#i was given BRAINWORMS

[princesaltines]

"Did you... Did you just hiccup?" .... "I'll take that as a compliment"

[vaggieslefteye]

꒰ঌ I'm grateful you're my father more than anything ໒꒱

꒰ঌ I'm grateful you're my daughter more than anything ໒꒱

[mail-me-a-snail]

Your chest against mine, My gun against your spine, And we'll leave the world the way dreamers do.

commission for @glitchinginthegarden of her best fighting dog--i mean--boy, gil!! my love my light <3 was given full reign over this one so i had a LOT of fun :3

[sapphorror]

Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Tak are actually all horribly vindictive spiteful people to more or less equal degrees, but the interesting thing is that Zim and Gaz both exact vengeance in very specific, premeditated ways, which are often wildly out of proportion but once they feel like they've evened the score they will pretty much immediately forget about whatever pissed them off in the first place—whereas Dib and Tak are both ostensibly above being ruled by petty grudges, but very obviously boiling over with a constant resentment that sends them pouncing like rabid dogs at even the slightest opportunity or excuse to make the object of their ire suffer (and if they're both working towards their own self-serving end game that just HAPPENS to involve every terrible thing imaginable befalling their enemies, well... that'll just be a happy by-product of their personal success).

I don't I have any point to make here, I just like it when these freaks are all an overwhelming danger to society (and each other)

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Nine was done so ditry actually cuz the Grim wasn't reformed at the end of the show like the Prism dissapeared the second everything else was reformed and didn't give Nine the chance to fix the Grim as well, this is all that is left of it

a floating tower in the middle of the Void with nothing to protect it from the onslaught of the shard debris going at concerning speeds with no resistance to slow them down

Nine was left with absolutely nothing. There aren't even any robot parts to salvage cuz all of those disappeared with the rest of the Grim. There might be something in that spike pit but doubt it's much.

And if we take it the the way the Prism reset everything to how it was the few minutes before Sonic shattered it, (but everyone from the shatterverse kept their memories because if not that what was even the point) Nine was either left in the baren Grim desert ro starve to death with no way out, or.he's back in New Yoke where everyone hates him or is at least negatively avare of his existance.

Because the power stunts he pulled? Puposefully detoriating the streets of the city and flipping the whole world sideways? The people Sonic wasn't there to save definitely saw Nine's image in the sky and connected the dots.

The Resistance despises him as well because not only were some of them present at the Grim battle, Knucks that has been electrocuted for solid 30 second (I counted) and abandoned during fights by that fox like four times most likely didn't and wont speak to highly of him.

Hhhh not to mention the fact that Nine's gotta have to sleep for at least three days straight after all the adrenaline and prism energy leaves him and with all of that strain he put on his body constantly for a feew days at least, his immunity system is definitely compromised which means that he's most likely gonna get sick the second hes gets back in the city and

[spacegoathours]

thanks guys. 💜✨

[ronnierosest]

I had a VISION 🦑

Orpheus & Emperor

Don’t worry about it, they’re besties.

[ositia]

bugsnax literally wont leave my brain.. here are some more of my human grumps :o)

while im here have this too

[moghedien]

I’m never gonna be over little Hotaru running over to hug Haruka and ask what she and Michiru wished for 😭

[nativehueofresolution]

do you all think about when armand told lestat "i will do as you ask and not what you want: i will spare your ill-fated nicolas" or is it just me because the implications of that line make me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[amimuu]

My brain: "You can't listen to a single album all day long" Me: SAYS WHO. SAYS WHO.

[queen0fm0nsterz]

I keep thinking abt Zoruru and Taruru's potential as a comedic duo. Yall don't understand how funny but also potentially emotionally investing I think they are. Like on one hand we got this kid fresh out of training with hopes and dreams to achieve, already at a good point in his career because hey, he got accepted into one of the most elite platoons their army has to offer! What more could a guy like him possibly ask for? And on the other we have an old man who at this point is completely disillusioned with the Keron Army, never wanted to find anything worthwhile there to begin with -- he only joined to go after his true objective. He's not moved by ambition, but rather revenge.

Their personalities are the polar opposite of each other which you'd think would cause them to clash. There's teasing, playful banter (from Taruru) and half hearted threats (from Zoruru), but in spite of that they get along surprisingly well. That's because they have one thing in common: neither wants to be put aside. They both want to make something of themselves. They want to be recognised; Zoruru, by those who wronged him, and Taruru, by... everyone. He might be not exactly sure, but he wants people to recognise his worth. In that process, they both train hard to work towards that goal. Maybe together, maybe separately, but the idea is that they both end up doing exactly that: they acknowledge the other's abilities. And later, each other. As people.

They both get exactly what they need out of this unlikely bond. Taruru finds someone who recognises him as being apart from the crowd ("not a background character", as he put it in the GRR platoon arc), and Zoruru finds what he's always looked for, even though he might have forgotten it along the way: a genuine friend. Taruru gets the older keronian to loosen up, if minimally, while Zoruru reminds the younger one to not place his trust in a single life path.

They're not just great comrades, they're genuinely good for each other.

[cissie-queen-jones]

Sometimes by Nick Lutsko

[nilesmoon]

this shot of sawashiro is simply breathtaking to me!!!

like. seeing him crash and burn after hearing that his son has never trusted him, realizing that the chance he took by sending a tip geomijul didn't pay off, that the "miracle" he asked for is too late (just like he is). It truly is something to watch!!

to me, this really is the scene to show how incredibly miserable this asshole is and the cherry on top is how the way he sits is the exact same pose the corpse next to him has got.

[lunacias]

「If it wasn’t fake...if it was real the whole time...was my pain real too?」

I feel like...I’ve been dreaming for a long, long time

[experimentalmadness]

Sunshine

It's more Eidel and Astarion. Because I'm insane about them.

Summary: Astarion watches his consort tend to the palace gardens. Can a vampire lord even feel love? Spoiler alert: You bet.

Ascension route but make it soft, because I said so.

If you're looking for more of my fic let me point you in the right direction.

***

She was the sun. 

Every morning Astarion watched his consort go out into the high-walled gardens. The courtyard had been a dismal, rotten place, but it had flourished under the care of its new mistress. He watched her from the upper balcony, watched her as she stretched onto the tips of her feet, hands splayed wide, head tilted up as she drank in the summer heat. A basket of cut flowers sat at her feet. 

“Hello, my lovelies,” she sang. “Shall we do a little trimming today?” 

Vines and branches bent towards her, creeping and curling around her ankles like a cat would its tail. The very earth itself loved her. He was almost jealous. She cupped a pale, white lily in her hands and the urge to incinerate it came upon him so strongly it took him by surprise. Such expressions of love and tenderness should be saved for him alone, but as quickly as the instinct flooded him he brushed it aside. She wouldn’t be his consort if she was not the gentle soul she always was. 

Astarion gripped the edges of the stone balustrade. Sometimes he felt of two minds. There was the Vampire Lord and then there was the living man. The vampire wanted to enclose her in a chamber no one could ever access save himself, where she would be his. Utterly, permanently, and he’d never need share her with the outside world for an eternity. The man knew better, but that didn’t mean he let her out of his sight for long. 

But luckily his little consort had no reason to stray very far. Nor had she ever wanted to. She pulled him into the world in a way he hadn’t accounted for. He wasn’t sharing her with the world, she was gifting it to him. 

“They kept me in a cage,” she’d told him the night he’d turned her. She had always sidestepped telling him anything about her past. Even when he had revealed all to her. 

“The past is the past,” she’d been fond of saying. “I was alone for such a long long time. I’d like to know what happiness feels like.”

She’d been so sad when he had finally demanded to know all that had happened to her. She was quiet as she told him all she knew and he never wanted to see such a dead-eyed look on her face ever again. 

“You’re all doing so good, my darlings,” her voice broke through his memories. “And, my sweet one, shall we try growing again this morning?” She sat by the sickly willow sapling at the center of the garden. It had been dying when they had taken up their residence in the palace. Astarion had thought to pull the pathetic thing up by the root, but Eidel had been insistent on nursing it back to health. Three years later and it didn’t seem to be making much progress, but she insisted that healing took time. 

She petted and caressed the sapling, humming softly to herself. “Look at this, is this a new leaf I spy? Well done!” 

His jealousy was getting the better of him. It was the work of moments to transpose himself from the balcony to the garden. His powers had been growing by the day. Eidel turned at the sound of his magic, a smile bursting wide over her face. “Come to help me in the garden?” she asked. 

“Darling, do you really think I was made for grubbing about in the dirt?” 

She giggled. “I’d certainly enjoy seeing that.”

He was about to fire off a rejoinder when he felt something tugging at his cloak and ankles. “What in the…?” Vines and roots were curling around him, reaching out to pull at his clothes, muss his hair. Even the sickly willow was trying in vain to stretch out its singular branch in his direction. “Your little plants do realize I’m not you, don’t they?”

Eidel laughed harder, “Oh dear, everyone, do settle down! Sorry.” She waved for the plants to release him. “They know how much I love you, and so they love you in return. Now, now,” she wagged a finger at a particularly stubborn creeping vine that was doggedly hanging onto his arm. “Enough of that, or I’ll start to get jealous.”

She rubbed her nose to his playfully as the last of the plants receded. The mud and dirt on her hands stained his shirt sleeves and Astarion found he didn’t care. “You’re not here to ask me to come inside, are you?” 

“And miss seeing how my treasure shines in the light? What exactly do you take me for?” 

“So…that’s a yes to helping me with the trimmings, then?” 

“Manipulative little wretch, aren’t you?” 

She planted the softest peck on his lips. “You taught me everything I know.”

He adored the look in her eyes when she gently teased him. There wasn’t a cruel or cunning bone in her body. And when they were alone, truly alone, he found some of his own cruelty slipped away from him. He was just Astarion to her, not Vampire Ascendent, she’d never looked at him any other way. 

She belonged here. In the sun. In the warmth. Even as a vampire she was full of life, hope, joy—a kind he would have scoffed at not too long ago. And he had done, when he had first met her. He would give her everything, anything, to make sure that glow stayed with him. Only with him. 

“Eidel, are you happy?” he asked. 

Then those hands that had been tending to her plants so carefully were on him. She wrapped her arms about his shoulders. “What a question! Are you?”

“Ah, ah, I believe I asked you first.”

“Of course I am. Your turn.”

 “You make me happy, dove.”

“Good,” she took his face in her hands and kissed him soundly. “You know what would make me even happier?” she whispered, lips feathered against his own.

“Don’t you da—”

“Is seeing you learn how to tend a garden!”