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(๑•ᴗ•๑) if your Dragon Age elf OCs were elves that had manifested from being spirits rather than elves that had been born, what kind of spirit would they each have been?

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Swan song

[original characters; please don't tag as your ocs or canon characters]

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today is my birthday!!

thank you for supporting my art :>

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sketch outfit design for @stellastra-scribbles 🍂💙

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last line game

thank you thank you my darling @tulipathy! 🌷

i'm posting two entire paragraphs of the next chapter of the moon instead of a line because i have no parents on tumblr to stop me! (its obv unedited though, i hope to smooth it out more before posting)

Luella turned the syllable around in her mind, viewed it from all angles with her brows furrowed, as if she could reveal some secret tone, that would elaborate the truth of his statement, the lacing of his motivation. Brevity had become her enemy in the time between his arms; brevity was the soil which the weeds of hurt grew from even when unsowed. It was an ugly thing, to demand words for words' sake—it was inelegant to ask for elaboration in a statement already architectured to the speaker's tastes, and for the longest time she had seen it as a display of distrust to confirm so openly an answer built this boldly by his lips. But like the roads of her clan's aravels had braided to become the elf she was today, Solas was woven from the paths of Dreaming, which travelled in all directions and did not succumb to binds like time and space and language. Luella was a recent visitor in the palace of his life and though its halls so sweetly echoed their welcome of her presence, she needed to learn their tongue, before she could assume herself their native. When a mind so vast as his parted its gates and fell into her palms, it too brought this heart-thrumming acceptance: that she should need a blueprint for her way to him was natural, that in the meantime he could be her home—she could be his—entirely all the same.

(for once i DID let myself write messy and not linearly so well see how that goes for the chapter update lmao but did i write this weekend? i didddd)

tagging beloveds: @luzial @alice-dead @elynnism @kithsana and also please everyone else who has a writing WIP! I want to see all the WIPs!!!

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WIP wednesday! (late as always </3)

I was tagged by @miraabellee and @luzial and @buriedknight (holy shit thank you) and this time I'm doing drawing-wip first, then fic-wip under the cut! how about that!

(i call this one "the awful aspect ratio" because its almost unpostable in its current state lol <3)

also tagging: @elynnism (happy birthday!), @contessaxchaos, @alice-dead, @nananarc AND I'm using my privilege of answering this late to tag @miraabellee @luzial @buriedknight for next week. hope that's okay. it IS my birthday, too >:)

meanwhile xviii. the moon is almost finished and I hope to post the last chapter sometime next week! snippet belowww

There was indeed a joke to be had, for coffee had been a ritual they had introduced her to, one chilly autumn afternoon, almost immediately after he had joined the Inquisition. On a clearing behind the Chantry of Haven, she'd found him sat upon a bench in Josephine's company, and delighted in the way their accents swelled and thickened around each other, as though any moment they would burst like berries and he'd speak Tevene while the ambassador would flow in her Antivan, as though it would not stop them from understanding each other at all. Their hands had held this thick black liquid, foam lazily following the gestures of the conversation, and when she'd accepted the offered cup she had not known that the rich sour taste could jolt her heart with such relief, like basking in the sun, surrounded by friends. They had not arranged with the roastery for her sake—she had only been a useful name and a lucky casualty—and this had only comforted her more. It had been too soon to call him friend, he'd been but a stranger, and so had he pretended to be close to her from the very start, he'd have only been among the many grasping for a Herald to place in a pocket or tuck up a sleeve; indeed, he'd been honest in using her name for his gain, and this shameless practicality had only made her trust in him soar. Like everything in nature, for something real to begin, it had to first not exist; that he could joke about it was in itself a sign of the trueness of their bond, the self-evident honesty of friendship.

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wip wednesday! was tagged by @lyanachaan (definitely more than once...) and @crowwowo. thank you, dears!

i am a little insecure about my sketches so i compiled some of my wips into a simple sheet. idk if i'm going to finish them but still

tagging: @starrythroat, @hollytree33, @postboxrose, @vaesivlasta! no pressure ofc

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE 1.01 ― "Steven Sees A Ghost"

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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

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the long way home (2025)

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STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose

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obsessed with this stupid shirt i found at goodwill the other day

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his dark materials will literally always work bc every small child wants an animal companion that loves you most and goes on adventures with you and every adult wants an animal companion that can shoulder some of life’s immense psychologically damage for you. and you can pet it

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MOVING IMAGES CMYK Embroidery | Evelin Kasikov

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get haunted, fool!!!

from the fic on ao3 🪻

(uncensored version is on bsky)