#on the hunt: pretty things

[nottadog]

( Adding two more tags to help )

[miiilowo]

mom said it's my turn on the ponynatural (+rambling about their cutiemarks in the tags)

[lesbianwyllravengard]

I love wyllstarion because Wyll is one "Astarion admits all of his weird ass fantasies about things Wyll could do to him in bed but never would in reality" conversation away from realising his full potential as a monsterfucker and unlearning his catholic levels of guilt.

[fisheito]

theyre touching tails and looking at ducks together now. tomorrow they'll braid each other's hair and decorate it with kelp ribbons

[skonksrus]

Neon Tigre

[sdrose93]

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation 😍❤‍🔥

[fjordfolk]

Finally put this years' ribbon crops up with last year's, technically our last shows are this weekend but mentally I think we're both done for the season and doubt she'll place. Still can't believe she grabbed a CC at a specialty show with 85 entries tho

[novusimperialis]

boss makes a dollar, i make a dime, that why i create a 'mech themed around a red fox and their hunting habits that can theoretically deal a 73 damage alphastrike on company time

[crossedwithblue]

random thought bc I've been listening to Six on repeat: the queens claim that the only reason they're remembered is because of Henry, but would Henry be one of the most iconic and well-known English monarchs if not for them?

[corishadowfang]

GIVE BRAIN A HORSE-- (I'm joining the horseposting, haha.)

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            “…Master Brain.  What is that?”

            Brain, for his part, didn’t seem particularly concerned with the situation.  He wasn’t even looking at Sigurd, calmly petting the—the creature he’d apparently decided to lead into Headquarters.  “A horse.”

            “…Right.  I…suppose I can see that.”  Sigurd had the vague urge to rub his temples.  Or shake Brain, maybe—but then, he supposed he probably wasn’t supposed to do that to a Union Leader, so vaguely-strained questioning would have to do.  “And…why is it here?”

            “Followed me.”

            “From where?”

            Brain finally looked at him and grinned, smile just a little too sharp for his liking.  “Don’t worry about it.”

            …He was going to have to file an incident report later, wasn’t he.

            “Master Brain,” Sigurd said, trying very, very hard to keep his voice level and failing, “you didn’t…steal this, did you?”

            “Not as far as you’re aware.  Her name’s Lux, by the way.”

            “Master Brain—”

            “She belonged to Romulus and I owed Remus a favor.”  Brain shrugged, like that was a normal thing to do, but Sigurd guessed he didn’t really know what the Union Leaders had done on their off-time.  (It was such a strange image that it threw him for a moment.  The Union Leaders, engaging in petty theft and pranks?  It didn’t fit the image that had been built up in the stories.)

            “What would Master Ephemer think,” Sigurd started, trying to get his train of thought back on track, “if he found out you’d stolen someone’s—”

            “He’d help, probably.”  Brain tilted his head, looking thoughtful.  “Maybe not successfully.”  Gently, he tugged on the horse’s halter, and it took Sigurd a moment to realize he was bringing her closer, wait no he didn’t know how to act around horses—  “She’s not going to hurt you,” Brain said, face crinkling in amusement that seemed sincere rather than the strained sort of thing Sigurd usually saw.  “Look, just pet her.  She’s pretty gentle.”

            The horse nosed his shoulder with a quiet snort, and Sigurd side-stepped a little, hands pulled in.  It made her nervous, apparently, because she pulled her head back quickly, ears flicking and hooves tapping an unsteady sort of beat.  Brain shushed her, and she calmed quickly, but Sigurd stared at her with trepidation.

            …Of all the things the Union Leader had done, this was probably one of the strangest.  He’d ditched meetings, harassed the Founders, and generally tried to stick his nose in places he probably shouldn’t, but those all felt some degree of normal.  Frustrating, but Sigurd knew how to deal with that.  He wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with a horse.

            But he looks happy, something in the back of his mind whispered, and—so he did.  Brain wasn’t watching him; his expression had gone soft, hand carefully stroking the horse’s muzzle.  He looked more relaxed than Sigurd had ever seen him.

            He could feel something in him crumbling, and he knew he was going to regret this later, but he sighed, his whole body sinking with the sound.  “Well,” he said, resigned, “do we need to find somewhere to hide her?”

            Brain glanced at him, head cocked and eyes narrowed.

            “…We’re just taking her to the meeting, aren’t we.”

            (It was almost worth the odd stares and whispers throughout the meeting to watch Brain introduce the horse to his new-found friends later.  Almost.

            The fact that Brain apparently didn’t know how to ride the horse, however, felt a little more vindicating.)

[thestobingirlie]

i love the scene where steve hits billy with his car for a lot of reasons, but one of it is for the monster hunting trio of it all.

so, jonathan’s in the car, trying to get away, nancy’s standing guard, shooting at billy, and steve is the one that swoops in at the last second, sacrificing himself for them (obviously he didn’t die, but could’ve so it still counts)

anyway! first of all, you get the parallels to season 1, with jonathan repeatedly dragging the both of them away from the demogorgon and to safety, nancy shooting the demogorgon to try to save them, and steve running in, to dive in front of the demogorgon.

just, like, at their core, these characters aren’t totally different. they’re changed by what they’ve witnessed, but their instincts are still the same, even nearly two years later, they’re still trying to save each other.

just, in both seasons, they’re protecting, but in different ways. jonathan is trying to save them by getting away, nancy is trying to save them by killing the thing that’s threatening them, and steve is trying to save them by diving in front of them all, and doing whatever he can to protect them.

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[petiolata]

Me finding out hyper-responsibility and responsibility OCD are a thing 😐 never read about a disorder/behavior that so specifically matched my weird f**king problems.

Guess I will bring this up in therapy...

[an1muuarts]

the slayer and the voices as birbs:

the slayer - a silhouette of an owl, in an anthropomorphic form

hero - crow

cold - vulture

contrarian - mockingbird

opportunist - seagull

smitten - swan

skeptic - owl

hunted - finch

cheated - cuckoo pidgeon

stubborn - woodpecker

broken - dove

paranoid - starling

narrator - raven

[salty-an-disco]

fuck it, gonna start doing my stp-posting here too (its vibes fit DE, so–)

Did some more scribbles for some vague designs concepts. The ones on the first image came to me very easily, and I just didn’t have much energy to put much thought on their designs, but with Hunted, Paranoid, and Skeptic, I had to really stop and think about what I thought could best pass on their attributes (hence, the notes with some of my thought process lol).

Opportunistic and Smitten just really evade my mind tho; it’s not that I don’t have any idea for how they look like, it’s that I have TOO MANY ideas on what they could look like, and they all conflict with each other ksmddijdjdjf

[qmabailor]

This is so niche but I'm bored:

Rook, in his feathered hat wearing a Guy Faux mask: I can assure you I mean you no harm.

MC on the ground clutching pepper spray: Who are you?!

Rook: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

MC: Well I can see that.

Rook: Of course you can. I am not questioning your powers of observation. I am merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man, Who. He is.

MC: Oh.... right.

Rook: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace subriquet to suggest the character of this dramatic persona.

*Rook bows and places his cape across his face. Then with a swift swish he "emerges" from behind.*

Rook: Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This Visage no mere veneer of vanity is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.

*Rook's words quicken a sense of urgency present in every syllable.*

Rook: HOWEVER, This valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified. And has vowed vanquish these venal and virulent, vanguarding vice and vouchafing the violent and viscious in violation of volition.

*A brief pause. Rook begins again but this time his voice is lower with a slight rasp to it.*

Rook: The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta. Held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.

Rook: *Chuckles breathlessly* Verily this viscious visage of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. *Rook bows to MC*

MC: ..... Are you like a crazy person?

Rook: I am quite sure they will say so.