#fadedforyou

Syllana @alieverafter - Iwyn @thevikingwoman

Evanura @dreadhobo - Galain @fadedforyou

Scarlet @lafaiette - Ashara @buttsonthebeach

Aravae @solverne - Ava @hellathen-fenharel

3Jane @liderfin - Valyssa @memaidraws

ahhh thank you!

Alexius:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

He is not bad looking? But the weird cowl??

Ser Barris:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

true story: during my Trev play through, where I went with the templars, I reloaded 7 times to make sure he didn’t die. And then I couldn’t even talk with him at skyhold? (unlike Fiona). CRIME. he is incredible hot.

@galadrieljones‘ Revasan:

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

So I’m sorry it took me five bazillion years to fill this prompt, @fadedforyou, but now that Cullen’s been sucked up into our world, I finally had some inspiration! Thanks so much, and I hope you enjoy!!!

For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Belle Dolan (MGiT AU)

Rating: T for Teen (porn mention)

The Information Age

Entranced. It was the only word Cullen could think of todescribe his feelings about the image before him.

From the moment Belle instructed him on the use of herlaptop and something called, “the internet,” he had been clicking on everything.Click after click after click taught him about the new world he now inhabited.Some clicks brought him to the histories. Some clicks brought him to scientificdiscovery. Some clicks brought him to things that made him feel disgust andshame, among other things. But this…

He was reading about war, at first. Then he clicked onsomething that took him to a linear history of religious wars, which, to himsounded like variations on Exalted Marches. He read forward through time untilhe reached a history of the Dutch Golden Age, sparked by the end of the ThirtyYears War. He clicked and clicked and clicked until a young woman stared backat him.

She was pale, as pale as Belle, a soft glow cast over herskin. Her muted blue eyes were wet, and they watched him from the darkness thatsurrounded her. Yellow and blue cloth swirled about her head, obscuring herhair, and a large pearl dangled from her ear.

“Hey.” Belle’s voice startled him. “I need to use mycomputer. My phone won’t load thi—” She stopped when she saw the image in frontof them. “Girl with a Pearl Earring. Vermeer.”

“Rather simply named for something so beautiful,” saidCullen.

“Yeah.” Belle’s voice wavered. “It’s one of my favoritepaintings. I just—I love her face and her expression and the colors and thelighting and everything. The composition is perfect and the black background isso unusual and she’s so pretty, but it’s really all so plain. It’s unique inevery way.” The waver in her voice turned into a wobble.

Cullen tore his gaze from the Girl with a Pearl Earring tolook at Belle. Two small tears trickled down her cheeks. She shook her head andsniffled before groaning. She looked a bit annoyed. “God. Sorry. I just reallylove that painting.” She wiped her tears away with the heel of her hand. “Howdid you wind up in this corner of the internet? I thought you were readinghistory today.”

“I was. I clicked on something, and then—”

“You clicked on another thing, and then another thing, andso on and so forth?” Her smile bore the slightest touch of pity. “It happens tothe best of us. It’s the way the internet’s built. Click, click, boom.” She chuckledto herself.

“So I’ve learned.”

“Any accidental pornography yet?” she asked.

Cullen’s eyes shot skyward, and he squeezed the back of hisneck in a vain attempt to stop the blood flowing there from reaching his cheeks.“Well I—”

Belle barked out a laugh. “Yeah, you’ve had some accidentalporn. Welcome to the information age.”

Ah. So that was what this age was called.

@dadrunkwriting

“You did this to yourself. Yourown greed. Your own selfish want for power. Now you have none,” Mahanon says ashe pushes himself up from the seat, steps down towards her. Florianne glares upfrom where she’s held on her knees. “Common work for the common man. Farm Work.Do some good.” He looks at her, knowing she’s not capable of the thing. Atleast she would be miserable. He’s rooted to the ground as she’s dragged away.

“She had everything,” he says toDorian, as he takes his place beside him. “She threw it away for more.” Dorianlets his hand rest on his back. Mahanon doesn’t move, doesn’t react to thetouch. He’s still staring after the guards, that void where she used to be. Hestill isn’t accepting the clothes Josephine orders for him. Those things ofsilk and velvet. Still in worn leathers, that cloth, those things with secret stitches,patches too many to count.

He’s someone from the outsidelooking in, watching nobles at their game, not understanding the why of it. He’sstill losing, watching them make moves to gain, sinking hooks higher andhigher, stepping on everyone below. Finally one had lost. Fallen. A chance forMahanon to look in her eyes, try to understand. All he knows is the anger. Doriancan feel it in the straight of his back, the hard line of his shoulder, theclench of his jaw.

Dorian leans in closer, slideshis hand up his back. “I did enjoy watching you speak to her like that. Veryauthoritative.” Mahanon bristles for a moment, before shaking his head, smilingslightly. Coming back to himself, snapping out of the anger.

“Did you?” Mahanon slowly turns,and finally Dorian can see him easing up. Mahanon reaches up, curls his handagainst his cheek. He leans in, close enough for Dorian to hear him breathing. “MaybeI should speak to you like that.” Voice lowered, leaning back with half liddedeyes. Dorian quickly reaches out, grabs his hips, and pulls him back in.

Galain Lavellan for @fadedforyou

I was lucky enough to grab a sketch for Nysal and I wanted to thank you proper ^-^

commission for @fadedforyou of her super lovely Galain Lavellan <3