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chaotic-good-hawke · 3 years
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Krem Portrait!
New series means new Krem because I LOVE HIM AND ALWAYS WILL.
Been a bit wrapped up with starting the Dragon Age Artist server and getting (a very very minor) surgery. I’m slowly getting back into art and such, and will prob be a bit slower than my initial DADrawtober burst. But I will always be around!
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chaotic-good-hawke · 3 years
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admit that you are not very good at this game and that your wife is not cheating OR draw 25 :)
(full size)
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chaotic-good-hawke · 3 years
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Behold! My final gift art for this Winter’s season :D Krem and Josephine for @chaotic-good-hawke
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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Sera wearing bee hoodie thing with them wings.
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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HOW TO DONATE TO BLM WHEN YOU HAVE NO MONEY
a black woman named zoe amira posted a video on youtube. this video is an hour long and filled with art and music from black creators. it has a ton of ads, and in result will rack up a ton of revenue. 100% of the ad revenue from the video will be dispersed between various blm organizations, including bail-out funds for protesters. it will be split between the following, dependent on necessity
brooklyn bail fund
minnesota freedom fund
atlanta action network
columbus freedom fund
louisville community bail fund
chicago bond
black visions collective
richmond community bail fund
the bail project inc
nw com bail fund
philadelphia bail fund
the korchhinski-parquet family gofundme
george floyd’s family gofundme
blacklivesmatter.com
reclaim the block
aclu
turn off your adblocker and put the video on repeat. do not skip ads. let it play on loop whether you’re listening or not. mute the tab if you need to focus elsewhere. but let. it. play.
youtube will donate to blm for you.
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please, please reblog. for people who don’t have money to spare, this is incredibly important information to have.
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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if you want to help bail out protesters but don’t know where to send your money — act blue put together a secure page that will split your donation between 30+ bail funds across the US
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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Fisch, this truly is beautiful and I love it! You captured the scene so well! 
If anyone is interested, you can read the chapter with this illustration here! 
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I had the immense pleasure to paint this commission of Cat Bell and Kaaras Adaar for @daydreamweavercat and now that the relevant chapter of her fic is finally out, I can show this to the world in all its glory :D Commission Info Ko-Fi
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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@goblin-deity suggested a casual modern au outfit and I reeeeally like this one. I figured that in this day and age Aidah would have a barber, so she would keep her undercut into adulthood—but she lets Alistair fuck it up in quarantine. 😭
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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The current theme prompt at the @dragonageden Discord server is Codex entry/in-universe piece of art, so I’ve decided to draw a wood carving of one of my Lavellans, Nana, sculpted by Blackwall (she is seen emerging from water because she is very fond of swimming and is often seen wading about to gather some water plants for her potions).
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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The Falcon and the Rose: Feathers and Petals
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An extra scene from Chapter 64 of the main story
Read it on AO3!
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“So, how are things?”
Alistair bit the inside of his cheek, in nowhere near a good enough mood to answer Teagan’s probing. His folded arms he could blame on the cold, his scowl masked as a frown of concentration, but the only people worse than servants for gossip were soldiers, and as he stood on the edge of the lists in Castle Cousland’s bailey, he felt the itch of sullen eyes on the back of his neck. Gideon, relieved of command of the house guard thanks to the loss of his hand, had been given the position of armsmaster in lieu of anyone with more experience, and the grizzled old veteran had spent the better part of the morning ignoring him as much as deference would allow. It increased the difficulty of their task to fill the depleted ranks of Highever and royal guard, but Alistair relished the surly looks passed to him from the ranks; they fuelled the banked embers of righteous anger that still smouldered in his chest.
Undeterred, Teagan examined his glove. “I heard there was an altercation.”
He snorted. His argument with Rosslyn hadn’t exactly been quiet, and the subject of it was by now fireside conversation for every busybody from Tarleton to West Hill. But Maker, the look on her face as he left her, the blood seeping between her fingers from her reopened wound…
“Did you try apologising?” Teagan asked.
And just like that, the anger was back. “I tried grovelling,” he snapped. “She didn’t want to listen.”
Keep reading
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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The way you draw Alistair is absolutely *chef finger kiss. And Aedan is really handsome!
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fresh from the oven just for you!!! 🥰
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN! for the foreseeable future because ya girl got furloughed
Specifics:
I will have FIVE SLOTS open at a time. When the slots are filled I will close commissions and reopen them once I have finished those pieces. If you express interest when the slots are filled, you will be added to a wait list and I will reach out to you when slots become available.
Additional characters are +80%, animals and backgrounds are priced on demand, complex armor/tattoos may be upcharged
PayPal invoice only. The PayPal fees (3%) are not included in the listed prices. I will start the commission after I receive payment.
If you’re interested in a commission or have questions email me at [email protected]
Please include:
Your username, or how you would like me to credit you if I share the work
What kind of piece you want (colored full body + love interest, for example)
Character references: screenshots, faceclaims, mood boards, pose inspo, etc
Character details: now’ s your chance to rant about your OC! Personality, a bit of their story, distinguishing marks, any and everything you feel I could use to really capture them. No amount of info is too much ;)
If you’re not interested in a commission but want to support me anyway, you can reblog this post and/or check out my ko-fi! Thank you all so much, I look forward to working with you!
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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Avery Trevelyan (art commission)
07.05.2020
Aaaaand we’re off to a good start! A flat colour sketch of beautiful and strong Avery Trevelyan for @kirkwallgremlin
Thank you so much for commissioning me!
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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Doodle of dad!Cullen with a beard (because reasons) and the light of his life his baby girl, Ilao (which funnily enough ilao means light in tagalog jdifji)
enjoy my self-indulgent bs jfcisdjfisdi
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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18. Red wine stained lips for ZevWarden? GIVE ME THOSE FEELS!!! Please.
Flesh has pulled away from its mouth. Decaying rot swarms about its cheekbones, darkened veins invade the milky white of its eyes. The hurlock screams, spittle and blight raining down against those who defend against them. A flinch, the opening, and another hurlock down the line of defenses is hacking into flesh, spraying blood and gore. In this narrow street, the Darkspawn will overrun them. “Captain! What do we do?” It’s screamed somewhere behind him. The other streets have been barricaded. They have funneled all the darkspawn to them. Their only defense. He thinks of her, and their son, so small and red-faced in her arms.
“Don’t let them any further!” Is all he can shout back, raising his shield in time to catch the jagged edge of a rusted sword. He doesn’t know if any of them hear him. They fell one, only to have it replaced by two more. The swarm is endless, hopeless, and his arms ache as the blows continue to batter against him. One by one, they’re pushed back. Connor goes down to his left, the arrow finding purchase in the vulnerable softness of his eye. Greg moves to take his place, but he’s stopped by the hammer crashing down, catching him in the back. The Alpha’s breath fogs from underneath its helmet as it retrieves its weapon.
He watches as it slowly moves to stand at full height. The thing towers over him, horns at either side of its helm. Only barely, in the firelight, can he see the shining red staring back at him. The Alpha drags its hammer behind it as it begins to make its move towards him, and the others. “Steady!” He calls out to those who remain, pressed back against the final barricade. He looks for another way. The two other streets are deserted, empty. He adjusts his grip on his sword, keeps his shield steady, stance wide. “Steady,” he murmurs.
The Alpha suddenly stops, its head turning away from the prey before it. All of them do – turning from them, to the empty left street. They move as if preparing to defend but – “Captain, what are they doing?” Lacey’s voice, whispering beside him. The darkspawn crowd around the street, make a barricade of their own. Through their swaying number, he can barely see what they’re looking at. At first, nothing, then -
She comes reaping over the barricade. It’s no small feat. She lands solidly, dirt kicked up around her. She stands with the same menace as the Alpha Hurlock who now screams at her. She clutches the spear in one hand, while the shield is fastened to her other arm. He nearly chokes when he spots the griffon emblazoned on her chest plate. Warden. A dark figure flies low beside her, hood pulled low, daggers out and shining metal glints in the firelight. They make their charge together. He knows laughing warriors. He knows reluctant warriors. This is one whose oath is to be this warrior. The Warden breaks through the line of the Darkspawn, while her shadow spreads chaos.
The daggers move as if needles, finding their point, their vein, opening it and withdrawing. Done with surgical precision, moving at a speed the likes of which he’s never seen before. His hood curls in the shape of a beak. This crow murders darkspawn with ease, never failing to find their weakest point. The Alpha is moving up and away from them, to confront this complication. He’s lost sight of the two in the thick of it. His hand still trembles around the hilt of his sword. “Forward!” His voice breaks at first. “Forward! Help the Warden!” The rallying cry goes up around him. Together, they charge forward, back into the fray.
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They stand silent among their accomplishment. There’s only the fire, the moving of armor from heavy breathing. One of the soldiers half falls to the ground, moving to sit, pressing a hand against his chest, affirming his own heartbeat. The Captain looks at the Warden. Blood is splashed across her armor, her face. It paints her lips an unnatural red. Unconsciously, he forces a swallow. Beside the Warden, her partner takes off his hood. Straw gold wisps around his cheekbones as he grins at her, says something the others can’t quite hear. The crow wraps his fist around his cloak, and reaches upwards. She closes her eyes, leans her face towards him as he begins to wipe away the blood from her face. When he’s finished, he says something again. This time the Warden nods, the barest smile ghosting at her lips. It’s gone as quickly as it came, but the crow is still grinning. He makes his way towards them. “Thank you Warden, for your aid. I didn’t think any help would come in time,” he says.
“Ah, we were simply passing through and mi amor, she tells me she senses darkspawn nearby. Darkspawn! Here! How strange. Of course we had to come and investigate,” the crow says as he puts an arm over her shoulder, taps the griffon on her chest.
“If there’s anything we could do to repay you –”
“Room, and board,” she says, her voice a steady low gravel, “if possible.”
“Of course, Warden. We’ll have a room made for you. It’s yours. We’ll have food sent to you as well. Anything you want.”
“Wine! If there is any. What, mi dulce pájaro, do not give me that look, we have not had any alcohol in weeks. No, Val Firmin does not count because their wine was awful and I wish I could erase the taste from my memory, but here I am, continuing to suffer. Until I have something better, hmm?”
“And wine, if there is any. If it’s no trouble,” the Warden says.
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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My inquisitor Lavellan to Solas ;)
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chaotic-good-hawke · 4 years
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Fire in Her Mouth, Chapter 119: Merciful Leaders
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Author’s Note: AND WE’RE BACK, BABY!
Summary:  At Skyhold, a rare night of relaxation and friendly companionship between Cassandra and Cullen turns into a test of assumed understanding. Cassandra realizes she may have taken for granted the clarity of her point of view in just how much change is needed. Then, in the Exalted Plains, the Inquisitor seeks to tie up one last loose end once and for all. Though, in an unexpected breach of her own fortitude, her true intentions are revealed.
To Read The Full Chapter on AO3, Click Here.
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