#hewwo.

[cursedmystic]

"Hmmm." He looks to be deep in thought. He's tapping his phone to look at league regulations regarding the Elite Four.

[crimeronan]

discovering an AU concept that you can mine endlessly for horror dopamine with your horror-loving friends like.....

[ssspringroll]

didnt there used to be a batch fix to enable cc for both frames/genders? is that gone now or am i making things up?

[lichthey]

❝     it's  bitney,   bitch.     ❞

[godkilller]

          out of character.  I love when Tumblr doesn’t let me add tags to a quote post without ruining the formatting of the quote. Functional website.

[dunmesh]

one of my favorite things about laios is that he does get judgemental and annoyed by his party members but he keeps it to himself to avoid (further) confrontation. it's hilarious

[catsxratsxbats]

Reporting the fucking temu ad as malicious. die in cyber hell u sing-songy fuck

[blackmoldmp3]

i had the Big chai latte when i was hanging out w library nadia earlier and now im like. alive

[homicidalfantrolls]

I am nothing if not a bandwagon jumper

[n1ghtwarden]

" my companions have told me that you are the one to see when in need of steel. " her voice is clipped, awkward - low in the murmur of what must have been night or might have been day - she does not know; and time had become immaterial in the land of shadow cursed lands. " though it seems that your competition has... gone dark. " the chuckle that leaves her does little to diffuse the tension she feels. how odd it is, to stand here now, in the midst of harpers and flaming fists, renegades and vagabonds. where the smith falls in this, the night warden does not know - but he does belong somewhere; and that is more than minthara baenre, wayward daughter, has. freedom did little to change the isolation she felt; the distance others kept between them. good. they are weak, their guard is down here; at ease in flimsy moon magic. and while the night warden will raise a blade in defense of her compatriots, she knows she will never be a saviour to these people - nothing but a blade in the dark; a madwoman, starved and hungry for blood. it is an image minthara will not fault them for - she'd been lost in that madness, and it lurked in her still. it haunts her, as surely as the faces of all those she'd cut down in the name of the absolute. she'd have cut dammon down, too - another life wasted in the name of senseless slaughter like so many others. " whether you are the best or not is of little concern to me. the smithies in menzoberranzan were glorious; able to produce the most beautiful blades. it is an honour to spill blood with them. " a pause; and she shifts; gesturing at her intricate mace, engraved with silvery webs - slender and lethal; dented from one powerful smite. it is a reminder of home - another thing she desperately clings on to within the shattered depths of her mind. " can it be fixed? "

PLOTTED STARTER FOR dammon + @agarwaen

[erabu-san]

Tighnawi

[collophora]

I resurrected my tumblr just to post this

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I didn't have 'German Chancellor suffers eye injury after jogging accident and posting pics of himself with an eyepatch and "I'm excited for the memes" on twitter on my 2023 bingo card and yet

[st0neymal0neyx0]

[thoodleoo]

looks at you with my big sumerian figurine eyes