The top image is a reference to show what each set of silks looks like on it’s own.
The golden tail bangle is broken because it’s not semitransparent. It’s opaque, and won’t show what’s beneath it unlike all the other things.
Because of how I made these (where each full set is a layer), where the wing silks overlap the sash is a little funky. For best results when dressing a real dragon layer both colors of one piece over both colors of the other piece for better looking layering.
Colors may vary a bit from breed to breed.
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There we go. I can’t believe I did it. Finally. I do apologise again for the long wait. I truly appreciated your patience and I do hope you’ll love the second and last chapter as well. I read all your comments, tags and reblogs, and I treasured all of them. Thank you for the time you spend reading my work!
“There you are.”
Dorian’s voice interrupted her reading, as the mage marched inside
the hidden library under Josie’ office “Why are you working here,
in this dark and smelly place?” “It’s not smelly!” Demetra
protested weakly, closing the ancient volume in front of her. She
wasn’t able to concentrate in any case. Yawning, the Inquisitor rubbed her
swollen eyes. Blessed Maker, she needed a good night of sleep so badly.
Dorian shrugged “I’m glad at least you tidied up this place a
bit. Now, I’m here to invite you to have a drink with your handsome
Tevene friend.” “I don’t drink, Dorian.” she forced a smile
“And I fear I wouldn’t be a good company today.” “Fine.” Dorian
sat graciously on the simple seat in front of her desk “Let’s skip the tavern part, it was an excuse anyway, and arrive straight to the
explanations.” “About?” she prompted, leaning heavily on her
more luxurious seat. “About why you barely eat, speak, and
spend your time hidden in this library.” She bit her lip,
lowering her eyes “Dorian, I would rather not…” “And why
Cullen spends his time buried between his reports and the armory,
brooding more than usual, and scaring the living life out of whoever
tries to make him sleep, eat or speak.” Demetra clenched her
jaw, looking at some scratches on the old desk surface. She didn’t
want to talk about their fight. She didn’t want to say aloud how
badly she had messed up. She didn’t want to tell Dorian she had tried
to speak to Cullen, just to have him avoiding her. She was
sleeping in her bad alone since three days now, and she had no idea
how to fix this. If this was something she could fix. Maker knew that
if the situation was reverted she would put Cullen through the Void, so
she truly couldn’t blame him for being so mad at her. “Demetra.”
Dorian’s voice was soft and he leant on the desk, grabbing gently the
hand she was fisting “Fights between lovers can’t be solved
refusing to talk to each other.” “I tried.” she said, her
glare fixed on their hands “He didn’t listen.”
This is based off the original telephone game post, using Seto Kaiba as our character for the game! Thank you so much to all of the artists for your wonderful work and for your patience!!! This was tons of fun to do :D
How about DAI Companions react to a badass and scary-looking Inquisitor who's actually a big sensitive softy? Like, 'accidentally hit a nug with a stray spell and cried for ~20 minutes' - level of softness.
Cassandra: Makes disgusted noises. Repeatedly.
Blackwall: He just laughs about it.
Iron Bull: He thinks it’s hilarious, but he tries to encourage them to use their looks to intimidate people.
Sera: She thinks it’s hysterical. “Aww, did the big softy get a widdle scared?” she teases.
Varric: Their nickname is Softy. There’s no changing it. Ever.
Cole: He loves it. They’re good and gentle and act like it.
Dorian: Has to bite back laughter every time shit like that happens. He’s seen people with half of the Inquisitor’s level of scariness being used as terrifying bodyguards in Tevinter, and this is how the Herald acts.
Vivienne: She tries to change their behavior– their looks could be beneficial in Orlais, in the Game, and takes great strides to harden them.
Solas: Sighs. Repeatedly.
Cullen: He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say a thing.
Leliana: Snickers, but does little else.
Josephine: She actually really likes it. She feels a lot more at ease around them as a result.