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[gvaine]

MERLIN REWATCH ✦ 1.08 The Beginning of the End

[ba1laur]

COMMISSION STATUS: OPEN!

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Fullbody - 40$

Painting - 100$

More information:

Additional characters are discounted only if part of the same piece/interacting with the other character(s).

There may be an extra fee for more complex designs (i will inform you of this).

You can request any style of mine, ill just need an example or more.

Payment is done via Paypal and Ko-Fi. Thank you!

[soju-poppi]

Know what you are, V? The best merc eddies can buy in Night City. Keep it up and you'll have this city wrapped around your little finger. New gigs heading straight for ya ;]

[cedarside]

Channeling my emotions into this 15th century medieval demon from the Netherlands (via WeirdMedieval on Twitter). Originally drawn on election night, 2024.

[ophernelia]

@brookie: “i hate when short girls date tall men” just say you want my man atp ho

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[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Copia: Hail Satan

Nihil: Rain Satan

Aurora: Snow Satan

Mountain: Tomorrow there’s a slight chance of precipisatan

Rain: It’ll be foggy in the morning, lots of condensatan

[flowersforthemachines]

Useless Veilguard fact of the day: Day 41

According to the Reddit AMA, the developers originally intended to let players explore multiple area of Minrathous, and not just Dock Town.

The game files suggest that one of these areas may have been Minrathous Streets that are currently available only during the prologue and the dragon attack. Several of the Dock Town NPCs are located in the "MinrathousStreets" folder instead of the "DockTown" folder, and the name of that location is also mentioned in a few cut script lines:

"Use the map to go to the Minrathous Streets."

"Chests_T1_MinrathousStreets"

"Continue Shadow Dragons 2.2* in Minrathous Streets"

*In the final version of the game, Shadow Dragons 2.2 refers to the quest "The Soul of a City".

Check out the tag for more useless facts: #useless davg fact of the day!

[threegoldfish]

@threemoonflowers continued from here [x]

Kissing Steven always makes Jake feel a certain way - warm and fuzzy around the beating thing behind his rib cage, solely his now that they're separated, living within their own bodies. And sometimes he misses that fuzzy sensation, craves it...

---Just like he did right now, upon watching the other rummaging inside drawers and shelves, probably trying to sort through some of his stuff; Had promised Marc to take a look at what he actually owns, just to possibly get rid of the really unnecessary stuff, now that all three of them occupy the living space rather than just one of them.

... There's just something so utterly domestic about... this - about watching Steven mumble to himself, putting books from one side to the other, contemplating whether he wants to get rid of that very old looking spoon he's just found; That's why Jake has appeared from where he'd been sitting on the couch, decided to kiss this man - because he can, after all. Can kiss him any time, whenever he wants, nothing stopping him from doing such.

"---Eres increíblemente adorable, precioso." And that's the truth, and enough of a reason to give, no? Jake smirks, gloved thumbs massaging circles into sharp cheekbones as dark irises gaze into equally as dark ones. "...And very distracting. Had to do something about that."

[templeofvengeance]

[justletmeon12]

"I feel like I have a raging fever right now. I feel like I have the worst flu of my life."

We all do, Brennan. That's the vibe.

[gvaine]

MERLIN REWATCH ✦ 1.02 Valiant

[boombambaby]

@spaceship-travels-universes liked for a starter! [ Taken from here! ]

"— so the pspspsps thing doesn’t work on you, huh? Well I hate to break it to you pal, but we have bathrooms here. Not litter boxes.”

[adamanteine]

this art? very shams core to me

[perditus]

Plotted starter for @divinafatum - Evka & Antoine

A small portion of blight rests in the jar, encased with a mixture of formalin in order to preserve the living specimen. It pulsed slightly, small tendrils wiggling their way through the thick substance slowly. Despite the alcoholic mixture’s relative toxicity to the living, the blight remained mostly unaffected. If Antoine had to take a wager, he might guess the solution’s thickness was all that kept the blight from breaking free, shattering the glass and spreading it’s corruption everywhere. 

He holds the jar up to the light, a small candle resting on the wooden table he currently occupied. It was hidden away in one of the homes in Lavendel, positioned in the perfect spot to avoid any moisture from above leaking through. The shack itself was remarkably well-kept despite the blight that had ravaged the village, puddles of blight and rot seeping into the soil and water. A few holes in the side allowed a bit of light to creep in along with the ambient noise from the villagers, hushed whispers lingering in the air. Antoine had reluctantly acquiesced to the villagers' insistence, a simple chair in the town hall an acceptable resting spot as far as he was concerned. 

Until the fever had settled in beside the blight plaguing his thoughts, sapping the remaining energy from his body and nearly bringing him to his knees. A headache was manageable, but bodily exhaustion was an entirely different issue. It hit him in waves, stole days from the elf until eventually fading. Only to return again and again with no trigger he could identify. Unfortunately, there were more pressing matters to attend to, the god’s assault on Thedas far more dire than a simple fever. 

It was why he sat there at the table, trembling slightly from the exertion as he studied the blight samples he had stolen away to the small house. A sheen of sweat clings to his form, his brow furrowed from both concentration and effort on his part. An uncomfortable warmth sunk deep into his body, the fever clouding his thoughts slightly as he pushed himself further. One hand holds the jar positioning in his palm, while the other grips an ink pen. Antoine jots down his notes rapidly, trying to sift through his thoughts and collect his studies in one place. 

He narrows his eyes slightly, briefly tuning into the blight’s song, listening to incoherent voices underneath the original composition. Antoine had yet to pick up on anything coherent, only the feelings shared through the rot nestled before him in the small jar. It was - 

His ears twitch slightly, body jolting a bit, as the door to the home is suddenly swung open. The sickly Warden snaps his head towards the entrance, eyes widening slightly before a sheepish expression slowly settles on his face. Oh the joys of being caught. He taps his fingers lightly against the pen, setting the jar of blight down gently on the table. Antoine twists his body slightly to face Evka, angling himself as if to obstruct her view of his work despite the futility of it all. 

“ Evka, you’re back. Did the patrols go well? ” he inquired cheerfully, not acknowledging the activities he had been previously engaged with prior to her entrance. In fact he keeps his gaze locked on her, expression softening slightly, refusing to spare the table a glance. “ I thought it would take longer. So that must mean good news, oui?” A part of him did feel guilty for even risking invoking her concern, the elf not too keen on bringing his wife any form of sorrow. She was a pillar that he willingly leaned on, but not a crutch he wished to overindulge in. Perhaps that is why he endeavored to carry on with his studies despite the illness that afflicted his form, robbing him of his vitality. If he had it his way, she would never have to look back at him and wonder if he could keep up.

[heartliar]

@britvigilante gets a small thing from melonie <3

Being the mother figure in the Boys made it where Melonie kept a lot of her health situations to herself. She worked twelve hour shifts at the nursing home, went to school for nursing school full time. Between school work, sleeping and helping the crazy ass group stay alive, she didn't ever go to the doctor until falling out in the hallways on the way to her nursing class.

She couldn't tell Hughie that she was in he hospital on bedrest after being admitted for exhaustion. Mel called the next person she knew of that might help her get home and make an excuse so that she didn't have to mention this to Hughie... or anyone.

So, she called Butcher. Of all people. Now laying with a heart monitor on, IV fluid flowing into her veins, she rests hoping for the best.

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Sissel: Why does Mama wear makeup?

Marcurio: To look pretty.

Sissel: But, she’s already pretty.

Marcurio: Aww.

Sissel: Papa, you should wear makeup.

Marcurio: ...

Aurora Orianus: Savage.