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tardxsblues · 9 months
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We don't need heaven, we don't need hell. They're toxic. We need to get away from them -- just be an us.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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A new challenger approaches (slowly)
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undertheredhood · 4 months
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jason todd falling in love with someone from the perspective of the other batfamily members has got to be the funniest thing ever, because he's not going to tell them anything about his personal life so easily, which is going to lead them to greatly misunderstand everything. so while jason’s giggling and kicking his feet while imagining his future wedding with his crush, his family is immediately calling john constantine to exorcise the demon that is clearly possessing him.
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sun-flower-siren · 3 days
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“I should know you, shouldn’t I?”
“You’ve been out here traveling for months? Gods, what happened to you?”
“I don’t remember… I think something hit my head. I woke up on a crashing ship, but all before is a blur.”
“And you remember nothing?”
“No, nothing besides a name. Does it matter?”
“No.”
I love to play with the idea of Gortash being the one to be loBhaaltomized and tadpoled, and how that dynamic shift would change everything… so here’s a snip from a little role reversal AU for him and my durge Damrys.
Sidenote it’s been forever since I’ve posted any of my art here, and I’m not really sure how often/how much I will in the future but I find tons of good BG3 stuff here so I thought I’d share!
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ladykissingfish · 9 days
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*Kakuzu wakes up in bed, feeling disoriented and groggy*
Kakuzu: What the — *groans and touches his forehead, where he discovers a cloth bandage* What the hell is this?
*Hidan walks into the room with a tray*
Hidan: Holy shit … you’re awake!
Kakuzu: H-Hidan? What happened? Why do I feel so strange?
Hidan: First of all, lay back down, old bastard. You ain’t been very well. You don’t remember what happened when we came back from that mission?
Kakuzu: No?
Hidan: *sets down the tray and kneels on the floor by Kakuzu’s pallet, sighing*
Hidan: We came back, and I told you that your skin was like, turning fuckin’ green. You said it was fine and that you just needed a bath. You got through the doorway, and out of no where you just passed out. Your big stupid head hit that table in the hall, that’s why you got a bandaid. Seriously ‘Kuzu you need to lose some weight, it took four of us to drag your ass in here! You —
Kakuzu: *closing his eyes* Just get to the point, brat.
Hidan: Anyways, puppet-dick looked at ya and took some blood and shit and he said you were poisoned. Probably that guy who gave us the bread when you dropped your bounty off to him. I TOLD you that fucker looked like a shitty asshole! That’s why I didn’t eat MY bread, but your cheap ass blows a fuse about “wasting food” and —
Kakuzu: Hidan.
Hidan: Right. So puppet-dick made ya some kinda antidote but he said it’d make you sleep for a while, til your body got rid of the fever or something. You been in here, being a pain in the ass, for almost a week.
Kakuzu, muttering: I’ve been out a week? Good lord … wait. These aren’t the clothes I was wearing before, right? Did you … did you change me?
Hidan, blushing and scowling: It ain’t a big deal, bastard. I’ve just been giving you little washings and I changed your dirty-ass clothes. So what?
Kakuzu: *looks at the tray and sees it contains a bowl of broth*
Kakuzu: Have … you been feeding me, as well?
Hidan:  … What? I was supposed to just let your dumbass starve to death?
Kakuzu: *is momentarily stunned silent at the implication that HIDAN has been taking care of him*
Kakuzu, managing to sit up and clearing his throat: That looks really good, and I’m hungry. My arms still feel a little weak; can you help me?
Hidan, blushing harder than ever: Y-yeah. I mean I guess since you’re old and weak I have no choice. *dishes up a spoonful of broth* Open wide, bastard.
*Hidan feeds Kakuzu quietly for a while*
Kakuzu, smiling: This is good. Konan is a fine cook.
Hidan: Tsk; I made this, asshole.
Kakuzu, surprised: You did? On your own?
Hidan: You say that like I’m stupid or something. Yeah, on my own. I made a roast and then strained it and added cream so that you could swallow. If there’s any left, when ya get better we can eat the actual meat. You —
Kakuzu: *reaches out and pulls Hidan into his arms, cradling him against his chest*
Hidan: O-Oi! Hey! Let go of me, old man!
Kakuzu: *ignores Hidan and kisses the top of his head* I love you, you insufferable brat.
Hidan: *smirks and allows himself to relax in Kakuzu’s arms* Love you too, you shitty old bastard.
Kakuzu: I’m a shitty bastard, eh? Well you know what? Your God is fake and your beliefs are garbage.
Hidan: Your money won’t last and your greed will send you to burn in hell for all eternity.
Kakuzu, pulling off Hidan’s shirt: Burn with me.
*the two start making out in-between trading more cutting insults*
Deidara, coming into the room with medicine sent from Sasori: God damn what the fuck is wrong with you two, hm?!
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tragedykery · 2 years
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no you don’t get it. tané is literally so brave and strong and proud and loyal and hard-working, all to her own detriment. her and susa’s relationship was born from and ended in tragedy. she loves so deeply and she always ends up getting hurt because of it. she’s an outcast who fought her way to the top. she fulfilled her ambitions, got everything she had ever dreamt of, only to end up losing everything. she was both destined for greatness and chose and shaped her own destiny. she’s so strong and good and flawed and so, so human and I am so, so, so normal about her
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imcringeonpurpose · 1 year
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Joel's hair is brown with a lock of green because. Shrek.
The more murders and death that occurs, the redder and the more blood Joel's hands become stained with.
He has a nervous habit of running his hand through his hair.
A dark-ish yellow is the result of mixing red with green.
Do you understand me right now.
Eventually, the red drowns out the green. Do you understand me.
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randomnameless · 17 days
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Re about Cat :
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In Nopes she complains because her dad asks her to lend CoS troops, instead of asking Dimitri or Rhea herself...
But unless Count Charon is as dumb as Leopold, he knows pretty well Cat isn't the one who can lend him Church soldiers.
Of course Fodlan dgaf about non students characters, especially if they are affiliated to the Church, but I wondered, maybe Count Charon didn't want to ask Rhea herself to lend him some troops because he has a strange relationship with her -
Rhea is, after all, the one who welcomed his daughter when she was hunted by the Kingdom and the reason she's alive, Dad!Charon, whatever was his position during the "Cassandra hunt" wasn't the one who protected his daughter, Rhea was.
Maybe he feels already to indebted to her to even ask her, in person, for more soldiers?
As for Dimitri...
I always found it disappointing how both game never explored more Cat's backstory, ffs if Faerghus was "feudal uwu", the Crown (even if it was during Rufus' regency) ordered Cat's death, she was branded a traitor and someone who commited regicide ffs.
What was happening with House Charon at that time, were they happily going to give their daughter to the crown, when Catherine was the presumptive major crested heir, to have her executed? When the entire Kingdom branded her a traitor and had her name besmirched, was House Charon totes okay with, you know, the accusations that their precious heir participated in the plot to kill Lambert?
Lonato throws a fit because Christophe was executed by the Church, but Lonato is only Rowe's bannerman - Charon is one of the major Houses in the Kingdom, wouldn't they have thrown a "larger" fit if the crown wanted to execute their heir??
Or maybe that could fell in the larger "the Kingdom was in chaos" thing - House Charon might have been "this" close to rebel against the Crown ?
In a way, it might explain why Garreg Mach wasn't visited by the Kingdom's forces asking Rhea to hand Cassandra over if the crown's forces had to cross Charon territory to reach Garreg Mach...
So in with this BG, it would make perfect sense why Count Charon wouldn't ask Dimitri for more soldiers (granted we're talking about Church soldiers?) - Charon is still a loyal bannerman who fights for Faerghus, but his trust in the crown would have been severed, and it's up to Dimitri to rebuild that bond.
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melverie · 2 months
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you know that pic with the guy who looks crazy and in the bg there's a bunch of red strings connecting papers on a board together? you rn
I mean it really does feel like it anon
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dulcesiabits · 7 months
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Idc if Cabernet ruins people's lives for selfish aims and has no remorse for kidnapping and ruining two people's lives beyond repair and has no drive to change and also is a cannibal. She's sexy and also she called me her special ingredient so I'm ready to be victim #3
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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My rendition of @tempo-takoyaki's DTIYS!
Congrats on the milestones! And to everyone else, please go check out their 'Drawing TGCF (except I haven't read the books)' series!
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thebluestbluewords · 2 months
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Moral Education
*chanting* OT3 OT3 OT3!
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Mal's teeth are sharp when she grins. “The beast king locked all the royal children up in his castle, just as he’d been locked up and abandoned by his own people. It’s to teach us all a lesson. So we can learn the power of isolation, or something. I don’t know what moral lessons your father is trying to impart. I’m not from here.” 
“Where did you hear that?” 
“School.” 
“Do you–” Ben starts, and then just stops for a moment, with his mouth open and his jaw working like he’s trying to digest the fact that the villains have more accurate information about his father than he’d reckoned for. “Did you have a source for that? One I could read, maybe?” 
Mal scoffs. “Like I’d ever steal a textbook. That’s school property. I’m a beacon of goodness and moral integrity for these trying times, and I’d never steal textbooks from a blessed institution of learning.” 
Ben levels an incredulous sort of look at her. “Really.” 
“Really. I didn’t steal anything–” anything of value, Mal adds to herself. “From Dragon Hall.” 
“Because there wasn’t anything to steal.” Evie adds unhelpfully. “And you didn’t attend very often.” 
“I had better things to do.” 
“Liar.” 
Mal rolls her eyes. She attended school enough of the time. Like, at least half of the days that they were allegedly supposed to attend. She showed up just often enough to keep all the little villains in line, and to get the free food that some particularly enterprising adult got for the cafeteria. “Whatever. The point is, we know that your father donated his old castle to keep the royal children all locked up in one place, and that’s why we’re not allowed to leave. The king wants us all contained so we can be just like him.” 
Ben’s face folds up into a frown. His eyebrows do this cute crinkly thing when he’s confused that makes Mal sort of want to kiss the point in the middle of them, right where his head goes all wrinkly. Like a weird, sexy old man. “That’s not true. We’re allowed to leave on the weekends.” 
“You’re allowed to leave,” Evie chimes in. “We’re not. Only the Auradon kids who have parental permission can go into town. I asked Fairy Godmother, and she said that we don’t have signed permission slips from our parents, so she can’t bend the rules and let us out, even though we could just send the permission slips over to the Isle of the Lost for them to sign.” 
“Like my mother would ever sign something to make our lives better.” 
“My mom would forge her signature for you,” Evie says sweetly. Ben’s eyebrows are reaching a new level of distress, but that’s not their problem. “She knows how. It’s something you learn, when you’re cohabitating with someone. Which our mothers are doing. Because they’re fu–” 
“OKAY, OKAY, OKAY.”
“Fucking,” Evie finishes, flashing an absolutely wicked grin. “They’re fucking. Because that’s just the headache we needed. Our mothers having a forbidden isle romance, after we already claimed that story.” 
“I’m going to end our romance if you don’t stop talking about my mom’s sex life,” Mal grumbles. She’s watched a lot of shitty, awful things happen on the Isle of the Lost, but her mother’s romance with the Evil Queen has been one of the most disgusting.  “They’re like watching a pair of goblins try to catch a fish.” 
“Disgusting and wrinkly,” Evie agrees. “And something that feels illegal. In the boring, gross way. Not the fun way.” 
“I’ll show you the fun way.” Mal shoots back. Her mouth just runs on autopilot sometimes, without any actual input from her brain. It’s sort of a problem. “In bed. You wanna get up to some indecent exposure together, princess?” 
Evie’s mouth is so red and sweet, and Mal is well aware that it’s lip gloss, but she still wants to lick the shine off of Evie’s perfect smile when she turns it on like this.  
“I think that should wait til later, M. We have a guest right now,” Evie says sweetly. “Ben?” 
Right. They have his royal highness over. 
“I’m–yeah,” Ben squeaks. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “I mean, sorry. I didn’t know that Fairy Godmother wasn’t letting you four leave on the weekends. I mean, I knew that you weren’t going anywhere, but you’re always so busy, Evie, and I just figured that you were staying on campus to get everything done, because that’s what I have to do, and– uh, I can talk to her. About it. If that would help.” 
So sweet. 
“That would be great, babe,” Evie coos. “You’re the best.” 
Ben ducks his head into his smile. It doesn’t make sense for the crown prince to be shy, but Mal’s maybe, possibly been keeping track of when they can coax a real smile out of him, and nine times out of ten, when they get his real smile instead of his public one, he ducks his head to hide it. 
It’s cute, in a sad sort of way. It’s one thing for Mal to watch Evie, and Jay, and Carlos hide their real smiles, because they’ve grown up hiding their emotions from everyone but each other, but Ben’s supposed to be the well-adjusted one. He’s supposed to be Auradon’s perfect prince. The boy wonder who always has a kind word for everyone. Their future leader, equipped with a strong arm and a kind heart and a level head. It’s sort of distressing to think that he’s been taught to hide his emotions just the same as they have, so Mal buries the feelings for now, and keeps watching and waiting instead. 
“The best,” Mal echoes. “Best boyfriend ever.” 
Ben’s eyes flicker up to meet hers. Gods below, but she has got to stop falling for this boy every time he smiles at her. It’s not fair to the others. She’s got a limited number of butterflies that her stomach can produce, and they all seem connected to the way Ben’s smile makes his eyes crinkle up at the edges. It’s even worse when he’s all sunlight and golden like this. She’s going to have to have Evie make blackout curtains for their room, because it’s just not fair to keep bathing Ben in golden afternoon light. He’ll get some sort of complex. 
“Thanks,” Ben says, voice round and soft around the word. It fits naturally into his mouth just like it doesn’t in Mal’s own. “I’ll do what I can. There’s nothing I can do about official school policy, but I’m pretty sure there’s a loophole about students whose parents don’t have custody that we can exploit to get you four off campus. I’d wondered a bit why you never took us up on visiting the ice-cream place.” 
“Maybe we hate ice cream.”  
“I’d believe that.” Ben says seriously. “I would. That was a good delivery. But I know you, Mal, and I know that you’d never turn down an offer of mint chip.” 
Ugh. Unbearable. The butterflies aren’t going away. 
“ANYWAY,” Mal says, spinning away from her boyfriend and his stupid golden eyelashes. “As I was saying, I’d never steal from Dragon Hall, because I am a beacon of moral purity now, and stealing is wrong.” 
“And because you didn’t go to class,” Ben agrees, with just a hint of a laugh in his voice. “Or so Evie says.” 
“Evie’s a liar and a cheat.” 
“And she’s right here, Malfeasance Bertha, so if you want any help with your remedial goodness homework later, you’d better watch your mouth.” 
Her girlfriend is the worst. 
“Anyway,” Mal says again, turning so she can face both of her beautiful, perfect nerds at once. “We were taught that king beast locked up the royal kids in his former castle so he could keep control of them. And for moral lessons, or whatever it is you good folks tell your kids to keep them compliant. And then we got here, and we’ve been stuck on the castle grounds since then, soooo.” 
“So your logical conclusion was that your teachers were right, and my dad locks us up here,” Ben says, nodding. “Okay. I see it now. Do you want to know the real truth, or would you rather bring it up to Fairy Godmother when we ask her to let you off campus?” 
“I want the truth.” Evie breaks in. “Please. I spent enough time locked in a castle back on the isle, so if there’s another way of living, I want to know about it.”
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cup-noodle · 3 months
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Why am I laughing so hard at this headline
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Absolute icon
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althaeaofficinalis · 1 year
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a day of fallen night really goes hard on "monarchy is a chain of poisoned links, it is trauma, it is dangerous for those who live under it and traumatic for those who embody it," and if the only one you get is the inysh queendom you haven't been paying attention. kediko onjenyu is frustrating beyond belief, refusing to listen to wisdom and converting those who stay in his realm to his comfortable materialism. noziken pa dumai will have to be married to a man and bred to continue the line, something she has never wanted to do. every single one of these monarchical founders is exactly as bad as the rest - galian berethnet is just the most recent.
like how is suttu the dreamer better than galian? the founder of house noziken? when the results are always, always the same? queernorm won't save you from the inherent lack of bodily autonomy found in a monarchal system, and THAT'S THE POINT that shannon is making! that's why cleolind left! that's why the prioress is elected, and a munguna isn't a shoo-in for the role! as chained as glorian is, so too is dumai. we just know about the lie of the berethnets. it's all about gathering their own power.
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POV: You’re a freshly resurrected Jon Snow and you need to take some akshunᵀᴹ post mutiny
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hexenwrites · 1 year
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Jay: Aww, what's your dog's name? Carlos: Spartacus. Jay, yelling to Evie: TRY SPARTACUS! Evie, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK! Carlos: Jay: What's your favorite number?
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