#this takes place before the ball

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 0.2 Birth by Sleep - A Fragmentary Passage - Depths of Darkness

[scoots-canoe]

Random ten doodles from this week (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

the x files au where everything is exactly the same except mulder takes home the child neanderthal from the jersey devil episode and raises them as his own

[vaguely-concerned]

I love Malcolm Hawke's first dialogue in Legacy (the one you get if you unbind the shade kept trapped by two seals in a little cell). clearly this whole business was the darkest shittiest time of his life and he's selling his soul and betraying every single one of his principles and everything, but he sounds so endearingly... snippy and exasperated about the wardens using demons willy nilly. the "listen I know I'm up to some shady stuff here and everything but let it not be said I was untidy. I'm fixing your shit as far as I'm able here. you will not be able to pin this one on me. these demons were here before I arrived, this is on the record now" energy. the way he's taking time out of his day to be responsible and enforce mage OSHA regulations in the middle of maybe the most hilariously irresponsible thing anyone's ever done after the magisters tried to break into the golden city. exquisite. the real Hawke family curse is having to specify that actually not all of the catastrophe was your fault okay this is at least like... 30% not on me this time. I. I tried. everything was on fire and I had a children's toy bucket and a bottle of rum on hand

[n0bluev]

@fushiglow hmm….wonder who i’d draw this for all of a sudden and why… 🤔🤔

[eatmy-customjorts]

another night out on earth

[painted-bees]

aw haha he’s come close, lets be real.

Initially, he couldn’t just...stop playing...because violin’s the only thing he’s good at. But then post-secondary school made him think that, actually, he’s pretty shit at it. And even then, he still couldn’t divorce himself from music. And really, it’s because that’s what people know him for, it’s what they expect of him, and if he’s not making music--there’s is very little else he can offer. If he stops calling himself a musician, if he proverbially grinds his violin down into shrapnel--then he’s just a guy. One with no real direction.

And it’s a bit like--how badly do your legs have to hurt you before you decide to amputate them both above the knee? They walk fine, they get you around, but boy they hurt. When is it decided that they just gotta go? Or--do you hope that eventually the pain goes away because you remember a time when they actually didn’t hurt all that much and running was fun.

Buuut....ever since Magritte moved in with him, he’s found himself picking up the violin more and more often with a certain curiosity-driven eagerness. She got some strange ideas, strange processes and an even stranger relationship with music that he can’t help but feed into--collaborate with. Hell, he could produce the most hideous, head-empty, dying-cat notes, and she’d still take that awful sound and gleefully find a way to do something interesting with it. Kinda irresistible, enjoyable, addictive, like a musical gatchapon lmao

[kickassfu]

what if?

and i mean what if

i just got my ass out of the chair

got dressed

put the clothes out to dry outside

and did something?

what if?

huh?

what if

[icewindandboringhorror]

It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...

[forgottenroisin]

Suspicion | Roisin & Cassimir

"I have no inspiration," Rosie had whined to Cillian earlier that morning, leaning against the kitchen counter, her chin supported by both hands in a vision of frustrated contemplation. "Every practical joke I can think of, we've already pulled off against him."

"Chin up, Malconaire," teased Cillian, sipping some water. "The next egregious thing he does, boom, instant inspiration, I guarantee it. Your muse will not fail you: he's too much of a...Well," Cillian arched his brows. "I shouldn't say in front of a lady."

"That's it!"

"There she is!"

"No, Cillian, that's the issue!" Rosie's hands fell from her face. She pushed off against the counter to her feet, snapping as she did. "That's it! He...Cassimir hasn't done anything particularly egregious in some time, has he?"

Cillian frowned. "What? That doesn't seem right..."

"No, think about it, Cillian! He's been in a...I daresay, he's been almost...happy...I even saw him smile the other day -- unsolicited. He didn't know anyone was looking! He just...smiled!"

"Gross."

"No, don't you see! Something's afoot. He's planning something. Something horrible."

"Oh," whispered Cillian, and passed a hand across his face. "Well, that's a worrisome thought--"

"I need to get to the bottom of this."

"No! No, Rosie, you leave this one to me. Leave everything to me," he added, shrugging back into his coat (the day was murky with rain).

"Where are you going?"

"I--the woods."

Rosie placed her hands on her hips. "You're going to the woods?"

He shrugged. "I'm going to the woods."

"In this weather. To...?"

"Think! Listen, while I'm there, Rosie, you just go about your day as you usually would. Let's not...tip him off. Got it? Let's just...keep our heads, right?"

"You want to keep your head?"

"...Yes? Look, just let me handle this, all right?" he said, coming forward and taking her hand. His look was earnest.

Rosie sighed, letting her other hand drop from her hip. "Fine, I'll keep my head. But I want to know what's going on!"

"Of course. We'll figure this out. Promise. Just...go about your day."

"You know I have to see him today, right? He wants some new clothes made, or something."

"He does?"

Rosie shrugged. "I assume that's what he wants?"

"All right, all right, just...put it out of your head for now, right? We'll talk when I get back, all right?"

"...From the woods?"

He sighed. "From the woods."

Rosie huffed. "Fine."

"That's my girl," he said, and kissed her cheek, and he was gone.

Gathering up her spare fabric, Rosie heaved it into her arms. She'd meant to go directly to the attic to finish up some sewing Valentina had ordered, she truly did...but her father's study door was open...and Cassimir was inside.

Stowing her parcel by the door, she slipped inside. It wouldn't hurt to...simply be there, she was sure. Maybe to ask some innocent questions. He was her brother, after all, and as much reverence as any Malconaire gave to the woods outside the house, Roisin couldn't imagine what they might inspire that the great oak that burst through their very ceiling could not, particularly during a rainstorm.

"Good morning, Cassimir," began Roisin, as cheerily as she might. They weren't scheduled to meet until the evening when, presumably, she'd finished her other work, and it was certainly true that Roisin didn't generally seek out Cassimir, but...Maybe this once. She had to know!

"I had a free moment and wondered if you wanted to discuss...designs. That way maybe I can have some ready to present when we meet tonight..."

She rounded the doorway, standing fully inside, now. Outside the world was filled with fog and a torrential downpour, but this room felt snug and cozy with the fire cheerily licking upwards and a steaming cup of something or other on the desk, and candles dotting every surface so it might be bright enough to read and write in the gloom of heavy rain.

"Goodness, it certainly is coming down out there, isn't it?" she paused, rubbed her arm. "Papa loved days like this in here. Said they were made for being snug in one's snug," she giggled. "But...you know that..."

She shook her head as if to dispel those more pleasant memories. "Is there anything I can fetch you before we begin?"

What was going on with him? Had something happened at the ball? Gods! Had Guinevere finally caved to his proposals? Were they about to have Malconaire back and utterly to themselves again? Surely Valentina wouldn't remain here if she could be living in a palace! And Cassimir would have to attend to his bride...A wave of warmth washed over her.

She paused again. "Cassimir...I've heard a rumor about you," she said at last, biting her lip. It was a lie but...it was a white lie, certainly, wasn't it? "I've heard...that you're to be married. Soon. Is...is it true?"

[good--merits-accumulated]

tentatively mapping out the the little white horse au

[shaykai]

Not me crying over Baldur’s Gate 3, my Tav is slowly getting more and more morally dubious and it’s only a little bit their fault

[collegeoflore]

god we deserved a high society party quest….. i want to see the upper city so so bad…. let me into duke portyr’s manor i’ll be so normal about it

[5arcasmw]

the more i learn about the american revolution the more hamilton: the musical infuriates me

(read tags for context pls i go off on a mega tangent)

[roomthirtythree]

I'm moving to another continent in exactly a week and my family is more broken than it has ever been and boy has it been broken for a while <3 love the lil glass shards

[babygirlcowboy]

About to have a mentally ill music moment 👍