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🇯🇵solavellan My English and thoughts are terrible.

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That awful slump I had the other day, the one that had me feeling pretty pathetic, may actually have been because I was drawing with a brush I don’t normally use.

As someone who’s put a fair amount of effort into practicing, that’s honestly pretty discouraging to realize… But I feel like I got a little of my groove back after switching to my usual brush, so I want to reset and keep going.

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2026/8/15 Today's drawing.

Tumblr keeps hiding some of my posts even when they’re not particularly explicit, so I’ve been posting those on Twitter and Bluesky instead. 😢

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2026/8/14 Today's drawing.

I really, really seem to be having an off day today, so I think I’ll stop here for now… 😢 I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately.

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2026/8/13 Today's drawing.

A few sleepy frames from Uisce's camera roll. 🎞️

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“You’re perfect exactly as you are.”

I really love this line from Solas. (Though I choose to remove the vallaslin every single time.)

I’ve always loved imagining all sorts of things without rewriting canon, and this line only made that approach even stronger for me.

That said, I know it’s easy to end up with my own version of Solas in my head without even realizing it, so I try to replay the game every now and then to reset myself.

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2026/8/12 Today's drawing.

I went to a museum for the first time in ages and came back feeling so refreshed! ✨

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2026/8/11 Today's drawing.

Back in my usual “I love Solas but somehow I’m terrible at drawing Solas” phase, so I only did studies today.

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This is the last picture in this series about the Dalish gods. And I've finished my three-color Inktober.

I wanted the image to feel like a fresco. (This statement is also true of the previous picture.)

And the last picture is, of course, the story of the dread wolf and his heart.

One day, Fen'Harel met his heart. And since then, he who hunts alone has never been alone again.

And at the Dalish camp, they now erect two wolf statues, always facing each other.

But this isn't the last picture I'll draw about the wolf and his heart.)

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On Sunday evening it will be evening of reposts. Today It's a time for love and kisses.

I have a bit of an obsession with two wolves. And it is very important how wolves take care of each other.

And I like to paint tenderness and romance. And hints. And tender, long looks.

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Continuing to experiment with gold and a limited color palette.

Solas is painting a fresco.

The fresco is a picture I showed earlier: it's a story about a dread wolf and his heart. It's about how, that who hunt alone are never alone again.

This happens after Dragon Age Veilguard. He painted their house in Fade with frescoes.

Link to a post with a picture of the fresco.

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On Sunday evening it will be evening of reposts. This is Solas drawing the previous picture. .

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Solas is painting a fresco . The fresco is called "She Who Holds the Wolf's Heart." (I couldn't translate it into Elvish.)

Solas is painting a mural on the Lighthouse, pining for Vhenan. The story takes place between Dragon Age Inquisition and Dragon Age Veilguard.

I wanted to show that Lavellan not only holds Fen'Harel's heart, but is also bound by her love to him and bound his love.

P.S. It's also uncomfortable to paint in armor. Painting is usually done in comfortable clothes that you don't mind getting dirty.

P. S. S. With the role of Lavelan my Theneras Lavellan

The fragment is larger.

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On Sunday evening it will be evening of reposts. 🖤 Solavellan 🖤

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*cough*

Underfoot Chapter 25 is up now

Here's an excerpt for my lovelies

“You truly do not see yourself?” He looked her up and down. “It is your confidence that I have always admired. The surety of which you know yourself and yet here you are contradicting that?” The familiar furrow between his eyebrows appeared. “Foolish woman, do you not know that there can be no other as lovely as you in my eyes?”

She flushed, embarrassed.

“You are…” Solas released her nape to take her hand and intertwine their fingers before bringing them up to press kisses to her fingertips. His amethyst eyes shone with many emotions as he nuzzled across the edge of her index finger. “You are everything.”

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2026/8/10 Today's drawing.

One of the 10,000 little stories I still haven’t found a shape for.

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🐰bunny ahead🐰

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2026/8/9 Today's drawing.

Bunny Day, as is tradition 🐰 (A little late this year because of Kiss Week.)

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Two lost elves.

᥉᥆ᥣᥲ᥉ ᥊ ᥣᥱіᥣᥲһ

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2026/8/8 Today's drawing.

Kiss Week is over, so they’re just chilling now. 😌

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A kiss to make it better.

𝚂᥆ᥣᥲ᥉ ᥊ ᥣᥱіᥣᥲһ

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𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒙 𝑳𝒆𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒉

The execution was hours past, Leilah had disappeared after executing Erimond with her own hands. She had vehemently refused the offer of the commander to let him do it. "I passed the judgment, it should be my own hands that are covered in the blood of my decisions."

Whether the cause of her disappearance had been the execution itself, the sick cheering of the crowd gathered to watch the gruesome spectacle or something else entirely, the absence of her was all too noticeable, if only by him. He followed the pull of his magic that now resided within her—its resonance changed and yet still humming in tune with his own.

The heavy snowfall had left massive drifts over the courtyard below, though it had died down, small flakes still fluttered softly to the ground. The snow crunched under his feet as he followed the thread.

Solas found her there, small frame hidden behind the well, her body trembled from the freezing weather. He sat next to her drawing her under his cloak.

Silence settled around them like a blanket until finally his gentle voice filled it.

"You bestowed upon him a far kinder fate than he deserved, Vhenan. It was swift and painless." Her 'mm' was almost inaudible, had he not had her tucked into his side, desperately attempting to warm her with body and magic, he may not have heard it at all. "Come, let us get you inside, my heart. It is far too cold and you are freezing, let me help you to your quarters."