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[iamnmbr3]

Ok but this bit is hilarious when you consider some of Tom's classmates at Hogwarts might possibly have heard about the case at some point.

Just imagine Alphard Black at home over the holidays sitting at the dinner table while some of his relatives with Ministry connections casually discuss how apparently Morfin Gaunt is going to Azkaban for murdering some muggles. And then suddenly one of them happens to mention that one of the muggles was named Tom Riddle. And then they all agree that it's an open and shut case and move on to other topics while Alphard's like:

[seeyouinseptemberbabe]

So jared and soldier boy...that's a new dynamic

[nanoseven]

there HAS to be a fic somewhere where jous main job is an artist

..right?

[pstelwitchcraft]

Read Green Eggs and Ham with my little sisters today and now I have an unquenchable thirst for Laudna calling Imogen "Idgie"

[tinyattacksquid]

Man I hope those posts about like ‘I love when someone comments on an old fic’ and ‘I love when someone goes through and reads all my fic’ are true because I just finally watched SGA and uh. If not, then apologies to all SGA fic writers who haven’t written for it in years!

(And uh...if anybody’s got fic or vid recs or feelings to share or anything, you know, please do send those my way...)

[baku-bowl]

... anyone have Bakugou-centric fic recs? pease? 🥺

[midnightprelude]

Gritty eyes when you stare into fire too long for Dorian x Varric =)

Thank you so much for the ask! Been a moment since I've done one of these! For @dadrunkwriting!

“...And between you and me, that’s what really happened in Kirkwall,” Varric finally turned back from the fire, what little was left in his flash sloshing sadly against the engraved pewter. “Hawke made her choices and I stuck by her. Always will.” He poured out the remnants of his whiskey, even though Dorian thought for a surety the man could’ve used another swig. “Even after this.”

“I’m sorry,” Dorian said limply, the words hollow as they left his lips. “You were a good friend to her. I could tell she cared for you deeply.”

“Yeah,” Varric shook his head, a slight, somber smile playing on his lips. “She cared for everyone, really; that was part of the problem. At the end of the day, she’d have thrown herself in front of a moving cart to save a random passerby. This…” He sighed deeply, as though the weight of the world was trying to escape from his lips. “Maybe not exactly how she wanted to go, but close to it.”

“To Hawke,” Dorian raised his now-empty wine glass for what must’ve been the fifth time that night. “Who faced down terror itself and laughed in its face.”

“To Hawke,” Varric chuckled darkly, his eyes turning back to the flickering flames, gold glinting at his neck and in the rosy waves of his hair. “I hope you find the peace you were searching for, old friend.”