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TUNNEL SNAKES RULE.

@gortashshairytits / gortashshairytits.tumblr.com

This is an 18+ blog, peruse at your own risk. I go by Kore, she/her, 21+ years old, ENTP (or INTP, not sure which). I just go wherever the hyperfixation takes me, honestly. Blank and/ageless blogs will be blocked.
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TW: obsession, obsessive thoughts

fem reader

Thinking about when the playboy finally falls in love…

It’s so silly, soft as it may sound, untrue even given his record of sleeping around, but sometimes all he wants is pure unadulterated love. A hug once in a while would be nice – maybe a chaste kiss on his cheek – or cuddles.

You hadn’t believed a lick of it. You’d only laughed in his face with a shake of your head, telling him that must have been the worst pick-up play you’d ever been the victim of. 

It’s cliché, but he’s been obsessed with you ever since.

He feels like such a loser thinking about it – rolling his eyes with a hidden smile while looking at the candid picture he’d snapped of you. 

Chewing on this tongue while fantasizing such ridiculous things – virginal nothings such as handholding or resting his head in your lap and feeling you play with his hair. Sleeping together with your clothes on – spooning each other all clingy and soft...

Whispering sweet little nothings against the shell of his ear – teasing him. Playfighting – making you squeal and giggle as he grabs you and pins you beneath him in the bed. Tickling – making you laugh. Or kissing your nose and forehead and hand. 

Oh, and making breakfast together, eating lunch, and sharing dinner. 

Don't get him started on showering – helping each other wash – backrubs and headscrubs. How good your hands would feel carding through his hair as you rub in soap and rinse it out. Or just face masks. A whole evening in the bubble bath.

Watching some stupid cursed romcom in fluffy bath robes afterward with your dopey tired head falling to rest on his shoulder. Snoring and mumbling small sweet little nothings to each other.

Saying good morning. Saying goodnight. Have a nice day. Good luck. I love you. I love you more. I love you most.

And there’s more.

Baby-names.

You haven't even gotten his dick wet once – he hasn’t even scored a kiss, and he’s already thinking about knocking you up and putting a ring on it.

You would look too good with his brat on your knee…

Bouncing them, breastfeeding, playing peek-a-boo games, zerbert, and doing the Simba from The Lion King – all with a great big beaming smile on your face. A smile that even the sun would envy.

Not to mention the kid itself. 

He would love the ever-living life out of a little baby version of you – pouty plump lips and mochi cheeks – spluttering and hiccupping on earth-shattering sobs when scuffing her dainty little knees on the pavement – asking for piggyback rides and candy before dinner.

Or a little miniature of him. Seeing you lull little devil-faced Junior to sleep.

Fuck it, you should get both.

He’s shaken from his thoughts when his friend snaps his fingers.

“You’ve been staring at your phone forever. What’re you looking at that’s so important?”

He can’t believe how far down the rabbit hole he’d spiraled. Thinking about a girl without picturing her naked. He must be losing it.

“… I’m not sure…”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso, Denki

JJK – Gojo, Sukuna

HQ – Oikawa, Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins, Suna

BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Rin

AOT – Eren

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willowser

i will never stop writing bakugou as a shy, blushy loserboy, but. the idea of you being more inexperienced than him ??

you're carefully bandaging him up at the agency clinic, after he'd taken a nasty hit that left his shoulder scuffed up, and he's been in here with you more times than he can count, much too late at night, and maybe that's how you get into this conversation in the first place; weird stuff always gets said at this hour.

"no, i'm telling you," despite the vulnerability of what you're saying — despite the awful look that must be on his face — you're laughing. "never dated anyone, never been taken on a date, nothing."

and — he really must look truly terrible, with his mouth open and his lip curled over his teeth and his brows furrowed, because he can't hardly believe a fucking word you're saying. it pisses him off and he doesn't know why, just seems. a waste, for no one to have appreciated someone like you.

someone that he maybe thinks about too much, that is too nice and not funny to anyone but themselves but still laughs and hardworking and. so pretty that it annoys him.

his question comes out rough, harsh. "why the hell not?"

"i don't know," you shrug, eyes cutting to his before focusing back on patching him up. "i'm — probably too shy and weird, or something. and online dating is hard, y'know! some guys are really into the purity thing, like too into it, and some guys find out and won't touch me with a ten-foot pole, so," and then you shrug. like that's all there is to it.

and katsuki is just astounded to know this. not that he's ever done all that much himself, but all his bases have been covered, by now in his life, and he just really can't imagine anyone knowing you and not wanting to—

he realizes the irony of thinking this, like a punch to the gut. after knowing you for almost two years now and never so much as complimenting your stupid hair and the stupid way you wear it.

"well," katsuki grumbles, averting his eyes to the walls of the clinic, trying to seem more interested in your creepy, anatomy posters. "maybe he's comin'...or whatever."

"who's coming?"

"your guy, i don't know!" it's unfortunate that his shirt is off for this, because there's no way you aren't getting a perfect view of the flush that spreading down to his chest. "your dude, maybe he's...figuring it out."

"hmm, maybe. that's what my gran says, but who knows?" you shrug, oblivious — and suddenly your singleness makes a smidge more sense. "i've resigned myself to a touchless, loveless life for—"

"he's comin'!" katsuki barks and you startle at the outburst, eyes casting over his warm cheeks and then down his chest and back. finally, it fucking clicks for you, like he hasn't been finding excuse after excuse to see you every damn night for ages. "he's...checkin' his work schedule and then he's...gonna figure it out, alright?"

you brighten considerably, lip going between your teeth. "oh, yeah, yeah," and your smile is unstoppable, not hidden in the slightest as you turn to the steri-tray at your side, shyness bleeding into his own. "alright."

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you’d always been told not to travel to alnæ—that it was a forbidden land not meant for the magic-less.

there were tales—legends—of the sorts of beings that dwelled there. with power so robust you could feel it in the air, taste its electrifying strength on your tongue. few dared to step foot past the thick forest that guarded its border—the trees that seemed to hum at such a low frequency that it could be felt through the soles of your boots. no one could really tell you why it was so off limits. they only scared you with stories of brave adventurers who never returned. poor souls who were claimed by alnæ’s clawed grip in their pursuit of the riches it held deep, deep within its lands.

you didn’t have much tethering you to the human realm, not really. you often peered at the dark entrance to alnæ and wondered what it would be like to disappear amongst the fruitful flora. to lose yourself in a place you did not know. surely, it could not be all too bad. you had to drag your heavy gaze away, forcing a leisurely smile on your face to avoid any lingering looks from the village folk. suspicion would do you no good in these times.

though… there was always this constant feeling of being watched, when you walked by the border. of eyes that crawled across your figure and bore knives into your back. it did not make you feel frightened, no. if anything it made you feel more intrigued.

but one day… your curiosity got the best of you. and with nothing but the clothes on your back, you took a step into the darkened forest. just a singular step. an attempt to satisfy your yearning, perhaps. for just a quick moment.

the forest of alnæ was silent—almost eerily so—and there was something in the air that made the soft hairs on your arms stand up. you held your breath, not daring to disturb the quiet for fear of the consequences. you glanced behind you and found you could not tell where you’d come from. maybe you should have been scared, but oddly enough, you weren’t. so you dared to walk forward. leaves and branches crunched under your gentle steps. if you hadn’t alerted something before, you thought, then you surely had now.

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Listen I have Shigaraki heavy on my mind and it's not fair.

I just really love the Shigaraki streamer/gamer au alright? He'd be such an awkward streamer too, he'd sit in silence heavily concentrated on the game and barely responding to chat.

Please talk to me about Streamer!shigaraki the brainrot is real, he'd stream Phasmaphobia because of all the new updates and apparently it's super hard to discover the ghost you're dealing with when you have the professional difficulty selected. You'd be the lucky little rando that enters his matching lobby strictly by chance and he likes you and the sound of your voice so he adds you on discord.

You're a regular streaming guest too because incels love it whenever you get scared of the ghost and your voice goes an octave higher.

Streamer!Shigaraki is living in my head rent free right now and he should be in yours too.

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Anonymous asked:

Would the Bucci gang appreciate a short, curvy, female S/O with big tiddies? Asking for a friend. Totally. 😅

Totally, my sweet anon, totally.

Abbacchio wouldn’t take any shit from others (‘cause people tend to be mean) and I see him punching the person who dares to be mean to his (s/o). Your height? Adorable.

Bruno is deep in love. He loves everything about her. If his (s/o) is feeling self conscious he’ll sit, listen and try to convince her otherwise. Loves hugging her form behind.

Fugo is always telling her how beautiful she is. If anyone is mean or is trying to flirt with her, oh boy, beware. Loves hugging her by the hips.

Narancia smiles always. Everything about her makes him feel in heaven. He’s always daydreaming (or dreaming) about his (s/o). He loves nuzzling into her neck while she holds him.

Mista is over heels. He finds extremely sexy his (s/o) and won’t hesitate showing her off. He’s also very vocal and always has a pick up line even if it’s silly or somehow strange. He’s trying to spoil her. Loves all of you.

Giorno is a good listener and knows, for his observant nature, how she feels insecure sometimes, when this happens he comes and whispers how beautiful she is. A flower would be placed on her hair and he’ll try to take her to her favorite places. He wants her to feel comfortable.

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Anonymous asked:

I'm working on getting a the trophies for fallout 4 and i just had to kill Deacon and I'm in dire need of some lovely Deacon headcannons. Fluff smut anything. :(

“I’m sorry it’s come down to this, Deacon. I really am.”

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I trusted you! We’re partners. I even told you my reset code.”

“A reset code that was false.”

“I still trusted you. And now you turn on me like this? I thought you were better than this.”

“You know I’m not, Deacon.”

“Fine, do it. But know I would never do this to you if the tables were turned.”

“E6.”

“…You sunk my battleship.”

-Altrissa

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“”EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry yelled. Nothing happened. Harry gripped his dick tighter and shook it up and down until a thick, whispy white substance protruded from the end of it.” 

“Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his dick hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.”

“He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore’s speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his dick under his robes”

“My dick.” Said Ron. “Look at my dick.” It had snapped, almost in two, and the tip was dangling limply, held on by only a few spare splinters.

Ollivander: [Holding a Dick] 12 and three quarter inches… unyielding. This belongs to Bellatrix Lestrange.

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disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

  • getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 
  • curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
  • hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
  • going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
  • getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
  • standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again
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Jonathan, Dani, and Melinda are a polyamorous family, which means that they all believe in having more than one partner. The trio and their two children all live under the same roof, with all three parents sharing every aspect of parenthood, from nighttime feeds to diaper changes.
'It might seem strange to a lot of people, but to us it makes perfect sense,' Melinda, 28, who runs her own healing company, East-West Collaborative Health, told Daily Mail Online. 'We all love each other and it was our dream to fall pregnant at the same time. Unlike conventional couples who are sleep deprived when a newborn comes along, there are three of us to take it in turns on the night shift. We breastfeed each others babies, split the finances three ways and the housework too. Even sex is great as if one person is not feeling up for it, then there are two other people to choose from.'
Dani added: ‘We compliment each other perfectly as our parenting styles are so different. Whereas I’m a bit paranoid and constantly worrying about germs and if the babies are breathing, Melinda is the opposite. We just need a bigger bed, as we are all co-sleeping with the babies as well and at the moment the only way Jonathan fits is if he lays horizontally at the bottom of the bed.’
Until Dani met Melinda in 2008, Melinda had only been in monogamous relationships with men, while Dani had enjoyed relationships with both men and women. But after meeting at a music festival, the pair knew they were destined to spend the rest of their lives together. Despite gay marriages back then not being legal in California, the pair exchanged vows on the beach in a commitment ceremony on June 26, 2010, in front of friends and family. But one year later despite being desperately in love, Melinda confided to Dani that she didn’t just want a wife - she wanted a husband too.
'When Melinda first told me she was missing a man in her life I thought “Why aren't I enough?”' Dani confessed. 'But the more we spoke about it, the more I realized there could be huge advantages to having three of us in our marriage. The hard part was finding a man we could both fall in love with.'
Miraculously the girls didn’t have to wait too long for their dream husband to come along. Just a few months after their initial discussion, Dani and Melinda met Jonathan, after all three enrolled on the same building class. But the two admit that the were hesitant about approaching Jonathan initially, over fears that he might not feel the same way about one, or either of them. Thankfully, their fears were unfounded.
'When I met the girls I was just coming out of a long term relationship with my childhood sweetheart,' Jonathan, who run his own construction company, recalled. I knew they were married and I didn't know they were interested in me. But one day they wrote me a letter and revealed what they wanted and I'll be honest I didn't know what to do. I thought they were amazing and fancied them both, but I had to think long and hard whether I was capable of loving them both. While men might fantasize about such a situation, in reality it is double the responsibility.'
To explore their feelings for each other the threesome went on a road trip for a week. And it was then that Jonathan began to realize he was more than capable of loving both women equally. ‘We just all clicked so well,’ he added. ‘Polyamory is an unusual concept for sure, and one I had never heard of, but the more I spent time with them, the more I fell in love with them both. We all just complimented each other so well.’
Sadly, while Jonathan’s mom Sandy was open to their unusual relationship, other friends and family had a harder time accepting it. ‘My mom thought it was a joke when Dani and I got married, so when we told her about Jonathan she just thought we were crazy,’ Melinda explained. ‘Some of Jonathan’s friends just thought it was all about kinky sex and thought it was just plain weird. So much so he doesn’t talk to some of them anymore. Dani’s family had a hard time accepting it too. But luckily there were others, like Jonathan’s mom Sandy, who thought what we had was amazing and gave us their full blessing.’
The threesome also had to learn to overcome their own feelings of jealousy too. ‘At times it has been hard to adapt to, as for me just being with Melinda was enough,’ Dani explained. ‘So to see her fall in love with Jonathan was at times tough. But I began to realize that I could love him too, in my own way. And the more we talked to each other, the easier over time it has got. There are moments when I just want Melinda to myself, but now there are also moments when I feel just as strongly about Jonathan too. We have just learnt to cope better as time goes on. Now we all make sure we give each of us time together and separately. […]’
By the end of 2013 Melinda, Dani and Jonathan were living together and began making plans to start a family. ‘We all have a fabulous sex life, share the same bed, so we just made sure we timed things correctly and prayed our wishes would come true,’ Melinda said. ‘I found out I was pregnant on January 14th this year and two weeks later we all let out a scream of pure delight when we found out Dani was expecting too.’
On July 1st 2014 they got married in front of friends and some family in a park near their home. And, while their marriage contract is not yet official or legal, the family pray that one day their unique family set up will be recognized in the eyes of the law. ‘My mom didn’t come to the wedding as she doesn’t approve of our life, ’ tells Melinda. ‘But Jonathan’s mom Sandy gave us away and as we both stood with our blossoming bellies, it was the perfect day, full of love and laughter.’
'It was just so special experiencing pregnancy with the woman I love going through it at the same time,' Melinda said. 'The birthing center we chose was incredibly liberal and thought our family was wonderful. I would have my check up and then Dani would have hers straight after. Sharing a bed while pregnant was a little tricky though as the bigger our bellies got, the more squashed we all were.'
Both Melinda and Dani had natural water births and Jonathan was there for them both, along with a camera, which captured the entire experience for the trio’s upcoming web series Looks Like Love To Me, which documents every aspect of the trio’s unique lifestyle.  
'Jonathan's mom Sandy was also in the room and it was incredible as our labors lasted pretty much the same time. Melinda's was 13 hours and 12 minutes and mine was 13 hours,' Dani, who is currently studying sign language explained.  'Melinda and I really wanted to share breastfeeding each others babies and this week I breastfed [Melinda's son] Oliver for the first time. It gave Melinda a break and time alone with Jonathan and me an invaluable chance to bond with a boy I consider to be my son.'
As for raising their children within an unconventional family unit, they are not concerned about what anyone else thinks. ‘People sometimes ask us: “Are you not worried about the kids getting bullied at school?”’ Melinda admitted. ‘But in all honesty it is not something that concerns us. We had agreed that when thy become old enough we will explain our situation and are committed to instill them with tools to face any hurdle they may encounter. Thankfully we live in community that is pretty liberal and over time we hope families like ours will not be in a minority. Because in all honesty we think having two moms and one dad is the perfect way to raise a child, in a home full of love. We are even open to taking in even more lovers if it feels right in the future, as more hands make for an easier life.’
gargoylebaby

Beautiful story

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cheesedog62

Tuxedo Warden saves the day once again. 

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apsaraqueen

Literally the confluence of all the things I love best in this beautiful world.

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Here’s a song. The, uh, tune should be obvious. 

Fighting demons by moonlight

Sealing rifts by daylight

Not quite sure if this is a Blight

They are the Sailor Inquisitors

They will claim you are from Andraste

Be you Dalish or a Qunari

But they will have your back out in the fray

They are the Sailor Inquisitors

Sailor Curly!

Sailor Nightingale!

Sailor Ruffles!

Sailor Seeker!

With crazy rifts

And venatori

Rely on Sailor Inquisitors

Fighting demons by moonlight

Sealing rifts by daylight

With the mages or templars to help fight

They are the Sailor Inquisitors

They are the Sailor Inquisitors

They are Sailor… Inquisitors! 

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Anonymous asked:

Do you have any tips on writing Cole?

I feel like there are two major pitfalls that people fall into when writing Cole. Either they try to make him too weird or not nearly weird enough.

I love writing Cole. He lets me do all the silly little tricks I used to use in writing poetry. He’s tricky, but I absolutely adore writing scenes with him - not only because I’m a fan of his character, but I love sneaking secrets into his dialogue…words that skim the surface of the overall meaning, that hint to something more but could easily be overlooked.

But such gushing doesn’t really count as useful advice. Something more concrete is needed.

Unless otherwise stated, the examples used here are from my own writing.

Listen. As with all of the characters I write from the canon, I spend quite a lot of time listening to their dialogue first. It helps me hear the patterns in their speech - the rhythm, the vocabulary, etc. My go-to resource for Cole is this youtube video. I recommend taking the time to listen to that before trying to write him if you’re struggling. 

Sentence Fragments. Cole is the King of sentence fragments. If I had to single it down to ONE tip, it would be to use sentence fragments broken up with single evocative words.

“She thought you didn’t like her. Even then, she still liked you. The future whispered. He called her vhenan. Crazed. Red. Glowing. But she never forgot.”

The first few sentences are full phrases and communicate complete thoughts. Then it is a stream of single words that evoke the image he is seeing as connected to that thought. In this example, he is referring to a sequence from the fic Red Lyrium in which Isii Lavellan remembers seeing a contaminated Solas in the hellish future of Redcliffe. This is a trick I use ALL the time with Cole.

Repetition. While Cole usually doesn’t use true alliteration where every word starts with the same letter or sound, he does use a lot of repetition. From the game: Stumbling steps where the wall used to be”, “She burns like a beacon”, “succor for a Seeker”, “Faith seeks a friend in compassion, cautious, careful, too much grey but growing.” Do not overuse this. It does not show up all the time. Rather, it is a trait of his that can add “flavor” to your dialogue if it is not sounding quite right.

Sensory Imagery Over Concrete Thought. I feel like most of Cole’s strange way of speaking is due to the fact that he is constantly trying to translate abstract feelings into concrete words. I think of him as constantly getting streams of consciousness from other people. But even though we characterize our thoughts as being voices inside our heads, oftentimes they are a mixture of imagery and emotions and sense memory as well as a concrete dialogue with ourselves. Cole gets all of that at once and then spits it out into words. For example:

“It’s all been a game, but this is real,” Cole began. “Scent. Teeth. Tongue. Exploring. Skin hot, craving sensation. Each sound like liquid fire. It’s been so long.”

As he’s describing someone having a particularly passionate moment, it has a heavy focus on physical sensation. There is a certain desperation in what that person is feeling in that memory, so it is more fragmented. The thoughts are coming quicker, the moment is one they are swept up in so there is less of a conscious internal narrator to describe those thoughts. There is also a level of poetry to his imagery. “Each sound like liquid fire” rather than saying something like “the sounds she makes make his skin feel hot” or some such alternative. The sensory information is also framed by his concrete thoughts - It’s been a game and it’s been so long.  

“Translate” into Poetry. This one is the toughest to really describe, but I’ll attempt by breaking down some examples:

“Touch burns. Hot and irritating, snaking under skin but cannot shed it.” Fenris’ eyes darted to the unfamiliar voice, finding a man sitting on the edge of the bar who he swore had not been there a second ago. “Memories fragmented. Forgetting did not help. Leto never liked to be touched.”

The main phrase to take away from this one is “snaking under skin but cannot shed it”. Not only does it describe the sensation and how he cannot separate himself from it despite the discomfort, it consciously connects the image of a snake that cannot shed its skin.

“She likes his smile,” Cole added, eager to include himself in the conversation. “Small shifts, but there. She enjoys it more because each is earned. He whispers in her ear and it’s like a song she once knew but can no longer remember. She can’t always understand the words, but she wants to.”

The first part is very straightforward and easy to understand. The second part is more obscured. Where I could have simply said “She likes it when he speaks Elvish. She wishes she could understand it.” it gets drawn into more poetic imagery. Rather than referring to the Elven language directly, it instead becomes “like a song she once knew but can no longer remember” - referring to a banter between Solas and Sera in which he says that sometimes elves have a natural sense for their native tongue, even if they don’t fully comprehend it.

Another example:

“Her skin was darker than yours. Mythal’s blessing on her face. Soft hands. Long fingers raking through your hair. Winding. Twisting. She always smelled of warm food and wood smoke. He was tall. Shining. The One who Crafts on his brow. A man made of laughter. He would toss you over his shoulder. Squealing. Spinning. Sent you sailing to the ground until you jumped on him again. They never did give you the brother they promised.”

Rather than saying “she wears Mythal’s vallaslin” or “he has June’s vallaslin” it becomes “Mythal’s blessing on her face” and “the One who Crafts on his brow”. This one is also a good example for using multiple senses in how he describes memory - the feel of hands braiding hair, the scent of a person, the sound of laughter and squealing, etc.

When trying to write Cole’s POV:

I use some of the same tricks in his dialogue, but I back off on a little of my obfuscation for the sake of clarity. I try to focus on how I think he experiences the world - the constant flow of memory feeding into and creating a framework for understanding the present. 

Examples:

As I did with the Tips for Writing Solas post, I’m going to keep this as a permanent link on my blog for future reference. If I think of anything else, I’ll be sure to add it.

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Motivational Zevran of the day

Zevran Arainai thinks that it’s okay to admit that you can’t do what our ableist society expects of you, more than okay. He admires your strength and all that you’ve been able to achieve, and is quite honestly unable to hold back a smile whenever he sees you because all it takes is one look and he can feel himself falling in love all over again, love of whatever stripe, platonic, romantic, or otherwise.

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