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Magister Dorian Pavus, at your service.

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the babe of frontiers 🫶

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Mulan AU where she does get caught by the other fresh recruits while she's bathing but Mushu helps her spin it like the lake is cursed by an evil lizard demon and will turn men into women if they stay in it for too long.

From there it's not actually difficult to get the other soldiers onboard with covering up the fact that poor Ping took one for the team and got afflicted by the vagina curse, especially since it would have been all of them if they hadn't gotten the warning ahead of time. So they agree to help him cover it up, because obviously the army's not going to understand.

Shang is... tentatively glad that the men are bonding and getting along, even if they continue to be deeply weird about it.

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do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"

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complimented a cashier on her turtle pin this morning and she said "oh thanks, I am a little bit of a Turtle Person" with the carefully contained energy of Cookie Monster telling you he's mildly fond of chocolate chips

I hope she and the multiple tons of turtle merch she definitely has at home are having a wonderful day

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"shipping and blorbofication are not inherently at odds with understanding a story's deep themes" and "some people can't grasp the themes of a story because they never learned how to engage with stories outside of the lens of shipping and blorbofication" are two statements that can coexist

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You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter

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custody of a fictional character should get transferred to you once you spend more hours thinking about them than their creator ever did

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re: this post

there are people out there who genuinely think fanfic writers write “to be canonically accurate and respectful to the canon creators and the multi billion companies that made these characters”?

babe, most fanfic writers write because

they love the characters

they are not normal about the characters

they are passionate about the characters

they are depressed and writing about the characters is their getaway

they are horny

canon compliance is only a choice. but there’s no rule in fanfics. and most fanfic writers are sure as shit not trying to be respectful to the multi billion companies that made the characters, and if you actually believe they are, then maybe you’re just new to fandoms.

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Emmrich romance

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Thank you for your nice messages on my previous post ;_;Here is the final result ^^

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Hello! For Thedas Weekend, how about some Pavellan with ‘it's been a while since i slept through the night without any nightmares.’ from the Feeling Safe list?

thank you for the prompt!! here's some post-veilguard pavellan fluff for @thedasweekend <3

Marel stirred, though he didn’t open his eyes yet. 

He didn’t need to. The warmth pressed along his back was enough to hold him awake — the familiar weight of Dorian’s body molded against his own, every breath rising and falling in sync, heartbeat thudding softly against his spine. Sheets tangled around their legs, and the curtains leaked slivers of light that stretched across the floor.

His hand drifted, fingertips tracing the line of Dorian’s wrist where it rested in a loose embrace at his middle. The motion, subtle as it were, caused Dorian to tighten his hold on him, awareness slipping into his consciousness.

“Morning, amatus.” Dorian’s voice was rough with sleep, the endearment rumbling low against his skin.

Marel’s lip twitched. “Thought you’d still be out,” he muttered hoarsely.

“I had every intention of being.” Dorian shifted closer, lips brushing against Marel’s nape. “But you insist on moving about, and I find it impossible to properly rest.”

A short, amused huff escaped Marel. “Does that mean I ruined your beauty sleep?”

“Yes. Quite the disaster, if you ask me.” Dorian teased, hand splayed over the taut muscles of Marel’s stomach. “Although I must admit — the view more than compensates.”

Marel turned his head enough to glance back at him, brow lifted. “Really?”

Dorian’s gaze wandered freely, taking in the jagged scars, the way the morning light spilled across the planes of his chest. “You know, I’d nearly forgotten how incredibly distracting it is to wake beside you.”

A fond smile tugged at Marel’s mouth. He shifted onto his back, purposefully letting the sheets fall lower, his eyes trailing the line of Dorian’s neck down to the dip of his collarbone. “I could say the same.”

Dorian propped himself up on one elbow, fingers drifting to trace Marel’s chest. His dark hair spilled forward, framing his face, expression softening as he looked at Marel as if he wasn’t sure he was still dreaming.

It had been far too long since they had shared a bed, and Maker, Dorian had ached for it.

Memories of the last night bloomed back into his mind — the fevered press of lips and hands, every desperate kiss that blurred into the next, their bodies entwined until neither knew where one ended and the other began. He remembered every breathless moan, as if Marel’s touch had been seared into his skin. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver racing down his spine.

Marel lifted his hand, brushing a loose strand of hair behind Dorian’s ear. “It’s hard to believe we’re here again,” he muttered. “With no fucking gods or the Blight to get in our way.”

Dorian hummed in agreement. His hand settled over Marel’s heart, the steady pulse beneath his palm bringing him some much-needed comfort. When he finally spoke, his voice dropped, loaded with something long kept inside. “It’s been a long time,” he admitted, “since I’ve made it through the night without nightmares.”

Marel tilted his head, studying him carefully. “Anything specific?”

Dorian’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, the usual brand of torment.” His tone carried the faintest edge of humor, though it couldn’t quite mask the worry behind his words. “Dreams of losing you, or Caelen. Sometimes both. I would wake reaching for you, only to find the bed cold and empty.”

Understanding flickered across Marel’s eyes. His jaw tightened as he inhaled, slow and deep, the admission hanging heavily in the air. Then he caught Dorian’s hand, holding it over his chest, thumb brushing over his knuckles. His touch halted upon reaching the cool gold of Dorian’s wedding band.

“I’m here, vhenan,” Marel promised. “And I’m not leaving your side like that ever again.”

Dorian’s lips curved faintly. “Well, that’s a relief,” he said, a spark of mischief creeping back into his voice. “Because all that worrying over you is precisely what gave me these grey streaks and wrinkles.”

Marel’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “You look as beautiful as ever, and you know it.”

Dorian hummed in mock consideration, tracing circles over his bare skin. “Do go on, amatus. I’ve been starved of your flattery, and it does wonders for my complexion.”

Marel huffed, his smile widening even as he rolled his eyes. “I knew you’d get smug about this.” 

His hand found the nape of Dorian’s neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss.

Dorian followed without hesitation, pressing closer as though to memorize the shape of his lips all over again. Marel shifted beneath him, tilting his chin to deepen the contact, lashes fluttering shut. A small eternity passed before Dorian pulled back, their breaths mingling as he rested his forehead against Marel’s.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words flowing as naturally as the air in his lungs.

Marel tangled his fingers in Dorian’s hair. “Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

“Of course,” Dorian continued, leaning back to trail his thumb across Marel’s cheekbone, “none of this absolves you from waking me. You still owe me an apology.”

Marel grinned, brushing his nose against Dorian’s. “Would breakfast in bed be good enough?”

“Tempting. I suppose I could be persuaded.” Dorian tilted his head, eyes glinting with amusement. “For now, however, I’m far more inclined to remain here.”

With that, he let himself sink back against Marel’s chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. Marel instinctively tightened his arm around Dorian’s middle, pressing a kiss to his temple and breathing in his scent — an intoxicating blend of spices, amber and smoke.

Outside, the city carried on, but within their room, time slowed. Wrapped in sheets and sunlight, they lingered in each other’s embrace, content to let the world wait just a little longer.

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Hello, my lovelies! I've never really participated in a trend before but I thought this one was very clever and I wanted to give it a try in my style! But, I also really liked the two portraits by themselves so I included that as well.

Enjoy!! 💫✨️

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Ds9 characters going through genuinely the worst trauma over and over again, finding new ways to have the most horrendous time:

Ds9 crew in the next episode:

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normalest space station in federation history

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DORIAN WEEK 2025!!

Crossposting over from Twitter/Bluesky, an event celebrating Dorian Pavus!! Tag fanwork with #DorianWeek2025

Running between September 8th-September 14th!