#she's just lurking

[thefrsers]

im unwell😭she really said Nash with her whole being😭

[drawing--dead]

Heeeeeeeey! L8sten!!!!!!!!

[lesbianshadowheart]

where do YOU place on the Arkane daughterhood scale

[themarychain]

do you think emerald fennell is checking tumblr and ao3 on the regular to see if we’re making content and doing our job

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Chair Lore: 2013 edition(no lore, just pics haha):

[200llbun]

Au where Dipper is deadass blind (working at the library) and cannot see the tall lanky monster thingy in front of him and just kinda assumes it's a human - he knows somethings a bit off about the guy, but he stops his assumptions there bc it's rude and he got over his paranormal phase years ago. (He didn't)

[mariaseelie]

I forgot to post it here !! Catradora cuddles suggested by @shjack180 and some creepy looking plushies in the background that were supposed to be a tribute

[stuckinapril]

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[presiding]

high chaos/low chaos/join the chaos in my dishonored 2 rewrite

[per1w1nkl3]

everytime I turn on my little star trek episode and kirk has that little slutty green wrap around uniform it is a joy to the eyes

[geminison]

And here I thought it was urgent

Catnapping Daud and displeased Billie. While I don’t think Daud has a habit of sleeping right at his workplace it certainly happens more than he likes to admit. Billie is kinda used to it but occasionally has to fight the urge to do something that’ll wake him up (sometimes she gives in bc what’s the hell, you sleep while we work our asses off, rise and shine, old man)

[revivisection]

she's 39 he's 4000+ and they're having a slumber party (they squat in the same apartment)

two images of similar themes but very different styles because??? i honestly don't know

[viric-dreams]

Tamaas (eventually Tamara)

Addressed as: Madam* (she/her)

Age: 23

Height: 5’4”

Occupation:

Main Skills: Shadowy, Watchful

Prominent Quirks: Melancholy

Closest to: The Urchins

*it's a form of address that feels strange compared to its Varchaasi equivalent, but she no longer has any claim to that title.

Backstory below the cut:

She never questioned her life, much like she never questioned her love for Mihir and her native Varchas. One rarely has to when all is well and life is easy.

She doesn’t understand why her brother did not share this contentedness. Fraternal twins, they were ever-close, sharing everything, but his interest in the Jewel-Turbaned Youth and his fanciful club was something that she simply could not get her mind around. The rest of the family paid it no mind—they’re harmless anyway. Let him have his fun.

She doesn’t know what it was that stopped her from retiring to bed that one fateful evening, a nagging in the back of her head that something was off. When she stepped back out into the yellow evening lamplight, a familiar shape slipping down the streets confirmed her intuition. Her brother made it as far as the Mirrored Gate before she clamped her hand around his wrist. Was he mirror-mad? What could he possibly be thinking? Who would want to leave the light, and to set sail on a steamer with a Tamaas captain he’d only met that morning? She’d argued with him, begging him to see sense, until they were both shouting. Deep in their quarrel, she’d barely noticed the shape in the mirror pressed up against his back until it was too late. It struck and he screamed, jerking to the side. Hand still latched around his arm, she slipped in turn, down the slope beyond the gate and both of their lives ended in an instant.

She’d later piece together what had happened from The Sympathetic Captain, most of her memories a blur, and Mihir knows, she’d had enough time on that ship to play her retelling back in her head in endless combinations. Before her brother had even met the ground, before his head had hit stone and his heart had stopped beating, he was Tamaas. As was she, not a fraction of a second later. The Captain had heard the commotion and was not far from the bottom of the cliff. She had insisted that the Captain take them both, that no one in the city would help them anymore. She had to get him to the next port where he could recover.

How his body had disappeared a day later, on a ship miles from the coast, was not one the Captain could answer, no matter how much she raged, how many objects in the cabin she smashed in her fugue. The Captain could only offer a sympathetic ear and a cup of tea.

When the ship finally docked in London she disappeared into the darkness, too ashamed of her grief to say goodbye. Her life was over, but somehow she would have to keep living, Tamaas or otherwise.

[heebiejeebiesart]

Remember who you are...

Ya know when you get an artistic vision that won't leave you alone until you create it? Yea well that happened to me while listening to the Lion King soundtrack mkay byyeee~

[raiain]

pov the girlies are being unhinged in the whatsapp gc

(original insanity goes to @tenfluenza and @honestlyprettynotsomuch n their intriguing gc behaviour)

[names-zane]

Look at her! Stare at her with your eyes!! Burn her into your memory!!! She is so cute!! I hate how cute she is!! Fuck!! I'm crying!!

Ok, not so happy bout how they changed her hair and stuff to be more like Tiger (finally watched Sevens, so 🫥), and the outfit is kinda ick, like girl you'll catch a cold. But otherwise got nothing to say.

Also love her new cards, and Manabu was great, as always.

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