#they are matching ur honor

[alabyte]

Spooky twins spooky twins spooky twins

Happy spooky month everyone

[piratefishmama]

Steddie's daughter packing a couple of her barbies into Eddie's luggage one time just before he was set to go on a short tour because she didn't want him to feel lonely while away from home

and so Eddie sends Steve pictures like this captioned "we gettin craaaaaaaazy in the bus tonight!"

[forgetmesoup]

They all live together and Matthias is alive and everyone is friends and they are happy

[purplew]

tHIS IS THE LEVEL OF UNHINGED IM HERE FOR

[rouge-the-bat]

oh my god the designs on their clothes literally match... 🦊🌈🐲

[vesseldraws]

Bugs

[sotc]

IT'S JOEVER.

I BEAT ORIGINS. my heart is so full and i have so many feelings but ahhh I loved it SOOO MUCHHHH!!! Honestly surprised with how quickly I attached to my Warden and her story, all the companions are SO SO great. 10/10 best dragon age game by far.

I really enjoyed leaving Milana and Alistair to very much caring for each other after everything was said and done despite the unrequited romance. 😭💗 My heart is so full about those two being such such good friends. And I especially love that Morrigan and her became so close like sisters in the end too. Live well, my friend. Live gloriously. BABY GIRL I LOVE YOUUUUU. Special kiss to the wind for SHALE. Honestly the best person Milana loves to be snarky with fr. lol. NOW ONTO ZEVANA....

Just before the big battle with the Archdemon and I was exploring a few options and I personally headcanon it's a combination of these two scenes that Milana and Zevran share. Milana worried to put him in danger of the Archdemon only for him to tease and insist to come with her before she relents/agrees and finally admits that she loves him. There's something so profound in him not saying it back and yet equally so with Milana saying it to him. She doesn't even need to hear it back in this moment. She knows what he feels mirrors her own; he would choose to be by her side at the end in a shared suicide mission than not at all. That alone is her courage, her strength, her resolve. And Zevran knows it love despite himself but how fucking painful and scary is it to hear those three words in the face of uncertain death? When the last time he heard those three words from Rinna he had damned her and himself? To recognize once more his heart has been touched so irrevocably? He may be grateful fate has brought them together but the circumstances of it all are so, so cruel. Fate is a tricky whore!!!!! What a lovely and incredibly intimate character moment for the both of them. Ugh <33

... BUT ANYWAYS THEN THEY BOTH LIVED YAYYY!!!

MY FUCKIN BABIESSSSSS. SOBS. JUST-- RUN AND JUMPS INTO THAT MANS ARMS AND SMORCHES TF OUT OF HIMMMM. If only to slap his shoulder and roll her eyes when he teases her at the end there LOL. Sooooo... now to play Awakening and all the other dlcs I have yet to do? :)

[ookamihanta]

erm starting the new year with this 3am doodle of some fun outfits for ruby and weiss if i sorta mismashed all my favorite aspects of their outfits together into one

[oopsimbug]

for those of you still confused…

it’s obviously art > patrick.

those of you who oppose are obviously in denial. however, i have the utmost respect for those in the both camp because, in all fairness…

why not BOAF?

[loonarmuunar]

“Kai wasn’t allowed to ever let Sara see or know him” ok but have u considered

[brokenhardies]

Foolsuke AU - Hamburgulars Part 2

Emperor Akira Kurusu

High Priestess Goro Akechi Yoshida

Hermit Ryuji Sakamoto Ohya

Empress Ann Takamaki

Justice Haru Okumura

[kozzax]

callie is suchhhhh a cutie patootie look at them look at how CUTE THEY AREEEEE

[19calicos]

day 2 of stupid 9 hour training where i will be gone all day and the only thing thats motivating me to get thru it is trauma bonding with my coworkers and surviving long enough to drop street style oikawa gc intros

[cagcd]

THEY'RE SO ------ @blxdc

[rebellicnrising]

WHO: kaleb ripley & dante @riiseandfall WHERE: a hallway near the training room WHEN: after the tribute interviews

he's not sure how he ended up here. at some point after max had left- ( or had he left max? truthfully, he doesn't remember )- kaleb had left that corner booth, waving off more of those insistent voices that demanded to withdraw their bets ( tomorrow, tomorrow-- i'll get with you tomorrow-- ) and slipped deeper into the tribute training center, hands in his pockets and his thoughts racing. it takes him a moment to realize what this places is- another hallway that circles above the training center, doubling as an observation deck- and his steps slow to a stop, turning to approach the windows that looked down into the large gymnasium-- the equipment, the training dummies, the weapons.

( it's all falling apart. ) before the games were said and done, he would lose every cent he'd made if things kept up as they were-- even now, he knows that if he were to check his messages, there'd be dozens upon dozens of notifications full of people wanting to withdraw their bets, voicing their own pieces of that outcry from the interviews. he should've told each and every last one of them no-- told them that they knew the rules, bets could not be withdrawn past the gamemakers scores being released, like he inevitably had to tell at least one asshole every fucking year; but this year wasn't like any other year. hell, even he can't condone what the games have brought this year-- and he's too tired to argue.

it's the only way he can think to describe it: tired. this bone deep ( sadness ) weariness that drags at him, weighing him down even as he stands there overlooking that training equipment. that heaviness in his chest that ached with loss-- the loss of business, loss of his mother ( no-- no, we're not feeling that here ) and the loss of -- ( don't. ) his own voice speaks the warning in his mind, trying to fight against how that ache in his heavy chest twinges, unable to stop the memory of the rose garden and purple glittering around wild blue eyes. ( i don't care what sort of monster you think you are or what you might become because of it because i'll love you in spite of it. -- you’ll love me? …you can’t. you shouldn’t—we have a rule-- ) it's a physical pain that shoots through his chest and hands reach for that railing that lines the overlooking windows, gripping tightly as his jaw clenches- fighting to keep his expression flat- and mind echoing with those four words; how the moment they were spoken, the rug had been pulled out from under his feet.

we have a rule-- -- he never expected he would be the one to break it. it had been a joke once upon a time- a ground rule established while they came down, sweaty and panting, limbs heavy with euphoria; he'd laughed when dante had said it-- kaleb ripley fall in love? make himself vulnerable and give another person power over him in such a way? it was fucking laughable-- goddamn preposterous. he hadn't fallen in love; love had crept quietly into his heart, climbing vines up his spine and twisting around his ribs before slipping silently into his heart and covering it from the inside out. love that bloomed when dante smiled, when he laughed. it had been so quiet, he hadn't realized it at first and tried to ignore it- to deny it-- only to have it slip from his mouth unbidden ( i'll love you in spite of it ), exposing just how deeply dante had rooted himself in kaleb's chest. the door to his heart had flung open without thought- ( i'll love you in spite of it-- the door is open, to welcome you home-- ) leaving him open and exposed and--

we have a rule -- -- and it had been this sharp reminder; that's not what this was, what was between them. he could lie to himself all he wanted but when it boiled down to it, it was a business transaction. ( that victor you parade on your arm like some sort of prize you have done nothing to earn-- ) a friendship if he were to be generous though it certainly hadn't been built the way of conventional friendship. he'd wanted to claim it was a slip of the tongue, play it off but the moment those words had left dante's mouth, all it sounded like was rejection-- a hurt that he pulled himself from as hard and fast as he could, slamming that door shut and barricading himself inside. ( we have a rule-- fucking fool, what did you think would happen? and what difference does it make in the end? what has any of this earned you aside from pain? ) they had a rule for a reason and it's echoing in his mind ( we have a rule-- ) playing in the background of the memory of his father's office ( -- your mother is dead because of you-- it should've been you-- )-- the screens above caesar broadcasting those executions and his mind supplanting his mother's frightened face in their place while a peacekeeper plays back the sound of his own voice in the rose garden tight with emotion ( you want to make them choke on it? // i'll love you in spite of it )-- and he can feel notification after notification roll in, vibrating against his thigh and he knows what they're all going to say and he can practically see the numbers of his accounts plummeting and every success he had fought for on his own is crumbling around him, the games looming ever closer and the clock ticking down those moments and who knew if he'd ever get another with--

( it's all falling apart. )

the weight of the last 24 hours crashes on him and he feels so goddamn heavy and his mind is so unbearably loud-- this cacophony of noise that runs each thought over one another in this never ceasing loop of all these failures. there was no one else to blame, he was the orchestrator of his own demise, each choice leading to another and he was just now getting to see the domino effect of those choices; he just had to stand back and watch it all burn. he's aware of the sound of steps approaching and when he turns his head to investigate, shoulders tense and there's that urge left over from the tribute ball that whispers ( leave ) to himself at the approaching figure but he stands still, turning his face back towards the glass windows, staring out into that empty room. "you did well in the interview," he says to dante, eyes still glued ahead, voice calm and detached, "held your composure and played the part better than most."

[gmax]

its ok we love Nashu but its a lost battle... like how Ilberd was a lot battle against Estie even tho Estie is like. aggressively average for a elezen and Ilberd has a beautiful nose and dreamy eyes and hes just so handsome and so cute and we love him so much.

we think we lost the plot there but anyway Ilberd is so babygirl to us.

i hear you loud and clear 🫡