#damn🤭🤭

[jerefishvr]

maturing is realizing Miles Quaritch isn't hot or anything ☠️☠️ mf looks like Donald Trump bffr. but i will GLADLY use his hashtags to get more likes #gaslight😝😝

but yk who is pretty??

her 💞

[spitedemon]

i really don’t think it’s “typical dragon age fandom nonsense” for people to be genuinely upset about the world state choices. combat, level design, art direction, gameplay gimmicks, those have all varied across each dragon age game. the one thing that’s remained constant are nods to our previous choices.

i wasn’t expecting my HoF to come riding in on a griffon, but i can’t find a monument dedicated to warden tabris somewhere around the anderfels? lucanis couldn’t have some lines about the time that one arainai boy was stirring up trouble in antiva city? you’re gonna tell me that making a mage the new divine wouldn’t have some impact on nevarra and antiva? on the anderfels, the supposed most devout militant andrastian nation in thedas? you’re saying nobody in the north is paying attention to who rules orlais or ferelden? come on.

[b0tster]

more like peach bunny haha,,

[kelin-is-writing]

In love with him all over again 🥰

[ilikeicecoffee-blog]

Is he a hit man? Or maybe he's the boss of a company? Or is it just Maro in a suit? That's up for you to decide as there is no wrong answer🫵😌

[speakofcompersion]

240712 NeverNever Fanmeeting - Taemin Guilty ♥︎

[secriden]

Sooooo, like, we can all agree they definitely went bareback their first time, right?

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

A 'small' KrishnArjuna fanart 🤭🥰✨️💖🦋🦚🙆‍♀️

[guardian-angle22]

to me it looks like he says c'mere and then hey babe when they're actually hugging

[response to my question on the tags of this post]

That’s what I was thinking too! I wish we could hear it. 🥺 just a soft “c’mere” as he opens his arms wide to envelop his husband in a massive all-consuming hug. 🥹

[thesnowflake18]

Good morning. How is my old 2020 ship Kiribaku kinda basically implied canon. How did that happen. I feel like I won the prize to a lottery I forgot I joined. I'm kinda giddy but??? LEGIT HOW

[th3-sad-3mo-princ3ss]

🕸 @the-sad-emo-princess666 🕸

[0605018redactedasmr]

I just know Freelancer was kicking their feet and twirling their hair while reading that damn letter

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Thats rly straight yup straight as this fucking circle ⭕️

[minh-i]

Goddamn. He's so gorgeous I'm not even gonna

[k0t3x-n3t]

Formally coming out as an Atsushi dick rider 🤞

Cuz come on, JUST LOOK AT THIS MAN

[stolasbuckzo]

This scene lives rent free in my head…

There’s something about their dynamic that radiates domesticity — that soft, familiar “we haven’t danced since our kid(s) were born” energy. It’s in the quiet routines they never meant to build — the way Stolas pours two cups without asking, and how Blitz shifts things out of Stolas’s way without thinking. They move around each other like it’s second nature, falling into step as if they’ve done this a thousand times before.

It’s in the teasing, the easy bickering that never quite feels like a fight, and the lingering glances that stretch just a little too long. There’s a rhythm to them — not forced, but settled, like slipping into something comfortable and worn. Even in silence, they fit — the kind of intimacy that feels inevitable, even if neither of them dares to name it.

And to top it off? The undeniable sexual tension woven through their every interaction — that slow, simmering heat beneath the surface. The playful back and forth that feels like a dance neither of them fully commits to but can’t step away from. The teasing remarks that seem to hover in the space between them, daring the other to take it further.

Stolas’s quiet, husbandly laugh — the one meant only for Blitz — speaks louder than any words ever could. It’s the kind of laugh that carries weight, one that feels at home in Blitz’s ears, as if he’s heard it a thousand times before and each time it chips away at the walls he builds. It’s a laugh that lingers, not just in the moment, but in the silence after, like an echo of something unspoken but deeply felt — a reminder that whatever this is, it’s far more than either of them is ready to admit.