this blog is trans-friendly. he/they. adult. writer, ttrpg map maker, occasional artist. i don’t tag spoilers so beware. i got ocs in here somewhere. for my personal work, search "creative blurb."
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My comic La Langue des Vipères was released this week in bookstores in France, Belgium and Switzerland !
This beautiful trailer was created by my friends at Potto Collective : @lholmesharfang , Luc Armanet, @noctambuleur , @estellito , @nomnomsandwich , @shliten, Matthieu Chavane and Fanou Lefebvre
I've started a periodical where I release monthly stories about LGBT+ romances, mostly featuring monsters but occasionally featuring witches and wizards and such. If that sounds like your cup of tea, my first story, the X-mas themed "The Gift Exchange," has just dropped today! Featuring a swamp girl, a college student with a massive crush, and a X-mas ornament, this story is about the uncertainty of falling in love, and giving the gift of care. Any and all reading and/or sharing means the world to me. Happy Holidays to all~
I'm going to fill this for Liam and Fenris! A bit of an AU--I hope you don't mind! This got loooooong because I'm bad at writing just little drabbles... Sorry!
Dragon Age 2 | Rating: M | Content warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing | No explicit content | Prompt fill for layalu
The little warning they'd gotten from Varric had not arrived in time.
Liam still had the letter tucked into his pocket, even as he and Fenris ran through the thick, dark forest, trying not to twist their ankles on tree roots. Fenris kept pace with Liam, even though Liam knew he could run faster. Behind them, the clanking of armored boots served to spur them on. The light of torches following closely behind them lit their way, but only barely.
The Chantry was after them. A Seeker of some sort was looking for Hawke.
Liam's foot caught on an errant root, and Liam crashed to the ground. Groaning and panting, he heaved himself up on his hands, but the twinge of his ankle was not a good sign.
"Hawke!" Fenris cried, doubling back and reaching out for him. He hauled Liam to his feet, but as they began to move again, Liam's ankle throbbed. He hissed through his teeth, his knee buckling underneath him, but Fenris held him upright.
"Fenris," Liam breathed between lungfuls of air. "Go."
Even in the dim torchlight, which grew brighter as their captors grew nearer, Liam could see Fenris's face spasm. First despair, wide-eyed and vulnerable, and then, Fenris's more typical anger. A knot formed between his brows, and he grimaced.
"I'm not leaving you," he growled. He looked up, past Liam's hunched shoulder, no doubt calculating how many were still following. Fenris was rearing himself for a fight.
"Fenris," Liam said, his voice firm, and Fenris's gaze was drawn back to Hawke. "You have to get out of here. I'll be fine."
He'd said as much to all of his companions in Kirkwall before. They'd all had similar responses to the one Fenris did now; sorrow, laced with worry, laced with something only years of friendship and hardship could conjure.
But instead of leaving him, Fenris only growled. "I am not leaving you," he hissed. "I will not let you face this alone. You have already endured enough by yourself."
"Fenris," Liam breathed, but the soldiers were upon them.
Fenris launched himself behind Hawke, taking off at a sprint. Liam pulled a knife from his boot, whirling around on his uninjured foot and throwing it directly at a soldier. It sunk into where his armor met his shoulder, and he hissed, staggering backward and grasping at the handle.
Fenris held off two soldiers hand-to-hand. He grasped at one of the soldiers by the forearm, wrenching their arm backward with all his weight. He kicked out at the other soldier's knee, and they buckled to the forest floor.
Hawke reached for his other boot, but a knife-point slid against his throat. The cool, unyielding press of armor dug into Hawke's back. He grunted, putting his hands up in view of his captor.
"Serrah Hawke," the soldier said. He was short on breath, but spoke clearly. "I'd advise you to ask your friend to stand down. We can still do this peacefully if you surrender willingly."
Hawke watched as Fenris throw a soldier who had tried to grapple him from behind over his shoulder. He snarled, whipping his head about at the soldiers surrounding him, before he caught sight of Hawke.
Fenris's features contorted with rage. He bared his teeth, his lyrium tattoos surging with ethereal light. "Unhand him," he roared.
"Surrender peacefully, and no harm shall come to Serrah Hawke," the soldier yelled. Brave of him, Hawke thought, to stare down something as unstoppable as Fenris and not even flinch. "I truly do not wish to hurt him."
"I could kill you before you could even flick your wrist," Fenris growled. "Stand aside. Now."
"Don't misunderstand me," the soldier yelled back. "I will kill him if you do not surrender." The knife pressed into Hawke's throat, nicking his skin, and Hawke swallowed hard.
Fenris roared, a thick, enraged sound that pierced through the relative peace of the forest. His glow burned brighter than the torchlight, bathing everything in near-white light.
"Get your hands off my fucking husband!"
Liam bowed his head, closing his eyes, as the sounds of bones breaking and sickening squelches filled the air. Indeed, faster than his wrist could move, the soldier behind Hawke was suddenly gone. He let out a piercing scream which suddenly fell silent, and a body crumpled to the ground. When Liam opened his eyes, the soldiers were all just bodies littering the forest floor. Their torches rested on the ground, sputtering out amongst the wet greenery.
"Hawke," Fenris said, reaching out with a bloodied, clawed gauntlet. "Liam."
"I'm okay, Fenris," he replied. He felt tired down to his bones. He'd been feeling that way a while. "I'm alright."
Fenris was strangely hesitant. Liam looked up at him, watching as he started to move toward Liam, only to stop and pull himself away. He seemed as if he was working something through in his head.
"May I..." he asked, uncertain. "May I help you?"
"Yes, Fenris," Liam replied, and Fenris allowed himself to move, to wrap an arm around Liam's waist, to pull Liam's arm over his shoulders and bear his weight.
Slowly, they made their way through the forest, the torchlight falling away behind them. The ache in Liam's ankle dulled into something more bearable as they moved. His thoughts wandered, first to the Chantry, and then his family. He chuckled, a thought suddenly striking him. Fenris glanced over at him in question.
"'Husband,' huh?" Liam teased, and Fenris's head snapped back forward.
"Hawke," Fenris ground out.
"I like the sound of it," Liam murmured, testing it on his tongue. "Fenris, my husband. Hello, I'm Liam, and this is my husband, Fenris."
"Do not tease me," Fenris mumbled petulantly.
Liam mulled that over. "Hmm. What if it's not teasing, Fenris?"
Fenris stopped. He stared at Liam, his eyes wide and uncertain. Liam let him look, hoping his thoughts were plain on his face, even in the dim moonlight.
"Then," Fenris said, at length, "that is something I would be willing to discuss. At a later date."
Liam laughed. "Spoken like a true negotiator. Where were those negotiation skills twenty minutes ago?"
I've always been incredibly inspired by the concept art of otgw. I made a handful of sculptures last year and I have some in progress too. More to come !
I'd been a fan of your work for a while and have always admired how you portrayed women with diverse, reasonable proportions, but I feel like you've shifted toward exaggerated features like tiny waists and large chests, and I feel it detracts. I miss the balance and representation your earlier pieces had, it really set you apart. I know art styles change with time but I I'd grown attached to yours because it helped with my dysmorphia. I'm not asking you to change, just to re-examine. Thanks.
You cant please everyone, things change and thats how it is. There is nothing for me to re-examine.
There is something so compelling to me about a man kneeling in prayer before a statue of another man. Supplication to the higher power by putting yourself on your knees. Looking up at him, lips parted. In what way do you wish to worship him?
