#Left Hand Bear

[imkeepinit]

[cry-ptidd]

” Am I not right to weep? O my children, cursed children of a hateful mother - ”

[nolongerdaily-pussinboots]

Day 9

(Wordless version under read more)

[boydykepdf]

have had this vision for so long…

[introspectivememories]

god i know i said i was tired of making eveerything sad but just imagine timber those first few months of reconnecting and they're both drunk on tim's boat, laying on the deck staring up at the stars and bear turns over to look at tim, his eyes are sad and wet, and he reaches out to touch tim's face as if to make sure tim is really there and not an illusion and tim whispers, "bear?" and bernard smiles a little brokenly and goes, "so how long do i have you for this time?"

[hal-o-ween]

Sweet Dreams <3

[lavenoon]

h. hamds.

[littlemissgeek8]

More Trespasser sketches, this time a goodbye kiss between Inquisitor Cadash and Varric, right before the last conversation with Solas. I think I saw someone else draw a romanced Varric with a hair ribbon like the DA2 romance appearance changes and I just couldn't resist doing it here. :3

Also he's totally not holding back tears, nuh-uh. Definitely not!

[avnasace]

i bet it fucked celebrimbor up massively to realise he let his uncles tormentor into his city and became his friend... like, imagine on top of all the abuse he received at saurons hand himself, him having the sudden realisation that he had trusted and cared about someone who tortured his family for thirty years...

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hi? Gosh how do I even start with this :'D

I know it's been ages since I've last popped up on here. I've been debating when to post this for a while, but I kept adding to my draft more and more and now it's the end of JULY omgg I felt so guilty disappearing with zero updates but then thought my birthday would be the best day to finally address this considering it'll feel less random? idk but Ive always celebrated my bday with you guys and I'd feel so bad answering your kind asks without me at least explaining why I was gone for months.

Truth be told, I was dealing with a lot of stuff irl. health issues and sudden declining grades that left me stumped and drained for months now- along with technical issues like having to replace some parts of my computer that took a while for me to find to even draw digitally, which I didn't have the time for anyway with how tired and weary I felt every day.

I'm frankly shaken up by a lot of shit rn and I don't know how to be active online with this burden on my chest- Especially as it's been a while since I've even looked at utmv related content and my motivation dwindled. I swear I'd hype myself up to post or reblog something- but I'd see just how much I've missed or the overwhelming amount of posts I'd need to go through and I'd feel so swamped with exhaustion and most importantly guilt, for not clearing the air up sooner to reassure you guys that I'm, y'know, alive, and not dead in a ditch somewhere. And I'd procrastinate cause typing it all out is hard and I'd give up halfway every time and it's just not fair to you all!

I thought I was handling it well when I started going out and socializing more, instead of staying cooped up at home on my computer all day. and in the first draft of this post I made months ago I was gonna detail some of the fun plans I had, for my life and for this blog :D but relaxing my strict study schedule and letting go a bit of my tight routine, thinking it was better than wringing myself dry to keep it up, backfired horribly, to say the least.

I know right?? so silly to be hung up on stupid shit like studies of all things! but this is a very important thing for me considering my career plans and the competitivity encouraged by everyone I'm surrounded by, the pressure of keeping up adding to my already stressful days. I had to fix myself up first and I couldn't handle the strain nor interact with people and thinking of jobs and exams sapped my energy so much it's frankly embarrassing. writing this feels so cheesy too and it frustrates me to know I could've come back a month earlier if it weren't for that, but I also know putting all of this into words then would just sound like incoherent venting (not that this is very different tbf) and I wasn't in the right headspace to address my absence, or anything really- I didn't want everyone to see me return when I couldn't muster up a genuinely positive message, let alone talk to anyone with a shadow of my usual cheer

I feel like a complete mess and It drives me up the wall how depressed I've gotten. I debated deleting this blog so many times 'cause the fear of disappointing my audience and my friends, for lack of a more fitting sentiment, made me feel even shittier. I'm constantly thinking if this wall of text is worth posting, or if it's better not to burden you all with all my sappy troubles as if it's the end of the world. Trust me, I'll be fine. I'm not trying to dramatize this situation, but I don't think I'm up to pretending I'm all sunshine and enthusiasm you're all accustomed to.

So sorry for worrying you all! I'll try to catch up, deliver some missed birthday gifts, and answer some asks while I'm at it! Again, I can't state how much I appreciate your support throughout the years. It's frankly a miracle I kept any of you around with how much I keep popping and leaving at random with no warning. I definitely can't promise for my stay to be without a hitch, and if you don't mind an inconsistent schedule you're free to stay of course, but I'm afraid I can't sustain the pace I had when I first started this blog. I'll keep posting art, but lower my activity in the fandom sphere to reduce the strain on my mental health. so fewer rants and walls of text, more art, and less stress overall. Love you all and thanks for waiting for this long <3

[pulchrasilva]

I can be soooo normal about barely concealed suicides. When you make a decision knowing it will lead to your death, but to anyone else it might look like a mistake. When you throw yourself into dangerous situations and don't care if you come out the other side. Maybe you want to die but not enough to take your own life. Maybe you're not brave enough, or too ashamed. Idk whatever the reason I eat that shit UP

[bearlytolerant]

When Quil says: “My talents lie in combining materials, and I’ll use those in my possession to craft things for you in my spare time.”

I know he means like a salubrious draught, a bouquet or some roborant, etc, but I like to believe he’s crafting little corn dolls and hands them out with Gwyn to the children he comes across during his travels hoping to bring a smile to their little faces.

[llondonfog]

my whole life and all my heart; you're my whole life and all my heart.

part 1/?

the human child cries in the shattered remains of its cradle, its raspy wails an echo of the nameless grief swallowing lilia's stilled and barren heart whole (and what a lie that is— his grief certainly bears a name, two in fact, and he cannot speak of them, cannot think of them lest he open his mouth and choke on the ash-slick shards of his own anguished screams—). his fingers tremble around the wrapped handle of his weapon, and if baul happens to notice, then he is wise enough not to say anything.

he could kill it now. he could smite it from existence, send it hurtling towards the same miserable and all too merciful fate that had befallen its damnable progenitors. he can taste it— the tantalizing blush of blood against the battle-lust atmosphere, the smooth swing of his blade cleaving air and infant in two.

he could kill it now. he could.

(he cannot. it had been one of her last requests, he cannot desecrate her wishes though oh, how he rages to—)

"i hate you," he snarls down at the sniveling little beast with its scrunched up watery eyes, and his talons score gouges deep into the edge of the delicately painted cradle. "you have taken everything from us, and i hate you."

"...you will do then as the queen wishes?" dear baul, voice a low and thick dam behind him that creaks and groans beneath the weight of the guttural despair weighing down upon them; he still calls her by empty title, as if that might manifest her return, and lilia half feral with grief nearly believes it might— who else but baul, the most staunchly loyal of them all, could recall her from the vanished? who else could call her back home?

(certainly not lilia— her failed general; her failed knight; her failed friend)

and thus, he is chained to this wretched creature by both grief and guilt. to have spared the child's life with the thought of her own, he simply could not understand it. by her grace alone does this human live, and he stiffly beckons a soldier over to pluck the hiccupping babe from its tucked in blankets.

and still, at death's very door, did she manage to best him; the audacity, to have made him promise to look after both children. for her son, he would have conquered the world. for this child, he would have ended it.

"and what of this place? will they not come searching for the prince?"

lilia does not look at the broken scales that litter the floor like obsidian glass. he does not look at the scorch marks scouring the stone walls. he does not look at the bloodstained sword.

"burn it, burn it to the ground." he kicks at the sagging cradle, the torn blankets spilling out in a weeping heap.

"and you can use that as kindling."

[retributory]

when you think about it clive and flora are actually perfect narrative foils on complete accident. like what's up with that. professor layton and the completely imagined literary devices

[b4kuch1n]

hfr indulgence weekend

[your-fav-is-left-handed]

Bear/Becky from Sweet Tooth is left handed