Tumgik
#would that be fucked up or what
Text
what if you lived in a small town in the countryside and you were in unrequited gay love with your best friend who went up to the mountains and disappeared for a week
and then a creature stole your friends body and came back from the mountain and you’re the only one who noticed and the creature imprinted on you because you’re the only one who’s ever been kind to it and it wants to experience the simple joys of humanity and it follows you around like a puppy
266 notes · View notes
magicaldreamfox1 · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
MAKING MY OLD GIFSET IDEAS — 16/25
“You and Macau aren't even worthy of being my sons.”
127 notes · View notes
livejournallegacy · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Thursday - Live at Vintage Vinyl 09/16/2003
350 notes · View notes
wildstar25 · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
G'raha looked so serious while he pleaded his case to venture into the World of Darkness with the Warrior of Light. The sudden conviction in his tone had Arsay at a loss for words. Still, she did not hesitate to meet his request with an accepting nod. He was an important friend and in the passing moons that they'd come to know each other, a strong fondness for him had taken hold of her. The prospect of helping G'raha find the truth behind his mysterious inheritance made Arsay's heart pound. It was the perfect venture for them to embark on. The first of many, she hoped. The two turned towards the impossibly tall spire that dared to pierce the heavens above. Arsay's resolve strengthened in its presence. When they next find themselves gazing at the tower -with their quest completed and the world no longer under threat of total destruction- she'll properly ask G'raha to be a companion in her travels. A grin crept its way onto her face as her gaze shifted to him. If Arsay could find it within herself to bare her heart to others so readily just as he does… perhaps their future adventures will find them together, hand in hand.
Tumblr media
38 notes · View notes
radiantmists · 8 months
Text
call me an idiot but i do not get what grand purpose the corinthian serves as a nightmare like. what deep fear does he illustrate? does humanity need reminding that hot men may carve out your eyes and eat them?
80 notes · View notes
iris-of-the-eye · 2 months
Text
Imagine Sam goes to a Tesco Express or other store of that kind one night at 3 am during a Magnus Institute binge search because he ran out of coffee and instant ramen.
He feels slightly ashamed at the state he's in but when he goes to check out, he sees the cashier is equally sleep deprived and depressed looking so his anxiety quickly dissipates.
He gets all the items out and immediately hands the cashier a 50 pound bill because he just wants to skip the small talk. The other man almost robotically hands him the change and bag.
Sam starts to leave but musters up the last bits of his energy to be nice. "Thank you, sir, have a good night."
The cashier drowsily looks up at him. "You too, sir."
Sam knows that voice. Adrenaline rushes through his veins and he whips his head back.
"Norris?! From my fucking puter?!"
53 notes · View notes
catilinas · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media
So There’s This Tomb
134 notes · View notes
conspicuous-clown-car · 6 months
Text
lol what if the daycare attendant was the only sentient animatronic in the pizzaplex
37 notes · View notes
pillfactory · 9 months
Text
what if he went my michael reznor
53 notes · View notes
squircatlies · 7 days
Text
Hey, so if not being able to feel fear makes Georgie basically immune to all the horrors, would lobotomy also do the trick?
14 notes · View notes
guccigarantine · 11 months
Text
what if batman and superman used to be a wrestling duo and were also lesbians
65 notes · View notes
fkitwebhaal · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
Astarion had thought their attempt to talk their kin out of her plan was doomed to fail, but he found himself unsurprised when they appeared to win her ear. They had that effect on people, a way of getting to the heart of someone and pulling at the right strings. Orin apparently was not immune, and he’d watched with pride as she lowered her daggers at their bequest. Then their father had interrupted and forced the fight anyway. He’d plucked the chance for anything other than blood out of both his children’s hands and set them against each other. 
I think the Dark Urge should get to be big mad about how Orin and they are doomed by the narrative. As a treat.
So I wrote a fic about it and drew this.
9 notes · View notes
pointlessfrog · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
this frightens me
13 notes · View notes
crow-with-a-bow · 4 days
Text
Imagine a cat boy who’s pronouns are he/him/hiss
9 notes · View notes
ari-dee · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Let me free you from this prison.
64 notes · View notes
Text
what if i wrote a fic about the events immediately following enoch's death from benjamin's perspective.
14 notes · View notes