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Aednat Surana
🦀 Art by Deyan 🦀
Ezekiel and Morrigan’s adopted dragon daughter (NOT pet), Aednat. She/her pronouns please. Read more about her HERE!
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Uncommon Aednat W
🎊🥳🇮🇪
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Babies with interesting names born in Missouri between 2010-2015 [B]
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Love in Kilnerry Movie Review
Love in Kilnerry is definitely the kind of movie that you’d expect to see as a sixties sex-romp comedy but it’s actually brand new.
Kilnerry is a small “anytown” with a big problem—their drinking water is tainted by a chemical called P-172 which, while not a health hazard, will massively increase their libido. They get the news from an EPA agent (Debargo Sandal) at a town meeting and respond in several different ways without really knowing what to expect.
One of the funniest turns is from Sybil Lines, who plays Aednat McLaughlin, a classic disapproving “spinster” who is anti-romance and definitely anti-sex… of course, she becomes among the most liberated and libidinous as the additive in the water takes hold. Another unlikely character, town gossip Brigid (Sheila Stasack), gets a mad crush on Mayor Jerry Boylan (Tony Triano) and things get very wild between them. A stuffy priest, Father Wesley O’Dell (James Patrick Nelson), justifies his sudden need for nudity by saying Adam and Eve didn’t have clothes, either. Then there’s the sheriff’s dad—and the local mail carrier—Fergal O’Reilly (Roger Hendricks Simon) who takes to delivering packages with his own package fully exposed!
There are more than just raunchy jokes and sight gags to Love in Kilnerry, though. After all, “love” is right there in the title. With inhibitions dispensed, a few of the previously uptight or overly shy residents open themselves up to the possibility of real relationships. The humor is nicely balanced with drama and some heartwarming moments as well. That’s not to say it’s a perfect film—there are a few gags I found a bit too goofy, but of course, comedy is subjective.
Kudos must go to Daniel Keith, who not only stars in the film as Sheriff Gary, but also produced, directed, and wrote Love in Kilnerry. It’s long been a “passion project” of his; press notes say that he came up with this quirky tale as a play during his stint as an actor in the TV shows “The Blacklist” and “Luke Cage.” The play’s performances were well-received, so Keith took the necessary steps to find financing for this film, which has been picked up by Regal Cinemas for a theatrical run. Love in Kilnerry goes to the small screen via streaming platforms in October.
If you love movies like Calendar Girls or Hope Springs, you’ll definitely enjoy Love in Kilnerry.
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Reviewed by Staci Layne Wilson
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Oc time? Oc time!!! Aednat is a piglin soldier for a discord story....he is just a creature…he cannot change this…
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Hero wannabe
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aednat: hey ollie wanna go on a wa-
ollie: walk!!! wALK!! w-alKIES!-! tiME TO wAlK!!
aednat: hey m8 chill
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Aeron's second in command and occasional bodyguard (Even though he doesn't need one), Aednat is the toughest women you could ever meet. She runs a local "fight club" as a hobby, taking on the toughest opponents that are unfortunate enough to walk into her ring. Although she appears tough on the outside, this small Irish girl has a soft spot. But she protects that hidden soft spot with intense ferocity. Because she knows, if her secret was exposed, that she would be open to life-threatening scrutiny.
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Character theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLQPJZ…
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I will admit, I had more fun drawing Aednat than any other character! She is becoming my favorite character so far. But soon I will be uploading the official cover for the series. When it is getting far enough to post the pages, I will upload the pages here and Webtoons. But until then, I will be posting character concept art and the occasional art dump.
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Every Time by Nuri (SpicyIsopods)
Another spooky/fall prompt! This one's "footsteps that follow wherever you go." I also pulled a lot of inspiration from the song Every Time by The Last Bison. <3
Context Note: in this timeline, Morrigan and Ezekiel have an adopted dragonling daughter named Aednat.
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Rating: General
Characters: Ezekiel Surana, Morrigan (and briefly their kiddos)
Relationships: Morrigan/Ezekiel
Genre: Fluff
Content Warnings: Dragon Age Origins Spoilers
Words: 437
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34368964/chapters/128015809
Fic:
“Remember how I used to get cross at you for following me everywhere?” Morrigan muses.
Ezekiel giggles and nods.
It had stung a bit at the time, but those days are long gone now. There’s enough distance between then and now that they can laugh about it together as they watch their children play in the early morning light. Kieran has recently learned to make snowballs with his magic, and Aednat is having a great deal of fun slapping them out of the air with her tail.
“In hindsight, I am glad you did,” Morrigan continues. “’Twould be a shame for us to miss out on… this.” She gestures vaguely at Kieran and Aednat. At herself and Ezekiel.
“Being family?” Ezekiel signs.
Morrigan chuckles fondly. “Yes. That.” She pauses a moment, then adds, “You always have been a stubborn one. Are you aware of that?”
He beams and signs “I try.”
She huffs. “Remember that first year, camping? Every night, I would set up camp as far away as I possibly could. And every night you would come find me, despite my being thoroughly unpleasant to you. At the start. I hardly knew any sign at the beginning, either, so you went to all the trouble to bring over paper so you could write little messages. ‘Twas infuriating at the time, but I… find myself feeling rather grateful for it, now.”
Ezekiel just smiles and bumps his shoulder against hers.
“And exploring…” she snorts. “Everywhere I went, your footsteps seemed to follow. No matter how far I strayed from your own goals.”
“Safety in numbers!” he signs.
“Fair enough. However, you had safety in numbers already. ‘Twas I who was foolhardy enough to wander off alone. It… was welcome company. But why?” She tilts her head, brow furrowing.
“Your safety!” he insists. “Besides. Was curious. Wanted to know more about you.”
She huffs indignantly, but a small smile gives away her true thoughts on the matter. “And then… you came and found me at the eluvian. I…” she fidgets slightly, “…am glad that you did. I am glad that you waited. That you gave me space. However, I am glad that you followed me eventually. I do not regret bringing you with me. I hope that you know that.”
“I know,” he signs, grinning, before flinging himself at her and knocking her backwards into the grass with the force of his hug.
She makes an indignant noise, but wraps her arms around him nonetheless. “You, my dear warden, are an utterly infuriating person,” she says with laughter in her voice, “and I am endlessly grateful for it.”
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YOOO I'm trifold goddess names of
Kerrion | ALRISHA | Aednat. I only really go by the middle one but I love the others
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i was tagged for wip wednesday by @enby-hawke, amd i'm tagging @well-this-is-hawkeward, @persephonechiara, @askweisswolf, @connorguerrin, and @igpitn
i had to go digging for a story i haven't used for one of these recently, and i found this old dragon age story:
One year and an entire ocean away from the blight, and Aednat Surana was discovering to her displeasure that the life of a deserter from the grey wardens was nowhere near what the stories had made it out to be. She was not half so brooding or attractive as the deserters always were in those tales for instance, which she was given to understand was a requirement, and the number of bounty hunters sent after her was somewhere between one and zero. The precise number was unimportant. What was important was that it was nearly impossible to get properly drunk with a warden's constitution. She had already known that, but knowing it and being unable to wash away persistent nightmares with cheap ale were so different as to not even be on speaking terms.
She frowned down at her mug. It was leather, and hers, with a strap to tie it to her belt. Usually she was quite fond of this mug, as it had been a gift from Oghren when he had quit drinking, but right now it was betraying her. It held far too little ale in it, and she had no more money with which to buy more. "Say," she said with a winning smile at the bartender, "did I ever tell you about the time I saved your life?"
"My life? Really,” he said with, she thought, unreasonably drawn out syllables. "Do tell."
"Well, I'm not one to save and tell, but it involves ravenous hordes and your being so grateful that you give me that bottle in your hand."
The bartender scoffed. "The only hordes I know about were driven back underground by the Hero of Fereldan a year ago," he said as he very deliberately stowed the bottle back into its place above the bar. "And you have to get up a lot earlier -or a lot later- in the day for me to be that grateful."
"Well," Aednat said thoughtfully, earning her a considering look until she finished with, "what if I said I knew the Hero personally? That she called me one of her very best friends, who deserves, no, is entitled, to that bottle of mysterious liquid?"
"I'd call you a liar," he said, but was laughing, which was more than could be said for Aednat. She'd opened her mouth in preparation for a truly stunning joke when she spotted a woman out of the corner of her eye, musclebound and bristling with weapons. She made it a point to be aware of what such people were up to, seeing as it often involved moving said weapons towards her face far too often for comfort, and sighed when her instincts were proven right as the woman slowed to a stop when her eyes fell upon Aednat. Aednat could almost visibly see the wheels turning in her head, and allowed her shoulders to slump as she leaned back on the bar. If she just so happened to allow one hand to settle upon the twisted end of a glaive she had adapted as a staff, well, that was her business.
The woman stopped short of her, which was nice, and did not immediately go for her sword, which was nicer. "I find myself in need of a grey warden," the woman said, all stiffness and clipped words, and Aednat tilted her head to peer at her. She had the distinctive accent of a Ferelden just off the boat. Dressed like it, too, with more than her fair share of furs and leather. Not that Aednat was complaining, mind, but it certainly did mark the woman out, as did other things.
"What do you want my help for? Anybody in Kirkwall will tell you I'm an impostor, you can ask anyone. Isn't that right?" Aednat asked, twisting to look at the men at the table beside her, who grinned. They were well familiar with her stories by now, which changed every time you asked her. Sometimes she had won her armor in a game of strip poker, sometimes she had stolen it from a warden taking a bath. Everyone generally agreed, however, that she was a harmless fool. Compared to some of the other things humans could assume about a wandering elf with dalish markings, she was more than happy to go with that.
"Oh yes," the first said, chortling into his beer. "Last time I heard she made it herself out of salad forks and spit."
"That's not true!" The second man said excitedly, near tripping over himself to say, "I heard she's a player! That she toured all over Orlais and Antiva, but the last play she was in ended in tragedy, and she has refused to break character ever sin-"
"Look!" The Ferelden snapped impatiently, cutting the man off with a slice of her hand. "That doesn't matter. Are you a warden, or not?"
"You'd be better off going to meet the one in the sewers," Aednat said gently. "I think he can help with a few other things, too."
"Such as." It wasn't a question.
"Well, he's a healer." Aednat was smiling, flashing her lone dimple. "Seems only natural he could help remove that stick up your a-"
"Enough!" The Ferelden woman was flushed, which was a pretty look for her, as was the sight of that lovely square jaw tensing. "I will not stand here and be mocked like this."
"Then sit down," Aednat smiled. "I'll even be generous and allow you to pay for the next round."
The Ferelden sputtered and turned on her heel to stalk out, which Aednat watched with interest, and not just for the obvious reason. The mention of needing a warden had of course gotten her attention. The man Anders was rumored to be more than competent, she knew, but there was no substitute for doing things yourself.
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