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#taz#taz balance#the adventure zone#magnus burnsides#the stolen century#by me#i thought i was strong#i thought i could do it#i made it 68 and a half episodes#johnchurch nearly got me a couple times#but god FUCKING damn it i forgot about magnus dying#;-;#but also the narrative parallels here????#can we talk about it??????#not all exits are made equal#etc etc
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Gale's desperate kiss at the end. I just can't even...
#bg3 gale#i have issues#i thought i was strong#but then i wasnt#now do i want him to blow up to make myself feel sad?
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ao3 is down, how far have i fallen to turn BACK to the reincarnation + isekai manhwa 😔
#i thought i was strong#stronger than this anyway#took me less than 24h#and i broke#cold duke of the north#take me home#ao3#ao3fic#ao3feed#manhwa#manga
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arcane season 2 spoilers
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"Can you feel anything?"
Viktor's foreign body shudders against his will; your fingertips trace down his chest, tingling, sparking, akin to little specks of light burning into his second-skin. The sound of your muddled voice barely registers. His head tosses back with a slight thud, hair fanned out as a halo. He allows your knees to bracket his waist, and keeps his arms sprawled above him — despite the aching in his dead heart to just touch you. The pulsing of the arcane beneath his system is hardly under control yet.
It would be a risk he's willing to take, a necessary step to learn, if it were anyone else besides you.
And Viktor does feel — so much, in fact, but it isn't anything explainable. The festering in his core, threatening to come up through his throat. The whirring, the throbbing of every muscle, rich with glowing rivers of purple. Shining with a mixture of magic and energy and his own blood.
He's only distantly aware of your hand when it reaches his stomach, examining the juncture between cool metal and unholy flesh. Gears and bolts mimic the outline of ribs. Your touches are curious, distinctly gentle. Picking up on old habits, and trying not to break him, still. Then, your palm reaches up; it boldly cradles his cheek, brushes his pallid skin. And this, he can sense.
It's familiar, human. Excruciatingly soft when your thumb brushes the space on his cheek, just above his beauty mark. It puts an easy feeling back in his chest, something he almost began to believe he'd forgotten. As warm as a shimmering sun, as molten as liquid gold.
Nothing else matters but this moment, but you, and him. There is no outcome, across each expansive universe and every edge of the arcane, where the two of you would not meet again like this. You were meant to. Born and reborn to.
Your gaze finds his, soft eyes glancing down at him, your expression crossed between pain and relief. You eclipse all of his vision: light fuzzy at your edges, your face a hazy memory that he'd still see with his eyes closed. You're a reminder of what it means to be alive.
Viktor doesn't envy you. You've told him of nightmares, before. Dreams you had before this, of your mind putting yourself through the tragedy of watching him die ages before you truly had to. It must be difficult to see him like this, despite your best attempts to hide any uncertainty.
Your hand shakes. He can feel it trembling, unsteady on his cheek. And every molecule in Viktor's system explodes, laced with the yearning to remember — to let hazy lovesickness swell within his palms and his new figments. To pull you closer, in an effort to convince himself you won't be taken away.
Every echo of you is innate. Your voice, your name, your fingerprints. Your presence has the Hexcore — or what's become of him, what has embodied the Hexcore — blissfully, endlessly silent. The way you look at him, soft and brutally innocent, puts a chasmic, vivid hole in his center. Gods, you still look at him the same, just as you did when the two of you were young and innocent. The rot in him tells him he isn't worthy of it.
Viktor's eyes swirl like kaleidoscopes. Drops of crimson swirling in pure water. Your brows pinch, a sight he finds frustrating and pretty, as you silently examine him. Emotions curl in your lungs, tearing and hungry and knife-like; stricken with attachment, or perhaps blaming yourself, Viktor figures.
Exhaustion runs heavy in your expression, reminding him of looking into a mirror. He knows this look. You haven't slept. Haven't given yourself any form of a break, it seems.
So, he takes a chance.
Your hand brushes some stray, messy strands of hair from his forehead, just as Viktor guides his weak arm to reach for you. You don't tense, don't move. He can hear your breathing, thinks he can still feel his. There isn't an ounce of fear in the way you look at him. You have always looked at him like he holds the world in his hands. And now, perhaps he does.
His hand finds your cheek, same as yours. Copying, following. Thin, delicate, purple-hued fingers trace the edge of your face clumsily, still learning how to touch. Still afraid the line between hurt and healing might be blurred, and you are the one person left that he can't let get caught in the crossfire. You lean into his palm, trusting, and let go of a breath that makes your shoulders shake with the weight of it.
Viktor thinks of crying, despite the press and pull in his chest that convinces him he shouldn't be able to. He can feel you. It isn't like the few touches he's experienced so far, or the aching, anomalous strength he's been forced to get used to. It contradicts the very constructs of everything he thought made sense.
Your skin is so soft, sickly familiar. Viktor holds your face shakily, afraid to move. He can feel your individual atoms. Innumerable sparks just beneath his touch, galaxies upon universes of stars in your name, that beg to be grasped, possessed, cured. He cradles you with all of the devotion of a prophet, with all of the tenderness of a past friend: an almost-destiny, a saved seat at the edge of something more.
Would clumsily pulling you in, and pressing his lips to yours feel wrong, or tangible — like nothing, or like everything?
"Vik?"
Your tone, sweeter than honeysuckle, sweeter than anything he might deserve, brings his vision back into focus. He blinks. Gaze never tearing away from his, your fingertips drop to thread the hard edge of his collarbone. A silent plea, can you feel this? You find each curve of his bones and his body easily, the details already memorized. Viktor senses the ghost of you, your touch gentle, something like home.
"I'm not sure," Viktor finally answers; and the scientist, Hexgate creator, still-ambitious part of himself is hardly satisfied with that answer. His voice is quiet, distant. As though he isn't there, despite the lingering, familiar tenderness to his tone.
The fried synapses in his brain can't yet separate a caress from a threat, he just perceives the lingering energy. He believes you could be the one to teach him the difference.
This time, you let your palm press flat to his chest. There's a hum that attempts to mimic a heartbeat, a lack of coolness or heat. The action presses your form closer to his, guides you to lean part of your weight on him to bring your faces far too close. Sharing in the same reflection. Allowing each breath to be measured, along with every hesitation.
What should he start with? Should he embrace you, holding you tight and close like you're sacrificial? Should he grab your hand in his, press his palm to your skin to measure your heartbeat? Lace his smallest finger with yours, to make you a promise like he used to?
He can't promise you peace, nor the life you deserve, but if you came for him now, was it not a swear to follow him anywhere?
There are still so many things left to feel, and every red thread has always begun and ended with you.
Can you feel anything?
Viktor guides a hand over yours, keeps it to his chest selfishly; he meets your gaze, he hums, "Are you eager to find out?"
#assorted thoughts about purple viktor because I have the strong urge to put my hands all over him#can you tell im distracting myself from the horrors#viktor x reader#viktor x you#arcane x reader#viktor arcane x reader#viktor arcane
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Do you guys fuck with the FNAF books?…
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#eleanor fnaf#fetch fnaf#mimic fnaf#fnaf vanny#fnaf vanessa#fazbear frights#fnaf gregory#andrew fnaf#twisted ones#tiger rock#security breach#fnaf fanart#fnaf anniversary#FNAF WEEK still going strong#today the FNAF book ‘VIP’ drops!#SO I wanted to make a lil tribute to the books!!#I tried to fit as many stories as I could into this one panel#IM ACTUALLY pretty happy with how it turned out#Vanessa shouldn’t be scared they seem chill 🙏🏾#idk if this is a hot take but I always thought the books were fun#especially the characters they are so cool#I gotta know which FNAF stories are your favourite
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I'm sick, I can't breathe, I could faint at any moment, I still have to work, I can't speak because I have no voice, my throat hurts so much, but I'm still alive.
#i want someone to hug me#i want to feel safe#im gonna faint#i cant breathe#i wasnt like this#i thought i was strong#but i feel like a baby#can somebody hug me and let me sleep on their chest#im sick#fuck this shit#im strong and independent person#i can stay alive
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Submas before i go to the trenches we call 'final exams'
#submas#subway boss ingo#subway boss emmet#pokemon#galvantula#eelektross#archeops#This is referencing on the sygna art i drew before#idk i like the idea that Emmet's pokemon clings a lot on him and he just doesnt mind#and yes i am well aware on how heavy these guys are#But the thought of Emmet being ridiculously strong to carry them is too funny to pass up
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"don't make it political!" .... what proportion of death and suffering must occur before politics are involved. if this isn't political, what is even the point of any politics, ever. of democracy. the words are "by the people for the people." if i am going to be left alone by my elected representatives to "figure it out" - to undergo damage, hardship, fear. what the fuck did i elect them for. what was their job. the entire point is that they handle this shit. this is why we were supposed to be electing leaders.
poverty is political. misogyny is political. gun control is political. climate change is political. how much aid a community gets is political. what the fuck are you talking about. it's been political this whole fucking time.
#to be deleted probably#i think aid should be REQUIRED to be bipartisan#ppl shouldn't suffer bc of how they vote. sorry. i'm never gonna be like ''ah yah x area deserves it''#..... they're people. they're human people. what the fuck is wrong with you.#this is nonspecific bc it's the same argument every time it involves things the right wing could have prevented#oh she died in childbirth bc of abortion laws? well nows not the time to make it#well he died bc his boss made him work during the tornado? well let's not make this#ohhh they died in a school shooting? thoughts and prayers let's all not make#there's a big fucking natural disaster that is strong evidence for oncoming ecological collapse?#welllllllll leTS NOT MAKE IT FUCKING POLITICAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11#WHEN WAS THE TIME???????????#PREVENTION HAS ALWAYS BEEN BETTER THAN WOUND CARE.#> stabs u . oh sorry that wasn't political#but also good luck in the hospital good luck with insurance good luck with medicine#good luck with disability support good luck w/ur job and taking time off good lucK!!!#refusing to allow politics into the matter means they get to shrug their shoulders and absolutely#refuse any fucking ACCOUNTABILITY#THEN WHAT WAS THE JOB FOR??? WHY DID I GIVE THEM THIS JOB???#WHAT IS LITERALLY THE POINT OF ELECTED OFFICIALS
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enough strong bads... time for strong sads (theres still a strong bad here)
[image description: a page of drawings of a human design of strong sad from homestar runner, where she is depicted as a fat, tan-skinned trans woman with gray and brown hair pulled into a bun and multiple piercings. she is wearing a gray sweatshirt, jeans, and steel-toed combat boots, and next to her is a note stating that she is trans and bisexual and that her pronouns are she/they. next to that is a drawing of her smiling and wearing a sloshy t-shirt, and above that is a comic of strong bad poking her in the stomach and saying "even her gender is my hand-me-downs", to which she stays silently angry at him. end id]
#i really like how she came out actually. like Yeah she does look like a depressed 18-24 year old film major#i gave her steel-toed boots to sorta replicate her soolnds. sorta#and under her sweatshirt she does still have a scar from Lil Strong Bad Shenanigans#i wanted the bun to kinda be their weird lil head dollop#i imagine its a pretty loose bun so it flops around#im putting way too much thought into this. i just like strong sad :o]#doc talks#my art#homestar runner#hsr#h*r#strong sad#strong bad
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#I'm being silly but ALSO I genuinely think a muppets/Ace Attorney collab would go SO HARD.#like what if muppets most wanted had been a court room drama instead??????? Do you see the vision#It's because they're both camp. They both have crazy goofy senses of humor and exaggerated characters and focus on friendship#and found family is so strong between both franchises also ok do you get me#it's not pictured but Gumshoe would be cast as Rolf I LOVE ROLF.#Also I do think that Miles running away after AA1 would be his am i a man or am i a muppet moment. and I won't back down on that#please leave your muppet thoughts in the comments or tags. Unless you hate the muppets and think this is dumb. in which case don't#ace attorney#ace attorney comic#the muppets#the muppet show#phoenix wright#maya fey#miles edgeworth#pearl fey#von karma#franziska von karma#miss piggy#kermit the frog#sam the eagle#fozzie bear#gyakuten saiban#my art
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I need to be sedated, I swear to GOD
#i thought i was strong#i thought i could hate them for at least a little bit#but NO#I AM WEAK#AAAAAHHHHHHH#(yes. this is about...them. you know who. the stupid motherfuckers from my banner. not mj tho shes cool. she aint stupid)
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part 2 to this (turns out he never got around to showing someone that mind reading crystal)
(part 3)
#cropped so stupiddddd bc tumblr doesn’t allow enough images to add each panel on its own 😒😒😒😒#had to collage these together bruh aghhhh#whatever#part 2 is decidedly less silly#no more brushing off those thoughts with silliness stanley 😇#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#gravity falls fanart#my art#rystiart#i loveeee making terrible low quality art of ideas in my head#i keep saying i’ll draw something better eventually but let’s be real#need motivation first to do that 💀#anyway erm#the stwins have a bro moment#communication is not their strong suit but ford’s trying here
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"Keep it."
Just a little post- Echoes of Wisdom scene from my headcanon ❤ This game is a GEM! I loved every second of it!! You guys had fun playing Eow? Cheers!
#my art#zelink#It's her cloak now#echoes of wisdom#eow zelink#eow tri#legend of zelda#zelda fanart#loz fanart#princess zelda#zelda#legend of zelda fanart#yeah she was accused of terrorism and dark shit but still Zelda ended up living her best life and it was glorious!#Whatever the itteration Link is ALWAYS an akward dork#Link has a crush#Everyone has a crush on Zelda#Link cant look at Zelda while speaking to her#echoes of wisdom fanart#link x zelda#I kinda really REALLY ship this Zelda with Dohna thought! They have strong Queenbosa vibe and I dig it!#Tri doesnt understand wtf is going on#Tri is sassy and i would die for them#Echoes of Wisdom was amazing#sheik fangirl
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#i thought i would be strong enough#im not#mouthwashing#curly#eeber#the left drawing makes him look like salad fingers…#i added the drawings from up top too … even thiugh i HATE that they’re just heads i’;l share them#i feel so Lazy just doing heads#but i like the cplprs i used so whatever
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"apparently if we do a miracle together it all works a bit too well" listen LISTEN i think this is why. i think the magnitude and power of that miracle they did together is what alerted the metatron and why he has come to separate them by all means, because they have not realized yet quite how powerful they are together and what that could mean!! this is why, i think???? they used to do each other's miracles and temptations for each other, but never with, and that could change everythign and could get in the way of certain Ineffable Plans (that i don't think are necessarily God's, looking at you villain metatrash)
#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley x aziraphale#aziracrow#ineffable spouses#gos2#good omens season 2#gos2 theories#my omens#i first thought the miracle was so strong bc gabriel's powers were somehow mixed up in it but#this is what crowley says in ep5 and#yeah it changed my mind#this is what i think now#they are a THREAT#to the ORDER OF THINGS#because of their LOVE
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Logan waking up from a night terror and stabbing Wade, and then having a panic attack because he was so out of it that when he gains just enough awareness all he can see are his claws in a vital part of someone he loves, but he doesn’t connect that it’s Wade and he’ll be fine.
#I had a strong thought about how everyone portrays them as loving violently when we know both of them love sweetly#my friend said ‘they love hard’ which is the most accurate phrasing for it I think#poolverine#deadpool x wolverine#wade x logan#Deadpool#Wolverine#wade wilson#logan howlett#shut up grandpa
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