#non inquisitor oc

[atiredsalmon]

Savill, my Inquisition arcanist OC, working with the Veilguard as Lucanis’ babysitter because, as someone also possessed by a demon (Desire) he can see Spite and thought of the occasional ‘hey hey look at me jingle jingle’ interaction when Spite takes over has me giggling

[tatert07s]

A drawing of my friend’s Inquisitior Adaar, Ahmed (@copperhoee’s character) and my companion character, Aisultan, being crushed by his ass. They’re so cute <3

[lunalorien]

Thinking about Dorian x Inquisitor and hoping for a reunion in Dragon Age: Veilguard 🙏

[leggywillow]

Commission of Dacre Trevelyan circa 9:37 Dragon by @wildbasil ! Seeing this makes me super excited to finally start writing the fic that's going to feature him!

[darbylou-art]

Them ☀️ ko-fi 💚

[binabees]

Big Blue

“Athim to my friends. Fen’Emrys to others. Which one will you call me?”

[dolainiedola]

Templates for all three of my Dragon Age protagonists ( with Or'ielen's updated picture and template)

[roboticromantic]

Refs for a few members of Clan Lavellan! I still have some Traspasser/Post Trespasser refs planned for Thalia, but wanted to show off her Inquisition/Pre Trespasser looks first while I had them done.

Thalia is, of course, Inquisitor Lavellan, but first and foremost she’s the Clan’s first. While she loves and misses her old life, she’s proud of the work she’s doing as head of the Inquisition.

Vhenan’ara is the daughter of Keeper Deshanna, and is easily considered one of the best archers in the clan. She’s the one in charge of leading the hunts, and teaching the next generation how to hunt as well. After Clan Lavellan is almost entirely wiped out with nothing more than a small handful of survivors, she makes her home with the Inquisition with the rest of the clan, thankful that her sister is there when she needs her most.

[velnat004]

remade his face texture and also gave him more moles :3

[schubertgoobert]

If you see me down on my knees, please do not think that I pray.

Little pseudo-tarot card painting of Omen

[atiredsalmon]

Savill didn’t understand Compassion’s strange compulsion to clean the table built into the wall which surrounded the statue of Fen’harel in the Lighthouse’s courtyard, but he hadn’t bothered to ask, either. Demons had their urges and he supposed Spirits had them, too. Caretaker, is what Compassion called itself, and overseeing the state of the Lighthouse must have been a lingering sentiment from the ancient times of the elven rebellion. Now it guarded the current residents’ armor and weapons and enchanted them when asked with the appropriate runes. It’s name wasn’t Architect, however, and it’s knowledge ended at simple maintenance. Savill, however, was handy with more than just a mop and broom, and he could dignify the help by claiming the statue and it’s multipurposed wall was a type of relic. Perhaps not magical in and of itself, but Savill appreciated history just as much. He appreciated the view it gave him, as well. Savill could watch the ancient tower forever in its endless spinning top. He could measure the timeless passing of the Fade in the number of revolutions the floating islands made around the courtyard. Bellara was kind enough to join him for conversation at every trip between her quarters and Neve’s, entertaining him with summaries of the latest Tevinter serials and the wisps kept him company when she wasn’t. And when neither were around, he could look up from his work to distract himself with the sight of Lucanis’ training. A passing wisp, covered in Neve’s notes, floated across his gaze and while Savill glanced away from the shifting forms of the assassin to gently peel the pages off, he didn’t need to watch the final movement to notice the poor posture the man was making. “Are you attempting to strike a mark or a bronto,” Savill asked, shuffling the papers into order and storing them away into a hidden shelf beneath the table. Sound carried differently in the Fade, and Savill could clearly hear Lucanis’ unamused snort from across the courtyard. “Your elbow is held too wide.” “If a target is to move, I will need the reach.” “If,” Savill repeated with a small laugh. “A Crow preparing for a target with the opportunity to run? Perhaps the world is ending after all.” “And what do you know of Crow preparation?” “Only what the usual rumors teach.” Savill ran a palm against the stone of the table as he answered. The crack he had been asked to fix was no longer visible, but he could still feel it against his skin. It would have to do for now - unless the Fade could produce concrete. For now, it was providing him a bit of entertainment. He hopped over the edge of the wall and strolled across the uneven path of floating stones to stand besides Lucanis. “Some of the poisons the Crows use are well known enough to be made by the common man such as myself. I think I’m just as handy with a knife as a Crow, too, but I’m sure you’d have comments of your own. Killing, however…” Savill waved the rest of his thoughts away. Lucanis had lowered his daggers with an amused shrug of his shoulders. They stiffened, now, as Savill took a hold of one of his wrists and gently lifted his arm back into its previous, offensive position. He ran his hand up to the elbow, fingers light, tucking the joint closer to Lucanis’ side. Savill kept his hand there, a smiling slowly spread across his face as he felt the assassin’s skin warm through his shirt. “Killing, I must say, I have less knowledge than a Crow on. But I do have an incredible sense of anatomy.” Savill raised his other hand to press his palm against the assassin’s chest, fingers curled gently over the collar bone. His pulse pounded hard, and Savill felt more than just his own draw towards the man. “You don’t need to slit the throat to silence a man. Right here should do.” For a moment, Savill wondered if he truly had silenced Lucanis until a soft hiss escaped him. “Spite does not like you.” Savill pat Lucanis’ shoulder before drawing back, chuckling. “I don’t need him to like me.”

[vultures-and-scavengers]

i know cullen's temper is usually the one highlighted in this scene but lowkey annette looks like she's plotting to poison jim's coffee. like finally something is happening with the mess of feelings between them, with his "i didnt think this was possible" line after she's been practically throwing herself at him and then this scout has the TEMERITY to interrupt.

[toreodaughter]

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ ✶ ꭺꭰꭺꭺꭱꮪ ; ᅠ⸻ ᅠwhere she begins, he ends. where she dances, he calls the music. where she bleeds, he pumps the blood into the water. where she speaks, he listens. where she lights the fires, he keeps the coals.

[darbylou-art]

i love them so

ko-fi

[awesomecopper]

Playing my Adaar has actually given me an in character reason for the inquisitor’s bad posture in a lot of cutscenes. Hissera is both Vashoth and an apostate mage; either option is frightening to a lot of people but combined she is even more intimidating and likely to draw attention. Hunching her shoulders is a way she subconsciously reacts in an attempt to seem less intimidating, less dangerous, less worthy of any negative attention from those with the power to make life more difficult for herself and those close to her. With her height and how distinctly different she looks from the other races in Thedas I don’t think this strategy is very effective, but it’s nevertheless a habit that she picked up over the years of being seen as an outsider.

[ghilannainapologist]

actually yknow what. heres some really old art of my avvar inquisitor and her half-qunari daughter. the daughter (tonje) has the mark but she is only 12 so her mother (kindra) takes the mantle of inquisitor for her