#hi sorry this is me coping

[hermitsandcrafts]

Sahara? Architechs? Don't you mean.. Buildstone..?

[crismakesstuff]

cast out of paradise

[rocketbirdie]

it's all subjective

[bree-paints]

My copium where they all survive and they are an iconic one eyed trio

Also some random sketches because 266-267 have been killing me emotionally thank you

[artuurle]

I don't have a silly cheeky comment for this one besides it leans heavily on my headcanons and stuff on Grujaja. (that's how you know ur in the tranches for a character.)

^face of a guy that keeps hurtin his bonds w anyone close to him. Bonus doodles i made while drawing this that are semi related due to being tied to my Gr headcanons unda the cut lol:

[potato-lord-but-not]

hey at the very least harlan basically gave up custody of what the letter says. it can say whatever now. we have that at least

it just had this in the bottom corner of the page

[crows-of-buckets]

Rook: I'm really worried about Davrin and Lucanis, they keep arguing with one another... Its very bad Varric, what if it effects them in battle?

Varric, remembering that one time Fenris broke Ander's nose then took a knife in the back for him in the same night: I'm sure they'll be fine kid. They're barely even arguing if you ask me

[renonv]

Oh god the ancient rizz.

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[cruelplatonic]

my personal headcanon is the vees were unremarkable nobodies when they were alive. i just love it as a thematic throughline for them. they love to let the public of hell speculate on them being famed and acclaimed since before death, but the the truth is they were a d-list failed influencer that got by on cheap controversey and scamming, a broke junkie who burned every shaky bridge he ever had, and a worn-out broadcast production assistant with more rejected auditions and tossed out script pitches than he could count. nobody missed them when they were gone, nobody cared who they were until they were dead.

[mellohiizz]

hello mel mellohiizz my beloved mutual could i trouble you for fem kenadian i miss her so dearly (possible kenifies yuri..?)

— five @girlnadian

my favorite catgirl

[ttulipwritezz]

Tasm! peter parker x reader. 484 words. [Drabble]

~~~~~~~~~

"Here, Give it."

A frustrated grunt leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his suit. Peter's ears tinging just the littlest bit red and you can't tell if it's you or the prickling cold.

So you close the window before giving him another pointed stare, your hand still extended.

"Y/n..you- you don't have to-"

"I'll fix it, give."

His fingers reluctantly leave the red fabric as yours clutch it tight. His gaze downwards, murmerring to himself for a few seconds.

~

You were seven when you went up to your mother, determined to learn how to sew. How to mend your own clothes and how to fix your torn stuffies.

Little did you know that You'd find yourself stitching up the suit of a masked hero.

Heck they should give you the title of spiderman-2 if mending this suit kept the city crime free.

~

"Watch out Spiderman!"

A yell rang out behind peter, his senses had been tingling but he could not for the life of him figure out why. Everything was fine, the criminal had been put down and the police were quite close to putting this man behind bars.

'What is this feeling'

The building behind him collapsed, his ears ringing with the noise of the blast.

In his hurry to evacuate the citizens, evacuate you...he had forgotten that the bomb had yet to detonate.

Peter found himself flung to a nearby colunm, back first as his head pounded from the aftershock.

He tried his best to lift his arm to hold onto it. The rip of a fabric caught his attention, features wincing almost as a habit as he already dreaded having to show up to your home, even after he had saved you it seemed you weren't gonna get a good nights rest.

That is why Peter found himself here, sitting half naked on the floor of your bedroom, picking at the fibers of your carpet and occasionally glacing up to see your tongue poking out the corner of your lips as you concentrated.

"I'm sorry, really..."

He said moving his eyes back to the floor. The pink in your carpet suddenly all the more interesting.

"Don't be, you saved my life peter, you saved a lot of people today."

Your soft voice cut throught the awkwardness, tenderly in an attempt to show him he was wrong.

Putting the final knot in the stich, you moved to the floor alongside your boyfriend, scooting closer to him and tossing the mended fabric aside.

You placed your hand to his cheek, in a gentle yet firm manner.

"You did good...I'm proud, Pete."

His lips curved into a makeshift smile as a breath of amusement left his nose.

Leaning in and touching his forehead to yours, he says what he always does, like a rehersed script.

"You always say that"

And you reply, as you always do.

"And I always mean it"

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[lemonfroq]

sillies 🤞

[thehermitsacedia]

Le sang coule à longs flots de sa poitrine ouverte ; En vain il a des mers fouillé la profondeur ; L'océan était vide et la plage déserte ; Pour toute nourriture il apporte son cœur. […] Et, regardant couler sa sanglante mamelle, Sur son festin de mort il s'affaisse et chancelle, Ivre de volupté, de tendresse et d'horreur.

The blood runs in slow waves from his open chest In vain has he plumbed the depths of the seas The Ocean is empty and the shore deserted To provide food for all he offers his heart. […] And, watching his bloody breast drop On his death-feast he sinks and staggers Drunk on pleasure, on tenderness and horror.

-Alfred de Musset, La Nuit de Mai

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Give me widower Mav who has come to terms with his husband’s death and now gets to make jokes and comments about it which makes people uncomfortable while he finds it hilarious pls

As someone who lost their father a long time ago I have reached that point where I can make jokes and comments and like to my close friends it’s funny but to someone I don’t know it’s… strange cause they don’t know how to react and it’s truly a small moment of absolute joy cause they make it weirder than it needs to be

Here is what I mean:

Fanboy: Hi Mav! I like your hoodie!

Mav: thanks, it belonged to my dead husband

Fanboy:

Mav: he’s not gonna use it so

…

Hangman, pointing at the ring on Mav’s dog tags: you’re married?

Mav: I was, but sadly he died on a terrible accident

Hangman: oh I’m sorry—

Mav: I’m kidding, he didn’t die on an accident

Hangman: oh thank god I thought I—

Mav: he died of cancer

…

Mav: my husband used to hate this movie

Phoenix: what made him change his mind?

Mav: oh he didn’t, he just died

…

Mav: I miss my husband

Coyote: why, where is he?

Mav: I want to say heaven but he was a weird man so honestly I don’t know

…

Cyclone: Maverick where is the paperwork I asked for

Mav: oh I’m sorry? I was mourning the death of my husband, in case you hadn’t noticed, the audacity, I cannot believe you would come for a widower like this—

[cinnamonsikwate]

"why couldn't shuro have just been honest about what he felt with laios and falin it's not that hard" are you. are you White

[dukeofthomas]

I love goofy jason

there needs to be more jason talkin like a gen z and having a board w red string for his plans and photoshopping joker into various death scenarios. i need jason to have a batman plushie he tortures to cope w his rage. tim breaks into his house and opens the closet door just to discover like 100 pictures of robin with indechiperable rambles on them and random stickers everywhere.

he should have a poster of black mask with a badly drawn on moustache and top hat on his wall. do you get me??