#and was doomed from the start

[onehelluvafan]

Abrasive Blitzø

Lonely Stolas 💔

and Blitzø "Never-Stood-A-Chance" Buckzo ❤

[pileofsnakes1]

This is the first thing I thought of after getting out of the cinema

[holyblanchett]

I'm just thinking about Agatha telling Rio she didn't want to see her face again and now we know why. Nicky is Rio's literal twin and he's a perfect blend of them both. Rio really had to reap her own sons soul and afterwards she was rejected by her love. It wouldn't have mattered if Rio granted Agatha 6 years or 16. His death was always going to stand in between them. Let that sink in.

[geesekey]

“Maybe once a week, I wake up paralyzed reliving that night. But before the sun went down, I think that was the best day of my life.”

[dovewingkinnie]

william injects himself with remnant, except the idea of remnant was all made up in his head so god knows what he actually injected himself with

[anotherlikeyou]

Ah shit, here we go again

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"You and me, Ethan. Together we go save Rose, and then we can grind Miranda into paste!"

[madbard]

So. I just finished The Magnus Archives.

You’re telling me that Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, began his journey from such a place of uncertainty and desperation to prove himself worthy of the title, and ended as the embodiment of everything that tormented him?

You’re telling me that Martin Blackwood, who held so much love for the people around him, unintentionally paved the way for his lover’s desperate martyrdom?

You’re telling me Jon was marked for this from childhood, manipulated by forces older and greater than civilization to bring such harm upon the world that the only solution he could see was to end it?

You’re telling me there was no escape for them?

You’re telling me they could have lived happily together, but they could never have taken that path because it lies contrary to who they are?

You’re telling me Jon and Martin had everything and everyone slowly and agonizingly ripped away from them until they had nothing left but each other, until neither one could fathom surviving without the other?

You’re telling me that Martin and Jon kissed at the center of a collapsing reality, then Martin felt the life leave Jon’s body as he stabbed the only living person he loved?

You’re telling me there is a chance they are Somewhere Else, but that would mean they never escaped the Fears and never will?

You’RE TELLING ME-

[wishfulsketching]

Dan deserved both. Meg to keep him alive, Herbert to get him almost killed every night

Too bad Meg and Herbert would eventually kill each other

[sunnie-angel]

thinking about a jason todd that’s in his late 30s. lines are just starting to etch themselves into the corners of his eyes and he’s got a hip that always pops when he rolls out of bed in the morning. he’s had a partner or two since his resurrection, each time promising forever and a day but never really making it there. he doesn’t look for serious anymore, grown up grown tired of always waiting on the back foot for someone that never sticks around. what’s the point of giving away his heart when it’s just going to get handed right back to him anyway? and that’s fine — he doesn’t hold it against any of them, he wouldn’t stick around for him either.

it’s frustrating then, to love him like you’ve never loved before and know he only sees you as a placeholder. the one he comes home to for now. he views himself as a season in your life, a moment that will pass and maybe you’ll remember this fondly if he doesn’t fuck up the ending too badly. you know he would accept you breaking your heart in two with tired eyes and a practiced smile, nothing but the best wishes for your future.

you tell him you love him and he accepts it with thanks and an unspoken for now. you tell him he’s it for you and he tells you sure kid, all nihilistic patronism that he’ll be seeing the back of you one day. it’s all youthful optimism and vigour to him, hasn’t stood the test of time or the first fight, the worst of an after patrol breakdown or the fear of a serious injury. you tell him you’ll always stay and he warns you that you don’t hafta make promises you won’t want to keep kid. he doesn’t understand that you want to mean it.

so you don’t promise him forever and a day. you promise him tomorrow. and tomorrow. and tomorrow. maybe one day he’ll believe you. maybe one day you won’t mean it. but the one thing you will not do is break his heart the way it’s been broken before.

might continue this if there’s interest

[bitterdesert]

there’s definitely something to be said thematically about having charles and crystal briefly get together at the end of lighthouse leapers, the episode dedicated to the symbolism of lighthouses and pseudo-sirens and being drawn towards something that’s not real and that will ultimately do more harm to you

[mmadnesss]

martin septim seeing the hero of kvatch for the first time and immediately being drawn to them

and when they say they’re here for him? that he’s the son of the late emperor, and they’re bound to sweep him away to jauffre? the way they look at him, like he’s the one thing that matters in the Nine’s almighty world. oh, that will take some getting used to.

he is cautious at first, of course— he knows because his time before he was a priest that the instant allure of anything is something to be wary of. by the time they’ve almost arrived to weynon priory, the two have made camp out in the wilderness beneath the moons of Nirn so many times, shared a campfire for warmth between their bedrolls night after night, he can tell when they’ve fallen asleep by the sound of their breath, the characteristic twitches of their legs.

he also knows how to tell when his hero is having a nightmare, the plane of oblivion come back to haunt them even in their sleep. knows when to wake them up, to lull them into a calmer state of sleep with a little conversation, perhaps telling them stories of his youth, his days as a farmer’s son. sweet nothing tales of him chasing runaway chickens around the yard. anything to keep the daedra from visiting them in their sleep. when the hero asks him to pull his bedroll closer to theirs, he knows it’s over for him.

oh, he’s smitten. completely gone. but the hero doesn’t know; how could they? they’re bound by their word to uriel, their late emperor, the father he never knew. that was all this was, wasn’t it? first, he was their mission. then, he was just someone familiar. someone who knew at least a fraction of the horror that the hero experienced inside the oblivion gate because he bore witness to the siege of kvatch.

nothing would come of these feelings he had. nothing could.

until the night before they’re to arrive at weynon priory, he hears the hero mutter his name in their sleep. so softly at first, that he could have been hearing things. but then when the hero repeats themselves, a few minutes later… well, perhaps his situation wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. he can’t help the grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he closes his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of his hero’s breath.

[crowfatherd]

I WANT OUT

full ver down here because i thought the close up captured the claustrophobic feeling of the scene better but also....... i needed you to see the pose.......

[eaissilyy]

Family canvas

[ningadudexx]

stuff i made before i got sick.,,,.. i dont really like these but its ok we live and learn....,, expect dogman posting soon . i have been going INSANE over dogman i love dogman so much