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If solavellan doesn't have messy, sloppy, hot makeup up sex in veilguard, then why is Solas so hot for? 10 years bioware. I will fucking riot.

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Something about Rhysand is that he knows Nesta is Cassian's heart. He knows she's Cassian's mate and that he loves her and cares about her. But that doesn't stop Rhysand from constantly threatening her. Either Rhysand hates Nesta so much that he doesn't care that hurting her also hurts Cassian or he knows that Cassian is so far wrapped around his finger that he can treat Nesta however he wishes and Cassian won't do anything to defend or protect her. Either way, Cassian's lack of protecting Nesta from Rhysand just emboldens Rhysand to continously treat her worse and worse.

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I couldn’t help but cry when Feyre arrived at the Summer Court with Rhysand, and he declared, “She’s High Lady, she can do whatever she wishes.” I mean, yes, Feyre is the High Lady, but she’s the High Lady of the Night Court, and here they are in the Summer Court. The weight of his words, while meant to be empowering, just felt a bit misplaced in that context. And then, Feyre had her moment where she tried to be all girlboss, saying something like, “Take care of your injured.” I wanted to scream, “Shut the hell up!” It felt so out of place, like she was trying too hard to command the room without really understanding the situation.

It was infuriating to think about how Feyre and Rhysand walked into the Summer Court, a court they had literally stolen from, acting as if nothing had happened. The tension was palpable. They’d taken the Book of Breathings right from under Tarquin’s nose, deceiving him in the process, and now they had the audacity to stroll in, expecting him to be okay with it all.

What made it worse was how they completely disregarded anything Tarquin said. He wasn’t just some stranger or enemy; he had once welcomed them as allies, offered them friendship, and they betrayed that trust. And yet, here they were, acting like they were above it all. Rhysand’s casual dismissal of Tarquin’s frustration—like his words didn’t matter, like their betrayal could just be swept under the rug—was a blatant show of arrogance. It was as if they expected him to forget everything, to simply move on, because they were the Night Court and they believed their agenda was more important than anyone else’s.

Even Feyre, with her attempts at diplomacy, came off as condescending. They both acted like they could just walk in, ignore the hurt they caused, and play their power games. It was a slap in the face to everything the Summer Court had stood for. Tarquin had every right to be furious.

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sorry I can't hang out, I'm too busy forcing my kinks on unsuspecting gamer bros. Nothing makes me hornier than skin. And surgery scars..

sorry gamers, tumblrinas own video games now

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Not to be a hater but I saw someone talking about how they hope Solas opens up enough to Rook to want to flirt with them, regardless of his history with Lavellan and . . . This will actually 100% ruin it for me, especially since the Inquisitor will show up in some capacity. Lavellan and Solas are this horrible, doomed love, but the love is there and it's 100% utterly insane. She chased HIM. She seduced HIM. My girl is crazy and into crazy. I'm aware it's been like ten years but that's like a blink for Solas, the immortal Dread Wolf. If this dude even so much as hopes for flirting with another person after utterly breaking Lavellan's heart, taking her arm with a fucking KISS and still calling her Vehnan? I'll fucking riot. FIND YOUR OWN ANCIENT TRAUMATIZED MORALLY GREY TEA HATING ELVEN GOD ROOK. MY LAVELLAN WILL IN FACT THROW HANDS, SHE'S GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE NOW.

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This website is too mobile focused these days. Reblog and tell me what your desktop/laptop background is.

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She was the best of them. She cared for her people. She protected them.

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Nesta Archeron by shinkxart [instagram]

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Do you guys remember how kidnap fantasies were popular on wattpad because young girls and queer teens were both made to feel shame at the thought of their own sexualities, so the fantasy of being kidnapped totally against their will was a way for them to engage with a romantic or sexual fantasy without feeling morally in the wrong for doing so? Added bonus that the fantasy involved being whisked away from repressive environments like home or school, right?

Finding out that Bram Stoker was in a sexless marriage and that scholars believe that he very likely was closeted gay puts the entire book into perspective as to WHY it reads EXACTLY like a self insert wattpad Dracula kidnap fic:

“I TOTALLY love my wife and would never do anything that an upstanding Good Straight Working Man wouldn’t do but oh nooo, big strong man with broad back and strong enough arms to carry me back to bed like a princess trapped me and claimed me as his, completely against my will 👉👈 But he protects me against the bad evil sexual women (who I assure you, I am TOTALLY sexually attracted to, as any straight man with a choice would be) but trust me, I do NOT want ANY of this. What’s that? The Count is not capable of feeling love? Would be a shame if I had the special ability to change tha-”

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Juniper and Earwig the knight.

Got some new fairy ocs to play with it's toxic yuri, its forbidden magic girly, its honor-bound knight conflict. It's Guard and Princess. All my current favourite juicy things. (f/f)

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I have the Big Sad today and this is the first thing that's made me smile day, OP you are the best. Unhinged and equally horny Solas and Lavellan are my vibe.

Rook stumbles upon a hidden bookshelf in the Lighthouse.

Rook: *running their fingers across the book spines* What’s this? Your evil plan repository?

Solas: Unimportant.

Rook: Oddly reticent. Let’s have a read.

Solas: NO!

Rook: Oh, that just makes me want to read it more.

Rook pulls a random book out and flips to a random page. The smile on their face drops. Their brow furrows.

Rook: Solas, literally the first sentence I read was: “My mouth descended upon her yearning flower.”

Solas: *coughs awkwardly and looks away*

Rook: Solas…Solas, is this your porn stash?

Solas: Erotica.

Rook: Nuance, listen—wait, this is your hand writing. D-did…did you write this?

Solas: …

Rook: *grabs another random book* You’re hand writing again. “Her masterful mouth and tongue worked my-“

Solas: You don’t have to read it out loud.

Several hours later…

Rook: * throwing books all over the place* It’s all fucking lewd’s!!! You wrote all this smut!

Solas: A mere thought experiment put to paper.

Rook: This is not a thought experiment, this is a horny dissertation! All about you and this Lavellan lady. Andraste’s Tits! Are you trying to get a PhD in Down Bad?!

Solas: Can we stop talking now?

Rook: Did you get this peer reviewed by Desire Demon’s or something? This shit’s smutty. I thought Varric was bad.

Sometime…

Lavellan: My name is Lavellan.

Rook, mouth agape, turns to the projection of Solas.

Solas: Not. A. Word.

Rook: *shaking Lavellan’s hand* Hi. I’ve read all about you.

A tear in the Fade appears. Solas reaches out and begins to strangle Rook.

I like to write Solas and Lavellan as equally unhinged.

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the unfortunate thing about solas dragonage is that he has the aura of a man who would moan very nicely if you pulled his hair. alas,

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The Auction

inspired by those floral paintings I’ve seen floating around based off that one tweet.

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I don't think Bioware fully comprehends the absolute chaos it’s about to release by handing us, the unapologetic mage-bangers, Emmrich "well done, my dear" Volkarin after the emotional war crime that was the Solas romance.

It’s like they’re handing us an emotionally healthy daddy figure wrapped in a big ol’ “yes, praise me harder” bow and just expecting us to behave.

AO3? Oh, it’s about to be a bloodbath. A flood of unholy praise kink is going to rain down like mana from horny heaven. The poor voice actor? He’s got no idea what’s coming. Fans, barely coherent, will be sobbing in his DMs, pleading for him to record lines like, "darling, sweet thing, apple of my throbbing loins,” because suddenly that’s the only thing keeping them going.

And you just know the fics are gonna go there. We’re talking steamy, full-blown, knee-weakening sex scenes so detailed you’ll practically hear the slapping sounds through your screen. Every silver hair, every wrinkled brow is going to get worshipped like it’s the goddamn Holy Grail. Emmrich? He’s not just a mentor now, no—he’s the silver-fox sex wizard of everyone’s dirtiest, most depraved dreams.

Bioware, you’ve dragged us through the emotional meat grinder with Solas, and now you’re tossing us this emotionally sane and well-adapted snack with decades of good coping mechanisms? Oh, baby, the sex scenes are gonna be biblical. I’m talking hands-on-bookshelves, robes ripped off, candles flickering like we’re summoning a demon but, surprise, it’s just Emmrich praising your efforts in bed like you’re acing your dissertation. It's gonna be 'well done, my dear' while you’re doing ungodly things to that silver fox, and he’s stroking your hair like you just unlocked a new achievement.

Me? Oh, honey, I’ll be on the front lines like a horny general leading the charge into the unholy lands. November 1st? I’m not just showing up, I’m rolling in with a pre-written, fully locked-and-loaded stash of smut so scandalous, my Orthodox ancestors will not only crucify me—they’ll disown me in the afterlife. I’m gonna make them turn in their graves so hard, we’ll solve the energy crisis.

And let’s not get it twisted—I’m going to worship this thin, emotionally available mage like he’s the last goddamn spellcaster left in Thedas. I’m talking tongue tracing every single one of his ribs like I’m mapping out the delicate lines of a cathedral—except it’s not sacred, it’s blasphemous as fuck. Forget holy water; it’s gonna be sweat, and I’ll be so deep into my thirst, my own character, Rook, will be doing things that’d make even the most depraved demon of desire blush. Every sliver of his body, every wrinkle, every bone—especially the bones—is getting the Rook Treatment™.

Bioware? You better brace yourself because I’m about to publish smut so audacious, so flagrantly wanton, even the Deep Roads will seem vanilla.

We’ve suffered. And now poor Emmrich’s going to be buried alive under the weight of all that… pent-up thirst. Welcome to the show, sweet necromancer.

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OP these titles slap so hard

The Emerald Death. The Ghost of the Dales. Skald of Skyhold. Talenna Ethera.

Art by GerryArt on Twitter :3

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I think there's something so ironic and stupid about the fact that Rhysand/every fan on his limp cock screaming "I can't do more to protect the women in the Night Court, because change takes time!"and then like, literally overnight he makes Feyre High Lady. A thing that does not exist in fae memory. She was on Tamlin's dick two months ago and she's suddenly married to this dude who's been a cunt to literally everyone for the last 500 years, and he suddenly names her High Lady. And like . . . absolutely no one has a note worthy reaction to this? No one cares. Literally. No one. This is arguably the biggest fucking change????? SJM I'm begging you to write shit that makes sense, you're killing brain cells.

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This is my phone background and I am VERY NORMAL ABOUT IT.

30.06.24 What is the old Dalish curse? May the Dread Wolf take you?