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wip wthursday

ty for the tags @greypetrel @shivunin and @dreadcubic <3 consider this a tag back if you want to share more, or for next week if you wish!

remember this post where I posited starting a new WIP instead of working on literally anything I've already started or that has a deadline? you'll never guess what happened

it's fine, I have plany of time (: lucanthia break up be upon ye

“It isn’t working, Lucanis,” she says, as softly as she can. But how does one throw a grenade gently? This was never going to be an easy thing for her to say, even less so for him to hear.

He stills, as much a statue as the faceless Crows that guard the exterior of the estate. “What isn’t?”

“This. Us.” She gestures needlessly between them, for want of something to do with her hands. She takes a deep breath, and twists her fingers in her lap. “I’ve made arrangements to return to the Necropolis. I—“

Her throat catches, and forcing the words out is like pulling a boot from quicksand in the Wetlands. “I leave in the morning.”

He stills further, if that’s possible. “You’re leaving?”

“I am.”

“And when—“ his voice cracks, and she feels her heart echo it, the staccato beat of her pulse jagged and rough. “—when will you be back?”

Like a coward, she closes her eyes. Grief is much easier parsed when it is not her own, when she can see the edges of it without being caught in the wave that swells, violent, threatening to swallow her whole. Tears cling to her lashes, sparkling in the evening sun. Shakily, she lifts her hands to her neck and unhooks the chain she wears there. A ring, golden band and sparkling stone, dangles from the end—its absence leaves a barren feeling on her chest.

It’s not sized for her—perhaps it is telling, that they never bothered. She reaches for Lucanis’ hand and he lets her take it, lets her lower the ring and chain into his palm and curl his fingers around it. She squeezes his hand, and forces herself to meet his eyes.

“I won’t be,” she says, barely a whisper.

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we ride for hope and joy and to thrive, however the world may be

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what i think has to be understood about george’s love for tragedy is that it isnt really “george wont let us be happy because this is big boy fantasy” or “if you think this has a happy ending you havent been paying attention” (lol). he just seems to have an attachment to human fallibility and the melancholy:

and the whole magic of a sunset and what makes it so “moving” is the fact that the sun was there. he also quotes ��despair is the ultimate crime,” and says that despite everything “the important thing is that love, compassion, and empathy with other human beings is still possible. laughter is still possible!” george’s brand of tragedy and melancholy exists to elevate or simply exist along with moments of triumph rather than diminish them, if that makes sense. same with “men’s lives have meaning, not their deaths” and “all men must die, jon snow. but first, we'll live.” the abyss is coming for everybody like we all are looking at the same ending here but tragedy does not define anybody any more than a triumph does

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🐟🐍 need something?

i like drawing marina and neve as those vintage illustrations so this one is based off the cover of 1955 a taste of sin 🙂‍↕️

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Morning light -

(I remembered today it was DA Kiss Week. I won't do all the prompts, but I'd like to at least do a couple, maybe? I wanted to do some exercises this summer, this is a limited palette one.)

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i get mean when i'm nervous, like a bad dog

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A long time coming, but finished in just enough time for art fight!

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🫵 YOU. STOP WHERE YOU ARE

say something nice about prev!!! find something cool about them!! give their blog a skim!!

compliments are FREE TO GIVE so GIVE THEM OUT. pls. thamnk. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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🫵 YOU. STOP WHERE YOU ARE

say something nice about prev!!! find something cool about them!! give their blog a skim!!

compliments are FREE TO GIVE so GIVE THEM OUT. pls. thamnk. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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I forgot I drew these ages ago! Reposting them because I can: The Three Divines.

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🫵 YOU. STOP WHERE YOU ARE

say something nice about prev!!! find something cool about them!! give their blog a skim!!

compliments are FREE TO GIVE so GIVE THEM OUT. pls. thamnk. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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Don’t you wonder what it would be like? A life with meaning, with purpose?

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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(stumbling out of the document covered in blood) ok i wrote 100 words

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twilight girlies

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x of swords

betrayal. grief. failure.

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Rhydian Lavellan, from Inquisition to Veilguard 🌿

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