#i originally was gonna make this longer

[rosemarydiely]

DIE 261

when she finds beauty within your insecurity

[pothame]

I used to think that he was too slow and that I was too fast. In reality, it was the other way around. Despite dating many people, I had never put a relationship above everything else in my life. I realized too late that he was someone I could have made a long future with.

Love in the Big City x Grieving by Dhruv

[quantumghostart]

liara is my girlfriend and garrus is my boyfriend but the black widow... the black widow is my lover u v u💕

[ao-xingyume1987]

(Huling) sayaw sa ilalim ng kalawakan

[rileys-battlecats]

girl help I started writing down oc thoughts and have started contemplating the logistics of how a city carved into the walls of a ravine would have access to fresh water

[messiahzzz]

while it’s perfectly fine to have your own headcanons that are non-canon compliant — by all means, go wild. recognizing pieces of yourselves in fictional characters can be a very healing and validating experience. this is nonetheless a casual, well-intentioned reminder that gale, in fact, does not have bpd.

bpd is a pervasive pattern of instability affecting interpersonal relationships, self-image, and mood. the disorder is marked by impulsivity beginning in early adulthood and is present in a variety of contexts. a diagnosis requires at least 5 of the following 9 criteria to be met:

Fear of abandonment

Unstable or changing relationships

Unstable self-image; struggles with identity or sense of self

Impulsive or self-damaging behaviors (e.g., excessive spending, unsafe sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating).

Suicidal behavior or self-injury

Varied or random mood swings

Constant feelings of worthlessness or sadness

Problems with anger, including frequent loss of temper or physical fights

Stress-related paranoia or loss of contact with reality

source: [x]

i highlighted the criteria that do apply to gale in one way or another in a pretty purple.

i personally believe that it’s rather harmful to equate his relationship with mystra with her being “his fp”. she is a deity, his goddess, and the source of his powers, who is in in full control of the magic he wields.

gale: mystra commands all magic. salvation, if such a thing exists, is hers to bestow or withhold.

gale has been effectively groomed and conditioned to serve and revere her at every turn since early childhood. imo this comparison really undermines a lot of crucial points in gale’s story that deal with his overall trauma and abuse. after all, you wouldn’t call shar sh*dowhe*rt’s fp either.

gale doesn’t revile mystra, nor does he commit benevolent deeds solely motivated by the secret hope that she will somehow notice and take him back. when you meet gale in the game he has already fully come to terms with the fact that he has been abandoned by mystra with no hope of reconciliation whatsoever. he also had some very fitting lines in ea regarding this topic that i'm sad haven't been repurposed in the full release in some way.

gale: [the tadpoles] don't know that some things are impossible. they don't know that... they don't know. player: what is impossible about what you're being shown? gale: forgiveness. gale: it is mystra i see. and yet it cannot be her. there was a time when i would have believed - but no longer. gale: suffice it to say she would not bestow upon me the favors promised in these dreams. that is how i know they are delusions.

he has already reached the stage of acceptance. moreover, gale only starts to realize that mystra might have been in the wrong for requesting his death once the tadpole squad & tav speak some sense into him. and even then he doesn’t ever show that his emotions regarding mystra are anywhere along those lines. he is instead rightfully angered that she only saw value in his death, after he had been worshipping her loyally for years.

gale: i worshipped mystra loyally for years, and in that time she granted me the barest sliver of the power i was ready to wield. gale: even with the fate of the world at stake, she had little more to offer me than the means of blowing myself up at a more convenient time. she's done nothing to help us.

gale: you abandoned me in my hour of greatest need. i had no obligation to help you in yours. gale: because you had no right to ask that of me. you cast me out, remember?

gale doesn’t display rapid changes in mood either. he is a character who is generally very composed and has been known to remain nonchalant even in the face of utter horror. tim downie himself even commented on this once. source: [x]

the only instance i can think of is his sudden switch from resigned-to-death to utter-eye-sparkling-enthusiasm once he spots the crown of karsus. apart from crucial story reasons that i won’t touch upon in this post, i’d also like to add that it’s a rather common phenomenon for people who have just barely survived a suicide attempt to suddenly be filled with zeal and unbridled energy. he doesn't display impulsivity without thorough consideration when it comes to its acquisition either. he considers this a golden opportunity and is positively enthusiastic and elated that this might prove an alternative to him ending up in a cloud of netherese smoke. nonetheless, he knows what he is doing. evident in him actually succeeding in ascending in one of his endings.

gale: this is no passing whim, trust me. if i can obtain that crown, it will affect us all. it is not a decision i'll take lightly. gale: it's our future that i'm thinking of - we can't rely on anyone else to do it for us. gale: for now - we've learned all we can.

neither are his relationships that we do know of (namely elminster, tara, and morena) frequently changing. they are marked by years of mutual respect, care, and consistency. there is nothing unstable about them. while it's important to note that his relationship with tav is still in its honeymoon stages during the main game, there is no inclination of any push-and-pull dynamic between them whatsoever.

gale isn’t preoccupied with keeping up some sort of benevolent act in order to win (back) affection — he genuinely IS a good person and he proves this at every turn. moreover, to have a tressym become your familiar you must be of Good alignment.

(taken from tumblr user galedekarios's post.)

there is never a moment where his ideals or alignment suddenly change. in fact, i’d argue that he and wyll are most consistent in this regard when compared to the rest of the companions. gale makes his moral standpoint very clear from the beginning on and also explicitly states that he believes that in order to survive this entire ordeal it would be selfish of him if he wouldn’t be willing to compromise on his morals. this isn’t a sudden bout of ✨muahahaha wizard hubris✨ that he barely contained to hold in before, this is yet another act of selflessness — it is what he’s willing to do for the group and subsequently, the welfare of faerun.

player: i love unsavoury things. don't feel guilty on my account. gale: that's good to know. although i should say i do what i do out of a sense of utility and pragmatism, not a love of the unsavoury. gale: we're up against the greatest threat faerun has ever faced. i don't mind getting my hands dirty if it gives us a better chance of surviving. gale: whatever advantage i can gain for us. i will. and i refuse to feel guilty for it, no matter how much mystra's chidings might echo in my skull.

this is him, once again trying to be useful in whatever way he can. to give them an advantage, a slither of hope against seemingly impossible odds, so they might make it out of this in one piece. gale wouldn’t approve of those actions under normal circumstances, but their predicament is as far from any definition of “normal” as it can get.

gale is no fool, he realizes this is essentially about survival. he knows that he has no option left other than to tolerate, which is why he can be convinced to not immediately depart tav’s company even if they choose to commit atrocities. this is no character flaw of his or him displaying a previously dormant openness for cruelty, this is about recognizing the necessity.

player: you don't stand a chance alone. you're free to go. i dare you. gale: gods damn you - you're right. few things are more powerful than the will to live.

gale: i thought the orb to be the greatest of my sins, but i see now that there are darker depths to which i might yet sink. you may be content to sink into that abyss, but i assure you - i am not.

gale doesn’t lead a split existence. he has a very strong sense of identity. he knows what he wants, what he doesn’t want and he isn’t shy in expressing his boundaries either. which he has especially shown when it comes to his relationship with tav. i originally had intended to touch upon this in another post entirely but: i firmly believe his entire Gale of Waterdeep™ persona is more of a performance than him struggling to find a sense of identity and trying them on for size. it is an intentional decision to separate gale dekarios from the great wizard of waterdeep, to create distance and make sure his family name remains untarnished in case things should ever go sideways.

gale: i agree. and on the plus side, if i get myself into any truly cataclysmic straits during the remainder of our journey, my family name will go untarnished.

there is also a deep-rooted feeling of unworthiness and his firm belief that love and praise are conditional resources that he will only be granted through his talents alone, naturally. presenting himself as gale dekarios, the man, would mean highlighting his shortcomings and very human flaws, while distracting from the aspects of himself that are deemed praiseworthy, the ones that actually matter: his magical prowess.

i personally believe that part of the beauty of gale’s story is him realizing just how “little” it takes for him to be truly content. he gets his happy ending, with someone at his side who truly sees him, understands him and unabashedly commits to him. they worship and adore him in return — and it is well deserved. he isn’t reduced to be constantly and restlessly searching for some unattainable ideal to fill the gaping void within himself. he doesn’t secretly thirst for more power still or believes that in being with tav he is settling for something. instead, he is finally happy to just be. be and be accepted. teaching a class of unruly wizards and coming home to his spouse each day already fulfills him.

gale: that's how i feel with you - content. it's a rather unfamiliar feeling, i must say. not something gale of waterdeep ever craved.

even if he doesn’t pursue a romance with tav, he reaches a realization of “oh, it appears i am not irredeemably flawed and only able to reach true redemption through my own death. what i needed was actually with me all along.” throughout their journey and through his friend's support. i think that’s a very powerful and comforting message. he is very well capable of finding peace within himself.

devnotes: his default state is that he returned to waterdeep and became a professor of illusory magic at his former school, blackstaff academy. general vibe here is that this is a gale who's found peace with himself - he's a great teacher, one his students are mostly in awe of.

to repeat myself: sharing your headcanons is all in good fun, nor should you ever be discouraged from doing so. this is your personal tumblr experience, after all. but i personally think we should be mindful of unintentionally perpetuating negative stereotypes, such as narcissism being a general indicator or being deemed a classic depiction of bpd. i think we can all agree that the continuous longing for acceptance, connection, praise, and approval is something we all have in common deep down, regardless of whatever disorder we may have. [insert victoria justice meme here]

gale may be many things to many people, but he is no entitled narcissist.

[0809sysblings]

song: ROT FOR CLOUT by JamieP

[transformer-hardlyknowher]

Evacuate

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn on the writing

Alex was hungry.

They had been for a while, cons of being on the run from the police, but this felt, different. They had an intense craving for meat for an unknown reason, but it didn’t felt like enough.

They had been staking out back of some fast food joint, waiting for the employees to leave so they could sneak in to grab something. Clyde had suggested they just break in and have it dispose of any witnesses, but Alex was adamantly against that for obvious reasons.

They had been hiding behind the dumpster for about half an hour, waiting for what felt an eternity. They heard a rustling behind them, and saw the manger locking the door up for the night.

Alex’s stomach growled looking at the person, something inside them needed something from him. Something he had.

Memories, emotions, what makes the core of a person. His soul.

Alex scrambled back behind the dumpster. What was wrong with them? That was a person, another human being. What was even happening to them?

You’re not human anymore little one, and you won’t get to pretend for much longer.

Who was that?

They looked over the dumpster, looking at the manger as he climbed into his car and drove away. It wasn’t him

Also the voice sound more feminine

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was happening to them?

[moonlit-femme]

Duality is an art form that I’ve come to master and appreciate. I love being the bouncy and bubbly femme in the streets. With my partner beside me, their arms firmly holding onto my waist both protectively and possessively. I’ll be sweet and doting to them, kissing them in the cheek and leaving marks on them from my tinted lip gloss. All before I whisper in their ear, “I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

Momentarily they’re caught off guard. Their breath stuck in their throat as I let out a small laugh as we continue on our way. And I let the thought of what I will do with them swirl in their mind.

As soon as we get back to our shared home, once they close the door behind them they’re pressed up hard against the wall. Parting their lips slightly as I kiss them hard and long enough to take their breath away. Their chest is heaving and I can taste them on my tongue. As always, I’m hungry for more.

My hands reach their neck, tracing upwards and lightly grasping at it. Not squeezing, not yet. I tilt their head up and to the side and I allow myself to devour them. My teeth lightly grazing the skin before beginning to bite down. Hard enough that they let out a cry and a whimper but not hard enough to break the skin. I let myself take my fill of them, leaving marks all over their beautiful body.

I pull away and admire my work before kissing them again one more time….

“Kneel.” A single word is spoken making them drop to their knees, like the good sub they are for me. They’re eager and willing, taking the time to worship the very ground I step on. Lifting up my pleated skirt as they take a moment to take it all in. My beauty, my power, my control over them. They’re almost hypnotized. So deep into their headspace that nothing can pulled them away. Before cloth is pulled away, and their tongue begins to explore more and more. Tasting the sweetness of their idol…. of their lover.

[basilone]

y'all have got to stop interacting with posts that contain uncredited gifs istg

using my gifs in your post without crediting me gets you blocked without pardon, I am sick of chasing after credit for my work

(also in that same vein: gifmakers can see when you use their gifs with credit because we get a notification if you do, and not every gifmaker wants their gifs included in other people's fics/posts. please try asking us first, esp if you want to use it for explicit content.)

[yukeet]

WHOO this took forever! for @rozugold ‘s awesome dtiys :)) it’s meant to look like a polaroid with scribbles on it but i’m not too sure that worked out haha

just the drawing without the extra stuff under the cut :)

[citrusinicake]

goin back to my straw necked ibis avian pearly pop :>

[sinful-karateka]

I've been working on likeness studies, so I thought I'd share how I visualized Eli in Boys of Stupidly Optimistic Grandeur (for the most part). This is assuming Hawk reverts back to Eli hair for graduation, immediately after Sekai Taikai.

For Our Flight With Chance, the 5 year skip has been rather... unforgiving to his hair lol. I initially went with a grown out buzzcut for size, but it got really sad for him too quickly.

There's your visual aid for now I guess!

[aroninshonour]

Just thought of a scene for Amnesia!Jay and I'm so gonna plug it in right here :)

(Think of this as a scene for a random ah fanfic or as a minific or something)

His computer screen glows brightly in the dimly lit office. A man sat slouched, his face resting on his hand as he scrolled through the Ninjago News of the past. He has no clue how long or how far down he's gotten. Just that he knew he was searching for something.

Who was he? Before....all this?

He scrolled, looking like he hadn't been looking for anything at all. He'd been used to doing that by now, knowing the trouble he'd get in if he ever got caught searching for things outside the administration's approval.

His finger stopped scrolling.

Thats him. He sat up a bit, staring intensely at the screen infront of him.

He studied the picture he was looking at.

Him. Wearing what looked like a party hat. It had blue and orange stripes on it. There was another blue and orange striped hat, this one however, sat atop a metal...no, titanium...person? Robot? Droid? Their outfit was white and gray.

Then there was another hat type, this one green with red dots around it. Someone with brown, spiked hair and a red outfit wore it. So did another person with black, long-ish hair and a black and orange outfit. And another...a woman. Her black hair tied up in a pony tail, her outfit gray with bits of blue.

She smiled at him.

Jay stared at her picture, her smile, she was so...perfect.

But...who, are these people? Who was the little toddler who danced infront of them as they sung into a microphone?

He read the caption. The Ninja having saved ninjago once again, dance and sing to their victory!

Ninja...

The word rung in his head. Was that who he was? Who he used to be?

The word sounded so familiar. The picture replayed in his mind. The scene felt so familiar in on it's own. She felt so damn familiar, they felt so familiar but who are they?!

Why were they so close yet so far? Why couldn't he just remember? They felt so familiar yet so strange to him.

He scrolled a touch farther down the article. There was a video. Reluctantly, he clicked it.

He stared at it as it played, sounds of singing and toddler babbling played, music in the background.

Then it stopped, it was over. Jay sat in silence for a moment.

His face scrunched up, his eyes seeming to gloss over as he clicked it again, and again, and again.

He was so frustrated! Why couldn't he remember?! Why was his mind so...so, insistent on forgetting?!

He wanted so badly to remember who he was, Where he came from, who his friends and family were.

But....

He couldn't. He couldn't remember.

As his frustration lingered, his gut churned, he lay his head in his arms on the desk and cried. Quietly, but he cried. He was so tired. Exhausted. He just wanted to know who he was...who he used to be.

.......

Calm once again he sat back up and studied the faces in the picture intently. He knew them at one point, and now he was going to find them.

The administration isn't going to stop him anymore. Not if he makes it out at least. If he knew these people, maybe they're important. Maybe they know his family, maybe they were his friends. Maybe the toddler in the picture is grown up a bit now. It couldn't have been that long right? He still looked almost exactly the same as he did in the picture.

He packed up a few things in a small backpack, food, water, money that he got from the administration. (Hopefully it worked outside the administration...)

He left. Didn't even turn back. Snuck through the doors and left.

He was going to find these people. Or at least...he hoped too. If they weren't gone or too far lost.

He shook his head at the thought. No time for that he thought as he ran as far as he could from the place he'd lived for...well, as long as he could remember.

......

He made it (Undetected, as far as he was aware) to a place people called 'The Cross Roads'. Maybe he'd find them here.

He took a look around, unsure where to go. (He did think he seemed a bit out of place though...still wearing his formal attire) His look of confusion shifted a bit to suspicion as he noticed a boy pointing at him as he talked to the girl next to him. The boy wore an orange hoodie with blue jeans. The hoodie had a dragon imprinted on it. His hair was black and curly. The girl wore her hair in a ponytail, it was pink with cat-ear headphones on her head. Her left arm looked to be prosthetic. Her white outfit held pink and golds and dark blues. A cat key-chain as well.

It reminded him of the white gi he saw on the titanium droid in the picture. The two stared at him a bit wide eyed. It...kinda freaked him out a bit.

The boy began to run towards him. He froze unsure what to do.

"HEY!" The boy shouted as he ran up. Jay smiled awkwardly, as he stood perfectly still, as if it'd make him invisible.

As the boy made his way up, he slowed to a stop and bent over to catch his breath a bit. The girl now appeared behind the other.

"Uhm...Hi?..." Jay paused for a moment. "Do I...know, you?" He awkwardly smiled again.

The curly haired guy stood up again, (He was a lot taller than Jay expected) his hands curled into fists infront of his chest. His eyes seemed to *literally* shine like stars as he smiled breathlessly.

"Are you Jay Walker?!"

[bloo-the-dragon]

*holds nebula like hamborger* what am i to do with you.