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alexa, add ‘i bet on losing dogs’ by mitski to the queue
#leon kennedy#resident evil vendetta#vendetta leon#re vendetta#resident evil#re#resident evil fanart#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#i drew this and went absolutely feral#my baby my baby~#aaaaaaahhhhh#leon kennedy fanart#also the way the final boss guy picked up leon like a bad cat was very funny#he just like scooped him up#also make him wear a helmet for his safety!!!#safety is cool
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speaking of invasive species
The Bradford pears are blooming and it is a NIGHTMARE. They have spread so much since literally last spring that it's like bone chilling horrifying. The population of individuals capable of flowering has virtually doubled it's awful.
There are entire fields overtaken with them, acres and acres of Bradford Pear Hell, there's saplings springing up along every fence line and roadside, just thick masses of dozens of them everywhere.
And wherever I go, for every blooming tree, there's like. 50 more saplings that are still under a meter tall. It's bad but it's going to get a whole hell of a lot worse.
This has happened SO suddenly holy shit. I remember specifically in 2013 or so my family and I were talking about those weird white trees in an old pasture across the road from our house that was reverting to woods, and what they could possibly be, since it was too early for dogwoods.
Now? Those wretched demon trees are absolutely everywhere, along every fence and tree line and bypass and ditch, stinking like boys' locker rooms and dead animals. THE HORDES OF HELL ARE UPON US. GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS
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I CANNOT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THIS AND GOT FUCKING WIPPED
#poor quality but you get the point#THEY DID THE GAME REFERENCE#AND IT WAS PERFECT#LIKE HOLY SHIT#project shadow: fan film#project shadow#shadow the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog game#AAAAAAAHHHHH#IM SCREAMING
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I will never not be weak about Kyoko being so aggressive and hateful towards Sayaka because she reminded her of her past self, and yet for the same reasons ending up falling for her and wanting to protect her to the point of sacrificing her own life to not abandon her
#madoka magica#Kyosaya#kyoko sakura#sayaka miki#pmmm#puella magi madoka magica#mahou shojo madoka magica#I'm absolutely fine#The song And I'm Home exist and is basically canon them afterlife#aaaaaaahhhhh
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Bittersweet Nothings
Pairing: Durge x Gortash, reader x Gortash
C/W: gn reader, redeemed! durge, platonic/romantic soulmates, sfw
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It's just a glass of wine, you'd told yourself. What's the harm? You'd naively asked.
Having the newly appointed Archduke of Baldur's Gate set up in your camp was unprecedented enough, but to agree to join him in his tent for a spell was hardly appropriate. Especially now that over half the bottle had disappeared in no time at all.
You were hardly to blame, to be fair. He had a certain air about him that had drawn you in from the beginning. A comfortable familiarity with you that left you equal parts confused and amused. He was charming, as is his way. Which is why when he'd asked you to share a drink with him, the only response you could scrounge up was a shrug and a "What the hell, why not?"
Which left you here. Sprawled out on an assortment of cushions and floor mats, a slight heat in your face that spread from your cheeks to your neck, cackling at whatever sad attempt at comedy has just left Gortash's mouth.
"You're positively primeval," you laugh as you playfully push at his shoulder, which is lightly adorned with just a black dress shirt. His overcoat lay forgotten in the corner somewhere, shed about two glasses ago.
"Oh, come now," he grins slyly in response, face leaning against his hand as he lay facing you. "You always liked that one."
You can tell in the way he says it and in the moment that follows that he knows not what he said or how it came across. The words flowed out of him without thought, as if by nature.
And you're no fool. You've scrounged up enough clues and hints of a past alliance. Words written in your own hand, and some in his, that tease at something even deeper than that. A friendship. A bond. Maybe something more, if you look real close, if you squint.
It's circumstancial at best. Letters can be fabricated, feelings can change. One page of a book tells only a fragment of a story. Yet it's moments like these, where his facade cracks and his defenses drop, that cement a truth in your mind: you meant something to him. Mean something to him. And a lifetime ago--a gruesome, gory, painful lifetime ago--he might have meant something to you.
And you don't remember it.
He's too engrossed in pouring his next glass to notice your shift in mood. You almost feel sober, idly circling the rim of your glass with a finger.
And yet the alcohol definitely plays a part in loosening your tongue. "You know, in our travels," you begin. His gaze shifts to you again. "My group and I, we've come across many an expert who have taken it upon themselves to inform me of just how..." You struggle to find the words, yet he hangs off each one in rapt attention. "Mutilated my mind truly is. In a very literal sense." You don't gauge his reaction. The ichor of the liquid in your glass seems far more fascinating right now.
This subject matter makes you feel shy and exposed, and yet his response is nonchalant. "Yes, well, it should come as no surprise how thorough Orin was in her brutality." You can hear the roll in his eyes.
The mention of her name leaves a foul taste in your mouth and a tightness in your chest. "I've no doubt she took great pleasure in her work," you retort, emulating the exasperation in his tone. Your feelings pertaining to Orin are complicated, and this wasn't really the direction you intended to steer the conversation.
There's a hand at your chin and suddenly your eyes are level with his. "Dear assassin, take comfort in the fact that you were always her better." His expression is fierce. A sense of sort of... pride emanates from him. "She lies in the very bed she made and you alone stand victorious, as is your right." There's a finality in the way he says it. He sounds so sure, as if it was written in stone. As if he'd known this would always be the outcome.
You realize his finger and thumb linger on your chin. The exaggerated sense of warmth is dizzying. You blame the wine.
You attempt to refocus, smile with an exhale. "While I appreciate the sentiment, that's not what I was getting at."
"Speak then." He adjusts his frame. The hand remains in place, save for a rogue thumb that travels upward, brushing your bottom lip. "What troubles you?"
He asks in a cavalier sort of way, but his eyes carry an earnest. I'd move mountains to ease your troubles. It makes you hesitate before you continue. "Well, because of the sorry state I'm in." He chuckles at that. "It's entirely possible that... no amount of magic or healing could ever restore my memories. Return me to I was--"
He scrunches his brow quizzically. "I'm sure some way exists. We are set to conquer an elder brain, after all--"
"If your Grace would allow me to finish my thought." The words spill out of you with a laugh. Playful yet frustrated. So frustrated, in fact, that you've grabbed the hand that was at your chin. It's still in your grasp as you huff out a puff of air at the unperturbed face of Enver Gortash.
Your display apparently gives him no pause. He only raises a brow in amusement. He allows his hand to remain in your grip as he brings the other to his grin. He mimes zipping his lips shut and bows his head as a gesture to continue. You have the floor.
You sigh. "Were it possible... By some miracle or great power, to restore my mind to what it once was..." You look down and fiddle with his fingertips as you try to organize your thoughts. He lets you. "I'm not even sure that's something I'd want?" It comes out as a question. Rhetorical in the sense that you have no answer and Gortash doesn't offer one, true to his promise to let you continue uninterrupted. So you do.
"I'm free of my father. I've no concept of what it was like to submit to him fully, and I don't think I want to." The you that you hear about sounds nothing like the you you know. The you that was willing to watch the world burn--willing to be its last inhabitant, its last sacrifice to your god, your very blood--isn't you anymore. Everything you've heard has led you to believe the person you were was disturbed, deranged, unhinged. Who was that person beyond the madness? Was there one? "That part of me feels better off lost... Lest I lose my current self to it."
When you meet Gortash's eyes again, they're still on you, expectantly. His lips are sealed, determined to a fault to allow you to finish--somehow aware in the first place that you aren't yet.
He waits.
The bastard.
You bite the inside of your cheek. You sit up to your knees, now holding that hand so fiercely in both of yours. "I'm so certain of this. But..." Your brow furrows. "When one decides to leave their past behind, there are tradeoffs. One truly leaves everything behind them. Other aspects of my old life are simply lost to me. I know not who raised me up, I know not whether I was sweet as a child, I know not whether some trace of who I am existed in the person I once was." You bring his hand up to your forehead and shut your eyes as you confess. "And I know not who you are, Enver Gortash."
You either still have the floor or he doesn't know what to say. Either way you keep going.
"While I've come to respect you, and somewhat even trust you, no part of my mind remembers you."
You look down at him and search his eyes in desperation. The amusement in his face has softened into something else you can't quite place. He looks up at you, not having torn his gaze away.
You don't remember him.
"And yet, dear tyrant." You've known something from the moment you first met. "Some part of my soul knows you..." You exhale a laugh without humor.
"And I don't know what to make of that."
~°•*~
#bg3#durgetash#enver gortash#bg3 gortash#gortash#the dark urge#dark urge#durge x gortash#gortash x durge#AAAAAAAHHHHH#HERE HAVE THIS#*throws my blurb at you like its a pipebomb*#HOPE YOU ENJOYED THANKS FOR READING THE TAGS IF UR DOWN HERE HAVE A FOREHEAD KISS MUAH 💋#~°•*~my writing#reader x gortash#gortash x reader
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Villains not knowing Spidey has super strength is good and all, but I really love it when other heroes have no idea
#can’t think of an example scenario lip hurts too much#god why is it just one thing after the other with my health#aaaaaaahhhhh#Spiderman#spider man#spider-man#Peter Parker#I just think by the time Miles takes over then people would know about the super strength#although they wouldn’t be prepared for the other stuff Miles has and that’s hilarious
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Omg new hairstyle for Charles??!?!?!
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THE WHEEL OF TIME | season 2 sneak peek
#wotedit#wotcentral#the wheel of time#wot#wot on prime#moiraine damodred#rand al'thor#nynaeve al'meara#lan mandragoran#mat cauthon#perrin aybara#egwene al'vere#siuan sanche#wot show spoilers#mine#AAAAAAAHHHHH
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It's THEM🤩🤩🤩
#i love theeeeeem#:D#they're so cuuuuteeee#aaaaaaahhhhh#lu legend#lu marin#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu fanart#lu au#lu art#link and marin#la link#la marin#links awakening#amayis draws#my art
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Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?
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THREE GIGS IN FINLAND
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BENDY
Do you have eyes and if so, where the hell are they?? How do you see through the ink??? Just. Toon logic????????
Also Alice is hot
#OMG THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK#AAAAAAAHHHHH#*happy*#batim fanart#batim au#ink bendy#batim bendy#batim#bendy and the ink machine#alice angel#ink demon#srry for the effort/quality drop#its late and im tired
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Luna, I LOVVEEE your character analasys posts!!
They're so detailed and we'll put together and they brig me great joy❤️
you...
YOU!!!!
Oma!!!!!!!
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Oma I can't believe this you are so very important and special to me
I love your art and I looked at your whumptober art every day
I'm always so thankful to get to look at your art and it's makes me so happy that you're here
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I'm still in shock thank you so much I'm glad you like my stuff I think you're amazing
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This love is good
This love is bad
THIS LOVE IS ALIVE BACK FROM THE DEAD
#satosugu#I WILL NEVER ESCAPE THEM#AAAAAAAHHHHH#1989 tv#1989 taylor's version#taylor swift#I FELL TO MY KNEES
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She's so pretty I'm gonna die
GOD I HOPE I'LL SEE HER AGAIN BECAUSE IF I DON'T I DON'T KNOWJDNSKAL
How can someone be so cool? Like she plays guitar, she can sing??? SHE'S IN A BAND??? she wore a leather jacket and she smiles so pretty like holy shit what if I die? And my mind goes absolutely nuts when I talk to her like holy shit
And how the first song and the first time I ever performed was with her???? AND THE SONG WAS ABOUT LIKING SOMEONE SO HARD IT HURTS (this is not the best song description but it's very close enough) WHAT WHAT WHAT???
What is this plotline???
#the teenage girl is teenage girling#crushes are so fun but so crushing#probably why they're called that#AAAAAAAHHHHH
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Still absolutely losing it that Hughie realized Butcher was going to unalive himself because Butcher was being nice to him on the phone.
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