#you know why

[cable-salamdr]

@electrikworm

guys you don't understand i love big buff horses so much

draft horses you are gods most perfectest creations

[pangur-and-grim]

-_- apparently the cut-off for this thing I want to submit to (which closes tomorrow) is 70k words, and I’ve got 67k

I need to think of three thousand words of bullshit to pad this thing. like a chapter where everyone goes for coffee, or something. 

[chipthekeeper]

hugs for anyone who needs them, pass it on!

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

*TAKES A DEEP BREATH*

Now that they have revealed who is going to play Crocodile, I have all sorts of feelings for the Cross Guild.

AND NONE OF THOSE FEELINGS IS HOLY.

LIKE.

HELLOOOOO???

[doing-something-unholy]

having some Thoughts about these two articles.

[ohno-the-sun]

Beach day! Also I totally don’t have a favorite

More ladies

Characters originally from ghost in the machine by venomous qwille

[kingscourthouse]

I'M BACK BABYYYYYY!!!

This an au that's loosely based on Epic The Musical. It was an idea I had a few months ago and so much is plotted out that I'm tempted to make a few comics.

[missingpucks]

i don’t like em

[askthesmg4apprenticeshipau]

4 & 3 this ture?

SMG3: In the past? Yes.

SMG3: Now? I would never-

SMG4: Special situations

SMG3: ...

SMG3: In special situations...

SMG3: No I will not elaborate

🍓: We love @grinnames Godbox!AU in this house and that one is by far one of my favorite drawings they've done for it

[rin-hanarin]

Sometimes I go out there. To hell. Also known as "YouTube Comments Under Veilguard Videos", where people keep starting funerals for the franchise for reasons they clearly pulled out of their ass after not paying attention to it for at least ten years. The general vibe is "We're just saying anything at this point." Qunari foreheads discourse with the subject matter being treated like it's an unfixable core issue and not a texture that can be tweaked or patched in. Evil corporation EA is evil, but it's conveniently forgotten when previous failures of Bioware are discussed, and people keep bringing up Andromeda and kick Anthem's corpse like it's inconceivable that the devs could learn from their mistakes. The rose tinted glasses for Origins are so tinted that it's elevated to a flawless masterpiece it really isn't. "My DA gone woke", but it's about the same identity options BG3 had and nobody gave a fuck. "Where's my tactical combat" bitches who most likely never used it and were switching to Morrigan all the time because being a warrior and pocking an enemy with a pointy stick was boring.

I genuinely don't get this degree of hate because like. People somehow can like Bethesda games, and then look at a cinematic game with obvious effort put into it and start bitching because it doesn't cater to their specific tastes like literally everything else in the industry. Just don't buy it, what even is this backlash? Against what?

[lunarw0rks]

johnny loves you in a sundress. send tweet.

[b0nebat]

Halloween discord kitten costume

[terrys-min-catl]

due to recent updates

[qqueenofhades]

Fairly sure that I could write an entire academia AU alone based on the number of times the janitors have locked my office (for which I don't yet have a key, requiring me to track down someone who does every single Monday morning and sometimes other days too) despite being asked literally every week by myself and many other people (and having an actual post-it note on the computer screen) requesting them to, uh, not do that.

[stnaf-vn]

For the new kid Friend art, is Friend wearing gloves? And a mask? Was Friend a germaphobe?

ALSO FRIEND LOOKS SO NOT INTIMIDATING FOR ONCE AWWWWW

Friend has a very mild case of mysophobia (fear of germs/contamination), but that's not why he is wearing it. :)

[youdontknowhowtodiequietly]

CaitVi after the fight

Hey, guys! I wrote a little thing for Arcane. It's the first time writing for this fandom, so sorry if it's shit, but I'm going to post it here, and also it's up on my AO3 if you want to read it there. The fic is called 'After Everything, There's Still Us' and my AO3 is crazy_stupid_potato (shameless self-promo, sue me).

Caityln could hear Vi amongst all the other clamour of voices, stampeding feet and crumbling buildings. She could hear her stopping people, asking if they’d seen her, Caitlyn, and to point her in the direction of where she was.

Caitlyn thought she’d be able to hear Vi amongst a crashing orchestra, and could see her in the darkest of rooms. She’d know her anywhere, no matter how much they both were changed by events in their life. 

Vi was getting closer, though she’d gone silent, likely having finally found out where Caitlyn was located. She saw a shadow stop outside the tent she was in, saw the shiver of their silhouetted shoulders as they took a deep breath in, and then the tent flaps moved apart and there she stood in stark relief of the sun streaming in.

Vi took two steps into the tent, flaps falling shut, and they just stared at each other for a moment. Caitlyn could see Vi’s eyes flicker over her body, even in the dim light. Her eyes always seemed to glow in the dark, the soft blue turning vibrant and electric. 

In turn, Caitlyn looked over Vi as best as she could. Her destroyed eye shivered as it tried to move the first few times Caitlyn tried to move her eyes beyond small flickers, so she just focused on the little parts. Vi’s arm in a sling. The bandages still covering the wound on her stomach, which seems to have opened up again, likely in the woman’s aggressive romp through the crowd, no doubt having defied a medic’s orders to stay put. The thought made a dazed, tired smile stretch Caitlyn’s lips, and that is what seemed to break the silence and Vi was surging forward, coming to a stop on her knees by Caitlyn’s cot.

“Cait-” it seemed like a sentence was meant to follow her name, but Vi just let the nickname dissipate into the air, staring down at Caitlyn with concern, but also bone-deep relief in her gaze. 

“I’m fine,” Caitlyn answered the unspoken question in Vi’s eyes. Immediate disbelief replaced Vi’s concerned expression, making her look almost angry, but Caitlyn knew she was far from it. Caitlyn grimaced sheepishly.

“I’m alive and plan to remain it for the foreseeable future,” she amends. That dramatic proclamation finally gets a smile out of Vi, and a little huff of amusement. 

“At least it’s both of us that look like shit, this time.” Vi jokes and Caitlyn laughs, though it quickly turns into a wince as it pulls at her stomach wound. Vi immediately notices and sends her an apologetic smile. 

“I doubt I pull off the look as well as you do,” Caitlyn returns, sending Vi a suggestive smile. Vi laughs, looking away but Caitlyn sees the blush on her face. She is always amazed that she’s able to fluster Vi. It used to seem like such an impossible task. 

“Don’t doubt yourself, cupcake,” Vi tries to flirt back, flicking her eyes up and down Caitlyn’s body in a way that was supposed to seem just as suggestive as Caitlyn’s comment, but it falls short as Vi is unable to mask the concern that still lingers. Caitlyn’s smile softens to something kinder, more sympathetic.

“Hey,” she says gently, and Vi looks up, meeting her eyes. “I’m going to be fine, we both are.” There’s a horrible, grief-stricken look on Vi’s eyes for the brief moment it takes her eyes to well-up and then she’s crying and Caitlyn is baffled.

Vi covers her face, curling in on herself, letting out small apologies between sobs and heaving breaths. Caitlyn doesn’t know what to do, she can barely move so she just rests a hand in Vi’s hair, the closest part to Caitlyn. She doesn’t know why Vi is crying, but Caitlyn doubted it was an adrenaline rush finally leaving her body in a cathartic release of emotion. She doesn’t seem the type to be affected so much by those types of rushes anymore. So she lets Vi cry as much as she needs to, for as long as she needs to, gentling fingers through her matted hair. The strands are so dirtied with dust, and clumped with sweat that she looks less like an angry oil-slick and more like a wet, stray dog.

After a long few minutes of sobbing, Vi drops her hand from her face, instead it comes up to curl around Caitlyn’s wrist. She’s still breathing heavily, each exhale shaky and sometimes incomplete. Caitlyn remains quiet until Vi has her breathing mostly under control.

“What happened?” She asks, tentatively. Vi starts crying again, but it’s not heaving and inconsolable like before, just silent tears streaming down her face, following the tracks the previous ones made through the dirt on her cheeks. Her breathing remains shaky, but she’s not hyperventilating like she had been. 

“Jinx-” Vi chokes out. “She- she’s-” Vi bows her head, face scrunching with agony of the emotional kind. Caitlyn doesn’t need her to say anything else, she remembers her own reaction to finding out her mother was killed in the explosion vividly.

Caitlyn still didn’t know how she felt about Jinx. Her emotions were complicated, but she didn’t need them figured out to be able to understand Vi’s grief. 

“Oh, Vi. I’m so sorry.” She struggles to sit up, but manages, Vi scrambling to help her. 

“What-” she clears her throat, panic suddenly sobering her from her sobs, “what’re you doin’?” She kneels in front of Caitlyn, uninjured hand on her thigh as if to stop her from getting up. That hadn’t been Caitlyn’s intention anyway, but she doesn’t bother telling Vi that. Instead, she opens her arms, looking Vi in the eyes encouragingly. She sees Vi take in her request, eyes going wide, bottom lip quivering ever so slightly, then she’s throwing herself into Caitlyn’s arms, careful to avoid aggravating both of their injuries more. Caitlyn spreads her legs to accommodate the broad woman, and Vi shuffles closer, burying her head against her shoulder. 

Caitlyn rubs a hand soothingly up and down Vi’s back as she heaves sobs into her bare shoulder, burying her face in Vi’s grimey hair.

“It’s going to be okay,” she whispers into the strands before resting her cheek against her head. She believed it. Vi was the strongest person she’d met. She’s been through so much. So much violence, pain and sorrow; some of that caused by herself, she thinks guiltily, and they still have so much to do, not just reconciliations between themselves but with the two cities as well. Yet, right now, all Caitlyn can think about is how this beautiful, strong woman in her arms will be okay. It’ll hurt, they both know it will, but in the end, they’ll leave this tragedy, this exhaustion and grief behind, and heal from it. Together.