#i just wanted to share lol

[pxssyboyares]

guys i’m high and my pussy is all wet and dripping rn.. maybe someone should make use of how floaty and sensitive i am

[oakantony]

It wasn’t until she stepped into the chamber of judgment inside Oberon’s Keep that Cole realized she had been waiting for this for nearly her entire life.

”You’ll be killed. Beheaded. No, that’s the better outcome. The worst fate is imprisonment. They’ll imprison you. Torture you. Rip you apart, body and soul, for all of your miserably long life,” said Grandmother Marie. “Because the half-elven do live long. Very. You’ll be tortured, all those decades. Death is better than being caught.”

Inevitable. Cole had always thought it was inevitable.

And after Grandmother died, the feeling grew. Cole remembered how it settled, anew, inside her chest: if they weren’t killed for being half-elven, they would be killed for what they did to Marie.

It was Cole’s memory, not her power, that served her the sight of young Oli with a furious blush across his small, freckled face.

”How dare you?” said Grandmother Marie, looking down at the exposed knee Oli had struck with a fist. Her voice was a horrible screech as she screamed, “How dare you hit me?!”

”Let her go,” Oli whispered. “I mean it, Grandmother. Let her go.”

Grandmother looked between Oli’s clenched fist and the sopping wet and shivering Cole she held tight between her hands. “No. I have to do this. She’s sick. She’ll always be Cursed. And death is a better fate. Her death could serve us, Olivier. The nymphs will bless the farm.”

The bathtub sloshed as Grandmother slumped over its porcelain edge, dragging Cole back towards the murky, grayish water. This death wasn’t just for the nymphs. Even as children, Cole and Oli both understood: Cole had gotten her voice back, finally, after years of silence, and Grandmother Marie hated her. Hated her voice. Hated that she asked questions. Hated that she talked back.

“You’ll understand one day, Oli.”

”Oli,” Cole wheezed. She’d swallowed so much water already that her throat burned as she spoke, “It’s okay.” She was scared, yes. But she was tired, too. And dying here would be a better fate than living in the prisons built for half-elven—or elven—outlaws.

“No,” said Oli. “Put her down. Or I’ll kill you.”

Grandmother looked down at him, eyes flashing in pity. Oli was tall for his age, yes—ten winters then—but his strength was average at best. Grandmother Marie scoffed in disgust. “You’ll thank me for this,” she said. And then she plunged Cole back into the bath.

Cole’s hands were bound by a sash, shoulders burning from the angle she’d been twisted into. The water was cold and tasted foul—soap and dirt together, lancing through her nostrils, burning her eyes.

The river nymphs, Grandmother Marie believed, preferred sacrifices that died to the water.

Cole’s lungs burned. Her chest was on fire as she held her breath on instinct alone.

The water around her bloomed in color. It changed in taste. Salty. Thick. Like copper pence, almost.

The pressure against her head released and Cole pulled away from the tub with a great gasp of air. She blinked water from her eyes as she collapsed to the floor. As her senses returned, she heard a wet, methodic thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

She looked up to see her brother lifting the ax over his head. And bringing it down, as hard as he could muster, into a twitching, moaning form.

Cole distantly recognized the shawl. The tangled white hair. The shrill voice that begged, “Stop.”

Crack.

That one went into her skull.

Grandmother Marie’s voice slurred, “Stop,” before it fell into forever silence.

Still Oli raised the ax.

Crack.

Cole stood up, trembling, hands gone numb from the pressure of the ties against her wrist. “Oli,” she said, and then coughed. “You can stop now. She’s dead. Olivier?”

Crack. Oli didn’t look up from the bloody mass below. He stared, wide-eyed, with horrible focus. He wasn’t hitting her out of madness or anger, Cole realized, limping to his side.

He was cutting her apart.

”It’s not a water death,” he said, eventually, as pieces of their grandmother were scattered around them in small, easily haulable parts. “Will the nymphs take her anyway?”

Cole felt herself go dark, into a vision that held the answer. She came back to herself only a second later and said, “They will.”

[localcanadiancryptid22]

Yknow tthe best thing about tumblr draftss iss that i can leeeave nottes for myself in them. And i can hide my favorite posts in theere fforrever.

[crystalskyz]

I’m going to a convention at the start of next month! I’ve been some before but this is def gonna b the biggest I’ve gone to. They have so many celebrities (the only ones I care about are Charles Martinet and Tara Strong) and a ton of events and panels and qna’s and stuff. There’s also gonna be a ton of venders (as with most cons). I’m just really excited to meet the (former) voice of Mario honestly :D I’m also gonna be cosplaying limited life Grian! I’ll prob post a pic of it before I go :))

[askfordoodles]

btw, just putting it out there that my hope for the Helluva Boss endgame is Stolas abdicating his Royal title and privileges and going to live with Blitzø and working for IMP as their accountant.

Clearly, they have a lot of paperwork that they currently push onto one of their assassins (Full Moon) and Stolas has been established as a nerd who loves reading loads of boring paperwork (Oops).

It would also tie in nicely with the conversation they had as kids (The Circus), and make it serve as very cute if on-the-nose foreshadowing.

[mienar]

small town buzz

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[the-drowsy-captains-art]

I made Solaris a playlist according to her backstory and the events in the campaign (both planned and executed)

[colourmornings]

Quick note on Charles's speech for fic writers or anyone interested, really.

Charles uses tag questions, where he ends a sentence with a question, doesn't he? I see a lot of "innit" thrown at the end of sentences, which is right, sometimes.

There is unfortunately grammar. First off, if the main verb is negative, the tag will be positive, and vice versa.

When the main verbs in the sentence is a form of "be" or a modal verb (must, could, would, have, will, can, do etc), he's going to repeat that same form at the end of the sentence. An exception to this is a positive main verb of "I am" in which case the tag will be "aren't I?"

"[You're] Not going back to hell, are you?"

"I wouldn't wanna be dead with anyone else, would I?"

"No, we're not going anywhere, are we?"

"Well, I can't see where you're pointing to, can I?"

"We don't want a repeat of the infamous puppy debacle of '94, do we?"

He uses "innit" a lot less than people think, I think. It took me a while to find examples of him saying this, I ended up having to search a transcript. It follows the same rules as above, except the subject is always a thing, or the pronoun "it," and the main sentence is positive, so that the tag can be the negative "innit" (isn't it). *Edit* "innit" is not used as a question! It's mainly used to reinforce a talking point! (Thank you @elizabear). While the other tags are like rhetorical questions, this one is flat tonally and can end with a period, too.

"Boxing's a gentleman's sport, innit?"

"Magical void, innit?"

"That's the injustice we fight, innit?"

When the verb is not one of those above" he uses a form of "do."

"Well, that sounds a lot like you, doesn't it?"

"Wanna keep things professional, don't I?"

Charles also ends a lot of sentences with just the word "yeah."

"Psychic thing makes case work go a lot faster, yeah?"

I am usamerican, but I have a masters in Linguistics. People who actually use tag questions, though, please add on or correct me!

[ayilings]

they get groceries and krill someone

based on this meme

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[longelk]

some more Inscryptions drawn as Flight Risings :)

part 1

[sotc]

Lucanis Dellamorte - [concept art]

[98chao]

my pitch for a season 2 of last cookie standing

[biblically-accurate-dca]

substitute

[dekariosclan]

PSA: If Tav fails the weave scene…

So, I’m assuming that most players (like me) thought that you *had* to pass the “channeling the weave” scene with Gale in order to begin his romance. Makes sense, right? Gale is a learned scholar, he tells you magic is his life, so it’s understandable that even he might hesitate to romance you if you are unable to follow his simple instructions and share a moment with him.

…but nope! Nope. Of course Gale is so wonderful that even if you fail the scene, he’s still down bad for you, and to top it off? His response is one of the sweetest lines in the whole damn game.

If you are a Galemancer and you haven’t seen this before, please stop whatever you are doing, sit down, view his expression + hear his line delivery, and try not to pass out:

Tav: It was a pity your lesson in the Weave ended so soon - I was enjoying our moment alone. Do you think about us being alone again?

Gale: Do you?

Tav: Yes.

Gale: So do I. You see, I'm not a big believer in fate, but I do believe in serendipity.

Gale: Life is a tempest of events that sometimes we brace against, and sometimes embrace.

Gale: You're one such event that one day soon perhaps, I'd like to embrace.

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Great explanation 👍

Redraw of this