#(he's bored)

[tealottie]

save poor dewellyn

[fidgetspringer]

Sir. I am wearing those. Do you mind?

[grimmbats]

[dualityofspirit]

"Gods, I'm so fucking bored, I might just go steal some shit just to have something to do..."

[candyhair16]

He's bored 🐋✨

Lil doodle that-became-a-bit-more-than-just-a-doodle that I made in class while trying not to explode in front of a stupid 3D background I need to do

Original pose by @albanenechi ! Thank you for all your great references !

[bjorkshire-pudding]

The whole last half of chapter 150 was just a series of renaissance paintings, you can fight me on that

(Spoilery manga caps below)

I love how, up until this point we’ve only seen Umemiya’s face. It’s obvious he’s pissed - he’s even got that glowy, no-pupils-in-his-eyes expression that’s synonymous with intense rage.

But Takiishi’s face? It’s been obscured by the angle, or his hair, or cut out of frame altogether until we get to that final pair of panels… and suddenly we see Endo with actual fucking tears of joy in his eyes, and right below it, finally we see Takiishi’s face, unobscured and showcasing his unbridled happiness.

Bravo, Sensei, for building up to that panel that way.

[fenanera]

@keepslore asked: why are you being sweet? what do you want? // from rook!dhavi u3u

"What do I want?" Solas' voice echoes across the empty way, threaded by the stone hands that leech over the prison's rocks and ruin. His own remain ever empty, and his fingers twitch around that indefinite lack. For her, he splays them in faux innocence, arms out to address the wealth of nothing, and all the nothing he could fill it with. A victim of his own thoroughness. "I want for nothing, clearly." He turns on his heel, and points to the space between a chunk of June, and a splinter of Sylaise. "In this corner, I have a plush chair, a warm fire to rest by." He turns again. The prison shimmers like heat in the desert, and where one listing statue had been a constant for however many days, another takes its place, shorter and stockier and more painfully familiar than Solas would so openly address. Dhavi could not see it, a small amount of grace he was grateful for.

He smiles through the haunting, facing her once more. "In that corner, a window to an open, sunlit field." His arms fall heavily at his sides and in a single breath, the prison reworks itself into new theatrics of his failures, and on and on it shall go. "Perhaps you simply caught me in a good mood," Solas ends flatly.

[eatsbooks]

Do birthdays get celebrated in autumn?

ooo i have never considered this before! i had both of the same initial thoughts. especially because ... what is a year's time to an essentially immortal being? that's a blink. a yawn. (don't get me started on how immortality is not played around with enough in-universe. where are my characters who are just so bored of being alive. beron is like . a thousand years old or some shit right. no part of him is tired of living? i digress.) okay and i just had a bunch written about only doing intimate dinners annually and big galas on the decades or half-century — but as i got to the end, i talked myself over to the other side.

i think they do celebrate birthdays annually! because ... fuck alive, living that long is monotonous. birthdays probably aren't even about aging. they're excuses to have social functions, to have reasons to congregate, to have something new to look forward to. i feel like in autumn, they probably get really fantastical. especially because i don't think beron begrudges them much at all. because — exactly what your first point said — it's a means of displaying wealth, plentitude, status, power, etc. look how lavishly we can celebrate even something as trivial as aging. plus it gives beron a reason to have all of the nobility gathered unofficially and keep them close and keep them entertained and drunk and debauched and happy so they're less likely to cause him issues. also even gifting something publicly can be a valuable political move!