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lol i accidentally fixed the graphical issue that plagued Veilguard on my PC so I loaded it back up just to get screenshots of Meira. So here are a few in high def glory.

I guess I could have figured out photo mode to get rid of all the dialogue wheels but whatever. I was just happy to have clear screenshots that weren't all fuzzy and pixelated.

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"Pull Me From the Dark"

@dragonagekissweek FADE m!Hawke x f!Trevelyan

Inspired by my OC's Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke from my fic In the Shattering of Things and the song "Here Comes the River" by Patrick Watson https://open.spotify.com/track/1bkmxox97PzwqGCEaFuFLD?si=d601a9f6c0f5497d

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u ever wonder if ur associated with a character forever to someone else. like. when ur scrolling ur dash and u see a url u don't recognize and after going to their blog ur like ohhh this is the Character person. yeah ok i remember now.

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Dragon Age Kiss Week, Day 1 - Morning

Wrote a lil fic just under the wire for @dragonagekissweek. First up: Meiranis. 👀

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The bell for breakfast rang in the barracks, and Meira groggily surfaced to consciousness. She tried to move, but realized that she was being spooned from behind in a vise-like grip.

“Shite,” she mumbled into her pillow. ��Lucanis?”

He had fallen asleep in her room the night before, curled up next to her in bed while she read from a novel he didn’t like and enjoyed mocking. But he did like that she would run her fingers through his hair and at one point she’d looked up and he was dead asleep. He looked younger while he slept, something that always surprised her. Meira didn’t have the heart to wake him, and had simply turned down the oil lamp and closed her eyes.

Sometime in the night he must have, unconsciously, decided to cling to her for dear life. Which she wouldn’t mind, though her bladder was full — if she wasn’t forbidden to have guests in her dormitory. Especially not the romantic kind. Sister Claramond, the house mother, might incinerate them both on the spot just with her eyes. Meira wasn’t sure if Chantry sisters could do that. But if anyone could, it was Sister Claramond.

“C’mon, Lucanis, it’s time to get up,” Meira cajoled him softly, taking hold of an arm and trying to gently pry it off her.

He stirred at last, a slow awakening. She had seen him go from full slumber to a hyper-vigilant, battle-ready stance in seconds. He seemed disinclined to do that today.

Lucanis cracked an eye, first taking her in and then the room around them. “Hmm.”

“Hmm? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Meira began to disentangled herself from his arms.

He grinned slowly and stretched, languidly, like a cat. “Mm. Yes, forgive me, Meira. Where are my manners?” He leaned over and kissed her. “Good morning.”

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I guesssss I could post the art I did for Art Fight this July... every year I can manage one and this year is no exception.

I did a revenge attack for @crabs-with-sticks with their fascinating OC, Electra de Riva. I was highly inspired by Electra's Lady Macbeth vibes and this painting by John Singer Sargent. The pose was such a challenge but I ultimately like how it came out!

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Portrait of Ashvalla Lavellan for @tired-truffle 🥰 Thank you for letting my draw your gorgeous OC! You can read Ash's adventures in Something's Gotta Give, Truffle's Ofc x Cullen Rutherford long fic! ❤️‍🔥

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dragon age kiss week means kisses for everyone (including rook!!)

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thinking about how good a spite demon possession could have been if it was good

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CARRIE FISHER behind the scenes of THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK

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Okay TMI BUT it’s just us on this app so! I saw this tweet, and now I’m curious. What do y’all do?

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lmaoooo the funniest thing about veilguard sucking apolitical HR-friendly wind is that I'm now seeing years old disc horse about the other games being raised from the grave and trotted out like no one has ever tried to make these cherry-picked, bad faith claims before

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Ship Picrew - Meiranis

lol i also did Meira and Lucanis using this picrew and I am amused by how they came out.

Meira is clearly watching Lucanis pick a fight with someone lmfao

If anyone wants to show me their ships using this picrew pls do - I shall tag you gently @theluckywizard | @grad-writes | @midmorninggrey | @aetherflowers | @the-bear-and-his-sunbird | @woundedsoul12 | @wishforhome | @librivore42 | and anyone who wants to!

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If You Were a Fictional Character

Thank you for the tag @midmorninggrey!

I got tagged to do

This picrew

This quiz

This seems right. I will enjoy continuing to be an offputting enigma. lmao

Tagging @monocytogenes and @librivore42 if you wanna do it!

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Short Blurb Someday/WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by @woundedsoul12 and @grad-writes for a short blurb Sunday but haven't written anything until today and it's practically Wednesday so... I'm gonna shove it under that all-encompassing umbrella.

Wrote a bit more of the "Cullen summons Lucanis to get the Gaspard assassination pitch" scene. Writing in Lucanis's POV is always super interesting.

Lucanis inclined his head. “Anything I can help you with?” Cullen stepped forward and motioned down the corridor. “Walk with me?” Lucanis studied him. It was likely not actually a request, but still he looked away, feeling almost wistful, at the rain pattering against the courtyard’s cobblestones. “I’m supposed to meet someone for breakfast.” Cullen’s expression hardened. Lucanis could tell he was not a man who was used to being defied. “It won’t take long.” Fuck. All right. Lucanis shoved his hands in the pockets of his coat for warmth and turned to face the general with a carefully blank expression. “Lead the way.” Cullen set off down the cloistered walkway. He tried to keep a stride that would allow Lucanis to walk alongside, but Lucanis deliberately stayed half a step behind to keep an eye on him. Sword sheathed at his side, as if the enemy might climb the walls at any moment. A straight but not overly tense posture. If he were about to deliver catastrophic news — an image of Caterina lying in a pool of her own blood flashed through Lucanis’s mind, Illario’s portent come true — Cullen would probably be holding himself differently. Likewise, if this was to become Lucanis’s official dismissal from the Aviary, Cullen would probably be sterner, not to mention more triumphant. No, he was maintaining a polite enough professional air, which meant something else entirely. Lucanis could not guess what. “How do you like the early morning service?” Cullen asked, nearly genial, to confuse the matter further. They passed one of the many cloister gardens, which were just beginning to bloom after the long winter. The leaves and petals hung heavy with rainwater. “It’s peaceful,” Lucanis said quietly. “Mm. It is, isn’t it?” Cullen agreed. Lucanis had attended Chantry services a number of times to find the general in the congregation with him — never with Cullen’s wife in tow, he’d noted. The first time Cullen had seemed surprised to see him, but after that they’d greeted each other with a nod. Not exactly a truce, but some sort of concession that they both had a right to be there. Lucanis waited for the follow up question, the inevitable probe into how and why an assassin could be so pious. Cullen watched with narrowed eyes that indicated he wished to ask.

Tagging, if interested:

@midmorninggrey | @librivore42 | @wishforhome | @aetherflowers | @the-bear-and-his-sunbird | and you!

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Not sure if you know, but the last court has been made playable on itchio! https://datlc.itch.io/the-last-court-demo

holy shit fr?

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Studying them in a lab