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I can't tell if my dragon worldbuilding has gone too far when I start reading scientific papers on bat wig morphology and comparing them to bird morphology.
#worldbuilding#my writing#A Trial of Dragons#dragon design#I just feel like birds are not the best analogy#the albatross wings were a good starting point but bats are more analogous to giant flying lizards#I would like to use paleo information but the entire field of flying dinosaurs is so mired in conflicting studies it sort of isn't worth it#I love Quetzalcoatlus but wow those studies are#not helpful for animal design#each study refutes the latest#in fundamental ways#old man rants at paleontologists
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My favorite ongoing background thing with Corvus is the fact he prefers to travel by horse but yet is constantly put in a postion where everyone around him is like “but the giant cats/dragons are much faster!”
And he just has to begrudgingly accept he may never have the luxury of riding a normal horse again
#love how callum in his book writes ‘yeeeaaaa corvus wasnt too happy about riding the banthers home’#only for this to happen again#makes sense why soren is flying even more now tho#jelly tarts#tdp spoilers#the dragon prince#tdp s7 spoilers#tdp corvus#would’ve loved to see his first time riding a dragon#i imagine it a lot like hat’s first time#Soren arms pumped in the air while they ride on Zubeia: WOOHOOO! FEEL THAT FRESH AIR CORVUS?#Corvus eyes watering and fist clenching tightly in Zubeia’s hair: cant feel much else Soren
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oh boy !! ! ! ! !!! ! thANK y0u all for the kind words on my last art posts. you all get it and i was/still am so happy about it
as promised, here's some close-ups of the comic for image quality's sake, and other screenshots i rescued from the community whiteboard (and something else)
first up another sketch of mystery gender-ambiguous being. (please send me more name ideas for them if you got one- i like to hear em! (reminder it's the side character that appeared for <10 seconds in AvM Ep. 30))
a few fav scenes
emotional support cwab
they weren't meant for this purpose exactly, but i do have countless "fluffy sticks" loose in my notes and homework sheets from the school years.
papery critter.
even when i wasn't confident in fur or feathers, they helped me practice posing and create some satisfying gradients/flowing poses. (im a sucker for good tail poses) (oh yay! i found a good pic...)
and finally, little sneak peak for you for reading so far ;3
i realized that whiteboardfox is pretty great for my working needs. simple and to the point and all. feels nice with the mouse and the tablet.
so i started hashing out a big project idea just to see if it holds up and
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several hours later ...
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oh
oh man
it's a little bigger than i expected
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#--/ art#alan becker#animator vs animation#animation vs minecraft#Minecraft bed#ava the dark lord#ava the chosen one#me when the project that obviously wasn't going to be done in one night isn't done in one night: D: !?!?!?!?#kudos to whoever routed the Speedrun actual short because that one is so fun and clean and savvy#clever made up time-savers? includes orange's TNT shield-jump?? nonlethal dragon dispatch??? sweet#ithink you can see where i tried to head with this#turns out that turning up the complexity 98 notches higher makes things trickier to parse hmmmmmm?#in fact i might need some help with this one ;>v>' like a lot.#i had a bit of a story and route set up already i just... wanted to make sure everything was at least kinda there...................#we'll see#the pie joke. i was trying to categorize which foodstuffs chosen should be able to make on the fly. with their flame hands.#ex. cooking meats makes sense because flint and steel works for the same purpose (you can kill a burning animal to get cooked meats)#but baking bread or drying kelp seems way more involved or whatever -> needs a proper furnace environment#HOWEVER... i noticed that Steve can just summon pumpkin pies from his bare hands if he wants to without even a workbench. so. sure! lol.#this is scraping the surface of the minutiae i want to consider#(ALSO KUDOS to everyone who RUNS/works on all-advancements. of course. riding on your shoulders here)#final joke is that chosen didn't know how crazy this undertaking would be to learn#but dark is very literally programmable. so you could maybe just plug some TAS instructions into him and off he goes#or even more open-ended than that just give him the list of advancements + stipulations + the wiki and similar result#it'd get done but. i dont think he'd find that fun at all. prefers to write his own instructions if you see what i mean#i might be forgetting some context. it is rather late you see. please ask me questions about this! ;P#tco aa
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@emahriel blew me away with this portrait of maeve moonsong, i literally cannot stop staring at it. she looks sooo ethereal aaahhhhhh! 2 weeks until bg3 💜😭
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate 3 fanart#bg3 tav#dungeons & dragons#elf art#high elf#warlock#i couldn't wait to post it i am just#so happy with how it turned out!#😭😭😭#i was gonna do a blurb of writing for the caption but am too sleepy to come up with something on the fly lol
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Adventurer Zenos and G'raha cause I had to draw my silly guys. I just enjoy the idea of Zenos hanging out with fellow bookworms and being begrudgingly (though occasionally willingly) helpful.
#ffxiv#sketch#concept#fan art#zenos yae galvus#adventurer zenos#g'raha tia#man my mind really just said zenos is going “begone simp” to raha#which is ironic yes#but I love the idea that student of baldesion zenos is just an over observant dork#“my taxes now catboy”#though I write adventurer zenos- or at least this point in time for him before DT as him being a bit more reflective and way more reserved#just trying to figure out what exactly he actually enjoys doing while not relying on the WoL for it#I promise this means that down the line writing wise he's gonna treat the students and scions as his dragon hoard#toning down? hell no#this man doubles down- just with more people#-I dont actually know how to explain it fully in words#basically hes protective over those he cares about but only to the point of when they're actually in mortal danger#undoubtedly the bad influence that in turn gets people out of trouble and will call people out for being dumb#all the while freefalling off of cliffs as one of the only people who could fly in the group#barring estiniens jumping#Also I just wanted to give Raha a character that would absolutely spend hours with him talking about history and the allagans lol
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Colored headshot concepts for the MC of that original dragon universe I talked about awhile back (the one with Tiamat), now with the placeholder name Dragons of the Deep.
So far I have it that the MC’s adoptive name is Fontaine Anouilh and her birth name is Tabni Lāsimu. She eventually winds up going by Fontaine Lāsimu.
Top left corner is based on one of those singing bass toys that I thought looked cool, not a real fish. Top right is based on mahi-mahi/dolphinfish. Bottom left is based on yellow-winged flying fish. Bottom right is based on sailfish. Right now I’m leaning sailfish or mahi.
Fontaine’s design overall (I do have a fullbody sketch done even if it’s a little out of date) is based on flying fish and marlin in terms of her wing shape, fins, lil nose, etc, with the classic four-legged dragon body plan.
#dragon#worldbuilding#writing#original setting#dragon shifter#aquatic#sea dragon#flying fish#mahi mahi#sailfish#marlin#wet beast#fish dragon#dragons of the deep#my art#original art#human artist#fontaine lāsimu
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I just wish those fans of House of the Flying Viper would stick to their own tags and make it clear they're referring to fan fic, and not canon. It's making things so confusing.
I mean this one:
#house of the flying viper#asoiaf#hotd#hotd critical#fire and blood#team black#asoiaf fandom#house of the dragon#idk if the writing is anything like the graphics I think I'll pass#jk I'll pass because i've heard the stan descriptions and it sounds inconsistent and ideologically troubling
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤
Thank you for tagging me!
I should be honest: I am not much of a fic writer. This isn't self-effacing; I've been reading fic since the early aughts but only have 10 works on ao3. One of them is a poem. One of them is a few hundred words of something I've never finished.
That said, fic is important to me for a lot of reasons, but one is that in 2016 I started following a tumblr for a Dragon Age fic exchange, and in 2017 I wrote the first fiction I'd written in almost 20 years. I had been struggling to write poetry for about 10 years before that, too, and fic writing was part of my path back to writing at all.
This isn't to say that I think fanfic is valueless unless it results in 'original' writing; every story happens in context, and we all know how the lines between fanwork and original work blur, both in fan spaces and in commercial ones. But my particular, personal fondness for fic is because it gave me a path back to the first best thing of my life, which was language, and what we do with it.
With that said, my personal top five (links in titles):
Fundamental Forces (or, Root Causes)
Literally my first fic. This was when I remembered that writing can be fun. It's Dragon Age fic, femHawke/Varric. It's also written with a focus on Hawke's POV, a thing I think I pulled off quite well and have never attempted again. It's very silly. It features a 40-year-old and a 35-year-old being profoundly bad at emotional honesty. I riff on turnips for a while. It has a happy ending, which should surprise no one.
She breathed in through her nose and her eyes fluttered shut. “Kiss me, you idiot. Before they think I’m horrified.” Their first kiss. Quick and mostly chaste and part of a joke. She thought it was fitting.
Chapter Last
This is also T-rated Hawke/Varric, written for the same exchange, a year later. It's about near-misses, and trying again, and not being able to pick up where you left off, and it's stumbling back onto the path later, unexpectedly, and after having found another way. It is about stories, and why we do them.
It's fic of the games, of course, but in a way it's also fic-of-fic: there's a novella that's both a tie-in novel and a diegetic book in the Dragon Age setting, and it was printed irl the summer before I wrote this fic.
What I'm proud of, with this story, is character voice. Whenever I share any Varric-voice writing, even years later, people always say very generous things. Varric's also a writer, canonically, and I had fun mimicking 'his' style in passages of this, and trying to keep in mind how his writing and his inner narration would align and diverge. (Lots of Dragon Age fans are understandably thirsty about Varric; I think I've always found him relatable, in many ways, and it didn't occur to me to thirst. But I love him.)
I don't love the structure; I chaptered this, and way more than I needed to. I'd love to rewrite it, someday, but I also think it's good for me to sit with the awareness of its imperfections and the knowledge that people have loved it anyway.
Afterimage (there are two colours)
The Magnus Archives fic, E-rated. Basira/Daisy. This was meant to be a single installment in a series - I think I have a 20,000 word 'outline' in my gdocs, still, but I'm unlikely to ever finish it. The point of this story is self-indulgent, purple-prose, dreamy smut. Wanting the thing and having it, but not keeping it.
This was baby's first E-rated fic ever written. I have no explanation for this, either.
Transformative Work
Written for the 2022 OFMD Big Bang with @mia-ugly. Mostly Frenchie/Jim, a bit Jim/Oluwande, a bit Frenchie/Oluwande, a light sprinkling of polycule potential.
Transformative Work is my favourite thing I've posted to ao3 for three reasons.
It's 40k! I never finish longer works, so 40k is a big deal to me.
I think it's actually brilliant. Clever as hell, at minimum. But mostly brilliant.
It's collaborative!
Writing has always been a solitary thing for me; one of the things I love about Mia is how we can get on a wavelength about a story. (This is mostly a them trick: they're an excellent collaborator and instigator, in general.) I wasn't at my best when we were writing this, dealing with undiagnosed health issues and workplace burnout and an accumulation of grief, but it was beautiful and joyful work, in the end.
Also, I think it is almost exactly what we wanted it to be, and that is such a high.
Number 5 is a bit of a cop-out but still:
Remember when I said "we all know how the lines between fanwork and original work blur"? This is a poem I started writing when Succession 4.3, "Connor's Wedding" aired. I was in a worst spot than I had been the previous year, health-wise, grief-wise.
The title of this poem, "My Father's Dead and I Feel Old," comes out of Connor Roy's mouth in the episode. I had to pause the episode and just get pummeled by that perfect, simple line of iambs. I was a wreck, just generally. Yeah, man, my father is dead and I do feel old! That sort of thing. (The aforementioned health issue? Still not identified or addressed when this aired in spring 2023, btw. My brain was not braining well.)
But there were words for it. I was off work on medical leave at the time. I had just made the transition from crying like it was a full-time job to sleeping like it was a full-time job. The sleep wasn't helping. The crying hadn't helped, either. It wasn't something people could help. But words, and what we do with them - that helped.
Anyway, I'm actually quite proud of this poem, both as an original piece of poetry and as fanwork. It's not on ao3 for reasons including 'I haven't gotten around to it' and 'I don't know if this is sufficiently transformative, by the invisible guidelines I've just set for myself.'
Thank you for sending this to me, it was a lovely thing to think about on my Friday eve! <3
#writing#fic what i wrote#ask game#dragon age fic#tma fic#succession fic#i guess?#this post was written on the fly as I drank an edible so please be gracious if it's an entire mess
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another snippet! my first Flight Rising one, featuring my darling couriers Honey and Grace having a chill time <3
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If he had to choose his least favorite place in Sornieth, Honey wouldn’t hesitate to name the Southern Icefield. More specifically, port Hillberg.
The ramshackle town nests at the base of the Cloudscrape Crags, near where the continent starts to break apart into the Floes. It’s large, but shabby - tarp and rope holds together half of the buildings. Honey suspects that the residents simply couldn’t be bothered to rebuild time and time again. Sparse vegetation dots the steep landscape, if it could be called one. The dragons who have made Hillberg their home are just as blunt and harsh as the environment.
None of these things are strangers to Honey. Perpetual bad moods and subpar architecture aren’t what makes him dread every delivery to the region.
No, no… it’s the wind.
The constant, inescapable, Shade-cursed wind.
It isn’t that Honey doesn’t like wind - oh, he does. He hails from the Windswept Plateau, and spent his happiest years tumbling through gusts and zephyrs. His blood sings in the air.
Hillberg’s wind, though, is an utter nightmare.
At best, it’s a frigid breeze that even a tundra can feel through their thick coat. At worst, it’s a howling force barreling down from the Crag’s peaks, tearing through Hillberg with a vengeance. It carries biting flurries of ice and sleet with it, leaving a trail of frost and unfortunate frozen creatures in its wake. Everything not bolted down is lost in moments. Hillberg is lashed together and fixed to the earth to withstand the daily barrage.
It’s so terrible that ropes line the streets for dragons to cling to so as to not be blown away in the gales. Wings are bound, claws are left long for purchase. Hillberg’s larger inhabitants have an easier time of it, but they’re few in numbers. The majority of residents are too small to withstand the greatest winds.
This horrible natural force even has a name - the Crag’s Breath.
Honey wouldn’t give it such a tame title. It’s a roar, a howl, a bellow. It rivals the Crescendo’s outer winds.
Luckily, he doesn’t have to put up with the Breath’s ordeal all that often. Hillberg doesn’t get many deliveries, and Honey isn’t the only courier available on this route. More often than not Honey gets months between trips here - sometimes he gets even luckier when the Breath isn’t howling during his brief stop.
That luck isn’t holding this time around.
Honey untenses one of his talons to flex feeling back into his claws. It’s a useless endeavor, of course. It serves him right for not wearing full gloves. He shivers and puts his talon back down, curling his claws into the frozen divots they’ve carved. A gust hits him from the side, and he clenches his leg muscles to keep from staggering.
The wide, desolate landing zone offers no comfort. The frozen ground yields no natural protection from the freezing wind, and the setting sun gives no relief. The gales yank at his apparel, his tail, his tightly folded wings. Honey doesn’t dare imagine what would happen if he opened them.
It’s cold. So devastatingly cold. The chill cuts right to Honey’s bones, and he’s certain that he’ll never be warm again.
During times like these he curses his lifestyle. Being constantly on the wing keeps him fit and light. Not enough fat lingers in his muscles to provide insulation, and his lithe form struggles to withstand the wind. He rarely meets a dragon larger than himself, yet right now he feels no bigger than a fae.
Honey huffs through his nose and glares across the icy field at the lights in the distance. The debris from the Breath and the shadows deepened by the waning sunset cast Hillberg into a darkening haze. Soon all that will be left of it in Honey’s sight are the lights. Those too will vanish as everyone hunkers down to wait out the brewing storm.
At least the wind doesn’t allow ice and snow to melt on him. The only thing worse than being in the Breath is being in it while wet.
If only his welcomers would hurry. In Honey’s opinion, the protocol Hillberg has for arrivals - especially inter-regional ones - is absurd. Honey always has to wait an hour or more before they lead him into town, and more importantly, shelter. He wouldn’t mind it if the Breath wasn’t active, but at this rate he really will freeze in place. At least Hillberg would have a shiny new statue for their proverbial doorstep.
In truth, though, Honey is being dramatic. Even if he was forced to wait all night, he’d survive. It would be long and miserable, but he would make it to sunrise. It isn’t him that he’s worried about.
It’s his assistant, Grace.
Honey crouches lower and cranes his neck to try and peer into his scarf. His slush-smeared goggles blur everything into indistinct shapes and monochrome colors. He shoves his nose into the scarf and snuffles - he can smell her, he thinks, but she hasn’t moved in some time.
“Grace,” he grunts. The wind snatches his words away, and he says louder, “Grace!”
Tiny talons push his snout, and he pulls back. Grace peeks out from the navy folds to peer up at him. Getting a read on her expression is impossible - the helmet and goggles betray nothing. Despite how sheltered she is, the wind still snags at her frills and presses them around her face.
“Hanging in there?” Honey yells.
Through the blur, she nods.
“Still warm?”
Grace makes a show of shrugging before burrowing back down. She squirms further down into the scarf to rest where Honey’s neck meets his chest. Hopefully both the scarf and the thick arctic coat provide enough insulation for her, along with her own matching apparel. Not enough of his own body heat will seep through - staying warm is up to her. Still, Honey wishes that he could tuck her into his jacket.
Honey shakes out his frosty mane and casts another look at the vanishing town. The guideropes staked into the ground leading there dance in the wind, empty.
Please, he thinks as a violent tremor wracks his body. He lifts a talon and immediately lurches forward - he slams his haunches down and angles against the wind. He rests the lifted talon over Grace. The faint press of her eases the knot in his ribs, though it won’t entirely untangle until they’re both out of the cold and warming by a fire.
It was a harsher trip than usual, getting here. Usually the route takes them along the Floes, where they can rest at established checkpoints along the way. But the first checkpoint had directed Honey to make one continuous arcing journey over the ocean to Hillberg. Why, he doesn’t know yet. There was some sort of issue.
What he does know is that he’s beyond exhausted. Flying for so long unbroken is well within his capabilities, but it isn’t fun. Not to mention that the transition into Hillberg airspace had nearly knocked Honey out of the sky. The battle to the landing field almost did him in - his limbs almost gave out upon landing. Only half of his current trembling comes from the weather.
As soon as they’re in the hanger, Honey is sure to collapse and sleep for hours. It will set back their schedule, but it’s a much needed rest. Especially so if they can’t take the Floes for the return trip.
Honey hunches his shoulders higher. At least his folded wings protect the courier satchels. It would be horrific if the straps broke or the clasps came undone. Dozens of letters, documents, and parcels all spilling out and whisking away into the sea… Honey’s next tremor isn’t so much of a shiver as it is a shudder. He might throw himself into the ocean after them if that happened.
Frantic tapping against his talon shakes him from his thoughts. Honey’s eyes snap open and focus on Grace, who’s frantically waving and pointing. He follows her gaze and relief soars in his ribcage.
A tundra slowly struggles towards them in the growing darkness. They’re big and burly for their breed, though that must be the uncountable pounds of fur covering their body. They remind Honey of the giant shaggy goats he sometimes sees while flying over the Icefield.
The tundra stops, gripping the thick rope with both claws as they angle themself into the wind so that they’re nearly sideways. Their fur billows around them. When Honey lifts his head, the tundra jerks their own towards Hillberg. They carefully turn around to make the return journey.
Thank the Windsinger.
Honey helps nudge Grace back down to safety, and they spend a moment making sure she’s secure. Once they start walking, Honey won’t be able to spare her a moment of attention - he’ll be too busy staying upright.
The Breath gusts under and around Honey as he stands, filling the new openings. He curses and stumbles. One talon slips on an icy patch, nearly sending him to the ground. In any other situation, Honey would be embarrassed about shuffling forward with his hindquarters still tucked. It must look ridiculous, but it’s the most stable position.
Honey moves as quickly as he can manage, though even that is still slower than he’d like. It only takes a few minutes to catch up with the tundra. They don’t seem to be struggling, which is expected of an experienced Hillberg resident. Still, it can’t be easy.
“Would you like assistance?” Honey yells over the howling wind. The tundra looks up at him, and he moves the wrist of his wing away from his body to open up a pocket the tundra could climb into.
They regard him for a moment through their own goggles, then at the long path ahead. They nod. Honey crouches as low as he can and angles his wing to create a buffer from the wind. The tundra lets go of the rope and flings themself at him, clinging to his thickly-padded shoulder. They clamber into the offered pocket and press up against his side, their fur frigid against the seam of his wing. Once they seem secure, Honey closes his wing tight and continues the trek.
Each stride gets slower, and Honey’s legs tremble more with every one. The lights grow brighter and streak across his goggles, incandescently blinding him. The path curves up as he heads to the mountain-carved bunker.
This isn’t the worst weather he’s withstood, Honey reminds himself. Yes, it’s freezing. No, he can’t feel his own body anymore. But when has that ever stopped him? He has deliveries to make, including two lives tucked against him.
The icy soil finally gives way to an equally cold stone plaza. Honey staggers across it to the huge door. Carved stone and wood arc into an overhang, jutting directly out of the foothills and offering very little relief from the Breath. The hanger is the only area entirely safe from the wind - something carved into the earth itself can’t be blown away.
Honey slams his shoulder against the thick heartwood door, tough as iron and sturdy as the Crag. He leans desperately against it, flagging fast.
Eternal seconds drag by.
Snowflakes gather in Honey’s exposed fur.
The sun’s final light fades from the horizon.
The door shudders, groans, and lifts. The horizontal slats fold into the roof, and Honey yearns for the firelight spilling from inside. Only a couple more steps, now. Only another minute or two.
Honey squeezes through as soon as the door lifts enough for clearance. He slips into a long, warm hallway ending with the glow of a roaring fireplace. The door slams back down behind him, nearly landing on his tail. The door locks into place.
The abrupt silence almost hurts. Honey blinks hard and tosses his head against the ringing in his ears. The crackling of embers is barely audible.
A tap against his side - ah, right. Honey uncurls his wing to let his passenger out, wincing at his frozen stiff muscles. The tundra jumps to the floor and shakes themself out. Ice crystals fly from their fur to shower the ground in glittering bits.
“Thank you,” the tundra says, her voice clear in the hall’s calm. When Honey inclines his head, she butts her head against his wing and inhales deeply before trotting down the hall. He hopes she remembers his scent as an ally.
“We’re in the clear,” Honey murmurs into his scarf as he pushes himself forward once more. Just a little further.
Grace clambers out of his scarf. She shakes herself before launching into the air, flitting in Honey’s blurry peripherals and performing complex acrobatics. That’s one way to warm herself.
Only part of the bunker’s warmth reaches Honey, and he still feels frozen. His apparel crunches with every step. The stone floor seems to burn under his talons, even though it’s surely cold. Grace perches on his unbroken antler as they enter the bunker proper.
There aren’t many dragons inside, shockingly enough. The tundra he already met is settling into cushions set up by the circular fireplace. Three more tundras lounge about, along with a ridgeback that looks Arcane, a young guardian brooding in the corner, a pearlcatcher who already seems set on ignoring him, and a few specks that may be faes or spirals. Perhaps both.
Not that any of this matters much to Honey. He only has eyes for the empty cushions surrounding the blazing hearth. He stumbles towards it even as his vision tunnels until only the bright firelight remains.
Just a little further.
A few more steps.
One more…
Honey is unconscious before he hits the ground.
#this one was vaguely experimental? very vaguely. no! Practice! dragon writing practice!#i just wanted to have some fr fun!#i do want to write more little snippets for my lair#especially penumbra...#snippets from the bog#flight rising#fr writing#honey and grace are fun to think about sometimes#theyre just flying around sornieth! delivering things and meeting dragons and seeing the sights#i feel like they'd have the Worst luck and would manage to be there for every big event#the ancients reawakening? there. the obelisks emerging? delivering messages from the site. Luminax? barely dodged that bullet. etc!#honey just wants to do his job man... cmon...
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have this bat dragon drawn on Clip Studio Paint yesterday
#bat#silva draws#dragon#bat dragon#the name of their species would be named volans umbra#more commonly called Umbra(-e) → shadow(-s)#the “(-e)” is for plural#one Umbra#several Umbrae#by the way it's a design for one of my Beyond the Horizon dragon species#trying to get consistent designs and lore for the tribes#since they tend to live underground but are still flying creatures#it would seem logical to me that they would be based on bats#I however need to do further researches about bats because I know barely nothing about them#if you have infos I would be glad to hear them !!#umbra#umbra dragon#beyond the horizon#← my original story about dragons if I ever have the motivation to write it
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people who hate wolf hall will be so loud and even their critiques are weird. some of these history tudor bloggers do a little too much like if you don't like it fine but idk be normal
#like it's like - if they hate wolf hall or the discussion it curates they are loud about it#like chile#no one cares#until you keep talking about it then it gets annoying#tbh tumblr tudor history blogs scare me when they are too serious#i am just here writing my gay stuff#but they get mad mad#it's like i have to tell hotd twitter - we cant be taking a show about flying dragons seriously#likewise we can't be getting mad mad at ppl for liking a book about a headless man#let's go touch some grass#i'll go first
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My finale review: not enough Aegon.
Also that it was bad, but what else is new.
#literally I didn't care about anyone else#which really sucks bc I love all the actors and they're all wonderful but the writing is so bad#they even managed to ruin Helaena by acting like she doesn't like to fly Dreamfyre#why in the world would she have claimed a dragon then? ugh#whatever man#the season is over thank God#aegon ii targaryen#larys strong#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd spoilers#hotd season 2 spoilers
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working on a gifset and can i just say phia saban the ACTRESS THAT YOU ARE:
the sharp fucking turn when he's like wubuwbwu its a lieeee, the withering looks she gave him. it was excellent.
#tbd#anti helaemond#i guess sorry lol#full offence but i would just throw myself into the godseye if helaena looked at me like that#anyway listen the show is trash and yeah x sucks and y sucks but like i know she channelled all the energy for this one#l'm so bitter about like the lack of helaegon and even saltier bc tom and phia tried to get scenes#they fucked like the worst moment of these two chars lives and didn't even let them share in a loss that only the two of them could fathom#but man i felt it here she was channelling it here ok that's all i can say#it was sooooo you come onto my balcony after you tried to kill my husband and now u try to lie to meee????#will anything come of this? no because condom and hiss are trash but like i am sorryyyyy for enjoying this but i'm not#it's all nonsense but i'm willing to take my CRUMB!!!#but yeah like to be clear: it's frustrating that she's relegated to this no taste for flying shit and i hate it so much#genuinely a disgusting thing to throw in there for a char who canonically loved nothing more than flying on her fucking dragon#bc if they are so determined for her to not wanna burn people there is literally everything to gain and nothing to lose#by having her fly around on dreamfyre just as a show of strength or scouting or anything#and faux feminist sara piss i'll never forgive you for your gross writing#like fucking hate show clownmond so much but like yeah she is his only option i agree#but i'm just going to enjoy this in isolation bc it was so cathartic after rr and a*mond continued to torture a fucking bedridden aegon#and an entire season of his fam treating him like shit#hotd spoilers
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Writing update
Oh Dragon Fly is now officially 100k long…and I am about 2/7 finished with the first part of Ark 2…
No promises, but if I finish 4/7 of this part I might start bi-monthly updates.
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Chapter 18: The End Begins (Part II)
In which Saoirse finally gets some... answers? Also, someone is taken.
Tagging @skinwalkingxana :)
Fandom: Dragon Age 2 / Dragon Age Inquisition
Current Pairings: Cullen Rutherford x OC. Background F!Hawke x Anders
Rating: M (Canon-typical violence & behavior, check tags & CW on chapters)
Links: Whole Work | Chapter 18 | Saoirse Character Sheet
(Dividers by cafekitsune)
"You are not the first she has called here," Marethari murmured. "I shall not reveal her identity to you, if she has not done so already. The creature you summoned, spirit or not, is correct. She plucks at the threads of fate like a spider plucks at a web, ensuring their strength and testing for flies caught in their strands." Marethari stood, looking out over the edge of the cliff towards the afternoon sun. "You will see her again, I have no doubt. She collects from those she has invested in."
"You sound like you know from experience," Saoirse grumbled as she refused to stand, heels of her hands pressed against her eyes. Marethari made a half-hearted noise of assent. "Great." Saoirse finally sat up and stared at the ritual circle, facing away from Marethari. "You're right that she hasn't told me explicitly who she is, but I have a pretty good guess. Hawke came to you some time ago, didn't she? As a favor for the Witch of the Wilds?"
Marethari paused, gripping her staff with both hands as if she would bound away any second, and then sighed and nodded her head. Saoirse felt the sardonic laugh from yesterday bubbling up in her stomach again, and she fell backwards into the grass. Her laughter echoed across the stonework and down the cliffside and she almost thought that other laughs joined it before she finally had to take a breath.
"Fuck me," she hollered into the open sky, arms outstretched to the heavens and tears rolling down from her eyes to her ears. "Hawke didn't want me to call myself a daughter of the Witch of the Wilds. She thought that would be inviting danger. Turns out" — she lost herself to laughter again — "I might as well have been Chasind all along."
#fae are the most fun characters to write and they are SO HARD TO PLAY because I can't come up with this shit on the fly#but seriously fauns will fuck your shit up while giggling#creepy mfers#also hawke needs a hug#no cullen this time sorry#next chapter he will be back!#dragon age#da2#dragon age 2#dragon age fanfic#dragon age 2 fanfiction#da2 fanfiction#dragon age fanfiction#work in progress#one of the good ones#5e girl in Thedas#oc:saoirse the druid#cullen rutherford#cullen x oc#cullen x oc slow burn
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Its not goodbye, its see you later 🥲
We're taking a much-needed break to rest and plan for the next few arcs ♠️
We'll be sharing one-shots from different podcasts featuring the cast, so there's still loads of great material for you to enjoy! 💚
See you in January! 💜
#WE LOVE YOU#ellie just needs time to write#and also maybe take a nap#its gonna fly by tho!#i think esp for new listeners who may not know that these guest episodes exist!#also gonna be quiet on socials for a lil while#although i can be relied upon to chat on tumblr every so often#see ya on the flip side xx#deck of many aces#podcast#ttrpg#dnd#dungeons and dragons#actual play podcast#asexual#aromantic#doma
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