Tony Ward at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2015
Anonymously tell my character what the fuck is wrong with them.
Hahaha yes please :D
Fashion! Put It All On Me ➝ Kristian Aadnevik f/w 2014-2015[2/2]
Atashe, Kalasin and Annalise - The InquisitionPuff Girls
I am so fucking sorry
In which Kal is wondering how Annalise got so lucky.
And Annalise wants to cry.
the ol’ razzzle dazzle
No but actually this is a GREAT way to present a dress like this! A regular standing mannequin wouldn’t show off all the layers and details in the skirt!
it also wouldn’t show off all the ol’ razzle dazzle
THERE’S ANOTHER ONE IN THE BACK
And here we have the two prettiest screenshots I've taken of my ladies. Here's to getting better ones in the new year!
"You're scared of me." Cullen says, surprised, while looking at Trevelyan. She tenses, lips tightening into a thin line.
"Wary." She corrects, "Not scared."
Ah. Of course. "Might I inquire as to why?"
The look she gives him is pure venom, her fingers twitch by her side as if to grasp a staff that is not there. They still, though her shoulders remain stiff, her face remains an impassive mask.
"If you must ask, then you can't be nearly as wise as others consider you to be."
He manages to suppress his wince, but only barely. "I'm no longer a Templar."
"I'm sure that's quite the balm to your battered conscience."
She can't possibly know how deeply the words sting. She's only known him for a week and barely spoken more than a handful of sentences to him in that time. But he staggers, hand going to his chest, letting out a great gust of air. Her eyes narrow.
He gets control of his ragged breathing, gathers his composure around him like a cloak. "I meant only to inform you that you will face no persecution at Haven, my lady," He says, "And also that there is no need to be afraid of any one person here."
"And now you have informed me." She responds, one eyebrow raised. "If I may take my leave?"
He nods, gives a weak sort of wave in the direction of the war room door. She moves past him, pauses, sighs.
"For what it is worth, Commander, the Circle was kind to me."
There's a hesitation at the end of her sentence, a half-spoken 'but' that hangs between them like lead, poisoning and foul on the air. She shakes her head, straightens her spine and moves into the war room.
He sighs. He should not have expected more.
I think I accidentally made a Disney princess.
I chose the American voice for her but I don't like it. I'll see how this run goes.
Annalise Trevelyan. Mage.