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All my Dragon Age characters and their respective romantic partners in one post and in correct chronological order.

DA Origins: Mira Surana (Elf, Mage) x Alistair Theirin, Morven Cousland (Human, Fighter) x Zevran Aranai;

DA2: Garrett Hawke (Human, Fighter) x Anders, Marian Hawke (Human, Mage) x Fenris;

DA Inquisition: Rovena Trevelyan (Human, Mage) x Cullen Rutherford, Elyra Lavellan (Elf, Rogue) x Solas;

DA Veilguard: Carith Mercar (Shadow Dragon, Elf, Rogue) x Emmrich Volkarin, Elric Thorne (Grey Warden, Human, Fighter) x Lucanis Dellamorte;

P.S. After gathering all doodles in one post, I gotta say that I'm quite impressed with myself. Not for the quality of drawings necessarily, but for the fact that I actually finished the series, hell yeah.

Ok so another reason why I think Lucanis’ romance lock-in scene is peak romance is that, saying as a professional pastry chef, every SINGLE one of those desserts he makes is a pain in the GODDAMN ass, and he does it WITHOUT MODERN KITCHEN EQUIPMENT. If that’s not love I don’t know what is.

This gift to humanity must be shared

Biggest case of Missed potential in MHA character wise - Midoriya Izuku

Seriously. Hori's refusal to have him reflect on any recent events in the manga (basically anything post War Arc), His quirkless past (even though everything that happened with Aoyama should have brought that up and made him think things), and refusal to think of BKG beyond blind childish admiration make me want to shake him hard! Even though I like him as a character.

And his 'Dark Deku' arc went NOWHERE! Dont even get me started on how 1A brought him back - hated it! How is BKG leading his friends to gang up on him (like back at Aldera) meant to have solved anything HORI?!

All of this. Izuku deserved better 😞

It's 2am I haven't slept and I suck at writing. Welp. Have fun!! XD

I felt the cold metal pen in my hand as I tapped it against the wooden table. Words. Words. Words. Words I could not put into writing. I wanted to tell the story. I wanted to share THEIR story. I leaned back on my chair and looked up at the barren ceiling. Closing my eyes I went back to that day.

The bus seat covers felt rough under my small hands as they brush over the cloth layer. The sounds of the engine and tires on gravel road mixed with the chatter of excited children. They had all been awaiting this day, and so did I.

It had been many many centuries since the magic that turned the dead into plants spread over all living things. All plants, aside from the regular vegetables and root crops, then became sacred. Cities were reduced to small villages since it was forbidden by law to cut down any plant. I came from one of the bigger villages, one who's law was all dead and dying would be taken into the forest and would be laid to rest there. Today was our day to go up to the sacred forest shrine and pay respects to our ancestors.

When we got off the bus the scent of dirt, bark and leaves filled my nose. I reveled in the satisfying crackle dried leaves made under my shoes as I walked upon them. Cool Autumn wind rustled the tree tops and made my long raven hair flow with it.

I turned to see my class gathering infront of our teacher and tour guide. They would go through the known forest paths and learn the history of different sections... but I had a different plan.

I stayed at the back of the class, waiting to spot a familiar route. It was narrow between the tress but it was clearly a beaten path. When the teacher was leading the students away I stayed and hid behind a large oak. I placed my hand on the trunk as respect to the dead bellow, by the size it might have been an old man. 'Damien' I noticed his name carved on the base of the trunk where it should be.

"Thank you Damien" I whispered.

I followed the narrow beaten path. I had been down this road many times before. I often snuck away from school and my grand parents to come here. I memorized all the names of the people who laid here to rest. I muttered greetings all along the way to two trees at the edge of this section.

There stood two mighty trees. An oak and Apple tree wrapped around each other like a spiral. I approached and cross sat infront of them. The names caved showed clear over base. 'Rose' on the Apple tree and 'Pine' on the oak. I chuckled in my mind as I do when I visit.

"Hello, mom. Dad." I smiled. The wind blew a little harder but it was still gentle. It was as if it was hugging me, welcoming me... and maybe it was. I stayed there for a good long while, telling my parents what had happened in the past months. I knew my class was still clueless that I was gone. How did I know?...I just felt like the forest was telling me so.

As I was about to leave I felt something new. A calling. A whisper? I turned my head and saw it. A cement pillar hidden amoung the trees. I never noticed it before...but...I was curious. I approached and soon I found myself in front of what seemed to be a burnt down building. The only remains of it were broken pillars, destroyed walls and charred cement pieces that littered the floor. The ruins were mostly covered in vines, weeds and other foliage.

In the building, or at least where the building used to be was a mini forest. Tall trees stood close together. Almost pressed against each other. I walked deeper into the woods. The trees were many different sizes, names carved into the bottom like they should be.... but then I saw something strange.

Tree saplings? Young oaks that looked like they will never grow taller. There were around 10 of them. It was strange. I knelt down beside the closest on and looked at the base. My eyes widened in shock... no names.

I touched the tree leaves. ---

It was hot. Fire. Screaming. Doctors. Nurses. Families. Seniors. Running.

I felt like I was there but not there. I could only stand and watch the chaos unfold. It was a hospital engulfed in flames. People were rushing to get out but many of the doors were burning or blocked. There were two people. Doctors. I had seen them only in pictures, it was my mother and father. They were running, not towards an exit, but further into the hospital. I followed them, I walked but somehow I was keeping pace with the frantic couple. They ran into a ward. 'Nursery' was written on a plac above the double doors. It was only a moment but my parents burst through the doors again, this time a bundle in their hands.

I followed again. My father was yelling something and pointed towards a hallway filled with thick black smoke. They stared into the abyss then turned to each other, both with determination in their eyes that blazed hotter than the fire. My mother placed a napkin over an opening in the bundle. When she did I couldn't breath I felt like I was being suffocated, my nose and mouth covered by something. My parents ran into the hall, they breathed heavy, they couldn't risk holding their breath when they were exhausted and running, they needed to get out. It felt like eternity. I felt like I was about to pass out but my parents found the only exit on covered in flames and threw themselves at the door, breaking it open. The moment they stepped out into the clean open air my mother took her hand away from the bundle in her arms and suddenly I could breath. I heaved for air. Looking up as saw mom and dad running away from the burning building, mom holding the bundle close. I followed them to a familiar spot. A clearing that seemed all to real. My parents sat on the grass, leaning on one another. They couldn't get up any more, they were fading. My father turned napped his arms around my mother from behind, pulling her close to his chest. My mom held the bundle more gently and slowly moved away the top of it. I gasped. Again I'd only seen it in pictures...It was me. Still a baby, maybe a few days old. A name tag was wrapped around my wrist as I slept soundly even through the turmoil. I watched as my parents fell asleep with me in the their arms. The smoke poisoning took them. It would be mere minutes later when people arrived to put out the fire but it was too late. Mom and dad were gone, I was left crying in my mother's arms. The people took me away.---

I shot up but lost my balance and fell back down. In my panic I scooted away from the sprouts. Memories. Memories. I was born here.... I couldn't control the tears that streamed down my face. These were his nursery mates. Children only hours old... dead. Burned. Taken away before they even had a name. The knelt before them and burried my face in my hands as I wailed for them.

I opened my eyes, still leaning back. Still staring at the barren ceiling. I slowly raised my right hands and placed it gentle on my left shoulder. It felt like I could feel the warmth of a hand is my teacher found me and took me away from the ruins.

I sat back up and leaned over my desk. Pen met paper as I wrote down what I remembered. I published the short story and when I passed that same ruin was given a name. Homage to the lost.

"The bed of angels"

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Lord help my shit writing lmao. Now to try and sleep.

Plants sprout above corpses. The bigger the body the bigger the foliage. Adult humans can become large oaks and a butterfly could become a rose. Forests are cemeteries for the dead to sleep, and every tree has the names of the past carved into the base for the future to remember. While out on a school trip to the remote mountains you sneak out only to find a forest down a prohibited path… a forest of small oaks with no names…

wait why wouldn't horikoshi make bakugou accountable for his mistakes? has he done something like that before?

I'm new in the fandom so I don't know much

Because Hori has been pushing this narrative that Bakugo has "changed" even though Bakugo has done nothing to prove it, other than being slightly more willing to work with others. And even then, only on his own terms.

Bakugo still treats Midoriya badly, still referring to him as "Deku", which is not a cutesy childhood nickname, but an insult which means "Useless" or "Limbless doll".

He only told All Might that he bullied Midoriya, without giving the full story, which means that nobody truly knows the extent of what he's done.

On top of that, Bakugo blames Midoriya's self-sacrificing tendencies on All Might, when it's actually his bullying that led Midoriya into believing that he's only useful when he's helping others, which is every kind of messed up when you look at the latest manga chapters.

And spoiler alert: Bakugo leading class 1-A to bring Midoriya back by force? Not good. I have a whole entire list of abusive traits that apply to Bakugo's treatment of Midoriya, if you want to check my anti bkdk tag, and Bakugo searching for Midoriya so he can keep tabs on his victim? Not good. Not to mention, Bakugo has the entire class (aka Midoriya's first real friends) backing him up, which is isolating,and manipulating Midoriya to come back where Bakugo can control and keep him under his thumb; yet again, more abuse tactics.

Hori has this whole "show-don't-tell" kind of thing with his narrative, and it pisses me off to no end, especially when it comes to abusers like Bakugo and Endeavor, who are made out to be somewhat sympathetic, and their "redemption arcs" seem to mainly focus on their own individual pain, rather than their victims.

Also, I want to add that Bakugo is Hori's favourite character, and for whatever reason, he keeps winning the popularity polls so Hori can't exactly give him actual development, or else that'd mean losing readers (honestly, it's sloppy writing at best).

I hope this cleared things up for you, Anon, and I'm sorry about the essay, but that is the reason why I believe that Hori is going to wimp out, and probably make Bakugo give some half-assed apology and then go right back to mistreating Midoriya. I don't really answer asks like this as much as I used to, so please nobody come to my inbox with anti bkg takes.

The Empyrean Dragon Chart; With all known dragons, tails, ancestral line, riders and their signets. Made by me (auraisereigh). I hope you like it <3

This is fully made by me (except the background paper, credit goes to pintrest) . i put the time and effort in it. If you see a mistake please tell me!

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Daily fucking reminder that Luigi Mangione is innocent, completely and fully. He has been convicted of no crime. He has had no fair trial. He is a SUSPECT. Luigi Mangione is entirely innocent and everyone needs to stop parroting this insidious propaganda that he “committed” the crime he is only SUSPECTED of. He is not a murderer. He is not a criminal. He is an innocent man.

Date Night in Treviso

...two crows working together on a contract counts as a date, right?...