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A box, existing.

Rook:

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“Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” (more writing below)

It was with the familiar smell of ashes burning her nostrils that Lady Galadriel came to the realisation that there was no fight left in her.

If she closed her eyes, she could feel them— the last flickers of a fire long burning finally leaving her body. As she stood there alone, amid the smoke blackening her sight and a tapestry of bodies she could no longer distinguish at her foot, the yearning for the pale waters of the Sea made itself known at last. She welcomed it with great bitterness.  So this was her end. The daughter of Finarfin was to set sail home, at last. She felt him approach like she always did: a large shadow engulfing soil, corpses and hopes alike, the blade of betrayal still fresh against her skin. She could continue to fight him— she’d done so over and over again, with different faces, different blades, each trying at eroding figments of a once shared kinship to no avail. He would remain Sauron. She would forever be Galadriel. He could not slay her just as she could never rid herself of him in full, and the acceptance of this truth once made her chest cave with grief, right between the puncture points of the crown he’d once pushed against her. “Galadriel,” he greeted her. He considered her curiously. Beneath his helmet, his eyes were glowing embers, nothing like his—witnessing the change in Galadriel, no doubt. She had never given up on an opportunity to deal a blow before, and there he stood before her, tendrils of his armour reaching to her like a black flame, yet she was not moving. He took a cautious step forward. “Are you not going to fight me, today?” She stared blankly at him—through him, through what once was, what could be, what would be. “Would you show me a friendly face, once more?” She asked instead. Tired. She was so tired. As she let her head fall against his shoulder, he stood very still. “I would,” he simply said, southern vowels scraping against his throat, low, barely loud enough for her elf ears to hear. Against all odds, he had granted her her request. Stubble scratched the side of her head as a hand gingerly held the back of her neck, and she allowed herself to feel the solace of his embrace, just this once.

She had started to diminish the day they had met, after all.

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It wasn’t going well, yes, Anders?

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True Kings of Antiva

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broke: everyone calls Hawke by surname bc the game can't get people to say your custom name

woke: nobody in Kirkwall knows Hawke's first name

(commission info // tip jar!)

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And in the darkness, bind them.

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Veiltober Day 07: Davrin (and Assan!) I'm sorry I'm weak for baby griffons I needed to add him as well. Davrin is beyond handsome, such a ray of sunshine 🥰

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i was supposed to finish this as full illustration for some inctober list but i gave up so here

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Wolf

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon soon!

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Wet in the wetlands

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bellara | get to know your companions

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Dagrun - Patreon Reward for @sissy-the-siren. This is her fierce pirate character, Dagrun.

I had a lot of fun drawing her and I hope I did her justice :D

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Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Bellara Lutare

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♡ black cat ; icons | xsheera ♡

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↳ Marvel’s Spider-Man - The Black Cat Strikes (comic)

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When I first played Dragon Age Origins, I knew nothing about it and found out very quickly that the combat was a bit miserable (at the start) So, big shout out to Alistair for keeping me interested in the game long enough for me to fall in love with it ❤️

(Also, lads, how many of these do we think I can finish before Veilgaurd comes out? I’ve got like 20 thumbnails done lol)