#i guess those are best?

[pen-of-roses]

Lost

Eventually I will stop hurting these boys (gender-neutral), but maybe not for @ockissweek but hey, they've gotten somewhere!

It only registered that they had moved at all when he blinked into a dimly lit room.

He flinched at a harsh sound next to him—Oliver, moving something in front of the door. “Lost ‘em,” they said. “Should be safe for the moment.”

An answering noise echoed in the space.

Eldryn darted further into the place to—likely to do something important his lagging brain couldn’t be bothered to comprehend.

The ground was suddenly a lot closer than it had been a moment before. Oh, he had sat down. Probably for the best, couldn’t collapse if he was already on the ground.

She left footprints in the dust. This place hadn’t been used in some time then. Forgotten and left to fade from memory. Some things were safer that way, like the letters in a drawer he never opened. Others rotted and festered, poisoning everything around them, without any ever the wiser about why everything was so bad, why the whole thing was collapsing, why everyone was getting sick and dying.

That wasn’t right. Some had known, hadn’t they? Had worked very hard to keep it a secret, but not one that was forgotten and lost to time, but passed down and guarded. Planned it all. Planned to pass it down to him too, in time. Greys, would he have accepted? If they had sat him down, explained it all so clinically as the best possible option, would he have been fooled? Agreed even? Greys…

“Evan?”

A shaking hand, so very warm and rough and calloused and scarred, was pressed to his face. He blinked, and the spire and the Coven were gone, replaced by Oliver’s face, pinched in concern.

That ragged breathing was coming from him, wasn’t it?

“Stay, won’t ya?” they asked, hand still on his cheek. “Here, and now. Please Evan?”

He nodded.

Their eyes fell, he followed them down to his hands and—

“Fuck,” they whispered.

The skin, his skin, had gone completely ashen, the veins a dark gray, near black, as they snaked up his arms, disappearing under the stained fabric of the robe. That festering rot a part of him, a part of all of them.

He almost pulled them back to hide them from view on instinct, but their hands caught them before he could, rubbing circles into the skin, pressing them together. They brought them up towards their mouth and he could only stare dumbly.

Oliver was going to kiss his hand, like some knight in a child’s tale. An insane laugh threatened to spill out at the thought.

No, they were only moving them to fan hot breaths over them, trying to bring warmth back to the near dead flesh.

It's all too much, and he is forced to look away, even as he still felt their touch like a brand.

A stray beam of light highlights some of the particles in the air.

“No more excitement for a bit, yeah? No state to be Casting, that’s for sure, least. Can try to stay low and hidden. Know a few—”

“I didn’t know,” he cut them off. “You have to believe me that I didn’t know. Oliver, I swear to you, even if you think me the greatest fool for it. I swear.”

“I know.”

“I never would have gone along with it, any of it if I had known. I would have left the moment I found out. I swear to you. I swear. Please, you have to believe me, you have to know me better than that, you have to,” he’s pleading, though only the Veyrit know which of them he’s trying to convince.

“Evander. Evan. I know. Please.” Their voice is so soft. So gentle.

“Veyrit, I hated you. All this time, and I hated you for leaving them, for leaving me! For not even telling me why. And you let me. You let me, why did you let me?”

Their hands, their warmth, their grounding touch, leave him. Not that he can blame them. The state he must look, drained of magic, tears staining his face, trying not to shake apart, adrift, and utterly lost after everything. As if he had any right to be this broken and seek a claim on any comfort they could provide after how he had treated them.

But then their arms wrapped around him, pulled him to their chest, and he went easily, truly shaking apart now. His hands fist in their shirt and he clings desperately. If he let go, there’s no telling if he could come back. There’s no telling if he even could let go.

They press a kiss to his forehead, long and lingering, before they rest their chin on top of his hair. Their hands are clutched in his robe just as tightly. It felt too much like home and forgiveness.

Both of them had almost lost this. Had lost this. Had had this ripped away for far too long by powers that claimed to know better, know the right thing.

Fuck them. Damn them to the Abyss and let the Grey take them as they had every right.

He pulled back just enough to tilt his head up and look at them. For the first time in far too long, they are easy to read, his own emotions mirrored back at him. Neither of them has to say anything, before they both lean in to each other.

There’s nothing gentle about the kiss. It’s too desperate, too charged with everything that has happened and is still unsaid. The position isn’t ideal, his body bent and twisted to reach them, Oliver pressed to the hard floor. Teeth catch on lips and clash together. Both still cling almost too tightly to the other, as if they could press into each other, make a home in all the places they’ve carved into each other over the months and years.

And it's utterly perfect, and they’re both here and alive.

When they pull back, they’re both sharing ragged breaths between them.

“Whatever happens next,” he breathed, somehow finding his voice, “we do it together.”

“Together.”

[canisalbus]

Trying to figure out modern Ludovica.

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[hinamie]

new limited edition firefighter spacesuit hazmat itfs just dropped

[humming-fly]

I only just now realized what a shame it is we never got to see Al and Greedling really interacting

[caemidraws]

--- [gift for @persychan]

[lavellaned]

kills me that the reason given for rook to exist as pc is that "ooo we need to find people solas doesn't know in order to hunt him down" and then in the very first conversation you have with him solas knows exactly who rook is. and then the inquisitor shows up at the end of the game anyways.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[tea-cat-arts]

I simply think this fandom doesn't give Wei Wuxian enough credit for the various ways in which he saved Lan Wangji

[tomfrogisblue]

one of the true highlights of the qsmp was introducing non-french speakers to how fucking awesome and hilarious etoiles is

[coolsvilleprincess]

They're off to see the wizard! The wonderful wizard of Oz!!

I actually started this last month and then got burnt out and didn't finish it until now but whatever I FINISHED IT!! I finished watching Scooby Doo and Guess Who last month and there's a Wizard of Oz parody in the last episode and I just knew I had to do fanart, a legal requirement if you will.

I kept Shaggy, Fred and Velma's costumes from the episode the same but I thought Daphne and Scooby deserved costumes that were a bit more personal too. But who would the wizard in question be?? Well don't worry because I drew art for that too!!

I just can't stop thinking about a proper direct to DVD scooby WOZ parody film and how Van Ghoul should be the wizard, like in my head it's perfect.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[storytellering]

It's that time of the year again ✨

[hinamie]

jjk doodles from requests !!! these were fun ty everyone for sending

[spirk-trek]

shhhh the bisexuals are sleeping

[strongermonster]

no real cheese will ever live up to the phantom taste i imagined the cartoon cheese from tom and jerry cartoons i watched as a kid tasted like.

this is the pinnacle of the cheese-based foodgroups. i think it was less the visual appeal (almost none, it looks like a dried sponge half the time) and more the fervent desperation with which the mouse pursued it. the permeating lust for this cheese.

the fanatical daydreaming was so evocative that my brain and tongue made up a flavour that will never exist and i am doomed to spend my life unfulfilled