#theme: keys

[thecutestgrotto]

Valentines Day

[r-aindr0p]

Man the jury is unhinged on those culinary crucible event

I genuinely thought for a few seconds that Ortho would idk casually nuke the food

[loverd0ve]

[shallowseeker]

5x03 & 11x21

[sailorr-art]

2022 concept art for a pmv i never made, but still think is fun!

[ak0-chan]

So my phone theme is pretty, isn't it? hehehe

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[raayllum]

so we're just saying all the quiet parts out loud about Callum's psyche and his construction of his own identity huh

[louceph]

Silent Hill but nothing bad happens

[artbyfinnbrown]

There is a lot of focus put on Subaru's willingness to sacrifice himself for the people he cares about. What a lot less focus is put on is the fact that he isn't actually that big of an outlier when it comes to having a self-sacrificing attitude. Lots of characters in Re:Zero have people that they are willing to sacrifice anything to protect.

In fact, one of the best examples of this are the people closest to Subaru, the Emilia camp:

Beatrice would die for Subaru.

Rem would die for her sister or for Subaru.

Ram would die for her sister, and thought she likely would never admit it, she would put her life at risk for most, if not all, of the rest of the Emilia camp as well.

Garfiel would die for the Emilia camp, because he's the shield, and shields are meant to stop other people from getting hurt.

Otto would die for the Emilia camp, because they're the first people that aren't his family and beast that are actually close to him.

Emilia would die for Subaru, the Emilia camp, and most people that she knows, due to a combination of her kindness and all of the negative feelings she holds toward herself.

Everyone in the Emilia camp simultaneously cares for their friends so much and has too low of an opinion of themselves, making them all very willing to help each other even if it is at great personal cost to themselves.

[cassiasims]

ok listen nobody appreciates that skeleton key is a massive bundle of internal contradictions that messes up the rest of the main series timeline better than i do. like trust me i am also a continuity error hater. but unfortunately or not it is kind of the book about alex and family. not about john, or ian, or yassen, but specifically alex: he playacts in three different families (the pleasures, troy and turner, sarov) and none of them fit. he daydreams about his parents not as idols or shadows to live under but as familial structures that might have shaped him had they lived: he ‘might have been a softer person’, he thinks. he ‘probably would’ve had more friends’. it always gets glossed over but alex chose to go to wimbledon; it’s the first time he agrees to help MI6 without any kind of external pressure. it has nothing to do with john at all. 23 years on and sarov remains the only villain to explicitly kill himself because alex refused to step into the shoes of another dead teenager. you cannot play a son if you’ve never had a father. if you’ve never had a mother. you are fourteen years old and you cannot go home. you are fourteen years old and maybe home never existed at all.

[hysieme]

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

was anyone going to tell me that one of the songs on the official soundtrack is an arrangement of Tchaikovsky's Romeo and Juliet Fantasy Overture and that it plays not only during Chen Nan and Zhuang Shuai's R+J performance but also during the Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang hostage exchange scene, or was I going to have to find that out myself by translating the ost titles that weren't in English on a whim

[agentc0rn]

Project Hope completed!! :)

[untoldstar]

rich yandere x reader part 3

part 1 part 2

I missed my bby warner so yay part three after a decade everyone applaud🙏

male yandere, female reader

Warner impatiently drums his fingers on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the restaurant's window. Specifically, on your figure sitting on a table in front of the window, allowing him a front-seat view of your supposed 'date' with this random man. After he shows you all he could offer you on a silver platter, somehow, you still run to another mediocre man who takes you to an alright restaurant at best for a first date.

He's a little disappointed in you if he's being honest. And he's more disappointed with how you're acting like you're actually enjoying this.

You sip your wine with a smile, cheeks flushed bright in the warm lighting, eyes glazed over and gazing into that man's eyes like he's the only one you see. Leaning over the table closer to him, letting him touch your hand.

Just what do you think you're doing?

The drumming fills the silence of his car, and he's surprised the windows aren't fogging up with the way he's huffing and puffing. He's waiting for this little playdate to be over so he can have a little chat with you, and if you aren't being a difficult brat like you always are, he could take care of you properly. You shift in your seat slightly to rummage through your purse, and his eyes zero in on the movement., You only twisted your body slightly to the side, but the slight movement made the fabric of your dress shift, revealing a dark navy strap tugging at your skin.

He stills. Were you wearing his present for another man? Were you planning to show it to him? To use it?!

His body is moving before he even realizes it, swinging his car door open and slamming it behind him like a madman. A couple walking down the sidewalk whip their head to the sound, concern painting their face, but he ignores them and keeps walking towards the double glass doors. He charges towards your table, and your date notices him first, his smile fading as his eyebrows pull in a tense line, you turn to look over your shoulder and your eyes are blown wide, you almost jump out of your seat and bolt but he makes it to your table in long strides before you get the chance to, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

Your date notices your reaction and straightens up "Can we help you-" Warner looks at him with absolute disgust and disdain, like he's nothing more than a pest that dared to crawl near him "I'm not in a great fucking mood tonight, I'd mind my business if I were you." His gaze slides back to yours, softening only a little but still having that hard edge where his anger burns slowly. "Come on love, let’s go." He sighs extending his hand out for you to take it, and you feel like your entire body is on fire. "Excuse me? I'm not going anywhere with you, and if you thought for even a second that I'd do otherwise, then something is seriously wrong with you." He huffs and rolls his eyes. "Save me the dramatics, love. Come with me so I can dine you properly and discuss this little stunt you pulled." Your jaw drops, "Stunt?!" You don't mean to but you shout making a few heads turn in your direction. You feel embarrassment creep up to color your cheeks as you hear murmers around you but you don't back down "You follow me and crash my date, which I have been enjoying up until now, and I'm the one who pulled a stunt?" You're both glaring at each other, fire burning behind your eyes, bodies tense. You dates eyes dart between both of you, almost hesitating to intervene. He pushes his seat back, the wood screeches against the floor, and you both snap your head towards him. "Listen, man, you need to leave. She doesn't want you here, and we'd like to finish our date. We don't need to make a scene." Warner doesn't say anything, only stands still and stares unblinkingly at your date. You hold your breath, You wouldn’t be completely surprised if he pounced on your date right now.

But he never does. He only walks away from your table and through a door in the back disappearing deep in the restaurant. You share a worried glance with your date and shrug, both of you not saying a word. A few minutes later, Warner is walking out with a paper in his hand and determination in his eyes. Your eyes widen and your mouth gapes "He fucking didn't.." You whisper, and your date looks confused.

The entire table shakes when Warner slams the paper down, silverware clinking and wine spilling on the white cloth. He crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently. You take a closer look to read and have your suspicions confirmed.

The fucker actually did it.

"I assume you have the basic capability to read, meaning you realize I own this place now. Get the fuck out of my restaurant." Your date scoffs "Whatever man, you're insane. Come on, let's get out of here." He picks up his coat and reaches out to hold your hand when Warner blocks it "You won't be taking her anywhere or putting your hands anywhere near her." His tone isn't the usual polite classy one you're used to. He sounds viscious, like he's being held back by a thread. You spring up from your seat catching both their attention “This is ridiculous. Look, I need to take care of this, you should leave." Your date almost looks betrayed and he looks at you like you're the craziest person he's ever met "Are you serious? He's crazy-" You reach a palm up to pat his chest comfortingly "I promise I'll be okay. I'll call you later." Warner scoffs, muttering under his breath "Like hell you will." You hold back from shooting him a glare instead focusing on your date who seems to be having an internal conflict. Eyes darting between you and Warner before he slowly nod "Okay I uh- Just text me or call me or soemthing. Let me know you're okay.” You nod and give him a gentle smile and he finally leaves but not without looking over his shoulder about five times. As soon as the doors shut behind him you hastily grab your coat and purse and walk around Warners body to the door, not once looking at him and not bothering to put on your coat either, the only thing on your mind was getting as far away as possible from him. A decision you soon regreted as the cold air hit your exposed skin. You were only a few steps out of the restaurant before you heard the door open behind you followed by shoes tapping on the concrete floor. He gently tugs at your arm "Wear your coat, it's cold." you shake your arm out of his grasp and coontinue walking "Not cold." He hufs behind you.

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s rolling his eyes "I don't mind working for it love but I really don't think either of us is in the mood tonight." You hear his footsteps behind you but you continue ignoring him. That is untill yout feet are lifting off the air and you're being thrown over his shoulder like a sack of patatoes "What are you doing?!" Your hands ball up into fists and pound on his back “Put me down. Now!” You tel when you feel a sharp sting on your ass “Stop fussing darling.” You reach his car and finally he lets you down. If he notices how red your face has gotten he doesn’t show it. He opens the passengers door and looks at you with a bored expression “Get in.” You’re tempted to spare a glance behind your shoulder to see if you could make a run for it but settle with quietly getting in the passenger’s seat. After tonight you’re sure he has no issue picking you up and placing you in the car himself if it came to that.

The car ride is quiet. Only the hum of the cars engine and the clicking of the blinker filling the silence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat and clear your throat “How did you know I was on a date tonight?” He sighs and smiles softly “I always know what you’re doing. I thought you knew that already.” You roll your eyes “So you followed me like a psychopath and ruined my date?” He shakes his head bitterly “That was a joke not a date. He doesn’t deserve you.” You turn to him fury in your eyes “And you do?!” The car stops abruptly and you brace a hand on the dashboard “Yes I do. More than anyone and I truly don’t understand why you can’t see it. I’ve shown what I can offer you and you’ve barely considered it. What’s worse after everything you go to a random man who can’t give you half the things I can” He growls “Do you truly despise me that much?” His eyes hold desperation and frustrations. Your glare softens “Are you really never going to stop chasing me?” His gaze hardens “Never. You can hate me all you want, you can throw out everything I give you and I’ll never stop.” You sigh your body going limp. You look out the window to see you’ve been outside your apartment this whole time.

You bite your lip and curse under your breath “Okay.” You’re probably going to regret this “One date.” He smiles and reaches a hand up to caress your cheek tenderly “Thank you love.” He leans in and his breath fans against your ear “I promise you’ll wish you would have done this sooner.” You shudder and push him away. “Don’t get ahead of yourself I’m just getting you off my back.” You grab your purse and reach to open the car door “Burn it.” You blink “Burn what?” He looks at you with an unamused stare “What you’re wearing under that dress. I’ll buy you a different one.” You scoff “Pervert.”

You make sure to slam the door behind and not look back once knowing he’s staring at you.

The next morning just as promised a package arrived at your door. Dark red, lacy and filling your head with thoughts you don’t want.

“I should make it clear you don’t wear this for anyone else love.

See you soon.”

You don’t crumple his note and chuck in the trash like you normally do.

Guess you’re going on a date.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Little bright colored outfit with a fun vest ~

(shoes from ebay like 10 years ago. everything else is thrifted)