#I am delirious with it

[hollytree33]

Hi so I might’ve made a painting of my Inquisitor while trying to mimic Solas’s style so I can pretend he made it

[bacchuschucklefuck]

soon it'll be dawn again

transcript under the cut ⏬

page 01

Fig: no way? - you're still up?

Riz: Wh– yes?

Riz: Why'd I not be.

page 02

Fig: I me~~ean - that took.

Fig: whole day.

Riz: Yeah?

Fig: 'm beat.

Riz: you should sleep.

page 03

Fig: nah. my guy's still up

Fig: I wanna hang out.

page 04

Riz: That's really nice.

Fig: Hah! - Nobody ever expects an Archdevil rockstar to be nice.

Riz: … yeah. - 's just budget work tho. (the stuff I'm working on) - I've heard it's boring.

page 05

Fig: yeah, but you do it…

Riz: It keeps things going, right? - Nothing happens if nobody sits down and - does the thing.

Fig: That's right… - though. Yeah.

page 06

Fig: sometimes it's someone else who - doesn't want the same thing to happen.

Riz: … - mm.

page 07

Riz (off screen): …It took me a long time to get that not everyone likes doing what I do. - 's probably because you guys are so nice– - or. - kind.

Riz (off screen): to anyone too, not just. - the people you /love/.

page 08

Riz: that's not how it is elsewhere. - The world's– not. hostile. - but 's not like it's kind.

Riz: So I'm doing as much as I can now… 

page 09

Fig: Hey.

Riz: ?

Fig: Go dig some dirt with me.

page 10

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - oh you meant like - actual dirt. (not incriminating information)

Fig: o yea.

Fig: there's clay in the backyard soil. - sometimes when I'm sun deficient or something I go touch dirt for a bit.

page 11

Fig: here u go

page 12

Riz: uh

Fig: now we make a thing! - 'm pretty good at freehanding a bowl.

Fig: I'll show u

page 13

Fig: just– yep, flatten that out as evenly as u can, then–! - actually ur nails'd be so good at cutting out the strip. [larger than usual space] wait. - wait. wait u can carve patterns with them! we HAVE to try

Riz: uh - What. do I carve?

Fig: anything!!!

page 14

Fig: and– yep just seal the inside uh. seam?

Fig: yep that works - okay time's up! all contestant hands up

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - okay - wh. what's next?

Fig: haha - watch this.

(sound effect text): FWOO—MP

page 15

Riz: WH– DON'T JUST DO THAT???

Fig: Now it's fired!

Riz: THAT WAS NOT SAFE

Fig: (actually it's just dry. if u add water rn it'll dissolve)

Fig: ok catch!

Riz: [blank speech bubble] - careful!!

Fig: dw no need haha

page 16

Riz (thought bubble): oh - it's warm…

Fig: now I want you to throw this.

page 17

Fig: u gotta do it - c'mon

page 18

Riz: wh– - It's like 3AM right now

Fig: oh it's not /fired/ fired it's not gonna make a loud noise

Riz: And then just? leave a pile out here?

Fig: pour water over it & it'll be gone I told u

Riz: but

page 19

Fig (off screen): RIz.

page 20

Fig: I've done all this before.

Fig: Can you trust that at least?

page 21

Riz: no, I– - I do. - I trust you.

page 23

Riz: okay what happens now

(sound effect text): glob

page 24

Fig: we do it again!

page 25

Riz: wh. [larger than usual space] What do you mean. (this clay's too wet also)

Fig: see! you're already learning

Fig: [blank speech bubble] - there are flows that are futile to fight. - The world changes.

Fig: Things change.

page 26

Fig: I've learned my lessons with "forevers". - But - as an artist

Fig: I can give you one thing: - You can always do it again.

page 27

Fig: most of everything depends on the rest of the world, - but this. - making new. - that's yours as long as you want it.

page 28

Fig: So?

page 29

Riz: Yeah. - Yeah! - let's make another one.

[jupitisms]

WHY HE HAS BGUGS IN RHERE?!?

[stuck-in-jelly]

Sol Regem having his wings healed by primal magic using a rare seed that brings light and life then going on to kill innocent civilians

Vs Soren having his lungs healed by dark magic using the blood and death of a rare magical creature then going on to become a protector of the innocent

[corpsecowboy]

miles edgeworth period cramps moodboard

[dinzeeyz]

Felt like a crime that I, an avid fish n chips enjoyer, never once drew that nat20 kiss, so. Here you guys go!

[justvea18]

As much as I bully and joke about Achilles, I understand why he grieved Patroclus the way he did in the Iliad

He expected himself to be the one to not make it out of the war. Unlike Patroclus, Achilles never expected Patroclus to die the way he did. He himself was the one who was prophesized to die in the Trojan war, after all. Never in his 9 years in Troy he considered Patroclus dying before him - even planning to have him raise Neoptolemus on his behalf after all this fighting is done.

Patroclus was also probably the first person he was very close to that he lost. Sure, he lost a lot of men, but how many of them were close to him as Patroclus - his friend/family/partner/companion (interpret them as you will) - who made him cry so hard that he shook the earth and had his mother and aunts heard him from the depths of the ocean. The man whose death drove him into a suicidal breakdown.

His own doing caused Patroclus' death and fall into a rage and killed Hector in a disgraceful manner (he didn't deserve that as he was only trying to protect his home and family).

He loved him so much that he wished to have their ashes mixed. He loved him so much that he cried on his tomb almost every day. He loved him but not enough to set his pride aside.

[friendlyengie]

The mercs go to the beach. What are they each spending the day doing?

Had ideas for all them but really only the energy to draw out these ones u_u Demo and Soldier are armed to the teeth with waterguns+balloons (and are 10 seconds away from ruining spy and medic’s afternoon), Heavy is trying drinks at a nearby outdoor bar and being bugged by Scout because Scout really wants to see how far Heavy can toss him off the pier into the ocean, and Engineer is 5 ft deep in a hole in the sand with no intent on stopping until they’re all ready to leave.

[send-me-a-puffalope]

I know they’re never gonna do it cause people don’t like morally gray female main characters (/hj) but I really want the FNAF movie writers to transfer the main character role to Vanessa rather than continuing Mike’s story (totally unbiased opinion aha ha).

I’ve always felt that Mike’s storyline in regards to Freddy’s ended satisfyingly at the end of the FNAF movie. He entered freddy’s with problems that are more or less solved by the end of the movie.

He’s fixed his strained relationship with Abby

If the FNAF movie novel is to be believed, he has a decently paying job now

His whole arc is about moving on from what he cannot change (Garrett’s death) and focus on the present (Abby).

He has no reason to go back to a Freddy’s location and no deeper connection to the Afton’s.

Vanessa, on the other hand, leaves Freddy’s having lost everything. She’s starting the FNAF 2 movie with nothing. As abusive and awful her father was, he was all she had. She doesn’t know what it’s like to be free of him and is burdened with the guilt of having betrayed him and being the cause of his death. She has history with Freddy’s and might now be the new owner of all the Freddy’s locations with William dead.

Vanessa is such a rich and complicated character and, what I’m most interested in, a really interesting moral compass that can make for such a compelling main character. Even though her character is rooted in choosing to do the right thing despite her situation and she ultimately chooses to help Mike and Abby, she’s still running on what her father taught her and the flawed ideology that comes with having been raised by a serial killer.

Vanessa has a line in the first movie that’s stuck with me and it’s her justifying that the vandals were bad people and that’s why she was okay with them dying. I think that’s such an interesting train of thought the writers can explore. How Vanessa believed that some deaths are okay + normal. Imagine the FNAF 2 movie exploring Vanessa’s twisted moral compass and unusually desensitized reactions to death. How every once in a while, Vanessa will have a very concerning line that makes Mike realize that he’s really doesn’t know who she is as a person behind that initial facade she put up.

Especially if you throw in Vanessa possibly having a very unstable or unreliable memory and perception of the world. I really like the idea of hallucinations, flashbacks, and dreams showing the audience William’s character through the lens of Vanessa. It can provide a good flow between the present and the flashbacks I’m sure is being planned for the FNAF 2 movie.

[mclarenviolet]

Cherry Wine

Astarion x GN!Reader

Warnings: Brief mention of blood/hunting, shameless flirting and a smidge of fluff

WC: 500+

A/N: Continuing the trend of naming my Astarion fics after Hozier songs because the combination is ✨chef's kiss✨ As always I try to keep reader gender neutral but as I haven't proofread this one particularly well please let me know if there's any slip ups!

You enter the firelit camp after your evening bathe in the nearby river, glad to have washed away the intense grime of the bog you'd been traversing for the last few days. You cast your gaze over to where Astarion lounges against a log, wine bottle in hand, his crimson eyes already fixed on you with a mischievous glint.

"Well, well, well," he purrs, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "If it isn't my favorite person in this whole wretched world."

You roll your eyes, failing in your attempt to hide your smile from the handsome vampire. "Spare me your flattery, Astarion. I might just faint from the shock."

He chuckles, his fingers idly tracing patterns in the dirt. "Oh darling, your heart can surely handle a few well-placed compliments from time to time."

You settle down beside him, your shoulder brushing against his. "And what makes you so certain that I'm not immune to your charms?"

Astarion leans in closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear. "Because, my dear, I've seen the way your cheeks flush whenever I grace you with my presence."

You fight back a laugh, shaking your head. "You're impossible, you know that?"

He grins, his gaze smoldering as it meets yours. "Ah, but you love every bit of it."

You feign exasperation, throwing up your hands in mock defeat. "Fine, you win. I'm utterly captivated by your snark. Happy now?"

Astarion's laughter is low and melodic, "Delighted, actually."

As the night wears on, the camp grows quiet, your companions settling down in their tents, undoubtedly exhausted from what felt like endless days of battling amidst that miserable bog. Astarion however stays firmly planted by your side, silver hair seemingly glowing in the moonlight as he stares up towards the stars.

"You know," his tone soft, "despite my 'snark' as you so eloquently put it, I really do quite enjoy our time together."

Your heart skips a beat as his playful façade gives way to a vulnerability that takes you by surprise. "I know." your voice equally gentle.

He leans slowly towards you, gaze meeting yours once more, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "And if I were to do something that's shockingly out of character, would you be too surprised to stop me?"

Your breath hitches as his fingers brush against your jaw. "I guess we'll just have to find out."

And with that, his lips capture yours in a passionate kiss fueled by weeks of teasing and flirtatious banter, of stolen glances and lingering touches.

Astarion's arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, his fingers tangling in your hair. You can taste the coppery tang of whichever creature he hunted earlier mingled with the cherry wine he's been leisurely sipping on all evening, a mixture you find unexpectedly intoxicating.

When the kiss finally breaks, you both pull away, breathless and dazed. Astarion's confident smirk fades into a genuine smile, his inquisitive eyes searching yours.

"Surprised?" he asks, his voice a low whisper.

You grin, all too aware that Astarion's keen hearing must be picking up the way your heart pounds in your chest. "Very."

He leans in to press another kiss to your lips, his fingers tracing absent patterns on your back. "Well, my dear, prepare to be surprised more often."

A/N: Welcome to another episode of Violet doesn't know how to end her fics 😌 Thank you for reading, feedback is appreciated as always 💕

[magical-girl-coral]

Fig and Ayda want to get married, queen Caramalinda has a lesbian hot situationship with a hot butch paladin of devotion made out of smores, Adaine said she never ever wants to get married (ace Adaine??? 👀👀👀), Sklonda and Sandra Lynn are married in a different universe, Cody wants to marry a male skeleton, Gorgug was distracted by Pinocchio pole dancing, Kristen officiating the world's strangest gay wedding.

[deimosatellite]

bsd tumblr listen to me. steinbeck/fyodor power couple

[sergle]

I know that animation in big blockbuster films is like not ever supposed to look good anymore and whatever, like it's almost intentionally bad, but from an artistic standpoint, can you imagine how hard it would have slayed if they made the minecraft movie purely with pixel animation?

[burninblood]

I know the majority of people seem not to like the muzzle mask for Bucky, but I can perfectly picture Nat taking that off, caressing the red signs that the hard material has left on the bridge of his nose and on top of his cheecks, and then kiss him.

So yeah, I am sort of ok with the muzzle mask too 🤭

[antianakin]

Happy fix-it AU where Padme leaves Anakin anyway because she realizes how bad he is for her, and she ends up retiring because she REALLY doesn't want to be a Senator anymore (it was also maybe encouraged by her Queen after her secret marriage to a Jedi was discovered) and she goes back to Naboo to be with her family. She's left behind her responsibilities but she doesn't know what to do now, she's just... adrift, sort-of in limbo and mourning her relationship with Anakin. She has to keep convincing herself not to go back to him because she KNOWS she doesn't want that anymore, she KNOWS she doesn't want to be the person she was with him again, but the thrill of the secret marriage to someone who was so passionate about being with her is also sort-of like a drug.

Her parents both offer to let her come help them in their respective jobs, but she doesn't really have the energy for that right now. She DOES like helping Sola with her nieces because their energy and innocence seems to be a balm for her heart. One day, Sola asks if Padme can take the kids to a local festival in Theed one day while she and her husband go do something else, and Padme agrees. The girls are old enough and Theed is safe enough that they can wander off on their own away from Padme as long as they know not to go TOO far and come back to her after a little while. As she peruses the different artwork on her own, one artist's work stands to her more than anyone else's, it just hits at the core of her and she's not even sure why. She stands in front of a painting of a bird in flight for what seems like hours, though it can't be more than a minute or two, before the artist himself comes over to speak to her.

He addresses her as Senator Amidala, and she quickly tells him that she's not a Senator anymore and she doesn't really want to go by the name Amidala either, she prefers just Padme these days. He agrees, and something about him, maybe his eyes, seems familiar but she can't quite put her finger on it. They talk about his art for a while and everything he says about his inspiration feels like it's speaking directly to her. Eventually, Pooja and Ryoo come up to her and start pulling at her hands, demanding that she come see something with them. Before she leaves, she finally realizes she didn't even know his name and asks him.

It's Palo. The first boy she'd ever loved. The last time she'd seen him she'd been twelve in the Legislative Youth Program. She knew he'd left politics to become an artist instead, but she'd never actually seen any of his art before or ever tried to get back in contact with him. Now she wishes she had. Pooja and Ryoo are still pulling her away so she doesn't have time to really get over her shock at this revelation before she has to leave him behind and someone else comes up to ask him a question in her place.

He shows up at her parents' door the next day with the painting of the bird she'd so adored, and offers it to her as a gift. He refuses to accept any payment for it no matter how much she insists, but asks if she'd be willing to take a walk with him instead. She agrees. They end up spending the whole day together, just talking. For the first time, Padme doesn't feel like she's drowning in her own feelings or floating with no direction. She feels a lot like she's finally come home.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

I just think that Kristen "I was my God's chosen one and I met him and he adored me but he wasn't what I needed and I didn't like the kind of divinity my church had turned him into so I left and created a pantheon dedicated to the lost and the confused and the hurt because no one should have to feel the way I did" Applebees and Ostentatia "My God barely knew my name and I met him and he was dismissive of me but he loved me and always provided what I needed and when I looked at him I only saw my father so I helped him because no one should be left to drown under their burden when all they need is a little help" Wallace should meet and be friends and maybe kiss on the mouth