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[sadmages]

In my mind palace my tav and Astarion are playing the exact same game of 5D chess and they don't realize it yet

[sirguyofdykesborn]

wellll im a bhaalspawn. we eat sludge and rotten food particles out of drains . and we , heh , murder! (RECORD SCRATCH) "Ewwwww!"

[altruistic-meme]

ok. i think the brainfog has maybe cleared enough to continue the bsd watching/studying. onward!

[veinsfullofstars]

“Quit laughin’, ya bastard, I’m dyin’ over here! Get me some starsdamn milk, for cryin’ out loud!”

(ID: Kirby series fanart comic of Dark Meta Knight and Daroach, in which lunch is interrupted by a disagreement on spicy food and some improper use of the Sharing mechanic. Transcript below the cut. END ID.)

Based on a personal headcanon that DMK enjoys spicy food and Daroach vehemently does not.

Started 04/06/24, finished and updated 04/09/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24.

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Transcript:

Panel 1

*DMK and DR sitting side-by-side enjoying some lunch together - a sandwich for the thief, a plate of spicy curry for the knight. DMK (his mask pushed up to the side of his head, bits of curry stuck to his face) idly eats his meal with a fork as DR picks up and scrutinizes a small bottle of hot sauce the knight had set aside, a brow raised in disappointment.*

DR: “Ultra spicy,” huh? Blech. How can you stand this stuff, Dark? Like, can you even taste anythin’ anymore? (Besides pain?)

Panel 2

DMK: Aw, c’mon, it’s not that bad. Here, want a bite~?

*setting his fork upright in the curry, DMK pushes his plate aside and turns towards DR with the most mischievous expression, reaching up to grab the collar of his cape. DR turns his head sharply, dropping the bottle and the sandwich, as the knight starts tugging him towards him.*

DR: What’re you-? Hey! No! No! Don’t you friggin’ dare, Dark, I swear to Nova-

Panel 3

*DMK stands up and yanks DR down towards his face, a hand clasped on the back of the thief’s head to hold him there. DR flinches (VFX: two large exclamation points), knocked off his feet and holding his paws out in surprise. A wisp of steam rises from between them, curling into a little pink heart at the top. Text reading “*Face-to-Face SFX*” hovers behind DMK.*

Panel 4

*DR jerks away from DMK, red-faced and doubled over in pain, his eyes squeezed shut and his tongue hanging out with a fresh red burn on the end, steam emitting from his face in puffs. He frantically fans at his mouth with one paw while shoving DMK away with the other.*

DR: (breaking the dialogue bubble in places) AAGH!! Ow! Star-burnin’ son-of-the-void what is wrong with you piece a’- aaaughh dammit stars dammit ow ow ow ow!!

*DMK cackles, leaning away with one arm held up against the rat’s pushing paw, one eye shut and mouth stretched open in a wide smile, a single incisor prominent within and a touch of blush at the corner. Text reading “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA” hovers behind him surrounded by laugh lines.*

[luck-of-the-drawings]

[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[becausebuckley]

tidbit tuesday!

have another bit of the marriage of convenience au <3 thanks for the tag @tizniz! no-pressure tagging @playinginthunderstorms @kejfeblintz @unlifeira @serenelystrange @inell @smilingbuckley and @team-118!

Eddie reaches for Buck’s hand when they’re lounging on the couch. Buck slots their fingers together when they walk towards the jeep after a shift. Their hands touch and touch and touch until Buck’s memorised Eddie’s fingerprints. He’d say he knows them like the back of his own hand, but actually, he’s realised that he doesn’t know his own hands all that well. Just the other day, Eddie had raised their intertwined hands and pointed out a scrape on Buck’s knuckles that Buck himself hadn’t even noticed. Eddie had cleaned it for him, but at that point, it was already scabbed over. It’s kind of embarrassing, really, but the nice thing about holding hands is that Buck doesn’t need to know his own hands anymore. Eddie does that for him now. Similarly, when Eddie had a hangnail last week, Buck handed him nail clippers before it could even bother Eddie, and Buck’s taken to carrying hand lotion around for when the slide between their palms turns kind of scratchy.

It’s nice. He’s never really gotten to know anyone else this way, but he likes it. 

One time, after a particularly gruelling call in the middle of the night, both of them headed to the bunks to try and get some rest. They took bunks next to each other, the same ones they always pick, and curled up to face each other. At some point, Eddie had wordlessly reached his hand out to Buck. Buck had reached back, intertwining their fingers and resting them on Eddie’s pillow, close enough that Eddie’s breath fanned out over Buck’s knuckles with each exhale.

He woke up twenty minutes later on the floor, ass stinging and legs caught up in his blanket. Hen and Chim were laughing, standing over him with their phones out, clearly having recorded his fall out of the bunk. 

His hand was still in Eddie’s. Eddie never woke up. Buck shushed the other two and curled up right there on the floor, making no move at all to get up.

So, yeah. Holding hands is kind of a thing now. Enough of a thing that Buck doesn’t fumble anymore, doesn’t worry that his hands are sweaty or that he’s holding on too tightly. It’s normal. Everything is normal.

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 5!!

Hiya! Sorry about the delay! Life got in the way there for a bit ^_^" But I am here! With Part 5!!

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Crowley had liked Hozier (although Take Me To Church, predictably, wasn’t his favourite), and after whining at Aziraphale that it’s nooooooot ‘bebop,’ you finally managed to get an admission that all right, it wasn’t all that terrible. You took the win.

But the dance party couldn’t last forever. There’s still a world to save, after all.

And so, all of you sat, thumbing through Revelations. Well, Aziraphale and Muriel were. You and Crowley had given up on the fancy Bible-ness of it and googled the Cliff Notes version.

“Ugh,” You say, “John really hated the Romans.”

“Well, yes,” says Aziraphale, “He had decent enough reason, though, as far as humans go.”

“What, he hated indoor plumbing and heated floors?”

“Actually, he hated people of the Christian faith being arrested, tortured, and killed for their beliefs.”

“Oh….yeah that makes sense,” You say, and after a moment you add “...Sorry.”

“That’s quite alright,” Aziraphale replies kindly, “He wrote Revelation as a way to reassure Christians that all of their suffering would mean something in the end. That it must be part of the Great Plan.”

“The Ineffable Plan, you mean,” chimes in Crowley with a smirk. Aziraphale rolls his eyes.

“Yes, that one,” he replies. You notice the microscopic-Michael-Sheen-ian smile on his face as he says it. Honestly, the resemblance is uncanny. Aziraphale continues. “He wanted Christians to feel heard, and to encourage them to hold fast to their faith.”

You pause for a minute before saying anything. Then you remember a tumblr post or something from forever ago.

“Santa Claus,” You finally say. Crowley spurts wine from his nose, and begins to laugh. Aziraphale is confused.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s like Santa Claus,” You say again, “Like ‘be good, and you’ll get presents! it’s almost Christmas Eve! Santa’s watching!’ You know?” You look at Aziraphale imploringly. Crowley is still laughing. Aziraphale doesn’t look impressed.

“I think that’s rather an over-simplification.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…..It’s...it’s not...That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, okay, so I’m wrong then.”

“Sounds about right to me!” Crowley calls with glee from the other side of the room. Aziraphale looks all flustered, his face beginning to go red. Crowley hands him a glass of wine and Aziraphale downs it in one go.

Okay, winding him up is a great deal of fun, and so easy, but I’m guessing, dear Reader, that you love Aziraphale just as much as I do. You don’t actually want to hurt his feelings. Thus you decide to concede the point.

“So,” You say, “He said he had a dream about things getting really bad and then Jesus coming back and saving everyone.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” Aziraphale sighs, clearly relieved to be back on topic. You think back to old interviews with Neil and Terry about their back-then-hypothetical sequel would look like.

“Okay, well the only thing I know about it was something about it taking place in America. I read in an old interview somewhere that Jesus was meant to descend from the heavens in a private jet with a bunch of like...bodyguard angels or something.”

“America? Again? I mean really.”

You shrug. “Neil Gaiman really likes America.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” says Muriel now, flipping back through their notes, “You said that the sequel was never written, and the third...season?was still being written too when you left. And you said that book isn’t the same as what happened in the tv show, or the radio show, or the musical. So how do we know it would be the same here?”

They make a good point.

“Maybe ask that author of yours,” says Crowley, looking over from his drink, “You said he answers questions sometimes. Who would he be to deny,” he swishes his glass around with what you suppose is meant to be grandeur, “The Famous Crowley and Aziraphale?” He empties his glass.

“Anathema might be able to find him,” You say after a while, “Jesus, I mean. She did a good job finding everything in Armageddon Part 1. Or Adam. I mean, Jesus is supposed to be all about love, right? Maybe we can convince him not to, you know, end the world.”

Aziraphale hums to himself. “Revelations states that Armageddon is meant to be started by the seven angels of the church, bringing together seven keys. I mean, John could be wrong of course, but I wonder...Could one of you find me a map and search these names? I might have an idea why Mr. Gaiman wanted to set The Second Coming in America.”

Good Reader, guess which country contains cities named after 5 of these 7 angels. I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.

And so now we have three directions we can take this story in.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[lieutenant-fred]

HEY GUESS WHAT WE GOT FULLY RENDERED OFFICIAL ART FOR FRUIT WARS RAGH

[kayvsworld]

it's just so insane. he looks so good. it looks good. it looks interesting. it is going to get drop kicked directly into the dumpster because they've elected to keep the problem that's had it on a bds boycott list for almost a year. when this movie does badly they're going to blame mackie and sam and not the the problem that's had it on a bds boycott list for almost a year. i'm pacing

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

There is something soooo fucking embarrassing and mortifying about confessing to someone you thought was gay who turns out to be straight

[dont-tell-my-mom-im-here]

When you go on an outdoorsy trip so the gays show up looking like a group of 5 year old boys:

[mantisgodsdomain]

We think the very unintended manner in which we are experiencing BG3 (datamining the game and then reading all of the dialogue by manually going through the game files and reading the text) may be altering our impressions of the game slightly. If we ever release most of this shit we are probably going to need to stick a "disclaimer: author of this fanfiction mostly experienced this game via datamining, and may not be an accurate source on things like maps, because the wizard's computer cannot run BG3" on there. Unrelatedly, if any of you Tumblr users out there who are capable of running BG3 happen to be willing to hop on call with us and do nothing but take a freecam around the scenery for a while, we're open.

[jamiemaybeme]

made this in like year 8 (seventh grade i believe? around 12/13 years old) and it kinda slaps

BUT TELL ME WHY I CAN'T LOOK A SINGLE THING WITHOUT THINKING OF AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY. THE BRAINROT IS BRAINROTTING. IT WON'T STOP. SOON IT WILL BE COMPLETELY DECAYED. SEND HELP. QUICKLY, BEFORE IT GETS TOO LATE.

[wispwatched]

OKAY..... okay so maybe HE IS a little pretty in an old rugged man kinda way....

[chcoticmuses]

can we be more exclusive? - Sydney/Liam

''more exclusive? where is this.. where is this coming from?'' it wasn't his best approach, but it was the only one he could come up with for the moment. ''we.. we're as exclusive as i can think of?''

@dcydrecmings

[celestialdandy]

FILLED OUT A SELFSHIP TEMPLATE LET'S GO!!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

i know canonically toasty only cites gift giving as their love language, but ALSO... his whole route he works hard on finding the author of blooming panic for you. specifically for you. because BP is important to you. what is that if not acts of service?!

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