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[unsoundnovel]

card of keys. sender picks a lock to help the receiver escape. //for iron bull~

"You're embarrassing me in front of my men," The Bull tuts, voice rough as it is warm, a secondhand worn leather belt around the waist with pock marks from age and use, inviting even as he admonishes her and them both. And yet he leans his forehead gentle, near reverent against the bars of the cage anyway, idly watches her fingers twirl and poke the lockpick into the key. They almost blur, how many fingers does she have, a dark orange nickelodeon in the light, five cents for five little moving pictures layered on top of each other, swirling. Five, four, seven, nine, ten? What a shitty spy The Iron Bull makes. His people weep, he smiles deeper and drunker, grey cheeks creasing further still, both a cat and curdled cream at the thought.

The bars are moist with dew and sweat and cool to the touch against the low, damp heat of the torches on the wall. It was a beautiful, raucous summer night, when they were all arrested for indecency. He can still hear the crickets, still hear the echoes of the Whistle’s music and stomping boots and his own loud crooning in wicked foreign tongues in the insects' loud leg violining calling them outside. Bull's chest is soft and relaxed as he slouches forward. His skin only pricks awake when he gently hefts his whole weight in her direction, his perpetual lazy swagger. It's a gesture that shows more exhaustion than he feels. But he always feels tired. He's not half the man he used to be, anymore.

"We had a plan, you know."

Drunken Chargers peek open an eye from under or over their arms on the ground. Some have formed a neat, ritual-sacrifice circle star of heads on thighs or ale-round stomachs. Others just slump back, dead to the world as they snore and slurp wet drool spittle down flushed cheeks, backs against the wall, feet splayed in front, heads somewhere vaguely in the messy dreamland in between.

"Cell's cheaper than an inn. Some of em smell better, too."

Bull scratches the tip of his horn against the metal bars like an antler against tree bark, a blade against whetstone, his eye flickering over to the real target, here, a Tal-Vashoth "mercenary" who knows too much.

The young man, no more than twenty, with big, soft, wet eyes, and scarred and mangled flesh around his broken horn nubs, looks at him, wide-eyed with fear, his top-skinny arms around his trembling knees, shaking, the silent hiccups down the streak of tears making him seem to jolt and reverb like popcorn popped. He pissed himself hours ago, and he reeks of that and anxiety sweat. Of course, that smell could just be one of The Chargers. They could all use a good bath after all this.

When the kid blinks, its like flinching, like he's slapping himself to stay awake, and the tears just keep flowing, silent wave after silent wave that could make the ocean jealous in their grey eternity. Bull wonders if the kid wants to be dead. Bull wonders if he wants to kill him. But that's a story for the morning.

The Bull sticks a finger out between the bars. He hasn't decided if he wants to leave yet. This makes their plan a little messy. It'd be easier just to tell her to leave, that they planned to leave on their own time after….

His finger puckers towards the boy, a sour lemon squeeze. "You gonna help my little buddy out, too?" He grins at him.

The kid gasps and kicks himself, squirming, crawling to the back of the cell.

There is…. Probably more afoot here than the ex-warden commander knows.

Things just got a lot more complicated for them both.

[iedistis]

Those dim, early morning dreams

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[liltaireissocute]

[zipsunz]

tradian highland cow and montarian ermine

[14dayswithyou]

what is ren's schedule for the 28th? 💚☔️🩷

if it's not too much of a spoiler can i ask what the most fucked up thing that can happen involving our pretty boy? is totally ok if you can't answer this!

⌞♥⌝ Wahhh asking me for the most fucked up events feels a bit subjective (as it all depends on the person), but I will say that—

CW: 14DWY spoilers under the cut!! Also minor depictions of gore, torture, etc.

Depending on the Decay meter and everyone's affinity points, the player can potentially unlock a scene where Ren will literally carve off another character's face and wear it like a second skin. (He just wants to be Angel's ideal type, after all!! ^^)

And depending on the Decay and Purity meter, there's also another unlockable scene where Angel can essentially dehumanise(?) Ren and treat him like a wild animal T_T He'll sleep in a cage (or on the floor like in day 1 ghshjg), eat whatever scraps Angel feeds him, and kinda just?? act like how he would around his father in hopes of appeasing them.

I've also mentioned this a few times before, but there will also be an unlockable cannibal scene, a torture scene (Angel is not the one being tortured /gen), a red room scene, and your basic Room Tour After Getting Kidnapped scene <3 But I feel like they're all kinda self-explanatory, so I won't delve further kgjdfjgj

But, again, these are just some things that I personally consider to be the tiniest bit fucked up. However, others might have differing opinions once the full game is published, and I also don't want to reveal everything that will be in the game, as I feel like that takes away the fun of blindly experiencing something for the first time.

Also!! I want to reiterate once more that all these scenes (except one) are conditional and dependent on the player's choices! You can 100% go down a pacifist route where Ren is a Normal Guy With Normal Intentions — and you won't ever be pressured into making certain choices either. At its core, 14DWY is a game that shapes itself around the player's tastes and interests...

...Much like Ren.

[leopardmuffinxo]

Lace Harding | Dragon Age: The Veilguard – Get to Know Your Companions

[rainyfey]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Okarun was crying and begging for Momo to run away! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MY BONES D,: This is so well done, it really conveys fear and anguish! I congratulate you, your art is amazing :D... What other negative effects could Okarun's curse have? Thank you

Omg anon you made my day when you sent this!!! Thank you so so much for taking the time to write such lovely things 😭💕 I'm very flattered that you liked that little detail so much! I had wondered if I'd written it too messily for anyone to read XD

Anyhoo, here is a sketch page for you~

I'm more of a draw-er than a words-er, but I wanted to ramble a bit here under the cut ^^ Thanks again for the ask, I am so happy to have another reason to yap about Turbo Okarun~

While I'm glad that the manga/anime didn't spend too much time on Okarun's struggles in canon, I am having So Much Fun thinking of ways to torture this guy haha. We see him complaining that the curse hurts him in the first half of the season, but he doesn't actually seem to end up with any lasting damage! In my mind, it'd make sense for him to end up more fatigued or to suffer from random nosebleeds or other internal injuries due to the curse manipulating his body the way it does.

I also looooved the instances in episodes 5/6 when he transformed without meaning to! Very fun to see his emotions getting the better of him~

Now, if I were a fic writer, I would be so interested in exploring physical side effects in something like a sick fic. What if he detransforms and finds that he can't warm back up? Still corpse-cold like his yokai form instead of human temperature? Or, I could take a page out of NatsuYuu's book and have him come down with a cold/fever as a consequence of some of his tougher fights? Lots of good potential for angst there, for sure ^^

And lastly, what if he was on a timer the minute he transformed?? What if staying transformed and going all out began chipping away at his sanity? It's not his power, after all. Stay in Turbo Mode too long and suddenly he's a prisoner in his own mind. The curse takes over and he's just along for the ride, no longer able to control his body. >:3

Aaand that's it for now! Thank you for your support and for listening to my rambling haha. I hope you enjoyed the art/headcanons ^^

[diminuel]

Give my man back his fur coat. I am holding you at gun point with a watergun.

That luxurious fur coat that is definitely fake fur cause he is an animal lover.

Okay okay okay! Fur coat restored!

But can I also suggest that his previous coat met a tragic fate and this is why he doesn't have any in Windmill Village?

(Either this or Luffy spit on it *lol* Luffy's definitely to blame one way or another.)

[abyssal-ilk]

something something the body of the inquisitor responds to the anchor as if it is an infection and attempts to treat it by burning it out through fevers, sweating it out, purging, even bleeding it out. and for mage inquisitors it interferes with their magic, potentially causing seizures as the anchor causes misfires. not to mention nerve damage going up the inquisitor's arm and spreading as the anchor continues to spread, muscle stiffness, ect.

aka guess who's writing that fic with dorian and vivienne i said i'd write >:). anyone have any anchor headcanons they want to share? give em to me 🖐

[cursed-candlehop]

I do kinda wish the Grand Necropolis/Nevarra had taken some more notes from the catacomb saints, tbh. Emmlich's outfit has shades of it, but like. Southern Germany and Austria (already part of the inspiration for Nevarra) have an entire tradition of exquisitely bedazzled skeletons:

(cropped from This Wikimedia Commons Picture which isn't even remotely the most intricate or delicately crafted example, but it's the only good photo I'm aware of that's published under a CC license lmao. Uh, here's a buzzfeed article of all things (yes, I know) with some good pictures: click. There's also an entire book by Paul Koudounaris about catacomb saints, which most of the really good photos are taken from)

Point is, Nevarra has oodles of grave gold, a shitload of articulated skeletons AND a strong death culture and general artistic bend. In my humble opinion, half the Mortalitasi should be busy full-time creating incredibly intricate gold-wire bobbin lace to wrap their dead nobles in.

And yes, I'm fully planning to do art about this at some point, but I'm also notoriously fond of drawing nothing but portraits and notoriously really bad at details. So, uh. Anyone else feel like taking that concept and running with it?

[unsoundnovel]

DORIAN PAVUS: BG3 VERSE.

human necromancer, son to a secret society of bane cultists in waterdeep, who call themselves “the venatori.”

if interested in interacting with this character in this verse, give a like!

dorian’s father was not the leader of the venatori, per se, but he was certainly one of its greatest sponsors. as a child, dorian watched as strange people and creatures from all walks of life came into their estate—and warched, ever more curious and warily, as certain people, the poor chief among them, did not walk out, or walked out… changed. it was an average occurrence, and yet, the older he got, the stranger it seemed.

dorian never knew if his family or his own personal quirks, or superior skill, were the reason other boys decided to fight him. he was shuffled from academy to academy around waterdeep, eventually ending up lonely and in the wrong crowds and company, taking to drinking and sleeping off his stupors off campus grounds—when he met alexei.

alexei took him in and cared for him the way a father would. he was strange, yes, but the good kind of strange, loving to his son and to dorian. he brought out the mad genius in him.

dorian would grow ever more distant from his father, ever more reliant on alexei, as they continued to work on experiments with “time magic.” alexei protected dorian. from his father, from the waterdeep rumor mill, from the cult. but it couldn’t last forever, could it? nothing lasts forever.

six months ago, alexei and felix were captured by the venatori. rather than go back to his father with his tail between his legs, dorian grabbed what remained of their research and set out for baldur’s gate, where dorian believed alexei and felix had been taken.

since then, dorian has been hiding in baldur’s gate—attempting to find their whereabouts, attempting to not kidnapped, you know, normal stuff, nothing major!

or at least, that’s what he WAS doing, before he got scooped up by the nautiloid.

dorian can be recruited outside the tomb. he is engaging in serious debate about the tomb, as he believes it is a culturally relevant site that should be maintained and not plundered. or not plundered so hastily and inexpertly at the very least! unfortunately, he failed a nature check, and is stuck in a precarious situation with some vines. help him out, won’t you?

[iedistis]

"You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing."

Rainer Maria Rilke

[astrariums]

DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD

[mttonex]

killer dolls and their nonbinary child 😁💖

[moechies]

spreadin’ ur pussy and butthole for ran-nii and rin-nii because they wanna make sure you’ve been good ‘n untouched :( making their sweet sis cry when they laugh at the way you begin to grow wet and achy at their starin , your mewls for their attention are ignored as they continue to make fun of u </3