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"in me zagora (area in croatia), i'm standing on dinari(mountain), around me only buff men, all of them named ivan, prosciutto on table"
Died as a Jester
Pt: died as a jester :end pt
A da[x] term for those who died as a jester, a term similar to (neo) agab that's separate from the intersex experience as to not disrespect it.
Could also be refereed to as "daj" or "dajest"
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Banner transcript: This term was made by an Endogenic. Anyone can use it however (So don't repost or recoin, ask before adding to wikis) :End Transcript
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what do yall know about artfight
team crystalz 4eva baby!
MEET THE CAST!
ARNE RODRIGUEZ - A dumb, hot-headed 16 year old who sticks his finger in things he definitely shouldn't. He's the brawn, the charm and brings zero harm! Atleast, that's what he likes to think. Quick to try things without thinking, eager to run into danger and trouble..maybe he shouldn't have control of that watch.
ADAM HILLSWORTH - A young poet trying to get by with endless part-time jobs, let's just say coming of age isn't going well for him. That's where Arne comes in to save (not) the day, by getting his back out and going places! Maybe he should've listened to him more often, or else they wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere thanks to that dumb watch and his troublesome curiosity.
Members of the British Royal Family stand in the procession, ready to pay their respects to their late matriach, Queen Elizabeth II | September 14 2022
so on my current mission to deconstruct all of dragon age journeys, the one thing i havent been able to do is get into the map files. BUT it's occurred to me that, since i have access to the scripts which do everything including reading the map files and turning them into the actual in-game areas..... i could always just...................... work out exactly what the script's doing and write my own script to turn it all into meaningful strings and like.. have it display in-game as a quest or codex entry??
Various cuties I drew for my friend DAJ! Not all of the designs are his, though.
DWC2021-5 Music/Savage.
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“Victory is mine.”
Darkmoon Faire was often a time of fun and relaxation, a family place to meet up with both factions enjoying themselves in the sights of lights and games, the stench of melted ice cream and deep-fried foods galore. After such events occurred, however, it had left several people to need a vacation from vacation.
Jack was no exception.
Azurick and Darnath had offered him to stay at their tent for the evening after Kelli had been attacked and Jack had snapped at Mei to take her back to Sirens Bounty. His anger was stemmed from Kelli’s dishonesty, let alone people not taking his word and advice that she wasn’t safe to be out on her own. He’d been right. Instead, Azurick had been fired at, Darnath had been shot, Kelli was wounded and Mei was scared out of her mind. It had become too much.
Within the tent, Jack had halfheartedly thought they would keep their promise of letting him stay with them, let alone in between the both of them to stay safe. He had even been prepared to rest away from the two, but when both had set up the bed to accommodate the dragon, he stared for a long moment.
“Mind if I borrow a shirt..?”
Neither had questioned Jack’s request and soon Dar tossed him one since their frames had been much closer in size. Jack was careful to change, in fact, he turned his back to the other two to do so. He’d stripped his vest off and set it down, revealing the old scars from Hatal so long ago. The newer one in his upper shoulder was smaller than the gashes on his chest and he internally knew that if Azurick and Darnath actually saw the damage that was the ‘death’ of the dragon, it would have done far more harm than good in their delicate situation.
Turning once he was pulling the shirt down over his abdomen, it was still a bit loose on him. Even if he had two inches of height on the Knight, Dar was more muscular in his upper torso than Jack was, but it was good enough for a single night’s use. There was little to no grace at how the three wound up, cautious and careful, but slowly limbs entwined and all three bodies locked together in the most simplistic ways.