#you will regret it /affectionate

[lady-lilly-gray]

My toxic trait is that I'm not a figure skating fan because of Yuri on Ice

I was a fs fan first 😮‍💨

[lilithofpenandbook]

Sometimes Severus comes up to Minerva. Right up behind her when she's busy. He'll stand there for a good minute as she works on marking assignments and cursing the boy's youthful energy and brilliant eyes- both of which directly responsible for his finishing his work in half the time it takes her.

"What is it, Severus?" Minerva sighs. Might as well get the obligatory nonsense over and done with, she was due a dose of Severus's antics by now (Merlin forbid he go more than three days without bothering her with nonsensical questions or infuriating wit).

"Am I ugly, Minerva?" he asked. Never there was a being with such innocence in their voice.

Minerva took a moment to take in a breath and silently call on all her patience and all her strength. "Yes, very." Her tone was blunter than the knives used to decorate at Halloween- an incident with some particularly idiotic third years had them ban anything sharper than the corners of a book during the Halloween celebrations.

Severus gasped as if stabbed. "What? Minerva, I thought we were friends!"

Minerva snorted. "Any time we interact, it's completely against my will."

"Minerva! you lie so shamelessly it shocks me." Severus made as if to swoon, a hand clutching the right of his chest.

"You must be shocked; your heart isn't where it should be."

Honestly, Minerva had to admire the fact that the insolent little kitten did not falter in his dramatics with her pointing out the key flaw in his act. If anything, he seemed to be encouraged.

"Ay! The pain of the shock, it has spread throughout my chest! Ah, I cannot breathe!" Severus swayed on his feet, leaning against the chair that Minerva was sitting in. "Oh, how your lie shocks me!"

"Well, then, you had better tell me what exactly I lied about," Minerva said briskly, "before you gasp all the air out of your skinny little lungs, laddie."

"You said," the boy said, a sudden glint in his eye and none of the apparent weakness, standing to face her and one of those long, delicate fingers pointed straight at her, "you said, that our interactions are without your will."

"That is no lie, what part of this looks like it's my will?" Minerva replied, knowing full well she wasn't going to appreciate the cheeky answer Severus had prepared for her.

"Why, the part where you remain for my company, mother," Severus replied, his voice light. "Surely, if you didn't want this, you would have, in your infinite wisdom, simply have employed your great power and assumed your famous feline form and just walked away from me."

Minerva fought her smile. His cheek was infuriating while his logic impeccable. "Perhaps I am simply conversing my energy, you arrogant wee rascal."

"You? Too lazy to avoid a nuisance?" Severus scoffed. "Minerva, you wound me. Don't you know how I know you? You've done much more to avoid the mildest of annoyances, do you truly think I believe that you are here against your will merely to converse your energy?"

Minerva let him see the flicker of a smile disgusted as a smirk, letting the bothersome raven have a little treat for his cleverness, hinting to him that he had essentially won this particular argument. "At my age you no longer have the patience to waste on annoyances. You learn to value your peace. You will understand that some day, I hope, little one."

"And if I die, my hair still black and my skin still smooth?"

Merlin, did the child have a turn towards the morbid. Minerva ignored the voice in her that told her that this would have been a retort of her own had she been in a similar conversation.

"Then you'll die a fool."

"A fool, perhaps, but my funeral will be the biggest," he replied, moving to sit on her desk and grabbing the biscuit jar. Minerva intercepted, lifting it from his grip and replacing it with a towel. His protests died in his confusion at the towel, and Minerva huffed and began to wipe his hands as if he was a child. She did not trust him to correctly clean his hands after handling goodness knows what when experimenting with his potions and she didn't care if he knew it.

"Aye, and how did you figure that?" she asked.

"Surely if I die young, I shall be the first. Therefore you all will be part of the funeral-"

"What makes you think I would want to attend your funeral, you little rascal?" She let go of his hands, almost satisfied that they weren't contaminated.

Severus ignored her and instead took a biscuit from the jar. "You will all be there, therefore I will have the biggest funeral. If I die old, you all shall be gone, so my funeral will be the smallest."

Minerva tried not to think of how depressing that sounded, how lonely it seemed. For a brief moment she felt guilty for being so old and he so young. She involuntarily could see him in her mind's eye, going through their funerals until he stood alone. She and the others- Rolanda, Pomona, Poppy, even Fillus and Hagrid- they were all of an age, weren't they? They could expect their lives to reach the end around the same time, surely? Severus was but a child next to them, he'd stand alone one day.

Minerva tried to ignore the ache in her chest at the thought of him standing alone. Merlin, no. He was far too young. No.

"You truly are besotted with the morbid and the miserable, you melanchonic masochist," she said, her tone just a trifle too sharp to be a simple retort.

Severus paused, swallowing the biscuit. Then he answered. "Ah, but the morbid is much more fascinating, the forbidden has a certain thrill, dear mother." His voice was a little softer, and his fingers, slightly coated in crumbs, were gentle when he tapped her forehead. He was sorry he upset her.

"You and your thrills," Minerva scolded, "yet you cannot even eat a biscuit without making a mess of yourself." Yet even as she spoke, the hand that she used to swipe the crumbs away, was gentle, almost tender, in its movement. She had quite forgiven him.

How could she remain angry? At this boy who looked at her with a scowl of indignation yet whose deep, dark eyes twinkled with mischief and cleverness and brilliance, who stood taller than her, yes, yet was far more delicate in his build than she had ever been, whose hair was as dark as hers had been in her youth, carelessly falling across his forehead. No, she could not remain angry.

If only he had been in Gryffindor, perhaps then she would have noticed him sooner. Or rather, if only her eyes didn't only open for her Gryffindors. How this boy could ever look at her without resentment and anger, she didn't know. Then again, he had been so incredibly isolated and lonely, was it any wonder he let go of his rightful grudges and instead accepted her friendship?

Minerva blinked as if soot from the fireplace got in her eyes. She didn't want him to notice the tears that almost inevitably formed whenever she thought about him. Who would have thought that she'd cry so much for the little devil?

"I'll leave you to your work, dear mother," Severus said cheerfully, hopping off her desk.

"Aye, after you've cleared out my biscuit jar, you villain" Minerva grumbled, looking into the empty jar. Severus shrugged.

"You ought to see it as a compliment towards your taste, really," Severus said. "But I see I have taken the last of your patience"- for indeed, Minerva looked ready to strangle him- "so I shall take my leave. Good night, my good Headmistress, and may you have peace in the silver embrace of the moon!"

And with a laughing twinkle in his eye and a boyish bow, Severus Snape left the room.

Minerva sighed. She wasn't sure if it was out of relief, or because she may have felt some sorrow at his departure.

The door opened again, and a rather meek Severus poked his head in.

"Er, Minerva?" he asked.

"Yes, Severus?"

"Er." Severus stepped in, looking away from her, walking with the awkward gait of a newborn foal, and the nervousness of a deer. "Er, Minerva?"

"Yes, Severus?"

"Am I really ugly, mother?" His voice was a whisper. His raven hair curtained his face, hiding his shame at asking such a pathetic question, and his fingers picked at one of the cuticles of a nail.

Minerva smiled, and walked to him. Softly she brushed the boy's hair out of his face and gently tucked it behind his ear.

"Only as long as you let yourself believe it, dear heart."

[theminecraftbee]

you know sometimes one of the things the fandom does that i like the least is joke about how certain ccs are "lorephobic" because it basically always ignores the lore they actually are really and visibly doing. like, sure, they may not be doing the lore YOU'RE looking at, but, one, lore doesn't just mean "big overarching server storyline" it can also mean solo stuff. it can also mean 'builds that have story built into them'. it can also mean 'fun little storyline between like two guys'. it can also mean character continuity. it can mean many things. two, "this guy doesn't do lore" is NOT the same thing as "this guy doesn't do the specific lore i personally like and want to see them doing" and i don't always think you guys know the difference. all of this, of course, is to say: hey guys did you know zedaph can canonically time travel,

[maximura]

[flossingh]

I am very lucky that the personality and temperament I had in mind for Rook as a starting point just so happened to align with what Bioware had in mind and thus I enjoyed spending time with her (even if I did try to steer in to the hubris and regret and making mistakes thing with... rather little payoff), but.

Perhaps it was a unique mistake to choose the Veil Jumpers for my faction, because Bellara is the most competent of all the Veil Jumpers and Rook knows basically nothing, but.

Like, why is Rook there? Rook isn't someone Solas doesn't know; he says he's been keeping an eye on her the entire time she was with Varric and Harding (let's never mind about how for the minute). She has no unique skill like the Inquisitor. The story isn't about her in an irreplaceable way the way it is for Hawke. The Warden, the most blank slate of them all, is a better and more determined leader, no matter what other personality traits you give them, who has to struggle and fight for every victory. Rook isn't even an expert in her own field, because whatever companion shares your faction is.

So what exactly is Rook bringing to the table, here? What can she offer to this story? Why does it need to be hers?

[jabeur]

i love my coworkers 😭 they make fun of my sense of humor which is unforgivable but they beg me to stay for lunch even when i don't do the afternoon shift and could go home to eat by myself and they even insist i have some of their food when i'm like nah i'm not eating i don't feel like it 😭

[qangelbluebird]

Going from dead/non-updating media to technically-updating-but-games-take-years-to-make media to qsmp is wild. From nothing to “the link is still missing where is missing link<-(it’s been a year)” to “do you remember,,,, QSMP,,,, it’s been decades<-(it has been five days. It is coming back in another five days. You people are fascinating(pos))”

[alchemiclee]

you've heard of cat in the hat, now get ready for

[sigery]

nv!Solar Flare: Should I call you father?

nv!Eclipse: No.

nv!Solar Flare: ... Creator?

nv!Eclipse: No!

nv!Solar Flare: ... ... mother?

nv!Eclipse: Father is fine.

[cuteniaarts]

Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl

17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019

[bohemian-nights]

Omg Daemon making the poor maid stick around while he and Nettles bathe 😭🤣 even though Nettles would get mortified I can definitely see her laughing about it later in complete disbelief and amusement. Although after S1 of HOTD I feel like Daemon gets off on a bit of voyeurism I guess it depends on the purpose of it, I can even see the poor maid not being able to handle it anymore when Daemon gets too touchy with Nettles and as she's about to walk out he says "Did I say you could leave?" All while poor Nettles is trying to keep herself in check but Daemon is all over her 😅

🤣Yeah after the heat of it and after they’ve worked off the heat 😏 Nettles does laugh about it, though she still will not praise Daemon’s s methods lest he repeat them(he does so anyway🤣).

In the show, it does appear as if he likes some aspects of voyeurism, probably the making people uncomfortable part, but of course, if Nettles was actually uncomfortable with it he wouldn’t do it. However, he can read her like a book so while she's initially shocked he can see how much she enjoyed the reminder that they are only each other's.

The poor maid just wants to avoid them at all costs. If you think Nettles is mortified, this girl can't even look either of them in the eye. She tries to pass on her duties to some other girl, but Daemon now frequently requests for her to deliver their food and make their baths and she dreads it.

[atreldes]

“Forget a footnote or a chapter— I want the whole fucking history book!”

A moodboard for my @infamous-if mc Rorie Rose, she/her, lead singer of electronic/synth rock band rising//sinking.

[balladetto]

i know we joke about him being Absolutely Done in mm but i gotta tell you. the flavour text there is some of my favourite because it's got gems like this

there are other bits and pieces where it really shines through that he's just a kid doing his level best to get through shit and/or make everyone happy despite having little idea what the fuck's going on in the moment too and i'm. very emo over it okay??

i always will be honestly, and it all circles round to zelda asking him to give her the ocarina of time at the end of oot in order to send him back — it is not a choice she literally or metaphorically takes out of his hands — and i think it's important to remember that he does get to make this decision himself. does he regret it? oh yeah. hard not to with what he's immediately left with in the new timeline. but it's also something i feel he'd choose again and again, in an almost...he can't help it way. it is, ultimately, a selfish choice, but it's also one of the few times he gets to choose what he wants in that game. he deserves to be selfish after everything :')

[cherry-shipping]

ngangangangagnaggrgnngg. f/os help me through rsd kicks PLEEEEEEEEEAAAASEEEEE. maybe they could confirm they dont want me dead just because they took 2 minutes to respond or something. it would be nice is all im saying

[phonification]

part of me really loves how confusing and how little we know of the diamonds dames and dads timeline, i fucking LOVE making up theories and concepts to fill in the blanks its literally what keeps me hooked

[ionianwanderer]

does anyone know sg yasuo has / had a brother and if they do and asked about him , how does yasuo react

He keeps a lot of his past under lock and key for good reason, but with the way corruption has clawed into him a side effect of that is it kind of erodes his like awareness of what he says when asked something (like he'll say the first thing that comes to mind type thing). Because of that if someone had managed to catch him not isolating on a particularly hard day for him, it's something they can weasel out of him.

I think he's still aware of how much he shares about him if he shares about Yone, barely elaborates past having family. For example: you ask him if he has any family and he says yes, a brother, and then you try to follow up with "Where is he?" "Is he a Star Guardian too?" etc. he'll literally just ignore you or change the subject.

Most of the time he really just tries to stay straight faced about being asked questions like that though. If he doesn't think about it it won't affect him. He likes to keep it that way.