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Braius and Orym interaction
#vio.txt#SO FUNNY#like ik orym is on his grief journey and is kinda getting out there but#so fucking funnyyyy#bless u sam#critical role#bells hells#critical role spoilers
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How fun was it for you to finally get some work with Sam in that scene in the finale where you guys kinda, yâknow, it was torn between two lovers kinda stuff?
#imagine bein so blessed in life to have the liberty of forgetting a scene in which jacob anderson smooches u....#assad zaman#sam reid#is there but not pictured lol#iwtvedit#interview with the vampire#edits
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this ones from yesterday but i forgot about it
#sam and max#sam and max freelance police#đ¨#u can see my struggles with the desoto on the right god bless
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robobarbie is sooo back
#freaked out upon seeing this on getty#god bless u sam hodde fr fr#jason robertson#roope hintz#dallas stars#2124
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good morning to that one GIF of patti lupone in Summer Of Sam (1999) and to that one GIF of patti lupone in Son Of Sam (1999) only
#Also hello to u bitches too#Hoes everytime doing on this blessed morning of god?#Said god being indeed#patti lupone#your basic queerie#agatha all along#summer of sam
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i'm not here to excuse homelander
i am, however, here to let him suck on my tits while i call him a good boy
#eric kripke thank u for blessing my tv once again#first sam winchester and now this evil bastard#mamas.speaking
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Also Lucifer says he ships himself with Sam saying yes. @cagedmenace
tell me who you ship my character my brother with
"yeah, no. i don't think so, pal. nice try, though. how about you go choke on a bag of dicks? for about a decade.. thanks."
// i couldn't help myself. i just couldn't.
#god damn how much i love your lucifer?? it's endless.#i'ma answer this on sam sometime too. don't u think i won't.#bless.#murderdeals
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me when the words I write sound like I wrote them:
#get that bitch OUT of HERE!!!!!!!!!! ffs#don't mind me!!! just feeling like the most repetitive pretentious dumbass atm!!!!!! it will pass. I'm sure#me with the hobby I love more than life itself that fills me w/satisfaction and glee:#sam speaks#rereading some of my shit rn like damn bitch u live like THIS#no fckn idea how u guys tolerate my ass dfshfjdshsjfdhdf this shit is RIDICULOUS LMAO đđ god bless
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comm for my homeboy toby of his runner 5 and sam from zombies run! i love gay people :)
#can love bloom even in the zombie apocalypseâŚ#thank you again for commissioning me bestie love u /p#gob bless <3#digital art#doodles#self ship community#self shipping community#self insert community#zombies run#runner 5#sam yao#peachyart#callistoâs commissions#which are not open anymore unfortunately due to the horrors </3#maybe iâll open them again at some point!
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antiope!mary and yelle!shannon send post
MMM!!
em i love this. antiope!mary, with her quiver of exploding arrows, absolutely begging shannon to have a single emotionally intelligent non-self sacrificial bone in her body. literally grabbing her by the shoulders trying to get her to have a reaction to serious things that isnât closed-off stoicism (bc shannon isnât superficially yelle, sheâs not an outwardly groovy stoner funguy, but it's a different expression of the same thing, of throwing herself so hard into a Cause, and into the protection of her friends, to the point where she has accepted she has no worth beyond it). mary!antiope pleading please care about your own life, your own life, your own lifeâthe world is better with you in it, the best thing that you can do for the world isn't die.
(please. i love you. i don't want you to fucking die.)
#hearing them all saying 'i fucking LOVE you' to each other#i think that would heal me actually#god bea having the katja scene with little bea...#bea holding her own hand as she sits alone on the train to boarding school. even if no one else was there to share this with you I was#antiope!mary to katja!bea. seeing that. knowing the weight of that. 'i love youâ bitch' and taking them with her#sidenote i think there's also elements of antiope!shannon?#at least in the way u wrote her in tmlt#the military family#the weight of leadership#(the impossible but INCREDIBLY amusing image of them all going out wasted to get shannon a âLeaderâ tramp stamp...bless)#...being tall...#and then antiope's struggle with Legacy TM is much more lilith too#(what are you gonna be lily? are you gonna follow in the footsteps of all your family before you? be a good little soldier?)#but then mary and lilith also have a kind of antiope/sam thing going on that i love#(mary to lilith. you can't DO that to other people)#also katja!bea....maybe a touch of ostentatia!ava? ostentatia!ava with the provocative phone background that katja is supposed to see?#anyway em this post unlocked 5 million the seven feelings i had FORGOTTEN about thank you ur a visionary as always#the seven#warrior nun
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scribbles pt. 2
#small break from requests :3#this blog turned a year old recently bless!! i heart u all#wtnv#welcome to night vale#sheriff sam#jackie fierro
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ALMOST FORGOT TODAYâS ONE!!! good job everyone on irish paper 2 and good job to all the biology students!!!! weâre getting there!!!!
#i do biology but im not counting it so i left like an hour and 40 minutes early lol#god bless all of u who sat there for 3 hours#sam's lc struggles#leaving cert
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Maybe Sam and Max choosing each other's outfits, please? Lovely art btw :>
i got excited and was going to do more but they wouldve been all funny text shirts
#sam and max#sam and max freelance police#đ¨#âď¸#ponderingpebbles#also ty ^_^#u can rlly tell i stuggle with sams face in this . god bless
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Thoughts on that scene in bloody mary where Sam's eyes bled?
SAM.........sam.............scene of all time truly. i love when the little wet dog boy gets beat up by supernatural entities. also it's very fun watching dean smash the mirrors
#also when he lies abt being the guys son and tries to cute his way out of it then punches the cops đđ#bless#thank u sam ily#ask#zoĂŤ.txt
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vikings win again and a convincing win like thank goodness for my mental health
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BITING YOU BITING YOU RAAAA AHSJKDHSAJKDFHS HFSDJFDGF BUTTERS IM SOBBING ;;A;; THEMMMM OH MY GOSH HECKIN BEST THING I'VE READ SHOVING THIS IN MY MOUTH AND SHAKING IT AHUSERE
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A lil' oneshot for @bloo-the-dragon of a branch of their mer AU cos we kept talking about it in Discord and then I got brainworms OwO
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When Eclipse wakes up, Ruin isn't on the bed.
That was⌠unusual, but not overly alarming. Even though Eclipse's âjust this onceâ had extended by nearly two months now, with the slender mer curling up in a nest made of stolen blankets or wriggling under the sheets almost every night, there was still the occasional exception. His current favorite jacket, claimed just before laundry day and which wouldn't be surrendered until the next laundry day, is also missing, which soothes Eclipseâs mild anxiety further. Clearly Ruin had decided to move to a different sleeping spot during the night, that was all.Â
Eclipse stretches, feeling cables pull and worn joints scrub, before he leans over to look off the other side of the bed. No sleeping fish here, just a pillow that had gotten knocked to the floor. The door to the closet is wide open, which leaves either the couch or the tub as options.
He hopes it's the couch this time. He's getting really tired of hanging soggy sheets out to dry.
âRue? You get overheated or something?â Eclipse listens, a faint frown pulling at his mouth when he doesn't hear anything. No scratch of scales against the tub, nor any sleepy chirps. Standing, he heads to the bathroom, poking his head inside.
The shower curtain is pulled back, revealing the tub to be as empty of mers as the bed. There aren't even any puddles on the floor to suggest Ruin might have been here earlier, only to move when it got closer to morning.Â
Faint unease coils in his chest, but Eclipse tamps down on it, turning towards the living room instead. Things were fine, there was no need to panic. Maybe the fish was feeling sick or something, and that was why he was hiding.
âRuin?â His boots thud against the worn hardwood floor. From this angle he can't see the couch, nor if anyone is on it. He crosses the threshold of the bedroomâ
â and stumbles as his foot comes down on a swaying deck.
Automatically his optics adjust to the change in light levels, from a darkened room to mid-morning sun, with the added bonus of glare thrown back back by cresting waves. Thereâs activity around him, men with heavy coats and heavier beards lugging coils of rope and net to the shipâs edge, checking that the hauling chains were in good order. Gulls call to one another in their shrill voices, the background soundtrack for most of his life.
He was⌠back on the ship?
Eclipseâs ventilations hitch, and he immediately turns on his heel. He shouldnât be on the ship, heâd left it (brilliant red flames leaping into a sky filled with smoke, the distant sound of sirens) but through the door is nothing but his pitiful little closet, too small to even be called a room.Â
âWell there you are!â The harsh voice pulls him out of his stupor, and he looks over to see the captain glaring at him. âCome on, Sleeping Beauty, get your tools and go check out the No. 2 winch.â
âNo, IâŚâ His head feels like itâs full of fog, smothering his thoughts under a blanket of panic, but he manages to force words through the static haze. âWasnât I guarding the mer?â
âHm?â
Eclipse shakes his head, fixing the captain with his best level look and trying to keep the distress out of his voice. âTheâ the mer that we picked up, the one that was allâ all mangled. Iâm supposed to be keeping an eye on hâ it?âÂ
And the captain tilts his head in that way, scorn and impatience under heavy brows, and it sparks a nervousness in Eclipse that he hasnât felt since he was a boot just learning what his new life would be. The device at the base of his neck weighs heavily with malicious potential.
âYou flush your memory after breakfast or something?â The captain snorts, gesturing towards the stern. âWe offloaded it this morning! Nearly wasnât worth the effort of keepinâ it fed on the way backâ I would have made twice as much if weâd just gone ahead and skinned it for a pair of boots!â
Offloaded�
Eclipse isnât listening anymore. He pushes past the human and rushes to the stern of the ship, catching himself against the railing.
Just on the horizon is a grey smudge, and something in Eclipse twists with despair when he realizes how far they are from shore. Any wild ideas about jumping ship are immediately dashed; he canât swim, and trying to grab one of the life rafts would get him shut down before he even got it inflated.
Something rises in his throat, bitterly cold and covered in sharp edges, but itâs only when the half-static sound falls from his mouth that he recognizes the feeble cheep for what it is.
A call for help, or to locate companions.
(Where are you?)
His ventilations hitch again. It feels like his chest is crumpling in, like some uncaring god has reached out and started wadding him up like aluminium foil. He can hear the men moving around the ship, low conversation and boisterous laughter and nothing connected to him. Eclipse was a toy, a machine: on the records as barely sentient, the mockery of life constructed from metal. Of no use and no importance to anyone.
Except, maybe, a mangled little mer, who had met his assigned vigil with tolerance and curiosity. Who hadnât yelled at him, hadnât dismissed him as a thing just because he was made of metal and there was a hole where his past should be.
Who had heard Eclipse, and called back.
Another cheep rises in his throat.
(Where are you?)
âHey! Shut up and get back to your station!â
The railing creaks under his grip, metal fingers leaving shallow dents in the aluminium. Conditioning has his voice faltering for a second, the habit of just enough obedience to buy him another dayâ but the despair is stronger. The longing is stronger.Â
Eclipse slams his volume to max and shrieks.Â
(Please, answer me.)
The echoes fade, shrill sound thrown back by countless cresting waves. Land was so, so far away, but surely something would make it the vast distance, and all he had to do was listen. Past the calls of gulls circling the ship, the slap of water against the hull, the complaints of the men behind him.
Listening for the faintest hint of a response. A whisper, a breath.Â
Anything to let him know heâd been heard, for once.
âI said knock that crap off!âÂ
Heavy boots against the deck, jingling buckles and the snarl of promised punishment. Eclipse turns just in time to catch the blur of metal before something impacts his face.
Everything goes dark.
â
When Eclipse wakes up, it takes his panic-addled mind several seconds to recognize his surroundings.
The soft surface under his cheek and clenched hands is a blanket, a bed, and when he sits up he can feel the gentle tug and sway of a charging cable. Shadows gradually resolve themselves into doorways and furniture, a pile of clothes on top of a shabby dresser, his boots by the door. His roaring fans are loud in the darkness of so-late-itâs-early-morning, yet he canât seem to get them to quiet.
Something gently touches his arm.
Still on edge, Eclipse canât help flinching away from the contact, head whipping around to stare down at the culprit. The mer stares back up at him with wide, mismatched eyes, looking nearly as alarmed as Eclipse himself.
âEclipseâŚ? Are you alright?âÂ
The British accent is still jarring to hear, even nowâ some hysterical part of him wants to laugh, or snap at the mer in misplaced irritation. The rest of him is struggling to form words, to figure out how to dismiss this or reassure the mer or just get him to forget about it. Everything feels brittle, like the soft blankets draped over his legs will shatter if he moves, but surely he can get himself back under control.Â
He canât do it. The words wonât come. Expression crumpling in misery, he stops trying to swallow back the lump in his throat and cheeps.
(Where are you?)Â
And Ruin blinks, ragged frills flaring out like the rays of a tattered sun, and chirps back.
(Iâm here.)
The pitch is a little flat, with a layer of complexity his own chirps lack. It still hits that hollow place inside him, covering near-constant anxiety with a soft blanket of reassurance, a cool hand on a feverish forehead. The rest of his self control breaks and Eclipse buries his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with sobs that are equal parts relief and fading fear, interspersed with pitiful cheeps.
Ruin chirps back every time. A constant stream of reassurance, an unignorable reminder that there was someone here, that they hadnât left. That he wasnât alone.Â
(Iâm here. Youâre safe. Weâre together.)
Eventually the sobbing trails off, then stops. Eclipse spares a moment to be glad that heâs not organic, otherwise his hands and face would probably be covered in tears and snot and it would just be even more embarrassing. Itâs bad enough he just broke down over a stupid nightmare, of all things. Huffing through his vents, Eclipse finally drops his hands from his face, and finds that Ruin has built a nest around him.Â
Thatâs what it looks like, anyway. The blankets have been arranged so that they more or less encircle him, with Ruinâs current favorite jacket tucked in closest to his body. The mer himself forms the outermost layer of the nest: head pillowed on his arms, body curled in such a way that his crooked tail goes all the way around behind Eclipse and comes back to nearly touch his cap thing.
âThanksâŚâ The gratitude just slips from him, rough and scraping like gravel. He doesnât even know if a âthank youâ is the appropriate response to this kind of thing.
With how Ruinâs eyes light up, the barely visible patting of his hands against the sheets, he can guess that the mer is probably fine with it. âYouâre welcome! I hopedâ are you feeling better?â
He canât help the bitter laugh, looking down at the hands that sit limply in his lap. Scratched, dented, scuffed: the marks of a life spent clawing for anything he could hold on to, and having it ripped away anyway. âYeah⌠I guess? Iâm notâ âŚyeah. Iâm fine.âÂ
Out of the corner of his eye he can just barely see how Ruinâs head tilts. His voice is soft, hesitant. âDid you have a bad dream?â
Well, there was no sense in hiding it, was there? Ruin could sometimes lack what Eclipse considered common sense, or made some bizarre leaps of logicâ but it didnât take a genius to figure out why Eclipse might have gone from peaceful slumber to outright sobbing.
âJust⌠stupid stuff. Like being back on the boat, working for that asshole again. We were already pretty far out at seaâ and itâs dumb, right? That hasnât been my life for months now, and I made sure that it wouldnât be ever again.â
Soft tugs on the blanket, a pair of webbed hands slowly inching their way across his legs. Itâs easier to watch their progress towards his own hands than it is to look Ruin in the face and see those big, gentle eyes. Eclipse takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice flippant and steady.
âWe were out at sea, andâ and I guess I chickened out or something because you werenât⌠there. Iâd left you in that cage on shore.â The lump is back in his throat, scraping the edges off of his words so that they emerge laced in static, barely more than a whisper. âI tried to call out, but we were too far away, I think. You didnât answer.â
âOh. I see.â Soft, organic fingers close over his own, covering the scratched metal with cerulean blue and buttery gold. It always took him by surprise that Ruinâs hands were so warm; all of an animatronicâs warmth was centered in their chest, with the extremities left to range from âroom temperatureâ to âchrist thatâs cold!â. The tail behind him shifts as the coil of Ruinâs body gets a little smaller, the mer doing his best to scootch closer while refusing to let go of Eclipseâs hands.
âI understand. Believe me, I do understand,â he says quietly. There is a deep sorrow behind the words, scars matching the ones that cover Ruinâs body from top to tailtip. The marks of a life spent clawing for anything to hold on to. âHoweverâŚâ
Organic fingers tighten their grip, a reassuringly solid presence. The mer flattens himself against the bed, trying to catch Eclipseâs downcast eyes, and he offers a small smile when the animatronic finally relents.Â
âHowever, I am here. You are here.â His smile widens, showing razor sharp teeth, and he makes a musical, trilling sound that Eclipse has no hope of reproducing. Itâs soothing, a sound that doesnât pull at his programming like the chirps do, but it makes him feel better in a way that he canât quite nail down. Heâs hearing it because Ruin is here, because theyâre both here.
âYeah. Yeah, youâre right, bud.â Eclipse tries a small smile himself, though he knows it's still pretty wobbly on the edges. The tattered remains of the nightmare cling to him like cobwebs, but Ruin is still holding his hands, and itâs surprisingly easy to focus on that warmth instead.Â
This hasnât been taken away from him. Ruin wonât suddenly disappear into the morning mist. Eclipse has his own home and a companion that wants to be here, and stupid nightmares canât change that.Â
âCome on, we might as well get up now and start the day early.â The small grin gets wider when Ruin whines dramatically, flopping over onto his side and covering his face with his tail in protest. He knows that itâs all for show, and he reaches over to pat what he can see of Ruinâs head, his other hand unplugging the charger. âIâll make you some waffles, howâs that?âÂ
â...fish waffles?â
âYeah, Iâll cut âem into fish shapes, too.â
#Reblog#fnaf#fnaf security breach#sun and moon show#art for me <3#sams mer au#BUTTERS OUT HERE HECKING-#ONE SHOTTING ME#WITH ONE SHOTS#OF MY BOYS#JUST#RAA#RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#so yeah! i've been rambling about an au with eclipse 3.0 and ruin as a mer#AND BUTTERS YOU#Y O U#IM CRYING#RUIN HELPING#HE HELP#GET HELD ECLIPSE U IDIOT#LOVE THEM#i am saving this immedietely and injecting it into my heckin soul#i've been blessed this fine day#AND I WILL GIVE MORE CONTEXT FOR THIS AU SOON I PROMMIE#it has me in a chokehold#NYEHHHH
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