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âIt is becoming increasingly difficult to look across the alliance table at Eivor and not think of what could be.â

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I always have them in my party together for the yuri
Are fedoras really that bad?
YES YES THEY ARE
voidethered:
ask-omnipony:
I donât really believe this mumbo jumbo
I mean itâs a goddamn hat.
Right..?
The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-
I wonder if this works with other kinds of hatâŚ
Nothing ventured, nothing gainedâŚ
WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THATâS AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Men of Tumblr are my favorite kind of peopleâŚ
wait, does that mean?
oh boyâŚâŚ.
Luckily, this nonsense doesnât work on girls.
ObserveâŚ
ITâS GOTTEN BETTER!
This post is immaculate
It canât be true.
And it canât possibly work on motorcycle helmets.
I must test it.
Nothing happening so farâŚ
HOLY SHIT IT WORKS
What in the world?
Oh why not? This should be interesting.
Here we go!
Were all mad here in Underland!
What the hell! Never Again!
⌠Actually âŚ
One more time.
Alright, I gotta try this!
Canât be that bad!
âŚ.
âŚoh my godâŚ
ask-gmodsfmrocks:
LOL
This just gets better and better
This is one of my favourite things to look at
holy shit this stuff is back
The Gravity Falls one though
i wonder if it works for flower crowns?
here goes nothin-
w HAT THE
DID I JUST-
WHAT THE FUCK
Okay Clearly something is up.
Hmm⌠I wonder
Iâm sure nothing could possiblyâŚ
HOLY SHIT
IT GOT BETTER
I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING SO LONG FOR THIS POST OH MY GOD!!!
I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at onceâŚ
Never not reblog
ITâS ON MY DASH. ACTUALLY ON MY DASH.
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024?!?!?!!? IT IS ON MY DASH??????
Itâs so nice to see an ancient relic post be kept alive for the younger generation on this website đ
oh thank god i found the unvandalized one
The girls play Stardew Valley on a rare week off
I am writing a short story about Belle and the Beast, a spiritual successor of my short game on Cinderella Happily Ever After. It's not going to be so sad, though, it's intended to be a full love story, and of course the Beast will be female because I will die on this mission to make every Disney princess a lesbian.

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Rumi keeps a dress in the back of her closet, hidden behind rows of hoodies, jeans, and increasingly lengthened sleeves. The fabric is black and shimmery, like a sea of stars, and notable for how comparatively little there is.
It's low cut, backless save for straps arranged crisscross, cutting diamond patterns into her back and chest, the slim bottom cut with a slit that climbed dangerously high up her right leg. Daring, sexy, ever so slightly risque in a manner more befitting of Mira's wardrobe than Rumi's.
Nothing she would normally wear, meant for a special occasion when she could truly be the girl the world saw and desired, faultless and shameless, the shimmering black meant to be paired with shining gold.
Rumi stumbles upon it months after dreams of gold have been replaced by the reality of intermingled colours, jagged edges, and permanent reminders of where she came from.
She holds it against her chest, runing her fingers against the fabric, remembering the shattered dreams tied to it.
Well, dreams can be remade, can't they?
And black pairs well with anything.
It's Zoey who suggests a nice candlelit dinner, a private first date. It's Mira who suggests a semi-formal dress code. And it's Rumi who decides to wear the dress that's perhaps too much on the formal side.
The possible faux pas is worth the gasp that escapes her bandmates when she struts into view and juts out her leg, ever so slightly.
Zoey whistles, eyes sparkling as the dress catches the light of her faintly glowing patterns, "We wouldn't have needed Mira to cook if we knew you'd be serving,"
"You certainly brought dessert," Mira added, hungry eyes following the line of her leg up to her dress.
"Make sure you save room," she quips with a smile, cocky and emboldened by their reaction.
Their identical looks of want, of hunger, makes it clear they will.
I keep jumping around the season with little sketches UwU
But the vice grip Mira Lane has on me can NOT be overstated and I love giving the spotlight to how her almost pathological need for the truth really has fractured her ability to have people close to her
Moments like this little scene, she wishes she could switch off being âa Laneâ and just trust her peopleâcause if she could, she wouldnât have to have figured out that Rumi is superwoman
Rumi swears they're both doing this on purpose 𫣠and it's... working?!
tried hitting zoey with the nerd beam but it bounced off her and hit mira and rumi
Just losing my mind at the implications that the companions have all been trying to help Rook grieve Varric, and Rook doesnât know
Emmrich, wise and long-familiar with grief, being told by Neve and Harding what happened; understanding why sometimes he overhears Rookâs muffled voice in the Infirmary, talking to no one. He takes Rook to the Memorial Gardens and mentions he talks to his parents, thinking Rook might be comfortable with the same. Rook lights candles and rings bells but Emmrich watches, sorrowed, to see Rook still seems in deep denial.
Neve takes Rook to the Wall of Light; a Shadow Dragon Rook knows just what this means but any Rook can understand the solemnity, the power of remembrance. Neve reenergizes Bromâs light and looks to Rook, hoping Rook will mention wanting to make one for Varric. Rook is kind and comforting to Neve, but Neve is lost in wondering why Rook doesnât take the chance to open up. She canât figure it. Maybe Rook just canât face it, not yet. Maybe Rook does something privately. She isnât sure but it nags at her.
Davrinâs not big on talking about feelings. Heâd rather just move on. But he sees the way Rook seems a little hollow sometimes, a little distant; he sees how Rook takes so quickly to Assan. âHey Rook,â he says, and invites them to come with him and Assan to safe places in Arlathan, where the woods are clean and green and growing, where real sunlight dapples through the trees. Rook always seems to love these outings, seems lighter afterwards. But Davrin feels a little confused in that Rook never seems to realize the outings are mostly for them.
Taash is another person not big on feelings. But they know how much feelings can twist you up and mess with your head. When Lace tells them about Varric they feel badly for Rook, and think to how they feel when theyâre struggling. Epic fights, dragon fights, drinks with the Lords. Taash is perfectly capable of doing all that on their own. But maybe bringing Rook along will help get them out of their head a little bit. Does it help? Taash isnât sure.
Bellaraâs double-versed in grief after what happens to Cyrian. Rook helped her through trying to reach him, and Bellara wonders, in her own pain, if she can help Rook a little bit too. Especially if Rook is elven, teaching Rook about the braziers and the challenges is another tool she can share about her or their people, another way that might help Rook with their grief. Neveâs told her that the Wall of Light didnât seem to help Rook much, but maybe a different funeral tradition could help them instead. Rook helps her light the braziers and Bellara feels her heart lightening, though she wonders at Rook, who seems more moved by Bellaraâs reactions than anything else.
Lucanis is nearly as allergic to dealing with feelings as Davrin is, but he immediately clocks how Neve and Harding are acting, and asks what happened before he joined them. They tell him about Varric and that theyâre worried about Rook, that Rook seems to just be shoving those feelings down without dealing with them. Lucanis is no stranger to that, but while itâs fine for him, he doesnât want to see someone who risked their life to save him share that struggle. He brings Rook to Caterinaâs funeral planning to show Rook itâs okay to admit the loss and honor it. When that doesnât seem to make a dent, he falls back to his standard - lavish meals, small gifts, coffee. He knows it would help him. He just wishes it helped Rook too.
Lace hurts the worst after losing Varric and Lace is where Solasâ magic comes the closest to faltering. Rook can see Lace is down, sheâs quiet, sheâs afraid after what happens with the gods escaping; but Solasâ magic holds and Rook can still never see quite why. Lace would love to sit over drinks one night and share stories about Varric, but she sees that Rook doesnât seem ready, and she doesnât want to push. Instead she writes letters to Ma, to the Inquisitor, to Cassandra, to Aveline, maybe even to Hawke. She writes out her stories with Varricâs old quill and she carries a bolt of Bianca with her. A dozen times she goes to talk to Rook about him, and when she tries Rook turns away or changes the subject. It hurts, but Lace knows she canât make Rook talk about him, and she hopes in time it will get better.
This just absolutely crushes me the more I think about it đ
Edit: Varricâs death is Rookâs personal companion quest every other single companion tries to help them with, and canât đđđ

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Me, a shapeshifter telling my unstable lycan gf to calm down
I like the idea that Rumi can - and likely will - eat just about anything. There are some things she doesn't like but she's at least tried it first to determine if she really doesn't like it. There are a few things she flat out won't eat, but they come few and far between. In their early Idol days when they had to do more variety shows Rumi was always the one to do the "gross food" challenges. (Except the spicy ones - she can't handle spice nearly as well as Mira)
But she's also learned that eating some things elicit stronger reactions from Mira and Zoey than others, and if she has fun with it
"Dude, seriously?"
"What?"
"From the carton?"
Rumi took another swig of eggnog from the carton in her hand, locking eyes with Mira as she did. "I'm the only one who drinks it so why not?" she argued back.
Mira visibly gagged. "It's bad enough you drink milk just on its own-"
"Not a weird thing to do."
"-But milk with eggs in it???"
Rumi just took another sip from the carton.
"I can't believe this is the weirdest thing about you," Mira sighed.
Rumi merely smiled, that wide grin of hers that was genuine and confident. "And yet, you still love me."
Mira chuckled as she rolled her eyes. "And yet I still love you," she confirmed.
Zoey then came bombing into the room. "I sensed a romantic moment and came as fast as I could!" she declared. Then she spotted the carton of eggnog in Rumi's hand. "Ugh, Rumi! From the carton???"
[commission]
zoey sammich
Rumi(half turned into a demon with horns and fangs looming over Zoey before kissing her)
Rumi: you look nervous are you sure this is ok?
Zoey(blushing): VERY. This is just like this one fanfic I read about us.
Rumi: someone made a fanfic of us with me being a demon making out with you? Seems pretty trashy.
Mira(laying in bed next to them): hey I worked hard on that.
Girlfriend who always forgets her jacket vs Girlfriend(s) with big ass coat(s)

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What if Rumiâs patterns did physically hurt, especially when they glowed? And Celine knew that?
There had been a moment, when the patterns first started spreading. Rumi was crying. Celine assumed it was fear, as she herself was terrified for her girl. This was the first Rumi was telling/showing her of her spreading patterns, and the new parts were glowing an angry pink, like cracks in cooling lava.
And so she did what she thought would bring comfort: she gently brought her hand down onto the glowing streaks, trying to express that it was ok. That she didnât see their spreading as something that could change Rumi from being, well, Rumi.
And Rumi screamed. Like Celine had just stabbed her. Celine released her as if she had been shocked, and she watched Rumi crumple to the floor, holding her pattern-covered arm as if it was gushing blood.
Eventually, Rumi is able to stutter out an explanation: they hurt. The dark purple ones feel like theyâre electrified wires wrapped around her skin, emitting a low current at all times and justâŚslowly burning. But the glowing ones? Theyâre like liquid iron being injected into her flesh, because the pain starts from deep within and then carves itself to the surface until her skin splits open with that glowing pink/purple light.
Celine doesnât touch the patterns after that. Not out of disgust, but out of fear. She doesnât want to cause her sweet girl any more pain.
Itâs why she didnât touch them on that night. Oh how she wanted to: Rumi had just asked her to put her down like a rabid dog and when Celine refused and tried to explain why Rumi justâŚstared. At nothing. At everything. She looked so lost and scared and sad and Celine wanted to cup her face softly and hold her baby close. But those glowing pink patterns covered every inch of skin. Celine remembered Rumiâs description of what just a few veins of glowing pink felt like, and connected the horrific dots as she took in Rumiâs form. The pain she must be in⌠That vacant look in her eyes might actually be shock. Itâd be the only way sheâs still standing.
And then post-movie, imagine her surprise seeing Zoey and Mira being so touchy-feely with Rumi. Even when the now-iridescent patterns glowed. And so she asks: do they not hurt anymore? Rumi thinks about it, realizing that, no⌠They donât. She had just gotten so used to the feeling that she almost didnât notice. And Celine nearly crushes her in a hug in response.
(Zoey and Mira, meanwhile, are realizing. What do you mean they used to hurt? All the time? And waitâŚthat scream at the Idol Awards⌠Oh my god, Rumi!)
I love how every single member of the fandom can agree that every single time Mira and Zoey find out something bad about Rumiâs life itâs always just the most world shattering information delivered in the most nonclimatic ways ever, like a simple conversation between Rumi and Celine is like living through a horror movie for Zoemira!
Imagine that someone asks Rumi "where do you see yourself in five years" and her first and only answer is "with my girls".
Because she's never NOT considered the idea of any other life besides the one she has now. Being an idol, being a Hunter, being with her girlsâthey were all connected. They'd make the Honmoon gold or die trying but even that was such an abstract and nebulous goal.
So when someone honestly asks her about it, and brushes off the answer, maybe assuming it's just the one she gives for interviews, she's honestly baffled. Because what else is there?
Kids? Sure, she's pretty sure Mira would love to adopt. A house? Yeah, maybe a couple; Zoey for sure would want a summer home in the United States. Post-idol life? Train others, make more music, do some more philanthropy.
A...husband? Away...from them? I...I don't understand. Why would I be away from my girls? They're...they're my girls.