Teine Mallaichte

Studying Forensic Psychology Bsc Bio-med (physiology and neuroscience) Bsc Ex physiology and maths techer | Wannabe Writer Hobbies: | Running | Kendo | HEMA | Aikido | Manga/Anime: High-rise invasion | Alice in borderlands | One piece | Deadman wonderland | Undead Unluck | Video Games: Dragon Age | Borderlands | Fallout | Far cry | Baldur's Gate |

[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: When the Running Stops by Teine_Mallaichte & Guess

When the Running Stops

Written by @teine-mallaichte Tumblr

Art by @guess--again Tumblr | Instagram

After leaving Hawke’s bed, Fenris decides distance is safer—for Hawke, for himself, for everyone foolish enough to care about him. But over three years of grief, fear, friendship, freedom, and things left stubbornly unsaid, running becomes less like survival and more like another kind of cage.

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[teine-mallaichte]

Teine has a rant: I want more stories where limitations remain limitations.

Brought to you from an argument I had at work.

There's a lot of assumptions in fiction that irritate me... but I would like to have a small rant about this one:

Determination can temporarily override limitations.

The character has a broken leg, but there's a child to save.

The character has PTSD, but it's the final battle.

The character has depression, but their friends need them.

The character is exhausted, injured, traumatised, sleep deprived, grieving, ill, whatever...

...and somehow the plot-critical moment arrives and the condition politely steps aside.

Then afterwards it comes back.

it's a very common storytelling move.

But biology doesn't generally negotiate with narrative importance.

Psychosis doesn't check whether there's an exam tomorrow. A seizure disorder doesn't care about a deadline. A connective tissue disorder doesn't look at the calendar and decide today would be inconvenient. Neither does bipolar disorder. Neither does a concussion. Neither does a migraine. Neither does a panic attack.

Bodies are often astonishingly indifferent to human plans.

Which is fine. It's just fiction right?

But fiction doesn't just reflect expectations. It helps build them.

And I fear that when people consume thousands of stories with the same underlying assumption, that assumption starts feeling intuitive. And then that starts to bleed into every day life.

I have schizoaffective disorder and hEDS. I am also recovered from an eating disorder and have a history of PTSD.

And I cannot count the number of times people have just assumed that I can delay an episode until after a deadline, or stubborn myself out of psychosis, focus out of mania, that love or care for something can snap me out of depression, that if I want the thing enough I can just ignore the way my joints dislocate themselves at random.

but newsflash: I can't.

I see it constantly.

Friends with OCD who people assume can just not do their compulsions because there's a time-dependent thing happening.

Autistic friends who are accepted when they're just being "quirky", but then berated when their actual struggles affect plans, conversations, work, noise tolerance, food, travel, or anything else inconvenient.

Friends who will never "recover" being treated as though that means they are weak, lazy, not trying hard enough, or secretly choosing not to get better.

Now, obviously, I'm not saying fiction is entirely to blame.

And I understand that wish fulfilment is a thing.

Sometimes people want stories where the hero pushes through and wins despite everything. I get that. That’s valid.

But I do think this trope has more of an effect than people realise.

TLDR:

Representation is great. I want representation. We need representation. But... I have concerns when representation avoids the messy, darker, complicated, uncomfortable parts.

I want more stories where limitations remain limitations.

Where the panic attack doesn't wait until after the important conversation.

Where the psychosis doesn't pause for the exam.

Where the seizure happens at the worst possible time.

Where the injury does not vanish for the action sequence.

Where determination matters, but biology still gets a vote.

Because for a lot of people, the most important moments of our lives are precisely when our bodies and brains do not cooperate.

And no amount of caring enough magically changes that.

[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: Hollow Bones by Loquatiousquark & Sourw0lfs

Hollow Bones

Written by @loquaciousquark Tumblr | AO3

Art by @sourw0lfs Tumblr | AO3

Johanna Hezenkoss’s final journey from her doomed dinner party to the skull on Emmrich’s table has an unexpected stopover: inside Rook’s brain. Unfortunately, the irritating elven god who already lives there does not take kindly to his new roommate. With Rook abruptly jockeying for control of her own body, her relationship with Lucanis grows even more complicated. To their dismay, they find her new timeshare possession may be easier to navigate than their feelings—and considerably less daunting than naming them.

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[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: A Ghost on Orlesian Shores by commandershakarian and Inkwellke

A Ghost on Orlesian Shores

Written by @commander-krios Tumblr

Art by Inkwellke Tumblr | Bluesky

Viago de Riva always finished a contract. Only this time, things might be a bit more complicated than he expected.

Full artwork below the cut

[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: The Crown on his Heart by Carako, Raflesia & Kokoshka

The Crown on his Heart

Written by @carako Tumblr | AO3 Art (Left) by @kokoshka67 Tumblr

Art (Right) by @raflesia65 Tumblr | Bluesky | Instagram

Alistair never wanted to be king. Hated the idea of it, really. But now he's been chosen to rule Ferelden. And there's still the little problem of killing the Archdemon and ending the Blight. At least he'll have his love by his side. His Dalish queen. Maker, how did they end up like this?

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[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: Kada toh kim Nehraa Shokar (Love is a remedy to the venom of war) by iamsuperconfused & CaedHarlow

Kada toh kim, Nehraa Shokar (Love is a remedy to the venom of war)

Written by @iamsuperconfused Tumblr | Bluesky Art by @caedharlowe Tumblr

The story is set in Treviso during the early days of the Antaam invasion. It follows two women who meets through extraordinary circumstances and who end up finding friendship, companionship and love amidst the chaos. Follow the story, specially crafted for The Hanged Man's Minibang, of Rose Cordova and a Qunari Priest during the early days of the Antaam's invasion of Treviso

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[thehangedmancreatives]

THM Mini Bang Reveal: Room for All of Us by Justjasper and Shay

Room for All of Us

Written by @justjasper Tumblr | AO3

Art by @shayslounge-art Tumblr | AO3

After the events of The Veilguard, Taash has to sort out Shathann's house. When they do, they discover records related to the Qun, including records of their breeding, and the identity of their father. Their father, who turns out to be a certain Tal-Vashoth mercenary of some repute. An exploration of family, belonging, and identity in a world of new possibilities.

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THM Mini Bang Reveal: A Shot of Spite by Celestial Teapot & Polkadotdotdot

A Shot of Spite

Written by @celestialteapot Tumblr | Bluesky

Art by @p0lkadotdotdot Bluesky | AO3 | Cara

Isolde was looking for an escape, leaving her home and life in Denerim for Antiva City with the hopes of finding new inspiration. The last thing she expected was to walk into a coffee shop themed after characters from her own series of books. Invigorated by the adoration of the owner and his love for the world she created; she endeavours to finish, going back each day not just for the coffee but the man himself. She knows she can't hide forever or run from the feelings she's developing, especially when her new protagonist seems to have taken a striking resemblance to the barista himself.

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[teine-mallaichte]

"Hey. Stay awake."

For rook/davrin

this... went in a slightly unexpected direction... Storm is being very werid about my whump and angsting him recently 😂 he seems very determined to get fluff and romance and stuff. Honestly I think he might have actually gained sentience, or at least opinions.

Also I have a feeling this might expand into a full fic as I have thoughts! anyway...

some Storm (Rook) being totally incapible to being a normal sensible human for @dadrunkwriting

“Rook, I really must insist.”

Storm ignored Emmrich’s continued protests, stumbling again as they crossed the gutted shop.

“Rook. Listen to him.”

Davrin had a hand on his shoulder.

When had that happened?

Storm blinked, staring at it for a moment before shaking his head. “We’re almost at the Eluvian. No sense stopping now for more Venatori to find us.”

Davrin frowned—but didn’t argue.

Good.

But his hand also didn’t move.

Less good.

And he wasn’t looking at Storm’s face anymore.

Storm followed his gaze.

His arm.

The bandage he’d wrapped earlier was soaked through, dark red spreading steadily through the linen.

Right. That tracked. It neede stiches. He’d already assessed that, and filed it under later.

Nothing to be done now.

Eluvian. Debrief. Pass out.

That was the list.

Maybe—after the debrief —he could stitch it. If his hands were steady enough. Compression at least. Yarrow tincture. He had some in his room. Probably.

Storm shook his head, harder this time, forcing the thoughts down as nausea curled low in his stomach.

It was fine.

If he were actually bleeding out, he’d have collapsed already.

“We’re almost there,” he said again, firmer—and pulled away from Davrin’s grip.

He stepped around a charred table.

Limping, he noted absently. Whatever had hit his calf earlier was burning now. Minor concern.

Assan trotted up beside him, giving a soft, worried whine as he bumped his head against Storm’s leg.

Not helpful.

Storm nearly tripped again, catching himself on the threshold.

The griffon whined, wings fluttering.

“Here, boy,” Davrin called. Assan hesitated, head tilting as he looked back at Storm—then turned and bounded over to Davrin.

Storm exhaled and pushed forward.

The Eluvian waited in the far room.

Still. Silent.

He limped toward it, pulling the lyrium dagger from his belt and lifting it to the glass.

It flickered.

Glowed.

Finally. Something today was actually going right.

He glanced back—Davrin close behind, Emmrich lingering by a pile of scorched books seeemingly distracted, Assan watching with too intelligent eeyes. He turned back towards the Eluvian— —The floor slipped sideways as the world tilted.

Edges smeared.

“Rook?”

Colour bled across Storm’s vision. Teal. Gold. Smoke-dark shadows.

His knees buckled.

Something solid caught him—hard—and the jolt sent pain flaring white-hot through his arm, his ribs, his wrist.

“Rook?” Davrin's voice echoed slightyl.

“I’m fine,” Storm muttered automatically. The words sounding oddly slurred. He had no idea why, but suddenly the entire day just felt… funny.

He laughed—thin and breathless.

“Hey—stay awake.” Davrin’s voice was far too close now. Right at his ear.

Almost as if Storm was leaning against him.

Maybe he was.

Hard to tell.

Everything had gone soft at the edges, details slipping out of focus except for a few stubborn things: the smell of smoke, the rough press of armour against his back, the ache in his arm—

Davrin’s hand braced hard across his ribs. Davrin’s voice. Davrin’s scent. Davrin’s breath warm against the back of his neck.

The Eluvian’s glow painted everything in shifting teal and silver.

It was… pretty.

“Emmrich!” Storm winced. Too loud.

He

felt the lyrium dagger slip from his slack fingers, heard it clatter somewhere distant. He should say something about that—important—but all that came out was another thin, breathless laugh.

Maker.

That was embarrassing.

He sounded drunk. Or concussed. Or—

Blood loss, something in the back of his mind supplied.

Right.

That.

And no mana left.

That too.

Don’t pass out. Don’t pass out. Don’t—

His head sagged back against Davrin’s shoulder.

The world narrowed—warmth, pressure, the sharp, frantic edge creeping into Davrin’s voice.

Movement.

The floor rose toward him. Or he was lowered?

His hip pressed into cold floor. Then his shoulder. His head found something soft and warm, smelling of lether.

Davrin’s thigh?

Considerate. Embarrassing.

Emmrich’s robes swept into view. Rings flashed as fingers caught Storm’s chin, tilting his face.

Storm squinted. “You’re very… close.”

“Yes. That is generally how examining an injured person works.”

Storm hummed, faintly aware of Emmrich moving—pressure at his arm. Sharp pain.

He hissed, trying to pull away on, but Davrin’s hand pressed firm and steady against his good shoulder, holding him in place.

Emmrich muttered something about blood loss that Storm bearlty heard. The spinning softening into a thick, distant fog.

A hand tapped his cheek. “Eyes open.”

Storm groaned—but obeyed.

Davrin’s face hovered over him. Upside down. Blurred at the edges.

Dark brown eyes locked on his.

Sharp. Focused. Too intent.

Emmrich was still doing... something—another sharp sting that cut clean through the haze.

Storm jerked, breath catching, but Davrin held him steady.

This is bad, his mind supplied. Distant. Not spark of panic. That’s worse, his mind added.

That was… funny.

“Eyes open,” Davrin ordered again.

Storm tried.

Focused—clumsily—on those eyes.

Too close. Too intense. Too—

There was a sudden, irrational urge to sit up and kiss him.

Ridiculous.

Inconvenient.

He tried to move—

The room spun.

Tilted.

Everything collapsing to grey.

[nattousan]

ok so, I approached my local library with a proposal to donate a mural as a way to A: build portfolio/gain practical experience and B: give back to a beloved public institution. The director was very enthusiastic about it and i've been working on it since the beginning of March. Come with me as I endeavor to paint what is in all honesty an excessive amount of birds

I wanted the birds to look like they were actually in the space so first thing after doing the draft was to do a lighting study

after that I covered the walls in letters in lieu of a projector/vr headset bc i have neither of those :) Then i take a picture of the section of wall and superimpose the lineart over top of it so I can pencil in the lines

et voila

and that was a whole week on it's own so next comes the paintin' >:)

[nattousan]

and now, the birds

Birds 1 and 2/14: Red Winged Blackbird, Male and female, Agelaius phoeniceus

[nattousan]

Bird 3/14, American Robin, Turdus migratorius

[nattousan]

hoo boy, ok *out of breath*

GIVE IT UP FOR BIRD NUMBUH 5, THE CANADIAN GOOSE, Branta canadensis!!!!

this guy took me about 4 days to completely finish, all of those freakingk coverts were a bear to render

[nattousan]

speaking of obnoxious coverts:

bird 5/14, Bluejay, Cyanocitta cristata

the friggin stripes almost got me chat, i may not make it

[nattousan]

Madam....

[nattousan]

birds 6 and 7: American Goldfinch, Spinus tristis, male and female

pleasantly simple to paint! next is the flickerrrrr

[teine-mallaichte]

Your OC as a Kid Tag Game

Picrew here

Thanks @lottiesnotebook for the tag. This was fun 😂

Autumn Hawke

Before Kirkwall, before the blight before she became on of my truama sponges, she was just... some girl in Ferelden. I should really think about what she was like pre-kirkwall beyond the set known Hawke facts.

Storm Hawke (Soren Thorne)

Autumn and Anders oldest kid, he... yeah, he was a trauma sponge from conseption really. His entire life so far was running, hiding, then his siblings were born and everything changed so... yeah... Cute kid though :p

Adrian Hawke

Adrian was definitely already chaos personified I think. Not much more I can say about him. Honestly almost feel sorry for him, he does not yet know how the narrative will keep dragging him back into the chaos even once he starts trying to escape it.

Tavio Hawke-Laidir

Adrian and Fenris's adopted son, brought up on Isabela's ship. But... not yet a mini-Adrian, as we'd still be at the only just liberated from slavery era. He'll be fine.

Tags... erm... i dont know...

@elfyroot @lordgoretash @fagetwrites and anyone who sees this and wants to play

[teine-mallaichte]

This is going to be my day today

Been putting off making planters for the new veg patch for weeks 😅 really got to get on with it now though.

Main issue is that the entire area is sloped. Like really sloped... into a beck sloped. So... that's going to be fun 🤣

You like my amazing, very professional, sketch? I am technically a qualified joiner honest 😂

[teine-mallaichte]

Progress

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[teine-mallaichte]

This is going to be my day today

Been putting off making planters for the new veg patch for weeks 😅 really got to get on with it now though.

Main issue is that the entire area is sloped. Like really sloped... into a beck sloped. So... that's going to be fun 🤣

You like my amazing, very professional, sketch? I am technically a qualified joiner honest 😂

[the-cryptographer]

@lordgoretash telling me about anders and fenris being brothers-in-law in their verse making it occur to me that if both hawke twins are alive it would be not even a little difficult to make anders and fenris and merrill all siblings-in-law. and you would think that family dinners would be horrible with all of them attending but it's probably funnier if hawke and bethany and carver are the ones really having all the fights and causing all the drama while anders and fenris and merrill are either hitting glass bottles with a hockey stick for shiggles, or making very matter of fact plans to assassinate the mayor.

[thewoundedcoast]

Oh wow that is both perfect and terrible! Worst set of inlaws, but also somehow I do think they would get along a lot better post-game. Because getting away from Kirkwall would calm everyone down. Except for the Hawkes, who would be more prone to petty drama without having to close ranks over serious stuff anymore.

Also, isn't Varric basically the mayor? Not that this should in any way interfere with their assassination plans, it just felt worth mentioning.

[merrinla]

Checking what spells Solas casts as a companion. Some names are familiar from the game, but these deal more damage and mostly have unique animations. Except for the heal and teleport. Fun fact: Anaris, Hezenkoss, some revenants, and venatori magisters use the same teleport. Target direction and damage aren't shown because they need to be triggered separately, which is beyond my skill level at the moment.

[teine-mallaichte]

Late Wholesome Wednesday for @andersweek

[lin-luna-art]

I think it would be interesting if everyone had different ears

(like in real life)