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I’m alright with a slow burn,

Takin’ our time, let the world turn…

My Rook, Eannen, and Lucanis 🥰

It took a while for Bram and Halsin to come to terms with what their relationship meant to each of them after leaving the shadow-cursed lands, but eventually they figured it out 🥰 Also Bram is allergic to wearing a shirt. I always put him in the camp clothes option that keeps his tits out

+ Grumpy bc he wasn’t even considered as a potential third 😔

It’s been a minute since I made a book, but I’m finally done with this copy of The Grindr Logo Doesnt Even Have a ‘G’ In It, an Aziraphale/Crowley fic by @indieninja92 ! This story has fucking everything. It’s achingly tender, funny, hot, and heartwrenching by turns, and I can’t recommend it highly enough.

(Tumblr mobile refuses to let me paste links for whatever reason, but it can be read on AO3.)

I had a hell of a time figuring out a design forthis one. Instead of designing a dust jacket like usual, I opted for a paper label/cover and I think it turned out really well! The silk moire was a real bastard to work with and was more finicky with the glue than I like, so I’ll be sticking to cotton-based bookcloth in the future. The iPhone text headers were fun to play around with though! 😄

Technical details ➡️

Book cloth: Silk moire in platinum from Hollander’s

Endpapers: Chiyogami fireworks from Hollander’s

Fonts: SF Rounded (title) and Sabon (body)

Designed in Photoshop and Canva

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Tagging @goodomensafterdark for visibility

Party art for a campaign that I’m going to start DMing this week ☺️ The last campaign I DMed was a three-year-long Saltmarsh game that ended in 2022, so I’ve had a nice little break of being a player.

These three characters are all starting off in pretty dark and desperate states of mind. I’m curious to see how they’ll respond to the various adventures that await, and whether they’ll find that the power to seize their dearest wishes comes at too high a price—or not.

“First we’ll deal with you, then we’re going after your mother!”*

* Was not aware at the time of speaking that the enemy NPC’s mother was, in fact, Tiamat

Tiny baby Sohren very carefully examining a plant to make sure it’s the right one he needs to make a dye 🌿 Last time he got it wrong and dyed his breeches blue on accident and his brother laughed at him!! So he’s gonna get it right this time 😤

Based on a prompt by @lanaluuart on Twitter about drawing your Inquisitors as children 🥰

Even warforged die—even you, with the soul of a star, have felt your body slowly breaking down beyond repair.

When it’s almost time, you know. It’s just a feeling you have. So you say goodbye to Hima and Odi in their garden resting place, and then you travel the well-trod path to the burial ground of the Taliriktug tribe. It’s as you left it when last you visited your friends, who went before you decades ago, their souls imparted into the light of an unknown Beyond. As you settle yourself down into a comfortable spot between them and rest your back against a tree, you recall a vision from a lifetime ago, where Auril had taunted you with nightmares of yourself sitting sentinel over your friends’ frozen corpses. But now you’ve come to another end, and it is gentle, and it is good. You take the carved wooden elk out of your pocket and cradle it one last time; you lift a hand to touch the iron rose that deft claws once shaped for you; and then, with a sigh like the wind drifting through the trees of the Lonelywood, you power down at last.

My friends and I finished up a three year long campaign this week. Our characters all lived happy and fulfilled lives in an Icewind Dale that was freed from Auril’s tyranny. The last one to leave was the warforged druid/wizard Cassia, who chose the grave-markers of her long-dead friends as her final resting place.

I’m a better man for having met you, kadan.

I am shrimply in love with this Lavellan created by @valtianan 😍😍

I finished this bind a few months ago but had to wait to post about it until the author @cemeteryangel725 got her surprise birthday copy! This bind wouldn’t have been possible without lovely art from @quona and support from @shipper-of-all-things 🥳 The story is a raunchy human AU full of so much love and sweetness, I highly recommend it ♥️♥️

Technical details follow ➡️

Fonts: Felix Titling and King’s Calson for the cover, Sabon for the text

Cover material: Allure bookcloth in indigo from Hollander’s

Endpapers: Lokta marble blue from Hollander’s

Textblock: Hammermill 20lb

Designed in Canva and Photoshop

The fic can be read on AO3! Tumblr mobile isn’t letting me paste a link 🙄

Paging @goodomensafterdark for visibility

‼️ My binds are not for sale. Authors and artists can request gift copies. Keep fanfiction free and legal!

My DA2 and DAI characters 🥰🥰 Can’t wait to add Rook into the mix soon!

Howwww is Artfight half over already 😵‍💫

Pieces from this past week! OCs by @rennybu / @murminat / alyaart

I was really inspired by @gravedigg’s art of their Adaar applying Bull’s vitaar, and wanted to draw my own spin on it for my Lavellan!

Sohren was an apprentice craftsman and leather dyer before his Inquisition days, so he was intrigued by the creation and application of vitaar. Here, Bull requested a purple mixture to match Sohren’s vallaslin 🥰

My first four attacks from this year’s Artfight!!

Characters are owned by

@swordmaid | @sunnibits

@ford-ye-fiji | @terra-draws-things

Find me on Artfight below! I’m still going strong with both attacks and revenges 😤♥️

I’ve been thinking a lot about my canon Inquisitor Sohren and his love interest, the Iron Bull, at the start of Veilguard. They were early-to-mid 30s during the events of Inquisition, which means they’ll both be pushing 50 at the time of Veilguard.

Sohren, a two-handed dagger rogue, took the loss of his arm very hard. Post-Trespasser, he realized that his days on the battlefield were basically over. He pledged to remain at the head of the Inquisition, but took on a more advisory/desk-job role. It was a tough transition mentally and physically.

Post-Trespasser, Bull continued to lead the Chargers on raiding missions for a few years, helping the Inquisition by chasing down leads and making money from jobs. But eventually his hard life of fighting caught up to him. His ankle, injured in Seheron when he was younger, had by then deteriorated to where he could barely walk on it, not to mention the litany of other broken bones and scars he’d acquired over the years. With a bittersweet feeling, he passed leadership of the Chargers over to Krem and retired from mercenary life.

Now Bull and Sohren, inexorably broken and changed by the events of the past 15 years, have gotten a message from an old friend: a note scrawled hastily on a torn-out title page of an old copy of Hard in Higtown — Tracked down Chuckles. New crew and I are going to follow up on this lead. My assistant, Rook, will be in contact with further info soon. V.

The Inquisitor’s scary dog privilege + bonus Reaver mode 👹♥️

Back on my Bullavellan bullshit ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

I just finished replaying In Hushed Whispers tonight. If you take Bull to Redcliffe Castle, you can tell him briefly about what you saw after the quest ends and then offer to protect him from time magic in the future.

The Flirt Dialogue option here is literally so funny for my tiny twig Lavellan. In the canon dialogue Bull blusters and is like “I have my sword to protect me, but thanks,” but I like to think this is when he cracked for the first time and started to feel some fondness towards Sohren. If nothing else Bull admires his gumption and how Sohren talks to him as an equal rather than automatically deferring to his authority like the Chargers do.