Power move of the century.

@glamoroustrashmage

Lol the Judge just holds you in contempt of court and sends you to jail for the night.

@trashwarden​ @latefortevinter​ I promised you my thoughts. I hope you enjoy.

Magister Pavus,

I understand from our previous communications that contact between us is to be initiated by you, and you alone. However, a matter has arise than requires your attention, a matter that I, in good conscience, cannot ignore. While I am certain my turn of phrase has left you quite tickled, I assure you that my intentions are noble, and I beg your indulgence, from one father to another.

I received a visit from Felix yesterday. Your Felix.

At this point in time, I hope that he heeded my warning, and had the good sense to tell you that he came to see me at my home. But children are fickle creatures, particularly adolescents. I gave him sufficient time to tell you on his own, but felt that this letter was necessary. 

Imagine my surprise to find that I had a visitor calling, late in the morning yesterday. It’s been almost a year since anyone has come to keep me company. For a fleeting moment, I was convinced that it might even be you.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I found young Felix standing on the precipice of my foyer, teetering quietly on the steps. Of course, I’d had no idea who he was, but for the fact that I could tell he’d come from a well-to-do family, in his robes and finery. He wore the insignia of the Circle - a mage. It wasn’t until I noticed the details that I realized he belonged to house Pavus. A staff I’d assumed you had made as a replica of your own, the weighty birthright that hung around his neck, all betrayed him. 

I greeted him, and he introduced himself. “I was named for your son,” he muttered, nearly too quiet for my old ears to hear. He stared intently at me with eyes so stern, for a young man. I asked him whether he had chosen to skip his classes, and he informed me that his instructor within the Minrathous Circle had taken ill. It was the same excuse you used, time and time again, all those years ago! I did not press him on his dishonesty, merely asking why it was he had chosen to visit.

He replied that he was curious. That he understood who I was, and what had happened to me, as though I were nothing more than a cautionary tale come true, the villain out of a children’s fable that had gotten his just desserts, left to wither away, alone and forgotten, until the end of his days. He knew I’d had a son, once, who was everything good and right and true, the best the Imperium had to offer, even if he could not bend the Fade to his whims. He knew that his namesake had died, after having been afflicted with the Blight, but not before I’d dishonored the family name and gotten myself stripped of my title and tossed into a dungeon to rot; that it was only by his father’s grace that I was released and allowed to live out what remained of my life back at home in the Imperium.

I assumed he meant his other father’s grace.

It amused me. The child does not possess your penchant for the dramatic, but is still as direct and as cutting as you ever were. 

I asked him what it was he thought of me. He said he pitied me, that it was unfortunate I had squandered those last few weeks of my son’s life in a dungeon, rather than by his side. 

I asked him to stop reciting what his father had told him, and to tell me what it was that he thought.

That glint in his eye reminded me of him. My Felix. Before the Blight stole that twinkle from him. The boy who was the best the Imperium had to offer; so much so that he knew better than when to listen to his father. 

“If he really was so good, and he was your son, you couldn’t be all bad.” 

 I could not be more certain that you could care less what becomes of me, or how I feel. I am an old man, Dorian, and I’ve long left behind my pride. For a brief moment, it felt as though my Felix had slipped back from the Beyond, through the Veil, and given me the forgiveness I have longed for these decades past. The slightest kindness can seem almost divine, when you’ve grown accustomed to receiving none at all.

I asked if he would like to sit with me, and enjoy a cup of tea. He politely declined, suddenly nervous. I sensed it was all the visit he’d prepared for. He told me that he’d best be leaving, that he should return to the Circle for his next lecture, but I begged him to stay for just a moment as I hobbled to my study. 

When I returned, I found him nervously stroking the handle of his staff, rubbing his thumb along the edge of the grip. A nervous tic he picked up from his father, I assume.

I told him that he should tell you about this little visit, and I gave him a book. One of Felix’s. Filled with the most important pieces of mathematical theory. I told him to take it, that his namesake would be happy to know the information between its covers might be put to use. 

“I love math,” he’d said. He’d told that he used trigonometry to land a particularly potent spell against a classmate of his. I imagine that my Felix, were he alive, would be proud. I bade him farewell, and he departed. 

You should be very proud, as well. I see so much of you in him. It is good to know the memory of my son lives on, even if it is nothing more than a glimmer in  a pair of eyes. I hope you might pay me a visit someday soon. I see how much I have missed, and with what little time I have left, I do not wish to miss any more.

Warmly,

Gereon Alexius

DUH of course it’s okay to reblog!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Fuck I’m still so impressed with this.

“I find it’s really hard for me to condense what she means to me. I was once a young girl and I was confused by what a hero was and what I wanted to be when I grow up and what was important to me. And so, I think it’s so complicated growing up and to attempt to become a symbol of truth and navigating through all the weird questions of growing up feels so — I’m getting emotional just talking about this — it feels so important to me.”

Oh man, I trust her so implicitly with this role.

Anyone up for some Dorian Pavus fanfiction from David Gaider?

art by @slugette

This is the single best take on Dragon Age 2 I’ve ever read and why I will defend it with my life AND TWO OF THE WRITERS BASICALLY CONFIRMED IT??

(Also everyone go follow Margaret Owen on twitter. she writes books.)

twitter thread here

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

me and my friends dancing to “mr. brightside” 

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... WTF?

Really I just want to kill Solas. I don't need "live" support for a complete narrative arc. EA needs to fuck on off with this nonsense.

iconic

reblog every Christmas

On Dec 25th we reblog this

IG: themnanglaroi _207

Me: *shows basic human decency to cashier

Cashier: ??!?! Thank you! You’re the nicest person ever!

Me: are you ok

Reblog if politeness to retail and service workers is important to you.

honestly 

*sighs for a thousand years*

That means that there were discussions about what the Amazons should wear into battle in Justice League and the epic designs from Wonder Woman were rejected in favor of leather bikinis. Let that sink in. They rejected already finished costumes to redesign and remake the armor so that more skin would be showing.

Comparison pic. The Wonder Woman Amazon designs are by Lindy Hemming, and the Justice League Amazon costumes were designed by Michael Wilkinson.

Something about those two names seems relevant, somehow.

Men are trash, pass it on

I just accepted a new position, which started yesterday; and just got two calls for two different interviews at two places I'd also really be interested in working.

So maybe there's a plot twist in store for me!

vv Design yourself here vv

https://bebinator.com/

MMYES

excellent

lmao dra, yours is so accurate

In my mind, I am always wearing a flower crown.

Another little bday gift. This time for @glamoroustrashmage and a scene from his beautiful fanfic “The Lovers” which you should read if you still haven’t. 

Love you, Matt ;D

AHHHHHH LOVE.

I'm going to finish it. I need to.