#Nick I hope you like this

[hunnam]

[rad-roche]

do you have any tips for drawing nick. you capture him soooooo well

aw, thank you very much! sure, though this is more general likeness advice. the best tip i ever received is pick three things. could be any part of the face, and it applies to anybody, and it doesn't have to be big. the slope of a forehead, the way the nose turns up or down, the angle of the jaw, whatever you find the most fun to do. if you pick, and lock those down, you can get away with a lot of pushing and pulling with the rest of the features and still have it be 'them'. yours may end up being different, but here's mine!

[derpydoteddrake]

Let's analyse the hexcore!

Its potential functions and powers, how it affect Viktor,

AND WHY IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE VOID

The hex cores abilities are a bit unclear, but I believe there's a clear progression of its corruption and a hint to how Viktor will use it. AND I SWEAR IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE VOID, shimmer didn't infect it. (This does not contain info from the le*ks in any form.)

Firstly the core does not influence Viktor, it is rather a vehicle for his obsession, his strange relationship to it began even before it consumed blood or even before it was built, he started seeing and hearing things after the council meeting. (I will talk about more why that happened and why at the moment in an analysis i make on him later.)

The weird purple flesh-like imagery begane before it even consumed shimmer, because it's not connected to the void, but it's what arcane magic looks like when it is contaminated with flesh. We can see this when the inside of his leg is shown.

Yes it already effected him in some way after the core absorbed his blood, as Heimer noticed he did become more energized, but most likely cuz its started attuning to him, jayce journal mentioned how crystals attuning to people but it isn't explained in detail.

Yes, the core started working more reliably on flesh after it got into contact with shimmer, but since the second time viktor tried to use it, it was not present. I believe what changed the core further was the consumption of more organic matter, not shimmer.

This is why it changed form the second time. The shimmer was only important as far as making viktors body malleable enough to get it working the first time. But that begs the question why it got more reactive and easier for it to change people?

I believe the answer to that is because, well it absorbed more of it, but secondly the writing on it got muddled, it is no longer programmable or bound by them like Viktor originally wanted it but works on its own accord. it is less controllable.

This is further supported by the fact that where it corrupts can not be bound by runes anymore, that's why his hand got changed not his chest, now it corrupts by contact and it became unstable enough that it does it with anything that contactach with it.

The only time the core actively does something to viktor is when he threatens it, and even now it only does it to his body. It began to have a mind of its own now, but beforehand it didn't show any signs of deliberately influencing him.

After skys death there's an odd shot of his leg, crackling with energie, I think that was foreshadowing of how he started to become attuned to the core enough to be able to channel some of his abilities and energie.

So I believe this is why Viktor was touching people in the trailer. Now it changes by contanc reather by being abel to restrict where it influences the body with runes. And now he is able to channel the cores power.

From this we can suspect that he will use the rod from his design to control the arcane energie already inside him, or to control the cores energie directly, because in itself it is uncontrollable.

And that's how he is going do lightning and possibly some magic.

[flwrcrxwnlyon]

"there's something wrong, why they're giving me puzzles???"

[rythyme]

really not a fan of boston very explicitly saying "I want to be exclusive romantically but not sexually" only to be told "You're lying to yourself. I think you should be alone."

[whenyoulosesmallmind]

Nicklas Bäckström & the Washington Capitals (+ nickeovi) ― Immortality, Clare Harner | insp.

credits: x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x. x.

[mc-tummy-blur]

And I’ll get you yet

I’ve got to make you mine

Just know I’m not the sinister type

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[ovrour]

YOU DONT LOVE ME ANYMORE’ ─── Chris O. Sturniolo

#FEATURING… Chris sturniolo.

#SUMMARY… Chris’ Ex y/n writes “We find love”. A heartfelt song about him. Through bittersweet lyrics, she reflects on their love, heartbreak, and her journey to healing.

#CATEGORY . . . angst/fluff

#WC . . . 1.2k

#SONG OF CHOICE. . . we find love by daniel caesar

#A/N… hi sweet babies, i know its been awhile since i’ve wrote anything, so i wanted to do a little something for you. i love you all so so so much. i hope u have a happy holiday. oh! and happy early christmas🩵 .

The café smelled like fresh coffee and warm cinnamon rolls. I sat in my usual spot, the corner booth by the window, staring at the blank page in my journal. Outside, the city bustled with life—cars honking, people laughing, the distant wail of an ambulance. But in here, it was quieter, the hum of conversation blending with the soft acoustic playlist that looped through the speakers.

It should’ve been the perfect place to write, but my mind was a tangled mess.

Chris.

Even now, months after our breakup, his name hovered in my thoughts like a ghost that refused to leave. I couldn’t escape him, not in my dreams, not in the songs I tried to write, not even in this café where we used to sit together, his hand warm against mine as he teased me for adding too much sugar to my coffee.

I sighed and tapped my pen against the table, my journal mocking me with its emptiness. The one line I’d managed to write stared back at me like an accusation:

"You don't love me anymore

Let's see how you like this song”

“Y/N,” Mae’s familiar voice broke through my thoughts. She placed a latte in front of me, the foam swirled into a perfect heart. “You’re brooding again.”

I glanced up at her, forcing a smile. “Not brooding. Just... thinking.”

Mae raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the booth. “Thinking about him?”

I didn’t need to answer; the look on my face was enough. Mae had been there through it all—the late-night calls when I couldn’t stop crying, the mornings when I stumbled in here trying to act like I hadn’t spent the night staring at my phone, hoping for a text from him.

“It’s been months,” she said gently. “You’re allowed to move on, you know.”

“I’m trying,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“See you walking out that door

Wonder why it took you so long”

Mae sighed, sliding into the seat across from me. “Y/N, sometimes moving on isn’t about forgetting someone. It’s about accepting that they’re not meant to stay.”

Her words hung in the air between us, heavy but true. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Mae reached over and gave my hand a quick squeeze before heading back to the counter, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I picked up my pen again, staring at the blank page. A melody began to form in my head, soft and slow, and I hummed it under my breath.

“Ever since the day that I met you

I knew you were the girl(boy) of my dreams

But we could never be”

The words came hesitantly at first, but the more I wrote, the more they flowed. The song wasn’t just about Chris anymore. It was about all the times I’d tried to hold onto something that wasn’t meant to last.

It was raining the night Chris left.

I could still hear the sound of the rain hitting the windows of my apartment, the faint rumble of thunder in the distance. Chris stood in the doorway, his jacket dripping water onto the floor.

“You don't love me anymore

Let's see how you like this song”

“I just think we’ve grown apart,” he said, his voice calm but firm, like he’d rehearsed the line a hundred times.

I crossed my arms over my chest, my heart pounding. “Grown apart? That’s what you’re going with?”

He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Y/N, don’t do this. You know things haven’t been the same.”

“We find love, we get up

Then we fall down, we give up”

“No, I don’t know,” I shot back. “Because we don’t talk anymore, Chris. You just... shut me out.”

He flinched, his jaw tightening. “I didn’t mean to—”

“We find love, we get up

Then we fall down, we give up”

“But you did,” I interrupted. “And now you’re standing here, telling me you’re done, like it’s that simple.”

“It’s not simple,” he said, his voice rising for the first time. “Do you think this is easy for me? I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, but I can’t keep pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

I stared at him, my chest tightening. “So that’s it? You’re just giving up?”

“You don't love me anymore

Let's see how you like this song

You need someone you adore

Find a place where you might belong”

Chris looked at me, his eyes soft but resolute. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “But I can’t be the person you need me to be anymore.”

“Ever since the day that I met you

My world's been spinning out of control

I just need you to hold”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I opened my mouth to argue, to plead, but no sound came out.

“I’ll always care about you,” he said, stepping closer. “But—”

“Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice breaking. “Don’t say it unless you mean it.”

He hesitated, then nodded. Without another word, he turned and walked out into the rain, leaving me standing in the doorway, my heart in pieces.

Two weeks later, I found myself standing on a small stage at an open mic night. My guitar felt heavy in my hands, and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

“This is a new song,” I said into the microphone, my voice shaking. “It’s about love... and loss... and everything in between.”

The room went silent as I strummed the first chord, the melody familiar and comforting.

"We knew it'd come around

This thing called love comes crashing down, ah”

The words poured out of me, raw and unfiltered.

"Pieces all on the ground

What once was lost cannot be found, ah

We knew it'd come around we find love.” (x3)

As I sang, I closed my eyes, letting myself feel everything—the pain, the anger, the sadness. The song wasn’t just about Chris anymore. It was about me, about finding the strength to let go and move on.

“Heaven help us, heaven help us, yeah

We're on our own”

When the last note faded, the applause was immediate and loud. I opened my eyes, blinking back tears as I smiled.

Mae was waiting for me when I stepped off the stage, her grin wide and proud. “You did it,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice shaky.

I was about to sit down when a voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Y/N.”

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Slowly, I turned, and there he was—Chris, standing near the back of the room.

“We find love, we get up

Then we fall down, we give up” (x3)

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

“I heard your song,” he said, stepping closer. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something vulnerable in them. “It was... beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I said flatly, crossing my arms.

He hesitated, then said softly, “I didn’t realize how much I hurt you. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

I stared at him, waiting for the familiar ache to take over. But it didn’t. Instead, I felt... lighter, like singing the song had lifted the weight I’d been carrying for months.

“I appreciate that,” I said finally. “But I don’t think I needed to hear it. Not anymore.”

Chris nodded, his expression unreadable. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

“I will,” I said.

And this time, when he walked away, I didn’t feel the urge to cry.

Mae handed me a fresh latte as I sat back down. “Well?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

I opened my journal, writing one last line beneath the song lyrics.

"It’s not about him anymore. It’s about me."

I closed the journal, a smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe again.

© ovrour

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[lem0nicle]

the hunt for eddie winter

i kinda messed it up with the orange, but overall i think i did okay!! :D

[archersartcorner]

Back in Far Harbor gang… I get they probably didn’t want to extend a cutscene where the player had no control out too long, but I do wish in the Acadia meeting that you can eavesdrop on they brought up Nick 😭 but they do Not so here’s me making up scenarios. The Usual. 😏

[moodmoodthecrabking]

rainbow adorable romantic narlie moodboard requested by anon

[bebemoon]

look for the name: LINDSAY

@somberlily

antique cotton and silk corset cover, c. late 19th cent.

jean paul gaultier paris wide-leg light denim trousers

ofrenda "lola" embroidered silk hair scarf in ivory

nina ricci "l'air du temps" eau de toilette {vintage}

karen kell handmade tooled leather butterfly detailing clog wedges

[smile-files]

the alliance........ from left to right: baseball, suitcase, nickel, and balloon!

(i was trying to find a way to represent balloon's name and i came upon a lucky medium: given how he was a jerk in ii1 and nickel continued to see him as such, i imagine he'd just call him "bully" from then on, even after they became friends -- and it sounds like the word "balloon", no?)

[fabxpunk]

[sargeantsarmy]

Gift for @noyoucantpinmedown !!!! Thought I’d give you some hurt/comfort furblyg :)

(W/o rain under the cut)

(Also @ing @kitkat-tat just bc they’re the mastermind behind the gift exchange lol)

[caelusproject]

Whoosh, lazy Semper Fi edit upon ye!