so favourite

So today i was at the bakery wtf as a french person this is the worst text post intro i could make and i was wearing my Dipper’s cap and this woman working there asked me what i wanted and then she looked at me and her eyes widened and she screamed “OH MY GOD ?? IS THIS THE CAP FROM GRAVITY FALLS ??” and she stopped what she was doing to call her co-worker who was in the kitchen like “HEY C’MERE SOMEONE HAS DIPPER’S CAP” and the guy saw me and was like “hey boy plus you kinda look like a real-life version of him” and this just brightened my day my week my month my life

“A streak of green fire blasted out of the back of the shed, passed a foot over the heads of the mob, and burned a charred rosette in the woodwork over the door.

Then came a voice that was a honeyed purr of sheer deadly menance.

“This is Lord Mountjoy Quickfang Winterforth IV, the hottest dragon in the city. It could burn your head clean off.”

Captain Vimes limped forward from the shadows. A small and extremely frightened golden dragon was clamped firmly under one arm. His other hand held it by the tail. The rioters watched it, hypnotized.

“Now I know what you’re thinking,” Vimes went on, softly. “You’re wondering, after all this excitement, has it got enough flame left? And, y'know, I ain’t so sure myself…”

He leaned forward, sighting between the dragon’s ears, and his voice buzzed like a knife blade: “What you’ve got to ask yourself is: Am I feeling lucky?”

—  “Guards! Guards” Terry Pratchett

anonymous asked:

Oh no h0ly is dming share stories please~

Ah, well… Naturally because I’m a nice person, I opened by dooming my party to death with a terrible curse which will kill them in a matter of time. And as a result they’re banned from every town and city. 

The only place that accepts them is a tiny village with a population of four, ran singlehandedly by a deranged yet well meaning girl who never sleeps… And she asked the party to do her a favour by dealing with the menace that’s been terrorizing the village. Which turned out to be a kid living outside of the village who’s been egging the place. And when the kid goaded them and they chased him into his house, he essentially put them through a series of Home Alone traps.

That was probably my favourite part so far.

headcanon that lance says things like “what the cheese”, “holy crow”, and “gone apples and bananas” because he’s got younger siblings and he couldn’t curse around them, so he edited his favourite sayings. “shit” is his favourite curse word but he kind of fudges it more often than not now because he’s a good big brother. 

pidge and hunk are the only ones who know, and they’ll stand up for him when keith started making fun of lance’s baby talk. keith feels a lil bad about it so when he apologizes to lance, he just goes, “i hecked up” and lance grins so huge. and when he notices the rest of the paladins are regularly using his silly little phrases or making up their own sfw versions of curses, he definitely gets a little emotional about it because they’re family

athos-silvani  asked:

For "Stuck on the Puzzle", if that's ok-- I know you're kind of "off" the DA fandom, so no worried if you don't want to think about it right now :) 2: What scene did you first put down? or 4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue? or 5: What part was hardest to write? or all?

I’m totally okay to write about Stuck on the Puzzle! :D (And I’m still thinking about future stories and stuff, I sort of drift all over the place fandom-wise. I wish I had more time for reading/writing - like if I wasn’t working on two original stories and one epic fanfic right now I’d also be working on Cold Red Light).

I’m answering all of these. e.e

2: What scene did you first put down?

Y’know, the first scene I put down, hmmm…. actually it was the first chapter? But I wrote the first chapter as a standalone (I mean a standalone that…promised a lot more, but I genuinely thought that was all I’d write) for a Cullen/Bull prompt week where one of the prompts was ‘negotiation.’ And I just kind of had this concept of Cullen being the most awkward person ever and then I thought maybe he wouldn’t negotiate for sex, but corporal punishment because I wanted to try something a little different to what I’d seen in the rarepair so far.

So that actually came pretty naturally. :D

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

*casually spends like an hour going through the story.*

All the exchanges where Bull is itemising all the things that he thinks Cullen is attracted to, and Cullen immediately starts gnashing his teeth. And that this continues across the story, all the way to item number 6, lol.

Many of Cullen’s rants I really enjoyed for how bitchy they were. There’s a point where he just belligerently goes off his top re: Searidge and he says:

‘You telegraphed your concern,’ Bull said, and the flash of anger Cullen felt then was too large to contain.

‘Do you think I’m unaware of that?’ Cullen said, turning on Bull. ‘Do you think I didn’t know that’s exactly what I was doing? It was what he was waiting for. Of course he knows that it matters, because it matters! I apologise that we haven’t all had the training that you’ve had, some of us weren’t sent to the equivalent of a qunari intelligence university. It’s not as though I didn’t try to pretend it didn’t matter. But he already knows it does. If you came up here to tell me I should have presented a better game face to him, I’m going to agree with you, and then I’m going to tell you to get out.’ // ‘There,’ Cullen said, staring at him, ‘is that mouthy enough for you?’

Anything like that, I really love rereading.

And for some reason I feel like I had an okay handle on Cassandra’s dialogue? So there are some of her lines that I just love because I can really hear her voice in it:

‘I already have that,’ Cullen said, and felt like they were in some staring competition where she was mentally trying to will him into saying yes. The worst part was he could already feel it working. Like a willow branch being bent slowly into place. ‘No, Cassandra. It’s not my idea of a good night. It’s not-’

‘It’s no one’s idea of a good night!’ she exclaimed. ‘The children will be nervous. The adults will be wanting it to be over. We all know it’s meant to be late spring but it will probably snow. I’m not sure anyone really enjoys Summerday. That is what…’ Cassandra waved her hand, ‘the frivolities of Satinalia or even Wintersend are for. You were Knight-Commander, it would have been your duty to oversee the Templars during their coming-of-age, yes?’

Like that’s not the most interesting exchange or anything and I’m sure some people skip it but I just think that moment where she says: ‘we all know it’s meant to be late spring but it will probably snow’ will go down as probably my favourite Cassandra line that I’ve ever written because I can just hear the exasperated way she says it.

Oh and finally this: 

‘Oh really?’ Cullen said, turning his hand so that his fingers could touch Bull’s palm. ‘You like the criminal element?’

‘Yeah,’ Bull said, and Cullen could hear the smile in his voice. ‘Show me someone who practices the petty theft of floggers, and I’ll show you a hard on.’

(And the exchange that follows it).

5: What part was hardest to write? or all?

Haha, I had major areas of writer’s block throughout Stuck on the Puzzle, but easily the hardest scenes were always the sex scenes. It took me a while to get what was going on there, it was partly my own irl discomfort in writing sex scenes (I went through a period of like a year and a half thinking I was trash at them and I’m only just now coming out of it), and then it was actually kind of vibing too hard with Cullen’s demisexuality / awkwardness around sex in general.

So what would happen is I’d start of the scene in Cullen’s headspace given he’s the narrator, and Cullen was always like ‘honestly I don’t really care about the sex :/’ and then mysteriously as the writer I’d be like ‘I don’t…really feel this sex scene. I don’t even feel like it’s hot. Idk, what the hell…’ And later I realised that once Bull sort of started to get going, and Cullen started to see the point, it was like ‘oh holy shit. It’s a block because of Cullen’s character.’ It was the weirdest thing, and it also always happened, even once I knew it was there and what was causing it.

The punishment scene was tough, because writing the difference between ‘flogging that is punishment’ and ‘flogging that is reward’ within the same scene was a weird sort of dance where I worried it wouldn’t come across. There’s a moment where Cullen’s like ‘how is something I really like ever going to be a punishment?’ and I’m like ‘I feel ya buddy. I feel ya.’ Lol. I mean I got there in the end, but I sort of had to think through that scene a lot, and I’m not entirely sure I got exactly to where I wanted to get to. Like, I think I achieved some of what I wanted to, but not all.

The action scene regarding Cullen / the red lyrium / having the infection etc. was also pretty difficult mostly because it was the most ‘in canon’ thing I did (i.e. situating it within an actual event people have played, using real-time dialogue) and there were a lot of moving parts given it was an ensemble team and Cullen was on the downward spiral of ‘hey I have a major infection that’s scrambling my brain.’

(Conversely some parts really flowed. I came to really look forward to Cullen and Bull having discussions together, because even if their progress came in stops and starts, there was something about them both in a room that just had me writing very happily, forever).

pink-rose-of-sin  asked:

Will you be doing a stream for the 24 hourthon? If it was a donateable twitch or whatever stream I would be SO IN FOR THAT Also Blue Sky would destroy my heart forever you glorious monsters

Yes, we will livestream! We’re working on raising money for a real mini donkey and for one of our favourite charities, so we’ll be soliciting donations. :) If anyone has specific requests, please be prepared to donate! We’re going to work really hard!

anonymous asked:

listen do not delete this ask alright, i desire to help you, so please consider it sir. i was reading Liber Nurgle and i consider it the best one of the LC bunch, it explores the contradictions, the reasoning of why Nurgle is both despair, fear and acceptance, how repulsive yet magnetic he is, etc. so PLEASE if you are making a Nurgle novel/story please consider the themes that Liber Nurgle explores because it is sort of a deep book. seeing Typhus preach about it would be awesome too, thought.

Don’t panic Anon, the Liber Chaotica is probably my favourite ever Games Workshop tome, and of the five books within it the Liber Nurgle is my favourite, so you may rest assured I’m aware of the Grandfather’s nuances. Shoutout to the Liber Tzeentch though, and Richter’s brilliantly-written slide into madness.

should also make it clear that I’m not actually writing a Nurgle novel/story, sadly.

hellsbellssinclub  asked:

What type of classes do you think Edie would take? What would be her favourite subjects and what would be her least favourite?

So this is how I think Jedi classes go:

Less strict than the usual system of classes so they have some freedom kind of like how we do in college. They have like a set curriculum that they need to pass, more like college and less like secondary education where they focus mostly on their strengths but also hone their weaknesses.

Edie takes mostly history and diplomacy and politics classes. She loves those. She loves to learn about planets and their people and their governments. She also love astronomy. It’s the one science she’s fairly good at. She’s not incredible, but she’s good and she enjoys it.

Her least favorite classes and the ones she takes the bare minimum of are mechanics, piloting, and mathematics. She struggles a lot in those. Obi-Wan does his best to help her, but they eventually have to get Anakin in on it and he does a pretty good job of helping her squeak by to pass. She’s, of course, great at remembering flying safety measures which makes Anakin want to die because she’s always yelling at him about stuff he’s not supposed to be doing. Obi-Wan is so proud.

hi guys

hope everyone is doing ok! I am going to be doing some questions, seeing what you guys like and what I should be trying out!

so what is your favourite make up brand?

Caesura (Noctis angst short)

Backstory: even though I don’t post it much here, flowery prose is my specialty, and my favourite. So when I was having trouble sleeping, I cranked out a little fic about Noct having nightmares. Debated about posting it, and here we are. Enjoy!


Noctis felt every single thread in the armchair press into his skin, slick with sweat. It itched. It itched terribly, and was the one connection he had to the waking world. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. His heavy eyelids drooped further and further with every deliberate breath, but he still fought against the tidal wave of sleep. He couldn’t bring himself to feel it again.

A faint, cool light drifting through the partition in the curtains told him that dawn had broken. After having woken up at one in the morning, he could tell that dawn was just breaking. In the horizon, if he was looking, he would have seen the distant sun peek through tall trees in tangerine rays. He wasn’t looking, though. Noctis simply let his knees rush up to his chest, cradling them like a swaddled child. His head was limp on his shoulders, but he was determined to keep awake. He knew it was in vain. The prince was hyperaware of the ever-so-slow passage of time, each minute lasting a lifetime.

He felt a familiar, shooting ache set in like a mask around his eyes. Tensing, he protested his sleep. He was raging against what came so naturally to him, which he would have found ironic if he wasn’t trying so hard not to cry. He thought that if it was coming, sleep would drift in and leave him time to accept it. What it did was hit him over the head with no mercy.


The voice was as soft as wire. A recognisable one, but in a tone so foreign and unsettling. It breathed down his neck in sinful whispers, hot and wet. He felt small pinpricks trailing down his spine, before noticing that he wasn’t able to see anything. He felt sharp pain everywhere at once, but it dulled so quickly that it seemed like it had never happened. He tried as hard as possible to lift his hands to his face, but they were heavy and limp by his sides.

The voice was louder still, and the wind was rushing outside. He heard every single smack of their lips, the sound of teeth scraping together, the sound of their tongue clicking as he shivered. He was feeling the sound as a tangible touch, and that was scaring him. Sensory overload, possibly. He didn’t know. All he knew was that a clear and pure voice was ringing out, and soft hands were pulling his own to the rough fabric around his eyes.

“I admire your bravery, but we all die someday. Please, stop venturing in search of me. For your sake.” Lunafraya whispered as she cupped his hands and pulled away the fabric. He gazed down to see them dripping with sickly sweet blood. The scent overpowered him. As he raised his eyes, blinking to adjust to the light, he couldn’t help but scream.

The pale skin of his beloved was slipping away from the bone, rotting. She was a disturbing caricature, a completely grotesque reimagining of a woman who led a life of purity and devotion. She pressed cold and waxy fingers to his lips, hushing him like a mother attempting to quell her child’s tantrum. Suddenly, her head twisted to the side, and he could see decaying flowers peeking out of the skin below the collar of her sullied white dress.

“They know we’re here. I have to go.” And she dashes off, leaving Noctis staring off behind her.


“Noct? Noct, are you alright?” He felt a hand slung around his shoulder as his eyes snapped open. He recognised the voice as that of Ignis, pressing a cold can into his hand. (Ebony. Of course.) Noct cracked it open and took a large gulp, almost gagging on it as it went down so quick.

“Mhm. Yep.” The black haired prince mumbled, shaking off the remnants of sleep from his head. He checked the clock in the corner of the room: quarter past seven. He hadn’t slept for very long.

“I heard you screaming. I had to wake you up.” Ignis grimaced as he felt a cold sweat on his hand. Noctis stared off into the distance, shaking slightly as an aftereffect.

“I’m-… I’ll go and get ready to set off.”

And Noctis stumbled off to the bathroom, tears forming in his eyes.

bookishgirl-love  asked:

Hi Yas! You watched Audrey's fb live thing, right? Did you hear when she said that her favourite reading so far was ep 18, and she said "the one with Oliver"? What do you think that can be about? Some kind of fallout from ep 17? I was so excited we were going to get rid of Oliver in 17...

Hmmm I hadn’t noticed that the first time I watched the FB live… it’s weird that she’d refer to 18 as the one with Oliver if 17 is the Oliver heavy one and 18 is the one with Weitz returning… you’d think it would be heavier on Weitz even if Oliver is in it. But yeah, maybe it’ll turn out Weitz and Oliver are connected somehow? Or they’re dealing with what they find out in 17 about Oliver?

I dunno… but what we do know so far about 18 sounds really exciting. Audrey says it’s her fave to read. Archie said it has her favorite scene. Weitz is returning and Jaimie said it blew her mind after realizing that they’d all filmed scenes different scenes that were seemingly not connected but then it all came together in a way that made sense… so I don’t know about you but that has me really excited!!

ETA: also doesn’t look like JPM is in the cast list for any episode beyond 17… so again, I don’t know what that means.