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Why can’t i hold you in the street?
Why can’t i kiss you on the dance floor?
Why can’t i say that i’m in love?
Alexa play look what you made me do...
Ok so my initial plan was to add up the sections that were lighter from the dart board in the IG post, but that isn't a dart board, it looks like a scope. Some telescopes have scopes but that typically a thing on guns and cameras.
Anyways, the IG is from AN observer (i.e. H if this is real) and what is H called?
*insert gif I can't find from the Snapchat vid where L calls H Suuuun*
And what is in the first IG post image?
A SUN!
Jeezus they love making us seem insane don't they?
64th lineart for this year's @green-with-envy-phandom-event!
This is a collaboration: Lines by @moonfoxgazer, color by Furiarossa (because this year the artist duo Furiarossa&Mimma is split in half! We'll be competing against each other, in two different teams... but still, all the stuff will be posted on the same Tumblr account, or Patreon, or wherever you follow us)
And here's a new feature! Since we're working on a card game, and we want to give all the other participants (and spectators of this event) a fun "demo", we've decided that each of the completed illustrations will be used to make a "Let's Play! Overlord" card.
All the cards will then be collected at the end in a pdf file and will be freely available to everyone, becoming a print-to-play game that we hope will be fun, and that will include easter eggs and other little treats, but will also be perfectly playable within the main game.
So here is the 65th card of this special promo set: An observant.
(Of course, if the artist who created the lineart does not want their illustration to be included in the final pdf with the other printable and playable cards, just let us know and the card will not be included, obviously!)
[Oh, and a lot more of our Danny Phantom fanarts: Here’s our tag]
★ FurAffinity|Deviantart|Commission prices|Tapas|Pillowfort★
🔥 + lobotomy corp?
LOBOTOMY CORPORATION...... my god my godd
i LOVE..LOBOCORP
they're such long long games and i expect nothing different from limbus company when it releases but my god. every moment is worth it. admittedly lobotomy corporation is not a game i could say has much replayability once you've collected all the data you want and seen the story but the amount of hard resets ive done just so i can play that game again is STAGGERING. ii recently had a file get corrupted nd i wasn't even that mad bc hard reset = i get to go again!!!!
BUT THE STORY. THE CHARACTERS. OUGH. library of ruina (second game) is a lot more focused on the world building and story progression than lobotomy corporation but both games stand so so very strong in the world they create. lobotomy corporation is particularly fantastic at dialogue and character motivations -- you learn what these people went through for this fucking company and it all makes sense, their anger their distrust, you can't help but agree as the manager that this place is hell.
additionally the FUCKNG MUSIC. when it wants to be, the music fits the situation and atmosphere of lobotomy corporation perfectly, which is hugely impressive for a game with somewhat limited graphics and visuals..and when the music does not want to fit, it won't, and that's on purpose! the most uncanny and uncomfortable moments of lobotomy corporation's story come from how detached and suddenly uncomfortable these perfectly crafted tracks feel when placed behind something that desires a very different sound.
OVERALL. probably as of right now my favorite series ever.
Y’know, it occurs to me, that I am an outsider.
I don’t mean this in a bad way. It’s just a very true statement.
See, I don’t join groups very well. I’m very... self absorbed I guess? No, that sounds wrong. Self sufficient is incorrect as well...
I don’t reach out and join groups because I’m very much someone who likes their own company well enough that they don’t need others company.
But this means I’m often an outsider, even when I’m hanging around a group I feel quite comfortable with.
Everyone else already knows each other (perhaps even gets together for regular game nights or the like!) and I’m just kinda there.
I should clarify, once again, that I don’t mind. This doesn’t bother me, and I even am kind of amused by it.
Heck, I think it at least partially helps me avoid all the constant drama that some social circles seem to cycle through on a constant basis.
I’m very used to being by myself (and even far prefer it to being around people overmuch), but it’s odd.
It’s so very strange to realize that there’s these entire communities of folks that you kinda know, who are all much closer than you have ever been. That communicate in ways you haven’t connected with.
And I guess that’s about what I have to say about it. I don’t really know where I’m going with this beyond that I’ve had another one of those moments where I can see people I certainly consider as friends, who are talking about something that’s happened to a group of them, and I’m just over here kinda staring into space with a look of confusion.
Cleansed by the rain
Anonymous: hi there!!! could i please request a fic w soft!loki comforting reader who flees to his house one-night bc of an abusive family member?? if thats a bit much to ask, i completely understand !!! just soft!loki being comforting would be wonderful!! feel free to take your time, i really enjoy your fics and have been reading them a lot recently as ive been struggling Xx
Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Notes: My biggest problem with requests is I’m so specific and love back story But I wanted this to be more focused on the sweetness and not the how.
So I was all ready to write this and then (as always) my dad decided to send me some manipulative texts. So I’m sorry if this is a little raw or feels stale.
Abuse isn’t fun and I’m so sorry you are having to deal with it. I wish I could wrap up all the people who have had to deal with people who have treated them like less and take them away to a warm couch to drink hot cocoa and just let them rest in peace.
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Pounding, the rain fell around you. Pounding the pavement.
Matching the sound of your sneakers as you ran.
You had done everything right, be the perfect child. Done everything they had wanted even if that person was someone new every day. Even if that person took you so far away from who you were you no longer recognized that person looking back at you in the mirror.
Even then.
Until one day you couldn’t anymore.
The abuse. You were so used to it, it was normal. It just part of your everyday life. You knew it was just who you were. Were… was... weren’t… whatever it was…
You weren’t that anymore.
One day you just realized it that you: it was them.
So you ran.
Shrouded in the dead of night. Taking what money you had saved and just bolted. A million thoughts going through your head pounding at your brain like your feet against the road. Maybe you could have stayed a little longer? Maybe you could have saved a little more money. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought.
But why not now? Why shouldn’t you leave? What if there was a world out there better than the one you had?
Anything had to be better than this.
Why not now?
Hiding in the rain.
Maybe this was was the metaphor.
Your old life being washed away. The rain cleansing you. Taking away all the layers you had built up around yourself. Melting and pooling at your feet like the droplets that were running down the steps of the only person you knew could help.
Loki.
For a moment you almost bolted. He didn’t need to be involved. To be troubled. He shouldn’t have to see you like this. He should see the smiling happy you. Not this lost wreck.
He could be busy.
Shit.
He could be busy.
You turned from the apartment that Loki had moved into when his people had come here for refuge. Soaked sneakers squeaking against the steps as you started to make your descent back down them.
It was ok, you would be ok.
“Y/N?”
You froze, your heartfelt like an ice-cold hand gripped it squeezing so tight you couldn’t breathe. You felt sick. Every inch of your body screamed to run. But you turned putting on the biggest fakest smile you could.
“Hey, Loki.”
It was the rain’s fault. Washing away your layers until nothing but yourself was there. Streaked across your face in a million colors of pain.
“Have you been crying?”
“Naw it was just the rain. Sky tears.”
“What did they do.”
He knew he had always known. Maybe he was even the one to point it out first. The small jabs from your abusers. The biting remarks and underhanded compliments. It was as if Loki had held up a mirror and all you had to do was look in and see all the scars they had drawn over your body.
Maybe that was why you were now standing at his door now. Because he knew.
Because victims can always sense other victims.
“It’s raining outside and I have tea” was the simple response from the Asgardian before he turned and walked back into his apartment leaving the door open for you to decide.
Should you keep running.
Or rest.
Maybe just one cup.
You loved Loki’s apartment. It always smelled a little like fresh eucalyptus and Sandalwood. Always warm and comforting. The walls lined with books and wide glass windows that let in so much warm lighting no matter what season it was.
“Couches are made to be sat in,” Loki said coming back in from his kitchen. You were standing awkwardly in the middle of his living room not wanting to get anything wet. Trying to make your mess as small as possible.
“I don’t want to ruin…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Loki said as he waved his hand, a two fluffy towels appearing on the couch behind you. One to wrap yourself in and one to sit on. After you had gotten settled he took a seat next to you in your warm towel glory.
“I’m so proud of you,”
You looked up in total shock, the world standing still for a moment. “What?”
“You left. I knew you could do it.”
It all came spilling out. All those emotions you had tried to bury deep. How you had tried to be strong. Tried to keep your decision logical in a world of insanity. You had kept telling yourself you had to think of yourself. That this was just the only way out.
But the reality of it hitting you and someone… someone being proud?
Even now there was this weird guilt of running. Leaving them in the dead of night. Choosing your own feelings over theirs. You felt selfish. Years of being trained to only care for their emotions your own just didn’t feel justified. Even now. Even after everything.
“You’re not selfish.”
You looked up at Loki. He had taken you in his arms as you had spilled out your feelings. The fears. The anger. The guilt.
The raw emotions.
Gently he kissed you on the forehead, “You are free little bird, but that does not mean your wings have healed enough that you can fly.” slowly he pulled away studying you, “What can I do to help.”
“I want to do this myself. I want to,” You paused taking a deep breath gathering your thoughts, “I want to prove that I can do this myself. That I don’t need them.”
“I am not them.”
You winced, “I know… I’m sorry that’s not what I meant…”
“I understand.” his hands were warm as they took your cold shaking ones. “I have an extra room until you can find your own place. This can be your safe zone while you find a job, find the freedom you want. Ok?”
“I…”
“You are not a bother,” he leaned forward catching you gaze with his. “You are not a burden.” he added, “You are a joy to be around, and I…” for a moment he pulled away looking around his apartment, so beautiful but so empty. Yes, filled with things, so many magical and beautiful things, but now that you both looked around you realized you were the only person you had ever seen here.
In that moment this beautiful apartment felt very lonely.
“I would also like to have someone here with me. But only if you want and until you want your own place.” the last words came out as a rush. Bits of his own mask showing. Those insecurities that you knew all too well. That silent plea to be understood.
It was funny to think even a god could feel misunderstood.
“I would love to be your roommate Loki. But I want to pay, it may not be a lot at first but… I want to feel like I can do this. Take care of myself without their help.”
He nodded gently pushing away your messy locks away from your face. “Deal.”
The rain pounded on the large windows. Washing away the world around you. Washing away your old life leaving something new in its wake. Something different.
Something truly your own.
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