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today's the anniversary of john's last letter to ada written knowing he is already infected & begging her to go public with everything they uncovered together at arklay, turn on the lab's self destruct & to put him down if she ever saw him turned. she never read his last words, they were many on a list of letters sent to her & burned after her transfer to NEST where she was light on her feet beginning to befriend annette birkin (a relationship that eventually led to an affair), she forgot about john as quickly as he fell in love with her, happy july 8th everyone
#* file // : OOC â ( đđđ đđđđđđ'đ đđđđđđđ . )#i get why this little connection was omitted from RE2R since there's no reason for ada to tie herself to umbrella#especially to someone she just met (leon)#but it is an important part of her role in raccoon city#i have talked about him before & obviously there's a few mentions of him scattered about my replies#& as far as my interpretation is concerned i do think they met at arklay rather than ada pursuing john outside the lab#considering he was made head of research @ arklay around '95 & i don't really see the need for ada's investigation into umbrella#to have lasted longer than a year#while she did play on his feelings & obsession with her it doesn't make sense to me for umbrella's security#to allow someone's girlfriend to visit the premises of their secret research facility unless she is a fellow researcher#& the letter is addressed as if ada is familiar with the facility + john's awareness of her intellect / aptitude at solving puzzles#which was probably a CV requirement for working in spencer's wacky funhouse#i do wish we got a few more hints into their relationship beyond the letter + ada carrying a photo of them with her +#her either faking or being genuinely distraught to hear of his death#because it's one time ada ever makes use of seduction#beyond it her flirtation with leon is kind of always mocking#it's routine for them - muscle memory almost#& much like leon & as i've mentioned previously i do think there was some bond forming between them#wesker's report mentions how john is known as a risk because of his temperament being unsuited for the tyrant project#number one voted most likely to leak umbrella's secrets#with how umbrella treats dissent i'm sure both him & ada were under similar levels of stress#& what makes ada so insidious & ingenious to me is that despite her folly being getting a little too (emotionally) invested in her missions#as i think RE4/RE6 illustrate wonderfully by her breaking character to show concern for people & sympathy for carla#(almost always leon but i take what i can get)#she has no qualms in using people she does genuinely care for#with leon especially it's a case of trust in his survival abilities despite her putting him in harms way to serve as a distraction#& to unknowingly help in her own goals by making her mission easier + taking care of the threat#am i just repeating myself? yea it's what i do
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Hey, I have a question.
What's up with Shadow from the future? Is he dead? Or is he still looking after Silver?
By the way, is Silver immortal alongside Shadow? If he weren't, it would be very sad.
So, technically, my main Dadow AU doesn't really end up with Silver in a bad future. It's a fixed future timeline where Silver actually gets to grow up in a happy and relatively normal environment, and Shadow gets to share his son with all his wacky friends. It exists just for fluff and sillies.
I DO, however, have an original timeline Dadow AU that does take place 200 years later in the no good very bad future. And THAT, my friend, exists only for the angst art.
#sth#sth fanart#silver the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#dadow au#200 years later au#i made 200 years later first but it made me so sad that shadows friends were all gone that i had to make a happy version too#basically regular is for sitcom shenanigans and 200 yrs is for stabbing me in the chest 57 times and stealing my lungs#yall have no idea how ill i am about this au variant it ruins me i literally have made like a full mini comic about this thing#lmk if yall wanna see <3<3<3<3<3 it make me sooooo cry <3<3<3<3<3#also i forgot to answer the last question#but sorry yeah silver definitely isn't gonna last forever :[ he probably has a lifespan way longer than most. but still not immortal
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Lifespans.
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[Image ID: A three-way venn diagram floating against a starfield. The circles are coloured; one yellow, one light blue, one a darker shade of blue. The yellow is the smallest, the two blue ones over double its size, with the darker blue the biggest. The yellow is half covered by the two blue circles, while it takes up a small amount of the two blues. The centre overlap between all three is labelled "the precious few years we three were together".
There is very little overlap between the yellow and the darker blue without the lighter blue.
The work is signed 'aerialworms'./End ID]
#star trek#mcspirk#star trek fanart#star trek the original series#leonard mccoy#james t kirk#spock#i drew this after that short film came out last year#I don't usually acknowledge ge nerations for my own sanity but it got me thinking about how jim only knew spock for 25 years before he die#bones for 35ish#less than half his life. and then they just had to live on without him#spirk#mckirk#spones#bones and spock knew each other for far longer together than they were with jim#but they came together because of him#their relationship after he disappeared must have been in some way changed by his absence#and i really can't get over the fact that bones lived for so long as well. like he got to over double jim's age when he disappeared#they all probably thought they'd be together forever#and then.#and don't get me started on bones dying and spock immediately leaving for romulus#by my calculations (yes i did a shitton of maths for this and then took artistic liberty with the diagram anyway)#(yes i was also using rough guesstimate and headcanon for dates and ages bc canon is so conflicting)#they were all three together for 25 years. it was 28 years from jim taking command to him entering the nexus#minus three for the pre-Motion Picture divorce years. 25 years they actually got to be together as a triumvirate. not fucking fair.#also please note jim was 60 when he entered the nexus. bones lived to be 141 and spock got to 161. they were all together for 25 years.#i put the k/s overlap as only a few years because i haven't watched snw and figured there were probably only a few years cumulative where#they were together without bones being around too#mckirk overlap is roughly 11 years bc of personal headcanon that they were friends before the 5ym AHH BASTARD TUMBLR DELETED MY TAGS#Please see my reblog if you want the rest of these tags!!!
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05.04.33
#fanart#genshin impact venti#genshin venti#genshin#genshin impact#genshin art#barbatos genshin impact#deacon dahlia#dahlia genshin#genshin impact dahlia#genshin dahlia#5.6 update#illustration#genshin fanart#genshin impact fanart#I have this head canon that Dahlia knows Venti's identity#because hes a vampire and therefore has lived longer than humans#and so he remembers last time venti visited#which might be 500 years ago but like he couldve visited mondstadt anytime during the inbetween#I guess we'll see when the archon quest drops#I'm so sad i wont be able to play on launch because I have a stupid amount of tests#btw this art is up to you if you think this is ship art or not idrc#also ps the place these two pookies were in that one tiny pic during the livestream was on starsnatch cliff by a time trial#(I triangulated it)
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I think they are kinda insane đđ¤
#how do you have THAT level of synchronization#if a rivalry lasts longer than 7 years etc.#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sonadow#sonic prime
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So I was rereading chapter 37 of Shen Yuan of No Relation by @grubus and I realized something. SQQ did exactly what YQY threatened to do years ago and then some.
What an over achiever.
#For some damn reason it made me think of this meme so I just had to.#nearly 20 years of reading fan fic and my first fanart is a fucking meme reference#honestly on brand for me tho#today I found out ms paint has changed a bit since I last used it#this took way longer than it should have#svsss#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#shen jiu#yue qingyuan#scumbag self saving system#fanart#my art#meme#shen yuan of no relation#syonr#svsss fanart#mxtx svsss#syonr spoilers#spoilers
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Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!
Part 28 || First || Previous || Next
--Full Series--
Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')
#Golly!#this is a shorter update but I wanted it to be that way. We've been in the house for a while. It's time to change some scenery!!#Chara using their game narrator voice like âgolly!â and âamazing!â#Eimmet high :)) i was really hoping to be able to reference Temmie Chang here. An integral part of UT/DR!! She's awesome!#WE ARE OFFICIALLY ON Day 2 BABY#yes- there is still a little everyman easter egg as well as some other things... ;)#I tried so many new and different things for these panels. I was a little nervous implementing them. But im having a lot of fun with it!#i try to put my own artistic enjoyment above all other things :) its what I strive for.#Angle's landing day! excited for the festivities!#Chara is feeling stabby :)#loved detailing Chara's hand in the last page. When I detail the hands- just know shits getting real#I'm really happy with how I was able to redraw Toriel here. She showed up in the second part and that was it for 2 years -w-#so even if she's not a major character- I wanted to give her some good screen time <3#I did not make the Darkworld âMayorâ just for that one joke....but dang did it fit perfectly.#these 4 pages took longer than I wanted. I got burnt out with school and then finals came!!! AND ALSO EMAILS q-q#deltarune chara timeline#deltarune chara timeline comic#chara#asriel#kris#susie#toriel#tw cursing#cw cursing
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Imagine Solas and Lavellan accidentally bumping into each other during those eight years between Trespasser and Veilguard.
Just so you know, I wanted this to be like two paragraphs max. Wanted to sprinkle a little angst dust on your head, but ended up pouring the whole jar (sorry, but also not sorry?) I hope you enjoy spiraling with me⌠<3
She sits on a fine couch tucked in a corner, behind sheer curtains that obscure her from most of the prying eyes trying to catch a glimpse of the elvish woman that wielded the very power of the fade; or the hand that had housed it. She isnât blind to the disappointment that flitters across faces when her hand is found void of any milky glow, and only a shiny white gold prosthetic clinking against her glass of wine.
Wine. She hates it. Most the time. Sheâll drink it at events, if only to make the night pass by a little smoother. The wine, however bitter it is, makes every minute packed with questions poking and prodding at her most painful scars sound a little less like stone grating against itself. Usually, Dorian sticks close to her side to fend off the especially insensitive and the racist assholes that like to hover around her as flies hang around shit.
Lavellan grew up among trees and flowers and sweet silence. The petticoats, snide remarks, and hidden meanings that stink up the air here gives her a headache. It's hot, it's crowded, and she feels like a tiger chained and locked in a cage. Despite hiding - or trying to, at least - Lavellan still catches people looking her way and then whispering behind their hand. Someone is always talking here. The one thing that she and Solas disagreed on is the 'pleasure' of court intrigue. The court makes her feel like a pretty little piece to be won by the highest bidder. When she attends, sheâs surrounded by men with one drink too many in their bellies, saying things likeâ
âIâve lost you to your thoughts again, Herald.â His words roll off his tongue thickly; heâs Orlesian, that much sheâs gathered from his accent. He, who is a scholar and wiseman, ever searching for answers of the fade. And she â oh, joy â is an object of curiosity to him (those were his exact words). âIâve heard such talk always clams you up. These are the things the others who have sought you have said. You are from the Free Marches, a Dalish, so I imagine you are hesitant to leave your people.â Lavellan hides her snort with her glass by taking another drink. Is he going to pretend that she hadnât left her clan to travel across Thedas and attend the Conclave? Has this scholar yet asked himself, 'How can she fear leaving her people, yet be here, in Tevinter, at this ball?'
Her eyes, now housing unnatural specks of green that really fascinates the pompous magisters roving about, trail away from the human, along with her thoughts, to meet with the eyes of an elven servant just entering the room.
In his hands is a tray of balanced glasses of champagne â a drink much kinder to her tastebuds â that shine the same shade of gold as the servants' widening eyes. She blinks at the panic that washes through them. He spins around (not losing a drop of the champagne, she notes), shoves at the other servant entering just behind him - who bears a tray of yummy little sandwiches in their hand - back into the shroud of the hall and begins hissing at them.
Her gaze falls down to her hands, clasping her drink in her lap. Since the events of the Inquisition, sheâs been held above most everyone. Revered as untouchable, someone to be worshipped. To be bowed to. Even by her own people.
She is lonely.
âSurely, I cannot be so unworthy of your company, Inquisitor.â The man concludes his rant at her side. A rant full of reasons of why she should stay at his estate and become his mistress, to put it bluntly. It's all wrapped up in passionate and poetic words he wants to use to tie her up. Like a dog, not like a lover. For she is an elf, she is a trophy to be won! The Inquisitor! Herald of Andraste, she has been touched by the Maker and sent to them. For them. But... She is an elf, and they'll do everything they can to gloss over it. Sometimes she wonders, hundreds - thousands, maybe - of years from now, will she still be remembered as the elven woman she is? Or will they remake her into what they want?
âMy lord, my silence is not an insult to your character.â Lavellan watches as the elven servants fully enter the room now, the taller one behind now with a covered face and lowered eyes. Curious... They move around the room, offering refreshments with lowered heads and sagged shoulders; it makes her tongue thick in her mouth. She trails their movements. âI am flattered by your⌠Fascination with me.â
Glass empty, she sets it down and turns her hand over, eying the pretty designs etched into the prosthetic. Dagna designed it for her, with the help of Dorian; she wasn't surprised when they gave it to her to be blinded by the sunlight reflecting off the gold, but she was also surprised to love it so much. A simple thing, with the eye of the inquisition on her palm - where the mark was - and vines with small, intricate leaves twisting out from it... âThe magic I wielded is a curious phenomenon, no?â
âAbsolutely! No one has had such a close connection to the fade! Imagine what we could achieve with your ability, and my intelligence.â She grinds her teeth, jaw flexing; of course, sheâs not intelligent enough to understand it on her own.
The vines, Dorian explained, wasn't just because she's Dalish or loves botany, but rather because she 'has a habit of making even the most desolate places blossom.' She closes her palm and holds it over her heart. This human next to her is ignorant to that; she shouldn't let it bother her...
âIâm sure it wouldâve been extraordinary.â She lowly replies, her irritation barely covered by the smile she forces into her lips, âUnfortunately, I cannot wield it anymore.â
âAh, yes, your adversary.â The man leans back in his chair, one arm resting on the couch behind her. Lavellan slowly inches away. âWhat was his name?â The lord taps his chin as he hums to himself. Lavellan doesnât bother to offer him the answer, though itâs blanketed over her tongue, drying her mouth and casting her eyes out the window. âThe Dread Wolf?â The elven servants stop in front of them.
âMy lord.â He offers out the tray to them and lowers his honeyed eyes. Lavellan watches him steadily, the taught lines between her brow melting off her unnaturally sharp features. âInquisitor.â He dares a glance at her, and she takes that second to smile at him. The lord grabs a glass and continues. As if they donât exist.
âThat is how your people refer to him, yes? The Dread Wolf. FenâHarel.â Thereâs cheer flashing through the lord's eyes. He takes a taste of his drink and swishes it around his mouth with a smile barely contained. Her eyes sharpen, but she forces herself to look away before the look kills him. It wouldâve, she imagines, and sheâs almost ashamed to say it would bring her joy. Just a tad. But thatâs not very Inquisitorial of herâŚ
âThank you.â She quietly says as she removes the last glass from the tray. âYes, my lord. Thatâs what they call him.â He cackles, head thrown back, and drawing the rooms attention. Lavellan doesnât share his elation.
âTo think that you had one of your own gods under your nose for the better part of the year!â He puts his hand to his stomach and laughs some more. The Inquisitor rolls her eyes and takes a large gulp of her champagne. âAnd you never noticed, mâlady? That your feared Dread Wolf dined at the same table as you?â Lavellanâs hand tightens over her drink.
âHis nameâŚâ Lavellan flinches at the break in her voice and takes a deep breath to steady herself. Thereâs a burning to her eye. One that tells her she may be one drink too deep herself. She downs what's left in her glass and clears her throat. âHis name is Solas.â She flicks her eyes, newly hardened, back to the lord. âAnd he was there to help. Just like the rest of us. He is a good man⌠I had no reason to doubt him. Ever.â
âYou sound rather affectionate in your address.â He comments.
âYes.â Her words are quiet as a smile ghosts over her lips. âSo, you will understand me when I say I cannot accept your offer.â
âCome, I can change your mind. You can merely visit for a while, things may progress naturally.â
âThey will not, my lord.â
âYou cannot know that.â He leans in closer to her, drawing a nervous laugh from her.
âI know myself well enough. It will not happen.â
âSurely you will not waste yourself on-â
âWould you like a treat, my lord?â The unmasked servants question is sudden and frantic at first but falling quiet toward the end. Lavellan raises her eye at the nervous shift of his feet, and glances to his friend behind him; what has them so on edge? She catches grey-blue eyes for merely a second before theyâre obscured by his brunette hair as he bowed and offered the tray with steady hands. Familiarity instantly breathes down her neck at the shade of blue she saw. Then it begins to burn in her gut.
She cannot seem to escape him no matter where she is...
Itâs quiet, Lavellan realizes, and she begins to blink herself back to the present. All humor leaves the lord as he finally turns to acknowledge the two standing before them. His eyes have somehow become a darker shade of black, and his lips turned down with a silent snarl. Lavellan shudders at the sudden change, goosebumps rising into her arms. She watches the look in his eye sharpen into a knife, and her heart jumps into a throat. Inhuman. Heâs inhuman, she thinks.
âYou can see that the Inquisitor and I are having a conversation, yet you would interrupt us?â Lavellan straightens. This will go badly, and quickly. She places her hand atop the lords, and levels him with a stare that she had been masking all night; pupils blown a little wide, hard, and a slight sense of bloodlust. It was men like this that took her clan from her. She can barely conceal the shake numbing her limbs.
She has to reel it in. For Dorian's sake.
âHe has done nothing wrong, my lord. Please, there is no need to use such a tone.â His hand grasps back at her own, and he plants a slobbery kiss to the back of it. Horror parts her lips.
âYou jump even to the defense of those who are below you. You are exquisite.â Her skin runs cold, as if she stepped out into a winter night with no cloak. Below her? Below her?
âYou would sit next to me on this couch and say such a thing?â
âAh, Inquisitor. You must be upset with my scolding. Forgive me for such unsightly behavior. I do not make a habit of disciplining the help in front of my guests, be sure. But sometimes you must act immediately, to teach them that some behaviors simply will not be tole-â
âEnough. You misunderstand me.â Her voice is low. Her tone is that of the Inquisitor, not Lavellan, and it makes her heart shiver and ache a little. âThey are my people.â Her words are, despite being quiet, heavy, hard, and final. âThey are not below me. They are my people.â Gods, sheâs had too much to drink. She should hold her tongue. Dorian will have another mess to clean up if she loses her cool again. âDo not think that I have been blind to the disrespect you pay to me and my people. You think you have hidden them so cleverly them behind your little compliments. You have crossed the line. You disgust me, and you will never lay a finger on me, my lord.â
The lord is silent. So are the servants. She removes her tight grip from his hand and scoots herself to the other side of the couch. âLeave me. Before I lose the rest of my patience and become the savage you expect me to be.â
Joy, her first taste of it tonight, blankets over her chest at the wide-eyed, open-mouthed look that's taken up his paling face. Without a word, he scurries away. The Inquisitor steadies herself with a deep breath.
âIâm sorry to provoke him. I know my place.â Lavellanâs brow pinches, and her attention is back on the two before her. The other servant remains with his head bowed and tray outstretched.
âThank you.â She gingerly removes a sandwich. âYou must not apologize to me. And,â her eyes trace the lines of his pale face, and the messy curl of his blond locks⌠She stops herself. He knows his place, he says⌠But she fears he doesnât. He is not below the nobles here, not below the human servants, but how can she convince him. In a room full of people that see him as a mouse scurrying between their boots. âTruly, youâve nothing to apologize for.â
A sense of shame burrows in her cheeks as she looks away from them. She should help them. There won't be any consquences to her, but the lord will run and tattle, and these two will still be to blame. She should help them escape. But⌠How? Perhaps Dorian will know.
âYouâre as kind as they say.â He bows his head to her, and she shifts in her seat. âWe are in your debt.â Her eyes dart to the other elf, but his eyes remain downturned.
âIs your friend okay?â She asks. He jumps as his attention returns to the quiet form at his side.
âOh, yes. Heâs mute.â
âOh?â She takes in the tall, masked man before her. âWhy do you wearâŚâ She catches herself, âWhy the mask?â
âHe has a nasty scar. Wouldnât want to offend you, my lady.â Her brows pinch, but a laugh plays on her lips.
âPeople say Iâm kind, yet you fear showing me your scars?â She looks to the other, wishing heâd bring his eyes to hers, but he doesnât. She wants to see that blue again. âWell⌠I take no offense to yours. Iâve my own to hide as well.â She addresses him, and his eyes return to meet her own. Again, her stomach churns and her heart flutters. She wishes she could see Solas again, to know if she truly remembers his face, or how he looked at her. If the blue of his eye truly is so similar to the ones staring back at her.
Lavellan takes in the straight brow above the masked elf's eye and returns to searching the depths of them. They seem to suck her in, and she's helpless to pull herself away; they felt like wells full of an emotion she couldnât place. She leans forward before she can think better of it. Why is her heart stirring so much? She felt she could drown in the warmth radiating out of those blue orbs.
Why is he looking at her like that? As if she were the only thing in this room? As if he knew her, as if he understood-
âLady Inquisitor?â The servant asks quickly, another nervous shift in his stance.
âAh, sorry.â A sheepish smile plays on her lips as she leans back against the couch. âYour eyes are quite beautiful. They remind me of a friend.â Her own gaze falls, returning to watch the city splayed out before her, and dulls to a melancholy glisten. âThank you for the sandwich. Take care.â They bow to her, and stalk off.
Sheâs foolish. She wanted him back so badly she can see him in any set of pretty blue eyes, it seems. Her eyes redden, tears building until they threatened to fall, and all the drinks sheâs had begins to burn in her stomach. Sheâd like to leave soon.
She hates the court. He loved it.
And thatâs all she can think about when she comes to these things.
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She hates the court.
Why is she even here?
Where is Dorian? Why would he ever leave her side in a place like this?
Those are the sort of things whirring around Solasâ head. He stares severely at the marble floor and takes deep breaths to ground the uproar within him. His body is buzzing, like every nerve within him is coming to life simply by being so near her. Years have passed, yet she is as beautiful as ever. More so.
Perched on a couch just behind the shifting curtains, the mage casts her several glances as they work their way around the room, and shudders each time sheâs revealed to him. Beautiful. Ethereal. Her hair shifting with the breeze, tapping against her jaw, and plump, painted lips caressing the curve of her wine glass.
She hates wine.
He just needs information of who the idol was sold to. Itâs a simple mission that any agent could carry out. Therin wasted no time trying to dissuade him. He even suggested Solas take a walk in Treviso, visit a cafe, and take a day to himself. But the mage didn't want to wander, he wanted to focus. There's a reason he insisted to come himself...
That reason is on the couch a few paces behind him. Solas hadnât wanted to be haunted with the thought of her, torturing himself over the words she would say to him if she knew that he is one step closer to finishing the ritual⌠A ritual that would ruin the world she fought and bled forâŚ
Therin insisted that he doesnât follow him in, but sheâd already seen Solas following him and she would have questions; the observant, smart, curious creature she is. So here he is, heart hammering so hard in his chest the closer he steps to her that he worries he might pass out.
When her voice finally reaches his ear, he almost let's out an audible whimper, but manages to strangle it with a quiet cough. How he missed hearing her voice. If he could, heâd give everything to spend another night pouring over books with her in the Skyhold library. What wouldnât he do to hear her voice free of the weight of his betrayal and back to the warm, lilting cadence she used only with him.
âThe Dread Wolf?â Solas stills at that name. The lord who is draped across the couch with Lavellan, leaning closer to her, as she leans farther away, hums with amusement. "Fen'Harel..." Solas can barely breathe, this close to her; yet unable to speak to her, to touch or hold herâŚ
Itâs nearly more painful to him to be unknown to her, as he is now, than to bare himself before her again.
His tongue swells after he steps past the curtain and beholds her entirely. Clad in a detailed dress clinging to her waist, pushing up her breasts, and resting happily on her wide hips. Solas burns her image into his mind, noting every little detail of her that has changed. His eyes linger on the golden hand that reaches out and plucks a drink from Therin's tray.
He could fall to his knees now and beg her forgiveness. She could tell him he is nothing and he would be grateful she even allowed him to kneel before her⌠His chest constricts painfully.
âThank you.â Her voice is warm, softened. âYes, my lord. Thatâs what they call him.â Her civility is forced, he can hear it in the flatness of her words. The human begins to cackle, and Solasâ eyes narrow dangerously onto him.
âTo think that you had one of your own gods under your nose for the better part of the year!â The mage's hands tighten over the silver tray until they are white knuckled. He would laugh at Lavellan? The woman who saved his sorry ass from the tyranny of Corypheus? âAnd you never noticed, mâlady? That your feared Dread Wolf dined at the same table as you?â
And he would ignore vhenan's clear discomfort? The shade cast over her eye, the frown on her lips, and her hand tightening over her glass. The expression on her face, sure to fall unnoticed by everyone else, is one of desolation while she looks out to the city. He wanted to reach out and touch her temple, relieve her of what he knows is banging around in her chest; the exact thing that is trying to claw its own way out of his chest and to her. Solasâ mind is narrowing, his willpower dwindling; heâd damn all of his efforts soon if he didnât leave. He needs to back away or he will blow their cover. The elf manages a weak step backwards.
âHis nameâŚâ Her voice breaks, and he does the same. Her eyes are slightly irritated, a redness climbing up into her cheeks, and he can see her collecting herself with deep breaths. Sheâs always been in control of herself. He admires her for it. âHis name is Solas.â She brings her eyes back to the lord, keeping them steadily on the shifting fool. âAnd he was there to help. Just like the restof us. He is a good man⌠I had no reason to doubt him. Ever.â
Solasâ heart falls into his stomach, where it begins to churn into a nausea that threatened to bring him to his knees. Her words are lodged in his chest.
âYou sound rather affectionate in your address.â
âYes.â It comes from her in a whisper. It comes with a smile. âSo you will understand me when I say I cannot accept your offer.â Offer? His eyes flick back up to the two on the couch, trying to decipher the look shared between the two.
âCome, I can change your mind. You can merely visit for a while, things may progress naturally.â Is he asking her to, what, marry him? Be his mistress? Her unease and his insistence leads Solas to believe itâs exactly that; likely the latter, considering. Thereâs a pang in his chest.
Of course others will want her. Look at her. More than that, she is good. Sheâs kind, strong, intelligent- he could go on forever. She is everything. What creature could not crave her?
âThey will not, my lord.â
âYou cannot know that.â The bastard begins to lean closer to vhenan. The panic that shuddered over her expression is enough to send the elven god over the edge. She moves away with a nervous laugh. Solas stiffens, and he hears a sharp breath from Therin; the agent could tell when the Dread Wolf was getting prickly.
âI know myself well enough. It will not happen.â Solasâ eyes are smoldering.
âSurely you will not waste yourself on-â Thatâs it. He can take it no more. He takes a step forward, the tray beginning to loosen in his hands.
âWould you like a treat, my lord?â Therinâs voice calls him back to himself. The mage swallows thickly. His eyes instinctively return to Lavellan. She locks him in his place with her gaze, every muscle in his body tensing, and his heart flopping from his stomach up into his throat. He could not get control over himself.
His eyes lower, and he holds out the tray. She would know his voice if he made even a noise, that he was sure of. So heâs silent in his regard to her and the piece of shit next to her. Thereâs an uncomfortable silence, but Solas doesnât bother to ascertain why itâs fallen over the four of them.
âYou can see that the Inquisitor and I are having a conversation, yet you would interrupt us?â Solas clenches his jaw. Would that the lord knew what beast was barely keeping himself in check a feet away⌠What would his words be if he knew that the Dread Wolf â the wolf that loved the woman he is so blatantly propositioning â had his fangs positioned at his throat; how Solas salivates at the thought of crushing the manâs windpipe.
âHe has done nothing wrong, my lord. Please, there is no need to use such a tone.â The Dread Wolfâs blue eyes cool even further as he watches her hand fall atop the humans. Her skin has paled, her eyes darting between Therin and the lord with a disarming smile trying to stick on her lips.
âYou jump even to the defense of those who are below you. You are exquisite.â She is exquis-
He will kill him. Before Solas leaves this ball tonight, heâll see this manâs heart removed from his chest. The lord thinks he deserves to press his lips to her skin? Skin that Solas himself did not have the pleasure of tasting? This little human believes himself worthy of vhenan? His vhenan?
The lord even pays no mind to the look of terror that breaks through her mask for a second. He would ignore her rejections, belittle her, and touch her so carelessly? Death is almost too good for him.
âYou would sit next to me on this couch and say such a thing?â
âAh, Inquisitor. Forgive me for such unsightly behavior. I do not make a habit of disciplining the help in front of my guests, be sure. But sometimes you must act immediately, to teach them that some behaviors simply will not be tole-â
âEnough. You misunderstand me.â Lavellanâs voice is unnaturally hard and low. He imagines heâd die right then and there if she were to ever addresses him with such a cold voice. Solas waits impatiently for the lord to do the same. âThey are my people.â She keeps her voice low so that the others in the room wouldnât catch whiff of the commotion. âThey are not below me. They are my people.â She has not changed so much, it seems. To endure the insults he wrapped up in his compliments, until they were directed at others. Often, she didnât bother to defend herself from the sharp words of others, but the moment she heard someone mumble under their breath after him â or anyone, really â she was nearly feral. He would pull her away with a smile playing on his lips, and wrap his hand around her waist, plant a gentle kiss to the top of her head.
âItâs ok, vhenan.â Heâd say. âTheir words do not bother me.â
âBut they bother me!â Sheâd cry back with this same look in her eyes. A direct stare, sparkling with ire, and a promise to fulfill every warning coming off her lips. His hands threatened to tremble knowing that they could not soothe her as they did before...
âDo not think that I have been blind to the disrespect you pay to me and my people. You think you have so cleverly hidden them behind your compliments. You have crossed the line. You disgust me, and you will never lay a finger on me, my lord.â
What is it raging about in his chest? Dying jealousy clashing with his ire, now being smothered by a cool wave of pride.
âLeave me. Before I loose the rest of my patience and become the savage you expect me to be.â The lord scurries away. Lavellanâs chest rises with a deep breath, and falls with her steadying exhale.
âIâm sorry to provoke him. I know my place.â
âThank you. You must not apologize to me. And,â She bites her lip as she catches her words. His eyes return to her as soon as he feels her gaze slip to her hands. The crease between her brow, and the worry of her lip; she has something she wants to tell them⌠She returns with only a warm smile and, âTruly, youâve nothing to apologize for.â
âYouâre as kind as they say.â Lavellan shuffles as Therin bows his head to her, and Solas does the same. âWe are in your debt.â
âIs your friend okay?â Heâs suffocating under her gaze. Heâs nearly forgotten how thrilling her attention was.
âOh, yes. Heâs mute.â She hums back a response, and asks about his mask. Maybe he shouldâve just turned around and let Therin handle it all. Of course sheâd be suspicious of the one elven servant wearing a mask. âHe has a nasty scar. Wouldnât want to offend you, my lady.â She laughs.
Gods his knees are weak. A smile blossoms into his own lips before he can think. Then his brow pinches; heâs smiling, while feeling like he might throw up, or worse, start sobbing in her lap.
âPeople say Iâm kind yet you fear showing me your scars? Well⌠I take no offense to yours. Iâve my own to hide as well.â In a moment of weakness â pure stupidity â, despite the whispers in his mind that doing it is a terrible mistake, he trails his eyes up to her own. He is all too aware of the love she has for him.
She will know him. Even if itâs just from a short meeting of their eyes. Whatâs worse is he almost wants her to recognize him.
If she did, what would she do? His eyes search hers for an answer. Would she allow him to apologize? Would she forgive him? Would she run into his arms? Or would she give him that same icy stare that she gave the lord? Could there be even the slightest hope that someday he could hold her again?
But hope is all heâs ever seen in her eyes. This time is no different. He sucks in an audible breath as vhenan leans forward; he sees the familiarity sparking in her beautiful eye, in the part of her lips.
âLady Inquisitor?â Solas lowers his gaze as her attention is pulled away from him again. He lets out the breath he didnât realize he was holding.
âAh, sorry.â She gives a short smile. âYour eyes are quite beautiful. They remind me of a friend.â The world is spinning, until he catches sight of how her eyes have fallen. âThank you for the sandwich. Take care.â
He bows again, trying to somehow say âI love you eternally, vhenanâ with the gesture, but he knows it wonât reach her. He knows it by the far off look taking over the shine in her eye.
His own heart shudders as he gives her one last glance from the shadows of the hall, pulling his mask down and revealing the heavy frown over his lips. The redness of her eye a warning of the tears brimming them, is a cool reminder to the chaos that sheâd stirred up in his chest.
All those smoldering emotions that had been warring in his chest, cooled by his pride, are now extinguished with his regret. Regret that heâs ever made her wear such an expression. Regret that he cannot kiss it off of her.
âLetâs continue.â Solas says with a hardened jaw and furrowed brow, turning and walking away with his hands clasped behind his back. âOh, and try to figure out that lords name.â
âYou cant be serious!â Therin exclaims. Solas merely turns to him with a raised brow. âRight⌠On it.â
#this is way longer than I intended but I just couldnât stop#dragon age#solavellan#solavellan hell#datv#solas posting#da: inquisition#da:i#solas x lavellan#seriously these two have consumed my mind for the last ten years#like this scene specifically I have played over and over in my head#he loves her so much he can barely handle it#heâs lovesick#I am also sick and screaming and crying#but at least theyâre together in the endâŚ
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"Water. Earth. Fire. Air. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when the Avatar kept balance between the Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation, and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked."
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER (2005-2008)
#atlaedit#avatarthelastairbenderedit#avatar the last airbender#animationedit#avataredit#atla#mine#mygifs#oh my god what do you mean it's been 3 years (NEARLY 4) since i last posted an atla gifset????#i knew it'd been a while but i didnt think it was THAT long omfg#anyway this is fairly basic but due to reasons this took longer than it should have lol#hope yall like it#also it's been. SO long i have NO idea who to tag lmao
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started a new desert duo long animatic because im crazy. 3rd life is really such a comfort media for me
#was going to say long-ish and then i realized it's longer than anything ive done in the last couple of years#but i have a vision#or more like it's a vision ive had for a long time and today i decided to execute it#it's tally hall btw if anyone guesses the song ill post another frame or two#desert duo#wip#art tag#trafficblr
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The Justice League, on their way back from a deep space mission that was incredibly successful, received a distress signal from a galaxy theyâre passing through.
As they investigate, they learn that a colony of a planet has been wiped out. Completely.
Slowly they piece together that there is some being out there that had been terrorizing planets, starting with colonies and then eventually going after larger settlements and home planets.
The League also learns they are not the first people to learn of this foe, or try to come up with a solution to stop them.
The colony they are inspecting has researchers on it that had fled or escaped from other planets where they piled together all they knew about their enemy, and in an attempt to sift through the mountains of data they had collected, created a device.
If a person was connected to the device, they would mentally experience the number of years required to process the data and come up with an attack plan in seconds. What the researchers had needed was time, so they created it.
As the League pieces this together, Superman sees that there is a being approaching the remnants of the colony and the defense system alerts the âremaining colonistsâ of the imminent threat. Their failsafe boots up and takes the nearest person, in this case, Batman, who had been studying some of its programming, and activates.
The rest of the team didnât have a chance to react before Batman blinks and is in motion, setting up machines and dictating code without lifting a finger.
There is no fight, because after the two seconds Bruce was in the machine he was a flurry of motion and the enemy was contained.
They ask him how long had passed for him in the machine. It takes him a full minute to respond.
â150 years.â
#batman#bruce wayne#justice league#batfamily#batfam#i canât decide how bruce would react to being alone in his own head for 150 years but no matter what itâs bad#because sure he trained with the loa in isolation but not for longer than the average lifespan nothing can prepare you#so either he comes back and is completely silent because he spent the last 20 years not even âtalking aloudââ to himself#or we finally get some sort of emotive bruce. one who finally realized that he needs people and is desperate not to be alone again#when he gets home? and sees his kids? my god that man should cry.#because they were what kept him going through those 2 seconds and 1314000 hours - that he would see them again#and in those years there must have been downtime (if it was like a mental simulation) where he could over analyze his relationships with his#kids and the watchtower defenses and his romantic relationships. and mentally hack the equipment holding him to let him write code in his#head and then program the defenses in real time for the moment he came out of âstasisâ#let this deeply traumatized man have too much time on his hands and the isolation he thinks he needs and have it fuck him up irreparably#(based loosely on miles oâbrien from ds9 and outer wilds for the mental prison and noncon time loop)#one things for sure and two for certain he lobbys against solitary confinement
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I FORGOT TO THROW OUT AFTER THE EPISODE RELEASED NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
#hand jumper#webtoon#sayeon lee#heron#ig??? BRUH..................#these fireworks are going to SET ME ON FIRE!!!!#but that's alr i guess!!!!!!!!!#because charcoal grilled prawn literally solves all my problems#before thinking about killing people i need everyone to sit down and think of their favourite food#and manifest the version of them that has it!!!!!!!!#maybe then all compulsions and intrusions of the mind can just go away#what if we all just pictured better versions of ourselves and just did it!!!#if we all stretched out our hands and tried we can at least live in the world knowing we did try!!#and it's better than not trying!!!!! AND BEING USELESS PIECES OF ROTTING GARBAGE!!!!!!#idk i've had a shit three years man i don't think i can take this any longer#IGNORE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#AND INSTEAD NOW LET'S THINK OF THE GOODIES YOU'RE GONNA GET IN TWO WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#or now if you offer up your wallet to OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR sleepacross#and for the SMALL price of 5USD that's right 5USD!!!! this is to the people with credit/debit cards ofc#YOU CAN ACCESS THE GOATACROSS QNA BECAUSE IT IS PEAK!!!!!!#but just because the juninators[on here in case they aren't in the server] need to hear this so we can all sing happy birthday to her#INSTEAD OF MISSING IT FOR TWO YEARS#AND HAVING A WHOLE WINTER/CHRISTMAS COMPETITION IN DISCORD WITH MEMES AND ALL WITHOUT THIS CRUCIAL INFORMATION!!!!!!!#I THINK BECAUSE I KEEP THESE IN TAGS IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT HER BIRTHDAY IS DEC 24TH AND WE SHOULD ALL SAY HAPPY LATE/HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY#TO OUR BELOVED QUEEN JUNI CHANG#BECAUSE NOW I JUST SHAFTED A 40K WIP I NEVER FINISHED FOR LAST YEAR'S WINTER SEASON FOR THE CHRISTMAS EPISODE OF 2024 IN THE RECYCLE BIN!!#BUT NOW WE CAN GIVE HER QUINTICE THE AMOUNT OF GIFTS THIS YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! SO LET'S DO THAT INSTEAD!!!!#ONE FOR HER BIRTHDAY!!!! ONE FOR CHRISLER!!! ONE FOR CIVIL SERVICE APPRECIATION DAY!!!!!#ANOTHER FOR BEING PEAK MENTOR!!!!! AND ANOTHER ONE FOR BEING GOD'S SILLIEST SOLDIER!!!![in our hearts!!]#APOLOGIES AS ALWAYS IF YOU MADE IT THIS FAR HERE!!!! AND A GOOD EVENING TO YOU ALL!!!!
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beware the witch
#violet draws#witch#elf#artists on tumblr#halloween#suggestive#this is a redraw from last year that took longer than it should have#sybil
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eugene sledge & robert leckie // "station to station"
it's too late to be hateful the European canon is here
-> WATCH ON GOOGLE DRIVE
(i've been thinking about this video for a long time, but this gifset by meg @ww2yaoi really inspired me to finish it. i also drew a lot of inspiration and themes from where to begin by ama @warriorgays. thank you both!)
some content warnings under the cut:
i wanted this video to be a really comprehensive dive into both leckieâs and sledgeâs arcs, which meant including the particularly horrible parts of the war: namely the dehumanization of japanese people, the way the marines used that dehumanization to justify their actions, and how it eroded their own humanity in turn. as such, i included a lot of elements of the show that i wouldnât normally put into a video and that i donât often see in visual fanworks, so i wanted to content warn accordingly. this video includes (in addition to the usual canon-typical violence and discussion of ptsd):
canon-typical racism including racial slurs, desecration of corpses, animal cruelty, frontal nudity, and suicide
#(google drive link included in case it gets pinged off youtube for any number of reasons eek!)#for a little bit there i REALLY did not think i would finish this before the deadline#and then the setback of realizing the tumblr video time limit is 10min................LMAO#kbsd.amv#kbsd.hbow#kbsd.tp#robert leckie#eugene sledge#sledgekie#hbowaredit#hbowardaily#hbowarsteal#so uh. obviously many things to say about this lmao#this took FOREVER to storyboard. i literally made two different spreadsheets about it lmaooooooo#but i'm very very very proud of how it turned out#i never thought i'd make a video longer AND more complicated than destiel bat out of hell. yet here i am#i've had the idea forever to do a video showing all the parallels between them as well as the places where they contrast in really interest#all in the pursuit of illustrating why i think they'd be such a compelling ship if they did have the chance to meet again#(please read the fic i linked in the caption ahhhhhh)#and i wanted to do a last 5 years sort of thing where one arc goes forward and one goes backward and they meet for one moment in the middle#for several reasons: 1) because it would be a VERY fun editing/logistical challenge#2) to suggest that leckie could perhaps regain some peace/faith after the war with gene#hence paralleling leckie in the church to eugene in the field (nature as his sanctuary/place of worship)#3) so i could get a little sickos with the sid/vera parallels#(obv they're not EXACTLY sequential but i think the places where i deviated make sense for the buildup of the video)#as i said in the read more i didn't want to shy away from the shittier parts of their arcs/the war#because that's a huge part of where i think they'd have really compelling differences to work through#i also wanted to get Critical with it and address the way they all talk about the war/their enemy/their cause#('the European [western] canon'). i tried to be purposeful with how i used those scenes so i hope it wasn't excessive#ignore the youtube caption if you click through. it was some overly academic note i typed up to hopefully avoid a takedown LMAO
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In the same way that this blog has given you something to hold on to and look forward to, seeing these comics has given me something to hold on to and look forward to in some bleak times too. Thank you for sharing your art and your journey and your commentary and your jokes. They mean a lot to me and Iâm certainly not the only one. Keep ââââââpoorlyââââââ drawing <3
Thank you so much for joining me on this journey of trying to get by, and learning to stay silly and hopeful.
#ask#It honestly means a lot to know my comics can bring little bit of joy into someone's day.#Truthfully... life can get horribly bleak. The future you imagine for yourself can implode and there doesn't seem to be point to try anymor#Or you just can't see a future every being more than the same torment wheel of your everyday present.#The power of holding on a little longer - of taking things just a day at a time or even an *hour* at a time-#has been essential in my own ability to get through crisis and hardship.#We will keep going. This too shall pass. All the good and the bad things we have will change eventually.#Sometimes you get to be an active participant in that change. Sometimes it is out of your control.#I have long moved past feeling embarrassed about how much this blog and my comics means to me.#I learned how to draw yes. I also learned how to persevere and look forward to the future.#Just like with my art; I still have a long way to go! Even if my art and I are not doing so 'poorly' anymore - I want to keep improving.#Thank you Elder-Manly in particular for having been around since the early days and for all the kind words you've sent my way.#I hope you too have found brighter days in the last two years B*)
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Nevin and Drew just trying to have a good day without arguing.
Sibling bonding time or something idk I don't hang out with my brother
IBVS belongs to @onebizarrekai
#the last time I drew Nevin was 4 years ago holy fuck#this took way longer than it should have#idk who made the making out meme so I can't credit but you guys will figure it out#my art#ibvs#isaac beamer versus the supernatural#drew jovel#ibvs drew#nevin jovel#ibvs nevin#drisaac#chrevinstoph
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