#hope is a fragile thing

[dailyfigures]

hiiiiii everyone i'm just popping in to say that i probably won't be online much for a bit, meaning the queue will go on as always but i can't really answer asks much :( will be back on track as soon as i can!

[purplebass]

this means we might have Tftop #2 in 2027 more or less? it's too far but at least it's coming and Vic is working on it😭

[willosword]

:(

[durgeapologist]

Reflection Ruesday

SCREAMING. i was so hoping for a tag on this one eventually, so a huge thank you and sloppy kiss to my wife @flyhalf16 for tagging me in this!

i only have one published fic that i'm on an unofficial hiatus from (moving and writer's block are not a good mix). here is the prompt i was tagged to:

I want you to show me a published work that maybe didn't get so much love that you think is a real banger. Can be your own personal work or someone else's. Show it off. Let people take a second glance. I know if I ain't seen it I definitely want to. Sometimes things fall through the cracks.

since i'm fairly happy w/ my engagement on it, i'll be doing the original prompt! which is as follows:

What to do: Go through your writing, art, gifs, etc. that you started but never finished and find something you love. Brush it up a bit if you want and share it. Tag me and use the tag Reflection Ruesday (it'll grow on you, I promise) and I'll comment and reblog. Then tag some other folks you think might enjoy it.

i'll be soft tagging my lovelies @dreamsofdeathbywater, @evilstinkyswamp, @sacredashes, and @jaxdaws if any of you guys want to do this!

my piece will be a wip solrookassan rebellion fic i've been chewing on for a while that isn't too far along but i have high hopes for < 3 check it out if you like under the cut! smooches x

“I’ve told you many times, lethallan, that is not necessary. ‘Solas’ is just fine,” he retorted with a hint of amusement laced in his words. His head cocked, and he gestured blindly behind him for Rook to draw closer.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” she said while shaking her head and complying. She sidled up next to him, her arms crossed over her chest to keep her shawl wrapped taught around her. “Being so familiar with the leaders of the Rebellion against the Evanuris is already getting me no friends. What would they all think if I started calling the Fen’Harel by his real name?”

“You seem quite keen in dropping all honorifics with Felassan as well, yes, but I can promise you it’s not the familiarity that gets you no friends.”

A sarcastically offended scoff huffed past her lips, and she rolled her eyes. “Oh, zip it. It’s a multitude of things.”

Solas grinned as he finally turned his head to look at her, his hair ghosting over his shoulders.

“Ah, yes. It’s a combination of your quick rise in the ranks, your stubborn and righteous attitude, and your closeness with our dear General, is it not?”

“Did I not just say to zip it, Solas?” Rook groaned, shooting him a viridian-colored glare that held no malice, her cheeks tinged red.

“I’ve told you both no fraternization, but alas,” Solas pointed out, “we both seem keen on ignoring each other’s requests.”

Tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth, Rook’s lips pursed.

“Fair enough,” she said after a few moments.

“I trust you slept well?” he asked, his grin softening to a mirthful line, lips pressed together.

She hummed softly, eyes drifting to gaze across the landscape, nodding.

“Much better than the last couple of weeks,” she replied, her fingers instinctively moving to cradle her elbows as her arms folded over her stomach. “I never thought I would get used to a body, but it’s not so bad. Most of the time.”

A flicker of sadness crossed over Solas’ face, going entirely unnoticed by Rook as her eyes stayed glued to the sprawling trees and hills beneath them.

“Yes, it does take a bit to get adjusted,” he agreed lowly. “Are you having many doubts about the decision?”

Rook shook her head.

“No,” she replied, a small smile gracing her features. “It’s quite nice to walk amongst the earth and our people; to feel the dew on the grass beneath my feet, to feel the wind on my face, to feel the softness of clothes against my skin. I don’t know why you were so adamant that I not agree to Felassan’s request.”

“I was just providing caution, Defiance,” Solas said as a wrinkle creased his brow. “I would know the struggles of manifesting a physical form; a fair amount of us would.”

“And I appreciate your concern, Wisdom,” Rook casually bumped her shoulder against Solas’ arm, a soft sigh escaping her, “but I was needed and called upon. It’s nice being with everyone again.”

A disgruntled noise left Solas as he shot her a mildly disappointed look.

“I should have guessed your nature would have made the transition much more bearable than it was for some of the others.”

“For some of the others, or for you?”

He opened his mouth to make a snarky comment before he caught himself, pressing his lips together once more to stop it.

“For others, and for me.”

Rook nodded a single time before her eyes trained back on the greenery and the slowly rising sun.

“I’m sorry it was— is so hard for you, Solas, truly. But I believe the cause we fight for is greater than any desire I had to stay a spirit,” she murmured.

“You could have remained as you were, and still joined the fight,” he protested without any charged energy.

“So you could send me off to fight alongside Chaos and Destruction?” she retorted, equally as soft.

“I do not need a lecture from you. Felassan already provided that. Many times.”

“I don’t lecture. That’s your job, of course. But I do have opinions to share. Many of them.”

Solas rolled his eyes.

“I am not interested in hearing them.”

“Of course not!” Rook chirped. “That does not mean I’ll refrain from providing them, however.”

“Such is the core of your nature, I suppose.”

[alexwilltellyouthings]

I also absolutely love all the fanart but if there's 2 thousand people to reblog them where's everyone to reblog the savedbd posts 🥲

[kohakhearts]

im still pretty fresh out the psych ward so i have some pretty bad writers block as you can probably imagine however i have also been coping with my suicidal depression slash burn-out induced leave from work by watching shitty christmas romcoms. and im not at a point yet where i can Write the fic so bear with me while i just get the plot bunny hopping here. or whatever

so anyway im brainstorming all the sickening holiday tropes i can that i can feasibly put two guys who are in the most intense fake dating gay chicken relationship you can imagine before one of them breaks and goes ok you got me i actually liked it when you grabbed my ass and called me darling or whatever. obviously it’ll take a lot to get to that point because the pride is bigger than the ego or something like that so i’m open to suggestions here but. so far ive got

ice skating. timeless classic. character a sucks and keeps falling on their ass and character b is, for some stupid reason, a total pro at this and is going to do all the waist-grabbing-slash-hand-holding-slash-laughing-at-character-a that that necessitates. probably pretty obvious who is the bitch who cannot skate and who is the one laughing at him. and also catching him when he falls and being a total jerk about it. because isn’t that just a wholesome mental image

the quintessential only one bed obviously. this has more to do with the circumstances of the plot in my head than it being christmastime specifically but the holiday rush factors in there somewhere. never mind the whole fake dating angle

the whole Thing is christmas parties and whats a christmas party without a) too much wine and b) some well-placed mistletoe. and yeah maybe c) some stupid matching ugly christmas sweaters. i will never get sick of that one

gingerbread house decorating. but theyre forced to be collaborative about it. someone dies. its the most godawful gingerbread house anyone has ever seen. but thats really damaging to their prides so they really get their shit together for a beautiful 15 or so minutes and kind of make it look better and still lose the competition anyway because 15 minutes of harmony does not negate 45 minutes of throwing candy at each other like bullets. with the very real intention of Causing Pain

some kind of excuse to have them walk around together with a group of people in the evening when its dark and they can admire the christmas lights. whether it’s some kind of holiday charity work or just seeing the christmas lights or, god forbid, carolling, there is something to be said about the experience of slipping on a patch of ice on a cold winters night and having the worst time of your life because your so-called boyfriend think its hilarious that you just ate total shit. thats romance babey

last-minute christmas shopping…already a nightmare ordeal but now you have to do it because you and your fake boyfriend need to bring a joint gift to a christmas party but you cant agree on anything, ever. they are getting kicked out of no fewer than 5 stores guaranteed

ok i think im all out of holiday torture scenarios but well. i’m sure i’ll be back. ideally with actual writing but everyone is telling me to take small steps so. we’ll get there if we get there and if not then that’s ok too

[primordialruin]

Sorry for my venting 😞 I received a vicious ask on my art blog that insulted my take on my muse. I haven't gotten hate in many years and it has honestly really thrown me off. I didn't expect the anti fans to be like this. It affected me a lot more than I thought it would.

[quotelr]

Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story. (from 'Instructions')

Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

[purplebass]

Imagine Kell and Lila having an argument in future TFTOP books and then being separated because one of them is kidnapped/stuck in another world where they are taken by chance (with an object like the persalis, maybe). This would give the "There is nowhere you go, that I cannot follow," that Lila says at the end of TFTOP a new meaning. But this time it is Lila who is stuck in another world and Kell has to save her because for some reason she can't go back. At the end of TFTOP Lila also says that Kell can now go to her anytime he wants to. If Lila ended up in Black London, I don't think the black rings they share would work and she won't be able to call for his help. And Maybe the silver thread she gave to him will be the key to finding her. Just think about the angst potential of this storyline, ah!

[blueberry-ink-93]

cinammon cinnamon cinamon cinnammon

just had the most delightful pop tart and maybe just maybe i got this

[theloveinc]

i love it when u talk about shinsou. like ur brane is just cooking up some wonderful stuff about this man……

not TO TOOT MY OWN HORN too much, BUT... yeah my Shinso really is the best. Or rather, I should say, one of them.

Something absolutely ferocious about him when he is depicted as beefy and stern but squishy as a gummi bear on the inside. Literally incapable of smiling but can't ever be mean to you, either (unless you're in trouble and he's worriedddd). Thick hands, even thicker heart that just bleeds and bleeds and bleeds for you and only you, HE'D LITERALLY JUST DIE IF THAT'S WHAT U ASKED HIM TO DO. Pine for one billion years if you didn't love him back.

He's gotta be kinda pathetic tho, too. Not in a... lame way, but like: his bed has one sheet on it kind of way, and there's only ketchup in his fridge... like, he sees no reason to pull himself together unless it's you who's asking (he does take care of his cat, though. I really do love a cat man more than anything).

AND SHINSO STILL GETS KINDA JITTERY touching you, at least those first few months. He's so realistic, he's like: "oh I know they can't be chased away that easily har har," but then he's kissing you and he's so scared there's a chance one day it might stop that his heart is hurting and he's making it all intense for no reason. And as you end up closer and closer together on his bed, your knee moving to straddle his lap, YES HIS LEG IS BOUNCING IT'S SO AJSDGLAJKSHFJKAHFKJAHFKJNJKHKJFHADLJKFHA and he keeps trying to distract you from looking at him too hard.

He has to blow your mind w/ that peen of his to make himself feel better about the whole thing. Like why are you hurting all day the next day for no reason and he's acting like nothing happened (except he doesn't brush his hair still asjkdfhjk).

Anyway I could go on fucking FORVER about this guy I want him 20 feet up in my guts immediately I would have 1000s of his children but he barely even wants two I NEED TO USE HIS HERO MONEY TO DONATE TO CHARITY AND HE WOULDN'T EVEN STOP ME.

Thank you, anon!!

[kaiakasukidesu]

We all be theorizing about Issho's hellish school when the dude is quite literally the Miranda Priestly of Rakugo.

[antaripirate]

these two are so fucking precious 😭😭

and the way lila is so unintentionally hilarious i—

Lila:🤩⚔️

The ship: 🐓🐓🐓

Lila: ⚫️👄👁️

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

today just will not let me rest huh. reasons are in the tags but i get very emotional just be warned

[apricusapollo]

me: *sends yana a video of luke dying in the last jedi for shits and giggles*

yana: din is probably shaking crying throwing up. grogu also probably felt that he died. rip dada or whatever he called him in the fic you were reading. lu? yeah rip lu. i like to think din felt his death too idc. the universe was ripped apart. his universe :(

me: ???

[strawberry-seal77]

EXPLODES A MILLION TIMES