#I’m claiming her

[https-hunter]

And if I said

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

I’m sure Dumat being defeated the same year andraste was born means nothing

I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that andrastes mother was part of a tribe who helped the grey wardens fight and defeat dumat the same year she was born, meaning that she could have been a fetus affected by the taint in the proximity of a dying arch demon

And the fact that nobody knows which grey warden killed dumat, as seven wardens died from injuries from his death throes, and therefore we cannot actually identify a warden who absorbed his soul, means nothing

And I’m sure it is a complete coincidence that andraste had dreams and visions of the being later referred to as the maker her whole life, and behaved strangely, talking about hearing lost voices and seeing strange auras. That absolutely doesn’t sound like anyone else we know

[automaticroadpeachdragon]

HER PREY pt. 2

Rio Vidal/Female Reader!

Warnings: knife play, blood kink, blood licking, reader crying and Rio loving it!

You gasp into the kiss, but you know better than to not give in. You grapple the hand around your neck as her fingers dig into your flesh. You whimper. She chuckles— pulling away with her teeth latching onto your lower lip, drawing blood. You hiss, her tongue running over the wound she has created, licking up your blood.

Her eyes are dark as they bore into yours, hunger still there as the hand wrapped around your neck goes to your cheek, her thumb caressing you gently.

“Such pretty sounds, you make, sweetness,” she whispers. “I wonder what other pretty noises I can draw from you.”

Then she’s attacking your neck, her teeth biting into the flesh. You cry out— hands grasping at her shoulders. Her tongue soothes the now irritated skin at your neck, her thumbs brushing your tears. She pulls back just enough to look into your teary eyes before she lunges back to kiss you.

You kiss her back with the same fire, your hands digging into her shoulders, drawing a pleasurable groan from her. Her teeth are on your lips again, this time gently caressing over your swollen kissed lips. The unoccupied hand she uses to pull your body into hers, hand moving up and down your sides.

You move to pull back so that you can breathe, but then her hand is in your hair again. Holding you in place—

Her kiss is more fierce. The hand on her shoulder digs impossibly deeper, again eliciting another groan from her. You gasp into her mouth, and then you bite. She moans and you bite harder. She laughs against you darkly and you release her lip.

She pulls back and you gasp in air through your lungs, she watches as you close your eyes to do so. Watching the rise and fall of your chest. Her nails run up and down your sides as you catch your breath.

She leans in, her lips millimeters from yours. “You’re mine, sweetness,” she says. “And I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

When her lips kiss yours again, it’s soft. And all you can do is let her. And you realize instantly that the fear that you felt moments before now is gone. Your body is filled with a wanton need for her, a craving to feel her lips upon your skin.

“What did you do to me?” You ask through her kisses breathlessly.

“Nothing, yet, sweetness,” she says darkly, that dark gleam back in her eyes. “But I will.”

She pulls away from you with a departing sensual kiss and pulls the knife from the sheathe. She sees a flash of panic behind your eyes and is pleased when you don’t make any move to run. A hand comes up to your arm and you let her take it, pulling up the sleeve to reveal skin. Her teeth flash, tongue running over her lower lip.

She runs a finger along the unscathed tissue and whispers, “Such pretty skin, I can’t wait to mark it up with my knife.”

Her knife comes up to meet your flesh, instinctively though, you flinch away, but her grip is tight.

“Breathe for me, sweet girl,” she whispers.

She digs her knife into your flesh. You cry out, tears prickling your eyes. She shushes you, wiping away your tears and rubbing your cheek soothingly. But the look in her eyes is pure hunger and gratification at seeing you in pain all for her.

She wants more of it. Her knife moves over each small word she carves into your skin, watching and waiting as tears roll down your cheeks. She leans into you and licks up your tears, salivating at the taste of you on her lips. The second the knife leaves your arm, you are a sobbing mess. A kiss placed on your temple, a dark chuckle, and the gleeful sound that escapes her tell you she is proud of her mark.

When you calm down, you manage the strength to look down. Blood pools from the wound, but through it, you see the name ‘Rio’ engraved into your skin and with it a heart. Your skin is scorched from the pain and you look back up to Rio with watering and pained-filled eyes. She scoffs at you, shaking her head, and brings your arm to her lips, this time though, instead of her tongue. She kisses the area, and instantly you realize that the pain is gone. Her tongue then comes out to lick up your blood-stained arm.

“You’re mine now, sweetness. Body and soul,” she says when she pulls away, still holding your arm. She traces the mark on your skin and whispers something under her breath. “Nobody will ever hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

From that moment on, you lived centuries, with Death by your side— she may have been cruel to the world, killed people, and taken souls. But with you, she was kind, in her own way.

You had realized over the years that when you thought back on the day you met— she could have been cruel to you, killed you where you stood, and taken your body and soul but instead showed you mercy and kept you alive. You never understood why, but it was reason enough to be hers, but still curiosity got the best of you.

“Rio,” you said one night with her.

“Yes, sweetness.”

You hesitated, before asking, “Why did you not kill me the day we met?”

You saw her pause, looking over her shoulder to you. “Why do you ask?”

You looked away, a furious blush staining your cheeks, making Rio smirk. She always seemed to affect you, regardless of anything.

Taking pity on you, she turned and walked towards you, causing you to walk backward into a tree. She grasped your chin lightly and whispered against your lips, “You were just…” she licked her lower lips, “too delicious not to keep sweetness.”

And you suppose that’s as much of an answer you were going to get, but didn’t mind it. Rio always found a way around confrontation.

Her lips pressed to yours, her mouth flooding your senses. When she pulled back, you whined chasing her lips with your own. She chuckled— putting distance between you.

“Come, sweetness. We’ve got bodies and souls to take.” her hand reached for your own, and when you took it without hesitation; she knew she had you wrapped around her finger once more.

And so you followed her, after all that’s all you could do anyways.

You were hers after all.

[21loveatfirstsight]

“No one in history has had special treatment like you”

She bent the rule for Agatha

She is the natural order of all things

And she bent it all for her

[fumifooms]

What if we were both magic prodigies and it otherized us in different ways and we devoted ourselves to protecting a family member who has general other goals & priorities. What if we both did self-sacrifical devotion in opposite ways.

What if we were dark mirrors of each other and where I've grown overcontrolling you've grown complacent. What if, bought as a servant into a pretty loving home, ownership and control is what love looks like to me, and to you neglected and lonely growing up, love is gratefully taking any scraps of it you’re lent.

By belonging to someone, even if she comes back injured or fails at finding Delgal, she feels like she belongs and is cherished, by owning someone he feels safe in them not leaving him.

She’s what’s tethering him do you see… And he’s the only thing giving her direction and purpose in her state. She needs a compass and he needs a support.

They’re both so out of it 😭 It’s the weirdly intense and unearned mutual trust and reliance on each other?? They’re each other’s weird little comfort codependent teddy bear. Or at least they were headed towards that before SHE DIED THEN HE DIED THEN THEY BOTH FORGOT ABOUT EACH OTHER AND NEVER MET EVER AGAIN. Though she’s also the guard attack hound keeping him safe… And vice versa he heals her and can rewrite her very being with just one wave of his hand. They’re both so so mentally and physically vulnerable both but they cling onto each other. They can’t perceive things accurately but despite it all someway somehow they stumble into something closer to resembling companionship just before they both die. Falin is just that kind and Thistle is just that lonely. Overworked. We both haven’t lived for ourselves in a very long time, haven’t we.

They both have a similar devotion to the people they love but again the difference is that Thistle starts overtsepping while Falin is self-effacing. The other difference between them is that people care about Falin <3 People have given up on Thistle long ago, and he has given people reasons to, while people refuse to give up on Falin. Yaad has a mini arc about it dw about it it’s ok he’s not all alone in the end 😭😭 He reached out for Marcille’s hand but they already all wanted to help him, they just had to be given the chance to, Yaad just had to be given the chance to, it’s okay I’m okay

Hey what if we learned to get in touch with our own identity and the world around us and living in the present again through being in the worst codependent situationship ever.

Falin and Thistle sitting in a tree, sucking on flowers together because they’re h-u-n-g-r-y 💕💕💕

I bet he’s only ever thought of flowers as useless ornaments. Weak weeds. But she shows him they’re tasty and useful and good and pretty in their own right too and deserve existing without proving their worth and waaa <33 Thistles…... Did you know thistles taste sweet if you remove the thorns and eat them?

"Even as a chimera, her kind nature remains" you can’t suppress her in the way that matters. You can’t soothe him in the way that matters. It’s doomed. You’re doomed. It’s all doomed. Save me.

[wickmitz]

every time i reread lackadaisy i become stronger about my conviction that fans are WAY too harsh on mitzi and misunderstand her completely. you go online and see people treating her like satan incarnate when she’s genuinely just a person who’s grieving and lost. her and mordecai are two sides of the same coin and it’s crazy that people are kinder to him ( when he kills people, brutally, all the time and without remorse ) but never to her … like the things i’ve seen people accuse her of is baffling enough to make me wonder if i’m genuinely misreading the text tbh. even her character sheet on the lackadaisy website says this :

cannot stress enough everything we’ve seen from mitzi and know about her, both in the past and present, proves she was a tender hearted sort of person. she is not ruthless or cruel naturally, and has to continuously decide to commit to the harsh edges she’s desperately trying to wear. she’s selfish, yes, and does have her own myriad of flaws -- but she’s hardly some manipulative mastermind with no warmth in her heart. and knowing this makes her arc and her scenes ache all the more for it tbh

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

crazy meets crazier

“It’s full of people like you, Dorcas. Like me, too. People who made the mistake to put their soul, love, their whole being into something fleeting.

People will leave, people will die, but Voldemort will be forever.

Your friend, Crouch, has found a new purpose in the Dark Lord. Join us, Dorcas.

“Are you done?”

“After me, only Voldemort will come for you.”

“Let him. In the mean time, say hi to Reggie for me.”

[lemonsharkgirlfriend]

alicent, a woman who’s been stripped of all power and agency and has no sway or influence amongst the green council, should have concluded her liberation arc by… coming to the understand that her mistreatment within this patriarchal system pales in comparison to the love she holds for her sons (one of whom she’s disowned in 1x08, the other pre-2x01), and she should have used the power (that she doesn’t have) to continue to support the green claim (that she doesn’t believe in). she should have thrown away her own feelings of (freely chosen) love for rhaenyra, knowing these feelings ‘don’t actually matter’ (they do), and just, again, sacrifice her body, mind, and mouth for her sons (who she 1. doesn’t believe in and 2. knows do not have her own or helaena’s best interest in mind). the driftmark scene (that alicent verbally expresses regretting and which otto tries to manipulate her into believing was justified directly afterward) and alicent standing in front of meleys during aegon’s coronation (yet another example of alicent sacrificing her body to otto’s cause that she’s been manipulated into believing is her only purpose) are definitive proof that alicent should have become a scorched earth mama bear in season 2 that should have not have had any conflicted feelings about her sons’ unnecessary violence and total ineptitude at ruling the kingdom because… the ends (i.e., aegon being in the throne… which she doesn’t believe in) justify the means. alicent could have just used her voice (again, the one that she doesn’t have in this version of the story; let go of book!alicent) to sway her sons’ policy if they were trying to do something she didn’t agree with, and otherwise, she should have just let them do what they wanted to secure the green claim (that alicent doesn’t believe in). turning to rhaenyra (alicent’s only reference for freedom and chosen love) after concluding her liberation arc is out of character (it isn’t, alicent has chosen rhaenyra over her children several times) and doesn’t make sense (i’m just going to assume you weren’t paying attention to the plot, dialogue, set design, editing, costuming, etc., that suggested alicent was seeking out rhaenyra throughout the entire season, starting with her moving into rhaenyra’s childhood bedroom before the season even began). alicent is dumb (sure, i’ll give you that) for trusting rhaenyra (she can’t trust her own sons either, and arguably, to a greater extent). alicent should realize her love for rhaenyra is no longer relevant (it is and always will be, as expressed by the writers about… one million times) because she should care more about her sons (that she doesn’t support anymore and that she cannot control) than her own happiness and securing safety for helaena/jaehaera (her children/grandchildren that she’d like to see no harm come to). also, exploring alicent’s motherhood (alicent ‘switching sides’ still does this lol) would have been more interesting than exploring her repressed queerness/lesbianism (i mean idek know what to say to this bc how the hell do you think this isn’t interesting and novel and worth exploring). ultimately, i have another version of alicent in my head (book!alicent) that i wish had been adapted instead (totally valid opinion to have! though you ultimately shouldn’t project book!alicent onto show!alicent because they have been fundamentally different characters since the very beginning), so i’m going to pretend alicent going to rhaenyra in 2x08 is bad, unpredictable writing (instead of something those ‘annoying shippers’ had been theorizing about since before the season even began because the clues were literally there, even that early).

[jacarandaaaas]

in this shot the candle is positioned higher up in the shot than mirabel, showcasing how she feels this candle is worth more than she is. This is also foreshadowing for the moment she quite literally values this candle more than her own life!

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Yeah it’s cool and all that Lyanna Mormont and Wylla Manderly are such vocal Stark loyalists. But it’s actually quite important that they share names with two of the most important women in Jon Snow’s life: Lyanna Stark - his mother, and Wylla - his wetnurse and rumored mother in universe. Such stunning loyalty from these two girls who are named after women so important to Jon just tickles all the key parts of my brain. These are the women who gave him life. And it’s even more poignant when we realize that by ADWD, when the girls are declaring their loyalty, Jon is the KiTN who bears the name STARK per Robb’s decree.

[dozydawn]

[gingebreadbeetle]

This is just straight up a rant, so to be blunt; I am not a professional artist, I just enjoy drawing and know some of the basics. Also this is all just my opinion, so yeah, rant starts from here.

Viv’s designs of the sins that we’ve seen so far are horrible. They’re overcrowded, the colors are really basic or straining for me and it’s just … bad? It’s just bad, confusing and it feels like she looked up a wiki of (insert demon)’s animal, slapped on a Viv TM personality from the five different persona’s she has and oversaturated colored and called it a day.

Sorry if this is disjointed, I know Viv has talent as a artist and she has artistic merit, but I feel like in recent years her style and characterization has diminished ( compare pilot Adam to the show Adam example, for me the pilots design was much cooler ) and now her furry designs or biblical interpretations are just… bare bones, hollow. Like she’s read a question on a test but hasn’t engaged with it thoroughly and rushed it. C minus, Viv.

[hiddensneker]

If you can’t tell me your thoughts on miskao without being misogynistic then you don’t deserve to talk about Nya, Pixal, skylor, and Harumi and I’m being dead fucking serious rn

[xofantasycloud]

“I still don’t know what fashion is”😂

Tbf I don’t understand Pinoe’s fashion sense either so I’ll get behind that

🎥: USWNT

[qunaricatnip]

bioware I’m in your fucking walls stop putting morrigan in situations with the dalish wtf is wrong with y’all

[adastra121]

I made a voice claim video for Luneth, my Touchstarved Unnamed MC. Her voice claim is Anya Chalotra!

None of the audio is mine. Credits below:

Voice lines

Hissrich, Lauren Schmidt, creator. The Witcher. Little Schmidt Productions, Hivemind, 2019. Netflix.

Music

Sovereign by Kevin MacLeod | https://incompetech.com/ Music promoted by https://www.chosic.com/free-music/all/ Creative Commons CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/

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