#glaive speaks

[glaiveprime]

ARTHUR CAN. SING.

[glaiveprime]

I THINK HES ALWAYS HAD THIS……. like growing up getting into trouble type of sort, refusing to take or receive help because he thinks he can just take care of it on his own, he thinks his life doesn’t mean anything unless he can “”proof”” it. Who is he outside of being the leader of the hex? Who is he if not someone that can rely on himself and be self sufficient?

He has like. A whole complex about being useless, he fears that the second he stops being useful to someone they won’t remember him, so he wants to make himself as useful as possible.. n that’s why he’s so like. Insanely neurotic about thinking of strategies and plans all the time, even when it’s downtime

So that’s why he just. Has this tendacy to run off to do his own thing I think. He hates being useless and a burden so he will MAKE himself a purpose

do u think arthur started all this self-sacrificial trying-to-run-off-on-his-own shit recently or has he always had a hero complex

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

endlessly funny to me that while many of the main characters in wot are magic users, there's also a bunch of badass normals who face the horrors of the apocalypse with just an ungodly number of throwing knives

[raven-6-10]

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@hamelin-born @moonraisedsunchild @ertrunkenerwassergeist @cactusprisms @aniseandspearmint @charlottedabookworm

So like. SG-1 is scouting around and they see a herd of weird animals that look like a cross between a unicorn and a gazelle of all things, except kind of weird. But also not the weirdest they have ever seen. And they try to keep their distance, really, they're not stupid enough to approach unknown animals.

Except suddenly the entire herd starts running right at them, so of course they also start running to try to get out of the way. Only it turns out the Space Unicorns are running from a bunch of predators that look like really really big cats. Like, big honkin' space cats.

And oh shit, the Cats decided that humans actually offend them on a personal level, so now the team is really hauling ass to get away. And maybe taking some potshots at the Cats, who basically just shrug it off what the hell, and also they can zap you like their grandma was an electric eel, seriously what the hell, and maybe the team is running in the wrong direction, Daniel! the base is the other way! except is kind of too late to change that.

So they make it to the shore and are running along the beach, at least it's rocky and not sandy that would have been really bad to run along. And it looks like the cats are bored of the chase because they all stopped further back and now are only growling and hissing in their direction and backing away.

. . .

. . .

. . . something is growling real loud behind them.

[otiksimr]

Oh right all the Wilds weapon videos have been released for a little while.

What weapon(s) are you planning on maining for Wilds?

Personally I'm thinking on going for Hammer/Bow or Hunting Horn/Bow.

[a-little-monotonous]

THEYRE JUST WATCHING thats adorable

[zylphiacrowley]

People who have played new MonHun... please, tell me how fares my beloved hunting horn?

[gigginox]

i can feel myself reverting back to my mh4u ways where i almost exclusively use dual blades they are so fun to use

[swordbreakerz]

Watching yona of the dawn and I like hak bc he's weird and mean and basically being forced to act as the adult of the group even tho he's barely a legal adult by modern standards, it's great, put that man in a situation

[thebibliomancer]

I wonder how skekGra’s banishment was handled.

Obviously a lot of ceremonial shaming and casting out at the castle. Probably some defrocking.

But how was the banishment handled outside the inner circle of Skeksis? Did they shame Gra in front of the Gelfling guard? Did the Emperor issue a proclamation that none should give comfort or quarter to the heretic?

I don’t think so. Skeksis punishments are for Skeksis eyes.

And I don’t think the emperor wants skekGra to go off into the wasteland and die. He doesn’t want any of the Skeksis to die. Not even the Hunter, who everyone agreed was kind of a weirdo.

I think the emperor would be satisfied if the Heretic was living in disgrace and squalor, squatting in some mudhole village and being fed bad soup by Podlings. Maybe to get over his silly ideas and beg forgiveness in a hundred trine or whatever.

He didn’t expect the Heretic would go off into the most wasteland of wasteland, move in with his other half, do a lot of drugs, and plot to overthrow society and throw puppet shows

[glaiveprime]

arthur is so so sweet when you date him it’s so cute…. Cracking open a cold and hard exterior and it’s all mushy inside…. You can just tell how desperate he was for a gentle kind of love like this AGGGHGHGH

[feeferden]

monster hunter world brainrotting so hard rn. You should all consider urselves lucky im not spam reblogging cool nergigante fanart or perhaps xeno'jiiva or tobi kadachi or

[california-stars09]

july has given us so many things 💕

highlight of the summer fr

(talking abt Speak Now TV, i care so much that i don't care at all, Barbie, brittany broski's royal court, a sequel to going to every rainforest cafe, and blonde nick)

[atlasifyllm]

im so indecisive about tarum's weapon but i can sure as hell tell you it is definitely a polearm 😩💔

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Astarion teaching Tav embroidery/sewing. Preferably with him dragging them onto his lap for a close-up demonstration.

Why do I make everything so long? Do I have a problem? There is always so much introspective nonsense idk man. Anyway adorable idea actualized below!

Also mentions of sex but this is totally sfw. I went with the timeline of when your sleeping together but he hasn't quite admitted his feelings to himself, as a side!

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Astarion had no idea how he became your camp's designated seamstress. How was it possible that a team of eight adults were all incapable of knowing the basics of such a fundamental skill?

Then again, Karlach seemed to be perfectly fine with wearing her clothes to tatters. Wyll was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Lae'zel, for some gods forsaken reason, was only capable of fixing up heavy armor. Gale seemed to prefer eating magical clothing items versus being able to salvage them and the rest were mediocre at best.

The look of confusion on Shadowheart's, who was the second most skilled by far, face when Astarion tried to explain a ladder stitch was enough for him to give up entirely. It was quicker to fix the tears then to explain simple concepts to simpletons.

Brats. All of you. With one who was significantly more brazen than the rest when it came to using Astarion as their personal tailor.

Tav, the lovely thorn in his side. Who could handle wielding a glaive with startingly accuracy, but somehow managed to consistently stab themselves every time they picked up a sewing needle. It was impressive, how useless someone who was otherwise extremely competent could be.

Impressive as it was frustrating. Because somehow you managed to destroy your clothes more often than anyone else. Always bashfully handing him over torn trousers and ripped shirts every other night. Anyone else he would have told to fuck off by now. Even the rest of the camp knew better than to test their luck with anything more than once a fortnight. But you lacked the very basic level of self-control.

It was his own fault for giving you special treatment in the first place. But sleeping together did warrant a few extra benefits. He got your protection and you got to experience the pleasure of being with him. Simple. Or it would have been if you didn't insist on making things complicated.

Because Astarion was starting to feel things. Things that he hadn't anticipated. Because your company was... oddly pleasant. You were an interesting little thing, he had to give you that. Well-read and talkative, but not boringly so. No, Astarion sometimes found himself losing track of time when he was with you. A simple question could easily turn into a two-hour conversation about the silliest things. It was... nice. New. And oh so different from what he was used to.

Cazador didn't even allow him or his brethren to speak in his home, let alone speak to each other unless it was strictly necessary. But here he was free to do whatever he pleased. And he was finding that included being near you, despite how differently you both saw the world.

He couldn't quite blame you for your delusional optimistic views. As a Tymora worshipper you were basically doomed from the start to believe inane concepts like good fortune, luck, and gods, the good that could be found in "anyone".

You were as sweet as you were aggravating and Astarion truly, honestly, had no idea how your insane trusting nature hadn't managed to get you killed yet. But then again he... kind of liked that about you. He liked that you trusted him. It made his life more convienet and... it was nice to be seen as a person worth confiding in. Instead of the blood-sucking monster he really was.

He... liked that. He liked you. A fact that he didn't enjoy thinking about. He didn't really know what to do with it, and the implications of where his feelings could lead were starting to become unsettling. So he pushed it out of his mind. It was an easy thing to do when doom was always looming in the background. He had plenty of things to think about that didn't include his fondness for you.

Like the inner-rage you caused when you managed to somehow rip the same shirt twice in one day.

"That's it," Astarion announced when you bashfully asked for his help yet again, "Come here. I'm teaching you how to sew."

"But you always get mad when you try," You whined. But despite the hesitancy you still obediently sat next to him as he got out the sewing kit, "Do you promise not to snap this time?"

"That depends," Astarion said with a roll of the eyes, "Do you intend on not maiming yourself with a sewing needle?"

Astarion smirked at the way that made a blush crawl up your neck, "That was one time!"

"Actually darling it was closer to seven," Astarion corrected as he snatched the shirt from your hands, "Now pay attention. Look at where the tear starts. Notice how it's on the seam?"

You nodded along as Astarion explained the basics to you. He could tell that you were trying your damndest to pay attention, but when it was your turn to hold the needle your hands couldn't stop shaking. Astarion frowned as he tried to watch you work, his view obfuscated by the angle and the flow of your hair.

Well that wouldn't do.

Before he could think better of it he was hauling you into his lap, ignoring your surprised squeak as he situated you just right.

That was better. At least now he could see what you were doing. It was a sloppy stich, sloppy enough for him to undo it before putting the needle back in your hand.

"Now do it again," Astarion ordered, "Let me see what your doing wrong."

Astarion watched as you tried again, frowning when he realized your shaking was even worse than before. In fact, you seemed more nervous than ever, your face red as you kept your eyes down.

It made Astarion torn between watching your hands and looking at your face. You really were adorable, getting all worked up from simply being in his lap, all while trying to stay dutifully undistracted. He could almost hear your heart racing, obvious through the tension coursing through you.

Silly little thing, acting all shy like he hadn't already literally been inside of you. But at least you were doing better, your stitching straighter than Astarion had ever seen it. Maybe he'd have to make the lap-sitting mandatory from now on, for the good of your learning.

"See," Astarion said softly, his breath tickling your ear as he leaned in closer, "You're perfectly capable of learning this."

"So it looks good?" You asked, taking a chance to glance at him. Astarion hadn't realized just how close the two of you really were. He had never... seen you like this before. So closely. Even when you slept together, he had been a bit distracted by other parts of your body. He never noticed just how many light freckles were hiding across the bridge of your nose, how your eyes looked almost golden in candlelight. You smelled nice too, sweet. Like you had been rolling around in a field of lilies. Considering your personality, Astarion had to wonder if that's exactly what you did.

It would take almost nothing to press your lips together. Barely a turn on the head.

"Astarion, are you listening?"

The sound of his voice snapped him out of his revelry. He straightened, clearing his throat as he looked over your work again, embarrassed in a way that he couldn't quite describe.

Maybe you weren't the only one being affected after all.

"It looks better," Astarion said honestly, "But still needs work. You'll almost certainly be needing more lessons."

Preferably like this. Astarion wasn't quite ready to let you go yet, not when you felt so pleasantly warm in his lap. But luckily enough for him, you didn't seem quite so keen to leave.

Astarion tightened his hold on you laughing at the way it made you gasp, "But that's enough for today. I think you've earned a reward. Don't you?"

"I-yes?" You said back, your eyes flitting from Astarion's mouth and back, "Please?"

You really were too precious. How could he possibly say no to that?

Astarion grinned as he tilted your chin up, finally pressing your lips together. It was an odd feeling, kissing someone when he couldn't stop smiling, but he supposed you just had that effect on him.

Maybe being the camp seamstress wasn't so bad after all.

[god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes]

Open starter:caffeine

You find Hephaestus at his forge, seemingly on a caffeine high because there’s like 30 finished weapons, this includes an assortment of swords, bows, shields, spears, a few glaives, few maces and overall he’s just moving very very fast and not speaking

(Another ✨open starter✨)