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Just made the last payment on my school loan heeeyyyyyy
Me personally...I'm all for a Way redemption arc but redeem him in my eyes because he better not go anywhere near Babe ever again. Like if it was me, and I was Babe??? It would be on site every single time. Like...be a better person but never talk to Babe again.
Tessa's Instagram Story (November 10th)
Thank you all for tagging me!! 🥰🧡 I'm late and I'm doing ALL OF THEM AT ONCE 😁
Starting with a picrew! I was tagged by this marvelous bunch; @creepkinginc @shinygalaxyperson @mishervellous @ardent-fox @stocious @look-i-love-u
I just came out of some bushes and this little guy is catching a ride on my head 😁
And I was tagged by these lovely three 🥰 @shinygalaxyperson @depressedstressedlemonzest and @look-i-love-u to do this strange but fun picrew!
I'm an acorn so squirrels will come to me 😁
Putting the rest behind a read more because this is a looong post!
I’ve completely forgotten how tedious it is to mess around with blog coding....
WIP: Broken Circle
As they passed the children, Macsen whispered something first to Sten and then to Kinnon, who led everyone into one of the dormitories. Irving raised an eyebrow but did not comment.
Irving tapped on the Great Door with Macsen's staff. One tap, three quick taps, and a burst of colorful magic shot through the metal.
The group went silent. Alistair worried that maybe they'd be left to starve, anyway. Maybe Greagoir would, on second thought, think it safer to annul the Circle after all, now with them in it. It would take so much less work, now. He glanced at Macsen. Macsen looked angry and a little arrogant, which Alistair was starting to understand meant “absolutely terrified and hiding it.”
A murmur of voices sounded faintly from the entry hall. Time trickled by and sweat trickled down Alistair's neck. Nobody so much as cleared their throat, though Macsen did inch closer to Irving and flex his fingers. Alistair guessed he planned to grab his staff back if needed.
After what could have been any amount of time, the door swung outward and they were met by a semicircle of templars with raised shields.
“It is over, Greagoir!” Irving called across the crowd. “These folk slew many abominations to reach me, and things are once again quiet. Uldred started all of this, and he is dead.”
Greagoir approached the front of the group. “I am relieved, Irving. I did not expect to see you alive.”
Cullen snapped. “Uldred tortured the mages, hoping to break their wills and turn them into abominations. We don't know how many of them have turned.”
“What?!” Irving glowered. “Don't be ridiculous.”
“Of course he'll say that, he might be a blood mage!”
“No,” said Macsen calmly. “He really could not.”
“Irving is the strongest mage I know,” Greagoir replied. “It is why I insisted upon hearing it from him.”
“You risk everything! You must see it. None of the mages here can be trusted! You must kill them all!” Cullen’s gaze shot over to Macsen.
Alistair held hands out to Cullen. “Macsen used the Litany of... thing. It stopped Uldred from getting in the head of anyone else. I saw it work. It'll be all right; you just need some food and re-”
Cullen backed away from him. “How can you trust him?! He could be in league with them! Uldred was at Ostagar. Macsen's friends, and his mother were known blood mages. Maybe even Amell-”
“DON'T YOU FINISH THAT THOUGHT!” Macsen bellowed. “Don't you dare. Keep her name off your tongue if you can't be respectful.” A ball of purple lightning shaped itself in his hands.
Alistair had nothing left and yet he could not let this happen. Alistair shoved his way between them and wrapped his arms around Macsen, trapping his arms. The lightning surged through Alistair's own body. The air left his lungs in a grunt. “You can't, Macsen.”
“I won't listen to that!” Macsen gasped through gritted teeth. “I didn't do all this so the rest of us could-”
Cullen interrupted. “Out of the way, Alistair. You know he's next door already to a blood mage, himself. No wonder he'd protect them.”
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. -Rumi