Imagine Being A Race Similar To Humans, But Living For A Very Long Time, Befriending Anikan As A Child,

Boah, me fuckin' too!

What I should be doing: working on my novel

What I’m actually doing: working on a 73 chapter Skyrim fanfic

If people who touch or poke Superman can make impressions in his skin (I just watched the bath scene in Batman V Superman, don’t judge me), does that mean every time he gets punched or shot at, he just kinda jiggles...? Is there a jiggling going on...?

I must know if Superman jiggles!

Definitely don’t picture him standing there in shock for a few seconds. Don’t imagine that split second he needs to process Rook is gone. Really, don’t delve into the way Spite came to realize it, too. Given the demon originally has no sense of space/object permanence (banter with Emmerich) and has to very quickly come to terms with the sudden grief, and fear, and unbridled rage overcoming his host.

Probably the closest they’ve ever come (apart from Illario’s betrayal) to going full demon and almost everyone was on eggshells around him. Guaranteed, Harding and Belara were keeping those enchanted arrows close. Just in case he fell too far into himself to come back as the Lucanis that they know.

The Lucanis who was willing to kill any god Rook wanted in the name of safety he could no longer provide…

Reality so utterly out of their control, again…

But can you imagine. Lucanis on the high of finally landing his shot at ghilan'nain. That moment of anxious disbelief thinking "I did it, we did it, she's dead, Rook is safe" only to have Rook suddenly ripped away just gone into nothing, the Dread Wolf carving his way out in their place. Solas gives his "price of winning" speech to Rook but it's Lucanis who was left untethered in his fear and anguish.

Imagine how feral he probably went in those hours after. Spite howling at the forefront, wings thrashing, throat hoarse from yelling. This isn't something he can fight- it's not even a cloud face, it's just nothing. A void where Rook was meant to be. Taash is too lost in their own grief to bring Spite to heel and so it's left up to Davrin and Neve to keep Lucanis from mauling Emmrich as he rages with two voices at the mage to FIND THEM. FIND ROOK. BRING ROOK BACK (they were supposed to be safe)

And just to add into my own post, a kiss in the rain?Wings out? Just leaning into Rook, like his life depends on it…???

*Veilguard Spoilers(sorta)*

Just saw another tweet with some concept/story boarding art from Lucanis’s romance…???

Fanfic girlies take notes (I am girlies)

His wings were supposed to pop out during/ to interrupt a kiss? Romance scene in a gondola? Possible multiple sets of wings when he’s really pissed/Spite’s crashing out? A lake scene? (Possibly at his family estate…???)

So many ideas…

On replay ⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️

An Actual Conversation I Had

Me: Elder Maxson is fucking twenty, you guys. Elder Maxson isn't even through puberty yet. Elder Maxson could not walk into a Jewel Osco and buy beer.

Lawrence: Elder Maxson couldn't buy beer at a convenience store? Jesus christ. Imagine being the person who has to card him. Imagine ANYONE carding him. I wouldn't card him.

Ricky: He looks like a fifty year old man, NO ONE would card him.

Me: As a cashier, I'd have to card him. But picture this- you're working a register at ten o'clock at night, the only other person up front is an eighty year old woman with a hearing problem named Marianne. Elder Maxson walks into your line with a six pack of beer. He hands you his ID when you ask for it; he's twenty, you know he's twenty, he knows you know he's twenty, he knows exactly what he's fucking doing. Would YOU refuse to sell Elder Maxson beer? Would you be the one to call the manager on Elder Maxson? Would you call the authorities on a man who looks like he could supplex you through the floor? If it was me, I'd give him the fucking beer, man. I choose life.

If Ciri brought Geralt to meet you in our world...

Meeting you: He would be curious about your strange accent, the way you looked at him with wide eyes. You had known Ciri since she came to your house looking for help, knowing her was strange enough, so meeting your all time hero was something else. Ciri knew you liked him, informing him that he should do his best to act like a gentleman while he was around you. He offered a smile at first seeing you, bowing his head, grateful that you were letting them stay with you. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss...you already know me, I suppose." He chuckled and that's when it truly struck you...Geralt of Rivia was smiling...at you... Meeting your boyfriend: You lived in a nice house, off the beaten path. A country house that wasn't too terribly far from the city. Your boyfriend thought you were crazy, but you loved the seclusion, especially with your strange choice in house guests that just decided to show up every once in a while. When Geralt and Ciri were with you, they wore normal clothes. Ciri usually in skinny jeans, a t-shirt and some kind of jacket, but Geralt liked blue, boot-cut jeans, with tan cowboy boots, the pant legs over them, and a flannel or button down of near every color, but he'll wear a white, green or black t-shirt from time to time. He was outside cutting firewood, Ciri was practicing archery, a craft she took to after saving the universe. Geralt wore dark blue jeans, his tan boots, and a tight, black t-shirt. Your boyfriend pulled up in his car as you were walking outside in a nice dress and a denim jacket for a date in town. You greeted you boyfriend with a kiss, only to be stared at by Ciri who held her bow at her hip and Geralt holding his axe across his shoulders. "Well...Y/n, mind introducing me to your...?" You boyfriend asked, returning the glare that Geralt offered. "Oh, these are friends from back home, they come to visit...sorry I didn't tell you. They're kinda private." You explained. "Meet...Ciri and Geralt. They're originally from Norway." You added the last part for good measure. "Your man looks like a whelp, Y/n. I doubt he could hold a blade." Geralt said in slight disgust at your choice of man. "What? Like a-...wait is there something wrong with your eyes...?" Your boyfriend asked but you quickly kissed his cheek, getting his attention, quickly leaving after that... Reacting to you in a bikini: Your parents had a beach house, with no Drowners or Water Hags, so Geralt and Ciri were eager to go swimming and fishing. You decided to treat them to the full beach experience. The beach house had its own private dunes before the water, with no annoying passers by. You got the grill going, waiting for Geralt and Ciri to come outside. You were flipping burgers, already wearing your bikini. A bright blue bikini, with high waisted bottoms and a vintage style top. You were flipping burgers when they came out. Geralt was no shy thing, looking you straight up and down. "Do all women wear so little clothing to the ocean...?" He asked. "Geralt, I'm wearing less than her. And you're wearing less that both of us in those shorts. Get over it." Ciri demanded, walking over to get a burger as she strutted confidently in her green string bikini. Geralt wore short red and black trunks that stopped at his mid-thighs. His silver hair was fairly long, pulled up into a bun, sort of making him look almost normal...what with all of the numerous scars not exactly helping. "True. However, I'm glad that no other men get to see Y/n like this. They'd flock to her from miles around to court her or...well, be more direct." Geralt chuckled, getting his own burger. "Whatever, man-bun. Let's eat. I've been starving cooking these damn things." You laughed, joining them for good picnic before a perfect afternoon of beach time... To be continued at two hundred notes...

This is so wrong, but I love it

If somebody hits me up with a “Hello there,” you better appreciate my reply of “GeNeRaL KeNoBi,” or the conversation won’t be lasting very long...

Relationship goals, honestly

Lines like this: reason 1001 why marrying Farkas is awesome.