#v-snippets

[butch-buckley]

“So, you told him you were gay.”

Jake nods.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay, Javy,” comes Nat’s voice from in front of the dartboard. Bob hands her another dart, and she tosses it at the wall.

“I never said there was!” says Javy defensively. 

They’re drinking at the Hard Deck, something of a send-off before their collective two-week leave. A leave that, unfortunately, falls directly on Jake’s high school reunion. Apparently, being a hero means everything begins to fall into unfortunate place.

Javy takes another sip of his beer. “What’s the wrong part, then?” asks Fanboy, sitting next to him. 

“He assumed I had a boyfriend,” Jake sighs.

“And you had to awkwardly correct him, and he thinks it’s going to be weird that you’re the only one there without a partner,” says Javy.

Jake purses his lips.

“You did correct him, didn’t you?” the other man asks, slowly looking up from his beer.

Jake is silent. 

“Seresin. Tell me you corrected him.”

Jake covers his face with his hands, his confident demeanour all but destroyed by that fateful conversation. “I didn’t know what else to say! He was talking so fast, and he was so excited, and I’m—”

“—painfully single and embarrassed by it,” finishes Fanboy.

“I wouldn’t say painful. Or single,” adds Javy. “Embarrassed, yes.”

Jake glares at the both of them. “I’m not embarrassed. I’m… waiting.”

“Yeah, waiting with your legs wide open,” calls Nat. Bob sputters next to her.

“Don’t slut-shame me, Trace,” Jake says, pointing a finger at her.

“Stating a fact isn’t slut-shaming. You’re not exactly closed for business,” Nat points out. 

Bob shrugs. “He’s right, Nat. It’s not very feminist to talk about how the guys Jake chooses to bring home. Or how many of them there are.”

“Wise choice, mansplaining feminism to the female pilot holding a dart,” says Nat, pointing the projectile at Bob’s chest. He raises his arms in surrender, and she flicks it at the target.

“What’s this about mansplaining? I thought that was Hangman’s department,” comes a voice from the doorway.

And there’s Rooster, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a shining grin plastered on his face. He’s next to Jake in an instant, taking the empty seat beside him. “Or is Bob usurping your role?”

“Can it, Bradshaw,” Jake says. “I’m no misogynist.”

“That was just the repressed homosexuality talking,” adds Nat.

Jake shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”

[asofterepilogue]

I know that penelope saying "don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband" is just supposed to be her saying that all she cares about is that he's odysseus and he loves her (and don't get me wrong it IS incredibly sweet and romantic and it makes me tear up a little)

but considering the first thing odysseus does in the musical is commit war crimes and then he just never stops at all, it tickles me to think that she's also saying he's always been a horrible little monster, she's always known, and she thinks the horrors are part of the fun.

[preqvelle]

" Hard times right now, right? Mhm not looking very bright.. But there's always a good But(t) there yknow ... that's not what I meant .. " (x) ghoulbangers / Finland

[justallihere]

"You—" She gaped at him. "You already considered me a suspect and ruled me out?"

He smiled, and it was maybe the most beautiful she'd ever seen him. "Not officially. But I knew you were with Halden at the time. In case anyone asked, I wanted to be sure."

"That's almost. . ." She struggled for the right word. Nice. But Xaden Riorson wasn't nice.

"It's not." He turned toward the door again, pulling it open and holding it expectantly for her. Violet stared for a beat, and then she picked up Tairn's leash and her bag.

[felassan]

Ghil Dirthalen: 'Interview with John Epler || Dragon Age: The Veilguard {Marketing Spoilers}'

(Before deciding whether to watch this video, please note the spoiler warning in the title and in the video description below. ^^ also the segments of the video I mention below are not to do with DA:TV!)

Video description: "Welcome, welcome! I was honored with being able to go to the Veilguard preview event earlier this month, and I got 20 minutes of John Epler's time to ask him questions on the upcoming game! Epler is currently the Creative Director for Veilguard, but has been with the series for ages now. Near the tail end of the video, I do ask questions about some details of the game that were released in marketing so far, so please keep that in mind!"

[source]

Segment:

Ghil: "Kind of in the background doing a lot of heavy lifting in the fandom is a Tumblr user called Felassan." John Epler: "Yes." Ghil: "And they're actually a very good friend of mine. And I know that they would just be overjoyed if I asked to your face, is there any chance that we can get a Last Court just out, back out into the wild?" John Epler: "Last Court - the problem, I would say I don't actually have a great answer to that one, largely because that's not, that's not fully ours, that's owned by another company, so."

also

🥺🥺...

Also also,

DA Theme Park Ride also mentioned!! a glorious day. (cailan voice)

(you can find out about the Dragon Age Theme Park Ride Odyssey here, i promise it's better than gettin high)

[heylittleriotact]

snippet sunday (but monday, because it's a holiday)

Still plugging away at the next chapter of i heard people are dying to get in here. Hoping to have it ready this week. But here's an appetizer in the mean time.

Sorry I've been so quiet/inactive lately. Super busy with work/life/etc. I miss you guyyyyys <3

The hours ticked away filled with delicious drinks, festive music, and a sumptuous cheese fondue shared at the table in the breakfast nook. Emmrich had wanted to set the sprawling ebony dining room table for their dinner due to the holiday, but Rook insisted on the smaller one: it was more intimate - simpler… the way she liked it.  

The name of the game on Wintersend was killing time with your loved ones until midnight, or more precisely - the middle of the longest night of the year. The darkest hour. The blackest day. But on the other side of that twelfth chime was change: the infinitesimal tilt in the planetary axis towards a day that would not be so dark, and a sunrise that would appear only a few seconds earlier than the last, over and over again until the pendulum swung the other way and there was more light than darkness in a day.  

A cyclical reminder - held dear by Nevarrans - that harkened to their deeply rooted appreciation for the order of things: life and death; the changing of the seasons; and the sanctity of the Great Mysteries beyond their knowledge or control.

The stroke of midnight also meant gifts - it was considered bad luck to exchange them any earlier in the day.

Try telling that to a five-year-old who’d spent the entire day getting utterly wired on sugar and anticipation - Rook remembered being small and chomping at the bit before she could even tell time.  

“Soon?” She’d ask her Dad from her cross-legged vigil in front of the digital clock on the VHS player in their living room.

“You asked me that thirty-seconds ago,” he’d laughed. “The number hasn’t even changed. It’s still 10:21.”

Things were quite a bit different for a twenty-five year-old who was desperately in love and well into the third bottle of wine that had been opened and shared that night.

She was oblivious to the clock on the wall behind her that read 12:07 as she straddled the skinny hips of the man who’d opened and poured the wine, making out with him like their lives depended on it, their most recent hand of Wicked Grace forgotten on the table behind her.

Emmrich was fucking garbage at cards.

The least she could do to take the sting away from his fourth consecutive loss was give him a kiss - he was so graceful in defeat… and everything else.

She whined against his lips, both her hands woven in his hair, kissing him ardently as he clutched the table with one hand to keep the chair they both occupied from tipping backwards due to her enthusiasm.

He just looked so sad...

How could she not plant herself on his lap and lick the frown off his face?

She coaxed a muffled and rather surprised grunt from him when she rolled her hips against his. His fingers tightened on her ass and he flinched slightly, jolting the table and causing the Bordeaux in their glasses to sway.

He seemed to summon the willpower required to pull away from her at last, and looked up at her, head tipped back enough that his lips were out of her reach.

“Don't you want to open your gift, my dear?”

When he looked at her like that - down his nose with half-lidded eyes… a bit smarmy… no. No she didn’t.

“This gift?” She purred, hand resting over his semi-hard cock.

His head tipped forward, and a few strands of hair that Rook had disheveled slipped over his brow. “As deeply flattering as it is to know that I’m all you wanted for Wintersend, I did think to buy you something that falls outside the definitions of carnality.”

“Shame - I was gonna give you sex for Wintersend: a hard, sloppy fuckin’.” She clicked her tongue and shook her head. He pinched her side and her foot jerked up so hard it hit the bottom of the table. “Ah! Fuck! Asshole.”

Emmrich reached past her to steady a wobbling wine glass. “Careful, darling. Wouldn’t want to make a mess, now would we?”

“‘Wouldn’t want to make a mess’,” Rook parroted, doing a ridiculous imitation of Emmrich’s voice, letting out a clipped yelp when he dug his fingers into her side again, taking full advantage of the exact spot he knew was incredibly ticklish.

“Keep that up and I’m not giving you your present at all!” She panted.

“Ohhhh - so you did get me a gift?” Teeth flashing as he went to tickle her again and she batted his hands away.

“Well… I got one for Manfred. He’s been such a good boy, you see.”

His hand stilled. “Did you really?” 

“Of course I did. Can you imagine being subjected to those sad green eyes while he longingly watches us open our gifts? I can be bitchy, but I’m not mean.”

“Rook…” a sappy smile pulled at his lips. “That’s incredibly heartfelt of you. You didn’t have to.” 

“Don’t thank me till you see what it is."

"Oh dear."

"Don't worry - it's nothing too dangerous." She slid off his lap and straightened, grooming some of his hair back into place simply to enjoy the softness of it again. "I'll go get it... and I suppose the thing I got for you too..."

[your-favourite-yapper]

ithink ive red all oef it btu m y chtps rnt finished #misery

wa8t no don't b sad :(

the makeup artist tilts mary’s chin up with two fingers dusts powder over her cheekbones like she’s painting on something that already exists like she’s making art out of something that was already a masterpiece pandora watches from her chair hands gripping the armrests so tight her nails leave little crescent moons in the leather mary doesn’t notice or if she does she doesn’t care she’s laughing at something the director said tilting her head back in that way that makes her look effortless like she was made for the camera like she was born with a spotlight already burning behind her eyes

action the clapperboard snaps shut mary turns to pandora with that expression soft open like something fragile like something secret just between them her fingers brush over pandora’s wrist warm lingering for half a second too long it’s electric it’s scripted it’s nothing but pandora swears she feels it in her ribs like a second heartbeat

cut mary pulls away with a grin shakes out her hair like she’s shaking off the scene already moving on already gone pandora is still standing there still caught in the moment like an insect in amber her pulse in her throat the taste of something bittersweet behind her teeth she swallows it down watches mary walk away watches her hug the cameraman watches her lean against the wall scrolling through her phone like she didn’t just look at pandora like that like she didn’t just whisper words that weren’t hers but felt too real anyway

later in the dressing room mary’s laughing again phone pressed to her ear voice warm sweet like she’s talking to someone she loves pandora watches her through the mirror feels something ugly curl up in her stomach something desperate something hungry

it was just a scene just a job just another love story told in thirty takes but pandora’s still holding onto the line still waiting for someone to yell cut

[papathe5th]

You mean to tell me that the "aborted Nosferatu screenplay" description in the Metal Hammer UK article was literal?

Good Wendsday to me and the V stands for Vampire girlies! I’m doing my black eyeliner to the radio snippet, how ‘bout you?

[ghostoffuturespast]

WIP Whenever/Sunday Snippet

It's been forever since I've done one of these... @slayerdurge keeps tagging me though, so fine lol. I actually managed to write something since the last time. Also tagged by @streetkid-named-desire and maybe @wanderingaldecaldo? (That's how long it's been.)

Red warnings flashed in her optics as she switched on the forward thrusters, trying to slow her momentum. Instinct made her swing her arms, kick her legs, but there was nothing to push against. No air. No friction. She threw on one of the side thrusters at the last second, rotating her body around to try and land on the flat of her back. Spread out the force of impact. It was a break fall, just like any other time she'd done one. Like any time she'd been thrown on the mat. Or the dirt. Or the concrete. Except space operated on a different set of rules, and she missed the known comforts of gravity. "Fuck!" V slammed into the wall, velocity bone-jarringly hard, and pinballed back in the direction she'd come from.

Uh, tagging with no pressure - @baublekute @shimmer-like-agirl @velmesh and anyone else reading this who also wants to share!

(Does not need to be writing. You can literally tell me you darned a hole in your sock, tag me, and I will freaking reblog your achievement. [I don't know how to darn knit fabrics, so I'm automatically impressed.])

[redo-rewind-if]

So, uh... about that "friendly" chat with August... 😬

[childrenofcain-if]

blacked out and ended up with a flashback sequence with C 🙃 finished with the formalwear shopping section for C, as well as V. now imma tackle M and D before i write about the dinner (M and C) and the party (D and W).

[bmpmp3]

RECENTLY IVE BEEN really into the idea of making up "fanunits" for vocal synths akin to what we do with love live characters, like fanmade duos, trios, other unofficial groups and like playing with what kind of names and outfits they could have and what kinds of songs would fit their vibes..... ive got a bunch of sticky notes all over the place full of little unofficial groups like this now.... holds out my hand. play toys with me.

[miasmaghoul]

happy wip wednesday, so says @belle--ofthebrawl; here's a lil chunk of an absolute beast of a fic i've been chipping away at for months now bc its gonna have a little bit of everything:

mountain's in rut, and hes gonna need lots of help - and a muzzle >:)

(this one's for @forlorn-crows ♡)

[johnslittlespoon]

tas john's havin the best day of his life in ch8 btw

[jangmi-latte]

he's so princely he's stuck with that medieval painting pose since the renaissance era

[an-albino-pinetree]

He looks so misleadingly kind