#i need to study them like bugs

[spiralshipper]

doodle i did like a week ago. i just want them happy and sappy ngl. i also want them angry and screaming too but im ass at posing so. i like to think of them training together a bit. classic keeping up for their respective jobs. i feel like william would take up pilates just to fuck w zeke a bit.

most of my drawings r pretty self indulgent bcs i dont really believe that them getting together would b smooth like At All. other than that fact i love seeing different interpretations of their lives post canon, its so fun!!! do they keep up the cat and mouse games, does zeke give up broken by the internal conflict and grief, does william get caught, does zeke end up incriminated, do they never speak again but feel like something is missing? I NEED MORE OF THEM HGHHHHHHH

[vamppeach]

just finished this book and I'm unfortunately obsessed

there is very little fic or art but it seems like there are a few fans on tumblr so hiiiiii. when i finish the series i am going to write the most deranged fic. for me.

[leashybebes]

more of this. it's happening, y'all

On Thursdays, Evan works in a queer friendly bar. That mostly means women who want to drink and dance without being bothered by creeps, sheltered college students testing the waters, and people who wander in and only belatedly clock the rainbow decor. The last couple of weeks there's been a guy in his section he's not sure how to categorize. He's about Evan's height but broader - really buff, and classically handsome in a sharp jaw and killer cheekbones way that Buck's a little envious of, honestly. He could clean up in WeHo, could probably have any woman in the bar come running if he'd look up from his string of nasty craft beers that he occasionally chases with a shot of Jack and actually smile at someone. Evan's willing to bet he has a great smile, but he also has a closed off air like a forcefield around him.

"Hey," Evan says when he collects the empty glass from the guy's latest gross beer. He also hands over a napkin with a phone number courtesy of the cute blonde, or possibly her cute brunette friend at the end of the bar. "Couple ladies over there trying to get your attention."

"Oh." The guy looks at the napkin like it might bite him. "Uh. I'm not - I'm not interested."

Evan shrugs. "Your loss, man."

The guy uses one fingertip to nudge the napkin back towards Evan. Swallows sharply enough that Evan can track the motion of it with his eyes.

"I'm gay."

"Yeah? In that case, the dude three seats down is gonna be delighted."

The guy blinks a couple times, sneaks a glance down the bar like he thinks he's gonna get slapped for it.

"Not tonight," he says.

Evan shrugs. "Get you another gross beer?"

The guy looks at him, and it's not the smile Evan was imagining, but it's at least half a smirk, and it makes a line next to his mouth deepen, almost a dimple. "Should you be calling the drinks you sell gross?"

"Call it as I see it, man. I like Bud Light and cocktails, so."

"Jesus Christ."

"Evan, actually," Evan tells him, with a grin.

"I'm Tommy."

"Hey, Tommy. So. Gross beer or fruity cocktail?"

Tommy looks at him, eyebrows drawing together, shoulders going a little tight. "Is that a dig?"

Evan replays his words. "Oh, shit no! Not at all! Fruity like containing fruit, not fruity like fruity. Who even says that anymore? I wouldn't, I mean - I'm an ally!"

Tommy looks, honestly, a little baffled by Evan's whole existence which is unfortunately not a look he's unfamiliar with.

"I think I'm gonna call it a night," he says, and Evan's heart sinks a little. Tommy looks like a guy who desperately needs to cut loose.

"Nah, c'mon, I just accidentally hate crimed you, let me make you piña colada. On me."

Tommy relaxes a tiny bit. "Okay. Sure. Thanks, Evan."

[okavara]

kel you little freak I said turn off the salt lamp not lick it

[scottie-draws-sometimes]

Rouge doodle dump because I genuinely can’t stop thinking about this guy since p1 released Jay Ninjago save me

[littlelightfish]

This half-foot. Dandan.

Looks preety similar to this lady here (I'll put them together so you see):

Half-lidded eyes, black hair&eyes, small eyebrows, curly hair... Dandan's skin is lighter probably because of low sun exposure (dungeon), and he has tons of freckles because he preety.

This two are clearly relatives if not siblings.

Flertom is a mirror image of the lady up there. She got Chil's eyes. She even has almost the same haircut (a bit longer). She's clearly the mother. We've solved Chilchuck's wife mystery.

But this wasn't what I was going to say.

This implies that Wife and Dandan both knew Chilchuck since their childhood. Because there's no way that Chil was just friend of the sister. They're both close to the same age, and I'll say Dandan is a Younger sibiling (she gives big sis vibes, and he gives young bro vibes). So either she introduced him to her brother or he introduced him to his sister and they became best friends as kids.

Could you imagine how their relationship was after Chil's Wife left him?

He knows he has to say something, but he doesn't want to end his relationships. At the end he takes his sister's side. He distances a bit from Chilchuck, calling him an "aquitance" rather than a friend. It isn't that he hates him, is just that it's complicated. And they both know it. They're in good terms tho, they just aren't best friends anymore and they don't talk about it. Their worry is the guild, not their personal stuff.

That's why Dandan introduces Chilchuck to Laios. If they were in bad terms, he would've suggested any other half-foot. They both priorize the guild and general safety of their own race. That's why Dandan suggests Chil instead of a less experienced hafling. He cares about the union and respects Chil's time and experience in dungeons. They're on good terms, at least good enough. Summing up, I get the feeling Dandan doesn't particularly likes Chil after what happened with his sister, but he respects him at least.

[imreallyonthishellsite]

Saiki family goes to counseling and it ends with kusuo and kusuke getting into a fist fight, kuniharu crying in a corner, kurumi flipping the couch over, and the counselor considering a career change

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

Do you think Cowgirl and Darry still have issues arguing? To me they could possibly give off the vibe of oldest daughter and father who clash because they’re so similar but idk

that's actually a real good comparison to be honest! ok so I imagine that cowgirl really only exists post canon. very much a 'n on top of all that BULLSHIT. I'm a GIRL?' but anyhow I mention that cause I think Darry n Cowgirl's fightin never totally goes away even after canon. in every universe she's still a teenager who thinks she knows everythin n Darry is always still her older brother. they can't not fight sometimes. but it looks a lot different post canon. it's a lot more controlled. with a lot more love. in my mind Darry n her have this system where when one or the other starts gettin too heated they take a 'smoke break' from the argument so they can walk away n calm down.

cowgirl n darry have always been way too similar to not fight. n the fact that she's his sister now not his brother doesn't make her any less of his kid sibling who is the most annoyin person on God's earth. who he loves so much he just has to nag.

[constantvariations]

I always found it interesting that Cazador didn't simply replace Astarion in order to complete the ritual. At first, I thought it was his obsession with Astarion that prevented him from doing so, or perhaps his pride wouldn't allow even a single spawn to escape the fate he created for them

Then I watched Origin Astarion confront Cazador, and the latter said the following:

All those souls you brought me, all linked through the lines I carved on your back. All linked through your blood.

Somehow, every single one of Astarion’s conquests is connected through him to the ritual. The line about blood makes me think there's more to it than just the scars

Perhaps all those tortures Astarion endured weren't entirely on sadistic whims, and the blood collected from those torments was embedded in the carvings of each of his victims. Going by the description of Scarlet Feast, Rhapsody seems to have a container, so it would be easy to carry Astarion’s blood inside the carving weapon itself. Quite convenient, really

Anyway, that's just a theory. I'd love to know y'all's thoughts

[sillyshenaniganz]

Peeps on twitter say this one so here yall go

[bookwyrminspiration]

they should put a limit on how many identity crises u can have at once. single file line please

[fairie-bread]

“i either win or i learn” well damn that rome final definitely taught him something i GUESS!

[akaessi]

how are people finding where to publish their articles as a recent graduate? Like I'm currently writing an article in the vein of historical linguistics, linguistic anthropology, and literacy studies....but like...where does it go?

[sapphic--kiwi]

rewatched the tinkerbell movies recently. was struck with inspiration to design sparrowmen versions of TK and Carlos. this is the resulting art ✨✨

TK - healing talent

Carlos - scout talent

[v1neyy]

Hi! Ethubs 13?

Ethubs…. save me ethubs…. I yearn for snowy winter time ethubs…….

Etho/Bdubs - #13, a kiss in the snow.

WC: 449 || original post!

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Snowflakes drifted from the sky, collecting in his hair. Etho sneezes as he finishes tying his ice skates. He looks up to see Bdubs already stepping out onto the frozen pond, each step filled with confidence.

Standing up, he trudges through the small snowbanks with a huff and a puff and stops right at the edge.

Bdubs gives him a toothy grin and extends a hand towards him, “C’mon baby!”

They interlock hands (admittedly not well considering the gloves in the way) and Etho cautiously takes a few steps onto the ice. He glides a little and nearly falls on his face but is stopped by a hand gripping his hip, holding him steady. He holds on tightly as Bdubs skates backwards, bringing the two closer to the middle.

He holds Etho close to him tightly, slowly spinning them around. Snow catches in his eyelashes and continues to fall all around them, blanketing them in a cold chill that creeps through his jacket.

The numbness of his fingers doesn’t even register in his mind, not when Bdubs is looking at him like that. The white atmosphere makes him look almost ethereal. It steals his breath, his lungs, his heart, his soul. The warmth provided by Bdubs’ smile is enough to keep him cozy for the rest of his life.

His mask is pulled down, revealing his face. The parts of him only a few are allowed to see, all of his secrets and insecurities on display.

This is nothing new to Bdubs, having seen this face time and time again. Etho watches the man’s pupils trace his eyebrows, his eyes, the scar running through one, his nose, his lips. There was a time he was filled with fear- the fear of scaring Bdubs away, of the scars and the emotions being all too much for him to handle, but he stayed. He stayed through ups and downs and thick and thin, always by his side.

Etho leans down and cups his cheek. They both know this dance well, all the twists and turns.

He kisses Bdubs, putting all the thoughts and words he cannot say into it. He puts the love in his heart, the gratitude, the sheer need he feels for Bdubs, trying to communicate it all with the movement of his lips.

Bdubs pulls him closer, still keeping them spinning. The two go around and around in each other’s orbit, neither wanting to let go.

The snow continues to fall around them, creating an atmosphere of love and trust and promises, of a connection that goes far deeper than any cave or ocean. The unwavering loyalty between them, as imminent as snow on a cold winter day.

[hjemne]

This is such embarrassingly pathetic behaviour from this anon shitbag, but also I think it's deeply funny to send generic spam hate saying there's a 'lack of genuine positive feedback' on a fic that's been up for less than a day and has got 8 very positive comments from real accounts. Like... damn dude your hate mail game sucks you gotta at least try to pretend you've looked at the fic