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damn, I inhaled that text within a minute, I swear, and then about twenty more times while I was taking a bus home :D

holy sh!t, shit is so good, so in-character, I love every single detail you used here, how you built the situation in general, this is so goddamn yummy, ahh////🫠✨

it's gonna he on my mind for like next three weeks, thank you for this wonderful treat! :з

I wanna draw them so bad now..💔

Jesko(Eddie)/Dreamer

17... to distract

you know what to do :}

"That's cheating!"

"How?" The Dreamer drops his tail with a puzzled expression.

"Because it's attached to you! You can move it!" Eddie brandishes his jump rope like a threat - not that the Dreamer can see it. It's wholly imaginary.

The Dreamer looks from Eddie's empty fist to his own tail and back again. "Not really. I mean it's attached, but I can't really move it like that." He gestures down at where it lies on the ground as though simply holding still proves no force on earth could move it. "It feels fairer than just a pretend one," he reasons. "How do I know you're even keeping proper count?"

"Because I don't lie."

The Dreamer frowns in consideration. It's a strong argument. Still. "What if we both use my tail? That way we can both count, and if I move it then we both win."

Eddie scrutinizes him but can't seem to find fault with this idea. He brightens into a grin. "Deal! Here, I'll hold the end, you hold closer to you, there we go..."

There's an extended navigation and detangling of limbs until they're arranged nose to nose with the Dreamer's tail looped behind Eddie's ankles.

"Okay, ready? One!"

They count out their hops together, slowly at first, then faster and faster as they get the hang of it.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen..."

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..." The Dreamer is getting winded and Eddie looks up at him, aghast.

"How did you get ahead of me?"

"Did I?" The Dreamer looks down at their feet as the keep on jumping. "Wait, was that twenty-one? Twenty-two, twenty-three..."

"But I'm only on eighteen! How are you doing that?!"

But the Dreamer can't answer and keep up with his count at the same time, his eyes fixed on their feet, his tail a blue blur whipping around them in an endless repetition. At a loss for how else to stop this madness, Eddie interrupts him with a prompt smooch on the lips.

Shock is written all over the Dreamer's face when he looks up at Eddie, his count promptly forgotten. Eddie seizes on his chance.

"Twenty-nine, thirty! Ha! New record!"

He whoops in triumph and drops the tail to embrace the Dreamer, whirling them both in a circle, and stunned though he is the Dreamer is thrilled to be caught up in the dance.

Send me a ship and a number and I’ll write a kiss!

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Mermay 2025 (11-20) by Christophe Young

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I love taking off my glasses while I’m studying and rubbing my eyes and then looking into the distance like a tortured academic

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gonna reblog it here cause it looks hella good :}

Couldn't resist filling this out when i could get a perfect bingo. ;3 Though I guess we'd have to have a contest to see if I could out-drink you.

*bro got absolutely bamboozled and flabbergasted and embarrassed himself even more*

ooc: using this as an excuse to draw this femme fatale♥ @spacepiratericky

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this is what happens to my Cryptid's blog rn tbh (aside from that I'm generally out of time lol)

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не то чтобы я была против отношений как таковых. иногда мне даже кажется, что я хочу их. представляю себе идеального партнера, с которым мне будет легко, интересно, комфортно. который будет меня понимать, поддерживать, любить. но потом я вспоминаю, какая я на самом деле. рассеянная, забывчивая, эгоистичная, упрямая и невыносимая. как я буду заботиться о ком-то ещё, если я едва справляюсь с собой? я просто не уверена, что смогу потянуть партнерские обязанности. что смогу стать для кого-то хорошим партнером. что смогу дать ему то, что ему нужно. и тогда меня охватывает паника. я думаю: "господи, никаких отношений в этой жизни". наверное, я просто боюсь. боюсь открыться, довериться, полюбить. боюсь, что меня отвергнут, предадут, разочаруют или банально не поймут

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it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

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me: i wanna talk about my ocs

someone: ok tell me about your ocs

me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them

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aw shit, this made me remember how I wanted to try and main the Cenobite in dbd but my skill level and strategic abilities are just not on the level of this character, so it basically went like this :')

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My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."

I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."

So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."

So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.

And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he is—or rather who he was.

Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.

And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.

And then poof!

He waves them into non-existence.

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Irving Ramsey Wiles - Russian Tea (ca. 1896)

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Henri Biva (1848 - 1928) 

Villeneuve-l'Étang embrumé

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tumblr mutuals passing around the same 3 posts for 2 hours

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can't ever have enough of them..💙

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