#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

[djeesperate]

Finger on the Pulse

Word count: 989 T/W:

Event spoilers/mentions (Heart of the Sun)

Angst and pain only, Gawain feeling anxiety again, slight body horror?

A plainer banner cuz it didn't fit the fic... couldn't sleep and vomited this out!

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It's still there. 

Gawain sighs in relief.

He knows it was too much… he knows it was all in his head… but the thought of it happening mortifies him to no end.

“Can't we just… fill it up to the brim? Then we don't have to water them every morning.”

“What are you, crazy? It's gonna die if you do that.”

Gawain didn't intend to listen in on his crewmate's conversation. He just happened to be resting in the lounge where Feather and Randall were forced to tend to the potted plants for a week as atonement for causing a food fight that afternoon.

He honestly wished he didn't. If he were more aware of how vulnerable his mental state was, maybe their words wouldn't have sunken into the deepest corners of his mind.

“Don't plants, like, need a ton of water and sun to grow? What's the problem with giving them extra ahead of time?”

“You can't just do that, it's gonna overwhelm the damn thing! It's a dainty little plant, it can't take in all of that at once. The roots will literally rot out.”

Hearing those words, the horrific image flashed through his mind again. Blood left his face as he abruptly stood up, exiting the room in a hurry.

He insisted on holding your hand ever since. He never told you his reason, and it wasn't because he didn't want to cause you worry; he simply could not verbally communicate it. He said it was just a new routine for the two of you that he would like to have - nothing more, and you luckily took his word for it. In truth, he was so afraid of what was plaguing his mind, that he felt even speaking of it would manifest it into reality.

He wasn't strong enough.

So he continues to hold your hand as the both of you lay in bed, watching you drift to sleep each night. This was enough, he thought.

He doesn't blink as he stares at your sleeping face, checking for signs of… anything. Some nights, he gets too focused, almost forgetting to breathe doing so.

His hand held onto your wrist a little tighter, as if you would phase out of existence come morning if he didn't. 

Gawain has not noticed his sanity waning with each passing day. His mind was too much on you to remember himself.

…it's gonna overwhelm the damn thing!

…it can't take in all of that at once.

…will literally rot out…

You were unconscious, out of reach in front of him. In one moment, you were surging with unfathomable power - hair glowing white as if the heavens itself had blessed you.

But it was too much.

He watched your skin tear open, flesh ignited into flames as you made a nightmarish scream he prayed every waking hour of his day you would never make. Your sword fell before you did, twisting and kicking on the ground as you howled in pain.

The silver Astral raises his cold arm as the dark skies above them turn white, beams of light roaring down onto the earth as Gawain's hearing deafens and vision blinded - no longer able to hear your cries, no longer able to see your figure trying to crawl to him.

His paralysed body desperately tries to reach you. To shield you.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thank the skies… thank the skies…

For months now, your pulse was the only thing capable of soothing him enough to sleep, haunted by the night terror to no end.

There have been times he looked at the rest of the crew as enemies because of it, times he had felt nothing but anger when the Supreme Primarch entered his field of vision, casually enjoying his cup of coffee alongside the other Primals. 

You didn't deserve the burden of the world, yet despite acknowledging the crew's help has been tremendous throughout your journey, a part of Gawain felt like the more power they lent you, the more you suffered.

He stares at your face again, forcing out the mangled corpse with the you that was asleep in front of him - intact, unharmed, safe.

He was too afraid to even kiss you for comfort. It reminded him of how his mother and father kissed him goodnight before he woke up to their deaths. What if that happened to you? Bahamut, he didn't want to chance it.

He focuses on the feeling of your pulse as he falls back to sleep.

You woke up to the knocking on your door. Lyria is excitedly waiting to go shopping at a newly opened bakery with you. What a silly girl.

But your smile fades as you glance over to your sleeping lover. He has been either distressed as he slept or jolting awake in cold sweats, something that's been occurring since probably five months back.

You didn't know what to do with this dilemma - it was like he was crumbling to ashes before you and you couldn't do anything to help him. Squeezing his hand, he seemed to relax just a little bit.

Gawain was fighting demons he didn't have the strength to look in the eye. You can only hope that one day, he finally reaches for your extended hand so you can pull him out of the state he was in.

For now, you pulled back the curtains, kissing his temple before joining Lyria; eliminating the darkness engulfing the room.

One day, you'll save him from the darkness engulfing his soul.

.

.

.

“Honestly, plants are living things like us. If you're thirsty, you drink a glass of water, NOT fling yourself into the sea.”

“My bad, Randall. Wait, how d'ya know about all this? You like… a fluorescent or something?”

“... You mean a florist?”

“Yeah, that. Damn, what's a fluorescent, then...”

“Feather, I can't stand being associated with you.”

[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