#dav art

[an-established-butt-dent]

Dragon Age The Veilguard: Solas

Watercolour and coloured pencils on paper.

Available as print here.

[afflatuslux]

-- OBVIOUSLY NOT, YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT!

[eluvisen]

Commission for @theoriginalladya of the Viper!

commission info

[coffenya]

A postcard with young crows and a small plot for it Happy New Year to all!💛

- Illario, I already have six knives. Why do I need another one?

- You better explain to me why I need a scarf in Antiva?

- Well... for now that's all I understand.

- I also threw you some knitting needles, so don't whine. Happy New Year, brother!

- Happy New Year, Illari!

[pretzelknight]

this was part of a challenge I made for myself to practice drawing profiles. (Spoiler, I made it to 5 before I quit lol)

I haven’t played dragon age the Veilguard, I uh… just thought he looked neat XD. I worked in black and white to try simplifying it, but I ended up liking it a lot so I also made a version with color

[heavenlyeros]

opening comms for character portraits.

welcoming ocs, ttrpg charas, blorbos. £70. will be finished as a square or circle image (or both, if you desire) - perfect as a token, pfp, or game icon <3

(these are mine and beloved's rooks, affectionately nicknamed "crook" (an antivan crow) and "spook" (a mourn watcher). we are still determining best -ook nicknames for the other origins)

[crownleys]

Working on a little bit of Davrook!

[officialnostradamus]

WIP Wednesday

Almost missed the mark...also have to be super honest. I've not written enough on the latest chapter of Falling Fearless because I went back to work (gross) but I also was drawing a little. So here's a brief snippet of a (much) later chapter (relevant) for the story WIP:

Falling Fearless | EmmRook | M/M | Eventual E

Rook still lay his head in the crook of Emmrich’s neck and Emmrich wove their fingers together, tracing the outline of his borrowed rings. The fire crackled, a fresh log had been deemed necessary in their rearrangement, and Rook could only be grateful for how it warmed their bare skin.  “What’s this one?” He asked, voice still languid and unrecovered. When Emmrich made a curious noise, he continued. “The ring with the braided details. What’s the history?”  Emmrich lifted his hand, examining, though Rook had no doubt he knew exactly which one it was. Especially when he took the chance to kiss Rook’s knuckles once more.

AND here's a WIP of what else I've been working on. Whose hand could he POSSIBLY be kissing? 👀

Much love & goodnight.