HOUSE OF THE DRAGON – Season Two

DRAGON AGE FANS!!!

I’ve decided to open a new form of commission where I turn a character of your choice/oc into the Character Tiles!! More details for these commissions here; https://ko-fi.com/c/45b9ba1db8 ✨✨

thoughts on bellara? c:

Love her design! I agree orange and green do belong in each other’s arms. Very tender about her apple cheeks.

I know people love to grill her for her MASSIVE hair but I do think there was an asian influence to that choice. Look at some of these recreations of ancient chinese hairstyles! Very big and very bold.

big heavy hair was a quintessential look in korea also! so much so that it got outlawed lol. 얹은머리 👇

and her halla pin reminds me of our 비녀. they were historically carved into animals too like dragons and ducks!

TABRIS ORIGIN PROLOGUE / denerim's enclave, the day of the wedding.

on a second DA:I playthrough i’m noticing so much more foreshadowing in companion/advisor dialogue of how cadash/adaar/lavellan/tracelyan as a person HAS to be obliterated by the inquisition as a political, religious, and narrative force and the title of inquisitor.

mother giselle tells you from the beginning it doesn’t matter what you believe about being/not being the herald; you are an icon to the common people and the chantry.

josephine tells you after the truth about “andraste”/justinia is revealed in the fade—it doesn’t matter what you saw or felt, only what is remembered collectively.

dorian tells you if you ask to go with him to tevinter—you can never undo being the inquisitor, and would take away his agency just by being there.

varric tells you in haven that you’re a tragic hero, and asks at the wicked grace game if there is still a “you” separate from the inquisitor.

solas tells you in skyhold, if you tell him you intend to disband the inquisition, that the power you’ve amassed can’t be destroyed, and will only pass to less worthy hands if you relinquish it.

and all of that is just off the top of my head and comes up before ameridan’s name is ever mentioned.

and it’s all been said before but like! fuck! truth is the game was rigged from the start! you’ve been COOKED, inquisitor! YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME! it’s so fucking good

Chapter four

Upon a Chance | A Sensei wolf (Cobra Kai) x OC (older, European exchange student from Miyagi-Do that has a past she's trying to run from)

Previous chapter

Entering a nearby local pub, they, with surprise, were met with quite an inviting atmosphere, where it wasn't crowded for one, the lights casted a low glow and slow music played in the background.

They ambled over towards the darkly polished wooden bar counter. Lena then turned an amused brow at the towering man beside her when the barman came over.

"Well Wolf, what will it be," She murmered at him, which he in answer shook his head at in quiet amusement, all the while he let out a low grumble, which made her quirk her lips, and her eyes spark with interest at the atttactive sound.

Which wasn't the only attractive thing about the man, but Lena shook her head at the thought then.

He turned his head to the awaiting barman and in fluent Catalan ordered a scotch, which the barman simply nodded to, before he turned to her.

"The same as him," She simply says, which made the man beside her look upon her in interest now as well,

"And you speak Catalan as well, aren't you full of surprises." he murmered in appreciation, which she shook her head at with a grin.

"Likewise, although, I'm a bit rusty in it." She tells him, all the while she turns her attention to the barman, who is serving their drinks in front of them.

Taking a hold of their glasses, they then clink them against each other in a toast.

"So, what brings you to Barcelona?" Wolf then asks after taking a sip of his glass, while he watches her do the same.

Lena raises her eyes towards him then,

"Just visiting, you?" she tells him, which he quirks his lips at- at the guardedness of her answer, at the challenge of it all, of letting her open up to him, that is.

"The same." He then answers with a teasing edge, before he continues.

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" He then asks her, changing the subject to an easier one, but also because he was truly curious.

For she was good, great even.

"From my mother, who learned it from her brothers and so on- it is expected to know how to defend oneself in our family. And you?" She then lets out, before she awaits his answer in interest.

"Self-taught you can say, before I came under the tutelage of a sensei who fine-tuned my skills. " He opened, before he then continued to explain his journey to her, without truly letting out things that are better left unsaid, for he didn't want her to fly away just yet, not when he finds himself already enamoured with her.

The conversation then flowed naturally, and endlessly from there, with laughter mixed within and their voices dropping lower the longer they spoke, and leaned towards each other.

Their gazes held heat within them when one looked upon the other, unnoticed by by no one, but themselves. All the while everything around them blurred in the background.

Lena then felt a buzz go off in her pocket, which broke the spell between them.

Glancing at her phone, she then sighed, especially when she looked at the time. For it was really late.

Looking up at Wolf, who without even knowing the answer- seemed to understand.

"You're leaving," He then remarked, his tone neutral, while he locked his eyes on hers.

Wanting it not to end, even though he wouldn't openly say it.

"I do, I'm sorry." She told him, without anything more to it, for she did only promise him a drink, and while she liked - this, she wasn't the type to go 'home' with strangers.

Even when she felt an undeniable spark between them, and it didn't help that the man was rather handsome.

Pulling the barman over for the check she then quickly tapped her card on the reader without giving Wolf the chance to intervene, the soft answering beep signified her victory, which she then smugly grinned at.

"I'm a woman of my word, I did say that the drink was on me, " She simply explained to her companion, which he only huffs at.

"Yes, but you didn't have to," He remarked, amused but also exasperated.

She then stood up, but quirked her brow in surprise when she watched him do the same.

"You don't have to," She tells him, which he shakes his head at with a scoff, before he gazes intently at her.

"I want to." He simply says, before he moves his hand towards the door,

"Shall we?"

Lena only nodded, before they both walked towards the door, with Wolf gentlemanly holding the door once more open for her, which she thanks him for.

She then stretches her limbs outside in the crisp night air, with the distant hum of the city being the only sound around.

"I had a surprisingly good time," She then admits, her voice now more quiet, which he smiles at with a nod.

"So did I," He replied, his voice low, while his gaze was heavy with unspoken words.

"I'm going to go now-" She then announces before she slowly turns to go, but he then quickly, yet softly holds onto her hand, which took her by surprise.

His hold on her was firm, she looks to their joined hands then, before she slowly lifted her gaze to his burning one.

"Will I see you again?" He then asks her in a whisper, with an unguarded emotion, for he didn't want this to end.

Not yet at least.

Lena then studies him for a moment before a soft smile then forms on her lips.

"If fate allows it," She tells him with mischief, which he parts his lips at, before it stretches into a smile of his own. A quiet challenge simmered in the depths of his gaze, before they darkened and smoldered.

And hers softened in response then, and despite not wanting to do anything with the man, as she had wanted at first- she couldn't help but be drawn in by him.

The tension was palable then, and then he kissed her.

It was quick, searing and yet- surprisingly soft, and it lasted an eternity to them, when it in fact had been only for a moment. Warmth spread through their chests, making their hearts beat as one, and by the time their lips parted, with their breaths mingled, and lingering, for both were reluctant for it to end.

But she had to end it, for nothing good could come from this- and neither did she deserve to have anything good, for that sort of happiness wasn't meant for the likes of her.

And with a lingering gaze, she then stepped away, and finally walked away.

And Feng only watched as she dissapeared into the night, like a dream he had just woken up from, but the tingling feeling from his lips, and his racing pulse was proof enough that it hadn't been one.

My poor girl 🥲

And boy, I didn't know that I was going to do this so soon- but they KISSED OMG

Were you as surprised as I was?! If so, let me know! And what did you think of it, and the story overall? Pls tell me, don't be a silent reader, it doesn't matter if its short or small, I'd love to know what you think and it also gives me a boost to continue writing ya know )) <3

THE LAST KINGDOM | SEASON 1 SCENERY

For @volvaaslaug

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chappel roan vmas outfit was amazing! 🤩✨✨✨

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