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no more cold and calculating i want warm and calculating. i want characters who use deductive reasoning to figure out whether their friend would like a wool or cotton quilt based off of their lifestyle, career, hobbies, and habits. i want "your nails are often chipped because you work for a law firm as a typist for this company which notoriously underbudgets their IT department, so ive bought you a keyboard cover that will not only prevent manicure damage but is also sensory friendly because I know you dislike certain clicking noises". i want characters who figure out their friends entire schedules and social battery levels just by examining who only use that info to know when the best time is to hang out with them. i want characters who create elaborate, supervillain level schemes just to get their hands on some collectible they know their best friend wants. most of all i want characters who do not use intelligence and reasoning skills as a reason to be cruel but as a means to be kind

#laïs #lmao #reblog

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“You are unique. In all of Thedas I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention from the fade.”

Gift exchange for my friend @siennamain !! ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoy!

#i am so in love with this Ella #I'm #WHAT IF WE WERE BESTIES WHO ANCHORED EACHOTHER IN A COMPLETELY NEW WORLD #IN A WORLD SO DIFFERENT TO OUR WORLD #THAT ARE ALREADY DIFFERENT FROM EACH OTHER #WHAT IF WE WERE EACH OTHER'S HOME #AND WHAT IF WE THOUGHT WE LOST IT #AND WHAT IF WE #NO MATTER WHAT #FIND EACH OTHER AGAIN #AND KISS???? #reblog #elvhen bffs are going thru it #terys lavellan

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I was @vakarians-babe 's secret cupid and I made hirs Tav: Dearbhla, Wyll and their baby 🥺

I hope you like it Laura, happy late St Valentine's day ❤️

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #wyll ravengard #tav #tav x wyll #myblobs

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mourning jewelry, popularized during the victorian era"hair, considered to be a remnant of the person it was cut from, also has often played a part in myths and legends; in a swedish book of proverbs, one can read that 'rings and bracelets of hair increase love.'"

#elizabeth westenra #reblog

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Caroline Walker Bynum, The Female Body and Religious Practices in the Later Middle Ages

#mildred #reblog

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Hi Nairuz! Happy valentine's day!!! Thank you so much for hosting the v day drabbles for the community!! Could I get something for my jornalist/tintin wannabe Keshet and Adam? I was thinking the 15 from the confessions prompt list ("i am so very in love with you.")

I hope you have an amazing day, honey!!

Hii Sienna <3 Thank you so much for trusting me again with Keshet and Adam <3

I had to make it angsty im so sorry ~

"I am so very in love with you" Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles Pairing: Adam du Mortain x Keshet Langford Word Count: 200

“I am tired of the same shit day after day,” Keshet rants. It’s Adam. Of course, it’s Adam. When has it not been Adam? She feels helpless as a puppet lifted up and up and up into the air. And he is the puppeteer, treasonous—beautiful, strong, protective—hands cradling her wooden body, only to release her as though she were a sharp, wicked thing, letting her freefall, strings twisting around themselves, all her limbs a-tangle.

And it—fucking—sucks.

The starless night above is the only witness to this display of emotion. “If you hated me, you would have said so, but if you—”

She pauses, letting the last word echo in the frigid wind.

But if you loved me.

Her lips quiver as she speaks to nobody but the fog in the air around her, voice dropping to a low whisper. “And I… Adam, I am so very in love with you.”

She inhales deeply through her nose, trying to return her emotions to a state of equilibrium, preparing to face the vampires in the warehouse with her best face on. And then she turns around.

“Naomi?” Adam’s voice seems to catch in his throat.

Well, shit.

#going feral brb #keshet langford #and they were soulmates #reblog

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Wenalen stared at the empty bottle across the aravel, his brows furrowed. In his mind telling himself how much of a bad idea it would be to ask for full ones.

He doubted anyone would give them to him, anyway, but his cheeks could've turned red just from imagining their pitying looks when they'd say no. They'd probably look at him that way now, anyway, he missed breakfast, lunch, and all of his duties.

On the bed, like him, was a letter. Far too short for his liking.

Terys wasn't just saving the world from a sky wound anymore. She was off with a Shem army defeating some corpse from Tevinter.

She said it wasn't just Shems, he knew that, but they had that burning sword they both hated branded in all their livery, and that was always their worst part.

Her mother had told him he couldn't join her. Tensions were rising in the Free Marches, she had an army and their clan had him. Terys would have laughed at him if he said he hated her mother right now (not that he would ever say that).

He needed a smoke. But he also needed to feel everything, put some salt in the wound- see if she noticed it a continent away.

Begrudgingly, Wenalen remembered what her mother had told him to do when he was upset. Follow the thread across the labyrinth.

It wasn't Terys' fault, of course. And her mother had called him at the beginning, to lead the rescue party if things escalated. But he was angry anyhow, angrier than he'd ever felt, and he wanted to throw up.

He went back to the last time he had ever felt like this. His father pointing his old daggers at him and his dad, as a Shem barged into them- hoping his round ears would make them mistake him for one of theirs and leave the small family alone. It worked, Wenalen was near pissing himself from the attack, he needn't put on an act.

Then he was safe in the trees with the Clan, and his father remained trying to hold back the Shem. And Terys was crying without her sister.

He comforted her then, and he would do it again and again. But that was the turning point. Everyone's turning point, anyway. Her fire turned to ice, even if she let herself melt around him. And he never returned to his body.

He anchored himself to her and let her lead him. Their lives were tied up from their first breaths anyway, he thought there was nothing wrong with letting himself go like that.

But they reached a crossroad and she went somewhere he couldn't follow. Whenever she returns, he won't know where to start sewing their lines together.

It wasn't fair of him to be like that, but it wasn't fair of her to leave him like that, was it? He was the one that was supposed to leave anyway, if the ink in their faces meant anything.

He could almost see himself a decade younger, in the polished mirror behind the bottle, scared shitless, tears streaming down his cheeks, numb while being dragged by his dad into the trees. He finally had to drag himself back out of there, didn't he? After years and years lost in there?

A sob shook his body and he wrapped himself in the bedclothes. Maybe not just yet.

#wenalen uccello-lavellan #dragon age inquisition #da:i #lavellan #dai #siennawrites #Spotify

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Wenalen is probably gonna be my DA:D protagonist. And he's absolutely loving it 🙃

At least there's Fado?

Tuning the guitar was already second nature to Wenalen, so as he fiddled with the strings, one by one, he scanned the tavern.

It was a strange sight to Tevinter, to have a Dalish elf playing Dalish songs as he spoke Elvhen with a fellow Dalish elf and drank Tevene wine. But times were strange, or changing, or, most likely, ending.

Terys sat diagonally to him, the corner of their small table separating them, one of her legs stretched to have her foot rest on his bench, as she leaned on her wooden arm and smoked. But her eyes never really laid on him, behind their laziness he recognized restlessness- no matter how much elfroot she smoked, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her relax.

No, that was a lie. He remembered it vividly. The day before she went away, to that Shem temple. They had smoked and drunk that day too- in their Aravel, smelling of rosemary and lilacs. She had joked about every danger she'd find at the Conclave, and he had laughed along, because his soultwin was strong and brave, and invincible as far as he could tell.

The twelve strings were tuned, so he started picking on them with his nails, as his voice remembered the words to match the chords. It was a sad song, but when were Dalish songs happy? He couldn't remember any. Or, at least, her uncle had never taught him one (his father had only taught her to kill, so it was only fair).

She seemed almost distracted by the song, now. He could see her fighting it, but she was losing. He hated it, hated how she resisted any reprieve given to her. If she hadn't gone away, if she hadn't surrounded herself by those self-flagelating Andrastians, she'd be okay- another lie he told himself.

But it was still their fault anyway, wasn't it? They were the ones who made them both change their paths, who made them need to wield blades. He had thought his anger died down with Wycome, with breaking bread with them.

He hoped everyone listening to him here could feel it too. He wished they'd feel everything, cry at both their feet. Maybe he could get that from the other elf, the one that dragged her here to Tevinter, who dragged her to Ferelden and Orlais. Away from her life and family and him.

He'd always been so certain of the future, he had walked that tightrope with his eyes closed, only to have it ripped from his feet. And he couldn't even hate the man who did it- he could still taste him on his lips and tongue.

She was looking at him now, her foot following along with the beat, but her shoulders remained tense even at the final notes.

His face twisted as he swallowed back a shaky breath. "You need to go home, Terys. You need to rest. And I really mean rest."

"The world is ending," she enunciated each syllable, baring her teeth in disgust at his words.

"I know that- I'm here, aren't I?" he locked his eyes on hers, daring her to get out of the conversation.

"Then what would you have me do?"

He almost hated her then, the patronizing tone, like she was above this conversation, just humoring him. Almost hated how clear the facade was and how she acted like he, of all people, wouldn't see past it.

"I wouldn't have you do anything! I just would have you try to be happy sometimes. You may have left us-"

"I was forced by circumstances bigger than any of us-" she didn't look at him as she interrupted.

"-but, I have always, and will always stand by your side, Terys. Talk to me. I came here to help you, make me more than your pawn."

"What?! 'Pawn'? Why are you calling-"

"Then do something with me other than moving me in that game of yours with him! Talk to me! I have known you for our whole lives, we've shared every breath."

"We both know that's not true."

Redcliffe- it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. She had played that card as often as she had woken up screaming about it, as often has he had been woken by her screams to comfort her.

She was angry, but the more he looked into her the more certain he was that it was not directed at him, even if a part of her hated that. He hated it too.

He kept his gaze steady and mouth sealed into a tight line.

"You know I would still love you, even if I never saw you again," she broke the silence.

"But can't you love me, seeing me every day?"

She kept her silence then, tracing the lines of the bark in her arm with her flesh fingers.

"How am I supposed to feel safe when not even you do?" his voice was soft now, only a whisper he knew she heard. "You can't even feel safe around me?"

"It's not about feeling safe, Wenalen. But this burden I carry is mine alone. I can't share it, even if I wanted to. And I'm not going to show it just for you to feel helpless."

"I feel helpless already."

She slid then to his side, wrapping him up in her arms, "It'll be over soon. I promise I'll be back."

He held her too, as tight as he could, as he shook the dread from his chest. As if she hadn't told him that so many times, so many years ago.

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Wenalen is probably gonna be my DA:D protagonist. And he's absolutely loving it 🙃

At least there's Fado?

Tuning the guitar was already second nature to Wenalen, so as he fiddled with the strings, one by one, he scanned the tavern.

It was a strange sight to Tevinter, to have a Dalish elf playing Dalish songs as he spoke Elvhen with a fellow Dalish elf and drank Tevene wine. But times were strange, or changing, or, most likely, ending.

Terys sat diagonally to him, the corner of their small table separating them, one of her legs stretched to have her foot rest on his bench, as she leaned on her wooden arm and smoked. But her eyes never really laid on him, behind their laziness he recognized restlessness- no matter how much elfroot she smoked, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her relax.

No, that was a lie. He remembered it vividly. The day before she went away, to that Shem temple. They had smoked and drunk that day too- in their Aravel, smelling of rosemary and lilacs. She had joked about every danger she'd find at the Conclave, and he had laughed along, because his soultwin was strong and brave, and invincible as far as he could tell.

The twelve strings were tuned, so he started picking on them with his nails, as his voice remembered the words to match the chords. It was a sad song, but when were Dalish songs happy? He couldn't remember any. Or, at least, her uncle had never taught him one (his father had only taught her to kill, so it was only fair).

She seemed almost distracted by the song, now. He could see her fighting it, but she was losing. He hated it, hated how she resisted any reprieve given to her. If she hadn't gone away, if she hadn't surrounded herself by those self-flagelating Andrastians, she'd be okay- another lie he told himself.

But it was still their fault anyway, wasn't it? They were the ones who made them both change their paths, who made them need to wield blades. He had thought his anger died down with Wycome, with breaking bread with them.

He hoped everyone listening to him here could feel it too. He wished they'd feel everything, cry at both their feet. Maybe he could get that from the other elf, the one that dragged her here to Tevinter, who dragged her to Ferelden and Orlais. Away from her life and family and him.

He'd always been so certain of the future, he had walked that tightrope with his eyes closed, only to have it ripped from his feet. And he couldn't even hate the man who did it- he could still taste him on his lips and tongue.

She was looking at him now, her foot following along with the beat, but her shoulders remained tense even at the final notes.

His face twisted as he swallowed back a shaky breath. "You need to go home, Terys. You need to rest. And I really mean rest."

"The world is ending," she enunciated each syllable, baring her teeth in disgust at his words.

"I know that- I'm here, aren't I?" he locked his eyes on hers, daring her to get out of the conversation.

"Then what would you have me do?"

He almost hated her then, the patronizing tone, like she was above this conversation, just humoring him. Almost hated how clear the facade was and how she acted like he, of all people, wouldn't see past it.

"I wouldn't have you do anything! I just would have you try to be happy sometimes. You may have left us-"

"I was forced by circumstances bigger than any of us-" she didn't look at him as she interrupted.

"-but, I have always, and will always stand by your side, Terys. Talk to me. I came here to help you, make me more than your pawn."

"What?! 'Pawn'? Why are you calling-"

"Then do something with me other than moving me in that game of yours with him! Talk to me! I have known you for our whole lives, we've shared every breath."

"We both know that's not true."

Redcliffe- it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. She had played that card as often as she had woken up screaming about it, as often has he had been woken by her screams to comfort her.

She was angry, but the more he looked into her the more certain he was that it was not directed at him, even if a part of her hated that. He hated it too.

He kept his gaze steady and mouth sealed into a tight line.

"You know I would still love you, even if I never saw you again," she broke the silence.

"But can't you love me, seeing me every day?"

She kept her silence then, tracing the lines of the bark in her arm with her flesh fingers.

"How am I supposed to feel safe when not even you do?" his voice was soft now, only a whisper he knew she heard. "You can't even feel safe around me?"

"It's not about feeling safe, Wenalen. But this burden I carry is mine alone. I can't share it, even if I wanted to. And I'm not going to show it just for you to feel helpless."

"I feel helpless already."

She slid then to his side, wrapping him up in her arms, "It'll be over soon. I promise I'll be back."

He held her too, as tight as he could, as he shook the dread from his chest. As if she hadn't told him that so many times, so many years ago.

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Wenalen is probably gonna be my DA:D protagonist. And he's absolutely loving it 🙃

At least there's Fado?

Tuning the guitar was already second nature to Wenalen, so as he fiddled with the strings, one by one, he scanned the tavern.

It was a strange sight to Tevinter, to have a Dalish elf playing Dalish songs as he spoke Elvhen with a fellow Dalish elf and drank Tevene wine. But times were strange, or changing, or, most likely, ending.

Terys sat diagonally to him, the corner of their small table separating them, one of her legs stretched to have her foot rest on his bench, as she leaned on her wooden arm and smoked. But her eyes never really laid on him, behind their laziness he recognized restlessness- no matter how much elfroot she smoked, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her relax.

No, that was a lie. He remembered it vividly. The day before she went away, to that Shem temple. They had smoked and drunk that day too- in their Aravel, smelling of rosemary and lilacs. She had joked about every danger she'd find at the Conclave, and he had laughed along, because his soultwin was strong and brave, and invincible as far as he could tell.

The twelve strings were tuned, so he started picking on them with his nails, as his voice remembered the words to match the chords. It was a sad song, but when were Dalish songs happy? He couldn't remember any. Or, at least, her uncle had never taught him one (his father had only taught her to kill, so it was only fair).

She seemed almost distracted by the song, now. He could see her fighting it, but she was losing. He hated it, hated how she resisted any reprieve given to her. If she hadn't gone away, if she hadn't surrounded herself by those self-flagelating Andrastians, she'd be okay- another lie he told himself.

But it was still their fault anyway, wasn't it? They were the ones who made them both change their paths, who made them need to wield blades. He had thought his anger died down with Wycome, with breaking bread with them.

He hoped everyone listening to him here could feel it too. He wished they'd feel everything, cry at both their feet. Maybe he could get that from the other elf, the one that dragged her here to Tevinter, who dragged her to Ferelden and Orlais. Away from her life and family and him.

He'd always been so certain of the future, he had walked that tightrope with his eyes closed, only to have it ripped from his feet. And he couldn't even hate the man who did it- he could still taste him on his lips and tongue.

She was looking at him now, her foot following along with the beat, but her shoulders remained tense even at the final notes.

His face twisted as he swallowed back a shaky breath. "You need to go home, Terys. You need to rest. And I really mean rest."

"The world is ending," she enunciated each syllable, baring her teeth in disgust at his words.

"I know that- I'm here, aren't I?" he locked his eyes on hers, daring her to get out of the conversation.

"Then what would you have me do?"

He almost hated her then, the patronizing tone, like she was above this conversation, just humoring him. Almost hated how clear the facade was and how she acted like he, of all people, wouldn't see past it.

"I wouldn't have you do anything! I just would have you try to be happy sometimes. You may have left us-"

"I was forced by circumstances bigger than any of us-" she didn't look at him as she interrupted.

"-but, I have always, and will always stand by your side, Terys. Talk to me. I came here to help you, make me more than your pawn."

"What?! 'Pawn'? Why are you calling-"

"Then do something with me other than moving me in that game of yours with him! Talk to me! I have known you for our whole lives, we've shared every breath."

"We both know that's not true."

Redcliffe- it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. She had played that card as often as she had woken up screaming about it, as often has he had been woken by her screams to comfort her.

She was angry, but the more he looked into her the more certain he was that it was not directed at him, even if a part of her hated that. He hated it too.

He kept his gaze steady and mouth sealed into a tight line.

"You know I would still love you, even if I never saw you again," she broke the silence.

"But can't you love me, seeing me every day?"

She kept her silence then, tracing the lines of the bark in her arm with her flesh fingers.

"How am I supposed to feel safe when not even you do?" his voice was soft now, only a whisper he knew she heard. "You can't even feel safe around me?"

"It's not about feeling safe, Wenalen. But this burden I carry is mine alone. I can't share it, even if I wanted to. And I'm not going to show it just for you to feel helpless."

"I feel helpless already."

She slid then to his side, wrapping him up in her arms, "It'll be over soon. I promise I'll be back."

He held her too, as tight as he could, as he shook the dread from his chest. As if she hadn't told him that so many times, so many years ago.

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#elvhen bffs are going thru it #terys lavellan #reblog

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#viola 'v' archer #cyberpunk 2077 #v cp77

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V got a makeover

#viola 'v' archer

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Wenalen is probably gonna be my DA:D protagonist. And he's absolutely loving it 🙃

At least there's Fado?

Tuning the guitar was already second nature to Wenalen, so as he fiddled with the strings, one by one, he scanned the tavern.

It was a strange sight to Tevinter, to have a Dalish elf playing Dalish songs as he spoke Elvhen with a fellow Dalish elf and drank Tevene wine. But times were strange, or changing, or, most likely, ending.

Terys sat diagonally to him, the corner of their small table separating them, one of her legs stretched to have her foot rest on his bench, as she leaned on her wooden arm and smoked. But her eyes never really laid on him, behind their laziness he recognized restlessness- no matter how much elfroot she smoked, he couldn't remember the last time he saw her relax.

No, that was a lie. He remembered it vividly. The day before she went away, to that Shem temple. They had smoked and drunk that day too- in their Aravel, smelling of rosemary and lilacs. She had joked about every danger she'd find at the Conclave, and he had laughed along, because his soultwin was strong and brave, and invincible as far as he could tell.

The twelve strings were tuned, so he started picking on them with his nails, as his voice remembered the words to match the chords. It was a sad song, but when were Dalish songs happy? He couldn't remember any. Or, at least, her uncle had never taught him one (his father had only taught her to kill, so it was only fair).

She seemed almost distracted by the song, now. He could see her fighting it, but she was losing. He hated it, hated how she resisted any reprieve given to her. If she hadn't gone away, if she hadn't surrounded herself by those self-flagelating Andrastians, she'd be okay- another lie he told himself.

But it was still their fault anyway, wasn't it? They were the ones who made them both change their paths, who made them need to wield blades. He had thought his anger died down with Wycome, with breaking bread with them.

He hoped everyone listening to him here could feel it too. He wished they'd feel everything, cry at both their feet. Maybe he could get that from the other elf, the one that dragged her here to Tevinter, who dragged her to Ferelden and Orlais. Away from her life and family and him.

He'd always been so certain of the future, he had walked that tightrope with his eyes closed, only to have it ripped from his feet. And he couldn't even hate the man who did it- he could still taste him on his lips and tongue.

She was looking at him now, her foot following along with the beat, but her shoulders remained tense even at the final notes.

His face twisted as he swallowed back a shaky breath. "You need to go home, Terys. You need to rest. And I really mean rest."

"The world is ending," she enunciated each syllable, baring her teeth in disgust at his words.

"I know that- I'm here, aren't I?" he locked his eyes on hers, daring her to get out of the conversation.

"Then what would you have me do?"

He almost hated her then, the patronizing tone, like she was above this conversation, just humoring him. Almost hated how clear the facade was and how she acted like he, of all people, wouldn't see past it.

"I wouldn't have you do anything! I just would have you try to be happy sometimes. You may have left us-"

"I was forced by circumstances bigger than any of us-" she didn't look at him as she interrupted.

"-but, I have always, and will always stand by your side, Terys. Talk to me. I came here to help you, make me more than your pawn."

"What?! 'Pawn'? Why are you calling-"

"Then do something with me other than moving me in that game of yours with him! Talk to me! I have known you for our whole lives, we've shared every breath."

"We both know that's not true."

Redcliffe- it was all he could do not to roll his eyes. She had played that card as often as she had woken up screaming about it, as often has he had been woken by her screams to comfort her.

She was angry, but the more he looked into her the more certain he was that it was not directed at him, even if a part of her hated that. He hated it too.

He kept his gaze steady and mouth sealed into a tight line.

"You know I would still love you, even if I never saw you again," she broke the silence.

"But can't you love me, seeing me every day?"

She kept her silence then, tracing the lines of the bark in her arm with her flesh fingers.

"How am I supposed to feel safe when not even you do?" his voice was soft now, only a whisper he knew she heard. "You can't even feel safe around me?"

"It's not about feeling safe, Wenalen. But this burden I carry is mine alone. I can't share it, even if I wanted to. And I'm not going to show it just for you to feel helpless."

"I feel helpless already."

She slid then to his side, wrapping him up in her arms, "It'll be over soon. I promise I'll be back."

He held her too, as tight as he could, as he shook the dread from his chest. As if she hadn't told him that so many times, so many years ago.

#wenalen uccello-lavellan #terys lavellan #siennawrites

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Wenalen is like, low-key jealous of everyone Terys talks to outside of the Dalish and, ok, he has a good reason.

Imagine you're born at the same time as this girl, from different parents, sure, but still. And then, you actually grow inseparable, and you both grow together. And you're becoming adults together and she has the vallaslin of the twin creator to your twin creator. You know your lives are gonna be spent together, romantically or not. That's your person- you both tell each other that, everyone around you tells you that. You're sharing an aravel and everything.

And then she goes on a mission she volunteered to, because of course she would. It'll be a month or two spent apart. But that's alright, you're only waiting.

But she gets stuck, and she's saving the world without you. And now you have to help protect your clan.

All your life you had these roots that are burning away without warning. She comes back, eventually, but now she needs to go away again to save the world once more. So you follow her. And you had her, and now she's everyone's. You were her person, and now you see her wiling to die for another one who would kill her.

#wenalen uccello-lavellan

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I'm not keeping the winter special canon (bc it's not) , too much Christmas. And Rebeca Abreu Langford, despite her many Ls, would never make her child stay with Christmas obsessed people during the winter, no matter how nice. Maybe during any other time of the year?

But-

I will not take Keshet kissing Adam with tongue and making him moan for the second time away from her. I can't do that in good conscience.

That vampire needs his butch so bad, like,,,

They need each other so bad, actually.

Keshet is gonna catch herself spacing out somewhere and feeling her chin drop to remember how it felt to accommodate his tongue on her mouth.

#keshet langford #they're soulmates ur honor

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IM LITERALLY THESE WOLVES AHH

Miller Zoo in Quebec, Canada!

#Shelter!!! #fennas lavellan #reblog