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he’s pretty yes but he’d look prettier in me.

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thinking about the ending of dragon age 2 as a mage hawke who sided with the mages at the end of the fifth blight, the warden defeats the archdemon and saves ferelden. they are paraded through denerim to the sounds of cheering crowds. if they don't survive, their memory lives on in a tale of great heroism and sacrifice for years to come. the inquisitor celebrates at skyhold with the rest of their companions after they beat corypheus, the threat finally ended, the inquisition a success.

but not hawke. you can fight with everything you have to support the mages, but there is no grand fanfare when it is over. the villain succumbs to corruption and dies unceremoniously - you don’t even get the satisfaction of striking the killing blow. you can’t get a round at the hanged man to celebrate. it’s time to go. you and your friends can never sit around your table at the hanged man again. you can’t be seen here when the templars come to clean up the mess. nothing will be the same. you have given seven years of your life trying to hold kirkwall together, accepted your accolades and played the part of champion, and you watch it fall apart anyway. and how much of that is your fault? this city has been stained in your blood since before you could remember, since before the blood was your own.

you lost your sister when you lost your first home. even so, you tried to live by the advice you gave fenris - when you stop running, you build a life. the estate that you clawed your family back into stands looming and empty. it is the last place you saw your mother alive, and you still can't bear to touch her things, and you will never even see her room again. bodahn and sandal are making preparations to leave for orlais, orana will find other work with the skills she's learned, and the house will remain, a hollow testament to your family's legacy. gamlen will hear only the stories. your brother fought by your side when it mattered, despite everything. even so, he will stay behind, and you might never see him again.

no, there is no time for a celebration. instead you get a cautious acknowledgement from the templars, a tense goodbye, and then you can never go home again. for the second time. you thought you could build a life, and you tried. you held on as long as you could, you made friends, you fell in love, you clung to the last vestiges of your family, but most of them will be forced to leave your side anyway. you won, but even that wasn't enough.

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*waits for alecto the ninth faster*

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"use chatgpt" that's the devil talking. buy four caffeinated drinks and pull an all nighter. this is the way.

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Isaiah 45:23

The Life of the World To Come (2009)

Vénus de Vienne

Louvre Archive 010256352 (100-300 AD)

010250473 (175-100 BCE)

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The guys are getting ready for Halloween!

based off of Kotobukiya’s horror bishoujos!

TWITTER

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this shit is the only remaining good part of twitter

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may you find the forgiveness that you seek, my child; just not in my sacred walls

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guess i'll put this here too, even though its past the day in my timezone lol

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sitting in the cuck chair in full plate mail long sword resting on my knees one foot propped up on a skull

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honestly the only reason im not an old man is that i happen to have been born somewhat recently. other than that 

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Stress having physical effects is so stupid your body's just like "you've been having a real shit time and I'm about to make it worse" I hope you die I hope we both die

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get yourself a main character whos two primary emotions are "little cunt" and "catatonic with grief"

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Waking up feeling like shit and giving myself grace like