#part 2 tomorrow

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 131

(Part 1??)

Requested by @/jacknickelton !

I’ve gotten this request several times and every time I’ve tried to do this doodle something looks terrible about it so I’ve given up and decided to just post this

[kvaradonaa]

Hottest players of Euro 2024: Group A and B

1. Germany: Emre Can

Okay, bro looks like my next mistake. If he wasn't a footballer, he'd be a pop musician. And I don't mean your shitty American pop. He would be like Tarkan for the Germans.

2. Switzerland: Granit Xhaka

Okay, this one is obvious. I had to choose his earrings era photo, they really complimented his unemployed Balkan boy swag. He is my ex-boyfriend who stole my wifebeater and my golden chain from me. He listens to the most cringe rap imaginable. He drives a BMW. He will ruin your life.

3. Hungary: Dominik Szoboszlai

Another obvious choice. Look at his pouty lips, massive brown eyes and hairy legs. He is sexy and he knows it. He will thirst trap the camera whenever it focuses on him. He is a whore. He is a gay pornstar. It's a wonder he isn't banned by the Hungarian constitution.

4. Scotland: Kieran Tierney

I didn't really know who to choose. In all honesty, I know very little about this national team. But he seems neat.

5. Spain: Pedri

Sorry for being baaaaasic. To be honest, I don't really find Spain NT that attractive. If I have to choose one, it's gonna be Pedri. I love how flushed his cheeks become after playing for a while.

6. Italy: Giacomo Raspadori.

It was a difficult choice, because most of Italian players are insanely hot. But I let the Napoli fan within me win. Look at his golden eyes and Bambi eyelashes. He deserves a special mention here.

(alternative choices included Di Lorenzo, Meret, Scamacca, Calafiori, Fagioli and Pellegrini)

7. Croatia: Luka Modrić

I don't think I will surprise anyone here. Yes, I love Luka Modrić. I chose this pic of him to tell you what I'd love to do with him. It doesn’t do justice to the full scale of beauty, but we all know how Modrić looks like. Like an angel. Like an 80s mangaka's wet dream. Even as a grandpa with weird facial hair, he still has that flair to him.

8. Albania: Jasir Asani

Okay, I actually fell for him during qualifiers for one and one reason only. I won't lie to you. I mean, he is a pretty guy, but...

Size kink 😭

part 2 part 3

[valletta-alleyways]

jjk ocs except theyre catified now too

[womanonthehill]

Bible x miseenscene live ( part 1 )

[slusheeduck]

Fictober 2023 Day 24 - Prompt: "Do you know a way out?" Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 “Another day, another basement full of hidden horrors.” Astarion looked over to the others as he shut a book he’d looked through. “I’m beginning to think every house on the Sword Coast has a torture chamber or secret necromancy lab underneath it.”

It was meant to be a quick detour, stopping by this house on the edge of Wyrm’s Crossing. Falerin and Gale’s fault, of course; a particularly sad-looking refugee had asked for information on her wife, and they’d been incapable of saying no, despite his and Shadowheart’s best efforts.

But, at least, this secret passage behind a sneaky door in a dark and scary basement had plenty of treasure to snag. Astarion couldn’t be too mad about it. And it was cute when Falerin got into full do-gooder mode, he’d admit that.

“Oh, look at this.” His attention was grabbed as Falerin found a small jewelry box. He wandered over, arm draping around the half-drow’s shoulders as he did. It was an easy touch, effortless and with nothing promised in it—still odd, but getting more comfortable by the day. Maybe one day, he could work his way up to…well, that was hardly the matter at hand. He tilted his head, curls brushing Falerin’s ear as he looked at the jewelry box in Fal’s hands.

“Do you think it’s a lead?” he asked, then gave him a pointy grin. “Or am I finally rubbing off on you?”

Falerin rolled his eyes with a smile as he opened it. Inside was a pretty pearl necklace, with a key that dangled from it as he lifted it out of the box. “A lead. It should fit in that door Gale found earlier.”

“Then let’s go. The sooner we’re out of here, the sooner we can get our reward.”

They reconvened with the other two in the room with the door—it wound up being much larger than it seemed, opening into a large cavern. The four of them went slowly and cautiously, and Astarion’s hand rested on Falerin’s back as they walked—half for support, half to yank him back before he stepped on a trap. Eventually, they came to a fork in the path. All four stopped, silently deliberating. Shadowheart and Astarion went to examine the right path, Gale and Falerin the left.

As they both edged toward the path’s respective curves, Astarion called, “Watch for--!”

There was a small click. He looked down at Shadowheart’s foot, on a laughably obvious false stone.

“Well, shit,” he said.

The cavern rumbled, shaking them. Bits of rubble fell from above, leaving him and Shadowheart ducking back toward the entrance. What was the trap? Rockfall? Poison gas? They made it back to where they came in, only to see the entrance now blocked by a large boulder that neither of them had any hope of moving.

“Well. Shit,” Shadowheart said.

“Are you all right?” Falerin’s voice, muffled as it was by layers of rocks, came through. “We heard…well, it’s obvious what we heard.”

“We’re fine, darling,” Astarion called back. “Just caught on this side. Are you both all right?”

“Just shaken,” came Gale’s voice. “Otherwise all limbs and other parts accounted for.”

“What a charming metric,” Shadowheart said dryly. She looked down the path. “Let’s see if we can meet farther down. There must be some way to get back out, at least for one of our paths. In the worst case, whoever gets out to camp can probably get Karlach to come get us out.”

“Good plan,” Falerin called. “We’ll meet with you further down. Well, hopefully.”

Two sets of footsteps faded on the other side, and Astarion turned to look at Shadowheart.

“Well, looks like we’re going to have some quality time together,” he said lightly as he started walking. “While I have you, let’s talk about your hair.”

Shadowheart’s dark brows furrowed as she followed him. “Why are we talking about my hair?”

“Well, they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” the vampire said, tossing his own pale curls. Shadowheart scoffed.

“I did not dye my hair to match yours, Astarion.”

“No?” He clicked his tongue. “Could have fooled me. Same shade and everything. I bet people will think we’re twins.”

Shadowheart rolled her eyes. “I’m dying it back when we get to camp.”

~~~~

Falerin puffed out a breath as he kept a careful eye on their surroundings. “I mean, the good news is there’s only one way, it looks like,” he said to Gale. He paused, looking back at him. “Do…you know a way out?”

“This may surprise you, Fal, but I haven’t spent much time wandering the dark tunnels under Baldur’s Gate,” Gale said dryly.

Falerin rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, you might have some…spell of find exit or something.”

“Actually, I was working on one ages ago. Granted, it was more as a way to get out of particularly boring conversations, but I bet I could have adapted it for this.” He shrugged. “But in my current state, we’re stuck doing this the old-fashioned way. Unless your patron has anything to help us.”

“No. She probably thinks this is funny.”

“The age-old trouble with the fey.” Gale glanced over at Falerin for a moment. “Speaking of your pact…does…Astarion know the story behind it?”

“Hm? I mean, he knows about my patron. That’s not a secret.”

“Not your patron.” Gale glanced up, more for somewhere else to look rather than for a secret way out. “Your…condition. How long you have left.”

Falerin froze for a moment, then shook his head as he pressed on. “We’ve got bigger issues than that to worry about. No point in bringing it up.”

Gale hesitated. For a moment, it seemed he was going to let it drop. But he never could let anything drop, could he? “I just…he’s different now. Far different than the fellow who had a knife at your throat as an introduction. I dare say you’re a good influence on him. It seems to me a bit cruel to…”

“This really isn’t any of your business, Gale.” Falerin was very rarely short, but the words were crisp as they left his mouth, and his unearthly purple eye glinted as he sent a sidelong look at the wizard. He looked ahead. “Door up ahead, let’s go check that out.”

~~~~~~

“Can’t you just…pray us out?” Astarion asked, crossing his arms with a huff.

“It doesn’t work like that, and I don’t think Shar wants to hear from me right now even if it did,” Shadowheart said. “It’s like me asking if you could just turn into a bat and find a way out.”

“I do wonder sometimes how the bat thing happened,” he said, absently kicking along the stone wall for some sort of tripwire or hidden latch.

“I mean, I read about it in a novel.” She looked off to the side, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear. “Among…other things.”

Astarion stopped in his tracks, staring at her. “Shadowheart. Are you telling me, right now, as we are trapped, that you’ve read vampire smut?”

“It was a couple novels from an author I enjoyed…laughing at,” she said quickly, trying not to look flustered. “Obviously, I don’t think any of it’s accurate.”

“Obviously, it’s not.” They walked in silence for a moment. Then, all at once, she blurted out, “Okay, but can vampires actually make fog appear?”

“Can we what.”

“In the novel, the vampire was able to summon fog at will and control the weather. He usually used it to set the mood for…well.”

Astarion stopped dead in his tracks, staring at her. “Shadowheart. Darling. If I could control the weather,  I would not have a fucking tadpole in my head.”

Shadowheart held up her hands. “I was just curious.�� She looked around, then pointed up ahead. “Do you see that?”

Astarion looked. “Oh, that’s interesting,” he said, smiling. “That looks like the back of a bookcase.”

“Must be a door.”

“Which means it must open.” He pulled a lockpick from his bag with a pointy grin. “Let’s try it.”

They approached it carefully, being extra mindful of traps. As they got closer, there was undeniably the sound of voices on the other side. They glanced at each other, and Shadowheart pressed a finger to her lips as she leaned in. “That sounds like…oh, it’s Falerin and Gale. Thank the Lady of S…the moon.” She squinted, leaning closer. “Sounds like they’re arguing. Should we go in?”

“Them? Arguing?” Astarion leaned in as well. “Oh, they are. No, let’s let them go—they never argue. I wonder what it’s about.”

“Knowing Fal? He probably licked something again.” She glanced down at Astarion. “I have to ask. How does that…work, with him being a bit odd?”

Astarion raised his eyebrows. “Did you see the look on his face when I nearly slit his throat? I knew he was a freak from the moment I laid eyes on him.” He gave a fond little smile. “But I…knew he’d be kind, too. And he hasn’t proven me wrong—just look at this mess we’re in. I can’t even be mad at him for it.” The voices on the other side raised slightly, and he quickly shushed Shadowheart. “Oh, I think it’s getting good. Let me get this open so we can hear better.”

~~~~~

The door led to a tiny little work room, with a large bookshelf that seemed directly attached to the rocky wall. No way out that they could immediately see, but if this was here? There had to be a secret door somewhere.

However, Fal had only just started searching when Gale suddenly huffed.

“No, you know what? I can’t leave this lie,” he said, sounding nearly irritated. “You’re my friend, that’s why I haven’t said anything about your situation. But Astarion’s my friend, too, and it’s…you can’t leave him in the dark.”

“Oh, because you’re one to talk,” Falerin shot back, picking up a book. “I remember you conveniently forgetting to mention the fact that you’re a living bomb when we were talking about our illnesses.”

“And you’ll notice that I’ve since told you.”

Falerin set the book down sharply on the table, rattling the alchemy equipment on it. “What’s the point, Gale? It’s just going to upset him, and he doesn’t need that. None of us need that, and we might not even survive long enough for it to be an issue.” He swallowed. “He’s happy. I know he is. This will just…it’d just be unfair.”

“And it’s equally unfair that he’s in the dark.” Gale gave a sigh. “Look, I know the situation you’re in. There’s not as much immediate danger for those around you as there was for me, no, but…but he cares about you. We all care about you. And if anything, when it was me in your position, I…I can’t tell you just how much of a weight was taken off my shoulders just by having support. Even if we can’t do anything to stop it.”

“But that’s it, Gale. It mattered with you. With me…there’s no god asking me to do what Mystra wants you to do. There’s nothing special with me. My sickness really is just that: a sickness.” Falerin let out a long breath. “And really, how should I even bring that up? Just get back to camp and say, ‘Oh, by the way, Astarion, love of my life, once this tadpole’s out of my head, I’m going to be dead in a decade, and you just have to deal with that!’”

Gale’s eyes widened, looking at something just over Falerin’s shoulder. Fal turned around. The bookcase had slid to the side while he’d spoken, and Astarion and Shadowheart stood in the doorway. The vampire’s eyes were wide, lips parted but nothing coming from his mouth.

Falerin’s stomach dropped down to his feet, and his throat tightened. No. No, no, this couldn’t happen, not like this.

“Astarion…” he said, walking forward. “Astarion, please, let me just…” He reached out to Astarion, only for him to bristle and step back before his fingers could so much as brush him.

“Don’t touch me,” he hissed. He glared at him for just a moment more, then abruptly turned and continued walking through the cavern, leaving Falerin behind without so much as a glance.

[Part 2]

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

[a-random-whovian7]

Everyone cancelled on me, so I'm currently sitting here alone waiting for the Barbie movie to start. This has all the same vibes as Dancing on my Own by Robyn.

[rjnavarro0404]

So, a couple days now, my friends Music, Ashe, and I did a drawpile together.

After a few minutes of random doodles we decided to do “art prompts” Each of us would take turns coming up with something to draw, then, we would all draw it, the order was Me > Ashe > Music

So uh, when i was told on the spot to come up with something , i uh

Um

Sans Undertale

He’s just a silly little guy

Ashe uh, still didnt really draw this round

But Music, Amazing as Ever

So uh, yeah.

Heres the canvas so far

[poofmalyakaet]

3rd semester akechi and protag should have been more angry and antagonistic to the point of making everyone worried and uncomfortable (1/2)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

[allyriadayne]

AEGON TARGARYEN AND JACAERYS VELARYON: PARALLELS AND FOILS + SEASON 2 PART 1 PART 2

Season 1

[twilightcitysky]

Everything Is Meant (long S2 analysis, part 2)

Part one here

Okay, so that's how I think the pre-creation scene and Gabriel's arc connect to Aziraphale's choice. I also think the ineffable bureaucracy speedrun exists to prove totally different things to Aziraphale and Crowley: Aziraphale loves that they can love each other but notes they have to run away to be together; Crowley sees this and immediately thinks "hey, we can do that too!", forgetting that running away is not a solution Aziraphale has ever been interested in. It's the mentality of an individualist vs a group-oriented mind, and neither of them is necessarily wrong, it's just that their priorities are different and they HAVE TO TALK ABOUT IT, which they don't.

Continued analysis under the cut:

3. Let's take the Job minisode. Why include it? We already mentioned that it proves Aziraphale remembers Crowley as an angel, since he mentions it. And he believes Crowley is the same person he always was, and that he doesn't want to harm Job's crops or animals or children. Crowley tries to convince him he's a Big Bad Demon who is all in on this assignment, but fails utterly to kill even a single goat, soooo... Aziraphale comes to the conclusion that he knows what Crowley wants. Alert! Alert! This is a big problem! Crowley says, "What do you know about what I want?" Aziraphale: "I know you." Crowley: "You do not know me." But because Aziraphale got it right this time, he goes ahead assuming he'll always get it right, which is a crucial failure when it comes to the final reckoning. He doesn't ever ASK Crowley what he wants, he just assumes. When you assume you know what someone wants, you usually assume their priorities align with yours... he couldn't be more wrong about that. The Job minisode sets up this dynamic for them, and they never really manage to change it.

The other thing happens at the end of the minisode. Crowley acknowledges two crucial points: 1) he's lonely ("But you said it wasn't!" "I'm a demon. I lied"), 2) he doesn't think Aziraphale would like Hell. Aziraphale DOESN'T like Hell. Aziraphale hates Hell for what they've done to Crowley. He doesn't see Heaven as innocent or benign, but importantly, Heaven has never tried to hurt Crowley directly. They never threatened his safety. They never tortured him (as it's heavily implied that Hell did). Fast forward to the last ten mins of season 2: Aziraphale excited to tell Crowley that he can be an angel again BECAUSE: he never has to go back to Hell. They can never hurt him again, not the way they did before. And he doesn't have to be lonely anymore.

Last point before I leave Job: Crowley has the chance to cause Aziraphale to Fall, here, probably. ("I lied to Heaven to thwart the will of God!" "You did, but I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you? ...good, then nothing has to change.") He doesn't take it. He doesn't want Aziraphale to be a demon. He loves Aziraphale as he is. "Angel" as an affectionate. Aziraphale certainly doesn't use "demon" as a pet name for Crowley. I think they set up this scene to contrast the final one, and show how deeply hurt Crowley is that Aziraphale suggest he change.

4. Moving on to Victorian Scotland. This one confused me at first. I was delighted that they brought back the "the lower you start the more opportunity you have to rise" dialogue from the book, but apart from that I didn't really see the point of it. It seems like the statue of Gabriel and the fact that he and Beelz ended up at that pub in the present were more or less coincidental.

The point, I think, is actually not the girl, but the doctor. He's a person who is trying to do good by working in a system that's deeply flawed, and engaging in questionable moral practices for the greater good. (Cadaver dissection is still an essential part of medical school. You need dead bodies to understand living ones.) He shows Aziraphale a tumor he removed from a child who died, and Aziraphale clutches it to his chest. The camera zooms in and lingers to tell us that this is a guardian through and through. He wants to protect people. He wants to do good with every fiber of his being.

To Crowley, it's enough to just "be an us" with Aziraphale. He doesn't really want anything more than that. That's an issue! For one thing, it fosters unhealthy codependency, and for another, Aziraphale would never be happy without the opportunity to help and protect people. It's an essential part of who he is. Metatron knows that, and he plays Aziraphale like a fiddle. The doctor showed Aziraphale that you can make a difference even in systems that are flawed, and even if you have to do things you'd rather not do. Aziraphale doesn't want to go back to Heaven, but he truly thinks he can change things; thinks he can be a guardian with some real power. In his mind, that's the right thing to do.

Last thing that happens in Scotland: Crowley saves a soul from Hell, arguably, by preventing a suicide. He gets in Big Trouble. Whatever happened to him downstairs resulted in him coming back up, leaning on a cane, and asking Aziraphale to give him holy water. Go back and watch that scene knowing what we know now about the Victorian minisode. Ask yourself how Aziraphale must have felt. He likely blamed himself for what happened, because if he hadn't meddled then they never would have been there in the first place. He knew where Crowley was, and why he was there, and he had to sit with that knowledge for years. He desperately wants Crowley to be safe; is perfectly willing to push him away to keep him safe-- which is what he does do, the minute Crowley gets back.

Now think again about what Metatron offered him. A chance to keep Crowley safe forever. He'd never be harmed again. Aziraphale is going to take that offer, no matter what else is asked of him. He's shown over and over again that he'll sacrifice his own happiness to make sure nothing happens to Crowley. And he'll do it without talking to Crowley about it first, because he is a moron who doesn't know how to use his words. Leading Crowley to assume that Aziraphale doesn't love him. The idiot angel is doing it all out of love, but because he doesn't make himself clear Crowley doesn't know that.

Part 3: Maggie and Nina, and their roles as mirror couple/ Greek chorus!

[cubbihue]

Chimmy! Mr Turner, sir, your tie is loose. It’s always a bit loose. Hm. Not very professional…

Haha, oh Timmy! Always so sloppy!!! It’s a good thing his parents are there to help shape him up again! What a shame that he’s moving away from them. Who’ll keep Timmy Turner in line now??

Ah, well. I'm sure someone else will fill in that role. We can't let our changeling go about without supervision after all!

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[sayurinn]

Quick Joseph doodle!! More doodles under the cut :D

I used pics by @figuo_figuyama on Instagram as reference!! Their photography is so awesomeee hehe

[arcanegifs]

Caitvi Scenes: 14/? ↳ Cailyn and Vi address the Council together.

[squea]

the beach episode part 1...

aka sending corn on a vacation where i let full autonomy take the wheel!! this is gonna be the best vacation ever! nervous gulp

fun fact: corn has 10 friends! 5 of which are good friends: his mum, jaimie, maeve, jackson, and some guy on the internet he calls Wires (we're not sure if hes real)

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