#MY THOUGHTS ARE SAD BEFORE WORK.

[fenharel-babe]

Watching a video for my art class and learned that frescos are meant to not fade over time.

So the fact that Solas paints frescos makes me very emotional when I put my own twist on it and think about it.

He knows he’s going to leave once Corypheus is defeated, he knows he’s going to be destroying the world and betraying all of his friends, he KNOWS these things. In his mind, they’re set in stone, something he cannot abandon, something he will not abandon.

But he won’t forget it. I like to imagine in the world he’s imagining, he still wont let the inquisition and everything be forgotten. He paints the actions the inquisition does and may even write about it somewhere. He creates it to serve as a memory in the future about the past. The sacrifices and choices made.

Then, my mind turns to Solavellan. I can see Lavellan visiting him in the rotunda, asking him to show her what he’s working on and he does so with joy. He’s so happy someone else likes the things he does, and he works harder on them in the future. He wants to impress her, to make her happy, to remind her of everything she has done in their journey. Once Corypheus is defeated, they’re complete. The only thing missing, is the painting of Corypheus’s defeat.

He couldn’t be there to paint it, to make that memory never forgotten.

But…I like to believe he would paint a fresco somewhere in a temple or in his hideout or somewhere he knows people will go in the future. He paints the Corypheus defeat, and in the foreground he shows lavellan almost glowing. She’s in so much detail you can tell he spent so long working on it. She’s the center of the piece, not Corypheus. And near her are her friends from the inquisition. They’re detailed to keep their image in history, but still, she outshines the rest. It’s so clear which one the Dread Wolf favored. It only fuels the rumors of he and the inquisitor having a romantic relationship.

And then maybe, just maybe, he makes a smaller painting for himself. Small enough to fit in a little frame. It’s only them. No enemies, no battles on the horizon, no armor covered in blood, no tears from the sacrifices she had to make, nothing to show fear or hatred, she doesn’t hide her gaze to remove his guilt, it’s just them together. He had no right to call her his heart anymore, he didn’t understand how she still loved him.

But he was grateful for it.

He paints the future he wished he could’ve had. The future he could have if he stayed by her side, stayed by the inquisition and didn’t betray them. But he had, and he believed he couldn’t go back. This future could only exist in the painting he kept for himself, the one nobody else would find. And it would keep a small bit of peace in him regardless of the outcome of the future.

[pachimation]

an 8 page comic about childe visiting scaramouche after the sumeru archon quest

[demigod-of-the-agni]

A DEVIL REBORN

Happy Halloween!!! A detailed ID will be placed under the cut (it's close to being 1K i could literally post this to Ao3)

p1. ड्याम्म (dyamma) - Nepali for "(feeling) full", "hitting something"

p3. Chutiya - Hindi for "idiot", "moron" and other related insults

p5. க்ரீச் (kreech) - Tamil onomatopoeia describing scraping/screeching sounds

[Extended Image ID: DYAMMA! Slamming his hands on a table, Achanba Okram finds himself in the darkness of his laboratory. He is wearing black clothes and a white lab coat on top, and has a bowl cut with rectangular glasses.

His thoughts whirl within boxes that are coloured gold and are outlined with red; they put a voice to the uneasy feelings Okram knows are stirring inside of him. The thought boxes read:

With Pavitr gone, I finally have time to string my thoughts together. Half-drowned answers bleed out of my pores. Coalescing like some great, abysmal creature of unknown origin.

Bracing his hands against the table, Okram is acutely aware of his body, of the gaping holes in his back that bubble with demonic energy. His thoughts narrate, My body quakes when I begin to question, wracked with paranoia. With dread, as if the idea of what I had to face was unbearable.

The holes in back — four of them, spaced evenly from each other — begin to ooze golden liquid, hot like fire and viscous like tar.

And yet, Okram thinks, I felt it all the same: that crawling, scintillating horror of my reality. Of my tainted flesh and blood. My being here is the work of demonic forces.

Golden arms, fluid yet bony, powered by some otherworldly thing, unravel from the void in his back. They flounder and expand around him, filling the lab with a cold glow. The fingers are tipped with talons, and, if he looked hard enough, Okram swears they are edged with blood.

I died years ago, Okram thinks. I lost my humanity to the fire of the devil's madness. Thus, the question remains: what is the future of Achanba Okram, a DEVIL REBORN?

The lights of the lab suddenly brighten, and Okram hears him before he sees him. His arms register the presence of the other person, immediately unraveling and slipping out of reality. Just outside, Pavitr Prabhakar's voice calls, "HEY, DOCTOR OKRAM! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was abysmal today."

Pavitr's entrance catches Okram by surprise, and he stutters out, "PAVITR?! You- ah- you have one of your shifts today?"

His thoughts reprimand him, You CHUTIYA! Pavitr always has his shifts on Tuesdays!

Pavitr is unaware of Okram's turmoil, sauntering into the laboratory while hefting up a white plastic bag. He's wearing a black and white flannel shirt, and he has circular earrings. Pavitr's eyes are trained on the bag in his hand. He answers Okram's question with, "Yeah, I do. I, uh, got a little hungry along the way (I'm always so hungry)." Pavitr whispers the last part as he lifts the bag up. He continues, "so I went and bought some vada pav, and—"

He suddenly pauses, his eyes locking onto Okram. He can't tell what is going beyond Pavitr's eyes, but the other man's analysing gaze unnerves Okram to a degree beyond description.

(In Pavitr's POV: his Spider-Sense was just triggered. Red and gold squiggly lines emanate from and surround his head in a halo.)

Pavitr lowers the bag slightly in concern. "Uhm," Pavitr says "are you okay, Doctor?"

Dread and fear floods Okram's system. Suddenly he is hyperaware of everything in the room, including the golden arm that has sprouted from his back and was lying on the workbench behind him, right in Pavitr's line of sight.

Play dumb! Okram's mind screams at him. Accordingly, Okram replies, a tad too tightly, "Of course I am, Pavitr! Why wouldn't I be?"

KREECH. The golden arm scrapes its taloned fingers across the table, no doubt giving away its location.

Okram chuckles nervously, sweating almost immediately, at which his mind howls, Not that dumb!

Pavitr narrows his eyes at Okram and at the golden arm on the workbench. "Are those...demonic arms?" he asks Okram, a shadow crossing his face.

(In Pavitr's POV: In the back of his mind, Pavitr sees a vague and faded image forming in response to seeing the arms. He remembers Doctor Octopus, the man with two extra sets of arms who had attacked him many years ago; he was one of the first villains Pavitr fought as Spider-Man. But... Doctor Octopus died a long time ago. Perhaps...?)

"Oh, Doctor..."

Pavitr's gaze softens as he asks, "Are you being haunted by demons? Have you been attacked by them? Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry this has been happening to you. I can't imagine how stressful this is for you." A moment, and then, "Do you want to talk about?"

Okram hides his face in his hands, quickly responding, "No, I'm alright, Pavitr."

Pavitr walks forward, placing his bag down and reaching down to place a reassuring hand on Okram's shoulder. "But, Doctor, men of your generation have ignored their mental health for too long."

"Yes, I know," Okram sighs.

"It'll be okay, Doctor," Pavitr promises, "we can figure something out!"

"And what?" Okram asks somewhat sarcastically. "You will be here with me 'every step of the way'?"

"One hundred percent!" Pavitr says.

Behind them, one of Okram's demonic arms reaches out to peer at Pavitr and Okram; if an arm could be happy, it certainly was. The arm is seemingly pleased with Pavitr's helpful and understanding nature. /.End ID]

[bagelqaq]

i thought this fits them pretty well hehe

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

due to things lining up Horribly, no stream this weekend! and maybe not the next, either!

[pistachions]

Sometimes I wonder if I was ever normal abt the dwampyverse but then I remember in middle school this guy (who i was irrationally scared of for no reason) asked me if I liked pnf BUUT he used a LOT of past tense lmao (i used to love it, it was my favourite when i was younger ... etc) so I panicked cuz obviously I STILL like it so I did a harsh straight never seen pnf. And kept up this WHOLE thing irl for at least 4 years until I remembered that I don't even talk to him anymore and nothing was stopping me from going back lmao

[tls123]

i know wei wuxian is first pick as god/personification of death etc. etc. (duh, perfect choice, so sexy) but i would like to propose jiang cheng for the part. in the same way elizabeth swann is death from that one post about her kisses damning the men she loves

in the way everything he touches and everything he loves seems to be doomed (sect, parents, sister, brother)

wei wuxian as life!!! as god of life!!! coming back, unkillable. life giving (core transfer, wen ning, etc.)*

jin ling doesn't die because at the end of the story, at the guanyin temple, wei wuxian is there too. to protect him the same way he protected jiang cheng

and this is why he (wei wuxian) has to go back to being yunmeng jiang's head disciple, in this essay i will—

*i'm not saying he lives well, but he lives! he fucking claws and crawls and fights his way out of the burial mounds, he just doesn't fucking quit** you know what i mean

**until he does, but that's a choice he makes.

[dani-the-goblin]

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[bunnihearted]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[worstloki]

prize for least genre aware protagonist 👑

[sevenines]

i wish, really really wish that ronaldo and lars’ shared past was further explored. to me, a follow up episode alone would have made horror club one of the best! their old friendship clearly wasn’t looked over by the staff either, one look at raven molisee’s poshmark tells you just how much he loved young lars and “ronnie”. i always think about the effects of storyboarders leaving; the crew always talked about how collaborative the whole process was, so i can only wonder if those “championing” for more of their fav character(s) took away that passion with them as they left.

unrelatedly, ronaldo x lighthouse gem is a very funny concept.

[wewontbesleeping]

officially on vacation (don't leave until wednesday, but no more work!) and i'm happy happy happy BUT it's also like. there is some stuff happening at work that i'm soooo nosy about and i don't want to have to wait until i come back to hear about it lmfao.

[bisexuallsokka]

every song is about divorced zukka unless it is about being happy. then it is about zukka before the divorce.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(