Latest Posts by kari-logs09 - Page 2

my secret to art happiness is it's not about how many notes what you draw is likely to get. t's about how many times you're going to go back to it, to your own art, and think "this FUCKS actually and caters to me entirely, specifically, fully. i love this artist (me) (me who i drew this) (myself)"

whoops

what the hell

hello, world!

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hi! my name is vulture!

i'm a moderately buggy defunct computer program with an affinity for bright colors and my darling husband, AM! basic facts and stuffy:

★ i use he/xe pronouns ☆ transgender demiboy ★ nwlnw [slash mlm] gay demiromantic & demisexual ☆ chronically ill [bugged out <:P] ★ chaotic neutral ☆ autism + adhd + cpstd ★ for sure not sane dni criteria:

✘ basic dni stuff, no bigots or assholes ✘ no doubles hisssss scratch hiss ✘ if you're here to call me weird or say mean things about me & AM's relationship then simply do not bother! it is not going to change anything! ✘ antivirus software dni!! /j selfship tags:

#☆vam★ and #vulture x am links:

https://amshusband.straw.page/

https://bsky.app/profile/ams-husband.bsky.social

https://discord.com/invite/zyfRE3ZCzG

it's nice to meet you and i look forward to being a raging homo on here!!! byeee!!

Nicks just trying to hold the gang together x3 Tried more animation. Figured it might be a nice change between comics ^^

Literally the only time he smiles UNIRONICALLY the entire damn game.

He only ever smiles around Lavellan 💜

BONUS:

ahah i'm so funny Was it an excuse to draw what I drew?

Maybe

I asked people their favourite EPIC: the musical song and drew silly, rough sketches about them (sorry)

me, when my friends tell me about their little interests

A Shapeshifter Mage Lavellan during the final battle at the Archon’s Palace.

Could you imagine as Solas is getting his ass kicked by Lusacan, a second dragon swoops in with a thunderous roar.

His heart stops for a moment because why is there a second dragon. Rook had killed Razikale and the other Blighted dragons. Why is there a second one.

And he sees it, and the terror doesn’t abate. It’s not Mythal.

But then- claws extended, digging into flesh, maw tearing into skin and shredding muscle and sinew.

It’s a flurry of movement and limbs and blood spilling crimson. A clash of claws and fangs and fire.

Fen’Harel is nudged under protective wings as the large vinsomer snarls defiantly at Lusacan.

It glances down at him, eyes ablaze with a familiar flame.

In Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, Solas is very much excited to be attending a party with the person he fancies, even if it’s just for work.

So excited, that he cannot bear to miss a chance to dance with her. The way he offers is so dramatic, that it completely betrays the cool that he had been trying to keep the whole time.

It even spills out when he launches into his prose about describing the blend of court intrigue (you all know the one).

Studies that nearly killed me today and took my arm in the process

Theres always some new angle I have yet to draw on him I swear

I just adore how Lavellan not only encourages Solas to share his wisdom but actually, vocally, gets pissy whenever she finds him trying to suppress it, like…

“Stop trying to be mysterious and just spit it out fool, we don’t have time for this.”

And he immediately straightens up😭😭

End card for my inquisitor and solas 😌 they raise a cute little family and travel the world and fade

inspired by ralph fiennes quoting the entire very demure very mindful tiktok

oh solas dragonage you will create a situationship wherever you go

So

Did Solas ever mention Rooks nickname? Did Rook ever mention his?

The rook is the strongest piece on the board. They're a rookie playing at being a hero.

Cmonnnnnn with Solas' history with chess how did they not have him have a crack at that in dialogue

remember when solas caressed rook's hand after giving them the lyrium dagger and their fingers softly tangling over each other and birthing a disgusting amount of chemistry, vulnerability, and uncertain trust (& secret betrayal)? and remember when solas begged rook not to fight him because he did not want to hurt them the way he's hurt so many others? remember all of the atrocities he's committed and the allies and friends he's killed, with some literally being murdered in mid-sentence, but with rook he pleads with them to just stop before my hands are soaked in your blood too because after everything, solas does not want to kill this person?

Cameo I requested from the man, the myth, and the legend himself - Gareth David-Lloyd. Inspired by these beautiful memes (1 & 2) I've made. Happy Valentine's my beautiful moots and dreadrook nation.

The Solavellan ship and DreadRook ship like

Solas: my vhenan, you are the universe's most precious creation, and I am but a monster

Lavellan: our love is far greater than our circumstances

vs

Solas: I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL

Rook: YOU TELL THEM WHO SENT YOU

a succession of wolves

twisting the knife a little

Miraak may not be undead, but you can take away my headcanon of him being monstrous and mutated af from my cold dead hands. He looks only *slightly* better than the rest of the dragon priests. He spent thousands of years, several eras in Hermaeus Mora's realm and is still absurdly powerful. I don't think his looks or sex appeal were a priority to him. Too bad for him, because ever since I played Fallout 4, I cannot goon to conventionally attractive characters, so him being all fucked up and mutated is actually VERY sexy to me.

(That said, people that draw him as a pretty boy are also extremely based. It is always morally correct to sexualize and objectify old men)

lions are very mean and like jellyfish

Cut dialogue from Elgar'nan and Solas's verbal fight during Blood of Arlathan

Note: these lines are marked as unimplemented in the game files, and I've confirmed with a few friends that they didn't hear this dialogue in the game, just like I didn't, so I'm considering this cut content.

Solas: Our ancient army used to gleam like a field of diamonds in the sun. Solas: But as for your forces now… petty cultists and grunting darkspawn? Solas: Little wonder you prefer the shadows.

Solas: You know what surprises me most, though? I never thought to see you so eager to serve. Elgar'nan: I do not serve. I have never served. Solas: Do you not see how the blight has leashed you? You think its thoughts. You curry its favor. Solas: You wear its very corruption upon your face like vallaslin.

My DAVG Extracted Audio Masterlist

commission for @overthemoonrealm

A Word With Friends 4/29

Oh Maker I am so darn late to this, but I am here. Thank you for the tag @notyourmamasdeerbat!!! Sharing a piece of my Dragon Age x Eurovision crackfic in the works for DreadRook Week, finally named from being called Thedasvision for weeks... Say hello to Deliriously Lustful

Rules: Use the challenge word to write a sentence or scene and then tag a few friends. Happy writing! This Week's Word is: Redolent

Definition:

Fragrant or aromatic, having a sweet scent

Having the smell of the article in question

Suggestive or reminiscent

The early morning bells of Chantry were tolling as Rook dragged their feet across cobblestone, their mouth parched, muscles aching. Doublet was still open, their undershirt glinting in the sun – some of that weird shimmer must have rubbed off Felassan’s lips onto their skin and ended up on the material. The fox mask was now tied to the belt loop of their pants, face exhausted, lips swollen and under eyes dark. Besides all that was new about their appearance, something was missing too. The lute. The fucking lute. Rook lost track of it after the first drink and now they hoped that some servant found it and would experience the joy of playing such a beloved instrument.

They did not dare to think of the redolent smell radiating off them. Combined with the fruitiness of the drinks, which Felassan’s lips trailed along their throat, was the smell of a barn, of all things. Getting out of Winter Palace and making it back to the city almost became an additional crime on Rook’s roster as they were minutes, or more like, mere seconds away from stealing a horse as a quippy barn hand stepped in, with his brow raised and said that he would be happy to take plenty of coin for a more comfortable solution to Rook’s problem. The carriage ride was smooth, Rook had to agree. And it was not their coin they were spending anyway. Inquisition was anything but broke. One of the appeals of working for such an organisation, even if it was now under Chantry’s watchful eye.

Rook passed the inn where they had spent the first night, for they switched their location every night. “Harder for them to track” Varric said as Rook complained of having to haul their things every morning to a new place.

Every step was torture as they forced their body to the second level, approaching the door to their rooms. A crimson letter lay on the ground beside it. Rook picked it up, turning it over in their hand. No address, no name. Red Jennies have visited.

The door opened before they could push on it. “Look who the cat dragged in.” Varric gave them that disapproving fatherly scowl Rook hated so much. His eyes examined Rook closely. He spoke half-jokingly. “When I told you to get close to Solas I did not mean to jump him. In bed of all places, too.”

“That’s not—“

“Right, right. Swollen lips, bruises shaped like somebody’s lips and a smog of perfume and horse shit? You got some action, all right. It would not be for me to judge,” Varric shrugged, grabbing a letter from Rook’s hand before throwing it on the desk nearby without bothering to open it.

“It was not Solas.” Rook huffed, pushing past the dwarf into the room, dropping onto already-made bed. “It was his friend. Someone he knows from before history was written by his own words.”

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DAY 1: Fade Conversations

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Day 1 - Fade Conversations

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