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Glissando - Page 113
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Small gifts for @leeleelikestoart because I realized that I’ve never drawn Taren, yet I’ve been hyped for new Glissando pages for over 2 years 😳
The second one is kind of a redraw of a comic panel in chapter 1 because I felt like doing an action pose but I never get to do them 😂
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The Normal One (Final Rose)
"Is it odd that our most normal child is also the one who has a chocobo perched on his head?" Lightning asked.
Fang shrugged. "Compared to Diana and Averia? Not at all."
Not far away, Taren was conversing with a few of the animal minions, in this case, a squirrel and a raccoon. As usual, Fury was perched on his head, and the chocobo was nodding along to the conversation.
"The fact that he talks to animals isn't even weird either considering one of our other kids was the person who recruited them in the first place," Fang added.
"True." Lightning sighed. "But it does make you wonder."
"About what?"
"Are we the source of the weirdness?" Lightning asked. "Maybe our kids are weird because of us?"
"Us?" Fang shook her head. "Nah. We're completely normal."
On Taren's head, Fury turned to look at them. Evidently, he'd been listening in on their conversation. Meeting their gaze, the chocobo shook his head slowly and deliberately.
"Kweh kweh... kweh." You two are absolutely the source of the weirdness.
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Here are some warframe au doodles of my s/o's ocs (Kalua and Daniil > @bowlersandtophats)
Also Ordis was being a good cephalon uncle and gave me a discount on platinum, so I updated Taren a bit~
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You ever think about the Ted and Karen convos we don’t hear like...what happened when they saw their son giggling at his best friend’s funeral?
“Is he-...”
“Children cope in various ways, Ted, let him be”
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Taran: you think someday I'll be the greatest warrior yet?
Ash: * almost huffed silently, trying to be patience with him.* yes many times.
Taran: once I finally get the sword of my own. I will go in the battle and prove the world ill be...
Ash: a warrior yes I get it! Now would you please do your chores and let me finish mine?
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You guys can tell I'm not a fan of this character lol.
Background borrowed from black cauldron.
#my art#black cauldron#fanart#Disney#taren#self insert#gosh the hands looms terrible I'm sorry 😞#I tried to fix it but it ends up same lol#and no offense anyone who likes him ^^’
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Concept: Taren, Zin sa Iroo: Goddess of wheather, earth and arts.
The bonus is the jade armor. The rain effects nearly killed me. But it was a good challenge to draw her with marker.
No story, I just like to draw her in spring!
Mediums: 1.0mm ballpoint, Tombow felt markers, Pentalic paper for pens. Smooting, colour adjustment, and background in Photoshop.
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I forgot if you've answered this but why do the roommates not like Taren?
They like Taren! Just not with Cal. They are not good together :< Taren get controlling and insecure sometimes and Cal can be a doormat and gets snippy since they're so stressed with Taren
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haven't promoted this story in a minute because idk I got tired of tumblr and took a sort of break. Tomorrow I will be posting ch. 14, which is halfway through the story, so it's a great time to pick up...
The Hunter The Snake and the Fox
Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 27 081 | Chapters 13/28
Summary:
When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.
And here's a long snippet from Ch. 3 for some Drama:
A sliver of light shone briefly in from a crack in the tent, and a leather-clad elf stomped through it. The elf barked something out towards the tent flap, and before Dorian could muster more than a groan, he stomped out again. Dorian blinked a few times after the fading blur of light.
Minutes went by. Possibly hours. Dorian’s head hurt. He tugged on the binds at his wrists, bending them uncomfortably this way and that. It only seemed to tighten them, so he stopped. His head began to clear. More time passed. He attempted to count the minutes. When the elf returned again, Dorian managed a few inquiring calls for attention. Things like, “Where are the others?”, and, “damnit, I’m talking to you!” His calls went ignored.
The elf poked his head back out into the bright daylight beyond the dark tent, and shouted something in grumpy Elvhen. Another elf soon pushed through the flap, they stomped grimly forward together, and then one on either side hoisted Dorian up by the elbows.
Dorian’s legs were half asleep and still bound, painfully tingling with each jostling step as the two elves dragged him forward. He groaned. The elf on his right barked back something he was sure was an insult. His unwilling legs were dragged on.
Dorian did his best to make his case for answers and mercy as they went. “We have no qualms with you," he pleaded, " I know Tevinter hasn’t historically been kind to your people, but really, this expedition wants nothing to do with you, so if you’d simply let us go on our way…”
Sharp grunt.
“You’re making a huge mistake. Kill me, and you’d be inviting a war, do you have any idea who I am?”
Angry Elvish epithet.
“Dorian of house Pavus,” he said proudly, “ Magister Pavus as of recently, I have a fortune, you could be handsomely rewarded and —”
Big knife.
“— and a wife! And children! Please!”
The big knife pressed closer to his throat. There was a bandage there already.
“Alright! So I don’t have children, or a wife, but I am engaged, and —”
Dorian was shoved through a tent flap by the elf holding the knife, who wound up at his back as his second captor pushed his unstable and bound legs down into a kneel.
“Relax, shemlin,” said a low voice.
Thank the Maker, Dorian thought, blinking now at the woven mat he’d been forced upon, its zigzagged pattern slowly coming into view in his still foggy vision. Finally, here was someone who spoke the Trade speech. King's Tongue, they called it in the south. Crude. In Tevinter, the nobility still had its own.
Dorian’s eyes rose from the ground to take in warmly lit canvas walls draped in soft pelts and colourful woven blankets. He knelt near a smouldering fire pit. Smoke was rising up through a narrow hole in the tent’s roof. Through its haze, in a grand and intricately carved wooden seat, sat a man. The man stood, and Dorian watched leather-wrapped feet pace forward, around, circling him. There were more seats, less grand but still intricately carved, all around the fire pit. None sat in them except for one old woman. She sat still and proud, squinting at him through the smoke.
Dorian lifted his gaze all the way up to the face of the man who was just now finishing his pacing examination of him. An elvhen mage stood before Dorian with his staff planted firmly on the ground between them. He was not tall, but stood in towering regalness over Dorian all the same. His posture was straight, his shoulders strongly set and covered with a heavy green cloak woven through with threads of blue and gold. He wore his deep auburn hair in a long, thick braid hung over one shoulder, and he held his carved, spiralling wooden staff in both hands, emanating power.
“You are Master Pavus ,” said the standing elf, speaking down to him.
“Master Pavus was my father,” Dorian replied, flashing the man a winning smile, “as I am evidently your prisoner, it seems only fitting that you simply call me Dorian.”
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Glissando - Page 113
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Thor #36 (2001)
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Rebellion (Rebirth)
This is set in the Rebirth AU in which Taylor Hebert is reborn as Atalanta, Taren’s twin.
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Atalanta, who had once been Taylor Hebert, loved her family. She loved them very much. But she wasn’t a huge fan of Diana’s latest scheme.
“Look,” Diana explained. “For too long have we suffered under Averia’s reign of tyranny.”
“I wouldn’t really call it tyranny,” Taren pointed out. “I mean... she hasn’t really done anything bad to any of us. It’s all been good stuff.”
Diana nodded sagely. “A benevolent tyranny is still a tyranny. Anyway, the point is that when it was just me, I had no hope of rebelling successfully. When you two were born, I began to believe it might be possible. However, I had to wait until you were old enough to help. Now that the two of you...”
Fury scowled. The chocobo was now the size of a large dog.
“The three of you are big enough to help, we can finally break the shackles of Averia’s tyranny and usher in a new age of rule by me.”
“Why you?” Atalanta asked, giggling.
“Because I’m the next oldest, so clearly, I should be in charge.” Diana folded her arms across her chest. “Besides, I’m probably one of the five smartest people who has ever lived. My rule will usher in a golden age of progress and prosperity.”
“What was that?” Averia asked, clearing her throat.
Diana turned. “I see. Your tyranny is impressive indeed if you managed to detect our attempt at treachery!”
“Our attempt?” Taren glanced at Atalanta. Atalanta nodded back. “Biggest sis! Diana was trying to get us to betray you!”
“And were you going to betray me?” Averia asked, lips twitching.
Atalanta shook her head. “No! We were about to warn you.”
“Traitors!” Diana cried before turning to Fury. “You’re with me, right?”
The chocobo took a long look at her and then glanced at Averia. “Kweh... kweh.”
Translation: Do you want me to help you get the usurper?
Averia snickered and then crackled her knuckles. “Time for some tyranny.”
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“Mom!” Diana wailed. “Averia is picking on me.”
Diana’s theatrical wails were accompanied by cackling from the twins and what sounded like Fury pecking her on the head.
“Should we go do something about that?” Fang asked Lightning.
Lightning shrugged. “Give it another five minutes.”
#final rose#rebirth#fanfiction#lightning farron#oerba yun fang#diana yun farron#averia yun farron#taren#atalanta#fury#yun farron family
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Me missing Wildstar and crying because it had so much story potential ;v;
Anyways, this is (left to right) Daniil (@bowlersandtophats), Andi, and Taren, our aurin T0T
It's moments like these I wish Wildstar had a tv show or dedicated comic, its world building was just so good.
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