#he was so insane and twisted and i loved it!!!!

[littlelamy]

the boutique reeked of money—shiny surfaces, plush carpets, the tang of expensive perfumes clinging to every rack of silk and leather. rafe prowled between the displays like he owned the place, sharp blue eyes narrowing as he scanned hangers with the kind of focus that made your skin crawl. his jaw was tight, a permanent flicker of something dangerous lurking in his expression, and you knew better than to question why you were here.

he yanked a little black dress off the rack, the fabric slinky and shimmering like liquid. “hold this,” he muttered, not even sparing you a glance as he shoved it into your arms.

“rafe—”

he cut you off by tossing another piece at you—a deep red number with a plunging neckline and slits high enough to be illegal. “that one too.”

your mouth opened to protest, but the way he was moving, the way his lips twitched like he was teetering between smirking and snapping, made the words die in your throat. he was in that kind of mood. the kind that left no room for arguing, no space to breathe unless he decided you’d earned it.

you clutched the growing pile of clothes in your arms, glaring at his broad shoulders as he stalked to another rack, tugging free a piece of lavender silk that looked like it barely qualified as a dress. of course he picked that one.

“rafe, this is insane,” you hissed, following behind him despite yourself. “i’m not trying all of this on. it’s too much.”

he stopped dead, spinning on his heel so fast you nearly smacked into him. his eyes locked on yours, piercing, cold, a hint of that wildfire temper simmering just beneath the surface.

“you’ll try on whatever the fuck i tell you to,” he said, voice low and sharp.

you stared up at him, a mix of anger and defiance bubbling in your chest. “you’re being ridiculous.”

his lips curved, but it wasn’t a smile. it was sharper than that. crueler. he stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him, close enough that his voice curled hot and soft in your ear when he spoke.

“unless you want me to strip you down right here in front of everyone?”

your face burned, and you shoved at his chest. he didn’t budge.

“god, you’re such an asshole,” you muttered, your grip tightening on the dresses in your arms.

he just laughed, low and mean, before leaning back slightly, his eyes dragging up and down your body with that possessive glint that made your stomach twist in ways you hated yourself for.

“and you love it,” he said, grinning now, wide and toothy. he turned, nodding toward the fitting rooms with a lazy flick of his hand. “now go. try them on. every last one. and don’t make me come in there, baby.”

your pulse skipped, the warning clear in his voice, and you had to fight the urge to hurl the entire pile of expensive fabric at his head. instead, you spun on your heel, stomping toward the fitting rooms while muttering under your breath about rich boys and their bullshit.

“louder,” he called after you, his laugh chasing you down the hall. “didn’t quite catch that.”

your middle finger shot into the air behind you without hesitation, but you didn’t stop. you had no doubt he’d make good on his threat to follow you in if you pushed him far enough.

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credits to @xred-wingsx for divider

[impossiblesublimelight]

Ever since season 2 concluded back in December, I’ve been rethinking Brandon Roger’s slip of the tongue about how Blitzø “ran” I.M.P. instead of “runs”. A lot of us were convinced that Mastermind was going to have Blitzø’s business being destroyed along with the building it was being run in. But then Sinsmas aired, and I.M.P. is still going strong.

But then that begs the question, was that earlier statement by Brandon just a slip of the tongue? Or were we given a hint to a future conflict/conclusion that takes place in a later season?

Personally, I think there’s still a chance that Blitzø is going to lose I.M.P. And my obsession with finding lore/future hints in Vivzie’s official merchandise turned a simple passing thought into a freakin full blown obsession that just won’t leave me alone. So of course I’m going to share the insanity.

This Halloween T-shirt’s art is what started it all.

Blitzø is dressed up as an angel, something that anyone from hell would consider as terrifying or monstrous. Perfectly in theme with Halloween while also being ironically hilarious to the audience.

But what if it’s more than that? What if it’s a possible hint about how Helluva Boss will end? What if Blitzø doesn’t lose I.M.P. or willingly retire and pass it on?

Helluva Boss could just as easily end with Blitzø’s death. But that doesn’t mean it’s actually “THE END” the end for Blitzø’s or even Helluva Boss’ story. Because Blitzø could be reincarnated as an angel, just like he’s dressed up as in the Halloween art.

After all, Vivzie is also famous for another show based in hell that focuses on redeeming those condemned to live in hell. And one of those sinners was even redeemed and made it into heaven after sacrificing himself for his loved ones.

This sounds exactly like something Blitzø would do. In fact, he’s already tried to sacrifice himself for his family once already, and I highly doubt he won’t do it again. Especially with Stolas in the picture being as apathetic of his own life as he is.

Now, we know little to nothing about how death affects hellborns, or if they even have souls that can die like a human’s from earth. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be a possibility! After all, ghosts might not exist in the Helluva Boss universe. But reincarnation hasn’t been taken off the table yet! And it would really add an interesting twist in the lore of the Helluva/Hazbin universe. Which would then be the perfect excuse to bring some Helluva Boss characters over into Hazbin Hotel.

Oh, and then there’s the full moon/heaven imagery to consider.

Heaven is the freaking moon in Helluva Boss! And Stolas has already visualized Blitzø as being unreachable in the glow of said moon…

So, maybe there is merit to the idea that Blitzø can be reincarnated into heaven. Thoughts?

[milkb0nny]

Addicted To Crimson Kisses

... Dean loves your twisted grotesque quirks

Pairing: Dean x insane angel!reader

Summary: You are twisted, your hobbies and admirations being extraordinary. But Dean fell in love with your gruesome nature, sometimes wondering if you share human traits or not. Nevertheless, Dean was head over heels for your ethereal being.

Note: This is another niche scenario, and its not as comforting and romantic as the other fics I’ve written. I hope this isn’t the type of edge that makes one cringe...but I longed for some disturbing content. I got inspired by that one season of American Horror Story where Lady Gaga acted in.

Content: MDNI +18, blood, spn violence, kissing, reader being obsessed with injured dean

The sharp pain of a claw embedded in Dean's shoulder yanked him back to reality, his knees buckling as he stumbled against the cold, damp wall of the vampire nest. Blood seeped through his jacket, the metallic tang sharp in the dank air. The nest was chaos; a mess of snarling fangs, swinging machetes, and the occasional grunt from Sam as he fought his way through the bloodsuckers.

You, however, were a different force entirely.

The sound of a wet crunch filled the room as your blade sliced through one vampire’s neck, your expression calm, eerily detached. Whenever you killed one of these beasts, you seemed to be one yourself. The flicker of dim light caught the crimson streaks across your face, but you didn’t flinch. In fact, your lips curled ever so slightly, almost as if you found beauty in the carnage.

Dean noticed it even now, through the haze of pain… the way your eyes gleamed, like a predator reveling in the hunt. Like a snake watching its prey die from suffocation.

He sometimes wondered if you were entirely insane. And why he was so oddly drawn to you?

Outside the hunts you were an ordinary sweet person, caring and loving. Only your small hints of admiration for grotesque things made him notice from the start; you weren’t quite alright in your mind.

Another vampire lunged toward you, but you sidestepped it with an almost feline grace, delivering a deadly blow without hesitation. Your movements were calculated, smooth, and ruthless. There was no trace of fear or doubt, only precision. It was that very nature of yours… twisted, extraordinary, and unapologetically dark… unusual strength which had drawn Dean to you in the first place.

"Sweetheart!" Dean’s voice was rough, strained as he swung his machete with his good arm. The other one slowly became numb, blood rushing out, dropping onto the ground. "A little help here?"

You turned toward him just as a vampire closed in, its claws outstretched for another swipe at Dean. Without missing a beat, you flung a dagger with pinpoint accuracy, embedding it deep in the vampire's chest.

„My, my…,“ you said, your eyes watching his wound scream for help.

Dean sank to the floor, clutching his shoulder as he let out a shaky breath. "You sure know how to make a guy feel useless," he muttered, but there was no malice in his tone - just a rough-edged admiration.

You crouched in front of him, your eyes scanning his wound with a cool detachment. There were marks all over him, his gorgeous face, his strong arms, his broad back. The vampires really wanted you to see Dean like this; beauitful, vulnerable and defenseless. Your eyes glistened with love, as you picked up your calm voice.

"You’re not useless, Dean," you replied, your voice calm but tinged with something he couldn’t quite place. "You’re just... mortal."

There it was again - that hint of otherness that made his chest tighten, even as his blood soaked into his shirt.

Sam found you to be creepy, not sure if his brother will be safe in your hands or not, but he couldn’t deny you were a handy help when hunting. You didn’t let emotions faze you, and handled the situation with a numb mind. Times like these simply demonstrated that you were an angel.

But a distorted one; making you more demonic than angelic.

Sam dispatched the last vampire with a decisive swing, his panting breaths breaking the heavy silence that followed. "Dean, you good?"

"Peachy," Dean grunted, though the expression of his face told a different story.

As the chaos settled and the last vampire’s body hit the floor, you turned back to Dean, still slumped against the wall, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Blood dripped from the wound on his shoulder, pooling darkly against his torn shirt.

Your hands were steady as you pressed against his wound to stem the bleeding. His jaw clenched, a hiss escaping his lips as pain flared through him.

"Stay with me, Winchester," you said softly, your voice firm but laced with a touch of worry.

Dean chuckled weakly, the sound more like a rasp. "A little hard to do when you’re pressing on my bullet hole."

"It’s a claw wound, not a bullet hole," you corrected, your gaze flicking to his green eyes, which still burned with that familiar fire, even through the haze of pain.

For a moment, you hesitated, your hand brushing against his bloodied cheek as you adjusted your grip. Something in the way he looked at you… raw, vulnerable, and yet so unyielding… stirred something deep inside you.

"You look like hell," you murmured, though your voice softened, a trace of affection slipping through.

Dean smirked faintly, his lips curving even as blood stained the corner of his mouth. "Good thing you’re here to clean me up, huh?"

Without thinking, you leaned closer, your breath mingling with his. "You’re impossible," you whispered, shaking your head.

"Yeah," Dean replied, his voice lower now.

And then, you kissed him.

It wasn’t a delicate kiss; it was fierce, desperate, and tinged with the metallic taste of his blood. The coppery flavor flooded your senses as your lips pressed against his, and you could feel the heat of him, the way his body leaned into yours despite the pain. He was full of life, yet he sat here, bleeding terribly. His good hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled back, your lips were smeared with his blood, your heart hammering in your chest. Dean stared at you, his eyes wide for a brief second before a crooked grin broke across his face.

"Didn’t think I’d ever say this," he said, his voice rough, "but I think you just made bleeding out a little more bearable."

You rolled your eyes, the corner of your mouth quirking into a smirk. "You’re lucky I like you, Winchester. Now, let’s get you patched up before you try to charm me to death."

Even as you worked to bandage his wound, the lingering taste of blood on your lips and the look in his eyes stayed with you. Dean might have been battered and bruised, but he was still every bit the man who made your pulse race.

And you knew he’d fight tooth and nail to make it out alive, if only to steal another moment like that with you. Dean caught the flicker of something in your eyes. Concern? Guilt? Or was it something darker, something he didn’t dare name? - Adoration for his pain.

"You’re enjoying this too much," he rasped, a half-smile tugging at his lips despite the pain.

Your lips quirked in return. "Maybe. Or maybe I just like keeping you alive."

Your blood drenched hands cupped Dean‘s face again, and you took a moment to take in that beautiful view god had offered you. Your heart jumped, began racing uncontrollably and you were about to lose your coolness.

„You’re so good looking when roughed up,“ you whispered, leaning in closer. You gifted Dean a small kiss, before pulling away and continuing to stop his bleeding.

He knew you’d keep the blood soaked fabric afterwards, as you always did.

They were your sacred treasures. A strange collectible.

You were his disturbed, deranged, sweet angel.

Sam rolled his eyes, already moving to check the perimeter. "You two can flirt later. Let’s get out of this hellhole."

You helped Dean to his feet, your arm firm around his waist as you guided him toward the exit. The weight of his body against yours was heavy, but you didn’t seem to mind. In fact, there was something almost protective in the way you held him, as though the blood and chaos of the nest had awakened something primal in you.

As you stepped into the cool night air, Dean turned his head slightly, his deep eyes searching yours.

"Babe," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of Sam’s footsteps ahead. "You scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?"

Your smile this time was faint but genuine, the sharp edges of your demeanor softening ever so slightly. "Good," you replied, your voice low and steady. "Fear keeps you alive."

„Though,“ you acted innocent and pure while speaking, “I would never dare to hurt you. It’s on you if you’ll trust me on that or not.“ There was it, your sweet, usual side.

Dean chuckled, though it turned into a wince as the pain in his shoulder flared. A sound which strangely sent a blush down your cheeks.

"You’re one hell of an angel, you know that?"

Your gaze wandered to his face.

"Yeah," you murmured, your tone laced with a quiet intensity. "And you’re one hell of a man, Dean Winchester. Dating an angel, that by all means, defies the human definition of one."

[joelmillerisapunk]

Wip Wednesday

Well well well here we are again Wednesday... hey look at us. tysm for the tags @probablyreadinsmut & @milla-frenchy

Today, I come to you with many wips it's truly insane how many wips I have on the go and idk why I have 1.5 million ideas. So I need your help... here's a poll and snippets of said options are underneath. Please tell me what you'd like first so I can try to commit to a single wip try being the keyword. K thank you, love you, smooching you 😘🥰

Dbf!Joel

The sight in front of him knocked the breath from his lungs. There you were, spread out on the bed, your hand between your legs, back arching as you chased your pleasure. His name escaped your lips in a hushed, broken moan, and he swallowed hard, his pants tightening uncomfortably.   Jesus Christ. He should walk away. He knew he should walk away. But instead, he stayed rooted to the spot, watching as you trembled, oblivious to the fact that you weren’t as alone as you thought.  

When you finally came down from your high, your body limp and sated, you turned your head—and froze. Standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, was Joel. His arms were crossed over his chest, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.  

“Well, well,” he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. “Didn’t know I had such an effect on you, sweetheart.”   _____________

You swallowed hard, clutching the blanket tighter around you, your body betraying you as heat pooled in your belly. “You should go,” you whispered, but even as you said it, your eyes lingered on him, on the way his broad shoulders filled the doorway, on the rough edge of his jaw, and the way his shirt clung to his chest.  

Joel walked closer until his hand reached out, slow and deliberate, tugging the blanket down just enough to expose the curve of your shoulder. You shivered under his touch, his fingers grazing your skin like a brand. “You don’t really want me to go,” he said, his voice soft, coaxing, but laced with that undeniable authority.  

Pirate!Joel Your laugh echoes, bright and sharp, filling the cavern. “You didn’t need to. You were mine the moment you set eyes on me.”

His stomach twists at your words, at the possessive edge in your tone. “What are you talking about?”

You lean closer, your hair cascading over your shoulders as your eyes bore into his. “You don’t belong to yourself anymore, Captain Miller. You belong to me.”

He stiffens, his heart pounding as the weight of your words sinks in.

“I could’ve let you die,” you continue, your voice soft but unyielding. “But I didn’t. And now, you’re bound to me. Wherever you go, whatever you do—you will always return to me. You’re not free. Not anymore.”

bfd!Joel - for @yxtkiwiyxt nhie challenge You grabbed his hand, your fingers brushing his palm. Joel froze for a split second, the warmth of your skin startling him, but you didn’t seem to notice as you tugged him through the crowd.  

When you led him upstairs, Joel hesitated, his brow furrowing. “She’s up here?”  

You turned to look at him, a flicker of mischief in your eyes. “Yeah, just a little further.”  

Something about your tone made his gut tighten, but he followed, watching as you opened the door to a small bedroom and stepped inside.  

“Where—” Joel started, but you shut the door behind him, leaning back against it.  

The room was quiet, muffled from the party below, and suddenly, the tension in the air shifted. Joel’s eyes darted to yours, his brows drawing together.  

“Where’s Sarah?” he asked, his voice low and cautious.  

You smiled, your head tilting slightly. “She’s fine, Joel. I just… I wanted to talk to you. Alone.”  

Marcus Acacius - for @almostfoxglove angst challenge

“Quiet,” he whispered, though his tone was anything but commanding. It was desperate and pleading. He knew the risk of being caught, but it didn’t matter. Not tonight.  

“You don’t mean that,” you shot back, your voice hushed but breathless. “You never do.”  

Acacius chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your lips. “You’re right,” he admitted, before lifting you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his hips. “Let them hear. Let them see what you do to me.”  

You shook your head, biting back a laugh, but any retort was swallowed by his kiss. It was slow this time, less desperate, but deeper, like he wanted to savor every second. His hands roamed your body with a familiarity that still made you shiver, like he was rediscovering you all over again.  

For a moment, you allowed yourself to forget everything—the wife waiting for him at home, the life he could never share with you, the crushing weight of reality that would come crashing down once this night ended.  

But then his lips left yours, trailing down your neck, and your mind spiraled back to him, to the way he touched you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth.  

“Marcus,” you whispered, his name trembling on your lips.  

He paused, his forehead resting against your collarbone. His breaths were ragged, his chest heaving. “Say it again,” he said hoarsely, his fingers tightening on your skin.  

You obliged, your voice softer this time. “Marcus.”  

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@sunshinehaze1 @604to647 @aurorawritestoescape @hearteyesforjoel @gothcsz @baronessvonglitter

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[crappy-cat-the-tabby-cat]

okay so i recently played and finished nine sols, easily my favorite game of 2024 and i love unraveling the narrative and how it all weaves together. an aspect i really love about it is how each of the bosses you fight have an element of irony to them in the lore and in how they're defeated

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

each of the bosses in the game has a seal attached to them, and each seal has a symbol that these people ideally should represent, given that they're in a major council and have major positions of power on their home planet and what not. (i'm gonna be assuming the reader has played the game here)

kuafu's seal signifies loyalty, and while he is loyal to yi he shies away from the tiandao council pretty easily

goumang's seal is equality even though she's probably the sol who is most racist towards the apemen and in the end she ends up a mindless husk equal to her brainwashed soldiers

yanlao's seal is legacy and he's obssessed with it to a fault, leaving behind regular people on penglai to preserve rich artifacts on the ship. by the end of the story they're as good as destroyed and he really couldn't preserve anything, not even himself

jiequan's seal signifies discipline, which works for what a warrior is supposed to be but jiequan has shown repeatedly that he's brash and impulsive, torturing yi and threatening his friends for kicks. he uses technology to mutate his body so he could become stronger, and his downfall comes when he abuses these body enhancers too much to the point where his body melts. his lack of discipline in regards to enhancing his strength killed him.

lady ethereal's seal is benevolence, and for the most part she tries to be benevolent and put her people in a pleasant dream world but the benevolence becomes twisted to a point that everyone in it goes insane the moment they're out of it. her end comes as a result of yi's benevolence in letting her die rather than her own

ji's sol seal significes insight and yeah he's insightful, there's not much irony there. he had literally seen everything to come from his race thanks to his immortality and he decided to basically do nothing until he found an opportunity for yi finally kill him.

fuxi's sol is intergrity and i don't really have anything to add there. nuwa's sol on the other hand is selflessness, which she really didn't have. instead of solving the whole mutant problem in the residential area she was put in charge of, she put up a party and drugged everyone so they'd be oblivious to their real problems. the only selflessness she really felt was towards fuxi but even that was flawed. she let him stay alive in agony thanks to the tianhuo mutation.

eigong's sol seal signifies knowledge, and while she did hold a lot of it, she lacked the wisdom to realize immortality was unattainable. she kept pushing and pushing for it and the only thing that resulted in it was the end of her race because she didn't know when to quit.

yi isn't safe from the irony either, his seal says innovation and while he is one of the best scientific innovative minds on penglai his mind is full of it and he really can't see that there's no way to save everyone, like his master. that's what his whole arc is about, he's already an innovator scientifically but through the course of the game he comes to innovate himself

[durgeapologist]

I'm confused, durge. Do you like Solrook or Solavellan? Your post bashing Solavellans contradicts your recent reblogs defending them. What are your actual thoughts on these ships? Because I cannot tell.

alright i feel like this needs to be said here and now. buckle up because this is long, and probably the only time i will be commenting on this ever again.

i do not hate the solavellan ship. i have stated many times across all my socials that i used to be a hardcore solavellan shipper. i am IN LOVE with my lavellan. i literally started playing the dragon age series because i heard about the betrayal in solas' dai romance, and i am a sucker for angst. i played through dao and da2 just to romance him with my lavellan in dai.

when dav came out, first day of release, i set my world state up to be solavellan. i redeemed him and sent her off to the fade with him. point blank.

however, even before i started shipping dreadrook, i was wary of solavellan FANS. not the ship, the FANS. i am a solas lover to the ends of the earth and back. i can get behind ANY ships that involve him. what i cannot, and will not ever, get behind is the absolute infantilization of both solas and lavellan that many solavellan shippers i have interacted with engage in.

i had to leave and the solasmancers subreddit because they bashed the fuck out of epler for having SANE and NORMAL takes on solas' villainous behavior. because: YES. solas is a VILLAIN. he is an ANTAGONIST. and for some reason, most of the solavellans i was friends/mutuals and most other VOCAL solavellans i saw refused to admit as much.

they baby solas, they baby their self-insert lavellans, and they romanticize the ship without acknowledging the (imo delicious) potentials for a tragic, toxic, and morally-grey partnership. they whiddle solas down to this abused, kicked, drowing puppy that must be saved- nay, can only be saved by their adoring, kind, never-angry-always-understanding lavellans.

i also dislike immensely the way rook gets dragged through the mud, killed off, belittled, bullied, etc. by some (not all) solavellans who cannot handle solas having insane chemistry with another character. because the chemistry between dreadrook is insane.

i could drone on for hours my issues with the solavellan fans that twist and bend the relationship dynamic between the two, but i won't. it's been regurgitated by so many people so many times, and i would be adding nothing new to the conversation.

my canon lavellan romanced solas and moved on to cullen after the events of trespasser. my canon lavellan would never leave her life behind in southern thedas to follow solas into the fade for eternity, especially not after he killed varric. if your lavellan would do that, then kudos to you! really! i am so thankful many solavellans have a way to get their happy endings! i did it the one time for the novelty, and never will again.

but i can't stand solavellans who can't admit to themselves that their pairing is just as toxic as (if not more than) the dreadrook pairing, and i doubly cannot stand solavellans that baby the fuck out of the pairing. these are two grown (pixelated) adults. they are not infants. their relationship is built on lies and deceit (again, delicious dynamic to me!) and it heavily annoys me when people cannot admit that.

THIS IS ALL TO SAY: i do not hate ALL solavellans. my bestest mutuals and online friends are major solavellan shippers. i am a solavellan shipper. i just so happen to enjoy dreadrook a thousand times more, and therefore have my lavellan married to cullen in my canon world state while my rook and solas frolick off into the sunrise together.

tldr; it's a CERTAIN TYPE of solavellan FAN that i do not enjoy interacting with. i do not think ALL solavellan fans are like this. i KNOW they are not. it's just the ones that ARE happen to be the loudest in a room at any given time. that is all.

[orionshounds]

he cares so much about them, but he has never known how to show it

and now, it’s too late.

[skyenish]

Jamil doodles for warmup (it’s 2 am)

[egophiliac]

oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

[riddlerosehearts]

this part of the twst novel makes me want to break down sobbing every time i think about it, and how anyone could possibly think that trey has been manipulating riddle for power is so completely beyond me that i wish the whole fandom would read this and try to understand how much trey actually loves him.

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[fansblogs]

just by doing what i’m able, with my elbows on the table.

"So many people write songs about horrible, horrible, horrible things. Famous people are always gonna be bad, and always gonna have supporters."

[crossthread]

No jokes here. The Navy’s best pilot and the Navy’s best admiral. Between them, eight air-to-air combat kills and five stars. These were men who commanded respect with or without your approval. This was the picture of ruthless competence.

Debriefing (& Other Stories) • part 2 of Easier Done Than Said by @compacflt

[opens-up-4-nobody]

:-P

[starry-bi-sky]

*grips Shen Qingqiu by the shoulders*

aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you want to crack under the pressure of the system and the robbed autonomy of being forced into a role you had no choice in but have to play anyways? don't you want to buckle under the realization that, to you, no matter what you do your life is going to end in a horrific death? Whether that be under Luo Binghe's hands or the System's?

Don't you want to realize that no matter all the good you have done and the lives you have changed and saved, you're still standing at the ledge of a cliff with a sword to your disciple's chest?

Shouldn't it be you at the edge instead? Balancing on the crumbling dirt's end of death on either side, and you can either walk into it or be forced?

don't you want to go apeshit?

[ignihyde-resident]

H-hey Chat!! Haven’t Seen you a while heh (kicks rock) (I’m crawling back to my roots cause of the TT ban)

Watch my super epic video tho… n feel free to add more

NOT TARGETED /SRS

It’s just a stupid thing I’ve noticed💀