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We've all seen your spirit self. It's adorable.

Ma serannas...

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Two days ago my husband said "...and he was pissed" and I said "don't say that around the kids!" so he corrected himself to "and he was liquid angry" and I've been laughing since

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For the "blood of arlathan" quest I brought Bellara and Neve with me since obviously Neve is locked in and Bellara felt necessary since the veil jumpers were so heavily involved. But this for some reason lead to Lucanis and Davrin figuring out how to open a goddamn gate before we were all killed by venatori and the mental image of Davrin and Lucanis being forced to use their bitchy dynamic to pick a lock while their girlfriend/best friend respectively is constantly yelling at them to hurry up is the funniest thing this game could've ever given me

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Art by Essi Välimäki

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Dancing with a Demon

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Inner turmoil

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A life that eats and eats and eats and crunches your bones but leaves your heart

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really enjoying the idea of solas and lavellan spending several centuries in the fade, like as time is passing on thedas, before they decide to pop out and see what's going on. and in that time, the southern/orlesian chantry has all but rebuilt around their worship. the survivors of the final blight already idolized lavellan as the herald and as their guide through the blight. people ask rook what happened to that big fucking wolf and they answer honestly that the dread wolf and the herald of andraste (who are lovers) (she tried for ten years to change his heart and she succeeded) ascended to the golden city to cleanse it and to calm the blight. and the southern chantry is like oh word? the maker and andraste are in the golden city again? heard. we'll get some statues built stat.

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taash, living next door to the infirmary, hearing rook run in to have their seventh conversation with a wall this week:

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FedEx: shits on my box, stomps on my box, kicks it, dumps gasoline on it, throws one of my chickens into the back of the van UPS: whispers at my front door “is anyone home” as quietly as possible before leaving a “we missed you!” note, tries to gaslight me into thinking my address doesn’t exist USPS: sets my package down gently where it’s not visible from the road, knocks on the door and kisses me directly on the mouth

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since rook has access to the eluvians, do you think they ever just like… take a night off to sleep in their own bed?

i’m picturing rook just walking into the de riva villa one night and passing viago on the stairs

rook: good night

viago: good night, rook

(five seconds later)

viago: wait a second

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Oh hey tomorrow is Wolfenoot.

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sorry that my pussy is so wet and soft and inviting and my heart is pure and full of whimsy. as if it’s my fault.

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Always look your best! 💜💚🖤