#volka

[lokey-y]

[dreamtigress]

Vindingrijkheid

Vindingrijkheid (Fabrication/Invention) is a spinoff story from Kanej Wensen, featuring Jesper starting his apprenticeship with Tij Bashnya at Toren Leder.

This takes place during and after Verbanden & Geesten. Jes begins learning how to better focus his powers, some leather crafting, and a good chunk about his mentor as well. We get a section from Tij’s POV, and see how she views her new found apprentice. We also get to see Jesper and Tij trading stories as they work on a custom order for Kaz.

CW for some discussions of past trauma, death, grief, and torture.

[rottenjestingdemon]

Decided to keep the pupils on Frisk despite my initial plan because she looks more like a scared deer with em-

This is Pneuma rot from @moth-volka , i read it a while ago (despite probably shouldnt) and loved it, gotta reread it again! Its heavily dead dove though so read the tags and proceed with caution

[nsewell]

volka aeducan 🤝 kithrin ingellvar: being found left to fend for themselves in situations that have people scratching their heads like tf is a lone dwarf doing down here

[nanowatzophina]

💜

[wildestdreamcatcher]

I feel like this song really relates to isaiah in a sense, specifically how he feels about Dallare. Isaiah loves dallare so mcuh but is constantly being broken down by them, everytime the argue or fight a little peice of him is broken and they slowly stop being themself. The only time Isaiah was every really himself was in Dallare was in the psych ward and after Dallare is arrested

I feel so bad for Isaiah. And he probably feels really drained, physically and mentally, from everything that goes on.

[volkaprocode]

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[foxpopvli]

12. Lisa (Kak Lisa Volka Sudila)

[itssagaruu]

can we have okiya subaru, haibara, and conan trying to act normal on a bus but are failing because gin is on the same bus

(don't put volka, he would find them out)

I got you, Anon!

conan never acts normal around gin and neither did haibara-- tho I did have fun with it and make cone can't resist snapping some photos of Gin! Akai as Subaru would totally support conan and haibara on the side panicking enough for these two hehehe Sorry this took too long, Life happened and I don't really know how to portray this request till now, still, Thank you for sending this request!

[amgerychair]

Layne Staley

March 16, 1991 / Sporthalle Volka, Volklingen, Germany (EU tour supporting Megadeth) / 📷 Carmelo Giordano

[somadrawsart]

My deep dark secret is that I don't really care that much about necrons but I'll always take the opportunity to draw a cool skeleton lady.

The vibe here was that I saw really pretty art of Khalida from WH Fantasy and wanted to do something in that vein for 40k. If you're wondering why she has half a human face, idk. Maybe the necrontyr resembled humans somewhat, and she's trying to recapture her mortal form? Maybe she just likes how they look and she's a cosplayer? Maybe she stole it? With her body I had the same goal as with the tech priest design I did before, where I wanted her to have a femme presenting figure without resorting to giving her a massive boob plate or something. In Asaph's case I decided she should be tall and spindly, which I think makes her look really unnerving with her human face and all. The hair is partially a test for a redesign of an old Imperial Knight oc I have, Volka Arkhad. I wanna give her really long twin braids or something.

[merciawintersageposting]

More head canon: how Rook relates to death- and secrets🗡️☠️

The Magpie, Part 3

What is death to a Crow but a looking glass?

A shiny object glinting with life's secrets at its surface, limned with sharp edges and fractured memories. The pursuit of secrets comes at a high price- and life in Thedas is always below asking. Rook had learned this many times the hard way.

For them, there is something worse than dying. To watch the innocent suffer and die, sacrifices on the altar of some noble's great aspirations- or worse, their wounded pride. Lowborn lives fall as the leaves do, so many unnamed and easily crushed underfoot. Such is the life of the few children who survive long enough in the Guild to become Magpies- procurers of secrets and intelligence. For Dalish children sold to the Guild by starving or greedy or desperate caretakers this is learned over and over.

Once, there was a time Rook foolishly thought themselves inured to it. But the mirror of death makes all hidden truths plain.

The job was simple: retrieve a packet of letters from a minor noble's home in Redcliffe. Pose as a new servant, locate the letters on his estate, retrieve them and leave no mess behind. But the thing about blending in is that it sometimes requires you to be seen and known- a thing which they had never experienced without a feeling of terror, anticipating a blow.

Rook first appeared on their doorstep with a short-term contract, all the correct recommendations and due respect to the lord of the manor, a taciturn warhorse whose glory days had long since faded. He seemed good enough as any man, if a bit inattentive.

Though a skeleton crew, the chambermaids and footmen took a kindly concern for each other, and so Rook befriended them with shy smiles and offers to help with the laundry. The head steward Dereth was a challenge. With long and lanky hair, the old Dalish man bore Dirthamen's vallaslin, and the knowing looks of someone who sees too perceptively, who has lived longer than his seventy years. This contradictory mixture of savvy and softness perturbed Rook. Having few memories of their father that weren't laced with fear, they found it difficult to get their bearings. Then they learned Dereth had taken to teaching some of the young pages to read, hoping some could make a better life for themselves as he had.

Rook assured him they could read, which he laughed at- the gritty sound reminding them of sand on a cabin floor. As they both assisted the cook in making preparations for the week’s meals, Dereth taught them old poems, using the chopping sound of knives on vegetables to keep the rhythm.

"I had aspirations to it once y'know. But, you- you've a voice for it. Someday I think," Dereth pronounced, "you'll be a great poet."

It was nice. This was, Rook thought, what it must be like to be normal and have people who saw you as more than property or a pawn.

But a contract requires its due. And so one day, Rook disappeared.

Discretion is a Crow's greatest asset. But Rook was possessed of a strange curiosity, and allowed themselves one glance at the packet before handing it in. Flowing handwriting by a lettered and artful hand had spelled out part of a name Pr. Volka- and the rest dotted by a watermark.

The packet successfully delivered, they returned to their usual hiding place- a little hayloft rarely visited by anyone other than workaday farm hands. Horses are good company and even better night watchmen.

Crows and their flock are instructed never to seek out again that which was visited before. But Rook's thoughts of the people they left behind on the Radcliffe job frayed at the edges of their mind.

News travels fast. And so Rook learned from one of the newest "recruits" that a Ferelden noble had recently died in his sleep. His heir had returned to right his affairs, and immediately accused his father's aged steward of fomenting rebellion after finding him showing some of the younger servants how to write. When it was further discovered that important documents were unaccounted for, the steward met his end on the edge of a longsword and was left to molder in the sun- an example of what it means when you forget your place in the order of things.

Waiting for the right opportunity, the footmen wrapped his body in brown cloth, and under the cover of night carried him to a spot a league out from the house. He was buried in a modest pine grove, the spot marked by what few offerings the household servants could spare, flowers and painted rocks.

As time passed, the ground settled, and little trace of Dereth's grave remained. Save only for a piece of vellum tied to a stake in the ground.

Look closely and you will find the words almost etched into the vellum in a strong, clear hand:

If I should die and leave you here a while, Be not like others sore undone, Who keep long vigil by the silent dust. For my sake turn again to life and smile, Nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do Something to comfort other hearts than thine. Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine And I perchance may therein comfort you.*

for fred.

*Turn Again to Life by Mary Lee Hall.

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

people dont know how to spell valka's name and they spell it like volka... i keep reading her name as "vodka" help

[nsewell]

volka aeducan (sword and shield warrior, ❤️ zevran) / aisling hawke (blood mage, ❤️ isabela) / hesinra lavellan (knight enchanter, ❤️ solas)

ty beloved @druidgroves for tagging my to make my da ocs in this picrew! i have more but these are the gorls in my ‘canon’ world state.

i’ll tag @crownleys, @gauntlings, @kibellah @serenpedac, @bansheeheart, @magebastard and anyone else who wants to

[refra1004-blog]

Foxtober24 Day 12: Lisa (Kak Lisa Volka Sudila)

A quick crappy sketch I just made bc I was busy all day until now, I wish I could have the time to make something more elaborate and fun

[wildestdreamcatcher]

I’ve gotten a lot of people saying that dallare and Rey have nothing in common but they don’t get that both of them are jsut fucking losers

FR!!!!