#very different stories!

[tuxedo-rabbit]

Finished Ghillani’s playthrough of the main quest!

Her story was very interesting in a way that was different from Talia’s.

Keep reading if you want a deep dive of her story.

She didn’t want to join the Grey Wardens. She wanted to stay with her clan and search for Tamlen, even though she knew that meant dying. For most of the game Ghillani was resentful of having to not only be a warden, but also being tasked with defeating the Blight right from the get-go. On top of this she was grieving not only the death of her friend, but also the end of her relationship with her clan & whole way of life.

Ghilly hated Alistair in the beginning for pushing the responsibility of leadership on her, had trouble empathizing with his grief over the man that took her life away from her, and hated that he was filling the role Tamlen used to fill in her life without being anything like him. 

She was really just going through the motions of doing the work of being a Warden, without really wanting to be alive or engage with anything or anyone around her.

The first crack was Morrigan.

Ghillani was immediately drawn to Morrigan. They were both isolated from the greater human world and they bonded a lot over not understanding why the fuck human society does things the way they do. Also they’re both extremely pessimistic and pragmatic. Ghillani actively enjoyed her time with Morrigan.

Then there was Zevran. Zevran made her laugh, made her feel a bit like the person she was back in her clan. She started to feel less like a walking ghost and more like a person.

Once Ghillani killed Flemeth, her and Morrigan both realized how much they wanted to be happy with each other. That made Morrigan scared, and Ghillani started feeling guilty for being happy. It was obvious they were both in love with each other and Ghillani refused to break things off when Morrigan asked but..things became complicated between them.

The group traveled to the Temple of Sacred Ashes and Ghillani ran into Tamlen’s ghost. This was literally the worst time this could have happened. She took a huge backstep in trying to process her grief. The only one who seemed to realize how much she was affected was Alistair. After all that, they returned to camp only to be immediately attacked by shrieks and a ghoulified Tamlen. It was a lot! I still can’t believe the game set it up for maximum pain like that! And once again, Alistair was the one to come talk to her about it. Whatever remaining resentment she had towards him melted away.

Despite her feelings of guilt, Ghillani began to try to find purpose in her new life. Surprisingly, the catalyst for this was Wynne. At first Ghilly was extremely annoyed by Wynne, and also distrustful of the whole being possessed thing. After awhile though, all that talk about being trapped in the Circle and finding purpose in it started to resonate with her own feelings of being trapped in the Wardens. It made her consider what being in the Wardens would mean for her long term.

The Deep Roads were the turning point. Ghillani saw just what a Blight infested world would look like. The Blight became more than Tamlen and losing her clan. She was committed to defeating it.

I really, really  thought that Ghillani would harden Alistair, marry him off to Anora, and spare Loghain. After all, her whole thing was being pessimistic and pragmatic, and what worse punishment could there be then being conscripted into the Wardens? But....by the time they got to Denerim...Ghillani liked Alistair! And she’d developed so many friendships that I couldn’t buy that she would say everyone is only in it for themselves. Obviously some weren’t--her friends weren’t (despite what some of them might claim), she wasn’t anymore, and Alistair never was. And truly, I think she wanted to believe in how Alistair saw the world. All honor and goodness. It’s why she wanted to make him king. Pragmatic, strategic kings turned into Loghain. Alistair could never make the choices Loghain did. 

So she showed him kindness instead.

She still tried to make the arranged marriage thing happen...but Alistair killed Loghain and things went to shit. Ghillani trusted Alistair more than Anora, so Alistair became king.

And then he asked Ghillani to stay in Denerim and help him! He told her if exceptions could be made for him to not be in the Wardens, exceptions could be made for her! They weren’t even friends! And he sounded so angry when he told her. She was taken aback but told him she’d think about it. (after all, she really wanted to stay with Morrigan if she survived the whole Blight thing, and Morrigan probably wouldn’t want to live in the castle with Alistair).

At Redcliffe, Riordan explained how killing the archdemon works and Morrigan offered her Dark Ritual. God is that conversation heartbreaking. I think Ghillani was still fighting against the desire to just die at this point? She was reaching a point where she could imagine a future, but she didn’t feel like she really deserved it, or that it could actually happen. Morrigan brought up the subject of having a child together but with Ghillani not being allowed to be part of their family and, wow, that just hit so painfully. But strangely, I think it also made Ghillani realize just how much she wanted to live? To have even a sliver of a chance that she might get to live filled her with joy. I don’t even think Ghillani fully believed the ritual would work (she doesn’t have much trust in blood magic). She just did it in the blind hope that it would, and because it meant Morrigan would be at her side for just a little while longer.

I’m very much looking forward to Witch Hunt to see these two reunited :’(

She ended the game staying in Denerim with Alistair, helping him with the new Dalish alliance as she decides just what she wants her post-Blight life to be.

[nyctosaurid]

don bluth films occupy a weird space because he's both inarguably an auteur who directs very strange, earnest, often "ugly" films but also a guy who near exclusively made movies for 8 year olds in the home video era. so basically everything he's ever done is a grimy, dreamy rumination on death and spirituality and has a direct to video sequel called something like secret of nimh 2: mrs. brisby's holiday adventure

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

News spreads fast.

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[whalesfall]

btw. your search for the most morally upright and ethical piece of media that has the most correct “representation” will destroy your ability to find the most profound and beautiful and human of stories. and may even destroy the stories themselves before they are created. if you even care.

[justa-smalltown-gargoyle]

This is not meant to be a dig more just an observation at why opinions differ, but I feel like the people who view Dick as being a fatherly figure to Damian/them having a Parent-Child dynamic vs a Older Sibling-Little Sibling dynamic don’t know what it’s like to have siblings that are waaaaaaaay older than you in a big family! They may take on a more guardian role but it’s still a different dynamic idk

[cuntylouis]

I feel like many people have a fundamental misconception of what unreliable narrator means. It's simply a narrative vehicle not a character flaw or a sign that the character is a bad person. There are also many different types of unreliable narrators in fiction. Being an unreliable narrator doesn't necessarily mean that the character is 'wrong', it definitely doesn't mean that they're wrong about everything even if some aspects in their story are inaccurate, and only some unreliable narrators actively and consciously lie. Stories that have unreliable narrators also tend to deal with perception and memory and they often don't even have one objective truth, just different versions. It reflects real life where we know human memory is highly unreliable and vague and people can interpret same events very differently

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[thefloatingstone]

Appleseed PDA montage to save you from reading endless pages of unimportant politics that don't amount to anything

also because I have nothing better to do, I'm bored, I'm moody, my gaming laptop is still broken so no BG3, and it's too late at night to start drawing after doing animation clean-up all day.

[goldensunset]

when people refer to canon story-relevant kingdom hearts games as ‘spinoffs’ it makes me sad not only for the obvious reasons i always say but also bc like man i WISH this series had spinoffs. imagine what they could do if they had permission from nomura to truly go off the rails and ignore the greater canon for a second and just do some fun whimsical plotless thing in an alternate universe. imagine a fishing/boating game on destiny islands. kh fighting game. it is an injustice that we have been deprived of kingdom karts. can anyone hear me

[honehonn3honey]

What happens to this empty place, waiting for my arrival...

Rook in my heart. You can read the monster list here @lustlovehart

[Alt under the cut]

This is the original version but God, I don’t see anything else and I didn’t want others to get hurt watching

Now here I put my thoughts as I drew him:

I think our beautiful creature doesn't really have a human anatomy, his limbs are long and with very little muscle covering. Their bones could click together if it fully manifested. Claws replacing part of the bony fingers and nails. You could feel the long ribs behind that thick sack

He doesn’t need beyond his big and cool gothic sack to cover his abnormal appearance, after all the is no more shadows and fog for everyone’s eyes

The darkness consumes you from the pores, in each puff of lungs, you could become one with him and he would be delighted

I feel that it is detached from all worldly, but I would keep a thing or two of those who most appreciate... like the feathers of Neige or a brooch of Vil

[chloesimaginationthings]

Are you more of FNAF or Jojo? (Ofc you will then say, I can be both-)

Why pick when they are so similar/hj

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[yrsonpurpose]

Acting a fool? I was pretty young.

[sparrowlucero]

this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was