grief is so weird. I'll be sitting here minding my business and then something will remind me of him and suddenly I'm sobbing into my coffee. It doesn't matter that it was 24 years ago, it still stings like it was yesterday.
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HELLO!!! :D Requests still open...?
As I really like your art I was wondering if you could draw Sir Wilford's daughter (Crystal)! The scenario is of your preference!!!
I really find your artwork and ideas very good and creative and I'm very nervous about asking for drawings :']. Thank you so much for your attention! ^^
Adorable lil gal
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Me my mam and my cousin at the function (we should have been sisters)
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reaching a point in my life where im becoming truly obsessed with babies as both a concept and a reality but i'm also just as repulsed by pregnancy as ive ever been . can only satisfy my internal clamoring for childcare by seeing my cousins three times a year and when you get your babies that way they are not babies for long enough
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I think a lot about how one of tpn's leading themes was “in another world, you and me could have been friends (we'll fight for that world together)” and how bsd literally went “this magic book has the power to tell me there's literally no universe where you and me could be happy together”
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@awayfromdiscourse replied to your post “Supporting England just because their euro is as,...”:
I like they beat us, won't have to listen to Dutch nationalistic bullshit anymore
Don't worry, football fans are the same everywhere.
I'm glad not to be in England* right now to hear about how great the team is, and how the country deserves to win a cup bcs they play the best football in the world - everyone knows the premier league! - and the last one was in 1966, aka, before we walked on the Moon.
*granted it's half a joke, the most obnoxious fans and supporters of the English team I've ever met were, not surprisingly, not living in england themselves lol
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realised amell's family connections and got sad about it all so I wrote a little dialogue about his past. I'm not a writer so be gentle.
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"I do have family- well, I had family. I haven't heard anything of them since I was brought to the Circle." Leliana's silence was the practiced gentle assurance of a Chantry Sister. She reminded him of Lily. Daylen shifted uncomfortably on the bedroll. "I was born in Kirkwall, I think. I was only four when the Templars took me, so my memory is a bit hazy. I know I had a mother and a father. I think there may have been another baby as well. A brother? Sister? I can't recall."
He looked down at his fingers tangled in his lap and cursed the tears forming in his eyes. "They could all be dead now, for all I know. Is it- ah, I'm sorry." He scrubbed at his cheek. "I don't even remember them, it's silly of me to get upset. I'm sorry."
Meeting Leliana's sympathetic eyes once more, he continued, his voice wavering. "Is it cruel to hope that they miss me? That I left some unfillable hole in their lives? Late at night I used to imagine my mother lying in her bed, somewhere across the Waking Sea, sobbing the same way I was. It brought me comfort. I can't even remember her face."
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