#Present: Andromeda

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

Rose sits on his bed, legs crossed beneath them. The room is dark, too dark for the normal human eye to see well in. Much less well enough to read. But the few speckles of stars above their head on the ceiling do all he needs as he bends over on himself, reads lines he's near memorized by now, even while they're ever changing.

He'd not noticed the fog creeping in beneath the windows the nights prior, didn't notice it now as it clung low to the floors like a thin carpet of mist, rippling in gentle waves as if a breeze was present in the room when there wasn't.

Rose does not notice when they lick at the edges of the bed, as they climb their way up, crawling across the sheets, snaking around his feet, twisting, slowly, around his body as the room becomes more misty by the minute.

They only feel the gentle rocking of the Andromeda as she sways side to side as if in a dance, lost in a trance as much as Rose was upon the bed. The world around him is quiet, silent. Rose does not hear the waves anymore. Does not hear the oceans urgent call. She cannot reach through the cotton clouding his mind, cannot reach beyond the fog that's taken Rose into an icy, ghostly embrace.

Rose just stares down at the book in his lap, barely reading further than a few lines anymore, having to repeat them over and over because he forgets immediately after, memory fading.

The story he'd repeated for the past few months, one he'd known for years before, one that had told of his past, one that told of his new start in a world far, far from where he'd been.

A story brought to a stop by one line Rose cannot force his tired, heavy eyes from.

"And then he entered through the arms of the fog, the ribbons part and through steps a man, one by the name of Damien."

then he walked through the arms of the fog, the ribbons part and through steps a man, one by the name of Damien.

he entered through the arms of the fog, the ribbons part and through steps a man, and his name was Damien.

entered through the reaches of the fog, the ribbons part and through steps a man, and his name was Damien.

through the reaches of the fog, the tendrils part and through steps a man, and his name was Damien.

the reaches of the fog, the tendrils part and through comes a man, and his name was Damien.

reaches of the fog, the tendrils split and through comes a man, and his name was Damien.

of the fog, the tendrils split and through comes a man, and his name was Damien.

It all boils down to something very simple, something very small and insignificant to anyone but him.

His name was Damien.

It was Damien.

It is Damien.

Damien

Damien

Damien

Rose thinks of nothing else, mind filled with nothing but hazy, all encompassing fog and him.

Rose's brain has no space for anything but the fog and him. It is him. It has been him. It always will be him.

He belongs to him, every part of him does, wants to, aches to be with him.

Damien

Damien

Damien

His name drifts from his lips in a quiet whisper. Like a Sirens song, summoning, wishing, hoping, needing.

"Damien"

[legionofpotatoes]

I know the discourse well is poisoned and no one hates bioware games more than bioware fans, but I am just 🫠 having so much fun with veilguard it's unreal. It is selfishly the dragon age game I always wanted. with less emphasis on cRPG, a more focused story, curated mission based design that spotlights the high fantasy stuff, slowburn structure with companions, significantly less sidequest bloat, and a fully real-time action-oriented combat system that isn't riddled with the growing pains of previous titles. when I first played origins I imagined something almost exactly like this as my ideal version of a sequel; and it was one of those dirty, selfish thoughts that I knew was disrespectful to the then-established DNA of the thing, but I can't help but feel giddy about having it here and now. like down to the shift away from the childishly dark tone and to something more inherently flexible with a baseline aspirational quality. I hate aesthetically depressing games so much. am I not alive right here and right now already

When I say "aesthetically" there though I do mean it. I'm fully on the opposite side when it comes to tone and positions expressed in the story itself. I am just not including that in my analysis because I am not done yet - so please no spoilers! I think I am where most people consider to be the second act, and I definitely have my gripes with the narrative framework and some of the optics, but I won't put the cart before the horse and will see how it wraps things up first. Above that level, in terms of how it presents itself, of how it plays, of how it balances its core pillars - it is such a bioware-ass game and I could not be any cozier in it. So grateful it exists

[too-many-lavellans]

Tabris

[sarafangirlart]

Some Apollo stans are really getting on my nerves acting like the Daphne myth is is the only story where their little meow meow assaulted someone and blaming Eros for it when the way Eros’s powers work is way more nuanced than that and Eros is involved in literally every couple falling in love,so blaming him for Apollo’s own horrible actions is bs. Apollo is responsible for how he reacts to Eros’s influence.

[bellwood-qudditch]

Whose y’all’s faceclaim for some of the family members of the noble and most ancient house of black.

[c2-eh]

what made me happy ♡

day 31: I JUST CAME BACK FROM THE OBSERVATORY WHERE WE WATCHED STARS 🥹 i learned a lotttt and it was so beautiful 🫶🏻

[lesbiancosimaniehaus]

Ouch….

[loveydoveylex]

hello!!! i;m afraid that i don't have much to ask, however i've been watching you two from afar for a while now , (maybe also . i dont know . planning to create things too) (i'm so nervous) but, god, i cannot put into words how sweet yall are together, and i wish only the best for you and rayman in the future/ seriously . you two both deserve the world and everything in it ,

just, nothing but sweet dreams and sweet wishes <3

OHHHH, MY GOSH. YOU ARE SO VERY KIND. I cannot even put into words how much that means to me! please do not be nervous at all, I am incredibly happy!! AND I LOVE YOUR ADORABLE LITTLE DRAWING! thank you so, SO much! ❤️❤️❤️

[lovesick-level-up]

Disability Pride Month Challenge Day 2

day 2: character(s) that are vision impared or hard of hearing (blind, deaf, etc)

the characters we picked for this are: rui kamishiro ((headcanon) hard of hearing), qiqi ((headcanon) blind) + hizashi yamada ((implied) deaf)

flag credits: hearing aid user flag (could not find a specific deaf/hoh flag), vision problem flag

feel free to use with credit as long as you aren't on our dni, but don't claim as your own! like/reblog if you saver or enjoy!

[pleiades-cabin-talk]

((tw: Sh))

Rose is swaying with the effort to stay on his two feet. His body aches as if his bones are trying to break through his skin, as if his flesh was a cage, his ribs holding in the songbird turned beast.

Rose finds that he has always been a deer. Bright eyes staring into headlights, frozen in place and awaiting death. Rose had always been meant to be small, docile. Rose was always meant to be gentle. Rose was always meant to be sweet and graceful and clumsy all the same. Rose was always meant to be the sacrificial lamb placing it's own head upon the cool stoned altar.

Yet with time he was forced to grow fangs, forced to bite back because the hand that feeds was rarely gentle. He was never meant to make others bleed, never meant to snap and bite like a frightened dog, cornered and shaking with blazing fury in its eyes. He was never meant to leap for the throat, tear it apart.

Rose sees the blood on his hands. Watches it drip to the floor beneath his feet until his knees give in beneath him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Rose watches the blood dry like paint upon a canvas, watches it change color until it is sticky and brown. Rose stares at his hands until they stop shaking, Rose stares until his eyes slip closed, when his vision is too blurry to keep staring.

His arms give a dull ache as he collapses, thrumming through him like low embers, the flame in his eyes long gone, snuffed out.

Claw marks rip through the skin on his arms, splitting the flesh upon them apart.

Rose is reminded he may be a beast now, but deep inside, he is still just frightened prey.

[storyofmorewhoa]

At this point I have to acknowledge that I am obsessed with the interactions between Trance Gemini and Seamus Harper on Andromeda. Laura Bertram and Gordon Michael Woolvett are fantastic actors on their own, and they created an incredible dynamic between their characters. I really wanted to make this post about Trance calling Harper by his first name. I know that other characters call him Seamus, but I wanted to focus on these moments between the two of them.

This is from "Fear and Loathing in the Milky Way" (S01E17), written by Ashley Edward Miller and Zack Stentz. In this scene Trance chastises Harper for his insensitivity by using his whole name, Seamus Zelazny Harper.

This next scene is from "The Eschatology of Our Present" (S05E05), written by Larry Barber and Paul Barber. I've mentioned this before, but Trance and Harper barely directly speak to each other in season 5, so Trance calling Harper "Seamus" here gets to me.

Harper even has a little reaction to Trance calling him Seamus.

Harper before Trance says his name:

Harper after Trance says his name:

The last instance of Trance calling Harper "Seamus" that I know about is from Robert Hewitt Wolfe's Coda (2005). It's a one-act play that lays out Wolfe's original plan for the characters-- and it's done through Trance speaking to a simulation of Harper.

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

Andromeda is about to show back up in Namor so they are 100% doing this to be like "Hey, remember this lady?!"

[thomine]

🎧 - Mimikyu

( from send a🎧 and i'll give you my favourite verse! requested by @andromeda-nova-writing )

favourite verse from this song is:

i don't know just yet who you take me to be / and i don't want to spoil your impression of me

things have gotten better over the years, but i do notice my tendency to "morph" and become someone who the other person wants me to be. i tend to avoid people i can't "read", and by "read" i mean i don't know how these people view me—what they want from me, what they see me as—so i have no "form" to take in front of them.

i feel these lyrics are quite fitting for a person like myself, lol.

[bezogonek]

trying real hard not to be a hater but the new dragon age sucks so fucking bad

[husband-steve-cortez]

Just say it you cowards