#[ he looks at dragon and he /regrets/

[mightierthanthecanon]

What would you have had me say, that I was the great adversary in your people’s mythology?

I would have had you trust me!

[llutik]

this shit shouldn't have come further than my telegram channel but here we are

i love jons adwd chapters he is so cringe

[chalkscrub]

rare wip of a new guy - anyone else take shitty photos of stuff they’re working on to stare at on their phone or just me?

[imminent-danger-came]

I don't understand the lego ninjago movie

[discoknack]

Kaiju-Lantern Catastrophe

Uhhh

[ej-artyarts]

Was about to make a post about this guy before. . . Introducing him- This is Cairogar (Cairo for short)! His mother was an orc and his father was a spotted gnoll and he’s going to be in our horror campaign! So I’m fucking him up! And we’re gonna see if he gets better or worse as the story goes on

[raayllum]

me, having two OCs who make callum look like the most squeaky clean, morally upright, undevoted, normal human being ever, and still considering them all good people: what, like it's hard?

[forestofdragons]

When the clan’s alchemists create a potion that let one breath underwater, Glimfeather leaps at the opportunity. Literally. 

But she soon learns why fire dragons stay out of the water.

[hauntingblue]

Koala: well sabo and luffy helped

Dragon: so how's robin

[sa-bo]

Okay I sort of get why everybody's going so insane over Trafalgar

[reginrokkr]

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together. (from neuvi 🥺)

Moments of excruciating pain give rise to shadows of the heart to penetrate mind and soul with terrors to be suffered the most in the aftermath of their catalyst. Weary heart races against the ribcage, hundreds of thoughts made manifest into a whirlwind of despair when reality dawns upon the lunarescent seraph: he is late and there is naught he can do to save them— those whom should have never taken part in any of the disgrace fallen on the aurum kingdom. Flashbacks of horrors lived several centuries ago return to starry eyes as if he were part of that same scenario in the present.

Another injustice presents itself to sapphire eyes, nothing but remorse left in its wake out of powerlessness to do anything to prevent it. Fear that paralyzes him on the spot, even numbing all physical pain that would suffice to send anyone into an array of madness without hope of ever waking from.

You can't save them, you traitor. Before long they will fall by your blade, as many of us did.

But he did— he did save them. Under pressure, Dáinsleif did not wield to the unfairness playing before him: whom are they, but that which they seek to overthrow, in choosing for others against their will? Who are they to decide that they wish to be what they used to be, now that they have forgotten everything about that life and created one anew? Who are they to bereave them from their only moment of respite, to meet their end on their own terms?!

You are deceiving, just like us. What of Halfdan? You left him fade away thinking that Khaenri'ah didn't fall.

Halfdan...

A loud gasp breaks past roseate lips as Dáinsleif awakens from yet another bad dream —what is one more after dealing with thousands of them?—, his chest panting heavily and heart pounding like it did in the nightmare. Only upon noticing the chill sensation of the atmosphere does he realize that his cheeks are damp with trails of tears, too. Still distressed from the hurricane of emotions within, he fails to notice that Neuvillette is in the same room. Shaky hands reach out to embrace himself— it hurts. He's still hurting after the event that transpired in the depths of the Chasm, at the core of a destroyed ancient civilization.

Ere long, he feels a cool hand touch his cheek, then the other. The temperature difference between them is soothing at first, before augmented pain makes him feel like he will get frostbite. But he stays— he forces himself to stay still as quivering star-shaped pupils peer into his companion's mighty ones.

It's fine, I won't allow it to make me think that his touch hurts me. Because it's Neuvillette. It's safe... I am safe.

◜Neuvillette—◞ Otherwise deep and steady voice breaks at the call of his name in an involuntary sob, trembling roseate lips press in an even more quivering line as his eyes shut close tight. Ah, to feel vulnerable to the extent when not even he can conceal overflowing emotions. It is always that way— it always has with him. No matter if he chooses silence before speaking of his own grievances, Neuvillette always sees through him as if he could look into his soul and deduct the source of his sorrow. It is frightening, hardly posing a difference with the mysterious voice that sometimes plagues his mind— but at the same time, comforting. Because through unspoken words he can let go without fear to fall deeper into corruption. He wouldn't allow it, nor he would for himself. Albescent lashes flutter open to reveal glassy sapphires in time to feel the gentle press of their foreheads together, to see the sadness dancing in his beautiful eyes.

I beg you... don't make that face. Not for me.

◜So long as I breathe... Khaenri'ah will continue to live on, won't it? I didn't lie to him... right?◞ He's well cognizant of the fact that his blabbering makes no sense without previous context. He knows. But he also learned through the passage of centuries that no matter how hard he would try to conceal, he would know. For he's before none other than the maximum exponent of life— to hell what the Usurper-King and his lackeys may think of this. Slowly, his hands relax and unwind from his body to rise and wrap with trembling fingers the sovereign's wrists in a weak grip. ◜He departed with a smile on his face... he must know.◞ Roseate lips quiver to form a smile that long ago forgot its way to his lips. ◜He must know that... Khaenri'ah is no more.◞

@maquiscursed ✦

[draconicmayhem]

“......” Local Black Dragon is not sure what the hell is going on involving making babies, or rather the discouragement of doing so.

“......Maybe I should leave watching this thing to the old man....”

[7-oh-ta1]

Thinking abt my Inquitor (Lavellan) & his friendship with Sera is really is what led me to realize why ppl who hate her are usually ppl who love Solas -- and yeah obviously I'm aware that they're opposites but specifically I think people just like what Solas is symbolic of. It's not even that he as a person is fascinating to them its just that they really like the elven lore and that's his whole shtick. Which actually sucks bec Solas as a person, not as a symbol, is interesting. And it also led me to realize that characters like Solas and occasionally Blackwall (who I LOVE btw don't misinterpret) are forgiven for their deceit with little to no repercussions whereas characters like Sera and Vivenne who are completely upfront about who they are and what they want are trashed or at least were for many years until people got bored of them. I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to say I just feel like there's a correlation. Like maybe they don't like what Vivenne is or Sera is symbolic of so immediately don't try to get to know them any further which is fine they don't have to like everyone, but makes me wonder how many ppl play these games that are crucially character based and just write off any character that doesn't lie to them for intrigue

[attractthecrows]

As much fun as Revallen and all his layers are to explore. there is something really nice about Laure and her lifetime of "Sure, Fine, Fuck Me I Guess" and "I will NOT be THWARTED!!"

like, it could have been fine. It could have! She could have grown up as an Amell of Kirkwall and stayed with her family. Probably wound up betrothed to some other noble loser. It could have worked. I'm gonna ramble so here's a cut.

It might have worked, but she was born in Kirkwall, and the spirits noticed her early. She had weird dreams, she'd hear voices sometimes... it was enough to spook her father. But she was so little that he told himself he was wrong... until one stormy night, when she called for help, and he walked into her bedroom and saw lightning sparking up and down his terrified daughter's arms in time with the thunder outside. And he turned around and locked the door behind him as he left her alone in her fear.

The next people that opened that door were the Gallows templars. And off she was dragged, her mother crying but doing nothing to stop it, her father staring at her with disgust in his eyes, to the Kirkwall Circle.

The Kirkwall Circle was, at this point, grossly overcrowded. They were already in the process of finding Circles willing to take excess apprentices; there was simply no room in the apprentices' dormitory for another little girl. So, as a temporary measure, she was paired with any free Enchanter. She rotated through several - but Orsino was her favorite, and the only one who could get her to talk. He was the one who learned her name - Laurel Amell. He taught her about spirits, and anything he could think of - which wound up being quite an eclectic jumble.

But eventually the Knight-Commander found a place for her in Kinloch, and sent two templars to take her there. They were not happy about this assignment. They didn't let her gather any belongings or say goodbye. They were mean and rough and impatient on the road, grossly unsuited for being in charge of a child. In a fit of frustration at the tangles, one of them hacked off her long hair. Etc. By the time they arrived at Kinloch, she was mute once again.

These templars also did not bother to learn her name. Essentially they shoved her toward Knight-Commander Greagoir and handed over the paperwork and fucked off to the barracks. So Greagoir gets to take her to Irving, who had been instructing a class.

They're trying to do introductions with a very shy and mute little girl. The paperwork only lists "Amell, L." The templars that brought her here don't know anything else nor do they care. Jowan and Surana barrel out of the adjacent classroom, fighting over a lyrium potion they just made that they want to show off to Irving and thoroughly interrupting. Jowan wrenches it out of Surana's grip. Surana trips him. The potion goes flying. The boys topple into Irving. Laurel tries to dodge and trips over Greagoir. The glass bottle full of lyrium potion smashes over her head, badly cutting her scalp and knocking her out cold. Irving and Greagoir still do not know her name.

But now they have more important things to worry about. Like whether or not this child is going to die of lyrium poisoning. So they whisk her off to the infirmary where Wynne (and Anders, learning the basics of healing) works on healing her. Jowan feels horribly responsible for what happened, so he's been hovering. Surana, not so much.

And they still don't know her name.

Wynne finds a written label on the inside of the girl's dress, but it's blurred and bleached from the lyrium. She hands it over to Anders, whose eyes are much younger, and he manages to read "L??RE?", which he pronounces as "Lore". That's all they can deduce: "Lore" Amell. It works for the infirmary; she's not even conscious. They can ask her more later, provided she lives.

And she does, obviously. She wakes a week later.

Wynne very carefully removes the bandage on her head, which is how Laure discovers that her hair has been bleached a brilliant shining white. During the examination, Wynne's just talking, to try to put the girl at ease. Where they are, what Wynne's been doing to help her, where the wound came from, where she'll be bunking, and here's the release papers please sign them, Jowan will take you to Irving, and please don't be afraid - she knows it's scary and strange, especially waking up in the infirmary after that introduction, but the enchanters only want to help and the templars are patient and fair. And by the way, they couldn't find her name in the paperwork, so please don't be offended if it's wrong, they can correct it later. And Jowan here has volunteered to help you get settled in...

Laure decides that the new name suits her fine. Laurel Amell is gone; she died the night that Daddy locked the door.

So Jowan takes Laure to Irving, apologizing all the while. Groveling, even. Begging forgiveness. etc. They get to Irving's office, and he has Jowan stand aside while he and Laure talk.

Irving asks her name. She tells him it's Laure. He asks if she's had any instruction. She tells him No, the Gallows were too crowded for her to attend classes, she had private studies with (list of enchanters, including Orsino). And at the mention of more and more high-ranking enchanters, Jowan is getting more and more stonefaced. just Kubrick staring at this kid he nearly killed. Beginning of the inferiority complex of all time.

and Irving laughs. He assigns her to basic apprentice lessons with plans to mentor her himself once the basics are covered.

And that's all that goes down BEFORE Origins.

[butrememberthesong]

i have so many thoughts on the squid entity and i cannot share them with either of my Thoughts People so. skip the tags if you are avoiding endgame spoilers.

[zenithdreams]

time for MONTHLY REGRET of selling my xyx maize/white hatch for 4kg...man i know im never gonna see another hatch as good as that and i was FOOLISH and put it up for something i thought was an irrationally high number and it sold in minutes. STILL no hate to the person who bought it and resold for 10kg it was my mistake, however i do love seeing people who post on newbie's pages telling them hey! that double you just hatched should be MINIMUM 10kg! wish somebody had caught me before i made the worst mistake of my fr career(besides scrying a wildclaw g1 and falling in love and besides exalting totekka)

soooo now im looking longingly at brand new doubles and doubles on the ah knowing i have a multi-kg project languishing in my wip tab already lmao. maybe if i just keep hatching eggs i'll get another xyx maize/white exactly the same!!!!! (<misplaced optimism)

oh well. everybody look what kaspar will look like someday when i eventually cowgirl up and spend my carefully hoarded gems