Jay/Jess, she/her, 28 This is honestly whatever my current cycle of hyper fixation is. SWTOR, BG3, and DA currently have me in brain rot.
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- TRAJE DE LUCES -
Ange by Quentin de Ladelune
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Comic practice without speech bubbles so I don't have to think about text layout.
#sinf#secrets of the immortal nicholas flamel#billy the kid#black hawk#niccolo machiavelli#YOOOO#ITS THE BOYS#HELL YEAH
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some old sketches of them i posted on x
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A Flower in the Desert - Chapter 2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61246537/chapters/165230188
#anton ego#anton ego x reader#ratatouille#i am 100% here for this#made me want a character i didnt know i could want 👀#superb writing as always!!
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CONTROL
Pairing: Weiler de Riva x Emmrich Volkarin Words: 2,512 Rating: Mature Summary: Weiler and Emmrich explore what it means to lose control. AO3 Link
Thank you so much to @smoreofbabylon for the prompt a kiss to lose control. This . . . totally ran away from me and life got in the way. It probably isn't what you had in mind, but ironically I had no control over this. It just happened. It's true to Weiler and Emmrich though, so I hope you (and everyone else!) enjoys x
When Emmrich's hand reached forward toward her cheek - slow and hesitant, as if she were a skittish beast - Weiler instantly snatched his wrist in her own tight grip. Idiot, she scolded herself, you've just proved him right. A deep, shuddering breath fell from her lips as she stared down his hand like it posed a challenge, a threat. No, this is Emmrich, she had to remember. He has never hurt you, would never hurt you. Not like you're hurting him. With a sickening swoop in her belly, she realised that her trembling knuckles had bled of their colour. Her nails were digging into the tender skin, pressing against the thin blue ribbon of vein beneath. And yet - despite the frantic racing of her heart that seemed to stumble and trip in her chest - she could not force herself to let go.
"Sorry." She dropped her head, feeling her hand shake, and fixed her wide-eyed gaze at his shoes. The leather gleamed. The laces were perfectly symmetrical. The ends were pointed in a way that made her wonder if they had narrowed the width of his toes. Beneath her palm, a chilled dampness began to prickle. Emmrich had probably spent more coin on these shoes than she had owned in her life.
"Weiler." She flinched to hear his voice, no matter how gently it fell against her. Curling in on herself, she tucked her chin tighter to her collarbone, her eyes screwed tight as she waited for steel to harden his words. "Dearest one, may I?" Opening her left eye the slightest amount, she struggled to focus on his right hand, held out low toward her but with plenty of space between them still. She heard the question and was surprised by his intent when his left hand was still in her unforgiving grasp. Her vision began to clear; his palm was upward facing, the long fingers uncurled and relaxed within the burgundy leather.
She twitched, an uncomfortable jerk of her head one, two in time with her spiralling thoughts, but when he made to pull away her stomach lurched again.
"Wait." Close your eyes. Take a breath. Slow. Deep. Again. In. Out. Again. In . . . out. The long exhale was steadier, only a faint ripple to the air as it escaped her lips. "Okay. Where?"
"If you are comfortable with me doing so, your mandible. On your left-hand side."
Not quite trusting herself to let more words out, Weiler instead hummed. The vibration tickled up the length of her throat and along her tongue like her own voice would happily betray her to pour itself out to her lover. What it would say she was afraid to know, so a thoughtless noise would have to do. Like an animal.
“Darling, I know it’s difficult,” did he? How could he? When he could conjure a tapestry of words out of nothing like, well, magic when she could barely thread a needle with her clumsy tongue, how could he possibly know, “and in another circumstance I would not push this. But I need to hear you give me permission to touch you.”
Fuck.
Weiler swallowed, a thick and painful thing to do given the tension in her neck, and worked her jaw as a horse would champ around the bit that pinched its mouth. Her hand still gripped Emmrich’s wrist – Maker, shit, just let him go! – her arm now shaking with the effort, and of course he was going to grow impatient, pull away, sigh in such disappointment that yet again she had failed in such a simple thing like the imbecile she was when he had been so kind, so understanding, so enduring of her fucking weakness. His brow would furrow, his gaze would grow cold, and he would wrench himself from her (and of course she would be able to let him go then, how could she force him to stay?) and leave her alone, alone, alone like she deserved –
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Continuing on from my previous post about which path you would choose for Emmrich. I would like to talk about something about Lich Emmrich that I think is extremely cute, and I haven't seen anyone else talk about.
Right out of the gate of the Lichdom ceremony, Emmrich will immediately start referring to Rook as "My love". He will occasionally still say Rook/dearest/darling, but for the most part he will say My love.
The only time I know human Emmrich say My love, it in the pre-coffin moment where human and glamour lich Emmrich share the same cutscene. I'm going to stomp my feet and say this cutscene was at one time during development intended to be for Lich Emmrich only. (I'm not talking about the kissing part. Only the choise where he sais my love. If human Emmy wants to tumble in the coffin I'm 100% on board.)
Human Emmrich is still very cute, don't get me wrong. I love him dearly too. Like he will say he is the luckiest man alive while Lich Emmrich say he will cherish the memory into eternity. They're sweet in different ways.
As for why this change in his affection? I have made up my own canon for it. It's based on his confession to being able to see Rook's life "like a thread of diamond flame". In my canon he can see more - namely Rooks emotional state. He can see Rooks affection for him, and as a result his love skyrockets. He is safe in the knowledge that he is loved.
I'd love to hear what you think is the reason for this change. Could it be his lack of flesh that makes him compensate with words? Or maybe it wasn't the real Emmrich that came back after all? What is your theory?
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I need everyone who didn’t read the books to know that Felassan (who’s name means slow arrow in elven)
This guy

Who was in several of solas’ memories and has notes around the lighthouse and crossroads
Was in the masked empire. He was a friend and mentor of Brialas and helped her with her efforts to use her relationship with Celene to improve the lives of elves in Orlais (and tried to let her down gently when it became apparent that was not enough).
He refuses to let Briala tell him the code for the eluvian network so that he cannot give it on to Solas. Refusing to tell him would not be enough to keep it from him. When he meets with Solas he tries to convince him that modern elves should be given a chance. Solas murders him, his ally of thousands of years, for this.
In inquisition, Cole says this:

This is what the Betrayal of Felassan represents. Solas murdered his trusted friend and ally because he though modern elves were people whose lives had value.
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a small break
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"Hey, Kid, what are you lookin' at?"
"I . . . Varric . . . Have we been here before?"
"Guess you took a harder bump to the head back there than I thought. Look, we can talk about it later. Let's get to Neve and find Solas before he does something he's going to regret. Again."
Have I just finished Weiler's playthrough? Yes. Do I need to play her story again? . . . Also yes.
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‼️nsfw below‼️
girl on top supremacy fuck yea
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have you ever had a crush on a teacher?
#unfortunately yes#it was bad and apparently other staff knew about it#i work at a school now and im BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING#expect now its on a coworker lol
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Is this post-traumatic stressing, or am I suppressing rage?
If anyone has any tips for how to make good looking edits of dragon origins screenshots, please let me know. Warm tones are my nemesis.
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User: "Hoping against hope Lucanis is one of the companions in their 30s that you mentioned 🤞" John Epler: "he’s mid thirties!" [source]
On Lucanis' age!
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i'm crying lmao. bioware's coming for your dick RUUUNNN!!!! THEY WANT YOU FLACCID OR DEAD
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the game is over, rook died from blushing
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romancer necromancer
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