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anyway there it is, officer, there's the gifset that almost took me out.

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we really need to talk about how emmrich's romance scenes have the worst framing and angles, y'all. like the whole flower scene is so much friskier than we get to see with the vanilla framing and i'm fucking mad about it.

yes i am gonna get the flycam mod because i hate when shit is unbeknownst to me.

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EMMRICH, TOO, FOUND HIMSELF LOOKING IN THE DIRECTION OF THE OUTSTRETCHED HAND, somberly contemplative amidst the rot and the blight.  He didn't think it necessary to insult Davrin - a man most certainly and undoubtedly accustomed to witnessing the aftermath of traumatic death, especially from darkspawn - by pointing out that it didn't always leave a pretty corpse to be romanticized.  There were times the leavings had no real meaning, it was simply the last sparks of life leaving a dying brain in a flurry of terror and instinct.

He swallowed past the knot starting to form in his throat, purposely leveling out his breathing, reaching mentally for the breathing exercises he had so very often offered to teach the others.

“Souls generally do not linger, I'm afraid,” was his answer, after a long pause, accompanied by a shake of his head.  Called back for a time, yes, and he would attempt to see if they could glean anything from the man between them, if Davrin wished, but with this sort of trauma, and the clear swiftness with which an entire family found itself cut down-

“But other things press closer to the Veil than is perhaps of comfort.”

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"Shit." Davrin shoves the instinct to turn away. They were too late to save the family. The darkspawn had burst out of the ground suddenly and the people here hadn't stood a chance. He knelt beside what he assumed to be the father, hand still reaching out. Following the direction of the hand with his gaze, he couldn't make out anything that a dying man would crawl towards. Maybe he was just trying to get away from the horrors behind him. "Do you… sense anyone lingering?"

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“Nothing so very complicated beyond following his nature.”  Manfred is, after all, a wisp of Curiosity, and that has been a guiding force, since he and Emmrich found one another in the Necropolis, all those long years ago.  At the time only a wisp among wisps, seemingly refusing to move on to the next thing to quench an unending thirst to sate the want of knowing, which, Emmrich will happily point out, is what he has continued to do while possessing physical form.

“Manfred, as a wisp of Curiosity, seeks to satisfy that urge in the ways he can.”  Emmrich pauses, gaze turning to where Manfred sits, tying one of his many, many bits of string into multiple knots, his smile full of a gentle sort of fondness.  “It's no small flattery that what he seemed to be most curious about was me.  And since I hadn't the heart to send him away once light suggestion failed to have him move on, it seemed prudent to foster that curious nature.”

Manfred had been exceptionally receptive to the idea of taking on a physical form, in the living world, to interact with it in the physical in ways his wisp-self had simply been unable.  His body had been constructed as a labor of love, truly, and-

“He's adapted quite well, don't you think?  It seems just yesterday he was learning to walk, and now he seems to grow almost overnight.  His fine motor skills have come such a long way."

❝ what is it that inspired Manfred to take form and explore the living world? ❞

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or, on the other, other (radiation induced) hand, the problem could be exactly what i thought it was, we could get reba fixed less than three hours later, and i could come home and eat dinner and then make my being here everyone's problem.

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hnnmg backk

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or, you know, i could get stranded on the side of the road bc reba lost power and started skipping. ✌️

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i swear to god i'm gonna make myself write more than one thing today, or i'm kicking my own ass but i gotta go get stuff for dinner shortly so that has to happen first but!

i keep rotating the way emmrich pronounces balcony - no thoughts i just think it's neat.

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idk if i have it in me to finish this lich run, y'all, my game bugged and i am no longer getting darling and dearest and my love, and i'm so mad about it.

and then i scared myself walking into his room with him turning those not-eyes on me like

don't you look at me.

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HE THOUGHT, OVERALL, HE SUFFERED IT WITH GRACE, eyes fixed on the unlit chandelier of the kitchen's ceiling, while being assaulted with a veritable barrage of ill-conceived word byplay.  He refused to give that…That…Self-satisfied smugness the attention it so desperately asked for.

How naive he had been, truly, in his misplaced and unfounded hope that one could go about one's daily activities without being assailed.  How foolish that he'd perhaps bolstered that misplaced and unfounded hope when he'd found the room empty of those he would leave unnamed absent, clearly delusional in thinking this once, perhaps, the meditative chore of brewing a cup of tea would be free from squawks.  And the occasional loose feather that always seemed to find its way into his half finished cup.

His sigh felt as though it held the weight of the ages, when he finally released it, finally dropping his gaze from where it had moved from tracing the patterns of the chandelier to counting the motifs carved high on the walls (one pattern, repeated six times, with a motif above the door).

“Are you quite finished?”

Of course, the exasperation only stokes the fire; though it was difficult for most to figure out if her getting under one's skin is out of an affection, or a dislike. But the difference was truly there. Between the lines.

"I dunno, I thought you might find it humerus but I was dead wrong." She replied with a shrug. The grin of satisfaction, broadly on her features.

"Or perhaps we must visit the Necropolis... as it appears to me you might be missing your funny bone."

Was there a wink behind the smoked lenses. Perhaps.

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Rook? I was going to fetch some breakfast. Would you like anything?

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Is somebody gonna match my freak (hopeless undying romantic)

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Turn ask replies into threads.

If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!

Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.

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this was funny, tho. can't let my man rest five minutes i s2g.

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ARE YOU SATISFIED?  YES, I HAVE ENTERED LICHDOM!  AND I AM NOT AN ABOMINATION OR A DEMON OR A DISCONSOLATE SPIRIT.

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Neve: Don’t worry. Rook likes your butt and fancy mustache. I read their diary.

Emmrich: They think it’s fancy?

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honestly there's a hilarity about him having a glamour for his face, but leaving his ribcage tits out, considering he's so fucking tall most people are going to be staring directly into the void that used to be his nipples.