hmmmartin:

This wasn’t actually intended to be a full drawing, but I ended up liking it a lot. A glimpse into my “secret stash.”

So, this would be everyone’s favorite broody one, Fenris, and my no default Spirit Healer, Ezrah Hawke. He’s a very, very, lucky man.

The under-painting for this one was giving me grief. (Yes, I use under-painting for cel shading. :) ) I have heard that red was a difficult color to work and I see why. It is a very strong color. I ended up desaturating it a bit and bring up the vibrancy of the flat color layer. Hope it looks nice!

Named for the Nine Inch Nails song, “A Warm Place.” Because that is what I was listening to at the time. lol Deep stuff.

penguinabominations:

GUYS GUYS!!! ERIN MADE ME ART!! Garebear and FEN!! SCRREEEEEEEEECH 

-dead-

rawst:

So this happened.

What is Photoshop.

by ~sasorizanoko

our pleasure. this is our ultimate goal, sir. this is our ultimate goal.

butlersshinyredhost:

4 and a half hours of drawing later, and i end up likeing the 4 seccond background the best? What the hell? XDD

Anyway My lovely Fenris with the default M!Hawke

A Commission Fill for a 3 page comic—Dragon Age 

pennies-4-eyes:

This was a three page commission I just filled for a short Dragon Age 2 vignette comic.  I really had fun fulfilling this commission, not least of which was because the patron was an utter sweetheart.

If anyone wants to watch me color it, I made a recording of the process for livestream.  http://livestre.am/2d4Dg

Now I’m back at working on Pages of Advent Fortune.

roryseviltwin:

Still slept most of today but am starting the conquer the virus that invaded my throat earlier this week, sorry for the absence! :D

This is Fenris and my custom Hawke. I was lame and named him Fabian, which would have been my name if I had been a boy. He looks exactly like Saemus, except he has bushier eyebrows. I hated doing the Saemus quests XD (which is sad, because I rather liked Saemus to be honest)

This Hawke is a “charming” mage and rivalrymanced Fenris. I wasn’t going to romance him but then he spoke, and Ro was already being lesbians with Isabela, so, well, not much left to do. The climax of their romance was ruined for me though…
As I was finishing up the game, our roommate had his girl over and they were all watching. Fenris does the whole “Promise me you won’t die” spiel and proceeds to attempt to eat Hawke’s face. And the girl goes “EEEEEEEEW, GAAAAAAAAAAAAY”, and actually meant it. Duuuuuude. (Roommate’s sister is gay herself by the way, and we live in FUCKING AMSTERDAM)

So, yes. Kind of ruined! I proceeded to be gay with everyone on my slutty aggressive 3rd playthrough though (Hawke’s name in that is Hawke Hawke because I’m hilarious)

And also, I don’t like Hawke much at all. He’s no Shepard, ‘s all I’m saying. Enough tl;dr :D

brenna-ivy:

The “I will draw something every day for one month” commitment

Day 9

I almost forgot I still had to do this! So here’s a very quick thingy of Fenris and Garrett Hawke.

Balm for Something Broken 

ohmercyme221:

An attractive human, if with a strange beard, but that was not destined to occur to the ex-slave, not for a long, long while. It wasn’t merely that he was inexperienced with such thoughts – attraction, lust, desire, the ability to desire – but also that he was far too preoccupied. There was a part of him that still bitterly saw all of this as temporary, saw his freedom stretching out thin as gossamer until the day Danarius sent too many or too skilled of men for him. The lyrium embedded in his flesh was worth so much more than the life of mercenaries to the magister after all, a lesson he had learned through hard experience with it, day after day after day. So he occupied an empty mansion without ever daring to actually inhabit it, he drank wine – Danarius’, a small pleasure in a world with far too few – and worse fare at the tavern, he acted the part of friend as well as he knew. But the entire time he caught himself glancing over his shoulder, following the trail of dark hair, twisting at the whisper of robes, so familiar.

He still jerked awake at night and scanned the sky, honest, simple fear and more complicated self-loathing blossoming in his chest as he cursed himself for being late to attend to Danarius. And when he came down from those pitiful highs and realized where he was he realized, too, that it was not threat of punishment that had set him bolt-upright in the musty bedding but the threat of disappointing.

Each time he went down and opened a new bottle, intent on drowning not sorrow, not memory, what little he possessed of it, and not fear but instead himself. For these things were bound into him as surely as the lyrium scars. More, even – they were his flesh and his breath, the pulsation of his heart beneath his breastplate, the armor he wore and the frown that so often found his lips.

He went through the motions of freedom, perhaps, but it never felt true, never sincere. But he at least had a man in his life who could not make him free, no, but could make him forget, for the space of a fleeting moment, that he was not supposed to smile, make him forget in that moment to look over his shoulder at every rustle. And it was as he noticed this new habit – or subjugation of all his old habits – that he noticed, too, that he was an attractive human, if with a strange beard.