#but for now me likey

[the-phantom-peach]

another modern zelink dump because I like them and epona is cute <3

[cozystars]

the bros now have a new passion to share :)

bonus!

[id in alt]

[vynnyal]

This is a pretty good point in the wip to share this, methinks :]

Map part for the hole dwelling map, starring... Not my ocs! I wanted to use ocs, but I don't have any-- so I just used the characters from a fic I was reading at the time 😂

Turns out, the symbolism was so much fun to twist into the 11 seconds I had to work with, I ended up going way more complex than I meant to. If you wanna read the fic this was based on, please do!! And tell the author I said hi! :D

[hallowed-chalice]

nailmaster “designs” (is it really a design if I just change a headband)

[mistyscenter]

MC is such a genderless being inside my head, unless If it's someone OC, that when I see them being referred to as "she" I go "!?!??!?!??" And completely forget MC can be a woman. Not only but MC can be, get this, a cis woman.

Essentially I've been stuck inside my little transgender brain for so long that I forgot that cis women MCs can be a thing and some people don't fuck around with gender in the game, which is weird because Our Life is the genderfuckery game for me so cis players are always a jumpscare to me lmao

[skitskatdacat63]

Tradition vs Modernity vs Comradery

+ context & lore:

In the first drawing, Fernando is wearing a capote de paseo, which is what bullfighters wear before the match begins, as seen below:

In the second, Seb is shouting the very familiar "Olé" which is shouted by the crowd to praise the matador. He's a little brat, so of course he's yelling it for himself, but he did get many 💐

The third(which was a random sketch I had that I didn't think I'd finish tonight, so ignore if its messy) has very important context to me. Before going to the final act and killing the bull, matadors dedicate their montera(hat)(and symbolically: their kill) to a a specific person in the audience(or just the public as a whole.) Seb and Fernando are finally in the same color! Seb is bowing!!! And Fernando is honoring Seb!!!! Also ignore that I drew Seb's post-retirement hair. Though, maybe this drawing is supposed to represent Fernando making a dedication to his now-gone rival 😔(Seb: stop telling people im dead!)

Now, some more lore :D

So I talked about this in my last matador post but I'll expand more. I think it's very funny to characterize Fernando in this au as this fun-hating traditionalist. Because you have to understand; he's only this way when it comes to Seb. Because you absolutely KNOW he was doing silly, unserious shit back when he was younger. But absolutely god forbid Seb do anything silly.

It's very ironic because there literally is a part in the third act of a bull fight where it's basically encouraged to be a bit silly. This is a tad morbid, but basically right before they deliver the killing blow, some show their mastery over the bull by doing some superfluous action(ex. kissing the bull, kneeling in front of the bull.) There's some guy who literally would lean on the bull and mime taking a call. But anyways, Seb would def do this. I've not been able to draw it exactly how I want, but he would bend down and do his little bull horn symbol and mime charging at the bull. (Fernando, trying to make up reasons to hate Seb: oh my god, look at this blatant disrespect, look how he is disrespecting the bull, I cannot believe how rude this boy is!)

Also there's something to be said about how the matador shows mastery over the bull by kissing it or bowing to it...and Seb is technically the bull in this au and Fernando is the matador. There's just this unfortunate level of weird power inbalance that still lingers even though their rivalry is over and can't be affected anymore. There was no succinct answer about who truly was better because Seb was forced out of it. So there's always gonna be this level of "is he just pitying me? Is he just mocking me? Is he just patronizing me?" on Seb's part whenever Fernando praises him or makes dedications to him. And Fernando's always going to be haunted by the fact that there's no answer to who is truly better because he'll never know if Seb had reached his full potential or not. Anyways, they also have nasty sex while wearing their costumes and do weird bull/matador roleplay :)

[monkiinart]

EOTS klimt thingy

[dessi1998]

Eurovision 2024 songs that were not in English: (unless I missed some)

Ukraine Luxembourg Lithuania Spain Estonia Greece Norway Italy Serbia Portugal Armenia Slovenia France

13/26

[petulant-poet]

Everyone say thank you to the run of the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe on West End with black Pevensies

[boingfessions]

[bittersweetburnedcaramel]

Wood, glass, paper and metal, oh how I love you...

Plastic please go back to your primordial form and be forever buried underground-

When plastic first started to be used everyone loved it because of the bunch of new stuff made from it, it was not seem as a villain of pure unnatural horror yet

Now it's just, bad, makes me feel bad, looks bad, it's everywhere and we can't escape it, it's been arround for far too long, so boring, Booooo, get that guy OUT of here! Why did we become so dependant on that!? Worse mistake ever, just after the guy that poisoned the whole world.

[istherewifiinhell]

[Sits down]

[Sighs]

Soooooo i dropped a knife on my foot.

[camellia-salazar]

(And please reblog or reply to tell me who you chose).

[duskerot]

turns out its harder to be reckless when you have someone worrying about you

[scorpionoesit]

reread the vagabonds fic recently, and I gotta ask,, was there a hidden reference to SOA abridged, ("oh dont think i cant do both, i am quite the multitasker") or is that a common phrase,, idk man this has been eating me up, I must know if my hyperfixations have crossed.

The wires have indeed crossed. You are seeing sparks.

Hehehehehehehe

[slightlyunconventional]

windows

Mornings in the Slat have never differed. It starts with Kaz getting up at some ungodly hour, significantly before anybody else has even stirred, leading many to wonder if he even slept at all. Next to rise is Inej, making her quiet descent down the stairs, eyes meeting Kaz's with a glint. They enjoy half an hour or so of comfortable silence, bathing in each other's presence, until the others begin to show. Wylan and Jesper come as a pair, sitting down together and Wylan almost immediately falling back to sleep on Jesper's shoulder. Shortly after comes Matthias, usually dragging a protesting Nina with him.

This morning was no different, except for one thing. Kaz had spent the past couple of hours muffling soft sneezes into his sleeve; not so many to be considered a fit, but just enough to cause slight concern. He was becoming mildly frustrated now because it just wouldn't seem to stop.

A short while later, he picked up the sound of Inej's soft footsteps against the stairs, and moments afterwards, she appeared from around the corner. They exchanged their usual greeting of short eye contact and Inej sat herself down in an armchair at the far end of the room. Not even a minute went by before Kaz felt the irritating need to sneeze again.

"Shit- hiH'NGKt! ..huhh."

Inej looked up to see him crushing a sharp sneeze into his wrist, but decided not to say anything for the time being.

Less than a second later, Kaz braced himself against his hand for another-

"..hH'nNGK-shUHh!"

The second half of the sneeze had clearly escaped the attempt at stifling, causing him to release an almost tired-sounding sigh and thick sniffle.

"Something bothering you?" asked Inej gently from across the room.

His response was simply, "ihHTSHUHh!" which apparently had caught him off guard, and confirmed Inej's suspicion.

"You aren't coming down with something, are you?" she inquired, eyes trained on him.

Kaz looked up. "..No. No, I'm not."

"Are you sure? That's three times you've sneezed now, and you never sneeze more than twice at a time.." replied Inej, still looking over at him.

A faint flush rose to his cheeks. "I'm fine, just... nothing," he said. Such mundane information of her to retain about me, he thought, a shallow sense of what he felt was embarrassment rising in him. He then remembered the stacks of things he knew about Inej, all of her quirks and individualities, organised in his mind like ledgers on an office shelf. The dark-haired man cleared his throat awkwardly, aware of the brief breakage of his cold outer shell, though Inej's presence allowed that shell to be lowered, even if only a little.

Inej tilted her head slightly to one side but decided again not to press the matter. That was, until Kaz rose warily from his seat to grace himself with the first (but definitely not last) steaming mug of pitch-black coffee of the day. The open window above the counter let in a gentle spring breeze right as he stood up, and the cool waft on Kaz's face triggered an involuntary inhale, as two heavy sneezes volleyed through him, almost stumbling over one another.

"haH'KTSCHh! KSSCHhuh!"

He gasped deeply again, and a third strong sneeze left him panting slightly.

"hahHH-! hH'KSCHUuh! Saints..."

Inej's concern manifested itself in the form of the small furrow between her brows that Kaz was always so secretly fond of. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off by yet another sneeze, this time rather wet-sounding, ripping its way through the taller man.

"haH'GKkTSCHHh! The hell..?"

"Are you sure you're alright? I mean, could you be sensitive to something here?" Inej questioned. She was leaning on the worn counter now, careful not to get too close to Kaz, especially with him in a vulnerable state like this.

"I don't know," he replied, exasperated. Inej clocked the tiniest twitch of his face, before his eyes narrowed and brows drew together as he fought off another impending explosion. There was a faint note of triumph in his eyes as he succeeded in holding it back.

The stairs creaked, and Kaz stiffened. The wood's miserable squeaks heralded the appearance of Jesper, with a half-asleep Wylan at his side.

"You alright, boss? We heard some, uh. Commotion?" he asked warily.

"Fine." Kaz spat, striding past them with his lopsided gait, unable to ignore the itch still wreaking havoc in his sinuses. He was able to let his guard down in front of Inej - she'd never judge him, never laugh or make a mockery. But when anyone else came into the equation, he was all hard stone and sharp edges.

Kaz made his way to his office, scrubbing furiously at his nose, in no mood for paperwork (or anything, for that matter).

-

Considering Inej had heard nothing from upstairs all day, she assumed Kaz's "incident" from this morning had been nothing more than that - an incident. Nevertheless, she decided to pay him a visit.

She scaled the building and pushed open the window to Kaz's office at the top. Inej knew, tho he never showed it, that he liked her visits from the window.

Thankfully, he looked much less tense than he had done before, though his nose still possessed a faint pink tinge, and his eyes were now very slightly red-rimmed and watery. Much to her dismay, where Inej expected a greeting, she instead heard an irritated-

"huH'szZSCHH!"

She sighed as Kaz let out an exhausted groan.

"Are you going to tell me what's up?" Inej asked, only a little bit demanding.

Kaz pinched the bridge of his nose. "I already told you, I don't..." His lips parted. "...don't kn- huHh-! Idon'tknoHh'kKZSCHIEW!"

His attempts to hold back were futile, and he was forced to sneeze straight downwards, much to his own disgust.

"Saints, Kaz..." Inej said with worry, "And you're sure you're not coming down with something?"

He nodded, breath already snagging once again.

Inej appeared to ponder for a moment, recalling his outburst from earlier that morning. All she remembered was him standing up to make a coffee at the counter in front of the open wind- oh. The window. He had started sneezing again when she had entered through his office window, too. She sighed again in a mix between blaming herself and berating Kaz's obliviousness.

"Hayfever," she muttered.

Kaz glanced up. "What?"

"Hayfever," repeated Inej, "You started sneezing both times the window was open today, and this happens to be the highest pollen-count spring Ketterdam has seen in decades."

Kaz didn't believe her for a moment until he, too, considered it. He did distinctly remember a few unexplained fits having happened during jobs in "greener" nations that he never managed to put a finger on. And the time on Black Veil Island mere months ago, with the ridiculously abundant pollen from the flowers woven into Nina's hair after the job with Cornelis Smeet. He hadn't even been in close proximity that time. Sensitive much, he thought with an eye roll.

"How did you not realise that?" Inej questioned, almost incredulously.

Kaz, vaguely defensively, replied, "I just didn't really care to think about it."

Thinking about it now, however, seemed to reignite the fiery burn in his nose. He was determined to fight it back, but one slender, gloveless hand hovered instinctively between his desk and his face, anticipating the inevitable.

"Wylan will have some medicine for it, or something. He's the same."

Inej's words cut Kaz from his anticipatory trance and he ducked forward with a pair of sneezes.

"hih'khHSCHh! szZSCHh!"

"Bless you," offered Inej with a sympathetic smile. Kaz tried not to glare daggers at her. She leaned back and took the window's handle.

"I think I'll just close this."