#and HOPE

[liaragaming]

"Lavellan should have moved on years ag-"

Alright, listen here, you nutters. *spoilers for Tevinter Nights*

In "The Horror of Hormak," Warden Ramesh carries around a love letter in his boot from his would-be lover of 15 years ago and goes on a suiccide mission to find him after his patrol goes missing - all on the regret of lost love and the hope they might get a second chance.

And his past lover, despite being twisted into a ghilan'nain monstrosity of madness, does the utter impossible and manages to hold onto himself through the sheer faith that Ramesh will come looking for him! And then is completely lost once he says what he held on for so long to say.

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"Lavellan should have moved on" my as-

[stupiderat]

Hey guys, haven't posted in a while. So have this meme I made, k byeeee

[dorkytoonz]

" I could even learn how to love like you "

[firenati0n]

roop's second fic is here! hope you enjoy <3 <3

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat by firenati0n on ao3

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Alex invites Henry to his Extremely Specific and Ethnic Friendsgiving dinner, issuing a stern warning—no beige foods and no colonizer behavior. So basically, Henry's screwed. In an effort to find the perfect recipe, Henry stumbles upon a popular TikTok chef who thirst traps from the neck down and flusters Henry to his core. But his food is banging, along with the bod. A recipe for feral disaster. Or, Alex is an anonymous thirst-trapping chef on TikTok. Henry is an amateur cook who needs a recipe for Friendsgiving. Alex knows Henry's watching. Henry doesn't know it's Alex. Shenanigans ensue.

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[stil-lindigo]

moments, momentous

may i rest here? just for a moment. my legs drag behind me like shackles. i've left divots in my wake, a two-pronged rake in the dirt, tracks to and from new and old battles. hold me, dear stranger, just for a moment. smooth my hair and dry crusted tears. i'll do the same for you, just in a moment, may we speak of "future" not in days but in years.

[cambion-companion]

(I'm sorry for bothering, I read you were open to prompts... and I'm dying, since I found out about this, for Raph finding out a very, very stupid Tav who screwed up against Harleep. Like. A Tav who is so random she-or he- found her way into the HoH completely randomly, or thought it would be a good idea to surprise him there. Really anything, as you wish, if you can, if it inspire you, if it amusé you ^^ have a great day !)

Not a bother at all, my dear! I am indeed open for Raphael prompts, always ;)

Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory dickory dock.

"Oh shit. Oh shit." A chill ran up Tav's spine as they sensed a sharp atmospheric shift inside the House of Hope. The air thickened and grew laden with the scent of sulfur and musk. Raphael stepped through a whirling portal of flame, his human face set grimly in an expression of anger.

"I am disappointed to see you here, pet."

"Raphael, it's not-"

"An errant mouse wreaking inane havoc in my house."

"Raphael I promise I didn't-"

"Silence." His voice was a dangerous purr, holding the promise of tortures unimagined. "You're being here is in direct defiance of clause three section b of our contract."

Tav had never felt his presence carry such fury before. They stammered for a moment, desperate to avoid conflict with the cambion. "Raphael..." Tav tried once more, tongue heavy around their words. "It was an accident! The diabolist in Baldur's Gate sent me here."

Raphael, still frowning sharply, allowed Tav to speak. Incendiary sparks of ash still floated around his form, but he seemed to calm somewhat as they tried explaining their mistake.

"The diabolist and I got into an altercation. She serves Mammon...pretty sure I remember that right." Tav continued. "I didn't know she was going to banish me here."

Raphael tilted his head, listening to the desperate squeaks of his favorite mortal. When Tav began rambling about the state they had found his house in when they'd arrived, he held up a quelling hand. "Enough. I believe your being here was not by your own volition however..." His voice lowered again. "...you brought with you the wretched chaos of your own world into my home."

Tav hesitated, tucking hair behind their ear nervously. "Not to be...blunt, Raph. But your house was kind of, um, disorderly when I got here." They pointed down the hallway in the direction of the dining room. "Your dinner table? An utter mess."

Raphael made a long low noise in the back of his throat, Tav ceased speaking at once under his piercing gaze. After a long moment he spoke again.

"You have not done lasting damage, nor pilfered any of my treasures. I know everything that happens in my house, little mouse. Every movement, every whisper does not go unmarked." His cunning eyes now swept the foyer carefully, lingering on each soul column. "After all, when the cat is away the mice will play." In one stride he took Tav's chin between his finger and thumb and tilted their head side to side. "Someone gifted you quite the disguise, sweetling." He pulled, causing Tav to stumble a couple small steps toward him till their chests brushed. "Did it give you a morsel of hope perhaps?"

Tav winced guiltily, gasping slightly as Raphael's fingers tightened in response, his aura darkening again.

"I have been so generous with you, Tav. Over and again forgiving your wayward insolence." Raphael's nose almost brushed against Tav's as he lent down. "Am I to believe you agreed to help my little Hope escape her shackles?"

Tav bent away slightly, the color draining from their face. "Only so I could obtain the disguise, Raphael. I never intended to help her."

"You lied?" Raphael sounded almost amused now. "And Hope believed you? What a desperate little Nightingale. Her cage is well-appointed. You were wise not to meddle." Raphael almost sighed as he released Tav with a slight push. "I do love the delicious sound of a soul being stripped bare and broken. However, such will not yet be your fate if you agree to assist me."

"In more than retrieving the Crown for you?" Tav asked, a knot forming in their stomach.

"Oh yes." Raphael placed a careful hand on his hip as he gesticulated with the other. "Restoring precious order. First accompany me to the soul cages, to converse with our Hope. Second, I will escort you to your Material Plane and you will deal with the diabolist of Mammon so that none will trespass in such a way again."

Tav frowned slightly, but nodded, they had little choice. "Thought you'd be more happy to see me." They frowned slightly.

"Don't pout, pet, it's unbecoming." Raphael seemed much more his charming self now, amused at Tav's muttered reproach. "After your journey is complete and the Crown is mine, you will be welcome in my house at any time." His smile twisted and his eyebrows arched. "You have my word."

[makeitastrength]

From the ashes

Chapter 1

It’s dark by the time Tim leans into the front door of Mid-Wilshire, pushing it open with his shoulder. The cool evening air surrounds him as he steps outside and glances around. He’s parked just a few spaces down but even from here he can see a familiar figure leaning against the side of his truck waiting for him. He doesn’t know exactly why she’s here today, but Angela hasn’t been holding back lately, sending dose after dose of tough love in his direction.

Whatever it is tonight, he’s already sure he’s not going to like it.

She pushes off the vehicle as he approaches, and Tim comes to a stop in front of her. “What do you want?”

“Nice to see you too,” she replies.

Tim huffs a sigh of irritation. “What, Angela?”

“Wanted to make sure you heard about Lucy.”

“What? No,” he answers hurriedly, looking around as though there’s something to see that he's somehow missed. “What happened? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. Physically,” Angela adds with a pointed look.

Tim ignores her. “Then what?”

“Narcotics needs a UC for their trafficking case,” she begins.

“And they tapped her.”

She nods.

Tim shoves his hands into his pockets and glances around, taking a moment to gather himself. “How long?”

“Couple months, probably.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” Angela echoes. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Look, if you’re worried she can’t handle it right now, don’t be,” Tim says. He’s been undercover with her and he’s witnessed her ability to compartmentalize. “She’s solid.”

“I’m not worried about her,” Angela assures him.

Tim crosses his arms. “Then why are you here?” Angela raises an eyebrow and fixes him with a piercing stare, and he sighs heavily and barely conceals a roll of his eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Neither of you are fine right now,” Angela states. “And I think it would be good for both of you to clear the air before she leaves.”

Tim sighs once more but doesn’t reply. There’s no point denying it. He knows Angela is right, and he knows she knows that too.

“She’s in the locker room now,” Angela adds. “She should be out soon.”

And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving him alone in the middle of the parking lot.

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[grey-sides]

They go back to California, after Billy gets out of the hospital and finishes his high school education. Steve drives, holding Billy's hand over the gearshift, but eventually they switch to taking turns.

They stop at landmarks, taking polaroids to stuff in an envelope for Max. Billy talks about the waves, the sun, the sand. Steve listens and hopes it's what Billy needs.

They last two months. Two months of Billy smiling and laughing before a certain kind of sadness begins to set in. He still laughs easier than he did in Hawkins, but- Steve can tell it's something more.

He waits. Sits Billy out. Gets a job at a cafe, takes up running around their little neighborhood, plies Billy with food and terrible surfing skills.

"What's wrong?" Three months in and Steve can't take it anymore. Can't take the far off look in Billy's eyes. Can't take waking up and feeling like Billy might be gone one morning, never to return.

"Nothing. What?" Billy looks affronted over his morning coffee.

"You- you seem sad."

Billy's shoulders sink and he looks down at his mug, the steam slowly curling out of it. "M'okay."

"No you're not. You're not happy and I don't know how to fix that."

Steve looks worried, he knows he does while his eggs cool on his plate. He leans across the table to put his hand next to Billy's.

Billy takes a long drink of coffee and his jaw sets more than once, but Steve waits him out.

"I thought I left something behind," Billy says, glancing up at Steve.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks, furrowing his brows.

Billy shakes his head and points to his chest. Scarred a hundred different ways.

"Like a piece of me. I left something here and I thought if I came back, I would get it again."

Steve doesn't know how to fix that, how to bring the cheer and rush back to Billy's face. He stretches a little further to take Billy's hand, linking their pinkies together.

"And I- I haven't found it. California's beautiful but it's not the same anymore. Maybe it was just a dumb dream," Billy mutters. He shakes his head but doesn't pull away from Steve.

Steve frowns a bit and shakes his head too. "No it's not a dumb dream. We don't have to stay, if you don't want."

"Where would we go?"

"Wherever." Steve would. Hawkins is fine, it's where his parents are and the kids, but they'll move eventually too. Maybe they can try the East Coast or somewhere down South, close to the border.

"Back to Hawkins?"

"If you want," Steve promises. "Don't have to."

"It's your home-"

Steve shakes his head again and squeezes Billy's pinky tight. "It's not. I know it's corny and gross and gay but you're my home. I wanna go where you're happy."

Billy bites his lip and nods. He takes a breath, finishes his coffee and grabs the paper and an almanac.

He sits in the chair next to Steve at the table and presses up against his side and starts to search.

Steve listens and waits because he knows Billy will find the place he's looking for. And, for now, Steve will just try to build it himself.

[iheartdean]

if we ever get a 16th season or something i want that the first thing they're doing after getting dean back is to get cas back too so dean can just hug him and be like "i love you too, asshole" and then they have a happy ending (after fighting about sacrificing themselves for the other)

[loveisinthebat]

Ears for Ye-.. Centuries.

[wordsifelt]

Just watched Nimona.

Cried a lot.

I am now feral over this incredibly queer movie.

[jomiddlemarch]

[cable-knit-sweater]

Come on Seb, you know you want to.

[zhansww]

Every December, I wonder if Yibo is gonna release a new song again at the end of the year~

[tamagotchikgs]

i dont want to b alone but at the same time i cant be social right now i hva nothing to offer whatsoever i cant have an actual conversation i wish i could just lie on the floor w blanket in a room w someone

[doggopawz]