#story of my fucking life tbh

[sceletaflores]

Okay I gotta know what sitting at the left hand of god is about because that name EATS

oh em gee hi abby love seeing you here 🤭

this is the title of my van helsing fic that i started november of last year...don't ask. the name is a twist on the saying 'sitting at the right hand of God' but i just switched to left! i really don't know why i switched it to the left, it just felt right.

this fic is centered around van helsing and witch!reader! it's technically an established relationship but there is a first meeting flashback scene. it has lots of religious imagery and symbolism because it makes sense but also because my religious trauma kinda popped off without my permission...whoops.

i actually have a sneak peek for this one! since it's been sitting in my drafts for months...but let's just ignore that.

𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝…

the last place you'd expected a man like gabriel van helsing to be is the bed of a witch...

Van Helsing didn’t utter a single word as he met the eyes of each person in the crowd, his gaze heavy with an aura of dominance that swirled through the chilled air. It was enough to make a few of them falter, the torches in their hands trembling as the confidence drained from their faces. Then, his voice cut through the silence, low and steady, yet dripping with power. “I know what darkness looks like,” he said, his tone echoing like a distant thunder. “And it isn’t this woman. But if you insist on seeing evil tonight…” He let the threat linger, a shadowed promise that sent chills down even the bravest spines. “So be it.” With that, he raised the crossbow he wielded like a second arm, not a trace of hesitancy in him as he fired a bolt into the dark night sky. A clear warning. Screams rang out from men and women alike, many dropping their torches and bolting for the trees. The priest lingered, a lone figure gripping his torch, trembling in the presence of Van Helsing’s unyielding gaze. “Go,” he commanded, his voice cold and merciless. “And pray for forgiveness that God may save your soul.” With a final shuddering breath, the priest dropped the torch, the flame extinguished upon hitting the damp ground. The darkness surged around, swallowing the last glimmers of the wrathful fire.  As the last echo of fleeing footsteps faded into the dense forest, silence settled over the clearing like a veil. You dared to lift your gaze, finding Van Helsing’s eyes on you—intense, steady, and softened. With a graceful sweep, he moved towards you, breaking the fragile bonds of their hate like mere strands of silk. "You are safe now," he said, extending a hand toward you. His touch felt like a warm embrace, a promise that the shadows would never claim you again. You gazed up at him wondrously, wide eyes shining with awe. “Are you not to slay all monsters before you?” A fool’s question, one that should have cost you your life. Your frantic eyes searched his face, but you found no heavy look of wrath clouding his features, no disgust in the brilliant green of his eyes. His gloved hand, warm and strong, rose to your face, thumb brushing against a small cut decorating your cheek. “You’re no monster.” His voice was low, rich like dark velvet. He tilted his head slightly, regarding you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. It was only then that you finally understood. Gabriel Van Helsing was no mere tale, nor a legend stretched by eager mouths. He is of flesh and blood, a man carrying a tempest of conviction that no cleric's sermon could ever conjure. A man burdened by both faith and sin alike, someone who walks the line between salvation and damnation with every step. He was beautiful.

kisses!

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[namiweiko]

An important part of Jayce and Viktor’s story that some people tend to forget is that they don’t have nearly as much input on hextech as some people think they do. Like yeah they made it but they have to grovel in the dirt to get the funding to continue making it. They are not the ones in charge, not by a long shot. Jayce talks about how they always have to do what the council asks of them (building the hex gates, stabilizing the crystals, etc) and how they’ll finally take back hextech for themselves once they fulfill their demands (they don’t even get the chance to do that!). If they even thought of trying to provide hextech to the undercity before that, they’d definitely be immediately shut down.

Jayce was extremely influential at hextech’s prime, yes, but he will NEVER be on the same level as the ones who fund his and Viktor’s work because they are old, old money and he was born as the son of a lower house. Though the Talis crest flies during progress day, the hex crystals are held in a case with a Kiramman crest. Hextech wasn’t theirs, really, and it’s why Piltover continued to rise to even greater heights while Zaun was left in the dust to rot.

EDIT: check reblogs for addendum

[bacchuschucklefuck]

pygmalion and galatea for aroace people

you should tell your friends what I look like, riz gukgak.

[royaltea000]

You know you’re gone when you start playing dress up doll with a character :/

[feroluce]

So I went to the wiki page for the henghill Bullet & Brain mission of 2.2 looking for some dialogue I had missed and

a) I found something incredibly tasty that slotted into some other thoughts I'd been having, more on that on another day, and

b) I saw this super fun little trivia at the bottom, which!

I knew Penacony characters like Boothill took a lot of inspirations from old movies, but I didn't realize it was even in his and Dan Heng's relationship, that's so cool!!

It fits them very well, it's such a fun reference. "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" was an old buddy Western film (from 1969- nice) about a pair of outlaws. Butch Cassidy was the leader of a gang, and described as clever, affable, and talkative. Meanwhile, his closest companion, the Sundance Kid, was known as a man of few words.

Cassidy's original birth name was much more plain, but similar to Boothill, he took on a new moniker when he became an outlaw. "Cassidy" had been the last name of his beloved mentor, who taught him how to shoot and ride. And Sundance Kid was known as he was because Sundance was the name of his hometown, and it was the only place that had ever managed to catch and jail him, back when he'd been younger (also similar to Dan Heng, but ouch).

These two stick together like glue throughout the length of the film- through Cassidy's leadership of the gang being challenged, through a train robbery gone wrong, through being pursued by mercenaries, and even through fleeing to Bolivia and trying to start over together.

I don't want to say too much more, since the mission title is referencing one specific movie that I've never seen. I kinda wanna watch it now, though, just to see the inspiration that went into Boothill and Dan Heng and how they get along. I just think it's really sweet that these two were literally made to be the best of bros, how lovely is that. 💕

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

Tired of every conversation with my mom having to get filtered through her own personal experiences like. You do not actually have an anecdote or a story about a relative to relate to every scenario and all she does is use them to invalidate current situations and experiences of other people. Most things are not in fact about you and should not be comprehended only through finding the closest relatable thing you did 40 years ago and considering that to be the ultimate example of renting or car insurance or job hunting or college. Not everything is like something else and everything should be considered in context

[dark-elf-writes]

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts of healing my inner child by writing original fiction again but the problem is everything I want to write is like holding up a mirror to very specific circumstances that if put to paper would be seen as too ridiculous or like signing my full legal name and social security number in blood and leaving a fingerprint behind for good measure… you know?

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

I've been looking for this one au where Len basically becomes a mad scientist and turns his friends into robots one by one for a while now, and I'm beginning to realize that I just read through your blog while half asleep a few months back and mixed together my memories of your flower hivemind and composite au

this is very funny to me. i'm absolutely honored this blog's posts were enough to evil-farming-game an entire vocaloid au into your memories 😂

i can give you this doodle; it's composite au but i'm sure it'd fit very well with this theoretical mad scientist len au lololl

[foldingfittedsheets]

I just woke up so I’m groggy and somewhat brain dead, but I just realized your pickle post sounds like a 4chan thing. And I’m so sorry

tangentially related, your text posts and your comics do not have anything approaching the same vibe in my brain, which is NOT a complaint or criticism, honestly I love that for you, but it did make it hard to remember who chewed pickle cud.

I exist on a spectrum of extremely wholesome love stories to absolutely deranged pickle freak and it's okay that it's hard to hold those two in your mind at the same time.

But I feel like it's also a good object lesson that people are multifaceted and the batshit stories and experiences I write about are just as much a part of me as the soft squishy lovey romantic stuff.

[torchickentacos]

There's a fascinating intersection that you can find on youtube of 'middle aged Nicholas Cage fans uploading clips from Con Air' and 'John Egbert icons in the comment section'.

[caluupin]

Father!!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[your-local-bi-guy]

i want to crumble into the ground

[todayisafridaynight]

ohhhh my god im going to fucking throw up thinking again about the scene where sawashiro almost lopping off ichi's pinky parallels the scene from earlier where arakawa's mom threatens him with scissors

[ejga-ostja]

DAY 19: Woodkid- Land of All

- I wanted to make this drawing about how Jordie came to Ketterdam wanting to build a new life for him and his brother, but instead that city meant his death.