Inspired By Ralph Fiennes Quoting The Entire Very Demure Very Mindful Tiktok

my secret to art happiness is it's not about how many notes what you draw is likely to get. t's about how many times you're going to go back to it, to your own art, and think "this FUCKS actually and caters to me entirely, specifically, fully. i love this artist (me) (me who i drew this) (myself)"

Being in a relationship with Adam Smasher would consist of (Corpo!Reader):

You wondering how the fuck it happened.

Everyone else wondering how the fuck it happened.

Becoming the talk of Arasaka and Night City simply because it fucking happened (how???).

Meanwhile, Smasher doesn't think much of the hoopla and speculation because he'd BEEN claimed you as his. He doesn't call just anyone a cut of fuckable meat.

Finding out that apparently, Adam has something of a nickname for you. Asking him yields zero answers.

You turning the tables and calling him a cut of fuckable chrome and to your surprise, he responds with a simple "Heh."

Living but... not living with him. Not really. He's almost always gone anyway. It's also really your place but Adam made himself comfortable and... the rest is history, you guess.

You're actually more likely to see him when you're at work because he's practically taken over your office, too. By just sitting there.

Smasher liking to scare the ever-living shit out of you. He doesn't talk unless necessary; whenever the quiet ambiance of your space is broken by him suddenly talking, you tend to jump. And it amuses him.

Wondering what Smasher's doing or thinking about whenever he's silently making a dent in your office couch. Apparently, he's mostly watching you. Because you're his cut of fuckable meat of course.

Smasher isn't one for jealousy (so he would have you believe) because who the fuck would be dumb enough to challenge him for what's his? However, he can and will make reinforce his claim should some pathetic fuck try their luck with you. This... surprises you? ...Why does this surprise you? This is Adam Smasher we're talking about.

Rubbing that big chrome dome of his, and Smasher going "Mmmm," but because he's borg'd the fuck up, it's an oddly soothing low mechanical purring. This is perhaps the only other sound you've ever heard him make.

Sometimes, when you're tired of working, you'll just slump down on the couch and lean against Adam. And he'll let you, too. For a little bit. Then he'll be an asshole and go, "Can you really afford to take a break now?" Fuck off, Smasher.

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Nick Valentine anyone?

These gays..

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you are the hero of ferelden. no matter your origin you watch those you love most be ripped from you. death becomes an endless cycle which seems to follow you wherever you go. the fate of the world rests on your shoulders as you know you can never return home. home is gone now. home is buried with your family, jailed with your closest ally, cradled by the ancestors, forgotten like your beloved, lost to time in the murky glass of the eluvian- dead in your arms, killed at your hand. you are the hero of ferelden and it is your destiny to die. when next the world falls apart, you do not come. this world does not deserve your pity.

you are the champion of kirkwall. you are a refugee, cold and hungry and sold into labour. your mother hates you, though she will never say it. it's your fault the ogre killed your sibling, your fault the taint took the other. but you are happy. you have everything, friends and family and status and riches. you defeat the people plaguing your glorious city, you are the people's hero. you will always know even as she came back, isabela left you to die. you are happy but you are alone. you have everything and then you are rocking back and forth begging please please please do not take my mother as well. you have nothing, but you for a single second, you had everything. you are the champion of kirkwall, and your ally has blown up the chantry. where is your home now that everything is your fault?

you are the herald of andraste. and you are so, so scared. these people do not trust you, do not like you, would feed you to the fade if they could. they do not care if you follow another religion, you are their herald. you can never return home because heroes do not have homes. they say home is the people you choose, but you didn't choose these people, did you? every step you take aches. thousands reach out to touch you, for safety. for comfort. you are a black hole close to destruction, and you cannot do this. you are the herald of andraste and you have not been yourself for so long now.

wait for me miraak solstheim is not far

Miraak may not be undead, but you can take away my headcanon of him being monstrous and mutated af from my cold dead hands. He looks only *slightly* better than the rest of the dragon priests. He spent thousands of years, several eras in Hermaeus Mora's realm and is still absurdly powerful. I don't think his looks or sex appeal were a priority to him. Too bad for him, because ever since I played Fallout 4, I cannot goon to conventionally attractive characters, so him being all fucked up and mutated is actually VERY sexy to me.

(That said, people that draw him as a pretty boy are also extremely based. It is always morally correct to sexualize and objectify old men)

Miraak But-

Miraak but when he gets too over-emotional he turns in to a small goopy dragon and sulks in the corner

The goopy dragon it no bigger the a Chihuahua and is in need of pets but Miraak is too prideful for pet even tho he need them

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