#and it's depressing af

[tinytrashkid]

i hate not having any energy! i really need to make sure i'm eating enough 'cause that's why i can't do shit...too bad i don't get paid until thursday :/

[tomurakii]

High-ish quality scans of the Silco & Vander pages from the artbook

[noname-404s-blog]

[biblicallycorrectangelvenom]

Nothing I do matters

[lynn-tged-posting]

wow thanks lloyd

original idea: fluff (milkbreadtoast on twitter)

standalone and blank,,, go nuts!!!

"lynn why is his hair that long-" BEHOLD!

[artist-rat]

former inquisitor telithal lavellan goth slay cyberpunk era concept

[143river]

Ummm why are the Kidz depressed???

This is also followed by “i told you so”……..so are the kids going “I TOLD YOU YOUD BE DEPRESSED IDIOT” like goddamn

[lucraven]

One day I am gonna grow wings —————— Hysterical and useless

[moriaarts]

343rd Company led by Captain Kiss

More trans clones, or just the same ones and the art i made for them bc now they r my little rotten soldier and i will b making a whole ass trilogy in my head for them

[hanneloreleyx]

Scherbenloch

Kaltes Scherbenloch!

Es flüstert in dein Ohr

Die Scherbe hat gesprochen

[frmulcahy]

My grown ass reading Battle of the Labyrinth for the first time mood board

[revenantghost]

[thisdorkyblogthing]

Thorki AU where Thor and Loki start a band when they're teens but it's mostly just the two of them because they're messy little fuckers who constantly butt heads and no one can stand to be around them for too long. Somehow, they're still really good and end up getting picked up by a record label and become a hit. This, of course, makes them even messier fuckers and their constant drama makes them an even bigger draw to more people. They manage to find a small team of people who are (mostly) willing to stick it out with them and make a few hit albums and get through a few tours. (They just barely manage to get through them by the skin of their teeth, but still!)

Unfortunately, their latest album hasn't done as well critically or commercially and the tension between Thor and Loki has been at an all time high, which has really made touring unbearable for everyone involved. A particularly rough performance the night before ended up with Loki and Thor getting into a(nother) nasty little ruckus that had their manager calling up the front desk of the hotel with a preemptive "I'm sorry for whatever happens to that suite, we'll pay for the damages, please don't call the cops, thank you."

They show up to the tour bus the next morning and something's... different. Sure, usually after a bad argument they're a bit quiet and sulky until one of them cracks a joke that makes the other laugh and everything's good again until the next shitfit ensues, but this time they're real quiet and avoiding looking at each other(and everyone else) and everyone's getting worried that this might be the fight that finally breaks them up.

Except actually they had an angry fuck after Loki said 'We'Re NoT EvEn ReEeEeAl BrOtHeRs!!?!' for like, the 700th time and Thor was like 'FINE!' and smashed their mouths together. Things Happened and now they're a bit shell shocked and trying to figure how to feel about it. (And trying valiantly to convince themselves It Wasn't That Good.)

(It was That Good. Oops.)

[nithica]

“if i asked you to modify my body, would you do it?” you ask, staring out of the window absentmindedly. there are green buds on the ends of the tree branches. spring has finally shown itself, but you can’t find it in you to really take it all in.

kashima looks up from his temporary work table—or well, it was supposed to be temporary, anyway, and he purposefully ignores the thought that he’s been here for far too long already— his hands stilling with the tools still in the device. “why would you even want that?” he asks, blinking slowly in confusion. he was proud of his modifications, he was; but surely someone such as yourself thought of him as a freak, a monster. nobody understands him, or why he’s done the things he did to himself; no one but master X, the only person he’s convinced could ever accept him for what he was.

you take too long to respond and so he returns to carefully adjusting the wiring he’d somehow messed up during the last trial of using this damned thing.

“well,” you start, but the words die on your tongue before you can attempt to say them, “just answer the question. would you?”

he pauses and looks at you; for the first time truly looks at you that day. kashima wouldn’t consider himself a good reader of people—not like master X is, anyway, but he quickly shakes off the thought because of the mixed feelings that climb their way up his throat. but when he looks at you that time, he finally notices the way your eyes are glazed over, and he swears for a moment the colour of your irises are less vibrant than they usually are. he sees lines of a frown lingering, footprints of an existence that leaves marks in the dirt.

ah. something clicks now. he adjusts his mask thoughtfully and turns back to his handiwork. the silence hangs in the air, covering the both of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “i still feel pain, you know,” he says after a while. “not physical pain, no, but i’m not an unfeeling robot.”

he felt it even recently, the chill of that day in thailand clinging to his phantom limbs. his whole world had come crashing down not too long ago, and it still left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. kashima felt things strongly; but when facing others’ feelings, he felt at a loss.

glancing over at you briefly, he pursed his sewn lips underneath the warm mask. “hey. can you hold this for me?” he lifted a wire from the device until it went taut and tilted his head towards it. you got up without a word, your movements more languid than usual. “be very careful and hold it still like this. if you break it, i’ll kill you.”

like watching ice melt in realtime, the life reluctantly returned to your eyes. facial muscles relaxed one by one and the frown began to dissipate. “what are you working on anyway?” you mumbled, curiously looking into the thing.

“you don’t need to know,” was his answer before digging his hand into its open back. you also didn’t need to know that he would be cutting that wire later, either. sometimes all we need is to be given a purpose, after all.

i am so rusty holy hell but i feel like i have to start just posting random shit or i never will lmaooooooo

[biblicallycorrectangelvenom]

I thought I was late for the bus this morning/late for school and had forgotten to do my homework, immediately sick with anxiety, so familiar

I'm 28