#halway

[huariqueje]

Start of the day - Simeon Nijenhuis , 2024.

Dutch, b.1969 -

Oil on panel , 29 x 42 cm.

[beautifulrelaxingplace]

[moonsnqil]

part 2 of art i did for the aftg big bang

based on @valnillablonde 's tma au fic!

[nicoathogwarts]

some nico headcanons I have

Nico’s fighting style is mostly greek, but while on the run in the maze Nico learned to fight by raising the dead and having them teach him. Because of that it’s not uncommon for him to do something that surprises and terrifies everyone

ever since the Jar Incident Nico’s become a lot closer with the Ares kids

just like the Athena kids have arachnophobia all Ares kids have some degree of claustrophobia which can either kina suck or “the bunk beds are going to kill me if I have to sleep on them”

Nico grew out of the Ghost King nickname and he thinks it’s cringe but it’s been so long that everyone calls him it. It makes him think of Minos and the worst time in his life when he was living on the streets and so so angry and full of grief and hate.

He thanks the gods every day that Minos found him instead of Luke during that time because he knows, he knows that if Luke had offered him revenge against Percy back then he’d have taken it in a heartbeat. He’d have taken it because the gods needed to pay for letting his sister die.

Along those lines, Nico likes McDonalds because he had to like it. An ten/eleven year old can’t get much money his only options for food was finding change to get a happy meal or asking adults for money for food and praying they’d take pity on him

Nico collects sisters like mythomagic cards. Fuck with him and he’s the least of your worried when you have Annabeth, Piper, Hazel, Rayna, Clarisse and just about every girl in Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter standing behind him ready to fuck up your entire life.

Nico can always see Thanatos, sometimes he stares at nothing but he’s having a staring contest with Thanatos. He does this a lot when Will’s trying to save a camper’s life. It works far too well. No one really minds, if anything it’s funny because Thanatos loses nearly every time, even when he doesn’t it’s usually enough of a distraction that Will’s stabilized the camper and Thanatos isn’t needed

[cluepoke-archive]

It's been so rainy and dismal lately I needed to draw daisy with a good book and some of that head in the clouds nostalgia that comes with autumn storms

+ the sketchy bits under the cut because I enjoyed messing around with the settings too much on the final

[chowpatty-ka-icebear]

My face when i go to bring some evening snacks and the halwai asks me...

"ye 10 samose leke jaoge ya yahin khaoge?"

bitch you serious? you gotta be kidding me!

[kacievvbbbb]

Zoro and Mihawk are so funny because they both think they are the only normies in a world of strange people.

But the truth is that they are so fucking weird even by their weird world’s standards.

[babbblings]

Cg!Tenya Iida Moodboard + Headcanons!

i think tenya as a cg would be very protective, maybe even a bit too much sometimes but he would try his best to back off if told to

i feel like he would give the best hugs and cuddles, although i don't think he's rlly the type to give them unless asked for

would stay by his littles side as much as possible, especially when out in public together

i think he'd also probably check in w them pretty frequently to see if they need anything, even if they're right next to them

he's the type that would listen to nonsense babbles and respond as if it's a proper conversation

i think he would love any nicknames he's given + would occasionally refer to himself in third person with them as well

would pretend not to know simple stuff like shapes and colors of things just to make a little laugh/smile, e.g. "hmm, so that one is.. a square!" "nooo, that's a circle!!!!!"

i think he'd really enjoy being able to make them smile just in general, especially if he notices they've been having a bad day or something :-)

[applesafterlife]

anyways does anyone like The Magnus Archives here because I want friends. That will talk to me about it. I don't think my mom wants to hear me ramble 24/7

[tweeterwilbury]

[wolfavens]

V. until my bones turn to ashes and my heart stops beating

[vonlipvig]

started reading the half-life of valery k--so far so good--, and it did something that i really appreciate in books, which is telling us early on those physical characteristics of the main character that the author considers pertinent to know. chapter one, and boom, he looks in a mirror, hair is red. good! that's good to know! because if you had told me he was a redhead any later than chapter one i would have thrown my kindle into outer space. this is an author that cares for their readers.

[tojad-lisi]

Happy anniversary of the Stone Sword, here's a gift for y'all ^u^

[thatnununguy]

finished A6A2 yesterday!!! that was pretty awesome if u ask me :)

[coworkerjonathan]

I am both horrified and intrigued by your haunted-ass, TMA-adjacent workplace. The fact that your name is Jon likely is doing you no favors either. All due respect, what the fuck?

The mold room.... it haunts me

Thank you for sympathising. I love this place. It's terrible.

[thana-topsy]

WIP Wednesday~

I haven't shared any works in progress in a while, so I figured it might be nice! I'm trying to complete two more chapters of Halfway to the Sky before I post the next one, but here's a small snippet. Spoilers for anyone who hasn't read past Chapter 16:

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They met Gelebor outside of the kitchens. He began the tour with a soft smile and a brief history lesson. 

“The Great Chantry of Auriel was built in the Merethic era, as it has come to be known, when the Snow Elves were the predominant population here in Skyrim. I would like to say we were a peaceful society, but we were not. War and unrest plagued my people as much as it has plagued any great civilization. I saw too much violence in my younger years. It is one of the many reasons I turned to a monastic life. Auriel granted me refuge from the turmoil of mortal drama and helped me to see the temporality of it all.” 

Sarel wanted to ask what ‘temporality’ meant, but didn’t want to interrupt. 

“The Chantry was a refuge for many—lay and monastic alike. Here, follow me.”   

He led them to the frontmost room where the pilgrims once gathered. It was littered with broken statues and ice and dust. Slender beams of light shone through the long windows and erased parts of the room from Sarel’s vision, dissolving them into patches of white nothingness. Apparently, pilgrims used to perform a whole ritual to get here that involved traveling all over the Vale, visiting wayshrines and carrying water back and forth. It didn’t make sense to Sarel, but aside from the most basic tenets of the Altmeri pantheon, his father hadn’t raised him to understand the more tedious aspects of religious practices.

The chantry also had a whole second story, but Gelebor could only show them half of it. A large portion had been taken over by the creep of the glacier and lost to crumbling disuse. But it seemed to be mostly more sleeping chambers. A lot of people had lived here at one point. 

Sarel continued to hold his father’s hand as they walked the halls. The light that filtered through the windows of the upper story pulsed white hot. He flinched away as they passed through one of the sunbeams, turning his face towards his father’s arm. 

“The light hurts him,” Aiden said, his voice wavering with distress. “Must we walk this way?” 

“It’s alright,” Sarel said, wincing as he forced himself to turn his head forward. “I need to get used to it.”

Gelebor paused ahead of them, then turned around. He stared down at Sarel pensively for a silent moment, then stepped forward to gently take a knee in front of him. “What if we go sit in the garden?” 

“What!?” Aiden squawked. “Didn’t I just–?” 

“If Sarel doesn’t want to, then we won’t,” Gelebor assured, looking up at Aiden. “But…” He turned his gaze back to Sarel, offering the barest hint of a smile. “If you’d like to learn how to tolerate the sun, I can think of no more beautiful place.”

“Alright,” Sarel cautiously agreed. “What if I can’t stand it?” 

“Then we stop,” Gelebor said, as if it were obvious. 

 Sarel tugged at his earlobes, chewing at his lip and debating. He hazarded a look at the streak of buzzing light only to jerk his gaze away. Frustration warred with fear. He wanted to be able to sit in the sun. 

“Alright,” Sarel said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. “Yeah, let’s try.”