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Scene from my Dragon Age FanComic and FanFic "Whispers of The Past" Collaboration with the amazing @ollypopwrites Please take a read on her AO3!! She has helped me create Dahlia Ingellvar's backstory, and her writing is AMAZING!

I commissioned the amazing @yelenhol for this 2 page comic! I will be framing this. You are amazing!! 💚💚💚

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WiP Wednesday A Marriage of Convenience: Chapter IX

"What are you feeling right now?" He needed to figure out what specific thing was causing her to shut down. "So small…" she gasped between ragged breaths, "Can't look up. Gonna fall." He was perplexed. 'Fall?' The hill wasn't too steep, even stumbling would not cause one to tumble too much. What did she mean? And what was that about not looking up? There was nothing dangerous above them, just wide open sky….oh. He cursed himself for his stupidity. He hadn't taken into account on how the sky would effect a person who had known nothing but a comforting solidness of stone above their head. He'd heard of dwarves, newly exiled from Orzammar suffering from something similar, feeling that without the stone above, they were cut off from the stone below, they were at the whim of forces beyond their control. "Zea," he spoke calmly as he could, speaking as he wished to be spoken to when he had one of his episodes, "I would like you to do something for me, it may help." He offered his hand to her. "I would like you to hold onto me. I promise you that it will help you ground yourself." Her head moved up minutely, just enough for her to see the glint of his rings, and yet she made no move. In fact, her breathing became even more ragged and erratic. If he didn't do something soon, she was liable to unwittingly bring harm to herself. "Please," he implored her, "let me be your rock."

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Rounding the corner with a bunch of lesbians, Red Grave City can you handle it!!!!!

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Emmrich and elodie as parents...

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Sketch with Vergil

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oh how i missed my victorian au

As Neve once said, it's good to have a friend who can dissect and examine a suspicious corpse before the incompetent police do

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To celebrate the release of Flowers of Tenea, I present a science fiction version of Emmrich Volkarin!

I will come back and do a proper background, but as my 9-5 has decided not to let me work out the remainder of my two week notice, I am going to shift to focusing on commissions and writing.

I will still be working on Dragon Age content; I’ll feature mostly Rookanis and Bellario as those make up the bulk of my comms.

My comms are open, btw! If you would like to like more info, let me know.

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had to quickly sketch these out bc someone mentioned emmrich in a robe and I wanted to do a comparison

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Emmrich: Rook, my darling, please come to bed.

Rook: Just a bit more planning, then I'll be with you.

Emmrich: While I can not judge as I've stayed up late into the night on research papers. I must insist this time.

Rook: Please, just another hour.

Emmrich: Fine my love, but I will keep you company.

Rook: Thank you.

Emmrich: As soon as the hour is up, I will have you marched right into bed though. So spend your time wisely.

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Companions combat animation by Jessica Simard, DA:tV gameplay animator, currently senior animator at Larian Studios.

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I wonder how many Qunari Emmrich has seen in his life and if they fascinate him on like an...anatomical level. You know. For science😂 Also meet my softest baby Rook, with the meanest case of resting murder face.

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please gimme the character creator so I can make my big man so I can draw accurate fanart of him and Emmrich, pleaseeeee.

DA2 Qunari best btw.

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hold him gentle like hamburger.

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Page 9 of ? (11)

I have scripted out 2 more pages. So soon done with this 11 page comic. The next one is going to be a continuation, but I think its going to be journal style like I did for Rook's backstory. I can jump a bit in time and cover more subjects.

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buy my silence!!!

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*inserts niche county rivalries into my dragon age fanfictions (and Cream First Propaganda lmao (งȍvȍ)ง)*

Dorian reached for a scone, and glanced up to find Caspian staring very intently at what he was doing.

“…Have I committed an outrageous faux pas or something?” Dorian asked, setting the scone down on his plate. “I feel like you’re going to burn me with your eyes.”

Caspian blinked, cheeks going a little red.“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I was just waiting to see what you would put on it.”

What he would..? Dorian looked over the serving tray as if it would offer some kind of clue, but he saw only scones, jam, and the clotted cream. What else could he possibly put on it?

“Is this some kind of intricate Ostwickian test? Am I going to be kicked out if I do this wrong?”

A laugh bubbled out of Caspian and he waved his hands apologetically. “Maker, no, nothing like that!” he said. “It’s only that– there’s an old rivalry in Ostwick; practically splits the city. About whether you put the jam or the cream on a scone first. I was curious what someone who didn’t grow up there would do.”

Scone rivalries… It was so quaint, that Dorian felt all fluffy inside.

“Well, what do you do first?” he asked.

“Oh no, no, no– I’m not going to influence your answer. Pick for yourself.”

“Hm.” Dorian tapped his scone absentmindedly. Caspian could deny all he wanted that it was a test, but this still felt oddly stressful. “I suppose… I don’t see any butter, so perhaps the cream first? It already looks a bit like the white butter we have back in Tevinter.”

Caspian thrust his arms out enthusiastically, rattling the tray slightly. “Yes! Exactly!” he exclaimed, eyes shining with apparent satisfaction. “The cream replaces the butter!”

Maker’s breath, this may have been the most fired-up Dorian had ever seen him. It was utterly adorable.

“I chose correctly, then?” Dorian ventured with a smirk, eyebrow raised.

Caspian huffed and rolled his eyes good-naturedly, finally grabbing a scone for himself and slicing it in half. His voice took on a conspiratorial tone.

“The Trevelyan side of my family subscribes to jam first,” he said, taking a heaped spoonful of cream with a sly smile. “But I prefer it the other way ‘round.”