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Fenris/f!Hawke, 1997 words, sfw. Fenris and Hawke form a fledgling friendship over talk of the Deep Roads expedition. Content warnings for mentions of violence, slavery, and canonical character death.

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“Is your buying people fruit based on their place of origin a regular occurrence? Don’t you have an expedition to fund?”

“Well, you’re the only Tevinter I’ve met and not killed, and the greengrocer was rather persuasive. ‘The only ones you can find in the Free Marches, serah,’” Hawke says in an imitation of the dwarven grocer’s drawl, “‘handpicked by elven maidens and shipped straight to Hightown from the lush stretches of Perineum—’”

Fenris has a weird little cough. “Perivantium.”

“—that’s what I said—‘in crates enchanted with frost runes and pulled by free-range dracolisks.’ Oh, and it looks like it’s wearing a tiny court jester hat,” she adds, pointing to the strange flower that crowns the fruit as he pares it off before scoring the top. “Besides, I’ve never had anything from Tevinter and—oh, sweet Andraste on a stick, of course the damned Tevinter fruit is bleeding.”

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Sheith Week day 2: Sun / Stars

This is my contribution to #sheithpositivityweek day 2! The prompt is sun/stars.

(A/N: There’s one specific song that always plays in my head whenever I think of sunsets, and it’s Dusk by Steven Bryant. I got to hear it performed live once at a concert and the way the conductor explained it influenced the way I wrote this fic. He had said, “You know how when you’re watching a sunset, there’s about twenty seconds when the sun is at exactly the right angle and the colors somehow seem brighter and the sunset just seems extraordinarily beautiful? That’s the moment we’re trying to use this song to portray.” [The moment he’s talking about is at 3:15, if you want to listen. Everything before that is building up to it.] If you’d like to listen to it, feel free!)

  • The paladins have landed on some alien planet for a few days. Their lions are damaged from their latest fight and the planet’s engineers have offered their aid.
  • The planet is warm, but not unreasonably hot. Like a typical day in early July back on Earth.
  • God, Shiro misses Earth.
  • It’s technically their second day on the planet. They landed late at night yesterday, bone tired and ready to collapse. Allura and Coran go into the mini-city that offered to take them in. The paladins have to fight their bodies to stay awake long enough for the pair to return safely.
  • when Allura and Coran finally come back with the report that they’re clear to stay, everyone crashes and burns, hard.
  • like, fourteen straight hours of sleep hard.
  • Shiro, used to being the first person awake, doesn’t get up until the alien equivalent of 2 p.m.
  • He goes in to Keith’s room briefly.
  • keith looks so peaceful when he sleeps.
  • of course, that’s what everyone says, but that doesn’t change the fact that that’s Shiro’s first thought.
  • his hair is everywhere.
  • (shiro wonders if he’ll ever cut it. he’s never seen it shorter than mullet length.)
  • but still… he seems like he doesn’t have to worry about anything.
  • shiro wished keith would never have to worry about anything, ever.
  • he goes out to the castle balcony and finds that it’s abnormally bright out.
  • like, weirdly bright.
  • and then he goes outside and finds out why.
  • the planet has two suns.
  • the castle is planted in the shade, but shiro could still see the sunlight from the gaps in the trees.
  • allura, who’s been awake for a while, tells him that most of the civilization lives in the forest because the suns are so bright.
  • keith appears at shiro’s side, asking why there’s so much light, and shiro tells him what allura learned from her diplomatic expedition:
    • the first sun is yellow, like the sun on earth. but the second sun is more of a coral color, which makes for some interesting sunsets.
    • at 6 p.m. earth time, the first sun sets, and at 7 p.m. earth time, the second sun goes down as well, and between those two times, the colors changing is an incredible sight.
    • “the people who live on atari, the planet we’ve landed on, are used to it. but since we’ve never seen it, they recommend we stay the night and watch.”
    • because both suns are on the other side of the planet at night, they can see the stars so clearly.
    • so clearly.
    • there is no light to ruin the beauty of thenight sky like back on earth.
  • the sky is the most beautiful thing.
  • shiro, out of the blue, goes “hey, keith. do you want to, just… take a while? take a while and pretend? we can imagine we’re at home, looking at the stars. just like the garrison days.”
  • keith responds “i don’t want to pretend. i want to be here, and now. with you. maybe one of those stars is the earth. maybe one of those stars is home.”
  • at 5:45 p.m. earth time, keith and shiro go out. they call it a “date”.
  • is it really a date? well, anything can be a date if you’re with the right person.
  • shiro is the right person.
  • keith is the right person.
  • they set up some blankets on a slight hill in a meadow a bit removed from the rest of the city, and wait. at 6 p.m. on the dot, the colors start to change.
  • it’s so beautiful.
  • it’s so beautiful.
  • the second sun is a color somewhere between pink and orange and yellow,  as opposed to the dandelion hue of the first, and the colors blend and bleed like fire on water.
  • every minute, the colors change. every minute, a different combination. a different shade of scarlet, or marigold yellow, or flaming orange or crimson or cotton-candy pink or a deep, deep red like cherries when they’re perfectly ripe.
  • shiro is in awe.
  • keith is in awe.
  • the time seems to go by too fast for the shifting of colors happening right before their eyes.
  • as the suns sink farther into the horizon, shiro lets his mind wander, at rest for once, briefly removed from the stress of being a paladin.
  • i’m so glad we stopped on this planet, he thinks, referring to the castle.
  • i’m so glad we stopped on this planet, he thinks, referring to himself and keith.
  • it makes for a completely different type of “we”, and shiro is happy that there’s a difference.
  • actually, shiro’s just happy.
  • no. happy isn’t the right word for it, shiro thinks.
  • he’s not happy quite yet. he knows he won’t be truly happy until all of them make it home to earth, and he can see keith smile openly, without the fear and instability that always rests just behind his eyes.
  • he may not be happy, but he is still content.
  • just for this one day, he can be content.
  • content with the way keith’s face looks when he turns to the light.
  • content with the way his hand fits into shiro’s like they were meant for each other.
  • this is one of the things you remember for years, shiro knows.
  • as the suns go down, shiro remembers one of the things he told keith about sunsets ages ago, back at the garrison.
  • “there’s always one brief moment when the sun is just touching the horizon, and right then the colors seem brighter, and the light seems clearer, and the clouds all give way and you can see the entire sunset, and it’s beautiful. that’s the best part of watching a sunset.”
  • and suddenly, the colors seem brighter.
  • the light seems clearer.
  • every cloud gives way and the two of them could see the entire sunset, in all its splendor.
  • it was beautiful,
  • and it was the best thing they had seen in a long, long time.
  • shiro thinks about home.
  • shiro blinks back tears.
  • oh, god, how he missed the glory of a sunset in july.
  • he wants to kiss keith, but he can’t bear to miss a single moment of this beauty. he knows he probably won’t get to experience something like this for a long time.
  • when it’s over, they both know it.
  • the first sun is gone from view, leaving behind only traces of yellow slowly giving way to shades of red, then pink, then violet.
  • when the coral sun is almost gone, the vibrant oranges and yellows give way to the last shades of dusky pink, which fade into royal purples and midnight blues.
  • it is only then that shiro can break away.
  • he turns to keith, wordless.
  • keith, not a man of many words himself, responds with a kiss, slow and tender, to shiro’s lips.
  • “that was something, huh?”
  • “it sure was… something,” shiro replies, knowing that ‘something’ will never be a good enough word to describe what he just witnessed. 
  • knowing that there’d never be a good enough word to describe what he just witnessed.
  • “shiro, i miss earth.”
  • “me too.”
  • shiro, still a bit whelmed, rolls over to rest his head on keith’s chest.
  • the gesture is almost unlike him. but keith doesn’t question it, and he allows shiro to place his forehead down as the stars come up.
  • the first stars start to shimmer on the fabric of the night and they are nearly as beautiful as the sunset.
  • the sky is pitch-black, and every star burns brighter than the light of atari’s two suns.
  • keith runs his hand through shiro’s tuft of white hair.
  • he breathes in, and shiro’s head rises with his chest.
  • it’s a soft moment, a quiet moment, reflective and retrospective; both are in their own little world of thought, yet connected in the slightest ways.
  • shiro’s head on keith’s chest.
  • keith’s hand in shiro’s hair.
  • the gentle but passionate kisses they will share once in a while.
  • shiro takes a second and looks up at keith’s face, brushes a stray lock of hair away from his forehead.
  • keith turns to look at him for a moment, and shiro’s heart stops.
  • looking into keith’s eyes has always been an experience for him, but with the stars behind him and the gentle breeze of the night whispering through his hair? this is on another level.
  • shiro can’t help it.
  • he forces himself to stop after one kiss, deep, slow, and emotional. he could keep going all night.
  • but he doesn’t. the feeling of keith’s lips on his lingers long after the physical contact is gone.
  • the look in keith’s eyes remains long after the kiss is broken.
  • shiro realizes that maybe, there is something more beautiful than the atari sunset.
  • the rational part of shiro’s brain says that they should go back to the castle. the emotional, madly-in-love part tells him to stay, shiro, stay.
  • the emotional, madly-in-love part always wins when it comes to keith kogane.
  • keith has fallen asleep, but shiro hasn’t moved. gingerly, he raises his head and picks up the small blanket they brought with them. bridal-style, he picks up keith as well, and carries him back to the castle, blanket draped over him.
  • the other paladins seem to already be asleep. shiro places keith delicately in his bed, and keith stirs just enough to wake.
  • keith doesn’t really know what’s happening. all he’s aware of are warm, strong arms, a blanket over his body, and a kiss on his cheek. words hanging unspoken in the air. then keith’s vision darkens, and he is asleep again.
  • there’s so many things shiro wants to say.
  • he wants to tell keith that he loves him.
  • he wants to tell keith how beautiful his eyes are when their colors put the night sky to shame.
  • he wants to tell keith that when they go home, they’ll watch every sunset together. learn the names of every star in the sky. share a thousand kisses in the moonlight.
  • he wants to tell keith that they’ll go home.
  • someday.
  • but for now, shiro will take one last glance at the way keith looks when he’s asleep - peaceful, and undisturbed, and serene.
  • the way his hair falls over his face in all the right ways.
  • the way his face convinces shiro that everything will be okay.
  • everything will be okay, shiro says to himself, and he spends the night dreaming of the sun and the stars and everything in between.

got stuff I doodled on holiday scanned now so starting posts of them!

This is not in the order of when they were drawn, as like this was done a few days into the holiday after my dad noticed I brought stuff to draw with, my dad doesn’t draw much anymore but does like to draw things he sees or do like pen doodles, so what we did was we sat out the front and I let him draw what he could see, then I decided to do my one too that is the same scene but slightly to the side since we were sitting in slightly different spots.

Can you guess which one I did? answer hidden in tags

Food for thought: wouldn’t forcing LGBTQ+ Christians to hide their identity and “change” technically be a sin, falling under the “do not kill” commandment? Because religious leaders (or just members of the church) are forcing them to “kill” a part of themselves, which is also a sin?

i think what made old hollywood actors and actresses so visually distinct was the limited camera technology. everything was in black and white, so the use of contrasting colours and defined shapes (in clothes and hair and makeup) was pretty much necessary for a sharp image that didn’t fuzz up, moreso when it came to moving pictures with several people and props in the same shot.

you just don’t get that crispness these days with hollywood’s current fixation on stubble mcjawline #42

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Marichat May (Identity Reveal)

welcome to adrien inner mind theater (again-ish)

my headcanons are that this nerd reads a lot of shoujo manga and that he really does think he’s beautiful af so here you go—

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so uh, about aizawa,