#But it was very fun

[stervrucht]

[systelon]

hi i have massive art block again & drawing is physically hard for me. that won't stop me from making shitty doodles goodnight

[serbarris]

Be Still My Foolish Heart

Dragon Age: the Veilguard Pairing: F!Rook (Mourn Watch) x Emmrich Volkarin  Rating: T   Summary: giving this a proper title was generous, this is just some drabble expanding on a scene from 'I'll Crawl Home to Her' and I was just having fun Read on ao3 here! 

Calliope Ingellvar closed the door to Emmrich’s room, leaned back against it, closed her eyes and wanted the world to swallow her whole. 

Calliope was, also, prone to dramatics.  

On the one hand, she was very happy that the Professor was too busy unpacking with Manfred to accept her invitation for a tour. Since she inevitably would have made a fool of herself. On the other, she felt like she must have done something terribly wrong to have been snubbed, or did she seem too keen? Too needy looking? Too much like her teenage self? Did the Professor – Emmrich, he said she should call him Emmrich- know she was once one of his students? One that grew up in the Necropolis hearing stories of the fantastic Emmrich Volkarin from other Watchers, only ever seeing him in passing around the Necropolis on rare occasions until, finally, she was accepted into his advanced class. Where she proceeded to develop a rather strong crush on him, that, apparently, hadn’t gone away. If their weird sanctuary in the Fade could swallow her whole right now, she’d probably be at peace with it. At least she wouldn’t have to pretend, obfuscate, lie. 

As she made her way to her rooms, she considered maybe she wouldn’t be lying. The sight of Emmrich, hearing his voice, just made her regress into her teenage self. That would make sense, she hasn’t seen the Prof- Emmrich in the best part of the decade, she was now thirty. She’s changed and he must have changed too. He was... more attractive. No, that wasn’t helping the situation. So, how has she changed in 10 years? Well; 

She wasn’t a young woman anymore. 

She had changed her hairstyle (slightly). 

She had a really cool tattoo. 

She went by a different name (Rook) because she was mortified by the thought that someone in the arse end of Tevinter would know of Calliope Ingellvar who stopped the War of the Banners but was disgraced and sent away from her home of 29 years.  

She was apparently the leader of this team who was going to take down the gods.  

This last point didn’t actually give her much confidence in her assessment. There were currently only 5 fit and ready people, and she didn’t really have a plan in mind. 

As if her thoughts weren’t already chaotic enough, she really didn’t need to bring the whole ‘saving the world’ aspect into it. So, deciding she had enough of listening to her inner monologue, Calliope headed to the kitchens in search of alcohol. Strong alcohol. That would numb the constant rant ongoing in her head, right? Or at least she’d pass out and be able to sleep. And hopefully, another elven god wasn’t going to interrupt that sleep. Win. Win. 

In the dining hall, she found Bellara, Neve and Harding. They turned and looked at her wide-eyed as if they could see the anxiety war that was going on in her head. Well, that’s what Calliope thought, they were actually just shocked at how aggressively she had opened the door. “Hey, Rook. Want to join us?” Harding asked, smiling and lifting her deck of Wicked Grace to show what the group was playing. 

“Oh, hi everyone, yes. Sure. Do you have any bottles open – it's what I came here for.” 

Neve, beholder of the sweet nectar that would solve Calliope’s issues, poured Calliope a shot of the dark liquid. As she took a seat around the dining table she knocked it back without pause, not even tasting the harsh liquor, she really needed this. “So, what’s got you searching for alcohol Rook, I’ve barely seen you drink since we got here.” Neve enquired. Calliope probably should have expected conversation. That’s what happens when you sit down with people who have agreed to help you save the world from elven gods. She had been staring at the bottle, hoping another shot would be coming her way, or that the group would let her sit in silence as they carried on their game, and then Neve’s question was processed by her brain. 

“Oh, me, sorry. The past few days have caught up to me?” 

“Was that a question?” Neve chuckled. Pouring Calliope another shot. 

“No. Yes. I don't know.” Calliope whined as she took the shot and put her face in her hands. Noting that everyone else’s cards were no longer in their hands, but put to the side. 

“You have been acting kinda strange Rook, even for you.” Harding conceded. “Ever since those other Mourn Watchers came here.” 

“Yes!” Bellara exclaimed, “And then this morning I complimented your makeup as it was really very pretty Rook, I would love it if you could show me what you did, oh and then I can show you –“ 

“Bell.” Neve cut in, keeping Bellara from going off on a tangent. 

“Right, but then you wiped it off with your hands! Just as we were about to leave!” 

At this point, Calliope had taken charge of the bottle herself. She would definitely need to be at least a bit drunk to deal with these questions. She could have just left, yes, but she wanted to drink, and not being alone would stop the stream of consciousness in her head that wouldn’t shut up. Also, she was hoping by holding the bottle that the alcohol would transmit into her blood by osmosis. She could only hope. She was also trying to think of a way to hide the massive crush she has on their new Fade expert. 

“It was the first time I’ve been back after being sort of banished from the Necropolis.” 

Shot.  

“So you must have known Emmrich, growing up at the Necropolis, he seems very well respected.” How on earth did Neve do that? She just went straight to the topic Calliope did not want to talk about! Could she read minds? That would explain how she sorted so many cases! At least she could do this, it’s just answering some questions about a fellow Watcher. Easy. 

“Of course, everyone knows Professor Volkarin, he’s an icon, everyone wanted to be in his classes or even be blessed enough to speak to him!” By now the alcohol had started to warm Calliope’s belly, making her limbs feel loose, and also, apparently, her mouth.  

“So, why do you keep calling him ‘Professor?’ ”  

This stopped Calliope in her tracks, her already pink cheeks slowly turning very red. And so was the rest of her face. 

Shot. 

“It’s... just a habit.” Yes, Calliope smiled, pleased with herself. That doesn’t give anything away at all. 

“Ah, so he was your teacher,” Neve mused. Bellara’s eyes instantly lit up, “Wow... taught by Emmrich Volkarin, what was he like? Why didn’t you mention you knew him? Was he strict? Did he set lots of reading? Does that mean you’ve read his books?” 

“He was my favourite teacher,” Calliope said very quickly, almost shocked that those words left her mouth. She tried to cover it up with hopefully some answers to Bellara’s questions, but at this point her plight for alcohol was, in fact, betraying her. “So, he was my teacher 10 years ago are you all happy?” 

“I get it,” Harding smirked, “you liked him.” 

“No! He was just my teacher and a very senior Watcher! I just... admired him, he’s very smart and an expert in his field, his corpse whispering is well respected across Nevarra.” He’s also unbelievably handsome. She thought in her head. Unfortunately for Calliope, the now quite drunk Calliope, didn’t in fact, only think that last sentence. She had said it out loud. Seeing her companions look at her with matching looks, like a cat that got the leftover fried fish, made her question what she had said. She didn’t say that out loud, did she? She was trying to not admit that she liked Emmrich. That was the whole point. 

“What was that Rook?” 

“Fuck.” 

It was fair to say that the next day Calliope felt worse for wear, also, that bringing along any combination of her companions was a recipe for disaster. Except for Emmrich and Lucanis, who didn’t know anything. Except Lucanis kept giving Rook weird looks in between their snippets of conversations and adventuring through Treviso. Then she remembered Lucanis doesn’t sleep. And he hangs out in the pantry. Next to the kitchen. Where the women were sat last night. 

Fuck. 

[herbirdglitter]

I cannot believe I was just sitting in front of the tv watching cnn, somehow both bored and stressed out of my mind, and Instagram wasn’t doing it for me, so on a whim I opened tumblr almost for the first time since i was 13 and the first thing I saw was that destiel had gone canon, my world was changed, and I haven’t left tumblr since

I haven’t even seen supernatural yet it was going canon so many times I literally checked tumblr religiously every morning for multiple months in a row because every time I would forget, it would go canon again

[eskiinox]

LOTS OF ARTFIGHT ATTACKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

this isnt quite all of them but yeah. artfight was. wild this year THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO ATTACKED ME CHERISHING THE THE ART FOREVER AND EVER <33333

@duskerus @fishisoepic @rain-on-wax-feathers

@fernshawart @thecatspasta @fl1p-wizard

@bicarb-of-soda @sharkchimedes @webspiraled

@theallegedbird @darkylights @roguecanoe

(artfight) tasmathian, Aviæt0r, SoggyTheRat, Lurkingspook, Uthri, liquidswag, LeafLettuce, Soapfer, highwaypuke, robthestars, millomoore

GIGGLING TAHTS SO MANY PEOPLE UMM i think i tagged everyone correctly unsure

[b0ylik3r]

i just made a pak backpack btw :D

[alterigo06]

“I love you. I always will.”

[technicalknockout]

finished the entirety of lmk s5 and i gotta say. what the actual heck did i watch/pos/but unwell

[kuntya]

WICKED WAS FUN.

WHERE is the gif of Ariana Grande flopping around on the floor???

[crochet-and-creatures]

Just finished making this gorgeous pineapple lace crochet top, and it took forever to fit, but I'm very happy with it. The pattern is by Melissa Bjerregaard on Ravelry and is available for free download as a pdf.

[converse-luke]

Never failed the persuasion check against Malus until today and the man killed everyone except Astarion and the only reason Astarion won that combat is because I kept having him run away and fire lightning arrows since the ground was wet from the ice storm Gale cast before perishing

[miyano-shiho4869]

I watched movie 27! it was very fun I had a great time

[gouinisme]

every time i see ppl talk about english lit teacher who refused to see gay subtext anywhere i think about mine saying the butt room in a separate piece is a reference to gay sex

[sobredunia]

I DO

[davidlikebowie-noturaccountant]

11 for the asks thingy:)

thank you for the ask<3

11. what’s something you want to do again next year?

this is a good one omg ummm

i did a lot of new things this year and i think one thing i wanna do again next year is (on kind of a serious note) put my self worth above my need to make people happy, especially when it comes to Family Drama but on a FUN note i wanna go to concerts again next year. i love concerts, and i met so many cool people and had a lot of cool experiences and yeah<3