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
AO3 Link <3
Enter Soren Tabris, a gorgeous 24-year-old Circle mage who happens to have a thing for menā and one smooth-talking, shiny-headed man in particular. And letās be real, Solas is definitely bisexual.Ā
*Forgo Pretending
A One-Shot
AO3 Link <3
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 wasnāt 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 waitā¦
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.
i donāt know how to explain to you people that no matter what a countryās government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that countryās civilians and i donāt know why thatās 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 ā„ļø
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 āforgettingā, of history is not just of the pastā¦ 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
LANDBACK.ORG
(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 thereās a chance by the time the chapterās up, it will look completely different (šš) but hereās 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, wakingāstrong, 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 visionāpixelate and crystallize itāsince 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 š. 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 nowāso sorry to my readers. Iāve got about 100 different excuses why itās 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 Varisaās eyes caught over every cornerāevery shadow. Beside her, Varric mumbled something about ācreepy castles,ā and just behind him, Bull grunted in agreement. Moments later, theyād reached a throne roomāor whatever they called it for arlsāflanked on either side by a row of men in red and blue. Varisa started to count: One. Two. Threeā¦ Fiveā¦ Eightā
āMy lord magister, the agents of the Inquisition have arrived.ā
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.
āMy friend!ā he said, directly to her. Her eyes narrowed. āIt is good to see you again. Andā āhis gaze flicked, distasteful, over her companionsā āyour associates, of course. Iām sure we can work out some arrangement that is equitable to all parties.ā
A look of alarm passed over the grand enchanterās face then, and she stepped forward, albeit hesitantly.
āAre we mages to have no voice in deciding our fate?ā
You decided your fate when you āindenturedā yourselves, Varisa didnāt say.
āFiona,ā he said, tone patronizingly sweet. āYou would not have turned your followers over to my care if you did not trust me with their lives.ā
āBecause you simply ooze trust,ā Hawke said dryly.
āYes, the Magisterium tells me that so often,ā Alexius quipped backāeven drier. The back of Varisaās 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 instantāand Solas liked her. He wouldnāt just stand by. And Varric, heād 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. Wasnāt she? Well, if that didnāt work, there was still the vial.
Alexius clapped his hands together, gaze back on Varisa. āShall we begin our talks?ā
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. āYes, and Iāll cut to the chase: we want the mages.ā
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.
āYes, and I have them. Soāwhat shall you offer in exchange?ā
āConnections,ā Hawke said confidently. āYou seem to have taken a liking to this place. And the Inquisition is backed by Orlais. Need I continue?ā
Alexius looked disappointed. āNo, you need not. Iām not sure what the Orlesian nobility have to offer that I donāt already possess.ā A pause. āPerhaps the Herald has thoughts on the matter,ā he said, returning his attention to her. Hawkeās 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 didnāt want to play this game anymore. She didnāt understand why they still were. Every single person in this room knew what this was. Why couldnāt they just get it all over with?
āI thinkā¦ā Varisa started with a steadying breath, āyou can take your filthy robes and your time magic and your damned Venatori cultists and fuck off.ā
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
Itās so thoughtful that all of you fellas tagged me- sorry if you did it last month and Iām just doing this now š«£
Favorite color: Scheeleās green and lilac
Last song: Time Will Change you by the Crane Wives (for Lisel inspiration of course)
Currently reading: Iām an elementary school librarian so Iāve been having a great time reading kid bookās! Currently on Matilda Bone which is a story of a girl training to be a bone setter in the Middle Ages. Itās made up of all the tropes I use for my OCs so I really wish Iād read it as a kid!
Currently watching: I donāt really watch TV and canāt name the last show I watched. Probably the walking dead back in 2016???
Iām currently playing Oblivion and Sims 4 though.
Currently craving: I just got back from vacation and ate so much rich food- canāt say Iām craving anything at the moment š
Coffee or tea: I drink both but not often. Caffeine doesnāt do much but make my heart rate increase so Iāve never been that interested in it.
Iced tea is probably my favorite drink though? But I like to save it for hot summer days.
Iām 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 didnāt 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 itās been rained on
Last song: Aliceās Theme by Danny Elfman (from Tim Burtonās 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!
Hereās 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.
Iāve been neglecting Time lately was 3w1r :( :/ BUT WE ARE BACK.
Tagging the usuals: @herondahlia @sandetigerrr @goobigoombi @kithsana @liberaquantobasta-catossa @crittadownunder
just noticed a typo in one of my published smut fics where I wrote āsockā instead of ācockā. I will now go live the rest of my life in the forest where no one will ever see or hear from me again
In this link there is definitely not a folder with everyĀ 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.
