#i aint mad though

[gunsatthaphan]

triple threat 😤💓

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Ok do the thousands of Bethyl shippers realize it means they're headcanoning Daryl as a pedophile or

[flufflecat]

(wip) why am i drawing this? well. i dont know.

[crimescrimson]

Ada Wong in Resident Evil 6 (2012)

[meeeeeeese]

Sometimes I wonder how much Abaddon knew about Tyria. Like, his whole motivation and the cause of his conflict with the other gods was that he wanted to keep the bloodstone unsealed to keep humanity as magically gifted as possible. However, letting more magic into the ecosystem could only accelerate the next Dragon awakening, and Zhaitan waking up right beneath their feet in Arah would have been very bad.

So like, what was Abaddon's plan here? The scroll of the Five True Gods suggests he and the others had at least some knowledge, but did he have a plan here? Or did his nature as the god of magic just compel him to act to maximise the presence of magic on Tyria?

(which, as an aside, there's some evidence (see: Balthazar's refusal to back down from a war with the dragons, the speculation in The Bastion of Knowledge and Abaddon's general obsession with magic) that the power of the gods changes their outlook and moral alignment, pushing them towards the promotion of their domain)

It's possible that, as the god of the ocean, he was in communication with Soo-Wan and had a plan with her to protect humanity in the event of a dragonrise (which would, as a side effect, clear out all the other major civilisations on Tyria, allowing humanity to become the sole masters of the world). But, with all the relevant parties dead any such deal is likely lost to time.

Finally, while I'm on the Abaddon speculation train, I do wonder if it's just a coincidence that the Human god of magic, and the dragon who first split void into Tyrian magic are both aligned with water. Maybe there's some kind of connection between magic, void and the ocean? (incredibly crackpot connection time but, well, mist is just a form of vaporized water... Call me a conspiracy theorist but maybe it's connected man)

[ashes-in-a-jar]

If I were a bug I would also bite skin if I found myself on it because what is this soft weird texture. Bite.

[anxiously-sidequesting]

To me personally malistaire is the funniest and most pathetic villain wizard101 has ever had AND I MEAN THAT SINCERELY!!! Between doomed children who have been manipulated, groomed, and isolated into becoming products of their environments, someone scorned who has been punished unfairly by having your biological heart torn out your chest and turning your children and all of reality against you to satiate their own ego, a nonhuman entity so powerful and so clueless they unintentionally threaten the lives of everyone around them, Malistaire FELL DOWN BRO. Like yeah you're bitchless now. You and me both. Get in line. Everyone in this room is bitchless. We are ALL living that ✨💅🏾💃🕺 Single Life™. You are a middle-aged man. Cope

[qrowpilled]

i made that post about having astarion brainworms and it got like 80k notes but now that i actually have the game and am experiencing the characters firsthand i'm realizing my perceptions of both him as a character and how i would feel about him were off the mark

[suchafuxkinnerd]

@insomniaandlonelynights Gahhdamn you goin HAM girl!! 🔥

[yikesajax-deranged-edition]

It's so funny they call me toxic while sending me threats and trying to doxx me and harass me. Girl what 😭

[snowflakeb0ttles]

god the internet is being so fucking weird right now i hate spectrum with every fiber of my being

[fullmoonfireball]

i do also have other translated/localized itoki hana kirby cover lyrics i've written lying around but thace not the point . the point is im mad about Two Planets Approach the Roche Limit

[skylertheminish]

Got any art WIPs to show? 👀

If you mean wips of Forged in captivity fan art then no, not at the moment. But I'll make a start on something tonight at the very least! Likely sooner when I can.

If you mean wips of something else please let me know! :D I do have a start on the next story thing though! Just notes because of course but I'm kinda happy with it.

(Lovely irl things be hectic lol).

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

'kay i gotta do some real work type shit for a bit

THEN i can be a shitlord about hazbin.

for real, asks open to requests for drawings or writing stuff. i am so overcome with things I wanna do i can't pick so any request or guidance i'll be so happy abt

i got my energy drinks on tap and got a balanced meal under my belt so i should, in theory, be ready to party

[magnetoapologist]

i love being a lesbo bc whenever people complain about nicky's styling in the movie im just like. you people just want to fuck luca marinelli without mental load

LEST WE FORGET THE VISION!

[nastybuckybarnes]

Homemade Lunch

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Language, Arguments, sad feelings, fluff,

Word Count: idk but she aint too too long

A/n: based on a tiktok i saw but cannot for the life of me find to link. enjoy! <3

~*~

You huff out a sigh when the door closes behind you.

Shucking off your coat, you hang it up and tug off your mitts and hat next, putting them all away while you listen for your boyfriend.

He's quiet on a good day. On a day like today? When the two of you have been fighting more than you haven't been?

You begin to wonder if he's even home.

Carefully, you venture upstairs to confirm your boyfriend is, in fact, still in the house, sleeping in the bed the two of you share.

Silently, you close the door and head back downstairs, wiping your hands over your face a few times before pinching the bridge of your nose.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you head into the kitchen and grab Simon's lunch bag off of the counter, pausing when you feel the weight of it.

Brows drawing together, you open it up slowly, your heart dropping when you see he's packed himself a lunch.

A pack of instant noodles and a few protein bars are shoved carelessly in the bag, and it breaks your heart to see.

It's become a ritual now, you making his lunch for him every night so that he can head to work and not have to worry.

When he's actively deployed it saddens you to see the lunch bag sitting on the counter, awaiting his return.

But that sadness pales in comparison to what you feel when realization dawns on you.

He packed his own lunch.

Your argument from earlier seems pointless now, you can't even remember what you were fighting about. Not when your man, the man you love with your whole heart, truly thought you'd be too mad to pack his lunch.

Washing your hands, you get to work on making him lunch, your anger disappearing as you focus instead on putting together all of his favourite foods and snacks.

You work as quietly as you can, packaging everything with love and care.

Once his lunch is made, you give the kitchen a quick clean then get everything ready to make sure his morning is as smooth as possible.

Does he piss you off beyond comprehension? Yes, absolutely. In ways you didn't know a person could piss you off.

Do you love him more than you've ever loved anyone before in your life? Without question.

As you settle into bed facing his back, you can't help but lean forward and give him a gentle kiss.

Ever the light sleeper, he peels his eyes open at the feeling of your soft lips against his skin, his anger settling a bit at the tiny yet profound action.

~*~

Simon wakes up the next morning in a sour mood.

With his eyes opening not five minutes before his alarm is set to ring, things aren't off to a good start.

His mood only worsens when he realizes that all he's got to eat today for lunch is a pack of instant noodles, a few protein bars, and the stale crackers you like to leave in the bottom of the box.

It's nothing but willpower and discipline that gets him out of bed, into the shower, and dressed.

His gloomy mood gets worse still when he heads into the kitchen only to not find his lunch bag on the counter where he left it.

The kitchen is clean, by your hand no doubt, and he grinds his teeth together as he begins hunting for his lunch bag.

After almost five minutes, he yanks it out of the fridge, only to pause at the added weight.

Dry noodles aren't this heavy.

He sets the bag down on the counter and slowly opens it, his heart filling with warmth at the contents.

Instead of his bland noodles, there are several containers full of food, along with two of the juice boxes you like to keep hidden in the back of the fridge where you think he won't look.

On top of all of it, though, is a note scribbled in your handwriting with a dried tear drop tainting the paper.

He has to fight the stinging in his eyes as he reads over the words you've written.

He sets the paper down after a moment and squeezes his eyes shut, then carefully folds the paper up and tucks it into one of his many pockets before heading upstairs.

Skillfully silent, he makes no noise as he enters your shared bedroom, even less when he kneels on the bed behind you.

You inhale sharply when his hand dusts over your shoulder, looking over your shoulder only for him to immediately shush you.

"S'alright, love. S'just me. Go back to sleep."

You hum, resting your head on the pillow once more and snuggling into him when he climbs into bed behind you.

He wraps a strong arm around your waist and pulls you tightly against him, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you."

You peel your eyes open once more and glance over at him.

"I love you too."