#love from Aims

[petriquors]

helllooo maria !! ^_^ wanted to pop by and wish u a happy weekend !! also let’s discuss bg3 teehee >:3 !! tell me about ur playthru & ur tav !! i wanna know all !!

Happy weekend Aims! I have no plans so that means I'm playing a ton of BG3!!

I have three active playthroughs and I'm starting a fourth today 😭

Aine is a half-wood ef roguelock romancing Halsin. She's an orphan from Baldur's Gate whose parents were also petty criminals, but she's grown up into a staunch believer in equality who thinks Baldur's Gate is a failure of a city, but she's going to protect it anyway because if you have the ability to help someone, you should. One really cool thing I did with her was make her guardian look like her father, but then act 3 happened and [spoilers].

Jacinth or Jas is a dark urge drow light cleric who was supposed to romance Astarion...but I found that playing as a drow gets you kind of a free pass to go wherever you want in act 1, and I didn't like missing out on roleplay opportunities, so I'm probably not going to continue with her (sorry girlie).

Saccharine or Rina is a pink tiefling bard who's going to be romancing Gale! As I was making her, I said to myself "The bard armor is so ugly. The first thing I'm doing when I get off this ship is getting her better armor and dying it a nice color. Honestly, she'd probably say the exact same thing." She's my pretty pink agent of chaos who's good-naturedly silly and prefers to laugh through the pain. I accidentally used the same hair for Rina and Jas oopsie.

And my currently unnamed fourth Tav is going to be a dark urge paladin who will romance Astarion. She's going to react with absolute horror whenever the dark urge makes her do things, which is why she needs the pretty vampire man to show her that the urge doesn't make her a monster. Aw!

Pictures! L-R: Aine, Jas, and Rina

[datcravat]

[yeetusthemighty]

I AM STILL WORKING ON DAY 8 OF NINJAGO INKTOBER

WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG THESE WERE MEANT TO BE SILLY AND LOW EFFORT

[anyways art style change again agsvsidvsjbsks i like it better already]

[canisalbus]

gothic lolita machete came to me in a dream

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[ruporas]

wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

this has been a roller coaster of a design journey but finally I can present you: class swap artificer!adaine and rogue!fabian

[boarloved-art]

ig ooomfie said i should draw xuanli and i kinda went crazy abt them whoopsydoodle

[detectivekirigirislays]

one thing i can't take seriously like actually is when someone tells me that bkdk have a 'brotherly' bond. like idc if u see them platonically like that's fine too, but BROTHERLY? 😭

"Their feelings become one" bro if my feelings became one w my sibling as we both gaze lovingly into each others eyes i'd be freaked tf out cuz wtf...?? 🙁

anyway have some silly pics of them

[jareaulover]

I love reid so much but if I hear another person say "I'm not watching Criminal Minds: Evolution because Reid isn't there" I'm going to throw something!

What about JJ! What about EMILY! What about PENELOPE! What about TARA!!! DAVE? LUKE?

DO THEY MEAN NOTHING TO YOU???!?!!!!!?!!!?!?@

[sickfreaksirkay]

gerald morris understands lancelot like no other author

[faulix]

i can't even be surprised anymore by the several psa's i've seen telling people "hey maybe you shouldn't ship with characters that are rapists" bc i've seen many selfshippers be blatantly misogynistic to begin with. i already see many who ship with characters that outright treat women like trash, the fact that they would need to be told "hey maybe you shouldn't draw yourself kissing a rapist" is not surprising nor would i expect them to care. i really do get disappointed with the amount of shippers who seem genuinely unable to practice critical thinking in how they engage with media involving these things, especially because i feel like the misogyny of these characters is deliberately ignored in favor of loving on a "conventionally attractive" man who looks like he ~serves cunt~, but again, it gets lost bc it's such a trend in selfship circles. misogyny is just a small detail to selfshippers in the grand scheme of things

[steddieas-shegoes]

cw: mentions of scarring, canon-typical violence, flashback (not graphic), minor body horror (again, not graphic, mostly just emotional feelings about scars)

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Everyone gave him weird looks when they walked in, quickly schooling their features when they noticed he was awake and watching them.

He didn’t know exactly what that was about.

They had him on a lot of good drugs.

But eventually he got weaned off them, and he noticed the pull of bandages on his side, and his arm, and his neck, and his face.

He was still unable to get out of bed. Still couldn’t even reach his arms above his chest for more than a few seconds.

But he damn sure reached up to feel the cloth and plastic surrounding his cheek. How had he not noticed for days? How had no one bothered him about it?

Maybe they had and he just didn’t notice. The morphine was one hell of a drug.

Wayne was soft, patient with him. Saw him touching it, saw the way his eyes filled with tears. He’d never been particularly vain, hadn’t cared much about what he looked like to others, but this felt bigger than that. This felt like he was changed in a way that everyone could see.

Add it to the list of things people could bully him for.

He cried himself to sleep, Wayne’s hand in his, silently comforting in the way he’d always done.

When he woke up again the next morning, he was alone.

It was the first time he’d been alone since the boathouse.

He could swear he heard bats outside his door, screams coming from the attached bathroom, flashes of someone dying on the ceiling.

He felt the sharp sting of teeth puncturing his skin.

He felt hopelessness creep into his bones as he gave in.

Maybe this time they would finish the job.

“Eddie!”

Steve Harrington’s voice broke through the thoughts, panicked enough to bring Eddie back to his hospital bed within a second of hearing it.

“Shit, are you okay?” He continued, hand brushing against Eddie’s bandaged cheek.

Eddie nodded once, closed his eyes, leaned into the touch.

He could blame it on any number of things if Steve felt weird about it. The morphine, the flashback, the loneliness.

“You’re okay, Eddie. I promise. Won’t let anything happen to you,” Steve whispered.

Eddie believed him.

He fell back asleep with Steve’s hand gently cupping the mangled side of his face.

If Steve could still touch him there, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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Steve came by every day, sometimes in the early morning, before visiting hours officially started, sometimes well after Wayne had left to get some sleep. He always smiled when he walked in, a genuine one, not the one everyone else gave that was so fully of pity and pain he couldn’t bear to make eye contact. He sat down on the side of the bed, not the chair like everyone else, not scared to be close.

And every single day, without fail, he would run his finger along the edge of Eddie’s bandage on his face, watching his own movements and cataloging any changes.

Eddie sat quietly, still, scared to put words to anything happening. Scared to tell Steve what it meant to him to have someone acknowledge his pain in this way. Scared to think Steve could mean anything by it.

It was easy to pretend Steve was doing this because he cared.

Maybe he did care.

But he didn’t care the way Eddie wanted him to, needed him to.

So he stayed quiet, still.

He watched.

He fell asleep while Steve talked about his day, the kids, what Joyce made Hopper do around the house.

He woke up alone most days, but that was okay, because Steve would be there eventually.

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“You ready to get that thing off?” Wayne asked, gesturing to the bandage.

“Oh. Today?” Eddie suddenly didn’t want to ever be without the bandage. Removing it meant he’d see what was under it.

It meant seeing how much that place had ruined him.

The pull of the stitches hadn’t been as obvious with the pull of the bandage masking it.

But now it’s all he felt.

The nurse smiled at him as she put some antibiotic cream over the area, saying he would probably still have to keep it extra clean for the next week or so while the stitches did their job.

Wayne smiled at him in the way that meant he didn’t really want to smile at all, but knew Eddie needed him to.

Steve didn’t come.

Eddie didn’t sleep.

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He woke up with panic in his chest and a silent scream in his throat.

He woke up with Steve’s hand on his face.

Gentle, soft, but a strong comfort.

“Promise I washed them first. They said we have to be careful about germs,” Steve said quietly.

“You don’t have to. I know it’s…it’s gross. It’s ugly. I’m ugly.”

Steve shook his head. “No. Not gross. Not ugly. Alive.”

“Steve-“

“You’re alive, Eddie. You could have your entire face held together by staples and you would still be a miracle. You’d still be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, Steve’s charm wasn’t an exaggeration, was it?

He wasn’t even sure if the skin barely pulled together could blush anymore, or if the heat that should be on his cheek was burning on the outside the way it felt like it was on the inside.

“It’s gonna be awful when it heals. I saw it in the mirror.” Eddie could feel every stitch in his jaw, the few that spread across the corner of his mouth and bottom lip, the ones that were nearly up to his ear. “I’ll always have a crooked face. The scar will always be huge. It’s all anyone will see.”

“Then they aren’t looking.”

Eddie bit his lip, eyes searching Steve’s. “But you are.”

“No. I’m seeing. There’s a difference. I see you. I see what you’ve survived. I see the mark it left on you. I know it wasn’t just the scars that cover your skin.” Steve leaned his head down, touching Eddie’s forehead with his own. “We all have them. And we’re all still here. Your heart’s beating. That’s all that matters to me.”

“Who knew you were so good with words?” Eddie smiled sadly.

“Robin says I’m just good at not having a filter.”

“She’s right as always.” Eddie wrapped his fingers around Steve’s wrist, turning as slowly as he could to kiss his palm. “You’re not scared of it.”

“No. Are you?”

“I’m scared that you’ll change your mind when it’s always there as a reminder of what happened.”

Steve kissed his nose, making him smile for the first time in what felt like years.

“I’ll have the reminder that I got you out of there. That no matter what, the bats couldn’t finish the job. That you were stronger and you made it.” Steve let his hand drop, but quickly laced his fingers with Eddie’s. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you to trust me, but will you? For today?”

“Just today?”

“I’ll ask again tomorrow.”

“And what? Every day after that?”

Steve smirked.

His eyes were glistening with tears, but Eddie could tell it wasn’t sadness or fear.

“If that’s what I have to do.”

They hadn’t even talked about feelings, not really. Nothing that made any sense to Eddie, nothing that they could define. A part of Eddie was still convinced he was in a coma and dreaming this entire conversation up.

But even the nurse had noticed the way Steve watched him, how he touched him, how he fought for him. She said he’d been a firecracker from the moment he carried him into the hospital, dripping blood on the tile, staining the halls with his demands for help.

Wayne said he barely left his side the first day, only doing so when the doctors had told him they would call the cops if he didn’t.

Erica even noticed how things had changed between them, stating that she refused to watch her babysitter and the only DM she had respect for make out.

But Steve held Eddie, made him feel like he could get out of the hospital bed and live a life that wouldn’t keep him running. Steve was there.

Steve might even love him. If not now, then some day.

And Eddie could trust him today.

He could probably trust him tomorrow.

“Kiss me?” Eddie probably shouldn’t. The stitches tugged when he talked, and another mouth anywhere near his wounds was just asking for an infection.

But Steve would be careful. He knew what Eddie could handle.

It was barely a kiss. A graze of the lips at most.

But it was the best kiss Eddie had ever had.

At least until tomorrow.

[umbraastaff]

playing D&D with people who use the rules more strictly is so fun genuinely. now i can engage in tactics and character building. whehehe

[syrupfog]

It’s emoji time again

[tetzoro]

fun fact: i loooooove love love kuroo tetsuro ෆ

[idorukiss]

Xavier is an extremely jealous person, as you’ve seen countless times- especially when Lumiere is brought up. Wanting you to praise nobody but himself- not even your other coworkers or actors on TV. Wanting your eyes and heart to see him and him alone

Swooping to your side every time some potentially strange man approaches you, even if they were just trying to get directions. It warms your heart every single time. You always feel safe with him around, knowing your very own prince charming is there for you at all times

He will never admit why he particularly dislikes any positivity for Lumiere- sure it’s actually him under the mask, but at the same time they're nothing alike. Lumiere is up on a pedestal being the perfect hero. How can he possibly hold a candle to that? Especially when the him of today is the only version of him that you know

You love seeing the fun expressions he makes and swoon every time you see the affection in his eyes, and he loves to hear you say sweet nothings to him with the goofiest smile on your face. There's no way either of could second guess your feelings for one another, but that won’t stop the jealousy from him or the lighthearted teasing from you

He yearns for the day you can remember the him of yesteryear- from when you first got tangled up in fate and he lost you for the first time. Every time you call his name his heart sings just like back then, and he will hold on to every bit of that time he possibly can even if neither of you are the same person anymore