#IM ACTUALLY BURSTING AT THE SEAMS

[sevs-corner]

U got me giggling and kicking my feet with the jock simon and goth dom reader. But that last bullet point.. oohhhh makes me wonder the outside POV of their budding relationship. Like what are the guys opinion? Who’d clock on to Simon’s down bad behavior towards reader?

IM SO HAPPI YOU CAUGHT ONTO THAT (that was going to be my bridge for a one shot after that ask but lets cover it here !!)

Also thank yew for readin and takin interest <33

you can find the prev ask here !

Tw: 18+ content beyond this point | MDNI

The guys don’t catch onto it initially, thinking that’s its another usual hook-up or a fwb situation

But the fact that its reoccurring too often and there are talks about it

Who’s to say that they wouldn’t catch wind of it?

In my OG idea, Gaz is the president and basically the information guy, he knows all the gossip and he now know its his buddy being talked about recently

The Tf 141 guys aren’t afraid to confront each other, they are the tip of the social hierarchy but its more of a… “mutually agreed” shared position

So, when Gaz hears about this, confirming with a trusted source beforehand of course, he comes storming into their designated ‘man cave’ in the school

The man, literally stand before this behemoth and looks him straight to his eyes and asks,

“What the fuck is up with you?”

Gaz is seething, jealous and so green with envy that he didn’t get to you first- that he doesn’t have you wrapped around his pinky

And Simon clocks this, outwardly smirking, posture imposing as he already knows that he has the upper hand

Price and Soap watches, but this is only when Price finally connects the dots that he stands before Ghost as well (interest piqued but not quite jealous)

Soap already knew, being the closest out of the three to Ghost

And this man was worse than Gaz

After discovering it accidentally when he drunkenly made his way to Ghost’s room one night

He got put down like a dog by him (but you were taken care first for the night with depraved kisses of promising to continue after he puts him down)

And lets just say that, Soap had a strange mark around his throat the next couple days, legs not fully functioning, and had a habit of standing more than sitting really

Besides Soap, Gaz would be Ghost’s go to but now that he found a new “fuck toy”

Oh he is ready to ruin you and everything you hold dear— especially that precious relationship with his Simon

(but eventually gets broken by you too tho we’ll cover that another time hehe)

But Price, actually tries to convince him to let him give a shot- just like a one night stand

From the way his mates reacted, ooh this big bear wants a taste

Now Ghost gets a lil’ sweaty

He’s first and foremost loyal to Price but goddamn- did he want something for himself for once

So he stalls, and eventually—

Price and Gaz gangs up and makes you miserable enough for Simon not to want you or vice-versa

So he had no choice but to share you and the experience

And man, he curses himself in the afterglow of everything

He wishes he had done it sooner

[paladinsbrainrot]

Idk about yall but i am more invested in will's individual storyline than byler right now it's TOO GOOD im so curious

[shorthaltsjester]

i do not want to dig a hole but i am too much of a laura bailey pc enjoyer to not make this post so:

selfishness ≠ a lack of kindness 

selfishness is a theme that has come up with all of laura's main campaign pcs. that doesn't mean that her characters are always making selfish choices or that they don't care about the rest of the people they're with or that they're not good. it's just that, for the most part, the first thing they're thinking of when they take action or make choices is themselves. 

in jester and vex both it is more typical and obvious selfishness. vex's developed because she needed it to keep herself and vax alive and as safe as possible and it grew into a behaviour that she had to actively work to avoid. it's evident in her greed, her theft of the broom, her reaction to her own death which relied heavily on i'm okay/i survived to which keyleth reminded her that she wasn't the only one who had to witness and reckon with her death. in jester's case, she grew up in an environment that literally trained her to make every decision based on two things - her mother's opinion and her own. so, when she's out in the world without marion for the first time, her choices are those that will benefit her and her actions are those that consider her own thoughts and not really many others' (aside from the traveler's). 

it isn't a criticism of either vex or jester to say that they are characters who act selfishly. in fact, i'd argue that to claim otherwise does a great disservice to exactly how immense both of their character arcs are. because the nuance of both jester and vex is that they are selfish, and they also hold extreme room for self-sacrifice and empathy. vex is much more brash than jester is, and jester is much more trusting than vex, but both of them are characters who begin with selfish impulses who grow with them. neither ever truly shed those impulses, but they use them in new ways, typically transforming them into impulses towards things that are in the best interest of the party. 

you may have noticed the lack of imogen in this post about laura bailey pcs and that's because of two reasons. one, we are an unknown amount of time into her story, i can't analyse her development the same way i can vex and jester's. two, imogen's selfishness isn't the blatant quasi-self-aware selfishness that we see in things like jester complaining about her lack of money to caleb or vex stealing a broom. instead, imogen's is very internal, like a lot of laura's character work with imogen. it is a bit similar to jester’s in the sense that it comes from a lack of awareness moreso than vex’s practiced behaviour, but imogen’s is a lot more tied to inherent beliefs she has about the world and the people in it.

as a consequence of her powers, imogen sees people's thoughts as their entirety, she holds it above their actions to be the truth of who they are - to act against what they think or to say something that doesn’t cohere with what they’ve thought is akin to lying, so for her to act empathetically is to act in tandem with what someone else’s thoughts are, not how they act, which is typically not all that wanted. the same as vex’s greed and jester’s naivety, this is a trait that makes narrative sense and it’s one i find quite compelling, especially when read in the vein of someone struggling through trauma that has made them assume that the world is against them. imogen’s cynicism is coherent cynicism, i can’t say that in a similar situation i wouldn’t have the same predisposition towards the world.

the part that is particularly self-interested comes in if you look at how imogen has actually been treated in the campaign (quite well) in comparison to the cynicism that she’s developed from her past (something that speaks to a world out to get her). certainly, a bunch of shitty things have happened to imogen in the time we’ve known her, but the same can be said for everyone in bell’s hells and pretty much everyone in exandria at this point in time. but, in a fight to save the aforementioned world, imogen’s focus was getting her mother back on her side. which, while very consistent with her character and a choice that i enjoy, is a very selfish one. the fun thing (to me, obviously) about imogen is that she has, more than most, an insight into the opinions of others and she also tends to seek others’ opinions out and genuinely engages with them and supports their choices. but she still very much acts towards what she thinks is best. it’s one reason i enjoy looking at the dynamic between her and orym as one between foils, as orym tends to be stalwart in his beliefs and doesn’t care too much for other’s opinions if he’s already sure of his own, but his actions tend to favour collaboration and protecting others.

as i mentioned earlier, imogen is a harder case to look at because she is still in the process of her story. however, the circlet is clearly influencing how she interacts with the world and in the wake of the solstice, the hostile reaction towards ruidusborn people has started to become more and more apparent and i’m interested to see what route that ends up leading imogen down and how it will influence her relationship with the rest of bell’s hells. (for better, i think, based on recent conversations, but if it's for worse i will be just as seated and excited).

all of this is just to say, please stop assuming that claiming a character has a trait you think is a bad one is criticism or a hate post. in light of the fact that i know that people who don’t believe this will continue to not believe this, i’ll encourage anyone confused about the ability of a character to be good and kind and selfish all at once to look to what the text itself says, specifically scanlan’s words to pelor when asked what vex means to him:

“Her name is Vex, and she is greedy and mean sometimes, and she can steal a lot. She’s a little bit not the greatest person, but her flaws highlight everything that is right about her, which is she does all these things to protect her friends and her family. She would give her life for any of us and for anyone who was truly in need. And she’s not perfect but she’s the most perfect of all of us.”

would you look at that... an ability to be a multitude of things, some in conflict with one another. i know that's hard for fandoms to believe, especially about female characters with agency, but i promise its true!

[one-and-a-million-fos]

Any character that's incredibly verbose and polite, that will, without warning, drop the most jaw dropping lines, and then go right back to talking about normal stuff? Will always have my heart

[fappellmoan]

let’s talk muna kind of girl right now

[tlgtw]

If the stars somehow fucking align and my Mt Leyndell theory turns out to actually be right my head will grow so fucking big in response that I won't be able to walk through doorways

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

NO MORE PRAYING, BABY, I'MA BE YOUR PREACHER!

I KNOW IT'S WEIGHING ON YOUR CONSCIENCE.

synopsis// choso isn't as holy as he seems—no thanks to you.

➚ pairing// priest!choso x gn!reader ➚ word count// .430

contents// 16+ EXPLICIT—NO ACTUAL SMUT BUT MENTIONS OF EXPLICIT ACTIONS (bj n hj), like lowkey corrupting choso...? priest!choso au, not really a full oneshot just a drabble/headcanon?

notes// MY FUCKING MAN DEAR LORD IM ON MY KNEES. anyway we know priest!choso came to me in a dream so thats what inspired this. and church by chase atlantic just fit so. this might b cringe n rlly bad bc i dont write suggestive stuff okay baiii :*

priest!choso, who can clearly see the way you act around him, yet at first does nothing about it.

priest!choso, who isn't blind, yet fears that sooner or later he’ll have to pluck out his eyes with the way he’s unable to stop staring at you.

priest!choso, who realizes it’s not really his fault he looks at you like that—not when you purposely wear the tightest jeans you own, looking like they're about to burst at the seams as you bend over, picking up the donation you oh so conveniently dropped in front of him.

priest!choso, who says he isn't stupid, yet will lean into your lingering touches that he knows are nothing more than a spider’s web for him to get caught in.

priest!choso, who will answer your questions knowing you don't actually care to hear the answer because he loves the way you look at him like he’s something to eat, sends shivers down his spine.

priest!choso, who will only let himself think about you and consider indulging in your actions in the seclusion and comfort of his room, where crosses and depictions of his god won't find him.

priest!choso, who will stop and pray when his hand snakes down into his pants, recalling the way you licked your lips and batted your eyelashes at him as you nodded innocently, pretending like you actually gave a fuck about anything he was saying—apologizing to his god for the fact that he was about to sin and asking for forgiveness.

priest!choso, who, after that night, tries to keep his distance. attempting to ignore you at every turn, which quickly becomes impossible when you just won't let up—cornering him every chance you get.

priest!choso, who has no idea how you do it. he doesn’t know how you get to him like this or how just one sway of your hips has any thought of ignoring you disappearing into thin air.

priest!choso, who thinks you’re here to test his devotion to his god.

priest!choso, who thinks fuck his devotion when you find him in the confessionals after mass one night.

priest!choso, who will let you coax him into just one kiss, because that's not so bad, right?

priest!choso, who lets you talk him into a hand job and even a blow job because technically he’s not breaking celibacy if there's no penetration. 

priest!choso, who lets you do whatever you want to him because he’s already this far gone, what’s a little more?

priest!choso, who doesn't know how he was devoted to a god for so long when you were right there.

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[quilly72]

Bzzt bzzzt bzzzzt your phone buzzed on the counter as you made your way over to it. Your wife the breadwinner was calling at her work. Usually she saved these calls for later so you knew it was pretty serious if she called Midday

You opened up the video call as your eyes grew wide. What The Fu

Angela cut you off, Shut up be quiet. Her eyes staring daggers into your soul.

You muffled your voice as you continued to stare at her body. You don't know how or what but somehow she was Taller.

Her blue flowy dress now sat as a bodycon now stuck to her like a bathing suit.

"I uhh don't know what's happening to MEE" angela squeeled out the last bit as her body rumbled and suddenly you watched her head dart up. Her boobs overflowed the top of her dress as the zipper started to pull apart. Her hips widening out as her dress pulled further up her thighs.

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm growing I don't know what to do I don't what started it but earlier I burst thru my heels and now my boobs are fucking h cups and my dress is about to snap. I just barely managed to hide in the conference room before anyone saw me.

Whoa slow down what am I supposed to do call 911 or someone else.

Angela winced as she squeeled again. Ypu heard a vibration like a train was rolling thru your phone as she spurted up again. You could hear the sounds of her dress pulling apart at the seams as her zipper burst and her breasts draped forward thru the gap.

I don't know I just don't want to be a science experiment and I cant think oh fuuck no not againnnnnn.

She clenched her jaw as she sprang upwards. You hadn't realized how tall she actually was till her head hit the roof. Her dress couldn't take it as it finally punched off of her falling to the floor. You watched as she bent her head to the side. Her free hand bracing against the ceiling tiles as she tried to balance herself I'm the conference room. "Im too big oh fucking he'll how do I get out of here.

A knock came thru her door as her face looked at it in terror. "Who's in there we have a meeting scheduled"

Angela covered her mouth as her eyes filled with tears and panic. No I can't be seen like this I gotta get ouTT. She tried to turn but her head ended up disappearing thru the ceiling tiles into the ventilation and electrical above. You watched as she dropped her phone. Staring up at her entire body she had definitely filled out. Her hips stood as wide as the doorway. Her boobs hung like basketballs off of her and her head vanished in the darkness above the lights. Maybe 10 11 ft tall.

Angela squatted down as she struggled to pick up her phone but her hands were just a bit too big to really get a good grasp on it. Another rumble spread thru her as she sprang forward. She quickly fell to her knees as she tried to control her growth. Her legs pushing a couple chairs over and bumping into the center table. Her entire body vibrating as she struggled to fit in the room.

Hey whoever is in there open up right now

You heard the lock jiggling as Angela tried to stop them Wait no just give me a quick minUTE

She dragged forward. Her head and back hitting the roof as her legs and hips shoved the table to its side. Her groans filled the room as one of her legs covered and draped over the phone blocking your view.

All you could hear was the commotion of a door struggling to open the grunts and breath of your wife and spurt after spurt causing her to fill more of the room. Ypu heard wood splinter and then screams as the door collapsed. The sounds of the roof starting to cave as glass shattered. Soon the phone grew muffled as the vibrations of her body filled the room.

A final scream filled your ears as the connection ceased. The call ending

Thinking quick you tried to call 911 but before you could even get thru and explain to the operator clearly what was happening you felt the ground shake and a scream fill the air. You went silent as the operator picked up asking you to pick the phone back up.

Each step you took towards the windows was accompanied by another scream. Your hands trembled as you pulled the blinds back. Off in the distance the skyscrapers she worked in had tumbled to the ground. Dust billowing up as an earthquake rumbled thru the city. And then another and another. Her screams echoing thru the streets as another building crunched started to tip and then collapsed downtown. Another scream showed the culprit her long thick brunette hair raising up with her face And the silky and expanding body of your wife. You gulped down the fear that was building up as you watched her rise into the sky rumble after rumble. Buildings in the distance crashing to dust as her hips legs feet and arms accidentally toppled them over. Her body grew closer and closer with each spurt. You watched as one of her legs plowed thru the neighborhood two blocks down. And then continued to go back. Her head had almost disappeared into the clouds and that was nothing to say with how big her breasts had gotten covering half the city in shadow. You knew you didn't have long as she steadily approached your house but you could atleast admire the moment in the little bit you had lef...

[gallonofgoldfish]

Whiskey and Winning

It's easy to get distracted at the rodeo. At least, it should be, under the lights and in the crowded stands, but you've only got one thing on your mind. Champion bronco rider Abby Anderson could say the same.

Pairing: cowpoke!abby x reader (sort of)

Content: established relationship, fluff, poor attempts at depicting the rodeo, reader is barely described, i swear im not slut shaming i just think the term buckle bunny is funny, i don't think any warnings apply

A/N: wrote this last night in a haze. i hardly know anything about tlou and rodeos actually make me really sad but yk. the parasites. might make another part to this at some point. didn't tell my friends i was posting this so if you guys see this hello i love you thank you for hyping me up <3. also friendly reminder fuck neil druckmann and do not give that zionist your money!!!

WC: 1080

The blare of the announcer’s voice from the overhead speakers is deafening, but you haven’t heard a word he’s said. The lights are blinding, but you won’t squint against their glare. The stadium is packed full—roaring with the drunken cheers of thousands of strangers, glittering with the flash of every camera and belt buckle and rhinestone-studded hat suffocating in the stands—but it may as well be empty save for the two of you.

The world is quiet. Eerily so, though maybe the ringing in your ears is playing a part in that. It’s narrow. It’s tinged by the black splotches at the edge of your vision and strained by the clench of your jaw.

The world is the cowpoke settling onto the bare back of the bronc in the chute only a few feet away from you. It’s the wide-brimmed ten-gallon pressed firmly down over the dirty blonde braid hanging between her shoulders. The collared white shirt stretching over her back, quilted with Marlboro patches and brand logos. The crimson bandana you’d had in your hair an hour earlier, resting around her neck.

The world is Abby Anderson, from the freckles strewn over her scarred, sunburned face to the cold focus in her steely blue eyes that evaporates when her gaze settles on you. Ice turns to the warmth of Jack Daniel’s, neat in its absence. To the gray of campfire smoke winding into the white-speckled sky, burning away the chill in the air. Warding off the spectators and the clamor and the awful, twisting feeling of waiting.

This is what it’s about, right?

The rush. The thrill.

The hitch in the air as her hand tightens on the rigging one last time. 

A grin splits her features.

She winks.

And then she’s gone. The gate swings open and the bucking mare takes off with her on its back and the world bursts back into a mess of color and noise. Eight seconds.

You’re yelling—you’re not sure what you’re yelling, but it’s loud enough to leave your throat raw and earn some sideways looks from the flock of buckle bunnies pressed up against the railing alongside you. 

Seven.

Part of Pour Some Sugar on Me blasts from the staticky speakers, and Abby appears on the jumbotrons in perfect detail. 

Six.

The bay mare thrashes into the air, but Abby’s faster, stronger, the muscles in her arms pushing against the seams of her shirt as she holds her free hand held up in the air. 

Five.

The snarling wolves engraved on her belt buckle flash under the lights. 

Four.

Every kick whips the fringe along the edges of her shotgun chaps, but the timer ticks down anyway. 

Three.

She holds on, anyway.

A closer shot brings her face into focus: grit teeth, a furrowed brow, a muscle ticking along the edge of her jaw. 

Two.

Sweat runs down the side of her features and into the scar on her cheek beneath the shadow of her hat’s brim. 

She’s in the middle of the arena now, gritty sand flying up around her. 

One?

If you could tear your eyes off of her, you’d check the time to make sure you’re counting right.

The music stops. An airhorn sounds. She’s still the rider—some distant, mythical thing up on a screen and down in the dirt.

Abby’s mouth opens in a shout when the second set of floodlights kick in, raising her head only to lock eyes with the pair of wranglers who burst out of the chutes after her to rope the bronc back in. She rocks forward with the mare’s motion one more time before swinging herself off its back and bailing into the sand. 

You finally get a breath out, resting your head against your forearm on the railing and heaving a sigh.

The announcer’s words retreat to the back of your thoughts again, but not before you catch her score. 95.

Ninety–fucking–five. The day’s record.

Just as the stadium begins to die down, the strangers beside you erupt into another round of cheers. Abby’s on her feet again, dusting herself off and sweeping her hat off of her head to shake out the loose strands of hair framing her face. And she’s walking. Jogging. Full-on running, back towards the chutes.

Or maybe not. 

She vaults the rickety fencing at the edge of the ring like she’s been practicing and hauls herself up into the stands. You can’t bite back your smile at the sight of her, shoulders heaving, beaming, alive. The crooks of her boots expertly find the backs of the plastic stadium seats between spectators’ shoulders. As she makes her way over, the strangers along the railing surge towards her, arms outstretched over the section’s edge. 

Abby doesn’t even see them; her stare never leaves yours except to glance at the railing before stepping up on the platform and hooking an arm through the top metal rung. 

She’s real again then—the world in flannel and denim and muddy boots, inches away.

Abby. Your Abby.

You’re breathing it in. Smoke from the night before. Pine and sweat.

Then, you’re tasting it. Whiskey and winning.

Her hat settles atop your head. Calloused, resin-stuck fingers thread through your hair at the back of your neck and reel you in. Your lips are on hers—or maybe it’s the other way around—and you laugh against each other.

Heat creeps into your cheeks long before you pull away.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” you scold, but your smile chases off any thread of sternness your voice might’ve held.

“Agree to disagree.” She wipes her forehead on her sleeve and huffs, one brow arched. The rosy blush in her features lingers even when the sweat is gone. 

The screens over her shoulder change to show two familiar shapes. 

“We’re on the jumbotron,” you say. 

Abby doesn’t bother looking back. Just laughs “Good,” then kisses you again. This one is quicker, lighter, but your stomach flutters all the same.

“Go.” You squeeze her arm. “I’m sure you’re gettin’ somethin’ good for a ride like that.”

She scoffs. “I do this for no damn awards,” she drawls.

“Can’t all be adrenaline,” you murmur, tugging at her bandana.

That sly, smoky look creeps across her features again as the hat lifts from your head and sinks back down onto hers.. The corner of her mouth tugs upward. Her eyes dart over your face. Stepping down, she leaves you two more words and a pounding in your chest:

“It ain’t.”

[seeker-ophelia]

Ophelia’s Review, Part Two: Thedas, The Dragon Age System

Some things I need to get off my chest.

One. This does not feel like a Dragon Age game.

Two. That doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.

Three. I have a lot of feelings right now but I’ll come back when my brain has re-hydrated itself.

(I finished Veilguard at 10PM on Monday, and wrote this the morning after. And its still true, 5 days later.)

TLDR at the bottom

[Read Part 1 Here]

I do miss the heady blend of power, intrigue, danger, and sex that permeates these events games.

[Photo Cred: Dumped, Drunk & Dalish]

Because Veilguard is missing all of that.

Listen, it’s good. Great even. I loved it. Cried. Laughed. Dropped my controller and paced around the room for 5 minutes in anger and angst. Drank a bottle of wine in the bathtub after Solavellan’s happy ending (and my Rooks sad one). But this is not a Dragon Age game.

It is Dragon Age ADJACENT. Similar of course. The backbone is there. The direction, the vector, is there. But the execution…

Dragon Age (Origins through Inquisition) for me, was A Song of Ice and Fire. I love that series.

It was deep. It was harsh. It was MEAN. If offered me hope and then snatched it away. The world-building, the lore crafting, was intense and deep and required attention and critical thought. The characters were nuanced and troubled and real.

Veilguard, for me, is Eragon.

I also loved that series. It is pure and good and takes me on a journey through a fantastical land of dragons and heroes, of good versus evil, of mysteries and magic. But, it is juvenile. Its simple. It doesn’t try to be anything other than it is. Veilguard, is shallow.

The essence is there, beneath the surface Veil, pressing and bursting at the seams to escape, but is being held back by a gentrification of Thedas, the Tranquility of the Dragon Age world, if you would.

The Lore

I don’t want to go into to much about it (its going to be its own post, I think), but I love the lore of Dragon Age. I love learning about it. I love the questions, the pervasive theme that history is only as true as the historians who write it; things get lost, muddled, confused through and over time. And Veilguard, kind of feels like I’m being spoonfed? Like I’m a baby.

I think EA did BioWare a disservice by making this game for new players, instead of assuming that RPG players have the intelligence and wherewithal to comprehend at least a little bit of lore and history, or at the very least, introduce a cannon world state. You can have your cake and eat it to, but, as Veilguard shows, it diminishes the quality of the cake as a whole.

This game is an Action RPG. This is a game about combat. For the record, the first, second, third, 17th time I saw my Rook in their Takedown Animation, I said, out loud, ‘Dragon Age, G.O.T.Y.’ I swore at my inability to time dodges properly, I planned and schemed with primers and detonators and damage types. This is very reminiscent of The Witcher and Assassins Creed, for me (I have not played a ton of games, im sure there are others more like it). It was fun, it was challenging. But. This is not Dragon Age. Its Something Else™.

Dragon Age: Dark Origins

When people say Dragon Age is a dark game, they’re not talking about the gameplay, or the graphics, or the art direction.

Dragon Age deals with dark subject matter. Slavery. Racism. Religion. Politics. Power dynamics. Mages versus Templars. Addiction. Death. War. An unstoppable contagion that deals death indiscriminately. THAT’S what makes Dragon Age Dark.

These stories are deep. They’re hard. And yeah, they weren’t always handled properly (lookin’ at you, Gaider), but doing something wrong… looks like it might actually be better than pretending it doesn’t exist.

As a Sollavellan, I’m unspeakably glad they didn’t yassify Solas. He is still an unlikable character who has committed unspeakable war crimes. And we got a redemption arc that did not end in death. That’s a win for me.

But they kept his darkness at the expense of lightening literally EVERYTHING ELSE in Thedas.

What the fuck happened to Zevran’s Crows? I got the Puss-in-Boots-Found-Family Assassin Agency.

Where are the slaves in Minrathous? Where’s the trip to the upper city, gilded and clean, so we can compare it to the slums of Dock Town (which was not bad at all). Where is the “Rescue the Rabbits” Quest? Tevene Politics boils down to Dorian or Mave, “bad” or “good,” change from within, or power to the people.

The whole Qunari are just Bad™ now? The Antaam warriors turned into… what the fuck is even that? You know the advertising theory where women’s bodies are shown but not their heads or faces? This feels like that. Giant Grey Muscular Powerful Bodies with NoFace. THAT’S the Antaam? The Tamassrins really eliminate every embodiment of individuality from them? They’re just Storm Troopers?

And ‘Thal’enaste, what a lost plot thread to not have Lace and Solas meet in the deep roads, or Kal-Sharok, or fucking anywhere. Instead, you give her one little blurb of “companion banter.” Weak.

Where’s the racism towards the Elves? What happened to that? What happened to Dark Thedas? Oh, its actually all in the South, and thats destroyed now (lets put a pin in that for a minute).

The Companions

I have written and re-written this section 3 times. Its too long. I don’t need to mention them all. How to summarize them.

If you read my part 1, you’ll remember how I fell in love with Dragon Age 2, years after its release (after playing Inquisition, in fact), and how I fucking hard I fell for those very real, very troubled, very nuanced characters.

Anders and his quest for freedom, Fenris and his quest for vengeance. Merrill and her quest for knowledge, Isabella and her quest for… other cultures relics, I guess?

I hated the graphics in 2. It was the characters that carried that game. I don’t know how BioWare wrote them, but they failed to do that in VG.

My favourite character in Inquisition? Surprisingly, its not Solas. Its not even Cole, or the Iron Bull, or Dorian.

Its Cassandra.

I love her. Her story is SO complex. Her devotion to the Seekers, to the Andrastian Faith, is so pure, yet it does not impede her friendship with a Dalish elf who believes in gods that she does not. It does not stop her form forming close bonds with other people from different backgrounds, and although she is fearless in calling out the darkness in her own faith, its sins and its rot, she admits to her Herald that she is envious of the Heralds conviction.

Which character in Veilguard has that nuance?

The necromancer afraid of death? The Elvhen Engineer with ADHD? The literal Demon of Vyantium Puss-In-Boots? The smirking detective? The questioning Qunari? Or the gruff monster daddy?

Listen. I read trash. Smut, romantasy... I read objectively bad literature, for fun, all the time. And, I have a fantastic imagination. It is my own personal fleshing out of theses characters that saved me in this game.

But I should not have had to do that.

The Keep

I cannot explain to you, in words, how important those one-off codices and cameos are.

(Don’tThinkAboutIsabela Don’tThinkAboutIsabela Don’tThinkAboutIsabela).

*Grimaces* Okay.

I can speak no more about this. I am already writing a “Keep” DLC for Veilguard.

I would have rather lived in your world state than this abomination. Which leads me to…

‘The Soft Reboot’

So. The South is Gone. That’s the answer. The Hero of Ferelden. Hawke and their siblings. Everything is wiped clean, just as EA asked. All of the South, turned to the Hissings Wastes and the Anderfels, because of the Blight and the hubris of the Gods. What a tragedy. DA5 looks likes its overseas. Cool.

You know what would have been a better reboot?

Spite, taking over Lucanis’ body, walking through the Ossuary, or the catacombs of Minrathous, explaining to Rook how the heavy emotions of People manifest in the fade. The birth of a spirit. Or a demon.

Taash, meeting a spirit face to face in Arlathan, recoiling in disgust, until they help the spirit on its journey, and Taash begins to question their whole worldview surrounding demons. I- I mean spirits.

Emmerich, taking Rook on a lecture-walk through the fade, meeting spirits, solving puzzles, ‘you know, its not so bad in here, what’s the big deal?’

Bellara, instead of discovering Cyrian only to lose him, meets the demon formed of his death, and how to help him back into a spirit.

Neve, following a trail of wisps in the fade, learning things, memories, feelings, songs. Neve, reveling in the pure beauty of the wisps, until they lead her to Vir Dirthara, and her eyes grow wide, what is this place?

Davrin and Assan, after hard training in the High Anderfels, take a break, and while Rook and Davrin flirt, or joke, Assan finds a long string, and begins to play, the string growing and lengthening and thickening until a soft, feminine whisper fills the air, I Am So Sorry… And Rook and Davrin meet a strange spirit, a perfect combination of protection and regret, and they help her find her way home.

Harding, palms flat on the stone, pushing, working, threading her magic into a titan, tilting her face up to Rook, eyes shining blue, speaking in a thousand voices at once, let me show you what was lost, and for a millisecond, we FEEL Isatunoll.

The Dwarvhen was tranquil’d from their Memories, but the Elvhen were tranquil’d from the Fade.

And when Solas turns from Rook in Minrathous, I am sorry for this final betrayal, he is puzzled at the lack of retaliation, and turns to see the Veilguard, standing behind Rook, eyes locked on the giant eye-shaped rift in the sky.

Why are you not stopping me? He asks the group of misfits.

And Rook answers, I can admit when I was wrong. Tear it the fuck down.

And Solas, battered, bruised, and bloody, smiles, brandishes his ritual dagger with a flashy flip, banishes the blight, and tears down the Veil.

When I learned there were only going to be 3 choices carried over from the rest of the series into Veilguard, I tagged my complaint posts with something.

#You Cannot Dangle A Carrot In Front Of Me For 10 Years And Then Not Be Surprised At My Anger In Discovering It Was A Painted Dowel

Let me reiterate. I enjoyed this game. It was fun for me. I’m in the middle of my second playthrough and am planning a third, and a fourth. But this is NOT a Dragon Age game.

This is an EA game. And its good. But it could have been everything.

Bellanaris.

TLDR;

How torn I feel; lobotomized, rendered tranquil, separated from the memories, lore, and spirits, of the old Dragon Age, while still, like the Veilguard, wanting this world to endure.

Var lath vir suledin, BioWare.

For now.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

‘thank you’

he slowly ran his fingers through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp. it sent tingles all over your body and you couldn’t help but close your eyes. you cuddled closer to him, your arm across his middle, your legs intertwined. you were so close, so close in fact that if someone were to look in on you, they may not be able to tell where you ended and he began. but it was not close enough. it would never be close enough. his skin was warm and soft against yours. his fingers moved from your scalp to the shell of your ear, tracing it gently with his fingertips. you hummed in response, nuzzling your face farther into his chest. trying yet again and failing to get even closer to him. his fingers moved down your neck and grazed across your bare shoulder blades. goosebumps erupted across your skin. he gently reached and pulled the cover around your body, tucking it under you, making sure you were completely covered and cozy. you took a deep breath, his scent filling your nose, your heart bursting at the seams. you could hear the steady beat of his heart, the slow rhythmic sound of his breathing, the soft sound of his lips as he pressed them to the top of your head. your body slowly fell limp as you slipped into unconsciousness, but not before you heard him whisper: ‘i love you.. the most. thank you for being here with me. thank you for being you. for always being by my side. my sweet, perfect, beautiful girl.’

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[shalomniscient]

Sev, I offer you a meal… some yummy arlecchino smut because arlecchino lovers need to eat frfr

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Arlecchino’s back looks so holdable, gripable, and y’know scratchable. It’ll look so pretty with red marks and crescent imprints😔The slight sting definitely has her groaning as her hips drill into your pussy, leaving their mark as each rope of cum is dumped in your pussy.

She’s insatiable, continuously pushing herself back inside. Her bruising grip prevented you from moving away from all the love she had to give. It’s impossible to stay still because of how rough Arlecchino keeps pistoning into you.

Arlecchino will try breeding you silly, hips never stopping even when you cum more times than you can count. Your babbling, moans, and cries just drive her hips forward with an insatiable hunger because she just needs to fuck you silly. She needs to fill every corner of your being with herself; with her cum.

**

“My love...” 

These words are repeated like a mantra against your ear, over and over again until Arlecchino lets out a groan until she’s at the precipice of her peak. 

With a powerful thrust, she drove herself forward, rolling her hips as the tip of her cock kisses your cervix. She pulls you tight against her, trying to bring your hips completely flush with her’s in an attempt to go as deep as possible.

She feels how your walls spasm around her lengthー milking her cock and forcing her to still as you squirt. Your walls spasm around her as a throaty groan is pulled from her throat. A mix of both your and her cum can be felt on her abdomen. It would’ve been a sight to behold, seeing you squirt with her own eyes, but with how tight you’re holding onto her, she’ll have to settle for the marking skin of your neck and chest as she rides out her orgasm. 

Relief will only come when she slowly pulls out. A hot stream of cum dribbling out of your gaping pussy and against your thighs; into a small puddle below. It’s only a short respite though. This cycle will repeat until Arlecchino has her fill. Until you’re bursting at the seams, full of her cum, and just barely conscious.

To her, you are a piece of art. Breathtakingly beautiful under the moonlight and against the damp sheets that are soaked with sweat and cum. Your neck is bruised with hickies and bite marks. 

She treats you so gently in the aftermath, sighing against your skin and brushing her lips against the pulse of your neck; planting a kiss and whispering lovingly to you because she has to let you know how much she loves you.

You’re her lover. The mother to her many children. She treats you right and will handle the aftercare. She's going to tenderly stroke your face, wiping away your tears before pulling you close and holding you gently until sleep claims your spent form in the early morning hours, making sure you're okay by the end of the session. 

head in my hands giggling kicking my feet but also horny gripping my desk ???? holy fucking shit hibiscus im ???? speechless ????? this is so fucking good i am devouring this eating it up licking the plate leaving no crumbs hdksjhdksjhds she makes me SO crazy it's unreal...... need arle to rail me silly every night so i can actually fall asleep 😔😔😔😔

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

NEEED MORE from the liml jimmy and esmp joel au omgomgggg

heeheheheheh alright here u go... also im calling this au officially Tick of the Hourglass (until I find a better name). So welcome to the world baby tothau

LIML! JIMMY AND ESMP! JOEL:

I don't have much for them sadly. I think L!Jimmy is the happiest out of all the main cast, specifically because he buckles down and stays optimistic. He does have a couple moments where he breaks down, but he's able to recover. I can't decide wether or not for him to remember his final death, and to what degree (memories getting hazy and unrelaiable the closer to his death, clear up until the moment of impact, remembering tripping or going up there and nothing else). E!Joel is in a weird position- here's someone who looks like one of his friends, walks, talks, acts exactly like him- but isn't this worlds version of him. He is trying to find out how to get L!Jimmy back to his home, but at the same time want's him to stay. E!Jimmy lowkey hates him, and has been missing for a while (two weeks when L!Jimmy appears). This version of Jimmy is nice to him (like his version used to be) and loves his empire, and he feels guilty. He purposefully hinders himself from making progress on finding L!Jimmy a way home just so they can be together longer. He hides the existance of Tumble Town and the whole toy joke from L!Jimmy, and acitverly threatens anyone who trys to bring it up.

Ultimately, L!Jimmy finds one of the old dolls, and remarks on it looking like him. There's a bit of confrontation before Joel breaks down and tells him everything about E!Jimmy- the toy stuff, Tumble Town, how he's been missing. L!Jimmy is shocked, but after getting over, he immediately begins instructing E!Joel on how to repair their relationship once E!Jimmy is found/returns. Maybe E!Joel even takes L!Jimmy on a trip to Tumble Town (with copious amounts of disguising of course, the two Jimmy's look nearly identical which helps nothing) so he can understand E!Jimmy more.

ESMP! JIMMY AND LIML! JOEL:

Oh god. I can't even communicate the thoughts I have about them with words. Okay lets try

Both of them are extremely secretive about their pasts. All E!Jimmy knows is that L!Joel looks incredibly different (different eye color and streak color, different styles, different height) and that something happened to his Jimmy. Something maybe bad (doesn't know all the details) that made him burst out sobbing and tackle E!Jimmy into a hug when they first recovered from being tossed into the Twixt (what i'm calling the vanilla world they got marooned). And all L!Joel knows about E!Jimmy is that hes jumpy and very obivously traumatized. He doesn't like taking of his jacket (hiding any seams or articulated limbs) and has mentioned (a few times) someone or someones who made his life a living hell.

Eventually, after going on a rampage when E!Jimmy dies in front of him, E!Jimmy tells L!Joel that he want's to help him but can't if he doesn't know what happened. So L!Joel tells him all about Limited Life. Like everything. Even seeing L!Jimmy die and going crazy. E!Jimmy is shocked, but glad L!Joel told him, and actually avoids a few behavoirs after this (IE STANDING NEAR LARGE DROPS. JOEL'S HEAD NEARLY EXPLODED A FEW TIMES FROM STRESS)

It takes a couple days, but E!Jimmy (while checking some of L!Joel's wounds) finally tells him about Empires. He's really vague at first, just an overview like "oh, yeah, i got bullied and my body was literally transformed against my will", but L!Joel gets him cornered (idk in which way. physical or metaphoricaly) and makes him say everything. And boy does he say EVERYTHING. He breaks down sobbing (because no ones shown this level of caring for him in a bit) and tells him all about the toy stuff and his relationship with E!Joel. How he just wanted to be close to him and hoped that if he took the jokes, it would make them friends, but instead E!Joel just kept hurting him, and he couldn't ever fight back.

Long story short L!Joel gives multiple run downs to E!Jimmy on how to stand his ground and clearly draw his boundires. They're each others rock, each others constant only thing. It's incredibly adorable.

Woah that took me nearly an hour! I'm going to go make ramen and dumplings (its 1:30 am in my time zone rn). I hope this is enough lmao

[zarnzarn]

I just read your Athena stories with the rest of the gods and I absolutely adore them so much! It’s everything I’ve wanted from an athen fic and you delivered

haha aaaaaaa thank you so much!!!! i actually went searching myself and went 'okay if i cant find it i must create' and went insane lol. im glad i could deliver tho!!

also sidenote abt that story; the gods are aspects of their domains, so while writing it i wanted to actually make them interact and 'reconcile' in a way that was conducive to where their edges met and overlapped, while keeping in mind their overarching relationships and histories. i think i still sugarcoated and rushed it a little bit; it could use more starts and stops to actually be something im fully proud of- but lets say athena didnt dwell on the hiccups in her usual athena-esque manner.

although that is why hera had so much trouble connecting w her compared to everyone else! their domains barely touch apart from the valuation of loyalty imo. plus i always see them as very 'i dont know what to do w my grown stepdaughter who has been through a lot' coded.

apollo and her get along well in general, while artemis is a HUGE fan of athena, think like the most well-hidden, bursting at the seams fan of her sorta deep down. aephastus ill answer in another ask, ares is very much capital s SIBLING and aphrodite- their domains DONT overlap and they get into arguments more often than anyone else actually. but athena can love and aphrodite can be wise, and maybe thats enough as well.

[vikkirosko]

i did read the rules for requests, but im still not sure if this is a 'do-able' request but im gunna shoot my shot and ask any way? So, primitively, i'm sorry if this is weird and convoluted maybe. I know Sollux is dead before the human players get to the meteor, but for the sake of this, can we assume its an AU where Gamzee doesn't snap? I wanted to get something done for a GN reader who shows up with their players and is just immediately overwhelmed with the amount of people around now after spending so much time alone and ends up just gravitating towards Sollux because he isn't loud or boisterous and isn't constantly going out of his way trying to fill quadrants with everyone in sight (i know he has more than everyone else, but he isnt *actively* doing it) and its just more comfortable to be around him than the other humans and trolls and just kinda watches him do his stuff. They're pretty quiet until they've got a question about his code or something going on in the background they don't have context for, so they aren't actually super annoying, but have accidentally made him their emotional support alien xD QvQ I just really like the idea of chilling sitting beside him and pretending existence isn't as doomed as it is.

I don't see any problem here

♊️ Sollux Captor ♦️human gn!Reader headcanons Peace and quiet 🐝

Starting the game with your friends, you expected anything, but not that there would be even more of you. There were five of you when you started, and then there were even more of you, because you joined a group of trolls, and now you just couldn't stand being in the midst of all this chaos. You lived alone almost all your life, and only your guardian periodically appeared in your house, and now you were among a large number of people and it was too hard for you emotionally. That's why you turned your attention to Sollux

He was the calmest of all those who were there, even Dave, whom you used to consider the calmest of your acquaintances, now made a lot of noise when communicating with Karkat. Sollux preferred peace and quiet, and you hoped that he would not mind spending time with you. Sollux didn't expect you to start spending time with him, but you made a lot less noise than your friends, so he didn't mind you sitting with him

You and Sollux were sitting quietly together. You didn't bother him with unnecessary conversations and he was really comfortable with your company, and you were comfortable with him, while the others continued to make noise and cause you stress. But gradually the relationship between you became more and more friendly when you started asking him about the code that he wrote, or asked about what your friends were doing when you didn't understand at all what exactly they were doing. Your questions didn't annoy him, because you didn't ask him very often about something and it wasn't difficult for him to answer your questions, especially when it came to what he himself was interested in

You didn't fully understand why yourself, but you were more comfortable with him, an unfamiliar alien, than with your friends whom you had known for a long time. But you continued to communicate with Sollux, becoming a friend with him that you could trust. You didn't understand the specifics of troll relationships, but you didn't need to. You were friends who were comfortable around each other

Your friends sometimes joked that Sollux was your emotional support alien, but neither of you cared much. He felt comfortable around you, he knew that you wouldn't bother talking to him when he didn't want to talk, and you felt more comfortable in silence when you were spending time with Sollux. He really was for you the very emotional stability that you needed when the world your familiar world was bursting at the seams

[skinnygirlisfillingout]

I realized today I’m not just “filling out a little”

Maybe I’ve been in denial about how chunky I’m getting but after today I can no longer deny it.

I need new pants for work because none of mine button. So I go shopping, grab a bunch of pants that are a size bigger than what I wore previously and I go try them on.

Most wouldn’t button. The ones that did were way too tight … I felt like I was going to pop out at any minute. Then I tried on a pair that felt a little snug, I didn’t feel like I was going to pop the button if I exhaled. So I bought them. when I got home and was hanging them up I noticed they had these weird stretchy sides … then I looked at the tag and it said “maternity”

Not only do I fit into maternity pants… but they were actually a little snug on my belly. i don’t think I can say I’m “filling out” or “put on a few pounds” anymore. I’ve filled out so much im bursting at the seams. 🤣 getting so fucking chubby over here and I love it