#little miss doomed by the narrative

[vague-in-vegas]

Favorite horror characters

Day one - Adam Faulkner Stanheight from Saw

"Can you see any scars? This is what they do, man. They kidnap you and they drug you. Before you know it, you're lying in a bath tub and your kidneys are on eBay."

[oyeone89]

zombie Jackie because both zombies and Yellowjackets have been on my mind lately

[robinfollies]

Been really pondering Fantoccio and the cursed citizens lately… like, if you’re stuck in a city for 15 years with some of your only company being these cursed globby versions of the people that used to surround you normally, you’d start to Notice Things that remind you of who they used to be, right?

[thegreatyin]

finally doodled the doomed victorian yaoi

[feralrosie]

Eryn/Zevran with song 52 ❤️

I hope you're happy with yourself. You made me write Zevryn for the first time in YEARS, but at WHAT cost. Look what you have DONE.

#52 Heaven's Light/Hellfire - The Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack

Spotify Wrapped - Short Story game

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There it was again, the whispers, the incessant singing that calls her from the shadows. It is louder now and its song more violent, as if the drums of war were hot with the beating hearts of those who live below. 

She doesn’t have much time left. 

It is getting harder every day, but she needs to shake it off. 

“Let’s pause here for lunch,” Eryn says, getting down from her horse and dropping her backpack on the floor. “I’ll fetch water.”

Taking only the two waterskins, the mage doesn’t wait for her companion’s reply. She turns on her heels and descends a slope towards a body of water. The whispering follows her on the breeze, underneath her hair and into her clothing. Shut up, she thinks. Shut up shut up shut up.

Her breathing quickens as the shadows grow around her. They’re too close now. She tries to focus on the path in front of her, on the water glistening under bright sunlight, but her chest is heavy. She is not sure if it was a rock or if her feet gave up, but faster than she can realise, she trips and falls on her knees. 

Where am I? Eryn is not sure if she spoke it out loud, being muffled by the choir of darkspawn beneath the earth. If she digs the shore with her fingers, will she see them? If she screams, will they hear her? Will they catch her scent? Will they know where she is? Do they know where she is? Where am I…?

She lifts her head, searching for the light in direct rejection of the darkness. Then she sees it. She knows this shore, knows these waters. This is Lake Calenhad, and towering in the centre of it is the Circle where she was raised. The whispering runs down her spine as the memories of the cold stone of the circle walls catch up with her. She can’t go back there, not again, not ever. But if she had never left it, there would be silence now. They wouldn’t be speaking to her. No. No, she won’t go back. She won’t—but then, where should she go? To the darkness? Down the deep, deep roads to her death? After all this time, all she has done, the people that she found and that found her, is this really what fate has in store for her? Oblivion? No. No, no, no, no!

A humming breaks the cacophony in her mind. It freezes time, pulls her out of the water and breathes life into her again. It is followed by… a lute? Opening the eyes she did not know she had closed, Eryn can hear the wind on the canopies around, and the lake water crashing against the rocks, pebbles rolling here and there. She feels the warmth of the sun, and turns her attention back to the hill she came from. She sees the smoke of a fire, and catches the smell of wild mushrooms on a pan. 

Eryn stands up, takes a minute to clean the dirt off her dress and fetches water. When she arrives back at the newly improvised camp, Zevran is resting against a tree. He sings an old Antivan song while his fingers dance on the strings of his lute—which he insisted on buying years ago, on their first trip to his home country. 

With his hair loose and his shirt half opened, he smiles at her, and Eryn can only catch a few words of the lyrics. Warm, light, glow, amor. She really has to practice her antivan. 

“Lunch is almost ready,” he says during a break in the song. “Are you alright, mi amor?”

Eryn can’t help but smile back. She puts the waterskins on the ground beside the rest of their stuff, and she feels lighter. Much lighter than what two litres of water should weigh. 

“I am,” she joins him by the fire and rests her head on his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she feels his arm moving ever so slightly as he continues playing the lute. “I am now.” 

When Zevran kisses the top of her head, it is as if the shadows never existed around her. At least, just for this while. 

[dragons-ire]

AU: Malachite

(Dawntrail late MSQ, Zone and NPC Spoilers below the cut)

Come ride with me through the veins of history

I'll show you a god who falls asleep on the job

And how can we win when fools can be kings?

Don't waste your time, or time will waste you

MUSE - Knights of Cydonia

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Malachite first made his career in Zoraal Ja's army - chosen to serve the King of Resolve based on his aptitude scores and personality analysis. He might have made a good Arcadion contender instead, if he had more talent for showmanship, and had he come of age only a little earlier.

Possessed of the feral soul of a fearsome scalekin and the skill of Turali-style twinblades, he saw the world outside the dome in the brief and ill-fated invasion of Tuliyollal.

He doesn't care much to talk about it.

After Zoraal Ja's defeat at the top of Everkeep and Queen Sphene's demise, he patiently filed for reassignment as a hunter. With war's end comes a disarmament, after all, and it seemed a good application of his aptitudes while Alexandria recovered from the upheaval.

And maybe: a remote assignment is the best place to be forgotten.

He's not sure how much time he has left. The Levindrake, the Turali biast soul he carries in his regulator, and the learning and wielding of its power has begun to take just enough of a toll, and he suspects that if his own soul hasn't already started to erode from the strain, that it's just a matter of time before it does.

He would like to spend that time being of use before he is forgotten forever.

[ghostlyheart]

Can I say something I think everyone is gonna hate

[artidoesthings]

yeah, this can go here too

Yet another oc !!! She is so cute I love her design

[godsequal]

watching danerys edits and all i can think about is how cora's story starts and ends where danery's does . danny's very existence is woven into the fabric of time , when all is said and done , coraline is there , waiting for the targaryens that do have that that calling to the iron throne - she's a witness , a built in advisor to warn the future of past because they're so delicately sown in time that repetition is the biggest downfall of the targaryens - she's a leader in her own right , but there's never been a moment where she's truly felt this calling to BE queen ; it's not her ( has she thought about it ? sure , what targaryen doesn't ? but a thought that remains a thought , &. a thought that actually becomes boring ) i truly feel like she lives because of danerys , have i thought this out in full ? not even a little bit . does it feel right , do i feel it in my bones that there is a thought here that i need to run with ? fucking yes . is danerys that bitch ? she is that bitch &. we love her !

[gayspock]

yellowjackets does not demonise teenage girls thats stupid. it does demonise vehicles though. you get near something with an engine and something evil will occur i promise you that.

[no1ryomafan]

Characterization discourse is so funny for me to watch because it’s people getting upset that a character they really like has their personality changed over time, whether this be because their a new iteration of the character in a new canon or their still in one canon but changed how they act because of different writers, usually to appeal to a newer fans which causes long time fans to be upset more often. It genuinely does suck to see a character you’ve liked possibly as early as your childhood be butchered by the writers just to try to appeal to a newer audience that they feel like a shell of them old selves, especially when this is a character you consider to be one of your favorites OR all time favorite…

But then I’m standing outside of this fire like “good fucking thing the only character I liked that has been reintroduced multiple times is from something that’s not really ongoing but also never fucked up his character to begin with!” Even if the trade of being a ryoma fan is some people just flanderize him.

[archietransdrews]

oh he did NOT narrativize jason all over again!!!

[wickedghxst]

every time i play honest hearts without interacting with the main story at all i have so much fun but if i try to talk to daniel at all every word he says makes me wanna shoot his brains out so damn bad.

[valandherweekofwonders]

i just want to stop feeling suicidal so constantly and i want to stop having my paranoia spirals and i want to have peaceful sleeps without night terrors and i want to feel safe in my body and in my own space and i want to eat and i want to not be so overwhelmed by my psychosis and i want to be over everything that kennedy did to me but i also really wish i could contact him again so i could deck him in the fucking face and then i call c and ask her what the fuck why the fuck did she do that and beg beg beg my family to leave the church that is so clearly harming them and dooming them to tragedies.... and so on...

[abitcaughtinthemiddle]

Photo credit @featherbow

We need to talk about this scene. Yes, I was taken aback by the ABSOLUTE WHIPLASH of flipping from Vaxleth angst to Scanlan pain to Perc’ahlia, -ahem, being together. What a bold choice and I think it’s bloody brilliant. Here’s why.

Not only was this scene a great way to showcase the Vox Machina romantic relationship drama all at once but it also foreshadows how we find each relationship at in the current canon.

First, we have our tragic, doomed-by-the-narrative couple: Vax and Keyleth (these two always break my heart). Each sitting on the other side of the door, alone, yearning for each other - so close but so far- the tragedy of Vaxleth is that Vax will never have enough time and Keyleth will have all the time in the world. Vax, blanketed by the sun doing down, nighttime creeping in. And Keyleth in her dark bedchamber: dark, cold, and alone.

Second, we have our short but sweet Pike and Scanlan. The future divorcees. From what we I know in the current timeline (admittedly I am behind in C3), after divorcing Pike, Scanlan is out traveling Exandria with his daughter. Pike is still connected with her found family of Vox Machina (again, as far as I am aware) while Scanlan has been more transient- him being the one to walk away after their miscommunication and missed connection. The sunset, beautiful and short lived.

Finally, we have my beloved Percy and Vex. We see them together (horny little devils those two I love them), in a moment of (to put it in a less sexually explicit way) connection and passion. They’re the only ones still together: ruling Whitestone with their horde of children (they’re just practicing that bit for now- haha). Perc’ahlia is the lucky couple of these three- defying their seemingly hopeless future together, becoming stronger through each other and helping each other grow and be loved. The warm glow of the light behind them.

Anyway, I can’t stop thinking about this. Well done, just well fucking done.

[anyataylorjoys]

Little Miss Doomed to the Narrative