#excuse me while i fucking sob

[alchemicaladarna]

The more I think about Dapper, the more depressed I become. I've been tuning in and out of today's stream, but as far as I know, Dapper hasn't mentioned/questioned anything about Bad's appearance so far even though it's pretty fucking obvious it's literally so hard to miss :((

Dapper is most definitely trying to ignore his dad's ever worsening condition because I think a part of her knows- he's worked with soul vultures before; he knows how fatal they are. But he doesn't want to acknowledge Bad's state right now.

Maybe if she tries to ignore it, it'll just go away. Maybe this is all just an elaborate nightmare he'll wake up from in the morning. Maybe it will turn out ok and it won't be real after all. Maybe everything will be fine. Right?

But we all know the inevitability and futileness of it all.

Who is going to take care of Dapper when Bad is gone? Realistically, Dapper is going to be taken care of- they would be insane to let an egg die- and Dapper still has Pomme and Richas. But other than the late night trio, nobody truly understands Dapper the way Bad did.

Dapper is super strong with all her weapons and endless collections of mobs, and that's how most people perceive her, but there are moments of vulnerability that nobody else really sees. There are moments where Dapper just let's herself be Bad's baby, but nobody knows that- nobody else understands that because Dapper needs to be strong and grown up for his siblings and all his other loved ones.

He can't let himself cry, grieve, or panic about his dad dying because realistically, he is all his dad has right now. It's always been Dapper and Bad against the world. Now it's just Dapper.

[invinciblerodent]

"I'll make a save here and try breaking up with Astarion, just to see the dialogue- I could see him get kinda nasty about it, but I honestly don't know what to expect so---"

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[flickerintwilights]

on the road to hell

[one-winged-dreams]

FUCKING PLEASE, I loved Dae's wallpaper comm so much that I had to get one too since I had the money at the time and I fucking SPRINTED to the artist's page lmao

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The artist is renpaichoo and their stuff is SO good and affordable, so please go comm them ;_;

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[whatkindofnameisella]

who gave the extraordinary attorney woo writers the right. i like you so much it feels like im sick inside. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[warlordfelwinter]

GALE PROPOSED

[anxietywriter]

Dialogue Prompt #73 || Weekly

"... You remind me of home."

"Huh?"

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Ah.. So that's the fall everyone keeps mentioning.

[the-axe-and-flail]

Look this ended up way longer and more detailed as I went on pls someone talk me out of spending the next week writing this God damned AU-

An AU where Gyomei declined Kagaya's offer to join the slayers and instead was picked up (aka sold by a crooked PO) to a guy who sailed the world procuring acts for big name circuses like B&B or Sparks. The man recognizes his unusual height and equally unusual strength, and with the help of an interpreter, he learns that Gyomei doesn't want to fight at all. The recruiter reassures him there is no actual fighting in entertainment (rather that it's all dramatization, like a Kabuki act) and he agrees, seeing no other out for himself and deciding this is the least harmful of his options.

Over the next 8 years he ends up in B&B where your family is a group of tumblers and trapeze artists. You find his strong silent type fascinating, and you love watching him train the caravan cats to do tricks like jump through hoops and balance spinning plates on their heads. Normally you'll find him in his off time training his body to peak physical form (something everyone who comes to see the strong man act is VERY aware of), but what most others miss are the moments of downtime when he's having tea or peacefully meditating, eyes closed as he soaks in the morning sunlight. His white, cloudy eyes seem to always find you when you think you can steal a glance, but he never seems to acknowledge your inquiry.

It isn't until a few months in that you're tasked with working on a new act for the tumbling floor routine that you decide it's time to get to know the seemingly gentle giant. Without any real plans in mind, you find him one morning cleaning up the equipment from his daily cat training and offer to help. He seems a bit skeptical at first, but doesn't take long to relent and even thank you for your help. He asks if you'd like to stay for tea as an offering of thanks, to which you happily accept, asking all sorts of questions about it as you see him take the small porcelain teapot and 2 small cups from a little leather box in his caravan. He explains the differences between eastern and western tea drinking, the entire while you're enamored by how precisely and delicately he holds that tiny teacup (and oh to be a teacup in those big strong hands).

You explain to him over tea about the new tumbling act you're trying to put together, and ask if he's ever thrown a person into the air the same way he hurls those tree stumps and boulders. It takes a bit of back and forth, but eventually he agrees to give it a go, though not before telling you how much he doesn't want to hurt you and please be careful. You promise that you've also trained your body to be the perfect (and safest!) acrobat you possibly could, but that his worry is really sweet and you appreciate him looking out for you. As you reached out to place your hand on his as a sign of agreement and thanks, you felt and saw his entire form stiffen slightly and immediately pull away, giving a soft apology as you do. The rest of tea time is spent enjoying the quiet sounds of the nature around you until set up begins for the afternoon.

It was a bit hard to find time and room to practice your new act, but you didn't let that stop you. Sometimes you had the interior ring to work in, other times you had to make a clearing for yourself in the woods just outside the caravan camp. Whatever your arena though, it was obvious that Gyomei was a worrier. He'd spend half of set up and stretch making sure all large rocks or fell trees were moved so nothing would accidentally harm you would he miss the catch or fumble the toss. Not that it was ever a worry of yours mind you, from the very first moment his hands wrapped around your waist to lift, to the countless times your fingers interlaced with his massive ones for stability, he'd never once given you the impression that he wasn't in complete control.

It was almost a wonder in and of itself, really. You knew he was blind, as they announced it at the beginning of his more dangerous acts, but he never really seemed like he couldn't see. He could catch axes thrown at him out of the air, he could hit a mark on the dime with a whip or throwing dagger. Time and time again he'd wow audiences with his ability to balance on a single foot, holding several hundred pounds of longs on his shoulders while jumping from pole to pole. It was clear this man was anything but ordinary, never faltering in his step or routine for even a moment.

Maybe that's why you felt so comfortable with him holding your life in his hands. When you would mess up a flip or over rotate a turn, he was there to course correct and catch, regardless of how far off target you were. It was addictive in its own way- crashing into his strong chest only to be a moment later wrapped in his arms as he slowly lowered you to the ground. The deep hum of his chest as he sighed in relief knowing you were safely on soil again. You on the other had would giggle, the rush of adrenaline a long held family favorite. You'd immediately be speaking plans for how to fix your mistake and asking if he was okay for another round, not quite noticing the dusting of pink on his ears as you spoke.

It was becoming a topic of discussion around the caravans as well- everyone noticed your breakfast tea time before warm-ups and set up/tear downs. They also noticed how even in down time you two gravitated towards each other, helping with tasks and chores, doing your washing together, even taking meals together when able. Some of the other acts even starting watching your practices, enthralled by just how high he could toss you, how gracefully you maneuvered in the air, and how deftly his catches and precision your balance was. The clowns in particular became a regular audience, always willing to cheer you on and offer fun suggestions to spice the act. For the most part it was silly or unhinged hinged things like doing the act in your knickers so you could charge triple (to which you swear your saw Gyomei fluster a bit, followed by a roar of laughter from the painted crew).

It wasn't until the night of your first show that you'd really felt nervous. This was the first act you'd ever put together without the help of your family, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was entertaining enough to really make it to the regular acts. Sure it featured one of the most popular acts of the circus, but would you be enough to pull your own weight, or would Gyomei end up shouldering it all like so many of his other features? It was enough to make your heart pound (and not in the good way) and hands tremble. Luckily for you Gyomei had spent the better part of the last 3 months getting to know your body very well, and could hear and sense the disturbance in your mood.

"Everything will go as it always has. You will be strong and precise, as you always have." His words were spoken softly, but the conviction in them was obvious. "And I will always be there to catch you." A phrase so simple it could easily pass for a quiet kindness, but the large calloused hand that tenderly held your face was a siren. Your whole body was a fire, at the mercy of his rains, and all you could do was stand there and soak in the warmth of his palm as your heart screamed at you to move.

A second later the lights were on you as the music blared, Windjammers blasting the march you knew by soul now. For the first time you looked up to see Gyomei with a gentle, genuine smile as he stepped back and held his hand out to you, waiting for the moment you started the routine. With the loud roar from the packed stands, you rushed into him as his hands wrapped around your waist, wasting no time before skillfully tossing you up, wrapping his fingers with yours as you balanced in his palms. Tossed through hoops of fire, over dangerously deep drops, and at heights unheard of, you wowed the cheering stands as time and time again your near death was evaded at the last possible second by your resident strong man. His grip was safety, his white eyes all seeing, and his precision impeccable. In the security of his catches, you were free to fly at impossible heights and perform stunts you'd only ever dreamed of as a child watching your parents on the highwires. And as the music came to a crescendo, your heart damn near beating out of your chest, you looked down to see his focused expression turn to one of tempered joy as he braced for your final catch. A moment later, the music hit its end as you were hoised above Gyomei's head in a spit handstand, balancing only on his single palm.

Cheers erupted, nearly deafening you as the two of you took bow after bow, backing out of the main ring as your personal cheer squad clowns gave rushed congratulations and praise as they flooded the stage for their own act.

"That was amazing!!" You gasped, hardly believing you'd just pulled off something so magnificent. The adrenaline in your system burning with the need for more.

"You were perfect. Just as I said you'd be." His deep voice reverberating through you despite the rushing of your pulse in your ears.

"And you caught me, just like you said you would." Oh to be able to see the smile on your face in this moment as you grinned from ear to ear. But he didn't need to see it, he could hear it in your voice and sense it in your heartbeat; the heat of your hands as you grabbed his was the definitive marker.

"And I always will." Despite the band and the crowd, despite how softly it had been spoken, it was clear as crystal. The large hands once again come to cup your face, this time followed by the sensation of his lips so perfectly meeting yours. His fingertips tracing the sides of your face as your own hands grip the collar of his uniform, both of you a tangle in the night as a blanket of blinding lights and music shields you from prying eyes, tucked behind the big top.

[loverofartandgaypeople]

LIKE I JUST NEED TO SEE THE BYERS HOPPER FAMILY ACTUALLY FUNCTION AS A FAMILY. LIKE I WANT SIBLING MOMENTS BETWEEN JANE AND WILL AND JONATHAN AND I WANT MOMENTS BETWEEN HOPPER AND WILL AND I WANT MIKE TO BASICALLY BE EL'S FAMILY AGAIN (HE ALWAYS WAS) I NEED A PLATONIC FAMILIAL BOND TO BE ESTABLISHED BETWEEN EL AND MIKE. I NEED TO SEE SMILE AND BE HAPPY FOR THEM WHEN SHE SEES BYLER INTERACT AS A COUPLE. I NEED HER TO HUG THEM AND SAY "I'M SO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE OKAY" AND I NEED THEM TO BOTH SAY "ME TOO" BECAUSE THEY HAVE, AND ALWAYS WILL BE...HER FAMILY. I NEED MOTHER DAUGHTER MOMENTS BETWEEN JOYCE AND EL AND I NEED ALL THE JANCY BYLER PARALLELS. I NEED THEM ALL MORE THAN I NEED WATER AND OXYGEN. I ALSO NEED A PARALLEL TO THE SCENE WHERE NANCY AND JONATHAN WAKE UP AND THEY'RE LATE AND JONATHAN RUSHING TO GO TO HIS JOB AND NANCY RUNNING OUT THE BACK DOOR. YEAH I REALLY NEED THAT PARALLEL WITH BYLER. THE ENERGY JUST MATCHES. ALSO LITERALLY ANY JANCY SCENE EVER BASICALLY. ESPECIALLY THE GETTING MURRAYED SCENE.

I NEED BYLER TO GO ON A REAL DATE. I NEED THEM TO KISS EACH OTHER, I NEED TO SEE THEM INTERACT AND FUNCTION AS A OLDER ROMANTIC COUPLE. I NEED EL TO FIGURE OUT HER OWN PERSONAL STYLE AND BECOME HER OWN PERSON. I NEED A EL MAKEOVER SEQUENCE WITH THE WORDS IN THE BACKGROUND "NOT HOPPER, NOT MIKE...YOU." AND A SHES THE MAN REFERENCE WITH JOYCE SAYING "NOW PRESENTING...THE NEW, NOT IMPROVED...JANE HOPPER! AND SHE WALKS IN LOOKING SO DIFFERENT AND SO MUCH MORE CONFIDENT AND BEAUTIFUL AND HER BROTHERS AND HOPPER ARE JUST STANDING THERE SHOCKED. AND MIKE AND HOPPER ARE PROUD OF HER. SO IS JOYCE.

[linda-rose]

her paying our song again for filming !!! my heart !!! I was literally thinking yesterday it's a shame she did it so early and it had no chance of making it in the movie because something about that seemed extra insanely magical when it happened....WELL!!!!!

[everlastiingiimmortals]

((just did Yukong's quest. ow.))

[gaiasnewdawn]

[savagevillain]

LET ME ASSIGN YOU A LOVE LANGUAGE

a knife called grief

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything. You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven't been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you'd do that for them.

tagged by: @malka-lisitsa (twinsies)<3 tagging: @witchfirst, @labonaires, @viikingwitch, @tricursed, @el3nas, @survivingpierce

[rosicheeks]

You are doing amazing and the stars should be proud that their atoms help make a woman like you.