#but I also wouldn’t be proud of it

[mogai-sunflowers]

resisting the urge to send stuff like “boooo scary bi lesbian here to put my dirty hands all over ur stuff boooo are you scared scaredy cat” to every new mspecles exclus I see popping up. i won’t do it. but y’all have no idea how bad I want to. ik it would be a dick move I want to let my NPD win for once but I’m stuck inside a mind that’s actually a good person so I can’t 🤪

[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[mikeru6]

a conversation with simon’s ghost before ralph leaves the island

(ralph has survivors guilt)

[atlasthecactus]

robin doing usopp’s hair :D (this is part of their routine, trust)

[slcmml]

schlatt & reader. fluff.

“this is stupid,” schlatt grumbled, staring down at the plate between you both.

you let out a shaky laugh, your fingers fidgeting against your sleeve. “yeah.”

the two of you sat at the dining table, a single dish in front of you—something neither of you had ever tried before. trying new food was hard, but it was supposed to be easier with someone else, right?

except now you were both just staring at it, neither of you making a move.

schlatt sighed, leaning back in his chair. “look, we can just forget it. we don’t have to try new shit.”

you chewed the inside of your cheek. “i know.”

he looked at you for a second, scanning your face. you could tell he meant it—he never pressured you. never told you to just eat it or made you feel bad about how anxious you got. he got it. maybe not to the same extent, but he understood.

still, you hated how this made you feel. the tightness in your chest, the nausea curling in your stomach before you’d even taken a bite. it was just food. it shouldn’t be this hard.

you swallowed. “i… i think i wanna try it.”

his brows lifted slightly, but he nodded. “okay.”

you hesitated before cutting a tiny piece, your hands trembling. it felt like your body was rejecting it before it even touched your tongue. your breathing was unsteady, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

you felt schlatt’s hand rest over yours—warm, solid. “hey. you good?”

you nodded quickly. “yeah. yeah, just… gimme a second.”

he didn’t rush you. just gave your hand a small squeeze, his own fork still untouched beside him.

you took a breath, closed your eyes, and finally, finally took a bite.

…nope.

your whole body tensed as the taste hit you, and you barely swallowed before pushing the plate away, shaking your head. nausea swelled in your stomach, and you covered your mouth, trying not to gag.

schlatt grabbed a napkin, setting it in front of you in case you needed it. “bad?”

you nodded frantically, squeezing your eyes shut. “i—i can’t.”

“alright.” he didn’t sound annoyed, didn’t make any snide comments. he just took the plate and pulled it away from you, like it wasn’t a big deal. “forget it. we’ll get something else.”

you exhaled shakily, leaning against him as the nausea slowly faded. “sorry.”

he scoffed, wrapping an arm around you. “shut the fuck up.”

you let out a weak chuckle, and after a second, he reached for his fork.

“guess i’ll give it a shot,” he muttered, taking a bite—and immediately grimacing.

you watched as he chewed slowly, looking downright miserable.

“well?” you asked, voice still small.

he swallowed hard and made a face. “fucking disgusting.”

you blinked—then let out a laugh, leaning into him as the weight on your chest finally lifted.

he pressed a kiss to your temple, grumbling against your skin. “we’re getting burgers. shit was gross.”

© slcmml

[mc-tummy-blur]

This is what being down bad does to a man I do another Hans Gruber drawing but meticulously paint the scene redraw

Click for better quality

Check my pinned post to see how you can help the people of Palestine

[rozecrest]

we should all live forever

[a-stars-art-blog]

“I have done nothing.”

But the blood is on your hands.

——•

I think Stronghart being an intense and intimidating villain but be designed after a unicorn is really cool and I want to play around more with the concept of a graceful and beautiful unicorn in blood

[caterpillarinacave]

I’m just gonna leave this here.

[gaslightgirlsummer]

okay i need you guys to walk with me for a moment because i was just overwhelmed with a vision and have nowhere else to put it:

hellfire of the hunchback of notre dame fame, but it’s tedesco singing about benitez

[slasherflicks999]

slasher yippee!!

when i was like 13/14 i had a phase where i EXCLUSIVELY used a fun little lineless style and i missed it so i did it again but better

feels like it took FOREVERRR but it’s lots of fun :3

mostly just drew this bc i needed a new pfp LMAOOO but also more slasher art why not!

i also really really REALLY wish procreate had a pixelation/mosaic filter and 1bit layers like medibang does……. i love desktop medibang so much but MOBILE MEDIBANG?? ummm we don’t talk about her….

[riverkingmarley]

I often compare how worm handles it’s finale to those posts I see everyone once in a while criticizing media like Harry Potter in which they talk about how HP deals with systemic issues but those plots are never resolved.

I’m not much of a writer (shout out to that gun-control debate I started with my Nemesis omake) but since reading worm I’ve been trying to pay attention more to how character and plot arcs are resolved. And I think it’s interesting how little is actually needed to resolve worms systemic issues. They basically mention one progressive policy that’s been implemented then hand-wave the rest.

In Rachel’s epilogue, she finds out that everyone’s been given a clean slate so she is no longer a criminal. And that’s it.

This is able to resolve the systemic-related themes by implying that serious changes are being made without having to actually show them. Instead of having to lay out how he’d rebuild society, all WB does is mention that the villains aren’t villains anymore and leave the rest up to the viewers interpretation.

This also is a great finally to Rachel’s story as Rachel is specifically a character we’ve seen be criminalized unfairly from a young age. With her crimes expunged, we get a satisfying look at her new life of freedom.

I’m interested in how writers can rely on the viewers understanding of tropes and themes to imply satisfying finales without having to actually write them.

[minlicious]

i hope no one asks me what my source is when i info dump greek mythology stuff irl because i got like 90% of my information on historical stuff from tumblr and have a really strong opinion when it comes to certain characters and their actions

[marquisecubey]

I have a new dnd character and I’ve been drawing her so much for the past week uuuuuuhhhhhh anyway here’s sister Frenelle I named her after a type of light fixture

(Congratulations! You have clicked on the Read More and you have unlocked her long ass backstory. Enjoy this thing I sent to my dm, which I can only assume that she must have liked because she gave me a free legendary magic item lmfao. Don’t worry if you’re not up to snuff on Eberron specific lore, I catch you up on the important bits.)

The secret child of an elven nobleman and a human scholar, Frenelle Albright was born in the isolated island nation of Aerenal.

Aerenal was not a kind place to anyone who was not a full-blooded elf, and with very few flesh and blood friends to talk to, her mother's wide collection of books became her dearest companions. From an early age, the doctor saw great intelligence and curiosity in her daughter; the tomes she pulled from her mother’s shelves were leagues above her expected reading level, and by the age of eight, she could even hold entire conversations about complex historical topics.

Humans cannot wander freely across Aerenal with no reason, but it was a vital place when it came to Dr. Albright’s research. The goal of the books she was writing was to help the rest of the world gain a greater understanding of Aereni society, and to hopefully encourage them be less afraid of their open practice of necromancy. But sadly, while it was a fantastic place for a researcher, there were also very few opportunities for her bright young daughter to truly flourish and learn at her own pace. So one day, she had a difficult conversation with her daughter: For the next several years, she would stay on the island, while Frenelle would be moving across the sea to attend a boarding school in Fairhaven on her father’s coin.

Frenelle was terrified at first of being alone. She was already a terribly shy girl by nature, and the new city and climate were overwhelming. For the first month, she hardly spoke to anyone at all, not even to her teachers. However, over the next few months as she properly settled into Fairhaven, she was taken aback by how welcoming the new environment was, especially compared to the coldness of her hometown. People actually wanted to talk to her, and they remembered her name. She had peers that she could talk to about all of the math and magic and history that were bottled up for so long, and when she excelled at a topic, she was rewarded instead of scolded.

The most exciting thing about the academy was that she wasn't even the only half-elf there. Or rather, Khoravar as they called themselves, and as they called her too. The main group of khoravar who took her under their wing were a group of rambunctious kids from House Lyrandar, and it was here that she met her best friend, a boy named Leeko.

Leeko was outgoing, kind, and a bit of a hothead, but he was also passionate and smart in the same way she was. He loved all of the flying machines and massive airships that his family was building, and he talked intensely about how excited he was to pilot them one day, proudly showing off the Dragonmark of the Storm on his right hand. Despite them seeming like total opposites at a glance, the two couldn't have been closer. Every time they met up to try and study for classes, they'd end up talking for hours on end about everything from old magic to new technology. For the first time in her life, Frenelle wasn't alone.

Each year, she would return home to her mother for a couple of weeks, but as she continued to thrive in Fairview, she began to notice that the doctor was growing more isolated and depressed each year back on the island of the dead. Eventually, she was able to convince her mother to leave behind her studies, coming home with her daughter, never to return.

Frenelle quickly rose to become one of the top students in her class, graduating from her boarding school with honours and moving on to study divination magic and history at the University of Wynarn. By then, Leeko had left for the island of Stormhome to train as a pilot, but the two continued to write long, cascading letters to one another every single week.

Her unconventional background gave her a unique perspective when it came to her studies at Wynarn. This was all well and good, until it led to her constantly interrupting professors during lectures to question their biases. This was especially true when it came to the taboo field of necromancy, which she had grown up seeing as a very normal thing in her culture. Eventually, however, she quickly grew wise to the fact that if she wanted to succeed as an academic, she would need to suck up to her less worldly professors every now and again. After all, if she wanted to make her point of view known, she should attempt to hear them out as well.

While working on one of her Master's degrees, Frenelle's work ethic and passion managed to attract the attention of a temple of Aureon in Arcanix, where she was offered a position as a novice. She was hesitant to quit her studies at first, but at the urging of Leeko, who just had gotten a job as an air shuttle pilot at the floating towers, she dropped everything and accepted the massive opportunity.

In fact, the chance to see Leeko again may have been her biggest reason for moving to Arcanix, because it turns out, she had started to develop romantic feelings for him. And, as she would later come to find, he felt the exact same way. She would even learn that he had planned on marrying her, which was no small deal of course. After all, Leeko wasn’t simply just her best friend, he was an heir to House Lyrandar, the Half-Elven dynasty who controlled the rapidly growing industry of air travel across the civilized world, using the Dragonmark of the Storm that ran in their blood.

A proper, pure Dragonmark gives a person tremendous power. Most importantly to those in the twelve Dragonmarked houses, it is a predictable power. However, the same cannot be said of the unpredictable power that results when people from two different houses produce a child. Unpredictability is volatility, and volatility is danger. For the sake and the preservation of society, all marriages and sexual relations between those with different Dragonmarks are strictly prohibited.

Frenelle didn't actually notice her mark for the first few days. She had figured it was some benign skin condition, a small rash around her eye. When it didn't go away, she went to see one of the healers at the temple, who laughed when she said she had no idea what it was. When he realized she was being serious, he explained that she was a foundling, a Dragonmarked person with no previous ties to a house.

He explained that her Dragonmark of Detection was an incredible thing.

With the power of her newly manifested mark, Frenelle became an obvious standout among the rest of the clergy in ways she hadn't even thought were possible. She could look into people's thoughts, see entirely new creatures from beyond the material world. She could protect people from danger.

The royal family of Aundair was in search of a governess for their children, but not just any regular teacher would do. They needed a cleric, a person who could embody the very will of Aureon, the god of magic, knowledge, and the law itself. Their job wouldn't be just to teach, but to physically protect the future of the kingdom. And, who in the world could possibly be better for that than the gifted foundling who just landed on the steps of Arcanix?

Frenelle walked past the cockpit as she boarded the air shuttle. The pilot smiled as he called her name and waved with a childlike excitement. She lowered her head. Words that he’d never get to speak reverberated through her skull. She felt his heart sink like a rock through her own chest. He wanted to marry her.

Vows of celibacy aren't necessarily a requirement for becoming a cleric. However, many choose to take them on in an effort to avoid mortal matters clouding their judgment. It's not as though she had much of a choice in the matter. After all, when the queen who funded your schools and the god who bestowed you these powers give you a call to action, to uphold and protect the law, you listen.

So, as a cleric with a high stakes mission, Frenelle simply chose to take that mission very seriously. And you see, it's actually fine. She's fine. They're fine. It’s fine. He’s fine. They’re fine. They're all fine. She's fine. It’s fine.

[inchidentally]

every day I’m grateful landoscar fandom can draw the line between fun rpf and reality and that we never attracted the rpf pipeline fans who fully flip reality on its head to … and I’m not joking … think that another driver wasn’t trying to win a race ?? he was trying to be on a podium with Lando ??

the absolute delulululuuuu of ppl choosing to not have heard Carlos’ pissed off radio and then repeating it in his post race that if he had Lando’s “luck” with the SC then he would’ve won it instead of Lando. he literally went “fuck, so he’s won it then” in an angry voice and later on doubling down on Lando’s “luck” with the SC and how if Carlos could’ve had that he’d have gladly taken the win for himself he didn’t gaf about being on the podium with his lil buddy he wanted to win instead of Lando and he said so

and that last year when Lando said he would like Carlos on the podium with him for his first race win he literally said “so I can look down on him for once” he didn’t give a shit about anything but finally beating everyone on that track including Carlos which he’s literally said as well repeatedly he’s literally said he has no friends when racing

like these are brotherly yes but still very competitive digs they’re getting in at each other they’re not even misconstrued as friendly shavdjdbejbd

which makes sense since they call each other brother and cabrón but howwww do you mistake any of that for them giving two fucks about their friendship when they’re both wanting to beat the other at all costs like yknow they should as racing drivers ???

ironic tho bc it was Max and Oscar who stipulated that the SC may have been a bit of a help but that “Lando still had the pace even after that” to win like it’s wild how rpf can make people ignore that Max hates being second and still stuck up for Lando and Oscar had had his entire race completely ruined and still made sure to immediately and repeatedly defend Lando against ppl thinking the SC car gifted him a win

again it’s in reality fully normal and fine that Carlos wanted the win and thinking he should have won and couldn’t stop himself saying that even immediately after praising Lando !! it’s just absolutely wild the mental gymnastics to try and see it any other way

and yea I’m so happy our fandom can appreciate the reality of Oscar and Lando as drivers and not desperately try to larry it into insane rpf fantasy. like. even landoscar fic doesn’t pretend that Oscar and Lando are out on the track at any point thinking gosh I’m gonna remotely lose my competitive edge that’s been honed since I was a child bc I looooooove that guy in the other car like we all fully accept that’s not believable even in fiction ajshsbdjsbd

[edenminx]

I don’t know who you are or what you want but I know that if you come to my home, where my family lives, I will meet you in the driveway and I will jerk, suck and fuck you more violently than any man in human history has ever been jerked, sucked and fucked by the time I’m finished with you you’ll be a shriveled husk, unrecognizable from the piece of shit occupying my screen now I am NOT fucking around