Gentle Warding Bond 

Astarion was lost in thought, staring off into space with an open journal on one knee, absentmindedly fiddling with two rings in his hand. He was always picking up diaries and journals wherever he went, with an almost morbid curiosity about the lives of their dead authors.  

“Find something interesting?” you asked. 

“These rings we found at the House of Healing...” he answered, still in deep thought. “They appear to be counterparts. The wearer of one of them can cast a blessing on the other. That person gains a boon that protects them from harm. But any wound or injury that does reach them will be shared by the caster.” 

“How quaint” you said, sitting down next to him. 

“This journal belonged to the last wearer of the ‘giving’ ring. The poor sop died from injuries sustained by their lover.” Astarion tossed the journal off to the side.  

“What a stupid way to die” you commented after a moment of silent contemplation.  

“A bond that will drag you to your grave after your lover, should they fall. Or if you fail to protect them. Together as one against all others... Even in death.” he mused. 

“This is the kind of bullshit that breeds romance novels” you added. 

“Yes, it’s so nauseatingly sentimental I might actually be sick” laughed Astarion.  

“So saccharine” you scoffed. 

“Revoltingly sappy” agreed Astarion. 

“And absurdly foolish.” 

“Imbecilic!” 

“Simply mad.” 

You’d been looking into each other’s eyes for the latter portion of this exchange. 

“It sounds more like a curse than a boon, really” said Astarion, still looking into your eyes and reaching out to take your hand. 

“What idiot would do such a thing?” you managed, hoarsely.  

Astarion slipped one of the rings onto your finger, following suit with the other for himself. He uttered an incantation, and a warm feeling spread over your body. You felt stronger, safer, more assured. And you experienced a sensation that you could only describe as a feeling of his presence, wrapping you in an unseen embrace.  

Astarion leaned in to place a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.  

"You’re a good actor, but I can hear your heart racing, darling” he whispered once you broke the kiss. You just bit his lip in response, eliciting a soft growl from him.  

“Come on, love” he purred, getting up. “Let’s go kill something.” 

~~~~~

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"people shouldn't draw or write crowle-" sounds like a skill issue I love male Crowley I love female Crowley I love femme Crowley I love trans Crowley I love genderqueer genderfuckery genderfluid Crowley I love nonbinary Crowley I love Crowley spindly thin with broad shoulders I love Crowley with curves I love Crowley in a dress I love Crowley in a suit I love crowley with big bazoonga boobs or tiny boobs or no boobs I love Crowley with perky tits and a dick i love crowley with a vagina I love Crowley with a penis i love crowley with a tdick I love Crowley with a boy pussy I love Crowley with snesises I love Crowley with barbie-smooth nothingness I love lesbian Crowley I love gay Crowley I love virgin Crowley I love experienced Crowley I love asexual Crowley I love sexual flirty Crowley I love awkward blushing Crowley I love long haired Crowley I love Crowley with a shorn head I love Crowley with any hairdo at all bc they're all HOT I love Crowley with earrings or black fingernails or pointy teeth or horns or none of these I love Crowley with a snake tattoo on his cheek chest arm or ass I love Crowley no matter in which incarnation at all as long as the hair is FIERY RED but actually I also love blackhaired book crowley idgaf just go wild it's what Crowley would want

And if I said Cannibalism as a metaphor for love with what happens to farcille at the end of dungeon meshi who would agree with me.

Knowing that dungeon meshi is about food as a form of love and knowing that we eat Falin. Knowing how much Marcille loves Falin. Who would fault me.

strictly work related, we can't be too obvious that youre my favorite

This is everything

cr: @hellfiresbyers

Blessing you whenever you come back home.

~Essence

the irony of cesare slutshaming juan for sleeping in brothels had me with tears in my eyes considering his very first scene in the show is him rawdogging a prostitute like his life depended on it...like babygirl we see you!!!

Making sparda an overbearing, dominating figure with a soft spot for family and general neutrality on humans is good but i think super happy funtime guy sparda who is incredibly enamored with his family and outwardly super duper nice (almost appearing and sometimes is naive or gullible) to humans but when alone or pushed in just the right way he morphs into that nearly cruel and dark figure he was considered long ago is better. :)

The backlash against Frozen, which, from my observation, has cooled down (that isn't a joke, I swear-) quite a bit over the past few years, was less based on the quality of the movie itself and more on the fact that its massive success and reach really overshadowed a lot of other movies that came out prior to it and after it and was getting credited for stuff that had already been done before plenty of times, and in many cases, in those exact movies. This is why, to this day, many fans STILL refuse to give Tangled its props without trying to put Frozen down in some way. In their eyes, Tangled should have gotten the glory and accolades Frozen received, but did not, and that made them quite jealous. Overall, Frozen is far from a bad movie. It's a great movie with a great message, characters, music and does actually deserve the success and recognition it got, and some fans need to stop being so salty about it and uplift their fav movies without putting Frozen down so they get the proper appreciation they deserve as well. Although, yes, the credit this movie got for allegedly introducing themes, archetypes and tropes that had already been seen before in Disney, including movies set in a fairytale world with heroines as the protags, was undoubtedly the most annoying part about its success and is part of the reason why many tried to drag this movie and its main leads.

＊insert pomegranate emoji＊ Haunted. Sounds like a scary word, something you wouldn’t want to be. Then you’re haunted by a lost love, and that’s all you wish to be . . .

Why I love Rojka 'Kasaan (and you should, too)

If Master Chief blew up a Covenant homeworld, you might look at him differently. You might consider civilian casualties and the cruel calculus of war and wince. His story helpfully side-steps this issue by making it so that it simply never happens. Humanity never found Covenant homeworlds during the war soon enough to target them. Until Glyke.

If we expect cooperation and remorse from ex-Covenant who destroyed human worlds, what do we expect from a Sangheili fleetmaster whose own world was destroyed by Spartans? That's Rojka's story.

Rojka was once a fleetmaster, but was demoted after the Changing of the Guard, sent to a shipyard to repair ships rather than command them. As a result, he was not present for the attack on Reach or the assault on Earth.

When Reach fell, Spartan-II Gray Team was granted permission to target and destroy Covenant homeworlds in what was clearly an act of retaliation. They were cleared to destroy the Sangheili colony Glyke before comms were lost with ONI. Unbeknownst to them, the human-Sangheili ceasefire was initiated just before they decided on destroying the planet, effectively betraying the fresh alliance between humans and Sangheili. Rojka, a Glyke native, lost most of his family.

During the Great Schism, Rojka sided with Thel 'Vadam and the Covenant separatists, taking control of the fleet that he'd been tasked with repairing. Rojka was realistic. Like so many, he faced a crisis of character when he lost his religion. He worried for his species' future and longed for direction. He understood that the Sangheili needed to be allies with the humans to survive. To this end, he learned to tolerate them. But not the Spartans that ruined his life.

Rojka isn't anyone special. He's no Thel 'Vadam, with wealth, influence, and his family behind him. He's no Usze 'Taham, with old-world faith and an impressive pedigree. He could probably be most closely compared to Olabisi Varo'dai, except that she lost her home at the hands of a Covenant accident and not a UNSC attack.

Rojka is a refugee. Anyone in his life who didn't happen to be off-world when the nukes detonated was dead. The fleet he used to have was down to a skeleton crew. But Thel 'Vadam still asked him to lead the refugees to a new world that they called Rakoi. They started to rebuild, with Rojka becoming the kaidon of Rak, the Sangheili capital (nerd sidebar for those who care: I believe he was more accurately the high kaidon). He grows to love his new home, with one complicating factor: unbeknownst to them, Rakoi was originally called Carrow, a human colony that evacuated during the war. When the dust settled, the humans returned to find their new neighbors.

There's irony somewhere in Thel asking Rojka to do something he would never ask of a human: to set aside his anger at losing his homeworld and work peacefully with the people who took it from him. It's something that Thel hopes for, but when humans continue to hate him, he doesn't blame them. But he expects more from Rojka, and Rojka, who is concerned about maintaining support from Sanghelios, is caught in the politics. He agrees to maintain peace with the humans, which leads to a civil conflict led by his own cousin, who disagrees with making peace.

As part of this agreement, he is introduced to the UNSC Diplomatic Corp envoy Melody Azikiwe. At first, he resents her presence, thinking of her as a meddler and someone whose skills were ultimately useless. He considers humans to be a necessary evil rather than allies. He does not believe diplomacy is truly possible, and thinks Melody weak for talking instead of fighting. But when a two-front war breaks out on Carrow and Melody awakens Gray Team to assist, his resolve is shaken. Over and over again, he's reminded of how much both humans and Sangheili have suffered.

Eventually the civil conflict escalates to a point where the entire planet is in danger, and he has no choice but to accept help from the Spartans. The decision to destroy Glyke without clear orders was a contentious one for the team, which broke them once they realized what they'd done. In their own way, they try to make amends with Rojka.

In the end, it's not ships or soldiers who overcome the conflict, but people. Regular people, talking their way out and through problems. Rojka begins to realize the importance of jobs like Melody's and that there are better ways to solve problems than separating heads from necks (although he does do that, too). Having decided to set aside his anger with Gray Team, he returns home to Rak to rebuild. When he gets there, he learns that another kaidon has risen to power in his absence, usurping his title. In what is, in my opinion, his greatest moment of growth, Rojka accepts the new power structure without argument.

I can't overstate how unusual this is. Few things are more important than power and pride in Sangheili culture. Many Sangheili prefer to die than admit to being injured. They prefer to be killed rather than captured. The most honorable way to replace a kaidon is a battle to the death. But Rojka is tired. He wants to go home. He agrees to be an envoy for Rak, having grown to appreciate the power of diplomacy.

Growth!!!!!! That's growth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A soft breeze whispers of longing, a love song seeking its muse. It tells of a heart that braves challenges, yearning for solace in true love's embrace. Each breath vows devotion, guiding him towards her. In that whisper, he finds his soulmate, their love story ready to unfold.

Listen I gotta say it cause we all know it's true, and you can boo me, but I'm right: the current "DCAverse" is just today's version of "the Undertale skelebro (Sans & Papyrus) harems" of 2016-17

one thing that was such a gift from 2023 was the whole reclamation of "girlhood." i loved that. like, women openly embracing their inner teenage girl and doing things that paid homages to that. being like unapologetically vulnerable and uncensored in their anger, their hurt, and their sad. women taking more pictures and being so intentional with making memories with their friends and creating camaraderie around the girl experience. women putting ribbons in their hair, putting on more blush, unapologetically following trends... i loved seeing girls girl harder than literally anything i've ever seen. it was honestly really inspiring and beautiful and i hope to see more of that in 2024

🎨 Art imitating Love. 🌋