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#communication my Absolute Beloved
carnivalcarrion · 2 months
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the best thing about having a cat that Fully understands and typically obeys the commands "sit" and "stay" is that when she doesn't obey, you're Keenly aware that it's a conscious decision
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spacedlexi · 1 month
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the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭
#twdg#i love the way s4 connects back to lees whole 'murderer' thing back in s1 😭 guilt...atonement.....systems of punishment#i love thinking about s1>s4 themes and crying#anyway this is partially why i hate when i see the ericson cast reduced down to 'just some teens' its so much more than that#them being abandoned in a boarding school for troubled kids is SO IMPORTANT its not 'just some school'#anyway its also probably why theyre my favorite cast#theyre literally one of if not the most mature group of the series even while being a bunch of kids who make choices i dont agree with#because they actually love and care about each other. even when theyre mad. because theyre all they have left#i do think the vote was a fair way to handle it even tho i still ultimately find it cruel. they couldve talked it out#but this is still a story that needs conflict to resolve so is what it is#they would rather they leave than have to face their confused feelings. the most immature thing they do. but understandable#they did such a good job crafting that cast for clem GOD an entire ensemble built around her and aj....delicious#zombie/post apoc media about love and community my beloved 😭#sorry but get tf out of here with that 'humans are evil and everyone dies' lame ass bullshit we are nothing without community#the amount of love pouring out of s4 is like getting my ass kicked but then they give me a big hug and kiss after and send me on my way#s4 my absolute beloved i really love it more and more every time. so much to appreciate even with it the way it is#the themes bro the themes........ the connections between seasons 1 and 4 you are everything to me#it speaks
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I like to think Wolfwood has the ability to keep smoking when he tops.
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hanselsknives · 2 months
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I miss the cold crush blue, it was goin’ down.
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whump-allthe-way · 7 months
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broken whumpee’s that whimper and beg and cry, huddled in the corner of their room with tear stained cheeks and trembling shoulders.. vs broken whumpee’s that kill and destroy, tearing down the world around them so they’ll never be weak again.
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earl-grey-love · 2 months
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"This character is canonically annoyin-" Canonically my wife now.
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leojrthetanooki · 4 months
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oh fuck it is december 10th
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thank you troy barnes and abed nadir for pulling me into a great show by being autistic
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orbdotexe · 4 months
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They’ve been like this for a while now. The Guardian gets hurt, Ghost scolds them, and they feel guilty for burdening him; for dragging him down with them, and being why he can never go home. They won’t listen when he says they’re his home.
bonk bonk bonk. this is my apology for taking so long on... literally everything else. The Cayde short is actually done now, but wasn't at the time of me finishing this one (which has been done for a few days, I'm just. too lazy lmao) so someone bully me into posting Cayde Hug please
Anyway here is a nice Young Wolf and Ghost short! angst with a side of some beloved bickering <3 they are so stubborn but they are soulmates (platonic), your honor.
[ao3 link]
The statues, twice their size, are caught in poses of combat-ready or investigative, some having tried to run farther down the hall. The blizzard swells and dies out farther down the corridor, leaving the blanket of wisp-soft Void swirling around their steps as mist continues bleeding through the cracks in what was once a battalion of Cabal.
Their arm sways at their side, cold blood squeezing out of shrapnel wounds down the side of their body, the other hand tightly gripping Howl. Ghost materializes to their left, but they stumble forward, stepping towards the frosted over parts of their helmet. There’s a shard of a frag launch splitting down through the eye of it; the orange glow dead. 
They plant the tip of the sword on the ground to hold steady as they lower themself over their helmet, Ghost trilling worriedly behind them. The streams of blood begin to reheat, numbness leaving the limb in favor of a boiling pain, and they can feel the soothing chill of Ghost scanning their injuries. 
Shakily setting Howl down beside them, they move to pick up the tattered helmet, to be met with an irritated strumming through the Bond. “Guardian, at least hold still long enough for me to heal that arm before you make the bleeding worse,” Ghost sighs out. The Guardian only grumbles, before holding the arm out for a proper scan.
The movement itself makes them tense, resisting the urge to screw their eyes shut against the pins and needles and the accidental twisting of metal scraps still in some wounds. They hiss at the cold air, partially regretting the choice of Void as they all but pour heat out through the shredded armor and skin.
They trace the broken edges of their helmet with their spare hand, rather than watch Ghost knit the skin back together. The feeling of the metal shards being pushed out from the inside as the torn muscle pulls back together makes them nauseous. 
No matter how many times they’ve felt it, or woken up from a death to their insides still being patched together, or had to pull themself off of spikes for it to even happen—The nausea always comes back. The frustration of never getting used to something so common in their non-life always comes back.
“Guardian.” Their fingers are bleeding, cut on the broken metal. The edges of their vision swims in and out, and they're not sure if it’s blood loss or the hallucinations again. “Guardian? You’re doing it again.”
They blink, and lower the outstretched arm. The burning feels distant, and the skin is stiff with dried blood, but the wounds feel closed, and the repaired parts of their armor are thinner than the parts that hadn’t been damaged.
He sighs, more irritated—exhausted?—this time. “We’ll need to see Drifter again if we want to repair your armor properly. There’s only so much I can do.” It feels as if he’s scanning them, but the blue glow never comes. “Still with me?”
As a soothing pulse pushes through stiff barriers of Light, they feel some sense return to their body and their face soften. Turning their head away from Ghost, the Guardian gives a small nod. A part of them wants to cradle him; say they’re sorry for putting him through this. He should’ve had someone better. 
They settle instead for a soft rippling in the Light; the feeling of tucking a sleeping other’s hair away. He knows what they mean.
Ghost shoves his shell into the side of their head, making them lose the thought and duck away. “We’re not doing this again, Guardian! If the Traveler itself gave me a chance to pick someone else, you know I’d refuse every time.” His voice softens as he speaks, and he must have seen the small wince that crosses their face.
“I mean it, Guardian,” he chimes, firm but soft. Wholly faithful. “When I told you, through Light or Dark, I meant it. Even if it’s just you and me against the world, I wouldn’t change a thing so long as I had you.” 
They know Ghost means it; they’ve never doubted it—But that’s the problem. He deserves so much better than a monster for a partner. The crumbling, now barely recognizable statues of Stasis prove them, if not a monster, a force of chaos. Both unstoppable, and immovable. Even with the explosives and traps, there was never a chance. 
The shared turmoil strains the Bond with impressions of spirals, and Ghost lowers himself to hover just over their shoulder as they hold their other hand up for him. “Monster or not—and I’m not saying you are, but you never believe me—” He rambles, “You’re still my partner. My Guardian.” 
And he’s their Ghost. But it changes nothing. The blood is half dried, dripping sluggishly, as he closes the cuts in the pads of their fingers. They rub them together, the nerves still knitting together feeling like pins and needles. 
Nudging him with their shoulder draws a huff out of Ghost. “Yes, I’m done. But this conversation isn’t over.”
It’s their turn to sulk—The conversation is never over. Who’s the monster, who’s to blame, who should suffer: Ghost’s answer is always the same—They scoop the parts of their helmet up, moving it to one arm, before sheathing Howl on their back. 
They could clean it later. Ghost gives a puff of discontent.
As they stand, the sound of the last remnants of Stasis crackling out of existence drags their eyes up. The remaining wisps of Void smoke are quickly phasing out of the air, and they take a moment to watch the last evidence of their destruction crumble into nothing. Only the damage of weaponry to the building and their spilt blood remain.
“I’d say that’s progress, wouldn’t you?” Ghost murmurs, tone light, and they can’t help but give him a weird look. This quiet destruction– progress? They get a puff of indignity in exchange. “Well, I did get the data Drifter needed, so yes– But not what I’m talking about.” 
The look he gives them is… cheeky. They don’t like it. “What I meant was…” There’s an audible smile creeping into his voice—victoriously smug—as he bumps their head. “Youuu didn’t fight me on healing this time.”
Scars. He’s smug about the scars. 
They give a thin-lipped grimace at his priorities, and he just beams brighter. “It’s not much, but you don’t make personal progress very easy, Guardian.” They huff and turn away from him, walking down the hall to the back exit. 
Ghost rests his shell in the junction of their hood as they pull it back up, both of them knowing the Guardian will walk slower so he won’t fall out.
“I’ll take any win I can get with you,” he chimes to himself, quiet.
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suddeneclipse · 10 months
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Guess who finally finished her fursona's new ref?! (me. it's me)
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alltheprettyplaces · 1 month
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🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
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kiawren · 2 years
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Been quite inactive lately, but look at this art I drew of kiawe and me :]
I'm happy with it! I think I drew him well ^_^
ok to rb btw!
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kay-selfships · 8 months
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clearly i had priorities when it came to the 4.0 update
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hshouse · 2 years
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raylex · 2 years
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i had a dream about this fella last night so here’s some art i’ve done from the last few months! + a screenshot edit i attempted :)
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i never post my homosexual rants about noid here! anyway i’m gonna copy and paste one i wrote a while back because I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!!
 it's official: i can't think about anything except for noid and it isn't even an exaggeration anymore. he is. like. taking over my brain quite literally. my mind, heart, and soul basically belong mostly to him now. honestly? i wouldn't have it any other way. lllike yknow how literally the only music i listen to is 80s music. i can list about 200 songs from the 80s off the top of my head if you wanted me to. and every 80s song reminds me of him. matter of fact ANYTHING from the 80s reminds me of him. AND THAT'S MAJORITY OF THE MEDIA I CONSUME!!! no matter HOW MUCH i try i can't escape from thinking of my husband and i'm. i'm not even exaggerating it anymore when i say that i am obsessed beyond comprehension. and i am perfectly fine with that! without him i would be the most miserable man ever but no. i have him. he's there for me through everything and anything because he's always in my mind <3 it's like. the more i talk about him and think about him and dream about him the deeper i fall in love with him. and i talk about him ALL the time. nothing i say about him is an exaggeration anymore. that's how far and deep my love for him goes and it's just going deeper and deeper to the point of no return. i can't get over how much i love him. at this point i'm practically crazy over him. i'm like, going insane but in the best way possible!!! and to think it’s nearly been 2 years since i first fell in love with him.. crazy. i really love this silly goofy guy with every atom of my being and he deserves the world. and i am willing to give that to him. amore mio per sempre <3
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bigmeandragonlady · 1 year
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downloaded and played Traveller's Road last night and i really wish i had done so sooner b/c it's very enjoyable. buuuuut, i sketched my mc! i might be able to pick up steam and render it out a bit more.
Poor Otmund being stuck with not one but two chaotic spell-casters. 'fun facts' under the cut
She/her, halfish elf, Druid/Bard, 177cm tall
Lower then average constitution, surprising amount of strength, dense (flirting needs to be blatant kind of dense)
Mostly uses plant focused and healing spells not many offensive spells.
Is pretty good with a staff: it may not help her cast spells but she can beat you with it
The pouch? Random things she picks up and... a surprising amount of dirt is in there
Pack is not organized, she tries, really
Spellbook is a mix of spells, journal, notes, and sketches
Shilled out for the cloak a couple jobs ago- it's warm, water resistant, and has an attached hood. too bad there's a couple holes in it now.
Wakes up with otmund's cloak over her -> does not give it back
Really wishes she had bought that healing potion
Usually wears her hair at least half braided up when traveling
Romances Otmund and tries to meet up with Rein regularly for drinks/catch up
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