Face your daylight horrors!
(Except acorns, it is totally fine to avoid those whenever possible. Seriously, they bother me.)
I am an emotional and enthusiastic person, so here there will be feelings! Mostly good feelings, but awkwardly expressed. That is just how I do things.
“Bethany? I thought that was you I saw earlier,” Professor Orsino said, smiling warmly as he rose from his seat in the lounge.
Bethany had no choice but to stop and talk to him. Not that she minded having a chance to talk to Professor Orsino, but she could see a familiar bright-red leather briefcase on the chair beside his, and knew Meredith Stannard must be somewhere in the vicinity. Probably complaining loudly to some poor unfortunate about the delay, Bethany guessed. “Professor Orsino,” she said, smiling back at him with equal warmth.
“I was surprised to see you on board, until I remembered you’d once mentioned that you’d started school so late because of helping with the family business. I take it Hawke Airways is that business?”
I think you could convince me to ship just about anything - even just a throwaway comment makes me think so much about a pairing! And there is just something about Orsino/Feynriel that would be so… decadent, almost, and sensual, and, well, forbidden. In the game, at least. Is that part of the lure..?
isabela…. thanks to my sis who suggested i’d draw her in qunari war paint.
did this in the livestream! thank you so much everyone who was there, it was so fun and we had some very interesting conversation too eheh!
It was such amazing fun to watch this take form! I love seeing WIPs in general, but digital drawing is something that I just do not understand, so to see this grow from the first lines and into this was amazing.
Also, seeing this makes me want to write sexy, sexy things. Isabela is always strong and fierce, but I think with this right here… oh, you turned it up to eleven.
quick one for Threesomes Week
In the soft warm darkness of Isabela’s room there is a tangle of limbs in three different hues, all with their own scars scattered across them as pathways on the maps of their lives. The body in the middle, however, is marked with scars of such beauty that it is all too easy to forget that scars is what they are; the empty space where more flesh used to be filled with a materia that ought to kill its carrier but is instead used to kill others.
Anders does not kiss those scars, and Isabela does not trace the white paths with her tongue. There are other scars that will receive such care and such caresses given by lips and more, but not the lyrium markings, because this is about the person underneath them and who he is now, the person he became, and has nothing to do with the burden of past ownership. This is about the free man between them and what he wants now, not what he might have wanted before and where it got him. And so she meets his lips and lets tongue taste tongue instead, and Anders traces the skin between the white scars with his as his right hand searches for Isabela’s hair, as one of hers wanders downward to another’s hair of a different kind, as Fenris own hands finds and caress them both.
It is not about three lonely people finding solace in each other, not beyond the fact that lonely is one of the many things they all are at times. The act itself might have had something about wanting to escape loneliness about it at some point, but never how it has been performed. There is nothing about the desperate air of loneliness or the running from it over this; this is about admiration and of joy, of the celebration of freedom with passion’d breaths and soft, soft touches, of movements that no one wants to have come to an end, but when they do there is pleasure in that, too.
Not that the pleasure of bodies moving together towards a form of completion is the sole point of this, whatever it is, either; not when there are things neither of them have words for, not in a spoken language they all understand, but still wants to have said. And so they let their lips explain what they otherwise cannot in this wordless way; let their lips and the tips of tongues admire Fenris, softly at first, then hotly, and always with reverence.
Reverence for the man who has not done the most running of them all but gotten the furthest, that by chance came to want a more so much more difficult to grasp than so many others; the man who started out as a tool to be owned but came to be so much more and the one of them who has truly gotten what was wished for the most.
A/N: For combination-nc on her birthday.
This could, if you wished it to, go along with the other Bethany/Isabela stuff I’ve written (not that there’s a ton of it, but it’s out there).Title: The Whole Story
Pairing: Bethany/Isabela
Rating: Not exactly what I’d call M, but let’s say NSFW?
Summary: Bethany asks Isabela to write a story about them, but Isabela suffers a bit of writer’s block.——
Isabela sat her table in the Hanged Man with quill set to parchment and an a bottle of ink in just the right spot ready for when she needed it. Only she hadn’t needed it at all yet, and it was distressing her. At least once Varric had come over and pushed a tankard into her shoulder wondering if she had anything written yet. She hated that she only had a single line on the parchment to show him. Not that it was a race or anything of course, but there was always gold or drinks on the line when one of them finished a story, and Isabela didn’t like to lose.
She tapped the quill against the table, ink dropping in dark dots against the wood. It filled in divots from knives and mugs and she had to move her parchment more than once to keep from staining it.
Under some perfectly delicious amount of duress she had agreed to write Bethany a story. Writing fiction about one’s friends when it was understood that they might read it once it was published, where she could claim some ignorance over the matter? Well, that was one thing. Writing a story for Bethany - beautiful and despite her recent best efforts, still desperately naive Bethany - was another thing altogether. Especially if she was to keep their names intact.
Oh my goodness, as I say over and over, but this is so delightfully wonderful. And not only because it is both sweet and sexy as stories with Bethany and Isabela (the most va-va-voom of all the pairings!) are, but the very idea of writing someone you love a story, for and about them, and the meaning and weight and difficulty of names, and then letters. Ooh, letters! Thank you, thank you so much!
6$ commission to Combination-nc.
Isabela as a Wonder Woman type of a hero. I really cant draw Isabela any better, sorry :’D
I believe the appropriate response to this is va-va-voom!
I adore the details in this, like her belt and the pirate skull on her headband (and of course she has a rope because you have ropes on ships), and she really has the perfect outfit. She looks great!
I tried to draw Hawke and all the possible companions (+ Karl) in that cartoonish style… even Sebastian is there, since it’s his week and all. I’m not yet happy with some of them; gotta do justice to poor Isabela. But I like how Merrill turned out.
PS: Carver, I can’t stand you - like - at all. And I will most certainly never ever draw you again. But hey, I guess the feeling is mutual. Isn’t it? ISN’T IT!? Yeah, I knew it.
Kaaaarl! There are times when I just want to hug a picture close and this is one of those because how charming is this? Well, charming enough to want to hug, obviously! Merrill is so incredibly precious, I want to squish her cheeks. How is someone so dangerous so adorable?
I adore the little details you put in these that makes them all so very them; the tired lines under Anders’ eyes, Fenris’ deeply unamused eyebrows, the stunningly accurate interpretation of Carver’s entire face…
Hey, I like Carver, but I need to keep this sibling rivalry thing going, okay! Teasing is a vital part. I wish the game had a serious “tease Carver”-command, so I could pinch his cheeks and go hey lil’ bro, time for an adventure, who is excited! every ten steps or so and things like that. Then this whole one million points of rivalry thing would make so much more sense.
Also, Kaaaarl!
combination-nc answered: You are lovely and make wonderful art, how could we ever be scared off! Ooh.. some DA character in a steampunk outfit?
Isabela in somewhat victoriandustrialish attire…! To be honest I don’t know much of steampunk. I don’t have the patience to draw all the details! :’D
I need to figure out a less ridiculous way to draw lineart. Or just a way in general. I’m so slow and gah! I attempted colouring this but it turned out silly, so if anyone wants to give it a try just ask me for the lines…!
Oh my goodness, how incredibly gorgeous is this? Incredibly incredibly gorgeous! Not only Isabela herself with all her curves and confidence, but those clothes, those boots, those accessories. I hardly know where to look, there is just so much to look at, all the details and the folds and skin. My goodness, so much gorgeous in one picture!
rhiannon42 Asks:
combination-nc Said:
Attraction level: 10
Come on, it is Isabela! Va-va-voom! But she is attractive in more ways than her curvy way - yes, she has a very beautiful face as well, but the way she carries herself and knows herself, the self respect she has, and all that? That plays a great part in it.
Love for the character: 10
She is actually the reason I even bought the game. I, uh, I heard you could have a lesbian threesome in it. Yeah. Uhm. So! So there is a lot of love for her simply for that, that she got me into this whole thing at all, but I think she is a wonderful character as well. She is strong, and she did not settle for what life handed her but worked to get what she wanted, to go where she wanted to go. I love that about her. She is not the kind of person that gives up or in.
How much the character has grown on me: 10
She went from this casual encounter that lured me into the games and fandom to this amazing character with depth and background and dreams and motivations and everything, and I adore her. She could have been this one-dimensional one night stand, but she turned out to be so much more, and I am so happy she did! (If I had a dude’s body I could make a tacky joke here. I also think I would look a little bit like Ben Mansfield, and never leave the mirror. Not that I look similar to him now, I just have this feeling I totally would as dude!Combo.)
Badassness level: 9
Just the fact that she came back to an angry Arishok says a lot.
How upset I would be if the character got killed off: 9
I would live, but do not dare, Bioware. Do not dare. Do not touch her.
I want to put in appreciation for two things,
1. Hawke’s boobs. YES. THEY ARE REAL BOOBS. I love that they are doing the correct thing according to gravity.
2. THE EXPRESSIONS. Beautiful beautiful stuff.
Since I was just talking about boobs. Hey, boobs! Obeying the laws of gravity! Awesome.
holy crap I really draw this out XDDDDDDDDDDDD
this look like a children story book varric would publish XDDDDD
and no, hawke you really need to lose some weight, or varric the cat bus is gonna protest, how is he suppose to run with someone big as you aboard…!
Splendid decision! It really does look like a children’s story that Varric would publish, making all his friends into cute creatures. It makes so much sense that Hawke would be big, Varric has been writing him with gravy all over his face after all! ”Did you just call me fat”, Hawke asked then, and I think that perhaps then Varric got this idea in his head. This adorable idea. They are making the best faces!
