#ty friend!! :D

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

23 for rivermaid/water spirit of choice?

23. Loss of powers/abilities/skills many thoughts head full about beleriandic rivermaidens etc.

Gelion knows. 

Long before the Eldar that dwell by her shores know, she knows. 

She knows long before Ulmo shakes the ground or Manwe thunders through the sky or Varda’s stars burn with too intense light. 

It is subtle, at first, barely even noticeable until it is too late. 

Her waters are less clear than she usually keeps them.

More foul things cross her shores.

She is unable to see as far as she might.

Then, all burns.

The fish and creatures that make their homes in her water die, poisoned.

Helevorn is defiled, and Gelion doesn't know if her friend will ever be able to leave her waters again.

The days grow darker, and it is all Gelion can do to keep those dwelling along her shores -- retreating from the fighting that shakes the coast -- safe, but soon she will not be able to do that anymore.

Piece by piece, like the shore chipping at a stone bank, Beleriand chips under the force of the Valar and the Maiar fighting with all their might.

She is a spectator now, unable to offer even mild protection.

When Beleriand finally capsizes, like a boat dragged under the riptide, she wonders if it was the right choice.

[impossible-rat-babies]

3 for the glamour plates!! <3

the baby warrior glam + new shire axe bc i can't be arsed to glam it until i get my big boy warrior glam lol

[verocitea]

*insert a fun and witty autumn related caption here*

[mildarka]

For the art request I'd like to ask for reverted AU Night in Killer's big jacket missing the boys and Dream trying to comfort him?

Dream's trying his best

[felassan]

it looks like quite a few of the Dragon Age 'extended' (books, comics) etc materials are discounted on Amazon at the moment. I don't know if it's a DA-specific thing or a general sale, but anyways, in case this helps anyone:

Dragon Age: The First Five Graphic Novels - $29.99 $23.34 (22% off)

Dragon Age: The World of Thedas Boxed Set - $59.99 $35.99 (40% off)

Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights - $19.99 $13.39 (33% off)

Dragon Age: The Missing - $19.99 $16.00 (20% off)

Dragon Age: The Official Cookbook: Taste of Thedas - $34.99 $23.08 (34% off)

Dragon Age: Wraiths of Tevinter - $39.99 $23.49 (41% off)

Dark Horse Deluxe Dragon Age: World of Thedas Map Puzzle, Multicolor - $19.99 $16.91 (15% off)

Dragon Age: Dark Fortress - $19.99 $17.05 (15% off)

Dragon Age: Blue Wraith - $17.99 $15.59 (13% off)

The Art of Dragon Age: Inquisition - $49.99 $25.49 (49% off)

 Dragon Age: The World of Thedas Volume 1 - $49.99 $29.50 (41% off)

Dragon Age: Dawn of the Seeker [Blu-ray] - $14.98 $8.00 (47% off)

Dragon Age: Dawn of the Seeker DVD - $9.98 $6.29 (37% off)

Dragon Age: The World of Thedas Volume 2 - $49.99 $28.62 (43% off)

Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne - $19.99 $15.27 (24% off)

Dragon Age: Asunder: Asunder - $20.99 $12.66 (40% off)

Dragon Age: The Calling - $21.99 $11.69 (47% off)

(still worth checking other outlets though in case you can get them for better prices there, this post isn't meant as a 'this is the cheapest place to get them right now, post, it's just a 'I noticed these were all discounted for whatever reason on Amazon' post).

[kkoct-ik]

anon request from the other day for the :)

[blackjackkent]

Prompt fill for @astreamofstars from this ask meme: Lord Huron Lyric Prompts

Khalid (and Jaheira) - "watch for a sign in the midnight sky"

My first attempt at proper writing of Khalid! Deeply enjoyed this and I hope you do too. :D

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Khalid fidgets aimlessly with one sleeve of his armor, trying in vain to get the leather greaves to settle more comfortably in place. It is all new equipment, purchased out of his scant funds on his arrival in Baldur's Gate, and it has not yet had time to become fully broken in. 

Had he been able to bring his amlak armor from home, perhaps he would feel more comfortable now. Miserable though he was in Calimport's city guard, his armor at least had been very good, carefully polished and molded to his body from months of hard use. But it has been left behind, along with everything else about his old life - the corruption of his superior officers on the one hand and the disinterested cruelty of his father and half-brothers on the other. 

So here he is, for better or for worse - half a world away in ill-fitting armor, chasing rumors and wild hope. He has heard the tales of an institution where his skills would go to better use, a group of warriors who fight not for power and coin but for balance. Perhaps the Harpers will prove to be the true family he has been searching for.

The recruiter he spoke to - a furtive, laconic fellow with a hand always on his dagger - said Khalid measured well in conversation, but that the only real test of a new Harper was action. “Wait tonight in the square in Norchapel,” he had said with the ghost of a smile. “I will have some of my people find you near midnight. Identify yourself to them, and they will have a task for you. Prove true in that business and there may be a place for you among us.”

It's a cold night. The Norchapel square is empty and lit only by the ominous flickering light of the single streetlamp under which Khalid is waiting. Privately he is starting to wonder if this is part of the test - to hold to his patience in spite of the chill and silence - and if the task that lies ahead could in truth just as easily be done in daylight. But nevertheless he waits, just as instructed, as the clock in his mind slowly ticks from midnight on towards one o'clock. 

“Watch for a sign in the midnight sky,” growls a voice almost at his elbow, making him jump. He hadn't heard anyone approach. 

Then he steadies himself, swallows nervously, and gives the counter-phrase without turning around. “F-f-for by the m-moon's light, we unearth all s-secrets,” he says earnestly. 

His new conversational partner emerges out of the shadows and into the light of the streetlamp where Khalid can see him. He's a big, bulky human with dark skin and hair, broad and muscular, which makes it all the more impressive how silently he moves, his feet rolling heel to toe across the cobblestones.

On his left is a brass dragonborn with a pair of lethal-looking katanas and an incongruous cocksure grin. On his right is a young half-elven woman, about Khalid's own age, with a quarterstaff in one hand and an expression as unreadable as the stone wall behind her. All three of them wear the subtle silver pin of the Harpers at the fastening of their cloaks. 

“By the moon's light indeed,” the human says pleasantly, reaching out a hand for Khalid to shake. “You'll be our new recruit, then? Khalid yn Munir?”

Khalid hesitates as he releases the handshake. “J-j-just Khalid,” he finally says quietly. 

“As you wish,” the Harper agrees. He doesn't seem surprised; Khalid is no doubt not the first initiate to be leaving something behind. “My name is Vartan. This is Kambas and Jaheira,” he explains, gesturing at each of his companions in turn. “We are to accompany you on a test of your skill and commitment. Hold true and the Harpers shall welcome you.”

“Y-y-yes,” Khalid says earnestly. “I am ready t-to assist in any way I c-c-can.” 

He gets rather stuck on the last word and Kambas laughs softly, a rumbling noise like an avalanche. “Twitchy little thing, isn't he,” the dragonborn says. 

As mockings go, it’s far less malicious than the ones Khalid is used to; indeed, the Harper doesn’t seem to be saying it with cruelty. It’s just an observation, as if he was commenting about the weather. Khalid is already shrugging it off automatically - but to his surprise, the half-elf, Jaheira, stirs suddenly. She’s been watching Khalid in silence with deep, appraising intensity, but now nudges her companion with the butt of her staff.

“Do not be unkind, Kambas,” she says sharply.

The dragonborn’s grin widens and he lifts his hands defensively. “Just messin’ around, Jay,” he says with an air of affable mischief.

“Choose your targets with more care,” she says firmly, “and while you are at it, do not call me that.” She rolls her eyes and catches Khalid’s gaze; a subtle smile twitches her lips up at the corners. “You see you should not take it personally; he is a little shit to us all in equality.”

“So is maintained the balance,” Vartan intones, and Kambas laughs again.

Khalid feels himself start to relax, and smiles back at Jaheira. “I th-thank you for the s-s-support,” he murmurs.

For just a moment - almost as if in spite of herself - her smile settles into something less sardonic and more genuine, and he finds himself struck to inner stillness by the way it lights her eyes. She is a few years his senior and her face already bears the marks of whatever violence in which the Harpers have employed her, but the smile does a great deal to soften it, to show an edge of kindness beneath the cool front. She looks at him and seems pleased with what she sees.

After so many years flanked by various flavors of cruelty, he finds himself utterly captivated by that soft edge, that approval. He stares back at her and feels heat climb up his neck. His tongue, already given to betraying him, feels heavy as lead in his mouth and in that moment he’s not sure he could speak at all.

Then it’s gone. The moment passes; her eyes hood over again and she looks away from him towards Vartan. “Well. Shall we be about it, then?” she asks briskly. “Let us see what our new Harper can do.”

[crescentfool]

adventures in makomart!

[skitskatdacat63]

"Non paeniteo potitus."

+ details & process

And, process !!

The jump btwn the second to last and last always surprise me whenever I make one of these because I always forget to take snapshots after I start painting. It's always like: oh yeah heres the lineart with some colors- BOOM fully finished✨️

What he's holding are the Austrian imperial scepter and orb, seen below:

I was going to draw the crown too but decided I don't hate myself that much(maybe some other day), and gave him a golden laurel crown, bcs I'm obsessed with that as a motif, and also its very remincient of the boy king statue that started this whole thing!

There's some symbolism of this, both intentionally but also just historically. I love that the orb represents that the monarch is holding the world in their hand, basically every old monarchy has one of those, and I think it's very cool for symbolism. But also bcs of that, I was forced to basically draw catholic fanart so, you win some you lose some. The star halo above him head is both to reference those religious statues with star crowns(I saw them a lot in Europe and they imprinted onto my brain), as well as: his four championships of course!

[galaxy-bri]

3am shenanigans

[eyeofthechasm]

HAIIII!! 2 10 and 14 for the ask gamee :3?

PASTELL HIIIII!!!!

2 - favorite NPC

uh. Tbh. I didn’t rlly pay attention to the npcs when i played lmao. Probably claude tho shes rlly cool

10 - any in-world headcanons?

Ooohhh boy uh. tumblr ate my last draft so this may be brief

The residents of the Island still exist there. They just kinda. forgot. everything about the outside world

Healing Craft leaves scars if the injury’s bigger than like. A three inch gash. It also sometimes heals bones weird if they’re broken in like. a completely different direction. Also it hurts if you don’t do it right.

14 - favorite character portraits

Tge sillies,,,,,i love them all

(act 6 spoils)

[sweetearthandnorthernsky]

sable 4, vert 5, gold 5 from the heraldry asks for sae?

Sable (Black) - Constancy and Grief. 4– Has your OC always feared the loss of the same thing - perhaps a loved one, a valuable artifact or a carefully nurtured reputation? Or do they look back with amusement on what once felt important to them?

Okay so like. Deep down/subconsciously, I think Sae’s always been ✨terrified✨ for Gondor, and I think that never quite really goes away for a really long time. Less subconsciously, she’s worried about her family almost the entire time while she’s trying to get back to them. (Finding Enerdhil in the houses of healing w black breath & learning that Dirhaval is missing in Osgiliath does not help this)

Vert (Green) - Hope, Joy and Fidelity. 5 - If your OC could be granted one wish for the future, but could only wish on behalf of another person, who would they choose? And for what would they wish?

This one. This one is mean lol, there are so many people that Sae cares about but– If she had to absolutely pick one person and one wish only. For one person specifically, it’d be Faramir, son of Ondoher, to finally go have rest after death. If it were for a singular group, it'd be for for the ghosts that linger in the bath-houses for the same reason. (Unless I’m a clown and there’s a quest where you actually put them to rest, because I don’t remember.)

Or (Gold) – Worthy Ambition. 5 – What does your OC consider to be the noblest or most admirable ambition for a person to hold? Perhaps spreading a particular religious faith? Or improving the lives of the poor? Or even perfecting their own martial skill?

I think that for Sae, the noblest thing for a person to do is to help other people without expectation of gain, so like, to someone to devote their life to that, she really respects it.

Especially with regards to education? Like, I imagine that Education ™ in Gondor is held extremely high regard, and she really respects those who go out of their way to educate those who may not have those resources. (Something something, faramir quote, something something, wisdom, something something.)

[juicezone]

🌧️ or 🦈 !! or both !! - 🦋🌙

the amt of times i've talked abt ward running around int eh rain but never actually drawn it (drawing rain and wet is so hard to me. golly) but he literally ditches the raincoat and boots asap so bones honeslt doesn't even bother anymore. inevitably, ward WILL lose a shoe so he just wears cheap flipflops now. he gets DRENCHED. he will refuse to come in until he's bitten his tongue bc his teeth are chattering so much. he'll get a cold and he'll do it again in a heartbeat

Outfit ask prompts here, feel free to send them for Ward, Cooper, or Rory!

[pennedinblood]

as of ten minutes ago we are officially Jobless™️. my sign to retire early and devote the remainder of my existence to writing toxic old man yaoi

[ohyesididnotjustdothat]

[snickerdoodlles]

😈 or 🍬! (or should I have used 🍪 to say you're a treat all on your own? 🤔)

this is true, I'm a snack 😘 here's a future snippet for making assumptions fic!

Chay’s made a right mess of his office by the time Kim manages to join him at the studio. The little murphy bed on the wall is still hanging out, with a rumpled pillow tossed aside carelessly and a blanket spilling over the edge. Chay’s sequestered himself under the little nook it’s made with all his homework and notes strewn around him in a messy half-circle, all of which he ignores anyways as he plays something on his switch. The rest of Kim’s little office fairs no better, Chay having also left a trail of discard shoes, coat, and bags starting from the doorway in a winding trail that ends at him. It makes Kim smile when he sees it, and Chay’s dismayed groan when he notices him makes him smile even wider.

“Kim! You can’t be here!”

Kim props himself against the doorway and raises an eyebrow at Chay, and doesn’t hide his growing amusement as he watches Chay remember where exactly he is.

Chay barrels on anyways. “Didn’t you hear? The power went out suddenly.” Kim laughs at the familiar excuse and Chay starts to smile too. “Yeah, the whole building, but especially your office. Totally dead! Not a spark to be found! No point in coming by, we definitely need to meet somewhere else.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the hurricane coming through, would it? I heard we were having some off-season weather,” Kim says innocently. Chay gasps and throws an eraser at him, which Kim easily catches. “It seems to have hit my office. Exclusively.”

“You—!" Chay throws another eraser at him, then a marker, and sticks his tongue out when Kim catches both. “Yes! We’re having the strangest weather right now, it’s even started raining office supplies.” He throws another marker, and Kim finally retaliates with throwing back the first eraser. It bonks Chay in the forehead, and he turns a large pout onto Kim. “See what I’m trying to save you from!”

Kim laughs and throws both markers back, which Chay smacks out of the air with a dramatic hi-yah! “You’re all altruism.”

“I am, thank you for noticing.”

Kim throws the last eraser back with a wide grin. “Does hurricane Chay want to stay, or would he like to join me in destroying some snacks too?"