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This is badass: Medieval Nubian Fashion Brought to Life. Click through to the link because there’s more replica clothing and it is all stunning!

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Have you ever asked yourself: “What does the skunk say?” unmute to find out

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Jayme Lawson in The Woman King

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!!!when one of the little guys who lives in you is an insatiable camera and loves collecting blackmail material,,,

randomly decided to elaborate on this doodle from a while ago ,, fun little way to spend my evening

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pics that make you go "oh I KNOW he eated a trash"

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More thoughts about this cause I have brainrot

Let's reimagine Rook's story based on these kids above and your post about Regret.

Okay so from what I understood your backstory in Veilguard depends on which faction you choose (correct me if I'm wrong). HOWEVER, like in Origins, the backstory changes depending on the race you choose (not by much but it would be a nice nod to the first game)

So for example, if you choose Mourn Watch and you play as a dwarf, it is revealed the skeletons found you *beneath* the Necropolis after you got abandoned in the Deep Roads, and you only know your mother's name: Zerlinda. In an attempt to find some clues about your mother, you went into the Deep Roads hoping to find some clue, but you and your friends were attacked by darkspawns and you were the sole survivor

Or, if you're a Grey Warden and a human, you were an orphan from Lothering who encountered the Hero of Ferelden and (since the previous choices basically don't matter) got inspired by their acts and decided to join the order in Weisshaupt, only to end up disillusioned and you came to regret both your choice and the worshipping/idolatry that led you here.

And so on! :D

Children characters from DAO and DA2 that would have been interesting/hilarious as Rooks:

DAO

That baby found in a meteor crater

The redhead orphan with an accent from Lothering

Bevin, the boy hiding in a closet in Redcliffe and who also got a cool sword

A casteless' (Zerlinda) baby that you can either save or convince the mom to abandon him in the Deep Roads

DA2

The kid trying to steal from Athenril

The girl you rescue during Magistrate's Order

THE REDHEAD ORPHAN WITH AN ACCENT FROM LOTHERING MY BELOVED YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS TO ME

no but you're completely right here these are all great Rook concepts. Love them.

Maybe even Zerlindas baby as mourn watch rook. Shows up with the skeletons because Reasons after being abandoned in the deep roads.

Anyway yes all v fun love this

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di tanto in tanto gli sale il Veneto

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There was this park near where I grew up. I remember we’d just moved to the area so I was around six and we drove past and saw this waterfront area. My parents decided to check it out so we went for a walk. It was a lovely park, there’s a lazy slough, lots of trees, extremely picturesque. My parents ambled along the trail enjoying the nature while my siblings and I ranged around in their orbit like excitable moons.

Then I saw something odd. Something vibrantly alive down by the water that was entirely the wrong color. I called back my vital scouting info and my family gathered around me. We looked down the steep verge toward the slough, screened by underbrush. We couldn’t quite make out what it was. The only thing we could agree was that it certainly wasn’t a duck. However it was about duck sized and roughly duck shaped. It just wasn’t a duck.

This led to some heated debate amongst my siblings and I but we were forbidden to scramble down the muddy hill to harass the mystery animal. Reluctantly we continued down the trail, speculating wildly when a chicken popped out of a bush in front of us with a train of several chicks.

We froze. The chicken did not. She placidly herded her little puffs across the trail, pecking happily for seeds, unbothered by our proximity. My family had not yet delved into farming and this was the first time any of us kids had seen a chicken up close. It was like a fairytale thing, a creature we had seen over and over in books was suddenly here in the wilderness of the park. We all realized the mystery creature had likewise been a chicken.

Another couple came up the trail and saw us staring.

“Is this your first time at the park?” They asked?

We nodded.

They informed us that this park had become a dumping ground for unwanted chickens. Once the chickens were dumped they were park property and the locals didn’t mind the eccentric additions at all. No one looked after the chickens, but they got on surprisingly well.

As the years went by we visited the park regularly. Signs were added to warn people not to dump off chickens or they’d be fined. They were also excluded from snatching the existing chickens. The hope was that the chickens would eventually run their course and the park would go back to normal.

It did not.

Instead the menagerie grew. Peacocks cropped up occasionally, turkeys; and one visit we saw guinea fowl. But there were always chickens. Eventually feed dispenser were installed so park goers could pay a quarter to enjoy the motley flocks.

Because we’d moved into a house with land my mom started up a chicken coop and we got our very own chickens at the feed store like proper folks. The first rooster we had was a gentleman, politely clucking at us when came into the coop, but the second proved troublesome a year later. He either adored or hated me. Every time I entered the coop he’d dance and flounce and brandish his spurs.

My mom didn’t want to off him frankly she didn’t know how at that point but his fascination ended with him flying at me and the rooster was sentenced to banishment.

We drove to the park.

We saw him there for years afterward, clucking dutifully around a small flock of hens. He did pretty well in exile.

Anyone who’s kept chickens knows that eventually there’s always a tragedy. Ours happened when a neighbors dog broke into our coop and slaughtered the flock. I was absolutely distraught, my lovingly hand reared chicks all decimated in a flurry of senseless bloodlust. I have not loved a chicken since. They are too fragile to bear it.

After a few days of mourning my mom offered that she knew where to find some more chickens. To make up for the massacre she planned a night raid with us. We stayed up past our bedtime and drove to the park with tarp covered kennels in the back of the truck.

We crept down along the gravel parking lot, looking up into the trees, spotting the telltale lumps of shadows that meant chickens. We quickly developed a strategy. We picked a chicken branch, creeping close underneath. Then we reached the end of the branch and gave it a good shake until the roosting chicken glided down to the ground in confusion. It was easy to scoop them up and we went home the proud new owner of a handsome flock of chickens.

The Take a Chicken Leave a Chicken park is still a beloved feature of its neighborhood to this day.

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she’s a poor little meow meow. she was born in a wet cardboard box all alone. she’s suffered more than jesus. she’s misunderstood. she’s a silly guy. she experienced the horrors. she did all those crimes. she has done nothing wrong. she deserves to kill. she’s the most interesting girl in the world. i didn’t say a name, but she popped into your head, didn’t she?

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was anyone going to tell me about shotput bod

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DA ramble incoming

God of all my girls Keti Hawke is my favourite

Keti is insane (affectionate). She's the saddest, angriest girl, and everything she does is running forward

She never minces her words. Tongue as sharp as her daggers

She constantly ends up covered in blood during fights because she tears out her opponents' throats. (Probably caught a disease or two bc of this)

She loves too hard and shows it badly.

She feels so close to Bethany, she's smothering her. When she joins the Grey Wardens, Keti feels like she failed her. And when Bethany is angry at her for making her join the order, Keti is torn between outrage ("I did everything to protect you, to save you, and this is how you repay me?") and pain bc she knows Bethany is right, she condemned her sister to a life in a dark -- is freedom worth it?

She says neither of those things. She never says much, to be honest.

Her love life is a fucking mess.

She loved Fenris too hard, and when they broke up Keti was so shaken she went and slept with the Arishok

You know, the guy she has to kill afterwards

Whatever the fuck these two had going on didn’t count much on the grand scheme of things

She doesn't make up with Fenris later on

Too painful

She doesn't tell him, though.

At the end of DA2 she's tired and her mind is older

During Inquisition she asks to be left in the Fade

And finally she tells something

"I'm sorry. I just want it all to end."

If there was someone to notice the cracks. If she had enough courage to speak. Would it have changed something?

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i saw someone say to imagine all your da protags and their romances on a quadruple date and my main world state would be such a mess

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If you had your Warden sacrifice themself in Origins, imagine they didn't <3

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I love my people and it's amazing to see so many of us turn up today, but it's like herding very friendly cats 😂

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ARTHUR TREVELYAN AND THE LAST EIGHT YEARS

When the Exalted Council disbanded, the former Inquisitor returned to his home city state of Ostwick, supposedly for a quiet retirement and recovery. In truth, he was left to pick up the fractured remains of House Trevelyan. A great deal of his House, with their ties to the Chantry and the Templar Order, had perished during the Mage-Templar war and at the Divine Conclave, leaving no clear heir. With special dispensation from Divine Victoria, a fellow mage, he was granted one last title — one that, rather ironically, would have been his birthright had his magic not manfiested at the age of six: Bann Trevelyan.

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