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Tears. Spicy spicy tears.

Mexican traditional dress inspired Karna cause chillis belong to Mexico and we're all just borrowing them

Anyways I tried to make the boots look like dried chillis, are we seeing that, I'm not sure if I communicated that strong enough

@quiddie

More Disco Elysium fanart, ive decided after the one of dolores dei that im going to paint all the innocences :) Heres the Perikarnassian

This is all Lou screaming so be warned

hit with the sudden realization that when gerard told elody he was fighting because of her, that she inspired him to fight… he inadvertently told her that he died because of her

a reunion

Gerard's whole life feels like a never ending "Do you want to go to the castle where the dogs are or go back to your frog pond?"

Because it's so demeaning. He can be presented with the choice but he can only ever really go back to the frog pond. He could fight in the war but he was never taught to do anything but hide. He could fix his marriage but he was so young when he was cursed he doesn't know how to do anything but hide. Because his formative years -the years that define who he is and how he reacts- were spent fleeing from herons and dogs and boots. and he may have had his body back for a time, but he will always mentally be in the frog pond, with nothing to do but throw tantrums and hide and make up friends that will not speak to him.

And what lesson did he learn? He deserved it. Pinocchio lied, Ylfa killed, and Gerard understands that they had no choice, but to him, it was always his fault. Elody tells him he wasn't evil, and he doesn't hear her. Because good little boys don't get turned into frogs, and at nine?? The only lesson he could have learned was that he was evil.

Gerard isnt a coward. He just can't go back to the castle, because that's where the dogs are.

'all things end, it's part of living; forest fires feed the trees'

a riz gukgak & the bad kids post canon fic! @d20exchange fic for @breakdancingsigma :D

tags: fantasy high, character study, beta read, minor angst, fluff

full 4.5k word fic below the cut, ao3 link in reblogs because tumblr hates me specifically lmao

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It was snowing outside and the heating in Riz’s office wasn’t working. The screen on the window banged against the glass, creating a steady metronome of destruction that Riz would probably have to fix later. 

He hadn’t had many customers during the last month. When he’d first moved to Bastion City to reinvent his P.I. service, it had been summer and business had been booming. Adaine had gone off to college, Fabian on vacation somewhere, Fig and Gorgug on tour, and Kristen had been doing something or other with Tracker. Riz was the last one out of town. He had figured out that he would be lonely whether he stayed or left. 

At the beginning, they’d all texted every day. In fact, a couple of months after Riz had moved, the Cig Figs put on a show just a couple blocks away and let Riz in for free. It had been loud, but it was the most fun Riz had had in the city so far. 

Now, though, things had slowed down. The last time someone had sent a message in the chat was last Sunday. Maybe it was winter, and everyone was just tired. Maybe they were all busy. Maybe they’d made new friends in their respective locations.

It was probably easier to make new friends at wizard college than while working independently as a 20-year-old in a big city. 

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"You ask why I had loved her,

I ask; how could I not?" ☀

You’re not a monster, is what I’m saying.

Would you have fallen in love with her?

plight of the honeybee