#(hello there!)

[inkadoodlez]

I've been making dandys world profiles for me and my friends :]

I plan to make all the dandys characters... just for fun!

*I dont think anyone will, but please don't use these..

[vhen-harel]

I've gotten a burst of new followers recently (it's so nice! Come on in!) but I wonder if you all know what you've gotten yourself into?

I love Solas so I talk about Solas - a lot.

I love the Inquisitor and particularly Inquisitor Lavellan.

The Evanuris fascinate me next to the Fade and spirits.

Inquisition is my favourite DA game with my favourite companions, so it gets the most attention.

I'm an unapologetic lover of Solas and Lavellan and their story. However, I do my best to be objective in my Solas studies (lol) and take my sollavellan hat off when required. I also do my best to back up a lot of my interpretations with game lore, canon and dialogue (cause as a solavellan you kind of have to, else wise some will go, 'oh that's just a solavellan with their headcanons' - c'est la vie.)

So... this is just a heads up. Hi!

[gossamelia]

On a random, nice evening where the colours in the sky were painted blues and purples and blacks as it reached nightfall, the Heights Alliance dormitories would find a rather tall person with tan skin and light blue hair with eyes to match intruding upon the premises.

He had somehow gotten into the common area of Class A, and was simply exploring. And possibly raiding the refrigerators. With the clanging of pots and pans, he was definitely raiding the kitchens.

He had not set off any alarms, so either he managed to avoid the systems, got very lucky, or had permission to be here.. Which was unlikely, considering the school didn't allow visitors past curfew, and it was past that.

Momo Yaoyorozu blinked up from the stack of textbooks she had been reorganizing in the common area, her hands pausing mid-motion as she took in the unexpected sight. “Oh!” she began, her voice a soft mixture of surprise and concern, “I… I didn’t expect anyone else to be here at this hour. Um, are you—” she hesitated, careful with her words, “supposed to be here?”

Her gaze flicked toward the scattered pots and pans, and then to the open refrigerator, before returning to him. Even though she could sense he didn’t seem threatening, the thought of a stranger in their dorms, past curfew, made her heart flutter a little.

“I suppose… if you are visiting someone, you should probably announce yourself,” she added gently, keeping her tone neutral but polite. “It’s just… these hours are usually for residents only.”

She tilted her head, curiosity softening her initial caution. “Though… you don’t seem like you’d intentionally cause trouble, do you?”

[water-and-will]

@honorabledragon: 'unexpected guest' From this meme: accepting

To say Katara was alarmed would have been an understatement. She hadn't seen Zuko in nearly a year as their lives had drifted apart beneath the weight of their respective responsibilities. So finding him unconscious in her bed—of all places—was enough to make her heart nearly stop. The shock only worsened when she noticed the state he was in. Exhausted and seemed injured. Spirits knew how long he had been pushing himself before collapsing here.

"Zuko...?" she whispered, quickly crossing the room and kneeling beside him. Her eyes scanned the visible wounds. "Please, Zuko, can you hear me?" a hand came to rest on his face, gently brushing his cheek to try and wake him up without scaring the poor man.

[kittens79-1]

why are you in every comment section i see

I'm scared

I’m everywhere all at once I’m Dr. Strange

It’s the effect of me being chronically online </3

[witches-and-weirdos]

@vicarlunares

The cults of chaos had spread fast and not very silently across the planet of Septa, so it was rather expected that some fanatics would eventually descended upon it, but the sisters of battle were sour treat. Mirael had no stakes in this, though she had been nurturing the taint, she was not the one who started it, nor was she bound by anything to properly fight for them, but something felt almost like a misguided calling to be on right side this time, or at least, the less wrong one, as well as to perhaps free some from the blinding lies that she too had lived so much of her life in. By death or awakening, they could choose if they wanted, though the sense to see would be surprising.

So, The Chainbreaker stayed in orbit, shrouded by the veil of Tzeench, and the dark sisters trained the chaos insurgents against the ways and tactics of the light-blinded, keeping mostly in the shadows for the first few months of the conflict, only skirmishing themselves on occasion and making sure to let none run back with the story, but of course that would not be feasible forever. Eventually, cultists would speak, someone would flee, and the zealots' commanders would fail to suppress the blasphemous idea that sororitas could be corrupted. Eventually, people would know, and then, the time to show themselves would come. The time for an irresistible trap to be set, a warm bed of corruption deep within the underhive, complete with cult leaders gathering to seek the guidance and blessings of "the angels", as they have come to be known here. The cult would give whatever squads are sent here a good fight before letting them into the trap itself, well entrenched and dying by the masses for the glory of Khorne, even this, the welcomed sisters would need to earn, while Mirael and a sizeable force waited in ambush within the old warehouse. For now, she laid rather comfortable on a sofa she had the cultists bring for her, eating something half-decent that passed for a tasty treat down here, and watching the enemy approach in visions through the shifting eyes in her feathered and scaled arm.

[stary-baa]

A w.i.p of something I'll probably color in the morning. Pinterest showed me a pin that made me laugh so I decided to try an draw it. The pin of course being below

Cosplayers are really something else and I love them for it, cool mad lads