Mutuals, comrades in fandom, I succumbed to the temptation of the One Ring.
I probably won’t wear it regularly because I already have a necklace with high sentimental value I wear daily but I have a LOTR themed halloween evening with friends coming so…
show me your teeth (lorata) / the hunger games movie (2012) / bad advice (penelope scott) / transrevolutions on tumblr / great wide somewhere (azelmaroark) / mahmoud darwish / ron hicks / the hunger games (suzanne collins) / the hunger games movie (2012) / take me to war (the crane wives)
I hope I am not the only one who feels like bg3 turned me into an idiot. I just wasted roughly 4 hours of my weekend playing dress-up with characters. downloading a dozen more mods and putting everyone in different pretty outfits like a 5 year old playing with dolls.
But then Sunny just wakes up the next day and goes out and they're right there !!
So the entire time they're hanging out he's just;
Aw, it seems like these times spent outside of his house are already paying off. Look! He even has a healthy blush on his cheeks :D
Dshbsgsvfsfshve heeeeeelppppp our boi is DYINGGG bwhveggdhvdggdydg help help agcwtcehvd good luck for him honestly xDDD Who knows, maybe his friends will try to use some tickly tickles to discover what is wrong in the first place ~ xD
Bruhhh, this pic is honestly so soft looking and it reminds me SO MUCH of this reaction pic:
one of the top 10 peter jackson's creative choices was seeing the one (1) sentence about the beacons being lit in RotK and going "I'm going to film a scene that is so absolutely iconic based on this"
sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine.
Bc I have Steter brainrot, that is what this ended up being. It . . . is not a fic, bc brain refused to play ball that way, but. Here, have a poem instead:
there is blood in your mouth
and on your trembling hands,
and I won't say
"I'm so sorry, darling"
no matter how much you want it,
because you are the one person
I will not lie to;
and I always said
"you'd make a magnificent wolf"
but oh, I never meant
like this;
I would see you
rampant and proud
in the full bloom of your dark,
armed to and with teeth,
your lips painted
in the blood you drew from me
in a moment of passion, because you
finally learned what it is
to be unrestrained
if and until then,
fix your hunger-dark eyes on me,
and let me
wash your hands
Classic green dragon is classic. This is another of the early Stone Dragons which stuck with a very simple color scheme. There's a little more variation in the range of greens I used here - some yellow-green highlights and some blue-green as well.
I'll want to say something special for this piece: This is my original work. This is a piece that I've seen copied in many different locations - particularly the linework that I made later - and I want to assure you that I am the point of origin for this dragon design; this is not copied from someone else's work.
Prismacolor pencils, gold paint pen, minor Photoshop adjustments for highlighting.
Your hoard of crest stones collected from the Sealed Forest beasts grows steadily the more you work, in number and in power. The stones sing a siren song that appeals to some instinctual, animalistic part of yourself. A growing desire to take them, hold them, make them yours. It’s hypothesized that this is the very influence that attracted the animals to the stones in the first place. After a rash of attempted robberies and disappearances, you and another are tasked with guarding the Crest stones through the night. The strange curse upon the stones tempt you, but you must stay strong… [Grants Reason +1]
Deirdre smiles at Edelgard as they sit together guarding the collection of Crest stones. She is glad for the company, and particularly glad that that company is her student specifically. It would be a long and lonely night without a friendly face to talk to!
“Do you know much about these stones, Lady Edelgard?” She wonders out loud. “I know that we have been warned about them. They have some sort of strange power. But I am afraid I have never heard of anything like this before.”
The stones are shut away in latched box but Deirdre finds her thoughts continue to wander toward them. She does not know what they look like or how many there even are. She could open the box and take a look. That should be alright. In fact, it should be quite helpful. How is she to guard something if she does not even know what that something is! What if someone had already removed the stones from their chest? They will not know unless they open it themselves and just have a little look.
She stands and slowly kneels before the chest of Crest stones. “I would just like to take a little peek,” she looks over her shoulder to reassure her partner before she undoes the latch and opens the lid. “Oh!” Deirdre gasps. “Look at them! They are quite beautiful.”
It would be so easy to just touch one. She would barely need to move at all. Her fingers twitch at the thought and her heart flutters with excitement. But no. She shakes her head and makes her way back to sit by Edelgard’s side. The box lid remains open.
“It will be easier to guard them if we can see them, I think.”
this task has been on my to-do list for at LEAST six months. probably more. why did i finally do it? well um you see i have some friends coming over tomorrow after work to hang out at my house and sew —