#but not in the way he thought lol

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Morning, Afternoon, Night

The day of the battle with the Netherbrain with Amelie and Rolan. SFW.

Morning

When Rolan saw his beloved, Gale, Halsin, and Astarion enter Sorcerous Sundries the morning after they obtained the final Netherstone, he knew what he had to do.

“Amelie, my dear, a moment if you please?” He said politely, offering his arm. Not in front of her companions. Not in front of customers.

She nodded wordlessly and took his arm. Her grip is tighter than normal. Not a good sign. Not good. He led them to a storeroom on the second floor and locked it behind them. “Rolan, I—”

“Please.” He croaked, cupping her face. Taking a moment to compose himself, he tried to smile as bravely as possible because I don’t know what I’m doing. “Remember when I said I wanted to plan how I would propose to you?”

She was breathless when she answered. “Yes.”

Mia, please my love, don’t cry. Please. “Well, I…I…” Find the words, damn you. Stop stuttering like a fool. “I cannot let you leave here without telling you how much you mean to me.” Because you’re going to fight a godsdamned Netherbrain and hope you win. You frustrating, brave woman. “I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you in the Grove. I loved you when you saved us from the goblins.” He chuckled, despite tears falling down his freckled cheeks. “I loved you when I lashed out at you like a drunken ass. I loved you when you brought Lia and Cal back safely from Moonrise. I loved you when you saved us from the Shadow Curse. I loved you when you slipped me that healing potion after you saw my bruised face. I loved you when you blasted the bastard dead.” I have never seen anything more beautiful than you casting Chain Lightning and frying the bastard. “I loved…I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you at my side. Please return to me and be my wife, Amelie. I swear I will do everything in my power to ensure your happiness—”

When her lips touched his, he released a strangled moan. The kiss ended far too quickly for me at least, and despite her own tears, Amelie was smiling. “Rolan, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been because of you.” She gave him the sweetest little kiss before whispering, “I promise I’ll return to you, and I would be honored to be your wife…but you must promise me something.”

Oh gods. “Yes?”

“Promise me that you, Cal, and Lia will survive. I can’t lose the three of you.” She laughed softly. “Especially since I’ve saved you like three times already.” She then rested her forehead against his. “I will come back and marry you, love. And you will make it through this.”

How can I refuse her? I cannot.

“I promise. After all, darling---with your wild magic and my intellect, there is nothing we cannot overcome.” Nothing. We can…we will…we must win. After giving her a brief kiss and quietly slipping a ring on her finger, he squeezed her hand. “Now, my beloved, what do you need?”

***

Afternoon

“You have the full force of Ramazith’s Tower, and its dashing master, at your side, my love. Let us finish this.” Rolan said with confidence when my fiancée approached. She smiled tightly and then took his hand, practically dragging him away from the others. Stopping, she turned and placed her hands on his chest.

“Rolan, listen to me. This is worse than we ever could’ve imagined. It’s a Netherbrain. The magic in the crown evolved the elder brain. I…” Tears shined in her golden eyes. “I couldn’t wield the stones because of it. The Emperor---that fuck---said only a mind flayer can use the stones to stop the Netherbrain…and I…I was selfish.” Now crying, she shook her head sadly. “Orpheus is free only to be damned because I wouldn’t—”

His lips crashed into her in a hungry kiss.

You are not doing this, my lady.

“And you listen to me, Mia.” He growled. “It’s not selfish to want to live, damn you. To have your soul. It’s not. You have sacrificed more than anyone else on this bloody adventure. You have given more of yourself than anyone else. You have given everyone around you, including me, hope. So please, let’s forego your usual tendency to feel awful about not being the perfect hero.” A rueful smile tugged on his lips. “Gods, you are the most frustrating, infuriating woman I’ve ever met.” And the one I love most, and I’m so happy you decided to save yourself FOR ONCE.

She laughed a little, much to his relief. “Frustrating and infuriating? And you wish to marry me still?”

Rolling his eyes, he could not contain his grin. “Darling, there is nothing I want more.” There was a beat. “Well, other than to rain hellsfire on all who stand in your way. I worked very hard on that artillery.” If I cannot be at your side in battle, then I damn well will ensure you have my full support.

Amelie chuckled and then kissed him briefly. “I know you did, love.” One more kiss, sweetheart. One more. Please. Then you can save the world. Thank you, darling. With all the sincerity and earnestness she could muster, she said, “Now, let’s go kick some big brain ass.”

***

Night

“ROLAN!”

He heard Lia yell from the ground floor of the shop as he magicked away broken glass. But structurally, the tower is stable and did not take too much damage. “What?” He groused. “I’m a bit busy up here!”

“It’s Mia! It looks like one of her friends is hurt…”

Mia.

My darling.

She…she’s alive.

He never ran faster in his life than he did down the stairs.

Mia.

Mia.

Mia.

Mia.

And there she was---strands of dark ginger hair in her face as she held her cape over Astarion. Her robes were torn and singed in places. She looked exhausted but happy. At peace. Gods, surely that must mean…

“Love, we need to get Astarion in a dark room immediately. Without the tadpole, he can’t be in the sun anymore.” Amelie said, staring at Rolan expectantly. “In one of the spare rooms upstairs?”

Without the tadpole.

Without.

The.

Tadpole.

“By the gods, you’re cured! My love!” He cried, taking a step towards her and then stopping abruptly. “Yes. Right. Upstairs. Go. I’ll meet you up there.”

She shot him an amused look then focused her attention back on the charred vampire. Well, he is quite charred.

It was not until well after sunset that he and Amelie were finally left alone. She practically shoved her wrist in Astarion’s face, begging him to feed. That, and plenty of healing from Halsin, Jaheira, and Shadowheart, got him back to good…well, not health. Good undeath? He’s fine. And so is my darling because I told them if they didn’t give her Lesser Restoration, then I would be very peeved. They all returned to the Elfsong Tavern earlier. Cal cooked dinner with Gale. Lia was delighted by Astarion, who seemed to have lost none of his beauty.

And now…

He was in his fiancée’s arms, head resting on her perfect but sadly still clothed chest. One of her hands massaged his scalp while her other hand was on his shoulder. I get to spend the rest of my life with her. How lucky am I?

“What a day, huh?” She chuckled. “An engagement to start and saving the world after.”

Rolan rolled his eyes. “Your gift of understatement is astounding, dear.” You frustrating, infuriating, hilarious woman. I love you. “Because that’s just normal for her ladyship.”

Though he could not see her pout, he clearly imagined it when he heard a little annoyed noise escape from her perfect, beautiful lips. “Rolan! I swear that wasn’t what I was doing pre-abduction.” He grinned as she squirmed and giggled. “My life was very boring. Yes, I wished for something interesting to happen, but I didn’t expect THAT!” They both laughed at that, and she nuzzled one of his horns. “Though, speaking of doing things, you keep calling me Mistress of Ramazith’s Tower, but I have no idea what that even means. I was taught how to a run a household, among other things, but not a bloody wizard tower.”

He made a noncommittal noise. “Running a household sounds appropriate, I suppose…but more than that…” More than that you are my superior in all things. I am the Master of the Tower but without my Mistress, I am nothing. “More than that…you are my partner in all things. I would hope, that is, if you don’t mind, helping me organize and catalog the tower, and perhaps even some of my research, if you would be willing. You have a brilliant mind, and with mine, there’s so much we can discover together.” That is the dream, isn’t it? To learn, study, and discover things with her. Always with her.

Amelie shifted under him and sat up, forcing him to adjust his position. “You…you want me to help with your research? Really?” Her mouth hung open as she watched him mirror her sitting against the pillows.

“Of course! Why would I not share one of my passions with the person I love?” He stared at her, bewildered by her reaction.

“Because I’m not a wizard.” She said slowly. Well obviously, darling. “I don’t know how to do experiments. I don’t know if there are special rules or something…don’t laugh.” Ah. Right. Now is not the time for teasing. “I just…surely there are other, more qualified people who can be of assistance?” She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

She cannot be suggesting…She can’t. No. He tilted her chin up so he could look into her golden eyes. “The only person whose assistance I want is yours, sweetling. And fear not, in authorship you’ll be credited alongside me. As my equal.” Knowing her soft heart, she doesn’t even care if her name is on it. But it matters to me. “If that is what you want, of course.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You think I’m good enough to do research with you?” As he opened his mouth, she shook her head. “I’m sorry, love, but I’m not as smart as you are.”

Enough.

“Mia sweetheart,” he smirked. “I would not be madly in love with you if you were not my equal in all things, including intelligence. We are simply on a level beyond most, darling.” When she groaned, he laughed and tickled her substantial sides. But then she laughed and squirmed and gods she feels so damned good.

“Twat.” She smiled and gave him a quick peck. “You know,” Amelie began thoughtfully, gaze drifting from him to their bedroom door. “I saved the world today, and fuck it, I’m going to have some cookies. Would you like some?”

“No thank you, dear. Just hurry back.” I’m not ashamed to say I ogled her as she stood and walked to the door. As he lay back down, he teased. “I need time with my favorite pillow.”

She turned on her heel and laughed. “So that’s all I am to you, hmmm? A pretty pillow?” Still giggling, Amelie put her hands on her wide hips and posed.

Rolan realized in that moment, he had never seen her so carefree.

Such a contrast to a few nights ago. Confessing to me that she was afraid to bear all her heart (and desires) to me. Afraid that I would at best ridicule her or worst discard her.

As if that would ever happen.

“When we are alone together, we will love as freely as we wish. Indulge in each other as freely as we wish. Dote. Make love. Even fucking.” Which earned me a laugh, thank you very much. “I will give unto you my all---my heart, my body, my soul, my mind, all that I am---and I only ask the same of you, Amelie.”

As I vowed that to her, she vowed the same to me. With lots of tears on her end.

The next morning, she told me she felt beautiful for the first time in her life, and it was because of me.

I did not cry. Absolutely not. You can’t prove it.

“On second thought,” Rolan hummed, grinning. He sprang from their bed, grabbed a robe, and tied it around his narrow waist. “I should accompany you.” He offered his arm grinning like a fool but alas, I am a fool in love.

“What? Afraid I won’t come back?” Amelie giggled, taking his arm.

He sighed dramatically. “Is it a crime to want to spend time with my future wife?” His gaze caught hers as they walked into the kitchen. She looks at me with such love that I fear my heart may burst.

“It’s only a crime if you don’t kiss me right now, Master of Ramazith’s Tower.”

I needed no further encouragement.

I kissed her in the kitchen.

I kissed her as she ate her well-deserved cookies.

I cursed her as I cleaned up the crumbs from said cookies and then kissed her.

I kissed her as we cuddled and fell asleep.

And then I shall kiss her in the morning.

After all, darling, you are the reason I am here to even greet the morning.

I am blessed to greet those mornings with you. That I will greet them with you for the rest of my days.

[anna-scribbles]

emma dupain cheng on the brain😽🎀

more:

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[abd-illustrates]

💜 Doppel & Glass 💜

Finally got round to doodling some of the Heartless crew again - been juggling some very intensive work and life stuff lately so it was therapeutic to get lost for a lil' while drawing this one. (Thanks again to everybody who voted in those polls a bit ago - The results were very interesting so I'm looking forward to drawing more of the most-voted characters sometime soon)

[DO NOT EDIT OR REPOST TO OTHER SITES / ACCOUNTS] ♻️reblogs are lovely tho!♻️

[heartorbit]

holy quintet looks kind of different

[ahhrenata]

kiss kiss

[bunnieswithknives]

OH MY GOD??? HAS IT SERIOUSLY BEEN A MONTH????? I am so sorry guys

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[thegreatidk]

My biggest beef with the way Annabeth was written in the show is that I think Rick fell into his own trap. Like his whole thing with Annabeth is that just because someone doesn’t look smart doesn’t mean they aren’t. And while it’s about their literal looks for both the show and the book, book Annabeth also sometimes acted in ways that people wouldn’t stereotypically associate with “smart” because I think we’ve all be condition to think bbc sherlock no emotions genius is the only way to be smart. Book Annabeth acts super flustered around Luke because she's a kid and she has a crush on him, she's afraid of spiders, and wanted to see the arch just because she thought it was cool. In general book Annabeth is allowed to be sillier and have a wider range of emotions than show Annabeth without it detracting from the fact that Annabeth is smart. I find this whole "stoic genius" idea is often used to put down teenage girls for being dumb and superficial just because they show emotions and the only way to beat it is to be cold, calculating, and emotionless and most people just aren't like that.

[kinstein-art]

the vinsmoke siblings 💙❤️💛💚🩷

[chaossmith2]

Wolf: I was there to witness ALL of [Puss' deaths]

Me:

"Wait are we doing this twist again?"

[puppyeared]

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄🎩

[mochiajclayne]

He got it bad since Punk Hazard like why are you smiling at the mere idea of Luffy taking advantage of you. HJSDGHGHDGD.

[1caru]

hi!! I saw your art requests were open, if you ever wanted to would you be willing to draw LU Sky, Warriors, and Twilight? I love the older brother dynamic and would love to see them in your style!!

all tuckered out after a long day of being the big brothers <3

[almondcroissantsandink]

i feel the need--the need for speed!

[soriastrider]

this has almost certainly been done before, but i think it's funny so i did it anyway

original:

[liulith]

Radiostatic reverse-verse where Alastor is the one who's obsessed with Vox. Nothing lustful or romantic about it. He's in his radio tower giggling, twirling his hair and kicking his feet, starting a new broadcast which will be dedicated to roasting Vox for the 17th time this week, from the shower gel he uses to the subpar brand of ramen noodles he ate two days in a row because he was on a time crunch for a new product release. He doesn't have his own surveillance cameras but who needs those when he can travel through shadows? Plus, TV, cell phones, radars and wifi all work thanks to radio waves. He has full access to Vox's entire empire and he sure knows how to use it for his nefarious purposes (being a shameless stalker).

He sends him silly little drawings through the mail, and charcuterie boards made with the meat of whoever annoyed Vox this week (Only HE is allowed to bully Vox). At any moment of the day Vox is at risk of turning around and finding himself face to face with Alastor staring unblinkingly at him with the creepiest smile on his face.

People tease him for acting like a kid pulling on his crush' pigtails. Vox himself propositions him so that he can "get him out of his system" and finally leave him be, and Alastor is just like. Huh. Gross?? No thanks??? This is a purely platonic unhealthy obsession, thank you very much. What type of underwear are you wearing, though?

Basically:

"What do you see in him?"

"He makes me laugh!"

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((Vox is, of course, scared shitless.))

((A psychopathic, serial-killing cannibal is stalking him, killing his subordinates, sending him drawings of the two of them covered in blood, Sinner meat... (and a recipe for jambalaya? is this code for something? some kind of hidden message??). Someone help this poor man.))