#tarene

[bad-comic-art]

Thor #36 (2001)

#thor girl #tarene #marvel #comics #comic books

[waitingforthet]

This comic is, as is usual for Wednesday’s comics, chosen by my Patrons. Speaking of…

Check my Patreon out if you’d like to support the comic, even a little bit helps. Or just to check out the reward tiers, there’s some neat bonus stuff and I tried to make them fun: https://www.patreon.com/waitingforthet

#Thor #Thor Girl #Tarene #She-Hulk #Jennifer Walters

[spellsword-archer]

Tarene paused on the icy face of the mountain slope he was climbing down, and readjusted the strap of his back so that it sat more comfortably across his shoulders. He hadn’t been able to find much in the ruins, aside from a few gems, some gold pieces, and the item he’d been sent to retrieve - an enchanted circlet that his employer had left behind on his own attempt to clear the ruins.

Had he not feared the mage’s willingness to lob a fireball at his face at a moment’s notice, he would have laughed. 

He finally reached a point in the mountain face where the snow sloped out enough to allow him to walk rather than climb, and the sellsword slid the rest of the way to solid ground on the icy sheet that covered the snow. As he made his way onto the road that cut through the snow in the distance, Tarene pulled the hood of his cloak up over his head, and then blew on his fingertips for a little added warmth. He had a long walk back to Riften before he could get paid, and it was going to be a cold one.

As he walked, however, dark shapes began to materialize through the snowy haze. The Altmer slowed, and cautiously laid one hand on the hilt of his sword. Worst case, they were hostile creatures. Best case, they were just rocks and he was being paranoid. Nonetheless, the sellsword cautiously continued forward, ready to react to any attack.

#Pyrophobic Archer - Tarene #Tarene #open rp #elder scrolls rp #skyrim rp #lotr rp #hobbit rp #fantasy rp #((new character tag testing))

[iggyfing]

11, 23, 30

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

tarene dosa (sw) and haharo haro (ffxiv) are my beautiful sunshine children

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

jonthan wander (wolves and woods). from glorified babysitter bc the child deuteragonists needed adult supervision to arguably the main protagonist and also my favoritest guy. he was just some guy and now he's just some guy who's also a werewolf and spent his adolescence in the "care" of the villain. i have a hard time drawing him bc he's supposed to be exceptionally plain looking but i make everyone i draw so generically attractive :')

he's so tired........... just like me fr

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

..... i kinda wanna say drifoor (sw) just 'cause it'd be funny

#thANK U!! #dragonsbloodsnowcone #oc talk #ask meme #sw oc #ffxiv oc #wolves and woods #swtor oc #tarene #haharo #jonthan #drifoor

[comicwaren]

From Thor Vol. 6 #024 (2/4)

“The Seduction”, by Dan Jurgens, Klaus Janson and Matt Wilson

“Benedictions”, by J. Michael Straczynski, Olivier Coipel and Alejandro Sánchez

#thor #thor odinson #thanos #mangog #firelord #tarene #recorder #odin #odin borson #marvel #comics #marvel comics

[sebeth]

Thor Girl

#Thor Girl #Tarene #Thor #Marvel Comics

[a-crappy-art1st]

Donna Troy x Thor Girl(Tarene/The Designate)

She was sculpted out of clay as a a weapon to hunt down and kill the gods, but was stopped by the Wonder Woman, Thor. She was mind wiped and trained and taught to believe she was raised by the Amasgaurdians. She became the Wonder Woman's sidekick and started the Young Avenging League with Richard Parker(Spider-Bat) and eventually became a hero in her own right

#wonderfam #wonder girl #Troya #donna troy #wonder woman #justice league #the avengers #young avengers #teen titans #dc titans #Titans #troia #Thor girl #Tarene #Female Thor #mighty thor #Thor #designate #Camp Hammond #initiative #dc #dc comics #marvel #marvel comics #amalgam comics #amalgam universe #amalgaverse

[apt502-if]

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

#mail #about: cal #about: taren

[blarrghe]

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.” 

DAFF tags list: @warpedlegacy @rakshadow @rosella-writes @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @dreadfutures @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance @plisuu

#if anyone wants to help me make a canva banner I am strugglin #also sorry for not reblogging many daff fics in the last bit I just have not been on much #booping no joke helped social media feel less like work for a minute so here we are #my fic #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #self promo #pavellan #dorian pavus #taren lavellan #dorian x lavellan #enemies to lovers #dragon age inquisition #dragon age inquisition fanfiction #I'm in love with this story but all this dead air is just #it gets to ya #and yeah yknow gotta keep at it if you want to be seen #but hell world I say #ok rant over thanks #a reblog or a word of encouragement about the state of fandom is also appreciated even if you could care less about the story <3

[leeleelikestoart]

Glissando - Page 113

Fun at the Mainsail Fair!

Previous / Next

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8

#glissando #stardew valley #stardew valley elliott #stardew valley elliot #stardew valley leah #stardew valley harvey #sdv elliott #sdv elliot #sdv leah #sdv harvey #sv elliott #sv elliot #sv leah #sv harvey #taren

[coindraws]

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 😂

#art #taren #stardew valley #sdv

[defenderofthelight]

A couple Christmas designs I've got up in my shop 🎄🧡

I'd really appreciate any and all support, even if that's just reblogging this post 🥰 thank you!

#artists on tumblr #oc #ocs #original character #oc artist #original design #lettering #shop designs #christmas #holidays #redbubble #inspirational #encouragement #project burley #taren han #pretty art #cute art

[razieltwelve]

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.

#final rose #fanfiction #lightning farron #oerba yun fang #taren #fury

[spellsword-archer]

Each breath of air he managed to wrestle into his lungs was a war fought and won. It was all he could think to do. Breathe in, and breathe out; chase off the frightful burning of suffocation one bloody, painful gasp at a time.

The damp rattle in his throat had faded into the background, so long had he heard it, and he dared not move, for he had not the strength to. His adversary’s mace had broken his ribs and bruised his limbs to the point where all he could feel was a deep, dragging fatigue that made it nearly impossible to move. The only consolation was that his adversary - a tattooed Orc - lay dead at the close of the battle; slain by a close-range arrow to the eye when his blade had been twisted out of his hands. Tarene had barely the strength left to drag himself to the tree he now leaned up against, and where he fell he remained as his strength drained with each passing minute. His bow lay at his side, grasped loosely in a hand that had not the ability to close. His mind was too clouded by pain; he could not focus his meager magicka towards healing. It mattered little, though, for he would never be able to self-heal wounds of this magnitude. The bounty hunter closed his eyes, still fighting for breath. If he could just reach his bag, he might find something to help himself (bandages, herbs, a healing potion, etc.). But he felt so damn tired. He was just going to rest...just for a moment…

#Pyrophobic Archer - Tarene #Tarene #open rp #skyrim rp #elder scrolls rp #lotr rp #hobbit rp #fantasy rp

[theoriginalsupermodels]

Yohji Yamamoto - Fall 1998 RTW

#fashion #fashion show #Yohji Yamamoto #fall 1998 rtw #1998 #yyfall1998rtw #taren cunningham

[dreanlamd]

#p #taren