#[ memes answered ]

[nobroth]

Approval : Lorin letting Eamon die

There's nothing that they could have done, right?

The Ashes... they didn't even know if they were real. If- if everything they saw was even-

There's nothing they could have done.

Even as tears bite at the backs of his eyes, Alistair tells himself this again and again. There's nothing that could have been done to save Eamon. There's nothing that could have been done to save Duncan. The men he owes his life to, they are dying all around him. The Blight is at fault, not them, not Lorin, not-

There's nothing they could have done.

Shaky breaths is all he has, his head bowed at the altar there in Redcliffe's chapel. He does not wish to raise his eyes, does not wish to see Andraste looking down upon him. It's like her seeing it will make it real. He just wanted this one thing. And she denied him.

A single tear slips down his cheek at the grim realization of what must be. What the Maker is telling him, through all this.

He has to take the throne.

There's nothing they could have done.

Eamon is dead. Duncan is dead.

Running from his blood has doomed everyone else he has ever dared to think of as a father. He must face Maric now, in his own way. Look his parentage in the face, admit who he is. There's no running, anymore.

Alistair greatly disapproves. But he tells himself it's no one's fault.

[howetragic]

from @magistheir: "You're surprisingly good at that whole serious and brooding Grey Warden bit. Put a hood and cape on you and you'd be right out of one of my picture books growing up."

     “Then you might be well-pleased to learn that I wear a hood and cape quite often,” Nathaniel says, raising one eyebrow at the mage at his side. 

He smiles in spite of himself at the idea. Looking like a Grey Warden from a storybook… he likes that very much, even if he would never say as much out loud. He has always wanted to be the man his uncle tried to be. He wanted to matter. To make an impression. 

     “I didn’t know the Order was so popular in Tevinter, truth be told. What sort of stories did they tell?”

[vikramsharma007]

[unhlnged]

Thought-provoking headcanon meme

@sarcaasmic asked

🎁 – Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?

Birthdays in the Cameron household were a huge thing – if they were Sarah’s birthdays. Rafe couldn’t really remember celebrating his birthdays like that, but he still remembered what he got for some of his birthdays.

On his 5th birthday Rafe got a plushie whale, he loved so much, he carried it around everywhere and lost it to the sea when he threw it from his father’s boat in a rage fit and it didn’t swim back to him, though he waited.

On his 6th birthday he got told that he would have another baby sister and that was the best present ever.

On his 9th birthday he got forgotten, since it was just a few days after his mother was gone and never came back, though he waited.

On his 11th birthday he got a drone, which he crashed into the rooftop that very same day. He didn’t care. He didn’t want it anyway. He wanted a Ken doll, so his sister would let him play with her and her friends. But dolls are not for boys.

On his 14th birthday he got a watch and a punch with the fist from his dad, because he cracked the glass when he got in a fight at school.

On his 16th birthday he got a car he crashed that very night. He wasn’t a bad driver, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he had failed the driving test. He was a good driver, he was just drunk. Very drunk.

On his 17th birthday he got his first line of coke from a guy whose name he only learned later.

On his 18th birthday he got told that he was an adult now and needed to get his shit together.

On his 20th birthday he got so high, he forgot himself.

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@hcpefuldreaming [Melinda and Matthew]

"Not at all, go for it. I could probably use a break from all of this case drama." Matthew admitted, giving the other a soft smile. "How are you this evening?"

[goodbuckhavefawn]

meme day prompt - randomized for dalton/lux - 27c

It was the smell of the other that had first lured him in. There was something sweet, maybe a little spicy, the chemical-y smells everyone in this time gave off to Lux. But underneath it was the smell of...rust, decaying leaves, something else that was just individual to this one alpha. He'd had a conversation with him, happy to laugh, happy to ignore anyone who might tell him everything wasn't sunshine and rainbows. If Dalton wanted to have fun, Lux was happy to provide, usually looking for a good time himself.

And if that led to him riding Dalton on the shared living room couch in the condo Lux was living in, so be it. Though he wasn't doing much riding now, Dalton having taken the lead, thrusting into him from below. Lux gasped, eyes falling shut and mouth falling open as Dalton fucked him, his own wrists resting on the other's shoulders and hands gently placed on either side of his neck. "Oh, fuck, fuck," he muttered, knowing he wouldn't last long like this.

@alphaxcross

[allfangnostake]

meme day prompt - for dalton/tristan - 6b

Tristan had always loved finding like-minded alphas to fool around with. The big, traditional ones were fun, sure, but they often weren't looking for an alpha to play with. No, Tristan preferred the smaller ones, like himself. The ones who from a distance could have looked demure, or submissive, but then reeked of alpha hormones the closer they got. He loved that smell, especially when they pressed their bodies against his.

"Shit, fuck, take it," he grunted, getting closer and closer to his climax as Dalton sucked his dick. With both hands tangled in the other's hair, he shoved him down further, holding him there a few seconds before letting him come back up, only to be shoved back down roughly.

@alphaxcross

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Rumor has it Yuuma has been seeing Rangiku Matsumoto in secret for the past few months

Send "Rumor Has It..." And a rumor about my muse and see how they respond.

"So what if I am? She's usually the first one I see on my way to visit my sister so it's only natural." Is he telling the truth? Or is he just bluffing going along with it?

[beartitled]

I bet Mabel would totally gush over baby Bill

Yep absolutely

This is not part of the evil cipher parent AU necessary

Because I still have no idea, who exactly raised Bill in that AU

But it’s fun to imagine Mabel playing with the bebe (she would totally forget about his actions in canon as soon as she sees him, Mabel is a forgiving person, especially when it come to small silly triangle children)

[thursdaylast]

happy ptide

[nobroth]

from @wittyrogue ❝ you should kiss someone else. like me. i like being kissed. ❞

You should kiss someone else. 

Alistair opens his mouth to give a joking answer, his eyes rolling. He just wanted to forget. He’d been foolish to even think that his fellow Grey Warden– After all, she was– and Leliana was–  

But then Zevran keeps talking.

Like me. I like being kissed.

Just like that, all of the breath in his lungs was gone.

Alistair stands there like an idiot for what feels like an eternity, mouth gaping open as he looks down at Zevran, baffled as his mind tries to sort through the arrangement of words that he said and the order that he had said them in. His mouth gets dry. And then his cheeks get hot. Hot hot.

He reels backwards belatedly.

     “Don’t be– silly,” is the only word that bubbles off his lips. 

Silly? Stupid thing to say. He knows it as soon as it’s said. 

     “I– you’re a– and I’m a–” they’re both boys!

Then again, the Warden and Leliana are both girls…………………..

No.

     “I’m um,” Alistair blushes even harder. He can feel it from inside his own face.

     “I’m going to be over there now. Ummmmmmmmmmmm. Away. From here. And this.”

And he spins on his heels, and walks away.

[howetragic]

❛  you're my friend, i couldn't ask for more.  ❜ from anora

Skells is Trying to End Me

But she could.

And he would give it to her.

Nathaniel's lips twitch, but he does not say the words there in his head. Standing there so close to her, her beautiful form before him bathed in moonlight, his heart beats so loud that keeping it from drowning out his better sense is a battle. His throat pulses, and he swallows back his want for both their sakes.

She is so beautiful. Beyond that, wonderful. A sharp mind, a firm hand. She is practiced, careful. Intelligent, practical.

It would be tantamount to treason, really. Admitting how he feels. Asking her to entertain it or, Maker forbid, to feel the same.

It's too much to ask. It always will be. His father's sins stain his hands, and he could never touch her with them. He knows well enough she could never ask him for more and keep her head held high. He respects it.

His head bows, and he puts a hand on his heart.

"I am a Grey Warden," he tells her. "But beneath that, Anora, I will always be a Fereldan, and you my Queen. And I will always be your friend."

[trianglecats]

Based off that one meme

[unhlnged]

📸 from Ellie (@sarcaasmic)

📸 Send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to! 

“This is not commercial.”

Rafe Cameron, CEO of OBX Records, looked at the picture and frowned. Danny had been babbling about some new talent he had discovered, but he always had. So Rafe hadn’t paid much attention to what his creative director had said about the kind of music this singer-songwriter was supposed to make and why it was so special that Danny had come up with it to him. Danny always came up with something and it was always some bullshit that wouldn’t sell. Rafe hadn't been appointed CEO of the label because he was one of the artsy minds of the industry looking for new groundbreaking shit. He had been hired to make the hard decisions, to get the company out of the red. And he was good at that. The creatives might not have liked it and might never tire of pointing out that his predecessor always left the creative decisions to them, was always open for new talent – yeah, but his predecessor was the reason why they were in the red – according to the board anyways. So that guy had been fired and Rafe was the one sitting in the chair in the office on the top floor now. Anyone who had a problem with his style of management could just leave. – Oh, and he had made quite a few of those pretentious artsy folk leave. Fired about a dozen in his first week as head of the label.

Danny had stayed and remained a nuisance.

Rafe was still holding the picture. Still looking at it, frowning – either considering something or dismissing it, you could never tell.

There was something about this girl. The way she looked at the camera. No, it wasn’t about the grainy vintage look of the photo. It was her. ‘Ethereal’ popped into his mind and he frowned some more.

Rafe’s tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. He reclined in his chair, scratched his chin.

Danny had started talking about the next potential talent in his pile, some wannabe Ed Sheeran.

“Send her in.”

Danny stopped talking, clearly confused, because that never happened. He wriggled about in his chair in front of Rafe’s giant desk.

“Send her in, I said.” He was waving with the picture impatiently, and Danny hurried to get out his phone, calling the front desk assistant to send Miss Eleanor Owens up to Mr. Rafe Cameron’s office. Immediately.

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@signcfthetiimes [Seth and Blitzo]

"Do I?" Blitz questioned, raising an eyebrow at the other. "I don't know, coming to this city has been a lot for me. I don't really know how to process it all. My home life was not any easier and I left a lot of things opened. I haven't really closed any chapters, just stopped writing them."

[a-crookedtouch-a]

(Marionmaverick, Calem) "Yeah yeah, they're so sad. They're also the silliest idiots in all of Faerun."

“Oh I wouldn’t call them sad exactly. Pathetic, yes.” He stood some distance away from the more boisterous celebratory of the patrons. Drunk upon a table and demonstrating the worst coordination in dancing he had the displeasure of witnessing. “Idiots, they most definitely are. I was hoping for a bit more excitement than whatever this is.” He motioned vaguely to spectacle before them.

If only he had better vintage wine or something more filling than swine’s blood in his goblet. Alas! The night was to be a total loss.