are u ever just so in love with a pixel man that you have to paint him like one of your neoclassical girls

(wip of course)

so for ghilan'nain's hands are we leaning more aye-aye or bird of prey

the joke is actually that i thought this would be so easy to finish

(WIP)

WIP Wednesday

uh oh it’s yearning hours and i’m working on this cullen fluff

I wish we’d met sooner,” he says. The afterglow makes him sentimental. “Before the end of the world, I mean.”

“Which end of the world? This one? The Blight?”

“Before all of it.”

She turns over to look at him better. “I’m not sure you’d have liked me much.”

Cullen feels his heart clench a little at the implication, but he wants to reassure her, wants to promise her he’d have loved her as he does now. “Of course I would have. How could I not?”

“Well,” she says honestly, “You were in your training then. And I suspect the Order doesn’t particularly extol the virtues of mages, much less Dalish ones.”

He can’t argue, so he nods in silent concession instead.

“And as for me,” she goes on, “I’d never been far outside my clan. I’m not sure we’d have trusted each other if we’d met then.”

The idea of not trusting her seems absurd to him now, but there’s a truth to it that wishing won’t alter. “I suppose not,” he says at last. “But I’d like to think you would’ve changed my mind.”

“Oh?” She grins now, romance winning out over realism. “Would you have snuck out of your tower for me?”

The image comes to her as she says it: Cullen rowing the expanse of Calenhad, the moon cut to ribbons on the rippling lake, night after night after night. She can picture herself on the shore, waiting to see and touch and taste him, willing to break all her careful rules for a boy she loved.

proof of progress (even tho it doesn’t look like it)

when your mutual writes a fic so good you have to make art to cope (looking at you @rowanisawriter)

here’s a messy little prelim sketch while I figure out wtf to do with this palette

thinking about Her

(WIP obvi)