#he's such a hypocrite

[hoboblaidd]

i feel like someone Has to ask abt halamshiral, so if no one else has, i will <3

ask meme - inquisition locations

god thank you bc Halamshiral is so interesting (and contradictory) from a Solas perspective.

Halamshiral itself is not a place of good memories, for either the elves or Solas personally, and the latter, at least, is his own damn fault.

First, the most important part of its history is elven, yes, but as far as we know, it’s all after the fall of Elvhenan. The Ancient Age timeline is iffy at best, but the Long Walk is well after Solas put up the Veil. 

Second, Halamshiral ties directly into one of Solas’ shittiest moves in the lore (which is impressive, given his long list of shitty moves). Because of Celene’s massacre of the elves, and Briala’s uprising, Felassan sees that the Dragon Age’s elves are just as real and worthy of living as the ancient elves. Felassan’s choice to allow Briala to keep control of the eluvians and tell Solas to, respectfully, fuck off, gets Felassan killed. Just because he dared to say that these are their people, too.

So Solas not only lost one of, if not the, last remaining allies he had, he “lost” Felassan because his pride and anger got the better of him. This is the Solas who didn’t blink over destroying the Conclave and the world at the start of Inquisition. He didn’t really gain a semblance of humanity beyond Make Thedas Elvhenan Again until he was stuck with the Inquisition for a while.

And yet for all this historical and personal shitshow, and how truly awful it must be to walk in its memories in the Fade, when we bring Solas to the Winter Palace he is having a fucking ball. He is vibing. Not only is he drunk off his ass, which I love, but it’s like he’s really living for the first time in a while. This is the most we really see him as himself, or at least, the slightly more carefree self he must’ve been once. The Orlesian Game is stupid, but boy does he seem to enjoy it. 

It’s understandable why - his rebellion wasn’t just battles. That great lore piece with Fen’harel and the noble (“kill the other daughter”) reads far more as a rebellion of subterfuge rather than an actual fight. If Fen’harel could “walk in both worlds”, he was probably doing Lelianna-level intrigue at a bunch of evanuris and adjacent functions before the Dread Wolf rebellion overtly took off.

Solas at the Winter Palace is like he finally got a shot of adrenaline he didn’t realize he’d been missing. Like, say, an extrovert finally extroverting after being in lockdown during COVID lol. He forgot how damn fun this could be.

The Trespasser Winter Palace experience is entirely different, and I think a lot of that owes to how changed he is after he gets his power back. Whether it's the power itself, the regret over Mythal, or that he now has more regrets over his impending 'my world-ending explosion is gonna make Anders look like a saint' (or all of the above). Trespasser Solas is back to being the Dread Wolf, and he doesn't seem like he's had any fun in the intervening two years so. Not drunk this time.

[brightyearning]

just started season 2 of house of the dragon and sir criston makes no sense to me. like how are you gonna crash out at the thought of becoming rhaenyra's whore, but be totally cool w fucking the queen ?? like what happened to that honor you were so self righteous about sir? what of that sworn oath??

[reddragon-cowboy]

Spike at a flower shop. 🌹

Nosey Cashier: You don't seem like the type to be into plants and the like ?

Spike: ( places some roses on the counter ) Ha, that's hitting kinda close. There's not many things that actually suit my type.

Nosey Cashier: Ah, so are these for someone special ?

Spike: Mmm. . . ( taps his finger in thought ) . . . somethin like that. . .

Nosey Cashier: Yea, I figured so. ( they take his payment and count the amount ) People like you be coming in here every other day it seems.

Spike: People like me ?

Nosey Cashier: Ahahah no offense, of course, just there be many men who look rough around the edges who know very little about plants and flowers whatsoever. . .

Spike: Huh. . . you seem like the awfully observant one. ( he grabs the roses and prepares to step away )

Nosey Cashier: BUT ! They also go through great lengths to try to find the perfect one for their special someone. There's something kinda soft about those types who go out of their way like that, you think?

Spike: I'm not exactly the soft type.

Nosey Cashier: Yea, they say that too until they're with their partner or crush, no surprise there.

Spike: ( fights the urge to roll his eyes and turns away to hide his embarrassment as he walks away, roses in hand ) Man, I hate flowers.

[abisalli]

Jason but he wears this helmet 😼

[everwalldigan]

Bruce: *waking up in a hospital that he drove himself to after having a heart attack and telling absolutely nobody* hey…

The entirety of the batclan looking over him with Dick in the centre, an absolute terrifying grin on his face:

Dick: hello Bruce, nice evening isn’t it? Got something to share with us?

Edit: the fic is now out on ao3! https://archiveofourown.org/works/57780508

[time-woods]

tf isthis how you flirt ? ?

(part 6-7/?)

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[suddenly-frankenstein]

uhmhmhmmm just occasional thoughts about Daniel's interaction with Marius

[rolanslide]

Losing my fucking mind over this passage. you're telling me, after physically and emotionally torturing him, tricking him into building a doomsday device, emotionally manipulating him for YEARS, and ruining his relationship with his only remaining friend, this is what Ford counts as "crossing a line"? This is Fords breaking point? After everything? It's been over a decade since he's seen Stanley. He has no reason or intention to contact him. After all this time, he's still angry at him. And yet, Bill using his body, his voice, to tell Stanley that he hates him and never loved him is too much, too horrible even for Bill. THIS is what forces Ford to take action. AFTER EVERYTHING. Stanford Pines the man that you are. aa. aaaaaa

[spicyboelives]

I wanna redraw this and make it a sticker one day.

[skrunglebeasts]

ive seen complaints about laios not showing as much emotion as he should have on faligons reveal and i just know its because everyone was expecting him to be heartbroken

but its because that is not a heartbroken man. he legitimately thinks falin looks cool. that is the voice of an envious sibling looking at his sisters much cooler halloween costume and hes judging her for it being too much which is especially funny considering what happens later

[oatmealdoodles]

“I want you to stay with me, because you want to. Only if you want to”

also a version with strings:

OG:

Everybody raving about the “I didn’t realize you think sow low of me” while I’m still obsessing abt this

edit: forgot to add the second ver. so adding it in now

[benevolenterrancy]

@princess-of-purple-prose your tag made me laugh ꉂ(ᵔ́▽ᵔ̀) who are you to try denying necromancy allegations, sqq??? obviously the effort to get along with the other protagonists is going great, keep up the good work!!

[fl00mie]

you get how much it means that ERROR makes a DRAWING of INK????

[choccy-milky]

MC doing what we all wished we could do (aka napping on the floor with ominis )😴💕

[fatuismooches]

Dottore and his segments get a taste of their own medicine after giving you a job of your own. (In other words, you ignore their need for attention in favor of your work, they get pouty, just like you did.)

As of late, a peculiar sight had made its way into the lab. Actually, peculiar wasn't even strong enough of a word for the agents to use. They had nearly tripped over their feet once they saw the new area of their working quarters in the lab.

In addition to their Lord Harbinger's desk (that was shared amongst the segments depending on the day), there was now another desk on the opposite side of the room, and the cute decorations on it were quite noticeable. Photo frames and stationery. A comfortable and plush chair with a blanket that dropped over it.

... A plushie version of the Harbinger that laid on Dottore's desk, commissioned by you to motivate him.

(A side thought - the number of desks the Doctor had was something to wonder about. One in the lab, one in the office, one in the bedroom - no wonder things were always scattered around the place. But that was something for another day...)

And most importantly, you, Dottore's spouse, standing next to their Lord, rocking back on your heels nervously as he introduced you as their new co-worker.

—

It all began when you approached your husband with a very simple request.

"Dottie, I want a job!" You said with enthusiasm, smile as wide and proud as ever. The scientist paused his work and turned to look at you with a blank expression.

"... A job, you say?" You only puffed your chest out more at his confirmation.

"Yes, a job. I mean, being your lover is already a lot of work for my poor back, but I want to actually work with you! With your research and stuff, like the old days!" Your excitement was completely serious and were it not for your health, it would have been infectious for the scholar. Rarely did he ever meet anyone who was truly interested in his work. But of course, certain restrictions have held you back for a long time now.

"We've already been over this. My work is too dangerous for you," the Doctor sighed as he turned back around to continue whatever he was doing.

"I know, I know, but I meant other kinds of stuff. I've been thinking like... a desk job! It doesn't have to be anything dangerous! I could... sort papers for you? Oh, and you have one of those fancy stamps, right? I could stamp them too! I could rewrite your notes... ah, and the best part - I could help you write reports too! You always liked my essays, didn't you?" You were doing your best to provide Dottore with a convincing case, snuggling up against his firm back. Only another sigh escaped your husband, not really that convinced.

"Come on..." you inhaled his familiar scent, tinged with that laboratory smell that never seemed to go away, but somehow brought comfort to you. "I've been so bored lately... and lonely," you muttered the last part pointedly. "I just want some work to take my mind off things!"

Indeed, there was always limited entertainment and pastimes to occupy yourself with. It was especially boring on days you couldn't get out of bed, or when no segment could afford you attention...

"And you know what, I could give those agents of yours some writing tips, too!"

Yes, there had been many times his employees were not up to his standards, despite how many of them fawned over him (for some odd reason)...

"And I'll be helping you too! It's good for everyone."

Of course, you always felt rather good about yourself if you managed to help him, being the Second Harbinger and all...

"I suppose I shall give it some thought-" Before the man could finish his sentence you started squeezing him tightly while hopping in delight.

"Oh, thank you! So, when do I start? Do I get one of your huge desks too?"

"I didn't say yes yet, darling."

"Shh... we both know what you mean!"

—

And that was how you now clocked in at "work" every day with the agents (later than normal, but you had special privileges.) It was daunting at first for the poor souls, even the ones who secretly admired you from afar (being in the fan club and all.) Even though initially you were merely sorting papers, you were the most important person in that room.

However, soon enough, going to work in this dreary lab became a lot more cheery thanks to your sweet demeanor. Somehow, the atmosphere had become a lot less tense since the last time the segments visited.

The agents had little to no problem speaking to you like a normal person, after you had graciously given them tips on impressing the Harbinger.

"Psst..." you were hovering behind an unsuspecting agent, reading the report she had for Dottore, who jumped at your whisper. "You know, he might click his tongue if you give him that." Although her mask covered her face, you could see that half surprised at how you popped out of nowhere, and half agreeing with your words. Perhaps she felt comfortable enough to spill the situation to you.

"I-I am well aware of that," she deeply sighed, "but no matter what I write, my Lord always seems to be unsatisfied..." You patted her shoulder in sympathy. Having worked with Dottore since the Akademiya days, you knew very well of his distaste for certain things.

"Well, that's why I was hired, friend! To make his and your life easier! See, look here, that's a no-no, he wouldn't appreciate those details, mhm, but this needs to be elaborated on more, uh huh..." Of course, being the good spouse and employee you were, the report was converted into the best one that had ever landed on the Doctor's desk.

On your lunch break, they provided you with some juicy gossip about anything they could get their hands on (the fan club had long reaches, apparently.) Frequently you had to debunk things about Dottore... (the handbook was swiftly revised.)

Needless to say, things seemed to be going well. You looked happier. Motivated. Having new "friends" as your company (that still watched their mouth around you after a single glance from the segments.)

However... an issue arose after a while. One that seemed entirely stupid and impossible.

Now that you were so caught up in your work, when the segments finally had some spare time to come to you, they were... rejected. Yes, they had come to you, fully expecting your devoted attention and kisses that you always gave them without hesitation, but now turned away. (Even more embarrassing, sometimes in front of the agents who kept their eyes glued to their strange chemicals.)

—

It was Omega, of all segments, who was turned away first. The most confident and charming of the bunch left uncharacteristically silent. He had come up behind you and traced his hands against your neck, always being the one who had no shame in touching you. You only softly giggled at the sensation and caught his hand in yours.

"It seems you've been busy for a while, dear." In truth, it was mostly you seeking him out and not vice versa, but the segment hadn't seen you invading his office in a while. The space had gotten too quiet without you.

"Mhm! But I can't imagine how much work you do. My desk is nowhere as cluttered as yours," you smiled as you felt the segment kiss your lashes.

"What do you say to a break with me?" Omega offered, already knowing what your eager response would be.

"Nah, I can't right now."

...

Your words took a few seconds to process through his head.

"Pardon?"

"I have all this work, 'Mega, and other people need my help," you shrugged your shoulders as you swung your legs. "But don't worry. I'm sure we can spend some time later!" You kissed him on the cheek and pulled your chair in before continuing your work.

Omega, the greatest segment, was reduced to a blankly staring man who had been deprived of his lover's attention for the first time.

He was irritable for the rest of the day.

—

Beta was next, the poor thing.

You were always the one he blew off steam to, always willing to listen about his gripes and complaints, offering him consolation in the form of kisses and soft words.

However, you hadn't come to visit in so long, the segment was all pent up and now the agents were beginning to fall victim to him.

Fine then - he'd seek you out. Not because he needed you or missed you or anything of the sort. You were just... halting his progress with the lack of your presence. Yes, that was it.

And so the scientist, donning his grand pink bow tie, swung by your desk.

"So this is where you've been? How boring." Beta was not a segment that you'd want to do paperwork. He much preferred to be hands-on.

"Ah, Beta!" You brightened in delight at seeing one of your lovers. "I missed you!" At least you were always honest about your feelings.

... But to cut a long story short, Beta faced the same conundrum that Omega did.

Someone got turned into a floating Ruin Machine that day.

—

By now all the segments had experienced being turned away from work. Alpha's signature scowl had become permanent. Zandy was pouting the whole day as he missed his parent. Foxttore kept to himself with a pathetic sopping wet eye. His segments were fighting with each other inside his mind, a great nuisance.

All because you were too absorbed with your work to pay them any attention.

... The Doctor was now realizing that it sounded like a very familiar tune sung by you. So this was what you felt for days on end? Now, it was easier for him to understand why you were always upset if you were ignored too much.

Still, it was mortifyingly embarrassing that his segments were reduced to this pitiful state just because you rejected cuddles a few times. Regardless, it was up to him to solve the issue. After all... he missed you too. He wanted you to be around him more often again.

And so the Doctor made his way to his beloved.

There you were, all cozy on your seat as you sorted through some papers. Really, he had no clue you'd be this productive, to be honest. At least it was proof that your health hadn't gotten worse, considering how well you were handling this.

"Aren't you the one who kept saying to take breaks?" His voice made you jump a bit, having not heard him walk up.

"It's you, Dottie! I was wondering when you'd come around. And of course, I take breaks, Dottore. I have lunch with the other agents!" Ah, another party that's been hogging your attention.

"You know, this job has been pretty fun, Dottore! Everyone's real nice, we make jokes, I get to write about interesting things..." You continued to go on about the research and while usually he'd be intrigued by your findings, this time he had enough.

Dottore picked you up like a long cat as you squealed from the sudden grasping.

"What are you doing?!"

"You're coming with me," was his cut and dry response as he lifted you into his arms.

"B-But I have to work on the big report for Pantalone!" Dottore's eye twitched at the mention of the banker.

"Someone else can."

"But I-"

"I'm not listening to anything you say further," he plainly said as he walked with you cuddled into his chest as you gawked at him.

Could he be... jealous? A wee bit lonely? You kept your guesses to yourself as he eventually bought you back to his room and laid you on his bed, not even saying anything to you before sitting at his desk.

Did he simply miss your presence that much? You felt a bit bad neglecting your lovers that much. But to be fair, they kinda did the same... sometimes. You got up to console your silly husband, who was just a man in your hands.

"Hey... I missed you too, dear husband... but I had to make sure no one stole the title of best assistant from me!" Dottore only sighed at your foolishness.

Of course no one could ever replace you.

"I know you'd rather die than admit it... but don't worry. You're lucky I'm sensitive to your feelings," you teased as you kissed the top of his mask. "I'll pay more attention to you and the segments, before they cause another headache for you, love. You'll give me some vacation time off, right?"

You laughed at your own joke before Dottore pulled you into his lap, biting down hard on your neck.

—

"Beloved, would you care to join me in discussing your work?"

"You fool, they're obviously coming to my lab to activate a new Ruin Machine."

"But [Name] is supposed to play with me today!!"

"As if, they're far too busy to join you all with your silly games."

"You all will stress them out with this arguing. Now, why don't you join me for a cup of coffee instead?"

"Grr, gr gr, grr!"

It was good to be loved so deeply.

[bunnieswithknives]

Gore, Violence and Blood under the cut

What a mess