#Tune in next week

[b00rad]

KRAKEN / 3-4

He’s gonna do it!! HE’S GONNA DO THE THING

[tree-of-growth]

An Update for the Week:

@grapefruide has been executed for heresy and treason.

[jadewing-realms]

one day, i will write an astarion origin novel.

it's in the universe, it is a goal for my future, I call dibs, look out wotc and larian, I'm coming for your boy.

aka my brain wouldn't shut up yesterday and now I have a vague plot concept and an imaginary trailer that won't leave my head.

the trailer opens with a fancy carriage with a personal entourage rumbling down the road. a shot of well-adorned wrists, pale hands turning the pages of a book, voice-over of Astarion describing a city, building up with a sense of intrigue until the footman goes "City ho, my lord!" and one poised hand parts the curtains over the windows to reveal a young Astarion with moon-green eyes peering out. his expression goes from curiosity to his signature smirk before there's a sweeping shot of the city itself, as the monologue culminates in its name.

Baldur's Gate.

we get a montage of shots of exciting things happening across the city, bright lights and bazaars and dances and clubs, then we watch the carriage stop in front of a grand manorhouse, where awaits an elf with longer silver curls and matching green eyes, who addresses Astarion with handsome head high and a familial grin. "Well, if it isn't our newest magistrate. Vianavia, baby brother."

"Solaire."

some glimpses of this guy in regalia, on a judge's seat, High Justice Solaire Ancunin. voiced over with something like "Mother thinks the city will ruin you. I, on the other hand, think you have what it takes to make it yours. Just follow my lead; I'll teach you everything you need to know."

the two brothers traversing the city, from business to leisure, ending at a gala, where solaire catches astarion by the shoulder to subtly murmur to him, naming the most crooked political figures in the room, ending with some big crime boss or something who he describes as someone who thinks himself Untouchable. then solaire gives stari a smirk. "And we're going to ruin him."

escalating montage of legal drama, noble finery, cloak and dagger shenanigans, glimpses of slums, solaire clapping astarion on the back, toasts with the crooked politicians, the two pouring over documents, solaire demonstrating a spell bc wizard, stari escaping out a window with someone in pursuit, a gur settlement in the city… ending with stari delivering a final, condemning statement in court. then a few more rapid-fire clips, including one of a group of gur with weapons drawn, before we cut to black and a dramatic pause.

then the darkness blinks groggily away before we get a shot from the ground, looking up at the city night sky, where an out-of-focus cazador leans over, looking smug. "poor little boy. i told you this city would eat you alive."

End.

[ileftmyheartinnarnia]

WARNING: MASSIVE D20 NEVERAFTER SPOILERS

UMMMM IS IT JUST ME OR DID THAT GASP SOUND A WHOLE LOT LIKE THE ONE HE DID FOR ROSAMUND IN THE FIRST EP??????? I’M ALL IN ON THE TIME LOOP THEORY, GANG

WILL YOU REMEMBER????? YLFA WILL, RIGHT???? BC SHE PASSED THE CHARISMA SAVING THROW??? I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

EDIT: IT’S BEEN HALF AN HOUR AND I HAVE NEW THOUGHTS WHAT IF IT’S LIKE HOW STORIES CHANGE OVER TIME, WITH EACH RETELLING? AND SO EVERY TIME THEY DIE AND COME BACK, THE STORY IS SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT AND IT STARTS CORRUPTING THEM AND

[there-must-be-a-lock]

This week’s episode of “Smut Thing or Working-With-Kids Thing?”

[neverchecking]

Okay so this is coming way later than I anticipated, but it's here! For those who don't know, which is probably most of you lmao, I have become very good friends with @jcs-radiostation. And we came up with the idea of Aaliyah and Zey's (I really hope I'm using that preferred pronoun right?) OC meeting up! This, this collab was born. This is a direct continuation to This!

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The woman was...strange. That was a word she could use. Unique was another, probably a bit more polite, but strange was the one Aaliyah was going to go with. The way she talked reminded her of the snobby nobles from way back when, when they had stuck up their noses at her and laughed at her uncomfortable draw backs. (She used to be disgustingly shy, she recalls. Eyes on her made her skin itch and the thought of having any attention on her had it straight up crawling.) The way she had quickly and effortlessly disbanded the bokoblin was quite the opposite.

The weapons she had were just as weird (That was another word she could use for the woman.). They were loud and shiny, and smoked after being used. They were efficient enough.

At least their hair was similar. On second thought, a grimace twisted her features, the other's seemed much more maintained then her own.

Aaliyah stayed perched on her branch, watching with a great deal of amusement as the other groveled and whined about her shoes-- after she stuck them in the bokoblin guts. Strange was definitely a word she would use for this entire situation.

No matter. Link was waiting for her back at the stable and she had promised him that she would neutralize whatever threat was scaring the stable-hands before retuning to him. He had injured himself in another brainless stunt involving the Zonai tech and needed whatever reprieve she could offer. Even if she gave him a bit of a frosty shoulder while doing so.

Standing on the branch, Aaliyah watched the other woman's ears twitch as she returned her weapon to it's resting point. "I don't have all day to play games," That twinge was back, echoing about in the forest. Aaliyah felt her curiosity peak, fingers brushing just against the hilt of a spare dagger that she didn't care for much. "But if that's what you truly want, then, I'm all yours, love."

...What a strange offer.

The tip of the dagger poked into the pad of the index finger on her opposite hand as she twirled it before flipping it around for a proper throwing grip on it. With a flick of her wrist, it flew.

It wouldn't have actually hit her, Aaliyah had no interest in pursuing a fight, but where others would have scrambled away, the woman did no such thing. A confident hand swiped the blade from it's path, letting it fall in her palm as she turned to where Aaliyah had hidden herself before holding the knife back out.

With a quick flip, Aaliyah easily landed, standing with a neutral expression as she watched the shock fade away into a, dare she say charming, smirk.

"My, my, aren't you something. I don't suppose this little toy belongs to you, my dear." Crimson eyes scanned her form, up and down, as if searching for a weak point.

Aaliyah hummed, placing a singular hand on her hip. Her own eyes scanned her figure, eyes clinging to every leather enforced curve and lace laden limb. A part of her, one that hadn't been shattered or poisoned or broken beyond any and all repair, reared it's ugly head like a serpent, hissing into her ear about the thoughts she refused to acknowledge half the time.

"...If it is?" She spoke, watching the smirk curve just a tad bit more. The woman dared to step closer, holding the weapon out once more. "Then you should take better care of it, my dear."

Aaliyah hummed, reaching slowly to take it back. It was stuffed back into it's holster before the Sheikah was returning to their little stand-off. "Who are you?"

"Myrin Winters." The other woman gave a flourished bow before craning her head up to shoot her a wink. "But you can call me Mae."

Aaliyah hummed once more, one of her ears flickering.

"Most people return the favor."

She hummed for a third time, juggling her options before shaking her head with an airy chuckle. With her own, half-assed, not nearly as perfect bow, she let her eyes sear into the other woman, who had risen to watch her carefully.

"I am the current Sage of Spirits, Aaliyah."

[beaks-steals-frogs]

Red-Eyed Tree Frog

Our frog of the day today is a Red-Eyed Tree Frog. Arguably one of the most recognizable little fellas, based on their vibrant red eyes and feet.

This little guy is native to Central America to North-Western South America and is found in lowland wet areas in tropical forests. Their conservation status is at "least concern", so they live happily and hoppily secure. Despite their bright colours, these frogs are not poisonous.

Red-Eyed Tree Frog

Agalychnis callidryas

Rated 10/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

[circlique]

yeah I'm gonna fight dex.

[badgerflea]

ok done with the succession reblogs. for now

[hawtjazz]

For 2023, I’d like to announce that I will be giving

up.

Thanks!

[there-is-no-romeo]

rat babys canned drink review: mixed berry mojito: its like a melted red slush puppy with cough medicine in it? i couldnt taste it that hard bc there was spicy in my mouth. 7/10

[bakedbananners]

I only have a limited time to make this joke before chapter 15 actually starts

[myrathefarmer]

“There are no exits… but there is cake!” 🎂🍰🧁

[bressynonym]

new handler

🚬🐂

[workinclass]

here's to porsche being fingered ✌️🥂

[cursedvibes]

Me: Is the Culling Game over? What happened to Tengen? What happened to Japan being invaded and Tokyo being in ruins? How will they rebuild their lives?

Gege: A school of New Shadow Style users was secretly controlling jujutsu society all along as a power equal to the big three clans and sucking their students life force. But don't worry, Mei Mei killed them all and Kusakabe is the new head, so everyone can use Simple Domain now :)