and his shirt fits too

Halise Lavellan - “Trial by Fire”

Cassandra still stood by her side, but she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Very male footsteps. Halise turned to see who the steady walk belonged to, and her eyes fell upon a tall blonde man with a coffee mug in his hand and a rakish scar over his lip. Her mouth fell open into an incredulous grin.

“Cullen. Fucking. Rutherford,” she said loudly.

Cullen almost stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, obviously realizing who she was without a second glance. A slow smile curled his lips, curving that damn attractive scar as he continued his walk toward her. “I hope you remember that’s not my middle name!” he called out.

“It is today!!!” Halise laughed, reaching out to grasp his hand. He looked good in his slim fit black suit, white shirt, and red tie. Almost too good.

He grabbed her hand to shake it, and she felt his same slightly rough skin against hers. All at once, a thousand tiny memories came flooding back into her mind, nearly sending a flush up her cheeks. She almost didn’t realize that she’d held onto his hand for just a moment too long. His amber eyes gazed into hers, little crinkles in the corners from his wide smile and the seven years since they’d seen each other last. The miniscule wrinkles only served to make him more attractive. Damnit. Also, no glasses?

“You two know each other?” Cassandra asked, obviously a bit surprised.

“Yeah,” Halise replied, still looking at Cullen. “I used to kick his ass at mock trial during law school!”

Cullen grimaced, his smile intact. “It was only a couple of times, Halise.”

“I still kicked your ass!” Halise snickered, trying very hard to ignore what she was leaving out. Despite her best efforts, the thoughts crept back into the front of her mind. He’s also been inside me. More than once. More than more than once.

Oh shit.

I was lucky enough to snag a commission from the lovely and incomparable @cocotingo for Deputy District Attorney Halise Lavellan in my modern Cullavellan lawyer AU “Trial by Fire.” I can’t stop internally screaming at how wonderful and fabulous and beautiful this is! There’s also been a liiiitle bit of external screaming, too.

I risked life and limb on the freeways of Southern California on my way to work to snag a commission spot, and I cannot recommend commissioning @cocotingo highly enough if you get a similar opportunity!!! Thanks so much to her for her beautiful artwork, for bringing my girl to life, and for just generally being awesome!!!

“Leave the battlefield
Yet its horrors never heal
Coming home from war
Pieces don’t fit anymore”

Hint: No, he really isn’t fine. 

My sorry attempt at trying to illustrate little Jack’s PTSD. Which I believe he has. I mean, he fought in a war against machines slaughtering men, women, children, even babies, slaughtering every human being in their sight, and he’s probably seen his fair share of bodies. This has been inspired by the above mentioned song (Confusion by Metallica, which is an amazing song if you ask me!) as well as some recent RP I’ve had with amazing people. 

The football jersey he’s wearing? Guess he wasn’t the Quarterback or Running Back after all, but rather offense line according to the number he was given. But the 76 pun was just too good to pass up. It was also the only goddamn piece of clothing in his old room that still fit him. All his other shirts were simply a lot too small. Guess that’s what you get for joining the SEP.

Also the Bloomington High School does actually have a football team called Purple Raiders. I didn’t pick the colors for their jerseys. They did.

Special guest: His mom, who’s a super sweet and loving person, I bet.

You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ to say ‘I love you
Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons,
We’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Guess what song I’ve been listening to on repeat? :> Have a doodle that I cropped due to the lack of artistic talent- ((YES, THEY’RE WEARING TROYE SIVAN T-SHIRTS////))

So I accidentally went like years back on mod’s tumblr and noticed some tags that mentioned RGB’s pants aren’t tailored to the right length and I finally wanna post a theory.

Because nothing RGB has fits. His shirt’s too long, his trousers are too long, his spats are fake, the sleeves of his jacket ride way up whenever he reaches for anything, and I’m sure he could find a better (less staticy and perhaps newer) model television at the market if he truly wanted to. And he lives in a world where monsters can (should? Are expected to?) Trade pieces of themselves to try to find their true versions, to keep what fits and barter what doesn’t, but Geebs doesn’t seem interested in finding things that fit (or things that might ‘become him’ and change their size/shape to what he should be). Perhaps RGB is trying to resist being 'realized’? He thinks that if he purposely chooses items that don’t quite fit, he can stay around a little longer? Which is another question entirely as to why he wants to stay in a dying world, but perhaps he’s afraid to go where he cannot return from, or worse, to put effort into himself only to discover that his half-life is up and there is no story for him to inhabit. (However he seems to be changing regardless. Compare his shoes from chapter 1 to now, or the size of his Tellyhead to his body, which mod seems to have done on purpose)

louis changing out of his fitted suit for a shirt 5 times too big for him, making him look even smoller

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