#god tier writing

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by Time Signature by @letteredlettered

[jackethotlinemiami1980s]

"There's no such thing as the top, when you reach the peak of a mountain it only gives you a better view of the taller ones waiting to be climbed" Is a line that goes so unbelievably hard and it is more proof that Brandon Rogers deserves infinitely more praise and recognition than he gets

[messrmoonyy]

Back again to read now that it’s not 6am and I’m not half asleep.

This is all I will be thinking about for the rest of the day thank you. Dark!Tess makes my brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrr. Head empty no thoughts.

summary: joel & tess find you beaten and bloody on the streets in the q zone. they bring you to their place to nurse you back to health but when you try to leave they aren’t so quick to let you go.

warnings: soft!dark joel x afab!reader x softdark!tess. dubcon → noncon. mention of blood/injuries. drug use. threesome. stockholm syndrome. forced drugging. no beta.

word count: 5.0k

author’s note: barely read this over, sorry, i just wanted to get it posted. first time writing for joel & tess. hope people enjoy it! title & lyrics by Depeche Mode.

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

There’ll be times, when my crimes Will seem almost unforgivable I give in to sin Because you have to make this life livable - Strangelove

A puddle drenches your shoe as you absentmindedly step into it splashing water up the back of your leg. If FEDRA hadn’t kept you working overtime you’d already be in the safety of your little studio apartment.

Damn FEDRA and their crappy ass street lights. Barely half of them were lit leaving the damp roads dark and gloomy and perfect for thieving or worse.

You’d made a life for yourself during the outbreak, kept mostly to yourself besides working and going on illegal runs from time to time. The few runs you did were with Joel and Tess, the couple all of QZ was afraid of and knew to keep on their good side. They looked out for you whenever you ran with them and slipped you ration cards or found supplies as payment. 

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[mendellyill]

Just saw a post about zevrans torturers in the fade being dalish elves that made me think about this.

I was listening to zevrans dialogue with the warden and other companions and zevran truly doesn't identify with or as basically any of the groups he could conceivably be a part of. He's left the crows so he's no longer a crow, he was rejected by the dalish and is not really a "true elf", he can't go back to being a kid in the brothel (last place he felt unconditional love). He's never had a lover which wasn't a contract or he didn't kill. He's just very dissociated from himself and everyone around him.

The only thing he consistently identifies as is being worth 7 gold coins. He says it to the warden more than once. He says it to some of the companions. My guys got 1 thing defining his self worth and it's that the crows bought him for 7 gold coins. And what does the warden give him to increase affinity? Gold bars. The warden is saying "You are worth so much more than what the crows paid for" in a quite literal sense. I'm emotional about the pixel man again.

[verminvamp]

DamarA foR thE souL

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TheN I waS likE “ilL jusT draW heR goD tieR^,..,^”

BuT theN I waS likE “leT mE jusT draW heR weebieR anD alsO humaN^,..,^”

AnD theN thaT lasT drawinG leD mE tO makinG anD theN hyperfixatinG oN a interneT dramA humaN aU =,..,=

[nukacoola]

I know the Fallout TV show wanted to have a cool bombs dropping moment/scene but in all likelihood the West Coast would’ve had advanced warning before the bombs dropped or they would’ve dropped around 6 am bc on the East Coast they dropped at 9:40 something.

The people at the birthday party in the show are watching the news on tv and listening to it on the radio so it’s not like everyone at the birthday party was just tuned out and they didn’t realize they were getting advanced warning, there was no warning at all even though we know the bombs dropped on the East Coast first. Plus, there’s sirens all over the city that would have gone off even if the ppl weren’t listening to the news. I feel like that’s one inconsistency that the show had with the games that is not talked about as much.

We know that the bombs hit the East Coast first around 9:40 which would have been 5:40 West Coast time so why would they drop during this party which seems to be taking place in the middle of the day or at least late morning and why would the news station and the radio which were both talking about national news not have been warning people about the bombs actively dropping on the other side of the country? It’s a total lore dismissal of the games.

Also Vault Tec received an early warning before the citizens of America knew about the bombs dropping. It’s mentioned in the Vault 111 terminal they got less of a warning than they thought they would but wouldn’t Barbara Howard, one of the higher-ups at Vault Tec, get that warning and be blowing up the phone of the person whose kid’s birthday party it was? There’s a possibility that she didn’t have time but I don’t know, she tried so fucking hard for years to get her family together in a “management” vault. It doesn’t seem like she’d give up right at the last moment. We still don’t know what happened to her or Janey so I guess we’ll see in season 2. 

[phoenixduelist]

The only S3 opening I accept is Izzy literally clawing out of the grave, yelling: 'None of you absolute TWATS bothered to check for a pulse??'

In a show where every tiny movement has 26280 meanings and possible interpretations, I refuse to believe that this death has absolutely none.

And I also hope after crawling out, his first half conscious journey is into Ed's and Stede's inn, sending both into a cardiac arrest

[romionarry]

hello. the passion on this page………… the palpable pain and heartbreak underneath this fight….. ron starting that sentence about wondering where harry was but cutting himself off before finishing it. harry zeroing in on ron’s bare ankles…. harry HOPING ron will punch him…….. wtf the longing is radiating off the page guys this is my heartstopper

[lucien-leigh]

i like to think the infection jayce got in his leg and the crystal in his wrist made jayce's limbs feel static/numb so he'd rub them

[poison-into-positivity]

i ADORE that vianton has garnered a sort of cult following. like they’re two characters from a nearly decade-old movie, one of which only has like seven minutes of screentime, that interacted twice. then we saw ofmd and were like you know what, these men need to kiss in every universe. and we were right

[qiu-yan]

what do you mean "technically a war criminal"????? technically a war criminal IS a war criminal!

[hitorimaron]

Inspired by I will be chasing a starlight by @feyburner @sundiscus

Summary:

“You know what?” Wei Ying said. “I think we should be friends.”

“Vulcans do not have friends,” said Lan Zhan. He was staring very determinedly at the screen in front of him.

Wei Ying frowned at him. “That can’t be right.”

[guardianhyren]

It is me coming back from the void with a redraw of this post because I was rereading it and looking at my old one is cringe.

This is of RogueDruid’s Locked in Digital, specifically the part where it’s talking about how Midoriya managed to massacre and entire group in the stairs/hallway and it felt so cool I wanted to draw it (again).

[gingermintpepper]

❄️

For you!!

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. 

Oough, thank you very much for participating!! I thought a lot about what I should offer and eventually settled on this snippet from my very self indulgent Apollo/Evadne work teehee: 

“So you returned.” 

The stranger laughs, “As have you.”

Lo, he sits on the edge of the riverbank, his smooth, even-coloured ankles submerged in the cool water, the fabric of his skirt folded up above his knees. Somehow, the stranger’s gotten even more beautiful since she last saw him; gone are his loose, lovely curls which lay amaranth kisses onto his shoulders and neck, now they are bound atop his head and adorned with many petalled flowers. Likewise, his already flawless face now shines with the faint gloss of cosmetics. A deep blue colour stains his lips and the corners of his eyes. It matches the splendour of his blue skirt, makes her triply assured that this stranger is no mere man, but some visiting prince or king passing through. It is the only reason one such as him would ever willingly spend time with a creature like her. 

Evadne clutches her veil tight as she stands beside him, makes certain that there is no way for a sudden wind to worry her cloth and reveal her shame. The stranger’s skin is so gorgeous, rich like a polished gem and just as smooth as its surface. Evadne’s never known a man so hairless! But then, the stranger has surely never known a woman like her either. 

“Are you just going to laze about the edge today?” she says. They’re idle words, spoken just so she stops moping about when she’s got perfectly good company at hand. Gods alone know when she’ll ever have such a thing again. “It’s sweltering today, you’ll feel greater relief if you stick more than your toes into the water, sir.” 

He laughs again, soft and calm. A quiet wind bustles over the water’s surface, he raises a fine-fingered hand to brace against the breeze. The silver bangles looped about his wrist make a melodious clatter as they settle one atop the other around the broad flesh of his arm. “I’ve no intention of disturbing you again. Just as I promised, your river is yours once more.” 

His voice is just so… magical. Like music, or birdsong. Like some pleasant thing Evadne wishes she could hear forever. “I already told you, I am no nymph, good sir.” The very idea is just as ridiculous as the first time he said such a thing. As if a nymph’s spring would ever be so pitiful. As if Evadne would ever be allowed in the same waters as a lovely nymph! “I’m merely a maiden who wishes to bathe in peace. That is all I ever was.” 

“Is that so?” Those calm eyes appraise her then, dark gaze roaming over each part of her fabric covered body ‘til Evadne is warm in the cheeks and hot all over. “When we were together last, you surely were— “

“W-What about you?” Evadne can hardly think past the heat in her face, the pounding of her stupid heart in her chest. 

Miraculously, the stranger stops. “What about me?” 

She squeezes her eyes shut, too shamed to even look at him when she speaks, “You praise my beauty when you have never even seen my face, but certainly with a face like yours, you must be a son of Desire or Beauty?”

The sweet wind blows. The river softly babbles on. Evadne slowly pries her eyes open and meets the grinning face of the stranger, beryl-bright eyes positively aglow with humour.

“You find me that good-looking, hm?” 

She takes a step back, hands covering her eyes over her veil so she doesn’t have to look at the mess she created, “Maybe not quite that handsome— “

“‘A son of the Beauty’, was it? Such high praise. I’ll treasure it always.” 

“Please forget such foolish words at once, sir!"

[merakiui]

Wanted to hop on and say just how much I LOVE your work.

I always find myself going back to read and reread Eden and Eros, those two are my absolute favorite...the way you write, the rhythm in your prose is absolutely god-tier.

WAAA THANK YOU DEARLY!!! (๑>◡<๑) I’m flattered my writing is good enough to be worth multiple reads. I can’t thank you enough for enjoying Eden and Eros as well as my writing style itself!!!! 💖💖

[blood-of-zeus-fan]

this is a Hera appreciation post