#(or at least masking himself)

[yepmadness]

The Mask: Part 1 :)

Planning to make a second version of this with The Witch. Will see if I do. First time animating them so designs are bit inconsistent but oh well. Still really happy with them.

[daisies-on-a-cup]

hannibal establishing his therapy practice as one where it seems right and proper to show up wearing formal or business wear, thereby placing a kind of unspoken agreement to present yourself at your best while also revealing to him your certain worst aspects of yourself. therapy becoming something not just gut-wrenching and vulnerable, but something that requires you to dress yourself and confess. one does not rip out their hearts while wearing jeans and a t-shirt. if one must be exposed, do so with elegance and beauty. there is no place for tragedy if it cannot be polished and refined

[trainerethan]

Autistic red is real and true to many but I think we should all also accept autistic green into our hearts.

[edwinisms]

seriously wondering why WW1 was never brought up at all throughout the show in regards to edwin and the life he was living before hell. I mean fuck we get a WW1 ghost in the FIRST EPISODE but edwin doesn’t say a single thing about his familiarity with the soldier’s garments and circumstances. you’d think that would come in handy in some way, or at least be an interesting thing to reference to emphasize edwin’s age (for lack of a better word) considering this was all during the expository section of the first episode.

1916 is directly in the middle of the Great War, and depending on how long edwin had been 16 by the time he died, he would’ve been somewhere between 1-2 years off from being conscripted and sent off to the trenches– ie; really not far, so it inevitably would be a huge weight on his mind at the time. since it was the middle of the war, he would’ve known decently well the horrors being faced out there– the mustard gas, the widespread illness, the shellshock– from newspapers and such, and I have to think that he’d feel like there was a clock ticking, counting down the days until he’d be sent to his inevitable death (considering he’s not the most athletic and physically resilient boy to say the least). and if he was exempted from conscription? it could very well be for “mental illness” and/or “moral indecency” if he didn’t hide his “effeminate” behavior well enough. all-around, it’d have to be an incredibly stressful time period for more reasons than just being bullied, alienated, and repressed at school– and yet we never hear about the elephant in the room. will they do something with it later? will it play into his family background in some way? for gods sake I need to KNOW

[seagreenstardust]

Anyone still calling late game Katsuki an abuser in 2024 is just not paying attention. Full stop.

[harbingersecho]

... do you know which one I am?

[total-drama-brainrot]

Alenoah, where Noah cares about Alejandro, more than Alejandro's family did:

Noah: I will now torture you.

Alejandro: Kinky!~

Noah: I think you are brilliant and beautiful.

Alejandro: Wait!

Noah: You deserve to be cared for and loved, despite your mistakes.

Alejandro: No!

Noah: Your feelings and needs are valid, and deserve to be heard.

Alejandro: I need a safeword! 😳

Real.

[goldensunset]

gaaaaah i’m just so so so obsessed with the transition from ‘shy and soft’ to ‘self-aware and absolutely furious that he isn’t the main character but refuses to give up and acknowledge that without a fight’. like i think it’s neat that kieran kinda leans on the fourth wall in some places (his critical hit dialogue in the last fight against him having him be like ‘what, are you the hero of this story or something?!’) bc it’s been demonstrated how he loves stories and him seeing himself as a character in one (the whole ogerpon thing and him directly comparing himself to her as a misunderstood victim)

just. it’s so tasty. how he ends up being the toxic bully himself instead and doesn’t realize that for so long bc he saw himself as the hero here. it hurts so bad that we had to put him in his place bc he was out of control but it’s such a delightful tragedy. like i have never felt so bad about being the main character before. i’ve never wanted an npc to punch me so badly

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

i have to think about chilchuck and laios forever

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia! Just caught up on the most recent chapter of Underline the Blue that you uploaded to A03, and could you elaborate a little more on why Christian acts the way he does? Is it just that he's been able to treat Nate this way for so long that he believes he's entitled to and/or beyond reproach?

Christian's a straight-up psychopath.

He has no real capacity for genuine empathy towards other people, and no capacity for remorse. Anyone around him is always in danger, and he's charming enough to be able to fool quite a lot of people.

There's not really much of a 'why.' We don't really know exactly what causes or creates a psychopath, and how much of it is genetic, or social etc. Some people are just like this. It's like asking why Crielle enjoys hurting people. Well, she enjoys it, she always has, that's how she's always been. It's fun for her, and she doesn't see why she shouldn't get to have fun if she can trick other people into leaving her alone to do as she pleases.

Christian is careful about who he hurts to this degree. He doesn't just believe he's entitled to treat Nate this way, in this society, he is legally allowed to treat Nate this way. There's no laws protecting omegas from domestic violence or abuse, and omegas are an easy target for this reason.

~~

(The Spoils of the Spoiled version of Christian is not a psychopath, but he's still an abusive asshole who very much believes he can treat other people however he wants, and does so).

[axewchao]

A Surprisingly Soothing Sunrise

In which the Rito and the Hylian have another moment alone.

~~~

Revali had always rose with the sun.

He wasn't sure why, he just did. It didn't matter if he was exhausted the night before, sick with yet another cold or fever as a child, or simply wanted to sleep in, once the light hit his face, he would wake without fail.

And try as he might, he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. By now he'd learned to accept such an odd habit, but by Medli's mercy did he want to sleep past sunrise right now.

It had been a few days since The Talk. Dalex had said his piece, and Revali believed him. Believed that he wasn't lying, at least. And he wasn't sure where to go from there. He doubted Dalex knew either.

During that time, Revali would often steal glances at the Hylian when no one was looking. Before The Talk, nothing would come of it. But now, he would catch Dalex staring right back, faded eyes (er, eye) full of an emotion Revali couldn't put a name to. Longing, maybe? The Talk had ended rather abruptly due to Revali's emotional exhaustion. There was still some things left to be said, that much was clear.

And as weird as it was to admit, it was nice to know that Revali wasn't the only one who wanted to continue The Talk.

If only either of them knew how. Then maybe things wouldn't feel so... complicated.

~

Revali could still feel Dalex's hand in his own as they left Faron Woods. He hadn't meant to hold it for so long, he just... didn't let go.

He wished it was a wing he was holding...

But he can't hold that wing anymore, can he?

"You don't have to worry about me using it anymore. The mask, I mean. I threw it away. Whoever finds it can have it, for all I care..."

Revali never worked up the nerve to say that he found it. Scooped it up from Satori Mountain before anyone else could get their grubby hands on it. He wasn't sure what would've happened if he did tell Dalex. Another look of shock, perhaps? Dalex did seem as though he was expecting the worst from their conversation.

Just like Revali himself. Believing that misery was all that awaited him in the end, and taken by surprise when it wasn't.

He looked up from the cheap stable bed he'd been lying in. The other Champions and the Princess were all sound asleep in their own beds with the exception of Daruk, who was curled in a ball with a small (for his size) blanket amusingly draped over him.

If that didn't give away that he was out cold, the snoring certainly did. Revali was surprised that everyone actually slept through that all night.

With a sigh, Revali sat up, running his hand through his crest. He wanted to just lay there and hopefully doze until the others woke, but he doubted that would work. Might as well get up and do... anything, really.

Maybe a walk would take his mind off things. Help him work up the energy he needed for the day.

As he got up to do just that, he failed to notice that one of the beds was vacant.

~

Revali told himself it would be just a walk, but in reality it felt more like a hike. Complete with a bit of climbing as he ascended to higher points of the plateau.

Sure, he could've just flown up, but for once, he didn't feel like it. Every bird has to land eventually, after all. They can't fly for eternity like a certain Divine Beast he knew.

...Wait, could Medoh fly forever? Or would she run out of... power? What the hell was even fueling Medoh in the first place? Or the other ancient technology for that matter? Maybe he should've paid more attention to Purah and Robbie's little seminars.

But then he'd be there for hours... Eh, he could just ask Medoh directly.

No, but then both Sheikah would hound him endlessly for answers. Purah never got over the fact that each Champion could literally communicate with their respective Beast...

Revali stopped beside a tree and pinched his brow. This "walk" was not helping. Instead of making him feel better, it just left him annoyed at two Sheikah scientists that weren't even here. And once again he threw himself into another mental back-and-forth. Gods, he did not need this so early in the morning.

He could just turn back...

...No. He started this, might as well see it through to the end. And by "see it through to the end," he meant "find a nice spot to watch the sunrise." Hopefully staring at a ball of light in the sky would make this nonsense in his head stop for a moment.

Just one. That's all he asks.

Stepping out from the trees, he rubbed his eyes, about to let out a yawn before immediately clamping his beak shut.

What is he doing here?!

Sitting at the edge of a pond, back turned to Revali and the water, was none other than Dalex. If it weren't for the fact that he and Revali hadn't spoken to each other since The Talk, Revali would've been convinced that the Hylian was following him around. It seemed that he also aimed to watch the sunrise, as he didn't appear to react to Revali's approach.

Not even his odd pointy ears twitched. Revali doubted that Dalex even heard anything just now.

They're still drooping...

Revali let a small amount of worry fill his chest. That dull hue that covered Dalex's entire body, even his clothes, was still there. Revali could see it, even in the warm light of the sun. His hair looked even more messy, though given the hour, Revali was willing to chalk that up to an untamed bedhead. And that weird bead thing at the end of his braid...

Gray. Revali distinctly remembered it being blue when... when...

When he was with me as the Starling.

The mere thought of him sent Revali back in time. When the two of them were sitting on a plateau much like this one, under the light of the full moon. Talking and laughing as fireflies and the occasional fairy gathered around them. 

Back then, Revali felt... 

Like he could say anything, feel anything. Like he had a real friend for the first time ever. A kindred spirit, in more ways than one.

What a lovely night that was. He missed those nights. He missed his friend.

He's right there, isn't he? The logical part of him asked. You made your choice. You decided that he was not some heartless liar that used you like a toy. If you want your friend that badly, what are you waiting for?

He hated how that part of him had a point. But... it was still different.

How?

It... it just is, okay?! He can't just go up to Dalex and say hi anymore!

And why not?

...Wait a minute. That tone... 

...Medoh, is that you?

...What a shame. You caught me. There were no traces of guilt or resignation whatsoever from the Divine Beast.

Revali bit back the urge to growl. He was not in the mood for this. What do you want, Medoh?

A wonderful question, my Champion. I want you to go speak to your friend.

...We're not friends. Revali felt his throat tighten. Not anymore...

And who is the liar now, I wonder? Medoh chided, a hint of smugness in her voice.

Don't give me that, Medoh. It's complicated, you know this!!

It is only complicated because you are actively making it complicated.

Revali nearly squawked. I'M making it hard?! How?!

By not talking, you fool. Revali imagined Medoh shaking her head, You did well in Faron Woods, but you have not spoken to him since. I know you wish to speak with him again, do not try to deny it.

Damned Beast, reading his mind. Who knew that ancient technology could be so unbelievably nosy?

I heard that.

Oh, I know you did. Revali pouted, crossing his wings.

Revali... Medoh sighed, You cannot dance around him forever. Surely you realize this.

Don't pin all the blame on me, Medoh. He hasn't made any move to speak either.

Based on my observations, he likely will not speak to you until you have given him permission to do so.

Wha- Permission?? What are you talking about?

Think about it. Even after you had stopped avoiding him, he made no move to speak to you until you asked for a meeting in Faron Woods. He had plenty of opportunities to approach you, but he did not. Even after your talk, he has yet to say anything else, but he keeps looking at you the same way you have been looking at him. My best hypothesis? He is waiting for you to make the first move once again. You are the one that had been hurt, after all.

That... 

Revali's crest drooped. He... hadn't thought about that, actually...

You... you think he's just been giving me space?

I do. Would you not do the same if your roles were reversed?

...

No need to answer. I know you're conscientious enough to do so.

I... still can't just walk up to him like that, Medoh. I don't even know if that's... okay.

...'Okay'? Medoh echoed with a confused trill, Why would it not be?

After everything that's happened? Do you honestly believe that we'll be friends again THAT easily?!

You could start to.

Revali searched his mind for a rebuttal. He couldn't find one.

I understand that you are both hurting. Your friendship likely will not be the same. But there is nothing more you can do other than go forward.

...

Tell me, Revali... what do you want?

I don't know what you-

Do you want your friend back?

...Yes. The admission made a weight lift off his shoulders. Funny, he didn't notice it until it left.

Then go get him. He is right there.

But you just said-

It will not be the same, that is true. But is that truly a bad thing?

Medoh's logic was absurd. It was bad because... because...

If things do not work out, then they do not work out. But you will not know until you try.

Gods, Medoh... why do you keep pushing me like this?

I have told you before; I want to see you happy. And you were happy with him. Just as he was happy with you.

That final note didn't make Revali's heart jump. He swears it didn't.

Remember when you first retrieved his mask? You wanted him to prove you wrong. Give him a chance.

With a heavy sigh, Revali gave in. 

Fine, Medoh... you win. But if things go wrong, I'm blaming you and your incessant meddling.

I accept any and all consequences. Now stand up straight, he heard you.

...Wait, WHAT?!

Good luck, my Champion.

~

Sure enough, Dalex had turned to Revali, one ear raised to pick up the sound of him relenting to a mechanical bird. His visible eye was wide with surprise, and his whole body was tense, as though he expected an ambush.

A bit of a pointless action, considering that the sword that seals the darkness was nowhere to be seen.

"I..." Revali coughed, "Didn't expect you to be such an early riser." ...Really? The first thing he says after The Talk and that's what he comes up with?

Dalex opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His eyes kept flicking back and forth, as if searching for anything to stare at that wasn't Revali.

He looks ready to run. Say something, already!

"...Is this seat taken?" Revali motioned toward a spot beside Dalex. When the Hylian shook his head, Revali brushed some dirt away with a talon before sitting down, his knees barely grazing the other's.

...This felt too close. But he can't scoot away now, that'd make things even more awkward, he knew it...

He stole what felt like the millionth glance at Dalex, who still seemed to be avoiding any form of eye contact. He turned his head further away from Revali, towards one of the distant mountains instead of the rising sun. 

"I... Have been meaning to talk to you for a while now."

One of Dalex's ears perked up.

"I know I ended our last talk rather... quickly. But I just..." Revali ran his wing through his crest, struggling to find his words.

"...You don't have to force yourself." Revali's feathers ruffled at the sound of the other's voice.

Dalex turned to him then, eyes glazed over with regret. "I know you don't want to see me right now. If I'd known you'd be up at this hour, I wouldn't have come up here at all."

He sounds so... defeated. Ironic, coming from Hyrule's "unbeatable" knight...

The thought sounded terribly wrong in Revali's mind. 

"I'll... I'll just go-"

"No." Without thinking, Revali reached out to Dalex's shoulder, stopping the Hylian from standing. At Dalex's surprised face, Revali fumbled for more words. "I-I mean... You can stay. If you want, that is."

A dull purple eye flicked back and forth between the wing on his shoulder and Revali's face. "...Are you sure?"

"Like I said, I've been meaning to... well... you heard me." Revali's crest drooped, "...I can't keep doing this."

"Doing... what?"

"Avoiding you." Dammit, he hadn't meant to blurt that out... "I just keep thinking about what you said and-... and what you said when you were him and... and I just..." Revali sighed, covering his eyes with a wing, "...I don't want things to end like this."

Dalex didn't respond, but Revali felt a small, featherless hand touch his. Right, he hadn't let go of Dalex's shoulder...

I don't want to let go...

"...He was... you were... my best friend. And when you took the mask off that night, I just... I panicked."

You were more than just my best friend. I thought... I thought I could-

"I thought it was all one big ruse. With how guilty you looked it seemed like you were about to confess to some horrid crime, and I... I thought you were just using me."

He heard Dalex's breath hitch. Did... did something just tap his feathers?

"And I was so scared. For once in my entire life, I was scared that I was absolutely right. That you were just toying with me, that it was all some sick joke."

He felt it again. Something fell on his feathers. It was... wet?

"But then we talked in the woods and... and you said all those things."

"I started to realize it still wasn't me. Not in your eyes. Could I really count as your friend when you didn't even know who I really was?"

"You deserve a real friend. Someone that can actually speak to you without needing to hide behind a mask the whole time."

"When I realized what I was doing, I had to stop it. I was being selfish and I was hurting you and..."

"And I'm so sorry."

"If..." Revali steeled his nerves, "If I'm right, you had better tell me this instant instead of stringing..." At the feeling of more wet things hitting his wing, Revali uncovered his eyes and turned to look at the Hylian. "me... along..."

Oh. That's what that wet stuff was. Dalex was crying.

...Wait, crying?

"H-Hey-"

"I never meant for this to h-happen..." Dalex's head was down, his entire body shaking as he struggled to hold his sobs in.

Now Revali was the one silent. Of all the things that could come from this, he never expected the Hero of Hyrule to break down in tears like a child being scolded. He couldn't recall ever seeing Dalex cry like this before. Or cry at all, for that matter. When injured, all the Hylian would do was grit his teeth and bear the pain.

Even in Faron Woods he was able to keep himself together with only a few tears slipping, but now he's...

"I just- I wanted to- I-I mean I-" Dalex was nearly choking on his cries now. "I never wanted to hurt you, I swear I didn't! You don't deserve that, you never deserved that!!" He furiously rubbed his eyes, "This is what I get for being selfish..."

The way he said that word... it was dripping with venom. Like he despised the mere concept with every fiber of his being.

Like he despised himself with every fiber of his being.

"I should've just left you alone. I should've never used that damned mask. I wanted to be your friend, but all I did was hurt you!! I-" He covered his face with his hands, muffling whatever else he wanted to say.

Revali's ears strained to hear it. It sounded like another 'I'm sorry.' And another. And another.

I can't take this anymore.

His wings wrapped around Dalex before either of them could react.

Please don't cry, Starling...

The area around them was completely silent, save for the wind and Dalex's sobs. Revali made no move to release him, slowly running a wing up and down Dalex's back. The Hylian in question was shaking to his core, but eventually leaned into the embrace. Revali was sure that his scarf was getting soaked with tears now.

But he couldn't care less about a wet scarf. What he cared about was what was in his arms right in that moment.

The Hylian Champion, the Hero of Hyrule, the wielder of the sword that seals the darkness. This man went by many names, and was known from Hebra to Necluda and everywhere in between for silently bearing each and every burden that came his way. Nothing made his face rise or fall, nothing made him speak his mind, and nothing made him show signs of fear or misery.

He was said to be unbreakable. Unshakeable. Everything he did, he did it without a shred of remorse or uncertainty.

Yet here he was, crying his eyes out because of how his actions personally affected one person. Just one.

And that was enough for Revali to finally admit what he'd never thought he would:

...I was wrong.

~

No one asked any questions when they returned to the stable. Revali could tell such inquiries were on the tip of everyone's tongue, though.

He couldn't say that he blamed them. After all, it wasn't like any of them thought they'd wake up and see the Rito Champion carrying a sound asleep Hylian Champion on his back, taking slow steps as to avoid jostling his cargo.

For a moment, Revali wondered if letting Dalex literally cry himself to sleep was a good idea. But one look at the dark circles under his eye was enough to convince Revali to let the poor man rest. It was clear that Revali wasn't the only one who lost sleep over all of this...

After setting Dalex down in the bed Revali had used the previous night, he did a quick stretch, 'complaining' about how heavy the little knight was as he stepped back out into the sun. A brief moment was spent asking the stableman to leave Dalex undisturbed, even throwing a few extra rupees their way to be certain they'd do as asked.

He could feel the other Champions' eyes on him as he strapped his bow to his back. He ignored them, unleashing his Gale and taking to the skies.

The sunlight warmed his feathers, and the weight tied to his heart, while still present, felt much lighter. He flew east, searching for a suitable clearing to begin his training for the day.

A lone feather fluttered in the aftermath of Revali's Gale, drifting into the stable and landing beside the slumbering Hylian.

Said Hylian's expression was as blank as always, but his mind was more at ease than it had been in months.

[snowyfrostshadows]

I know @istadris proooobably meant Mr. L masks his true character under a mean, tough guy act to protect himself from further pain in their Missing Half AU buuuut.

I can't quite separate Mr. L from his iconic mask.

[shearlin]

Inspired by this post by @thatonedragongirl and addition by @bokettochild

I also feel like FD does not completely take control, but is such a strong presence, that it overwhelms the user after a extended / repeated use, to the point of losing a sense of self.

However, I always hc that FD mask is a cursed object and behaves as such. It warps the perception of user, yes, but it also warped the Fierce Deity himself. Just like putting a power of divine in a mortal vessel would never end well for the mortal in question, smushing a god in a tiny piece of wood would not end well for the deity.

I hope you don’t mind a little drabble about this concept about FD influence and my understanding of it.

Fierce Deity was powerful. Was.

It was centuries, millennia ago, when his power was stripped, cramped and forced into a piece of wood, trapping him in a plaything, a mask. A thing to be used like a tool.

But he did not fade like they hoped nor he subdued to their will. He was a god. He lingered, observed, adapted. He would not be defeated that easily.

They took his body and freedom. They wanted to play gods, when they were at war. They made a mistake and paid for it. But it did not end his imprisonment. The cycle continued. Someone found the mask, put it on and then break under his will. Over and again.

But that was a past long gone. His current wielder was different. Treated him with respect and fear like he should. He would not mind a vessel like that. His mind and magic was strong and his spirit was touched with Her divine light. Fierce Deity did not expect the fragile child that found him to become quite the man he is now, but it was only for the better.

Every time the hero put on the mask that hold his power he would whisper his guidance, pour his power into him, making him a true avatar of his might. Fighting like this felt right. Fighting both to protect and destroy. Even if he was not free. He helped when he was called and it was almost enough.

But if he could convince him to leave it on, to let him handle it, that he would take care of it... After all, who was better to wield a power of a god than the divine it belonged to?

It would be easier. It would be painless.

His wielder would not have to be hurt, ever again. Even if the hero thinks he could do it alone. The deity has chosen and laid his claim.

Fierce Deity would never be free. But this is still his. And he'll be damned, like the curse they called him, if he let anyone take it away.

---

Time didn’t know what to think of the Fierce Deity mask. It scared him. It sickened him. It drew him in. It gave him strength and power. He needed it.

Putting it on felt... intoxicating. There was nothing - and he meant nothing - that could stop him when he put it on. He could protect everyone like this. His home, his wife, his boys, everyone.

He could also kill everyone like this. After all, Fierce Deity had no reason to hold back. No reason to stop his blade.

And every time he put the cursed mask on, Time could feel he had less and less reason to as well. It was freeing in a sense.

It was terrifying.

He vowed to never put it on unless absolutely necessary. He was long past the time, when he thought he would be able to let it go completely. When he tried to fool himself he had it under control.

One day, the gentle pulls and whispers would turn to shoves and commands that can't be ignored. One day, the overwhelming presence that felt in equal part comforting and threatening, would be too inviting to stop. One day, he would lose himself in the sweet song of power and the rush of never-ending fight.

The worst part? He knew. It was already happening. And yet, there was no way on Farore’s green earth he could let go now. He knew, but he didn't care anymore. He was not sure when he stopped.

There would always be someone stronger that him that endanger everyone. An evil that he would not be enough to defeat. Ganondorf still lives in his Hyrule. Moon was still on the sky, ready to plummet. You just never know when you might need some extra help. So the mask stays in his pouch ready to be used, humming with power both cursed and divine.

Fierce Deity had him in his clutches, marking his face and purring in his mind, promises of easy victory and safety for those he loved.

And Time was terrified how easily it was to accept that as true.

[titaniumabsol]

Celestin Caron (Dragon Age: Awakening)

Age: 38 (9:31 Dragon) Gender: Male Tarot: The Emperor Nationality/Ethnicity: Chasind/Orlesian-Antivan Class/Specializations: Mage, Blood Mage/Arcane Warrior/Spirit Healer/Shapeshifter (Lvl 31) Love Interest: Seneschal Varel of Vigil's Keep Party Comp.: Nathaniel/Justice, Anders, and Sigrun (But rotates with all pretty regularly)

Background: Born in 8:93 to a Chasind mother and an Orlesian-Antivan father, Caelesyn Caron lived in the familiar swamps of the Kocari Wilds until they were forced to leave due to increasing Templar raids. His father took them to Orlais to live with his family, living in serfdom under an Orlesian noble around Val Firmin. Caelesyn, now called Celestin, developed magic at age 8, and was aided by his parents to hide it.

He was discovered at 19 after a confrontation with the Orlesian noble, and evaded Templars for 5 days until he was caught and locked away in the White Spire. On grounds of good behaviour and a vouch from the Senior Enchanter, he was allowed to entertain nobles in the Imperial Wintersend Ball for a few years until the Enchanter is replaced, and so his sliver of freedom was ripped away. Short after, he received news of his parents' deaths. He escaped and made his way to a Grey Warden outpost in Val Chevin, where he became part of the Wardens.

Returning to Ferelden was, as best as it could be described, a reverse-culture shock. He wasn't back down in the Kocari Wilds but now in the north, dealing with nobles that didn't act like Orlesian nobles. His Chasind roots alienated him from Orlesians, but his Orlesian mannerisms and Chasind influences also alienated him from the Fereledans. And that is ignoring his status as a mage, and one that now held land property as the Arl of Amaranthine.

But, he is a Warden with a Duty. And he would fulfill his roles to the best of his abilities.

[mrswhymrhow]

finally saw someone talking about the bear season 3 and while some of the things i did agree with (its pacing is not that strong/apperently it was shot with season 4 so that makes sense why it feels incomplete bc its intended for more episodes/a lot of threads that are hard to put together rn) its crazy to think the episode where we meet all the chefs in another resteraunt thats closing is like. supposed to make you feel "the fine dining industry isnt toxic actually its just a couple of bad apples". showing people who love their job for a Dinner Scene is enough to make you get convinced theres nothing wrong with their jobs? bc they had a nice dinner and talked about what they love about being a chef? its still a horrible enviorment, carmen just got singled in on by someone specific which made his worse maybe but that doesnt mean everyone else gets off scott free. we dont KNOW THESE PEOPLE