Never not thinking about how the veil must be such a sensory overload for Solas.
Like he made the thing, it’s not naturally occurring, it’s just a big ol magic spell on a near cosmic level.
It’s a running canon joke that he’s constantly measuring and making comments on the veil, but it’s bc he’s never not aware of it. That’s sounds absolutely exhausting no wonder he’s either grumpy or disassociating 90% of the time.
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Idea: The Matrix, being a parasite that uses the Primes as it’s hosts, slowly turns the Primes into eldritch horror-ific beings, and the forms they hold in front of people to make them appear normal are actually just a ‘cloaked’ form for their ‘true’ form (Maccadam from CV for example). This happens to all the Primes, it just usually takes a long time even by their standards to build up enough, and usually the newer/younger ones are like baby horrors.
Another idea: Rodimus, having been born in the primacy essentially as Optimus’s son, has grown up with them, and seen them in their true forms from a young age. It is now impossible to freak him out with them, because before Hot Rod could walk, he looked Nova dead in the face in it’s true form as it cradled him in it’s arms, and cooed up at it. Optimus now says that to Rodimus, they’re not horrors, they’re eldritch wonders. He genuinely looks at them and believes some to be quite pretty. Or he calmly/casually asks if Op thinks Quintus’s Subnautica octopus ass could fit in a flower vase, because octopuses don’t have bones, and this is long dead ghost, so it’s gotta be possible, right? (Op just wants one normal conversation about the Primes with his son. one. that’s all he asks (while snorting laughs but that’s beside the point-).)
In short: The Primes are eldritch horrors in their true forms + Rodimus isn’t bothered in the slightest about this fact.
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Imagine selling out your wife and then having to watch the guy that you sold her out to work with your assistant that you have a crush on try to cheer you up by performing extravagant feats of heterosexuality
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Mista's my favorite va character and as such he's automatically subjected to the bisexualification beam but I cannot take fics where he's at peace with it anymore, I just know it in my heart that under that sweater that man has a rosary that was passed down onto him by his grandma or something and that he spent his childhood playing football in some church's backyard with the neighbourhood kids and that he instinctively feels kind of weird about himself
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({visible to everyone})
The Professor glances over at his partner, who stands shakily, scrubbing at the wall.
"It isn't only you they have misunderstood," he starts. This had been mildly irritating him for a while, but his purpose here is to comfort, not to seek validation right now.
It responds with a small questioning noise, "but you are very well-spoken?"
"Yes, well, they saw a private moment, and interpreted something I told you the wrong way. Of course, without full context and understanding of our communication style, it makes sense as an interpretation, but it was frustrating. I could not correct them, as I do not wish they have further insight into our private life."
"Oh...did I get it right, though?"
"I hope you did. I can't read your mind, though, and pretending I can would not benefit either of us. Regardless, I just thought knowing it isn't you alone who gets misunderstood and taken in bad faith would help what I meant sink in."
He nods.
"Like I said, if someone refuses to try to understand you, that's a them problem, not a you issue."
"I guess...what did they think you meant?"
"They just thought I was blaming the protective forces I called upon, when really I was blaming the hypothetical other parties in a communication gone wrong. It's not an issue."
"...yeah...yeah okay..."
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this is the funniest possible continuation of this situation i am losing my mind
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