#i wonder what this says about me

[bonjourviolette]

Okay, so I know I’m super late on all things Mass Effect, but having just recently discovered it & allowed it to take over my life, I have since uncovered the following similarities between my two favorite boys, Sniper Bae and Marshal McCropTop. Please read my essay below.

1. They abandon their cop jobs to follow and aid a redhead on her mission

2. Due to the betrayal of someone they knew, they lose their squad & end up as the sole survivor with a horrific injury

3. Tough exteriors but soft, sweet marshmallows inside

4. Love the color blue apparently

5. They have a thing for wings

6. Both from military societies

7. Neither cares about rising in the ranks, only about doing what’s right

8. Quick to suggest murder when someone has wronged them

9. Like to hide in their little glowy rooms away from the rest of the squad and spend time doing calibrations tapping on their screens

10. Both spiky boys

11. Obscene voices

12. Would do absolutely anything for their commander. 100% would die for her with no regrets

In conclusion: I love them, your honor.

[yourlocalsilly2763]

gender envy list as of rn

mepads singing voice in that new ii15 song

scrapbook from this is scrapbook

tissues from BURNER but specifically the gijinka that Sacri made

Pen, eraser, and blocky. Collectively. as a group.

this image:

[soda-milk-pop]

decided to do that comfort character thingy

[olenvasynyt]

Oooh snippet of Burning Skin?

( Other WIPs you can ask about )

Ooooh omg of course you ask about this one!

Two snippets from Burning Skin, a chapter from my Lucien backstory fic A Court of Embers and Sunlight. Eris gets drunk during his birthday party and has a visitor he didn't prepare for:

“I noticed that none of my gifts had your name on them, Lucien.  I will have to find the servant who misplaced it so I can punish them.”

“I did not get you a gift.”

Cold, cutting words.  Lucien did not bother side-stepping and skirting around as he usually did.  Eris smirked.  “And why not?” he crooned.

“I have many brothers, Eris.  It’s hard to remember the birthdays for all of them.”

He laughed.  “Summer is the season for your brothers’ birthdays, so it should be a little easier.” His lips felt heavy with wine as he added, “Except you, of course.  Our mother’s winter child.”

---

Ensel’s eyes dug into places Eris didn’t even know existed, looking him up and down with such unflinching intensity.  Before, many years ago, he ached for that stare.  The unfiltered conversations, the genuine questions, the underlying feeling that he understood every inch of his soul and still wanted to dig deeper.  It was something Eris didn’t know he needed before; that look of “I know you.  I know your thoughts, your dreams, your goals.  I know who you truly are and I will not look away.”

He never did look away, despite being the son of a slave he was raised as.  

But now, his friend’s unblinking eyes were filled to the brim with accusation.  

Curse the fucking Mother—all of that wine seemed to have rooted Eris to the spot.  The corners of Ensel’s lips raised as he continued to study him.  “Is my visit too much of a reminder for you?” He tilted his head, his auburn locks brushed his collarbone.  “Do cripples make you reminisce about the brutality of war?” Before Eris could find an answer, Ensel continued,  “Or maybe my presence stirs up something else.  Guilt.  Compassion, maybe.  Longing.” He stretched the word out, lingering on the “L” like it was a secret between his teeth.  “Feelings of which I know are rare for you.”

[aryastark-valarmorghulis]

First Line Tag Game

Thank you so much @thefairylights for tagging me ❤️

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

cogit amare magis, sed bene velle minus

The stab of pain in his left hip is so sharp it might as well have been teeth.

If I cannot bend the will of heaven, I shall move hell

I had expected Louis to judge me harshly for my foolishness, an art he perfected over the years and so obviously enjoyed, and to hear a huge string of complaints before he finally turned me.

I couldn't get the boy to kill me but I wore his jacket for the longest time

Daniel wakes up at the usual hour, a few moments before his phone’s alarm goes off. Through the white linen curtains, the bright morning light filters in yellow beams; even though it’s still early, he can tell the day will be, as usual, hot and damp in Dubai.

Once again I love and I do not love

The room was dark, by now almost bare, the late hours of night heavy with silence.

eternal summer shall not fade

The air is muggy and still under the shadows of oak trees, heavy with the promise of thunderstorm; summer hangs on Godric’s Hollow like a ripe fruit from a branch ready to be plucked, overlaying the woods with golden afternoon light.

le gènie du mal

Albus takes his new watch out from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. The gold sits heavy in his palm, glinting in the darkening cloak of the falling night, and its spidery, elegant hands inform him that it is almost half past eight.

and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume

Albus, with an apologetic smile, tells Madam Lindgren that he is travel-weary when the Portkey lands him on the fur carpet laid on the wooden floor of her tiny office, in the Kopparberg Short-Snouts Research Institute. He also adds that he might spend what remains of the afternoon and the evening revising his speech for the next morning.

the erotic bourgeois ennui

Remus is there.

Cor Cordium

Blades of orange light beam through the latticed windows, and the books glow and brighten like breathing, living things, as if expanding their faded leather-bound spines against the dark polished rows of mahogany shelves.

Need a little Christmas now

It’s strange, to sit in the velvet armchair all by himself, resting by the fireplace that brings a dancing, festive glow to the deserted Common Room, crackling merrily in an eerie silence.

[coloredsnowo]

What are y'all bookmarks like these are mine

[greenteaandtattoos]

if im a slut for anything, it’s possessive villains who have pet names for their enemies... "my dear", "my sweet", "my pet", "my love" hnnnng bonus points if they say it in an affection voice while holding their chin or caressing their cheek

[asherasgayagenda]

can i ask what you got on the enstars quiz you reblogged,,

so i just took the quiz for the first time! and.... tada!!!!!!

hm. going through my answers again yeah. yeah i can definitely see the wataru-esque answers theres like at least 4

went back and changed two answers AND ITS STILL WATARU oh. okay then

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[selfshipping-haven]

i just remembered that sfm tf2 s.tar w.ars parody and the fact that s.py is d.arth v.ader has me rethinking my life choices

[nat-20s]

Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖

[femvaylin]

THROWING UP I LOVE PATHETIC SAD & EVIL MEN WITH COMPLICATED FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS SO SO SO SOOOOO SO SO MUCH

[egophiliac]

I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!

I am not normal about any of these characters!

[bkworm5]

things creators can put in their series to make me forever obsessed with it

1) good banter 

2) weird/interesting/unexpected genre combos

3) theme of human morality being inate vs taught or internalized due to socialization

Artemis Fowl & All For the Game are both 1 and 2

BBC Merlin is 1

Jekyll and Hyde and its good retellings (e.g. The Glass Scientists) is 3

[uncanny-tranny]

Once you stop thinking about queer people's labels as strict indications of what's in their pants and who they do/don't bed and instead view queer people's labels as how they interact with the world, you'll find that you'll get along with queer people better and treat them better, I think.

[bonehead-nimble]

The poet, soldier, king quiz is v popular at the moment (I got king if anyone is interested) but I always pictured myself more as the singer telling the story of the three characters rather than the soldier, poet or king themselves