Utter Nonsense

While the Winter Palace and court reminded Alexandra of her childhood in Ostwick, after the adrenaline, violence, and confusion of the evening her composure snaps the moment she’s alone. By WEWH Cullen & Ali’s relationship is still tentative, but her allowing him to comfort her is definitely a step forward

It’s also the even where Varric’s betting pool on their relationship triples (previously only Ironbull, Josie, & Solas with stakes). The night after is a very busy day for the Herald’s Rest as the entire inner circle argues possibilities

Just lineart under cut bc I like it

💐My heart knows that you have come.

“My heart knows that you have come, just as the night knows the approach of dawn.”

commission by 柴, one of my favorite artists🥰💕

This piece was inspired by Tagore’s poetry, and somehow it also drifted into a Klimt-like feeling.😊 I had this idea in my head for almost two months, and then one evening it suddenly clicked when I came across Tagore’s words on a poetry calendar. Eureka time!😆

This turned into one of my favorite commissions ever. I love Klimt deeply, but I never actually mentioned him in my request, so it felt like such a lucky coincidence that 柴 arrived at something with a similar spirit just from my description.

柴 put so much care into this piece—even the scratches on the plate armor are visible. I especially love the contrast between the hardness of the armor and the softness of the white dress, and the flattened green field behind them almost feels like Shelley’s veil.

17 - underside of the jaw

The sillies…

Yet in front of them is an older man, eyes heavy, hands and face scarred, smelling entirely different from the rest of them. How he moves- careful, steady, even cautious.

It's not the same home- that had been destroyed with the Blight -but shouldn't he feel comfortable with his family?

The way he talks is different as well, not entirely Fereldan anymore as his words reflect the places and people he has been with. At first, they jested about the Kirkwall drone or the Nevarran pitch, but it becomes less of a joke and more of a realization when they hear him curse in Elven.

Yes, he still treats them like family, but his words feel guarded, uniform, and militaristic. They try to joke and make him laugh, but the most they get out of him is a soft smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

They love him, they really do. Years upon years of no contact, only a handful of letters that could barely be considered a stack, but still treasured. He is their brother, their family and no one can say otherwise.

But, something inside them finally concedes that they know nothing about Cullen Stanton Rutherford.

Absolutely gorgeous recreation of Klimt's Der Kuss by @antaarf!

I'm in love with this piece so much! I chose to incorporate blackthorn blossoms, which represent protection and resilience, fate, and the light that comes after adversity, all things that suit Lavellan and Cullen so well.

I have finals right now but I’m so tired I just couldn’t help it 🥹🥹🥹

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