Christina Bindon

Artist! Illustrating fantasy, scifi & fan-art.

[boringkate]

It's legit so unnatural to read! People were illiterate for almost all of human existence! Literacy is a new phenomenon! It reshapes your brain and makes you worse at recognizing faces! Scary af! You need to be way more mindful about it! Don't just read every street sign you see! Kick your reading addiction and embrace a more natural lifestyle! Spend your time masturbating to drawings of furries instead!

[loquaciousquark]

Solas & Adahla Lavellan: new growth.

I commissioned this piece from the unbelievably talented Hotwe, who is one of the most intelligent, thoughtful, deliberate artists I've ever had the pleasure of working with. I cannot express how grateful I am for the kindness shown towards my imaginary dolls at every step of this process. Thank you! <3

This is a paired piece to this one, also by Hotwe, which I commissioned immediately after finishing Inquisition for the first time. Once I finished Veilguard and filled out how the story ends for these two, I knew I desperately wanted the other half of this diptych.

Close-ups and lengthy notes on the incorporated symbolism are below the cut.

Where the first piece was much more somber and determined, I really wanted this moment to feel triumphant (if not unreservedly happy). These are two people at the end of a long war with each other, and moving forward doesn't mean erasing the road before.

Some notes in no particular order:

Solas's hands are now open, releasing the hard and inflexible grip he had in the original piece

The constellation is Fervenial, the Oak, for its associated concept of Vir Tanadhal: "fly straight and don't waver, bend but never break, and the idea of balance. ...The imagery of the hunter (Adahla) metaphorically striking like a bolt on Solas' plans and forcing a reframing of the lightning/smite-y/fate concept of Fulmenos into a concept of balance and growth/organic/spring" - straight from the artist's massive brain

(I've written about why constellations & stars, especially Fulmenos, are important to them here)

Red embrium leaves for healing

Spring growth for seasonal change

Solas, being pushed forward by the strong wind behind him, is finally able to stop thanks to Adahla's pressure

Adahla's dress is inspired by this statue (San Joaquín, Santa Ana y la Virgen Niña by Juan Alonso Villabrille y Ron), but has been reworked with Dragon Age motifs and emblems

The gold vines are from my post-Veilguard fic for them, The Heart Where I Have Roots

I plan to do one more post with both of these pieces together as soon as I can; their journey's been messy to the max, but it honestly brings me so much joy to know they've landed somewhere like this, and I'm again so thankful to Hotwe for bringing that ended war to life.

[deathgasmic]

who else is up permanently feeling like they did something Wrong

[by-ilmater]

but brutus is an honorable man

[avralyne]

[christeeenith]

listen, if Henry and Hans were fucking the entire siege of Suchdol, they'd be better fed than everyone else. Just sayin'

[christeeenith]

Henry finds Hans in the loft of the stablemaster in Suchdol's outer bailey, perched on the foot of the modest bed, waiting. He smiles at the bare chest before him, leaner than it was at the beginning of the siege. Afternoon light cuts through the small window of ventilation above, haloing Hans' right shoulder, and surrounding it with dancing motes. Small freckles and warm colour cover his once pale and noble skin the longer they remain under siege. Heavy clothing begets sweat, begets weight loss, and every bit helps to survive. Trim lines carve dips and trenches where there used to be the soft flesh of a well-fed Lord. It is intoxicating in it's own way, to see the real shape of a man, but also because Henry knows that while everyone else in this fortress starves more by the day, himself and his Lord fare much better in secret. "Come for lunch, dear squire?" "I am feeling quite hungry, my Lord."

[jerreeeeeee]

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

[jerreeeeeee]

what mutual is prev

my liege lord

my loyal knight

my wise wizard

my evil advisor

my brother in arms

my lady muse

my wild mermaid friend

my fellow alchemist

my dashing rapscallion

my monstrous foe

Remaining time: 1 day 22 hours

[suiine]

I just wanted to draw a knight doing a curtsy with a waffenrock....I lost control.

[christeeenith]

In my headcannon, all the men who like to fistfight with their shirts off in KCD1/2 are gay and fair game for my Gay Henry fantasies. Especially 'Blacksmith's Boy Paskal' in Miskowitz who doesn't care for drink or girls, just hitting iron

[christeeenith]

Happy to report that I am currently turning this into a fic mwahaha.

Except its set during the Trosky divorce and its HANS FIGHTING THEM!

"C'mon pretty boy, hit me!" "Careful what you wish for, little hen." "Oo-hoo! Fightin' words there Hensel, watch out for this one," he hears from the gathered spectacting mill hands. Hans is no stranger to playful banter between the lads, he trained with the guard at Rattay since his 13th year afterall, but the men of backcountry Trosky are something else entirely. Unforgiving with the full intent to psych out their opponents. If there was a line between playful and innapropriate, they certainly didn't care. He connects with a forearm, then a swift cut against Hensel's jaw before being locked in a grapple, testing each other's stamina. Both are breathing heavy in each other's space, and with a alarmingly devious smirk, Hensel moves a hand out of contention and subtly brushes it against the front of Hans' braies. Stunned for a moment, Hans eases up and then finds himself laid out on the ground after a knee to the solarplexes. What the actual fuck was that?!

[christeeenith]

The bitchiest rockford peach

[christeeenith]

I've said it before and I'll say it again, discord makes me so depressed. Why do I keep voluntarily going back to highschool?

Because that's what it is.

I'm too old for this shit.

[christeeenith]

When you see your Lord's firm thighs gripping his horse while jousting and suddenly you're picturing nude jousting. [silly fanart for @littleraeofsunshineda's fic 'and I have already begun']

with bootie shorts so tumblr dont get mad - unedited on bsky!

[christeeenith]

behold, my edit of very classic cyanide and happiness comic.

[loveridden1999]

once i permanently get rid of my headaches then you'll all see

[iguanamouth]

I really like winnie the pooh, Can you draw winnie the pooh pleaseeeeee

[thetyrannosaur]

Happy 10 year anniversary to this absolutely foundational post

[skiingcows]

#really cannot emphasize enough how much iguanamouth changed the site’s sense of humor and therefore the timeline of the western world

[toyboy-molloy]

Henry arrived at the barber's that morning with one purpose in mind: to get his damn beard shaved off. Hans had had his fun with it, and Henry too as a matter of fact, but it was getting too long and irritating for him to stand it any longer. He sat at the stool confidently.

"Just a shave today, barber."

"Sorry, Henry," the barber sighed, setting down his razor and shaking his head sympathetically, "no service for you."

Henry frowned, "what? Why not?"

"I've been paid," the barber said with a smug grin on his face, "handsomely. Not to serve you, that is."

"By who?" Henry asked as if he didn't already know. The barber wasn't that stupid, anyway; he understood the benefits to keeping his mouth shut.

"How should I know? They didn't leave a name."

Henry rolled his eyes, wasting no more time sitting at the barber's stool as he headed directly to the bedroom he shared with Sir Hans.

-

"Oh no..." Hans tilted his head in mock sympathy as Henry entered the bedroom; his expression was forlorn and he shut his book, focusing his attention on Henry. He pouted, "what happened?"

Luckily, Henry was prepared. He coyly made his way over to his own bed and sat down, stretching, "his tools were stolen."

"That is a shame," Hans said with finality, tutting as he opened his book once more, "looks like you're going to have to put it up with it then."

"Aye, looks like it," Henry narrowed his eyes in Hans' direction, rubbing his itchy beard for show, "it's a shame, though."

Hans glanced at him out of hte corner of his eye, "what is?"

"Well, it's just so uncomfortable I don't see how I'll ever kiss anyone again," Henry explained, hoping he didn't look as smug as he felt as he watched Hans' eyes widen in horror, "let alone anymore...rigorous activities I might do with my mouth."

Henry let out another sad sigh, reclining on his bed as he began to count backwards in his head from five. He barely made it to two before he heard Hans snap his book shut and leap off of his bed.

"We're going to the Kingfisher."

Henry smiled triumphantly, raising himself from the bed and nodding obediently, "as his lordship commands."

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[depsidase]

[do-not-u-dare]

Stole this from somewhere but i think it’s appropriate