#i have no regrets whatsoever

[gildedtragedies]

YOU KNOW WHAT IM GONNA ASK 👹🦩

WOOOOOO i have been looking for an excuse to share snippets here we go (these are unedited bear with me) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 👹:

Claudius blinks, processing the absurdity of this whole situation as a slow grin spreads across his face.

“Wait. You did all of this because you couldn’t send a text?”

“I didn’t know how to word it!” Petra protests, but he can barely hear her over the sound of his own laughter. He starts to catch his breath, but one glance at her puffed-up cheeks sends him spiraling all over again.

“Stop laughing! I should’ve let you die when you had bronchitis.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to being around anyone who sucks at this worse than I do.”

Claudius finally manages to calm down, wiping the tears from his eyes while Petra sits there glowering and looking like she might just use him for target practice after all. 

“This is all Dash’s fault.” Petra says. “I’m never taking advice from a Four again.”

“So, same time next week?” 

“Not even in your wildest dreams.” Petra slides her textbook into her bag and stuffs the flashcards into the front pocket. She turns to face him, her expression caught somewhere between annoyance and fond exasperation. “I’m gonna go make out with Selene and try to forget that you exist.”

She walks off before he can come up with anything clever. He shakes his head, muttering, “What the fuck, Petra,” under his breath as she closes the door behind her.

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With a groan, he heaves himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes as he stumbles into the living room. Petra’s sprawled on his couch, one arm dangling off the side and a puddle of drool darkening the fabric beneath her face. It’s a miracle anyone can fall asleep to the sounds of the Village’s new inhabitants—Mating? Fighting? He doesn’t care. The only sound he wants to hear from those damn ostriches is the sizzle of them roasting over an open fire.

He risks a glance out the window and immediately regrets it. Add that to the ever-growing list.

“Oh, fuck’s sake,” Brutus mutters, throwing open the front door.

It’s worse than he imagined. They’re not mating. They’re not fighting. No, they’re racing.

The first emotion he feels is betrayal, because gathered in a circle, cheering and placing bets, are all the people who should know better—his own mentor, two of his Victors. He’s seriously considering throttling Devon and Artemisia with his bare hands when Petra stirs behind him.

She sits up in a daze, wiping the drool from her cheek with the collar of her pajama shirt and snatching her cane from the back of the couch.

“Did I miss the race?” she asks, rising to her feet with a wince that Brutus respectfully ignores. “I had money on Plutarch Feathersbee.”

Brutus stares at her, words failing him for a long, agonizing moment. Finally, with the weariness of a man who has seen too much, he exhales.

“No, sweetheart,” he says. “You didn’t miss it.”

[tiddie-taylor]

@betinh3 you made me do this

[bellisima-writes]

Don’t think this doesn’t happen in fanfic also. I’m looking at you…Adam Young.

[not-the-living-ghost]

i really need to stop looking at dead boy detectives content in public, because i've truly lost track of the number of times i've been scrolling on tumblr looking at fanart and someone has gone up to me and asked what i'm being so smile-y about

[dustykneed]

what if i furred your spones. what then

anyways... bunch of misc doods (most if not all courtesy of the mcspirk server loll 🩵💙💛)

[vaguely-concerned]

so for obvious reasons, rye is not generally all that popular with most of the senior watchers. however. I think there is a certain type of younger watcher to whom he is The ultimate hot badboy icon and fantasy. (we're talking about a group of extreme indoor kid goth nerds who've barely been outside. it doesn't take a lot ot achieve bad boy status in this context and the only thing in this world that lasts forever is a bad reputation in a small insular group like the watchers.) it's SO funny because rye thinks of himself as such a disappointing fuckup of a son of the grand necropolis. and meanwhile there are novices kicking their feet and giggling as they're like

'Ingellvar is so cool. no one knows where he's from he was found down here as a baby. mysterious orphan appeal. he could be a secret dalish prince or something for all we know. (*annoyed extra nerd watcher novice voice*: umm actually the dalish don't have princes, merrivar?? read a real book sometime maybe???) he's a rebel. he doesn't care what the senior watchers think no time for politics he just gets the job done. (*small sad rye voice* I care a lot what the senior watchers think actually. a pathetic amount, in fact. it just rarely seems like it helps anything at all) I heard he graduated almost top of his class even though he spent all his time as a student partying up in the city and having a torrid affair with the son of a noble family. sometimes in his spare time he wears a cool punk leather jacket but like the fantasy version of that. he has tattoos apparently but no one's seen them for years. yuh-uh it's true too, I know someone who knows someone he dated once. they say he saw a knife fight once. like, in a bar brawl, with living people. all that, and he's even sneakily emotionally unavailable. *starry-eyed sigh* what a dreamboat'.

needless to say this only grows worse with the events of the game, after he takes out the formless one and rumours start to spread that he maybe killed a god or something too???? and this being nevarra, more importantly he's out there killing dragons with his sworn companions?? like a fucking fairytale prince but with that devil-may-care rebellious streak???? he's the safely unavailable first crush at a distance of many a young watcher. now imagine the reaction when he shows up home for the first time in a year after the war of the banners accompanied by The one true bad boy fantasy to rule them all: literally the sad brooding crown prince of the crows of antiva in leather pants who has WINGS and a dark tortured side of his nature that he has to constantly battle against for the sake of those he loves.

(the perception vs. reality situation for both of these characterizations is. so unspeakably hilarious needless to say. consider how much of the above lucanis characterization is accurate to the person he actually is and then you've basically found the level of distortion lens being applied to rye as well. is most of it technically true? sure. 'technically' is having to do a whole world of heavy lifting there tho fhdfska)

what I'm really saying here is that there is a subsection of this group that's been ferociously writing rye/lucanis rpf from the moment they were seen trotting down into the necropolis depths together (other pairings within the lighthouse gang as a whole, caught in tantalizing glimpses as they visit the necropolis, of course having their own devotees), and when this fandom subgroup eventually discover they were right it's with all the insane glee of a sixteen year old fanfic writer on wattpad (is that still where the kids are these days. idk i'm getting old folks) finding out that their dark mafia prince AU is basically true. varric might be gone but the legacy of friendfiction lives on after him. the king of thedas rpf being the shoulders of titans that young watchers are standing on to write fevered WILDLY inaccurate depictions of the private life of two of the most low-key domestic quietly devoted and undramatic people on the continent, one of them being varric's own poor little meow meow slash mentee, is something that can actually be so personal. rye does not end up terribly famous in the end considering the shit he manages to get done in this game, and he thanks his lucky stars for it. but to a tight-knit community of mourn watch fic writers he is blorbo from my apocalypse. it's all I could have wished for him.

(funniest possible outcome of all this: myrna gets so fucking tired of trying to understand what the novices are being so tittery about that she asks rye 'watcher ingellvar with the realization that this is a long shot and the admission that vorgoth and I have exhausted all other avenues of investigation: do you possess secret insight about what an 'x reader' is. and also 'ship war'. your name seems to come up in this context a surprising amount'. 9000000 points of incoming psychic damage about to hit the fan.)

[roach-works]

just got back from Lakes of Fire, a regional burning man festival! it was incredibly fun, from the art to the people to the events to the lake itself. after getting back to an indoor bed with no dance music blasting all night, i slept 12 hours.

im already jazzed to go to the next one!

[yumaisbored]

(drunk:) Xie Lian is so beautiful I love him

[etrevil]

[polar-equinoxx]

I keep making art-

(Sketch of Ice inspired by @calkale <3)

And bonus comic redraw about Goose and Slider being the best RIO’s for their lovestruck pilots

Featuring also a screenshot redraw of Mav, and another of that one top gun after party where Tom, Anthony and Val are all drunk and in sunglasses

[witchoil]

[incorrectprodigalsonquotes]

Ainsley: Look, I wasn't to know you hadn't told Dani... it never occured to me-

Malcolm: Just shut up! I don't know what's happened. Mother's made you feel bad. Or Gil. Or maybe it's just the same old Ainsley. Who wants to have her cake and hate me too.

Ainsley: I never meant to-

Malcolm: Yes, you did! Who do you think you're talking to? Our father? The Surgeon? I know you. I know you've become a nasty, jealous scheming bitch.

Ainsley: Now listen, you-

Malcolm: You're a bitch!

Malcolm: And not content with ruining your own life, you're determined to ruin mine!

Ainsley: I have not ruined my life! And if Dani’s put off by your actions then-

Malcolm: Don't demean yourself by trying to justify your venom.

Malcolm: Just go.

[tiddie-taylor]

I can't stop thinking about how I've decided to name myself fucking "tiddie taylor"

[morgenlich]

not being able to stand stories with false accusations in them also made it very hard for me to get through frankenstein tbh. that wasn’t assigned to me tho, it was an ap lit and comp book and i took german iii instead

[solanj]

I am I am one of those three people

[grim-echoes]

sega is no capcom but it's shocking to me that after nearly 20 years of their business model being a guilt-ridden "throw our product to the wolves and avert our gaze while it gets torn apart and we start work on the next one hoping the wolves will leave it alone this time" process, sonic frontiers has not only been a monumental success but has adopted the post-launch free update model to allow sonic team and morio kishimoto to continue working on and improving the game long past the point where sega would have ever considered it financially advisable or worth risking its reputation on and that's genuinely fucked up to me