#he's also very tired

[razzafrazzle]

I think that I've only drawn Ford like. 3 times in my entire life. so here's some Fordsy (and some Fiddsy. and a Bill I guess)

[image description: a page of drawings of ford, mcgucket, and bill cipher from gravity falls. near the top are two portraits of ford, one in the gravity falls style and the other in a more realistic style. next to that is a simple doodle of ford and mcgucket smiling and embracing with the caption "old man yaoi!" beneath them. in the bottom left is a simple drawing of a younger ford, and next to that is a drawing of bill with a speech bubble saying "i'm here too! also i'm hatless for spacing reasons". next to that is bill's hat, as well as mcgucket in an orange and brown 70s-style outfit and a braided beard, and he is sitting on the ground, lost in thought. end id]

[hughmanbean]

Blue Screen

Danny is the type of guy gal ghost to Commit To a Bit. This is very common knowledge

But he may have overdone it this time.

---

Dan and Ellie had met the Red Hood, who seemed yucky. Ellie said this herself. Jason was not amused, and did not appreciate them following him around for the rest of the week.

After a bout of panic, Danny had finally tracked the tykes down. After seeing who they were with, he sighed. Of course those two would. Well he could play at that game.

Danny had popped in and pecked him on both sides of the helmet, leaving a casual lie before legging it.

"Hey hun, thanks for watching the kids. I'll take it from here."

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It's been a month now, and somehow he has two kids with a notorious crime boss and goes on nightly dates with him.

[hinamie]

bunch of portraits

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Personally I think percabeth is at its best when Grover is in it. I don’t necessarily mean in a polycule way I just think it’s great when he’s around

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

[ariadne-mouse]

Upon hearing there might be a M9 episode interlude now in C3:

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 247

Danny grumbles, going limp as the Spirit plucked him up, holding him out like some sort of stray cat. Their golden eyes stared across him, white hair shimmering and bloodied feathers rustling as they tilted their head. 

“You sure he’s not somehow ours?” Bludhaven asks again, setting him down once more to circle. Amity laughs, wild hair the color of wheat fluttering in a non-existent breeze and portal pulsing like a heart as she rests a hand on his head. 

“Well darlin’, I am asking if you would be open to adopting,” the Spirit laughs, the sound as familiar as the birds outside his window in the mornings. “Well, I suppose I could always ask your dear sister Arkham-” 

“No no, I would be honored,” Bludhaven smiled a literally sharp grin, something mischievous and violent about it in a way Danny was slowly growing used to. “I’m just- look at the little ghostling! He looks like he could be from ours! My hair, your eyes… he’s just missing markings…�� 

“Markings he’ll get once you give me an answer darlin’...”

“OH- Yes, of course! Sorry, I got whelmed there.” 

“You have been stalking your vigilante a bit too much there Blud.” 

[zarla-s]

Both Kabu and Larry have resting grump faces but they're misleading! Kabu's very friendly and laughs easily, and Larry is polite (if very tired) and even treats you to a meal after you beat his gym. It's just very cute to me.

[patreon]

[rystiel]

idk what we’re all calling the concept of fiddlestan working together but i’m calling my version the portal partners AU 🙏🏼

[theminecraftbee]

etho's wonderful words of encouragement for tango!

[starflungwaddledee]

kirbytober 2023 24 + 25: AU + possession [ prev || ]

i just think that if bandee were going to be possessed by something it may as well be the supreme arbiter of the entire kirby universe, right? only the very best for him! xoxo

[finiansghost]

Lee Corran rides into Caer Guen at the worst possible time. Absolutely the best time he could have made, out of Carycoll well before the winter sun was more than a horizon-shadow, a courier's re-mount at the Meremarch, and now here he is, a little before sunset on a sticky summer night, with a summons from Rob's sister and a deadline that would be a cursed hard ride if he was starting it fresh.

Rob's not, because when you make the promise that you will bloody your own hands in pursuit of what he supposes he must call order, when you make that promise loudly enough that they name you for it, then there are expecations to live up to in the rising days of summer. Call it luck's faint grace that he hasn't fought today, only ridden a long sweep north of the city, and returned in time to have at least eaten something hot.

And the benefits of command mean that other people get to scurry around packing his saddle-bags and tacking a horse for him. Lee helps buckle him back into armour, with the dubious-apologetic air of a man who thinks he should, somehow, have done better. Or that Rob's attempting something impossible. Or - no. Corran. Murray's little brother. He knows Rob can do it, and knows enough about why to be uneasy.

This time of year, out here, it never gets all the way to full dark. Close as makes little odds, for a few hours in the middle, but there's enough light from a waning half-moon to follow the road. And enough light, by the time he reaches Caeruith, that staying on the road isn't taunting the un-laid ghosts.

The moor's tending wide, lately; it's full day, by the time he reaches the Meremarch, and the kind offices of a stablemaster forewarned he would be coming back this way in a hurry. They shoo him out of the way while they change his tack over, feed him small beer and hot porridge, and see him out onto the road again after really very little delay.

So then there's just the long road into winter, the fair morning turned to a drizzle that isn't sure if it wants to be rain or snow. At least the banked road's fairly clear. Throwing his good winter cloak around his shoulders will have to be good enough; he doesn't think he can afford the time to stop.

Mercy, but this is a misery he knows in his bones. Steady trot; this is a courier mount, can do this all day, and never mind what would be best for him. No real way to know - the sun's still rising the the sky, that's all - how much time he has. Or how much longer the road will be. It depends, greatly, on whether the king wants him here. If the king knows he's coming; Rosie didn't mention. Ignore the nagging pull to the left, west of the road, the old and inadvertent magic telling him that way is home; there's nothing there now but mud and rot and remembered misery. Ignore the burning ache. Ignore the cold and damp. Mile after grim mile up the rutted mud of the tithe road to answer his king's call to council, and maybe - if his sister's right, and she usually is - the call to war.

[zishu-arts]

you heard of lesbian chodark now get ready for:

lesbian vicagent

[ego-meliorem-esse]

My late contribution to the beautiful bride and ugly groom trend

It pained me to make François the beautiful bride but by god and all his angels The Rat is just not it

[cozylittleartblog]

had a(nother) nightmare

[vigilskeep]

when you first start the cousland origin, you can have some conversations with arl howe, teyrn cousland, and duncan that shed some interesting light on the political situation in ferelden. it’s definitely the origin where you get the most context on the rebellion and on cailan and his father. while howe isn’t exactly the most trustworthy of sources, he is also one of the most openly critical of cailan that we have access to, which i think is worthy of interest

howe remembers maric with what the toolset describes as “genuine fondness”: “your father hasn’t spoken of our time with him? that man took care of his friends. as they say, he was large as life and twice as tall!” i think we should pay particular attention to that man took care of his friends.

what howe’s talking about is a really important aspect of kingship, where you win the consent and enthusiasm of the nobility for your rule by offering rewards like wealth, land, and prestige to the loyal. kingship is always less stable than it’s portrayed, and this is one of the ways that kings must essentially sell to the nobility that answering to them is worth their time, which would be especially important in ferelden given everything we know about its culture. fereldans believe someone only has power when it is given by the loyalty of those below them, who have the right to freely rescind that loyalty. the dao codex says that “the sight of [fereldan kings] asking for—and working to win—the support of ‘lesser’ men is a source of constant wonder to foreign ambassadors.”

i suspect howe is remembering a maric fresh from the victories of the rebellion, who was able to reward those who had followed him with the spoils of those victories. at the end of the stolen throne, we see that in the final days of the rebellion, maric was killing those who had betrayed his mother to the orlesians even when they arrived under truce to meet him on holy ground. in dao, we see no lingering orlesian nobility except for those who married in and continue to be met with marked hostility. i think we can safely surmise that maric elected to make no conciliatory measures and give everything to those who had followed him; with the orlesians on the run and his people out for blood, he was in a strong enough position to do so, and it certainly served to win the fond memories of men like howe.

by contrast, howe goes on to say, “it’s too bad cailan isn’t half that.” the toolset notes establish very clearly that it’s the same issue, elaborating on howe’s thoughts: “bitter turn, i don’t get as much from the current king”, and “disdainful, i have no use for him, he does me no favours”. this isn’t a minor character detail, if howe’s last words when killed by the player are anything to go by. “maker spit on you... i deserved... more...” whatever it is that howe feels he should have been given, by the crown or anyone else, it characterises his actions and his defining treachery.

it’s in these same conversations that we see another side of this demonstrated. there are two points where howe can openly criticise the king, and bryce immediately admonishes him for both. one even has the toolset note: “speaks sharply, as a lord to a lesser man, not a friend to an equal”. it definitely comes across that way; the way he tells howe “that’s enough” is not far off the voice he uses when the player, his child, displeases him. bryce can’t tolerate any criticism of cailan, as the couslands in dao are ardent supporters of the king. to venture some hc, i suspect that this is not merely royalist fervour, and that howe’s resentment for having been given less is matched by bryce’s awareness of the precariousness of having more.

over the centuries, the theirins have consolidated their power and eradicated almost all the teyrns (the noble rank that is second only to the king). with the only other lingering teyrn being loghain, who is essentially part and parcel of the royal family, the couslands stand alone as the only real rivals to theirin power within ferelden. there are rumours that bryce was once considered for king instead of the theirins; he too could have decided to believe he “deserved more”. but unlike howe, and perhaps understandably given his strong position and happy growing family, he is satisfied with what he has. he will not take the risk of even the slightest challenge being made within his hall

(i expect that bryce’s satisfaction with the current situation further spurred howe’s dissatisfaction to its heights, given the complicated cousland-howe history and the fact that he was expected to accept a friend he had fought beside as a superior for the rest of his life.)

i don’t think howe’s judgement on cailan is likely to be without basis. we don’t hear about any victories the young king has to his name, from which he could have passed around spoils. (to be fair, cailan had harder luck than maric in this regard. a king who raises a successful rebellion gets to bring glory and prestige to everyone who follows him, whereas a king trying to rebuild after that rebellion mostly gets to bring, uh, taxes probably. especially on wealthy centres of trade like howe’s amaranthine, one might assume.) cailan also takes a far more diplomatic approach to the question of orlais, which perhaps predictably did not win over many nobles of howe’s generation. it makes sense that cailan’s strongest supporters would instead be men like bryce who hope for things to simply continue, peacefully, as they are. perhaps in another world where cailan had won the battle of ostagar, he might have earned wider respect. (you could actually argue on this basis that there’s more sense and purpose to cailan’s glory-seeking than he usually gets credit for.) but howe already acts before ostagar, which can only demonstrate his certainty in cailan’s failings at this point: his belief that even if cailan could win, he would not be stable enough to pursue justice for the couslands