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dosemakesthepoison · 10 months
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Just saw a post about zevrans torturers in the fade being dalish elves that made me think about this.
I was listening to zevrans dialogue with the warden and other companions and zevran truly doesn't identify with or as basically any of the groups he could conceivably be a part of. He's left the crows so he's no longer a crow, he was rejected by the dalish and is not really a "true elf", he can't go back to being a kid in the brothel (last place he felt unconditional love). He's never had a lover which wasn't a contract or he didn't kill. He's just very dissociated from himself and everyone around him.
The only thing he consistently identifies as is being worth 7 gold coins. He says it to the warden more than once. He says it to some of the companions. My guys got 1 thing defining his self worth and it's that the crows bought him for 7 gold coins. And what does the warden give him to increase affinity? Gold bars. The warden is saying "You are worth so much more than what the crows paid for" in a quite literal sense. I'm emotional about the pixel man again.
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hitorimaron · 2 months
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Inspired by I will be chasing a starlight by @feyburner @sundiscus
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“You know what?” Wei Ying said. “I think we should be friends.”
“Vulcans do not have friends,” said Lan Zhan. He was staring very determinedly at the screen in front of him.
Wei Ying frowned at him. “That can’t be right.”
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phoenixduelist · 6 months
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The only S3 opening I accept is Izzy literally clawing out of the grave, yelling: 'None of you absolute TWATS bothered to check for a pulse??'
In a show where every tiny movement has 26280 meanings and possible interpretations, I refuse to believe that this death has absolutely none.
And I also hope after crawling out, his first half conscious journey is into Ed's and Stede's inn, sending both into a cardiac arrest
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LOOK AT THE BOI!!!! THEY JUST ANNOUNCED IT!!!
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I KNOWWWWWWW HE'S SO CUTE I NEED HIM IN MY HOUSE. BITING HIM BITING HIM BITING HIM
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i ADORE that vianton has garnered a sort of cult following. like they’re two characters from a nearly decade-old movie, one of which only has like seven minutes of screentime, that interacted twice. then we saw ofmd and were like you know what, these men need to kiss in every universe. and we were right
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Part vi number 18 and 8 👀
8. “Kiss me, I can’t wait any longer.” 18. “It’s so hot when you talk like that.”
it's been a long night. the mission was a success and the team is celebrating - using a chunk of the stolen cash to fill their stomachs with food and good wine at the vacant building they renovated into their hideout.
it's been a long night, and it's made even longer by how ian hasn't had a single moment alone with mickey since the heist started. since mickey had to concentrate on doing his thing with the wires and ian had to put on his tux, blending in with the gala's diamonds and furs. pretending to be someone you're not is hard in a room full of rich snobs. it's even harder in a room full of people who think they know you from top to bottom.
because they don't. these people are his family - they have been for years - but they don't know what makes ian tick. what's most important to him. the way his heart pulses and fingers itch for the man across the table from him.
his team is his family, but they don't know that he and mickey are fucking.
they can't. it would complicate too much. they'd start going off about how emotions like that can fuck with the plan. how their entire mission can go haywire if something happened to one of them. and they're right. it would. ian would scrap an entire weeks-long pursuit the fucking second he saw something happen to mickey. he cares too much. he's a fucking liability.
so they don't tell them. they keep their nights together to themselves. keep how long they've been doing this a secret. act normal and cordial and friendly on the outside, even when one shared look across the table sends pulses of want and desire through ian so powerful that he has to swallow down another gulp of wine, their heavy gaze never leaving each other once.
because it's been a long night. he hasn't had a chance to touch mickey. to reward him for a job well done in his own way. to look him over and smooth him out and exist with him, away from the others. alone. together.
the team is his family, but they don't know that he told mickey he's in love with him last night. they have no idea how powerful the wave of delight in his soul was when mickey said it back to him. to them, they're just ian and mickey. two members of the team who have gone quiet now, content with stealing glances across the table with heavy, wine-drunk eyes.
they can't know. and ian is two seconds away from reaching across the table and pulling mickey's hand into his own, so he forces himself to get up, stepping away from the table.
he disappears into one of the bedrooms - the one with the big floor to ceiling windows that look out into the abandoned building's courtyard. it's quiet here. peaceful. he can hear exactly how hard his pulse is thumping in his eardrums while everyone else carries on in the main room.
because he's good at slipping away without causing attention to it. it's how he joined the team in the first place. but there's one person who tracked his entire exit. he's fucking banking on it.
behind him, the door shuts. the lock clicks.
and when ian turns, the warmth that was being pushed down all night blooms fully and heavily in his chest.
mickey takes him in just as hungrily, the grin that's pulling the corner of his mouth so good that ian needs to chase after it. "kiss me," mickey murmurs, already stepping toward him on the momentum they've been building across the table, "can't wait any fuckin' longer."
it's got ian's heart soaring. has something almost animalistic rumbling in his chest as he steps forward too, fucking finally, because christ... "it's so fucking hot when you talk like that."
and when they meet in the middle of the room, it's with hands grabbing - feeling - running over ian's shoulders and holding mickey's face and they pull themselves together so tightly that ian can taste blood as their mouths clash.
but it's what he's been craving all night. it's what keeps him going, mickey just as hungry for it as he starts walking him backward until ian's back is pressed against the window.
they probably shouldn't be doing this here. not right now, at least. they're celebrating in the other room, after all.
but nothing is more important to ian than this man. this moment. this thing that they've made with each other.
and soon, it will be too big to hide.
[ send me a smutty one-liner ]
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guardianhyren · 2 months
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It is me coming back from the void with a redraw of this post because I was rereading it and looking at my old one is cringe.
This is of RogueDruid’s Locked in Digital, specifically the part where it’s talking about how Midoriya managed to massacre and entire group in the stairs/hallway and it felt so cool I wanted to draw it (again).
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You know what I think the reason i'm still into ninjago is because of the way the comics were written they irreversibly changed my brain chemistry the way Cole was described in one of the guidebooks that I read at like at fifteen or something made me insane
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scarlettwriter91 · 8 months
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Sometimes I check out the bookmarks for my Harry Potter fanfic.
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They never ever disappoint!
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noose-lion · 1 year
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Chuuya, after watching the Princess Bride late one night while half asleep on his three thousand dollar couch: Hmmm.
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Dazai: You should *insert meaningless vaguely insulting suggestion* Chuuya.
Chuuya: As you wish. *proceeds to swing a fist toward his face*
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cyraclove · 3 months
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WIP (almost) Wednesday
currently working on a professor/student hellcheer au that I think I’ve finally got all plotted out. I’m going to try to finish this entirely before posting 🤞🏼
The car idles at the curb as they sit there in silence. Muffled music plays somewhere beneath the loud thrum of the heater. It’s a woman singing, breathy and low. It might be Joni Mitchell, but it’s hard to tell. The windows start to fog.
Chrissy’s nails dig into the spongy steering wheel cover. She can feel Eddie’s eyes on her in the darkness, but she can’t look at him. The air is thick and her skin feels uncomfortably dry—too tight, like it’s someone else’s. She doesn’t belong in it.
She doesn’t belong in this car with Eddie. They shouldn’t be alone. They shouldn’t be sitting in the parking lot of his apartment building. They shouldn’t be this close to each other.
Because when they’re this close to each other Chrissy can smell the leather of Eddie’s jacket and the warm, woodsy cologne that he wears and she can’t help but remember what his tongue tasted like when it slid against hers.
Chrissy cranks her window down and sucks in the wintry air. It stings when it hits her lungs but the chill kisses her burning cheeks and she can breathe again. A shiver slithers down her back when the wind hits the nape of her sweaty neck.
Eddie stirs in his seat and Chrissy startles, finally turning to face him.
“Shit, sorry—“
“No, it’s fine, I don’t know why I jumped like that.”
Chrissy gives Eddie a weary smile and he answers with a weak chuckle.
“Probably just tired,” he suggests. “It’s pretty late.”
“Mhmm.”
“Thank you again. For the ride.”
“Of course.”
A beat.
“Do you wanna come in?”
Chrissy’s heart leaps into her throat as her pulse stumbles. She sucks her teeth, eyes darting toward the floorboard. “Eddie. Please don’t do this.”
“Just to talk,” Eddie insists. He sounds so sweet and earnest that it nearly breaks Chrissy’s heart. “I just want to talk to you. Please.”
“We can talk here. It’s…it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to be in your apartment.”
Something sharp and shimmery crackles through Chrissy’s veins when Eddie’s hand finds hers, his fingertips resting gently on her knuckles. Cool metal presses against her skin. His rings.
They lock eyes again and her stomach swoops, the sound of her blood rushing in her ears.
“I didn’t ask if it would be appropriate,” Eddie murmurs. His thumb sweeps across the back of her hand and she might as well be on her knees. “I asked if you wanted to.”
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nightskyfoxyy · 9 months
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....So I mightve read @niobiumao3 s Ao3 fic "Obliquity". Again. And I mightve gotten a bit inspired. What can I say, I see a powercouple and I suddenly cant be normal about them anymore. The "Phee is an ex-jedi in hiding" concept? The cherry on top.
EVERYONE GO READ IT. ESPECIALLY IF YOURE STILL IN DENIAL ABOUT THE SEASON 2 FINALE.
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hitorimaron · 2 months
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Inspired by Time Signature by @letteredlettered
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alucarddear · 2 years
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im loving the hc😗 i wonder how adrian acts when hes mad at “you” or reader? maybe fights about you investigating too much to his life
Angry!Adrian
Note: [You] Argument HCs with Adrian. Plus a little flashback drabble cause I can’t help myself, I like drama.
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He usually has a lot of patience, but there are times when arguments do happen, as they tend to do with any couple. Even he has limits.
Rather than explosive anger though, he seethes with cold fury. It’s a lot more frightening. Even the room feels colder with him in it.
Don’t push him, really, don’t. 😬
He gets quiet, eerily quiet. You know he’s angry when his volume is even lower than usual—his voice is deep, almost emotionless. It’s different, colder than the usual soft voice he uses around/for you. He may even get a little sarcastic with you.
His body language is stiff, twitchy even, like an agitated cat. You know he’s uncomfortable, the way he keeps walking about, the way he tries to diffuse his anger by occupying himself with mundane activities. Only, they don’t always work.
His expression hardens. His jaw clenches, as if he’s trying his best to restrain himself from saying anything that could hurt you. He would never hurt you physically, but you know how cutting his words can get.
He is likely to attempt leaving or putting off the situation before it gets out of hand. He prefers having space, some quiet time to get his thoughts in order. But if pursued or cornered, he might snap.
In the rare instance that he snaps, that’s when he actually raises his voice, and it’s enough to scare anybody, including you.
The first time he snapped at you went a little something like this:
“Adrian, come back! We’re not finished,” you huffed indignantly, hurrying after his retreating form.
“Are you trying your hardest to vex me?” he turned around and snapped at you that one time, voice raised, cornering you against the wall.
Unaware of how badly he needed space, you’d made the mistake of tailing him and throwing questions after questions at him when he wasn’t quite ready for discussion. To you, the way he upped and left had been rude. But you realised belatedly that he had only been trying to protect you. That he needed time away to reflect and calm himself.
He towered over you as he backed you against the wall. His eyes were not the warm honey hue you knew them to be for his temper had coloured them scarlet. Adrian stared you down, leaving you utterly speechless, and for the first time, rattled by him.
“Well?” He hissed, fangs in clear view, leering at you.
He’d never raised his voice like this before, and you’d never seen him direct so much anger at you. Your lips started to quiver and your chest heaved. But as soon as the first droplets of tears escaped your eyes, he drew back with a gasp as if burnt by a consecrated whip.
“Fuck,” he cursed softly, regretfully, his face contorting with what looked like pain. His trembling hands then came up to touch you, so very slowly, as if afraid you would cower or flinch away from him, giving you plenty of time to push him away if you wanted to. You didn’t. You saw the concern plainly written on his face even through the blurry haze of tears in your eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised you, voice whispery and tinged with unmistakeable sorrow. “I am truly sorry, my beloved,” he said, grasping you by your shoulders. “I’m never—darling, I could never hurt you. I’m sorry.”
You believed him. You knew he would never. You hadn’t even meant to cry. You were simply startled, taken aback. You’d never pushed him this far before. It was your mistake to pursue rather than give him the space he needed.
You let him crush you against his chest, let him brush the hair away from your temple and kiss you tenderly there.
“Shh,” he murmured against the top of your head, cradling your trembling body in his strong arms. “Forgive me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeated over and over until you calmed down.
When you’d calmed down sufficiently, he sat you down and held your hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologised for what must have been the hundredth time. “But please, my love, understand that I need to be by myself. Please, let me go and brood somewhere else when I’m angry.” I’ll always come back to you. You don’t have to see me this way.
You nodded, fully understanding. “I’m sorry, Adrian,” you said, eyes glued to the ground. “It’s not going to happen again. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have—”
“No, don’t be,” he cut you off, bringing you closer to place a kiss upon your lips.
“Look at me,” he said. “I never want to see you cry. Never.”
It hurt him more than anything to see you cry.
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mushramoo · 10 months
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I was finally reading the negligible self fic by @homosexual-fanfiction and then AO3 SHUT DOWN IM GONNA CRY ITS SO GOOD
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the official zutara dissertation: conclusion
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 
This dissertation set out to prove that Zutara, rather than Kat.aang and Mai.ko, should have been the endgame ship of Avatar: The Last Airbender. It has discussed why Zuko and Katara would make a good couple within the text, how the narrative was setting them up for a relationship and why a Zutara endgame would have served the themes and messages of the show, as well as the arcs of all the characters involved, better than the canon relationships did.
Many have argued that Zutara is too complicated, too deep, too much for a kids’ show - that much of the subtext and narrative and analysis that really makes Zutara brilliant cannot be easily understood by children. But the reason that Avatar: The Last Airbender still stands the test of time today is because it did care about those very things, because it took difficult, complex issues and still managed to make them meaningful, nuanced and understandable. If ATLA could depict imperialism, colonialism, redemption, genocide and war, I see no reason why it could not have pulled off an enemies-to-lovers ship literally coded in the DNA of the show.
In conclusion, Zutara should have been canon because it would have fixed almost all of the narrative, thematic and character problems I have discussed over the course of this dissertation, and elevated the show to near perfection. The choice to deny Zutara of the ending they rightfully deserved is thus undoubtedly one of ATLA’s biggest flaws and its greatest loss. 
But as Dante Basco, Prince Zuko himself and captain of the Zutara ship, put it:  “Sometimes the feeling of what could have been is stronger than what actually happened, because the memory of perfection lasts longer.” 
Though Zuko and Katara’s story ends in tragedy, it is this very tragedy that still makes them so fascinating all of these years later ‐ because the final element of Zutara’s brilliance is the idea of what might have been, in what has been left solely to our imaginations. In the greatest of ironies, therefore, it was only by leaving the story of Zuko and Katara unfinished that it was able to become the beautiful tale it is today ‐ more powerful and compelling, perhaps, than it could ever have been in canon. 
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