#i Wanna meet her again

[protagonist-art]

i may have problems and issues 🥳

#buck has a stocky working horse kinda build :3 i dont think i got that across BWHWHA hopefully i can draw him again #ive been ruminating on this for MONTHS #john marston is called john dory for the sake of laughs and making real john dory insecure until he meets him and realises this is the most #awkward emo man on the planet #john is a country troll!! #terrier has the same kinda legs as sadie!! #i wanna design the entire van der linde gang but idkkkk if I'll get to it #the o'driscolls r called the troll driscolls because there's literally no other choice #eagle is sadie's bounty hunter name :3 #jake adler is called sage!! because marigolds protect sage from harmful bugs n insects and yeas ironic... but her revenge business keeps it #making sense #also look at me getting better at drawing cowboy hats >:o) #protagonist ocs #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #rdr2 #trolls #trolls world tour #trolls band together #sadie adler #john marston #sean macguire #arthur morgan #oc #kinda #hehehehe

[maskyartist]

i KNOW i said i'd draw putt putt branch but i cant control the vibe and the vibe rn is feral clay

he vaguely remembers floyd. vaguely. he knows floyd was...there. at some point when his mind was whole. but he cant see where he'd be. a lot of his past memories were pushed away to make room for survival instinct, so his memories mostly consist of good ones with (Sp)Bruce and the night he left, the argument with JD mostly

floyd's kinda be pushed to the back of his mind, so its like meeting someone new. Clay smells death on him. Decay. But he stands and talks like a living creature.

Floyd confuses Clay. He calls him Pink. He'll remember his name eventually.

#masky says #trolls dreamworks #feral putt putts au #putt putt trolls #trolls clay #trolls floyd #finally doodled floyd! :D idk i like his gay lil vibe #hes so twinkish its ridiculous #i wanna put him under a microscope #clay's very curious about floyd he lingers around him a lot #his reactions and existence confuses him...he smells like death but hes living. baffles his mind #meanwhile floyd's trying to handle this being his big brother now. the same big brother who read to him every night #who taught him math and basic science. the things he needed to know. who taught him fun facts. #is now an animal and knows less then he does. its like a nightmare. its terrifying to see someone you love reduced to nothing #hes pushy on clay's recovery i think. he wants him to get better. makes him push himself too far #but he just wants normalcy again. he wants clay back to himself so he can feel normal #he wants to meet his REAL big brother not this monster who has his face #meanwhile clay's just watching. learning. trying to figure him out. put faces to memories #its hard when his instinct for when things get too hard is to retreat into viva #bury his face in her shoulder hide in her pelt he just shields himself from the world with viva #and she lets him she protects him always and forever they're each others half to a whole #did yall know im obsessed with my own au? :D

[joanbaezed]

diamonds and rust makes me feel fucking crazy

#WELL ILL BE DAMNED HERE COMES YOUR GHOST AGAIN #BUT THATS NOT UNUSUAL ITS JUST THAT THE MOON IS FULL AND YOU HAPPEDN TO CALL! #now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic….. then give me another word from it #bob dylan when i find you…… #also i signed up for the meet and greet and watch joan’s new documentary.. deluding myself into thinking i’ll win #i wanna talk to her so bad #joan baez

[pinayelf]

I know fans joke abt how the warden is more competent than the inquisitor bc they did all that w/o much help but the funny thing abt amihan is she actually isn't

she was 20, angry and hated herself and the world, she ended up in the situation she was in bc she was...a petty snitch. she also hates being a grey warden and continues to hate being one through dai - she actually leaves but then decides to search for the cure

for most of the Blight, it was fuck up after fuck up. like I play it so that I have enough ppl to help me fight the archdemon, but in my personal headcanon, she pissed off a lot of potential help (whether it be Circle mages who overheard her saying she was "gonna annul this shit" out of anger, eamon's men who did NOT like her, bhelen who didn't really trust the fact that she knew nothing about politics), left a bad taste in people they came across and picked a fight with anora

which I think makes sense for a 20 year old ill-adjusted young woman who had to learn how to be more selfless. beating the archdemon was pure luck mixed with people just NOT WANTING the Blight to destroy ferelden and realizing joining the fight was the only way to stay alive

amihan does grow, but it's slow, she has to process trauma, understand she hurt people and ruined their lives and to actually experience what it's like being loved (both platonic and romantic)

I tend to not post so much abt how much amihan fucked up and almost let a Blight swallow ferelden bc I tend to feel anxious abt how ppl will receive it but I think it's important to her character and it's fun and interesting for me to play with it in this case

immy is 100% more competent than amihan, in spite of her own flaws, but I love both my messy and my scaredy cat girl all the same

#amihan amell #my first pt of dao was a mess tbh lmao and i messed up so much and amihan's canon is pretty similar #after i fucked up and left amalia possessed ive been thinking abt playing the rest of the game where i'll pick what amihan would actually do #regardless of whether or not thatll end up being a good thing in the long run lmao so watch this space #i also wanna talk abt her friendships w morrigan and zev #god i love morrigan to death but lmaoo i know them being so close they just enabled each other's bad habits #which i think why it was good that morrigan and amihan drifted after dao bc they needed to grow apart #its v important to me that they meet again #zev is extremely important to amihan learning how to be selfless #im sorry to zev tht he had to deal w amihan's bs during a blight 😭😭😭 #also there are companions and other characters that just straight up hate amihan and lol 😭 #anyway just rambling bc i love an incredibly flawed female character and thts what i wanna portray w amihan

[oatbugs]

pls i need to provide updates

#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year #and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire #and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f #friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl #acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what #are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and #friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me! #LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after #everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to #invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me #i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother #and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids #so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo #any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷‍♀️ #but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd #and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk #THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date #w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a #few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay #scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK #like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl #like is that even doable #but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much #.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us #god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x #but it would be soooo funny #I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed #popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x #i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like #its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe

[kiraman]

Outside, the rain beats softly against leaves and earth. The sound is soothing, the gentle murmur of a mother’s lullaby, coaxing her child to sleep. In truth, she, too, finds her eyelids heavy, her chest weighted down with the invitation of rest. She declines, politely – instead choosing to rise up, bright eyes mirroring the image of the woman whom shares her bed. Unlike her, Mizu is very much awake: stoic, unyielding, invoking the pristine posture of a marble statue marred by war— Mizu, who is blue and cold and terrifying, who is fair and handsome and dark and bright both, whose strength is in her arms,  heavy with all the death she carries, crimson as murder and cruel like the winds that lash the ocean; sea-foam sprung and endless   ( a joyless bastard, she hears somebody call Mizu once, not to her face, but to her back. )   A soft exhale pools from her nose, and she leans forward, lips pressing an indulgent kiss upon a scar that imposes itself near her shoulder— Mizu does not stir, half lost to her already to that darkness that calls out to her like the moon howls for the tide; but she spares her a glance, and somehow, it's enough, the smoky-glint of it, fire and steel, how her lips twitch, how she does not pull away from her touch when she presses her face into the warmth of her neck, her lips chasing the incline of her throat (she's beautiful and terrifying, she's ocean fury itself, has swallowed the storm, married death in secret and sacred rites; she does not know how she will ever survive it, losing her again, but she will...) “–your restlessness could wake the dead, Mizu,” her breath is warm against her skin.   The swell of her mouth, warm, scarlet with lipstick, tender at the apex of her bare shoulder. “get some sleep.” she urges, her long slim fingers running now over her chest, loving the lean-muscled feel of her, loving the roughness of her skin, its lovely color.     Not a joyless bastard; but, a thing of the wild places, she thinks, fondly–  steel and metal heated hot and hammered into shape. 

Her hands are sea-rough, brine beneath the nails and blood at the knuckles; she's water, water, water— she is ocean depth, brimming with the Gods; bending to kiss her palms is like diving from the rocks into deep, cruel currents; it pulls her down, drowns her in its glorious fury. Somehow, this death she gladly dies a thousand times.

Mizu does not pull away; come first light, she will be gone, she will not say goodbye, won't spare a glance to what she leaves behind for what she's chasing, but for now— for now, she lets her crawl into the warmth of her arms, lets her tug at her chignon, until her hair spills out of its neat knot around her bare shoulders, and she sits, quietly, already, half swallowed by the shadow that hangs off her like a burial shroud, and watches her toy with her hair, the dark silk of it.

And if her mouth fleetingly curls into something softer when she smiles at her, Mizu does not try to hide it, either; it is, after all, for her eyes alone. (A parting gift.)

When morning comes, her bed is empty, but she can still smell the peat fire in her sheets. It scalds her skin raw; she cannot look at neither flame nor water and not think of her: beautiful and pitiless and wild for to keep— not hers.

Never hers.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #mizu #mizu x fem!reader #mizu x akemi #it could be anything im being Vague af in purpose #I just wanna talk about mizu and a lady to give her scars a soft kiss #writing tag. #In my mind it's somehow Mizu x akemi after she comes back home years after and they somehow meet again and Things happen.but!! Make of it #what u will!! #my writing. #my writing #I forgot the tag

[enden-k]

still not ready to play the card event or whatever tf is going on, in my mind and heart im still in sumeru enjoying the school festival akademiya event, eating nice food, exploring the forests, playing with the desert foxes, watching the gorgeous sunset after a day playing around at the darshans stands, cheering everyone on and later celebrating kavehs victory with everyone at the tavern while u all moved on KAJBJCKBKJ 😭

#im not ready to leave sumeru and all the characters behind in general wdym fontaine is around the corner....so soon already.............😭 #sobbing forever #kirara helpst tho i rlly wanna meet her so ill start some time but not now AKJBCKJ #i lit logged back in just now bc i was like hmm i should start with the event but i see the banner and alr feel tired and #just not ready LMFAOOO #*logs out again* #babbles #tbd

[sunshades]

One thing about canto VI is like. I see so many people predicting it'll be about Fighting Evil Wife or Breaking Codependent Toxic Relationship and I just kinda think that would suck? If the major theme isn't grief AND love and the way both are seen as like Kinda Weird/inappropriate in the setting of the city. Then I'll be very sad.

#bell.txt #not putting it in the tag i dont wanna spam but yes limbus posting yes girls will be thinking about mortal regret #LIKE. LIKE. remember the discourse on twt about how like it was bad writing that yi sang didnt mourn dongbaek etc #and like that was the thing right. thsts not a thing you do in the city. that was part of why roland (who takes lots after wh's themes) #was so exceptional. that is the whole thing about the sickness of the city #to say it in comedia literary criticism terms: sins are split between wrongly-directed love and excess of love with sloth (lack of love) #being an outlier. i think heatho and generally og wh is about excess of love and not wrongly-directed love. it is the thing that lasts #all the way to the other side. it is the shared coffin and meeting again in the next life #i think itd be AWFULLY disappointing to get some boring boring 'they make each other worse' take. being APART due to societal pressures #makes them worse and horribly lonely. death makes them worse baby. so in my mind thats it #we get to see cathy die or still be unreachable in some way and then in very roland style we get furioso mode #and then the ending is about recognizing the love that has in fact been there all along and carrying it with u. and hoping to reunite some #where some other time. NO more slander of that awful girl. YES to the comfort of the memories. #me typing over my foscolo notes like i can surely post about heathcliff really fast and not write a novel in the tags (unaware) #i have more thoughts about this in regards to ruina with xiao and some stuff from leviathan but in the meantime. listen to my ramblings boy #ALSO. considering that implication. he feels for her what queequeg feels for ishy. ARGHH. RIPPING MY HAIR OFF #ok actually its been enough hours to not spam ppl I'll tag it now for blog org. i should maybe have a tag for posting specifically #limbus company

[jocelynships]

Going to a convention today, and I’m so excited! My niece and I are dressing up as Amy and Cream from the Sonic games and it’s gonna be so cute! Obviously I’ll show pics of me lol but yeah! It seems like a small con, so nothing too exciting this time (which tbh is fine with me, the last three cons I went to did overwhelm me despite how fun it was meeting all those VAs), but it IS my niece’s first ever convention!

So if I’m quiet for the day, that’s why lol.

#I can’t wait to see her reaction to everything #if she really liked this one my sister is thinking about going to Fanboy Expo this year #which I’m going again bc it was legitimately fun last year #and even if the TMNT guys aren’t there again there was other fun stuff #and there will probably be other people I’d wanna meet going

[hippolotamus]

Tagged by the talented @giddyupbuck @buddierights @eddiediaztho @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @911onabc (make sure you check their posts!)

Posting a lengthy snippet of you're where I wanna go under the cut because: I can, I have no impulse control, and I'm hoping this will make me write beyond this stage and get Buckaroo a little relief. Or at least, y’know, less sad 😘

No pressure tagging @shortsighted-owl @alyxmastershipper mi cariña @disasterbuckdiaz @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @wildlife4life @stereopticons @elvensorceress  @monsterrae1 @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @spaceprincessem @thewolvesof1998 @chaosandwolves @statueinthestone @eowon @the-likesofus @barbiediaz @cowboy-buddie @your-catfish-friend @forthewolves

“Evan? Is that you?”  Even with walls of plaster and heartache between them he can hear the obligation in his mother’s tone. The hollow echo of concern that reaches for him before bouncing off and landing with a dull thud on the oriental carpet in the foyer.  He removes his jacket, draping it over his arm, and walks towards the parlor, finding her sitting with her back to him in a favorite chair. His late father’s matching one still exists stoically beside it, a reminder of the man’s presence, even in death.  The faint scent of peppermint tea drifts through the air, coupled with the tinkling sound of her spoon against the gold rim of a hand-painted china cup, stirring stirring stirring.  “Good evening, mother.” “You’re late,” she comments, not bothering to turn around.  “I was out walking.” It’s not untrue. And it’s not as if she actually cares what he was doing. He leans with his shoulder against the doorframe, waiting to hear if there’ll be more than the impatient sigh he’s sure she means for him to notice.  “That girl should really be more considerate of your time, Evan.” That girl.  Margaret Buckley has never shown interest in knowing more than she absolutely has to regarding the details of Buck’s romantic life. Truthfully, he almost prefers it that way. Less ammunition for her to cut him down with. Not none, but less.

The soft parts of him that yearn for a mother’s affection do want her to show genuine curiosity. But her current disregard for Ali sets off a flare of annoyance that makes his jaw tense.  “Miss Martin,” he corrects. When she doesn’t answer, he adds, “But that won’t be a problem going forward. She’ll be leaving to pursue other opportunities.” The spoon makes a halted clink. “I suppose it was only a matter of time. She never did seem very reliable.” Margaret pauses to sip from her tea. “We’ll start fresh tomorrow then.” Tomorrow. Meaning that In less than twelve hours she intends for him to be meeting and charming potential new partners. As if he’s seeking a trinket. Something inconsequential. The spark of annoyance tips into a full bodied discontent.  His fingers curl in, nails digging into the fleshy bits of his palm. Selfishly, he wants the skin to break open, allowing his frustration to drip on the imported rug. To then wipe away the excess on each hand-embroidered curtain and stain them with his misery. He wants to pull his wretched, broken heart from his chest and set it on his father’s chair. Maybe then it would be worthy of inspection. But, of course, he doesn’t do any of those things. “Nevermind that I might need some time before going off in search of the next Mrs. Buckley. That I might want just a- a breath before seeking out the unsuspecting person who has to spend the rest of their life with me a-and this family.” “Evan.” Margaret turns to him then, wide eyed with her mouth set in a tense line. “You're being dramatic. You have very few obligations to, as you say, this family. What’s left of it anyway. You are provided for and need not lift a finger if you don’t want to. The only thing required of you is to find a suitable wife, and to grow up. Is that so impossible?” Buck is suddenly twelve years old again, desperate to please his parents. To diffuse any contention that stands in the way of him being loved.  “N- no. I’m simply asking for a little time. Not much. Not even a week. Just a few days to recover so I can have a clear head to think with. Please.” Margaret’s deep scowl relaxes to a more neutral air of indifference before she turns away from him again.  “One,” she says. “I will allow you one day.” The room falls silent as it was before. The only exceptions are a silver spoon resuming the task of stirring what must be lukewarm peppermint tea, and the grandfather clock ticking in the corner.  Buck silently excuses himself, taking the dismissal for what it is.

#buck's gonna meet his lifeline next #well meet her again #😉 #fuck it friday #hippo writes #watch me abuse those italics and dashes #fic: you’re where i wanna go #buddie wip

[strawberry-cowmilk]

you know you're addicted when the store employee looks at you and goes 'I see you here often you're the one with the outfits'

#nana talks #true story from today #like you can find a lot of sanrio items in there #and I go in there and waste my hard earned money on every my melody I lay my eyes upon #the employee knew that because when I asked if the little dolls behind her were for sale she instantly got my melody for me #despite there being other characters too #it was a joke with my friends like one day the employees there will say they know me well that day came #bless the employee from today she was super sweet and I will probably meet her again hehe #by the way I love it when people recognise me due to my outfits #like you're all so sweet I wanna give you all a hug that instantly makes my day

[fereldanwench]

not me having an impulse to start yet another canon!run for valerie

#technically i have one in play rn #but i wanna go through act 1 and konpeki and meeting goro again #i was rereading all my old PT notes from the first two runs #and it's making me nostalgic for that part of her story #plus i wanna do some photo stories with goro and valerie when they're still sus of each other #i feel like im talking myself into it lmao #t: wench.txt #oc: valerie v powell

[nerefee]

one of my coworkers keeps falsifying data and it’s pissing me off, I don’t like snitching but I do care about this project and I would appreciate!! If she didn’t make me fix everything at least!!!

#a #It’s SO annoying #this is really easy work I do not think she’s too stupid for it #i think she just doesn’t wanna do it #which would be fine!! I don’t mind her not doing shit!! but do not just put wrong data into the system bc you’re trying to fake your work!! #Theres a Meeting on Monday and I really hope she’ll stop this shit by then #like I’ll observe and wait before I mention this agAIN #(tried to put it on a technical error at first (bc I genuinely thought it was bc the data was WEIRD))

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#yet again i fail to convince my counselor i have executive function problems. mostly its bc i dont think well in the moment but also i just #feel kinda weird rn so i was having trouble making my thoughts connect. but i swear to christ i do have problems making my executives #function. i think the issue is im a grad student so i do well in school. not that it matters bc i kno loads of grad students with pretty #god awful adhd. one of my former lab mates was like. Adderall barely made her normal. and yet she was still a phd student #so like. its possible to have executive function issues as a grad student. the problem with me is the obsessive thoughts and self #destructive behavior so to her it sounds like im telling myself that i cant get my brain to work unless i put myself under extreme pressure #rather than i cant get my brain to work so to cope im putting myself under extreme pressure bc if i dont nothing gets done #but like fucking if i try to relax i dont do things. i cant clean my kitchen or my room or take out the trash or do my laundry #and im not like not doing it bc i dont wanna. these things r causing me active distress but i cant flip the switch that makes them happen #ive gotta write a grant proposal. read a paper. and find a paper to discuss by tomorrow morning. i had time to do all of this before but i #didnt do it. y didnt i do it? fucking i dont kno. ugh. whatever. i got refered to a psychiatrist so well see what happens there #i did accidentally set the meeting to when i meet with my advisor tho. oops. also my counselor said it sounds like im a rat running on a #wheel. which is accurate but also a really fucking funny thing to have said abt u. ur r a scrawny neglected lil rat. boohoo. #idk what type of medication she thinks i should b on. like what symptom r we trying to exhaust? the 0cd or the mood issues? #i dont even kno what the issue is. not that i guess it matters. idk. i need to read and write. fucking hell #unrelated

[petrichorium]

The fav I have the most frequent (and most intense) fights with is actually jing yuan btw

#pattering on the roof #he has a tendency to make me feel stupid and it’s not entirely by accident #he just can’t help himself #like JDNJFNEF I reference it in my meet fruit fic (which was Very selfship coded) but #the first massive fight we have is before we start dating when he’s still like courting me ig #and wheedles me into playing starchess w him #but I’m BAD at starchess okay I hate it I suck at it sucking at it makes me hate it more #and I like him so much and he’s so good and I wanna make a good impression but I SUCK and I leave every time upset #and he knows ofc he does. I’m improving and he loves seeing me improve which is why he keeps asking #eventually he’s like well maybe it’ll help if I let her win #no. it doesn’t. I blow up at him entirely bc I HATEEEE being condescended to and if u wanted someone who could beat u in starchess then go #find someone else u fucking asshole don’t humiliate me like that (<- face puffy weeping literally the only two people in the garden) #and I storm off sobbing. literally refuse to interact w him for MONTHS he’s making every excuse to bump into me and it’s full cold shoulder #I also never fully forgive him for it. we never play starchess again even centuries down the line after we’re married and he’s retired #n e way yeah #p much every fight is similar he just makes me feel dumb sometimes and I lash out at him #and frankly often it’s warranted bc not infrequently he provokes me on purpose #ss.🌧 yujing

[imogenkol]

thank god I got over that straight girl I had a massive crush on a couple years ago…

#she just got engaged and that would have been utterly devastating in 2021 lmao #I was crushing on her for like a three years too…. #and told myself I would never get feelings for a straight girl #we did have a really sweet meet cute and she was really fun to hang with as a friend #then she started dropping hints that she might wanna….experiment….and I just sorta pretended that I wasn’t picking up on that #but anyway I’m happy for her #and will hopefully not get a crush again any time soon