#that's a lot of tags dammit >:[

[hyakunana]

"My friend, my partner… my Guardian."

[wormandzeewriting]

Endure.

I know you're tired. I know it hurts.

The cracked skull, the goggles,

Her missing anchor.

I know. I know the grief will be hard.

Living will be hard. I know this to be true.

But- Hey, no. Look at me.

Wipe your eyes, look at me.

I'm asking you to endure.

I'm asking you to endure the memories,

To endure the aching in your scars.

The pounding in your head,

The ink staining your clothes.

I'm asking you to be strong, for me.

For her memory. Just her memory.

Look at me. Please, look at me.

Wipe your eyes.

It will be hard without her.

I know, I know. It will be hard to go on.

It will be hard to find purpose.

But we have to.

And- No, look at me. Please.

Believe me, I know. I know you're a monster.

But that doesn't change anything now.

We just need to keep going.

Wipe your eyes. Take my hand.

I'm not asking you to be strong.

I'm asking you to keep living.

Keep remembering, keep growing.

Keep enduring.

It hurts like nothing before, I know.

Stand with me. Walk. Breath, slowly.

Come inside. We have much to do.

[whump-queen]

Silver

tags: forced intox, manhandling, "servant" whump but lets be honest he's basically a pet

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Seven could smell the sharp sting of tequilia on Wes’ breath before he even saw the bottle.  

“Open up, servant.” Wes smiled and leaned in, forcing the stench further into Seven’s face, making him nearly gag at what he knew was coming. God he could already taste it. 

Seven tried to pull away, but a heavy hand found the back of his neck and harshly gripped his hair, holding him fast while the other hand messily shoved the bottle of silver upward and forced it past Seven’s lips. 

Seven knew not to struggle. He how to close his nose without plugging it by now. He’d hold his breath. He’d hold his—fuck. It burned in his empty stomach instantly. 

Considering all the occasions Wes had forced his servant to drink, Seven should’ve been an expert at this. But experience didn’t mean his nights went without mishap, and just because he knew how to drink it down for a few sips, it didn’t mean Wes would let up this time, forcing him to take gulp after excruciating fiery gulp until his mind was screaming for oxygen and for the poison to stop. Just stop. 

He could feel hot tears running down his face. He needed to breathe. It took everything in him to swallow and not fucking wretch as soon as Wes yanked the bottle away. Oxygen hit his lungs and he gasped for breath until he felt lightheaded.

“Can’t waste it all on a fucking servant,” Wes sneered, releasing his fingers from Seven’s hair, roughly tousling it instead. The force of his hand made the room spin and Seven could already feel it hitting him. Burning away deep his stomach and making his face feel hot and tingly. 

Wes turned away and Seven instantly grasped the wall, taking a few agonizing deep breaths, just trying so hard not to throw up. 

He’d done that before. On a night much like this one, and Wes had made him clean it all up while still nearly blacked out, promising that the next time, he’d clean it with his tongue. 

So Seven braced himself against the wall and tried to focus on his breath. He inhaled. God fuck. He exhaled. Fuck. He was going to gag.

Water.

He needed water.

This was going to be a long night. 

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[allthepandasintheworld]

i think the most fun thing about pocket (other than being a pocket main of course) is that im pretty sure i've been training my entire life specifically to draw this little goober. like im pretty sure they were entirely made specifically to my tastes and i love with video games do that for me thank you valve thank you deadlock

[strebcr]

This body is dying. I can feel it rotting all around me. How can anything that is going to die be real? How can it be truly beautiful?

[mo-ok]

❤️💚💙💛🩷

[the-bi-space-ace]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @ithillia :)

:') okay my last lines were very sweet:

“You could stay.” Echo suggested. A weary sigh was pulled from Rex’s chest. He had flimsiwork to do. He had things he should catch up on, battle strategies to review, but something in that expression - so trusting and optimistic - made him shove every obligation away, even if just for a night.  “I could stay.” Rex confirmed.

THIS IS FOR A FIC I AM HOPEFULLY GOING TO POST IN A FEW DAYS IT IS SO SOFT I AM TEARING UP

No pressure tags: @saturn-sends-hugs @floundrickthewayfarer @renton6echo

[sodaspringz]

i just wrote a longass post about ccwlbr and everything that has improved for me since disengaging from that man and im NOT posting it and ruining the dash but i just want everyone to know. i am less active now because i am happier to face my life and all the small things in it. and it's the absence of that man that's made it possible for me. amen <3

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Just gonna Irish goodbye CoS for a moment and watch Icebound while dealing with the beads. My brain is, effectively, mush right now.

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

tomorrow is my first day back to work and I'm a lil nervous

I haven't been able to get anything written for here bc I've been trying to get a couple other things written (updating my Bill Cipher redemption fic and starting a Gyutaro x reader x Daki because I make poor life choices)

but I'm on light duty for a month, basically just sitting at the register checking people out, unable to do any stocking or anything bc I'm not allowed to lift anything over 15 pounds so I can't lift totes, bend much, or reach much, so I'm allowed to bring something to do in between customers... maybe I'll get some writing done? I feel as if I'll be slacking off bc that's how my brain works

but you know what, I kill myself for that store normally, I don't work full time simply because I can't afford medical insurance if I did, but even working only part time I give my all while I'm there, I'm not someone who slacks off. so if I'm healthfully and approvedly permitted to slack off and take it easy for a month, I guess I'll take it (... plus, I mean, I'll still be working, just light duty, it's not like I'll show up and get paid to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, I'm still gonna be ringing out customers)

ANYWAY MY POINT IS-

get those last requests in! after I get home from work tomorrow, I'll be closing the askbox and won't open it back up till this batch is finished and I swear I mean that this time 😂

[honkowo]

wheeeee figured out a couple of plants for angel homeworld!!!! + a little beast youll find in just about every biome on that damn planet

cherubs are the result of a wild subspecies of angel mixing naturally w a meat car(this was not intentional). cherubs build their nests via ripping up/off whatever plantmatter is available. nestbuilding is a group effort, often involving 30-50 cherubs building elaborate structures in whatever crack, crevice or cave system is available. angels use these guys to teach their children about teamwork & the importance of choir-building(which may or may not involve colourful puppet cherubs lmao).

the 2 plants shown here(1 moreso than the other) are seen most often on angel homeworld. one is a single leathery leaf that joins up with others of its species to create giant colonies of the same plant. angels often uproot them due to the fact that they make climbing cliffsides really fucking difficult(they r both tightly joined together & VERY SLIPPERY). the other plant is a treelike plant that grows inbetween cliffs & large crevices. their stringy bark is favoured by cherubs.

[mysimsyuri]

FRANK PLAYLIST BE UPON YE !!!

[waywardsalt]

gonna be a hater in tags real quick

[duckuwu]

me, whilst reading the unbroken & the faithless: oh, touraine, you idiot (fondly).

[blackjackkent]

The Mystery of the Night

Pairing: Karlach/OC Tav Characters: Karlach, Male OC Tav, Jaheira, Mattis Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Fluff, light angst, BG2 throwbacks, Selunite monk Tav, holidays, Faerun religion, cute ending. Word Count: 3.4k Setting: Early relationship, at Last Light Inn Summary: Karlach tries to figure out what gift to get her new boyfriend for a holiday she knows nothing about. Jaheira helps her out with a look into the past. other bg3 one-shots | i welcome fic requests!

“Where's Hector gone? I haven't seen him since dinner.”  Karlach does her best not to sound overly concerned. It isn't like Hector needs her supervision, she reminds herself, or that she has any right to demand his whereabouts. 

A few nights' sex, a few ‘I love you's, and I've gone all clingy, she thinks with a rueful grin. But… well, there’s no escaping the fact that she feels his absence when he isn't nearby. And though they’re safe as they can be in their current camp at Last Light, it’s impossible to forget the danger lurking all around them in the dark. 

Astarion, lounging in his tent, looks up with a lazy grin and absently turns a page in his book. “Our fearless leader went for a walk,” he says with pointed disinterest. “Some Selunite holiday tonight, I believe, or something equally ritualistic and dreary.”

“Chk .” Lae'zel is sitting nearby, idly examining one of the githyanki discs they found in the underdark; she shoots Astarion a baleful look sidelong. “Simply because you have no appreciation for the value of divinity, elf, does not mean we are all so impoverished.” She turns towards Karlach and adds brusquely, “He had business with the priestess on the upper floor of the inn. No doubt you will find him there.”

“Oh. Right.” Karlach nods a few times and wanders away hastily, before Astarion can put in any more pithy observations. 

A holiday? Hector didn't say anything about a holiday, but of course the Selunites must have them. Damn, I wish he'd mentioned it. She isn't much for religion but she knows how important it is to him; she'd have celebrated with him if he'd asked. Instead, he’s upstairs with Isobel… 

She recognizes the sharp little burst of heat in her chest as jealousy and can't help a soft laugh at herself. Really, Karlach? We're not going down that path. Besides, you've been together a week. 

Nevertheless… if it’s a holiday for Hector, it’ll damn well be a holiday for her too. The least I can do is find him a present, right? 

She turns, shoulders squared purposefully, and stalks out of camp towards the inn. 

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[dianadeadwing]

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Digital fanart of Linda from Bob’s Burgers. She is depicted from the shoulders up on a peachy colored background with a yellow circle behind her head. Her portrait is framed with a jagged pink line with white surrounding it. Linda’s eyes are closed and she smiles softly.

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