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MY BROTHER, MY BROTHER AND ME | 1.03

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NEVER STOP BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR OCS 🫵

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froggy girlie in the pond 🐸

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can someone give me $100,000 I won't pay you back

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Throws this before I have to look at it anymore

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Not sure if anyone plays but add my card if you do and want to :D

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what if there was a snabbit. just consider it

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"You just went white as a sheet." 👀

"You just went white as a sheet" - I'm gonna change it up a bit cause reasons 🙃 I also don't know how known it is but it probably is out there cause I yap about it a lot but Revas is a Lavellan that is the sole (so far and besides Syl'tal) survivor of the Lavellan Clan after it was wiped out during Inquisition.

Revas stared at Viago, his mouth hung slightly open as he repeated the words in his head over and over. They weren't words he thought he'd ever hear but that was his fault, everyone can be told this. Just because he was taken under Viago's wing doesn't mean he was safe from consequences.

"You are stripped of your title as a Crow until you prove to me that you've earned it back."

Revas snapped his mouth shut when it registered that Viago had expected him to respond. But what would he say that was appropriate? He didn't agree with the call but who was he to decide it? He wanted to argue and shout but what help would that provide?

Revas looked away with a clenched jaw and only nodded before he turned to leave. He didn't make it far before he nearly bumped into Teia. She was going to make some quick comment about Revas not being aware of his surroundings but the words fell short on her tongue when she looked him over.

Her voice was gentler than he wanted it to be, pity dripped into each word, "you are white as a sheet. What did Vi tell you?"

Revas's brows pinched together in frustration but he kept the sharp words to himself. She'd know, why was she acting like she didn't? He stood there for a few seconds before he took a breath and gave a slight shrug, "it looks like I've lost my second home."

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do you think lucanis puts his hair up when he cooks

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Good morning Goat

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these last few days have been filled with so many activities and stuff I'm so tired omg. and I don't want to go back to work tomorrow ;A;

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Some friends and I wandering Limsa Lominsa c:

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Expectation vs. Reality of playing Crow Rook

Atticus De Riva my beloved - please stop missing all your jumps.

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In Before The Storm

Contains Veilguard endgame spoilers/ content

Pavellen, Rookanis 442w

Lyvius was covered in blood and sweat. The chaos of Elgar’nan’s blight grew, trying to devour his home by the second. But he was more confident than he had ever been. Dorian was at his side and, thanks to Morragan, his son was safe for the moment, just ahead, in the Divine’s manor.

The moment they pushed through the door Lyvius scanned the crowd for Rhys. Moving without thinking to pull him into a tight hug. Ever since the news of him being trapped in the Fade, it had taken every bit of mental restraint and Dorian’s help to not drop everything to go find him himself. “I’m so glad you're alright…”

“You too. Both of you.” Rhys said over Lyvius’ shoulder to Dorian. As if that were an invitation, Dorian joined to hug his family for a few seconds before they all parted.

There was far too much to say and no time. Rhys briefed them and Morragan then it was time for him and his team to prepare to continue their advance. Lyvius’ eyes lingered on his son, watching as he spoke to Lucanis. They were in their own world, standing just close enough for it to be intimate, shameless as they embraced. He looked away before they kissed.

“Amatus, are you alright?” Dorian placed a hand on his shoulder.

“As much as I can be.” Lyvius said coolly.

“Were you not the one who told him to find his anchor?” Of course Dorian had noticed. Rhys Had mentioned a partner a few times in his letters, but was always vague on any identifying information. Until today Lyvius had only known his name.

“Like I envisioned an abomination twice his age when I said that.”

“Reminds me of us not all that long ago. And you're reminding me of a certain reverend mother, the way you're acting.” Dorian chuckled

Lyvius let out a quiet frustrated sigh. “Dorian, the demon—“

“Was the first to Rhys’ side when the rubble began to fall. To protect him. I say we give them a chance to properly introduce themselves, later. Once this is all over, if we are alive to do so, then we can cast our judgments and concerns.”

After a long moment Lyvius conceded . “You’re right. It does no one any good for me to fret about it right now.”

They took their own small moment of comfort as Lyvius rested his head on Dorian’s shoulder. Soon this mess would all be over. They had to trust their son and his team could save the world. The only thing more they could do was make sure he had the best shot possible.

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did I doodle this mostly so I had an excuse to draw this spite reaction image?

(YES HAHAHA YES!!!)

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general unwell starters

"You just passed out."

"Are you okay? I'm worried about you."

"You're really shaking."

"Why are you so cold?"

"Why are you so hot?"

"You're not breathing right."

"Is your chest okay? You keep grabbing it."

"Wait, are you crying?"

"I can't hold your weight by myself -"

"You just went white as a sheet."

"You haven't eaten, have you?"

"You're too light."

"Something's wrong."

"You need help."

"Let me help you?"

"Okay, your heart beat is really weak."

"We need to take you to the hospital."

"I think this bone might be broken."

"There's a lot of blood."

"I think your nose is bleeding."

"Oh, that's not meant to bend like that."

"I heard a crack."

"Hold onto me. Don't close your eyes."

"I'm begging you to stay awake!"

"Your eyes aren't meant to look like that."

"You need to sit down."

"We're going to get you out of here."

"Nice, slow breaths, okay?"

"You're going to get better."

"I need to get you help. I need to help you."

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Rook combat icons, as is tradition