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Dread filled up Fenris’s stomach and started to spread through his chest. “A mage’s doing, no doubt,” he snapped, mostly to get some sort of reaction.
“I don’t know of any mage who could do something like that,” the mage said, sounding more distracted than defensive.
[make me write ✍🏻]
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also love the fact that the writers made it clear that aemond now realizes that his story of claiming vhagar doesn't make him the special snowflake targaryen of the world like he thinks it did. you know that he's been thinking for years that he has some prophesied greatness for being able to claim a big war dragon on his own and has been using that to inflate his own ego. and then here comes addam, some lowborn boat man who was hand-picked by a war dragon, and now there's another random guy flying over the castle on a dragon. literally everyone gets a dragon you get a dragon i get a dragon the silversmith down the street gets a dragon. and you know that's going to drive aemond NUTS
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your fursona is one of the cutest on the whole website
WRONG all fursonas on this website are cute and to prove it i impulsively drew a few that came to mind
(tags under the readmore)
left to right, starting at the top row + goin across then down
@feybeasts (dragon) @kimskam (cow) @vonkarn (dragon) @punkitt-is-here (unicorn) @krisispiss (wolf) @wolfertinger666 (bunny) @soft--dogs (doggy) @skunkes (skunk)
hi hello i hope it's alright i drew your sonas i adore all of y'alls work <3
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i was forced to talk about dragon age today, now i am forwarding it on to you. tell me about "the best all lack conviction"
oh maaaaan this one is fenders which idk how you feel about, but basically it's the result of me going "90% of the fenders out there is not complicated enough for me, I need it to be messy and slow burn and not one-sided in terms of who is getting offered understanding for their perspective, guess I'd better write it myself!!!" and promptly have taken, what, five years? more? to do that
but I go back and work on it periodically, and I like a lot of what I have actually, though I'm still a long way from getting them anywhere resembling a reconciliation let alone a relationship. but the journey is the fun part anyway so
it's a classic "hostile road trip" setup in terms of plot, because I am the person I am and "hostile road trip" will always be one of my favorite ways of forcing characters to cooperate :D
the title is from "the second coming" by yeats, specifically the lines: "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity."
a snippet:
“Mage,” he said harshly. “Are you awake?”
The lack of response suggested not. “Anders,” he tried more loudly, just in case, but that was equally pointless. He breathed out through his nose and rolled him to his back. His forehead was still clear, unbranded, though there was blood dried on his face, probably from a blow to the head.
Fenris looked up at the sky like some help might come from there, but the most noteworthy feature there was still the rift emitting its sickly greenish light.
Rummaging through the Templars’ things he managed to find two healing potions. He maneuvered Anders to a sitting position so he didn’t choke when Fenris poured one into his mouth, and let go quickly when he came awake coughing.
“Ouch,” Anders said, when he stopped. “My head hurts.”
“I imagine it does,” Fenris said grimly. “Get up. There might be more of them nearby.”
“More of,” Anders started to say, and then started up. “Wait, there were,” he said, and then finally seemed to absorb the carnage of his surroundings. “I missed something.”
“Yes,” Fenris said. “Did you hear me? Get up.”
“Okay,” Anders said, and started to stand up only to almost fall over. Fenris had to catch him, but though he braced for the skin crawling, achy feeling being too close to Anders always gave him, it seemed muted, less intense. “I hate magebane,” Anders said. “Makes me feel like a drunk foal, all wobbly and…strange. You’re tingly.”
Fenris gave him a sidelong look, unnerved. “Tingly?”
“Mm, yeah,” Anders said. “Sort of. Like…like mint. But on skin.”
Fenris shifted his shoulders and started dragging Anders away, though he didn’t really know where he was going. He couldn’t both keep hold of Anders and hold his sword, so he set Anders down momentarily to wipe his blade clean before sheathing it. Then he pulled Anders up again.
“You’re really strong,” Anders said. Fenris made a noise at the back of his throat.
“Stop talking, mage,” he said. “And get moving.”
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