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[dragonagecompanions]

Could you do like a head cannon for like 1920 noir inquisitor companions/romances

You have to listen to this while you read.

Cassandra: She's a hardened murder cop with a hidden love for romance and no mercy for the criminal underground. She wrote the book on playing by the rules, but when things get tough she'll stab the book and do what's right.

Varric: Sometimes an author has to know his element to discover the truth. Few people would expect the renowned serial novelist to be caught dead in a speakeasy as seedy as the Hanged Man, but with a pencil behind his ear (and a hand always ready on a pistol with his lover's named carved into the barrel) he's always on the hunt for a story.

Solas: A bartender more comfortable with spirits than people, the elf behind the bar at the Dread Wolf is a hard man to read. Good for stiches in a pinch and no slouch in a fight when it suits his fancy, he owes no power in the city alliegence-- and no one knows his end game.

Blackwall: It takes guts to fake your way into a gang like the Wardens, but Thom Rainier's in too deep to back out now. With a dead man's name and street rep to keep the dogs at bay the hardened enforcer can only try to atone for his past-- and fight for a better future.

Vivienne: Very little is known about Madame de Fer, owner and operator of the more exclusive brewery this side of the Tevinter boarder, except that her gin has never seen a bath tub and the Templars don't bother her supply.

Any resemblance to the renowned socialite Vivienne the Enchantress is rarely commented onl; those who do rarely repeat the mistake.

Sera: With the gang warfare, the police cracking down on the littles and the templars hunting any unregulated booze for their prohibition on alcohol someone has to look out for the little guy. No one is really sure who Red Jenny is, but everyone knows that the street kids and pick pockets and beat down element knows her name-- and she is always watching.

The abandoned warehouse on the dock is her headquarters, full of her ill gotten gains and home to the fences who turn it into cash. Nobody starves and everyone profits. A tidy business, yeah?

Dorian: Everyone knows that there is more going on behind the scenes of the Halward Pavus Memorial Library than meets the eye, but no matter how many times it's raided the head archivist is always completely above suspicion. Books and learning are all that linger in those hallowed halls--please try to be quiet on your way out.

But everyone knows that at night Dorian Pavus puts down the index carts and hard backs to pursue his true passion-- and that the Tevinter will pay up to four sovereigns for a fresh corpse*. Medical science is varely stumbling into the light, and if his books on anatomy -so accurate as to be used as reference during surgeries- then the long hours spent on the dissecting table are well worth it.

The Iron Bull: Someone needs to make sure that the beer, wine, whiskey and gin finds its way from hidden distilleries to the thirsty patrons of the city's illicit watering holes. The Chargers are the best, expensive but worth the money to get things where they are going. With a sapper from the wars on tap rumor says they have their own tunnels under the city, but no one knows anything for certain. He runs a clean crew, dependable and honest. Madam de Fer makes frequent use of them.

And if The Iron Bull also reports to the higher ups in the Qun, the north side gang just waiting for a chance to take it all, that's his own business. Straining loyalties may bring it to a show down, but for now he's willing to ride the knife edge.

Cole: No one can really remember when the fortune teller's shop opened at the edge of town. One day it was simply there, mysterious and festooned with gauzy curtains and wreathed in fragrant incense. The nug motif is...a little odd, sure, but tame compared to the figure behind the crystal ball.

It's hard to see his eyes behind the wide brimmed hat, and those who do meet his gaze can't claim to enjoy the experience. But Cole has a way of getting into your head to the deepest thoughts and secrets waiting there and finding the best solutions. Whether he can see the future or not, enough people are willing to try to keep the doors open.

For now.

(I really couldn't figure out the romances. Hope this serves!)

(*in Canada and the US, the resurrectionist movement was still going strong into the late 1950s!)

Mod Fereldone

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[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Angel Shows You His Poetry

(A/N: I head cannon Angel as being a fan of poetry, and writes some of his own in his spare time. Originally this was gonna be a little huskerdust oneshot, but after a very stressful 10 minutes I concluded that I did not know how to write for Husk. So until I figure him out, I turned this into a Scenario. I kept it pretty neutral, so feel free to interpret your relationship with him as romantic or platonic) ⚠WARNING, WARNING⚠ It's sort of angsty? KInd of? I dunno, i'm warning you anyway just in case

"Hey, what's this?"

You carefully pick up the pink binder filled to the brim with paper from off of the floor, the words "poetic shit" written in the center in swirly black lettering. "Oh hey, how'd that get out here? Nugs must have been messing around under my bed and pushed it out." As if on que, Fat Nuggets wiggles himself out from underneath Angel's bed, sniffing slightly as he waddles over to him. "What is it?" You flip it open for only a second before Angel pulls it out of your hands, tossing it onto his pillow nonchalantly as he sits down on his bed, Fat Nuggets cradled in his lower set of arms, already fast asleep. "Nothing nothing, just some like joke poetry nonsense I write sometimes whenever I'm feeling bored." You had never really taken Angel as the artistic type. It wasn't totally unbelievable, but it was kind of hard to picture. And out of all the things... Poetry? It was intriguing to say the least. "Can I see them?" Angel gave you a look. He was hesitant. Nervous even. But he quickly covered it up with a smirk as he grabbed the binder and flipped it open, pulling out a small handful of pages. "Of course! Here's some of my best work. It's some real Shakespearean stuff, believe me~." There was something tucked away beneath the surface of his expression. Something you couldn't quite place. You wanted to prod, but you decided against it. Maybe it's nothing.

The poems he showed you were about what you expected. It was basically the typical sex jokes he'd tell usually, only now they rhymed and were in glittery pink cursive writing. So why were you still disappointed? It was Angel. What did you expect? But still... You had a feeling there was more to it. More to him. "Oink!" Fat Nuggets poked his head up from Angel's arms, squirming further against him as he attempted to press his nose against the hand Angel was using to hold one side of the binder. "Ahaha! Nugs! Come on little fella, cut that out, eheha!" A page from the binder came loose as Angel lifted it up in order to get it away from Fat Nuggets curious snout, falling face-up in front of your feet. As you lean down to pick it up, you quickly notice that the page is older than the others you read, based off the slight yellow tinge and tears at the corners. "Woah woah, hey, hold on a second-" His words don't register in your mind as you begin to smooth out the pages creases, taking notice of the complete shift of writing style. It was written in regular black pen, in print instead of cursive, was much longer than his other poems, and it didn't rhyme. And as you carefully scanned the words on the page, you find yourself getting lost in the literature before you, unaware of the way his cheeks paled as you read silently.

Hot And Cold

How does one ever survive in the cold? I may never truly know the answer Yet in spite of such, I am living in it, overtaken by the icy frost I breathe in the air that surrounds the space between us, and my chest burns My lungs filled with ice crystals, and I shiver I'm cold So very very cold I beg of you, I beg Let me feel your warmth If not only for a moment A second A fraction of that time My mind freezes over, and I forget my name Tell me what my name is Unthaw my snow covered mind Whisper warmth into my skull and melt the ice away So I may know the feeling of being alive again You hold me, and I feel warm So so so warm Too warm It burns All I ever wanted was to feel warm But who am I to deny your heat? So I dare not turn you away Burn away my skin, and consume my flesh in flames Tear away my cooked remains, and lick my bones clean Bury me in the ground, and let the earth take root in my marrow May my sullied remains be worthy enough to bear fruit That is my only use My only use The flames between us glow dimly A raging forest fire, now a mere candle, flickering in the wind I am warm I know just who I am I am real, raw, and absolute I could just about say my name My name is... The candle flame flickers and goes out You're gone I feel cold I don't know who I am I'm so cold So so cold

You were speechless. You only start to realize you're tearing up when you notice your tears dripping onto the page. You wipe your cheeks with your sleeve before looking up towards Angel, his gaze locked onto you anxiously as he balled up and released his fists repeatedly. He didn't rush to take the page from you like you expected, or even tried to play it off like a joke. He just sat quietly, waiting for you to say something. Anything. You smiled softly as you held it out towards him. "This is beautiful Angel." He smiled back.

"Thank you. Just... Thank you."

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[gaystan]

average catg segment

CLYDE: Okay, so, before I forget, okay.

JIMMY: (laughing)

CLYDE: The other day, I can’t believe I haven’t told you guys this yet. So I was eating at McDonald’s for breakfast,

TOLKIEN: McDonald’s for breakfast?

CLYDE: When I sat down for my feast a guy walked into the door, looked at me and said, “Idiot can’t even make his own pancakes. How pathetic,” and walked out.

JIMMY: (laughing)

CLYDE: Don’t laugh at that!

CRAIG: I mean, it’s a- it’s a power play.

CLYDE: I tried to enjoy my meal, but all I could taste were dejection and tears. How can I track this guy down, explain how restaurants work, project the image of a man who definitely understands the concept of making pancakes to every stranger I encounter?

CRAIG: (laughing)

TOLKIEN: Here’s the thing. This thing this person did was… wrong? But also, I think very funny maybe? Also?

JIMMY: I think the alternative is you walk into a Pizza Hut and go “These fuckin’ idiots don’t know how to make their own pizza, BYE!”

TOLKIEN: There’s a nicer way of doing this. Walk into a McDonald’s. See someone eating a stack of pancakes. Hand them a recipe for pancakes, and then walk out.

CRAIG: Mhm.

JIMMY: That’s the suh-suh-sweet way of doing it, you’re right, Tolkien. You walk in, you hand them a recipe for pancakes, and you say, “for next time!”

CLYDE: (Laughing) For next time, try this!

CRAIG: I wanna be.

TOLKIEN: If you do it wrong, they’re crepes.

CRAIG: I wanna be in the head of the person who’s walking by McDonald’s, sees someone eating a stack of pancakes, is like, “I gotta go in there and say something.”

CLYDE: Fuckin’ double parks-

JIMMY: (doing a voice) Victoria, just go ‘round the block. I’m just- I’m just gonna be a sec.

CLYDE: I think he went in wanting to buy something, and just-

CRAIG: Pancakes are very easy to make at home-

TOLKIEN: Deceptively. Deceptively difficult, Craig.

CRAIG: You didn’t learn how to cook until you were twenty-three,

TOLKIEN: Getting the right pan temperature?

JIMMY: Now, it is undeniable that McDonald’s does have d-d-duh-dark, arcane, breakfast treats, that like, you tell me how they make that McGriddle, with the fuckin’, with the biscuit, with the syrup nugs,

CLYDE: They have these magical crystals of syrup-

JIMMY: A wuh- a wizard gave ‘em. A syrup wizard. A Canadian syrup wizard. A maplewitch. That’s why it was such a big deal when they did breakfast all day, ‘cause they’re burning through the non-renewable resource of syrup crystals so fast.

CLYDE: (doing a voice) You’ve run out of syrup crystals?? We’re running low on syrup crystals!! Call the maplewitch!

TOLKIEN: Clyde, it’s not funny that you got bullied and it’s not funny that this person was an ass. What’s funny is the idea of walking into a restaurant just- pre-angry, that people here are eating things that they could just as easily make at home.

CLYDE: (laughing)

CRAIG: Does he walk into autobody shops and say “Change your own oil! Idiots!”

TOLKIEN: Idiot doesn’t even know how to do a triple bypass!

JIMMY: Just saying, if this happened to me it would make my fucking week.

CLYDE: Really?? It totally bummed me out!!

JIMMY: Seriously?

CLYDE: I went to McDonald’s and someone put me on blast for eating pancakes at McDonald’s! I felt-

CRAIG: Let’s start with the big problem. One, you’re eating in the McDonald’s.

CLYDE: We’ve talked about- yeah. You guys have found some problems with eating inside the fast food establishment.

JIMMY: Fast food restaurants are, by definition, a gun that sh-shoo-shoots burgers at you.

CLYDE: So for you to go inside the gun and retrieve the burgers like a dragon’s horde, is, um-

TOLKIEN: What if it was at a different location? Something nice?

CLYDE: If a stranger yells at me about the food I’m eating I’m not gonna give a fuck- I don’t care if I’m at the Jiro Dreams of Sushi restaurant. Somebody kicks in the door and is like, “Can’t make your own sushi!” I’m like, “Oh, my dinner’s ruined.”

CRAIG: You’re at the fancy sushi place and a guy says you can’t even make your own sushi and your first reaction is “he’s right” ?

CLYDE: No, my first reaction would be, “Oh no, a stranger yelled at me.” How are you not getting that? I don’t want a stranger to yell at me in any situation, any circumstance!

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[obsessedwithlute]

All That I'd Got ~ Lute x OC Fic *Chapter One*

@oneoftheeggs

"Heaven is just as fucked up as Hell is. Maybe even more so."

Adam took in a little girl and raised her to be his weapon. But something clearly went wrong when she fell in love with the Exorcist. So what to do besides banish her to hell? Clearly, he underestimated her, because she somehow manages to survive being Angel Dust's roommate.... And now she's out for revenge.

He was late. Why the hell was he late? Elorie had followed him for a week, memorized his schedule, enlisted a fucking hacker to gain access to his calendar.

And yet the one day her existence depended on his showing up, Angel Dust couldn’t be bothered to arrive at the bar. Such was her luck. The bartender stormed over to Elorie’s table and demanded to know why she hadn’t bought a drink.

Elorie decided not to mention she’d never consumed alcohol and ordered something random. She took a few sips of the drink while staring at the decrepit door. It tasted like shit.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the very pink-clad spider demon she had been looking for stormed inside. Not one to wait around, Elorie made her way across the bar towards Angel Dust and clapped her hand on his shoulder.

The sinner spun around and stared at her. “What?” he demanded. “It’s my night off, so you can wait until tomorrow.”

“Not interested,” Elorie said. “Trust me, I picked your night off for a reason. We need to talk, free of distractions.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” the pornstar asked.

“No,” Elorie told him. “I’m just someone who needs your help.”

“This is hell, toots,” Angel told her. “No one helps anyone here.”

“Believe me, I’m painfully aware,” Elorie said. “But still, I’m asking for your help. Because what do I have to lose?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Angel Dust asked, winking.

“I suppose this is the part where I tell you my whole backstory and repent for all my sins?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“What…”

Shit. This is hell. Remember that, you idiot.

“Okay, so because you obviously can’t take anything other than a straight statement, I will simply give you one. I want to live in your apartment. I will pay half the rent. I will not be leaving except for when I want to and when we’re out of food.”

“Straight?” Angel laughed. “Perish the thought.”

“Yes or no? I don’t have all day,” Elorie hissed.

“Elorie, we’re dead. Neither of us need food.” “First of all, I like food. Second of all, why do you care? Third of all, give me a fucking answer.”

Angel Dust slouched into a chair. “Why don’t you answer a question of my own first?” Elorie towered above him, glaring. “And that question would be…?”

“Why do you want to stay at my apartment?”

“Uh, I need a roof over my head. I’m virtually broke but somehow Lucifer still implements fucking rent fees. And you’re my ideal roommate.”

“How the hell am I your ‘ideal roommate’?” Angel demanded.

“You like pink, you won’t be around a lot and you’re only ninety-eight percent an asshole,” Elorie said primly.

“Most people would consider that to be a high asshole percentage,” the spider demon said, batting his eyelashes.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, because I don’t!” Elorie announced. She stared at him. “Think of the extra alcohol you can buy with that money that won’t have to go to rent…” She waved her hand in front of his face like a crystal.

Angel smirked. “Well, who am I to say no to alcohol? Ground rules are feed Fat Nuggets when he asks and no asking questions.”

“Who or what is a Fat Nug-”

Angel Dust waved his finger. “Uh-uh-uh. I said no questions.” Elorie rolled her eyes.

c. 100 years previously

Elorie stomped her foot on the arrow buried in the ground. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. She’d been trying for weeks to find a weapon she could actually fight with, but to no avail.

The arrow cracked in half and Elorie bent down to pick it up and throw it away. A few tears pricked her eyes, but she brushed them away quickly. “Crying won’t make you stop sucking,” she whispered to herself.

Elorie disposed of the arrow and stormed back to the training grounds, struggling to lift up a sword that was too heavy for her, but just maybe if she could wield it, it would show them just how strong she was!

Strong enough to be an Exterminator, to be worthy, to be noticed.

Elorie’s wings tensed as she dragged the blade over to a dummy target and swung as hard as she could at it.

She collapsed to the ground, out of breath.

“Wow,” someone said from above her. “Who the hell thought it was a good idea to have a little kid at the training area?”

Elorie looked up and wrinkled her nose when she saw who it was. “Lute,” she hissed. “You’re barely three years older than me. We’re both just little kids. But I need to practice so I can get better.”

“Mm-hm, and how’s that working out for you?” The angel rolled her eyes. “You can’t fight with that thing. I doubt that even I could.” “You’re not that good,” Elorie protested. “And besides, we both Adam would make me an Exorcist sooner than he would you.”

“I’m better than you. And I always will be. Just because you’re Adam’s sister doesn’t mean that you’re better than me. When has he ever played favorites with you?”

Elorie racked her brain for one time, coming up empty. “Well- well-” she sputtered- “If you’re so good, why don’t you teach me?!” Lute laughed. “Yeah, no. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” She paused, something strange flickering across her face. Then she sighed and searched in her pocket for something, removing a glittering, sharp javelin. She threw it in front of Elorie. “Here. Just… take it. Pretend you’re stabbing me or something.”

Then she raised her wings to the air and left.

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[anderstrevelyan]

Ten Random Lines Tag

A line (or a few) from ten fics? Why not! (Thanks for the tag, @my-dumb-obsessions!)

I don't actually have ten fics, but I'll throw in some from unpublished chapters under the cut. And I'll leave this as an open tag—if you feel like doing this, consider yourself tagged. (It certainly took a while to gather, but what a fun scroll through a year's worth of writing!)

I'd Run If I Were You (T, Inquisitor Anders prologue)

“Blondie, I don’t think there’s a soul in Thedas who doesn’t know what happened.” He glances around, but there’s only a pair of nugs chasing each other through the brush. “I have a million questions. But considering the Seeker might appear at any moment, I’ll ask the most important one. You are innocent, right? And I think that’s more of a question for you, Justice.”

2. The Other Half (M, Inquisitor Anders prologue, but from Justice's perspective)

When she does flicker into view, in fits and starts and never for long, she looks right through him, eyes red and brow strained, too occupied with her own pain. He reaches a hand to her shoulder, but it passes through—he can only be a firm presence if she wills it. He should be frustrated. He’s here to find a way to Anders, to continue their work, their struggle, their purpose. But he feels…tenderness. A distraction.

3. Januanders 2022 prompts (T, how about some Anders & Cole?)

Undaunted, he keeps going. “Years of trying, hoping, helping, but no one can free the city from its chains. Red crystal glistening, the sun’s brand blistering, grand ones not listening—backed into a corner, backed by no one, one last desperate push to make them see.” Anders puts his head in his hands, tries to count his breaths. He feels a hand on his shoulder, soft and strong. “Cole would have thanked you.”

4. Force of Nature (E, Amell/Anders, from the published chapters)

Anders keeps watching him as he heads purposefully to find another way around, the knight he’d introduced as Mhairi close behind. He’s ditched the robes for tight trousers and Warden silver and blue, and really leaned in to that full face of stubble, but the thing Anders notices most—the thing he notices about anyone he stumbles across from before—is how much older he looks. How much time has passed. 

And he really doesn’t like to think about the time he lost.

Plus six more under the cut, all unpublished. (One's from the smut file, just as a spice warning!)

5. Untitled Dark Ritual project (unpublished, E, Amell/Morrigan)

“Don’t go,” he says, trying to make it light like he had all those other nights, asking her to stay just a little longer, until she’d steal away to her own tent until dawn. But just as he’d known then, that she’d never spend the night sprawled against him in sleep, he can hear the hollowness in his own hoarse voice. The desperately held hope.

6. Some near-future Force of Nature (unpublished, E, Amell/Anders)

The ogre is still, staring violently into Amell’s face just inches away. And the way he’s looking back—triumphantly, taunting the thing—that’s when Anders notices the blood flowing from his palm, understands the darkspawn giant's anger. He can hear its huffed breath even from here.

7. Do I have a section in Scrivener that's all of my unpublished Amell/Anders smut? Yes! (I'll get there in the longfic eventually)

He lets out a small sound as Anders starts moving lower, before he realizes now might be a time to dig in to that old self-control, that quiet, as he hears the voices of the other Wardens at the campfire not too far away. But as Anders kisses down his chest, his stomach, to his inner thighs, his self-control’s harder and harder to grip onto. He grips the bedroll instead, and finds he couldn’t be silent if he tried as he takes him into his mouth. 

8. Some far-future Force of Nature (again, unpublished, Amell/Anders)

Each time a patient slips in past the lantern-lit door, he sees a reflection in their face, the reverence and respect and regard they have for their healer. The way he’s become their bright light. The same thing he’s never stopped being for Garrett. 

But as he waits, boots crossed and clothing caught on a splinter-filled crate, as he watches the furrowed set of Anders’ brows, the eye contact quickly flicked away, Garrett realizes—slowly, painfully—that the lantern is no longer lit for him. 

9. Even further in the future? (still Amell/Anders)

He knows he’ll wake up tomorrow with his nightmare’s screams fresh in his head, the image of Kirkwall’s dead burned behind his eyes, but for today, just for a while, maybe he can live in this dream. The soft breeze in the grass, the warm sun on his face, Garrett’s hand held tightly in his.

10. And finally here's a little lute prompt I wrote for Stories of Thedas (you guessed it! Same pairing):

Anders bounds into the room, beaming, so bright it takes Garrett a moment to register the object in his hands. “Oh no. What’s that?”

He collapses sideways onto the bench beside him, drapes his legs over Garrett’s, and leans forward to kiss his cheek. “It’s a lute.” 

“Well, yes. I meant, why do you have that?”

“It’s Justice’s. No, really! We were at the market and he said something about wanting to understand art, ‘which seems to be an integral part of the mortal experience,’ blah, blah, blah. But he’s, well, horrific. Must be the decaying fingers. Or the lack of human emotion. But! I figured, I have fingers. I have feelings. Many of them about you. Can I play you something?” 

He can’t say no, never to him. 

He’s horrific, too, messy and out of tune, but it’s heartfelt, honest, heartwarming in its earnestness. Garrett puts an arm around his back and rests his head on his shoulder as he listens. Curled up against him with a smile on his lips. 

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[1004tyun-archive]

mommy i miss you so much already i wish i could be in your arms right now while we cuddle and kiss 🥺🥺🩷 i don’t have much to talk about… i’m watching a playthrough at the moment >3<

i also washed the dishes and i’ll be having a side salad with my chicken crispies today for lunch~ i do miss my ice cream 🥲🩷 but i’ll be be having it tomorrow so i have to be patient!! my shoulder is still hurting a bit but not as much as yesterday thankfully >< hopefully when i wake up tomorrow after a long night’s sleep i’ll be completely better 🥺🥺🩷

today’s moodboard feels like reverse~ taehyunie is in red and hyuka is in blue~ i do feel like plusle and minun suit us so well 🥺🥺 and the little biscuits look so cute (but not as much as you~) and i’m sure they taste good too 🥺🥺🩷

everyday i feel like my love for you grows more 🥺🥺 i love you so so much my dearest crystal 🥺🩷 i want to be the best for you, i want to make you happy and be yours always 🥺🥺🩷 i’m in love with you my precious diamond 🥺💎🩷🩷 i hope you’ll wake up feeling good this morning mommy 🥺🥺🩷 mwah mwah!! 😚

this is so late oh my lord 😭😭😭

i’m missing you so much my sweet girl 🥺🩵🩵 you should be in my arms so we can cuddle you and i can give you kisses 🥺🩵

i hope your salad was good!! 🥺 i recently got a coupon for free chicken nuggets from wendy’s i might take advantage of that today and enjoy my nugs while thinking of you hehe 🩵🩵 i’ll hold back on my ice cream today so it can be like we’re having ice cream together hehe 🥺 i really hope your shoulder will feel better soon ;; i know we talked about cardio and stuff today but please continue to take it easy djshhs 😭

aajshsjs this is such an adorable moodboard 🥺🥺🥺 almost as adorable as my baby 🥺🩵 plusle and minun are so cute just like us :(( the cookies look so yummy ;w;

my love for you grows with every passing day my dear 🥺🥺🩵🩵 i love you so much cherry 🥺🩵 i’m so in love with you my dear i woke up feeling good and my day will be even better because i got to be with my pretty baby for a couple of hours 🥺🩵🩵 even so, i still miss you like crazy ;; 🩵

#my pretty girl :((( #i love you so much i wish i could give you a shoulder massage ;; #my girl’s poor shoulder 😭😭 #mentally holding your hand right now 🥺🥺🩵🩵 #cherry bear 🍒

[dragon-age-ocs-and-rp]

Ok, so, we sell these signs at work that read Nugs Not Drugs, with a picture of chicken nuggets from, like, McDonalds on them. Today, we had a slow day, so I was able to drift in my own little world for a short period. Upon seeing these signs for the thousandth time, I thought of Dragon Age's nugs. So I sent @lord-seeker-lucius-corin a message saying that when I got home, I'd edit this, and I did. the base of the image is just, like, a jpeg of the exact sign we sell that I found on google, a transparent nug png also from google, and red crystals from google because I couldn't find red lyrium clumps without being pulled straight from a screenshot in game or someone elses digital art. And this is in no way art, I literally just wanted to shitpost irl but nobody I work with plays dragon age

#meme #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #dragon age origins #photoshop #my art #my photoshop #art #nugs #nugs not drugs #sign #chicken nuggets