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may...may i request a grian...for the soul....funny birbd

i wanted to draw grian looking fond so i gave him his silly guy

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Five times the hero slayed the dragon, and one time they didn't, Part 1

TW: death in childbirth, graphic violence, implied suicide

The glow of the sunblade fades as the dragon lays dying atop its hoard of gold. Gorwin pants and drops to his knees, letting his sword fall to the ground with a clatter alongside him.

The dragon takes a rasping, rattling breath. "Death...is but a door... to the next life," it rasps, neck still gushing blood. "We will meet again, oh noble elf...when I return."

The dragons eyes slip closed.

The paladin, the hero who'd slain the dragon, takes his sword and stands. He feels... nothing. Not the honor or triumph he should feel at the conquest of such a mighty foe. Not the peace of knowing that the monster before him would never again terrorize the countryside. Not the fear that the dragons foreboding last words had been meant to instill.

The deed is done. The oath is fulfilled.

And so Gorwin turns and walks away.

He goes home to his wife, who greets him with a tired smile from her bed. Pregnancy has taken a toll on her body, and the child in her womb has grown more restless by the day.

On the day Penelo gives birth, what is left of their small village gathers near. When the first cry from the child is heard, there is cheering and dancing and music for the first time in months.

But Gorwin hears none of this. For, unbeknownst yet to the people of the town, his wife lies dead, and his newborn child, a healthy baby boy, stares up at his father with slitted yellow eyes.

Gorwin doesn't raise his son alone. The townsfolk are beside him through the years, providing the clothes his clumsy hands could never sew, offering the gentle guidance his stoic heart could never express.

Gorwin loves Sanev, his son, his last family alive, a dragons soul though he may have. He raises him in the ways of honor, of justice, and of compassion.

Or so he tries.

Sanev is defiant and angry. He lashes out against his father and any others who attempt to guide him in the ways of what is right. His rage is fiery in both the figurative and literal sense. With draconic words he shouldn't know, he conjures fire and pain. Gorwin has nursed more burns alone than he cares to confess.

There's no doubt the child is powerful, and by the time he reaches his 100th birthday and chooses his adult name, now Niarcrago, he is an accomplished sorcerer.

Some say his draconic powers and unusual eyes are due to the residual magic that clung to Gorwin upon returning from his mission. Others say that the boy must have stumbled upon some leyline that infused him with wicked power.

But Gorwin knows the truth. This draconic sorcerer is his own old foe, and Niarcrago remembers Gorwin not as his loving father, but as the man who had killed him.

One day while in the market, Gorwin smells smoke.

"I knew that boy of yours should have been banished decades ago!" a man yells at Gorwin. "He's gone completely mad!"

Gorwin drops his basket of groceries and runs toward his home, passing townsfolk running in the opposite direction and screaming in terror.

In the middle of the street, surrounded by the burning rubble of what was once their quiet neighborhood, stands Niarcrago. His hands and eyes are alight with flames.

"You thought you could raise your enemy as you son," Niarcrago says, but this isn't the voice of a young elf. The voice he speaks with is that of the dragon he once was, and though Gorwin's skin is hot from the fire around him, his blood is as cold as the peaks of the mountains in the dead of winter.

"I did raise you as my son," Gorwin shouts over the roaring fire. "I showed you the love of a father despite everything we'd done to each other in your last life. Our fight is done, so quell your flames, my child!"

A rumbling laugh from the sorcerer shakes the ground.

"I told you that I would return. You should have known that I would never do so in peace. This town will burn, and both of us within it. And when I die, my soul will rest."

"Rest your soul now, Son! We can leave here and forget our old grudges."

"NEVER!" Niarcrago yells, and flames shoot from his mouth along with his thunderous voice.

Gorwin crosses his arms in front of his face and braces himself for the blast.

Fire engulfs Gorwin, burning his cloths and skin. The force knocks him the the ground. When the fire has passed, he ignores his pain and stands, drawing the sword that he keeps sheathed on his back. It's not the sunblade infused with the power of his oath, not anymore. That magic had died with the dragon a century ago.

At least, that's what Gorwin had thought.

When he draws the sword, the magic it had once held roars to life anew, and a voice inside his soul reaffirms the oath he'd taken so, so long ago.

"Please!" Gorwin pleads even as he takes a fighting stance, "Please my son. Don't make me do this. You're all I have left! I love you!"

"You have nothing left, Paladin! Nothing left but a valiant heroes death!"

They charge toward each other, one set of yellow eyes spitting fire, one set of green eyes flooded with tears. Deep in his heart, Gorwin had always known it would come to this, though he'd never allowed himself to truly admit it.

They clash in furry, Gorwin dodging swipe after swipe of Niarcrago's fiery hands that had now turned to dragon-like claws. One blow lands across his face, and he screams as hot claws cauterize as they cut into his cheek.

Niarcrago stands back to admire his work, and Gorwin breaths heavily, drenched in sweat and covered in ash that clings to his wet skin. His mouth feels like he's eaten chalk, and he spits out a mouthful of blood and ash.

Gorwin's eyes and lungd burn from the smoke, but he steadies himself.

"One last time son," he says, his voice rough. "Don't do this. Don't make me do this."

"Do what?" Niarcrago asks, his voice thick with condescension.

Gorwin clenches his jaw. "This."

The newly revived sunblade glows bright, and with the shout of a prayer to Iomedae, he swipes his sword through the air and across Niarcrago's chest.

Niarcrago clutches his hand to his gaping wound, screaming through clenched teeth as his skin seers at his touch. Gorwin plunges the sunblade into his son's stomach, impaling him on the blade.

Niarcrago's flames finally go out, and his eyes go wide.

Both men drop to their knees, and Gorwin lets Niarcrago fall into his arms. He buries his face in his son's auburn hair that always reminded Gorwin of Penelo, and he weeps.

"You were my beautiful Sanev," he sobs. "You were my son, my light, my everything!"

"You..." Niarcrago grunts, "killed me... again. Damn you, Paladin! My soul is still a dragon. Remember that."

Niarcrago's body goes limp in Gorwin's arms, and Gorwin only grips him tighter.

He wails into the air, tears streaking down his filthy face. In his heart, he curses every diety whose name he knows for his fate, for his wife, for his son, for everything he'd lost and everything he'd done.

He pulls the sunblade, dull again now that the oath has been fulfilled once more, from his son's body. He holds it out as far as he can with the blade pointed to his heart.

"Death is but a door to the next life," he says quietly, mirroring the words of the dragon he'd killed. Dragon souls will reincarnate as anything, but the soul of an elf will always return as another elf. Knowing this, Gorwin looks to the sky one last time in this life. The sun and clouds are covered by smoke. The last color he sees is gray.

"I will save you next time, my son."

You, a heroic paladin have successfully slain a fearsome dragon. But the dragon warns you that death is but a door, and dragons don’t die, they reincarnate. You paid it no mind….until your son was born with golden, slitted eyes.

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Everyone in the tags is making dragon fucking jokes, and while I commend and support this, I'm going to actually write something serious with this. Just. Gimme a minute.

You, a heroic paladin have successfully slain a fearsome dragon. But the dragon warns you that death is but a door, and dragons don’t die, they reincarnate. You paid it no mind….until your son was born with golden, slitted eyes.

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If you ever want to send money my way, I do have a ko-fi.

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Over The Waves by Setsuko Matsushima

art quilt

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"what does a TARDIS malfunction sound like?"

"idk just dump the entire goofy sound effects library in the span of 10 seconds. That should do it"

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Sorry for being such a slow writer, it's because I [remembers that self-deprecating jokes are harmful to my mental health and make everyone else uncomfortable] was attacked by dark spirits and washed up on the shore of a mysterious island with no recollection of who I was

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Jellie tends to be a very curious cat, sometimes. She likes poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong, or snatching things from Scar and Grian when they catch her interest.

Maybe Scar should’ve known better, then.

He sits in his and Grian’s bedroom (it’s been theirs pretty much after the second month Scar moved in), a ring in his hands. The metal is cool against his palm, a soft rose gold. The band isn’t anything special, a simple engraving in it. Scar knew Grian would throw a fit if he found out Scar spent so many diamonds on the ring. So he tried to get something reasonable.

He can spoil Grian with the actual ring.

If he says yes, that is. Just the thought makes a shiver run of Scar’s spine. Is he really doing this? He and Grian have only been together for a year and a half, but Scar just knows that he’s the one. There isn’t any doubt in his mind about it. But does Grian feel the same?

Jellie jumps up on the bed next to Scar, meowing at him. She brushes her head against his arm as she settles beside him, and Scar smiles. “Well hello there beautiful lady. Are we requesting pets?” he teases as he brushes a hand through her fur. She curls up close to him, leaning into his touch. Scar sighs softly, scratching behind her ear. “I don’t know Jellie… do you think he’ll say yes?” he asks quietly. She stares blankly up at him. “Yeah okay, fair enough.”

Past their bedroom, the front door opens and shuts. “Scar, I’m home!”

Scar jumps up, disturbing a content Jellie. He shoots her an apologetic look, giving her one last pet. But the most crucial piece?

He makes the mistake of leaving the engagement ring on the bed.

As Scar walks out the room to greet his boyfriend, Jellie takes to making their bed her own. Yet as she moves, the shiny ring catches her attention. She tilts her head, curious about the shiny object. Sticking a paw out, she swats it. Again. And again. And again. Until the ring tips over the side of the bed, dropping to the floor with a ‘plop.’

Her pupils widen in that playful way they tend to do, wiggling before she pounces.

Oblivious to what his cat is doing, Scar is sweeping his boyfriend into a hug. “How was work?” he questions, looking down at Grian with a curious yet soft gaze.

“Tiring,” Grian huffs, content to melt into Scar’s grasp. He lifts his arms, returning the embrace as he does so. “I had to remake the blueprint at least five times until the guy was happy with it.”

Scar winces, “Eesh. Now I’m kind of glad he only wanted you to meet with him.”

Grian glowers at him in return, though the look is entirely playful. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“I think I will, thank you.” Scar grins, stealing a kiss. “How does a movie and dinner sound?” He bumps their noses together as he smiles.

“Let me think about it,” Grian hums, booping his nose against Scar’s as he does so. “As long as there’s ice cream after.”

Scar lets out an affronted gasp, pulling away. “I’m offended you think there wouldn’t be ice cream after all!” he says as he walks toward the kitchen. “Go sit! I’ll grab the takeout leftovers.”

Laughing, Grian takes his shoes off and heads over into their living room. He finds Jellie there, playing with something caught between her paws. He fondly shakes his head at her, “What do you have now, miss?”

Jellie looks up at him with a meow as she swats at whatever it is she’s deemed her new toy, chasing at it. However, said mystery object knocks into Grian’s foot, and he gets it first.

Leaning down, Grian picks up what appears to be a rose gold ring. He inspects it in his hand, eyebrows knit together as he does. “Where did this come from?” He blinks at it, looking down at Jellie. “Did you rob someone?”

Jellie sits in front of him, slowly blinking. The perfect picture of innocence.

Shaking his head with a faint laugh, Grian looks at the ring again. His heart skips a beat as he really takes in the detail of it. He certainly didn’t buy it. Did Scar? And if he did then….

Heart a little louder, he turns to his boyfriend. “Hey, Scar?”

“Yes, love of my life?”

“Any clue what this is?”

Scar walks into the living room, the soft crackles of a furnace behind him. He pauses when he notices what Grian is holding in his hand. His eyes go wide, looking a little pale. To the side of Grian, he spots the movement of Jellie’s tail, and looks directly at her. “Traitor,” he mutters.

“Scar?” Grian questions, confused and… maybe a bit nervous.

“Haha uh… any chance we can forget this all happened and revisit it like. Next month?” Scar weakly chuckles, the epitome of nerves as he looks at Grian.

“What’s going on?” Grian’s brows furrow in confusion, a bit of concern leaking into his expression.

Scar knows trying to lie about it is practically pointless. Grian is too curious and too stubborn to let it go. And now that he’s seen the ring… Scar takes in a shaky breath. “Void, alright. Guess we’re doing this.”

He walks over to Grian, “May I?” He gestures for the ring, and Grian slowly nods. He hands the ring over to Scar, who accepts it with shaking hands. “Okay.” Scar sucks in a breath, unbelieving that he’s really doing this right now.

Slowly, Scar drops down on one knee in front of Grian, watching the way the other’s eyes go wide. But something about the position doesn’t feel quite right. Brows furrowing, Scar sets his other knee on the carpet below. “G? Mind kneeling with me here?” he asks, to which Grian nods. He joins Scar on the carpet, kneeling with him as well. “Much better,” he hums, pleased.

“Scar what?” Grian questions, lost and confused, and goodness his heart is beating so fast.

“I uh, I had a whole thing planned out, but Jellie seems to have thrown a wrench into all that,” Scar chuckles. “But it’s fine! I can improvise, who needs a plan?” He does. He needs a plan. Shaking his head, Scar reaches for one of Grian’s hands, grasping it in his own. He takes a measured breath, and begins to speak.

“I love you. More than words will ever be able to describe, G. You’ve done so much for me, more than I think I’ll ever be able to thank you for. You found me on the street, and despite being scammed by me, you still offered me a roof to live under, and a home to heal in.” Grian’s eyes are focused on him, listening with rapt attention. His gaze only worsens Scar’s nerves, heart beating a mile a minute. “You’re stubborn and witty, and sometimes you steal the blanket from me.”

Grian laughs.

Scar loves the sound.

“You don’t let me wallow in self pity, or memories of the harder times. You’re endlessly kind to both myself and Jellie, and everyone around you, even if your patience runs a little thin and you get snippy. We may get into a minor disagreement here and there, but you always come back around to me.” Scar smiles softly at him, so painfully fond and loving. “Back on that world… I never thought I would get to live life again. Or even enjoy the night sky without being afraid. It felt like a part of me was always missing, but I found that part with you.”

“Scar…” Grian trails off, face going red.

“G, you’re my home, my light. I want to spend every day waking up next to you and messing up pancake batter with you,” Scar laughs, the sound wet and shaky. Grian laughs with him, sounding just as affected. “I want to hold you on your bad days, and on your good ones. I want to be there through everything, for the rest of our lives. You’ve reminded me what it’s like to live and love, what it’s like to be me. There’s no one else for me, my heart and souls are yours.”

Scar swallows, holding the ring out to him. “So… will you entangle your life with mine forever? And marry me?” His expression turns bashful as he asks, and Grian is red in the face.

“You…” he trails off, amazed and in disbelief all at once. He looks between Scar and the ring, and he shakes his head. “I’ve been trying for days to find the perfect way of proposing to you, and you go and pull the rug right out from under me,” he laughs. “Curse how perfect you are sometimes.”

“C’mon G, you’re really leaving me hanging here!” Scar whines at him, making Grian laugh all over again.

Grian wraps his arms around Scar’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. “Yes, you spoon. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”

If their neighbors hear how loudly Scar yells, well… it’s a warm congratulations to the newly engaged couple.

Jellie watches her humans cry in each others arms, tail flicking lazily at her side. She better get extra treats for this.

(It’s only later, when they’re sitting on the couch, curled into each other, that Scar realizes what Grian said. He turns to him, “Wait, you were planning to propose too?”

Grian snorts with laughter, “Hadn’t even picked out a ring, but yes Scar, I was.”)

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How can people hate on Wels when he's literally the knight, the soldier who brings the fight at first light. Y'all had to incite, so now he's gotta indict; you're guilty of getting murdered with words.

we need to surgically remove every hermits desire to rap are there MORE? i used to watch the yogscast the pain i’ve experienced at seeing youtubers i like do horrifically cringe parody songs follows me around like a black dog and i wish it was dead

dont tell welsknight he has to stop rapping man or hes going to do another world war he said so

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Alex and Steve Minecraft are t4t. Their deadnames? Adam and Eve. In this essay I will

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tending to your ancient plants! 🌱🪴✨

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missing somebody you never knew

(click for better quality)

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so I draw hermitcraft art now

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Meeting

All dogs go to heaven

Inspired by Gem assuring Pearl that there will be more dogs in the next life (series)

So I want to think Tilly and Millie meet at the end of the series they were part of because it's just cute

Tilly is suspicious until she smells Pearl on Millie, and knows she's a friend :D

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just gonna start killing people i dont find funny

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The good news is I don't have to chose between team TIES and Pink Parrots and Scar (my forever MCC main) in Green Geckos.

The bad news is that I can't watch live it at all bc work 😫

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JUMPING OFF A CLIFF