#i <3 nessa

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

on repeat ˖˚⊹ ꣑ৎ‎

[evan-buck]

GAVIN AND STACEY The Finale vs the series

[trueloveistreacherous]

MARELLA'S 12TH TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION special gifset for @nessa007 🎁

You've only got one chance Kiss her, you fool

[hheeluv]

my pretty baby :(( i love him

[camzverse]

merry fnafmas !!!

[reluctanttrabbit]

rollerskating (and ice cream) at the beach! ☀️

[mouthfulofwhiteliess]

I’ll send you to hell and your new bitch too 🖤✨

[sourapplesauces]

Happy (belated) Birthday Vanessa!

[chipistrate]

Day 25: Going Out for a Bite

They're about too go to the fnaf movie :]

[ryttu3k]

"They kitties can walk anywhere and they are most cunning :)"

Five cats.

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

seeing nessa next month 🏹🫀🤍⭐️

[florbelles]

HEARTBREAKING—sicko mad with power leads companions with tyranny

[rubys-forest]

Oh em gee swap prince and nessie ref updates woah!!!

[hheeluv]

he is so ceo husband coded <3 (jay i have a big ass, i cook i clean btw)

[broodwolf221]

solrookvellan and past solythal : daw aldwir, nessa lavellan, and solas are all together and he visits the lighthouse where daw (and eventually nessa) live. right now he's alone with daw talking about his past with mythal.

"It looked like..." Daw trailed off with a frown, and Solas drew the back of his fingers across their cheek. Their lips twitched into the beginnings of a smile, but it never quite made it. "It looked bad, Solas."

"What did?" There were too many things they could be mentioning. Too many guilts he bore. His only uncertainty was in which.

"Mythal." Daw's voice was quiet, soft, more an admission than an answer, and he blinked. His hand fell from their cheek.

"I... that is..." he cleared his throat unnecessarily, straightening from where he'd been reclined. "I turned against her. It was difficult." He laid his hands palm-up and open in his lap, looking at them instead of meeting Daw's eyes. "I regret it." He scoffed, a bitter sound. "One of many things I regret. But I could not stand beside her, not then."

"That wasn't what I meant." Now he was the one who frowned and met their eyes. They looked genuinely surprised. "At all."

"What, then?"

"It looked bad. From her." Daw shifted, drew a little closer, their legs tucked under them. "She asked you to take form. You didn't want to, but you did. Then she asked you to make the dagger. You didn't want to, but you did. Then she-"

"Please," he interrupted, hands turned and digging into his own legs now. "Please. I understand." It was a curious thing, this. For all that he never would have expected anything that had grown between him and Rook, he certainly never expected them to place him in the role of victim to the woman he'd loved. "You must understand. The murals, they show my regrets. They do not show the fullness of my life. They do not show all we were to each other." He sighed, looking away. "Tell me, Rook. Do you have regrets?"

"Of course." The answer came quickly. Too quickly.

"About people you care for? And who care for you?"

"... yeah."

"And if I were to be shown only those regrets, devoid of context... what conclusions might I draw?"

"Oh." They shifted, and he knew them well enough to recognize their discomfort. "Okay, yeah. I get that."

"I will deny none of what you saw," he said after a moment. "They are regrets for a reason. But they paint the narrowest view of our relationship, one which spanned countless centuries. You are correct: I did not want to take a body. But she asked, and I agreed. Would you do any less, for the one who means the most to you? Knowing that they truly needed your aid?"

"I mean," they gestured expansively around them, and he smiled. "I think it's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"Quite. But I want you to understand."

"I was worried," they admitted, reaching for his hand. His fingers had relaxed at some point, but the weight of their hand on his was still foreign. He hesitated before turning to meet them, palm-to-palm. "But it was obvious she loved you. The fragment of Mythal I met, I mean." He winced. "Shit. Sorry. This isn't easy, huh?"

"No. No, certainly not easy." He leaned back, squeezing their hand reassuringly. "But you deserve the truth. And it can be given now. I loved her, too. I always will. What we had was real, and it was beautiful." He smiled at the rush of memory. "It is one thing I do not regret."

"Huh." They sounded quizzical and he turned to look at them, arching a brow. "Oh, no, it's nothing. Not really. It's dumb."

"Tell me," he prompted gently.

"I'm maybe..." they were blushing, he noticed. He was uncertain he'd ever seen them blush. "A little jealous? It's ridiculous."

"Need I demonstrate my loyalty to you, now?" He let his voice drop, let it thicken the way they liked, and thrilled at their full-body shiver.

"I mean," they managed, "what's the old saying? Dread Wolf-"

"-take me," he finished, and kissed them.

[crownedinmarigolds]

Now I'm sure Yurgir only gave the displacer beast succubus spittle to make it controllable as a useful huntress and a normal pet companion... I'm positive. Surely. But you can't help but immediately think: