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"Despite frequent offers of new bedmates, Zevran never loved again."

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Grey wolf (Canis lupus) in Finland by Grey Wolf Hide Photography Finland

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𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔵 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶

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camprobber

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Had the most magical time with my pup Callie in Stanislaus National Forest a couple of weeks ago. Never seen snow glitter quite like this!!

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July - Brendon Burton

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The grammar of ornament - Owen Jones - 1856 - via Internet Archive

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Courtesy of the highway cams this morning in my area

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With seeing tiktoks of people making their Rooks the kids of the HoF or Hawke it reminded me that on of my Inquisitors has a kid who is around 9 during the time of Inquisition and would be 19-22 during Veilguard. A child who was, for the most part, raised in Nevarra and is a mage.

The temptation to make an Ingellvar (Secretly Trevelyan) mage who ends up romancing Taash is strong. Like that meeting would be just Niamh Ingellvar-Trevelyan: Hey papa, this is my partner Taash. They're a fire breathing Lord of Fortune and I love them dearly. :) Inquisitor Conall Trevelyan, who fell in love with the Iron Bull and has 0 legs to stand on if he wants to criticize his daughter's choices: Welcome to the family Taash!

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you are personally and directly hit by a bus¹ and isekai-ed, via resurrection, into the body of the main character your most recent WIP

reblog and tell me: on a scale of 1–10, how screwed are you right now?

¹ this is, transparently, a plot device, so if you are about to tell me "joke's on you, I never leave my fifteenth floor apartment!" then you may rest assured it will have tremendous comedic value when the bus is launched into the sky and crashes through your apartment wall to flatten you anyway

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he's blighted. he's evil. he's 8 feet tall and made from magical blue goo. he's a manifestation of tyranny. he has big droopy elf ears and pretty golden eyes. he thinks his dragon shrunk in the wash. he has killed, by my count, 66 titans. he doesn't feel stress. he doesn't ask questions. he's the first elf guy ever made. he breaks out from the cringe jail he slept in for several thousands of years and immediately becomes obsessed with and down bad for the idiot loser that accidentally freed him. he puts his scribe in a blight cyst in italy. he has erased entire emotions from existence. he uses a glamour to look pretty. he transed his archdemon's gender. he loves and supports his tentacle monster sister and her horrors. he attempts to cheer her up by suggesting she give his dragon extra mouths. he goes batshit insane after she dies and rains fire on an island so hard it turns to glass. he is, canonically, packing. he may or may not be wearing a wig. creative director john epler can't stop talking about how vain he is. his gaze softened when he looked at rook. he wants them so bad even ghilan'nain calls him out on it. he forgot how to speak in the hallelujah cadence. he cucked solas. he sucks.

the man of all time. to me

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while I think lords of fortune rook is probably one of the faction backgrounds that tie the least well into the overarching story for me so far, I must admit that I do see the inherent allure and hilarity in the character concept of someone who somehow manages to save the world based on nothing but the power of being a really good hang