#life of inq

[inqorporeal]

Three and a half months on T.

New binder fits like a dream and does what it's supposed to. Holy shit my clothes actually fit properly.

One week into cosmetology courses to change my career.

Turning 42 in a week.

[inquisitively-infinitesimal]

little things from Grace Hodgett-Young and Dónal Finn’s last performance in Hadestown that I refuse to forget:

‘has anybody got a match’ and Orpheus FINDS HER A MATCH BUT HERMES GETS THERE FIRST

Eurydice’s waistcoat looks to be made out of a similar/the same material as Orpheus’ trousers

‘you wanna take me home?’ with an off shoulder moment that flusters Orpheus

Eurydice finding Hades hot, Orpheus trying to win her back (foreshadowing on how Eurydice chooses Hades/the underworld over Orpheus after Chips Are Down ???)

from A Gathering Storm until Chips Are Down while Orpheus is working on his song he conducts in time with the music … Dónal Finn even memorised some of the piano bits and mimed them on the table ????

Eurydice frequently trying to give Hermes the coins back in Chips Are Down only for them to stand there

also Hermes constantly checks the time . very time loop survivor of them

‘it’s you?’ ‘it’s me :D’ ft Orpheus pumping his fists into the air

Hades’ cunty walk on the turntable (it was like he was on a runway Zachary James makes Hades into such a personality I loved it)

the fake blood/makeup on the side of Orpheus’s face running down during If It’s True because Dónal was crying

the workers/shades taking off their work caps during If It’s True as an act of defiance against Hades

I only noticed this in act 2 it could’ve been in act 1 but Grace wore a hair band? something ? wrapped around her ring finger on her left hand

Persephone side eyeing Hades’ silly dancing in epic iii

‘you finished the song’ ‘yes!’ and the audience cheering throwing off both Dónal and Grace (Grace had to skip a line I think)

perhaps the most evil thing of all Orpheus pumps his fists into the air once he reaches the overworld only to look back and Eurydice’s still in the shade . My interpretation is that it’s following the version of the myth where Orpheus makes it out of the underworld but Eurydice has only taken one step forward/isn’t fully in the overworld when Orpheus turns back (he looks back too soon essentially)

anyway Dónal Finn’s If It’s True changed my life justice for Grace Hodgett Young she deserved a standing ovation at Flowers (I would’ve started it but one of the Fates triggered the next song before I worked up enough courage </3) and I am so glad that we’re getting a west end recording because I truly believe that everyone should hear Melanie La Barrie as Hermes at least once in their life

[tech-obssessed-shark]

“If you can survive being stabbed by a laser sword in the gut, then you can survive falling off a mountain.”

-Me in denial, explaining how Tech has to be alive

[leemarkies]

the dav creative team said they didn’t know who zevran was oh we’re so cooked

[thedragonagelesbian]

i'd add solas to yiseeril's list of male besties she's going to ruin but let's be fair solas needs no help in that area.

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

even if i dont post about it i want you to know i have thought about da:i at least once a day every day for the past 8 years

[lelianaslefthand]

inquisition's character creator did me and darythal SO dirty this is his sim aww so cute what a handsome guy

i got what i thought was fairly close right? well imagine my surprise when THIS is what walked out of that fucking room...

like WHAT?? i know the lighting is bright as hell in the whole first part but i swear he did not look like that in the cc... literally gonna start over tomorrow i was so mad

[earl-grey-love]

Starting a new da:i playthrough acting like I'm gonna "leave my options" open on who I'll romance... but I know there's only ever been two 🤡

[ofdetonation]

@roguesenses inquired : i love you .   you don’t have to say it back . ╱ the dusty toybox.

katsuki hasn't tasted the word on his mouth like this. not in this context, not with so much emotion ; it seems like an insignificant moment to admit a feeling with the depth of underwater trenches, where the still waters of above secretly run as rapids over weathered rock beneath. the word hardly finds itself in other contexts for the blond.

( i love this, i love that ⸺ his childhood self would have said it more than the self that stares bewildered at izuku now. )

the statement strikes katsuki with an intense, stirring feeling in his chest. it gnaws at his thoughts the longer he lets the words settle between them in the air, questioning and restless to respond. it keeps echoing in his mind.

it look him so long to decipher his identity, longer still to strip every layer of complexity from their screwed up bond to seek the core and realise the truth ╱ others around him make it sound so effortless to fall in love. his mother pursuing his father with unrelenting resolve, whatever mina goes on about sometimes, some strangers talking confidently with tales of prayer and hope that brought them together ... it was like love was as easy as breathing.

and then izuku adds onto it by saying he loves him, just like that.

damn him. damn him and his incessant ability to worm his way into every fibre of his being without any regard for what he's doing. damn him for finding a home in his imperfect heart.

but ⸺ katsuki remembers. he isn't oblivious or blind ; what, did izuku think he was fooling anyone, no less the one he loves ?

❝ i know. ❞ i know you love me. i know i don't have to say it back. the young bakugou steps closer once, twice, staring at the green-haired boy ⸺ he seizes one of his hands to deter him from moving away. ❝ what's this about me not havin' to say it back, huh ? you know i do whatever the hell i want. ❞

with the boldness of his mother and the tenderness of his father, katsuki drags izuku closer with their intertwined hands, his other pressing on the back of his neck with calloused fingers eventually tangling in green curls. it's his father's side that dictates his ultimate hesitance ; he could settle for close nonetheless, carmine staring intently into emerald.

❝ but y'know what ? i don't even need to say it out loud. my feelings are just as fucking real if i'm only using my actions to tell you. ❞

unless you want to hear it, but how brave are you to ask, really ?

[vilnan]

today is a zevran arainai day and i'm thinking abt him and ashara being in love 🥰🥰🥰

[inqorporeal]

I may have pushed a bit too hard at work; I suspect I'm either on my last strike or about to lose my job today.

What are they upset at me about? Accurately filling in my timesheet to include the time I spend there before the shop opens. They want us to be in 5 before opening and they'll take 20 from us daily for unpaid lunch despite the fact that we're also supposed to be open during that time, but heaven forbid I get in ten minutes early and want to be paid for my time onsite.

Unionize. I've been trying to get my coworkers onboard but it's too scary for them. Fucking unionize.

[rosykims]

i know the general consensus is that the inquisitors characterization is the worst out of the games but that literally wasnt my experience At ALL considering i play ashara as 90% mean as fuck and alix wilton reagan consistently nails those lines

[zerogravityinq]

it feels like some kind of bullshit that i am at my healthiest homeless and depressed as hell but i walk so much, i am not sick all the time, i have lost weight and built muscle, my metabolism has jumped up and i have healthy poops like BRO WTAF

[hoppinkiss]

i love you

[nkogneatho]

𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

—cw: this is just hella angst and a lil fluffy, character death, jjk au but altered a bit, megumi is reader's son and toji and reader are couples so don't get this twisted because of the tags.

—a/n: please cry. or do inhave to cut onions??? no but fr i was sobbing hard while writing this because yaknow how much i love my man :(( please give feedbacks tho i love reading them.

your eyes were resting close. there was sense of guilt, panic and fear gnawing megumi as he sat on the stool next to your hospital bed. there were a million reasons he could've prevented this. a million. but what is supposed to happen, happens. if he rushed home quicker, you, his mother wouldn't be lying on the hospital bed right now. if only he would've been aside you, keeping you company instead of on a mission, he would've saved you from those corrupt sorcerers. but it happened. and now he was scared, praying every god to turn back time or save you somehow even when the doctor's had announced you wouldn't make it.

you fluttered your eyes open, and slowly adjusted your head to meet your son who was resting his face in his hands, probably sobbing.

"me-gumi..."

"MOM?" his voice was drenched in panic and fear but he eased it out, making sure not to startle you. "you're fine. you're completely alright. just rest and go to sleep okay?"

"since when do you lie to your mom?" he was stunned you caught his lie "i know...i know my body better than anyone else," you stated. his lips quivered in guilt. poor boy. why does he blame himself for everything?

"gumi?" he couldn't form words so he just replied with a hum. "it's not your fault. i don't blame you for anything."

"but—"

"you're the best son i could ever ask for. i know i didn't give birth to you, but not once i ever felt like you weren't my son...not on—not once did i ever feel like you weren't a part of my heart...", a tear rolled of his eye. "so don't blame yourself or you'll be insulting my heart."

"you are the best mother ever." you chuckled lightly because you remembered once he brought an essay home with the same topic. "my mom is the best mom in the world," in his crooked handwriting and drawing of you and his dad holding hands with him. oh right. dad. he knew it was his dad that he fought in shibuya when you told him when he was finally ready. he spiraled into a emotional mess to gulp everything and then your words finally cleared the blurry pictures he had in his head of his childhood.

"is there something you want me to tell your dad when i meet him?" megumi stopped breathing for a few seconds before he finally let out a sigh.

"tell papa...i am sorry." megumi and toji never really had that deep and close father-son bond. there as never a right time in their life.

"he is not mad at you megumi. we're—we're parents. we will always love our child even when they hate us. and you hated him for the right reasons." he was in the verge of sobbing. "megumi...look at me." he lifted his head to meet your eyes. "your dad loved you. he really did. and i am sure when i meet him...he will ask about you first."

"promise me you'll be my mom again in the next life?" he offered his pinky.

"i promise." you entagled your pinky with his.

"i love you mom." you smiled. you didn't say it back. you didn't need to. he knew that you loved him so much.

megumi gently took your hand resting on the hospital mattress and tucked it between his palms. he was warm. or maybe it was your blood running cold. colder and colder till you shut off your eyes, the smile disappearing as your muscles relaxed and heart gave up. megumi's eyes lost inq containing the river of tears and they finally rolled down.

*sounds of waves*

you opened your eyes to bright blue sky mirroring on the ocean, the waves emerging and lacing your feet, the sand tickling your toes. you looked around to find something else but it was all just...beach. till your eyes fell on someone they've been starving to see for years. your husband. the love of your life was right in front of you.

toji smiled and you exhaled in relief, but the exhale bought the years of pent up pain appear on your face, making tears fall constantly.

"i waited for so long, baby." god, his voice. you missed it so much.

you ran. you ran till you were in the arms of your lover, and toji embraced you like he would never let go. "i am here." you cried and he did too. his lips pressed against yours so tightly. he stopped to look at you and ponder at your beautiful face. a face everyday that he tried not to forget. he never could but now you were here finally.

"how's megumi?"

"that idiot. always blaming himself. did you mention how shitty i was?"

"he said "tell papa i am sorry, ha."

toji laughed.

"i did. but he still loves you." you both thought it was funny. "he's your son after all. doesn't show it, but he's stubborn like you inside."

"i am not stubborn."

"yes you are. you got yourself killed even when i told you not to. you left me alone to survive in a world without you even when i told you don't. do you know how hard it was everyday to live without you, toji?" your words getting a little unclear towards the end as you sobbed and yelled.

toji hugged you once again. "i am sorry."

"you should be!"

"i know." he kissed your forehead. "why don't you tell me what happened all these years while we take a walk on a beach?" your puppy eyes peered up at him. "we have forever now."

[elusive---ivory]

Yandere!Emo-Boyfriend x GN!Reader

These ideas keep coming to me like a plague of moths. I saw a fic today that had this same theme, and I wanted it to be longer. Whoever had this original idea gets all the credit, I just wanted to make my own thing, lmaooooooo. TW: manipulation, gore, gaslighting, emo things, mentions of bullying, and depression.

The Emo Boy in your class was a shy kid. He didn't want much to do with anyone. He felt quite reserved and isolated from the crowd. He'd do anything to fit in with the popular crowd. But, as he soon realized, he would never be like the other kids. He wore his hair down, with swoopy bangs.

Ezra was an emotional time bomb, with a fascination for gore and fantasy horror. Ever since he was a small boy, he deeply loved horror. He often wondered what killing someone and taking their blood would be like. His mind was often filled with dark things.

He could understand that people were put off by his morbid interests. One day, Ezra brought in a dead rabbit, hoping to get a reaction out of the popular people. He had bumped into you, accidentally throwing the dead rabbit on the ground.

"Woah, watch it!" Ezra snapped. He glared at you for a second, then his expression soften. He wasn't too interested in a lot of people, but as you smiled and picked up the dead rabbit.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your science project." You said, kindly.

"Uh, it's not for a science project. It's for a prank, dweeb." He quickly ran off. Ezra felt his heart palpitate. The feeling he had in his chest lingered throughout the day. He never had crushes, but maybe you were different. All the other people in the school hated him.

You were like his saving grace. Ezra was drawn near you. Unwillingly, he began to sit by you at lunch. Ezra would usually chug his monster, then wolf down most of his lunch before the bell rang, but today was different. He sat next to you and handed you a note.

Written in very fine handwriting that read,

'Will you go out with me?'

You were very flattered by the offer. After all, he was quite handsome. You walked up to him, pulling him into an embrace. Ezra was surprised. He expected the worst, but he pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head.

You were wonderful to him. You watched all his favorite horror movies with him. You'd talk to him for hours about your day, and he was captivated by your little habits. You were like breathing to him. Ezra couldn't remember his life without you. Ezra would give you dead roses, and trinkets he'd find on the side of the road. You would give him your love in return. Ezra enjoyed your kisses. Whether it be on the mouth or cheek, he would be drunk off the taste of your lips.

His taste for dead things never subsided. Ezra would show you all the latest roadkill he'd find. Unlike most of your classmates, you encouraged this behavior. Collecting bones slowly became your hobby.

He became protective over you. People couldn't just walk up and talk to you. They needed to talk to Ezra first. He would shake anyone he didn't approve of away. Most of the time, Ezra's insecurities would manifest in unhealthy ways. Ezra wouldn't have a direct conversation about it. He prefers to suffer alone, even though you love him with all your heart.

When people get too close to you, his insecurity comes out. He's terrified of losing you, so anyone that shows little interest must be eliminated. You notice slowly your social circle starts to get smaller and smaller. Maybe you didn't need those people, but you were concerned when people you knew started showing up missing.

There was a boy in your math class that you were working with. Ezra must've caught you working with him. This sent him into a frenzy. Ezra was a very jealous man. No one else should be alone with you. Doesn't everyone know that you're in his bleeding heart?

Ezra stalked the boy. He followed him home and waited for the right time to strike. He killed him, disposing of his body in the pond. When you inquired about the red on his shoes the next day, he simply said, "Oh, darling, that's just from painting my car. You don't need to worry about it. I love you."