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slides a bottle cap across the dash

spare ships? spare ships?

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💚💀💚

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guys, not to be an asshole, but i'm not an emmrich resource. reblog from the source.

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@mastcrmarksman -

Marvel au and Clint just -sweats- hey Manfred what do you have there- oh fuck can't let emmrich know

to the surprise of exactly no one, this is why clint's already banned from the volkarin residence.

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i love them so much

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EMMRICH VOLKARIN in DRAGON AGE: THE VEILGUARD.

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anyway, emmrich's slightly longer than normal pointy canines honk if you agree

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@adelweissa - ❝ I'm sorry, mein liebling, but I do not see the problem with putting a little bit of makeup on Manfred. He wanted to feel beautiful. ❞

AND THERE MANFRED STANDS, RED LIPS starkly visible where they're painted on his skull, looking - as much as a skeleton can look any which way - as pleased as punch about his “makeover”.  To be clear:  Emmrich has no doubt Manfred had, indeed, wanted to feel “beautiful”, and no doubt actually acted as the instigator - Emmrich's not fooled, he knows precisely the shenanigans Manfred would get up to if he didn't keep a sharp eye on him.  He's already a known thief of buttons, a buyer of miscellaneous hodge podge that catches his attention with no use at all; this latest foray into (admittedly amusing) sating of curiosity doesn't exactly come as a surprise.

Emmrich stands there a long moment, hands pressed together as if pleading for (internal) patience, lips pressed tight together.  “I think you are grandly underestimating the porosity of dry bone.”

His bangles clank and clack together as he gestures at Manfred, encompassing him from cranium to skeletal toes.  The stain from the lipstick alone is going to linger for days.  “Why, it'll take hours to get it clean again, and he does so hate the extra scrubbing.”

Manfred's disgusted hiss agrees.

“You should have considered that beforehand.”  It's followed by a sigh that all but exudes a sort of longsuffering, dejected acceptance.  “Well, done is done.  I suppose I should be pleased he's taking interest in his sense of self expression.  How do you feel about your handiwork?  Does it meet Manfred's request, would you say?"

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this is a reminder that i literally do not care if you reply in five minutes, five months, five years.  still owe me something and want to start something new? go for it.  still owe me something and want to answer memes or send memes instead? go for it.  just not jiving with it and want to do something with a different character? go for it.  need to disappear into the wilderness and scream at the sky for a few years? no problem.  you take any and all the time you need.  this is a hobby, it is for fun, it should not ever cause you stress.  you do what you want to do when you want to do it.  i will never be mad bc you drop something or it takes a year for you to answer it.  this is a collaborative hobby that we do for enjoyment and if it isn’t fun, if it isn’t sparking joy, do something else. you take care of you.  

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EMMRICH VOLKARIN | Dragon Age: The Veilguard (2024)

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fanon Emmrich: Bad back, creaky knees, fragile old man canon Emmrich: *slides down a 30-foot near-vertical cliff, kicks off from the cliff face and does a forwards somersault in mid air, lands in a perfect crouch, gets up ready for the fight and isn't even out of breath*

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i was this many years old (last night) before i noticed the pelvis cinch on the back of his jacket. i'm a fraud.

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that struggle tho

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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@he1retic - the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness. / these violent delights

NOT AN INACCURATE ASSESSMENT, NO, BUT AN INCOMPLETE ONE.  "One unfortunately very often follows the other, I'm afraid."  

In its own way, thoughtlessness can be a form of malice, whether deliberate or unintended, if that thoughtlessness leads to harm.  The First Warden comes to mind, a man of thoughtless stubbornness that has lead to the death of so many under his command, to his own downfall.  To the loss of Weisshaupt, a bulwark against the Blight since time immemorial.  Davrin had said he was a man without imagination, and while the entirety of it did not rest on the First Warden's shoulders alone, his thoughtlessness - his inability to conceive that someone and something outside of his purview might be right, and that he, himself, might be wrong, his hubris - had attributed to that awful maliciousness with which Ghilan'nain had pulled it down.

He'd be remembered as the First Warden who dared to stand against a god, and the truth of it - that he'd failed to act when urged, had waited until a moment before complete destruction before coming to any kind of sense - would be overshadowed by that.  Another kind of thoughtlessness, perhaps.  Another form of calculated malice.

He pauses a moment, with a thoughtful hum.

“Or more accurately, one can simply be a form of the other.  Actions reverberate, and when that reverberation - the consequences - of those actions are ignored or left unexamined, malice is born.  One can intend to never harm a fly while burning down the village through inattention. The end result is the same.”