#I need to lay down

[poltergeist-404]

A BAD DREAM. Part 1

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Hiiiiiiiii.... After 15 hours multiple tasking all the wips n different projects...

So here we are!!

Enjoy.

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"Ford wanted to sit down and finally talk about their issues, catching up after Weirdmegedon. Unfortunately he found out a memory his brother will never forget."

[pies-in-the-skies]

me: truly a well crafted tragedy is such a bittersweet pleasure to take in and serves a purpose, not just as a sad story but as a reminder that even that which ends badly might not have happened in vain or for nothing. The love, the grief, the actions still meant something simply for having taken place and for us partaking in it.

me when said tragedy is about to actually unfold, sweating: ok but consider this. i dont want this to happen

[mochipong]

Your last prayer—ten thousand years late(r)

[myrkulitescourge]

the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me

just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.

like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.

in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.

how am i supposed to act normal about this.

[star--nymph]

she's has noble blood she's a knight she is hopelessly devoted to her god she has a dead brother she's been employed to the pope for over a decade she hates the entire noble class she is chasing her idol around thedas to employ them as the leader of her religious cult she does not realize that she's trying to start a religious schism she kidnaps the best friend of her idol to get him to tell her where they are she has mixed feelings on the prisoner she arrested cause they might be the prophet of her god she would do anything for them even if it means breaking with the main source of her religion she is self righteous she is scared she is unsure of her faith she is desperate for something to devote herself to she realizes the inquisitor is human but still sees them as a holy figure she is a romantic she wants a fairytale romance she can fight a dragon all by herself and scoff when people praise her for it she reads godawful smut she believes in soulmates and destiny she kneels at the alter of her god and smiles when she thinks of the inquisitor AND SHE'S STRAIGHT?!?!?!?!?1

[ghost-inthe-hall]

So what if I just imploded rn??

Everything I hear and see about Vessel Marie Token the first.... I just... what a gem

[replicafatale]

Just realized that Drifter never needed to use transference on Lettie when saving the Hex because her fate is so intertwined with Eleanor's survival.

Eleanor rips out her own tongue to save not only herself but Lettie... to show Lettie that she's always been "here" and is more than the technocyte. The first thing Lettie says in 1999 is how they need to cut off Eleanor in order to "cauterize a wound" because of the extent of Eleanor's infection, and yet Lettie hesitates the second she's faced with the real prospect of killing Eleanor, cementing her own death.

Lettie can't let Eleanor go no matter how much she tells herself she needs to. She's compartmentalized the death and disease of her loved ones for years both as a field medic and taking care of her dying relatives growing up. She expects this to be no different. Lettie suppresses her affection for Eleanor over months and months, pushing her away, only for it to bubble up twice as strong at the end.

"Making sure you're still... you," comes WAY too late for it to make a difference. Eleanor is already completely consumed by the technocyte. By her own loneliness. A longing for acceptance that only comes from the infested after Lettie abandons their relationship.

It kills her. It kills them both.

In the next loop, after Drifter uses transference, Eleanor's last attempt to remind Lettie how much Eleanor cares for her is what saves them both the second time around. How they were "thick as thieves for a while" (Eleanor's words), and how even months of indifference didn't erode that sentiment.

They always end up in each other's arms whether they're dying together at the bottom of an infested substation or curled up on the sofa in the backrooms eating pizza. They are literally inseparable and eternally fated to live and die together no matter the loop. im fine

[rowanisawriter]

h ey did everyone know that if you don’t exhaust hans dialogue at suchdol, when they make it back to devils den they have a unique greeting. im reacting to this news in a normal manner

[impsandstars]

I think this is the most beautiful Stolas has ever been (upsetting that it is him at his lowest point).

And Blitz got to see him like this. Look at his face! That is the face of man completely in LOVE. Soft and gentle and SMITTEN.

[heartyluv]

i’m ovulating, so i’m sorry for all these random posts, but it’s that serious.

imagine toxic!boyfriend caleb. you’re on the phone with your friend, ranting about how much he’s been irritating you and how he just isn’t shit. coming home late, always starting fights with dudes that try to talk to you, always getting on you about things you’ve never even done.

and you’re saying all of this with him in the room. i’m imagining you two share an apartment that’s open floor, so you’re bent over the counter in the kitchen and he’s man spreading on the couch in the living room with the tv on, grey sweatpants and no shirt. and he’s going off on you while you’re going off on him, all while your friend hears everything.

“you always want to tell somebody our business.”

“wouldn’t have anything to tell if you just did better and behaved like a grown ass man.”

and what does he do? he decides he needs to put your pretty self back in line. so while you’re still running your mouth, he’s walking up behind you, pulling your shorts and panties down after he worked his cock out of his pants.

“caleb, what the hell are—oh shittt…”

AND HE’S WATCHING HIM MOVE IN AND OUT, BITING HIS LIP AND SMIRKING BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TALK, YOU WERE SOAKED THE WHOLE TIME!!!!!!

“why don’t you tell her how much you love this dick since you’ve got so much to say?”

I CAN’T. I CAN’T. I CAN’T. I CAN’T EVEN FORM ANYMORE WORDS, GOOD GOD.

[princepinkart]

"I'll lead the dance, alright?"

I'm so proud of myself for making this, it was so hard and so worth it!!!!

Original sketches under the cut :D

Lil sketch I drew at work today :D

(also the Bandee and Kirby were too cute I HAD to include them)

[shepscapades]

This one was a freaking doozy. If I keep talking i think i may be in trouble

[claybyte]

byakuya ishigami amazes me. he worked tirelessly for the rest of his life after the petrification—no, for thousands of years, even after his death—simply because he had complete and utter faith that his son would wake up one day and might need it.

he started a village from nothing, with only the five people around him. he watched each and every one of those people die or go out to sea, never to return.

he ensured that his knowledge would live on through the hundred tales for millennia, with no way of knowing if his descendants would follow his wishes, or even survive long enough to have their own children, for the simple reason that he didn't want senku to be alone when he woke up.

he didn't know how the petrification worked or how to cure someone of it, but he knew his son. he knew senku had the drive, the motivation, the will, to break himself free from an impossible, never-before-seen stone prison. the selflessness and optimism to develop a cure with nothing but his bare hands and nature's gifts.

everything byakuya did was for senku. to give him a better chance at survival and a comfortable life in a second stone age. dr. stone really is simply about a father's love.

[sakanayasan414]

Sherlock could never truly understand how much John grieved for his death.

The morning he prepared two cups of tea instead of one.

The afternoon he came back from grocery shopping and realised he doesn’t have to place all the food so carefully not to touch the body parts in the fridge.

The night he could’ve slept through because no one was playing violin at 3 AM anymore but couldn’t get himself to even close his eyes as he feared that he might forget how Sherlock’s sharp gaze felt.

John could never truly understand how much he meant to Sherlock.

The night he thought all he could do with his brilliant brain was to vanish for years and endure not only physical but psychological pain of John’s absence.

The dawn he tried to tell John what his funny brain has come up with but didn’t find anyone by his side.

The morning he knew he could come back to London for the first time in years and the first thing popped up in his mind was to see John.

They both ridiculously underestimate their significance to the other.

John isn’t with Sherlock only because of the adrenaline he feels. He’s there also for the serotonin he feels listening to Wagner played by the delicate yet passionate fingers of the consulting detective.

Sherlock isn’t with John because of the sweet words he gives like “brilliant”. He’s there also for the scolding words like “Stop” that calm him down (occasionally).

They desperately need each other to even survive and yet they act like they are just roommates.

[ebechnasheim]

EXFUCKINGCUSE ME????

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BRAIN IS SO NOT BRAINING

[kaveh-a-day]

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