#var does it again

[lillialuna]

I have to disagree with this.

We know she was aged up to around 25 in 2 from character documents, but in Classic, Anna is 18. Eighteen. She's the youngest character in the game after the Termites. And the Caravan was caught and captured five years ago. The Corpus page for the Caravan explicitly states that "the gymnasts, heavyweights, animal trainers along with the animals and the innocent freaks [aka, the children they kidnapped and experimented on and forced to perform] were killed instantly."

Anna was born mute. The Caravan gave her a voice through what she calls sorcery, and made her into a performer for them. This is when she was a child. When the Caravan was caught and slaughtered and she had to flee for her life, she was thirteen at most. She and Willow only escaped because of Var, whose back was broken in the process. She reached the town and was taken in by the Mellow family, but remained extremely anxious, paranoid, and defensive. And why wouldn't she? She spent her childhood in the Caravan and then was hunted down as a criminal when she was barely a teenager. Even if she did join the Caravan willingly, which is what she implies, she was probably less than ten years old at the time. That's not trying to join a child trafficking operation. That's a mute little girl seeing a circus performance and being entranced and wanting to run away and join it, and the circus agreeing and taking her with them. A circus who gave her everything she ever dreamed of, a voice, a purpose, the spotlight, all in exchange for simply helping recruit other children to join too. By the time she realized what she was really doing, she was either completely trapped or fleeing for her life, and again, even if she realized but still wanted to stay there and keep performing, she was twelve or thirteen at most.

She's not a good person. She does some horrible things. I'm not sure how much of this is going to stay the same in P2 due to her increased age - but there is far, far more to her than being "simply evil." She was as much a victim of the Caravan as Willow, even if she got the "good" end of the stick. She's rightfully paranoid and can't tell anyone about her past for fear of being murdered over it, despite being a child at the time. This is especially true after her adoptive parents died - though it's revealed that wasn't her fault at all (the father died in the war and the mother in the first outbreak), and she only killed Willow Mellow, she's still suspected of slaughtering the whole family to take their house. Of course she's going to shut down and end up isolating and clinging to anything that could give her any advantage in life. She wholeheartedly believes she can't talk about what happened if she wants to live, and directs all the blame for her current situation to herself ("I never should have joined the Caravan") because that's the one thing in the situation she had control over.

I was talking about this with a friend, but I'll share it here as well

in pathologic 2, the only one who doesn't get some sort of redemption, or receives a kind of justification for their actions, is anna angel

artemy can choose to forgive his father, simon, even oyun. big vlad gets the "I did it for my family" trope, the saburovs are shown to be trying to love each other once more, aglaya is given depth to her character - a purpose, full fleshed out morals, same with aspity

anna, on the other hand, doesn't change. she still acts antisocial and hostile, doesn't stop to consider her actions, goes her way to kidnap infants during an epidemic to "better her reputation"

the only thing the narrative has to offer her is pity, she mentally regresses to a child, and her ending is her alone, and isolated

[reinreingoawayy]

— spontaneity

karasu tabito x reader fluff | aged up, pro-player karasu | fluff again | sfw wc: 0.6 k

dating karasu tabito is full of spontaneity.

that means spontaneous kisses, may it be forehead kisses, a kiss on the back of your hand when you are walking hand in hand—strolling around the town, on top of your head every time he steps inside the stadium, a flying kiss every time he scores a goal, or a playful swipe of kiss on your lips in public or in private just because he wants to tease you. he gives you gifts out of nowhere. when you ask him what’s the occasion, he’d shrug his shoulder and say, “do i need a special occasion to give you a gift?” one time, he bought you a little angel figurine because he said that it reminded him of you.

his spontaneity also includes going on unplanned dates, weekend trips, stargazing, camping, or even just a trip to an open football field at night where you two play until you’re both tired running around—mostly just you trying to steal away the ball from him. you are not the best at playing football—compared to a pro player like him, your skills are far too incomparable—but you knew some of the rules and tricks from watching his games. when you two are both tired and out of breath, you’d lie your back in the middle of the grass field, laughing your hearts out, while he bullies you (lovingly) about your dribbling skills. sometimes, when the sky is clear, you’d spend the rest of the night watching the stars, hoping you’d witness a shooting star, which you still haven’t gotten the chance to see. he, too, hoped that you’d finally see one so he could get a glimpse of the reaction in your eyes.

when the weather doesn’t permit you two, you’d both spend the day playing FIFA on your playstation, which he’s not really fond of because he’d always be the loser on a 1v1. he’d whine, “this game is ridiculous how is that an offside?” or “they should fix the var here” or “i’m better off playing at the field,” but whatever, ‘anything for the sunshine,’ he thought. he likes seeing your smug face whenever you beat him on a 1v1. karasu loves it when your eyes shine with joy and excitement whenever you win a match or the way you copy his celebration whenever you steal a goal using his character in the game. when you two are both exhausted and hungry from playing but are too lazy to make something to eat, you’d bet on who’s going to do the cooking by playing another game. he knew it was useless because he knew you won’t let him win but for some miracle, the game ended with a tie so now, you’re both confused on what to do.

“does that mean we both have to do the cooking?” you asked, staring at the screen, unconvinced by the results.

“maaaan, i don’t really wanna do the cooking right now,” he replied.

“same here.”

“takeout?” he asked, grabbing his phone from the table.

“takeout it is,” you said agreeing and putting away the controller.

“i’ll choose the restaurant,” you said, snatching the phone from his hand but his reflexes were fast enough to move it away from your reach.

“you chose last time!”

“i won majority of the game so i’ll choose!”

“those games don’t count. what do you want to eat?”

“tacos would be good,” you said.

“good, i like that too,” he agreed but deep inside, he wanted a chinese takeout but since he loves you a lot, tacos would be fine for the night. no. scratch that. he just changed his mind. tacos would be the best for the night.

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[pansy-picnics]

I was just talking to my friend on stream and i mentioned how fucking bad varian is at hiding when he has a crush on someone and how a lot of people make var and hugo oblivious to each others feelings, but i honestly think hugo 100% knew. Varian didn’t. I think theyre both smart enough to figure it out, but the main reason varian didn’t is because he KNEW hugo had never had friends before and didnt know how to respond to affection so every time the thought even crossed his crazy lovestruck mind he uses that to rationalize it.

Hugo though absolutely knew. like obviously he fell first but he clocked varian IMMEDIATELY and it instantly made him feel One Million Times Worse (also in my head this leads to some awkward moments where hugo does some stupid shit basically trying to get him to. Stop being in love with him. this obviously Does Not Work, and hugo kinda sucks at it anyways, so more than anything it just causes a lot of unnecessary hurt/confusion on varians end so hugo eventually apologizes and just Deals with it)

Anyways i think this is why hugo kinda confessed to him as a last resort during the library fight because he DID know he liked him and was just throwing shit at the wall at that point. But after that he kinda just assumed everyone hated him and wanted him dead so when he tried to leave one night and varian stopped him hugo was far less surprised that his feelings were reciprocated and far more surprised that varian like. Didnt want him to go die in a ditch

varian: Hugo wait,,, look i know things have been weird between us and. i still dont exactly know how to feel about everything but…even after everything you did, i still dont want you to be alone again, yknow? and,, i wasnt sure how to say it before, but…what you said at the library, i….i love you too

hugo:

hugo: …..Yeah? I knew that

varian: WHAT?

hugo: I mean it was kind of obvious

varian: IT- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS OBVIOUS?

hugo: It doesn’t take a world class scholar stripes. Now what about like. everything you said before that

[12amintoronto]

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 ... omar marmoush x reader

"every time you try to forget who i am, i'll be right there to remind you again... you know me." - abel makkonen tesfaye

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wc: 2.7k

synopsis: as clear as omar had made himself the previous time about hating seeing another player's name on your back... you weren't finished. two could play this sort of game.

contents: hottt but still sfw, reader's plan is hit with a plot twist!!!!, possessive omar, female reader, engaged, love bites, passionate, makeout, fluff at the end.

notes: request fulfilled for @mariejuli (I HOPE ITS UP TO UR LIKING) bc once you really get to that part of the fic... it gets different for i got an idea that i hope u think is as great as i think it is (that being; the twist in the story)🩵🩵 this piece is the second installment to reminder, which got so much love which im so very grateful for

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you understood very well the implications of you wearing another footballer's kit hence your fiancé having made himself clear as ever not long ago after he caught you repping your friend who is a forward for girona.

omar... had you any idea this is a game that two can play?

another lovely city win - the smallest bit of discouragement from the last minute of the match did sting, that being striker erling haaland's disallowed goal - damn you, var!

though you had no reason for the most part to be unhappy about anything. a vibrant match, no goals conceded by your beloved club... and of course, some hot action from your prospective husband omar marmoush on the pitch... looking very good clad in the colour burgundy.

how don't you even have a kit that colour in your collection yet?

it did not take much digging through your recollection of prior happenings to remember a time you wore a burgundy knit sweater around the house.

...

"this colour is so beautiful on you, habibti." omar's words replayed verbatim in your mind, extracted from that very moment which was not a long while ago. you could remember how obsessed that man was. the way he snaked his arms around your waist from behind you, in front of the mirror, admiring the way that number adorned you.

the way he was being so soft with you made the corners of your lips turn up into a smile. "thank you, my love~" you replied.

...

you found yourself at pitchside hugging omar tightly as you usually do post-match when you're present at the stadium, regardless of the fact that he is all sweaty from playing for what is usually at least a good 70 minutes.

his smile was radiant after such a win. he pressed a kind kiss to your forehead before finally getting to look at you for good.

"nice game, habibti?"

"very nice, you performed amazing as per." you assured him. you always enjoyed yourself when you got to see your man play, and the victory only made it better.

"...and i love this third kit on you." you added.

he shook his head, chuckling. "yeah, you like?"

"yes, very much." you placed a palm on his chest and that really made his heart warm. omar pulled you in again by your waist and continued to kiss your forehead.

"going to go shower, now. i will be so quick, love... before you know it we can have a nap together on the ride home to manchester. love you, okay?"

"love you, habibi~" you smirked, giving him gentle pats on the back before you watched him be on his way. omar looked over his shoulder with a smug grin, at you, before going back to get himself right

it was not long until you saw one of omar's buddies approaching you - erling haaland - city's striker, of whom omar always made amazing gameplay with. it was expected that you'd befriend erling since omar had gotten close to him the day he began training at city - gushing about you to him and the other teammates in the dressing room and all.

"y/n!" the tall norweigan called out to you.

you knew right away who it was calling to you. "erling! what's up!" you beamed. he held out his hand to give you a proper dap up like he does with his teammates, and it was spot on, you two's hands clasping, before he let go and dropped his hand to his side. "nice goal," you continued, "can't believe var didn't allow that second one.."

"eh. what can we do. we won though!" erling shrugged, knowing he did his job as the club's main goalscorer.

"...and say, you have got to match with the team after the win."

you tilted your head at that. "i do match! look - i've got my gear on, no?" you inquired, your grasping at the city badge over your heart with your thumb and index.

"you're basically part of the team thought since you're the other half of omar, here~" erling insisted, already pulling at his kit to come off of him. his form was still clad in the identically coloured longsleeve he kept on underneath the jersey. he held the matchworn kit out to you,

you took it and gave that "bro nod" to erling, a gesture of approval which made him chuckle, in which he did it back to you.

"you can be burgundy like the rest of us, you are now that you have this."

"thanks erl, never actually had a kit in this colour anyway."

"no problem, see you then, y/n," erling concluded, holding his hand out again to dap you up once more before heading off to city's dressing room.

once he was on his way, you looked at the iconic striker's kit in hand...

and an idea really came over you.

you knew exactly how to make use - to give omar payback for last time.

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the following day after the spurs match, you and omar were chilled out together in you two's home in the evening. your fiancé was having a small nap in the living room after an exhausting session of training with his team, which allowed you to take on the bit of housework that omar certainly wouldn't let you lift a finger for if him being awake were the case.

you laundered a good bit of your clothes while he was out of the house training, and now you were finally taking the time to neatly fold and hang your clothes that are now clean. erling's kit from the day before included.

you had a masterplan.

and it took no time to get on it once you it was about time you act on it.

you slipped off the cami that you were already wearing, folding that neatly, before you reached for the burgundy city kit that was face-up, and replaced what you were just wearing as a top, with it.

looking to yourself in your vanity mirror, you smoothed the burgundy athletic fabric over your body.

and the fact that you could already hear stirring from the living room only solidified how certain you were about this being the perfect time to execute your plan - to push omar's buttons.

you were sure this was gonna work on him.

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your omar, looking fine as ever even with a little bit of sleepiness still written in his movements - which were slow and careful, was standing in the dim kitchen getting himself a glass of water.

you slyly watched him, as if he even had a clue you were there, and you could not tear your gaze away from the way his lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, as he delicately sipped, savouring the replenishing feeling a simple glass of water gave him that many would take for granted, for it was the second last sundown until the commencement of ramadan.

he looked so good doing it. the way his adam's apple had shown through as he swallowed, and the way he'd bring the back of his hand to his upper lip as he set down the glass.

you sauntered closer to him with footsteps that made the littlest sound, and smirked at yourself with your plan in mind. you wrapped omar up in a surprise hug from behind, your arms embracing around his waist.

omar grinned at the feeling of your touch, and turned around 180, so that he could made the hug heart to heart. he closed his eyes in bliss, feeling the familiarity of his soon to be wife. "good evening, my love~"

"hey baby~" you replied, trying to play it cool best as possible, not allowing your sneaky plan involving erling's kit to alter your tone into a questionable one. "sleep well?"

"mmh," omar groaned against you, still a bit adorably sleepy. you felt him nod. you giggled and brought your hand to his nape, the weakest amongst all of his spots... feeling his fade.

his senses caught onto the colour that adorned that top half of your body. he hugged you tighter, his hands splayed across your back, rubbing up and down gently.

"mmmhh... love this colour on you, habibti... pretty~"

your lips turned up into a smile and you pulled back to look at omar almost dreamily when he confessed such. the "thank you" you said to him was of the softest voice... you tried to suppress any sneakiness the sound of your voice could convey.

omar returned that sweet look. he was so eager for this sight of you wearing the third kit for the first time. "yes, pretty...

...do a spin quickly for me?"

you were already prepared for what you expected to come your way. so you were feeling yourself, as you gave omar a cute twirl, like you do at his command when it comes down to any sort of outfit that he's just seeing you in.

and lord. the sight of the surname and number on the back of the kit? his eyes narrowed.

"oh, habibti..." omar whispered, his hands caressing your sides up and down.

and suddenly, not a single second was wasted as omar tightened his arms around your waist, lifting you up abruptly, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, elbows rested on his shoulders. you were now sat on the kitchen counter.

your arsenal of comebacks was readied. to hold your own amidst omar getting jealous like the last time all over again.

but, wait a second.

why was he smiling?

not with any visible sort of malice laced within his smile either. it was just, pure... his eyes reflecting the minimal warm lighting that illuminated the kitchen from light strips underneath the cupboards.

oh, he had to be putting up a front, though. smiling to conceal some other feeling that kit you had on was giving him.

"beautiful." omar murmured close to your ear.

it wasn't long before he closed the gap of tension and crashed his lips into yours.

"beautiful? when it's not even his kit i'm wearing? weird..." you thought to yourself... it's not his name and number on the kit...

...is it?

you rolled with it anyway, though. "beautiful?" really? he had to have said that sarcastically.

you could never turn down some steamy kissing with your fiancé. and for some reason, strangely enough, omar was particularly happy about getting to do so in this very moment.

the egyptian having his hands all over you, his lips grazing and locking with yours had you near melting.

you were surprised again once you had felt his large hands grasp underneath your thighs that he was standing in between just a second ago, you again taking hold on him by the shoulders as he carried you where he wanted you.

certainly your plan couldn't have him excited?

you were expecting that jealous omar that you encountered the day that your girona friend's name and number were on your back.

but you went along with it anyways, had you not a clue there was something that your man knows, in which you yourself, don't.

omar's kisses lingered about away from your lips as he carried you, as you felt the soft smacks of his lips on the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your temple. you kept your eyes closed along the way to relish in the sensation the absolute best you could.

you felt yourself being lowered, and in a matter of seconds you were laid by the egyptian footballer on a soft surface - you and omar's bed.

from there on, you opened your eyes just slightly wanting to look at him, but they shut again as soon as omar's mouth found way to your neck to kiss... and lick... and suck.

you tried to catch his drift in the midst of it all - instead of an emotional reaction to another man's name on your back, was he just holding his tongue (in the sense that he'd not speak) ... and just deal with you the way he knew he should in such a situation?

it felt good, nonetheless...

this didn't feel like punishment as you had prospected, though.

"o-omar..."

"shhhh, habibti."

"you know marks show up so easily there, babe... i have places to be tomorrow, please~" you whined, concerned about the hickies omar's passion would inflict unto you, your hand caressing his nape.

"just allow me... you're not getting away from me. not now." he countered.

omar sucked on your neck some more - you could already feel the red marks coming on. that was until he pulled away for air, and stood back up, gesturing to the remaining pieces of clothing from your unfinished chore of folding laundry, which were all piled atop one side of the bed.

"i'm just going to move these, habibti... just on the floor. i'll finish the chores when i've taken care of you."

"if you insist, love."

as omar was about to move your laundered clothes from the bed, he first reached out to a number that had seemed to catch his eye. your eyes followed...

...a burgundy man city kit...

...with "haaland" and the number nine scribed across the back?

omar chuckled. "since when did you have this?"

"omar i- i'm so confused right now..."

"i'm just as confused!"

you stammered, heart racing. omar's expression didn't even convey any sort of agitation, though. he was just smiling with his eyebrow raised, having a bit of a laugh.

"how the heck do i have two third kits, omar?!"

"habibti, the one you're wearing right now was my surprise for you!"

you stopped and stood up, just looking around as any person who'd have no clue what's happening would do. then you caught onto your reflection in the vanity mirror, and turned your back.

there it read;

marmoush. 7.

"see, my surprise! i tossed my kit from yesterday's match with the clothes you wanted to put washing...

...where'd this come from, though!" omar asked, holding up erling's kit.

"i wanted you get onto your nerves on purpose with a kit that wasn't yours!"

omar's laughter grew. "no wonder haaland came back into the dressing room after the rest of us guys with just his long sleeves!"

you began to laugh with him. "yeah! because we got caught up in a chat... he gave me his match kit... and i just took it because, i mean, he's iconic."

still laughing softly at this whole situation, omar shook his head, his vision flickering between you in his kit, and erling's kit that was in his hands.

"oh, sweetie." he dropped erling's kit, and outstretched his arms to you, as he sat back onto the edge of the bed. "come. come here."

and you folded instantly, hurrying to practically pounce into your man's lap, straddling him and stealing a deep kiss from him - which took him by surprise... but he eased into it sooner than anyone could think. omar leant back until he was laying down, you on top of him, the laundry underneath your bodies, forgotten.

that went on for a satisfying bit, and in time you both pulled away simultaneously to look each other in the eyes. omar took your chin between his thumb and index gently.

"silly girl." he smirked.

"omar, stopppp~"

"and you had no idea you were actually wearing my kit, habibti... looking so mine."

"i learned from last time that provoking you could be very fun. that was my intention~"

"so sneaky... you know how to be a little devil, you do."

he kissed you deep again, and you two got the remnants of joyous laughter out together, just thinking about how hysterical it was how events never unfolded according to your plan. the laughter faded slowly, until omar and you were left in a tender moment, one another's foreheads resting against each other's gently.

"but hey..." omar started. "if you are being serious about seeing that side of me...

...i dare you to put on erling's kit one of these days."

[maxx-the-queer]

The release of "Would you Fall in Love With Me Again?" from EPIC coinciding with Dragon Age the Veilguard is honestly perfect because the Solavellan content we are getting out of it is IMMACULATE.

Solas tries to push Lavellan away, his last attempt at trying to keep her safe from him, as he insists, "I am not the man you fell in love with, would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done?"

He is the Dreadwolf, but even that doesn't fully encapsulate all the wrongs he committed. He walks the dinan'shiral, he wants to keep her from the same pain inflicted upon him so many years ago. For all the mistakes he has made, he will not let Lavellan be one of them.

But she refuses. Lavellan hits him with, "I will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don’t care how, where, or when. No matter how long it’s been you’re mine. Don’t tell me you’re not the same person."

She's been waiting for him. Against all odds, against all reason, her love for him endured - var lath vir suledin - and he does not get to walk away this time. He is the man she fell in love with and how dare he insinuate she ever stopped loving him?

Then, as they embrace each other as lovers for the first time in a decade - the leitmotif for "Just a Man," plays, because despite all the horrors and the weight that a title like Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf, carries... He has always been just a man. He is no god.

Solas is no mere spirit parading around as a righteous deity. He is a man with far too much pride, which he finally relinquishes in the arms of the woman he loves. He trades his vision of the old world's return for a life with her.

Where he's going is terrible, but it won't be so bad if she's with him. The regrets he has to face, the remnants of the monster he had to become will haunt him on this journey - but she is there to humble him and remind him that he is just a man.

Despite it all, their love will endure.

[crowttore]

Notes: I have no idea what possessed me and I don't like it. Will probably never write him like this again. Steal this and I'll give you Sarcoptes scabiei var. hominis. Tags: Dottore x reader, nsft, noncon, blood, implied drugging, impromptu dildo, degradation, Omega segment is a warning in itself, 1k Minors DNI

The suggestion had been innocent enough, with Zandik gone for a few weeks it came as no surprise that you found yourself missing the touch of your lover. Worse still was it that his segments made it all the more noticeable.

Dress shoes and metal heels constantly clicking against the cold floors. Both sounds that could herald the approach of any version of him. Against your better judgement, it still had your head perking up and your heart fluttering with anticipation despite knowing it would be at least another week before the original returned.

"Offer them a hand and they'll take an arm."

And how true that had been. The moment you'd stepped foot in their sanctuary, dozens of 'eyes' had immediately locked on your form.

Omega had been quick to brush aside the rest, claiming himself better equipped for the task than the rest. He was, after all, the most advanced of them all.

Nestled against his chest, the temperature a little above what Zandik's skin usually was, it was easy to ignore the low whirring sound from where a heart should be.

Pain flared through your nerves, pulling you from the peaceful slumber with a strangled screech. Your skin felt like it was on fire, melting from within and dripping onto the-

Onto what should have been cotton sheets. Instead, your fingers traced along a smooth, cold surface. Metal.

"Does it really hurt that bad? Poor little lamb, let me help," Zandik - no Omega - cooed in your ear, voice eerily saccharine.

A small chuckle followed his words, mingling with your own whimper as another surge of pain invaded your senses. Moving was impossible, something as freezing as the table keeping your limbs tethered.

Omega's beaked mask scratched along your cheek, and you swore blood trickled in its wake. Focusing was difficult as your head throbbed, only made worse by how sharp the lights were. Even squinting, you could only faintly make out the details of Omega's lips with your blurry vision.

Heavy limbs and a fogged mind. The explanation was logical. But he would never- a segment yes, but still your lover. Part of him at least.

A gloved hand struck your cheek, centering you for long enough to look down at yourself in horror. Undressed. Knees pinned to the vivisection table. You couldn't see anyone else in the room, thankful for that small mercy from Omega.

"This's not," your tongue felt heavy, the effort of shaping words more arduous than expected, "what I 'greed to.."

It felt like being torn apart, a wounded beast crying out when something put pressure between your legs.

Your attempts at thrashing against the restraints were only met with a shake of his head, "Details were never specified. What you requested was for one of us to fill in for the original, now don't be ungrateful," Omega tutted.

The ceiling had started spinning above you, tears streaking down your cheeks with every press of whatever Omega was currently forcing into your body. It felt like you were going to burst, the invasive object rearranging your gut and pushing the air from your lungs.

"He'd.. he'd never.." Your words came out as nothing more than breathless gasps and choked sobs. Wanting desperately to separate the Segment from your beloved Zandik, you had to close your eyes.

Another sharp slap to your cheek made your body clench down around the foreign object now being pistoned in and out of you. The taste of iron was heavy on your tongue from how hard you'd bit down on your lip.

"He would," Omega sounded far too satisfied, gloved fingers digging into your cheeks until you whimpered in pain, "there we go, passing out isn't an option darling. There's nothing of interest to me if you aren't screaming." He punctuated his words with a particularly harsh thrust that had your eyes flying open once more.

His mask had been discarded, leaving you staring up into the red core that you swore glinted with elation. Whatever had been working your body open was situated between his legs, abusing your hole with every thrust. It shouldn't be possible. Zandik had long since abandoned biological accuracy with the segments, which meant Omega himself had prepared for this.

As though sensing the confusion in your foggy mind, Omega grinned, "Have you never wondered why the original is so gentle with you? Never considered that there are parts he keeps hidden from you?"

You had. It was impossible not to. Nothing coherent left your lips, the pain having slowly turned to dim pleasure once his pace had slowed down.

"You cannot sate his desires, not without being broken. Do not delude yourself into thinking otherwise. This," Omega snapped his hips forward, the motion pulling a shrill scream from your lungs, "is just a taste of what 'Your Zandik' really is."

His movements stopped abruptly, leaving an ache growing in its wake and your body squirming. With a scoff, Omega leaned forward, an uncharacteristically bitter tone lacing his words, "We don't hesitate. We never let trivial matters distract us from the grand picture. You are making him weak."

A firm hand pressed down on your abdomen, the feeling making you cough and splutter while your eyes rolled back. There were no more tears left to shed, only a burning sting behind your eyes.

"The least you can do," Omega sneered into your ear, "is prove that you will not abandon him when his composure finally snaps."

Without warning, your body was left harrowingly empty as Omega pulled away, giving you a brief glimpse of the thick metal rod that had been strapped to his hips. Too tired to acknowledge the slick clinging to the surface, you tried weakly to lift your arms once more as the pain from your exposed position resurfaced with the lack of pleasure to distract you.

"...please," you silently sobbed, hoping he had finished making his point.

He merely hummed, tossing the makeshift dildo onto a table with a loud clang that made you flinch. "You aren't quite done yet, I believe a few of the others would like a word with you as well while the original is gone."

Dottore Masterlist

[ar-ghilas-vir-banal]

When I first played DAI, I found Solas callous and cold. He aggravated me with how bull headed he was about his plans and not listening. Still does in that regard. But what upset me so much was how he treated the Inquisitor.

Just. Broke her heart. For nothing. And he was so scant with his affection that you can tell she drank up whatever drops he spilled out for her. Like in Crestwood when he touches her cheek, the woman is so touch starved that she touches her face in shock.

But now I realize what was happening with that enraging man and I can’t hate him for it. It was never meant to be cruel. He adored her. So much that despite knowing he had to follow through, he knew the price of it would be what shreds of goodness he still had. Even in DAV, Rook can accuse him of being just like Elgar’nan and all Solas says is “I know.” He knows what he is.

And that kind of person would only take Lavellan’s love for him and use it to control and eventually destroy her. If she’d been there the night Varric was killed, he’d have killed her in the heat of the moment. If she’d confronted him before he’d been worn down again, beaten down to the ground physically, it wouldn’t have worked. And he’s still trying to go through with it right up until Mythal, with her final key for the chains wrapped around and within that man, finally does something.

Solas didn’t leave her because he grew tired of her or “couldn’t be distracted.” He left because he was terrified of her seeing what he’d become. If she was close enough to see that, she’d be close enough for it to hurt, and she would either come to hate him or she wouldn’t even get that chance. He loved her. He couldn’t just let that happen.

When she snarled “Var lath vir suledin” at him through her pain, his reply was “I wish it could.” It doesn’t mean “our love is too weak for this.” It means “I am becoming something that will destroy what we have and even though ending it is cutting my own heart out, I’d rather this pain than for us to become what the Evanuris did. Remember me as Solas. You will always be my Vhenan.”

I think that’s why Lavellan never stopped loving him. Because she knew he still loved her. Even if it was very confusing. But the beautiful unhinged Lavellan girl you are you’re own flavor of obsessed thing that Solas she sees him again, he reminds her of what he’s done like “I TOLD YOU, DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHAT I DID?!”

To which she snaps back without missing a beat: “I FORGIVE YOU!” and sounds so exasperated, like OF COURSE I DO!!

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

I AM NOT HAVING A NORMAL ONE TONIGHT

I think I hauvecovid

[bumblingbabooshka]

Idk how to explain this but in my heart I know that Tuvok listens to the Vulcan version of a podcast that's like...This American Life where people come on and tell a story about something that happened to them and there's a billion episodes and it's the only thing he'll play other than spiritual music during trips. If you don't want to listen to either of those things he's going to enforce silence. Tuvok and T'Pel definitely listened to Var t' Vuhlkansu (Stories of Vulcan) together every evening they could even when he was on a ship somewhere - they called and just listened to an episode in silence. In the Delta Quadrant he still listens to it (old episodes as he has no access to new ones) alone in his quarters but I think Kes came in while he was listening once and stayed to listen to the rest which surprised Tuvok. Then she and Neelix and she and Tuvok (separately) started listening to some episodes together - she and Tuvok far more consistently than she and Neelix. Kes really liked the program and though Neelix initially found it boring he started listening again after Kes left and started finding it comforting. Sometimes talks to Tuvok about an episode that really captured his attention! At a certain point there's an episode where Neelix pesters Tuvok to tell a little story for a new segment on A Briefing with Neelix titled 'Tales from Voyager' where each member of the crew (over the course of several months) tells a story about some impactful moment in their life whether it's funny, sad, strange, etc. Tuvok does NOT want to even though it's good for morale and it helps you get to know people and it's absolutely harmless and you have nothing to lose by saying yes and everyone's doing it and also I asked the Captain and she said you have to. ("Fine.") Episode ends on a gag where The Doctor spends the whole episode writing and re-writing and agonizing over what story he's to tell...adding sound effects and having others voice act the other characters...writing his opus...a tale almost Shakespearean in its drama, wit, and intrigue...and then Tuvok's story which is incredibly mundane and told in a dry, matter of fact way, is an absolute HIT and everybody loves it. Tuvok is not pleased with this outcome. The Doctor even less so.

[haveihitanerve]

Ze Blackberry Is Here. Back with more commentary. Y'all know the drill, hope you enjoy :)

“Its gonna be OSCAR nominated! BAFTA award winning!” I believe it! (truthfully, i have never seen this skit before, so this will be my first time watching it, I know, I know, shame, i've been a fan for a little under a year and i've never seen Ze Blackberry? But im here to remedy that now, and I believe it'll be beautiful and oscar winning)

Tom making eye contact with AJ and grabbing his chair and AJ just following suit- they communicate without words i love it

Also side note- Aj has hair..... anyway now carry on

“Captured by ze germans!” AJ’s side glance over his shoulder at Luke as he says it- cheeky little shit :)

“Look at ‘em, the Aryan look.” Sam enjoyed that one :) Aj chuckling at his own joke too

“Oh! If he was only a foot and a half taller he’d be a perfect nazi!” Of course we have to go for the cheap shot, love it!!- also- Aj already cracking before he finishes the joke, beautiful, he knew where it was going

Luke’s smile and side eye- gorgeous boy

Tom and Aj cracking when they see Sam- honestly wow, they were much more relaxed with laughing on stage from what i can see lol- Aj literally looks to the heavens like “give me strength!!”

“Oh my god! Its Hanz van Purple Buerer!” stellar joke AJ, really: 10/10

Luke laughing in the corner

The person who screeched with laughter in the audience that it sounded like a door being opened has my heart- so real

“The blackberry himself has come to deal with us.” AJ's snort of laughter, Luke’s slow smile, and Sam’s resigned grin as he looks at his outfit

“JA! Ze Blackberry is here.” Perfect quote. 10/10

“Hello my little pocket sized aryan” i knew he loved the joke- also idk what Luke does just then, but it looks really cool- the little foot tap together of a soldier standing at attention or smth idk

Luke just reciting his NPC German phrases he knows XD (as a german tho, decent accent, pretty good)

Tom and AJ absolutely baffled XD- genuinely asking “did he just sniff his ear?” with such concern- priceless lol- “i think he wants to fuck him” idk why aj emphasized, or rather didn't, fuck, but it really adds something... je ne sais quoi

“Just flying a plane, over berlin-” Aj chuckling because he knows damn well that was a bad excuse wtf Tom’s gonna make it sooo much worse XD “just normally!” there it is!

“During ZE SEKOND VORLD VAR!?!?!” Sam- woah

“I call it a good time to goooo…” Hes really looking for an excuse here- “parachuting” nailed it, perfect delivery- he wont suspect a thing

“Les frere parachutes!” Ok Aj, flaunt that french i see you

Sam smacking Tom(not literally, they havent gotten to that point yet- but just wait until Old Lady Margaery) and Aj also flinching- grinning before Sam even says anything because he knows, he just knows he shouldn't have

“ZHAT IS HOW YOU ZLAP ZE MASTER WAY!!!” The slap was so good Sam had to break the fourth wall lmaooo

“Von ponte!” Idk why thats funny- but AJ laughed immediately after saying it, so its probably a french joke of a location or smth??? Or not at all?? Idk im not french

AJ’s genuine look at concern over to Tom when sam said “staler and harder” 

“Don't- don't let them make me get hard!” AJ has given up and is now just looking down trying not to break- real

“Oh i think he wants- *uncontrollably afraid head nodding* they both want the fucking-” 

“In many ways thats better, its better as a two way street” Tom our consensual king… that sounded wrong- but consent matters!

AJ’s scream of genuine terror XD

“Then maybe you'll have a, you know, you'll come in like 70 years for a bit and it'll be weird and then you'll fuck off again!” Tom getting into actual history, love when they do that, adds intentional and unintentional humor- also love how the girl(sry idk her name) has just decided she does not want to be a part of whatever the fuck this is and is just watching

AJ’s singing!!!!! YAY!!! (actually one of the most compelling reasons why i wanted to watch this lmaoo) also the way he makes eye contact with Luke and immediately breaks mid song

Sam being a random unidentified animal as Tom casually strokes his back- for absolutely no reason but they couldn't let Aj be the only weird one in the scene- solidarity ig??? Whatever the reason its fucking hilarious

“Im- in the wrong place.” yes AJ wtf are you doing XD???

“How are you Sarah?” YES UNIDENTIFIED WOMAN!!! MAKE LUKE FEMALE!!!

The eruption of laughter as Luke contemplates how to handle this new piece of information about himself

“Well he didn't come ‘ome so!” Fair point, fair point

“You're being- ridicule.” the casual slipping in of random french words they picked up from duolingo, or, y'know, AJ ig, is beautiful

“I know of an admirer” Audience member: oooh Luke: *shoots them a glance, eyebrow raised* idk man any interaction with the audience and im a sucker for it-

“Ok Xavier will have to wait until Jean-Luc is “officially dead” then” idk who this girl is but shes funny XD-

“She said i would also meet a man called Javier.” *does quick calculations of how many people are already characters and how many more plots they can afford to fit into the already moving script….* “But I already met him and he was… very ugly.” Luke- lmaoo

Aj- my king i love you

THE WAY THE GIRL LITERALLY HAS TO TURN AWAY WHEN TOM ENTERS

REAL

Can i just mention real fast- when AJ collapses, faints, wtv- Tom tries to catch him before realizing that “oh its part of the bit ok” -like??? His arm swings back because he was trying to be a support for Aj to lean against, not expecting him to completely swoon to the floor- anyway they're cute

“No no no no-” oh here comes the scene *the writer is giddy with excitement* “i will give her, ze kiss of life.” *then genuinely surprises Aj with a kiss because his hand twitches with the movement XD* “I could ‘ave mimed it, but i deed not” Tom you absolute king-

*licks Luke’s hand like a weirdo* like lol Tom what was that???

“I don't know the french word for mice-” *AJ has been summoned* i just love how he spawns in, so ready to share his native language, its too cute 

And Tom promptly picking up on it :)))))) so cute

“To keep me satisfiiiiiiied.” The chair tilt- ughnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn *deceased*

Also- Luke is completely at ease. He’s a bit surprised, sure, but he keeps his legs floating, crossed, has complete faith that Tom will keep him steady and is not worried at all about finding stability himself- they’re so fucking adorable help-

Toms hand on his neck 😭

“Do not be afraid. Xavier is here.” Well i've never felt safer in my life so-

“Im just a bit lonellyyyy” lmao this girl is fun! “Make sure you get the right buttock, its the good one! But the left one is good as well!” Ofc it is Xavier, of course

“III am a man.” thank you for making sure we know that Xavier…

SAM AND AJ!!!! WHAT !!!! XD IM DYING!!! They planned out, and then actually went through with, meeting on opposite sides of the stage, wearing their medieval helmets, and decided to charge at each other, in that exact moment- fuck i love them sm omg- XD

AJ’s little finger flick to indicate Tom to come over 😭 subtle things and i love them so much-

Tom: *casually yeets himself across stage*

“I can feel it in the… breeze.” smooth aj, makes sense, yes yes ofc ofc, very airtight reasoning

“Its- its the- nazi looking guy!” LMAOOO poor luke XD

“FRANCOISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” AJ has a lot of breath support damn

The silence as Sam continues clopping along, debating whether or not to point out that girl- i really should learn her name- just casually jumped onto a moving wagon or smth idk lol

AJ: *just casually starts sobbing* Sams wife: if you’re thirsty you could just drink it!!! LMAOOOOO

“By the way while you were captured,*AJ smiling already because he knows what's coming* the nazis occupied us.” both laugh. cuties

“BIG HANDS! This is big Hans.” Sam not being able to speak in order to not burst out laughing. I know AJ is so glad to have a pumpkin covering his face so he can laugh lmaooo

“Well you could have surrendered better.” Sam having to look down to laugh XD

“No zey, zey really couldn't.” Luke- you're german yeah? Not french…

“We are French, we are very good at surrendering.” poor AJ lmaooo XD

“That joke would be dated, but its 1942 so…” setting a time period, nice work Tom lol

“Les coqs! Hah!” Luke just wants to be French atp lmaooo

Tom walking right through the stagecraft horses. Tsk tsk

“Reach in there, grab a big coq and eat it.” he saw the joke and he took it, golden. 

Luke: *casually stroking AJ’s hair and entire face without any regard* love them so much omg-

I said it once and ill say it again: their slow motion stuff is sooooo good, especially because usually only one person starts it- like AJ- and its subtle at first, but the others pick up on it so fast it quickly becomes noticeable but like they notice it before the audience- anyway…

“Lets go- fuck!” …. “What???” "WHAT???" “It doesn't matter!” No i think it does aj what were you going to say????

*speedy horse noises*

Sam and Aj moving in time together as they transition to the next scene 😭they're always so in sync it hurts

The way the camera angle only sees Luke, and then Tom’s leg just appears. Beautiful cinematography. the cameraman knows what the people want😏

“I am an improvised comedian, it does not pay well *pouts*” I feel like you're bringing a lot of reality into this scene Frankie…

Luke cant even laugh, its true 😭

Damnnnnn. Like i've seen Xavier edits ofc, but now i've seen the play and now i know- gawddddsss

“If you are such a man zen why are u not fighting ‘or francez freedohm?” Oh damn Sarah does not play- yes Jean-Luc your wife still has faith in you… i hope. Pls give me a luke/aj relationship- pls(so far they haven't even been in one scene together as a married couple 😭)

“Chat got your tongue?” … i laughed wayyy too hard at that and Luke looks wayyy to proud of it too…

“Im doing a lovely job ‘ere.” yes you are queen, yes you are

“Thought you said it wasn't dirty- its horrible.” yes queen!!! Tell him!!! “Look at it!” she sounds so genuinely disappointed. “Its dust! You know what dust is? Its skin. Human skin and rat poo.” girl you keep monologuing till your heart is content this is wonderful

Tom and Luke are too stunned to speak :0

“Are you quite finished?” damn Luke… tt. “I mean im not if im honest about it..” yes queen!!!! Don't let him interrupt you XD

“Do you want to know what-” *blinks in trilingual* “am i german am i french?” shakespeare ok

DAMN that slap was perfect! And this is a time when its still fake, i see i see lol

“Viva la france!” Audience member: viva la france! Loving this solidarity lol

“Im off now.” “oh fuck off already!” Sarah is done  lmaooo

Aj coming in with the French… what is it called? Battle cry of France? Slogan? Whatever Fraternity, Egalite and Eternite is for France… i should truly know what its called… slogan… ok whatever i'm digressing-

“That is right. I was tortured by.. *thinks back to very beginning of play* two men… getting... with each other next to me..” *said while looking at one of said men and having just ridden other said man into the scene* also wow- how did, whoever suggested it, suggest that idea???? Anyway-

“They are always doing that the nazis.” Casually Sam and Luke being the ones to say it…

“I just wanted to tease ‘im a little bit. I’m french its in my nature!!!” even Sam is flabbergasted that he said it right to AJ’s face lmaooo

“So where is your kni- awww.” Tom was so ready lol

“When i say knife… I mean HUGE katana.” *laughs* idk why but this sentence just tickles my brain properly for some reason 

“Ye-es?” Sam i cant. Aj struggling not to laugh, Tom questioning how he can hit Sam without messing up the scene, and Luke just going for the joke- “where did you get my dildo?” priceless XD

“Thats a good… whatever you are.” thats what we all want to know too, but its safer not to ask…

Sam singing epic fight song. Glorious

The blood- i cant breathe- XD

This just might be the best possible kiss scene in all of SFTH history omg- the way Luke walks to AJ- cups his cheeks, then wraps his arms around his neck as AJ hugs him completely, turning so that Luke is dipped low, and Luke’s legs go limp, trusting AJ to hold him up without any fear, its so cute and so tender and omg i love them sm-

ANyway that was Oh My God, Is This A Joke? Very glad i finally got around to watching it, absolutely beautiful play as always boys, wow, and AJ still had hair, anyway gorgeous. 

Also i feel the need to point out that in this one every single person was trying to get with Luke at one point or another. Thats all. Byebye now!

@dawn-speckled @snek-of-eden

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

okay, monster!au characters reaction to Yuu(s) having hiccups. Like the high pitch squeaky toy type of hiccup. I feel like it would be seen as cute to concerning by everyone depending on how long they last.

Hiccups can be extremely annoying to the one experiencing them (and sometimes be painful), but highly entertaining to observers! 😆 I remember at one point that my nephew had a little trick to get someone to stop having the hiccups by asking them a completely random question, like, “What did you say about [insert random thing]?” and the sheer confusion and attempt to clarify what was going on would end up stopping the hiccups!

The trick kinda loses its effectiveness when you use the same phrase over and over again though, so shaking it up a little might work!

Anyway, it’s not uncommon for animals to get the hiccups either, though the pitch and duration will vary. As such, most monster species experiencing them tend to be less vocal than us humans. Now imagine that Yuu gets these high-pitched hiccups in the middle of class one day. >v>

/--------------/

Yuu: *stirring their cauldron in potionology* “How’re the ingredients coming along, Grim?”

Grim: “Mrrrgh…this is too tedious. Why can’t I stir and you prepare the ingredients?”

Yuu: “Because the last time we tried that, you slipped on the book pile and fell in. We had to start all over again!”

Grim: “Okay, okay, sheesh! What do we need first?”

Yuu: “First, we need…three grams of wild chicory.” *takes dish and pours contents into the cauldron* “Next, we need a—[hic!]”

Grim: “Need a what?”

Yuu: “We need a—[hic!]”

Grim: “Eh?”

Yuu: *getting frustrated* “Pass me the—[hic!]—the—[hic!]—oh for the love of—[HIC!!]—ow!”

Grim: “Fygah?!”

Deuce: “What was that?? Are you okay?!”

Yuu: “What? You mean the hi—[hic!]—ccups?”

Ace: “That’s what human hiccups sound like?”

Crewel: *stalks over* “Why are you pups yapping instead of working?”

Grim: “Yuu has the hiccups!”

Crewel: “Hiccups?”

Deuce: “They sound so…squeaky.”

Yuu: “[HIC!!!] Ow!”

Crewel: *looking concerned* “Do you need to go to the nurse?”

Yuu: “I’m fine, really! They’ll—[hic!]—go away eventual—[hic!]—ly.”

///Two hours later in Magical History///

Yuu: “Ugh…I hate thi—[hic!]—is!”

Ace: “Dude, how long are hiccups supposed to last for humans?”

Yuu: “It var—[hic!]—ies. Ow…”

Ace: *ears twitch* “Are…you okay? That sounded like it hurt.”

Yuu: “Yeah, like I said, it hap—[hic!]—pens. Never had them last thi—[hic!]—is long tho—[hic!]—ugh.”

*Trein continues teaching the class, Yuu’s hiccups getting progressively more frequent as they try to stifle it. They try everything they can, from holding their breath to taking slow sips of water, but they end up getting more and more embarrassed as students stare at them and Trein gives them a concerned and annoyed look at the same time*

Yuu: “Can this g—[hic!]—et any—[hic!]—worse…?”

Crowley: *drops in out of nowhere* “Pop quiz!”

All except Trein: “Gah!?”

Yuu: “………”

Deuce: “…Yuu, your hiccups are gone!”

Yuu: “They are?” *pauses* “They are! Thank you, headmaster!”

Crowley: “Hm? Oh, well, you’re welcome, Yuu!”

Trein: “You have no idea why they’re even thanking you, do you?”

Crowley: “The fact that a student thanked me in the first place is more than enough to know I’m doing my job right, Mozus.”

///Later///

Ace: “Wait, so you mean that humans scare each other to get rid of hiccups?”

Yuu: “Yeah, that’s why when the headmaster jumped in like he did, I got surprised and the hiccups went away.”

Deuce: “How does that even work?”

Yuu: “I……don’t really know. But it can be effective, if a little bad for the heart at tim-”

???: “Screeeeeeaaaah-!!”

Yuu: *looks up as a large shadow charges at them* “AAAAAAAA-!!!”

WHUMP!!

Ace: “Gyah! Floyd? What the heck, what’d you do that for?!”

Floyd: *holding Yuu in his arms* “Hahaha! Why not? Lil’ Shrimpy has the funniest reactions when Seagull does the same thing.”

Yuu: *looking panicked and horrified* “[Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic! Hic!!]”

Floyd: “Eh? Why’s Shrimpy making that sound?”

Ace: “Ugh…and we just got the hiccups to stop.”

Grim: “Wait, I thought scaring humans got rid of them, but scaring them can cause them too??”

Yuu: “Just—[hic!]—get me—[hic!]—some wat—[hic!]—er!”

///------///

And there we have it! The good news is that Yuu will definitely have plenty of help getting rid of the next round of hiccups. The bad news is that it may not be so good for their heart with how terrifying some of the monster boys can be. 🤣

By the way, the last part was inspired by the last strip of a Calvin and Hobbes comic where Calvin had the hiccups, and was trying all sorts of tricks to get rid of them. Believe me, it was a tossup between Floyd and Rook in terms of who was going to pull that stunt at the end!

[wooahoe]

aerieverse!shuaeriechan headcanons/lore…

but i can give you all my love, free love

free love; wtfdmbfdn…au!joshua hong + wtfdmbfdn…!lee chan + aerie

dory’s notes: because i am a church oppa joshua truther and also these three are currently my roman empire (im writing a fic for them but im procrastinating so uhhh)

ALSO HI GANG IM BACK FROM THE DEAD 😭

aerieverse mlist — 🎧 saranghey❕dory’s playlist

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aerieverse!shuaerie who grew up with together, because their moms were best friends

aerieverse!shuaerie who grew up as best friends, and everyone telling them that they’d end up together

aerieverse!joshua who was there for her through her relationship and breakup with a certain rapper

aerieverse!joshua who found out that aerie was his soulmate, only for him to keep that information from her so that she could have time to heal

aerie slapped him when he finally told her, only to pull him into a kiss immediately after

aerieverse!shuaerie whose dynamic was basically the same except they got to kiss !! added bonus imo

that is, until they met lee chan

aerieverse!joshua who met chan at a church almost a year after he and aerie had started dating, and found out that he was going to attend pledis academy

aerieverse!joshua who thought that aerie was going to believe him as soon as he told her

aerieverse!joshua was wrong

aerie thought that joshua was joking

until she heard her supposed soulmate’s voice

휴ㅠㅠ…저의 가족은 보고 싶어. 익산에 가고 시퍼…왜르게 사람인 많아?

(sigh…i miss my family. i want to go back to iksan…why are there so many people?)

lee chan did not want to be here. large crowds weren’t the problem, but church meant that he actually had to interact with these people. and that meant speaking english.

he sucked at english.

a girl wearing a hoodie two times too large for her frame plopped down in the chair next to him, and a taller boy slid into the one next to her. the girl studied him for a moment, before giving the taller boy a look that chan couldn’t understand the meaning of. he tilted his head slightly, confused, until she began interrogating the now-disgruntled boy next to her while the taller one looked on, almost exasperated.

“너 찬이다. 이찬.”

you’re chan. lee chan. (extremely informal)

it wasn’t a question.

he crossed his arms.

“너 누군지?”

who are you? (informal)

the taller boy smacked the girl upside the head and gave chan an apologetic look.

“미안해요, 그녀는 이 애린 지현이고 저는 홍 조슈아 지수이에요.”

i’m sorry about her, she’s aerin jihyun lee and i’m joshua jisoo hong. (relatively formal)

the girl rubbed her head and shot joshua a glare, and then spoke again.

“저를 애리라고 불러줘. 그리고 당신은 우리의 소울메이트이다.”

call me aerie. and i think you’re our soulmate. (relatively informal, but more formal than earlier)

wait. she said our.

chan’s eyes widened.

aerieverse!chan who had a million different things running through his mind as soon as he heard the words our soulmate

aerieverse!chan who didn’t believe them at first, until aerie asked him if he knew mandarin or english

turns out he can speak mandarin. who knew?

aerieverse!chan who took the news pretty well, and so did his parents after they got over their shock

(if you’ve read my aerieverse!lee chan hcs, it does end with chan’s mom hanging up.)

(this is because her phone died lmao)

aerieverse!chan who was worried about ruining their dynamic because…well, they were the couple of the la campus, and he was a transfer student

aerieverse!shuaerie who chew him out after noticing his odd behavior (aerie chews him out, affectionately, of course, and joshua comforts him)

aerieverse!shuaeriechan are the cutest omllll

aerieverse!aeriechan who are a little bit possessive over joshua, because everyone and their mother is attracted to him

aerieverse!joshua just thinks they’re being nice

aerieverse!shuaeriechan FOREHEAD KISSES. AND CUDDLE PILES.

aerieverse!shuachan who are always aerie’s test subjects for songs or lyrics

aerieverse!shuaerie who are chan’s victims for choreo tests

except it just ends up being aeriechan debating the merits of different variants of different moves and steps

aerieverse!shua who never fails to bring them bento boxes once he’s in college and basically does whatever tf he wants because he’s still at pledis lmao

aerieverse!joshua being aeriechan’s safe place when life gets too hard

and aeriechan being joshua’s safe place when he inevitably collapses because life sucks

yes they watch kpop demon hunters and shuaerie immediately agree that chan is zoey

aerieverse!joshua throws a pillow at aeriechan and tackles them when they say that aerie is mira and therefore joshua, by default, is rumi

aerieverse!shuaeriechan fall asleep there, in a pile of blankets and pillows and tangled limbs

aerieverse!minghao (😱😱) sneaks in with jun (😱😱) and snaps a picture

“可愛”, jun whispers.

cute.

minghao, putting his phone back in his sweater pocket, hums happily in agreement and rests his head on jun’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

they stay like that for a while, admiring their sleepy friends before heading back to bed.

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a/n: GODDD I NEED TO FINISH THAT JUNHAO FIC OMLL

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[theoretically-writing-fics]

Okay so if Donella is basically unable to use or be affected by magic in any way, then what if Ulla was the opposite? I always found it weird how Donella was the one to trap Ulla in the library, cause like. when would she have the time to trap her. she's gathering her troops, so she's a bit busy.

SO, to fix this, I decided that as a side affect of keeping Donella out and away, Ulla begun to rely on magic to continue living. She's technically half-alive though. She doesn't have a complete physical form, so she often appears see-through and its really disturbing.

The way she learns she can possess things is when she's reading a book and she's not able to focus, so she thinks if she possesses it, she'll just absorb all the knowledge. It works, but it makes her feel incredibly sick (not like she can feel sick anymore), and she didn't learn a thing about the book. So when she possesses Varian, she can't access his thoughts or anything.

She kinda destroyed/shut down the portal after throwing Donella out, but she knows that she's practically bound to the library, so if the library was ever unlocked again, she knew that if she left, she'd just disintegrate. Possessing Varian would probably be easier than possessing anyone else, because another of my HCs (that I may have stole from VTT) is that Var has a slight connection to the moonstone, and it's easier to possess magical things if you are magic. The same does not apply with proper ghosts, as seen in s1 with Ruth.

The library would also stop working properly for Ulla, mainly because it didn't like her, but also because she was living off of too much unstable magic, making the whole library unstable. Really putting into perspective how powerful Ulla is.

[mbep]

DAV Solavellan ending musings

This is too long to post on Twitter so it's going here, on the blog I haven't touched in years, because I have to scream into the void. I can't possibly compete with the hardcore Solavellans who have been following this saga for a long time (I only got into DA last year by playing DAI and the DLCs) so this isn't a comprehensive or deep analysis by any means, but I love them all the same.

I got into DA because the Twitter algorithm put Solavellans on my timeline and I am eternally grateful for that. I already knew all the story beats (and the big reveal that he's Fen'harel) before playing DAI and I enjoyed catching the moments where he's obviously hiding something. The scene in Crestwood and the parting in Trespasser still made me emotional, even knowing what was coming.

The final scene in DAV was short, but no less meaningful. I think that was mostly to avoid creating such a big gulf between romanced and non-romanced Inquisitors and I'm glad Bioware didn't create that inequality, on behalf of the non-Solasmancers.

The first thing I will say is that Gareth David-Lloyd does a phenomenal job with the acting. They've been great since DAI, and they're a big reason why Solas is such a charming, nuanced and compelling character. The whispered "vhenan", the strained "Mythal", the sobbing, how quiet "ar ghilas vir banal" is… They deserve at least an award (all of them in fact) for that.

The animation is amazing too: how Solas doubles over when Mythal finally acknowledges how she set him on this path and shares the blame, his wet eyes and facial expressions looking at the Inquisitor… The thing I love most is him not looking back when leaving, and her putting her hand on his shoulder as they enter the Fade. Very Orpheus and Eurydice, but he does what Orpheus could not: he does not look back. He trusts that she is there and if she is not and has a sudden change of heart and leaves him, he will not blame her. But she is there, and lays a guiding hand on his shoulder; "Ma ghilana, vhenan", as the Inquisitor tells him in Trespasser.

There are a lot of Trespasser parallels and a lot of people more knowledgeable that I have analysed them, but I love how much this scene is a response to that. So here's my two cents: "I walk the din'anshiral. There is only death on this journey." = "I am here, walking the dinan'shiral with you." Weirdly they spell "din'anshiral" differently in the subtitles LOL I personally think the Trespasser spelling is correct. This is the line that hits hardest, in my opinion. She says this the first time they see each other again, when they don't even know they are leaving together. She means that all this time, the years apart, she has walked with him. She has not stopped searching for him, trying to find a way to change his heart (as the epilogue of Trespasser says). All this time he thought he was alone, she was there with him: both have been feeling the pain of their separation, the burden that his duty to Mythal has put on each of them (him having to fix their mistakes and her trying to change his mind), the regret they both have that things might have gone differently.

"Var lath vir suledin." "I wish it could, vhenan." = "There is no fate but the love we share." The translation from elven is very sweet, but a very interesting choice. In elven she actually says "Banal nadas. Ar lath ma, vhenan." Two sentences that Solas says in DAI: "Banal nadas." / "Nothing is known for certain." Said by Solas to the nightmare demon in the Fade when it taunts him by saying "Your pride is responsible for everything that has gone wrong; you will die alone." The same quest reveals that Solas's greatest fear is dying alone. She reminds him of what he said then, that the nightmare demon is wrong: he is not alone, he can change that fate. "Ar lath ma, vhenan." Solas's confession of love to the Inquisitor. I don't think she ever actually tells him she loves him in DAI. Eight-ish years later, she says it back to him, proving that their love did indeed find a way to endure.

"I cannot bear to think of you alone." = "But you do not have to go alone." He is once again leaving to right a wrong. In Trespasser, he was leaving to do what he thought was best, what he wanted to do to fix his mistakes. Here, he is leaving to seek atonement, to soothe hurts not with violence, but repentance. And she once again offers to go with him. (I personally didn't choose this dialogue option in Trespasser because I don't think my Inquisitor agreed with what he wanted to do, but it's a very sweet line nonetheless) This time, with all that has changed, he is more open to letting her go with him, but he still cautions her: "Where I am going is terrible." I love the translation of her reply: "It won't be terrible if you're with me," because the order of the pronouns is interesting to me. Not sure if it's intentional, but I feel like I would have said "It won't be terrible if I'm with you." It's very subtle, but I think there is a difference: "if I'm with you" puts a lot of emphasis on the Inquisitor, i.e. "I make things better"; "if you're with me" means the same thing but it's humbler, less prideful, i.e. "I will be there for you to make things better".

The parallels in animation are also great. The way he turns when she speaks as he's leaving, the bow when he says "ir abelas, vhenan"… THE KISS. God, the way they hold hands like they do in Trespasser is insane.

The music in this scene is the best in the game, and it's a crime that it's not on the official soundtrack. Not just the atonement music, but the way it shifts into "Lost Elf Theme" from Trespasser once the Inquisitor steps forward gives this scene the emotional weight the music in DAV honestly doesn't have. The music is a big part of why I cried watching this.

Side notes:

-My Inquisitor looks nothing like she did in DAI LOL Hey, I was already hours into CC, it frustrated me that the presets were so different from DAI and I did not have the patience to tweak everything. Also I'm horrible at distinguishing faces. She still looks pretty so I guess she got a glow up during their time apart LOL Vivienne and Leliana took her to get a makeover in Val Royeaux.

-The DAV soundtrack honestly isn't bad. I enjoy quite a few tracks on it; "Where the Dead Must Go" and "Not the Chosen One" are among my favorites. The main theme isn't compelling though, and "The Dread Wolf" track would have made a better main theme (it's the best track on the album). The OST lends the atmosphere that music is supposed to, but it doesn't have the character on its own that the music in DAI does (thank you, Trevor Morris). I could be anywhere in the world doing anything and if I heard the DAI main theme I would lose my mind. "Lost Elf Theme" always makes me so emotional; it's a plea, a feeling of hopefulness and being resigned to one's fate at the same time.

[cysomen]

i'm normal about cypher's home again card. i'm normal about the fact that the leaves in front of him are probably a specific cultivar of spearmint leaves (Mentha spiata var. crispa 'Moroccan' but its common name is Moroccan mint or nana mint, though technically the latter refers to a different cultivar) and you may think: well why is that significant, and it's because recognized cultivars of any plant mean they're significantly different from other cultivars to be named as such. that is all to say, cypher can't get this type of mint anywhere else.

specific cultivars of mint aren't incredibly difficult to get (especially in this day and age) but i'd like to think him drinking mint tea with fresh leaves is a nod to the fact that he probably drinks the dried kind while on base; cypher could have a live mint plant he has propagated or grown himself, although the chance of him being able to keep it alive while actively doing missions is not very high. so it's significant to the concept of being "home again"; that is, he gets to drink it the way that's most familiar to him.

secondly, Moroccan mint tea is primarily served to guests, which puts the perspective of the card into question. he hasn't removed his mask, of course, and seemingly no other glasses have been poured and/or set with herbs. so he either prepared the tray himself (which would be weird for him to set it with three glasses if he's removing his mask while alone to drink) or he was given it already prepared, highlighting the fact he's only pouring one glass. it could be that he's meeting with someone, and has only poured the tea for himself out of politeness, but that's just an interpretation of it.

that does create the concept of cypher, while on base, only being able to drink a tea served in social situations while by himself.

and lastly, though this may be a stretch, the other possible meaning of three glasses. the source for this is unclear, and it being repeated in several vaguely tourist-esque articles makes me kind of doubt its authenticity, but there's a proverb that references the way Moroccan mint tea is prepared. as the green tea leaves are left in the tea, the flavor changes as time goes on, becoming more bitter. the saying goes as: "The first glass is as gentle as life, the second is as strong as love, the third is as bitter as death." i have seen sources that instead use "bitter as life" for the first glass and "soothing as death" for the last. the lack of the other two glasses being drunk from or even being set with herbs as they should be if he was serving multiple people, i thought the possible meaning was interesting enough to share.

sources under the readmore!

first, here's the image i'm referencing, brightened and cleaned up a little:

var. crispa 'Moroccan' (it was surprisingly difficult to find the cultivar name)

this article mentions the first Moroccan proverb translation, as well as some information about it as a social activity (can't find an original source for the proverb)

alternative article that mentions the proverb's other translation (i think?)

as a disclaimer i am not Moroccan and nor am i versed in Moroccan tea culture, so if any of this is incorrect or improperly linked please let me know!

[avo-gal]

Personally I think Hugo would be a pretty bad cook.

Tw: Talk of unhealthy eating habits. I don't go too indebted but just don't read if that kind of stuff upsets you.

Because living on the streets you don't really get much of a chance to experiment. You just eat whatever you can. Although as time goes on and Hugo's living with Var in Corona he gets to finally learn about cooking (and it's not too different from the skills that he already has such as alchemy) . Also I don't think he would immediately start cooking because you don't go from eating whatever you can scavenge to being served whatever you want without gaining a few bad eating habits. I don't know much about eating disorders but here are some traits that I think Hugo would have some of them are based off of my own eating habits (😅)

Just not getting hungry:

He's probably trained his body to survive on little food and just doesn't really notice if his body is hungry unless someone's pointed out that he hasn't eaten but even then he's usually just like "oh yeah I'll eat in a sec" and just doesn't.

Being a "picky eater":

(Honestly I hate when people say "picky eaters" just because some one has certain issues with food whether it's sensory or taste or whatever. But then again I've been called that all my life lol.) I think Hugo wouldn't be used to all these really fancy foods that the castle staff serve and it overwhelms and freaks him out a bit. All the different flavours, textures, looks, ect. So when he eats it's generally more simple or bland stuff.

Eating very little and very rarely:

Hugo's probably gotten so used to not being able to eat much that even when he can eat whatever he wants now he still doesn't eat big amounts as it can become overwhelming.

(I think I kinda implied it already but whatever) Simply just forgetting to eat:

Varian also shares this trait as when he's working on something he becomes so focused he forgets to take care of himself. But unlike Hugo, Var usually still does so after he's done working Hugh just forgets all the time.

Ok this is getting long so I'm gonna stop here. This is something that I feel needs to be talked about more not just in the fandom but people also need to start talking more about this kinda stuff in real life. Especially with all these food influencers people feel a need to eat a certain way (for many different reasons) and it's ultimately just normalising being unhealthy. Your body is beautiful please take care of it ❤️. Unfortunately I can't recommend any helpful sites for eating disorders (since I definitely don't take good care of my eating habits lol) but if you think you need help don't be afraid to do research and ask for help from a loved one or a doctor. Take care of yourselves. Sorry for that dump😓😅 Love y'all<333