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Love Begins
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Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
One Nice Bug Per Day
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trying to think of YCHs that I want to do in the future and so far I have this and one other idea, but still wanna think up of another. but I think a stuffie ver of ur oc would be cute :D
I like toying with the idea that when solas goes to remove lavellan’s vallaslin that lavellan panics and pulls away from him, causing solas’s magic to mishap and instead burn the markings off instead. lavellan having seen the hesitation in solas’s eyes even before he began the spell, his head flooding with thoughts of his clan and the night he received his vallaslin, homesickness and regret creating a knee jerk reaction. Solas filled with guilt immediately, but also some indignation that lavellan would actually want to keep the markings, takes a departure from the inquisition (much like when he went to mourn his spirit friend) and when he returns things are extremely tense between the two and they avoid each other as much as possible.
It’s definitely something I think I’d like to explore in the future more!!!
so i found out the pope died via animal jam
you will never believe how i found out charlie kirk died
it was a struggle picking the companions for this
pov: you put your ex’s arm in a jar to study
ive been sitting on this drawing for such a long time and was working on it on short intervals. i really liked the sketch but im not too tickled about the coloring :/ especially the windows. I did try some pastel brushes that I liked using tho, so there’s that?
He GIVES the best hugs, no past tense, I refuuuuse that, and I needed to see these hugs realized so, here, indulge 💖
He GIVES the best hugs!
'It's not too late to learn, Fenris'
THE WAIL THAT ROSE FROM MY DEPTHS
lil something for pride month before it ends <3
got the itch to revisit an old gemsoma :D
my purple diamond, they’re aloof and apathetic, and have sleep related powers. they have their own court too. if I remember correctly I made them a sapphire, an agate, a pearl, and a spinel. I think I’d like to revisit them in the future too
// I remember getting so excited after I made them bc an artist I looked up to made a doodle of them w/ their diamond !!!!!
Hes a kelpie :D
I really would love to do a cute little scenery drawing with Root for a screensaver, but I feel like everything im coming up with background wise is trash 🫠
so i found out the pope died via animal jam
im starting to find I like posting here more than instagram. just so much less stressful
they’re just standing there… MENACINGLY
Gave this artwork a bit of an update
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.