#a grand performance

[snakedifferentskin]

"There they are! Aren't they beautiful?"

Oliver's whisper is filled with nothing short of excitement as he takes Marc's hand in his own to gain his attention, standing completely still behind a tree as he watches two butterflies land peacefully on top of their own flower. The angel had insisted on showing the demon the beauty of the forest, hoping it'll lessen the scowl of distaste on his face when he's forced to walk along the soil and insects. What better way to end the day than by presenting him with his favorite creations?

"I've seen the occasional lucky human form bonds with these creatures. Their wings are transparent, did you know that? They're fascinating–"

A ladybug soaring in between them and landing on the back of Marc's hand cuts him off with a quiet gasp and a grin, looking between the demon and the minuscule insect with nothing short of wonder. "Oh, a Ladybug. They're believed to bring luck if you're chosen. Who knows what kind of marvelous future awaits you! Isn't it wonderful how such a small creature is so beloved?"

Humans and managed to learn how to kill every insect on earth, indirectly or not. Their self made utopias rarely had a bug in sight, cleansed from their homes and destroyed. Marc had loved making them, beautiful creatures that he’d cultivated for the infinite time before the beginning. None of his beloved creations were sent to Hell, hoarded by heaven. They sent down beetles, flies, and spiders. The demon had refused to enjoy the greenery of Earth when his very own creations no longer belonged to him.

“Yes angel. They’re butterflies,” he quietly answers, staring at the delicate insects. He hadn’t let himself look at them since he first fell, the creatures made so delicately. Paper thin bodies and wings, all hand painted by him. “I know. Humans love assigning little things to creatures. I was in a store last week, and they were selling teapots with ladybugs painted along the side. I should’ve asked for copyright.” Marc places a claw on top of the ladybug, moving it to his other hand.

[appaeve]

that’s a wrap!

[markscherz]

I put it to you that Scaphiophryne marmorata is peak frog.

Why?

Well first, it's pretty round, which is key.

Now get a load of those fingers.

Big, expanded discs at the end, ideal for climbing.

But what's happening back there with those toes? No discs there. Those are good for walking and hopping around on the ground.

Now, let's gently turn them over

First, excellent tum, 17 out of 10, no notes.

But what's that at the base of the foot? Those big projections? Yep, those are spades. This climbing, hopping frog is an excellent digger!

I like to think of these Scaphiophryne as all-terrain frogs. They're basically good at everything. They defy our categorical labels of 'arboreal', 'terrestrial', or 'fossorial', and say 'por qué no los tres?'—but in Malagasy, so 'nahoana no tsy izy telo?'

[justabiteofspite]

"Astarion doesn't do big romantic gestures."

My Durge still trying to get graveyard dirt out of her ass crack after being lovingly pounded into it by Astarion who wanted to share with her this deeply joyful and meaningful reclamation of himself after sharing a vulnerable declaration of his love, at this place he hasn't shown anyone else but her: "Then what the actual fuck was that???"

[azuremist]

“Into the Light”

Post-Grandfest Performance — Off the Hook

[autoboros]

Out of bounds is beautiful

[arianarunspop]

ARIANA GRANDE Honeymoon Avenue Live from London (2023)

[kecobe]

Nancy Wilson on Hollywood Boulevard, 1963 Photo: © Ken Veeder/Capitol Photo Archives

[muri-ne]

mentally, i am still here.... after my last match i came out here and into the light was playing and it was soo over for me sdlkfh some grand fest pics i took under the cut :]

the whole thing was so cool and i would break up my turfwar matches with picture sessions lmao im really glad i got to play this

[snakedifferentskin]

They didn’t listen. They didn’t even give him a chance.

They… they shunned him.

Oliver’s fall is painful, horribly so, just as Marc had described. He still remembers being held down, the threat of a blade hovering over the base of his wings as he pleaded in between sobs only to be taken pity on by a Seraphim. He’s not sure if the small mercy on his wings was better or worse.

As he crashes into a murky pond and he forces his body to drag himself out, every inch of his vessel trembles and quivers from the exertion. Everything hurts. His muscles ache, his wings are charred from being lit aflame during his fall and only being put out from landing in the filthy waters, and there’s an unfamiliar pain in his soul that’s the worst of all. He can feel the remaining pure light of his spirit being ripped away from him.

Oliver almost instantly falls back onto the ground when he tries to rise, laying flat on his stomach on the wet grass as the heavens mourn and cry for him with each raindrop.

He cries. He sobs, wails, screams as he clutches at the Earth beneath him, mourns the loss of his family and status and purpose. It still hurts.

He’s nothing now.

A celebration ruptures through Hell as they hear the crash of an angel against the Earth. Chants go out and begin taking bets on every aspect of the angels tumble down from grace. From why it fell to how burnt it would be, even the reasons why it fell. All of them want to see when the angel would fall and become another impish being. Some even bet on who it is, naming all their old friends and family still hanging in the clouds. Marc only was back down there to trade for new mortal vices and delights for his lover. Hearing the rumours of an angel falling, he remembers what day it is. Oliver was going to heaven, to try and confront them.

Rising up from the dirt, Marc begins to run around the forest and try to find his angel. He smells the charred and burnt edges of flesh, nauseating as ever. Dropping the presents like a trail of breadcrumbs, passing by the lake and finding Oliver in the pond. Destroyed in his fall, his wings blackened and stretched out around him. Such horrific screams, unable to stop crying in agony. Marc falls beside him, pulling him out from the mud and onto the grass. “Darling, darling I’m so sorry. Darling!”

[lynxfrost13]

EULR-S2313 “Holt”

Awesome artfight attack of her by archivebottles on twitter ^^

Holt time let’s go!!

- she’s an old EULR unit that works in Sierpinski-23’s medical wing, she takes care of both replika repairs and patching up gestalts. She’s known throughout the facility as one of the better medical units due to her experience and patients often request her not only for her skills but her company (she’s a terrible gossip even by Eule standards!).

- Holt was given her name from her tendency for hand holding both professionally to comfort her patients, and to generally show affection! Those who know her well also know that her name comes from her stubbornness for a EULR. When she sets her mind to something she refuses to let it go!! She does not take no for an answer! Especially when she’s caring for patients!

- She has a petty grudge against Storch Sieben. No one knows why, but the two of them don’t like each other and can’t be in the same room for very long unless someone wants a shouting match

- When a certain Kolibri unit had an accident in the mines, Holt fixed her face and then after learning that the Kolibri had lost her bioresonance and was being considered for decommission, pulled some strings and kept the decomm request at bay. This initially caused some friction between her and Kolibri, with Holt wanting to keep her alive and well, but Kolibri feeling purposeless without being able to hear her cadre. Although they got off on the wrong foot they grew close and spent a good deal of their spare time together (cue much teasing in the Eule dorms)

- Holt and Kolibri eventually became lovers, Holt had had a crush on her for a while and finally worked up the nerve to confess it. Kolibri felt the same and the two kept their relationship under wraps due to the already tense situation Holt had created in preventing her Kolibug’s decommission request. They still had each other and were happy for a few more years at least (there was much teasing and even more kisses in that time, they loved each other dearly)

- The mysterious illness infecting the replikas of Sierpinski-23 eventually claimed Holt though. During the infection she worked hard to try to treat ailing replikas, or at least bring them some comfort before they had to be put out of their misery. When Holt began showing signs of sickness, Kolibri stayed by her side in the medical office as her condition worsened to the point that she couldn’t recognize her lover at all.

- Holt couldn’t control herself and was confused and scared, she attacked Kolibug when she came to check on her that last day. Kolibug killed her in self defense and remained by her beloved’s side afterwards.

[third-king-of-salmonids]

CANNOT BELIEVE BUDGETING. ‘WE DONT HAVE THE FUNDS FOR THE BIGGEST CUNTIEST OUTFIT YOU EVER SAW’ WELL IM NOT BEING OUTSHONE BY A GLAM-ROCK PANCAKE AT GRAND FESTIVAL SOOOOO

[justdavina]

La Grande Dame is a amazing drag queen!

[arigrande-edits]

[musicfromtheceiling]

Grand Jaloprix 🏁

For this Micro Comic Summer I offer you ... 9 pages of NYYYYOOOM CRASH BOOM 🏎️🏎️🏎️💨🏁

[arianarunspop]

✧ ARIANA GRANDE performing 'we can't be friends (wait for your love)' on Saturday Night Live (March 9, 2024)