#PLEASE READ MY FIC.........

[illarios]

bloody shirt

Crossposted to my AO3.

Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Varric Tethras & Female Hawke, Female Hawke/Sebastian Vael (background) Additional Tags: Angst, Varric Tethras is bad at feelings, Mentioned Anders (Dragon Age) Word Count: 970

Skyhold, 9:41 Dragon

Am I going to die?

Saoirse had asked him that once, like it hadn’t bothered her. When he’d turned to look at her, she’d been lounging on his bed with forced nonchalance. Varric distinctly remembered the way her orange hair had spilled across his pillow like a flame.

What are you talking about, Hawke? he’d laughed. You’re not turning into Broody on me, are you?

That had made her smile, even though it hadn’t reached her eyes. When she’d laughed it off and said of course not, he hadn’t pushed her on it. He rarely had. Why hadn’t he?

He hadn’t thought about it after that. She clearly had, though, because weeks later, when they were crawling through the Deep Roads to try to get home, she turned to him while Anders and Fenris were asleep. She’d taken a blow from a hurlock earlier that day and they’d had to camp early, even though she had protested she was fine since Anders had helped.

Am I going to die?

He had shaken his head with a scowl and promised, No, but Bartrand will.

In hindsight, he was too blinded by his own anger to have noticed the haunted look in her eyes. She hadn’t been talking about her injury. He didn’t think she’d been talking about the Deep Roads, either, but she hadn’t said anything else. Instead, she went to sleep, and by the time they were ready to move again, she’d plastered on a confident smile and said, Time waits for no one!

Am I going to die?

Her mother had been killed in the worst way possible, her brother hadn’t come home for the funeral, and their city was on fire because of a book. The nobles were herded like lambs to a slaughter to the upper floor of Viscount’s Keep. The Arishok had beheaded Viscount Dumar and challenged Hawke to a duel. He knew that if he glanced at her hands, her fingers would be digging into the palms of her gloves to keep from shaking. Varric had admired how she always tried to project that she had everything under control, for everyone else’s benefit. Years later, he thought that maybe that wasn’t a good thing, after all.

Nah, he’d said, forcing a jovial tone and wry grin. She didn’t need to know how concerned he was, even as Aveline glanced at him incredulously. He’s just big. Go get him, Hawke.

And she had. She’d emerged as the Champion of Kirkwall. When he toasted to her newfound fame at the Hanged Man, he hadn’t noticed the strain around her smile…or maybe he’d just chosen not to.

Am I going to die?

He was her best man at her wedding. It had been a small, private affair in the garden of the Hawke Estate. She’d gotten ready in her room with Oriana’s help while he’d read through the well-wishers’ letters and the public’s opinion on her impending nuptials in a horrible Orlesian accent, just to hear her laugh. He’d even managed to get a snort out of her when he’d tried his hand at a Starkhaven one.

To get you used to it, he had explained as her eyes had crinkled good-naturedly in his direction through the mirror.

When the time came to go outside, however, she’d seemed to freeze on the stairs, hand clamped tightly around the railing. Her eyes had caught on the recently hung portrait of her mother, delivered a week prior. When her gaze flicked to him, she looked frightened, almost. It wasn’t an expression he saw on her often.

You’ll be fine, Hawke, he told her gently, holding a hand out. Come on. Choir Boy’s waiting.

Later, as he watched her dance with their friends and her new husband, he wondered if he should’ve said more.

Why do you always ask if you’re going to die? Varric had finally asked after Blondie had blown their lives to hell. Why hadn’t he asked sooner? Why did he never talk about anything real with her?

Her hands were shaking, he remembered. She’d just killed their friend, their city was on fire, and she was barely holding it together. The scene was vivid in his mind, despite it being nearly five years ago, because it was one of the few times he could ever remember her holding eye contact with someone.

You told him once that it’s not a good story unless the hero dies.

He hadn’t gotten a chance to respond, with everything going on. Later, they were all too busy with the fallout and reconstruction to help, and the following year, she’d left. To himself, he could admit that he felt ashamed of the way he didn’t write to her as much as he said he would. He had blamed it on being busy with reconstruction and later he’d blamed it on getting caught up with the Inquisition.

I think about dying sometimes, she’d written in one of the letters he truly had meant to reply to but never had, which sounds bad, I know. I’m happy now, but for how much longer? When he’s older, I hope Malcolm takes more after Seb. My family is cursed. Is it wrong to bring a new life into all of that?

Did Choir Boy ever talk to her about her fears? Did he hold her hand and promise they’d work through it? Or did he choose to believe she’d be fine, like Varric had time and time again?

The Inquisitor was watching him with those too-pale eyes that he often struggled to describe heroically in his writing. Her mouth was twisted into an uncomfortable, grim line. A cold feeling washed over him when he realized who was missing. Saoirse’s words echoed in his mind: Am I going to die?

“Where’s Hawke?”

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[jibberjibbsart]

“A New Knife” 🔪 Fanfic by SurveyCorpsJean

Jayvik nation, how are we feeling?

[megneato]

Post canon jayvik yearning in a hot spring, inspired by the lovely fic The Line is Covered in Jellyfish by @yunuen

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[degenerateshinji]

(read left to right)

nonverbal lu guang the only trope ever

[himulrai]

optimus flashbanging megatron on his bad moods is one of my favourite hcs - i wanted to include it in my fic but i wasn't able to!

Note: Chapter 3 of Catalyse That Vertex is now up!

Orion Swap AU masterlist (since this technically falls under the AU)

[rookanisstuff]

“It's an old Crow tradition. The exchanging of paired daggers when you are to be joined in marriage.”

Inspired by the magnificent @cosmiccrushes fic Contract Negotiations!

Vivienne and Lucanis’s daggers in all their glory!

Vivienne remains painfully Vint and thus requires snake motifs on everything and of course, opals for the eyes to match THE RING!!!

[sky-ham]

save the last dance for me by @panglosian has had me in a chokehold in the past month everyone go read it

thanks to @seagreenwaves and 9noyn for helping with the title/text <3

[gremnda]

Hello Ethubs nation :]

no text version

[punkaches]

And when you kiss me I am happy enough to die.

[missmullet]

soooo, I'm a little a lot obsessed with a certain fic at the moment and just had to draw something inspired by it... it's the wonderful Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem by @still--kicking

seriously, I can't stop thinking about it, it's so good haha. my highest rec to anyone who hasn't checked it out yet. GO. READ IT. NOW.

this is not specifically a scene from the fic, but after the haircut, Keith being unable to stop thinking about Lance's fingers combing through his hair? Perfection. And I imagine Lance feeling much the same, yet less traumatized lol

(I may or may not have more sketches in my WIPS... this fic is honestly full of amazing scenes to pick from)

[supine-ly]

misunderstandings incoming…

fanart for Existential Crisis Mode, an absolutely amazing fic written by @luciaintheskyainthi seriously this fic has me waiting on hands and knees for every update it’s so good

[stump-not-found]

AND IT'S POSTED!

Stan and the kids fall through the portal, and find themselves stranded in the Nightmare Realm, with some d-bag named Bill Cipher. Thank god Ford comes to save them, right?

...Right?

[blabberoo]

so theres this one fic....

[theworstcreature]

AO3 please babe I’m not a robot I’ve been obsessively using this website every day for hours at a time for the past month you know it’s me