#shocking

[sometimess-maybee]

We’re shocking

[theartingace]

up too late once again in the name of continuing to attempt to visualize a voice in Arthur's head: return of bedsheet John; now with TEETH

[jae-in-a-trenchcoat]

Jim study

[vasira96]

this was supposed to be a comp for a traditional piece, but turns out i still like this version better than the one i traditionally painted

[sheyfu]

boothill kin moment 😴😴

— 𝖿𝗍. 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗁𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖺, 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗈, 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗄𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂 𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗒𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗂 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

— '𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮𝖮 😂😂😂🤞🤞🤞'

— 𝖼𝗐: 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀; 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽/𝗀𝗈𝗋𝖾/𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍; 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍/𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗌 (𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖨𝖲 𝖠 𝖢𝖱𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖥𝖨𝖢 𝖳𝖧𝖮 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮 𝖲𝖮 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖦𝖨𝖭 𝖡𝖠𝖣)

𝖧𝖤𝖸 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾!! 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 2 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝖾𝗎𝖾𝗎𝖾; 𝗂 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 (𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗍𝗏 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮) 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍 on 𝗍𝗁𝖾 2𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾!! 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 1 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒! 𝖠𝖭𝖸𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖲𝖲𝖲 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋?

HELLOOOOO I HOPE THIS WAS ENOJYBLE FOR EVERYONE!!! reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! thanks for being here and hope to see you again!!

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

You wanna know what I'm surprised I haven't seen more of? Bard Tavs serenading Astarion, or singing him to sleep with a lullaby composed just for him. I'm sure Astarion would eat up all that affection.

This is so cute omg. And also managed to be an actual drabble instead of a novel! As always cw for spoilers!

~

Astarion woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around. But he wasn't in Cazador's torture room. No, instead he was at the Elfsong, safe and sound in a private room. It had been another nightmare, a typical occurrence as of late.

Atarion had assumed that those would stop after the monster was dead, but they seemed to be more frequent than ever. It felt unfair. He had won. Cazador was dead, by his own hand. There was nothing left to fear. Well... that wasn't including the tadpole still trapped in his lover's skull, not to mention his own. And the Elder Brain. And the cult of Bhaal. But in all honesty, all of that felt so small now with his slave master disintegrated. If he could do what had felt impossible, what had been impossible, for centuries, why couldn't he accomplish the rest?

Astarion groaned as he sat up, realizing for the first time that he was alone in bed. But luckily enough you hadn't gone far. He turned to find you sitting on the window sill, illuminated by the moonlight as you scribbled away in your journal.

You glanced over at the sound of his shuffling, your brow furrowed, "Star? Why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Astarion sighed, the coldness of your side of the bed coming into full perspective. He would like that fixed sooner than later, "Now come back to me, it's cold."

You smiled, slipping down from your perch to join him in bed. Astarion wasn't quite sure when such simple actions would stop making him melt like an infatuated teenager. He was starting to think that it would never come to an end.

You laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against his chest, "You know how I love to sleep in fits and starts. But you don't exactly have the same excuse, do you? You look so tired lately."

Astarion frowned, loathing the fact that his lack of sleep had become so obvious. But then again, if anyone was going to be familiar with his night terrors, it would be you. He sighed, "Just nightmares. Nothing you haven't heard before."

You frowned, "That doesn't make them pleasant."

"No," Astarion laughed softly, "It doesn't. But now it's your turn. What were you up to in the middle of the night?"

"Just some writing. I've been working on a few things."

"Like what?" Astarion asked, sincerely curious. You were quite the talent as a bard, a fact that he was aware of before he fell in love with you.

"A new ballad mostly, with a lullaby on the side."

That sounded well within your wheel house, though this was the first time he'd heard of you writing a lullaby, "What inspired that?"

"You," You said simply, "But I know how you get when I'm all mushy, so I kept it to myself for now."

Astarion hadn't expected that, but that massive smile that broke out on his face at the news wasn't a surprise. He kissed the top of your head, still smiling to himself, "I don't recall ever saying I disliked you being a sickening romantic. Can I hear it?"

You looked up at him, surprised for some reason. Which was frankly silly. Who wouldn't want to hear a song written about them from the person they loved most? For once in his life Astarion was being the normal one here.

"You want me to sing to you?" You asked, sitting up in bed to smile down at him.

Astarion grinned back, "I wouldn't object to it."

"Well in that case..."

And then you started to sing. Astarion adored the sound of your voice, and apparently he loved it even more when you were singing about him.

Little star, so bright and fierce,

Beautiful with eyes that pierce,

But that's not all there is,

He's strong and swift with perfect lips to kiss, a humor that is only his,

Charming and witty, a wish come true,

If only the rest of the world knew.

Astarion wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep that night, but it was to the sound of your sweet, melodious voice and with a smile plastered to his face.

And for the first time in days, he didn't have a single nightmare.

[lillchris]

YALLLLL……….🫠🫠🫠🫠

An anon sent me this pic today and oh my god this could be game changer! Not only for Pazzi in gen but for the timeline too cuz y’all look at the date of the vid!

If you all are wondering her repost is still there you just have to scroll VERY FAR

P & A never beating the gf allegations FR there’s too much evidence!!!

[locomotive-complicity]

-- Steven n' his drums ♡

[echo-jpg]

Colour practice with Rosamund

[ukelele-boy]

Headcanon that the stronger a deity is, the more likely they will lose themselves/their sense of self to their domain.

Ex: I am a god of the sky - > I AM the sky.

I'm thinking about Apollo coming back after pulling from the chaos itself to reform his divinity. Him coming back much stronger due to it but also experiencing the Loss Of Self when using too much of his powers, on the verge of losing rational thought and becoming the element itself. Him with his freshly minted identity after the trials struggling a lot since its not quite established yet.

I was very inspired by the "I feared huge parts of my identity would shake loose if I stopped clinging to Artemis" stuff in TON.

But yeah that was a long winded way to say:

I wanted more whump.

Specifically the "Apollo's mind going where am I who am I and someone hugging him to get him to come back to himself" type.

Something like Apollo going up into flames and losing who he is:

"I felt my powers flicker, and I gritted my teeth, sweat beading my brow.

I needed to save her!

Light shot from my hand, and I saw the monster stumble from the strength of it. And then I felt a certain weightless as the world fell away.

I was burning, a bright ball up in the sky, I was the sun...the light traveling space, and I needed to save someone...but I couldn't remember why. Or even what I was."

[flyingtacoturtle11]

Reading the sunshine court and the world does not revolve around Andrew minyard??

[cupids-fiction]

if strange hill high was released during/after the pandemic the fandom would be THRIVING

a sci fi highschool comedy with nerdy characters AND it’s puppetry??? ahead of its time.

[lisamarie-vee]

[sp0o0kylights]

Eddie had done this often enough that the last person he expected to see at the door was a well-built dude with some sports jersey on. 

“Oh hey.” Sports Guy said, not looking remotely surprised to see them (nor was he hysterical, panicking, nervous, rushing Eddie inside or doing anything people normally did when it came to a home haunting.) “Eddie right? With Hellfire?” 

“That’s me.” Eddie said, giving a dorky little tug at his shirt, right over the Hellfire Hunters emblem, and regretted it immediately. 

“Come in.” Sports Guy said, stepping aside with a wave. 

His house wasn’t quite a mansion, but it was enormous, and Eddie could barely listen as Sports Guy began giving a run through of the layout of his home. 

“It mostly stays outside, but we’ve caught it in the house a few times.” He was saying as he went, pointing out various things that sounded an awful lot more like Eddie was here to catch a racoon than a ghost. 

Halfway through his spiel a literal herd of children, led by a curly headed kid who shrieked “Steve! Don’t catch it without me!” before shooting down some stairs, and Eddie become concerned some wires had been crossed.

“You understand you hired ghost hunters, right? We’re here to…” Eddie paused, because for the first time in his life, it felt so stupid to say what he did for a living. “Hunt ghosts?” 

“I know. Dustin--that’s the curly haired kid that just ran by--brought it home by accident. The kids named it Dart but it keeps ruining my rhododendrons. 

“Your--rhododendrons?” 

Steve nodded, face serious. “I’m in line for winning the county's best garden prize at the fair this year. Check in is in a month. If I replace any more flowers with store bought ones they’re gonna disqualify me.” 

Steve the Sports Guy lived in a giant fricken house, with a buttload of children, and was worried about a ghost haunting his flowers. 

Eddie wasn’t sure what the hell he’d just fallen into, but he was desperate to learn more. 

Not just because Steve was the hottest man he had ever seen in his life. 

(...Maybe because Steve was the hottest man Eddie had seen in his life but who could blame him? Those biceps, god!)

[kiaerinnn]

NO. WAY. OK SO, I was watching Brent Miller's (voice of Zane) video on interviewing Kirby Morrow (voice of Cole) and I found out that he voiced a shower head in a Lime-a-way commercial in 2012!😂

(R.I.P Kirby you are missed.💔)