#| they are so <3 delightful

[sashacalle]

it's laura's birthday but it feels like mine

#p. #laura harrier #alycia debnam carey #** #| they are so <3 delightful

[shebsart]

Im sick with flu so naturally I picked up my newly bought copy of Howl's Moving Castle which includes DWJ interviews in the back.

And im in love with the way she tells these stories feels like a part of her books.

And my favorite:

The magic in the mundane :)

edit: I'm copying the ID by @princess-of-purple-prose below, thank you!

[ID: Excerpts of printed text which read:

I suppose there's also a biographical element in that Sophie is the eldest of three sisters, and so am I. The idea for Sophie grew out of the time I discovered I had a very severe milk allergy. I almost lost the use of my legs and had to walk with the aid of a stick. I was moderately young, but because of this I suddenly became old.

I had to wait until I knew what Wizard Howl was like. I began to discover Howl about the time when one of my sons took to spending several hours in the bathroom every morning and I got really, really, really annoyed with him.

Where were you when you wrote it? I wrote the book the way I write everything, stretched out on the big sofa in my sitting room, in everyone's way. This often annoys my husband rather a lot.

which made me burst out laughing. I laughed and laughed at the seven league boot, and when I came to the bit where Sophie accidentally makes Howl's suit twenty times too big for him, I laughed so much that I fell off the sofa. My husband was really irritated by this time. He snapped, "You can't be making yourself laugh!" And I gasped, "But I am, I am!" and rolled about on the floor.

Are any of your relatives or friends included in the book? Yes, well the thing that started me off writing the book was a friend of mine who never does her laundry. She has it around the place in huge bags for often as much as a year. When she does tip it all out and try to wash it, she discovers all sorts of clothes that she has forgotten she had.

Which is your favourite part of the book and why? I like the book all over, but I suppose if I had to choose a bit, I'd choose the place where Howl gets a cold. It so happened that when I was writing this bit, my husband caught a bad cold. He is the world's most histrionic cold catcher. He moans, he coughs, he piles on the pathos, he makes strange noises, he blows his nose exactly like a bassoon in a tunnel, he demands bacon sandwiches at all hours, and he is liable to appear (usually wrapped in someone else's dressing gown) at any time, announcing that he is dying of neglect and boredom. So all I had to do was write it down. End ID]

#howl's moving castle #hmc #hmc book #diana wynne jones #i havent seen some of these before and its a delight #not art #wow i didnt expect this to get so many notes lol #all the people in the tags who decided to read the book because of this post <3<3<3

[egophiliac]

this is basically what happened, right?

(these guys are very lucky that everyone at NRC 1) has the combined intelligence of a sack of bricks, and 2) is easily distracted by shiny things.)

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #stage in playful land #stage in playfulland #these two are SO sleazy and i am utterly delighted by them #can't wait to find out their tragic backstory in approximately 3-4 weeks! #fortunately i have like a month to figure out how the heck to draw their hair (spoiler: i will never figure it out) #also. god. i love it whenever leona accidentally reveals his Mom Side. #he doesn't care about any of this but he WILL be tagging along to make sure no one else gets into trouble #once again he has to be the Responsible Adult and he hates it. the whimsical hat weighs heavy upon his head. #anyway this is me so excuse me while i now talk about diasomnia for three hours #but lilia being all 'kids gotta have some adventure in their lives!' is hilarious #specifically because you know silver would NEVER. #100% silver not only never snuck out but he always went to bed on time AND brushed his teeth AND flossed even when nobody made him. #lilia: aww but you should be enjoying your youth! >:c #silver: i am. i enjoy being respectful and disciplined and honoring you as my father. #lilia: #lilia: maybe i'm TOO good at raising kids #you know i was going to say none of his kids would be involved in this but i actually think malleus definitely would #he would not see it as a moral quandry though. he would just be excited to be invited along. #(the only reason he isn't there is because he was busy admiring a termite-infested beam somewhere and yuu didn't get a chance to ask him) #i mean MAYBE if lilia as his single authority figure told him no then he would have some reservations #but lilia's the one who's screaming HELL YEAH LET'S SNEAK OUT AND DEFY AUTHORITY while dabbing so moot point there #sebek would never and he would rat on everyone else. unless malleus is going in which case he's already there. #and i guess if everyone else is going silver probably would too #but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.

[sleepynenes]

skizz vs false: a mini saga

#hermitcraft #falsesymmetry #skizzleman #FALSE NOOOO BEHIND YOU NOOOOOO #watching this was so silly #ive never seen someone put together a nerf gun so stressfully #also that one picture of skizz aiming at her is SO funny #as a false enjoyer i am so fed good night everybody [collapses] #watching the charity stream was such a delight <3 #give the hermits more nerf guns STAT

[satelliteduster]

oh my god i forgot to post my absolute favorite strip from gay comix (issue #2, 1981)

#this collection is full of so many hilarious vignettes #between the fictional and biographical they range from hilarious to saddening but theyre all candid looks at #lgbt life in the 60s 70s and 80s #id recommend it if you're interested in older underground work #edit: for ppl who notice the opening blurb i will say this: #1. Many artists in the underground comix scene (yes the lgbt ones too) delighted in being overly provocative for the sake of it #hence the cringeworthy 'political unity is not the goal' line #2. i worried abt this too when i started going thru the issues but there are quite a few strips and comics focusing on the trans experience #that said. there are unfortunately not a lot of transgender artists involved in this collection #3. given the preceding two points i think its fair to say that a good chunk of the strips in gay comix just. Suck #but like they actually said it's important that we're capable of recognizing that a full 40 years down the line #so we can actually learn something from the life experiences the mistakes and even the lack of perspective tht sm of these artists displayed #nocturnal writings

[lucabyte]

isat doodles in the form of a silly-serious-silly sandwich

#much like my thoughts after finishing sasasap. i reiterate. i would like to pour milk on them and throw them against a wall. and so i do. #in stars and time #isat fanart #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #sifloop #isafrin #lucabyteart #siffrin #loop #isat #'i never understood this lizard' doodle inspired by user @nerdpiggy's meme compilation. its been living in my brain since i saw it. thanks #ALSO SORRY FOR THE LIKE. CRUMBS . ISAFRIN FANS. ITS NOT MUCH BUT ITS THERE.... #isafrin is delightful but the triad of all 3 is where im at bc i neeeeed my ships to have Strain and Stress and Potential Ethical Problems #anyway. rambling. i like them

[sleepnoises]

Mossy mushroomy A-frame cabin commission, with its little pals

I got no photos of my favorite design decision: ceramic "rafters" supporting the needlefelted moss. They'll get their time to shine whenever the felt biodegrades, which will be a while.

#little clay fellows #for this one i got sent an entire pinterest board. and it was delightful #apparently wool takes 3 months to 2 years to biodegrade when buried. not so likely for this guy i will say

[airborneice]

i think we all know who the REAL star of season 3 is

i'm making a vague attempt to pace out this season by doing a drawing after each episode, so anyway here's my new fave character

#rip to my friend and brother who had to hear me start screaming with delight 5 minutes in when this guy showed up #THEY BROUGHT BACK MY BOY #I MEAN ITS A DIFFERENT ONE AND ITS A GIRL BUT ITS STILL THE DIRT GUYS. THANK YOU #whoever on the creative team made this decision i owe you my life #these guys are animated in the most delightful way and i love them #hilda spoilers #hilda season 3 #hilda season 3 spoilers #season 3 spoilers #hilda s3 spoilers #is that enough spoilers tags #yeah this is my fanart for episode 1. did something happen in that ep i was too busy looking at the creature of all time #jk i loved the episode so much. everyone better be so grateful that i chose not to draw the thing instead for this post i love himb #s3 is knocking it out of the park with funky little guys #hilda the series #hilda netflix #stray sod #hilda loam #art tag

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

he's in my home he's in my Heart

#translation: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #hello hello hello hellOOOOOOOOO #hes so cute!!!! and the material is So Soft!!! #the urge to fling him as hard as i can at a wall is There! #i wont though. i wouldnt dare #but ohhhh its him <3 the chew toy <3<3 in the. uh. fabric #i didnt expect him to be so firmly stuffed its a Delightful surprise #his little outfit his stupid fuckin cinnamon bun hair AGH i love him #thirty bucks well spent!!! #i cant wait to crochet him a little sweater <3 #and a little Home to keep him company <3 #oh man oh man Where am i gonna put him... #in the basket??? on my bed?? on a shelf - no! i dont have the room! #maybe he'll bounce around from spot to spot! #photos from the bog #welcome home #gotta say i really do love how it kinda looks like his ascot is strangling him #i looked to see if i could loosen it lmao is he breathing alright!!!! #cant wait to have extensive staring contests with him <3 #finally... someone who wont look away or find eye contact Uncomfortable... #i will admit im already obsessed with holding his tiny soft hand #AGH he's so <3<3<3 he's soooooo <3<3<3<3 #thank you makeship for the opportunity to have him physically in my life #thank you clown for creating him & letting makeship turn him into a marketable plushie he's Everything. 100000/10 absolutely phenomenal #MAN i cant believe he's here!!!! #it feels kinda unreal! like! Wally Darling! in my house! My House!! holy shit!!! #hearts on his soles and everything! #oh and as a bonus he arrived in a wonderful little canvas Bag #i do love me a bag... extra thank you to makeship for the bag. new bag <3 i'll put things in it <3

[glittergoats]

don't be mean agent 3 :(

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #frye #new agent 3 #frye splatoon #i love her eels so much i was delighted by them #my art

[julnites]

BG3 Leyendecker commission for @ kasaica on twitter ✨

#james art times #artists on tumblr #jc leyendecker #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #shadowheart #this one was such a blast to work on #always a delight to do any sort of homage to Leyendecker and so I was absolutely ecstatic to be asked to do it for a commission #would love to do more commissions in this vein

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Old Men(tor) Big Naturals

(for @3luecactuz)

#star wars #yoda #lord of the rings #gandalf #gandalf big naturals #That's an active community last I checked and I *will* throw this into that tag <3 #Thank you for letting me live my dream. #Specifically- thank you for opting into ‘surprise me’ and having the luck of the dice #Finally…I have drawn yoda big naturals…. #its like the weight of two boulders have lifted off my chest #big heaving old man shirt boulders. #All my silly words aside; thank you so much for your longtime support dear 3luecactuz B*) #Praying and hoping you also find this a delightful twist of fate and I have not inspired you to throw me overboard. #Raffle prize 1/5 done! I warned you all I was going to start by swinging a bat. Stay tuned for more this week! #No theme this time around except to have fun with the prompts <3

[rosieofcorona]

A Light To Break All Shadows

Just a fluffy little Halsin x Tav fic to keep the darkness at bay. Also on AO3, if you prefer. Thank you for reading! 💕

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

Tav is eyeing Halsin suspiciously from the opposite end of Art’s bedside, where he’s been keeping watch over the sick man for days. At least, Halsin thinks it’s been days– perhaps three (or maybe four?) at the most. It is difficult to keep track in the Shadowlands.

At any rate, he cannot answer her immediately, which means his answer is insufficient.

“If you have to think about it,” Tav continues, “It’s been too long.”

She has a point.

He is exhausted, as they all are, but cannot bring himself to rest. They are so close– he is so close– to finding the child that will save them, to ending the hundred-year darkness, to restoring light and balance to the land. 

And Art Cullagh, ill as he is, is the key that will unlock their victory, so Halsin feels as though he must protect him every moment, must stay by his side in case he should wake, or take a turn. 

For days, he has persisted, spurred on by his stamina and willpower. For days, he has waited and watched. Now the idea of sleep falls on him like a spell. 

“It is my duty.” He protests. “I will see this through.” “You will,” she agrees, “When you wake. These people will need you in the days to come. And they will need you to be rested.”

She is playing to his sense of responsibility, he knows, but he is too tired to argue. Reluctantly, he nods his agreement. 

When he rises from his chair, it seems that all his centuries of existence catch up to him at once, his joints and muscles burning. He feels old and sore and weary as he drags himself toward an empty bed.

“Go on,” Tav commands gently. She feels like a mother nudging a child off to sleep. “Even the greatest leaders need rest.”

“Then you ought to rest yourself.”

She laughs at that, though Halsin means it. He knows so few who are so capable, so resilient, so kind. She has already accomplished so many things that he could not, not in hundreds of years of practice.

“You flatter me,” Tav smiles, but Halsin shakes his head. 

“You are extraordinary.” 

His gaze is on her when he says it, on her eyes and mouth and hands, the way her armor cleaves to her, the way her weapon rests against her hip. In another place, another time, another life, he would have had her already, would have known her inside and out if she asked him to. 

And she had asked him to, once, before they came here. He remembers. At the time he had denied her as gently as he could, in the knowledge that what was growing between them, if cultivated, could later prove a distraction, a weakness. 

But gods, he had wanted her then. He wants her still. 

Yet such urges, much like sleep, must be suppressed. At least for now.

Tav stares back at him with wide eyes until she feels a flush come over her cheeks. She turns her face away, just slightly, so that Halsin will not see. 

“Well.” She clears her throat, and redirects. “I’ll rest before we go scouting tomorrow. And I’ll watch Art while you sleep.” 

“As you say.” 

**********

In his dreams, he is back in the Shadowfell, that sunless, cursed place. 

At his feet are bodies, Harper and druid and shade alike. He knows their faces, their names, their stories. Here is Atlan, a boy from his own grove, no more than eighteen years of age. Halsin had cured him once of pox, had later mentored him in the healing arts. 

And here, Jehan the Harper, who had just received word that his wife was expecting. Twins, he’d announced, over a round of drinks at Last Light. 

And Moranna, the Selunite priestess who had blessed them again and again on their journey, had prayed over them and shielded them to the best of her ability. 

All lost to the shadows, corrupted beyond recognition. All dead, cut down by his hand. 

Halsin does his best to avoid stepping on them as he presses onward, each step a battle of its own. The weight of darkness seems to crush him, seems to drain the very life out of his body. 

His god is nowhere here. 

There comes a voice through the black night, distant, disembodied. Halsin, the shadows whisper, and whisper again, closer. Halsin. 

Wildly he turns and swings his glaive, hitting nothing, the panic rising in his throat, and–

“Halsin!” Tav exclaims, blocking a swing of his fist with her forearm. 

She is sitting at the edge of his bed looking concerned, frightened even. His skin is slicked with sweat, his breathing heavy, his body tangled in the bed linens. 

Immediately, a white-hot shame rushes over him, that he should be the one to cause her fear. 

That he should strike at her, even unconsciously, his savior, his ally. His friend, though that is too weak a word for the feeling that grows within him, wraps around his heart like wild ivy. 

“Forgive me,” he pants, “I was–” 

I was lost in the darkness, he means to say, I was frightened and alone, but the words stick in his throat like flies in honey.

Yet Tav seems to know already, a tenderness softening the furrows of her brow. Not pity, he notes. Understanding. 

She has seen equivalent horrors, has seen friends fall and foes flourish and still, and still, keeps fighting toward goodness, toward light. He aches with the thought that she might have such nightmares, that she might know firsthand how he feels now. 

But she soothes him, reaches out to wipe the sweat from his brow, her touch as light and cool as an evening breeze. 

“It’s alright,” she promises. “You don’t have to explain. You are safe here.”

Halsin lets out a breath he’s been holding for too long. It has been many years since he was last comforted, truly comforted. He is so accustomed to doing the comforting that he has almost forgotten what it feels like to be on the receiving end. 

Tenderness is no stranger to him– many of his lovers have been gentle, have been sweet– but none have ever known his burdens, none have carried them, taken them on as their own. Here is one who has, who does, who will, if he will let her. 

He takes Tav’s hand in his and guides it, flattens her palm over the rabbit-fast beat of his heart, breathing deeply, willing it to slow. He wants to say, Thank you, then, I love you, but it’s too soon, he thinks, too desperate, no matter how true. 

“Thank you,” Halsin allows, and swallows the rest. 

Tav smiles at him then, a soft, bright thing, like a single star in the night sky. The true last light in the Shadowlands. 

“Shall I stay with you?”

“Art–,” Halsin starts, but she shakes her head calmly, knowingly. “He’s sleeping soundly. Seems his bad dreams have come to visit you.”

“I do not wish to burden you with something so trivial.”

“You could not burden me,” Tav says quietly. “But I will leave, if you prefer.” 

Her thumb strokes over his chest, her hand still pressed against him. His pulse quickens again at so intimate, so innocent a touch. Halsin wonders if she can feel it.

“I prefer your presence, always. But you need your own rest.” 

“Very well.” 

Her palm slips from him as she rises to her feet, and he thinks for a moment that he’s made a mistake, has waved off her kindness, dismissed her.

Rather, she motions for him to move over and climbs slowly, wordlessly into the bed next to him. He finds himself lifting the sheets for her, inviting her in without hesitation. 

She’s changed, he realizes as she comes close, her armor cast aside for the day. Her nightclothes make her look, make her feel smaller, softer. He wants so badly to slip his hands beneath the fabric, to see how soft she is beneath. 

“Is this alright?” Tav whispers, looking earnestly into his eyes. Her fingertips flit over his cheek, brushing a lock of his hair behind his ear. “Are you alright?”

The bed is small and Halsin is not, and she is pressed against him like a flower between the pages of a book. He can only nod. 

“I will rest here then, with you.”

In the gentlest act he can or will ever remember, she leans forward and kisses his eyes as if bestowing a blessing upon them, a ward against the darkness.

**********

Halsin wakes again in near-total silence, save the gentle inhale-exhale of Tav’s breathing beside him. He doesn’t know how much time has passed, and for the first time in a long time, doesn’t mind. 

Instead, he is aware of how peaceful he feels in this moment, sheltered from the dangers beyond the inn, aware that at one point or another he had let go of his worry and settled deep into dreaming. The earlier tension in his muscles has melted into a tired ache, as if he is returning from a very long walk in the Grove. 

And she is here, wrapped in his arms. A light to break all shadows.

He can’t be sure when it happened. The shift had been imperceptible, like the feeling of falling asleep, or falling in love.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #halsin #halsin x tav #my fic #halsin x reader #halsin x fem! tav #fluff #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #but mostly just so soft #like it was a delight to write something so sweet #my writing #bg3 fanfiction #halsin romance #bg3 halsin #halsin fanfic

[elfcollector]

[PERFORMANCE] Twirl about with flair and abandon.

#gamingnetwork #vgedit #videogameedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #gameplaydaily #bg3edit #bgedit #baldur's gate #mybg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #tav #bg3 tav #delight #this scene was so FUCKING CUTE #i wanna gif the whole thing but light turns him down at the end (eyes for shadowheart only) and his face is so sad i cant do it #light to astarion later: AND I ACCIDENTALLY MADE WYLL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME AND I FEEL LIKE AN AWFUL VILLAIN FOR TURNING HIM DOWN AND #astarion deftly avoiding thinking about his own feelings for them: there there #i keep looking at these gifs. HIS SMILE !!!!!! #HES SO FUCKING PERFECT (BITING AT THE CARPET)

[originalartblog]

my tiny!skk brainrot rn is that they cling to their opposite big self and yowl and howl like they are being murdered when pried apart and its so special to me actually.

chuuya's vest is torn in like twelve separate places bc tiny!dazai sat on his shoulder once and regular dazai tried to get him down and was Unsuccessful™ (tiny!dazai sleeps on the rim of chuuyas hat change my mind). tiny!chuuya sits on the gem/button on dazai's bolo tie and hisses at him periodically whenever he says Something Stupid.

im holding them like a couple of grapes in my palm i love them sm op this is the best thing ive seen all day 😭😭

Dazai keeps forgetting Tiny Chuuya is with him today and keeps having to pretend not to jump every time Tiny decides Dazai deserves to be called out (not doing his work/making fun of someone) and starts yelling

#tinyzai is somewhere pretending that not getting to hang out with tiny chuuya on dazai's bolo tie isn't the worst injustice of the day #and thank you i'm happy the tinies bring so much joy they are a delight to draw <3 #tiny skk adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #bsd nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #ask answered #nawy's doodles

[ride-a-dromedary]

I think it's very based of Halsin to walk into Baldur's Gate, criticize the entire structure of civilization and its treatment of the less fortunate and the vulnerable, get *this* close to sending a racist back to the Oak Father, defend rats as a species, have a midlife crisis, and then decide he wants a baby.

#very based indeed #BG3 Musing #Halsin #Halsin Posting #this is obviously a cliff notes post #but like honestly people who say halsin is boring in act 3 aren't listening to him #he's a delight - my dude i am so sorry #he reminds me of that one quote from walk two moons #some of this is dependent on whether you take him along #me who takes him along always is blessed #he also flat out says the city stinks /negative and he is SO real for that