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your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

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bilf (book i'd like to finish)

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Old men sharing a treat :)

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Daniel: 😡

Johnny: 😍

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Every Dragon Age game has at least one character who wouldn't hesitate to eavesdrop, or be rude as hell, or not be able to resist a mystery. Or a spirit to blurt out shit they shouldn't know. These are a gift to the fan writers, to keep the plot moving, and we should be duly grateful.

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Man Tracks Down People He Photographed in the Street 40 Years Ago to Recreate Their Pictures

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MYTHIC QUEST (2020-) #01.03 | ‘Dinner Party'

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They need to invent a "I have to voice my needs & wants otherwise people won't know them." that doesn't put me through the same emotions as the first caveman being hunted by a sabertooth tiger.

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Five times Lucanis fell asleep in Rook's room, and one time she fell asleep in his. A six, one hundred word drabble sequence. Set late Act 2, through to the start of 3. Lucanis/Rook/Spite. Rated T. This contains references to one of my Rook codex entries, which is here.

i.

She is not so pale as she was.

Six stitches in a neat row along one shoulder blade, by his own hand, and another two at her temple have gone some way to putting her to rights, and now that her laughter has ebbed away and adrenaline has abandoned her, she sleeps sprawled across his lap, an arm wound around one of his legs.

Lucanis flexes his fingers, watching tremors shiver through them now he need no longer hold himself so desperately steady.

Keep watch. Guard Rook.

A quiet offer, something of Spite’s fervour shaken too.

But one he accepts.

ii.

The hand that has been gently easing its way through his hair pauses.

“...Lucanis?” is a soft murmur. “Can you tell me the last sentence I read?”

No. No, he cannot, and he is absolutely too comfortable to consider it, his response only to secure his arms more snugly around her middle and let a content sigh escape him.

What thoughts he had been entertaining of cutting his hair are abandoned as she resumes looping it about her fingertips.

On the cusp of sleep, he hears Spite recite the last line she uttered...

And entrusts them both into her care.

iii.

At her door, her hand in his, he utters, “That contract you mentioned...”

“Broken ribs and fractured wrist?”

“Yes. Was it...?“

She glances at the floor.

“No,” and, “It was a seduction gone wrong,” are far too matter of fact. “I didn’t wield the knife right and he was breathing for long enough to throw me against the nearest wall.”

Fear, Spite rasps, full of a dangerous, white-hot fury. Trembling.

He can’t let go of her hand. It is impossible.

They await sleep in a warm tangle, her hand pressed over his heart and his thumb grazing along her ribs.

iv.

Lucanis wakes to learn that he is no longer alone on the couch; that he has been joined by a bundle of sleeping Assan.

Between one blink and the next, a recollection of his – not his, Spite’s – hand running so carefully over fur and feathers surfaces, confirmed as real with what feels like a half-embarrassed hunching of wings beneath his skin.

His focus finds Davrin sat cross-legged on the floor, delicately applying varnish to highlight the cheekbones of his latest carving.

Davrin has brought no knife, nor sought to disturb him.

A promise he will not betray his aching heart.

v.

“Lucanis?”

It is only a whisper, her uttering of his name as she surfaces from sleep, yet it is a frantic cry that reverberates too keenly through his every fibre.

That which he could not answer before she was gone.

“I’m here,” he promises, pressing a kiss against her bare shoulder.

Something warm settles over his heart, thrumming there as she quietly asks, “Spite?”

Well. That they should love one another too is only right.

That they should all love—

(It is love, whatever kind it is.)

Wings drape over the both of them, and three drift into quiet again.

vi.

It feels like pinpricks puncturing the night sky to let in the light, Spite’s nudging at him to wake him.

“What--?” he starts to say aloud, only to discover Rook knelt at the side of his bed, an arm flung over him and her head resting on his chest.

She is more angular since her weeks away. Features sharper, dark shadows beneath her eyes.

Stayed still. Let Rook sleep. Tears and ash. Pain.

He cannot let her sleep on the floor any longer.

So he gathers her up.

Gathers her close.

And she sleeps on, safe in his arms.

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Lucanis Lunchboxes: Inedible Minestrone

What if Lucanis packed Rook lunchboxes with little notes in them throughout the main story?

On the map, a "!" icon appears in the hallway just outside Rook's room in the Lighthouse. A temporary chest here holds a one-of-a-kind Valuable and a letter from Lucanis that is added to the Codex. Triggers after the Act 1 pantry scene, Lucanis romance only.

[SPOILERS] Read the letter from Lucanis below the line:

Spite's first attempt at cooking. He hasn't gotten the hang of it quite yet, but he's trying! What would you want Spite to try to cook for you? (He's open to suggestions.) I'm planning on writing more of these with the longer-term goal of modding these notes into DA:TV.

Maybe one day he'll even make something edible. We're all rooting for him.

Enjoying my work? You can leave me a tip on Ko-Fi | Have a request?

Part of an on-going series of fan-writings. See the full Masterlist here.

This is fanfiction written by me, @ellie-writes-games. These are NOT actual screenshots from the game. Peace, love, and mad props to the DA writers.

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tiny death roll

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Hey everyone, I know it's going to be a busy day for a lot of people, but Google enrolled everyone over 18 into their AI program automatically.

If you have a google account, first go to gemini.google.com/extensions and turn everything off.

Then you need to go to myactivity.google.com/product/gemini and turn off all Gemini activity tracking. You do have to do them in that order to make sure it works.

Honestly, I'm not sure how long this will last, but this should keep Gemini off your projects for a bit.

I saw this over on bluesky and figured it would be good to spread on here. It only takes a few minutes to do.

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just a best friend eeping in the corner

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Hey. International people.

Keep calling it the Gulf of Mexico or whatever your term is for it. Do not allow the Republican regime to label that body of water the Gulf of America to the world. The name came from a the term Mexica, what the Aztecs called themselves. It’s been called the Gulf of Mexico since the 1600s.

Keep calling it Denali. The original name before it was Mount McKinley. Don’t let the Indigenous Peoples/First Nations be erased.

It may sound stupid and petty. But it is an attempt to rewrite history and make us forget the origins. It is a literal white washing of history. This type of censorship is a beginning to greater evils.