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solas of dragon age inquisition fame

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The Veilguard

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This dramatic bald guy again (I'm impatiently waiting for news from da4)

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and I dream of you despite my better judgment, here, at the edge of the world we created. here, where all masks slip if only for just a moment. here, where freedom is almost within reach but never granted.

Once in a while, I become completely obsessed - intrigued- by Sotha Sil all over, even when I haven't played the game for a long time.

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"And so it goes, a choking rose back"

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You can only REBLOG THIS TODAY

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Anyone care about Morrowind still?

if there's anyone who cares about some... killing a crazy ex wife content ;), read up! Description:

In the shadow of gods and betrayal, Ralaas, the reluctant Nerevarine, carries the weight of two lives - his own and that of the warrior-king whose soul whispers within him. Faced with the vengeful and broken Almalexia, he must confront the echoes of love, hatred, and sacrifice that bind them all in a web of ancient tragedy.

Blades clash in the heart of a dying city as Nerevar’s spirit pleads for a peace that seems forever out of reach. Amid rage and sorrow, a divine bond shatters, leaving behind only echoes of what once was - a love consumed by ambition and a warrior haunted by memory.

Or, the Nerevarine kills his mentor's ex-wife.

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You know when you’re falling asleep and a random image or meme blips into your vision? Yeah

-Please do not reupload/edit/use without proper credit and linking back. Ask first.-

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does he remember Romeo?

Who Romeo is, who Romeo once was, the reason King of puppets is fighting?

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getting ready to present my thesis

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depersonalization

i abhor the limitation

of civilization and creation,

the conflation of narration and foundation

and the depersonalization of sensation as if it is a corporation

makes me yearn for liberation��

from this frustration, and, shall I say in quotations,

“the notation of salvation will not be found in damnation”

in translation, this is a misquotation

because we stay in cooperation with those who support desolation

fund dehydration,

and promote mutilation

as if we seek the mutation of temptation

i say to avoid stagnation and devastation

and yet, i have no vocation

and only innovation starvation 

i stay in rotation 

i await my graduation from procrastination

and to put it in summation

we all need a vacation

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SOBBING WHILE PLAYING

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oblivion affirmations part 4, brought to you by @dirty-bosmer

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Judgement of Mourning

The ring still glints upon their hand

a promise broken, life unplanned

they hear the name in every sigh,

a whispered plea, a wordless cry

grief pulls them like a ruthless tide,

begging to join them on the other side

but they recall love's last degree

"Live," it said, so plainly

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fiddlesticks

Alone in shadows, night and day, Their thoughts unravel, thread by fray. The silence wraps around their skin, A whispered scream they feel within.

The room grows small, the air too tight, The walls close in with every night. They speak aloud to empty air, And no one’s there, and no one’s there.

The ticking clock, a hollow chime, Twists reason into fractured rhyme. Faces flicker in the gloom, Fading ghosts that haunt the room.

They claw at echoes in their mind, Seeking voices they can't find. Words like splinters, sharp and cruel, They crack beneath this endless rule.

Loneliness, a poison slow, Roots within and starts to grow. And in the mirror’s haunted stare, A stranger stands, but no one's there.

~ Khai Moffett

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quixotic

in realms of magic, far away, they wander where the dragons play

A hero's sword within their hand, and castles rise on shifting sand

They ride the storm, command the sea, unlock the doors to mystery

a cloak of myths, a crown of lore,

they step through each enchanted door where giants fall and kingdoms grow

and every path a tale to know

but as the tale begins to slow, they feel a chill, a sinking low

the wonders dim, the colors fide like morning mist in evening's shade

they turn to speak, but no one's near

no voice to calm, no soul to hear, the silence holds a hollow tone

they lift their eyes and they're alone

~ Khai Moffett