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The Only Moment We Were Alone • 2026

Commission of Fenris and Hawke for a friend!

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Astronomer

Wow I actually took until wednesday to get to this lol. Tysm to the vibrant @virshiral for tagging me!

Chapter ??? of Dreams (I swear I'll start posting eventually):

“He likes sweets.” Cole agreed. “I know.” Rune replied with a small smile before standing to grab the petit four. They thanked him again on their way out, crept up the stairs and out onto the ramparts. On their way to the rotunda, they couldn’t help but notice how bright the stars were. They always felt brighter on cold nights like this, but the lack of light pollution here made them truly breathtaking. Every December, there was a meteor shower named for the same stars Rune was born under. They would haul their overstuffed sleeping bag outside and lay under the bare branches of the large maple that stood outside their house until the cold seeped deep into their bones, forcing them to cry uncle and will their stiff limbs to carry them inside. Even on cloudy nights, they were guaranteed to catch sight of a few shooting stars. The practice had become sacred to them; yet it could not compare to what they saw tonight. Stars back home had always felt a bit abstract—like holes punched through the firmament. Like negative space. But here? Here they felt tangible. Alive. Rune briefly wondered if Solas was watching the same stars. Solas. Right. Cake.

The sketchy portraits I've been working on:

Ty @theriothag for the tag!

Chapter ??? of Dreams:

He was allowed to have this, wasn’t he? They knew and they were still here. Still in his bed, with their arms wrapped around him, in the still of the night where it seemed like they were the only people in the world. The question of whether or not he was allowed was irrelevant—he had them, and they had him. That was enough.

Chapter 3 of R&R:

“I’m Fen’Harel.” Rook scoffed. “You need to be committed.” “I’m serious.” Solas furrowed his brows, beginning to feel indignant despite himself. “Yeah, ‘serious’-ly crazy." Rook rolled her eyes. "I’m sure you believe that, but you can’t expect me to.”

9 of these babies (other characters too not just Elle lol, I just used her as an example bc Riot tagged me) I'm dragging my feet on bc I don't want to do lighting studies:

Thanks so much for the tag, @elfyroot @sandetigerrr @vanillastrange 🖤 Sweetie-pies! *It only took me a week. 😂

I’m such a slowpoke (it’s been a challenging couple of months), but Chapter 12 of The Revolution of Hearts is coming along. Pinkie swear.

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“Hey, Shortcake. Look!” Varric took five exaggerated steps towards her without his cane, finishing with a small twirl and doff of a non-existent cap.

“Varric!”

“I know, right? I’ll be back on the dance floor in no time.”

“I certainly hope not. I’ve seen you dance.”

“Hey, kid! Remember who signs your paychecks.”

Elle hummed. “Short guy, right? Can’t dance? I think I paid his bail once.”

“Hmph. You used to be so sweet.” Varric shook his head. “I’m so proud.”

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Rules: A photo of your OC, 6 or more photos that fit how they are when they’re in love, and 3-4 songs.

Tumblr has deleted my progress on this draft about 80 times, and my mentions are a mess, but I think I was tagged by the lovely @virshiral and @bibliobrickbat

No-pressure tagging @luzial @aliceis-dead @sandetigerrr @tulipathy @vanillastrange @dayntee @miraabellee and anyone who would like to.

INCREDIBLE Elle Artwork by Lucy✨✨

Betrayal

I was tagged by my heart @aliceis-dead, thank you <3

No pressure tagging @theriothag @virshiral @tulipathy @sandetigerrr

Today, I bring you Felassan playing beach volley (because why not) and 🍋🍋🍋

Thank you for the tags, @aliceis-dead and @rat-spit-village and @liberaquantobasta-catossa! I am always pleased when I manage to do one of these actually on Wednesday haha. from an upcoming chapter of Death to the Evanuris:

'May I?' Solas says, his hands hovering over Felassan's hair. All at once memory returns to Felassan in brittle, bruising waves. Solas used to do this in the trenches. When they first met he would always braid his own hair in the morning every day, and then, after he gave up and shaved it off, he started braiding Felassan's instead - a quiet, soothing ritual between them when everything else seemed impossibly difficult. It was only by means of such little contingencies that they were able to survive the war. He gives a jerky nod, not trusting himself to speak. Solas hums lightly beneath his breath and passes a hand through Felassan's hair - gentle, deferential - and then starts separating it into sections. It is almost as if no time has passed; he hasn't forgotten how. 'Fel,' he says softly, as he begins working at the top of the braid. 'We have to go to the registry office today.'

I bow to the hound with the mightiest jaw / oh, baby, let’s get down, I want to bark like a god