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[galedekarios]

dragon age: inquisition replay

"Praise me, for I would end the silence that answers!" [1/?]

[steamclouds]

Tar-like darkness swallowed any sliver of light, except for one. Across the room, lounged and with a dagger that stared back in shades of ruby and scarlet, two gray eyes found their way to any who dared cross their path.

close-up below:

[crystallizsch]

A Reunion

yuusha tala x jamil viper (oc x canon) word count: 800+ words cw: n/a??? i guess??? pure fluff jumpscare. notes: takes place post-nrc, several years after graduation, both of them haven't kept in touch in all those years, inspired by this lmao.

Jamil Viper.

That was him alright. Right there. Standing straight and proud with an air of confidence. At least that's what it appeared to be. He always knew how to fool people.

But Yuusha had learned how to see through his disguise.

She had to admit, he'd changed — at least on the surface, mostly. But she still recognized him to be the same as ever. Jamil still kept his hair long — styled in intricate braids and decorated with golden accessories.

Oh, how she wanted to run her hands along those silky tresses again, hearing the soft bells ring that were tied in his hair.

And then he turned.

Shit.

The eye contact.

And Yuusha was entranced all over again, falling into the soft darkness of his eyes.

She was quite sure no magic was at play. Not this time.

The girl felt her breath hitch in her throat, her feet heavy and frozen in place, and her arms stuck to her sides. She couldn't move.

But she wanted to run. Run.

That's what she was good at anyway. It seemed like she also hadn't changed.

Would she run towards him or in the opposite direction of where he was?

Admittedly, the latter felt more tempting.

It didn't help that he decided to make the first move. Jamil walked with a strut in his step. He'd look so sure of himself if it weren't for the expression on his face betraying it.

Again, Yuusha could see past his disguise.

Run away. Just run. He doesn't deserve you.

Jamil stopped in front of her as if he was just meeting someone casually. Although looking at him, his face was plastered with so many emotions—guilt, sadness… relief?

He was the first to speak.

"Yuu, I—"

As if compelled by a powerful force, Yuusha pushed herself into his arms the moment his voice reached her ears. She let out a shaky breath as if she had been holding it in this entire time.

Jamil stood there momentarily stunned. He had expected a slap, a punch, some kind of verbal abuse, or simply just a pained look on her face that would guilt him to hell and back.

He didn't expect…

This.

Yuusha didn't expect to fold this way either. All her feelings of anger, bitterness, and resignation throughout the years dissipated as soon as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She missed him. She missed him so much.

There was a heaviness in her heart that was lifted. A heaviness she didn't even realize she had been carrying.

Jamil's arms awkwardly floated around her sides, not knowing what to do with them. When she embraced him tighter, he finally felt his disposition crumble against his will.

His arms snaked around Yuusha like a whiplash, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd gotten taller since then. It was funny seeing their height difference now, although Yuusha was still fairly taller than the average girl.

Jamil thought this to himself as if to try to distract himself from tears forming in his eyes.

He hated to admit it, but he missed this just as much. He missed her embrace. He missed her presence.

But Jamil had no room to talk because he had caused this anyway. He was the one who had denied himself these feelings.

They didn't know how much time had passed until they decided to finally, regrettably, pull apart. Both of their faces were visibly flushed.

Yuusha sniffled with a teasing smile on her face. "It's been a while, vice housewarden."

"You can't call me that anymore… prefect," Jamil quipped back.

Yuusha let out a genuine laugh.

He missed that too — their banter. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way her eyes flickered with mischief, and how her lips quirked up with childlike joy.

It was as if all those years without each other were nothing but a blink in the grand scheme of things.

Jamil didn't want to lose this again. Not anymore. He'd make sure of it this time.

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Sunday doodle, will likely clean this up later :3

[maxcuntstappen]

the tiniest moves you make (watching my whole world shake) (4.7k) (E)

Relationship: Max Verstappen/Charles Leclerc

Tags: Domestic Smut, Boypussy, my first chussy fic!!, Vaginal Sex, Established Relationship, Max Verstappen's Tits, Come Eating

Summary:

All of Charles' being is focused on watching a singular droplet slide down Max’s neck, making its way down the curve of his chest before coming to a stop at Max’s nipple, hanging off of it.

Charles doesn’t think twice. He lurches forward and wraps his lips around it.

OR:

Max is really fucking hot and Charles must fuck him every time he's reminded of the fact. Also, this is Charles showing us his 'praise kink but it's me praising my boyfriend' kink

Read on Ao3

[lordmaddie]

Chapter 2 is out! Fandom: Enderal (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Tharaêl Narys/Prophet Characters: Tharaêl Narys, Prophet | Prophetess (Enderal), Prophet (Enderal) Additional Tags: Tharaêl's POV, Child Death Summary: New life, new purpose. And now Tharaêl gets to watch his companion make the exact mistakes he did.

[universalsatan]

okay like. i haven’t read a lot. crippling undiagnosed adhd and probably memory issues have kept me from consuming books since like elementary school. i probably finished one assigned novel in high school and i finally finished a whole novel for fun last year. i’m churning through moby dick slowly atm, but as a decent editor and writer and hence someone associated with the writing community and seeing those booktok recs or whatever…

girl tell me why the first book i open. starts with a fucking. spotify playlist. like, i was Aware that these books were wattpad-level. but i didnt think it was THAT wattpad holy shit

[seoulmatez]

wild west boothill is getting a fic, it’s been decided

[quibbs126]

You know I was originally under the impression while first starting Animated, with the incredibly stylized designs, that they must not have translated to toys very well

But now after having actually seen them, no they translated very well, and honestly I’m wishing I could have actually had any of those toys, because I am fascinated by how each piece turns into the vehicle. And I also just really like the shapes of the toys (specifically the vehicles), how they aren’t as blocky as others

Unfortunately I’m too young to have had any. I mean I know I had a Bay movie Bumblebee (not sure which one) as a kid, but I think there’s a difference between taking a 5 or so year old (well honestly I could ranged from like 3-7, but 2009 seems a good estimate since I know I watched ROTF in theaters) to a movie and getting them a toy afterwards and letting them watch a network that was probably deemed slightly too old for them at the time. I also probably only thought the Transformers existed as movies at the time and didn’t know TFA existed

But yeah no, back on topic, I really like those TFA toys, and I wish we had a new series with a similar style so I could easily get my hands on that sort of toy

[strawbubbysugar]

Ough as the end draws near I’m seeing more and more comments that are making me nervous that the ending won’t live up to all the hype & expectations aaaa aa

[httpiastri]

“it could be cool to be a race engineer, but… you really need to be clever, and… 😅”

[mochiwrites]

mochi I am grabbing you by the shoulders to tell you that the amount of people who are following you Specifically for your fics are few and far between; I personally never followed you for your fics, I just think you’re a fun person and I enjoy seeing you on my dash. I realise brains can be exceptionally loud, but quite often they are saying very dumb things, so when you start to think that people only like you for what you can do for them, you should spray it with water like you would a cat and tell it to shush

uwawawawa thank you nonnie ;w;

[seafleece]

After the transformation (death) of a friend, Shadowheart and Karlach go on a journey to take their effects home.

--

They’re not dead, just gone.

They’re not dead, just gone.

(She tries to think about Omeluum. She tries not to think about how Omeluum is not the name of its old host.)

It’s easiest to pray to Selûne on their behalf. When it’s not about them, she never knows what to say.

[loderlied]

WIP WHENEVER

got tagged by @todderwodders to share a wip! thank you! this is part of the kid gort fics i’m writing. the bird fic. writing this as little journal/diary entries because i believe that he’d have had one. “beast taming” in his early years. yeah. 😬.

tagging @the-raging-tempest @dmagedgoods and @spyridonya if you wanna do this!!!

[aleximustd13]

if you still do these 48 + vinikki pls pls pls i’ll love you forever

“So…” began the butler, as he extracted the sword out of its scabbard, making the sunlight bounce on the sharp blade, “shall we begin your training, Vincent?”

Vincent pulled out his weapon as well. “That’s master Wharton to you now, Nicholas.” The young man snickered, as he gripped the hilt with both hands. A flash of rage and determination lit up his hazel eyes as he slowly but confidently made his way towards his servant, who began walking forward too.

As much as Nicholas saw Vincent's birth and always took good care of him, they despised each other. Well, at least Vincent hated Nicholas, that’s for sure. There was something about the way the butler treated him like a child, despite being well over that phase of his life, that got on Vincent’s nerves.

But today, the day of his 21st birthday, would’ve been the day Vincent showed him, and everyone else, what he’s made of, he would’ve shown the man he had become.

“Oh come on, Vince,” grinned the older man, raising his sword. “we’re friends by now, aren’t we?”

“No, we’re not.” Responded the blond nobleman, through gritted teeth. The nobleman tried to stay calm, to not raise his voice, to not let his adversary win. Nicholas was found by his family when he was still a hungry urchin living in the London slums, so who the hell did he think he was? That day, Vincent thought, his father should’ve minded his business.

They stopped a few inches from each other, with their blades touching, in a guarding position.

“May the best of us win.” Said the butler, flashing his teeth, his green eyes glistening with calm confidence.

“En garde, old bastard.”

The metal clangors quickly followed one another. Whenever Vincent tried to strike, Nicholas was ready to deflect his attacks, almost as if he could predict Vincent’s every move. Slash, slash, lunge. Vincent only managed to cut a strand of the older man’s jet-black hair. Their swords crossed, the blades slipping, and now it was a matter of who was going to get the best of the other. Vince was losing his balance, but he refused to give up. With an effort and a scream of rage, the nobleman pushed away his adversary, making him almost trip on his own feet. Almost. But Vincent had already let his guard down, not having the time to react when Nicholas sweeped his blade, leaving a thin, bloody gash on the young man’s cheek. Vincent held back the hiss of pain.

“Oh, that’s gonna leave a nasty mark!” Snickered the butler.

Vincent decided to ignore him, determined to not get distracted by Nicholas’s babbling. The fact that he got hit even once, it was already one too many. He managed to deflect another blow, but barely. Their swords crossed again, but this time Vincent lost his balance and fell over, making him lose the grip of his weapon.

“Well, well, well.” The butler pointed his sword at the nobleman’s neck. “Rule number one: never let your guard down.”

“Are you gonna kill me…?” Muttered the blond, raising his head ever so slightly, in order to take a glimpse of Nicholas’s face.

The other let out air of his nose in amusement. “It would be very hard to explain your disappearance to your family.” He diverted his armed hand away from the young man, and reached out with the other, to help Vincent get up.

“Right…” said Vincent, a bit hesitant at first to accept his help. “The butler is always the prime suspect.”

The older man let out a hoarse laugh. “Wait here. I’ll go grab some bandages.”

---

“How was I?” Asked Vincent. He didn't know why he wanted to seek Nicholas's approval, yet that question slipped out of his mouth.

“Not bad.” Said the other, concentrating on dabbing the wound with a bandage. "Not bad at all for your first time.”

The blond frowned, both from physical and emotional pain. “I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I would never. " Responded the butler, calmly. "I mean it.”

"One day I'll be able to defeat you, you'll see." Mumbled the young man. "Then you're finally going to respect me."

Nicholas stopped what he was doing to look at his young master in the eyes. He smiled, thinking that Vincent was just like his father. "Here's the thing," he began, "respect is not given unconditionally, it is earned." He then put a hand on Vincent's shoulder. “This is my gift for you for today: a humble piece of advice. Happy birthday, master Wharton.”

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

[eskawrites]

11, 19 Vecna'd/mindflayed Robin fic with feral Nancy ?

11. Was there a scene that you hadn't originally planned to include? Why did you decide to fit it in?

you know, I really don't think there is? I think because this is one of the fastest fics I've ever written, so there wasn't really a lot of time for the outline to change that much. I did cut quite a few things, but I think all the main story beats I had planned stayed the way they were

oh, except i think the scene with joyce patching up robin and comforting her was unplanned? it was originally going to be different because the epilogue of that fic was originally a lot longer. but joyce came in and took over, which is basically how she makes an appearance in all my fics lol

19. Is this one of your personal favorite fics? Why or why not?

it's interesting because i did not like this as much when i was writing it. it felt rushed and out of nowhere, because it really was, like, inspiration took hold and shook me around for a bit until it was ready to post. but it got so much more positive attention than i ever fathomed it would get, and it kinda became one of my favorites because of that?

i also love nancy in this. i love her grating against literally everyone else in the fic (except for robin of course)

ask me fic things why not