#Ian 'I can excuse Lip doing murder but I draw the line at him trashing my favorite people" Clayton Gallagher

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#Ian 'I can excuse Lip doing murder but I draw the line at him trashing my favorite people" Clayton Gallagher
I just love him
(New low-effort meme brought to you by a lack of ADHD medication and my umpteenth queer awakening by anyone who plays Ewen Montagu)
my shayyllaa <3
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oh my god wwit happy pride month guys
The scarlet bloom flowers once more
kaja didn't have a lot of friends growing up. her older brother, trian, had once been her best friend. he taught her how to be a berserker and helped train her into the warrior she is today. but at some point trian became twisted with thinking he's so high and mighty and above everyone. kaja would always be loyal to trian and went as far as making excuses for him, but she pulled away at some point in her teens. every conversation with him was difficult. if she argued back he's throw insults at her or insult gorim, if she went along with him and agreed he'd make some sexist comment. kaja doesn't know when his view on her changed. she misses the older brother she loved and who taught her the ins and outs of politics, not the future tyrannical king orzammar might have had.
outside of her immediate family, she didn't have any " true " friends. everyone was two-faced or had ulterior motives. everyone wanted to use her or manipulate her. she quickly decided to choose her " friends " wisely but know that they will never actually be her true friends. they would backstab her at the very idea of moving ahead and climbing the social ladder.
gorim was a good friend of hers. the lines also blurred between them. he was devoted to her and was her right-hand, kaja was also extremely devoted to him. and loved him. they would never be allowed to marry let alone be together.
bhelen was her best friend. he was her baby brother and she'd always love him. even despite everything, he's still her brother and she will always love him. no matter what he does, he will always be her baby brother.
the first " real " friends she meets are alistair and morrigan. both hold great importance for kaja in different ways.
thank you for being the proud ovi/gt/tounge fucking pervert i am too scared to be publicly you're doing all us gooners a great service. i hope this isn't too weird to say but your art feels super tactile, like i stg i feel that damn tv's tongue on me when you draw it
not weird at all.. i try my best to draw what i imagine stuff feels like more than how i think it'd look like if that makes sense, so it's veryy exciting to me that my perversions make you feel something!
ok I feel like. and this is the 2am talking. but I feel like it’s time to justify the behemoth in its way because here’s the thing. here’s the thing. I firmly believe Finnick should stay dead. it’s the best way to end his arc, it makes sense, it’s compelling narratively, I’m in full support of that. HOWEVER.
when I started the behemoth I was borderline delusional from being hammered with debilitating grief for a close friend I lost to suicide by overdose. I was completely overcome by it. and in that grief something clicked in my brain and I was like god. I cannot bring this person back. I cannot undo this, I cannot put him back on this earth. I would move heaven and earth to have him back, but I simply cannot. but there is someone that I can in fact bring back. and every half baked theme and subplot and idea I’ve ever had in my head combined with this unconscious concept that’d been cooking for the past decade came flooding out in an enormous six week rush and uh. yeah
so really the behemoth is my love letter to my friend. he would be very proud and he would also roast the absolute shit out of me for it