#Thalin

[shadowworldwanderers]

Thalin

Name: Thalin Nickname: Tali Love Interest: Suzanne Denver Appearance: Long Blonde hair, Blue eyes, pale skin. Thalin often swims in her selkie creature form. When she does turn to her human form she is often naked or wearing bikinis. Height: 5′8 History: Thalin doesn’t talk about her past. She remembers meeting Sukila and she remembers finding her own private cave to live in when she doesn’t want to swim or sleep underwater. For her, that is enough... and then she meets Suzanne Denver. Now she has to choose what to do with her life having killed the woman’s abusive ex.

#thalin #deep sea selkie #Shadow World

[veatomis]

snuggle time <3

#zevran #zevwarden #dragon age #dragon age origins #mahariel #male mahariel #thalin mahariel #my art #i missed drawing thalin so much #i also have a wip w adam my favoritism towards arihs and dara rlly needs to stop #anyway #i also need to draw zevran more he is one of the prettiest lis in the entire dragon age franchise

[wildname]

SHAPE OF THE HEART - THALIN WILDNAME

An open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful not to burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

Tagged by: @simplysoriya thanks!

Tagging: @tialasnow @phoebe-of-ivalice @blackbirdffxiv and whoever else would like to!

Quiz here

#thalin wildname #world of warcraft #quiz

[bubblyernie]

thalin needs some big buff vampire slayer slut boyfriend methinks......

#i was going to say vampire but like #thalins the vampire #like not an actual vampire slayer although that could be cool i just mean some guy who exudes the vibe that he would slay vampires #like slay in a gay way also

[athletic-collection]

Jacob Thalin

#Wrestling #csu bakersfield roadrunners #jacob thalin

[famewolf]

the first time Thalín found out that his time was cut short, it left him breathless. like his heart had stopped all together. it was like a blow to the stomach, but the pain kept growing long after the air came back into his lungs.

he tried to be reasonable. 'I would have died sooner. Slower,' he told himself. at least now he had time. but thirty years felt like a dirty trick when his ancestors had once lived eternally.

Thalín cycled through acceptance, bitterness, and gratefulness the first few months. until he one day woke and lay his eyes on the folks he had begun to know as friends. 'This ... this is something I can live for.'

and after a year of toiling. of playing the game of shemlen and rising to heights he had never thought possible, he was flung down from up high and shattered.

just as it all felt like it was coming together. just when he felt like he could see the end in sight; where he could see a time beyond the Blight, beyond war and peril. a time in the future where he might get to enjoy the years he had left.

but then Riordan's words fell like a hammer upon the fragile notion of time Thalín thought he had. distantly he saw the irony. both sides of his story, book-ended in tragedy, in the promise, the surety, of death. how ironic it was, this all started with the shattering of a mirror and would likely end with the destruction of his soul.

he no longer had years, but days. how heavy the world felt on his shoulders now that he knew he would never live to grow beyond the battle ahead. the weight nearly toppled him on the spot.

Thalín broke. he stood bravely in the presence of his brothers, who were also coming to terms with what the coming battle meant for their small order. stalwart and enduring as he had always been. Thalín knew he would be the one to strike the final blow.

it was all he could do to hold himself together as he walked the hallway to his quarters. the final night before the march to denerim.

the moment the door closed behind the him, the elf fell to the floor and shook apart. he wept. he begged, he gripped his lover's strong arms and asked him in sobs, 'Why? Why are we always made into pieces on their board. Why must I be the one to always die.' there had never been a good answer. and the pain-contorted face of his partner told him so.

he held tight to the front of Zevran's shirt, fists balled into the material and pleaded with him, pulling him close with the desperation of a man on death's doorstep.

rough, agile hands, made for killing and ending; but he did not chose this. he had only wanted the woods and the rivers and the land. to use his strength for traveling with his kin. 'It's not fair, I never wanted this,' he cried in ragged breaths, knowing his words sounded childish and wasteful against the ticking of the clock.

there was no choice, he knew it must be so, but for this moment he wanted it to be screamed from the rafters, so that at least one person knew before his end. so at least someone heard he had wanted more than this. had dreams and hopes and wished for life beyond this bloody fight he was made to wage.

Thalín knew he would rise in the morning and walk the path that was destined for him. he would do so to save all he loved. it wasn't his choice to be here, but he would see it through until the end so that they would live another day. he held Zevran's hand to his face as it soaked in his tears and looked at him with river-blue eyes full of longing for time they would never have.

'I would do this for you. I would do this all again just to save each other.' Thalín's heart shredded but repaired by the whispered wishes of things that would never be. places they would never go, things they would never do. but at least here and now, tucked beneath Zevran's chin and resting against his chest, he could close his eyes and imagine what might have been.

#[static] #oc: thalin #da #da:o #dragon age #oc drabbles #this was meant to be super short but then i got to thinking about how many times this poor man was told he was going to die #when thalin calms down zevran tells him of morrigan's plan thinking that it will be outright rejected #had wanted to hold him and have these moments together but thought himself selfish to bring it up and is surprised #when thalin agrees but only if he can be sure the child will not be harmed he does not want to have another suffer his fate #thalin lives and him and zevran live happily ever after married!!!!!

[whimsykeii]

Motherly Advice

Before setting out for the Greatwood, A’lathei goes to her mother for advice. Her mother has some suggestions.

Behind the Scenes stuff under the cut!

Trying out a new gpose comic style. Hope this is a little better to read.

Several things to note: There was going to be more discussed between A’lathei and her mother, but I decided to leave the more comedic bits for an omake, and save the other serious stuff for a later comic, with the Exarch more in focus.

I’zazanh and G’raha fill a very niche trait that Antelope tribe members are raised to respect and find attractive: Intelligence. It’s not too far fetched that she happens to be into Sharlayan Seekers. Y’shtola was a crush for a time, G’raha was a burgeoning crush during the CT raids... etc, etc.

A’lathei is dressed the starting gear in response to Altheia telling them the conversations she has with Ardbert, so she’s messing with the Exarch again. This conversation only happened because she’s overthinking. Back on the First, she was only keeping her attraction subtle because of propriety and out of respect for her girlfriend, who probably hasn’t met G’raha before he went to sleep. (spoiler: they knew of each other)

During Rak’tika and onwards? He’s in danger. So much danger.

#gpose comic #a'lathei khuzim #a'linesse thalin

[cannibalcharon]

This dollop of mayonnaise pairs tragically well with this hard boiled egg

#you might say they’re deviled eggs #da:i inquisitor #da: inquisition #solavellan #solas x lavellan #solas x inquisitor #Solas #Lavellan #inquisitor thalin lavellan #inquisitor thalin #dalish inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #da:i #da:i oc

[sweetteaanddragons]

Bad Timing AU

A snippet of an AU that I will hopefully get enough inspiration to actually finish.

. . .

He let out a cry of exultation when the walls of Himring at last loomed through the clouds of smoke and ash.

The hoarse cry was muffled by the sweat soaked cloth that he had in desperation wrapped around his mouth, but even with his throat stinging with blood, his voice retained enough of its strength for what remained of his men to hear and ride forward with one last burst of renewed strength.

The gates were already creaking open, his brother’s warriors spilling out to guard their retreat from the tangled line of horrors chasing after them. Maglor pushed through; his news for Maedhros would bring no cheer, but that was all the more reason to bring it quickly.

The courtyard’s air was faintly clearer than the smog filled plains, but smoke still stung his eyes and blurred the hurried archers running for the walls and the even more hurried healers rushing for Maglor’s calvary as they slid half dead off their horses.

For his own part, Maglor waved off the healer and only accepted the flask of water someone shoved into his hand. He yanked the cloth off his face and half drained it in one pull before forcing himself to take more measured sips as he shoved his way through the chaos to find his brother.

He realized belatedly that the liquid staining his makeshift mask was too dark to be sweat alone.

The next sip of water would make it easier to ignore the tackiness in his throat. Nothing else mattered.

It was hard to find anyone in the smoky chaos, but his movements grew steadily quicker, despite his exhaustion, as he failed to find Maedhros in his proper place directing it. Even in helmeted armor, a glimpse of Maedhros’s copper hair was nearly always visible, but every flash of red he spun to look at proved to be blood.

A hand caught his elbow and tugged. His sword was halfway out of its sheath again before he remembered himself and turned.

“Captain,” he greeted her, his muddled brain struggling past the adrenaline to remember the silver haired woman’s name as well as her rank.

Thalin. That was it.

The sharp angles of her face were all but gleaming at her relief to see him. Dark premonition sent dread pooling into his gut.

“‘My lord! Command has been meeting at the western tower. Anufin will be relieved to have you take charge of the battle - “

There was no reason Maglor should be taking charge of this battle. Not when he had just ridden in, loyal horse trembling in its death throes; not when he was desperately draining the last few drops of the water that had been shoved into his hands; not when he was swaying in his efforts to remain upright after a three day hard ride through fire.

Not when what he had been riding toward was his brother.

For a moment, he was not in a soot stained courtyard trying to breathe through ash.

He was in a bright green field staring at a messenger who had knelt before him and cried, with as much desperate hope as loyal fervor, “Long live the king!”

He gasped in a breath of superheated air and gripped his sword.

He was here. He was now.

And for the next few seconds, until Thalin explained herself, it was better to be here than in that field.

“Where is your prince?” he demanded.

Where is my brother?

The last time he had demanded answers to that question, he had -

Here. Now.

He clung to the taste of blood in his mouth.

The captain’s face did not quite fall. It only turned - uncertain.

“He lives,” she assured him. “He’s here. Only - indisposed.”

“Take me to him,” he ordered, and he grabbed another pitcher of water from faceless hands. “Tell me of the state of the battle on the way.”

. . .

He expected to be led to the healer’s halls. If Maedhros had yielded control of the battle, he was either too injured to talk or after three days of battle someone had finally drugged him into a stupor so he would catch a moment’s sleep.

Maglor would desperately like a moment’s sleep. Unfortunately, the only drugs someone had slipped into his water was something that was forcing his already frantic heart to beat faster in what was presumably an effort to keep soldiers awake.

It made his temples throb in time to the beat. He was grateful.

Better to focus on that than on -

But it wasn’t the healing halls Thalin led him to. It was his brother’s chambers.

He pushed the thick wooden door open. Inside, a servant was crouched on the floor, holding out a plate of food in desperate appeal to -

To -

“Maitimo,” he choked out as he stared at his oldest and tallest brother.

Who, at the moment, was stubbornly hiding under the bed, two slightly chubby hands wrapped as firm anchors around the bed posts, and who, if he stood, would probably not quite come up to Maglor’s waist.

. . .

Maitimo did not want to come out from under the bed. Maglor didn’t blame him. Frankly, he wasn’t sure why everyone was so set on getting him out from under there in the first place; under the circumstances, it struck him as the current safest alternative to - to, well, anywhere else.

On the other hand, he did see how it would be awkward for him to command the battle while kneeling beside the four poster, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave Maitimo alone, so -

“It really is me,” he said helplessly. He had to concede he did not look very much like the infant Maitimo would remember.

“No.”

“It - “

”No. Want real Kano.”

If he stayed there much longer, the adrenaline would fade, and his muscles would stiffen. “Alright,” he said, “alright, you’re right. I’m not your brother. I was just - being silly.”

A round cheeked face slowly peeked out from under the bed.

“I’m Maglor,” he said, the Sindarin name awkward amongst the Quenya he had had automatically switched to upon seeing his brother so young. “I’m going to be looking after you for a while. How would you like to have something to eat?”

. . .

The most remarkable thing about Maitimo at that age was his useful tendency to fall asleep immediately after a meal. Or, when he was exhausted from crying, in the middle of one. In this case with a piece of lembas still wedged between fist and mouth.

The small, warm weight of him in Maglor’s arms was almost familiar and all the more uncanny for the almost. He had carried his other brothers this way, but never Maedhros, for obvious reasons. It felt wrong to carry him now.

But at least this way, he knew his brother was safe, and not running into battle, or regressing even further, or whatever else he might do.

Taking Maitimo onto the battlements would have been an obvious act of insanity, but frankly, so had been positioning command there in the first place. This battle would be measured in days, not hours, and the air was too poisonous for such a position on the wall to be long sustained. Instead, he had called them all to the war room, helpfully positioned in a tower from which the hills around Himring could be clearly seen through the iron barred window slits.

The men and women gathering there were streaked with soot and sweat, and more than one was coughing. None, however, were looking at the water being hastily laid out.

All eyes were locked on him.

Or, rather, his brother.

It belatedly occurred to him that his brother’s condition had probably not been common knowledge and perhaps should have remained that way.

It was a slip that was perhaps forgivable in a mind half choked with fumes and its own fatigue.

It was not a slip Maedhros would have made.

But it was done, so he smiled and hoped there was just enough orcish blood left on his teeth to make the right sort of statement.

Either there was or they had grown a little too used to following without question, because no one interrogated him now. Instead, Anufin jumped to fill him in on the current state of the siege (they had gained some breathing room, thankfully), Elariel jumped in with the state of supplies (with rationing there would be enough to give plenty of other things ample opportunity to kill them first), and Nirnath jumped in with the state of the casualties (bleak).

He gave his instructions and the obligatory morale boosting speech, and everyone looked serious and inspired and as if they were genuinely thrilled to have him there, sitting in his brother’s seat, getting slowly drooled on.

“Dismissed,” he said and then paused for a moment and looked down at the small figure still peacefully sleeping in his lap. “Except for whichever of you can tell me what in Arda is going on.”

#silmarillion #alternate universe #maglor #maedhros #First Age #Dagor Bragollach

[bluemoth698]

Introducing Thalin Beveran, Miralith’s brother and the secondary lead of my story

Thalin is an elf artificer who runs a tinkering shop, he likes to invent gadgets and machines, he is very passionate about engineering and could ramble on and on about the subject. He also has a great interest in cartography, he loves to draw and study maps and has quite a collection of various maps from around the world.

Personality wise, Thalin is witty and clever, he is great at planning things out in his head, though he does get distressed when things don't go to plan, but he can usually still find a way to make things work out in the end. He likes to crack jokes and always speaks his mind, though a lot of the time he doesn’t read the room and can often lead to his remarks being inappropriately timed. He cares a lot for Miralith and his friends, though he can often have a hard time showing it. He's also very creative, and can think of outside-the-box solutions to problems.

Backstory:

Thalin hadn't been born yet when he and miralith's father left, so he only had his mother and miralith looking after him growing up. He had an over-reliance on Miralith as a kid and even up to their adult years, until Miralith was drafted to fight in the war. Now that he was suddenly without his sister, he was lost on what to do in life, and that led him to living on the streets as a thief, fighting to survive

On the streets, he met a fellow thief named Serryn, a half-mermaid woman who was extremely cunning. They decided to team up, with her cunning mind and brilliant planning skills and his creativity and dexterity, they became a great power couple, they were very successful thieves and had gone on many heists with the city watchmen being none the wiser

one day however, they were in a heist and things went awry. Thalin had the stolen treasure when he and Serryn were spotted by law enforcement, so they had to make a break for it and run away, but Serryn got caught, and rather than helping her, Thalin ran away with the treasure out of cowardice, leaving her to fend for herself.

after the war, Miralith found out Thalin had become a lowly criminal and was ashamed, disappointed, and furious with him, and she refused to interact with him until he got his life back together, which was finally gave thalin the motivation to change for the better. He opened a tinkering shop, making things out of some of his stolen goods and selling them, but then reinvesting that money he made into buying more materials rather than continuing to steal, and after a few years he and miralith finally reconnected and became close again

#oc #oc art #oc artwork #oc lore #avithera #character writing #writing #traditional art #fantasy art #fantasy #dnd art #dnd adjacent but not actually dnd #dungeons and dragons #elf #elf character #dnd artificer #fantasy character #digital coloring #digital art

[shadowworldwanderers]

Thalin isn't supposed to help Divers. She's supposed to eat them. Still, when she sees Suzanne crying as she dives, she can't ignore it. The girls eyes are glossy and Thalin follows her diver down to the sea floor, nudging and nestling for attention. Suzanne's eyes widen as she transforms and Thalin finds she chuckles a little, kissing the other woman's tears from her cheeks before swimming away. Suzanne follows her and, alone in the cave she leads her to, they talk. Thalin rages at the truth she hears, nestling against Suzanne a little more before kissing her gently, a promise that she won't let her be hurt again.

Later, much later, Thalin will walk from her sea home to find Suzanne, seeking the woman out having bought her peace with violence... now all she wants is the woman's love.

#thalin #suzanne denver #shadow world

[veatomis]

i’ve wanted to do these templates with my four little guys for so long now <33

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #mahariel #surana #custom hawke #lavellan #thalin mahariel #dara surana #adam hawke #arihs lavellan #dara doesnt have a main party or decisions because he's mostly a companion oc for thalin even tho i have played as dara before #my art

[wildname]

Yeah I did the human heritage quest on Thalin. Don’t ask me how many times I had to do stockade to just get to exalted. I don’t wanna talk about it

#thalin wildname #World of Warcraft

[bubblyernie]

Thalin and Astarion because in a conversation with my friend I said we have pointy-toothed white haired slutty elf at home 

art tag // commission info

#sunshan draws #bg3 #dnd #dungeons and dragons #astarion #character illustration #illustration #fantasy #sketch #digital art #digital sketch #art #doodles #oc #ocs #concept art #character design #baldur's gate 3 #z'thalylin #drow #drow oc #vampire #vampires

[athletic-collection]

Jacob Thalin

#Wrestling #csu bakersfield roadrunners #jacob thalin

[famewolf]

took a break to make brownies but now I'm heading back in to finish Kal'Hirol ... I love how much there is to explore and how many juicy lore bits there are everywhere

#[static] #wolf plays da #da:a #da:o #dragon age awakening #i'll get around to taking pics of Thalin at some point! rn im super invested in the story gkdhf