#but also i love faye ;-;

[elfcollector]

Did you think you mattered, Hawke? Did you think anything you ever did mattered? [...] You're a failure, and your family died knowing it.

[dalish-rogue]

Happy Dragon Age Day from my current worldstate!

💙 Warden Nelya Mahariel (archer rogue, Zevran romance) ❤️ Champion Garrett Hawke (primal/force mage, Anders romance) 💚 Inquisitor Herah Adaar (two-handed warrior, Blackwall romance) 💜 Rook Faye Mercar (veil ranger rogue, Lucanis romance)

[hamadryad111]

Random cosplay video of Faye I had in my camera roll from the beginning of this year, I ended up going to a con as Faye and wanted to experiment with some shots and take some photos and videos, this one of my personal favorite. I hope to cosplay again soon! I still need to cosplay for the Ambrosia Bakery fic I’ve been reading and work and the sickness I had were killing me, but now that I’m finally back home I hope to do more soon! Enjoy 💛

[crescentlyautumn]

I am looking at @emberfaye @the-cookie-of-doom ,and @snickerdoodlles specifically for this one. (Look at what you three have done!… thank you.)

Kim wanted to collapse after his day. Filming for a music video three days in a row was not fun. He didn’t want to see another makeup artist for the next week. And he felt like he’d bust a camera into little bitty pieces if one appeared right now.

He stripped almost immediately after entering the apartment him and Chay shared, and scrubbed layer after layer of makeup from his skin, as well as whatever they had put in his hair to set it this time. Once he was feeling somewhat normal again, Kim pulled one of Chay’s t-shirts from the closet on over his head, and breathed deep.

The scent of Chay was magic at making him feel more relaxed – and until Chay came back from classes, this would have to do. Slipping on some old sweatpants, Kim returned back to the bathroom to scrub his mouth clean of the dry, icky feeling of the day.

As he was preparing his toothbrush, he saw it – his bare neck. His agitation and grumpy mood now doubled. Chay hadn’t left a single mark in days because of this shoot. Not a single hicky or bite mark colored his neck, and it honestly made Kim feel off.

Wearing Chay’s marks was grounding. It was something that made him feel special and wanted. To know that he was so loved and important to someone, and that they wanted him to know it every time he looked in the mirror. It made Kim feel something curl up warm and tight in his chest seeing exactly where Chay’s mouth had laid claim to him.

And now he felt cold and bare looking at his perfectly flawless neck.

Kim brushed his teeth at lightning speed, before padding back out and curling up on the sofa in the living room. Kim tried not to think about it. His leg bounced as his feelings intensified, and no amount of tv or doom scrolling on social media could stop it.

Kim was a dog with a bone. A very Chay-shaped bone, and he wasn’t going to let it go for anything. Checking his phone, Kim saw that Chay still had about an hour left before he’d be back.

Kim could do this. He could last an hour.

Kim moved into the kitchen, threw himself into cooking a meal, but his mind immediately went back to Chay.

Had Chay ate? What would he want to eat for dinner? How hungry would he be? Too hungry to mark his-

Nope! Kim left the half-cut vegetables sitting on the cutting board, and moved back to the sofa to stop his thoughts. He picked up his guitar and began to idly strum some chords. His fingers moved, but his mind stayed exactly where it had been – pacing an ever growing worn spot on his mental carpet.

Chay would think he was needy for wanting him to mark him first thing when he got home. Was he needy? No, he just liked his boyfriend’s mouth on him. That was totally normal and not needy of boyfriends, right? Wanting his skin littered with proof that Chay wanted him, as much as he wanted Chay, was absolutely normal and not needy.

Kim – lost in his thoughts – almost missed the sound of the locks on the front door disengaging and opening. Almost. Bolting up, Kim half ran to the entrance and felt his body react accordingly to seeing that familiar mop of black hair, and large doe-like eyes.

“P’Kim! Your back-oof!” Chay’s words were cut short as Kim crowded him against the wall. Kim crashed their lips together, and felt the all-too-familiar zing of electricity shoot down his spine as he did. Kim felt the way Chay’s body vibrated under him as a series of giggles slipped past their moving lips.

Pulling away, Chay finally let out the last bit of his laughter. “I think you missed me,” Chay teased.

Only a lot. Kim’s brain supplied for him before he could shoot it down. Kim moved to resume their previous make-out session, but was stopped by Chay tugging at the back of Kim’s hair. Kim let out a small hiss – not because it hurt, but because it sent a whole new wave of pleasure through him.

Chay’s eyes had darkened, and he looked somehow sinful, yet adorable, as he cocked his head to the side to look at Kim. Tugging gently at the hair still trapped between his fingers, Chay scanned Kim’s face, looking for something.

“What is it you want, love?” Chay’s words sent another zing down his spine, but also a lick of something bitter with it. Why did he have to say it? Why couldn’t Chay just know what Kim wanted and do it? He probably did know, but Chay wanted Kim to tell him, but Kim didn’t know how.

He couldn’t just say “mark me till I know I’m yours without question,” because that was definitely needy. But he also knew Chay would like that. Chay would definitely, positively like that.

Kim felt a few more tugs on his hair, as Chay waited for him to find the words, which were proving difficult to get out. Swallowing a worrying amount, Kim finally found his voice, “Mark me. Mark me till I know I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” was the last thing Kim heard Chay say, before he felt the warm and wet suction of Chay’s mouth on his neck. Kim was in heaven as Chay sucked and bit at his neck. He didn’t care about the sounds he was making or the fact he was basically clawing the wall behind Chay.

It felt glorious to finally have the thing that he most wanted and the knowledge that after Chay was done with him, he’d have the most beautiful necklace of proof that Chay loved him, and that he was Chay’s. And that was exactly what he always wanted. Forever.

[sunfloweraro]

LUtober day 11: Contest

Wild learns Time is just as competitive as they are. They also get Time a special present, because everyone deserves a plushie.

Celebration week:

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4 (You are here)

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

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“It’s not a competition.”

“No.”

“You’ve nothing to prove.”

“No.”

“So you can blink.”

“No.”

Wild’s eye twitched. Then began to water. They resisted the urge to blink, desperately trying to keep their eyes open and locked on Time’s. Their leader’s gaze was steely, unflinching. He wasn’t even trying.

A tear ran down Wild’s face and Time’s lips twitched, trying not to smile. A streak of offence ran through Wild; they blinked unconsciously.

Time grinned. “I win.”

Pouting, Wild said, “It’s not a competition.”

Time’s smile remained. “Of course not. Here,” he handed them a handkerchief, and Wild dabbed at their wet eyes and cheeks.

“Thanks. I’ll win next time though!”

Time hummed in disbelief, turning away to scoop up his prize of twenty rupees. “What contest should we try next?”

“Um.” Wild shifted, avoiding his gaze. “I actually wanted to try one solo—back in a sec!” And then they darted off, leaving Time in the dust.

Rolling his eyes fondly, Time wandered over to a food stall, purchasing an apple on a stick covered in a caramel glazing. He settled down at a table, waiting for Wild to return as he enjoyed his treat.

Finally, they raced over, hands behind their back suspiciously. “Okay, so,” they said, suddenly nervous. “I wanted to… well… here.” They thrust something soft into Time’s hands and turned away, bashful.

Curiously, Time inspected the item, face softening when he realised what it was: Wild had won him a little wolf plushie, its design eerily similar to Twilight’s wolf form. “Thank you, Cub.” It deserved a place on the mantle, once he made it back home again. Malon would adore it, too. “It looks a little like our friend, doesn’t it?”

Wild chuckled, embarrassment fading. “Yeah, don’t tell Twi this, but his future-self actually aids me in my adventure in his wolf form. He’s become a sort of local cryptid here.”

Time couldn’t help it; he snorted. “Your secret is safe with me. Somehow, his fate doesn’t surprise me at all: he would do anything for you—as would I.”

Wild grinned. “I know.”

[chipthekeeper]

Cinta if you don't give your sad cringefail wife a hug and a lil kiss on the forehead I swear I will do it myself

[pocketclowns]

☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️

[daeneryspilled]

Am I the only one finding it absolutely hilarious that in their desperation to make Alicent “likeable” they’ve turned her own fans against her! 😂

Fans don’t like it when their faves are turned into two faced hypocrites in order to placate the “enemy”.

i mean, half her fans seem to be going down that route. the other half can’t wait for her to abandon her children and grandchildren right after an incredibly traumatic event to ‘reconcile’ with the woman who she abused for 15+ years and will be held responsible (which is to say rhaenyra could have absolutely nothing to do with blood and cheese, but since she *is* the green’s main adversary and the opposing monarch the blame will fall on her) for her grandson’s murder. it’s, once again, a very inconsistent writing choice, along with just being… completely outlandish and reprehensible.

she ‘doesn’t want war,’ ‘wants to protect her children,’ but on the other hand literally raised her kids to hate their sister and nephews and is somehow *shocked* whenever things go poorly (she told aegon he would be king, but was left out of the coup efforts by her own father because… reasons?) we also have olivia cooke point blank stating in an interview that alicent is going to be pushed to the side and forgotten about, useless to the sadistic son’s she’s raised. she’s no longer viewed as the ‘peacemaker.’ aemond is calling her a fool because she raised them for war, and is now acting like there is a peaceful resolution to this conflict. it’s coming out how little brains she’s capable of using, how hypocritical she is, how little autonomy she lets herself have in order to keep playing the poor helpless woman who was pushed into starting a war by the evil men around her. it’s such a misogynistic caricature to THE green queen who led crowing aegon rather than having men step all over her.

it’s irritating when it seems that the people who don’t even like her seem to be able to clock how half-assed she’s being written. i don’t know at this point what their plan for her is, but nothing about her writing is complex past a surface level viewing of her. we’ll still be getting meta’s of that fact once season two starts though, of course 🙄

[mangk0]

when kratos's theme is played in the style of faye's :( the way their themes are intertwined is crippling. he wishes he had her mercy, her compassion, her HEART, HER. and hes left with her son, who through kratos's eyes is as fragile and temporary as a memory. to kratos, atreus is all he has left, all that ever was, and all he will ever lose. atreus is the reanimated corpse of everyone hes EVER lost and he has no idea what hes doing, he has no idea what to feel except grief, he has no idea what comes next other than LOSING HIM. he wishes he had faye's certainty, her collection, her sureness of fate but he DOESNT.

none of this makes sense im just thinking about them when i should be studying for my economics exam, im sure i was going somewhere with this but im so. ugh. ow. fuck you bear mccreary.

[greenforestflowers]

You know, I feel like Kratos forgetting Calliope’s song was a wee bit harsh on the part of the writers.

I think his explanation of how he would’ve given up everything for a few moments more with his daughter, but when he met Faye, found the world worth living in again, would’ve been enough. Imo that illustrates his journey well in of itself.

To add onto that that when he found his new family, he could no longer recall Calliope’s song (played on the flute he made for her)…I dunno, it doesn’t make me think, ‘oh look at Kratos’s growth and development’ as I’m sure the writers intended. I understand the symbolism they were aiming for, but honestly it just made me sad

It’d be different if he was struggling to remember just due to the passing of time, but the fact he says he forgets it specifically after meeting Faye changes the meaning imo.

Kratos could remember his daughter’s song - presumably her favourite, that she played often, if it stuck in his memory - just because he loves her. To remember doesn’t intrinsically mean he’s haunted by it. memories of, and a love for, his Grecian family isn’t inherently negative, or something that has to be ‘let go of’ for him to progress as a character.

[userlaylivia]

I forgot some more again so I'm gonna make a part 3 lmao like I forgot rachel green, monica gellar, raven reyes, octavia blake, prue halliwell, and etc so be warned lol it may not be as many as the last two though lol

tagging some people: @maya-matlin, @tudorgirl, @nessa007, @useragarfield, @makeyouminemp3

[american-horror-whore]

sorry about the inactivity my boyfriend rented out an airbnb for us for the weekend so we could play house

[kissingmilfs]

p’faye certified girl kisser and top i love you!!!

[sunfloweraro]

WIP Saturday

Legend and Warriors have matching kinstones. They need all the good luck they can get to find a way out of these caves.

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“Here,” Warriors broke the stale treat in half, brows raising curiously when he saw the little red trinket inside. He had found one in his croissant too, had nearly broken a tooth on the thing. How those bakers were still in business, he hadn’t a clue.

But Legend took the trinket, turning it over in his hand, and Warriors realised it looked familiar. Shoving his half of the brioche roll in his mouth, Warriors went digging through his bag until he found his own little red trinket.

“Mine had one, too,” Warriors said. Legend’s eyes widened, and he held his trinket out expectantly. When Warriors raised a brow, not understanding, Legend sighed.

“They match,” he whispered, and Warriors understood what he wanted. He held his trinket out so the jagged edges on either side linked up. The two pieces fit together perfectly, and with a soft clink, Warriors realised they had fused together. The now complete coin spun in his hand, before shooting into the air, leaving in its wake a trail of red dust.

“Huh.”

“It’s good luck,” Legend murmured.

“We need as much of that as we can get down here,” Warriors commented, earning a snicker from Legend that ended in another pained hiss. Warriors brought out his kettle, filled with cold tea, and poured his friend another cup.

[threi]

i wonder that faye is kind generous, responsive and TALKS A LOT about that she likes in kratos especially about his ass or tits or something that makes him go like hmmm >:(???? (actually shy and appreciated)

and when kratos is brave enough he was able to get a compliment out of himself, this is something unexpectedly very poetic

and faye would be like ??????what the FUCK you just said?? i thought you said something like my hair is small but tHIS oh my god you so precious little ass full of surprises i love you i adore you sweet potato

// and i also WONDERING A LOT ABOUT THEIR FIRST MEETING

Faey planned to build a bathhouse, but Kratos, distraught from nightmares and hallucinations, lack of sleep, came to her forest, destroyed the almost completed bathhouse, broke Fey's nose, fought with her until she put his head in cold snow

she realized that something was wrong because Kratos was fighting with invisible enemies and shouting something in a foreign language and also he had a fever

she wrapped him in her fur coat, took him to her, went out like a homeless wild animal I think she compared him a lot with a wild animal (cat i think just idk. he so cattish catable catman), because Kratos was unsociable, shied away, looked like an enemy, was distrustful of any gestures or help she taught him the language, especially swearing, because Kratos frowned funny and booed