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[hutaoscoffinsleeper]

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[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP10: Kantbison Reunite (Acting Highlights)

I wanted to do an honourable mention on a few bits in this scene that I especially loved. The first is the (below) expression on Kant's face. At this point in the conversation, Kant has been quite stern and surly at Bison. When Bison reassures him lightly that he won't die, you see a potent flash of worry permeate through his exasperation - a gulp as if he's steeling himself against the hurt - before he looks away, 'You're just not getting it. You really have no idea how scared I am for you'.

I think Kant feels a lot of heartache for Bison and the upbringing that he had. The mere thought of Bison exposing himself to danger really does pain him. He's been stewing in frustration that he can't even watch Bison's back. In their later exchange in the taxi, Kant talks about how scared he used to feel when he was working alone. Though Bison has Fadel with him - in Kant's mind, he feels like he's leaving Bison exposed and vulnerable when he could be there to protect him. He knows how that feels. Let's not forget that Bison was stabbed only very recently. All that pent-up fear of loss is palpable in that one look.

Then we get this. This soft expression that follows. The way it dawns on Bison why Kant's being pissy with him. The 'oh'. He realises just how worried Kant is about him and he's a bit taken aback by it. Bison can't help having a voice of doubt in his mind about the depth of Kant's feelings for him, (an unconscious symptom of the betrayal). So when he sees for himself just how much Kant cares, he looks quietly elated and appreciative of the concern.

The next moment I want to talk about is this exchange: when Kant insists he can be of use due to his skills as a car thief and narc, Bison responds with "the audacity" - 'are you really going to go there, and remind me of the ways in which you lied to me?' Bison has said before that it's going to take time for him to let go of that completely.

Kant immediately clams up. Whilst Bison is dealing with the aftereffects of being lied to, Kant is still processing his guilt. Now he's worried he's actually upset Bison by prodding at a raw nerve. This is damage he can't simply erase. That ever present guilt has and may never go away. It wouldn't surprise me if Kant still feels responsible for their current predicament. That he was the catalyst. Which is why he's so adamant that he should be helping fix this - to secure their future. This is conveyed by the tiniest of twitches in Kant's brow, a break in his otherwise defiant stance for most of this conversation.

Once again, we are treated to this beautifully tender response. Bison's face quickly melts into one of sympathy and gentle fondness. The way he sees Kant now is with understanding. Knowing that the person you love has put their foot in it but not out of ill will or malice. It's like he's thinking 'you really know how to dig yourself a hole, you hopeless dumbass, but it's okay, I still love you'.

His warning earlier was more like a kitten giving a small bat of the paw. Which shows just how far they've come since their reconciliation, and how much Bison has toned down his bite as far as Kant is concerned. He is genuinely trying very hard to sympathise with Kant and the way he thinks and does what he does. That love is fuelling Bison to exercise far more patience and grace than he ever did before, and I found this incredibly touching.

Firstkhao are just so darn good at speaking volumes with the tiniest of expressions. Subtext. Glorious subtext.

[saeiken]

<3

[just-a-deriva]

Hey y'all this is like... A must read. All of it.

I think we're getting low on onions again...

Chapter 7

Rook saved Minrathous and in doing so, lost Lucanis. Months of pining and heartbreak, and for what? No, Rook had to draw a line, and she chose to move on.

But what happens if Lucanis realises that he doesn’t want to lose Rook? After everything that happened (or didn’t happen) between them- was it too late?

Originally meant to be a drabble, but somehow, it turned into a novella. I have come to the stark realisation that I do not know what the word drabble means. Ah well.

Read on Ao3 Prompt 19 out of 25: Treviso (Part 1, the rest available on Ao3)

How... How did she get here?

Hiding in her room with Assan nestled on her lap and Manfred beside her, holding her hand as she tried her best not to make a noise.

How had everything come to this moment? Where did she go wrong?

Oh.

Right.

Right.

Treviso.

She was faced with an impossible decision and she had moments to choose. She thought she was making the right choice, the most logical choice, with the facts given to her. She believed that by sending everyone with Lucanis, they would have better odds. She promised that she was going to deliver Neve safely to the Shadows and come right back to Treviso- Minrathous had the mages, military and a god damned floating palace that shot lasers... Treviso needed her help, but she couldn’t leave Neve alone with an army of Venatori between her and the dragon.

But by the time she managed to get to Treviso... the city she had fallen so deeply in love with, was Blighted. Ruined. And so was Lucanis. She admired his strength when she rescued him from the Ossuary, but after losing his grandmother and then his city- he didn’t have anything left. It was too much for anyone to deal with, so it did not surprise her when he blamed her. She blamed herself, too.

Rook didn’t even flinch when he told her he had no heart for anything but to focus on Treviso, that they should end whatever they were as there was no time for it, and that he was done (were they anything? She had hoped, but maybe that was all it was—her hope and hers alone).

He told her not to wait for him.

So she left. What else could she do?

She made the wrong choice. --- The others had taken turns visiting him, even Neve, saying she needed to help when her city was spared. Minrathous could have easily been in Treviso’s place if it hadn’t been for Rook. They told her Lucanis appreciated them there, seeing them do whatever they could. They also said it was probably best that she stayed away from him, unsure how he would react to her so soon. However, her guilt gnawed at her even as she slept; she could not sit idle as Treviso suffered. Rook knew it would be bad for her, but she did not realise that everyone she met would blame her for their misfortune. Harding had nearly gotten into a fight with some people, but Bellara held her back, reminding the rogue that they were hurting and were finding the easiest target to blame. Not the dragon that blighted them, not the god that sent it their way- but the one who tried to help, but fell short. They wanted someone to feel their pain, even if she wasn’t the one who caused it.

She asked if Lucanis was alright. They all said he was taking it one day at a time, one challenge at a time. She wondered if he hated her, if he was sleeping, and if there was anything she could do to show him that she was sorry and that she cared about him—more than she should. She’d do anything to make it up to him and his people if he ever decided to return.

Until then, she would stay in the infirmary and weep on the end of Varric’s bed, telling him he chose wrong and someone else needed to take over because she always chose wrong. But he repeated what he told her when she doubted her skills when Neve had gotten hurt after Solas’ failed ritual- that it had to be her- no one else could do it.

“It’s going to be alright, Rook.”

“That’s a terrible lie, Varric.”

“Ah, but it made you smile... and for a moment, everything was alright.”

Rook gave him a watery smile before her bottom lip wobbled, and she slowly broke apart again.

--- Then he was back as suddenly as he was gone, as if he had been there the whole time and was only taking a nap in the pantry. Rook didn’t know why she felt so nervous around him; it was as if she had to impress him and make sure he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, as if it were up to her to ensure nothing bad ever happened to him again. She knew it was stupid, but it didn’t stop her from doing it.

Even when it hurt her.

He had made it very clear he didn’t have the time to be anything more with her, and she made herself okay with that. However, she had hoped he would at least be open to being friendly with her. But it didn’t take a scholar to know that he barely saw her as a companion at all, his eyes gliding over her like she was a stranger on the best of days. It was okay, though. She understood. She broke his heart, lost his trust and failed his people when she didn’t choose Treviso.

But none of that mattered because they had a job to do. His blade was hers until the gods fell, and Treviso was avenged.

But the stark reality did not stop her from missing him.

Gone were the midnight chats over a charcuterie board, meeting at the library to swap sappy romance novels and witty remarks as they travelled. Lucanis only spoke to their other companions unless he had something specific to ask of her. Even just going into the pantry felt off-limits to Rook. The icy reception she constantly received whenever she tried to talk to him almost made her believe she didn’t deserve the food they kept there.

Foolishly, she had taken to asking Manfred to smuggle her snacks and stow the food away in her room or the infirmary to eat alone or as she sat with Varric whilst he slept. Emmrich was about to ask her to please stop taking him away so often as he needed his assistance with his work, but the kind man took one look at Rook and instructed Manfred to help Rook whenever necessary, as often as needed.

Emmrich invited her to an impromptu afternoon tea to ensure their beleaguered leader was not in danger of being malnourished. Both physically and socially. “My Dear, you cannot live off crackers and bits of cheese alone,” he gently lectured her, offering her a fancy cake, which she took gratefully.

“I... sometimes get bits of fruit from Manfred when he remembers... and I go out and get proper meals when I’m actually hungry,” she admitted off-hand, not realising how insane it sounded until spoken aloud. Emmrich’s fine eyebrows shot to his hairline, his mouth falling open upon her admission.

“Rook, have you been avoiding eating with us all because you do not feel comfortable?” he asked, folding his hands over one another on the table. Her long sip of tea was answer enough for him. “This is unacceptable. Would it be helpful if I or the others chatted with Lucanis? I was told you two were once very close -”

“No, NO!” she snapped, banging the cup firmly on the saucer in her hands. Rook swore as the tea burnt her hands and dropped the fine porcelain to the ground. “I-I’m so sorry, Emmrich-”

“Now that’s quite alright, only some spilled tea. Manfred will be sure to clean it up. But best to let me look at that burn,” he said, holding out his hand expectantly. Rook offered her arm, and he quickly went to work to soothe the pain from the scalding tea. He ran his hand down her forearm sweetly to comfort her, and although it was a little awkward, she was touched by his obvious concern. She was not surprised to feel the pricking at her eyes and tried to blink the treacherous tears away. Emmrich smiled sadly and brought up his other hand to wipe at the few that got away from her. “Oh, my dearest Rook, carrying all this sadness and needless guilt alone, I am sorry.”

There was a quick rap on the door before it opened, and Lucanis came into the room, wiping his hands on a tea towel. “Emmrich, it’s not like you to be late for dinner and- oh, sorry, I didn’t realise you were… busy. Dinner is served,” he said after taking in the intimate position both mages were in. The Crow offered them a curt nod and showed himself out as quickly as he came in.

“Come, Dear. You heard the chef. It’s time to join us for dinner,” Emmrich prodded, gently pulling her up and hooking her arm in his like the perfect gentleman. It also proved to be the perfect foil to stop her from running away.

“I’m not hungry,” she insisted, lightly tugging at her arm.

“Nonsense,” he chirped as he patted her hand and made their way to the dining hall together. The team greeted her warmly, happy to see they could finally have a meal together without Rook sneaking away because she had to meet with someone, help one of the factions or otherwise ‘sleep’ through their communal meals. It did not pass her notice that Emmrich sat them on the opposite end of the table from Lucanis and that he remained within her line of sight so she’d never have to look at the assassin directly. She was grateful when Davrin slid into the seat beside her, the two men keeping her in active discussion throughout the meal.

It almost felt normal until Emmrich excused himself to use the facilities, and she made the mistake of turning to see what made Bellara laugh and accidentally met Lucanis’ eyes. Seeing them go from warm and then shift into such apathy when they fell upon her- she felt physically ill. Rook bid everyone goodnight, thanked them for the lovely meal and excused herself with a flimsy reason of meeting with some of the Lords of Fortune. Taash offered to come with her, but Rook brushed them off, saying it was fine; she’d probably spend the night at her old place anyway and see them all later.

Instead, she found herself walking the Crossroads aimlessly for hours until she followed her feet into the Necropolis gardens. It was not where she had envisioned going, but it was fitting in the end. No one would question why someone looked so sad sitting by a grave. --- Lucanis and Neve had gone to Minrathous together.

Rook overheard that he might find it cathartic to visit the city that was spared instead of Treviso, to see its people flourishing- to see the good that came from the bad. They had even gone shopping, and Lucanis remembered to buy something for everyone as he had during their trip to the Treviso marketplace so long ago.

Everyone but her.

No one else had noticed except Harding, who looked up at Rook with such large, sad eyes that she thought the dwarf was about to cry on her behalf. Rook shrugged and smiled, waving it off as no big deal. It wasn’t. Not really. Rook just wasn’t in his thoughts. Not in Treviso when he first joined them, nor whilst he was in Minrathous. She had to give it to him; at least he was consistent.

Rook walked outside and found Assan sitting by the staircase of Davrin’s quarters, the sweet gryphon bobbing happily at the sight of her- at least someone was happy to see her. She knelt and hugged the young beast around its neck, his garbled cooing enough to make her laugh, even for a little bit.

“You know, I could go back in there and stab him for you if you’d like,” Davrin said from behind her. “Harding even said she still had that special arrow lying around if you felt inclined for some archery practice,” he smirked. Rook laughed with her head thrown back, possibly loud enough for the rest of their team to hear her from the library. She laughed so hard she grabbed at her sides and wiped away tears from her eyes.

Davrin didn’t bother to point out that they were already there when he arrived and just kept laughing with her. For as many jokes as she continued to make since Treviso, she rarely laughed anymore, and he wouldn’t stop her from laughing because of something as trivial as the truth. --- It didn’t take long for it to start after that.

To see him bring her coffee late at night or offer to go over her notes. More and more often. That was a good thing. He had someone he felt comfortable with and trusted within their little rag-tag group. Lucanis seemed happier, and Neve certainly did too- so she guessed... she was happy for the two of them. She had to be. Rook owed him that much; she couldn’t save his city, but she could help save him. That had to be enough.

Rook would take them with her on jobs, trying to ignore how the two had such easy banter. When she stupidly tried to pursue something more with the assassin, it was like pulling teeth at times. The man was never rude or completely dismissive of what she said, so she kept it up, thinking he was shy or slow to warm up. But no, he was never slow to warm up; she was just the wrong person. It was as futile as using ice to heat a drink, and she was the damned ice cube. And Neve... well, Neve was the kettle, the wood and the fire.

Lucanis was a changed man in his newfound happiness; suddenly more willing to talk to her again, to look at her with something adjacent to friendship instead of the cold civility she had grown accustomed to, a far cry from what they had been once upon a time, but she’d take it nonetheless. He asked her opinion about the gooseberry pie he made and was always the first to volunteer whenever Neve had to come along. She even caught him in Neve’s room practising his confession to her, and she found herself encouraging him to do it... even going the extra mile by dropping the not-so-subtle hint about the reason for the second gooseberry pie to the baffled but undoubtedly interested Neve.

The next day, she went to her, looking just as nervous as Lucanis had. She wrung her hands together and chewed the inside of her cheek as her sharp mind flipped through the thoughts in her head, trying to unscramble them as best she could.

“Morning Neve-”

“Weren’t you and Lucanis kind of a thing?” she asked abruptly, nervous she had crossed over some line between them all. Honestly, for such a great detective, it seemed there were some things that Neve Gallus just didn’t pick up on quickly.

Lie.

“Huh? No, not at all.”

“Don’t lie to me, Rook,” she said, brow set and mouth straight.

Rook chuckled, stepping aside to let her into the room. “I’m not! It was just harmless flirting, you know me, Neve.”

“Do I?” she replied, just like Rook had when they first landed in the Lighthouse together.

“Oh, haha, very clever,” she huffed, leaning against the lounge. “I flirt with everyone; I even flirted with you, if you remember! There’s nothing to worry about here. Honestly, it’s all just water under the bridge.”

Whatever once was drowned in one of the blighted canals in Treviso.

“Well... alright, if you’re sure... it was nothing,” Neve mumbled, her eyes searching Rook’s face for a hidden answer. “Thanks, Rook.”

“Anytime.”

--- Almost instantly, their companions started talking about them—Bellara crooning about how “the Neve Gallus was glowing” or Taash telling Lucanis what a good score he had with her. Rook should not have been envious—she could not believe she was so petty.

They hadn’t held hands or even said they liked each other before it was all cut short- so why would her stupid heart refuse to let the damned Crow go? She told herself she had first dates with more passion than they ever had; how had she let herself fall so damned hard for him? Even with their fragile relationship as it was, she still found new things about him that made her fall that little bit deeper and made her heart ache with what could have been, ridiculous. Maybe when all the issues around Treviso and his family were all attended to, and her debt to him was paid, she could move on. Maker knows she needs to.

For fuck’s sake- she was a Lord of Fortune, a glorified pirate, a former slave- she knew better than to get attached to anyone for too long. Stupid.

At the very least, she had perfected how to wear a smile so well that even she sometimes convinced herself that she didn’t hurt anymore.

So Stupid.

--- Rook found some peace with Davrin, the man happy to sit in silence and not pry. It helped that Assan was always by her side to comfort her, never letting her lap grow cold. She took up whittling herself and had to admit she was getting really good at making toothpicks. Actual sculptures? Not so much.

Still, it focused her, and when she was thinking about making toothpicks, her mind didn’t wander to things that weren’t her business. She was fighting a literal war against the gods; it didn’t make sense for her to obsess over a relationship that never was. Who cared about a lovesick heart when the end of the world was literally upon them if they failed?

Bigger picture, Rook. Think smarter. Maker, be smarter.

She was sitting beside Assan in the courtyard, a piece of heartwood in between her thighs. Rook was determined to carve the gryphon’s likeness, and she thought that perhaps having the real thing next to her was exactly the inspiration she needed to make her first masterpiece. She noticed when Lucanis and Neve returned from their date and made their way to her room hand in hand. The Tevinter mage smiled and whispered something into Lucanis’ ear, making him wait outside whilst she went in before him. Rook sighed and focused on the wooden canvas before her; it was none of her business. None of her business.

“Spite... now you remember... when the hat comes off... that’s right, you need to leave the room.”

Rook’s hand slipped, and the newly sharpened knife lodged itself deeply into her inner thigh. She was in so much pain she couldn’t even scream, and in her panic, she forgot the first rule of being stabbed; she pulled out the knife. Rivulets of blood poured out of her wound, her hand still holding the knife and staring at it in shock as Lucanis’ head whipped around. He stared at her, and his eyes flickered to the wound and the sea of blood she was sitting in and-

He did nothing.

He was watching her bleed out in front of him, and he didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t call out for help. He was watching her die like something he had silently prayed for was finally coming true.

Rook’s vision was rapidly blurring, her head spinning, but she could still hear Assan screeching hysterically; his frantic cries kept time with the beat of her heart, desperately pumping at the blood that was no longer there. Neve and Davrin burst out of their rooms to see what the problem was to find Rook almost passed out in a pool of her blood. Neve bolted toward her with glowing hands, screaming to Davrin to get Emmrich.

The Grey Warden sprinted across the yard, screaming, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ to Lucanis before disappearing into the Lighthouse. Neve’s hands were shaking as she tried to close up Rook’s wound to stop any more blood from leaving her body. She had lost too much already, and by the frightening shade of pale that her skin turned, she didn’t have long until she was past the point of no return.

“Shit, shit, Rook! Don’t you dare die before the job is finished!” she cried, lips quivering as she looked down at her friend. “I’m no good at healing, you know that; I can barely heal a paper cut, and you want me to fix this? Please don’t... don’t do this... please.”

Emmrich rushed out in his pyjamas with Manfred close behind him, lugging his tools and medical supplies at the ready. He skidded to his knees to fall by Rook’s side, his dressing gown soaking up her blood. “Mercy... keep that up, Neve- I’ll need to assess how bad it is...”

A spirit of Faith, two mana potions for Emmrich and three of healing for Rook- and she was no longer in immediate danger. The rest was up to her body to fix. Davrin picked her up and Neve followed, wanting to help Emmrich clean up Rook and see if there was anything else she could do to help, still shaken up over the incident. Neve apologised to Lucanis, who hushed her gently and kissed her on the forehead, telling her how proud of her he was and that she should do whatever she needed to do for her friend. --- When Rook opened her eyes and saw Manfred standing vigil over her, she could not help but smile. She worried that she may have been on Emmrich’s marble slab but soon recognised the ethereal blue hue found only in her room, and she breathed a little easier.

Rook sat up, and the world tipped on its side, scaring Manfred, who was hovering around her like a worried mother. “Stay,” he croaked, urging her to remain seated. “Rest. Stay, Rook.”

The mage patted the skeleton on the head and stood up, holding onto the armrest to stay upright. “Thank you for looking after me, Manfred, but I want to see Assan. I scared him a lot, and I want to show him I’m alright,” she reasoned, only to collapse onto the floor from dizziness, her thigh still smarting something horrid. Considering the number she did on her leg, she was lucky to still have a functioning leg... or be alive.

Manfred made more strained sounds and helped her back onto the seat, fluffing up a pillow she recognised as one of Emmrich’s for her to lay against.

“Manfred, please. Can you help me up and take me outside.”

“No. Emmrich said. Stay. Rest. Must rest.”

“But Assan-”

“Assan, come? Rook stays, yes?”

Rook looked up at the kindly spirit of curiosity and nodded, not wanting to give the poor thing a hard time. He was only looking out for her, and she wasn’t known to be the best patient, even on her best day.

“Yes, Rook will stay. Thank you, Manfred.”

A few minutes later, Assan flew into her bedroom, crying joyfully. He climbed onto the couch and perched himself carefully between her legs, his head resting on her lap, taking care not to put too much pressure on her healing leg. He cooed and purred happily, finding comfort in her presence, knowing he had come close to losing one of his favourite people.

Rook scratched at the soft scruff at the back of Assan’s neck, remembering the poor creature’s fear during her unhappy accident. “I’m sorry, boy; I promise I’ll be safer in the future. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She could barely remember everything that happened. She knew that Neve was there, and perhaps she’d been crying. Davrin was there for a second, and Lucanis… Lucanis.

Maker.

How foolish had she been all this time?

Not once, since the tragedy of Treviso, did Lucanis Dellamorte ever offer to help her when she was hurt. Not one bandage, one potion, one cursory check over to see if darkspawn had scratched her like she’d seen him do for the others. They had fought side by side hundreds of times together, but she never realised she was better off alone. If not for the odd “Rook behind you!” or “To your left!” there would be no proof that he ever had her back. If she were being honest with herself, his warnings were probably said as a reflex to ensure he would not be disadvantaged during the fight by her being killed rather than out of actual regard for her well-being.

She could not trust him anymore. He had told her time and again with his inaction that he did not even see her as someone worth saving. Because she did not see that Treviso was worth saving over Minrathous. Bitter tears came to her eyes, unbidden, unwanted. She was so very tired of being in pain over a man who never even wanted her. A man, for all intents and purposes, loathed her. Rook came to the stark realisation that she had been dying right in front of him, and he didn’t care; he must have genuinely abhorred her to be so unaffected.

Rook felt her chest constrict, and her hands balled into tight fists until she felt the bite of her nails in her palms. She pushed the knuckles of her hand into her mouth and bit down hard, her breaths hitching in her throat, air trickling in and out of her burning lungs in short, panic-stricken pants. The sting in the back of her eyes grew more insistent, and her nose ached as she battled against herself to not shed any more tears over him or the pathetic situation she had boxed herself into. Manfred held her other hand softly, bright green eyes fixed on her.

“Rook. Is. Hurt.”

No more.

After her meeting with the Crows’ informant tomorrow, she, along with Treviso, would be one step closer to being free. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

[everdistantstars]

Dead Apple Soukoku my beloved

Drew this for @booksandpaperss's raffle prize. It's a scene from their awesome dead apple skk fic like twin stars in the dark (we collide). Chuuya and Dazai get an opportunity to really talk for the first time in years, and for the first time, they take it.

[letitbehurt]

Thinking heavily today about public humiliation:

Being paraded in front of a crowd—dragged behind a horse maybe, pulled along by a length of rope around their wrists

Whumper forcing Whumpee to walk behind them on a leash

Whumpee’s hair being forcibly cut or shaved

Forced to walk barefoot, or without any clothes at all

Public trials or executions

Public mock executions, where Whumpee can see for themself that no one will help them. The crowd cheers for their death.

Being whipped, caned, birched, or belted

Being restrained in a way that leaves them vulnerable to the whims of a crowd—the stocks, the post, a stress position, or simply being held down by a few guards

Public demotion or exile

Forced to complete humiliating tasks as a form of entertainment or punishment

Forced to kneel or bow to/beside Whumper

[scrimblobimblowhump]

when whumpee is tied up to a chair and in their desperate attempts at freeing themselves, they fall over to the ground together with the chair with a loud thump, reblog if you agree

(bonus points for their half assed thrusts forward, making the chair drag across the floor in small movements, with a screeeeech)

(also for frustrated, muffled grunts through the gag)

[snapscube]

man that contemporary christian music from the mid 2000s hits different when u ain’t a christian anymore

[hadopelagian]

cannot stop rotating wl!gem in my head after that episode. encouraging pearl and impulse to go after her enemies and then gossiping with scott about them afterwards. insane behaviour. the discussion about impulse. missing secret life. fucking helllll. i'm obsessed with how dedicated she is to the anti pearl and impulse campaign. how dedicated she is to painting them as aggressors, antagonizers, going into her base and looking through her fields, when she's undeniably the one starting shit with them. that one stream clip of her saying she's going to channel breakup coldness dialogue from subnautica against pearl. iconic behaviour. i love divorce

[juicedpeachy]

I think the best thing about the physical copies of tgcf is when, at the end of the novel, Xie Lian turns to Hua Cheng and says “I think the real Heaven Official’s Blessing…” and then both say simultaneously “…was the friends we made along the way.” Right before fucking sloppy style on the floor of Puqi shrine

[shadowofdarkness22]

I was listening to Fly Me to the Moon song from season 1, and I suddenly had a thought for a possible scene in season 3 (but totally 457 coded because DUH?!?!?)

The scene is Gihun sneaks into a VIP party that's classic AF. (I mean classy with live music from a female singer in her best dress and chauffeurs dressed to the nines the whole thing) Everyone has masks, and somehow Gihun gets a suit (because boy needs a good scene with a suit sue me!) and he sneaks in as a VIP to either cause problems or try to stop the games with them directly. (I have no idea what animal mask he would have.) Either way, the fly me to the moon song is being sung, and Gihun is swept into a dance by another VIP masked person, but lo and behold, it's our beloved frontman, Inho!!!! And it's amazing because gihun still doesn't see his face at this point, so they're literally dancing and debating while everyone watches. Because he's trying to stop gihun too And I--

DO YOU SEE THE VISION?!?!

[utenixx]

OPENING ACT - REVUE OF ANNIHILATION

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[chapinii]

I love how supportive fit is when it comes to pac's english, it's 100% his teacher brain taking over but it's so nice to see if pac ever struggles with a word, fit'll pronounce it clearly for him and sometimes tell him more about the specifics of the word for fun. Things can sometimes come off as condescending when it comes to language corrections, but he always turns it into more of an informative moment, it's very cool :)

Same with fit asking abt portuguese words too, it was rlly nice to see pac sharing some stuff about minas gerais after helping w fit's pronunciation, I love it when ppl exchange language stuff man

[donteatthefishtacos]

Y’ever just…

Notice something that hits you in the gut?