#but it's in the past babyyyy

[what-have-i-unleashed]

i just need a little loving

we interrupt this very fluffy wedding series of fics to bring some angst in this household 🙂🙂🙂 if i have to dream about breaking up with my muse then everyone in this has to suffer

the room is messy, with scraps of fabric scattered across the floor and half-finished patterns strewn around. murder stands in the center of the room, the suit draped on his body unfamiliar but not entirely uncomfortable. horror is crouching in front of him, pins held between his fingers as his hands deftly smooth out the fabric and adjust the pattern. each touch is deliberate and precise, and way too tender for what it should be.

“stay still,” horror mutters, as if murder is moving at all, rooted to his spot as he stares down at horror, something dangerously familiar bubbling in his ribcage.

“i am,” murder whispers, his hands fidgeting at his sides. horror glances up at him, and murder quickly looks away, his soul hammering in his chest.

“… i’m going to check the shoulders,” horror says, standing up. murder can’t trust himself not to flush as the other skeleton moves to stand at his back.

“okay,” he replies, his voice uncharacteristically small.  he feels horror’s presence behind him, solid and unyielding.

horror moves closer. the faint scrape of his fingers on the back of murder’s neck sends shivers up his spines. murder swallows, his gaze fixed resolutely on the mirror in front of him. horror looks calm and focused, but his movements are careful, something murder can’t ignore.

“is it comfortable?” horror asks, tugging at the edge of vest, his knuckles brushing lightly against murder’s.

“it is,” murder’s voice is tight when he answers. “all thanks to you.”

their eyes meet briefly in the mirror. once again, murder’s soul leaps and beats audibly in his chest. and he can see it, if only for a second, in the soft smile on horror’s face – something he doesn’t dare name – and he quickly glances away.

“you’re done,” horror says abruptly, moving away, his movements just a little bit too quick. murder nods, letting out a bated breath as the distance between them returns.

killer’s voice breaks the tension, loud and deliberately cheerful. “alright, my turn!” he drags with him a huge makeup bag. “sit down, pretty boy. let’s see if i can make you even more insufferably stunning.”

murder raises an eye ridge but complies, sitting on a chair killer brings out for him. “alright, be my guest.” he chuckles, but it sounds hollow. he’s hyper-aware of horror’s presence just at the edge of his vision, watching both of them.

killer leans in, one hand on murder’s chin, tilting his head a little backwards. his eyelights, still faint, regard murder with something fond, almost reverent.

“you have a nice face,” killer says, his voice quieter. “makes this easy.”

“we have the same face, dumbass,” murder quips back, but it lacks fire. killer chuckles nevertheless, his thumb absentmindedly moving circles on murder’s face. a habit, murder assumes, though his breath hitches at the gesture.

“close your eyes,” killer murmurs, and murder obliges. he can smell the faint scent of roses on killer, so close and yet so far away. killer works fast, and each stroke of brush on murder’s face feels intimate. the air between them is heavy, charged with something they don’t want to say.

when killer steps back and murder opens his eyes, killer’s usual smirk returns, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “there we go. perfect, as always.”

murder looks in the mirror, his reflection startling him for a moment. the suit, the makeup, the care and effort behind it all – it is overwhelming in a way he can’t comprehend. he looks at killer and horror, his chest tightening. “i look ridiculous.”

killer grins. “ridiculously good.”

horror chuckles, chiming in. “he’s right, you know? you look amazing.”

“i-” murder starts, but then stops. he doesn’t know what to say. what should he even say? that he’s suddenly, inexplicably frightened by this, by what’s supposed to be a happy occasion for all of them? he stares at both of them – killer and horror. what are they to him now? his friends? his ex-partners? his… something else? the room feels too small, too packed with ghosts of memories and feelings he doesn’t want to speak about. his throat clogs up, and he forces down his spiraling thought. in the end, he only says. “thank you. for this.”

“no problem,” killer smiles, clapping his hands together. “alright! it should be my turn next now. i will outshine both of you, for sure.”

“outshine, huh?” horror crosses his arms. “we’ll see about that…”

murder laughs, the sound lighter than he actually feels. the three of them move into a long-familiar pattern, their banter filling the room with a semblance of ease, the same routine that they always had – it is hard to beat old habits after all, and there’s just something so comfortable about it. something they don’t want to break after all. something unspoken. something they can’t escape or let go.

maybe never.

[lionbearfox]

irminsul incarnate

[lumiilys]

Great suggestions come up when I’m trying to tag Ed in a post

[rayjayoo]

[ trips and falls down the stairs ]

hello i come bearing phos doodles o(-(

[quirinah]

to the ones that encouraged me

[trashwithvariety]

exerpt from nosce te ipsum

“Stop it,” she heard both Dorian and Dione say from either side of her. She blinked and looked between both of them, then huffed and straightened her dress. 

“My goodness. I haven’t done anything,” she replied to them with an indignant eyebrow. 

Dorian’s face lifted in amusement as he seemed to watch her. “We’ll turn you into a high society lady yet, what with all that glaring.”

Francesca folded her hands neatly in front of her, turning to her daughter with an air of calm curiosity, effectively dismissing Dorian’s comment. “What were you two discussing?” 

Dione met her mother’s gaze, her expression sharp and faintly defensive, a familiar glimmer of defiance flickering in her eyes. “My dissertation, mother. She found the topic intriguing because it’s… not exactly standard.” 

Francesca arched an eyebrow, her curiosity sharpening. “Not exactly standard?” 

For a moment, Dione hesitated, the faintest crack in her composure. “Unorthodox,” she admitted, her tone firmer now, as though willing the word to deflect further inquiry. 

But Francesca had spent a lifetime reading people, especially her daughter. She saw the flicker of something hidden in Dione’s eyes—a secret being carefully guarded, and specifically from her. Her heart tightened as realization began to creep in. Her eyes widened, the calm she had projected breaking into bewilderment. “Dione,” she hissed, the word edged with both worry and frustration. Dione shook her head and turned away. 

“I’m not starting this conversation,” she stated, taking a champagne flute off a passing tray and removing herself from her mother’s vicinity.

Francesca sighed, though she could feel an uncomfortable tightening in her chest, and throbbing at her temples as blood rushed to her head. She swallowed thickly as her thoughts raced to all sorts of unsavory subjects her daughter might’ve found. Ancient Tevinter texts had all sorts of terrible magic that had either been banned or outlawed over the years. She knew she was spinning herself up, but she couldn’t help but worry if the attraction to dark magic ran in Dione’s veins. She felt Dorian’s hand at her back as she tried to shake off her fear.

“She’s not like him,” Dorian said to her, and she felt a flood of everything she’d been trying to hold back crash through her. All of her fear of Dione turning out to be drawn to the type of magic her father was drawn to, what turned him against them, what he’d try to do to them. Dione was too young to remember, but every moment of their time with him was so clear before her. It settled behind her eyelids at night, and threatened to force its way from her chest in her waking hours. Being in Tevinter had only compounded her anxieties, and now she felt like she was watching her daughter waltz down the same path.

Francesca blinked away her tears. “Just tell me it doesn’t run in her blood, Dorian,” she muttered back, looking up to her friend pathetically. His expression was stoic, but she knew him well enough to see right through it. Magisters and their damned bloodlines, she thought angrily. 

“We’ll make sure she won’t be led astray,” he assured her, then reached for two champagne flutes. “Besides, you may not know Sotera, but I do,” he said as she took the flute from his hand. “She’s knowledgeable on old practices enough to know where to stop Dione, and we will also be there to prevent her from getting too close.”

She took a deep breath and toasted Dorian before downing the glass of champagne. He shook his head at her. “Your etiquette just goes out the window when you’re stressed, doesn’t it,” he muttered, receiving a pointed glare in return. “Oh, my apologies, my lady.” 

She grinned at that, remembering his earlier comment. “You can take the lady out of Nevarra...”

“Yes, but I thought Nevarra had etiquettes, no?” he retorted smugly.

She sighed. “I need to find Dione and apologize. It’s her birthday, Dorian. I’m horrible,” she grumbled as she craned her neck to look in the direction her daughter walked in.

“Don’t fret. Just give her time. She’ll come back around,” Dorian told her, then took a sip of his glass. As Francesca continued to search the party for her daughter, an attendant approached Dorian to whisper something in his ear. His eyes widened and Francesca vaguely heard him swear in tevene before he turned to give his flute to the man and take her by the shoulder. “Neve called,” he told her, and she immediately halted her search to widen her eyes at him.

“There’s another one.”

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[sumbacky]

life has been a lot so much lately so i drew Them to cheer myself up :^)

[aperfecta-rt]

have a bunch of really old AU Undertale skeletons i'm doubtful i posted here before but are sitting in my silly computer taking up my gigglebites :]

[sotephie]

MY MAN IS BACK Y'ALL

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Don't get me wrong, I love me some "plain text" gay content as much as the next guy, but there's nothing like that deep, deep subtext pining that allows you to explore the 'what ifs' on your own.

Of course Destiel immediately comes to mind because the fucking longing was RIGHT there

But also Hannibal, gay as shit. Longing so deep that it felt palpable. House. Wilson and Dr. House were just insanely, toxically attached at the hip and just w a n t e d. Psych. Gay gay gay.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

one of my favorite things about him in y4 is the constant joking about his divorce

[ivycrownedpanther]

You ever say to urself that ur gonna do a quick 5 minute prayer, and then u look at the time and boom it’s been over 2 hours?? Cuz that happens to me way too many times

[jefferkyleson]

Yo, I'm sad that splatoon 3 is ending (I'm pretty sure it is) but this grand fest almost makes it worth it. I think having such a cool and definite finale is really awesome. I can safely say splatoon 3 is one of my favorite games ever. So glad I kept trying the franchise even when 1 and 2 didn't happen to stick.

[anonymolly]

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[cozza-frenzy]

Memo to self. Having a migraine that follows you into your own damn brain-created headspace - you know, the space your brain created in order for your system shit to make some kind of sense to you - is probably a sign that some bad shit is going down.

Anyway please welcome Ari Webb and Vivien DeMontes to the system.

[that-turk-laney]

I'M BACK!!

Hey everyone!

If any of you follow my other RP blog or my main blog, you'll know that my account got terminated at the start of this year just as I was trying to make a comeback.

Basically, I went to post a New Year's themed starter and was booted from my account. When I went to log back on, I was notified the account was terminated. Luckily, it was a temporary ban and a glitch in the system. I did not violate any community guideline or terms of service, but I did have to wait about 2 and a half weeks to even receive a response from support.

I'm back now, which is a HUGE relief. I'll be reblogging my New Year's starter for anyone who may be interested in it still (though I'm a little sad I couldn't get traction on it around New Year's Day. Oh well...)