#please snipe the motherfucker

[plasma-tree]

please shoot the CEO of Anthem next thanks in advance

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Y'all the funniest fucking thing just happened while I was playing Borderlands 2. I'm doing some side-quests minding my own fucking business, and all of a sudden I realize I'm being shot at even though I cleared the stage I was on

As you can see by the map, there's no enemies in my vicinity yet my shield is still taking damage.

AND THEN I NOTICE HIM

FUCKING CAPTAIN FLINT

SIR I AM NOWHERE NEAR YOUR BOSS LEVEL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

EDIT: IT SOMEHOW GOT FUNNIER

[tojisun]

I’m soooooo obsessed with your poolverine! Especially where Logan is fucking reader while Wade watches!

But what if Wade gets so desperate that he cums untouched just humping his rosey leaking cock into the air as he watches Logan fill you round after round

teehee thank you!! and this is so delish oh my goood <33 // cw: SMUT; afab!reader; poly with set power dynamics (dom logan, sub reader n sub wade); voyeurism; praise kink // divider by @/plutism

it’s—

it’s heinous, really, how wolve-fuckin’-rine could just go for hours fucking you, breeding you, while leaving wade leaking like a motherfucker. tearing up too, sure, but he’s still got his mask on so they can all pretend that he isn’t truly crying.

(he’s actually weeping but, well, semantics.)

it started the way it always does.

“stay there, bub,” logan sniped, his grin just a bite too mean, but wade didn’t even fight back because the three of you are used to this back-and-forth; of logan taking you like even after all these years, he still had to stake his claim, while wade was made to wait.

after all, this game is one of a hunt; it starts with wade waiting, raptly watching the way logan devours you, before being allowed the scraps—licking logan’s cum off your cunt, wade’s tongue pushing you to another shaking orgasm.

a hyena that is allowed to feast after the lion had its fill.

but it was different today—logan was more mean. he was more impatient to wade.

logan kept going; fucking his thick fingers in your cunt, crooning how he was doing this for your own good.

“shh, yer not ready for pups yet, darl,” he hummed, a heavy hand pressing down on your stomach to stop your thrashing; holding you down to force his thick fingers in, and scooping out his cum amidst the squelches of your cunt.

you keened, fisting the sheets as tears leaked out of your eyes, wetting your already-damp cheeks.

“s’too much!” you cried, unable to stop your hiccupping. “l’gan, please!”

but logan just nuzzled his maw on the inside of your thighs, puffing out breathy chuckles.

wade was straining then, his grip breaking the wooden arm rests. he ignored the splinters digging into his flesh, unable to do anything that wasn’t watching.

waiting.

he was slowly realizing that he would not have his turn today.

logan has you in a mating press now.

you’ve yelled so many times, warning logan—warning them—that you’re cumming but there was no gushing squirt nor trickling cum, and the two of them realize with hitched breaths that logan’s finally fucked you into dry orgasming.

it was a delicious sight, one that pushed wade to finally free his cock from inside his suit.

logan had shot him a gleeful look, his ravenous eyes tracking down the mess that wade has become—heaving chest, leaking cock, mask finally damp with his tears.

(you’ve glanced at your lover too, devouring how he looks, ever so patiently waiting even when he’s been denied for hours now.

wade always chirps. he’s always filled the silence with his chatter, but he’s been so, so quiet today. like he’s at a loss for words, unable to sound any more that isn’t ragged wheezes. like by staying quiet, he’s able to force himself to not jump you or to not touch his own cock.

fuck, what a good boy wade is.)

“almost, bub,” logan murmurs to wade, humping his cock in you like he’s affirming his own words. the action forces another choked moan out of you, and wade’s cock jumps, pre- dripping down his length.

logan tracks it throughout.

“yeah?” wade finally rasps out, his voice sounding so utterly broken. “y’fuckin’ swear?”

logan rolls his eyes at his words before huffing a fond laugh.

“swear on it,” logan replies, licking at his salty lips.

he pauses, turning his attention back to you. he ruts his cock in, nudging at the pudgy walls of your pussy with a pleasured hiss.

(you’re an unbelievable marvel, peanut. all soft and sweet.

all so delicious.)

amidst your high-pitched squeals, logan shoots wade another glance. he looks even more hungry now, and wade doesn’t get to ask his stuttered ‘what?’ when logan croons, “‘fore that, won’t y’cum for me, pool?”

wade’s body jumps to obey the order, only—

“but no touchin’ yerself.”

the whine wade lets out is so pathetic and broken, but it only makes logan smile wider, like he knows wade would be a good mutt and follow his command—

jesus. thinking about logan praising him just made him ultra-horny.

wade shuffles on his spot without a word, legs parting even wider to make it easier for himself. he’s so busy squirming at the feeling of the cool air wrapping around his cock that he’s missed you and logan changing positions on the bed—you’re riding logan now, your back to his chest, with logan’s chin hooked on your shoulder as the two of you watch wade.

wade curses underneath his breath when he finally looks up, and it tickles a giggle from you. it quickly peters into a high keen when logan fucks you up the length of his cock before dropping you down, using gravity to sit you snug and stuffed full.

fuck.

wade’s bitten moans spill into the hot space between the three of you, and he wonders: between you and wade, who is logan’s prize?

whose keening desperation is logan watching?

wade humps at nothing, unable to stop himself anymore. he times it with logan’s manhandling of your body—thrusting up when logan grasps at the back of your thighs to lift you up from his cock; then pressing back down on the couch when logan drops you back to engulf the entirety of his length.

wade’s not even embarrassed to admit that it doesn’t even take a while before his whole body is locking, pleasure and desperation mixing like a vice to grip at his body.

his orgasm builds—

“cum f’me, wade,” logan sings, sounding so utterly soft like he’s not in control of both you and wade’s pleasures, but wade has always been logan’s good boy. always been desperate for logan. always—

his orgasm rips him apart—that is the only way wade can explain it.

it wracks his body with unimaginable tremors, like wade’s body is undergoing its own earthquake. he nearly blacks out at the pleasure, and it should be embarrassing—it will be, later when logan’s cock is in his throat and your strap is fucking wade’s hold, and the two of you are murmuring how wade is your precious and desperate little cum slut—but right now, he basks in the pleasure and the pride shining in logan’s eyes.

jesus fuck. that was good.

biting a rock bcuz this one rlly had me sweating like mmmmy god

im so sorry if this is bad 😣 wrote this while walkin’ around the mall so it might be choppy n clipped in some parts GAH

wade gets a turn (somewhat)

[etiolatedmutant]

yes, protective logan is perfect, delicious, love it, can’t get enough

but lest we forget wade can be a scary little fucker when he wants to be

he’s so genial most people don’t expect it, but he’s the King of Fuck Around and Find Out, something logan realizes one day when some stupid motherfucker snipes something cruel under their breath in their direction, and he’s just starting to flick the claws out but there’s wade, flitting across the room in nanoseconds with his gun drawn and this grin on his face

it’s venomous, challenging, and his voice is all syrupy as he implores Dumb Fuck to say it again, go ahead, you look like you need some daylight punched through this thick fuckin’ gourd so please, say it again

because wade is the guy who adopts ugly little dogs, and the guy who saves misguided mutant kids from themselves, but that doesn’t make him saintly or, hell, even particularly fucking forgiving — certainly doesn’t make him nice, either

and for the first time, logan realizes he has someone who’s willing to burn it all down for him. and yeah, he yanks wade outside by the nape to avoid the otherwise inevitable bloodshed, but then he kisses him stupid and breathless about the whole ordeal because fuck he can’t remember the last time (or any time) someone was prepared to raise hell on his behalf

[lowkeyrobin]

Hello! I was wondering (totally okay if not) if I could request a quackity x reader where there playing minwcraft or smth with a few other people and its just like moments of them annoying eachother (as a way of love if that makes sense)

Thank you 💜💜

AH YES OF COURSEEE!! ; did my best w this one, had to quote a lot of vines for this bc I'm not naturally funny and it made sense in a way

QUACKITY ; vinecraft

summary ; annoying each other while playing minecraft with some friends

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 711

masterlist

You and Alex were playing on a Minecraft survival world with Bad and Niki. It wasn't a role-play SMP or anything, just a simple survival world with the Better Minecraft mod.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

y/u/n was shot by a skeleton

"Y/n did you just willingly give yourself up to those skeletons?" Quackity laughs

"in my defense, they all have chainmail and gold armour, and I have an unbreaking one iron sword and a dream"

"Language! Stop talking about that!" Bad yells

"Yeah, stop talking about pussies, Quackity!"

"Y/n!" Bad and Quackity both exclaim in different tones while Niki laughs

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRR?" Quackity yells, referring to the Vine as he almost breaks his voice a bit

"I'm waiting for those creepers to kill you," you answer, clicking your mouse to swing your hand as to point behind his character

"OH MY GOD NO-"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"MY SHIT! Y/N, NIKI, GET IT PLEASE, I HAD AN AWESOME DIAMOND HELMET"

"It's Wednesday my dudes-"

"Shut the fuck up I'm fighting a warden, I can't do this right now, Alex!"

"I wanted to be a cowboyyyy baybyyyy" quackity speaks with a shit southern accent

"please stop fucking quoting that" you snicker, "I'm on the edge of this fuckin thing, if I fall I'll die and lose the teleporting thing and your shit"

"No off topic questions. because I don't want to. no. no. you've been stopped"

"PLEASE, I JUST WANNA MAKE THE PENIS, STOP DESTROYING IT Y/N/N"

quackity keeps trying to shoot you off the ledge of the mountain where you were trying to build the base on the side of

"I said whoever keeps shooting me, your moms a hoe!"

"language!"

"you're a hoe, motherfucker!"

"quackity, watch out!"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"AGAIN!?"

yknow that vine of that kid playing simple piano notes and the other kid getting down to it? that's like the halftime show of the stream

quackitys playing guitar and you're busting it down in game next to niki who can't stop laughing, and bad is totally silent because of all the foul language

I mean the song slapped

then quackity got absolutely sniped by a skeleton while he was on two hearts

"What the fuck is up Kyle? no, what did you say? what the fuck, dude? step the fuck up kyle!"

quackity gets all up close with the mic to literally inhale it, "y/n i love you but my names not Kyle"

"WHATRE THOSE???"

"They are my crocs."

"Actually why do you own crocs? red flag, we're breaking up and I'm dating niki now"

"You move on quickly" quackity mumbles and rolls his eyes

nicki smiles before speaking, "because I'm better than you, quackity"

"Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"

"Y/n you've spent 85% of this stream quoting Vines"

"Yeah I know, it's because I hate you"

"Wait what?"

when quackity brings up how he lived in the southern hemisphere and talks about living in Mexico, he pauses to breathe and you take the opportunity while you have it

"country boy I love youuuuuuuu. ah"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"BAHAHHAH"

"I can't be here anymore"

we've all seen the "Hey ron" "Hey billy" meme I think

you'll break into the base through the ceiling to get back in because you're working on a tunnel trailing through the inside of the cliff up to the top as the entrance

"Hey quackity" you say as you land next to quackity trying to sort through chests

"Hey y/n"

you scream as quackity sits down with some pizza in the middle of stream

he screams, "stop, you almost made me drop my pizza!"

yk that meme w the kid w the broomstick doing some anime pose battle shit? here's that one

you'll be swinging your sword around and spamming emotes "don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! AHHHH"

"who gave you the right to speak? You're on trial for breaking Bad's space bar!" Quackity exclaims

"I got it working again!!"

"let's do the fork in the garbage disposal!"

cue spamming emotes and lagging your games til they crash 💀💀💀

"love yourself! accept yourself!"

you became a positivity priest while quackity became a drug dealer

really splitting this world into two sides now LMFAO

[strawberryamanita]

At this point, if you're saying not to vote for Biden, I'm just writing you off as a Trump supporter. There's just no room left for semantics. Either you learn from 2016's shitshow of joke write-ins and overconfidence and allocate your votes accordingly, or you wear your Trumper title with pride.

You motherfuckers are equating Biden's verbal slip-ups to irredeemable crimes against the nation. Meanwhile, the Republican party is linking arms in the way they always do, but in preparation to wipe out literally every single one of us. If you're still reading this post, they're out to get you. There's no room for rewrites for the Martin Niemöller poem; nobody will be able to speak for us because we'll all be caught. These fuckers are fueled by hatred of the other. I don't completely trust that my own mom won't surrender me to the new Gestapo, at this point.

Between relative incoherence and completely articulate agendas to wipe out entire groups of people? Yeah, I don't know about you lot, but I'll learn to stomach a bit of extra senility.

I've said it in tags on reblogs, but I need to say it on an original post: we will not have the means to defend Palestine if we're all trying to save our own lives at the same time. If you care about yourself, if you care about your friends and family, if you care about anyone who wouldn't survive another term of Trump, the onus is on you to bar him from winning; this is not a means of guilting anyone, this is as close to fact as I can get in this shitbag world where reality is framed as subjective.

And unless any of you big-shit-talking riot-pushers wanna put your money where your mouth is and snipe the bitch, that means you need to vote for Biden.

Please.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| It Ain't No ||

Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Tags/warnings: mild violence, fluff, allusions to smut. ☺️

A/n: this was inspired by a lovely prompt from @munsonownsmyass for a proposal and I've used it for the TFC April songfic challenge!

My song is Option by Crosses 💍🖤

And thank you so much to @realfernmayo for making the moodboard! 💗 If you enjoyed please reblog so that others can read, thank you!

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It was a slow thing, something that started growing a while after he had sniped off ninjas to help Red. It was the least he could do, leave him free to take down the motherfucker that had killed a loved one. That was something they now had in common at least, however tragic it was.

Either way over time they'd usually end up running into each other on odd nights, a couple of ass-kicking vigilante moths to a burning pyre of bad guys. It was almost inevitable in a way.

There were off the cuff team ups in alleyways. Meetings outside dark, dodgy warehouses with an unspoken plan. The occasional rooftop rendezvous to get the jump on an arms dealer. And after a while they were talking through gang takedowns in Red's loft over a few beers.

He wouldn't have called them dates, but Frank hadn't gone on a date in years and well, they were the closest thing.

For the most part as they worked together well to keep Hell's Kitchen safe, at least once Frank had conceded to Red's no killing rule. And then after he had taken a bullet for Red, and Red had taken a knife in the gut for him, he realised there was now something more between them.

Trust.

It had snuck up behind them both, binding them closer.

Either way Frank found himself here, his gaze soft as he sat watching the way the blues and purples of the neon billboard outside washed across Matt's skin. They were like ephemeral bruises, a reminder of the pain they'd endured but not only that. Once the fighting was over and the wounds were stitched, after a time those punches were soothed with tender touches. And then one day, a crashing kiss and a quiet mutual confession of love whispered into skin.

He focused on keeping his heart rate steady, that was the thing with having a boyfriend who had acutely enhanced senses, it was damn difficult to hide anything from him.

"You hungry?" He asks Matt, not even daring to look at him.

Matt raises his head from the case files he had been pouring over for the past couple of hours, now suddenly aware of his growling stomach. "Actually yeah, I could definitely eat. You want to get some Thai?"

Frank shrugs. "Eh, was thinkin' something different."

"Oh?" Matt's interest was piqued and Frank cursed himself internally, he should have known a change in routine would be risky.

"Yeah I dunno, Madani keeps goin' on 'bout some Persian place. Thought we could try it, go out."

Matt throws him one of those sunbeam smiles of his and Frank is almost ready to give his game away right there.

~

"You've asked me four times now if I enjoyed the food, your pulse rate practically skyrocketed when we left the restaurant… Frank, what the hell is up with you?"

He feels like a defendant on the stand getting flayed by Matt's interrogative tone.

"Nothin'. Maybe Persian food just don't agree with me."

Frank tries his utmost to calm himself down but it's too late now. He's not felt this apprehensive in a long time but right now his nerves are frayed.

Matt stops him on the sidewalk. "Frank, I need the truth. Remember when we said we wouldn't have any more secrets? Spit it out, now."

"Seriously, it's nothin' to get your panties in a bunch about. Let's just get home."

Matt leans closer to him. "Frank." He says in a warning tone.

Frank sighs, grumbling as Matt cocks his head when he hears him reach into his jacket pocket and retrieve something.

"This wasn't how it was s'posed to go… I was gonna… fuck it. Here goes."

He kneels down in front of Matt right on the sidewalk, with the cacophony of sounds and smells of the Kitchen as his witness. He should have known that this of all things would never have gone to plan.

"Matt-"

"What are you-"

"Shh, christ, just shut up for once and let me do this." Frank grumbles as he goes to fish the ring from its velvet pouch. Just then, Matt holds up his hand, cocking his head to the side.

"Wait, wait-"

Frank's face falls and Matt can hear the panicked rhythm of his heart.

"Just… can you hold that thought for me? There's someone holding up a bodega two blocks away. C'mon!" Matt is grabbing Frank's arm and pulling him to his feet.

"Aw you're fucking shittin' me?"

Frank follows him quickly, seeing the situation clear through the glass door before he's throwing it open, striding towards the asshole that's pointing a gun at the young cashier while Matt hangs back, just letting him do his thing. It's something that he's both wary of and turned on by. The way Frank has this single minded focus on a target, whatever it is, he's a force of nature when he's in that mode and it sets the hairs at the back of Matt's neck on end.

The moment the gunman turns and sees Frank, the recognition is instant. Frank doesn't give a shit if he knows who he is, easily disarming him, breaking the guy's wrist and grabbing his arm and slamming him down to the floor, twisting it painfully behind his back.

"You know what you've done, shithead?"

'Shithead' yells in pain as Frank wrenches his arm up higher. "Hey give me a break man, I- I didn't shoot nobody!"

Frank continues. "Nah, but you've scared this nice lady, and ruined me and my partner's evening, that's what. Fuckface." Frank growls loud right next to his face. "Now, I got more important shit to do and I ain't got time to waste takin' your fuckin' sorry ass to the police, so here's the deal - you're gonna wait here for them to come pick you up while we call em. Ain't that so?"

The guy shakes his head. "Yeah sure, good luck with that, I'll be back out again tomorrow anyways!"

Matt comes up from behind Frank and punches the guy square in the face knocking him out.

"Hey!" Frank turns to him, surprised at his actions.

Matt shrugs as he pulls out his phone to call 911. "I was getting impatient, and besides, you've got important shit to do." He turns to the cashier. "Are you okay, miss?"

The woman nods and thanks them both for intervening. Frank restrains the perp with a hefty amount of cable ties from the back room and Matt leaves his N&M card with the cashier. "You just call us if you need any help."

As they walk down the street toward home, Matt can't help the beginnings of a smile tugging up at the corner of his mouth as he waits.

"So, you were saying?" He presses, his smile growing with every second. Frank stops, shakes his head and scoffs.

"It's always gonna be like this ain't it?"

Matt breathes out something between a laugh and a sigh. "Could argue that it keeps it interesting…"

Frank stops him in the street. "Listen. You and I, we ain't always had the smoothest ride and don't I know it, if tonight's anythin' to go by… but there's no one else I'd rather take that ride with." He shakes his head. "What I'm sayin' is-"

Before he can get it out, Matt is sweeping down in front of him on the sidewalk on bended knee, holding out a ring of his own.

Frank could fucking kill him.

"Frank, will you marry me?"

It's all he can do to laugh. "You fucking- get up here you asshole!" He drags him up into his arms and a slow, sensual kiss. The kind where there's no sense of time or place. When they finally separate, they're both smiling so much it almost hurts. They never thought they'd get this far.

"So?" Matt pushes, sliding his hand down to hold Frank's, their fingers interlocking.

Frank huffs against his cheek. "Well, it ain't no." He pulls back, looking at Matt's pretty face. "Will you marry me?"

"Ain't no either!"

"Alright you smart ass," He says, lifting Matt's hand after he retrieves his silver ring from his pocket and slides it onto his finger. Matt does the same with Frank and when he lets go of his hand, he takes off and runs his fingers over the engraving on the inside of the ring that Frank has just given him.

"It says, 'pain in my fuckin' ass forever'. Frank jokes, and Matt laughs and pecks him on the cheek.

"Well yours says 'better the devil you know'." He grins.

"Huh. Whadaya know, we're perfect for each other."

Matt never hopes for much but he can't wipe the look of sheer joy off his face, tugging Frank along, urging him to walk faster so they can get home and he can fully remind him of just how just grateful he is. He can feel Frank's happiness and contentment too, his heart rate settled and strong with the occasional little flutter when he squeezes Matt's hand and feels the ring there, solid and real.

They're all over each other as soon as the door to their apartment closes, and Matt's coffee table is the first and certainly not the last casualty of their unbridled passion as they make their way to the bedroom. But when they get there it's all gentle love. There will always be bruises, but they'll always be chased with kisses.

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[napoleonyaoi]

the super complicated reason: the us and europe funnel billions to keep an european colony in the middle east

1. "westerners" you live in the united states 2

2. "see some images of dead people" actual nazi rethoric used by german citizens when confronted with the existence of concentration camps (which is what gaza is. you live a mile away from a functioning extermination camp.)

3. you literally dont see palestinians as human

please look away from my colonies genocide!! if you REAAAAALLY wanna please consume its propaganda first!! now itll make sense to you!!!

when zionists occupiers call for "extensive research" it does not matter that you have actual encyclopedic knowledge of the history of palestine and the conception of the zionist project and the destruction it caused to the native population and its detrimental effects to world jewry. what theyre asking of you is compliance with the settler narrative. if you use the word "colony", out the window goes your extensive research

zionist occupiers are incredible in the way they think their colony is all that there is to jews. "my people" ok, the settlers! now try to explain to the rest of world jewry thats affected by the actions of the self proclaimed "jewish state" that you sadistic motherfuckers are sniping palestinian children for sport in their name. they abohorr you. you have ruined jewishness for them.

the rest of that sentence is a slap in the face of jewish people that tells us youre not fighting the "weak, helpless diaspora jew" narrative that its been constructed for you.

tldr: "i occupy the territory, you dont. i know the truth, youve just seen some dead little terrorists. if you contradict the narrative im just calling any source you have propaganda. check out this haaretz article by the way"

[bakafox]

More Veilguard Rambling As I Inch Closer To Endgame

Veilguard has so much light-hearted and silly companion banter. It's so generally friendly, or at least understanding- Taash says inappropriate things or does them, but they're basically 18 and were raised by mercenaries and a demanding mother, and the other companions don't get super pissed. Other pairings of companions may snipe a little at each other and get each others' goats, especially at first, depending on personalities, but there's still the friendliness to it, or at least a tolerance?

Any real distrust type stuff is saved for the conversations you might steer a little.

It's really funny considering how 'polarizing' the game is and how it's led to so many people being absolute jerks towards other people online- but this banter type, the fact people aren't overstepping or being punished for not saying the best or right things is ABSOLUTELY what my soul needs right now in a videogame where I'm teaming up with some group.

I play on the 2 lowest difficulty settings because I don't really want to be challenged in the combat, I just want a fun escapist game that soothes my soul and Veilguard is delivering this so hard to me right now.

Which isn't to say the story and lore doesn't have grim elements, a lot of the main story and bits of lore you find are grim and/or tragic, as grim and tragic as in any other game, but it's far more my style in delivery than some kind of fixed grimdark level.

And admittedly, I have memory problems, and I don't perpetually replay previous games, I played each of them once all the way through and then maybe 4-5 games that got to varying degrees in, but the vibe to me is still so very Dragon Age. Even the new lore about elves and qunari and wardens or the like that apparently so many people hate- I do like it just fine, and I don't think it clashes badly with what DAO and 2 and then Inquisition set up.

Maybe the companions don't have some complexities that make them difficult for me to have my Rook talk to them, and I can see some people missing that sort of thing, but I like having the conversation scripts with them without even once wishing I could poke them about some belief or opinion they have, or try to get them to change their minds about things the game will never actually let you change their minds or even get more dialogue about where I felt absolutely required to write fanfic. I'm too tired to write fanfic right now. But I also still see where if I wanted to I could write fanfic and where they're all still inspiring enough, just- not in a frustrating way for me.

No game can please everyone. I really can see some of what some people might be calling overly-simplistic at times, though I still absolutely can't fathom the bitter bile levels that were stirred up. The creators of Veilguard clearly did love Dragon Age. They clearly knew and cared about what came before it.

Sometimes maybe it's a bit the 'they're a little confused, but they've got the spirit!' in how the dialogue or story treats a few things, but that's really the worst I find myself saying right now still, as I finish up a mess of companion quests before tackling a new story bit.

And while elves and the Dalish still were given a hard road to hoe- I think it feels a lot less unbalanced in Veilguard? Like, they have wins, they are dealing with discovering what was lost or taken from them, and the game doesn't have anyone acting like it's THEIR fault as the survivors that history was ripped away from them or they're just ignorant, and they're not treated as silly in Arlathan for trying to recover past info- and it feels like the Arlathan area elves did fare better than the southern Dalish in general, with no stupid motherfucking southern chantry, or at least less of it.

I. Do. Not. Miss. The. Chantry. Storylines.

I do not miss the 'must mages be controlled?' thing. Like, I wouldn't mind going back to the south if there's ever any future DA games with how this one's been received, but this is a nice vacation. Yes, there's the Tevinter nonsense, and the Qun stuff is still... hm. But it is really bloody nice to learn Thedas History without the 'big moral question' being whether or not mages deserve freedom or are inherently too dangerous to be allowed to roam.

Tevinter Slavery Bad. Venatori Human Mage Superiority And Lust For Empire And Power At All Cost Bad. And I don't have to explain any of that to any of my companions or allies in game or in fiction.

Unless it goes with some of the choices I did not make in the game saves I have going, there's no 'sins of the past generations should be taken out on the current'.

And right now, with how the world is, I like that. Honestly, also after surviving discourse about previous games to where I absolutely no longer interact with the fandom other than my circle of mutuals other than a rare tag dive for fanart alone- I still really like that.

[0zeeraa0]

First day of school hasn't even technically started, but I'm already so fucking tired of this shit and these stupid motherfuckers.

Somebody please snipe me down with an assult riffle.

[zornofzorna-blog]

#i am fucking CACKLING at how well they're set up for this to work out pERFECTLY#like jaskier is from a class in which politely snide is the way to say you hate someone#and he just straight up crosses the line a few times into blatant rudeness#whereas yen is like 'yes there is a pecking order so we snipe at each other to remind each other of our places#and then obvi we're besties and would kill someone else duh'#i'm fucking howling imagining them meeting someone else#and it's some stuck up rich guy so yen wants to present a united front#and is just like 'this is my dear friend lord pankratz'#and jask is just 'A. don't use my fucking legal name that's weird#B. your WHAT?'#i'm CACKLING also imagining him running into another sorceress who's heard yen talk about him in passing#and is just like 'ah you're yen's friend'#and he is fucking OFFENDED#NO HE MOST CERTAINLY IS NOT#THEY ARE MORTAL ENEMIES#SHE IS A VILE SNAKE OF A WOMAN#A HORROR#A DEMON#A-#meanwhile the sorceress (also from aretuza) is just smiling like 'aw so cute. they're definitely besties'#jaskier through tears like four interactions later: please. please. i am NOT that witch's best friend. please.#OH MAN HE WOULD BE FUCKING PISSED AT THE IRONY#HE'S SPENT MOTHERFUCKING DECADES JUST TRYING TO GET GERALT TO ACKNOWLEDGE THEM AS ACQUAINTANCES#AND THIS ENTIRE FUCKING TIME APPARENTLY HIS REPUTATION AS YEN'S BEST FRIEND HAS BEEN SPREADING#WHAT THE FUCK 

tags from @penandinkprincess​

it has been? months??? years????? I have had a dramatic break up and begrudging reconciliation with the Netflix Witcher and I still! can't! stop! thinking about that moment in s2 when yen hears jaskier playing in the distance and just. relaxes.

specifically I can't stop thinking about it in the context of that OTHER moment in s2 where yennefer reunites with her friends at aretuza and they spend the first few minutes being Very Mean before clinging to each other in abject relief they're all alive and y'all I think yennefer thinks she and jaskier are friends

like, they've known each other for decades and they meet up every so often to trade snide remarks and drink and maybe commiserate over geralt being *gestures at all of geralt* and that's basically friendship right? at least, according to her shitty childhood and all the socialization she got at the trauma factory of aretuza they're practically besties

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #195

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 8 ]

VANOSSGAMING

You will never see the card.

Did you just pull a muscle?

Why are you eating candy?

We're not trying to be scary.

I'm standing around like I did nothing because I actually did nothing.

Oh great, it's raining now…

I don't know how that worked, I should've died, I'm gonna come clean.

I feel really safe right here, I don't know why.

I ain't touching that body.

What is this, what is happening?

Maybe it's a good time for this weapon.

Use the chainsaw, use the chainsaw!

Sounded so unenthusiastic.

Sounded like you were at the dentist.

We have to protect Jesus.

I got scammed.

They're like little ants.

You just poured Coke Zero all over your arm.

I should definitely get a better weapon.

What are the odds?

WILDCAT

Our cheater is better than your cheater.

Your welcome, bitch.

Get off the box, you fuck.

He’s a pizza!

I didn’t know that was there.

We ain’t going to need him this round.

All I know is that motherfucker is cheating, alright, I won’t take any other answer.

Fucking teammate got in my way.

You don't suck the way they do.

Operation: Find that fucking poster.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

How are we feeling, not good.

Take me take me, take me, please!

We’re so useless, I love it.

You’re going to get us both killed.

That’s it, I’m sniping!

That’s all I care about right now.

I see dead bodies…which means there’s enemies.

They blew up my whole building.

We’re getting dominated…again.

I like that attitude.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Think of the possibilities.

I will see what this rubber ducky’s all about.

Shut up about the damn dandruff!

He's mad at us now.

Get the hell off me.

Get on the other side.

I always wanted to do this, it’s on my bucket list.

I give up, screw this.

I can see that happening these days.

This is how we stay alive longer.

TERRORISER

I can’t get out!

Listen, use your fucking imagination, bro.

I think he's glitched.

What does this have to do with our band?

I know it’s you.

Okay, blow the door open.

Just finish the mission, I’m over it.

I took drugs all of my life, so this is easy.

Oh, I think I killed the driver.

Take his shit!

NOGLA

Stupid tech issues, man.

Okay, you can pay for it then, I'm not going to complain.

Don't pick him up, let him die!

Easy man, we’re fucking pros.

Great fucking friend.

Which one am I?

You gotta save me.

I’m a bit rough.

Save me again.

Did that hurt him?

MOO

Oh, I don’t want to hear it.

You got pooped on.

I’m fine with you killing me.

No matter what I do, I can’t.

I don’t know how to turn the flashlight on.

Just a little kid getting sacrificed.

How did it teleport you guys?

No one can see this?

I didn't know you were there, I'm so sorry.

He hopped the fence.

FOURZER0SEVEN

Smite him!

I got stabbed?

I didn't know you were on my team!

That clearly said, don't go this way.

I'm in the sky, falling.

What the fuck am I supposed to do here, bro?

Oh my God, he got hit by a car!

I'm in here with you.

Can you get me a blanket and pillow please, I’m sleeping in the basement, boys.

I would prefer not too, but I guess we are.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

The rambling continues.  Here’s Estinien.

Alright.  I’m not gonna lie.  I’m a dragoon fangirl.  I love them.  Square Enix has done them dirty I feel not gonna lie but that’s an entirely different rant.  I met @autumnslance​ over Unorthodox.  Much of my FFXIV fanfiction to a degree is dragoon based.  Estinien is a hot mess not gonna lie, but he’s a hot mess that has fucking amazing character development and he’s good looking too shut up what of it?

Honestly, one of the reasons why I like Estinien so much is that he’s relatable to me.  I know how it feels to have that singular drive, that pure focus on just one thing--and then picking up the pieces when it gets blown all to hell.  In my case it was a slow burn leading to an explosion, and I wasn’t possessed by a vengeful dragon spirit.  I also grew up in a highly religious culture.

And it’s not just me.  I’m pretty sure a lot of people can relate to Estinien in some way--that same thing.  A drive, a purpose, and when it’s gone, what the fuck do you do now?  How do you handle realizing everything you worked for, the goal--it was fucked up?  You were fucked up?  And now you have to unfuck yourself and find something that gives you purpose once more?  For people who were in the military or still are, that’s an even bigger connection--Estinien is a solider that’s trying to find his way in a time of relative peace.

I won’t lie, I’m very tempted to revisit the fic that was helping me dive into his head in the first place (before it got derailed by the lore of him visiting spots on his journey and getting the Trueblood armor HAHAHAHAHA) but I digress.

Now in the beginning of it all?  Especially doing the dragoon questline? I wanted to beat the fucking brakes off this man.  I did not sign up for godsdamned elezen angst with a flavor of First Brood and parental anguish motherfucker pull your head out of your ass for a moment and THINK, PLEASE.  USE THE BRAIN.

(side note.  I will fight anyone who says we didn’t get possessed by Haldrath’s spirit in that questline.  My flag is planted on that hill, do not @ me.  I possibly pissed off some G’raha fans tonight with my opinions, I have no qualms about this.) (:P)

Another thing about Estinien? He’s pragmatic.  Yes he was sniping at Ysayle the whole fucking time (Riven was very close to killing two elezen and leaving their bodies buried underneath a bush in Moghome) but when push came to absolute shove?  He was right by your side.  Granted, there’s a lot of leeway to suggest he might have had issues dealing with your revelations following Nidhogg’s defeat in the Aery and the subsequent truths that followed, but he was there.  He was willing to stand by your side when Aymeric decided to try and make dear daddy see sweet logic and reason, during an event that when finally exposed, pretty much is the trigger for a major cultural shift for his country and people.

*blows out breath*

Now.  There are some things that honestly do annoy me somewhat when it comes to the fanon on him.  One of them?  He’s not a himbo.  He’s not.  This man was the head of the Knight Dragoon Order in Ishgard.  He may have avoided having anything to do with the nobility and politics, but due to that simple fact of being the Azure Dragoon, he needed to have an awareness of the political arena in the city.  If he didn’t, how the hell could he be an effective leader for the Order?  I admit we don’t have any backstory or lore, so it’s up for interpretation, this is solely mine, but again, we’re taking about Ishgard.  You do not take any fucking type of leadership position in that particular city without at least knowing who or what you’re going to be dealing with and how to effectively do so.

Also. I’m pointing this out.

That is the look of a man who is having A Moment.  Estinien coming out of nowhere with seemingly the most random thing, yet I feel it says a lot.  Fourchanut is already grappling with seeing his children pretty much excel as skilled fighters against unimaginable horrors, then he just gets a brick to the face in realizing in that instant that his son can do the same in the political arena.  Probably felt his age briefly too there.  (SSSHH LET ME HAVE THIS)

Estinien could have said anything else.  Anything else!  Considering he views Alphy like a baby brother, he would have been well within his rights to burn Fouchanut’s ears off.  Instead, he goes with what probably was a major aspect of Alphy’s life possibly in Sharlayan--being trained to possibly assume his father’s seat on the Forum.  And the lore up to Endwalker pretty much pegs Fourchanut as a major power player, if not the biggest one, among the Ninety-Nine.

Estinien doesn’t understand the void in patch 6.1, but after Y’shtola breaks it down for him, he’s onboard.  He doesn’t get the finer details but that’s okay, he knows his strength is in taking his spear and violently killing what needs to be killed.  When it was revealed Meteion was the major villain after all, and the other Scions are boggling over what to do, it’s Estinien who goes ‘alright, she’s the big bad.  How do we stop her?’

And yes, the money thing, I dragged his ass too for it, but canonically?  Military.  He was a knight.  He never had to worry for food, or a roof over his head, or even clothing!  All of that was probably put on a tab and paid for him.

(This is probably the point where I would derail onto him with Riven but best to just end my rambling here, I could keep going on)

Estinien is a hot mess, but he’s a functional, pulling himself together hot mess flavored with First Brood draconic aether.  We’re not even going to go into how his connection/synthesis with Nidhogg’s changed him, I’m just going to leave the fact that he’s basically adopted Nidhogg’s role as brother/uncle to the rest of the living children/grandchildren of Midgardsormr AND THEY’RE ROLLING WITH IT.  (Save for Dragon Dad, we don’t know his opinion on the matter but considering he’s been quiet...eeehh maybe?)

[sintheyokai]

Me, making a whole ass gif for LBMR week? It’s more likely than you think

Day 5 for the @laytonbrothersbirthdaybash was Comeback, and so obviously I made a sfducking thing for my lbmr AU (TWICE DAMMIT CAUSE I HAVE ONE FOR DAY 7 TOO) because you can pry this motherfucker from my cold, dead hands.

Listen, it was just too perfect- in this AU, Lucy also has DID and a very dark backstory cause i’m angsty like that, and in the first two main stories of my series here, both of these personalities make a comeback into our favorite detective constable’s life. Now! On to the gif!!

Lots of CW here under the cut: Excessive amounts of blood and bruises, nudity (NOT COMPLETELY THE ONE IS WEARING A BRA PLEASE TUMBLR DON’T SNIPE ME OUTTA THE SKY), weapon imagery, water (i figured i’d let people who are afraid know)

praying to the tumblr gods to not fuck up the quality

and here is the full, non-GIFed image:

I had a lot of fun with this and even though it’s very personally self indulgent I love this so much.

[borisbubbles]

Character analysis: Vivienne de Fer (Dragon Age Inquisition)

So, if you’ve wondered where I popped off to the past two months or so, I’m going to give you an answer - I finally bought Dragon Age Inquisition (legit on my gaming wishlist since its 2014 release) and I’ve been obsessed with it ever since. 

The main draw to this game however, isn’t so much the gameplay (if you want a game that feels similar but has better gameplay - Assassin’s Creed Odyssey is what you’d want instead), but the storytelling and particularly the character development are top notch. All nine companions are fascinating and fleshed out in such a realistic manner I’m still gasping in awe on my fifth playthrough.  Thus, a post on it is in order. It’s a bit different from my usual content, but don’t let that discourage you - clearing my head from Dragon Age will allow me to let Eurovision back in and continue my unfinished 2020 ranking.  In this post, I will be analyzing one of DAI’s most interesting characters - none other than Madame de Fer herself, Vivienne.  Now, I’m under the impression that this is a rather unpopular opinion but I absolutely love Vivienne. And no, I won’t apologize for it. As a Templar-thumping elitist with a icy, sardonic demeanor the sheer ‘Idea Of A Vivienne’ is meant to make your head spin. Dragon Age has always been a franchise in which mages are a socially surpressed group and to be confronted with a socially confident enchantress who likes Templars and seemingly supports the social shunning out of her own ambition is the walking embodiment of flippancy. 

and yet, I feel a lot of sympathy for Vivienne. 

Yes, she’s a bitch. She knows she’s one and she’s a-ok with it. I won’t argue with that. Sadly, the “Vivienne is a bitch” rhetoric also drastically sells her short. Vivienne is highly complex and her real personality is as tragic as it is twisted. 

Madame de Fer

So let’s start with what we are shown on the surface. Vivienne is a high-ranking courtier from an empire notable for its deadly, acid-laced political game. She seemingly joins the Inquisition for personal gain, to acrue reputation and power, and eventually be elected Divine (= female pope) at the end of the game. She presents herself as a despicable blend of Real Housewife, Disney Villain, and Tory Politician, all rolled into one ball of sickening, unctuous smarm. Worse, the Inquisitor has no way to rebuke Vivienne’s absurd policies and ideas. You can’t argue with her, convince her to listen to your differing viewpoints or even kick her out the Inquisition. She has a way with words where she can twist arguments around in such a fashion that she lands on top and makes the other person look like the irrational party.

“Thus speaks the Inquisitor who has made so many mature and level-headed choices so far. Such as releasion malcontents upon the population without safeguards to protect them should they turn into abominations. Very wise. I rearranged some furniture. Lives aren’t thrown into jeopardy by my actions. Perhaps a little perspective is needed.”

She’s Cersei Lannister on creatine, Dolores Umbridge on motherfucking roids. If you look at merely the surface, then yes, Vivienne looks like the worst person ever created. I love a good anti-villainess however, and she’s definitely one. 

Yet, she never actually does anything ‘evil’? Yes, she is ‘a tyrant’ as a Divine, but 1) the person saying this is Cassandra, whose dislike for mage freedom is only matched by her dislike of being sidelined 2) Divine Vivienne isn’t bad to mages either? (hold that thought, I’ll get to it). She never actually sabotages the Inquisition, no matter how low her approval with the Inquisitor gets. She never attempts to stop them, no matter how annoyed she is. She’s one of the most brutally honest companions in the cast, in fact. (It always surprises me people call her a ‘hypocrite’ - you keep using that word and it doesn’t mean what you think it means.) The ‘worst’ display of character is when she attempts to break up Sera and the Inquisitor and even then - are we going to pretend Sera isn’t a toxic, controlling girlfriend with a huge chip on her shoulder? I love Sera, but come on.  

Vivienne is a character where the storytelling rule of Show, Don’t Tell is of vital importance. The Orlesian empire is an empire built around posturing and reputation. Nobody really shows their true motivations or character, and instead builds a public façade. It’s like how the Hanar (the Jellyfish people) in Mass Effect have a Public name they use in day-to-day life, and a Personal Name for their loved-ones and inner circle. Vivienne’s ‘Public Visage’ is that of Madame de Fer - this is the Vivienne who openly relishes in power, publicly humiliates grasping anklebiters with passive-aggressive retorts, the woman who is feared and loathed by all of Orlais, and this is the Face you see for most of the game.

The real beauty of Vivienne’s character and the reason why I love her as much as I do (which is to say - a LOT) are the few moments when - what’s the phrase DigitalSpy love so much - Her Mask Slips, and you get a glimpse of the real woman underneath the hennin.

This is the Vivienne who stands by you during the Siege of Haven and approves of you when you save the villagers from Corypheus’s horde.

This is the Vivienne who comforts you when you lament the losses you suffered.

This is the Vivienne who admires you for setting an example as a mage for the rest of Thedas.

This is the Vivienne who worries about Cole’s well-being during his personal quest, momentarily forgetting who or what he is. 

This is the Vivienne who, when her approval for the Inquisitor reaches rock bottom, desperately reminds him of the suffering mages go through on a day-to-day basis because of the fear and hatred non-mages are bred to feel towards them and how this can spiral into more bloodshed without safeguards. 

This is the Vivienne who shows how deep her affection for Bastien de Ghislain truly is, by bringing you along during his dying moments. I love this scene btw. This is the only moment in the entire game where Vivienne is actually herself in the presence of the Inquisitor - needless to say, I consider anyone who deliberately spikes her potion a motherfucking psychopath ^_^)

“There is nothing here now” fuck I *almost* cried at Vivienne, get out of my head BioWare, this is WRONG -- people who delude themselves this is an irredeemable character. 

So, who is Vivienne really?

Understanding Vivienne requires recognizing that the mask and the real woman aren’t the same person. I think her relationship with Dorian is the prime example of this. I love the Vivienne/Dorian banter train, obviously - an unstoppable force of sass colliding with an unmovable wall of smarm is nothing short of a spectacle. However, there’s more to it than their highly entertaining snipes. As the incredibly gifted son of a magister, Dorian represents everything Vivienne should despise, and should be a natural enemy to her. And yet, she doesn’t and he isn’t.. Their gilded japes at each other are nothing more than verbal sparring, not dissimilar to how Krem and Iron Bull call each other names when they beat each other with sticks. In what I think is one of the most brilliantly written interactions between characters in DAI, I present Vivienne’s reaction when the Inquisitor enters a romance with Dorian:

Vivienne: I received a letter the other day, Dorian. Dorian: Truly? It's nice to know you have friends. 🙄 Vivienne: It was from an acquaintance in Tevinter expressing his shock at the disturbing rumors about your... relationship with the Inquisitor. Dorian: Rumors you were only too happy to verify, I assume. 🙃 Vivienne: I informed him the only disturbing thing in evidence was his penmanship. 🙂 Dorian: ...Oh. Thank you. 😳 Vivienne: I am not so quick to judge, darling. See that you give me no reason to feel otherwise.

Madame de Fer can never be seen directly expressing approval to a relationship between the Herald of Andraste and an ‘Evil’ Tevinter ’Magister’. By this subtle, subtle conversation, Vivienne indirectly tells Dorian that she considers him a good match for the Inquisitor and approves of the romance. It’s one of those reasons why I could never truly dislike Vivienne - between the layers of elegant poison lies a somewhat decent woman who never loses sight of the bigger picture. Not a good person maybe, but not one without some redeeming qualities.

The crux of Vivienne’s personality is that she, like all DAI companions, is a social outcast. She’s a mage in a fantasy setting where mages are psionically linked to demons, and grew up in a country where the majority religion has openly advocated the shunning and leashing of mages (’Magic exists to serve man’ - the Chantry is so, so vile in this game.). Vivienne’s “gift” was discovered so early in her life that she can barely remember her parents. Vivienne grew up in a squalid boarding school, learning from a young age that she’s dangerous and her talents need to be tamed and curbed. She is also terrified of demons, as her banters with Cole point out:

Cole: You're afraid. You don't have to be. Vivienne: My dear Inquisitor, please restrain your pet demon. I do not want it addressing me. Inquisitor: He's not doing any harm, Vivienne. Vivienne: It's a demon, darling. All it can do is harm. Cole: Everything bright, roar of anger as the demon rears. No, I will not fall. No one will control me ever again. Cole: Flash of white as the world comes back. Shaking, hollow, Harrowed, but smiling at templars to show them I'm me. Cole: I am not like that. I can protect you. If Templars come for you, I will kill them. Vivienne: Delightful. 😑

Vivienne’s Harrowing is implied to have been such a traumatizing event to her that she’s developed a pavlovian fear of demons ever since. (Hence her hostility towards Cole.). Vivienne is fully aware of the inherent dangers of magic, and projects this onto all other mages. 

Besides, given how Dragon Age has a history with mages doing all sorts of fucked up shit, ranging from blood magic, murder, demonic possession and actual terrorism (yes, *ElthinaBITCH* had it coming, but let’s not pretend like Anders/Justice was anything other than a terrorist), Vivienne’s policies of controlled monitoring and vigilance are actually significantly more sensible than the options of ‘unconditionally freeing every mage all over Thedas’ and ‘reverting back to the status quo before the rebellion’. They’re flawed policies, obviously. When Vivienne says “mages” she pictures faceless silhouettes foremost and not herself. Regardless, unlike Cassandra and Leliana, Vivienne is aware of the fear others harbour for her kind, and how hard it is to overcome such perceptions.  

Additionally, Vivienne’s a foreigner. She is an ethnic Rivaini, a culture associated with smugglers and pirates (Isabela from DAO and DA2 is half-Rivaini). This adds an additional social stigma, again pointed out by Cole:

Cole: Stepping into the parlor, hem of my gown snagged, no, adjust before I go in, must look perfect. Vivienne: My dear, your pet is speaking again. Do silence it. Cole: Voices inside. Marquis Alphonse. Cole: "I do hope Duke Bastien puts out the lights before he touches her. But then, she must disappear in the dark." Cole: Gown tight between my fingers, cold all over. Unacceptable. Wheels turn, strings pull. Cole: He hurt you. You left a letter, let out a lie so he would do something foolish against the Inquisition. A trap. Vivienne: Inquisitor, as your demon lacks manners, perhaps you could get Solas to train it.

This is the only palpable example of the casual racism Vivienne has to endure on a daily basis - Marquis Alphonse is a stupid, bigoted pillowhead who sucks at The Game, but remember - Vivienne only kills him if the Inquisitor decides to be a butthurt thug. She is aware that for every Alphonse, there are dozens of greasy sycophants who think exactly like he does, and will keep it under wraps just to remain in her good graces. 

Finally, there’s the social position Vivienne manufactured for herself, which is the weak point towards her character imo. Remember, this woman is a commoner by birth. She doesn’t even have a surname. Through apparently sheer dumb luck (or satanic intervention) she basically fell into the position of Personal Mage to the Duke of Ghislain. Regardless, ‘Personal mages’ were the rage in Orlesian nobility, and the prestigious families owned by them like one may own a pet or personal property. By somehow becoming Bastien de Ghislain’s mistress and using his influence, "Madame de Fer” liberated herself from all the social stigmata which should have pinned her down into a lowly courtier rank and turned the largely ceremonial office of “Court Enchanter” into a position of respect and power. This is huge move towards mage emancipation by the way, in a society where, again, Mages are feared and shunned and are constantly bullied, emasculated and taught to hate their talents. Vivienne is a shining example of what mages can become at the height of their power. Power she has, mind you, never actually abused before her Divine election. Vivienne’s actions will forever be under scrutiny not because of who she is, but because of what she is. The Grand Game can spit her out at any moment, which will likely result in her death. 

Inquisitor: “You seem to be enjoying yourself, Vivienne?” Vivienne: “It’s The Game, darling. If I didn’t enjoy it, I’d be dead by now.”

Whether Vivienne was using Bastien for her own gain or whether she truly loved him isn’t a case of or/or. It’s a case of and/and. The perception that she was using Bastien makes Vivienne more fearsome and improves her position in the Grand Game, but deep down, I have no doubts truly loved him. Remember, Vivienne’s position at the Orlesian court was secure. She had nothing to gain by saving Bastien’s life, but she attempted to anyway. That Bastien’s sister is a High Cleric doesn’t matter - Vivienne can be elected Divine regardless of her personal quest’s resolution. She loved him, period. 

No, I don’t think Vivienne is a good person. She treats those she deems beneath her poorly, like Sera, Solas, Cole and Blackwall (characters I like less than Vivienne), which I think is the #1 indicator for a Bad Personality. But I don’t think she qualifies as ‘Evil’ either and I refuse to dismiss the beautiful layering of her character. I genuinely believe Vivienne joined the Inquisition not just for her personal gain, but also out of idealism, similar to Dorian (again, Cole is 100% correct in pointing out the similarities between Dorian’s and Vivienne’s motivations for joining, as discomforting it is to her). 

In her mind, Vivienne sees herself as the only person who can emancipate the mages without bloodshed - her personal accomplishments at the Orlesian court speak for themselves. Vivienne isn’t opposed to mage freedom - she worries for the consequences of radical change, as she believes Orlesian society unprepared for the consequences. Hence why she’s perfectly fine with a Divine Cassandra. Hence why her fellow mages immediately elect her Grand Enchanter of the new Circle. 

Hence why Vivienne is so terrified by the Inquisitor’s actions if her disapproval gets too low. The Inquisitor has the power to completely destroy everything she has built and fought for during her lifetime. Remember: Vivienne’s biggest fear is irrelevance - there’s no greater irrelevance than having your life achievements reverse-engineered by the accidental stumbling of some upstart nobody. This is the real reason why she joins, risks her life and gets her hands dirty - the only person whose competence Vivienne trusts, is Vivienne’s own. 

Even as Divine Victoria, I’d say she’s not bad, at all actually. Vivienne has the trappings of an an Enlightened Despot, maintaining full control, while simultaneously granting mages more responsibility and freedom, slowly laying the foundations to make mages more accepted and less persecuted in southern Thedas. Given that Ferelden is a feudal fiefdom and Orlais is an absolute monarchy, this is a fucking improvement are you kidding me. (Wait did he just imply Vivienne is secretly the best Divine - hmm, probably not because Cass/Leliana have better epilogues - but realistically speaking, yes, Viv should be the best Divine and it’s bullshit that the story disagrees.) 

Underneath the countless layers of smarm, frost and seeming callousness, lies a fiercely intelligent and brave woman, whose ideals have been twisted into perversion by the cruel, ungrateful world around her. Envy her for her ability to control her destiny, but know that envy is what it is.  

The flaw in Vivienne’s character isn’t so much the ‘tyranny’ or the ‘bitchiness’ or the 'smarm’. Her flaw is her false belief that she is what the mages need the most. Her belief that her competence gives her the prerogative to serve the unwashed mage masses... by ruling over them. For all intents and purposes, Vivienne is an Orlesian Magister and this will forever be the brilliant tragedy of her character. She was created by a corrupt institution that should, by all accounts fear and loathe her but instead embraced her. It’s that delirious irony that makes Vivienne de Fer one of the best fictional characters in RPG history.  the next post will be Eurovision-related. :-) 

[piedpiperslists]

Jungkook One Shots (V)

* s - contains smut

Let's Play: Dirty by @jungkxook s wc~10k / enemies to lovers, roommates au Summary: On today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming Jeon Jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on Overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! To make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. Use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that Jungkook has something to feel better about!

Pour Up by @jungkxook s wc~14k / ft KTH, fuckboy!Jungkook, fuckboy!Taehyung, PWP Summary: Sleeping with both notorious frat boys Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

“I can tell you’re stressed, let me fix that.” by @solarwonux s wc~3.2k / roommates au, PWP

Lemon Sherbet by @extravaguk s wc~15k / tattoo & piercing artist!Jungkook, ex high school classmates Summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

Sweets&Ink by @extravaguk s wc~5k / tattoo artist!Jungkook, baker!reader, strangers to lovers Summary: Jungkook was everything you feared but exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Lonely Hearts Club by @dovechim s wc~11k / enemies to lovers Summary: Jeon Jeongguk has annoying little brother energy™. You know this deep in your bones. Wedding after wedding, you keep running into him at the goddamn singles’ table, and he just won’t leave you alone. Until you start to wonder… is he your ticket out of the lonely hearts club?

The Love Project by @gukyi wc~12k / friends to lovers, college au Summary: From running to McDonald’s at 3am after a Halloween party where the two of you dressed up as the Teletubbies to timing how long it takes for him to drink a cup of monster mixed with mountain dew and iced coffee and then do fifty push-ups, you’re used to your best friend Jungkook asking you to do all sorts of crazy things. But, of all the shit the two of you do, letting him follow you around for a week with a camera and take candid photos of you for a photography assignment might just be the craziest of them all.

Are You Going to Stay? by @hollyhomburg s wc~6.4k / old friends to lovers, idol au Summary: It’s been a year since he last saw you, and every day he misses you more. It was only a matter of time until he turned up at your door asking for another chance.

Heartbreak Trials by @dreamyjoons s wc~13.8k / roommates au Summary: It all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

Extra Cheese, Please! by @vankoya wc~9.5k / friends to lovers, roommates au Summary: Jeongguk dislikes three things: 1. Having his Overwatch marathon nights interrupted, 2. Dealing with drunk people while he is sober, and 3. Cheesy ramyeon. His best friend slash housemate slash insufferable crush is the drunk girl with an incessant craving for super cheesy ramyeon who interrupts his Overwatch marathon night, and ultimately proves that the aforementioned meal looks just as gross coming up than it does when it is first in the bowl. Luckily, there is always a silver lining. Even in the worst of situations.