#andre ramao

[a-crow-dont-know-the-smell-of-co]

TMA Tober day 5: Favorite ship

(I am literally only going to do this day because I know that I do not have the energy or motivation to do any other days. And I just want to make an angsty little poem about my favorite dudes. Enjoy.)

I don’t know how many days it’s been.

I don’t know how many seconds it’s been.

Hell, I don’t know how many weeks it’s been.

But I know that you are gone, and that you have been for a long time.

Approximately six years have passed since that vase decided that you’re an equal payment to what it stole before it stole you.

And you were.

You were my everything.

The one who could make me laugh with jokes I’m starting to forget.

The one who could make me smile with just the sight of your face, which I can’t quite recall.

I told you I’d never forget you on our wedding day, at the altar, and I meant it at the time.

But the world’s forgotten you, and even though I do not want to, I am starting to.

I don’t want to think about the fact that I can’t fully remember you.

So I’ll wonder what part of me you forgot first.

Did you forget my face?

Did you forget the smile that you always woke up to, or the eyes that you could get lost in easily?

Did you forget my body?

The arms that wrapped around you in your darkest moments, the hands that you held dearly?

Maybe you didn’t forget me at all.

Maybe you remember me clearly, and I’m starting to forget you.

I’m sorry for forgetting you, my love.

I love you.

I hope you still love me.

[garchivist-the-sequel]

^An old television suddenly shows up in the Archives with a sticker that has the brand name “Fear-Fueled Fun” haphazardly stuck onto it. It comes with a tape, which shoves itself into the television. The tape starts playing, and a younger version of David shows up on the screen, looking about sixteen and visibly distressed.^

So this is the last commercial, right? I can go home after this? ^He asks, to someone that’s out of frame. He lets out a relieved sigh as they seem to answer, and then looks at the camera with a box of.. something in his hands.^

There are trinkets that relate to each of the known Fears in this box. I shall be investigating what they do.

^The recording cuts to him sitting on the floor and taking a googly eye out of the box.^

Okay, so, this one is definitely aligned with The Eye.

^He shows it to the camera, and then puts it back into the box. He then takes a fog machine that’s producing far too much fog out of the box.^

And this one’s connected to The Lonely.

^He continues like this, pulling out items from the box and saying what Fear they’re aligned with, until he reaches the last one, the one connected to The Slaughter, which looks like a very realistic toy knife. Almost too realistic.^

And, finally, this one’s with The Slaughter. I honestly don’t know why they made me do this ad. These aren’t for sale.

^The far-too-realistic knife then plunges into his arm, and David lets out a fearful string of curses before the recording cuts out and the tape is ejected from the old television.^

-@aussiewhogotvased

…well that certainly isn’t getting past the censorships.

@numberonevasehater your husband needs therapy

@wren-of-the-flock get your dad therapy

[tma-stimboards]

could you do an antique husbands(aka André Ramao and Mikaele Salesa) stimboard please?

Antique Husbands (Andre Ramao x Mikaele Salesa) stimboard, with various gifs

x x x / x x x / x x x

[lightfarerdistortion]

"I'm unlovable" Challenge accepted???

"Would you love me if-" yes.

Needs to relearn how to love and be loved × WILL teach them

[psychorrhea]

"As above, so below" by Dr. C. Sunshine

Up above us in the skies

Sits a land that's made of lies.

Fairy tales and fantasy,

Delusions of pure ectasy.

Lies we tell ourselves inside,

So we feel that all is fine.

Lies we tell to those around,

So they cannot strike us down.

The sugar clouds may taste so sweet,

But on them you will never meet

The souls who tread upon the ground

Their company will not be found.

The sugar clouds may taste so sweet,

But if they melt beneath your feet

You will fall from very high

So please do not depend on lies.

Deep below us underground

Hides the land where truth is found.

You can mine for secrets there,

But don't neglect your need for air.

For though the knowledge shines so bright,

The caves around are dark as night.

As lovely as these gems may seem,

You may wish you had never seen

The horrors hiding in the earth

So if you know what peace is worth,

You will not dig or claw or burrow

Underneath the soil's rich furrow

You will not push yourself beneath

To fuel obsession as you grow weak.

So if "as above, so below"

Where is someplace safe to go?

This is my advice, my dear:

On the surface. You're already here.

The surface has good company

And pretty things like grass and trees.

I care for you, so i shall say:

Here with me's where you should stay.

Don't climb too high, nor fall too low.

Forget your want, or fear, to know.

[freytful]

The most important mystery of all of the magnus archives - how was that one guy who's husband got eaten by a gaslighting pot legally gay married 2 years before it was legal anywhere in the UK

[numberonevasehater]

\/\/ André is pacing around his bedroom. He’s alone. Completely and utterly alone. \/\/

This-This can’t be happening.

I can’t lose her.

Not now.

Not when she’s finally accepted me as her father.

\/\/ The eyes are vibrating. \/\/

It can’t be.

Please, this not be real.

\/\/ He can see things that he knows the endings of. The last argument with his father. The day he bought that vase. That first conversation with Eryn. \/\/

\/\/ He’s seeing too much. \/\/

\/\/ He’s seeing too much. \/\/

\/\/ All of a sudden, the eyes emit a green light, and he screams as they do, his screams being multiplied and layered like the voice of a legion. \/\/

\/\/ He falls to the ground after. \/\/

\/\/ And when he awakens, he is something new. \/\/

\/\/ He is The Antique, knower of artifacts. \/\/

(OOC: Don’t you hate it when you have a heart attack and then you become an avatar?)

[blossomgutz]

There’s both a David and an Andre in a case having to do with keys this episode…. The gays are back. The vase couldn’t get them in this universe.

edit: FUCKKK IT'S SPELT "ANDREJ" IN THIS BUT THERE IS A DAVID