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THREE OF SWORDS

Though their time in Orzammar was brief, Alistair saw how it wore on Felicia. She was always dressed in red, as though betrayal had stained her that shade, the blood of her family etching itself into her hands deeper than any scar. She endured the abuses hurled at her with dignity and grace he did not know she possessed, every inch of her the diplomat and monarch she had once been destined to be.

Unflinching, she endured them all, merely taking his hand when the day became too much for her, allowing him to lead her back to their rooms so she could mourn in peace.

Still avoiding my work.

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Check out the nifty thing I did for a school project.

I’m in love with the head. It’s beautiful.

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Screwin around avoiding my coding again.

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A completed headshot for @mimsymassacre of her Chasind Death Mage, Niside.

Thank you so much for the commission!!

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Sene Lavellan, in stained glass. SUCH a unique aesthetic. Commission from the amazing @5ftgarden. Commission this lovely artist!

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I commissioned the wonderful @5ftgarden to draw my Inquisitor, Liatris Lavellan, in a stained glass style. This is so beautiful and I am so happy

Please go commission her if you can and help out an artist going through a rough patch! 

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EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

Things have very suddenly taken a steep nosedive, so i’m opening up emergency commissions.

I am a pretty chill human who will draw almost anything with a few exceptions. I will not do anything pedophillic, racist, transphobic, biphobic, homophobic, etc. If it could be construed as severely phobic of something, I’m not drawing it. But in terms of ships, I’m game for anything, and will be happy to provide you with NSFW images.

DIGITAL WORK

(The following are done at 300ppi, on  a 8.5x11 inch canvas)

An Original JTroArt 10 Minute Sketch: $1. As cheap as it gets, quick return, tends to end up ridiculous.

Headshot: Flat shaded, $5. Additional characters are $3 each. Fully shaded, $8, additional characters are $5 each.

Half-Body Shot: Flat shaded $10, additional characters are $5 each. Fully shaded $15, additional characters are $8 each.

Stained Glass: $10, additional characters are $5 each.

Full body shot: Flat shaded $20, additional characters are $8 each. Fully shaded $25, additional characters $10 each.

(Created at 600ppi, full rendered on an 11x17 canvas)

Portrait: $30. Please provide reference shots of any OCs, or a very detailed description.

Tarot Card: $50 for individual OCs, +10 for any additional character.

Non Fandom or OC related creations: Please contact me at jtroartz@gmail.com for pricing. (This includes graphic sheet music interpretations, and graphic design work)

TRADITIONAL WORK:

Shrink-plastic accessories: $1.50-$10, depending on complexity. Charms start at $1.50, Keychains start at $3, rearview mirror dangles go for $10.

Please contact me with any traditional media inquiries. I have the ability to work in scratchboard, screen printing, watercolor, ink, and graphite. All prices will be determined by size and complexity of the work.

I would also like to encourage people to head over to my Redbubble where I have a lot of way cool awesome abstract photography, and graphic music interpretations for sale on basically anything you want. Other examples of my design work and my traditional media can be found on my website here.

Should you commission me, I will keep you updated every time a signifigant amount of progress is made. This can be achieved through email or tumblr chat, and I will leave that choice up to you. Payments will be made through Paypal. Any items that are shipped will be posted first class USPS, and you will be provided with a tracking number.

All of the proceeds will go towards keeping my tiny family’s head above water.

More information about why I’m doing this is under the cut. Even more information is available if you PM me.

Even if you can’t help out yourself, good thoughts and feelings go a long way, and signal boosting helps a lot! Thank you so much for any support you can give, even if it’s just positive vibes.

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@fairymelt remember how I said I’d do the thing? I did a thing.

Little huntress, mighty queen Lily of our mountain home Silent watch o’er stones you keep No matter how e’er far you roam.

Valiant maiden, guard your home The shadows know just who to fear Let your arrows drive them back We are strong, now you are here

Fleet foot archer of the grounds, Up on walls she keeps with care Bravest girl we know and love Stands our favored Lily fair.

Valiant maiden, guard your home The shadows know just who to fear Let your arrows drive them back We are safe now you are here

Hush my darling, go to sleep These hallowed walls, my love will keep, Rooted deep within my heart Close your eyes and do not weep.

Valiant maiden, safe at home The shadows cannot reach you dear, Those who care are at your side. You are loved, and I am here

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so i made one of those palette challenge things?? send me a character+a palette name and i’ll draw them in that palette yo.

also feel free to reblog this for ur followers to challenge u

all palettes courtesy of @color-palettes

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Sexy Hawke pinup? I am so finishing this later on my computer.

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Number 23 for le prompts [fenhawke]?? Please and thank you (i know I'm a new follower but I really like your writing from what I've seen thus far) ♡♡

Thank you so much for the wonderful comment, I’m glad you’re enjoy it!  New follower, shmew follower, I like getting prompts from anyone (even anons, for anyone who’s too nervous, or too anxious. I totally get it.) I hope this fits the bill nicely.

#23 Is That My Shirt?FemHawke/Fenris

The disgusted noise that ripped from her throat echoed around the cavern, followed by a sickening squelch.

“Ugh, I feel violated!” Hawke groaned, lifting her arms away from her sides, shaking the viscous spider goo off of them. “Why do I always manage to get the juicy ones?”

“You could try not going after the largest ones,” Fenris snickered. “Be glad it was the last one.”

“That doesn’t make it any better! I’m soaked!”

She was indeed utterly sodden. Walking very gingerly towards the mouth of the cave, she turned back and stuck her tongue out at him in an incredibly childish manner. He laughed as her eyes went wide and her tongue shot back into her mouth, gagging.

“Maker’s balls, I think I got some in my mouth,” she choked, spitting on the floor. “I am never going spider hunting with you again!”

“Yes you will.”

She winced as something audibly dripped; shivering and squirming as whatever had fallen made its way down her back.

“I. Am going. To go bathe,” she said, her voice cracking with disgust. “You… ugh, just set up the camp.”

He laughed loudly as she made her retreat, following her slowly from the cave watching her dash towards the shoreline, a trail of pieces of armor marking her path. There was a loud splash, a shriek, and then silence filled only with the hurried breaths of someone who wasn’t expecting the water to be quite so icy.

Dropping her pack by the waters edge, he approached her, shaking his head in amusement as she shivered, teeth set chattering by the breeze, her sodden clothes plastered against her skin.

“Cold?”

“Fuck yes,” she hissed, wading out farther until she was treading water.

“Serves you right.”

“Serves you right,” she repeated in a mocking voice. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She glared at him, trying to hide a smile as she sank lower into the water, scrubbing at her skin, waves carrying away the slimy evidence of the battle.

“Dinner will be ready when you get back, he said with a smile, walking back towards the higher outcrop which offered some shelter from the stiff winds and the tide that was bound to come in within the hour.

She watched his retreating back, shivering as the wind picked up again, calling after him: “Make it something warm!” Goosebumps appeared over her arms as she crawled out of the water, digging into the pack, eyes lighting up with a wicked grin as she realized his mistake.

Half an hour later she reappeared, hair damp, skin flushed pink from the rough texture of sand, clean dry clothes hanging loosely off her body, the black tunic she had on flaring out from her hips and ending a scandalous distance above her knees. Fenris’ eyebrows rose as he audited the fabric.

“Hawke, is that my shirt?”

She looked at him, eyes snapping with amusement. “Not anymore.” She snagged the piece of bread he had been eating out of his hand, dropped the pack she had carried up with her next to him, and walked away, giggling.

“Where did you get that?”

“Well, certainly not my pack,” she called back, settling down on the bedroll he had laid out for her. He frowned and grabbed the bag she had dropped, scowling as he recognized his belongings.

“Hawke, give it back.”

She shot him a smile that would have been better suited for a desire demon, and let out a tiny demure sigh, shaking her head. “If you insist.”

Fingers stretched out towards the hem, and suddenly there was just a little to much skin, and Fenris’ cheeks burned. Turning quickly, he shut his eyes tight, his ears ringing with her laugh.

“You may keep it. For now.”

“Are you sure? Because wait until you see what I have on under–”

“Hawke.”

“Ugh, fine. It is safe to look, you know,” she laughed. He turned back to see that she had pulled on some of her own trousers, covering up the delicate pale skin of her legs, which he now knew were etched with the patterns of long healed scars.

“Festis bei umo canavarum,” he muttered under his breath, jumping when she laughed loudly from her bedroll, leaning back in a languid arch that was unusually sensual for her.

“Only if you let me, Fenris.”

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FenHawke 39 for the writings prompts if you have time~ (◕ᴗ◕✿) thank you dear!

Oh my gosh thank you so much! ^_^ I hope you enjoy it!

#39 “All I Want Is You”Circinae Hawke/Fenris

Cold winds blew hard through the winding streets of Lowtown, cutting through coats and cloaks as snow scoured faces and reddened cheeks and noses; but inside the Hanged Man, Varric’s room was warm and cheery, friend and rival alike sitting around the roaring fire tossing cards, coin, and drink in equal portions.

Circinae sat as always, draped across the laps of one of her friends -tonight she seemed to have taken up residence on Isabela’s lap, the Rivaini running fingers through her long hair and whispering in her ear. Fenris fidgeted with the worn red ribbon around his wrist, scowling at his hand of cards. It seemed that both fortune and Hawke were not favoring him tonight.

Her sparkling laugh split through the room, hand reaching up to cover her mouth as she whispered something back to Isabela, cheeks flushed in excitement, eerily bright eyes snapping as she slid off the pirate’s lap, moving over to the tapped keg they had been sharing through the night.

Something Varric said distracted him, and he turned towards the dwarf, losing sight of her. As he turned back toward the table, he saw Isabela’s amused pout, and felt a cold hand slide over his shoulder, strong fingers tracing carefully memorized lines over his shirt.

“Can I?” she asked, voice low and purring from the intoxication, the smell of the honey she always added to the cheap ale to make it palatable subtle on her breath. He nodded mutely and she slipped onto his lap, burying her head into his neck with a contented sigh.

“What about Bela?” he chuckled quietly, grinning and shifting her slightly into a more comfortable position.

“She’s not you. Right now, I just want you,” she purred, one of her hands moving to his cheek in a sweeping, unsteady motion that showed just how drunk she had gotten. “Even when it’s not you, all I want is you.”

He let out a short laugh and she giggled, one hand moving down his chest and the other wrapping around his shoulders. Her touch relaxed him, fingers moving over the skin of his neck, nails creeping into his hair and drawing senseless patterns over his scalp. With knees tucked around his legs, her breathing eased as the hour drew on, hand falling out behind them as she fell asleep. He had long ago stopped playing, letting his arms fall comfortably around her slumbering body, head dipping lower and lower until he too fell asleep, his forehead resting against hers.

“Should we wake them?” Isabela asked Varric, ushering Anders and Merrill out of the room, glancing back pointedly at the slumbering couple.

“Nah, leave them be, Rivaini,” Varric replied, smiling. “Leave them be.”

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Sera’s new offerings for the Inquisition!

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Sketchin Cassandra over my break.

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Lyrium Overdose (© JTroArt 2016)

Quick sketchy animation from my fic Captain Of My Soul, where an assassin laces Grace’s lyrium potions with traces of magebane, leading to her third near death experience since joining the Inquisition.

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