#honey are you okay

[scarlettshazam]

There are three books (I think) that I wrote in a month-long fugue and I think I’m on the path to number four because I am 12k and two drawings deep into this new one and it’s been two days

[entrailseer]

cw: creepy head thing

holy shit.

[strwbrryfire]

[aquanutart]

"little miss prairie faerie" is a cute name actually... (but I won't use it if she doesn't like it)

[aengelren]

tell him you know a place then drop him off at a therapist

[lizzybeeee]

You just know that Alistair absolutely agonized over asking a Warden Cousland about if they've ever lost anyone, only to be hit with the reminder that yes their entire family and pretty much everyone else living within Castle Cousland was effectively massacred.

Alistair - "Have you...had someone close to you die? Not that I mean to pry, I'm just..." Cousland - "My entire family was murdered just recently." Alistair - "Oh, of…of course. How stupid of me to forget. Here I am going on about Duncan and you…I'm so sorry."

If you're any other origin then it's the first time you've brought up something like this - while Alistair is aware from the get go about Cousland's loss. Likely because it's big news - Loghain even comments on it (as he should!) - and because the Warden can press to try and find Fergus as soon as you leave Ostagar. Not to mention that of all your companions Alistair is easily the most emotionally intelligent imo.

This is the kind of shit that would have me lying awake in bed at night - unable to fall asleep, smothering my face with a pillow. No shade to Alistair, he was in the middle of his grief, but I can 100% picture him lying in bed at night one month, five years, a decade later being like...fuck.

[0nlyhere4phil]

whats on your mind beautiful?

[mangofanarts]

I really enjoy how independent the honey badgers are of each other. When both Bad and Pangi were asked if they were to die for each other - they replied that it "depends on the situation" rather then it being an immediately 'yes'. When Ros admits that she would die for the Kingdom, Pangi immediately whispers to Bad that "This is a cult."

In Pangi's perspective, Ros dying for the kingdom is something cult-like. It's not unreasonable to see or understand why Pangi thinks that. However, to Ros, her dying for the kingdom makes sense. The kingdom is her family. She wants to protect them and she's extremely loyal to them - so of course, she's willing to die for them without any hesitation. (Placing aside her insecurities about her own worth to the kingdom and herself) Pangi expressing that he believes the kingdom of fools is a cult because of Ros being so willing to die for them- also demonstrates something about himself. Which is that, Pangi can't understand Ros' line of thinking with the yellow kingdom because it is not something that Pangi can understand within his own faction. This is not me saying that Pangi doesn't care about the honey badgers. Of course, he does! He's the one that came up with the name, he's the one who made the banners, he's the one who took away the yellow kingdom's honey for the sake of being a honey badger. He adores the faction title and his own identity to it - however, Pangi is free from his own faction. So, lemme try to explain. There is only two people in the honey badgers (in terms of activity on the server) - Bad and Pangi. Bad and Pangi are not co-dependent on each other. Bad does not feel the need to protect Pangi. Unless, he's directly asked for help, and then he will because they're still teammates. Pangi does not feel the need to protect Bad either. Despite being the only ones in the honey badgers, they both feel free in a sense. Pangi has his own base somewhere else, and so does Bad. Pangi and Bad are not as connected as the yellow kingdom are. But, that doesn't mean they don't get along. Pangi has referred to Bad before as a fun uncle, and Bad has mentioned before that Pangi is awesome. They share plenty in common - they love gossip, causing chaos, being paranoid together, and they enjoy setting up traps. Bad even supports Pangi in what Pangi wants to do. Though, they're able to still be individuals on their own. (Excluding Pangi and Pili's co-dependent relationship since this post was just meant to be about Pangi and Bad). If someone attacks Bad, that does not mean that Pangi has immediate conflict with that person. Same with Bad! If someone attacks Pangi - then, that doesn't mean Bad instantly has conflict with that person either. Though, Pangi has pride about being a honey badger, he doesn't make it the sole reason for everything he does. He's free to do whatever he wants for himself, and Bad is the same in that reasoning. Then there's Bad, and he isn't strictly loyal to his faction. Bad is willing to encourage others to trap or kill Pangi. Other faction members would not do this to who they view as someone as their own. However, this is again, because the view of faction that both Bad and Pangi carry, isn't them tied down to each other - at least, in terms of how the other factions operate with their members. If Bad were to pass away, Pangi would be sad though he wouldn't destroy the world over it (while he would for Pili) and the same goes for Bad, vice versa. They aren't fully committed to each other, though they still care about one another to a degree. Maybe it's just not as high as other's degree of care as other factions would about their members. But, that doesn't mean it's non-existent. Bad has mentioned before that if a draft were to happen, then he wouldn't pick Pangi first. Other faction members would probably interpret this as Bad not caring about Pangi, but it's actually the opposite. He wouldn't pick Pangi because he does care about him, he wants Pangi to have fun being in a different faction. It does also convey that Bad doesn't view Pangi as someone being tied down as a honey badger - he sees him as an individual who doesn't need to be in the faction for the sake of Pangi being an original member.

[ablazenqueen]

Three eps later…

#Top Ten Most Believable Bullshit Attempts

[once-more-with-anxiety]

me,slapping both of my hands over everything about the cancellation while kicking the last episode aside with my foot: so, how do you guys think the next season will start? I'm thinking Charles and Edwin go on a date or something, personally.

[iskander-tm]

Watch me disappear completely

[saveugoodmadam]

WE ARE SO BACK

[raptorrobot]

i think i have thing for men with a deep and profound animalistic sorrow in their eyes . i saw messmer the impaler and my soul became that of a white woman with a saviour complex who just caught sight of a limping stray dog on the side of the road

[icewindandboringhorror]

What would you choose? :0c

(note: original image is from HERE (link) - but I edited it to add a wider variety of options.. also added $3 extra to the total, even though I know that makes it more uneven lol, I thought if you're adding 10 whole extra items, the money to spend should at least be increased slightly, if that makes sense..)

[naffeclipse]

Have you considered writing a cowboy DCA au? Or a vampire AU?

I have ideas for both! I mention my Vampire AU in my Laundry List of AUs Post, but I haven't talked about a Cowboy AU yet!

For my cowboy AU, Y/N owns a prairie house and a small patch of land out in the wild west. You work hard and make do even though you're falling behind on payments and falling deeper into debt and danger of the bank taking your property back. It's a tough life. You know that.

Nothing exciting happens around here until one day you see a figure riding in from the distance. An animatronic on a horse. You're a bit weary of strangers, especially out here, where cattle rustlers and outlaws are aplenty, so you greet the rider with a shotgun. He's all smiles and hand waves, his sun rays partly hidden underneath his hat. There's a shiny pistol in the holster on his belt and a rifle hanging off his back. A large bag is strapped to the saddle. He's careful to not reach for something he shouldn't, and you let him dismount to talk to you, lowering your weapon.

He reassures you he means no trouble and that he just needs shelter for the night, if you don't mind. He's more than willing to offer a helping hand in exchange. He's a talker, sweet and charming, and you're not in a position to refuse extra farm help. You put him to work. He does it all without complaint which you appreciate.

There's a moment when you take a break from the back-breaking work to lie down in the field, staring up at the sky. Your eyes end up closing. You feel a gentle shadow over you. When you look up, Sun is there, casting blissfully cool shade and asking if it's alright for him to stand here. You tell him it's just fine. You ask him if there's any worry of him overheating. He says no, but thank you kindly for the concern.

Later, when you check in the barn, you notice that the large bag that was on his horse is now gone.

You don't want any trouble.

At sundown, when you call for him to come inside, you're greeted with a different animatronic, still smiling and soothing and promising that it's the same cowboy, please put the shotgun down. You've never met an animatronic like him. Sun. Moon. You let him come inside.

You spend a quiet night with the cowboy. He helps you clean up your dishes even though he had no part in the mess-making. There's little talk of where he came from or where he's going, but he mentions lying low for a while. You don't want to know. You don't ask. He asks if he might touch the guitar you have there in the corner. You tell him that's fine. You haven't played it in a long time. He serenades the night with plucked chords and twaining strings, and somehow, you fall asleep listening to the gentle strums and wake up the next morning in your bed.

Sun greets you all cheerful. You don't know what to feel about having another around to talk to... but you're adjusting. He asks for another day's work for another night's lodging. You agree. He smiles so big you're afraid he'll burst.

You get a visit from a fellow farmer (Sun makes himself scarce on the rare chance a visitor comes) who talks about the news, the gangs rolling through the valley, the cattle missing, and a distant bank just recently robbed. You shake your head.

Later, in the barn, you're shifting hay on the hayloft when you step back and expect to find solid flooring but there's nothing but air and you're falling—then caught in solid arms. Sun exclaims how you have to be careful! You would have gotten hurt. You wish he would put you down already, holding you like this turns you all red and embarrassed. Even when he sets you on your feet, Sun insists he finishes with the hay up top. Your pride is awfully stung but the ghost of his arms around you chases you outside and it's only there that you can finally think clearly after all the excitement.

When night falls, Moon helps you deal with a fox in the chicken pen but in chasing off the fiend, something snaps along his arm when he hops a fence and you know that ugly sound means something's broken. Wires spark in the dark. You rush to his side faster than you've ever run. You gingerly hold his arm and guide him back home to fix the damage done even though you're only a support to his injury, and he, thankfully, can tend to himself. He says he's learned how to take care of little problems like these since he's been running by himself for a while. You almost ask what he did before he came here but you don't dare. You told yourself you didn't want trouble. Getting attached will do nothing but stir up your feelings. There will be no one else to blame if your heart gets broken.

He picks at the guitar strings to test his repair and sings a little song that you swear you won't fall asleep to but, again, you wake up in your bed when you know you didn't tuck yourself in. Sun is already outside, getting a jumpstart on the day's chores.

The cowboy stays another night, then another, and then a few weeks have flown by. You get a visitor from the bank asking for payment or else they're taking your land and everything on it. You chase off the man, spitting mad, but you're still in troubled waters. You're going to lose all you have. Sun witnesses the encounter from a distance but you don't speak of it all day. Then, Sun finds you when the sun burns red across the sky.

He talks softly to you and before you know it, he's leading you by the hand and spinning you in a little dance you've never danced before. Sun leads, and you follow because he's the last light you have, and when he dips you low, you rise with the Moon in the near darkness, dancing and dancing on dirt. You've never held a hand that felt so right with his arms twirling you around and around—you almost forget you're going to lose it all.

Besides the crackle of the fire in your hearth that night, Moon coaxes you to talk about the money you owe and your pride almost bites your tongue off but you do it anyway. Moon asks when the bank man is going to come again. You tell him in the morning but you don't want charity. You don't need it. You owe enough debts as it is. He gives you a grin that is too mischievous for his own good.

That night, you lean against his shoulder when he plays a gentle song, a ballad about lovers falling and magnolias blooming. You wake up in your bed but it's still dark out and Moon is gone. You get up to find him but he's already at the door, holding a large bag—the one that was missing from his saddle. He tells you to pay the bank when they come and get a receipt. You ask him what in blue blazes he's doing with a bag full of money but he shoves it in your hands. Morning spills across the land. Then it's Sun winking at you. The bank is coming. He tells you he needs to go now, but he promises to come back for you.

You tell him you can't owe him like this—you'll never be able to repay it. Sun promises that you won't owe him anything, he'll get the money back.

You can hardly be angry before he's on his horse and taking off into the distance. You curse yourself out for being a fool and having a heart that wants to stick roots into anything that lingers longer for a day and for having this bag of money that isn't yours and for letting that cowboy dance and serenade you, but when the bank sends another man to collect, you pay it all. You get that receipt. The man accepts the payment and goes on his merry way, back to the bank that can no longer hound you. All of your debts are erased, thanks to the cowboy.

You don't know where he was hiding the money. You remember the news of a distant bank that was robbed.

It's only a few days later that you learn from a fellow farmer that the man carrying back your money to the bank was ambushed. An animatronic outlaw caught him alone. He stole the entire bag of cash. The farmer laughs when he says the bank man was madder than a wet hen. He also remarks that he's surprised they didn't come after you for more money, but you had a receipt. They can't touch you.

After the farmer leaves, you sit in a daze and then curse the cowboy out again. You still owe him.

You didn't want trouble, yet here you are, all twitterpated and waiting for when he comes down from the horizon.

[it-is-i-zim]