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lover-of-mine · 2 months
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#Allergies season be like
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esmes · 3 months
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that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades
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sansofhumor · 10 months
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Sansby 6
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sans couldn't finish dressing and i could barely finish drawing this
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chooh2 · 27 days
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@cybersteal (in reference to this post)
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This is kind of an off day for them this doesn't normally happen 🔥
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thelastwarriornun · 7 months
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24 for avatrice?
Bang. Bang.
Beatrice’s ears ring with it in the absence of Ava’s shouting, or the shrill clicks and shrieks of the clicker. Beatrice’s breaths are a loud rasping thing, only  interrupted by the rhythmic wet tap, whether from the recently deceased clicker, or her own injuries Beatrice isn't sure. 
It comes back in fragments. Ava, patrol, the creek trails, all very routine. Nothing Beatrice would consider even a challenge. They’d found broken glass, and a fresh trail of blood leading them into a local minimart. Unusual certainly, but they were experienced with this. The building was old, rot having set in from all the moisture, another commonality. 
All very routine, until the floor had given way, wood shrieking and splitting as it collapsed, taking Ava with it. A gaping hole left in its stead. Beatrice remembers shouting, dropping onto her stomach with an outstretched hand as if she could undo the damage. She remembers sliding through the fractured wood, and dropping despite the height ignoring the ache in her knees. 
It wasn’t until Beatrice had landed, taking in the dark room around her, that she heard it. The telltale clicks and shrieks of a clicker. Beatrice's hand barely finds her holster before it’s there just two feet from Ava, Ava who’s groans come with tightly closed eyes, still reeling from the world falling out from under her.
It was too close. Too close to take a shot without putting Ava at risk. Too close to do anything except shield Ava from the fevered snap of jaws. It was an easy choice to make. It was the only choice. It doesn’t make it any less painful, Beatrice throwing herself into the shambling form, as teeth tear and rip through her shoulder, taking flesh and fabric indiscriminately.  Well this will be much harder to cover up with a chemical burn. 
Beatrice somehow manages to find her pistol, pressing the barrel against the clicker's head. Well head was probably overly generous, whatever once resembled a skull had given way now to the fungus blooming into something bright orange and ovular shaped. Beatrice fires twice, two shots in quick succession that spray blood and flecks of fungus against the ceiling. They fall together, and the clicker makes for a terrible cushion, smelling of rot, and full of varying lumps, manifestations of the infection. 
So Beatrice finds herself rolling off the infected, a groan on her lips as her back collides with cold tile, ears ringing. “Fuck.” It felt like an appropriate time for cursing.
“Beatrice.” Ava’s voice is faint, confused, likely still regaining her senses.  
Beatrice finds that pushing herself upright is a losing game, her right hand useless between the painful ache in her muscles, and the slick sticky puddle of blood now coating the tile. Right then, laying will have to do.  
“Beatrice!” More urgent now, and hands are on her. They’re gentle, as they pull Beatrice up, propping her against a nearby wall as Ava tries to fix something that can’t be mended. “This isn’t– it can't be– it’s from falling right? It didn’t bite you?” 
Beatrice laughs, a wet sound, ignoring the waves of pain that echo from her shoulder. Even she can see the distinct rows of teeth now memorialized in the cut of her shoulder. “Ava listen to me.” 
“Shut the fuck up Beatrice. Just give me a second to think.” Ava tears her flannel open, buttons scattering across the floor as Ava turns it into a bandage.
“That was one of my favorites.” Beatrice’s complaint is quiet, but Ava scowls all the same, tying the fabric in a tight knot against the open flesh, as Beatrice grits her teeth. 
“Now you want to be funny. You’ve barely said a word to me this entire patrol. But now you can’t seem to shut up.” Ava’s tone is harsh but her hands are gentle as they grip onto the front of Beatrice’s t-shirt. “That should slow the bleeding. Maybe I can buy us some time. They won’t come looking for a few hours–” 
“Ava stop.” Beatrice manages to catch Ava’s hands, hates the way they threaten to slip away between her own red stained fingers. Still Beatrice holds fast, and really this would be so much easier if the edges of her vision would stop blurring. “I have to tell you something, and I need you to promise me you won’t speak until I’ve finished.” 
“Beatrice there isn’t time.” Ava protests, and Beatrice can see it’s a losing battle, understands it really. Even now Beatrice finds herself caught between this moment, and a dream, a time when Beatrice’s curses were interrupted with inappropriate laughter, and the rising swell of grief. We’ll lose our minds together. 
It was so many years ago, and yet here Beatrice was. Once again watching love turn someone to insanity. Except this time Beatrice can stop it, can quell the rising tide, be the stormbreak she couldn’t before. 
Beatrice’s good hand slides along the curve of Ava’s arm, finding its way to the knape of her neck. It catches there, fingers tangling in the hairs that have escaped Ava’s ponytail. It seems silly now, their fight earlier, thinly veiled jealousy rearing its ugly head in both of them, Ava jealous over a girl Beatrice hadn’t spoken to in weeks. Beatrice, already steeling herself for the next time Ava makes up with Michael. They’ve been doing this dance for years, too afraid to speak plainly lest it ruin this. 
“Bea.” It escapes in a sob, Ava’s breath warm against Beatrice’s cheek. 
Fingers press against the knape of Ava’s neck, and Beatrice closes her eyes, unwilling to see the rejection she might find, or even worse, a reflection of herself all those years ago. Ava’s lips are soft, gentle, as if Ava’s worried she might break her. But Beatrice has spent years damming her own want and desire, and the soft press of Ava’s lips is enough to send the whole of it crashing down. Beatrice’s fingers are no longer gentle, as she surges forward, as much as the press of Ava’s body will allow, nipping at Ava’s bottom lip. 
Beatrice swallows a gasp against her lips, as Ava’s palms press flat against her chest, as if torn between returning the kiss, or pushing her away. Beatrice retreats, opening her eyes, expecting to find rejection. Instead Ava is afire, eyes wide, stuck somewhere between desire and grief, the two twisting together until Beatrice can hardly read the difference. Beatrice doesn’t make it far, only softens the press of her fingers against Ava’s neck when the tension of indecision seems to snap, and it’s Ava this time who closes the gap, molding their lips together. 
Beatrice's head bumps painfully against the wall, but she’d do it a hundred more times to keep Ava’s lips against her own. Ava’s hands cup along each side of her face, thumbs brushing along her jaw. And fuck immunity, fuck dying, because Beatrice is sure that there’s nothing she wants more than to fade into oblivion like this, with the press of Ava’s lips against her own, and the thud of her own heartbeat filling her ears. 
Ava’s hand slips down along her neck, and Beatrice hisses from between clenched teeth at the sharp wave of pain that rolls through her. But Beatrice doesn’t want to lose this, the starstruck look in Ava’s eyes, or the clench of her hands in Beatrice’s tattered shirt. So Beatrice smirks,” if I’d have known that would shut you up I would’ve tried that years ago.” 
“You should’ve.” Ava doesn't miss a beat. 
“Who’s being funny now?” Beatrice pauses sucking in a breath. The weight of years of secrecy, of hiding was a tough vow to break. Especially when so many people had paid the cost to keep it so. 
“I don’t want you to die.” Ava’s voice is soft, tears glistening even in the dim light of the basement, and Beatrice hears it again, an echo of the past, I cannot watch you die. We’ll go together then. 
“I’m not going to turn Ava.” Beatrice flips her arm displaying the fully healed tattoo on her arm, biting back a laugh when Ava scowls. 
“Really? You want to show off your stupid tattoo now?” 
“Not the tattoo, the burn. I’m immune, Ava.” It falls flat, and Beatrice presses a hand to Ava’s cheek forcing her to look at her before she can withdraw much. “I’m serious Ava. The only people who know are Mary, Shannon, and Suzanne. I was bit back in the QZ, that’s how I met Shannon and Mary. It was a long time ago, they were worried how people might react so that’s how I got the chemical burn. I’m going to be fine.” 
It’s not much, a flicker of something, hope, in the softening lines of Ava’s face. “Swear to me.” 
Beatrice doesn’t look away, simply brushes her thumb across the remaining trail of moisture along Ava’s cheek. “I swear. Assuming we make it out of this, I’ll be fine.” 
“Okay then.” Ava glances around, frowning slightly as she straightens up, as if just now recognizing the gravity of the situation. Ava extends an arm to Beatrice, who takes it with a grimace allowing herself to be pulled upright. “Don’t think bleeding out will stop you from having to talk about that kiss.” 
Beatrice laughs, ignoring the way the world seems to tilt beneath her as they look for an exit. Because of course Ava would take this in stride, and god Beatrice would do it again, throw herself into the jaws of a monster if it meant spending just another day with her. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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dylanconrique · 22 days
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"i have nightmares" 🥺 (about picturing tim lying dead somewhere)
"i've spent the last 36 hours imagining you bleeding out at a variety of los angeles landmarks" 😭🤧💔
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amoritasart · 3 months
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Why do you always draw Luz with the sun and moon earings? It's a very intentional choice.
Short answer: I have Sun and Moon earrings and I think they'd look cute on her!
Long answer: Ooo so I actually have several reasons! Soo there are several design elements that are present throughout the show to represent certain characters. As you probably know I’m a huge Huntceda shipper, and Luz’s main color scheme of purple is complementary to Hunter’s yellow… plus with Luz consistently having stars decorated in her clothes, I sort of associate them with the Sun and Moon! Opposites kind of ships. It reminds me of other ships I like, like Zutara (you rise with the Moon, I rise with the Sun! )and Reylo (light and dark).
I also really like using it because the Collector’s face is that of a Sun and Moon, which remind me of Mexican folk art and artesanias (:
And finally, I think it makes her a bit distinct! I don’t really have a super consistent style…so I wanted to draw her in a way that’s always a bit familiar… I think maybe giving her those signature earrings help her stand out! So if anyone who has seen my art sees a new drawing, hopefull it will recognizable as something I drew!
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razrogue · 3 months
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do gan and astarion have any or many pets post-canon? who of the companions gets scratch? any headcanons for the other beasts (owlbear, his majesty, myshka, etc.) in-game? any headcanons for pet oc's?
They definitely get pets post-canon! Forget what Larian says 🙄
Gan loves animals despite being a nomad for so long (post game is the first time they actually settle down in many decades). Scratch is with Gan and Astarion. When he's not with them, he's with Minthara. Big (owlbear cub) spends time either in a cabin that Gan and Astarion purchased just outside the city or on the road with Shadowheart (who also uses the cabin when necessary). Gan eventually gets two ferrets (Kiwi and Pumpkin) that live in Baldur's Gate with them. I HC that Astarion went back for His Majesty (with the promise of milk daily lol) and it traveled along from post Act 2 and lives with them (they tried to bring Steelclaw too but it wasn't having it lol).
Some HCs about the pets:
Astarion tries to rename all the pets (except His Majesty because their name is regal 🙄😆). He tells Gan he can't chat about how well his kids are doing with names like Scratch and Big. Gan tells him he's ridiculous and leave the kids alone. Scratch never answers to the name Astarion tries to give him when called (Aevan). Big argues with Astarion about his name (Thel) and refuses it. Kiwi and Pumpkin ignore him too (Nyl & Nym). He gets no respect from the kids on this and eventually abandons his efforts 🤣
Gan trains Scratch to "fetch" Astarion when he's in bat form. Gan will just say Scratch go get your father and Scratch comes back eventually with a flapping bat in its mouth lol. He'll wait until Gan opens their hand to take Batstarion from them.
Big likes to cuddle with all their siblings when they visit the cabin. While Scratch, Kiwi, and Pumpkin will curl right up and on top of Big and nap or snuggle, His Majesty declines but will curl up in close proximity.
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Hi Yara, what are the three things you love most about Ace?
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"Ah, picking just three is so difficult, but if I had to, I'd say...
One, he's incredibly kind. Just the sweetest person. He goes out of his way to do things for others that I never would've thought of. I watched this man spend like a week crafting a giant hat for Oars Jr. just because he was concerned Oars would get too hot from being too close to the sun, or something of the like. I hadn't the heart to point out that the sun is millions of kilometres away and would likely have no greater impact on Oars than it would on us, even though he's a giant. The idea was so sweet, and from what I hear, Oars Jr. really appreciated it.
Two, he's so silly and fun. He's not afraid to be a goofball and is always the life of the party. I never have a bad time when we're out together. And he knows how to put a smile on my face like nothing else.
Three, he's devoted. Whether it's to me or to his brother or to his friends or to Pops, he puts his all into everything he does for us. I trust him with my life and my heart, to have my back in battle and to hold my hand when I'm feeling down.
Ace is so much like the sun. He's bright and all-consuming and sometimes I fear that if I look straight at him, I might melt away. I know he really struggles with his self-worth, and I wish so badly that he could see himself the way I see him: as the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Ask Yara (or any of my OCs) anything!
tagging @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @oneirataxia-girl @box-of-bats cuz I'm proud of this one lol
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thranduel · 7 months
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"you drew stars around my scars."
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion x tav#astarion romance#tav#astarion ancunin#my screenshots#oc: kaelin#otp: you're not alone in this#had to get both of their scars in these screenshots :')#anyways here's a bit of backstory about this scene that no one asked for:#in my head this type of scene does NOT happen for a very long time and when it does it's actually genuine#i know some of you will say but that's not what's canon blah blah blah GUESS WHAT I DON'T CARE :')#that's how i like to imagine it for them because they start as rivals and it's a very long slowburn#and the actual canon forest scene doesn’t fit my character at all. he wouldn’t do that lol#it happens WAY too quickly and at that point they're still rivals and constantly bickering#also the game doesn't really give you much of a choice to advance astarion's romance without having sex and i don't like that :(#i still kept how astarion lies to try and manipulate kaelin in order to gain protection because that's a big part of the plot but +#there was no sex. he just suddenly became really friendly and apologetic and flirty#but when astarion admits he was just manipulating him to get closer to him kaelin is hurt and disappointed all over again#but astarion explains why he did it and kaelin starts to understand. he's still upset that his feelings were played with but he gets it#anyways i like to imagine they build trust and a friendship first and then it takes ages for them to realise their romantic feelings#the moment they officially start dating is after kaelin defends him in front of the drow & it's a huge turning point in their relationship#also when astarion opens up to kaelin about his trauma it brings them so much closer and i imagine there's lots of tears in that scene +#from both of them. also there is NEVER any pressure or rush when it comes to sex in their relationship. they don't focus on it#but i imagine the scene in this gifset happening in their relationship WAY later on when it's genuine and when they're both ready
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lover-of-mine · 10 months
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the-darklings · 2 years
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20. For Dream and Wanderer please? There is the playlist but if it could be one song which one?
20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.
I could name a great many. But I think the one that really, really comes to mind is:
It gives me the BIGGEST Dreamfall feels but is also so fitting for Dream/Wanderer in general (also has a really epic swell to it that makes that amv play). Not to mention the fact that it was created for Stardust movie aka a movie based on another Neil Gaiman novel. I think it's a neat little connection. Also, the way this specific version plays, in the end, with the music fading out and a distant voice singing this:
(I know we say we gotta go. I know I will be with you again. I know the story, but I know that I will be with you again. And when the light begins to fade, I know that I see you all again. 'Cause even when the music ends, we know that we will dance again.)
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sergeantpixie · 5 months
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If you had to choose: Barchie or Rory/Logan?!
Oh that's not even a competition, Rogan! I love Barchie but I didn't even finish watching their show, lol. I've only seen clips of when they're together. Barchie is also like the fulfillment of a childhood ship from the comics.
Rogan do have the advantage in that as many problems as I have with Gilmore Girls, it's a much better show than Riverdale. But as much as I love childhood friends to lovers, there's something about someone coming into your life and changing the way you interact with the world. Logan and Rory do start as friends. They have fun together as friends too. They were pretty clearly interested in each other romantically but I think it's important to remember that Logan felt that Rory's friendship was so important to him he didn't want to alter it because he didn't want it to be like all the other girls he was with before her. Logan gets Rory out of her comfort zone but Rory did the same for Logan.
I think Logan helped a lot with Rory's confidence and her going out to get things she wants when he asked her to jump with him. Before him Lorelai almost always had to talk Rory into doing new things: going to the Chilton dance, signing up for the Chilton speech, opening her door at Yale for the party. Logan asked Rory to jump with him and after that she started making bolder decisions on her own. Granted, they weren't always great decisions and she definitely crashed and burned sometimes, but I think he helped her grow so much as a person. Logan doesn't have as much screen time without Rory but we know he took big risks for her too. He'd never been in a serious relationship before but he wanted to try because he cared that much about her. Of course fails at times but you really know he's trying his best. Also I love that he tries so hard with Lorelai, that says so much about him to me.
Part of what I didn't like about the revival is that they removed that aspect of their relationship. They reduced it to just wacky adventures and illicit affairs. I do like that there was still the sense of friendship and support, but they stagnated the part where they stepped outside of their comfort zone for each other and helped each other grow.
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whitedahlia13 · 1 year
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Hi, I have a question for you. what do you think is the relevance of Stiles asking Lydia to open her eyes in 5x16? I love, love, love that scene, but every time that I watch it, I wonder if it's a callback to or a parallel with some other scene...? in the end I always ascribe it to the fact that Lydia's eyes were so expressive and that Stydia would have unspoken conversations, but I can't make up my mind. what do you think? 🥹❤️
I’m nearing the end of a Teen Wolf rewatch, and your ask came the day after I saw 5x16 – so…great timing and great question!
I love this scene too. So much. It’s without a doubt one of the most iconic, most powerful moments—not just in Stydia history, but in all of TW (not that I’m biased or anything). Besides the fact that it’s Stiles and Lydia, and that the love between them is SO obvious, another thing that makes it so great is that it’s completely unparalleled. I can’t think of a scene before or after that even vaguely mirrors this one. And I’m hoping that’s more than just a stroke of luck, that the writers and showrunners knew nothing could ever come close to it. (Because we all know they love to draw parallels – which is great sometimes, and other times…let’s just say it can go very very wrong. But I digress…)
I think what makes your question extra insightful is that you’re getting at the heart of something much bigger -> Even though this scene is one of a kind, there’s a familiarity about it.
Maybe the reason for that is because it’s reflective of Stiles and Lydia’s entire relationship. All those times they anchored each other over the years—from the time Lydia came out of the woods in a fugue state, right where Stiles was standing and only snapping out of it when Stiles called out her name—to that tender moment when Stiles reflexively glances at Lydia as Deaton talks about emotional tethers—to the profound significance of Lydia breaking from a catatonic state on the day Stiles visits her in Eichen House, pleading with her to wake up.
What’s that saying the Stilinskis have? Once is an incident. Twice is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern. Stiles and Lydia pulling each other back is definitely a pattern. They’ve always shared an unspoken connection. Always been able to communicate with a look. Always been able to get through to each other—no matter the circumstances.
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That’s why Stiles refuses to accept that Lydia is gone. He can still feel her, even when Scott can’t hear her heartbeat. He believes that if he can just get Lydia to open her eyes and look at him again, then everything will be all right.
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And the way she responds with that awakening breath, looking to Stiles first and clutching his hand—her lifeline—knowing he brought her back… All I can say is, it’s a perfect combination of everything that makes Stiles and Lydia, Stydia.
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dylanconrique · 2 years
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please let 5x05 be the episode where angela clocks just how real lucy’s feelings for tim are, if she’s not doing the detective work while watching lucy watch tim at his bedside then i don’t want it.
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twisting-echo · 2 months
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I'm not alone 🥲
I was scrolling through Twitter to see if there were any like-minded people out there, and this was the only thing I found. 
I HAD to quote it lol.
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