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[actinglove]

Cheap Medicine • Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace

Will Solace has a goal. Will Solace wants to help. Will Solace is in the top ten percent of his cohort.

Nico Di Angelo hates his dad. Nico Di Angelo wants to help. Nico Di Angelo is going to do what Will couldn't.

And Rachel Dare falls sicker everyday.

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[ddarker-dreams]

yan scaramouche knows you so well that if a fabricated letter in your name was ever delivered to him, even if they replicate your handwriting, he'll know it's fake within the first sentence alone.

(and he claims his interest in you is 'a moderate' amount).

[shivunin]

God, poor Mia tirelessly searching for her brother for two years after nearly all of the Circle was destroyed 😭 I wonder how much the average Fereldan citizen knew about what happened there. Did she think he was dead? An abomination? Destroyed in the Blight like so much of the rest of the country? How many Templars did she have to cajole or intimidate to get even the slightest answer? No wonder she took Cullen to task when she finally tracked him down in Kirkwall. She probably had to move heaven and earth to get even that much.

[sysig]

One better (Patreon)

[madc0w]

Cylob - I Left My Heart In Syntax Error

thanks! very 3 a.m.-music-y!

[beauleifu]

I'd in an angsty mood

//TW for implicated spider demon death! (Not Syntax, just the others)

An au idea I read somewhere where Syntax was the only one who was spared and this is his reaction to finding out and Mayor telling him <3 it's short n sweet

[smallblueandloud]

nothing like the dread when a section of the notes is titled "english deep dive"

[cherrysnax]

maybe I’m “crazy” but that one anons typing style and the person who was really weird about people watching the murder video of that poor woman sounds exactly the same

[meezer]

I was so productive today. and I bought myself two posca pens

[shirogane-oushirou]

ren save me. ren. save me ren.

[twinstrangersp]

Our next VINCULA ID is for Audrey of @theheartpyre ! Another beloved member of the AD community, and an incredible author, as well! Thank you so much for your support (and the thoroughly incredible picture for the ID!)

[the-official-account]

Decided to do with my anxiety what I did with my body dysmorphia ages ago which is to beat it with the affirmation stick until it eventually becomes a central part of my belief system. This round is "I am strange and I am loved. I may be misunderstood and that does not make me alone. I am surrounded by people who accept me"

[bottom55cs]

FINALLY I FOUND CLIPS WHICH SHOW THAT HOLY HAND SIZE DIFFERENCE

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

the most comphet thing that charles does in episode 5 isn’t even when he’s like “nah they’re just mates” or him projecting onto hunter and brad because they’re manly men and he wants them to be Good Guys bla bla bla none of that.

no, the most comphet thing in this episode is that charles rowland, light of my life, owner of my heart, saw these two scruffy scrappy stinky burly fuckboy jocks and then looked at himself, this genderfuck punk twink with the prettiest most delicate features i’ve ever seen and eyeliner and earrings and bisexual ass jacket, and edwin payne, the most clockable homosexual that has ever lived or died, the quintessential twink, with his stupid little gay bowtie and gloves and fancy jacket and button up shirt and little gay posh voice and the cunty feminine way he walks and gestures and edwardian vocabulary and syntax and everything about him and said, “they’re just like us, right edwin?” babygirl you are so delusional.

rip hunter and brad you would’ve loved being involved in both edwin’s and charles’s hate crimes </3

[funnel-webbed-au]

Mutiny

Tag List: @skellebonez

2. A.M.

Syntax closed his laptop with a soft sigh, then narrowed his eyes. There would be Hell for the unforgivable, horrible things that Estelle had done, to him, and to all of them. She'd lied to Esmeralda, she'd lied to her now henchmen. It was only fair that he lie to her about what his true intentions were, about what he meant to do now that he had decided to stay for now.

He was going to tear her apart, steal everything that mattered to her, just like she'd stolen his humanity. He couldn't go home with the first member of his family he'd met in a decade. No one would recognize him but his cousin, who was stuck here with him, stuck here because of him.

If only he hadn't been so naive. Maybe he could have prevented this. Now, though, there wasn't any use quietly tearing himself apart over it. Syntax wrapped up the injuries on his forearms, throwing the blade away as he did so. No. There was no use in letting this grief fester, he had to do something with this wrath.

So, the spider prowled through the cursed passageways of the cavern he begrudgingly called home, passing by a number of different chambers as he moved. Every footstep was filled with purpose, filled with wrath and anger and hate.

She wasn't getting away with this.

He wouldn't let her.

The smaller spider crossed the threshold into Estelle's room, his intentions fully masked. He couldn't let her know, not yet at least. When she took notice of him, he nodded at her, forcing a smile that she couldn't tell was a lie.

She'd taught him too well how to lie.

It wasn't long before his claws were at her throat, his eyes drilling into hers.

"You took everything from me, from us. You stole our humanity. If you think I'll let you live after this, you're sorely mistaken." His voice was deathly quiet, for rage never makes a sound. He was going to make her pay for everything she'd done. She'd stolen things from him he could never take back, and as the venom dripped down his claws, Estelle knew he was going to kill her. The fear rendered her paralyzed. His claws were so close to her throat, so sharp, so well refined...

It was only fitting that it would be used against her now, for after all, she'd ruined his chances of finding a home in the Megapolis. If he was going to die here, despondent and alone, he was going to take her with him, with the very same weapons that were once used in her service.

Alas, the footsteps of his beloved adopted mother forced him to leave Estelle alone. As Esmeralda entered the room, she was too late to see what Syntax was trying to do. His claws were clean now, as were his fangs, and both of them knew damn well that Esmeralda would never believe her partner. Syntax, no Pierre, maintained too good of a facade of complacency for anyone to suspect him just yet.

While the jade scorpion went to comfort the obsidian spider, Syntax simply huffed, then sighed, as he always did when he was upset about something... or seemed so. His cruel, venomous green eyes made his former master shiver, because now she knew.

Her minions no longer served her.

She wasn't safe from them anymore.

[beauleifu]

Thank you kindly for feeding Syntax community with this absolute masterpiece <3

PEBBLE

PEBBLE YOU TOO BESTIE DON'T FORGET YOUR AMAZING, AND YOUR AWESOME ART keeping us all hyper fixated on Syntax once more like- this one time I was falling out of love with him (shocker i know lock me up rn), but i saw ur art and. yeah sorry the feelings came back like a boomerang