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#is it rlly worth it? lmao
niishi · 1 year
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road leaving my town is one lane on both sides for about 30-40 miles. signs all over telling slow drivers to pull over and let people pass. anyways, I don't even get mad when ppl in front of me start driving extra slow bc they're mad I'm on their ass. I might not be that guy, but there's plenty of guys out there that exist that will run you off the road and literally murder you and I sleep peacefully knowing those vigilant heroes exist and are out there serving justice. your time will come. creating road rage situations isn't as smart as you think it is. just fucking pull over.
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jade-len · 3 months
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svsss fangame where you're on a date with sqq after getting wife-beamed but bunhe is quite literally out for your blood and thus you must avoid getting killed in the stupidest ways possible. objectives?
1. prevent the date from going to complete shit.
2. survive sqq's painfully oblivious ass not getting any of your hints and, somehow, get it through his head (which will raise his affection stats)
3. escape the raging hormones of a queer mentally ill teenager's unfiltered jealousy and willingness to do anything for the object of their affection. completely unscathed.
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catmanbowser · 2 years
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Drew these two because i keep thinking of that one panel from dark knights of steel and my longing for kory
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tomwambsmilk · 6 days
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need some of my succtuals to play red dead to elevate the fandom discourse just a little bit. I'm drowning in x reader smut over here and I need at least one (1) of you with whom I can discuss themes and motifs and what the hell is going on with d*tch v*n der l*nde
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druidgroves · 2 months
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a mutual haunting (they both live au)
October 23, 2287
Inside his decontamination pod, Nathan Tate gasps for the first breath he will take in this new century.
He doesn’t know it yet, still trying to parse what the fuck just happened to him. Shaun had been in his arms the entire time, from when they entered the vault to getting into the pods. Across from him, Georgia had been staring at him from her own, an indecipherable look on her face like something bad was going to happen. Considering he just had a gun leveled at him and their son taken out of his arms by force before being shoved back into his pod, she may have been right.
The door of his pod opens with a hiss and he stumbles out of it, legs wobbling like the gelatin they served during Basic. Nathan sucks in air like a drowning man. He chokes on the crisp coolness of it, some artificial taste bitter on the back of his throat that makes him cough. An alarm blares from somewhere around him and an automated voice says something about a cryogenic array and it clicks. Anger courses through him like an overwhelming wave and he punches the door of his pod. His hand bounces off as it explodes in pain but he barely registers it. The vault staff had been lying to them. They hadn’t been decontaminated at all.
A yell tears out of him, primal and ripping through his throat, and God he needs a place to put this fury before it consumes him. The people responsible seemed like a good target. Whoever took Shaun had hell coming after them, once Nathan could find his way out.
He paces back and forth in front of his pod, trying to quiet his raging mind. It’s only when some water drips onto his head from the leaking ceiling does he remember Georgia in her own pod. He approaches.
On the other side of the glass, she was perfectly frozen inside. Her wheat blonde curls fell over her shoulders and framed her face that was contorted in anguish as if she had been frozen in the middle of a scream. Their conversation from before the end of the world replays in Nathan’s mind as he looks at her from the outside. He swallows and quickly goes to check the other pods housing their neighbors.
All of them were slumped over inside, skin wan and eyes closed. A terminal mounted on the wall at the end of the row catches his attention. It doesn’t have a password on it and responds when he taps the spacebar. Files flash over the screen and Nathan sees Cryogenic Array: Offline and system failure as his eyes skim over the words until others stand out. Pod C6: Nathan Tate and Shaun Tate. His eyes skim faster. He sees Pod Door and Override Engaged on the same line.
Overridden, then. If it was the same people who took Shaun…it was possible they were still in the vault, right? They had to be—whatever happened topside would have destroyed everything. There was no surviving out there, at least not without a fight. Right about now, Nathan had a lot in him.
Below the entry for him and Shaun is Georgia’s. The status reads as Alive as opposed to all of their neighbor’s Deceased, which he supposes is a good thing. He wonders, vaguely, why she was left alive but her pod not overridden like his. A malfunction, maybe? There was no option to override from the terminal and as Nathan walks back over to Georgia’s pod, he wonders if busting her out is even a good idea. Staring into the horror of her expression, all it does is conjure up memories of the night before. He swallows again, her words echoing in his head.
“I want a divorce.”
Nathan bites down on the inside of his cheek. After what they just went through, what they have now lost…surely she wouldn’t still mean that. They had made a promise when they got married, hadn’t they? Until death did they part? His to have, hers to hold.
But then again…frozen as she was, she had seen him give up their son to strangers. Sure, there had been a fucking gun shoved in his face, but he could assure himself that she’d still be angry with him. If there was one thing he knew about his wife, she could hold onto her anger in ways he never could, keep it all inside until it was ready to rear its ugly head. He had gotten a good look at it last night.
Nathan begins to wonder how far away “last night” really was. If they were frozen, how much time had passed? How much time was passing for Georgia now, still frozen in the same position she’d been subjected to for God knows how long? And, if she remained frozen, how much would she be aware of if he thawed her out?
His mind races and he brings himself to look at her face once more. The corner of lined lips he had once enjoyed kissing–could enjoy again, if she’d let him after all this–had a red smudge from shaking hands that had applied it that morning. Her freckles are faint under the dusty powder covering her cheeks. Even with her eyes crinkling in the corners like they are now, he notices for the first time the delicate black swoops of her eyeliner. At the bottom of the glass he can just see cuts and dried blood on the knuckles of her left hand, bruises blooming against fair skin.
Looking at her through the glass, all made up and emotional, Nathan makes a decision. Whatever it would take to find Shaun, he knew Georgia to be too soft for it. She’d been a housewife before all this for God’s sake, sitting around their home in her neatly ironed skirts and playing with her hair and makeup between home cooked meals. She wouldn’t even go on walks around the neighborhood, much less fight. How could he expect her to join him in trying to find the people who took their son? No, she would only hold him back. And with how she felt towards him now…he had an idea.
Nathan would find Shaun. He’d give hell and then some to those responsible and then he would come back for Georgia. She had been left alive for some reason, so he could count on her being safe while he was gone. Sitting pretty in her pod, so to speak. As the threads start to weave together, he’s only more and more sure of his idea. If he came back to get her with Shaun in his arms, then she couldn’t possibly stay angry with him. She wouldn’t be able to.
“Don’t wait up,” he says to her pod, and begins his mission with a vengeance.
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taegularities · 5 months
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ayotamacorner · 6 months
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iiii like to hc that someday in the future when tav dies and astarion doesn't because he's immortal that he goes down into the underdark and finally makes amends with all of the spawn he brought to cazador all those centuries ago. where he can see that all of the work he did, that impossible choice of giving up ascension to be better, that it all paid off in the end because the spawn have built themselves a civilization that's thriving and happy. that he can sit down next to sebastian and properly, truly apologize. sebastian has no obligation to forgive him, certainly, but there's an understanding between them of the position astarion was in at the time and the fact that, no matter how horrible what he did was, he did not have a choice. and id hope by that point that maybe astarion would have healed enough as a person to understand that and not hate himself forever for his part in ruining these people's lives, but also i feel like he'd be just as likely to take a place there beside them for a time just to feel like he's making up for just a sliver of it. idk i really want a fic where astarion and sebastian just talk post-game, because their interaction in game shattered my heart
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tandytoaster · 10 months
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This is my little space pirate guy Alph <333
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thalassic-p4rk · 4 months
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just watched a chunk of atsv on an oculus and i feel awful physically but holy hell
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nulltune · 1 year
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😳💦 wanted to try that method(??) of coloring over the sketch....... and ofc i'd use a pretty moon lady as a test subject😤❤️ and then i wanted a smiling ver too bc 🥺 JUST LOOK AT THAT SMILE HOW COULD U NOT WANNA SEE IT!!!!! i'm a simp okok but damn my impulsive ass because making that when i alr merged all da layers was </3 Not Fun n_n
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ionianwanderer · 11 months
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But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me....
And you, and you, and you and me
And you, and you, and you and me
And you, and you, and you and me, and-
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candyunicornsateme · 2 years
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the only thing I wanna quietly say while I’m thinking it is that... I often think that Kyle is angry a lot of the time, maybe not always, because he cares and is sensitive 
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squuote · 7 months
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I love scribbling down comic ideas it’s so funny because it’s all half assed but with a delightful charm.
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reitziluz · 8 months
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i need to clear out my desk so that i can draw. i need to finish my previous fic art. i need to draw the kiss!
i also want to get back to writing the commentary chapters. but. the sheer amount of plants mentioned in ch4. is daunting...
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weedclown · 11 months
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my dog spent a solid 5 minutes just kissing my face
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havin some thoughts
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