#BB 16

[smallsinger5901]

I think the worst thing LA:BB did for my mental health is making Mello the narrator. Not just for all the angst he shares or whatever but just for the fact that he seems to genuinely into it and so enthusiastic and passionate as a writer that for a moment you get this sickening hope that maybe he can give it all up and be content with being an author instead. And then you remember <333

[dravencroft]

So I finally started playing Death Stranding

[not-equippedforthis]

arthur lester laughed (35 healed 12 revived)

[imstuckin1999]

90s teen magazine

[aethersflood]

FINAL FANTASY 16 EIKONS RANKED BY TUMBLR (x) #3 - IFRIT, THE SECOND EIKON OF FIRE

"A fire-aspected Eikon that first emerged in the Year of the Realm 860, when imperial forces attacked the Rosarian stronghold of Phoenix Gate. Clad in infernal flame, the fiendish creature flung itself against the Phoenix, overpowering the Eikon with a strength and and ferocity never seen before. Its reappearance was to usher in a second, shocking revelation—that its Dominant was none other than Clive Rosfield."

[marichild]

16 chuuya is so funny to me. like imagine this smaller than average kid dressed in a suit. hands in his pockets. but hands are also gloved. he's dressed entirely in black. and he has a choker. like. not saying self expression isn't allowed but when you transpose that image onto a real guy it feels so 😭😭

[vampirebiter]

very fun when my mutuals start posting about something i only like. vaguely remember from watching a little of it as a kid/teenager. fun seeing out of context stuff i vaguely remember and/or whats going on with these characters these days. catching up with old acquaintances through the grapevine.

[lonestarbattleship]

"Barbette of 16 inch gun on board USS NEW JERSEY (BB-62). Gunners packing in bags of powder which will fire the huge shell already in gun."

Photographed by Lt. Comdr. Charles Fenno Jacobs in November 1944.

NARA: 080-G-469993

Photo colorized by Jecinci: link

[hikaaa-bi]

i’m living for this alice x celia softness

[halliewriteshockey]

Forever endeared by the way goalie tandems can’t go five minutes without a fistbump

[oiblackestsheep]

Work Sucks, I Know

ENFJ: I hate being the new person at work. My last job, everyone knew me, and asked me for help because I was the most competent person there. I practically ran the whole place. I used to be a badass.

INTP: After 6 months at MY new job, I am somehow the most competent person there, and I hate it. I don’t mind answering questions now and then, but it is CONSTANT and very annoying because they distract me from my own work. I CAN be a leader, if I have to, but I’d rather not.

ENFJ: That’s what is confusing about you. You don’t want to be a leader, but you also don’t like being told what to do.

INTP: Yes. I realize this makes me a frustrating person.

[katzirra]

God I've been doing this meme for so long... I think next year I'm gonna change my format/layout. NEW TEMPLATE FOR MYSELF.

2024 was a... rough year in general. I had a lot of self conscious moments about my art, a lot of self loathing about my art, a lot of shyness about my art in general. Actually debating just.... not posting anymore honestly. I'm tired of chasing 'attention'

Rough.

On top of that I just had MONTHS I barely drew more than a handful of sketches. With most of those being "PLEASE, RUDY, JUST DRAW SOMETHIN'" screeching in my head from Chalk Zone.

I did a lot of traditional inking this year, found my pen I like doing it with and just getting myself to loosen up a lot more. I have like five things I was working on before uh surgery, that I don't wanna scan so DECEMBER IS JUST THE DHVARRIS COUPLE. I like how dad came out anyway so whatever.

I have a lot of... not so pleasant thoughts about this year unfortunately. January to April I was really enjoying traditional stuff, I was enjoying a lot of what I was doing for AU jokes and I still have a hell of a lot of Lokius stuff I wanna finish.

April to June I was playing video games and trying to fight depression over art and also chipping away at big stuff I wanna do - but my PC is FIGHTING these days for that. I really adore the piece I did for July, I did a value study for once and really like how the colors came out in the end. Like perfect atmosphere for Nightmare Syndicate finally. August is a BIG WIP I wanna finish god damnit ;;

September I finished a long standing commission and got myself to really finally remember what I love about digital art and coloring, and started to fix some part of my brain there lol

From then on out I'm on a Baldur's Gate kick, and a lot of my shit has been studys on like Astarion's hair or face, my own bb girl Ophira's horms and markings, or just doodles I don't feel are 'amazing' :T

October is making me so annoyed that's like ONE OF TWO DRAWINGS I DID THAT MONTH OUTSIDE DOODLES AND POST ITS I SENT MY GIRLFRIEND... but whatever. Yells.

Idk. When I get recovered I'm gonna be hopefully blazing through commissions, and personal stuff of Ophira and the gang because I just.... wanna do clean sketches of events I've written for unu so

WE'LL SEE. I say it every year but JFC here's hoping next year is BETTER and I can get my anxiety and bad vibes under control ;;

[hourcat]

Model and Designer for piarles 😘🙏

20. model and designer

Pierre can't sleep.

It's becoming a habit, which is not boding well for his stomach lining considering how much more coffee he's been drinking because of that fact. Pierre just...can't sleep. There's not much he can really attribute it to, except for maybe the fact that he's a few months out from the big debut of his whole new fashion line--the latest Louis offshoot he'd been fortunate enough to helm. This is years of his life at stake: all that school and groundwork, all the bleeding and pricking and crying he'd done to find himself here, surrounded by fabric swatches laid out haphazardly at the desk kitty-cornered in his bedroom. There are stacks of photos and torn-up magazines out on his kitchen counter. His whole apartment is now a perfect parallel to his workplace: covered in ideas, wall-to-wall.

Hm. Maybe that's why he's becoming an insomniac.

Instead of paying the thought any more attention, though, Pierre slips out of bed and pads over to his desk chair, grabs the nearest sketchbook of his and flips to a blank page. It's not quite dawn, but there's more light than there was a few hours ago--enough to see what he'd left behind.

Charles is out cold. Completely asleep, drool and all. He looks innocent in ways that no photographer would ever be able to capture: forehead smoothed out with sleep, body curled in on itself slightly in the absence of someone next to him. Pierre gazes at him, sketchbook heavy in his hands, and feels the guilt in his stomach like a knife. He'd only invited his lead model over tonight for a review of their plans for the first walk-through with the clothes. (They have to move right, after all: Pierre needs to see his work from all angles in motion before he can be comfortable putting it on stage, even for a dress rehearsal.)

He hadn't planned for two bottles of wine. He certainly hadn't planned for Charles in his lap, warm and pliant and so, so easy as Pierre had given him direction: take this off and open your mouth and hands and knees. The memory of it makes Pierre's throat tight. So good for me, he'd mumbled after, mouth pressing just under Charles' ear, and the yes sir he'd gotten back had thrown him right out of his own mind.

He grips the sketchbook tighter. There's no way this can ever happen again, he knows--once is a mistake and he'll keep it that way.

From the bed, Charles snores lightly. It's a soft sound: sweet, almost. Pierre's chest is so tight he swears he must've forgotten how to breathe.

"Oh, Charlie," he whispers to the quiet of the room, "what have I done?" Nothing good, he's certain. Pencil in hand, Pierre tries to redirect his thoughts to the work laid out on the desk behind him--dresses with angular cuts, wide-arm sleeves, the jagged lines of a belt that's been nagging at the back of his mind since he'd axed the last round of the designs from his main book.

What he ends up with is this: Charles, in charcoal, curled up in his expensive sheets. The most damning evidence of his lapse in judgment, and he can't even bring himself to rip the sketch to shreds because it feels like a waste--a waste of beauty, even if it's a beauty he can't have.

[dddrunkderella]

two lord commanders sharing a lordling... (its rodney →clive← cid)

full view on poipiku!

commission for @/SapphicPandaAO3 as a gift for @/RodinTropical (both on twitter)!!!!!!!!

[markiafc]

[aethersflood]

And what have I but regret? My life ended in the Dominion. I fear death no more. Besides, I would have words with Ultima. He has much to answer for.