#spiritmarked

[ginkotracks]

………I did a thing

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Tumblr at the quality but this is what I had wanted for my background lmao.

Specks and Blue being mysterious as usual

Bonus not fried version

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The dragon’s voice rises, causing the boy to snap to attention. “Your inaction will START another war Vykor!”

Vykor blinks, shocked. She sighs. “I did not expect this cowardice from you Vykor. Aren’t you supposed to be the Spirit of Bravery?”

Vykor’s expression turns angry, and he moves to speak again, but it is too late. The dragon stands and turns around, walking towards the boy. He stands and opens the door, following her. But before he walks out, he makes eye-contact with the Spirit. Vykor stares.

“She has a point.” He says, and walks out.

The door closes, making the inside of the temple dimmer. Vykor slumps with a sigh.

There’s three characters in this scene: the dragon, who can be seen walking away; the boy, who is front and center; and Vykor, who is creating the orange glow but is not actually pictured

[ginkotracks]

A party is occurring in the distance. In the trees, a small but bright green griffin watches, its intelligent eyes watching the scene. There is a slight green glow surrounding her. • Wide spread scene of a party - everyone is dressed nicely, some are in military uniform. There is a buffet where a lot of fancy food is out on display. People stand around it, eating finger food or putting things into pita bread. Alcohol ls being served by servants in suits. There is music playing. The scene moves slowly through refined laughing and chatting people to focus on one grouchy looking Dactius - Ivan. He is standing alone on a balcony, looking over the party with bored, disinterested eyes. He is holding a glass of alcohol lazily, but it doesn’t seem like he’s taken a drink out of it. Someone is walking towards him. He glances out of the corner of his eye before looking back down at the party. Another Dactius slowly stands next to him. She looks strikingly similar. ⁃ Ivan’s cousin: You’ve been up here the whole party, Iv. Uncle is getting worried. Have you even eaten anything? ⁃ Ivan: I am fine. Is it really that concerning that I don’t want to talk to people I do not know? All they want to do is win favor with Father through me after all. ⁃ Ivan’s cousin: Sighs. Still! Surely talking to some suck-ups is slightly more enjoyable than just brooding up here, no? ⁃ Ivan: I am enjoying my brooding plenty, I assure you. Tell Father he worries too much. I am fine.

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He looks towards the forest beyond, desire in his eyes. Yells and shouts fill the air, along with relentless coughing. There are shouts of confusion from the workers, and cries to catch him from other personnel that had been hidden in plain sight in the steel mill. Someone tries to grab him from behind. He injures them, making them let go, and runs off into the night. Finally in the forest and free from any pursuers, he looks back, and watches with cold eyes as the mill explodes, fires bursting into life everywhere. The tiny forms of people run from the flames - some cut down in their tracks. He slips away.

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“Of course Odioso. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? To keep things under control”

Revamping an old character’s design! This is Mikarig. He’s been a real pain in the ass to get to know, but lately that’s been changing. About time lol.

[beefcakequnari]

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literally all 4 of the muses on this blog might have made this joke so i had to. pick whichever one is funniest & picture them saying it to bull

[Which one isn’t funny tbh]

[servesorlais]

☂ (inquisitor beru -- out of the snow in the emprise? or a sudden rainstorm at skyhold? idk)

         There was enough snow on the ground without more of it falling to add a fresh white coat on top of the old. And what a time for it, too  ---  the Inquisition’s scouts were working to pitch tents far enough away from the spikes of red lyrium, away from where the pyre they’d thrown the templars’ bodies onto burned with a foul odor. Michel had done his best to offer help where he could, recommending places to erect barrier defenses and lending hands for the tents and the fortifications, for taking swords and money and orders off the bodies of the templars. 

        Enough snow had fallen into his hair to dampen it, and he sighed as he pushed one gloved hand through it. Was it just his imagination, or was the snowfall growing heavier by the minute? Their position here on higher ground should have afforded a decent view of the Emprise, but it was barely possible to see across the campsite now. Lucky, then, that he managed to catch the Herald’s gesture when he did, beckoning him towards the cluster of tents.  

        There was a certain expectation between chevaliers when one invited another to their tent; in a better mood, and with other company, Michel might have commented on it as he ducked inside after Berúthiel, feeling at once too tall for the limited space it offered. He doubted she would appreciate it, though. In any case, it did feel good to have that bit of shelter, a respite from the ice crystals stinging his cheeks red and making his hair drip uncomfortably onto the back of his neck.  

        ❝ We found another set of orders, ❞  he stated after a second, deciding there was a need to discuss business.  ❝ Perhaps we might review them while we wait for the storm to pass? ❞

old af meme  /  inviting the other out of the rain symbol i think  /  @spiritmarked