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appalachianne · 1 year
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the problem with getting a tattoo is that then i want a million tattoos. but a million tattoos cost a million dollars. and i farm flowers and clean up horse shit for a living which, despite popular belief, is not a very lucrative industry.
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frodo-a-gogo · 2 months
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Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms
#i am (lesbian) sipping him like a fine DESSERT WINE#my evidence by the way is very simple and very damning. joyce messier. there i said it.#if you guys can appreciate the fact that Joyce is a complex figure worthy of disgust yes but also worthy of empathy#despite being a venal coward facilitating acts of violence and slaughter of the organized working poor of martinaise in the name of capital#if you can understand that she is a dimensional figure while also being an embodiment of the moral apathy and cruelty if capital owners#but you cant look at evrart and see that he is (while deeply flawed and morally suspect) also a dimensional figure#on top of the fact that his motivations are eminently relatable and dare i say it baser#and his greatest failing imho is in failing to advocate for the interests of *all* the poor of martinaise#opting instead to marginalize the inhabitants of the fishing village in favor of a power grab in the interests of himself and his union#though this is imo a bit of a grey area morally. undeniably a wrong and bad thing to do but done in service of clairs political goals#to gather power to advocate for the working class against ultraliberal monoliths like wild pines and fascistic orgs like krenel#still super wrong but i can follow the moral arithmetic there tho i don't like it#but like my point is if u can see that joyce is evil and pathetic but still cool and sexy but you consider clair flatly distasteful#thats cus hes not conventionally attractive#cus he is *every bit* as dimensional and interesting as joyce and he is not nearly as politically shite even if hes interpersonally a jerk
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wrylu · 2 months
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idk why i'm so moody these days but i find my despair funny
aka my average day as of now
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lilyoffandoms · 1 month
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Bianca & Adan
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My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch
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panevanbuckley · 10 months
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IT'S BEEN SO LONG I'M FORGETTING WHO I AM WITHOUT MY FAVOURITE BLORBOS
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squishosaur · 4 months
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thick lineart and round shapes beloveds. thats what jumps to mind first to me at least :3
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now presenting: my wife with thin lines and sharper shapes (evil version)
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svtskneecaps · 11 months
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can anyone confirm if there are multiple qsmp eng updates twitter account admins or if it's literally just one person held hostage until badboyhalo decides he's gonna turn off stream
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kirkwallguy · 7 days
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can i get your mary having Realizations. maybe at the day of her wedding?
omg TY for this prompt i love talking about mary but very rarely actually write about her. this stumped me for a little while because everything that happens at her wedding requires SOO much context that i had no idea how to start, and it felt ooc to just have cullen suddenly do something so terrible. so here's him and mary just kind of sucking in unique and strange ways. this takes place juust before the wedding when everyone is beginning to gather at the winter palace.
mild tw for vomit mention and templar ptsd-esque nightmares (???).
Mary awoke in Cullen's arms. Their bed at the Winter Palace was bigger and softer than any she'd ever slept in - she and Cullen gravitated towards the middle of the feather mattress together, leaving a large indent that would inevitably linger after they crawled out of it in the morning, waiting for their return later that evening.
Cullen never looked more like a Templar than when he was sleeping. It was strange - Mary had heard (and, she was ashamed to admit, read in Varric's romance novels) that people were supposed to look innocent in sleep. Haunted heroes became innocent boys, creased foreheads smoothed, racing thoughts slowed.
But Cullen's brow remained creased as he dreamed. He muttered to himself, kicked, scratched, growled like a dog. Sometimes, he frightened Mary. She'd cling to him in the dark, heart pounding, as he whispered cruel words at some imagined threat that taunted him behind his eyelids.
Were all Templars like this? Were there thousands of people all across Thedas just like her? People who lay awake with their palms flat against their lovers' sweaty backs, thanking the Maker that they weren't born a mage? Was she just unlucky? Or was this, as Hawke had darkly insinuated that final time they'd spoken, exactly what she deserved?
According to Varric's stories, Mary had a duty here. She was Cullen's reward at the end of a difficult road, a symbol of all he had lost and gained. She was supposed to comfort him, to soothe and fix his troubled soul - her arms designed to wrap around him like bandages, her kiss the perfect antivenom.
But on nights like this, when she pressed her lips to his twitching cheek, the taste of stale sweat always made her draw back with disgust.
One night early in their relationship, Cullen had drunk far too much and vomited all down himself. Shuddering and crying, he'd reached out for comfort. The smell of his breath, beer and vomit mingling together, had made Mary turn and run, leaving him alone on the floor in his own filth. The next morning, he'd kissed her chastely on the cheek at breakfast and his breath had smelled of peppermint.
It was easy to resent him for drinking like that. Many women resented their men for drink.
"Drink doesn't make men into beasts," her mother had whispered to her one night before bed, not loud enough to cover her father's heavy snores in the next room, "it just tells us which ones have beasts hiding inside them."
After that, she'd spent years of her childhood trying to see who did and didn't have a beast inside of them. She wasn't sure about her father - if he was a beast, he was nothing but an old bear, loud but too tired and lazy to do any harm. A few of the Chantry Mothers, the ones who would rap her on the knuckles when she giggled during the Chant, seemed to have dragons inside of them. The men who fought outside the taverns late at night were wolves, howling at the moon with their hackles up. And the girl in the portrait that hung above the fireplace in Mary's bedroom stared at her with the eyes of a songbird.
Cullen had something inside of him as well, but Mary wasn't sure if it was a beast. A beast, after all, could be killed.
As his dreams became more violent, so did his body. He writhed in her arms, as if a demon was taking over him. Mary held him tighter.
"She'll regret it," he muttered, "she'll be sorry soon."
Mary shuddered. Trying to distract herself, she traced the muscles in his back with a morbid fascination, feeling as they shifted and bulged unnaturally. If she'd been a healer, she might have understood how muscles worked - the violent snap and pull of them beneath her fingers might have been cause for gentle concern rather than a sensation that revolted her. But the inner workings of the human body were as good as witchcraft.
Cullen groaned, "kill it," he said, so loud that Mary squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that nobody else could hear, "kill it now!"
Whatever he was dreaming of terrified him. He cried out and twitched, kicking Mary hard enough in the shin that she yelped and pushed him away roughly enough to wake him up.
Cullen's eyes flew open. He stared directly at Mary, panting.
"Oh, thank the Maker," he whispered.
Mary stared back at him, keeping her eyes half closed as if she'd just woken up, "hmm?"
He looked like was going to cry. To Mary's horror, his trembling lips embarrassed her; she edged away from him a little, hoping he wouldn't notice.
"I was dreaming," Cullen said, "it was just a dream. A terrible dream."
Mary didn't respond. This was exactly how this scene played out in every single one of Varric's stories. She swallowed her disgust and reached out to brush Cullen's hair from his sweaty forehead, almost gagging as her fingers met his wet skin.
"Just a nightmare." She agreed, hoping Cullen didn't notice how flat her voice was.
Cullen, Maker help him, closed his eyes at Mary's touch. He lay there and shook as she stroked his hair, tense shoulders beginning to relax. That innocence he lacked in sleep was plain on his face now - he looked like someone Mary had never met before, someone she wasn't sure she would ever meet again.
"What was the dream about?" She tried.
Opening his eyes, Cullen stared at her for a long moment. His gaze passed over her face, lingering on each detail for so long that she almost found herself blushing.
Only when Mary was sure that he'd forgotten she'd asked him a question did he answer her:
"You." He said.
It should have been a shock, should have made her blood freeze, but in that moment his answer seemed like the most logical thing in the world.
Mary continued to stroke his hair, "what happened to me?"
"You were possessed," Cullen closed his eyes again, sleepy, "an abomination."
"Did you kill me?"
He was halfway back asleep now. He leaned in closer and wrapped an arm around Mary's waist, "I did," he whispered, "I killed it."
And then he stuck his face into Mary's neck, his hair brushing her collarbone, and fell straight back asleep.
Mary didn't sleep again. She stayed awake, palms against Cullen's sweaty back, and thanked the Maker that she wasn't born a mage until the sun was high in the sky.
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sysig · 4 months
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A bit more Defeated, and thinking about this post (Patreon)
#Doodles#SCII#Helix#Max Vyer#Dexter Favin#But actually starting with chibi Maxes because cutes!! He's the cutest!!#I was looking through some old doodles of my own and my chibi style from 2019 was so flippin' cute ugh#That Zedaph in cold weather clothing? Honestly still a fave of mine Zed is So soft in all my doodles of him lol#Figured it'd be nice to float some cute loves Max's way :) And I was right! Though I am out of practice lol#Was still fun to do tho haha#And then since I'd reread Defeated poor ZEX got a chibi as well! I'm sure he appreciates it poor lad haha ouq#Didn't even use my white ink to put a shine in his eye for that one haha :'D#And then a bit more with Dex </3 I had these ideas on the first reading (or so - in the same time period anyhow) but only got to them later#Dex speaks so.....patronizingly about ''Max's'' attachment to Caleb :) It's interesting to me :)#For a lot of it he's very understanding and gentle with him but it really seems like Caleb is something of a sore spot for him huh#Still ♪ I wonder if he'd consciously acknowledge it - and what his reaction would be at himself if he did hmm#He's no help to Max if he's caught in his own feelings! That doesn't make them not meaningful or important tho#And then to a bit of silliness ♪ No subtlety with the guard dog comparisons pffft#I will not apologize - if ZEX gets to play with a collar and leash with the Captain then let Max have just a little! As a treat!#Besides we all know the Real Dynamics here lol#Max and Dex do stupid couple's costumes for Halloween - who doesn't love a callback lol - and Dex is Not Amused lol#Hey I mean if the shoe fits!#And then the last one is just silly lol I may be misinterpreting the intended message but I couldn't not give it to them lol#And also Max in a ponytail for funsies :D Cute lad ♥
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tennessoui · 1 year
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About to go reread all your mob aus ✌️💙
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🤔🤔🤔🤔
new mob au obi-wan is the mob boss and anakin is actually just like. a normal civilian this time. no thoughts of murder, no bloody past, no bloodlust. just some dude, but he ends up seeing something he shouldn't and then taking out one of obi-wan's men when they go to make sure he stays quiet and obi-wan...likes that a bit too much
so instead of killing anakin, he threatens him into working for him occasionally.....after all, he has a wife and kids so he's pretty easy to threaten into compliance, either by threatening the kids directly or threatening to use his influence to charge anakin with the murder of his man
fast forward a bit and there's nothing obi-wan starts to like more than seeing the mayor's husband standing in his office with red hands giving him a report on what his wife and the police are gonna try to do next to clean up crime and corruption in the city.
and then eventually there's a shift down the line where anakin starts to think obi-wan is doing more for this city than anyone else and he's really actually helping people, giving them food and shelter and controlling the violence.......so anakin becomes a turncoat voluntarily, spying on his wife and her political friends and going to obi-wan to tell him things like what the police commissioner talks about after four glasses of win
and then the threats become rewards when they fall into bed together and there was no way obi-wan saw all this coming but he's always known skywalker would be a wise investment
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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I can't express to you how much I adore Weaver Márquez. The ghost in the static. A mystery not a puzzle. A person gone but still taking up space. A thing still leaving marks after it's gone.
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sequesteredbhaalspawn · 2 months
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Just going to go ahead and be silly with this post.
Because I miss EA Wyll so much I'm going to rename him "Byll" (I am so creative, sorry for the sarcasm, might think of a more unique name when I have the brain power to do so) Full Release Wyll Ravenguard's twin brother who also entered into a contract with Mizora- but instead he's an oath breaker paladin and can't reclaim his oath until he is freed of his contract. When he is freed he becomes an oath of devotion paladin.
He would be found in act 2 also being sent to save "Zariel's Asset" and have a reunion with Wyll- but something is wrong and Byll wont speak or look at Wyll- part of his contract being he can not talk to his brother. Part of Wyll's contract being he can't mention he has one. Which play into Mizora's already (abusive) tactics of isolating people.
If you didn't massacre the goblins in act one, you can travel back to their camp and have things play out similarly to how EA went (but without the ''where is Mizora'' angle because that would be settled in act 2). OR just have the content play out in Moonrise towers, but in a more limited way.
Romances between Byll and Wyll would be mutually exclusive (meaning they can not be done at the same time). Byll will be poly though.
Need to think more on how he and Wyll will interact and stuff, and how to fit him in better with Wyll's story.
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lotus-lamps · 5 months
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ONESHOT ANNIVERSARY!!
im not late what do you mean im late
(PLEASE ITS LIKE 12 AM IN MY TIMEZONE I ONLY REALIZED IT WAS THE ANNIVERSARY LIKE ONE HOUR AGO)
anyways image on left is a really old drawing, one on the right is the one i spedran for the anniversary but i was still late
I eep now
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dollsome-does-tumblr · 9 months
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one weird thing about me is that i feel like i am not as into music as normal people
(or at least normal very online people)
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meringuejellyfish · 2 months
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being into a work that is ongoing is a really interesting experience especially when its something like a manga/comic which takes a Long time (what an insane art form im always thinking about this) im waiting for the water to boil for my pasta im so hungry for dinner. Ok well by the time im posting this i ate like 40 minutes ago maybe an hour im so tired of eating dinners that do not have a side dish
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deadbeatdadjokes · 2 years
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Thinking eternally about how most of Lancer’s interactions/relationships with the people in his life require him to excavate fondness himself because they’ll do things for him that would insinuate affection but it’s usually heaped on by a copious layer of “It’s not cause I actually LIKE YOU OR AnyThing hope you die but u better not :((” 
Spade (on his good days), Rouxls, even Susie in the beginning, all of them on this spectrum range messily from feeling as though taking care of him is a genuine burden to pretending they’re too cool to acknowledge their attachment altogether so even if they love him it is a fuckin MESS they’ve left him to sort through and draw his own conclusions. 
So when Queen knows him for all of like 3 hours and immediately adopts him/starts looking after him he’s probably wildly confused and maybe a little suspicious bc he hasn’t done anything to ‘earn’ it yet. 
Not really trying to make a significant statement here so much as I am pointing out the comedy (and the inherent tragedy) that comes with all the important people in Lancer’s life fighting over wall space to lean against and go ‘tch’ at him as he walks by bc that trope is usually more effective if he at least already has ONE person in his life (THAT IS AN ADULT SORRY SUSIE) to take responsibility for him willingly and gladly.  
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