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"You are my guest." Continuous for the previous Hades and Persephone AU 🤘Inspired by the iconic Death and the Maiden painting by Marianne Stokes!
and this is actually how tros ends! wow trilogy finished what a happy ending
The Onion pulling zero fucking punches.
There is no safe space. There is no haven. Not for us.
There will be. I will make one.
If this was originally posted on tumblr it would have become the big new trend within hours
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eugene you scoundrel!!!
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It’s happening…. Eugene has arrived….
Here’s an easy to use Eugene for all your meme making needs, friends
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Poor Eugene takes so much blame; here he is mourning the death of of his teacher, Socrates. Eugene is a learned crustacean.
[ID: The Death of Socrates, painted by Jacques-Louis David, with a giant isopod edited under the bed mourning with the rest of Socrates’s students. End ID]
Eugene Is Here To Help
She’s still a little wet from the hug Beau’s engulfed her in, but Jester’s attention is instantly drawn to the great, orange shark that flops onto the sandy beach. Even without the change in color she instantly knows it’s Caleb, how could she not?
The six months they’ve spent apart instantly feel like the blink of an eye, even if they’ve felt nothing like that while passing, the moment she takes a step forward and into his direction.
“Caleb shark!” She exclaims, thinking back to all the great times they’ve had together like this, changing their forms to fit whatever they’ve needed to achieve, though Jester remembers the fun ones most.
Being an eagle to carry her friends in the dead of night, chasing an enemy, comes in handy, but it’s the times they’ve had the most fun she remembers, like becoming giant dinosaurs or spiders that scale along the walls, yelling at each other with high pitches voices.
It instantly settles a spark of warmth within her chest as she watches him transform back into the man she knows, dripping wet, but still handsome with his hair just a little longer and pulled into the familiar ponytail, and the same, kind expression on his face.
“You’re…okay, there you are!” She laughs, freely and happy for what feels like the first time in months and doesn’t hesitate to throw her arms around him, catching the brief glimpse of his face illuminated by the campfire and the tail end of a string of words that ends in “…hello.”
It feels good to have them all back together, it makes Jester feel less alone as Caleb’s arms come to wrap around her and the familiar warmth spreads from her chest to every inch of her body, making her nearly bounce with excitement.
We’re going to be okay, she thinks, and the icy coldness that had gripped her heart over these past few hours ( months, really ) slowly melts away as she pulls back to look at Caleb.
The moment passes, swept away in conversations and hellos, but it leaves the familiar warmth behind and Jester smiles as she steps back, a little less terrified than before.
Sketching my favorite professor 🧡🐈
"Mmmmmmmmm Captain"
Here he is my handsome boy, my favourite npc of the Critical Role 2nd campaign! I miss him so much <3
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Aquí os traigo a mi apuesto Orly, mi npc favorito de la 2da campaña de Critical Role, espero que os guste <3
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they ^_^
this man always looks so tortured
"kay-leb! let's see if they have any cupcakes!!"
shes pointing out her favorite part
goncharov 1973 dir. martin scorsese might be a mafia movie to sigma male film bros but to me she is like if a traumatized russian mercenary who dreams of a quiet house on a hill but cannot escape the blood on his hands was my girlmutual