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spiritofemby:

thedietelf:

What did you name your dog/s in Dragon Age?

arishokost:

garrusvakariansrectum:

lesbianlavellan:

howlingmahariel:

I’m just curious because I feel like our dogs don’t get enough attention.

I’va named mine Azazel, Barney, Leskling, Tulip, Couscous and Sweetheart~

I named my dog Harvey, Pickles, Gorim, Dane,…

Gregory, Woobles.

I named mine Mequen after a character from Trickster’s Choice by Tamoria Pierce. I named another Raffi after the Hockey player.

Ward and Daryn were both named after Patricia Briggs characters. There were a few just random /whatever sounded good at the time/ names that I can’t remember anymore?

There’s also a Cafall, for Bran from The Dark is Rising (King Arthur’s) dog, and a Scabbler. Which is mining equipment. What can I say, he belonged to a duster and was good at breaking darkspawn.

Also my eldest named my very first mabari Widget.

Also a dwarf!commoners dog. It seemed to work. Also, I clearly have a dwarf problem. :D 

siawrites:

galleywinter:

I got a review on Cold Barrel Zero that essentially boiled down to “I don’t normally ship Shenko, but this was so good!”.

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This isn’t the first time this has happened. In fact, I get reviews like this fairly often.

I know what the essence of reviews like that mean: this isn’t normally their cup of tea, but there was something in my writing that pulled them in, something that kept them reading anyway despite the fact that they normally would have backbuttoned right out (and I’m always curious what that “something” was: I tag all of my stuff as Kaidan Alenko/Shepard (F) on FF.N and Kaidan Alenko/Female Shepard on AO3, so it’s not like they could have gotten there by mistake).

But at the same time, it always leaves me a little perplexed and feels (sometimes more than) a little backhanded. Especially when it’s followed up by or paired with a statement like “I don’t even usually like Kaidan, but I like this!” or one of its many variants.

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Look, I’m actually gonna toot my own horn for a second. I like my Kaidan. I feel like, by and large, he’s pretty faithful to canon!Kaidan (and I’ve had several other people tell me the same, so I know it’s not just my attachment to my Kaidan). So when I get comments like “I don’t normally even like him!” it always makes me stop and wonder if they’ve just never paid him any actual attention, or if I’ve done something and made him horribly out of character.

Like I said - I (usually) completely understand the intent of a review like that, and I am grateful, please don’t get me wrong. But it still leaves me scratching my head as an author and wondering why. Why leave a review that feels backhanded (especially when it’s so easy to take the backhanded out of it and focus on what you did like rather than that you normally don’t)? Why did you like him here but not in game? Just…why?

I get this a lot for Kaidan, too.  I also get it for Garrus and Zevran.  I think it’s because yes, you’re right, the reader never considered him/looked at him closely enough/thought about the character like we have.  

I get readers who came for Garrus and try out the Kaidan fic and get similar responses.  And vice versa.  

I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.  You widened someone’s perspective.

I get reviews like that for writing Sebastian Vael quite frequently; and some times they are clearly still a compliment, as Sia says, that they got drawn into something different and were pleasantly surprised, if awkward about expressing it … and other times, the tone is just different enough, the backhand is way more prominent than the compliment.

/which I guess is just my way of saying I sympathize, and all you can do is focus on the ones that seem to mean well.

touchmebuttons:

Video Game Voices - Jennifer Hale & Mark Meer

veusovon:

the exiled prince

Headcanon Wednesday - Biotics

sinvraal:

This falls under ‘personal headcanon’, because it disagrees with game mechanics in some specific ways. It’s the internal logic I’ve always used to govern how I think of biotics in my writing. Specifically, how I imagine them in a ‘real world’ application of the concept of mass distortion, as opposed to the go-to hand-wave for magical effects in a science fiction video game. They’re all based on what I think makes sense combined with adhering to certain limitations. Biotics is a very specific thing — the ability to adjust the target’s mass and thus kinetic energy.

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chenria:

Palette 58 of the previous 62 palettes meme. 

strangely radioactively glowing Morrigan with an also glowing skull à la Hamlet… but this was fun and totally relaxing. I only used the five colors I had… though I took the liberty of some blending this time. 

13 for mina?
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maybethings:

"Shields up, you lot—darkspawn ahead!"

Reblog if you have a scar with a story behind it.

crisium:

cutesiness:

amhrancomhrac:

beezelbubbles:

pileofmonkeys:

cannelledusoleil:

solaceames:

phoenix-falls:

uss-tolkien:

ididntknowaboutbarnes:

paopufruitcake:

imakemywings:

jessieboooooo:

This one time I tripped

A hamster bit me

I jumped off my bed and landed on a stack of freshly sharpened pencils and one got stuck an inch and a half into the heel of my foot and I had a marching show the next day

I had open heart surgery

my childminder forgot to strap me into my high chair when I was 1, and it was then I realised my passion for free-falling.

I got bit by a salmon (which I also punched in the gut immediately after I dropped it)

I ran up to a donkey and pulled its tail when I was a toddler, and it kicked me in the face. 

I was making tea in a glass teapot Freshman year of college. As I was pouring the boiling water, the teapot cracked in half and gave me scald burns on both shins and ankles. I was rushed to the ER in an ambulance, hospitalized over night, and was out of school for three weeks. The scars on my left leg are barely visible, but the scar on my right shin, where the water hit first, is still about 4” tall by 3” wide after fading significantly over the years.

Two dog bites (elbow and shin) and my brother clipped me with a golf club right above my left eye. (It was a legit accident because I snuck up behind him while he was swinging. I was 6, I think.) My eyebrow grows funny on that side and I can’t do symmetrical cat-eyes.

My ob was going on vacation and I hadn’t gone into labor yet. Mysteriously, my blood pressure was suddenly problematic - despite the fact she’d never said one word about it- and I totes needed a c-section.

I was in a head on crash with a drunk driver just before I turned 20.  I* have scars from the accident itself, as well as scars on my arms and legs from the surgeries I had to put me back together afterwards.

I’m slowly getting them covered with tattoos.

Playing musical chairs in fifth grade, one chair left and it was between my and my classmate. I tripped while running for it and sliced my leg on a desk’s pointy metal foot. Deep 2-inch cut on my left knee and had to get a tetanus shot.

Fell into a manhole.

the dryer door handle broke off in my hand when I tried to open it.

"Dreams again?"
"Yeah."

atypicallylizzie:

*Listening to the Thrilling Adventure Hour for the first time*

"Heh. The Sparks Nevada theme tune is pretty catchy."

*Two episodes later*

"….FOR I’M SWORN BY THE BURRS OF MY ASTRO SPURS, TO RIGHT THE OUTLAW WRONGS ON MAAAARRSS!" 

veusovon:

lyrium breasts. think about it

rrrramsey:

californhia:

beau-ner-bennett:

stickiebun13:

omgpoetry:

this is funny

like really, really funny

My BF had to explain it to me and now I feel like an idiot as he laughs his fucking ass off.

I don’t get it

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME

you have got to be fucking kidding me

tuberkiin:

The blow ripped the sword from Malcolm’s hand, digging into the grass and dirt to his left. Carver lunged in, unafraid, catching his momentum at just the last second, leaving an inch between his weapon and his father’s throat. There was a momentary gleam of victory in his eye, his mouth threatening to burst into a grin.

"I did it." His voice cracked, so he tried again, stepping back from his father. "I did it!"

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