#creative quarantine

[studio-cj]

iCon

2020

[ranmara-de]

Leaving I

Inspired by the Song “Next Right Thing” from Frozen 2 - fits very good into Fallout 4 (at least to my fanfiction).

The SoleSurvivor returns to Vault 111 after finding Shaun at the Institute and declining his plans of eliminating BoS and Railroad.  She left the Institute and Shaun and was told she should never come back…She takes off the PipBoy and stays in the shadows of the cryo chambers.

“I’ve seen dark before - but not like this This is cold… This is empty… This is numb… The life I knew is over, the lights are out Hello, darkness…. I’m ready to succumb

I follow you around - I always have But you’ve gone to a place I cannot find This grief… has a gravity, it pulls me down But a tiny voice whispers in my mind:

“You are lost, hope is gone…  but you must go on, and do the next right thing" “

(Maybe I doodle some more for the next textlines.)

[hellas-himself]

86. What’s So Funny?

From this prompt list by @well-seasoned-dragonage 

I asked my friend to pick a number without context and she chose 86. I don’t think I’ve ever actually written Fenris and Hawke? So think of this as sometime after their little break up (if we can even call it that) 

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Isabela’s wandering hands had Hawke laughing as they danced. She didn’t know the words to the song and she figured no one did- or they were all too drunk to sing it right. When Merrill walked by, Hawke reached for her, pulling her against her. She spun her around, so that Merrill was flush between her and Isabela. They danced for a time, the three switching places until Hawke’s head spun too much and she knew that dancing on the tables was out of the question.

“I’m going for another drink,” she shouted to Isabela over the music. Isabela gave her a wink before leading Merrill away, further into the dance floor. The tavern was ridiculously busy tonight, but at least her favorite place to sit was empty, thanks to a brooding elf that everyone seemed to avoid.

Everyone but Hawke.

When their eyes met, Hawke blushed and hastily sat down. She called over one of the barmaids and the woman looked over at Fenris and then at Hawke.

“What can I get for you, Champion?”

Hawke grimaced.

“I, um-” She felt too hot. Her stomach ached. Fenris was not supposed to be there. She hiccupped and brought her hands to her mouth. She started to laugh, making the barmaid smirk.

“Think you’re about ready for supper, then?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for anything,” Hawke replied, her hands muffling her voice. But she nodded, the barmaid giving her a smile before walking off.

Hawke sat back in her seat, aware of the relaxed way in which Fenris sat. If she held out her hand, she could touch him. And she wanted to. Terribly. Instead, she scrubbed at her face and cursed when she remembered the kohl she’d allowed Isabela to apply on her eyes hours before.

“Fucking hell,” she said to herself and looked over at Fenris. Who was looking at her. She hiccupped again. “Hawke.” Maker’s breath, that voice. It felt like an eternity since she’d heard him say her name. At least like this. Like he wasn’t mad at her for defending Merrill and Anders, or heart broken like the morning he’d walked away and ended things between them.

“Fenris.”

She held his gaze, her heart beating a little faster. She’d pictured this moment far too many times than she would ever admit. But it was not like this, with her shit faced and smeared make up and him looking fucking perfect as always. She would be wearing something pretty, like a dress- not her fucking armor. “I should’ve listened to Bells,” she uttered and realized she’d spoken out loud. Fenris was still looking at her, his face unreadable.

Hawke let out a nervous laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Fenris asked, taking a rather long sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Funny? Nothing’s funny,” she replied too quickly. This was going terribly. Where the fuck was Varric when you needed him? “I was just thinking something stupid… Which, shouldn’t come as a surprise, right?”

Fenris said nothing and she wished she’d just kept her mouth shut. Her plate of dinner was set before her, and she reached for the bread and without thinking broke it in half, ready to share with Fenris. She realized what she was doing when her arm was already outstretched. It was too late to take it back now.

“What were you thinking?” he asked, accepting his half, his fingers brushing against hers.

“Bells had told me to wear a dress but I didn’t feel like walking home.”

“A dress?” He sounded as skeptical as she’d felt about it.

“Right?” Hawke began to separate the food on her plate, as she always did, leaving Fenris with everything she didn’t like. She pushed the plate his way and shifted in her seat. “If I’d worn it, I would have remembered that there was kohl in my fucking eyes.”

Fenris snorted and took the fork from her hand.

“No, you wouldn’t have.”

She swatted his arm and reached for his wine.

“Shut up.”

“You know that I’m right, Hawke,” he said and took her by the wrist, keeping her from getting too far with his wine. “You haven’t eaten yet. If you drink this, I’ll have to carry you home.”

“Maybe that’s the goal. Maybe I’ve spent the entire night drinking, waiting for a handsome elf to come sweep me off my feet.”

The worst part was, she wasn’t entirely lying. Fenris, to his credit, just smiled. It was a soft smile, the one reserved for her. When they were alone. When no one was looking.

And Andraste’s fucking ass, she missed this. Missed him.

The moment she felt her eyes burn with tears, she looked away, focusing on her half of the plate of food.

And then Fenris laughed, truly laughed. With a mouth full of food, Hawke looked at him. Not wanting to look like a squirrel, she finished chewing and swallowed, successfully taking his wine and drinking from it.  

“What’s so funny?” she asked and he shrugged.

“Nothing.”

“You would lie to me?” Hawke placed a hand over her heart. “I’m wounded, Fenris.”

“Shut up,” Fenris teased and leaned in a little closer. “I’ve no reason to lie to you, Safira.”

And just like that, her face went hot.

“You aren’t sweet talking your way out of this one.” She found herself smiling. “But if you keep it up, we might have to get a room upstairs.”

Fenris took his glass away from her once more.

“Perhaps,” he said with a smirk, and finished his wine.

[maxetudes]

the first and last time i’m working out this quarantine is when my PE class required me to

[ranmara-de]

Leaving III

(Did this first, but it’s the 3rd drawing in the row.)

“I won't look too far ahead... It's too much for me to take But break it down to this next breath, This next step, this next choice Is one that I can make So I'll walk through this night Stumbling blindly toward the light And do the next right thing... And with the dawn, what comes then, When it's clear that everything will never be the same again? Then I'll make the choice To hear that voice And do the next right thing...”

[studio-cj]

At This School, We Acknowledge That You’ll Never Be Good Enough 2020

[ranmara-de]

- Leaving the Vault -

Just some body study sketches for my next drawings. But I’m very happy with it.

[ranmara-de]

Leaving II

(Actually drawing and doodling really helps me to get over bad moods.)

“Can there be a day beyond this night? I don't know anymore what is true... I can't find my direction, I'm all alone.  The only star that guided me was you. How to rise from the floor, when it's not you I'm rising for? Just do the next right thing. Take a step, step again. It is all that I can to do. The next right thing.”