"The uncrowned King of Arabia"
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T.E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom
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Drew this meme a few years ago based on The Enchanted Library by @rarilight! (Go read it rn) Was asked to post it so here is me making sure it has been. :D I want to do a redraw at some point and I may post the wonky scribble version I did a few months back haha
I don't think I need to say what the meme is also based on >:3
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Together, at Long Last
How fantastic, it was, how new and exciting it still was to be able to hold her, and kiss her, and love her.
Another TEK piece; I heard Mono wasn't feeling well and wanted to dump some art on her to hopefully help her feel better. Also I just love this fic and these two and the scenes they're in <3
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TES Summer Fest 24 - Day 3: Hungry
@tes-summer-fest
Miraak of Apocrypha, renegade Dragon Priest and former Champion of Hermaeus Mora, pokes his soup with a spoon, and glowers at it.
"It's not going to sprout tentacles, I promise." The other man across the table states, near-startling him out of his gloomy revelry. "Many eyes though? Not out of the question with Helga's menu." The other man half-turns, reaching across his companion, a stone-faced woman with arms the size of tree trunks, to grab a pinch of salt.
The Dragon Priest huffs at this, and glances up from his culinary toilings to look properly at his captor once again. His large blonde complexion would place him as any run of the mill Nord, if not for the brush accent cutting through the scruffy beard, a dialect Miraak recognised from the Ash Elves that now occupied his former kingdom-island.
How this man had come to be his souls twin was frankly beyond even him, so unalike in nature and nobility he was. And yet. And yet.
His captor seemed to notice the staring, raising one eyebrow in humorous inquiry. “Soups gonna go cold if you keep that up all night.” Miraak blanches, staring back down at his meal in angry protest. He is still unused to such alien concepts as ‘eating ‘or ‘drinking water’, long had he been in those brine-choked corridors of ink in the fathoms of Mora’s domain. He ladles another spoonful, apprehensive of previously vocated eyeballs, and sips, warily. And sips again. He’s finished his first bowl and is ordering his second before he catches the smiles on his new friends' faces.
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I love this passage in The Seven Pillars of Wisdom
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Ody when he finally sees tel again:
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Starting the enchanted kingdom ya'll wish me luck
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