why did rogue trader do insane things to my boaner it’s dire for me it’s atrocious it’s cataclysmic i think about heinrix’s stupid little necklace and i think “that’s a dog collar” and i get so hard i feel nauseous

:3 cweeper! aww man

Still kicking around that Vera Prequel idea in my head~

POV you just got a lucky hit on the empress and your entire squad is about to meet the outsider up close and personal

Warranted Mistakes

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The fandom talking about how messed up Jindosh's non-lethal takedown is <3

I thought I do my own exploration on Emily's feelings after the Clockwork mansion and in denial of the severity of her actions but good thing Meagan is there to keep her in check and call her bullshit out <3333

Maybe there'll be a part two bc I got more to exploreeeeee

Crawling out of my hole to toss this and going back for 2 more weeks of winter

In honor of my original meme hitting over 99k notes on tumblr dot com, I’ve made a sequel nearly 4 years later!

(original below)

you had a normal childhood.

I'm posting the midpoint chapter of my ao3 fic soon and this is the very important flashback scene

what it feels like each time you receive a letter from Daniil in the Haruspex's route:

or I take a meme I made too seriously and end up making a realistic version.

saw @teamingmate 's terror au pathologic posts and uh i may have started spiralling a bit

Fungerrrr in my sketchbook 👌

you know the joke about how anyone who says "i'm not a furry but..." will become a furry. my existence proves that wrong. i do think some of it's really cool and interesting but i have tried and i just can't get into it. it doesn't do anything for me. goes back to my childhood ideology of "why would i make the animal look more humanlike that's lame" it's not lame but my tastes still reside there

mistresses

wait check this out

ship art for two human characters

The day Daud dies,

Billie wakes up in a bunk bed in the rusty hull of an aging cargo ship and finally feels feeling like herself again for the first time in weeks. It must be the fresh air and the hard but structured labor she thinks, she's finally putting everything behind her. In the Flooded District, Corvo wipes his sword, rifles through red pockets for a key, and moves on.

The day Daud dies, Jess appears to Corvo in a dream. She just looks at him - he tries to talk to her but his mouth is screwed shut. There's a wound in her chest where her heart should be, but she doesn't seem like she's in pain, at least. It's been so many years. Every time she shows herself to him he regrets having let her killer go a bit more - even if it doesn't seem like she harbors any ill will towards either of them for it. Somewhere in the Tyvian wilderness, the wolves and the crows have themselves a merry feast.

The day Daud dies, Thomas is hard at work trying to negotiate a better price for his grapes. The summer has been too dry and the harvest was bad but he needs the coin if he wants to make it through the winter. In a different life he would've taken the money he needs to survive by force. His sword is still there, hidden under his floorboards. For emergencies. For the harder nights, when he jumps at every creak of the damp little cottage he calls his home now. He manages to talk his way into getting a very respectable sum for what is an honestly rather subpar product. Any other day he would've celebrated it but today he feels - empty, strangely, and separated. Like he's missing something and he doesn't know what. He goes to bed early thinking he must just be coming down with a cold, and he doesn't think about it again the next morning.

The day Daud dies, Rinaldo is crouched on a rooftop near the Old Waterfront, watching the river. Business must go on, even with the Royal Protector on the loose. Sometimes he cranes his neck to try to see the rotting refinery buildings dotting the hillside above the Flooded District, as if he could make out anything from here. He doesn't feel too good, but none of them have felt particularly good in recent days. When evening falls and nobody comes to take over his post, he spends several hours agonizing before he finally abandons it to make his way back home. Maybe they just forgot about him. It takes him until long in the night to get to Rudshore - for some reason it feels like his teleportation just isn't as strong as it should be.

The day Daud dies, Billie is tending to the Dreadful Wale. She's been corresponding with some members of her former life and she feels like she's getting closer to finding Daud. There are still so many pieces she hasn't been able to place just yet, but she thinks she'll get there in time. In Karnaca, the disappointed Eyeless drag their cash cow's lifeless body out of the ring. They're gonna have to find a new gimmick to draw an audience now. First they'll butcher him, though, and see what parts of him the witches can use.

The day Daud dies, a boy comes home to discover his father is dead. And then another, and then another.

The day Daud dies, the Void shivers a bit, like wind rustling the leaves. Then all is silent again.