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“It could be that the loss of her children drove the Queen deeper into her darker desires...but, I don’t believe she was fighting against them that hard before that particular tragedy. No monster does.” (Patreon)

Bonus:

Hmm, wonder what he could cover those holes with :3c

Yeah, we know we shine, born out of a fire And we're burning through, through...

Oil & Water - PVRIS

Happy two weeks and a day late Easter. Here have some cute bunny boys. :3c

Ness tending to Mike's injuries 😭

me when i steal the scene from the movie and make it securitywaiter

-so yknow when mike is like “yeah ill trade in abby for garrett (which like why did he do that lmao) and gets just like mauled by the animatronics

-anyways instead of vanessa finding him ness had actually gone in to snoop around freddy’s bc thats what he does as a conspriacy theorist

-he gets there just in time to save mike but mike’s like,, OUT so he takes him back to his apartment to fix him up

-while mike takes a while to wake up ness begins cleaning his wounds and stitching him up and there’s a brief moment when mike is nearly all cleaned up that he looks kinda peaceful(?) lying on ness’s couch and ness is like “huh” but he doesn’t quite get why his heart speeds up a bit

-as ness finishes cleaning him up he starts humming and singing gently and it kinda wakes mike up but he’s still a little out of it and can’t quite open his eyes fully so he’s just like “are you an angel?” bc he fully thought he died back there lmao

-and ness just laughs and goes “i’m fully human as far as i know. the name’s ness and i found you at freddy’s which is lucky for you bc it looked like you were in a bit of trouble there” bc he’s cheeky like that

-and mikes still a little dazed and confused from the blood loss but still he’s like “wait a minute… narrows eyes why were You at freddy’s”

-ness is just like “well you see it’s a long story” and mike just looks down at this injuries with a look that says well i’m clearly not going anywhere soon so i’ve got time

-ness starts explaining the fnaf lore while bandaging up mike and mike is trying to pay attnetion bc this is kinda imp but he can’t help but get distracted with how gentle ness is handling his arm and maybe he’s still a bit dazed but he swears this guy’s voice is a bit melodic and oh. oh.

-mike hasn’t really been in the dating scene much bc of abby so when he realizes that he might be developing a crush on this guy he’s known for a grand total of 30 minutes (and he was only awake for 10 of those) he begins to panic a bit

-uhhhh yeah. they go back to freddys and vanessa’s there and they save abby and it’s pretty much the last bit of the movie but w ness there now! (i couldn’t figure out how to end this im so sorry)

prompts, hcs, whatever random thoughts you guys have on these silly little fellas pls be sure to send them my way bc im going a Bit insane

Fucking around with crimes and Procreate to bring Vulcan to REAL.

Also made his loyal assistant, Icarus. It was no secret that Icarus was infatuated with Vulcan (or at least the idea of him anyway, just like everyone else) and the two had an interesting relationship.

Icarus mysteriously vanished one day- around the time Vulcan started researching the Primordial Flame in earnest. Nobody knows what happened to him or where he went. Vulcan stopped mentioning him entirely.

so fucking upset. i looked up what's considered concerning weight loss and got a statistic. i looked up the same question but specified teens and i got a bunch of articles about how to lose weight. what the fuck

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AFTERMARE WEEK: DAY 4 x DAY 7: i will always...stay here

"i promise"

aftermare week is hosted by @bluepalleteuniverse

BLOOD TW:

...

will you?

When does the Tom Kenny brainrot stop (Patreon)

December 5 (I'm still alive, promise, just swamped!) prompt - Recognition.

It was his skin, he was sure, had regenerated before, many times. But oh, it felt wrong, looking at once familiar things from a new height that now made them strange and unwelcoming. The shape of Adric’s shoulder under his hand, now too wide, and it surely couldn't only be that the boy was growing, they didn't change that quickly, did they? But perhaps they did, because Adric now shrugged away his touches, did not look at him for the same affirmations of pride as the Doctor remembered from his last regeneration. He wasn't sure if that hurt, or whether it was simply the disconnect between now and then, between who he definitely had been, and who he possibly could be now. 

He was thankful it was at least not the outright hostility he faced from Tegan, the unhappiness underlying every tense motion,  an anger that lay too close to the surface in any reasonable discussion he attempted to have with her. He could admit to himself, from a detached stance (ie, not in any proximity to Ms Jovanka) that he tended to feel the same angers, one of the very few noticeable emotions that seemed to stir in him these days. He knew feeling that anger toward her was not fair, that she had experienced more unhappiness in his presence than should have been experienced in such a short lifetime, but could not seem to help himself, and the sniping and abrasiveness let him feel more- well, personality than these scant days of existence had so far allowed him to. The Doctor (and he was the Doctor, wasn't he? the mirror didn’t answer him as certainly as it once did) wasn't sure he liked that aspect of himself. Days rather than hours now, and he still didn’t fit within his own skin, within his own TARDIS. His own name. So many seasons lived out, and he knew not what name to call himself. 

The hardest he had come to find was neither oldest nor youngest, neither the lack of familiarity nor someone he saw uncomfortable flashes of himself (who he once was? who he could become?) in, but the most calm and quiet of them all. They had all suffered losses, and he should ache for all of them, feel blood pumping through what could be his hearts but that still felt too cold for such grief, but Nyssa had seen it done in the name and face of her father. Had seen what he had once been then take the hand of her father’s body and work with him. She had too much dignity to scream at him as Tegan did, he surmised, a scientist’s too strong a grasp on necessity being the mother of invention to condemn who he had once been for such an action. But, though still unadept at reading his own emotions, he could see in her eyes sometimes a distant fear that never translated itself to her voice, the recoil from his hands that had touched what had once been her father's.

Strange, he thought absently. Disappointment, anger, fear he could recognise in other’s faces. But then, perhaps, he had not yet had a chance to see joy, pride and comfort in the faces of those that travelled with him. Seconds, hours, days that ticked away and all he could be sure of, all that retained of his identity from the nebulous line of past and present was that time ticked away in his brain, in his hearts, with the surety it always would. Perhaps time would become kinder to the four of them, this disparate little group all so far away from home. 

OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

shining solo ep 8. my reaction rn 😐😐 took it a bit hard lmao

"Then portal"

PORTAAAAAAAAL

The hype is here, I'm soooooooo happy!!!!!!!!!!!

don't mind me, i'm just thinking about two characters being torn apart from each other unexpectedly and their resulting determination to find one another; the miles of terrain crossed, battles fought, letters written that cannot reach an unknown address, stubborn hope questioned by those around them; the reunion that maybe starts off slow, disbelief freezing previously eager legs, but then they can't simply be close enough, hands clutching, arms crushing, faces hidden in shoulders and joy muttered against familiar skin; " i never stopped looking for you. " " i knew you'd find me. "

i'm also thinking about two characters being torn apart from each other unexpectedly and that determination to find one another dwindling over the years, hope chipped away every passing season until they accept that they're lost and maybe always will be. they're miles apart but always on each others' mind, like a song they can't get out of their head -- life goes on, but they cannot forget, holding onto a memory perhaps to the frustration of those around them. maybe their paths nearly cross a few times, though they're none the wiser, until one day. one day they hear a familiar name, see a familiar face. or maybe they hear a familiar voice, pushing through a crowded street and searching, searching, searching --- all the determination returns, frantic as the beating of their heart. and there they stand, alive and well and older and different but still them.

i'm thinking about two characters being torn apart from each other and the connection between them that can't be broken by any force or amount of distance or time, and i am so so unwell y'all

i’ve had three jobs for six months and it’s been a lot and lately it’s just been TOO much, like i’ve had only two days off in the past month and i go to bed and dream about. work. or being late for work (which hasn’t even happened, but).

but the crazy part is… i REALLY like two out of three of my jobs. i’m gonna quit the one i don’t like soon. i finally feel like i’ve recovered from grad school and my internship. i’m too tired to be thriving but… once i figure out my work-life balance, i know i will be. it’s wild to get paid decent money to do work that i like and i’m good at and makes such a big difference in people’s lives, which i know because they tell me!!! heart full. i just need a good night’s sleep.