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xtarotdollx · 1 day
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Hey do you ever think about how the entirety of The Strange Case is told in the past tense. So when the books says “I let my brother go to the devil in his own way, he [Utterson] used to say quaintly” to us this is the beginning of the book, but to Gabe he has already been through everything. Do you ever think that he stopped saying this little phrase of his because of Jekyll. That he USED to be kind and trusting of everyone, and non judgmental of peoples faults, but Jekylls crimes and betrayal changed him somehow? That’s after the events of the book the greif and trauma changed him and he actually is no longer the lovely perfect comfort man we know and love but someone much colder, jaded, and isolated??? Anyway I’m doing great thanks for asking
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verk0my · 3 months
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I promise...
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citristik · 1 year
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Thinkin about Bteam (stands for best team!) as I play around with styles :]
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finalherrschers · 21 days
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what if...what if the nuke went to the prison. what if tommy didnt die. what if it ended the way they wanted but they knew it wasnt right.
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wishingly-mesh · 1 month
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Hellooooo symas faaans!! Rise and shine teehee, it’s a good day to be alive!!!
Tomas is so fun to draw…
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nerdanelschildren · 8 months
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Do you all think Maedhros ever told Fingolfin about how he saw him from Thangorodrim and screamed for him but Fingolfin didn’t hear it?
Do you think he ever told Fingon?
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delicate-sketch · 3 months
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I was thinking about Nico and Will at New Rome and accidentally made them look too young
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happy little nico do terrible things for my mental health like this never happened he was never running and laughing while holding hands with will solace he was fighting for his life for the world
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a-spacecadet · 1 year
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✨ Shadow ✨
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astrophilix · 11 months
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Context:
Nico and Piper met again after some years by Jason’s gravestone. They chat for a bit, catching up.
Piper was able to completely move on and she’s making big progress in her relationship with her girlfriend while Nico’s relationship with Will ended and after the break up Nico realized that Jason’s death hurt him bad cause he wasn’t only his friend.
Hearing the other demigod being happy despite everything didn’t sit well with Nico.
(They both deserve to move on and be happy but I have to put my angsty feelings somewhere)
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annmarcus63 · 1 year
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Coën tells Vesemir that he saw something remotely large flying over the old stronghold to the west. Everyone but Geralt is thrilled. Apparently, they've been waiting for an opportunity like this, a chance to take Ciri with them to fight her very first beast as a witcher trainee. 
Lambert, Cöen, Geralt, Ciri and Yen are getting ready to take off the very next morning when Geralt asks Jaskier if he wants to come too. Jaskier tries to hide his surprise under a nonchalant facade, but he can't fool the witcher. The bard accepts the offer not a second later. It seems that his strategy is working after all, Geralt never asked if he wanted to come on a hunt before. It seems, Jaskier thinks with a lump on his throat, that he was in fact the problem after all. 
It's a short walk to the stronghold. Ciri observes the witchers track the beast, she's a fast learner. Jaskier watches too from an unobtrusive safe distance. Until all goes to hell. A royal archgriffin followed by its mate lands on the field taking everyone by surprise. Someone starts shouting orders, one archgriffin traps Lambert under its claws. It's a complete chaos. Suddenly the earth starts shaking, a roar swipes the air, Jaskier's blood goes cold when he sees a big ugly horned creature bolting from the trees. A chort. The new arrival takes everyone by surprise. Ciri ends up cornered by the chort, she has nowhere to go. Geralt is too far away; Yennefer is helping Lambert and Cöen; Ciri has lost her sword and the beast is about to bolt towards her. He acts without thinking. Nothing can't happen to her, he won't let it, even if it feels like he's running to his death. Geralt won't care, but he will if it's Ciri, he'd blame himself. It'd be Renfri all over again.  He won't let it happen. Jaskier shouts with all his might while grabbing Ciri's sword from the grass where she dropped it. He grabs the sword with both hands and plunges it into the beast's rear. Not used to handling swords, his hands slip through the blade, he feels the skin of his palms opening, like butter under a hot knife, followed by a river of blood. Someone it's shouting his name; he thinks it may be Ciri. The chort roars annoyed and turns to the bleeding bard. 
It happens in an instant. He is thrown through the air; a flash of pain explodes in his chest and grows to a cruel entity. He wishes for death.
 
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He wakes up with a gasp followed by a groan of pain. It seems he's back at Kaer Morhen.
Not dead, then, he thinks with a hint of remorse. 
Triss is there in an instant. The witchers summoned her to help heal him, apparently, he was (is) in a very horrifying shape. He asks her for Ciri and the others, she says everyone is well, just a few bumps and bruises. Jaskier feels relieved.
"You were dead for a couple of minutes" Jaskier doesn't know what to say so he settles for thanking her for saving him. He has two broken ribs and a few more cracked, breathing is an utterly painful experience, but Triss' concoctions help a little. His hands are bandaged, Triss says they need a lot more healing, but she reassures him that he'll be able to play again. In time, at least. 
"I've never seen Geralt like that" she says suddenly "He- he said he couldn't feel you." Jaskier doesn't reply, he's rather immersed in the movement of her hands changing his chest bandages. 
"I didn't know you two were..." 
"No one knows." Says Jaskier feeling tired, body and soul. 
As if sensing the sadness in Jaskier's heart, Triss adds “He was scared.” 
"He would be fine."
"You're his soulmate, Jaskier. I don't think that he’d be fine.” 
"I have never been his soulmate." The bard flinches at his own bitterness. "I've only been a friend. A traveling companion." He corrects. 
“Jaskier…”
"He was never meant for me. Destiny must have got it all wrong, the mark on Geralt's arm should be Yennefer's not mine." He doesn't know why he's saying that to her. Maybe it’s the shock or it’s the pain, but he wants to tell someone, anyone, about another kind of pain he's been carrying all these years. He is crying, Triss hands him a tissue and smiles in a reassuring way.
Jaskier cries silently with intervals of gasps of pain, while Triss finishes his bandages and hands him a cup of fresh water. Jaskier thanks her in a quiet whisper. 
"I couldn't make him happy anyway" he wipes the tears from his eyes and finds that his hands are shaking "She does. She really does." 
"I never take you for the self-sacrificing type" says Triss holding one of his hands and squeezing. He wants to hug her, but refrains from doing so due to her broken ribs.
"I'm not" he clarifies "I'm just realistic. How could Geralt want someone like me when he has her?" 
After a few seconds of silence she says "You are enough, Jaskier." 
He wants to laugh, to disagree but refrains from it. He's only a bard, after all.
There's a knock at the door. They turn at the same time. It's Geralt, he's holding a bowl of stew in one hand and a single yellow flower on the other, and looking at Jaskier with an expression the bard can't quite decipher. 
Jaskier feels his cheeks blushing. Fucking idiot, he must have heard his pathetic monologue. 
"Can I talk to him?" He says to Triss. She stands and says "Of course." She leaves hurriedly, leaving the two staring at each other. Something heavy lies between them.
This is it, Jaskier thinks, this is where my heart will break for good.
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chaosgremlinmunson · 4 months
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It was fine, this was fine, he just needed a moment to recollect himself. Surely he'd misheard the group, that couldn't be right. But then, wait.
Eddie had been distant lately, sneaking off from everyone and whispering into his phone a smile on his face. Had Steve really been so oblivious to his friends' changes?
He leaned against the wall in his room, his head tilted back as he tried and failed to keep his eyes from tearing up. This was a good thing if Eddie had found someone to love. I mean, honestly, how long was he expecting Eddie to be available, the man was sex personified, albeit dorky as hell, but still, it didn't take a rocket scientist to notice how absolutely gorgeous this man was, obviously he wasn't going to be single forever.
Steve breathed in deep, and wiped his face, rinsing it quickly in the bathroom to chase away the tear tracks on his cheeks and plastered a smile on his face before jogging back out to the living room of their apartment.
Eddie was sitting on the couch giggling with Chrissy as a knock came to the door of the apartment, Eddie shot up his grin even wider before bouncing over to the door and opening it. Steve couldn't believe the man he saw Eddie ushering in, he for all real intents and purposes was a carbon copy of Steve himself. From the polo shirt, the coiffed hair, light wash jeans, to his pristine white Nikes. The man smiled politely at everyone and turned to Eddie leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. Steve felt like his entire soul was shattering, he wrapped his arms around his stomach leaning against the kitchen counter, and looked out of the window watching the clouds pass by.
So, here he was, heartbroken all because he hadn't found the courage to tell his friend he was in love with him, and now he had to fake being okay, while clearly having to watch the man he loved, loving someone else.
Robin came and stood next to him, bumping her shoulder against his, an eyebrow raised. He shrugged, leaning his head against her shoulder and she placed a sweet kiss on his temple. Steve wasn't sure how he was going to survive this, but he knew he had to get it together. He was either going to have avoid Eddie or push these feelings down if he didn't want to lose his friend. He wasn't sure which option was worse, all he knew was that he was currently living his own personal version of hell.
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raerodart · 12 days
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I'm worried as for what the rest of the gang meant by "CatNap killed DogDay in their respective worlds".
Did they witness them or were they just rumors spread by the other inhabitants of their worlds?
Few of them got the news from their friends
As for the others that witnessed it before their very eyes-
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Y e a h
Didn’t bode well for them 😬
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the-friend-for-life · 2 years
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Spoilers for 305!
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bluberryfields · 2 months
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Good Omens - Crowley - End of the World
Made a video for my favorite disaster puppy
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What happens when you survive one apocalypse just to have your world end anyway?
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fistfuloflightning · 8 months
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It was ritual by now, being gathered from the prisons and paraded before the Emperor. Praying that—whichever poor dragon was chosen to have their core ripped out that day—it wasn’t him or his er-ge.
And like every day for the last week, he craned his head and searched the faces of the neat lines of prisoners. But as always Shen Qi was absent. Shen Yuan tugged at his brother’s sleeve, hiding his action from the guards. “Where is Da-ge?” he whispered.
“I told you,” Shen Jiu said shortly, chin lifted like an emperor in his own right and not the most battered of the prisoners, “Qi-ge escaped. That’s why he’s gone. He’ll come for us, never doubt that.” Shen Jiu spoke with the same certainty as the day they were all thrown into the Emperor’s prisons. I’ll protect you, didi. I will never let them touch a hair of your head so long as I breathe.
And, as in all things, Shen Yuan believed him.
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thatordinaryoddity · 9 months
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My current (angsty) WIP piece, sepia sketch version.
I planned for this to go alongside a potential new fanfiction/oneshot and there‘s also a colored version in the making. Stay tuned 🤍
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