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messy messy ✌️💕

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Not Kotor, but another my old art that I still like..

Zevran is my first video game love, I adore him with all my heart

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this is a poster i made for my call to action assignment in humanities! it's a bunch of basic and easy stretches for people who sit and work at a desk all day (me)

the idea is that you'd put the poster up above ur desk and do the stretches every 30 minutes or so,, the whole routine won't take more than about 6 minutes to complete and when done regularly it can prevent wrist, shoulder, neck and back pain! :)

all these stretches can be done while sitting (although i HIGHLY recommend you stand up and move around while taking a break from working)

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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watersparkers + sparkswall ring + wavemother's robe. is this anything?

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WIP Friday

thanks for the tag, @ndostairlyrium!

Dragon Age jacket update! My white Posca ran out (for some reason it was way less opaque than the other colors so I guess I used up the entire marker just to have bold enough lines), so Malcolm's Honor is temporarily lined with pink, but I'll go over it in white later.

Tagging: @solas-backpack-mug @curiouslavellan @layalu if any of you want to show off wips and haven't been tagged yet!

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I'm probably never finishing these but they slapped soo comp time

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WIP Wednesday Thursday!

Who's even keeping track anymore!

Hiya! I wanted everyone to know I'm alive! Hurrah! And to show it, I've got a bit of a WIP I've been working on. I wanted to see my Warden, Champion, and Inquisitor all in one place, so I'm tweaking canon a bit and just throwing the two boys and one enby together. Tossing them like a salad; call me romaine

Here's a bit of what I've been working on (a little is below the Read More because I've actually been hard at work on this).

“I appreciate your answering our request,” Thales said. “The fact that you chose to come in person to help us resolve this speaks volumes to the magnitude of your dedication. I am exceedingly grateful.”

“It’s nothing,” Alistair said. “As a Warden, it’s my responsibility to attend to all matters pertaining to Wardens and the Blight.” Alistair didn’t mention how absolutely stifled and overwhelmed and bored he’d felt in the castle because Anora had told him that wouldn’t be polite.

“I cede myself to your generous expertise,” Thales replied with a sweeping bow, and ah. Alistair could see why Anora didn’t really like the Inquisitor. Despite lacking the accent, he was far too Orlesian for someone with Anora’s upbringing. After the Blight, Alistair typically wasn’t too fond of Orlesians either.

But Thales straightened himself out and grinned, a self-aware tilt to his lips, and Alistair found himself thinking the Inquisitor wasn’t too bad. A bit showy, like Zevran, but he’d been wrong about Zevran back in the day, so who was he to judge?

“Our council on the Warden conundrum is convening on the battlements,” the Inquisitor continued. “The Champion of Kirkwall has come, as Warden matters pertain directly to their brother, and they have close contact with the Warden who first blew the whistle on the Wardens’ strange activity. The Warden Commander has also come, all the way from Weisshaupt—I hadn’t expected him to even answer our letters, but my spymaster insisted we at least try, and I trusted her over anyone else to somehow manage it.”

Alistair froze. He could feel his comically shocked expression as it formed, but couldn’t bring himself to care. The Warden Commander? He was here?

Thales’s smile had gone simultaneously pleased and amused. “If it pleases Your Majesty, he may head to the battlements now, and I shall join the council presently. I have a few things left to do before I can attend with my full attention.”

“Of course, yes, that’s totally fine,” Alistair rambled. His skin itched beneath his fine clothes. His head was already turning back toward the door.

“I’ll be there soon,” Thales repeated, then turned and walked away, immediately caught not two steps away in a conversation with an advisor of his.

Alistair hardly noticed. He pivoted on his heel and started back out the door, his body traitorously flushing, his mind racing with too many thoughts to catalogue properly, save a few repeating stand-outs—Does he even remember me? Does he want to see me? How has he been? Why didn’t he come see me before?

Alistair ascended the last of the steps, trying to calm the raging typhoon in his chest, trying to quiet the thunder of his heart. Two people stood side-by-side: the first, a tall person with dark hair, head half-shaven down to stubble, a dark mustache and beard beneath an aristocratic nose smudged across in blood red. The second, a familiar waterfall of ginger hair (he hadn’t braided it today), thick eyebrows resting low over a mismatched pair of eyes, one blue as moonlit waters, the other as brown as the densely-wooded forests he so dearly loved.

He was unmistakable. To Alistair, he always would be.

Thelien Mahariel turned his head as Alistair finally reached the upper walls, perceptive as ever. His murky expression at once cleared, his lips parting in surprise. Alistair grinned, sheepish.

Thelien approached at once, dressed down to a Warden’s gambeson and some well-tailored trousers made to tuck into his habitual foot wrappings. Alistair privately longed to be wearing his Warden armor, feeling ill-suited for the royal ensemble he’d been forced to wear.

Thelien didn’t look anywhere but Alistair’s eyes, and with that look, the last of Alistair’s insecurities melted away. Thelien fell to an easy stop before him, a bit of his long hair still flowing with his momentum. He tilted his head back to look up at Alistair.

“Hi,” Alistair said, nerves making his voice waver.

“Lethallin,” Thelien breathed, as if able to for the first time in a decade.

“I’m so happy and relieved to see you,” Alistair said. Thelien had made him aware long ago he preferred not to mince words, and that he found Alistair’s earnestness a haven in a human world he was wildly uncomfortable in.

A smile broke across Thelien’s face like sunlight after a harrowing storm. Something in Alistair’s chest squeezed. “Weisshaupt could not keep me away.”

They stood there a moment, near and quiet, and Alistair could almost pretend it was ten years ago, and they had just finished a drawn-out skirmish, and Thelien was messily applying poultice to Alistair’s busted forehead while Alistair insisted he was fine.

But nothing stays. Thelien reached a hand to Alistair’s cheek, brows furrowing, eyes flitting about Alistair’s face. No doubt cataloguing all the ways time had changed Alistair. Thelien hardly looked different at all—no, perhaps just a bit more regal in the way he stood, in the effortless grace of his movement, in the confidence in his actions.

“You look pale,” he murmured, concern in his rumbling voice. “What have they done to you?”

“Nothing I didn’t deserve,” Alistair joked, and this close, he could see the edges of Thelien’s eyes tighten, distressed. “It was a joke,” he hastily amended.

“A poor one,” Thelien replied, a gentle scold. “You know how I hate that particular joke of yours.”

I tag @exantivancrow, @regard-me-not, @teahugsandcookies, @dungeons-and-dragon-age, and anyone else with something they'd like to share this week! Absolutely zero pressure!

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A conversation about assorted Mega Man villains during a stream led to someone mentioning ‘paper clip man’

And I was “Lmao like Clippy?”

Then I had no choice from there 😂

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I love how Astarion quotes The Tell-Tale Heart every once in a while. It's a rarer line, and initially I thought it was out of place (Neil is very well versed in theater, so I assumed it was a riff from him), but since reading an analysis of the work I think it was pretty purposeful.

The piece is all about fear and paranoia, things we know Astarion is plagued by despite how he might act. Similarly, the narrator of the story also tries to convince the reader that they are not as troubled as they seem. In the end, the narrator is consumed by the beating of the heart of the old man he killed and dismembered, the sound growing louder and louder until in a fit of rage he reveals the body to the police to absolve himself from the persistent beating.

Except the police never heard the heart beat, because it wasn't the old man's heart at all. The narrator was consumed by the sound of his own heart beating more and more rapidly in his chest from fear. He was the owner of the thing that forced him to reveal his true nature, he is the owner of the tell-tale heart.

And what happens with Astarion after you romance him? He realizes over time that, while he tried to deny his feelings and was initially only interested in manipulating you for his own means, he actually has grown to care for you. You have done something to his heart that hasn't happened in centuries, you have made it feel as if it has started beating again.

Therefore, his tell-tale heart leads him to admit his transgressions, which were committed out of fear and paranoia for his safety.

So the line is actually very, very apt. His confession during Act 2 is his own version of "Villains! Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!" Except, of course, it is his own heart that he is unearthing for us (and it's not so hideous, after all).

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by @photograpark

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capybara

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Reblog if you didn’t write My Immortal

We’re going to find the author by process of elimination.

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man this year is gonna be the year i either die or become someone else i dont know which one maybe both

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told the leader of the gondians that i had the runepowder bomb and intended to blow this place up and he ran out like the majority of the other gondians already did, but these two dumbasses are still standing there and i have no option to tell them i'm about to do an anders and that they need to starting burning some holes into their shoes right fucking meow

so i hope they like the smell of gunpowder