"I just want to ensure everyone will be safe. Why is that so much to ask?" (a sideblog dedicated to my beloved dragonborn paladin PC, Talis. He's young, he's a mess, and boy is he trying his best. Will feature drawings of him, felt doll pictures, and whatever writing I finally revise and share here)
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big fan of characters who have it all under control when theyre put in situations but no idea how to be like a regular guy doing regular stuff when all is said and done.
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Vibes for Softly Tortured Characters
For the ones who make you want to wrap them in a blanket and also scream “JUST TALK TO SOMEONE.”
Always looks like they didn’t sleep (because they didn’t)
Talks like they’re about to say something else, but never does
Constantly touches their sleeves/jewelry/lip, like if they’re not holding something, they’ll fall apart
Laughs too easily, but it never quite reaches their eyes
Over-apologizes for things no one noticed
Craves affection but flinches when they get it
Body language = trying to take up as little space as possible
Flashes of unexpected rage, like pressure finally cracking glass
Always says “I’m fine” in a tone that screams “Please ask again”
Cries alone, then wipes their face like it’s a secret
Feels safest in chaos because stillness feels like waiting for pain
Thinks being loved means being a burden
Cannot remember the last time they were truly, fully relaxed
Keeps people at arm’s length, but is the first to drop everything if someone else needs help
Treats their own joy like it's a luxury they didn’t earn
#(reblogging this when talis isn't looking)#(because the accurancy is hurting the me)#writing#trauma#character development#i mean not all apply#but its accurate
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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
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whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.
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In the absence of a better name, this is still Here's To All The Burnouts. The oil reserve (hidden inside a hollow wall of the bowl) should allow for about 20 hours of burn; the bowl itself can be filled with other stuff.
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Night Wings~
Turning the day into the night, the sun into the moon
Part of my translucent wings series

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“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
-Sarah Williams-
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My good boy paladin Tav and his backstory.
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The Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount:
The Calamity took the lives of mortals and immortals alike. Many angels that fought with the Prime Deities were slain, and most that survived were wounded. The solar Xalicas, the right hand of the Arch Heart, was so injured that even the magic of the gods cannot help the angel regain the ability to see, fly, or leave Exandria. For over a century, Xalicas lay broken and blinded in the Greying Wildlands, moss and plants covering her body, until she had the strength to move, blaming herself for the small part she played in the Calamity.
Now Xalicas wanders Wildemount to make up for the sins of the Calamity and prevent another devastating war. Her followers attempt to heal war-scarred lands and repair the natural world. Xalicas knows that alone and in her injured state she cannot stop all the evils in the world, so the angel lends her power to those she finds worthy: creatures who wish to stop unnecessary war, stand up to tyranny, and defend the innocent.
Appearance. Xalicas is a silver-skinned solar who wears a clean white bandage around her eyes. Her body is covered in scars, and one of her wings is blackened and burned.
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Thinking about this poem I wrote two days ago.
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joey batey did not write "you're not a coward cause you cower; you're brave because they broke you, yet broken, still you breathe" (x) to be known as the toss a coin to your witcher guy
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i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what
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I love a character raised to be a weapon as much as the next guy. But what really gets me is a character raised to be a shield. Who can’t fathom being needed—or even being wanted— beyond keeping others safe. Who believe they are alive only to insure someone doesn’t die. no matter the cost. Characters who self-sacrifice not because they think they deserve it, but because no one else does deserve it, and it’s their job to protect.
Characters who’ve been told that’s why your important. Your worth something because this other person/ thing is important, and you are here solely to keep them safe.
Bonus points if it’s not a legitimate job they’ve been given. Maybe at one point it was, but now that they are free from it, they haven’t given up that mentality. No one is forcing or asking them to do this, but they need to. They need to in order to be deserving.
#sometimes that's all you can be#sometimes that's the only way to defend someone#to be a shield#(yeah but not all the time Talis)
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this is the saddest fucking thing. wheres that post about when you cant even write a poem about it because its just there already
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