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[mortalaura]

Considering Lucanis was like 14 at the start of the Fifth Blight I wonder if he was fuming over Zevran not completing his Crow contract. Thinking how he's ready to fight Elven Gods in the parking lot because Crows always finish the job. Does it bother him that there's this one bro who not only failed his contract but either started dating his target as well, or befriended them if not romanced 😂

I'd give so much for these two to meet in game it'd just be so funny. (Also Zevran would be like 46 around time of Veilguard I need to see somewhat gray fox Zevran so bad)

[imactuallyagiraffe]

today at school one of my friends gave me a potato 🥔

[lonepower]

yes i Am paying real money to make you all look at our new dog. we've had her for 3 hours and if anything happened to her I'd kill everyone in this room and then myself. her name is Tater Tot

[guineapiggies]

Via vaneijkart

[ruviart]

A little obsessed with those silly Sonic chibi plushies

[glitchedcosmos]

Okay I’m ready to cry more let’s go : NO BECAUSE THIS SCENE OK THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE HAD ME ACTUALLY BREATHLESS

HE KNEW HE HAD TO GET HIM TO GREEN HILL THE ROSE SISTERS COULDN’T MAKE IT SO HE GRABS HIM AND THIS SHIT

THIS FUCKING MOMENT , THE MUSIC , THE POSE, THE WAY THEYRE WALKING THE WAY THEY WERE HOLDING ON EVERYTHING WAS JUST SO AAAH

AND OH MY FUCKING GOD THE LINES , THAT WAS SO THEM AND IT WAS SO GOOD AND THEN IT HURT AGAIN

THE MOMENT SONIC PASSED OUT AND STOPPED TALKING HE STARTED TO PANIC MORE , HE GOT WORRIED WHEN HE WOULDNT TALK TO HIM AND HE FUCKING BOLTS TO THE GATEWAY ,

THIS WHOLE SCENE WAS JUST SO PERFECT I SWEAR I CANT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Hot Take (don’t mind me if you’re not interested, it won’t hurt my feelings): I’d gladly take Ian Hanlin as Shadow’s VA for the games if it were an option. I think that he’s done a pretty great job so far.

[stupidsexygrizzop]

my favorite dnd setting is shining city of wizard hubris crafted by brennan lee mulligan

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Not a take, but I was wondering if the people that follow this blog could tell me what Leif is like, because I don’t know his personality and would like to learn more about him.

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[peachesofteal]

No cause now I’m imagining the moment Ghost and Soap show up at Darling’s apartment and her mind is hazy from the fever and she still doesn’t really trust them so she will not let them take her baby and they have to convince her so that they can take care of both Darling and the baby. And she finally does and then Soap and Ghost are surprisingly good at it and it’s adorable to see two ginormous men cooing over a tiny tiny human. Darling is so torn because they love and want to take care of the both of them but they betrayed her and she doesn’t trust them. Does she let them stay or make them go?????? 😭😭😭

-🥔

Love this. 🥔

18+ Mature themes / baby trap au / takes place after this

Simon's fist is heavy against the door. He knocks so loudly, Johnny swears it rattles his teeth. He knocks again, and again, until they're both exchanging worried looks as they listen to the sound of a baby crying just beyond the door.

The lock clicks, and then the door opens to reveal you on the other side, crying baby in your arms. Your entire body is trembling, and Bee wails against you, little face scrunched up in misery. You both look poorly, and fear eats away at Johnny little by little. What would have happened if you hadn't called? How sick are you? How sick is Bee? What's going on?

They both try not to stare at the baby in your arms. Your baby. Their baby.

Their sick baby, in the arms of her sick mother. Living in this shit flat too far away, alone. With no one to care for them.

"Darling?" Simon whispers softly, and you blink at him. Like you’re confused. Like you’re surprised.

“Hey.” Johnny says, forcing himself to stand and speak casually. “You called us?” Your face shifts a little, nearly scrunching up like Bee’s, and then you shake your head.

“No I… didn’t think, I didn’t t-think… I did?” The words are slow, thick and sticky, and they can practically hear the rattle in your chest from here. You’re really sick. How long have you been sick like this?

Johnny’s about to protest when Simon holds his hands up, open palm and easy. 

“Well, we’re here now. Will you let us help?” You shake your head, the refusal adamant, and Johnny swallows his discontent. You need their help. You need them. You called them. Why won’t you let them in?

“You’re sick. You called, said you both ‘ave fevers.” He gestures to the baby against your chest and you cradle her head protectively.

“No.” You croak.

“Look at me,” he pleads. “Look. Look, everything’s okay. We’re here to help you. Please, let us help you.” He holds his phone out, turning the screen towards you, your eyes squinting at the brightness of the screen before focusing on his call log, the incoming call from a blocked number clearly displayed at the top. Something fractures across you, some weight that’s been weighing on you, and you shuffle to the side, opening the view for the of the hallway, and a little kitchen.

Simon leads him across the threshold without a second to lose, and you cough as they slide by you. You stand away from them, warily, still aware but focus slipping as you shudder. He wants to reach out and feel your skin, press the back of his hand to your forehead to feel just how warm you are, the sweat soaked hair at your nape obviously displaying your ill state.

“Alright.” Johnny runs a hand through his hair, and tries not to tug at the roots. “Let’s get you together so we can get you two to a doctor.”

"She ne-needs to go to hospital." you explain, pointing to the half packed backpack with a shaking hand. "But I don't..." Bee cries against you, and you pat her back helplessly, eyes lost as they swim with tears. "I don't feel good, I feel fuzzy, and I c-can't navigate the trains like this."

"Alright. We can-"

"I didn't know what to do." You cry, and Johnny's heart twists in his chest, the sight of you so distraught, eyes glassy with fever, lips dry and cracked. He thinks you probably need to go to hospital too, with the way you're swaying slightly, how your cough sounds, your head drooping forward like it's too heavy for your neck.

“We can help. We can get you both to hospital-“ you cough again, taking care to point your face away from Bee, cutting him off before swiftly shaking your head.

“I don’t need it.”

“Don’t need what?” Simon cuts sharply.

“The hospital. Just-“ your lungs wheeze. “jus’ Bee.” Not bloody likely. You bounce her gently, but your eyes clench shut and you blow out a breath before sticking a hand out to still yourself against the counter.

“Darling, you need a doctor.” Simon counters firmly, and you cover your mouth again, to cough.

You wobble on your feet, swaying slightly before lurching just a little to the left, practically into Johnny who swears in alarm, arm coming around your shoulders to steady you.

“Johnny.” Simon directs, motioning to Bee before coming around to your other side, shifting your weight into him as if you were a rag doll. “Take the baby.” There’s no time for hesitation, for him to be nervous or unsure. There’s only a moment before Bee is nestled in his arms, unhappy face gazing up at him, like she knows.

She’s beautiful, even though she’s upset, and sickly. Still beautiful, like her mum. Perfect, angelic.

Their daughter. He’s holding their daughter, in his arms. Their precious, adorable, sweet child that is every bit of you that he had imagined. Such an incredible thing, born from such an awful decision.

And she’s running a temperature.

High temperatures are bad for babies. Fevers are worse for babies than they are for adults or even older children. The warning from a baby book he read a while ago, what feels like forever ago, blares in his mind.

Your head hangs limply against Simon, and Johnny reaches out to finally try to get a gauge of your temperature. When he makes contact, he grimaces.

“She’s burning up.” You grunt something in reply, but it’s nonsense. “So is the wee one.”

“Okay. We’re going.” He nods to the backpack, and Johnny manages to loop an arm through it while keeping a crying Bee tucked against his chest.

“Shhh, shhh.” He tries in vain to hush her. “‘s alright, little love. We’ve got ya. Mum’s right there, she’s right here.”

There’s a throbbing ache inside Simon’s head. He thinks it’s probably from the way his jaw is clenched so tight, or how his muscles are so tense they feel like they’re going to shred apart while he helps you walk through the front doors of the hospital.

They put you in a wheelchair, a small comfort Simon is grateful for, and wheel you into a room while they follow step by step behind. Bee cries in Johnny’s arm, and he tries to soothe her the best he can, but it’s fruitless.

She wants you. She wants her mum.

A nurse gets you into a gown in the bathroom, and then somewhat settled into a bed with a monitor on your finger before asking Johnny for Bee.

"Where are you taking her?" You protest, distressed when he hands her over, and Simon tenses while the nurse gives you a sympathetic look.

"She needs to go down to peds, just to see the doctor." You shake your head, and cough, the force of it shaking your body. Johnny winces.

"No, she… she needs to stay with me."

"She'll come right back up, when she's done. We'll have a bassinet for her, so she can sleep in here with you."

"N-no she can't. She can't... she has to stay with me." The monitor that seems to be measuring your heart rate picks up, the beeping steadily increasing while your eyes dart around the door wildly, panicked. The nurse opens her mouth to probably explain, again, but Simon sits down by your leg, careful not to touch you, but holding your gaze with a firm look.

"One of us can go with her, darling. Right?" He raises an eyebrow at the nurse, who nods. "See? And we'll stay with her, we'll make sure she's back up here in no time." You look from him to Johnny, who nods seriously, and he watches you loosen a breath from your chest. In the awful yellow light of the hospital, you appear more tired, more sickly than before. It unsettles him, and seeing you distressed physically hurts, because he can’t comfort you, can’t hold you, can’t tell you that you’re alright, that they’re here.

“Alright.” You sniffle weakly, eyes sad and heavy with exhaustion. He exchanges a glance with Johnny, one that says ‘you choose’, and then he’s following Bee and the nurse out the door, while Simon watches you fight sleep.

“You can rest, darling.” He encourages, and you gnaw on your lip while you watch the disappear down the hallway. “I’ll wake you, when she’s back.” It’s an assurance, one he knows you need while your eyelids droop, your sleep imminent.

“Okay.” You whisper, leaning your head back on the pillow, and shifting a bit so you’re tucked just slightly onto your side.

We’ll watch over you, he thinks. We’ll watch over you both.

Bonus: after you and Bee get discharged, the guys take you home and you actually let them help you with Bee and eventually, take care of you too. A little bit.

[gegengestalt]

Drew Grushenka & Mitya again instead of finishing other pieces

Inspired by this screenshot from a play that kind of reminds me of The Kiss. The obscured face makes it a little ominous and I like that

[wejustvibing]

bye bye, bae!

sources: 1 2

[lonlonranching]

they call him pistol pete

[nobibiname]

Elain’s potatoes and protective shadows

Thinking about Elriel again … and this scene :

"Don't," Elain said flatly, starting once more into a walk, veils of steam drifting past her shoulders from the roasted rosemary potatoes in her hands, as if they were Azriel's shadows. "She won't listen." ACOFAS ch12

My reading of this used to be

“girl can’t even hold a dish of potatoes w/o reminders of the shadowboy”, 😏

which I still kinda think 😏 but then I realized, she’s actually mad at (frustrated? Upset with?) Nesta in this scene. And that makes this scene a whole lot deeper than it does at a cursory glance.

This is actually a perfect mirror of another scene where Elain also experiences distress from her relationship with Nesta:

“Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.” ACOSF ch21

So what we learn in this scene is Azriel’s shadows are prepared to defend Elain the way their master does, whether the distress is physical or emotional. It’s not an accident the wording to Nesta’s insult is “a blow”, we’re reminded of a physical attack.

But what about the first scene in ACOFAS? What’s the connection bw the steam and his shadows when Azriel is not even there… yet.

This is the exact scene when she walks into the dining room and he takes over the potatoes

“Sit, I’ll take care of it”

Which is when he takes the dish from her.

But what is he taking care of exactly? Just the physical load of the dish, or perhaps also the emotional load shes carrying from her broken heart over Nesta’s dark period, as symbolized by the steam (another word for anger) coming off of the potatoes?

My interpretation of this scene is, the potatoes are the Elriel version of Nessian’s “whatever you throw at me, I can take it”.

Vs Elriel

“Whatever you’re carrying, I can help”

And that is the reason Elain’s unspoken anger, symbolized by the steam from the dish she made, is being compared to his shadows. He’s here, and he’s willing to take care of it, and he does it again, instinctively, in ACOSF

I know there’s other interpretations of this scene, but I like this one🩵 hope y’all enjoy 😉

[ironmars]

I'm on my ultimate Luke Brain Rot right now as you can all tell. Lololol yolo 🤪

[pastafossa]

Hello I have had this potato for seven years today and he's only a LITTLE wrinkly, how is he still so fresh??? Not one sprout on him! What is his aging secret??? DOCTORS HATE HIM.

The day after I brought the smol 8 pound potato home who cannot seem to believe he gets whipped cream cups now after being abandoned on a road with his entire litter:

The 7 year old potato now, content knowing he has had 7 years of pup cups and ear scritichies and will get many more, and the only road he has to worry about now is the cat zoomie road in the house: