The Optimistic Authour

This wasn’t supposed to be depressing… 🥲🥲🥲

[Image Description: Lucifer holding a sleeping child Charlie tightly with a depressed expression on his face]

Wouldn’t leave my mind sorry

A non-comprehensive list of ways that Critical Role characters have said “I love you” without saying “I love you” that I am currently obsessing over instead of sleeping.

“No debts between us.”

“Don’t you even dare.”

“They are not worth you.”

“It’s someone else’s.”

“I walk in.”

“No, you carry her. You carry her.”

*I take back the last thing and I stay*

“Maybe you and I are both damned but we can choose to do something.”

"I broke the world for us"

"Fix him!"

"Let yourself a little happiness"

"I protect him. He's my boy."

"Do not go far from me"

"Take me instead, you raven bitch"

"How lucky I have been to have had all of you"

"You were not born with venom in your veins"

"I'll cast wish"

The blue feathers had been a gift from her brother once, in the days when she longed for the sky. She had yearned for the clear blue she could only find away from the smoke and dust of the cities he felt at home in. She had desperately longed to fly up and away like the birds that rode the winds for as long as she had been trapped in a society that didn’t want her. He had seen her dreams in ways that only he could. His nimble fingers had taught hers how to place the feathers, how to carry her dreams with her and never lose them. He had given her the colors in her world and the push she needed to know she could fly all on her own.

She didn’t know if the black feathers were a gift from her brother. She didn’t even know if the ravens were new, or if she just hadn’t paid attention when they didn’t mean anything to her. She didn’t dream anymore. She lived in a grayscale world of memory and uncertainty. The blue felt mocking and garish now. It held no promises and no comforts.

She didn’t trade blue for black until her wedding though. These, she knew were from him. These were the last time she saw him and the love stronger than time or distance or fate could ever be. These were certainty that his path and hers would cross again someday. These were pain and happiness, memory and possibility, love and loneliness. The black feathers had been a gift from her brother once, on the day she had missed him most.

makes sense I guess

CLARA OSWALD & THE DOCTOR

I understand why the Sandman show didn’t have the baby speak when Death came for them because it’s hard to make that not look comical in live action. But. God. I will never forget how this exchange hit the first time I read it:

“But… is that all there was? Is that all I get?”

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

“The Candle and The Moon”

Oh Qui-gon…

uhm this is just uh something I’ve been working on and off for the past week; a conversation that would take place post-pacifist I think

I was particularly focused on getting Sans’s character right, I hhope I did ittt ;;

This is beautiful and VERY in character! I think you NAILED it!!!

It’s been 3 years since Clara died so here’s a throwbacks of my Face The Raven-related arts

I’M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

8.09 // 9.10

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