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[akashicrecord]

I'm not ashamed to say I benefit sexually from my man's constipation. I call his hole Blockbuster On Demand

[xusmo]

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I'm actually one to be timid in the dark. So furthermore, as I was reading this; I did as Rgb has told Hero. And suddenly, I wasn't afraid for the first time since several years. It's a special panel.

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[ellivenollivander]

heeeey it’s me again 😻 loved the amit abc SO MUCHHH

how about some yule ball headcanons for amit (and leander too if ur feeling silly)

some funny scenarios on valentine’s day pre-relationship would be cool too, up to you really

sorry but i’m going to weaponize your requests for amit rn and u can’t escape 😵‍💫💋

ghastly my beloved. i am so sorry this has taken so long to get to you, and it's not even done. but I could NOT leave you hanging any longer so I had to give you SOMETHING and I swear I'll get to work on the rest ASAP. Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you love it! I will still love you if you do not.

Amit Thakkar Yule Ball Headcanons

When all students in fourth year and above were summoned to the classrooms of their heads of house, they would arrive to find all of the desks pushed against the wall and the professors lining you up on either side of the room. Boys on one side, girls on the other. Once everyone had arrived, they had made their announcement:

“It is a Triwizard Tournament tradition for a Yule Ball to take place on Christmas Day, hosted by the school that is home to the tournament.” 

The excitable stir the announcement had created was soon snuffed out by what was said next. 

“Now, in order to not make a fool of yourselves and the school, Professor Black has asked the heads of houses to give you all a dance lesson.”

Professor Hecat had enlisted the assistance of Professor Shah, her own frail body unable to do the lesson justice. When Professor Shah had asked for a volunteer and found none, her sights landed on poor Amit. Who had flushed so red and tensed with such force you were certain it had to have hurt. Which is how you had found yourself standing to your feet and meeting Professor Shah in the middle of the room, a willing victim to the embarrassment of waltzing with a teacher in front of an audience of your peers.

Amit had cornered you, awkwardly, a few days later after astronomy class, apologizing and thanking you profusely.  “It was no problem, Amit. I mean if you can’t laugh at yourself every once in a while then what’s the point of a sense of humor? I’d rather it be me than you.” You had pat his shoulder and descended the stairs before he had a chance to ramble on any further.

A few days after that, you were with him at your table in the library, books you were meant to be studying long forgotten for his absolute favorite topic at the moment.  “Do you think you will go?” Amit had been talking about the yule ball's history for so long you had nearly missed his question, not because you tuned out, but because he had moved from one sentence to another without taking a breath. You truly loved to listen to him go on about whatever it was that had struck his fancy. His voice like an auditory amortentia, entrancing you. He was watching you intently, clearly waiting for an answer. “Oh, I’m absolutely going. It’s a once in a lifetime thing isn’t it? I’m just not sure if I’m going with anyone… seeing as no one has asked me…yet.” When your eyes met his, he had ducked his head back to his book, twirling his quill in his hands. Anxious habit.

It was you, who had offered up the idea of the two of you going together - as friends over breakfast the next morning. Even if the both of you had wanted it to be and mean something more, neither of you were courageous enough to voice it. When he had stumbled over his acceptance of your idea, you had gleefully invited him to accompany you to pick out your dress at Gladrags. Shushing any of his arguments and worries about not being helpful in that regard.

When you arrive at Gladrags, Amit plants himself in a corner of the room and doesnotmove. Not wanting to accidentally invade your privacy or be in the way of the other shoppers. His blush gets deeper as you come out wearing dress after dress, completely enamored with you in each one, But when you step out in a black dress that barely sweeps the floor, with sleeves falling off your shoulders and vaguely twinkles in the light he nearly drops your coat to the floor. An absolute yes.  

His nerves seem to be getting the better of him the closer it gets to the ball, jumpier than usual and you heard rumors from clopton and hobhouse that they swore they caught him practicing his waltz in their dorm.

The night of the Yule Ball, he waits for you at the bottom of the girls dormitory stairs. Pacing back and forth, wringing his sweating hands together. When you finally make your appearance, he can’t seem to decide to stare at you or the floor. When you wrap your arm in his, he gives you an anxious smile before leading the two of you out of your common room.

He seems to be petrified as the two of you stand outside the doors of the Great Hall, the rest of your peers having to move around the two of you to get inside. You lace your fingers through his and give his hand an encouraging squeeze, taking the lead and tugging him inside. His gaze not leaving your hand is in his.

It takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of actually dancing, choosing instead to keep the two of you tied to a table, his hands running anxiously up and down his own thighs, his eyes darting from you to the dance floor. Telling you to go on without him. You don’t. You sit beside him, cracking jokes, asking him questions you either already know the answer too or don’t care to know the answer too. When was the first Yule Ball? How do they decide which schools participate? How do you think the goblet chooses the champions? 

Answers aren’t your goal, but with each question his shoulders relax, his hands stop moving and his focus slowly starts to rest entirely on you, which is when you grab his hand and pull him into the crowd of dancers. When that anxious panic hits his eyes again, you wrap his arms around your waist, your arms around his neck softly reminding him to focus on you.

He does, keeping his eyes on yours as you twirl around the dancefloor, song after song. And only when you rest your head on his shoulder does he tense again, but doesn’t move. He rests his head against yours and continues swaying along despite soreness creeping into both of your feet. 

It’s you who caves to your aching feet first, heading towards the refreshments table, Amit following close behind. He pours you both a drink before you pull him back out of the Great Hall. Ignoring his anxious arguments against it, telling him you just want some fresh air.

He reluctantly follows along, head always tilting back to check for professors following two wayward students. It’s not until you get him outdoors, beneath the clear night sky does he calm again, but only for a second. Before he’s shrugging out of his jacket and handing it to you, going on (and on and on and on) about the cold and how you’re going to catch something.

It’s nearly silent outside of the castle, in the dead of winter so the two of you speak in hushed tones, as if speaking at a normal volume would disrupt the serenity of the moment. Talking about your N.E.W.T’s and classes and how much fun you’re having.

Amit stares at you, his brown eyes staring into yours when he asks you if you’re truly having fun, with him. Blushing when you tell him you always have fun with him, blushing harder when you tell him how happy you were when he agreed to come with you tonight.

“As friends…right?” His voice is shaky when he clarifies this to you, and he gulps when you look down at your feet and answer him with “only because I’m not brave enough to ask for more.”

There's a silence that settles over the both of you, you staring at your feet and Amit staring at the sky, frustrated noises falling from his throat as he searches his brain for something to say. You’re about to backtrack, tell him you didn’t mean it, someone must have spiked the punch when his gaze meets yours again and he takes a step towards you.

His hand is shaky as it comes up to cup your cheek, “I suppose for one night, I can be brave enough for the both of us.” before he’s pressing his lips against yours, so softly you’re afraid you’re imagining it until you kiss him back and he makes a happy sound deep in his throat, instincts taking over any anxiety in his body and tugging you closer. 

When you part, you’ve both got stupid smiles on your faces, and agree that you should get back to the ball. Amit needing no coaxing to pull you back onto the dance floor and you close to him this time around and the two of you are some of the last to leave, not wanting to pull apart from a comfortable embrace for the duration of the night.

And when he walks you right up to the stairs of the girls dormitory at the end of the night, you’re the one who kisses him goodnight first, hands wrapped around his neck and a whispered “Merry Christmas, Amit.” in his ear before you head up to bed, leaving him standing alone in the common room, with another stupid smile on his face.

[muffinrag]

i have a weird problem where i have to keep projects secret bc if i talk about them i immediately lose interest

[person4924]

i want them to know i love them with everything i have and it physically pains me to see them in so much pain and i wish i could help them but i don’t know how

[shayminlucario07]

So I finished the third Carry On book today

I loved book one with every fiber of my being, I loved book two slightly less but that’s because book one was perfect, but. While I loved most of book three...

I absolutely hated the ending. And it’s specifically because Simon never got his magic back.

And I know that... that’s kind of the point, HOWEVER, I hate that.

I hate when magical stories have a character lose their magic. I can’t stand it. I especially can’t stand it in the context of Carry On, and of Simon, who literally had his ENTIRE LIFE AND IDENTITY shaped by the fact that he was magical- and not just magical, but THE MOST MAGICAL EVER. And, obviously, every mage in Carry On’s world (And even some of the non-mages, like Shep) have their lives and identities defined by magic- Even Agatha, who tried to reject it- but none more so than Simon Snow. So to have his story end with him missing that, with him missing what was once the ENTIRE CENTER OF HIS BEING... it just feels so utterly, fundamentally wrong to me on every level.

Now, to be clear- I’m perfectly fine with him not being Chosen One “Greatest Mage” tier powerful. It’s beautiful that he loses that power at the end of Carry On and I wouldn’t change it for the world. However... what I take issue with is this: It is stated many times throughout the series that mages don’t have non-magical children. And we know that both of Simon’s parents- Lucy and The Mage- are mages. So, by birth and blood, Simon is a mage. And through almost all of Carry On, we see him being a mage- a damn powerful, DANGEROUSLY powerful mage. He loses that at the end of Carry On, alongside losing basically all of what he understood to be his identity- He and Baz don’t hate each other anymore (Even though they never did, but Simon on some level believed they did, which still contributed greatly to this loss of identity); his father figure, The Mage, is revealed to be evil and manipulating Simon, ultimately trying to steal his magic; Simon is forced to accept that the Insidious Humdrum, his greatest enemy that he was prophesized to defeat, is actually himself and the effects of his boundless magic; and, most of all, Simon has to give up said boundless magic to stop the Humdrum. It’s perfectly tragic and perfectly poetic, and I love it, and it makes sense that all of these things would culminate in what we see in Wayward Son, where Simon effectively loses his identity.

But throughout Wayward Son, we see Simon not only still wanting to be a part of the World of Magic- in spite of his conflicted feelings due to having lost his magic- but regaining some part of the identity he lost as he’s on an adventure through America with his friends, to visit (And later save) Agatha. And it’s powerful, seeing him start to reclaim himself. Now, obviously, it isn’t a complete reclamation, and his character struggle still Carries On (Haha) into Any Way the Wind Blows, but it’s progress, and it’s empowering.

But within Any Way the Wind Blows, we see Simon continuing to struggle with his identity as the Former Chosen One- figuratively AND literally, considering the ultimate villain of the book- and having lost his magic, and most of all, feeling like he doesn’t belong in the world of magic despite wanting desperately to be a part of it. That latter part hurts me more because that’s Shepherds exact arc, as well- only, unlike Simon, Shepherd wasn’t born into the world of magic, and because of that, the argument can be (And is) made that he doesn’t belong- but that argument is continually refuted about Simon, most of all by Baz, but also by Penny. Baz and Penny and all of Simon’s friends continue to affirm that he belongs in the World of Magic, even in spite of his lost powers, and the entirety of both Wayward Son AND Any Way the Wind Blows support this, as Simon is still one of the main players in resolving each book’s conflict- and at many times (Such as when he basically shrugs off getting shot at the end of Wayward Son despite seemingly being A Normal), it’s even implied that he DOES still have magic, but it’s never stated outright and Simon never has the explicit realization. And, to be fair, Simon IS still a part of the world of magic- his boyfriend is a mage and a vampire, his best friend is a mage, his ex-girlfriend is a mage (Though are they still friends? It’s. Kind of unclear at the end. I HOPE they are, because I love Agatha and Simon’s potential friendship, but like. Agatha’s kind of a flake and I could also see her just abandoning people to become a Woods Witch), so he very much is still a part of the World of Magic- but, frankly, not anywhere near as much as he should be. He’s the Mage’s Heir, he was the greatest mage who ever lived- regardless of if he still has that power- he’s the guy who beat the bad guys and saved the world countless times, and perhaps the one that hurts most of all- He’s Lucy Salisbury’s son.

Now, I want to focus in on that last point- Lucy. Because Lucy is a character that, in my opinion, gets kind of betrayed by the narrative. Now, maybe I just read things weirdly, but... the fact that when Simon beats the Humdrum and kills The Mage, he loses ALL of his magic, feels extremely wrong, not just for him, but for Lucy. Him losing the Chosen One identity and the boundless power makes sense, and WORKS, because that was all Davy/The Mage’s ambition, and HIS goals. But having Simon permanently lose his magic implies that that’s ALL Simon’s magic was- and that’s deeply invalidating to Lucy, who was just as much a mage as Davy, and who just wanted her son to be happy. And for almost the entire story, Simon didn’t even know Lucy existed! The only character who knew Lucy existed by the end of Carry On was Agatha- which, personally, I think is a great choice, but that’s a different discussion for a later day- and it’s only at the very end of AWtWB that Simon and the others learn that Simon Snow is actually Simon Snow Salisbury, son of Lucy Salisbury. WE, the reader, knew the entire time- because we read Carry On, and we read Lucy’s narration and heard her thoughts that no one else could hear, and we know that the ghost that said “My rosebud boy” to Simon WASN’T Baz’ mother, but Simon’s, but Simon never actually realizes that. Lucy was Simon’s mother- she LOVED him, more than could be put into words, and not only did she never get to tell him that (At least, in a way he would realize), her love, and almost all of his entire connection to her, in the form of his magic, was DESTROYED, by the SAME MAN WHO KILLED HER- Not only did Davy bring about Lucy’s death, he severed what little connection she DID have to her son! Simon was ALWAYS wanted, and ALWAYS loved, and he ALWAYS belonged in the World of Magic, but Davy- The Mage- Simon’s FATHER- Destroyed that. He destroyed Simon’s connection to the World of Magic, and he destroyed Simon’s connection to his mother and his family.

Now, again, maybe I just didn’t get something. Maybe I’m just missing the point, maybe I’m just wrong and I’ll realize that later and love the ending- I am 100% open to that possibility and in fact I REALLY HOPE it comes to pass because I love these books and I hate that this ending and my feelings on it are kind of ruining it for me- but having Simon learn the truth about his mother at the end of AWtWB, and having his entire character arc be about belonging in the World of Magic, and having him NOT regain/reawaken/reWHATEVER some form of his magic with that realization about himself, with that... relieving of all of his doubts, and reaffirmation of his identity? It feels WRONG. It feels INCOMPLETE. It feels like a disservice to Simon and to Lucy. And it feels like his story isn’t complete- really, it feels like his story is only just beginning. He went from one transitional period to another. He went from feeling like he didn’t belong, to knowing that he does, and needing to learn how- but we didn’t get to see the full arc of him learning how, because we only barely got to see him realize the full truth. I TRULY hope there comes a secret surprise fourth book, because it absolutely kills my heart for this story to end the way it did. I don’t want to believe that it ends this way- I don’t know if I even CAN. (I’ll unpack that later, whether I want to or not, I’m sure.)

I love this story, and I love these characters, and I know it has to end at some point- but Nicks and Slick, do I hope this isn’t it.

Edit: Feel free to reblog this with your own thoughts if you want and start a conversation! I would love to discuss this and possibly be proven wrong.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Day 7

Pairing: Sydney x Pol (kinda actually Syd x reverse harem crusaders lol)

Prompt: Distraction

Description: Faced with the city of Cairo, the city where Dio lay waiting for the Crusaders to find him, Sydney can't help but find herself distracted by him. Feeling more than a little confused and scared, she act's a little more rashly than she might normally against an enemy stand user.

Rating: sfw

Content Warnings: reserve harem (mostly implied in this one), self insert, ask to tag

Notes: First off happy march 24th. im just a little late. Secondly HAPPY SELF INSERT FOR ME WHOO! The stand I mention in this, Love Club, is my little kitty cat! She's just a little kitty that has an aoe that makes people like/eventually fall in love with her user. thus the harem. Anyways be nice to me this is based off a like 40k plus self insert fic that I'm not even done with. Self care <3

“We’re… finally here.” Polnareff’s statement hardly made it past the blood rushing in my ears. Just gazing upon the city where Dio lay hidden had my anxiety acting up. I felt weightless but pinned in place, unsure what to say or do in the wake of the moment.

“Sydney?” Avdol’s voice barely catches my attention. Half-heartedly, I turn his way, barely managing to shake the strange look off my face.

“Hm?” I don’t think I can find my words just yet, but I try to give him my attention none the less. Still, I can’t help but think back to Dio. What was he doing right now? Could he tell that we were here? That I was once again in Cairo? And… did the effects of Love Club still linger on him?

“You… look tense.” I try again to focus on him, study the frown on his face and the concern showing in his eyes. I can see Polnareff looking my way next to him; even Jotaro and Mr. Joestar send me worried glances.

“Sorry,” The word falls out of my mouth with a puff of a sigh, and I find my self frowning softly and looking away from their warm concern. “I’m just… distracted, is all. Thinking about Dio, how I got into this mess… how it might end for me.” I confess, twirling the ends of my hair to try and alleviate my nerves.

“Hey,” Polnareff takes a step towards me, his large chest filling my view until I look up into worried blue eyes. “I know it must be scary, coming back here. But… you’re not the same lady who Dio took off the streets.” He places his large hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. “And this time you’re not alone, either.” He smiles, bright and big, just for me. I can’t help but offer a little one back, thankful for his comfort even if I can’t escape the thoughts plaguing me.

“Right. I have all you guys.” My gaze leaves Polnareff, back to the expanse of Cairo before me. “But um… I’m sorry. I actually don’t remember how to get to where Dio is. I would recognize it if I saw it for sure but…” I deflate a little.

“You don’t remember?” Mr. Joestar gawks.

“W-well I mean!” I stammer. “It was dark when he lead me there… and when I managed to escape I was so scared I…” I shake my head, taking a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter.” I force a heavy breath out. “Can’t you just use Hermit Purple to gain insight on his location anyways?” I pointedly turn away from him, frowning as I’m again reminded of the day I left the villa. When I ran away from Dio…

“I suppose so…” Mr. Joestar mutters. “Let’s find somewhere to relax, then. Maybe gain some information we can work with.”

“There’s a few bars close by.” Avdol supplies. “This way.” I happily follow his lead, choosing to take the rear and again mull in my thoughts. I’m a little surprised as Jotaro keeps pace with me, and speaks.

“Hey,” he begins. Just loud enough for me to hear, but not enough for the trio ahead of us to take notice. “You sure you’re okay?”

“It’s nice of you to worry Jojo.” I smile as we walk briskly. “I’m ready for our battles ahead, though. Even if it means facing Dio… I’m scared, but it can’t be avoided.” I admit. All too soon, we’re upon an open bar on the outskirts of the city. I watch our friends ask the patrons if they’ve seen the mansion.

“Just remember this isn’t your battle to face alone. We’ve all got a score to settle with Dio.” Jotaro gives me a look I can’t quite read, before giving me a little nod and going to join the others in asking around the bar.

I choose to hang back, waiting instead on the outside of the establishment. I bristle when I feel something rub against my leg, but look and find it’s merely my own stand. “Love Club,” I laugh softly at her affection. “This is where you’ve been, huh?” I smile softly when I see another cat round the corner and trot up to us. “Oh I see you’ve made a friend!” I kneel down to meet the new kitty, and let her give my hand a little sniff. It’s obvious she’s been with Love Club for a bit, however, because the cat warmly rubs against my hand.

“Thank you for finding my cat, miss.” I freeze as I hear a mans voice. I look up and see a man sitting at a nearby table. I stand as the cat leaves me in favor of greeting her owner.

“It was no problem,” I stand quickly, not expecting anyone to have talked to me. I awkwardly look down to Love Club, watching her watch this new person. “I think she just got along well with my cat…” I look to my friends for escape, seeing them still trying to finagle information from the bartender.

“You know, I know where the villa is.” He says plainly. My eyes widen as I turn my gaze back to him. It flicks between him and my friends, before landing on him once more. I take a few hesitant steps his way.

“...If you work for Dio, then you know who I am.” I say plainly, frowning softly. “What do you want? Why would you give me that information?” I try to remain calm as I taken him in. If he had a stand meant for battle, he would have attacked us already, right?

“Ah ah, nothing is for free in this world, my dear.” He merely grins as I take a few more steps towards him, until I’m standing by his small table. “I much prefer a gamble. You could win, I could win.” He hums, shuffling his cards idly. We’re finally noticed by the rest of my group, who crowd around behind me and take in his man.

“Cherie, is everything alright?” Polnareff stands closest to me, nearly in front of me as if to shield me from this man.

“I was just telling your friend here I might have some information that may be of use to you all.” I can feel the collective intrigue that hits the party. “But I won’t give out such information for free.”

“What’s your price?” Mr. Joestar asks, more than ready to pay whatever he may need.

“No price, sir. I’ll only share my information if the lady agrees to a game of chance with me.”

“Why Sydney?” Avdol is at my other side now, frown on his face. Before the man before us can even think to respond, I speak.

“I’ll do it.”

[shouldntbeaskingmyselfwhy]

in the 7+ years i’ve had this blog, i’ve never ever ever received as much engagement as i did last night. i spent so many years just kind of vibing on my own, watching other people have mutuals and little tumblr friends and feeling like an outsider in the community, just kind of watching on the sidelines. and that was fine! but over the past few months i’ve started feeling like i have my own little tumblr pals now and it’s been a very nice feeling, and these mayhem nights have been so incredibly fun. i’ve really felt like i was part of something that i had been watching pass me by for years. sorry for getting emo about this hellsite of all things i’m just really glad to be here this morning :)

[nctjpeg]

now that i think about it if i ever need a last minute cosplay now I can just bust out the old Sexy Garfield Costume™️

[dendrochronologies]

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

[yeah-yeah-beebiss-1]

in case you were wondering how things went down at the pokemon world championships this weekend:

-during the top 8 of the TCG masters division, chilean player fernando cifuentes was running a gimmick deck that consisted exclusively of four iron thorns ex and a whole ton of control-focused trainer cards in a strategy that either completely shuts down opponents or shits the bed entirely

-through skillful play and some good luck, fernando made it through 2 days in a tournament with over 1100 players to get to the quarterfinals

-fernando lost 2-0 to ian robb, who was running regidrago vstar (widely considered one of the best decks in the current format)

-in an overexuberant victory celebration, ian did what can only be described as a jacking-off gesture, on a stream with tens of thousands of viewers run by a company with very firm player conduct expectations

-the judges determined that this warranted a penalty of game loss, but for some reason, rather than applying it to ian’s next game in the semifinals, they applied it to the one he had just won in the top 8

-(it should be noted that the prize money for making top 8 is $15k while top 4 is $20k, so this jerking gesture cost ian robb $5,000)

-nearly an hour after fernando came to terms with his loss and the end of an impressive run, he was told that he was to get back on stream because he’s now playing in the semifinals due to winning by default

-the player he was up against in the semifinals was playing a deck (miraidon) that happens to get shut down hard by iron thorns’s gimmick, so fernando wins the semifinals

-said player, jesse parker, had notably had an undefeated run throughout the whole tournament up to this point, and likely would have continued that streak had his intended semifinal opponent not gotten a game loss penalty for miming a lewd act on stream

-meanwhile, the other semifinal winner is japan’s seinosuke shiokawa, running a deck (roaring moon) that players had largely written off as underwhelming months ago

-the grand finals are on the following day, so saturday evening was abuzz with a lot of people baffled by the absurdity of the situation

-come sunday afternoon, the grand finals are set to begin, with fernando cifuentes running iron thorns and seinosuke shiokawa running roaring moon

-it should be noted here that the roaring moon deck doesn’t rely very much on abilities, so iron thorns’s gimmick has very little effect - this is basically an even matchup

-fernando wins the first game of the set, and seinosuke wins the second

-the third and final game of the set is a bonafide cheek-clencher, with both players reaching a state where a single KO will win the game, but fernando manages to clinch it at the last minute

-and that’s the story of how a guy pretending to jork it led to the first instance of a pokemon world champion who also lost the quarterfinals

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll is so fucking funny and no amount of acknowledgement about this could ever be enough. He's literally walking around being so casually hilarious completely under-the-radar. He calls Halsin a "thick hunk of an elf". He once accidently implied that he was fucking an ogre instead of killing it and then proceeded to absolutely stumble his way through explaining. He gets excited by Lae'zel talking about carnal pleasures. He canonically tells his pessimistic thoughts to shut the hell up. He volunteers to babysit Shadowheart's hypothetical werewolf babies as long as she gets him gloves. He tries to give Gale a hero moniker like his own. He jokes that his father, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, can't spell. He calls Astarion "Mister Fangs". He makes up storybook chapter names for his own fucking adventures. As a child he got chased by the Flaming Fist for stealing fruit, nearly drowned trying to find mermaids in the harbor, and almost successfully broke into the Counting House. He reads monster erotica, and is not ashamed to tell you about it. He ranks eating pudding among life's greatest moments. He will, without shame and completely unprompted, meow at you. He is 24 years old.

[britishmuffin]

ATLA sketches because I'm deep into it atm 8)

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