#and this may be one of them

[asimplearchivist]

I thought I’d share my Tav for posterity since I’ve been posting here and there about the vampire☺️:

(I love her big ‘ol smirk oh my lawd)

Her name is Étaín (after the Irish goddess) and I created her to be sun-coded since Astarion is, imo, moon-coded (even if his namesake has to do with the stars—I’ll level and agree to their dynamic being day/night-coded if pressed).

She’s an outlander paladin with the oath of devotion specializing with weapon/shield combat and archery—very strong and perceptive, but a bit naïve when it comes to the fathoms of people’s true natures, so while she has applicable knowledge in topics such as survival tactics and arcane matters, she doesn’t necessarily have street smarts. This (combined with her matching 9 stats of Wisdom and Knowledge) result in her being a bit oblivious at times.

This is why she has an interesting dynamic with Astarion.

She detects his sneak attack when they first meet, but given the circumstances she doesn’t find it terribly appalling that he would be wary of strangers and inclined to defend himself. He’s obviously skilled, so she invites him along.

The first time he attempts to flirt with her (which I forgot to record🥲), she doesn’t entirely catch his intentions and fumbles the interaction a bit (and I’m totally blaming that on her being a bit of a himbo and not on the fact that I was panicking and didn’t know what options to choose, but I feel that the more innocent vibe suits her better)—however, she does notice that his compliments sound rehearsed and he doesn’t really mean a word he’s saying. She gently dissuades the interaction both out of ignorance in the matters of seduction (because she’s never had the opportunity nor necessity of employing such tactics having lived out in the wilderness mostly on her own previously) and out of avoiding his duplicitous behavior. Up until that point they had been on neutral, if friendly, terms—she doesn’t quite understand why all of a sudden he’s turning the flirting onto her rather than on the others. In her gut she suspects that it’s not sincere and ignores it out of pragmatism—she’s trying to keep everyone alive (both from the oodles of adversaries they’re facing and each other) so she doesn’t have enough bandwidth to handle the (furiously hot) silver fox elf’s coquettish attention at the moment.

When she finds out that he’s a vampire, she’s not really surprised. He acted a little too dismissive and avoidant when they found the drained boar, and rousing to find him looming over her with those peculiarly pronounced canines bared was more of a shock of surprise than of fear. She’s not angry, necessarily, just didn’t expect to wake up to that sight, and once he admits his secret she relaxes. She’s hesitant, of course, considers the rest of the party’s safety, but she herself doesn’t have a problem with it once she determines he’s still trustworthy. (And she does trust him. She has since she saw him in combat. He’s capricious and insolent and facetious but damnit if he can’t aim an arrow across a battlefield. He’s an ass, sure, but he isn’t cruel. She can tell that from a mile away, even if he plays off to enjoy violence.) So of course she offers to let him feed—he’s already saved her life several times. If all he needs is to be topped off, per se, to keep him going, then what’s the harm?

She…doesn’t expect to like his proximity. It’s been years since she’s been so close to another person out of combat or providing medical aid. Despite the earlier fright, she’s intrigued by him, if nothing else—where she scarcely notices her garments caked in mud and ichor, he keeps himself impeccably clean. He’s fastidious about his appearance and full of himself to a fault (although completely justified, she must admit), and…he smells nice. Really nice. From what poor, unfortunate soul had he confiscated cologne and/or soap on their travels? Through the pain and the effort to keep her hands clenched into the material of her bedroll, clenching her teeth and eyes in kind, she focuses on the notes of amber and cloves clinging to his neck, mere inches from her face. And when she starts to feel woozy, she convinces him to pull away—and the startled, borderline desperate noise he makes as he pulls away causes her heart to pound like thunder under her breast. His dazed grin warms her ears. And his stiff little saunter as he leaves camp to hunt for a full meal proper…it takes longer than it should have for her to calm down enough to go back to sleep, once she’s cast a healing spell upon herself.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[0hpotato]

old atla fanart from 2020 hihi

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[ochiody]

what if penelope was in love in paradise

[threetrenchcoatsinatrenchcoat]

gender ain't the only binary NSBU is playing with

there are five clusters of binary strings in 8-bit units on this screen, and when translated from ascii and put in order, they spell out:

"the hive hacker voice: I'm IN be gay do crime hack the planet"

[sclappin]

Man whose definition of "monster" is extremely flexible.

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[nnobodoodles]

Oh wow, I'm absolutely FLOORED by the response on my Strawhat Screenshot Redraws! Thank you so much, been reading all your lovely tags and smiling SO much!! 💖

Here's Part 2 with requests from Insta plus some. Let me know if there's someone else you'd like to see!

[creekfiend]

I saw this on FB today and I wanna try and express something about it. Like, you know the curbcutter effect? Where when curbcuts are put in it benefits everyone (bicyclists, people with baby strollers etc) and not just disabled people?

There is also whatever the opposite of the curbcutter effect is. And this is that.

This isn't just anti-adhd/autism propaganda... this is anti-child propaganda.

Kids have developmentally appropriate ways that they need to move their bodies and express themselves and sitting perfectly still staring straight ahead is not natural or good for ANY CHILD.

Don't get me wrong, I was punished unduly as a kid for being neurodivergent (and other types of kid will ALSO be punished unduly for it... Black kids come to mind) and thus UNABLE to perform this -- but even the kids who ARE able to perform this type of behavior are not SERVED WELL by it. They don't benefit from it.

This is bad for everyone.

The idea that bc some kids may be capable of complying with unfair expectations, those expectations don't hurt them... is a dangerous idea. Compliance isn't thriving. Expectation of compliance isn't fair treatment.

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[billpottsismygf]

Doctor Who: The Impossible Planet & The Satan Pit / The Legend of Ruby Sunday

[abyssalzones]

uhmm. swap carpet stuff.

[hayden-christensen]

It all started with a farmboy, a scoundrel, a princess, and a dark lord...

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY STAR WARS WEEK 2024 DAY 6: MAY THE 4TH BE WITH YOU

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still deep in the episode 7 brainrot. because OH BOY AM I

(also one more extremely, obnoxiously self-referential thing, I'm -- I'm so sorry)

[hinamie]

shhhh

[gunthermunch]

CAS gals im currently obsessed with