WOOHOO ALL DONE NOW TO WRITE THE CARDS THEMSELVES
my little x’mas surprise for dear impressioniste, Merry Christmas !!!
(This is kind of a joint action with moodymarshmallow, I hope I’m not late for it….><!)
and I hope everybody can have a wonderful x’mas
this joke just never gets old ok
This one’s for those of you in the tumblr-verse who’ve been following me here since the place was just a Dragon Age fan-machine for me, haha. You know who you all are. xx
(It’s also, you know, for anyone who may like magic, mages and Christmas ^_~)
39 degrees Norths adaptation of a wonderful poem by the fantastic Neil Gaiman. Nicholas Was
ah let’s get seasonal
decorate it’s my favorite thing but i always break everything
it’s like a talent
commission for Cypheroftyr who asked for a holiday Fenris/Anders drawing. I can only draw dorky cute things so here we go!
Earlier I was freaking out and posting weird faces. It was because I messed up this file. S’okay because I fixed it. >n>
Awww so cute :3
My Secret Santa gift for orpheliasdomaination! Fenris is not at all pleased to be involved in this silly holiday.
well, perhaps something, anything to do with anders, but only if you have the time for it! this is the sweetest thing! thank you so much! :D
Something a bit more melancholic… I think Anders, while being completely occupied with the revolution of mages, sometimes takes a moment to remember a time that was happier, a family whose faces he probably has long since forgotten, a life when he was just a simple boy with simple dreams.
I wish you happy holidays, spicyshimmy! Thank you so much for reblogging my art every so often, and for your gorgeous, well articulated impressions! Your comments never fail to inspire me. - Thanks! <3
ahhh, this is so beautifully bittersweet, and as always with so much incredible light and shadow. even those bodies hidden and those expressions we can’t see lend so much to the piece, and anders so slim, the twist of his mouth at the very corner, the pillow in his hands—hope in the bed with him, another body of hope, just enough light and shadow for balance. it’s an unusual achievement. one side is always weighing heavier than the other somehow, but i feel in this moment, quiet as it is, there’s no sense of future battle but past gravity, faded as always by time. hawke keeps all the trinkets and mementos gathered from lothering in a box by the far wall, across the way from his writing desk. anders keeps his only memory tucked underneath his chin and cheek on the bed with him, a pillow of worn design and knotted embroidery that used to tickle before the threads were all tugged loose. it matters how they keep them, where they keep them, but also that they keep anything—that they keep each other closer.
may your day be lovely! thank you so much, caboodledoodle, for this and all the other lovely art!
now with sloppy colours
“MY ROOF IS ON FIRE!”
“Must be Santa.”
did someone say ugly sweaters? because Anders has totally got this covered.
Oh God! And he used magic didn’t he? So many horrible sweaters and all at once.