#a sweet far thing

[noveaucolors]

i’ve recently been rereading through my favorite books growing up, the Gemma Doyle Trilogy

since middle school, it’s been like a kind of dream to draw Gemma and do her justice

this series really got me back into reading as a kid, so thank you @libbabraysactualblog ❤️

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[munsons-mutiny]

I keep seeing everyone talking about Jayce being the only person capable of saving Viktor. How in every universe Viktor chooses him.

But I don’t see anyone talking about how that means in every universe Jayce breaks his promise to destroy the hex core. In every universe Jayce can’t let him die, can’t let him go, chooses him over his morals, his integrity, his common sense.

These boys are gonna be the death of me.

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[blighted-lights]

ravage is #1 personal space stealer and heater, 10/10 would recommend having him as an amica. usually he'd be sleeping curled around soundwave's head but the other cassettes are out harassing starscream on patrol, so soundwave's chest is free real estate

anyways send me asks with ur soundwave and ravage hcs and mayhaps i'll draw them soon

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[dekariosclan]

Gale Dekarios: The absolute sweetest and most absurd friend you could ask for

So, let me start by saying I don’t know anything about DND at all.

I’m not familiar with the world or aware of well-known locations, deities, items etc, etc. Most if not all of the references in BG3 go right over my head—so I tend to look a lot of things up just so I have some frame of reference.

You may remember this conversation from the Epilogue with ‘Friend Gale’. If you turn down his initial offer for you to come be a guest lecturer, he’ll gently insist that you still come visit him, and offer you this to entice you:

It’s super sweet, right?! How could anyone resist an offer of a good dinner and some wine with a friend?

It just recently occurred to me that ‘Elverquisst’ sounded pretty fancy, it must be a DND thing too? At the very least I was sure it’d have some short description or reference, though I half expected it to just be a local Waterdhavian wine.

…

…here’s the description from the Forgotten Realms Wiki page for Elverquisst:

Elverquisst was ruby colored, "distilled from sunshine and rare summer fruits." It was smooth but flecked with gold. It was generally stored in bottles made of transparent crystal, capable of absorbing light. Upon speaking a specific phrase in Elvish, the light gathered into thirteen distinct points that resembled the constellation Correlian.[1]

Elverquisst was highly prized by elves, especially in autumn. A ritual was involved in drinking Elverquisst. The ritual involved a chant, pouring the liquid into a goblet, swirling it around, sharing it with others, and offering a ritual bow of the head in thanks.[1]

Well! That all sounds extremely wonderful and fancy, I wonder how much a bottle of that would co—

 The liquid itself could rack up as much as 9,000 gp with additional 2,000 gp for the bottle, totaling at 11,000 gp.[3]

EXCUSE ME WHAT

UM…

…here’s the most expensive drink I could find in BG3, a Carafe of Wine:

And the most expensive item I could find in the whole damn game, the Legendary Helldusk Armor:

…GALE.

GALE, HONEY.

TLDR: Your good friend Gale just invited you to join him for an evening of invigorating conversation, delicious food, and the wine equivalent of a McLaren F1.

[jakeperalta]

feel free to add where you're from in the tags :)

[somegrumpynerd]

heard you were down soooo

I think you deserve (illustrated) Horror cuddles

AGHDGUOGJVKHDCJVGHVJH,CVGHJ

CUDDLES???? CUDDLES!!!!!! ;A;

I'm sleeping on him like a bed ;-; agkdvbkjbvkjv Pidge I'm gonna fall into the ocean and land on the titanic ths is so CUTE AKBGKJDBVKHVSK LOOKAT THE TINY LITTLE PILLOW I'M GONNA TURN INTO A BIRD AND FLY INTO THE SUN LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

ough... OUGH... I will never be the same, I have double health now thank you ;-;

[crystalpallette]

frye inspires this sort of manic "i can do whatever i want" kinda will in people and god. I sure did do whatever I wanted here

[to-the-batcomputer]

considering the idea of dick subconsciously thinking "when WE were kids" about him and bruce

[ktkat99]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you've got a banana bread recipe you like, you don't need to put bananas in it.

So long as you keep the amount and consistency the same as two slightly over-ripened bananas, you can swap out the bananas with pretty much any fruit.

Like peaches.

[helielune]

and stalling only goes so far when you've got a head start

[aprilblossomgirl]

You know, you’ve been with me since the day I had no one until now, when I see my Everest. I’m not climbing it alone. You’re climbing it with me.

Only Boo! (2024) Episode 9

[gomzdrawfr]

[quanblovk]

Looks like the matchups for round TWO have been annouced! And the polls are currently running right now!!!

So when these three show up, make sure to VOTE!!!

(Guinevere by @galapathy, Varin by @golemsfire )