I am FINALLY making a tag list for Tumblr writing/art games for 2026! If you are included on this list it's probably because of some combo of the following: a) we're mutuals b) I'm nosy and want to see what you're working on/know more about your OCs c) you've tagged me in similar games in the past.
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And this is going to make a lot of people very angry to hear.
But a lot of y'all on this website are truly deeply genuinely never going to be capable of any kind of real narrative analysis--and I don't mean 'being right all the time' I mean 'meaningfully engaging with the text in any way'--
Because you are, fundamentally, incapable of comprehending that writers usually do things on purpose.
The match cuts were meticulously designed and put there to communicate something.
The VA's delivery of a line was being directed. Inflection and tone change the meaning of dialogue. This is intentional. There are entire teams of people shaping those choices and deciding which take to use based on what works best for the story.
Information is being revealed in a specific order, on purpose, to craft an emotional arc and guide the audience's understanding.
A character's romantic preferences are only, and SHOULD only be, their primary motivation if the genre is romance. That is why there is a genre called that. Most stories are other genres.
Creators who dislike a character generally give them LESS attention, MORE boring storylines, and LESS screentime.
Sometimes curtains are just blue. But if the shot composition or written narration takes time to HIGHLIGHT, especially more than once, that the curtains are blue, then the blueness of the curtains is by definition narratively important.
"Cite your sources" is not a witch's curse that banishes People With Different Opinions to the shadowrealm of Being Wrong. Someone making points that challenge your perceptions, while including screenshots and explicit examples, cannot be dismissed with "cite your sources" because they are literally doing that. Don't @ me on this one I've seen shit in the wars, y'all.
Failing to understand these things WILL bar you from ever really engaging with or understanding any narrative more complicated than Paw Patrol for the rest of your life.
juefkjrkj what a fun idea! how about Meira and Isadora + 👻 OC in a really bad disguise?
Both Meira and Dora dressed up as Viago for Halloween.... and he was not impressed. (Everyone else found it hilarious tho and Teia gave them a high-five)
Send one of the following symbols and one of my OC’s names and I’ll doodle:
👀 OC in their typical underwear
💤 OC in their sleep attire
🔞 OC in something sexy
🏄 OC in what they would wear to the beach/pool
👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding)
☠ OC in what they would wear to a funeral
👖 OC in what they would wear to a casual event (such as a birthday party)
👑 OC dressed as royalty
🚪 OC in what they wear when lounging around at home
💕 OC in what they would wear on a first date
❌ OC in something they would absolutely never wear
🎃 OC in a costume they’d wear for Halloween
🎄 OC in an ugly Christmas sweater
🚓 OC in a prison uniform
🚲 OC in athletic gear
🐰 OC in a kigurumi of their favourite animal
❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day
🔥 OC in what they’d wear on a very hot day
👕 OC in a T-shirt with something stupid printed on it (think Zazzle)
🎭 OC in another OC’s typical attire
📦 OC wearing something that isn’t clothes (such as a fig leaf, a barrel, etc.)
👻 OC in a really bad disguise
📷 OC in a stereotypical tourist getup
🙎 OC in something embarrassing
👗 OC in something from the 50’s
💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire
💃 OC in some radical 90’s clothes
🌁 OC in a hoodie
🌋 OC in camping or adventuring gear
♠️ OC in their armor (or in some sort of fantasy armor if not applicable to their story)
🎨 OC in a cartoon character’s outfit
🏨 OC in a maid outfit
🏥 OC in a nurse uniform
🐑 OC in farmer wear
👍 OC in a crop top
I can now share my Templartations gift for @knuttydraws 🥰 Wanted to capture some immaculate Western Approach vibes for her OTP Rylen and Farie Lavellan! Thank you for continuing to run such a fabulous event 😘
Hi. The @templartationsexchange just went live. So here's the tea
I wrote
Hail and Well Met - Letters between Rylen and Cullen as their friendship grows. From Rylen first arriving in Kirkwall to a visit from a certain Seeker
I received the best gifts ever please go read them
Proof by @teine-mallaichte - my beloved dead dove brother from another mother came through yet again with this banger. Cullen as Anders jailer? Reminding him this is all his fault. And that mages aren't really people....
Just mind the tags on that one
Gravity by @sidhelives - Barris/Trevelyan 😭😭😭😭 my loves. I was so thrilled to see these two. I love them. I squish them gently. Trevelyan you unreliable messy bitch. And your Dorian was also superb? Everything about it was perfect
Kiss me slowly! by @raflesia65 - I will never not be happy when someone gives me art. Especially when it is art of Cullen and Garrett 😭😭😭😭
Death becomes him by @carako
Where we went Wrong by @nirikeehan
I got two! Count them two Cullen in Val Chevin and the Inquisitor has to deal with him still taking lyrium and I LOVE both of these. Because they are different and yet still so twisted and fucked up
Been a hot second, but I'm finally free from all my exchange obligations and WE'RE GONNA FINISH MEET UGLY SOON MY DUDES
Anyway. I wrote this today, where things are starting to get horny and weird between Meira and Lucanis :D
CW: Implied self-harm (that Meira is just not picking up on akjgrjknk)
Tagging: @monocytogenes | @theluckywizard | @lycheecatee | @grad-writes | @wolfmoonwildflowers | @feminisssssssstreptilian | you if you wanna do it!!!
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Tonight, however, he seemed more spent than usual. Meira frowned as he slunk to the fire well after dark, curling over himself and accepting the rations she had prepared without a word. Meira watched, concerned. Lucanis’s eyes looked glassy, the space around them red and raw. He wasn’t getting ill, she hoped. That was probably the only hardship they hadn’t faced, and would be the worst one to deal with. She hoped it wasn’t that, and only that his prior outburst had sapped his energy while forcing him to think long and hard about her offer, as difficult as it was.
After eating, Lucanis stood and turned, seeking out his pack in the dark. Meira nearly dropped her makeshift trencher. “Maker, you’re bleeding.”
Lucanis froze, which made it all the more obvious when he said, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, on your back. Hold still.” She scrambled to her feet and approached.
His black tunic covered most of it, and his long hair had concealed the rest, but it had slid over one shoulder when he stood, which was how she noticed it at all. Long, thin tracks of blood crossed his shoulders and disappeared beneath the fabric. As she neared, squinting in the light of the campfire, the skin around them looked angry. Meira sucked in a breath; it looked like it hurt. How hadn’t he noticed?
“Can I look?” Meira asked softly, hesitantly touching the tunic’s neckline.
She could feel him tensing. “Go ahead.”
She pulled down the collar as gently as she could, though he still flinched. Meira gasped. It was way worse than she feared — the abrasions covered his shoulder blades, and several of them were still oozing blood. He looked like he’d taken a lashing.
“Lucanis, what happened?” Meira demanded.
“I.” He swallowed thickly. “Perhaps I tripped?”
Meira snorted and grumbled, “The Arishok was right; you are a terrible liar.”
“The Arishok said what?” Lucanis asked, glancing over his shoulder.
“Never mind. Do you want me to heal this? I think I can try.” She hadn’t done any magic in a few days, and the cuts didn’t look terribly deep.
“Can you?”
Lucanis’s voice was quiet and husky. It set off a thrumming sort of desire deep inside Meira. She gritted her teeth. I don’t have time for this. She rubbed her palms together to coax out the magical energy and held them over his upper back. A faint blue light appeared between her fingers, and Lucanis stifled a groan.
“Sorry,” Meira hissed. “This shouldn’t take long…”
She trailed off as the lashes closed up and the raw skin was soothed. Underneath, glowing in the light from her spell, were dozens of pale, raised scars in long, criss-crossing lines, similar to the ones she’d just healed. She felt a strange sense of déjà vu — she’d seen those before, she remembered, following him from the torture room in the Arx Silentium.
Meira’s spell faltered and died, but before she could apologize, he turned on her. With lighting speed, he seized her wrist with one hand and her chin with the other. Fear blossomed inside her as he marched, pushing her backward against a tree. He was breathing hard, the hair wild in his face, features gone angular and strange in the firelight. He tilted her chin toward him. Was he grinning at her, or sneering?
“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Meira babbled, remembering that he could kill her any time he wanted, with anything. Yet his grip wasn’t tight; it was gentle and trembling slightly.
“Don’t.” Lucanis released her, stepping back. He shook his head, as if snapping himself from a trance. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have…”
He vanished into the dark, and left Meira alone, shaky with confusion.
“Shite,” she muttered, sliding down the tree trunk, hugging her knees. She turned her face skyward and moaned, “Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?”
