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dalish-delights replied to your post: NSFW Headcanon: Hancock has no cock. It fell off...
// I wasnât the only one who thought of this?
//join the club ahaha this has been a thing on this blog since I made it friend

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  why not use gold as shading?  Â
The cup isnât shaded at all. I only used very sparse shading in the painting. In fact, only Sebastianâs skin and the crown are truly shaded. His clothes are flat colored and then overpainted with a structure-brush, same as his halo. The depth of the picture is created, by layering the different pieces over onwe another, like in a papercut. And the cup isnât shaded at all. The plastical feeling is an optical illusion created entirely by the bright, light color in which it is colored. If I added shading of any color to it, it would automatically retreat further into the background again, which kind of destroys the point of itâs color-choice. It was meant to stand out most of the painting after all. ^^
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  ooo! :o I thought it kinda looked blue oops xD  Â
Thatâs because it is blueish. 8D Making it pure white would have looked awefully flat and 2D in comparison to the rest of the painting, thatâs intended to be more 3D. Hence why thereâs a very faint hint of light-blue mixed into the white. That alone gives the cup a more plastical feeling, if that makes sense. ^^â
@dalish-delights gets short haired Kaey uwu
     â With only a small warning of his presence he wraps an arm around the assassin, turning her to face him, to catch her in a gentle kiss. && through it all heâs smiling, eyes closed && touch light. Thereâs something different about him, in his looks && demeanor -- Kaey seems renewed, happier && lighter than heâd been before. After a moment he withdraws, grey eyes opening, smile setting more firmly into his lips as he watches the elf in his arms.
   âI love you, you know.â He says quietly, matter-of-factly -- he touches her cheek, then leans in again, just a breath away from her face, foreheads almost touching. âI love you more than anything.â
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     â âI donât want you to go without me, Iâd rather be with you.â The rogue exhales tiredly, rubbing his forehead. Ever since the Exalted Council heâd been on edge, more that usual -- after watching the pain the other elf had been through, standing helpless as she suffered, Kaey didnât feel like staying to the side anymore. Of course he trusted her, && the agents sheâd take with her, but right then he didnât want to leave anything to chance; heâd nearly lost her once, he wasnât willing to go through that trauma again. He wasnât willingly to stand passive again, if there was something he could do he would do it!
   âYou canât just... leave me here to worry. Youâre going to the Tevinter Imperium Narni, I have business there that I can attend to while youâre working.â He says, finally meeting the womanâs gaze with obvious concern -- heâd stopped trying to hide how he really felt months ago, it only seemed to make things worse for them. If he wasnât honest then he risked not being able to say goodbye, not being able to hold her one last time... if it was the last time.
   â&&... you know how I loathe skulking about this place. You know itâd be better if I did go with you, for both of us. If itâs nothing to worry about then it is so, but I donât... Iâd rather be safe than regret not being there for you.â

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  âKaey, come here.â   His suffering, something she wasnât fond of seeing in him. His crippling fear of returning to the Crows. If it were possible she sure as hell would make it easier on him without actually losing him. Kaey deserved so much more.   Even then, she pulls him into a tight embrace. One she would hope he felt the love she had for him in. How much he mattered to her and that she would take the pain away for him. In his turmoil where she imagined him in iron hot shackles holding him back by a demonic, iron bird tugging away at hooks in his back. Wringing his flesh as painful as dragonâs spit would be for her. Overly irrational way to imagine it but itâs how she tried to see it as. He was a bird trapped in his own cage, unable to find the door out among the bars of confusion. A maze with hardly any good view of anyone outside ofi t.     âWeâll find a way to make it stop together.â
     â There were always moments of weakness, instances of broken armor, his true emotion showing through the facade he wore to protect himself, && to protect others from him. No one had to know the pain he suffered, && few did -- his mind was haunted by demons, fraught with nightmares. He always seemed so steadfast, so calm, yet internally he was shaking, shaken by what he could not shake from his thoughts. Memories, terrors, illusions, hallucinations of a sleep deprived mind.Â
   Kaey tried to sleep, but he couldnât, not when his shadows stalked so closely, not when there was someone there to hear him cry out in the night, to know his weakness.
   Narni knew, && she tried to make it better, but there was little to do for him.
   âIf I go back...â The elf shakes his head, pressing close, painfully close, as if though he wishes to disappear into her skin. He clings like a scared child, fingers trembling as they grasp at her with quiet desperation, a wordless plea to be held, to have something solid in his hands. Thoughts always flitted through his mind, mostly easily dismissed, then sometimes it all became too much to take, && he fell prey to those dark words, dredged from the darkness of his mind.
   He would never be free of his chains, of the cage he had confined himself into to preserve himself, to keep his sanity && soul in tact. But at what cost? The rogue was a broken man, a tattered excuse for a heartless assassin; he had endured years of trials && tortures only to fail himself when released to his own devices. Maybe he had been better off in those chains of allegiance, stuck in service where he had meaning && had no means to fight. But now he was out here, in the world, scarred && haunted && lost. This was not the world he had known.
   && she would be his guide, but after living in the dark so long how could he trust her to lead him? Blindfolded as he was by his past, blinded by his fears... could she really save him?
   âI sometimes feel like I should.â He finally breathes, eyes closed. âThis... this suffering... all for a freedom I cannot truly cherish as my own. I will always be hunted, haunted... I cannot...â
She may be small but she has quite a quick temper. Naomi is a human who had escaped from being a servant and war tool under a tyrant. If angst and moments of fluff is your think shes def for you! (Limited space sorry.)
DESCRIBE ONE OF YOUR OCâS TO ME & IâLL TELL YOU WHICH ONE OF MINE I SHIP THEM WITH !!!
Hmmmm. I have no picture, unfortunately, cos this was from some time ago and the picture required Photoshopping, but Iâm thinking Jaiysa tâTamarak, a neurologist exiled from a dictatorial empire for aiding the enemy. Highly intelligent, very direct, a fairly cold personality and difficult to get close to or convince to open up...but thereâs a person whoâs had (and lost) strong love lurking under the surface.
"So... care to explain your particular brand of crazy?"
Purple Hawke Starters: Accepting"What? Throwing rotten food at them sounds like a legitimate strategy! They'll panic that their clothes are getting ruined. Morale drops. We win."