#(BURIES MY FACE IN MY HANDS)

[ahollowgrave]

-- crowned with flowers. Odette and Fornax enjoying the quiet of Odette's garden, surrounded by friends.

[feat. the fantastical and charming Fornax of @verysmallcyborg!]

A bonus shot, just for you:

After this they attend knitting club, btw. Which is a few OCs strong and the second I see knitting props!!!!!

[shima-draws]

I know it's a common bit/gag to misspell Jack's name on purpose but I actually did it on accident and DAMKSDSAL STOP. WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY

[p-clodius-pulcher]

i hate ides posting on this site ive decided

[devilatelier]

ok i. i have an indulgent self insert OC that i ship with naraku that ive been really shy to share..... does anyone wanna see him

[sharpsuite]

Ann is one of those people who is actually very good with kids, but tends to doubt herself and not be entirely confident if she's doing things well or not. But she does. She's naturally observant and alert to others and knows to speak softer to kids but not speak down to them. I think she'd probably love to have a kid of her own, be it biological or adopting, but she doesn't see it in her future. Which is tragic.

[deathfavor]

Got home from work and immediately cried twice so uuuuhhh yeah. that’s how today’s gone. took some pain killers, but i’ll be here now. vibing for a bit before actively doing things

[skarmoree]

11 for fanfic asks?

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

stares into the void for an uncomfortably long amount of time llllets see if I’m game to write something and mark it E,

[cairenaart]

ok i'm gonna just use this blog akin to insta and post previews here and the full pieces on kofi

[primamchorus]

"If only somebody hadn't wrecked the car. Oh my god... Unbelievable." "Oh... I would hate to be that guy... Heh... Oh, c'mon, don't be that way. You know I didn't mean to do it!" "Of course not. Sabotage is far beyond you."

[astradyke]

i think i was so thrown off by the puppy spit slow motion that i completely forgot about the oh my God they kissed joke. i am sincerely happy that they don't have to filter themselves out that much these days, they deserve it. i do wish that didn't involve the various kinds of foreplay they've done on camera over the course of june, but i guess kink does belong in pride . so

[peaches2217]

I’ve never been able to find the full voice clip on YouTube because people just rush by it and it’s easy to miss, so have the full version of Mario’s eerily realistic crying.

[laniidae-passerine]

can’t believe that Armand experienced a series of micro-aggressions from Daniel and it made him fall in love again. like maybe all my aunties were right maybe interracial relationships are a mistake

[thedreadblog]

I just had a Hypothetical Thought:

It's odd to me that Solas ends up trapped in his own prison. It's odd to me that he so readily gives a total stranger the reins in trying to fight his two escapees, Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain.

And just now, while re-watching one of the videos posted here on tumblr (which I'm not gonna reblog, videos get reblogged AFTER game release, it's so much easier to spoil people in videos and I'm not gonna.) I wondered if he might pull a Vetinari:

"Never build a dungeon you can't get out of".

In Terry Pratchett's Guards! Guards!, the patrician of the city Ankh-Morpork gets locked up in his own dungeons. When the main character of the story, Captain Sam Vimes, ends up in the dungeon with him, he learns that Vetinari has actually made himself quite comfortable until it is safe to leave again. Vetinari tells Vimes that one should never build a dungeon they wouldn't like to live in themselves, nor should they build one they can't escape.

And I know that Trick is a Discworld reader. They've talked about several of the main characters of the series on Twitter. I know that several of the other devs are as well...they might've gotten inspired.

Look, if this is a thing that happens, I'll be fucking delighted.

[unspecifiedfigure]

redraw of one of my first steddie pieces!! <3

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​ said: "Damn, ya' pick some wild ass places ta' hang out sometimes." Baji huffed, finally finished climbing the last of the stairs to the rooftop. "Ya' aren't the easiest one ta' find sometimes, ya' know?" A small teasing remark but there held a bit of genuine concern. Knowing that Kazutora likely didn't want to be found. Which was precisely the time he needed to be the most.

Baji approached the wounded tiger with steady caution. Not for himself. No, Tora would never harm him. But for the other, worried he would flee again and leave Baji searching once more. Taking his time to come sit next to him on the hard ground.

"You're like some damn hide and seek master." But hide as he would, Baji would always look for him. Always find him no matter how long it took. That was just who he was, never giving up no matter how difficult, not when it came to Kazutora. That's just how it was and always would be.

   It took ages to find a spot where the tiger thought he might be okay, where he could finally stop running through the streets and alleys like a caged animal tasting freedom. He’d managed to find some old building that looked like no one had touched it in a decade at least, even in terms of graffiti. It seemed fine though, so Kazutora had taken the six flights of stairs up to the roof till his muscles burned and he was gasping for air. And then he’d sat on the edge, legs tucked to his chest and his cheek resting against he knees. He’d turned off his phone before he’d even taken off, but the impulsive thought to throw it and watch it shatter crossed his mind. He didn’t, for once he had thought about the consequences (namely the pictures he’d lose), but it had crossed his mind. Instead, his eyes squeezed shut and he curled his hands into the fabric of his pants. He looks so small compared to the backdrop of the city.

   He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, only that the sun had started to sink. And it didn’t matter. There was nothing but an empty home waiting for him. If he vanished, if he ran, would anyone even notice? He swallowed, trying to stop how his lips trembled. He turned head down so his forehead was pressed to his knees, fingers curling into his dual colored hair.

   Kazutora’s head jerks up when he hears Baji’s voice suddenly, caught off-guard by the sound of another voice. One that usually fills him with warmth. He stares dumbfoundedly at Baji, and he isn’t sure if it’s relief or despair in his chest. Both maybe. Baji had been looking for him? How long? Then comes the guilt, the shame, the vicious voice in his head sneering at him that this is just another reason for him to be disliked. Who the hell wants some fucked up, wounded tiger when there were softer, better things out there? He was being a burden. Again.

   Kazutora’s silence is just another red flag that something was horribly wrong. After all, he normally responds to teases with ones of his own, or at least scoffs. Instead, he just stares at Baji, watching him approach the edge and sit beside him. He wants to reach out, but he keeps his hands to himself. At least he does not turn tail and flee. Not from Baji.

   “  Never played.  “  He doesn’t trust his voice, and the way it shakes with just two words reaffirms why. ( Although it’s true, he never has played hide-and-seek. He didn’t have a childhood to allow that. )  “ Baji...  “  It’s too much. He can feel tears fill his eyes until his vision is blurry, and then they’re spilling down his cheeks before he can stop them. “  I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Baji!  “  He sobs, his body unable to suppress how he shakes and the weight of his pain any longer. Sorry for being a problem, sorry for being a burden, sorry for worrying you, sorry sorry sorry sorry!

[syn0vial]

most relatable Boba Fett Moment™ in the expanded universe is when he very calmly and curtly walks away from what should be a highly emotional conversation (much to the annoyance and disgust of the person he's speaking to), locks himself in a washroom, then proceeds to have debilitating panic attack for several minutes before standing up, composing himself, and walking out in the exact same unruffled manner like nothing happened :^)