#漫言

[collegeoflore]

he won’t stop doing this……

[zodiacsea]

thin ppl are so obsessed with making fatphobia about anything else.

[collegeoflore]

bimbo behavior

[collegeoflore]

that hot pink bitch is named breakfast

[collegeoflore]

everyone tell me the silliest thing your rook does with their LI(s)

[zodiacsea]

i couldn’t convince her to pose for a decent photo

[zodiacsea]

logging onto twitter is such an experience bc fandom ppl there rly do speak another language. u r all sick in the head

[collegeoflore]

i think some of the trouble i’m having with figuring magpie out is that i initially planned them to live in a world where elves are oppressed and the crows are an organization that trains children to kill so rigorously that many die before becoming proper assassins and until ~10 years ago the majority of mages lived locked in towers because the general population found them too frightening to live freely and bioware kind of smoothed out many of these edges in veilguard and now i don’t have like. any of those hooks i expected to have to anchor magpie as a Person In The World. i mean granted the mage thing was always going to be less of a big deal bc ik the culture around mages in antiva was different even when the circles Did exist but the other stuff i like… idk i guess i didn’t Expect the whole elven oppression thing to be so smoothed over and sanitized. but it’s barely mentioned?? bellara straight up was like “will people dislike elves after this?” as if they don’t already? the shadow dragons are fighting slavery in tevinter, a thing that has historically happened Mostly To Elves, and yet that’s never mentioned directly. as an elf rook i never get to have an opinion on being an elf in minrathous. i don’t Get to tell bellara that they already hate us. i recognize it was prob wishful thinking but i had hoped we could play a smidge more with the dynamic of being a city elf contending not only with the fact that the elven gods you’ve never worshipped are real but also that they’re Evil. instead every other character talks to magpie as if these are her gods too and they’re not!! they never were! but there’s never really an option to outright say that! the only chance i’ve had so far to say they’re not my gods was worded as if i rejected them for being tyrants with no option to acknowledge that i’ve NEVER worshipped them?? as if city elves no longer exist to bioware when like. to Me that was the most interesting part of elves!

and obvs i figured the crows would be humanized a little more but it really does feel like everyone there has Chosen to be an assassin and could leave if they wanted. the fledgling jacobus is treated with like. kid gloves by both heir And the two talons present which is not exactly consistent with Training So Grueling It Kills Children? this is a much less big deal for many reasons (including that there is definitely a certain Lens the crows are allowing you to see them through as an outsider (and/or because you have outsiders with you for a crow rook) that may easily conceal many of the realities of the org. and also bc it’s just not a big deal) but it is still kind of baffling to come up against when i came into the game as zevranlover69

[collegeoflore]

my purple...................

[zodiacsea]

[zodiacsea]

jeremy. be so serious.

[zodiacsea]

just realized i have an all staff diversity training on my calendar today titled…. Introduction to Neurodiversity. i think i have to kill myself asap

[collegeoflore]

nothing but teeth

pairing: nb!Tav/Astarion rating: G word count: 4,030 description: Astarion is lying about being a magistrate - that much is obvious. Xarrai intends to find out what it is he's trying to hide. more context: Xarrai is a tiefling bard and courtesan with the charlatan background, and an escaped Banite cultist. Any pronouns are fine (though I stick with they/them here for clarity.) ao3 link: here

It's high summer on the banks of the Chionthar and the woods are alive with it, birdsong and sunlight on every breeze. The air is warm and bright and smells of fresh grass and clean water; the sun sends rays of light like long fingers between the branches of the trees and spills them across the worn dust of the road. It’s the kind of thing Xarrai could write a shallow ballad about, a song to be debuted in a room of drunkards at the Helm & Cloak to raucous applause. Or perhaps a poem, one they could whisper into the ear of a patriar in the facsimile of affection he paid for, wrapped in his silken sheets. It’s beautiful. 

They hate it.

keep reading on ao3

[zodiacsea]

i don’t think you do jeremy.

[collegeoflore]

i don’t necessarily think emmrich is transfem but wouldn’t it be nice if he were? everyone close your eyes and imagine milf emmrich with me

[zodiacsea]

you are too small and sleepy to know i would move mountains for you but i would. i would kill ten thousand men for you. if i had to rid the world of baja blast for you i would do it. you’re only nine pounds