currently watching a guy fall through the ice on purpose so that he can teach people what to do. a childefic writer's work is never done

Inktober day 10

sad child edition

i drew childes entire immediate family/designed the ones that didnt have canon designs. for no real reason other than im writing about them in a fic and i got attached

damn, people really still have opinions like "this eldritch horror game where your paranoia manifests into real literal tentacles that kill you has an unrealistic amount of women and people of colour in it" and think that's a real proper criticism that should be taken seriously, huh?

embarrassing tbh.

meanwhile, cool and interesting people who are worth listening to are saying things like "hey you ever notice how ingfell resident never uses gendered pronouns when referring to her partner? they could be someone of any gender! that's really cool, i love that :)"

Jon calling himself a “motherless bastard” is sooooo ironic because he actually has a shit ton of mother figures. Lyanna Stark, his biological mother who spent her last few moments ensuring his survival. Wylla the wetnurse, who did what Lyanna couldn’t and nursed baby Jon to health. Ashara Dayne, who was at the very least involved in the secret of his birth and keeping it (thus ensuring he was safe from Robert). And some random fisherman’s daughter, who according to legend knew that she couldn’t care for her babe and gave him to Ned Stark for a chance of survival. Whoever his mother was, she loved him fiercely. And everyone knows about his mothers. Everyone - but him.

simon peter is the funniest apostle to work with because in theory he's the most loyal, most by-the-book of the apostles so you'd expect him to be the most logical and collected one but 80% of his concerns (pre crucifixion then everything went downhill and they all died) are that he has a crush on every person he encounters

jo the second he finds out masato's a little zesty

What Charm school did Ralph go to?

Been speculating for a while about how Ralph got so skilled with the ladies whilst also researching his religious background.

I wonder if he was roped in to 'recruiting' converts as a child/young man?

For some reason this snippet from 'Father and Son' by Edmund Gosse, describing the origins of his father's Plymouth Brethren chapter, made me think of Ralph:

"A few years before we came, a crew of Cornish fishermen, quite unknown to the villagers, were driven by stress of weather into the haven under the cliff. They landed, and, instead of going to a public-house, they looked about for a room where they could hold a prayer- meeting. They were devout Wesleyans; they had come from the open sea, they were far from home, and they had been starved by lack of their customary religious privileges. As they stood about in the street before their meeting, they challenged the respectable girls who came out to stare at them, with the question, 'Do you love the Lord Jesus, my maid?' Receiving dubious answers, they pressed the inhabitants to come in and pray with them, which several did......They were finely-built young men, with black beards and shining eyes, and I do not question that some flash of sex unconsciously mingled with the curious episode, although their behaviour was in all respects discreet. It was, perhaps, not wholly a coincidence that almost all those particular girls remained unmarried to the end of their lives. After two or three days, the fishermen went off to sea again. They prayed and sailed away, and the girls, who had not even asked their names, never heard of them again. But several of the young women were definitely converted."

continuing to post old art while i work on the ref. my curse of being a very slow artist

I love how Grrm made Aegon&Rhaenyra so similar, both are handsome/attractive,vain,cruel,proud, quick to anger, slow to forgive, driven to madness/paranoia by the loss of their children and dragons etc..

But nah grrm thought it wasn't enough so he made their dragons have similar color and start with the same letter as well Yellow/Gold, Syrax/Sunfyre ♡♡

It's just a good day to remember that Grrm has validated our delulu rhaegon agend♡

that man isn't afraid to play in the sandbox and I respect that 😂

i kinda get the vibe he enjoys toying with different possibilities that didn't happen but could have.

THE PLOT JUST CONNECTED IN MY BRAIN

pov i am reacting normally to skirks bad design

Heads Up 7 Up/Last Line Word Count/

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Zeklan kept an eye on Aldon and the other roving the hall, keeping point with Sylpha as she whirled her way around easily among the rest of the dancers. Aldon kept his gaze on her as well, twitching on occasion at sounds, sensations, or sights that Zeklan could only speculate on. The expression on Aldon's face was something he didn't need to speculate about though. Crooking a finger summoned one of the young cabin rats that offered to be on hand for the party. A young woman, this one, still with baby fat on her face that stood at odds with the line of lionfish proudly displayed along her collarbone.

"Commander," she greeted as she leaned her elbows on the table, causing the chains of gold discs on her wrists to jingle almost in time with the music. "Something you need? Drink perhaps?"

"A good amount," he replied as Aldon shifted as one of the young pirates swung Sylpha around in one of the many jigs that accompanied the music. "For me and the bear over there, if you'll bring him here first."

The woman looked over to where Zeklan indicated and drew in a deep breath. "The once-king?"

"Watch your words, girl."

She straightened up with a impertinent salute and a cheeky "Aye, captain," before she was off. Watching her and her easy movement through the crowd, he hummed contentedly to himself. Former pickpocket, that one. An excellent addition to any of the Eastern crews. If she wasn't so light-hearted he'd nab her for the Western Fleet. Fast hands and fast feet were nothing he'd frown upon. Not when his own scallywag had set the precedent for success with that. Not many here could match her though. He missed her on the deck of the Maiden.

Out of the corner of his vision he saw the surprised way that Aldon looked at where Zeklan sat before rising. Most people slid out of the former kings way as he made his way to the head table. As the man drew closer, Zeklan kicked out the chair Sylpha used to occupy when she lived in Hulls Deep. He still remembered her having to sit on an old crate he'd sawed down himself so she could see over the table well enough to eat and cause general table ruckus. Aldon sat gingerly in the seat, a man ill at ease with everything around him. A bull shark in a cane cage.

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Caught this 13 inch rainbow trout last Wednesday.

Trout Salad Sliders

do they ever talk about how will’s hobby fishing and making his own lures is most likely 100% due to his daddy’s influence and growing up being the son of a poor fisherman.

wow i really did take about 45 minutes LMAOOO. 

please perceive my screencaps from this week’s episode lmaoo.