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wilchur · 8 months

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I've seen a lot of people talk about how the game doesn't give you any leeway when you play The Dark Urge, how it makes it very clear that Durge was A Bad Person, but I haven't seen it pointed out that Sceleritas seems VERY well versed in gaslighting the hell out of them and steering Durge away from any doubt or guilt in regards to their actions. Makes me think that they've probably had those types of conversations before because Durge actually always had a soft spot, only it got smaller and smaller in time. I have not had the opportunity to see the Heal cutscene yet, but I've got the butler in my camp now and he had some interesting things to say, like

[Durge: Can you tell me the worst thing I ever did?

Sceleritas Fel: There was one time you gave a beggar some coin while we were en route to the Devil's Fee.

Sceleritas Fel: You didn't kick him or spot on him or anything! I was so shocked I almost fainted!

Sceleritas Fel: I still have nightmares about it to this day. But I'm sure you only did so to lower the suspicions of the Flaming Fist. Surely?]

and it struck me because tossing a coin to a beggar is a bit of a thoughtless act isn't it? You don't put much thought into it, you just see someone in need and you do it. Out of empathy, generosity, something The Murder Incarnate should not be capable of. Sceleritas' uncertainty of Durge's reasoning for it totally convinces me it was NOT intentional. A simple act of kindness that slipped out.

ALSO

[Sceleritas Fel: The only way for a Butler to die is if we are not of use to our Master. But you have always needed abundant assistance.]

They always needed abundant assistance. Why? Because they kept slipping out of Bhaal's grasp? We know they did at least once, with Gortash. Maybe it was not the first time, maybe there are more "Letters of Forgiveness" tucked away somewhere.

To me pre-tadpole Durge is just terribly mindbroken and indoctrinated person hooked onto the sense of safety, purpose and acceptance of their dark side that the cultists and their father give them. Yeah they enjoy murder, gore and all that. That's the curse of their blood, but I don't think they were ever entirely consumed by it. Morality, guilt and empathy have always been there on the edge of their mind. Losing their memories (depending on player choices I know, but bear with me) was what they needed for them to be finally brought forward.

#i am very normal about this #its 3 am #i just hate the “inherently bad baddie character” trope sorry #durge is my little meow meow #imagine everyone treating you like a monster all your life because there's something Wrong with you #and then these wackos come along and are like “actually its all good we love you please do more of that”#unconditional acceptance is one hell of a drug lemme tell you #that's exactly how all those repugnant online communities get created #the dark urge #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #durge spoilers

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morgana-ren · 8 months

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i love angst, and i love your writing, but please, PLEASE, i beg you, could you write some hope of tav ever returning now that the imbecile, has realised the error of his ways 🥺😭 (either way, thank you so much, for all your astarion writtings, it has made me feel things, the angst is real and my masochistic heart loves it🥲)

First part of the story HERE

Common complaint I got on that one! So I fixed it just for y'all. This ending is much less sad and much more sappy, so here is the comfort you need after all that angst!

"Darling, will you smile for me? Just once more. Please--"

He feels her cheeks in his palms, the soft skin against his battle-hardened callouses. Desperation cradles his unbeating heart, and for a moment, the emotion is far too much. A searing flame after centuries of frost. A bonfire in a blizzard. It hurts-- it burns--

"My love, I just need you to--"

"Anything my lord, anything at all for you. Simply command me and I will do anything you ask."

"No, I can't-- I-- I won't do it. I won't. I won't!"

"My lord?"

Her head cocks, turning slowly to look upon him, but her eyes-- they are empty; beetle-black and hollow. Her smile is uncanny as a painted doll, her movements disjointed and inhuman. Her teeth are stained crimson with blood, dripping, dripping, ever dripping down, never swallowed, only pooling.

She is light as a feather as she slips away from him, her skin marbling into a sickly gray before ash spreads across her body as a disease, smearing her form into nothingness. Only her face is left untouched, pretty as porcelain, unflinching and unfalling save a small crack that splinters down from her forehead down to her eyes, revealing inky black abyss beneath.

"My lord-- Oh, my tender, vicious lord. I can feel your anguish-- your hunger. Devour me to be whole once more--"

Her blood smells of rot and she--

She is too far gone to save. Too far gone to ever be saved.

"I won't!"

Whirlwind. Pain. Confusion and dread and seeping anguish. A maelstrom of rage and all-consuming despair swelling from within his soul—

—his soul?

The world around him falls away, a wicked tornado thrashing him about, his mind howling in the eternal winds--

And suddenly he is in a chair.

Not a throne. A chair— and a rather uncomfortable one at that.

"What in the hells—"

His vision spins, nausea curling his gut into a wicked tide of sickness barely restrained by his teeth. He tastes stale blood crawling up his throat, threatening to overturn onto the faded rug beneath him.

"Did you see what you wished for, little spawn?"

The voice takes him by surprise. It is not hers, but another, less familiar voice. The wailing animal in his head retreats to a dull roar as his memory creeps back. A brightly colored tent assaults his vision, piecemeal rugs and odd, foreign trinkets abound on makeshift shelves, and before him sits a strange old woman, hood pulled heavy over her straggling gray hair.

"I-- What was that?"

He sees her cracked, aging lips upturn, gnarled hands placed protectively over a strange orb on the table touching his knees. "I have shown you your future, vampling. Was it to your liking?" Panic rises within his stomach again, and though he does not breathe, he clutches his chest. The smell of incense clogs his nostrils and again, the wave of sick threatens to spill forth. Wretched taste of metallic, aged blood sits heavy on his tongue, all sensation too much-- all of it too much.

"No-- No, that cannot be it!"

"This is your path, Pale Elf. The road you walk. The power you seek is well within your grasp, but as I told you before, it will cost you everything."

He vehemently shakes his head, denying it. Denying it before her and all the Gods.

"You told me upon entry that no price was too great for your reward. Do you still agree with this sentiment?"

"No! Not-- not her. Not her. Not that! I couldn't--"

"You can and you shall, sure as the moon follows the sun. You will have everything you ever wanted, but cost of this ritual is plain before you. You cared not for the many souls left to your mercy that are crushed beneath your tyrannical fist in your ascension, but what of the sole one that resides in your heart?"

Her. The light of his life. The air he breathes. The sun on his frigid flesh, the warmth that melts his icy heart.

"No," He hisses, trying to stand, but ultimately unable to muster the strength. "I won't! There-- There must be another way. Show me!"

"There is no other way," She says, solemnly. "It is inevitable."

He swallows down the information like a boulder lodged in his gullet. Her words echo endlessly in his mind, bouncing off the walls and lodging shards of ice directly in his soul.

"What if I-- What if I don't ascend? Tell me, what if I don't?"

She smiles again, teeth flashing through her thin lips. "That is another path, little elf." "I need to know. I-- I need certainty. I won't do this to her, but I--" He pauses, grappling with everything in his mind, desperately flitting about to absorb it all. "If I am going to forgo this, I need to be certain. I need to know that I can protect her, that she will be safe--"

But the woman simply shakes her head.

"Everyone must choose. For some, the path is dark, but for you, you see more than most will ever have the comfort of knowing. I can offer you nothing more. Should you initiate the Rite, you know this will come to pass. I can tell you nothing more if you choose to not. The future is yet unwritten, and the quill resides in your hands." "Then why can I not have both!" He slams a fist on the table, clawing at the soft wood. For the first time in ages, tears prick at his pale lashes and frustration wells a knot in his throat. "Why--" "Because one path is wholly your own, while the other is a tangled web, such is the nature of deals with the Hells. You will get everything you ever wanted and lose everything that made it worth having."

His head slumps, defeated and miserable. Silvery tears slide down the curves of his cheeks, even as he attempts to bite them back. He thought he would find comfort in knowing the future, but all it has given him is utter horror.

"Despair not," She continues. "Yes, you will wither under the sun, an eternally cursed dweller of the night, but all is not lost, is it? The one you love, will she stray from your side?" "I wanted her to have better than that," He sniffles, needling his lip with a fang. "I cannot brave the sun, but her-- She deserves better than that-- better than me."

"And what of what she feels?"

His brows furrow, and he peers up at the woman from tear-beaded lashes.

"You are a night walker; it is in your nature to be selfish. But love is not selfish, little vampling. You must fight your nature, your inherent self-loathing, or your love will always find the fire. What of what she desires?"

"She loves me," He says with absolute certainty. "And I--" "Do you love her?"

"Yes," He hisses, almost insulted that she would ask. "More than anything. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Then the rest matters naught. If you love her, you will allow her the agency to choose-- something you deny her as an ascendent. You must grow past your own follies. To love is to be vulnerable, and you must allow both yourself and her this freedom."

They are hard words to swallow, and yet, he feels the truth resound in them. She would not leave his side, even as he tried to force her to understand. Even as an instrument of his manipulation and schemes came to light, she stood steadfast with him, hand entwined in his, ready to face the fire together.

"I-- I need to know she will be safe."

Again, the woman shakes her head. "You cannot. You must fight fate if you wish to overturn it. You face dire odds, though throwing the dice in your favor now will doom you later should this outcome be the confirmation of your fears."

He sighs, face crinkling as he sniffs once more, summoning the willpower to swallow down the agony of his choice. He finds the strength in his legs to push himself upward from the chair, weak and shaking as a newborn fawn as he does so. "I will do whatever I need to. Anything."

"Then you may yet see this through."

He can hear the fanfare of the circus outside, the bawdy bards strumming away on their lutes and banging on drums, the elated screams of the children and their parents. Facing the light now seems impossible, but he must find his way home to her-- he has to be with her now now now--

"The coin first, boy."

He snaps out of his delirium only long enough to fish his hands into one of his pockets, bringing out a coin. Aged and neglected, the sinister engraving of a skull peers up at him from his palm, ruby eyes gleaming in the light as he tosses it into the woman's knobbily-jointed hands.

"Best of luck to you, night-child," She tucks it away. "We may yet meet again." "No offense, but I hope not."

"Me too, Little Star."

He pays little mind to the bustling streets and bursting taverns of Baldur's Gate, his feet carrying him back to camp as swiftly as his body will allow. It takes him until sundown even as he damn near jobs, ripping through the tree line and into the ruins with the intensity of a man starved.

"Astarion!" Karlach greets him, trying to wave him over. "I've got a bet with Gale about--" "Where is she?" Astarion immediately cuts her off, looking around frantically.

"Who?" Karlach raises a brow.

"Who else?" Wyll crosses his arms, looking intrigued at Astarion's intensity.

"Oh! In her tent, I think. Why? Gotcha a special something' in town for her, eh?" Karlach tries to rib at him, but he pushes past her without a second glance.

"Bet it's a fancy new dress he needs to tear off of her immediately," Karlach rolls her eyes before returning to her business.

He bursts into her tent to find her hunched over a book, tongue poking from between her teeth, as she scans over the page. This only lasts a few seconds before he scrambles onto the bed, squeezing her as tightly as he can manage, burying his nose into her hair, tears brimming in his eyes once more.

"Woah, hey!" She laughs, carefully setting her book aside, trying to discern what in the hells he is mumbling endlessly into her neck.

Need you-- need you-- love you-- can't lose you-- don't ever--

She hushes him, realizing something has gone terribly, terribly wrong, kissing his head and tugging him close. "Hey, what's wrong?"

She tries to cup his cheeks and bring his face up but he adamantly refuses, hard-swallowing the urge to bawl into her shoulder with every ounce of willpower he has. All he can manage is to cling to her, half sobbing, visions of that terrible future swimming in his head. He cannot let it come to pass, he will not--

And she holds him, cradling him in her arms, hushing him gently. Her face creases with worry, running her hands through his silvery hair as he pulls him into her lap.

"Little Star, what's wrong? You seem so upset. What can I do to make you happy, my love?"

"Is it done?" Ulma leans down as she enters the tent, carefully dodging the intricate tassels of the blanket strewn over the entryway.

"It is," The strange old woman replies, still rubbing the coin with her worn thumb.

"And?"

"I showed him nothing but truth," She says quietly. "I did not manipulate his vision. Only channeled it."

"That tells me nothing. I need to know if our children are safe."

"I cannot tell you this, Ulma. You know of the ways of our tribe; our relationship with these magics." Ulma's lips purse, her exasperation evident in her humorless expression. "I need to know--"

"His reaction was genuine. That was not my doing. He knows the price of power. I cannot tell you if he will pay it regardless," The old woman's head lifts, a slight mischievous smile playing on her lips. "But I can tell you what I think."

"And what do you think?"

"I have seen his soul-- the heart of it. I believe you will see our children yet. He will spare our heart to spare his own in kind. It beats in that woman," Her eyes twinkle in the low candlelight, a genuine smile widening across her cheeks. "I believe he can find redemption yet."

#morgana and friends #astarion #astarion spoilers #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #heh that last one messed yall up huh #heres a fix for it #SUPER sappy FYI #SO ENJOY!#I don't usually write sap (or angst) so I am bad at this #sorry its bad fellas #I GENUINELY could not think of a way for him to fix him becoming her cazador so uh #have a retconn #call this a fast fixer upper lmao

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jestroer · 2 months

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Grian and Scar in their exciting new cosplay! ^^

#control freakTM and adventurous bubbly fool who is characterised as stupid and. loves bad movies.#im sorry everybody. or am i?#ITS FUNNY THO AND IM RIGHT #i am severely sleep deprived and its 3 am #))))))#goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #idk what im doing man #good luck me

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fernsnailz · 1 year

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i don't know how to describe how much i love sonic battle's endings with words so i made a comic about it

epilogue:

#had to remake the post after SOMEONE accidentally posted it too early last night so. my bad #but yea. EVERYONE GO PLAY SONIC BATTLE RIGHT NOW ITS REAL GOOD #personally i don't think my adaptation of the ending does it enough justice at all. there's so much more to it than this man #also i never want to draw tails crying again. that shit hurt #fern's sketchbook #sth #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #i am so tired and i am not tagging all these characters. sorries

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panakoui · 28 days

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post canon laishuro prelude :>

#laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #shuro #laishuro #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #pulling this out of my ass at 3 am im sorry if its weird #woooweee im embarassed sharing this tbh #i never make anything like this b4 idk making dialogue and stuff aaaaa #also 'friends' who fight like them irl have stronger bonds going forward this is fact #toshiro warming up to laios post canon and them understanding each other better /sigh #i need a slow burn fic of them so bad #idk how to put this but #the way toshiro just letting them call him shuro for years really speak volume about how extremely introvert he is #like!?!#bfrrrr dude #he's way too good at bottling shit up #the contrasts between him and laios.... peak fiction imo #p.s my pc crashed 10++ times when im making this i almost lost a page it was terrifying

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xbomboi · 2 months

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5 times Apple hugged Raven…

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…and the one time Raven hugged back.

(see my previous eah comic here)

#sorry that this is so sloppy #i just couldn’t let this idea stay in my head too long before it got lost in all the rubble #my god drawing eah characters in their basic outfits is bad enough #and then their other ones just get Worse #looking at you raven dragon games #i half assed that because no way am i gonna try to do all that #sorry #also just pretend that i intentionally left the booking glass out of every drawing after the first one it’s in #let’s just act like apple was so shocked raven hugged her that she dropped it #eah #eah fanart #ever after high #raven queen #apple white #rapple #could be platonic or romantic #i didn’t make it with a shipping intent but #it’s totally cool if you see it that way #and understandable. lol #either way the bond these two have is literally what defines ever after high at its heart #they are just important to me #duncart

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cuteiemonster · 1 year

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HI. IM PLAYING CATCH UP 24 DAYS LATER DONT MIND ME HERMIT A DAY DAY 1 - ETHOSLAB

#mcyt #hermitcraft #ethoslab #hermitaday #cuteiecreates #im going to limit myself to an hourish on these i just need to get back into colouring so bad #didnt think taking classes would burn me out this bad but it did and now i am here scribble colouring ^-^#its v relaxing. scribbling my favourite part of art #its also. way faster than fully rendering things. i got from point a to point b in 50 minutes. help.#im going to bed and we'll see how many i can do tomorrow </3 #im also poking at how i draw all the hermits so if they look weird. sorry LOL runs and jumps into bed

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kinos-fortress-2 · 7 months

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guys stop kissing and go back to protect the point plz- GUYS-

#swordvan #demosniper #demoman #sniper #tf2 #team fortress 2 #so about swordvan heh... sorry i had to go back to draw them now kissing and eating each other #i have been feeling like drawing lovey dovey stuffs even though im not in love huh #i just think its fun to draw tf2 lovey dovey shits #kino art #ik probably the anatomy of the second one is bad i didnt use reference i made that w my heart #i am making more lovey dovey tf2 anyways sorry now i want to draw ppl being in love

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purityonice · 6 months

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🩷💎 Floyd x Reader 💎🩷

Disclaimer: I wrote this at 3am sorry if its bad. ALSO PART 2 LATER

Your eyes met while on the first show of the tour, you were in the crowd eyes filled with admiration as he sang. His world stopped seeming as it was just you two in this huge concert hall. A spotlight on you as he began putting %110 into his preformance.

He felt his heart flutter everytime you fanned over him. Especially when it was just his solo preformances. [Which also unconsciously contributed to the downfall of their perfect family harmony.]

After everything went down hill due to John dory’s ignorance. He tried to grab onto the vine to prevent himself from falling off the stage missing it by a hair and falling into the crowd. Landing on top of you winding both of you in the process.

Feeling the soft body underneath him gasp for air as he scrambled off of the poor fan. His heart skipping a beat when he realised WHO he has landed on. His face heating up as he felt himself getting the preshow jitters.

Wiping his sweaty palms off as he extended a helping hand out towards you as you gaped in shock.

Like was this really happening right now?! your idol was really infront of you let alone OFFERING YOU TO TOUCH HIM!? GASP!!

Your mouth ran dry as you took his hand into yours pulling youself up as he apologised profusely as jealous fans watched from afar. Security came and took him away before you could even tell him that it was no big deal. He looked back at you as he was taken away lipping once more i’m sorry before being lead backstage.

You felt empty as everyone was asked to leave early dragging your feet behind you. As you were waiting outside for your ride you you were stopped by security as they told you to follow them. Not wanting to get in trouble you decided to go with them without any complications.

As you walked you notived that you were being taken backstage. Feeling excitement bubble inside of you at the thought of seeing Floyd and the rest of the BroZone gang ONE ON ONE. Skipping inside of the entrance as they stayed outside.

Seeing the familiar pink haired troll pacing nervously until he saw you. His eyes lighting up as he walked towards you asking if you were okay.

You reassured him that you were alright he sighed in relief.

“I- I’m sorry my brothers aren’t here… they’re just letting off some steam right now.” He sighed out looking up at you his face flushing as a dopey smile was plastered on your face.

“It’s alright! I’m just so happy I get to see you again Floyd!” You beamed as he softly smiled as he watched you fan over him. “So you were the one who asked me to come back stage?” You asked tilting your head as he nodded.

“Yeah I just feel really bad about the concert ending early AND you know…winding you.” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “I can make it up to you?” He muttered looking into your eyes as you blushed.

“I-I no Floyd it’s okay everythings fine! I don’t mind it’s more of an honor!” You blerted out waving your hands in front of you. But Floyd moved closer.

“N-no I insist! its the least I could do It’s my treat.” Floyd spoke grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.

“ohmygodisthisreallyhappeningohmygod” You thought out loud causing Floyd to laugh. A blush spreading across your face unable to conjoin words so you just nodded. Floyd felt a smile grow on his face as he zoomed to his dresser grabbing a peice of paper and writing something down and zooming right back grabbing your hand gently and placing it into the palm of your hand.

“This is my number text me when you get home okay? I’ll plan something for us to do.” He looked into your eyes feeling himself heat up at the situation.

“YESOKAYTHANKYOUFLOYDOHMYGODILLDEFBETEXTINGYOULATER” You practically screamed out holding his number close to your chest looking at the time and feeling upset.

“You gotta go now huh?” You nodded disappointed exchanging goodbyes before walking out the door, before turning around and rushing over and giving him a hug before you left. Rushing out of the door and yelling a good bye as sqeals and giggles could be heard fading away into the distance.

Floyd shook his head as he let out a low chuckle and grabbing his phone after hearing a notification.

“Hey Floyd I know you said when I get home BUT I couldn’t wait so HI!!!”

Smiling to himself before responding quickly tapping away at his screen as he heard his brothers come back still arguing about what happened during the preformance.

#floyd trolls #floyd x reader #i love floyd #trolls band together #trolls #floyd #trolls 3 #IM SORRY IF ITS BAD IT WAS 3 AM AND I COULDNT SLEEP UNLESS I POSTED SOMETHING

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flufallo · 29 days

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This is a great friend dynamic tho

I mean, the gay boy and the asexual girl (is that canon or did I just make it up idk)

#edwin looks like a frog #dead boy detectives #niko sasaki #edwin payne #but hear me out tho #bc niko said she has never kissed anybody #and she dosent see the appeal #so idk #am i the only one who finds edwins socks rlly off putting #i know its so random #but there just so long?#and ever his teousers #mabye it was the uniform?#but he wasnt even wearing that ehen he died?#who knows 🤷‍♀️#sorry the tags have such bad spelling 💀

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wyrmswears · 7 months

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i finished aai2 (one of these is not like the others)

#you can tell how inconsistent my style is just from this.. anyway ive been learning how to draw sebastian #sebastian debeste #athena cykes #ace attorney #aai2 #you see i just cant not draw athena..#i think sebastians like my second favourite character now. the brainrots bad #never my number one though i am an athena stan through and through #speaking of: i sometime see athena characterisations that just make me sit and go wow u never played dual destinies did u. or maybe im autis #aai2 spoilers #uhm just for sebbys edgy ass sprite (its so funny sorry i know its meant to be serious but its such a funny sprite i love him)#his hair is really difficult to draw???? how do u guys do it #shoutout to my one follower with the sebastian pfp though i understand you so well now. we are cosmically linked (sebastian fans)#i did take my adhd meds today i promise #wyrm draws #ace attorney fanart #aa

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kate-bot · 2 months

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MY NOISE SHIRT IS HERE!!!!!!!AGRHGRHGR IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW IT TURNED OUT!!!

oh and if you want one too you can get one here!!!!!:D

the print quality is actually so good too . save me theodore...........

#pizza tower #my art #the noise #the noise pizza tower #god sorry that the camera quality + lighting is so fuckin bad on this #i seriously cannot wait until tomorrow to post abt this cuz im so EXCITED ABOUT IT #MY ART ON A SHIRT!!!!!!!!!! HOW COOL IS THAT #i seriously love making my own merch so much its genuinely my favourite thing in the world #i am sooo gonna make a noisette one and a peppino one and and and #:D #the pizza tower fixation is fixating... oh lord

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no-light-left-on · 5 months

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A Day in the Life of Jelly, the Whaler Wolfhound

my @dishonoredgiftexchange gift for @exalok, I hope you like my take on a small peek in the life of an old, overly affectionate puppy

you can very much ignore the dialogue

#dh #dishonored #dishonored gift exchange #dishonored whalers #comic #I am so very thoroughly sorry for my handwriting I promise its not on purpose its just how I be #I hope it is enjoyable nonetheless #the dialogue is in alt text in case its too bad or in case tumblr chewed it up and obliterated the quality #special thanks to sin the void-damned for helping me choose a name and enduring my excecssive bitching about the comic #and to everyone who saw this before posting and assured me it works

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stiffyck · 1 year

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currently going insane over this idea

#i know its bad BUT I HAD TO #I AM FROTTING AT THE MOUTH #GIVE ME THE ANGST #THE HORROR #AS FHASOFUHS #sorry #boatem knights au #gtws #grian #mumbo jumbo #my art

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ilyhaitanii · 6 months

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secrets, sex, cigarettes ft. ran haitani

nsfw. mentions of ran killing a man, nipple play, overstimulating, ran is very sappy towards the end, a bit angsty (srry this is kinda bad i just word vomited)

the sun has been set for hours now, the moon and night sky replacing the daylight. for hours ran has stood by the balcony, dragging a cigarette from his lips. in and out, huff and puff. he feels the cigar burning his lungs fron the inside out, yet that feeling is better than feeling numb.

he’s killed a man, again. nothing too uncommon with him anymore, but a part of him still can’t let go of the sheer disgust that controls his body after he does it. he knows exactly what to do, how to stage a death, how to hide bodies, etc. it’s all a second nature to him, yet he always finds himself back in your shared bedroom with a cig between his fingers.

your arms loop around his waist, dragging your nails up his chest. you sigh as you press your cheek to his toned back. for a moment, ran wants to tell you all the horrible things he does, how many men he kills, how he tortures them. yet, he wants you to keep the angelic, perfect image of him in your mind. perhaps it’s his ego, his need for people to adore him, so the words never escape his lips.

“what’s wrong, baby?” you say in that sweet toned voice of yours. ran evidently relaxes, smushing the cigar into the tray. ran feels your hands rubbing up and down his torso, tracing the lines of his tattoos. he feels your nails satisfyingly scratch at his skin.

he leans back, pressing his back towards your front. his head tilts back with a smile on his face. he feels your hands dragging lower and he quickly grabs them, turning to pin you against the railing.

“hi honey. ya need somethin’ from me?” his low, sickly sweet voice rings through your ears, sending goosebumps down your spine. his hands rest on your hips, nose rubbing into your neck. he leaves small kisses on your ears, trailing them down to the curve of your shoulder.

ran smells of smoke and bourbon. he’s not a heavy drinker like rindou— ran doesn’t enjoy bitter tastes and would rather indulge in the sweeter things in life. his cologne mixed with the heavy smell of tobacco makes you realize how horrible his mood truly is.

ran tends to hide his bad moods from you. he’ll drown himself in cigarettes and alcohol to cool himself off before he faces you. he can’t bare to ever upset you. it would truly break his heart. you tangle your fingers into his hair, racking them down his back. with your nails scratching his skin, ran breaks out into a shiver. he loves that feeling. he loves your hands on him.

“i just missed you,” you tend to try and drown him in your presence rather than things that can shorten his life span— his time with you. ran does find you taste a lot sweeter than the bourbon or cigarettes he nurses in his hands as he leans down to kiss you. he can taste the fresh mangos on your tongue. you’re such a thief, those were his.

“i miss you too, dolly.” he says, slightly smirking as he watches you melt into his body. your fingers trace down his torso and chest, watching his eyes follow your hands. they brush against the buckle of his pants and ran cocks an eyebrow at you.

“ya need something from me?” he proceeds to kiss your flushed cheeks, further teasing you. he’s so mean. you shake your head, giggling into the crook of his neck. you’re so cute.

“yeah i do,” you reply, smiling against his skin.

“and what would that be?” his hands lock with yours, resting on your sides.

“you in bed. it’s late,” you whisper in his ear, tugging at his lobe. “i’d like my husband to warm it up for me. the bed is so cold without him.”

“really?” every time you express how much you want ran, he’s always shocked. his voice slightly waivers at the end, thinking this was all a dream, all some sick joke his brain was playing on him. you smile up at ran, cupping his face in your hands.

“please come to bed, ran. i want you,” your arms loop around his neck as you take a step back, pulling him with you. his lips smash onto yours, hauling your legs around his waist. ran walks you into your bedroom, abandoning the balcony. he lays you onto the bed, keeping himself slotted between your legs.

ran does not stop kissing you. his hands grip at the hem of your nightdress, lifting it above your head. the pink and black lace of your underwear catches his attention. your face flushes at his uncharacteristic forwardness. ran lifts your ankles up to his lips, kissing down your calves. his eyes are closed during the whole ordeal allowing himself to melt into the expanse of your soft skin.

ran’s fingers toy with the pretty bow on the center of your panties. he smiles at you as he dips down, kissing you once more. he deftly pulls off your bra, fingers tweaking with your nipples. your jaw hangs open, soft gasps pushing ran to do even more. his lips lock around your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud. you squirm in his hold, the cold sir from the balcony causing your body to shiver.

ran doesn’t neglect the other bud though as his fingers tug and twist at it. he grinds himself against your clothes cunt, moaning against your skin. his mouth pulls off your body with a pop. his hands run up the sides of your body, slightly tickling you. ran kneels between your legs with his hands parting your thighs. he watches at the stain on your panties grows bigger the longer his thumb rubs at your clit through the cloth.

“she’s so wet for me, isn’t she honey?” ran kisses the outline of your clit, making your hips squirm. he shushes you, his thumbs rubbing at your hips. “don’t run away from it. it’ll feel so good,” he finally slides the lacy underwear down your legs, watching your slick stick to it. he coos at the sight, making you cover your face. you turn onto your stomach, raising your hips against ran’s bulge.

he smiles, rubbing your hips with his thumbs, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine. he unbuckles his belt, freeing himself from his underwear. it slaps against his torso, the angry red tip leaking. he lines himself up with your hole. you whine against the pillow, begging for him to hurry.

“shh, be patient, my love.” he kisses the middle of your spine, before pushing himself all the way in. you instantly tighten around him, mewling into the sheets. he doesn’t bother to pull out again and simply grinds himself against your most sensitive spot.

your hips twitch in his hold, pulling yourself higher onto the bed. ran slams you back towards him, hips flush against yours.

“uh, uh. stay still,” he immediately pulls out, leaving the thick tip inside. he then slams back in, keeping this rhythm. you grab at the sheets, drooling into the sheets. your hand reaches behind you to grab at ran’s.

“please, it’s too mu- oh my god!” ran’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. he continues to thrust into your as your head rolls onto his shoulder. “fuck, ran. this is too much. i can’t,” you sob and whine.

you feel yourself getting closer to the edge, eyes rolling back into your head. ran fuck you so good to the point you can’t think. ran reached forward to rub your clit. that pushes you over the edge so hard. you cum around his dick, silently screaming.

ran is so much rougher than usual. a mix of his frustrations, and drunken daze makes him like this. sure, the two of you will definitely talk about this later, but you enjoy it to the fullest. “you can take it, baby. take it, pretty girl.” his hands tug at your hair as he continues to rut against you. you continue to moan and squeal.

“fuck, baby. you’re so fucking cute. squealing and squirming around me, huh?” ran watches your hand grab at the sheets again. he groans into your ears, panting and heaving. he feels your cunt tighten around him again and he knows you’re so close to cumming.

you’re horribly sensitive, twitching and sobbing. but, ran keeps fucking you, turning you onto your back. his hands grab at your waist, his cock thrusting in and out. your arms loop around his neck, scratching at his shoulders and back.

“ran, please!” you repeat his name like you’re hypnotized, tears rolling down your cheeks. ran gently kisses your tears away. it’s a complete 180 from his previous behavior, but it’s warmly welcomed. “ran,” you whine his name. as he continues fucking into you, he says your name back.

“ran, i love you. i love you so much,” your fingers tug at his hair as you cum one last time before ran is spilling his seed into you. you feel warm and full, brain fuzzy. you cling onto ran as he calms himself down from his high. his lips find your again, thumb rubbing at your tears.

“i love you,” ran mumbles in between kisses. “i love you. i love you. i love you.” he keeps repeating this over and over. his hips buck up into you, making you squeal again. “one more time, baby. i love you, please, one more time?”

ran watches you nod your head. he kisses you like he’s crazy, hands in your hair, pulling your body closer to his. ran wants to stay here with you forever. he never wants to leave the comfort of your apartment, your arms, your shared bed. he never wants to leave you. ran wants to do better, he wants to quit. but ran realizes if he were to tell you the truth, would his paradise come crashing down? he couldn’t live with that. so for now, ran haitani will keep his lips sealed. only allowing words of adoration towards you escape them. he’ll keep this secret til either he dies or you find out.

#ran x reader #ran x you #ran x y/n #ran fluff #ran smut #ran tokyo revengers #// ran <3 #its 1 am and i just wanted to write.#im. so sorry this us so bad compared to my #orther things

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