i'm actually rather proud of this

in-character reactions to klance based on every fic i've ever read

pidge: “finally. i’m happy for you both.” she’s smiling at them, leaning against a wall or whatever is closest. she is very smug about the whole ordeal.

shiro: actual proud rather. grabs both their shoulders. “treat each other right.” no signs of teasing, he is genuinely stoked for the two of them.

hunk: clapping to himself, tears streaming down his face. happy tears. he has no words. he’s so happy his best bro is happy.

allura: beaming. almost as happy as hunk. she is sparkling. I’m so thrilled for the two of you! so thrilled!” her hands are clasped together.

coran: most likely confused. “…were you not already together? oh well, congratulations!” he has his hands on his hips.

Inquisitor As A Companion Meme

InKid-quisitor as a Companion
Kid Varian

Warning: It’s long under the cut
Edit: Re-Made his Companion Cards & Character Icons

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What’s a soulmate?
It’s a… Well, it’s like a best friend but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.

Last one for the night! Lapis and Turquoise’s fusion, Azurite. She is also rather unstable, mostly due to Lapis’s general jumpiness at the prospect of fusion and Turquoise trying slightly too hard to try to assure Lapis that everything is going to be okay. Azurite is never a forced or manipulative fusion, but she is very jumpy and generally doesn’t last long.

“Now, if you and I are to lead these men together, you must learn to know its presence well so that you may use it… Rather than it use you.”

“You have some experience with this, I imagine, living in fear of such a thing within you?” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

“I can’t tell if this was a warning or a welcome.”

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i get this feeling that viktor krum has a great sense of humour, and he gets really into english-language jokes - both as a way to improve his english by deconstructing language, but also because he’s a cool guy and cool guys like jokes. ok.

at least, he thinks he’s got a great sense of humour, but this over-reliance on puns makes most of them groaners, rather than actual laugh-jokes

you might say that these jokes are a bit


My Response to Thornburgia's Ransom of my Scarf

Gentle Thornburgians, Lords and Lady all,
The price you seek is exceedingly handsome;
Still, my scarf’s return I would not forestall,
And so I’m prepared to discuss your ransom.

Questions of fealty need not be proposed:
My loyalty is evermore at hand;
The food and drink, too, will go unopposed
(Although I might contest the pizza’s brand).

Which brings me to the one snag in my mission:
To fabled boxes scarlet hence I sought
A copy of this Extended Edition,
But fear ‘twill not be rented, only bought.

As such, a few days more will I require
To go to BioLife before the Shire.

Transit Umbra, Lux Permanet

Enjoltaire | Canon Era | 950 w | Post Mortem Fluff and Comfort | AO3

Heaven was nothing Grantaire had pictured it to be. Actually, heaven wasn’t something Grantaire had pictured at all, or rather, not in a really long time. And not for himself. The Perly Gates had a strange Parisian atmosphere, the same air of effrontery, its scent. At least he wouldn’t be lost. Mastering the City of Light’s geography had taken him long enough for him to be robbed of his knowledge in the afterlife.

Though the hearts were heavy of their defeat, they were thankful to see each other again. Grantaire had held Joly tight in his arms when he had recognised him. To think he hadn’t said goodbye. To think he had left the Earth without a warm embrace from his friends. How selfish of me, he thought. The only thing I could bring them was friendship, and I did not deliver. Bossuet had given him a warm pat on the back and a generous kiss on the forehead. The man had never held grudges when he was alive, why start now? Grantaire had lodge his fist against Bahorel’s shoulder in a brazen greeting. He had been among the first to get here, Grantaire had been told.

“Did the Master of the House give you some inebriant, for your trouble?” he had asked with an amused smile.

“I’m afraid the only spirit I’m gorging on is that of the Revolution, my friend,” Bahorel had replied, hitting his chest with the palm of his hand.

“Thirsty work,” Grantaire had snickered.

He had secretly admired him, in that instant, to still believe even though nothing tied him to his ideals anymore. He supposed it was the very nature of ideals, to be unreachable, yet unshakable. 

Grantaire thought about his own beliefs.
Grantaire thought about Enjolras.

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