#into tiled here

[ellraiser]

all the water+islands mapped out, now to place 10,000 odd trees by hand

[varrictethrasoilytits]

Andruil and Harding (The Goddess of the Hunt - The Scout)

Elgar’nan and Bellara (The God of Vengeance and the Sun - The Veil Jumper)

June and Emmrich  (The Master of the Craft - The Necromancer)

Sylaise and Lucanis (The Hearthkeeper (Goddess of the Domestic Arts) - The Mage Killer (can cook)

Ghilan’nain and Davrin (The Goddess of Guides and Navigation (Mother of the Halla) - The Warden)

Falon’din and Taash (The God of Death and Fortune - The Dragon Hunter)

Dirthamen and Neve (The God of Knowledge and Secrets - The Detective)

Mosaics of the Evanuris and The Veilguard Companion Tiles

[moonstandardtime]

lil thing from my fic TRY IT AGAIN, CHEATER! nothing to see here just fantasizing about normal things

(Reblogs are VERY appreciated!! <3)

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[da-riya]

Space Station 14 added a chemical that makes your movement tile based as in Space Station 13

[playingwithyourjigglypuff]

alright this has been sitting in captivity (my wips folder) for far too long it's time to release it into the wild (tumblr.com)

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I made this in a real hurry because I needed a promo image for my film before tomorrow but like. It kinda goes hard??

[caemidraws]

Ace of Pentacles

[moonsidesong]

week one of the object show daily art ive been posting on @brifdi-daily !! im pleased i kept the motivation to at least get this far LOL its been fun :] i hope i can do lots more

[istoleludwigsbaumkuchen]

Guys I need help 😿

I wanna start a chainshipping ita bag, and I found a bag I like, but I can't decide on the color

I did a couple shitty mockups to see what I might do for the insert, and part of me says that since I wear more black, the silver would be nice contrast, but also, the black looks good and would still fit with my outfits

I'm having a really rough time here guys

[quinoa-adjacent]

I know it's a dead topic but the whole games as art thing really shows it'd teeth with bangers like Outer Wilds and In Stars and Time

Like yes they both tell a story you can tell through text or film

But to experience that? Personally?

To have to trudge the same halls and kill the same enemies and find the same items? The pay off at the end it's so much better than just Watching someone experience that and have the abridged maybe 3-5tops looping scenes with ~~slight differences~~ in either editing or acting

But to watch the sun explode every 20 minutes or to Feel the impatience of dialogue boxes grow within you as a person is significantly different

It's another layer of nuance that's executed PERFECTLY

[funuya]

i kept joking about fire emblem while reading danmaca

[spotaus]

N and Ichor in the same environment once more. (They do not like eachother 👀)

N is my skele-sona, and she's pretty much just an omen of bad news in the multiverse. Whenever they show up, it's a sign that sonething's gonna happen (and N revels in the knowledge that their presence is a source of discomfort). In particular, she loves to trail Ichor around, since he's the Favorite of the multiverse. He hates the attention, because it usually up-ends his story. Also, N is annoying an antagonistic.

[dayurno]

what do u make of the scene after rikos death when renee calls jean and there's screaming and glass breaking in the background. poor kevin cant grieve in peace

i dont think it was necessarily the foxes or even related to kevin at all! i imagine the news spread and raven fans revolted or something like that..... although i will say i expected kevin to be so much more visibly depressed re: grieving riko i was surprised at how light-hearted he is! like in conversation with jeremy and when he tells jean andreil are speaking german and stuff... there's obviously a thread of tension to pick apart there but wow. he really is going to therapy. i knew betsy wasn't lying when she told jean she's kevin's therapist because kevin was able to speak about his hand to jeremy in an almost laughing way......... he's truly come a long way :')

[jacarandaaaas]

I just know mirabel tried to fight casita after it embarrassed her like this! she took it personally!

[spikeymike]

zolu bathtime bc zoro washing luffy’s hair is so cute i could die 🫶🏼 | colored pencil and watercolor on paper