*persuasion check*

previously silmarillia | Vanitas | he/she/they | 20s open for commission

[blackstaff-blast]

I've been so inspired by the tarot cards of Dragon Age: Inquisition that this Emperor just happened. Straight up spawned.

*looks at hands like the Dark Urge*

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[bribinart]

“The hunter did not hate the wolf. The wolf did not hate the sheep. But violence felt inevitable between them. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world.”

(prints)

[ryann-44]

It’s not a good story unless the hero dies

[blackstaff-blast]

hi. a little landscape study to brighten your feed

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[barghest-land]

scared animal that you are

[barghest-land]

astarion my beloved i don't draw you often enough

[kuuwo]

Zevlor commission for @duckie19

Thank you for commissioning me🫶

[norrtam]

since may

it gave me pleasure to make such simple skatches of him. I hope that i play through it a second time, something else will come to mind

[courteous-otter]

i don't know n7 day, but i know n7 week, n7 month, n7 life, n7 everything--

[suhaylah]

landscape studies (2020)

shop: suhaylah.bigcartel.com instagram: @suhaylah.h

[blackstaff-blast]

Abelas (Sorrow)

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[nofilter-cory]

The Devil

[nofilter-cory]

[hexh-pixel]

tired

[dread-coyote]

Cassandra tarot card armor I love u I wish u were real

[odyssiaca]

you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

[polartss]

happy valentines from Aphrodite 🩷💌🌷