#but bc it's so snarky

[luv-again]

lmao who WAS I when writing this ac mirage fic

[laurellala-comics]

A Shakespearean comedy of errors

bonus:

[doctorwhommm]

I hsve an idea. Could u draw rose and ianto as besties

absOLUTELY I CAN

they’re chatting shit (lovingly) about their tall, long-coat-wearing, time-travelling, death-cheating, alien boyfriends who have spikey hair

[fumifooms]

Chilchuck analysis speedrun: As a hardworking half-foot who grew up poor and discriminated against and had his gullibility taken advantage of multiple times in his early adventuring days, Chilchuck thinks optimism is a dangerous flaw. He’s stressed and strict all the time because his job is noticing details like traps that could get everyone killed before anyone knows it, he takes the lives of everyone to be on his shoulders, and with the way he speaks about it that probably partly reflects how he felt about taking it upon himself to provide for his family too. His life’s always been pretty centered around work and has become even moreso now that his wife left and everyone is independent, and due to past events he’s very iffy with bonding with coworkers. He thinks feelings and job are a disaster mix. Like with his wife or with parties hiring him as sacrifice, being open or having good faith is vulnerability which can get you hurt, so he processes and shows all his stress as anger instead of worry. Doing strict dieting probably isn’t helping the irritability what with hunger, and on top of being a hunger suppressant alcohol might be the main stress reliever he has.

His grey hairs are so earned

[bonebrokebuddy]

It’s time for a, “things I sent to my twin’s inbox but she said I should post myself because I never post my own work and she’d like if I stopped spamming her inbox with ideas but I forgot about it and just kept it in my drafts notes for months and now finally I’m posting the fucking things.”

Or for short:

DP X DC PROMPT #7:

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Danny visits metropolis and people are deadset on believing that Danny is either Clark’s little brother or his nephew from Illinois… despite that Clark can literally not be related to him. Not that the people at the Daily Planet know that, but even the ones who do know are giving him a hard time.

“I’m adopted Jimmy!” Clark threw his hands in the air in frustration. “You are very aware of that.”

“But he looks just like you Clark, you even talk the same!” Jimmy peaked around the corner, catching a glimpse of Danny talking to Lois in the employees lounge.

“He has a upper midwestern accent. I’m from Kansas, Jim. Not all midwesterners know each other!”

“So?”

“Jimmy. You know damn well why we can not be related.” Clark subtly gestured to his cheap “I believe in aliens” mug. Jimmy was Clark’s best friend and most of the time he really appreciated the kid’s keen eye but Jimmy also seemed to be constantly dead-set on figuring how to give Clark a headache.

“But he looks like a mini you! Have you asked him if he has a spare spaceship lying around anywhere?” Jimmy snarked as he glanced over to Danny and Louis who were finally heading back from their break.

“Jimmy, I will put you on the moon and leave you there.”

“Alright sheesh. I get it, I’ll drop it.”

[niymue]

i tried so hard to fight it but im just actually so disappointed with veilguard.

as a video game, its fine! the gameplay is fun and it’s visually stunning. but as a dragon age game it’s… not good. even if we somehow ignore all the massive world breaking lore inconsistencies, it’s supposed to be a story heavy RPG. but it’s so shallow, so surface level. there are so many issues with so many of the decisions the devs or ea or whoever made leading to the final state of this game and it’s actually so sad.

I feel like im grieving what could’ve been, making new saves in hopes it’ll somehow be better this time around, and it just isn’t.

[apollo-just-ice]

Textpost time yay! :-)

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[uukipi]

no new art just posting my propaganda of the week

i think everyone in the acotar series should fight over lucien bc hes so cool hot sexy cute and deserves all the love in the world and ik everone wants him!!!!!! *mwuah* <- das him getting a big fat wet kiss!!!!!!!!

[stardustdiiving]

Sometimes I think about we got the very first rumors that playable Scaramouche would be Anemo + get a design change around July 2022 (it was a month or two out from 3.0 release) and a sizable portion of people were melting down on my Twitter recommended over it bc they were absolutely certain this qualified as genshin “ruining his character”. Like they had a hashtag over it and everything it was so funny

[druidgroves]

found out a few days ago my nana ended up in the hospital with something that was making her very dehydrated & messing with her diabetes but she may get to go home tomorrow 🩷

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

BIG GULP …… sorry guys i fear another cult leader geto drabble is abt to be thrown into my drafts 💔💔💔💔💔💔

[mogwaei]

Giving tumblr a big side eye and edging toward the door. Every time i open this damn app I see several posts about people gatekeeping Astarion and Karlach romances. I'm not fucking digging it lads. I think I'll refrain from posting my romance art here because people can't behave themselves.

[echo-goes-mmm]

Old Friends Finale

Masterpost

Previous

Note: Charlie, the doctor, uses they/them pronouns.

Warnings: death

They tumbled into the Dark, wrestling with each other in the black.

Laith could see Nightclaw, grayscale against the infinite expanse of pure void, but it was clear after a moment that Master was completely blind.

“You stupid bitch,” he snarled. Laith dodged a wild swing of his blade; it came down a scant inch from where his head was a mere second before.

He struggled against Master’s weight pinning him down. With Nightclaw unable to see, he finally had an advantage.

Laith wiggled out of Nightclaw’s grip, his pure rage and frustration making him sloppy.

He scrambled out of reach, and Nightclaw stumbled to his feet.

“Where are you?!” Master shrieked, swinging his blade into the empty.

Nightclaw suddenly stood up straight, eyes still searching uselessly into the black. He dropped his blade arm to rest at his side.

“Darling…” he cooed, voice soft and sing-song, “I know you’re still there.”

Laith didn’t dare draw a breath as Nightclaw’s eyes passed over him.

“I’m not mad,” lied Master. “Take us back, sweetheart. I promise I won’t punish you.”

Laith said nothing.

Nightclaw suddenly cried out, not in anger, but in pain. He dropped the dagger entirely, and fell to his knees.

Laith didn’t know what happened to people when they were left in the Dark. Some sick part of him wanted to find out.

Nightclaw’s hands pressed against his head, as if some great migraine was pulsing in his brain. He gasped, eyes wide open, and against the grayscale, Laith saw black void stream from his eyes.

It flowed off his jaw and into the Dark.

Master kept screaming, even as his eyes completely turned to pitch and his mouth began to drip.

“Laith! Help me!” he called out, desperate. “Please!”

He still said nothing, frozen in horror. Dark spilled over Master's lips.

“LAITH!” 

___________________

“LAITH!” Theo screamed, but he was too late. Laith and Nightclaw were gone.

He frantically turned in circles, searching for any sign of them. They couldn’t have gone far, not with Laith’s condition.

“LAITH!”

Mateo and Beatrice finally caught up with him.

“What happened?” Mateo demanded.

“Look for them,” he ordered, “hurry!”

They flew up into the sky, scanning the city.

“There!” Beatrice called, pointing in the distance. She dived down, scooped Theo up under the arms, and they moved in a blur.

Laith sat on the concrete, hands over his mouth. He was rocking back and forth, eyes wild. There was blood spatter on his clothes, too much to only be his.

Beatrice put him on the ground and Theo raced towards Laith. She hung back, and Mateo hovered above her.

Theo put his hands on Laith’s shoulders.

“Laith, where’s Nightclaw?”

Laith didn’t seem to hear him. Tears streamed down his cheeks. His pupils swallowed up most of the vibrant purple of his eyes, pure horror and panic in his face.

“Laith!” Theo shook him by the shoulders. Laith’s eyes snapped to Theo, as if just now realizing he was there.

“Where’s Nightclaw, Laith?”

“He’s- he’s gone,” whispered Laith, trembling. “I killed him.”

Theo inhaled sharply.

“Oh god,” moaned Laith, “I killed him!”

Laith turned away, vomiting onto the street. Theo rubbed his back as he retched.

Beatrice approached, and Theo shot her a pleading look. She held up her hands, and Theo knew she understood.

“Where’s the body?” she asked, quiet.

Laith shuddered. “I left him behind. In the Dark.”

“The Dark?” she gently prodded.

“It’s… it’s where I go. When I use my powers.”

Theo remembered the dark cold Laith brought them through when they escaped Nightclaw. He wasn’t aware it was a place, but then again, he never thought about it. 

He filed away a note to ask Laith exactly how his powers worked.

“You killed Nightclaw and left him in the Dark?”

“N-no, I-” Laith scrubbed a hand over his face. “I- I took him there- and- and I got him off of me and… the Dark did the rest.”

“Go on,” Theo encouraged.

Laith shook his head and wrapped his arms around himself, clearly unwilling to say more.

Theo was suddenly very grateful that Laith was the type to value human life. He’d make the perfect assassin if he wanted to.

Theo, Beatrice, and Mateo exchanged looks. “Am I under arrest?” Laith asked wearily.

“No,” said Mateo, his voice firm. 

“It was self defense,” agreed Beatrice. “And I don't think any jury would convict you anyway.”

“Okay.”

Laith sounded so tired, and his frame was so small. Theo put a gentle hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort.

“What do you want to do?” he asked, quiet.

Laith leaned into his leg, something Theo was sure he’d never do a mere few hours ago.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “He’s really just… gone.”

Theo empathized. Laith hadn’t said how long he was under Nightclaw’s boot, but it was long enough that he must feel directionless without him.

“You could come back with us,” suggested Mateo. “We have room.”

Laith turned to look at him, blinking slowly. “I’m not a hero,” he said slowly, as if he thought Mateo was an idiot. “ And I’m not exactly useful.”

“You don’t have to be,” assured Theo.

Laith stood up, legs shaky. “That’s not how the world works,” he protested weakly.

Beatrice and Mateo gave each other a look.

“Who cares?” she shrugged.

“I care!” Laith’s leg went out from under him, and Theo caught him under the arms.

“Do you think I can just-” he waved a hand around, wincing, “-stick around and, what, hope you don’t do something to me? That’s not how any of this works! Not out there, not in prison, not anywhere!”

Theo slung Laith’s arm around his shoulders, and he didn’t struggle despite his outburst.

Laith panted, tears dripping off his bruised jaw.

“Fine then. I guess you’ll just be our prisoner,” said Mateo, strangely nonchalant. Beatrice stepped away from him, shock on her face. Theo gaped at him, and Laith nodded as if his point was proven.

“You’ll have to get used to regular meals and healthcare, though. It’s policy for such horrible criminals like you,” continued Mateo, and Theo caught on. 

Beatrice smacked Mateo on the shoulder. Mateo winced. “Ow!” He rubbed at the spot. 

Laith tilted his head back to look at the sky. “Fuck you guys,” he said, without any bite.

Theo took that as a yes.

___________________

Charlie was thrilled to finally have a permanent roommate in the complex, but it was months before Laith fully ventured out of his corner of the base for more than a quick shower.

Theo wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, resentment, or both.

But now, he often tinkered in Theo’s shop. Sometimes he even offered to assist if he was in a good mood.

Theo occasionally caught him reading in a corner, or cooking in the kitchen. Laith made a mean lasagna and worked wonders with just beans and rice. Things that Theo wouldn’t have guessed he cared to do.

On the other hand, he still flinched at most touches and unexpected company, and small static shocks could send him spiraling into panic.

Theo installed a humidifier and removed the carpets to minimize the zaps, and everyone made sure not to accidentally sneak up on each other. Honestly, they should have taken care of that earlier anyway.

Laith also hated surprises, preferred quiet, and was always there to help Charlie patch the team up.

It worked for them. Laith wasn’t in the field, but no one would argue he wasn’t part of the team.

___________________

“Hey,” greeted Theo, grabbing a mug from the cabinets. Laith was making some pasta. Pesto, from the looks of the sauce gently bubbling on the stove.

“Nope,” Laith shook his head, “not sharing.”

“Do I look like Charlie?”

Laith snorted.

Theo filled the mug with water and put it in the microwave. Mateo got onto him about making tea in the microwave, but honestly Theo couldn’t taste the difference that he insisted was there.

The microwave dinged, and Theo plopped in the teabag.

“I’m setting a timer for three minutes,” he warned Laith.

“Thanks.”

Laith drained the pasta, and poured the noodles into the pan of sauce. He folded the pasta into the sauce, sprinkling it with the good parm.

The timer went off.

Theo took out the teabag and dumped in two heaping teaspoons of sugar. He stirred it and took a sip. Laith grabbed a fork and started eating right out of the pan. A habit of his; to avoid cleaning more dishes. Something about wasting water, even though Theo had made a very efficient dishwasher for the kitchen.

“Hey,” said Theo, putting his mug down on the counter. “Are we friends?”

Laith stabbed some more pasta with his fork.

“What are you talking about?”

Theo shrugged. “I was just wondering.” He picked up his tea again. He tried not to be disappointed as he sipped at it.

Laith rolled his eyes. “Yeah we’re friends. You think I just stick around for the free room and board?”

Theo smiled at him. 

“Sap,” scoffed Laith.

Theo took another sip of his sugary tea, as Laith shoveled more pasta into his mouth like a starving man.

Laith had called him sentimental, naive, soft-hearted, and a sap, more times than he could count.

It was Laith-speak for love, a substitute for the ‘I-care-about-yous’. Just like how ‘don’t die’ really meant ‘please be careful’.

Laith rinsed out the pan before putting it in the dishwasher and leaving.

Theo watched him go. He finished his tea, closing his eyes.

He replayed it in his mind. “Yeah, we’re friends.”

Theo smiled to himself.

He’d always been a sucker for happy endings.

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[shadowedvales]

hot take, but the "i dump your ass" line wasn't even funny and was just super ooc…….

[doeyedangel]

If you're mean to people for no reason bc you think it's funny i hate you