#the kinship

[fuckedprophet-arch]

whose gonna bite the bullet and step up to the plate and be the annoying little sister dallas should've had? hmm? whomst?

[inbabylontheywept]

so once me and my wife were watching a documentary where a snake ate like a million eggs. that snake just went to fucking town on eggs. and the snake made the eggs look so good that i kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and thinking about it, and eventually it was 11pm and i ran out of willpower and decided to eat one (1) singular raw egg just to prove to myself that the snake was surely a liar.

the snake was not a liar. texture is like, super important to me and raw eggs are very Texture so i had another one, and then another one, and then another one, and eventually i ran out of eggs.

i had like, fifteen raw eggs.

i didnt really know how to explain this momentary madness to my wife, so my Plan was to put all the eggshells into a grocey bag, and then throw that grocery bag in the dumpster, and if she never noticed that would be Excellent and if she noticed immediately i could lie and say that the eggs went bad.

except i cant lie very good, and of course with murphys law being such, i got salmonella.

so i threw up a lot and my wife asked me what poisoned me so and i tried very hard to dodge the question but i was oozing shame like oil from a room temperature cheese and eventaully i gave in and told her everything and to her enormous credit she was more flabbergasted than actually upset. she did make me promise to not eat any more raw eggs, which i have stuck to, and she gives me weird looks during nature documentaries now as if desire was the only thing keeping me from eating thousands of pounds of krill anyway i made a joke earlier about being able to eat my age in eggs and my sister in law in law made a drawing to comemorate the moment and also because it was my birthday. she's excellent. thank you 10000000% @cintailed. you should all visit her page and admire her work.

[spoopdeedoop]

king and harbinger, old and young

[willosword]

NOT THE FUCKING AROACE STARE OF DEATH IM CRYING.

[hyperlinkproxy]

one of the major appeals of cumplane to me is that shen qingqiu has all these impressive and interesting guys chasing after him and willing to wait on him hand and foot. but the one guy who he somehow favors the most is the overworked loser he's always fighting with???

insanity. if i were liu qingge i'd break something.

[infernal-lamb]

some rushed doodles of our new goat darling........I have so many plans for them

[donutfloats]

Gabriel’s flock is the closest you’re gonna get to a cult that actually isn’t a cult due to their mostly pacifistic ways

This does cause problems however when dissenters or spies start causing problems

Gabriel is a little backwards with how they deal with people like this, as they simply just kick them out instead of forcing them to to change their ways

Granted if they cause actual problems, like stealing, damage to property, or hurting others: they will get sent to jail

For the most part it’s these individuals choice if they want to stay, Gabriel isn’t forcing them

Doesn’t mean Gabriel can’t get frustrated tho and contemplate “what if I just said fuck it and murdered these people”

[wombywoo]

combat wombat and creature encounter!!! 💥💀

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but James Vowles criticising how Red Bull has treated their drivers in the past, only to go and then treat Logan far worse while pulling the exact same shit Red Bull did, ie the exact behaviour he criticised and called them out for, is so freaking infuriating like the sheer hypocrisy -

[the-last-butter]

HC they first met a year or two after Yelan got her vision; post fighting the in abyss but when Kaeya was still navigating his identity from Kaeya, Brother and Right hand of Diluc Ragnvindr to Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain and Quarter master of the Knights of Favonius.

[a-little-revolution]

you've talked a bit about representation of little people in media and i want to ask: what are aspects of being a little person that often get overlooked or under-explored?

Hello! Gosh so much gets overlooked, but one thing I always come back to is that we need to see more little people in love! Stories about love and family are a great way to humanize a marginalized group through media - to show viewers that our lives are not without love, connection, community and care.

As a teen I truly felt like I would never fall in love, that people like me just don't get to have that. And media only reinforced that by objectifying and dehumanizing bodies like mine. There were and still are very few stories that depict little people falling in love, getting married, having children. But it happens all the time in the real world! The dwarf banquets I go to are entirely built around there being families with children, couples, and groups of friends. Disabled people are not loveless. People just aren't telling our stories.

[halothanic]

i am so depressed and burnt out and haven’t drawn anything all month. but what i have done is watched this film four times…. he is my muse

prints here!

[yippieitsarvensart]

Lilia x monster hunter

more based off of mhs if you couldn't tell

[choccy-zefirka]

They hover on the threshold like ghosts. It still feels wrong to disturb Rook's privacy... Even if they are gone. Even if their quarters are empty, and the blue shimmer of the aquarium has never been so cold.

They look the part of ghosts, too, pale and worn down from lack of sleep over several days, nights, whatever Fade units of temporal measurement, of working on the replica dagger. And scrying the vast indifferent void, again and again, for any sign of a familiar presence.

Emmrich in particular is a stark contrast against his usual perfectly groomed self. His hair is in disarray, loose silver strands hanging over bruised, almost feverish eyes; he has misplaced his skull collar pin, and seems not to have bothered buttoning down his shirt, or even changing it, for about as long as he has not bothered to shave his ever-darkening stubble.

Beside him, Lucanis is drifting off to sleep, finally out of his precious coffee; the only thing that keeps him from falling head-first into the leering emptiness of Rook's room, is Spite propping up his limp, tired body.

"Go in!" he snarls through Lucanis' lips, eyes flickering a vivid, impatient purple. "We must search!"

Neve, who has picked a hat with a veil today, to hide the harried shadows on her face, pushes the delicate mesh aside to rub her temples.

"We did agree that a personal article of Rook's would be ideal for establishing a connection. Just like — "

Her sentence hangs in the air — which is still and thick, as though in the anticipation of a thunderstorm that will never erupt in the Fade. She never finishes it. But they all know what she must have meant. Whom she must have meant.

An eternity ago, in another, simpler life, when Solas was just an exciting mystery to chase and the sky still looked mostly normal, all of them, in one way or another, had a run-in with Nadia Carcosa. A haunted young woman from Tevinter, desperately searching for a dear friend, a lover, a man who meant everything to her, as he, too, had gotten trapped in the Fade. Nadia's companion Drayden has since sought them all out and written them letters about how that story ended. They made it through the whole ordeal alive, as did Nadia. Elio, however — the lost soul whose name Nadia called out at night, in broken, wailing sobs... His ending was not a happy one. The Fade did not return what it had swallowed. They all think of it now, suffocating in the stillness; Emmrich claws at his own grave jewelry, knuckles white.

At last, Taash breaks the silence.

"Okay. Think I got a clue."

They shuffle awkwardly past the others, finally breaching that unseen, unspoken barrier. To tread across the same floor where Rook once walked... It must take the same resolve, the same courage, as to step into a dragon's lair.

Once they stand square in the room's middle, Taash inhales deeply, their keen adaari senses picking up the subtle hints of scent that still remain in Rook's wake.

"Shoulda done this sooner; it might have gotten cold..." Taash mutters to themself... And then, a spark lights up in their eyes — which are just as tired as those of their companions, and a little red around the rim. Though, of course, they will never admit it. Crying is vashedan. And Rook, their big sibling Rook, who understood what it's like to be Qunari and also not, and to struggle with making all parts of their body, their very self, fit right — Rook is not gone like their mother. Taash had not held their body in their arms. So it does not count.

"Oh yeah! There it is!" Taash cries triumphantly. "Metal and leather and still a bit of smoke! I got it!"

With a grin that almost creates an illusion that everything is back to normal, Taash dives into a chest of drawers in the corner, and flourishes their find — a large, curved pendant.

Lucanis' nostrils flare: Spite seems to recognize the scent as well.

"Dragon?" the demon asks, sounding rather... hungry.

Taash nods.

"Yeah! Fangscorcher! Remember the fight we had, huh?"

They run a finger along the leather straps wrapped around the pendant, and their expression softens to a sudden, un-Taash-like sadness.

"I got a trophy from her, and then Rook came along and asked to help with a thing. A Qunari thing. I'm Rivaini, they were — are! — Tevinter, but some Qunari stuff just makes sense. To us both.”

Their brows knit together again, and their gaze snaps back, directly at Emmrich.

"The Qunari have a custom," they say with deliberate slowness, extending their open hand with the pendant. "When two people want to show how much they mean to each other, they take a dragon's tooth, split it in two, and each keeps a half on them. Always. So — "

They pause; Emmrich slowly raises a shaky hand to his mouth, realization beginning to dawn.

"Rook had one half with them already. This one was meant for you. I think they wanted to give it to you before we sailed to that stupid island, but..."

"...But I made it all about myself and my foolish anxieties," Emmrich whispers, his sleep-deprived gaze dimming with welled-up tears.

"Thought I heard your door slam."

Taash does not break eye contact with him; every angle of their face, their hard-set jaw, is an accusation. But eventually, they catch a breath, and force themself to go on explaining.

"My mother said that this amulet meant to signify a warrior's bond or whatever, but lots of people outside Par Vollen use it to show romantic love. Like..."

Emmrich interjects again; it looks like he is about to double over, and Lucanis slips back into consciousness just long enough to place a supportive hand on his back.

"Like engagement rings. Oh, Rook — "

He raises his hand to meet Taash's, but his fingertips do not quite touch the pendant. Do not quite dare trace the curve of the dragon fang. As if it might strike him with a bolt of punishing magic.

"Rook, my dearest heart... I was too much of a coward to tell you I loved you; I never even apologized for all the things I said that night... And all the while, you had so much faith... in us both... Rook..."

"Hey," Neve approaches him on the other side from Lucanis, and touches his elbow. "You will get to tell them all of this once we find them. This is the perfect conduit: they hold one half, we — you — hold the other. They are bound to call to each other, across the Fade."

Emmrich's lips twitch, and slowly, the tear drops begin to spill.

"Nadia had an engagement ring as well... But she was too late."

"We won't be, though," Taash objects, their voice decisive as the chop of an axe.

"We won't!" Lucanis and Spite insist in unison.

"Come on, Fade expert," says Neve, guiding Emmrich's hand to Taash's and closing his fingers around the pendant.

"Do what you do best."

[variousqueerthings]

asexual in a bisexual way

bisexual in an asexual way

[meraarts]