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I usually don't do that but... I reworked a very old drawing that I dearly love to print it as canvas for the upcoming conventions. It's an important drawing to my heart as it was one of the first "big" drawing I was able to draw after my long break. I was totally giving up drawing but Dragon Age appeared and... Well, here I am ! So sorry for posting it again but I hope you still like the reworked version ! And we all need a little more of Zevran in our world !

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Tumblr: "We've changed some things!" Me: "I see that.

Why."

[disappears again because drastic website changes annoy tf outta me]

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“Hey, I’m leaving,” Breyt’s hushed voice tried coaxing Lleol awake, but the friend was content sleeping in. He looked over the young man with limbs sprawled in all directions like a gangling cat, drooling on Breyt’s pillow snagged in the middle of the night. He couldn’t help smiling at himself, thankful. Freshly resurrected and just as quickly nearly burned alive by a familiar yet unfamiliar form. Breyt was only beginning to understand being an Aasimar, but to come back from death only to experience that pain…

Breyt sat himself gently on the bed. The others could wait a minute more. He brushed Lleol’s hair away from his eyes and spoke softly though the tenor of his voice made him barely audible, “I should be back soon. I hope to be. We can figure out the burning bullshit together, eh?” He tilted his head to the side and continued brushing through Lleol’s hair. “Stay here. Stay safe,” he bent over as steadily as he could manage and kissed Lleol’s temple, “Love you, brother.”

Breyt sat up gently then stopped when he heard an unintelligible groan from Lleol who shifted into a curl. Breyt smiled then turned to leave the room, determined to walk back through it after this next war.

~Updated: Been debating editing this drawing for a while now. After revisiting Breyt's document a few months ago I came across my description of Lleol and I've decided to make the appropriate changes to reflect that description instead. I also darkened Breyt to reflect their similarities better.

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“Hey, I’m leaving,” Breyt’s hushed voice tried coaxing Lleol awake, but the friend was content sleeping in. He looked over the young man with limbs sprawled in all directions like a gangling cat, drooling on Breyt’s pillow snagged in the middle of the night. He couldn’t help smiling at himself, thankful. Freshly resurrected and just as quickly nearly burned alive by a familiar yet unfamiliar form. Breyt was only beginning to understand being an Aasimar, but to come back from death only to experience that pain…

Breyt sat himself gently on the bed. The others could wait a minute more. He brushed Lleol’s hair away from his eyes and spoke softly though the tenor of his voice made him barely audible, “I should be back soon. I hope to be. We can figure out the burning bullshit together, eh?” He tilted his head to the side and continued brushing through Lleol’s hair. “Stay here. Stay safe,” he bent over as steadily as he could manage and kissed Lleol’s temple, “Love you, brother.”

Breyt sat up gently then stopped when he heard an unintelligible groan from Lleol who shifted into a curl. Breyt smiled then turned to leave the room, determined to walk back through it after this next war.

~Updated: Been debating editing this drawing for a while now. After revisiting Breyt's document a few months ago I came across my description of Lleol and I've decided to make the appropriate changes to reflect that description instead. I also darkened Breyt to reflect their similarities better.

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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

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Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈

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Hey anyone who reads, I have a poll for you!

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I saw this funky lil challenge thing and I knew I HAD to do it with Jimbo. Drawing him on-model was so difficult:’) but yes, I purposefully did not give his on-model version his brow-shadow. It’s Happy Jimbo Day!✨🌌

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Commissioned piece for MumblingElf of their DND oc!

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Something is weird with my profile now where I can't change the avatar and header images :/ Stuck in 2017 forever RIP lol!

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Because I haven't announced it here and it's important information for you all to know who don't follow me on twitter:

Clive Rosfield's waist.

Thank you. Carry on.

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First edit is sliced together with 4 different filtered images of the original which has only 2 glitch variation filters. Every time I think I like one more, I look at the other like, "but maybe..." Lol. Anyway, I had a lot of fun. I'm feeling the motivation coming back.

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First edit is sliced together with 4 different filtered images of the original which has only 2 glitch variation filters. Every time I think I like one more, I look at the other like, "but maybe..." Lol. Anyway, I had a lot of fun. I'm feeling the motivation coming back.

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REBLOG THIS TO GIVE THE PERSON YOU REBLOGGED THIS FROM A GOLD STAR BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN STELLAR TODAY AND THEY DESERVE IT ⭐️

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Please retire the "we are made of stardust" phrase I am so tired of it