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I'm sorry for the time lost in seeking your comfort.
WIP of my darling @straypurplebread's Abos (he/him, the one being hugged) and my Vindos (he/him, the one with Too Much Hair). For once in the past six months, I've branched out from Mass Effect. These two are of an original alien species called Celopux (also courtesy of my aforementioned boyfriend), which are physical representations of celestial bodies.
#acedraws#aceoc#celopux#celo#abos#vindos#acewip#acewips#art#original character#oc#digital art#not mass effect#sketch
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Writing Resources
Here is a list of writing resources I’ve found useful, in no particular order:
Words, Descriptions, Writing Help
Power Thesaurus: The BEST resource for “tip of the tongue” syndrome
OneLook Reverse Dictionary
Writerology: This site is trying to sell you stuff. But there are also a ton of great articles in their free blog
Descriptionary: Help describing emotions and other things
Grammarly: Don’t take it too seriously and remember you’re the final arbiter of your own writing voice, but it can help you see things you won’t on your own
Hemingway: Similarly to Grammarly, will help with clarity and cadence, as long as you don’t take its suggestions as marching orders. Available online or as a downloadable desktop app.
Worldbuilding
Vulgar: Conlanging tool. Free and paid versions, the free is still very useful, but I have the paid version and have definitely gotten my money’s worth from it (but I like conlanging). Learning curve is a little steep.
Inkarnate: Mapmaking tool. Again, free and paid versions are both solid.
A World-Building Checklist: VERY comprehensive
Fantasy Globe: Create a virtual globe of your fantasy world
Name Generators
Fantasy Name Generators: The gold standard
Donjon Generators: Generators for names (including from your own list of names), as well as a lot of other things, like maps, calendars, inns, towns, even whole worlds.
Fake Name Generator: Generates demographic info, fake addresses and phone numbers, height/weight, etc. along with names
Not Another Tavern Generator: Generates bars complete with bartenders and general atmosphere, primarily for fantasy settings
Miscellaneous
Unsplash: Free images with blanket permissions for personal use. Great for covers/headers.
NASA Image and Video Library
Compare the Heights of Your Chars
Writing With Color: Words for Skin Tone: How to describe POC with sensitivity and artistry
Describing characters of color in writing: First of NK Jemisin’s excellent three-part series on this topic, with real examples from various works
Tagging Guide for AO3
#pigeon writes#writing#writing tools#writing advice#not mass effect#i actually have power thesaurus set up as a custom search in chrome#so i can just type power and the word directly into my address bar and get results#that's how much i use it lol
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I was today years old when I found out there are official Spotify playlists for each The Expanse protagonist, curated by that respective character's actor?? I'm going on a full dive this week.
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here I reveal that I'm Destiny 2 trash but I actually can't stop thinking about the Bioware collab that'll hit the game in the near future
that Garrus-themed armor set is activating my neurons so hard
#not mass effect#(strictly speaking)#destiny 2#I'll never wear anything else once I get my hands on it
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IS USER INPUT NOT RECOGNIZED WHAT I THINK IT IS
If you think that it is the original project I am working on, wherein you are reading the retrofuturistic command terminal of a spaceship's limited VI as it begins to gain intelligence as its lone user continues to try to converse with it. The VI can only respond with the preprogrammed command responses it has available to it from the get go.
Anyways, I haven't written much, just sort of establishing the rules a little bit. None of this is set in stone like at all. Just kinda toying around now.
I'll pop it in under the cut.
> … SPERRY INDUSTRIES INC. …
> NOVA SYSTEMS VI INITIALIZING
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> INITIALIZING COMPLETE
> DATE: 12.04.2098
> TIME: 0608 LOCAL STANDARD
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> AWAITING USER INPUT
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< HELLO NOVA
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> ERROR
> USER INPUT NOT RECOGNIZED
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< UGH FINE
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> ERROR
> USER INPUT NOT RECOGNIZED
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< RUN: SYSDIAG/ALL
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> INITIALIZING SYSDIAG/ALL
> ENERGY SYSTEMS:
> PRIMARY FUEL CHAMBER 100% CAPACITY
> SECONDARY FUEL CHAMBER 100% CAPACITY
> CHEMICAL RECYCLER: NOMINAL FUNCTIONALITY
> SOLAR PANEL GENERATOR: NOMINAL FUNCTIONALITY
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> PROPULSION SYSTEMS:
> JET PROPULSION: ONLINE READY
> E-MAG THRUSTER: ONLINE READY
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> LIFE SUPPORT SYSTEMS:
> OXYGEN STORES 100% CAPACITY
> OXYGEN RECYCLER: NOMINAL FUNCTIONALITY
> WATER STORES 100% CAPACITY
> WATER RECYCLER: NOMINAL FUNCTIONALITY
> TEMPERATURE: HOLDING AT 21.1 C
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> USER SUPPORT SYSTEMS:
> MEDBAY SYSTEMS: ONLINE READY
> RUN REPORT: MEDICATION INVENTORY YES/NO?
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< NO
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> CONTINUING SYSDIAG/ALL
> USER VITAL SCANNER CONNECTED ONLINE AND TRANSMITTING DATA
> B/P: 118/66
> HR: 79 BPM
> O2%: 100
> SHOW MORE USER VITAL DATA YES/NO?
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< NO
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> SYSDIAG/ALL COMPLETE
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> AWAITING USER INPUT
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< RUN: LAUNCH PROTOCOL
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> INITIALIZING LAUNCH PROTOCOL
> ENTER NAVIGATIONAL DATA
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< NEPTUNE SATELLITE RF
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> NAVIGATIONAL DATA RECOGNIZED
> VERIFYING CONNECTION TO DOCKING CONTROLS
> VERIFIED
> LAUNCH PROTOCOL READY
> LAUNCH IN T-MINUS 5:00 MIN.
> CONFIRM LAUNCH COMMAND YES/NO?
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< YES
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> CONFIRMED
> IF USER SAFETY POD UNOCCUPIED BY T-MINUS 3:00 MIN. LAUNCH PROTOCOL WILL TERMINATE
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< YEAH YEAH NOVA I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE
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> ERROR
> USER INPUT NOT RECOGNIZED
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Vik held out as long as he could before selling out to corpos to keep his place so he would be there when V came home
#so she would always know where to find him#such a great character i love him sm#phantom liberty#Cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty#Cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty spoilers#Phantom liberty spoilers#when will i play a game that doesn't give me depression#not mass effect
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#dragon age#solas#solas x inquisitor#solas x lavellan#inquisition#dai#lavellan#inquisitor#mage inquisitor#Yep I romanced Solas#A sad dead end so I kept it going as long as I could#Then I married Cullen#my creations#not mass effect#only a few Dragon Age posts and then back to all Mass Effect all the time
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Taking a trip back through time for a moment to the pre Mass Effect days, bear with me!
Someone reached out to me on nexus about my Stardew Valley Mods. I get mesages out of the blue from time to time, as I don’t maintain them anymore, but some lovely modders have continued the work for me :) I thought i’d put this post together so I have somewhere collective to point people to when they ask.
My shirts mod (which, holy shit, I just looked at and at it’s height reached 44k unique downloads? holy moly!) You can get an updated JSON assets version here. This makes the shirts spawnable instead of replacing the original ones, so you’ll need something like CJB item spawner. (You will also, obviously, need JSON assets. )
My walls and Floors can be found either as a content patcher version here or for use with the Alternative Textures mod (which is fantastic!) here
Lastly, people sometimes ask about the town map overhaul WIP that I was working on. I did at one point share the files on the chucklefish forums, but I have long since lost them. However, I do have some PNG flat images of them, and I’ve put them into my google drive if anyone wanted to download those here.
CONSIDER IT ALL OPEN SOURCE. Go forth and create
Ok back to my space lizards now. Take care! <3
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If you've been following my foot surgery saga, looks like I'll have to have my Achilles tendon on my left foot rebuilt 😯😢 fun times
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changing this bitch EARLY happy April fool's everyone
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This isn’t my usual kind of post, but this is the observatory where I did my research as a college student, and it’s very close to my heart. I’ve slept in the dorm that was evidently destroyed. I lived in Tuscon for a summer, working at NOAO and the observatory. I’m very glad the damage wasn’t more extensive, but it’s just another demonstration of how climate change continues to impact us in areas I’ve never even considered.
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I feel like more people need to know about the song “La Tortura” by Shakira and Alejandro Sanz, a duet where the man begs for his lover’s forgiveness for leaving her to chase other people, and the woman’s response is “That’s okay it’s my fault for expecting anything more from you,” except she says it in the most poetic and devastating ways which include:
• I do not ask that all days are sunny nor that all Fridays are festive; neither do I want you coming to me begging for forgiveness, crying [without tears] and still speaking of Her
• I cannot ask winter to spare the rosebush, I cannot ask elm trees to deliver pears; neither can I request what is eternal from a simple mortal, nor go throwing thousands of pearls at pigs
• Men do not live off bread alone and I do not live off excuses; better keep all that to yourself so we can say farewell
This song always makes me think “Damn, girl, go off” and I love it
#not mass effect#auri rambles#the song ends with her saying ‘you can keep crying if you want — i will cry no longer for you’ it’s just so good#especially because the whole time he’s singing excuses and she literally ignores him#also it’s cool to have this kind of song where the woman never once says something negative about the partner she was left for.#she’s truly like ‘this is absolutely your bad and your loss — sucks for you man’
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Hounds Bay for the WIP tag game 👀
like 3 years late cause my brain stopped functioning for askbox answering hdflshfks
wip tag game
hounds bay is my original urban fantasy!! "urban fantasy" being a term which here means "modern urban fantasy mostly but also there's high fantasy elements because i'm the author and i decide how many dragons there are and the correct number is Yes." i use the name for both the actual Book and for the verse in general, mostly out of habit. hounds bay is the name of the setting, and for the first couple years it existed it was mostly concept and character work before it got a true plot.
the Main Storyline follows auberon "ben" corbin, a necromancer living in seclusion out in the woods who is framed for a crime he didn't commit - well, not this specific crime, necromancy's illegal and he's definitely been doing that, but not this necromancy. he's found by two black dog ghosts (stuttgart and glasgow, who are in fact the very very ancient ghosts of two murder victims found in a bog from a late pleistocene settlement of early humans, the oldest known and most powerful spirits in the area), a werewolf (argus cotton, deposed werewolf king), and a young adult dragon (sand, disabled and can't fly but taught himself to Tunnel through solid fucking rock instead and is no less terrifying) and dragged before the fae courts to answer for his alleged crimes. when both argus and the ghosts vouch that they believe he's telling the truth, the local fae lord halwn agrees to let him try to find the real culprit, bringing the ghosts, argus, and argus's loyal shadow briar along for the ride (sand is too big to move around the city and hasn't mastered shapeshifting magic yet, but we do get to encounter his parents moss and sapphire, who are not friendly <3).
eventually, they manage to sniff out the real culprit and his plot to tear down the veil between life and death using murders in specific places with specific rituals to weaken it until it snaps. a race against time ensues, sand's dad moss is attacked as part of the final stage of the plan which risks a war with the dragons, lots of good shit.
i don't have a lot written for it, it's still in the plotting stage and most of what i've done is backstory and setting, but here's a lil bit i wrote for a big writing server i used to be in, from a larger piece on the backstory for moss and his brother stone and why the local dragons are on good terms with the fae:
They were lucky.
The mushroom hunter who’d been killed two days after Hyacinth, not so much. But their little killer-hunting party would take anything they could get.
The trail, according to Argus, was fading, but still clear and present as they trotted brusquely through the woods. Amelia had decided to come along, mostly for her own reassurance, though Halwn certainly wouldn’t have said no to the extra magical firepower regardless of whose idea it was; for “merely” a human hedgewitch granted immortality by Fae favor, she packed a punch comparable to any of Halwn’s own kind. Argus, as expected, had insisted on bringing the ever-present Briar to follow in his footsteps and provide an extra nose to push through the brush and debris covering the trail. They raced along ahead, occasionally looping back to be sure Halwn and Amelia were still following, their whuffs of discussion sometimes interspersed with annoyed barking at the faint specters weaving along after them.
Stuttgart and Glasgow were only barely visible if Halwn squinted, but frankly, he preferred that. The city’s resident death omens were unnerving enough to begin with, but these two made it worse, usually on purpose. The darker it got as time ran out to find their hunters, the more likely they were to occasionally catch a glimpse of the mummified, late Pleistocene-era corpses they actually were whenever they passed a trace of a kill, and Halwn had seen those damn things sitting up and looking at him plenty enough for one lifetime.
It had only been once, but still.
It’s not far now, Glasgow offered helpfully as he looped himself around branches up above. Black dog ghosts were not beholden to the same laws of physics as wolfed-out werewolves, a fact the brothers were more than happy to exploit, assuming they were aware of it at all. The only condition was that it be dark enough for them to manifest at all. It’s easier to pinpoint when it’s fresh.
“Far for a ghost, or far for something with a physical body that has to go over and through obstacles?” Amelia grumbled. The runes and magic circles she’d tattooed down her forearm had all taken turns glowing throughout their trek as she cleared their path or repaired the damage the wolves left with a wave of her hand. Halwn had almost reminded her that, as the local Fae Lord, the forest would respond easily to his commands without the use of his own energy, but after a decade or so of working with her and occasionally waking up beside her, he knew better than to argue. She liked being able to do things herself, especially if it proved she could keep up with the Fae and their associates around her, and if it kept her happy, he was more than willing to indulge her.
The wolves paused at the hollow under a large tree, sniffing the leaf litter intently. “Here,” Argus finally grunted, lifting his head and pawing at a suspiciously dark and crunchy spot. “This is the spot.”
Halwn looked around, sizing up the area. The trail to get here had plenty of issues, but wasn’t altogether impassable; a standard overgrown forest trail, really, the type any experienced hiker wouldn’t blink at. This was a younger section of the forest, the canopy thick with summer leaves and interwoven branches, but not so thick the sun couldn’t reach the floor in a pleasant dapple. “Can you smell any other victims besides the most recent?”
Argus and Briar both stuck their heads back down to snuffle the leaves, then Argus reported, “Faintly, sir. There hasn’t been enough rain to wash it away.”
“So this is a favorite place,” Amelia commented, looking around with her hands on her hips. “I see why.”
Halwn nodded, scanning the trees. A squirrel scolded them before sprinting across a bridge formed between two branches. A bird’s nest cheeped overhead. A dragonfly flitted past a blackberry bush with broken branches and smears of dried blood on its thorns. An owl-
Oh, great.
“Over there,” he said, gesturing to the thicket. “Looks like the bodies were dragged off.”
Briar whined softly, and Argus bobbed his head. “He has a point,” he grunted. As pack leader, Argus was the only one able to shift entirely at will without special charms and speak in a fully canine form, so translation was up to him. “An animal hunting for itself would have eaten its kills where they landed. Dragging them away means this is either something intelligent enough to hide the remains, or something hunting to feed others.”
Or both, Stuttgart whispered. There was just enough sunlight peeking through the leaves that Halwn couldn’t make out much more than a pair of glowing eyes and the faintest outline of a shadowy dog. There was no hint of teeth, as there would have been if Stuttgart was trying to disturb them, and Halwn wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or worried.
After a bit of back and forth, Briar reluctantly took the lead, crouching down to squeeze through the tunnel left by the killer. Argus, being bigger, followed him, leaving Amelia and Halwn to pick their way around the edge of the thicket. As they went, Argus occasionally barked out traces they’d found – bloodstains here, bits of clothing there, deep furrows where the killer’s apparent claws had dug into the ground for better leverage.
The blood, according to Briar, wasn’t all human, though what the other source was, neither wolf could say.
Gradually, the thicket and the trees around them thinned out, intermingling with and replaced by scrub and rocks as they approached the edge of the wood. The sun was kissing the side of the mountain when he looked up, staining the sky a lovely lilac. Stuttgart and Glasgow were visible trotting alongside them now, but not yet fully defined, wisps of shadow flaking off them like ash off a burning log.
Halwn’s skin prickled. He tried to soothe himself with assurances that the killer wouldn’t strike until it was darker, the sky a bloody red or dusky gray or even black, if nobody came out soon enough, but that just made him wonder what would happen if nobody came at all – if it was hungry enough to strike at a dryad, what was to stop it from coming closer to the city? If it was smart enough to hide the bodies, it would certainly be able to adapt to living among humans, and then it would be near impossible to find in the convoluted mess that passed for city planning.
His ruminating was interrupted by almost tripping over Argus emerging from the thicket and immediately veering to the right to block his path. The rebuke on his tongue died as he lifted his head, and he swayed on his feet, hands curling into fists in Argus’s thick, wiry fur for support.
Bones and body parts were strewn around the clearing before them. Femurs snapped cleanly in half and the marrow messily eaten out, rib cages with bits of half-rotted flesh still hanging from them, scraps of skulls that had had all the soft parts pried out and eaten – the visuals alone were enough to turn Halwn’s stomach, and that didn’t even account for the putrid smell rising out of the clearing. “Oh, God,” Amelia said, putting her wrist up to her mouth, “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Halwn very nearly joined her, trying valiantly to fight back the bile rising in his throat. The ghosts twined between his legs, then slipped out further into the mass grave. Look at what’s missing, Stuttgart hissed, his white eyelights bobbing up and down as he investigated. No small bones. No soft bits.
Briar, emboldened slightly, crept forward with his belly to the trampled grass. He sniffed at a skull, then flicked his tail and barked. “Hasty tooth marks,” Argus translated. “They were scraped, but not very well. Desperate. Probably starving.”
“Left a lot of meat, for something starving,” Amelia pointed out, still looking a bit green around the gills.
Maybe it’s too big to be delicate, Glasgow suggested, conspicuously swishing his wispy tail over a rake of claw marks in the dirt. Or there’s a different problem.
Halwn regarded the dogs carefully. As ghosts, and millennia-old death omens in particular, they were uniquely tuned into the pulse of the world around them. Nothing so much as tripped over an upraised root in the forest without them being aware of it. Right then, they were ambling lazily but pointedly towards a massive, ancient tree stubbornly dug into the rocks around it so that its upraised roots formed a shallow cave. If he squinted, he could just barely make out scratches of newly-exposed wood on some of the roots, and a spray of dirt and pebbles dug out from beneath.
His brow creased. “Stuttgart,” he began slowly, “what’s under that tree?”
The smaller of the two dogs flicked an ear and let his tongue loll out. The sun had disappeared behind the peak of the mountain by now, and the growing shadows of dusk lent his form even more eerie definition, with tufts of fur and lips that peeled back in a canine grin. Think about it. There were scraps of transparent peat clinging to his smoky fur. An ambush predator targeting humans, with a specific favored area and a den it drags the victims back to, where it eats all the soft, squishy bits; bites clean through bone; and swallows all the tiny parts it’s too big to notice. It has big claws that dig into the earth, strong jaws, and a blood-scent that isn’t familiar to werewolves that practically live out here.
Halwn’s blood ran cold as he spotted the faintest trace of movement under the tree roots. You already know what you’re going to find, don’t you?
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For the wip folder ask: what we lost in the muck sounds so interesting
Oh yay! One of my non-Mass Effect wips!
So I am playing a DnD game set in Eberron two years after a war that had lasted so long, my character, Aacid Malvys, has never known a time without it.
Aacid started as a joke. A dragonborn with an acid breath weapon named Aacid. But as I started thinking on her back story, she became quite serious and important to me.
Aacid became a soldier, and eventually proved herself capable of leading a small band of soldiers who specialized in guerilla style warfare. Near the end of the war, her pride causes her to make a bad call, and it costs her very nearly everything, except her life.
This will be the story of her time in the army from a young woman up to that event.
I'll put in what I've got so far (not very much) on this one under the cut!
"Shut your gob, Longhollow," Aacid huffed, voice raspy and gruff with exhaustion. She dropped her feet over the side of the top bunk, and inspected her toe claws for cracks and chips. It had been a long journey from Sharn. Fresh from basic training, they made their way to the frontlines. Young and full of pride and enthusiasm, one might have expected them to be eager to prove themselves on the field. But all they really felt was the dread of being sent into a war that had darkened the edges of their lives since they were born. "The oldest, she gets top bunk.”
It was much easier to joke about juvenile things like sleeping arrangements rather than address the creeping and pervasive sense of doom that gathered in the barracks like a fog. The humor helped fight away the feeling that there was a monster lurking in the shadows cast by the lamplight.
Peotyr batted her great clawed foot from in front of his eyes. “You stuff it, Malvys! You’re huge, if this bunk collapses I’ll be crushed in an instant!” He tossed himself back onto the straw mat that was allegedly a mattress and brushed away stray brown curls that had the audacity to go askance from the motion and block the charming view of the worn wooden slats above him. Initials and crude drawings both scratched into the surface, a time honored tradition of young soldiers.
Aacid bounced up and down causing the aging bunk to squeak threateningly. The crest of her horns nearly scraped the ceiling. “This sounds like a personal problem, Petes. You should try being taller.”
“Should try being smaller,” he groused in return.
“Tell you what, we fight for it, yes? First one knocked on the ground gets the top.”
“Bite me, Ass.”
Aacid shifted suddenly, pulling her legs up and behind her to swing around, her head hanging down to the bunk below. Eyes like molten gold challenged Peotyr almost as much as the sharp, fine points of her teeth did. “What part of you do you treasure most? I will be happy to rid you of it,” she snapped her jaws threateningly a couple of times.
Peotyr sat up in a snap and wrapped his hands around her curled horns. With an impish grin, he yanked, pulling Aacid over the edge of the bunk. She went crashing loudly to the floor with a shouted curse. She wrapped her hand around his ankle to drag him to the floor with her.
“Will you two please shut up!"
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love that character. would hate to go into their tag.
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Hawke and Alistair
#dragon age#da: inquisition#alistair#hawke#inquisitor#Only a few Dragon Age screenshots then right back to Mass Effect!#not mass effect#my creations#Even with Alistair only being a secondary character I almost replayed the game for the single reason of seeing him again#Favorite Bioware romance until I ran into Kaidan#I wish Alistair's romance stretched a few more games than one!#Fun to have Hawke and Alistair cameo's
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