#slam dunks this

[taikocharm]

( ☆ ♫ ☆ ) ;

❝ I MEAN...THANKS...I guess? I don’t know if that’s supposed to be constructive, or just criticism. ❞

@aoba-shigeru

[riftheart-blog]

i promised i’d make a post on this... HERE WE GO. zekyr & the dimonts’ “undue influence” over him

rubs hands together hOBOY this is where Zekyr’s entire personality has spawned idek where to begin. quick background sum-up is that Zek was taken in as a servant to the Orlesian Dimont family at a very young age, and therefore he grew up with them and had no one else as role models or examples to follow. now, in many cases where servants are being mistreated, i’m sure he would have taken to the older elves in servitude as his “parental figures,” but the Dimonts were kind to him. he idolized them. and so, a form of psychological imprinting occurred.

literally all of his beliefs and views come from their mouths. now, this isn’t to say the family was forcing their ideas down his throat by malicious means, but as a young child, he took to them easily. and then, even as he grew older, he retains these views through some subconscious reluctance to come up with his own.

he doesn’t even realize it, but he doesn’t know how to be himself. much less know what “himself” is. he just doesn’t know.

so, his view on magic? courtesy of the Dimonts. his religious views? courtesy of the Dimonts. every single overarching problem across Thedas having sides? obviously he’s on whatever side the Dimonts are on.

he just. he never grew up. he never learned how to be his own person because he never really sought trying it out. even amongst the Dalish, he didn’t let their views sway him. he didn’t take to their ways--not internally, at least, for externally he had to put on some sort of show. and then when he’s faced with anything combating what the Dimonts taught him? he shuts it out. he barely even listens. because that’s what he knows and is comfortable with, and he doesn’t want to change.

he’s terrified of change.

in Inquisition, that’s where the most growth occurs (naturally). he definitely starts to open his eyes a bit more (and i mean veryyy gradually, grudgingly, and vERY little), because at this point, he’s been away from the Dimonts for nearly a decade; he at some time needs to gravitate away from them mentally, too. not to mention that their daughter Arialne has a mind of her own and encourages it of Zekyr (she can see her parents’ bullshit even when he can’t).

so, Inquisition is a huuuge growth for him. he definitely matures throughout his time there, and maybe finally starts figuring out what he wants and he needs, not the family he served.

[faerypieces-archived]

EVEN IF WE CAN’T FIND HEAVEN,  I’LL WALK THROUGH HELL WITH YOU LOVE, YOU’RE NOT ALONE, CAUSE I’M GONNA STAND BY YOU.

                                             THE HEALER | THE WARRIOR                                             template credit | personals do not interact.

[thenaaru]

a lil gift for @thanidiel for organising a fantabulous night to cheer us all up after an emotional finale!

[deadlanddisciple]

Life doesn't discriminate.

Serthis poison. Bone of cattle. The severed beak of raven. The neatly tied entrails of an unidentified creature. Wyrmwound concentrate in a triangular flask, bottled with a two-inch thick stopper and swaddled in red cloth. Emergency medical supplies. All these and more sit on Kast's shelves in her half-office half-laboratory. She experiments with them, learning which objects know of the future and which are none the wiser. Freshly eviscerated birds might tell her about the latest famine, if she cuts at just the right place. The right potion might give her a dangerous fever in return for a glimpse into the life of the next noble to be welcomed by the Castle's breath. But her greatest success has always been in reading bones, given to her by the Wasteland.

To say the Wasteland gives her bones is a very literal statement. A descendant of nomads, the Scarred Wasteland seems to recognize their footfalls in Kast, as if she too walked among them. The wildlife of the savage lands watch and guard her, and her singing summons all manner of bird, even the shy ostriches that occasionally catch her voice in the wind. Antelopes might close the distance too, but they are more likely to watch from afar, half their attention on her and the other half on the jackals sitting by her feet. It's the hunters of the Scarred Wasteland that bring her their kills, and she thanks them with slices of meat and water before taking the bodies and preparing them to be read.

The fauna of the Wasteland waits at Kast's feet like a loyal pet, eager to assist the princess figure. Although she seems a gentle soul, not powerful enough to cause rib-gripping fear, Kast should not be taken lightly. She is not merciful when crossed.

Kast was the only girl of her clutch, and second-born child of Morrigan. Although not easily accessed willingly, Kast's magical potential spread far over the Wasteland, unconsciously bringing it closer to her. When the first snake regurgitated a rat onto the hatchling's foot, Decay decided Kast's fate. She was trained as a bonethrower, one who divined messages from fractures in bones. And there was an endless supply of them. Studying and experimenting comfortably in the castle, Kast knew little of struggle and sweat--a trait that made many dragons wary of her status. Yet challenging her came at a price, for the Wasteland was as eager to defend her as it was to leave her gifts. Kast grew up pampered and naive.

Her behaviour did not change with the fall of her birth place, but rather with it's rebirth. As an older daughter with many resources at her disposal, their return brought with them a churning realization for Kast: she had done nothing. Initially led to believe that there was no hope for them from the messages she read in a birdskull mask, the reality that the Wasteland kept its own secrets from her did not settle into Kast easily. A spark of guilt set it ablaze like a fire in a flour mill, and rather than internalize it like those before her had done, she fanned the flames into action.

[xaconite]

repost / small pkmn hc dump for things I couldn’t include in the main post–!!

Kian gets really excited when he gets to tell someone they have an egg!

Kian’s pumpkaboo Mab is usually very calm during the day and will float around Kian’s cap if he can. at night, he’s a rambunctious little thing.

Cass’ Mimikyu is the first he ever encountered as a child, and Cass genuinely believed that he was a pikachu, hence the name Wattson. he’s since learned though.

Bones (his Umbreon) is the biggest little shit in existence, and Cass has to keep his eyes on her. 

Kian’s mother will coax Cass into helping around the daycare if he’s there all day

Joey has badges from the Indigo League, the Johto League, and the Kalos League, but he hasn’t completed any of them.

Joey’s Cubone Knox genuinely hates being in his pokeball and has really bad separation anxiety, so Jo keeps Knox with him at all time. Jo sleeps with him too, especially when the pokemon gets particularly sorrowful at night.

if Jo’s having a rough day, he’ll often talk to his Piloswine Honey because he thinks she’s a great listener and finds her presence comforting.

He caught Knox on one of his short trips to Kanto. The Cubone actually spooked him in the Rock Tunnel. 

after keeping Baylor (his Donphan) at the daycare for a bit, Jo befriended Kian and then eventually Cass!!

[sciath-blog]

ENGINES REV UP TO GO, HE decides to take his bike out today-- it wasn’t often enough that he used it, and it was hard not to what with the sun shining down on him. usually, he just took it to ride aimlessly for hours;; no destination in mind, and not a ( temporary ) care in the world.

however, today had a specific goal in mind. 

he makes his way to a familiar place, a place that he hasn’t seen in quite some time. for the timeless man, it was a wonder just what was the reason he was here but, as he carefully maneuvers his bike through the streets, another bike comes to view, one that brings the slightest of smiles upon his face. he was here, the one he sought after, and he slowly pulls up as to be mindful of both noise and of space. with any luck, he hoped his friend was actually here and not gone once again. 

finally, the engine comes to a full stop as he finds a place to park, keeping  him and the bike stabilized with balanced feet as he waits for a bit. to be truthful, he isn’t sure how long he was going to wait--hell, there was the possibility that he might not even see him today, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.

besides, some catching up was well needed.   

[riigormortiis]

❤ (for like future mj/isis shit duh)

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.