the great fallen empire

Just wanted to point out some banter with Varric and Solas

Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok?
Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves?
Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.
Varric: I can think of worse lives.
Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight?
Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice.
Solas: So it seems.

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Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?
Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean.
Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway?
Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire.
Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad.
Varric: Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.
Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.
Varric: Oh I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.
Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back?
Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.
Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?
Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right?
Solas: Yes.
Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.
Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever.
Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.
Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

The Man on the Island
Varric and Solas Party Banter
  • Solas: Do you ever miss life beneath the earth? The call of the Stone?
  • Varric: Nah. Whatever the Stone - capital S - is, it was gone by the time my parents had me.
  • Solas: But… do you miss it?
  • Varric: How could I miss what I never had?
  • Varric: But say I did have that sense, that connection to the Stone. What would it cost me?
  • Varric: Would I lose my friends up here? Would I stop telling stories?
  • Varric: I like who I am. If I want to hear songs, I’ll go to a tavern.
  • Solas: You are wiser than most.

(transcript of the the rest of the banter under the cut)

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Canon is shit, so have some AUs (Pt. 2)

The second part of my collection of Ian x Mickey AUs. Read them, love them, and give thanks to the fic writers for blessing us with these treasures.

Make it Alone, or Keep a Straight Face by tinydancer
Mickey’s a sarcastic, cynical piece of shit and he knows it. The last thing he wants to do is go out searching for his perfect match like so many with his little unique ability end up doing. Apparently, anything red and above 85 is considered soul mate material. Mickey had laughed out loud when he read that one. (soulmates AU)

My Stars by CallieB
Something’s gone wrong with the world, and the stars are going out. Mickey doesn’t know why, and frankly he doesn’t give a shit; his life has never felt more empty, more worthless. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s something missing - a life he was supposed to have led, someone he was meant to have met, voices in his head saying things that never happened… And then Lip freaking Gallagher is in front of him, telling him that it’s his fault the stars are disappearing. He was supposed to be with Lip’s little brother, but he did it wrong - and now he has to go back in time and change the past to the way it was meant to be.

Noisy Neighbours by brazenlyunabashedlyshamelessly
Twist on the ‘Could you please move your bed a little further from the wall, I’m trying to work’ AU.
“After going through one cup, and making it halfway through a second, Mickey decided that this was bullshit. He lived here, too; he paid his goddamn rent on time. There was no reason why he had to listen to his douche face neighbour fuck some chick so hard Mickey’s walls shook.”

Of Burgers and Briefcases by horror_business
Keep in mind that Ian doesn’t get flustered easily, he’s a lawyer for god sake he has to be confident and strong willed, but this guy gave him butterflies in his stomach immediately. Pale, dark hair, piercing artic blue eyes and scowl painted firmly across his face. He was intimidating and fucking gorgeous in all the right ways and Ian couldn’t fucking concentrate. What was he ordering? What the fuck is he doing with his hands? What do people do with their hands?! Is he staring? He’s staring.
Or the one where Mickey owns a food truck and Ian is a love struck idiot.

Pleasantly Caving by wehangout
“I don’t want them to know yet,“ you tell him. "I want … I want this, you and me, to stay ours for a while longer.” (domestic fluffy AU)

Ransom by BeckyHarvey29
Frank Gallagher owes Terry Milkovich a shit ton of money. Terry sends his sons to kidnap Frank’s son for ransom.
Mickey meets Ian and nothing goes according to plan.

Restoration by pink_ink
Old house, new love. Construction workers Ian and Mickey meet on a home restoration job.

Saltimbocca Saturday’s by horror_business
Bella Sorna was a new up and coming Italian restaurant in the North Side of Chicago. They had been in business for two years now and their notoriety kept going up and up. Ian has been a server for three months and he enjoys it, mostly. One thing he doesn’t enjoy about working here was the irritable executive chef, Mickey Milkovich, who always seems to fuck up Ian’s dishes.

Shine by Loftec
You’ve been dead for a good long while, that’s for sure. You don’t remember how or when, but you can’t even move without being reminded that, even without the specifics, dead is undoubtedly what you are.
The first time you save someone, it’s by accident.

Slick back My Hair (You know the Devil’s in There) by wehangout
Hit-men AU where Ian and Mickey make a great team and are maybe totally a little bit hot for each other. After Ian gets shot Mickey is forced to confront his feelings for his partner in crime, and deal with the fact that someone out there is trying to kill Ian, the one person he’ll do anything to protect.

South Side’s Bonnie & Clyde by badtothebinding
An Ian/Mickey Bonnie & Clyde AU fic inspired by their honey trap in episode 4x09.
Ian and Mickey have been terrorizing the North Side, luring creepy douche bags into back alleys and helping themselves to their cash. But how long can they keep it up before running into trouble?

tell me we weren’t just friends by daggertattoos
prompt fill: dude we’re bros and stuff but honestly i don’t think i can look at you changing in the locker rooms anymore man i don’t want to be your bro no more (high school AU)

Test Run by the_rat_wins
The daughter of the Atraxen system’s richest glitterstim merchant has been kidnapped. The Jedi Council’s newest knight has taken it upon himself to rescue her, unaware that a dangerous bounty hunter is already on her trail.
(Star Wars AU; Ian is a new Jedi struggling to find mental and emotional balance through the Force, and bounty hunter Mickey just wants to finish the job and collect his reward. Until he doesn’t.)

The Hills; 1914 by inanatticinnovember
Mikhail, a lonely Ukrainian fisherman come to Northern Ireland, is in love with the sea. If he’s going to be honest, it’s probably the only thing he thinks he’ll ever really love. And then he comes across a day dreamy wistful Irish farm boy named Ian who won’t shut up and won’t stop moving and Mikhail finds himself carelessly running after him, unable to slow down, unable to stop falling for his eyes like green hills. And maybe he gets a little too caught up. But for a summer, everything is fine and nothing hurts.

The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher by Shamelessquestions
"It’s fuck all about heat or chemistry or any such shit, Gallagher. You and me… it’s just a thing that cannot happen. The sooner we both accept that, the better off we’ll be.” (mobster AU)

The Sum of All Its Factors by missmichellebelle
“Can someone use surly in a sentence?”
“Is it true that you’re dating the surly Mr. Milkovich?”
Well, at least she used the vocab word, Ian can’t help but think. (high school teacher AU)

The Wedding Planner by BeckyHarvey29
Wherein Ian is getting married, and Mickey pretends to be a wedding planner.

To Let Go by anomalously
Being Rabid meant you were weak. It got you caught, got you killed because you couldn’t control yourself. You had to surrender to gain control, part of the give and take nature of the beast. For Mickey, it was one serious bitch to try to conquer… his body just wouldn’t give in. (werewolf!Mickey/Milkoviches; witch!Ian/Gallaghers)

Touched by Avalonia
Ian Gallagher is just another drone in a call center full of them, with nothing to his name but a slow computer that hates his guts, a head full of voices that may or may not be real, and an unshakable reputation as a headcase. Funny how Mickey Milkovich, the grumpy guy from IT, doesn’t seem to care about any of that.
An (a)typical office romance with a bit of a twist.

Trust me by Loftec
Mr Milkovich is a certified weirdo, but he also happens to be a certified accountant and not half bad at his job, considering his relatively low rates. So Ian guesses he can live with the weird midnight meetings and the abrasive correspondence. The good looks is a considerable bonus.
And the pointy teeth turn out to be less of a problem than one would imagine.

Two Can’t Keep a Secret by BeckyHarvey29
Ian and Mickey are secretly fooling around. Mandy wants to set Mickey up with someone. Ian doesn’t like that. (secret lovers AU)

Under Hill, Under Sky by the_rat_wins
Exiled from his father’s court of goblins and monsters, Mickey lives alone in the woods, until he stumbles upon Ian, an injured knight belonging to the Seelie Court (the bright immortals who are his father’s worst enemies).

With Rough, Unsteady Lines by missmichellebelle
Mickey draws skulls, and dragons, and one time he drew a pretty sweet gun, but it’s just something he does because he’s bored. It’s not like he enjoys it, or whatever. (artist!Mickey AU)

Wrap Me Up In a Bolt of Lightning by enc0432
World War II AU where Ian and Mickey meet at Camp Taccoma, training to be paratroopers. I’m borrowing pretty heavily from Band of Brothers which is why the boys are in Easy Company. I could not get the idea out of my head of Mickey being a combat medic.

You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast by anythingbutgrief
They used to have magic. Their family did, anyway, long ago, way before their mother and her family had come to this country, before the Yugoslav wars, before the state had existed to begin with. It was stronger before the Empire had fallen, before the first war, his great-grandmother used to murmur when he was little, rubbing her paper-dry hands together like she could conjure her lost magic back through the heat of friction, her wrinkled face bunched into a permanent scowl. Mickey was tiny then, couldn’t have been older than four or five, but he remembered wondering even then why Terry only glared at her from across the room instead of screaming at her to shut the fuck up, like he would have done if it had been Mickey’s mom doing the talking. (soulmates AU)

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Different depictions of the birth of Napoleon II, King of Rome, on March 20, 1811. The labor was difficult, with the child awkwardkly placed (hip first), so at one point the accocheur Dubois had to ask Napoleon to choose between the baby and the empress. Napoleon’s response was: Save the mother, it’s her right. Fortunately enough for both mother and child all ended well: the forceps were used and the baby was safely delivered.

Napoleon, who was too impressed by his wife’s suffering and had took refuge in the adjoning dressing room (he later said to Hortense I cannot feel entirely happy. The poor woman has suffered so much!), came in, casting only a cursory glance at the newborn child lying on the carpet (Castelot). He then gave all his attention to Marie-Louise, clasping her in his arms. Napoleon, like practically everyone in the room, believed the child dead. Only after seven minutes the baby uttered its first cry. Turning round, the Emperor exclaimed My son! and, taking the baby, gave it to Marie-Louise. The child received the names of Napoleon (after his father) François (in honor of his maternal grandfather) Joseph (after his uncle and godfather Joseph Bonaparte) and Charles (in remembrance of his paternal grandfather). Years later, when he was already a virtual prisoner in the Austrian Court, his first name was dropped (to his great annoyance) and his titles erased. The same was tried with his memories of his father, unsuccessfully. Napoleon II, born King of Rome and proclaimed Emperor of the French by the Senate, would be known as Franz, Duke of Reichstadt, the Archduchess’ son, as if he were a bastard. But that’s another story…

Hundred and one guns were fired to announce the birth of Napoleon’s son. “We’ve got a strapping boy!”, Napoleon joyously announced to his valet, Constant. “Kept us waiting too, the little devil!”.In Paris, the enthusiasm was indescribable. If one believes Marie-Louise’s family, the same happened in Austria. You should have seen the joy and gladness of the people of Vienna, wrote the Archduke Charles to his niece. And Countess Lazansky, her former governess, wrote to Marie-Louise: I can imagine the jubilation the event will have caused in Paris form the general delight which was felt here; the news spread rapidly throughout the city, and I can say with assurance that everyone, great or small, was delighted. Years later, when the Empire has fallen, there were talks of an unknown and prophetic lady of the Viennesse court who murmured: Bah! In a few years we shall probably be educating the little King of Rome here out of charity!

anonymous asked:

Dettkaff is so emotional. He seems to dwell on everything that happens to him or around him. Like he's super emotionally deep. I'll bet he lays awake and his mind races all the time.

Oh yes, anon, Dettlaff is very emotional and he does tend to dwell on the past. But not always harshly. He has been alive for quite a long time and has experienced a lot. Those memories will never leave him. Memories of friends who have come and gone, of cultures created and lost, and of great cities or empires have risen and fallen. And whether or not Dettlaff has been personally involved he takes everything he sees and experiences, great and small, as a lesson. A lesson at both bettering his understanding of man, as well as himself or rather who he is/will be in their world. 

And It leaves him a LOT to think about in his silent moments.

Aya's Gallavich Fic Rec Starter Kit

The pairing is Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich (also known as Gallavich) from the tv show Shameless. This was written because I am in love with this pairing and I just adore it with an unholy passion. So, enjoy, because all these fics are downright amazing and just so, so good. Written as a companion fic rec starter kit to my 00QJohnlock, MerthurJercy, Percico+Jaisco, SpiderflashSpirk, FrostIron  and Larry Stylinson ones. All fics are below the cut. Enjoy!

EDIT: This rec list has been updated on 03/06/2014

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Solas and Varric about Dwarven shit

(One of my very favorites)

Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok?

Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves?

Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars.

Varric: I can think of worse lives.

Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight?

Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice.

Solas: So it seems.

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Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?

Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean.

Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway?

Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire.

Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad.

Varric: Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.

Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.

Varric: Oh I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.

Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back?

Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.

Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?

Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right?

Solas: Yes.

Varric:
But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.

That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever.
The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.

Solas:
Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

Ian/Mickey Fanfic Recs [Part 81][GIF Guide][Includes Mature]

Previous parts 

Lending Pencils Ian is just trying to survive his first University math class, Mickey sits behind him and can never remember a pencil.

We Go Cruising, Entertain Ourselves - Ian Gallagher is one of six grandchildren to inherit the Gallagher Hotel chain.Mickey Milkovich reluctantly becomes his private driver.

You Are All I Ever Longed For - Private Ian Gallagher is wanted by the US Army for going AWOL. Mickey Milkovich, a private investigator, is hired to find him.

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We know the FBI and the CIA are the pigs that wright confusion into our community. I’ve worked with all sorts of statistics and research from our party against the FBI and the CIA. Let me give you an example. When the Soviet Union was betrayed by this scum Gorbachev, Bush made the great announcement, “the evil empire has fallen. We have a lot of CIA agents who’ve been there. Now we’re going to take them and put them in the ghettos.” He said it, we have the article. He even said “most of them will be sent to the ghetto in Los Angeles.” If you would look at Los Angeles, these pigs created some havoc there. Pumping drugs and guns into the hands and developing gangs like the Crypts and the Bloods. But when the rebellion came, it was the same Crypts and the same Bloods who received guns from the police to shoot their people who shot the police. The same ones.

The CIA, I laugh at them. I remember when the news was made I was talking to a sister; she said, “oh, we in real trouble now.” “Watchu mean?” “Did you hear what they said? They sent the CIA everywhere! They coming for you!” I said, “oh, I ain’t worried about them. I ain’t thinking about them.” I said they had all the sophisticated machines they had in Vietnam, and when the Vietnamese overran them they were running for the helicopters. When you face an enemy, you must demystify the enemy.

—  Kwame Ture (Formerly known as Stokely Carmichael)
  • Varric: What is it with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery, or is the hole in the sky getting to you?
  • Solas: I've no idea what you mean.
  • Varric: All the "fallen empire" crap you go on about. What's so great about empires anyway?
  • Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar is too proud to ask for help. So what? We're not Orzammar, and we're not our empire.
  • Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it's not that bad.
  • Varric: Life goes on. It's just different than it used to be.
  • Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.
  • Varric: I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.
  • Varric: What's with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?
  • Solas: I've no idea what you mean.
  • Varric: All the "fallen empire" crap you go on about. What's so great about empires anyway?
  • Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar's too proud to ask for help. So what? We're not Orzammar and we're not our empire.
  • Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it's not that bad.
  • Varric: Life goes on. It's just different than it used to be.
  • Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.
  • Varric: Oh I know what it didn't cost me. I'm still here, even after all those thaigs fell.
  • Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could've been, never fighting back?
  • Varric: Ha, you've got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.
  • Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?
  • Varric: In that story of yours--the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone--you thought he gave up right?
  • Solas: Yes.
  • Varric: But we went on living. he lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone.
  • Varric: That's the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you've got, it takes--and it's gone forever.
  • Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That's as close to beating the world as anyone gets.
  • Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.

Varric: What is it with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you?
Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean.
Varric: All the fallen empire stuff you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway? So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar is too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire. There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad. Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be.
Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you.
Varric: Oh, I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell.
Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back.
Varric: You’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back.
Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight?
Varric: In that story of yours–the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone. You thought he gave up, right?
Solas: Yes.
Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes–and it’s gone forever. The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets.
Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.