#prince bashir

Now, as Julian prepared to ride off into the night to see what he had gotten himself into, the idea was seeming less stellar. The ride would be lonely, and the house would be big, and empty, and that made him think of Elim again. He longed to have someone to join him, on the ride and the exploration of the house, and at that moment Elim was the only person he really knew on that shore. And though he would have never admitted it, the idea of pulling the handsome Norwegian into a haunted house with him in the middle of the night sounded a bit like a particularly saucy penny dreadful, and the concept set his heart to pounding. Life, he decided then and there, should be more like a cheap novel, and he had the rare opportunity to make it so.

From: To Seek The Old Gods by @sigynpenniman, Chapter 3.

I finished it! I was so motivated by the WIP I posted yesterday (and @sigynpenniman‘s enthusiastic response, thank you so much dear! You’re welcome), I couldn’t stop. It’s the first time I used brushes and my old wacom tablet to colour something. Didn’t turn out to bad.

Go check out the fic, it’s amazing. It’s on Ao3 here.

Because I love how this picture turned out, I’m gonna send myself at least one postcard with it. So whoever can guess what painting I used as a reference for my crazy illustration gets a postcard as well. Fair warning though, the quality of the postcards isn’t crazy good (I use our postservice’s postcard app, because it’s free), but nice enough.

Have fun.

No Doran, I don’t want your soup.

I want moral ambiguity, complicated familial dynamics, and an overt challenge to protective paternalism.