Some Logan fanart 🤗🇺🇸

I drew and rendered a whole picture only to hate it in the end. 🤣💀 I tried fixin it but it was begging to be taken out of existence.

Fernando's hands would make a beautiful collar around a neck. 😤🥵

can I bring back this picture in these trying times...

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment.

Warm orange rays crawled across the living room floor as the sun settled into the horizon. The tv was on playing some highlights of a recent football match. Max enjoyed the moment, the smell of food cooking wafting within the appartment. The comforting weight of Charles, his lover, laying across his stomach. Two wine glasses glinted in the light on the coffee table, contrasting with the deep sangria colored wine it held.

Charles breathy laugh caught his attention, no doubt Lando texting an unhinged meme. Breathing deeply Max relaxed more against the couch, placing his calloused hand against the soft stomach of Charles hoodie. Charles paused his texting to place a quick kiss against Max's chest, impish mischief shinning in his green eyes.

Sometimes Max wished he could be in the moment forever, just the two of them in their own little world. Together.

Lance out here making flirty eyes at older men right infront of Fernando's salad! 🥗😤🤭

How long had it been? Days blurred together and time filtered through Mahanon like viscous tree sap. (Warning: drabble has angst)

How long had it been? Days blurred together and time filtered through Mahanon like viscous tree sap. It was heavy and suffocating, smothering him into the small bed. The air was stale, dust hanging in the air and clinging to everything within this little hut. A single candle glimmered on the small table near the door, burning down to its last inch.

The hut was different to Skyhold, quiet, quaint, secluded. Everything was different now. Memories still fresh of the Exalted Council and the peirod of deconstructing the Inquisition and leaving Skyhold, ravaged his mind. It hurt to say goodbye to everyone, his companions, his counsel. But watching his lover Dorian leave, sailing away from him until the horizon swallowed the boat, that shattered him. The locket Dorian gave him with the sending crystal was further down the bed. A bandaid for a stab wound. Dorian seem to think it was working out fine. Daily his chirpy amorous voice resonating from the locket so they can speak to each other as Dorian worked on fixing and improving his home.

Mahanon was proud of Dorian and what he was accomplishing. But in a bitter, hurt part of his soul, Mahanon resented it. He was alone, his life ripped out once again away from him. And it looked like fate was not planning on giving it back. He needed Dorian but... Tevintar needed him more. It was time for him to be supportive for Dorian.

Rolling on his back, Mahanon huffed as he hit the mattress harder than expected. His lack of full arm made everything difficult, needing to put more or less into tasks. Sometimes his phantom arm would hurt, sending agonizing pain racing throughout his body. Deliriously from pain he expected to be blinded by an acid green light that use to emanate from his lost limb. Now the only light was the slowly burning candle, Mahanon barely left his bed. Ravens would peck at the closed windows and door, hopping outside waiting for him to relieve them of their letters. The first few weeks he did retrieve them promptly, finding the letters to be comforting. All his companions were finding their footing. But soon the letters became painful to read. Pening a letter to respond seem to take longer and more energy. Slowly the ravens gnawed the letter off and flew back as Mahanon took longer and longer to get the letters.

When letters brought up concerns, Mahanon wrote them lies. Explained that he was in the woods hunting or some Dalish thing. It worked and the lengthy time between letters was never questioned again. With Dorian, talking with him drained him. Many times the only moments he was awake was when speaking with Dorian. He would muster up all the energy he had and more to seem normal and happy. When the conversation finished he'd fall into a restless sleep again. Mahanon convinced himself that he was just tired from saving the world during the Inquisition time. That all those lost hours of sleep and grueling moments have finally caught up to him. But a small part of him whispered his cowardly truth. He was waiting to die, wanting to even. Mahanon was useless now, he was not going to burden the people he loved. Not anymore...

Dorian normally didn't stay in the tavern once his choice of alchohol was procured. But when the bottle of Celestine black clicked against the wood as the bartender placed it, Mahanon popped up on his right. Dressed in casual clothes the elf smiles brightly before leaning over for a kiss, which Dorian happily gave.

"Amatus, while I know what brings you to me, what brings you here?" Mahanon was bashful for a second, fidgeting with his scarf.

"I've never had whiskey and I was curious." Blush bloomed across the elfs cheeks and Dorian chuckled at the display.

"Whiskey is much stronger than your Dalish flower wine amatus." Mahanon blush deepened as he avoided Dorian's stare.

"I know... That's why I wanted to try it with you here... Because you wouldn't let anything bad happen to me." Dorians heart burst with affection at Mahanon's words and his trust in him. Wrapping an arm around the elf's waist he pulles him flush into his side and kissed his cheek.

"Bartender, a cup of your best whiskey for The Inquisitor!"

Some Dorian and Lavellen fanart. 🥺❤ I can only hope their story is filled with love and they get to settle down and live together in the end! They so adorable I can't wait for the next game to come out.

Little fun draw of a Dalish Elf Inquisitor. Also the face tattoo are a cool idea but a pain in the ass to draw. But I like to torture myself I guess since I love to draw Dragon Age Elves.

"Not everyone agreed with Keeper Deshanna's decision to spy on the meeting between Templars and Mages. Some even thought her first, Mahanon, was a failure for wanting to work with shemlen. But Mahanon knew better, and took his Keepers warning to heart. Events will happen and it'll be felt by everyone..."

Fun draw of my Lavellen, and a clan memeber who always bullies and antagonizes him.

Art block is really kickin me in the butt. I need to rediscover drawing for me again. It feels like everything I do has to be for a reason. I blame growing up and school on that. Just want to get lost in my art and imagination, not escape to it.

I'm so ready for F1 to be back! I miss the boys.

Been playing a lot of Dragon Age Inquisition. Lots of fun! And shenanigans.

I decided to draw myself in Coral Island style. Love the game been playing it like crazy.

OK new game. Use this website to see how common your first name is, and then put that number in the tags. 

HE'S HERE. YUKI WANTS UPPIES!

I crawled out of depression just to draw this. 😵 Was worth it.

Little quick draw. It's silly but we all make bad decisions. Or bad bets...

I'm sorry Charles. 😅🤭 kinda...