#drink your sorrows

[00blackbird]

Mi Yao rompiéndose 💔😭

[ladycerise]

—¡No me dijiste que era una bestia de Ukthus, cabrón! —protesto.

Antes de poder proponer batirnos en retirada, tú te lanzas a por él. ¡Estás loco! ¡Míralo, está hasta verde de tanto poder que tiene! Su forma me recuerda a algo, pero no caigo ahora. Me sobresalto cuando gritas, abalanzándome también sin pensármelo.

—¡Suelta a mi amigo, hijo de puta!

Drink your sorrows, Yao-ch'en.

Él luchando contra un arbusto (la bestia de ukthus verde) para defender a Jun.

[00blackbird]

JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA. Es que sí son xDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Descripción gráfica de Yao y Jun versus la planta en estos precisos momentos:

No lo pude descargar pido perdón pero es justo y necesario que lo vean y se rían conmigo

@ladycerise @00blackbird

Edit: segundo parte de la descripción de los hechos

[stefisdoingthings]

some dumbass vashwood sketches from yesterday !!!

[crystalrainfall]

Girlfailure

[purpleandstarlight]

Congratulations to Kuroshitsuji for being 18 years old! A couple more years and it will finally be allowed to drink!!

God only knows that it deserves a break every once in a while...

[briizer]

A reminder to all not to be like me and end up losing hours of progress (I blame my ipad shutting down to update without consent) This has been a psa

[ilovedrinks]

What a time to have an intox kink eh

[comfycel]

he's so sad bc daddy chose the fash over him 😭

[suizai]

who needs therapy when you can just sleep!! (＾▽＾)

sleeping is very much therapeutic!~

[madwickedawesome]

so basically

[ladycerise]

Drunk your sorrows

Sí, puse drunk en vez de drink. Pero solo vengo a recordar esto, sé que pasa cada mil años como una estrella fugaz porque es toda mi culpa, pero sé que me amas Yao como amas a Jun, perdóname la vida. Te quiero mucho. (No olviden pedir sus deseos). Esto NO TIENE DESPERDICIO.

¿Verdad? Es que para él unas hojas son la perfecta cama, está hasta la coronilla de alcohol. Le da IGUAL donde dormir, ¿encima? Con olor a mierda porque las arenas movedizas eran bosta de caballo (o de vaca, o de bestias, a saber). Ah pero no se detiene ahí, porque llega Yao a descostillarme de risa.

Y LA CAMA SON HOJAS, es que me muero de risa. No puedo con este par. Encima suena a la esposa que exige al marido que se quite las medias antes de ir a dormir. S t o p! @00blackbird (no, mentira, no pares).

[cute-chamomile]

Every time I come back home my dad jokes (?) about getting me to drink with him, and his strong alcohol stuff too, and then he joked about how much he drinks, and I'm like? I can't imagine trying to make your kid become an alcoholic as well, it's pretty nuts

[fanfoolishness]

Just losing my mind at the implications that the companions have all been trying to help Rook grieve Varric, and Rook doesn’t know

Emmrich, wise and long-familiar with grief, being told by Neve and Harding what happened; understanding why sometimes he overhears Rook’s muffled voice in the Infirmary, talking to no one. He takes Rook to the Memorial Gardens and mentions he talks to his parents, thinking Rook might be comfortable with the same. Rook lights candles and rings bells but Emmrich watches, sorrowed, to see Rook still seems in deep denial.

Neve takes Rook to the Wall of Light; a Shadow Dragon Rook knows just what this means but any Rook can understand the solemnity, the power of remembrance. Neve reenergizes Brom’s light and looks to Rook, hoping Rook will mention wanting to make one for Varric. Rook is kind and comforting to Neve, but Neve is lost in wondering why Rook doesn’t take the chance to open up. She can’t figure it. Maybe Rook just can’t face it, not yet. Maybe Rook does something privately. She isn’t sure but it nags at her.

Davrin’s not big on talking about feelings. He’d rather just move on. But he sees the way Rook seems a little hollow sometimes, a little distant; he sees how Rook takes so quickly to Assan. “Hey Rook,” he says, and invites them to come with him and Assan to safe places in Arlathan, where the woods are clean and green and growing, where real sunlight dapples through the trees. Rook always seems to love these outings, seems lighter afterwards. But Davrin feels a little confused in that Rook never seems to realize the outings are mostly for them.

Taash is another person not big on feelings. But they know how much feelings can twist you up and mess with your head. When Lace tells them about Varric they feel badly for Rook, and think to how they feel when they’re struggling. Epic fights, dragon fights, drinks with the Lords. Taash is perfectly capable of doing all that on their own. But maybe bringing Rook along will help get them out of their head a little bit. Does it help? Taash isn’t sure.

Bellara’s double-versed in grief after what happens to Cyrian. Rook helped her through trying to reach him, and Bellara wonders, in her own pain, if she can help Rook a little bit too. Especially if Rook is elven, teaching Rook about the braziers and the challenges is another tool she can share about her or their people, another way that might help Rook with their grief. Neve’s told her that the Wall of Light didn’t seem to help Rook much, but maybe a different funeral tradition could help them instead. Rook helps her light the braziers and Bellara feels her heart lightening, though she wonders at Rook, who seems more moved by Bellara’s reactions than anything else.

Lucanis is nearly as allergic to dealing with feelings as Davrin is, but he immediately clocks how Neve and Harding are acting, and asks what happened before he joined them. They tell him about Varric and that they’re worried about Rook, that Rook seems to just be shoving those feelings down without dealing with them. Lucanis is no stranger to that, but while it’s fine for him, he doesn’t want to see someone who risked their life to save him share that struggle. He brings Rook to Caterina’s funeral planning to show Rook it’s okay to admit the loss and honor it. When that doesn’t seem to make a dent, he falls back to his standard - lavish meals, small gifts, coffee. He knows it would help him. He just wishes it helped Rook too.

Lace hurts the worst after losing Varric and Lace is where Solas’ magic comes the closest to faltering. Rook can see Lace is down, she’s quiet, she’s afraid after what happens with the gods escaping; but Solas’ magic holds and Rook can still never see quite why. Lace would love to sit over drinks one night and share stories about Varric, but she sees that Rook doesn’t seem ready, and she doesn’t want to push. Instead she writes letters to Ma, to the Inquisitor, to Cassandra, to Aveline, maybe even to Hawke. She writes out her stories with Varric’s old quill and she carries a bolt of Bianca with her. A dozen times she goes to talk to Rook about him, and when she tries Rook turns away or changes the subject. It hurts, but Lace knows she can’t make Rook talk about him, and she hopes in time it will get better.

This just absolutely crushes me the more I think about it 😭

Edit: Varric’s death is Rook’s personal companion quest every other single companion tries to help them with, and can’t 😭😭😭

[isdalinarhot]

god I’m still so fucked over learning that like. Dalinar incinerated his wife and he still at his worst drank less than me, and my deep dark issues are like “have spent 75% of my life with 0 close friends” and “parents were slightly mean sometimes” and “spent my teenage years mostly in psych wards (no medical abuse occurred, I was just there)”