I See Halla-coded Lavellans And Wolf/predator-coded Lavellans Everywhere — And I Love Them! I Love

morfydd bts <3

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

Aethelflaed, Lady of the Mercians I The Last Kingdom, 4.09

Gisela in 2x07

Inspired by @mojogifs beautiful gisela gifset

✦ GALADRIEL & ELROND ✦ LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER S2E1 "Elven Kings Under the Sky"

we go on your [sigtryggr's] signal.

Sketches of some of the new companions!!

I see halla-coded Lavellans and wolf/predator-coded Lavellans everywhere — and I love them! I love all of you!

Today I wanna talk about shepherd-coded Lavellan. The one who wanders, guarding her flock. Because she has so many people she loves, and who love her in return, but they don't understand. Not the way she does, seeing what she has seen. Looking the Dread Wolf in his eyes, watching him turn away, every line of his form cusping on turning back, coming back, coming back.

They are her flock, and so she must tend to them. Not because the shepherd is worth more than the sheep, but because their roles are different. Without them, she would not be herself.

But no shepherd is a shepherd without the wolf, either. The shepherd may guard her flock, but that is not where her eye must remain more often than not.

Always, the shepherd must watch the shadowed treeline. Always, she must await the wolf. It is her purpose: to be of use to her sheep, she must turn away from them, again and again and again, to watch for the monstrous. To warn them away.

To convince the fanged beast, whether with word or weapon, not to attack.

To be the shepherd is to be the in-between, as inextricable from the flock as from the wolf. And, if she does her job well, the sheep will never understand why she watches for threats that never seem to befall them.

But the wolf—the wolf will always know.

malcolm 'I would commit blood magic before I'd become an absent father' hawke really out there answering the question no one had ever dared to ask before... what if the ghost haunting the narrative was a dilf