#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

[bilestat]

Consider this an amuse-bouche.

[empty-dream]

You can't catch me now I'm higher than the hopes that you brought down ↳ Can't Catch Me Now - Olivia Rodrigo

[g0reang3l]

what the fuck do you mean i’m no longer a teenage girl ???!?!

[lordundying]

i have elected to become monster & beauty & grace & terror. i will not go.

had the pleasure of commissioning my most beloved @delicateweapon for a piece of my d&d character jinx after her recent transformation into an aasimar & departure from the party on her villain journey and i am just absolutely awestruck!! every single detail in this is incredible, stunning, showstopping—i was already emo about not having her as my player character in that campaign anymore but this just floored me. thank you nika for your gorgeous work, i love you my friend! and please everyone, commission nika if you get the chance, you won't regret it!!

[reireichu]

excuse me as i go bury myself in a box of rocks bc it is with sincere regret and pain that i must inform you that as of s02e08 ARMAND STILL HAS NOT YET FUCKED THE OLD MAN.

[phvnthom]

I'm losing my mind with all the flowerfang fics

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[starsm00n]

I want Rick Grimes sweaty, bloody and dirty I will slurp that man up likes he’s the soup of the day

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

WE MOTHERFUCKEN GOT EM

[1nm806]

i'm literally dead (i just saw someone say theyre putting songs on a playlist for my faves nd its so so wrong i need to explode)

[kalibabysworld]

sometimes I'm very glad I'm not in the box and expected to hide my anxiety

[elizabeth-mitchells]

BABYGIRL I MISSED YOU SO MUCH PLEASE COME BACK HOME 😭

[youmaycallmebrian]

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[phvnthom]

THIS GAME IS GONNA BE SO GAY

[nyandereneko]

Just Like Old Times

Word Count: 1,696

Summary: “She couldn’t be bothered to spare the scum any words, even a hint of acknowledgement. She was focused on the one that’d called out to her, the thread that’d demanded her presence to ensure its protection, its preservation.”

Author’s Note: Critical R0le got me in a chokehold and this is the result, C3 is also kicking my ass and this is a direct result. If you’re not caught up with C3 ep51 or you’re trying to avoid spoilers stay the hell away from this fic, I’m serious this is your last spoiler warning!! Everyone else, I hope you enjoy Celestial!Nova going apeshit about what happened in the campaign, I can’t say bad shit still wouldn’t end up happening to everyone anyway because they’re dealing with quite the cunning and crafty and tenacious adversaries, but Nova would at least be able to cause a stir, and a pause. And then she and Vax would probably defend Keyleth to the end lmao, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Reblogs Appreciated!

*****

The world was dyed a deep, dark, bloody red when the youthful celestial arrived. Raging winds and roiling dust and miserable wails overwhelmed her as she materialized in a flash, in the heart of a violent tempest of chaos and panic. It was an assault to her senses on every front; she’d had no idea what to expect. She hadn’t been allotted much time to even consider her feelings on the subject, but that was just the nature, the reality of the consequences of yielding to the impulse of a split second reaction.

And react she had, zipping across several planes of existence in a blink and reaching her destination just in time to prevent the tragedy that had summoned her. Said summons was entirely foreign, unknown to her, which only made things more jarring as the details of the situation began to trickle in. She’d been transported so abruptly that she hadn’t even had time to alter her form, instead appearing as a Nova-shaped mass of fluid, shifting starlight—the form of a pure celestial fae.

It was one of many forms the distinguished woman had at her disposal. Her eyes were the only easily distinguishable feature on her face, though the rest could be defined upon closer inspection. Two radiant orbs of iridescent light glowing with the intensity of the full moon sat nested within her nebulous vestige, blinking a few times in a comical reflex of mortality as her vision adjusted to the scene.

There was a beam so bright it hurt to look at searing into the center of her raised palm, focused and sharp. But also peculiar, unfamiliar…uninteresting, really.

She examined the blackhole-like vortex boring into the center of her hand as it intensified, spewing iridescent blood like a fount of fae energy not unlike the red light of Ruidus that was presently engulfing the battlefield. The injury, and the attempt to harm her in general was an inconvenience more akin to a splinter or a stubbed toe, really. It wouldn’t even leave a scratch. But she’d been summoned here for a reason, and she had yet to accomplish the all important task that’d stirred her very soul to action.

She couldn’t be bothered to spare the scum any words, even a hint of acknowledgement. She was focused on the one that’d called out to her, the thread that’d demanded her presence to ensure its protection, its preservation. And though fate may truly have had a hand in procuring her aid, her motivation and conviction ultimately resided in the unshakable love that bound her to the man that stood behind her now, frozen in disbelief and awe.

“What a fuss, and over such insignificant pests.” She flicked the beam between her middle finger and thumb, redirecting its flow precisely enough to send it back the way it came and disarm every reflective surface that’d guided it to her vengeful grasp. The mechanisms weren’t entirely destroyed, certainly recoverable, but effectively useless for the time being. “Entitled enough to dare to put the champion of a god in danger. Underestimating the wrath of the gods…it often proves to be one of man’s most dire follies, in my experience.”

Without a second glance, without another word, the instigators were violently shoved, pounded into the earth. A pressure, a gravity that they were barely able to survive descended with the speed and intensity of a falling star, incapacitating them and eliminating any potential for them to interact, to interfere. She wasn’t going to spare them any time; she wasn’t here for them. She was here for the man she surmised by now that she’d defended in some way, prevented some unfathomable horror from being unleashed upon him, at least for now.

“Keyleth?” Nova’s voice sounded like starlight. Her attention shifted again, and as she turned to face her vulnerable charge she discovered that not one but two of her companions had fallen prey to this insidious ambush, startled and clinging to life. Even more victims of this revolting display of arrogance and selfishness were scattered about the surroundings, their suffering equally pronounced.

The priestess could sense a faint, fading aura of restoration in the air, a pale imitation of the familiar warmth and comfort that coursed through her veins when she invoked the healing arts herself. “Apparently, that batch of restoration wasn’t enough. But I think I can help with that.”

A burst of celestial radiance in the form of a phantom ring of constellations pulsed forth in a wave from the center of her being, quieting the mayhem as it rolled over the battlefield and eventually faded at a distance. The magic left a lingering facade of tranquility on the area, or perhaps it was just a side effect of the healing euphoria. Either way, it wasn’t going to last, and now that Nova was here she couldn’t leave without a fight. They had to pay, and whatever this was had to stop at all costs.

She glanced at the imposing machine.

Her gaze drifted to the scorned crimson moon hanging above who’s red aura filled her with the dread of the gods.

The haunting chill of the ancient, voracious god devourer dwelling within the tenuous lunar prison pierced her to her core.

“Nova.” All the half-elf had to do was speak her name. It almost hurt to look at him, but only because he was that beautiful, or perhaps she was just that overcome.

“Starweaver.” Her title among the gods. Like her mother before her, the majestic Moonweaver, the Starweaver had claimed her mantle and proven many times over just how fit she was to bear it. She’d been lured in her celestial state to the heart of this present disaster, still too distracted to bother putting up any troublesome mortal appearances.

He took her glittering, void-like hand and kissed the same yet different fingers that danced with constellations whenever she invoked the magic of the cosmos. There was a galaxy nestled in her palm. The warmth of night’s nurturing embrace coursed through her ethereal veins, radiating from every pore of her divine being. He’d been marked by the chill kiss of death. His lips trembled as they brushed the void of her divine flesh behind his carefully cut mask, and his presence was enough to distract her from all else without even having to try.

But she didn’t want him to bow—she wanted to see him.

Sure, she saw him in her dreams all the time. Unsure of whether there was truly some deeper connection residing within them, she figured it couldn’t be anything more than her own pitiful, wishful thinking; a product of her desperate delusions. She and the Champion had stated their vows, each pledging their word that they would accept the inevitable separation and isolation required of his service in order to satisfy the terms of his sacred contract with the Matron of Ravens.

As two gods they were on equal terms, and there were no valid loopholes the Moonweaver could exploit in her star’s favor.

Vax’s fate was set, and Nova’s along with it.

But he wasn’t content to just bow to her, either. He felt compelled; he wanted to. And he also wanted to stand up straight and take a good long look into the shimmering eyes searing within her incorporeal starry form, more level with his own than he was used to as her innate gravity in this form led her to absently float and drift along. It was as if her hair and fur had bled into the rest of her being, cloaking her in the night itself, a being woven from the stars. He would have been more than content to allow those very stars to engulf him as greedily as they desired, but much to their shared dismay there was still work to be done.

“It’s been too long.” Nova reached out and caressed the half-elf’s face, noting the ornate, traditional mask that complemented his armor, an unmistakable symbol of the Matron’s power and prestige. Eyes seasoned by death stared back into her glowing starlit gaze, and she moved in just enough to brush her incorporeal lips against the smooth surface concealing his features. He likewise leaned into her touch, as chill as the domain he served as it permeated his very being, but if she really focused she could discern the familiar warmth that persisted within his guarded soul, the inextinguishable essence that dwelled within.

She knew that even the simple act of entertaining such an interaction would violate their respective agreements, much less succumbing to it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to give the slightest damn. About any of it. All that mattered was that Vax was here now, Nova was here with him, and fate had seemingly been merciful enough to allow the diligent duo this fleeting, bittersweet reunion.

“I’m never far from you, you know,” the Champion reassured in a voice that still had enough of him in it for his patient, doting love to recognize.

“That truth is part of what plagues me so,” the celestial replied in a whisper, feeling as if her glittering grasp was welded to his face as she traced the edge of his mask with her thumb. “When you’re close, it only makes me miss you more.”

“I’m here now, my love,” he replied as he brashly pulled her closer. “And it seems like we’ve got some fairly important work to do.”

“Ah, just like old times,” she chimed in as her luminescent nature flared with the ire of the cosmos. She turned to face the instigator’s that she’d temporarily incapacitated upon arrival; as soon as her magic had faded they were relentless in clamoring back to their feet and seeing whatever this grand conspiracy was through to the end.

Nova’s fists clenched as constellations began to gather and swirl around them. Just like old times indeed, she thought as she lashed her tail, a fresh power surging through her with the influence of Vax’s intoxicating presence. It was nice to revel in his company while it lasted, even if they had to do it in the midst of a man-made apocalypse.

[nullwork]

throwing up anytime a hot guy gives me attention