thinking about earthborn shepard never knowing what a home is comforting a homesick tali on the sr1
thinking about shepard saying 'youll reclaim your homeworld someday, tali. if your father cant help you, i will' because she may not understand what a home is but theres nothing she wouldnt do for tali
thinking about shepard saying keelah se'lai ‘by the homeworld i hope to see one day' to tali before facing down the reaper on rannoch
thinking about tali leaving her people on rannoch to fight by shepard's side
thinking about shepard doing everything she can to make sure that the galaxy survives if only so that tali can finally have her home on rannoch
thinking about shepard saying to tali 'get back to rannoch. build yourself a home.'
and tali's broken reply 'i have a home. come back to me.'
thinking about shepard realising, right before the end, that she does know what a home is, and she's had one this whole time
thinking about how happy they would've been, building a house together, already at home
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Okay but you can't convince me that Todo doesn't catch on fire when he gets flustered. Like- Gay panic = extra toasted marshmallows.
FR THO
100% "uh, Todoroki? Your hair is on fire..." when someone flusters him.
Did some cute shit? well now your house is on fire
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whumptober 8
prompt list masterlist
tw terminal condition, talk of death, past trauma, lashing out, emotional whump, death wish sort of
"It's all for nothing."
"How can you say that–"
"How can you not?" Whumpee snapped, smacking Caretaker's hand away hard enough to make them hiss and drop the pills they had been holding. "How can you not see that this is ridiculous? Pointless? How can you keep pretending all the fucking time? For weeks? For months?"
"I, I'm not pretending–" They dropped to their knees in a desperate attempt to grab the pills rolling in every which direction, trying to hunt them all down before they ended up under the bed or the nightstand. "I'm not pretending..."
Whumpee rolled their eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "You look pitiful like that, you know?"
Caretaker didn't react. They arranged all the meds in their palm neatly, counting and recounting several times to make sure they'd gotten all of them. Whumpee could see the tears gathering in their eyes and eventually trickling down their cheeks, and if they weren't so preoccupied with their own problems, they might've felt bad.
"You look like me," they went on. "I used to kneel like that next to Whumper's bed, crying and begging. Not so they'd take placebo, but so they wouldn't put me in a position to have to take placebo later on."
"It's not placebo," they sniffled.
"So what is it, Caretaker? Hm? I'm not improving at all. I'm only getting worse. Yeah, actually, you're right, maybe placebo would at least work. Somewhat. At least it'd grant me the illusion of working."
"P-please, you have to take them... The, the doctor said–"
"I'm tired of this conversation." Whumpee looked up at the ceiling, suddenly more exhausted than angry. This was a stupid argument to have on their deathbed. They didn't want to argue anymore at all. "Just let me die. Please. I'm tired, in general."
They could hear Caretaker place all the pills on the nightstand one by one before standing up to refill their glass. "There's lots of evidence that this sort of combination of meds–"
"You're not even hearing me." Whumpee closed their eyes and took a deep breath, immediately triggering a coughing fit. Caretaker was by their side in an instant, rubbing their back and gently hushing them. "I'm done with the pills," they rasped. "I'm done. I... I don't want you to come back until you've changed your mind on this."
Caretaker paused. Their voice was little more than a whisper when they asked, "What?"
"I don't want to argue with you. Please don't come back just to argue."
The silence that followed was deafening. Whumpee couldn't imagine why it was so hard to accept this one thing. It was their life, wasn't it? And their death. They should've been able to decide the conditions.
"Okay," Caretaker breathed, broken and defeated. "No– no more medication."
"No more talk of it either."
"No more talk."
Whumpee took their hand in their own, gently kissing the place where they'd hit them earlier. "Thank you. For at least trying to understand."
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Alrighty folks
Here is my sfw vore server
You need to be 16+ to join
There may be a few issues here and there so just let me know if you run into anything but it should be mostly functional
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erasermic erasermic erasermic
DADS. LITERAL DADS. My love for them has never been stronger. (i may have put some erasermic stuff in the queue lol)
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Artist/Writer vs. OC
tagged by @nowandthane thank youuu <333
tagging @stormikins @muffinvelocity @mordinette @vakariansvixen @hajima-7 if you guys want to of course!
Link to picrew
overdoing a little but im angy at work and needed to calm down fbsndhjd
top row is me and audrey, bottom row is evanna and evanna alt
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