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Gortash trying to work around the clock to finish all of his schemes and side projects and main projects and keep track of his hobbies while Durge, the procastinator who has only one job, is trying to distract him with bites and tongue kissing

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christmas prep killed me so pls accept a pinup gort as a lackluster gift 🙏

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in addition to teia and lucanis hating puns, crow rook loving them cracks me up. like yes, you were definitely partly raised by viago "up and adder" de riva

i love the idea of them bonding over it, especially in the early days when they were both very awkward and unsure about each other

like viago finds them poking in his personal antidote stash, and before he can yell at them, he realizes they're giggling. and he demands to know what exactly is so amusing

and they turn to him, tears in their eyes, and say, "dude, you're hilarious. some of these labels are genius"

and viago is completely nonplussed and forgets to be angry for a second because no one likes his puns

years later, when rook is a full crow, they make terrible puns with a completely straight face during contract meetings to try and get viago to break. this leaves clients thinking rook is mildly deranged (true), and viago always lectures them about being more professional

but secretly he's proud when they come up with a really good one

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A short preview of a fic I'm working on. Not sure if or when this one will be ready, though. These 2 have me in a chokehold. I have never been down so bad for a bunch of fictional characters.

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….well, she’s got the spirit!

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A sweet moment.

Andreth takes Aegnor to the frozen Lake Aeluin. A place she has spent many happy childhood memories.

"Oh, Aegnor...what a glorious sight!" She puffed, the cold air blew from her mouth as her red cheeks pulled into a radiant grin as she laced her skates around her thick socks.

"Quite...," he replied softly. "Though, I am somewhat perplexed, fair lady, as to the reason you have brought me here,"

"Here," she answered, holding out a pair, equal to hers. Aegnor stared down at her novel offering. His brow furrowed, and his eyes glinted with amusement as he gently took them from her hands. "Put them on!" She cheered excitedly. Her eyes glowed with anticipation.

"I was perplexed at first, now I am no further enlightened...are we crossing the lake or preparing for war?" He asked. "These boots have blades beneath them!"

Laughter burst from her. "My dear, sweet elf! You are so utterly guileless at times!" Her grin swelled with glee. She watched him silently as he innocently plucked away at the blade of his skates. The suns soft light alluminated the fine contours in his face. In that moment, he appeared to her, the most beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes upon, and her smile faded.

"Have you ever wondered what it felt like to soar like a bird, Aegnor?" she asked, blushing. His eyes flicked curiously from the skate to her. Their gaze lingered in that moment, full of promise and hope. Then, his lips bent into a tender smile.

"Who hasn't desired for such a thing, my lady?" He replied softly.

"Here," she blushed, gently pushing his skates toward his chest. "Let me show you,"

Painting by Elena Kukanova

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i mean why else would he wear it like that

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thinking about each other

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canon screenshot birthday present doodle for my favorite bastard in the entire world @myspacelegend ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Spite's poetry is eating me alive. What do you mean a demon writes poetry while his host is asleep. What do you mean he describes himself as a fraction of what he once was.

"a PEACE cut from the ALL" A PEACE. A peace. Not piece. He was content once. Rememburnings. The memory of what he used to be burns. An infinity instead of a small shade.

What do you mean he feels like a hooked claw into Lucanis's gut. What do you mean he can feel the joy from Lucanis when they drink coffee because Lucanis wiggles his toes. A small shade and a wounded spirit sitting together oh my fucking god

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viago de riva gifs ⟶ 2/?

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the crows send their regards

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'my hot mage wife' + 'me doing whatever the hell she wants'

they are spending quality time together while lucanis gets some sleep. (just don't ask me what they're doing)

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The way Solas greets the two most important women in his life is something else I’ve not seen people speak about too much.

Lavellan, he breathes the name for her that his heart knows best. Because she is his heart. He reveres her beyond mere religion. Beyond everything. And he can’t look at her but he must because it’s her, it’s truly her. The tension between them, wanting to go to her…

And then there’s Mythal.

He doesn’t breathe her name in reverence. It’s in dread that he almost groans her name. It’s not a pleasing thing. It’s fear. He cowers before her, literally bowing over the knife and trying to give it to her for a second. That’s not how you greet someone who’s been kind to you. He’s cringing before her like a beaten dog. He loves her but he expects pain. He expects to be hurt. He expects her to do it. Because it’s happened before.

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he can’t remember what the symbols mean anymore, only that they were important somehow

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