May 8, 2019
GAZE UPON THE MAGNIFICENCE THAT IS SAMMEN DRAWN BY @star--nymph AND KNOW YOUR DASH HAS BEEN TRUELY BLESSED THIS DAY.
(Also go commission her)
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GAZE UPON THE MAGNIFICENCE THAT IS SAMMEN DRAWN BY @star--nymph AND KNOW YOUR DASH HAS BEEN TRUELY BLESSED THIS DAY.
(Also go commission her)
When your best friend since you were 12 embarrasses you in front of your Inquisition.
Having scene transition problems have a pencil sketch of Sammen.
Sammen means "together" in Norwegian, in case you didn't know it! 😊
Neat! It’s a riff on Samwise, and while I didn’t know that, I bet Tolkien did♥
“Betcha his vallaslin’s on his ass because he is a butthead.”
-Sammen about Solas, probably at some point.
Prompt from @bearly-tolerable: Sammen with a flower crown
Sammen and his flower crown ready to be cast as Oberon and turn all your actors into donkeyheads.
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Chapter 19: The Line Between Thinking and Doing
Read on AO3
Excerpt: Sammen was shaken from his thoughts in the absence of snoring. Mr. Alberts was awake and shuffling about in his cot, managing a seated position. Sammen rose from the hearth and helped his da dress for the day. Mr. Alberts insisted on wearing his best suit, he didn’t often leave the shack as it was difficult for him to get around on his own and he moved slowly, so the walk from their home to Shianni’s was something of a special occasion. Mr. Alberts had stayed up late, polishing his black hawthorn walking canes as dark and knobbly as Mr. Albert’s own fingers, until they gleamed in the firelight.
Mr. Alberts gripped a cane in each hand and took a practice run around the shack, grinning a smile that still charmed at Sammen as he made it to his fireside chair under his own power.
“Don’t wear yourself out before Shianni comes, da.” Sammen shook his head and began folding the blankets, “Wouldn’t want all that preparation to go to waste.”
Mr. Alberts responded by sticking out his tongue and blowing a raspberry at his own son before busying himself with making morning tea.