sqider

[sqider]

if you're feeling powerless right now—and god knows I am—here's a reminder you can donate to the National Network of Abortion Funds, the Trans Law Center, Gaza Soup Kitchen, the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, and hundreds of other charities that will work to mitigate the damage that has been and will continue to be inflicted

life continues. we still have the capacity to do good, important work. that matters

[sqider]

As an American, I am devastated. I am the last person to project real world issues into my creative spaces, but goddamn if I’m not absolutely crushed right now. All I can really say is, to my fellow bald eagles, do what you need to in order to protect yourself because if you think “ they wouldn’t do that “ yes they absolutely would.

[sqider]

could never b in a slasher situation th moment u threaten my life ill kiss u on th mouth

[sqider]

my wounds are part of my outfit. you wouldn't get it

[sqider]

[AFTER TAPPING THE MIC] if you have to give that demon a human form to want to fuck him you’re weak. btw

[sqider]

they matched each others freak. 42 injured. 7 dead. 12 missing.

[sqider]

I was referencing a source & it explained that allegedly Drow language is meant to sound almost musical? Which, if true, would make it such a beautiful language.

[sqider]

small headcanon: I like to think A’byssel is a a bit of a weird guy, even by Drow standards. As in, above all else, his white eyelashes & sick tats, that his crowning trait is really that he is a strange little man.

[sqider]

I wanted to see how the eyelashes mod looked & im ngl, I am charmed by the snowy lashes look....

[sqider]

WHICH     IS     THE      GREATER     FEAR   :   LOSING  YOUR LIFE  TO  FUEL  THE  FIRE   OR  LOSING   YOUR WILL  &  BECOMING  IT  ?      

[sqider]

i hate you. i hate everything about you. you're despicable. u dont mind if i draw a portrait of u do u?

Around & around they go , nipping at each other's heels with petty insults as they made very little progress in reconciling their differences. Truthfully , the heart of the problem was that neither of them cared enough to compromise on their conflicting beliefs at all. In fact , they nearly chastised each other for sport. What else was there to do on a calm night ?

❛ Of that , you've reminded me many times. The burden of obsession weighs heavy on you , does it ? ❜ Tit for tat , both vying for the grand standing victory of having the final word in it all & yet , the whiplash of the request that followed managed to pull him out of the competitive mentality from dumbfoundedness alone. ❛ . . . Portrait ? Need it to help you sleep at night ? ❜ His quip comes with his characteristic grin , no more than the smallest & most wicked curl at the ends of his mouth. ❛ That would be embarrassing for your matron to hear , wouldn't it ? Or Lolth , for that matter. Do what you want , it's of no consequence to me whether you have a token to remember me by or not. ❜

@demonwebs

[sqider]

' put as much distance between you and the truth as you want. it changes nothing. '

❛ It changes quite a lot , actually. ❜ There's a half-smile already curving into his lips , who better to overlook the entire point with if not with Devils ? ❛ It puts that much more distance between the truth & I. Entire oceans could sit between us & it'd still have to cross the ocean to be relevant. ❜

His humor could only buffer the statement by so much , his refusal to verbally acknowledge the validity of what was said was as equally damning to his cause as was his instinct to make light of it. Any predator worth his salt could smell the blood in the water , A'byssel was avoiding the subject & using his clever tongue to pull the conversation off of himself & onto other things. It didn't escape him how obvious he might've appeared with it , but isn't it natural for a spider to want to scurry out from underneath a spotlight ? Was he not simply acting in his nature ? Not unlike his devil friend , here. ❛ I haven't known Devils to have a very close relationship with the truth themselves. Quite the opposite , in my experience. - But I imagine you're going to say you're different. You're not like the others , you I can lay all my trust in. Or something along those lines. Am I close ? ❜

@raqhael

[sqider]

Idle Animations . Act 01 , The first night at camp

[sqider]

I don’t do munday too much (its Tuesday i know) so here’s my cat instead:

We bought him a new pumpkin harness <33 Handsome lil man but so damn loud at 5am help 😩

[sqider]

* how does one summon a devil ? ―――  candles ? entrails ?  independent & selective raphael from baldur's gate 3. written by ren

[sqider]

You’ve heard of fake significant other plots, now get ready for fake ‘ newly engaged ‘ plots so they can scam Half the town out of free food & lodgings.

[sqider]

A warm hum fills his throat in turn , the straight line of his stern mouth fighting the urge to curve devilishly. ❛ That throw - ❜ He begins , flippantly gesturing in the direction of his pallid companion with the sharp end of a dagger , ❛ Was begging for death. Instead , it's probably seeing the world from a new & rather unfavorable point of view. ❜.

A double-pointed tooth glints in the firelight as his dark lips peel back , already amused at his own jests. ❛ Goblins will grab the first thing they see to wipe their ass with. Even poison ivy , although that would give a rather nasty after burn. Compared vaguely poisonous leafage , even a rag as ratty as yours would amount to a luxury. ❜ The 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗐 begins to clean beneath his finger nails , feigning disinterest as he picked at the dirt with his dagger despite knowing his wicked sense of amusement had already shown itself. ❛ You flatter me with your obvious & ill-restrained admirations , but you'd best find your belongings before a soiled ditch does. Or don't. ❜. Bright eyes flick towards 𝖠𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗇 , keenly watching the movements of the lines in his face. ❛ Too busy ruffling my skirt , it would seem. ❜

it wasn't as if the piece of filthy cloth rendered him nostalgic, but out here one could only have so many possessions to call their own. if withers had an endless supply of material goods in stock rather than plain old revivification necromancy, then perhaps their camp would experience mild comfort rather than discomfort, and this whole issue would be moot. astarion expects the drow to up the ante, continue to mock and play at his expense. hilarious, to be so up-in-arms over a ratty old blanket, sure― but it was his, and now it was suspiciously gone. except, he doesn't fall in line with his expectations. in fact, his mood seems to instantly sour, much to the vampire's annoyance. he could deal with sarcasm and teasing. in fact, he quite often enjoyed it.

“  mistrust? ” astarion laughs amidst his incredulity, that which swiftly subsides. “  to think, you of all people are so easily ruffled ... ? besides, i wouldn't dream of putting you out like that, darling. not after such a hideous display of inflexibility. ” he mocks in turn, his prior headache miraculously gone what with the distraction of their now-squabble. he could do without the blanket, the bedroll sufficed enough. it was simply the principle of the thing. “  ugh. in truth, it is a pity. it's hard to come by a good blanket out here, you know. and say what you will, but that one had been a faithful, enduring throw. you wouldn't understand. ”