#im fireballs!

[onejellyfishplease]

I dont draw Smarts and Crafts duo often enough

[ex0toxin]

happy pride from everyones favorite boy besties!! 🏳️‍🌈💜

[wyrmwright]

🩸⛰️🌟

[wizardsimper]

Tara finding out Mystra wants Gale to blow himself up

It's on sight, Mystra

[turqo]

[muri-ne]

buncha lil ace attorney doodles :] i am very obsessed with this brush no pen pressure has unlocked a diff section of my brain

also friend and i are playing layton crossover so thats what the last 2 pics are for

[sparring-spirals]

And the other side of this, of like- Imogen and Laudna acting so differently around Ashton, versus around each other. If you put the three of them together something different (something regular?) spills out. But when they talk, just Ashton to Laudna and just Imogen to Ashton- the common threads stay strung out between them.

Ashton and Imogen talk about each other, and mention Laudna, the agreed similarities between Ashton and Laudna like a shorthand for understanding more, like a glossary in a textbook.

Laudna and Ashton talk about themselves, but refer to Imogen like a thing of admiration, like a wonder. A mirrored fascination like a shared road, like a steady standard, like moths to a flame.

Its not the same as getting them all in a room, we've seen that to an extent. It's like- lights, and crystals, and threads, fuck if i know, things strung up and shining when the light hits them differently and refracting into new colors and directions. Its not a balancing act, exactly, its like a chemical equation.

[juneberrie]

HEATH WITH A LOVER WHO'S ALWAYS COLD

he's perfect for you

funny, handsome, AND WARM???

he's also clingy!! so whenever possible he's wrapped around u like a koala. a flaming hot, warm koala

and yk as usual people r gonna give him shit about it because he's like so obviously whipped but he doesnt care <3

but if he cant be wrapped around you like a human blanket then he'll give u his jacket!!

he wears it all the time ( for some reason ?? he's literally on fire why does he need a jacket ?? ) so like its pretty fuckin warm

and it smells like him!!

i hc that he smells like barbecue smoke most of the time ??? like he has 3 main scents LMAO that sounds crazy but hear me out

right after he showers he smells like vanilla

then for some reason half the time he just randomly smells like barbecue smoke because he's constantly on fire

and then if he wears cologne he smells like Boy Smell. yk? like. the smell of every single cologne ever ??? that

anyways his jacket smells like a really nice mix of all three somehow <3

anyways back to you

he bullies u for always being cold :D

"just can't get enough of me can u 😘" and then he trips over abby's shoe

[strawberrymothteeth]

I caved and bought bg3. I kept seeing that yassified preminger everywhere. He haunts and then I got interested in a few chars but tbh the main selling point is you can talk to cats.

[satanickpanick]

“It was nothing personal, Normal.”

Catchy one-liners were kinda Hermie’s thing. Quips were masks, cheesy pickups were shields, and answering a question with a question was as good as a magic forcefield. Hermie was a master deflector, even when he could admit that mayyybe he should’ve been a little bit more serious. Moments like this, when his sort-of-best-friend-practically-blood-rival-totally-not-crush caught him red- (or, perhaps, green-and-white-) handed in the act of finally, finally taking what he’d come for.

Teeny the Teen had achieved almost godlike status by the time Hermie had set out on his mission. A relic of immense social power, its foam head and sweat-stained jersey were the stuff of legends at Chaperell. At least since Hermie’s eighth-grade visits to the CHS theatre department’s special behind-the-scenes performances, and very evidently far, far into the past, Teeny had been coveted for his heritage at San Dimas Public, and his longstanding rivalry with CHS. The funny thing was that the closer Hermie’d got to his goal, the deeper he’d gotten into the… everything that he had been totally unprepared to face in his subterfuge, the more he’d forgotten about Teeny. The idol that was the mascot had taken a backseat to actual idols, new worlds, new wounds, new friends- and to the man who wore the suit. He’d been poisoned, burned, fireballed, ignored… and he’d made friends, he thought. Real friends, sort of, despite- well, everything. Taylor at least thought he was a worthy (ha) sidekick, and Normal- Normal encouraged him. He sided with him, he spoke to him like an equal. That was more than Hermie could say about his colleagues in both CHS and SDPHS theatre. And- well, Normal had thought that the Hermie he’d pecked on the cheek in Hell had been real. That had been nice to think about, just a little. And when it came down to it, Normal was always the first to say hey, let’s see what Hermie thinks! or where did Hermie go?

Ah, the Romeo and Juliet, the Musical, Abridged of it all, Hermie thought as he landed assfirst, cushioned by Teeny’s head, in Sparrow Oak-Swallows-Garcia’s hydrangeas. Two high schools, both alike in dignity, in fair San Dimas-Earth-Faerun-Hell where we lay our scene… Fuck, he was in wayyyyy too deep. How was he supposed to recover from this? How was he supposed to go back to CHS, where he’d be a hero- but alone? He’d fooled himself, when he’d started this particular piece of chicanery, that things would be different when he returned to his home turf with Teeny the Teen held high. That he’d be Hermie the Worthy, the hero, the star. But he’d had some time to reflect, to change, to figure out who he was- and it wasn’t that.

It really wasn’t. And well- seniors were gonna senior. They weren’t gonna respect him any more than they respected each other. How was he supposed to go back to the way things used to be, now that he’d literally been to Hell and back? He couldn’t, not after what he’d seen and done, alongside the enemy, at that. He hugged the mascot (that smells distinctly, nastily, comfortingly of Normal) (Normal who definitely found his school ID and definitely hated his guts for this) close.

No, it wasn’t personal. Not at first.

But what was he supposed to do now?

[bemorechiill]

a little wip to feed you guys well i work on LITERALLY TEN OTHER THINGS.

[whiterunguard]

well arent they just darn stinkin cute....

[merlins-booknook]

TUMBLR FOLLOWERS I DONT HAVE, IM BACK AND STRONGER THAN EVER, IM FINISHING THE RAVEN KING AND IM GOING FOR THE ENDING BOOK OF THE ALL FOR THE GAME SERIES. IM ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED SO FAR, SO IM HAPPY. IT IS CURRENTLY 5AM, IM CRYING IN MY ROOM, PITBULL IS ON TOP VOLUME ON MY NEIGHBORS HOUSE, AND I JUST FINISHED TALKING WITH A FRIEND ABOUT THIS BOOKS. NOTHING FURTHER TO NOTICE

EDIT: She don't give a fo is now sounding very loudly out there, and honestly, that's pretty accurate bc Neil is just out here DESTROYING riko at the Christmas banquet ATM

[wizardsimper]

AU where Gale makes his tower in Waterdeep illithid Tavs home in a non romanced ending because he understands what it's like to be alone and refuses to let his dear friend suffer that fate

(this is me trying to emotionally recover from this wip by @lanafofana )

[littlegirl-blog222]

not eating until saturday so i can get as drunk as possible 🙏🏼 + the euphoria feeling ifykyk

[mvshroombae]

Here's my interpretation of a Stardew enemy (Lava Lurk)