#daff was there too

[darkxsoulzyx]

POV: YOU GO ON VACATION, FUCKED AROUND, AND FOUND OUT.

(Made this for a goofy AU me and friends are doing for Dakota/into the y/n verse)

Dakota has two new house cats guys— /lh

@bunmuffin @garbagechocolate @bbonkie @nebuladreamz

[coldblooded-angel]

Post-Saltburn AU!

Where Oliver meets someone who bears an eerie resemblance to the boy he loved put in the ground all those years ago. (aka Bobby Falls, a serial killer running from the law on vacation in the UK)

Oliver had to do a double take.

He recognized the slope of his shoulders, the shape of his legs. His hair was cropped short but he recognized him the same.

He buried the love of his life that summer. So why has he come to haunt him again?

[sirenvrse]

Sj2 au where bugs didn't come back for MONTHS

[imperial-daffodil]

Purple Team is back in business.

They look like a cover of a hard rock band album x)

Squid rock, to be more precise.

[smokedbeans]

It’s six am do I just stop trying to sleep and try again later

[blarrghe]

Haven't really been on Tumblr, haven't been promoting my stuff. Oops. Anyway, Whumptober.

The Purge of Wycome

M | Graphic Depictions of Violence | M/M | Canon-ish | ch. 5/? (Not more than ten on god) | 9,817

Summary: Taren Lavellan has been captured. The Inquisition searches for him in vain as Venatori cultists attempt to extract the secrets of the breach, rather painfully, from his marked hand.

Ch. 5 Snippet:

The Venatori fell easily. Too easily. Dorian wanted a fight. Toe to toe, round after round, firing everything he had against their demons and mages and the worst of their red lyrium-addled warriors. Instead he had The Iron Bull and Vivienne de Fer shattering warriors together like glass, Sera and Varric firing explosive shots to take out crowds of shades, Cole slipping through the lines with his daggers, and Cassandra, Blackwall, and the Commander all swiftly sweeping through the rest. Solas put up a barrier, and Dorian penned in what was left in the tunnel before them with a wall of flames. 

Finally, the twisting tunnels came to a dead end. Dorian stopped a ranting villain with a grotesque projection of red lyrium stuck through his chest from giving his sermon with a bout of walking-bomb. He only kept the barrier up to keep the gore at bay. 

The entire operation was reduced to ash in less time than it took to fix his hair in the mornings. 

Too quickly. He could have done that all day. 

But then they found him, and Dorian could do nothing

[didntaskforfrozenyoghurt]

low vision? low bandwidth? no problem.

[barrenclan]

those three panels of rain looking at daff are making me so insane thinking of what could’ve happened if he had killed her. slug would have lost both of her daughters to their UNCLE, to her BROTHER. would pine and slug have clung to each other for the next few issues? would beeface have felt what plumstripe did? would corm try to stick close to pine in the next few issues? would coot feel sympathy for pine?

AND THINKING OF IF SLUG SURVIVES AND PINE DOESNT IN THE NEXT ISSUES. SHE WOULD LOSE TWO OF HER KITS TO DEFIANCE. AUGH.

Slugpelt's experienced a lot of grief, sadly. I don't seem to be too kind to her, for being my favorite character.

I simply can't stop thinking about this incredible animatic made by sweetlittlelyre in reference to Rainhaze's violent death forcing him to confront the monstrosity of his actions.

"And now I know how Joan of Arc felt..."

[helenakwayne]

And Then There Were Three

Thoughts on Bridgerton S3 Kanthony – spoilers abound (Alt. Title: Read Me Rant)

It was never my intention to watch Bridgerton. When season 2 came out, some of my best friends told me I needed to watch season 2, specifically. So, I did, starting from season 1, because context is important to me. I watched season 1. It was all right. I watched season 2. I had a new ship. I love Kate and Anthony, and if I’m entirely honest, I may love her quite a bit more than I love him. But I do love them together. I do think they work better as a unit than apart.

As every Kanthony shipper knows, Season 2 was unsatisfying. We felt precious screentime that should have gone to our leads was wasted somewhere else—something about rubies and American mines. It differed from the book, but we have made peace with it. We have two stories with the same, if slightly different, characters—more to love, right? But if there is something we’re all terribly happy about, it is the leads we got. Jonny Bailey and Simone Ashley have chemistry up to their yang; they make that enemies-to-lovers plotline sing, and they act out the hell out of their characters. They have both stated on numerous occasions how much they love their respective characters, and they do make them come alive in a beautiful way. Our complaints about season 2 mainly were about timing—did we have to make it all the way to a doomed wedding in episode 6? By then, Si and Daff were getting it on, leaving time to resolve everything else while we were barely reaching peak angst. We had no onscreen courtship. No onscreen wedding. No onscreen honeymoon. No onscreen Kate becoming the kickass viscountess she will prove to be (but I’m getting ahead of myself). No onscreen Anthony letting go of his psychological burdens. But our leads were together, so… yey?

Bridgerton as a show is not without its MANY problems, but I choose to watch it despite those problems. I won’t dive too much into those. What is troubling, however, is when they seem to waste outstanding opportunities that require minimal effort because of what looks like mere incompetence.

So, season 3 Kanthony… By some miracle, both Simone Ashley and Jonathan Bailey can come back for a few episodes. Jonny, we learn, made an almost superhuman effort to make it happen. Simone may have passed on a role to be there. They are fan favourites. They are the heads of the household, after which the show itself is named. They are excellent actors with a lot of chemistry. Episode 1, you establish they’re happy newlyweds, recently in from an extended honeymoon (and no, I do not think they went to India—not enough time); Kate’s adapting to her new role, but they both want more time to themselves, so, extended honeymoon. Ok, we can live with that. Is it frustrating that they only have about five minutes of screen time? Sure, but we can stomach it. Those were a lovely 5 minutes. They are happy and in love; they have a purpose and a somewhat logical explanation to exit the screen for a while. We can move on. We sit tight until Part 2 of Season 3 is released. We are told Kate will be pregnant! And… nothing else. So, we wait. And here they come. She is pregnant! She’s looking a bit nauseous from the ride, bless her, but Anthony is as besotted as ever, thinking naughty thoughts about his insanely hot pregnant wife and ready to shout his praises to high heaven. And that is awesome! As shippers, we are so happy for them. Look at them in bed! Aren’t they precious? Sure, their four-legged son is cockblocking Ant, and Kate is preoccupied about when to release the news, but they are the sweetest, hottest couple. Let us bask. Let us rejoice in the new Viscountess Bridgerton, running that household, caring for Greg and Eloise, crushing that party. She’s good at it, and she KNOWS it. She gloats, and she deserves it. You go, Kathani! You were born for this! And then, they have the sweetest, most perfect moment in which she tells Anthony they should announce baby Edmund is coming (because this needs to be Neddy, guys). He’s perfect in his speech, and she loves him, and he loves her. They tell the matriarchs, showing their excitement in different but complementary ways. And we love them. So. Much. So… where do they go? Where are they? Did they … poof away? We don’t know! One minute Kate was being the perfectest new viscountess, organising, hosting, wife-ing, mothering, sistering, being the meanest, toughest bitch in the ton, and then… where’s my Kate, you monsters? Anthony is wherever she is, surely, but wasn’t he perpetually busy? Wasn’t “dutiful” his primary descriptor? Remember all that paperwork he was supposed to be completing after the original honeymoon? Remember all that work he did on seasons 1 and 2? Remember all the planning and the family overseeing? Is he doing that? Where? Is Kate there, too? Well, we’ll never know. Let’s skip to episode 7, shall we? Because we must. This is Kanthony-focused, after all…

Episode 7 is a doozy because there’s so much… nothing for us. Do they look amazing? Sure. Look at visibly pregnant Kate. My brain immediately goes into protecting the Queen mode. But where is Anthony? Look, guys, I adore besotted, Kate-obsessed Anthony as much as the next shipper, but we love that Anthony because we know there’s so much more to him. We adore him because of how he grows for her. But this guy? He’s not exactly growing because he has no plotline other than being Kate’s husband and the father of her child. And if you’re here for just that, then all power to you. I am happy for you. Have at it. But that isn’t me. I need more. I need to see him trying to be who he has always been—the dutiful son, the protective brother, the respected viscount—while he is also Kate’s loving husband and Neddy’s amazing dad. The one-dimensionality of Anthony is killing me. Because we do get slightly more of that with Kate. The convo with Colin was her using all of her powers to save her new family once again. We saw a glimpse of Viscountess Bridgerton-Sharma being perfection in episode 5. But then it was taken away! It makes no sense for her to be seen running the household if she is there intermittently. Seriously, where were they? Was there an agreement that Violet would run Bridgerton House while Kate was away? Can you… I don’t know… tell us? But to add insult to injury, the things they wrote in. Ant saying he loves weddings? Kate saying theirs was perfect? You know what would have been perfect? WATCHING IT ON SCREEN. And as great as it was to know that Eddie did not marry the prince, but some dude in India who makes her oh so happy (good for you, girlie), Anthony goes on to propose leaving for India right now? NOW? With Kate visibly pregnant? With Frannie's impending wedding? Is this proof of a doppelganger? Has Newton cockblocked him to stupidity? Is this what happens when he ain’t allowed to munch to his heart’s delight? Seriously, what sort of OOC nonsense is this? And guys… gals… pals… I LOVE Kathani Sharma-Bridgerton being from India. I would commission an entire show about her life. I want to know everything about her background—from birth mom to Papa Sharma’s death to their coming to London. I want it all. Educate me! BUT THIS MAKES NO SENSE, ANTHONY! And finally… finally… as lovely as the nose-boop was, people, THAT MAY VERY WELL BE THEIR LAST SCENE ON THE SHOW. THAT WAS THE PARTING SHOT. THAT WAS IT. THE LAST DIALOGUE. And I cannot. The waste. The absolute waste. The awful writing. The missed chances.

Many would tell me to count my blessings, and I do. I will. I thank the people who made the clipped versions of seasons 2 and 3 so I can watch just my Kanthony without the extra plot. I appreciate the happy ending. And there are amazing fic writers who give me stories that are so much more fun, satisfying, exciting and fulfilling than this shoddy attempt at using two of the best talents in the business right now. Yey, baby Neddy! Yey, Viscountess Bridgerton-Sharma! Yey besotted Kate and Anthony! But, gods above… this SHOULD have been so much more.

[unfashionably-late-comics]

As the younger sibling myself, it was a requirement to put yucky food on my older brother's plate. This is just one of the many Sibling Rules we all must adhere to.

Bonus follow up conversation:

Daffy: Here Bugs, you can have my carrots

Bugs: Aw, thanks Daff~

Daffy, plate now full of non-vegetables: Sure, but you owe me

Yakko: You can have my carrots too!

Bugs: No, you kids have to eat your veggies

Yakko: :(

But Yakko never calls out his baby sibs because he's a good big bro.

[coldblooded-angel]

Heeeeey 👋🏽 I heard you wanted to talk about Challengers and I'm here to answer the call so here I goooo

One thing I adore about the movie is that this is truly a love triangle where all parties have incredible tension with each other. With Patrick and Tashi, it's already set up as a rivalry with how he's shocked she isn't going pro and choosing college instead. Meanwhile, imho, Art represents the "safe choice" for both Tashi and Patrick since we see how he tends to follow their leads. Patrick wants to check out the girls' tennis, he wants to go to the party afterwards, and he actively pursues Tashi with Art not being as open or loud compared to his bestie.

But then we see that while Tashi is okay with not being a homewrecker, as her career and love for the game come 1st, we see that Art is jealous of PatrickTashi relationship but he is more focused on Patrick (mentioning that Patrick's still together with Tashi, most of their tension isn't actually centered around Tashi but b/n Patrick and Art)

I'd say more but then this ask would be hella long lol. I do wonder how many almost kisses the boys might've had pre-Tashi and if they ever wondered what could've been if they hadn't gone for the same girl/Patrick choosing Tashi post almost threesome in the hotel room.

NEVER EVER ! APOLOGIZE FOR A LENGTHY ASK EVER !!!

I too am an avid fan of the biblically accurate love triangle. It is one of the best parts (and the literal backbone) of this movie. Like for me, this movie only works because of how strong each point of the triangle is (in relation to their tensions w one another)

I do love the idea that our baby Art is the “safe choice” but mostly because he is the most compliant only to a degree tho cuz we see that kitty’s got claws the instant he picks up he’s being left out. I think Art as safety net only exists as long as he is part of the equation in the first place.

I don’t necessarily think Tashi is a homewrecker but I think she was the first person to ever be perceived as a “threat” to the ArtPatrick relationship. Because prior to this, Patrick is so blasé about other girls so Art doesn’t care, until he does then he has to compete with tennis AND Tashi for Patrick’s attention.

Also, I like to think their compliance goes both ways because Patrick brings up Tashi to Art, he offers her as a choice and waits for Art to decide. They both implicitly ask each other for permission (only Patrick is much louder and therefore more obvious).

I think in a way Tashi was necessary. Neither of them were willing to make the first move with each other both blind as fuck and probably scared to lose their friendship but Tashi clocked that shit immediately. In a way she gave them permission to just forget everything and just be, they somehow felt safe with her (which is wild cuz THEY JUST MET???)

I am in between the idea that they either have had one kiss (during the first time they jerk off or after) or hook up on the reg to let off some steam and have a sort of understanding that feelings cannot be involved (they are theyre very dumb)

[marylily-my-beloved]

A little dialouge snippet of Narcissa and Bellatrix talking after Andromeda runs away - 348 words !! @thevampireslovelywife hope you like it <333

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“Let her leave Narcissa, it’s not like she wants us to chase her anyways. Stay with me, it’s better like this. You know what will happen if you try to escape.” Bellatrix said, trying to keep her voice level. 

“But Bells, she’s our sister. Doesn’t she love us? Doesn’t she even like us? I don’t want her to leave, I’ll miss her.” Narcissa sobbed out, collapsing to the floor. 

Bellatrix knelt down, facing Narcissa, caressing her face, “I know Daff, I’ll miss her too, but shes not one of us anymore, she left us for a guy. You know that she doesn’t love us.” Bellatrix choked up at her words, but stopped her crying quickly, focusing on keeping Narcissa with her, making her think that she’s the strong one. 

Narcissa collapsed into Bellatrix’s arms, sobbing there, “Bells. I thought Andy loved us, why doesn’t she? What did we even do—“ she cut herself off with even more sobs.

“Oh darling Daff it wasn’t what we did, it’s what we didn’t do. She hates people like us, that boy she ran off with hates us too, he brainwashed her. She’s always gonna hate us, it doesn’t matter that we’re her sister's Daff.” 

“I guess you’re right, Bells, it wasn’t meant to be. I’ll never even think of her again, since she hates us so much. Fuck, I wanna kill that little mudblood she’s with. I just, I just don’t even want to see her anymore.” 

“We’ll kill him Daff, we’ll kill her stupid mudblood husband, and I’ll never even mention her again, yeah? Just pretend you have one sister, just me and you against the world now.” 

“Yeah. Just Bellatrix and Narcissa. You’ll always love me right Bells?”

“Of course, always. As long as you don’t become like Andromeda I’ll always love you. Promise Daff.” 

“I’ll never be like her, I could never abandon my family. I could never abandon you, or Regulus, or even Sirius. We’re family. Family stick together.”

“That’s right Daff, family stick together. Me and you and Regulus. And Sirius if you feel like it.” 

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i hope you guys liked it! because i cried.

[imperial-daffodil]

More of The'Lios, my Githyanki Wizard with the paler green eyes that shine even in the dimmest of light TTnTT

[ar-lath-ma-cully]

and it slips through loose fingers - chapter 33

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Rating: E / Fandom: Dragon Age / Pairing: Cullen/OC / WC: 100k / Chapters: 33/?

CW: low self-esteem, depressive thoughts

What happened? She mouthed again, a question in the furrow of her brow. As far as her memory was concerned, it had been Ellana who had almost died. And what of Solas? Cassandra?  “Something incredibly stupid.” Ellana’s voice quaked with anguish though she shed no tears. “You stepped in front of the Despair demon’s attack and took a blow meant for me as if you hadn’t expected the barrier you’d created to do what it was meant to. Did you want to die? Is that it?” Shaking her head, she took her sister’s hand, desperately squeezing it, but—did she? Did she want to die? You will only fail, as you always have, as you always will. Just as you failed all who have laid their trust in you. And you will fail her, too.

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[theluckywizard]

In the Shattering of Things, Ch. 81: Carver

Cullen x Trevelyan | Hawke x Trevelyan | DAI | Epic | Multiship | Slow burn | Fast burn | Complications While Saving the World

Chapter Summary: Everything goes to shit at the ritual tower

Fic Summary: Lady Rose Trevelyan's idle, aristocratic life blinks out in a haze of irrelevance when the breach destroys the Conclave. She may be soft and coddled when she joins the Inquisition, but there's a fierceness inside her she's yet to fully recognize. Armed with only a few relevant skills and the mark that makes her a legend, she is thrust onto a path delivering hope where it’s long been scorched away and finds comfort in the grumpy, handsome stick in the mud charged with her protection and training. As she stumbles her way across southern Thedas, she begins to realize she's tangled at the center of machinations she barely understands, and she's not alone in that. Enter Hawke.

Excerpt below the cut 👇

A pair of pale blue eyes rages at me. “Who the fuck are you?” 

I yank at his shackles in search of the lock with one hand and fumble for my picks with the other, shoving my tensioner into my mouth. We both flinch against a block of stone sailing over us.

“Someone—” I pluck the pick from my lips, slip it into the lock and grunt a response. “Someone trying to save your arse.”

Under normal circumstances, lockpicking is second nature, but with flame and rock and arrow suffusing the air around us, with my blood slickened left hand, I can’t seem to crack it.

“Maker’s sakes. You’re as bad as my brother,” he moans, rolling up to watch.

“Get down!” I cry, chunks of crumbling ruin hurtling toward us. With a clanking jerk, Carver tugs me flat against him. Erimond picks himself up from where I’d sent him scuttling with the anchor, his eyes flashing that same terrifying violet, summoning more objects into the air.

“Oh shit,” I breathe, scrabbling for my picks against the stone floor.

“Your hand— it’s— Maker your her, aren’t you?”

“A pleasure to meet you too,” I say through gritted teeth, prying at the tumblers in his right shackle. 

In a swift jerk, Carver rolls me to the left out of the path of a stream of flame. I tumble out of his hold, panicking as Erimond charges another spell. “Enough with the bloody lockpicks, woman. Kick me that sword.”

I catch my foot on the guard of longsword and drag it to him, fishing with a free hand for the first grenade I can find. Antivan fire sloshes in its glass ampule. As Carver Hawke finds his feet, I lob it at Erimond, the sticky fluid splattering all over and burning in a perfect orb around the man’s barrier. 

“Fuck!” I cry, pulling my bow off my back and scooting on my arse out of the onslaught. Erimond sends another levitated chunk of ritual tower hurtling toward Carver, knocking him back against the very block meant for his blood. He recovers, gripping the sword in a hand still bound to the other, throwing off a staggering Venatori archer with a potent elbow. He catches another in the chains that hold him and wrenches their head sideways with a disgusting pop.

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[blarrghe]

Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 57 707 | Chapters 27/29

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Summary: 

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

Chapter 27: A Promise Made

Snippet: 

The paths of the forest opened before Taren like easy green curtains. The wind was with them, the weather too. Dark clouds sat heavy in the distance, but above them the skies were but a misty grey. The morning damp and fog lifted into a shady humidity beneath the cover of the trees, calling the insects to bite, but the way was clear. They followed the line of the cliff’s edge back to the point where the buried entrance of the ruin had collapsed, and then on towards the east, where hunters and horses should have been coming around in full circle to meet them. Progress was swift, easy, and in the correct direction. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

At midday Taren conferred with Aldheraen, asking him to etch their marks into the trees before they marched on. They should have come upon the hunters’ tracks by now. The Imperial highway’s rubble of an overgrown road was not far off. They should already have come upon their men, their horses. 

Taren listened to the air, still and quiet. He sent up a flare of bright magic as the sun began to set. 

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