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Remember that moment in Shifting Sands where they found the outlines of the gold coins and wondered what creature could have made the strange tracks, and that it was probably some kind of terrifying potential guardian that didn't even fear the sand beasts- those were some good times
This is Doom's pov, because my god I can't forgive these book for not having some kind of moment adressing Doom's feeling about Dain being the traitor.
How betrayed Doom must've felt. How much it had hurt to be stabbed in the back by someone you cared for, who you protected both from dangers and from cold harsh truth. Someone you trusted more than anyone. Someone who you saw almost as your son.
How it probably made Doom's trust issues so so much worse.
But how Doom still can't help but grieve for Dain. Not just because of literal death. But a metaphorical one. For him Dain died as soon as he revealed himself as a spy.
I overestimated how long it would take me to draw that so I'm late again o(-(
I hope this isn't too confusing but this drawing is meant to represent how Doom's memory of when he first met Dain, how he found him at burned down farm, is destroyed, replaced by Dain's betrayal. It was all a calculated act to make Doom take pity on this poor boy, to make Doom trust him.
I tried to make it look something like a photo of a memory burning away revealing the truth of the current moment
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Imagine you're a teenager, out of the house for the first time, and you've just spent the last few months on the road having really traumatic adventures, up to and including actually dying and suddenly a life-size, flesh-and-blood version of your favorite stuffed animal walks up and asks you if you wanna play hide and seek. Of course you wanna play hide and seek.
Red satin sheets
Mask her body and mind.
Pull them back, what will we find?
RODDACEMBER 2025 | DAY 19: ORIGIN
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A moodboard and short poem based on my adaptation of Neridah in my AU, The Phantom Chariots, where she is one of the main characters. If you're interested, the prologue (entirely from Neridah's POV) is available to read on AO3 (username: fusionfanatic) here!
