#bogwater

[thisisatransalt]

reblog if u love bogwater

[brighhton]

he was born in a bog guys

[buncade]

Huevember day 7 with my DnD character: Wart Hot Bogwater

[fishoutoflovebeach]

save me iced chai latte.... although i did forget to substitute the whole milk for almond milk :[

[shadebloopnik]

HELP THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME

Alastor and Rosie are my everything

am i late? I heared it was aroace week???

i usually don't draw this kind of stuff but this is canon SO

i bet Rosie is the one who explains all new slang to him

they're besies your honor

[ohjesus]

They seem to have confused Jesus with Yggdrasil, or they think He's part Ursula from the sea. Either way, swamp pagans have some wild rituals.

[sokkastyles]

Katara felt exilhirated, her hands catching the cool night air as it whipped past. Bright flashes of colorful light popped on either side of her, accompanied by the huge crackle-boom of what she had learned were called fireworks.

At first, she'd been hesitant to the idea of explosions during a festival, but over time, she'd become more used to the Fire Nation's idea of fun. She had even found it beautiful. Aang laughed, leading Appa to race through the colored smoke while Sokka and Suki screamed in delight, and Katara screamed, too, holding up her arms and feeling free.

Until she looked over at Zuko, whose face seemed to be turning a shade halfway between ghost-white and bogwater green.

She tried to edge closer to him in the wide saddle, but it was impossible to move with how fast Appa was flying. Zuko's eyes met her gaze, and she asked "are you alright?" Her words were swallowed by the wind, and Zuko hadn't heard her, his eyes far away. There was another reverberating boom as an explosion of color went off on her other side.

"You want to know what fireworks are like for me?" Toph said to Sokka as Appa landed, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. She had not been enjoying the festivities any more than Zuko had.

Katara winced as Sokka closed his eyes at Toph's bidding, then watched her brother yelp as Toph screamed "BOOM!" into his ear.

Sokka wasn't the only one to jump. Zuko was still clinging to the side of Appa's saddle, even after they had stopped.

"Hey," Katara said, holding out her hand to him. "You alright?" she asked again, now that she could hear herself talk.

Zuko stood up without taking the offered hand, and climbed out of the saddle only a little shakily.

"I'm fine," he said, and walked off.

She found him later sitting on the edge of a fountain ringed by lantern light.

"I used to love fireworks when I was a kid," he said as she approached, his gaze on the bright reflections in the water. "Now it's just...I...I can't see as well, when Appa goes so fast, and it's hard to hear anything."

Katara remembered how noisy it had been when they were in the air. She remembered her first Fire Nation festival, back before the war had ended, and how afraid she had been of the fire. Now, fear was part of the thrill. Experiencing something like that in a way that was safe and fun, knowing it couldn't really hurt you. It was the kind of fun that Zuko must have grown up with. He must have always known that the fire couldn't really hurt him. Until it had.

"It took me a long time to be able to bend again, after," he said, looking up at her, finally, and Katara didn't have to ask him what he meant.

"Maybe someday I'll be okay with fireworks again," he said.

"It's okay," she said. "Even if it's never the same as it was."

It would never be the same, of course. Sometimes, a part of her wondered when she had become so desensitized. It had to be the opposite for Zuko, now. She saw the way he looked sometimes, when people made references to his past, the way he cringed when he spoke about it, how angry he grew on behalf of the Earth Kingdom citizens he had once considered beneath him. It was funny how time changed the way you looked at things. She wondered if it changed the way Zuko looked at her, the way it had for her. Sometimes it seemed to her that they were always just missing each other. Maybe they would never be able to see each other face the face, but for that one moment long ago, under Ba Sing Se. There would always be a part of her that remembered the feeling of being seen, of being known and having been known, by an enemy who was no longer an enemy, but something else entirely.

Together, they sat on the edge of the fountain, just the two of them. They stayed beneath the lantern lights, while everyone celebrated around them, and remembered what it felt like, to burn.

[qierxing]

just watched school of good and evil and now…thinking about prince!trey

he’s not the most particularly outstanding guy in the School of Good, not compared to the impressive roster that includes the princes from Sunset Savanna and the Briar Valley. But he is Good–which is enough of a qualifier. There is no doubt about his goodness. He’s well known for doting on his underclassmen and helping any poor old lady or gentleman that fell down. The faculty all praise him for his kind deeds in helping them out. there is, without a doubt, nothing bad about Trey.

Until you come along. dropped into bogwater and soaked to the bone, snapping at the teeth with spite and fury. Trey’s seen many newbie Nevers, but you, you, take the cake. There’s a glint in your eyes that makes others move out of your path, looking away before your gaze scalds them. You don’t take nonsense and you pay back favors tenfold. In fact, when he offers a warm cookie from a batch he just baked, you took one look at him and sneered.

“No one offers anything for free.”

Ouch. It’s the first time Trey has ever been rejected so scathingly. Nevers were already pretty hostile to Evers, but normally Trey’s warm personality was enough to lower their guards. If only out of the belief that it was naivety than anything.

He should’ve moved on.

He should’ve.

maybe you didn’t like chocolate chip cookies. maybe you’re more into cupcakes, or perhaps even pies? Each gift is snubbed by you, but he still persists. each person has their favorites. he just needs to find out yours.

then it escalates to asking whether you’ve eaten or not. then inquiring about your day and how your classes were. you’ve taken to answering him curtly while walking swifty away. but still, he persists. you’re new! it’s not easy to adjust to the whimsical schools. He’s just trying to look out for you, you know?

He doesn’t realize how much his life suddenly revolves around you. Not until his parents ask him in a loving letter if he found that ‘special’ someone. after all, every prince had their princess and he was to be no exception. the first thing to come to mind is your face and he realizes:

oh.

You’re his true love. you must be. Trey can’t see anyone else by his side. No one else had quite made his heart beat as fast–no one, except you.

Even if Nevers and Evers don’t ever cross paths, he’s sure he can pull some strings. It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way now. He’ll work on capturing your heart, little by little. Chipping away at your walls, your guard, and then by the time you realize there is no one but Trey by your side, you’ll know that he will be your one and only prince.

And the two of you will live happily ever after.

[angels0fpride]

Yippie!! Fair warning a lot of what i do is severely stylized and lazze fair bc im not planning on doing art for a job but here ya go!

I dont draw men alot so too me its just women but with no boobage (unless theyre chonky) and a lot blockier lololol- there are some good irl reference pics of male swimsuits tho on pintrest (Heavily recommend it for refs and whatnot)

Anatomy is DogWater (TM) but i gots a lil bit of experience- do you want like a page on how ive learned to break down anatomy to make it easier?

Totally !

[louceph]

another character theme from a game ive been working on

[roomba-with-knives-taped-to-it]

Jason Momoa looks like Hozier if someone dumped preworkout into the bogwater

[buncade]

Im a hot bogwater enthusiast.

[lizardstho]

I want to study at an Argonian university.

I will spell regret as **shunatei** and use **reed huts**. I would watch **Hallucinations** in my **mind** every night while drinking **Hist sap** with my **Egg-brothers**. I’ll have **Raw meat and Bogwater** every day that’s worth 5 **Septims**. I would go to **An-xileel raids** every night. I am also more likely to meet **Wamasu, Talen-Jei, Jaree-ra,** and **The Nisswo.**

I wish I was argonian : (

[painful-vomit]

You're so slow, bogwater moves faster than you.

And your mother's so slow...

She took nine months to tell a joke!

[ser-shitpost-lannister]

Maege Mormont, neck deep in bogwater: this is stupid

Howland Reed, standing on a lily pad: i agree

Maege: WHAT the FUCK how long have you been there

Howland: long enough to be awkward

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Maege: ...you don't get out much, do you?

Howland: last time i left my castle i killed the greatest warrior of my generation

Howland: i don't go out anymore

Howland: how's Ned? And Robert? And Jon Arryn?

Maege: uhh sit down buddy

[blackjackkent]

If you're still taking micro-prompts, 35 please! For any character/pairing that you feel like :)

(Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase)

35. Filthy

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"Ugh. This is absurd, you know," Astarion grouses, lifting his foot and fastidiously placing it down on what seems a safe area at the edge of the wetlands. Immediately his boot sinks a good inch into the muck and he groans. "Humid, full of midges, and filthy. Oh, and there's a trap over there, Karlach--"

"OW! Fuck!"

"I told you." Astarion pulls his foot back out of the mud and examines his boot disconsolately. "I just cleaned these, you know."

"Kainyank. Maintain your focus," Lae'zel snaps at him. "We have greater business here than the state of your--"

"Another trap there, darling," Astarion points out placidly.

"Agh! Kaincha zharn'ek'a!"

"Quite so." Astarion sighs and takes another squelching step out into the bogwater. "But I ask you, what's even the point of trying to maintain appearances if we're rooting like pigs in the muck every moment of the day? This never happens in the Upper City."

Wyll snorts. "The city would be better off if it did. Anyway, Astarion--"

"Trap."

"OW. Hell's fires..."

"I see you found it." Astarion sighs dramatically, stares into the water for a moment, then picks his way carefully to the far side of the stagnant muck. "All I'm saying, in any event, is that I will be far happier when we can be done with all this scurrying about in nature. I swear I'm not built for it."

He turns around, seeing his three companions all watching him from the water - all bloodied from the traps and all looking deeply annoyed. He smiles innocently. "Well, don't just stand there, come along, then." He clicks his tongue, mock-hurt. "And don't look at me like that. It's not my fault none of you can look where you're going."