#i'm going to bed now bye

[clusterduck28]

I think I finally figured out what the 28 in my url means! It's my subconscious trying to tell me that a 28-hour sleep-wake cycle is what's natural for my brain instead of this 24 hour bullshit everyone else is doing

Fuck the circadian rhythm, fuck the rotation of the earth, I'm living in a different time signature now, it's pretty obscure, you wouldn't get it

[beets]

baby, bi bi bi

[ratguy-nico]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!

Gente I know is no longer 1th of June but I really wanted to made something for the first day of Pride but didn't know what and than Full Moon happened and here we are

This was made in a rush, lit I made it everything today, but hey, is not half bad

DRAWING HELLUVA/HAZBIN CHARACTERS IS TOO HARD FOR ME

Not totally happy, I feel like I cannot capture the beuty sillyness of my gay clown just the right way, but practice make the master or something like that

If you notice I add some details to make it even gayer if even possible, So proud in that front

DYING

Very proud of this Sneak Peak I made myself

[sacred-coffin]

12 am time to post Coffin's first smut (real) (not fake)

Come get your tooth rotting Terzomega smut . or don't idc

[zhongrin]

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[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i hate doing laundry ough it's The Worst

[wildsaltair]

I want this picture tattooed on the inside of my eyelids

[nia1sworld]

💖Siblings💖

@e-icreator23

@yink07

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@yanair25

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@magm4kyy

[thatbuddie]

i need to be held accountable so this is my to do list for tomorrow (i know no one cares but you can pretend like you do):

write at least 3k for the eddiemaddie fake dating fic

read first chapter of "we could be so good" & "the rom-commers" and decide which one i'm reading first

read 75 pages of the book i choose

send at least 15 care packages for summerofbuddie

wash hair

answer work emails

start phd spreadsheet

[meownotgood]

aki moans.mp3

[sa1808fi]

Sooooo

I wrote a little thing.

This was supposed to be a very small preview to the next fic in my 'The 5 year wait' series that I was supposed to put at the end of my Undar fic.

But I didn't think it fit the vibe I was going for, and it felt a little out of place to end it off with this.

So imma just post this little thing here.

Lucy stared out at the starry night sky from her balcony. 

She‘d just finished a performance of one of her newest songs, and while she felt like she should be happier about her success thus far, and all of the smiles on her fans’ faces (too much like him, it hurts sometimes), she can’t help but feel a bit wistful as the anniversary for Batman and Watevera’s wedding is coming up. 

All of Syspocalypstar would be celebrating the peace that was brought five years ago, as the two systems joined together and stopped all of the fighting. But she and the rest of their group of friends would be mourning over the loss of one of their best friends. 

Emmet, The Special… her boyfriend. 

It’s been five years since they came back from the wedding and found out that he went missing on a mission to save them, and god, of course he went to save them! Emmet was like that! Sweet, loving, kind and caring! She loved that about him.

...

And yet… the last words she said to him were about how he should toughen up, change himself to fit in with everyone else…

Man upstairs, she was so stupid.

Why would she say that to him?!

And of all of the things she could have said, those were the last things he heard from her before he died. 

Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered his smile, the way he would always carry on with that happy-go-lucky attitude despite everyone around him trying to make him stop and conform to their dark and broody ways She did too didn’t she?. 

“God, I miss you so much…” She muttered into the empty air as she wiped the tears from her eyes, words washed away by the cold night wind. 

It had been years, and yet she still couldn’t move on from him, the declaration that he was dead after searching for a while still sat heavy in her heart. The knowledge that she would never see him again and couldn’t even find a body was upsetting. But it was like the others said, it would be better to move on. It’s what Emmet would have wanted.

“You deserved so much more than what I could’ve ever given to you” And it was true, he was so loyal to all of them, helping them through tough times, being that bright comforting light in a dark apocalyptic world. Even when they repaid him with scorn, demands for him to change, to leave behind what made him Emmet. 

...

“Hey, Wyldstyle! Come on, the fireworks are starting!” Lucy could hear Unikitty yell at her from the other room, excitement clear in her voice. 

The unicorn-cat hybrid would always get excited for the fireworks with a childlike joy that became infectious to everyone around her. She claimed that it was just because she thought the shapes and colors were pretty, but Lucy knew that it reminded her of the times that she and Emmet would sneak off to set off fireworks for celebration. The construction worker indulged the hybrid with that one explosive joy that they had claimed was too loud and would attract duplos with the bright colors.

She huffed out a fond breath at the memory, wiping away the remaining tears before getting up to follow the cat and meet up with the others.  

But not before sending one last longing look at the starry galaxy. 

“I don’t know when, but one day, one day I’ll see you again…”

[tricoufamily]

unedited build photos round 2

the landgraf's nyc apartment. i'm sure they do own a big ugly modern mansion in the desert somewhere but i don't have to show that <3

build by simsoletta on yt, slightly edited by me

[calumthoodshands]

[finelyageddragons]

Currently in love with the relationship between the Grey Wardens and being doomed by the narrative, especially with how the HOF subverts that relationship so here's a 3am rant about it. Enjoy! The wardens are ghosts. They are born by letting go of everything you had before and drinking poison to bind your fate to the darkspawn and promise that your life and perhaps more importantly, your death belongs to them. The whole joining is a terrifying experience, you're drinking the blood of monsters and seeing a corrupt god in your mind and waking up to see those who died around you and being told you'll meet the same fate soon enough you've just been given more time to get there because to sacrifice, to die is a warden's purpose. Even if you survive becoming a warden, your best case scenario is sacrificing yourself to end the blight but it's far more likely you'll die fighting darkspawn or even more likely lose your mind and have to go to the deep roads to be lost and have your death be your last act of defiance in the face of this overwhelming wave of evil waiting to rise again. The best thing that can happen to a warden is to die in a meaningful way because you gave away your life the moment you drank that blood. All you are now is a soldier waiting to die in war and hopefully take the enemy down with you. It is tragic and haunting and noble and so full of grief. Grief for the live you gave behind and for the one you'll never have. Every warden spends every day of their life hoping not for a future or any life for themselves but simply to make their death mean something which is an incredibly interesting mental state and I could go on about how that effects individuals and messes with their values so that corruption is rife but what started this whole thing is Fereldan.

A wonderful post by @sapphim (which I don't know how to cite but I wanna give credit so if there's a way please tell me) discussed how beneficial it was for the wardens that the fifth blight occured in Fereldan and how much they lost by it being solved so soon. To put it simply, they wanted to sacrifice Fereldan as a lost cause and use it as an example of why they wardens shouldn't be neglected. They wanted it to be known of how much of a sacrifice they make an how important their duty by letting the country of Fereldan be an example of what happens when no one is there to do it and that the narrative has doomed everyone, that the world's crimes will be paid for unless someone is willing to be selfless and bear the burden to give the world another chance. Andraste would have been a great warden I'm sure. In the eyes of the warden, Fereldan is tainted just like their blood, it is promised to the darkspawn just like they are, willingly or not it bears the duty that all wardens do and must make the sacrifice they do too. For the greater good. To stop the darkspawn. It's better you having a death that matters than a life that lasts. This is the psychology of the wardens and they are applying those same beliefs to all of Fereldan. Why must they be the only ones doomed by the narrative? There is no surviving this story and there is saving the world there is only killing the darkspawn before it kills you. Thedas is at war with the archdemons and until they're all dead, there is no peace, there is only preparing for the next battle. There is no building a life, no building a country, there is nothing to protect because it is all doomed.

The way duty and sacrifice and the promise of the Grey Wardens must alter their values and perspective on life is fascinating and there is so much to explore here but what's important for this post is that the foundation of their entire order is that they are already dead.

This then brings us to the HOF and cheating death. Duncan is like the grim reaper in Origins the way he comes and snatches your soul at the end of each origin which I honestly love and it ties in so well to the idea that wardens are ghosts given you die in every other version of the story without him but that's the story of all wardens. They all die a symbolic death at the joining so that's okay but then Ostogar happens. Flemeth happens. You should have died. Fereldan should have been lost. Remember, the duty of the wardens is dying not surviving but you did survive, snatched away by a god. Every other warden has died thinking their paying the price for an absent god yet this goddess not only favours you, she changed fate for you. Every other warden throughout history has paid the price but not you. Not Fereldan. You get to cheat the fate while it dooms everyone else. Can you imagine how that must have felt for the other wardens? How much they must hate the hero for stealing the martyr Fereldan was set to be and making all their losses naught but a tragedy when it could have been so much more? Not only did you escape your own death but you stole the value of theirs. You survived which goes against everything the wardens are made for.

Going even further than that, you have the dark ritual where you can actively choose to cheat death again. When every other warden has had to give their life, had to sacrifice and lose and grieve and poison their humanity as they did their bodies, you get to escape it all. Wardens have struggled for decades to have a foothold in Fereldan but you'll go so far as to choose their ruler for them without any consultation. You have been a warden less than a year, ended a battle that they prepared for over hundreds of years and sacrificed more hundreds of years fighting in the past and not only have you defied everything they defined themselves by, you have made them look like fools and decided their fate for them. You have stolen the meaning of the death of every warden, you have stolen their martyrs and the justifications for their actions and by keeping your own life and humanity, by resisting their poison you have made them all look like monsters.

The hero was doomed by the narrative as all wardens are but they rewrote fate, they stole their life back so many times and by surviving, they created a whole new narrative that ruined everything the wardens were built upon. The wardens were made to be ghosts, not heroes. They're meant to die and be remembered nobly so they can be redeemed for they had to do to get there but not you hero. You get to shame us all, don't you?

[armandposting]

hey why does madeleine say "yes he loves you" like she's answering a question. how loudly is armand projecting that question when he looks at louis that this baby ass vampire picks up on it. how insane that he's been hearing the words "I love you" from louis for what, two years now? and still all he wants to know is if that's real.

[cupcakesmoothie]

...So I may have went a little insane designing the MC from @psychopomp-enthusiast's Blade x Reader fic To Mourn The Living

Am I confident in my art skills? Lmao (No)

I am not rendering this (I did have an idea for the highlights but) it's 5 am oh god and if I don't go lie down right now I am not waking up tomorrow (Today at 8)

I tried to keep the design androgynous but well. Am Girl. So I am a little biased towards Reader being also Girl. I think I did ok tho

The first HSR fanart I've made and it's fanart of a fanfic. Typical me behaviour tbh

I did research for this for some reason like I stared really hard at a couple wiki tabs for a while (Haven't seen actual scales on either of our High Elders) and skimmed the fic again. The scales were specified to be silver?

While doing the aforementioned research I think I've crafted a theory? I somehow completely missed that there is more than one High Elder, like there are other ships that have their own High Elders too and like??? I'm making some connections??? Is this a "I've connected the dots" moment? Who knows.

I did think maybe the whole storms thing had something to with Jing Yuan and his Lighting-Wielding Thunder-Clapping Spirit-Squashing Lord (YESSSSS FIRST TRY BABY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD) but the whole thing with black hair and evil vibes just felt off to me. AND THEN. Until I get a reply on this/the fic gets updated I won't say anything further, but ough. I am so normal about the media I consume guys

I kinda felt like putting the scale pattern on the outfit was a little OOC since MC was mentioned to not really follow Vidyadharan customs, but I also figured they were close to Bailu and have horns so? Maybe?

I gave MC blue hair because Ice type. I was gonna give them really long hair, but then again, not a High Elder. The hair was mentioned to obscure their horns underwater tho so I think some length is fine?

It was actually really hard to find physical descriptions of the MC? I mean for a fic like this, that's actually a good thing, it gives me more leeway to do whatever I want but also literally one of the reasons why I don't do fanart is because I wanna be accurate as possible (This is probably some kind of anxiety thing, idk)