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Guess who played Uncharted.

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He's an asshole and I love him dearly.

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reznov's eyes look green , they're listed as blue in the wiki , and listed as brown in the vorkuta intel . which one is it , soviet boy .

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:O i'll check them out

Posting on AO3 is like, I'm doing this for myself, but also immediately refreshing the page every 5 seconds to see if you get any hits comments or kudos. But totally only writing for me.

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Character skins always look terrifying out of context. this looks like you skinned reznov and are like :3 look at what I did :D

They use this to build the, baby girl (middle age soviet veteran)

reznov's eyes look green , they're listed as blue in the wiki , and listed as brown in the vorkuta intel . which one is it , soviet boy .

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This is how I feel sometimes trying to make a happy ending for a tragic ship.

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reznov's eyes look green , they're listed as blue in the wiki , and listed as brown in the vorkuta intel . which one is it , soviet boy .

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The Tintin movie is on TV and my family (who doesn't know much about Tintin) and I speedran the whole age discourse:

-How old is that guy anyway and lives alone?

-There's no certified age, the creator never gave a specific age.

-Oh, probably because he didn't want to limit it for his audience! Everyone free to think whatever age they want!

-Yeah, exactly! But he lives alone, works as a reporter and drives a car!

-Oh, then he must be above 18!

Surprisingly so normal and refreshing!

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His mutton chops and nerdy, submissive behavior bewitched me I'm afraid

Searching tumblr for all the Quintus Navale fans.

I was suprised that he had any fans to be honest I thought I would be the only fan. reblog if you're a real quintus-head

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Searching tumblr for all the Quintus Navale fans.

I was suprised that he had any fans to be honest I thought I would be the only fan. reblog if you're a real quintus-head

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“I know he’s a crochety old jerk, but I still felt bad for Nurelion. I left flowers when he died. I figure that as much as Quintus respects him, he must have had some redeeming qualities we didn’t see.”

http://skyrimconfessions.tumblr.com

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“Being gay myself, I love how I can be in a gay relationship and have it be perfectly normal to everyone else. My Nord married Quintus Navale and we have never had any problems with anybody, in fact almost all of Skyrim came to the wedding.”

http://skyrimconfessions.com

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Since Rohan is always out adventuring and what have you, I like to imagine that when he does go home for a bit of a break, after spending time with the kids, he and his husband Quintus go out and leisurely walk through the forest together gathering alchemy ingredients. That way when Rohan has to leave again, Quintus has all the ingredients needed to continue crafting his potions.

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White Winter Sky

"Master, look at the phial! It's refilling with your mixture as we speak!"

Nurelion's eyes fluttered weakly open, and he blinked in order to adjust them to the warm light of his room above the shop. He could see his loyal apprentice, Quintus, kneeling next to his bedside, the white phial in his hand bubbling with the mixture he created with his own two hands. Quintus was staring at his master with a grin and an expecting look in his eye, and Nurelion realized just how little he actually praised his apprentice. All of a sudden very determined, the elderly elf hoisted himself up with what little remained of his strength, reached forward, and placed a thin hand on Quintus' shoulder. His apprentice looked as if he was about to say something, but stopped when he saw the look in his teacher's eyes.

"Quintus, have I ever told you how very proud of you I am?" He whispered. This was something he didn't want the third person in the room to hear, Dragonborn or not. It was much too personal. To his surprise, Quintus smiled.

"You didn't need to tell me. I understood without you ever saying a word." His apprentice whispered back. Suddenly extremely weak, Nurelion collapsed back onto the bed, hacking violently. As his vision went in and out of focus, he could just see Quintus place the vial at his bedside table and quickly rush to the fireplace for a pitcher of water. The Imperial poured some of the liquid into a cup, used the rest to wet a towel, and finally grabbed a handkerchief from the dresser at the foot of the bed, before returning to his teachers side. Gently, Quintus helped the elf sit up, and began to give him the fresh water. As the cool liquid rushed down his parched throat, Nurelion allowed himself to accept the assistance. Though Quintus' caring nature was an annoyance in the past, he was extremely grateful for it in the present. He had grown steadily weaker over the past few days since the return of the phial. After the elf finished the water, Quintus gently wiped the blood from his mouth and placed the wet cloth on his forehead, before carefully lying him back down again. Nurelion sighed quietly as his head rested on the pillow, and allowed himself a small smile.

"Finally..." he breathed. "My work is complete."

"Nurelion?" Quintus voice cracked a little with emotion, causing the dying elf to turn his gaze on his apprentice. His eyes were pools of sadness, and it was then he realized how much he himself really meant to the young man. Needing to do something to ebb the pain, Nurelion took one of Quintus' hands in both his own. Eyes suddenly sparkling with mischief, he gave Quintus one of his sarcastic quips.

"Don't tell me as soon as I'm gone you're going to throw yourself off the bridge." Quintus sniffed, shaking his head.

"Of course not."

"Good." Nurelion smiled. "I didn't spend my twilight years training you just for you to kick the bucket right after I die."

"No. Of course not." Quintus tried to give a smile of his own back, but it turned out more like a grimace. Nurelion sighed again, quieter this time, and when he spoke his voice was much quieter.

"You're destined for great things, my apprentice. Great things..." After saying this, he began to cough again, much to Quintus' alarm, but the elf waved the imperial away. "I'm fine...don't worry, Quintus. This old body has simply seen better days."

"Do you want me to bring you your tonic?" Quintus asked nervously. Turning to look out the window into the winter sky, Nurelion shook his head.

"No. I think I'll do better...with a sleeping potion."

As the imperial went downstairs to mix the potion, Nurelion allowed his facade to slip and let show a worried face. "Windhelm is no place for non-nords, as I'm sure you've realized. Which is why I worry for Quintus...we've been attacked multiple times before due to our race. I'm telling you this because..." he coughed a few times before regaining his composure. "Because I want you to check in on him from time to time. Just to make sure that he's alright. That he's...alive. They'll listen to you...you're one of them. Just knowing my apprentice...my son...has someone looking after him will give me peace."

Glancing at the Dragonborn, Nurelion noticed a strange glint in their eye, before the nord nodded. Content, Nurelion went back to staring out the window. The hubbub of the marketplace easily cut through the thin glass, and the elf could see a hawk perched on top of the outer wall. He smiled at the sight, remembering how his parents always told him a hawk told those around that there was life nearby. He shouldn't be surprised that it nested here, then. Windhelm was a big city.

"Here, master. The potion." Quintus knelt next to Nurelion again, and held out a bottle that was filled with a rich purple liquid. Nurelion managed to sit up, and took the bottle, studying it.

"Blue mountain flowers with clean water, correct?" He mused, seemingly to himself. "I remember...this was the first thing my teacher taught me. A member of House Ravenwatch named Fennorian..."

"And it was the first thing you taught me." Quintus added quietly. Nurelion smiled.

"Yes. It has become a tradition, has it not?" With trembling hands, Nurelion uncapped the bottle and placed the cork on the nightstand beside the white vile. Holding it up to his lips, the elf took a deep breath, before downing the potion in one gulp. He shivered has the vile liquid went down. Giving a short laugh, he remarked, "Just as disgusting as always!" Chuckling, he lay back down, and continued to look out at the snow white sky. "I had hoped to see Auridon...one last time." He whispered to himself. "Alas...it wasn't meant to be." Nurelion could feel the potion kicking in, drowsiness filling his mind. Closing his eyes, he let the feelings of life flow through him for the last time.

"Live well, Quintus...my son..."

Outside on the wall, the hawk cawed, spread its wings, and flew away into the white winter sky.

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Another exciting day at the white phial.

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Posting on AO3 is like, I'm doing this for myself, but also immediately refreshing the page every 5 seconds to see if you get any hits comments or kudos. But totally only writing for me.

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when I look at western media depictions of Chinese things I always look for gay lions

so lion statues have a male and female lion pair, male lions have a ball to play with and lionesses have a little baby to take care of (lion patriarchy)

Lot of westerners don't know this so they accidentally draw Gay Lions

look at them. love wins