#c: eyes open

[vaguely-concerned]

just had the thought 'in the end the most important thing varric taught rook was how to make a home for, with, and in other people' and then I had to go lie down on the floor and clutch at my head in unceasing agony for a few hours, as you may well imagine. hawke and the kirkwall crew........ in the end you kind of saved the world a bit in the most characteristically indirect and chaotic of ways. not by anything in particular that you did or achieved or accomplished (lmao imagine!), but just by -- having existed, and by the love that was always there, despite it all, in all its imperfections, even when no one was saved by it in the end. you're not here right now and you're not quite haunting the narrative but I hear your voices bickering and arguing and laughing from the other room. (and so, I think, does varric. all the time.)

'did you think you mattered, hawke? did you think anything you ever did mattered?' yeah actually, varric says with da2 and keeps saying through the series. you were here. and I loved you. and as it turns out that mattered more than almost anything in the world, no matter how long it lasted or how fucked up it was at the time or what else happens, because varric manages to pass that feeling, that intangible... home, that echo of you all as you were together, that love, hopefully the best parts of it, on to someone else for them to bring with them on their journey, with their family. and maybe the world will be kinder this time. you never know. merrill's line of 'Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.' varric's greatest fear of becoming his parents. even through the wreck and the ruin of the world, ghosts upon ghosts upon ghosts of love -- malcolm hawke, who we never even see, but his life touched hawke's and hawke's touched varric's and varric's touched rook's and rook is passing it on to the family they're creating. the unbroken legacy of love shines through in ways that are stronger and stranger than any magic. help

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[lucaanis]

sorry for being in love w them btw. as if it's my fault

[off-the-rails-raccoon]

ctubbos vocal stim is buzzing like a bee

TRUE WORDS SPOKEN!!!!!! It doesn't matter WHAT hybrid he is, this will always hold true!!

Eventually, Michael will start doing it too and its comedic to imagine the scenario in which cRanboo will realize he know has to deal with the buzzing 2x

[mailb0xbunii]

MY MCRP GUY !!!!!! for Project Draconis !!!! i shake him around :3

[mousemannation]

two consecutive straight set matches for daniil that cocaine in his blood working wonders

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

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[jitters-art]

he took all of his looks from kushina btw……. a carbon copy……… 😭😭😭😭

[ ID: two images. one is a drawing of kushina and the other is a drawing of naruto. END ID. ]

[biologyologyy]

Ttruinf so harf not to fall asletp

[tntduopolls]

I saw someone else do this, so I decided to put my own nerd ass spin on it

Which of the musical theatre songs on my c!TNT duo playlist is your favorite?

Lucy Meets Jekyll from Jekyll & Hyde the musical

What Is This Feeling from Wicked

The Thrill of First Love from Falsettos 2016

The Chess Game from Falsettos 2016

Marian The Librarian from The Music Man

For the Record from 36 Questions

More Is Better from Mean Girls the musical

hi! fellow nerd here, how fucking dare you not include dead girl walking

previews of all songs below the cut!

all of these are them, by the way. bangers. yk what else is a banger though? DEAD GIRL WALKING WHICH IS SUUUCH A TNTDUO ANTEHM!

[horsegirlcahir]

ᴛʜᴇ ɪʀᴏɴ ᴡᴏʟғ — of his elven beauty, nothing was left.

[vaguely-concerned]

first of all rye 'hello fellow kids' ingellvar there is nothing in this world or any other I wouldn't do for you. second of all, considering where this story ends... I'm going to die. this conversation -- and how much he genuinely believes what he's saying at this point -- held up against the fact that in a couple of months max he's going to get her killed (well. that's how he feels anyway) and then go against everything she believed in and stood for as a person in the end and have to live forever with knowing that's how he honoured her sacrifice. (and live with how easy it is to live with, the way he doesn't regret what he did at all. she'll haunt him from time to time, that's fine, he's a watcher he's loved many a ghost before and will again. but that won't.) 'no one is beyond help? oh lace I'm so so sorry, wherever you are now please forgive me for who I am, but after what he pulled and by the time I'm done with him on my watcher's oath he will be beyond help. I'll hold every hand in this world that reaches back but his'. and she'll still be gone.

'or none of this matters'. im so fucking sad I feel sick *through tears* this is great I love fiction I love this game (embarrassingly genuine as is my wont)

[blackjackkent]

Open Your Eyes and It Will Blind You - Chapter 4

Pairing: Jaheira/Rasaad Characters: Jaheira, Rasaad, OC Bhaalspawn, Aerie, Imoen, Minsc Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Angst, Avoidance, Almost Kiss, Moving On, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Romantic Tension, Canon-Typical Violence, Cliffhanger, Fake Character Death Fic Word Count (Thus Far): 21.5k Chapter Word Count: 7.9k Setting: Several years after BG2 TOB Summary: Years after the defeat of Irenicus and Melissan, Jaheira and Rasaad are both still haunted by the things they have lost. Neither of them is much good at opening up, despite the burgeoning feelings between them. When Rasaad decides he must travel to Calimshan to face up to his brothers in Sun Soul, and she and their friends insist on accompanying them, the pair is forced to start to come to terms with their emotions, and what they want from the future, while uncovering a deep darkness that has infected the place Rasaad once called home. (Chap 4/?) Chapter Summary: After escaping the guards at the city wall, Jaheira and the others bring Rasaad safely to the Monastery of the Moon to plead his case - and then things go terribly wrong. read on ao3 | send me fic requests!

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The crowd of the market district envelops them as they flee the amlakkar checkpoint and disappear into the city.

Rasaad takes the lead, sure-footed on the roughened sandstone street. In the distance, they can hear shouts as the amlakkar begin to call out, alerting each other to the fugitive menace loosed into Calimport. They are quick, the lawkeepers of this city - quick and cold, more so than Jaheira remembers. Luckily, though, they have entered the city at one of its most populous, chaotic areas.

She has been here before. "The Khanduq Ward," Khalid explained on their last visit, his light, clipped tone barely audible under the chaos around them. Here on his home ground, his voice held only the slightest hint of his usual stammer. "Khanduq is m-m-'market', in Alzhedo. The city's b-beating heart."

Leading them away from the gate, Rasaad plunges without hesitation into the tremendous, swirling crowd. The khanduq is no grid of ordered city streets but instead an enormous open bazaar, lined in all directions with shops and stalls draped in colorful cloth. Cheerful shouting voices split the air, calling greetings, sales pitches, offers and demands of coin. A few figures on horseback or camelback, loaded down with goods in sacks and saddlebags, pick their way carefully among the hundreds of pedestrians, freely mixing Alzhedo profanity in with the general tumult. The smell is an indescribable combination of spices, cooking meat, and sweat, which might be more appealing were it not punctuated with a liberal note of animal dung.

It’s enough to make Jaheira's head spin. At the best of times, she is most comfortable in the wilderness, and has only with difficulty tolerated the crowded streets of Amn and Baldur's Gate. This wall of noise and color is overwhelming beyond anything she has seen in either city; it is pandemonium. She feels constantly on the edge of slamming into someone or clipping the edge of a stall, toppling it over and sending the whole house of cards crashing to pieces.

Rasaad, though, moves like lightning. She has never seen him like this before, dodging through the crowd with practiced, agile steps. His boots scuff adroitly into the dusty streets, pivoting him in rapid turns, finding and opening barely-visible pathways through the ever-shifting mass of people. It is all she can do to keep pace with him, and she finds herself fascinated, watching the ripple of quick-moving muscle under his tunic as he darts side to side. 

For a moment she can see a hint of the boy she has never met, the boy he once was. This is Rasaad as he was before the Sun Soul - the street rat in the Calishite shadows, native to the desert heat. He still carries a lurking piece of that boy inside him, and that boy remembers these crowded streets and noisy stalls, slipping naturally back into the maelstrom.

Would I walk so easily in Tethyr? she wonders.

"This way!" Rasaad hisses sharply, wresting her from her thoughts. Grabbing her sleeve, he tugs her down a side alley and glances behind them to see that the others are following. "Take care where you step."

read more on ao3 

[sexierthanaman]

@headofrdi continued from x.

Raven had seen how Kori had changed since she began fucking Rick and she was curious. It wasn't normal for her to give up control like this, but she had a feeling that if he could please Kori, he'd be able to help her with her own lust and keeping it under control.

Feeling him fucking her hard from behind, she dug her fingers into the wall, using her powers to put her fingers through the drywall a bit. "Fuck Rick, I want more. Please."

[snowmelonn]

splatband rendering practice

[einsatzzz]

realized a LOT of my wips rn are big ones so i'll prob just be posting mostly sketches the following few weeks