Update: my finger is ok! As in, scabby and itchy but no lasting damage was done and the tip is restoring its shape šš I will likely get stitches removed on Tuesday but I will test how I fare with a pen tomorrow. This was one frustrating week :')
I fucked up while cooking and ended up with multiple cuts on my right hand index finger that required a trip to the ER and a couple of stitches, so I obviously won't be in the condition to draw for a few days and commissions updates will come a bit later :') I will be doing the preparatory visual research bit of commissions until I can hold the pen again when the cuts start closing up and the 'oh god it burns like hell' stage is over
Bloody hell I haven't slept well in probably 3 weeks and
a. I don't know why since I usually just zzz just alright and melatonin is not the fix, it's just that I wake up 400 times
b. for several days in a row we had the painters coming at EIGHT AM (criminal) for the last bit of building renovations and camping out on both balconies until afternoon so I couldn't even catch up with sleep
(plus having people in the house is #1 thing I can't stand, please leave, do not perceive me. thank god they're done. One was in my studio so I could not even work cause I did not want to inhale chemicals)
I had a blast drawing this one for @thegnawednoble - I like myself a good _entangled_ pose ok, it's just fun, and after reading the backstory that this little scene is from, I am now 100% obsessed with thw two of them
So, poor paladin Arthur has gotten into some big trouble (the trouble being a Bhaalspawn called Nightshade) :')
comms closed! <3 ty all for getting a slot, I should have mailed everyone back and I'm already at work :D I might open new sketch slots in March, paintings tbd as I have quite a queue of them and some are big pieces, so probably later on!
If you got a piece, you can check my progress here
Hi babes! Opening up some slots for February/March!
Both painting and lineart slots available!
> Before commissioning, you read my carrd for all the info >> CaffeinatedRogue
LINEARTS - 5 SLOTS AVAILABLE
(click to go to my Ko-fi comms!)
PAINTINGS - 4 SLOTS AVAILABLE:
Booking Token on my KoFi Shop!
oof january was more eventful than planned so I'm running late on everything,
ok for all those who commed me in december, all art posting is queued, annddd I'm opening comms again today!
Written for @caffeinatedrogue for OC Kiss Week, Day #2! Our crazy lovebirds, Elias and Leda <3
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Pairing: f!Surana/m!Amell
Rating: General
Summary: A Chantry garden might be beautiful, but there was one thing more beautiful to Elias Amell: his wife to be, Leda Surana.
Words: 754
Additional Tags: OC Kiss Week 2026, Day 2- Wedding, Warden Surana, Non-Warden Amell, Post-Canon
Read on AO3
The Chantry of Denerimās garden was in full bloom, every shade a person could imagine painting the ground around him: blues, yellows, purples, pinks, white⦠a rainbow interspersed with green foliage. The scent of each flower Elias Amell passed by tickled his nose. He wished he could identify which flowers they came from, hoping to hold onto the smell for a little longer, if only for the calm it brought him.
Pebbles crunched beneath his boots as he walked the winding trail, careful to avoid treading on any stray stem or petal, not wishing harm to anything in his path. Once he was certain that the foliage was safe, his gaze focused on the beautiful sight in front of him. A petite auburn haired woman stood in the center of the garden, face tilted towards the statue of Andraste as it towered over her, the familiar white flowers of Andrasteās Grace surrounding the base, still clinging to the early morning dew.Ā
Leda Surana, the Grey Warden Commander of Ferelden. Former apprentice of the Circle of Magi, the Hero of Ferelden, but only one title mattered to him.
That would be āthe love of his lifeā.
She didnāt speak when he stepped up beside her, amber eyes curiously studying the prophet in all of her glory, crowned in sunlight and surrounded by blooms.
Leda tucked a strand of hair behind a pointed ear, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, a playful tilt to her full lips. āIsnāt it bad luck to see the bride before the wedding?ā
A responding smile came immediately to his face. Because bad luck or no, it was worth it to see Leda standing in the Thedosian sun, flowers strewn through her hair, each braid as intricate as the last, waves of copper reaching her waist. Elias had to stop himself from reaching out and running his fingers through them, knowing heād ruin her hair before they even made it to the chapel.Ā
āBad luck for whom?Ā Me?ā Slipping his hands around her waist, his fingers twisted into the ivory fabric bunched at her hips, and he counted each bead and ribbon by touch alone. āIāll take whatever bad luck the Maker decides I deserve if it means I spend the rest of my life with you.ā
Leda laughed breathlessly, turning in his arms so she faced him fully, eyes shining in the afternoon sun, like flawless amber in the palms of his hands. āYou donāt have woo me anymore, Eli.ā
Elias brushed a hand upwards, over her bodice where more of the beading and ribbons were stitched in, across her collarbone where a dainty pendant sat between her breasts, before he gently gripped the point of her chin, his thumb brushing softly against the skin there.
āIāll never stop trying to woo you. Not when you deserve more.āĀ
Leda let out a happy sigh as Elias leaned forward, lips pressing to her forehead in a kiss, soft and sweet. In a few short hours, sheād be his wife, though the Chantry ceremony meant little when theyād already been to hell and back for each other. Nothing formed a bond as deep and as binding as fighting beside one another, keeping each other safe and whole, keeping hope alive even amidst the horrors of the darkspawn army.
There were days when he missed traveling across Ferelden, trudging through mud and rain, sitting around a campfire with friends, sleeping under the stars with Leda in his arms. They were safer now, the blight quelled and the darkspawn ran back underground, and there were less meetings with the nobility, less training sessions with warden recruits, less responsibilities to attend to on a daily basis.
But no matter what came in the future: more blights, more kings, more battles⦠he would do it at Ledaās side.
She wrapped her fingers around his hand, waiting for him to pull back from the kiss so their eyes could meet again. A smile spread across her face, a smirk that spelled trouble for him just as much as it spoke volumes of her affection for him.
āI have more, Eli. I haveĀ you.ā
Leda shifted forward, pressing her face into his shirt as she hugged him, her body fitting perfectly against his as they stood among the gardens, among the sun shining and the birds singing, the promise of forever closer with every minute passed. Elias counted this moment among the best days. Because everything was better with Leda.
to close this round of commission posts, have some sweet Solas x Ada Lavellan fade kisses for @amadryas!
I wanted to channel some elements from the original tarot card of Solas with the background, but in my style!
Thanks for the commission, this was absolutely lovely to draw from start to finish :D