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«disney meets dragon age: inquisition» (x)

@темы: гифы, Disney, Dragon Age

                                   Немного теплоты в ваш дом <3

@темы: гифы

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While playing the Solas Fade scene.

Old Woman: *sitting next to me and watching me play for 3 hours* Oh, he looks like a sweet boy. Look at that kiss. That’s the kiss of a man who will never leave you.

Me: *knowing what happens*


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@темы: Dragon Age

ПОЧЕМУ В МОЕЙ ЛЕНТЕ ТИШИНА?!
Я тут всё жду, что кто-нибудь напишет постэ про Кримсон Пик, но нет!
Народ, не пугайте
Неужели никто до сих пор не сходил?

и немножко кмбрбтча


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@темы: фильмы

Вот смотришь ты в глаза человеку, и так хочется с ним за жизнь поговорить!.. но рядом куратор
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Нет, серьёзно.
Появилась у нас прекрасная лаборантка, на степень идёт. Непринуждённая, пирсингованная, всё покажет, всё объяснит доступно и ясно. Другое дело, что до народа туго доходит. Эффектно закатывает глаза! Вот и сидим с ней, обсуждаем тему, периодически выслушиваем отвечающих по билетам студентов, иногда обмениваемся многозначительными взглядами, когда всё совсем плохо хД И что-то в голове пчёлкой жужжит «свой человек!», НО ВЕДЬ НЕ СПРОСИШЬ
Итого, уже полтора месяца у меня хэдканон, понимаете? что возвращаясь с вечерних лаб, она пьёт крепкий чёрный чай, сгоняет с подушки кота и пишет фикло по старбаксу
Дай да боже встретить её на СК

P.S.: сегодня однокурсник замуж позвал о_О

@музыка: Halsey

@темы: жизнь

Твою ж дивизию

@темы: video, youtube

Соврала я! Но просто не могу не могу не могу оставить это на потом!
По-моему, автор прекрасно уловил характеры героев! Диалоги богичны!

Title: If Fenris Were In Origins... (Party Banter)
Author: equinexus
Game: Dragon Age: Origins/Dragon Age 2
Characters: Fenris, Leliana, Alistair, Sten, Morrigan, Zevran
Disclaimer: Dragon Age and all things related belong to Bioware.
Author's Note: This is some party banter I believe would have occured if Fenris had been in Dragon Age: Origins. There are some minor spoilers for both games, since the dialogue is inspired by actual dialogue/events.

Часть I__ Leliana and Fenris __

Leliana: You are very pretty, you know.
Fenris: I am… very pretty.
Leliana: You would be quite the commodity in Orlais. There, the noblemen and noblewomen would lavish you with gifts in envy of your beauty.
Fenris: Should that make me happy?
Leliana: It should!
Fenris: It doesn't.
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Leliana: You should smile, Fenris. I bet you have a wonderful smile!
Fenris: Is there something to smile about?
Leliana: Well… not at the moment.
Fenris: Then why would I smile?
Leliana: (Sigh)
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Leliana: You don't talk about Tevinter much. Would you tell me more about it?
Fenris: It is not a place I think fondly of.
Leliana: It was your home.
Fenris: I was a slave.
Leliana: Not a servant? Surely, it cannot be as bad as you describe.
Fenris: No. It is much worse.

__Alistair and Fenris__

Fenris: You were a Templar?
Alistair: Almost a Templar. Duncan recruited me before I took my vows.
Fenris: A shame. The world needs many Templars.
Alistair: Have you ever considered… joining the order?
Fenris: Do they allow elves?
Alistair: Well… I've never seen an-
Fenris: Then don't waste my time.
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Alistair: You'd make an excellent Templar, Fenris.
Fenris: Is that a compliment or an insult?
Alistair: It's a compliment!
Fenris: I doubt that.
Alistair: Doubt… that it is a compliment or that you'd make an excellent Templar?
Fenris: Take your pick.
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Alistair: Did you step on a shard of metal?
Fenris: No.
Alistair: Catch a splinter between your toes?
Fenris: No.
Alistair: Eat something bitter?
Fenris: What brought on this inane prodding?
Alistair: Oh, nothing. Just wanted to know why you are always scowling.
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Fenris: Do you really have to lay the witch?
Alistair: It is the only way…
Fenris: Hm. My condolences.

__Sten and Fenris__

Sten: You're an elf.
Fenris: Last I checked.
Sten: You know the Qun.
Fenris: Fairly certain.
Sten: Why are you not viddathari?
Fenris: I respect the ways of the Qun, but it is not for me.
Sten: The Qun is the only way.
Fenris: That remains to be seen.
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Sten: You are from Seheron.
Fenris: Perhaps.
Sten: You do not know?
Fenris: My first memories are of the ritual. What came before, I cannot be certain.
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Sten: Elf.
Fenris: Giant.
Sten: Have you had a taste of their crumbly confections?
Fenris: Excuse me?
Sten: You will see.

__Morrigan and Fenris__

Morrigan: You are a bold and powerful creature, aren't you?
Fenris: Do not speak to me, witch.
Morrigan: Oh? Do I make you… uncomfortable?
Fenris: You make me want to crush that bitch's heart.
Morrigan: Whom? I see no other here.
Fenris: Then perhaps you should stop speaking.
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Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
Morrigan: I can't help but to admire those… markings of yours. They are rather alluring.
Fenris: They are lyrium, carved into my flesh. They have served me well.
Morrigan: There is something appealing about a man with such designs upon his skin. Tis' hard not to wonder how far they go…
Fenris: Far enough.
Morrigan: (Laughs) Oh, you tease me.

__Zevran and Fenris__

Fenris: You're an Antivan Crow? An assassin?
Zevran: I am currently between professions, at the moment. Why do you ask?
Fenris: You're not a very good one.
Zevran: You wound me! Surely you do not mean it!
Fenris: I do.
Zevran: Alas, a reason to cry this evening.
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Zevran: Excuse me, my handsome friend, but may I inquire about your tattoos?
Fenris: My what?
Zevran: Your tattoos! The intricate ink that is embedded in your finely tanned skin.
Fenris: They are not ink. They are lyrium, burned deeply into my flesh.
Zevran: Interesting choice of medium.
Fenris: I did not have a choice in what my master put into me.
Zevran: (Sigh) Do we ever?
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Fenris: Why?
Zevran: Why what?
Fenris: Why are you… like this?
Zevran: Like what?
Fenris: This.
Zevran: Plenty of sunshine… and leather bondage!
Fenris: Forget I said anything.

Часть II__ Leliana and Fenris __

Leliana: Where are your shoes, Fenris? You don't wear them?
Fenris: No.
Leliana: Why not?
Fenris: Slaves are not permitted such luxuries.
Leliana: But, you are a slave no longer. Could you not wear them now?
Fenris: I could.
Leliana: But you won't.
Fenris: No.
Leliana: An existence without shoes… How horrible!
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Leliana: I've brought you something!
Fenris: Are those… leather boots?
Leliana: The finest! Crafted and imported straight from Antiva.
Fenris: You're giving me boots?
Leliana: Yes, I am. Is… Is there a problem?
Fenris: These are women's boots.
Leliana: They most certainly are not!
Fenris: The embroidered roses beg to differ.
Leliana: … I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

__Sten and Fenris__

Fenris: Were you… petting a kitten, just now?
Sten: No.
Fenris: I could have sworn I saw you.
Sten: You saw nothing, elf.

__Morrigan and Fenris__

Morrigan: You look unsettled, Fenris. Why do you clutch your blade so?
Fenris: I nearly killed you.
Morrigan: Why? What have I possibly done to warrant that?
Fenris: You moved, and I mistook you for darkspawn.
Morrigan: (Scoff) You're a wretched little man.
Fenris: So I'm told.

__Oghren and Fenris__

Oghren: Eh… Never thought I'd see a pointy-eared twig wield a battleaxe.
Fenris: I assume you are talking about me.
Oghren: It ain't right! Couldn't lift your sodding weapon and I'm bigger than you!
Fenris: Not from where I'm standing.
Oghren: You elves think you're just so damn clever, don't you?
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Oghren: Heh, heh…
Fenris: Your beard is speaking again.
Oghren: A slave, huh? Following order after order, day after day…
Fenris: I hope you have a point.
Oghren: Sounds like marriage, is all I'm sayin'. Delusional wives with all their nagging and sodding rules.
Fenris: And you wonder why she left you. For a woman.
Oghren: Low blow, elf. Low blow.
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Oghren: Figures the elf drinks fine, sissy wines.
Fenris: It figures the dwarf would smell like a brewery.
Oghren: You couldn't handle a tankard of dwarven ale if you tried, son.
Fenris: Care to make it interesting?
Oghren: A bet? Heh, heh, you're on!

__Wynne and Fenris__

Wynne: Fenris, I feel I must address your relationship with the Warde-
Fenris: Surprising.
Wynne: … What is?
Fenris: I thought the Circle executed mages once they were no longer useful, and yet here you still are.
Wynne: I don't know where you heard such an atrocious idea. I merely wished to share that I thin-
Fenris: I heard their opinions are no longer relevant beyond that point, as well.
Wynne: (Sigh) Point taken, young man.
__

Wynne: Life is much too short to remain so angry.
Fenris: Are you lecturing again?
Wynne: If I had remained angry with those that wronged me, I would not be the woman I am today.
Fenris: A preachy, self-righteous abomination?
Wynne: Fair enough.

__Shale and Fenris__

Shale: The painted elf glows.
Fenris: You're one to talk, golem.
Shale: Does it glow on command, I wonder?
Fenris: Not anymore.
Shale: Such a shame. The painted elf is rather pretty when it glows.
Fenris: Are you… trying to flatter me?
Shale: By the stone, no! It is too squishy for me.
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Shale: It does not like the swamp witch?
Fenris: That's an understatement.
Shale: The swamp witch would control everything if it could.
Fenris: A companion with common sense. Refreshing.
Shale: Well, it does have a like mind, after all.
__

Fenris: Birds?
Shale: The glowing elf will not mention those foul creatures again.

__Zevran and Fenris__

Zevran: Your eyes… How they linger on me.
Fenris: It is not for the reason you think.
Zevran: (Laughs) No? Then whatever could the reason be?
Fenris: I was looking at your tattoos.
Zevran: They are fascinating, are they not?
Fenris: Do they curse you with the ability to rip a man's heart from his chest?
Zevran: Well, no, but they do have the ability to remove a stranger's clothing!
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Zevran: I trust my secret is safe with you, my dear Fenris.
Fenris: What secret?
Zevran: That's the spirit. Go team!
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Zevran: Might I ask you a question, my friend?
Fenris: You've got nothing better to do, it seems.
Zevran: That fisting trick… Does it come in handy during special occasions?
Fenris: Special occasions?
Zevran: Oh, do not play coy! A handsome man such as yourself must have trysts often.
Fenris: Never.
Zevran: Never? As in it does not come in handy… or you've never had a tryst?
Fenris: No more questions.
Zevran: Oh, you cannot end it here! Such cruelness!

Часть III__Alistair and Fenris__

Alistair: So, I was thinking...
Fenris: That's a first.
Alistair: Once we slay the Archdemon, what will you do?
Fenris: Smile, perhaps.
Alistair: I mean in the long term. Surely, you must have plans.
Fenris: Do you?
Alistair: Well, my future isn't rea- Wait, don't try to deflect! I am asking you!
Fenris: I cannot linger long. Danarius would likely recapture me in one fell swoop.
Alistair: Swooping is bad...
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Alistair: You have got to teach me how to do that!
Fenris: Do what?
Alistair: That tortured look, with the puppy eyes.
Fenris: There are no puppy eyes.
Alistair: There are too many dogs in Ferelden to not know a set of puppy eyes when you see them.
Fenris: There are no puppy eyes.
Alistair: So you won't teach me, then? Blast it!
__

Alistair: So… you must know women.
Fenris: Must I?
Alistair: Then you like men... or am I being too presumptuous to say so?
Fenris: You're certainly being something.
Alistair: I'll just stop talking now.
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Alistair: What is the food like in Tevinter?
Fenris: I am a runaway slave with brands of lyrium engulfing my body, and you wish to know about the food?
Alistair: ...Yes?
Fenris: It was decent, if I received any.
Alistair: Was there cheese?
Fenris: I'm sorry?
Alistair: Was there cheese in the food?
Fenris: No.
Alistair: There really isn't anything to like about Tevinter, is there?
__

Fenris: Did I hear that correctly? You're the bastard son of a king?
Alistair: You did. Maker knows I wish I wasn't.
Fenris: To be born in such a position… must be gratifying.
Alistair: Did you not hear me? I would make a terrible king!
Fenris: I disagree.
Alistair: You… You don't think so?
Fenris: A true ruler is one that does not seek power.
Alistair: You're kidding, aren't you? You made a bet with the dwarf, didn't you?
Fenris: You might make a decent king but you are still an idiot.
Alistair: That… may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.

__Zevran and Fenris__

Zevran: Why the stern glares, my friend?
Fenris: There is something you're not telling us.
Zevran: Am I to be subjected to cruel torture until you are satisfied? This idea, I like.
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Zevran: You have an uncanny resemblance to a man I once met.
Fenris: Do I now? Lyrium and all?
Zevran: (Chuckles) Well, no, but he did charge a fortune for his services.
Fenris: I assume you couldn't afford him.
Zevran: The wound… It deepens!
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Fenris: I will regret asking this…
Zevran: Asking what, my friend?
Fenris: What brings you to stare this time?
Zevran: You grow the loveliest wrinkle on your brow when you brood.
Fenris: I am not brooding.
Zevran: (Laughs) Let us agree to disagree, no?

__Oghren and Fenris__

Oghren: Heh…
Fenris: What is it now?
Oghren: Just wondering what's under that sodding armor of yours…
Fenris: I rather you didn't.
Oghren: Wouldn't be surprised if there were a pair of fine breasts beneath that chestplate.
Fenris: I imagine you'd attempt to fondle them?
Oghren: What? Now that's just wrong!
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Oghren: Heh! You want to… want to know something, elf?
Fenris: You are drunk?
Oghren: I can see…I can see you and me together, in my tent.
Fenris: Something I wish could be unseen.
Oghren: Heh! Oh, come on! You're girly enough for me, heh…
Fenris: I will remind the Warden to hide the ale again.
Oghren: Bah, you sodding… nug lover!

@темы: Dragon Age, fanfiction

И две подборки про булочку с корицей

Cinnamon Uncle




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Kingsman




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@темы: гифы, днище

И ТУТ DAI читать дальшеСоу. Зашла я тут на тумблер.
ВПЕРВЫЕ ЗА ПОЛ ГОДА.



solas u mother fucker
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Знала ведь, что не надо. Но пошла же проходить во второй раз.


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[Особенно нравится эта картиночка как визуал к найденной вчера фичуне
Sulena Nadas'din
Пока 17 глав (+5 в ответвлении) — 61979 слов.
Обновляется регулярно, так что жую одеялко и надеюсь на скорую дозу.
Сюжет: не успевает Лавеллан насладиться долгожданной победой. Чёрт её дергает коснуться обломков артефакта, и в следующий миг она обнаруживает себя в странном месте, где замки плавают в небесах, а боги ходят по земле. Попадает Лавеллан в лапы самого Ужасного Волка. Делать нечего, нужно втереться к нему в доверие, чтобы попасть домой. Было б ещё всё так просто.]

А ещё на тумбе выложили хэдканон. Я как то даже прониклась ПОТОМУЧТОБУЛЛ

Iron Bull, Agent of TrollavellanIron Bull: I'm here to be an agent of Fen'Harel!
Solas: Bull
Solas: I already know you're a spy
Iron Bull: No, see, that's the beauty of it
Iron Bull: You already know I work for the Inquisitor
Iron Bull: But I'm not here to spy! I'm not gonna tell her anything you're up to at all. Shit, you don't even need to tell ME anything you're up to.
Solas: Then why are you here?
Iron Bull: I am here...to
Iron Bull: HOOK.
Iron Bull: YOU.
Iron Bull: UP.
Solas: ...
Iron Bull: Yeah, I mean, we figured it was as good an idea as any.
Solas: Bull...
Iron Bull: Let's see, Lavellan had me bring an entire aravel load of frilly cakes to start with.
Solas: Bull.
Iron Bull: And there are a few books on Thedas art history, she thought you might want to catch up. She wants me to send her your thoughts.
Solas: Bull!
Iron Bull: And I've got a stack of sexy paintings of her. In lingerie. And some...not in lingerie. I'll just leave one on your desk every so often. Mornings maybe?
Solas: ...
Solas: ...
Solas: ...ok
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@темы: картинки, Dragon Age, fanfiction