#the gradient was a pain in the ass >:C

[peacedomain]

✧ @steel-and-fire

𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒓  𝒊𝒔  𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒆𝒍  𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘, 𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔  𝒏𝒐  𝒖𝒔𝒆  ⸻  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒚  𝒐𝒇  𝒂  𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅  𝒎𝒂𝒏  𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘  𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓  𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒊𝒏  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆'𝒔  𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚.

it's  the  warrior that's  in  front  of  her,  and  yet  she  sees  only  the  lifeless  body.  the  first  death  the  young  woman  had  ever  encountered,  not  knowing  her  path  will  be  paved  with  many,  many  more.

dragonborn's  words  are  not  reaching  the  girl's  ears,  her  body  deaf  to  anything  he  says,  until  a  hand  is  offered  —  only  then  𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞  meets  𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝  and  world  is  no  longer  a  blur.

the  gesture  is  not  returned,  delicate  hands  covered  in  vomit  the  girls  tries  to  wipe  onto  her  dress.

❝ i'm—  i'm  so  sorry, ❞  she  says,  a  mix  of  sob  and  embarassment;  not  knowing  what  to  do,  what  to  respond  with.  ❝ is—  does  anyone  require  medical  attention?  do  you  need—  d-do  you  need  healing? ❞

The fight took a sharp turn, as more raiders started to waver, seeing their comrades fall all around them. The villagers were getting the upper hand, with farming tools in hand, and the metal-clad dragonblood was leading the charge, his hammer breaking bones, his shield pushing them back.

The protection or the divine that he felt on him made him lighter, stronger, tougher. He felt like he could fight the world, and he didnt stop his advance. "Push them back!! A little more!!" He urged, he inspired. "Take heel and never come back!!", he shouted, he threatened!

The leader stepped forth, charging at him, a woman with more scars than years and two axes on hand. They classed, steel against steel, might versus might. In the circle that created among the battle, Ferenir dueled her to submission, forcing her to escape by using her lackies as shields.

They run. They all run. And the screams of triumph echoed loudly from the defenders, who had done the impossible. Ferenir breathed hard, exhausted. Despite the cheers, he could feel a voice in his head. Mourning. Crying. He turns around, and he sees her, and he recognizes her at once, the connection formed between them by her magic leaving no doubt in his mind.

Pushing past everyone, with slow steps, he kneels in front of her, between her and the body she is looking at, hiding the view. Dark hair fall in front of his golden eyes, dirt and dried blood on his face and armor. Yet he offers her a hand, and a warm, soft smile.

"Thank you for your help...we have won. Everyone is safe now."

[authoratmidnight]

When i was looking around on the wikipedia page to find out when the pan flag was created I noticed this and, ????

Firstly) Uhhhhhh, ‘new’ flag, since when?? I ain’t heard nothing about this. Don’t know why a flag that’s been around since 2010 needs to be updated

2) While the desaturation is nice for those who might find the original a bit of an eye strain, why did each bar have to get split into two and basically be a gradient? Do you know much of a pain in the ass that’ll be for artists?? The 3 colours is just fine. Not every flag needs to have 6 stripes.

Plus from a distance the colour blend together anyways so it looks like 3 bars regardless

3) You uh, got a source on this ‘update’ b/c I can’t find one. Certainly not on the PAGE. ffs Like if you’re gonna make this claim a link would be nice.