Love yapping, romantasy, general escapism, tragically misunderstood elves, egg flour soup, creek water, fuzzy blankets, and the occasional cat hair in your eyeball? I think we'll get along just fine <3
Rare is usually a compliment. Rare is a beautiful flower. Rare is fine silks and exotic cheeses. Rare is not something Varisa ever wanted to be. In Thedas, Omegas are cursed to either live their lives in hiding or in suffering. She was safer hiding away with her Dalish clan, but events at the Conclave made the chances of her ever returning slim. One prideful, smooth-talking man drove her from home, and now, another whose very name embodies that thing she hates is threatening to change her whole world.
*The Circle Elf and the Apostate
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Enter Soren Tabris, a gorgeous 24-year-old Circle mage who happens to have a thing for men– and one smooth-talking, shiny-headed man in particular. And let’s be real, Solas is definitely bisexual.
*Forgo Pretending
A One-Shot
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The Dread Wolf made for a difficult target. He was never in the same place for long, his comings and goings never predictable, his demeanor always careful and reserved. How would you get a wolf to let its guard down? How do you get a god to become vulnerable? Well, for Caron that wasn’t so difficult. It so happened that the Dread Wolf had a soft spot in his heart that he desperately wanted to forget, and all Caron had to do was wait…
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Fact: Apart from pure recognition factor, one of the major reasons your fanart gets more eyes on it than our OCs is because people are perverts for narrative context, and your OCs don't have any.
Corollary: You don't actually need to write a whole-ass graphic novel to achieve that narrative context. You do need to know what your OCs' story is, but once you do, you can literally just draw contexless snapshots from that story that raise more questions than they answer and people will fill in the blanks.
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i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh
when I drew this comic 3 years ago I had NO idea how far it would reach. I'm happy to finally share a corrected version with proper abbreviations, and even MORE state names of indigenous origin ♥️
however, the goal of this comic was to inspire people to do your OWN research on indigenous history. To question everything we have been taught, and everything that has been pointedly left out. This erasure, this “forgetting”, of history is not just of the past… it is happening now.
- Across so-called Canada, the US, and US-occupied islands, native women are victims of murder at 10-12x the rate of non-native people, and are the most likely to go missing without being searched for by the law.
- Native reservations have the highest rates of poverty in the US, with over HALF of tribal homes with no access to clean water (with more joining this list by the year)
- Native people are 6-10x more likely to be unhoused than the rest of the population, and native teens suffer suicide rates higher than any other demographic.
This list of modern day genocide goes on (thank you for compiling @theindigenousanarchist <3) and yet take a look at those environmental stats!
Native people manage to do SO much for the planet as a whole - thanklessly - and with all this stacked against them. Don't even get me started on kin fighting in south america. Could you imagine if there was help? #landback is resistance to genocide, and it is the key to saving our warming earth.
So look into it and the other hashtags, cuz a cartoon goose ain't a substitute for a proper education.
Love to my grandparents who always kept a map of tribal territories of turtle island on their wall, to speaking on our Tsalagi & Saponi heritage. Love & solidarity forever, happy research, and
happy #indigenouspeoplesday
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(Also, if you care to support the artist, I'm publishing a book ! and writing another - a fantastical afroindigenous graphic novel - that I post exclusively about with tons of other art on my patreon.)
So this is hella rough and there’s a chance by the time the chapter’s up, it will look completely different (🙂👍) but here’s a lil chunk of Time. Last chapter makes no sense out of context but left it in here for the haha
Often she wonders, when she's alive and she's asleep, if she is two people split. There is her when she's walking, waking—strong, assured, composed. And then she sleeps to slip into someone shaking or a sap. She hates this self.
She finds herself in the Fade again. She has mastered the film that seems to coat her vision—pixelate and crystallize it—since so long ago when Kieran taught her to tell it apart.
Thea's (real) brows tug when, above her, the grains turn to silverite. She blinks and she can no longer reach them with her hands because the stars have woven into the dark blue of a mid night sky. Her bed is a bed of grass. Thea's mind tells her she is warm and that she smells oranges. She sits up, looks at the waxed moon and beneath it, the head that reflects it.
Had to do this bc I get to beat postbox in the tags 😈. Please do this anyway if you have something in the works! Art or writing. I want to see. And @ me so I can see.
This has been in the works for a good while now—so sorry to my readers. I’ve got about 100 different excuses why it’s going so late, but it is what it is. Anyway, this is from Chapter 5: The Mirror from A Pair of Pointed Ears
He led them further into the castle, and Varisa’s eyes caught over every corner—every shadow. Beside her, Varric mumbled something about ‘creepy castles,’ and just behind him, Bull grunted in agreement. Moments later, they’d reached a throne room—or whatever they called it for arls—flanked on either side by a row of men in red and blue. Varisa started to count: One. Two. Three… Five… Eight—
“My lord magister, the agents of the Inquisition have arrived.”
Alexius sat in his fancy little chair on the other side of the room, and at his side was the grand enchanter, looking just as sad and pathetic as before. Varisa and her companions crossed the room with an air of confidence and authority. The feeling was hollow. It was uniquely disconcerting, walking into the center of an unfamiliar room, surrounded by people she knew could and would try to hurt her at any moment. They stopped almost directly in front of Alexius, and he rose from his chair to greet them, smile wide and eyes cold. His arms spread in mock welcome.
“My friend!” he said, directly to her. Her eyes narrowed. “It is good to see you again. And” —his gaze flicked, distasteful, over her companions— “your associates, of course. I’m sure we can work out some arrangement that is equitable to all parties.”
A look of alarm passed over the grand enchanter’s face then, and she stepped forward, albeit hesitantly.
“Are we mages to have no voice in deciding our fate?”
You decided your fate when you ‘indentured’ yourselves, Varisa didn’t say.
“Fiona,” he said, tone patronizingly sweet. “You would not have turned your followers over to my care if you did not trust me with their lives.”
“Because you simply ooze trust,” Hawke said dryly.
“Yes, the Magisterium tells me that so often,” Alexius quipped back—even drier. The back of Varisa’s neck tingled with the urge to keep an eye on the cultists behind her. She forced herself to ignore it. The Iron Bull could cut any of them down in an instant—and Solas liked her. He wouldn’t just stand by. And Varric, he’d probably protect a nug from the Venatori. Even Sera would jump at the chance to stick her arrows in their faces. So, Hawke might not have her back, and Varisa could never be a hundred percent sure if a person was trustworthy, but she was starting to believe this ragtag team she had would protect her. Wasn’t she? Well, if that didn’t work, there was still the vial.
Alexius clapped his hands together, gaze back on Varisa. “Shall we begin our talks?”
Realizing she had no say in the matter, Fiona bowed her head in defeat and stepped back. Varisa watched on scornfully, feeling no semblance of sympathy for the woman. Felasil.
Hawke answered for her, and quite frankly, she preferred it that way. The less she spoke to the magister, the better. “Yes, and I’ll cut to the chase: we want the mages.”
The magister regarded him coolly before turning and retaking his seat in front of them, his robes flourishing slightly. He let the statement hang in the air a moment before deigning to answer.
“Yes, and I have them. So—what shall you offer in exchange?”
“Connections,” Hawke said confidently. “You seem to have taken a liking to this place. And the Inquisition is backed by Orlais. Need I continue?”
Alexius looked disappointed. “No, you need not. I’m not sure what the Orlesian nobility have to offer that I don’t already possess.” A pause. “Perhaps the Herald has thoughts on the matter,” he said, returning his attention to her. Hawke’s expression hardened, but he said nothing as his narrowed gaze turned to add to the many already set upon her. And this time, when the silence fell heavily in the room, it seemed to threaten her with its continuance until she would answer it. She felt it pluck at her guts like harp strings and run its claws over her prickling skin. There were enemies behind her. An enemy in front of her. Probably a future enemy beside her. She didn’t want to play this game anymore. She didn’t understand why they still were. Every single person in this room knew what this was. Why couldn’t they just get it all over with?
“I think…” Varisa started with a steadying breath, “you can take your filthy robes and your time magic and your damned Venatori cultists and fuck off.”
Just a beat of silence followed her, like the lapse in time between cutting the cord and watching the weight drop.
Tagged by @damndirtyheathen @ezriell @a-mumbling-nerd @junderiva
It’s so thoughtful that all of you fellas tagged me- sorry if you did it last month and I’m just doing this now 🫣
Favorite color: Scheele’s green and lilac
Last song: Time Will Change you by the Crane Wives (for Lisel inspiration of course)
Currently reading: I’m an elementary school librarian so I’ve been having a great time reading kid book’s! Currently on Matilda Bone which is a story of a girl training to be a bone setter in the Middle Ages. It’s made up of all the tropes I use for my OCs so I really wish I’d read it as a kid!
Currently watching: I don’t really watch TV and can’t name the last show I watched. Probably the walking dead back in 2016???
I’m currently playing Oblivion and Sims 4 though.
Currently craving: I just got back from vacation and ate so much rich food- can’t say I’m craving anything at the moment 😅
Coffee or tea: I drink both but not often. Caffeine doesn’t do much but make my heart rate increase so I’ve never been that interested in it.
Iced tea is probably my favorite drink though? But I like to save it for hot summer days.
I’m going to add one for whoever I tag:
What are your pets name/species?
Gonna low pressure tag: @junejems & @herondahlia & @josiesruffles & @nevarrantorte & @sleepingtodream & @augustnugs (I know some of you guys have tagged me in other ones semi recently and I probably didn’t get to them, but thank you nonetheless!!!)
Hi! Thank you so much for tagging me @antivan-sprig <3
Favorite color: the color of tree moss in the Pacific Northwest or grass after it’s been rained on
Last song: Alice’s Theme by Danny Elfman (from Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland). I basically listen to fantasy music all the time because the feels ^v^
Currently reading: about 20 different webcomics between Manta and WEBTOON lol. My favorite right now is Osora
Currently watching: RE-watching Avatar: the Last Airbender because my cousins have never seen it (a crime only Uncle Iroh could forgive them for)
Currently craving: a chicken bacon ranch bowl from Subway, which is where I work lol
Coffee or tea: I love Yogi throat comfort tea
Pets: a black cat and a tuxedo named Boo-Boo and Bond respectively <3
My lover, my hero, the only reason I return time and time again to do this. Thanks for the tag @postboxrose!
Here’s the last thing I added to Chapter 8 of Time!
She does not miss his silent entrance, he knows, because he does not miss the flesh that rises on the exposed skin of her neck beneath the cotton that covers her hair.
I’ve been neglecting Time lately was 3w1r :( :/ BUT WE ARE BACK.
Tagging the usuals: @herondahlia @sandetigerrr @goobigoombi @kithsana @liberaquantobasta-catossa @crittadownunder
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just noticed a typo in one of my published smut fics where I wrote “sock” instead of “cock”. I will now go live the rest of my life in the forest where no one will ever see or hear from me again
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In this link there is definitely not a folder with every Dragon Age eBook, numbered in order of reading plus the two Encyclopedias about the world. Please do not use the link, there are not free books in there.
