Sometimes I Have To Play A Fun Little Game Of “Is This Fanart Of Jesus Christ (bible), Odysseus(Greek),

trying to write the next chapter but struggling because work is too much :(

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i refuse to defend my favorite characters. They did that horrible thing bc they suck really bad

hes ambiguously bisexual. hes 30 to 40 years old. hes always wanted to be a father. he never expected to be one. he gets 14 children he feels woefully unequipped for. he has a laundry list of mental illnesses. he has 17 boyfriends and girlfriends. he fumbles everyone. hes suicidal. no one understands him. he doesn’t bother to be understood. he has 10000 opps. he may or may not have an eating disorder. he’s a slut. he will die in the mask he’s created. his boobs are huge. he spends half his day in a cave. he loves everyone. he has an emotional intelligence level of 2. he is astounded anyone can love him. he hates himself more than anyone on the planet. he’s akin to greek myth. he will never get to be old. he’ll never live past 50. he’ll live forever in story and our conscience

Orin baldursgate is conceptually the funniest character of all time on account of simultaneously being a changeling whose whole thing is SHE COULD BE ANYONE AT ANY TIME who also she cannot refrain for more than 45 seconds from monologuing about getting into someone’s thoracic cavity with her teeth and lovingly tearing all the heart-muscle to pearly pink ribbons

shujin goro

So my friend sent me this today

I cant believe it’s over 😭😭😭 the greatest fic on Ao3

IT IS DONE

Years and years I've funneled into this fic and finally (FINALLY) it's over. Thank you to all my dear and darling friends and readers who have supported this chaotic endeavor, especially those who left very insightful comments on my poll last week. It was the motivation I needed to see this thing through. Really, I don't have the proper words to express my gratitude :')

So without further ado, the grand finale:

Chapter 78: Penance — The Pain We Live For

Was it worth it? Will it ever be?

Nim followed after Elianna, and the earth pushed hard against her feet, each step, urging her onward. Move faster. Get out, get out, get out. This world knew all she had taken from it, and linger as long as she liked, it still wanted her gone. It knew of her sickness and alien ways, and like everyone else she loved, dead or living, it too would forsake her. Stubborn and spiteful, Nim dug her heel into the dirt. She wished to shed a piece of herself here, anchor the woman she’d once been upon Nirn, and even if what mangled remnant sprouted into nothing but a cypress knee, wouldn’t it be better than being ousted completely? Surely no woman, mortal or daedra, could be built to withstand such desertion, and how strange that even as a god, her body still recalled the shapes of the wounds this world had carved into her as she’d tried to flee it. How sad to confess that the backhand of its wrath didn’t hurt half as much as its absence.

How your email finds me

Connor: I need you all to be straight with me.

Malik:

Altaïr:

Evie:

Elise:

Arno:

Jacob:

Kassandra:

Alexios:

Leonardo:

Ezio:

[Collective Homo Silence]

Connor: I don't know why you're all silent but whatever it is I didn't mean that...