tied to a bear

anonymous asked:

Osoro hanging out with Hanako hcs?

- Osoro has to be on her best behavior

- Hanako and Osoro will immediately go shopping for cute and punk clothes after school

- Hanako drags Osoro to her favorite store

- Osoro gets dressed up as a super cutie

- Her hair gets tied up with a dark red ribbon, she is wearing an oversized bear sweater, a pair of dark brown shorts and animal leggings with bears on them

- Osoro finds the look Hanako is giving her super adorable

- Osoro then dresses up Hanako in a punkish look

- Leather jacket, red lipgloss, a dark blue skirt, and black boots

- Hanako is somehow still really sweet

- Osoro is still pissed off looking

- They look like their own opposites and they like it

(Kai-chan)

2

Dany found herself looking at the knight curiously. He was an older man, past forty and balding, but still strong and fit. Instead of silks and cottons, he wore wool and leather. His tunic was a dark green, embroidered with the likeness of a black bear standing on two legs.

– Daenerys I, A Game of Thrones

So its been um…like 6 months since I’ve painted Connor.  Life keeps GETTING IN THE WAY, and WORK in the hospital is still KICKING MY BUTT, and OVERWATCH IS FUN HAHA BOOP BOOP MOTHERFUCKERS and convention prep is KILLER, but God sitting down to paint this man bear child is like coming back home.  Y’all have no idea how sad I’ve been cuz I haven’t painted him in forever.  :< High five to @teal0gic and @thefluxvoice for feeding me Connorline headcanons until I could calm down enough for an hour for a therapeutic doodle~  

a hundred more random starters [2/??]

  • ❝ women endure what men cannot bear. ❞
  • ❝ ‘tis my crown & I will fight for it. ❞
  • ❝ how long? how long have you been planning this? ❞
  • ❝ you betrayed me! betrayed US! how could you? ❞
  • ❝ we’ve lost control of [name/pronoun]. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun] sees the forests, but not the trees. ❞
  • ❝ the gods & kings of old have deemed you unworthy. ❞
  • ❝ what will you do, now that you know the truth? ❞
  • ❝ take your shirt off. ❞
  • ❝ can’t decide if I want to fuck you in bed, or if the wall is a better option. ❞
  • ❝ I will not lose. ❞
  • ❝ people are using condoms to apply makeup. why? ❞
  • ❝ well, they certainly know how to put lipstick on a pig. ❞
  • ❝ remember the promises we made to each other. ❞
  • ❝ spring will always arrive. ❞
  • ❝ you look beautiful in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ I hope you can understand my heart. ❞
  • ❝ people do stupid things in the name of love. ❞
  • ❝ if anything should happen to his/her majesty, I should think you’d look to me to secure your future. ❞
  • ❝ if you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞
  • ❝ have you ever regretted what we did? ❞
  • ❝ yes, I’ve imagined fucking you. ❞
  • ❝ when did you lose your virginity? ❞
  • ❝ was he/she any good? ❞
  • ❝ let me cum! ❞
  • ❝ i’m going to hell, want to join me? ❞
  • ❝ we fought. it’s over. i won. ❞
  • ❝ stop, you’re only making a fool of yourself. ❞
  • ❝ can you ever forgive me? ❞
  • ❝ we can’t trust them! ❞
  • ❝ be careful with your words. ❞
  • ❝ they’ll hear us! ❞
  • ❝ what if I want them to hear you screaming my name with pleasure? ❞
  • ❝ hey! I’m romantic! sometimes. ❞
  • ❝ the world will change & my era will begin. ❞
  • ❝ you have to resist. ❞
  • ❝ so is this how you take control of your life? ❞
  • ❝ don’t let the bastards grind you down. ❞
  • ❝ you’re a fucking idiot. ❞
  • ❝ he who has no bread, has no authority. ❞
  • ❝ there is little gain from further conflict. ❞
  • ❝ I do not fear death. what I fear is doing nothing & losing everything. ❞
  • ❝ my love for you has only grown. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t imagine my future without you. ❞
  • ❝ the tides will turn in our favor. ❞
  • ❝ I will do everything in my power to protect you & our child. ❞
  • ❝ how can you protect me from the monsters inside me? ❞
  • ❝ you must cry for me, for I have no more tears. ❞
  • ❝ know that I will be with you, always. ❞
  • ❝ my winter will end & yours will begin. ❞
  • ❝ god has no business controlling what I do with my body. ❞
  • ❝ if this is what you want, then fine do it! but know that I will never forgive you. ❞
  • ❝ if you love me, why did you leave? ❞
  • ❝ pregnancy sex is one of the best kinds of sex. ❞
  • ❝ you know, maybe you should take it easy. ❞
  • ❝ a little fresh air isn’t going to kill me. ❞
  • ❝ it would mean the world to me. ❞
  • ❝ you are my soulmate. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not wearing any underwear. ❞
  • ❝ you’re so cute when you’re horny. ❞
  • ❝ fine! I’m jealous! ❞
  • ❝ you have no idea how much I’ve missed you. ❞
  • ❝ I hate it when you leave. ❞
  • ❝ we miss you. ❞
  • ❝ our child hasn’t been sleeping well since you went off to war. ❞
  • ❝ you light up whenever you look at them. ❞
  • ❝ I hate fighting with you, especially over something as silly as this! ❞
  • ❝ I’m suffocating here! ❞
  • ❝ for once in your life, accept responsibility! ❞
  • ❝ it’s your fault they’re dead. ❞
  • ❝ too many people lack the gift of knowing when to fuck off. ❞
  • ❝ humbling, isn’t it? to become the very thing you mocked. ❞
  • ❝ with you, I feel like I’m home. ❞
  • ❝ the best thing you can do for yourself right now is beg for forgiveness. ❞
  • ❝ I only have a little neck. ❞
  • ❝ [name/pronoun]’s head seems to have grown bigger. ❞
  • ❝ I am madly in love with you. ❞
  • ❝ it takes a lot to get me angry. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t even look at you right now! ❞
  • ❝ why can’t I stop crying? ❞
  • ❝ there’s a hole in my chest & I don’t know if it will ever heal. ❞
  • ❝ even now, whenever I’m with you, I can’t help but fall in love with you again. ❞
  • ❝ a sweet for my sweet? ❞
  • ❝ it’s not the first time this has happened. ❞
  • ❝ this world is far too cruel to girls. ❞
  • ❝ a daughter is a blessing. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sore. ❞
  • ❝ is there such a thing as too much sex? ❞
  • ❝ there’s nothing more beautiful than seeing you stand there in the moonlight. ❞
  • ❝ everything I’ve done, it’s for you, for us! ❞
  • ❝ this is too risky! we might get caught. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t be prepared for everything. ❞
  • ❝ you have to trust me & in me. ❞
  • ❝ I trust you more than anyone else. ❞
  • ❝ what if something happens to you because of something I did? ❞
  • ❝ please, just tell me what’s wrong. ❞
  • ❝ I just don’t want you getting hurt. ❞
  • ❝ love is not something that can be taught. ❞
  • ❝ come back to bed. ❞
  • ❝ as long as we stand together, nothing can stop us. ❞
Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my dear followers! You guys are amazing and I love you all. <3 

Quick shout out to my girl @noenoemi for helping me find the cards. They do not belong to me and were found through Google.


Jonathan wasn’t the biggest fan of Valentine’s Day; though it had more to do with the fact that he rarely had anyone to celebrate with, than the idea of it being a made up holiday for stores to sell overpriced candy and cards to the unsuspecting public.

He dreaded the day, because it just reminded him how horribly lonely he was, and how his romantic life was virtually nil. It also emphasized how deeply in love he was with his best friend, with no hope for the future due to the fact that said best friend was straight, and completely unavailable.

Which is why, when he opened his locker on the tenth of February, he was extremely surprised to find a small red envelope sitting among his books.

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Always- An Ivar Imagine

So @whenimaunicorn sent me the prompt: “Truth or Dare? I dare you to spend the rest of the night tied to Prince Ivar at the wrists.” Thanks for the prompt!

Here is the result. More angst than originally planned. Oops?

TW: mild sexual content, infidelity

***
You had never known Hvitserk to be cruel.

Okay, that was a lie. You had never known him to be cruel to you. Other people were another story. But tonight, tonight you fell into that category of “other people”. For what he had done, you would consider the cruelest thing of all.

It had started innocent, a game of truth or dare among brothers and friends. It was a game played often, as you had known the Ragnarssons since you were all grubby children, playing in the mud. The ale and laughter had flowed, to the point where you could almost forget the aching hole that was etched permanently upon your heart. But then, it had been your turn. You had chosen dare. And Hvitserk, drunk and careless, had dared you to spend the rest of the night, tethered by the wrists, to none other than Ivar.

Ivar, the man you were hopelessly in love with. Ivar, the man you could not stay away from. Ivar, the man who would never be wholly yours.

You agreed to the dare, not only to be spared the severe penalty but to savour any sort of closeness you could get with the Prince.

You moved to sit beside Ivar. Someone came and bound your wrists together, you didn’t know who. All you could focus on were her eyes, staring at you from across the table, hating you. Wishing you would one day take to your father’s fishing boat and not return. Drowned, dragged to the bottom of the sea, a sea that she could somehow bend to her will. She knew, she knew that his heart lay with you and not with her. She was a pawn, a token used for land and power and offspring with a strong bloodline. You, you were the fire in his blood, the beating of his heart, the name on his lips when he took her to bed.

But you were a nobody, and princes did not end up with nobodies. They had mothers and fathers and brothers who pushed for alliances, for duty, for the good of the people. They ended up with someone who could give them those things.

You were not that someone.

You could feel Ivar’s skin next to yours, where your wrists touched, warm and familiar. It made you ache for an easier time, when there was nothing but bare skin and love and the hopes of the young and foolish. Hopes you could one day be together, love freely and without restraint. You hardly got any time with each other now. Every moment you could spend by his side was a precious one.

As if he could sense your distress, your lover placed your linked hands under the table, onto your thigh. He had not said anything when Hvitserk had issued the dare. He had not protested, had not insisted it be an insult to his wife to be tied to another woman. He had simply let it happen. A choice. A declaration. You over her, every time. And she knew it.

The weight of your joined hands on your thigh was comforting, a balm amidst the tension that was threatening to suffocate you. She flicked her eyes down to the table, disgust marring her pretty face. To her, you were worthless. She could not see what kept drawing him to you. You both knew she didn’t love him, only married him for the name and the power and the role of duty. But it irked her to no end that he did not fall at her feet like all the others, did not desire her body. She wanted to catch her prey, but he kept slipping through her net.

The game continued on. You could not focus. Ivar’s hand had inched higher up your thigh, fingers stroking over the soft material of your dress. Her eyes were now on her husband, cold and stony. He growled, baring sharp white teeth as his fingers sunk deep into your thigh. Baiting her, showing her what she was to him. The title of wife meant nothing.

It should have comforted you, to know he only wanted you. That she was nothing to him. But it still hurt. It hurt to know she carried the title of wife, and not you. It hurt to know she was by his side, would one day grow round with his child in her belly. She would have his future, and you would be naught but a secret in the dark. You did not want to share, you wanted all of him. Every moment, every look, every touch. It was not enough to know he loved you. Your heart was greedy. It wanted everything, for it and it alone.

Ivar pushed your joined hands further into your lap, fingers teasing your flesh. You could feel the desire flowing through them, his simmering need for you. With her, it was all about business, securing a child. With you, it was love and passion and burning, all consuming need. You did not get many chances to be together, and every encounter was a like a wild summer storm, fierce and raging.

He stopped his movements on your thigh, instead leaning over to ghost his lips over the shell of your ear. No one was watching but her, no one cared but her. You should have felt bad for her, how must it feel knowing your husband cares not for you? But you did not. You would never see her as anything more than a thief. A thief who stole your happy future.

“Truth or dare?” Ivar whispered softly in your ear, voice laced with a dark lust. You shivered as his words slid over your skin like a silken scarf.

“Dare,” you whispered back, not daring to look at his face.

He leaned closer, his heady scent enveloping you like a tender embrace.

“I dare you to take me to bed. My bed.”

He meant the bed he shared with her, in the back of the Great Hall. You sucked in a breath. You had always met somewhere, never had he taken you in that bed, since he had gotten married. It was probably a bad idea.

But you did not care.

You stood up, grabbing Ivar’s crutches for him from where they leaned upon his chair. He allowed himself to give you a heated smirk, before the two of you awkwardly made your way towards the back of the Hall.

Her eyes followed you the whole way there.

But once you were enclosed in his private quarters, all thoughts but Ivar left your mind. He somehow managed to get his knife out of his belt, cut your bonds and throw you onto the bed with a few smooth motions. You eagerly reached for him as he lowered himself out of his crutches, desperate to feel all of him against you.

You needed him like air, you craved him like a drug. He fell upon you with a fervour only he could have, all groping hands and hungry kisses and loud, needy moans. He did not try to quiet himself, he did not care if she heard. If anyone heard. You found you did not care either. You arched into him and let him sweep you away in a tidal wave of pleasure.

He took you fast, and he took you hard. No loving caresses, no soft teasing, no slow and sweet build up. Pure carnal desire, the kind that leaves delicious aches and bruises to savour. Ivar in his truest form, making you cry out, making you beg for more, more, more. You knew nothing but the slide of hot, slippery skin, the taste of salt and sweat, the stars exploding behind your eyelids.

After, you curled yourself around him, pressing your shaking body as close as you could get. He enclosed you in his arms, letting you rest against him as you both caught your breath. As you laid there, your euphoria faded, and the ache in your heart returned.

“It should be enough,” you said softly, tracing a pattern over his chest with your fingers. “It should be enough to share you, and know that it is me who holds your heart. People do it all the time. Look at your brothers, sharing Margrethe between them. But I am selfish. I want you all to myself. I want to be your only wife, and the only woman you take to bed. I want to give you all your children. Is that wrong?”

He began to stroke his fingers through your long hair, blunt nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“It is not wrong,” he said, voice rumbling in his chest. “It is not wrong, for I feel the same way. I do not want to be tied to her. I do not want her to bear my children. I chose you, and only you, a long time ago. When I think of how I would feel if our situations were reversed, I want to kill something. The thought of another man touching your makes me sick.”

It made you sick, too. You twisted so you could press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“If only I was not who I am. If only I was like her, from a family worthy-”

He cut you off with a firm hand to your throat, pulling you on top of him so he could look at you with angry eyes.

“Do not ever say that again,” he growls, fingers squeezing, squeezing. “Do not wish you were anything but what you are. You are perfect. You are not less than her. Do you hear me?”

You nod, and his fingers relax. His eyes, however, stayed hard and blazing.

“I will find a way,” he vowed. “I will find a way to weaken her father, to make it so he is not more powerful than us. I married his daughter so he would not overpower us; I will make it so he has no power, and so I will no longer be in need of my marriage. Then,” his face softens ever so slightly, “then I will be free to marry whom I wish.”

It was a lot to promise, and probably very much unlikely to come true. But you clung to his words like a child clings to its mother’s skirts. A distant hope. You leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

“I should go,” you whispered, thinking of her sitting in the Great Hall. “I should go before she comes to you.”

His grip on you tightened, possessive. “No. You will stay. She will not come to me tonight. You will stay, and let me hold you. I will wake at least once with you in my arms.”

You knew you should leave, before leaving got any harder, but a night in his arms was more than you ever got. So you agreed, nestling down against him, letting him wrap himself around you. The darkness pressed around you like a comforting blanket, wrapping you up in a world where you could pretend only the two of you existed.

“Truth or dare,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark.

“Truth,” his hand was warm, calloused, perfect.

“Will you always love me? No matter what our lives become?” You knew the answer. But to hear it was a bandage across your broken heart

A sigh. A kiss on your head. Broad fingers squeezed yours.

“Always.”

****
I known with Vikings sharing is caring, but I imagine some of them are not into it. Happy Sunday! ❤️

anonymous asked:

What's lunarian, stellarian, and solarian?

Lunarian is the replacement for “fem-aligned”. It means having a complicated but nonetheless existing relationship with fem genders and/or alignment.

Solarian is the replacement for “masc-aligned”. It means having a complicated but nonetheless existing relationship with masc genders and/or alignment.

Stellarian is a new term used to describe rejection of the gender binary and any and being categorized as either binary gender. Someone who is stellarian can also be lunarian or solarian (stellunarian/nebularian, stelsolarian/novarian) but is defining their relationship with fem/masc-gender and/or alignment by how much they reject the ties they bear to said genders/alignments. 

It’s a bit confusing, seeing as the whole point of ‘stellarian’ is to align yourself with rejecting alignment, but they’re two different kinds of alignment I believe. 

You can be sollunarian (eclipsian), or even solstellunarian (galaxian). It’s all very complicated, and I recognize that it’s quite vague terminology, but at least it’s a replacement for the exorsexist terminology cis and binary trans people have been using for us. 

I call it the galactian system. It isn’t perfect, because it relies on a trinary range of identities that can be categorized into 3 different sections, but it’s a far cry from the gender binary. Also, I’m bitter because someone who is violently nbphobic took several of the urls of these terms, so that people who need them couldn’t use them.  

If you search them on my blog, you’ll be able to see more! I know that @temp-nb-blog and @goodpositivitylgbt are also familiar with the galactian alignments. 

  • Sirius Black: We can't use these ropes for the prank. They're tied together with thief knots. They'll never bear the weight of teenage boys.
  • Remus Lupin: I know my knots. I’m curious as to how you do.
  • Sirius: (suggestively) There was this Portuguese sailor I once knew –
  • Remus: Don’t! Enough.

anonymous asked:

Hc that Evan is really frickin' good at baking.

- I CAN SEE THIS OMG 

- LIKE I HAVE NO DOUBT IN MY MIND

- so evan would be hella romantic in your relationship

- he would always bring you out to fancy dinners and would insist on paying for every meal, even if it was all the money that he had

- one night you insisted that the two of you stay in

- “but its our 3 month anniversary!!”

- “ev, you take me out every night! we can do something special for our six month”

- pouty hansen

- you walk over to his house at the time he told you to come

- he opens the door wearing a blue button down and slacks

- aNd An ApRoN tIeD aRoUnD hIs WaIsT

- the apron probs has pictures of strawberries or bears on it

- “come in!! i just gotta check on the oven” 

- you are hella confused bc usually you just eat pizza

- you walk into the kitchen and the entire island is covered with different delicious looking treats

- they are all lined up in pastel pink holders and those fancy trays

- he probs used his last coupon for the craft store to buy everything (just for you)!!!!

- THE TREATS WOULD BE SO SWEET JUST LIKE HIM

- the pies would have frilled crusts

- the cakes have piped boiled icing

- cinnamon rolls with powdered sugar

- “Ev!!! you’re so good at baking!!!!! why havent you told me this before?”

- blushy hansen

- you cant stop moaning and shoving food into your mouth

- evan just giggles and plays w his lil apron bashfully

- but then he pulls his famous recipe out of the oven

- walnut pie

In the movies and the sitcoms,
fear of commitment
is always handsome men
in expensive suits
who can’t bear to be tied down.


But, oh god, I am an ugly girl,
in Primark pajamas,
who is so afraid of being left
that she’s always doing the leaving.

—  and isn’t love supposed to make you brave? // L.H

reagans-ramblings  asked:

okay so 1)i love your blog and oc thursday thing (even if i am always too nervous to send my own) 2) i think mythal created the qunari as her personal servants. BEAR WITH ME; mythal is heavily tied to dragons and the qunari are implied to have dragon blood. they have elf ears and the kossith are said to come from somewhere "far away" but they don't actually know why they had to leave. solas has a low opinion of them, even more than humans. its probs just me reaching, but maybe there's a link?

bless you, thanks! i’d love to hear about your kids one day, but i totally get being nervous about sharing <33

as for the mythal-qunari thing….thats super super interesting

because i can never just leave things at that, let’s frickin. roll up our sleeves and really get into this.

kossith = qunari?

qunari are kind of complicated because it’s super unclear whether ‘kossith’ refers to their race, or the culture that the qunari stemmed from. kossith were around pre-qun, but from what we understand qunari place less importance on one’s race than one’s religion/culture (hence the differentiation between ‘qunari’ and ‘tal vashoth’). ‘kossith’ as a term isn’t really used anymore, so it’s really difficult to tell what it actually refers to.

this is only important because WoT tells us:

‘-410 Ancient: A group of kossith is believed to land in the south Korcari Wilds, establishing a colony. They are likely killed off in the First Blight, giving rise to the first appearance of ogres on the continent.’ (vol 1 p 26)

if ‘kossith’ refers to the culture the qunari came from, then this isn’t super important to this discussion. if it refers to the actual race, though, then this is the first time this race is seen in thedas – several hundred years before actual qunari land in 6:30 storm. hell, it’s fifteen years before the first blight, and 200 years before andraste.

either way, of course, the kossith/qunari are the most recent race to turn up in thedas. the qunari who appear in the storm age came from ‘an eastern land across the ocean’ (x), and though the wiki assumes that’s where the kossith also came from, that’s never confirmed.

so. we know for sure that the kossith came first. i’m willing to bet the term refers to the race, if only for the comment about ogres, which would be a weird thing to note otherwise.

so were they created?

both of these sources say that the kossith/qunari ‘land’ in thedas, though – wherever they came from, whether it’s the same place or two different ones, these groups are extra-terrestrial, if you will. if they were created by anyone, it had to be either outside of thedas, or somewhere we haven’t been yet still joined to the main continent (there’s plenty both north and south that we haven’t explored), or i guess created in thedas and then shipped off somewhere else at some point? or like you said, they left for some reason, leaving absolutely no trace behind.

(note that the first kossith were spotted by the korcari wilds, which expands way further to the south than we’ve seen, and also wow guess who we first met living in the korcari wilds? lmao.)

you mentioned that qunari have elven ears, which is kind of difficult to talk about because their ear design actually changes from game to game. compare sten and iron bull, for example:

sten very clearly has the same model of ears as elves in origins. bull? not so much.

something else that changes from game to game is qunari horns. you can see the progression if you look at sten → the arishok → iron bull. this is probably evolving design on the part of bioware – but like we said, qunari don’t pay a massive amount of attention to race, just culture, and we haven’t exactly seen enough qunari to know for sure that these are changing designs and not variations within the qunari race(s). which is a whole ‘nother question entirely, but also super interesting.

horned creatures in thedas

even more than ears, though, qunari’s most defining feature are their horns – something else that’s noticeably lacking from sten. (design changes again? or something else?)

that story about the first kossith in thedas say that they’re where ogres came from (supposedly). and looking at ogres, you can see why people would make that assumption:

big ol’ horns, huh. also check out those ears – now they look elven to me.

this ogre dude bears almost no resemblance to sten, or to bull, tbh. know who he does look like?

not exactly, obviously. the horns are different enough to give me pause (the ogre’s got this nice curly thing going on) but the general size & shape of the horns is pretty damn similar. looking at these two pictures, i totally get where this whole ogre-qunari thing came from. and it’d suggest that the people who came up with the theory believed the original kossith were the same as modern-day qunari, at least.

mythal

ogres aren’t the only things with horns we’ve seen, though. you rightfully pointed out that qunari are linked to dragons – and oh hey, we’ve seen dragons with horns as well, including this guy:

mythal’s dragon. coincidence? maybe. maybe not.

something that doesn’t look like coincidence, though is this:

the first time we see flemeth like this is at the very beginning of da2 – before we’ve seen any qunari with horns. check out the arishok again:

flemeth and the arishok’s horns are almost exactly the same. they both bend backwards from the head, with an upward flick at the end. they both have that smaller horn beneath. and we see flemeth first.

flemeth’s headdress seen in da2 has now become her default #look, whereas qunari are still changing up each game. but we can’t deny this kind of spot-the-difference similarity, especially considering that this is established as flemeth’s look first, before we even see any qunari in da2.

(of course, we also see flemeth appear shortly after an ogre. another coincidence?)

demons

horned creatures in thedas (that we know of) are limited to qunari, some dragons, ogres, and flemeth’s headdress. demons are another story, though.

it’s worth noting that in all three games, the first boss you face is horned. in origins and da2, it’s an ogre. in inquisition, it’s a pride demon.

the only demons with horns (that i can think of, but please correct me if i’ve missed one) are pride demons & desire demons. pride demons actually look a lot like ogres, if you think about it:

they both have those slightly twisty horns, not to mention that they’re fuckin huge. pride demons & qunari don’t seem to have anything in common, really, apart from the stretch of ‘oh yeah horns’. honestly, if anything, pride demon horns look like halla.

desire demons are a little more what we’re talking about, though:

we’ve currently only seen two beings with horizontal horns that go outwards sideways, instead of going back from the head. those two are desire demons, and the iron bull. of course, iron bull’s horns aren’t curly, but they do also head upwards at the end.

demons and dragons

so we know there’s some kind of a link probably between qunari and dragons. WoT tells us that ‘the kossith race prayed to animist gods’ (vol 1 p127), and iron bull tells us that some qunari believe the tamassrans mix qunari and dragon blood to form reavers, qunari with special abilities.

and, you know, if that sounds familiar, it’s probably because it was a major plot point in origins.

the joining is, effectively, a blood magic ritual in which one imbibes dragon blood and gains special abilities/a massively slowed-down version of the taint/some kind of immunity to the taint/who knows, it makes you special okay. and the joining was invented sometime during the first blight, with the grey wardens being founded 100 years after the first kossith appeared in thedas.

considering tevinter’s obsession with ancient elvhen beliefs & magic, it wouldn’t be a massive stretch to suggest that they got the idea of the joining from, i don’t know, some kind of elvhen qunari-making ritual thing. in fact, it’d make a hell of a lot more sense than some dude just being like ‘lol drink this dragon blood it’ll be funny’ & then discovering he can save the world.

know something else about the joining? it can’t be just any dragon blood, of course – it’s got to be archdemon blood. the terminology & lore surrounding all this is kind of messy, in my opinion, but basically: old gods are dragons, who, when freed from wherever they’re hanging out (supposedly in the deep roads) become archdemons and lead the blight.

taking into account that at least some of this is definitely chantry bogus, and our new knowledge about the veil etc throws a lot of it into a completely different light, the whole dragon + demon relationship here is super interesting.

because, like. obviously not every creature with horns has to be related, that’d be silly. but idk, man, there’s a theory that elves are spirits made flesh, and if we’re going with the ‘mythal created the qunari’ theory then is it super far-fetched to suggest she did something involving spirits + dragons to create them?

so is any of this even remotely likely?

i’m not 100% on whether i believe mythal created the qunari, honestly. it feels like something that big would come into play somewhere, but i don’t think the franchise is gearing up for some big qunari-elvhen reveal. i do think both qunari and elves are gonna be super important going forwards, but that’s going forwards you know?

(not to mention the idea that qunari are somehow fabricated or grown in test tubes or whatever makes me super :/ bc they’re coded as poc & particularly meant to parallel islam (which is gross in its own right lmao), but i can’t really talk about it in any more depth than that)

but honestly, when has ‘not likely’ ever stopped me from speculating lmao

if i was gonna argue that mythal created the qunari, here’s what i’d say:

  • qunari designs are deliberately linked to elves (origins) and flemeth (da2), as well as ogres (WoT) and, by extension, other horned beings – especially considering the ogres in origins & da2 perform the same role as the pride demon in inquisition.
  • qunari are also linked in lore to dragons, as is flemeth/mythal. mythal’s dragon is also horned.
  • kossith are also linked to flemeth, as they first turned up in the korcari wilds, the same place we find flemeth in origins
  • the first kossith turned up around 100 years before the joining was invented; it’s highly likely that the joining is at least in part based off ancient elvhen rituals involving blood magic + dragons
  • the qunari have (allegedly) invented their own rituals involving blood magic + dragons, completely independently of the grey wardens. were they also based off ancient elvhen rituals, or passed down to them through their creator?
  • -410 ancient, the first time we hear about kossith, is way way too late for arlathan, which fell in -975; but honestly it wouldn’t be a stretch for the records to have been lost (thanks tevinter), the records to be somewhere we haven’t had access to them (u kno tevinter has a library of alexandria equivalent), or even for mythal to invent this whole practice after the fall of arlathan, as a direct response even maybe (if you watched your empire fall to tevinter, who better to invent than a race constantly at war with them?)
  • looking at the design & genetics of qunari, it’s honestly not a stretch at all to see elven, draconic, & even demonic influences

this is long as heck but basically in short: idk if i completely agree with this theory, but it sure is fun to think about holy hell

Arrival // Mark Tuan

Pairing: Mark (GOT7) x Reader

Genre: Fluff Imagine

Word Count: 1k

@softmarkiepooh says:  Can you write me a nice lil fluff where Mark picks you up from the airport after not seeing eachother for a month. (Preferably gender neutral or male reader) ❤❤❤

Author’s Note: Fun Fact: I’ve seen GOT7 twice. I’m still shook. They’re such perfect boys~

The day had finally arrived. Your boyfriend, Mark was finally on his way back from visiting his family in the U.S. It was a very long three weeks and you two had only been together for a few months before he had left for his trip to the states. You went all out and bought balloons and tied it to a little stuffed teddy bear that you knew would make him gush. His plane was set to land around 5:30 p.m. You wanted to go and have a fun date and catch up but you knew he would be really jet-lagged so you were fine with having a night in full of cuddling and spending time with each other.

You waited around with your ‘welcome back’ balloons and bear in anticipation. You thought his friends would want to join you but they were too busy with their jobs to go see him arrive at the airport. You waited impatiently as you looked down at your phone. 5:26 p.m.

You made you way over to the terminal where his plane was landing and as it taxied in, you couldn’t help but smile ear to ear. The thought of seeing your boyfriend again made you giddy with excitement. You squirmed your way right to the center of the awaiting crowd. This way he wouldn’t miss seeing you as he reached the terminal.

The terminal doors opened and you saw people coming off the plane one-by-one. You kept tilting your body and bouncing on your feet in pure happiness.

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6

Making a wheel

You will need:

  • cake tin (at least 12″ in diameter)
  • lazy susan turntable bearing
  • drill
  • rivet gun
  • tape measure/ruler
  • pen/pencil

Depending on how you attach the wheel to the cage you will also need:

  • cable ties

or

  • screwdriver
  • screws
  • washers
  • wood

How to make the wheel:

  1. Using a tape measure/ruler find the middle of tin on the outside, line up the lazy susan turntable bearing and mark where your holes will need to be 
  2. Find out what size rivet fits in the holes of your lazy susan turntable bearing and using a drill make holes of the appropriate size where you have marked on the tin
  3. If you are attaching the bearing from outside the tin go on the step 4, otherwise now is the time to attach the bearing to the piece of wood (this will need to be a few centimetres wider than the bearing so the wood doesn’t split when you screw in to it, but shouldn’t be wider than the wheel so that it doesn’t get chewed at).
  4. Place the rivet through the hole in the tin and the bearing and use the rivet gun to attach the two together. This takes a fair amount of force.
  5. File down any sharp edges you may have if the rivet didn’t break of smoothly and your wheel is ready to be attached to the cage, do this either with cable ties or if you have a piece of wood attached to the wheel use the screws and washers.

Reasons you might want to make your own wheel:

  • You can make sure the wheel is a suitable size
  • The wheel will have a solid base and back
  • Most commercially available wheels are made of plastic which will be chewed and need replacing

Choosing a cake tin: The tin will need to be at least 12″ in diameter so that your pets spine isn’t damaged, I went with a 13″ tin as this is the largest I could fit through the cage door. The tin should not be covered in anything such as teflon that will come off when chewed, iron or steel will rust when it gets damp (read: when it gets peed on), the tin here is anodised aluminium.

The original guide I followed used a 3″ lazy susan turntable bearing, this has to be attached to the tin from the outside which meant that it wasn’t possible to attach a piece of wood or anything to make it easier to attach to the side of the cage so these are attached with cable ties. The lazy susan turntable bearing I used this time is 6″ as I thought that this would give the wheel more stability and stop it rubbing against the side of the cage as it’s used (the other wheels have kitchen roll behind them to prevent the rubbing but this isn’t an ideal solution). The issue I have with the 6″ bearing is that it’s already loud on it’s own, I don’t know if this is an issue in general or just with the particular bearing I got.