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cherry-pop-elf · 4 months
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“Remember to keep your dragons toasty, come this winter. Little Victoria, the purple one, does love the cold however. But not every dragon does. Dragons are just like us humans. Some people like colder seasons compared to others. Always remember that. We wish you a happy holiday season! No matter what you celebrate. From us wizards and witches, we wish you A Happy Yule!”
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yesluuh · 2 years
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Charlie Weasley Aesthetic Moodboard
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another-heroine · 9 months
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Ismene for the character aesthetics!
Thank you very much! I'm in NEED to so something about her xD
Playlist:
Unda - Faun
Dance of the Clairvoyants - Pearl Jam
Saturn - Sleeping at Last
Moodboard:
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Steal Their Look:
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Quotes:
“Ad astra per aspera [To the stars through difficulties]”
(Latin Proverb)
“Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”
(Wuthering Heights - Emily Brönte)
Her Aesthetic:
Letters with burned edges, footprints on a muddy path, watching the sunrise at the top of a hill, meadows with high grass, a big feline purring, wild horses running together.
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bringinthefembots · 2 years
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Charlie works as a dragonologist, so burns, cuts, and bruises are all a part of the job. Lucky for him Jess is his personal healer, always ready to patch him up and make him whole again 💙❤️
I’m more active on Instagram now, you can find me there at jesspersephone
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dragonjadearts · 2 years
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Always be cautious when studying dragons out in the wild. Although you might be tempted to get as close as you can to get the best angles and details, it’s important to remember that these are apex predators and can be extremely dangerous, especially if they perceive you as a threat.
That being said, plains dragons are often fairly docile and make for an excellent first subject for aspiring dragonologists. They often sleep throughout the warmest parts of the day and usually gather in packs — called “thunders” — to do so, giving any dragonologist an excellent opportunity to study their social behaviors
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molochka-koshka · 2 months
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Finished commission of their KC Lilith for @dragonologist-phd ! I had a lot of fun with this one heheh
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dujour13 · 1 month
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⭐️ for the Prodigal Tiefling?
Thank you so much!! 💕💕I don’t know if it’s director’s commentary exactly, but I love rambling about this because it was such a joy to write.
The Prodigal Tiefling
In The Lark and the Crow I skipped ahead from Woljif’s disappearance the night of the gargoyles to his re-discovery in the Worldwound, but in the back of my mind I always did want to get a look at what happened in between.
The Owlcatober 2023 prompts were the occasion, starting with “Fear” - the night of the gargoyles. For a character I love so dearly I don’t know why it’s so fun to put Woljif through it.
Woljif POV is always so much fun to write. It’s his cynicism, his humor, and that secret wish to be loved and accepted that comes to the surface now and then despite himself. In the first chapter his cowardice almost comes full circle and ends up bravery when he (very briefly) considers backstabbing a gargoyle that’s occupied with the chief—but the Shadow is there, whispering as always, urging him to self-preservation, and also taking a jab at his sense of self-worth as usual.
In this short fic there’s only the tiny glimmer of a realization of how alone his cowardice and self-interested scheming makes him. And how his low sense of self-worth keeps him from investing in friendship, which further contributes to his loneliness, so that he’s in a prison of his own making. In this fic and The Lark and the Crow the Shadow (his demonic side, Ygefeles, the Moon of the Abyss) embodies that vicious cycle and literally speaks for his darker side.
I was happy with the last line of that chapter:
Woljif scanned the sky, kissed the Moon of the Abyss, and sprinted.
The following couple of chapters with him lost in the Worldwound, full of regret and self-pity, were mostly dreamed up while hiking. With a constant stream of Woljif complaining in my head.
By the fourth day he was engaged in a bitter debate with his inner Lann about the nutritious benefits of lichen.
We also get a peek at the Knight-Commander at the absolute end of his rope at the Lost Chapel, blaming himself for everything, terrified by what he’s witnessed, and worried sick about Woljif for no reason he can understand. Sitting in his tent with one wet sock halfway off, crying his eyes out.
My poor sensitive guilt-ridden azata bard at rock bottom.
By the end of it I needed to dry them both off and bundle them up in front of a nice fire.
So things end well of course, and Siavash “kills the fatted calf” by packing cherry rolls on their next foray into the Worldwound to celebrate Woljif’s return. A line of Woljif’s I had fun with, showing a little appreciation for an azata commander:
“I don’t bet ol’ Galfrey ever hauled snacks halfway across the Worldwound for her chums.”
The last chapter was a good chance to play around with the funny philosophy that is Siavash’s Desnan trust in luck. He doesn’t believe Desna fixes things for him. He just thinks that if he trusts his heart and does the right thing, it’ll be fine.
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solemn-siren · 8 months
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HPMA Tumblr got a question
what does your mc (or oc) do after graduation from Hogwarts?
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cassynite · 3 months
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Ooh how about the Galfrey pov fic?
Aaaaaah thank you so much!!
Galfrey is a very special character to me, I love writing in her pov. This one is still in more nebulous stages, but it is basically her learning to acclimate to postwar life after the events of the Crusade. It follows WOTR events, so she's still queen, but she's leading a trouble country that feels like it's leaving her behind, and she needs to learn how to grow again. It also touches on her ttrpg canon ending, where she ends up Iomadae's herald!
I forgot to mention it in the meme but the tentative title for this will be "The Leaves Still Die"
Snippet below the cut!
The [sun orchid elixir] was as close to eternal youth without consequences as one could get without flirting with actual godhood. And yet, Galfrey could almost feel herself change, disconnected and unmoored from the people around her. Or, perhaps, that was simply the effect of age. Whenever she caught herself wandering down that path of thought, she would pull back, chide herself for dramatics. She wasn't that old, in the grand scheme of things. There were plenty who had lived longer than Iomadae had been the Inheritor, who remembered Old Cheliax and when the Age of Lost Omens was meant to be the Age of Glory; when there was no Worldwound, and no Crusades, and Galfrey's greatest concern was how she was meant to fill the crown her father left behind. She was not alone in her age, and only had to seek out the nearest adult elf to speak to someone who was her contemporary, or even older. And yet. When she was around others--speaking to advisors, rallying troops, leading ceremonies, presenting in parades, negotiating with diplomats from allies and enemies alike--she never could shake the ever-present sense that she didn't actually belong there. That while everyone around her was a thinking feeling being, a person of flesh and blood and passion, she was a frozen relic, trapped in amber, separated from them all by an impenetrable wall that kept her in perfect stasis, forever matching the minted coins that showed her profile from the moment of her coronation. Could that be an effect of the elixir? In some ways, she felt ancient, as implacable as the mountains. In other ways, on very bad days, she felt like the same scared paladin who had just had her god die, who had to become the figurehead of a new religion seemingly overnight, and then had to become the face of a war against an existential crisis that never, ever ended. But the bad days were the days that she focused the most on being Queen Galfrey, not just Galfrey--Queen Galfrey was the shining sun, the face of the Crusades, the leader of the fight who never backed down, never faltered. Who was never tired, who never cried or grieved or missed anyone who grew up and then grew old without her. Queen Galfrey didn't mind being frozen in amber. She didn't care about anything except making sure her country was safe, of being a good queen, and of closing the Worldwound.
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camelliagwerm · 3 months
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Ok I must know about gay murderer jail!
WIP ROUND-UP
Gay Murderer Jail is actually the only BG3 fic I intend to write - and it's just a case of finding the mental fortitude to write it. I always knew Veszeth's story was going to end in tragedy as an Embrace!DUrge cleric who only got the courage to defy Bhaal at the very end, when it was too late.
They went to prison post-game. They surrendered themself and were placed in the strongest manacles the guards had. Between surrendering themself and the new epilogue that plays for failed!DUrge, Shadowheart - now Mother Superior of the House of Grief - visits them in the hope that there might still be something of her former lover left to salvage. That, like her predecessor, she might be able to bring her Bhaalspawn lover into Shar's dark embrace as a form of protection.
But with each visit, she loses hope and eventually realises that Veszeth is beyond saving. She never surrenders her memory of her partner to the mirror - she said she wouldn't, and the pain is a strong reminder that she needs to guard her heart better. She carries the memory of the loss as strong as any grief and it drives her further into Shar's arms.
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cherry-pop-elf · 5 months
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SOMEONE CALL FOR MADAM POMFREY! I EXPLODED AGAIN!
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undyingembers · 2 months
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3 and A for Lenarius/Leonosa?
3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
Len loves to go to bed with a good book. If s/he can't sleep, s/he will get up to do some work or studying. S/he can sometimes be found at his/her desk with his/her head in the paperwork.
A) Why are you excited about this character?
Lot's of reasons. I love his/her design (elaborate and clean-cut with lots of body hair). I also really love that s/he is so serious and lawful, but has so many quirks to his/her personality. S/he's smart, but s/he's also a total disaster sometimes. An overachiever, but with his/her own passions.
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another-heroine · 3 months
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hc + ✂️ for Ismene?
One of her people's tradition is never cut their hair except for some reasons, like a significant one's death (as some native American kinsfolk do). When Varnhold is struck by Vordakai, her hair was short because her grandma passed away (and when she returns from the First World, it is all grown up again, thanks to the odd fey time motion).
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mimithealpaca · 10 months
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DAILY PRIDE MONTH DOODLES #19 - these dragons be gay!?
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(we're back to traditional because i was getting WAY TOO CRAZY WITH MY ENTRIES)
yeah i kinda uh designed the dragons AFTER i drew the first page. also, we using color pencils here because on the back were the (unpublished) concepts for creepy deku in musutafu bus stop (day 13). i'd like to NOT ruin those so... the only medium i had that wouldn't ruin that was color pencils.
ummmm i guess this (quirkless) au is one in which uraraka is some kinda undercover dragonologist or mystical beast biologist + activist. after lying through her teeth, the heiress of the yaoyorozu corp shows her their super secret zoo where they keep all the mystical beasts they've captured... and there, she meets two (mated) dragons. what's more, they are juvenile and relatively docile to humans... indicatinc to her that the yaoyorozu must've had them since they were eggs or at least as colorless/featureless dragon babies.
anyway idk she probably breaks them out afterwards and has 2 gay dragons as pets/friends for the rest of her life. YAY!
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bragganhyl · 14 days
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2 and 19?
Thank you 💖💖💖
what is your watcher's disposition?
What isn't? 😂 (it's nothing bad just a screenshot from my last poe 1 pt)
Okay but really, I play with the conversation markers turned off and just... pick options based on her vibes and as such usually I end up with points in everything but cruelty. The top 4 is usually: benevolence, passion, rationality and either cleverness or honesty.
what is your watcher's weapon of choice?
In the early half of PoE 1, it's Unforgiven and the Hearth Harvest, in the late game, it's Steadfast and either the Unlabored Blade or Drawn-in-Spring.
In Deadfire, it's the Whispers of Yenwood and for a while Modwyr, until the end of her storyline (which Gaura ends with Xoti taking Modwyr's soul in her lantern and then she gives the empty sword away) then Sasha's Singing Scimitar and... the Whispers of Yenwood, still.
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ammoniteflesh · 1 month
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Shuffle gave me The Crow by Dessa, which is the first song on Ghila's playlist!
That old crow came back today Sitting in my window like a prophet Out on the fire escape, to say 'Anger is just love, left out, gone to vinegar' You wake up a stranger to yourself then you Learn to live with her Sit in her clothing 'til you fill out her figure
This is Ghila as we first meet her - at Ostagar, out of her depth, deeply traumatised, her life having just shattered beyond repair. Iirc it was actually a song that played a big role in helping me figure out who exactly Ghila is. That line about anger was definitely something that set a lightbulb off in my brain.
And what I love about this track is that it is at once so melancholy and so scrappy. There's determination in there. There's a desire to fight it, to lash out, to claw at life until it bleeds. In some ways, counterintuitively, it gets harder for Ghila once she's closer to the people around her. It all becomes more complicated and difficult to express her messier feelings.
Here, though? She doesn't have that burden. She hates and hates and hates.
I know you lost a bet G'head and catch your breath But when the worst relents You learn to live unless You learn to live on less You learn to live on less You learn to live or less
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