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Belial, The Lord of Lies

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THE GREATER FADE ft Asharen Lavellan

Whatever it was, it looked upon me: the smallest of beads of light - silent in judgement. I am unsure it looked upon me kindly, but the thought that it could see me, perceive me, was enough to pull me awake. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I was drenched in sweat - heart still racing at my throat. I have never seen anything like that before. Indeed, something is happening in the fade. A thing of beauty. A thing of terror.

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meet Marty (vampire hunter) and Clarice (vampire)!!! comic coming soon...

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"You like ochre, right? I've seen some ochre dyed shirts in your room." Well, maybe they're ochre stained, or more likely stained with years of blood. Big deal. - about Orla "Rook" Mercar as written by tepid (@extravagantwit)

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It's not real love if you don't kiss your dalish lover under Arlathan's rain

Let's make it an elven tradition, shall we? :)

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mien'harel [gen; adult]

CHARACTERS: Solas; Felassan; Mythal; Ghilan'nain; Andruil; Imshael; Geldauran; Anaris; Abelas; Original Elvhen Characters.

RELATIONSHIPS: Solas & Felassan; Solas/Felassan (Slow Burn); Solas & Mythal; Solas & Original Elvhen Characters.

RATING & WARNINGS: Mature; Graphic Depictions of Violence; Major Character Death. This fic does not follow Veilguard's established lore for Solas, as it was drafted much earlier than the game's release.

A spirit is called from the world that dreams into the world that wakes. He is given the name Solas, and then he is told to forget he ever was a spirit at all. He grows up as the son of a scullery maid, a servant of Mythal the All-Mother, and knows no life but the life of the incarnated. Until his brother is kidnapped by Andruil, on the hunt for fresh blood to feed her Champion's vile experiments. Solas attempts to petition Mythal for his brother's release, but is offered an alternative instead: work for the Mother of the Evanuris, rise through the ranks, and gain enough power to free his brother himself. But unknown to him, and to the other Evanuris, history is being nudged (or perhaps shoved), and Solas will soon find himself in the position to change the course of Elvhenan forever.

PART ONE: ALL NEW

CHAPTER ELEVEN

In the darkness of Mythal's abandonment, dreams bloomed. Waking, sleeping, it did not matter. In the bowels of Arlathan's Pits, where Solas had sought desperate refuge from himself, the bonds between flesh and magic were thinner the deeper one went; a thinness brought by blood and despair. The worlds here did not meld out of reverie, worship, or beauty, but out of necessity. It was easier to ignore an empty stomach or the phantom of debt bondage when one was busy sinking into the eddies of the Fade. For tonight, his passage to nothingness was bought with the bitter, scorching aftertaste of absinthe. He hoped it would drown enough of himself that he would be spared the worst of the dreams. The irony was not lost on him: a Dreamer, terrified of what sleep may bring.

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Darkness guide you 🌙

Available as a print here!

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this was mostly an excuse to play with some watercolor brushes i got ages ago and then never did anything with. but it was also a warmup that went too far.

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A body, under a heavy piece of domed metal and a large boulder. Their body had always been lean and athletic, flexible. And now their long hair was caked with blood. She can see the crumbling pieces of stone amongst the strands, caked in their blood and her own. In the moment, as the edges of her vision darken, she can still see them there: one broken leg, a pool of blood, strands of hair on her fingers like a fraying carpet. She could not see their chest. Their face. The dream is always the same, she wakes up at the third blink, once the blood from her forehead falls atop her eyes, when she stumbles back and turns around amongst the ruins of their city. Her sleep is never deep, it could barely be called sleep. It is too dangerous to fall asleep.

from left to right: the priestess / falon'din's general (she/her) and dirthamen's general (they/them)

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@bodysnatch3r and @biancasbow ambushing me and my feelings I see how it is

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happy Easter 🐰🥚🩷💚🩵💛

happy easter for you too! ✨

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Asharen for @captainskells, thanks for trading 🐺❤️

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My 5 of wands card for the Star Crossed Tarot Card Kickstarter- fully funded!

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my part of an art trade with @yueliang / @linliness this was a lot of fun, thank you ❤️

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I JUST NEED A LITTLE MERCY, A LITTLE MERCY ON ME.

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. moon kitty (2021)