it's literally the evilest thing in the world to finally have time to write but then be tired. like wow you're telling me these two hours before going to bed are completely free but my brain is just Not Feeling It? fuck off

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it's literally the evilest thing in the world to finally have time to write but then be tired. like wow you're telling me these two hours before going to bed are completely free but my brain is just Not Feeling It? fuck off
In which DorianxCullen FINALLY
Warning, nsfw
Dorian still felt a strange sizzle between his own personal magical energy field and whatever the hell Templars created with their lyrium guzzling. It was as though Cullen's aura of a Templar remained around him like a cloak. Hungry, or pulling all around him, like a heavy staff wielded into a lightning storm.
Laying next to a Templar was a bit like holding a soft, fuzzy, very pretty lion. Dorian wasn't afraid, however; in part due to his rigorous training, and in part due to his own pride. He'd taken on time magic just a few months ago--one Templar was nothing. And yet he could feel the pull of the Veil in the room as well. Curious spirits, and some more sinister than curious. Watching and leering at the vessel that slept, protected by the cast of an altus.
The lion stirred finally, and Dorian's eyes cut from the book. He didn't want to wake Cullen unnecessarily, and stayed still when one leg flung over his own, and Cullen's aggressive clinging turned to a less aggressive, but heavy-handed, palm on Dorian's stomach and then chest. Dorian heard a sharp inhale, and a ragged exhale. Oh, Cullen was awake all right, some parts of him even more awake than normal. The altus didn't have a witty comment to make, and his gloating "Good morning, sleepyhead" never left his mouth. Cullen rose up and met his eyes before planting very scratchy, scruff-surrounded lips on Dorian's. The mage could feel the crushingly strong heartbeat from the Warrior, resolute and quick, like a war drum.
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Can I say something controversial for this site. I don't care how much "dark themes" a story contains unless it does something interesting and meaningful with it. Writing something for the sake of writing something is bad writing. If I wanted to watch something where bad, violent, sexist or racist things happen but is so pointless to exist in a story or written with/framed within political ideas I don't agree with, and lacks artistry, I can just look at the news.
DO NOT CHECK UP ON THAT FRIEND YOU CUT OUT OF YOUR LIFE!!!! DO NOT CHECK UP ON YOUR EX!!!! DO NOT CHECK UP ON THAT OLD COWORKER YOU HATED!!!! IT WON’T HELP YOU!!!! CHOOSE YOURSELF!!!!
GALE DEKARIOS — [ 4/? ]
THESE HILLS AREN'T VERY SILENT
Leon put his super cool tactical gun named Aurora back in its holster. He’d just designed the weapon during the last three months of his job, landing on the name after the oil slick refracted the light on the barrel. He got out of the 1971 Dodge Challenger he stole from Ethan Winters, parked by whatever piece of trash his best friend James Sunderland had left out here by the river’s trail. When Leon exited the car he realized he’d t-boned the blue vehicle, which sat crunched. Leon tossed his feathery bangs back and scoffed. He pulled out the Hello Kitty walkie talkie communicator and paged James. "Looks like we ran into each other again, James." No, he could do better. Leon blinked. "I auto-know better, but I just hope the damage isn’t wheel-y bad." He let off the button. "Hah. Got ’em." A voice crackled through the speaker. James, as usual, sounded confused. "Leon, is that you? What the hell are you talking about?" "I’ve got a bad habit I’ve got to brake." "......Huh?" "There’s no time, James! What’s your 20 and the path to you?" "Hang on, I’m drawing you a map." "How am I supposed to get it?" "In the collapsed tunnel is a big steamer trunk. I’ve got one in front of me too. If I put the map in mine, it’ll show up in yours." "There’s just one problem." "I know, it sounded crazy to me too." "James--how am I supposed to get to the trunk that’s in the tunnel if the tunnel is collapsed?" "Fuck!" ------------------------------------- "HOLY SHIT!" Leon was shooting with his big huge beefy delicious gun, and he’d lost his jacket. His biceps and shoulders were popping as he aimed again and again at Pyramid head. He was taking his time with the fancy reload because this was like his sixth playthrough. James was cowering behind him like usual. "Get behind me! You can’t shoot with a missing hand!" "How many fucking times do I have to tell you I’m not Ethan Winters!" Leon ducked and rolled out of the way of the sword attack, which caught James in the arm again. Sunderland reeled back, cursing as he immediately healed. "I don’t get it!" Leon said, shooting more, causing the monster to turn and look at him--presumably. "He’s only chasing you! I can’t get him to attack me! It’s like he’s focused on you or something?" James sighed and moved back behind Leon again to draw the monster’s attention in the other’s direction. He stared at Leon’s shoulders for a moment. "Where’s your jacket?" "No time! But hey--this guy’s got a POINT." He parried the blade and did a backflip, nearly knocking James down another 3240038403284 step flight of stairs. James turned to look longingly at the dark entryway as though he were thinking about just running. Leon tossed his hair. "He seems to be really SHARP." James lowered his eyebrows. Leon did another roundhouse kick, and then suplexed Pyramid Head to the ground. Then Pyramid head dropped his sword, standing up quickly, and Suplexed Leon back. "God, I miss my wife." Said James.
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It’s really crazy to see how hard people flounder if you are even remotely confrontational like we have a generation of people who think they can communicate through passive aggressive games of telephone and insta stories and get scared if you tell them no. This sounds like something someone’s boomer grandpa would say but it’s true though
how are westerners so thoroughly programmed that even when you see the violence of your empire, you parrot the same lies used to sell that violence. "bombing a school is wrong but the iranian people should be freed from the regime—" "abducting a president is wrong but the venezuelan people should be freed from the regime—" "starving people with sanctions is wrong but the cuban people should be freed from the regime —" the western people need to be freed from the regimes that brainwashed you, and I mean that
Literally nobody is saying that
ETHAN WINTERS resident evil village : shadows of rose, 2022
ETHAN WINTERS & KARL HEISENBERG resident evil village, 2021
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ETHAN WINTERS & THE DUKE resident evil village, 2021
KARL HEISENBERG resident evil : village, 2021.
Your Grace," Anora actually dipped into a curtsy to him. Darren found himself stiffly bending at the waist in reply, mostly out of habit.
"I was wondering if I might steal a bit of your time this morning before we commence speaking."
Darren looked meekly at Alistair, who was suddenly tight-lipped. His shoulders nearly touched his ears in a shrug as he grabbed a sweet roll and seemed to glide backwards, away from the pair. Darren's brow lowered.
So much for that.
Yeah, Alistair hadn't changed much.
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