Rook: *punches the first warden*
Bellara and Emmrich: what the fuck-
Everyone else: *cheerful clapping*
Rook: *punches the first warden*
Bellara and Emmrich: what the fuck-
Everyone else: *cheerful clapping*
Day 7 of #Veiltober - Davrin Griffon Daddy.
the racist hag i work with went on a rant about me while i could hear her to my boss (over a situation im not involved in at all) and said im rude and take the lords name in vain and talk about my socialist ideals so often and she has to just sit and listen (i do not speak to her but she did read me i cant lie) and that ive made this place very toxic to her (i dont let her push me around and my boss likes me more than her) so im having a good day how are yall
the substance is absolutely fucking bonkers grisly gorgeous horrifying and disgusting it's cured my body dysmorphia and it's given me 7 new disorders it's me on my period it's me in my dreams it's me alone in the shower it's me chewing 5 gum it's my ego it's my mother it's my future it's my worst enemy it's EVERYTHING
Portraits! Of da2 characters, because I don’t have time for anything more interesting these days
Son of Gondor
i don't want to "work" at my "job" i want to sexualize that old man and put him in situations in my mind
wearing a new perfume today (milk by commodity) and i'm obsessed with the warmth and coziness of it. it's definitely sweet but not in a sick way just in a clean dessert, gently toasted marshmallow, cold weather musky that i'm really enjoying. i hope it lasts a while because im truly loving it. i will probably buy a full size eventually.
the substance did what barbie was too afraid to do
she's so real for that
he's like a mutual to me
SHIV: is this serious? kendall's leading the inquisition now?
FRANK: mm. the 'herald of andraste,' apparently.
TOM: no, he can't call himself that. can he?
SHIV: he shouldn't. it's insane. he's having some kind of—public mental breakdown, and nobody's stopping him. we can't give him our support.
ROMAN: i mean, it's not up to you, shiv. if we don't back him when the templars do, it kind of makes us look like we're too busy jerking off in a palace to do anything about a world-ending crisis.
SHIV: it makes us look like we're still sane. we need to get a handle on him before this escalates into an international incident. he's not stable. he's petitioning heads of state to supply troops using the old grey warden treaties.
TOM: he's a warden-commander now, too?
SHIV: he could decide he is in the next week. he could ruin us, politically, probably financially, and there's no telling how the orlesians might react—
[Enter LOGAN.]
LOGAN: fucking rifts! demons getting spat out in the middle of the street! you try to reason with mages and they tear open the sky. after what happened in kirkwall i don't know why every knight-commander didn't invoke the right of annulment. what's this about kendall?
just made a concoction (layered two perfumes) (glossier you rêve and warm bulb by clue perfumery) and it smells...not Sweet but sweet and warm and like i just blew out a candle after dusting bookshelves. i dont know if i like the first impression but the lingering smell after you take a whiff is extremely interesting
you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me
me 🤝 older men with long hair and beards, who's signature colour is purple, who are possessed by a great evil which they struggle to control and they fear will destroy those they love
I am very normal about him