15 yo caster sugar still in the cupboard, a cologne he hasn't worn since his early 20s, the furby he's had since before Dan was born. This is grounds for an intervention.
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WIP Wednesday: Nash Equilibrium
A Tashi POV, through canon car crash. I’m still finding my footing in it but excited to see here it goes!
Dating Patrick Zweig was a stupid idea.
Tennis had her entire life up in strings — her future, her family, it's everything she’s worked for and the only thing she loved. Patrick was caught there too, if she wanted to admit to that, but then she’d have to be frustrated with him, and getting frustrated meant she cared, and the deal she gave herself was that she could do whatever she wanted as long as her heart wasn’t in it.
The joy of Patrick was that he was low maintenance. He was barely around for one thing, and when he wasn’t all he seemed to want from her was to answer the phone, to be someone to talk to when Art wasn’t available. It was a new kind of feeling, not being needed, hanging around someone who just wanted her for her company.
Tashi hadn’t fully understood what Art liked about Patrick — what someone so quiet and considered could get out of the company of someone so chaotic, so loud — until they’d hung out alone. Sitting on the curb of a parking lot, ice cream dripping down their hands, Tashi discovered that being the singular object of Patrick’s attention felt a bit like being on drugs, or what Tashi imagined drugs would be like.
He had an odd sort of awareness, some strange kind of noticing. Everyone always asked her about tennis, and she liked being asked about tennis, but Patrick seemed way more concerned about who she was outside of that. He’d also taken her fingers into his mouth, one by one, and sucked them clean with a kind of intention that went right to her spine.
She’d hooked up with other people — had a few messy back seat makeouts, tried the under the clothes fondling behind the bleachers thing, spent a whole summer at a tennis sleepaway camp kissing Stephanie Mason, sticky strawberry lip gloss and all — but there had never been anyone serious before, though she’d never call Patrick serious about anything. It was more that she’d never met anyone she really, really wanted to fuck.
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Alright alright alright! Speedrun time so I can finish this run, finish the Act 3 write up, and start posting the Shadowheart origin fic. Did quite a bit all in one day, so let's gooooo.
Went to the sewers and found Nine Fingers Keene, someone on my list of NPC's who absolutely should be kissable but isn't cause Larian is full of cowards!
Went to the bank and found this guy.
Followed his stench right on back to the sewers. But unfortunately Jaheira got, *cough*, left behind at Moonrise so Minsc also got, uuuhhhhhh, left behind.
Unfortunately, a civil war broke out between the Guild and the Zhent. Sided with the Guild cause, who wouldn’t. Although, Minthara had some ideas about what to do with the undesirables once we take over the city. Always the little schemer she is.
Met some weirdos!
Met a pirate who had quite a thing for Minthara. I mean, "Captain Grizzly" was laying down that rizz HARD. But, can we blame her?
Killed Lora and returned to the Captain. Surprise, it's Ethel! Don't care, gimme my money. Also got an ally with a very useful skill for the most annoying fight later. *Minthara approves*.
Shadowheart went home and met her mother. Poor girl was boutta cry! Also had some pretty triggering memories while going through the cloister.
It has been so long since I've made Shadowheart go down the Selunite path that I forgot how much of a pain in the ass the House of Grief fight was. I wanted to rip my skin off the entire time! I spent thirty minutes watching Minthara and Shadowheart get blinded over and over and then have their asses beat. I actually had to go pull out the hirelings. Holy shit, I fucking hate the Sharrans! If you ever need a good reason to have Shadowheart go down the DJ path, this bullshit of a lineup is a good damn reason!
Viconia, on the ground, begging for mercy. Shadowheart did not care what happened and wanted Viconia to embrace loss. Minthara said "fuck your mother and fuck your mercy" and killed Shadowheart's mother. Gah, what a romantic she is!
I HATE SHAR! I HATE SHAR SO DAMN MUCH! FORGET THE DEAD THREE, LARIAN, LEMME KILL SHAR! THERE ARE VERY FEW THINGS I CONSIDER TO BE TRULY EVIL AND SHAR IS MOST DEFINITELY ONE OF THEM!
The price of freedom is never free...
What a whirlwind of a day. Fought in a civil war between thieves, ran into some old enemies, and Shadowheart went through one of the most traumatizing things in her life and killed every parental figure she’s ever had in a span of ten minutes! But, that’s okay. Minthara made her feel all better. After all, killing your parents is a rite of passage.
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i am still alive btw, blog is running on queue rn, it turns out i have the entire third act of lachrimae to write but i am DETERMINED to get through it asap
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your tartag art has me feeling like your banner. hes a little boy hes a freak hes just a girl hes a deep sea specimen he needs to be exterminated and contained. you draw the realest version of him in my heart
OUUUUH anon you are too kind … i never really know how to articulate childe’s character in my head, or outside of it really. but i think that might just be part of having a favorite character and then hitting them repeatedly over the head with the autism bat. either way i am SO GLAD YOU ENJOY!
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((Can I just say that it's not hard to imagine at some point after the whole thing with the Cyber Lin Kuei factory in 11, Hanzo eventually just finds Kuai's arms around him? Like...that level of loss just hits you eventually, and I have a hard time imagining him not ultimately comforting him. Not just bc Hanzo clearly does care about him, but also because he knows on this raw level that he's in a position to give Kuai something that he himself had so desperately needed back then.))
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Had the other MK kombatants (at least the ones that knew about Hanzo's tragic story) empathized and cared about the state of Hanzo's being, I truly believe the horrendous outcome of MKX could have been prevented. Still, in the end, it was Hanzo's own responsibility to control his emotions and not act to impulsively, disregarding the dreadful and dismal consequences of his actions (killing the Revenants for good, Shinnok roaming about with his nihilistic darkness, risking other Earthrealm warriors dying, etc.), but it was that helpless loss of everything he held dear in his heart and soul that caused him to act irrationally.
Grandmaster Hasashi in MK11 is still coping with grief and loss, and he has grown a lot in terms of his character as he developed more patience, intelligence, and self-sacrifice. Since bereavement being the most intense form of grief and mourning, Hanzo is extremely familiar of the waves of intense and very difficult emotions, ranging from profound sadness, emptiness, and despair to shock, numbness, guilt, or regret. Also, it isn’t obviously limited to emotional responses, either. Grief at the death of a loved one can also trigger physical reactions, including weight and appetite changes, difficulty sleeping, aches and pains, and an impaired immune system leading to illness and other health problems.
He's experienced every one of those symptoms, and even when Hanzo doesn't necessarily sympathize with spoken words, he realizes how devastating and acute the excruciating pain is when he comforts Kuai Liang. The only way to deal with grief and loss is to GRIEVE, and Hanzo knows for a fact that Kuai will have to find a way to come to terms with his loss, and that way is to actively face the pain and many intense and unexpected emotions.
At that moment in time in the Cyber Lin Kuei quarry, they had a mission to complete, and they both could not let anything get in their way of preventing from stopping further cyberization - the kidnapping of the Lin Kuei warriors and possibly of the others, if they were to be left alone - so they didn't let their focus dwindle away, but I too, can imagine that they would have had a deep, intimate conversation; reflecting on their unique context and meaning.
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