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A piece with my Hawk, Garrett (Who is pretty much a default Hawke) embracing Fenris from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Fenris is smiling in response.

A piece with my Hawk, Garrett (Who is pretty much a default Hawke) embracing Fenris from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Fenris is smiling in response.

Late post but I had family spend the night so couldn't get this done until lately last night lol.

Here's my DAII main romance which is Fenris and my Hawke, Garrett (Yes, he is a default. I was lazy lol)

As usual, used an altered base and BG.

#DAII #DragonAgeII #FenHawke #FenM!Hawke #DragonAge

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Work in progress of my Hawke (Pretty much a default Hawke) embracing Fenris from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek while they're both seated on the floor.

Work in progress of my Hawke (Pretty much a default Hawke) embracing Fenris from behind and giving him a kiss on the cheek while they're both seated on the floor.

WIP of my next main DA romance which is Fenris. My Hawke isn't too different from Garrett, he's pretty much the default lol.

#DAII #DragonAge #DragonAgeII #FenHawke #WIP

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A small chibi illustration of my Dragon Age II player character, Delphine Hawke, made with Sharpie and Ohuhu acrylic paint pens. Delphine has blue-black hair, blue eyes (with blue shadow), and peach skin and a facial scar. She has one hand on her hip and is about to say something smartass.

A small chibi illustration of my Dragon Age II player character, Delphine Hawke, made with Sharpie and Ohuhu acrylic paint pens. Delphine has blue-black hair, blue eyes (with blue shadow), and peach skin and a facial scar. She has one hand on her hip and is about to say something smartass.

More playing around with paint pens, it's a sassy little Delphine Hawke cheeb.

#MyArt #MyOC #Delphine #Hawke #DA2 #DAII #DragonAge #DragonAgeArt

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Happy DA day! 🥰
Have a handful of sexy fanart I’ve done over the past year and a half to celebrate. Nsfw versions are all on my Patreon, I’ve been quite inactive on there these past months but I’d like to change that with the new year!
#dragonage #dragonageday #DAtV #DAII

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Forever husband 🤍
#fenris #fenhawke #dragonage #dragonage2 #dragonageII #da2 #daII #dao #dai #fantasy

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My Ringil Hawke and her beloved Fenris🥰
Aaaah I love Fenris so much!! I miss these two 💚🤍
#dragonage #fenhawke #da2 #fenris #dragonageII #daII #dao #dai #art #fantasy #elf

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Day 3 of #DAkiss25 — Fade
(Varric Tethras & Eva "Hawke" Tethras, 9:55 Dragon, the Fade)

In a "what if?" scenario where they both got stuck in the Fade and found each other🥹

#DragonAge #DragonAgeTheVeilguard #DragonAgeII #DAII #DATV #LousticArt #VarricTethras #EvaHawkeTethras #Varrichawke #Evarric

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My Ringil Hawke and her husband Fenris 🥹💚🤍
#fenhawke #fenris #daII #da2 #dragonage #dragonageII #dragonage2 #dao #dai #fantasy

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Husband 🥹 🤍
#fenris #fenhawke #dragonage #dragonage2 #dragonageII #da2 #daII #dao #dai #fantasy

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My first Warden in Dao was a human female in love with Alistair, but later I wanted too much to try a romance with this mischievous elf, so these are my Dalish elf Nimue and Zevran🥰💚
#dragonage #daorigins #dao #daII #dai #zevran #alistair #elf #fantasy #dalish #romance

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Hawke is posing, sitting and staring at something... or someone. His hair is long and tied up on a messy bun.

Hawke is posing, sitting and staring at something... or someone. His hair is long and tied up on a messy bun.

🩸HAWKE🩸

It's been my honor to draw a custom Hawke for @hawkes-harbor.bsky.social ! Specially knowing it was their first ever commission! >.<!!!

#art #fanart #hawke #dragonage #dragonage2 #dragonageII #hawkedragonage #da #da2 #daII #hawkeda #oc #originalcharacter #commission

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Old drawing of Fenris with long hair because he's so beautiful 🥹🤍
#fenris #fenhawke #dragonage #dragonage2 #dragonageII #da2 #daII #dao #dai #fantasy

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A drawing of Fenris from Dragon Age II. It is a side-view bust of him, who is a dark-skinned elf with with hair and white markings. He is covered in blood. The background is white and decorated with blood red stars and red text with his name. There is a quote that states "They know what I am. Let them come, if they find the courage." in black underneath the illustration, as well as broken chains in grey.

A drawing of Fenris from Dragon Age II. It is a side-view bust of him, who is a dark-skinned elf with with hair and white markings. He is covered in blood. The background is white and decorated with blood red stars and red text with his name. There is a quote that states "They know what I am. Let them come, if they find the courage." in black underneath the illustration, as well as broken chains in grey.

Let them come, if they find the courage.

[ #dragonage | #fenris | #veilguard | #dragonage2 | #dragonageveilguard | #dragonagefenris | #da2 | #daii | #dragonageii ]

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#Orsino
#DAII #DragonAge

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#Orsino
#DAII #DragonAge

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#Anders was right
#DAII #DragonAge

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A portrait drawing of Varric Tethras by Goblin Biscuits as he appeared in Dragon age Inquisition.

A portrait drawing of Varric Tethras by Goblin Biscuits as he appeared in Dragon age Inquisition.

It's the goat #Varric. An excuse to try out a new technique I thought would save me time. It didn't. I did learn cool new shit though. I'll prob. incorporate it into my normal drawing. Uploading lines and flats in comments since I'm pretty happy with this one
#Veilguard #Inquisition #DAII #Dragonage

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this took infinitely too long, but I've finally manged to draw my Dragon Age™ canon state.
(more hashtag than caption.)
#dragonage #dragonageveilguard #dragonageinquisition #dragonage2 #dragonageorigins #Hawke #Lavellan #Rook #Warden #DAO #DAII #DAI #DAV

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Sighhh guess who got another hyperfixation!! (And a reason to attempt semi-realism..)

#art #digital #digitalart #sketch #wip? #dragonage #dragonage2 #DAII #Anders #fanart

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An illustration of Fenris, naked and bleeding, lying on his back, draped over something, while Anders bends over him, covered in blood, healing magic coming from both hands

An illustration of Fenris, naked and bleeding, lying on his back, draped over something, while Anders bends over him, covered in blood, healing magic coming from both hands

Day 1 of Anders Week, hosted by @pinkfadespirit.bsky.social with the prompt: Healing/The Fade/Power.

#dabsky #dragonage #da2 #daii #fenders #fenris #anders #myart #fanart

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 He’d already set up the fire and lit it and now, finally, the space around the fireplace was growing to a serviceable temperature. He’d also put a kettle on it, full of water, so that they could have something to warm them from the inside, not just the outside.

In a fit of insanity that Fenris could not explain, he went to the bed and stripped it of the blankets, of which he had been using more of since Anders had started to stay with him, and set them in a sort of nest in the armchair next to the fire. He did not understand why the mage had such a desire to freeze himself but he made the space, hopefully, presentable as n invitation for warmth.

Anders was silent, it was only the light creek of the door that took Fenris’ attention, finding the mage, now dressed, leaning against the door frame. His hair was still down and he was absently rubbing his left arm but, at least, the arm seemed capable of moving now.

“Come in,” Fenris said, which felt stupid but Anders wasn’t doing it on his own.

He’d already set up the fire and lit it and now, finally, the space around the fireplace was growing to a serviceable temperature. He’d also put a kettle on it, full of water, so that they could have something to warm them from the inside, not just the outside. In a fit of insanity that Fenris could not explain, he went to the bed and stripped it of the blankets, of which he had been using more of since Anders had started to stay with him, and set them in a sort of nest in the armchair next to the fire. He did not understand why the mage had such a desire to freeze himself but he made the space, hopefully, presentable as n invitation for warmth. Anders was silent, it was only the light creek of the door that took Fenris’ attention, finding the mage, now dressed, leaning against the door frame. His hair was still down and he was absently rubbing his left arm but, at least, the arm seemed capable of moving now. “Come in,” Fenris said, which felt stupid but Anders wasn’t doing it on his own.

“You will not feed on flesh…”

“The anger turns to hunger, the pain must go out, it is just, for the pain to be in the bodies of others. I have fed him his enemies. I have fed on our enemies! We are our enemies!”

“Be still, Abomination!” Fenris growled, his Lyrium flashing, the demon under hi, in his arms, flaring to match him. “Do you not speak of justice? Or right and wrong? And yet you devour your host?”

“We share in shame. We share in hunger. Pain deserves an end!”

“This will kill him!”

“And what won’t!”

“You will not feed on flesh…” “The anger turns to hunger, the pain must go out, it is just, for the pain to be in the bodies of others. I have fed him his enemies. I have fed on our enemies! We are our enemies!” “Be still, Abomination!” Fenris growled, his Lyrium flashing, the demon under hi, in his arms, flaring to match him. “Do you not speak of justice? Or right and wrong? And yet you devour your host?” “We share in shame. We share in hunger. Pain deserves an end!” “This will kill him!” “And what won’t!”

Another! Another! Another short chapter for Anthropophagus!

archiveofourown.org/works/609068...

#dragonage #da2 #daii #fenders #anders #fenris #mywriting #fanart

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A full colored illustration of Anders, nude, on his knees, holding up a ram skull. The scars on his back and inner arms glow with a bright teal glow. He's surrounded by sunflowers, snapdragons, and wings.

A full colored illustration of Anders, nude, on his knees, holding up a ram skull. The scars on his back and inner arms glow with a bright teal glow. He's surrounded by sunflowers, snapdragons, and wings.

The final version of the Anders and Justice piece! I think Justice would pour through the marks of oppression in Anders' skin to make a point.

#dragonage #da2 #daii #dabsky #anders #justice #myart #fanart

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A black and white illustration of Anders, on his knees, naked. His arms and back are a mess of scars. His head is bowed as if in prayer, a ram skull balanced on his head and fingertips. Surrounding him are wings, sunflowers, and snapdragons.

A black and white illustration of Anders, on his knees, naked. His arms and back are a mess of scars. His head is bowed as if in prayer, a ram skull balanced on his head and fingertips. Surrounding him are wings, sunflowers, and snapdragons.

Another of these, even though I know I should be focusing on my backlog (I'm just obsessed and these are so much better than what I've got in backlog.) More Anders.

#dragonage #da2 #anders #myart #fanart #daii

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“Eyes on me,” Hawke said, her voice deep and commanding.

Fenris did, looking up at her through dark eyelashes. She smirked. She could see the anger in him, he was sure.

“What’s going on in that head, hmm?” she asked.

He opened his mouth, ready to tell her about the look on Anders face when he left, the way that the manor was still getting colder, even though he had told Anders not to cast, that he was afraid that Anders wasn’t getting better. He had come here for a reason, after all, one to stop fretting about the idiot mage that barely ate, barely slept, had nightmares that kept them both awake, and never spoke. It was strange and frightening. The slave chamber was not doing Anders any good. He thought that -

“That’s right, you don’t have anything going on in that head,” Hawke determined from his hesitancy. “You’re just a stupid little dog at my feet, aren’t you? That’s all you need to be.”

“Eyes on me,” Hawke said, her voice deep and commanding. Fenris did, looking up at her through dark eyelashes. She smirked. She could see the anger in him, he was sure. “What’s going on in that head, hmm?” she asked. He opened his mouth, ready to tell her about the look on Anders face when he left, the way that the manor was still getting colder, even though he had told Anders not to cast, that he was afraid that Anders wasn’t getting better. He had come here for a reason, after all, one to stop fretting about the idiot mage that barely ate, barely slept, had nightmares that kept them both awake, and never spoke. It was strange and frightening. The slave chamber was not doing Anders any good. He thought that - “That’s right, you don’t have anything going on in that head,” Hawke determined from his hesitancy. “You’re just a stupid little dog at my feet, aren’t you? That’s all you need to be.”

“That’s it. Just a bit more,” Hawke murmured. “You need help puppy?”

He didn’t want help. He didn’t need help. But he knew that it would please Hawke to accept it so he nodded.

She gripped his hip and put her palm on the flat end of the toy. He cried out, brands flaring, as she shoved it into him, all the way to the base, all of the ridges and bumps and veins rubbing against his sensitive insides. The stretch burned and ached and he pulsed like his asshole was a wound, the cold attempting to sooth it.

“There we go,” Hawke hummed, “Now you can cum whenever you want.”

She gripped the base and pulled, pulling it in and out, Fenris’ tight muscles following the glass in both directions. The pleasure and pain made his eyes roll back. He scratched at the hardwood. His brands flickered. It hurt so good. He was going to be good after this. Hawke wouldn’t want to get rid of him like she did Anders.

“That’s it. Just a bit more,” Hawke murmured. “You need help puppy?” He didn’t want help. He didn’t need help. But he knew that it would please Hawke to accept it so he nodded. She gripped his hip and put her palm on the flat end of the toy. He cried out, brands flaring, as she shoved it into him, all the way to the base, all of the ridges and bumps and veins rubbing against his sensitive insides. The stretch burned and ached and he pulsed like his asshole was a wound, the cold attempting to sooth it. “There we go,” Hawke hummed, “Now you can cum whenever you want.” She gripped the base and pulled, pulling it in and out, Fenris’ tight muscles following the glass in both directions. The pleasure and pain made his eyes roll back. He scratched at the hardwood. His brands flickered. It hurt so good. He was going to be good after this. Hawke wouldn’t want to get rid of him like she did Anders.

There's a new chapter of Anthropophagus out! Hawke is awful again!

archiveofourown.org/works/609068...

#dragonage #da2 #daii #fenhawke #fenders #fenris #fhawke #anders #mywriting #fanfiction

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A full color illustration of Fenris, nude, aside from a sheet around his waist. His arms are raised, his wrists crossed above his head. He has multiple piercings on his face and ears , a pierced nipple, and a pierced belly button. the background is a deep green with glowing pattern that mirrors his brands

A full color illustration of Fenris, nude, aside from a sheet around his waist. His arms are raised, his wrists crossed above his head. He has multiple piercings on his face and ears , a pierced nipple, and a pierced belly button. the background is a deep green with glowing pattern that mirrors his brands

The third variant of my Fenris piece and this is my favorite one. I love him in green.

#dragonage #da2 #fenris #dabsky #myart #fanart #daii

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And Anders takes up the back, a stiff line, only moving when he needs to, to escape range or to get a better vantage point. He has to stay calm and collected, calling enemies to him with mouth taunts so that a blade, a hammer, a bolt, can go through them from behind. He has to keep an eye on everything, always: his mana, his stamina, where the enemies are, how wounded his friends and allies are, where Fenris is.

Fenris has become the most important thing for him to watch in battle. Ever since the elf had shoved him against the wall of the clinic and pressed their lips together, growling out "I do not hate you no matter what you may think. I fear you. I fear myself. Give me your courage." he had become obsessed with proving himself to be trustworthy, that his magic was not a tool against Fenris. They had, poorly, ground against one another that night, and kissed, and nothing more. Anders' dreams, when they weren't nightmares, were all full of dark skin and deep voice and a bruising grip. He needed to keep Fenris safe, more than he did anyone else. He has to show him that his magic could be trusted. He had to show that he could be trusted.

As the last of the men fell to their little party a horde of demons sprang up, some of the corpses they had just made standing back up to fight again. Every time a fight revealed that blood magic was at play Anders' heart ached. They had been too late, he had failed, he couldn't make the point that not all mages were evil bastards if their fear turned them into monsters. These weren't mages that had escaped the circle but something Tevine and Anders would have been too late the moment their mages came into their curse.

And Anders takes up the back, a stiff line, only moving when he needs to, to escape range or to get a better vantage point. He has to stay calm and collected, calling enemies to him with mouth taunts so that a blade, a hammer, a bolt, can go through them from behind. He has to keep an eye on everything, always: his mana, his stamina, where the enemies are, how wounded his friends and allies are, where Fenris is. Fenris has become the most important thing for him to watch in battle. Ever since the elf had shoved him against the wall of the clinic and pressed their lips together, growling out "I do not hate you no matter what you may think. I fear you. I fear myself. Give me your courage." he had become obsessed with proving himself to be trustworthy, that his magic was not a tool against Fenris. They had, poorly, ground against one another that night, and kissed, and nothing more. Anders' dreams, when they weren't nightmares, were all full of dark skin and deep voice and a bruising grip. He needed to keep Fenris safe, more than he did anyone else. He has to show him that his magic could be trusted. He had to show that he could be trusted. As the last of the men fell to their little party a horde of demons sprang up, some of the corpses they had just made standing back up to fight again. Every time a fight revealed that blood magic was at play Anders' heart ached. They had been too late, he had failed, he couldn't make the point that not all mages were evil bastards if their fear turned them into monsters. These weren't mages that had escaped the circle but something Tevine and Anders would have been too late the moment their mages came into their curse.



"I have been quite cruel to you."

"I don't hold it against you."

"I know."

Fenris came closer and answers stopped, not even breathing. Flame danced in those gorgeous green eyes. Fenris reached up and Anders keened when his calloused fingers stroked Anders' cheeks. He leaned into it. His own hands hovered around Fenris' wrists, instinct wanting to hold them in place, understanding keeping him from touching.

"No one has stood up for me like that before," Fenris breathed. When did he get so close? They were breathing one another. "No one has cared to."

"You deserve better."

"I deserve this."

"I have been quite cruel to you." "I don't hold it against you." "I know." Fenris came closer and answers stopped, not even breathing. Flame danced in those gorgeous green eyes. Fenris reached up and Anders keened when his calloused fingers stroked Anders' cheeks. He leaned into it. His own hands hovered around Fenris' wrists, instinct wanting to hold them in place, understanding keeping him from touching. "No one has stood up for me like that before," Fenris breathed. When did he get so close? They were breathing one another. "No one has cared to." "You deserve better." "I deserve this."

Wrote a short fenders fic at work today inspired by a tumblr post

archiveofourown.org/works/62389633

#dragonage #da2 #daii #fenders #anders #fenris #fanfiction #myart

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A tree and some grass. Over it it says "Dragon Age Prompts: Week 3: Blight, Angst, Teratophilia"

A tree and some grass. Over it it says "Dragon Age Prompts: Week 3: Blight, Angst, Teratophilia"

Time got away from me today so here's the DA Weekly Prompt if anyone wants it!

#dragonage #dao #da2 #daii #dai #datv

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“You have done well, Champion,” Danarius said, with that cold sort of voice that always hid his disappointment.

It was who Danarius was speaking to that got Fenris to finally move, to turn his head, and look over his companions. They were all there, from Anders to Varric, standing in a circle around him, none of them moving, just watching him with glassy expressions, as if his existence barely mattered to them.

“And my payment?” Hawke asked, coming into herself, not a solid but a moving thing, living now, eyes hard. When she looked up to Danarius there was a strange glint in her eye, like she was finally getting something that she had always wanted. It made Fenris shudder which, in turn, made his bleeding wounds jolt.

“In full,” Danarius promised. They were both speaking Arcanum, which should have registered that this wasn’t real. It did not.

He slumped and began to drag himself to Hawke, who met him halfway, only to step over him to get to Danarius. The pouch of gold was small, light, and Hawke looked so pleased with herself. She opened the bag and began to count it.

“Hawke,” he rasped, “Hawke, no, you cannot, please.”

“You have done well, Champion,” Danarius said, with that cold sort of voice that always hid his disappointment. It was who Danarius was speaking to that got Fenris to finally move, to turn his head, and look over his companions. They were all there, from Anders to Varric, standing in a circle around him, none of them moving, just watching him with glassy expressions, as if his existence barely mattered to them. “And my payment?” Hawke asked, coming into herself, not a solid but a moving thing, living now, eyes hard. When she looked up to Danarius there was a strange glint in her eye, like she was finally getting something that she had always wanted. It made Fenris shudder which, in turn, made his bleeding wounds jolt. “In full,” Danarius promised. They were both speaking Arcanum, which should have registered that this wasn’t real. It did not. He slumped and began to drag himself to Hawke, who met him halfway, only to step over him to get to Danarius. The pouch of gold was small, light, and Hawke looked so pleased with herself. She opened the bag and began to count it. “Hawke,” he rasped, “Hawke, no, you cannot, please.”

“There is nothing for me to fix,” Justice swore, “You have all the tools you need. I will assist you though, I will stand beside you when you gain the justice that you require.”

“And for now?” It came out as a husky whisper.

“You are aroused,” Justice said, head tilted. He did not understand. The thumb slipped out and trailed over his cheek, leaving a current of sparks in its wake. A shiver responded in Fenris’ tight skin. “I have nothing for this.”

“You do not have to do anything, you have done enough.”

The gauntlet slipped back, behind Fenris’ head, fingers shocking Fenris’ scalp pleasantly. The other slipped down Fenris’ chest, over where there should have been white lines. Fenris’ cock throbbed. It needed friction. It needed cold hard armor. Justice hadn’t been reclining before and yet, when Fenris climbed up onto him, it was easy to do so.

“There is nothing for me to fix,” Justice swore, “You have all the tools you need. I will assist you though, I will stand beside you when you gain the justice that you require.” “And for now?” It came out as a husky whisper. “You are aroused,” Justice said, head tilted. He did not understand. The thumb slipped out and trailed over his cheek, leaving a current of sparks in its wake. A shiver responded in Fenris’ tight skin. “I have nothing for this.” “You do not have to do anything, you have done enough.” The gauntlet slipped back, behind Fenris’ head, fingers shocking Fenris’ scalp pleasantly. The other slipped down Fenris’ chest, over where there should have been white lines. Fenris’ cock throbbed. It needed friction. It needed cold hard armor. Justice hadn’t been reclining before and yet, when Fenris climbed up onto him, it was easy to do so.

Got a new one off for a ship I have not written for before out! Fenris x Justice for the prompt: armor/hurt comfort/chivalriphilia!

archiveofourown.org/works/62317801

#dragonage #da2 #daii #justfen #Fenris #justice #mywriting #fanfiction

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An illustration of Fenris, nude aside from a sheet around his waist, with his hands raised over his head, crossed at the wrists. His hair is a bit longer than in game, he has multiple piercings in his face and ears, and a pierced nipple and belly button

An illustration of Fenris, nude aside from a sheet around his waist, with his hands raised over his head, crossed at the wrists. His hair is a bit longer than in game, he has multiple piercings in his face and ears, and a pierced nipple and belly button

I can't believe how popular the first version of this Fenris piece is! I haven't had any of my art pop off like that! The second version isn't anywhere near as impressive but it's very integral to making the third version (which will be posted tomorrow)

#da2 #daii #dragonage #fenris #fanart #myart

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