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wait no- you can't leave me hanging with this
this is my bedtime story, how am I to sleep ?
Itās the fourth time this week Eddieās been late without a phone call.
Sure, his job has him working weird hours - Steve gets it. But he also knows his schedule and he knows the days Eddie works at the bar til close and he knows the days heās supposed to be home before dark, and he hasnāt had a closing shift once this week.Ā
Yet he came home near ten tonight, and Steve had been worried and nervous and yes, sure, a little - a lot - insecure about it, and maybe heād lashed out first, or maybe Eddie had, Steve doesnāt know, but he knows theyāre standing in the living room shouting at one another and itās all coming to a head and he canāt stop himself, canāt keep from getting loud and angry andā
"Do you even want to fucking be here?" he yells.
"Not when you're acting like this!" Eddie says, and Steve's throat goes tight like there's a fist wrapped around it.Ā
Not when he's acting like this, he thinks. Not when he's being too needy. Too pushy. Too demanding.
Something in his brain feels like it rewires. Their relationship flips on its head, and suddenly fear is coiling in Steve's stomach, not anger.Ā
He'll lose Eddie if he keeps pushing like this. If he demands too much of his time, pulls him away from what he'd rather be doing, makes himself too much work, he'll lose him. Eddie always said he wasn't going anywhere. That he loves Steve, wants to be with him, will never get tired of him. Steve was a fucking idiot to take that at face value.
He feels sick to his stomach. He wants to apologize, wants to tell Eddie to forget all about what he said, wants to show how sorry he is, but between one moment and the next he's feeling like a guest in his own home, and he's very familiar with how it feels to be unwelcome.
So instead he shakes his head. Eddie wants to be left alone, probably. Doesn't want to see Steve when he's mad at him. Doesn't want to deal with him. He'll make himself scarce.
"I'm staying in the guest room tonight," he says stiffly, and turns away, only faltering a little when Eddie mumbles 'what the fuck ever' behind him. He flinches when Eddie slams the front door and closes the spare room so quietly it barely even clicks.
ā Eddie gets home late.
Like, late-late. Steve hears the front door open as he's staring at the clock on the bedside table, the bright red numbers burning into his vision. Why did they even put a fucking clock in here, he thinks. It's the guest room. Why did he insist on furnishing this room like someone might live in it? Like this was a home people would be in and out of, like their family would come and stay with them long enough to need an alarm clock on the bedside table?
Desperate, a voice in his head hisses at him, desperate and needy and full of wishful thinking that someone would want to stay around sad little Steve Harrington long enough to need anything--
Eddie's coming down the hallway. He's trying to be quiet, but he forgot to take his shoes off at the door and his Reeboks squeak a little against the hardwood. It's a familiar sound. Comforting, usually. It's how he knows his honey's made it home safe when he's out late, that tell-tale squeak and the little stumbles when he's tipsy and making his way through their home after a long gig.
There was no gig tonight, though, and Eddie's footsteps are steady and even despite the soft sound of rubber on wood. He isn't drunk, Steve doesn't think - and is that better or worse? That he left after a fight and didn't even go somewhere to drink it off. Where has he been, if not their usual bar to think about what they'd spat at one another, trying to think of solutions, of apologies?
And is Steve really owed an apology? He was overbearing. He was pushy. He was demanding and authoritative and too fucking much all over again, and Eddie lashed out in response, and does Steve deserve an apology after all that? He's been going around in circles with himself all evening about it, arguing in his own head, saying yes I deserve one because my feelings were hurt and no I don't deserve one because I lashed out first and how does he answer this for himself? He doesn't know.
He knows he'd do just about anything to make the empty feeling in his chest go away, though. Knows that he'd shove his hurt away and eat his words and apologize to Eddie and never, ever push again if it meant he knew where they stood. If it meant Eddie would forgive him and never storm out like that again, if it meant Steve knew he wouldn't be left alone like this to wonder if Eddie was coming back.
And he feels so dramatic - he can hear Robin's voice already, telling him it was just a fight, that there's no reason to get this worked up about it, but Steve can't help it. Slammed doors and loneliness are the soundtrack to his childhood and he can't help the panic he feels when someone he loves leaves.
"Do you want to be here?" he'd asked, like a fucking idiot, and Eddie hadn't said yes. Steve swallows around the lump that's taken up permanent residence in his throat. Reaches to swipe a hand over his face, rubbed raw, eyes burning with tears he won't let fall because what right does he have to cry? He brought this on himself. He always brings it on himself.
Eddie's feet are still squeaking their way slowly down the hallway, he's trying not to wake Steve - or is he just trying not to be noticed? Impossible, if Eddie Munson is in a room Steve is going to notice, how can he not? He's been yanked into that gravitational pull and there's no escape for him, not anymore, he's a moon circling around the solar system and Eddie is the sun, burning bright and pulling focus and what is Steve to do in the face of that?
He keeps his eyes fixed on the clock. Watches the display change when a minute's passed. Feels his heartbeat stutter when Eddie's shuffling, squeaking steps pause outside the guest room.
They keep a hall light on at night. It's on a dimmer, turned down way low, but neither of them do well with complete darkness. Too many nightmares, too many shadows haunting and hunting the both of them. Steve can see the muted glow of it from beneath the door.
He can also see when Eddie comes to a stop because his feet block that light. Two shadows in the doorframe, obscuring the soft haze of warm orange that creeps in a half-moon over the carpet, and Steve stops breathing. There's a soft shifting noise, fabric over wood, a gentle thunk when Eddie leans against the guest room door, and Steve almost calls out to him. Almost says I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please don't leave again, please don't leave me, but the words stick in his throat. Ball's in Eddie's court, as it should be when Steve fucked up so bad, when he tried to ruin it all, when he made Eddie so mad that he left when he promised Steve he would never do that. Eddie's a good man. Keeps his word. Steve's the problem, Steve is always the goddamn problem, always will be, ruins and stains everything he fucking touchesā
The shadow disappears. Steve squeezes his eyes shut so tight he sees lights popping behind his lids. Those shuffling squeaking steps continue their way down the hall. Steve feels like he's going to throw up but he didn't have dinner so there's nothing in his belly but bile and nothing comes up even though his throat is tight and his stomach is fucking rolling.
The bedroom door - their bedroom door - creaks on its hinges. Steve keeps meaning to put some WD-40 on it but he kind of likes that it makes a noise, that when he's asleep it's just loud enough to wake him halfway and tell him to anticipate the warm wash of tobacco and sandalwood that will cloud him when Eddie slips beneath the covers. Lets him know he's about to be grabbed and groped a little bit, sweet little kisses pressed to his shoulder and neck and jawline until he's got a face tucked into the curve of his throat, until he's giving a sleepy smile and winding his arms around a trim waist and dragging Eddie in close, sputtering and laughing tiredly as wild hair gets in his face and mouth before he falls asleep again, wrapped tight around the love of his life.
None of that tonight, apparently - and he doesn't blame him. No, he hears the bedroom door creak and it feels like a punishment that he deserves and his eyes burn and burn and burn and his face is wet now, he can't help it, and he wipes at it again angrily, takes the soft blanket to his face and why is it so soft why does Steve try so hard when he knows he won't get anything back why does he try to build a home when he's never had one and never will and is going to lose the one he's clawed onto so desperately and tried so hard to keepā
The door creaks again. Steve takes a stuttering breath. Eddie's steps are soft now as they come down the hallway, bare feet on the floor, almost silent as he creeps his way closer. Steve clenches his teeth so hard his jaw aches, anything to hold back the sounds he wants to make - he can't let Eddie hear him. He can't let Eddie know he's crying. That's manipulative, isn't it? Crying in front of the person he hurt? He won't do it, won't be that selfish, but that shadow appears at the base of the door again. Steve can't help the shaky inhale he takes, and it sounds so fucking loud in the quiet of the guest room, choked and echoing.Ā
"Baby?" Eddie says, voice low and quiet, rapping so gently against the door with one knuckle. "You in there, Stevie?"Ā
Just the sound of him is enough to send his heart crashing around in his ribcage, fluttering and jumping and making Steve tense. He wants to answer but he canāt get the words to form, his throat feels sealed shut, and he wonders if he should answer even if he were able because what could Eddie possibly have to say right now? It canāt be anything good and Steve doesnāt know if he can take it right now, in this room that makes him feel like a guest in his own home - but isnāt he always a guest? Isnāt that what heās made to be, a temporary stop in everyone elseās story?
But heās not ready for Eddie to move past him yet. Not tonight. Let it happen in the morning if it has to happen, let him put this off just a little longer. Just please, not tonight. Not yet.
But Eddieās never been known for his patience, and the click of the latch has Steve slamming his eyes closed. Too late to roll over and hide his face, but heās got enough time to duck down and tuck most of his features into a pillow. He tries to let his body relax, to let the tense lines of his muscles uncoil and his shoulders drop and his fists unclench, but he canāt tell if heās managed it and the ache in his palms from his blunt nails tells him maybe he did, but it wonāt help much.
Eddie makes his way across the carpet in silent steps, and the mattress dips with his weight as he sits on the edge of it. Steveās fingers twitch to reach for him, but he just curls them into the sheets instead and hopes the motion looks absent enough to have happened in his sleep.Ā
He smells sandalwood and tobacco and feels the warmth from Eddie being so near but it feels like thereās a wall between them, one he canāt cross even if he tries, one heās barred from so much as touching.Ā
He works hard to keep his breathing even but itās hitching now and then despite his best efforts, shaky and too loud in the silent room, but he keeps up the charade even though the end of it all is perched right in front of him. And itās Eddie who puts an end to it. It was always Eddie who was going to put an end to it.
āI know youāre awake,ā he says, and Steve squeezes his eyes tighter like thatāll make it untrue, like he can just drift off in a second if he wills it hard enough. Eddie shifts on the mattress, and Steve curls tighter into himself. āLetās just hash this out, huh? Get it over with.ā Steve bites his tongue so hard he thinks he might taste blood. Itās that simple for Eddie - but itās always simple, isnāt it? Cut and dry, plain as day, Steve is the only one who can never see it coming, itās written on the goddamn walls for everyone else.
He risks peeking through his lashes but Eddieās got his back to him so it doesnāt even matter, not really. Eddie isnāt looking at him and so Steve allows himself to look, takes in the hunch of Eddieās shoulders, the curve of his spine beneath his thin pajama shirt - heād changed, when heād made his way through their creaky bedroom door, took off his clothes and put his pajamas on and kicked off those tennis shoes, theyāre probably in a pile at the foot of the bed for Steve to trip over and he will miss tripping over them, heāll miss it terribly.
He wonders if heāll need to move. If heāll have to find a new place and separate out all of their things into his things, if SteveAndEddieāsStuff will become Steveās stuff and Eddieās stuff. Or maybe heāll just start staying in this guest room, maybe thatās why he furnished this room so completely, because somehow he knew heād end up alone in it.
āIām sorry,ā Eddie says, and Steve inhales sharply.
āDonāt,ā he says, and somehow he keeps his voice steady.
āSo you are awake,ā Eddie says, and he tries to sound teasing, sound playful, but it drops like a stone in this space between them. No room for levity in the dark cloud Steveās filled this room with. He wishes he could be easygoing and let go gently, but itās Eddie - in what world could he take losing him graciously?
āYeah,ā he says, and he stares at Eddieās back as the other raises his head, but he still doesnāt turn to look at Steve, and he wishes he could at least look him in the face when he rips his heart out of his chest.
part 2 coming soon š„°
#steddie#angst af#thank you#im sobbing#i mean this as a compliment#keep the good work#no but fr i love ur writing#steddie fic#better be happy in the end#i might not stand up after it otherwise#just kidding do ur thing#ur the boss#surprise us
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Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and youāre running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.
The house youāre running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.
You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and itās pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you thereās an animation showing it eating your character
#the actual animation of the wolf eating your character wasnt scary he kind of just cartoonishly swallows the character whole lol#the scary part is being pursued by him and never knowing how close he is#i remember being surprised when i first saw the game bc it was presented to me as#a fun addictive sort of game kinda like a mobile app game#and then i see it and its a horror game and the creators are just completely oblivious to it lmao#dream art#<- thats my tag for all my dream-inspired art#art#gif#photomanipulation#digital art#liminal#weirdcore#used a mix of ai photos and regular photos for this one#the ai stuff is sooooo good for recreating what a dream looks and feels like#but i didnt use it too much bc i wasnt able to get the specific photos i wanted :/#hmmmm this is vore isnāt it
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The UNRWA is concerned that if they do not receive more funding they will run out by the end of February please spread this message
in case any of you missed it, despite the ICJ's ruling for Israel to facilitate MORE aid into Gaza, the global west has responded by cutting funding to UNWRA, which is responsible for delivering significant amounts of aid into Gaza, as well as surrounding areas such as Lebanon. The countries cutting funding consist of the US, Australia, the UK, the Netherlands, Swritzerland, Italy, Germany, Finland, Canada and Japan. This was all due to a claim by Israel that members of UNWRA were Hamas-members or sympathisers which, at the end of the day, is a claim that concerns only 12 members in a total of 30,000.
Without proper funding, UNWRA is likely to run out of resources by February of this year (only another month) and urges the countries that have suspended donations to reconsider. This is a blatant move from the colonialist countries of this world to starve Palestinians even further when they are already facing unforeseen levels of famine.
Please take some time out of your day to call your reps, your political leaders and urge them to restart their funding. In the meantime, here is a link to donate to the UNWRA.
#colonialist countries surprise me every day to what new lows they can sink to#the depravity of the US and their simpering lackies#who wield so much power and use it all for profit#may every politician in power at this time die miserably#unwra#free palestine#free gaza#free west bank#palestine#fuck israel
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āAmerica has no cultureā is an inherently racist statement. Especially when talking about California, which has enormous populations (yes, plural) of Hispanic and Asian immigrants.
Itās such a self report that you see the American hegemony, the American monolith, as a singularly white entity thatās worthy of scorn. I want that person to look at the Black American NYC Miku design and tell me with their full chest that that isnāt culture. Especially when modern pop culture owes so much to Black American culture ā hip hop, language, streetwear and fashion, pop music, jazz ā as is actively erasing their roots, saying all of America has no culture is a dumbass statement.
Also, āall the US Mikus are dressed in generic casual street style for coolish weather.ā The original Brazilian Miku is wearing sunglasses, a crop top, short shorts, a bikini, and flip flops you absolute dunce. If youāre gonna be rude at least be consistent.
#not even to mention indigenous folks#personal#delete later#obligatory I donāt like the us Iām not a patriot#but saying this is like saying us doesnāt have itās own food#TELL ME youāve never had soul food without telling me youāve never had soul food#āweāre not talking about poc Americans though white Americans have no cultureā does my Miku design look white to you.#I think that account got dusted overnight but if theyāre still here Iām not surprised if they make a#qualifying backtracking āwhat I meant wasā statement#hey maybe next time if you have a point to make donāt come out the gate swinging like an asshole and yell big generalizing claims
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I made the guys in the style of the cursed etho skizz built
Bonuses!
Cursed skizz (my first attempt)
Etho but if I built him the same way I built the other guys if that makes sense
Me for fun (:
#he has friends now :D#from left to right: martyn gem grian etho joel jimmy skizz and impulse#I love them#the cursed ones especially (gem and impulse lol)#guess the build#minecraft guess the build#grian#geminitay#martyn inthelittlewood#inthelittlewood#etho#ethoslab#impulsesv#skizzleman#jimmy solidarity#Solidaritygaming#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#cursed etho#Iām so surprised skizz used cyan terracotta in the og etho I was getting out the light grey terracotta thinking he didnāt know about cyanā#āterracotta being grey lol#although he was probably just panicking#I would be too
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It's about who.
#like hozier said:#if someone asked me at the end I'd tell them āput me back in itā#darling I would do it again if I could hold you for a minute#darling I'd go through it again#I would still be surprised I could find you darling#in any life#hozier wrote francesca for lokius#I have unintentional manifestation skills apparently so I had to put them to use before the finale drops#needed lokius nation to get a kiss no matter what#why was the hardest part about this piece drawing the spaghettification#almost gave up on it because of it#loki#loki series#loki season 2#lokius#lokius fanart#loki fanart#loki mobius#mobius loki#loki laufeyson#my art#digital art#fanart#illustration
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for those thinking it was all too good to be true: labour deciding to permanently keep the tories' ban on puberty blockers for under 18s
#colour me not surprised!!! wes streeting is a scumbag!!!#not to mention the fact that this ban ONLY applies to trans kids#so cis kids will still be able to use them#this isnāt about safety itās blatant transphobia#wes streeting#politics#trans rights#trans#lgbt
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Paulina was walking home from her little self-care date~ when she noticed a familiar figure, she slowed, double checked to make sure it wasn't some random civilian, grinned and-
threw her knife!
Wes caught it, because of course he did cautious bastard. And yes she realises this now that fighting on the street was not the smartest move but it was a long time since she saw her friends from Amity and they got along fairly well with Weston.
So they had a good time, she managed to nip him on the cheek with her knife (after taking it back) he left her with a new bruise (it will be gone by tomorrow noon) and then they were both taken in by the police...
And now she has to explain why she did what she did to the GCPD and Ancients help probably Batman as soon as she gets back to her apartment. Who could've guessed that having a friendly brawl would be so taboo in Gotham? (who is she kidding of course it's suspicious it looked like they were trying to kill each other to any normal person!)
and she's not sure how much she should say!
#dpxdc#liminal amity park#amity parkers in gotham#Wes is laughing but he knows he's fucked too#Ghosts bond by fighting#liminals too#damn i want to read that#feel free to use#Wes is gonna call Danny to bail him out#Danny is somehow amused and not surprised#Paulina was having a good time until she didn't#because cops#paulina sanchez#wes weston#Wes figured bats's identities but keeps to himself#bats be bats#paulina has very pretty ornate knife#paulina does knife throwing
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#discord#discord chat#out of context discord#submission#admin boa#food //#it bothers me#people are using not-rollout cookie dough and then getting surprised when it doesnt hold its shape#you have to have a higher dry to wet/butter ratio for it to keep its shape
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I like the idea that hyrule+lorule have different cultures and sometimes thereās a lil cultural shock between the hyrule duo and the lorule duo
anyway, loruleās way of greeting people is via hand kissing, which clashes with hyruleās more hands off way of greeting
#legend eventually gets used to having his hands kissed every time he goes back home lmao#but I bet it takes zelda by surprise every time cause she doesnāt see Hilda very often#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu legend#lu ravio#lu fable#lu hilda#miry's art#i don't see this as romantic but if u wanna read it as romantic then go ahead#i just like hyrule+lorule dynamics
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So I was doing some math, and I THINK Skully is almost as tall as Malleus without his horns
I think the main reference to his height is Epel being surprised they're the same age because he's taller than Sebek, yes? which I find interesting, considering Jade and Malleus -- two of the tallest guys in the main cast -- are also there. and, since I've never been one to not think waaaay too much about the absolute stupidest minutiae about fictional characters, I see two possibilities:
one is that Epel is extremely good at eyeballing heights (I actually do feel like he could be? like. I'd believe he can estimate someone's height fairly accurately by calculating based on the life stages of an apple tree, or how many apples tall they are, or something else apple-related like that.) and Scully does, perhaps, fall into that narrow margin between Sebek and Jade in height.
OR two, out of the three certified Tall Guys there, Sebek is Epel's main frame of reference because he's the only one he's had any real interaction with for, let's be fair, pretty obvious reasons.
SO in conclusion, we still have no concrete answers and will probably have to wait until next year when we get his card profile, alas alas. š
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#disclaimer that this is mostly a joke and i am aware that i'm putting way more thought into this than was intended#(just like how i've thought WAY too much about where this event takes place chronologically based on a single throwaway line)#(the chronology is complex but there are more pressing discussions for now)#honestly i would love it if scully was like 6'7" and just towered over everybody#except malleus' horns#that's why he has to wear the glasses!#he needs eye protection just in case malleus turns around too quickly or something#geeze and he's only 16...he hasn't even reached his final form yet#do they have the courage to make him just a big ol' baguette of a man#or are they going to be all consistent about average heights or whatever >:(#we're gonna get his profile next year and find out he's like 188.5cm#(rip my vague hopes that fellow would surprise us by being a short king)#(look gidel is VERY small. there was a CHANCE)
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It would be hilarious if Dick (recently dumped) and Jason (perpetually uninterested) were discussing their lack of dating prospects and Tim asks what they're talking about and Dick explains before going, "High five Timmy" and Tim's like "Yeah no thanks, I've got [bitches]." And both Jason and Dick are stunned.
#Dick: āWell I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.ā#Dick (smug): āYou did learn from the bestā#Tim: āShut up all your advice is garbage. And archaic.ā#Jason (to Kon): āBlink twice if he's using some kind of mind control or somethingā#batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#batfamily#personal#dick grayson#jason todd#tim drake#I just think this is really funny#even if it's possibly overdone
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MC: Careful now. If you keep being sweet, I'll start thinking you're in love with me.
Solomon: What could I have possibly done to make you think I'm not??
#I still love the hc that MC used to think Solomon was only being nice because āweāre both human and have to stick together.ā#so while Solomon was head over heels MCās just thinks heās being nice#jsksjskjs#surprise itās queue!#roās dumb stuff tag!#another silly draft outta the way š#obey me!#obey me#om!#obmswd#obey me solomon x mc#obey me Solomon#obey me mc#obey me incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#om! incorrect quotes#om! mc#om! solomon#obey me shenanigans#obey me crack#solo <333
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LINKIN PARK: Numb Live in Texas (2003)
#linkin park#chester bennington#mike shinoda#numb#linkin park numb#live in texas#linkin park edit#meteora#2000s#2000s metal#2000s bands#my gifs#yes giffing chester is my new obsession ok#linkin park and chester brainrots are back after years and i'm here for it#live in texas is THE BEST live performance EVER and whoever says otherwise is just lying#me and my siblings used to watch it NONSTOP š#i watched it the other day after years and i was so surprised!#IT NEVER GETS OLD#just sheer raw energy#one good song after the other#chester's vocals at their best#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH#and i miss the 2000's#good times
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rook falling asleep on the red couch in the lighthouse dining room while lucanis is making dinner....... they were helping out by keeping him company and peeling and chopping potatoes for a while there but then the potatoes are done and the room is so safe and warm and smells like coffee and good food and lucanis is trying to explain something to spite and his voice is low and soft and good to listen to and rook's eyes only slip closed for a moment. they'll get up to save the world again or whatever in a second just. one moment. while the world is warm and kind. and then they're being shaken gently awake an hour later because it's time to eat and everyone's starting to drift hopefully dinner-wards
#lucanis looking down at peacefully sleeping rook like '...I *have* to figure out more things I can do for them than kill or die#because that's a bit limited long-term and one of those will probably mostly make them really upset. (also you only get to do it once.#just not good value for the price as gestures of love go.)#but maker I WILL also do that' as he drapes a blanket over them. and maybe strokes their hair. don't look at me#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#lucanis dellamorte#rook x lucanis#rookanis#oc: Ellaryen Ingellvar#do you guys ever yearn. are you filled with unspeakable longing. are you ever brought to your knees humbled and wrecked#before the altar of the mortifying simplicity and lack of grandeur of your own impossible desires. anyway#at one point rye is going to tell this man in a sort of bewilderment of joy and relief 'you make me feel so safe'#and he'll have to go 'you may be surprised to hear that that is not a sentiment a man in my profession gets to hear a lot usually'#'well get used to hearing it (bitch)(infinitely affectionate)'#and then they hug or something idk don't speak to me do not look at me
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The straight up jumpscare I got opening my unassuming Goodwill picture frame and finding this hiding behind the cardboard backing.
#thrifting#shiftythrifting#submission#take a good shit for us baby girl#in frames#thrift surprise#hall of fame#bts
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