#theyll be friends again

[scorpiun]

whatever you heard, maybe it's not the whole story. ( you know its gonna be all mk1..)

 eyes    emanated    a    white    glow    in    replacement    of    the    vivid    welcoming    brown    orbs    they    once    were. the    empty    whiteness    held    no    humanity. just    a    portal    into    nothing    that    reflected    what    has    become    of    him. a    grand    loss    has    entombed    what    was    of    him    in    this    realm. a    man,    a    father... [    it    burned    in    the    nether    ]. what    became    of    the    ashes    was    something    worse. familiar    yet    entirely    different    to    kitana. they    were    friends,    friends    before    the    events    of    this    tournament    unfolded. [    could    she    still    call    him    one... it    was    something    he    wondered    even    as   a wraith. ].

      he    knew    the    princess. seeing    all    sides    of    things    was    practically    in    her    upbringing. but    compassion    is    what    made    the    most    of    kitana. and    even    upon    this    hellish    skin    of    his    he    could    feel    that    misted    compassion    being    cast    upon    him. there    was    nothing    left... what    had    been    had    gone. his    clan    killed. his    family    brutally    murdered    by    earth    realms. then... he    died. that    is    what    he    saw. that    is    what    he    knew. and    he    was    back    now. a    mind    too    difficult    to    sway. (    but,    perhaps    anything    can    be    swayed    with    enough    effort... ).

      she    claimed    there    was    more    to    what    happened    he    was    ignorant    to. and    perhaps    together    they    could    find    out. but    his    mind    had    already    been    baked    in    the    kiln    of    nether. every    second    he    spent    not    seeking    those    lin    kuei    dogs    was    a    moment    his    family    would    go    unavenged. he    would    not    have    that.

      ❝    ive    seen    what    happened    to    my    clan. my    family. myself. i    was    there. that    is    the    story    that    played    out    and    i    plan    on    finishing    it,    kitana. ❞

[screechingfromthevoid]

nothing (besides everyone ignoring Orym's deal) has made me angrier than watching Dorian keep up this facade. Dorian Storm has always been a type of mask he's worn. At first he called himself a liar because of it. The happy go lucky bard was a way of escaping for him. He was escaping Brontë so he created Dorian. He didn't believe he was Dorian. Until the Crown Keepers made Dorian real. And for a while, he really believed he was Dorian. That he has this new family and new life and he could be who he truly wanted to be.

And then his brother came back and made his problems Dorian's problems. Until he had to put Brontë back on. Because even if the Crown Keepers + Cyrus called him Dorian, he was Brontë. He had to be who his brother thought he was.

When Cyrus dies, the thread to Brontë had snapped. He was going to see Orym, back to the Bells Hells, back to Dorian Storm. But the foundation of Dorian had shattered. Dorian was created in order to run from his place in life, family, Cyrus. Now he was gone. The Crown Keepers had fallen apart. His friends fell through his fingers and he couldn't do anything to stop it. He was once ready to side with a betrayer god for these people and now they're in the wind.

So Dorian shows back up to Bells Hella and he's completely broken. The foundation of both of his lives has been thoroughly rocked. No brother. No Crown Keepers. The two things that forged Dorian Storm. He wears that mask so fucking well. Because he still wants to believe in it. He said it live on stage that he should "believe his own backstory". The one he made up. The one where he was a bard.

He wants to be Dorian so bad. He spends all his money on Orym, he spins the bottle so he can kiss his friends, he flirts, he blushes and giggles at compliments. Exactly how Dorian would, should.

But he wears the gold of the heir. He has a festering animosity inside his chest. He doesn't sleep. He's thinner than he was. He doesn't sleep. He sicks abominations after their creators. He talks to God's without an ounce of self preservation, daring them to strike him down. He does not acknowledge them as they taunt him.

The god of beauty and magic calls him beautiful and he does not smile.

[hotdadsparty]

been thinking about how jade might mourn the fact she absorbed jadesprite because now shes living the memories of someone she never was but will always be

[beepartcollection]

i dont follow that headcanon of Bidwell and Scout being brothers, however i do think if they were that'd make Bidwell a fellow massachusettsian, and after seeing that miku countries trend i wanted to draw him as such. they got groceries at market basket and now they're at south station to go back to mom's

[grand-line-shenanigans]

Always always always thinking about childhood friends au

[nyatbinary-81]

@vulpixisananimal sifstem art jumpscare!! more specifically i got bored and decided to mess around with sif and mal's outfits.

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

thinking about how Icarus checked to make sure they had two pickaxes when they were flying over to coop after Jamie and Easton asked them to. thinking about it.

[socksandbuttons]

looking and staring at the fact bloodmoons jealous of lunar being brought back but not him but also disregarding the entirety LUNAR was the one to promise him a body.

[mcrunchybones]

something something photography being the art of memory and recording and basil being the photographer something something the way hes always the witness and never the subject and maybe he doesnt think he deserves to be the subject something something taking a photograph being the act of freezing a moment in time forever and basil (and sunny by extension) never being able to grow up and move on from what they witnessed the day mari died

[scarlet-sam-chaos]

nm just a girl freaking out about going to college and having to share a living space with people like actual humans-

[luck-of-the-drawings]

two wrongs WILL make a right! ive got another lease on life, and im using it well, who cares if this is all fucked up cause we're all GOING TO HELL! IM JUST WILLIAM WHO SHOULD BE DEAD, HAD TO FOLLOW THE THREAD, thought he was just chillin! now he is a villain! HES ALWAYS SUCH A BUMMER, HE WANTS TO TRUST HIS BROTHER WILLIAM IN A HALLWAY BY HIMSEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[felixiskandar]

im with the shippers on this one tbqh. like why are they doing all that if carmen and syd arent meant to be

[idyllic-idioms]

crocheted dice bag that folds out in a dice tray 🥰 got the pattern for free from green fox farm designs! this took me about 5 hours to make!

[smiling-stel]

Azhdaha says hello!

[redux-iterum]

Smudge is always there whenever Fireheart visits. Does he spend every night watching the forest? It speaks to your talent as a writer and worldbuilder that I'm so concerned for the lonely kittypets of the Houses.

He's in his house most of the time, and sleeps large parts of the day and evening away, but when night comes, he's always got an ear open for his old friend's voice. Even if he wanted to, and even if he doesn't get to hear that call very often, he just can't drop the habit.

[ducktollers]

got a sortof interview for a research assistant job tomorrow and sooooooooo scareds :D