It’s IRONIC. god. Nobody understands satire humor these days
First attempt at drawing Gideon and Kremy went surprisingly well maybe I’m destined to become a scaly idk. You guys have no idea how hard it was finding a pose that was easy to draw with Kremy’s alligator mouth. I probably forgot like 400 fey curses I barely remembered gideons flower crown. I’m not drawing that thing but imagine the dulcet tones of the worlds greatest bard (morning Ross) playing in the background.
Guys you can’t blame me I just watched episode 15 and I was possessed and blacked out and woke up staring at this
Ft. Some drunk pixie wives and the only three people that cared about Thaco (I did not look up a reference I just drew a clown)
"I have many fears, most of them about Lucrezia."
— Cesare Borgia (The Borgias, 2011-2013) + hints of insecurity
that she adores someone that much / if she will reject his dark nature and act of love and violence as Ursula did / if he truly is not part of her desires / that she easily forgets him
This chapter is still in the future and doesn't advance the plot but STILL, we got so much from it!!! So much "reciprocate feelings Mgs"
First of all little Mo's working on luxury cars!!! I'm so happy for him, he obviously loves cars/bikes like this
Second, Mo called He Tian handsome UNPROMPTED, TWICE. First a little to appease Ht, second because when his Bf turned his face Mo found him so handsome he couldn't help but say/think it again!!!!!
Third, as we know Ht smokes when he's stressed/in a bad mood, and the first thing Mo does is reach out to take away the cigarette. AND this looser loves and feels so attracted to He tian, that he blushed after Ht pulled him close and blew smoke in his face
And lastly not only did he stop to look for a flower to give He Tian to apologize, he also blushed while giving him the gift
Bonus his reaction to forgetting he had a date with Ht lol. He knows his bf so well, I just know he was thinking about how pouty and upset Ht would be
When he heard the death rattle, Gilgamesh moaned like a dove. His face grew dark. “Beloved, wait, don’t leave me. Dearest of men, don’t die, don’t let them take you from me.”
Truly, if you are so upset that Aemond wasn't secretly ripped all to hell that your response is to compare him to the Voldemort baby thing, go touch grass.
If it were animated, I would be a little more sympathetic. But Aemond is played by a real person, with a real body. Despite believing it was a deliberate choice with how that scene was framed to intentionally make him smaller, i don't care if I'm wrong. I feel the same about Aemond, and Ewan for that matter, after that episode as I did before.
Ewan proves time and again that he is a wonderfully intelligent and passionate person, with more talent in his facial muscles than I have in my entire body (dude is very expressive and I love that). He loves his characters, loves animals, has a lot of fun with his work and fashion. I could listen to him talk on and on about anything and just find joy in it.
Please go touch some fucking grass. Or better yet, look at yourself in the mirror and reflect on why you depend so heavily on the body of someone else to make or break a fucking show WITH DRAGONS for you.
Do you guys think that Adaine and Aelwyn ever had tiny moments of solidarity in their young childhoods? Like a small glance across the kitchen table when their dad said something particularly uncomfortable at dinner, or a late night conversation in the kitchen that lasted a little bit longer than either of them really expected it to?
Like maybe Aelwyn would cast healing on a knee scrape that she most certainly was the cause of, or Adaine would make a quiet comment about a good test score she got to make her feel better about something. Maybe Aelwyn passively read up on calming panic attacks and anxiety episodes, while Adaine secretly wished she got to keep her sister’s old clothes as hand-me-downs. Maybe they used to hold hands when crossing the street, or did the dishes together, or smushed together on the couch so they could both read the same book.
I think that for as much as they have always “hated” each other, there have to have been moments where love seeped through. They lived in that house together, and as much as I know their experiences were wildly different, they both endured abuse and neglect at the hands of their parents. there has to have been some times where they aligned into some kind of more gentle understanding of one another even if only for a few moments.
my biggest off-season hobby is watching old races and when commentary alludes to some rosquez crimes in another session i immediately abandon the race to find out what attention seeking horrors they were embroiled in and nine times out of ten they’re just hilarious like what was this please
i think skeletons would pose a really interesting subject to try out various techniques, but alas i know naught of knots so yall just get me playing with aesthetics
i drew these in november but forgot to post them whoops
If I found out my sibling planned to sell out our whole family to our eternal enemy because they were a little bit suicidal and bored with eternity, I’d tear them to pieces. Like find a new hobby don’t hit the fucking nuclear meltdown button jfc
I am so not immune to a Medea moment. my beloved has left me. we had a life and a love and a child. my beloved has left me for another. I have lost my life and my love. I still have my child. my beloved deserves to pay. all he has ever really loved is our child. here is a stage. here is a role. here is the chorus to sing my sins. here is my beloved with his horrified gaze, fixed on me. here is my beautiful daughter. here I am, in her countenance, her phrasing, her cruelty and her mirth, mother that I am. punishing him. letting the light in. letting my daughter burn. and here I am, in those beautiful eyes of the girl I helped raise, the very last thing she ever sees before she dies. I am her and she is me; and all that is left of us both is utter agony