#this is sadder than I wanted it to be

[tawnysoup]

The one eyed Siffrin Wink™

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i broke so here's from crowley to his angel

I danced through all the fires, and I was so free

I was so unfettered, I was so unheld

Angel, I only stumble when you look at me

Why won't you touch me with more than eyes

Do more with your lips than just smile

It's only for you that I would ever plead

Angel, don't ask me to follow you to heaven

I don't need your forgiveness, I need your love

I don't need them to save me from damnation

Because when I fell from heaven I fell for you

And if you'll just for once try to understand

You've tempted the tempter and stolen the thief

So when after thousands of years I find the courage

To reach for you, to hold you to my dark heart

Forget the world that came between you and me

Don't choose to save it, choose to save us

The world will end in fire or ice, heaven or hell

But all that will matter is that we could have been us

So when they ask you to leave for heaven

Don't walk away, promise you're staying with me

Angel, tell me you said no

-Asmi

@neil-gaiman expecting that therapy money any day now, sir.

[dykesynthezoid]

The thing is I genuinely do think Brennan means it when he says it’s not about hooking up, I mean I’m all for Tula getting some ofc, but it’s clear she’s mostly concerned about how she could use that attraction to keep her family safe. It’s leverage. It’s a method of survival

[triglycercule]

less of horrordust eating face and killer watches more of them mauling eachother. also killer watches

[pinacoladamatata]

Man like. I really hope the theories about 'redeeming Solas' ending being to die/mirror his friend wisdom where he dies but will eventually get respawned as a 'new' him, aren't true. Because ngl that's. A very unappealing ending imo. Like that isn't worth the 10 year wait at all.

[shadow-the-crow]

NOOO MIKE :'(

Not only did she kill him she also buried him

How dare you do this to my poor sky boi :(

[pastelaspirations]

It is done. The third anniversary drawing. I would have gotten it done in time for the actual anniversary had I not. Gotten sick earlier this May and then not wait until the literal, actual 19th to start this drawing, but anyway-

Yee! I made it a... more sad drawing than I usually do them lol. It just... really didn't feel right to have them being all happy and smiling after I ended the last chapter how I did. Of course, I realize the irony of saying that and then literally writing "Happy 3rd Anniversary" on the drawing smh

Here's one without the text and then one where I tried to put a little filter on it! The filter didn't work out as well as I wanted and was sort of finicky, so I didn't include it as the first picture in the post lmao

I experimented with the grass and everything! It was really kind of tedious, but I like how it turned out lol. I also tried a different texture with shading a lil bit. It's also my first time drawing a night sky! :D I hope it turned out kinda well. It was fun! I will have to try it more in the future.

[morganbritton132]

What do you think? How often do some shitty people just film Eddie and Steve when they’re in public and put it up on tik tok and what exactly do they film? Like what can you catch Steve and Eddie do in public the most?

I think that definitely happens.

Most of the time, they get filmed in common places like the grocery store or in a restaurant. Sometimes Eddie or Steve will clock that someone is filming them, sometimes they don’t and you get videos of them on a cute little date at the park or arguing over tomatoes at the famer’s market.

And yeah, it definitely sucks to be filmed without your knowledge, but it really becomes a problem when it’s more personal moments.

Someone catches on film a moment where Steve and Eddie are clearly fighting and posts it online for people to speculate if they’re going to divorce. Someone else puts up a video of Steve helping Eddie through a panic attack. There’s a video of Steve telling Eddie that he’s about to have a seizure and the only reason the video cut off there was because Nancy was with them and she threatened the guy filming them.

Someone films Steve and Eddie in the waiting room at the neurologist.

It’s just an appointment to go over the results of Steve’s MRI, but he also knows from his My Chart that the results are ‘abnormal’ and Steve thought that he was fine with that. He thought that he learned to expect the worst, that no one made it out of the Upside Down unscathed and this was just how it was for him, and he thought that he was fine with that, but something just kind of breaks inside of him when he’s sitting in the waiting room.

He's hunched over with his elbows on his knees and his hands over his eyes, and he can’t stop sniffling because he can’t stop crying because he’s – he’s probably dying. They’re going to tell him that he’s going to die. Eddie’s beside him, rubbing his shoulder, rubbing his back. Then Eddie is in front of him, crouching down and sweeping the hair out of his eyes, saying, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m not ready,” Steve whispers like a sob. “I’m not ready to go. I don’t want to leave you.”

Eddie tries to tell Steve that he shouldn’t speculate before they speak to the doctor but Steve’s beside himself. So Eddie does his best in the small confines of the waiting room to comfort him until the doctor calls them back to tell them that they believe that Steve’s abnormal results were a product of a faulty machine and would like to schedule another scan.

Then some asshole posts this entire moment between them on the internet.

[aq2003]

i was the target demographic of "fan who would hate this season the most". my critrole tastes were specifically aligned and designed in a lab to hate nearly every single creative decision and change that was made

[good-beanswrites]

THE MIKOTO FALLING DOWN THE STAIRS FIC WAS SO SILLY thats literally how i discovered you, never seen a better fic on my dash..... is there any way you could write something similar where fuuta gets water poured on him like a wet cat. now that i know the prisoners will go to ungoldy lengths to cure their boredome i need more content

LMAO thank you so much!! I so glad you liked it -- and I can assure you I would love nothing more than to pour a bucket of water on everyone's saddest wettest cat -- thank you for the request! 😂

“Everyone knows the greatest way to combat boredom is psychological warfare.” 

Yuno said it very matter-of-fact. Fuuta nodded in agreement.

Es was left to stare blankly at the two prisoners summed before them. “Is that supposed to explain why my panopticon floor is soaked, or why Fuuta is dripping water all over my office…?”

“It started a few weeks ago,” Yuno added, as if that would help.

“What started a few weeks ago?”

Fuuta shrugged. “Like she said. We got bored.”

“You got… bored.”

At last, Yuno explained. It didn’t take long, she told them, for the usual methods of entertainment to lose their charm. Conversations and games could only hold them over for so long. As soon as they lost interest in those things, she knew it was time to give the mental torture route a try. 

“Of course,” Es deadpanned.

“Of course!”

She was an expert at pranks, and from very early on she was able to see that Fuuta would be the perfect nemesis.

You see, everyone else took some time to figure out. She realized Mikoto took the fastest showers and used the most products, so it was easy to swap out one of his bottles just before a rapid wash. His hair was pink for two glorious weeks. She saw that Shidou was as organized as he was independent, so once she started moving and hiding his possessions, it took a long time of searching around in silent, stubborn confusion before he finally caught on. She noticed Muu was particular enough about the way she took her coffee that it only took one tiny tampering and a huge sip was spit directly into Haruka’s face. 

But Fuuta? Oh, Fuuta. There wasn't anything to figure out. He was like Mahiru in that way – what you see is what you get. He was unlike Mahiru in other ways – no one would ever dream of pranking her so often. But Fuuta could walk into a joke like no other. His reactions were just as big and outrageous every time. He was practically asking Yuno to prank him. And when had she ever refused a man?

“Hey!” Fuuta’s ears had gone bright red. “It’s not like I’m some pathetic loser!” He stuck his chin up. “I fought back just fine, don’t you worry.”

(That was, in fact, exactly what Es had been worried about.)

Both he and Yuno found themselves on the receiving end of some scares and fake bugs. They both had to struggle through a mouthful of something disgusting at one time or another. Important possessions went missing right at the very worst time. It was awful, they said. It was infuriating. Unbearable. So, naturally, they kept going. 

Which brought them to today’s stunt. With a little boost from Mikoto to get everything in place, and a captive audience gathered in the panopticon, Yuno pulled it off easily. 

They all peered around the corner at cell 003. Loud snoring echoed from inside, despite the late hour of the morning; Fuuta was the heaviest sleeper of the bunch. Yuno checked that everyone was in place. Then she cupped her hands around her mouth.

“Fuuta!” She called urgently. “Come quick! Get dressed, it's Es!” There was clattering around within the cell. It took everything in her to hold in a giggle as she added, “hurry!!” 

The bars swung open, tipping the carefully placed bucket of water above. 

Yuno bid Es to picture the beauty of the moment: the ice-cold water falling in a perfect, glimmering arc as it hit its target with a wonderful splat.

Fuuta froze in the entryway. He was missing a shoe. The half of his uniform he’d managed to get on wasn’t even fastened correctly. It, and the pajamas underneath, were entirely soaked through. His hair clung to his face, darkened and dripping. He swept it aside to reveal, in place of his characteristic fierce gaze, the saddest, most bleary eyes the prisoners had ever seen. His mouth gaped open in confusion. He shivered, flinging little droplets into the massive puddle below.

“I should have requested a camera…” she mused. His grogginess had worn off quickly, but there still existed a single moment where she could have snapped the funniest photo in existence. 

“Fuck off, it wasn’t that funny,” Fuuta clarified.

“Oh, it really was,” Yuno assured them.

Es delivered their scolding. They said this behavior was immature. They would not stand for nonsense like this in their prison. All further pranks and practical jokes were strictly banned. After dismissing the pair, they crossed their arms. 

Damn, they wish they could’ve been there…

[penofwildfire]

My entry for @spinchip 's DTIYS!!

[cygniavenue]

been stewing on this one for a while but i said i was gonna post more of my headcanons so here's a little bittersweet tidbit;

childhood was a really rough time for Diomedes and Sthenelus (and the other younger Epigoni as well) full of a lot of grief and sorrow and confusion, and the weight of your father's legacy crushing shoulders too young to uphold it or begin to understand it. Diomedes, for the most part, doesn't even remember Tydeus. All he really knows is the idealized version of him Athena and others hold him to. Sthenelus has fleeting memories of Capaneus but refuses to remember - he only resents. Their childhood was spent being trained up to be weapons.

But even so, I do think there were moments where they got to just be kids. They built their own little fort of escape somewhere they knew would remain hidden. It took weeks of stacking rocks with what little free time they had until it was perfect, and it was theirs, and it was somewhere where they didn't have to be wise beyond their years.

They eventually forgot about it as they got older. They sacked Thebes, Diomedes restored Oeneus to the throne, and then the Trojan War happened, and all the things in between being on the battlefield - getting married, becoming kings, Sthenelus even had children of his own. The fort lay forgotten and untouched, a reservoir of good memories they'd both buried a long time ago.

And then, when they're fleeing Argos, they find it again, reclaimed by the vines and the leaves. All their old stuff is in there still, little wooden swords and shields, animal and soldier figurines, drawings they etched into the rocks. It's the only place they ever had that wasn't overrun by sorrow, where they weren't forced to fill the shoes of men they don't (or refuse to) remember.

But there's just no time left. They have to leave it knowing they'll never see it again. All they can do is hope they can hold onto a fragment of the tranquility their younger selves buried there.

[operationslipperypuppet]

Do you have any Jains headcanons going off of Murph’s comments about her possibly having an estranged wife or an ex?

Slight smorgasbord that’s a bit of this and a bit more generalized Jaina because I’m obsessed with her.

When they start to rebuild Irondeep, she makes sure Gemma gets a proper grave site, slightly elaborate, and next to their mother. She also makes sure that the circumstances of her sister’s death, that their father was the one at fault, circulate. She makes sure that next to no one remembers Hardwon was a witness. He’ll remember that enough for the rest of them.

She also makes sure that her father never receives a memorial, or any sort of official grave. MacGannis agrees the moment she asks, and she adds that to the list of why she considers herself indebted to him. Eventually, some of her shittier cousins privately fund establishing one in the most expensive private cemetery. Before she can pull papers on getting rid of it through official channels, it is smashed. They rebuild, and the second one is smashed faster. There isn’t a third attempt. Jaina wonders, for a while, how Hardwon could have pulled that off, when to her knowledge he didn’t know about it, and he hadn’t been seen in Irondeep for months. The next time she sees Nerman, however, he gives her a knowing nod. They can both tell themselves it’s about respect. But she understands him loud and clear. When Hardwon asks for capable warriors to travel to the Astral Plane with him, she makes sure Nerman’s name is at the top of the list.

Jaina finds romance easier earlier in life, when she’s focused on being a warrior, when people aren’t exactly looking to her for leadership. Nothing ever quite sticks, the women she falls for tend to want more attention than she’s able to give, and don’t understand that her priorities have always been the same place. So nothing really lasted, to her chagrin.

She did, however, have a hell of a time with Apple Scrumper at Bev and Erlin’s wedding.

There was one woman, once. Another warrior, someone with the same priorities as her. Or so she thought. They had a beautiful time in the Astral Plane, happy and fighting, not caring about anything but what was in front of them. It was her longest relationship ever. But the thing about falling for someone who spends as much time on the front lines of a war as they did is that sometimes, terrible things can happen. And that’s when Jaina decided to return to Irondeep, to commit to saving her city and her family name.

When Hardwon dropped off the Kingshammer for her, she left it exactly where he had dropped it for 6 months. She never wanted that hammer. Least of all like that. She finally decided to pick it up and put it away after stubbing her toe on it one too many times. The second she did, she felt something asking her to let it free from the hammer. Unthinking, she complied. And saw her sister for the first time in centuries. “I’m proud of you, J. You’re actually doing it”. Ghosts don’t cry often, but Gemma did, then. And so did Jaina. She felt comforted by the presence of the hammer after that. She didn’t use it to talk to Gemma again, but felt better knowing she was nearby. It rejuvenated her efforts at destroying her shitty family members.

[art-from-within]

Thinking about the fact that aside from the obvious (having your limbs torn off is not a nice feeling), Grafting a foreign body part onto yourself may also very well be EXTREMELY painful, and that Godrick probably suffers alot but still does it anyway because going through magic surgery without painkillers feels better than his reoccurring episodes of crippling self loathing.

[faunsoda]

[salamansir]

Ive been thinking about my Listener, Berrian, being a summonable person much like Lucien after he dies. Just like, centuries into the future (he's an Altmer just barely into adulthood) a new Listener can summon him for battles, advice, history, or merely conversation. I'm thinking about someone finding Cicero's journals in his belongings left in the sanctuary. Well taken care of, but worn from many, many reads. They think "hey, this is about the same time Berrian was alive, maybe he knows something about this dude?" And they summon him all like

"Who tf is Cicero"

And then they have an unskippable dialogue that goes on for 15 minutes about this random ass Keeper from AGES ago whose been dead longer than most of the people in the sanctuary have been alive. About his skill, his dedication, his abilities, his ruthlessness in a battle, the way blood ran down his face, the way he had to have everything organized... His crooked smile, his soft hands, his flowery smell... his well mended motley.... his beautiful hair... the way he held him.... and- "HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME FOR ANYTHING USEFUL? OR DO YOU JUST LIKE LISTENING TO ME TALK?!"

The time after Cicero died was misery for Berrian. Who just kept thinking that maybe if he had turned the Keeper into a vampire spawn... maybe if he had loved him better... kept him happier...

But, not everything can last, Berrian knows that. Astarma has been gone for almost as long as Cicero. Living through the lifetimes of multiple sanctuaries, seeing another fall to battle... Having a fresh sanctuary of faces with the exception of Babette every few decades... losing friends, no, Family, over and over again takes its tole. One night, he decides its time to go. The Night Mother will understand. He misses his Keeper and family so dearly. She knows this, and welcomes her loyal son with open arms.