Kayla. 24. Pisces. Current Mood: (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━? My Face. Ask Me?

drenntrev:

100 FOLLOWER ART GIVEAWAY!

Hey guys, thank you all so much for following me! I just hit a little milestone, so I’m gonna do some art for ya. 

  • First Prize Winner Gets: An original watercolor painting (and I’ll mail it to wherever you prefer, and yes this includes winners outside of the US), or any of the following prizes if you prefer.
  • Second Prize Winner Gets : A fully-shaded photoshop drawing.
  • Third Prize Winner Gets : A vector or photoshop sketch with some shading.

Subject Matter:

An Inquisitor, your Inquisitor! 

  • Maybe with their love interest! Maybe your Inquisitor and their bestie! 
  • Maybe your Inquisitor and an enemy! 
  • Maybe your Inquisitor wearing some badguy clothes! (don’t try and kid yourself, Alexius’ ensemble is KILLER and you know it!)
  • You get to choose!

Rules:

  • You have to be following me. Have to. Even if it’s from your main blog. (that’s totally fine, just answer me when I message you if you win to ask you about your Inquisitor)
  • No giveaway blogs (I wasn’t even aware that that was a thing)
  • Reblog/like as many times as you want, just don’t be a dink.
  • Has to be DA-related because I need lots of references for this stuff and I know there are images out there to provide me what I need!

Giveaway ends at Midnight EST on 04/30/2015! 

Good luck and lemme know if you have any questions! 

*if you don’t answer within 24 hours of winning I’ll pick someone else.*

cynfinitebeyond:

Carefree Black Girl Friendships (Celeb Edition):
Willow Smith & Amandla Stenberg

Black girls that genuinely love each other, to the point where they are rooting for the growth of the other, for the wellbeing and freedom of the other, for the everlasting love they have for each other, I do a jig inside.

These friendships are so important. And I’m so glad that these two, two conscious Black girls who are targets in the spotlight yet continue to thrive in their own versions of their carefreeness, chose each other as friends and sisters.

I hope they create together and share their creation with us. Can’t even imagine the awesomeness that could spew from their heads and intertwine with each other.

(via thesoftghetto)

Spite III

capricious-muse:

I’m going to bleed him dry.

When Samson proposes to her, she says yes. Emphatically, with all the joy of a young girl. She kisses him all over his face, and he holds her, mindful of her swollen belly.

Cullen feels as if hell is burning where his heart used to be.

The feelings should have died, but he sees the future that might have been his spiraling out in a tender love story before his eyes. It’s been a year and Samson has paid his dues, has helped to restore those who were lost back to their families, has helped to rebuild with his own two hands. He has redeemed himself in the eyes of the people.

But Cullen hates him. Hates him because in this redemption he has taken the only person that ever meant something to him.

Hadiza is chatting excitedly with Josephine and Vivienne. They are planning a wedding, and Hadiza is gesturing excitedly about dresses and ribbons and flowers in her hair.

Cullen watches from the sidelines as Skyhold cheers the Inquisitor on, congratulating her on her pending nuptials and childbirth.

He wonders what it might be like had he been in Samson’s place. Would he be able to kiss her in the open, shamelessly and without a care in the world? Would her womb quicken with his seed?

Of course it would have.

Samson meets his eyes from across the room and gives him a wolfish smile.

Cullen excuses himself and returns to his tower.

Spite II

capricious-muse:

*drags Cullen bald*

He wonders if this is just another one of his dreams and that he’ll wake soon, and everything will be as it once was, but he catches glimpses of them throughout the days, and it drives him a bit mad.

Sometimes on the practice field, where Samson has regained his strength, stamina, and fortitude. Hadiza watches him from the sidelines as he and Aja spar, a content smile on her face. Sometimes in the garden, where he finds Samson sitting on the bench, dozing beneath the lemon tree, while Hadiza tends to her alchemical plants.

In the main hall, during meals, where they sit closely together, their heads bent low. She asks him to try this dish or that, and he’ll allow her to eat the sweets off his plate, citing he never had much of a sweet tooth. Sometimes he’ll lean close, whisper something in her ear, make her laugh.

That laugh used to tug on his heart; yank it clear from his chest. Now it feels like a dozen tiny cuts, wounds so subtle he doesn’t even feel them until he turns away only to find them sharing a tender kiss.

At night, it’s harder.

He lays alone at night, and he wonders about her.

In the morning, when he sees the languorous smile on her face, the slight crookedness of her gait, and the faint shadows under her eyes, he stops wondering.

He stops wondering where they go when they ride out of Skyhold alone, to some secret place no one else knows about. They come back two days afterward, bearing gifts from a hunt, or messages from whatever township or village they passed through. He sees the color return to Samson’s skin, sees the shadows begin to vanish.

He sees Hadiza’s waist begin to thicken. She’s slower, her skin glows, she looks happy. Samson stands a little taller, becomes more attentive toward her, is quicker to smile, and Cullen knows that without having to pinch himself that this is no dream.

This is what love looks like.

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