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codeword-cheesecake · 3 years

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Dragon Age comics

Halla | The Artifact | Cultural Divide

Mass Effect Comics

“Fist-fight” | Diplomacy | Downtime | The Gala

yeah the Citadel DLC was great but where were the pretty dresses???? chekmaté

set in me1. went very much out of my comfort zone on all levels with this one

this thing has been on the back burner for three months and that’s way too long for me to look at one project and feel confident with it. ultimately decided to finish it just to feel some sort of accomplishment, hence the rushed shading and overall rendering

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codeword-cheesecake · 3 years

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- I don’t want you to die, V…

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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(Insp)

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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The dread wolf rises

I still tremble at his voice. If Solas corrupted by the red lyrium… no, I better not thinking about it

deviantart | twitter | ko-fi

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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remember that one comic i did and said how it was the biggest commission i had ever got? yeah, scratch that because THIS ONE is the biggest one now! i’ve enjoyed every second of doing it and i must thank @misspotatino at least a milion times for giving me this opportunity! <3

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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Here’s the short comic I was working on last year and never finished. This was actually a four-handed work with @onone-san for script and storytelling. Read more for additional info on the thing!

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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young Abelas

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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Death speaks but little

Pairing: Winter Soldier & Reader Words: 1028 Prompt/Warnings: “Don’t start what you can’t finish.” / Canon-typical violence. A/N: Written for extended Drunk Drabbles with @the-ss-horniest-book-club from the above anon prompt! Got a little long, big surprise :) Thanks for reading!

There’s blood on the floor.

Blood on your shoe, too. And your jacket. And your pants, and your vest, and trickling down from your nose, and flying through the air as one last shove hurls you ten feet away.

A tear tracks down your cheek.

You struggle to your knees, one hand flat on the concrete and the other clutching your oozing belly. Your best weapons are all gone; all that’s left is a dagger against your spine.

Light footfalls approach, and your head drops, your eyes sliding shut.

Is there a point to pulling the dagger out?

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codeword-cheesecake · 4 years

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