Happy (late) New Year! Okay so yesterday my computer decided to lose the original finished picture entirely. I had to do the lineart and colors all over again :/ But to be honest this one looks a lot better than the one before. So it was kinda a win lose situation haha. It would’ve been done a while ago but my family was leaving today and i wanted to spend as much time as possible with them. :]
I hope you can forgive my lapse in communication. I have been poorly the past several days. Cassandra has alternated between threatening to bash me right off the ramparts and writing you herself should I not inform you. Forgive me, but I did not want to trouble you, not while you needed your focus elsewhere. Knight-Captain Rylen has shouldered much, along with Cassandra and Lieutenant Aclassi. I am strangely loath to give any responsibility to Michel de Chevin in such a capacity, now that Leliana has heard whispers of his character. Perhaps I must re-examine my estimation of all of our Chevaliers the more I hear such whisperings.
In more intriguing but unsettling news, Professor Frederic tells me the eggs we have retrieved are drawing closer to hatching. I initially dismissed the dangers, but he tells me all seven of the clutch are healthy. Seven dragonlings in Skyhold! How will we feed them? I have already begun to send for nigh on a herd of Druffalo and twice that in goats, though Lady Montilyet is suggesting fish of all things. Will a dragon even survive on fish? I do hope we do not come to regret raising dragons. I never thought should have cause to write such a sentence.
I have rambled, and for far too long, as though I were standing with you on the battlements talking of everything and nothing. The truth of it is that I miss you. I miss you terribly. I miss the profound sleep I never know unless you are beside me. I miss waking to you in my arms. I miss your fingers in my hair, and even when you tease me for my curls. I miss the heated chess games I never manage to sit still through. I miss thinking of you the whole trek to your quarters. I miss your lips on mine and the way you fit against me. I miss the taste of you, the warmth of you. I miss the light of your eyes when you see whatever it is you manage to see in me.
Please return safely, and please return soon. I pray, even the days I cannot quite manage to make it to the garden Chantry, that Andraste’s light will see you safely back to me. Maker help me, I cannot do this without you.
Seriously, if you write poetry on tumblr give yourself some massive credit for that cause everyone on here is so talented??? and it take guts to put yourself out there so congrats cause I think your work is inCREDIBLE??? the amount of talent on this website is overwhelmingly awesome so if you’re feeling a bit unsure of yourself take this as a reminder that you are awesome purely for even writing it, let alone posting it, cause you are!
8tracks is Radio, rediscovered - Thorin’s madness (1hr 1min) by closetshipping| music tags: bagginshield, the hobbit, thorin oakenshield, thorin/bilbo, and gold sickness | Thorin's descent into madness, his dysfunctional relationship with Bilbo, and at last his death.
i made a playlist for myself about Thorin’s developing madness and Bagginshield, and so I thought why not share it with y'all. These are the songs I draw to, basically.
you were always of my choosing,
no sweeter smile, no softer eye,
and in the midst of sweet undoings,
your rosy lips had said goodbye /
a tilt of the head and a glance
were all that was needed to woo me,
dipped into a blue silk trance,
whilst silver eyes shoot through me
that’s right. i did write some sapphic fuckin poetry about “girl with a pearl earring” i’m GAY for ART