Tumgik
#Yeeeeeeeeees look at this!
tapakah0 · 8 months
Note
There was something about how you drew Raph in that last comic that reminded me of something and i finally realised what it is
It's when dogs do that long suffering huff/sigh and look at you out of the corner of their eye to see if you're paying attention to them
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
And while i know that's not what he's doing there i now have the image in my head of him doing that to his brothers, like Donnies absorbed in his work so he sits on the floor and rests his chin on the desk and sighs heavily until Dee stops working or something
Tbh i can see any of the brothers doing that actually
YEEEEEEEEEES HIM!!! *JUMPS AROUND*
190 notes · View notes
boo-simplified · 10 days
Note
Okay!
Is it okay if you do a chibi of Ishi :>
You can add anything that goes with it I don't mind :>
Here's the ref if you forgot what she looks like again
Tumblr media
Yeeeeeeeeee
Tumblr media
She’s so cute!! :D
13 notes · View notes
tobiasdrake · 2 months
Text
A hopeless confrontation with a hopeless demon.
Tumblr media
Quarble, he's too fast. I've tried to dodge and weave and watch for openings but he nails me every time. No matter what I do, it's like he's right there, waiting for me to do it. I can't get away from him.
Tumblr media
"Look, man. This is just a job. I'm not your therapist. Figure it out or don't."
Tumblr media
You really don't have any ideas? You don't know anything or... have any suggestions I can use here?
How am I supposed to beat this guy, Quarble? Eleven times. He's gutted me eleven times. Yeah, okay, lesson learned about underestimating people, but I've been trying really hard. Was I wrong to think I could actually do this?
Maybe he was right. Maybe I'm at my limit. Maybe... this is where my journey ends.
Tumblr media
"...push... through...."
Tumblr media
Did you say something, Quarble?
Tumblr media
"Yeah, I said 'If I don't get any Time Shards soon I'm bailing. Have fun getting dissected again.'
Tumblr media
No, there was something... like a flicker....
Tumblr media
"Hallucinations may be an occasional side effect of being gruesomely butchered, revived, and butchered again repeatedly in a short time period. I say 'may be' because most people give up and accept the sweet embrace of death well before it ever gets to this point."
Tumblr media
"It's a mistake to rely on speed alone; It's too easy to push through. I figured that out early in our training. Zale learned it shortly after."
Tumblr media
We go through.
I've been letting this job get in my head. Trying to be more cautious. Trying to be mindful. But the answer was right there in the fable. I need to stop running.
Luana spent her whole life sparring with a Blade Dancer. It's a style eerily similar to Brugaves's new demon style. To the point that it almost seems like a cruel joke for Aephorul to forge him this way.
Nobody knew better than her how to counter that style. And she wrote it down. You don't run away from a Blade Dancer. You go through.
If he's too fast for you, then he may just as easily be too fast for himself. All you have to do is stand your ground and let him strike himself upon your weapon.
I've been getting in my own head. Worrying about stupid things like safety and protecting myself. When I should have been asking the obvious question from the start.
What would Luana do?
Tumblr media
Hey! Goat-licker. Imagine selling out the people who love you so you can be the Acolytes' gofer. I can't even be vindictive about it 'cause having to live like this is punishment enough.
Sure, you used to have respect, admiration, kids looking up to you with stars in their eyes, and a dedicated life-partner who'd do anything for you. But you're right, kissing the foot of a four-headed butt-chugger every morning is just as fucking good, isn't it?
You're a coward and a fool, Barma'thazel. You were barely any good as a Solstice Warrior. And now you're a bottom-feeding parasite living in a hellhole, clinging desperately to the one gift his master graced him with.
The goddess forgot about you long ago. She's over you. And I'm done running from you. Because I'm better than you.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It's called crippling overspecialization, ass-weevil. You'd think a general of an armed forces would be able to grasp a concept as basic as that. But I guess you're just too slow.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hold up. Do you mean that in the figurative sense? Like, we are all pieces in a larger game that cares nothing for winners and losers, and so in the grand scheme of things we are all doo--
Tumblr media
NOPE LITERAL SENSE VERY LITERAL SENSE GODDAMMIT
Tumblr media
SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK
WHY
WHY CAN'T I EVER JUST WIN SOMETHING
I LOOKED SO COOL BACK THERE
MY HAT WAS SET TO MAXIMUM AWESOME
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Tumblr media
YEEEEEEEEEES Holy shit, thank you prophesized Lifesaver. Wentworth, you are a sight for sore eyes.
Tumblr media
...wait, what?
...
Errors have been made. You know, I thought you looked a little small to be the colossal dragon that Luana wrote about but I just figured she'd embellished.
In any case, THANK YOU DRAGON BESTIE WOO FUCKING HOO
Let's blow this shithole and go home!
Tumblr media
*deep breath*
In your name.
7 notes · View notes
m0ther-of-p3arl · 10 months
Text
not nearly enough
(robert aeor high au p10)
masterpost
ITS BEEN TOO LONG- ok ok ok yEEEEeeEeEe im excited to post this one :000 ITS PART 10 GUYS OMG WE HIT THE DOUBLE DIGITS also 40,000 words in total in the entirety of the fic so YEYY
Before Jim came to town, Scott was… well, not fine, exactly- but he was laying low, he was safe, in a sense. He was biding his time until he could leave, until he could get out of the hellhole of a town he still lives in. He had a plan, and Jimmy interrupted that in the worst- oh, who is he kidding- best way possible.
or, its been SIX MONTHS time skip jumpscare HAHHAHAHAHA
TW: anxiety, depression, self-hatred, MAGICAL FLASHBACKS, references to past abuse, etc etc the usual
(5141 words)
And so the months pass, months of sleeping uncomfortably in Jimmy’s bed, months of trying to stay calm when he has flashbacks in the middle of the night, months of staying inside as much as he can for fear that he’ll see Father at the park or the grocery store or anywhere, really. John and Laura bought him a new phone, so at least he can still communicate with the people he relies on.
The others, Joel and Shelby and Owen, were irate when they heard that Scott was now living with Jimmy and Beks, or more so, the reason why: Scott can still remember Shubble shrieking “WHAT?!” when he told her the news, so loud he’d actually heard ringing in his ears- after the initial shock, she kept ranting for about twenty minutes straight about abusive parents and neglectfulness and yada yada yada, stuff Scott’s heard a million times before.
Owen, to contrast, stayed very quiet, the anger simmering right below his voice, just enough so that Scott could hear the hints of it, the bits of raw emotion his best friend couldn’t quite keep hidden. Joel had literally stormed over to Jimmy’s house and started yelling at everyone and everything, including Scott, Beky and her parents, and Jimmy- three different reactions from three different people, all displaying their personalities really well.
But for the most part, it’s been good living with John and Laura; they let him skip school when he needs to, John is an excellent cook (it’s so nice not having to eat peanut butter jelly sandwiches anymore) and Laura makes the second-best tea Scott’s ever drunk (first is Jimmy’s, of course.) His favorite part of his current arrangement, however, is his evening “Jimmy time,” as he’s come to think of it- every evening, he and Jimmy go down to the TV room and watch a movie, play a video game they’re both trash at, or video call Shelby and Joel.
Looking back from where he is now, it’s kind of unclear to Scott where and when Jimmy time started, but he knows it’s been going on since at least a week after he moved in. At first, he’d worried that Jimmy didn’t enjoy spending that much time with him, but the avian’s never complained and so Scott has grown accustomed to this little routine, he’s grown to enjoy the three or four hours they’ll spend together every night.
But on the more negative side of the cucumber, things are not going well with Owen. He’s drifted further and further away from the center of their group, and especially since he lives so close to Scott’s old house, they haven’t had any time to hang out just the two of them. He’s tried to text Owen a bit, but things have grown strained between him, not the easy-going friendship Scott’s so accustomed to, the friendship he relies on. Something’s shifted, and though he can’t put a finger on exactly what, he’s pretty sure it has to do with Jimmy.
Why does absolutely everything in Scott’s life always boil back down to Jimmy?
He’s still running his morning jog on the weekends, though he’s changed his route significantly so it doesn’t go anywhere near his old neighborhood, as just the possibility of seeing his father, or even the mansion, make Scott feel like he’s going to throw up. But other than this little weekly routine, Scott doesn’t spend much time outside at all.
His days are now spent in solitude, watching YouTube on his phone in Jimmy’s room or simply laying on the bed, getting lost in his anxiety and self-hatred. Often, Jimmy, Shelby, or Joel will try to invite him on an outing, but he declines every time, brushing away their worried glances and hushed comments. Most of the time, Scott is alone. And he has to admit, he kind of likes it that way.
If he’s alone, he doesn’t have to focus on the stresses of small-talk and human interaction, he doesn’t have to pretend to smile behind a curtain of self-doubt, he doesn’t have to act like he’s getting better, the way everyone expects him to. Because he’s not getting better. It’s been six months, six months, since he moved in with Jimmy- he’s almost eighteen, and Jimmy’s finally seventeen, another half of a year has gone by but nothing’s changed; he just can’t shake the beast that roils within him, the dark, biting cloud that gnaws at him from the inside out.
Jimmy’s great and all, Scott really appreciates all he’s done for him, but the simple fact of the matter is that Scott’s basically in love with the avian, and Jimmy decidedly does not reciprocate his feelings, meaning that there’s always some sort of catch when they’re hanging out. Scott can’t let himself go all the way, can’t make the same sort of raucous jokes he can with Owen, there’s always this slight weird formality between them. Not anything noticeable from an outside standpoint, but Scott sees it, and he knows Jimmy does too. It tends to make things… more difficult than necessary
He misses his best friend. Scott misses Owen, more than he’s ever missed anyone in his life. He misses the way they used to laugh at the park, he misses when they would climb trees to get away from Owen’s multitude of little sisters, he misses every fleeting moment he and his best friend have ever shared. And as much as he loves Jimmy, the avian can’t give him back the simple, platonic moments that have made up some of the best parts of his life.
Memories are a strange thing, Scott supposes as he sits alone on the bed, because though you always wish you could go back and change things, you can’t. There is no possibility, there is no feasible way that Scott could ever change the way things have worked out. But sometimes, when he’s sat alone with nothing to do, feeling the safety in boredom, he finds himself wondering what he would change if he could.
Usually, he tells himself he would’ve chosen to choose his words more carefully that fateful night when everything changed forever, he would’ve skirted around the issues and just been a good little boy. Sometimes he thinks that he wouldn’t have kissed Jimmy, sometimes, when he’s feeling really terrible, he tells himself he would’ve just made it so he doesn’t exist.
But at times like this, when he’s alone and sane and completely transparent with himself, he knows that what he would’ve changed is the fact that he even met Jimmy in the first place. And yeah, he knows it sounds weird and ungrateful but it’s true- as much as he loves and cares about the avian, Jimmy’s basically the godfather of all Scott’s struggles.
Before Jim came to town, Scott was… well, not fine, exactly- but he was laying low, he was safe, in a sense. He was biding his time until he could leave, until he could get out of the hellhole of a town he still lives in. He had a plan, and Jimmy interrupted that in the worst- oh, who is he kidding- best way possible.
Everything’s kind of gone downhill since  he met Jimmy, but he’s enjoyed almost every second of the fall, and that, right there, is a problem. Scott’s addicted to the change, he’s addicted to the presence and light the avian brings to his life, but he’s also completely drawn in by the hurt that seems to follow Jimmy like a dark haze, bringing nothing but grief to those he comes to know. 
He wryly recalls, all those months ago, mentioning to Joel how canaries are harbingers of death- but that was never the whole proverb, was it? No. If Scott remembers his mother’s stories well enough, it was “canary call, first to fall.” Mother would always speak of how Scott should never trust a canary; how they were nothing but trouble no matter what, even if it wasn’t intentional. And he supposes she’s been proven right, but also…
He doesn’t know. He just- something about him just can’t let Jimmy go. Something about the avian is just so… easy. Or it was. Before the concussion, before…
He can’t think about that. Every time it crosses his mind, their supposed kiss, Scott’s mouth goes dry and his cheeks flush, he’ll just find himself blushing at random points in the day whenever something reminds him. He wishes… he kind of wishes he could remember it. He wishes he hadn’t forgotten, he wishes Jimmy would like him, he just can't stop wishing- 
Scott just can’t stop thinking about how things could have been, the way they could have gone if only the slightest things had happened differently, but it hasn’t, it hasn’t it hasn’t it hasn’t and Scott’s starting to panic-
The door to the room creaks open, snapping Scott out of his thoughts. Speak of the devil. It’s Jimmy, and as much as Scott hates it, his whole face lights up at the avian’s presence. “Hey,” Jimmy greets, dumping his backpack on the bed. “How’s it going? I brought your homework, by the way.”
Scott tries to smile, tries to pretend he hasn’t just been thinking about all the things he wished were different, tries to pretend his brain hasn’t just been riddled with thoughts of the boy now stood in front of him. “Hey,” Scott replies, mimicking Jimmy’s nonchalant tone, just the sight of the canary stood in front of him as panic-inducing as ever, his heart beating faster than a rabbit’s. “How’d school go?”
“It was alright,” Jimmy mutters, flopping down onto the bed and spreading his limbs every which way, leaving Scott to look down at him, pulling his knees to his chest to make sure he’s not sitting on Jim’s feathers. “ELA was a beast, though- I don’t envy you having to do that homework with no context.”
Scott groans, tilting back his head to look up at the ceiling, bracing himself up with his hands behind him. “Would you help me?”
“Obviously,” Jimmy scoffs, maneuvering into a sitting position, his hand brushing momentarily against Scott’s before he wraps his arms around his knees. The warmth lingers on his frigid skin, as it always does whenever he and Jimmy touch. “But do you wanna go get food first? I’m famished, and knowing you, you’ve probably kept yourself locked up in this little room all day.” It’s true; Scott doesn’t think he’s left the bedroom at all today, except for maybe once or twice to use the bathroom or take a shower.
“Ha, fair enough,” Scott concedes, pushing himself up off the bed and following Jimmy through the door. As they trundle down the stairs, Scott can’t help but recall the first time he came to this house- how Jimmy had stood upon these very stairs, resplendent and practically glowing in his light green dress. Scott remembers how his biggest worry that day had simply been things ending up awkward between him and Jim. Little had he known that later that very same day, he would literally be evicted from his own home.
He tries not to think about the part where he literally kissed the boy he was hoping not to be embarrassing around.
They enter the kitchen, John’s favorite place in the whole house; purple and green and yellow and so many other colors adorn the walls in alternating stripes, the cabinets painted with the complement of the walls around them. Jimmy’s citrusy scent mixes into the cinnamon and cilantro of the kitchen as he pulls open the door to the fridge, pausing as he surveys the contents.
“What do you wanna eat?” Jimmy asks, turning back towards Scott.
“Um, I don’t really know.” Scott can’t remember the last time he’s felt genuinely hungry, but he does know that if he doesn’t eat he will starve regardless of what it feels like. So every night he gulps down a quick meal, and that’s all he’ll eat for a day unless he and Jimmy are having popcorn with a movie. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, I guess.”
The canary nods, used to this response by now, and pulls out a can of chicken tikka masala left over from the last time they’d ordered Indian food. “Shall I pop this in the microwave?”
“That’d actually be great, thank you,” Scott agrees. “I think some CTM might actually hit the spod right now. By the way, where’s Bek?” He hasn’t seen her yet, which is strange- Beks is usually right up in everyone’s face, yelling for attention.
“Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s gone over to Krow’s for a sleepover.” Jimmy doesn’t look back at him as he mixes the masala with rice, separates it into two bowls, and pops them both into the microwave. 
Scott laughs, propping himself up on the island with his hands. “But doesn’t Bek always come home angry at Krow from those sleepovers because it’ll use its siren song to get her to tell it all her secrets?”
Jimmy lets out a tinkling snicker. “Well, yeah, but El’s going to be there as well, so I’m hoping that she’ll act as some sort of peace-maker. She’s, like, the only one Krow’ll ever listen to. Would you like some tea?”
“Yes, please.”
They stand there in silence for a couple minutes, the air tinged with more awkwardness than Scott cares to admit, especially for someone he’s lived six months with. He can tell almost instinctively that they’re both thinking about the kiss, Jimmy probably replaying the actual memory over in his mind while Scott sees the approximation he’s managed to piece together. He can practically see Jim’s disgusted face, shocked eyebrows and an angry furrow to his forehead- a thick feeling of shame wells in the pits of Scott’s stomach, and it’s not the first time.
Scott’s been thinking about it for months, and yet he still can’t believe that, delirious as he was, he actually kissed Jimmy. The typical version of him could never work up the courage to do that- not in a million, billion, trillion years. Scott could count all the stars in the sky before he would try to kiss Jim.
“So! What do you wanna do tonight?” Jimmy asks, reaching up on his tiptoes to pull the food out of the microwave. 
“Um, I was thinking we could watch a Disney movie? One of the newer ones, maybe Big Hero 6, Soul, or Luca?” Scott suggests, running a hand backwards through his snakes.
“Soul and Luca are Pixar, silly.” Jimmy laughs, and just like every time his high, chirping bird-like snicker escapes his mouth, Scott feels like he’s soaring above the clouds, and he can’t help but remember how much easier it was when he was still in denial about his love for the canary. But then the laughter is cut off abruptly and a look of panic crosses over Jimmy’s face. With shaking hands, he sets the bowls down on the counter, and Scott can tell that if he’d been holding them for a moment longer, they would have been dropped.
Scott’s there in an instant, working his way around the island to Jimmy’s side. He cautiously places a hand on the avian’s shoulder. “You good?” Scott asks, surveying Jimmy’s face with concern.
“Y-yeah, I think I’m-” 
Suddenly Scott’s somewhere else, a playroom full of toys much too young for someone his age, the windows and doors barred from the outside, simple, almost blindingly white walls pressing in imposingly on all sides. There are two people peering through the iron bars at a canary avian sat in the middle of the room, one a salmon Seafolk and the other an axolotl, like Lizzie, Joel’s crush.
“Which one is it?” A biting voice comes from the axolotl, not something Scott would expect from such a typically peaceful species- but his voice is directed unmistakably towards the canary in the middle of the room.
“Oh! Hi, Patty, do you have guests?” The avian speaks before the salmon, presumably Patty, can respond, and as they step eagerly towards the door, Scott catches a glimpse of their face. 
His face is about five years younger, fuller and hair less scruffy, a voice somehow even higher than the one he currently possesses, but Scott knows him.
It’s Jimmy. 
“What can you tell me about Chicago? I’ve heard about Chicago,” the younger version of the boy Scott’s come to love asks, wrapping his hands around the bars of the door and staring with excitement up at the disgusted axolotl, who recoils from the canary, a sneer wrapping around his features.
“Shut up, kid,” Patty hisses, before regaining her composure and turning to the salmon. “Ahem, Mr Barnaby, that is… Jimmy, he’s a canary avian whom I found on my many travels throughout the globe.”
“Why’s it asking so many questions? Aren’t they all supposed to be tame?”
“Oh, haha.” Patty laughs; a small, fake giggle that grinds into Scott’s teeth and sets his skin on edge. “Jimmy’s always been a curious little bird.”
And then Scott’s back, back to the kitchen, reeling from the whiplash he’s just experienced. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s staring right into the same exact avian’s eyes, but 5 years older. For a moment, neither of them speak, thousands of words communicated in simple eye contact. Scott never used to be able to look anyone in the eyes, and for most people, he still can’t- but Jimmy’s a rare exception.
“D-did you-” Jim breaks the silence, looking shaken beyond words, his skin ashen as he tries clearly to hold back his tears.
“I saw it, yeah,” Scott says, taking Jim’s hand in both of his own before he can think about it too much. Selfish, selfish, selfish. “What was that? How did we both see- okay, the how isn’t important right now, we can talk about that later. I just need to know if you’re okay- I remember you told me about a Patty once, but I didn’t think- I never expected-” Scott’s at a loss for words, because whatever he’s just witnessed is so- so despicable- 
She hurt Jimmy. She hurt him and no one’s allowed to hurt Jim, he’s too sweet and kind and he always puts others before himself, he laughs at the stupidest jokes and is undeniably the most genuinely kind person Scott thinks he’s ever met. He begins to feel a rage building in the back of his throat, because who would- what kind of monster- who could ever find it in themselves to hate Jim?
Jimmy’s struggles and the way he’s dealt with them put what Scott’s been through to shame, and he can feel the guilt beginning to gnaw up at him from the insides biting and churning. Here he is, sitting alone and feeling sorry for himself, when Jimmy was held fucking prisoner, a hostage in a cell, by a person he professed to trust, maybe even saw as a mother figure?
“No, it-it’s fine, I left, I got out of there, she doesn’t matter anymore,” Jimmy mutters, wrapping his free arm around himself but not removing his hand from Scott’s grasp. “I’m fine. I just don’t- I just don’t think about it, very much. That bit you saw, when she said-” he takes a deep breath, as if the next thing he’s saying takes a lot of power to conjure up- “when she said, ‘Jimmy’s always been a curious little b-bird,’ she used to say that a lot, and it’s-” his words all come out in a  rush now, and Scott knows the feeling- Jimmy’s just trying to rush all his emotions out before they consume him too much.
“It’s kind of ingrained in my memory,” he continues, looking down at the floor and gripping Scott’s hand so tight he thinks it might fall off. “I don’t know why, but she- her voice- it’s in my head, it won’t g-go away, it’s been a year and a half and now just at the most random intervals I’ll just hear- her- saying that thing and it’s so stupid because I didn’t even have it that bad, it’s not even the worst thing she would say, not by a long shot, b-but it felt- it feels-” Jimmy swallows, angrily swiping the tears from his eyes. 
“I ran away. I left. I shouldn't even be thinking of her, of that place, anymore but I can’t shake the feeling- and sometimes when I’m sleeping, I have d-dreams, it feels like I’m there, again, and she’s showing me to people through the window as if I’m some sort of exotic specimen, and I’m not, I’m just- just me- simple, stupid, trusting Jimmy- and there’s nothing special about me it’s just pure luck that it’s me she found. It’s m-my fault.”
Scott feels his mouth tighten and he wraps his free arm around Jim, the avian letting out a small, startled gasp before sinking into the hug, shaking from the memory while Scott shakes from rage. They stand like that for a long time, Scott not quite trusting himself to speak.
“I. Will. Murder. Her.” The words growl out of his mouth before he can stop them, glaring protectively over Jimmy’s shoulder, trying hard not to clench up and hurt the canary.
Jimmy looks up at him, surprised, moving his head from where it had been pressed to Scott’s chest. “W-what- but it was-”
“It was not your fault,” Scott says, anticipating Jim’s question and intercepting it before Jimmy can blink twice. “Where and when did she find you? Were you fucking kidnapped?” Scott can tell that he probably looks very scary right now, and he can feel his skin freezing up, see the frost beginning to creep over his shades.
“I- I was- well, from what she said, it was back when I was still an egg, back from wherever I came from. The way she told it, she found me, or, my egg, I guess, in a nest in a tree when she was on a hike in Borneo. She always s-said it was the smallest egg in the nest. Do you know what that implies? I have siblings, Scott. I have brothers and sisters and-” he has to stop talking for a minute, and Scott holds him closer, as if just by wrapping the avian in his arms, he could solve all Jimmy’s problems. “She said my parents were away, so she nabbed me out and took me for her own. She said she saved me.”
Scott is infuriated. He is beyond anger, he is beyond hatred, he is the pure embodiment of rage. He wants to murder this woman, he wants to mince her up into a pie and serve her to the sharks. “She did nothing of the sort. Any even half-decent person would know not to take an egg from an avian’s nest- your parents were probably foraging, do you even know your true name?!”
Jimmy looks up at him, surprised. “How do you know about true names? But yeah, I know. It’s kind of- well. I mean I’m not going to tell you what it is, at least not right now, sorry. But an avian’s true name- we just kind of know that instinctively, ever since we’re little.”
“Okay, good,” Scott says, though it’s just a small modicum of relief when compared to the magma that’s begun to flow through his veins instead of blood. “I know about the name thing because we did a unit on avians in Species Studies early last year, you know, before you came.” Jimmy mouths  silent “oh,” and then Scott realizes how tight he’s been holding the avian and how he’s probably very uncomfortable with this and-
He quickly releases Jimmy, pushing away from the canary quickly and slightly forcefully, hoping Jim doesn’t take offense. With a muttered “sorry,” from both of them, the awkwardness is back, and Scott almost curses. Every part of his body where Jimmy’s been now feels cold, even colder than usual, as if even his body is protesting the lack of the one he loves.
“So, movie,” Jimmy says, breaking the silence and turning back to the tea, hiding his face from Scott and obviously trying very hard to act like the whole memory thing hasn’t happened. Without looking, Jimmy slides Scott his bowl of chicken tikka masala down the counter, and Scott very nearly misses it. Luckily, he catches the bowl at the last second, and saves them both from the disaster of being lectured about the importance that things stay clean in John’s kitchen. “Out of the things you said, I think I’d be down for Soul the most, though I kind of want to watch HSMTMTS? If that’s okay with you?”
Scott barks a dry laugh, not quite ready to return to normal himself. HSMTMTS, or High School Musical: The Musical: The Series, is Jimmy’s favorite show, a high school soap opera kind of scene full of stupidity. But Scott follows Beks’ parents’ logic: if Jimmy loves it, by extension, Scott does as well. Or, he pretends to for Jimmy’s sake. “Sure, why not? Where were we at?”
“Um, I think it was- gimme a second to think.” Scott nods, passively observing how to anyone else, Jimmy would seem absolutely fine right now, you could never guess in a million years that he’d just had a breakdown- but Scott knows Jimmy well enough that he can see the little details, a slight shaking of his hands, the way his eyes dart fearfully back and forth, the subtle extent to which he’s drawn in his wings to his back.
How does he do it? How does Jimmy pretend everything’s fine when it’s not, when it’s actually fucking terrible and has been for a long time, how on Earth does he do it? Jimmy seems to possess a certain strength of character Scott’s always been lacking in, a willingness to keep going that’s so strong it’s almost a fault. It’s one of the things Scott loves and admires the most about the canary.
But also- Scott’s been so caught up in what he’s seen that he hasn’t thought about how- he remembers it had happened once at the movie theater, all those months ago- he’d forgotten. They’d shared a memory. As far as he’s aware, it’s only happened the two times- and both with Jimmy’s memory, and he’s pretty sure no one else had seen them either time, so it’s almost certainly a thing that’s just between him and Jim.
He supposes it has to be his siren heritage, because if he’s being honest, there’s no way it’s Jimmy’s doing. Scott loves the avian and all, but there’s no way he would have magic powerful enough to do that. 
He’s never thought he’s really gotten anything particularly siren-like from his mother, other than the cyan and ice (though ice isn’t really a siren trait, now that he thinks about it) so he’s never really felt like it’s very important for him to read up on sirens. He hasn’t learnt about them from school, either; they’ve never done a unit in Species Studies, and if he’s being honest he hasn’t really spent enough time with Mother to learn about siren things from her. 
So all Scott knows are the obvious things: sirens can sing, they have gorgeous voices that hypnotize the listeners, blah blah blah. He’s never heard anything about seeing other people’s memories, but he supposes it really doesn’t seem too far fetched at this point.
“Oh! I remember,” Jimmy calls from his perch on the counter, shaking Scott out of his theorizing with a start. “We were at the part where Seb is singing at Carlos’ quinceanera.”
“Were we?” Scott honestly can’t remember, it’s Jimmy’s favorite show, but it sure as hell isn’t Scott’s- he can barely follow the plot, and because they only watch HSMTMTS about once a month (Scott doesn’t know if he could stand watching it more often), it’s even more difficult to remember.
“Yep,” Jimmy says, gesturing for Scott to grab his tea as he heads to the basement. Scott does so, holding his bowl of masala in one hand and balancing the warm mug in the other, carefully plodding down the steps into the TV room.
Jimmy’s already sat down on the cushy marshmallow couch, and Scott joins him, placing his dishes on the coffee table and making sure he’s at least a foot away from the canary. He doesn’t want to make Jimmy uncomfortable.
The show starts off about as normal, pretty meh, just as Scott remembers it. Doldrum lovesick lives of typical teenagers, and because it’s a Disney show, of course they sing out their sorrows. But Jimmy loves it so he always puts up with it, because he has to pay back the avian in some way from letting him stay in his literal house, right?
And then something unexpected happens: Scott finds himself being sucked into the show, actually interested in something that until now, he’s been completely bored about. He starts genuinely watching as Seb sings a song for his boyfriend, Carlos, and of course Scott had known they were dating before, it’s one of the main plot points, but this is different-
It feels real.
It feels like him. He imagines himself up there, in the back of that tractor with that piano, singing to Jimmy. And then the song’s over and Carlos walks up and-
They’re kissing.
Two characters, in a live-action Disney show, are kissing. Scott finds his eyes drifting not-so-subtly to Jimmy, and then their hands are touching and it’s so close, so feasible, so possible that Scott can feel it and something’s about to happen and their heads are moving closer closer closer to each other, so close that Jimmy reaches out and his hand brushes momentarily against Scott’s cheek and yes yes yes Scott wants this-
A door slams from upstairs and Bek’s voice rings through the house. “Jimmy! Where are you?”
And the spell is broken, Scott shakes off the lavender haze and the rose-colored glasses, muttering a shallow apology under his breath but Jimmy doesn’t seem to hear it, he simply stands and walks upstairs, wings drawn tightly to his back, without so much as a backward glance. Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck. Scott tries to call out for him, tries to make him understand, but his voice isn’t working and it’s too late, all he can do is watch with horrified eyes as Jimmy walks away, and now it’s all over and Scott’s broken everything for a second time. And so the tears boiling behind his eyes leak out, sharp and biting against his cold skin.
Ice-cold.
26 notes · View notes
breakfastteatime · 1 year
Text
Alrighty friends. Here we go: Breakfast Tea’s Official Trailer Thoughts™️
First and foremost, Cere is 100% now a member of The Path from Obi-Wan Kenobi, the organisation helping Force sensitive children find safety. It suits her character perfectly.
I also love that Cere’s clothing has gone back to being more Jedi whereas Cal is now EVEN MORE PRACTICAL than before. Ooooh yes I love it. LOVE IT.
Tube person… eeeeh sitting on the fence for this one being good or bad.
CAL LIFTING PEOPLE UP INTO THE SKY LIKE JARO TAPAL AND CERE YEEEEEEEEEES!!!
Other lightsaber person – OOOOOOH!
CAL KESTIS PUT THE MANTIS BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT OR SO HELP ME. Also, five years between games and you never learned how to pull off a good landing? *shakes head*
OKAY DOES CAL MIND TRICK THAT TROOPER INTO SHOOTING HIS MATES?!?!?!
CAL HAS A CHOCOBO big bird friend! HE CAN TALK TO THE ANIMALS YAAAAS. Friendship is magic!!!
Is that a cantina?! ARE WE GONNA ACTUALLY GO INTO A STAR WARS CANTINA?!?!?!
DUAL WIELDING YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!
“After all we’ve done, the Empire has only grown stronger.” Starting to see why Cal looks so exhausted in that cover art…
WHO ARE YOU, BODE?!
Also: NEON! LIGHTS! PLANET!!!
In all seriousness, I kinda love the idea that on certain planets you have someone who fights with you. It’s very Kingdom Hearts…
The combat looks SO good. I love how they’ve expanded Cal’s abilities but not to the point that he looks unstoppable.
MORE. ABANDONED. AND. WRECKED. SHIPS. Yes, yes, yes!!!
And he descends using his lightsaber. Goodbye everyone, I am ended!
The new lightsaber hilt could lead to a different style of fighting.
Please enjoy some wild conjecture:
Okay, so I kind of like the idea that the Mantis crew are doing their own thing but for the same cause. Merrin’s off finding Nightsisters the way Cere is with Jedi. OR WHAT IF MERRIN AND GREEZ ARE BRINGING FORCE SENSITIVES TO CERE?!? GREEZ IS ABSOLUTELY FINE UNTIL CAL STEALS HIS SHIP. Maybe Cal does it in some misguided attempt to protect his friends from whatever mess he’s stepped in, so to speak…
I also really like the idea that, like the Jedi of old, Cal’s off doing missions and reporting back to Cere. Guy needs to spread his wings and explore the galaxy after all that time stuck on Bracca. And he’s not a kid anymore. He's a Jedi Knight, and the difference in his abilities feels really natural. It makes sense to me that maybe he’s off on his own for some of this.
The worlds also look BIG. The horizons are huge. Excited!!!!
Overall, I am HYPED.
70 notes · View notes
writtengalaxies · 1 year
Note
I always had the the idea of hurt/comfort fick with ill/injured DA with a caring/protective damian but I'm not good at writing so i wondered if you could fo smth like that maybe ?
OH HO YEEEEEEEEEES.
(Also, I believe in you, anon! I hope one day you feel confident enough in your writing to share with others. <3 )
Content Warnings for this: Minor injuries, mostly bruising and a sprain.
...Also if you know me and how klutzy I am...yes okay this is based a little on the time I managed this walking into the house I was living at the time. >.> Without ice.
Tumblr media
It was rare that you got sick. Normally, it was you taking care of Damien when his rheumatism got too bad. You had a tendency to put his needs first.
Which is exactly how you managed this comedy of errors.
You were heading home after checking on him on a particularly wet day early in the winter. Unbeknownst to you, while it had rained, the temperature had dropped further, turning every wet surface into ice you couldn't see.
And you strode confidently out that front door, took once step, hit ice, and went tumbling.
One badly bruised wrist (your dominant hand, no less), one sprained ankle, a solid shiner on your cheek from where you bonked off the last step at the end, more minor bruises down the side of you that went first down the stairs, and a wounded dignity later, you had managed to scoot back up the stairs, wobbled to your feet, and got back inside. After calling to Damien that it was just you, he had hurried himself back out of his room, leaning heavily on one of his spare canes.
"Sorry, you didn't need to come down to...You shouldn't be up, you should be resting--"
"You sound in pain. Are you alright? What happened?"
Of course, he ignored your words in favor of making sure you were okay. And of course, he immediately rang his doctor. You made your way to the sitting room, shouting back to watch out for ice on the steps, which Damien passed along. The doctor had arrived quickly, far more aware of the icy conditions than you had been, and wrapped your ankle properly even as he was chiding Damien for straining himself. He had left with the few instructions you already knew on how to take care of your injuries.
The next morning was clearer, and only lingering ache remained for Damien. A couple of aspirin, and he was fine, though he insisted on carrying you to the guest bedroom instead of letting you try to hobble home or stay another night on the sitting room couch.
You glowered at the mayor as he moved around his spare room, making sure your ankle was raised up and padded on spare pillows, while you were seated upright. He had already gotten you a small bag filled with snow to rest on your wrist to ease the ache.
"You really don't need to fuss over me like this, Damien."
"Nonsense." He turned, smiling at you, even as you looked away. It wasn't fair how good he looked even dressed down and after a day of pain. "You fuss like this over me, so it's only fair, my dear."
"I can rest all this at home just as easily--"
"And if I can keep you from making it worse, I will." He sat down next to you on the bed, his fingers combing your hair back from your face with a gentle touch. "Little monster, you need to rest up. The city needs it District Attorney in fine health, ready to protect it with the ferocity I know you have."
You turn your head with a pout, pulling a laugh from him. "Fine. Tricky bastard."
"A tricky bastard who finally gets to take care of you."
"If I have a backlog of paperwork to do later, I'm blaming you."
"As you should, my dear. As you should."
57 notes · View notes
sebsxphia · 2 years
Note
OMG!!Bob and reader with glasses!I NEED MORE!!!!
YEEEEEEEEEES
i reckon if he was cleaning his glasses, he would always just take yours off instinctively to clean them too. if you had a pair that looked similar, you would always be getting them mixed up and if you lost yours, he’d gladly give you his to wear for the day.
“but you fly a plane, you need them!” he’d just shake his head and laugh. “i promise you sweetheart, i’ll be fine. it’s just training today. i can sit closer to the front.” he smiles at you, giving you a kiss on your nose as he places his glasses on you.
he would also buy you a new glasses case anytime you needed one 🥹
thank you so much for this dear anon!! 💌
90 notes · View notes
ashe-twst-fan · 1 month
Note
✨🩷🌙SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨🩷🌙
YEEEEEEEEEE
ALSO THE NEW THEME FOR YOU BLOG LOOKS AMAZING 👍/p
3 notes · View notes
alexglitches · 2 years
Note
In chapter 3 when Yuu went to take shelter in Savanaclaw they managed to save some tools and weapons thanks to the ender chest there are two things they warn and make them even clear. 1#: They will fight to secure only THEIR place to sleep and if the trio of idiots wants to secure theirs they will fight for it themselves. 2#: Warn the residents of Savanaclaw that they are in a VERY bad mood so they won't go easy on them resulting in yuu beating the shit out of the beastmen.
yeeeeeeeeee
they're in a bad mood so they don't hold back against anyone
imagine tho
yuu has a wooden sword that practically looks like a stick, the savanaclaw students make fun of them for it, but the stick has maxed out stats and beats them all with one fell swoop
like Philza's 'morning wood' wooden sword :)))
88 notes · View notes
purplecritter · 1 year
Text
Finished Dragon Age Absolution here's my thoughts as I was watching this (under the cut because it CONTAINS SPOILERS)
Ep1
"I will kill everyone here before I let you touch her" AYO????
Miriam is so cool. she can shoot a bow AND use the daggers AND use the wire thingy... IN LOVE
"THE HERO OF ANDRASTE KILLED CORYPHEUS. THEY SEALED THE BREACH" INQUISITORS WHO USE THEY/THEM WE WON TODAY!!! inquisitors who don't like to be called heralds we lost today but hey you can't win em all!
"If you don't take him, I will ;)" GO QWYDION GOOO
ohhhhh they built the divine's palace ATOP A TEMPLE TO THE OLD GODS??? delicious
another Blight hinted...... HoF baby you'll never catch a break
AND THEY WERE BOTH MEELEE WARRIORS!!
if we can't punch Solas at least we can PUNCH THAT OTHER BALD MAN WOHOOOOO
Fairbanks has a wife!!!!! Good for them!!!
oh so Miriam's mark is not random and it's special Like That huh 👀👀
Ep2
magister Amelia PAVUS??? HELLO?? MA'M. WHO ARE YOUUUU
"Rezaren, you look like every bad rumor about us combined" yeah tell him Tassia!!
FORCE MAGIC TO FLY????? HELL YEA HIRA
Neb… 👀👀 pssst tell me your secrets
“You sky-sucking idiot!” Lacklon ily
did Miriam grow up with Rezaren?? And the other elf with them was usen to restore Rezaren’s life force or smt?
FUCKING FAIRBANKS!!!!!!!???????????????? WTF IS HE A SOLAS AGENT????????? IT WASN’T A MAGE THIS TIME!!!
Ep3
not roland seducing lachlan into continuing the heist SDFGHJK
NEB…….. they have the same mark on Miriam’s face!! but on their clothes!!!!!! huhu. they're the other one in her flashbacks aren't they
YEEEEEEEEEES THE DRAGO N IS ALIVEEEEERTGYUI
Lacklon: “Show-off.” Roland: “It’s pronounced thank you.” YOU’RE NOT SUBTLE
to Kirkwal????????? TO THE HANGED MAN???? TO WHOMMMM
did thet get mercer to voice every side character in this? not complaining it's just funny hbfdnsjkxcnvjf love that
SISTER!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING KNEW IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Ep4
"YOU KILLED MY FAMILY TEVINTER SNAKE" MIRIAM WOOOOOOOOOOOO
so magister families get their own slave marking each. interesting. i hate it. i wonder if fenris’ marks were at all "customized" by danarius
Lacklon said FUCK MAGES try natural medicine idiots!!!
oh oh no. it was his arrowing. oh. OH THAT MOTHER MOTHERFUCKER FUCKED IT UP. oh miriam……..
rezaren getting his mansplain manipulate malewife evil magister meow meow allure. he's too far gone and there's no fixing him but i can watch him as he gets worse :)
OOOOOH I WOUL LOVE TO SEE DIVINE AMMOSINE IN DA4 so i have a reason to hate the imperial divine specifically! fuck you in particolar!!
so Hira found Miriam as she fled? Still in Tevinter? Is she a Magister too??her necklace does kinda look like Dorian’s except less snake-y and more geometric. it mmight be just a "tevinter likes their rhombuses" thing tho
rezaren is sooo slimy qwydion was right, “he’s hot but yikes”
Ep5
“There’s a reason the Tevinter flag has a damn snake on it” YOU TELL HEM ROLAND!!
Qwydion worked with Fairbanks for years. she was in the inquisition too? COOL if they said it before i missed it somehow
OHHHHHHH HIRA IS FROM TEVINTER!! AND HER NECKLACE IS A BIRTHRIGHT!!!! WYEAHHH oh AND her family was/is anti-slavery?? I wonder if Dorian and Mae already know her!!!
prediction for da4: we’ll have to choose if we want a “burn all of Tevinter to the ground” or a “save what’s left and rebuild Tevinter” route. 
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i might be seeing what i want to see but doesn’t the golden door resemble the depictions of what we’ve seen of the golden city so far?
i’m curious. Tassia speaks to Neb a lot, but is it because she doesn't know that he's (un)dead or does she think that he’s still conscious somehow?
Ohhhhh Lacklon calling Roland “Rolls” again… He’s really in it now!!
OH MIRIAM’S STOCKED!!! must be one hell of a heavy cloak but THAT’S SO COOL OF HER
YEEHAW FREE THE DRAGON WOHOOOOOO 
Ep6
th e intro fucks so hard btw it’s great
UHHHH he’s doing real blood magic now!! slay
…….. BLOOD MAGIC CAN MAKE YOU PUPPETEER A HIGH DRAGON LIKE THAT??????? 
besties i really wanted the betrayer to not be the mage this time… on the brightside fairbanks is a good boy. OH NO OH NOOOOOOOOOOO I JUST REMMEBERED HIS WIFE OH NONOOOOOOOOOOO
skyhold!!!! she’s so pretty i miss her wahhhhh
ngl if my inquisitor heard Hira call him Herald so many times he might have become a little hostile oops
curious about Hira's brooch! i wonder if her family was a known one or nah
“The Inquisition was never going to stand up to Tevinter” NJHBGVFCDXR HIRA DEAR THE LEADER OF THE INQUISITION IS SMOOCHING THE MAGISTER THAT WANTS TO STAND UP TO TEVINTER. give them TIME to deal with one catastrophe at a time!! (i know this is not everyone's canon but it's mine and it's very funny to me heh)
JOSEPHINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY WIFE. oh hello cullen and leliana too i guess
th. the crimson. the crimson knight……….. in kirkwall? uh oh someone check on meredith’s statue i have a bad feeling about this
WE LOVE LACKLON’S CHAARACTER DEVELOPMENT. from not trusting miriam to trusting her slightly!! go king!!!
LACKLON AND ROLAND CANON WWVKDOSIWBOSANDG BSDUIJD AND QWYDION'S FACERHKJSDNVS
noooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LEAVE THE DRAGON ALONE
“you can’t come back not in that thing not in this life” WHOEVER WROTE THIS ILY BUT YOU BROKE MY HEART
YSSS MIRIAM STAB THE BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE DRAGON LIVES!!! THANK YOU QWYDION!!!! i was going to be upset if she died. BIOWARE STOP GIVING US MISSIONS TO KILL THE DRAGONS i can never do them :( if i see her in da4 i might cry a little ngl On that ^ note, here's accurate footage of me during the actual show: It’s a fucking bear dragon! NOOOOOOOO—Oh shit it’s right there :D
GFDHK JZANLZZZZ -> “I wish I could” = “I wish it could, vhenan” SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP!!!!!!!!!!!! (/pos)
the scarf T^T i REALLY wanted it to not be a mage this time.... i was once again blindsided by the Lovers to Enemies tag 😔 Me: "So basically, what I was thinking of is--" (the mage in a Bioware media was the traitor all along) "--Ah fuck, I can't believe you've done this."
KIRKWALL??!!!! WE’RE GOING BACK BABYYYYYYYYYYYY
fuck meredith’s statue really did corrupt everything in the city huh OH. OH FUCK SHE’S IN THERE STILL!!???? smh no wonder kirkwall's still not operational years after IT'S BECOME RED TEMPLARS PLAYGROUND. varric bestie are you seeing this??
14 notes · View notes
whisper-overseer · 6 months
Note
https://www.tumblr.com/whisper-overseer/728725469952884736/smut-cannibalism-and-rough-smut-is?source=share
I FUCKING LOVED IT
the aphrodisiac venom just so much YEEEEEEEEEES
Love them both pretty much equally but a little leaning on the second one cause
Just consuming parts of me while pounding me is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yesyesyesyes
Like having one of my hearts in their jaws still beating and they eating it while fucking me silly is just so fucking good GODS
one time I talked about reading this kinda stuff and someone complained and I just went "Look I can distinguish between fiction and reality. I don't want this to actually happen cause I know that this flesh mech doesn't have high regen and is immortal like how I am on the inside so pls shut up"
YES YES YES YES YES OH MY GOD I AM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS IT'S SO FUCKING AHFHGHFDHJKGSJ IT'S SO WRONG BUT JEEZ IT'S SO GOOD
I am like, never had any encounters with anyone who was complaining, it's more of a fear I got because of all shit talked here. I am totally 100000% into consent and shit, I can make these fantasies kinda "real" just by roleplay, like idk basic consensual stuff like safeword and aftercare and shit like that. I would not want this as a full fleshed out scene irl with me or someone else, totally (though what a way to go LMAO)
Now we have another dumbass horny knowledge about each other AAND you also know from what we formed out own spider mech YYEAAHH
2 notes · View notes
isatisnn · 1 year
Text
Waking up with Leiftan
First part: The same as everyone. It only changes the name of the boy and one or two dialogue bubbles. Super creative.
Tumblr media
(We got late to bed. We danced for a long time)
Tumblr media
(My hand searches for Leiftan's body next to me)
Tumblr media
(My fingers found his bare skin's warmth)
Tumblr media
(He trembled due my caresses. Still sleeps)
Tumblr media
(Even when, if my memory isn't wrong, he fell to sleep before I)
(I have closed my eyes for an instant. Maybe I can go back to sleep...)
(In the darkness, images from the last night came to my mind.)
Unnecesary dialogue, jump to the next 'bold' text:
(After the short time of uncertainty we went along Karenn's discourse, the evening was delicious)
(We ate well, drank well, danced a lot)
(And I had time to chitchat)
(Ewelein and Huang Chu were more happier than the last couple of days)
(For a sec we were able to forget all our fears)
(And several times I had the oportunity to dance with Leiftan).
(Until Karuto asked me to)
(And, of course, I couldn't reject him)
Skipping everything else, she just danced with Huang Chu(After a repetition, instead of Huang Chu, the game said it was Adalric, not sure if it was a mistake or l'o'm thing). and unidentified ppl, something about Ewelein, et cètera.
Tumblr media
(I opened my eyes when I sensed a movement beside me)
Tumblr media
(I turned to the aengel with my fingers resuming the delicate caresses over his back's skin)
Tumblr media
(He opened an eye, still half sleep, and smiles to me)
Tumblr media
Leiftan: Good morning. Are you okay? Have you been awake for long?
Erika: (I take the time to kiss his lips prior to answer)
Tumblr media
(And he gently returns the kiss)
Tumblr media
(When we separate he smiles again at me)
Tumblr media
Erika: No, I have opened my eyes two sec ago.
Tumblr media
Leiftan: Maybe we wake up at the same time everyday and we don't know.
Erika: It's possible... But this time, I touched you when I waked up. Perphaps that woke you.
Tumblr media
Leiftan: Ah, then... It's the most plausible explanation.
Erika: (I have slipped the sheet when stretching. Leiftan's eyes look into the void)
Tumblr media
(I direct a playful smile to him before getting up from bed)
Tumblr media
Leiftan: And you... You happen to have plans for today?
Erika: Nothing right now... What did I do with my clothes upper part?
Tumblr media
Leiftan: I believe it to be close to the bed, with the rest of your belongings,
Erika: (Indeed, all my clothes are scattered on the floor)
Tumblr media
(I begin to dress fast, thinking on what I was going to do today)
Tumblr media
I suppose someone will task me with something to do...
Tumblr media Tumblr media
---- : Erika, are you there? Can I come in?
Erika: (It's Huang Chu's voice. Leiftan jumped from the bed)
(He begins to dress quickly, searching his stuff by the whole room)
Erika: Wait a minute, Huang Chu! I'm nearly ready...
Erika: It's ok! You can come in.
Tumblr media
Oh! I'm sorry I did not knew you... I thought you were alone.
Tumblr media
How are you, Leiftan? Koori said the guided meditation has settled you well.
Tumblr media
Yes, thank you. I think it can be of big help.
Tumblr media
Wonderful! You will become a great asset, if you recover the control of your powers.
Tumblr media
That, and will make good to yourself too.
Tumblr media
Erika, we could use your help in the laboratory.
Noooo
*skipping 3 dialogue bubbles that could had made only one*
Tumblr media
If you require help, you can count on me.
YEEEEEEEEEES
Tumblr media
I think the three of us can manage it.
This is why you're not my favorite.
Tumblr media
Leiftan: Fine. Then I'll see you later, Erika.
Erika: (Leiftan kisses my lips previous to exiting the room)
13 notes · View notes
asknarashikari · 2 years
Note
https://twitter.com/realxtime/status/1569542994298310656
Look who came first on this poll for favorite Tertiary Rider. Think you might've wanted to know this.
Tumblr media
YES YES YES MY MAN GETTING THE CREDIT HE DESERVES!! @iristial
AND # 2 IS JEANNE YEEEEEEEEEES
Tumblr media
AND UNLUCKY # 13!!! HIROMI MY HIROMI
Tumblr media
Glad to see that everyone acknowledges the one true Demons (he and Sakura are the only Revice Riders on the list, discounting Ikki, Vice and Daiji for obvious reasons)
15 notes · View notes
thessalian · 5 months
Text
Faerun!Alisaie vs The Hunt for Minsc
But first, Volo has something sensible to say ... maybe...
Volo: A champion has fought the Chosen of Bhaal before and a champion must fight the Chosen of Bhaal again--
Alisaie: ...Now, see, if you hadn't run off to get yourself exploded by tapoled cultists, you'd know that that was entirely the idea all along!
Volo: ...this book might help?
Alisaie: *flips through the book* Historical reference is all very well, but I kicked Myrkul's ass and I can do this. Seriously, if you hadn't buggered off, you'd know all this already!
Volo: Well, you yourself are a bard, and--
Alisaie: ...Y'know what? No. No, I do not have time for this and no, you do not deserve to hear this told in all of its bardic splendour. No, you can hear it from Gale. Gale will pedant at you if you try to do your usual Volo Things to the story while I take Jaheira and go find this Minsc person.
Astarion: I'm sorry, but ... an avatar of murder has admitted to taking Lae'zel and you're going to look for a replacement? I'm almost proud.
Alisaie: Oh, we're getting her back. But Gale's right when he says that we need all the martial help we can get. Besides, it should be easy to confirm or deny this guy's alive. I figure if he's alive, he's making too much noise for people to have not heard about it. Anyway, Nine-Fingers Keene has her hideout in the underground. She might like the heads up that they probably don't want to ask the neighbours for a cup of sugar because the neighbours are a fucking murder-cult.
And, awhile later, in Nine-Fingers' little hideout
Jaheira: You handled that extremely well ... for all the good it did.
Alisaie: Hey, we know he's out there. That's a start. I mean, the fact that he's calling himself the Stone Lord and poaching Nine-Fingers' turf is ... a thing, but...
Jaheira: Mm. I admit to being a bit concerned about that. Could he really be working with the Absolute?
Alisaie: Not everybody has Astral Prism protection, Jaheira.
Jaheira: Still. I mean, Minsc of all people... He has little enough mind to flay.
Alisaie: Well, first thing to do is try to find that clue we're supposed to be looking for... Aha. Perfect. *leans over to drunken gnome* Hi there.
Drunken Gnome: Hiiiii! I was just saying how the Stone Lord's gonna hit the Counting House and we're gonna get him!
Alisaie: Oh, really. Sounds like a phenomenal plan! I'd love to hear all about it!
Less Drunk Gnome: We weren't talking to you--
Alisaie: You're interrupting a good story, sir. For shame.
Drunken Gnome: See, I like this one! Sheeeeee's got respect! Now, get a load of this plan--
Jaheira: ...She ... talked her way in here without my having to leverage the whole thing. Then she got Nine-Fingers to be even remotely helpful. Now there's this. I mean ... what ... how...?
Shadowheart: You recall how she drank your truth serum and still managed to talk around your question?
Jaheira: Yeeeeeeeeees...
Shadowheart: She's had a fair bit of practice since then.
Wyll: She got this hat at Sorcerous Sundries, too. She doesn't really need the boost, but it never hurts, I suppose.
Jaheira: ...Good to know.
A little later, in the Counting House
Jaheira: Thank you for actually letting me do my job back there.
Alisaie: I should probably thank you for letting me do mine by charming that story out of that gnome. Sorry, but ... while Harpers are supposed to be versatile, you're ... erm...
Jaheira: Old and crotchety?
Alisaie: I was going for "more authoritative than charming", honestly, but you do you.
Jaheira: Apologies. I'm getting a little too used to the "old woman" jokes.
Alisaie: And I take it that's why that Scroll of Archdruid Slowdown-Of-Ageing?
Jaheira: And I suppose you would age gracefully.
Alisaie: Probably. I don't have the Archdruid ritual option, don't really see the benefits in going Astarion's route, and Aylin and Isobel would both beat the shit out of me if I followed Ketherick and Lorroakan's lead. Thus, no real option. Anyway, I don't mind the idea of a whole lot of laugh lines. Who's going to care?
Shadowheart: Honestly, I'm hoping mine match, when the time comes.
Wyll: Awwwwwwwwww.
Alisaie: So you really do read smut as much for the romance as the other thing, don't you?
Wyll: At least, yes--
Jaheira: Shush. Look.
Glitterbeard: Right. We got that stony fuck stashed right here in this mimic--
Minsc: *rips his way out of mimic*
Alisaie: *quietly* Now there's an entrance...
Minsc: You promised me there was gold in there!
Alisaie: *quietly* ...You weren't kidding about 'not enough mind to flay', were you?
Minsc: I kill you for lying!
Jaheira: I really should step in here--
Alisaie: Hold up. You said he's a great friend of yours and mostly only really listens to you, and we've got a city full of doppelgangers!
Jaheria: What are you getting at?
Fake Jaheira: Let the minions kill him, Minsc. We've got all the gold we could want.
Minsc: ...Ah, fine. *stomps off*
Invisible Bhaalite Assholes: *attack*
Jaheira: ...It was ... it looked like...
Alisaie: We're fighting for our lives here, Jaheira! You can have a nervous breakdown later!
Jaheira: ...Yes. Right. Of course.
Stabnation: *ensues*
Once the stabnation is pretty much concluded...
Jaheira: Your ability to see the invisible is truly useful. At least it gives us a place to aim spells that need no targets to wound.
Alisaie: Yeah, well, getting that particular skill set wasn't exactly fun, but at least it's been useful.
Jaheira: How did you--? Wait. No. Never mind. I have no wish to know. Hrm. A little tricky to track given all the blood, but ... these footprints are of sewer muck.
Alisaie: Of course. Where else would pieces of shit end up?
Jaheira: Misled as he may be right now, he is my friend--
Alisaie: I meant your impersonator, actually.
Jaheira: Ah. Apologies, again.
Alisaie: No big. Anyway. It does all make sense on the whole; everything Bhaalite seems to be nesting down there. We're going to have to find him and pry him out of that particular mess, but I'm probably going to need Astarion, at least for part of it.
Wyll: What? Why?
Alisaie: One - more of his spawn-siblings are probably down there and he might want to have a word. Two... *gestures at vaults* Tell me he wouldn't have a field day.
Jaheira: You would say this in front of the staff?!?
Glitterbeard: Look, your big lunk of a friend over there got everything anyway. If you can find anything worth anything in here, more power to you.
Jaheira: ...Right. Not Harpers. As much as at least two of you act like them.
Alisaie: The lute is more my instrument, true.
1 note · View note
garoujo · 9 months
Note
emmie that official art of luocha and dan heng has me going crazy THE WAY DAN HENG IS SMILING?? LUOCHA JUST SITTING THERE LOOKING PRETTY
Tumblr media
YES !!! YEEEEEEEEEES !!! - ̗̀(ꀬ⏖ꀬ∴) it literally has me going insane LUOCHA’S HANDS !!! THE GLOVES IM LITERALLY !!&£?!& i hav no words . . . my legs are failing me i’m falling to the FLOOR <333
2 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
I posted 896 times in 2022
11 posts created (1%)
885 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@lavendertwilight89
@mustardyellowsunshine
@mamabearcat
@malditamigs
I tagged 27 of my posts in 2022
#yashahime - 11 posts
#yashahime spoilers - 10 posts
#shaman king - 9 posts
#moroha - 6 posts
#shaman king 2021 - 6 posts
#inukag - 5 posts
#shaman king remake - 5 posts
#hanyo no yashahime spoilers - 4 posts
#shaman king spoilers - 4 posts
#inuyasha - 4 posts
Longest Tag: 40 characters
#yoh is seriously so pretty in this scene
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
RWBY VOLUME 9 TRAILER FINALLY OUT 😍😍😍
youtube
And that's not all! We also get the first RWBY movie too! And it's a crossover 👀 It sounds like a fanfiction crossover to me 😅😁
Tumblr media
8 notes - Posted July 1, 2022
#4
Tumblr media
9 notes - Posted August 28, 2022
#3
OMG, WE'RE TRENDING! It's been a while 😮 Inuyasha Moroha reunion got us talking 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Inuyasha and Kagome back on screen must have also helped, speaking of, anyone else feeling nice to see them, I feel it's been so long since we properly saw them and now there's also Moroha so it's just such a sweet family picture 🥺❤️😭
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
See the full post
98 notes - Posted January 16, 2022
#2
OMG, OMG, OMG! IT HAPPENED! I swear I thought that's how Yashahime s going to end, but the REUNION happened earlier and it's still going on and I'm in tears because Moroha finally met her parents or for now at least one of them and look how happy they are too see each other and slightly awkward but so happy OMG 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ I'm so glad they didn't mess up with the Moroha Kagome reunion it was so heartwarming and the InuKag theme started playing and FEEEEEELS 😭❤️🥺
Tumblr media Tumblr media
See the full post
158 notes - Posted January 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
YES, YES AND YEEEEEEEEEES, IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE INUYASHA MOROHA REUNION, OMG. THEY NEEDED A BIT OF HELP - KUDOS KAGOME AND TOWA- BUT THEN LOOK AT THEM, LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS TO HAVE HIS BABY, TO HOLD HIS BABY, OMG I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING. Look at them finally together as a family. 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️😭😭❤️😭🥺❤️🥺🥺
Tumblr media Tumblr media
See the full post
176 notes - Posted January 15, 2022
Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
2 notes · View notes