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bhalspawn · 1 year
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cole says the inquisitor is "too bright, like counting birds against the sun" so is that more attractive to demons or less? the anchor lets them physically walk through the fade, but how else does it affect them? are they more or less prone to attract demons? if it's the former, especially if they aren't a mage, it must be such a huge adjustment
i just feel like inquisition missed so many opportunities for character development. it's like they way over corrected after how pre-made hawke was (while at the same time taking over the rest of hawkes story, forever bitter about that) by making the inquisitor so shallow and not giving you any actual interactions w people they knew before, with a very few exceptions. i've said it before but the inquisition is more of a character than the actual inquisitor
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tri-punishr · 1 year
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He's the perfect person to have a conversation with; you can talk at him
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shreddies-scribbles · 6 months
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TW// burn scars !!
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i wanted to make mumbos last death a little more dramatic lol i reimagined my red mumbo design from last life, i had like a red infection growing on him so that worked well with his second death in secret life lmaoo
poor mumbos just been through it man DAMN
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peachy-doodles · 11 months
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despite how much i tell myself i love Zisu i have drawn her a CRIMINALLY small amount (like twice) so i MUST rectify that !!
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doodles-in-sand · 8 months
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Have I ever posted warden who stares at gay people
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Here they are
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waywardstation · 17 days
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I got my stickers from @djfan-naftv , and I love them!! Very nice quality!
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They were kind enough to include two free stickers as well, they’re so cute! Thank you!!
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1495-gauge · 2 months
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There's a dead man wandering the wastes. He wears nothing of the clans, his own symbols unusual and foreign.
He's lost, and the zoroark thus have claim.
They watch.
Lost, roaming, hungry. They've seen it all before, know every sign. He barely shivers anymore. He doesn't see them, settled into the fog as they are.
They watch as he stumbles into other pokemon, getting chased off, too slow and clumsy. Stupid.
They watch as he walks with no clear goal. Through land that is not his.
The thing about ghosts, about staying past death, is there are rules.
They shepherd him until the flickering light of the clan's lanterns are visible on the horizon. There must always be an option. They set their trap.
A kit, illusioned to look frail and hurt, buried half in the snow. No human could resist scooping it up and wringing its neck. They know. They've seen.
And the man stops. Croons. Leans down, takes the kit in his arms, gentle. They watch as he tucks the kit into his coat. They watch as every touch he lays upon it is soft. They watch as he turns to the lights, and starts taking the kit towards it.
Inviting a massacre.
So very stupid.
Sharing his precious body heat to bring a trophy, how foul.
It is night, which means there is no one outside when he reaches the camp. This is changed by his howls.
The zoroark don't understand words.
They understand intent.
The man does not cry for victory.
They watch.
Clan members stumble out of their tents. Woken, with spears.
They see the stupid man, and they point their weapons at him.
His booming voice falters. The clan speaks a tune the zoroark have always heard: back, back, beast, monster, wrong, dangerous, evil.
Back, back.
Get out.
The man cries again, help, help, hurt child. A child has been hurt. It needs help.
And like a zoroark, he is exiled from the camp in seconds.
Unlike a zoroark, he does not try to burn it down.
He tucks the kit more firmly into his coat, and resumes his aimless travel.
They watch.
He finds some too-small winter berries. He feeds two to the kit, pockets the rest. He does not bother for himself.
They are... curious.
A kit or two slips out of the mist. Play the eager foolish mutt, like the garish things begging at clan heels. He kneels, and gives the rest of his meager food away but one. One, which goes not to him, but the kit again.
The zorua pretend that they don't know the fog rolling in is full of claws. They yap and pull at his clothing, urging him into the woods. He follows. Stupid.
The zorua lead him to the den.
The first kit slips out of his arms, illusion falling away. It slips into the mist, convenes with them. A burgeoning mass of confused hatred.
He does not run.
Stupid. If they knew the word, it would be kind.
The Mother wakes.
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Iridia shivers. Not from the cold, not even in the pitch of a new moon.
Unintelligible almost-words ring in her ears. A human sort of emotion choking behind the animal tongue.
It has been a long time since the zoroark have gotten so bold as to encroach upon the camp.
In a strange form, too. Too tall, too long. Dressed in no clothes she'd ever seen. Its illusion falling apart at the seams — reflective eyes, even the glimmer of a third. White hands. Blood dripping from the everpresent spiritual wounds.
Its own mane bursting from its chest.
Something was very, very wrong with it.
Iridia isn't a fool. She had seen the fogbank surrounding the camp. If they were to send their elders here to die, she would have no part in it. She knows better than to invite that malice.
It would be a trap, either way.
Still, she mourns. The hatred, its festering. She thinks of the senile zoroark, and she does not sleep.
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spainkitty · 4 months
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Here is the fanart I got commissioned from Sabri, a.k.a. @itsadragon_art on ig. Say hello to my Warden-Commander Queen, Aleandria Cousland, and, of course, Alistair! 😍😍🥰 Aren't they adorable and GORGEOUS??
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chairhahaha · 17 days
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you wanted art requests? Perhaps es and enyu as that one Lower One's Eyes dancing frame :)
anatomy??? what is that😅 (this is halfassed im sorry i cba to render)
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not a ship btw
first, sorry if i got the wrong frame i didnt know which chorus to use lol
anyways all ik about this mv is that its basically the bible story with yuri. so like. betrayal. following. uhm.
enyu is the maid because if u think about it they’re betraying themselves (es) for the sake of milgram (in the mv maid girl betrays witch girl for money) lol??
es is the witch because, well they’re. they’re followed. in terms of roles they’re on the top?? (in milgram, like yk warden > prisoner) also they’re seen to be quite merciful/caring about the prisoners (lower mv is based off the bible in a way, witch girl represents jesus who was merciful to all humans) uhm what am i on about again
the faces r killing me why nobody gaf
og pic
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finnzcorner · 6 months
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I find it funny how I realized how in Double Life Tango brought the warden up to the surface for Rancher's Revenge and the one player in Secret Life who had made a ranch early on was tasked to bring the warden up to the surface.
Just a funny lil thought.
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vigilskeep · 7 months
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the easiest way to include minerva in any worldstates where she isn’t the warden is just to say that after they lost anders, the warden-commander demanded the circle provide a replacement warden
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thelemonsnek · 11 months
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The two legendary dragons, despite how long they've been alive and how much they've been through, have never been apart in any meaningful way. Zekrom!Ingo is not having a good time (neither is Reshiram!Emmet, but that's neither here nor there :) ) More on this under the cut!
[image id: a two page comic featuring Ingo and Melli from Pokemon Legends Arceus. The entire comic is a sketch, with guidelines still visible, and is done in black and white, aside from cyan lightning. The entire comic is set on a mountaintop cliffside, in the middle of a huge thunderstorm. Everything is very dark, and rain is visible throughout.
Ingo stands at the edge of a cliff, facing away from the viewer and looking into an intense storm. Lightning strikes off in the distance, and harsh winds are ripping at his clothes. The second panel is a closeup profile view of his face. He is leaning into the wind, eyes shut, seeming to be either looking for something within himself or trying to lose himself in the storm. The third panel is a closeup of Melli's face, shadowed.
Melli comes up behind Ingo, and asks him, "Why are you chasing storms, Ingo?" Then, gaining momentum, he seems to yell louder above the storm, "you have a life, so live it. the time before now is long gone." Ingo, still facing away from Melli and staring out at the storm, says nothing for a beat, then without turning around, asks, "Do you think that I do not know that, Warden Melli?"
The next panel looks out over the stormswept mountain. Multiple lightning strikes are visible as Ingo says, "I am well aware that my tracks are without destination. But I cannot switch over to new tracks, lest I risk derailment."
The next panel switches back to showing Ingo and Melli. Ingo has turned around now to face Melli. He has placed a hand to his chest, teeth bared as he shouts, "I know that this could be my home station, if I let it." His eyes now have lightning branching off from them, and his teeth are sharper. Black scales are visible, creeping up his hand. Melli is braced against both the storm and Ingo's sudden anger.
In the final panel, Ingo has somewhat collapsed in on himself, and half turns away. His hands are now twisted into claws, with more obvious scaling, and his teeth are sharper. "But I cannot," he says quietly, visibly defeated. Melli seems less ready for a fight now, and has drawn back, possibly out of sympathy or fear (and maybe both). End id]
Ingo and Emmet are Zekrom and Reshiram!
the gods are real and they're autistic about trains
they can "shift" in and out of their draconic forms, and have several stages in between (human, partial, mid, etc) basically it's a sliding scale of traits! Here we can see Ingo's "partial" state, where he has fangs, claws, and scales but not much else
the two of them have never really been apart. Oh sure they've been on differing sides of the continent, and sometimes one of them will work a differing shift than the other, but not in any meaningful way
not til Ingo gets eebied :)
separated for the first time with no way to reunite, they find themselves completely unable to shift fully, only barely able to get to a partial form. For Ingo this is pretty convenient! Not as much to try and hide/explain away :) for Emmet this is terrifying
there's another side effect to them being apart, and it's that their roles...don't switch, but Emmet finds himself endlessly driven by the ideal to find his brother, while Ingo is constantly seeking the truth of who he was and what he left behind. We get to see a little bit of the conflict this causes within Ingo here!
they do eventually reunite and it's cool as hell, I'd love to draw it out someday
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marshmurmurs · 9 months
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get mimicked!!!
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The boys are plotting bloody murder
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so yeah. recruitment went great
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xytaes · 1 year
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thank you my wife for commissioning this very sweet art of Them(tm) from the amazing @qursidae !!!
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