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Still working on that lineup of my Dragon Age protagonists and their LIs. 👑✨
two old man doing the mistletoe challenge 😘
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Happy Holidays!!
"Whatever awaits us, my lady, I know only one thing--I would never have you face it alone."
Trying to learn some new sketching styles (and forcing myself not to render) - what better way than to draw some friend OCs!
left to right: Esfir Lavellan - @papayafig , Anjou Baskar - @exhausted-archivist , Cornelia Amell - @schwarznummer1 , Alexandra Trevelyan - @crowwowo , Ismeria Mercar - @megaeratheefury , Essenya Trevelyan - @cherriesforheaven <3
something something the inquisitor's hand becoming a holy symbol that people can't help but want to look at, to touch, to kiss like the rings of a king. nobles grasping at the inquisitor's wrist during the halamshiral ball, nails like claws. soldiers clasping hands with the inquisitor, hoping for just a glimpse of that holy protection to shine upon them before a battle. commoners dropping to their knees and pressing their faces against the inquisitor's palm for mercy, for protection, for vengeance. do you see it.
x of swords
betrayal. grief. failure.
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Do you ever think about the fervour and desperation with which Cassandra was searching for Hawke, and the Warden, and then propping up the Inquisitor as Herald?
Do you ever think about Cassandra searching for someone else to lead, someone else to carry that responsibility, someone else to become her saviour?
Do you ever think about the Inquisitor asking her why? Why did you do this to me? Why did you make me into this? What did I do that I deserve you doing this to me? And how dare you judge me? You who refused this weight and shoved it on my shoulders? You who were willing to sacrifice my humanity, but not yours? Did you think your faith was a gift? Did you think it was my duty? Did you think carrying you would be easy? That you were weightless?
