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Some doodles I did on the side yesterday night ( @blesstale drew Zunde that there ) including Dreby taking his first steps. I saw this kid screaming “NOOOO!” at some meat in a grocery store before running to his mom, so there we go ✌️


you ever think about how happy Shiro was on the mission to get the Green Lion because he’d been in prison for a year and probably hadn’t seen anything green or even been outside and then his first mission he gets to go to this wonderful garden paradise planet populated by chill giant sloths and gentle creatures and he’s just so gosh darned happy to be alive and free

She wakes, and she’s not startled to find herself in a strange bed.  There’s no moment of sleep-bleared confusion, no profound moment where the events of the night before come flooding back in some vivid rush; this isn’t one of Varric’s stories, after all.  She simply wakes, and breathes, and he is there beside her; and it’s hard to imagine that it hasn’t always been this way.

He looks like a stranger, dappled by the warm dawn light that spills across the bed, but there’s little surprise in that, either.  She lies beside him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he dozes peacefully, and for the moment he’s not Commander Cullen, but something softer, something untouched.  His face, slack in sleep, looks impossibly young, a time-travel glimpse into some part of his life before, before the weight of duty etched lines into his brow and carved hollow circles beneath his eyes.  His hair has been mussed into a glorious halo of bedhead overnight, separated into a mess of golden ringlets that spill across the pillow, and she smiles as she reaches out to gently run her fingers through one of the curls. This man truly is a stranger, so different from the carefully ordered Commander that she knows by day.

For a moment, she’s afraid to even breathe, reluctant to risk waking him.  When he wakes, whatever magic the dawn light weaves will be broken, and he will become Commander Cullen again.

She likes Commander Cullen immensely … but Maker, she loves this man.  This man who, somewhere halfway to the bed, sent some piece of armor or another crashing to the floor and let the weight of the world slip unnoticed with it, sliding gently from his shoulders to pool like fallen velvet on the rug.  She loves this Cullen, fiercely and beyond all reason, this man who held her through the night with such unabashed wonder, such quiet and profound joy, that it was easy to forget that he’d ever been anything else but this, soft and new.

She can hear activity begin to stir beyond the broken ceiling, and she knows she should get out of bed, begin the task of dressing and preparing for her day.  Slip out before she’s seen, out of some wistful desire to keep this theirs for another day or two more before Skyhold’s prodigious rumor mill inevitably gets hold of it.

But Maker, a moment like this feels too rare and precious to step away from.  A gift she somehow can’t believe that she’s been given, in simply seeing him soft-eyed and smiling in his sleep.

She stays.  And when he wakes, there’s no moment of confusion, no alarm at finding someone in his bed.  There’s simply the crook of a sleepy smile as he turns his face into the pillow, a single amber eye peeking out from the tangle of his curls, a soft murmur of greeting.

She stays, and reaches for his hand, carefully threading her fingers with his; an anchor, as he drifts through this gentle liminal space, back to himself.  

She stays, until he is her Commander again.


Hey there! 

Even though I’ve been drawing Sonic for years I’ve really needed to sit down and understand some basic stuff– like where sonic’s body bends (since he’s mostly friggin noodles.) and how he compares to others(like humans and just big mobians in general.)

If you have any Sonic reference on stuff like this for me to add onto measurements, comparisons, etc, please let me know! Otherwise, I hope this helps at all.

  • Keith: Lance what is your problem! You always do stupid shit! You could've gotten Shiro and Pidge killed!
  • Lance:
  • Keith: Really! Tell me what your damage is! You're bringing down the team like you always do! All you ever do is talk about yourself and how great you are but never consider anyone else!
  • Shiro: Keith... that's enough.
  • Hunk: Lance didn't mean to-
  • Keith: Why are you here?! Allura couldn't have chosen ANYONE better?! Totally useless Lance!
  • Allura: Keith stop it!
  • Lance:
  • Lance: I'm sorry.... You're right
  • Lance: I am useless.

don’t imagine dan and phil shopping for the perfect new piano

don’t imagine dan pulling phil over to instrument after instrument, testing out the keys and the benches and phil grinning fondly the entire time

don’t imagine dan picturing where the piano will end up and getting the dorkiest little smile when he thinks of all the new songs he can learn

don’t imagine phil taking a step back and watching dan in his element, still wowed by his impeccable talent

don’t imagine dan suddenly stopping, a look of awe upon his face as he turns and whispers to phil, “this one. this is the one” as phil gazes back just as adoringly

don’t imagine phil flipping over the price tag, his eyes bugging out slightly, but then shrugging because hell, they could afford 5 of these pianos and besides, dan deserves only the best

don’t imagine the shivers running down dan’s back when the piano is finally delivered, and the little dance he does around the new lounge with phil when he finally gets to revel in how aesthetically perfect it looks and how well it plays

most of all, don’t imagine dan finally sitting down at that piano like a true virtuoso, his fingers deftly producing the gorgeous melodies of his and phil’s favorite songs, and phil’s entire being flooding with pride and affection, his face glowing and eyes shining as he reaches out to stroke their dog lying on the couch with him, feeling utterly at bliss and grateful beyond words for this new place that seems to be bringing out the best in both him and dan, this place where they’ll probably spend the rest of their lives together


dont. just don’t.