Velara, Who Makes Anew

A post game Aubrey that I like. Decided to switch Aubrey to a two-handed warrior.

Athena holding Achilles back in the agora, first chant

are we sure hector didnt deserve it

Go off, Muse, of unhinged Achilles,

who cost the Greeks like so many Ls,

and yeeted countless souls of dank heroes

into Hades' big dark,

making their bodies into snack for doggos

and all kinds of birbs.*

Begin with the how Agamemnon--

CEO of men--

deadass canceled the main character.

*edit

“you have my word” // fenris da2 screenshot redraw

Briala 💘 (pt 2 of 2)

Mods: Brown Briala + Tight Curls + Briala No Mask

it's because the bear wouldn't kill me just for being a woman. the bear doesn't kill me for fun. the bear can be shouted at, and will leave me alone. the bear won't make a tiktok complaining about how i crossed to the other side of the path when i saw him coming. if a bear kills me, it's just being a bear: it cannot understand logic. it is not acting out of malice - just fear or hunger.

bell hooks once wrote about how porches might be the only outside space left for women - it is still the domain of the house while it is also outside-but-safe. when i am in the woods, i am in the bear's home, and he has a right to defend his property. outside spaces - anywhere at night, certain parks in the day - those are often implicitly "owned" by men. i cannot explain the feeling of knowing when you have entered a man's "territory." you walk into a place and just know you are in their space. you get a sick sense - you're in danger.

the other day a group of about 8 men were fooling around in the woods while i walked my dog. i had to go around, take the extra 3 miles just to avoid them. it's okay, i like walking. this wasn't even a #feminism moment. it was just a tuesday.

what a plain and easy question. only one of the situations is seen as a tragic accident. i would rather die and have a park bench erected in my honor rather than have my family questioned about why they let me, an adult, walk in the woods in the first place when i should really be at home in the kitchen.

i worked in retail and food service. i have had women say and do absolutely heinous and abusive things to me - not because i was a woman, but because i was there, and they were angry. the way men treated me when angry was different - it was because i was a woman. you can always feel the difference, how there's an undertone of i'd hurt you worse if i could get away with it. i keep seeing people try to cite stupid statistics. why is there always a strange rage whenever women agree on things? like men can argue their way out of our lived experiences? it isn't a buzzfeed quiz - which of these traumas are you? 10 super cute ways not to fear strange men.

i have actually (thrice!) seen a bear in the wild, by the way. i died each time, obviously, and am a ghost writing to you. (it was scary but completely and utterly fine). the second encounter was a black bear with her cub. she looked at me like - do we have to do this or are we good? my dog was busy sniffing a bush, completely nonreactive. i felt like i was in a sitcom: feminist poet reacts - does she actually mean she'd choose the bear? my only thought was - she's so beautiful. her paws are massive.

and there's a part of me that feels the rage spinning out in a corner. why do we have to come up with quippy little comments in order to teach men empathy. would you rather die in a car accident or due to a mugging? and would you rather your house burn down due to an electrical fire or due to arson? gee willikers - it's almost like we're human people, and want to risk the accident versus the intention.

i would rather my last thought be oh shit, a bear rather than i'm a person too. why doesn't that matter? why don't you care?

Three of my God/dess style pieces inspired by Hades. You can get one too in my commissions!

Send me your Dragon Age OCs, favorite video game character, Tavs, TTRPG hero, or anyone else you want in this style. I have done other nonhuman humanoids too--I love horns!

trust between two people who could easily kill one another (especially when it would be the more sensible option in the scenario) drives me insane. you could kill me. you SHOULD kill me. but you won’t. and i won’t. and i’m going to go a step further and trust you to hold my life in your hands. as i hold yours. wild sick twisted etc

So, when you leave me, I should die I deserve it, don't I?

BLACK SAILS || XX.

I'm useless to 'em up top. Gotta do my part somehow.

sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour

dreams are insaaaane. every night theres a chance ill experience some sort of delight or horror that has the chance to color the entire next day. and it doesnt even require a monthly subscription