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@violetiris-ak
Commission I did for @violetiris-ak for her fanfiction Finding Home, which you can find on AO3.
@snarknsarcasm did an an incredible job on a commission for my Dragon Age fanfic Finding Home. It's been wonderful seeing the characters come to life. Thank you!
If you like her style, you can check out more of her work on her Tumblr. Her commissions are still open too!
People who wound us get no say in how we clean up the blood.
Harriet Selina
do you ever have something happen to you and just know that it would've had an absolutely devastating impact on your capacity to endure if you'd been in an even 5% worse psychological state
it's like watching an ice shelf break off a glacier and plummet into the water inches from your little sailing vessel and knowing you were this close to joining it in the frozen depths below. oooooohhh girl.
Anders’ most iconic look, now in color 😌
since cat!Anders attacking the Cardboard Chantry was surprisingly popular, here he is with his other two favourite toys.
Breaking News: Local Apawstate vandalises Cardboard Chantry
i know we’re both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what i’m saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when it’s raining. what i’m saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what i’m saying is that i’m here for you and if the train comes please move.
i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.
i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.
and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?
i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.
you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isn’t even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isn’t just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.
when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.
i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also haven’t picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you can’t tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you weren’t crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you aren’t supposed to still-be-here - and yet.
i am still here, and still yours, and i haven’t forgotten. what i’m saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know it’s hard, but you have to listen. i’m saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, i’m not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.
i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. i’ll be waiting for you.
and when the train is coming - please move.
All that night, I cradled him in my arms, as closely as if he were my child or my lover. As closely as if he were my self, wounded and alone. I held him while he wept, and I held him after his weeping was done. I let him take whatever comfort he could in the warmth and strength of my body. I have never felt less of a man that I did so.
Robin Hobb, Fool’s Fate, chapter 30
Narrator: "Everything is in motion - all within these walls are doom to destruction unless you act."
bonus:
I can hear this gif set loud and clear...
What's the point of the un, the geneva conventions, international law, etc if we see a genocide happening in front of our eyes but nothing is done to stop it.
You know how people sometimes get a cat by just having a random stray cat with no collar and no chip walk in and sit on the couch like "yo fucknuts I live here now", and the people just go "well fuck, guess I gotta go get a litterbox then."
Now consider: Humans doing that to the fae. Not being captured by the fae folk, not taken against their will but stubbornly walking in to their realm and refusing to leave before one of them agrees to take this damn creature. Faeries telling each other "naww come on, you can't make it leave, it already ate your food. Everyone knows you gotta keep them if you've fed them."
And another faery yells back "I did not fucking feed that thing, it climbed into my pantry and was eating flour straight out of the bag!"
cc: @petermorwood (re: Bubble) :)
I need this book
And I love you, and all that is part of you.
I'm sure it's fanon that the Warden-Commander must make the most random non-sequitur comments about their Origins Love Interest during Awakening or what's the point???
Marzel missing his witchy lover. Everyone then played 'Shape-shifted mage' or 'Actual Giant Spider WTF Commander'.
(cont.)
Warden-Commander Marzel: (sniffling sadly) Sometimes when I hear the skittering of multiple legs, I'm reminded of my love, Morrigan.
Sigrun: (whispering) Okay, who is this "Morrigan" the Commander keeps talking about? Is she a person or...?
Velanna: Person of course. He said his "love." Right...?
Justice: Multiple legs. She is a giant spider.
Nathaniel: But didn't the Commander also say he lost his virginity to her...?
Anders: *Sigh* Okay we're doing this. Shape-Shifted Mage or Giant Spider.
Sigrun: Hey Commander! Where did you first meet Morrigan?
Marzel: Oh uh... deep in the Korcari Wilds. At an abandoned ruin, in fact.
Nathaniel: I'm curious, what was Morrigan's favourite food?
Marzel: You know, I never really saw her eat. I think she just sucked the life force of whatever creature she ensnared.
Anders: Oh wow. So what's one habit you really disliked about Morrigan?
Marzel: Well sometimes she made me feel like a tiny bug trapped in the web she spun around me.
Anders: I can't figure this out. Amell, is Morrigan a person or a giant spider?
Marzel: ... How can you ask me that?? /sulks away
Sigrun: I still don't know.
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Sigrun: Was Morrigan a person or a giant spider?
Oghren: Yes. *belch*
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Hawke: What was the Hero of Fereldan like?
Anders: Deeply private person. Also may or may not have done it with a giant spider.
Hawke: ... What.
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First Ever RotE Villain Appreciation Event - Coming this Halloween!
The RotE discord linked HERE showed interest in a RotE Villain Appreciation Event and I am here to deliver with a prompt week! A big thank you to everyone who participated in my poll for the most popular prompts 🎃🎃🎃
You can choose any of the prompts for the day and post a fanwork with them to show your appreciation for your RotE villain of choice. Any fanwork works - from fanart to fanfiction to meta discussions, it's completely up to you!
If you tag this blog, I'll make sure to both reblog your fanwork and share a link in said discord server - unless you don't want me to.
You can find a list of the prompts both above and below:
Friday, October 27: Icy Depths / Origin / Which RotE villain is your favourite?
Saturday, October 28: Poison / Memory / What’s your favourite RotE villain quote?
Sunday, October 29: Hero of my own story / Crown / What would happen if your favourite RotE villain won?
Monday, October 30: Worship / Fate / AU - Role Reversal
Tuesday, October 31 - Halloween!: Control / The Worst Thing I Could Do / New Clothes, New Self
Happy October!
In truth, for the chance to be by your side I would storm the Dark City itself. Never doubt it.
”It is never too late to be what you might have been.” 💘
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