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i’d like to dedicate this post to my older weird gposes of lyon.

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so other cool varis factoids because i demand this man has hobbies now.

there’s a greenhouse in the palace courtyard he spends his downtime in for stress relief, most of what is grown there is roses along with various tea leaves. not that he’s huge himself on tea he mostly just grew them for regula during his visits as the man was fond of a particular doman tea. after losing regula he still goes out there often, except now accompanied by a drink of tea to tend to his plants and reminiscence.

he also grew a snegovik. no one knows how this happened. it’s his cool little moss ball that makes no sense for it’s climate and he will not be questioning it. this is why they are even in garlemald to begin with. popular theory is that it was in a seed collection that he grew given that he has to import the tea seeds.

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varis doesn't just own one pugnax, no victor is just the show dog. there's three of them and they rotate which gets to sleep in his bed. they are very spoiled and get two meals made by the palace cook daily. they also get to sit at the table.

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the cost of survival

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im making a plea to let me dress him up in game.

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my life and my plans are turning into NOTHING

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so like look i know this is probably a reference to anima in previous games but you cant just come into my house, throw this at my head at 50 miles an hour, and not expect me to walk away with transmasc varis.

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Stunning pictures of Lyon for @incaendiumest by @snakeofgarlemald. 

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Stunning pictures of Lyon and Menenius for @magitekhearted and @incaendiumest by @snakeofgarlemald. And yes, Noah as well.

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by request to the prior post; daboggy.

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ivth legion uniform rejections

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here’s the motherfucking tea or something.

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castrum solus

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hand of the emperor

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i could do replies or i could sit here and make menenius in the sims 4.

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riight. i should probably explain before i look like a total ass.

if i frequently disappear in game or just bail entirely, i sincerely can not sit in the ARR main cities for very long as the crowds mixed with my game mods make my computer freeze up entirely.

so if i ever just totally vanish with no word in game this is why and i am very sorry.

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Starter for @primalvessel

The heat in the Bozjan Southern Front proved as harsh a mistress as ever, this day. A mixture of sweat and blood trickled down the body of the Beast King as he oversaw the various skirmishes, stepping in where he found necessary to land an extra blow or swipe as needed. It annoyed him that the Resistance had managed to set up two camps yet far, two more than what should have been. An unending source of his frustration. He certainly had quite the array of words to share with Sicinius about the supposed marvel that Dabog was capable of if it did little to halt their foes.

His attentioned turned towards the newest skirmish to break out, a contingent of mages bringing forth fireball after fireball to lay waste to a group of some ten odd resistance members. A hand was pressed to his chin as he observed, watching from the ruins of a building nearby. As blows and spells were traded, both sides suffered various losses. The legion did hold their advantage by a person or two as the battle raged onwards. There was one particular, one of the men clearly not dressed to be of the resistance who seemed to be unscathed and proving quite the pain for the mages to deal with. Lyon raised a brow, wondering if this would be a fight worth his time. The highlander rolled his shoulders and stepped forth out of the shadows of the building, perhaps it was time to make himself feared on the battlefield.

While his newfound target was turned still, watching as what remained of the mage contingent retreated, Lyon approached. Not from behind, to hells with stealth, he instead met his prey head on taking the place of the mages who had stood there moments before. The man was not much for words, rather letting his prowess do the talking for him- which was why instead of a verbal greeting he chose to instead imbue his axe with flames. "Let's make this interesting, shall we? Just you," he pointed towards the miqo'te, "and me!" He then gestured towards himself. He stood at the ready, waiting for the man to either accept or deny his duel.