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[heartsdefine]

i think i'm gonna go home early. i just do not feel good today.

[demonio-fleurs]

the koala bday fic is at 4k words lol

[seashanties]

( sol )

look ..... im starting to wanna color my icons -

[cozylittleartblog]

cool news!! i will be at anime central (ACEN) here in Chicago may 17th ~ 19th, in the artist alley. fitting that my first convention is also now my first artist alley

[raitrolling]

jadebloods, except i force myself to keep my sketches loose and making no corrections + no copyflipping eyes

[vipier]

tristan patel is so genuinely awful that i'm never sure if i'm more grateful that y'all want to write dynamics with him or if i'm actually concerned like are y'all okay

[damistrolls]

I MISSED QUIJON'S BIRTHDAY AH

IT WAS THE 2ND

[scvcnofswords]

❛ come to me. ❜ from mythal to Reginleit || @mercysought

It had been a calculated risk, when Regin had made up her mind to drink of the Well of Sorrows. Brilliant and reckless, Regin has always been both, but this had been a moment where she'd weighed the costs and benefits- and for the first time, refused the counsel of her heart.

Regin liked Morrigan fine; for the most part, although there was the prickle of indignation in her bones for the witch's condescension and self-aggrandizing. She was brave, with a good heart, and the love she bore her son was as deep as the sea.

But the Dalish- the remnants of Elvhenan and Arlathan, the ghosts of the Dales whether they wander the wilds or lay down roots within cities... Had lost too much to humans, and it was yet another. She didn't entirely trust Morrigan to share anything it granted, whether it be the language she had fragments of whilst clawing, ever digging, desperate to find more, to know more, to understand.

To find truth, even when that truth was hard and ugly.

So she'd drank from the Well; fully understanding why there was so much panic in Solas' eyes, and praying he can understand the apology, can understand why she'd made this choice. But things had played out as they had.

A murdered goddess' geas. It's a deadline in the same way the Anchor was, a ticking clock over her life and her freedom, though in a different way. The Anchor had stolen her from herself, hurtling her to the figurehead of a faith used to break her people, somehow both less and more of a person to everyone who saw her. The Inquisitor, the Herald; never Regin. And that was without even considering how the thing was slowly killing her.

The geas was a threat of losing herself in an entirely different way, will and identity lost to a mage so powerful she'd been worshipped as a god. True, Mythal had been killed; but beings as powerful as she...

Regin wondered, if such people could ever truly die and stay dead.

Her own power, not an insubstantial thing, had burgeoned, blooming from the Well's knowledge and energy, from the knowledge and resources she's hunted down and studied over too many sleepless nights through her time in the Inquisition; and yet she cannot wrap her mind entirely around the truth of the 'Creators'. The Evanuris. The sheer power, and the scope of it. Creation, destruction, knowledge intertwined and undeniable.

Another thing to lose sleep over.

So she commits everything she learns to ink and parchment; passes it on to those who know how to get them into the correct hands. The knowledge, the power of it- Regin has somehow become more powerful than she'd ever been, and yet at the same time, more vulnerable, more unstable in her position and her own safety.

But her own safety has almost never been one of her priorities. The truth was. Knowledge was. Protecting those that needed her; and those she loved was.

Which is why when that voice whispers in her mind and outside of it in the same moment, when Mythal's gaze finds her in the Crossroads, she doesn't panic, even as she fights the compulsion, as her body turns towards Mythal without her permission, without her decision. Rage and fear both war in her head, a collision of storm fronts, a twisted up cyclone of resignation and defiance, shock and awe alongside indignation and fear. Regin closes her eyes, golden-green gaze hidden from the brilliant gold of the All-mother, justice and vengeance intertwined.

All of the Evanuris were monsters, Regin's memory recalls, as she comes to a halt before the woman with dragon's eyes, biting her tongue so hard she tastes blood. "- Mythal," she says, voice wrenched from her throat, a word she'd not meant to speak, but was helpless not to.

The least terrible of them, according to some, but still one of those ancient powers, one of those who had placed herself at the pinnacle of power.

What a strange thing it is; for there's respect there, truly. Regin cannot and would not deny it. Mythal was a woman who had shaped the ages in so many ways more than even just as one of the eldest and most powerful of her people. Nudging and twisting through tale and history like smoke, lining up dominos for the perfect moment, setting up the endgame of a chess match with which no one could keep up. But the revulsion wars with it, the unease, the anger that feels older than she is.

But she's not a fool, and to let that anger loose; she may as well tie the noose herself, to do such a thing.

Finally, she opens her eyes again, and meets that of the once-spirit, throat gone tight. "- What do you want from me?"

[hotelbitches]

also! if i take a while to reply to things, please be forgiving! i have 23 drafts and 25 asks currently. that's not even mentioning the things i have going on discord, too. i am a sloooooow writer when i'm not fixated on a specific character. and i have other shit going on, too. i may seem like i reply to some things really fast, but that's not the reality for everything i am capable of.

[vipier-a]

I intended to do things yesterday but forgot I agreed to babysit my tiny toddler nephew all day and then didn’t realize how quickly I was coming down with something until I got home last night but this morning I’m definitely ill and a little loopy from cold medicine and this sickness messing with my head. not blowing anyone off I swear, just trying to get to drafts and messages as I’m able to and wishing everyone else a better start to the week!

[beforecreation]

do you hate mortals

"It'd be easy to think that, wouldn't it? It's a natural assumption, after all, a destroyer's job involves removing mortals that are deemed a detriment. It's certainly not a job for those with a bleeding heart. Mortals can be cruel, vain, and capable of an endless amount of detriment to the very planets they occupy, if not to the entire universe... But deities can be just as bad, if not worse than the mortals they preside over. It's quite peculiar, is it not?"

"I have no contempt for mortals, the most invigorating moments of my life were all a result of actions made by mortals. Rest assured, my hate is reserved for individuals."

[thanflowers]

not me realizing 15 yrs late that bryce calls cousland "pup" because he married the sea wolf......

[heartsdefine]

@wayan9an (hale) — rook starter call / accepting!

        “one war ends, another begins. there is always someone fighting someone somewhere.”

[pixlokita]

HELLO!! Thank you again for the Ballpit AU!!!

So I got the Into the Pit audiobook last week (I forgot to cancel my audible subscription for like.... months and needed to burn my credits somewhere fun LOL). And I wouldn't call myself a fnaf lore expert lol. But it got me randomly thinking. If the ball pit in Jeff's Pizza could time travel because -mumblemumble- Agony and Remnant reasons or something -mumblemumble- then the ball pit in the Pizzaplex probably had the same kind of thing where it absorbed all that stuff over the years? Perhaps the two ball pits in your AU that exist at different times are one and the same?

I could definitely see Fazbear entertainment in Pizzeria Sim finding the original Fredbear's ball pit after like 30 years and going, "Yeah, we can give this thing to that new guy with the bear head. His pizzeria won't last a week anyway."

And when that pizzeria burns down and they build the Pizzaplex on top of it, some OTHER pizzaplex employees find that thing hidden away and say to themselves, "We can't waste this money-saving resource! Find a good place for the 40-50 year old disgusting unwashed ball pit in this Pizzaplex immediately!!!"

...And that kids, is one possible recipe for your very own time traveling ball pit....??

But also this is fnaf. Nothing really needs a recipe, I personally am a fan of answering lore questions with, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ "uhh-uhh!"

Anyway thanks for being awesome!! You are an inspiration to a fellow long comic project writer heehee

-crying because I love this idea and you can consider it canon in my au now- HAVSJSBKSBD DUDE AAAA LOVE IT do you think Michael recognized it 😭 he just got it in pizzeria simulator and was like 🧍‍♂️ okay helpy you can have this one…

It’s full of remnant and agony and colorful plastic orbs :’> and maybe some Easter eggs at the bottom and time travel magic =w= but very old and gross 👌

[agentinred]

“I hadn’t lifted my face to the sky in so many years that I almost forgot it was there,” Carmen murmured, her voice carrying the weight of a hidden melancholy. It was as if the sigh that trembled at the edge of her lips had been her only companion in a solitude that stretched beyond memory. Simultaneously, her hands clung to the garden hoe in front of her, dragging it through the dark, fertile soil with renewed vigor.

Starter | @fragmentmemories | Xochi

[raitrolling]

tira's fashion sense outside of his team gear is very bold and brash, as he loves bright patterns and all-over-print graphic tees and streetwear / hypebeast brands, and is a big fan of combining those clothes with a good statement jacket or some ridiculous sunglasses. you just know that every time he's visiting east alternia he's picking up a new sukajan jacket. he's got other bomber jackets with arcade floor pattern inner lining and accents, as well as 90s ski jackets or other stuff that's immediately going to turn heads

he also collects snapbacks and seems to have a different one every time he's been photographed in casual wear, but i hate drawing caps so you will just have to trust me on that LMAO