I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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(cheers) all halfling half-foot party!! All half-foot party!!!
Love that Chilchuck is the tallest if they were all half-foots.
(aka me fangirling over more ryoko kui daydream hour art)
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"Why do you care?" Arms are uncrossed, he regards the other with sharp amber hues. "You have no reason to care."
"You have no reason to care."
That much was true. Anyone who knew of their previous history of violence and hunting one another down and attempted murders would question exactly why Dan Heng would still be by Blade's side in any capacity; and not only be there willingly, but seek it out when opportunities arose. But it was so much more complicated than that, so much more involved than simply seeing Blade as a mara struck murderer who only had one purpose left in his miserable life besides seeking out a way to die and killing the reincarnation of the man that used to be his everything.
It was all lingering effects of decisions made so many years ago. The aggressive thoughts and feelings Blade experienced when the mara hit particularly hard were not his own. Them being able to not only come to a truce but form a relationship that paralleled that of Dan Feng and Yingxing, but was still their own as Blade and Dan Heng, was proof that Blade still had autonomy and feelings that were not all murderous.
So with all those thoughts crossing his mind in a matter of seconds, the shorter wordlessly reached out for Blade's right hand and carefully eased the fabric of his sleeve up so more reddened bandages were visible and he could just as carefully begin unwinding them and letting the bandages fall to the ground. Seeing the way his skin was marred and bloodied and irritated from the mara had Dan Heng wincing internally; he couldn't sympathize with how the mara left Blade constantly in pain, but he could understand that it was overwhelming for the Stellaron Hunter at the worst of times.
Blue eyes fell shut and a golden light emanated from Dan Heng's hands as they carefully covered as much of the wounds on Blade's hand and wrist as they could, and as the golden light began to grow brighter light blue horns materialized up, ears changed shape and hair lengthened as the cloudhymn magic flowed from the Vidyadhara's body into Blade's.
It was by no means a permanent fix, if it could be then Dan Heng would have used his own powers to rid Blade of the mara shortly after the truce was called and this would not still be a problem. It was a short term solution to heal the skin and temporarily alleviate the pain coursing through his body. Fingers grazed underneath Blade's sleeve to send the cloudhymn magic further up his arm, and eyes opened once again as the same fingers trailed down along Blade's before Dan Heng's gaze lifted up to meet the others.
It was a subtle thing, Dan Heng's fingers tightening around Blade's freshly healed as he spoke, almost as if he wasn't aware he was doing so, but the way he refused to let go even when he was done the healing was proof that the former high elder knew exactly what he was doing. "Because I don't want you to die."
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Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.
The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.
There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.
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falling back in love with a ship is so fun because it’s like oh that’s why i was deranged about those two. ok then.
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Damian: *storming into the den* Faaaather, Drake called me a rude word-
Tim: For the hundredth time, I said you were acting like Dick, not acting like a dick!
Jason: *not even glancing up from his book* That’s debatably worse
Dick: *exaggeratedly wounded gasp*
Damian: *pulling a knife* You take that back Todd-
Bruce: *as chaos ensues* …I’m out
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the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
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Men begging shyly, men hiding behind their hands, men whining when i pull them back to see their pretty faces, men writhing underneath me, men looking up at me with tears in their eyes, men saying "please miss pleasepleasepleasedon'tstop", men thrusting their hips for me, men whimpering, men-
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obsessed with this man, immediately knocks out and takes a 4h nap after bodyswapping with some kid's dad, absolute unit
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