#so taking the reins it is

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than wheat

You're more amazing than job applications

[graveyardgremlins]

WIP:

“You have a bat themed computer?! This is somehow worse than my dad naming everything after our family.” “Wait, does he actually do that?” “Yeah, dude. We have the Fenton Bazooka, the Fenton Boo-merang, the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, the Fenton Phones, Fenton Rocket, Fenton Skateboard…” “Wait, wait. You own an assault vehicle? A rocket?” “What? You're saying it as if you don't.” “Yeah, but my… He is Batman. Not exactly the poster boy for sanity, you know?” “Well, look at the bright side! You don't have to feel awkward about it anymore. If anyone gets it, it's me.” Jason smiled, a bit dizzy, and guided him. Jason had never brought anyone to the cave before. It felt oddly heavy in his chest. He had to resist the urge to keep turning around to check on Danny. He felt a bit like Orpheus in a way.

[sils-current-hyperfixations]

HEAR ME OUT JAYVIK NATION

Jayce spends weeks working up the courage to make the first move, and Viktor takes the lead after realizing Jayce likes him

(Jayce never has to make a move again)

[a-stars-art-blog]

Finished the wips from yesterday

[idontmindifuforgetme]

I was gonna go on a WHOLE rant ab how the boy I’m talking to is not making plans……. And then he texted me that he wants to see me

[fisheito]

collab #2 with @xenole i was given a chibi yakumo and i.. i...... turned it into thiS

[avampyone]

Scholarly self-indulgence~

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

if dragon age is mine now or whatever i'm electing myself president of the Thedas Ecological Society. i'm going to Fix Her

[teeth--king]

Social anxiety 👍

Was going to do more but my brain has left the facility

[darthkote]

need tech here to tell me what the fuck to do

[soulless-bex]

i read a lot of pjo x hp crossovers where the demigods we’re familiar with, typically the seven and co, go to hogwarts that i’ve been blinded to other possibilities

like, let’s say, demigod hermione granger (child of athena, duh) who religiously goes to camp every summer since she found out she was a demigod. let’s also say she misses a whole year at hogwarts to help with the two wars. and then she come back after a year of being missing for all intents and purposes, with the trauma of a war veteran and pissed off beyond comprehension that there’s a third war she needs to go through

[ra-vio]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[shiraishi--kanade]

I've heard some people say that VBS treated An badly during the LUTF fight and they should have stood up for her more and like... At the surface level I do understand where they're coming from. But I think a lot of it is actually the opposite; they love An and know her well enough to know that while she might not realise it in the state that she is, backing out from that fight would have injured her pride like nothing else would.

They had no intention to leaving her behind (and it's pretty obvious in the text), but even beyond that, An was part of the team and she understood, subconsciously, that they needed this fight, as a team. If anything, I don't think An would forgive them if they did prioritise her feelings over what had to be done & gave up on their only chance to battle Taiga.

[valdotjpg]

literally not kidding i feel like 'it's over' by jt music should be like . a required watch for anyone who gets into mw

[aces-to-apples]

Frankly I think Alistair being mildly shitty to that mage in Ostagar seems pretty in-character for the guy he is before the massive, life-altering trauma that is the Ostagar massacre wherein he sees all of his Grey Warden comrades, his beloved mentor/father figure, and his beloathed half-brother/convenient-target-of-projection absolutely torn to shreds by literal Thedas boogeymen. IIRC Morrigan and Flemeth both comment on his wack behavior after Ostagar and then by the time we get to Lothering Alistair just fully surrenders any and all responsibility (and, frankly, agency) to the player's Warden for the foreseeable future. It can then take anywhere from a couple IRL hours to the entire second act of the game for him to retake almost any amount of it back. And depending on the player's choices in dialogue, and especially whether or not they choose to romance him, we may only see flashes of that guy we met at Ostagar before he potentially morphs into almost someone else entirely (hardened!King!Alistair). All that to say, I don't actually think it's a useful criticism of "characterization" to bring up Alistair's glibness as compared to his behavior in the majority of the game because from where I'm standing (looking directly at his snottiness about Cailan, his complaints about being assigned to the Tower of Ishal, his Templar-esque focusing on Morrigan and Flemeth being apostates, his generally pretty brusque manner with the Warden recruits) it seems fairly in-line with the rest of his behavior at Ostagar.

[ulircursed]

Andrei's eyes open, blinking away the haze of sleep as he turns towards the door. The length of the flickering candle on the wall telling him it's nearly morning, but not quite. It's not a nightmare that had woken him, so what could—

Crack.

All thoughts of sleep immediately flees him as his gaze whips to the basket sitting on the bedside table, at the egg laying atop the furs lining the basket.

The egg that now has a sizeable crack lining its width, almost like a split grin.

As Andrei watches, there is another soft crack, the grin widening a sliver as the occupant of the egg moves within the shell. He sinks to the floor by the bed, eyes level with the basket, and stays in that position, observing the process.

It takes longer than he expects, the slight movement every few seconds punctuated by stretches of silence in between. Fingers hover over the egg hesitantly, before withdrawing. All birds must hatch by their own power, isn't that right?

After an achingly long time, it finally tumbles out of the shell altogether in one motion, a tiny, bright pink little thing with a sparse covering of yellow feathers and pieces of broken eggshell stuck to its body. In the candlelight, he could just make out a pair of wings, a beak, a pair of eyes, tightly shut.

"...Cranberry," Andrei breathes, the name suddenly all too fitting for the newborn.

Then, a high-pitched squeal from the hatchling sends him immediately to his feet, and Andrei, basket in hand, is out of the door and heading towards the tunnel that leads out of the Abyss before any of the others in the dormitory could wake. The thought that he now had, not an egg, but a real, live, very small and vulnerable bird on his hands just now dawning in his mind.

He needs to go find Naesala immediately.

Congratulations! The egg has hatched!