“It’s Admiral now, sweet thing.”
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
The Stonewall Inn
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“It’s Admiral now, sweet thing.”
Captain’s desk appreciation post Thanks for the request @lontrain! I can do Shali in another post if you care for, just let me know.
tiddie freckles
number 10 with isabela and fem!hawke? c:
I could draw this forever I swear
I’m sorry but ‘Bela didn’t allow any more clothes on her Champion
Hawke’s lifting and touching the booty ( ᐛ )و Aka render still that won’t make in into the animation cause I redid that like twice already.
I’m a wanderess
I’m a one night stand
Don’t belong to no city
Don’t belong to no man
I’m the violence in the pouring rain
I’m a hurricane
“It’s just easier this way…”
The best thrills in Hightown
admiral floofyhair
all of my current WIPs will take some time so i’ll do some quicker sketches to pad the wait. First up is Isabela!
In celebration of today <3 #wifegoals
H is for Hawke
those cute wavy strands around josie’s face made me want to draw her with disheveled hair
He is not a bad person for not being in love with me anymore. To say it out loud. To mean it. To know it, true as a toothache. To remember how badly I wanted to have it back, your love. How hard I fought. But in the end, how even I knew. Like how trees know to let go of their leaves, that nothing can stop the winter.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “The End of It” (via quietbun)
Jean-Louis PAGUENAUD