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here i go............. learning to paint metal...............

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meanwhile on the skyhold balcony,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

cullen mage fucker 🫵 !!! he wanna kiss an elf soooooo bad he can't even read rn

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cullen mage fucker 🫵 !!! he wanna kiss an elf soooooo bad he can't even read rn

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working on my pre inquisition lavellan and studying her vallaslin.........

ghilan'nain's vallaslin are just.....fancy fallopian tubes..........

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interview over!!!!!!! christmas has begun!!!!! its time for witcher 1, DA brain rot, hot chip, and lie down!!!

i have to prep for the next round of my interview which is tomorrow at 8am which will be another 45 minutes long but all i want to do is eat hot chip and lie (down)

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i have to prep for the next round of my interview which is tomorrow at 8am which will be another 45 minutes long but all i want to do is eat hot chip and lie (down)

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by the lovely @vir-tanadahl :)

A snippet of the following chapter of my anthology, Of Honey and Halla, which will be titled "In the Dales:"

“We are clan Yonwyn, Inquisitor,” the Keeper spoke with tempered patience. He was a man of a mature age, somewhere in midlife, and stood with the mild pride of prudence. He clutched a wooden staff, a head taller than himself, knobbed and gnarled of heartwood - a shillelagh.  The commotion roused further members of the tribe to slip through the trees and into view. A strapping elf appeared at the Keeper’s shoulder, tanned and raven-haired with eyes as green as the groves where the clan made their home. He was undoubtedly handsome and quite young by the looks of it, his movements as confident as his airs. Short of stature, he came to about half the height of the scepter, eyeing the party before them.  Upon a quick appraisal, a look of realisation flashed across his beautiful face and the elf jumped forward, dropping to one knee before Lavellan. He grabbed her hand, gripping his fingers tightly around her palm. “The Herald,” the boy greeted in reverence, averting the Inquisitor’s gaze and pressing the back of her hand to his forehead. “It is a great pleasure to meet you.” Lavellan stood motionless and bewildered, fixated on the figure before her in supplication. So shocked she was, unable to speak, and heard only the giggling snickers Sera made no effort to contain. Solas observed the young man, possibly no older than twenty and three and evidently a warrior, with a sharpened, glistening shortsword strapped to his side and daggers sheathed behind his back. The elf awaited her mercy at her feet, in silent devotion and surrender. Something unnamed and disturbing tickled within Solas as he scrutinised the sight before him. “Uh,” Lavellan stammered. “Yes, and you.” The boy rose, readily meeting her eyes. “It is very good to have you here, Inquisitor. Thank you for your visit.” He did not let go of her hand, seizing it with the same fierce piety he offered of himself a moment ago. Solas focused on the point of their connection, flickering between the face of the lad and their touch, and his eyes narrowed imperceptibly - the glance of which did not escape the notice of the Keeper. “We have heard tales of your heroism and grace, but the legends do not do you justice,” the elf said. “You are far more beautiful in person.”

tagging anyone who wants to join in, as well as the illustrious @lovestruckthedasbard if she has anything she would like to share 💗

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wip of my mage lavellan :)

[line art + flat colour + working on lighting+bg+render]

lightly introduced her prior but i was dissatisfied with the work so i deleted it. here she is now 🧙‍♀️

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also i made this blog to serve as a place for me to post all DA related fanart and fanfics i make so if you also see other content such as bg3 but most importantly as of right now witcher content i hope you will enjoy. i am frothing at the mouth for ciri!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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it is so very nice being back in my childhood home because i get all the vitamins and nutrients i might not feed myself alone since my mother always shows up with plates upon plates of fruit and vegetables for me to snack on no matter what i am doing

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i am travelling to the states for the holidays today, so hopefully i will be able to post some more art/stories soon :) ❤️

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i just had a really intense interview for a new role that had me preparing for it for like 2 whole days.......... it was meant to be 45 min but it turned into an hour.......................... i need a gd break 😭

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hand studies, might as well make it of a special certain professor ❤️

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me & backgrounds ❌

me & only one part of the body ✅

me & putting all the body parts together 🫥

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doodled a familiar lil guy while testing out some new brushes 🥚❤️

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Of Honey and Halla: A Solavellan Anthology

Chapter 2: Time Not For Tea: Little cakes. His favourites. Of Honey and Halla is an ongoing non-chronological Solavellan anthology. It will be a multi-chapter read focusing primarily on "slice of life" events, as well as explorations of canon in both Inquisition and Veilguard. Read on Ao3. ❗Writing style: literary, poetic, ornate, romantic, introspective. 📝 Chapter word count: 2,124 ☁️ Proofread: check! :)

[more of my wee art - the perspective and lighting kicked my *ss]

excerpt:

“Solas,” Lavellan gently called, walking into the room. She was smiling, wide and warm, and held something behind her back.

“Inquisitor,” Solas replied, straightening from his desk. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“A surprise,” she said, coming to stand before him. She lifted her head to meet his, eyes sparkling with mischief. “One just for you.”

“Is that so?” he answered, arms behind him. “And what have I done to deserve a surprise?”

“Nothing in particular,” Lavellan said playfully. A faint blush rose to her cheeks in anticipation of their meeting, the thrill of which fluttered her heart. “It’s something I thought you might like.”

“A gift?” Solas said. “You are of a generous spirit, indeed, Inquisitor. Do you normally endow your retinue with offerings?” 

“It is an utmost exclusivity I bestow to very few,” she remarked. 

“I would think you to take great pains in not showing favouritism amongst your companions,” he teased. It was difficult for him to bite back the smirk that so easily grew on his face in response.

“Some have caught my attention more than others,” Lavellan quipped, sharing looks, coy and steady. 

Solas watched her as from behind her back she revealed a container in both of her hands, bundled and tied in vibrant cloth. She placed the parcel on a stack of closed books at the edge of his desk, undoing the knot to reveal a silver vessel, covered with a metal lid. Lavellan opened the container to present several little cakes dotting the bottom. They were lavish, with colourful fondant and elaborately decorated with shining edible pearls and custard cream. Bulbous, round fruit laid atop a few. 

“For you.” Lavellan blinked at him, batting her lashes. 

“How have you managed to procure these?” Solas asked with a soft laugh, elated with the sight. 

“I might’ve taken a handful from the kitchen when the confectioners arrived for catering,” Lavellan admitted. “Josephine ordered far too many for our meeting with Orlais, as usual. No one will notice a few missing.”

“I quite enjoy cakes.” 

“I know.” Lavellan bit her lip, containing the smile that grew on her face. He looked at her in contentment, great pleasure, a spark of admiration and intrigue which called her to him: a gift, freely and thoughtfully given.

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with that being said, i am finishing up an art piece that is giving me a challenge (a welcome one!) for the next chapter of my fic. :) i should hope to have that ready by (fanfic) friday!

in the meantime, if anyone is interested in some actual published works of fiction, i would very much recommend what i am currently reading now:

The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O'Farrell