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WHEN YOU WEAR YOUR COAT, YOU WEAR MY SOUL — shivers, disco elysium

you move through my streets freely in motor carriages and on foot. you have access to the hidden places. I need you. You can keep me on this earth. Be vigilant. I love you.

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wip for an art trade!

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not a wip anymore!

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wip for an art trade!

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You cannot tell me that reblogs aren’t powerful. With the right person sharing your stuff, you can blow up overnight. Never think that sharing a writer’s stories won’t have an impact because you have a handful of followers.

Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm like TikTok and IG, so stories won’t just magically come to you here. Those posts that you love so much showing up on your dashboard? That’s the people you follow sharing the things they love.

I received a message from someone that humbled me. I teared up because my one little reblog kept them from quitting. I will never gate keep someone else’s stories if I enjoy them. That’s the point of this blog—to share the things I love.

I said all that to say…reblog the things you like, please. You have just as much of an impact on fandom culture and its circulation as creatives do.

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Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have the exact features of a savage art critic. Disheveled and prophetic.

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Stromae, Pomme - “Ma Meilleure Ennemie” (from Arcane Season 2) [Official Music Video]

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wip someday

tagged by: @bodysnatch3r

tagging: ✨ steal it and tag me

this is a snippet a starter from my Inquisitor Lavellan

There was a sort of peace to be had in the centre of the storm. Not in the eye of it, but in the screaming that surrounded it. To know, so comfortably so, that you were nothing but another particle within it. There was nothing quite so grounding as knowing that you belonged to this world just as entirely as the torn cliffs. To exist as barely a glimpse of a distant light. Not part of a crowd of heartbeats, so to speak, but of pulses. Asharen, despite the fear, was growing comfortable in the deep unsettling roaring of a wind that knew nothing but a continuous, unending rage.

and also, a small work in progress portrait of said inquisitor with the inspo. that being said this drawing is so early in the progress it's not even really a wip yet lmao

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Banal nadas. Ar lath ma, vhenan. Vir shiral malasa, bellanaris.

There is no fate, but the love we share, my heart. We make this journey together, always.

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Disco Elysium (2019) - digital illustration.

“Golden brown, finer temptress Through the ages she's heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown” - The Stranglers.

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TO LOVE IN THE SHAPE OF ONE'S ABSENCE

no se puede amar solo ilusiones. qué agonía este querer, qué oscuridad en este amanecer. hoy la lluvia a mí me está mojando. el cielo está arriba quebrando. (you can’t love only ilusions. what agony is this want. what darkeness in this sunrise. today the rain drenches me. the sky above me is breaking)

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I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS TYPE OF ANIMAL ANYMORE

These guys are compromised. All of them.

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I'm doing a thing

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mien'harel [gen; adult]

CHARACTERS:Solas; Felassan; Mythal; Ghilan'nain; Andruil; Imshael; Geldauran; Anaris; Abelas; Original Elvhen Characters.

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas & Felassan; Solas/Felassan (Slow Burn); Solas & Mythal; Solas & Original Elvhen Characters.

RATING & WARNINGS: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death. This fic does not follow Veilguard's established lore for Solas, as it was drafted much earlier than the game's release.

A spirit is called from the world that dreams into the world that wakes. He is given the name Solas, and then he is told to forget he ever was a spirit at all. He grows up as the son of a scullery maid, a servant of Mythal the All-Mother, and knows no life but the life of the incarnated. Until his brother is kidnapped by Andruil, on the hunt for fresh blood to feed her Champion's vile experiments. Solas attempts to petition Mythal for his brother's release, but is offered an alternative instead: work for the Mother of the Evanuris, rise through the ranks, and gain enough power to free his brother himself. But unknown to him, and to the other Evanuris, history is being nudged (or perhaps shoved), and Solas will soon find himself in the position to change the course of Elvhenan forever.

PART ONE: ALL NEW

CHAPTER TEN

Anaris fell upon them from above. She did not even have to look at him. He brought his blade down towards Her with both hands, roaring, howling, desperate, unable to stop himself and already doomed. And even in despair, the red sang, striking the gold of Her spear. Song met light. Anaris crashed into the shockwave, was thrown away from them, and Andruil finally deigned to turn and face him. “What is this?” She cackled, Anaris shakily rising to his feet, and Her hand gripped Solas' face, carved red crescent-moon welts in his cheeks, even as She looked towards Her would-be attacker, “An ambush? Am I betrayed, Acolyte? Did these ungrateful vermin sway you so easily to their hopeless cause? How gladly shall I tell the Mother of your betrayal! How gladly shall I take you as my war-prize, and fuck the insubordination out of you! Why, you are all the same. Without our benevolence to guide and nurture you, you would grovel in the dirt of your own pride. With the dogs—” Enraged, She yanked him downward. He screamed and bucked against the fear, desperate to find his magic despite the Lyrium ropes searing it out of him, grasping for whispers, coming up silent. She let go of his face as his head spun with terror. “—Like the dogs.” She had another quarry, now.

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

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orla "rook" mercar . rook. shadow dragon agent . magekiller . playlist

one, nothing wrong with me, two, nothing wrong with me. three, nothing wrong with me. let the bodies hit the floor. // fuck you, I won't do what you tell me // parla, la gente purtroppo parla. non sa di che cosa parla. (Unfortunately people talk. they talk, they don't know what the fuck they talk about.) // big man tells you where to go. tell them it's good, tell them okay. don't do a goddamn thing they say. // I'm on the bend, and it's a long way round of who I am and what I'm talking about. // I'll make you face this now. // You depend on our protection yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth. // live by a couple deadly sins just to make sure I finish what you began. // Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass. You built this ship. And you'll go down with it.

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Eir Ingellvar ft. a standard Mourn Watch uniform, trust me 🫴🏻✨ and so so many freckles.

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Inquisitor Asharen Lavellan

Aunque le ponga azúcar a la política, tiene sabor a cemento (even if you sweeten politics, it still tastes like cement)