My bestie @trashwarden blessing me with Keela content throughout the years. <3<3<3 I have to link the comics too xD

Taking out the trash

Shredded Solas

Impossibly High Standards

Solas the Fade Technician

Alyx the bruja

Commissioned by @trashwarden for jessicapendragon

Thank you so much!! Happy birthday @jessicapendragon 💓💓💓

@trashwarden where in this country of a thousand steps are you

It ended well. We have found each other!

Bloodlines

20. The Likeness of Felix Pavus

He is told it is an exacting replica.

There is no doubt that the sculptor is very skilled. The details are incredible - thick hair that seems impossibly soft, a cloud that you might caress, each piece of thick, straight brows chiseled with painstaking patience. Serious eyes and a set mouth looking into some unknown horizon, so alive one can practically see the endless thoughts and plans streaming from a complex mind. There is a promise to the pose, noble youth poised on the edge of greatness, that inspires strength and hope, dedication and diligence.

The Likeness of Felix Pavus it says on a polished plaque below. A veritable masterpiece it is, but it is not how Vaxus pictures his son.

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I used my patreon reward from @destinyapostasy this month to get the love of my life @trashwarden a birthday Dorxus sketch. I love you and your son and am grateful every day for having met you. Happy birthday! <3<3<3

Commissions done by @destinyapostasy. Go get some these cool sketches! Fenera is one of my Solavellan kids and Felix belongs to @trashwarden.

Fathers and Sons

Another fic for that August challenge featuring @latefortevinter‘s Dorxus.

Day Three- Family

He is terrified. 

It is laughable, for all the things he has done. For all the things that he is. He has stood beneath a sky breaking apart and ran towards the fire, crossed into places that has turned mortals into monsters, faced his people and family and told them no when it would have been so much easier to say yes. He has seen good men turn into demons and bad men turn the world into chaos.

The horrors that haunt the night he creates. He is no stranger to the darkness, has danced with the dead and dreamed of countless nightmares to plague his enemies. Dorian has learned to turn fear into nothing more than a weapon and yet, here, where the sun shifts gentle through the windows, where there is laughter and loving smiles, he is terrified.

He is terrified of failing. 

There are many things his education and experience have prepared him for, but fatherhood is not one of them. His own father is an example best not followed. Dorian remembers the disappointed frowns, eyes that saw him for what is desired instead of who he is, hands like chains that hold him down and demand he protect their bloodline by spilling his. The concept of family has always been a bruise he has mostly avoided pushing on, a break that never healed straight.  

He fears he will fail his son just as his father failed him. 

“Dorian.”

Vaxus’ call pulls him from his thoughts. He sits on the floor not far away with a wobbling Felix holding onto his fingertips. There is determination in the cut of his little face and with a noise of decision he lets go. They hold their breath as he takes his first steps alone, slow at first and then quick all at once, until he is falling forward more than walking. But he is walking. Dorian leans out to catch him before he crashing to the ground and there is pride filling up his chest as Vaxus cheers for this accomplishment.

“Did you see that? He walked! Mae said it would probably be another month or so,” Vax says, beaming with joy and awe. “Amazing.”

Dorian looks down into blue eyes, bright with innocence and excitement, at the hands reaching for him with things a child so young cannot name, but he knows it is trust and love, feels them like a spell spreading through his veins. The fear inside him dissolves for he knows there is nothing he wouldn’t do to protect the life within his grasp, no lengths he wouldn’t swim or climb or crawl for his son. Even if there are failures along the way he will never stop trying, never stop catching.

He is not his father.

@trashwarden drew me art while I was napping the one day in Spain and let me tell you…getting physical art from your best buddy is a joy and an honor and it was like being handed little rays of sunshine and what I’m saying here is I love Ajir. :D

Meeting you made this year waaaaaaaaay better for me <3 the least I could do was sketch you little somethings while you were napping hehehe

Bloodlines -  AU

A little extra Bloodlines centering on what would have happened if the ending had been different. Obviously there be spoilers here. Slightly nsfw at the very end.

Part One - The Wraith and the Ruin

They bury her brother a few days later.

They is an incorrect word for her family now. They are all there, the only ones there for the funeral is private, pain hissing around them like shivering stalks of thorns keeping everyone else out, but they are something snapped, shredded. They has become them, and she sees it in how her brother, her only brother now, stands far apart with anger a shroud around him, his eyes never rising from the tomb to even glare at his parents. His twin was a sacrifice they made and it is something unforgivable.

She feels it inside her own heart that is being pulled in a thousand different directions, ripped apart into a thousand pieces. The ground in which she thought was solid is not, the parents she thought invincible have failed. The fairy tales told before bed are turning to nightmares every time she blinks so that it’s hard to find reality anymore. She was there, she knows the stakes, the consequences, but the bitterness and sorrow of it all clouds reason. How can there be reason at all when her brother is dead?

The realization stabs at her when she dares to forget, a sharp thing piercing and punching into her chest. She will never see him again, never suffer his experiments or hear his laughter or feel him prancing around in her dreams. Tears tickle down her cheeks sparked to life by her rampant magic - sometimes she feels like letting it all go, to be a summer storm terrible in its rage, but she won’t dishonor Aneirin’s memory here.

Her mother notices her agitation but doesn’t move to comfort and it is another frustration to wonder if she truly wants it or not. They are all debris floating close in the aftermath of this destruction and it feels that they will only shatter if they collide. Yet she needs something, someone to keep her from flying apart on her own. She sees the same need in her parents when she dares to look at them, the same sorrow and guilt - her mother’s sob over Aneirin’s body will be something she never forgets and she wishes she could console them, but there is no energy for it. Not when she remembers too how they could have saved him.

Leaves crunch as Taliesin walks to her side. He already stands taller than her, broad and looming, and sometimes she forgets he is years younger, but she sees it now in the vengeance across his face, the unbridled emotions made so much more by youth. That he doesn’t direct his rage at her is another knife between ribs- he should, she is their elder, she is supposed to protect them too and she couldn’t. Instead he hugs her quickly, kisses her forehead, comforts her when she doesn’t deserve it.

“Tali.” She chokes on his name, fingers finding air as he pulls away and begins down the hill. He’ll keep walking, she knows. He’s leaving and there may be no getting him back either, but her parents don’t move. They watch him go, no doubt torn at which action to take, and she wants to scream at them to stop letting their children slip through their fingers when they have the chance to keep them.

She doesn’t. She turns and leaves too, and feels herself ripping apart further as she does.

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Second place in my wee art giveaway was @latefortevinter , who asked for a portrait of Fenera Lavellan. I hope you like. 

Thanks for following and being such a generous part of this Tumblr community, you always light up my dash and my day. :) 

Thank you so muuuuch both for the kind words and the art, she looks beautiful <333 

@jessicapendragon I got you something for putting up with me this semester ;-;