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OOC. okay for real this time

OOC. rises from the dead,, Again

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OOC. trying my hand at some editing. spoiler alert; i have no idea what im doing and probably never will

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OOC. look at my Beautiful Baby

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OOC. man replayin Inquisition is makin me wanna bring back my inquisitor smh

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OOC. rises from the dead,, Again

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OOC. OKAY SO I’ve decided I’m just gonna. Overhaul this entire blog lmao. Starting with re-writing Nakoma’s bio so it’s more cohesive. Wish me luck

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OOC. the inquisitor when nakoma does Anything

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OOC. thinking maybe i should,, Revamp?

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OOC. have a little headcanon dump while i attempt to get my muse back

War has caused Nakoma not to value strength; she does not see it as commendable but merely a weapon.

For so many years, she has existed inside a sensation of depression in which she cannot quite grasp what she once was. The same clothes will never feel the same, and she can’t quite find herself.

She is filled with roiling emotions, but suppresses the majority.

Nakoma has lived through much loss, family and friends alike. She feels much separation anxiety as a result, always fearing that loved ones will never return every time they depart.

There exists an inexplicable, harrowing, and infuriating emptiness inside her because she cannot understand or control her existence.

She can be rather vindictive under the right conditions.

There is a numbness when she thinks of her parents; there was no closure. Sometimes it just feels like a nightmare—like maybe they weren’t even real.

Nakoma sometimes struggles with her reality basis. Particularly when alone, she tends to become foggy, a little lost in dreamlike disassociation.  

Nakoma struggles to express excessive, pent-up energy harbored from the frustration of continuing her existence in an unfamiliar world.

Others rarely irritate her; she simply accepts every facet of others as an integral part to who they are. 

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@quiprava

fucking shut up i’m trying to complete the ritual

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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@abracafockyou

✗ ; ——— Nakoma looks up at Rune with large orbs of white, blinking slowly. Her lifeless gaze was often seen as unsettling to those who did not know her, but Rune was likely quite familiar with her mannerisms by now. When she has his attention, she reaches into her pocket (one of the more recent additions to her usual attire, courtesy of Solas), and pulls out a rock with some soft green moss growing on the top of it in a slight spiral pattern.

     “This rock has a grass snake on it.”

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I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @couldntbcloved is a good person and deserves many good things.

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OOC. comes back from the dead to gesture nakoma’s pinterest board

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OOC. comes back from the dead to gesture nakoma’s pinterest board

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Milk and honey, Rupi Kaur.

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Nakoma: Varric, can I have some chocolate?

Varric: What did Solas say?

Nakoma: He said no.

Varric: Then why are you asking me?

Nakoma: Cause he's not the boss of you

Varric: