#daze post

[day-azevir]

Grian was human. Kind of in the same way that Etho was human. Or Wels was human. Or False was human. Was. As in past tense with the implication that something had been lost.

And if you were to look at him now, you would never believe it. Grian? With the ever-changing wings and too-sharp teeth? With feathers and scales and the eyes of an apex predator? How could a being like that ever have been human? It's quite simple, really.

Some thousand years ago, a deal was struck between the Queen of the Forest and a desperate mother. You see, there was a prophesy in the kingdom of a war between brothers - how one would embody light and the other dark, and how they would kill one another. The mothers first child had already been recognized as the warrior of light, and she couldn't bear to watch the King's Guard slaughter her second son. The child bore no name as she handed him to the Queen under the promise that the fae would keep her child safe.

This caught the Queen by surprise - usually they were the ones spiriting children off into the night. Instead, she was being given one as a gift? Something of the sort. And so the Queen gave the child a title; 'of the Forests Fae'. Names did have power, after all - and so by designating the child as one of her own, his soul would abide by their rules, age as a fae and wield their power to an extent.

Over time, the Queen grew fond of the not-quite-human child and bestowed upon him a name: Grian. For he smiled so brightly and carried with him the warmth of the sun.

And it was like that for quite some time. Grian living amongst the fae and the forest's inhabitants - even meeting Pearl, who would accompany him on later adventures and become a hermit herself far into the future. They would venture further and further out of the woods each time, observing mortals and life outside of the forest. Eventually the Queen gave them permission to leave - explore as far as their hearts desired - under the promise the two would keep each other safe. The two agreed, and stayed by each others side. Until Evo, of course.

The Watchers aren't angels, per-say, but they're not not angels either? You see, the god they served has been missing for a long time, and without someone to direct their energy, they've gotten a little bored. That's not to say they aren't still looking for their god, but when enlisting help they have potential candidates partake in trials that may seem random to an outsider, but are quite logical to them.

Evo was one of these trials, and most of the participants weren't even aware of what the end-goal prize would be.

Grian still isn't sure how he won, but he knew for sure he did when he stepped through the Watchers Portal and ended up among the stars instead of by his friends side. The Watchers that oversaw Evo wove eyes and magic into Grians soul, granting him their powers, but more-so granting him the responsibility of finding a lost god.

It would be centuries before he met Mumbo, and a few years after that before being invited to Hermitcraft, but that's a story for another time.

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas x Lavellan

Dragon age the Veilguard

Tel banal, ara'ma

It won’t be terrible if you’re with me.

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[dragon-spaghetti]

Late night talks 💖

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[hinamie]

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

[anemonet]

rain world if it was hot

[baekhyunnybyun]

Minho — Dazed Korea, November 2024

[daze-stole-ur-milk]

I just realized the fact that if it was nearly any companion that wasn’t Jack who had been turned immortal and stranded on Satellite 5. The Doctor abandoning them would have been a lot more horrifying.

Most of the Doctor’s companions doesn’t have the knowledge and skill that Jack does. Jack could survive on his own on another planet and time. But what about Martha? Or Donna? Or Amy? Or even Rose? They wouldn’t even be able to talk to people without the TARDIS translating for them. And who knows how long they’d be stuck on satellite 5.

Considering what happened they could be stuck there for a long time.

Jack’s situation is was horrific. But fuck he handled it remarkably well.

[riinasawayama]

Goblets, grapes and bad mothers: Caroline Polachek’s cerebral dreamworld, ph. terrence o'connor, in dazed digital

[thestarsatemysoul]

just to be on brand im late.... again.... but in my defense

happy birthday wooyoung!!

[atticwifesam]

you can feel his omega pheromones through the phone. 💕

[day-azevir]

Watching tangos hungry hermits vod and seeing 'welsknight went to sleep message' and getting super excited

[starlotties]

HAPPY AUGUST 15TH....

[squirmypuppyboy]

pillow humping in a pull-up while begging for release. that’s it that’s the post

[qtipshelmetflower]

bro brought up his undies unprompted 😭🙏 i’m getting life with no parole fr fr

[kamenridergaysex]

[ninemelodies]

y’all ever think about how small ten looks without his jacket on that roof with donna? like.

idk i guess what sticks with me is that it’s the ONLY time (so far in nuwho) that we see the doctor take off his suit jacket. like yeah he goes places without his coat, but we NEVER see him without his suit jacket. its basically his armor.

and then, for this woman he barely knows, who yelled at him and insulted him and slapped him, because she’s shivering on the edge of a roof and disappointed about missing her wedding, he just. gives her his jacket. doesn’t even stop to think about it, he’s unbuttoning it before donna even sits down fully.

AND THEN. AND THEN. he didn’t even take the sonic out of it first. and like the doctor is the doctor no matter what tool he uses, but the sonic is one of his BEST tools, one he never goes anywhere without. and he just. gives up his jacket with the sonic in it again to this woman he hardly knows.

and like yeah, it’s RIGHT there. he can just reach over and grab it, but idk that says a lot to me about ten, especially when he JUST lost rose and has been thrust into saving donna.

idk i’m probably reading way too much into it, but i’m mentally ill and i can’t stop thinking about him looking so small and vulnerable on that roof next to donna. he gave up his armor, his tool, for a some essential stranger who needed his help.