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i don't know how i'll feel when i'm dying, but i won't regret the way i've lived.



|๐Ÿ˜ˆ| IM GOOD. BUSY, BUT GLAD TO BE ABLE TO POP MY HEAD IN FOR A WAVE!

// IM FINE BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUUU



|๐Ÿ˜ˆ| *stumbles in late, Starbucks in hand, hair half done*. I swear to god, I am alive. At least my watch says my heart is still beating- Work is dumb and hard. Like some BG3 faves- BUT I'M HERE! And I missed you all! Come say hi!


Ah~! Hello, Ecks!

Kobold climbing her shoulder.. a gentle pat to her head and smile



She smiled in relief, looking at him with a soft sigh. She promises not to read it aloud if he comes out of his hiding place.

There was nothing to be concerned about, just a man being embarassed.



She gasps in surprise, holding Karlach's horns for balance. Laughing along with her, she looks down. "You? Catch up with me? I promise you, you will not have to go far, if move at all!" she protested. "If I am the Great One, you must be the Mighty One!"

"Get too powerful an' I may need to do some catchin' up with ya, O' Great One !" She does a few slow spins with Visenya on her shoulders, laughing all the while.



She stomps into camp, covered in viscera. She. HATES. Gnolls.


Night has arrived across the camp. Visenya will be up yet awhile...

Moon_Chosen's tweet image. Night has arrived across the camp.

Visenya will be up yet awhile...

"Never! I shall become all powerful!" she declared, hardly able to contain her laughter now. She held onto them for life itself, unwilling to part with it. Gods know when they will be afforded such a luxury again!

"Oh no ! Perhaps I should stop feeding' your ego here and now, then !" She jests more, sighing contently. Moments like these were too far and between. She will be sure to cherish them while they last.



W e r e. The word hung there, poignant. She could not. She held the book in both hands, looking at him with growing concern.

No... They were. That's the thing: Varric was always around to see everything and made poetry out of a shared look. Could she blame him for hiding when she has in her hands and epic song about his sad times in Neverwinter?



She would find it relatively cute if it was not obvious that his discomfort was genuine. He...is not a fan of the work? Are he and said mage not as close as Varric would have hoped?

He's hiding under his own shield like a huge shell. Oh what a mistake that was...



Wait, Varric? Varric Tethras? He is friends with Varric Tethras?! No way! Now she simply must read it, no page unturned! Why did he not open with that?

Welllllll.... The first pages she opens to mention a blonde mage. From that it's an escalating of embarassing comments on him and Hawke together from Varric's point of view, who's clearly a fan of the couple.



She brandishes the book with a playful expression. Surely it cannot be that bad!

No, he's fine where he is now... Thumb up.



Oh, do come now, Malus! Do not be so shy! She will, for his sake, pretend she does not see his rather obvious hiding spot.

Oh n O- He's hiding somewhere, somehow.



She promises she will not ruin it. On purpose, anyway-

Oh n O- He's hiding somewhere, somehow.



|๐Ÿ˜ˆ| Just boosting this louder for the people in the back. And the people who claim that reading and writing are their hobbies and yet don't seem to be in possession of reading comprehension ๐Ÿ’œ

aren't even reading my pinned, bio, etc. I am confused, as doesn't lewd content require the other party to openly consent to things and have their own boundaries or comfort levels taken into mind ? If you are a roleplayer of any kind, reading peoples' guidelines is easy and quick



"You are safe, Lorvo. Do not fret." She could not begin to imagine what must go on in his mind, the helplessness of the loss of control. "You are forgiven....I merely ask what I can do to help."

" .. Thank you.. I.. I'm sorry for the mess. " He seems to relax once she's close, surrounded as he was in gore and bodies. Granted, the Zhentarim were hardly people worse crying over, but still- Bodies were bodies.



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