the tone age

I just love Iron Bull and Vivienne’s relationship so much. She teases him and gets this giant, violent qunari completely flustered. He knows she’s messing with him, he’s been trained by the best spies and manipulators in the business and he still can’t stand up to her. 

Thank you darling! 

But at the same time she genuinely cares for and appreciates him. Her teasing is never cruel and her criticism is never harsh. She wants to keep him safe and look out for him. 

You do so much to protect us, if there is anything I can do to assist you, please let me know. 

She wants to introduce him to court, get him involved in the game at Orlais. She genuinely thinks he’d do well there. She teaches him to dance and plans to dress him up to fit in the court, but never in a way to embarrass him. It’s not sticking an oxman in a frilly ruff to amuse herself, it’s designing an outfit that makes use of his best traits.  

Every woman will want you. Every man will want to be you. 

It’s her world, her court, and she wants to bring him into it. I can’t think of any higher compliment from Madam de Fer than to have her think that with just a little polish – never to rewrite your personality – you could succeed in playing the Game. 

Vivienne has a great heart under the ice and she shows it in her own way. She calls everyone ‘darling’ but the way she uses it with Bull, she genuinely means it. 

I just…their relationship is so good??? It gives me the heart feels??? It’s so sweet and caring and I just ffffffff


A bunch of requests and misc sketches from this weekend! (I’ll probably work on the requests y’all sent in every now and again, its nice to have a sketch to go with my ask responses and stuff :P)

Check the captions!

The last image is a request for a scene from this fic!

They all go on my twitter before they get compiled here!

My sketches are (as of recently) tagged mal sketches, if you wanna blacklist! (I haven’t gone back in my blog to tag older stuff tho, its no use as a filter, sorry ;))


Jon & Sansa + Sleep

↳ “When you close your eyes and you go to sleep
And it’s down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that you’re dreaming about
When you open up your heart and the truth comes out”


magic, dick. magic happened.

for @dickdamiweek‘s day 6 prompt (DILF!Damian) which i turned into magical age swap. jason was such a fuckin’ sweetie, ok. a sweetie with a sailor mouth.

Initially they think it’s just a cosmetic change, and Jason complains very, very colorfully, which doesn’t quite hide his nervousness. But then Jason hugs Alfred and willingly holds Damian’s hand as long as Damian is telling him stories about League history. And when Tim tracks down the artifact despite minimal evidence, Damian opens his mouth and says, “Excellent, as usual.”

Damian doesn’t get why everyone stares.

And when they figure out the artifact really truly swapped their ages physically and mentally, Damian says quietly to himself, startled, “I am of age.” Slowly, he turns to Dick with an intense look.

“Uh?” Dick says, and tiny Jason forgets he’s freaked out long enough to start cackling.

I think Jim Carrey is an alternate universe Adam Sandler, reincarnated and sent back to our time to live out his professional life more gracefully and properly.

Think about it. They’re both very recognizable character actors who both have very strong personalities. When you cast Jim Carrey or Adam Sandler in a movie, you’re not casting them to be a character, you’re casting them to be themselves while reading your script.

Where they diverge, however, is while Adam Sandler has kept playing out his tired career as a wacky voiced loud-mouthed comedian actor, Jim Carrey saw that he was become less relevant near the turn of the century. He’s become more quiet, and more toned down. He aged gracefully, while Adam is still trying to do what he’s done through his whole career.


Just a tiny bit late, but I drew my Dragon Age characters in the Christmas spirit.  I draw Hawke and Fenris the most out of the DA cast…I’m still learning how to draw Alistair, Cullen, my Warden, and Inquisitor.


people speaking in “talon of the hawk” by the front bottoms

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ur all kidding urselves if u think bart wasn't flirting w that "we have more in common than u might think" line
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Fluff with Tony and de-aged Steve? Or Steve and de-aged Tony??? PLS? <3

“…Hey Steve?”


“You… why are you so small?”

Steve frowned, the lines far less visible on his tiny face than it had been on his adult one. “I ain’t small! I’m perfect! Shut up!”

Tony raised his hands in defence, trying to work out how best to go about this situation “I never said you weren’t perfect. You’re just…  a little different to how I rem-”

“JUST ‘CAUSE PEOPLE ARE DIFFERENT DOESN’T MAKE ‘EM WEIRD! YOU’RE THE WEIRD ONE! SHUT UP!” Steve screamed, face contorted in fury as he scrambled to his feet and launched himself at Tony’s waist, pummelling him with bony fists of outrage.

Tony blinked. And then blinked again. Then he sighed.

The next few days were going to be very, very long.


Levi prided himself on his composure. After all, he’d been around the block many times and was not easily shaken or riled up. He disliked unnecessary drama and preferred to take on each of life’s challenges logically and sensibly. His rationality was one of his best traits, in his opinion.

However, all of that went out the window when he was hungover. Eren would never have believed it if he hadn’t seen the theatrics with his own two eyes.

“I’m dying,” Levi told him one Saturday morning after a night of heavy drinking. It had been Erwin’s birthday and both Eren and Levi may have overindulged on the free drinks.

Levi was curled up in ball under the blankets when Eren rolled over and rested his chin on the man’s shoulder. He had a bit of a headache but a glass of water or two and some breakfast would fix him up.

“Oh, please. You’re not dying, Levi.”

“Feels like it. Put me out of my misery, smother me with your pillow or something,” Levi whimpered, pulling the blanket over his head.

Eren rolled his eyes. “Come on, let’s get up and have something to eat. You’ll feel better in no time.”

Levi threw off the blankets and turned to glare at the brunet over his shoulder. “My stomach feels like it’s full of acid and you expect me to eat?” he hissed.

“Okay, for one, your stomach is supposed to be full of acid,” Eren pointed out, which only made Levi glare harder, “and two, eating something will probably help settle it. I’m gonna go make eggs. You want some?”

Levi rolled back over, making obnoxious barfing noises as he did.

“Suit yourself,” Eren laughed, shaking his head as he left the room. He came back several minutes later with a glass of water and an aspirin.

Levi sat up long enough to take the pill and sip some water before handing the glass back and flopping lifelessly onto the sheets, throwing Eren’s pillow over his face.

“I think this is the first time I’ve seen you hungover,” Eren said casually, placing the water onto the nightstand for the man to drink later.

Levi peaked at him from under the pillow and for the first time Eren noticed he was looking a little paler than usual.

“We drank the same amount and I feel alright,” The brunet went on, a cheeky grin on his face, and after a thoughtful pause, he added in a mock appalled tone, “your age is showing, Levi!”

He managed to duck in time, narrowly missing the pillow that zipped by his head, but caught the second one square in the face. Clutching the pillow to his chest, Eren laughed, knowing he was a safe distance from Levi’s wrath, and the fact that he was out of pillows to throw.

“Okay, I take it back, you’re as youthful and spry as ever.” He finally said between chuckles, meeting Levi’s scowl with a smile.

Levi gave a firm nod as if to say ‘damn right’ and then looked around the bed with a pout, realizing he had nowhere to lay his aching head now. He turned the most pitiful look on Eren and the brunet cocked a brow.

“Really? You’re gonna use the puppy eyes on me? I’m the master of the puppy eyes, I’m impervious,” He muttered, but even as he said it, he gathered the other pillow off the floor and brought them back to the bed, tucking one under Levi’s head. 

He pulled the blanket back up, tucking the older man in and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“I still love you, even though you’re a grumpy old man,” he said with a smirk.

“If you don’t shut up I’ll throw up on you,” Levi grumbled.

“Well, if you do that I’ll call Hanji and get them to come over here and take care of you,” Eren threatened.

Levi’s eyes widened dramatically and Eren bit back a laugh. The look of fear was quickly smothered by a glare and with a “hmph!” the shorter man rolled over and went back to sleep.