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I'm so damn high 😆 😆 😆 😆

Let's see what my brain can't write up. 😆 🤣 😆 🤣 😆

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Part 2 of my Stardew Valley fan comic sketch wip!!

I will never actually finish a comic it will all be sketchies

Part 1 here!

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“Sweet talker…”

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You didn’t ask for me, but I’m here anyway, and I brought Casper.

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Bonus: It is no singing bird that greets Solas in the early hours of the next morning. It is Seeker Pentaghast screaming in front of the little house he inhabits.

He has been awake for some time and his guest is gone. Not too long ago Lavellan had left, so when Cassandra bursts into the door there is no questionable circumstances she can find the apostate in. The herald sleeping in his bed (even with him not in it and having chosen the floor) is not a good look. Without knocking Cassandra comes in. Rude but expected.

"Apos-... Solas, have you seen the herald? ", she starts and Solas raises an eyebrow.

"You have lost the chosen child?", he asks only a bit of amusement in his voice. Cassandra's eyes become narrow.

Then a soft voice from behind her says: "Are you looking for me? I'm terribly sorry. Nature called, haha... I probably don't take the heavy food here too well", Lavellan says and looks into the door and gives Solas a small good morning nod, before Cassandra takes her to talk about something important Solas guesses and he resumes to his book.

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luv the idea of an elvhen inquisitor who gets worse as solas gets better - an inquisitor, initially, so optimistic about this world, a dalish herald who wants so badly to be a sign of peace and good and kindness in the world, broken down by the constant assault of andrastian idealism that they face, by the pitying looks on mother giselle’s face, as though they can’t possibly understand the religious implications, the poor little rabbit. an inquisitor who protests, at every turn, the idea of belonging to a human Maker, whose beliefs in the gods of their people are always belittled as lesser, as uninformed, as wild and feral and childish, by a chantry that expects its worship, that feels it owed. give me solas becoming more human and an elven herald becoming more unraveled, more angry, more desperate to shake the image of the human god whose shadow they walk in.

god, imagine solas, realizing, for the first time, that these people might be real enough to care about, at the same time that a dalish herald realizes that there isn’t enough left to save.

give me an angry inquisitor, righteous and whole, clutching at their own gods and goddesses, grinding their heels in against a world that would see it erased. give me a herald who hears the chant and seethes, who would, in the end, bring the whole world down if it meant, fundamentally, never being treated as lesser for their belief in the religion of their people, never being hailed as the horseman of an unfamiliar and irrelevant god, and never, gods willing, hearing that goddamn shemlen song about the dawn coming again

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apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life

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Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell

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WTF? Weight has nothing to do with that shit. Smh. And what business is it, of theirs? It's not. I hope their lunacy didn't hurt your feelings in any way.

Just had a patient ask me if my husband was cheating on me and told me he should because I'm fat.

Jfc. 😂 I can't. Like bby what are you doing. Go to bed and let me get my notes done

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i feel like the earthborn background should come up more often

#its a punch in the gut but in the best way #thane krios #commander shepard #mass effect #I feel an urge to write about this now

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Reblog if you think a woman can be complete without children

Y’ALL HAVE TIME TO REBLOG THIS. IT TAKES LESS THAN FIVE SECONDS.

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I wonder if Mirabel is the favorite Madrigal for most of the town.

Because while there's some obvious pity there for her being the only born Madrigal without a gift she's still, well, the only born Madrigal without a gift. The only Madrigal that's like the rest of them.

I mean clearly Encanto is a close community and they all love the Madrigal's for how they help the town but they're still a bunch of super powered people in an isolated place. It wouldn't surprise me if at some point down the line they started being looked at with some fear, like what was already happening with Bruno.

It's like that one post that talked about the potential of "Encanto Gothic" and the unsettlingness of the Madrigal's gifts. Like there are some things that can be turned to fear or can be used the see the family as gods.

Never say anything bad about the Madrigal's, they will always know. Your secrets are never really secret for she hears all.

Are you sure you really know who you're looking at? How can you ever be sure if it's truly your mother or friend you're speaking to. You see your brother joking and laughing with another you down the road, he doesn't seem to realize its not you.

Don't invoke the wrath of the middle triplet, lest you want a hurricane to appear at the drop of a hat and blow you away.

Dont upset the youngest, he may be all thats keeping the jaguar from eating us all.

Nothing can get in or out of Encanto thanks to those mountains, the Madrigal magic made sure of it.

But then you have Mirabel. Who's giftless like the rest of the town. Who is clumsy and a bit awkward. Who reminds them that the Madrigal's are still human. That they, while blessed with incredible abilities, aren't gods separate from everyone else.

While the town was probably very confused and concerned when Mirabel didn't get a gift, there was still likely some subconscious relief and a bit more appreciation for her.

#encanto

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Please please

Take. A. Break.

The translating can wait.

It all can wait.

Your health is more important!

health is not being good it sucks

staring at the screen too much because of the load of translating that needs to be done ends up in eye fatigue and it itches like hell

cold weather that has been around for weeks means having to deal with sneezing and a running nose if it gets too bad

habit of sitting strangely means legs ache randomly and had to limp down the stairs yesterday because ankle said fuck no

#rambles #concern #postmortem bookworm

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Nearly 700 words down for my fanmade elvhen dictionary! The more you make the easier it gets

Word of the day: Arla’heema: trapper. Arla (trap) + heema (maker; builder).

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Thinking about how utterly nightmarish soulmate AUs are. There is a physical mark carved into your person as a constant reminder that on your own, you are not whole. In our world, the human body is a complete and individual thing, but in soulmate AUs, you are forcibly tied to someone and a timer counting down to when you will meet is embedded in your skin and you cannot get it out. You can try desperately to stay alone or love someone who is not your soulmate, but the clock will not stop ticking and fate will not change. The most momentous occasion in your life is meeting someone else, an occasion burned into your skin. This is a horror story.