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A ship loves an anchor, and a hearth loves a fire, the way a kite loves a string. The one thing keeping it safe from being lost forever.

"A ship can never truly love an anchor." dude shut up. a ship without an anchor gets dashed against the rocks. it's useless, completely at the whim of the currents. a ship loves an anchor so much it carries it everywhere it goes. the anchor gives the ship the world to love. dude.

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I can totally stop. 1500 hours is enough. *Down By The River starts playing in the background*

Oops.... my finger slipped.

no man i can stop replaying this rpg anytime i promise. 200 hours is enough. i just need to open up the character creator real quick to look at something

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Rook is probably the only one Spite will listen to about bedtime. (I also keep thinking about bedhead Lucanis)

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If I was Emmrich Volkarin and I had spent thirty-five years of my life watching everyone around me get married and have babies I would be a little crazy too. If I was a fifty-two year old serial monogamist with a heart full of longing, I too would get a little weird about it when a Young Adventurer started showing interest in me. If I was fifty-two, a former orphan who'd spent a lonely childhood dreaming of family and had given up hope of ever having a wedding or meeting my children, only for someone beautiful and brave to start staring at me with big wet cow eyes and tell me I looked GOOD? I might do something a little insane like introduce them to my dead parents. And then if they for some weird reason found the whole Dead Parent thing charming I would absolutely neck on them in a cemetery. And yeah that's probably a lot of people's definition of moving too fast but ANYTHING looks like moving too fast if you've been standing still for thirty-five years. In conclusion, Emmrich Volkarin is guilty of horny crimes but they were justified and no jury would ever convict him.

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Y’all complaining about Varric being the one to confront Solas instead of Lavellen.

But BioWare knows you sad, horny freaks (affectionate). If y’all’s Lavellen’s confronted Solas, more than half of you would handle the confrontation like this:

Varric, Rook and Lavellen hide behind a pillar as Solas performs his ritual.

Varric: Okay, we have to talk him down.

Rook: That will work?

Varric: We have an ace up our sleeve. *points behind him at Lavellen*

Rook: Uh, Varric?

Varric: What?

Rook: *points behind Varric*

Varric: *turns around and notices Lavellen is missing* Where’d she go?

Rook: I think she’s…attacking Solas?

Varric: *turns around and looks to the top of the stairs* LAVELLEN!!! Get your tongue out of his mouth!

Rook: Is this part of the plan?

Varric: I’m sure it’s hers but I think we skipped a step or seven. No! Pants stay on! I said PANTS STAY ON!!!

Rook: *watching haphazardly discarded clothes land all around* Okay, with the underwear she’s wearing, I think this was always the plan.

Varric: Andraste’s dimpled butt cheeks…

Rook: *cocking his head to the side* They’re so…vigorous. And really flexible.

Varric: Well, Chuckle’s did need some stress relief.

Rook: I never imagined we’d save the world like this.

Varric: With the former leader of the Inquisition riding the Dreadwolf into the proverbial sunset? I’m almost mad I didn’t see it…uh, coming.

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Yeah, I've left a ton of "I just read this whole 90k thing in one sitting, and I am dying and oh holy shit I love it."

If anyone left something like that on mine, I would probably be walking on clouds for a week. So yeah, go nuts. Writers eat that shit up like candy.

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

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Hi, yes, I would like some happiness in late March please.

Happiness Will Come To You.

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Mage, mage, mage, and mage. I'm a chronic spellshite.

no nuance/multiple ocs option for these okay. you have to pick one. if you can’t decide just go for the class you most enjoy playing whether it’s for gameplay or roleplay reasons

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Solas, heavily injured after his fight with Elgar'nan's dragon, entering the Fade with Lavellan. He's been injured like this before of course, but he's always dealt with it alone. He would hole himself away for weeks, trembling as he slowly dressed and tended to his own wounds, casting what little healing magic would speed up his recovery. The physical pain wasn't the worst part though. No, he can deal with physical pain. It was the sheer isolation of it all. Being forced to be stagnant just made him think about how alone he truly was.

The adrenaline of his current situation wears off and he begins to waver. His wounds are catching up to him and he can already feel that he needs more than simple healing magic. He lets out a soft, resigned sigh. He's done this before and he can do it again, but it's never pleasant.

But then, as he stumbles, he feels hands reach out to support him. The feeling takes him by surprise for a brief moment. But then he remembers. He'd been so prepared to deal with this alone, as he always does, but then he remembers that she's here. He doesn't have to face this pain alone. For the first time in millennia, he actually has support. And the feeling makes him want to cry.

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My love is here!!!! Seriously considering setting up a house specifically for him. He deserves his own house.

I'm trying so hard not to flood this site with posts today. I hope those who got Fennorian enjoy him!!! ❤️

HE IS HOME!!🎉

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"In all Thedas, I never expected to find someone who could draw my attention from the Fade."

For the first time, in his entire existence, Solas chooses to leave the Fade. A place he loves dearly. His home.

This time, he doesn't leave because he feels obligated or manipulated. He was not begged to do so. He does it because he wants to be in the waking world.

Because that's where She is.

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Poor Emmrich. I’ve had a headcanon that (especially with Rook’s Chaos Gremlin energy) Rook and Lucanis wind up being the sort of “fun aunt and uncle” to Manfred, “load him up with sugar and sent him home to dad”-style. That includes encouraging his little imagination, and letting him pretend to be a rad little Crow when Emmrich isn’t looking. Sorry, Professor. Your kid’s too cute, it was bound to happen 🤣♥️

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thedas's sleepiest soldier

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All of my Rooks so far have been from the Mourn Watch, and I am absolutely unable to disrespect that place. I Can Not Smash Those Urns. Everywhere else in the game I go around like I'm playing Zelda, but in the Necropolis?!! I would never. (Which sucks, because I'm sure there's plenty of loot I'm missing)

One of my favorite minor details in Veilguard is that Emmrich Volkarin cares so much about respecting the dead and the necropolis…

Yet says NOTHING when Rook is looting every grave in sight 😂

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forever yours, nocturnal me

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