#kind of lol

[evercelle]

some favorite moments from orv read :)c

[thorinsbeard]

Funny Transformers Moments

[ramlightly]

Angel Dandelion getting a little overzealous

[quaintrix]

st. bucciarati

[articianne]

[glumby]

chapter 163: the first thing he sees

[a2zillustration]

I think the game should allow your romantic interest to turn down a smooch if you're in clown makeup

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[streetfrightmanifesto]

Caesar’s Legion but Mean Girls!!!

I have more ideas I wana draw 👀

[goodgirl4daddy4evr]

Anyway this morning I've been thinking about my desire to be a cuckcake for a married couple one day. How much I'd love to be the preferred toy and partner of the man. Inside the bedroom, I'd degrade his wife every way she wanted. But I'd love to be her supportive sister wife instead of a cruel husband stealer. They can still love each other, but he loves me too. Especially my body.

[jowbokitten]

i've never played DnD in my life but I've watched sum campaigns n wanted to draw Hazbin characters roleplaying in DnD lolol Charlie- Cleric

Vaggie- Fighter

Angel- Thief

Alastor- Warlock

Sir Pentious- Wizard

Husk- Husk

[dootznbootz]

My interpretation of the "I love you...But not in the way you want me to." from "I'm Not Sorry for Loving You".

I love the idea of "Calypso has sandbox mode over Ogygia" (AKA she controls every rock, every plant, the sand, etc.) in which with how Calypso starts to basically vent with her whole

"I'm angry. I'm tired. I'm restless and sad." and so on, if her anger is causing the island to lash out as well. Not even realizing what she's doing.

The sand starts to crawl over his feet as though to keep him rooted to Ogygia. The wind becomes harsh as the leaves of trees rustle in anger as the branches start to loom over as though they are trying to grab him. The voices that echo her words are getting louder and louder in his ears. Foliage starts to close in and thorns are sharp and biting. The sand starts shifting near where the raft he built rests and Odysseus panics and

"I love you!"

"...You do?"

Only then does the island remain paradise once more. The world now quiet and serene, the sand becomes loose around his feet again so he runs to the raft, pushing off into the sea. Out of her reach of her domain. Poseidon's possible wrath is much preferable to the miserable cage of Ogygia with its Goddess who takes.

Opening the sail, he turns back and finishes with "But not in the way you want me to."

The wind picks up and her anger unintentionally pushes him further away. Odysseus lied to her, just as she "wished". Odysseus watches from afar, safe from her, as Ogygia and its raging earth gets smaller and smaller. For the first time in a very long time, he can breathe in relief and starts to feel hope bloom.

[colapopppart]

I’ve compiled as many little jrwis from school as I can find, mostly from the margins of my notes lol. some are more cursed than others (strange bugg eyed wiwi). they are mostly wiwi but others also make an appearance

From this I’ve learned I’m allergic to drawing any character below the chest unless they are in funny little guy form

[seaofolives]

duo is a guy who's walked in on these two far too many times than he'd care to admit

[snailcubezz]

i offer textpost funnies. i will reblog with more later (sorry its mostly ted LOL)

[jazdrawsmtas]

"The Light thanks you, my child."

[crabbunch]

for @mcyt-aro-week - day 5 - flowers/wedding

"Etho," Bdubs says. "Should- should we get married?"

Etho blinks and sits up, moving his head out of Bdubs's lap. "What?"

"Well- hey, you didn't have to move," Bdubs pouts. "I mean, should we get married?"

"Why?" Etho says. He's not wearing his mask right now, and even with it on, he manages to expressive. He's obviously confused, which is weird, because Bdubs sort of thought...

"Well, you know," Bdubs laughs a little awkwardly as he rubs the back of his head. "It's- I mean, we're- I don't know! It just seems like something we could do."

It's hard to explain. He loves Etho. It's a deep, deep love, too, because Bdubs loves often and easily, and that's fine, he loves loving people, but Etho- Etho and him have been entangled with each other for so long that it's different. Bdubs knows Etho, and Etho knows Bdubs. Bdubs would do anything for a lot of people. He loves it. He loves them. But Etho...

Well. He's special. And maybe that kind of connection requires some kind of... marking. Celebration.

"I just kind of thought," Etho says. "That- um- marriage was for people in love."

"Bwuh- huh?" Bdubs says. "But- isn't that us?"

"What?" says Etho. "Um, no, I didn't think so..."

"Well, I do love you, you know," Bdubs says. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Etho looks away, and a horrible dread rises up from Bdubs's stomach.

"But... um, you love me, right?" Bdubs says, voice wavering.

"Well, yeah!" Etho says. "Just- I mean, not in the get-married way."

"Oh," says Bdubs. "Oh! Well, that's fine. Okay!"

"Okay?" Etho chuckles, shoulders relaxing slightly with relief.

"Yeah, I was scared you were going to be like- oh, you've been hanging out with me for all this time, and you hated me for all of it, and were just too shy to say so. Wow!" Bdubs laughs. "So who would you want to get married to?"

"Um," says Etho. "I don't really know. No one, maybe."

"Oh!" Bdubs says. "So you- so if you're not saving your marriage for anyone, can we still do it?"

"Huh?" says Etho. "Oh, yeah, sure."

"Hey! You were so worked up about it earlier, and now you're just giving in!?" Bdubs says. "What's with that?"

"Huh? Well, if you're fine marrying someone who doesn't return your feelings, I'm fine with it," Etho says. "I like the idea of wedding presents."

"No, but-" Bdubs breaks off and grabs his face in his hands, frustrated. "It's not the hearts and kissing and stuff, because like, I wanna do that to you, but I don't care if you want to do it to me. It's just- you know me, yeah? And I know you. And that's the thing that I care about. That's the reciprocation."

"Oh," says Etho. He smiles. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I love you. Like that."

"So we can get married?" Bdubs says hopefully.

"Of course," Etho says. "Make sure you require people to bring gifts on the invitation, though."

"You got it," Bdubs promises him.

- - -

Neither of them wear white. Etho, who has about 20 copies of the same outfit and wears nothing else, wears the same outfit he always wears. Bdubs isn't really surprised.

Bdubs borrows one of Cleo's dresses and looks absolutely fabulous in it, even if he does keep tripping over the hem. They pinned it up for him, but it's still far too long- NOT because he's short. Because Cleo's a giant.

It's totally worth it though.

Scar officiates, which means that there's a 75% chance they aren't actually legally married, but Bdubs isn't too bothered about it. This is more for sentiment than anything else. Actually, it's probably a good thing if his finances aren't tied to Etho's, since he commits tax fraud. Etho doesn't take off his mask when they kiss, which kind of sucks, but is also par for the course. Joel monologues loudly to anyone who will listen about the deep bond he and Etho share.

"Congrats," Grian says, grinning like a shark as he downs what has to be his 12th glass of punch, seemingly unaffected by it. "You've got a nice hustle going on here."

"You-! You and Scar and Mumbo did the same thing last season!" Bdubs protests.

"Yeah, but we ended up meaning it," Grian says dismissively. "This? Well, I mean, maybe you mean something by it. Etho doesn't."

Bdubs chokes on his own cup of punch.

Back in the games-

Well. Bdubs tries to keep his lives separate, but it's hard when some of his closest allies don't even bother pretending like it never happened. Etho and Cleo are always rubbing it in his face, the jerks!

The point being- he doesn't like thinking about it, but back in the games, when Bdubs had been red for the umpteenth time and not quite desperate, he had thought-

"He loves me."

And everyone had laughed.

Because the thing was- it had been a little bit of a lie. Playing up the role. Leaning into the blind faith that had carried him that far. But the faith had been there, and it had gotten him that far, so-

Etho doesn't love easily, and when he does, it's a choice, fragile and thin-spun from familiarity and the thrill of trying to stay. It's a little different from the love Bdubs feels- even the platonic kind.

And. The thing had been. That Etho hadn't chosen to love him then. Or he had, but it hadn't been enough, or maybe it was never love at all and it was just- the knowledge that Bdubs was Bdubs and Etho was Etho and that they'd always find each other.

Etho plays into the roles he's given, just like Bdubs. He's a little more subtle about it, sure, but Joel decides that they're soulmates and Etho plays along. Gem decides that he's washed up and he plays along. Cleo decides that they're divorced and he plays along.

Bdubs says, he loves me, and Etho lets him die.

That's how he knows there's something more than Etho just playing along there.

"Well, you think what you want," Bdubs says dismissively, and wanders off. It doesn't matter if Grian knows that he and Etho have stumbled into something a little different than love.

"Bdubs!" Etho shouts, waving him over to the gift table. "Look what Skizz got us!"

"A crockpot?" Bdubs squints.

"An essential for any newly-wed couple," Skizz says sagely.

"Well, if you say so," Bdubs says, and sits down next to Etho to help him unwrap presents.