I was crashing out. On my 110th pull, I got EIGHT 3 star Rafayel cards and I was just on the floor. I was beside myself. 6:38am, all the work I have done to collect diamonds from NOTHING (… okay yea aruem pass thing) and I was left… w just a lil tickle. Why are people on X/Twitter retweeting my AGONY. I have seen Rafayel’s pretty ass self for his birthday, and for his rerun… and now I see him again and again… oh… one of the five cards I got during this was a Rafayel card… thank you… After 120 pulls I got both Caleb cards and he left me in poverty. Writhing. Agony. What happened, I thought he wanted to come home. Why did he make it so hard… I didn’t get him for Catch 22… bc surprise surprise got Rafayel for Catch 22 (well he was one of them). Caleb sucked me dry for everything that I have. He made 17k+ diamonds seem like pennies. I would often scoff at my friends who succumbed to the whimsy of gambling here in Vegas… but what am I, but also a fool… for gacha. If I go this hard for Caleb I am afraid of how I’ll act w Xavier since he’s my main for all the things rn. 🧍🏼♂️
I almost forgot I had to set up for Anime Las Vegas so hun and I drove there to quickly set up (took us two hours lmao but last time it took 3 and a half!) and now we’re gonna eat yummy food bc I need it.
*gremlin noises* I love your posts you’re a delight to my dash
-TRASH RACOON NOISES BACK-
You're a delight to my heart 🥰💖🌺✨
Why yes I did see your tags about THE THESIS, God knows I sHOULD DO IT. Or more like, here's a thing 😌🌻
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Dreamling 548w Courting? Courting.
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There's that look again.
Hob notices it more and more lately on his friend's face. He looks… Hob has to swallow, for the lack of any other word, his friend looks quite frankly, feral.
The reason however, not so easy to decipher. His Stranger, mysterious as ever, doesn't make it any easier. So Hob watches for it, that look, and files it down mentally until finally... he starts connecting the dots. And then? Well, fuck. Damn if he knows what to do with that.
There's a thrill in realizing that his friend, Morpheus, enjoys those small gestures of, ah, what would Hob call it in order to avoid what it actually is… friendship, that's what he'd call it, for now.
He smiles, so wide it aches at the edges, his eyes wrinkling with the fondness of it.
"May I carry your coat?" he asks, growing bolder in the things he asks and how often, the idea that Morpheus would accept and most likely enjoy it, strips away any hint of hesitancy out of him.
To Hob's pleasure (but no longer surprise), Morpheus accepts, gracious as ever as he shrugs the coat off with an inhuman elegance, it looks like liquid darkness as it slides off of his lithe form.
Hob takes the cloth from his friend, it's heavy, heavier than what it ought to be. It's rich to the touch, putting to shame any egyptian silk he had ever touched.
"…" Morpheus seems to want to say something, lips parting slightly, then shutting with a secretive smile he probably thinks Hob is unable to spot.
If only.
Oh he sees it plainly.
His stranger, his Morpheus, is pleased.
More than. He seems positively puffed up with smugness.
Without his coat, he looks… younger somehow? As if a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He stands straighter, lean strong frame clearly outlined by the soft t-shirt he wears. His skinny jeans truly leaves nothing to the imagination, now that there's no coat to shelter his legs from sight.
When Hob's eyes flick up, he's caught by Morpheus, looking straight into his eyes.
Whoops.
Hob smiles back sheepishly, moving the coat to his left arm.
"Let's have a walk?" he asks "I wish to show you the park, it's amazing in this weather" it's half question, half a declaration. Just enough decisive to get that same reaction. Again.
What an odd creature his stranger is. Pleased by something that one would assume to certaintly irk his royal highness. After all, he despises so deeply for things to be defined out loud, and yet seeming to truly love this...
Hob simply cannot find a word other than courting. As it's courting what he's been unwittingly, and later very deliberately doing.
It's courting without ever daring to say it out loud.
"Yes." Morpheus flutters his eyelashes and looks down, as if modest.
He will drive him mad.
Swallowing heavily, adam's apple shifting, Hob considers if offering an arm is something Morpheus would tolerate. Probably not yet.
"This way" Hob says instead, smiling. "It's a right nice spot" he comments when they're there, by the lake and under a tree "I read here sometimes" he muses out loud.
But here she is! La criatura! Almost critical in some parts but it's all in good fun <3
Original template by @mermianar
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About tile #1: he's KO or injured badly, and for me this prompts Harding to ask for help after Solas patches him momentarily << he later could become an advisor. Or! We go the Gandalf route and he's brought back somehow - Ankh in the back of my head chanting "necropolis necropolis"
About tile #2: Solas helps you to escape the situation, like, he stays behind. You'll find him afterwards and like, you help each other out
Tile #3: It's like, Varric is narrating Quisi's story, but we'll just check boxes
Tile #7: like, he shows up, but momentarily << he's working on his own. Will probably catch up later (if alive)?
Tile #8: can be something like the gauntlet in origins, the search for the first inquisitor, or the warden fortress in da2, like, echoes of the past? I would loooove to see something à la Javik mass effect in which you see the downfall of the prothean empire, but with arlathan instead
Tile #9, #10: HOF is deffo involved, but they're operating elsewhere. They'll send someone instead (hopefully from the Awakening crew)
Tile #12: Fenris vs Solas showdown. I need this.
Tile #14: We're gonna mediate it. I know it.
Tile #20: I'm gonna try to explain this lol
You're gonna customize the style of the armor, like, no mismatched parts. Hope it's clear?
