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S Walden Road, Cabot, Vermont.

[cabl-art]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN

ok so basically the building i worked at closed and i got laied off so commissions are currently my only source of income so if u want 2 commission me it'll be cool i think

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[mihylliart]

For this Hansry fanart, I use one of Tom McKay's outfit in the white queen for Henry and a mod outfit for Hans. I've struggled a bit with the background on this one 🥲 but here it is. hope you like it!☺️

[vhen-harel]

WIP Today

@celesenova you tagged me for WIP Wednesday but I'm late lol. So WIP today! This is one in development with Cabot and Saethre after the heartbreak of Crestwood.

Cabot eyed the Inquisitor. Anyone looking at Cabot who didn't know him well would think it was a look of disdain or annoyance, but he was watching the Inquisitor closely with concern.

She had put away far more alcohol than he remembered her drinking before, and certainly more than her usual one or two glasses of red wine. Cabot had chosen bartending because he found being behind the bar gave him an advantage. Look into the eyes of those at the bar after a few rounds of drinks and you could really see what was going on beneath the surface.

And Saethre's eyes were hollowed by pain.

He had heard the rumours about her and Solas. The biggest one was that she had returned to Skyhold barefaced. Tongues were wagging within the hour of her return.

And this was the face he was looking upon now. A fresh face free of the vallaslin he was so used to seeing on her, and it left her emotions exposed all the more. Her eyes had always stood out from her face, almond-shaped with those large steel-blue and grey eyes flecked with lavender, always watching. But now, without the strange, elven markings framing her face, her eyes jumped out even more, they seemed larger, more intense. And those eyes were hurting.

Cabot caught Maryden's eye and she nodded back, already moving to shoo out the last of the stragglers. No one needed to see the Inquisitor at her worst.

Saethre finished another drink and motioned for him to pour another. He walked over and grabbed her glass.

"I've got an unopened Sun Blonde Vint in the back room. Join me in the back for a taste before I close for the night."

She stared at him without really seeing him and nodded, getting up from her seat, wobbly and clumsy and not caring, the Herald's Rest empty now.

Saethre slowly made her way to the back room behind the bar, holding a hand against the doorway before Cabot pulled out a chair and motioned for her to sit. He reached for a bottle with golden lettering while she stumbled towards the chair, reaching out with both hands before easing herself into it.

Cabot busied himself with finding a couple of glasses, thinking on who he could get to discreetly get the Inquisitor back to her room and decided if it came to it, he'd make up a cot here in the back room for her.

"I'm not feeling very good, Cabot," Saethre slurred.

Cabot nodded.

"I don't imagine you would be, Inquisitor. Not with what you put back tonight."

He poured, only a little in each glass to make it look good, and turned towards her.

She was bent over in her chair, elbows on her knees, head down. She was shaking. Cabot started thinking about finding a blanket for her if she was cold until he realised she was laughing.

"No," she said, shaking her lowered head, the long braid of her black hair almost touching the floor. "Not that kind of not feeling good."

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[farcillesweep2024]

She’s from Vermont

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Cabot

[taatianaad]

Love

It was a quiet night in New York, the kind of night when the city lights shone like stars, and the hustle and bustle faded into a distant murmur. Alex Cabot and Casey Novak walked together through the streets, their pace slow and relaxed, enjoying each other's company. They had known each other for years, having worked together on some of the toughest cases in the prosecutor’s office, but over time, their relationship had evolved beyond the professional.

For both of them, these new feelings were exciting but also a little terrifying. Neither of them was used to the vulnerability that love entailed, much less showing it. However, that night, there was something different in the air, something palpable and full of promises.

They had spent the evening dining at a small Italian restaurant in the East Village. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter, memories, and shy confessions. Casey, always the more open and humorous one, had managed to draw several smiles from Alex, who was known for her more reserved and serious demeanor. But in that moment, with Casey, Alex felt free, almost weightless.

Upon leaving the restaurant, they decided to walk instead of taking a cab, enjoying the warm weather of the night. Casey led the conversation as always, while Alex listened, fascinated by how easily Casey could make everything seem lighter, more fun.

However, as they walked, Alex began to notice something growing inside her, a kind of sweet tension, a desire to do something she had been suppressing for weeks. She felt the need to be closer to Casey, to cross that invisible line she had maintained until now. As they reached a small park, one of those tranquil corners of the city that felt removed from the rest of the world, Alex suddenly stopped, causing Casey to turn and look at her with curiosity.

“Is everything okay?” Casey asked, arching an eyebrow, her tone casual but with a spark of concern in her eyes.

Alex took a deep breath, feeling her heart race. The adrenaline coursed through her veins as she took the next step. Without saying a word, she closed the distance between them, and before Casey could react, Alex leaned in and kissed her.

The contact was soft at first, almost shy, as if Alex was waiting to ensure that this was okay. But as soon as she felt Casey respond, something inside her released. The kiss deepened, grew more confident. Alex’s hands moved to hold Casey’s neck, while Casey, surprised at first, soon surrendered to the moment, wrapping her arms around Alex’s waist and pulling her even closer.

The world around them disappeared. There was no traffic, no lights, no noise, only the two of them, caught in that moment that seemed eternal.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing somewhat heavily, and Casey, still holding Alex by the waist, looked into her eyes with a mix of surprise and delight. “What was that?” she asked, but her smile suggested she already knew the answer.

Alex, still a little dazed by what she had just done, laughed softly. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

Casey smiled, a smile that lit up her entire face. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I’ve been waiting for it to happen too.”

They stood there for a moment, looking at each other in silence, letting the weight of what had just happened settle between them. Finally, it was Casey who broke the silence.

“How about we go to your apartment?” she suggested, her tone light but with a clear implication in her gaze.

Alex didn’t need more than that. She nodded, her hand taking Casey’s, and they began to walk toward Alex’s apartment, this time a little faster, as if they both knew what was about to happen and couldn’t wait any longer.

Once inside Alex’s apartment, they barely managed to close the door before their lips met again, this time with more urgency. Alex gently pulled Casey toward her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them as they moved. The desire they had both been suppressing for so long had finally erupted, and neither had any intention of stopping.

The night became a whirlwind of passionate kisses, soft touches, and whispers interspersed with laughter. The sheets tangled around their bodies as they moved in a rhythm that only the deep connection they shared could explain. Every touch, every kiss seemed to ignite an even more intense fire in both of them.

Hours later, after they had quenched that initial passion, Alex and Casey lay under the sheets, their breathing still irregular but unable to stop laughing softly, sharing an intimacy that went beyond the physical. They were exhausted but happy, with a sense of peace and satisfaction that few ever experience.

Casey, with her head resting on Alex’s chest, enjoyed the rhythmic sound of her breathing. The warmth of her body was comforting, and while resting there, Casey felt an emotion she hadn’t expected to come so quickly.

She shifted slightly, lifting her head to look into Alex’s eyes. “I love you,” she said, without hesitation. It was a simple declaration, but one loaded with meaning.

Alex fell silent for a moment, surprised. Her heart began to race, as if those two words had ignited a spark inside her. The rapid rhythm of her heartbeat was so palpable that Casey, still resting her head on Alex’s chest, noticed it immediately. She smiled, her lips curving tenderly as she heard the pounding heartbeat.

“I think your heart agrees with me,” Casey joked, lifting her gaze to see Alex’s reaction.

Alex laughed, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “You have that effect on me,” she admitted, her hands stroking Casey’s hair. “I didn’t think... I didn’t think this would be so... intense.”

Casey looked at her softly, her eyes shining with a mix of love and amusement. “Well, get ready, because this is just the beginning.”

Alex smiled, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Casey’s forehead. “I love you too,” she finally whispered, letting those words flow with all the sincerity she felt in that moment.

Casey rested her head back on her chest, allowing the sound of Alex’s heart to lull her. They didn’t need to say anything more. They were exactly where they wanted to be, together, tangled in the sheets, wrapped in a happiness they both knew would last far beyond that night.

Outside, the city continued its course, but inside that apartment, in that bed, Alex and Casey’s world was perfect.