ANGELFOLKS

Duncan takes Fiona and baby Alistair to visit the Denerim Alienage ft. young Cyrion, Aiwen, and little Nolall Surana (full size)

yall remember how duncan was friends with valendrian? bcs i do and its rly important to me

i could have gone wild with details but i could also have been born an entirely different person so this is all we get

some city elf fashions to add to my portfolio, with adaia as the model

not quite original on the design. but this time i aimed for something more layered because i was reminded that ferelden tends to be cold lol

Computer not working, cant draw digital? modern problems require ancient solutions.

zsuzi in like. inquisition times, imagine blackwalls starstruck face, and a mikhel i drew without reference and am very proud of because for once it actually looks like what i imagine him looking like bless 👏

tried painting for practice :o)

#proandersweek day 1 - life in the circle -> lets not forget anders is good with kids

anders and karl in the circle performing the fan favorite “gregoir and irving (try to) slay a dragon” ft. my surana if u can guess who that is :o)

this will also likely be my only contribution since college is a pain sry

20 = date night

my half of the warden art trade between me and @anycoldwind !!

Apologies that it took me a while to get this AMAZING commission posted! This is by the incredible @angelfolks and it shows Kylara in her new Arcane Warrior gear. I would love some reblogs to show off his gorgeous and unique style of art! <3

I have also written a segment of a chapter in progress to go with this wonderful piece of art! I hope you enjoy it! <3 (Oh, and just in case you are wondering, Ali and Ky’s crystal necklaces now allow them to communicate without speaking… that is covered in Chapter 34 of my fic. The armor is she is wearing, I call Wade’s Drakeskin armor, but the vanilla armor is so… blah. This is actually the Armor of Sacred Ashes – from a lovely mod for DAO called RL’s Swan Song.)

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I stepped out of Keeper Lanaya’s aravel, my new armor finally on. It had taken me awhile to get used to all the new straps and buckles on Wade’s drakeskin armor, but one I had it on, it felt… right. Like I had always been meant to wear it. The dye he had chosen for some of the armor was a bit on the loud side of pink (I had always preferred subtler shades of blue and violet), but the black and silver bits did offset the brightness.

I ran my fingers lightly over the silver scales that made up the midsection of the armor. They felt cool to my touch. I suppose that is what accounts for the fireproofing bit of the armor, I thought. Wade truly is a genius armor-smith. I hope Herren will lighten up someday and not be so hard on him.

I sat down on the edge of the aravel for a moment, my mind replaying all that the ancient elven spirit had “taught” me about being an arcane warrior. Spells would still be my primary way to attack, but I would no longer require a staff to channel. I needed a new weapon. I needed… a sword.

Commission of my OCs, Fenrir and Hela Lavellan, by @angelfolks! Look how cute they are as kids!!! 

After seeing this, I was inspired to write a little scene between these two, Pre-Inquisition! 

Hide and Seek

Fenrir ducked under the fence to the halla pen, his violet eyes searching, seeking. Behind the water trough, he saw the bit of black hair and pointed ears.

His quarry found!

Stepping silently, heart pounding, he slipped through the paddock, the halla nestling him as he went. He gently pushed them away, their fur soft in his hands, but he was focusing on his target. Edging around the side, he took a deep breath and leaped around, startled blue-gold eyes flashing up towards him.

“A-ha! I found you!” Fenrir declared triumphantly, his white braid flipping across his shoulder.  

Hela squealed in surprise, her ears twitching. She soon recovered, though, and stuck her tongue out at him. “I let you win! Next time, you will never find me! I will use my magic!” She stood up, confidence in her posture, shoulders back, chin up.

It had been two months since her magic manifested, two months since her family aravel had been scorched, the side still singed. It might have burned entirely if not for her grandmother’s quick action, using her own magic to quench the flames.

“No magic or it isn’t fair!” Fenrir pouted, crossing his arms. He didn’t want to say he was jealous, but he was. Hela had magic, like grandmother’s magic. And he didn’t. Hela and he did everything together, but now…

One of the halla wandered over and sniffed at his head, tickling so that he couldn’t keep from giggling. He reached up his small hand to scratch at its cheek.  

Hela gave him a look, rolling her eyes, but a look of understanding crossing her youthful face. “Fine. But you still won’t be able to find me! Even without magic!” She punched his arm, her eyes sparkling. “You just got lucky this time!”

He gave her a lopsided grin, negative thoughts slipping away, his cousin’s familiar teasing reminding him that no matter what, they were still friends. Nothing would change that, not even magic. “You have to find me first! You have to count to 50 this time and no cheating!”

She threw her hands over her eyes and started counting loudly. “One! Two! Three!”

Fenrir started to protest, but seeing the huge grin on her face, he just shook his head and bounded off through the pen, towards his hiding place.

Hela was going to have a hard time finding him!