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[forgottenarias]

One Night | Arthur & Aria

"Everyone, my lady. They are, all of them, my father's people. They are all mine to protect."

Arthur's words ran through Aria's head again as she stared across the great hall to where Eilia was seated next to the Emperor. Aria knew the look her on her sisters face, the well practiced Stafford expression that meant to convey no expression at all. Aria had hoped that the Emperor had given up his goal of marrying her sister when he had declared the Staffords bastards but it seemed that would not be the case.

Aria pressed her back against the wall, feeling a bit out of her own skin dressed in the silks and satins Cassandra had insisted she wear when Aria had asked the youngest Varmont princess about attire for the tournament. Aria had never imagined Cassandra would commisson her an entire set of outfits for her to wear for the event. Part of the plan, she'd told herself and Eilia when they'd been delivered to their tiny quarters. It was all part of the plan.

"Eilia should be queen," Aria thought to herself, an often repeated mantra in these past weeks. She watched her sister give Roderick a short response to whatever question he had asked of her. Though the Emperor's face did not show it, Aria imagined he was less than pleased with her limited responses.

"Butcher I may be, but butcher I do not wish to remain."

Aria heard the guard next to her, who had been her near constant companion during the tournaments events, yawn. Aria turned her head slightly so she could just see him out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm not planning on running away if you'd like to go take a nap," Aria informed him. The guard frowned, saying nothing, though he suddenly was adjusting his stance, standing straighter and no longer leaning against the wall as she herself was in that moment. Aria turned her gaze back to the crowd to gauge the reason and was met with Arthur Varmont making his way towards her.

"Eilia should be queen," Aria thought to herself once again as Arthur reached her. Despite herself, she smiled slightly as he approached. It had been today Arthur had finally found himself the champion of the day and Aria had silently reminded herself she shouldn't look too pleased when he finally claimed victory.

"Let me offer you congratulations on your victory today, Imperial Highness," Aria offered, clasping her hands behind her back as she pushed away from the wall, standing up properly to speak with him. The pair had spoken little in the past days with the activities and festivities that had been taking place, but Aria had seen the small white fabric pinned to his surcoat each time he'd entered the tournament grounds. Aria had made a point not to think about why she'd handed him that handkerchief, not to think about how he'd interpreted her gesture. Aria Stafford could not admit that to herself... not yet.

"I am here to do all the good I can."

"Seeing you out there today did make me realize how dearly I miss riding from time to time," Aria mused, suddenly unsure of what more to say. "Tomorrow is to be... a group..." she paused, fumbling for the word. "Melee?" she finally concluded.

Tournaments had been rare in Astaira in the way the Varmonts held them, the country being more prone to festivals that all could partake in. There had been competitions, yes, but wargames had rarely taken place.

[vigilskept]

i know it would've been difficult for them to tackle, but it absolutely kills me thinking about the missed opportunities of getting into religious angle of everything that's going on in veilguard.

because it's insane, right? that there are gods in this game. and the game will tell you over and over that they aren't gods, that they're Just Mages, but that's actually not precisely true. they're something very different from what a tevinter magister is, at least, and not only on a power-scale.

powerful spirits are gods in this setting. that was the religion ascribed to by most of humanity, before andraste. the avvar and chasind still ascribe to that belief.

a lot has been said already about how the game fails to engage with belief for dalish characters, and i agree. i think the game also really fails its andrastian characters here though because this is actually huge.

it's not just whether the golden/black city is/was the seat of the maker. it's the very meaning of what god is that's at stake here.

the maker has abandoned humanity. only through the pleas of his prophet andraste is he willing to consider the idea of offering a second chance to his creation. he will not respond to your prayers, and he will not give you answers. his will is inscrutable, to be interpreted only through the words of his prophet which have been changed over the centuries.

and if you are a mage, you are taught that this maker has cursed you. your very being is a curse.

and then you meet elgar'nan. and then you meet ghilan'nain.

they are not your maker. not really. not even if you're an elf.

but these gods are knowable. they will speak to you, personally. they may even do so with kindness. they will tell you what you could do to please them, and even offer you something in return.

and what they ask is terrible. maybe even unfathomable. but in a world where exalted marches have been called in the name of the maker and entire circles annulled, isn't that enough to give you a little pause?

[sparklerzii]

i have something to say.

[annieqattheperipheral]

Teemu himself comparing natemikko to The Ultimate paulteemu (did u know rachel reid based heated rivalry on them THAT'S WHY IT'S SO GOOD) 😭😭😭

stop stop stop my heart can only sob over one elite hockey couple at a time💔💔 fr this is a tragedy hockey history will never forget

This entire article. It will damage your psyche. WHO LET THEM PUBLISH THIS ARTICLE. IT'S THE SADDEST THING I'VE EVER READ

Like look what aho said:

Ok deep breath.

Now read what mikko said:

he's so lost🥺 like oh yea I'm fine I'll find another soulmate work wife nbd😭😭😭💔

PLS BRING HIM IN FROM THE COLD HE'S SHIVERING 😭 lehky pls cuddle him close every night for the next two weeks

[bunbunpa]

I feel like we as a society need to acknowledge the media literacy every fan of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein goes through.

Which goes in this order:

-Victor is a monster for what he did/The Creature is the victim.

-The Creature is a monster for what he did/Victor is the victim.

-The Creature AND Victor are simultaneously victims of their circumstances.

-The Creature and Victor are both perpetrators and both show incredible entitlement that ruins the lives of victims around them. You cannot excuse either characters actions no matter how much you empathize with them.

[pokeninjager-ghost-art]

🥷CALLING ALL NINJA🥷

Spread this like wildfire! I want all you faithful loyal Ninjago fans to vote for LLOYD in this tournament poll >> HERE << for most tragic character!!!

We need to spread the tag #NINJANEVERQUIT to all platforms with the link attached so we may reach out to our community!!!

If you aren't a ninja and need convincing as to why you should vote for Lloyd, then please read this >> google doc << I so heartedly put together on all the bullet points to his tragedies!

[owl-nerd-13]

thank you to @latriviata and our comment thread conversation, about where to put Tedesco after the Lamb to the Slaughter au is over.

I suppose it's in the nature of having one random idea, then trying to spin into an alternate universe purely on thread of thought, that I fully know Tedesco's exact fate, but not what exactly happens to Vincent during and immediately after the assassination attempt made on him.

[royalarchivist]

Bad: VegettaGaymer we're outside

Vegetta: [Logs out]

Cellbit: LOL

Bad: >:0

Bad: WHAT THE FUDGE! Why does he do that every time I talk to him?! What the fudge- WHAT THE FUDGE! Every single time- every single time! Do you remember after you had that nightmare and died, and I said, “Hey Vegetta, Dapper just died” and he flipping left? Can you believe this little muffinhead?!

Bad: That’s flipping it- THAT’S FLIPPING IT! PEACE?! Agh- you can rest in pieces! We’re breaking in Dapper, he broke into our house, we're breaking in flipping right now, are you ready?

Dapper: [Nods]

A two-part tragedy and a short-lived one-sided war between Vegetta and Badboyhalo.

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Bad: VegettaGaymer we're outside

Vegetta: [Logs out]

Cellbit: LOL

Bad: >:0

Bad: WHAT THE FUDGE! Why does he do that every time I talk to him?! What the fudge- WHAT THE FUDGE! Every single time- every single time! Do you remember after you had that nightmare and died, and I said, “Hey Vegetta, Dapper just died” and he flipping left? Can you believe this little muffinhead?!

Bad: That’s flipping it- THAT’S FLIPPING IT! PEACE?! Agh- you can rest in pieces! We’re breaking in Dapper, he broke into our house, we're breaking in flipping right now, are you ready?

Dapper: [Nods]

Bad: Alright. This guy thinks his house is secure? What do you think?

[+] VegettaGaymer

Bad: Oh.

Bad: ...I guess he's not that bad, we can wait here. Here he comes! Hello! He's out of range, we'll wait a little bit.

Vegetta: [From far away, slowly increasing in volume] Good morningggggggggggg–

Bad: Hello!

Vegetta: Hello, Badboy!

Bad: Hello! It's been a while.

[motherish]

I feel very bad for people who genuinely believe that they don’t need anyone and that they would get along just fine without any sort of close human connection like.. you poor fool. You don’t realize how the people you’ve let into your life have shaped you. And it’s always someone who HAS people in their circle that like to BRAG about not needing anyone in their circle! Lose all your friends and THEN tell me how you would “be just fine” without anyone. I hear someone say that and it comes off as a cry for help to me. Your life sucks. You have no idea what it truly means to see yourself in someone. To see them in you. What is so cool about not needing anyone. Where is the vulnerability. In this one singular life that you get, why not actually be fuckin authentic for once.

[soulprompts]

hello my loves! i've been having this conversation on my main rp blog for a few days now, and so i decided to bring it here and have it with you guys too. before we go any further, please respect one another in the comments, this is just a little conversation about our thoughts and opinions!

so i've been on tumblr since 2015, meaning i've seen a lot of different eras in the rpc here! and it occurred to me that even back in 2018/2019, things in the rpc felt a LOT easier! we had dash events, group verses, people seemed to find it much easier to interact with their mutuals, we were a lot more relaxed about out absences and just generally seemed a lot happier and more of a community!

my question is this: do you think the rpc was better in the past? and if so, what do you miss specifically? what do you think needs to change for the rpc to be more of a community?

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Im curious - how long have you known Qiqi was gonna be the one to drop the g-word to the gang? was that planned since the beginning or did that happen whilst writing the chapter? it was such an amazing speech i loved it, imo it was the perfect was to reveal it, because lets be real Zhongli is too modest to list off all his titles like that.

ALSO her being like “dont call him Morax its rude >:(“ was just so ahhhh!!!

that was planned from the start yeah, i usually have a couple of scenes written ahead of time and either work up to them or find somewhere to slot them in, depending on what's going on. the qiqi rex lapis rant was of the bunch that had its space reserved so to speak

[fistfuloflightning]

Cloud Recesses was much as he remembered, silent and still beneath a layer of new snow. Pristine and untouched and icily perfect. He… no longer cared for it. Home was loud and boisterous and water lapping the shore and the scent of lotus flowers and dark hair curled around his fingers. Something much more alive. But. It was nice to see snow again. And to share it. Lan Wangji took three steps in the snow, paused, listened.

The telltale crunch of smaller steps behind him, a muffled giggle. Snowflakes caught in his lashes as he kept his gaze steadfastly forward. He took another four steps, purposefully lengthening his stride.

“No fair!”

Lan Yuan’s squeal was as muffled as the white world around them, a far cry from their home in Lotus Pier. When Jiang Cheng had first suggested the visit to Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji had been suitably uncertain. He had left on less than ideal terms with his uncle and brother and he’d been under the impression that his return would be unwelcome. Even now, returned to Gusu Lan for a conference, he was treated with the characteristic chill politeness due to a sect leader’s spouse who did not act in any political capacity.

But perhaps he should have insisted on accompanying Jiang Cheng to the private meeting with both Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen…? Unsupervised, it was sure to end badly. But he trusted Wanyin.

Lan Wangji turned sharply, catching A’Yuan in the act of attempting his yet unmastered qinggong, four year old A’Ling stumbling along in his wake and trying to use Lan Wangji‘s footsteps as a path.

But the moment he reached the point where the steps grew too far apart, Lan Wangji swooped the boy up. Taking his a distraction as an opportunity, A’Yuan leaped on his back. With A’Ling squirming like an excited puppy in his arms and a gangly A’Yuan hanging around his neck, Lan Wangji swung them around.

He remembered the rules carved into the Wall of Discipline, knew that he should count himself as an offender multiple times over for just this simple act of playing with his sons—but they were alone and he had left his inhibitions in the icy rooms of the Jingshi long ago when Jiang Cheng had come to claim him as his given-groom.

A’Yuan’s skinny arms tightened around his neck. “I’ve got you!” the boy cried.

With a near-silent huff of laughter, Lan Wangji dropped to his knees, pretending to be dragged down by force. The boys fell full-body into the snow, their laughter shattering the stillness like glass. Struggling out of the snow they ambushed him again, both immediately trying to bury him in the drift.

It was this tableau that welcomed Jiang Cheng as he approached on the stone path. Lan Wangji gave his husband a once-over, noting his unscathed form and his calm composure, a unlooked for miracle to come out of the meeting with the clan leaders.

Jiang Cheng stood calmly with his hands laced behind his back. “It appears you are losing the war, Hanguang-jun,” he said, one brow lifting mockingly. “The hero of the Sunshot Campaign, brought low by two urchins. How the mighty have fallen—”

His mouth was stopped by Lan Wangji’s unerringly aimed snowball.

[ofthebrownajah]

I'm at this weird halfway point where I agree that the show shouldn't have made Rand OP from the beginning, but on the opposite end we run into problems where he isn't as powerful rn as he should be. Namely, that he hasn't had a raging sun equivalent.

And I do like what they've done with Rand's channeling so far. He channels more like a Forsaken, can handle more weaves and can channel more precisely than most, and has had several powerful channeling moments that were destructive. They just weren't explosive/showcasing him as the Dragon. He needed something to show the world his potential rather than a few people I think is the general consensus

[sieglinde-freud]

its taking all of my restraint to not just post the whole fucking conversation but they really are so dear to me. this whole scene is soooooo… like for inigo its everything he definitely needed to hear but never got to and for chrom its just kind of that full circle moment of making peace not only with his son but also his own self as someone who is slowly coming to terms with his weaknesses as a ruler (like his anger and his brashness—which inigo also has!) and how he projected his feelings of inadequacy onto inigo and is slowly making up for that. GOD. chrom inigo father son bonding hours. IM EMO

[awanderingtortoise]

This is the gayest shit I have ever read

[quotidian-oblivion]

Some days, I get no comments or activity from my works on ao3, then one day I get 16 comments on different fics all from different people and I wonder what happened in the world that made everyone collectively flock to ao3