I realize I always pose with my hand on my face somehow but…I…literally…always have my hand on my face if I’m not typing or something…
Thing I want to write, but haven’t added to that enormous fic-in-progress list:
Fenris and Zevran growing up as Crows and, instead of being broken and beaten down they learn to get the better of their captors and escape together and love one another without fear or pretense.
|Anonymous said: Why does Carver's head look so big?|
Oh god, who even knows?
Carver just oneshotted an ogre and the irony in that made me choke on my soda.