The Art of Lunafeather

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More Rooks for my December Daily Sketch self challenge!!

Day 5: Jiji Aldwir, my NB Archer rogue and Bellara kisser

Day 6: Zinya de Riva, my friend's double daggers rogue

Day 7: Haakon Aldwir, @probably-not-exar-kun 's Emmrich kissing Certified Dumbass™

Day 8: Lucrezia Mercar, @lordzwiebelback 's Emmrich kissing Mage

If you'd like a sketch of your Rook (or Inquisitor/Hawke/Warden/Tav/Durge) please send me refs and I'll see what I can do ☺️ I'll be sketching one a day

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I refuse to accept the shorty erasure Bioware is trying to foist on Nevemancers 😤

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☀️ Morning Trouble ☀️

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Decided I needed a challenge to force myself to not get so absorbed in single large pieces, so I'm attempting to do 1 small sketch a day.

I would love to draw your Rook! But I'd also love to draw your Inquisitor, Hawke, or Warden! If you would like a little sketch of your DA OC (or even BG3!) please feel free to send me some screenshots/refs and I'll do what I can! I will most likely post in 4 image dumps :)

Characters pictured above:

Neve Gallus, detective, Queen of my heart

Melody Mercar, Shadow Dragon 2H Warrior

Knuckles, Durge Rogue

Veryl Aldwir, Veil Jumper Dagger Rogue

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Please take a moment to appreciate how fucking hard Neve's room at the Lighthouse is to draw 🥲 a WIP that involves putting in an actual bed that she and Rook can share, because they are too fucking old to be fucking on a chaise lounge and/or cot let alone SLEEPING on them fro cripes sake

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Cassandra's gonna be so pissed, you guys

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Finished this piece the night before DAV releases but forgot to share here! Napping Solas 💜

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Here have some Veilguard companion kisses that I drew on the plane

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I'm gonna wife her up so bad you guys

Feat. Naz, who will likely be my first Rook 😌

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本の虫 - Bookworm

Inspiration under the cut ~

Redraw of one of my favorite Sailor Moon manga artworks. Ami and Cassandra have little in common outside of their love of books, but it felt like a perfect scene to feature Cass in ^_^

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Come What May?

Come What May.

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Ghibli style portrait commission for a friend of his cursed DnD character, Ferolt. Shitty hand stitched heart for his in game gf included 💜

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Varric lifted his hand to her face and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb along the sharp jut of her jaw. “Be safe out there, alright?” His words were as soft as his caress, and full of meaning.

Cassandra’s mouth fell slightly open, and the blush that now spread from nose to cheeks to ears to neck was irrefutable. They hung there for a moment, still and breathless, the unlikely pair locked in their dance.

Varric began to pull his hand away when Cassandra suddenly lurched forward, twisting her fingers into the front of his half open tunic and hauling him up onto his toes. The crush of her lips against his swallowed the sound of his surprise. He remained frozen for a split second before he kissed her back, the hand on her jaw sliding up into her hair, his other wrapping firmly around her hip.

(Read the rest of this micro fic here)

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the thing about Cassandra and Varric is that they are just SO GOOD, SO CHOICE, SO 👀🥺😳 because like…they hate each others guts, they have so much in common, they’re both the family renegade, they both lost their only brother, they both have grand, outsized public personas that eclipse the people they actually are, brave and stubborn and loyal to a fault, they would very probably - with little sentiment and hardly a second thought - die for each other, but lock them in a room together and you’d return to an icy silence at best, they won’t give each other a single goddamn inch, after their biggest fight both of them will apologise to YOU the Inquisitor and admit they were at least partly wrong but they both point-blank refuse to talk to each other, but Cassandra WILL speak to you earnestly and gently about Varric’s faith and his virtuous heart, and Varric WILL write an entire NOVEL just…for a joke…for the lulz… as if writing an entire smooshily romantic smutty romance novel is an absolutely normal amount of effort to put into a Jape™ for someone who hates you, because of COURSE they hate each other, Varric even tells Dorian outright that just because two people don’t get along doesn’t mean they’re going to kiss, not like in his books, but the thing is his books are EVERYTHING because he believes in stories and so does Cassandra, it’s how they met after all, they’re both romantics, idealists, people who care so much about the world and everyone in it, people who believe deep down in sunsets and roses and happy endings and heroes, she dragged him halfway across the world because she believed he could help and he stayed because he wanted to believe it too, she loves his books but she can’t stand HIM of course she can’t, she’s a Seeker of Truth and he’s a professional liar, and he’ll get along with just about anybody, embrace the rogues and reprobates of the world with open arms but not HER, she expects too little of him and demands too much, she’s got a stick up her ass except when she doesn’t and he takes nothing seriously except when he does, but no they’ll just keep sniping and bickering like an old married couple and fighting side by side as the world falls apart around them, looking everywhere with eyes wide open except at each other

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Per'nah Lavellan

✅ Artificer Archer Rogue

✅ History Buff & Devout Believer in the Elven Gods

✅ Ass Grabbed and Heart Broken by one of said Gods

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We are still in the Denial stage of grief 🫡

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They stare at each other for a long, breathless moment, panting with the effort of battle, that connection and gratitude between them sizzling with life. When the cheers of victory erupt from the Southlanders by the tavern, their gaze breaks, and Bronwyn drops the sword dripping with black blood and holds her hands out to Arondir to help him to his feet. He’s lighter than she expects, defying the impressive curve of his muscles, but it still takes effort to lift him, as exhausted as he is. Once standing, he sways towards her and she worries he will fall again – but instead he wraps her up in his arms, a hand curling into her hair, surrounding her with his warmth and strength and the scent of him, pine and sandalwood and new growth pushing through the rancid smell of orc blood.

It takes but only a second for Bronwyn to cling to him, the nails of one hand digging into his arm, her other hand scrabbling for purchase against the smooth, carved surface of his armor until her fingers curl around the neck of it, pulling him down into her body. She breathes him in, eyes closing, the cries from the Southlanders and the scent and stickiness covering them both fading as peace washes over her.