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[jeonseoguu]

same type of stand, same type of soul..?

also tumblr formatting is wack PLS DONT WATCH THIS HORIZONTALLY

[hellonearthtoday]

can you tell this is meant to be genderbent curly and ponyboy Dont answer that guys they're just really masc

[nell0-0]

a zelda that's half sheikah, i think that would look cool

I didn't have any designs like this so I tried to wing it. Kinda used the typical dress for the second pic just as a what if tbh but I kinda liked the first one. Would have to develop the second one a bit more, but oop- maybe another time

Would have been fun to place a Zelda like this in the first Calamity when the whole Yiga clan started, the ones to build the guardians from botw. Another layer of complexity added since it was rumored that the Sheikah were distrusted by the royal family, so to have a half sheikah princess... I just love political drama, just picture having two princesses (or one princess and a prince) with different mothers (or fathers) and shit started by the other to get the throne under the influence of the Calamity, lowkey sending this Zelda into exile-

-and I'mma stop there before I create a Zelda au with my own characters and plot and stuff

[toothpaste-machine]

I remade my favorite poster from Outer Wilds so I can print it and put it on my wall 🕺

Original in game poster:

(The font I used is ITC Serif Gothic)

[lanafofana]

lana, may i humbly request a teeny bit of rookanis please? with or without spite, up to you

Anything for you Doe! ‘In the hands of a master the simplest of weapons was transformed into an artist’s tool. When he moved, the blade acted as an extension of his very will. Light flickered off the edge like a dance echoed in the perfect choreography of an a—

“Rook.”

The quill made a wet inky smear across the page as it slipped from between Bellara’s startled fingers. Below her perch, the thunk of blade against cutting board seemed a tad more menacing when one realized Spite was on the other end of it.

“Spite. Hello.” Rook’s voice was warm and friendly as always. Privately Bellara marveled that her protagonist boss was so unflappable in the weirdest of situations. “Does Lucanis know that you’re…um. What are you doing?”

“Preparing. Food. Feed the.” Spite growled, low and guttural, as if slipping out of the range of his vocabulary and displeased by it.

“Are you making dinner for everyone?” Rook supplied, her voice slowly approaching as she drew closer to see what Spite had wrought of their provisions.

“Yes,” confirmed Spite.

“I see. That’s, well,” faltered Rook. “I think that’s potentially very nice. Well done trying to help Lucanis with meals. I do have one question though, just a thought. Feel free to not answer.”

“Ask. Question!”

“Do you have any idea what to feed, um, people?”

Spite was silent for a long moment. The sounds of a knife slicing through something and hitting the cutting board started up again, slowly at first and then gaining more speed. And then, finally, Spite said: “Cut into pieces, collect into pot, fire!”

“I see you’ve been paying attention to Lucanis’ cooking,” Rook’s voice noted, amused. “Perhaps I can answer any questions you might have on what types of things you should be cutting into pieces.”

“Types,” grunted Spite.

“Types of food,” said Rook. “Cheese. Bread. Fresh things, you know like, uh, fruits and vegetables. Fish, venison, pork…that mystery jerkey Solas left behind in the back.”

“Mystery…” Spite’s knife paused on the cutting board. “This? Not. Food?”

“No,” said Rook, sounding relieved their impromptu lesson on digestible ingredients had taken root. “No. That’s not food.”

“Start. Over?” Spite demanded, sounding torn between anger and, just detectable in the lilt of his pout, frustration.

“That’s alright. You learned a new thing anyway,” said Rook. “Tell you what, I’ll take care of dinner tonight and next time I’ll teach you something easy you can make everyone. All by yourself if you really want.”

Spite growled.

“Or we can make it a group effort. See if Manfred wants to learn a new recipe besides tea and those little sandwiches.”

“Curiosity doesn’t? Know recipe?”

“I haven’t taught them anything in the kitchen so I don’t really know. Probably not.”

“Rook teach Spite,” declared Spite suddenly. “Not Curiosity!”

“How will Curiosity, I mean Manfred, learn something new then?”

Spite nearly shouted in his excitement. “Spite! Teach! Curiosity!” Spite laughed, a hoarse dry cackle that raised the hairs on the back of Bellara’s neck.

“If you like,” said Rook gamely. “For now, if you grab me some onions from the back I can show you a couple other ways to cut up vegetables.”

The sound of the knife clattering to the table was followed by the retreat of footsteps as Spite retrieved the onions. Bellara leaned out of her hiding spot and could just barely see Rook’s profile as she cleared whatever Spite had been diligently dicing into the garbage bin.

“Rook?” Lucanis, having just emerged from the pantry, blinked sleepily as he looked from the onions in his hands to Rook, confusion bleeding into dismay.

“Spite thought you could use a break from cooking,” Rook said, taking the onions from him and returning to the kitchen. “Might have a point too, you look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

“Lucanis.”

The assassin set his jaw. “I’m fine.”

Rook’s grip on the onions tightened before her shoulders drooped and she sighed. “None of us are fine, Lucanis.” The sound of a knife slicing through onion started up and the crinkle of paper onion skin being discarded followed. “It’s alright to depend on us as much as we depend on you.”

“Are you giving me one of your famous pep talks?”

“Only if it’s working.”

“Hmm,” Lucanis joined Rook in the kitchen. His arms folded while he watched her knife work. “You should take your own advice some time.”

Rook looked at him from the corner of her eye. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t always have to be the one to pick up the slack. Let someone else cook, you’ve been going at full speed ever since—”

“I’m fine.”

“Ah,” said the assassin with a smile Bellara didn’t have to see to know was gracing the curve of his lips. “Of course.”

Rook’s hands stilled and she shot Lucanis an annoyed look. “Point taken, Dellamorte.” She hesitated, head dipping down, and then sighed as if very gently releasing a hidden pressure valve in her chest. “Sometimes I think if I stand in one place too long, my secret will be out.”

Lucanis tilted his head to one side, “And what secret is that?”

A hollow, self deprecating laugh shook loose in the silence. “What an utter fraud I am.”

“Nobody who has seen you do the things you have could think you’re a fraud.”

Rooks hair moved as she shook her head. “I wasn’t meant for this. Leadership? Me? I don’t know what I’m doing and any minute it feels like someone’s going to call my bluff.”

“Nobody questions your leadership,” said Lucanis, still staring at Rook’s face as if waiting for it to crack open and reveal the secrets hidden within.

“Maybe they should,” she retorted.

“Rook.”

“Lucanis,” she parroted.

“Are all Lords of Fortune as insufferable as you are?”

“No,” Rook laughed. “I’m one of a kind.”

“I was already aware of that.” Bellara felt her heart swell to burst and clamped her mouth shut on a squeal before it could escape.

Rook sucked in a breath and finally tilted her head to meet the assassin’s eyes. “Now who’s giving the pep talk?”

“I told you, did I not?” Lucanis closed the distance between them and nuzzled his face into her hair, hands on her hips. “When you doubted yourself, I would be here to remind you how magnificent you are.”

“Magnificent is a bit much, don’t you think?”

Lucanis was adamant. “Magnificent,” he murmured into her hair. “Magnificent,” he said against the warm freckled skin of her neck. With a deft touch he removed the knife from her hand and placed it with the onions. Tugging on her hands Lucanis drew her away from the kitchen and into a soft embrace. “Magnificent,” he promised.

“Sap,” Rook scoffed through a smile. “What are we going to do about dinner?”

Lucanis grinned. “Bellara volunteered.”

From her perch Bellara’s heart stuttered.

“She did?” Rook asked as Lucanis led her away towards the main door.

“She did,” confirmed Lucanis.

From her corner Bellara peered around the edge of her hiding spot and locked eyes with the crow. He winked before ushering Rook out of the building.

[later, in another part of the lighthouse] Emmrich: where the devil are my gloves Manfred: *innocent hiss*

[franklyfeline]

ok well you guys wanted it. my slashfur au. basically ashfur kills people in the 90s with hawkfrost

i mean obvioisly theres like way more to the story/lore than just that but i think itd be funny if i said nothing and left you guys in tje dark. also one major thing is theyre all around the same age theyre seniors/juniors in highschool. also basically like no ones related

[tomthefanboy]

GOLDEN BAT!

The Legend Himself!

The Golden Bat tin wind-up toy from Billiken.

I'd give your right arm - which I'd gladly sacrifice, by the way - to get one of these.

[atayart]

the watcher

[sparrow-scribbs]

and again tumblr fucked the quality..... but heres my finished gtws secert life thing!!! not the best work i've done, but needed to draw him so yeah (alt version below cut)

played around with some effects..... think he turned out pretty cool

[degrees-of-fuck]

these are kinda Wonkysilly bc moving to a new laptop makes drawing and having it come out the way i want to awkward for now and i'm nooooot wholly Happy with them but throws clara and doren doodles down and walks off. we'll get back into the swing of things soon prommy

i have manythoughts scattered about somewhere, but mostly it boils down to Clara Wants Doren To Be Her Dad But She's Never Had One Of Those Before So She Gets A Little Confused. Doren is guilty of terrible terrible favouritism like so many english teachers before him and despite never FULLY crossing the line consistently manages to be Kind Of Weird And Intense A Lot. I'll have to go into more detail another time but it's just. W e i r d. Very much leaning into the vibe of You Can't Fuck Doren But You SURE CAN Go To Their Flat Every Day and Shower There.

[skizz-that-man]

etho saying pearl is tango’s favorite in this stream at 1:33:22 (https://youtu.be/cThNQiRXPVA?si=AJ1PSd6LWLk-2IkW) is so cute lol, this bit has everything

jealous etho + pearltek my beloveds 💕

Etho sure knows who Tango likes, doesn't he. And Pearl gets so defensive...

[manthemoth]

He’ll get him into something a bit nicer someday but baby steps first takes James awhile to get out of his comfort zone but he’s making progress!

Harry taking James shopping for clothes suggested by @loudmound !! I got a actual sketchbook that’s a lot bigger so this worked out LMAO first thing I’ve drawn in it

Bonus dumb lil doodles

[jackelated]

Recent kandi :)

[intersexnateriver]

every time i realise that i can draw whatever i want forever, my life changes completely

[ozmodai]

yote & goat

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