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#oc#gabe#i havent touched my tablet in like two weeks idk im very rusty#that dragon drawing is uuh two years old#from something i never managed to finish so i gave it a new life on this one#if the flames look like ASS its cus i made them quickly with my gremlin hand okayyyy let me live#nothing in this is polished and that is okay#now i disappear again.... i guess.....
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Something I love about ATLA is that it doesn't force the "forgive the villain" on all the characters. It's been left clear that Ozai is a bad person, and there's no chance of redemption; the only reason he's not dead yet is because Aang is a pacifist
The one episode where a character is supposed to forgive someone who has hurt them in the past is the one where Katara is off to kill a man (which, fair) and Zuko helps. In that episode, even if Aang is telling her to let go, she doesn't forgive him. She never will. But she spares him. Not because she thinks he doesn't deserve death (he does), but because she's not willing to continue the cycle of violence
Killing someone can have a very important impact in your entire being, mostly depending on who you are as a person. Aang would've never recovered from killing Ozai. Katara wouldn't be who she is now, had she taken her revenge on the man that killed her mother
And the best part of it is that Ozai doesn't deserve to die. Not in a "I'm defending him" way (ew), but in a "he deserves worse that than" way
Taking away his bending was the perfect punishment for him. He believed bending made you superior and he never cared enough to train something besides his bending. What a loser. Zuko and Azula wouldn't be restrained by something like that
He's alive. Nobody has forgiven him. Nobody ever will
#on a “ozai deserves smth worse than death” mood#which is. my everyday mood but we're not talking about that#read a fic where ppl were mad ozai was still alive#zuko clarified that he's still alive not only bc that's what aang wanted but bc death would be a mercy for him#that's the man who ruined everybody's life(s). you can't tell me we can just let him die like that#and they're not even torturing him. he's just in prison#but he's so fucking weak that not having his bending = torture#pathetic#honestly what did he even do? his entire family was better than him#zuko was better at any kind of fighting and he learned firebending from the fucking dragons#azula is. azula! she bends blue fire and is the best at lighting n stuff#iroh created a whole new bending technique and broke out of prison w no bending#ursa killed the fucking fire lord#i mean sure ozai can shoot lighting out of his hands. but so can iroh! so can azula!#his 14 year old daughter is better than him#she could kick his ass if she wanted#but that's her dad right there and the obssession she has w pleasing him is straight up unhealthy#man. poor azula#anyways back to the point: ozai is pathetic#loserlord indeed#atla#avatar the last airbender#fire lord ozai#zuko#aang#katara#azula#uncle iroh#avis' post#avis talks
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happy friday mer!!! for your mahariel/alistair, "❛ if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely ❜"
happy dadwc kia and ty for the prompt! it's sad mahariel hours in my house (it's always sad mahariel hours in my house) ;-;
for @dadrunkwriting
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Sari used the cover of darkness to sneak back into Denerim. When she left, months ago, she’d planned to stay away forever. Even now, with corpses cleared and buildings repaired, ghosts lingered on each and every cobblestone.
But she had to come. Her heart beat against the scrap of paper in her breast pocket, an unsigned message in loopy writing: it is built.
When she rounded the corner up Queen’s Row, Sari’s breath caught. Alongside the palace gates stood a new structure, gleaming in the moonlight. A proud, silver-plated griffon perched on the roof, wings unfurled, about to take flight. Piles of flowers and coin and ribbons cluttered the entrance where a magical flame flickered, blue and undying to honor the one who gave his life to save them all.
Sari kept her hood drawn, past the lone guard and all the way up to the shrine. A few pieces of armor (that she knew to be fakes), a glass case over a polished medal, and a sword affixed to the wall above it. That was real—there could be no mistaking the dried flecks of the archdemon’s Blighted blood.
A smooth inscription in the marble read:
Alistair Theirin
Warrior | Grey Warden | Hero of the Fifth Blight
In Death, Sacrifice.
She placed her hands over the words so that she wouldn’t have to see the terrible code that condemned him to die. As soon as her palms touched cool stone, her knees gave way; she sank to the floor and pressed her forehead to it instead, tasting salt on her tongue as tears made their lonely, inevitable journey to the floor.
I miss you, she cried, silent. I cannot do this alone.
She had not been allowed to grieve for Tamlen. But there was no one in this world or the next, no quest or crisis that could keep her from anguish now. Not when her love was gone to ashes.
They should have been heroes together. Or he should be here, and she in the gilded urn, just a legend, a myth. That’s what she would be, anyway. The people who claimed to exalt her did not recognize her pointed ears or tattooed face—their eyes glazed over her where they would have latched on to Alistair.
You should be here.
She could feel the tears ending, for now. Just as well—she could not linger, lest she invite Leliana to descend her perch from the palace. And she could not bear the presence of her friend, not now, no matter how dear, no matter how she’d covered for Sari’s absence with both the crown and the crowds. Her touch was too gentle and forgiving to survive the barbs that Sari would stake into her if they met now.
With shaking hands, she loosed the leather cord from her neck. She felt off-balance without the weight of the tiny vial at her throat, but she set it alongside the other offerings at the shrine. The dark, sludgy concoction within oozed and warped as it settled.
Sari knelt before the shrine once more and pressed a kiss just over his name. How cold the stone was beneath her lips; the hardness sealed itself in her heart as she stood and wiped her face.
Ar lath ma, vhenan.
With each step she took, pieces of her fell away. A myth, a legend, a cautionary tale left in her wake.
The Hero of Ferelden left Ferelden behind.
#my writing#dadwc#mahariel#alistair theirin#dao#dragon age fanfic#dragon age origins#mahariel x alistair#warden x alistair#sari x alistair#oc: sari mahariel#ws: the old life haunts the new
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The way this fandom treats Sunny and Qibli really frustrates me, and I know a lot of the time it's because this fandom (unsurprisingly) skews younger but it really demonstrates to me that people really don't understand what trauma can do and how when people say "traumatized people can act very differently", people don't actually internalize what that means.
#it's old news but it really eats at me#I want to analyze sunny/qibli thru being childhood abuse survivors and I feel like I'm walking on eggshells when I do#also it would involve me talking abt traumatizing experiences in my life and that's wayyy too vulnerable for my dragon book blog#idk if ppl want it I will deliver but for now I'm just gonna be salty#I won't lie it's genuinely one of the reasons I've drifted away from wof#the popularity of evil Qibli aus on tumblr and ignoring Sunny as a main character makes it harder for me to enjoy the tumblr wof fandom
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A life given,
a life returned.
#dragon's dogma 2#dd2#syl & winnie#no i know i already posted the tattoo before but i’m still insane about it#or maybe i’ve gotten worse#but it’s funny i gave her a matching tattoo bc Cute and then the plot (& the ending To Me) just made it painfully symbolic#ouuughhhhhhh#the faded old tattoo his old life faded a new one flower i’m sick etc etc#someone should’ve held me back
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some lads from the drafts,,, just lil guys
#character art#dragon character#dragon#dragon oc#original character#character design#my art?#my oc art#alpine#just a buncha alpines that are too old to bother with posting individually#especially bc I will never ever remember#ft a pride icon example and a first pass at a reference/fullbody design#makes me want to draw him again i missed my lil dude#his design is still a wip i just chucked together a vague ref bc I kept mixing up his new markings#all around 3-4 (?) months old#ah the times before my entire goddamn life was Just Dog
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When we talk about nostalgia we generally talk about our childhood, but what’s something fairly recent-ish you’re somehow already nostalgic for? 🌈
#in 2021 I started watching Game of Thrones with a friend/guy I was kind of seeing. I don't miss him or the rest of the friend group#but I get nostalgic for the drive to the city where he lived and how we'd drive around lisening to music and finding some place cool to eat#and then sit on the couch watching a show that was absolutely blowing my dragon-loving mind#also when animal crossing new horizons first came out in 2020 and I was off work and stuck in the apartment and would play AC and watch#old shows for hours#slightly further back but I get nostalgic for when I was like 20 and would stay up until like 3am playing Fallout 4#because it was the best thing I had in my life#additionally unrelated but the other day my BF and I were sitting on our patio feeding the geese and he put his arm around me and said#''we'll miss this one day''#and it made me smile because I say/think that all the time and he didn't know that
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Imagining Zevran sitting behind a rich wooden table with his feet resting on the surface as he lounges back into the wide back of a chair, hair loose, spilling over his shoulders and the deep neck of his tunic. There's a metal plate on the table in front of him, holding the shell of a cracked open pomegranate, it's juice dripping and pooling beneath it. He holds a silver knife in one hand, its blade slicked with the same juice. If you didn't know better you'd swear it was blood. The other hand holds a piece of the fruit close to his mouth, though his thumb is pressed into his bottom lip, smearing a droplet of crimson while others slip down his chin, into the corners of the dark, knowing smile full of teeth he offers to the one who has found him like this.
#dragon age#dragon age origins#zevran arainai#file this under 'things lilou wishes terribly she could draw but knows her skills aren't there yet'#listen just#give me this man dripping in 'blood'#stained in it from the death of his old life#while feasting on sweet seeds#the promise of new life new potential#is it too early on a Sunday for this?#maybe#oh well
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The problem with supporting myself solely with contract work for ten years, where monthly pay ranges from "king of remote gigs" to "$12 in three months," is that, no mind I have a steady 8-5 job now, no mind I am as maximally busy as I can be, the second I receive another contract message, "Hey can you --" I am hopping on it saying, "YES!" and accepting the job.
#survival mode does not die the second you have built-in stability#rotflh#in unrelated news: gonna have a few more contract hours this week BWAHAHA#blabbing Haddock#my life#non-dragons#before folks be like 'dude let up'#I enjoy this#and I chose this#let a burnt out old old valedictorian who still craves her school days >10 years ago#have fun playing 'ambition' for a week#even if 'ambition' just means 'bravely accepting a contract'
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Made a hilarious thing.
May have some nsfw implied due to the mention of puh,i will censor somewhat just for courtesy tho i don't think people care because i aint showing nothin
But in case you can't read it
Shang tsung: *swishes beard like pai mei off of kill bill* "you couldn't handle shao kahn,what makes you think you can handle that rare pink pearled pu**y,virgin monk?"
Kung lao: *angy* *thinking to himself* "virgin my ass you crusty old fuck, i was here first!"
Liu kang: "uhh...lao,take it easy man"
Johnny cage: "HELL YEAH LAO MY DUDE,KICK HIS CRUSTY OLD SLEAZY ASS!!!!"
Me: *awkward walking away*
#my art#used a base#mortal kombat#shang tsung#shang tsung elder#shang tsung mortal kombat#❤🐉the dragon's perch🐉❤#kung lao#liu kang#Johnny cage#of course johnny is having the time of his life#meanwhile liu is hella concerned#lao is seething#shang is being well shang#not safe for work implied#like I'd be so awkward#being old main and new main are fighting#lol
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i was tagged by @shadowglens and @risingsh0t to make some ocs in this picrew. thank you so much besties, i loved this picrew so much!! <3
vesper moxley (cp2077) • victoria gray (cp2077)
joelle knight (fo4) • nina bower (fo4)
selene (oblivion) • hiraeth (skyrim)
tagging: @uldwynsovs @arklay @devilbrakers @nuclearstorms @morvaris @girlbosselrond @indorilnerevarine @moiragf @cultistbase @faarkas @steelport @nokstella @reaperkiller @malefiicarum @brujah @calenhads @lightwardens @aelyosos and whoever else wants to do this or that i missed bc i'm terribly forgetful sorry!!
#tag games#warning i accidentally infodumped in the tags i'm sorry ignore me 😔 ckjsdhdskj#made this based on relationships idk why jdksd. victoria is vesper's bestie 4 life & first gf. joelle & nina my fave wlw married couple#and then for the last one. listen. i've resurected a very old oc and i'm still not so sure but i miss skyrim so bad. they idea is that#they are related as in hiraeth is a descent of selene bc i think dragonborn=martin septim's child> family line going forward until we#have our little hiraeth. i never thought of selene & martin having a kid in canon (only stupid ideas of an au) but u know. what if. she#still ends up in the shivering isles tho and becomes sheogorath. hiraeth's bloodline having like an emperor & a daedric prince. OK KING!!#much to think about tbh. not sure if they/she(probably he too. thinking of their gender as therapy for myself) will stick as nord or maybe#wood elf too like selene. or maybe even dunmer?? it makes no sense fjkdfhk IDK. literally i HAVE so much to think for them#also their name came to me bc i read the welsh word Hiraeth that basically means 'a mixture of longing yearning nostalgia homesickness'#+ 'an expression of an empty desire and grief over a past life or place' and with drangonborns i like to push the idea of 'maybe they were#actual dragons in a past life and now human' u know?? so i thought it was sooo fitting. i also like the idea of the more dragon souls#they absorb the more their features turn..dragonesque?? draconic jkfdhfkdsj idk i love them very much (:#(i have no idea how dragon in past life + martin's bloodline can fit but i'm literally only vibing rn)#i want to replay skyrim SO bad but i need someone to hold my hand so tightly as they help me set up mods for this game bc i never played#skyrim with mods (collective gasp) and i have no idea of what to pick ecc especially bc everything..breaks with a snap of fingers so yea ri#SORRY for talking so much i get excited about new things (my oc in this case) so easily..#oc: vesper#oc: victoria#oc: joelle#oc: nina#oc: selene#oc: hiraeth#ALSO FUCK OFF JOELLE IS SOOOOOOOOO CUTE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!
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I don't know why I asked
A messy comic based on a conversation the warden can have with Wynne that has haunted me ever since I first played Origins.
#ama doodles#dragon age#dragon age origins#wynne dragon age#surana (oc)#surana#something about how wynne advises them to find peace in their new life. how at one point she had to probably say the same things to herself#how the warden can never go back to their old life. and how for the magi warden they Never got to have a normal life#spinning them around in my mind#dont pay attention to closely to the details lol this is very much a somewhat cleaned up sketch#sorry for my messy handwriting lol
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People who don't get SNW!Spock's characterization clearly never watched BBC Merlin and the batshit character development baby Merlin gets, and it shows.
#Where No Man Has Gone Before and Then Some#star trek#An Old Dragon Gossips about a Kng and a Merlin#bbc merlin#merlin#spock#snw spock#strange new worlds#like homies you get how a character can get darker right? How relationships can sour?#how our mains could look nothing like they do in the future because life changes them? no? in your mind everything stays the same always?#I swear knowing the future of tos is making some people insufferable around here
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"it’s not your fault." for mahariel and tamlen?
thank you for the prompt! it's exactly what you'd imagine, I went for the low-hanging angst on this one ;-;
for @dadrunkwriting
She jolted awake at the tugging in her gut.
Darkspawn.
Her bow was in her hand before she’d even thought about it, the ghost of her body heat on the bedroll beside Zevran. It was hardly the first time the camp had been ambushed and Sari doubted it would be the last.
She loaded and shot arrows as if in a fog. Load, tense, shoot. Load, tense, shoot. Morrigan was at her side and she aimed around Zevran and Alistair and Leliana’s melee positions through nothing more than reflex. The last spawn on the field fell to Sten’s blade, but a surprised gasp from Leliana had Sari on edge.
“What?” she snapped, too tired for any niceties.
“It’s…” the rogue faltered, uncertain. “Well, look!”
One spawn still stood, only the slightest hunch in their stance and an unblemished face. No, not unblemished, Sari realized, but marked with vallaslin. Without the balding scalp he might have been—
“Tamlen—“ Sari whispered.
His gaze had locked on her and when she said his name he fled, leaving the range of Zevran’s dagger without a second thought.
“No!” Sari cried, and she chased him with just as little thought, fingers catching Zevran’s wrist before he could release the blade he’d lifted to throw. Not letting her eyes leave the retreating silhouette, she slung her bow over her shoulder and dodged her companions faster than they could move to stop her.
He’d always been taller than her, faster, only ever felled in their childish exploits by her sharp cunning. That would be the case here, as well, unless—
“Lethallin, sathan!” she called desperately.
Right at the edge of disappearing into the forest, he paused. Sari skidded to a stop in a shower of pine needles.
“Lethallin,” she repeated, soft but no less dire.
He turned around.
Fenhedis, she thought, biting her tongue to keep the word from hissing between her teeth. His eyes were sunken deep in their sockets, gone black where they were once rings of pale blue. Cheekbones and a sharp nose gave him the facsimile of a face, but the way his skin pulled taught over them looked false, as though someone had strung him back together in their imagination of what an elf should look like. All of his veins stood out—stark, black, so many and so prominent that they blurred together and made his skin look muddy and dark.
Sari reached for him, but he flinched away.
“No,” he croaked. “Don’t touch me. I’ll…hurt you.”
She shook her head. “Stubborn fool,” she choked out. Despite his words, she pressed forward and caught his face between her hands, bringing their foreheads together.
“You can’t hurt me,” she whispered. “Can’t you feel it, Tam? Beating through me, just like you.”
“No…” he said hoarsely. “Not…you too…..”
“Not yet. But someday. Someday soon.”
A wail of despair tore from him and Sari heard her companions shifting uneasily behind them.
“For what, lethallin,” her friend sobbed. “What was it all for?”
At that, Sari could no longer look at his anguished face. Her legs gave out beneath her and she let them; they crumpled to the forest floor in a twisted tangle of limbs. It was so familiar and also not—like breathing only to find what you’d inhaled wasn’t oxygen at all.
Hadn’t she wondered the same, a hundred times over? Since this all started? When the Keeper turned her over to Duncan, when she woke up in Flemeth’s hut, when every supposedly sworn ally had demanded some sort of favor for their allegiance? And yet she had no answer to give him, because she had found no answer for herself. In lieu of that, she buried her face in his shoulder and rocked them back and forth through her silent tears and his wracking sobs.
When she pulled away, his grief had streaked in black blood down his cheeks. The sight jolted her and an idea blossomed, a thought, that maybe—maybe, just this once—
Without loosening her grip around Tamlen, Sari looked over her shoulder. In her peripheral she could see Zevran comforting Leliana even as the assassin watched her with no small amount of concern. Most of the others were collecting the corpses for burning, but the one she wanted was stood just slightly off to the side of Zevran and Leliana, locked on the exchange with a mix of horror and worried fascination.
“Alistair,” she called. Her voice came out as a croak, but he seemed to understand and stumbled forward.
“Sari,” he said uncertainly, eyes darting between them. “What can I do?”
She swallowed against a dry throat. “I—can we—he’s Tainted, like I was, so we can—“
Alistair was quite smart and he saw her line of thought even through her fragmented request. He fell to his knees besides them and the sorrow etched on his face crushed Sari as surely as any ogre.
“It’s—he’s…no, Sari, we can’t.” Alistair caught her lightly by the shoulder, hesitant, as if she might recoil from his touch, but she merely sagged into it, though her arms around Tamlen remained as vigilant as ever. “He’s too far gone to the Blight. I’m sorry, but even the Joining can’t help him now.”
He glanced away, wincing. “Nothing can except…well, except a quick death.”
It was Sari’s turn to wail, because what was the point, why had she suffered through all of this religious shemlen nonsense, so many thinly veiled insults, sleepless nights and painful days. the lives of Clan Zathrian gone—
And for what? To fail her best friend a second time?
“He’s right,” Tamlen croaked. He seemed to have overcome his reticence to touching her, either through her assurances or through the Taint he could surely feel coursing through her. He ran his calloused hands up over her ears and down her braid, a motion as familiar to her as her own touch and it made her sob harder. Who else would ever know her so well? Who else could touch her like this, bring her back to the moment when all else was lost?
“Lethallin,” he murmured roughly. “It is not your fault.”
“Of course it is!” she snapped, her anger as wet as a raging storm. “I should have stopped you, I should have dragged you out of that damn ruin, I should have—“
She broke off with a sob, fingers fisting in the straps of his armor. “I should have saved you. I should be able to save you now.”
“It was my decision,” he insisted gently. “It was my decision and you could not have changed it.”
“What does that matter, now? Whoever’s fault it was, we’re still here, you’re still—“
He caught her face between his hands and for a disorienting moment Sari could feel the pulse of the Taint under his skin and it reverberated off the Sound in her own veins. She blinked, stymied.
“It matters,” he said, “because after this you will go on. And I would not have you drag my corpse with you like a cuff about your ankle.”
He brushed her still-falling tears from her cheeks and she forced herself to meet his gaze, because she could feel the anguish and fear coming off him in waves. His Blighted eyes were fixed on her and in them she saw a lifetime past and a stolen future.
“Remember me, lethallin,” he whispered. “Remember me, but let me go. I would not have my memory be a heavy weight in your chest when it could bring a smile to your lips instead.”
He brought their lips together and she tasted blood and Blight and she could not distinguish the two, but she kissed him with all the desperation, with all the longing and yearning and the wishing that there was something, anything, she could do to turn the time back just enough to save him.
When they parted, he’d pulled her dagger from the place she’d always kept it at the small of her back. He pressed the hilt to her palm and smiled, a sad, painful twist of his lips that came more as a grimace.
“Please, lethallin.” His voice was like gravel. “I would ask no other.”
Sari stared down at the simple blade, and at his Blighted reflection in the steel. Her hand tightened on his shoulder and what had been an anchoring grip moments before became a point of leverage.
“Ar lath ma,” she breathed. He nodded once, closed his eyes—
She drove the knife home.
#my writing#dadwc#sari x tamlen#oc: sari mahariel#ws: the old life haunts the new#dao#dragon age fic#dragon age
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i wanna go Home
#i always forget this scene exists bc it's too painful so my body / mind represses the hell out of it every time#IT'S SO FREAKING RUDE#tdp callum#the royal family of katolis#s2#2x06#dragons liveblogs#hiatus hoedown rewatch#THE WAY HE'S SMILING AS HE TURNS AROUND#HIS LIL FACE#harrow bending down to get on his level the same way he does for ezran#the way the doors close in on him closing in like claustrophobia#a lil 6 yr old boy getting the worst news of his entire life
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old and dumb people in westeros: *gasps* *clutches pearls* rhaenyra losing her virginity?? what lOrD would wAnT hEr NoW!! BeTrAyAl
laenor and joffrey: oh yeah she sure fcked her knight, well time to get married and have an opened marriage
#house of the dragon#hotd lb#hotd spoilers#the way laenor didn't care for one SECOND that maybe rhaenyra wasn't 'pure' LOL#it really felt like old beliefs vs new ways of living life#and i'm here for it
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