#She ran

[oocooartistry]

Yes this is my second time drawing a gender ambiguous shape-shifter within the last past month what about it

[aaandbackstabbed]

Goldie comes from a big family like a BIG FAMILY

[beantothemax]

The wind was cold and bitter as Temenos trekked through Stormhail. The other travellers were staying at the inn, per his request. This was a matter he needed to handle on his lonesome. He drew his woolen cape tighter around him as he pressed forward, squinting to see through the snowy haze. There, he saw the twisting spires of the Sacred Guard headquarters, and a crowd gathered at the foot of the steps. Dread twisted his gut, worry tugged at his heart, and he braced himself for something horrible to warrant such a crowd.

He drew his staff from the folds of his cloak, parting the crowd as it glinted in the sunlight. “Pardon me, excuse me, yes, thank you...” He murmured as he slipped past the few people who didn’t move.

The sight that awaited him was the last one he wanted. Crick, hunched over in pain, barely breathing, a sword piercing his stomach. His eyes flicked up to Temenos’s, and his lips moved, rasping out his name. “Te... menos...” He gasped, and Temenos hurriedly fell to his knees, searching Crick’s face, checking his heartbeat. It was faint, but it was there. “Somebody go to the inn and fetch the apothecary! HURRY!” He rarely ever shouted, but he felt that he had to this time to get people to move.

It worked. Someone ran off to the inn, and not 2 minutes later, Cassti was barreling towards them, hand clutching her satchel tightly. She skidded on her knees in front of Crick, beside Temenos. “Temenos, do exactly as I tell you, and nothing more. Understood?” Though her voice was commanding, not harsh, it still send a ripple of surprise and shock that the Inquisitor of the High Church would allow this unassuming apothecary to order him around. Temenos simply nodded. “I understand, Cassti. Tell me what I can do to help.”

Perhaps Cassti heard the desperation in his voice, because her expression and tone softened slightly. “Use your Holy Light to heal the majors of his wounds. I am going to remove the sword, I want you to say the spell immediately after, okay?” Temenos nodded in understanding, and prepared himself. There was a disgusting sound- a mix between the crunching of ice and the wetness of something being removed from a squishy substance- and Temenos pressed his hands to the skin around the wound, closing his eyes so as to not have to look directly at it. He murmured the prayer, and warm yellow light began to glow around the injury, knitting the flesh inside back together. When he felt himself start to sway, he removed his hands, and pressed them against the earth, steadying himself. Cassti looked to the townsfolk. “Someone help me get this man to the inn! I cannot treat him here.” Someone came forward and grabbed Temenos’s arm, which he jerked away. “Not me, you fool! The Knight, the man with the stomach wound!” He cried, and the person fell back, looking embarrassed, before gently helping Cassti pick Crick up. He groaned, a good sign. Temenos tailed them, staff held tightly in his hand.

Cassti and the townsperson set Crick down on Temenos’s bed after Temenos laid down a clean sheet above his covers, and Cassti went to work. Half an hour of grueling work later, Crick was asleep with his stomach full of stitches and healing elixers, and warm under Temenos’s blankets. The cleric cast a grateful look at the apothecary, who just smiled and left.

Temenos was sitting down at the desk, reading his book of scripture, when he heard the telltale signs of someone waking up. He looked up and over at the bed, and saw Crick staring at him, eyes wide. Temenos smiled, and stood up, not bothering to hide how utterly relieved he was. “Crick...” He breathed, and Crick motioned for Temenos to join him in bed. Temenos obliged him, carefully sliding under the sheets to not disturb him. Crick rested his forehead on Temenos’s chest, and Temenos toyed with his hair. “I was so scared, Crick... I was terrified that you wouldn’t make it. I suppose I learned my lesson about underestimating a mighty Godsblade, hm?” Crick just chuckled, nestling his head further into Temenos’s clothes.

Although no further words were spoken that day between the two of them, the message they shared was clear.

I’m glad you’re okay.

au where kaldena forgot to sharpen her sword that day and lived to regret it

not sure why you just wrote an detailed summary of temenos’s chapter 3…. thought you were writing an au this is just what happens in the game/j

AAAAAUGH.. waahhh…. the end.. perfect.

[guiiay]

yeah... yeah

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce died(?) again

Jason: Well, it's my turn.

Dick: What are you talking about?

Jason: Everytime Bruce is gone, one of you starts to act just like him, pushing everyone away, acting as only you can be right, and fighting anyone that gets in your way. Dick did it, Tim did it, even Cass kind of did it. So, this time, I will do it.

Tim: Isn't that how you act all the time?

Jason: Whoa, fuck you. You are so banned from historical drama movie nights.

[laikabu]

[cry-ptidd]

The Iron Lady

[tinpot64]

this shouldve been done like 5 months ago but blehhhh x3

[celestedoesarttm]

WHY have i seen so little Bill!Jon art. I thought we as a TMA community collectively agreed that Jon will do stupid things for information (INCLUDING SHAKING A DANGEROUS BEING’S HAND WHEN HE KNOWS BETTER THAT LITERALLY HAPPENED IN CANON 😭)/silly

But anyways!! I got to thinking that if Bill appeared to S2 Jon and offered him information about Gertrude’s murder Jon would make a deal faster than a used car salesman

[kedreeva]

These little fuckers are round gobies. They are a freshwater goby that's invasive in Michigan, and they're in the nearby lake. They're distinct from the four native species due to their fused pelvic fins (middle pic) and a big black dot at the rear of their front dorsal fin. Though some other gobies have spots on their fins, NO Michigan-native species has a fused pelvic fin. These guys are very aggressive feeders and are very good at outcompeting native gobies.

They're also extremely good at stealing bait off big hooks as people on the docks reel in their lines. In particular, the bastard in the bottom photo stole my bait two days ago, so I caught him and filleted him for Bug.

Today, after acquiring smaller hooks, I went back and got 16 more, and educated several other fishers about their invasive nature. I got two turned over to me by others, and caught 14 more myself.

One man wandered over and asked why I was catching them on purpose. It was too much trouble to explain my feelings about invasive species, so I just told him, one of them stole my bait two days ago. He stopped watching my bobber and boggled at me and goes:

"You're doing this for revenge?"

So now there's some guy in town that thinks I am exacting revenge upon fish kind for a single stolen worm.

[bixels]

Hot to the Touch

(Sunset x Thea)

[words-writ-in-starlight]

listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN

I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.

I hope they make twelve of these motherfuckers.

[i-am-a-fish]

I am

• worried

• depressed

• uncomfortable

• upset

• afraid

• uneasy

it does not feel good.

I'm going to drink some water, take a nap, and deal with these things later

[profiad]

she is 3 apples tall 🍎🍎🍎

[eemiejab]

spring cleaning in september