tulipathy
tulipathy
tulipathy
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ma'am, this is a dragon age masterlist
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tulipathy · 3 hours ago
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It’s like this
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tulipathy · 11 hours ago
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Altar
She's the offering, the prayer, and the supplicant.
You may be forced to make a choice between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what would you do? I have my answer. You would not like it.
(Closeup below the cut.)
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tulipathy · 20 hours ago
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How to shut up your angry elf when he’s starting again with the “magic is dangerous” thing.
(She’s kinda feral tbh, it’s time you adressed the fact you’re just biased Fen.)
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tulipathy · 23 hours ago
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i've avoided posting this for forever even though it's genuinely one of my favourite paintings of them i've done
based off this photo by wayne lawrence
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tulipathy · 1 day ago
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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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tulipathy · 2 days ago
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Solas wearing a corset and making me absolutely feral. You know....a normal Sunday....
Outfit and cropped version under the cut.
Thanks to @ladygelfling for the suggestion over on threads. This was fun. 🫂💚
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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New nib width goofin’. 💜
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I was so eager to try the “color touch” thing that can be done with these pens (Pilot Parallel) that I didn’t plan this well, but it was just for fun, and it was! If you look across “Solavellan” and “Flavors” you might be able to see the purple emerging from the black ink that was touched to the nib. I have other colors to try, excited to do some more contrasty stuff soon. 🥰
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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I didn’t know this was how it happened, @riftings ! 🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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if you're writing and find yourself thinking 'this is too weird/gross/offputting/esoteric/ambitious/catered to my specific interests + sure to push away a broader audience' that is the devil speaking and it is a lie. you are already firmly on the right path and you need to double down
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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reblog game put in the tags how you found prev
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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some of you aren’t even perverts you just have normal sexual desires that you are ashamed of
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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It's never over… My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
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tulipathy · 3 days ago
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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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tulipathy · 4 days ago
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Last line game
tagged by @tulipathy! <3
I gotta be honest I also worked on my new chapter today but the actual last thing I wrote was just...smut for the sake of smut. Under a cut not because it is even a little bit explicit but because I am at my core a delicate lady and I mustn't be perceived.
tagging @gatesofminrathous because I stg I just need a hit of whatever Lucanis and Ariane have going on. they haunt my dreams and also my nightmares
Evelyn nodded, already too far gone to think of anything witty to say in response.
I wish I had something interesting and evocative to share, but if the overwhelming desire to make a stupid joke and being unable to think of one because you're too busy ogling your scary wife isn't a perfect encapsulation of Evelyn's character, I don't know what is.
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tulipathy · 4 days ago
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we need to be doing everything in our power to acquire and consume tiramisu
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tulipathy · 4 days ago
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Last line game
Thank you, @abysskeeper !
Here’s the last lines I wrote in a fic, Solas during Trespasser. I’ll tag a few others to do the same, and if you see this and would like to share, do it and say I tagged you! I DID. ♥️
Losing her would always be necessary, and always be a knife prizing free the last tendernesses she nurtured in the shadows of his body. Solas tried once to warn her of exactly this, but the angle of the sun that day made shadows strong, and her request was a shield, a pull, so gentle and significant an invitation. Now it is years later and their true farewell looms, inevitable but unspoken one moment more. Hesitation cannot dislodge the point angled to tap the heartblood where she will live as long as he does.
When I say “wrote” I do mean “massaged in Not Helpful Perfectionism and then gave up”. 🙃 #DoNotTrustTheProcess
Tagging: @postboxrose @dayntee (a crumb of Bellassan for the people, maybe? 🤲 please?) @armoredinmoonlight 🧡
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tulipathy · 6 days ago
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