I can be trusted with photo mode

Hey seeing a lot of veilguard negative comments on my dash (its actually like my....whole dash atm) so I'm looking for new people to follow who are just as in love with the game as I am! Or at least who don't post a ton about disliking it. I don't mind some criticism, I have my own, but I feel like 75% of my dash is very critical and I'd very much like to bask in the game I'm enjoying so much, or at least even out that percentage. So please interact if you:

I do a decent amount of writing myself, and would love to support other fanfic writers as well. Like or reblog and I'll check you out ☺️

POV you are a truffle

If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.

It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…

the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck

Breathing life back into this tumblr so I can yell about veilguard

I'm playing a Qunari Warden, what rook choice did y'all make?

(I will tag everything spoiler and veilguard spoiler)

I'm an Elven Crow who's Irish for some reason. Eh, we can work with it.

Mine's an Elven Mage Veiljumper. My precious bean:

I saw all the sad tags in response to my last adaptation of the Solas theme and thought ‘hm how can I make this SADDER and more angsty’

this time it’s a choir

For science!!!!

(Please reblog if you vote! :D )

pov you’re on tumblr for halloween:

the boop (edgar allan poe)

once upon an october dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, over many a quaint and curious tag of forgotten blorbo lore— while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my tumblr door. "'tis some mutual," i muttered, "booping at my tumblr door— only this and nothing more."

I am become boop, the destroyer of worlds.

Reblogging for the Boopening.

New chapter, new chapter! A new chapter has been published.

Chapter 80: Incursion

Incursion Noun: an invasion or attack, especially a sudden or brief one

The crackle of the Anchor so close to Skyhold was the first clue that there was anything amiss. 

Cassandra pulled her mount to a halt in surprise. “A new rift?”

“This close to Skyhold? That can’t be good,” Varric grumbled.

Cassandra ignored him, focusing on Eluned instead. “Can you sense the direction?”

She closed her eyes and concentrated, directing her horse in a circle. Raising her hand in the direction to pull seemed to be strongest, she opened her eyes to find that she had turned a full circle and was once again pointed in the direction of Skyhold.

Cassandra frowned. “You are certain?” Eluned nodded. “All right. We’ll keep to the road but pick up the pace. If you sense a change…” 

She nodded again, before nudging her horse into a canter with the rest of the group. 

Riding into the pass, Rethala looked up into the familiar rocky terrain he had come through months earlier with the merchant caravan. This time, however, there were no signs of any Inquisition people watching the coming and going of travelers.

“Where are the sentries?” Bull growled as they rode through. Only the slightest tip of his horns gave it away to Eluned that he was on high alert.

“This does not bode well,” Cassandra replied, scanning the rocks and fiddling with the leather strap on her scabbard. “Be on your guard.” 

The second sentry point was likewise abandoned. Eluned looked at her companions to find that they were all wearing the same grim expression that she was sure was on her own face. To make matters worse, the sun was setting behind them which was both a blessing and a curse from a strategic standpoint. Even if they weren’t ambushed outright, she knew well enough they could soon find themselves in a dire situation once darkness was upon them.

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