#TA DAAAA

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I don't think Nintendo really thought the math through when they made Paya Impa's granddaughter.

Like. Impa, according to Creating a Champion, is roughly 20 when the Calamity happens. Paya is roughly eighteen in BotW. That means Paya was born 82 years after the Calamity. If her Mom was like 40, that would mean her mom was born 42 years after the Calamity.

Which meant Impa had her when she was 62 years old.

Okay, okay, maybe her mom was a little older? Let's make Paya's mom fifty. That means Impa was fifty-two when she had her. I suppose it's feasible, but let's be real, most mothers have their babies in their 20s to late 30s, occasionally early 40s. To have a pregnancy in your 50s is so uncommon you make a list of oldest mothers. Seriously. I looked it up.

Anyway, Paya definitely should've been a great-grandkid lol.

[nowandforalways]

Finished my Halloween costume! Or should I say, my Hobbit-ween costume (I'll see myself out :P )

(i don't know how to pose in pictures and i will not be judged for that :P )

[myrc3lla]

@dcviline gets a starter for arondir.

Silven   Elves   are   those   she   is   familiar   with.   Something   about   them   had   always   filled   the   princess   with   joyful   delight.   They   had   been   around   her   as   she   grew   up   in   her   father's   court,   and   when   she   could,   she   would   visit Greenwood   and   the   elves   that   lived   there.   She   found   they   were   great   allies   and   more   often   than   not,   her   mother   would   not   accept   anyone   as   her   sworn   shield   if   they   were   not   a   silven   elf   whose   eyes   were   sharper   than   anything   else.   Arondir   seem   to   fit   that   requirement   for   her   those   days,   a   companion   in   her   travel   back   home,   the   long   way   around.   Myrcella   does   not   enjoy   being   a   meek   princess,   her   father   having   been   as   strong as   the   storms   that   haunted   their   lands,   and   an   uncle   who   was   as   famous   as   he   had   been   infamous.

  She   wanted   to   learn   how   to   at   least   defend   herself   and   if   not,   defend   others,   and   while   practice   with   a   knife   had   been   smooth,   archery   is   a   whole   different   business.   The   snap   of   the   string   hurts   her   fingers   and   she   is   not   sure   how   he   makes   it   looks   so   seamless.   "Are   you   sure   elves   have   pain   nerves?   How   do   you   keep   going?"   She   jest,   as   she   looks   down   at   her   hand,   fingers   red   from   the   force   as   she   looks   at   the   target   he   had   postured   for   her.  

Not   a   great   shot,   if   her   intent   was   for   the   orc   to   live,   of   course.   She   had   to   learn   how   to   do   better.   Emerald   eyes   shine   bright   as   she   settles   the   bow   on   the   table   and   look   back   at   the   elf   with   kind   curiosity.   He   never   speaks   much,   but   she   does   feel   his   eyes   on   her   at   times.   It's   delightfully   nerve wracking   but   she   is   not   sure   it's   out   of   fear.   She   does   not   fear   him.   

[kushami-hime]

So a while ago a few anons were talking about a sequel to that villain!D/eku wav you made a while back, and I was kinda curious if you've done anything with that? It's ok if not, but if you have, could we have a sneak peek at some of the script? 👀

atm it's mostly an amalgamation of ideas and random quotes in a Google doc lol (shout out to that one specific person who helped me brainstorm some stuff with the sequel, you know who you are)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XQy_yEQlwMKhZtxzruFQ4mLq2T53O1aRhxsXUdDgYEU/edit?usp=drivesdk

[roxthecreator]

E foi assim que aconteceu!

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Frame redraw idk my ship won’t sail itself and there’s not enough content with them smh my head

[inkdragon42art]

For scale, here's me with the first three pieces :-3

top left is 3'x4', bottom left is 3.5'x3', n the one on the right is 3.5'x3.5'

featuring: The Coke Line (of charcoal dust and eraser crumbs.... it ever grow-eth....)

I keep joking that imma snort the line in victory and triumph when I finish the series.... XD

[300iqprower]

May I inquire about Assassin!Theseus?

:3

[kidovna]

from this fic by @andiwriteordie

[tickle-me-dalek]

~ ♪ Ta-Da! ♪ ~ Ncuti Gatwa as The Fifteenth Doctor

[your-friendly-neighborhood-mj]

why the fuck has disney+ removed the newsies proshot

[bunnidot0rg]

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAA

“Ta-daaaaaa! Is this better? :3” I love him so bad

[palayeroyales]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. PALAYE ROYALE . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

[floofyroro]

Yeah, so, I’m never going to recover from this

[avernusfuries]

One minute, she'd been fleeing from the Blade of Frontiers, the next she'd crawled out of the pod she'd been stuffed in when she'd made her fateful escape from The Blood War. Everything after it was blurred, as though she were watching it all happen through thin scraps of cloth, and little more than moving shadows in front of her nose. There was something different, she had felt. Something squirming and wriggling and terrible enough that it brought a brief notion of panic to her. As any good soldier had, she'd compartmentalised it until there was a time where she could truly sift through her feelings on the matter and figure out her true thoughts on it. Would this be the end of Karlach Cliffgate? Gone, and most definitely forgotten?

Gods, she could hear Mizora gloating to Zariel, gleefully, about how her champion had gone AWOL. But not to worry, she had set her favourite pup on her trail.

Karlach had hurried through the nautiloid on the off-chance that he had followed her. There were only so many places that she could hide before he eventually found her and dragged her ass back, dead or alive. What a fucking mess. As she trotted into one of the main rooms, the pound of fists quickly got her attention. The trot turned into a sprint pretty fucking quickly. Common sense and conscience would rage a vicious war within her. On one hand, she thought as she cast a glance over her shoulder, there wasn't enough time. On the other, would she be able to live with herself if she left her at the mercy of the mindflayers.

I'm not ready to die!

Fuck.

"Alright, alright, just give me a moment."

The tiefling quickly inspected the pod itself. There was a mechanism to her right, but she had no fucking clue what any of those buttons did. What if she pushed the wrong one and forced... Whatever the fuck would've happened to her? Karlach did not want to take that chance. Wouldn't really. "Shit, okay. Shit." She moved to stand in front of it, fingers gripping at the seam where it opened and gave it a good, hard tug. Nothing. She tried again, putting all of her gargantuan weight into into it, and with a yell, the bastard thing came open with a hiss and its occupant spilled out of it. Not without the sharp enough shock that her knees felt like jelly, unsteadily, she straightened, and eyed her. "Ta-da!"

Gore. That's the only word she could use to describe her surroundings. The ship was half metal, half flesh. They were going to crash. This much she knew. She could feel the gravity from underneath their feet slowly pulling them nearer and nearer to the ground. A glimpse out of the corner of her eye catches devils flying parallel to the doomed vessel, preparing to board and launch an attack against the creatures that were the reason for her being there in the first place. Mindflayers. Could it be true? Had that been what she had seen earlier? She remembers feeling hot all over, then being gripped by fear as the monster for that's what it had been held her down despite her screams of protest and dropped the tadpole into her eye. She screamed her lungs hoarse as it clawed and dug and ate it's way beneath her skin, into the depths of her skull. It was all too real, too fantastic, like some great epic plucked from the shelves of her father's library back home in Bladur's Gate.

Someone ran past her pod and she heard herself scream again, like she had before, although this time there was no fear in her voice. Only rage.

" HELP ME ! " the sorcerer raged, banging her fists against the red fleshy-glass cocoon, white hot electricity dancing at the tips of her fingers, tears streaming down her face, "You have to help me! Before I blow us all to smithereens!" she could feel her wild magic start to course through her veins, like a tourniquet, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could no longer bear it any longer, "Please!" this time Morgan begged, allowing some of her hummanity to shine through, her genuine terror, "I'm not ready to die!" // @infernaliscor liked for a starter.