#but like. just the way it didnt make SENSE

[seraphimsentinel]

sickening domestic fluff with Simon bc that's my specialty (and it's been raining where i am) and i want so badly to give this man the warm cosy home he never got

just realised this is quite similar to this work by @/pricetagged and i must say it didnt even cross my mind when i was writing but enjoy the bonus snack!

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the lights are down low as you and Simon listen to the rain outside, surrounded by comforting yards of cotton. woven just like you had spun both your lives together. you'd gone to stand by the window earlier. seen the way the streetlights reflected off wet concrete and grass, a stark comparison to the matte of your warm home. you think of the rain streaking past the glowing lights.

it's amusing to think that what currently shelters you is essentially a box. a nicely decorated one that fits your entire life in it.

"can hear you thinking from here," Simon mutters.

"god forbid," you mumble and smile into his neck, feeling the amused huff he lets out against your hair. he tilts his chin slightly.

your arm that's around him twitches. you poke at his shoulder blades, testing the muscle there.

"y'tenderising me?"

"correct."

"go to sleep, love."

"don't want to. weather's too nice," you quip.

"tha' doesn't even make sense."

you retract your arm and lightly press both your palms to Simon's chest, signalling him to roll over. his arm around your waist brings you along and you fumble slightly to push yourself up on him, eventually resting your cheek on his shoulder.

your hand cups his face. his eyelashes flicker as he blinks and a wave of cuteness aggression washes over you. before you know it, you're nipping lightly at his cheek after kissing it plenty.

"sensing a theme tonight," he states, stonefaced even as you pinch at it.

"thoughts?"

"and prayers," he adds as you laugh.

[shadow-kid-cole]

ok i didnt think this would get. any amount of notes. but i’m still thinking about this and the idea of all your secrets laid bare regardless of how you feel about it and, in fact, maybe without your knowledge depending on how lost in the prison you are. we saw with inner demons (and with quests from other games, such as the one with feynriel in da2) that when people are stuck in the fade it’s very much the same as being stuck in their own minds (as above so below, fade reflects reality, etc etc.)they often don’t see the same thing as others. they may not even know that they’re trapped, or might not be able to tell what’s real or not.

depending on who your rook is, there’s so many different ways this could go. how long would it take them to realize, what would be the missing piece that makes everything click into place, how would they react? what would they feel? guilt, shame, anger, even a misplaced sense of betrayal as a protective instinct against the sudden realization of unwilling vulnerability? if they’re already someone without the resilience or adaptability to confront their regrets and escape on their own, chances are they’re not the best at handling their emotions to begin with.

my rook, for example, has a tenuous grip on reality in the first place. i decided that if they’ve been hallucinating varric all this time, which other people from past traumas might they be hallucinating? they’ve spent most of their life hallucinating their dead sister, people they’ve killed, people that have wronged them and vice versa. i think being pulled into the regret prison - and hearing the voices of their companions confirming every insecurity they’ve ever had to boot - would completely break their sense of reality. it would take a Lot of convincing to even get them to go with the team, to even try to escape - because for all they know, multiple people are dead and those that lived hate them. these kind visions of their friends aren’t real. it’s just the same as it’s always been. what’s a few more ghosts to haunt them? (as a lucanis romancer, i think my rook fully believes he’s dead and that’s the last straw that makes them truly give up, and it’s only once he’s there, close enough to actually make physical contact, that my rook could even let themself think about the possibility of hoping none of this is real.)

even after everything, i think my rook would have one moment of true vulnerability, knowing that their team knows everything and has seen them at their worst, and they hate it but everyone’s still here, so they let themself cry and be fussed over and then the moment they’re back at the lighthouse they hide from all that as much as they can and absolutely do not mention it ever again.

but that’s honestly best case scenario. for another rook, how might the guilt and shame of the mortifying ordeal of being known manifest for them? some might handle it well, let themselves love and be loved in return, might secretly be grateful they don’t have to do the hard work of revealing things themselves. others, though. others might react like a feral animal offered a gentle hand in its worst moment, and we all know how that goes.

thinking about the cage for gods quest and a rook that might be too lost in regret to make it out on their own (a la inner demons) and the team having to figure out not only how to tear open the fade but go through the layers of their rook’s psyche as challenges to finally find them frightened and alone and bring them home while experiencing every horrible thing that’s ever happened to them that they never told anyone about along the way. something something keeping your distance as a leader only for your team to witness every horrible broken part of you and rescue you anyway. if you even care.

[tobyisave]

acting lessons

this is for my chapter 5 au... I tried to compose a toxic doomed yaoi saiouma essay in the tags just now but it went over the tag limit (mortifying) so I'm just going to paste it under the cut!!

////cw for suicide of course. also heads up my version of saiouma is almost completely one sided 👍🏼

#look.. in my mind there is no world where shuichi truly comes around on kokichi #but there is TOTALLY a world where he feels eternally fucked up and guilty about assisting in his suicide #and cant bring himself to hate anymore #cant bring himself to reject the casual but blatantly self-indulgent touches of the boy hes about to murder in the most excruciating way possible #just let him have his fun #let him squeeze your shoulder a little too long #its the least you can do when hes about to let his entire body be turned into an unrecognizable puddle of gore #you dont have to pretend you like it. he KNOWS you dont like it. just let it happen & soon enough itll be over and youll never have to see him again #youll never be *able* to see him again. nothing left of him to even call a body #fucking unidentifiable #god. #(to be clear i dont approve of that logic at all but i sure think shuichi would feel that way)

#its like oumota but worse because (to me) shuu has completely written him off by ch5 and doesnt even need the poison blackmailing to agree #its shuichis low point after all hes fully suicidal and thinks kokichi is the mastermind who destroyed humanity's last hope #he doesnt have time to recalculate his opinion before its too late #he agrees almost immediately #but the closer it gets the less he can justify it #like god this guy fills me with rage and we would never ever in a million years get along but hes also a warm breathing human being #and hes in love with me or something and i just agreed to kill him. EAGERLY! #to his FUCKING FACE #yes i openly hated him already. and yes he didnt even blink when i told him i could kill him #if anything he looked happy! #but god how could i just say that to someone? how did it get this bad? #and how is he still giving me finger hearts through the camera while we test out angles for his fucking DEATH VIDEO #maybe just maybe its because he really thinks this will save us. but maybe he just wants to die #and i dont even know if that makes a difference anymore #et cetera……..

#like i said im not a saiouma guy in the traditional sense but #i do like pathetic clingy kokichi x shuichi who hates himself for harboring genuine malice towards him #(justified malice) #but is too self doubting to take the reins and stop the horrible thing theyve already set in motion

#meeting the same fate as kaede because he THOUGHT he was agreeing to kill the mastermind #when in reality it was really just a cagey guy who was trying to do the EXACT same thing and made the mistake of going it alone #and now that guy who couldve been his ally is dead and he has to pretend hes ok and lie to his friends to derail this trial #for this stupid idiotic plan he let himself get blindly swept up in #that was never going to work in the first place #he knew it was full of holes he knew ouma was full of shit #he knew himself he knew he'd buckle under the pressure of the trial #but he didnt say a thing #it was so much easier to go with it. he just wanted it to be fucking over with #well its not over. the game continues and kokichi is dead and for what #didnt lift a fucking finger #fucking idiot coward bottom of the barrel piece of shit. GOD #i dont know man. it's just real kill yourself hours for shuichi after this one

[love-byers]

this is weaponized incompetence at this point holy fuck

"he didn't think having his mom help her get home meant never seeing her again"

WHAT ELSE IS THIS SUPPOSED TO MEAN?? WAS HE GOING TO MAKE SCHEDULED VISITS TO PENNHURST TO SEE HER????

he wasn't concerned with where she came from, he just wanted her out of the way so they could go out looking for will again. "We'll be totally in the clear! And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will."

and yes of COURSE mike wanted her to be home safe. he's a fucking nice person and she was a cold, lost, scared kid. he wanted to make sure she got taken care of and back home safe, and he was gonna focus on finding will again. and i don't know why they think him letting her stay bc she was in danger means he's in love with her. she said bad people were trying to kill her of course he let her stay😭😭 that doesn't indicate romantic love though. and later when dustin and lucas were getting on mike for not going through with the original plan he tells them she needs to stay because she knows will and she knows how to find him, and that the bad people after her might be the same people who took will. no one is trying to say he didn't care about her, but if what he did for el indicates romantic love then he's 1000% in love with will too lmfao

and keep in mind this whole time mike is supposed to KNOW he's in love with her, his words not mine. he's supposedly in love when he says "She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from" ??

and again, no one is trying to say mike hated el or didnt care about her or anything like that. mike was a child doing the best he could in that situation, he wanted to find will and help el. but mike himself claims he had already crossed the line into PURE ROMANTIC LOVE and KNEW IT. if that was the case then he would not be saying those things, he just wouldn't. in stranger things we are shown that characters love each other by their careful attentive behavior towards each other and their desire to stay together as a team, and they take time to get to that point, they need to develop. this is why love at first sight just does not work as a label for mike and el's relationship. mikes behavior does not indicate that at all. you'd have to bend and twist and reach in order to make it make sense (when it still wouldn't anyway), and THAT my friend is 10x more delulu than anything bylers say lol

can s5 come out already so we can be done with this shit

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

KNOWN YOU FOREVER - L.C

Warnings: blood

Summary: the one where luke stumbles upon a girl who saves him and makes him feel like he has known her for his entire life

Wordcount: 3.1k

The day had started like any other, a cold wind blowing through New York City. It was like every other November, the icy chill falling on the city. You stepped outside, a big bag in hand and you threw it in the trash outside of your small inner city apartment.

You looked out through the alleyway as you heard a noise. Every sense told you that you should run, that you never know what could be lurking in the dark fog of the early morning, but something else inside of you told you to stay and watch; and you’d never been too good at self control so you waited there for a second, hearing the skidding of sneakers on the concrete.

Throughout your nearly 19 years of life, you had seen weird things that had landed you in psychiatrist offices and children’s help centres. Because no small child is seeing light green women in the Hudson River with scales and seaweed attatched to their hair.

What you saw at the end of that alleyway skidding towards you was shocking as well, but maybe not as much as the Neirads when you were eight. It was just a boy.

He didnt look like a boy actually, more like a man. He had short hair that seemed almost pitch black in the early morning light and the fear on his face as he ran towards you, not noticing you because he was so focused on looking over his shoulder.

you held your hands out just as he slammed into you. He grabbed onto your shoulders in shock with one hand, the other coming up to defend himself but then he realised you posed no threats.

“Woah, hold up there, that’s a dead end,” you exclaimed, not even worried which was silly considering what was going on here.

You shoud have been worried about the way that he held a sword in his right hand and it had gotten way too close to your jugular mere moments ago. Instead, your eyes were trained on his, and the way that they bore into yours like he had known you his entire life. You stared at the scar over his right eye, the skin almost glowing

You tilted your head to the side, confused, “Is that a sword? Dude, I’m sure that’s illegal,”

He was heaving like he was out of breath and that’s when he took a step back, realising how close he had gotten to you, ”A dead end?”

You rolled your eyes, “I just said that, yeah,” You could hear footsteps approaching, almost like an army marching on the pavement and that’s when you realised he was being followed or chased, “Go through that door,”

That was the second time in the last minute and a half that you had defied your better judgements and decided to help someone that you didnt even know.

”What?” He seemed just as shocked and confused as you did as he stood there for a second, frozen in place.

“That door, its my apartment,” you said, pushing him slightly towards the entrance. He winced and you noted that he might be hurt, “Idiot, get inside,”

The mysterious man didnt waste any time before he went into your apartment and closed the door behind him. You tried to act nonchalant as you stood there, pretending to throw something in the bin.

In the corner of your eye, you could see three tall men that looked like Cyclopes or something. You couldnt quite figure it out from there and if you would have looked closer, it would have blown your cover.

The monsters walked past the alleyway without any problem and you walked back into your apartment, adrenaline rushing through your body and your heart pounding so hard in your chest, you thought you could explode.

you stared at the man that was standing there. He dragged one of his hands through his hair, messing it up slightly. That’s when you really looked at him.

He had a ripped green shirt and a thin leather jacket on that must not have been keeping him warm in the winter months. He had blood splatter on his cheek and before you could worry about him being injured, you deduced that it must have come from someone else.

“What the hell are you involved in?” You exclaimed, voice high pitched and panicked.

He brushed a hand over his face, taking a moment to realise how strange this was, how you had just let him into your house without a second thought. “How can you see all this?” He questioned, brows furrowed as he tried to figure it all out, “You are a mortal, aren’t you?”

You scoffed, “Mortal? What are you, God?”

“There is no God, not that one with the capital G anyway,” he said, rolling his eyes at your idea. He paused for a second, almost like he was contemplating whether it would be a good idea to expose himself to you, “I’m a Demi-god,”

Your eyes went wide and you took a moment to think about it. This was surreal. There was some random guy in your apartment claiming he was some disney character, “Like Hercules,”

“Heracles,”

”Excuse me?” You questioned.

“Heracles,” he repeated, “Modern media is wrong,”

You opened your mouth, trying to think about your knowledge of all of this. Here was a boy who claimed that he was like some sort of character from a Greek myth. You thought of your history teacher rambling on about mythology.

Your head was spinning at the idea that all of those stories that had been told to you from a young age were true, that maybe you hadn’t been crazy and that all of the things you had seen were part of this other world.

“So which one? Zeus, Athena-“ you started to spill off all of the names you remembered and then he leaped forward, eyes wide as he clamped his hand over your mouth.

You stood there for a second, eyes equally as wide as you realised what you had gotten yourself into.

”Don't say their names,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder and then moving away. He narrowed his eyes at you and you just stood there. This was more than you had bargained for.

He leaned against your side table, one hand pressing against he rip in his shirt. He pulled his hand away, hand sticky with blood and then he looked up at you, hoping you hadn’t seen the state he was in. You had.

“How much trouble are you in?” You asked.

There was a voice in your head screaming that this was a bad idea, you should not be talking to some stranger who was bleeding in your apartment after he was on the run from the Gods. That in itself made your head spin, that there were actually Gods up there and they were angry.

He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, “A lot,”

“Any rational mortal would tell you to leave right now,” there was a sarcastic tone to your voice, emphasis on the word mortal.

“So why aren’t you?” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you. From what he knew of mortals, you seemed normal enough, living in a small one bedroom apartment, looking a little lonely. It didnt make sense to him why you would let him stay.

There was a silence as you thought about his question. You would have loved to answer him but in all honesty, you weren’t sure why you were still letting him stay, “I don't know,” you admitted, the two of you sharing a moment of eye contact like he understood why you were letting him stay, even if you didn’t, “You want something to eat-“

“Luke,”

you repeated his name back at him and he nodded his head. A chill went down his back at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

Names were powerful and he just gave it to you. Thats not something he normally does.

Luke could feel himself getting lightheaded so sat down on your leather armchair, his hand going back down to the spot where he had grabbed onto earlier. There was still blood there and he leaned his head back in annoyance.

You looked at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand pressed against his abdomen, “Are you hurt?”

He opened his eyes and shot you a look that suggested that you shouldn’t be getting involved in whatever his problem is, “It's not that big of a deal,” he promised, even though he was lying through his teeth.

You couldn't care less if he didn’t want you to look so you walked over to where he was, reaching down slowly like you were approaching a wounded animal. You grabbed his hand and pulled away to see it sticky with blood. You narrowed your eyes at the slash against his abdomen.

“Lucky for you, I’m training to be a doctor,” you said as you examined the cut, finger poking at the muscle of his abdomen.

He looked away from you, face flushed red at the interaction. He didnt know why he was like this, maybe it was the embarrassment of having to let someone look after him or maybe it was the way you touched him so softly, like a fragile doll that would splinter at the wrong touch. Nobody had touched him so gently in a very long time.

“You gonna let me fix you up?” You asked.

He looked down at you as you crouched between his legs and he nodded, watching as you walked off to the kitchen and rummaged through your drawers.

You looked over you shoulder to see that he was watching you with that intense stare that you felt like you had seen before. You grabbed the kit and walked back over.

He spread his legs and you knelt between them, lifting his shirt up as you looked at the wound.

There was silence as you brushed the antiseptic wipes across his stomach, hearing him wince every time it would get close to the gash. You looked up at Luke, his brows squeezed together as he tried to hide any pain that he felt.

Normally he wouldn’t be doing this but he had run out of ambrosia and wouldn’t be back at his base for another three days. He would probably have bled out by then if he wouldn’t have let you patch him up; or at least that’s what he was telling himself.

You started to sew up the cut and he gripped onto the arm of the chair to stop himself from getting too riled up. He took a deep breath and looked around the room, analysing it. You seemed like you were living by yourself but there were pictures of you and other people all around the room.

Some things stood out to him, the warm light that came from a candle, the dying flowers that sat in a vase on your side table, the smell of freshly baked cookies in the air. It felt like a home.

He winced again as you pulled at the final string, tongue sticking out from between your teeth as you finished the last tie and cut the string. You took a second to look at your handiwork before brushing another antiseptic wipe over the wound.

You stood up, “All done,”

He looked at you and for the first time, really took in what he was looking at, the slope of your nose, the lashes that brushed against the apples of your cheeks, that little glimmer in your eyes, the ways your lips pursed together as you looked at him.

Luke could feel his face warming up again at the intensity of your stare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” You tilted your head to the side.

”Like you’ve known me my whole life,” it took him a second to get the words out but then they just tumbled out of his mouth.

You felt your own cheeks warming up at his words. It did feel like you had known him your entire life, like he had always been there in the back of your mind and now he was sitting in your arm chair.

You knew you had to walk away before you got yourself in trouble so you walked over to the oven, putting on your mitts before pulling out the cookies. Setting them on the side, the smell wafted over to Luke and he felt sick.

It was like he was a little kid again, his mother baking cookies every single day and forcing him to eat them. He remembered her chasing him around the house, yelling about how she couldn’t stop his fate. He remembered leaving that house, taking one last look before he slung the backpack over his shoulder and never looked back.

“You want one?” The words were blurry, like he was underwater.

He stood up, pulling his shirt down as he felt the bile rising up his throat, ”I should go,”

You scoffed, “You always leave this fast,”

He looked at you in silence and then looked over his shoulder at the door that he had walked through earlier. Here he had a choice: to turn around and leave someone that he wanted to get to know better, or stay.

Luke pursed his lips together before walking over, leaning against the counter.

“Where are you from?” You asked.

“Connecticut,” sure, that’s where he was born, but normally he would say Camp Half Blood. That is where he comes from, the place that raised him and one day he would be able to go back and free them all, “You?”

”New York, my whole life,”

He nodded, “I live here now,”

“I’m not gonna ask about the whole sword business,” you said, a teasing smile pulling at your lips.

He chuckled, ”Thanks,”

There was silence as neither of you knew what to say. You would expect it to be an awkward silence seeing as the two of you had just met but it was the most comfortable silence you had ever experienced.

“You local?”

“I travel,” he replied, thinking about how much detail to go into, “I've got a mission, I have to complete it,” you nodded your head like you understood. Luke cursed himself for what he said next, for exposing himself to you so much, “I’m trying to bring my sister over, there’s a war,”

“A war,” your eyes went wide at the idea. How did nobody notice that there was a war going on right in front of them?

“Between the Gods and those that oppose their bureaucracy,” he explained.

You hummed in response, thinking back to what he had said, “And your sister. She’s not on the same side?”

He shook his head, “They poison children’s minds, make them think they’re right and we should do their bidding,” there was a venom in his words, like he had been harbouring his anger for these people for too long.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sounds of people yelling outside. Both of your heads whipped to the window to see if this was the people that were after Luke. The sound died down and you both calmed.

“You can stay the night if they’re still chasing you,” you suggested out of the blue.

“You dont know me,”

You sighed. There was no way to explain the feeling in your chest, like you had seen him before, in a dream. Or a dream of a dream, “Somethings familiar about you,”

”I get it,” he wanted to say that he understood how you felt but he couldn’t get the words out, “But I cant stay, I’m putting you in danger,”

“Luke,” the way you said his name made his heart skip a beat.

He watched as you took a step towards him, grabbing onto his arm and then digging through your pocket for a pen, “If you come back to the city and need a friend, call me,” you scribbled your phone number onto his arm, your hand lingering there for a second before letting go.

“Demi-gods cant have phones,” he explained.

You scrunched up your nose in disgust at the idea. He froze, it was almost like he had seen that expression before, “Thats stupid,”

“Monsters can track you through it,” he explained with a shrug, “I'll send you a letter though,”

“How will I send one back? If you move around so much,” you questioned.

He thought for a second, “Burn it. Throw it in a fire and think of me,”

You laughed at the idea, ”How ominous,”

He could feel his heart warming at the sight of her sitting on the kitchen counter, a smile on her face at a joke she had made.

”I should get going,” he said, breaking the silence.

“I know,” you pursed your lips together. A part of you knew he would have to leave soon, that you couldn’t keep him safe in the apartment forever but at the same time, you wanted him to stay.

He leaned off of the counter and started to walk towards the door, a hesitance in every step like he was wondering if this was the right decision anymore.

“Luke,” you called his name and he froze, like he had been waiting for you to call him back.

You jumped off of the counter as he turned around. He looked at you like he was specking something and your heart was pounding in your chest as he repeated your name back at you.

There were so many things that you wanted to say and your mouth hung open as you thought of what was the best way to leave this on. ”Ill be waiting for your letter,” was all you could get out.

He nodded, a hand on the handle, “See ya later, mortal,”

You watched as the door closed behind him and you rushed over, watching as he run into the alleyway without even looking back to see if you were still there.

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you leaned against the door that he had just walked out of, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to figure out what you had just gotten yourself involved with.

[crossdressingdeath]

#this explains it well actually i think#like yeah. as soon as DA became a series they decided to stop bothering with actual paths and make their own story to follow. which would be#fine if they didnt keep making the games with the appearance of your choices affecting the world at large#and thus a lot of things that end up being huge issues seem to stem from bioware not actually considering or caring about what sort of#actions would affect the actual plot#idk this ramble doesnt make sense and its a long way to say i agree with op (tags via @faroresson)

I wouldn't say Bioware "stopped bothering" with "actual paths" when DA became a series. First because the use of "stopped" implies DAO had actual branching paths (some choices unlocking different options along the same critical path isn't the same as the game having proper branching story paths, and given the origins all lead into the same story from Ostagar onward they're more roots than branches; honestly DAI with the mages vs Templars choice and DAV with the Minrathous vs Treviso choice give your choices more impact on the story, and even then it's just "which villain occupies Villain Slot B" in DAI and mostly side content and deciding which faction helps you out during the dragon rematch in DAV), but second because it's not a matter of them not bothering. It's a matter of proper branching story paths that change the main plot in any meaningful way being functionally impossible in a multi-game story (and honestly just unnecessarily complicated even in a single game unless having multiple separate branches is a part of the genre like in dating sims). Either they all have to end the same way outside of minor, flavour text-level variations (which is what Bioware did) or there has to be a True Ending that the next game is based on, because if the first game can have ending A and B and both those endings create radically different worldstates then if you want to take both into account the problem just gets shunted to the next game, where you have to have beginning A and B and either make them both merge into the same story early on or keep the A and B worldstate split the whole way through, and if you've got multiple endings for that second game too and they don't end the same you've got A1, A2, B1 and B2 to deal with going into the next game. And this happens again for the third game, and the fourth, and so on and so forth. If Bioware had done that then assuming two endings per game by DAV alone we'd be dealing with at a minimum eight significantly different worldstates just at the start of the game, which I think we can all agree no one could reasonably expect the writers to juggle. And that's just endings! I'm not even going to try to figure out how many major worldstate variations there could be if the most important decisions in the games created any significant variation in the plot. So it's not about whether Bioware cared about worldstate variation or wanted to allow for choices that created massive differences in Thedas depending on what option you picked or could be bothered to juggle significantly different worldstates; they straight up couldn't do that if they wanted actually writing the story for the next game to be at all feasible. The main plot can never be reliant on a variable, and on the flip side of that no variable can ever be something that would have a large impact on the main plot, and honestly I've never gotten the impression Bioware was claiming otherwise. Basically I firmly believe it's unfair to get angry at Bioware for the fact that every choice leads into roughly the same story, because it's wildly unreasonable to expect them to make significant changes to the worldstate and/or plot for every significant choice across at this point four games.

And the thing is it's really only DAI where them not doing that becomes a problem. The only choice in DAO that might have had a significant impact on Thedas as a whole (since you can't fail to defeat the Archdemon and both the Warden themselves and whoever ends up ruling Ferelden are mostly relevant to Ferelden, which we're specifically told is a backwater so all we had to do was leave Ferelden for it to no longer be plot-relevant) is the Warden's boon, which was quietly retconned when DA became a series. If the Architect survives Awakening he's staying well underground, so it makes sense that he doesn't show up in later games. The whole point of DA2 is that none of Hawke's choices change what ultimately happens on the larger scale of Thedas; the lyrium idol is found, the viscount is killed when the Qunari attack, and the mage rebellion is kickstarted no matter what choices Hawke makes, which makes it both a compelling tragedy and really easy to work around in terms of future games. Even in DAV the game always ends with Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain dealt with and Solas sealed away in the Fade where no one can talk to him to maintain the Veil; the most significant worldstate alteration is which city got blighted, and given we're shown the blight being pushed back from Minrathous after Elgar'nan and Solas are dealt with Bioware could easily get around that causing any major worldstate changes by a) avoiding Minrathous and Treviso in the next game and/or b) skipping ahead a few years and saying that the changes to the blight made it possible to cleanse much more quickly than it could be in the past.

It's not that your choices don't matter, it's that the writing is tailored so that the way they matter is roughly the same in the long run regardless of which you pick. Or to put it another way the decision points matter more than the decisions themselves; things like who rules Ferelden, who Hawke sided with and which city got blighted matter in that someone rules Ferelden thanks to the Warden, Hawke helped someone more or less win the day at the start of the mage rebellion, and a city was blighted in the dragon attack while Rook protected the other one. The exact details will ultimately come down to flavour text in future instalments, but the fact that the decision was made? That can matter. The issue is just DAI, because in DAI they did set up a bunch of things that should've had a major impact on the plot of the next game, but because they were variables none of them could. It's the fact that they handled it so well in DA2 and DAV (and even DAO to a lesser extent) that makes that failure to consider the writing of the next game stand out so much. I suspect that in DAI they had a lot of big, interesting ideas and there wasn't anyone to tell them "hey, we need to keep the fact that every option has to lead to a roughly equivalent worldstate in mind" before the game was shipped; as an example Mythal getting Urthemiel's soul is a really cool concept that they could've done some interesting things with! But it can't be important because it doesn't happen in every worldstate, and it would be... difficult at best to fit something like that into just flavour text. Basically at the end of the day DAI's choices are a problem because they should have had an impact on the plot moving foward. Not because they didn't.

You know what? I think a lot of DAV's biggest plot weaknesses ultimately come back to DAI, because a lot of them can be summarized as "Why didn't they get into [thing that DAI set up]" and... the answer is that Bioware was never going to be able to meaningfully engage with those things, and they should've known that when they wrote them into DAI. The Divine, Kieran's existence, Urthemiel's soul, the Well of Sorrows, all that stuff DAI set up that people are mad DAV didn't focus on? All of those should have led to pretty big alterations in the worldstate, and the worldstate has to remain roughly the same for everyone. We were never going to get the massive impact those choices should've had, for the same reason the Warden's boon at the end of DAO was quietly forgotten about as soon as Dragon Age became a series instead of a standalone game: the writing just can't support choices that would create such massive divergences. Like... take Urthemiel. Whether or not Mythal got Urthemiel's soul (and by extension whether or not Solas potentially had the chance to take it) should have been a huge deal! It should've led to two pretty different paths! Except... it can't. Because Bioware can only write one story for each game they make, which means the critical path can't really change beyond flavour text and occasionally which character gets a cameo slot; Mythal didn't get Urthemiel's soul in every worldstate, so Urthemiel's soul can never be relevant to the main plot. And the thing is, they would've known that going in! DAI was the third game, they must have known that worldstate variation could never be more than flavour text and cameos! Hell, you can see Bioware scrambling to make all the Divine options more or less the same in terms of impact on Thedosian society in DAI, which was definitely done to make writing sequels feasible. So why did they write Mythal getting Urthemiel's soul into DAI? And it's the same for all those other big, story-changing choices. People have differing opinions on the merits of including variable flavour text just to say it's there but that's not what this is about; in terms of the actual plot the variables cannot be relevant (unless it's something like the Warden ally choice where every option is ultimately the same in terms of plot impact, and even that one's pushing it; it never is explained how Hawke ended up friendly with Loghain). I think when talking about choices from DAI that DAV didn't engage with it's important to take a second to ask yourself if Bioware could have written a version of events that worked equally well with every possible outcome of that choice and could be tweaked to engage with every variation without having any major impact on the main plot. If the answer is no I think it's better described as a DAI problem than a DAV problem, because it's not actually DAV's fault that DAI wrote checks it couldn't cash.

[420days]

Can you make a story on the hall of fame jey uso story but can you make to how they met if that makes sense

HOW THEY MET | JEY USO

If you read my “Hall of Fame” imagine this is the backstory of how they met. I actually liked this idea a lot and might do a mini series on Jey and Brianna… excuse any errors or mistakes and enjoyyyyy

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“I plan on making this course easy for everyone as long as you show up." Brianna listened to her new professor lecture in the front of the classroom. It was the first day of her sophomore year in college and she was just getting adjusted into her classes..

"Now, I know everyone hates doing this but let's just go around the room say your name, major, and a fun fact about yourself." The professor spoke, earning a round of sighs from the students.

"Yeah yeah, let's start in the front." He pointed towards a random student.

The students went around the room and introduced themselves. Brianna felt herself become nervous as it got closer to being her turn. As she went to speak a student busted into the classroom, out of breath, and made his way to the back row where she was sitting.

"My bad professor, you know your damn class is all the way up here. It took me a good ten minutes to get to this side of the school." The brown eyed boy smiled as he took the seat between Brianna and another boy in the class.

"Jey, I except nothing less than for you to get lost on the first day despite this being your fourth time in one of my classes." The professor shook his head, marking everyone laugh.

“Nah, you need to talk to them about that cause why is your class all the way up here?” He scrunched his face up only to be interrupted.

"Sit down and let the girl talk!” Kenya, the girl that sat in front of Brianna mugged him.

"My bad." He turned his attention towards Brianna as she began to speak.

"That’s okay, my name is Brianna. I'm a sports management major and I play on the volleyball team here." She spoke, earning a big smile from Keyna.

"Me too! Were you on the team last year?" Kenya turns around to face her.

"Oh no, I just transferred here this year." Brianna shook her head as she leaned back in her chair to look at her.

"Ohhh okay, cause I didnt remember seeing you last year but my ass don't be paying attention." Kenya nodded her head.

As the two spoke Jey took the time to take in Brianna's appearance. She was dressed velour baby pink sweat suit and a pair of white forces. Her sweater was unzipped just enough to show the white tank top and layered gold necklaces.

Brianna was a beautiful petite girl with round hips, golden skin, thick thighs, and a flat stomach. Her face was rounded and complimented with her glossy pouted lips, wide almond shaped eyes, and splattered beauty marks.

"No, this is my first year on the team." Brianna shook her head and then stop talking so the next person could share.

The professor spent the next thirty minutes going over the syllabus before he decided to let the class go early. It was the first day of classes and he would wait until next week to jump into the course material.

When the class was dismissed Brianna grabbed her white crossbody purse and made her way towards the door only for her name to be called.

"Oh hey, Kenya." She turned around with a small smile on her face once she saw it was the girl sitting in front of her.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanna exchange numbers and stuff so I can show you around!”

“Sure, I would appreciate that.” Brianna nodded, pulling out her phone so she could beige Kenya her number.

"Cool, I'll see you at practice next week?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll see you then!”

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1 WEEK LATER

"Bri! Hey boo!" Kenya smiled at Brianna as she walked into the gym making a few people stare at her, including a few of the basketball players.

She waved and quickly made her way over to where Kenya was sitting on the other side of the gym with the rest of her teammates.

"Why didn't y'all tell me all the basketball players practice in here. I would've came earlier so I didn't have to walk past them." Brianna whispered to them as she sat on the bench.

"Girl, I forgot! We’re used to their overgrown asses at this point. They just come in here early and walk around. They don't even practice in here." Kenya mugged the basketball players as she tied up her sneakers.

"I don't mind cause they're fine as fuck. I like looking at them while we practice." Chloe jumped into the conversation, bitting her lip as she watched a player walked past them.

"I can't lie a couple of them are cute but it's still awkward because they're staring at me." Brianna shook her head making them laugh.

When coach came in they got started with practice. Brianna immediately got into her zone and was doing an excellent job with the team. She could tell all of the girls were dedicated to doing well and that was exactly the type of people she wanted to work with.

"You did good today, newbie." Her coach tapped her shoulder as she took a large sip of water after they wrapped up the practice.

"Thanks Coach." She nodded her head in her direction with a small smile on my face.

She was gelling very well with everyone so far and it was making her feel more confident. In a matter of a week she was making friends, bonding with her teammates, and enjoying the college experience.

"Y'all got extra towels over here?" She looked up to see Jey, the same boy who interrupted her in their sports introduction class.

"No, we don't have no towels for you boy. Where's the towels Coach Towns has?" Keyna scrunched her face at him. She knew he was just coming over there to bother them considering it was his second year on the team and he knew exactly where the towels were.

"Man, we don't have no more clearly. That's why I'm over here rude ass." He sucked his teeth and took a seat on the bench next to Brianna.

She briefly looked over at him and smiled when the two of them made eye contact with each other.

It was no secret Jey was a fine looking man. His warm honey colored skin, deep brown eyes, and plump pink lips would have any woman ready to jump his bones. Everything about him made him Brianna’s type of man from his looks to his personality but she would never act on her feelings

"Are you just gonna stare?" She asked him once she realized he wasn't going to look away.

Taken back by her words he slightly tilted his head back and squinted his eyes at her. He was used to being the blunt one but the fact that she beat him to it made him like her even more.

"You didn't give me a chance to speak to your pretty self. I was tryna look at you first." He spoke while glancing over her again taking in her appearance.

His eyes glanced over her beautiful face that was on full display due to her natural brown hair being pulled into a messy bun. He remembered seeing her with a twist out a few days ago and could tell from the wide curls she quickly styled it with some baby hairs. She always kept her hair laid but the natural look was something different.

"Hmm okay, I just didn't know why you were staring at me." She blushed at his compliment.

"You shouldn't take it personally when you have a pretty ass face. I know you're used to people in your face all the time." He reasoned with her.

"Not really."

"Your boyfriend doesn't tell you you're pretty?" He raised an eyebrow at her as Kenya listened to the two of them converse with each other. She knew immediately that Jey was feeling Brianna but she was too innocent to even notice.

"I don't have one of those."

"What you doing after this?" He leaned forward and looked over at her. Even in her volleyball uniform she looked good to him and he found himself glancing over at her more than he should've as she stared at him through her long lashes and innocent eyes.

"Probably going to grab something to eat with my friend." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why?"

"The team's are going to grab something to eat at Waffle House once we wrap up practice. You and Kenya should come through."

"I'll ask her if she wanted to do anything. If not we might come." She told him as she stared back at Kenya who quickly turned her head.

"Ight, I'll see you around Bri." He stood up from the bench and made his way back to the locker room.

After she finished talking to Jey she mentioned to Kenya that he invited them to Waffle House to grab something to eat. Chloe decided to join them since she was becoming closer with Brianna and wasn’t ready to go back to her dorm.

"I don't think we were flirting." Brianna turned her face up at Kenya as they sat in the booth.

"Chlo, she was like 'how you know I got a man’ and you know how he's all flirty and shit. So he was like 'I'm just assuming you got one'. In his deep ass voice. She explained the situation dramatically making the three of them laugh.

"Ohh gurl, it sounds like y'all were flirting just a lil bit." Chloe pinched her fingers together and squinted her eyes.

"He was flirting with me! Asking if I had a man." She shrugged her shoulders before taking a sip of her water.

"Sounds like he’s feeling you." Chloe sipped her drink and Keyna nodded her head quickly in agreement because she peeped that too.

Before she could respond the front door of the diner opened and in walked a mixture of football and basketball players. Her eyes immediately caught eye contact with Jey who gave her a smile before winking at her.

He's so fine. She thought to herself.

"There go her man right there. We done talked him up and they're already starting with the eyes." Keyna sipped her iced tea

"Now, all I did was look up." Brianna giggled.

"You might as well move over because he's gonna come sit by his boo." Kenya said to Chloe as she shifted in the booth.

"Why do y'all keep calling this man my boo?" Brianna asked with a laugh.

"I know Jey sis and he's on you bad. He be cool on bitches for real. Like, I have witnessed this man tell hoes to back the fuck up."

"Aye, yall finna sit over here?" Kenya waved them down making Chloe smack her arm.

"Girl, no! I don't want him to sit over here." Chloe rolled her eyes at the sight of Maurice.

"Wait, that's not your boyfriend?" Brianna raised her eyebrows because the two of them were caked up in the gym a couple days ago.

"Not at the moment. He pissed me the fuck off." Chloe rolled her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Damn, y'all are still beefing? I thought he apologized?" Kenya asked with confusion on her face.

"No, he ate some cat and thought shit was cool." She mumbled making them bust out laughing.

"Not you standing on business." Kenya laughed as the guys walked over to their booth and sat down.

As Kenya said Jey slid into the booth and sat right next to Brianna who was smiling at him. The smell of his cologne instantly filled her nose.

He smelled so so good

“What you getting?” He asked Brianna once everyone got settled.

"I don’t know. Everything smells so good." She shrugged as she picked up the menu.

"Shit, everything is good. I'm not gonna lie." Jey nodded his head as she looked over the menu. He already knew what he wanted since he came here so often.

“You know what you’re getting?” She looked over at him.

“Yeah, the same thing I get every time. This is my favorite spot.” He told her.

Nodding her head she looked over the menu a bit before deciding what she wanted to get. In the meantime Jey talked her ear off but she didn’t mind. She liked his personality and how he had her laughing the whole time they talked.

Everyone was pretty much in their own world as Maurice tried to butter up Chloe and Kenya talked to one of Jey’s teammates. When the group was ready to go Jey took it upon himself to pay for Brianna’s meal which she greatly appreciated.

“My hair is about to get ruined.” Brianna whined looking at the rain the was coming down.

Jey glanced over at her before taking off his favorite hooded letterman jacket and giving it to her so she could protect her hair.

“No, you don’t have to do that. You already paid for my food and stuff.” She shook her head innocently but Jey wasn’t having it.

“Hmm, I’ll be fine. I got another one in my car.” He spoke nonchalantly as he held the jacket out.

“Okay, thank you.” She smiled, pulling the large jacket on. The smell of his cologne immediately filled her nose as the jacket bascially swallowed her.

“Jey! You wanna give her a ride back to the dorm? I was gonna ride back with Brandon but not if she has to walk back by herself.” Kenya called out to him.

As much as Kenya wanted to hang out with Brandon she wasn’t going to leave her friend to walk back on her own. Nor would she let her get in the car with Jey if she wasn’t comfortable doing so.

“I got her if she’s cool with that.” Jey nodded his head at Kenya who turned her attention towards Brianna.

“Are you comfortable riding with him? If not I can walk back with you, no pressure.” Kenya reassured her.

“Yeah, that’s fine. If you don’t mind dropping me off.” She smiled at him.

“I got you, come on.” He nodded his head.

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[enden-k]

so sorry if this has been explained anywhere on your blog, but are the fears literal things? like, i was looking through your elite 9 art and was wondering if the fears are things they fight but then saw your suyo art (love her btw) and her card said “contracted fears: cynophobia” then i thought are they similar to police dogs? where they can be harmful but also help in certain fields?

ty:3

not entirely sure i understand correctly so ill just explain (i think i did so before but ill just explain again just in case)

fears is just a term they use for all entities. they are paranormal beings that manifest due to negative energy, ghosts if u wanna call it but since not everything or everyone is a ghost (deceased people), its not entirely accurate to use the term (some entities are so called nightmares or phobias or just energy). they soon started to use "fear" since those entities share the thing of negative energy and causing fear reactions

the energy differs from entity to entity; low energy type of entities are called "lesser fears" and not that much of a concern but more of a bother if they want to be; they are at the bottom of the pyramid. abnormally massive energy type of entities are called greater evils and at the top of the pyramid, they pose a threat to everyone. the lower the energy the lower the risk of possession. nightmares, spirits, phobias etc are somewhere in the middle and have medium risk, thats why amygdala does thorough testing to avoid possession (like it happened in suyos case before); if the fear contract causes fear reactions in a seeker, its easier for the being to overpower their human and possess them, thats why the seekers get desensitized and checked for fears and phobia to avoid having their own fear assigned (explained here in case i didnt make sense just now)

not everyone made a contract with fears since not everyone is suited. fear contracts allow seekers to see the unseen and have them help with annihilation of other fears (seekers do exorcisms, which they do themselves, or hunt and annihilate fears, which they do w help of their fear contract) - contracts come with side effects and risks

suyos fear contract is "cynophobia"; its a fear that manifests itself as a pair of dogs. shes claustrophobic so amygdala made sure not to assign a fear that is somewhat related to that. noah is scared of injections and needles so again, amygdala made sure to keep that away from him and assigned him "scopohobia"; this is mogu, it manifests itself as a floating eyeball

phobias manifests when the negative energy is strong enough, thats why not every single phobia can manifest (take smth super rare as an example)

saran is a different case since hes not a phobia; no one really knows what he is and they cant study him but hes a mutated form of a vengeful ghost and something else who shot all the way up to the top of the pyramid. his negative energy is massive and abnormal and he preys on humans and fears. hes a greater evil, smth that is impossible to make a contract with bc of the high risk

so yea, they seek evil with evil. fear contracts will behave and obey their humans but if there is a chance to overpower and possess them, they will most definitely do so. they are evil beings after all, even tho some do get attached to their human

[thebestjjenthusiast]

narcotic

jj x pogue!reader (best friend!reader)

where reader moved in the obx a few years back -if moved is what we’re calling it now- and ever since has been very close friends with the pogues. but what happens if she gives in to jjs flirting instead of brushing him off like shes done years and years now?

masterlist | 00 | 01

y/n is a person that if youd ask one of her friends to describe her to them, theyd say shes creative, confident but mostly, friendly.

when shes talking about her friendship with the people around her, you can just understand that she values it more than her own life.

although kildare is a small town, with beautiful sights and a beach about ten feet away from you at all times, whenever she gets the chance to sit on a rooftop and enjoy life from far away, she seizes it. whether it means spending her time on there with her dear friends, or alone.

its not rare for her friends and she to argue about what movie theyre going to watch on their free nights. while sarah is arguing with kie about whether theyre going to watch a romance-comedie or a national geographic documentary, she just hopes a tom cruise movie will pop up in the recommendations so she can watch her favourite genre -with her favourite actor- thrilling, adrenaline-rushing, adventure movies.

its often for people to want to get to know her better, befriending her, and so they throw compliments all over her. mostly about her looks, her style and her aesthetic but she never seems surprised. what touches her heart as a compliment is any compliment about her personality. and that goes for the people around her too of course, she would rather not say anything if its not about someones personality.

as y/n is from a small european country, which is the home of every pretty olympian god’s statue, she admires whenever she comes across one. she didnt always use to enjoy observing them, but after she went away, every little thing that reminds her if her origins and her home makes her nostalgic.

you can easily catch y/n listening to her favourite rock albums whatever shes doing. whether thats getting ready, taking a shower, studying or even moving from one room to another.

one day, the friendgroup was discussing, “if we were a mythical creature, anything, what would we be?” they had all agreed on kie being a mermaid, jj being an alien (from mars specifically), pope a mummy and y/n a vampire.

a lot of her previous friendships and relationships with people in general have suddenly stopped, the moment y/n started sensing that someone is being ignorant. shed always complain to her closest friends about how much she hates ignorant people, and the feeling that comes with that that makes her feel invisible.

whenever the weather in the obx is a little chilly and breezy, y/n would be at the patio, music being almost not noticed by anyone a foot away from her, but she would enjoy listening to her favourite song, “everybody’s chaning” by the keane and just sitting back and relaxing.

another deep conversation shes had with john b on a very late night, they agreed that if their lives were a book, y/n would be the villain. but not in the actual villain way, in the way that in the beginning the reader would have a gut feeling about her but in the end theyll end up loving her more than the hero itself.

lastly, the obx is where y/n belongs. if she were to be in another place, she’d grab her belongings and catch the first ferry to the obx and run to the château in an instant.

and that pretty much sums up y/n as a person and a friend.

an: okayyyy first time tumblring how do we feel? is that good? anything would be appreciated, from support to suggestions to hate. i want to know how to be better and hyyave some motivation doing something nice with my time (because im bored of just reading rafe aus when im a jj girly but i think ive read EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!!!)

[11queensupreme11]

Hii queen , i just read chapter 51 and omg my posy heart has been FED 💙💙 the smut was so yummy, i just KNEW he would be the first because narratively it just makes sense and my boy already got, not just the FIRST husband title stolen but also the SECOND, so you had to do him justice somehow 😭

This HAS to be mentioned too: The fight between the yans was SO cooollllll ugghh youre really good at describing actions. Its really easy to imagine them in my head. And the way you get creative with their respective myths for their moves, it really does make them more “godly” cuz it doesn’t restrict them to one ability. Its just so damn cool like anubis spreading his arms out while everything and everyone crumbles before him, beelzebub’s unholy screech and then raining literal hellfire, and hades using the darkness to suck up all the water ahhhh🔥🔥 

Not to mention, of all solutions, i really didn’t expect you to go down the vampire percy route, that surprised me sm (and then it transitioned to percy getting dicked down and now my awe turned into 👁️👄👁️ ). And before that we got demeter’s and zag’s extremely brutal deaths but i just didnt have the time to grieve with all the things youre throwing at our girl 😭😭 daddyseidon is so unhinged and its only act TWO of four 😭

also, congrats to getting to act 2!! were so close to meeting cu and ughh i cant wait for their interactions, im already conflicted on whos my number 1 yan and i feel like i’ll really like cu… im also a SUCKER for reaction fics too so im very excited on that one as well hehe queen youre spoiling us, truly 💙

to celebrate, here’s fanart for act 2’s arrival!! 🥳🥳

happy new year, queen! Cheers and stay safe mwah 

LMAO I LOVE HOW THE APRON ISN'T EVEN BIG ENOUGH TO COVER POSEIDON'S SLUTTY BOOB SHIRT THING 😭😭😭

and omg thank you so much for all the nice things you said about my fight scenes 😭😭 fight scenes are so hard for me because while i can IMAGINE the coolest fight scene in my head ever, it's so hard for me to write about without getting too wordy and hard to understand. the best part at least, is that with arsenic blues the fighting also includes POWERS and it's lot easier for me to describe tsunami waves crashing on a person, dark bolts of energy striking someone down, etc. compared to.... a very elaborate hand-to-hand combat scene 😭😭😭😭

also! they're gods and i don't need to ever limit myself cuz they can literally do ANYTHING. it's just so much fun writing about powers lol

AND YES I DON'T WANNA RESTRICT THEM TO ONE ABILITY/POWER. asdfbajhfv i hated how they did that in ror cuz they just seemed like superhumans instead of gods, and the fact that most of those abilities were more... physical-wise and not power-wise. it reminds me too much of superhero tv shows where characters got ONE superpower smh, you people are supposed to be GODS, GIVE ME MORE 👹

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

ok first off

Are You Literally Cas

....secondly holy CRAP you don't know how right you are. There's this one irl folkloric/mythic source. Never referenced in spn afaik. But once you Know, the entire show is unintentional references, all the way through, Pilot-15x20. And what's worse, once you know The (Unintended) Parallel, the show makes MORE SENSE. The weird tone shifts, plot holes, power scaling, bizarre lore, nonsense plot progression in later seasons all not only MAKES SENSE, it also suddenly a REALLY FUCKING GOOD STORY. Like I consider spn to be THE SINGLE BEST retelling of the original folkloric narrative, in existence, PERIOD. Over a century of scholars studying this work in attempts to adapt or expand on it have not ONCE approached spn- and spn didn't even know it was doing it. BUT IT GETS WORSE, bc spn isnt just full of surface-level references to the work. I am in my third semester of college studying the detailed linguistic nuances and cultural context of this work, and still semi-regularly run into things that I, and the fandom, thought Supernatural made up. And like they did make it up! Becuase this work was lost until fairly recently (last 3 centuries) and the linguistics for even longer! It didnt have any long-lasting folkloric adaptations in its own time for many main plot elements to EVER be fully reconstructed, let alone for individual linguistic and cultural aspects to survive in popular consciousness. Some of the stuff "spn made up" have, afaik, NOT BEEN SEEN IN FOLKLORE SINCE THE ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPT WAS SHELVED IN A MONASTERY 1000 YEARS AGO

....anyway yeah I feel you with how weird unintentional references are

Dean’s Angel Kink and Sam’s Witch Kink (Part 2)

—What I See in Destiel and Samwena (this has more depth and less kink than I made it sound like)

You can find part 1 here.

In the beginning of episode 2x13 Houses of the Holy, we see a despondent woman named Gloria channel surfing on her TV.

A being of light that she thinks to be an angel appears to her, telling her to kill a man who we later find out literally has skeletons buried in his basement.

When Sam interrogates Gloria, she tells him with an enraptured smile that she thinks she was chosen for redemption.

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[angelcatsiel]

being a bucktommy fan right now feels like being a destiel fan in november 2020. we got an episode that gave us such validation and joy, and a story that we felt certain would have to get some kind of meaningful conclusion, only to feel like we all got slapped in the face two weeks later

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[sam-violet]

chillin in the hot springs 🌱

+ a closeup

[heynhay]

hey ive had a couple ppl say they like the way i do colors and some others say they dont know HOW i apply weird palettes would anyone be interested in a tutorial. because i find a palette i like before i even lay out base color usually.

[agtavio]

who we really are