GamerChic_ken

@windborn.bsky.social

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Lvl 42. Writer, gamer, lover of birds, dogs, cats, crochet. Currently having lots of Dragon Age feels.

An unfinished crocheted dragon tail, with too little remaining yarn to finish
Dark haired man in leather armor sitting at a wooden table with a mug of beer.
Cream ball of yarn, tail neatly pulled.
Closed notebook with black cover.
Hoya pubicalyx in a teal pot on a windowsill.
Small wood elf offering a high elf vampire a flower in a romantic bedroom.
Art by @harprdraws
Two cats cuddling in a bowl.
“All right,” Neve said at last, “I have to ask. How is the son of General Mercar a Qunari, and how did you wind up with the Shadow Dragons?” Assara mopped at the fish oil running down his chin and considered his response. Everyone always asked eventually. “It might surprise you to know I’m adopted,” he said, in the driest deadpan tone he could muster. For one beat, two, she stared at him. Then she burst into laughter.
Assara *telling Neve how he wound up with the SDs*: Ashur knows I’m about as Qunari as I am Andrastian. That’s good enough for me. And what about you? Neve: You could worship a golden nug for all I care, as long as you don’t get me killed on the job. Assara: 😆 I meant how you joined the Shadow Dragons.
Lucanis stood almost hip deep in the river, shining eyes turned skyward, barely visible under his tangle of hair. The silvery moonlight and glow from his ephemeral wings deepened the shadows of his gaunt form, turned the hollow beneath his stark ribs cavernous, made jutting knives of collarbones and hips. There was so little left of him. New and healing wounds riddled his skin, a story of torment written in clotted blood.
Lucanis, Spite's wings unfurled, kneeling before an elven Rook, who is tenderly touching his face and hair. Titled Eight of Swords.
Tabby cat laying under a fiber optic tree on a red and white tree skirt. She looks smug.
Large, fluffy, Double silver laced Barnevelder hen, napping on the feeder.
Tricolor corgi in a lit Christmas tree dress.
Elven woman with auburn hair and mismatched eyes, in brown leather armor.
White Griffon fledgling with iridescent feathers.
Elven woman in a long, brown leather coat, in front of cliffside ruins in autumn.
A fall-colored tree with red hues, surrounded by blue and purple butterflies, amidst dead pine trees.
Lace Harding, Rook, and Lucanis Dellamorte, on the cobbled courtyard of the Lighthouse, with buildings floating in a starry sky behind them.
Tortoiseshell cat with paws over her eyes, curled up on a black and white blanket.
Large fluffy tabby cat in a box
Tortoiseshell cat laying precariously on top of a cat tree.