#tloa

[neytui]

I think it suits you more

chapter 8 from The Lights of Avalon by @alkalinefrog :)

[jinxyjinxer]

Is it just me or does anyone else get reminded of Warwick!Vander as well when looking at Torbek?

(yes I'm a tloa fan, sue me)

[ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm]

i will never recover from the bill and frank storyline

[ciarasdiaryy]

the Duffer brothers in 2024:

[tebis-b]

You can throw any magical fantasy scene at me, I will eat that sheet up and puke out fanart of it.

And this is yet again another scene of @alkalinefrog 's "The lights of Avalon". Chapter 9 is my favorite up until now and I loved this scene so much that I couldn't stop myself from drawing it, even though it didn't come out how I wanted, I think it looks good enough if you don't look at it for too long.

[twiafom]

alka: it is so crazy that robin can write 10k chapters can you believe that

me: RIGHT? never in my life

alka: LOL SAME

[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄: The Act Of Judgement!

Ranpo Edogawa

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... Mentions of abuse, sexual assault, double meaning words/sentences.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 613.

SERIES MASTERLIST

There’s something that a person with no money and no connections could not afford, something unreachable and ignorant. A privilege that only those whose rich can achieve. Something a person can do violence and anything. Justice. Something that even me, a child came from violence and sexual assault couldn’t even reach. It’s only a word with seven letters, yet it holds such power to ruin a life, to ruin one’s dreams and beliefs. And, Justice, as a dream that can turn into a nightmare.

The power that it holds were unmatched. It took me some time to be able to reach this privilege, to be able to taste the success and a smell of terrible end of journey just to see a new beginning in life. The pain I went thru just to reach my dream to fight for justice and serve for the people is something I cannot ever forget.

I became a subject of knowledge, a prisoner — chained up and locked away from the expectations. I was born to gaze at the harsh reality of the world and a harsh grasp of a man that has me wrapped around his fingers; I couldn’t escape him, I couldn’t run away from him, I couldn’t do anything as I was maneuvered as a puppet subject. I was trained to be enourmous and something dangerous — although, not like a certain someone he raised as a killing machine, I am more.... special as he says while he has my fragile jaw between his hand in a tight grip.

My ability was made from chemicals — my ability was made by my own father, an alchemist, a scientist.

I could only survive in the wrath of injections and chemicals with the help of the beeping machines and apparatus on my body. I am not made of machine, although I was supported by it — I knew, I am not something inhumane; what they did to me as a child is what in out of the world. I was slapped by the harsh reality of people with gifted abilities and how the world works with children and women. The power imbalance of both gender is what makes me nauseous.

The knowledge I held is something out of the world. Common sense is what I hate, people being oblivious and ignorant is what I despised. Lastly, people whose justice are not yet served is what I fight for.

I was trained to be intelligent. I was trained to be a tool for manipulation. Although, I managed to escape him, the scars left on my mind and the traces of my father’s experiments is something that was imprinted in my very being — all in while tainted my life as a human.

I was told to be wary of people’s behaviors. I could tell their lies and sincerity, the flaws within their words that oppose with their actions. I was told to be watchful and observant. The only way to find the truth for revelations, even though it’ll hurt — even though it’ll ruin me, as well.

I was born to fight for justice, to serve people and to prove one’s innocence or guilt in the eyes of a judge. I was born to fight in my own battlefield; the trial court — to fight for the victims and punish the criminals with my own gun; the raw evidence — that only those who deserved to be pointed at the head are shot thru their skull.

I am not born to kill, yet my hands are already tainted blood before I became one with justice.

Most people fell in love with proffesionals, but I fell in love with justice — justice I’ll call a certain detective.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2023 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[luxuryvanitysims]

day at the beach 🌴

[boohbah69]

nothing like the universal lesbian experience of falling in love with your best friend, confessing, followed up by a panicked “i’m sorry”

[sprimkle-kloud]

to the girls, gays, and theys: please watch episode 3 of the last of us

[neytui]

Obsessed with your httyd art, you artstyle is so beautiful. <3

Also, you said you were reading a royalty au fic? Is it possible i could have the link?

Thank you a lot :') <3

The fic it's called The Lights of Avalon, it's a HiccupxJack fic au so I don't know if it's for everyone's taste but it portrays the characters really good so if your interested please read it!

[quinnick]

I am in the sweet middle of TLOA viewers because I had a huge hyperfixation on it like a year or so ago and have a terrible memory so I can watch the show and enjoy the twists and turns but also enjoy the show kind of knowing what to expect and being able to compare it to the game

[souppeh]

“It’s okay, baby girl. I got you.”

[loversreason]

So last night

my husband tells me he wants to watch The Last of Us, right? He’s heard it’s good, he thinks we should watch it together.

But see, the thing is, I don’t do scary. I hate horror movies, I don’t like zombies, and I loathe a jumpscare more than anything else in this world. So what do I do? I start drinking.

Which is fine, it works, I can enjoy the show without the scary bits really freaking me out and my husband and I get to spend some quality time together. 

But the problem is, by the time we got to episode three I was shitfaced. Completely drunk off my ass. Which means I was WHOLLY in the wrong headspace for the spoilerspoilerspoiler and ended up ugly crying, like can’t-breathe sobbing behind my couch for fifteen minutes. I got it together partway through episode four, but then during episode five I started muttering that if spoiler died I was fucking OUT. So you can imagine how the end of that episode went. I went to bed slurring between hiccup-sobs about how I was done with TLOA, and HBO as a company, and possibly television as an institution.

Anyway, this is a PSA. The Last of Us is an emotional holocaust. Don’t watch it while you’re in a vulnerable place.

[tebis-b]

"Born of the sea"

This scene from chapter 8 of @alkalinefrog 's "The lights of Avalon" kept bouncing inside of my head and I would've gone insane if I didn't draw it, so here it is! Ta-da!

Also, don't look too closely at the ships, all the budget went into the giant lady in the sky.

[queerauntie]

Y’all really making me wanna watch The Last of Us, but I don’t wanna have that kinda anxietyyyy you know?