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candyheartedchy · 2 months
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I like the scheming cat!
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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months
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Every time I read Fernando cursing in fic, I can only think about this clip and then my brain short-circuits
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inkmoose · 5 days
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"Is that it? "Strength to protect what matters"... It reminds me of a promise I made."
Whump version here (CW: blood, injury).
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delicatebluebirdruins · 5 months
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i really love the ending
there is Jill and Carlos (though we don't get to appreciate it as much) bathed in golden light
the mushroom cloud (I am curious as to how many times mushroom clouds get used to signify explosions just across the board... i vaguely recall it being used in the croods where they made popcorn by accident)
Jill having a monlogue/ thinking to herself and wanting to bring Umbrella down
honestly the direct aftermath of this is them tending to each others wounds, change of clothes, food and as much sleep as they can get before the world comes knocking again. Also a lot of talking because i need Jill talking about the spencer mansion (and she fucking tells them that the zombies aren't dead)
from how well Carlos and Jill work together in this I can imagine them both catching up with Chris and they have a mission together something happens to Carlos (between OG Nemesis and whatever is the next thing we see Jill in there is a fairly large amount of time from what I remember)
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yoondepity · 4 months
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everytime I read about zhuzhi-lang it's just that video of the "why are you running?" guy playing in my head cuz the way he just wants to repay the good done to him but everyone keeps running away from him 😭😭😭😭 granted zhuzhi-lang's methods r replaying kindness r...a choice BUT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS
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notawraith · 5 months
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TW// Mentions of Trauma (Slight spoilers for BG3- Astarion’s Romance)
Playing through Astarion’s confession where he tells you how he really feels and confesses to developing feelings after manipulating you and having him speak about how inexperienced he is with non-sexual & romantic interactions with partners hurts me so much every single time.
It’s just so well written I teared up the first time I read it because it felt like every word coming out of his mouth could have come out of my own.
I find myself replaying and rewatching that scene often lately since I got it for the first time and still just feeling so strange. Like i’m having to confront feelings I don’t address because I don’t pursue romance in my real life anymore due to past traumas.
It hurts but in a good way to see representation like this because it means that trauma victims such as myself are able to be seen, be heard and have their experiences not chalked up to “being a whore just because”. That’s what bugs me. Also the options of offering to just be his friend or to have a non-sexual relationship just felt so touching to me. And also the hug, (which honestly I did think the option should’ve been “can I hug you?” But I still love it regardless) and his reluctance at first just made me feel like looking into a mirror.
THANK YOU LARIAN FOR BEING SUCH GOOD WRITERS
I love Astarion for who he is and what he represents and it’s just a lot of feelings I struggle to put into words.
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moe-broey · 6 months
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Would you be down for some Henry doodles?Replaying FE: Awakening currently and he has become a major source of brain rot lmao
THE WAY I CHEERED WHEN I SAW THIS!!!!!! Henry is absolutely my fave Awakening husband I MISS HIM SO MUCH.....
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I desperately wish he and Libra had supports... I think they would be the funniest unlikely friends of all time (and they can hang out with Nowi!)
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taikoturtle · 10 months
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SF8: Ep3 - Joan's Galaxy
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deerlisteners · 9 months
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the way the dmlx 3hopes supports end makes me scream and cry etc. like it’s crazy that they ended w The Carrying Scene in the first place but actually for real it is Crazy that it LITERALLY ended w felix carrying dimitri. like that is THE perfect end to their support arc here. felix reaches out to him over & over the entire game trying to help/get through to him………
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(^ thank u felix for clearly stating ur thesis statement almost immediately in the B support)
and then of course the king awakens cutscene where felix is the one to actually physically reach out to dimitri in fhirdiad. esp in that scene DIMITRI is the one to turn away—literally every time felix reaches out to him he just does not get what he’s saying & turns him down bc he thinks he’s responsible for fixing everything alone. so for their support chain to end with dimitri ALLOWING felix to literally physically carry him to bed is just so so so so so good and significant and perfect it makes me unwell
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bri-the-bi · 2 years
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I think the thing that fucked Anisa up the most wasn’t that the Lord of Shadows was her father.
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I think it’s that he genuinely seems to care about her.
I genuinely think he loves and cares about Anisa, genuinely wants her on his side—both because of her potential, and because that’s his daughter—and genuinely thinks she’s the best thing he’s been a part of when it comes to Astraea.
In this scene, he says, and I quote, “My perfect daughter. Everything I’ve done has been for you.”
I think that might be the worst part, especially if it’s true.
Because not only did he leave, not only is he her father, but he killed so many and brought them back for the sole reason of killing more, and he did it in her name. Because he loves her and wanted her to have the world and more.
I think that’s the thing that fucks Anisa up the most— not that the Lord of Shadows is her father, but because he loves her.
I think that might be the worst part of Anisa’s route probably not getting finished—or at least, not getting finished for a while, and probably not with the same plan as before. Anisa’s route could’ve seriously fleshed out the Lord of Shadows as a character.
That isn’t to say he wouldn’t still be a vanilla wafer of a villain, but in Sage and Felix’s routes, he would ONLY be a vanilla wafer of a villain. In Anisa’s, he would’ve gotten the chance to actually get developed as a well-written character, because to Sage and Felix he’s just the villain of the story—to Anisa, he’s her father, and that relationship adds another level of complexity to him, complexity that can’t really be expanded on outside of her route.
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caterpillarinacave · 2 months
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I love Charlotte and Henry and they're super underrated. And I would VERY MUCH like to hear the headcanons whirring about in your brain.
Oh well buckle up cause literally all I think about is head cannons. Like, you know how cells replace themselves every few years? Mine have replaced themselves with head cannons. *Sorry it took me a hot moment to answer this ask, I was busy howling into my pillow whenever I tried to articulate thoughts.*
First of all, they’re very cuddly. They basically sleep on top of each other (Charlotte hasn’t needed a pillow in decades). Henry cant sleep well without Charlotte in his arms and Charlotte can’t sleep well anywhere other than Henry’s arms so it works out. Plus, they both do that thing where they jerk awake like the world is ending and scare the shit out of each other, so sleeping in a hug that basically pins them both down saves some energy at 2am. Henry’s perpetually cold and sleeps under like, four blankets, so Charlotte just wears summer nightgowns all year and wraps herself around Henry like a koala.
Naturally there’s an angsty side to the incessant cuddling because that’s just the way I role.
Charlotte sleeps with her head on Henry’s chest so she can always feel him breathing because, by the angel, she remembers when he wasn’t. She sleeps with a hand on his pulse point because she wakes up in the middle of the night and she’s still half asleep they might as well be on the floor in that mountain and she might as well still be desperately swearing she didn’t imagine his heartbeat.
While on the topic of soul crushing feelings of guilt, y’all remember from Clockwork Angel that Henry was the one who told Mortmain what a Pyxis was? And he wanted Charlotte to tell the clave that and she wouldn’t because “they already treat him so badly”? Because I do. And so does Henry.
(I’ve got a whole WIP that I love very dearly about this head cannon and this chess game hehe) There’s one random old tutor who goes to the London institute once a month-ish, basically to hand out a few weeks of homework to any shadow hunters who don’t have their own tutors. Most shadow hunters who live in a more rural area show up a few times a year so the clave knows they’re alive and at least somewhat literate. Charlotte attends them every month since, you know, she lives there, but Henry lives somewhere around Yorkshire so he shows up every few months. The professor is kind of a dick ngl. He doesn’t help Charlotte with any school why would a woman need to be so well educated? “Go on find a husband and stop worrying you’re pretty little head” sort of shit. Henry drives him insane because he’s a) some random kid who’s smarter than him and b) didn’t use any of the professors materials to get that smart. Professor Douche is constantly trying to get him to be wrong about something, or at least flustered about something and he doesnt ever do either of those things, and even more aggravating he refuses to get upset. (He honestly just assumed the professor wasn’t that smart.)
Charlotte’s a really good student of course, but she’s having a shit time with some mathematics and the professor absolutely refuses to help her with it. Eventually she asks Henry if he wouldn’t mind helping her with it, which he’s happy to do (once he figures out that’s what shes actually asking lol.)
Charlotte is incredibly distracted the entire time by Henry’s freckles (and eyes. And hands. And the way his hair curls on the nape of his neck. And the spots of gold and green in his hazel eyes that flashed as bright as the sun when the light catches them. And-), but they get through it in an hour or two which leaves them alone in a deserted wing of the institute. They end up playing a game chess. Charlottes a decent player and thought since Henry had never showed any interest in chess it would be a probably be an evenly matched game. She didn’t know what hit her. He beat her in like, eight minutes, eighty percent of which were spent on the last two moves by Charlotte who, upon realizing she was fucked, spent five minutes staring at the board trying to figure out when he even started beating her. She was sitting there having a whole crisis, (she’d been distracted by a man who probably doesn’t like her, and certainly doesn’t think much of her now after a pathetic loss like that and now she’ll have to sit hear and wallow in failure-) just preparing for him to start that whole smug gloating thing men do when they win and Henry you know. Didn’t. He just put the pieces away and thanked her for the game, in that very genuine way, with the gloomy London evening light casting a depressing shadow across the room, a shadow that he stood out against all gentle, kind, bright and brimming with a sort of barely contained passion. If Charlotte had ever doubted that shadow hunters had come from straight angels then sitting there, looking at a boy stained in soot, who she loved more than anything else to walk the earth, she would never doubt it again.
(It wasn’t until after Henry won and noticed Charlotte hadn’t said anything in a while that he remember people don’t like losing. Honestly he was playing just to be around her and he would have thrown the game if he could conceptualize how to do that on the fly. They spent like five minutes in autistic silence waiting for the other to stand up and declare newfound hatred.)
In true British fashion the a modern tea bag would kill them both.
When they were both 13 or 14 Charlotte mentioned she was dreading winter because it’s so bleak and dark (and her mom had died a few winters before, though she didn’t drop that in casual conversation). Anyways, come winter Henry brought her a marigold preserved in something like resin. She kept it in her jewelry box for years and after they got married she found out he had literally dozens of them. Whenever he came across a particularly bright flower he preserved it and set it aside. He was never quite brave enough to give them to her pre-TID, but he now leaves them for her when she’s particularly sad or stressed. She keeps them all in a drawer- they fit together like little tiles, and still look as fresh as they would had they just been plucked from the ground.
Somewhat surprisingly Henry doesn’t really lose stuff, with the singular exception being his own medical equipment. He’s lost the leg braces he wears every single day of his life before. Charlotte’s not usually speechless but she wasn’t sure what to say to that one.
Henry gave Charlotte a watch with a hands and numbers that can glow the same way a modern day one would. It’s absolutely beautiful, durable and accurate, even if Henry set himself on fire at least four times making it. (They can say with confidence that that watch is fireproof)
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Honestly, I could go on and on, then on some more, but technically I’m supposed to be writing a paper on gut micro biomes that’s due tomorrow, so I figured I’d cut myself of. In conclusion, I love them dearly, they love each-other dearly, they deserve the world, all I can think about is them, and the world can pry them out of my cold dead hands.
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sleepiestslooth · 11 months
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not to be a dragon lloyd enthusiast making things up on the spot BUT-
lloyd doesn’t just want to save and protect the dragons just because it’s the right thing to do but also because they share the same blood and seeing them be abused, captured, and imprisoned the way they are makes his heart ache because it’s not fair they’re brewing treated like inanimate objects
hearing the degrading language imperium people use to describe dragons about how they’re “mindless creatures” bothers him terribly because they aren’t; they’re more intelligent than they let on and to think it’s morally alright to hurt and use them for that reason is so unfathomable to lloyd
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todayisafridaynight · 30 days
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tw // suicide
on twitter some ppl were talking about THAT jo scene from iw again and someone commented fucking "you know he was thinking about using that gun on himself" and im not sane anymore !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! added something something his faith in ichi kept him hopeful enough in the moment but then when he went to jail oh. ohhh !!!!!!!!!!!
nooo cause if That Jo Scene is the flashback scene with hoshino's death that really had to be SUUUCH a low point if not top five lowest points for him i wanted to throw up watching that <- replays it in my brain constantly
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humblemooncat · 5 months
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Steps of Faith finished, the end is in sight.
Gotta say, I love when my background playlists enhance the atmosphere. I'm frustrated with Spotify because it keeps advancing through songs when I specifically tell it to repeat the one I'm on, but this one was welcome.
This started to play as soon as we got to the knights holding fast at the end.
Made the whole end of that fight that much more dramatic.
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squuote · 11 months
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my narrator could definitely look more human or even have a full stylized human look but I think he would hate the idea of looking fully human to any extent. even his humanoid form would originally leave such a distaste for him because the feeling of control resides in not being the human, the player, but instead being the narrative. so it’s more of a ‘I would never stoop to being human to any extent because they are weak and powerless things that barely have any agency for themselves’ kind of thinking that only a certain button could break him out of that line of thinking
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forkpigeon3146 · 6 months
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one of my more vivid memories thats still intact despite my poor memory, was the time i was driving over to my best friend's house
my dad was talking about something that i unfortunately cant remember exactly, but it was something along the lines of "if you're going to a flower, atleast be a sharp one and not a delicate one" and the only thing my young brain could think of to say, was just a question. asking about what if i wanted to be a soft and delicate flower, and we argued a bit about it until we agreed that i could be a delicate looking one with sharp thorns, like a rose
but the thing is, i want to be delicate, i want to love and hurt and feel i dont want to be harsh and cruel like he was, i want to be a soft flower blowing in the wind, growing with the sole purpose to be picked by a young child who will give me to their parent with a big grin and a heart full of soft love, i dont want to hurt those around me simply because they want to enjoy my presence
it was years ago now and i cant go back, but if i ever got the chance, id tell the younger me that its okay to be soft, that she doesnt have to be strong all the time, and thats okay, she's allowed to do that.
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