Fivesoka Creation Day

Omggggg I can’t this is so precious 🥹😍

solavellan + being weird

I've heard it said that the appeal of the Solas romance is that he's a god who thinks Lavellan is a special princess. But this is clearly a misunderstanding, because the whole point of Solas is that he is not a god. He's ultimately just a weird nerd and I do not personally think he would fall in love with someone because they're a special princess. He falls in love with Lavellan because she's also fucking weird in ways that are partly similar to and partly complementary to his own brand of weird. 

It makes me think of the quote commonly misattributed to Dr Seuss about finding someone whose weirdness is compatible with your own. Solas calls Lavellan 'unique,' and yes, she is; but not because she's uniquely special and perfect but because her weirdness happens to be particularly compatible with his weirdness, and he's experiencing for the first time the astonishing bliss of finding someone who you really click with after a lifetime of never fitting in anywhere.

Yessss he’s finished 😍 Love this!

Hot days on Pabu

Coloured version of this

"It's my fight. I'm ready."

Decided to upgrade this to a more canon accurate version. Seeing grown up Omega on screen brought tears into my eyes. How are we feeling after that finale?

Ahhh thank you this was so good! 👀

Congrats on 200 followers that’s sooooo cool! For your event to celebrate, can I request a Drabble for Wolffe/Liri? Maybe prompt 35 from the Kiss Roulette prompts (a kiss against a wall)?

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Excited for this one! Hope you enjoy!

Wolffe had given her the full tour, timing it on a quiet day when the Hand of Justice was undergoing repairs. For Liri, it was thrilling, she’d never been on a Venator-class ship before, much less seen one from the inside. And Wolffe, though playing it cool, had clearly pulled out all the stops. Every now and then, she caught a proud little gleam in his eye, as if he wanted to impress her just as much as she wanted to understand his world.

She’d seen the mess hall, even tasted the caf and the food, or what passed as such.

“I can’t believe you actually manage to eat that,” she muttered as they continued down another long corridor.

Wolffe shrugged, his helmet tucked under his arm. “When you’re hungry enough…”

“I don’t think I could ever be that hungry,” she said. “If you’re living off that sludge, I’m going to have to start sending you off with some proper snacks.”

He chuckled, glancing at her in amusement, his helmet tucked under his arm. A few troopers passed them, glancing at her curiously. But the second they spotted Wolffe, all curiosity faded, and they hurried on their way.

“Are they scared of you?” she asked, one brow arched.

Wolffe smirked. “More like…respectful. I am their commander, after all.”

“Ah,” she nodded, feigning seriousness. “Right.  Well then, Commander. Where are we off to next?”

“I thought I’d show you my office,” he replied with a shrug.

“Ooo, the commander’s office. The command center,” she teased, grinning.

He rolled his eyes.

When they arrived, he activated the lights, letting her step inside first. The room was plain, organized, no-nonsense, exactly as she’d imagined it. But what caught her eye were the caf cups scattered around, all emptied. Her lips twitched in amusement.

“Don’t start,” Wolffe said, catching her eye with a smirk as he set his helmet down on his desk.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, all innocence.  She moved around the desk to take a seat in his chair, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “So… this is where all the big decisions happen, huh?”

He shrugged, looking slightly amused. “That or the bridge.”

She tapped a finger thoughtfully against her chin. “So…if I wanted to give a trooper a reprimand for, let’s say…leaving his caf cups all over the place, this would be the place for it, right?”

“Usually,” he agreed, crossing his arms as he eyed her with mock suspicion. “The trooper would have to report in, square himself up right in front of the desk.” He stepped closer, standing directly in front of her.

“Oh, yes,” she drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “A serious infraction, this caf cup situation. I’d have to make sure he was taking it very seriously.” Her gaze roamed over him, mischief in her eyes. “Power’s gone to my head already, hasn’t it?”

“Absolutely. I’m afraid the position of being my guest has corrupted you,” he teased, his voice low.

She narrowed her eyes, standing slowly as he watched her, that familiar interest and warmth lighting up his face. “I’m quite serious, you know,” she said, closing the space between them.

“Is that so?” His voice was a mix of challenge and curiosity as she stepped closer, forcing him to back up.

“Mhm.” She took another step, and then another, until his back was against the wall, her face inches from his.

“Is this where you’re supposed to tell me I’m out of line?” she asked, tilting her head up, her voice a low purr.

“Seems you’ve taken charge of the reprimand.” His eyes met hers, almost daring. “And you look a little too happy about it.”

“Maybe I am,” she replied, her fingers sliding up to trace his jaw. She leaned in, lips brushing against his. “Now, how would you respond to this?”

Without waiting for his answer, she kissed him, her mouth claiming his. His hands found her waist as he pulled her flush against him, his armor cold against her skin, and he let out a low hum of approval. She pressed him against the wall, deepening the kiss.

When she finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, she murmured, “Well?”

Wolffe’s smirk was playful and heated and she felt a little thrill at how he was looking at her in that second. “I’d say make sure you locked the door.”

“When my time comes around,

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth,

No grave can hold my body down,

I'll crawl home to her.”

~ Andrew Hozier-Byrne

Please enjoy this Ahsoka I painted in an attempt to find some inner peace recently.

brainstorming squad names. i like to think hunter came up with it

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