#nearly time

[normanthatisall]

Not long now 🏹🧡🏹

[doctor-ryland-grace]

UPDATED!!!!

Let’s?????? Go?????? LETS FUCKING GO?????

[the-fae-folk]

Nearly Time

Cold winds have blown for far too long. At long last a new wind takes flight. Zephyrus has come at last to play. His breath heralds something new, something that comes. Far beneath the Ice, in her hidden Court, the Queen of Winter feels the barest most distant breath of the West Wind. It has traveled long to reach her. Now that it has, she knows that it is nearly time.

She departs in a sleigh, drawn by the purest of beings, the great Unicorns. The bodies of slender yet strong white horses, the cloven hooves and beards of goats, the tail of a lion, fur of silvery white, and a spiraling horn of purest Alicorn. They lead the way from the kingdom far below, out into the world, out into the woods. Snow falls as the Queen travels out towards the most distant reaches of her dominion. Behind her comes the long cavalcade of her people, silent as they tread across the sleeping world, like a parade of spirits in the night. It is nearly time.

[the-light-is-running-low]

FRIDAY STREAM!!!

( Hello hello all you lovely people, gentlepeople, and cryptids alike! I recognize I’ve been terribly I inactive around here and very behind in terms of uploading fanarts and asks and just plain content!

THEREFORE!! I will be having a stream on Friday! Today was a horrific exam week, having 4 heavy exams sprinkled throughout the week. So I am very busy and very tired and kind of feeling a little bad, actually!

BUT THAT BEING SAID! I would like to begin doing something that always brings my spirits up! Streaming with all of you guys!

So buckle up, folks! Friday, when I finally get out of this hellfire (my personal hell will end at 5 pm EST, so let’s say 7:30 pm EST for a tentative time), I will be holding a LOVELY stream for you all! Filled with lots of little plot bunnies and fun little things like that.

See you there!

[normal-horoscopes]

MIDNIGHT

[glowyelfboyfriend]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationship: Fenris/Male Hawke, Danarius/Fenris Summary:  Danarius is successful in capturing Fenris only months before the Chantry explosion in Kirkwall. Fenris is returned to Tevinter where his memory is lost and a Venatori plot results with red lyrium burning in his brands. But while Fenris might have forgotten his time in Kirkwall, Hawke has not. But as the Venatori move into the south, using Fenris in their plot, It will take years and support from the Inquisition in order to bring Fenris back to himself. That is, if there is anything left of him to save.Extreme slow-burn with the promise of a hopeful ending.  

Hawke's boots crunched in the deep snow from yesterday's blizzard. It was over a foot deep, muffled and soft under his step once he broke the hard surface. The midday sun was bright and steady in the cloudless sky, chilling through the layers of wool and fur lining on his cloak. The cold fresh and crisp on Hawke, freezing out the aches in his muscles and the twisted confused anxieties in his mind. It was silent out here, a welcome change from how loud Skyhold had been, crowded and overrun. But out here there was nothing but the fresh, sleepy whiteness and the wind whistling over it.

"First you cry and throw up on my boots and then you drag me out into the Frostbacks to swim through the snow." Varric grumbled behind him, breaking the tranquil calm in the low peaks. "After last night, I’m surprised you can walk at all."

Hawke huffed a laugh, the hollow sound becoming a steamed breath on the cool wind. "Well clearly I had to drag you along to make sure I don't tumble down a mountain, I don't recover from the drink as easily as I used to."

"You can hardly drink at all anymore." Varric chuckled as he caught up to Hawke, looking across the tundra without any of the awe Hawke had. "You were only on your third tankard when you told me you wanted to kiss that elf warden you met."

"I did not." Hawke scolded, offended and now concerned about what else he might have said that he didn't remember last night. All he could remember was his drink being refilled far too quickly. Too much noise, too many claps on his back from strangers who were too eager to meet the Champion of Kirkwall. He did remember throwing up on Varric's boots though. He had already paid Varric back for them.

(Continue reading on AO3))

[normanthatisall]

Love this new teaser from AMC .. their story from the beginning to now 💖🏹😍

[the-fae-folk]

Nearly Time

The air grows cold. The leaves change. There is the smell of wood smoke. In you there is a sense that something is coming. Something is changing. A door somewhere is preparing to open and all that lies behind it will spill out into the world you know. It is nearly time.