#｢ 003. / EDIT. ｣

[prisoner-000]

That makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, categorically, emphatically, GUILTY!

#milgram #free to use as well! :) #fuuta kajiyama #mahiru shiina #amane momose #mikoto kayano #003 #006 #008 #009 #edits #milgram project

[darkvrge]

ELFSONG TAVERN

#003. edit. ⸻ ‘ to be written in ink is to be immortal. ’ #i love one tavern your honor #imagine spending a night there with your besties #needs a big table for boardgames though #bg3 screenshots #bg3 scenery

[arachnid-wife]

Some meruru transparents !! ( Shy likes her design ^^ )

If you do use just credit back to hyr ! ( No gatekeeping resources around here !! )

#𓎟𓎟 . 003 : silky lace ◜ posts ◞﹒₊ 🎀 #robot maid meruru #manga transparent #transparent #transparent png #rentry resources #carrd resources #editing resources

[ourowndesirepaths]

#˚·◌¨̮͚ .ﾟ⋆ฺ｡:･༉˚·◌¨̮͚ .ﾟ⋆ฺ｡:･༉˚·◌¨̮͚ .ﾟ⋆ฺ｡:･༉˚·◌¨̮͚ .ﾟ⋆ฺ｡:･༉ #edit #the hellp #dirty 003 #animecore #webcore #old web #old anime #early 2000s

[koronakrolowresource]

korona królow favourite costumes 5/???

queen jadwiga's sapphire gown with a veil and headpiece, ep 3 & 4.

#jadwiga of kalisz #queen jadwiga of kalisz #halina łabonarska #halina labonarska #kkfc #korona królów #korona krolow #the crown of kings #crown of kings #perioddramaedit #period drama #period drama edit #perioddramagif #weloveperioddrama #costumeedit #costume edit #costume drama #historicalgifs #historical drama #ep 003 #ep 004

[linagram]

i forgot i made these

#idk what is it about my brain refusing to make memes about aimi and naomi #making memes about shun kei and eiko though? 10/10 #also i want y'all to know that i was editing riku's vd and my cat decided that he really needs to be the part of the process #and then he scrolled down and got to the poll part and clicked on the guilty option #is this foreshadowing or he just really doesn't like riku #📱linagram timeline 📱 #🗡️guard 001: sanada eiji 🗡️ #👑prisoner 001: miyagawa akio👑 #💔prisoner 003: ishizu shun 💔 #🍓prisoner 005: sanada kei 🍓 #💎prisoner 006: yoshioka eiko💎 #🎀prisoner 008: maruyama yurika 🎀 #🎸prisoner 009: kuroki riku 🎸 #🎭prisoner 010: himura reina🎭

[chingonaclaws]

"She called me a narco whore and slapped me, so I hit her -- what would you do?"

#** where ARE ALL MY TONYYYSS AT??????? #( & my edits. ) #( 🌹 isabela edits. ) #✗ la sangre en mis venas. ╱ ii. isabela. #✗ TONY. ╱ we suit up and then we follow the plan! #✗ verse: ( mcu 005. endgame. ) i’m f*cking wolverine. #✗ verse: ( mcu 002. ultron. ) i can do anything. #✗ verse: ( mcu 003. civil war. ) my choice mine. #✗ verse: ( mcu 004. homecoming. ) are you sure i deserve salvation? #✗ verse: ( mcu 001. avengers. ) i am not my enemy. #✗ 08. ╱ sobre laura.

[nickalphonsus]

@madibyrd Location: Madi’s house

It had been a little (just a little) while since Nick had been this way, or rather, it had been a long time – as far as she knew. Not that Nick had often trudged up towards her apiary or her house. They’d met away and distinctly separate to the farm all those times. With everything that had happened, the jungle being a chaotic little shit, that damn tree and, a cacophony of everything else it felt apt to check on her now. Just to make sure she was okay. Nick knocked on her door which was partway open already. 

“Hey!” He shouted, “you home Madi?” Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe he’d poorly timed this. Nick gritted his teeth, he hoped he hadn’t. “I just wanted to talk y’know, check that you’re okay.” They hadn’t exactly parted ways on the best of terms last time. It wasn’t so much an argument, but a catastrophic chasm between them. But with the truce now in place with Emre, it only seemed fair to try and bridge that gap with her. 

#madi (003) #* edited slightly to reorder and add a gif as a TREAT #stranded event (011)

[criticalfai1ure]

when cyrus falls again, he bangs his head on the deck allowing august a moment of clarity, stooping to retrieve his lost sword. his advance is cut off by some stupid bastard thinking himself a hero, intervening on holcroft’s behalf. august slices through him with little effort, but he is stopped again by another’s sword. a parry, a lunge, and his cutlass buries itself in the poor sailor’s gut, hungry for the blood it finds. captain! he hears her calling him from beyond the veil and his fury finds purchase in another of the dolphin’s crew, clanging and clashing against the defending steel, relentless in its endeavour to hurt anyone who dare stand in his way. who dared to have a part in this.

“august!” a hand grabs for his arm and august swings with wild abandon. the parry jars him but he swings again before the warmth that emanates from his opponent registers for what it is. for who she is.

“ingvi,” her name is a breath on the wind — a sharp contrast to the way he had wailed for her earlier, as he had been forced to watch the way her life was stolen. his sword is abandoned, clattering to the deck as horror overcomes him for what he’d nearly done. “ingvi,” he says again, pleading, “het spijt me, i’m sor-…” his gaze rises to the clouds as he blinks back the tears that sting, threatening to track down through the blood splattering his cheeks. he looks to her again, breath as heavy as his heart, and he moves to embrace her, hardly careful enough not to squeeze the miracle from her bones.

ingvild pats her captain, pulling from him enough that she can look into his eyes as she conveys, “your war is with holcroft, alone. it is not the fault of the crew for following their captain to a bitter, bloody end, as we all would for you – but these men do not deserve what you will do to them should you continue with this hatred in your heart.”

a hazel-eyed glare snaps to where cyrus lies, dazed. all of this, this bloodshed and hurt, this death that surrounds them, it is the fault of cyrus holcroft – but august knows, somewhere buried deep, that he could have ended this years ago if he had cared enough to take cyrus seriously. kees’ blood is on auggie’s hands too. a sigh almost stoops his shoulders, but he needs to be a captain, now. august uses a corner of his jacket to wipe at his face and calls out for the crew of de vlinder to subdue that of the dolphin. enough blood has been shed. “cyrus holcroft has lost. stand down or die with him. and know that it will be for nothing.”

ingvi takes his broken hand as he speaks to the men, gentle as she unwraps the binds of his hook. he hisses at the unexpected pain but allows her to continue with a nod. she is brimming with life and she shares it with him, mending the bones. it’s as if he blinks and the pain recedes altogether, though his hand retains some tenderness as he flexes it, taking the kaginawa back once he is confident in himself.

he stands beside ingvi, watching her as she looks to where cyrus lies. “you can kill him,” she says, and his eyes are drawn away from the golden mark on her forehead. “or we can tie him to the mast and scuttle the ship.”

his lips twitch, twist, but the heavy sorrow in his heart refuses to allow even a small smile that would normally find comfort on his facade. he doesn’t look behind him again, not yet. “i want him to suffer,” he says, voice low. as if speaking these words any louder might infect him with something incurably… wrong, “i need to see it in his eyes.”

ingvi offers him a sharp nod. “you take care of him. we’ll handle the rest.” she steps back, moving to oversee the efforts of rounding up the remains of the dolphin’s crew.

august watches her a moment longer, lingering on the way her hand rests atop the hilt of a weapon he’d never noticed before. ( he’s stalling and he knows it ). with a breath, he steels himself, shoulders back, he turns to make his way to the mast.

august kneels before the heap that makes up his brother-in-law. “are you happy, cyrus?” the fallen naval captain spits blood at the pirate’s feet in reply. a tut, “a decade and a half of your life wasted. for naught.” august pushes to his feet with a sneer that feels foreign to his facade. turning his back, he nods to fabian, wandering closer to where pax is overseeing the men lower kees. fabian and a rigger, muldoon, step forward to drag holcroft to his feet.

“you’ll hang for this, hoek,” the words ring out, acidic. barbed. cyrus holcroft was nothing if not ready to drive another dagger into august’s heart, even with his life standing in the balance such as it does in this moment.

a searing fire ignites in august’s eyes. one that had never before taken residence and, when he spins on his heel, fabian and muldoon avert their gaze with the intensity of it. long steps cross the deck until his lips are centimetres from cyrus’ ear, the dual pronged hook pressing against the other side of holcroft’s neck — a warning. “at least i’ll have earned it,” he hisses, venomous, “if only the same could be said of my sister’s love for a coward such as you.”

#001 ( ❖ ) ─── general ( august van de hoek ). #003 ( ❖ ) ─── writing ( august van de hoek ). #might edit this later for formatting and grammar but like !!!

[vicioushauntings]

SIMON MUHN && THE GLITZ BLITZ; EVENT 003

The plank of wood under Simon’s ass has left him wondering if the seats in the arena are just as uncomfortable. Did they at least get cushions, or were the onlookers subjected to the same hard seating? Maybe, Simon hopes, it means the event would not be as popular as the crown had hoped. Maybe they would call it off. Maybe he wouldn’t have to compete. Another name gets called. Another tribute begins their ascent back into sunlight. Hoots and hollers echo all the way below the stage, loud enough to belong to a full arena. Hope filters out of Simon’s chest. He’ll have to fight, no matter what. On his fingers, Simon keeps a tally of those who don’t come return to the darkness. Some who do are decorated in blood that does not belong to them. There are some with bruises, misshapen bones…and the ones who don’t return…he doubts they’re being treated in the medical tent for the next round. If they were going to die up there, the least the organizers could give him a comfortable chair. How could anyone expect him to die gloriously with a cramp in his back?

“Muhn Sung Min? Muhn Sung Min?”

The cramp in his back pops when he stands. Eyes from the other tributes must glare into the back of his neck - he feels his skin grow hot with their onlooking. “It’s Simon,” He corrects the gentleman tasked with leading them all up to the stage. “Just Simon.”

Each step towards the arena floor drags with wistful wishes that the stairs were cursed to never end. All his training in Beltran had been mental exercises. Even his work with Gilbert - Simon researched or planned. And when the duo ran into trouble, fleeing served as their escape route. But fighting? No. Certainly not. Never.

His eyes blink in the bright light - and it takes him time to properly observe the landscape in front of him. As he suspected, most of the stands are full. Part of his mind wants to ask if Han Jae or Garam or Lex or Min were amongst the faces. Unsure of what he prefers the answer to be, he brushes the thought to the side - staying alive holds more importance than if his partner, newfound children, or sister were about to watch his untimely demise. The curse he’d brought upon himself some decades prior had prevented him from staying dead - but there were some limits even he had been too cowardly to test. Death had never frightened the man who could not stay dead, who viewed ghosts as though they still walked among the living. Now that the next five minutes could leave Simon joining them…he misses the comfort that the worn wooden planks-for-benches had brought him down below.

Across the arena stands his opponent. Where he expects to find someone just as tall as him – if not taller, bulkier, and far more intimidating, stands a kid. Well, he’s not a child, but he had to be half’s Simon’s age at the very least. Even at this distance, Simon manages to spot a blush of red from acne, and a wispy beard protruding on his chin.

This couldn’t be what they found entertaining - a young kid against a man twice his size? None of Simon’s attention directs to the announcers; he hadn’t answered any of their questions, had no businesses to promote, had no desire to bring himself any further attention. Only once the younger man charges directly toward Simon does he wish he had listened to the announcer. Maybe some information about the man’s ability…why he was fighting…something anything oh goddess he kept getting closer while Simon remained frozen in place – he can’t hear his opponent pounding against the packed sand, the announcer, or the crowd cheering for one or both of their deaths.

Simon leaps to the side at the last possible second. Maybe if he just jumps outside of the circle, neither of them would have to fight; his entire participation could be null and void, and he could go back to his quiet life where the Glitz Blitz never even occurred.

His younger opponent, however, appeared to have other ideas. Just as Simon dodged, he began to make his way backward – apparently going for a second run at him. What would Min say? Observe his attacks, and keep an eye out for any weaknesses to take advantage of. Was this his power? Speed? Something to do with brute force? Whatever it was, he needed to get close - and Simon couldn’t allow that.

He takes a run at Simon again - this time with dust and sand flying in the air in his wake. Simon coughs but still manages to leap to the side. His opponent shouts from frustration. He’s fast, but not quite fast enough to run at Simon face-on. And yet, he’s still too fast for Simon to sit down and summon up a warrior ghost who could provide much-needed assistance and advice.

Perhaps this matchup was better than Simon had initially presumed.

This time when his opponent turns, Simon catches a better eye of his skin – which almost looks dull and ashy. Like a rock. Was his skin sharp and rough? Was his plan to, quite literally, pile drive Simon out of the arena before he had the chance to attack back?

All the fast movement has left Simon unbalanced on his feet. But as his opponent begins to put more space between them for a third attempt at brute-forcing him out of the arena, Simon mimics the movement - except he makes it a point to bring himself as close to the edge of the circle without stepping outside of it.

( Would the judges actually allow him to just step outside? He doesn’t know, nor does he want to risk it. Already shackled with debts, he can’t exactly afford the billion phil payout. )

Sand kicks into the air - now it stings his skin and blinds Simon’s eyes. He puts up his arm for protection, and to brace himself for the undoubtable pain that will come from being pushed outside of the arena. Is it his own breathing he can hear, or the younger man running at him? Simon’s stomach churns, and - just as before - he throws himself out of the way at the last second. Instinct, he blames it on, pure instinct of not wanting to be thrown down like a ragdoll.

A buzzer sounds when he looks up. The skin on his palms is red from grinding against the sand. He expects one of the workers to pull him back underground to dismiss him, but when they grab hold of his wrist, it’s to pull his arm up high. His face shows throughout the arena, with the word winner flashing just below it. He’d thrown himself to the side. His opponent hadn’t stopped fast enough and ran out of the circle.

“Check the bracket in Selphia Plaza to find out when your next fight is,” The worker tells him. But Simon hardly hears him, or the crowd. He’d managed to survive this bracket, yes, but he knew the next round would not leave him with just a dizzy head and a rash from the sand.

They lead him back under the arena, and only one thing feels certain in Simon’s mind - his lucky days on this earth had to be numbered.

#simon muhn; event 003 #// no proofreading no editing im tired of writing

[schwarzwaldcr]

Lore Canon 003

Midwinter Night is one of the biggest celebrations of the year throughout Schwarzwald.

Happening around the winter solstice, when the days are shortest and the nights are longest, Zoners and stalkers alike tend to come together to celebrate the turning of seasons and a new year going forward with each others’ company. The only time of the year that all active hamlets are seen from the lofts of the Crags, as bonfires, light strings, and lanterns are in vast quantity and light up the darkened canopy through the holes above them. Each hamlet celebrates it a little differently, of course, but the feeling of togetherness in the darkest times is universal. Whether it is with big feasts or flamboyant cultural expression or daring feats of equestrian prowess with trained Fracture Eaters, the feeling of having family and friends close makes the longest night seem shorter.

Central, of course, is the largest of the celebrations, held for nearly a week leading up to and the week after Midwinter Night. Featuring food and drink and culture from all around the Zone, it hosts the coming and settling of the Merchant’s Guild, leading into the holiday season of Merchant’s Mass. The climax of their celebrations include a local dancer’s corps accompanying a flock of brilliantly-lit musically-trained Ships in the harbor as part of their Dance of Lights, a very loud request to bring the day back against the night.

All celebrations lead into the new year with a different and more somber tone, however. While gift-giving to friends and family is not an intrinsic part of the Midwinter Night celebrations in the same way other winter holidays do outside the boundaries of their Zone and more toward personal preference, it is customary to give the best of goods as thanks to the Schwarzwald herself for continuing to keep them safe and secure, for providing for them throughout the year previous and asking the same for the coming year.

#Lore Canon #003 #Midwinter Night #i'll probably add more to this later as i figure out the full mechanics #but have a Christmas in Schwarzwald edition #this is where Wulf is right now; since Guides are kind of the reps of the Schwarzwald #she's -getting drunk- helping the celebrations in Central at the moment

[darkvrge]

But I'm more than that. More than a thing to be used.

#003. edit. ⸻ ‘ to be written in ink is to be immortal. ’ #it's not okay that he looks so fine while being so terribly sad #astarion ancunin #bg3 gif #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion

[thousandflame]

credit.

#003. ╱ aes. an incandescent glow‚ tarnished but so grand. #edit.

[hebled]

I  can’t  get  tumblr  to  stay  stable  tonight  so  I’ll  get  to  drafts  tomrrow  !!  sorry !! 

#it just errors out whenver i open a draft to edit #it's so fucking annoying #idk whether it's my connection or what #003. ʰᵉˡˡᵒ ; ⁿᵒⁿ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ~ out of character

[azgedaspy]

spacekru’s bedrooms on the ring.   images 1-3 are raven and emori’s room, 4-6 are bellamy and echo’s room, and 7-9 are monty and harper’s room. murphy had half a ship but no clear bedroom.

there are three or  four bedrooms  on the ship depending on whether or not murphy has one. after emori and murphy broke up, emori had to move in with raven because, presumably, there were not enough rooms for her to have a single (501). i'm going with four bedrooms; three people in one room would be a lot. 

one is on murphy’s side of the ship.  he originally shared it with emori.

all the bedrooms appear to have  one queen bed  so roommates likely share that bed.

the original roommates  were probably monty/harper and murphy/emori. i’m not sure about the bellamy/raven/echo set up because i don’t see them leaving her alone (since she is a threat to herself and others), but i also don’t see them wanting to live with her.

#000. edits ‚ okay to reblog ! #save. #003. speiskru ‚ our ghosts will flicker and we'll be alright. #002. space ‚ i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

[coopaers]

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 + 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒     ( 𝐓𝐕𝐃𝐔 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 )

VERVAIN BRACELET:     when she’s fifteen,     her parents gift her and her sister a simple but cute bracelet with their initials and a gold heart charm.     unbeknownst to both girls,     the charm is hollow and has vervain in it to keep them protected from vampires and their compulsion.

DAYLIGHT NECKLACE:     becoming a vampire was not in betty’s plans,     despite being in love with one.     however,     when klaus snaps her neck while she still has some of stefan’s blood in her system,     things change.     betty hides out for almost a week before managing to make it back to mystic falls,     where she finds bonnie and asks for help.     two days later,     betty has a brand new lapis lazuli necklace around her neck and is able to be outside during the day.

ENGAGEMENT RING + WEDDING BAND:      while becoming a vampire was not in her plans,     marrying stefan salvatore was.     even though betty is aware that marriage isn’t necessary when one lives forever,     part of her clings to the mundane desire to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle toward the man she loves.     her sister’s dead and she wants her mother to be able to see one of her kids get married.     that’s what prompts her to have the marriage conversation with stefan,     even though she blushes and giggles the entire time.     she’s only half surprised when he proposes less than six months later.     what surprises her,     though,     is the ring he picks out :     a gorgeous ring with an oval - shaped lazuli stone — he’d asked her mother to cast the daylight spell this time — in the center and tiny moissanite stones surrounding it.     when they get married,     she adds a marquise cut moissanite band that matches her ring perfectly.

#002. ⠀ ⠀ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 ⠀ 、 ⠀ headcanon . #003. ⠀ ⠀ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⠀ 、 ⠀ the vampire diaries . #001. ⠀ ⠀ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⠀ 、 ⠀ edits . #credit : e.tsy !!!