ye olde classic messy dao sketch dump which is how you know life is kicking my ass

I had the absolute pleasure of working on some more Dragon Age themed commissions for the always wonderful @ohmyarda

This was the first one of her lovely Tabris character!

As always please check out their art if you haven’t already~

Decided to give Dragon Age another try and the first character I meet COMPLETELY wins me over in a matter of seconds-

While I’m at it here’s some Warden Chava Amell and her terribly-bad-no-good-night at the circle. 

A fantasy rpg game? Oh you mean a wizard dating simulator

Artfight attack of @vakarians-babe’s Talvinder Cousland!

(my artfight profile)

If you have multiple playthroughs with different choices just choose your favorite.

some1 said grey wardens eyes should glow

Cause Alistair and Warden give me Phil and Claire vibes

Alistair: Marry someone who looks sexy while disappointed

Y/n: *looks over side-eyed

Alistair: See?? 😍

I love how they are standing so close to each other

Here’s my new character Sylvia!

WIP Whenever.

Tagged by @vorchagirl thank you friend! 😊

This is probably going to become a piece that has multiple chapters but here's a snippet of the beginning of a Warden x Alistair that takes place primarily during Inquisition, where the Warden leaves Ferelden in search of a cure of the Calling, for a chance at a longer future together.

Hope you like it!

The Awaited Reunion

The early morning breeze slowly began to pick up its pace as it made its way through their campsite. It followed the rise of the sunlight that poked through the partly cloudy sky and past the hills that surrounded their campsite. The morning light eventually made its way towards her tent.

She grumbled as she stretched out in hopes she could push the nagging sleep away.  Her hair laid in a slightly tangled braid, dangling by her side as she usually had it up or braided as it's usually rested by her hips if she was to let it be loose. She undid the braid and coursed her fingers through the knots, cursing to herself when she wasn't expecting a bad knot. Her hair was a light copper red, and shone brightly in the soft light as the day began before her. She quickly bundled it back into a neat braid and began to change from her sleepwear, which entailed one of Alistair’s under shirt that she managed to sneak away from his dresser before her trip. Somehow, through the years, it kept his scent. It was one of the reasons she got any sleep these days. 

She shrugged off the shirt, and slipped on her tunic, before doing the same with her pants. As it was still quite early, she decided to let the rest of her team sleep in and avoid putting on her full armor for a few more hours. With that in mind, she quietly strolled out of her tent and made her way towards the small, barely smoking campfire. She hugged herself as the breeze moved through but was thankful for the warmth the sun was already providing. She was taking in the sights around her when the cawing of a raven sent her attention to the skies. Could it be?  She bit her lip. A message from him?  Her mind immediately filled with sudden hope as she reached for the small wedding ring on her finger that Alistair had given to her shortly after defeating the Fifth Blight, which took place roughly nine years ago. Nine years since she became a Grey Warden.

Her name was Arya, and she was the fabled Hero of Ferelden. But what she cared the most about, is being the wife to Alistair, King Alistair of Ferelden, the unexpected love in her life.

trying out a more sticker-y artstyle on our boi Alistair c:

Warden Surana, post-blight, ready to use magically enhanced strength to beat up her problems with a wooden stick.

I think it's funny that depending on how long Morrigan was in Court, the Hero of Ferelden must've snuck in at least once. Which means somewhere out there in Thedas, there's a servant who swears by their own grave they saw the HOF in orlea and no one believes them.