#they won’t get out of my head as well

[shadowtoons]

Have more doodles

[vodkakevinday]

me once again having feelings about the whole Choking™️ thing

cw: mention of bruises

Kevin Day, for all intents and purposes, is a man not easily changed. He’s steadfast, stubborn, and dedicated. He gives his all to everyone and everything. He’s loved exy since before he was born, he’s poured himself into the sport, dedicating every last piece of himself hoping to find a connection to both his mother and father. He poured himself into coaching the Foxes when he was at his lowest, poured himself into intensive physical therapy to regain the use of his left hand. He’s given everything to the people around him, even if it was done cruelly. He’s given everything he could. He’s lied and lied and lied again for the sake of others and himself.

Maybe that’s why he finds himself staring at the bruises that line his neck. The bruises blooming into an angry red, some parts already turning into a dark purple. It’s the outlines of the fingers that gets to him. It’s the distinct lines of his unbruised skin showing through the bruises that his eyes can’t stop tracing. His eyes roam over them, cataloging them into his brain, over and over again.

This isn’t the first time he’s had bruises there; he’s had possessive lovers and a cruel brother before. Even then, the bruises were never this ugly. Never this angry. Never this noticeable.

The hotel bathroom he finds himself in is blurring around him and suddenly it’s too hard to breathe, too hard to keep looking at the bruises given to him by yet another brother. He must make some type of sound because suddenly there’s a knock at the bathroom door and a quiet, “Kevin? Are you in there?”

Before he could even attempt to answer the door slowly opens where he can see a blurry Renee quietly closing the door behind her. He doesn’t know when he fell to the floor but she’s there, crouching by him, close enough to reach out to him and far enough to give him space.

He attempts to smile reassuringly, “I-” his voice is scratchy and it hurts to speak. More tears fall as he desperately tries to let Renee know he’s fine and nothings wrong.

“I think you need a friend, Kevin.”

Shaking his head no, he opens his mouth to disagree, but she cuts him off from even trying.

“Let me be your friend.” She slowly puts out her hand, steady and gentle, like she’s about to touch a skittish stray cat, and holds it there. Her face shows nothing but kindness and empathy, it almost makes him want to flinch.

She says it so earnestly, so kindly that Kevin can’t stop himself from taking her offered hand.

[sunny-sainz]

the carlos chants 😭😭😭 this man deserved so much

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

So that one scene with the frogs, right?

[antyoneelse]

I’m just… gonna… leave this… here…

[lordofthemushrooms]

Not to be dark and kinky in the Dragon Age tag but Solas’s wolf symbolism should be slightly more than symbolism. He may be quiet and calm normally but I know him and Inky had weird fucked up sex in the fade. I know he chased her down I know he ripped her heart out with his hands. I know that Solas understands devouring as devotion more than anyone else usually can.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

I need better coworkers,… mutuals come work with me

[ssruis]

Going through a straight up comical amount of irritating situations to get the stupid 4* guaranteed ticket from the welcome to sekai campaign. It Will Be Mine.

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[finderseeker]

Every so often my mind cycles back to the beginning of the Double Dingsaster AU and the trauma I put Windy through (like he doesn’t have enough) and I just. Think about him.

[queenkevindays]

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[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

i need to stop forgetting things exist the fucking second they leave my field of vision. why is is impossible for two things to occupy my mind at once especially when im tired. like. i feel like a sim. i feel like actions are being canceled and i just. move on. and completely forget what i was doing moments before. i fucking hate it

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

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[plugnuts]

One time when Tweek’s having a lot of trouble with his shirt buttons those in CATG that have buttons will stand in solidarity with Tweek and unbutton their clothes to purposely wrongly button them back up to make Tweek feel better. Then they just keep it that way for the rest of the day

[breadhalfburnt]

watch as i make comic panels about people that you all don’t even know about, let alone care about *cracks my fingers* lets get to work

[dutybcrne]

I like to think every chance she gets, Sigewinne holds Wriothesley’s hand. Both bc of touch starvation, but also out of fondness. She’s so proud of who he’s become since he’d first set foot in a then much crueler Meropide and of all the changes he’s made; he is her very best friend, damn near family.

The handholding gets a lot more frequent after the incident with the Primordial water, as a reassurance to herself that he is alright.