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I've been making dandys world profiles for me and my friends :]

I plan to make all the dandys characters... just for fun!

I love Solas so I talk about Solas - a lot.

I love the Inquisitor and particularly Inquisitor Lavellan.

The Evanuris fascinate me next to the Fade and spirits.

Inquisition is my favourite DA game with my favourite companions, so it gets the most attention.

I'm an unapologetic lover of Solas and Lavellan and their story. However, I do my best to be objective in my Solas studies (lol) and take my sollavellan hat off when required. I also do my best to back up a lot of my interpretations with game lore, canon and dialogue (cause as a solavellan you kind of have to, else wise some will go, 'oh that's just a solavellan with their headcanons' - c'est la vie.)

He had somehow gotten into the common area of Class A, and was simply exploring. And possibly raiding the refrigerators. With the clanging of pots and pans, he was definitely raiding the kitchens.

He had not set off any alarms, so either he managed to avoid the systems, got very lucky, or had permission to be here.. Which was unlikely, considering the school didn't allow visitors past curfew, and it was past that.

Momo Yaoyorozu blinked up from the stack of textbooks she had been reorganizing in the common area, her hands pausing mid-motion as she took in the unexpected sight. “Oh!” she began, her voice a soft mixture of surprise and concern, “I… I didn’t expect anyone else to be here at this hour. Um, are you—” she hesitated, careful with her words, “supposed to be here?”

Her gaze flicked toward the scattered pots and pans, and then to the open refrigerator, before returning to him. Even though she could sense he didn’t seem threatening, the thought of a stranger in their dorms, past curfew, made her heart flutter a little.

“I suppose… if you are visiting someone, you should probably announce yourself,” she added gently, keeping her tone neutral but polite. “It’s just… these hours are usually for residents only.”

"I  know  someone  who  is.  Certainly  ain't  none  of  us."  Butcher  just  got  out  of  his  car  to  have  a  chat.  He  was  still  a  good  ten  feet  away  from  Soldier  Boy,  slightly  cautious  but  definitely  not  scared  of  him.  "No,  mate.  You  just  got  fucked  over  again  and  you  don't  even  know  it.  Luckily,  we  can  still  help  each  other."

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To say Katara was alarmed would have been an understatement. She hadn't seen Zuko in nearly a year as their lives had drifted apart beneath the weight of their respective responsibilities. So finding him unconscious in her bed—of all places—was enough to make her heart nearly stop. The shock only worsened when she noticed the state he was in. Exhausted and seemed injured. Spirits knew how long he had been pushing himself before collapsing here.

I'm scared

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