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thesleepingstag · 2 years

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Blood Moon

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#artists on tumblr #illustration #darksurrealism #jaguar #endangered species #vulnerable animals #digital aritst #digital painting #dark art #liminal tumblr #the night is dark and where are you #gothic art #gentle horror #cryptids

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divorcedwife · 12 days

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And say the mea culpa, which you gradually forgot : Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

#bg3 #the dark urge #i almost captioned it with your other life by lord huron #i know what you've done!! i know where you go in the dead of night #maybe next time. hehe #what's a saint without guilt and temptations #em #my art #art tag

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1495-gauge · 26 days

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there's that fucked up three-eyed thing that lives in the woods. whose turn is it to chase it off again??

#submas #submas art #so long story short i cant fucking draw people. i can draw all sorts of beasties but alas the human Face has always eluded me unless im #drawing direct from reference #which simply means. i guess come up with ideas where i get to draw a lot of pokemon and maybe some dude From A Distance #anyway i really like all the like. one of them has to go a little fucking nuts in the woods. aus #submas microwave au #you see a subway boss from far away and his eyes shine like medallions just like his hat pin #in the naked twilight of a snowy night where everything glows and nothing is truly dark #and maybe he's got a mega concussion and amnesia #get adopted by creatures. idiot #submas ingo #i just feel like in an age and era where 'unusual/strange human' = dog thats going to maul my face #that this would. not go well yk #ft his little clown shoes. theyre so funny to me. little as in honkin big #loud booming calls in a language known only to it. even the zoroark seem to shun it #taking a mockery of its shape and trying to chase it down #though some in turn embrace it #seen especially commonly with ghost pokemon #perhaps its a ghost itself?#whatever it is. its not allowed in camp

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awawun · 2 months

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Will, rejecting Hannibal: I miss my dogs, I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are, or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore.

Hannibal: you HATE Hannibal? you hate Hannibal like your capacity for violence? oh! oh! jail for Hannibal! jail for Hannibal for One Thousand Years!!!!

#he hid behind Will’s house for how many hours #it was daylight when Will rejected him and he was arrested at NIGHT #DARK!! it was PITCH BLACK OUTSIDE!!!#Miette’s been stuck in my head recently #jail for 1000 years #hannigram #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannibal lecter #loser #hate them #I wanted you to know exactly where I am #and where you can always find me

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mienar · 2 years

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sunset break

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#artists on tumblr #animated illustration #animated gif #digital art #2d animation #illustration #environment art #environment illustration #backgrounds #background art #cozy room #sunset #myillust #hiii! just wanted to pop by and share this artwork with you!#i specifically wanted to go for this time of day where it's like bright but dark enough where lights need to be switched on #i think that thats such a beautiful 'in-between' moment yknow? ;;#i really hope you'll like this! and i hope you'll have a lovely day/night ahead! <3

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naffeclipse · 10 months

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Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

#ahhhh lumi! you make me go feral!!!#brain worms are worming #devil eyes #<<< au title hehe #listen this is dark and grisly and gonna involve psychological horror as eclipse stalks you lovely little cop you #he makes it knows that he knows where you live #you later find the clip of your gun on your table as if you set it there that morning but no that's not right #you keep chasing him #he keeps finding you at night #you're certain he's gonna kill you one day but he keeps busy with targets--specifically ones that oppose the animatronic rights #and you slowly start piecing together the puzzle that is eclipse #okay rant over thanks for reading my word vomit #officer!y/n #killer!eclipse

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silverskye13 · 12 days

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I had a dream last night that me and Docm77 were trapped in a warzone and he tackled me to the ground to save me from gunfire and then together we took out like ten guys.

I'm sure this says something about my psyche and that something is that if I ever met Docm77 in real life I think we would commit war crimes.

#spazzcat barks #docm77 #i.... dont know where the dream came from #maybe ive been?? reading too much Iliad lately??? i dont know????#anyway thank you docm77 from saving me from being dream murdered by a bunch of guys with machine guns and rifles #we were definitely on the wrong side of the warfront we shouldnt have gotten seperated from the main body of reinforcements like that #he did jumpscare me though he was standing quiet and still as a statue #im guessing because he was hoping we wouldnt be spotted #and when we were he tackled me in a very Foxy from FNAF style jumpscare #also i blame his freaky redstone eye for us not successfully hiding that thing glows in the dark man youve gotta do something about that #anyway welcome back to: every time i sleep for more than 5 hours a night i have #violent dreams and nightmares that both god and man wish they could study under a microscope

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wi1dshxpe · 2 months

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my top ten list of things i headcanon durge and gortash did before having sex, kissing or admitting feelings like normal people includes: sleepovers where they voluntarily share a bed(as professionals do), platonic biting and commissioning nude portraits of one another

#dark urge #durgetash #enver gortash #durge #a wild variant of the ‘just one bed’ trope where durge asks to stay the night and while enver makes their bed in another room they fully #fall asleep in his bed and gortash is absolutely pissed but instead of waking them up just joins them #it becomes normal for them just to make themselves comfortable in each others homes as a way to ‘show dominance’(they are friends having fun #and being comfortable together)#non leathal platonic biting is a show of trust but enver did come in his pants #and the portraits were like a game of chicken that they both lost.#enver getting his portrait painted: bet you want of these #durge: orin does plenty already #enver: she’d never do one of us together *thinks* one of you indecent #durge: ha.#durge: i’d do it if you did it.#enver 100% already had but durge got to pose and accessorize him #durge asked for two painters (gortash knew why).#gortash’s accessory was the blood of the first- durge posed him as tastelessly as possible #gortash accessorized durge with his gold (seems kinder than durge’s but they both know it’s just as much an act of claiming the other)#as the blood)#he poses them like a renaissance painting (he’s just got more class than them) they both end the day with paintings they can put up no where #and we’re basically of a waste of money

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canisalbus · 8 months

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IDK if I'm phrasing this correctly, but in my brain, Vasco is, like, the personification (caninification?) of an afternoon chilling on a back porch swing.

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#ah #that's adorable #I can totally imagine him doing that #answered #anonymous #Vasco #to me he usually conjures the feeling of being warmed by sunlight #winters in northern Finland where I'm from tend to be pretty rough at least for me they are #they last about six months or so #sun starts to set earlier and earlier until it gets dark before 2 pm #in december the sun barely rises at all it's like this brief moment of twilight at noon between two 22+ hour nights #it gets harder to wake up in the morning and your energy levels plummet you go into battery saving mode #polar night messes up your brain seasonal depression gets really bad #and the cold and dark goes on and on and you feel like you'll never feel warm or happy or properly awake again #but eventually it starts to veer towards spring and on one day you notice that the sun is shining??!?!#not like bleakly and weakly but proper sunlight with warm hue and capability to actually warm the things it touches #you've forgotten what it looks like when it's truly light outside #and it's the craziest feeling to see bright natural light it blinds you and pierces right through into your very core #being kissed by the sun for the first time in months feels unreal it feels SO GOOD #I don't know it's probably not that big of a deal for people around me #but I personally react to things like changes in temperature and the amount of daylight pretty massively #I like to think that Vasco is a first ray of sunlight hitting you after you've spent what feels like an eternity in someplace cold and dark

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typewriter-worries · 5 months

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The Night Where You No Longer Live, Meghan O'Rourke

#the night where you no longer live #meghan o'rourke #my upload #poetry #literature #dark academia #light academia #classic academia

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thesleepingstag · 2 years

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“𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵.” 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙪𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 “𝘼𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙣” 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙃𝙞𝙡𝙡. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎

#artists on tumblr #dark surreal #elk #deer #digital art #liminal tumblr #darkart #gentle horror #animal art #thesleepingstag #the night is dark and where are you #Spotify #cryptids #eyestrain #surreal art #newcontemporaryart #mystery #spooky #haunting art

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souredfigs · 5 months

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Me,a starstruck 15 year old reading the Odyssey for the first time : *sighs* wish I was born in 12th century BCE so I could see Troy and-

The fucking Sea people: BRING US THE GODDAMN WARSHIPS

#pLEASE #the sea people theory haunts me in my dreams #keeps me up at night #their origins are highly disputed and we can never put exactly where they emerged from but they wrecked HAVOC #towards the end of the bronze age #egypt under ramses iii was only able to defend itself theres an entire depiction of the battle that was found #they basically destoryed so many major cities including troy #we know this becuase theres a layer of charcoal in thr ruins of troy #when you think about it actually #its very easy to see how homer wrote the illiad and odyssey #because he grew up during the dark ages of 400 years where he was surrounded by these ruins #and he was like “fuck it might as well write a fanfic”#okay #i will shut up #homer #the illiad #the odyssey #bronze age civilisation #12th century bc #sea people theory #and vampy ranting about history

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aviolettrose · 26 days

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So I once posted an idea about the Arkham Knight timeline, and I have another idea for it

(Triggerwarnings for mentioned SA, vomit and things you shouldn't do with it, and torture)

(It will get dark, I'm not going into detail but the stuff is still dark)

(please look out for your own safety and scroll further as soon as you get uncomfortable)

Bruce rescues Jason after locking the Joker up into Blackgate.

The Joker taunted that B's little bird doesn't scream like he used to, and Bruce just freezes and goes to Arkham where he finds Jason completely injured and unresponsive.

Bruce brings Jason to the Justice League Station (because he doesn't trust anyone else more with his son at the moment), and there he gets the needed medical attention.

Jason needs a wheelchair, he can't use his hands properly (he also has different kind of injuries), and he doesn't really talk to anyone (only to:

-Diana, because she was his childhood hero and she's the only thing that never changed in his entire life;

- Barbara, because it's his fault she is in a wheelchair she was the first person that he trusted when he moved into the manor (because she's a woman and he only trusted women back than due to trauma he got by men in Crime Alley) and it greated an special bond between them;

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- Alfred because it's Alfred).

The younger members try to get him to talk but Jason looks at them empty as if he doesn't really believe that they're there with him and it freaks them out.

Jason can't really eat. After just eating either rotten food or living things (like mice), his gut can't keep normal food in (it's normal actually, when the gut gets only weird things or nothing, it needs time to accept normal food, that's why you have to eat light food at first like chicken, rice and so on).

Dick and his team (either the Titans or the young justice team, whoever you prefer, tbh) tried to eat with him once, but Jason threw up into the trashbin. He was only able to because Dick saw that something was wrong and caught on, on time, and held the bin.

(Jason had a panic attack afterward because he thought that they're going to force him to eat it, like they did)

Then Dinah tries a therapy session, but he just looks her deep in the eyes and says , "The last therapist I saw graped me. Are you going to grape me too?"

Dinah tries to gain his trust by saying stuff like, "I would never do something, you don't want to. If you want, I can talk to Diana and ask her if she can be with us as your support. Do you rather wanna talk to her instead of me? "

However Jason just replies,

"If I ask you to kill me and to finally release me from my pain, would you do it?"

And Dinah just excuses herself, and as she leaves the room, because tears threaten to come out of her eyes and she can't cry in front of a patient.

(She cries because Jason is a child, let's say about 14 or 15, he came to Arkham when he was 13, and he shouldn't ask people to k¡ll him)

(Jason also leaves the room after her because he knew that she was lying and wouldn't help him. No one wants to help him)

Clark once wanted to help him with his physiotherapy, and Jason just started to scream at him that he should leave, but Clark didn't leave, so Jason started to crush this man's mentality with question.

"Why won't you leave me alone?! Did you enjoy it so much to hear me suffer that you want an encore?"

"Did you like the way I threw the rotten food up? Or how they fed me with rats and cockroaches?"

"Did you enjoy it to hear me scream when he pulled out my nails?"

"Did you enjoy it to hear me getting waterboarded and electrocuted?"

"Did you enjoyed my screams when they graped me? I bet it get you off. Did you listened to me getting g@ng graped while you slept with your wife?"

And Clark Kent, Superman himself, started to cry, knelt down on his knees and started to apologize to Jason, (who sat in his wheelchair and just looked at him with so, so, so much hate) telling him that he hadn't heard him the whole time and that if he did he would have been the first person to show up to help.

But he wasn't the one who showed up and rescued him.

It was his dad

Bruce

Batman.

He doesn't know how to feel about Bruce. Yes, he rescued him, but he is also the reason he was there, but he replaced him after three months, as if he meant nothing.

Jason hates Tim.

He calls Tim pretender and taunts him every time he sees him.

"Do you really believe that you're soo much better than me?"

"It's just a question of time when he replaces you, like he did with Dickiebird and me."

"You're nothing special."

(In reality, he tries to get Tim to quit so he doesn't end up like Jason)

(And it hits Tim really hard because he admires Jason, and Tim tried to tell Jason that if he wants Robin back, he can, but Jason just scoffs because no one should be Robin. Robin died in Arkham, and that's it.)

(Here's a list of all the torture that happened, I got it sent by @caramel----comforter (<3), so please look take a look by both blogs if you've time)

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hanzajesthanza · 8 months

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dressed elegantly. this will never leave my head. the implications of this.

because geralt and his company, they saddled up, left beauclair, travelled through mountains and frozen blizzards and downpours and muddy sod for two to three months. you need to pack outfits for that. you need to plan your gear.

what was the rest of the company wearing? what did they pack for this long journey? they packed practically, dressed warmly for the frozen journey of january, february, march. geralt wore a wolf-skin cloak, a scarf, a shawl… milva wore a fox-fur kalpak, angoulême wore a hat with a pompom and a sheepskin coat. cahir’s dress isn’t mentioned, but he must have been dressed similarly, because he rubs his hands briskly together and were he not dressed warmly he otherwise would have frozen to death. regis’ dress isn’t mentioned, but it is mentioned that he’s immune to the freezing temperature. so, i mean, it doesn’t matter what he’s wearing in this scene, maybe a regular outfit.

but at stygga. dressed elegantly.

so you’re telling me that. regis packed his things in preparation for their flight from beauclair, went to his quarters after geralt explained to him the satisfactory reasons they were leaving, and went,

“alright, time to prepare for this long and dangerous journey that will conclude in a great clash between our forces and the kidnappers of ciri. the end of our quest. the final journey. and a dangerous road awaits us, with snow still blocking the passes, frost and white all around. a grand fight and conflict awaits us. what gear should i prepare, what should i wear for this expedition, what kinds of clothing should i pack.”

and then he went:

“you know, i want to look fucking good ✨ when we get there 💅🏻🦇”

imagine the final preparation before they approach castle stygga. geralt sees the castle hewn out of the cliffside, effortlessly noticing every detail from far away, seeing like an eagle with his mutated eyes. and like an eagle, compelled to swoop down and snatch vilgefortz like a fish. ordering the company forward, declaring they’ve made it. this is the moment they have all been waiting for. everyone has been waiting such a long time for this. they prepared everything.

they wait until midnight. angoulême eagerly unsheathes and whets her long sabre, swings her axe around with predatory glee. cahir fits the plate armor and winged officer’s helmet he scavenged from a small nilfgaardian dispatch that they ran into extorting caravista for tax. milva tightens the same worn, polished leather bracer that she’s always had on her left arm, and mutters as she fixes her spiralled arrow fletchings over boiling water. geralt, with nothing left to do, paces and breathes, wondering where the hell regis has gone.

just then, regis walks out from behind an outcropping of rock, eyes glinting with cat-like light, in his “elegant” outfit, absolutely slaying that shit, and all his friends look at him absently like. “what the hell are you wearing. where the fuck did you get that. you packed that? you planned your outfit for the final battle, you planned this outfit in advance three months ago?” to which he counters, “well, three months isn’t very long at all,” and they’re like, “this is the preparation you made? we thought you left to do some secret vampire rituals or whatever. or to reckon with yourself for the severe violence we’re about to inflict.” and he’s like “no, i just wanted to make sure i was dressed nicely for the occasion”

#witcher 3 keira metz’s ‘if i’m to die i should look smashing for the occassion’ should really go to book regis i think that’s canon for him #also my headcanon would be that he looses his hair and takes his glasses off #kind of like in a movie where a nerd girl has a glow up and walks down the staircase at the end with her glasses off and hair down #and the boy she’s dating is at the bottom of the stairs like ‘wow… i didn’t know …’#except the boy in this situation is geralt #however it’s less of a cute thing of ‘haha where’d the cute nerdy girl go’ and more of like. um. where is the kind barber surgeon i know #because if you exist quietly and sense the night around you and pay close attention to the moonlight #there are some kind of powerful unknown dark energies brewing and swirling around their group now like fog #he laughs and smiles and he does not purse his lips. and his hair is becoming tangled in the wind #and geralt’s like. who the fuck did i bring to stygga castle. lmao #angouleme: yesss slay uncle | regis: [nods head solemnly] we certainly are | angouleme: noooo like SLAYYYY 🔥🔥🔥#bruh your drip is straight fire 🔥💯#the witcher books #txt #emiel regis #regis #book: lady of the lake #headcanons

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shinozaki-ayumi · 4 months

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i was skimming a blood drive stream (mostly looking for ayushiki crumbs, it's been a while) and was reminded of one of the best interactions in the franchise

#''i know you're stuck in a torture school full of unspeakable horrors but how've you been?''#girlfailure ayumi i love you #also i remembered there being ayushiki crumbs but i did NOT remember how much??!!!??#their interactions are the best part of the game easily #but the part where she goes to his apartment in the middle of the night and basically starts to admit smth to him about how she felt #about when he told her to reach out to him whenever she needs support and he did the head pat thing #and he 1) forgot that even happened?? somehow??#and 2) he's like ''i feel like i'm supposed to be reading between the lines rn but i'm so lost''#LIKE YOU'RE SO DUMB... YOU'RE BOTH SOO DUMB AGFDGJGRHHHH #i need closure in darkness distortion i am telepathically begging kedwin to please let her get better so they can get a mildly happy ending

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thenightisland · 10 months

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thinking about the fairy tale trope of a kiss from your true love having magical properties and how often these kisses are used to wake up characters who are asleep or in some state of suspended animation or give them back something they lost. thinking about fitz walking around half-forged and detached from his own emotions until the fool kisses him and gives him back all of those memories and emotions effectively “waking him up” again and giving him back something he'd lost. and by thinking i of course mean i am screaming incoherently.

#robin hobb #rote #karen liveblogs books #could talk all day about hobb and the fairy tale references #like the whole knight on a white horse thing happening in FE #nettle's dream where she's the girl in a high tower #thick quoting the end of every story about the prince and princess living happily ever after #only to ask fitz 'what happens to the rest of us'#the beggar who is not what they seem coming to the hero on a dark night #and the hero reacting with anger or violence only to discover the beggar's true identity #queen desire as the literal evil stepmother #a lot of fairy tales have a place you go where time passes differently #so you feel like minutes have passed and you go back to the regular world you find out it's been weeks #like the skill pillars #ANYWAY

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