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escalusia · 1 year
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Mariel, Lucille and Dinara <3
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aldanil · 7 months
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Adahleni playing ocarina (while they were still living with the Lavellan)
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iblazitastic · 1 year
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Experimental portrait painting of my inquisitor Hanna Lavellan 💖
Would anyone be interested in get one of these? 👀
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eve-eleidan · 1 year
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i really love her design 😳
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plaguebeasts · 9 months
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Attack number thirteen, Indigo, Mahon and Saorise for @cloudynuggie, @rennybu and @pickleddogz respectively. Elf triple combo.
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m1lkteaboi · 8 days
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How long had it been? Days blurred together and time filtered through Mahanon like viscous tree sap. (Warning: drabble has angst)
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How long had it been? Days blurred together and time filtered through Mahanon like viscous tree sap. It was heavy and suffocating, smothering him into the small bed. The air was stale, dust hanging in the air and clinging to everything within this little hut. A single candle glimmered on the small table near the door, burning down to its last inch.
The hut was different to Skyhold, quiet, quaint, secluded. Everything was different now. Memories still fresh of the Exalted Council and the peirod of deconstructing the Inquisition and leaving Skyhold, ravaged his mind. It hurt to say goodbye to everyone, his companions, his counsel. But watching his lover Dorian leave, sailing away from him until the horizon swallowed the boat, that shattered him. The locket Dorian gave him with the sending crystal was further down the bed. A bandaid for a stab wound. Dorian seem to think it was working out fine. Daily his chirpy amorous voice resonating from the locket so they can speak to each other as Dorian worked on fixing and improving his home.
Mahanon was proud of Dorian and what he was accomplishing. But in a bitter, hurt part of his soul, Mahanon resented it. He was alone, his life ripped out once again away from him. And it looked like fate was not planning on giving it back. He needed Dorian but... Tevintar needed him more. It was time for him to be supportive for Dorian.
Rolling on his back, Mahanon huffed as he hit the mattress harder than expected. His lack of full arm made everything difficult, needing to put more or less into tasks. Sometimes his phantom arm would hurt, sending agonizing pain racing throughout his body. Deliriously from pain he expected to be blinded by an acid green light that use to emanate from his lost limb. Now the only light was the slowly burning candle, Mahanon barely left his bed. Ravens would peck at the closed windows and door, hopping outside waiting for him to relieve them of their letters. The first few weeks he did retrieve them promptly, finding the letters to be comforting. All his companions were finding their footing. But soon the letters became painful to read. Pening a letter to respond seem to take longer and more energy. Slowly the ravens gnawed the letter off and flew back as Mahanon took longer and longer to get the letters.
When letters brought up concerns, Mahanon wrote them lies. Explained that he was in the woods hunting or some Dalish thing. It worked and the lengthy time between letters was never questioned again. With Dorian, talking with him drained him. Many times the only moments he was awake was when speaking with Dorian. He would muster up all the energy he had and more to seem normal and happy. When the conversation finished he'd fall into a restless sleep again. Mahanon convinced himself that he was just tired from saving the world during the Inquisition time. That all those lost hours of sleep and grueling moments have finally caught up to him. But a small part of him whispered his cowardly truth. He was waiting to die, wanting to even. Mahanon was useless now, he was not going to burden the people he loved. Not anymore...
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chloevazquezart · 7 months
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I have been working on my character design portfolio, so here are some little designs for Ilonen, my Dalish elf Crafter OC :)
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fantalpacca · 3 months
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It was lying around for awhile as i wanted mew cover art on top
And not bg3 this time
Warden Surana and Zevran 👉👈🥹
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thetabris · 7 months
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[🐉] DRAGON AGE: The Warden-Commander Ahrien Tabris and her super dangerous, bloodthirsty and cool spy girlfriend.
this drawing took me a good few hours to complete, and I only decided to post it here now 🫠.
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schubertgoobert · 6 months
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If you see me down on my knees, please do not think that I pray.
Little pseudo-tarot card painting of Omen
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midorisudachi · 4 months
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"We are ridiculously awesome!" - Zevran Arainai (after winning a battle)
Happy December, loves! How are we already at the end of the year? I have felt incredibly scatter-brained this entire year, due to how fast it has been flying by. I feel as if I didn't get anything (that I had planned to do this year) done. Does anybody else feel that way? I had all these ideas in my head to drawn Dragon Age Inquisition characters every other Monday until Dragon Age Day...which was December 4th...and I did not accomplish my goal! Life catches up to you, ya now?
Zevran is absolutely delightful in Dragon Age Origins. He has no shame in what he says...zero filters with his words! Ha ha! He has the best conversations with the characters and I love his bantering. He's my favourite bisexual elf! I had decided to draw him in a heavy armour...I think it was the "Ceremonial Armour".
Some of my favourite Zevran quotes:
"Elves plant these trees to remind themselves of who they once were. And then they pee on it. Charming symbolism, really." - At the vhenadhal tree.)
"How did I get here? What happened to all those luscious wood nymphs?" - After waking up from the Sloth Demon tricking him
"Hmm... Anyone up for a little bit of naked cliffdiving? No?" - At Redcliffe
And the best one:
Zevran: Might I offer you a bit of advice, my good friend Alistair?
Alistair: I like my hair the way it is, thank you.
Zevran: Truly? As you wish... though my advice is regarding something else completely. It has to do with your recent... exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard.
Alistair: My...? Oh.
Zevran: It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet. You are... feeling all right, yes? Perhaps you are tired?
Alistair: We aren't talking about this, are we? Did I hit my head?
Zevran: I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy. As for volume, perhaps you ought to try arching your--
Alistair: Whoa! Whoa! Awkward!
Zevran: You Fereldens are so finicky. How will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?
Alistair: Not listening! La la la la la!
I hope everybody likes this fan art! Notice the date on it? Yes! I drew this a year ago. Why did I not post it on Tumblr before? *Facepalm* Really though...I hope this is well received & enjoyed. This year I have felt like a failure when it comes to art, for it honestly seems like people prefer digital art over traditional art. Is this so? I love traditional art...I don't want it to die out. Even worse is that some people prefer AI "art" (more like ART THEFT!) over real artists. It can be hard to be an artist sometimes. Don't get me wrong. I love digi art, too. But often my heart yearns for more traditional artwork, as it often gets tossed aside. I feel that is one reason why I had not done well with my art on Instagram. From now on, I will only be posting art here on Tumblr. Thank you to ALL of you who have liked and shared my artwork. You mean a lot to me and I appreciate you in supporting me. PLEASE let me know if you draw Dragon Age fan art, too! I'd love to see it.
Drawn with Sakura Pigma Micron pens and then coloured in with a mix of Copics and Ohuhu markers. White accents done with a gel pen. Background was done in Photoshop Elements.
Zevran Arainai & Dragon Age Origins (c) Bioware & Electronic Arts
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alvivaarts · 3 days
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Sometimes I'm just like: AHHH! INQUISITORS!
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Left is my OG Inquisitor, Levara Lavellan! She's an elvhen rogue, and usually her romance is with Cullen. I love to play her in D&D as well as a monk, which I feel like fits her gruff no bullshit vibe way more. Despite that, she loves to look pretty, so she tends to really like weaving and sewing! Varran is my new guy! I don't have much in mind about him, but I imagine he's considerably younger and less experienced in life than Levara. I think he'd be a good fighter or warrior, and probably tends to trust too easily and get into shit for being too curious for his own good!
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fortnitejotaroballs · 9 months
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"praying won't save you, cyrion."
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ales-dark · 4 months
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I remember drawing this funny comic during a boring class at university in 2020 🤣 And then I decided that short haircut would suit my inquisitor better
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thegoblinwitchqueen · 4 months
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Commission for @ell-vellan of their Lavellan Inquisitor, Atish’Anera
I love her!! ❤️
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m1lkteaboi · 22 days
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Dorian normally didn't stay in the tavern once his choice of alchohol was procured. But when the bottle of Celestine black clicked against the wood as the bartender placed it, Mahanon popped up on his right. Dressed in casual clothes the elf smiles brightly before leaning over for a kiss, which Dorian happily gave.
"Amatus, while I know what brings you to me, what brings you here?" Mahanon was bashful for a second, fidgeting with his scarf.
"I've never had whiskey and I was curious." Blush bloomed across the elfs cheeks and Dorian chuckled at the display.
"Whiskey is much stronger than your Dalish flower wine amatus." Mahanon blush deepened as he avoided Dorian's stare.
"I know... That's why I wanted to try it with you here... Because you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me." Dorians heart burst with affection at Mahanon's words and his trust in him. Wrapping an arm around the elf's waist he pulles him flush into his side and kissed his cheek.
"Bartender, a cup of your best whiskey for The Inquisitor!"
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