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Update Time!

Hello all. I’ve decided to finally take a big leap and move my blog. This one doesn’t appear in any tag searches ever and I’m getting tired of living in the Void. So please if you see this, pass it around. I’m not gone, just moving. This will become the archive so I don’t lose 6+ years of posting but I’ll put everything in the new https://faerieavalon.tumblr.com/ going forward. Thank you!!

[faerieavalon-archive]

Update Time!

Hello all. I’ve decided to finally take a big leap and move my blog. This one doesn’t appear in any tag searches ever and I’m getting tired of living in the Void. So please if you see this, pass it around. I’m not gone, just moving. This will become the archive so I don’t lose 6+ years of posting but I’ll put everything in the new https://faerieavalon.tumblr.com/ going forward. Thank you!!

[faerieavalon-archive]

Update Time!

Hello all. I’ve decided to finally take a big leap and move my blog. This one doesn’t appear in any tag searches ever and I’m getting tired of living in the Void. So please if you see this, pass it around. I’m not gone, just moving. This will become the archive so I don’t lose 6+ years of posting but I’ll put everything in the new https://faerieavalon.tumblr.com/ going forward. Thank you!!

[faerieavalon-archive]

Tagged today by @kunstpause​ thank you!!!

Passing on with no obligation to @serial-chillr​, @solas-disapproves​, @elveny​, @schoute​, @dalish-rogue​, @kittimau​, @pikapeppa​, @midnightprelude​, @myrddinderwydd​, @pedlimwen​, @rivainisomniari​, @nug-juggler​, @ranawaytothedas​, @cornfedcryptid​, and anyone else who wants to play. 

Because I enjoy pain this week, here’s a little more than 6 lines from Sule Tael Tasalal:

“Amatus, no!”

Dorian fell to his knees in the mud and viscera and grabbed him by the face. Whimpering and gasping for air, Mahanon tried to smile and pretend to be strong. From the look on his lover’s face, it didn’t help. He swallowed and grappled with the final dregs of his energy to lift his shaking, glowing hand into Dorian’s lap.

“A little help, vhenan,” he croaked. “The rift. I, I can’t -”

[theladyvampire-deactivated20200]

Medusa with the head of Perseus, Luciano Garbati.

[faerieavalon-archive]

“In the crooks of your body I find my religion” for an OC of your choice?

So I had to do this and it’s huge so thank you and bless you for this gift. 

(Steamy/smut warning: Ara’lan/Felassan)

unashamedly tagging @pikapeppa ;)

“Dirthas era su’em.” [Tell me a story.]

Felassan grinned and sipped his wine. She knew he would do as she asked because he could never refuse her. He would tell it in that rambling way he always did, taking her on a journey with the soft tone of his voice as much as the words that were shared. Ara’lan loved to hear him speak. About his adventures, a silly joke, or even reading a letter out loud; it didn’t matter what he said, just that he said it to her. His eyes sparkled when he knew she was listening.

“Ahn run era, da’asha?” [What kind of story, little woman?]

She stole his glass and drank some of the rich wine while she thought. Deprived of his drink, he instead curled his hands around her waist and pulled her into his lap. She always felt safe and loved in his embrace. He twisted a few strands of hair around his fingertips and brushed his lips against the side of her neck, not quite kissing, just promising. It drove her to distraction. She laughed and tucked against his bare chest, leaning into his touch and away at the same time.

“Dirthas era su’em o tarlan ven lath.” [Tell me a story of a princess that finds love.] She giggled when his laugh tickled the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Dirthas su’em o har'elelan ra ir'verem ashes lath'in.” [Tell me of the spy that stole her heart.]

“Thu ivys ir'ver ahn as sul'amem vasreathe?” [How could he steal what she gave freely?]

Finishing the wine and setting the glass aside, she cupped his cheek in her hand. “Dirthas su’em thu unlath ash sul’mana telosis unsilaim.” [Tell me how he loved her for so long and never forgot.]

Keep reading

[coaxionunlimited]

do you ever think about how learning to fight in a family of three mages must have affected carver’s fighting style?

if he joins the templars, he gets yelled at for charging onto the battlefield without waiting for his squad to catch up. they call him dangerously reckless and it’s not like he can say that he’s used to having three healing spells ready for him and at least one barrier already cast.

on the other hand, he’s very popular with the mages in the wardens. he’s the only person on the entire continent for whom run into battle and absorb as much damage as possible is an intuitive strategy. tanking was always his job! he knows to pull the battle away from the mages as much as possible.

he also knows how to be buffed. most warriors need practice to be able to use haste without tripping over their own feet. carver? carver was the guinea pig for hawke and bethany’s support spell training. it takes at least three haste spells stacked on top of each other to faze him. he’s not thrown when the heroic aura wears off and suddenly his hands are slower and his sword is heavier. he’s got a sixth sense for when a mage is about to cast an aoe spell right on top of him and he needs to move. 

you ever think about how no one outside of the dalish elves grew up fighting with mages?

the warden commander probably puts him in charge of training new warriors, is what i’m saying. 

[mogwaei]

*tosses a ➼Slow Arrow➼ to u*

@faerieavalon💚

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He’s not surprised that it survived, only how long it took for him to find it. In the far reaches of the Vir Dirthara, on a hovering island far beyond line of sight and only reachable by eluvian, he takes the time to smile at what he has found. To anyone else, it would simply be a painting. The wooden frame is simple, unlike so many others. Instead of golden leaves and gilded facets, it has bright spots where the varnish has worn thin from handling. At the corners, he knows its from previous viewers trying to right its perpetually crooked posture. He laughs softly at the notion. Others are higher up, as if someone wished to lean in to whisper secrets but feared to touch the image. The smirk on the subject’s face knows more than he lets on. It was his way in life, too. Always a quip on the tip of the tongue and too many thoughts behind those violet eyes. Beneath the painting is an over-sized chair, once plush and able to seat two but now suffering as all things did to the passage of time. He lets out a sigh and catches an answering whisper in the wind. Just the hint of a voice, spinning a tale of some sort or another, and an answering laugh as soft as the scent of lilacs and new fallen rain. His heart aches. His heart remembers. He touches just the edge of the image with his outstretched fingertips and lets the pain roll into something greater.

“Isa'ma'lin.”

A promise he almost didn’t keep but doesn’t have the heart to break now. The Wolf seals the gateway as he departs, guarding it for all time. He will endure.

[quotemadness]

When they ask you what your favorite moment is, you will say her. You will always say her.

Caitlyn Siehl (via quotemadness)

[schoute-deactivated20200821]

Dirty Doodles V4 💙

Piperford and Quarlen having some good clean fun 😏👌💙💙💙 Someday I’ll make an official decision on how I want Rylen’s body tattoos to look, until then we keep trying new shit.

As always the un-censored art can be viewed right [HERE]!

[mogwaei]

*tosses a ➼Slow Arrow➼ to u*

@faerieavalon💚

[pickled0ctopus]

[saltycharacters]

My curse is that I have so much bottled up oc lore but can only talk about it when someone asks very specific questions about my characters

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Tagged today by @kunstpause, @elveny, @pikapeppa, @nug-juggler, and @midnightprelude wow it’s so exciting to see you all working!!

Tagging forward (with no obligation) to @serial-chillr, @solas-disapproves, @schoute, @dalish-rogue, @oftachancer, @myrddinderwydd, @inquisition-dragonborn, @ranawaytothedas, @johaeryslavellan, @rivainisomniari​, and anyone else with work to share. 

Here’s where the six lines from Sunday and the WIP from last week meet in Sule Tael Tasalal:

Too slow. Tooslowtooslowtooslow.

The thought flashed in his head the second the talons of the terror demon sunk into his torso and a scream flew from his lips. He should have been watching. He should have had his barrier up. He should have heard its cry just before it rose from the ground. He should have done a thousand different things but he didn’t. 

“Amatus!”

Dorian’s voice felt too far away. Mahanon heard his shout as if it passed through water, murky and just out of reach. They all were. The rift had caught them by surprise and scattered their practiced formation. The monster tearing into his gut let out a piercing cry and drowned out all other sounds or thoughts. He was on his own. 

“Snowflake! Hold on!”

Time seemed to stretch between the beats of his heart in his ears. He thought about all the choices he made along the way to take him to this exact moment. He could have been weak or afraid when his magic manifested. Then his time would have been cut short before he knew what he would miss. He could have married Elera. Her clan would have made him Keeper already and their children would be loved even if they were barely more than friends. He could have buried his feelings for Dorian. Being alone was a better fate than knowing real, tangible, mutual love then watching its life slip through the talons of a demon to paint the grass red. He could have continued on the main road to Skyhold instead of taking the faster, less traveled paths. They would have been delayed by a few days but he would have had more soldiers on hand when the rift appeared or they might have avoided it completely. Doubts flooded his mind and his arms fell lax at his sides. Giving in would end the pain.

“Boss!”

The creature lifted him higher, shooting pain through every inch of his body and drawing him out of his clouded thoughts. Mahanon screamed as he fought the convulsions of panic that begged him to flail away. He blinked furiously, trying to hold onto consciousness. They needed him. He couldn’t just give up like this. 

“Inquisitor!”

His staff lay on the ground at his feet, unreachable. Twitching fingers couldn’t cast. His mana drained faster than his blood. Trying to use what little remained would only hasten the oncoming darkness of his mind. The mark in his palm flickered ineffectively, refusing his call. His eyes watered, clouding with more than just tears as the demon leaned in, shrieking loud enough to make his ears ring and drown out any further cries of his companions.

[anka-skier]

Commissions open!

Hey hey! Guess who can’t go to work because *pandemic* and won’t receive any support from government because *Russia*? This girl! So, help :’).

I will draw: any fandom and OC. Anything I can pull off. Slots: as many as I can handle help me God.

PayPal _ USD _ Invoice

If you’re interested, contact me at [email protected] Subject - Commission.

Reblogs are strongly appreciated!

[anka-skier]

Sorry for the self reblog, but its still relevant.

[havisham]

well, this fic isn’t going to write itself, but i’m going to wait a bit longer to make sure. 

[lethendralis-paints]

Important Announcement

This has been on my mind for the longest time and now I feel like it’s time to share this with you, my dear followers.

I have been slowly taking steps in moving forward as an artist, improving my skills and setting long-term goals, the most important of all of them being creating my own visual stories.

With that in mind I’m creating a new Patreon tier devoted solely to artwork for a new personal project called ‘One Soul Two Bodies’, glimpses of which you were already seeing through concept sketches I posted here. If you are able to join this 15$ tier you will be getting:

1) exclusive access to all concept and character art for the project, storyboard and environment sketches and everything in-between.

2) once the conceptual phase is done I will be moving on to posting the actual story in form of detailed and coloured comic panels.

3) Full access to the rest of my Patreon art gallery, that now has hundreds of works posted, including step-by-step process for larger art pieces and occasional video time-lapses.

If Byzantine Empire of the 10th century and a dramatic love story between Solveig Bjarnylr, the daughter of the Viking king and Verus of Nicea, the personal protector of the Emperor, loosely based on real history interests you, then you won’t be disappointed!

  Please note, that although I am extremely devoted to bringing this project to fruition, it is very much a marathon and not a sprint. This means that for the next year at least it will stay in the formative, planning and concept art stage. However I will ensure that those of you who decided to support this endeavour with their patronage will be getting consistent weekly updates, be it in form of story board sketches, character art, portraits or environment paintings, historical background posts and so on.

You can visit my Patreon page here:

https://www.patreon.com/lethendralis

Thank you for your attention!