oh god. i just learned that you have to finish the art you’re making in order for it to be done
Terrible news for the art community 😔
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oh god. i just learned that you have to finish the art you’re making in order for it to be done
Terrible news for the art community 😔
"There is a place that waits for a force to hold it. There is a place where the Inquisition can build--grow. Skyhold."
3/3 of my postcards for @dragonageannual 2026! deeply pleased to have had the chance to make a card for this special place, the hole-filled non-osha compliant fortress of all time 🏰⚔️
Excuse my incredibly bare desktop lol The art looks pretty as a wallpaper as well as a postcard! I'm in love <3 Thank you @sketchytea for your gorgeous work
In the spirit of drawing people's HoF, here's @mul-tik's lovely Solona Amell :]
Here is my first and main HoF! His name is Gorrick Brosca ^^
My rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good-time boy. The amount of theft and forgery this man committed cannot be accurately described with words. He's a silver-tongued little sewer rat and I love him very dearly.
Guys, check your pockets.
I can't stop looking at him. Gah I love this so much! @mul-tik thank you again <3
@shapelytimber inspired me to try my hand at some pixel art of my own! It's certainly not as good as theirs but I had a lot of fun playing around with this.
Finally done rendering nap time
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 6
Katoh did write, frequently. His letters were often accompanied by little souvenirs - a shiny, iridescent rock he'd plucked from the ground in the Frostback Mountains, a set of silk handkerchiefs he'd bought in Orlais, fragrant bath salts and oils from Antiva, a colorful Rivaini scarf that Reth was secretly very enamored by.
His parents were torn. On one hand, it was incredibly distressing to have their firstborn so far away from home, engaged in dangerous mercenary work. On the other, there was pride to be had in knowing they raised an independent man who was now traveling through Thedas on his own.
My friends keep making me wanna store their art in my cheek pouch and skitter away
If I leave a note on your art post this is what I want you to picture. It's literally what I'm doing
I keep accidentally posting my drafts LIKE A FOOL. Time to switch to desktop for lore dumping i guess
Basic colors down. Now I just need to lock in and finish rendering them
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 5
Hissera and Reth joined their neighbors in repairing the village's razed buildings and destroyed fields while Katoh healed. Once the boy could stand on his feet again, insisting he could help, too, Reth decided he was well enough to train.
Katoh and Meraad were clumsy at first, strong and steady from farmwork but sorely lacking in speed and dexterity. Reth devoted hours of his every day to correcting this. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long to see results; his children were as talented as they were malleable, and took his lessons as the matter of life or death that they truly were.
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 4
The aftermath of the fight was beyond messy. The village's three chantry sisters and a refugee who knew the barest amount of poultice-making buzzed around the wounded, treating their injuries with harried looks and trembling hands. Hissera sat by Katoh's cot, stony faced, as her son had his belly sewn shut. Reth dared not approach, feeling, for the first time in his life, like he'd failed.
Meraad didn't approach her brother's bedside either. He suspected his daughter was still shaken from the fight; she was but ten years old. The most violence she'd been involved in before then was the scraps she and Katoh got into with the other village kids.
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 3
It was a dark, rainy night when the raid they'd predicted finally came. Hissera, once Tamassran, was quick to guide those who could not fight away from the fray. Reth, Katoh, their neighbors, and every refugee who could still hold a weapon banded together to fight a smaller, but much better-equipped and much more experienced group of slavers that sought to capture the fit and slay the rest.
The villagers had numbers. The Vints had trained infantrymen and mages; two of them. Even as the other slavers were felled, the mages remained. Their cursed magic froze people solid, shattering their bodies into bloody, icy shards, and immolated those unlucky enough to step onto their fire glyphs in an attempt to reach them.
Reth glimpsed death at their hands.
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 2
Reth took on mercenary work with other Tal-Vashot until he learned to speak the human language, strange and soft as it was. By then, Katoh was 4, and Hissera was pregnant again. With this newfound ability to communicate with others outside their own kind, the pair procured a small, decaying homestead in a new village further North. He quit the mercenary band; she gave birth to their second on the boat ride to their new home.
The new infant was Meraad, for the tempestuous tides that heralded her arrival. Katoh took to his new sister like a fish to water, always quietly holding the newborn in his small arms until she squirmed and cried to be fed. He looked after and fawned over her while his parents worked to get their overgrown plot of land back into passable shape. They did their best. Neither was a farmer.
Adaar Siblings Lore Post - Part 1
He, they called Karasaad. He had horns like a ram's, his skin a dark copper with spots where the sun hit him hardest. His duty was clear, his will unshakeable.
He was Karasaad.
She, they called Tamassran. Her hair was white as bone, her skin the color of hematite. With eagle yellow eyes, she observed and guided, as she was meant to. Her duty was clear, her will unshakeable.
She was Tamassran.
Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
Lameness is spice! Add a little, to taste.
How long is too long when you're making an OC lore post? I feel like what I have saved in my drafts is waaay over the line of how much people are willing to read