#it just felt more effective

[my-opinions]

I’ve seen too much hate about Charles on Twitter so ✨character study✨ (except he’s a real person) and I’m dying. Please god let him win something I’m not doing well

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The problem is this: they have torn my heart straight out of my chest and painted the car with the blood its still pumping. And I let them, smiling graciously as they destroy me. They also tell me it’s my fault. That I was the one who didn’t fight enough. Bullshit. But they know I can’t do anything. I am tied down by my past, by my grief. They dangle it in front of me as if I was a cat and laughing when I can’t grasp it with both hands, like my pain is something they own. Sometimes they wrap it around my neck and choke me with it, like it was me who was supposed to go; punishing me for everything I remind them of.

They believe I was the one who took it from them. Hell I’m the only reason they still have hope, they know it and they despise me for it. They hate that I’m better than he ever will be, that I am more loved than him. He sits next to me, daily, laughing with me, or at me I’m not sure, pretending to give a damn. I think I hate him more than my grief. My grief I can conceal, hidden away beneath loveless relationships. But you all know about it, I’m bared to the world, fuck I can’t even mourn in peace. But him, God, well I can’t exactly wring his neck in front of the cameras. But they fall at his feet anyway, sometimes to their knees. They hate me more than they love him though. At least I’m winning something.

They take it out on me too. Making sure that everytime something inside me crumbles a little more, I know it was them who caused it; that it was them who are pusing me away with their mistakes. They place his burdens on my shoulders make sure I know that they’ll never love me. Not like him.

There was one before me. Golden. Promised. He had won before unlike me. His blood was blue before it was red. I got to love him. It is a privilege to do so. He was perfect in everything he touched, filling the world with much passion. But they betrayed him, destroying what he held dear. At that stage even you blamed him. You knew it was them. One doesn’t unlearn such greatness overnight. And while they were tearing him apart piece by piece, you blamed him.

Although you love me. I know you do. Well maybe not me, who could ever love me, but my body at least. It seems to be the only thing people want from me these days. My face as well. My dimples are selling more products than their godforsaken legacy ever could.

And yet they want to crucify me? Blame me? When I have given everything to them?

The problem is this: when my car is blue like the royalty in my veins and I am beating childhood friends who sit next to me, they will regret it. They will want to make me pay for leaving them, choosing rejuvenation. I was promised. Predestined they liked to call it. But it’s sure as hell wasn’t for them.

[that-wildwolf]

hey, remember being 18 years old and playing mass effect for the first time and it's got this like intense aura of being very small and very insignificant in a very big, very empty galaxy? remember playing mass effect for the first time and everything all of this is so new and mysterious, and it's 2am and you're sitting in a dark room in the light from your tv and you're playing through feros for the first time and you feel that this is someting very old and very ancient and you are somewhere you shouldn't be and you don't know what's going to happen or where you're going but you keep on. there's a tingling in your stomach and you're playing mass effect for the first time. the thorian is a milennia old sentient plant being. the rachni queen is old and telepathic and a hive mind and in pain. sovereign is an ancient machine that has not been built but is, and has always been, and this is something so alien and so unlike and beyond anything your human mind can comprehend, and this is something unexplainable and huge and as uncaring and indifferent as the empty galaxy around you. you're playing mass effect for the first time and you're walking on the surface of an almost completely empty planet with nothing but your two companions silently walking beside you and everything is so huge and empty and silent and you're so small and insignificant and it's so beautiful and so scary and you feel like you are on a rollercoaster about to drop down. you are playing mass effect for the first time and you're playing the mission on the moon and you stop and just look up at earth visible in the sky. you know this. this is home. you are playing mass effect for the first time, and the galaxy is so big, and you are so tiny, and everything is about to change for you.

[canisalbus]

The way you draw bodies, especially the way you draw hands, is so genuine. It's so nice to look at because it looks so natural, graceful even. The body language and expressions of your characters say so much without them having to say anything at all, it's masterful work.

Thank you! Body language and believably expressive hand gestures are really high on my list of priorities and I put a lot of effort in trying to get them right. So it's really encouraging to hear people notice them!

[al-luviec]

I got so insanely mad while drawing this

+ closeup and normalness

[aloonaram]

I desperately need fics of post s2 jayvik or even an au with s2 jayce and s1 viktor where we explore the change in dynamic after jayce suffers his own leg injury in the anomaly. Im sure people have already seen all the parallels and analyses of jayce and viktor’s injuries, but it’s just a concept really special to me,,,,there’s nothing more beautiful than connecting with someone experiencing a similar struggle—it’s just so much stronger because of your ability to truly empathize with the other. And obviously that’s ignoring allll of jayvik’s history. I just think there’s so much potential there to expand on the possibilities of their relationship.

[nyxpheros]

Couldn't get the cut idea of Mordin being a Biotic (a powerful one at that) out of my head. Then I had the idea of.. What if Mordins nephew was also a Biotic like him and taught his nephew some things he learned?

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets Day 15: Starvation

cw: drugging, substance dependency, starvation, emeto, sorta dehumanization, dissociation, nonsexual nudity, vague deathwish

previous // next

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 537

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He can no longer sit up on his own.

Too weak. In the sparse moments where he's coherent enough to think, the spy knows they're tapering off his rations. Hunger crawls up from his stomach like a swarm of ants, leeching what little strength remains.

He It is always trapped in a haze, but the haze is no longer big enough. It aches all day, unable to even sleep until someone brings another water bottle. Pain consumes its leg, hunger shivers in its bones. When guards pass by, it begs them for water, not food, wanting only to numb it all.

Sometimes they comply, but it's rarely enough. Are they taking away its relief too? Or has it built a tolerance to the drug?

(the thought terrifies the spy when he can comprehend it; the thought of never returning to himself)

It can hardly move. It doesn't want to move. When the stubborn thing inside tries to lift its head, there is only dizziness, more pain, a fleeting fear that this may be the end.

The creature wants none of that. No thoughts, no senses, only the drug that allows it to sleep.

They bring it water and it drinks and nothing happens. No fog, no sudden emptiness. It whimpers into the concrete for hours or days.

The bring it water and it drinks.

(no food)

It can't stop shivering, nausea twisting its empty stomach.

(why can't you do something why can't you move why couldn't you have held fast)

They don't bring it water.

Two guards, it can see them through hazy vision. Its eyes hurt, its head aches.

(this is different)

They grab its arms, dragging it out of the cell, bad leg howling, utter agony, creature howling with it, voice weak

(pathetic, could've ran, could've done something)

the movement and pain and nausea and dizziness are all too much after it's been allowed to feel nothing for so long and it heaves up nothing, bile on its tongue, tears in its eyes. They drag it somewhere and it hurts it hurts it hurts.

(could've turned it down)

would've died

(would've been better)

They have to hold it up, hands around and under its arms. Someone else is talking at it, but it doesn't matter. It hurts and it's cold, colder than the cell was.

(when did they take his clothes?)

It tries to vomit again, left with a sour string of spit clinging to its chin. Over, it just wants it to be over, just wants it to—

Its head jerks up so quickly it sees spots when it hears the snap of a bottle opening. The new person is holding it out

(smirking)

It tries to reach for the bottle, can't shake itself free of the hands, trapped. It can't make sense of the stream of words pouring from its mouth, but it can't stop them either.

pleasepleasepleaesithurtspleaseithurts

(you were supposed to be better than this you were supposed to endure–)

The man laughs.

“Damn. Guess you really can do a number on a guy without lifting a finger.” He screws the cap back on, ignoring the creature's despairing whine.

“Put him back for now. I think he's almost ready for some questions.”

[niymue]

i tried so hard to fight it but im just actually so disappointed with veilguard.

as a video game, its fine! the gameplay is fun and it’s visually stunning. but as a dragon age game it’s… not good. even if we somehow ignore all the massive world breaking lore inconsistencies, it’s supposed to be a story heavy RPG. but it’s so shallow, so surface level. there are so many issues with so many of the decisions the devs or ea or whoever made leading to the final state of this game and it’s actually so sad.

I feel like im grieving what could’ve been, making new saves in hopes it’ll somehow be better this time around, and it just isn’t.

[suguwu]

when aventurine masturbates—which he doesn't do often—he doesn't really think of anything. he just gets himself off with quick, almost perfunctory strokes. a means to an end.

then he meets you.

he still doesn't get himself off often, but there's a difference the next time he does. suddenly, you drift through his mind, and his strokes slow to something a little sweeter, a little more luxurious. he leans into the pleasure; lets it spark beneath his skin, kindling to flames. it's only for a moment, just a breath of indulgence, before he banishes the thought.

the time after that, though, he thinks of your tongue, wet and pink as it peeks out between your lips. he pushes into his own touch, his back arcing like a cathedral nave of muscle and bone. imagines that the pad of his thumb, wet with pre-cum, is the tip of your tongue lapping at his slit.

he cums hard.

after, he leans back into the opulence of his bed and stares at the ceiling. there's still pleasure dancing along his nerves, the quiet reverberation of a plucked string. he thinks of you curled up next to him, sweat glimmering on your skin like ocean spray, and rolls over with a groan.

you're going to ruin him.

[roots-symphony]

do you think the reason agatha’s trial felt weird is because she was the only one who did not actually buy into the mythos of the road since she knew the truth? like that was why no perspective change and all the other reasons why people thought it was a fake trial

[sovereignsystem]

Can we like, stop shaming people for having DNIs?

I don't understand why people think it's... stupid or "a chronically online thing" to have a DNI, like. It's a helpful tool? We read people's DNIs, not just to make them as comfortable as possible (by not interacting if we are on that list), but also so we can tell if we want to interact with someone.

Do people not understand that DNIs are mutually beneficial? Completely harmless? Just stating boundaries?

If you don't like someone's DNI or find it stupid for having certain things on it, Don't Interact With The Person.

It's literally the entire point.

-🧟‍♂️ (he/him)

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[thrucrax]

the veilguard curse.....i just want to play older bioware games; ALSO small rant where i really started losing hope in the story

I HATE GAMES....that make you go through a dialogue tree only to leave you with only ONE option to choose. i am thinking of one conversation with solas where rook's final and only option of dialogue is "I will do whatever it takes" or whatever and UGHHHH

I HATE THAT especially when i'm trying to run a character that would NEVER say that???

ugh i love roleplay games that make you play a character you didn't at all make /sarcasm

this is just an excuse to make a post about how rambert would never "do whatever it takes", he won't lie even to save face or earn trust.

[kheprriverse]

"Guh--"

I almost didn't give y'all this one but decided that'd be mean of me. Especially since this took me nearly 4 days to finish.

-> Part 2

[thegreatyin]

this nemesis ambition started out a little slow but I am getting closer to finding that bastard who killed my wife, and I’ll not rest a minute now that im far closer to on his trail

sorry got in character for a second

Anyways fun ambition so far very fucked up though

congratulations on joining the murder club anon!!!! depending on who you ask the name refers to either people who have murdered or people who have witnessed murder. usually both. actually extremely often both. it's a swell time you'll feel right at home (don't mind our collective skyglass knife collection in the back)

[videogamelover99]

Guys what if Fukuzawa is just...fucking lying about having an ability?