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ELF REAVER
[yun voice] “Anyone got some blood to spare…?”
do you ever think about how different the fantasy genre would be if it weren’t defined by tolkein’s mythology and filled with unimaginative copycats who can’t conceive of any fantasy setting that isn’t based on northern europe
cassandra pentaghast, seeker of truth, right hand of the divine, fangirl of the champion of kirkwall
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for the da class and race thing you would sooooo be an elf and a rouge and as for specializations.. maybe assassin and shadow?? they sound cool
tbh i was thinking this for myself since im not rly strong but im quiet and can be sneaky if i tried
Now, I’m not saying Hawke ever did get a chance to become that dragon he always wanted, Seeker. Seems like, of all the unbelievable things that can happen to one guy, we have to draw the line of disbelief somewhere, am I right?
But maybe, now and then, when he turned a sudden corner, tricky in those hexes he loved so much—part dwarf, I always said, somewhere along the line; just look at the beard, not to mention his fondness for pain-in-the-ass geometry—or when paused in the deep and turned to look at the rest of us, backlit by lyrium veins, this great big shadow we were following sparking with a fireball in a scuffed palm, the wicked crooks and tangles of his staff-head, the crow’s feet fading to laughter at the corners of his golden eyes—beyond the half-jokes and the flat punchlines and the grief, beyond the limits of muscle and bone, outside the walls of family, past the shores of friendship, usually when he’d just slayed an ancient beast or torn the ribcage of a shambling skeleton apart with a single blast, lightning underneath his fingernails, charring his fingerprints, a wind—who knows where it came from?—ruffling his fur collar, burnished gorget stained with blood, chipped, dented, scratched, glorious, a champion’s honest patina—he didn’t need the scales or the talons.
On the Maker’s breath—on the forge of my ancestors—I swear, you could see him breathing fire, one breath at a time.
Smoke followed after.
So am I saying Hawke sprouted wings and spine-crests and flew off into the great big sky, and that’s why you haven’t found him yet? No, Seeker. I’d never claim a thing half so preposterous as that. There’s the fine line I was telling you about earlier—the one between ‘liar’ and ‘storyteller’—and somebody’s gotta hold it steadfast against the dragons.
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well i dont know a whole lot about da....or rlly anything but! youd be a pestilence mage (???)!! your throw rats at people and they get sick and die!!! your specialization is baking.
throwing rats at my enemies sounds amazing tbh, and the twice goods probably restore health/adds buffs or i could throw pies at assholes #food
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I would like to hear the story of how you slept under the christmas tree
theseerasures said
so i immigrated to the US at age 9, right, and one of the first things my family did was join the local Chinese church. as far as the whole “figuring out how to do things so we no longer have to live in the back shed of Uncle Joe’s* Magic Emporium” thing goes, it’s a pretty sound strategy! now we had people to teach my dad how to drive and give us old furniture and say “hey, Seattle is pretty rainy maybe you should rent an apartment-like space before either a) the shed roof caves in b) your daughter with the famously delicate constitution falls dramatically ill from a strain of black mold or possibly herpes”
*is not my uncle, that’s what his store was called. he sold magic gadgets and my dad knew him because???? possibly in a past life they ran a meth empire in Albuquerque, who knows
ANYWAY. thanks to the church i did not fall dramatically ill from black mold or possibly herpes, but there was an unforeseen factor in joining a Christian church, which was that they? were pretty hardcore? about Jesus?**
**in a nice “we build houses for the homeless” way, not in…the other way
given that we’d just immigrated and that China’s religious policy is worshiping Mao’s preserved corpse ehhhhh…let’s call it “freedom of atheism,” my family was decidedly not hardcore about Jesus. my parents mostly took the bemused “i guess Jesus is okay since he indirectly led to us living in a place suited for human habitation” route, but i
was
DISGUSTED.
i was the first kid in my class to get her red scarf, okay, and when we sang the national anthem and saluted the flag every morning i fucking meant what i was singing. we almost didn’t come to America; my dad had more lucrative job offers in Germany and Belgium, but i put my foot down because everyone knows Europe is full of gross imperialists Dad, GOSH, and the Americans helped us fight off the Japanese.
so seeing all these fellow Chinese believing in THE CAPITALIST GOD was basically the worst thing to ever happen to my delicate psyche. my parents’ tacit approval was even worse: DID PATRIOTISM AND COMMUNISM MEAN NOTHING TO THEM? DIDN’T THEY KNOW THAT DOING NOTHING AGAINST OPPRESSION MADE THEM OPPRESSORS THEMSELVES??
clearly something needed to be done.
so because the church was pretty hardcore about Jesus, it was understandably also hardcore about Christmas. big party, massive intricately decorated REAL TREE, sleepover for the kids with presents in the morning—you name it. everyone was going to be there.
WHAT A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE TO EVERYONE HOW WRONG THEY ARE ABOUT JESUS.
my plan:
- sleep UNDER the giant real Christmas tree: y’know, the one with real pointy needles reaching all the way down to the base? that sheds? with lots of pokey tinsel?
- catch Jesus in the act of depositing presents***: look. i’d seen like, ALL of Scooby Doo by this point. i knew Jesus was probably a real person, just not the Son of God.
- subdue Jesus so he’s still around when everyone else wakes up: CLEARLY VERY FEASIBLE, given that Jesus was a heavyset white dude who used superhuman agility and strength to deliver presents around the world overnight and possibly had reindeer minions and i weighed 70 pounds at most while sopping wet.
- (who is Santa Claus?? who cares)
- ????
- EVERYONE MAGICALLY BECOMES AN ATHEIST AGAIN, AMERICA BECOMES A COMMUNIST STATE
***even if i didn’t believe in him, why was i slavishly devoted stopping a highly altruistic man who gave? people? presents? did i hate joy????
sure enough, at around 3 in the morning i heard soft boots approaching the tree. i reached out and snatched one of the Ankles of Jesus
—whereupon Youth Pastor Liao screamed “OH MY LORD” and kicked me in the face.
and THAT, dear friends, is how i spent my first Christmas in America with a concussion.
One last thing before I go.
Notice how Leelah is being mourned as an individual?
How people are talking about her life and the struggles she faced, how she worked against them?
Now notice how TWOC are commemorated en masse? In lists, with no detail besides their name and city?
Isn’t that interesting?
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What ink brushes do you use for your da doodles?
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i feel like you'd be a two handed warrior elf like yun but u also feel like an elf mage w the knight enchanter specialization. anything w swords i think!
magical swords is so up my alley and i probably don’t have to worry about not having enough STR to lift it lmao
Inquisitor bullied in highschool AU
- Leliana: We can spread rumors about these bullies, and destroy their reputation.
- Cullen: we can give the bully some of their own medicine.
- Josephine: ...or we can go to the Principal...
Leliana: We can spread rumors about these bullies, and destroy their reputation. Cullen: we can give the bully some of their own medicine. Josephine: ...or we can go to the Principal...
Trans Activist Agnes Torres Murdered in Puebla
Trans activist and respected counselor Agnes Torres Hernández was found dead this past Saturday near the town of Atlixco, Puebla. Reports indicate she was tortured before being killed.
Friends and supporters gathered to mourn and pay tribute to Agnes this evening in Puebla, the state’s capital city. Earlier today, the hashtag #AgnesTorres was a trending topic on Twitter, with thousands posting messages of support for Agnes, her family, and the LGBT community.
Former colleagues of Agnes Torres are demanding a thorough investigation and calling for a special department within Mexico’s National Human Rights Commission dedicated to cases of hate crimes against lesbians, gays, and transsexuals.
¡Justicia Para Agnes Torres!