amycarmandsdm13

[spaceysnailart]

Crocheted Worry Worm ROAK Kit // SpaceySnailArt on Etsy

[itsredwritinghood]

Still making my way through my #middlegradereadinglist with #flightofthepuffin by #annbraden. This book…THIS BOOK WAS SO GOOD!!! I loved all the characters and how their stories eventually intertwined. I wish I had known about this book when I used to take the kids I nannied to leave #ROAK painted rocks on walking trails, or hand drawn bookmarks in books at the library/bookstore/little free library or one of their favorites, taping microwave popcorn to Redbox machines. They always wanted to wait around and see if anyone picked up our #randomactsofkindness This #book would have been a good example of how a little kindness can go a long way. #readthisbook #bookstagram #bookgeek #bookworm #booknerd #booklove #bookish #audiobooks #bibliophile #bookaddict #bookaholic #bibliotherapy #readersofinstagram #reading #read #middlegradebooks #booksilove https://www.instagram.com/p/CoBqAqUrNOR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[catwyk]

roakes sentinel has been on my mind for months now, im SO HAPPY to finally have it drawn out !!! prelim sketches + notes below the cut :]

i think it's pretty obvious, but this was very much informed by the dog thing from The Thing. Rob Bottin is a huge inspiration to me in terms of body horror

the crab and dogs arent based on any specific species or breed. that's the problem with dogs and crabs -- theyre so diverse, you can't draw them generic without making them look a little weird in one way or another. and then that means picking a specific species or breed, which invites speculation as to why, which means it has to be done with symbolism in mind, and sometimes i just wanna paint a big scary monster with nothing else to it, yknow?

the dogs are (in canon) embedded in the shell, which i forgot about when i was envisioning the sentinel to begin with. thank god for artistic license !! sorry jon ware my crab now

[sketchindoodles]

"As I pass it, I have the uncomfortable sensation that I'm looking at the bungalow owner's one and only self-portrait."

The Silt Verses. Chapter 8: And Those I Love, It Rends

I cannot express how much I utterly adore this podcast and how much I urge everyone to listen to it. It is a masterclass in character storytelling with frankly phenomenal worldbuilding, and I am constantly impressed and inspired by it.

Chapter 8 is one of my favourites as I love listening to the testimony of Augustus Roake as he speaks of his life and rejection of society, turning only to his worship of the Muse of Prior Happiness.

[autism69]

[mintcrows]

a gith druid tav im playing with a friend :)

[deermouth]

"some folks get deep enough into their gods, they start to forget about taking care of anything else. check the taps in the sinks. ...mm, came easy, didn't it?"

[another-little-hippie]

totally out of pocket for my blog, but is The Fountainhead by our girl Ayn really fucking queer coded, or is it just me?

[imagescuisantes]

[captain-underpants-aus]

Pride Comics #4

[linavloger]

NEW INTENTIONS INCORRECT QUOTES pt. 1

Captain: If I didn't know better, Isabella, I'd say you were scared. Isabella: Heh, scared? *absolute silence* Isabella: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

Isabella: My diamond earring came off in the ocean and it's gone! Krupp: Isabella, there's people that are dying.

George: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Daniel: What? George: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Olive: May luck (and this picture of Rachel eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

George: Last night, I had a dream about sandwich pizza. Melvin: What? George: It was pizza with bread on the top and the bottom. Melvin: So a calzone? George: You can’t just name things I dream up.

Rena: Olive won’t wake up, what do I do? Daniel: Did you try kicking her? Rena: Yes. Daniel: I’m out of ideas.

George: What language do they speak at the center of the earth? George: Core-ean Krupp: The center of the earth is around 5430 degrees Celsius! Nobody is going to live there so they don’t need a language! Captain: Core-ean.

Jenna: So, what is Edith to you? Krupp: The reason I wake up every morning. Jenna: ...That’s adorable. Edith earlier that morning, barging into Krupp′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Captain, working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

Rena: George is late again. Rachel: How did this happen? I called him at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11. Melvin: I printed up a fake schedule for him saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon. Jenna: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM. Rena: Oh boy. We may have overdone it. *George bursts through the door* George: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Isabella: We all have our demons. Melvin, grabbing Rachel: This one’s mine!

Anais: Olive annoyed me today so I told her that I can’t wait to see what she has planned for our special day tomorrow. Daniel: There is nothing special about tomorrow. Anais: But there is something special about watching the color leave her face as panic takes over.

Rena: I have a bad feeling about this... Captain: What do you mean? Rena: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble? Captain: No? Edith: That actually explains so much.

[hottdoggblogg]

[jakesangel]

sick jake ><

what jake wants jake gets but sick jake ? it will be the end for you. either that he pretends to be unable to do anything or is hyper, he would give you the time of your life.

when he gets his mouth ulcer, he knows the medecine will hurt him more so he wouldn't stop moving making it hard for the members of the staff to heal him. they even had to tie him up. but once you're in his life ? ? he would do it on purpose just to get you to heal him. he would whine out loud not caring of the situation or the place he is. he would jump around not wanting to be tied up again. he just doesn't want anyone else to heal him. he is all yours, why would him ? so when sunghoon had the idea to call you over, he was so happy. the happiest, he would grin so hard, making everyone in the room realized of his true intentions. but even if he didn't, he was suddenly patently waiting for you, sitting on the dance practice couch, a contrast from few seconds ago.

once you arrive w the members telling you what's happening and giving you the médecine, you would see a jake already looking at you, sitting w his legs moving around, his body buzzing of excitement. his smile would get bigger when he sees you approching with the medecine. he knows it will hurt, but knowing you'd be the one healing him, eases him. hi would he says w the biggest grin, you know you didn't have time come here, not even hiding the biggest lie he ever told you. he would grab your hands, leading you on his lap and then, put them on your thighs, lovingly strocking them, while you'd open the medecine. could you hold my face while you'll do it, princess ? he would expendantly ask, his face held high, eyes round to look at you only. please ?

but when jake is having a cold, he will act like a baby. he would either come over or beg u through text for you to come to him. he wouldn't even open the front door, pretending that he can't get out of his bed. he'd prepare himself : once you open the door he will cough n pretend his voice is roak, but it never works. once he his the door opens, he knows he won. he knows you are going to baby him and that he has you, all for himself, and maybe you'd even stay for the night. so every single time, he would smile so big once he sees you. and it is an endearing sight to see : he had himself wrapped up in his blanket, his head the only thing that can be seen. my princess finally came to save me, he'd dramatically say. kiss me i'm literally to die !, if he is contagious you'll obviously try to protest making him only whine louder so that's it. that's how i'm going ? without even a kiss from my princess. oh life hates me, or just negotiate with you please, baby ? i promise you ill take such good care of you if you do get sick. please ?

sick jake will not use hands. he would keep them under the blanket waiting for you to feed him, either food or the medicine. so when you're so close to him, on his bed, feeding him, he keeps it cool finally getting what he wants.he'd stop trying to kiss you but only opening and closing his mouth only when the spoon is approaching or leaving his face. jake would only move when he knows you guys will cuddle. so when you come back from the kitchen, his dishes on the sink, he'd have the blanket open for you. babe, could you touch my hair while we watch a movie, please ? he'd confide you. and that's only then he will fall asleep, your chest is pressed by his back, your hand on his hair.

notes : jake politely asking is making me insane but he is the cutest puppy he would so do this :(

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @stwrjvke @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring

[evengirlierballs]

Saw a joke one of these going around, but i genuinely want to know now.

You could reblog for a larger sample size.... or you could let democracy end with you, for a cheap and easy power trip. tee-heehee you found me! *fwee*

[valtsv]

silt verses tarot assignments:

i. the fool - hembry / sid wright

ii. the magician - VAL

iii. the high priestess - nana glass

iv. the empress - the trawlerman & the promised bride

v. the emperor - katabasian mason

vi. the hierophant - hayward

vii. the lovers - mercer and gage* / devereaux and sebastian if you insist on a romantic couple. this podcast doesn't have many options lol.

viii. the chariot - faulkner

ix. strength - brother wharfing

x. the hermit - roake

xi. the wheel of fortune - katabasian roemont

xii. justice - adjudicator shrue

xiii. the hanged man - the children of the woundtree / the many below & dennis duplass

xiv. death - the cairn maiden & stewardess acantha

xv. temperance - sister thurrocks

xvi. the devil - press secretary carson

xvii. the tower - the wither mark

xviii. the star - carpenter

xix. the moon - sibling rane

xx. the sun - vaughan

xxi. judgement - paige

xxii. the world - the god of penda's slake & charity

(*the lovers is not an inherently romantic card, it symbolises unity)

[blorbologist]

“i love you” + vex

“I love you.”

“Rhhhah.”

“No - I love you.”

“Rrroak.”

“I. Love. You.”

“Roak-ak-ak-ak.”

Vex’ahlia sighs in exasperation and expunges what air’s left in her lungs by slumping against Trinket. The raven flutters back a few paces at the movement, watching her with its head cocked. She can’t stand looking at it anymore, so instead tips her head skyward. Everything’s greys up there: silver if she’s feeling fanciful, smokey if she’s not. Which she isn’t, anymore. 

It’s not that fucking hard to say. 

She’s heard cats and dogs grumble it, as close as they could get. Trinket has, too - a low grumbling Ruy ruh r’ou’ that the twins have been absolutely determined to get him to repeat. And the colorful birds of Marquet which can say all that and more. That one week they spent at Dalen’s Closet, Keyleth had shrieked in surprise when one chirped canItouchyourbutt - oh, and Vax had made it his goal to teach it how to say fuck, and - 

Well. Now she’s here. 

All those birds are probably dead. Or maybe they aren’t - she doesn’t know how long they live. But she’s surrounded by the same ravens that flocked to Whitestone after Vax - after, and she’s really, really tired of them only repeating the stupidest shit.

Percy didn’t teach Leona to say fuck. Neither did Cassandra, or Kynan, or any of the childrens’ favorite guards, and Vesper would never. Grog and Scanlan know better, now that Pike’s on their asses for Juniper proudly declaring things shit. 

She’s very sure it’s the ravens. They do say fuck, and hello, oy you, and pretty birdie, and - well. Shitballs is probably her fault. Indirectly. So is motherfucker. 

(Look: they always pester her when she and Trinket hunt something down, even after they’ve been given the offal, and she really, really is bereft of opportunities to swear with all the kids running around the mansion, alright? It’s cathartic.)

Yes, very cathartic. But now the ravens taught her toddler to say fuck, and she really should do something about it. 

Vex’ahlia rolls her gaze back to ground level. The solitary raven is watching her still, throat feathers fluffing with its breaths. 

She’s pretty familiar with most of them now; this one has a bad habit of trying to steal her knives when she’s cleaning a kill. He’s very glossy, with a notch in his tail fan. It. It feels like a he. 

Trinket’s breath is a reassuring backdrop, his fur too-warm behind her in his humidity. She feels out a little scrap of meat, getting both the bear and bird’s attention. 

“Let’s try it again, darling. Come on,” she prompts. “I love you.”

The raven opens his mouth, feathers ruffled as though he’s about to squall - but he shuts it with a clack, considering her. 

Again: “I love you.”

“Rah-ah-ah-ah-ah.” Like it’s laughing.

… This will take a while.

(If pressed, Vex would say she wasn’t sure why she started with I love you. Maybe because she loves Whitestone, and wants to tell it that without being weird. Because it’s something sweet that could make people smile. Or because Percy will certainly jump if he hears her voice somewhere he doesn’t expect it.)

(Maybe because her voice, echoed within a hard beak, might just sound deeper, and more like Vax’s. And it would do her well to hear him say it again, and hope that he hears her too.)