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mindrole · 1 year ago

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some disorganized thoughts under the cut because formatting is a mess and for once i feel shame about leaving a mess laying around the dashboard (polite bow)

as you would guess, it is CoM discussion as always. it's quite long, and its partly about the literary parallels from the picture of dorian gray! (but towards the end theres a lot of speculation from my brain and not based on much also, its a mixed bag)

i appreciate any feedback!!!

thinking about it now. i think the obvious combo most people are thinking of right off the bat is

dorian = miwa lord henry = rui basil = shiharu

to some extent, sybil = dita and james = eigha

(though i am almost certain there is no "eigha" in rosemaria, its just shiharu in his full consciousness hamming it up because he's been put in the eigha role by, presumably, some kind if internal rule in rosemaria, some one that seems to block miwa from being mentioned without distorting. it's different from miwa, who seems to be confused and/or dissassociated... its hard to write this post and gloss over details but i will write my thoughts properly eventually. a lot of this hinges on findings in miwa's apartment... idk, either way, this shit is fucking weird)

probably that second part is from me, but. idk. i forgor. and this is probably true and the most direct role assignment there is

but im also thinking... what if it was a mess? since c0e had several possible assignments that could be true at any time, therefore i also feel like this can be true at the same time as the first:

dorian = shiharu lord henry = azuma basil = miwa

hear me out. its not too out there because there's actual evidence to it in the interlude but, you know

we know miwa is obsessed with shiharu. we don't know the nature of this obsession (lol) (lmao), but he keeps hydrangeas in his dressing room apparently (lol). my own guess is that its admiration mixed in with "the fragments are not normal about the haradas (and the utsugis) ever". to have such an obsession form with such little contact over such a short period of time— first report where miwa and taka discuss the eigha recast is dated to february 2018, filming had not begun yet, and presumably miwa hadn't properly met him as a result— is quite bonkers to me. but all fragments are frankly quite mentally ill, who cares, he's in show business too playing a 3D anime boy his brain is absolutely beyond fried at this point.

the interesting thing is that there is evidence that shiharu is obsessed with him too, but in a very different way. is it different...? i don't know, we don't know what miwa thinks exactly so i'm going off of my own mental image. which is miwa admires him for whatever reason, maybe he's exceeded his expectations and can hold his own as an actor for example, who knows. but it is different.

now i said earlier that i was almost certain "there is no eigha in rosemaria". i think it's because if you look at the eigha quotes in the com page, i think they are incredibly strange. eyeballing them they ARE quite chuunibyou. they're very intimidating demon lord-ish. now im not gonna translate stuff because honestly im incredibly wary of misrepresenting the work so i won't attempt to transcribe anything, though given i'll talk about it from my interpretation it's probably fine even without. anyway, when you think about it, this especially is strange:

hey, "eigha", why are you talking about miwa?!! that's clearly miwa isnt it (though i did not notice this until it was pointed out to me...tehepero)!!! eigha should be concerned about dita!! isn't this common sense?! at first, i assumed it was eigha being sentient, reaching past the curtain or fourth wall to possess either actor who portrayed him in an effort to stop ditasword from ending, trapping miwa so he can be dita forever... but it recently dawned on me that the culprit behind miwa teita's attack in july 2018 cannot be anyone but harada shiharu!!!

that's right!!

the reasoning is (not) simple!! it is (not) straightforward, really!!

i was thinking that taka, the original person who played eigha, was probably the culprit... after all miwa had to rush the production on which caused him to be recast right at his final performance. pretty kuyashii. i assumed he snapped, or someone manipulated him, or what i originally assumed about eigha, a fictional character, becoming sentient. no such thing. when you think about it... there is no clearer red herring than this. i am almost certain that he'd be the first immediate suspect in com, as he is the only one who is immediately identifiable as someone with a motive, until you check miwa's phone records and see that he attempted to call someone at the time of his disappearance. it will be him!! i can bet money on this (don't actually come after me for this plz)

that is why i say there's no eigha in rosemaria, just someone playing the part.

here are some pointers about this "eigha"

it seems like at first, he is welcoming of the party, ushering them to the world, as if they were lost lambs... ones rejected by the real world.

eventually probably when it seems like they do not want to stay, and will take miwa back with them, its full mask off (hehe), suddenly its im gonna eliminate you guys to protect this world!!! and such, so he repeatedly attacks them.

but the main issue isn't that they rejected rosemaria. it's that when rui entered, he started to influence "dita" and attempt to extract him. he is his client after all even if he's confused. it means that someone is trying to make miwa leave rosemaria. at this point, there is no bargaining anymore. anyone who attempts to do this is getting BTFO'd.

so really, this eigha's goal is to protect miwa, not dita.

to wrap it back around the literary reference. the subtitle of cell of mirage is the picture of eigha iliner.

here comes the smoking gun. as you may recall miwa had posters of both the tv series and of the latest movie. of course it's different eighas. but the movie poster was strange. the movie poster that had harada shiharu's eigha was strange. ryuu made an observation i took a little too literally for a long time (because im a cute little dummy), until the other day:

according to ryuu's observation, this eigha looks older than the first one.

at any rate, there's no reason to doubt his point of view here. everything in the interlude is a clue put there for a purpose. so my assumption at first was, huh. is he older? is he just very ikemen or something? and was a little perplexed by it. but... this poster... which is in miwa's possession... in his bathroom... the eigha in it is aging!!! the harada shiharu in this poster is aging!!!! that's right!! they wouldn't hire someone that visibly looks older in a movie to replace someone when the movie has continuity with a tv show— and they would probably retouch the poster to hide imperfections (so signs of aging). it is... absolutely aging...

now if we recall back to the picture of dorian gray... dorian's portrait aged in his stead, absorbing all the sins he committed, as a result not only aging but also becoming more and more ugly. he would eventually go on to kill basil— who practically begged him to repent— over it in a fit of anger.

i do not need to tell you that wrath and violence is bad. so i believe that shiharu is the one that attacked miwa that night. but miwa is a fragment, he may have "died" then, but the injury was probably a trifle and he regenerated and maybe retaliated, and somehow the mirage phenomena was triggered as a result whether on purpose or not and both were transported. this is just in laconic really, there's definitely more to discuss about this but for this post this is the info i need. next post i will talk about this properly.

so they are both each other's dorians and basils in different ways. it is assured mutual destruction. also don't forget that ditasword ends with dita sacrificing himself to either kill or seal away eigha (iirc it doesn't say what exactly, but both of them are BTFO absolutely)

now this is going from speculation based on proof to fully filling in blanks that are undefined (so adjacent to fanfic really since there is little evidence) but, he may have confided in shiharu about being a fragment and possibly whatever bad things that came with it, and was wholeheartedly accepted by shiharu=miwa grew attached to him, and eventually when it felt appropriate to do so he told him that he will retire and go away forever. why tell him about his condition and not anyone else closer to him? idk, fragment interacting with a harada moment, lol.

so in this moment, if shiharu had become fiercely overprotective of him as a result to the point where he would attack him and whether on purpose or not get them both sent to rosemaria, if he would go to such an extreme... what would influence him?!! if he is the dorian in this interpretation, then he may have attempted to get answers from azuma, who is absolutely involved in like 20 things at once. like why is miwa retiring? where is he going? if he pointed him in a certain direction, like, "i know a way you can stop it[stop miwa from going away/keep protecting him]." or something like that. that is absolutely making him lord henry... in a very literal sense as he is clearly an antagonistic force who is using miwa and whoever else as pawns. though lord henry introduces dorian to indulgence and depravity just for the fuck of it, because he is a hedonist... much to think about.

conversely! the more apparent reading that comes from just guessing! miwa doesn't age by default so it superficially plays into some of the traits that dorian has, and shiharu who may be trying to protect him from the real world that hurt him, that rejected him[his fragment status], is basil. because remember, dita having pink hair and red eyes is normal in rosemaria. which means miwa is normal too. the real world is not as kind as rosemaria! or something. so i think this was miwa's dream initially (he may have even expressed this to shiharu without thinking) before he came to possibly change his mind as in the encrypted email azuma's assurance that it isn't solely his responsibility implies that miwa feels guilt over the mirage incidents = he is absolutely involved in a great capacity. imo, on top of all that, he may have also wanted to stay because he finally had someone who cared about him genuinely. too late for that, if he tried to talk sense into shiharu it didn't work, he is now in rosemaria with no sense of "miwa teita". it is not dissimilar to how dorian attacked and killed basil, hid his possessions and got someone to "disappear" the body. rui, who is trying to pry into the delusion of rosemaria to bring everyone— including miwa especially— back to the real world, is lord henry.

and these two readings coexist. they are not mutually exclusive. they build off of the exact same sentiment.

P.S. there are absolutely other combis that work with some precursory thought— but i wish there was more information out there...

P.S. P.S. woe upon thee!!!!!!!!

#m #i feel tired and sleepy so if it becomes a little incoherent... soz #e

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lavellander · 3 years ago

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hello im feeling extra “touch the stove”-y today so. i was looking for any dialogue where solas just straight up lies and (of what i could find online/transcribed, obv) i didnt find anything that was 100% untrue. he’ll completely avoid the question, change the subject, give part of the truth, etc etc etc, but nothing was just Entirely A Lie

what really gets me is that there’s a handful of convos where someone infers something from what solas says, and he will even point out that he didn’t directly say that. like, he tells people how to see through his shit, lmao

here is an embarrassingly long ass list of examples, all sorted by what kind of not-lying he’s doing lol, just bc i am unhinged<3

*note that some of these are cut from longer bits of dialogue or have been split up from one conversation into different categories*

literally just Not Answering The Question lol

Dorian: How much “will” do they have? They’re amorphous constructs of the Fade. Solas: Hmm.

Dorian: Solas, have I offended you? Solas: If you have, why would it concern you?

Dorian: Solas, what is this whole look of yours about? Solas: I’m sorry? Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be, some kind of woodsman? Dorian: Is it a Dalish thing? Don’t you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some kind of statement? Solas: No.

Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas. Dorian: You’re an apostate – neither Dalish nor city elf – who lived alone in the woods studying spirits. Solas: Is that a problem for you?

Solas: [has a whole tactical moment about the red jennies lmao] Sera: Where d’you get all this, then? Solas: Do you wish to be unnerved by another tale of my explorations of the Fade? Or do you wish to learn something?

Vivienne: You must be pleased with what was revealed at the Temple of Mythal, Solas. Solas: Why should those ruins please me, Enchanter?

changing the subject before he backs himself into a corner

Gatt: I don’t see any tattoos, but you’re carrying a staff. Are you from a Chantry Circle? Solas: No. And I would prefer not to discuss it.

Solas: I find the fall of the dwarven lands confusing. Varric: What’s so confusing about endless darkspawn? Solas: A great deal, although that is a different matter.

giving the truth, but not the whole truth

Blackwall: Skyhold. How did you find it? Solas: I looked. Blackwall: Now you sound like Cole. You looked? Solas: This world is full of wonders for those who seek them.

Blackwall: You spoke of seeing death and destruction. Did you fight in a war? Solas: There are struggles across Thedas at any given time. I doubt you would have heard of it. Blackwall: An elven skirmish? Solas: In a manner of speaking, yes.

Cassandra: Solas, have you always lived alone? Out in the wilderness, as an apostate? Solas: For the most part.

Cassandra: Have you ever encountered templars before? Solas: Only at a distance. I am an apostate, after all. Cassandra: And they never caught you even once? Solas: I am a very careful apostate.

Dorian: We found elves, living ancient elves, at the Temple of Mythal. Does that bother you, Solas? If Inquisitor allied with the Sentinels: Solas: I am pleased we were not forced to kill them, if that’s what you mean.

Iron Bull: You’ve got an odd style, Solas. Your spells are a bit different from the Circle mages or the Vints. Solas: That comes from being self-taught. Solas: I discovered most of my magic on my own, or learned it from my journeys in the Fade.

Vivienne: So, an apostate? Solas: That is correct, Enchanter. I did not train in your Circle.

Solas: You are a man who made a choice... possibly the first of your life. Iron Bull: I’ve always liked fighting. What if I turn savage, like the other Tal-Vashoth? Solas: You have the Inquisition, you have the Inquisitor... and you have me.

from cutscene at beginning Inquisitor: [mentions the anchor closing a rift] Solas: Whatever magic opened the Breach in the sky also placed that mark upon your hand. I theorized the mark might be able to close the rifts that have opened in the Breach's wake – and it seems I was correct.

from cutscene at beginning Solas: [to a Dalish Inq] You are Dalish, but clearly away from the rest of your clan. Did they send you here? Inquisitor: What do you know of the Dalish? Solas: I have wandered many roads in my time, and crossed paths with your people on more than one occasion. Inquisitor: [Crossed paths? dialogue choice] Solas: I mean that I offered to share knowledge, only to be attacked for no greater reason than their superstition.

from “I’d like to know more about you” convo in Haven Inquisitor: What made you start studying the Fade? Solas: I grew up in a village to the north. There was little to interest a young man, especially one gifted with magic. But as I slept, spirits of the Fade showed me glimpses of wonders I had never imagined. I treasured my dreams. Being awake, out of the Fade, became troublesome.

actually telling the truth but no one picks up on the gravity of it

Solas: [...] I believe the elven gods existed, as did the old gods of Tevinter. But I do not think any of them were gods, unless you expand the definition of the word to the point of absurdity. I appreciate the idea of your Maker, a god that does not need to prove his power. I wish more such gods felt the same. Cassandra: You have seen much sadness in your journeys, Solas. Following the Maker might offer some hope. Solas: I have people, Seeker. The greatest triumphs and tragedies this world has known can all be traced to people.

Cole: No, inside. I don’t hear your hurt as much. Your song is softer, subtler, not silent but still. Solas: How small the pain of one man seems when weighted against the endless depths of memory, of feeling, of existence. That ocean carries everyone. And those of us who learn to see its currents move through life with their fewer ripples.

Cole: You didn’t do it to be right. You did it to save them. Inquisitor: Solas, what is Cole talking about? Solas: A mistake. One of many made by a much younger elf who was certain he knew everything.

Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more “innocent” than your own Tevinter in its time. Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.

Solas: Our people used to be here. Sera: Pfft, you say that everywhere. Solas: It is more true than you want to believe.

Vivienne: You must be pleased, apostate. With the Templars dissolved, your rebels will be most difficult to pacify. Solas: My rebels? Am I an agent for their cause, whispering poison into the Inquisition’s ears? Solas: How comforting. Vivienne: You enjoy seeing yourself as a villain? Solas: No more than any other clever man who wonders what he could do if pushed.

Vivienne: [about the Temple of Mythal] Now you know the elves were once a mighty nation. Solas: I always knew, Enchanter. The Temple of Mythal is just another reminder of what was lost.

(in the Emerald Graves): These forests have changed much since I was last here.

during the Fade!Haven cutscene Solas: It seems you hold the key to our salvation. You had sealed it with a gesture... and right then, I felt the whole world change. Inquisitor: [romance option] “Felt the whole world change?” Solas: A figure of speech. Inquisitor: I’m aware of the metaphor. I’m more interested in felt. Solas: You change... everything.

pointing out that people assume he means things he did not directly say

Cole: There is pain though, still within you. Solas: And I never said there was not.

Solas: You may well become fully human, after all. I never thought to see it. Cole: When did you see it before? Solas: I did not say that I had.

Iron Bull: We’ve got the alliance with my people. Given how much you love the Qun, I figured... Solas: I might scold you? Berate you for your decisions? Iron Bull: Hey. The Chargers died as heroes for the good of the mission. Solas: I never said otherwise.

Sera: Don’t you start. Solas: I’m reasonably certain I said nothing.

Vivienne: [talking shit about grey warden mages] Solas: I never claimed mages should be above the law, Enchanter. Vivienne: No, darling. You merely implied it, while offering no viable suggestions for improvement.

after infamous “side benefits” dialogue Warrior Inquisitor: You find my muscles enjoyable? Solas: I meant that you enjoyed having them, presumably. Warrior Inquisitor: Ah. Solas: But yes... since you asked.

diminishing things he does actually know by saying he he “believes” or “thinks,” or that things were vaguely “said” or “told”

Solas: I say what I believe to be true, even if it gives offense to those who prefer the lie.

Dorian: That orb Corypheus carries... are you certain it’s of elven origin, Solas? Solas: I believe so. Why do you ask?

Solas: It is said that we lived at a pace that sustained us for... ages.

making it sound like he’s talking about something/someone else, but it’s just him lmao

Cole: Do you know a lot about wolves? Solas: I know that they are intelligent, practical creatures that small-minded fools think of as terrible beasts.

Solas: No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters. Iron Bull: The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don’t know. Solas: The mind does marvelous things to protect itself.

during In Hushed Whispers Inquisitor: I’m glad you understood what he just said because I’m not sure I did. Solas: You would think such understanding would stop me from making such terrible mistakes. You would be wrong.

misc

this one i wanted to include because it’s the only circumstance (that i came across) where someone directly asks solas to lie and he literally says he can’t

during the fucking crestwood breakup scene Inquisitor: [angry option] Tell me you don’t care. Solas: I can’t do that. Inquisitor: Tell me I was some casual dalliance so I can call you a cold-hearted son of a bitch and move on! Solas: I’m sorry.

*also note that most of these are banter transcriptions from the wiki; some are cutscene / other dialogue posted by either @/daitranscripts or u/karinini on reddit; it’s not all his cutscenes obv, but I’m not about to look up every single one individually sdlkfj*

#i am................incredibly embarrassed that i did this #forgive me. the brain worms would not leave until it was Done #also sorry that its ugly no matter what i did tungle was NOT happy w my formatting. just know its clean and easy to read in my mind :/#and i know none of this is new information but i am riddled with terminal grad student brain disease so i like having my evidence organized #long post #(bc its long as hell if u open the read more)#im going to put this in my #ref #tag. bc i sometimes get tripped up writing his dialogue to be cryptic but true

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cicada-bones · 4 years ago

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The Warrior and the Wildfire

Chapter 8: A Golden Afternoon

Its the middle of the night - so Im definitely going to post this again in the morning - but here you go! thanks for the nice words I really appreciate it ❤︎

word count: 4120

Masterlist / Ao3 / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

Barely five minutes had passed before Lysandra was sauntering down the stairs, arms now empty and her gaze lazily sweeping over Rowan’s bare chest. Her eyes burned with intent, but he knew she was cataloguing him, marking the strength, height, weapons in his hands – the gaze of a spy. And Rowan couldn’t help but wonder if she really was just spying for Aelin. With those wildcat eyes…who else would she be serving but herself? Was there a chance she might betray them?

Rowan could practically feel Aedion’s eyes on him from behind, his scent burning with jealousy. Rowan had to keep his own eyes from rolling.

Lysandra shot Rowan a wry smile as she passed them, and Rowan caught a whiff of her scent on the breeze. It was strange, almost…layered. He couldn’t quite figure it out, and before he could get a full breath, Lysandra had wrenched the rolling door open and left the warehouse, pulling it shut behind her.

Then Aelin appeared on the stairs, a pile of garments in her arms. “These are for you,” she to Rowan. “Looks like I owe Nesryn a favor, she asked Lysandra to bring them this morning.”

Aelin continued as Rowan started up the stairs to take the clothes off her hands. “She also brought news. Arobynn received a report last night that two prison wagons were spotted heading south to Morath – chock full of all those missing people. We need to send for Chaol.”

Aedion nodded, already heading out the door, while Rowan continued into the apartment to see if the new clothes would fit. When he passed Aelin, she smirked at him.

So that’s a no on the fit. Rowan held in a sigh. Knowing Aelin, she’d put him in tight clothing on purpose.

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To Rowan’s relief, the clothes hadn’t been all that tight. The pants were loose enough that they no longer restricted his movement, even if they were nearly four inches too short at the ankle. But Aelin had still given him an overly-pleased once over when his back was turned. She was spending too much time with Lysandra.

By late morning, Chaol was standing in the middle of the clearing, his eyes fixed on the map between his fingers. His steel, cotton, and birchwood-flavored scent was exactly as Rowan remembered from when he’d first tasted it in Aelin’s blood all those months ago, in that reckless first bite.

The memory alone was enough for ice to crack through Rowan’s veins, freezing his expression in place. This man had been responsible for sending Aelin across the sea, with no warning and no protection, right into the arms of his former queen. Who had been responsible for the broken heart she had arrived with. And then, when she returned here, he had the impudence to tell her that it was her fault he had failed to protect his King. That it was her fault her cousin had ended up in prison and Dorian the walking dead.

Rowan wanted to rip his face off with his teeth.

But instead, Rowan just stood guard by the door. Keeping his eyes locked on the former captain of the guard.

The man was of slightly higher than average stature, with brown eyes and hair, and hardened features. He held his broad shoulders straight back, his spine rigid, but his limbs were unsettled. He couldn’t stop shifting in place, discomforted.

Rowan suppressed another grin.

The man’s eyes also kept shifting to Aelin, and as he moved in place yet again, Rowan caught the slightest hint of jasmine and flame in his scent – Aelin.

Even though he couldn’t detect even a trace of the captain’s scent on Aelin anymore, the captain was still holding on to her. Still carrying her scent. Fury bubbled in Rowan’s gut.

Despite the vile words he’d hurled at her, the captain still wanted Aelin, and now that Rowan was looking for it, he could see the pain from her rejection written all over him.

Rowan almost regretted being polite to the man. But he knew Aelin would be rightfully furious with him if he attacked Chaol when their alliance was already so fragile. So he stuck to the door.

But that didn’t mean Aelin didn’t notice his icy stare, nor the captain’s discomfort. Her eyes glinted. “You know, he won’t bite,” she crooned.

Chaol leveled a stare at her. “Can you just explain what these maps are for?”

“Anything you, Ress, or Brullo can fill in regarding these gaps in the castle defenses would be appreciated,” she said.

His lips pursed as he folded up the map, tucking it into the inner pocket of his tunic. “For you to bring down the clock tower?”

“Maybe,” Aelin said flatly.

Chaol bristled. He was still obviously avoiding Rowan’s gaze. “I haven’t heard from Ress or Brullo for a few days,” he said tersely. “I’ll make contact soon.”

Aelin just nodded, pulling out a second map – this one of the sewer network. She weighed it down on the table with two of the daggers hidden up her sleeves.

Chaol shot her a disapproving look that made Rowan want to snarl.

Aelin ignored them. “Arobynn learned that the missing prisoners were taken to Morath last night. Did you know?”

Chaol tensed. “No.”

“They can’t have gotten far. You could gather a team and ambush the wagons.”

“I know I could.”

“Are you going to?”

He laid a hand on the map, his face darkening. If Rowan didn’t know any better, he might have felt sympathetic. The man was obviously in pain.

His words were low, but hard. “Did you bring me here to prove a point about my uselessness?”

Aelin straightened. Rowan leaned forwards slightly, readying himself. Aelin spoke, choosing her words very carefully, “I asked you to come because I thought it would be helpful for the both of us. We’re both – we’re both under a fair amount of pressure these days.”

“When do you make your move?” the captain asked, his eyes roving over the map.

“Soon.”

Another purse of the lips. Apparently, he didn’t like her non-answers. “Anything else I should know?”

“I’d start avoiding the sewers. It’s your death warrant if you don’t.”

“There are people trapped down there—we’ve found the nests, but no sign of the prisoners. I won’t abandon them.”

“That’s all well and good,” Aelin said calmly, even as Chaol slammed his teeth together, “but there are worse things than Valg grunts patrolling the sewers, and I bet they won’t turn a blind eye to anyone in their territory. I would weigh the risks if I were you.”

The captain was angry, but he kept silent as Aelin combed her fingers through her hair and asked, “So are you going to ambush the prison wagons?”

“Of course I am.”

Rowan couldn’t doubt the sincerity there, and it seemed Aelin couldn’t either. Her eyes softened in concern, her scent flickering. And Rowan knew that there was still some affection left for the old captain of the guard. But how much?

Aelin sighed softly. Then said, “They use warded locks on the wagons. And the doors are reinforced with iron. Bring the right tools.”

It was Rowan’s turn to clench his jaw. Aelin would know, she had spent weeks in one. Chained up and in the dark. On her way to slavery.

It took all of his self control to remain still and standing.

The captain straightened up, making to leave.

“Tell Faliq that Prince Rowan says thank you for the clothes,” Aelin said. And even though confusion passed over Chaol’s face, he nodded his agreement. Rowan stepped aside with a murmur of farewell as the captain stepped into the bright sunlight of the golden afternoon.

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To his great surprise, Aelin told him that there wasn’t anything pressing they needed to take care of that day, so instead, she spent the time showing him her city.

She took him through the slums, keeping to the shadows whenever possible, and they walked all the way through the capital to the elegant residential districts and the busy markets squares, now crammed with vendors selling goods for the summer solstice in two weeks.

She talked all the while, pointing out paths and walkways, busy intersections and guard postings, along with all those little details that made this place her home, the good and the bad. And so much of it seemed to be connected to Sam.

Places they had walked together, ate together, laughed together – where they had grown up. She even pointed out the place Sam had rescued her from the sewers when she had been kidnapped and nearly drowned.

The cobbles were warm with the afternoon sunlight, and despite the darkness of the Valg guards, the pair of them walked through the city as if belonged to them. As if the streets and buildings were but a carpet unrolled before their feet.

“The man who runs that store always used to give me free tarts.”

“That dressmaker was my favorite, she always knew exactly how to alter a garment to suit you perfectly.”

“I had dance lessons here for years, the instructor is an amazing woman, you would have loved her. She let me play her piano, even if my back was never straight enough for her. She helped me rescue Aedion.”

They even spent almost half an hour in an old music repair shop, wandering among the aisles of old instruments and piles of music sheets. Even if, in Rowan’s opinion, no piece of music could be more beautiful than the sound of her laugh as he nearly tripped over some twisted pieces of metal she told him belonged to a broken brass horn.

Aelin also took him to one of Nesryn’s family bakeries, where she tried force him to eat some of a pear tart, no matter how many times he told her that it smelled sickly sweet to him.

At the docks however, Rowan actually managed to convince Aelin to try some pan-fried trout. She cringed and swore at first, but once she’d tried it, she finished her fish in record time and soon was trying to sneak bites of his. Rowan snarled at her, but he couldn’t keep his lips from twitching into a smile.

After their late lunch, they sat at the edge of the docks and cooled by the water. They were mostly silent, instead listening to the sounds of the shipyards, seabirds and waves.

Rowan found that his thoughts kept sliding to Sam. He’d been just a boy when he died, barely eighteen. They’d had so little time together. And before Aelin had gotten a chance to deal with his death, she had been sold into slavery.

Rowan tried to find the words to ask her about Sam, about how she felt for him, but before he could, the sound of a whip cracked through their pleasant silence.

Aelin met his eyes, her face grave. Soundlessly, they stood and walked away from the water and back to the shore, where they watched as a cluster of chained slaves hauled cargo onto one of the ships. People who, no doubt, were captured and enslaved because of their opposition to Adarlanian rule. Rebels in chains, allies of Terrasen and its queen.

They watched, and could to nothing.

A cold, endless fury burned in Aelin’s eyes; a fury that made him want to call a storm of ice and wind so strong it would turn the shipyards to rubble, the slavers with them. But he couldn’t, and not only because his magic was locked inside his body. Instead they just stared. And swore to themselves that soon, perhaps very soon, those slaves would be freed.

He and Aelin wandered away, back through the market stalls from which they came, though now the silence between them felt heavy with darkness.

Now the wooden paths were full of the scent of roses and wild lilies, the ocean breeze sweeping petals of every shape and color past their feet as the flower girls shouted about their wares. Husbands leaned over bouquets to bring home to their wives, bachelors picked out arrangements for their intended, while girls giggled over daisies and shot the boys looks from beneath their lashes when they thought no one was watching.

Rowan stopped in his tracks. The smell, the laughter, the color – it was all so familiar that it made his heart wrench in two.

There was a woman across from them in the center of the square, a basket of hothouse peonies on her thin arm. She was young, pretty, and dark-haired, and her eyes sparkled with something hidden – twin to his mate of two centuries earlier.

Memories began flashing behind his eyes – a mountain home in smoke, arms digging a grave, blood running tracks down the backs of his hands. The face of a woman in a market across the sea, flowers in her arms and hair, a smile lighting up her face. Even the queen by his side couldn’t dull the screaming reverberating in his head.

Rowan didn’t hear what Aelin said as she turned to him, but he saw her face. Her eyes widened, and she clenched and unclenched her fingers, any words lodged in her throat.

Rowan just stared at the girl, who was smiling, alight with life and a vibrant energy that sliced through him like a knife. She smiled at a passing woman, holding out her peonies for a sale.

Rowan breathed, Aelin’s anxiety brushing past him with a wash of flickering embers. Truth. The only thing he could offer her.

“I didn’t deserve her,” he said quietly.

Aelin swallowed hard. A long pause. Then, “I didn’t deserve Sam.”

Rowan turned to look at Aelin, her eyes downturned, her mouth soft. He would do anything to keep that sadness off her face. Anything.

Rowan reached out to brush her fingers with his, maybe to hold her hand, or pull her body into his. But at the last moment, he remembered himself, and dropped his arm back to his side.

He must have invented that glint of disappointment in Aelin’s eyes.

“Come,” she said. “I want to show you something.”

They left the flower girls behind, moving deeper into the city, but Rowan was unable to completely let go of the pain wrapping his heart in ice.

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Aelin scrounged up some dessert from the street vendors while Rowan waited in a shadowed alley, then she pulled him deeper into the city proper, until they darted into a side alley and ducked into a hidden entrance that led to a rickety wooden staircase.

Now, Aelin was munching on a lemon cookie while they sat on one of the wooden rafters in the gilded dome of the darkened Royal Theater, Aelin swinging her legs in the open air below.

The space was dark and silent, unnaturally so. As if the very seats and aisles longed for the return of the music that had once blanketed them. Sunlight poured in from the roof door they’d entered through, illuminating the rafters and the golden dome, gleaming faintly off the polished brass banisters and the blood red curtains of the stage below.

“This used to be my favorite place in the entire world,” Aelin said, her words full of a loving nostalgia. “Arobynn owns a private box, so I went any chance I could. The nights I didn’t feel like dressing up or being seen, or maybe the nights I had a job and only an hour free, I’d creep in here through that door and listen.”

Rowan finished the cookie Aelin had foisted on him, still just gazing into the dark space below. He still hadn’t said anything since they’d left the flower vendors, and he could smell the scent of Aelin’s worry wafting around them. Wanting to ease her tension, and to turn away from the icy marble deep in his chest, he turned back to her.

Aelin seemed to practically sigh in relief as he said, “I’ve never seen an orchestra – or a theater like this, crafted around sound and luxury. Even in Doranelle, the theaters and amphitheaters are ancient, with benches or just steps.”

“There’s no place like this anywhere, perhaps. Even in Terrasen.”

“Then you’ll have to build one.”

“With what money? You think people are going to be happy to starve while I build a theater for my own pleasure?”

“Perhaps not right away, but if you believe one would benefit the city, the country, then do it. Artists are essential.”

Aelin sighed, seemingly unable to handle another burden, small as it was. “This place has been shut down for months, and yet I swear I can still hear the music floating in the air.”

Rowan angled his head, studying. “Perhaps the music does live on, in some form.” It was almost as though he could feel its absence, in the taste of the air and the flutter of the curtains. The space wasn’t just empty, it was waiting.

A silver lining appeared in Aelin’s eyes. “I wish you could have heard it – I wish you had been there to hear Pytor conduct the Stygian Suite. Sometimes, I feel like I’m still sitting down in that box, thirteen years old and weeping from the sheer glory of it.”

“You cried?” he blinked, watching as the memories passed behind her eyes and wishing he could see them as she did.

“The final movement – every damn time,” she sighed, almost laughing at herself. “I would go back to the Keep and have the music in my mind for days, even as I trained or killed or slept. It was a kind of madness, loving that music. It was why I started playing the pianoforte – so I could come home at night and make my poor attempt at replicating it.”

“Is there a pianoforte in here?” he asked, looking back into the darkness without waiting for an answer, the ghost of a smile passing over his face.

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“I haven’t played in months and months. And this is a horrible idea for about a dozen different reasons,” Aelin complained for the tenth time as she finished rolling back the curtains on the stage.

Rowan kept quiet, focusing on lighting the single candle he had found backstage. He knew that the space had once been grand and beautiful, but now, amid the gloom of the dead theater, it felt like standing in a tomb. The chairs were still perfectly arranged for a massive orchestra, though they were now covered in dust. No one had been in here in weeks.

Rowan turned and walked over to the pianoforte, which was near the front of the stage. He had never learned to play, his court lessons not extending so far as learning an instrument.

Rowan had been to his fair share of balls and events, but it had been a rare thing for him to have an opportunity to listen to music just for music’s sake. Much of those events had been heavily overshadowed by the annoyance of dealing with court maneuvering. And after Lyria’s death, he had avoided such things at all costs.

He could barely remember the last time he had been able to listen to any kind of music and just listen. To have the pleasure of experiencing the art, the magic of it. He ran a hand over the smooth surface of the instrument as if it were a prize horse, marveling at the potential the lay within.

Aelin was hesitating at his side. “It seems like sacrilege to play that thing,” she said, her words echoing too loudly in the space.

“Since when are you the religious type, anyway?” Rowan gave her an encouraging smile. He just hoped that it wasn’t too crooked. “Where should I stand to best hear it?”

“You might be in for a lot of pain at first.”

“Self-conscious today, too?” Maybe teasing would get it out of her.

“If Lorcan’s snooping about,” she grumbled, “I’d rather he not report back to Maeve that I’m lousy at playing.”

He just grinned as she pointed to a spot on the stage. “There. Stand there, and stop talking, you insufferable bastard.” He chuckled, and moved across to the center of the stage.

She swallowed as she slid onto the smooth bench and folded back the lid, revealing the gleaming keys beneath. She positioned her feet on the pedals, but made no move to touch the keyboard. “I haven’t played since before Nehemia died,” she admitted, the words heavy.

“We can come back another day, if you want,” he said softly.

“There might not be another day. And – and I would consider my life very sad indeed if I never played again.”

He nodded and crossed his arms. So get on with it then.

She sighed, but turned back to face the keys and slowly set her hands on the instrument, a great beast of sound and joy about to be awakened.

“I need to warm up,” she blurted, then plunged in, the notes soft and light.

It was just a random selection of chords and scales, but still, the music filled the hall with its caring whisper. The whole space seemed to breathe again, as if soaking up the music like light, or air.

And then she began for real.

The piece she played wasn’t merely happy or sad, calm or excited – it was far, far more than that. The complexity of the notes, the way they layered together and bounded off each other – it felt like the melody of life itself. Of the love and glory and pain and beauty in simply breathing.

It filled Rowan up with its warmth, and he felt Aelin’s fiery heat overflowing within each note. The music seemed to be made of her fire, and together they burned. All the while the music built, up and up and up and up, until the sound breaking from the instrument was like the heart-song of a long lost goddess.

Rowan stood and waited, letting the sound wrap around his form like a blanket, letting it slowly melt the ice around his heart. Aelin had always been able to do that, melt away his pain and resistance, without even realizing she could. And now she did so not with words, but with this music that flew from her fingers like small winged creatures, into the empty seats behind them.

Rowan drifted over to stand beside the instrument. He was drawn to her, to the fire that made him feel so alive. Then she whispered to him, “Now,” and the crescendo shattered into the world, note after note after note. The music crashed around them, roaring through the emptiness of the theater.

She brought the piece home to its final explosive, triumphant chord, and Rowan could feel tears lining his eyes. When she looked up, panting slightly, he just gazed at her, at the queen who had lit up his darkness, and marveled.

He struggled for words, but then finally breathed, “Show me - show me how you did that.”

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They spent the better part of an hour seated together on the bench, Aelin teaching him the basics of the pianoforte – explaining the sharps and flats, the pedals, the notes and chords. At last when Rowan heard someone coming to investigate the music, they slipped out.

On their way back to the apartment, they stopped at the Royal Bank. Aelin went inside alone, having ordered Rowan to wait in the shadows across the street, impatient and pissed off. Luckily she only took a few minutes, returning with a bag of gold clasped to her belt.

“So you’re using your own money to support us?” Rowan asked, masking his irritation as best he could.

“For now.”

“And what will you do for money later?”

She glanced sidelong at him. “It’ll be taken care of.”

“By whom?”

“Me.”

He clenched his teeth, anger mounting. “Explain.”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” She gave him a small smile that drove him completely insane. Rowan made to grab her by the shoulder, but she ducked away from his touch.

“Ah, ah. Better not move too swiftly, or someone might notice.”

He snarled viciously but she only chuckled. “Just be patient and don’t get your feathers ruffled.”

Rowan clenched his jaw, stopping another snarl in its tracks. This conversation could wait until they were both home. Maybe then he would be able to convince her that he absolutely needed to be let in on her plans. It was the only way to keep her safe.

But would she listen?

Rowan scowled at that thought, and took off into the shadows behind Aelin, following her back to the warehouse.

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musingmycelium · 5 years ago

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god okay i info dumped on discord bc thats just who i am as a person so i’m cross posting it here in case anyone else is curious about my canon world state. under a read more bc its, uh, maybe a bit of a monster.

i've got a dummy complex worldstate for no reason other than i like to make things difficult for the sake of a good story i guess. for origins my canon warden is an apostate, ellanis tabris who in an 'accident' had his leg crushed and it never recovered, causing it to have stunted growth. he uses a cane to get around and his disability helped hide him in the denerim alienage since apostacy is probably one of if not the most dangerous crime for an elf.

he's only one of three, though. his best friends growing up are noure surana and attie nehrios. noure gets taken to the circle when they're 17 (and ellanis and attie are 15) and comes into play a bit later, while attie is a seamstress and budding red jenny.

as far as origins itself goes ellanis' canon route is deep roads - dalish - haven - redcliff - circle - redcliff. fairly standard stuff up until haven/broken circle tbh. in haven during the guardian's first trial instead of shianni ellanis sees noure (whom the alienage presumed dead when arrested bc it wasn't, ah, a clean arrest) as the ghosty thing and during broken circle ellanis finds noure again and 'conscripts' them into the wardens. really he just takes them with him and destroys their phylactery so they won't be followed. (noure's phylactery is stored in kinloch instead of the spire after their fourth escape attempt since it gave them too much of a head start to make the templars wait to get it) theres a lot of Feelings surrounding connor but other than that ellanis doesn't super change things there either. he does, however, not have any idea about the dr. which is the biggest break i have from canon in dao with the exception of my inclusion of More City Elves. instead of morrigan going to ellanis she, as his best friend, knows he'll refuse to do it and instead goes straight to alistair. morrigan actually never tells ellanis anything about the ritual, ever.

during unrest in the alienage ellanis meets up with attie again, who is already working to clear the slavers out herself, and she falls head over heels for morrigan pretty quickly. fast enough that when morrigan sets out on her 'nobody follow me' thing attie does anyways bc thats just who attie is as a person. and besides she can't stay in denerim now that she's maybe or not killed a nobleman for what happened during the wedding.

and now its awakening time

ellanis meets up with anders for the first time and through him learns a bit more about noure's time in the circle. (noure and anders and karl were lovers for roughly three years before shit hit the fan hard) and fuck canon here because ellanis doesn't have time for this. plus the architect is interesting and yah maybe insane but he's in the place for a little madness. ellanis lets him live and strikes a bargain with him, they share research and any ferelden wardens who prefer to answer their calling not by fighting darkspawn but by potentially furthering the cure are welcomed by the architect. but after awakening ellanis leaves vigils keep in nate's hands and goes on 'offical leave' to work on his own cure..... and to live in antiva with zevran...... lkjkjlkjkjkj

noure, after broken circle and during awakening, goes to nevarra via orlais. it takes them a couple of months to settle but noure finds viuus (yes that viuus) who takes them on as an apprentice of sorts bc he's also in a bit of a jam. it works, sorta, noure learns more spirit based magic and reconnects with a part of themselves the circle tried to beat out of them. it only lasts for about two years, though, because templars find them, one a recent transfer from kinloch and noure isn't exactly a forgettable face. so!

well, its around the same time that anders leaves the wardens for good. and ellanis puts anders in touch with noure. they decide to meet in kirkwall, because rumor has it that's where karl is and thats gonna be the place they need to go first.

attie though, she's just hanging out with morrigan and stirring the pot in orlais as a jenny. she also works with the mage underground and defo either knows or works with briala as a kind of agent. her story is more foggy tho bc i haven't read Super much of TME or played some of witch hunt

da2 comes in and i've Recently, like as of last week i think, decided to swap my canon hawkes. william is now my canon hawke instead of the twins. he's an apostate who's magic is mostly clairvoyancy and a shepherd.. or he was until the blight. bethany dies during the escape and its only the Beginning of the sad times for william.

with his pretty suble magic william makes for a Superb smuggler, and lands the gig with bartrand quickly. he Also, gets a bit of a crush on varric while they're still going around raising money. he takes carver, varric, and isabela with him to the deep roads thinking that keeping his brother close will be safer. and, well, it isn't.

act ii is a bunch of horse shit anyways but william tries to keep out of things until isabela is directly threatened by it and only then steps in seriously. for the most part all of the things which go down with petrice are done with noure and anders. they don't like the qunari being in town either but they, at least, can use the situation to weaken the chantry and by extension the circle. even if its only a bit. during act iii the two of them build up the mage underground and start preparing to take direct action against the circle. william is, still uncertain but he doesn't stop them. his magic has never been a large danger to himself, it's suble enough and under control enough that he's never really had to fear templars. he feared them for his fathers sake, for bethany's sake, but not his own. not really. and well, we know how da2 ends but i hate the retcon of 'hundres of casualties' bithc! where! so no, only the grand cleric and a handful of upper level chantry people where inside when it went up and they deserved it.

ellanis is working on the blight cure during this time and makes it far enough that he and zev are surprised by twins (two girls named adaia and killian) but otherwise ellanis is mostly chillin in antiva

while attie is now definitely working closely with briala both as a jenny and as an agent

and we’re up to dai with my canon quizzy - da'ean lavellan, the clan storykeeper (next in line after his father) who only attends the conclave because idrilla was going to first and they didn't want to loose the clan first. i've got... way more canon deviance in dai than anywhere else bc dai Suxxs but its way too long but basically!

da'ean romances both dorian and the iron bull bc im poly and i said so, idrilla comes to skyhold as magical advisor and she works where morrigan does in the game (tho morrigan still shows up she's not an offical position as much, which suits her and attie just fine). linayel, da'ean's nas'falon (qp) arrives with her and he slots in as an archery trainer.

plus, ellanis is the warden contact instead of the many (some really wild??) canon contacts. leliana tries to contact him to be quizzy but he's travelling and misses it, and when noure contacts him on william's behalf and mentions corypheus (ellanis knows about legacy bc william brought noure and anders along) ellanis puts some pieces together and comes to skyhold. he'd already been working to figure out the weird calling (it is and yet isn't the same as the blight he remembered) so he's already a bit aware of the situation. william doesn't stick around for long, basically just long enough to get confirmation ellanis is on his way. even tho he misses varric this isn't his place

adamant goes down wicked different bc ellanis is the fucking HOF. by this time he's developed his magic enough he can pretty much take down all of the wardens within a good 300 foot range just nearly instantly. (a combination of his blight cure research and his natural entropic aligned magic hohohoho) so he makes it to clarel Fast. instead of falling into the fade ellanis (anyone else remember just fucking punching rifts closed in awakening? lol) works with da'ean to open up the rift in the main courtyard and suck the nightmare into the real world. and then he fuckin annhilates it bc he can

WEWH is also different but this time its bc of attie (and morrigan's different now too bc she's been dragged into things by her wife) briala's at the palace yeah, but now she's also got attie waiting in the wings. instead of getting stuck in place by the quizzy attie is able to manuever things to implicate gaspard and celene alone (mostly bc i hate the blackmail on briala it just doesn't vibe well with her character to me). so instead of the shitty options of 'gaspard rules with briala shadowing him' or 'celene and briala end up back together' its 'celene gets put in place by briala and now briala calls the shots'

idrilla romances solas, and as a dreamer she's sure something is fishy but can't figure out what exactly. (until trespasser that is, when she figures it out at the murals) but she provides a good foil to his asshatry and as offical magical advisor steers the inquisition with morrigan's info about the arbor wilds. she knows the rituals and the magic bc she's first and they make it through far faster than in canon, making a quick alliance with the sentinals and beating samson well before the canon battle area.

(linayel romances cass but their story is still quiet and vague as of yet but linayel mostly remains in skyhold to help train and strategize)

then da'ean kicks corypshits ass soundly becase that fight Sucks Ass.

#oc ramblings #i've been sitting on making a post about this for awhile anyways tb #h #now i've got one hehehehe #my ocs #my worldstate #just so i don't mcfuckin loose this

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asoftervirge · 6 years ago

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A Royal Family

RATING: PG PAIRINGS: R. Sanders/V. Sanders (main); L. Sanders/P. Sanders (mentioned)

FIC WARNINGS/KINKS: metions of Deceit, previous abuse, nursing a child, very mild smut at the end FIC SUMMARY: It amazed him how just one year can bring about so many changes…and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: And here it is. My little piece that I did for A Royal Bond’s one year anniversary. I want to thank every single person who commented, liked, reblogged and everything else you’ve done to support this fic. It has meant the absolute world to me and I wouldn’t have been able to finish it without all of you. And so, without further ado, let’s revisit this wonderful family one last time. x Virge

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Roman gently held the ends of the veil between his fingers before lifting it over the figures’ head. When he saw the face underneath, his breath was caught in his throat.

Virgil looked completely different from how Patton and Logan found him in the streets. His messy hair was washed and straightened. Instead of it being a dirty, brownish color, it now glowed a dark purple hue.

His eye makeup was stunning, dark purple with a black outline. It made his silvery-purple eyes pop. A light blush was on his cheeks, a subtle touch to contrast all the dark coloring.

Roman thought this was the most beautiful creature he ever laid his eyes on.

At first, Virgil didn’t recognize who he was standing in front of until he noticed the insignia on Roman’s uniform. His eye grew wide and his face grew red as he immediately knelt down in respect.

Patton giggled, while Thomas and Logan smiled. Roman chuckled. That seemed to be a typical reaction when strangers meet a member of royalty. He gently guided Virgil back to his feet. “Please don’t kneel.” he tells him kindly. “I do not wish for formalities right now.”

When Virgil went to speak, he found that he had no voice. He placed his hands on his throat and shook his head fearfully.

“What’s wrong?” Roman asked worriedly. “Can’t you speak?”

“I’m afraid, Your Majesty,” Logan explains, addressing Thomas more than Roman. “That when he gets into states of high anxiety or any other emotion state, they reduce him to becoming mute. In that case, he relies on communication via sign and body language along with facial expressions.”

Roman nodded in understanding. “What is your name, beautiful one? Can you try and sign it to me?”

Virgil went wide-eyed and blushed more at the pet name and quickly, albeit shakily, signed his name. My name is Virgil.

“Fortunately, he has told Patton and I that his name is Virgil, which is what he signed to you.” Logan translates. Roman adored it. “Unfortunately, however, he is a Feral Omega who was living on the streets after the abolishment of slave ownership.”

Thomas looked at Virgil sadly. “A feral Omega...Is that so?”

Virgil looked down at the pristine floor in embarrassment. He felt two finger hook under his chin and forces him to stare at Roman, who was still looking concerned.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” he tells the omega gently. “We are all friendly here. My Father was the one who abolished Omega slavery, as you probably know, and we would never hurt you.” He can see the stress leave Virgil as he begins to look more relaxed.

It took him a few tries, but Virgil utters out, “T-Thank you.”

His voice was scratchy and a little deep, but Roman loved the sound of it. Everything about the omega were things the prince secretly dreamed of.

“I-It’s no trouble, really.” he coughed, blushing a shade of red as deep as his sash. He looked at the junction between Virgil’s neck and shoulder, then met his eyes again. “May I?” Virgil didn’t necessarily know what he was asking for, but he shyly nodded.

Roman stepped forward, careful as to not make the omega anymore nervous than he was, and pressed his nose to his scent glands. His scent. It was something he never smelt before.

Despite him being a former slave, he doesn’t have a bond mark or anything to represent another alpha’s scent. Virgil was covered in his own that marked him as his and his alone.

Virgil seemed shocked by the gesture, but one whiff of the prince’s scent made him quickly submit. It was a strong, earthy scent and it provided him comfort. Feeling his anxiety leave him, Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman tightly and pressed his nose to the alpha’s scent glands.

Thomas simply stared, Patton blushed deeply, and Logan looked indignant.

Scenting on the neck was always considered a private matter. Members of royalty would only scent their consorts on their wrists. The only public exception was during weddings. Roman seemed to be disregarding that rule entirely, and he didn’t seem to care.

The two remained that way for a long time, nuzzling each other and soaking in each others’ scents. It was only when Logan loudly coughed that Virgil recoiled back. Even though he looked embarrassed, he didn’t feel that way.

Thomas stepped forward. “Roman?” His son turned to him, reddish-brown eyes shining with glee. When he nodded enthusiastically, the King smiled and turned his head towards the herald. “I believe you have an official announcement to make?”

“Might as well.” Logan says, rolling his eyes. “They’ve already completed the first step of the mating process.”

Roman flushed, but he looked back at Virgil who gave him a small smile. The prince responded with a larger one of his own, tangling Virgil’s thin, pale fingers in his own.

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Virgil was walking back inside the palace when the memory flashed before his eyes. Seeing Roman walking across the Royal Halls made him stop and reflect.

Roman was always a handsome alpha in Virgil’s eyes, but today he seemed to be extra handsome in his mind. His hair looked a little curlier than it normally was (though not as curly as Patton’s is, mind you), the golden medals that decorated his black jacket shined in the lighting, he could even see some of his muscles being a little pronounced through his sleeves.

Everything about his husband was handsome. Roman was a very handsome alpha.

It wasn’t before long when the alpha finally took notice of his wife.

“Oh! Hello, my darling.” he smiles, turning to him. Virgil could see his reddish-brown eyes sparkling in the distance and his reading glasses were on his face. In was in that moment the Omega took note of the important documents that were in his husband’s hands. “Was there anything you needed?” he asked.

He shook his head, a soft and gentle smile appearing on his face.

It was in that moment when Roman thought Virgil was the most beautiful being in all of Alexandros.

His wife, standing there looking regal like the Queen that he was. His violet hair glowed in the sun’s lighting, the purple dress hugged his body perfectly, his jewelry also had a darkened shine to it, and his makeup looked as deadly as it did vexing.

Virgil was enchanting and all around gorgeous, so much so that it made Roman’s heart sing.

Then he sees Virgil holding his arms out to him, motioning for Roman to come closer. Roman beamed. This was Virgil’s signal that he wanted Roman to hold him, and Roman was going to be a good alpha husband and do just that.

Dropping all of the documents, sheets of white scattering about the floor of the palace, Roman quickly ran over to his wife. He wrapped his arms tightly around Virgil’s waist before picking him up and spinning his around in the air.

Virgil giggled as he snaked his arms around his husband’s neck as he was spun. Even after Roman was done, he still kept his husband in his arms. “If you didn’t need anything, was there something on your mind? You seemed to be lost in thought when I took notice of you standing here.”

At that, the Omega nodded. “I was just thinking about us, that’s all.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, his smile still on his face. “Oh? And what about us, my sweet omega?” He began to press kisses along his wife’s face, all the way down to the expose skin of his chest.

“Roman!!” Virgil squealed in laughter. He was worried about Logan coming and berating them for their ‘indecent public displays of affection,’ but everyone in the palace is used to this by now, so it shouldn’t cause them too much trouble. “It wasn’t anything bad!! I promise!!” He began kicking his legs in the air. “I was just thinking about when we first met!!”

When he heard that, Roman immediately stopped kissing Virgil and looked at him, love and happiness shining in his eyes. “You mean the day when I fell in love at first sight?”

The omega nodded, his own eyes shining. “Yeah…I remember how nervous I was when Patton and Logan presented me to you…I was so afraid that you wouldn’t like me.” (He also remembered how he practically embarrassed himself by kneeling in front of his future husband like an idiot.)

“But I didn’t,” Roman smiled warmly. “I loved you, and I still do to this very day.” He gently pecked Virgil on the lips. “You’re my everything, Virgil, and I’m so glad that they found you that day, otherwise I don’t think either one of us would be here right now.”

“I agree.” Even if he didn’t like thinking about it, Virgil had to wonder where he would be if Patton and Logan hadn’t found him on the streets that day. If he had to guess, he might still be on the streets, struggling everyday to survive in a world that was post-Omega slavery.

Who knows?…Maybe he would’ve been back in the arms of Dorian and his other two Omegas. he would be isolated, neglected, and abused once more.

But he wasn’t. He’s here; in Alexandros, with Roman and his family, with people who loved and cared for him more than those three have in Virgil’s entirety of being a slave.

“Aww, my love…why do you cry?” Virgil didn’t even realize he was until his husband brought it up. He quickly wiped his tears away, being careful not to smudge his makeup in the process.

“I’m just…really happy that I met you that day, Roman.”

Roman’s warm smile remained as he set his wife down to the floor, helping him wipe tears away from his silvery-purple eyes. “And I’m glad too.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Virgil’s bond mark before nuzzling it with his nose, inhaling his smoky scent.

Virgil bit his lip and let out a quiet whimper as he pulled Roman even closer to him, fingers knotting at his hair. The omega even remembered his husband scenting him in front of the former king and his advisers, which is something that they probably shouldn’t have done since they had just met and weren’t even married yet.

Suddenly, a voice surprised them, causing them to quickly separate.

“While I understand you love each other dearly, can you not display your indecent affections publicly like that?” Sure enough, like Virgil predicted, it was Logan.

The Royal Couple chuckled sheepishly before Roman (with assistance from Logan) collected all the important documents that he dropped. He gave the logical beta an appreciative smile.

“Now, if you two are done, you have a meeting you need to attend.”

Roman groaned inwardly, but he felt better when Virgil grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently before following Logan to council room.

-,-,-,-,-

“I, Roman, take thee, Virgil, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death us do part.”

Virgil did his breathing technique before he too repeated the words of the officiant. He stuttered through it, but not once did Roman, the officiant, or anyone in the church mock or tease him.

“I, Virgil…t-take thee, Roman, to be my husband…to h-have and to hold…f-from this day forward, for better for worse…f-for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health…to love and to cherish t-till death us do part.”

Roman smiled at him when he finished, silently telling him that he did good. After the vows, it was time for them to exchange rings. Both Patton and Logan stepped up and gave the couple their respective rings, then they repeated the officiant again.

“Virgil, I give you this ring, as a sign of our marriage, with my body I honor you, all that I am I give to you, and all that I have I share with you.” He slid his ring onto Virgil’s finger, lifting his hand up and kissing it.

“Roman, I give you this ring, as a sign of our marriage…w-with my body I honor you…a-all that I am I give to you, a-and all that I have…I share with you.” Now he took his ring onto Roman’s finger.

Now comes a tradition that is only done with Alpha/Omega marriages: scenting. While Roman and Virgil have officially yet to mate, a scenting bond was another way of claiming someone.

Logan stepped forward and undid the clasp on Virgil’s collar as it was blocking his scent glands. He gave Roman a smirk, “Now is the appropriate time to do this.” he whispered before returning to his position beside Patton.

Roman rolled his eyes in response, but he still smirked at the logical adviser. He gently tilted Virgil’s head upward as he pressed his nose in the omega’s neck. He had to refrain himself from growling in a church. Virgil’s scent was how he remembered it from when the rendezvoused in the Royal Gardens.

Like Roman, Virgil had to stop himself from whimpering in submission. Roman still had that strong earthiness to him as he did when they first met.

Thomas, Patton, and Logan bit back smirks. They all know that these two scented much earlier than they should have. While it was optional for Roman to bite him, thus making an official mark, they knew the alpha was waiting for that.

Once the officiant was able to smell their combined scents, he finished the ceremony. “By the power vested in me, as an ordained minister of His Majesty’s court, I pronounce you Roman and Virgil, Prince and Princess of Alexandros.”

-,-,-,-,-

“Roman?”

“Yes, my beloved?”

“Do you— Do you remember our wedding day?”

A chuckle. “Now what kind of a question is that, Virgil?”

Virgil felt a blush spreading across his cheeks. “I-I know it’s dumb…I was just curious, that’s all…”

“You’ve been mighty curious about things lately.” Roman chuckled again, wrapping his arms around Virgil, pulling his back to his chest. “Not that that’s a bad thing, I just find it adorable.”

“J-Just answer the question, Roman!” He could feel Roman laugh against his neck, causing him to shiver a little.

“Of course I remember our wedding, darling.” The alpha said in a fond and loving tone. “How could I forget the day when I married the love of my life?”

The omega blushed more as he stared down at their reflections in the water. He and Roman decided to take a stroll in the Royal Gardens when they stopped on the bridge; the very bridge where Roman had proposed to Virgil shortly before their wedding. Which, again, they technically weren’t supposed to in case Roman, an Alpha mind you, was going to jump Virgil, an Omega, before their official bonding.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), that didn’t happen and they were able to enjoy their temporary rendezvous.

Roman hooked his chin on his wife’s shoulder, also looking at their reflections. Virgil could see the warmth displayed on his face as he felt him squeezing him gently. “You looked so beautiful, my love.” he whispered, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you…I felt so lucky to have you as my bride, and I can still call you my wife.”

Virgil smiled softly, gazing down at the golden wedding rings that shined due to the sun hitting them. He nodded and whispered back, “Yeah…and you looked very handsome in your uniform…I was so nervous that I couldn’t take my eyes off you…”

“You didn’t seem nervous to me,” Roman reassured. “You were so composed and elegant that no one could tell that you were anxious.”

“That’s good…” Virgil sighed in relief. He reclined his head back, allowing him to immerse himself in his husband’s strong and protective arms. The sound of the fountain along with the chirping of the various birds relaxed him even more.

“…Roman?”

“Hmm?”

He lazily moved his head and smiled, silvery-purple eyes showing tenderness. “I’m glad I get to call you my husband too.” The alpha smiled and kissed him, to which Virgil kissed him back. It was a few minutes of nuzzles and kissing before the omega asked another question, “Do you also remember how you proposed to me?”

“As if you had to ask.”

“Can you…Can you sign it for me?”

Virgil sees Roman smile and nod before looking down, feeling the alpha signing on his own hands. “I can say that I have never loved anyone as much as you.” Like when he proposed, his movements were slow and deliberate so he didn’t miss anything; despite the fact that Virgil hasn’t signed in almost a year. “You’re the most perfect and most beautiful person I’ve ever met. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you…And I know you thought I meant that to claim my birthright as King, but I didn’t…I really wanted you to have my wife. And so, Queen Virgil of Alexandros…I was very honored to have you marry me.”

When he finished, Virgil turned around and planted a deep kiss to Roman’s lips, the happiest of smiles on his face.

He truly was lucky that he could call Roman his husband, and he, Roman’s wife.

-,-,-,-,-

Roman was waiting in their room for Virgil to come back from his appointment with Emile. When he heard the door open, he smiled at the sight of his wife, but that smile turned to a frown when he saw the omega's emotional state.

"Virgil? Oh, Virgil, my darling, it's alright." he gently coaxed his wife to sit on the stool by the vanity. "What's wrong, my love? You know you can talk to me." He then started to panic, "Did Emile say something bad? Oh Gods, you're not dying are you?! Please tell me you're not—"

The omega barked out a laugh that was mixed with a sob. He shook his head rapidly as he continued to cry. "N-No...n-not dying…"

While that made Roman feel better, it didn’t ease his nerves. “Then what is it?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s knuckles. “Please tell me.”

Virgil laughed again, this time it sounded happy, bright. He wiped the tears away from his eyes and looked up at his husband, silver eyes glistening. “I’m with child, Roman.”

Time froze around them as Roman stared at Virgil in shock and awe. He felt tears shining in his own eyes. He gently placed a hand on his wife’s stomach, the tears now falling down as he gave Virgil a watery smile. “Are you really?”

Again, the omega laughed and nodded excitedly, tears now falling freely.

He squeaked when he felt himself being lifted into Roman’s arms, wrapping his legs around his husband’s waist. He started giggling when he heard the alpha laughing joyously as he throws him down on the bed.

Roman wasted no time pressing happy yet gentle kisses to Virgil’s stomach, nuzzling occasionally.

Virgil’s giggles turned to purrs as he felt his husband sending love to their baby.

Their scents lingered in the air, pure happiness and joy radiated through their beings.

Roman stopped kissing Virgil’s stomach so he could place a passionate kiss to his lips. He kept a hand on Virgil’s stomach. “How far along are you?”

More giggles bubbled through the omega as he placed his hand atop Roman’s. “Not that far…” he tells him. “E-Emile said it’s too early to tell the gender…”

“That doesn’t matter to me.” Roman assured. “So long as our Prince or Princess is healthy, we will love them regardless if they are male, female, Alpha, Beta, or Omega.”

Virgil nodded and smiled. Roman and Thomas really changed the game when it comes to the traditions of the Royal Family and Alexandros. More tears came to Virgil’s eyes, Roman cooed.

“Oh, my love.” he wiped his tears away. “Please don’t cry.”

The omega shook his head, smiling much softer. “Just so happy…” he whispered. He wraps his arms around his husband’s neck. “C-Can’t describe how happy I am…”

Roman also wraps his arms around Virgil, squeezing him tightly and burying his face in his shoulder. “My beautiful Virgil…mi amor, mi reina, mi corazon…I couldn’t be happier than I am in this moment.”

“I’m pregnant Roman,” Virgil cries against Roman’s neck. “I’m pregnant.”

The alpha can feel his shoulder dampen but he doesn’t really care. “We’re having a baby.”

Neither one of them knew how long they stayed like that, holding onto each other, crying in sweet bliss. They were going to have to tell Thomas, Logan, and Patton eventually, but they wanted to have this moment between the two of them.

-,-,-,-,-

Another memory came to Virgil one night when Alejandra was being fussy.

Virgil’s ears perked up to the familiar sounds of whining coming from the crib in the far side of the bedroom. He groaned quietly, looking at the clock that was in another corner of the room. “Remind me why you’re the Alpha again, Roman?” he complained with a bit of snark.

Roman only let out a sleepy noise and buried himself further into the blankets. The omega didn’t mean to take his emotions out on his husband, but even after a year, he still feels like Alejandra is a little too old to be nursing from him.

Quietly, as to not disturb the alpha anymore, Virgil shuffled over to the crib to comfort his daughter a little before she would be fed.

The alpha woke up properly after a while, rubbing his eyes as he sat up on the bed. Once his eyes were filled with less sleep, he smiled at the sight of his wife and daughter. Virgil cradled their princess in his arms, whispering gentle words to her as she nursed from his chest.

“Mmm…mmm…” Virgil murmured as the sound and feelings of Alejandra nursing from him started to lull him into tired contentment. Roman could see the omega closing his eyes, trying to retreat into his more maternal instincts. “Good girl…such a pretty girl…”

“I think Mama’s pretty too.” Roman says quietly and with a smile as he shuffled next to his wife. He leaned in to plant kisses to the back of his daughter’s head, watching his family tiredly but happily.

Both of them could’ve slept standing up like that, but Virgil was brought back to attention by Alejandra detaching herself from his chest. When she refused to nurse anymore, the omega draped a cloth over his shoulder as he patted her back, eventually get a small burp and a couple hiccups out of her. Then looked at his husband. “Honey? Want to help me change her?” he asked.

Roman nodded and they placed Alejandra on the bed. As they did, the alpha couldn’t help but plant a quick kiss to his lips before they continued to change their daughter. Virgil giggled and cooed comforting words to Alejandra as Roman put a new cloth diaper on her.

Take it from them, it wasn’t easy caring for an Alpha toddler at times.

Once they were done and the young princess was sleeping again, they moved back onto the bed, Alejandra nestled between them. Roman pressed a kiss to her soft hair before kissing Virgil’s forehead. “I love you, mi reina.”

“And I love you, mi rey.” Virgil whispered and gazed down at their sleeping daughter. He was silent for a moment before asking, “Do you remember when I told you I was pregnant with her?”

“How could I forget?” Roman said with a nostalgic smile. “I kissed and rubbed your belly for what seemed like hours.”

“It was hours, Ro.” the omega smirked a little. He cuddled Alejandra closer to his chest, his nose in her downy hair so he could sniff at her scent which was a proud mix of theirs. “I was so happy when Emile told me, it felt like everything was alright in the world. All my fears about being an awful Queen disappeared when she was born. She’s the most precious thing to come to our lives.”

“Yes, she is.” Roman responded. “That day will forever be one of the happiest days of my life.”

“Mine too.” The omega gave his husband a quick peck on the lips. “I love you, Roman.”

“And I you, Virgil.”

The tender moment was fueled even more when Alejandra let out a noise that was akin to a purr. Virgil felt tears stinging his eyes as he pets her chest, receiving more purrs. “And we love you, our sweet princess…even if you do exhaust us sometimes.” he chuckled wetly.

Roman chuckled as well, pressing one more kiss to them both. “Let’s go back to sleep, my dear.” He carefully pulled the cover back over their bodies when Virgil nodded. “Goodnight, Virgil.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

-,-,-,-,-

Roman was still pacing his office when Logan came in. The alpha noticed he had a little blood on his hands and he hoped that it was the baby’s and not Virgil’s.

When the logical beta smiled at him, he knew what he was about to say.

“My sincerest congratulations, Roman.” he tells him. “The delivery went smoothly and the baby is perfectly healthy. Has a scream as loud as you do.” He lets out a chuckle. “Now I would advise you to try and contain yourself when you—”

Roman pushed past him and immediately ran to the medical wing. When he walks in, he freezes on the spot, staring at his wife in complete awe. Virgil still looked exhausted but whole, with a very small bundle in his arms.

His was pressing gentle kisses to the baby’s downy hair. He only stopped when he smelt the familiar scent of his husband. He looked over at him with tired but happy eyes. “Come meet our princess, honey.”

The omega pulls back the blankets covering her head a little more, and Roman feels the breath knocked out of him at the sight of his daughter.

She looked sweet and perfect and small.

He shuffles over to the bed and carefully sits beside Virgil. He takes a finger and traced her hair and finds his throat stuck. “She’s so perfect,” He says, wrapping an arm around the omega. He pressed a kiss to Virgil’s forehead. “You’re so incredible. I’m fiercely proud of you, Virgil.”

“Thanks for the compliments, dear.” Virgil teases, then he shudders. Roman pulls the blankets up around his shoulders some more. “You want to hold her? I think she should see her Papa.”

Gently, the omega transferred the baby to his husband. Roman felt like his heart was about to burst out of chest from looking at her. He smiled and pressed a kiss to her button nose. “Hello, sweetling. Hello, my darling love. Mi princesa bebé. Welcome to the world.”

“She’ll be the future ruler of our land.” Virgil says, resting his weary head on his husband’s shoulders. He was silent for a few moments for he finally blurted, “She’s an Alpha.”

Roman looked down at his wife. “How do you know?”

“It’s her scent.” Virgil tells him. “It smells just like yours with a touch of floral notes like mine does.” He looked at Roman nervously, small hints of fear coming from his scent. “Is…is that alright?”

The alpha smiled and gently kissed Virgil. “As I told you before she was born, we would love her regardless of what her genders were.” He then turned to look at the baby, a gentleness in his eyes. “She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Aww, Ro. Don’t cry.” Virgil lifts a hand to wipe the tears from Roman’s eyes.

“I’m just so happy, Virgil. So incredibly happy.” The baby stirs in his arms and he holds her closer to himself. “Shh…we’ve waited so long to meet you, princess. So long. Soy tu Papa y el es tu Mama.” he smiles, nodding his head towards his wife. “We love you very much.”

Virgil chuckles. “She’s gonna be so spoiled.”

“A princess like her deserves it.” Roman grins, making Virgil laugh. “What shall we name her?” The omega looked at the baby and said, “Spanish. I want her name to be Spanish.”

Roman looked surprised. “Are you sure?”

Virgil nodded. “I thought about it and,” he turned his head to look his husband in the eyes, “She looks just like you, so she should have the honor of having a name in your language.”

More tears came to Roman’s eyes at Virgil’s statement as he kissed his wife passionately. “Thank you, my love.” He whispered and rested his forehead against the omega’s. “And…I actually have a name picked out.”

Noticing the nervous look in the alpha’s eyes, Virgil gently nudged him in an encouraging manner. “You can tell me.”

After looking at the little baby in his arms, Roman tearfully told him who he wanted their daughter to be named after. “Alejandra…in honor of my Papa.”

Virgil smiled as the name rolled off Roman’s tongue. He placed a gentle kiss to Roman’s jaw before placing one on Alejandra’s forehead. “Princess Alejandra.”

“Princess Alejandra Valentina.”

“Valentina?”

Roman nods. “After my Mama Valerie.” he clarifies. “Well, it’s a variation of Mama’s name. If we’re naming her after Papa, we might as well continue with the trend. Plus, Valentine, Valentina? Something that could also be attributed to our love.”

“Princess Alejandra Valentina.” he smiled before snuggling closer to his new family. “It’s perfect, Roman.” He looked up and his smile grew softer when he heard Roman sniffle. “Why all the tears, honey?”

“I never thought…I never ever thought I’d be holding my very own baby girl in my arms. I just didn’t think it would ever happen to me.” He cuddles even closer to Virgil, sniffing at his scent. “I’m going to give you both the world, you know that right?” He presses a kiss against Alejandra’s forehead, then on Virgil’s temple. “Mi dulce Alejandra y mi hermoso Virgil. I love you both so much.”

The smile never leaves the omega’s face. “We love you too, Roman.”

-,-,-,-,-

Watching Alejandra playing with Oliver, them being watched by Patton and Logan, in the grass below made Virgil reflect on everything one last time.

He must’ve been a little too lost in thought because he didn’t hear Roman walk towards him; he also looks down at his princess playing with her new friend. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

Virgil nodded, not exactly paying attention to his husband’s words.

Roman turned to him, now seeing the unreadable expression in the omega’s eyes. “Virgil? Now what’s occupying your thoughts, my love?”

It was a long period of silence before Virgil spoke. “Do you…Remember when…” He didn’t exactly know how to start this without having some form of repetition. “…you told me, when Alejandra was born, that you never thought you’d hold your baby daughter in your arms? That you didn’t think it would ever happen to you?”

The alpha looked at his wife, albeit in a slightly confused way. “Pray forgive me, my dear. But I don’t exactly understand where you’re coming from with this.”

Again, Virgil was silent for a long time. “I knew how you felt about our love, and I understand…but, did you ever think about it from my perspective?”

Despite his confusion, Roman couldn’t help but have a cold feeling in his chest. “Virgil…?”

Virgil sees the underlying nervousness in the alpha’s eyes, and even in his scent, before quickly reassuring him. “Oh. N-No, no! I-I’m not thinking that Roman, honestly!” Now he felt guilty for making Roman feel like he wasn’t happy after one year; it was the opposite actually.

When he felt himself being pulled in his husband’s arms, inhaling his calm scent as opposed to his anxious one, he began to calm down.

“It’s just…I didn’t think it would ever happen to me too.” he admits openly, and honestly. “I never thought I would never escape Dorian and the Others, never thought I would find someone who loves me and people who accept me, never thought I would have my own child. I never…I never…” Virgil felt tears building in his eyes. “I never thought I would find true happiness.”

“Aww, mi hermoso Virgil,” Roman cooed, wrapping his arms around the omega, comforting and safe. “Please don’t cry. While you may remember those words, I remember something else I said: I said that I would give you and Alejandra the world. I would make sure that I never saw a frown on your faces, or tears running down your eyes because of me.” He wipes Virgil’s tears away. “And I meant every single word of it. I want you to be happy, Virgil. I want you to finally have what you’ve always longed for, and not just as an Omega, but as a human being.”

Even Roman wiped his tears away, Virgil could feel more running down his face. “I know,” he whispers, not really trusting his voice (which was slowly becoming emotional). “And you have, Roman. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever desired; you gave me the freedom and love I deserved.”

“And you’ve done the same for me.” The alpha said, smiling happily. “You given me the things I never dreamed of having: a gorgeous wife, a beautiful daughter, a prospering kingdom. All of it came true for me because of you, and I couldn’t be more grateful, Virgil. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Roman.”

They stayed together like that, kissing and holding each other tightly until they heard joyful and excited shrieks down below. They casted their gazes down and saw Patton playing a little game with the children; Alejandra was the one squealing, while Oliver let out gurgled laughters. Logan would look up occasionally from the book he was reading, a small smile creeping on his face.

Had they been a part of the conversation, no doubt they would express the same thoughts and feelings.

Curiosity began to peak in Roman’s mind as he stealthily began to slip Virgil’s jewelry off his body. “Have you ever thought about us having another child? I know you took birth control the last time you were on your heat, but I was just wondering.”

“We talked about it before my heat came, and we weren’t necessarily ready for it just yet.” Virgil recalls. He didn’t even feel Roman expertly undone the strings of his dress before finally feeling a hand slowly trail up his leg, hiking his dress up in the process. “Roman.” he warns.

Roman blinked at him innocently. “What?” he smiles. “Look at how adorable Ale looks with Oliver. She’d be a wonderful big sister. Besides, if I recall, Emile said your heat was coming soon.”

“That doesn’t mean we can start it early!”

“Are you sure about that, lovely?” The alpha smirked. “You seem to be having the same thoughts I am.” He began to press kisses along Virgil’s jawline, down to his neck.

Virgil let out choked whimpers. “Roman…”

“Yes, mi reina?” His smirk remains as he lead his wife to their bed.

“I-I…” he gulped as he was gently placed onto the soft bedding. “I guess we can get an early start…”

“That’s it, mi querido.” Roman praised gently, loving how Virgil whimpered more at that, seeing him start to grip the sheets in his fingers. “Now you relax, my sweet wife. Let your Alpha take care of you early.”

As Virgil felt his husband slip his dress off, he truly felt as though he were lucky.

He didn’t imagine this being his life almost two years ago. If anything, had you told Virgil what would become of his life, he wouldn’t have believed you.

But here he was; having a strong support system that cared for his wellbeing, a community that didn’t disrespect him because of his secondary gender or his former years in slavery, and a loving husband who was taking care of him like the queen he was.

Threading his fingers in Roman’s locks, Virgil couldn’t help but pull him in for a kiss, whining at how fiery and passionate it was slowly becoming. The alpha then broke it so he could press hot kisses down Virgil’s body, their scents mingling together as a faint smile came to his lips.

It amazed him how just one year can bring about so many changes…and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides AU #A Royal Bond AU #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Prinxiety #mpreg tw

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hello i just got home if you dont tell me everything ever about your dragon age ocs right now im stealing ur cat xoxo

socks i love you but i can not for the life of me not throttle you for sending me such a vague question

url lavellan was first to his clans keeper and Hated it because it isolated him from the other cool kids and he didnt want the responsibility . he ran away from home like three times and came back with newer, worse injuries like every time like a sad baby. that thing where he meets sebastian da2 post-da2 isnt an au, that actually happened in his canon and they are in love. when he gets got by the fade rift he Hates it for not andrastian reasons and for genuinely i dont want to lead your inqusition reasons but hes also just gonna have fun with it because it gets him out of the house. just wants to Explore and Live His Best Life but keeps getting dragged down by That Motherfucker, Cory. mage-friendly because he is one. dating dorian for i am gay and rude and he is pretty and rude reasons. after losing his arm mr url forms a new one out of rock parts and electricity, so Watch Out!

i cant remember SHIT about my travelyan i think he was just like. Big. Kind. Gentle. Longbow. dating bull because again i am a home of sexual. templar route because i was curious, and honestly that route was kinda fun. there is 1 valid templar and i forgot his name but he was there and wonderful.

ALOW lavellan is a hunter for his clan cause i see a bow and i lose it. june vallaslin because i love crafts. v loyal to his clan and very HATING the inquisition. like he will not say a Word to Anyone in any official capacity , wont answer questions wont acknowledge awe or compliments, wont give the big speeches or try to gain favor. he tried to leave the day he woke up in haven but solas, the bastard, convinced him to stay by being kinda smart and most importantly, an elf. mage-friendly because i hate templars and he probably does too as yk. a dalish elf. gets along-ish with most of the companions after a while because hes angry and frustrated but he understands that however he feels this is something that only he can do, and these people are trying to help, even if they wont fucking stop talking about their religion like he cares. varric's disgusting son boy. bull's boyfriend, has heard him speak the most words and made him laugh at the most jokes. sera's friend because theyre both short and vicious. blackwall's friend because theyre both vaguely standoffish and dont like a crowd so they end up wallflowering in the same room a lot. writes josephine little notes about how xyz needs changing, thanks her later but not spilling all the ink in skyhold on cullens desk again. etc etc. sees a mission n goes this is a tiddies out kind of mission.

#not art #answers #yardeens #ocs #da

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your post abt iron bull and dorian really hit me. its lovely and so well written. something that bothers me tho...is as a gay man, ill never experience that relationship in my game. if you play as an mlm, you stop that relationship from ever blooming and...im sure im just overly sensitive lol, but it does hurt my heart. like the only way for my friends to all be happy and grow as people is to be alone and let them fall in love. its rough.

Hi anon! Aw, thanks for the compliment ^^ It warms my heart that what I've written spoke to you <3

Okay so, I'm personally not as familiar with the Bull or Dorian Inquisitor romance routes, so I can't really speak to how well (or not) those are written, but I'd hope that they're written well enough that there's a lot of merit in those relationships both for the player/player character as well for the love interest, where you'd be able to see some element of the "hoping we're good for each other" there as well. That would just be the function of a well-written game and story module.

Taking it more on a Watsonian/immersion kind of level, yeah I'm sure it is tough to feel like you're choosing yourself at the expense of someone else, especially someone else you also care about. But- and although yes video games are limited in their storytelling capacity to the confines of their pre-programming so you'd be stepping into the realm of extracanonic exploration here - I don't think you choosing to romance one of them means you're cutting off any and all possibility of happiness or growth for the other. You may not get to see it realized in game canon since the storytelling in the video game is limited to what is pre-programmed, and it being a player-centered rpg means that the priority will be around the player character. But I think we can take the hints from Trespasser and the Epilogue of each companion character going on to live their own lives away from the Inquisitor and extend that to personal relationships and other types of personal fulfillment as well outside the confines of a player-centered body of canon. Plus, there's types of personal fulfillment and ways to grow as people beyond the vehicle of romantic relationships.

Like, on that note/in that vein, I do think each of them has great potential to work on themselves even without the other, and to do well in a relationship with other people as well. There's things that Dorian and Bull tease out in each other that I spend a lot of time and focus on of course, but I think there's aspects of each of them that could be teased out by a different kind of person in a different kind of relationship, too. For example, I think either of them might well be served by a love interest who is very straightforward and artless so they can learn that they don't necessarily have to be "on" all the time, and that they're capable to being loved by someone who is this sweet and genuine and being good for them in turn without it all being some sort of calculation or challenge. That could be something interesting to explore and see where it takes each of them. If we're talking characters in a relationship fitting together like two puzzle pieces, well, most standard puzzle pieces have four sides, which already indicates four different ways that four different pieces could fit together and lock in quite as well as any of the others. Each configuration would look different from the other, but no one configuration would not necessarily be "better" or "worse" than any other from an "objective" standpoint, and from a subjective standpoint, preference for one over the other would just be down to personal taste. And then of course there's deep meaningful things that people give and take out of friendships and other types of non-romantic relationships as well.

So yes, I spend a lot of time thinking about and talking about Adoribull because they're the ones I know and care about and have a preferential bias towards, and yes I think the ways they work together are so so compelling to me- but that doesn't mean that they don't work without the other, or that they can't work with anyone else. Or that you should feel guilty for romancing one of them, really. The thing about DA:I being a video game is, well, at the end of the day it IS a player character-centered rpg. And so the characters thereof are there for you as the player. And that's not a bad thing, that's exactly what it's supposed to do, and it does serve an important function and purpose, because you're important too. And hey, the fact that Adoribull is even a possible bg option- that's a bonus for people like me, who would rather live vicariously through exploring their relationship and the meaning we take or make from it, rather than being the ones doing the romancing ourselves :P

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danjaley · 7 years ago

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HELL YEAH HELL YEAH. Those could be really useful for catching and cheering poses too!

I think so too! One of these posepacks start off very specific and end up universally useful :) sims3medieval replied to your photoset “Dorian: That will teach her to play billiard instead of doing the work...”

Oh my goodness!!

And that was not even the drama I have intended him to create!!

sims3medieval replied to your photoset “After some technical squabble the problem was solved though and the...”

How did You get a maid inside the house?;-)

Basically they’re running their own restaurant with Ani’s Business as Unusual mod. I explained a bit more about it here. http://danjaley.tumblr.com/post/147597500282/for-the-first-time-im-really-really-happy-with sims3medieval replied to your photoset “Clarissa: You have heard I got engaged to Mr Greystone, I suppose?...”

Uh oh! Also Can i just say how much i enjoy your victorian kind of legacy? ❤️

And I enjoy your medieval one! sims3medieval replied to your photoset “Clarissa: Excuse my inquisitiveness, but is there anything I should...”

Dorian;-)

Prince Arthur in your new story reminded me so much of Dorian yesterday, when I was queuing this! But I guess it’s the hairstyle, rather than the behaviour! :) tyrellsimsoficeandfire replied to your photo “Good news: I finally managed to get inspiration back and my...”

I'm happy Lawrence, can still make an appearance.

So am I! And in a smaller he’ll get much less of an opportunity to evade the spotlight! (As the never-to-be-seen Alec Finborough did...) trembling-hands replied to your photoset “Mini-Skelly! <3”

😍

Aww, finally someone who understands me! ;) aminovas replied to your photo “Wizard: We must find the Evil Wizard! There is no other way! But not...”

oh my this is so cool, I need to stop reading until I have time to take this in chronologically!

Omg, this makes me feel like a real author!

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset “Mini-Skelly! <3”

Don't tell me this is what happens when someone actually made a Llama Fur Coat????

That’s too horrible to imagine!! 😱

mentally-restless replied to your photoset “Handkiss Poses Request by @parystrange 2m has closed eyes, 2m2 is...”

Once again, thank you!

effiethejay replied to your photoset “Handkiss Poses Request by @parystrange 2m has closed eyes, 2m2 is...”

I always love your pose. Thank you!

parystrange replied to your photoset “Handkiss Poses Request by @parystrange 2m has closed eyes, 2m2 is...”

Oh they're beautiful !! Thank you so much *squee* <3

tyrellsimsoficeandfire replied to your photoset “Handkiss Poses Request by @parystrange 2m has closed eyes, 2m2 is...”

Thank you ❤️

lifeasasim replied to your photoset “Photowall Poses Something I made for personal use and then didn’t end...”

So adorable

Aww, Thanks!

amphorasims replied to your photoset

Such pretty pictures! The landscape is a large reason why Dragon Valley is one of my favorite worlds :)

mentally-restless replied to your photoset

Beautiful ��

declarations-of-drama replied to your photoset

This is such unique gameplay. Really beautiful work

trembling-hands replied to your photoset

omg these views

I wholeheartedly agree with Amphorasims! Possibly my favourite EA world overall. nornities replied to your photoset “Wizard: This went well, huh? Lorelei: Quick, hide me! The horses must...”

How cute is that! :)

🖤 lifeasasim replied to your photoset “Demon Deer: *crumples to ashes* [I have no idea what happened there]”

😨

Same here! trembling-hands replied to your photo “When suddenly… Lorelei (hiding under wizard’s hat): It’s a four-armed...”

lol

nornities replied to your photo “When suddenly… Lorelei (hiding under wizard’s hat): It’s a four-armed...”

Lol... Sims 3 at it's best :)

That’s exactly what I meant by “badly engineered zombie-apokalypse”! shooflee-sims replied to your post “Tumblr, I don’t mind adds in the app so very much; but STOP showing me...”

Lol.

nornities replied to your post “Tumblr, I don’t mind adds in the app so very much; but STOP showing me...”

I really hope there will be x-kit (or something similar) for tumblr app, too :/

That’d be awesome! (But it did stop showing me the post after I complained!) shooflee-sims replied to your photoset “Wizard: Great Unicorn, I could see you much better if this forsaken...”

Random thought: skeletal horse would be an amazing unicorn

Absolutely agree! I think I’ve even seen some floating around on the exchange or as downloads!

#sutzrainbow #replypost #saviorhide #sims3medieval #tyrellsimsoficeandfire #trembling-hands #aminovas #lifeasasim #declarations-of-drama #mentally-restless #effiethejay #parystrange #amphorasims #nornities #shooflee-sims

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Two months has passed as they continued to work together until they finish the movie and gained so much awards and credit.

"Woohoo!!! Guys! Let's party! We all deserve it for all the hard work!" Director said.

"I think you guys need to talk about something. I don't know but while working with the both of you, we all feel sexual tension in the air." The celebrity Catherine said to Gisela when she noticed that Dorian is eyeing her from afar.

"H-he thinks he's so hot that he can get everyone. Though he told me he had indecent proposals in the past, 3 SMS, 4 Calls, 6 DMs, and 2 missed calls... He's not that hot." Gisela told the actress.

"Woah, so updated, are we?" Catherine gave Gisela a knowing look and a knowing smile.

"Can we talk?" After the Dorian's invitation, he and Gisela went to the nearest park.

"Whenever, I see that sand box, I remember Plage Solitaire. The most peaceful beach on the planet." Gisela just nodded to what Dorian said.

"I-im sorry." They both said in unison.

Then, they laughed a bit with embarrassment.

"L-listen-..." They said again in chorus.

"You go first." Dorian said.

"No. You should go first." Gisela said.

"Uhm, here you go... C-can we be together?" Dorian asked Gisela who shed tears immediately with the question.

"You don't understand. You don't wanna be with someone so-called 'Damaged Good'. I don't want you to regret it. You don't wanna be with me. You don't need to due to pity. You don't-..." Gisela's anxiety is overwhelmingly obvious.

"We do not know those things yet. Those are 'What ifs', you're far from a 'Damaged Good'. For me, you're a beautiful 'Work-in-progress' and hell, despite the controversies I had, I'm still in good condition, whatever you're going through, I will go through it with you. Whatever you're thinking, I'll help you overcome it. If there's someone who can try and understand you, that's me. For me, this isn't the time to waste time and fool around, this is not like the roles I play, this is real. You are real. I don't care how hard it is but no matter what, I wanna be a part of something so beautiful... A part of your plans in the future. Please. For old times' sake, let me be with you all the way." Gisela, lost for words nodded crying as Dorian also shed tears.

"Gisela, thank you. I love you..." Dorian whispered to Gisela as he caress the woman's hair, embracing her long and tight enough to make her feel safe.

"Let me drive you home." Dorian told Gisela.

They both started living under one roof at Dorian's condominium unit.

One morning, as they're lying on the bed, Dorian hesitantly asked about Gisela's list...

"Dear Piggy... A-are you still gonna continue with that list?" She showed him the list seeing number '6' crossed out.

"Back in the beach, I haven't really finished the list yet. Now, it's done. I actually skipped on number '6' and went straight to number 7, 8, 9 and 10. 'Cause you're not just any random guy... Technically you're my little Dino, but... You're the one." Dorian checked the list out due to his curiosity.

1. Earn a lot for the future. ✓

2. Quit the medical industry. ✓

3. Spend more time with the only family - Merian. ✓

4. Finish writing my novels and posting it to my writing/social platforms. ✓

5. Buy a house in Plage Solitaire at a chosen paradise to 'live and die' for. ✓

6. Have virginity taken by a random guy and leave him clueless afterwards. *Skip this part.* ✗✗

7. Get a writing job. ✔

8. Take care and fully pay insurance. ✅

9. Have the one closest to my heart, help me choose a casket and designs for the tomb.

Plus, choose a church for the blessing and perfect spot in the graveyard/cemetery.

10. Chose a great necrological service speaker. I want a great Eulogy.

Dorian just looked carefully at Gisela's face and embraced her tightly.

Then, she spoke...

"I know. I'm a weirdo." Gisela told Dorian.

"Piggy... You're kinda like scaring me with these things but if this is the way I can be with you, I'll understand, process and digest every single bit of it. I'm not even gonna ask you why you made this list in the first place but if you're ready to not give up on life, I'm gonna go with you if you decided to get yourself checked." Dorian said.

"I'll tell you when the time comes..." Gisela said.

The couple decided to go shopping.

No ordinary shopping but he's only doing it for Gisela even if he doesn't wanna consider the thought.

"You know what? I think this one will be okay. Ah! I know! Maybe I can also have a reservation my own. Same color as I've chosen for you. So when the time comes... We're still gonna go as a couple. Even if it's the after-life." Dorian joked a bit.

"Don't. Even though, couple shirts, couple rings and other couple stuff might be cute, I don't want you to think about a couple casket. You're a born villain. And villains don't die unless it's passed hundreds of years already. Plus, they don't even age. Time flies for them gracefully like a bloodline of a vampire." Gisela joked him back.

The next stop is to the cemetery.

They're choosing tomb designs.

"This is perfect, 'In loving memories of...-" Gisela was cut of.

"We can choose the designs Piggy but it's good to personalize those messages." Dorian said as he wrote things down on a paper.

You have lived a life full of love.

Soon, we'll meet and love again up above.

To the place where there is never-ending peace.

Love,

Your Dorian

Gisela smiled at Dorian and they went to the cemetery.

Gisela insisted to choose a spot.

"This spot is nice. The one near the tree." She said.

"I would already reserve those two spots next to each other. So that I can lie down with you forever when the time comes..." Dorian said Gisela shed tears and hugged Dorian.

"I don't wanna take you in this journey with me. You're not welcome this early to where I'm heading. Sorry for being so difficult but thank you for having number 9 checked off my list." Gisela said as she embraces her boyfriend.

A day after Dorian's shoot, he went home to Gisela and the house was empty.

Their things are scattered all over the floor.

The entire house was messy.

But...

There are no traces of Gisela everywhere.

She's missing.

"My dearest, why end up dodging the bullet once more? Running away and hiding again on me like that." Dorian whispered.

He searched everywhere for her and in a place he thought Gisela would go to.

"She's not here. She went through a deep trauma after she saw her parents died in the car accident. I know my cousin can be a handful, but please, don't give up on her." Merian said.

Dorian just nodded and headed off.

Dorian did not bring his car along to find Gisela in the hardest and most hidden places in the city.

As he was walking along the subway...

He found a cying woman.

With hands on her head and her hair covering her face.

Her hairs are tangled and all over the place.

Her skin's full of dirt.

When Dorian tried to look at the woman's face, he was shocked.

It was Gisela.

He brought the woman home and cleaned her up.

She fell asleep crying.

As soon as the woman woke up, she said she's gonna use the toilet.

"You sure you can stand?" Dorian asked. The woman just mindlessly nodded.

Dorian thought to check on Gisela when she's taking too long.

He did not lose hope until this sight.

He found Gisela lying unconsciously on the bathroom floor.

"Gisela!!!" He lifted the woman and brought her to the nearest hospital.

Dorian waited for hours for a doctor to come up to him and say that Gisela's okay.

"A-are you with her?" Dorian nodded as the doctor approached him.

"I'm doctor Ariel James Devant, Psychologist." The doctor introduced himself.

"We did not ask for a Psychologist, we need a Physician to have Gisela checked!!!" Dorian almost lost it.

"She's not physically sick. Not until now. We have pulled up a few counselling records of Gisela. In fact, I was her batchmate in Med-school, she quit and did not finish Med-school. So she just continued being a nurse. Because of her parent's car crash, her parents died in front of her in a car accident. She then became my first patient. I have checked on Gisela a few times and she never went back to the clinic afterwards. She's so indenial that something's physically wrong with her and insistent that she's nearing death, that she shuts down people who wanna have her checked by a professional or by any doctor. She has been diagnosed with constant fear of death that it lead to a severe case of anxiety." Doctor James said.

Dorian was not able to process what's happening and could not speak.

"People who has Thanatophobia, would not like to talk about death for it has caused them depression. On her case, it's different. For that's the only thing she wanna focus and talk about out of fear. Like her whole entire world revolves on the thought that she might, oh sorry, that she 'WILL' die. She already decided that for herself. Anxiety took a toll on her that her brain was mentally pausing because of too much stress, overwhelming worry, overthinking and unshown worry, sometimes this can cause nausea and problems with balancing." The same doctor continued talking.

"Maybe this is the reason why she 'slipped' in the bathroom. She lost consciouness in the bathroom because she might have hit her head on the floor. Now, there's internal bleeding, we need to have an operation ASAP to prevent brain mass. You have to prepare because the operation is risky, after that, she may go under a few days, weeks or even months in coma. Worst case is never to wake up." Another doctor spoke.

"My apologies, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is doctor Jessie Ulysis Voltaire. Neurologist and Physicist." He introduced.

After that, they all worked on Gisela's operation.

They spent hours to finish it and what they said was true...

Gisela fell into a coma for weeks now and counting.

Dorian held the woman's hand in his...

He got a Pig and a Dinosaur stuffed-toy that he put on the hospital bed beside her.

"Do you remember this Dear Piggy? You're Dinosaur's here to wake you up. You're my nurse. You shouldn't be lying there for a long time, at that bed. You're supposed to be the one who's taking care of me." Dorian said.

The woman was just unresponsive.

She was still deep asleep.

"You should have told me what you're going through. I should have understand. A-are you punishing me for loving you so much?" He said, sheding tears as he kissed the back of Gisela's hand.

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propshophannah · 7 years ago

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Obviously everyone's fucking pissed about TOD because "SJM just keeps fucking up" but what are your thoughts? Personally, I quite liked it.

Yeah. I liked it. There where moments where I was like, “Who tf is on this editing team that should have caught that and been like you’ll get slaughtered for this?” But overall I thought it was a good book.

There was stuff in the beginning that was her trying to blend culture and it read like she picked and chose what it was she wanted from an existing culture and then slapped it onto a page, but by the end, for me at least, it came together. It was rough in the beginning though and there were moments when I had to remind myself that this was her trying to be better. And I’m honestly not sure where I draw the hard line on cultural appropriation. But again, by the end of the book it stopped reading like she was *trying* and it started to flow seamlessly. For me at least.

I enjoyed the slow burn of all the ships and I FUCKING LOVED Chaol’s arc. It was angsty enough and it fully explained what all the Chaol fans already knew about his character and his reasons for acting the way he did. But I was glad she fully explained stuff (even though at times I found myself wishing she’d have left it for the reader to gather/know from her hints). But I also get that he is a character she loves and she wanted to explain to all the haters—and people who just didn’t get his actions—his motivations for acting the way he did.

Hypermasculinity is her brand. I know that when I open a Maas book, that’s what I’m getting. So I can’t fault her for that. If that’s something that makes people mad, then that’s a problem with them. We can’t change other people, but we can change ourselves. If hypermasculinity is not something you can deal with, then stop reading her books. Change your own behaviors. Don’t try to change Maas. That’s like complaining to your kitchen table for being a table when you want it to be a chair. It was always a table, it’s not fair to ask to suddenly be a chair. That’s on you. Not the table. Lol.

There was some stuff that was repetitive and dragged on for me that I personally would have changed or edited out. But I ain’t judging. THose things included references to Chaol’s back muscles (LOL @rufousnmacska ), Yrene healing similar back injuries with the horse riding clans, and yeah by the end that last big “I broke my oath to Nesryn” thing was a tad annoying/over done to me. But I LOVED the angst. I was just over that particular aspect of it.

It was slow for me in the beginning. But once it got going I enjoyed it. I thought she did a good job with Chaol’s recovery. His actions and inner thoughts were very believable and realistic to me. And I liked how she used the darkness in his spine as a metaphor for the darkness in him. And I did like how she showed that him not loving himself or feeling good about himself or worthy of self love and respect was his biggest roadblock. That’s one of the things that makes him so relatable to me in this series. He’s a legit human and he doesn’t get all the fancyshmancy arcs and stuff that Aelin or Dorian get. He has always had to dig deep. And I liked that we got that through and through.

I LOVED NESRYN’S ARC. AND I SWEAR TO FUCKIN GOD IF I SEE ANOTHER IDIOT POSTING ABOUT HOW IT WAS “anti emigration or immigration” IM GONNA START THROWING SHIT. LOL. I already posted about how disgusting and toxic that shit is ESPECIALLY from people who can’t think outside their privilege.

I’m fucking excited for Kadara and Abraxos to meet! LIKE REALLLY EXCITED.

I SMELL A SPIN OFF WITH BORTE AND FALKAN AND YERAN (that probably includes Nesryn and Sartaq). AND IM HERE FOR ALL OF IT. (Just please for the love of god don’t let the last book turn into acowar. Let the original story go and end the way it was always planned!)

I’m more convinced now that Dorian and Manon are mates/connected. I’d add the Chaol and Yrene “thread” to my post listing the evidence for that. Lol.

The ending dragged on for me a bit. After Duva and Nestaq/Sarryn I was getting annoyed. But that’s just me. And also because it was a descent book, but it had a lot of filler. It could have been 100 pages shorter and been great. And part of that was that Maas spent more time describing things in this book and that’s not what I’m used to with her writing so it bugged me. I like her cuz she gets to the point quickly and then stuff starts rolling. This was paced a LOT slower. So sometimes I was hooked and other times my A.D.D. had me like “You can skim this. JUST SKIM IT!” So I had to just put it down and walk away so that I wouldn’t skim it. LOL.

I SCREAMED WHEN CHAOL FOUND OUT ABOUT THE WITCHES COMING TO HELP DORIAN AND THEM! I MEAN SCREAMED! That’s honestly ALL I WANTED from this book. ALL. And when Nes was like no it was definitely the thirteen I was like HELL YES IT WAS!

My mind is honestly ALIVE with thoughts of any other covens that may have heard about that battle and chosen to defect and follow Manon. I feel like I would expect that from Petrah, but also Manon was ALWAYS nice to the other Blackbeak covens. She gave them chances to prove themselves and helped them to fight. So I wonder if any of them said “fuck the Matron, we fly for Manon,” and tried to escape Morath to find the Thirteen to join up?! 💀💔🗑

Pretty sure Yrene is Crochan. Pretty excited she’s mixed race too.

I’m a Hasar fan. I was a bit skeptical at first. There were some iffy/cringe worthy moments for me, but by the end I felt like Maas did a good job showing the nuance and not exploiting her.

Um. Um. Um. I think that’s it for right now. Im sure I have other thoughts on it overall. But these are the thoughts I can remember!

#tod spoilers

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kinda went off the rail yesterday and made a dragon age elf oc called Micah, who is based on gwindor and I plan this elf’s story into finley lavellan’s story arc in inquisition and now i decided that after my lavellan and dorian breaks up one year post-trespasser in this fanfic arc i planned for them, they aren’t gonna get back together by the end of the fic. instead, my lavellan is gonna keep taking a break from this relationship and im gonna leave it open like that. like, im not sure if i wanna ship my lavellan with this Micah (whom i actually really love right now), but lavellan x dorian is making less and less sense the more i think about it. And honestly, i dont think any sort of development dorian can have would change anything substantially.

i always have a rough time writing lavellan x dorian, cause the fact that dorian is tevinter, the fact that he shares kinship with slavers and slave owners is just always fucking ridiculous on its own. And given that lavellan is an elf in dragon age universe and there is this history of tevinters enslaving his ancestors and enacting literal and cultural genocide against his people, i always have a hard time justifying lavellan falling in love with dorian and im pretty sure other ppl has that problem too. Also, even though dorian is the head of his house now, we still dont know if he dismisses the goddamn slaves his parents owned, so there is also this bullshit. Then there is dorian “i almost definitely slept with elven sex slaves in the elven slums--who are either socially marginalized people forced into sex work or victims of sex trafficking” pavus talking about how slavery isn’t that bad in tevinter, and then turn around and wax poetic about how same-gender relationships aren’t meant to be about love in tevinter wah wah wah. Anybody who read the codex entry on tevinter culture in da:i knows that same-gender relationships are only frowned upon in tevinter imperium when it disrupts the cis-heterosexual political marriages between noble mage houses, same-gender sex and relationships are in fact ENCOURAGED in tevinter when it happens between slave owners and their slaves. so yeah, i said dorian has never been a fucking victim before, well, this is why. sexuality and class privilege/oppression are intertwined in real world and in fictional universes that mirrored the real world and believe or not, being the top of social hierarchy means dorian got the better end of the bargain. he said, oh, “anything between two men, it’s about pleasure”. yeah, specifically a slaver owner’s pleasure in violating and further dehumanizing a person lol!!! but sure dorian you are so fucking oppressed. im just. i have been wary before, of dorian. because of this slavery thing, and i never really talked abt why. and im just. i am even more wary now. and i still like dorian i guess, but, lmao. i just can’t make lavellan and dorian some sort of great love story, cause it really ain’t one. lavellan fell in love with dorian cause i insisted on having romance interests in every single one of my dragon age playthroughs--especially when it’s a canon one, but honestly he really shouldn’t have. in my fic, they broke up cause finley lavellan knew dorian used to whore around in tevinter’s elven slums/alienages, and someone lied to lavellan and said that dorian is still doing that with lavellan living at his estate, and even though lavellan knew abt the truth later, he still felt gross about sharing a bed with someone who slept with potential victims of sex trafficking, so, they are taking a break for now. it’s just bad ok, lavellan is also in the right, ok. fuck knows whats gonna happen in da4, i doubt it’d change anything--and that’s speaking on the pretence that dorian will even be involved in da4. i have this headcanon abt lavellan crafting a pair of rings for him and dorian in his forge as their engagement rings, i will retain that headcanon about the engagement rings, but the ring might not be for dorian. anyways this is elf oc is based on gwindor, and gwindor’s story is that he was an elven lord (presumably a noldor elf) of hidden kingdom of nagathrond, and he was a valiant and fierce warrior who literally charged inside The Devil Himself (morgoth)’s stronghold with his company after his little brother was brutally executed (god. poor gelmlir) in front of the elven host, unfortunately for him, everybody in his company is killed and he alone was captured and enslaved and forced to work in morgoth’s mine for 14 years. apparently during the 14 years, he was “mutilated”, his hair turned grey during the process, and the experience “sapped his strength” (i think it’s like, spiritual strength, cause it seems elves in tolkien universe draws strength and power of all kinds from their fea aka their spirit). he eventually escaped and he lost his hand in the process, and almost died from losing the goddamn hand, but then he got rescued by another elf. BUT this elf (beleg) got accidentally stabbed to death by his disaster of a human best friend soon after. And gwindor, who’s already dealing with a truck load of trauma himself, was kind enough to comfort and and guide this disaster human dude (who went in shock cause he can’t accept what he did with his own damn hands) and brought him to nagthrond aka his home. but when gwindor needed love and support the most from his loved ones, they all stop listening to him and he lost his previous influence on his people and nobody is there to help him through his trauma, and he ended up feeling like he’s unfit to be loved, which is bullshit. eventually this disaster human dude’s dumbass advice got him and everybody he loved killed. And i was like it’s pretty bullshit that this obviously traumatized character is ostracized from his community for being traumatized, instead of getting the love and support he deserves and i said thats bullshit because in this house traumatized people get to have live happily ever after. so my desire to make gwindor happy inspires the creation of this elf oc. now dragon age elves can’t really be lords or ladies or prince or princess, but the keeper and the keeper’s children are usually descendants of the elven nobilities of the dales, so, that should be close enough. Also i want more dalish mage characters anyways. This elf oc is a dalish mage, his name is Micah and he’s the First of his clan, as matter of fact. I wouldn’t say he’s exactly like merrill, but he does have merrill’s hair colour (dark raven hair but his hair is long), merrill’s eyes (more hazel than just green, but yeah) and merrill’s skin tone (light/pale). he’s also the more studio type, like merrill, and has a more bubbly personality than either of my lavellans. This dalish mage used to love the fade, and he loved the ancient songs he witnessed in the fade the most. Micah also has a beautiful voice and he’s very good at singing and he always carries a little lute with him to accompany his tunes. When he’s not nose deep in tomes about spells and magical theories and ancient texts, he’s out singing in the woods with his lute--he only performs in front of his family or his closest childhood friends since he’s not a people person. While finley lavellan has this appearance of gentleness, he can be quite ruthless and cold. And lavellan is more of a natural leader type of person. Micah, on the other hand, is truly a soft and gentle soul and is really not the kind to truly be a leader of any kind.

so what happened is that, Micah is from a clan that’s always travelling around ferelden. they settled around denerium when the fifth blight broke out (that was events of da:o), but specifically he went to the denerium alienage to trade some goods with the shop keepers at least two weeks prior to the warden’s arrival at the alienage. However, he noticed the presences of the tevinters, become worried for the alienage’s safety since he suspects these are slavers, and he’s locked in the quarantine inside because of the spread of the plague. shianni found him trying to warn the sick alienage residents and shared her concern, but at the time shianni is just suspicious and not openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences. now in da:o, im pretty sure if you are an elf warden at least, you can feign sickness and get “admitted” in, but then you’d get stripped of your belongings and had to fight 14 tevinter enemies with literally no weapon so im pretty sure you weren’t supposed to do that (i did that cause i was a dumbass). so what happens is that Micah tried doing that, he ended up fighting a dozen and more soldiers with no weapon or any sort and was quickly subdued. And he was shipped away with the rest of alienage residents before the warden ever got to confront the tevinter slavers unfortunately. he just turned 20. Then after his disappearance, shianni becomes more openly oppose to the tevinters’ presences at the alienage since she’s more convinced that something fishy is going on. so...a tevinter magister had him....for 10 years. that guy is a blood mage and he’s also like, basically danarius. so like, a demon. Not gonna go into detail about what happened because i dont like to talk too much about actual events that caused the traumas, i just wanna talk about the recovery and dealing with the trauma. but, basically, micah revealed right away that he is a mage, hoping the status of being a mage’d get him released in tevinter but that didn’t happen and the magister kept using his blood to fuel his spells, since his blood is potent with magic. later, the magister also experimented on him with semi-refined lyrium to make his blood even more potent but the experimentation failed and permanently blinded Micah and turned his hair white and he received a long scar from the left eye that goes straight down to his lips and continues down the right half of his torso. Basically, instead of losing a hand like gwindor, Micah lost his sight. And apparently, in canon, king maric got captured by this tevinter blood mage magister dude and alistair had to go and save him or whatever but king maric was hooked to this machine and trapped in this dream-state in the fade so that the blood mage can use his blood and life force to fuel spells. so after Micah is blinded and disfigured and deemed not as “useful” as he is before, what happened to king maric sort of happened to him, but he didn’t spend long enough time hook to the machine so he isn’t gonna die once he’s unhooked from the machine. for a while, Micah doesn’t even know he was trapped in a dream, and when he realizes he’s trapped in the fade, he couldn’t get out and back into his body. Events of inquisition start to happen, this tevinter magister is obviously a venatori, and he went south after the inquisition started to fight the venatori everywhere, probably as reinforcement. he brought Micah with him. And i think my lavellan either confronted this blood mage at hissing wastes (maybe it’s the moutaintop camp? maybe it’s after you cleared out the venatori at hissing waste and he came as reinforcement?). not to digress but i’d love to fight a blood mage in inquisition but that was not meant to be, so it’s happening in this oc fanfic scenario. Inquisitor finley lavellan had a very hard time trying to get to this guy, and know he’s a quite a powerful mage, and he is forced to retreat with his companions and inquisiton soldiers to the camp. This time lavellan decided to sneak in while his party member created a distraction outside, and once inside the camp, he discovered poor micah hooked to a machine--presumably the source of the magister’s power. pegging the machine as something that traps the elf in the fade, lavellan connects himself to the machine and went to find micah in the fade. With lavellan’s help, micah is able to break away from the eternal dream and wake up. his body is obviously frail from spending a few years immobile, so lavellan tried to sneak out with micah in his arms but they were confronted by the magister who brought numerous archers and ambushed them at the lobby (inside some mountain at hissing waste), lavellan opened one or two rifts to suck in the archers, and petrified the magister with earth magic enhanced by the anchor’s connection to the fade (the magister is immobile and his flesh is slowly hardening from the earth magic but he’s alive and acutely and painfully aware of what’s happening to his body). Micah is the one who got the tear the magister from limb to limb with his own magic and explode him into chunks of meat, avenging the abuse that’s done to him. and finley brought micah with him to skyhold and there he rests and recovers. finley, inquisition mages (not dorian though, him being tevinter mage and a mediocre healer and all, it’s more like, vivenne and solas actually) all help to nurture him back to health. he become healthy again, even though he is still blind and his hair remains the same grey white colour and the scar that disfigured his face is unremovable. Micah unfortunately becomes afraid of the fade and hates it when he dreams, sometime he’d wake up terrified, not knowing if he wakes up from a dream or if he just drops into one. It was with finley’s help that he become more aware of what’s dream and what’s reality. while Micah’s at skyhold, micah and finley becomes good friends as finley constantly visits him and even brings him a lute after knowing micah loves to play and sings. they become close enough that micah is comfortable singing to finley. micah didn’t get involved with inquisition business while he’s recovering, however, he did discover a way to “see” with the tap of his feet and sounds bouncing off object, kinda like how toph (btw i love toph) “see” with passive earth bending. i like to think micah always favours earth magic and telekinesis and rarely uses other elemental magic. Micah ends up combining his telekinesis skills with a form of weaponizing sounds (it’s sound bending lmao) and develops something very close to the force mage specialization in da 2. aka pushing people off with force of sound, manipulating gravity. And Micah uses sound to “see”, basically. And singing evolves from a hobby to necessity, since humming/singing or playing an instrument allows him to “see”, so that he’s not trapped in an eternal darkness. with finley’s help, micah finds his way back to his clan still wandering around ferelden and they tearfully welcomed his return after presuming him dead for years. That was like, right after the events of inquisition main game concludes. Then three years later, micah crosses finley again in tevinter out of all places. turns out that micah has seen the dread wolf/solas in the fade and he was offered to join him but micah is loyal to finley and did not answer. More importantly, ever since micah is back, he hate it that everybody pities him. even though his clan loves him still, they treat him like a broken fragile thing who can’t take care of himself. And micah, is able to walk around and goes about his daily business as anybody who has their sights, is sick of people pitying him. The fact that he is no longer the First as he is seen incapable of becoming the keeper angers him (and micah is almost never angry), so he willingly left the clan and started his own journey to find out more about the dread wolf and that journey allows him to cross path with finley again. when micah met finley again, finley has already break up with dorian and now lived in the cottage he built somewhere in the woods at the outskirt of some city. There, they both devised the plan to venture out to ruins of Arlathan as companions to find out the truth about the blight and solas’ plan/stopping solas.

#yolanda talks #finley lavellan

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leonbastralle · 8 years ago

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Reply Reaper - Feb 20th/21st

told ya xD (also I’ll try to get better at these as soon as I get back to posting promise)

fadepixels replied to your photoset

the face paint ♥♥

Just right for the face and occasion!

elvensimming replied to your photoset

These pictures are so adorable. <3

elvensimming replied to your photoset

That face paint is amazing and cute.

All the compliments ;_; thank you! Playing this made me so happy!

fadepixels replied to your photoset

FLOWER

INDEED

fadepixels replied to your photoset “F: Nobody told me dancing is so difficult!”

insert gif of Dorian dancing at the winter place or else

OR ELSE WHAT

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

On the hunt for that booty! XD

basically xD

fadepixels replied to your photoset “F: What? ‘Mild’? D: *shrugs* Must be broken. F: I hope that won’t stop...”

That'll really shock them

fadepixels replied to your photoset “F: What? ‘Mild’? D: *shrugs* Must be broken. F: I hope that won’t stop...”

Why don't we give him ten silk scarves and see what he can do with that

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS IT’S GENIUS

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

Dead. Just dead.

fadepixels replied to your photoset (x11)

cries

sorry ladies ;_;

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “D: So…Felix. Would you like to…you know, be my boyfriend? F: YES! I...”

I think this is an excellent thing.

same ♥

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: Anyone want a kiss? ANYONE IN PARTICULAR?”

I'll take 20.

no, not you xD they’re just for Button!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “F: What? ‘Mild’? D: *shrugs* Must be broken. F: I hope that won’t stop...”

Boys, behave yourselves.

don’t worry xD Dorian’s quite responsible!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Of course, these two are at the festival too!”

Are they going to dance to be their true selves? The King and Queen, of course. ;)

patience, please!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “D: Aren’t you an exceptionally pretty egg!”

Did he find any fancy eggs?

he didn’t, but Button did (I think it was her)! It’s the freezer bunny one I showed later.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “D: AH! THERE YOU ARE!”

The face when they find eggs is adorable af.

there are quite a lot of hidden gems in this game ♥

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “D: Egg? Where are you? Coooome to Dorian, little egg…”

This is why I cheat and hunt the eggs myself. I end up yelling at them to pick up the eggs faster.

xD I have to admit they’re REALLY bad at it.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “It’s Love Day!”

All the love going on!

So much! Almost making me sick xD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Our heiress, everyone. Still making the best faces.”

A+ faces for life.

my blog is like 70% weird faces probably

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Contemplating life and death, I guess.”

same.

me too, I guess, at times xD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “Oops…sorry Fable, I feel like I’ve been neglecting you :/”

THE CALEB CLONE IS COMING THROUGH!!!!!

definitely! I’m so excited for teen and YA :o

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

What's the unhappy face for?

Too many sims in the way, as always xD

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “C: That was one crazy day. I’m glad it’s over. Are you feeling a...”

My little baby is the greatest, and it's well known.

yes yes! I need a Caleb in my life, just maybe without the Mae part!

amixofpixels replied to your photoset

Aww, poor babies.

amixofpixels replied to your photoset “E: *sniffles* Mum…you sure it’s okay if I move out? Like…you are...”

She's going to visit, or is she going into the void?

they’ll be fine, cause yes, she’s gonna visit. I’m keeping her around ♥ for now at least

grumpysimmies replied to your photoset “Contemplating life and death, I guess.”

Brooders are too cute for words!!

tell me about it! I love all the traits that add new facial expression stuff

pxelface replied to your post “Yet Another Ginormous Reply Post”

Aero is a scientist! At least, that the idea I had in mind when I made him, even though he doesn't have any of the traits. But I always pictured him as a scientist, and he fulfilled the 'scientific specialist' LTW in my game

I DIDN’T KNOW!! I’m so proud of myself now xD he and Button definitely need to become lab partners!

pxelface replied to your photoset “Oops…sorry Fable, I feel like I’ve been neglecting you :/”

*endless screaming*

*covers ears*

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: Aren’t you an exceptionally pretty egg!”

insert fabulous picture of solas

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: AH! THERE YOU ARE!”

IF ONLY THE INQUISITOR COULD'VE FOUND HIM THAT FAST

WELL HOW MUCH EFFORT WENT INTO IT WHO RLY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENS IN BETWEEN

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: Egg? Where are you? Coooome to Dorian, little egg…”

well done

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: Egg? Where are you? Coooome to Dorian, little egg…”

SO YES

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: Egg? Where are you? Coooome to Dorian, little egg…”

i saw the notification and screamed like IKKKKKK

fadepixels replied to your photoset “D: Egg? Where are you? Coooome to Dorian, little egg…”

SOLAS IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN IM SORRY DORIAN

I KNEW YOU WOULD LOVE THESE

fadepixels replied to your photoset “Contemplating life and death, I guess.”

same

*adds to the list*

elvensimming replied to your post “Yet Another Ginormous Reply Post”

I actually did not no that fishing in a pool was a kids thing. I think I have only ever had one save with a kid and she got taken by Social Workers very quickly. Well that save was a messed up anyway since her fairy grandmother glitched and died in a wall and I was more focused on getting her mother a boyfriend. LOL

oh dear that sounds terrifying o.o you should definitely try, families are fun!

#fadepixels #elvensimming #amixofpixels #grumpysimmies #pxelface #replies #non-sims #saviorhide

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thegeminisage · 8 years ago

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since i FINALLY finished the comic page im gonna make the poor choice of playing zelda ALL NIGHT get ready for The Longest Post which is full of Big Super Spoilers

since lynel thoroughly kicked my can last night i need defense food and preferably stronger weapons

i technically already had more than enough shock arrows to proceed but i wanna kill him!!!!

LMFAO I JUST COOKED SOMETHING THAT GIVES ME 21 EXTRA HEARTS...HOLY FUCK

okay but in all seriousness i only have like 3 defense things........

i guess i'll try it fuck i dont feel like scouring the world for ironshrooms rn

ok. slept on the bed to get my stamina wheel & 3 hearts, will use my 21 hearts when those run out, got 3 defense things for about 14m of defense, I Can Do This

really i wish i had a one-handed weapon, two-handers are so slow :/

well here we go again :|||

lol why does my heartrate always go up for shit like smh.....

getting better at dodging

ooh he hates my ice arrows

HAHAHA I MOUNTED HIM

maybe i can get a snapchat pic

YES i did i didn't attack him in that perfect moment but hey some thing are more important

NOOO FUCK I DIED

I FORGOT TO REFRESH MY DEFENSE ELIXIR BC I HAD GOTTEN UP AND FORGOT IT WAS ALMOST OUT

JESUS FUCK

im so fucking annoyed lmao i was so close

oh well at least now i can use that whole mount

aaand again

oh. im out of ice arrows.

YIKES i forgot to refresh my thing again just for a sec and almost died

YES i got a perfect dodge purely on accident NICE!!!!

i can see everything from shatterback point, even naydra, but im too scared to jump while the beast is down there

no yk what fuck it. im turning this paraglider around

first tho i really wanna wait to see if i can catch another rainbow...they were so pretty and i lost the other pics i took when i died ):

oh!!! there it is!!!!! and i was just about to give up

ah it last such a short time - but it comes at the same time every day, around 4:05

i'm sure it won;t appear here anymore after the divine beasts knocks it off with the water though, haha

okay.......time to dive

/saves first

AHAHAHA I DID IT

WOW THAT THING IS SO HUGE UP CLOSE BYE

i mean it didnt even move im just Scared. ok

duuude i gave the lynel pic to the lady and got swim pants?! FUCKING SICK where do i get a helm

okay time to go free the divine beast!!

haha wait i came out here without defense stuff. i didn't cook anymore

oh well yolo

or actually this is a game so i live as many times as i want #determination

i do still have some extra hearts left, and stamina, and some healing items, and even some electricity elixirs, sowow!! okay! still huge!!!!!

ah i love sidon so much

he tries so hard and he's so ready and he loves his people so dearly

i bet he's gonna die lol

if it's like, a sage thing, maybe he has to replace mipha if she really is gone

jesus please don't die sidon PLEASE

OH MY GOD I GET TO RIDE ON HIS BACK?

JFC THIS MUSIC IS SO COOL!!!! AAAAKDSHFGKLJ

OH MY GOD HE'S TALKING!!! IN THE FIGHT!!!!! IM CRYING THIS IS SO COOL SKDFHBG

oh my gos he's talking he's talking there's voice acting im literally dying i cant handle!!!!!! this!!!!!! i lvoe him so much

omg omg

dude that was SO cool

and link got to ride on his back and then say goodbye!!! and sidon BELIEVES in him!!!!!!!!!!

god i wish i had gotten the helm before i did this haha i looked up the location but i don't think i can back out now

MIPHA?

MIPHA IS TALKING TO ME??

I CAN HEAR MIPHA'S VOICE

I'M CRYING I KNEW SHE WAS STILL ALIVE

i feel like she's about to die like the old man like Move On but

to see her again!!!!!!! im so emotional

oh my god oh my god

no okay i can leave and i need a second too im gonna go get the helm

apparently theres a quest you can do that doesnt give you the helm but tells you where to find it? but i can do that later rn i just want complete armor

alright nice full set hell yeah

HOLY fuck i was paragliding back and i tried to paraglide over the divine beast and it fucking OBLITERATED ME jesus CHRIST

dude there are these absolutely freaky eyeball things you gotta shoot to get rid of gunk and the music gets all creepy near them lsdksjfgh

oh no i found the cockpit but it's all closed up...is her corpse in there? her ghost? oh my god it says the terminals are unactivated

i'll be honest im a BIT stuck here i hate to have to use a guide, but

NO wait oh my god my runes!!! dumbass

i can lift the bars lol

oh my god the CONTROLS are on???

I CAN MOVE IT?? HOLY SHIT

this map is fucking 3D a 3D map!!!! in the other games they were flat holy shit!!!!

i can even see it moving on the minimap!!! holy FUCK

LMAO i was trying to move this crank with stasis and all along i needed to use magnesis. jesus

uh the music got freaky as fuck after i did the first terminal??? no?? thank you????

LOL YOU GOTTA RIDE THE TRUNK oh my god. oh my god.jesus christ

i am so small. it is so big. oh my god

I FEEL UNSAFE!

who is the boss of this dungeon? there's gotta be a boss

don't tell me i fight it

or the undead mipha

jesus god

i have had to ride this trunk 3 times now and i am not at all comfortable

reminds me of the big windmill in mirror's edge

okay yep i did all the terminals and now the music is downright terrifying!!! nice good Okay

HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT BLUE LIGHT

MIPHA?

NOT MIPHA!!!

"my demise 100 years ago" is she Really gone

omg no mipahs talking to me as i fight!!!

im straight up gonna look up what to do im too weak and defense-potionless to do this the hard way

ooh motherfucker doesnt like my shock arrows and lynel bow ahaha

huh that was actually like SUPER easy compared to some of the other stuff i've done

eeeewwwwww

MIPHA? ARE YOU ALIVE OR DEAD IN THERE? oh god oh god

holy fuck

i straight up just cried

she's a spirit and i thought she was gonna like, move on? which is sad enough

but no she's hanging around to pilot the divine beast from the afterlife

she even talked to it i was so sad it's been her only companion for a century of course she fucking talks to it

and i was staying strong!!! i was!!!!!

but she talked about how she wished she could see her dad again and i cried lmao why does this game give me dad feels of all things

i hope she gets to see her dad one more time too i'm so sad she's really dead and not alive like link

jesus fuck

oooh dorephan's talking about the master sword...gimme gimme gimme!!!

aww he was nice to sidon as everyone should be!!!!

holy shit he's really big?? i didn't realize it but he's like twice link's height JESUS

man. i am fucking wrecked lol

time to...explore...the rest of the province...i guess

i got a trident but i can never use it bc it will break. it was mipha's!!!!

on the other hand all three pieces of armor, my shield, weapon, AND bow are all zora themed i took a pic of myself to remember it by lol bc they will all break

i wonder where i should go after this...?

my brother went up to death mountain but i kinda want to do something different so we have something to tell each other about

but i kinda want to do the same so we don't spoil each other

i also REALLY wanna do the southeastmost province for some reason, all that water

tbh tho im getting ahead of myself i still have lots of this left to cover

it's getting harder to tell where i've already been, haha - when the things had borders and there was less visible that was easier

ooooh mipha's ability brings me back from death and she speaks briefly to me ;_; and it's active again in 23 minutes nice!

so i guess each champion gives you a different one and you can chose which to have active but tbh this one seems like it's gonna be the most helpful already

aww i did a little quest in kakariko to root out a theif and i love the way they built up dorian's past that's so cool

i think i was supposed to be able to pick up that yiga dude's sword tho and it glitched on me bc i was too fast :/

ugh i'm doing this oen shrine puzzle where you have to mount a male deer

and i finally mounted one after losing 10000 times and it was past some hills it wouldn't climb down

every time i find one thats close enough they fucking bolt im so fed up :|

and my sheikah sensor isn't picking up any more so i must have literally scared away all of them. fantastic. what a huge waste of time!! guess i will go somewhere else!

also can't solve the puzzle on how to open the shrine at veiled falls so im just batting a thousand today so much for sidequesting tbqh

FOUND A BLUE MANED LYNEL

SO MUCH NOPE

urgh and a blue hinox

exploring might not be worth my time either tbh

yeah no that's two shrines i haven't been able to open and this has stopped being fun, got one more ridge to explore before im done with this province - and some weird islands waaaay out there too but idk if i can get to them yet, and i'd just as soon wait until i unlocked the one next to them

yyyeah looking at them from here it makes much more sense to explore them when i get to that province

at least im all done with this one!! still plenty of sidequests and stuff, but those i can come back t more easily...it's harder to remember which terrain i have and haven't covered when i don't do it like this

i was thinking about how big the divine beast was when i saw it in the distance and

this sounds nuts but i bet im right - what if that flying island thing is a divine beast. WHAT IF

and that is The Day's Liveblog, more tomorrow, except probably not much bc of stream

#personal #loz liveblogging #botw spoilers #SUPER SPOILERS

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griffinsanddragons · 8 years ago

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hey can you make a post on fanfic review etiquette? im not a native english speaker and feel extremely self conscious when i leave one :^(

I’m not sure if I can make a complete post, but I’ll let you know what I do!

When I review (or comment on) any piece of art, I practice a sort of three-step method:

The true process I use is actually four steps, but the second step can only happen if you’re interacting with the artist.

It’s called the Lerman Method, it actually is meant for direct interaction with an artist (lol) but I’ve adapted it for just about everything I do:

Statement of Meaning.

This is where you comment on something you found interesting or exciting about the story.

If something made you feel some type of way, you tell the writer what you felt, and if you can tell them why you feel that way, do so!:

Examples:

‘I loved the part where Kaidan reunited with this father! I was so upset when he told Shepard he was giving up but I’m glad everything worked out in the end! I could cry!’

‘It was so scary when Meredith tried to kill those mages!’

‘I found it interesting that Dorian feels this way about the Inquisitor now!’

‘Solas is so shady! He’s always acting like he knows it all! Like when he told the Inquisitor [insert quote here] Ugh! I hope they #Expose Him!!’

‘I love how Sera threw the snowballs at Blackwall, I couldn’t stop laughing!’

I usually just leave it at this if I’m writing in the tags but I should try to write more.

And if I can say exactly how something made me feel (that made me excited, I’m so scared, I’m really relieved) I try to say that as opposed to ‘I liked it.’

Of course, I’m only human and I forget sometimes too! It isn’t the end of the world but remembering does make someone very happy!

This is also where I like to point out a particular piece of dialog or a phrase I enjoyed.

‘When you said [insert quote here] This was so beautiful and descriptive!

‘[Insert quote here] This really made me feel bad for Miranda, I’m so sad!’

‘[Insert quote here] I just love Connor so much! He’s so sweet!

‘[Insert quote here] That was so funny!’

and if you know anything about literary devices, you can tell them how much you liked their use of repetition, alliteration, or symbolism or something.

[It goes on so please keep reading]

Neutral Questions

These are statements or questions without an opinion attached to them.

This is where you ask, ‘How’ or ‘Why’ something happens to help you understand something you may have missed or let the writer know something was unclear without being rude.

Example:

‘How does Merrill get her Eluvian to work?’

‘[insert quote here]’ I’m curious as to know what made Aveline say this?’

‘When they kissed, was it real or just in Samantha’s dream?’

‘Where did Cole go at the end?’

This is also helpful when you want to know information about to the writer:

Example:

‘What inspired you to explore Carver’s and Bethany’s relationship?’

Opinions.

This is easy–if you have something nice to say, tell them!

You can either begin or end your comment with this.

Example:

‘I loved it!’

‘This was just a wild ride!’

‘I’m overwhelmed!’

‘fjafjaf;fkfwfmfmafmakfma! Wow!’

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!

But if you have some real constructive criticism you think the writer might benefit from–ask if they want it! You begin your comment with:

‘I have an opinion about [insert topic here]’ then ask 'would you like to hear it?’

The great thing about fanfics is how you can start a conversation with the writer!

So if you end your comment with something like:

‘This was interesting! But I have an opinion about the way Hawke treated Fenris, would you like to hear it?’

You’re giving them the chance to decide whether or not they want to hear you out or not. This isn’t a professional thing, these writers are just doing this for fun.

And that’s it!

I know I wrote something lengthy, but your comment doesn’t have to be.

For example, I would love to receive this sort of comment on AO3:

‘I loved this! The part where Hawke told Anders how much she loved him made me cry! But I’m curious, did she still have the knife in her hand when she hugged him???’

This is an opinion, statement of meaning, then a neutral question.

Example 2:

‘I’m so sad The Warden left Alistair at the end! When she found that rose he gave her in the book I really thought they’d work it out in the end. It’s sad to see them break up :’(

But I’m really excited to see her following her dreams! I hope she finds a cure to the taint!

Will She reunite with him later on?

This was very emotional I enjoyed it so much!’

This is a statement of meaning, neutral question, then opinion.

Of course, it’s understandable if you can’t fit all the points into one review–just using one or two of them is also okay!

Example 3:

‘[Insert line of dialog here]’ The way you described magic was so interesting! What makes you think it works like that?

Statement of Meaning then Neutral Question

Example 4:

I’m emotionally compromised! I can't believe The Inquisitor did that!

There’s a lot of interesting things going on here, but I have an opinion on the way she treats her friends, do you want to hear it?

Statement of Meaning then Opinion

Example 5:

‘[Insert quote here]’ This right here was really interesting! I had no idea she felt that way!

And when you said [insert quote here]’ that so so wild!

And this part! [insert quote] I’m still laughing!’ The alliteration you used really brought it together!

This made me cry and laugh and die, thanks for sharing!

[I can’t wait to see what happens!]

Statement of Meaning, Statement of Meaning, Statement of Meaning, Statement of Meaning [then Opinion]

You can repeat the elements however much you like to make the review as detailed as you want.

Because if you like many things, let them know!

They’ll only thank you for it (and cry tears of joy!)

I usually do this when writing comments/reviews on AO3.

If you can leave a review on every chapter in a long-fic–the writer will cry.

But I, personally, think leaving a large review at the end is cool too!

It all depends on how much time you have.

In case you were wondering, the step I left out was this:

Questions by the Writer.

This can only be done if you’re interacting with the writer directly but it’s still nice to know.

If you’re interacting with the writer, in a chat or something, you could ask them if they have questions for you!

You ask them: “Do you have any questions for me?” And that gives them the chance to ask them about any lingerings doubts or questions they may have. It's really helpful so they know what they can improve on!

So they might ask something like, ‘Did you really think The Warden would Kill Zevran? Did it seem believable? ’ and you’d tell them what you thought and why!

Example:

‘For a second I thought she might! When she started flashing back to her experience with Arl Howe I figured she wouldn’t spare him! I’m so glad she decided to give him a chance!’

If asked something more general like ‘what did you think about the ending?’

I’d make another Statement of Meaning and let them know why:

‘I wasn’t happy with Hawke’s choice to let Bethany die in the deep-roads. I don’t understand why she thought it was better than letting Anders take her to the Wardens!’

But of course, it’s up to you to know what’s an appropriate answer to a question.

It’s actually the 2nd step in the Process but if you’re leaving a review you aren’t typically talking to the writer y’know?

#reviews #fanfiction reviews #how to #i haven't read a fic in such a long time #omg #but this is it #it also works for art #it takes practice #but this is the best method of review i've ever been taught #so i use it when i review everything lol #this one is free

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harmonizedheroine · 8 years ago

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Winter2017

I. Confused - Jan2

Here I am, sitting at the mesmerizing cliffs of dover pretending that I am making decisions that are worthwhile, writing words that I thought could offer me solace. It is my last year here and I fear that there is no clarity near, like I will always be drowning in the same relentless cycle of malcontent.

It’s almost choking me at this point, the thickness of the grime from that past year inching up towards my cranium, threatening to fill up my brain with its thoughtless dark.

But, at the stroke of midnight all of that passed. The silent orb of brightness escaped the shadows and caressed my face… “You’re so beautiful.” I melt under rays of endless summer that promise me joy, joy and nothing more.

I remember, there was a cloudy shine awaiting me outside, but I shouldn’t have left. What if I missed it. The chance, the opportunity, the perfect one.

But, there’s a whole year. A whole year to figure out how I can near my inevitable bliss because I know one day I can reach it. I can achieve happiness and I am willing to persevere whatever obstacles I must in order to do so.

“This is my year,” they all say each year. But, I mean it. This is the year that I take control of my life because fate is passing. I have to do something because if I don’t, who will?

So, this is me…and these are the ramblings of a mad woman. I can’t wait to spend the next year with you and I hope this post grows as long as….the Nile River.

II. Ability - Jan5

I want to be able to…

reach the moon with only the help of one balloon,

break through the walls with a single push…pop,

make my childhood last as long as infinity

time and record the blissful surrender into calamity

witness the dark and passionate affair with a soul that of Dorian’s

worry even the smallest person passing me by

capture the attention of an untamed lion with a gaze

because god only knows what I’d be without you.

III. Weirdo - Jan7

Dude, so apparently it’s #wastemytime2k17 because I have been scammed, yet again. Honestly, it would have been dope if Joanne the Scammer herself had scammed me, but alas...t’was not. So, basically, Nate is over which is a rough situation for me to be in, having had liked him and spent a lot of time with him for several months. I still have his bracelet. He gave me literally $170 worth of Vans and I can’t return a pair because I wore it BUT I plan on returning the other pair because it just feels wrong.

He literally ripped my heart out. I drove to Megan’s after I made up a very smooth excuse that my mom needed me home. It was 2am. It made sense. I just didn’t wanna cry in front him...So, I just dipped. Like...it was just a boozy night. What the heckaroons, 2017 is MY year. People have to stop trying to ruin my year. But, you see, that only ruined my week. I’ll get over it. No one is worth my year. And, in the coming months, I will forget all about it and him. I just need a little bit of time!

Donald Glover’s Weirdo is one of the best one-hour stand-up’s I’ve ever seen. It is insanely funny and I love Donald Glover because he is an absolute gem. It totally repaired my night. And I found out that I’m the bomb. Like what an L for Nate. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. I mean...he doesn’t like Kanye which is like fine whatever I guess I get it. But, then he said he doesn’t like Frank Ocean because he’s too mainstream. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THEN. Also, he’s not into Star Wars??? I was shook.

I found out several things from my time with Nathan. If a boy says he doesn’t like the major things that I like....AKA FRANK FREAKING OCEAN (like who doesn’t like him), then that means that something is up. I also learned that I can be like really nice sometimes or...you know what I’m saying? Like I can be really really nice when people are really really nice to me. Reciprocation was a big takeaway word from this lesson. I honestly think that it ended because cuffing szn has officially concluded. Onto living life to the fullest. This is my year. And I can’t wait to makeout with cute college boys at parties again (haha kidding, but at the same time let me LIVE, mom).

IV. Quirky - Jan11

frick

frickity

frack goes the click clack

goon

fiend

shoots patoots

any form of the word baboon

baboon

baboonery

to be continued….

V. Takeaway - Jan12

I figured from a few posts ago that I learned something or, you know, a lesson from each of the boys that I’ve spent time with, whether short or long or recurring like Megan Fox on New Girl...it’s all a struggle. But, let’s take it from the start!

Ben - Cool cat. All I can take away from this is that we were both fetuses and it was the longest relationship that I’ve ever been in (1 year I think??), yet it wasn’t even one lol. But, he’s the bomb and we’re still really good friends. I guess I can take away from this that exes CAN be besties.

Nick - My on-and-off boyfriend. We’re currently off, obviously, and hopefully forever. I learned from this kiddo that I love funny guys, they’re the best. I was really sad to see junior Nick turn into a douchebag compared to the Nick I knew just a few years before. I learned that I don’t deserved to be cheated on and that boys can be boozy. It was just ratchet. And I’m dope. Also, friends with benefits works only in the rarest of occasions and please don’t enter that sort of relationship with you EX. Bad idea, buddy.

Ethan - He spent more time with video games then paying attention to me. Obviously, the lesson here is that that is completely dumb and I’m dope. Except, it also showed that drummers are my kryptonite (reference one of my two biggest high school crushes: Matthew Butler). But, yeah, I love video games and I can totally play and actually enjoy that shit because...they’re dope. But, it was just boozy.

Ted - Okay, this is the first boy to take me out on dates and it was literally so adorable and I loved how much effort he put into things because he liked me. We went to the city and the zoo and you know all of this cute shit. But, it was supposed to be casual. He was perfect and amazing, but it was destined to end. I learned that you can’t make someone like you. The whole time, I thought that he would maybe realize that he would want to actually be with me. FALSE. But, it’s okay. Because I still enjoyed my time with him.

Yash - Yeah, it was fun. But, I hate boys that love drama. I know he kept saying that he hates drama, but I literally told one person about Yash and he flipped shit and it wasn’t cute. Also, after a while, he stopped being all cute and nice. Not cute. I learned that assholes are never fun, to not take people’s shit, and that I deserve like waaay better lol.

Nate - He was absolutely too nice to me and he treated me fantastically. Totally sweet and caring and compassionate and kind. But, that can only amount to so much. That could only come to be so much, though, you know? From my last post about him, I could say that I learned liking a few of my major likes like Frank Ocean are kind of important. I want to talk to someone about everything, even like intellectual stuff. He was absolutely too good to me, but in the end I wasn’t enough. Which is okay because I’m enough for myself. I learned that nice guys definitely don’t finish last, that I’m a great girlfriend, and that I deserved someone who goes to the third floor (future me: I hope you remember what this means lol. I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO GOES TO THE THIRD FREAKING FLOOR, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR.

VI. Enough - Jan14

IM SORRY FOR ALL OF THE RELATIONSHIP POSTS... my love life is boozy and I promise to fill this szn-long post with more fulfilling and relevant life stories and shiz because this relationship drama is getting boring.

my relationships have all ended with one word in mind looming over me for weeks on end afterwards: enough.

i feel like i’m never enough. i get that boys like me, maybe even a lot do/could. but they never like me enough. i just want someone to care about me enough to not cheat and actively tell themselves that they would never cheat because…in all honesty, i think i’m a fairly good person. it’s not like im an awful girlfriend or even an awful person. you know…i get that people can “like” me, but they just don’t like me enough…enough to want to keep me in a real relationship, to try. because i try. i always try and lose myself to trying to make people happy, whether it’s with relationships or even just my friendships. i always exert all of my energy and find none of it reciprocated. and i guess im not really complaining, it just sucks you know?

all starts with nick. im not enough for him to stay loyal (these hoes aint loyal). for ted, i wasn’t enough for him to keep once northwestern started. for yash i wasnt enough for him to not eventually treat me like trash, straight up. for nate, i wasn’t enough to put his faith in, until college and maybe even further.

like i hate getting my hopes up, waiting for something that would never happen, and just trying so hard to care about people who couldn’t even…i dont know. its just…im tired. im so so tired and so discouraged and boys keep treating me like trash and ugh.

it might sound dumb or whatever, but i feel like i deserve more than this at least. because im enough for myself and that’s for sure. so if im not enough for other people, then that’s on them. seriously.

what just tears me apart is the whole nate thing right now. like yeah for sure im talking to danny right now and he’s an absolute dreamboat, but the whole nate situation still manages to upset me, you know? like he’s literally pretending that i don’t exist. it’s like we don’t know eachother. and he doesn’t wanna date me because college. well yeah, but that’s in 7-8 months. Also…I’m not the type of person to cheat or leave someone as soon as I see the first cute person at college. I feel like I would care more than that. rough. yet another case to validate the fact that nothing ever goes.

so here i am now, going back to my fall go-to of “casual” things with people. because i don’t want to cry over a guy again. freaking 2017 is my year. im over it. lmao. sorry i just needed to rant, please don’t read this :/

VI. Scammed - Jan20

There has been an update.

I’ve been informed by Megan and Max, two excellent sources, that I was, in fact, scammed by Nathaniel. So, it turns out that he kind of used me to see if he could get over Corey. Throughout the two-three months, I was actually just part of a social, personal-discovery-esque experiment. A lab rat, of sorts. Which is absolutely bogus, in my humble opinion.

So, right after he broke things off with me, he goes straight to Corey, pours his heart out to her, says he still loves her, and they kiss. Fast forward to him bringing her to the opening night of my show, the school musical which he damn well knew I was in. I didn’t know about the whole “Still In Love With Corey” thing at the time, so I freaked out to Megan and was super down about what I was hypothesizing was them being back together.

So quick for him to jump the boat. Anyways, after that, I heard that Corey told him she doesn’t want to be in a relationship again. Sucks for Nate, truly. And I really have 0% desire to be petty about this and talk about how karma had it coming for him. Because I don’t believe that.

Out of all people, I would understand very well the situation he was in. To like someone, but still be in love with the last one. I think I was just super unlucky to be caught in the crossfire of something happening. It’s kind of like Ross’ girlfriends throughout the show. Everyone knew he would end up with Rachel because he always loved Rachel and those poor girls in between were just unlucky people caught in the crossfire. Yeah, he liked them. But, Rachel was always the one. I’m not Nate’s Rachel and that is absolutely fine with me.

If I think about it, in the long run, it wouldn’t have worked either. He doesn’t know anything about politics and I love talking about politics. He hates Frank Ocean, Chance the Rapper, Kanye, and literally just everyone that I like but listens to heavy metal all the time because it has amazing drums YET he doesn’t like rock and alternative rock because???? He doesn’t go to the third floor. And he’s not planning to go to college and I am. I want someone who can care about me, make me laugh, and who I can talk to about anything. And it just wasn’t there with Nate.

(also, megan and max said it wouldn’t have worked out anyways because he’s a virgo and i’m an aquarius. sounds like bullshit, but i read up on it and it all was so real so i guess that theory checks out)

What I’m really just upset about is that I had to be the pawn in this. I wish I was just left out, that I never had my feelings hurt. You know what? I actually take that back. I wish that he told me the truth when he broke it off. You know? “I really like you, but I think I’m still in love with Corey and I’d hate to hurt you while I’m still confused and going through this,” would have been a lovely approach at breaking it to me. I wish you told me this BEFORE I wasn’t New Years hanging out with you :/ Well, whatever. New year, new me (minus Nate!)

VII. Questioning - Jan22

I just don’t know where I stand in the world right now.

I’m sitting here, on my couch, crying more than I have in a long time because I am so afraid that my parents won’t love me no matter what.

I was born into a faith, a life which was chosen and destined for me. Roman Catholicism would be my religion and that was the final word. As I grew up, with the influence of my environment and the people that I’ve come across throughout my years, I’ve slowly but surely come closer to finding who I am. And, with that, comes doubt. For a really long time now I’ve had so much doubt in my religion and so many questions and...it strikes me. What is the purpose of it all? I understand the reach it has for certain people; I understand the bond and importance of this religion and its impact on so many lives. But, I just don’t know if I believe in it all. I mean, of course, I think I do. But, was I just conditioned to think that way? Is this all the culmination of my whole life being surrounded and pushed into this lifestyle? I’m so lost and have so many questions.

Less than twenty minutes ago, I asked my parents if I could skip church this week to study. I have so much homework because of the musical and I still have a shift pretty soon. Of course, my dad freaks out.

I understand that I have amazing parents who are completely not strict on me at all and I am so thankful for my freedom that’s been allotted to me. But, what struck me was when I almost made my dad cry when I said that I feel no spiritual connection in going to church anymore. “This isn’t how we raised you,” he said, voice painfully cracking. He walked away to get some water. I just didn’t know what to say. Because it was true. It was the full disclosure: I don’t understand why church is important for me to prove my faith. Why is there more importance placed on this one hour of the week then actively trying to spend time with me or get to know me.

I want my parents to know me: know what music I like and how much I love it, know my political views and why and just take time to understand instead of debate against it. I want to have dinner with my parents again because I just have not been home this entire year. I study so hard and I just...I’m missing part of myself to this.

What struck me during my tear-driven talk with my parents was when my dad said something about “non-negotiable” and I was hurt. “Religion is non-negotiable?” I’ve known for years now that I wasn’t planning on attending church in college, but I’ve never said it out loud.

I think that before you further your spiritual connection at things like church and mass, you have to establish your connections here on Earth. Show activism in your connections to people, show you care, and strengthen that before you try and “prove” it in a setting like church. I think that one hour does not define you and that you can be a fantastic person and Christian without it. I think I want to work on being a better person first. Of course, Catholicism helps in matters of after-life...faith of a world after this one. But, how can that work of there’s not importance placed on the life we have now?

There is nothing more that I value than what my parents think of me and I never want to disappoint them-- one could argue that that is my first priority. But, it comes at a price because I find myself sacrificing who I am to serve this false facade, giving them the perfect image of the daughter that they raised the “right way”...

I’m still lost and don’t really know where I stand on this. I don’t know. And I don’t think I have to have all the answers, at least not yet.

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