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FINALLY finished this. I had to deliberately stop myself to call it a day.

This is an idea I got a veery long time ago and I thought I will abandon. But I came to a point I didn’t know what to draw so I decided to come back to this.

[hiccuppop]

MINI GAME JUMPSCARED

[eyrieofsynapses]

hey, Leverage peeps, I've got a thought. I've seen a lot of posts and memes joking about Nate's inability to understand that his clients do not want money, they want revenge. I also find this funny. but I was thinking about it and I realized something: there's a personal reason behind it. there is a very, very good reason why Nate doesn't get that.

Nate's drive to lead Leverage, outside of the crew, originated from his son's death due to his insurance company's refusal to cover the bill for the required treatment. we all know this. if his company had paid for Sam's treatment, everything would've been fine.

…or, if Nate had been a little wealthier, had a little more change to spend… maybe he could've paid for it. maybe Blackpool never would've had a say in any of it. maybe Nate would've had everything under control from the start.

we've discussed at length in the fandom how money equals safety for some of the others in the crew (Parker and Hardison grew up with little to none and know its importance to survival, Eliot needs it to stay ahead of his old enemies, etc.), but I don't know that I've seen any discussion on how it's relevant to Nate. for him, however, money equals security in healthcare and in housing (he lost the house, remember?). Nate's older than the others. he remained in the same place for much longer, and he had a stable life for a while. the others haven't been in that position before. many of their clients, however, are at that place in life.

yes, for the others, money keeps them ahead of the game and it keeps them secure. but none of them ever lost a kid because they couldn't pay for healthcare. none of them risk losing the life of someone who is completely dependent on them when they don't have enough.

(Hardison, perhaps, has the closest understanding, considering he hacked a bank to pay for his Nana's healthcare. but he never lost her.)

Nate thinks ahead, you know? he has a long-term view of things. I imagine that for him, when clients refuse the money, they're not just refusing a month's worth of groceries, or a place to stay the night, or the ability to keep running. for him, they're refusing control over their hard-earned, stable, long-term living situation. they're refusing the potential to save a family member's life.

I dunno, guys. I think that's a pretty good reason to not understand why people don't want the money.

[coffee-at-annies]

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[fixfoxnox]

I think about Roach. I hold him so gently in my hands, offering him a soft touch. Reprieve from the bloodshed and the gunfire. I allow him to sit. I allow him to rest. When the time is right I bring him to a field and lay him down. This is where he must be. This is where he will rest. Buried under flowers that are nurtured by the remains of him and his lover. The field has never looked so healthy. The flowers have never bloomed so brightly. Roach is gone, but his body is returned to the earth. His body is left in the care of the trees and the flowers and the grass. His soul entangled forever with his lover, in the same way that their bodies remain together.

When the time is right. I bring another to the field. He did not die here. He did not die with them. Yet his soul is just as entwined as theirs is. His soul belongs to them and his heart had been set on finding them. On returning to them. So, in his rest, I return him to their side.

I let them sleep. I let them rest together, waiting until their time comes again. Until they will wake in a new life as new people with the same names and the same faces. And perhaps they will meet the same fate here. Perhaps they will rest together again in a field of flowers nurtured by their corpses. Roots growing between their ribs. It doesn't matter. They live again. They have another chance. Perhaps they will find each other. Perhaps they won't. It doesn't matter. They are still entwined. Their souls know the other. And, at the end of it all, they will find themselves together again. Resting in a field of flowers.

[chronicbeans]

Dead Plate headcanon...? Dead Plate headcanon...? OwO

I don't believe it was ever explained how Vincent lost his sense of taste, so I have this random headcanon that explains both that and why he decided to live above his bistro.

My headcanon is that he was in some sort of car accident, which caused his ageusia and a fear of cars. So, he decided to live above his bistro because then he wouldn't have to drive to work, or walk/bike on the sidewalk where he'd still be near cars as they drive by. Him getting so defensive about living above the bistro when Rody points out how everything could go wrong is because he both knows that one wrong day could destroy everything, and his fear of cars has gotten to an irrational point. Even if Rody doesn't know about it, him pointing out how he lives above the bistro irritates him because it causes him to think about the accident and his fear.

Anyways thought I'd share because I could and it has been tumbling around my brain like clothes in a washing machine.

[chronurgy]

I love that we see the temple to Bhaal but never one to bane

Bhaal's temple is in a sewer. It's beneath the city. It's rotting. But it's also a pice of land, it's an estate for his descendants to fight over. They're aristocrats, they're landowners, and Sarevok and Orin are both "spares" left to their own devices to inherit either nothing at all or something obviously subpar while the heir Durge gets it all. They're fighting over legacy, they're fighting over who gets to be the heir because that's the only person that actually matters, they're fighting over how much daddy loves them because otherwise they get absolutely nothing, they're just dust knocked off the boots of history

But the banites don't have a temple. There is no singular place for them. There are shrines set up in all their holdings but that's because bane can be anywhere they need him to be. On demand, all the time, wire bane straight to your torture dungeon at a moment's notice! He doesn't need some ratty, stinking temple because he's everywhere. It's so very modern of them, just like how much of their plans they write down. Plan your crimes with your coworkers over chat! Make sure the transcripts are all nicely archived for the inquest. Rise through the ranks not by blood, but by competence (or willingness to throw other people under the bus). Who cares what you were born to? If you're good enough you can make the whole world yours no matter what anyone says. No need to be beholden to old notions of property and propriety and ownership any longer when we can be anywhere without paying the cost. Welcome to the new age!

[trigun-archive]

Omg, I just realized something that’s not gonna add much to the narrative or if anyone has noticed it.

Here we go.

So basically in episode 12, Vash did his girlboss move of flinging himself and Nai over the ledge.

And as they’re falling, I noticed something:

To me, this reminds of the Yin Yang symbol:

Then I remember that one post where someone mentioned where Vash in episode 12 wore the colors of ‘evil’ (black and purple).

Knives wore the colors of ‘good’ (white and blue).

They’re polar opposites of one another.

And that got me thinking more in depth with their relation with Yin Yang.

Obviously everyone is familiar with two sides of the same coin. It’s the same idea with Yin Yang, they’re polar opposites but they complement each other.

As part of the Naruto fandom (*groans*, I know I know). But hear me out, lots of symbolism that is related to Naruto and Sasuke is their relation to the sun and moon respectively.

Naruto is the sun. The Yang per say, because he is bright, aggressive and masculine. His respective color is orange.

While Sasuke is the moon. The Yin, because he is with the shadows, silent and feminine. His respective color is purple.

If you read the Naruto manga, then you would see how much Kishimoto bashes your head in with their respective symbolism, it’s in the cover art, the parallelism in the panels. It even showed up as their respective symbols on their hands after the ceremony for the final battle.

Back to TriStamp.

I believe they put Knives as Yang. He is aggressive and very in your face with his conquests of taking back the Plants. He is very muscular, and it’s shown through his tight bodysuit.

Then they would put Vash as Yin. He is way less aggressive with his morals than his previous counterparts. Obviously he still has them, but he is less forthcoming. His entire character design has changed, as everyone says with his non-binary haircut.

But in certain scenes, he still has those broad shoulders and managed to lift a fucking ion cannon enough to break his prosthetic arm. So, my babygirl is still fucking strong, hmph.

It’s even mentioned that the director of TriStamp has said Vash is both the female and male lead.

Same thing with Sasuke, some Studio Perriot staff has stated that he is the heroine of the story.

Obviously Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship heavily implies they’re in love with each other and soulmate coded to the max.

(Ha, get it? Trigun MAXimum??)

(. . ., I’ll see myself out).

But they did a different relationship of Yin Yang:

Twins.

Knives wanted desperately Vash to be the ‘perfect’ version that he envisioned. Taking away Vash’s bodily autonomy.

Vash just wanted to have ‘love and peace’ in the world. He didn’t want to fight Knvies, but he would defend his loved ones.

Until during episode 12, when he was ready to go in guns blazing to take down Knives.

With the color palette of black and purple against Knives’s white and blue.

Purple is the combination of red and blue. Vash’s red jacket and part of Knives’s color palette.

But also in the end, when Vash wanted to shoot that cube up in the sky.

He still wanted to save his brother, even though Knives was rejecting it by reaching to the absolute power of the cube and what it would bring him and Plant kind.

An Icarus-esque trope per say.

But yeah, anyways, this was just a jumble of thoughts I had to immediately write this down.

[rainyiriss]

this might genuinely be one of the best things i have ever written

both people are a personification of my soul. they're both my deepest fears and desires btw

[valencia-rou]

Numb

I don't cry anymore. I dont scream into my pillow. I dont sob so hard that i have to hold a hand over my mouth. My cheeks aren't wet from tears anymore.

I just sit. I just stare at nothing. My hands shaking, legs bouncing. Im zoned out more times than not. The skin around my right thumb, is numb and red. The insides of my cheeks bitten raw.

But the worst part is, that whenever anyone else is around i laugh, i smile and talk but i still dont feel anything.

Im numb. I'm tired exhausted.

f. .

[basstards-depresso]

Three years ago, I opened the Photoshop to fool around.

[cepheusgalaxy]

To stabilish setting we use exposition

To stabilish plot we use foreshadowing

To stabilis character we use characterization

[justanerdy-gal]

A Master’s Approval

Astarion Hurt/Angst Internal Drabble

TW: Emotional Abuse, Abusive Parental Figures

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It wasn’t the servitude, the lack of freedom.

It wasn’t even the torture - torture was temporary. You could close your eyes and grit your teeth and ignore your screams until it ended.

But it was the little snipes. The comments Cazador would make every night when you brought another mark home. Always not quite good enough.

“Your so-called charm must be losing its touch, your catch today wasn’t quite as appealing as one would expect,” he’d sneer one night.

“Those rats must have turned your sense of smell rancid, eh boy? Did you not scent the oddity in that fool’s blood? Or do you just like poor quality?” he’d quip another night.

And the worst of it all - was the way your heart sank every night when you didn’t quite meet the mark - when the little praise you so desired to hear never came.

You’d come to expect it, sure. Knew in some part of your blood-starved brain that he did it to provoke you, for his own sick little amusement. You could bring him the sweetest-tasting patriar in Baldur’s Gate, and Cazador would find some blemish on their skin that he didn’t approve of.

But you still desired it. The approval. The sense of achieving, doing something right. Because what else did you have left in this night-hooded life? The praises that were sang by your victims in the throes of passion meant nothing to you. They were fools. Simple people, with simple vapid thoughts, with empty devotion that only lasted until their pleasure was sated.

Cazador’s praise was the only one that mattered. Because Cazador made it so. It was a result of being his creation - the yearning for approval, of knowing you pleased your master and creator. Even if you hated them so much- if you would stab them through the heart the first time you had the chance - that yearning still beat unwanted through your speared heart.

Because what else was there left? You’d been torn down to your most base form. You had no hopes for the future. No wants besides the depraved hunger that addled you and twisted in your stomach every day. No goals besides those your master gave you.

What else did you have left - than to be wanted by the one person who held your life in their hands now?

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places unknown | t, 3k jennifer/rodney, rodney/john, jennifer & john

for the polyshipweek23 prompts: long distance relationship, qpp, metamour, and comfy couch.

“There’s really no easy way to say this,” Rodney says on their very first date. “Well, no. It’s actually very easy to say, I just have no idea how you’re going to respond.”

“You haven’t actually said anything yet,” Jennifer says, taking a sip of her beer. The bar is loud around them and it’s late enough that some of the tables have been pushed aside for dancing, which was the whole point of choosing this bar in the first place. “So maybe say it, and then we can worry about my response.”

Rodney looks up from where he’s tearing up a straw wrapper on the table. “I have a boyfriend.”

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A smol thingie I made for the Xaldinzine a couple years ago 💖

I doubt I'll be able to make anything new for my man's day so have this just in case

Feel free to use it as a wallpaper for your devices!

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Did anyone tell Ford (bonus doodles: Family Movie Night, 70s Classics)