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I got steroids for the fainting and not only did it immediately fix most of my life to the point that I only need my cane for really really bad days where I am out and about for a long time, but my brain works again now that it actually has blood getting up there
I went on a week long vacation where I walked non-stop, went to museums, was able to be normal and thave fun and not fall asleep all day, and I even bought a book and I've been able to focus enough to read again.
Crazy how much can be fixed with a tiny amount of steroids they for some reason wouldn't prescribe for a whole year where I saw them 3 different times and told them "not only has your suggestion of do the same things ive been doing not helped, im actually rapidly deteriorating", but at least they got there eventually? 🫠
Anyways books are great again I can enjoy summer warmth and the steroids taste like I need to get back to writing and drawing now that I'm not in a state of constant confusion and exhaustion, huzzah! I am already thinking of new fic ideas I want to write ✨️
Someone called Helena a small woman because of her pict with Maximus. So now i am thinking about making a scale comparison for everyone. Probably would make my life a little easier.
writing your fave having sex with with their love interest is OUT writing your fave shamefully jerking off and coming pathetically fast at just the idea of fucking their love interest is IN
hello tumblr user. in front of you stands a confident and outspoken character. your challenge today & forever is to consider the possibility they may simply have self-confidence and are not just faking to secretly cover up massive insecurities. good luck
"the average fandom person cannot imagine a truly confident person" is a working theory I came up with years ago and every single day on this website my conclusion has proved more & more correct
Ooohh i saw your Mortarion pledging to Nurgle art and would LOVE to see your depiction of demon prince Mortarion, if you’d be so kind 🥺💚💚
You draw him so perfectly, I can’t wait to see what your vision is
Aaah thank you! 😭💚
Mortarion's Daemon Prince form is tricky for me because I really like his canonical design, but also could absolutely have a lot of fun trying to do it from scratch. 🫠
I think the main thing I'd change would be to make his facial changes a bit more subtle and keep his features more reminiscent of his pre-daemon form (just so that his face is still recognizable), and lean on the moth motif for the wings more. I only have so many spoons currently and couldn't do a full-on clean design, but here's a try from a few days ago!
Girl. I have a theroy on why the cato breaches containment.
I think its due to the way Cato has been memed on by the wider community. The idea of someone finding him hot is absurd. So...
I will stand true against the Cato slander from the memes. My Cato is insufferable for canonically complaint reasons, not because of TTS.
I will fight they tyranny by making them uncomfortably horny about him 🫡
Maybe with a human he's protecting or helping or something. I don't know darksiders in depth enough to do this myself, pls..... I need himb...... your old war fics are all that keep me going.....
Alternatively, Fury with a human in the maker's tree thing 💖
Thank you no pressure 💖
- Cat
Author's Note: Consolidating two since you both asked for fluffy War and, who am I to refuse such a thing.
Relationships: War/Fem!Reader (one usage of 'her')
Warnings: None really
"This is cruel and unusual punishment, i hope you know."
You cross your arms and stare at War, who only gives you his usual vaguely displeased neutral expression. It doesn't crack in the slightest, not even at your whining. You don't know much of what can crack that angelic visage of his.
"It is not."
The unintelligible noises of discontent that come out of your mouth are met with more unimpressed staring, and perhaps an eyeroll if you saw that right, and it wasn't just a trick of the light. War wasn't always what you'd call mature, even at his uncountable age. The bridge of his nose wrinkles with his brow as he looks at you.
"I am leaving you up there because then you cannot get down and find yourself more trouble."
Legs dangling far above the stirrups, Ruin's back is indeed high enough off the ground that getting down would take considerable effort, and even then still taking a big risk on a twisted ankle. And that's not considering that Ruin has a vested in interest in listening to his rider's instructions, and will at least threaten to bite you if you attempt an escape. Not as if you'd want to get bitten by any horse, but Ruin in particular; You'd be more likely to loose and entire arm, than a few fingers.
War looks away from you and to Ruin instead, pointing in his direction with his gauntlet. He's met with a gentle snort that blows a few embers in his general direction.
"Do not let her down."
The way Ruin eyes you after War speaks and your attempt to shimmy more to one side further reinforces that you are now quite literally stuck, unless you wanted to roll the dice on hurting yourself.
With that War proceeds to wander off, and you're stuck kicking your feet in boredom. Ruin doesn't prove to be the most entertaining babysitter in the slightest, and it feels more like you're stuck on a countertop too high for you than anything else. The only thing that breaks the illusion is the occasional indignant snort you get whenever you mumble to yourself.
You're not sure how much time passes in actuality, the sun never really seems to fully set around here which takes away your only real way of telling the passage of time. Perhaps it's by design, the angels love their light, are you are currently in one of their realms. For you however it really only gives you a bit of a headache. At least Ruin is firmly parked in the shade— not as if you could move him if he wasn't— so you didn't slowly heat up as the sun beat down on you.
When War returns, he makes a straight path towards you and Ruin and moves to grasp the saddle horn. When you don't show excitement at his return like usual— his hood is now down which gives you a full view of his long white hair and young face— he looks at you with a hint of suspicion and gives you an inquisitive 'hmm?'.
"No, I'm mad at you now. You made a horse babysit me."
War sighs. His jaw shifts unconsciously as he thinks on his words. For being usually so aloof, he can have a bit of a heavy tongue, at times. Usually to you; It's easy for him to speak to the other horsemen, it's harder for him to be so gruff and intimidating to someone he likes that height-wise, can barely reach his shoulders.
"Do not get yourself into trouble so often, and I would not need to." You quickly attempt to defend yourself and your voice raises in pitch.
"I do not get into that much trouble! You are," You're momentarily stopped when War grasps the saddle horn tighter and moves to heft himself onto Ruin behind you with a loud grunt, jostling you around enough that it cuts you off for a moment. "You are blowing one incident way out of proportion."
War, in a rare moment of letting his guard down, chuckles ever so slightly, and very knowingly. His chest solidly rests against your back.
"Am I?"
Your silence speaks for itself enough, and the argument ends. Perhaps you've learned a few lessons about touching things that looked very old. And wandering off too far.
Maybe with a human he's protecting or helping or something. I don't know darksiders in depth enough to do this myself, pls..... I need himb...... your old war fics are all that keep me going.....
Alternatively, Fury with a human in the maker's tree thing 💖
Thank you no pressure 💖
- Cat
Author's Note: Consolidating two since you both asked for fluffy War and, who am I to refuse such a thing.
Relationships: War/Fem!Reader (one usage of 'her')
Warnings: None really
"This is cruel and unusual punishment, i hope you know."
You cross your arms and stare at War, who only gives you his usual vaguely displeased neutral expression. It doesn't crack in the slightest, not even at your whining. You don't know much of what can crack that angelic visage of his.
"It is not."
The unintelligible noises of discontent that come out of your mouth are met with more unimpressed staring, and perhaps an eyeroll if you saw that right, and it wasn't just a trick of the light. War wasn't always what you'd call mature, even at his uncountable age. The bridge of his nose wrinkles with his brow as he looks at you.
"I am leaving you up there because then you cannot get down and find yourself more trouble."
Legs dangling far above the stirrups, Ruin's back is indeed high enough off the ground that getting down would take considerable effort, and even then still taking a big risk on a twisted ankle. And that's not considering that Ruin has a vested in interest in listening to his rider's instructions, and will at least threaten to bite you if you attempt an escape. Not as if you'd want to get bitten by any horse, but Ruin in particular; You'd be more likely to loose and entire arm, than a few fingers.
War looks away from you and to Ruin instead, pointing in his direction with his gauntlet. He's met with a gentle snort that blows a few embers in his general direction.
"Do not let her down."
The way Ruin eyes you after War speaks and your attempt to shimmy more to one side further reinforces that you are now quite literally stuck, unless you wanted to roll the dice on hurting yourself.
With that War proceeds to wander off, and you're stuck kicking your feet in boredom. Ruin doesn't prove to be the most entertaining babysitter in the slightest, and it feels more like you're stuck on a countertop too high for you than anything else. The only thing that breaks the illusion is the occasional indignant snort you get whenever you mumble to yourself.
You're not sure how much time passes in actuality, the sun never really seems to fully set around here which takes away your only real way of telling the passage of time. Perhaps it's by design, the angels love their light, are you are currently in one of their realms. For you however it really only gives you a bit of a headache. At least Ruin is firmly parked in the shade— not as if you could move him if he wasn't— so you didn't slowly heat up as the sun beat down on you.
When War returns, he makes a straight path towards you and Ruin and moves to grasp the saddle horn. When you don't show excitement at his return like usual— his hood is now down which gives you a full view of his long white hair and young face— he looks at you with a hint of suspicion and gives you an inquisitive 'hmm?'.
"No, I'm mad at you now. You made a horse babysit me."
War sighs. His jaw shifts unconsciously as he thinks on his words. For being usually so aloof, he can have a bit of a heavy tongue, at times. Usually to you; It's easy for him to speak to the other horsemen, it's harder for him to be so gruff and intimidating to someone he likes that height-wise, can barely reach his shoulders.
"Do not get yourself into trouble so often, and I would not need to." You quickly attempt to defend yourself and your voice raises in pitch.
"I do not get into that much trouble! You are," You're momentarily stopped when War grasps the saddle horn tighter and moves to heft himself onto Ruin behind you with a loud grunt, jostling you around enough that it cuts you off for a moment. "You are blowing one incident way out of proportion."
War, in a rare moment of letting his guard down, chuckles ever so slightly, and very knowingly. His chest solidly rests against your back.
"Am I?"
Your silence speaks for itself enough, and the argument ends. Perhaps you've learned a few lessons about touching things that looked very old. And wandering off too far.
