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pellelavellan · 1 month

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@quiisquiliae from here

"There is always a lesser evil." The inquisitor insisted.

He expected backlash for the choices made at the masquerade ball from a number of people: his advisers, the people of Orlais, shit even people who weren't Orlesian. He'd done what he had to, and as far as he was concerned had done nothing he wasn't told to do. He was told to make a decision, and he did. The circumstances were not perfect, but he saw an opportunity fall in front of him and he took it.

He wasn't happy about cozying up to people who would certainly sell him for a crust of bread, doing them favors, smiling and thanking them for backhanded compliments. He hated every second of it. But that was the game had to be played. It was necessary to play people, get them to think he was on uninformed of their political squabble or they'd keep their mouths shut. If he knew anything about the sorts of people that wandered that ballroom, it was that they loved to talk about themselves, and thought their opinions and ambitions were the most interesting thing to be heard. So he let them think whatever they wanted if it got them babbling.

Truth was he had done his research, and he had actually hoped he might meet Briala at the ball. There were questions that needed answers. Some she could tell him herself and some her body language and inflections would tell for her.

He needed to know if somewhere down there she still cared for the Empress, or the Empress for her. He got that answer, and he used that information accordingly.

"I know what you must think. I acted with an agenda to impose. I manipulated two women who have no business together into forgiving each other, one of which as I see it has no right to forgiveness. I put in a precarious situation to prove a point, and used their affections for each other against them. But do you not think it is better this way for them to see that two people, and one who they would otherwise overlook can work together? Do you not see that men who will do anything to seize power are better off removed before they become a deeper problem?" He sighed. Talon wasn't really the person to argue this with.

It wasn't like Talon was deeply involved in the political turmoil that was the Orlesian court, or that he could perchance offer a better solution. He had asked a question, he hadn't accused him or anything.

"Listen, I don't know if I did the right thing. That's kind of the shitty part about all of this isn't it?" He was very stressed, visibly so. Pacing around the war room babbling all his concerns to no one in particular. The feelings he had were somewhere between anger and fear. Angry that he was certain some would see his actions as a threat, or a ploy to force his ideals onto an entire country, and afraid of the consequences those notions would create. "I don't think anyone knows really. We all just do things and hope they don't come back to bite us in the ass. This certainly will, and I know, I fucking know it will!"

#quiisquiliae #c: talon #{{ it is not death i refuse but extinction }} inquisitor

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impcrriumm · 2 months

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❝ Honestly, a man’s gotta take his fun where he can find it… ❞

"In your position I suppose that's true but....have you thought this through? Like actually. Did you weigh the pros and the cons or did you just do?"

It was most likely the latter granted this was the Inquisitor he was speaking to. He had to admit the situation was hilarious. Terrible, but hilarious nevertheless. There was credit to be given for the Inquisitor's creativity, he certainly couldn't have come up with something so outrageous. Talon simply thought bigger, more chaotic--always more chaotic.

The man wasn't dead, thankfully or he might not be so amused. Just unconscious. If Dorian had to guess the poor fluffed up bureaucrat had never seen another person's fist so up close and personal. He probably fainted of fright more than he did of being struck.

"It's a humbling experience, the first time someone feeds you your teeth. Don't think I'll ever forget mine." he mused, thinking back on the event. In hindsight he deserved it, one hundred percent. At the time however he was outraged, but wasn't bold enough to swing back and so he stormed off like the ruffled peacock he was.

Truthfully if someone turned around and punched him as hard as and spontaneously Talon had just punched that snob he...probably wouldn't respond any differently today. No sense bloodying up his knuckles, plus he was hardly interested in something so undignified as a fist fight anyways.

#quiisquiliae #c: Talon

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madcat-world · 3 months

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Accreton’s Curse: Book 1, the Talon Princess - ertacaltinoz

#Accreton's Curse #Jean C Rose #the Talon Princess #ertacaltinoz #fighters #archer #characters #giant #knight #cover art #fantasy art #digital art

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leopardmuffinxo · 8 months

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i licked it so it's mine

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel #my oc: talon ormr #otp: i crave your bite regardless of the venom #lae'zel x tav #my bg3 edits #nsft #spicy hours #tumblr can smite me w/ their label on their own time #not tagging anyone b/c idk who all is ok w/ spicy sets

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smilesrobotlover · 6 months

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The dads being cute with their lovers (sorta)

I hc that Rito kiss each other by touching the top of their beaks to something (their beaks aren’t touching but that’s just cuz I can’t draw 💀💀) so they’re doing a lil Rito kiss <3 I WISH we had more of them man.

#rip Leon and Talon they’re wives are dead :c #Linebeck and Jolene’s relationship is… complicated #Sarah is helping Ammon deal with phantom pains #she has a very calm demeanor and it’s nice to him #helps him relax when he’s overwhelmed #Uli and Rusl try not to be cute challenge #when Faima shrinks she looks like a regular Hylian with great fairy clothes #but when she’s big she has her pink hair #strangers across eras #if you put all of them together you have the wives #the exes #then you have the daughter which is Malon #and then you have Leon’s one friend Valensuela #oh Kass #gonna do a minor totk spoiler so stop reading now #problem with writing Kass is that I’m growing attached to him which sucks cuz he got frickin sniped in totk #like COME ON I MIS HIM WHERE IS HE

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skunkes · 8 months

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decrepit hag let out into the doodle page for a few minutes of recreational Once a Year Smile time

#a doodley #maybe will try to add a body to this for his bday tomorrow...#but also it looks like he's r***** c*** and idk if i have the energy. for drawing that rn.#sorry... that gay vampire had me thinking about my own gay vampire.#i wish i was a good writer of characters i know talon wld be a big hit to someone in some universe. (in a meaningful way!#bc i know ppl like him but im bad at like. plots. backstories. resolutions. all of it)#also idk if this doodle wld even be canon i just know i cant help but snap and turn all my men into lovesick clingy princesses.#here we see a completely domesticated cat...#I NEED TO FINISH DESIGNING GENEVIEVE SO I CAN DRAW THEM TOGETHERRRR AUGH #ok gnnnn <- delirious

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quiisquiliae · 1 month

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@stellstells for Adam and Talon

"Move your fat ass over already," Talon grumbled, leaning on Bandit's hind end, trying to get the horse to scoot over. "You want a clean stall or not?" Bandit snorted in response, not bothering to take his nose out of his freshly filled grain bucket. Eventually, the black stallion scooted over, allowing Talon to pick the manure out of his stall.

Raider stuck his nose over the side of the stall wall he shared with Bandit, curious. "Don't you start shit," Talon warned, threatening the big bay with the handle of his pitch fork. Raider complied, taking a big mouthful of grain before sticking his head over the door of his stall as Adam approached, hoping for treats.

Noticing the newcomer and recognizing him as the guy he had a less than pleasurable meeting with a few days ago, Talon paused his work and watched the man approach as he leaned on the pitchfork.

#{v: everything i never wanted: talon}#stellstells #c: adam

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pomellon · 1 year

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Who are all of Dream's talonmates and heartmates in the dragon au? :D I know he probably wouldn't have any more than 5 talonmates - because otherwise he'd probably have trouble remembering them all lol - and does he have one or two heartmates?

He doesn't have any heartmates yet. Since heartmates are centred around starting a family dragons will rarely pick their hearts before they're mature adults (around 40-60 y/o) and can have eggs. Most dragons follow this, even if they're a pair who don't plan to have hatchlings together.

As for talonmates his first one is George, his second one is Punz, and his third is Sapnap! I've been considering some Awesamdream for this au too so maaaybe Sam too?

Any one, or two, of his talons could upgrade to his hearts once they're older uvu

I also know for sure I want Dream and Techno to be wingmates and I think it would be really funny if Dream and Tommy were wings or thorns! Just imagine Tommy and Dream realizing they've bonded and Tommy is like :DD!! And Dream is like oh, oh no...

#dreamwastaken #c!dream #dream smp #dsmp #dnf #drunz #dreamnap #Sap is the third talon because he's baby #And George is the first one because he was angsting over Punz and thinking he wasn't attracted to him because he's still a grey eyes #and Dream just went 'Well /I/ think you're very attractive" and George went '...oh'#and then they smooched uwu #pom talks #thanks for the ask 💖!#dtk+ dragon au

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sarahwatchesthings · 6 months

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If you're going to skip one story arc in all of classic Doctor Who, make it this one.

#doctor who #classic doctor who #fourth doctor #the talons of weng-chiang #the racism will make you c r i n g e

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oflostinfound · 5 months

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Partially Recovered

#{ i drew this last night just not feeling doing line / secondary sketch just yet so have the base sketch }#{ there's going to be a little bit of time where they're like this }#{ 14 ft tall‚ digitigrade legs‚ talons still‚ spines more prominent and down the back‚ seam down the center of the face }#|| ealy doodles ||#💛 || hax #🔷 || eath #💔 || the guardian's inner demon #{ b/c something like what they went through is not going to be easy to just come back from }#{ not as easy to try to shove into the mental vault anymore }

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pellelavellan · 2 months

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@quiisquiliae from x

The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow right back at the boy. He wouldn't consider himself the expert on criminal judgement but he had a few under his belt now. He'd seen a few different types of people while bound in chains: the fearful, the remorseful, the grand standish. None of them however had looked him in the face and described their prisons as a vacation.

He didn't know what to say at first. He'd seen the prisons. They were cold, unwelcoming, a bit terrifying when you considered the massive cliff they stood upon. It wasn't a place he'd ever be happy to spend a single night in, though he'd never spent a night in a cell....ever. He didn't want to presume this boy had but the way he was listing off the benefits of being a prisoner to the Inquisition one had to wonder.

There were eyes all around the room watching him take in the prisoner sitting in front of him, waiting for him to have something to say to squash the boy's sense of humor but...he wasn't sure he could.

He was young, possibly even younger than Pelle. Human....maybe? Despite the tattoos on his face he was quite boyish. Messy brown hair feathered about his head in no particular fashion, and his clothes did not indicate he was of any importance to their enemy. He could have been mistaken for a beggar honestly, if not for the leathers.

Pelle couldn't tell if his nonchalance about the possibility of death was because he could not fathom the idea of dying at his age or if he was so relaxed because he wanted to be here. The latter sounded a bit mad to consider. He had to assume that his attitude had little to do with his own appearance. He appeared to be smirking before he was knelt down in front of him, so it was unlikely that his inability to be serious stemmed from anything to do with him.

If he were the stone cold leader most people associated with Inquisitors or war generals he might promise the boy that he would make sure his cell was far less comfortable upon returning him to it. He wasn't. He was curious.

"Why are you here?" he asked. "I'm either to believe you think this is a game or you believe that whatever I might do to you is a joke compared to what your allies would do if you turned up empty handed." something about that last statement was in all fairness true. Pelle didn't really believe in killing people, didn't really feel it was within his right to go deciding who did and did not deserve life. He did believe in people paying for the crimes they committed, though he would reserve that judgement for the people harmed--or ask that they repay their debts in an honorable fashion.

That probably was much kinder than whatever most people believed to be the correct course of action when dealing with criminals.

He would let the boy explain himself of course, but he had more questions. "You killed people. You do understand that yes? People's lives aren't funny. Who are you exactly? Tell me your name."

#my meme brain: the woman was too stunned to speak :O #quiisquiliae #c: Talon #{{ it is not death i refuse but extinction }} inquisitor

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impcrriumm · 2 months

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"You think this is who I wanted to be?"- from tal if you want him

If he had a sovereign for every time he'd said that in one of his little fits he'd be--well he'd be rich, but that wouldn't really change much would it? Regardless, he'd heard the same thing said many times, from his own mouth. Always a bitter snap back to his father, who certainly loved to remind him how disappointed he was in him with every long stare, period of silent treatment, every trap he laid that Dorian could never resist falling right into to try to explain why he'd ruined another opportunity placed in front of him.

The statement was never one made from a person who was particularly fond of themself, and often looked everywhere but in the mirror to figure out why.

"Then who is it you think you want to be?" The question posed itself before he had even considered if he ought to ask. He was not the person to ask for advice in the art of finding oneself, not by a landslide. If this boy was to actually answer the question then what? Was he just going to say okay and leave the conversation hanging in the air?

Knowing himself, he would probably pull something out of his ass to say to deflect from the truth that he didn't even know where to begin with reflecting on the topic. He'd spent years running from it in fact, and coming back to it now was like trying to find a needle purposefully buried in a haystack...that was then set on fire.

"Do you even know?" the second question slipped out and he cursed himself in his mind for pressing further.

#quiisquiliae #c: talon #dorian: i havent been to therapy about this yet why am i talking rn #lmao

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redratt · 8 months

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😭 Runs-Like-Hell

You are Garou.

You are Garou in a way no others you know are. Your parents were Garou; you know your father's name because it is a shame on the tongue of your People. He was Dark-Shadow-Over-Stream. He could leap rivers. He was a Shadow Lord.

You are Garou.

You remember your Birth-Sept. You remember the ring of trees. You remember your Sept Alpha's eyes on you. Her voice in your ears. Not Wolf. But Garou. You know there was a fight. There must have been; some of them never looked at you the same. Pike-Teeth lured you away, once, when you were young, and held your neck in his jaws. He put you down. He looked at you in agony.

You are past your first change when you learn that Pike-Teeth was your mother's brother. Two litters older.

It falls.

You don't notice. They send you out to run the borders. You're not really at the sept, often, and you don't have a name, then. You're just Biggest Cub, and that's your name. That's what they call you.

It falls.

The Wyrm creeps in slowly.

It falls.

When you run, your paw snags in a trap; your forelimb shatters. It is a human -- always feared, always hated -- that sets you free from the silver that kept you from knitting your wound.

It falls.

It is a Hive, now.

Griffin waits. He knows, one day, you will return. When you do, you will have more than yourself: you will have the Bone Gnawers, and a bloody-toothed Sept, at your side. He is content with your sacrifices of dogs. He is content with your leech-slayings and the way you slaughter humans who smear Gaia before your eyes.

In your dreams, you see it:

the lake, where you learned to swim, corrupted and green-tendril'd. Pike-Teeth's skull, stuck on a jagged rock that juts from the earth at an angle that is wrong.

In your dreams, glittering green eyes behold you.

In your dreams, the voice of your mother says come home.

#red writes #songoftrillium #runs-like-hell #c: runs like hell #red talons #werewolf the apocalypse #wwta #owod #world of darkness #garou-born

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leenagyungie · 9 months

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oh, summer child | talon x rayne

Talon had been dreading school starting again. He had hated almost every minute of his freshman year. Sure, his grades were good and his teachers liked him but, even though he had always struggled making friends, he hadn't expected to not make a single one. One might argue he was at fault for not putting himself out there much but he would swear he tried. And he did, but the more uncomfortable he felt socially the more he withdrew. It definitely didn't help that whispers about his sexuality started about four months in. He didn't know where they came from, maybe some rich kid he'd seen at parties starting rumours but Talon hated being talked about. The library became his safe haven, books became his home. He'd always loved reading but it had become something of a lifeline this past year.

With Tavien moved out of home, all settled into his new college life, the last thing Talon wanted to do was go home. He was two weeks into the new school year and exhausted already. He hated being alone with his parents and had started coming home as late as possible, much to their growing annoyance but honestly, he was scared. It was just him and them now, no buffers, no one to take the brunt of their insanity and he had no idea what to expect.

That's why he was in the park after school ended. He kept making his way there the second the final bell rang. He would fold into himself, back against a tree and whatever book he was currently reading keeping him company. Today it was Bunny, a psychological trip of a story. Honestly, it was unnerving him but he couldn't stop reading it. As usual while reading, it was as if time stopped around him. He was in his own world, unaware of his surroundings.

#c: talon kaiser #r: talon x rayne #t: oh summer child

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allmightyscroll-swag · 6 months

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I'm about to wash my hair but I just got a sick world building thing for one of my oc stories

And I'm writing this down here in the notes cause I'm silly