Annual Halloween pic for the Dadwolf AU, this time featuring the kids, an over-enthusiastic situationship that will need to be convinced to stop wearing pink, and @dungeons-and-dragon-age very own, the one and the only June Trevelyan.
The reference if it's unclear, going back to Dorian's own inspiration.
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There was a lot to do in the house.
He shouldn't close his eyes. What he should do was waiting five more minutes for both children to fall asleep more soundly, move both Dorian and Aisling away from him to some proper pillows, rise up and clean the house. The kitchen wall really needed some cleaning after today's shenanigans.
A very unwise decision, for him, to think they couldn't actually build a catapult with legos when they announced their project (a kid at school apparently had a book on medieval warfare and they've been inspired). Because what they managed to build was not only perfectly functioning, but also enhanced by magic, and able to throw eggs at breakneck speed and in a high parable... right on the kitchen wall. They have been absolutely thrilled and danced around him, ignoring as per usual all his requests that medieval siege machines were to be used out of the house, and that they shouldn't waste food.
Right now, tho, staring at a wall absolutely lurid with eggyolk and eggshells stuck in the goo, so high he would have needed a stair to clean everything, he felt proud of the two five-years-olds, and also incredibly cosy. Dorian's heavy breathing from his head fallen back on his belly, little hands still clutched on one of his books, and Aisling smaller frame curled against his side, a little hand holding his thumb as she sucked her own, they both kept him warm and lulled him to sleep as well.
Maybe the two little balls of destruction were right: explaining why and how nuclear reactors could explode was, indeed, relaxing, and better than any of Varric's own fairytales to concile sleep.
Yes, he thought, maybe closing his eyes for five minutes and bask in one of the rare moments of pure, homey quiet with the two, when they were just cute and not a very distructive kind of cute, wouldn't be so bad. The eggs on the wall were already dry, after all, and kids grew up all too fast.
Solas could indulge.
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DadWolf is very tired, and also apparently a good human pillow. A direct sequel to this
Collab between myself and the amazingly talented @greypetrel, owner of the sweetest child Aisling and criminal mastermind behind DadWolf AU. Once I saw the sketch I knew I needed to color it, so she kindly provided me with the smoothest lines ever ;; absolutely gorgeous!! It really was a joy to work on such a precious picture!
Also of course little Dorian is already devouring such books << who ever doubted that?
Concept, sketch, and inks by @greypetrel
Colors by @ndostairlyrium
It's Saturday, the plan for today is cleaning up and let me procrastinate. I'm doodling digitally some pages with comfort bisexual disasters (in the modern AU, technically a minor spoiler), the grand bad speech is a level of embarrassment equated to the "I have a hole in my ceiling".
Don't know how many pages it will be, I'm keeping this in sketch form and without dialogue I think. (It may change because I'm me, but the plans is this)
Rules: imagine your OC is living here and now. How would they answer these questions?
Bringing back the Bisexual sitting comfort committee (BCC).
Blank under the cut!
Reading: Historical fiction for Cullen, I have a hunch he'll be into Bernard Cornwell and a big Sharpe fan. Aisling is reading either some non-fiction on physics, or something she borrowed from Cassandra, for the lolz.
Last Song: It's Aisling's turn to choose the music, summer is here, so it's Norwegian Reggaeton by Nanowar of Steel (a renowned demential metal band from Tevinter)
Favourite Plant: There's a lot of potted elfroot in that house.
Currently watching: The Queen's Gambit (Cullen managed to convince Aisling to watch it. She doesn't like chess all that much.)
Comfort movie: Back to the Future
Current obsession: As above, summer turned in, so Aisling's is obsessed with ice cream. Cullen gifted her a device to make her own popsicles, and she's experimenting. Today it's chocolate milk and orange candies popsicles.
Last Google search: Are frozen candies safe for human consumption?(by Cullen)
Last thing they texted their partner: A selfie from Aisling from the stables. She's half covered in dirt, but smiling and placing a thumb up. In the background, a pinto horse, black and white, is kicking the air, worringly close to her. "Ten minutes and I'll drive back home!".
(It won't be ten minutes)
What are they wearing right now: Aisling: a pair of galaxy leggings and a Children of BodomCalenhad tank top. And the glasses she stole borrowed from Solas.
Cullen: white shirt and a pair of bermuda, and an old fan he got from grandma Rutherford's house. It's hot but not enough to turn the A/C on.
Tagging: @shivunin, @cute-ellyna and @pinayelf! And whomever wants to do this :)
Tagged by lovely @heniareth, thank you so much!!
Things are maybe possibly perhaps slowing a bit down (I'm not saying it too loud), and I have more inspiration to draw, but we're still a bit down in the gutter. I have only two sketches, so there.
Science bros being bros whilst hard at work. Clearly doing some very important research, surely. The music is fundamental for concentration, don't you know? (tempted to do a series with the other characters too) (this is the cover)
Next kiss roulette, I'm trying to figure out how Neve's prosthetic work, thanks for fanarts being helpful (I'll draw it again worry not). I'm still not sure what dress to put Priscilla in, we'll see.
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"The clock…" Dagna made notice, full of curiosity. She pointed at the clock beside the pc desk, in the entrance. Visible from the glass window. The two dots between hours and minutes flashed regularly, expressing each second like that.
The dots were not there. They faded back into existance, becoming lighter and redder painstakingly slow. As painstakingly slow as they faded back to black. It seemed it would have never ended.
"… It's one minute. One second lasts one minute." Dorian observed, lowering his arm. "Alexius found a way for time travel."
"What?" Dagna was unsure. "But you told me… The amulet is a prototype, and it's incredibly complex."
"Work of six years."
"Yeah! How could he pull it off in… One year? Without notes?"
"It didn't work." Dorian said, shaking his head. "It didn't. It's in patches, and it looks pretty irregular. That's not how it's supposed to work, it completely lacks finesse."
He sounded a bit displeased, and feeling the girls looking at him, he snorted and shrugged.
"Thankfully." Dorian added. "Of course."
(new phD project: "It wasn't supposed to work, but if it was, it wouldn't have worked like that". Relator prof. J. Hezenkoss.)
What I had of drawn, I posted yesterday! I have a couple of doodles but they're... Very much doodles, LOL. Inspiration stroke again, I have more free time, but then hyperfixation came.
Anyway, I've been scribbling and writing, and thinking of silliness for the DadWolf. We're two chapters away from when DRAMAH begins, so here's something extra silly.
"Tell me again why we're here." Dorian shouted, trying and half failing to have his sister hear him over a stadium full of cheering and singing people and a questionable pop song that just entered his brain and didn't want to leave.
"What?" Aisling asked, squinting at him as if it could help her hear better. "I can't hear you!"
"Why. Are. We. Here." Dorian repeated. Now the latest death metal band that confused yowling with singing didn't seem like that bad of an idea anymore. At least the audience was quieter.
Aisling grimaced.
"Because I'm stupid." She answered.
"You are, and- Oh shit is she-"
The whole audience echoed a shrill scream of delight as the damn singer dived in the middle of the central stage, long red dress flying at her back like the tail of some sort of mythological creature. The hole closed behind her, and the screens on the catwalk showed pictures of the artist swimming.
"Is it too foolish of me to hope she's staying down there and we can go, isn't it?"
"This is the best part! Oh, I hope she's playing Fearless next!" Cassandra sighed, not managing to fully contain the joy and enthusiasm from her face, hands tightly clasped in front of her chin.
"I heard her concerts were spectacular, but I've never imagined like so!" Cullen at least was smiling, turning towards the other two members of their party, the ones that weren't happy to be there. "Isn't it?"
"It's… Scenographic?" Aisling tried, but she didn't sound all that convinced.
"There's a huge work on the scenography and design of the concert! The trap door, for example, is personalized for her and her concerts only, they've been building this stage since-"
Dorian groaned, rolling his eyes as Cullen kept explaining the technicalities that, unfortunately weren't changing the deep pain that the concert caused him. Luckily, with all the excited buzzing of the surroundings, it was easy to tune him out.
"You can say you hate it."
"It's not… Our favourite genre. But it's really grandiose, that it is."
"I don't understand why she talks every now and then. Can't she sing? Isn't it her job? Why talking!? Damn Taylor Swift."
"It channels her deeper negative emotions and makes her so relatable!" Cassandra too, explained.
"It's nice!"
Two against one, they couldn't possibly win. Another loud cheer informed them that- yes, the singer was back on the stage, with yet another dress on -it was the third or fourth of the evening- and an acoustic guitar on. She sent a kiss to the public, Cassandra gasped again, and the siblings shrugged, understanding that they couldn't possibly win.
They had to admit, by the end of the evening, that at least a couple of songs were particularly catchy.
Not that they both would ever admit singing Cruel Summer at the top of their lungs, during the car ride back to the hotel. What happened in Halamshiral stayed in Halamshiral.
You all saw everything new I drew for the challenge, the rest I can't show. I wrote something tho, here and there. I'm in a DadWolf mood, so we're going on. Back in Redcliffe!
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“Are you implying you stare at my boobs on a regular basis, nurse Simmons??”
One voice rose above all others, feminine and indignant, not too high pitched.
The whole entrance hall froze and turn the head towards the voice. Cullen included, frozen on the spot.
He knew that voice, all too well. In spite of everything, he would have recognized it in a crowd.
And as he thought, when he looked back up towards the voice, he saw her.
Aisling Lavellan, none other, standing proudly in front of the entrance desk, hands on her hips and a pout on her face.
And indeed, a full, prosperous chest she never had.
Not that Cullen had noticed. At least in the last 12 years.
“Oh for Andraste’s grace-” The nurse at the reception groaned aloud, covering her blushing face with a hand. “I’m not staring at your breasts! I am just saying that you look different, and you’re not supposed to-”
“You are looking at my tits if you can say I look different! I’m so offended right now! Why would you look at my tits? Why for? Aren’t you a professional?”
It was painfully obvious, seeing how she was raising her voice and having all other people in the waiting room turn towards them, that she was acting not to have whatever was inside her jacket checked. The nurse, looking distinctly less and the less at ease the more the elf insisted, had realized too, for even with her cheeks blushing from embarrassment, she refused to let go.
Cullen hadn’t meant to stop and stare. By all means, he never had planned on meeting Aisling or Dorian ever again, let alone stop and staring at either of them. And yet, he hesitated just what was needed, out of worry at the idea of seeing her in an hospital, that the nurse took notice.
“Do you need anything, sir? You can ask me, the lady here was going back home.”
“What!” Aisling scoffed, indignantly and still aloud. “It’s visiting hour and you wouldn’t let me in because the size of my boobs! That’s discriminating and sexist, and I’m sorry but it’s my-”
She turned towards his direction, and saw him before he could run away. Her expression froze on the spot. Not in fear -he was expecting fear and cowering by default, still. She just… Stood there, unmoving, staring back at him.
“Oh thank the Maker she’s silent. Please, sir, if you need informations-”
“I- Ah, I actually don’t, it’s just that- Uh.”
Well, fantastic. Now he couldn’t talk. He lowered his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. Another moment of silence and something he wouldn’t have thought possible happened.
“Cullen! Oh, thanks the Maker you’re here!” Aislign chirped, cheerfully. Too cheerfully, it was faked, and badly so. And not only because she thanked a god she had never remotely believed in. When Cullen looked up, the smile on her face was too wide, too stiff, and it didn’t reach her eyes. She looked like she was sick in her stomach. “Can you tell the kind lady that I haven’t changed my clothes size in the last twenty years, please? She wouldn’t let me in because of my body type, can you believe it?” She scoffed, too theatrically, too expressively. Again, fake. “We’re childhood friends, nurse Simmons, he perfectly know I’ve been graced with a plentiful bosom ever since I was 16.”
The nurse looked at him like she wanted him to dig her own grave. Totally, utterly tired with that all conversation. Aisling was still smiling at him very fakely, with a brief contraction of her eyebrows up that was all too telling. As it had been back then, it had something nostalgic about it.
Three years ago he would have called her pretense off without thinking. Now…
“Ah- Uh. Sure. Her- I mean, she’s always been… Like that.”
The nurse let out the deepest, most resigned groan he ever heard. Something that would have made Seeker Pentaghast run for her money. Aisling turned back, the wide smile turning into a much more sincere smirk of victory.
“Fine, Lavellan, pass. But I swear, if I hear any complain about either of you today…”
“Sure, nurse Simmons! I knew you could be reasoned with. We’ll be as quiet as mice.”
“Yeah, sure. Who’s next, then?”
Aisling quickly stepped away, not caring if the nurse most evidently didn’t believe a single word she said. It was very awkward the way she walked to him. Her chest made a distinct noise of plastic wraps being moved, but Cullen chose not to comment on that. He saw her hesitating, looking at the door that closed the entrance to the hospital. But indeed, biting her lower lip, she took some steps towards him, stopping at a reasonable distance, hands nervously playing together.
“I- Uh, thank you.” She said, looking up with half a smile. Very uncertain. He couldn’t blame her, honestly.
