#blood tw.

[pinkfey]

𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀. ┆ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗, 𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡-𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥, 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ┆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰 ┆ ♡ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 "Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife."

[kingscyrus]

"In this world, only the ruthless survive. I will crush hope, extinguish light, and rule over the ashes. Fear is my currency, and every soul in this kingdom will pay in full." art by: pandan27

[nuks]

ar we rocking with her for grace (see last post owo)??????

[blindchandelure]

Taz has such destructive hands. 😳

From his Instagram story. September 6th, 2024.

[rpf-bat]

Today, with Halloween approaching, I found myself thinking about Taz The Murder Bunny.

[kinlochs]

"we've got to get you out of here."

"Anders," Cassian gasps wetly, the sound of blood coating his throat far too prevalent to be anything less than alarming. His vision swims but he knows what he saw—what he sees. The mage rolls over onto the side that does not have an arrow piercing through it. Every breath lances him with new pain, with new struggle to breathe at all.

Haphazardly, while the healer crouches over him, Cassian casts a blinding chain of lightning that knocks a spare few Darkspawn down. They crawled underneath Vigil's Keep like gnats. It stank of offal and putrefaction, only the iron-tinged scent that those monsters wore like an emblem.

He grips onto Ander's arm and begins to pull himself up despite the fresh spurt of blood from his ribs. "Cannot stay here," he wheezes, "Demon—haunted spirit here. In the Deep Roads," Cassian strings together beyond the haze of his anemic mind.

[arcanewonder]

[jjcre8]

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[drekkavacedits]

[solesoldier]

JANE SHEPARD EDITS.  4 / ?

[saturni-idae]

Down in the dungeon, where hunger resides 🩸

I wanted to make a dungeon meshi fanart for a while, and man, I love Falin, so here we go

I hope you like it :)

[im-xzikill]

[sailing-ever-west]

the trolley problem vs. systemic oppression: a comic.

[blindchandelure]

Samy, wtf. 🤢

From his Instagram story. November 10th, 2023.

[fraternum-momentum]

messy eater

[kinlochs]

grabbing their hand to grab their attention (sorry if that's too kinky)

The clatter of Red Templars and Venatori echoed just around the dark hallway. Blight and red lyrium crawled along the walls and swallowed up whole segments of the crumbling infrastructure. Cassian belonged in this scenery; his skin a sickly, insipid pale tainted with spiderwebs of the Blight in his veins and the red lyrium they had forced him to consume again and again. He couldn't believe his eyes when Ashara and Dorian appeared; the Inquisitor had perished ages ago. Missing. Gone without a trace. Corypheus took the world and dismantled it piece by piece, crushing it under his foot and sapping it of all power.

There was nothing left. Now they had a chance to change that. Ashara had a chance to make things right.

Cassian himself was much like Enchanter Fiona; half-crystallized, lyrium sprouting from his cheekbones, his arm, the other prosthetics in disrepair but held together by the same substance that invaded the rest of his body. He could breathe, but with each inhale were a million tiny cuts inside of his lungs. It wouldn't be too long, now. His mind was barely hanging on. His body was slipping.

"Figure out what you're going to do," Cassian says, his voice punched and layered with the corruption in his body. Red lyrium dust emanates from his eyes as he makes to move forward and meet their enemies head-on. He feels a sudden, tight grip upon what was left of his hand. He turns and looks back at Ashara, his mouth pulling into a half-hearted smile.

"Don't worry about me, Inquisitor. You're going to survive this no matter what. I'll fight for you as long as I can breathe."

With that, he wrenches his hand away, lyrium crystals splintering off of his hand from the force of it. Fresh blood pours forth from the newly opened wounds and all of a sudden there is magic filling the corridor.