#here we are again :)

[z0mbiefrank]

LIVING DEAD GIRL: I'm Not Okay at Tokyo

[gallusneve]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard - Neve, Bellara, Taash & Lace

[chechula]

Maglor..... and the Star of Eärendil mirrored in seawater ♥

[losyanya]

Crowley drives off slowly at the end of S2 because

[toffeebrew]

Alright, Color's Bravery and Delta's Bravery meet what happens I got to know

[thatsbelievable]

[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

good news everybody, it's been exactly 4 years since I sold my soul to this film and these hot gay nerds

it feels like not enough time has passed, but also like how it feels like it's passed in the blink of an eye

man, I really didn't think I'd do all that I did with this fandom in 4 years, did I?

bless all the people I've gotten to know over the years!!!! this fandom has really changed my life over the years. thank you so much. even if things have veered more differently for you, I consider you my friends!!!!

@dimdiamond @home-boi-yawn @professorcalculusstanaccount @miitarashi @wolffdeservedbetter @aboardthescheherazade @tra-golden @weasley-detectives @mis3rabl3m3lody @kuichihimei @illegally-blind-and-deaf @marlinspirkhall @mendelskrull

[passingnights]

A right hand man. A trusty sword. A friend.

Deli finds comfort in his new acquaintance. Colin Provolone is a sturdy and simple man— quick and skilled in battle, a loyal and reliable in service, and also a good friend. Deli, with boyhood now smudged against the edges of his face, grows into his position of The Meat Lands.

Colin keeps the promise he made years ago to a disgruntled mother in the corner of an expansive hall in Comida. He listens and enacts the advises and discussions made for the benefit of this land far from home. He keeps guard and wrestles the yawns that strangle his throat and eyes as politics are discussed. All standing, never leaving, the right hand of Deli.

Colin watches Deli through the days, this leader guided with a willpower of steel, the love and dedication to the unification of his home watering his quick growth and maturation. Two years and Deli had become a fearsome, confident and ambitious young man.

Then Deli lies a gift upon his shoulders— Skald Colin Provolone, meaning poet (sing the songs of heroes, be my witness, carve my name into history, approve of my works).

And when Deli uses this title, Colin doesn’t question. He only grips his sword tighter, stands straighter, observes steadier. Deli’s sword and shield. His skald, his poet.

And at night he meets a softer, kinder Deli. They sit on the edge of Deli’s bed, talking and laughing about smaller matters. Sweeter things, like childhood and gossip that whisper down the hallways. He watched Deli’s expressions pour out, an innocence that splays across his face. He finds delight in those times, a remedy for a past he tries to forget. Light laughter, “simple is always how we’ve kept things”, and drunkenness fills the air between the two.

Two quiet years. Then comes blood.

And blood and blood pours from a carriage and drips, viscous, hot and real from hands and blades.

A quiet shatter in friendship. A trusty sword clanks at the feet of Deli and the familiar, light scent of cheese drifts far away from the house.

For the first time in two years, Deli is alone. A void renders behind him where his skald, his poet, would be standing.

And then five years pass and Colin sees Deli again. Scars rip at his face and he explains in whispers the ambush which landed him with it. Colin examines Deli’s face and finds little. A hardened and rough man. Colin thinks Deli resembles his mother.

Colin thinks about how he might’ve been able to prevent it, how he would’ve kept his promise, how he would have been able to protect him or die trying. Deli’s sword and shield, his skald, his poet.

There, Colin watches Karna die and the light leave Deli’s eyes. He watches the replaced Skald (and he thinks about the way Deli reached out to her with this title that fit her so effortlessly) shredded into a million pieces and he hears something in Deli die along with it.

This time Colin saves him. He nurses his old friend to stability and yet the “yeah, we’ll talk later” never comes as he watches Deli walk off into the sunset, now a man that would never be the boy, the friend Colin knew five years ago. A man with a cold and lifeless portrait, his soft edges ragged and a heart half rotten.

A sword. A shield. A skald, a poet. Colin keeps a promise to a mother and son made seven years ago. A protector, dedicated and loyal. He swings his sword quietly, precisely, dangerously against the ones who killed all his friends, dead or alive. Colin Provolone, sole survivor of the Saprophus, the poet of dead heroes.

The Rook’s exchange.

[capitainressentiment]

Best P4 Ship Tumblr Edition Final

Here we are .. again.. yaoi vs yuri... For the people that werent there on twitter it was a bloodbath. Families got betrayed, friendships got broken etc.. But in the end yukichie won by a tiny percentage...

Will this be souyo's revenge era or will yukichie keep their title for best persona 4 ship? Let's find out shall we...

[drugsforaddicts]

[soulspice]

living in a daydream

[thetivarabbithole]

If there is one thing I can count on, it’s fellow fans for a ship dusting off the old content at the smell of hope.

[critter-of-habit]

You really should catch up on Bridgerton. Whatever Cressida and Eloise got going on is hella fruity.

Yep they've roped me back in

[yahikuro]

weirdoes </3

[orallech]

wanted to do warm ups before I worked on something I need to finish