#here’s as much as I have

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

WIP WEDNESDAY

(This is actually a great idea to make me keep nibbling at this buffet I’ve dreamed up.)

“What is that?”

Find your mother. She will help you. Avoid the Wolf, if you can.

“Is- Maker.”

Help me with this bread? Carefully. Use the cloth… Mamae’s won’t burn, silly.

That is a voice. I try to open my eyes. It’s hard. One of them feels… I don’t know a word for it. Torn?

“Oh kid… hey, um. How bad?”

How did you get up- Nevermind. Why did I bother with the stairs?... This is why we do not jump out of the tall trees. Let me see… come, let Papae see. Yes, I can mend it; you are strong… I know it hurts, da’vhenan. Ir abelas.

I blink at the shadow. It’s… a dragon. But… hands? What had Papae told me they were? Drakelings? No…

“Qunari…”

“Well, they can talk. Kid, can you move? What hurts? You fell out of that… thing.”

What happened to your eye, Papae?

How many times will I tell you this?

Pleeeeaaaase?

You are lucky that you are adorable. Sit and I will tell it again. And then you will sleep?

I promise, Papae, I promise. I will then sleep.

Something has changed when I am able to finally open my eyes completely. I’m not on the ground. It’s a bed made of stretched cloth, I decide, letting my hands roam over the rough canvas edge. But there are many blankets and a burning brazier nearby. I’m cold; this is a mercy. Outside, rain lashes at the tent and there’s a loud, thundering rhythm of something enormous that rushes and retreats, over and over.

I think… I think it’s the sea.

“Well. You woke up.”

Someone makes a sound of effort, rising from where they’ve been crouched or knelt for some time, and then they step into view. Papae painted Qunari, showing me the many different shapes and silhouettes of their horns. Painted the one called The Iron Bull… surely not. Surely not this one. But then, no other had possessed a span quite like this one.

“You wanna tell me how you fell out of a Fade rift, kid? That ain’t normal.”

“I-” One sound makes my throat tear inside and I cough, nearly choking, until the Qunari man presses a flagon the size of my torso into my hands. I drink at his goading. And then sigh in relief. There’s something else in the rainwater he’s given me. Elfroot, maybe. It helps. It’s only now that I realize I can see from only one eye. The other is held shut underneath a bandage.

“I fell out of a what?” I ask, feeling dazedly at my face.

“A Fade rift. Least, that’s what those Inquisition people are calling them. Saw a few in the woods. You with them?”

“Inqui- Inquisition… is that the one with- with a Lavellan? The… Herald?”

“Oh.” The massive man laughs and I feel the bass thrum in my bones and stomach. “You’re from their Clan; didn’t know the Inquisitor was an elf. That’s… interesting.”

“I have to-“ I rise, or try to. An awful swell of dizziness surges through me and the one foot I’ve managed to plant on the ground wobbles. “Ugh…”

“Whoa now. You just turned green.” That’s apparently very funny. “Besides. You’re weird. I’m not letting you just go.”

“Bull, you don’t-“

“Hold up. You know me?”

I swallow. The danger in the Qunari’s voice makes my skin pebble. “I’ve heard of you. And your Chargers. You like hunting dragons.”

The Qunari’s one good eye eyes me with ruthless perception. And then he chuckles. “You been tracking us or something?”

“I’m fourteen.”

“So?”

I have to smile, a sickly little hiss of laughter passing through my lips. I am fourteen, by Papae’s estimations. But… I am also weird, admittedly. At least in comparison to… well. Maybe not so weird now that I think of it. The thought makes me smile.

“Get some sleep. Whatever happened to you, you’re not over it.” He puts his hand on my head and flattens me down on the cot again. There’s no resisting that strength and I have to laugh a little again. The Bull’s own deep chuckle rumbles down to meet it.

“See ya, kid.”

[ugartecoco]

the transition im crying

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

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[duchessripper]

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

[bumbleboa]

oh what a joy it is to get to grow old

[transannabeth]

if you opened discord’s april fools day loot boxes how long did it take you to get all the items? it took my friend 18 boxes but me 65 and i want to see how bad my luck is

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 10th anniversary to FNAF!!

[catmask]

its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[artkaninchenbau]

Crocodile finds a strange stray cat an 11-year old Nico Robin (AU where they met 13 years earlier. Robin's been on the run from the World Government for 3 years. Crocodile's 27 and has not set up base in Alabasta yet)

It seems like I have become possessed. By some sort of demon.

Bonus:

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text) i gotta admit, start of this year was mostly me drawing a bunch of outfits (don't ask me if sokka or suki got the most... i think sokka) if you like these, check out my zuko here as well! these are still influenced by @ranilla-bean fic the iconoclast fic.

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Quite possibly the funniest shit I have ever seen in my life

[prlssprfctn]

To this day, I think the crack-au with Jason joining Bruce Wayne alike competition for fun and accidentally winning, and this becoming a reason why the whole Batfamily finds out that Jason is alive in the first place, is the funniest version of a fix-it scenario.