#wow I should go to sleep

[solarisbeam]

HIYA‼️‼️‼️‼️

Varían sitting on a log, staring at the distance... hmm, I wonder what he is thinking about...

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[ssruis]

Good eye!

[piracytheorist]

Yor worrying that her disappearing because of her job would mean she betrayed the Forgers vs Yor realizing that the risk is worth protecting them.

Grey colours, the Forgers as she first met them having their backs at her with empty, disappointed faces, vs bright, warm colours, the Forgers as she now knows them facing her directly and smiling at her.

She starts the story feeling like an outcast, fearing that no-one, not even her brother, will accept her as she is. That people will turn their back on her, and her life will continue being colourless and lonely.

Then her life fills with colour, with people who will face her head-on and accept her. She develops into confidence that the Forgers care for her and is reminded that even if she ever has to leave because of her job, the knowledge that she protects innocent people...

and that this work of hers will be acknowledged...

... is enough to give her the strength to carry on.

[blabberoo]

"Are you..drunk..?"

He couldn't even talk right, his hands forming in half phrases to half words (is he even talking?), then finally resolving to a 'no'.

Drifter sighed, pinching his nose bridge between his fingers. "Goddamn it. How is that even possible."

He grabbed the corpse by the arm and dragging it over his shoulder, supporting the rest of him by the waist. The beheaded was thrashing at first, attempting to get off of Drifter's grip, yet was quick to give up when sudden motions was too much for his... flame? Letting most of his weight fall over the smaller person, to which he couldn't do anything but to grumble under his breath.

Thankfully, the base wasn't too far. It took a few walks to the door and onto the bed where Drifter plopped Bobby like a carcass (well he is.)

As he stood up and was about to walk away, the beheaded grabbed him by the cloak in a state of panic. This, of course, caught Drifter's attention, simply at stasis and looking at him as if to wait for a reason. Why did he stopped him? Why did it hurt to see him go? Why the hell does his head hurt..

His eye blinked weakly, tried to muster up the energy to speak.

"Vomit." he signed.

"Oh, shit. Wait! Hold on—" It took three second for Drifter to find a basin a bring it to Bobby, just in time for him to let it all out. Seriously, how is this possible?

Though he was able to have a slight sigh of relief he wasnt able to get the mess on the bed, that's one less thing to worry about.

"Sit up. I'm gonna have clean you."

It took him a bit slow but he followed without retaliation, possibly too sick to do so. Drifter walked away to the bathroom and returned with a new basin and towel. He begin cleaning whereever the mess got him, along his hands and to his arms. Although there's not much he could do with his clothes but to wipe off what he could, it's not like he'd be comfortable enough to change his clothes. He'll have to take care of thet himself when he's more sober.

"Lord Jackal, why do I put up with you." He muttered under his breath, moreso to himself.

However, that might have caught up Bobby's attention,as he raised his hands to sign.

"Why do you?"

Drifter's gaze caught his at the sudden movement, although his eye were still unfocused, perhaps by the lingering influence of alcohol.

"People— They always look out for me because I could somehow save them from their problems. No matter how many times I've shown them I couldn't— Don't want to! Because even if I did, I will still screw it up— time and time again— ALWAYS! But everything ends the same. Everything ends. And I'm still—"

He pauses, and his hands flopped over his lap. His head lowers and shoulder slacked. He had never been like this before. Quiet. Tired.

Of course, Drifter was the same. He approached him for the same reason, and yet it hasn't crossed his mind the fact that he had gone through this a lot. And he was adding up to that.

"Do you want to cut the deal?" He intended to make it sound neutral, though his remourse came out of his soft tone.

Bobby took a moment to register it, flame still swaying through the influence.

"I don't know. I just—"

God. It hurts to think. He felt like everything around him is swallowing him whole.

"I'm tired of people leaving. I just don't want—"

He hasn't blurted out like this in a long while, maybe never. And the guts of this dead body seemed to sprung alive only to churn in pain. Its all too much. He closed his eye and let his heavy toll rest upon Drifter's shoulder. Soft flames prickling the crook of his neck.

I don't want to be alone.

He felt arms wrap around him, a palm brushing along his back in a comforting rhythm. His mind focused on these sensation, and for a moment he could feel himself grounded under Drifter's touch. It felt like he could breath again, and for the first time, felt like he mattered to someone.

This simple moment alone could stay with him for eternity. And if that were the case, perhaps he can indulge himself in it.

Tomorrow— he can pretend to forget.

[todayisafridaynight]

december 31st vs january 1st

[moonpaw]

The Hiyoshi Pass scene

Something that REALLY confused me when playing this for the first time as well as spike my curiosity to 800% but now I finally know what's going on!

Your A-gang host "wakes up" and becomes incorporeal as you both visit a place that has a lot of memories for the A-gang

Kieren taunts THEM in particular "don't you want to see it through your own eyes?" Then they try to wake up, and the memory of storm 9 overwhelms and they have a huge freak out as strong that it wakes Adrest, who tries to calm the spirits of the A-gang down

Then they ask if Adrest trusts you, the Interceptor

And Adrest responds with a yes

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Forgive me, forgive me. I ask, I beg, I pray, but it never comes.

You know I find it incredibly bewildering to see just how much kalki reflects myself in him like YEAH Duh of course he does, he’s my little guy it’s like his full time job. But at the same time he is a fully functional facet of my being and he is at the mercy of my whimsies, and whatever he discovers in his arduous journey of self realisation is ultimately a reflection of what I discover in the real world. It’s also incredibly funny because ffxiv lore for dark knights is really baked into the idea of (re)discovering yourself amongst the bloodshed and continuing to live and love and thrive despite the world working against us. who would have thought such a raw message could come from an mmorpg side quest about edgy emo boys of all places

also adamantite armour of fending i would lay down my LIFE for u

variant + phone bg version + ID below the cut

tch as if you guys are actually going to use artwork of my little guy as your phone background. i know. how dumb. let a girl dream. i should make an alternate version but it's of Fray and Myste

[START ID: A picture with a red background focusing on the character's bust that is placed to the left of the image's centre. He is coloured with a dark blue overlay, contrasting with the red background. He has brown skin, long black hair that falls over his shoulders, and is wearing blue and gold armour and earrings. He is looking at the viewer, right eye dark brown and the left an glowing unnatural red, with an expression that looks determined and angry and yet bitter and forlorn. In the foreground and on the right side of the piece, a miniature version of the character stands coloured in a light blue overlay and wearing the same blue and gold armour, looking as if he is glowing. He is facing towards the left of the piece, or perhaps at the character bust, his expression unreadable. Above the miniature character's head is the symbol representing the FFXIV dark knight, coloured in gold. END ID.]

[i-am-a-living-god]

Anyone else ever look in a mirror and think "wow, that person is so pretty! But that's not me though."

[whumpy-wyrms]

it’s 3am and i’ve spent the past few hours drawing a bunch of doodles of me and anton hanging out together like we’re the bestest of friends because it’s my art and i can draw whatever i want forever

[solacedeer]

Random drabble i’m Calling it

Stomach Bug 🦟

//Oc Demelza • Light Angst • Drabble • not proofread • universe ikepri (no canon characters directly mentioned)//

Demelza is a wanderer by choice,

She has no fear, she knows her limits. Taking no unaffordable risks. Offering only as much trust as she could reasonably pay back in betrayal if need be.

Watch your back, maintain a presence, Help yourself, Accept no invitation; or You’ll be next on the lure.

To get by, Demelza has mastered the art of creeping in. She seeks out into intimate places with hesitant strangers. Reworks herself from a mysterious traveling vagabond into a capable Acquaintance, and trustworthy friend.

She creates a symbiosis. Whatever it is she’s needing, a place to stay, a service, a job, information, or even Attention.

In Exchange, she gives as much as she can. Not self sacrificing, but (Maintaining the power balance)

It is for this reason that Demelza loathes to be sick. For someone with her nature, to soak up as much love as possible, she couldn’t stand being Pampered. Being Reliant. And vulnerable.

As much as she’d love to be doted upon, fretted over, fed and given warm safe light meals. Her instinct told her not to give people power over her that way. In those moments of illness she lay shaking somewhere with a leaky roof, paranoidly flinching at every noise like a stray animal.

Avoiding the kind people she’d been staying with. Those she knows would offer their hands and bring her in. In those moments she’d wish she stayed home, or in the Capital. Or with the Moonshiners.

She’d think about all of the people who welcomed her in like a neighbor. Still feeling breathes of their warmth and unselfish sentiments which she was unsure she could authentically return.

Later, when she’s back in good health. The return is as bitter as the medicine she didn’t want. Faces scrunched and raised voices of frustration at her disappearing act, or Unbothered blank faces who hadn’t even noticed her absence.

Demelza would bury her face in her arms. Ashamed as she recalled these scenarios, and how neither satisfied her.

She peeks a red, blurry eye up to the moon, promising to it and herself that she would stop getting herself sick. Leaning her cold skin into the useless reflected light.

——

authors note; Thanks for reading, I made this because I got a Stomach bug (Whom is a real pain in the ass let me tell you. Makes me sick to my stomach!!!) and i’m incapable of sincerity so we must use this moment to explore The Oc, Creative Expression Wins yayyy 🎉🥳 thank you again!!!

If you notice any typos /(//∇//)\ omg you’re paying such close attention, I made this for a Pun title

[denfucker]

dennis... he is so interesting... silly, even...

to be worshipped is one thing. to be worshipped is a given. who wouldn't worship him? he leaves and the gang changes because who are they without him? he comes back and the gang chooses him because why wouldn't they? and the d.e.n.n.i.s system and being a golden god and demonstrate value, so they only see what you present and not what you are. sex is what you are. you are a god. see past the golden god and there's nothing there. engage physically. that's it, that's you. engage physically and they won't ask too many questions. nurture dependence, they want you. they worship you. they need you. neglect emotionally, once they start to get too close and worship and obsession tips into what you think is love. inspire hope, so they'll leave and come back again, because you decide what goes and what doesn't. and nothing goes. you are golden and perfect. they will never leave.

then. separate entirely. you leave first. they will cling onto you and kneel at your altar and miss the perfect version of you, and you will only be known as the golden god and you will only be remembered for sex because that is what you are.

and that's all you need. you need worship, you need obsession. you don't need to be loved, or known, because what does that bring you? to be known is to see past the facade. to be known means presenting every bit of yourself, every flaw and imperfection that you try to scrub and dye and push away before it becomes too obvious. and what do you do, when someone knows you, and they don't like what they see?

what then?

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[anthromimicry]

the duality of misao being one of the few psychiatrists in arkham that has actually made progress with some of their patients and treats them like human beings, but also someone who does a complete 180° later + EATS her patients and gaslights people who ask about them into thinking they were never committed there is currently making me go feral. like girlll why are you like this JSJSJ

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I want to take a 100 year nap, Wild, move over.

[heikyoprincesse]

I haven't paid attention but it's already 05/05 here on Brazil! Happy birthday to Luffy and me!!