we have to face the truth which is that bg3 is not even remotely as explicit as dragon age even though you can see cock and balls

oh of course izaya is an oscar wilde fan. he would definitely use this as his bio for his private discord/twitter account

pulls out the importance of being earnest and the picture of dorian gray. time to analyze these from the psychological/literary perspective of izaya lets go baby (he has his own category)

edit check tags and rbs for some actual analysis stuff lmAOo

ok babes here’s the thing

aabria said “deanna spent the majority of her husband’s life waiting at the edge of the veil and sending him back... so it was a lot like will when orym died, who was like there and was like ‘it’s not your time yet, go back.’ so there was a little poke at what I *think* is the beginning of orym and dorian’s relationship, and what that means for the person that was left behind that died.”

aabria has been asked before if she ships doriax or dorym and she's openly said she ships the double ds. so.

1. she could have misspoken and said dorian when she meant will, especially bc she was referencing will directly before saying ‘orym and dorian’ and – as far as we know – neither orym or dorian are dead, having left the other behind. (either way, the slip has me 👀👀)

2. she could have jumped ships based on the trajectory of dorian and orym’s developing relationship throughout c3. (also. she could be a member of the ‘dorian has two hands’ club. bc she’s aabria, creator of laerryn ‘has had loquatius shapeshift into every member of the brass ring while they fuck’ coramar-seelie and deanna ‘threesome with a werewolf and a faun’ leimert.)

3. she could Know Something. 👀

@quiddie please clarify for the sanity of the dorym shippers making a whole ass winter’s crest feast out of crumbs

I'm a bit of a trollop for angst BUT....I want our romance with Solas to bite us in the ass in Dreadwolf.

I want companions like Dorian to ultimately come to the conclusion Solas cannot be redeemed and he is unable to trust his best friend to make rational decisions regarding Solas when the whole world hangs in the balance. Their friendship begins to crack beneath the weight of her stubborn love.

I want the Inquisition, or whatever is left of it, to try and hush rising rumours that the Dreadwolf and the Inquisitior were intimate. Because the public are turning on the Inquisitior FAST. Finding out she was bedding the one who wants to destroy Thedas? The racism and sexism are more prevalent than ever. Public officials speak out that Lavellan can't be trusted. Graffiti on the buildings depicting "dreadwolf's whore" in crude writing and just HORRIBLE things that Lavellan can't stomach seeing. Their enemies taking full advantage of these rumours and destroying the reputation the Inquisitior had built in her fight for Corypheus.

I want Mythal or one of the Evanuris to also find out. The Dreadwolf had a lover? A mere mortal elf? The Evanuris FINALLY have something to use against Fen'harel. They target her, trying to kidnapp or downright murder her. Mythal managing to keep Solas on a tight leash reminding him she knows about Lavellan and she did drink from the Well of Sorrows.

I want to see how Lavellan cannot sleep because Solas might be tracking their movements or learning information when he follows her through dreams. Or how she's obsessively sleeping just to try and see him, talk to him, beg him to change his mind.

Yeah I want - no I NEED IT to have repercussions

CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EPISODE 86 SPOILERS

RAHHH, SPOOKY LAKE MINI ARC!!!!!!

God. I fucking love you Matthew Mercer.

The back door is indeed a back door and while that is exciting, I honestly need us to table all theories.

First of all, Matt really did his big one with this campaign and all of the spooky horror elements that are scattered all over. The nightmare king, Laudna, Jrusar tbh, Uthodurn and the Savaliir woods, the creepy ass monsters and gjosts we keep running into, the GHOST PIRATES, the fucking shattered teeth as a whole, RUIDUS, and now this fuck ass lake.

The way Matt slowly built up the suspense and the intrigue of this odd abandoned town that started as just curiosity and location discovery to help us understand where in Exandria they were, and then slowly became an investigation into how...empty it was despite no signs of struggle or even a mass exodus to somewhere safe... and then the notes about the disappearances... how people were rumored to have just...walked into the water.

GOD IT WAS SO GOOD.

The way my heart dropped out of my ass when Liam used the stone to talk to Dorian (I don't wanna discuss that "I miss you" that definitely felt like an "I love you", I'm so upset rn Robbie please come home). I knew the stone wikldnt work because he'd already talked to Caleb (which !!!!! CALEB!!!!!!! AHHHH) but then Matt was like "you hear something outside, it's Dorian" and I just???? Almost shat myself when I understood what was happening.

It is...interesting that whatever is in that lake only affected FCG, Orym, Chettie and Ashton.... it can't just be that they weren't women because... that doesn't really make any sense so it must be something magic related? Because they were making charisma saves and the witches have either max charisma or amazing fucking charisma. (But so does FCG? I think? Whatever).

I loved everything about that battle and the lake but I especially loved Laudna's whole deal... Dread Pirate Queen Laudna fan art needs to flood my social media feed so much that I get sick of it (I wont). She's such a silly little guy I love her to bits. (We won't discuss she who must not be named except to say... she was kinda spitting during that whole later interaction)

FINALLY THESE DUMB FUCKS SLEPT BUT GOD. I WAS CONVINCED MATT WANTED THEM DEAD FR.

ANYWAY. JESTER. JESTER LAVORRE. JESTER HAS SENDING. SHE TALKED TO US. SHE TALKED TO IMOGEN. THEY’RE EITHER ON THEIR WAY TO THE KEY OR TO THE LAKE AND EITHER WAY I KNOW WE'RE GONNA SEE THE NEIN AGAIN IDC IDC

Kinda almost broke down in tears when Jester spoke to Imogen because I just??? love Laura Bailey so much??? AND WHENEVER THE OTHER PCS SHOW UP I JUST GET SO HAPPY

I know Jester is being a terrorist with sending rn, and I know she's gonna message Imogen constantly.

Did not want them to leave that lake until Kiki's group showed up the next morning but my hellians never listen to me so cest la vie.

(Also????? Fearne and Chetney romantic tension??? Let's discuss. Let's also discuss how bad Fearne wants to kiss Imogen)

Who pulls the most guys???

Damn this one is tough ngl. Most of the sjm ladies hold the men by the balls🤔. but here we go: Gets next to none: Lidia Cervos- only bc of that ass Pollux. She rizzed Ruhn while still in a relationship tho so that has to count for something. Ansel of Briarcliff- Honestly I keep forgetting she exists so she’s in this category. Ariadne- being imprisoned in jewelry for years kind of keeps you from pulling anyone. She pulled Flynn within 5 seconds of release tho. Gets a few: Lysandra- Honestly she’s so low on this list bc she had to shapeshift in order to pull anyone. Also she chose Aedion. Sorry, but really? You could’ve chosen literally anyone else, why would you choose the basic blonde? Gets quite a few: Manon- she’d get more but the whole man-eating thing is kind of a turn-off for most guys. Not our murderous king Dorian tho. Nesryn- she was the second-place girl until she got a crown prince panting after her. Queen shit. Gets many: Yrene- she had Kashin following her around like a lost puppy, AND she pulled our resident girl-rizzer Chaol mfing Westfall. In a few months too. Morrigan- She doesn’t get as many bitches as she’d like, but unfortunately for her she pulls many guys like Cassian, Azriel, and Helion. The Elites: Celaena Sardothien/Aelin Galathiniyus- somehow the murderous thing doesn’t put people off as much as it should. It put Chaol off (a little bit) but he still fell in love, poor boy. Sam, Dorian, Chaol, Rowan. That’s a lot. Bryce Quinlan/Danaan- I put her slightly above Aelin bc she’s had so many partners, she doesn’t have the murderous thing to put people off, AND she rizzed Ithan unintentionally in like 5 seconds. Nesta Archeron: She had Cassian, Azriel, Helion, and Eris panting after her like dogs. In record time too. Despite doing her very best to put them off. Feyre Archeron: I mean she rizzed up three high lords. Enough said.😂 Top tier: Elain Archeron: Something about having the male pining after another girl for 500 years develop an unhealthy obsession with you, having the number 1 bitch magnet be pining after you, his mate, and having the literal CAULDRON be in love with you, with a bitchy older sister ready to kill and whore for you is just guy-pulling behavior. There’s just something about her. She’s mysterious, it draws you in. You want to know more. Why are they so protective of her? Points deducted for Graysen rejecting her tho. Elide Lochan: Come on, we all knew it was coming. Elide is number 1 without a doubt. Elide came out of a tower and walked the entire court of Terrasen+ the Thirteen like DOGS. She could pull almost anyone if she tried hard enough.

Caught In The Pages

Pairing: Marine!Billy Russo x Marine!Reader

Content: Bookworm!Reader, Frank being Frank, Pre-Punisher, Fluff, Fem!Reader, Misogyny

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

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Being the only female in Cerberus absolutely sucked. The only thing that sucked more? Being away from your books. Well that and the blatant misogyny some of the other soldiers didn’t even bother hiding. It was hard being underestimated in a situation like this. If a woman died in the field they’d never hear the end of it. At least that’s what everyone said.

When you were off duty you spent most of your time reading. Currently stuck on Little Women for what felt like the millionth time. It was one of the only books you’d brought out on deployment. Alongside all of Jane Austen’s works since it felt fitting. There was no true horror than a man telling you what to do.

One of your close friend, Gunner, had his wife send you a new book every month so you didn’t run out. It was nice having the fresh words, but there was nothing like the classics. The others would give you shit for reading such effeminate books while in war but it was comforting. Still in touch with your femininity while in the heat of Kandahar made you feel normal.

Mail was once again being passed around. A weight landed on your cot and you looked up, a fresh copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“Shit Gunner your wife’s awesome, honestly considering her stealing her”

You grinned at the man and snatched the book up. It was one of your favourites. It’d been a while since you visited Oscar Wildes works but he stayed one of your favourite authors.

“Told her you were a fan of the book”

He gave you a warm smile as he returned to his stretcher, sitting down and going through the rest of this months care package. From your right you saw your lieutenants, Frank and Billy, looking at you intently. You’d never really spoken to them, preferring to keep to the pages of your stories.

As you gently opened to the first page you were already enamoured. It was a fancier copy, probably cost around $50. When it came to the classics Gunner’s wife wasted no expense on you and you were grateful for it. Growing up in the system you never had a family to buy you nice things. If you had one you imagined this is what your Christmas’s felt like.

Eyes darting to the right you listened into the Lieutenant’s conversation with one another. Franks wife, Maria, had gotten him tickets to some music thing. It was the book Billy held in his hands that interested you. A worn copy of Dorian Gray. As you looked back to your own book you smiled softly. An attractive man who had good taste in books? Talk about a dream boat.

The worlds that Oscar Wilde wrote never failed to intrigue you. Agony and pain written in such beautiful ways. Love that was forbidden and to be cast aside.

“Look at the little book nerd, what is it this time?”

You looked up, one of the other guys who’s name you thought was Ryan or something was taunting you. Rolling you eyes you went back to your book.

“No need to be such a bitch L/N, what you on your period or something?”

Another guy called out. God did men not understand how women worked. It frustrated you to no end that even in the blaze of war they couldn’t respect you. You were their equal in every sense of the word. Except to them you were lesser because of your anatomy.

“Stop being such a dick Lucas”

Your head whipped to your right, Billy was standing up for you. The guy who made the period comment, Lucas, looked worried. It wasn’t every day that the First Lieutenant got mad.

“You all should learn to treat that woman with respect, she’s one of us and has saved all your asses countless times. Without her,”

He pointed at you and you curled up. The attention wasn’t your favourite thing.

“There would be a whole lot more of us dead. Who do you think managed to gun down those assholes going after Castle? It was her, so all of you shut the hell up and show her the goddamn respect she deserves”

Billy was furious, he had been enamoured by you since you first showed up. He was used to serving with men, the traditional masculine kind. Yet there you were, shipped to see the same shit he did. It was only when he saw you reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time was he truly curious. He hadn’t expected you to be a reader. Yet there you were. Since you were close with Gunner he had asked about you. Learning you were a total bookworm since they were your safety net in the system.

As you watched Billy land back in his stretcher with a loud thump you couldn’t help but smile. Face warm from the attention he had given you. Across the tent Gunner sent you a thumbs up to which you rolled your eyes in response.

“You didn’t have to do that Lieutenant”

Sitting up you looked over at him. He returned the favour, mirroring the way you were sitting.

“I know, but it honestly pisses me off. You’re a valuable member of the team and they need to know that. Plus you’re an attractive woman with good taste in books”

Your face heated up as he spoke to you. A crooked smile as he looked at you. Billy stood up, walking over to your back and taking it back to his spot. He rummaged through the books you had.

“Edgar Allan Poe, Jane Austen, The Brontë Sisters, a lot of classics huh? Why don’t you tell me all about them?”

That was the start of a very long conversation and friendship with your Lieutenant. All because of ink on paper.

@throneofglassmicrofics

Here’s an entry for Fracture 🥺

This was done super fast and I’m awful at word limits so please forgive me! Also it’s not March yet but I had the idea and thought I should write it now instead of waiting.

A little scene from the victory party at the end of KoA

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Yrene shrieked as Dorian spun her around and pulled her back against him. The great room was raucous with music and laughter. Humans, fae, witches, from three continents, all celebrating victory. Chaol watched from where he sat with Nesryn and Sartaq, beaming at her joy.

Glancing up at Dorian, she frowned, noticing his distraction despite his perfect steps on the dance floor. His eyes were focused on something over her head and across the hall. She didn’t need to look to know that’s where Manon was seated.

“Why don’t you ask her to dance?”

Dorian pulled his gaze from the witch queen and gave her a polite smile. “I assume she doesn’t dance.” Again, he twirled her, and again his attention flew to Manon before she was back in his arms.

Yrene clicked her tongue in annoyance. “To assume makes an ASS out of U,” she said. “You’re smarter than that, aren’t you?”

Stumbling for the first time in their dance, Dorian gaped at her. “I believe I’m your King, Lady Westfall. Is your language appropriate?” A raised eyebrow was the only sign he was playing.

Yrene raised her chin. “I am practically your sister-in-law. And if you’re being an ass, I will tell you.”

His eyes flicked back to Manon and his shoulders seemed to slump in Yrene’s arms. “I don’t want to scare her away,” Dorian sighed, his face overcome with longing and fear.

Yrene felt it in him. The desire, the timidity, the worry. Her magic sensed it all. She’d sensed Manon’s bottomless grief and confusion when she’d hugged her the other day.

As the music ended, she hugged Dorian then said, “I’ll find out if she dances.” Tugging his arm, she placed him in front of Elide for the next song. Avoiding Chaol’s curious look, she made her way through the crowd.

***

“May I sit here?”

Manon hadn’t seen the healer approach. She hadn’t truly seen anything that night. Blinking, as if coming from underwater, she heard the music, saw the dancing and the food. Saw the healer wait politely for an answer.

Manon nodded, and the healer sat, her hands resting on her belly as she put her feet up on another empty chair.

“Do you dance?”

Her name was Yrene, Manon remembered, turning away to stare at the table in front of her. She’d eaten at Glennis’s urging, and now the food sat leaden in her stomach.

“I was taught to fight, not dance,” Manon finally answered. The healer was smiling, one foot tapping, seemingly enthralled by the celebration.

“I would say I’m sorry to hear that if it weren’t for how you and your witches saved Orynth.” Yrene was now staring at her, smile gone, foot still.

Manon huffed a breath. “Did Dorian put you up to this?” Her eyes had fallen on him throughout the night despite her best efforts not to watch him.

Yrene laughed. “Absolutely not. He’s an idiot.”Without intending to, Manon gaped at the healer. At the expression, Yrene added, “Chaol told me not to baby him even though he’s king. Besides, I just wanted to sit down somewhere quiet. You were at this table alone…” She waved her hand as if that was that.

Alone. Yes, Manon was always alone now, even in this hall of hundreds of people. Even with witches trailing her everywhere she went. They were the wrong witches though.

“I didn’t mean to…” Yrene said, her face exuding a kindness Manon had never seen before.

She’d felt it though. When they’d first met, Yrene had pulled her into a hug that had felt … wondrous. Calming. Like a weight had eased from her chest just a little.

“Will I ever feel whole again?” she asked Yrene, surprising herself with the hushed voice, the blunt honesty she’d never before allowed with anyone but Dorian.

Yrene sat up and smiled sadly, reaching for Manon’s hand. That warmth she’d felt in that hug returned, spreading through her.

“No,” the healer replied. “You won’t. I still feel a piece of myself missing where my mother resided. She can never be replaced. But my heart has grown around that missing part. I have Chaol, our baby, my work, my friends.” At that last, Yrene squeezed Manon’s hand.

“Grief is fickle and sneaky and it never goes away. Some days it will hide and you’ll laugh at a memory of them. Other days it will consume you and you won’t be able to leave your bed.”

Manon swallowed thickly, forcing herself not to sob, not to let the moisture in her eyes overflow. “I don’t know how to live without them.”

Was it her touch? Her warm honey eyes that looked at her with compassion but not pity? How was this healer pulling these feelings from her?

“I didn’t know either,” Yrene said, letting her own tears fall. “But I’m still here. With help from strangers who became friends.” A laugh escaped Yrene’s lips as she looked towards Aelin dancing with Rowan. Focusing on Manon again, she said, “I am a good listener. Whenever you need it.” Another squeeze. “Or I can just sit and hold your hand.”

The magic grew stronger and Manon felt lighter. It wouldn’t take away the pain or that image of white light that blasted her awake whenever she tried to sleep. It wouldn’t get rid of the nausea or the nerves. It wouldn’t fix the fractured heart that was somehow still beating in her chest.

But it felt good. And like she wasn’t alone.

Manon nodded, unable to speak the thank you she felt. And Yrene nodded in return.

They say in comfortable silence for a while as the festivities carried on.

“He’s not really an idiot,” Yrene said in Dorian’s direction.

He was dancing with Glennis now, both of them laughing at the pronounced height difference. The sight made Manon’s mouth twitch upwards. “I know.”

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Solas is Neurodiverse.

This is of course my opinion, don't invalidate me, if you find comfort in this character then I'm glad, join the party!

• Info dumping (You boost his approval by asking him about magic & the fade... and oh my world does he have a lot to say about it!)

• Strong sense of justice... freeing the slaves, wanting to right wrongs. He feels so strongly about injustice, especially when he can sympathise (mages & elves) a strong sense of social justice is often linked with ND people because we are marginalised, mistreated and ridiculed. I can often get angry, irate and depressed when there's injustice in the world and for a lot of my ND friends it's the same.

• Likes to be alone (he still has friends who are spirits, but he doesn't actively seek out companionship with people) prefers his own company. (Hermit tarot... come on! I'm crying in INTP/INTJ here)

• Always reading, writing, he even paints a whole ass mural on the walls as skyhold in a short burst of time, hyperfocus/hyperfixation.

• Comes across as blunt. I've been told I'm blunt so many times it's infuriating when I don't mean to be, I'm just firm in what I know to be true and will say it without dancing around the matter.

• Speaks 'strangely' in a poetic rhythm. While not an exclusive trait, given everything else it holds merit.

• He does have a great deal of empathy if you romance him/get to know him, but on a surface level he seems distant because he doesn't open up personally! It takes a LOT to crack that egg. I'm 4 years into a committed relationship and I still get told I don't open up enough when I'm struggling with emotions because I keep them internalised... probably a trauma response but in Solas' case... yeah, definitely a trauma response.

• Comes across argumentative when talking about stuff to which the group (Dorian especially during party banter) will ask if he's upset with them, and he says he isn't. ND people are always stuffed in the 'uncanny valley' and seen as outsiders, or stand-offish... we're just not very good with social nuances in terms of delivery, but are deeply self aware of that and prefer to observe, and I argue Solas is incredibly self aware. (Knows when he is being 'selfish' or 'foolish')

• Incredibly knowledgeable on a lot because he's intensively researched it, has to know everything about that subject and becomes deeply immersed in it.

• He never lied about anytning, he just didn't throw it out there... Autistic people can lie you know... however not once did he lie, he just kept his secrets hidden, that's very different to lying. Lying wild be 'Are you Fen'Harel'?... 'No' I've kept secrets from people for a long ass time to spare their feelings and my own self interest. (Not as bad as it sounds ahah! Just an example)

• History nerd... C'mon most of us have a favourite time period that isn't this one...

• I mentioned the paintings, he's also an artist, as well as a dreamer. A lot of us have infiltrated science or the arts... or both! Most of the world's leading scientists and artists are ND. He probably has an idetic memory.

I have more if people care to hear it, but in my opinion and based on my own personal experience being AuDHD, I'd say he is. I resonate with his character more deeply than the others because no ND person is alike and we all have our own personal struggles/wins.

A similar example in media to Solas would be (and hear me out ahah) Walter White (minus the drugs) but intelligence and the way he speaks to others, hides stuff from people (and assumes an alias to seperate himself) I definitely see WW as Autistic. So why not Solas?

Can we please stop infantalizing ASD, and applying the manic pixie lense to it, there's so much more to it that just 'quirky'. Cole is practically confirmed, people have debated Sera being ADHD, but also they are painted with a similar 'childish' brush.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk ahah.

I am definitely half asleep, which should tell you about the quality level of this post straight out the gate, but i was going through my old saves and watching the romance scenes for my different PTs (as one does) and like...

Everyone else has this slow build up to the Love end of things. Some of them don't even get there until Trespasser (looking @ you Dorian- yes yes he feels it but he doesn't say it.) And that's not a complaint! That's normal! You start with affection and attraction and see where it goes, and lbr all of the DA companions have some...Things to work through before nailing down Big Feelings.

And then we have Solas.

One kiss. One (1) singular kiss, and that man is gone. Lost. Sunk. Out to sea. Lost in the Sauce. Flung into the depths.

And I would argue that he's actually gone before that, but that's when he knows it. And he freaks out because 'oh no oh no this is literally the absolute WORST timing for this to happen holy SHIT.'

And he tries to fight it off, or figure out if there is some like...magical mark-induced reason for why he's absolutely banana-grahams for this mortal woman he has only known the tiniest fraction of his impossibly long life, but there isn't one except that he's lonely as fuck and her genuine awesomeness is just apparently the kryptonite to his rational thinking power.

This man, who is so so careful with the way he says everything always just... Once he caves, it is his first admission. In his native tongue, no less, as though he cannot help himself.

I cannot lose you. I love you. You are my heart. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Back in ye olden fandom days, there was a whole bunch of fights about the sincerity of Solas' affections, since he 'lies' and dumps you, but like...things are a mess because this whole-ass man is a mess and he doesn't do anything that is NOT a mess, but just...fucking hell. He has loved her for so long. He doesn't strike me as love-at-first-sight kinda guy, but like I'm giving him like...a month at Haven tops before he's a goner.

Solas is the one who falls first and hardest out of all of them.

Can I have a sketch with Manorian where Manon is pregnant and Dorian is taking care of her??😭 I love these vanilla

Hiii anon🌞

By sketch, I sincerely hope you mean drabble, bc I absolutely cannot draw🫣 I can write tho, so I hope you enjoy this teensy tinsy snippet since I’m currently on vacation in Copenhagen without my laptop😌 (yes i’m just typing on my phone so pls forgive all errors lmao)

Hi this is me again two days later, at home with my laptop:) As usual what started out as a drabble turned into a whole-ass fic, but I hope you still enjoy it:):) Also I've never been pregnant (and thank god for that) so I take no responsibility for any inaccuracies....

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Manorian one shot, canonverse, 1,5k words

Manon slowly opened her eyes, squinting at the morning sun shining through the curtains. She wasn’t sure what had woken her up this time, but the sunlight meant she’d gotten a few hours of sleep, at least.

With a sigh, she tried to get comfortable, even if that was impossible these days. Next to her, a still-asleep Dorian shifted, throwing an arm over her middle and snuggling close. 

He mumbled something Manon couldn’t make sense of, but she just shoved at him, hissing «Don’t touch me.»

«I just wanna cuddle,» he murmured, his lips caressing her neck in a way that usually would have had Manon wanting and ready.

Instead, she let out a huff, and gave a weak attempt at swatting him away once more, when he didn't move. Manon was usually strong enough to just push him away from her, but right now she couldn't find the energy to bother.

«Just cuddling is what got us in this situation in the first place.» Manon looked at her round belly as she spoke, the thing so big she resembled a beached whale. She couldn’t fathom how she still had a month and a half left to get even bigger.

Safe to say, Manon wasn’t particularly enjoying pregnancy. In fact, she hated it, and couldn’t wait for it to be over so she could have their witchling and her body back. 

She was nothing like the insufferable ladies at court, though, who only spoke in hushed voices about avoiding strechmarks and staying tight down thereso that Dorian would still desire her.

Yes, she missed sleeping comfortably and moving freely, but in the end, the only thing that mattered was that their witchling was born alive and healthy. 

And her current state did nothing to quell Dorian’s desire, it seemed, given by the stiff cock pressing against her thigh at the moment.

That’s his problem to deal with, Manon thought grumpily as she once more pushed his shoulder.

There had been a few months in the middle of her pregnancy, after she’d stopped puking all day and night but before the constant fatigue and body aches, where she’d been insatiable, jumping Dorian at any opportunity, but sex these days required too much moving on her part, so their couplings were few and far between.

«Dorian, move. I’m too warm and clammy for cuddling.» It sounded more like a whine than she’d like, but whining seemed to be her default mode for communicating lately.

Manon also really had to pee, but she always really had to pee, so the heat was the most unbearable at the moment.

They had arrived in Rifthold three days ago for the King’s upcoming birthday celebration, but given that Dorian had been born in the middle of summer, it had been three days of bright sun, no wind and a much too high temperature.

Already, Manon longed to return to the Witch Kingdom. Yes, it may be summer there as well, but it’s location on the western coast of Erilea meant a constant, cooling wind blowing in from the vast ocean. She would give anything right now to feel that wind on her face.

The plan had been to stay for two weeks to attend the royal birthday celebration, and then return to the Witch Kingdom together, where they would remain until well after their witchling was born, but Manon’s hips and pelvis had been aching for days now, the pain only increasing, and she wasn’t sure she could make the trip back to the Wastes if it got much worse. The mere possibility filled her with anxiety. 

They had discussed this long ago, how important it was to Manon that their child was born in the Witch Kingdom. Both because she wanted the comfort of being surrounded by her own, but also because while the curse had been lifted, witches were still wary of giving birth on the previously barren land, fearing it would lead to a stillborn witchling, so if their heir was born on foreign soil, it would send the wrong kind of message.

Manon couldn’t lie still for a moment longer, so she gave the still-sleeping king one final shove, glad that he actually moved this time, then rolled out of bed and waddled her way to the bathing chamber, as she’d done so many times earlier that night.

-

After what seemed like an eternity, Manon returned to their bedchamber to find Dorian awake and out of bed, pulling on a shirt. It annoyed her to no end that he could look so good after just waking up.

How miserable she felt must have been written on her face, because the king gave her a look filled with sympathy. «How was your night?»

Stopping in the middle of the room, Manon sighed «Terrible.» The day had barely begun, but she could already feel tears trying to escape. That was another thing she hated with being pregnant. There were so many emotions. All. The. Time. In one moment, she could storm out of a room in anger simply because Dorian’s presence annoyed her so much, but then in the next she could come back crying, needing to be in his arms, sobbing that «she was sorry for being so mean».

It truly marveled her, how she’d gotten to this point. Standing in the bedchamber she shared with the King of Adarlan, her husband, whom she had married not for alliance or plotting, but love, wearing a loose linen dress, the only item of clothing comfortable enough and big enough to fit her enormous belly because she was so very pregnant, and trying not to burst into tears in front of said husband, which was no worry, really, since she did it all the time now, but she still tried to keep some of her dignity.

Sensing that she neared another breakdown, Dorian came over to her, standing behind her. Manon leaned against him, her back to his front, and his hands immediately went to her belly, caressing it. «How can I make it better?»

Manon didn’t answer him, only closed her eyes, savoring the comfort of his arms. How clingy she’d gotten had been one of the first signs of her pregnancy, as it was common for witches, along with the nausea.

Then Dorian did something incredible. He placed his hands underneath her belly and lifted it, taking  almost all the weight off of her hips and pelvis.

Feeling her whole body straighten, Manon let out a moan, her head falling backwards to rest against Dorian’s shoulder.

When in addition, an ice-kissed wind summoned by the king’s raw magic caressed her face, the relief was so great Manon did start to cry.

«What’s the matter, witchling?» Dorian asked as silent tears trickled down her cheeks. 

She merely leaned into him further.

Manon had spent 117 years of her immortal life locking every emotion, every fear, deep within herself, never showing any weakness or vulnerability, so getting to a point where she could be real and raw with Dorian had been hard, and she still struggled with communicating her needs at times.

Dorian pressed a light kiss to her jaw. «Talk to me, love.»

«I want to go home.» The words came out as a whisper, but Dorian heard them. He hummed, a phantom hand brushing her hair out of her face. The pure love in those simple gestures urged her to go on.

«I can’t take the heat here. I’m always uncomfortable now, but the heat makes it unbearable! It feels like I’m suffocating. And what if I can’t make it back to the Wastes in two weeks? What if I’ll have to give birth here?»

«Then we’ll go back now,» Dorian said, his calm voice grounding her, if only a little. «I need a few hours to arrange things, but if you need to go back, we’ll go back.»

Even if it was exactly what she wanted, Manon shook her head, feeling selfish for making him drop everything just for her. He was a king, after all, and while they had spent as much time together as possible throughout her pregnancy, he still had responsibilities here.

«We can’t just go back. You need to stay here for your birthday celebration, and I don’t want to go back alone.» She let out a sob at the thought. Witches going into labour early wasn’t uncommon, and the thought of giving birth to their witchling without Dorian there scared her more than anything.

«Fuck that. The people care more about the celebration in itself than what they’re celebrating.»

Manon was about to protest, but Dorian stopped her.

«What’s most important to me, is you, Manon, and our witchling,» a phantom hand stroked her belly at that, «and if traveling back to the Wastes is what’s best for you right now, that’s what we’ll do.»

Placing her hands over Dorian’s, Manon nodded once, feeling a little less scared, a little more ready for what was to come. «That’s what we’ll do.»

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Fellow Bioware fans, specifically for Dragon Age Inquisition- Hear me out on this idea ive had

So what if Bioware did a DLC for Dragon Age: Inquisition, similar to Mass Effect's Citadel DLC

(And for those who don't know the Citadel DLC, its an...expansion pack? Or something similar that allows the crew of ME3-Mass Effect 3- to have a shore party on the Citadel. It has mini games to play of all kinds, small scenes with our favorite characters, love interest or not, and even a bit of a quest line to follow that is very hilarious and even more exciting, plus a bit more dialogue added to the game I believe)

Anyhow-What if, despite the circumstances, the inner circle of the Inquisition got something similar. Maybe not a whole vacation in itself but still something, y'know? I know Tresspasser may have did something similar but this is just me imaging fun and more comical with the potential chaos of the Inquisition crew.

Imagine this- romance scenes with the love interests like-

Seeing a more playful side of Cullen as we volunteer to help with dog training. Perhaps finally seeing him without a suit and in some casual clothes for once. I can just imagine a scene of him getting tackled by dogs as our inquisitor is laughing their ass off on the side.

Seeing Cassandra get pulled into relaxing for a bit by reading a story together, maybe her indulging in some fun by voicing the dialogues as our inquisitor is the one to act them out more.

Seeing Solas take us through a bit of an art gallery and pointing out his favorite pieces as he explains the meanings behind it. Then deciding at the end of it that he would like to make a peice with us or paint something in our quarters by our asking.

Seeing our favorite mage, Dorian go out on an actual date with his boyfriend and easing his nerves about being public about it. Him waving them off and saying thats hes fine, but obviously melting once he realizes that no one cares that its two men. And not just that- but him being sassy and playful, flirting with his Amatus as they dine together freely.

Piggybacking off the previous one, if your inquisitor is female and bestfriends with him instead, then the two having a nice day out together. Maybe if he isnt romanced to Bull in that playthrough, then helping him get a small date with someone. Maybe he fails a bit, but is able to laugh about it cause it was less terrifying than he thought compared to home. (You can plainly tell how much I adore this man)

Going to see a Jousting match with The Iron Bull. Maybe not as exciting as Dragons but perhaps Bull can read into the body language and tell whos going to loose, and instead of just telling us, he makes it a game that WE have to guess instead. Romanced version- if we win, hes laughing a bit, saying "Thats my Kadan!" (Jfjsjffs)

Blackwall probably can't do a whole lot, considering after his real identity problem, so maybe he makes pulls together a nice dinner instead. (Mostly for romance version) And somewhat saying towards the end, "You may be the Inquisitor, but you're still a lady, and you should be treated as such."

Look, I havent romanced Black wall that often, but boy- from the scene on youtube, the man can sure show his gentleman side.

And the fact that you can romance him as any race? OOO- Just imagine how much more tender that'll feel for a qunari or eleven inquisitor, LIKE-DKDJSOWNAK MAN WANTS HIS LADY TO BE TREATED LIKE THEY DESERVE

Anyhow, im gettin' off subject-

Helping Cole on a task he asked from us. It could be something so simple as flower picking cause he felt a little girl nearby feeling real upset about something and wanted to help.

I know alot of people have different views of Cole, just like any character, and people see him as either the son or little brother depending on how you go about it. So maybe this can go either way. Especially if your character is elven, they can give him tips on which flowers may be more appropriate or safer to leave for the little one.

(Ignore this if you want- My main Inquisitor is an elven chick named Bellatrix and ive always imagine her having a small soft side for Cole, treating him like a little brother in some areas cause he reminds her of her siblings. )

There are so many ways to go about this whole idea, honestly. And while I don't have many ideas for Sera, Josephine, Leliana, Varric, and Vivienne, I would have loved to see scenes with them in playful moments like these. Like Vivienne shopping with the Inquisitor or Sera going on that promise to make cookies with them and it turns into a whole mess but both end up laughing on the floor, flour caked on.

Out of all the Dragon Age games, Inquisition has to be my l, above all, favorite because of the outright love the characters bring to your character. Whether they are a steel on the outside, light hearted qunari, a playful and chaos making elf, or a soft but proud decision making dwarf with a bit of clumsyness. You cant really say that it doesnt matter what or how your character is, but its true how much it does matter cause it brings just another side of possibilities with such a character.

I apologize for my ranting but if you've taken the time to read this, please share your ideas with me cause even though hasn't made something like this for Dragon age, fans surely bring that idea to light in any way they can💜

Day 11 - Wander

Nother Even one. And I must say, to this prompt with Dragon Age as a theme nothing really felt more fitting than fracking Solas.

Let me be honest, not the biggest fan of the guy. As a person he kinda effed up in my eyes during my first playthrough with Carl as an Inquisitor - where they ended up to be very close friends before Solas did his thing there. I'm no big fan of betrayal and manipulation. And he was an absolute bitch towards Dorian souuu, yeah, I am so gonna pull his fracking ears from Mr Spock- to Roger Rabbit size next time they meet >:|

Anyway, apart from that, on a storytelling perspective I deeply appreciate Bioware throwing this dude after us. Check it, Disney! This is the whole "Good guy was the villain all along"-trobe done right. An adversary with depth and a refreshing plotline with all that dramatic development towards Inky and all that. I can't wait to see how this is gonna continue in Dragon Age 4 :3

I'm really satisfied how this one turned out....although I'm glad the gras swallowed that sad excuse of a foot XD

Ivy is always such a pain in the ass to add as a detail into a picture, but boy is it worht it everytime <333

It's Okay (Ashrym quickfic)

One day I'll write Dorym, Or Ashton x Dorian x Orym (what's the tag for that someone tell me so I can stalk it). But anyways this is set in the very near future like almost immediately after they fight Predathos.

There was so much red. Whether it was dust or blood swirling around Ashton they didn't know. The red moon was breaking apart, crumbling, falling. But Ash didn't care, he couldn't see him. He dashed forward blindly, "Orym!" He screamed, voice already shredded. "Answer me dammit! Orym!"

The only response he got was the Reilorans screaming as most fled towards the bloody bridge as their world collapsed. The genasi knew the feeling, his whole world felt just as torn apart as the moon he stood on "Orym!" He called again desperately. He wasn't leaving. Not without him. Then, finally, in the distance he saw a form. Unmoving amongst the chaos of movement. His heart stopped, it was pure adrenaline that allowed his muscles to move towards Orym's collapsed form. He fell to his knees, as the ground shook beneath them.

Their stone hands shaking as he gently rolled the halfling onto his back. "Orym?" He called voice quiet and trembling, seeking. "Hey baby we gotta go, now's not the time for a nap." There was so much blood. "Orym you're scaring me, you gotta wake up baby." They gently cradled Orym's small body lifting up his torso and bending further to place his ear against the other's chest.

Ashton tried to hear something, anything! Then there it was the faintest of heartbeats, he let out a thankful breath and listened for the next one. One beat. Another. Then nothing. He lifted his head in terror, "No, no, please no!" He begged desperately. looking down at the still face that had become his whole world. He screamed Orym's name. Any Gods listening would hear the anguish, would know the name of the man who sacrificed himself to save their sorry asses.

(it would be terrible of me to leave it here huh?)

Orym opened his eyes to a familiar scene. The gentle winds. The smell of flowers and forest. He was home. Looking out over the hill where the graves of his husband and father stood. "Back so soon, Little Moon?" A voice he'd been desperate to hear again sounded behind him.

He turned to see Will sitting casually on the bent trunk of a tree smiling down at him. He felt a pressure in his chest release as elation filled him at seeing his dear husband again, Orym ran. Chuckling, one moment Will was on the tree the next he was directly in front of the halfling catching him as his husband flew into his waiting arms. They embraced. It was so familiar yet so unexpected. And Orym allowed tears to fall, "I miss you." He whispered, muscled arms tightening around Will's neck as the half-elf held him aloft around the waist. "And I you, my love." They didn't let go, even though Orym wanted to take in his handsome face again, he wasn't ready to stop feeling this. Being held by Will's larger body reminded him so much of the comfort he felt in Ashton's stony arms.

Ash. Orym tensed and pulled away, "Will I..." guilt gnawed at him, and the fucked up thing is he didn't know if it was because he had found comfort, in another person. Or because he suddenly wished Ashton was here with them. Orym was realizing what being here meant. "I'm dead aren't I?" That laugh he didn't think he'd hear again lit up Will's face, "pretty much."

"Well... fuck." That prompted another full on belly laugh from Will, who dropped back to sit on the hill with Orym straddling his hips. "I see your genasi has been a bad influence on you. Good. I'm liking this bad boy-boy scout thing." He teased. Orym was stunned speechless for a minute, "wait-you...how-...?" Will knew about Ashton?

"It's a dead person thing." The half elf said mysteriously with a grin.

"Oh..." Orym was still wrapping his head around this whole thing. He was dead, again. It felt surreal. Like there was so much he left unfinished. But maybe that's just what it means to die from anything other than old age. Still. He thought of Ashton and the rest of Bell's Hells. He wouldn't see them again. Or Dorian and the crown keepers. He was gone. A memory he hoped they would remember fondly. The wind blew past them and for a moment he almost thought he heard it call his name, like it was pleading or in pain. But he guessed that was impossible.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Will asked guiding Orym's face to look up at him. His hand was surprisingly warm for a spirit. For a second a false reassurance was on the tip of his tongue. Something like 'I'm fine' or 'it's nothing' but instead what spilled forth was the brash honesty he learned from someone else he loves.

"I'm not ready."

Will's answer was a gentle, and somewhat sad smile, "I know, Little Moon." he kissed Orym's forehead, and tears welled in the halfling's green eyes. "I don't think they're ready to let you go yet either." Orym followed Will's gaze turning his head to look behind them. There in the skies above Zephra was the image of a bruised and battered halfling cradled in the arms of an equally beaten earth genasi. Ashton was fighting through a red storm, and from what Orym could see tears fell from his anguished rock face as he clutched Orym's lifeless body protecting it from the aggressive winds of a doomed planet.

The image faded and Orym felt the wetness on his face as tears ran down his face. His heart felt like it had been cleaved in two halves, one always belonging to the man who would always have his love. And the other half yearning to return to the being who helped heal its jagged edges, who cared for it with tender unsure affection, because he knew what it was like to be in pain.

"It's your choice, my love." Orym turned back to Will who held nothing but understanding and love in those warm brown eyes.

"I've already cheated death once. How can you forgive me for leaving you again?" Orym's voice shook because deep down he already knew what his choice was. He could never choose to abandon Ashton, not even by dying.

"Because I know that when it truly is your time, we will have eternity together, so I can wait. And when the time is right I hope you can introduce Ashton to me. I'd like to thank the person who makes you so happy when you've felt so much grief. Go. Live your life, Orym. Our time together isn't over, it's yet to begin. Someone else needs your strength now."

Orym let out a breath and threw his arms around his husband once more, sharing one final kiss. "Goodbye for now, Big Moon."

"Until we meet again, Little Moon."

The arms around Orym shifted and when next he opened his eyes he was looking up at Ashton's strong jaw. "Ash" He called softly, voice weak. But by some miracle Ashton heard him.

Their eyes collided, Ashton's widening as he looked down at the very alive halfling in his arms, smiling gently up at him. For the second time Ash allowed his knees to give out as he clutched Orym closer bringing the halfling's whole body closer to his own. Scared that if he didn't hold him as close as possible that his lover would disappear and leave him alone again.

No words came out of Ash's mouth just sobbing screams wrenched from his chest, as Orym's arms rose to wrap around his broad shoulders bringing their heads down close. Orym kissed the tears from Ash's cold blood spattered cheeks. Trailing comforting kisses all over the genesis rough face, assuring them that he was alive. That he was here. Even as the very moon fell from the sky. He was here with them. "Let's go home, Ash."

(Contains spoilers for all SJM books)

Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

And then she said one of the foulest things she’d ever uttered in her life, bathing in the pure hate of it. “Fae like you make me understand the King of Adarlan’s actions a bit more, I think.”

His features remained impassive, turning vicious, even, as he said, “There is nothing that I can give you. Nothing I want to give you. You are not owed an explanation for what I do outside of training. I don’t care what you have been through or what you want to do with your life. The sooner you can sort out your whining and self-pity, the sooner I can be rid of you. You are nothing to me, and I do not care.”

Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

“Stop following me. Stop trying to haul me into your happy little circle. Stop doing all of it.”

“Good. He hates you, too,” Cassian shot back. “Everyone fucking hates you. Is that what you want? Because congratulations, it’s happened.”

But she sliced into Cassian before he could go on. “Does that mean you’re done panting after me as well? Because what a relief that will be, to know you’ve finally taken the hint.”

Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

“Get your hand off me.”

“No one told me.” I didn’t particularly care. No doubt she had better things to do, anyway. “You didn’t ask. And why bother? Better to be miserable and alone.”

Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

“Did she pick Dorian, then? The queen. I’m surprised she could stomach either of you, given your history. What your kingdom did to hers.”. Roaring filled his ears as he began shifting his weight onto his feet, willing his spine to hold while he spat at her, “You didn’t seem to mind it one bit, that night at the party. I had you practically begging me.” He didn’t know what the hell was coming out of his mouth. Her nails dug into his back. “You’d be surprised the people that opiate makes you consider. Who you’ll find yourself willing to sully yourself with.”

“I knew another woman who lost as much as you. And do you know what she did with it—that loss?” He could barely stop the words from pouring out, could barely think over the roar in his head. “She hunted down the people responsible for it and obliterated them. What the hell have you bothered to do these years?”

Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

She made to stomp past him, but Lorcan stepped into her path. She craned back her neck to see his face, yet he’d never felt smaller. Shorter. “I didn’t push for Akkadia to spite you,” he managed to say. “I don’t care.” She tried to edge around him, Lorcan easily keeping ahead of her. “I didn’t …” The words strangled him. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Elide let out a soft, vicious laugh. “Of course you didn’t. Why would you have intended for your wondrous queen to sever the blood oath?” “I don’t care about that.” He didn’t. He’d never spoken truer words. “I only wish to make things right.” Her lip curled. “I would be inclined to believe that if I hadn’t seen you crawling after Maeve on the beach.”

Pretty Much Confirmed SJM Endgame Couple:

“Seems like she’s your standard spoiled party girl,” he said, turning the pages.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “And you were going to tell me when?” “After you’d spent a whole day assuming I was a dumb, vapid female more interested in getting my nails done than solving this case.”

Hunt’s eyes darkened. “Do. Not. Fuck. With. Me.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re the Umbra Mortis.” His teeth flashed. “I don’t care what you call me, Quinlan, so long as you do what you’re told.” Fucking alphahole. “Immortality is a long time to have a giant stick up your ass.” Bryce put her hands on her hips. Never mind that she was completely undermined by Syrinx dancing at her feet, prancing in place.

Some readers get so fixated on what they think is healthy in a fictional relationship or what they want to read about in a fictional relationship.

But it's not about what we want, is it? It's about what the author wants and what sort of romance she writes about.

No, you can't necessarily claim her Fae relationships are "healthy" in terms of the aggression they show toward one another but what you can say is the Male and Female tend to go toe to toe and give as good as they get. It's not just the male behaving in a way that's more dominant than the female and neither holds back when they speak their minds. They're raw and real in their communications and she loves starting them out with a bad first impression of one another.

I realize Elain is a lot different than most SJM heroines but SJM isn't going to completely abandon her usual style, even for her. So, based on the authors preference and not the readers, what pairing seems to demonstrate the first hints of having that sort of relationship? The anger, the boldness?

E/riel:

Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”

Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house, using the seeds and tools my family had given her tonight. Whether he cared about such things, I had no idea, but I sent him a silent prayer of thanks for his kindness

"where she'd leave her gift amongst his other unopened presents, subtle and unnoticed"

"She extended the wrapped gift, her hand shaking"

"She had no idea he had done unspeakable things"

"This was a mistake." "She opened her eyes, hurt and confusion warring there before she whispered," I'm sorry. "

Elucien:

“You betrayed us.”

Her eyes went frank and cold. “I was to be married in a few days.”

“I am not always in this city to see my mate.” The last two words dripped with discomfort.

He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings

Some readers act as if the way Elain and Lucien behave towards one another right now is a point in favor of E/riel but based on the authors style, Elucien is way more in line with her endgame couples than E/riel. Again, no they won't be as aggressive as we've seen in the past because Elain and Lucien are different people. But the tension, the willingness to express anger, the lack of tiptoeing politeness (which is something we see with Elain and Az not to mention the fact Az and Elain started out just oh so gentle with one another 😴) is her formula through and through.

What happened with Dorian Gray and the creech? I'm not up on your lore, I don't know how I feel about this blog (TGS hater ass  😡) but I find myself weirdly simping for your characters

Hate is a strong word. I haven't read enough TGS to hate it , it's just not for me. But to go over the whole Dorian Gray/Adam Frankenstein thing, Dorian seduced Adam, which wasn't hard to do, Adam falls pretty fast and hard for anyone that shows him something akin to affection and he is not immune to a pretty face at all. Dorian then found out that Adam, being not very experienced, wasn't actually much good in bed and he tends to come with a lot of baggage and feelings. Dorian is disappointed because he was expecting something more taboo, strange and necrophilic than the pretty vanilla encounter he actually got.

He tried to wring a little more amusement out of it by making out that it was some kind of big conquest in front of a bunch of party guests and treating Adam almost like a pet that he'd "tamed" Adam at that point was already upset because he discovered that there's a difference between being cared for and being somebody's novelty toy and he has some, let's say trauma, around being dehumanized. He comes to realize that the way Dorian is treating him doesn't actually feel different from being called a monster, Dorian just happens to LIKE monsters. In the middle of Dorian trying to pet his head and hand feed him he snaps and starts wrecking shit. He's talked down from killing Dorian but kicked out and banned from Dorian's mansion permanently.

For the next several weeks Adam stalks Dorian with the intent of "haunting" him until he breaks down. He is, once again, talked down by the Motley crew and convinced to let Dorian go and move on.