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blood and darkness boys (wip)

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the hair was painful, annoying and fun to make :D

But never again... NEVER

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Why is it I get on tumblr for the first time on the computer in years and its layout is just a copycat of old twitter.....

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Dragon Age: Origins - epilogue drawings

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the companions playing spin the bottle at camp but whoever the bottle points at has to get snacked on by astarion that night

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me: if I become the evil overlord I will never harm my minions

[5 years later]

highly throwable imp: hoohoohee

me: hmm

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dragon bust commission! 🐉

still catching up haha

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When your Dm PMs you to ask what kind of accent you pictured your characters ex having

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Something old from the archive

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deep dream extra

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Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

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"I want to kiss him."

Sputtered choking answered Tamlen and he felt red creep up his neck as Mara stared at him in shock, water dribbling down her chin.

"You want to what?"

He refused to look at her. "I don't have to repeat myself you heard me."

"Tamlen!" Mara exclaimed quietly, dropping her cup and grabbing his arm. The red had taken over his neck and now tipped his ears. She shook him lightly, frantically. "Who!? Zevran!?"

"Absolutely not!" Tamlen hissed, his whole face flushed now. "I'd rather gargle darkspawn blood again then place my lips on him."

"Then who would you even be thinking of--" She broke off as she followed his gaze...

To their fellow Grey Warden, shirtless, sweating, sword fighting with Sten in the middle of the camp. Alistair's tanned, muscled form gleamed in the sunlight as he went back and forth with Sten, grunting from a particular hard hit from the quanari. Sten stopped the practice, moving forward to give Alistair pointers. Alistair leaned in to listen, watching attentively at Sten's movements, his chest heaving slightly from the exercise.

"Tamlen..."

"Shut up, Mara, I don't want to hear it."

"Tamlen."

"I said--"

"I want to kiss him too."

Tamlen whipped his head around. Mara met his gaze with a wild grin, her own flush high on her cheeks.

"Well, damn." Tamlen whispered, wishing he felt conflicted, but found that his own smile was forming.

"So..." Mara hedged with a mischievous tilt of her head. "Are you going to ask him to our tent or me?"

"Creator's, Mara," Tamlen laughed, covering his face.

"You then? Got it!" She twisted away from him as he swung to smack her, rolling away and standing in one graceful move. Mara winked at him."I'll even let you get the first kiss."