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never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual how late it is in her timezone when she starts posting about that bisexual man

#i am in this image and i do not like it #meirl

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she's a business woman!

#d20

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Slow and steady. 40 New Limited Edition prints of this matching fella are now available at the link in my bio.

#art

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— chuck palahniuk, haunted

#untamed

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"fenris hates all mages" counterpoint: he just has beef with Anders Specifically

#i love these snarky little guys #the kirkwall crew has mean girls energy that always sends me #da

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random dash inspectionnnnn 🎩🔎 ....clean as a whistle

#dropout

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#art

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WIP Wednesday Thursday!

Who's even keeping track anymore!

Hiya! I wanted everyone to know I'm alive! Hurrah! And to show it, I've got a bit of a WIP I've been working on. I wanted to see my Warden, Champion, and Inquisitor all in one place, so I'm tweaking canon a bit and just throwing the two boys and one enby together. Tossing them like a salad; call me romaine

Here's a bit of what I've been working on (a little is below the Read More because I've actually been hard at work on this).

“I appreciate your answering our request,” Thales said. “The fact that you chose to come in person to help us resolve this speaks volumes to the magnitude of your dedication. I am exceedingly grateful.”

“It’s nothing,” Alistair said. “As a Warden, it’s my responsibility to attend to all matters pertaining to Wardens and the Blight.” Alistair didn’t mention how absolutely stifled and overwhelmed and bored he’d felt in the castle because Anora had told him that wouldn’t be polite.

“I cede myself to your generous expertise,” Thales replied with a sweeping bow, and ah. Alistair could see why Anora didn’t really like the Inquisitor. Despite lacking the accent, he was far too Orlesian for someone with Anora’s upbringing. After the Blight, Alistair typically wasn’t too fond of Orlesians either.

But Thales straightened himself out and grinned, a self-aware tilt to his lips, and Alistair found himself thinking the Inquisitor wasn’t too bad. A bit showy, like Zevran, but he’d been wrong about Zevran back in the day, so who was he to judge?

“Our council on the Warden conundrum is convening on the battlements,” the Inquisitor continued. “The Champion of Kirkwall has come, as Warden matters pertain directly to their brother, and they have close contact with the Warden who first blew the whistle on the Wardens’ strange activity. The Warden Commander has also come, all the way from Weisshaupt—I hadn’t expected him to even answer our letters, but my spymaster insisted we at least try, and I trusted her over anyone else to somehow manage it.”

Alistair froze. He could feel his comically shocked expression as it formed, but couldn’t bring himself to care. The Warden Commander? He was here?

Thales’s smile had gone simultaneously pleased and amused. “If it pleases Your Majesty, he may head to the battlements now, and I shall join the council presently. I have a few things left to do before I can attend with my full attention.”

“Of course, yes, that’s totally fine,” Alistair rambled. His skin itched beneath his fine clothes. His head was already turning back toward the door.

“I’ll be there soon,” Thales repeated, then turned and walked away, immediately caught not two steps away in a conversation with an advisor of his.

Alistair hardly noticed. He pivoted on his heel and started back out the door, his body traitorously flushing, his mind racing with too many thoughts to catalogue properly, save a few repeating stand-outs—Does he even remember me? Does he want to see me? How has he been? Why didn’t he come see me before?

Alistair ascended the last of the steps, trying to calm the raging typhoon in his chest, trying to quiet the thunder of his heart. Two people stood side-by-side: the first, a tall person with dark hair, head half-shaven down to stubble, a dark mustache and beard beneath an aristocratic nose smudged across in blood red. The second, a familiar waterfall of ginger hair (he hadn’t braided it today), thick eyebrows resting low over a mismatched pair of eyes, one blue as moonlit waters, the other as brown as the densely-wooded forests he so dearly loved.

He was unmistakable. To Alistair, he always would be.

Thelien Mahariel turned his head as Alistair finally reached the upper walls, perceptive as ever. His murky expression at once cleared, his lips parting in surprise. Alistair grinned, sheepish.

Thelien approached at once, dressed down to a Warden’s gambeson and some well-tailored trousers made to tuck into his habitual foot wrappings. Alistair privately longed to be wearing his Warden armor, feeling ill-suited for the royal ensemble he’d been forced to wear.

Thelien didn’t look anywhere but Alistair’s eyes, and with that look, the last of Alistair’s insecurities melted away. Thelien fell to an easy stop before him, a bit of his long hair still flowing with his momentum. He tilted his head back to look up at Alistair.

“Hi,” Alistair said, nerves making his voice waver.

“Lethallin,” Thelien breathed, as if able to for the first time in a decade.

“I’m so happy and relieved to see you,” Alistair said. Thelien had made him aware long ago he preferred not to mince words, and that he found Alistair’s earnestness a haven in a human world he was wildly uncomfortable in.

A smile broke across Thelien’s face like sunlight after a harrowing storm. Something in Alistair’s chest squeezed. “Weisshaupt could not keep me away.”

They stood there a moment, near and quiet, and Alistair could almost pretend it was ten years ago, and they had just finished a drawn-out skirmish, and Thelien was messily applying poultice to Alistair’s busted forehead while Alistair insisted he was fine.

But nothing stays. Thelien reached a hand to Alistair’s cheek, brows furrowing, eyes flitting about Alistair’s face. No doubt cataloguing all the ways time had changed Alistair. Thelien hardly looked different at all—no, perhaps just a bit more regal in the way he stood, in the effortless grace of his movement, in the confidence in his actions.

“You look pale,” he murmured, concern in his rumbling voice. “What have they done to you?”

“Nothing I didn’t deserve,” Alistair joked, and this close, he could see the edges of Thelien’s eyes tighten, distressed. “It was a joke,” he hastily amended.

“A poor one,” Thelien replied, a gentle scold. “You know how I hate that particular joke of yours.”

I tag @exantivancrow, @regard-me-not, @teahugsandcookies, @dungeons-and-dragon-age, and anyone else with something they'd like to share this week! Absolutely zero pressure!

#creative blurb #i live! #im alive! #huzzah! #da #uhhhh how do i tag my shit again lmfao #thelien mahariel #thales trevelyan #noel hawke #noel is 'ser barely appearing in this preview' lmfao #edited bc i literally forgot to tag people lmfao

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can't sleep while they're all watching

#fe3h

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My beloved 🫶

#bg3

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lmao

#alternate theory: my mans truly believes its only five and just genuinely forgor #how did varric ‘steel trap memory’ tethras forget something? simple: he didnt care about it #da #friends

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A dress suggestion on twitter I couldn't skip, I should totally add my durge reaction eheh

#bg3

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No but what if when they reconstitute the wrath god, Cassandra's partner - it's this:

#d20

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THE MAN | THE SACRIFICE

"perhaps one day we will meet again as characters in a different story maybe we'll share a liftetime then" - Pavana, "Perhaps One Day"

redo of this post

#bg3

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wonder why you might think wyll is more responsible for the terrible things that happened to him than astarion is. hmm. wonder why.

#bg3 #here in wyll nation we dont tolerate that nonsense

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Hello, today is my birthday, and I would like to share a comic I made in the last year with you. It's called Broomistega and Thrinaxodon.

This comic was originally printed with yellow, fluorescent pink, light teal, and violet risograph inks. Physical copies are available in my shop.

#crying. my heart. #art #my absolute favorite thing

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If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

#meirl #i am so sorry especially to laya who has tagged me twice recently and i havent done them 😭 #i saw them and i love them and im sorry