#Answering a War Cry

[mar-of-musing]

Shuffle On Repeat Music Game

Instructions: shuffle your on repeat playlist and then list the first ten songs. TIL: What an On Repeat Playlist is. Tagged by @wardog-of-the-endless (Everyone should just expect this now) Tagging people.. Uh @genometriics I am actually going to tag @fuckyeah-itme too and Neehehhh~ lmao. @ladynyoko @scattered-stardust .. And anyone who'd like to do this? I tag you too. I am sorry about how Asian heavy this is. You know what, I'm not. I'm not sorry. There's Muse and Mystery Skulls on this... and Marina. That's good enough. 1. SuperM - 100 2. Slot Machine - Free Fall (KinnPorsche Theme) 3. Jeff Satur - Fade (Thai) 4. Jeff Satur - Hide (Thai) 5. Shinee - View 6. The Boyz - Maverick 7. Jeff Satur - Highway 8. NCT U - The 7th Sense 9. TXT - Devil by the Window 10. Tilly Birds & MILLI - Just Being Friendly Bonus: Demian - Casette

I... WE GO 100!?

It's the Kinn version (Thai). I listen to power metal and this theme is up my alley.

Yep. Well.. I knew that even in Shuffle the moment Fade or Hide comes on...

The other follows.

My SHAWOL heart.

......Mmm-mm. They call me "Little Bad", bad, bad.

Okay uh you can tell I have Space Shuttle No.8 on my Spotify and I listen to it a lot. There might be my one and only fanfic in the works cause of this list of songs..

Fave NCT U song and that's saying a lot cause it lacks Haechan.

This. Song. Is. My. Jam.

Yoot khit baeb ni~!! Yoot khit LllllllLLllLlleyyy~. (My fave version is a mash up someone did of Fourth and NuNew's versions on YT)

Bonus: I gave you guys a Bonus cause I listened to JBF all the way through haha. But seriously. I love Demian I want more. Oneus - Valkyrie was my jam for the little Mar Notes List and.. That song also fucking slaps. I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S THEIR DEBUT.

[durgeapologist]

Omg your blog is such a relief. Every day I feel more and more like I want to distance myself from about 80% of the Solavellan community bc I am telling you it is ROUGH being into the egg and wanting to talk about him but being surrounded by people who think that everyone and their mother is out to get them. Meanwhile someone can come up with valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG and get swarmed with unsolicited opinions about solrook shippers and accusations of misogyny. I also see them running around in posts that are clearly marked as "Critical" And half the time when I CAN talk to them about Solas it's like they aren't even talking about the same character I am? They want him to be some helpless little abuse victim who isn't responsible for anything he does??? Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong? What would be the point? We love him because he's fucked up and a manipulative bastard but also complex???? Did we play the same game girlies???

i have been staring at this ask since it came in trying to find a normal way to respond to you anon i will be so fr rn so i am so sorry it's taken a few hours

i’ll start with this:

“Why are we redeeming him if he did nothing wrong?”

full stop. this. so much. (i am in love with you anon) why is there a atonement/redemption ending if he did nothing wrong? (you’re literally so real) solas has done horrendous things. like genuinely abhorrent. (i crave to be your friend so bad anon) he is a genocidal, serial killing, manipulative lying cunt. to say the least. AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE HIM. he has such complex characteristics that make him so intriguing. he wants to be a good person. but he doesn’t really know how to be genuine. he is riddled with guilt and regret. he feels BAD about the things he has done. but he doesn’t want to face his mistakes. he knows he has done absolutely terrible things in the name of his people and their liberation, things most of them never asked him to do. some even asked him to NOT DO THOSE THINGS. did he listen? of course not! this is solas we are talking about. arrogant, prideful, calculating solas.

“They want him to be some helpless little abusive victim who isn’t responsible for anything he does.”

yes. yep. THIS SO BAD. (genuinely let me be your friend pls i am on my knees begging) the dynamic between solythal gets convoluted by most solasmancers because of three things: misogyny, jealousy, and ignorance. was there abuse? yeah. not denying that. was there only abuse? no. mythal was a victim of abuse herself. the way she learned to love, she passed down to solas. BOTH were victims of abuse who did terrible, no good, awful things. BOTH were also extremely powerful, omnipotent, and power-hungry individuals. mythal's hunger for power showcased differently than solas' and was amplified (IMO) by elgar'nan whispering in her ear. solas had felassan to keep him in check.

i am of the UPMOST certainty that had solas not taken down the evanuris the way he did and went to sleep after creating the veil, he would have become another tyrant ruling over the elven people. (THE MASKED EMPIRE ANYONE? HELLO? HELLOOOOO?) also anyone who says she was his MOTHER or SISTER?? god please drown me. put me in a tub and hold my head under water. that was his PARTNER AND HIS LOVER. i cannot with the takes that she raised his ass COME ON. i have sooooo much more to say about this dynamic and the themes of abuse AND how solasmancers twist it to make her this most evil, vile, horrible woman; but i would like to keep some of my followers tbh (anon i am frothing at the mouth if you want to discuss this further i beg you to dm me) so we shall move on.

"...valid criticisms about how Lavellan's characterization was handled in VG..."

yeah full stop i will never forgive them for making her one personality type. sorry, i just won't. my lavellan egg-mancer was a strong-willed and angry proud dalish woman who told solas off every chance she could! i am genuinely so happy people who wanted the dynamic we got in VG got that, because that is how their lavellan is/was, but what about the lavs who punched him? who told him to stop being an asshole about elves, and just farmed approval for the romance by asking questions? i chose to hunt his ass down BECAUSE I WANTED TO HUNT HIS ASS DOWN! my lavellan would not be so understanding or forgiving, she just wouldn't, so it feels like my girl's personality was ripped away from her fr. now, i DO NOT agree with some of the takes on how she was presented because those criticisms are in fact riddled with misogyny and most are just downright vile. but i do agree with the criticisms that not all lavellans would have been so kind to that bald man.

so anon, TRUST me when i say i feel you so bad. i was in lots of solavellan spaces before i started shipping dreadrook, and even then i was looked at SO funny for my takes on the romance and called plenty of terrible things simply because i didn't hold solas up on this pedestal and make my lav worship the ground he walked on. even as a dreadrooker, the same exact takes that i couldn't get behind in solav spaces are very prevalent in dreadrook spaces. solasmancers have a tendency to simply agree with solas on everything and refuse to acknowledge how bad of a person he really can be.

i am a proud solasmancer AND a proud solas hater. #1 solas hater, in fact. i rarely have positive things to say about his actions and behaviors outside of a joke setting, and even in a joke setting the things people will say to defend him RUB ME SO BADLY THE WRONG WAY. also heavy on the perusing the "critical" tags and getting offended when my takes are, in fact, critical LMFAO. anon i am literally a beggar sitting on the side of the street waving a metal cup at you asking for coins of your affection rn. i have maybe one other friend who feels like this and have hardly anyone to rant about these things with. holding my hands out towards you and begging you to dm me fr. PLEASE. we can be critical together <3

[mcytegg]

do you think it was second nature for subz to save zam? to be his protector yet again, after all of this time? its been years since hes done it and their relationship has changed so much— with things like betrayals, paranoia, and fighting on opposite sides ensuring they have never been what they once were.

and yet. and yet. subz still came; zam called for him at his lowest point of this season, when he needed someone the absolute most bc he was once again all alone, it was subz who saved him and protected him from the person who was hunting and killing him repeatedly— and isnt that achingly familiar?

[aaeeart]

ur kanan jarrus art is superior

you caused me to giggle and kick my feet and lo and behold I ended up with another drawing of him pfpbfb

edit1: I was told he's not doing his shirt proud, had to fix that of course

[holyshit]

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[nyt1ba]

     Her absence always brought with it a void nothing can ever fill,   a new form of emptiness quite unbearable to him.   After many years of unbroken solitude she had given him back a warmth stolen from him since the war,   perhaps more profound than anything he had known and forgotten with time.   It was more than simple affection or want for companionship but a part of himself he hadn't known he lacked,   never whole without her,   a breath of life after many years of inward decay.   To think he would find such a thing in the one who craved death above all else,   they were an enigma he himself was unable to solve,   he didn't wish to either,   finding himself maintaining the strangest belief despite all hope having left him.   The gentle flame of candlight paint the living space in a warm orange,   the scent of dust that gathered from years of no use had thankfully burned away.   He had been busy   ...   more than usual,   this extra endeavor of his took what little time he would spare for other projects,   always picking up one task after the other,   always finding something to repair in a world that lived on parts   &.   energy.   The idea was a simple dinner,   but his own perfectionism had turned it into a practice of mastering a skill he doesn't quite posses,   cooking was not his forte,   and with him hardly needing to have a daily meal like a normal human would he would scrap up what he has just to fill his stomach,   nothing that tasted good,   but bearable enough for him to digest,   anything that would give him energy so he doesn't pass out sooner than planned.

  Between the three of them it was Elektra that was the best at it,   and despite her deliberate avoidance of food they had begun to have regular meals whenever they were all together.   Even so, �� he wanted to return the favour somehow.   Using the time she would go tend to her own business,   he and Artemis would pour over the recipe book she had secretly found by request,   Meridian dishes neither of them knew how it tasted,   trusting the processes and hoping for the best instead.   Through trial and error,   [   and many accidents including fire   ],   the final product now lay on the table he brought into their little rundown home.   She was to meet him there as soon as she made it back to earth,   cryptic as always with his invitation,   perhaps playing on her nerves with his lack of information.   The click of the door alerts him of her arrival and despite his intricate planning,   a touch of nervousness rose from within,   it almost feels silly,   he's never done anything like this before.        ❛❛   Stay exactly where you are.   ❜❜        he calls from the other room,   allowing himself a moment to look over everything one last time and gather himself so he doesn't make a mumbling mess out of himself.   Satisfied,   he goes to meet her.   Bare hand reaches to guide her away from the door.   Both hands now come to cover her eyes as he takes her into the living room,   all queries ignored just to tease her a little before he removes them for her to see the table he had set up.

     this must have taken you forever to arrange. and you did it all for me?

  That rare softness colors her expression again,   a side of her only seen in private when neither of them needed to live up to the false image they had made of themselves,   it was real,   it was her,   a glimpse of the person she really is when anger   &.   pain free her from their clutches.   He studies her expression in the silence,   the tenderness in her smile and the gentle glow of eyes catching the candle's light like stars reborn.   The sadness they hold is not hidden from him,   having grown so used to the cruelty of a world that had forsaken her as well,   kindness seemed more like a dream she's undeserving,   always doubting it's truth any time it presents itself.   Adam hums at her question to solidify the act even further,   regardless of what she thinks of herself he would love her all the same,   this was just one way of expressing it.        ❛❛   You looked down lately,   I thought you could use a little pick me up.   It's   ...   not perfect by any means,   but edible,   at the very least.   ❜❜        he explained,   rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly,   a faint pink rising upon cheeks when her eyes would meet his,   there was still some intensity in being seen,   however from her,   he had grown to like it.        ❛❛   I had help too,   as you know I can burn water if I try hard enough.   Artemis is much better at it   ...   when supervised.   ❜❜        there was still some ash to be cleaned after this adventure of theirs but she needn't know that.        ❛❛   Now come on,   before it gets cold.   ❜❜        he invites,   pulling a chair for her to sit.

@stilettaux // surprise for the wife :3c

[kafka-ohdear]

I love your comparison of Croz & Bubbles as the softer version of Malarkey & Skip, and it just confirms itself bc these 2 mfs both lost their best friends and it hurts to much

EXACTLY. that's what i'm talking about.

because both malarkey and croz have lost the person who they thought would've been by their side through the war, and til forever like they've always used to do. and both of them weren't the ones who directly witnessed their friends dying. and both skip and bubbles gave/left them something to remember them aka the piece of rosary and the letter to (that was suppose to be for) jean.

it's like watching them loosing an essential part of themselves, the part that we all (and them too) have been so so attached to without realizing. TWICE.

[solariex]

tbh i still get excited when you like/reblog my stuff ehe it's just for different reasons now !

i definitely used to think you were like. COOL PERSON !!! YUMMY ARTSTYLE !!! VERY SILLY !!! TYPES IN A WAY I CANNOT COMPREHEND YET I'M STILL COPYING IT OUT OF AFFECTION !!!

but now i just get excited because. wow !!! silly bestie cares about what I have to say !!! we have Good Interactions with eachother !!! we both think the other is Cool !!!

wow isn't this world such an amazing world to shower your moots with incredibly thoughtful complements just randomly because free will

giving you a Lot of Headpats :3 headpat explosion >:3

YOUUU. YOU. YOUR TOO NICE WHAT

IHAVE NO PROPER WORDS BECAUSE IM TIRED BUT YOU AREEE SUPER COOL AND THANK YOU ???

IM EXPLODING YOU ASTEROID YOUR TOO NICEEEE GRAAAAH GET HEADPATTED BACK >:3c

[apricusapollo]

leia and din about luke

[gyokutoll]

Takeshi, sliding this over innocently.

bingos ; closed !

There was something to be said about Takeshi, which was the fact that he was exactly the right kind of pathetic who would have reasonably inhabited Hotaru's strike zone. The realization was deeply mortifying, like the sort of nostalgic nightmare which roused one from slumber at three in the morning--forced to relive the memory of cringe.

Hotaru was brought back to every pathetic man he'd ever dragged from the sidewalk--vulgar sorts, shameless sorts. He would have shot himself then and there, were it an option.

❝ No thanks, you seem like enough of a handful as it is and I really don't want to make a guy like you my problem ☆ ❞

Break the cycle break the cycle break the cycle break the cycle.

[lupiinee]

🌿 - tonks

it had been kingsley's idea .

otherwise , remus WOULDN'T have thought about it . && in truth , he didn't think it was a good idea for him to go , but sirius had given him a nudge . 'live vicariously for me moony' was the line drawn . so , here they were , several order members all in the local pub as christmas music BLASTED on speakers . remus had dipped out for a cigarette , leaning against his cane && letting smoke billow out from his mouth to the cold sky above . not every order member had decided to come , molly && arthur had held back so that they could prepare grimmauld place for the kids coming home (which was still a week or so away but given that arthur was going to be patrolling the department of mysteries in the next few days , it made sense to do it now)

remus wasn't EXACTLY friends with a lot of them . most of them he had an idle conversation with . most of it was amicable . they knew what he was , respected that dumbledore trusted him but that was it . it wasn't like last time . not like the FIRST TIME around .

dipping back into the pub , remus moved around towards the bar , but bumped into a smaller person , he made to apologise before then feeling his cheeks && tips of his ears go as PINK as her hair . when did she get here ? he didn't even know that she was coming along -- he had been under the impression that tonks would be working or just didn't want to come along . but here she was , all pink && wearing a christmas jumper to match . she looked .... well she looked POSITIVELY RADIANT . that was the only word remus could conjure .

merlin , did she have to do this to him ? make his heart beat a little harder ? make his stomach squirm && his mind tumble over itself . he had never felt this way before --- at least not this intensely as he could recall . it was like time had stopped . all other noises && all other people faded into the background . all he could FOCUS was on , was her . as if she was the sun pulling him into her gravitational pull .

remus stood , staring at her , beer glass in hand before then watching as her eyes flickered upwards . he followed her line of sight && saw the mistletoe . shit . eyes down at her again . was it the alcohol ? the christmas spirit ? he couldn't tell . but despite what it was , remus found himself reaching down && pressing a small kiss against her cheek . ❝ happy christmas , dora . ❞ he said softly . // @potentialbreakupscng

[jascurka]

Hello beloved followee I have a question idk if you'll want to respond or not but I would genuinely like to know why you like mobrei/reimob? Like what's in it that sparks joy for you?

Anyway I love your art. Keep truckin

Hii I answered this question already here if you're interested :>

im not that good at explaining cause most of why i like it is feral incoherent thoughts doing a merry-go-round in my brain and i dont speak english good enough to voice it that well but i just really like their little i saved you you saved me thingy they have. Reigen hitting rock bottom when Mob is not around, how he's gonna rush in against a dangeround freaking esper with nothing but a gun to rescue him. mob going stfu reigen shishou sometimes... WELL i love their dedication and trust and how they changed eachother's lives so much and i think it's cool to have this whole past as base for something more.

And thank you so much!! Have a nice day <3

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[biscuityskies]

3 4 7 :)

tyvm for the ask <33 sorry it took a bit for me to get back to you (tysm for asking when i requested!!!!) but i am here now!!! (also. also while i've got you. i love your handle. it brings me joy every time i see it.)

3. do you share fic ideas or keep them to yourself?

I am apparently physically incapable of keeping things to myself and i have to immediately share ideas with other people - both to gauge if it's a viable idea to write (i.e. if there are any holes in my plan) and to see if it's something that people would actually read. (the kicker is... i don't really write plot?? so i have a couple of fics that are directed by plot that have yet to be written. they're still outlined, but i'm sort of saving them until i become a better writer lmao.) the frustrating second part of it is that if i share with too many people, then i'll be like "well the idea is already in the world, no need for me to write it" so if it's something that i REAAAAALLY want to write then i try to share as few details as possible while still maintaining the writing viability and the reading interest. (this doesn't always work.)

4. how do you choose which fics to write?

the fics that i write - especially of late - are generally prompted by either events hosted on tumblr.com in which case i try to do my 45-hour-a-week job and instead come up with ideas, or they're canon fix-it or additions. mostly it's stuff that haunts me, that sticks around in my head even after i, say, sort of attend a beach boys concert, or total my car (two events mostly unrelated).

7. post a snippet from a wip.

behold! a wippet! this is from chapter 2 of admiring from afar! (proof that i'm working on it i AM i PROMISE)

And Cody - sweet, kind Cody - knows him so well, can probably hear him overthinking, even over the waterfall. “How are you doing?” is his first question.  Obi-Wan nods slowly, his brow furrowing with it. “I’m okay,” he replies.  Cody just levels a look at him. “And how are you, really?”  Damn it all to hell, they’ve been working together for too long. Cody knows all of his tells at this point, clearly. It may be a boon on the field of battle, but it’s not great for Obi-Wan presently. Cody’s lovely warm eyes search his, scanning for any hints that Obi-Wan may give.  “I’m fine, my dear, honestly,” he says, a little dishonestly. “In the span of two days I got married and moved to a new home with my new husband, so I’m a little disoriented, but otherwise genuinely fine.” He takes up Cody’s hand. “And how are you?”  Cody snorts and breaks eye contact, instead watching the water cascade down the precipice. “Same as you, sir, disoriented as all hell. I’m living a life no vod can have without deserting.”  “Oh, Cody,” he muses. He brushes his thumbs along the back of Cody’s hand. “I am sorry, darling. I have no basis of knowledge for married couples, and I still genuinely believe that you and I are the best set for the job.”  Cody’s brow furrows, and he looks back at him with an expression Obi-Wan can’t quite describe. “You do know about… Skywalker? And his senator?”  “Allow me to rephrase: I have no basis of knowledge for normal married couples who aren’t trying - and spectacularly failing - to keep things secret.”  Cody’s responding grin cuts through whatever farce he’s put on. There he is.

[nyt1ba]

     Memory is a dagger through ribs,   a thorn's sting that grows sharper with the torment of time,   for wherever one would turn it would dig deeper,   not allowing a moment's respite away from its ache.   There used to be a time not long after the war,   that a mere sound,   a scent,   a shape in a familiar disfigurement that brings forth a flood of unwanted memories,   a heavy tide one cannot escape but to endure   &.   hope not to be swept along with it.   Back when his wounds were bleeding fresh,   blood a lingering taste in his mouth,   the stench of decay stuck to his being as though he was the one rotting.   A grief so raw he could not,   and would not forget despite the strain of such a long life ;   it was the last proof of humanity,   that deep feeling incomprehensible to those who claimed it,   and while senses had turned numb and his passion no more,   that sorrow remains,   intermingled with flesh and bones so that his body itself a personification of grief,   a state of being as thoughtless as breathing.   The horrors that lay hidden in the sand are apparitions only his eyes could see,   now bringing forth a bitterness rather than that old and more human fear.   Elektra hadn't seen the true depths of it,   but just as he was haunted by his own demons,   hers came and took residency along with his own.   Adam had long welcomed them in,   while hers still would barge in uninvited.

  He had seen it before,   the absent look that seemed to see something in an unseen dimension,   guarded nature turns to paranoia,   a constant looking over the shoulder while nails would dig into flesh to draw out feeling through blood.   It was a thoughtless act,   to come find her when she would succumb into the illusion,   drawing back into herself with a terror as real as it had been felt the first time.   It's useless to call,   to drag her attention away from a reality separate from the one in her mind.   So he settles with her on the sand,   hands gentle as they seize hers to stop her from picking at skin,   [   with little care to all the blood between their palms now.   ]   He pulls closer to him then and into a protective embrace.   Although her troubles remain invisible to him,   he would shield her away from them regardless.   Recognition manifests itself with a tightening grip upon the fabric of his jacket,   her hold desperate,  voice reduced to a whisper.   '   Just … hang onto me, please. I feel like – I might really go to pieces if you let go.   '        ❛❛   I'm here               I'll hold you together.   ❜❜        arms wrap tighter around her as he assures,   she can fall apart in his graps however she likes and not a single fragment will slip through.

     ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜

  When he heard her voice again she was worn with exhaustion,   slumped limply within his hold in an inability to fight any longer,   her tone akin to shame,   a defeat someone as prideful as her finds difficult to profess.   Elektra Alrune never asks for help,   always dependent on herself even when she could barely walk.   He knows the feeling,   even if he wasn't as stubborn as her,   to ask for a shoulder to carry a fraction of his burden was not a kindness he's deserving of.   He still struggles with the concept,   prefers to retreat to the agony of his solitude than to utter a word.   She's the same in that regard,   all her pain was punishment hardly sufficient to compensate for all the bloodshed.   It was justice taking its course   ...   but he couldn't stand to see it tearing her apart,   he would take it all in her stead if he were able.        ❛❛   And yet I did,   there's nothing to be ashamed of.   ❜❜        he says simply,   moving slightly so can see her better,   a strand of ashen hair is gently pushed aside,   hand cradling her cheek with his thumb brushing at skin.   Her choice had little relevance in the matter,   he would have come to find her either way,   no matter how much she would kick and thrash at him,   he would stay,   there's nothing more terrible to him than having to endure this much all alone.        ❛❛   You're alright,   that's what matters.   ❜❜

@stilettaux // answering based on this because hehe

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

I'll send a question ask in a little I just needed to sketch for regulation purposes first sooo..

Sorry that c!cala isn't spinning I couldn't figure out how to draw it in a good way.

I think I'll probably try to some little animation tests though so maybe I'll make her spin there

THATS HER EXACT FUCKIN FACE CRYPTID IM CRYING GSHDJSJSJ

literally C!Cala is just trying to have a good time man and god plus the server won’t let her