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forget-me-maybe · 6 months ago
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WIP Whenever
thank you @lizziemajestic for the tag and the steamy sneak peak.
ummmm i'm all over the place writing at things i thought i'd never touch again and nothing's finished BUT last wip whatever i posted a part from my rolan/tav modern music au thingy and perhaps i'll just throw out more of it in its unfinished state. yeah. i'll do that.
tags? tags! @kimberbohwrites @toads-treasures @waterdeep-weavemoss
here we go! 2,8k words. as last time warning for incorrect things. also warning for overuse of changing pov and strange pacing and my inability to make them stop talking.
oh they get down and dirty this time!!!
Tav’s has a long day; work, a very exciting meeting with an independent record company, rehearsal, and little does she know it’s about to get longer. She’s so tired as she heads towards the door to her flat that she almost trips over the long legs that are splayed across the corridor. 
Rolan.
And not only Rolan, a passed out, beaten up Rolan. 
Panic surges through her as she tries to wake him up, only to receive incoherent mumbles in return. She has to dial the emergency number four times before she gets it right. The patient operator calms her down as she can’t remember which godsdamned street she’s lived on for the last four years. 
The wait for the ambulance is even worse. Every second is a minute. Every minute is an hour. She holds his hand, placing light kisses to his knuckles, begging him to wake up. He doesn’t even have to talk to her once he does, just knowing he’ll be alright is enough. 
The operator talks calmingly to her throughout it all, updating her on when the ambulance will arrive and makes sure Tav checks Rolan’s pulse and breathing. In Tav’s panic she has the lucidity to make a mental note of sending flowers once all this is over. As long as he makes it through. If not she will never forgive herself for not being more stubborn with him. 
A hand on her shoulder pulls her out of her spiralling thoughts. 
“We’ll take it from here,” the green-clad half-orc tells her. 
The half-orc and a human check Rolan’s vital signs before they load him up on a stretcher to carry him down the stairs to the ambulance. Tav’s not sure how it happens but soon she’s sitting in the back of the ambulance with the half-orc examining Rolan. 
“Do you know what happened to him?” they ask. 
Tav shakes her head. “I found him like that when I got home.” 
The half-orc hums thoughtfully before turning their attention back to Rolan, controlling some sort of fluid. 
“We’ll take good care of him.” 
Tav nods. 
~*~
The room Rolan wakes up in is bright, almost uncomfortably so, but at least he wakes up. That’s progress he in hindsight can’t say was a given. Even before his vision adjusts to the brightness the telltale low beeping informs him that he’s in a hospital room. 
A strange weight covers his upper thighs, for a moment he thinks he’s broken them too but after a couple of blinks to sharpen his vision he sees the head of short hair resting on his legs. He can’t help but wonder how long she’s been sitting by his bedside to get tired enough to fall asleep in what looks like a very uncomfortable position. 
The thought brings a lump to his throat. How selfish it was of him to turn to her. How undeserving of her time he is. 
Yet, he wants to reach out and touch her. Stroke her hair.
Bad idea, it turns out, since moving causes every single cell in his body to scream in pain. At least he has the restraint to only let out a groan. 
The woman on his lap stirs before yanking herself away from him. 
“Shit, sorry,” she mumbles, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Blue eyes meet his and relief colours her face. “You’re awake.” 
“I am.” 
“Why didn't you go to the hospital right away?” she scolds as relief is replaced with anger. “Do you have any idea how scared I was? Wasting precious time laying around in my stairwell, bleeding into your abdomen like you’ve got nothing better to do!” 
“Excuse me for not being aware of the extent — ” another groan of pain cuts him off. Getting riled up is apparently not something he’s capable of at this very moment. 
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” she says softly, rising from her chair. “I’ll get a nurse.” 
Once he’s updated on the extent of his injuries (five broken ribs, a ruptured spleen and some internal bleeding), and pumped up with some painkiller that makes everything a bit fuzzy by a nurse that looks an awful lot like the singer in Tav’s band, he can finally move enough to reach out and grab Tav’s hand. 
“Thank you,” he whispers, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. Tav just hums in noncommittally and places the back of his hand against her cheek. 
She’s beautiful, he thinks. 
“You’re high,” she says. 
Can she read his thoughts? 
Tav chuckles. 
“You should rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” 
He wants to argue, but that didn’t work out well last time. He’s too hurt, too exhausted to say anything. 
Or maybe he’s just greedy. 
~*~
Tav refuses to let Rolan go back to his dorm after he tells her about what Lorroakan puts him through. Which means she’s now sharing her small flat with the recovering pianist. Tav also refuses to let him take the sofa, it’d be completely unreasonable to put the tall man on that tiny piece of furniture when there’s a short woman who fits on it way better. 
That’s their first disagreement. 
Their second is whenever they want to listen to anything. Tav wants something fast and upbeat as she cooks, Rolan prefers an Amnian fantasia. In an attempt to compromise, they make a playlist on Songify together that’s just too chaotic for any of them to listen to. 
They haven’t kissed again, not that Tav doesn’t want to. She wants to kiss him so bad she’s acting stupid sometimes. But she’s not going to take advantage of him being in a vulnerable situation where he might feel like he owes it to her. 
No, she’s going to have to stop thinking with her pussy and chill the fuck out. 
It’s hard though, as he’s still on sick-leave he spends his days in her flat while Tav’s spending more time away from home, the band signed the deal and are working tirelessly at recording. She tries to convince herself it’s good to give Rolan space but whenever she gets home he asks her so many questions about her day it almost feels like an interrogation. 
It’s just until they’ve found a permanent solution, she tells herself. 
The thought of whatever that permanent solution could be keeps her up at night, weighing their options but always coming to the conclusion that Rolan won’t be safe to go back to Ramazith’s as long as Lorroakan is there. 
She’s not completely sure she could get away with murder. 
She could probably get away with blackmail. 
Her plotting is interrupted by a whine coming from her bed, Rolan’s usual soft snores are replaced with sounds of distress as he tosses and turns in bed. 
With soft steps in no more than her sleeping t-shirt and grandma panties she makes her way over to the bed and sits on the edge. What’s the proper procedure for someone having nightmares? Touching seems inappropriate but talking should be fine, she assumes. 
“Rolan, hey,” she speaks as softly as she can. “It’s alright, you’re safe. You’re in my flat, you know, the girl from the street and the store. I’m going to make sure you’re safe from that bastard.”
As she speaks, Rolan’s breathing slows down. Tav continues to babble on about her day, telling him about an interaction she had at work. She told him about it earlier when she got home but it was a lovely, little lady and it seems like the kind of story that can pull someone out from a nightmare. 
“I like hearing your voice.” 
“Thank you, well, as I said – oh.” Tav stares into burning, golden eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You were having a – ” 
“A nightmare, yes.” He sighs and rubs his eyes. 
“Are you alright?” Tav asks carefully. 
“I am now.” He chews the inside of his mouth before he speaks again. “Would you stay?” 
“I’m just across the room, I’m not going anywhere til ten.” 
“I mean in bed. With me.” His voice is so small and his eyes filled with unshed tears. 
Tav nods. 
Rolan pulls away his blanket to give her access, not sure what level of touching is appropriate she lets him take the lead as she lies down next to him. And he does, looping one arm around her waist to pull her close to his chest, his breath hot against her forehead. Their legs entangle so naturally Tav thinks they must be made for each other. 
“Is this okay?” he asks. 
“Yes,” she breathes out. 
Rolan hums in content and she swears she feels the shadow of a kiss against her forehead. 
~*~
Short, black hair tickles Rolan’s nose as he wakes up. A night of nightmares he doesn’t want to linger on turned into a comfortable dreamless sleep thanks to the woman currently pressed against his chest. She has turned around sometime during the night and his hand has made its way to rest lazily against her soft stomach. Their tails are intertwined in the way only lovers’ are supposed to. 
He wishes that was the case, but he can’t exploit her kindness more than he already has. 
He steals a quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table. 6:07. Almost two hours before Tav’s usual wake-up time. Fighting the tinge of guilt that flows through him, perhaps he’ll play pretend until then at least. He tightens his grip on Tav ever so slightly and nuzzles into her hair. She smells of leather, vanilla and something that must just be her. 
“What time is it?” she mumbles, voice hoarse from sleep. He curses himself for waking her up. 
“Early, go back to sleep,” he whispers. 
Tav turns around in his arms and he’s met with a sleepy smile and squinting eyes. 
“You okay?” 
“More than okay,” he says. “Are you?” 
“I have to pee,” she mumbles. 
He huffs in amusement, always so eloquent. He lets go of Tav and he mourns the loss of contact as she stands up. In her not-fully-awake state she bumps into a chair and releases a line of tired curses as she makes her way to the bathroom. Rolan shakes his head and lies on his back, staring into the ceiling. 
As the toilet flushes and he hears her wash her hands, he expects Tav to go back to the sofa to sleep the rest of the morning. But to his surprise, and delight, she heads back towards him. He gets a surge of confidence and extends his arms to invite her into an embrace. Without missing a beat she crawls onto the bed and ends up on top of him, her face pressed against his chest again and her legs on either side of his thighs. 
He thinks of Volo’s Guide to Classical Music in order to not have his attraction to her make itself known against her stomach. 
“The last time we were in a similar position it didn’t end well,” Tav muses. 
“Perhaps we should try another position then.” He feels her tense on top of him. 
Hells, what is it with this woman and his brain-to-mouth connection completely malfunctioning? 
“Apologies, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”  
“No, no, no,” she says and looks up at him, all her features full of remorse. “It was stupid of me to even talk about that night. I’m sorry.” 
“It was a very pleasant night until I overreacted.” 
“I stuck my nose in something I shouldn’t have.” 
“I’ll gladly have you stick your nose in all my business henceforth.” 
She gets something mischievous in her eyes. 
��So, in the spirit of sticking my nose in your business,” she muses. “What other position would you like to try then?” 
There goes exactly all of his blood from his head down to his cock and there’s no way she can’t feel it. The smug smirk on her lips <i>tells</i> him she can feel it. 
But two can play this game and the doctor had said he would be allowed some light physical activity by now. So, with some quick movements and a strong hold on her hips, he’s turned them around with Tav releasing a small, high-pitched sound of surprise as she lands on her back underneath him. 
“How about this one?” he asks, brushing his nose against her jawline. 
“A classic.” She giggles. 
“Hm.” He manoeuvres them again but to the side so Tav’s half upper body is hanging down the side of the bed. Now she’s laughing hysterically, her t-shirt falling victim to gravity revealing skin that he longs to dig his teeth in. 
“I preferred the last one,” she coughs out between bursts of laughter. 
“Hm, I think I did too.” 
Happy to oblige he pulls her up from the side of the bed and lands on top of her again. Giggles die down and eyes meet, just as he’s about to claim her lips with his, she speaks. 
“Wait, Rolan, you’re sure about this?” she asks, her voice so small, so sincere it almost hurts him. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because I’m helping you out. I’d do that either way.” 
“Tav, I’m sure,” he says. “But only if you are.” 
“One hundred percent certain.” 
And then finally he gets to kiss her, not clouded by alcohol like last time, just the two of them as the first rays of sunshine start to seep through the curtains. It’s not long until tongues intertwine with each other and hands search for places not yet explored. 
Whatever clothes they had worn to bed the evening before are quickly discarded in piles next to the bed. Sloppy kisses are placed down Tav’s neck to reach newly exposed skin. He tests the water a bit, leaving a love bite on her collarbone that elicits a moan from Tav’s kissing bruised lips. 
“Is that alright?” he asks, searching her face for any discomfort. 
“Do it again.” 
A growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he makes his way to her breasts, sucking on one pert nipple before placing his mouth around the whole areola and biting down. The moan that leaves Tav’s lips this time borders on a scream and he wants to do everything in his power to hear that again. So, he gives the other breast the same attention and lo and behold, she does it again. 
But there’s another part of Tav that is begging for his attention. 
Impatiently he moves down to between her thighs, enjoying the whimpers she makes as he nibbles lightly on the soft flesh of her thighs. He moves closer and closer to her glistening centre and lets his tongue run lazily across her slit. 
He explores, switching paces and pressure to see what makes her let out the most beautiful sounds and what makes the hand in his hair tighten its grip. Once he’s found the best rhythm, he plays her like a symphony until his name flows like a prayer from her lips. 
Tav’s thighs tighten around his head and her back arches as she releases a flood of liquid. He laps hungrily as she squirms with every touch of his tongue, riding out her orgasm. 
He rests his cheek against her stomach for a moment, letting her catch her breath as he idly runs her claws over his scalp. Were he to die this very moment, he’d die a happy man. 
A gentle tug on his horn turns his attention back to Tav’s face.
“I need you on your back,” she says. 
“I thought we were against that position.” 
“It’s not quite the position I have in mind.” She licks her lips. “Let me return the favour.” 
Positions are switched and Tav’s on top of him, administering light kisses down his neck. She switches between kissing, sucking and biting as she trails down his body, fickling playfully with her tongue at one of his nipples which is a sensation he’s not used to but, to his surprise, very much enjoys. 
And just like he did to her moments before, she moves down his body to reach his leaking cock. Just the sight of her down between his thighs makes him almost lose himself. She kisses up his shaft, every touch of her lips sends a spike of electricity through him. 
It takes everything in his power not to spill himself as she licks the head of his cock. She grabs his hand, guiding it to the back of her head. 
“You can set the pace, but if I tap on your thigh you have to let go. Sounds good?”
“Yes,” he pants out. 
The warmth of her mouth encloses around him, her tongue pushing against the underside of his cock. He feels the back of her throat as she takes as much of him as she can handle. At first, he lets her do her magic on her own. But he grows greedy, setting a pace that works has him bordering on the edge, sloppy sounds leave her mouth as she takes almost his whole length. She hasn’t tapped out but he’s still afraid he might be pushing her too far. 
But then she moans around him and he comes completely undone, thrusting his hips towards her and spilling his seed deep down her throat. An apology sits on the tip of his tongue as he looks down, she shoots him a smirk like a cat who got the cream licking her lips. 
She crawls up to lie down on his chest again, a feeling of warm content spreads from his heart throughout the rest of his body. 
He glances at the clock. 
7:04. 
Good. 
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imjustwritingg · 2 years ago
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I saw on twitter you said you’re changing the chapters number again for nbtlyg? 👀
That would be correct. There will be another update to the chapter count. Partly because I don’t wanna rush through the last little bit of the fic, but also because I HATE with a passion that I ended Maybe It Was Fate on an odd number of chapters. And the idea of doing that again with NBTLYG puts an itch in my head that I can’t scratch.
So yes, there will be an increase to the number of chapters. The final number is most likely going to be 60 and no more than that, (I mean it). Still don’t know how the hell I wrote a fic this long???? — but it’s plenty of time to send Pretty Boy and Blondie off into their happily ever after and I can’t wait to share all the goodness with you.
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mistakes-have-been-made · 3 months ago
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I love it when even Greek mythology also affects my music taste because what is this-
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I- look man it's just good idk what to say
If you happen to know any other Greek mythology musicals please let me know I would love to add more to the collection :3
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clickety-clacker · 19 days ago
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Been seeing so many cool Clickies on my dashboard since getting into GGG, I just had to take the time to draw a few of them- plus, it was a bit of a challenge to try new styles. A lot of these guys were also super influential to how I draw and even think about Click Clack on my own time, so you should definitely check them out! Names below the cut cus it got long heehoo
Top left: @malartsorte
Top middle (holding papers): @scribblelimbo
Top right: @wishgraanted
Leftmost middle: @beastwhimsy
Middle (peace sign!): @sootnuki
Rightmost middle: @molabuddy
Bottom left: @pespillo
Bottom middle: @artuurle
Bottom right: @modmad
I know I said it already, but all of yall are super cool and I had a lot of fun challenging myself to make this! Keep on being awesome 👍
#ggg#great god grove#click clack#my art#genuinely some of you guys completely changed how i interpret click clack. for real#both visually yes but also like#as a character.#special shoutout to malartsorte and modmad for being huge influences on my headcanons#a lot of stuff yall brought up was stuff i never even considered. its cool#beastwhimsy has always been a huge inspiration for my art style and is one of the reasons i gave ggg a try#in the first place#and ur click is so cuuute and awesome and was the first insp i remember seeing of bnuuy click. changed me#graant's fic holds a VERY special place in my heart its so good. and your take on click clack is so fucking unique and phenomenal#as much as your writing is#pespillo has such a fuckin cute click (and thesp) and has really neat takes ive delighted in reading#SOOTNUKI has been a huge insp for a lot of thangs and also just a delight to see art from. i get so happy every time i see one of ur guys#crossing my dash#marc. points at you. i fuckin love ur click hes so awesome#sophies art is so fucking pleasing and helps remind me that he is cartoony cus i tend to drift towards the realism side#and then i see ur stuff and go wait. cartoony stuff is so pleasing and fun. and i do it and have fun!!!!!!!#and artuurle. duude idk all of your stuff is fucking phenomenal. every time i see a post from you i get so excited#both your art and aus and headcanons and everything is all so so so delightful#im so glad to be able to see so many cool artists doing cool things#wow i rambled a lot in here. uh. if youre reading this still. sorry(?)#have a nice day
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janebonbon · 9 months ago
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Barnaby needs more outfits... His style is so immaculate!
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glitterghost · 1 year ago
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel like there is a particular kind of sadness (or loneliness, if you will) that ace/aro folk feel.
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idontcaboose · 6 months ago
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Haunted Car Au Part 12
Previous. Masterpost
Danny wasn't completely sure what all of the sound files Duke uploaded into the radio storage. Granted, the fact that there was apparently a 10 Terabyte hard drive just for the radio seemed a bit much, although it was over half full before Duke gave him a metric butt load of sound bytes, so maybe Batman was onto something. Now it was about three-quarters full…. How many files were there?
Either way, whoever named these files are the MvP of this entire situation. Either they were just the name of the saying, or we're named something like ‘exasperated 4’ and they were On Point!
Unfortunately there weren't any defined names other than movie references. Why were there three different versions of the “Hey, Becky, look at her butt” Danny didn't know, but he might use them for reasons.
Duke had left him alone with a disgruntled “Good Luck” after Danny started playing the ‘mood’ files to see exactly what they were. He figured Duke would come back in a few hours to have a “conversation” about his predicament. Until then……
DID THEY SOUND BYTE BATMAN HIMSELF?!?!?!
Next
@kizzer55555 @sebas-nights @candeartist422 @trappednyourheart @fandom-life-corrupted-me @tkiesai @2lbballpeenhammer @admiralwidow @rewrittenwrongs @whotfevenknowsanymore @symmetricalastigmatism @thespacedragons @atinygracie @okami-love @lesbian-spider-drone @1n0sss @forgetmenot-bluepurple
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myokk · 6 months ago
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ambigrueity · 1 day ago
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Rambling but
Trey is a very subtle character. Unlike most twst memebers a lot about him isn't explicitly said. He spends a lot of his time crafting a perfect image, so an outside perspective of him is difficult to present without there being certain biases in the way characters view him (Leona expecting there to be something more to his dream before realizing no it's just him wanting to bake to his hearts content or Rook believing that he's making tarts filled with love for Riddle but he himself is doing it out of necessity.) He keeps a lot of his emotions close to his chest too so it's not like he's going to talk about it himself. He doesn't soliloquize often. If you noticed in the maze section of Riddle's dream, he barely verbalized his own thoughts about the change in leadership, it was all "cater" driving the conversation. He's introverted and worries a lot about his perception to the point that he stifles what he wants to say in favor of smiling and tentatively manipulating the situation to remain comfortable. (Which Cater points out in Book 1 but THAT got mistranslated from Cater scolding Trey to Cater scolding himself about being more honest with his opinions which doesn't help the lack of understanding that people seem to have) Because he puts so much emphasis on his normalcy, fans seem to have a high expectation for his weirdness when it's kinda been in front of us the whole time. We're not the characters. He's not trying to fool us-- we have an omniscient view into everything he does. So it's obvious looking at it that he has a habit of being smothering/overdoing things. Vil points it out in maschef that he never really gives others space to grow because he's always there to cover every mistake. He hates mustard but believes he can get over it by forcing mustard into every food he can think of until someone had to stop him from putting it in cake and eating it. He's super fixated on dental hygiene and he gets tempted to bake so many different things, purchasing recipe books for fun, before reminding himself to reel it in because making too many would make it so that there was nowhere for those sweets to go. I feel like a lot of people missed a key point of his dream and that is I think Trey feels helpless a lot. A lot of the situations he ends up in are not in his control. So that's why he dotes and placates so that he can try to keep some semblance of it. An illusion of it. So his dream is a place where he doesn't have to do all these things to keep control. He just has it. He has his freedom to do as he likes without it costing him anything. A friend, his parent's dignity, the dorm. He doesn't need to be afraid of any of it. So he allows himself a faulty degree of overindulgence because peace and normalcy doesn't hinge on him. In the real world, every cake he prepared was for peace. But this time the cakes were just cakes. They weren't secretly disguised peace treaties or white flags. In the real world each baked good is within a rule or serves a purpose. In his dream, they can just exist. Just like him. Well anyway sorry brain went all over the place.
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necrodette · 2 months ago
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TomeWeave art by the absolutely incredible @nikoadmeliora! Go check out their art!
While I'm currently working on the fanfiction of Odette's story pre-BG3 (which leads into the game's events), I had some brainworms that I wanted to sprinkle to my fellow Galemancers out there.
Brace thyselves for a very long, very random assortment of lore and romance between my Tav, Odette Tavelyen, and Gale Dekarios (lovingly referred to as TomeWeave).
Spoilers & personal headcanons for BG3 romance with Gale below!
◇ While Odette was attracted to Gale initially, she misunderstood his attempts to prove his worth/value to the party as him being another pompous wizard, and worried that he may be too fond of his own voice without the true mastery of the Weave to validate his claims (since his magic was a bit unpredictable at times with the orb acting up).
◇ Due to this ignorant misconception, Odette was sometimes annoyed by Gale's remarks (like when he's publicly describing his previous relationship with Mystra or when he's unintentionally, overly thorough in explaining his magical prowess). She was never mean or cruel because that isn't in her nature, but she would certainly be on edge around him or would reply with a witty retort or two.
◇This changes during the Act 1 romance scene. In my headcanon, it happens the night that the party frees the Emerald Grove, and there is a celebration in camp all night. After Odette gives an awkward speech to the group (she's a librarian, not accustomed to being the motivational hero of the day) and makes her rounds through the party, Gale gives her a gift: one of a pair of identical blue journals (picked up from the vendor in the Grove). Gale and Odette bespell the journals to communicate with one another, channeling their magics together and connecting through the Weave. It is intimate, honest, unsuspecting. She feels the warmth of his affections for her and she realizes that she had been misjudging his actions.
And yes, the other party members will write in the journals from time to time, and yesssss I spent too much time picking handwriting style fonts for every party member
◇ Before Gale reveals his surname in Act 3, Odette makes a game out of trying to guess it. She'll think of some random noble family or one she'd guessed based on historical names in the region and ask him - sometimes in the most inopportune of times, such as mid-combat or when they're trying to go to sleep.
◇ Odette actually met Tara well before Act 3. She didn't understand the connection to Gale at the time and wouldn't for a while, but...this requires context, so bear with me:
◇ As an Avowed Adjutant in Candlekeep Library (pre-BG3 game events), Odette was often working with Seekers of knowledge who came to the library offering their price of admission: an original work that doesn't already exist within Candlekeep's walls. If their submitted work was not accepted, they could not gain entry within the library and would be turned away.
◇ For years, Gale had requested entry to Candlekeep through submissions of his own poetry and journals, thinking that his experiences as Mystra's Chosen would elevate his works and would certainly be accepted. But they weren't, because works of Elminster's personal accounts already existed in the library that were too similar to Gale's, and so Gale was turned away multiple times (mostly via letters, since it is quite the long trip from Waterdeep to Candlekeep).
◇ But after he was cast out of Mystra's favor and corrupted by the Netherese Orb, Tara took matters into her own paws. She was determined to find a solution to Gale's predicament with the orb, so she took a collection of the recent works he'd made in his grief and regret - mournful musings of a man utterly abandoned by his former lover, his goddess, and the knowledge of his impending doom as penalty for his hubris. Finally, his (unknowing) acceptance to the library (through Tara) was obtained.
◇ It's a temporary acceptance into the library (five days instead of the normal tenday) by offering Gale's journals anonymously and also with the condition that the original work could not be submitted: the Scribes of Candlekeep would need to copy the journals contents while she was there, but had to take it back with her. This condition was accepted!
◇ Odette was elected to assist Tara with her research, which included many sleepless nights of intense research and several early morning teas together. During the five days that Tara was allowed entry, Tara only ever referred to Gale as her esteemed friend or dearest colleague, so Odette never knew who Gale was before meeting him post-tadpoling.
◇ And it was during Tara's last day that she discovered how to temporarily appease the orb via intermittent Weave consumption. She hurriedly said her goodbyes and left the library to tend to personal matters. Odette was a little sad to see her go as Tara's company was quite comfortable and very entertaining.
◇ In Act 1, when Gale (gets on one knee like a gentlemen omg??) opens his mind to Odette to show her truth about the Netherese Orb in his chest, she realizes that the "cat" he's mistakenly mentioned (he's also said 'tressym' before, too, so Odette actually spends a while thinking he had both) before must have been Tara.
◇ Odette doesn't tell him that she knew out of fear that he would be upset that Tara had taken his most personal thoughts and feelings (in the journals she used to gain entry to the library) without his consent (plus, it helped him in the end anyway, right?) And, as a follower of Deneir, once she's confided in, she is sworn to uphold the secrecy to avoid her God's wrath.
◇ So in Act 3, when the party happens upon Tara on the roof of the Temple of Ilmater, not only does Tara already know and has a warm relationship with her, but she also makes Odette lose "the game" of guessing Gale's surname!
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sainz100 · 2 months ago
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Carlos Sainz | F1 London Live in 2017 | x x x x x
#carlos sainz#autumn posts#explored this event last eve and omg so many wonderful moments!!!!#oh to be able to time travel 🚀 surfing the web will have to do!!#also I'll still reblog and post RBR of old and Max related content in 2025 but#wow they have made some immensely frustrating decisions as a company#I do sure despise their upper management!#also tbh I am glad newbies get chances but it seems like 2025 is going to be maybe too many rookies maybe o.o idk I just got here#and I know F1 teams are probably trying some succession planning and lots of new brands hopping on seem geared to younger fans#and I love Gabi and Jack and I'm sure Ollie and Kimi are great! idk them as well yet! and I miss Franco :(((#but idk I'm already missing the older drivers we lost like what do you mean Carlos is fourth oldest he's my age 🥲#idk I like grizzled old men!!!! and drivers who are still in their prime!! 30s isnt old!!! (I know it is in the world of f1 but...)#idk I know big F1 is trying to plant seeds but they're pulling up perfectly gorgeous trees to do so....I just got here too!!!!!!#hmmmm rambling balogna from a new fan#also I dont like watching cars crash so really really hoping the races next year with all these green drivers aren't too bad 🫣#idk I get worried!! and all the engineers and bts folks have to deal with wrecks so#mannifesting safe drives and good starts 🙏✨#and rbr and vcarb are on my shit list for now but the Max blogging will not cease#he and I will both be in our sixties and I'll be here salivating hehe 😵‍💫✨#gosh dad bod Max 😵‍💫❤️✨ heaven help me the thirst blogging will be off the charts here#okay enough yapping!!!#wishing everyone a v excellent Friday!! ☀️☁️🌙✨#brb soon to spam F1 Live in London content bc oh gosh what a rich well#also I won't spam too much hehe I'll space it out#also the Little Mix girlies (gn) were OUT at this event so that was fun!!#an insta feed of F1 drivers and a ton of Little Mix bloggers since they performed there! and I like Jade!! I gotta check when her albums out#okay autumn out!!! 🫡❤️✨ bye for now!
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sskk-manifesto · 7 months ago
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Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#About: Dead Apple. Watched this a while ago with a friend and it was a lot of fun!!!#If you're reading this: thank you so much for hanging out with me I had such a good time (ㅅ´ ˘ )♡#Next to general considerations: wow they were right that Bungou Stray Dogs movie sure can Bungou Stray Dogs#It's always nice to see the detailed animation and elaborate backgrounds of movies. The animation quality compared to the manga is–#definitely noticeable and it's nice to see. That said... I still like the season 2 art style more? And I'm speaking strictly of art style.#The s2 one looks more soft and smooth while the da one is so much more rough.#The plot is... Very bsd-esque I don't think there's anything to add.#In my opinion Kyouka's arc is the one that turned out best tbh. I really like her narrative development and personal growth in this movie.#I like the complexity of her state of mind. how full of contradiction she is. I especially appreciate the recurring small changes of–#expression that indicate how she thinks differently from Atsushi even if she doesn't voice them. The fight between her cynicism and her–#kind nature. It's all very interesting.#Atsushi's development is interesting too. Although all the open questions about his ability we still have kind of leave me frustrated#I don't feel very strongly about Akutagawa in this movie? I mean‚ he's there. The ss/kk scenes are always great and in character and a joy–#to witness no matter what they do. He just doesn't shine particularly? Or at least personally I dont find the “proving my strength against–#myself” narrative arc to be particularly interesting. Imo it was a lot better flashed out in the da stage play! With the complexity that–#the dialogues with Chuuya added to the character. Dazai attacking him. And especially Aktgw understanding that Rashomon wasn't testing Aktg#but rather only expressing that unstoppable rage that is also Aktgw's own. About that I checked out the play and I really liked it!!#I only watched highlights (aka: ss/kk and chuu/aku scenes) but there's some stuff I really like. I like the conflict between Aktgw and–#Chuuya and how Chuuya messes up with Aktgw at first maliciously and then amiably. It's interesting how Atsushi himself observes that Kyouka#and Akutagawa get along. And especially the sskk almost-handholding and Atsushi saying Akutagawa has a nice profile were cute akjdhbsawhjb#Next. Da really is shipping paradise (╥﹏╥) Sorry but... It is. oda/zai. daz/atsu. ss/kk. s/kk. fuku/mori. chuu/aku. It really has everythin#and the moments are so good!!!! What else. Wish we'd see more of Tsujimura. And Christie. And women in general tbh.#Also‚‚‚‚‚ Atsushi's tiger form in this movie is ATROCIOUS. I've said it before but it's crazy how a franchises that relies so heavily on–#fanservice came up with something this hideous. Man the movie overall was pretty but Atsushi sure wasn't. Firmly stand by the belief–#that only Akutagawa would find that form attractive.#Oh last note. honestly if we're ready to accept a movie where an antidote has effect AFTER the person has effectively died then we really–#can't complain about any kind of insanity the manga brings up#random rambles
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somerandomdudelmao · 2 years ago
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Hello :D! I was wondering, does Raph have anything different about his vision, like how in the movie we see that Casey's mask does everything that Don's goggles can do (scan, search through data, etc.,)
or is it closer to his regular vision - nothing fancy, he just... sees? Does he see with his robotic eyes, or is it like his eyes cameras that give video feed to a screen? In the latest part he said it was like a video game, and you sort of watch yourself play video games, you aren't actually in them (like a VR headset.) I assume Donnie gave him eyelids to sleep, but does he blink because of his mind's memory of blinking?
You're my favorite Tumblr user dude, thank you for this amazing series!
(if I can ask another question... can he feel? like if not temperature or pain, can he feel vibrations like being touched or hit? or is it just numb everywhere)
I think VR is the closest analogy. After he lost one eye, though, his perception of depth and volume almost disappeared, so now it's not a "VR headset", but more of a "phone screen brought very close to his face.
He has no additional visual interface in his vision, because that made him feel uncomfortable. And Donnie made it possible for the robot to blink just to make it psychologically easier and more familiar for Raph. Well..as much as possible.
Raph closes his eyes purely for the sake of expression. He doesn't need it, and it doesn't give him the same sense of rest for his eyes as if he had a biological body.
He can feel pressure, vibrations, and temperatures, but these sensations are severely muted and become increasingly indistinguishable over time.
He cannot feel pain. He cannot feel tired or energetic. He cannot growl, make his "baby voice," or make any sounds that are too unusual. He cannot feel water. If you pour a bucket of water on him, he will probably know it by the sound. He can't be sleepy in the morning or hungry.
He wants to, though. He wants to be able to feel all these things, even though they may be unpleasant. He wants to, because he sometimes begins to forget exactly how they felt and it depresses him.
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santaricotta · 3 months ago
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They’re having another reading session!
It’s almost been a year since my first ever post, so I figured it’d be the perfect time for a redraw! The original is… um… well… I’ve definitely improved lol
(Some updates and stuff below the cut)
I’ve been having a bit of art block when it comes to Luca stuff lately (besides the FDM comic). It’s not because of a lack of interest (this fixation has been going on for over a year now and isn’t stopping anytime soon), I just don’t have any ideas on what to draw. I have been thinking of writing, though. I have an entire doc filled with random ideas (shout out to the notes app), maybe I could flesh them out? I have one in particular I’d love to write, about Luca and Giulia’s time in Genova. It’s basically what I’d want out of a Luca series; seeing how the Underdogs spend their time apart during the school year. I might start working on that, actually! We’ll see, lol.
Festa Del Mare updates may slow down? I’ve had the whole thing written since I came up with the idea (thanks notes app), but now that it’s been a bit, I want to go back and rework the story a little. Not too much, though. I mainly just need to redraw the thumbnail sketches for the rest of the pages, which is gonna take a bit of time. Trust me, though, I do not plan on stopping this project. It’s way too much fun for me!
I also just want to thank you all so much for your support, it means the world to me! Each reblog and comment I get brings the biggest smile on my face, and can make even a horrible day turn into a good one. You guys are the best ♥︎
That’s enough rambling from me, lol. Have this extra doodle as a thanks for reading it all. Ciao! ★彡
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usagifuyusummer · 21 days ago
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I think they are supposed to be twins???
(maybe originally in the concept art, but in canon it seems they aren't anymore? dion has been stated to be the oldest, but my thoughts are maybe like he's the older twin lmao. i will probably be 100% wrong if there is ever a future installment in this series.)
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Funny story, I originally wanted to color these sketches, but I found that most of my traditional art supplies are unusable (the pencil colors has a very faded color, and most of my markers have a diluted yellow coloring lmaoooo ToT). I haven't been using them from 2019 and it really shows.
Oh yeah, here's a full page sketch.
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madbard · 3 months ago
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“Ford is irredeemably self-centered” this, “Ford’s a bad person” that, etc…
Alright. Tell me then.
What was he supposed to do?!?!
Be a better brother? Ford loved Stan! When they were children, Ford took care of his brother as best he could. But Ford was also a kid in a bad situation, and there were limits to what he could do. Not to mention that Stan relied so heavily on Ford that it honestly wasn’t healthy for either of them. Stan couldn’t stand by himself and he wasn’t trying. They were both struggling; maybe pin that on the parents instead of the kids.
Not be angry at Stan for messing with his experiment? Of course Ford was angry! This was his dream college; in that moment he thought his entire future was crumbling. I assure you, if my sibling had ruined my chances of getting into my dream school I would have been more than a little upset, and I’m sure the same goes for most of the people reading this. Of course, Ford did hold onto that anger for considerably longer than was justified, but in this case I would argue that Ford less “held a grudge for 10 years out of spite” and more “never got the chance to make things right with his brother and held onto that anger because it was better than the nauseating guilt over that final argument, the uncertainty at times that his brother was even alive.” (Which is not to say that Ford isn’t spiteful. Our man has plenty of spite. But him being spiteful is not the only thing going on here.) Which brings us to our next point.
Stop Stan from being kicked out? How?! That household does not appear to have been a safe place for either of the brothers. Should Ford have gotten himself kicked out too? Should he have known exactly what to say to talk his father down - the man who just violently threw his twin out of the house? Ford didn’t kick Stan out. He just wasn’t able to stop it from happening, and that’s not something any teen should be blamed for.
Behave himself when reuniting with Stan at the culmination of the worst period of his life thus far? There’s stress. And then there’s being dangerously sleep-deprived and at the mercy of a horrifying demon that betrayed you, leaving you alone in a shack in the woods with no one to call for help except your estranged brother, who’s complaining about a mullet, of all things. Yeah, I’m not going to say Ford’s behavior was anything other than atrocious here. But really. How well would you handle that?
Thanked his brother? Stan could have destroyed the universe; it makes sense that Ford’s upset! He’s also had literally decades to stew in the terror and fury he experienced in those last moments before falling through the portal (something which almost certainly would not have happened if it weren’t for Stan). Again, Ford’s not acting like the world’s best brother here, but it’s understandable.
Ford’s not perfect. He can be arrogant, spiteful, and bitter. He makes serious mistakes (often due to his own hubris) that put himself, his loved ones, and sometimes the entire universe in grave peril. Ford is, in fact, deeply flawed. That’s part of what makes him a fun character! It’s also what makes him a well-written and believable character. Yes, Ford acts like a jerk. He does so quite often.
Ford also spends nearly the entire narrative bouncing from one deeply toxic situation to another, desperately trying to survive and make life better for himself and his family and watching as his brother makes mistake after mistake - sometimes making choices with severe, negative consequences on Ford’s own life.
Ford is doing the best he can. He’d not a bad person. He tries to be good. He tries to do the right thing.
He just fails sometimes.
Don’t we all?
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