#I AM SO EXCITE

[underwaterbanshee]

I was so enraptured by a Pinocchio who lied unblinking to a shadow witch’s face to save Geppetto’s life that Lou had to throw his own broken nose straight at my face during adventuring party because I missed the symbolism of how nasty a puppet who can lie can get the first time around.

[dilf-din]

HOW WE DOIN BERZATTO NATION

[janeelyakiri]

Alright I'm done I'm finally gonna start moving on from Fandom art and try some new stuff.

"Cult of Lamb: first verse canon comics announced"

... later I'll do that later

hell YYYEAAAAAAHHHH

[virulentmastermind]

@ashenwinds has entered the web.

𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐌, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄, 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄-𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍. Orange pupils and elongated slits squint at such a sight: surely, this was a decoration, not the Killer he had been placed with for the new, intriguing challenges of tackling bigger (and more) sacrifices for the malevolent Entity that had given him everything he wished for.

Dressed in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform, Albert peers up at the skellie and waves his hand in front of them, taking in all of the pirate's features as he does so. The black hair thrust into a bun and orange eyes that almost gleam like embers - quite reflective of his own eyes - are the only indication that this might be his ally for the upcoming Trial. The being is decorated in all sorts of crystals, as well, and horns protrude from their brow...

What a curious thing.

Eyes flicker, then, to the surrounding area. Even stranger, as if stolen from a book he'd read as a teenager. Not the Raccoon City Police Department, then. He did love staining that old location of his memory in rivers of blood. No, instead, surrounding him - and that gigantic skeleton - is a dungeon. The decaying remains of corpses and skeletons litter the place.

He stares back at the Warden now, keeping his distance but also curious.

"Decoration or Killer?" he asks, and brandishes his knife as if to show his allegiance. The slight British cadence of his voice makes the question all the louder in the dungeon. Uroboros moves and wraps around his wrist, snaking up to lovingly flick a tendril along Wesker's S.T.A.R.S.'s patch. Even it is ready for a fight.

"What is your specialty? I bring forth pestilence."

That same tendril swirls, as if it is nodding.

[mslanna]

GUESS WHO'S GOING TO WORLDCON THIS YEAR?!?!?!?!?!?

[naomiknight-17]

My uranium glass has shipped

[devildungeondm]

Alright, Sheep. Who’s ready for Eddie?

[prismportrait]

my drawing tablet is working again!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[mrgaretcarter]

HER BRAIN

[maria-tries]

autumn kitties to greet the -ber months 🎃

[dekariosclan]

Larian Studios in 2029: As always we continue to improve the romance experience in Baldur’s Gate 3! See below for some of the changes coming with Patch #43:

— You now have the ability to argue about your tax returns with your spouse

— Fixed an issue where the game would freeze while you & your partner were shopping at the IKEA in Baldur’s Gate

— If you opted to have children, you must now pass a DC 30 check in order to have the energy to stay awake past 9:45 pm

— If partnered with Gale and living in Waterdeep, you can now discuss whose family you will be spending next Waukeentide with (*note, not an option with a Dark Urge character)

[stuck-in-jelly]

Kabru honey how the FUCK where they supposed to know the money they donated was gonna go to an illegal goods ring be so fucking for real 😭

[virulentmastermind]

@ignitedashes sent:

It seems that the being who has brought them all into this realm of their own was turning their attention to a certain blonde now. There are whispers that are following which Wesker SHOULD be well versed with by now.

" . . . We need to t a l k. Shall I take a more suited f o r m for y ou?" The Entity needing to 'talk' meant business.

𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐒) 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌. Chills ripple up and down his spine, the cold seeping through his clothes, and the Entity's presence makes him take pause. He is so used to communing with Uroboros that when the Entity approaches, he always has a slight headache.

"Yes," he says simply, cradling his temple, "might as well, so we may discuss whatever it is that you so desire. Without your shift, I will not be able to hold a conversation for long. What is it, your Grace?"

[erabu-san]

😦