#here we gooooo

[anouchard]

The Magnus Protocol returns this week for the start of its second season. 👁

Hope you're all ready for a veritable terrormisu of horrors!

[humanityinahandbag]

Happy Monday, y’all! If it’s as cold and windy where you are as it is where we are, why not warm up with a new chapter?

[nalyra-dreaming]

Guys. 😭

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[lilbeanz]

Oops, my finger slipped...

[rebeccapearson]

the musketeers rewatch » 1x01 friends and enemies

If only men would think instead of fight, there might be more good ones left.

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MOST [REDACTED] BRACKET FINAL ROUND!

[thewalrusespublicist]

John and Paul: A Love Story in Songs is on the GQ list lmaooooo.

The description:

Surely, you might think, everything good that can be written about the Beatles has been written already. You might think that, but it looks like Ian Leslie has done the impossible, and breathed new life into one of the world’s most studied bands. Specifically, he’s looking at John Lennon and Paul McCartney, and how – in an inspired bit of framing – their sublimely successful creative partnership in songwriting wasn’t all that different to a romance.

[what-eats-owls]

And just like that… the indie bookstore preorder print promo is live!! ✨

Participating stores will have a limited quantity of prints to ship with their preorders; the print itself will be 6”x 9” so it can fit inside the book cover. 😘 If you’re not sure if your preferred store still has stock, please check with them—I won’t have that info myself!

There’s still a little time for stores that missed the initial signup to join in, and some exciting announcements coming up that may or may not mean more prints become available, so keep an eye out for news!

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

The Skeleton on Horseback

Pictured on the Death tarot card is always a skeleton riding a horse, carrying a black flag with a white flower on it. Sometimes, there is a rising sun and/or sad people (including a child) in the background.

Death is indeed one of the more melancholy cards of the deck, as it resembles an end. But the rising sun offers hope for a new tomorrow, a new beginning.

based on this tweet

[idlehvnds]

open starter — A quiet hum fills the air, barely perceptible over the sounds of traffic and nearby footfalls. Leonardo stands at the edge of an empty lot, cleared of debris and brush as its prepared for construction. "So if the clearance here is 2 and a half metres, and we set the ramp at 10 degrees, will that leave enough room for..." Leo mutters to himself, backing up a few steps. He tilts his head to adjust his view of the flickering image of a large pair of doors. "But if we grade the floor a little lower, then..."

He inspects the hologram a moment before an idea strikes, "Or, we can just raise the..." hands pat at his pockets, "Where's my notebook." He swivels on the spot, only to make sudden and direct eye contact with someone nearby, "Dios! Sorry - I didn't see you standing there."

[thaltro]

In the mood to do some of your guyses shitty doodle ship art requests- sorry I haven’t been doing them much. The old host would typically do those but I can take up the tradition💙🫡

[zantedeschia-praesul]

Come Right In, @kowaindar0u

"Yuichi? You doing okay? You barely touched your plate at all since you came home."

Despite his housemate's rather odd behavior at the best of times, Saseki had learned to pick up just a few things about Yuichi. Of course things that, most of the time, he only chucks it up as probably something health-related (he learned the hard way how his housemate is NOT fond of being outside in the sun), but he's more concerned in a way that he barely sees him eat, well, something.

And he's not about to ask his entire appearance; of course there are people who are naturally pale. But tonight Yuichi seems even paler than usual, like... Worrying level, at least to Saseki.

So he thought maybe, since he has no classes running, he could fix them both breakfast, just in time for Yuichi's shift to end that morning. But seeing his housemate in a concerned state made him more worried, if ever.

The man then realizes that sounded a little, well, patronizing on his half, if ever.

"Sorry, I thought maybe I could cheer you up with something you might like since, well, it's been a long shift for you and all last night..."

[blackjackkent]

The city is really starting to look pretty rough. Bodies, blood, and debris litter the streets, and the air echoes with the shrieks of demons and the screams of the dying. Helena is finding it harder and harder to keep a grim expression off her face, in spite of her usual determined good humor; part of her is wondering what the hell is going on back in her usual neighborhood, and if her friends are okay. But there's no time to focus on that now.

"So if we do catch Solas," she says, talking automatically to cover the worry (not fear, not fear) and muffle the sound of her city shaking apart. "Or the Dread Wolf, or whatever he calls himself... what's the plan?"

"He wants to bring down the Veil," Varric says. "Hopefully that ritual takes his full attention."

"So we catch him while he's doing his ritual, so he can't fight us?" Helena asks, a tad skeptically.

"That's the hope," Varric says. "If it comes to a straight-up fight, we're dead."

Lovely.

The route Our Lady of Victory starts with a zipline down into the canals.

Wheee!

("I'm getting too old for this," grouses Varric from behind her. Hee.)

"There," says Neve, pointing at an enormous structure with a lot of bodies littered around it. "That's the building I tracked Solas to."

"Looks like the Venatori also found it," puts in Harding. "And then demons found them."

More combat! Ranged weaponry tutorial this time; Helena can shoot quickfire or hold for an aimed shot. And no ammo to track, thankfully!

Neve, because she is a badass, clears the magical barrier blocking us from inside the building.

Inside is rising ground of damp, battered stone and abandoned stairs, a few lit torches leaning against the wall.

"So this is the Dread Wolf's hideout?" Helena says thoughtfully.

"One of them, at least," Varric says. "Not sure how long he's been here."

Helena scuffs her boot one the stone stairs that are worn almost to a smooth ramp. "Some of this looks ancient."

"Solas has been around longer than Minrathous itself," Varric says dryly.

"Broken chains," Neve comments as they enter a larger room past a series of stone tunnels. "Solas was freeing slaves."

Varric grunts. "Solas hates slavery. One of the few things we actually agreed on."

"He said the other elven gods were tyrants who oppressed his people," says Harding. "He was trying to help them."

Complicated fellow, this Solas, Helena thinks. A distaste for slavery is one of the common themes of the Shadow Dragons as well - but she supposes it doesn't absolve him of the whole "trying to end the world" thing. We all contain multitudes, don't we.

-----

Further on, a window opening onto a wide atrium ahead shows a glimmer of almost blinding bright blue magic.

Further down the corridor is a mural painted in discordantly bright colors on the stone wall:

"Ancient elves doing something to... a dragon, I think?" she asks. She's never been much of one for art.

"Yeah. Trying to control it, maybe?" says Neve.

"Solas said the other elven gods were evil," Varric says. "If they were binding dragons, he was right about that much at least."

(A/N: Mildly odd sentiment given that Dom killed quite a number of dragons in DAI, but sure. XD )

And hey, look what's a little further down!

I always really liked this statue and wanted to get it 3D printed as a decoration. Did Solas bring it down here, or was it already here? Interesting.

More candidates for 3D printing are in the next room over behind a locked door:

At the center of this room is an ornate desk with a statue of a tree behind it. Nearby, various magical devices and a lute. The desk is subtly floating in midair. Also interesting.

-----

The room at the lowest point of the catacombs is very, very cold. The floor is covered in water up to Helena's ankles, soaking the chill through her boots.

"This the big glowing window you saw earlier, Rook?" Neve asks.

Helena nods, taking a few cautious steps towards the thing. She's a dwarf, so she has no innate magical talent, but she's lived in a city of mages long enough to know when something is powerful. And this thing... the air around it is almost vibrating, drawn tight like a bowstring.

It's beautiful.

"It's called an eluvian," Harding says. Her voice is a little hushed - although Helena can't tell if it's in reverence or fear. "They're elven, and very old."

"It acts like a doorway from one place to another. Solas uses them to get around quickly," says Varric.

"He must have gone through it," says Harding.

Helena comes to a halt in front of the enormous thing, peering through its ever-shifting surface. She thinks she can almost make out shapes behind it. Grass. Trees? A landscape very unlike the urban milieu of Minrathous.

For a moment she hovers on the threshold. Anticipation sings in every nerve. She suspects there's no going back once she steps forward - but there's nothing else for it. Not if she's going to save her city. Not if they're going to save the world.

She closes her eyes and leaps forward, letting the eluvian swallow her up.

[radaverse]

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[flcmma]

location: their home, sometime late evening starter for: @intcrmezzo

Ethan stood at the refrigerator, his figure a silhouette emphasized by its dim light. He frowned as his fingers hovered over a takeout container—leftover Thai food from at least two days ago. It was so congealed and unappealing he ended up trading it for a bruised apple on a bruised apple. Too distracted to be bothered enough to wash it before biting into it, the tartness was sharp enough to cut through the fog of spreadsheets and market he'd been tussling with all day. The crunch of the apple echoed too loudly, a reminder of how empty rooms amplified every sound and flaw.

It wasn't long before he felt her presence.

"Didn't realize you were still up," he said, not a question. His voice fried from back to back meetings, he met her gaze and waited for her reply. He couldn't help but wonder which obligation he had failed to meet this time.

[kleinstar]

@sunliteve

Sure it was a shocker to wake up in yet another new body but receiving the message it was clear it was no time for such things. These things only lasted limited time anyway (it seemed).

Eiden would like to make a dramatic entrance to maybe lighten mood up just in case but alas he lacks the key to do so. And unlike some of his friends he's not about to break in either. So instead, he appears behind his own door, holding little friend in his arms.

As soon as the door opens Eiden winks and poses expectantly, still firmly holding to Bloody Mary as he throws a finger greeting with a free hand.

" I received your message groom and so I'm here for your rescue! "

Boy is it weird to see yourself from a third view perspective like this....