Doing A Solas Dreadwolf Form Redraw And Have This Lil Guy For Scale And

hey 😘

Hi Vincent

They will be the end of meee

I could not decide between these two poses last week so I sketch lined both of them! I am very bias to simple cuddles though I admit

109 years of torture is not enough, so I transformed AM into tumblr sexyman

I tried to adjust the style to this hazbinish, twink type

also this is a redraw of an art I did on my phone couple months ago and it may still me wandering somewhere in the vast internet sphere

Elimaê deserved to sucker punch Solas at Least Once😂

‘Into your dreams, into your sleep

Until you break, until you yield’

commission for @overthemoonrealm

“The Inquisitor is gone.”

Ellana Lavellan did not survive the fight with Corypheus, though she defeated her enemy and closed the Breach.

——

That cruel twist of fate, in the unnatural twist of her limbs. She was looking directly at him, her eyes open wide, her lips slightly parted like she had been surprised. "Ellana?" he said, voice cracking, dry, hopeful. Slowly he rose and walked cautiously down to where she lay, a hand extended before him in the decline. Her eyes did not move to meet him, she did not beg him to pull the slabs of stone off her, did not move or make a sound. She did not move or make a sound, and never would again. "…Ellana?" he asked again…

A Secret Chord, Chapter 1 - A Sullied Defeat

I’m still not over it

"Solas!"

"Yes, vhenan?"

"I had the most illuminating conversation with Iron Bull. You've got to hear this."

"Tell him I am sick of his poor attempts at warming me towards the qun."

"It is not about that, taren’din!"

Lavellan: *gets in Solas' lap and manages to whisper the most vile, unhinged smutty thing he has heard in the countless millenia of his existence*

Solas: *sweats profusely*