Which 3 DA characters would you want as your best friends?
Awakenings Anders, Harding, and maybe Rion? (from MP)
Best antagonist in the series?
Samson, by far. His story is so understandable, and relatable in a way. I've written why I love him before, but really it comes down to a realistic response to the Chantry's treatment of templars, how they're victims of abuse too, and how tragic red templars are in general. Samson is a "the ends justify the means" kind of guy, which I don't agree with but LOVE in a morally grey character like him, and how he essentially farms red lyrium out of other people is tragic and beautiful. Is he a major antagonist? No, but he's an excellent one regardless.
What moment/memory still gives you chills/feels?
WHEN HAWKE REALIZES THEIR MOTHER WAS BEING SENT WHITE LILIES FROM A SERIAL KILLER AND FOLLOWS BLOOD PUDDLES THROUGH KIRKWALL TO FIND HER HEAD SEWN ONTO A MUTILATED BODY THAT WAS REANIMATED BY A BLOOD MAGE AGHGHRHHGHRGH Hearing their voice go "where is he taking her????? there's more blood! i hope i'm not too late!!!" as they continued to find more blood puddles KILLS ME every single time. "Mother must be here somewhere!!" but said desperately, like they're pleading with the Maker and trying to convince themselves out of the truth they know in their heart...
A little girl in a familiar tan fedora runs over, tripping three times on the way but managing not to fall, as she gleefully presents Dominik with a present that is about half as big as she is. There is also a homemade card, with Natasha's careful handwriting written over in crayon, proclaiming him Midgard's Best Dad. Anya beams up at him, "OPEN IT!" Natasha comes into the room slightly after. "She's very excited about the present."
Inside the box is a variety of those 'dig your own fossil' kits, and Natasha wasn't sure if the gift was truly for Dom or Anya, but she knew that they'd both enjoy it, and Anya had picked them all out. "Happy Father's Day love."
Every time she tripped, he wanted to reach out to steady her but he waited until she'd reached him to pull her into his arms, pressing a noisy kiss to her cheek, earning him a laugh from his daughter. Dominik gave Natasha a fond smile as he settled to kneel beside their daughter, smiling at the card before he opened the box, laughing a little at the present inside. He smiled brightly at Natasha, "Thank you, love." Another kiss was pressed to Anya's cheek, "Thank you, sweetheart. Are you gonna help me with this?"
❝ Heheheh, did you see - did you seeeee their face though?! I - I - I still can’t believe I got them G-O-O-D! ❞ cackles Zero, sanguine grin cutting through the reality as blood slowly makes a home in his mouth, his esophagus, his everything. He, the beginning and end of a sick guessing game, deeply breathes ( inhaling chaos, exhaling quietus ) and faces Loki beside him— the REAL Loki. Not them. Not them. Not them back there, turning into a forgotten field— rotten organs as dying and dying flowers, bones as sharp, ivory reminders to never play with the unknown. She beams, even when she is deeply aching from the fight, with her ever trembling system and many stab wounds across. ( Despite everything, she laughs, feeling like she can devour the whole universe RAW. ) ❝ Sho- should’ve seen your - YOUURRR face! ❞ Zero gently pokes Loki’s cheek as to emphasize, recalling the horror in him when they pretended to side with his doppelgänger ( what was a deception well formed if it were not for his great teachings of lying ), though the longer they stare at him, see his own wounds and more of the blood mine and theirs and his on him, their mirth silently dies, mismatched eyes now bearing the softest concern. ❝ You’ll be - you’ll be okay though, right? ❞
My grandma's watching TV and they're airing this thing about botched cosmetic procedures and i'm like...
It's a weird thing to talk about. There's so, SO many layers to the issue, such as the people doing these surgeries with absolutely no preparation, but what I want to talk about here is the people getting the procedures.
I don't know about anywhere else, but here in Brazil there are countless horror stories about cosmetic procedures. Liposuctions ending in damaged guts, breast/butt implants ending in poisoning or bursting, lip fillers migrating and/or intoxicating the person getting them, nosejobs ending in non-functioning noses! And for what?
Let's talk about the people getting these procedures done. Yes, there's always the narrative of "becoming more beautiful" and "making the outer beauty match the inner", but not for these people. These are people who were trying to get rid of their insecurities, and it's so sad to see them get manipulated by these monsters who will cut through human skin and implant INDUSTRIAL SILICONE into women's chests! Just for money! It's the story of the pretty, pretty woman who didn't like how small her boobs were and tried to make them bigger, only to end up with no boobs at all!
And more often than not, these people are pestered about the things they want to change. The story of the lady who got breast implants will never leave my mind. She was insanely pretty, she was a model. But there was probably so much pressure in her to be pretty that she tried to take it a step further and died because of it!
The report my grandmother was watching was specifically about nosejobs. Especially in a country as racially diverse as Brazil, these people getting nosejobs are just rejecting their nature as mixed! They think their big noses are to be ashamed of! They want to shave off their bridge, make their nose thinner, whatever. Just to look white!
This was just a rant, I guess, not a formal essay. But it's just infuriating to see these CRIMINALS profitting off of people's insecurities and then ruining their lives or killing them.
There was an eloquent, beautiful bow that had been strewn out for Grey, accompanied by a quiver that was filled with arrows. Both instruments were made out of twinkling ice, and despite the temperature neither seemed to melt, and there was a single note tied to the string of the bow. When unraveled, it would read:
"Sorry I missed Fathers Day Pops, but work's been hellish. People hate each other, and as long as there's two people left on his Earth, someone's gonna want someone else dead. While I couldn't make it personally, I made this just for you in my spare time. It's a powerful ice bow, and despite how fragile it looks, I made sure to make it as strong as possible, and it won't even melt in the heat.
Be careful with the arrows though, as anything they pierce or wound will have their very essence frozen from the inside out. A perfect crystal, you could say. I hope this is a good enough gift for you Pops, maybe work will let up enough to let me see you again.
Seeing the gift, he'd kneel down, taking the items in one hand. The quiver off to the side. With the bow along side. Looking to the note, very carefully reading every word. Leaving him with a small chuckle. He'd stand there for minutes just reading it. All the while multitasking in putting said quiver over his shoulder for a moment. While the heat resistant bow is put into his dominant hand. Still looking over the letter with his eye.
"Heh, it's alright, Kid. You're busy. I get it..." He'd say to himself, merely smiling off to one side of his face. Just to retrace his steps inside his burrow to put the letter away. Walking out with said Bow drawn. It'd been a while since he'd held one of these, but no doubt it could come in handy in the future. Taking a moment out of his day to see if he did indeed still have his old archery talent. He'd travel out into the training grounds he'd set up for his students and himself. The clearing making the bow glisten beneath the Alolan sunlight.
Sure, he'd be using a couple of arrows. But, he wouldn't want such a well thought out and handcrafted gift going to waste. He'd get a couple of dummies set up. Just to give this new bow a try. Testing the string and the pull capacity of said bow. All before finally getting into a combat stance. The test was underway. He'd take out a few of his own quills. Merely to put them amongst the arrows in the quiver, as to not waste any of the precious ammunition. Finally, he'd start his drill...
One shot, a normal quill dead to the chest, while he slides across the field in which to pierce the neck of another dummy. Before shooting a volley of his own quills in quick succession in the air. Just for them to rain down upon the dummies as he takes a leap into the air. Shooting a multi-shot of the ice laced arrows. Hitting the three dummies, coating them all in ice. Doing as Frosty said and encasing them in practically frozen crystal upon hitting the ground.
"Heh, yeah. I still got it..." He'd snap his fingers. Just for one quill to explode behind the dummies, causing them to shatter. Just for him to erupt with laughter. "Ah god, what am I twenty? I haven't been that flashy in years... Thanks, Kid. Hopefully I'll see ya soon..." He'd muse to himself, looking off to the sky...
Rabbits and bunnies alike of all various colored coats and patterns gather around Usagi. They each held individual different flowers in their mouths as a present for their human dad on this special day. This moved the killer's heart upon seeing his alive furry friends give him so much attention than usual. He crouches and gently pets their heads.
I... wish I could insert a read more on mobile. I really do. I have so much bottled up today and I'm stuck at work on a 14 hour shift and I've cried 3 times and I literally just want to push everyone else away :,))))))))))))