#hawk is my disaster bi comfort character

[emloafs]

and what's everyone gonna do when they find out i've got a hawkmetri to all the boys i've loved before au half written in my drafts

what would happen if i said that

[write-a-bad-romance]

Napoleon x Wellington Angst Request

Ooooh good suggestion, @nuclearwinterexe! Now’s a good chance to explore Wells’ role in my modern AU. 

Wells and Napo were fellow Psychology students, but then a fallout happened that ruined their relationship as well as their reputation on campus. While they do time and again after graduation, they’re both too stubborn to reconcile. Now that’s one wound that can’t heal.

So, here you go! Jealous angry disaster bi Wellington feat Napoleon x Josephine!

Rated T for cursing and deregatory words towards Modern AU!Josephine

Wellesley carefully stuffed his bag in the overhead compartment before settling into his seat. The glass on the window reflected the garish teal-pink-and neon yellow upholstery of the train seats. Not that he cared the first time.

A video on YouTube said that terrible thoughts and intrusive memories were no different than ugly train upholstery. They might hurt your eyes, but you'd have no choice but to endure the ride so long as you wanted to get from one station to the next.

But he was presented with a different kind of suffering as he reeled back to three days ago. He had confronted his (now-former, he thought bitterly) running mate, and it led into an outburst.

"What's this? Dropping out of the race? Why do I only hear of this now, Bonaparte?"

"I was going to tell you, but I was afraid you wouldn't like it—"

"Afraid, my arse! It was the backlash you were scared of, as you should be. This will not go well over our supporters and seniors, you know it."

"I'm well aware. That's why you're the first person I intended to consult first."

"The first person, eh? Too bad your friends couldn't keep mum about your little secrets since I found out about this from a junior. What was it you didn't want me to do if I found out? Hmmm?"

"That you'd feel hurt," The other man gulped, looking strangely small to Wellesley at that moment.

Hurt? As if I needed your protection from anything, he thought with ire.

Wellesley's icy blue eyes bore into emerald ones. He was appalled by the lack of luster in those  orbs.

"Oh, just be frank now," he spat. "What did that snake of a woman tell you this time?"

Wellesley was never one to let his emotions spill. He was used to being ignored by his family, and in turn, he ignored them. The Irishman took pride in his unbroken character and iron will. 

Qualities he believed had drawn Bonaparte in.

Bonaparte. Brilliant Bonaparte. Straightforward and ambitious, rightfully so. He had the intelligence and charm to bend fate to his will, to get the entire student body bow under his heels. Wellesley was a lawful man, and the image of Napoleon pulling on the faculty's rein disturbed a part of his rationale.

Another sick part directed him to play the hero and aid Bonaparte from the shadows, acting as the righteous voice of reason for the hotheaded prodigy. It led them both on a campaign to install Bonaparte as president of the Student Board, with Wellesley by his side as his vice president.

But dreams remained dreams as the once-promising Corsican grew more and more yielding to his pet. The slag who poured poison into Bonaparte's ears and leading him to gradually abandon their grand pursuit.

Oblivious to the man in question himself, Wellesley and de Beauharnais engaged in a secret battle over Bonaparte's time and focus. 

(But this was a lost cause, that much Wellesley eventually came to understand. He became more of a stranger to Bonaparte than when they first met.)

What was he to Bonaparte, anyway?

Now and then, there seemed to be a distance that Wellesley could never cover. They started unaware of each other's presence, with him only catching rumors of a gifted, older student despite being in the same year. When he first met Bonaparte, they were introduced by a senior whom he admired greatly.

The senior never stopped heaping praises on Bonaparte. Despite his shy and (sickeningly) humble facade, there was a sharpness that reminded Wellesley of a hawk's. 

Fate seemed to enjoy toying with Wellesley, for Bonaparte was every bit the kind of person he wanted to avoid, but endured anyway. He loathed how the man effortlessly wormed his way into everybody's heart, making them nod and listen to his whims. 

At the same time, Bonaparte was... intimidating, for a better lack of words. His formidability was a razor-sharp edge to anyone who dared to even think about harming him in the slightest.  

Hell, he just knew Bonaparte could make the Dean himself cry if he wanted to.

Wellesley supposed he was lucky (and somewhat offended) that the star of the campus deigned to welcome him into his circle. The British was never comfortable surrounded by his irritating, mooching lackeys. They were an eyesore, though he was smart to feign friendliness.

What mattered most was Bonaparte. And it was rewarding, bargaining for an ally, and getting a friend instead. He understood what his juniors saw in Bonaparte. The man offered kindness and comfort his family seldom gave.

(Brotherly affection wasn't something he'd pin on his relationship with Bonaparte or the man with anyone else for that matter. His warmth filled more than just the void often left vacant by his siblings. And judging from Lanne's adoration that veered on lovesickness, Wellesley wasn't the only one).

A shame he decided to let the har— woman into his life. 

For Bonaparte’s sake, Wellesley had willingly been turning a blind eye on gossip surrounding the campus' so-called femme fatale, along with talks of de Beauharnais seemingly derailing Bonaparte from their campaign.

That is, until the very same senior who had introduced the two men voiced the same concerns.

Very little could shake the adamant Wellesley, yet the possibility of losing Bonaparte was enough to cause him to lose sleep for days on end. He hated it. He hated how the man could go on his way with his squeeze and not realizing it would mean the end for Wellesley.

The end of them.

I built and shaped him into the way he is, Wellesley mused. Yet you unmade him, bent, and folded him into something I never hoped to see.

Growing weary of his thoughts, Wellesley fished out his earphones from his pocket and shoved them roughly into his ears. He'd rather listen to some criminal psychologist talk murder than indulging his brain into committing further character assassination.

Terrible thoughts are ugly upholstery in a passenger car, and you can't run around trying to remove them from the entire train if you want to get to the next station.

But if Wellesley had a choice, he'd rather burn them down.

This was supposed to be short and sad but it turned longer and angrier the more I wrote through Wellesley’s POV. This turned out so vitriolic and I’m sorry.

You either live long enough to be Napoleon's longtime friend or turn into one of his bitter exes. There is no middle ground. 

Tagging @batteryrose (in case you want to see Wells being a petty ex), @kisara-16, @thedollarstoresatan, @ikesensrandomninjagirl24​, @hokkaido-the-hellbeast, @nafeary, @thesirenwashere 

(Please notify me if you’re interested in seeing more Napolington works)

[wetcatspellcaster]

Chapters: 48/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Female Lavellan/Solas, Female Hawke/Isabela Characters: Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast, Cullen Rutherford, Solas (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras, Sera (Dragon Age), The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Rite of Tranquility, Formerly Tranquil Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Bad Templars (Dragon Age), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, War Table Operation: Protect Clan Lavellan (Dragon Age) - Failure, Awkward Lavellan (Dragon Age), Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Uneasy Allies, Tranquil Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Dalish Elves, so slow burn that I don't even know when they'll kiss, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Cinnamon roll Inquisitor, disaster bi Inquisitor, no beta readers for this longfic we die like men, Love Triangles, long fic, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, flirting at 100k, unrequited pining at 150k Summary:

Asha Lavellan arrives at the Temple of Sacred Ashes tranquil, recruited by the Rebel Mages to testify to the Conclave about the atrocities committed against her Clan by a group of rogue templars, who left her home destroyed and her an unwilling victim of the Rite. The next day, she wakes up, her hand marked with the anchor, and her tranquility somehow negated. Newly returned to consciousness by unstable magic she doesn't quite understand, she must try to deal with her out-of-control emotions, her grief, and the fact she's now supposedly meant to... save the world?

I’ve reached the end of Part II of my long fic (just after Here Lies the Abyss)! There’s a one week break until the next instalment.

Includes:

Angry Dalish Mage

Yearning

Needless worldbuilding about Dragon Age spells

YEARNING

Drunk Inquisitor hitting on all companions, and the one night stand she greatly regrets

Alexius getting stabbed

YEARNNNING

Sexy sword fights

Fade tongue

Aggressive pep talks to Cullen that frequently involve the words ‘fuck the Chantry’

YEARNNNING!!!!

[dramatic-sapphic]

My final opinion on ME:A

Okay, some of you already know that I finished Andromeda yesterday, and I wanted to write down what I thought about it. There will be some meta and critical content, but also positive stuff. This might get long so I’ll put it under a cut for those who don’t care/ don’t want spoilers

I’m just going to start with what I liked the most about the game.

The Protagonist: I played as a sarcastic but empathic scott ryder and fell in love with him after the first three dialouges. His voice actor is amazing, and I really enjoyed that you have a bit more control about who your character is than with Shepard (except for sheps past, but bioware didn’t really work with that). My ryder kind of reminded me of Hawke, another character I could deeply connect to. Plus, they dropped the renegade/paragon system, which I’m glad for.

No forced grey morality: After the disaster that was dragon age inquisition, I was afraid that they would try that shit again in mass effect. Thank god they didn’t. Just imagine if they went “hey, the angara did this one (1) bad thing, maybe they deserved to be oppressed??!!1?”. There were some choices, for example saving the krogan scouts or the salarian pathfinder, where you could easily justify both desicions, and I enjoyed that greatly. 

The whole kadara plot: Guys, I think even before I started to play andromeda I made it quite clear that reyes vidal would be my fave. And what can I say, I know myself pretty damn well apparently because I love him. So. Much. But that aside, kadara is probably my favourite planet in the whole game, and I found the story to be intruiguing (It was also a huge missed opportunity but more about that later)

The companions: Wow, where do I start. I love all of them. Even cora and drack, two characters I believed to be a bit bland at first, grew on me after their loyalty quest. Jaals storyline was mindblowing, and in my opinion, he’s one of the best characters bioware has ever created. Then there’s Peebee, another character I grew to love with all my heart. I just. I love them all a lot. If I were to compare me:a to the OT, me:a is a close second after me:1 in regards to companions.

Some small things: The beautiful scenery. Small cutscenes, even in side quests. Everything you do seems to somehow matter. That feeling when you hit 100% viability. The angara, their cutlure, the fact that ryder hugs jaals mother because the angara “like the hugging”. Very talkative companions. The humour. I could list more, but then this post would be endless.

Now, on to the thing I absolutely hated (I’m going to skip the face animations, because you get used to them pretty quickly)

The glyph puzzles and vaults: They were the bane of my existance. I hate puzzles. I hate puzzles so fucking much, you have no idea. The fact that there are barely any puzzles in the OT was so amazing to me, and then those fuckers decided to but them everywhere. And made them obligatory. No, I don’t want to solve a fucking sudoku puzzle in a shooter. I want to shoot (and occasionally stab) things. 

Not enough focus on the main story: There were a lot of sidequests in this game, no question. And they were enjoyable, kind of. But did they really need to be there? Wouldn’t you rather focus on making one, big main plot for each planet and just throw in a few sidequest for those who like to do them? This is what I mean when I said that kadara was a missed opportunity. There was so much potential! It was intruiguing, it had two characters I would have loved to hear more about, it even had a little bit of the grey morality bioware loves so much. But they rushed it, and I’ll be forever angry because of it.

The whole ending: Okay, listen. The Archon was nothing but an evil douchebag. The story was kind of interesting at first, because I thought “Wow, he must have some really strong motivations if he’s willing to cause so much pain”. But nah. See, I think that bioware forgot how to write compelling villains and endings sometime after they sold their soul to EA. The archdemon was evil, but still terrifying (at least for me). Saren was evil, but still terrifying. The endings were amazing because there was good buildup for the bossfights. You arrive at a place which was fine before and watch it being completely decimated: people are slaughtered, everything around you is destroyed, and you become terribly aware that if you fail, everyone will die. There’s nothing like that in me:a. You waltz in there, while you buddies take care of the other bad guys, one irrelevant side character dies, you feel a bit for your twin, but that’s it. It was rushed. It didn’t have any emotional impact. If your villain doesn’t have a reason for being evil, at least make them terrifying enough for me to fear them.

The horrible treatment of bi/gay characters: When I first heard about this, I thought that people were overreacting. Oh, how wrong I was. The whole Jil/Gil story was just disgusting. The relationship between Peebs and her ex was abusive. There were those two turians in a relationship, but as it turns out, one of them died. They didn’t put as much effort into same sex relationships as they did with the others. They didn’t even bother changing the kiss animation during the dance with reyes for a male ryder, so he ended up kissing reyes chin instead. I’m sure there were more things I just missed or forgot about. What the fuck bioware? 

My final thoughts are... I’m really not sure. I enjoyed the game. Hell, I loved it more than I did me:2 (but less than the other OT games). But bioware is slowly moving in a direction I’m not entirely comfortable with. I’ve played most of their rpgs, and I loved them. But when I look back at da:o, me:1, baldurs gate and neverwinter night, I’m starting to see less and less of what made them special in their newer games. Now, their pacing is all over the place, they can’t write bad guys, there are too many meaningless sidequests, and while the games are still fun, there just isn’t any emotional impact anymore (i’m mostly talking about me:a and da:i here). And now anthem is coming and I’m starting to loose any hope that they might learn from their mistakes.

Mass effect andromeda was a solid game, with amazing companions, but a lot of the critizism it got was deserved. I just wished that bioware would finally listen to it and go back to doing what they’re good at, instead of doing whatever is popular at the moment. But that’s not going to happen any time soon.