#on unrelenting rotation

[ao3userforgets]

the john pov clegan fic has uhhh begun. here is the product of the possession i’m currently suffering.

“When John first sees Gale, his lone star eyes and his young face, his thoughts run clear for the first time in his life. Every clamouring noise is cut out, any trace of chatter gone blessedly quiet. All that’s left, then, suspended in crystalline clarity, ringing clean and sharp as a bell, echoing like assured footfalls on the open paths of his life, is a knowing he’s been waiting for all this time.

There you are, it says. I thought I was alone.

I am going to love you.”

[blinkblonkblegh]

The fact I can perfectly read text in the voices of every Hunter:the parenting character speaks volumes of the vocal direction from the team. Now I get to hear Kitten and Markus argue about biochemistry when I get bored reading my text book.

[italyveneziano]

Old redraw of an even older drawing ☺️ They are the father and son ever. To me (please don't tag as ship!)

[medi-bee]

[dippin--dotty]

what's wrong with these fucking guys. thank god i'm the only normal person here. /ref

[whoblewboobear]

Stardiamond is such a cunty last name for no reason at all

[fatedroses]

I don't know why my brain presented me with this, but you saying Adventure Zenos was just this unkillable/invulnerable brawler just made me go "A yes, Hilibrand if he had a turn with the braincell" and now I can't unseen it.

It’s okay, I can’t unsee it either, that thought has cursed me since EW, because I would die for Zenos to be the “Straight Man” for a Hildibrand quest akin to how WoL was, or to go toe to toe with Godbert. I’ll also admit, it doesn’t help for me either that I write Adventurer Zenos’ fighting style (one day I’ll figure out how to portray it in my art eventually) based on street brawling and greek wrestling, so Godbert running around drop kicking robots hasn’t helped that thought for me either lol.

[lucien-aventine]

I found your webcomic today and I am very much in love with it! All the chacters seem very fun and unique and that panel when Lucien comes into the Canopy and says ENOUGH has been on my mind since I read it. It is such an awesome moment! I look foward to seeing more your oc, art, comic on my dash. I hope you have a lovely day!

AAAUHRDGUHIuswh Oh my-- this was such a lovely message to wake up to. Literally made my whole day THANK YOUUU! It means a lot to know that people like my lil blorbos and the situations I put them in

Also that specific moment, I actually really enjoyed coloring and making the VFX for so I'm glad to see it had its intended effect xD

Without Shading <- | -> With Shading

[off-mozzarella]

Lately I've been thinking how weird it is that I very rarely dream (or remember dreaming) about the things I think about 24/7

Well, today I dreamt about the LU guys going to prison and if that isn't the funniest shit 😭

[what-is-it-to-be-pk-esque]

Something I love about Astarion is how unwilling he is to dwell and ruminate on the past. You can see it in all of his dialogue surrounding breakups, or your character turning into an illithid, several dialogues around Cazador. Obviously clear as day in his spawn epilogue and graveyard scene too

Man is always thinking about his present, accepting things as they are, and creating his future and it's just inspiring to see that

[litany-writes]

and if i blacked out and wrote a 1k blurb of a harry potter/hogwarts legacy f1 au then what...

[kirider]

First thought seeing this tag was Momo doing this to someone:

It's healthy sibling behaviour to bite your brothers

[oyasleepy]

kylian rpg portrait sort of thang

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[gemharvest]

I'm glad you're here.

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Holy shit. Karl RGBFverse drabble. wtfffff

This was not planned. I did not think I would actually write anything for RGBFverse and idk if I'll ever do something like this again, but something said in the demon core was driving me Insane (/pos) and I needed to get it out. And the only way to properly get it out was writing, so enjoy. :)

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A gentle, yet heavy, weight wrapped around a smaller body, holding the other. Holding him. It made the smaller feel soft; warmed his heart– though he still wouldn’t admit that.

Beef didn’t notice how he shook, lightly but still noticeable, more focused on his relief that Yourself was there at all. God, he was so happy the other was there. Had he a more sober mind, he probably would have realized YS brought him to his couch because he thought something was wrong; that it was an attempt to comfort him.

Maybe he was right, that something was wrong. His nightmare (Had it been a nightmare? Even now, it felt so real…) still fresh in his mind. But that wasn't why he came here. He wasn’t really looking for comfort– though still soaked up the attention regardless.

In truth, his worries had been dissuaded when his text was responded to. He didn't need to have come here; didn't need this hug. Sure, he was shaking, but he had been wound up by a bad dream while high. It was inevitable he’d take a bit longer to fully calm down.

What he really wanted was to just be there with YS. To appreciate his presence after being presented with a reality without it. He wanted Yourself to know he appreciated him, even if it required him being vulnerable; soft. He wasn't the one receiving a hug, at least in his mind– he was giving it.

A song wormed its way into Beef’s inebriated mind. Something he had only found recently. And really, it was a miracle he had found it at all. It was something on the slower side, something Beef didn't tend to seek out often, but it had slid itself into his recommendations the other night and the title piqued his interest. Something about ghosts, he vaguely remembered.

Not his usual style, but it captivated him.

Captivated him, and reminded him of someone– someone he clung to right now. Slow, and maybe a bit eerie, but still upbeat. Hopeful. He'd have to play it for him sometime, though he didn't want to break up their embrace to share it right now.

Without thinking, he started to hum its melody out loud. It took him a few moments to even realize what he was doing, that the sound was actually coming from him. He just assumed he was imagining it vividly again. While he'd normally be embarrassed doing something like that– he was getting more comfortable, but not yet that comfortable –he was still high enough to not really care.

It seemed the other party didn't mind, either; Beef feeling Yourself droop on top of him.

Just as he hadn't intended on humming, he wasn't meaning to make YS doze off– but that didn't mean it wasn't a good thing. They were all at least somewhat aware by now that he hardly got sleep, so him resting around any of them was a net positive.

Besides, his dozing meant Beef could keep hugging him without worrying about it getting awkward. Maybe he was a bit greedy for wanting so much time with him out of nowhere, but fuck it. YS’s consequence for pulling him into his family of selves. Should have thought about that before reaching out to other selves who had the capacity to be clingy little shits.

Beef hummed the tune more consciously now that he was aware it was relaxing Yourself; nuzzling in further himself as he did.

Slowly, YS drifted more and more, leaning further onto Beef in the process; which the smaller didn't mind at all. Maybe he couldn't quite relate to Yourself’s craving for warmth, but he could relate to how pressure soothed him. Especially the pressure of a loved one. Maybe he was still scared of admitting it, but that’s what YS was.

He really just wanted to sit there with appreciative thoughts, starting to drift off himself as both the embrace and the weed still in his system lulled him.

Unfortunately, his ADHD wasn’t going to let things be that easy– his mind wandering almost immediately. The more he thought about YS, of how much he appreciated the other being in his life, the more he was brought back to his dream.

A reality without YS. Not just without him, but one where he was dead.

In his dream, he had intended to go see YS– for what reason, he could no longer recall (though that implied he usually had a reason to visit) –but… something went wrong. The mirror-walking must have messed up, because everything felt off. It was YS’s apartment, but nothing looked right. And there was someone there, but it wasn’t YS, and then… they told him. It freaked him out so much, the next thing he remembered was waking up on his couch. Clearly a nightmare, but… it had felt so real, he-

He was glad it was just a dream. The knowledge of YS’s plan was still fresh in his mind, so his subconscious must've just warped it into a dream. That’s how that kind of thing usually happened. He was bothered by how clear everything remained in his mind, even while intoxicated, but it would fade.

That's just how bad dreams were, right? vivid for a little bit after, before being shaken off.

In his moment of derailment, Beef had stopped humming– though the limp body around him didn't seem to notice. That was good, that he had managed to drift off. He deserved rest.

The way his own eyes started to droop told him he wasn't far from it himself, but he wasn't paying much attention to himself. Not only was it hard for him to pay attention to that kind of thing while high, a ghostly glow drew his eyes.

Wings. Or at least, the ghost of them. He had seen them before, though he had ignored the sight back then. Forced it out, really, as he felt guilty for seeing them.

Right now though… he stared. Took note of how they seemed to wrap around him, like one pair of arms wasn't enough to hold him. Like he needed to be shielded in the other's grasp.

It was weird, how they were gone yet still remained in some form– outside of the scarred bumps on his back. Weirder probably for the one who lost them.

Beef wondered if Yourself was aware his wings still appeared, though he had doubts. Both times he had seen them now, YS hadn't been fully conscious– first lost in a trauma response, and now lost in peaceful sleep. It seemed they were something that showed when out of his control. How many others had seen them?

He briefly thought about asking, but even while high he could tell that probably wasn't a good idea. Beef had done enough prodding already. No, his curiosity could take a backseat and instead he'd just enjoy it as a quirk to the other. The way their presence now implied YS’s care for him (that still felt strange, and not because they were the same person), so it couldn't be a bad sign.

Eyes finally feeling too heavy, Beef shifted to bury his face in YS’s chest. A nap wouldn’t hurt.

Part of him worried about having another bad dream, but other thoughts drowned that out as his breathing slowed. He'd be fine, because his big brother was there, in his arms (he didn't think about how it was him being wrapped around). If the dream repeated, he would wake and see he was fine.

Hopefully he would be sober by the time he woke up too. Fuck, he was not going to test his limits like that again.

[archvictoria]

little guys....