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FUCK I love this ship

As a birthday present Asra asked Ilya to move in together @thearcanagame

I don’t usually post on Tumblr but this piece is different. The version up on Instagram is set post-Muriel’s upright ending, but the initial idea for the piece was meant to be during Asra and Julian’s relationship during the plague. I’ve recently read “The Rules” by the very VERY talented @motherofqups and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I need these two to be happy and embrace the complicated messed up feelings that brought them together at the most unlikely time, under the worst possible circumstances. So I will just keep making art of them finding comfort in each other, because they deserve it.

Hello 🍉🇵🇸

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YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME MAN 😭💔

Hector and Isaac reacting to their S/O’s death

(This is a long one, strap in folks!)

Hector:

It was just like any other evening. Hector was at the forge, sending the night creatures out the window one by one.

His S/O had left for the nearest village earlier in the day, and he was beginning to get antsy.

He decided to take a walk through the castle to clear his head.

He was meandering around the war hall when the door burst open, and in rode a vampire on his horse — the lookout.

He says a mob from the local village is approaching the castle.

Dracula’s troops stand guard at the door, ready to meet the attacking force. Hector hangs back, curious to see what’s going on.

In the distance, he could see them emerging from the surrounding darkness. The tiny flickers of red light from their torches grew stronger as the villagers marched closer.

Hector squinted to better see the mob. They were carrying something heavy.

He was shoved aside as the vampires surged forward to attack the villagers, who — despite their rage-powered determination — didn’t stand much of a chance.

Hector stumbled down the front steps just as the last few had fallen. During the fight, the attackers had set down that strange thing they were carrying.

Now he saw what it was. A wooden cross, staked to the ground, and tied to it was his lover.

His legs almost gave out from under him, but he caught himself.

“What are you doing?! They’re hurt, get them down from there!”

Isaac helped him cut the ropes with his dagger.

His S/O crumpled into his arms as they lowered them to the ground

He pleaded with them to wake up, and finally, their eyelids lifted under the dirt that was caked into their eyelashes

“I’m sorry… Hector, I just — eugh, wanted to h-help… They knew I c-came from the castle…”

Their eyes closed again, and their head lolled to the side.

He screamed, burying his face in their blood-soaked shirt, searching for a heartbeat, a sign — anything. But it was too late.

He buried them next to the woods by the castle, the grave marker he adorned with flowers.

Everyday after that he’d visit, leaving gifts and bringing some of his pets. He knows his S/O would love their company.

It was late one night when he was plagued with loneliness when he ventured out to the grave.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was digging up the body and carrying it to the forge.

He thought that maybe, he could bring them back to life as he does with animals.

The blue light hovered over the corpse, transforming it. Hector stopped when he saw how his lover’s limbs were twisted, teeth and horns formed on their face.

Hector realized they’d end up just like any other night creature, and he couldn’t stand that.

He put them back in the ground, and retreated into the castle.

Isaac:

Isaac had been looking after his S/O for a while. They were very sick and not getting much better.

It was one of those days where they were stuck in bed, and Isaac decided to stay with them.

He had turned away to get a new washcloth for their forehead, dipping it in cold water.

There was a cough, “Isaac, I just wanted to say that—“ Another cough, “I love you.”

“Don’t say that,” He replied, wringing out the cloth, “You’re not on your deathbed, not yet.”

It was a few days later, when he’d gotten busy with work that one of the guards came to deliver a message.

He was rushed into his S/O’s room, where he found them laying unmoving and deathly pale on the thin mattress.

He made no movement towards the bed. Only once the guards had left did he cradle his lover’s body close, pressing his forehead against theirs.

His S/O’s body was ceremoniously cremated, and their ashes were kept on a table in Isaac’s room; in a simple urn.

He went about his business as usual, but he never looked at the urn. Not once.

“You’re quite good at hiding your grief, you know,” Dracula said to him one night in his study, “But you don’t have to. I know how much you loved them.”

There was a pause, “There is no such thing as love in this world,” Isaac began to walk towards the door. “Oh, but there is, Isaac. It is just ripped away from you in the cruelest of ways… You and I both know that well.”

Isaac retreated to this room and the first thing he did was stand in front of the urn.

This was it. The person that his world revolved around… right here, in this clay jar.

He lifted the lid. They weren’t even a comprehensible being anymore. His lover had been here the whole time, watching him from this table; staring at him with eyes that didn’t exist anymore.

No matter what lies he kept telling himself, he did love them. He braced against the table as if the thoughts were weights pushing down on his head.

And Isaac cried.

(Your tears will only make me stronger)

- Mod Seraph

I feel so bad for the creator I did not know this jesus christ people as a humanity are fucking greedy

There's a thing called patience and some of them need to learn it for fuck's sake

And to the creator of the game, I hope that they can get the help they need and step back from all the toxic shitshow of X/Twitter

I hope all of you who harassed the game creator about new content within a month of the game releasing are happy bc the game creator just quit lmfaooo hope yall rot genuinely yall fucking SUCK

HELLO, how are you? I hope well. after a while, here i am again with another idea about the au of the human add-ons! :D

but then, the idea is this:

how would batter react if one of the young add-ons like, Epsilon showing him a drawing of his "family" (which would be a drawing of the player and the batter and the three of the add-ons together), or one of them accidentally referring to the player and the batter as "father and mother" or their parents :^

you can make it in whatever format you think is best, I just need more fluff in my life :,)

Ooh, hello again! I was just thinking about the human!Add-Ons not too long ago, so this came in at just the right time! I'm doing well, anon, but I hope so are you! And hell yeah! Fluff galore!

Human!Add-Ons Seeing Batter and Reader as Family

The moment he sees that drawing Batter is immediately torn between two feelings: a twinge of a hint of joy and remorse. The remorse comes from when he realises that he could have been a family with Hugo as well, but ultimately has to go on a quest to put him out of his misery. The slightest bit of joy comes from when he notices that there still might be a chance for him after all. He might not have Hugo anymore, but that doesn’t mean that there can’t be a chance for him to settle down at all.

Looking at that drawing, he won’t show it too much, but it actually does remind him of the future he would like to have with you one day. A domestic one, where he simply settles down with you, no spectres, no guardians. Just you and him, maybe baking a pie together, maybe simply cuddling on the couch. It doesn’t even have to be too much, just a simple life with him suffices. That drawing would remind him of that dream and give him hope.

The moment one of the Add-Ons calls him father, he would metaphorically spit out his drink. It’s definitely not something he’s used to hearing anymore, so he’ll simply stare at the Add-On in question for a second, before responding to them. It makes him feel a bit fuzzy on the inside, to know that someone thinks highly enough of him to believe him to be their guardian, but he tries not to let that show.

As soon as one of them calls the both of you their parents, Batter gets a bit nervous, but closely watches your reaction. If it’s a positive one, he’ll be relieved. He hasn’t really thought about starting a family with you, but given how close of a bond he has with you, he’s more than willing to do so. In fact, it would fill him with glee, having children to look after with you. The Add-Ons may not be your own flesh and blood, but they’re close enough to that.

Every once in a while, during a small rest, when you sit down next to Batter, watching the children play, you might spot the smallest of smiles on his face. Despite being a man of the present, he suddenly has a future to look forward to after all. One, where he doesn’t simply get abandoned because he’s merely a puppet and ends up being all alone, but one, that he might get to spend with you and his “children”. He might confess that, but don’t count on it. Even so, you’ll get a Batter that is slightly more sentimental and happy.

My ADHD in a nutshell

Me getting distracted every 5 minutes.

that women is a FUCKING HERO 

July 14 2019 - A woman deplatforms famous Brazilian Catholic priest Marcelo Rossi, who has called homosexuality a disease. [video]

THE HOLE.

THE. HOLE.

THE HOLE.

ROTTMNT Restored update!!!!!

Our long awaited ROTTMNT Restored project has a YouTube link: Set to premiere on May 10th, 12pm at this link!

Please share it with your friends, family, etc.

@PowerAuerArt and I hope to see you there!

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