Oct 11, 2024
I just finished the confrontation with orin with my (resisting) durge and oh
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I just finished the confrontation with orin with my (resisting) durge and oh
Hey, skells speaking and I’m adding this post to pin it! This is a sideblog to my personal (@captainskells). There you’ll find aesthetic posts that I create with my own characters in mind as well as the muse pages that you see me reblog from time to time. If you feel that any of the resources there interest you (whether edits, gifsets or even pages), you’re free to reblog them.
Basically it’s just another type of resources that is available for you to have a look at if you want!
quick wip
Alright well I'm filtering most if not all tags related to Dragon Age since I don't want to know or see anything until the game is out. Please remember to tag your posts 🙏
Alright all, I've done a few studies in a very short amount of time so it's time that I take a break! That being said this was a lot of fun and I'll definitely do it again 8)
All the asks that I've been sent and haven't gone around to, I'm keeping in my drafts because there'll definitely be a next time ❤️
happy Easter 🐰🥚🩷💚🩵💛
happy easter for you too! ✨
wip someday
tagged by: @bodysnatch3r
tagging: ✨ steal it and tag me
this is a snippet a starter from my Inquisitor Lavellan
There was a sort of peace to be had in the centre of the storm. Not in the eye of it, but in the screaming that surrounded it. To know, so comfortably so, that you were nothing but another particle within it. There was nothing quite so grounding as knowing that you belonged to this world just as entirely as the torn cliffs. To exist as barely a glimpse of a distant light. Not part of a crowd of heartbeats, so to speak, but of pulses. Asharen, despite the fear, was growing comfortable in the deep unsettling roaring of a wind that knew nothing but a continuous, unending rage.
and also, a small work in progress portrait of said inquisitor with the inspo. that being said this drawing is so early in the progress it's not even really a wip yet lmao