#this is very rushed oops

[unusualcharm]

Silly jester thing

[modawg]

i would like percy to blood bend his own blood at least once pls (._.) like that sounds so crazy but the idea of percy getting stabbed or injured to the point that fight or flight starts kicking in causing him to bend his own blood to either kick ass or just live another day is a CRAZY concept to me

like we saw a slightly similar version of that in tartarus where he started tweaking but i feel like it would be so crazy to see it much more life or death then his going nuts like he did

like maybe he’d still overkill but it would make a little more sense since he’d be literally bleeding out yk what i mean

[kelddaa]

Hermit-A-Day #20: Gem!

Twentieth day of this drawing challenge/fundraiser, yeah yeah yeah!!

This is later than I usually post but it’s still the 20th in my time zone! Just got busy with IRL stuff

[b1tstar]

🎈📱RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC...THINGY!!! ⬇️

ALLAT JUST FOR A JOKE 0_o

[anartisticalniche]

Quick doodles of @lizaluvsthis and @shygirl4991 Coffee Shop AU, because Barista SMG4 is something I didn't know I needed until now

[bloos-bloo]

Young Frog lady

Old doodle- I forgot I drew it, I should draw Heket more but AAAAA like Shamura I struggle

[vrgssmncht]

MEDITERRANEAN CONEHEAD MANTIS OR EMPUSA PENNATA FOR DAY TWO LETS GOOOO

[sourtrot]

THXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! flowers and confetti for all of you! 💋🥳

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[absolutedarkstar]

very rushed muni drawing.. i love her i hope she explodes

[albino-parakeet]

Skytober Day 16 Free Day (Initial D AE86)

The car parked at the office looks different today.

Mothless version under cut

[stargazerlillian]

Geoffrey Rush at the closing ceremony of the 22nd Transylvania International Film Festival.

[nyxofdemons]

i think the best way i can articulate why this episode is my favorite of the whole show so far is that it was so emotionally gratifying i don't even care about the pacing issues

[skishie]

@hydatiid i got too excited

[fruitybashir]

holidate ch6 spoilers without context, anyone?

[a-lonely-dunedain]

“Who did this to you?” For the Situations prompts!

this week on: Taz Continues to Not Actually Use the Exact Prompt Dialog in the Ficlet! Elain finally found a way to get Margim talking a little bit about her past! did not know what she signed up for.

Warning for mentioned past harm to a child (nothing spoken about in detail but it is very briefly discussed. comes with the territory of Margim's backstory)

To call the newest resident of Lhan Tarran ‘quiet’ would be an almost comical understatement.

No one knew much of anything about her, besides the fact that she had come from somewhere far to the south, and that a hard road had led her here. That much was clear from the numerous battle scars all over her. No one knows exactly where she’s from, or why exactly she looks… like that, but no one is particularly inclined to pry into her past much.  She is strong and willing to help them with just about anything they could ask of her, the least they could do is offer a little privacy in return.

That isn’t to say none of them were curious, Elain most of all. She had taken a particular interest in this mysterious newcomer, and was determined to eventually learn of her past.  Not by trying to force anything out of her of course, but she hoped to befriend Margim, and maybe then she would be willing to speak more openly about her past. And even if not, at least she’ll get another friend out of it, a victory either way as far as Elain was concerned.

But befriending her proved a much harder task than she expected it to be. Margim wasn’t exactly unfriendly, but she was very difficult to talk to, only ever giving short responses to questions and rarely asking them herself. It did not seem she was trying to be rude so much as she was just… very shy. Which Elain found quite strange, as she was clearly a battled-tested warrior. Anyone else with that many impressive scars would jump at an opportunity to boast of their exploits.

Not Margim, though. She rarely ever spoke unless spoken to.

But Elain had a plan to coax Margim out of her shell, and it seemed foolproof. 

She offered to teach Margim the art of bone-carving, to pass the time on sunny afternoons when it was too hot to get any work done. She noticed Margim would always retreat beneath the shade of the trees during this time anyway, and it seemed like a good excuse to spend more time with her. Margim, who seemed to have a very hard time saying ‘no’ to anyone and didn’t have much to do around that time anyway, of course agreed to it. Elain hoped that after sitting in silence for hours working on their craft, Margim might finally get bored enough to be willing to engage in conversation.

She might have underestimated Margim’s patience, though. The first few days of this passed in almost complete silence, save for Elain’s attempts at striking up short-lived conversation and Margim occasionally asking a question or two about the task at hand. It was a little awkward, but Margim was at least consistently showing up to their meeting spot, so at least she seemed to enjoy her lessons? Hopefully? She is very hard to read.

But Elain is nothing if not determined, and Margim did make for a great listener at least. Slowly but surely she started to speak a little more openly.

Elain was recounting the tale of a fierce battle she had with one of the Dragon-Clan’s pet worms. It was truly the largest of their kind she had ever seen, and a victory she was most proud of. She still wore a necklace made from the worm’s teeth, and always jumped at the opportunity to tell of how they earned her that rugged scar on her leg.

“Oh, I got this one from a worm too.” Margim observed quietly, motioning to a shallow scar running along her shoulder that was mostly covered by her garment. “Or… was it the orc riding the worm…? It was a long time ago.” she shrugs without looking up from the small figurine she was working on.

“Oh! You fought both at once?” Elain asked excitedly, eager to finally hear something of Margim’s past.

Margim nodded “orcs don’t really like to fight fair.”

“Heh, I guess that’s the one benefit to living in Trum Dreng, we’re far enough from the mountains not to have many problems with orcs or goblins. I’ve never fought one myself, but I hear they can be quite fearsome.”

“If you’re lucky you’ll never have to. Their stench is almost as deadly as their blades.” Margim says dryly, the corner of her lips bearing the faintest hint of a smile. Elain chuckles, that’s the first joke she thinks she’s ever heard from Margim.

“What about that one?” she motions to the deep scar running over the bridge of Margim’s nose, almost from one cheek to the other “I’d imagine there’s quite a story behind that. What sort of foe was it?” her curiosity finally won out over courtesy.

Margim’s hands stopped and she looks away “oh, this one… this one did not come from a battle.” she nearly whispers, absentmindedly running her fingers over the ridges of it “It’s very old, from my childhood actually, though I guess you couldn’t tell on account of how poorly it’s healed.”

Elain’s brow furrows and her heart sinks “...Was it some sort of accident?” She isn’t sure if she should be asking more about it, but she did anyway without thinking, hoping it was merely a freak accident. The thought of someone intentionally- it’s too horrifying. Elain hopes it isn’t that, but she knows a scar left from a blade when she sees it.

“You might say that.” her eyes remained fixed somewhere far away from Elain “I accidentally looked at someone the wrong way I guess. This was the repercussion.” Her voice is flat and her face seemingly emotionless, but there’s a certain intentionality behind it, as if she is afraid to express anything else. “I… don’t remember much else about it.” her voice became ever so slightly unsteady.

“I’m- Margim I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have asked, that’s-” she eventually stammered, equally horrified at the reason behind her scar, and shamed for making Margim tell her of it. She had been able to gather that Margim did not come from a good place, but she had no idea the extent of it. For someone to hurt a child like that…

“It’s fine. You didn’t know.” she assured, low voice once again carefully composed, but still unable to look at Elain. “But… can we please talk about something else?”

“Oh, of course” But the conversation quickly died after that, and they finished their work for the day mostly in silence.

She didn’t expect Margim to want to continue the bone-carving lessons after that. Elain felt as if she had stepped over a line in asking about her scars. While it might be a normal topic of conversation amongst warriors, it’s clear to her now why Margim never wished to engage in it before, and she fears she may have pushed her too far too quickly. While it was true she couldn’t have known, she still felt awful about it and wouldn’t blame Margim for wanting to avoid her after that.

Yet, much to her surprise, she found Margim waiting for her there in their usual spot the next day. She looked at Elain expectantly, she didn’t smile –she almost never did– but Elain did get the impression that she was happy to see her. At least, she did not seem unhappy to see her. Margim remained very hard to read, but she was there, and that must count for something right?