#Cold Dreads

[theworkshopmann]

Cold Dreads

Type: Cosmetic/Misc

Class: Demoman

Paintable: Yes

Accepted in game: No

This cosmetic was made by Steam users QuestionablyInsane, Saint Lombax and Gaston Fazito. Posted on November 30th 2020, you can vote for this here!

[ionomycin]

[an-established-butt-dent]

Solas and Inquisitor Lavellan

[kittenscookie]

Currently thinking of omegaverse epic Au where Omega Odysseus is constantly fighting off his alpha suitors. My thought process is Penelope's a beta and it's common for omega kings to take a second spouse that can...well you get the picture. Anyway one day he's just trying to enjoy himself at the beach (skinny dipping in the tides) when a few of the suitors pull up like "Heeeeeeey~". So Odysseus finally snaps and says something along the lines of "The only alpha who could be worthy of an omega such as myself would be Poseidon!"

"Oh really~?"

Thunder rumbles above them, they all look up, and there sits Zeus on his throne of women shaped clouds (did I watch Neil Illustrators God Games animatic earlier, maybe). Looking smug and putting on his best bedroom eyes,

"What about Zeus, king of the gods~?"

Odysseus considers it for like 0.5 seconds, before swallowing nervously and essentially saying "I said what I said". Zeus is completely taken aback, absolutely dumbstruck as Poseidon finally busts from the sea, grabs Odysseus by the hips and basically goes "HA! Now fuck off jackass he's mine!"

[synchodai]

Tom Taylor gets a lot of flak for his Cregan Stark, but I will maintain that his initial awkardness with Jace that gradually became more friendly was a great call. If you imagine Cregan as this hardass experienced warrior, of course you'll be disappointed. But if you're like me who imagines him as stressed young lord who's trying very hard not to show that he's stressed and young, Tom Taylor got it down pat.

Jace and Cregan start off as two lordlings playing politician by reciting stilted, rehearsed lines at each other and as they keep talking, their dynamic gradually shifts into something more personable and vulnerable. From noblemen trying to out-diplomat each other to bros who realize the other may also be struggling with this whole governance thing, basically. Cregan realizes from this dude's incorrect knowledge of Torrhen Stark that he's way out of his depth and legit needs help, so uh... I can't leave because winter but I have these greybeards if you'll have them. The scene starts with posturing and flaunting dynastic legacies, and when they get up the Wall, there's the admission that yeah, both our hands our tied and we don't actually have a lot of power to spare, mythical ancestors and monologues on duty regardless.

Then there's Taylor's microexpressions when he reads the raven.

The slight lip quiver? Dude only had 4 minutes but by god, I loved his performance.

Also can I talk about the face? The deviated septum? The strong brow that makes him look like he's always slightly angry? All that while still having a babyface? Perfect casting imo.

[macksartblock]

I was away visiting my boyfriend for a week and every time we got in the car I basically tormented him with the concept of a dndads pink pony club parody - à la Teenie the Teen

Will Campos if you’re here I’ll pay you fifty dollars

[amu-says-hav-says]

MISMAG2 SPOILERS

the way Brennan described killing Philtrum actually forced me to pause the video and stare into space. something so terrifyingly haunting about the quietness of the lights being turned off in your mind, one by one, until there's nothing left. I think it tapped so heavily into my own IRL fears of death in a way a violent death never could have. bravo, mr mulligan, for that existential horror, I will be reliving it in my nightmares for years to come.

[match-makee]

they have turned cute and cuddly (yet their beloved has been murdered)

i had an animatic idea about this but I might do it next time. I've got other redesigns to do for the voices.

[fairy-verse]

what would horror do if dust were to be injured by another fairy?

It doesn’t bode well to speak of the horrors of the night.

“Bunny…”

“Hey,” speaking softly, as if to not agitate his mate any further, Dust tenderly kissed the shimmering tears that trickled so softly down Horror’s cheeks, his gentle giant just barely keeping his composure up. “I’m okay, Horror. I’m not going to die.”

Horror released a broken whine and a short sob, and he cradled the smaller fairy closer to himself as he quietly cried. “I was scared.”

“I know.”

“I thought they… they were…” his words were muddled, and his mind felt confused. His tongue felt swollen. Had he bitten it? “I thought they were going to… to take you away… to somewhere I couldn’t follow.”

“Shh, Horror,” Dust soothed, his hands stroking over Horror’s skull, his cheeks, his tense shoulders. “I’m here. I won’t leave you alone.”

Shedding more tears as softer whimpers left him, Horror desperately clung to his mate, feeling so ashamed and frightened all at the same time. He didn’t want to hurt anyone. He didn’t want to be alone. “Stay with me… please. I love you, Dust… I love you.”

With his joints growing stiffer by the minute, Dust forced himself to stay calm as he kissed Horror’s forehead, his mind filling with scribbles of the near future. “I love you, too, Horror. I won’t ever leave you. I promise.”

It doesn’t bode well to speak of the stardust that blows in the wind of the night, nor of the petite fairy who, without interrupting his lover’s restless sleep, snuck away during the cover of darkness to fill the silent hours with screams and begs for mercy. Heeding neither plea nor cry, the little fairy plunged into a pool of icy water to rid himself of glittering stardust, for once taking care to clean himself properly.

Without as much of a creak of wood or a silent hush, Dust crept into Horror’s arms once more, leaving a soft kiss atop his chest before cuddling in against his pleasant warmth.

“I promise I’ll protect you forever, Horror. I won’t ever leave you alone. Never.”

[goldkirk]

i haven't been this not okay in over a year and i do not miss it and i do not want it

[spookythesillyfella]

here's my rendition of that one meme because cold season is finally here

★ version without text under cut

[breadtheend]

Sad story

[edwinisms]

genuinely it’s this kinda shit that makes me seriously question my existence as a film major, specifically one focused on screenwriting for television. like it’s such a disgustingly hostile environment for any creators and just seems like an industry that gets progressively harder and more painful to participate in. why am I even doing this if whatever I may end up putting my time and effort and soul into will probably end up spat on and tossed out (if it even miraculously gets picked up by one of the handful of big malicious streaming entities that control what is and isn’t produced and seen in the first place). it’s either 1) don’t make any money and be doomed to have a second job forever, or 2) be subject to the torment and humiliation of the streaming service empire for eternity. that’s the state of show creation right now and it actually makes me sick and I just hope one day soon everyone gets tired enough of this status quo to shift the norm of how shows get produced back to a state where shows don’t require the permission of streaming services and other big corporate entities to exist and continue existing. that’s the only thing that’d make me feel like I have a real future in my own field.

[iguessricciardo]

@.enchante “but have you seen how cold it is outside?”

[idolbound]

As @breathandshadow mentioned, Meredith would almost certainly be haunted by the spirits of mages she has killed.

It is canon that the veil in Kirkwall is thin, and the transition between reality and the Fade is easier to achieve than in other places. Thus, I imagine that spirits do linger, and death follows Meredith.

Perhaps to some who are more sensitive to this, notice it wherever Meredith goes. It is perhaps why her presence is, well, not just intimidating but full of dread when she passes through the city.

With regards to Meredith's paranoia, she already imagines that apostate blood mages are "around every corner", as Orsino claims, and the thought of ghosts lingering in the Templar Hall, Meredith's office, the barracks, and her personal quarters amplifies her paranoia - even more so as the red lyrium sets in during Act 3, where the mere days before Anders destroys the Chantry, she actively paces the halls at night, investigating the shadows, trying to find what she feels following her every step of the way.

[hajihiko]

I love how you display creepy stuff. With uncanny expressions, body horror, and even setting. The ship the survivors on must be so chilly and old, you could hear footsteps from one end of the ship and night terrors of your neighbor. Properly delightful.

thank u I try very hard! I think horror is one of those things that are insanely hard to nail so I'm super duper glad