rereading the first book of the inheritance cycle is just like
you are eragon and you don’t know where you come from. who you come from. you are eragon and you want more than anything to feel like you belong. you are eragon and you know nothing about dragons or riders. you are eragon and you don’t know much but you know you love the dragon in a way you cannot hope to understand. you are eragon and you yearn for a father you never knew. you are eragon and you are named for the first dragon rider. you are eragon. you are the first of a new age of dragon riders. you name your dragon saphira. you name your dragon after the one of your father. you are so much like him. you are so much more than him. and you don’t know.
you are eragon and saphira. you carry on the legacies of so many. you are the last of your kind. you are the first of a new kind. and there is so much that you. don’t. know.
Some Inheritance characters explorationssss! these are all from book 1 so I can get them out of the way and proceed to draw the OP version of them from now on lmfaoooo
anyways we got all time fav Eragon (if you hate him you will die and go to hell etc. etc.), Arya, pre-lobotomy Murtagh and a quick portrait of Brom. I'm gonna be honest guys I really am not a long haired brom truther but I had to bend my will for book accuracy i guess (bc i won't do it for other things. for example i refuse to believe Eragon becomes pale like a ghost #sorry #notmyeragon)
i'll do more (like saphira nasuada orik and even roran i know shocking) because i really want to get these people out of my head and draw them with my adult skills (which are very poor but definitely better than 12 year old skills) sooo stay tuned IF YOU EVEN CARE.
Could I request fluffy/domestic headcanons with Fox please? ^^
Thank you in advance, and have a good day/night 💜
Commander Fox Fluffy/Domestic Headcanons
Commander Fox x Reader
Commander Fox is perpetually exhausted. He’s the, running the entire Coruscant Guard while politicians, senators, Jedi, and the Chancellor himself create problems faster than he can solve them, type of exhausted.
The moment he steps through your apartment door, some invisible tension leaves his shoulders. He doesn't even realise he's doing it anymore.
Home is the only place where he can stop being Commander Fox for a little while.
Thorn always notices immediately. "You look less homicidal." Fox just rolls his eyes and ignores him. "That's because you're going home tonight," Thorn continues with a grin. "Your reset button lives in that apartment."
Fox tells him to get back to work.
After a particularly difficult week, Fox becomes embarrassingly clingy without meaning to.
He'll follow you from room to room under increasingly weak excuses.
You're folding laundry? He leans against the doorway, watching.
He loves physical affection far more than people would ever expect.
Not in public and not around his men.
But at home?
He wants an arm around your waist while you're cooking. He wants your hand in his. He wants to rest his forehead against yours while you're both half asleep.
Sometimes he doesn't even want conversation. Just contact.
Cuddling is his favorite thing in the entire galaxy.
He would deny this under torture. But it's true.
After long days, he'll practically melt into the mattress the moment you pull him into bed.
One arm wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried against your shoulder, breathing slowing almost immediately.
Meanwhile, you're tossing things into the pan based entirely on instinct.
It horrifies him.
"That isn't a measurement."
"It is."
"No, it isn't."
"I've made this a hundred times."
He still watches nervously until dinner is finished.
If you own a tooka, a dog, or any kind of pet, Fox pretends he isn't attached.
He is. Completely.
The pet adores him.
Which annoys him because he has spent years cultivating a terrifying reputation.
Nothing destroys that reputation faster than a small animal curling up in his lap.
Some mornings, he'll volunteer to walk your pet before you even wake up.
Mostly because it gives him a quiet hour where nobody is demanding reports, requesting authorization, or creating emergencies.
Just him, the sunrise, and a very happy animal trotting beside him.
When he's particularly stressed, he'll sit beside you on the couch and simply lean against you. Just quietly seeking comfort.
If you start playing with his hair or scratching lightly at the back of his neck, he's gone. Completely relaxed within minutes.
Thorn catches onto this, too.
"You know, lots of people meditate to relax."
Fox doesn't look up from his datapad.
"I might."
"No. You just go home and get cuddled.
"Thorn."
"That's your meditation."
The Coruscant Guard is used to seeing their commander tired. They're used to seeing him stressed. They're used to seeing him grumpy.
The rare occasions they see him after he's had a weekend with you are genuinely alarming.
He's calmer, more patient. Less likely to threaten paperwork-related violence.
One trooper once remarked that you should receive an official Guard commendation for maintaining operational readiness.
More than anything, Fox loves the normal moments.
Cooking dinner together, walking through Coruscant markets, falling asleep on the couch halfway through a holo, listening to you talk about your day while he quietly unwinds.
His entire life is built around responsibility, pressure, and impossible expectations.
So the thing he treasures most isn't grand gestures.
It's coming home, seeing you there, and knowing for a few precious hours he doesn't have to carry the weight of the galaxy alone.
i look at eragon and i just see jimmy kent from downton abbey. that is not my sweet boy that is an evil man. murtagh is very clearly a blond man with his hair dyed black. not lore accurate, he still has Blond Man energy (evil). wtf is arya wearing ? why did they give nasuada such a low quality wig ? the only correct choice in that movie is jeremy irons as brom.
Why does “falling in love” have pretty much exclusively romantic connotations it’s such a good phrase. I’ve fallen in love with every single one of my friends
This was such a smart post to make because every day I get to see people declaring their love for their friends in the tags. Such a simple but sweet “restoring faith in humanity” kind of thing. We’re all just little creatures who love our buddies <3
Alright so this post has gotten over 5,000 notes in a month and I think that means the consensus is that everyone loves their friends and you should tell them
"they didn't get a happy ending" BUT THE WORLD WAS HAPPY THE WORLDDDDD THE WORLD THEY CHOSE THE WORLD THEY CHOSE THE PEOPLE WHO THEY GREW TO CARE ABOUT AND THE HUMANITY THEY'VE WATCHED GROWWWWWWWWW
maybe somewhere in the middle of nothingness they're there and watching two men who look like themselves fall in love
do you ever think susan walking aslan to his death felt familiar to her? to the time she held her father’s hand, squeezing it, trying to give him strength at the train station? because she’d seen how sorrowful his eyes were? how scared? even as he stood as tall as a tree and looked so handsome. but she’s already guessed this was goodbye? do you ever think she grew to resent queens for the wars they started? the wars men fought in their names? do you ever think she resented herself when she had to bid her brothers farewell as they rode on in some campaign to defend their kingdom leaving her to keep narnia strong in their absence—should anything happen to them? when her brothers had to defend her honour when princes from other kingdoms tried to claim her for their own? do you ever think she resented aslan for being just like her father? for leaving her behind—to the world of the living—where difficult decisions had to be made? do you ever think she hated being the one that survived queen?
something something now that maul has given devon half of his saber he’ll never really be at full capability without her. something something the lightsaber is a metaphor for what their relationship is going to develop into; codependent partnership built upon grief and anger. without one half, it’s never really complete. even in rebels we see he replaced the old half of his saber with an inquisitor’s— and he’s STILL trying to get back that missing piece of strength by recruiting ezra.
you're owen lars. your father has fallen in love with a woman and she's enslaved. you and your father aren't rich, but eventually you manage to free her. this one woman. one woman on a planet full of injustices.
you're owen lars. the woman you call mom had another child once. it doesn't make her love you less, but she talks about him in a way that makes it clear that she loved him, too. he's off to be a jedi now and she's very proud.
you're owen lars. your mother's been kidnapped and you have to assume the worst. a man and a woman step into your home and the man announces himself to be that kid who went off to become a jedi. he knows you less than you know him and before anything else can happen, he takes off to bring back his mother, a feat you think is impossible.
you're owen lars. anakin skywalker brings your mom's corpse to your doorstep. her funeral is interrupted by a message of utmost galactic importance.
you're owen lars. your brother is dead. you never saw him again after that first time. there is another jedi on your doorstep, with a baby in his arm and you know what it means and you can't bring yourself to face him as he hands your nephew off to your wife.
you're owen lars. obi-wan ben kenobi is a pain in the ass. he was more your brother's brother than you ever were and he doesn't understand your particular kind of grief, is drowning in his own. you don't even know the full story and kenobi will never tell you all of it. but you have a child to care for so you tell him off and get back to work.
you're owen lars. you didn't know your brother, but you know your nephew and your nephew wants out of this place as soon as possible. you know he won't be safe out there but in the end you're helpless to stop him. and you know the stories, you remember the one time you met him, the days your mother died. and you do this for her and you do this for your father and you do this for your brother and you do this for your nephew.
you're owen lars. your last act is to protect your brother's child. your child.
