#and it had to be told

[cute-ellyna]

Davrin's week 2025 - Day #03 The Joining / The Calling

"Promise me you'll take me with you. Promise me you won't leave me behind." "…" "Please Davrin, I beg you!! Promise it..." "I… I can't."

Under the cut 'cause I didn't want to clutter the layout XD

Good news: the Calling doesn't exist anymore in my headcanon, so they will live forever and ever and grow old and happy. Bad news: they don't know. They cannot know for sure.

And while I (and Ayanne) adore the romantic idea of them going to the Deep Roads together, because "wherever you are, there I am", after all, I've thought about it and there's no way Davrin would bring her, and probably not even Assan, to die with him. I can see it totally happen with a Warden Rook, but otherwise, think about it: it's kind of like having a terminal illness and asking your partner to give up their life too. No sane person would do this, you'd want them to live.

This certainly causes a big crisis between them, I can see Ayanne leaving and go knocking at Neve and Lucanis' door and crying the hell out of her all night. But Neve would help her see reason and Luc would cuddle her with a soothing tea and some comfort food, and the day after she'll go back to Davrin, with a smile on her face, an apology, and the new purpose of studying the effects of the changed blight on Warden with Antoine's help :')

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[time-woods]

SUMMER FUN ! ! MOST EXPENSES PAID FOR !

bonus doodles

[sophie-baybey]

[cactus-teeth-art]

finished yayyy

[lopsaii]

Close call

[technically-human]

First meeting

[arkhambug]

you were staring. very unabashedly so, too. just… oogling your boyfriend, watching as he lounged on your couch, his black shirt fitted around bulging arms, the hem riding up around his tummy to reveal that line of thick black hair that dipped below his plaid pants.

oh my god, those stupid plaid pants. they made you wonder what the hell the hype was about grey sweats, when those existed.

and it’s not like you had anything to be ashamed about, either. he was your boyfriend, all six foot something of him, for fucks sake. all the thick muscles, and short cropped hair, and scars, and fuck, those eyes. you could look if you damn well wanted to.

you’d tried very hard to convince yourself all morning that you were fine, and definitely not ovulating, and fine.

but in that moment, watching your boyfriend literally just sit there, eyes shut and head tipped back, this was not you. it was some evil entity, possessing you and in full swing. you were ready to jump him, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet.

your gaze kept dropping lower, toward those pecs, all soft and plush beneath the fabric of his tee, and you could feel yourself start to salivate.

it wasn’t even anything provocative either, but the sight of his tits in a black shirt, tight over the unflexed muscle, was driving you up a god damned wall.

you curled your legs up beneath you, arm perching you against the back of the couch, the other pressed between the low of your thighs to physically retrain yourself from grabbing him like a deranged person.

because, no matter what you did, it was almost impossible to stop imagining just throwing yourself at him, and doing some entirely unspeakable things. things you know you’d never do unless it was this god forsaken time of month.

“you good, ma?” Jason asked, finally breaking the tense silence, and drawing your attention away from his torso. he was staring back now, one brow raised quizzically, and his scared lip curled up in questioning.

“your eyes are dilatin’ and shit.”

yeah. you got up, wordlessly, and walked toward the kitchen.

[thatskindarough]

Ice cream parlor (December 2023)

[ajihaew]

nothing can excite me unless it's you!

[elucubrare]

"on the one hand," i tell the late medieval monk i hang out with sometimes, "each age reconfigures the great events of history in the way that makes them most meaningful for their own time. like how you keep drawing alexander in full plate."

"he's a knight, what else would he wear"

"on the other," i continue, ignoring him, "it does make me feel like i've gone a little bit crazy when people applaud caesar's assassins as restoring power to the people. at best they wanted a different dictator for life."

"was your 1st century ad stoic friend busy or something"

"yes. anyway the point is applauding action taken for action's sake without looking at the consequences is silly. it's not like killing caesar restored the Res Publica anyway -"

"because all Caesar did was knock over its rotted corpse," he says along with me. "can i play Dark Souls in peace now?"

[kevjeanday]

Kevin saying Jean and him aren’t friends and then immediately sending Jean a postcard and Jean saying ‘I hate him’ and then immediately hanging it up above his desk.

[bakedbeanchan]

I love the first season of atla

[xiaq]

Hey cis folks! If you’re out and about with a trans friend who shares your gender, offer to go to the bathroom with them.

In my glittering palace of privilege I didn’t even think of how anxiety-inducing it must be for my not-always-passing friend when we’re out in public for hours and they need to go pee. It wasn’t until my friend told me this that I realized there was a stop-gap solution until the world got kinder. I could go with her, even if I didn’t actually have to “go.” And she’d have backup. And if anyone caused a problem, I’d be there to be as annoying as fucking possible and run interference while she did her business and got out.

So now, any time we meet up somewhere public, even if it’s just a quick coffee, I always ask if she wants to hit the bathroom before we leave. It’s such a little, silly, thing, but she’s said it makes a difference in her willingness to even accept invitations to go places.

Maybe your trans friend doesn’t feel the same way, but maybe they don’t feel comfortable enough to mention it and you offering would be a relief! Doesn’t hurt to ask.

[buggachat]

Part 200 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Kofi

[moshaeu]

the end of summer