Ahh, i'm so happy for mutsuki.. Do you like the recent chapter? If it's YES, then I'll looking forward for your mutsurie art ;)
I have been waiting for this moment for a while now, I’m so glad they decided to let Mutsuki take this step. He is obviously not completely okay yet, is going to take time, but at least he wasn’t killed there, that was my main concern tbh asdhgjsh.
Finished pending commiss so I’m planning to draw today :3c
Interestingly it seems that Simon Jones has not been able to stop the BBC from pushing this positive story about Louis.
Hi, friend! Indeed - I’m very intrigued by the UK press at the moment. The positive articles are amazing, and I’m so happy that he’s finally getting good press there. Considering SJ’s history, I 1000% do not believe that he has anything to do with all the positive articles - as you said, I’d assume he usually prevents them from getting published in the first place. The shitty DM article/comments, though, has his fingerprints alllll over it. We’ll have to wait and see how this all pans out!
“you know, sometimes i do find myself wishing i could stay”, she said after a few moments, her gaze still fixed on the beautiful, beautiful sight in front of her. earth sunsets had always been her favourtie. “it’s so quiet here. calm, peaceful, if you will - aside from the kidnapping-part, of course. but i can’t do it.” river sighed, “stay, i mean. there’s…so much to do, so much to see, so many people to meet. so much..all out there, waiting to be explored.” she shook her head softly, and let out a little huff. “after all, i’ve always been quite fond of running.”
meet me in the hallway:
wandering the streets at two am on a thursday morning. rain hitting against the windows. half remembered dreams. laying in bed with your headphones on.
sign of the times:
the last warm day of the year. too hot coffee. sitting outside of a party listening to the muffled music playing coming through the door.
the hottest day of the year. dive bars. the feeling of being in the middle of a crowd at a concert with everyone singing along. a cold beer.
growing up. sitting on the roof of your house and crying. pretending to not notice an ex when you walk by them on the street. missing someone.
driving with the windows down on the first day of summer. seeing your loved ones for the first time in a long time. iced tea. petting your dog.
the build up right before you kiss someone you're into. walking down a city street. that sweet spot when you're drinking and you feel like you can fly.
heartbeat going a little too fast. being on a roller coaster right before the drop. going to a twenty-four hour diner with your friends and laughing too loud.
ever since new york:
watching the sunset. saying goodbye. the moment in between being asleep and being wide awake after a good night's sleep. sitting in your friend's backyard staring at the stars.
from the dining table:
sitting on the floor with your knees against your chest. staring at your cell phone and waiting for a text. the day you realize all the holiday lights have been taken down. realizing that this chapter in your life is over.
(Keith and Lance are on their first date at a restaurant)
Keith: I hate cheesy things, they make me sick to my stomach.
Lance, desperately trying to cover his heartbreak as he subtly types out a text to Hunk and Pidge from under the table telling them to cancel the incredibly cheesy gesture he had planned for after their date: (voice cracking) Oh.. really? I didn’t, um, know that about you.
Keith: (shrugs) I try not to be too open about it. Shiro says it kind of ruins the mood whenever I bring it up.
Lance: (having a crisis) Yeah, uh huh. I totally get that. Yeah.
Keith: … Are you okay?
Lance: Who, me? I’m fine! Never been better! (all the moments where he picked up Keith in a suit and gave him flowers and held the door/chair for him in the restaurant flash before his eyes) Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh nooooooooo.
Lance: Keith, buddy, light of my life- Wait, shit! You literally just said- Keith, I’m so sorry. I had no idea but I- I should’ve asked if you were alright with all the romcom stuff before I did it. I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or, or that you were being pressured. I just, I really like you, and I wanted to do everything right, but instead I- (he jumps when Keith’s hand touches his own) Uh,
Keith:Lance, calm down. What are you talking about?
Lance: You said you hate cheesy things!! And-
Keith: Yeah, because I’m lactose intolerant.
Lance: -I’m a cheese master! I’ve been grinding cheese all evening!! I’ve been inhaling that shit, sprinkling it, we’re literally neck deep in- Wait. What?
Keith: Lance. I was talking about my lactose intolerance. I- (he unsuccessfully tries to pass his laugh off as a cough even as he tightens his grip on Lance’s hand) I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you! It’s just, you’re getting all worked up, and- It’s sweet that you care so much, thank you, but I was talking about- (he starts laughing again)
Lance: You’re talking about your lactose intolerance??? You said, you said cheesy things- (he wheezes) Oh my god, cheese makes you sick to your stomach, you weren’t trying to give me a hint, you were talking about shitting-
Keith: I wasn’t-! I never said that, I said it hurts my stomach! That’s so gross Lance, don’t say that when we’re in public!
Lance: (still laughing) Okay, okay, sorry. I’ll keep it PG.
Keith: That’s all I ask. And, um. About what you were talking about. I don’t… usually like big romantic gestures, or pda.
Lance: … Oh. Well, that’s okay! We can-
Keith: (staring intently at a scuff on the table) But. I’ve found that I don’t mind it when it’s, um. (he stares harder at the table) When it’s. (his ears are starting to turn pink) Whenit’scomingfromyou.
Lance: (subtly sniffles before smiling) We’ll make a romantic of you yet, Kogane.
Some more boards from Tangled: Before Ever After! :)
The very first board is special to me because it’s a drawing I did on my first day that made it all the way to the finished product! After watching Chris and Shane’s series pitch I went back to my desk and just had to get that moment between Rapunzel and her father out. The relationship between them is so complex and emotional and I was honored to board that sequence! And honored to have a drawing I did on my free time before any real work had been assigned make it all the way through the pipeline!!
I hope you all enjoyed the movie! As exciting as it was waiting for the world to see THIS…I’m even MORE excited about what’s yet to come.
prompt: “i had a nightmare about you and i just wanted to make sure you’re okay” + “hey, i’m with you, okay? always” + “do you want me to leave?” + “i think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified” + “i shouldn’t be in love with you” + “kiss me”
pairing: tony x reader
word count: 2.6k+
warnings: nightmares, 2am confessions of love, purest form of fluff
a/n: i wanna give tony all the love he deserves he’s the purest soul in this world and he needs to be reminded how wonderful he is every hour of the day x
SPOILER: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN
It was just past 2am when Y/N’s eyes shot open, her heart going 120 miles per second in her chest. Her fingers were gripping the bed sheets firmly and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She was never one to suffer from nightmares but the dream she had just violently woken up from could surely be on the top ten list of the worst ones she ever had.
She slowly relaxed, staring up at the ceiling, still breathing heavily.
It was okay. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real.
But as she continued to look at the vast expanse of space above her head, barely being able to make out the shape of the chandelier in the pitch black room, she realised that the feeling of dread simply wouldn’t go away and allow her to go back to sleep.
Something felt horribly wrong. It was like that feeling you get right before you get your results after a test you didn’t study for. Except multiplied by twenty.
She reached under her pillow and searched for her phone, squinting at the screen as she attempted to read the time. She knew everyone in the compound was asleep but the idea of staring at the ceiling until morning, feeling this awful sense of doom, wasn’t a good idea.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” She whispered, too quiet for any person to hear.
“Yes, Ms Y/L/N?” The voice sounded through the room and as strange as it was, Y/N was glad this computer system was watching over her and would inform someone if she was in trouble.
“Do you happen to know what Tony is doing?”
“Mr Stark is currently sleeping in his bedroom. Would you like me to wake him up?”
Y/N shook her head. “No, thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
“You are more than welcome.”
Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pushed the covers off and sat up. She looked around her room; there was a soft beam of light coming in through the curtains that relaxed her a little but she just felt so damn alone in her room after that nightmare.
She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom where she splashed some water on her face and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment.
The horrid feeling just wouldn’t leave her chest. It was as if the world was closing in on her and she couldn’t do anything about it until she knew he was safe.
F.R.I.D.A.Y had told her he was. He was asleep in his room. But computers could crash and even Tony’s tech could break down every once in a while. Knowing this, Y/N also knew she wouldn’t fall back asleep until she saw he was really okay.
So she dried her face with a soft towel and shut the lights out in her bathroom before exiting her room and beginning her descent towards Tony’s quarters.
The walk was long and Y/N’s bare feet were cold as they padded across the white tiles of the hallways. She liked living in the compound but walking through it alone at night felt like wandering the halls of a hospital when everyone else was sleeping. The walls were white, the floors were white, and there were elements of steel and glass everywhere.
It wasn’t surprising; the building acted as a headquarters for one of the biggest businesses in the world and only a small fraction of it consisted of living spaces. It seemed, however, that her bedroom was miles away from where Tony’s quarters were located. She had to take a long hallway, then a set of stairs, then another hallway, and climb another two floors before she reached it. By the time she was standing face to face with his door, the feeling of dread in her chest had grown by a thousand.
She knocked softly and when she didn’t receive a response, she pressed down the handle and gently pushed open the door. Because of how new the building was, the door did not creak and Y/N was beyond thankful. She pushed it open just enough to squeeze her head through and see if Tony was around. Realising he wasn’t, she pushed the door open wider and stepped inside.
The living area of his apartment was lit up by moonlight which seeped in through the giant windows. As F.R.I.D.A.Y. had told her, Tony wasn’t on the sofa, or in the kitchen, and the door leading down to his lab was closed, meaning he wasn’t in there, either. The only place left was his bedroom.
Y/N shut the door behind her quietly and tiptoed towards where she knew his room was located, almost walking into the corner of the glass coffee table.
When she finally reached his room, she noticed the door was ajar, and just like before she stuck her head inside. She scanned the room, quickly realising that from where she was standing she could not see Tony’s bed. So she lightly pushed the door open and to her horror, the hinges creaked as if they were fifty years old. Y/N cursed under her breath because a second later Tony’s concerned voice rang through the room.
Y/N inhaled sharply and emerged from behind the half closed door. Tony was now sitting up in his bed, the white covers bunched around his waist and his face displaying mild apprehension. Next to his bed stood one of his suits, eyes glowing, left hand outstetched, ready to fire.
“It’s just me,” Y/N murmured, seeing Tony visibly relax. He expelled a breath.
“Power down.” The suit dropped its arm, took a few steps back to stand in the corner and its eyes stopped glowing like two burning torches.
Y/N remained standing where she was, her fingers shyly curling around the hem of her pyjama shorts. She casually studied Tony’s face to make sure he was okay.
“Why are you here at…” he glanced towards the clock on his bedside table. “2am?”
Y/N hesitated, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. She could feel the softness of Tony’s white furry rug between her toes, the pleasant heat of the electric fire place burning in the corner of the room, and the innocent curiosity of his eyes as he waited for her to answer.
On top of it all, she could also feel her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
“I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
He remained quiet for a moment but his expression softened as he studied her from across the room. She looked spooked and Tony wanted to ask her what the nightmare was about, but he figured this wasn’t the right moment. She already seemed uncomfortable after having been caught checking up on him.
“Are you okay?” She asked quietly and Tony nodded softly in response.
“Yeah, and are you?”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. And in an instant she was rushing across the room, climbing onto his bed and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“What’s wrong? What did you dream about?” He asked quietly, recovering from the shock and slowly beginning to stroke her hair. She moved to sit on his lap, her face buried in the crook of his neck, feeling so much more relaxed now that she could feel the warmth of his skin, hear his quiet breathing, his hands wrapped tightly around her. Y/N never wanted to let him go, afraid that if she did, he’d vanish like he did in her nightmare.
“It’s okay. I’m right here,” Tony assured her, honestly kind of confused by why a nightmare about something happening to him would affect her so much. They were friends, sure, but he was also friends with the rest of the team and not a single one of his other co-workers had rushed into his room at 2am because they were scared for his safety. Something felt different about this situation, and as he continued to hold her, feeling her grip him so tightly he’d find it painful if the situation was any different, Tony began to wonder why she was so shaken.
She remained sitting in his lap for minutes, and when she hiccuped quietly Tony realised she had been crying. He tightened his grip on her, threw his bed covers over her shoulders and pulled her down to lie down with him.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologised suddenly, sniffing a little and feeling so damn silly. But Tony wasn’t laughing at her, and he wasn’t teasing her for being an idiot. He just held her tight, let her lie down with her head on his chest and continued to stroke her hair as she attemtped to calm down.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s going to be okay.” He kissed her forehead and in response Y/N released a shaky breath and closed her eyes. It was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened to him.
“It just seemed really real. I got scared that something might’ve happened to you,” she muttered into his chest, and Tony could feel her fist the fabric of his t-shirt. He kissed her head again.
“I’m alright. Nothing has happened so you don’t need to be scared,” he assured her softly, and when Y/N sniffed, Tony placed his hand over her own. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
She nodded softly, squeezing her eyes shut so that her remaining tears fell on her cheeks and then she promised herself she was fine. It was just a bad dream.
“Do you want me to leave?” She questioned, her voice barely audible but Tony was so close he heard every syllable clearly. Y/N silently hoped he’d let her stay; she didn’t want to go back to her room and sit in the daunting silence. She felt too at peace right where she was.
“Do you want to go?” He asked instead of answering her previous question and when she shook her head, Tony’s lips curved up into a soft little smile and he pulled her even closer to him. “Stay then. You’re more than welcome to.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, and he kissed her head one last time before feeling her relax in his arms. Tony took this as his moment to go back to sleep so he shut his eyes and savoured the feeling of her arm draped over his stomach, her head on his chest, her legs tangled with his. She was breathing softly, the sound lulling Tony to sleep and soon he could feel himself beginning to drift off.
The sound of her voice pulled him back to reality.
She remained silent for a moment. Y/N bit her lip and for a moment, she wished she hadn’t called his name. But she did, and now Tony was waiting for her to say something. And other than the one sentence which had been flashing in her mind like a bright neon sign for the past month, she didn’t really have anything else to say.
“I know it’s silly but…” She paused, inhaling sharply and Tony stroked her arm, scared she might cry again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
He didn’t respond immediately and a moment of strangely peaceful silence lingered in the air. It felt good to have it off her chest and surprisingly, Y/N didn’t fear getting rejected because even if he didn’t feel the same, they’d still be friends; and that was more than enough for her. Just knowing he was happy and safe was enough for her.
The sheets rustled as Tony moved under her. For a moment she thought he was going to remove himself from the bed, but instead, he rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her, and pushing Y/N to lie on her back instead. He looked down at her and instead of lying motionless and waiting for his response as any other person would after confessing their feelings, Y/N reached up and cupped his face in her hand.
Tony’s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into her touch. He smiled softly, and when Y/N noticed, she smiled, too. They didn’t move for several seconds, but then Tony opened his eyes, removed her palm from his face and brought the back of her hand to his lips instead.
He pressed a long kiss to the soft flesh, looking at her face while his mouth was still against her skin.
“Why are you terrified?” He asked then, his voice quiet, laced with curiosity.
“Because,” she whispered back. “I shouldn’t be in love with you. But I am, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Tony smiled at her words, turning her hand and then kissing the inside of her wrist. With each kiss he moved his lips lower, leaving at least fifteen kisses on the inside of her arm alone.
“There is one thing you can do,” he told her, and when Y/N quirked a brow, the corner of his mouth curled up. “Kiss me.”
And just like that, Y/N was reaching out to cup his face again, using what little strength she could find at 2am to pull him closer. Tony held himself above her by placing his hand on the mattress next to her shoulder and leaning down to finally capture her lips with his own.
She held his face above her, lifting her head from the pillows to bring herself closer to him, and when their mouths met, she felt all her worries evaporating into the air. Tony’s lips were soft and his breath warm on her face.
They kissed softly, their mouths meeting time after time, and soon Tony was humming quietly at the feeling of her fingers running through his hair. He reached under the covers, carefully tracing her side and cupping the back of her thigh, slowly lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist.
He wanted to feel her closer and as the tips of his fingers lightly skimmed her skin, Y/N hoped that he would never retreat.
But like most things in life, the kissing had to end sooner or later, and when both of them found themselves struggling for air, their lips parted and Tony pressed his forehead to her own. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and when Tony looked down, he noticed the shadow that her lashes had cast over the tops of her cheeks.
The room was quiet for a while with the exception of the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the logs in the fire in the corner of the room. Tony shifted his weight to one arm, still hovering above her and when she opened her eyes, he tucked a stand of hair behind her ear.
She smiled at the gesture, but then Tony leaned down and kissed her again, and her smile grew wider.
“If you’re terrified of loving me, then we can be terrified together because holding something as precious as your heart is a thousand times more difficult than any fight I’ve ever fought,” he told her solemnly, and she watched him in awe, letting a quiet giggle escape her when he kissed the tip of her nose.
“I love you, too,” he added quietly, and when she smiled, he returned to his previous position and pulled her in closer. Her head fell to rest on his chest again and this time, when they closed their eyes and began to feel themselves drift off, there was nothing at the back of their minds trying to overshadow the complete contentment they both felt.
Ever since Sherlock series 4 came out, collectively we were like “what the HELL is this?!?! This doesn’t make any sense!” BUT after many months of tossing ideas around the fandom, we have made theories that could explain the weirdness, but nothing we can all agree on. Now, this meta here may be absolute garbage to you, but I believe, in my heart of hearts, I’ve solved it. Please read it in its entirety with an open mind before you reblog it just to tell me I suck.
Thanks in advance, you da best
Here’s the short version: Sherlock actually jumped at the end of The Reichenbach Fall, just as Doyle intended him to die. Gatiss and Moffat said they are correcting something in this adaptation that no one else has gotten right before. Many of us assumed the homosexual romance was the one thing they were changing, but we were punched in the face right after The Final Problem came out. Gatiss and Moffat are changing the sacrifice. Holmes was intended to die for his friends but Doyle needed more money and rewrote the series after “The Final Problem”. That turned Holmes’ sacrifice into a cruel joke against Watson. This is what BBC Sherlock is fixing, and we’re about to see it come to fruition.
I know many theorists despise the homosexual reading of Holmes and Watson, while many people in general despise theorists on this site. That’s fine, I don’t care how people feel about gay theories and/or TJLC and its followers. But I’m here to tell you TJLC, at its core as a concept, was right. You may hate Moffat and Gatiss, you may think Sherlock is a piece of shit show, and that’s fine, you do you. But hear this one meta out, please. I think even the hardest skeptic can at least apprectiate the thought and logic behind this.
I really hope you read this. I’m writing this now since it’s still fresh in my head at the moment. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes, btw.
I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I had the best (Thurs)day and evening ever with you, Wiishu, Dan and Arin. I waited with my sister for you at the airport. It took a while but there you were with Wiishu. You were surprised but delighted at the same time. I wanted to say so many things and all I could say was: You must be tired, and rambled on about how long your flight must have been and what not. Everything except for the things I actually wanted to say.
That’s ok. I still had Friday evening and the Q&A. The moment was there. We all could ask questions and I had one at the ready, but every moment Vernon came near I started to feel more and more nervous and my social anxiety kicked in hard. At that moment I asked my sister if she wanted to ask my question. Well… you may remember she didn’t ask a question but said how much you meant and still mean to me. Last year was…rough. You and Mark helped me to stay positive and not lose hope in humanity. You both keep me smiling. 4 Video’s a day I had to look forward too (2 from you, 2 from Mark). This year was finally a year where everything is falling in to place in my life and I sort of know what I want eventually. I’m working hard on it. I’m having such a good time at the moment that I have trouble to find time to watch your videos!
Even now I still don’t know how to put my feelings in to the right words. The trouble I’m now facing is that I get emotional every time someone says it’s ok, “give yourself some credit too” and other uplifting words. I’ve always heard that it’s gonna be hard for me, what I want to do. I shouldn’t be doing this and that. Not by my parents and siblings, though. All the love for them. But it’s really demotivating to pick anything up when other’s don’t see the hard work you put in things and doubt you as a person.
Anyway, my sister caught me of guard with her speech. My anxiety was already on a high level and her putting me in the spotlight broke me down. I’m definitely not mad at her. She said the things I couldn’t say and I’m glad she did. I still feel like I want to say more, but I just simply can’t find the words. I just really hope you read this letter and hopefully I’ll see you again. May it be at VidCon Europe (*wink wink*) or at your EU tour of your own show.
Do you think Bruce ever just forgets how many children he has? Like, okay, he has the six children he’s adopted, five sons and a daughter, but then there’s Terry, and the two Helenas, and is Barbara his daugher-in-law, he distinctly remembers going to the wedding but it may have been wiped from history for all he knows, how the fuck does Stephanie fit into it, which one of his sons is Starfire with at the moment, and then there’s Selina’s adopted kids–Holly and Karon–and she keeps calling the cats her children, like that isn’t confusing, and just WAIT FUCK HE FORGOT ABOUT HARPER
Point is, everyone thinks he only takes 3-hour sleeps because he needs the time to be both Bruce Wayne and Batman. Truth is, he needs all that extra time to keep track of all of his children.
WHAT’S UP I’M NOT DEAD sorry I haven’t updated this comic in so long, it’s been a combination of being too damn busy and not actually having anything to say. I have a few WIP comics to finish off at some point but I’m so booked up with commissions at the moment that they may have to wait a while. If you want to see what other stuff I’m up to I’m way more active on my main artblog @jammyscribbler!
feel free to reblog this but please don’t repost the image anywhere else without permission!
Request: Can you write something like Steve overheard reader and Bucky having sex cause reader is too loud and he doesn’t know who was with Bucky? Reader is an avenger and in a secret relationship with Bucky?
Summary: You haven’t calibrated how loud Bucky can make you moan, and it’s about to backfire.
Word Count: 1888
Warnings: fluffy smut, NSFW gif, sam’s a little shit (bucky’s a little shit, everyone’s a little shit), swearing, embarassment, suggestive comments
A/N: hope you like this nonnie! (also the title is shit but whatever i couldn’t think of anything)
Blinking your eyes
open, you’re met with the sight of a sleeping Bucky. His mouth is slightly
ajar, softly snoring with his face pressed into the pillow. His breath slightly
fans your face, and you can’t help the wide grin your lips sport.
Bucky’s right arm
is draped over your naked waist, holding you close to his body protectively.
Your legs entangle, a large, white sheet draped over both of your bare torsos.
Bringing your lips
to his collarbone, you begin peppering kisses along his neck and jawline. Your
left hand tenderly cups the side of his head, and you use your thumb to tuck a
loose strand of hair behind his ear.
If you kill Leliana in Origins, does she still appear in inquisition? My friend just introduced me to Dragon Age and I was reading a walkthrough for the Urn of Sacred Ashes and I found out you could kill her. I don't want to but I'm just curious if you kill her what happens in inquisition
Spoilers inbound, for obvious reasons.
While I’ve never played a world state in which I’ve killed Leliana, I have to say that it’s turned into one of the more intriguing mysteries of the DA canon… because killing her does not stop her from appearing in DA2 and Inquisition.
In this scenario, Leliana’s next appearance is in Kirkwall. When Hawke meets her, they comment on the fact that they’d heard she was dead. Her response: “The Maker knew it was not my time. There is more for me to do in this world.” They don’t really elaborate further. Most people brushed it off as a simple retcon.
In Inquisition, when she’s in Haven praying for understanding and bitterly angry with the Maker for allowing the Conclave to happen, she explains a little more:
Leliana: Once, I was sure I died. I did die. Who else but the Maker could’ve resurrected me? But if he didn’t save me to help the Divine, then why? Why am I still alive? Herald: Wait, you died? Leliana: It was right there at the temple by the Urn of Sacred Ashes. We found the Urn, proved the legends were true. But the Hero of Ferelden corrupted them, and all I wanted at that moment was vengeance. It was a fight I couldn’t win, but I didn’t care. And the “hero” struck me down. I awoke later in agony. The ashes were gone. I can’t explain how I survived. Herald: You can’t have been raised from the dead. That’s… absolutely… just… no. Leliana: Believe what you want. I’m still here.
Then, at the final epilogue at the very end of Trespasser, we learn what has to be the strangest piece in the Dead Leliana puzzle:
Eventually, Leliana became distant and contemplative, often secluding herself in the rookery with none but her ravens for company. One morning, the residents of Skyhold awoke to a great beating of wings and a vast cloud of ravens blotting out the sky above the fortress. Those who investigated found both the rookery and Leliana’s chambers vacant, with only a single message as explanation: “The lyrium sang thought into being. Now time is stale, and the melody is called elsewhere. Until I am needed. I am free.”
We don’t have a lot of information to really illustrate what this means - so far, this is the first concrete example we’ve seen of magical resurrection of this sort in the series. The lyrium “song” she references is present elsewhere in the canon - both Justice and Cole say that lyrium sings to them, the former saying that it does not do so in the Fade but only in the waking world. Dwarves find veins of lyrium to mine by listening to the Stone “singing”. In Asunder, Rhys says the song that he hears when entering the Fade is so strong that he feels as though he is “about to vibrate out of existence.” In The Descent, it is referred to as the “Titan’s hymn” and a titan communicates to Valta through song.
But seeing that song bring someone back from the dead? That’s new.
It’s unclear if the Leliana we see in Inquisition is even the “real” Leliana in that worldstate or if she is something else altogether. It’s possible that she is something more akin to Cole who, before the events of Inquisition, truly believed he was the mage who died in the Spire. He had Cole’s memories, his traumas, his same grief and fear. Cole can bleed, he has a physical form that can fall in battle, so the fact that Leliana can be tortured and killed in the Dark Redcliffe Future doesn’t eliminate the possibility that this theory could be true. She could be a spirit that only thinks it’s a human woman… or she could be a magical construct that was newly created specifically to fulfill her role in this story. Of all the characters in Dragon Age, Leliana has made the most appearances throughout the narrative and arguably has had a repeated impact on the fate of the world. She helps the Warden stop the Blight, she assists the Divine in conspiring against the Templars and find a cure for Tranquility, she raids the White Spire to free the mages trapped there at the start of the Mage/Templar war, she pressures Celene into stopping the elven uprising in Halamshiral (which, in turn, places the Empress within a trap set by Gaspard that officially starts the Orlesian Civil War). She aids the Inquisitor in stopping Corypheus and can eventually become Divine - arguably the most influential person in Thedas.
She’s had a hand in many of the major conflicts of the past decade in Thedas, having only started on this path because she dreamed the Maker had called her to it. And even if she’s killed, it still doesn’t stop her from fulfilling her role in history.
It makes me very curious who or what is exactly pulling the strings in that regard… because it certainly seems like someone or something in-world had a very specific plan in mind for Leliana.
Kageyama: Hinata will you m-ma, Marie, Mary? Hinata: Use your words Kageyama Kageyama: Ma-, mass- ma… Hinata: Massage me? I mean, if you want Kageyama: Murrder me Hinata: Murder you? I’d prefer if I didn’t Kageyama: No! Damnit Hinata: Nah I’m done fucking with you I know what a guy on his knee with a ring means sure I’ll marry you Kageyama: nuff.. knif… nice.
Tsukishima: Tadashi you make my heart go faster than a meteor striking the earth and wiping out the entire dinosaur population in one fell swoop. Will you marry me. Yamaguchi: Well, Tsukki, only if you promise to never try to romance me while talking about mass extinction ever again Tsukishima: Deal
Daichi: *gets on to knee* Sugawara, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and I’ve finally accepted that you’re the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of my li- Sugawara: Daichi will you marry me Daichi: Hey don’t steal my thunder Sugawara: Is that a yes, or…? Daichi: Yes ok. Sure. I spent hours writing that proposal. Hours…
Akaashi: Koutarou will you marry me Bokuto: Oh my god yes, yes, yes, I do! I’ll marry you Akaashi! Akaashi: *to himself* Nice I got my proposal in before he could propose to me with another shitty owl pun
Kuroo: Hey Kenma will you be my Player 2 for the rest of our lives Kenma: Dude what the fuck? No. Player 1 always gets a bigger screen and better perks in co-op mode. I try to make it easier for you to win but I’m not doing that no way Kuroo: No I mean marry me Kenma: Yes but also what the fuck Kuroo
Iwaizumi: Tooru, would you make me he happiest man in the whole universe? Will you marry me? Oikawa: The whole universe? Like, all those aliens out there, you’re gonna be happier than every single one of them? At the same time? With an infinite amount of space and potentially millions of aliens who could be getting married right at this moment? Happier than all of them? Iwaizumi: I take back back my proposal. Go marry an alien if you love them so much Oikawa: You look ugly enough to be one Hajime, so sure, I’ll marry you Iwaizumi: This did not go at all how I was expecting it to.
Ennoshita: Ryuu, will you marry me? Tanaka: I’d be honoured to marry you. Ennoshita: How does it feel being married before you ever saw a single pair of tiddies Tanaka Tanaka: Way to ruin the moment
Yaku: Lev I’ve been waiting years to finally have the courage to say this, will you marry me? Lev: Yes! Yes I will! Wait, are you tall enough to put a ring on my finger? Yaku: Great now I have to make wedding plans and funeral plans.
Noya: Asahi, I have a question, is it legal to marry somebody as old as you? Asahi: I’m literally only 18 months older than you! Wait, holy shit Noya: Gotchya. Will you marry me Asahi: *internal screaming*
Makki: Sup fuck. You should marry me Mattsun: Same Makki: Same Mattsun: Ok, nice, when do we make plans Makki: Send Oikawa’s invitation a week later just to fuck with him Mattsun: Nice