#Before After Out Of Place

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

get your own print here ❤️

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[salamispots]

do you think Link's used the master sword to chop up veggies

[after-out-of-place]

DD - Out Of Place

DD was sitting in her little cubby behind the scenes of the club. Tonight was exhausting, and her body felt sore. She couldn't wait to wash all those dirty fingerprints off her. A sigh left her lips as her coworker came in. "Yo, DD, did you hear about this new place?" DD looked up at her in the mirror. "It’s gonna be the new hottest place around, at least that's what they say. It's going to be bear themed? It seems the owner has a soft spot for them ever since-" DD tuned her out, that sounded like more work, and she was done for tonight. She got up, grabbing her necessities. As the hot water came over her, she began scrubbing away at her skin. No matter how much she showered before, during or after her work, she was always feeling dirty. She really needed an out, but what could she do? She couldn't read, write, or really do much else. Not only that, but she was good at ‘serving’ people in all types of ways. That's what she knew and could keep a safe emotional distance from. Most creatures were filthy, not much to redeem themselves with but the money in their pocket. It felt a lot like home in that sense, only this time she got to keep the money. "So what's it gonna be DD? You gonna join us to the club after work?" DD snapped back to where she was, seeing her skin slightly red from the scrubbing. "No, I'm not going." "Always the Ice Queen, huh?"

DD stepped out, wrapping herself in a towel. She stared at the clothing she had gathered here in the back. The owner let her keep it here, for some small favors in return. Her favourite bodysuit was slowly falling apart, it had served her well on the streets, but the ratty piece of clothing was too much to hide from potential customers. Another sigh and the bodysuit left its hanger and landed in the trash. Now what? Her eyes went to a little Blue dress she just got as a gift from a client. It might do the trick. Putting it on and giving herself a small once over, she left out the back, right as more coworkers came in. Wandering the streets, driving towards no goal at all, hearing the whistles of strangers she would rather not meet. It was then when a slightly blinking neon light caught her eyes. She hadn't seen it before, then again she was normally still working at this hour. Slowly, she stopped near the sign. ‘Out of place’. Well ain't that the invite she needed. Maybe it would give her a better clientele as well, wouldn't hurt to try. DD opened the door only to be greeted by a statue looking at her from behind the jukebox, playing a slightly odd tune. Making her way to the bar, seeing the people here and made sure to be seen if needed. When she laid her eyes on the bartender, ready to get her mocktail, she was silently taken aback by their skin colour. It was really similar to hers, as was their way of dressing, familiar to the way they did back home. Maybe she wasn't that alone after all? It’s when they said: ‘You look like you ain’t from ‘round here’ she let the fleeting hope go.

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[decarbry]

heroes always stop

[doctorsiren]

I’ve been playing Investigations (I’m on the last case)

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[stuckinapril]

It really is so true that you never know what someone’s going through behind closed doors. I’ve made being gentle and kind my default bc I’ve had super put together friends disclose the most harrowing time of their lives to me and it’s like oh?? You were going through that???? I would’ve never guessed

[linktoo-doodles]

dig me up, let me go

[ghost-proofbaby]

im tucked into bed and it’s raining and im just thinking about softly threading your fingers through astarion’s hair, careful to slow down for any knots (that he would deny ever existed in the first place), his head heavy on your chest. he doesn’t sleep. he doesn’t really need this. none of those deep and soothing breaths of his will ever devolve into soft snores. his eyes are fluttered shut by choice, not necessity. he could be doing so much more with these dark hours — wandering the streets, hunting for blood, seeing the world even if it’s no longer in color like he’d experienced with the tadpole. precious time void of sunlight he should be taking full advantage of.

but he’d rather be here, with you. in bed.

because he didn’t fall in love with the world, even basked in sunlight and a realm of possibilities presented to him.

no, he fell in love with you.

you, with a smile that outshone the sun even on your dimmest days. you, with eyes brighter than the entirety of the galaxy’s stars. you, who’d found a way to sink warmth beneath his skin that he hadn’t felt for over two centuries. a warmth he may have never even been acquainted with, in all honesty. he can’t remember. he doesn’t care to remember.

the world can wait.

for right now, astarion just wants his love. there will be an eternity to rediscover what the night has to offer — there is no guarantee of how long you’ll offer him this shelter between your arms.

it’s enough. you’re enough. astarion has a choice for the first time in a very long time, and he’s going to choose you.

[why-the-heck-not]

20.12.23, wednesday

My main hobby is just procrastinating in any way I can. The plan was to make a cup of coffee and then start working. What actually happened is that I watched a 3 part video series (by james hoffmann ofc) on Aeropress coffee and made a few cups with different variables. Still not sure if I found The Recipe for me, but it’s getting better (tho I don’t love the coffee beans I have)

[introspectivememories]

sorry but do you ever think about the fact that the bernard we have today is a direct amalgamation of everything that happened in his past and i know that sound like such an obvious statement to say but it actually kills me to know that you can draw a direct line from who he is today all the way back to that sixteen year old boy who watched his best friend bleed out. like it is the defining moment in his life. it fundamentally shaped who he is and the person he's become. he is the bernard we know and love not despite the grieves shooting but because of it. because the gangs all got together and shot up his school. because tim walked out of that room with nothing but a baseball bat. because his darla got shot. because he watched her gasp and cry as she died. because he watched the blood coagulate around the wound. because he sat there and held her hand as her life drained out of her. because he walked into school that day with a joke he knew would make her laugh and her nose would scrunch up and she'd snort a little and tim would roll his eyes at him and call him ridiculous and instead he walked out with a bloody white shirt, blood under his fingernails, and two friends less. because, even now, almost half a decade out from the shooting, he thinks that if he closes his eyes, he will always be that stupid, scared little sixteen year old, holding the cooling body of dead best friend.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[turtleblogatlast]

[ cw: dismemberment / ]

I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)

I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.