#if someone wants to draw that I think it would be cool

[ihni]

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For @harringrovemicroficandart, November prompt "Moon", 965 words

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”That was so cool! Do you, like, howl at the moon at midnight too?”

Billy didn’t even try to resist the urge to roll his eyes over this stupid kid’s stupid question. He did resist growling though, due to the fact that the kid had just seen him transform back to human after his monthly Change. Wouldn’t want to freak out Max’s new classmate on their first week in town, after all.

Speaking of Max, she was the one to answer (since Billy sure as hell wasn't going to); “What? No, of course he doesn’t!”

Since it was Billy’s first Change in a new territory, she’d offered to stay in the car to keep an eye out in case the cops or curious locals passed by and got suspicious about a strange car on a random road in the middle of the night. So she’d been there when Billy got back after his Run – and unfortunately, she hadn’t been alone. One of her new classmates – a curly-haired kid with weird teeth – had apparently been biking past and seen her and decided to strike up a conversation, and she hadn’t been able to get rid of him before Billy showed up, still half wolfed-out.

Honestly, the kid had taken it pretty well. Anyone else would have screamed and made a run for it at the sight of a naked teen with claws and glowing eyes stumbling out of the woods.

God, Billy wished the kid had just screamed and made a run for it. It would have sucked to have been outed so soon, but at least it would have beat the kid excitedly trailing after him and blabbering, even as Billy walked around the car and putting his clothes back on.

“That’s good actually, that would be suspicious, there hasn’t been wolves in Indiana since, like, 1908. There are deer, though. Do you eat deer? Do you hunt deer?” An excited gasp, then, “Ohmygod, do you turn into a wolf and hunt deer?”

Billy didn’t deign that with a reply. He had Maxine for that.

“What the fuck, Dustin?!” Oh, so that was the kid’s name. “He doesn’t ‘turn into a wolf and hunt deer’ –” Billy pointedly didn’t say anything about the dead rabbit, “– why would you think that?”

The kid made a duh-face that made Billy want to punch him. “I’ve read it in comic books!”

“Oh, and I guess you believe everything you read in a comic book?”

“No,” the kid replied, drawing the word out and sounding way too sassy for his own good, “but I learned about werewolves from them and since that proved to be real, maybe the rest is true too. But if I got it wrong, feel free to correct me. In fact,” and here he shrugged off his backpack and reached in for – a notebook and a pen? “Please tell me everything.”

God help him, Billy was gonna strangle this kid.

Before he got a chance to, though, the rumble of a car engine caught his attention, and soon after the headlights of a car bathed the road in light. All three of them – Billy, Max and the annoying kid – turned to look as the car rolled to a stop next to the parked Camaro. The door on the driver’s side opened and someone stepped out, and Billy realized two things simultaneously:

The guy was his age, and really handsome.

The guy was a werewolf.

The guy must have realized the same about Billy, because his eyes didn’t leave Billy’s even as he addressed the kid. “Dustin, what are you doing here? Claudia sent me to pick you up at the Byers’ house but when I got there, Joyce said you’d already left. You know your mom doesn’t like you biking in the dark by yourself.”

“I’m not by myself though!” the kid said, breathless, “I’m with Max, this is Max, she goes to my school. I found here out here and I thought she’d been kidnapped or something because, like, a girl sitting in an abandoned car in the middle of the night –“

“It obviously wasn’t abandoned,” Max snarked, oblivious to the newcomer’s status since she hadn’t had her first Change yet, “since I was sitting in it!”

“– but it turned out she was just waiting for her brother, and Steve, you’re not gonna believe this –“

Billy and the newcomer – Steve – had been standing stock still since their eyes met, tensed and waiting for the other to make a move, but as soon as the kid began gesturing wildly towards Billy, Steve reached out to pull him behind him.

“Dustin, get in the car.”

Smart – you shouldn’t trust strange werewolves around kids. Which was precisely why Billy had subtly placed himself in front of Maxine.

Dustin protested, loudly. “No but Steve you don’t understand –“

A glance at Steve’s perfect hair, and Billy felt the sudden urge to ruffle some feathers.

“He already knows, kid,” he therefore said, and got to see the kid’s head whirl around and stare at first him, then Steve, then Max, and then back to Steve again.

“What? Have you met already? I thought you were home sick from school these last few days?”

Which must be why Billy hadn’t seen him around yet. He grinned, showing a hint of fang. “A wolf always recognizes another wolf. We can smell each other.” He nodded not-so-subtly to the notebook the kid was still holding. “You can note that down.” He looked up at Steve’s face, and let his tongue run over his teeth.

“You can?” the kid said, and then seemed to realize the implications of what Billy just said. “Wait – Does that mean –?” A gasp, and then a shriek, loud enough for birds to flee the nearby trees. “You’re a werewolf, Steve?!”

[snakeunderyourboot]

list of stuff I want to happen in the remaining episodes of s5 but not nesecerilly need, just think it would be cool

John manifesting in front of remaining quests

bonus points, if it is to protect Arthur

Bonus bonus points, if afterwards Arthur and John need to act like they are making a cult

2. Arthur swordfighting someone

bonus points if he draws a gun and shoots someone

3. John and Lilith have a full conversation about being fragmented and whole

4. John FINALLY talking about his time in Darkworld

5. Yorick getting his happy ending (I don't know what happy ending is for Yorick, but he deserves one)

6. John FINALLY hugging Arthur in his manifested form

bonus points if it's Arthur who initiates the hug

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[verysmallcyborg]

Roevember Day 30: Dawn

Our love shines as bright as the sun that begins to peek over the horizon at dawn. I know past me never would've thought they'd bump into someone who would have the biggest impact on their life, someone who doesn't complete me, but rather, adds on to me. Someone who did not seek to fix me and my countless flaws, but accepted me for who I am, and I did all the same for her. I preach it more often than not, but Ryss truly is the sun to my little world. We've come a very long way, but I wouldn't have had the journey with anyone else. May we all find someone, or several - friend, family, lover, lovers - who brings us unending warmth and comfort, much like how the dawn brings the world to life.

roevember prompt list ryssrael is @oneiroy's

whew! this was my second year doing roevember, and i did MUCH more than i did last year...! tbh there were quite a bit of factors for that, even when there was an unexpectedly long plogon sundering in the middle of the month LOL (RIP to ideas i really wanted to do during some of those days, i don't think i'll be playing catchup. i'll probably just use those ideas outside of roevember)

it helps that, well, fornax has ryss!!!! do you know how many prompts i did with them!!! (13 of them..... out of 21!!! LMAO oops. i love them ok??) and of course, fornax looks so close to how i draw them, and having a lot more backstory / lore than a year ago, many of these prompts were PERFECT to portray glimpses of that lore

(and importantly, having fun putting the list together with some fantastic roemie friends, loved these prompts very much <3 <3)

i hope fellow roes had fun this month (or ARE having fun, if playing catchup), it's been sooo cool and fun seeing both new and familiar faces and devouring all of the lore and writing that some have done. and i hope y'all enjoyed all of the fornax (and ryss) :)

[thot-writes]

good meowning beautiful babies. would it surprise u to learn i’m a huge solavellan nut??? anyway i didn’t like DA:TV (it was fine but not great) & i especially didn’t like how they resolve the solas/mythal plot, so i quickly wrote this. mayhaps my other solavellan girlies will appreciate it???

quick and nasty solavellan ending edit (SPOILERS FOR VEILGUARD BELOW):

“It is done.”

The battered figure of Solas limps down the steps of the dais, as Rook and their party lay scattered and bloodied on the tile flooring. The teal glow of Solas’ ancient magic emanates from his palm and draws a translucent cord toward the lyrium dagger. With a janky, almost clumsy start, the dagger begins to gravitate towards him.

“This world owes you a debt,” Solas continues, looking mournfully between the downed bodies of Rook, Emmrich, Bellara… and her. “Both for defeating Elgar’nan… and for bringing down the Veil.”

He manages to draw his gaze away from the Inquisitor to focus on the dagger. His magic pulls it forward.

“I am sorry for this final betrayal. But I will do what I can to minimise the damage, when you see the old world restored…”

Before it can approach arm’s reach, however, Lavellan wills herself forward despite her myriad injuries and snatches the dagger. She stumbles onto unsteady feet, blood spilling from the gash that disappears into her hairline and coating half her face in a scarlet red. Her eyes are intense, motivated, as if she stands ready to wage war by herself.

The Inquisitor, who saved southern Thedas and faced would-be gods unflinching, faces yet another.

In spite — or perhaps because of — the love they shared, Lavellan makes one last attempt to make him see reason before she resolves to cut him down.

She locks eyes with Solas, who quickly falters under her wrathful gaze. He attempts to school his expression into cool neutrality, but fails.

“Please, vhenan,” he all but begs, his voice quiet and broken. “Do not make me fight you. I can’t.”

Lavellan’s grip on the dagger hardens. “Then stop this bullshit. I won’t let you ruin the world I saved.”

“This world is broken, vhenan,” Solas insists, his words stronger now. “Because of my mistakes.”

Lavellan resists the urge to scoff — barely.

“It is not fucking broken!” she snaps at him, a decade of frustrations surfacing. “Different doesn’t mean broken, Solas! Do thousands of years of history mean nothing to you because the Veil was present? Do thousands of lives mean nothing because they’re not elvhen? Not magic?”

Solas takes pause. He is, as ever, a hopelessly emotional man who cares more for his loved ones than a calculated leader should. The thought of having to fight — perhaps even having to kill — Lavellan is a line he doesn’t want to cross, even though it seems he might have to.

He thinks back to Mythal, to the fragment he killed while it lurked in Flemeth. How he wept over her desiccated corpse. How he wept over Felassan’s. How he wept over Varric’s.

Can he truly do it a fourth time? Kill someone so dear to him — intentionally or not — in order to bring back the glory of the old world? His chest aches at the thought, his stomach twists into knots, no matter how hard the Dread Wolf attempts to drown it out.

“You cannot understand—“

“You don’t understand!” Lavellan sharply cuts in. “This world is real, Solas. The people are real, their lives are real— I’m real. It’s as kind as it is cruel, it’s as beautiful as it is terrible, as broken as it is hopeful. And it’s fucking real!”

Solas stands a little straighter now, his expression a little tighter. Lavellan is trying to convince him not to go through with it, and he’s going to convince her why he must.

“You have seen the elves of today, what they are reduced to. You have lived it yourself!” he argues. “Magic is feared and shunned, the only elves that remain free are but superstitious children who wear slave markings and call it pride! Can you not see that I want a better life for them? For you?”

Lavellan is not convinced, as he suspected she wouldn’t be. “You want us to return to being spirits like the ancients? Stubborn and unable to adapt to the changing world around them?”

Solas pauses again, and Lavellan takes the opportunity to continue.

“Yeah, magic isn’t as prevalent. Elves only live about eighty years, and there’s constant conflicts fuelled by bigotry and power struggles.” None of these are persuasive arguments, just a grim acknowledgment on the world today. “Spirits embody a purpose, but that makes them single-minded. Mortals are flexible— they grow, they learn, they adapt— a person can become unrecognisable from their past self in months, weeks, even hours. How many spirits can say that? How great are the ancients, really, if their rigidity is both their defining characteristic and the cause of their downfall?”

Rook, having helped Emmrich and Bellara to their feet, approaches the Inquisitor from behind to lend their voice in the argument.

“She’s right, Solas,” they echo, confidence radiating from them even as they are exhausted and bruised. A standing testament to the persistence of mortal kind, against all odds. “This world isn’t perfect — shit, sometimes it’s not even good — but it’s the one we got, and we’ll defend it to our last. You want to make amends? Then stop thinking about what you want. Save the world that you endangered, bind yourself to the Veil and stop it from falling.”

Solas wants to argue, to push back against the flawed ideas they’re proposing. How could they want a mangled, maggot-ridden corpse of a world when he could so easily revive it to what it once was?

But his conflicting desires keep him from opening his mouth. Could it be that he’s turned from the path of wisdom to one of pride? Could it be that his devotion to the People and the ones he’s wronged has blinded him from seeing such a simple truth — that the world lived on without Elvhenan, and will continue to do so?

He looks to the tear in the Veil, a slew of greens and blues painted against a starry sky, and he thinks of his goals once more. He’s come so close, he could bring it all down right now, he could avenge Mythal and bring back the world of the elves.

But instead, he weeps.

Overcome by the emotions heaped upon him, the sense of duty that has pulled him from his lover’s side for ten long, agonising years, the atrocities he’s committed in the name of restoring the elven empire.

He hears Cole’s voice, telling him that he can choose better. He hears Mythal’s, angry and righteous and commanding him to tear the Veil asunder. He hears Varric, pleading for him to see reason, to be the hero he knows he can be.

He hears Felassan, his final words expressing how the elves of today are stronger than he thinks.

And Solas breaks.

He drops — not quite to his knees but near enough — and braces himself to keep from collapsing entirely. He quietly sobs and the facade of the Dread Wolf comes crumbling down around him.

Lavellan’s expression softens and approaches him, her prosthetic hand coming to rest on Solas’ shaking shoulder.

“The things that I have done…” Solas trails off, his regret choking him like a hangman’s noose.

“Are not your fault alone,” Lavellan finishes. “Accept your failures, but accept when others have failed you, too.”

“I do not know if I can.”

“You can. I’ll be with you,” she insists, not a trace of hesitation in her voice. With confidence like that, Solas can almost believe her. “Banal nadas. Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

Tears drop from Solas’ eyes, mingling with the blood from his wounds as they drop to the tile beneath.

He’s not sure. He’s not sure of anything right now— whether this is the right call to make or just another regret waiting to haunt him— but he is sure of one thing.

He’s tired. Above all else, he is just so tired.

Tired of being alone, tired of fighting, tired of watching the world from the sidelines and punishing himself in isolation. His mistakes cannot be unmade, but with eternity facing him down, he has a luxury most others don’t: the time to atone fully.

Lavellan finally hands him the dagger as he rises, watching him carefully to see what he does— if her words made it through to him. She prays they did.

Solas looks to Lavellan, then to Rook, then the rift. Perhaps there is a beauty to this shattered world. Perhaps there is a strength in the elves of today, who persevered through atrocities innumerable without the help of gods or the Fade.

Perhaps there is a potential in this fledgling Thedas that grows from the bones of what came before, that stands in defiance of beings like the Evanuris. And in time, perhaps he’ll see what they do— perhaps he’s already far closer than he thinks.

Before the doubts can cloud his mind, he locks eyes with his beloved, with the woman who changed everything, and slits his palm open with the lyrium dagger.

“My life force now sustains the Veil.”

[marauderingpaige]

Okay, but if I don’t see Jesus Christ on a motorbike in season three I think I might cry.

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[robotsafari]

i had a dream where something was off with riku’s shadow…

(this art is so sucks i made this when i was tired and less experienced which ended up making riku look so much skinnier than how i normally draw him post-kh2 can you stop engaging it with pretty pweeease)

[sometimeswritingsometimesdying]

i've had a vision of aiden and black magic by little mix and now i'm knee deep in a modern magic au where aiden sells cheesy love potions by being hot (it's a scam)

[aibouart]

apparently never posted these tiny guys from last year?? or i didn't tag it correctly if i had

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TOBY/Pastavee he/him Babyvee she/he/they Shitvee they/them

[bacchuschucklefuck]

since more of like the class swap etc started going up every once in a while there will be a question in my inbox that would take me literally multiple comics' worth of art to answer adequately lol. and I don't wanna do that under an ask I want that to have its own space! so if I don't answer ur question know that it's probably that^ above there and not that I think ur question sucks

[harvestmoth]

more rejuv things but its. its just this guy again, im sorry shes all i can draw

[glass-oranges]

Stirling and Emilia!!!!!! I am normal about them I promise

[giantkillerjack]

One of the things I love about Glass Onion is the way that the camera and music work together to tell nonverbal jokes.

Like when Benoit basically has to hold Miles' hand to get him to the conclusion that someone reset the puzzle box Benoit lies about receiving:

Benoit asks if it's possible that someone reset the box, and Miles then declares that someone must have reset the box like it is this huge reveal - and the camera zooms out while the music subtly swells as though he really has figured out something smart, when actually he literally restated what Benoit just said.

[druidshollow]

i love looking at ancients theyre so . yknow

[todayisafridaynight]

Why not combine them? You could post about MineDai eating pasta! Does Mine bulk with pasta? Does Daigo have a favorite pasta dish? Do they cook it together for a date night? Does Daigo even know how to boil water?? (Genuinely if you have any interest in posting about this please do, would read)

mine could, in fact, be the one who makes daigo pasta with a lil olive oil and salt and parmesan youre right ......