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(Feel free to blacklist my tortoise tag if you do not wish to see)
Bonus Niënor in her new favorite spot
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As a Canadian woman sure I was a lil offended at the Canada lyrics on Kendrick's disses bc wtf did we do to you sir HOWEVER I have lived in the shadows of the misogynistic asshole Drake (and The Weeknd, tbh, but that's another story) for so long. I hated him forever and his lyrics always made me uncomfortable but he was EVERYWHERE. Everyone blasts these guys' songs like they aren't talking ab treating women like objects the whole time. Bc no one cared. Sure male artists from around the world, especially America, do this, but this is a great first step. I don't want Drake associated with us anymore I don't want to hear his songs on our radio stations. I want Kendrick to win by such a margin that Toronto's property value goes down so that Canadians can actually afford to live there. Kendrick literally helped small Toronto businesses by mentioning a restaurant there in one of the tracks and so many people visited 😭😭😭😭 Maybe, deep down, he supports us LMAO and he's a real one for sticking up. Also he's always been my fav male rapper, he's so intelligent and wise
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It's definitely the post good thing mood drop I think, but feeling a little Sad about certain shit and feeling on the side lines idk. Just my failures at interpersonal connection Once Again maybe idk.
I know mostly it's probably bc antis and whatever but seeing githyanki and other Voss likers just blocking me everywhere and no-one else is really kinda getting to me lol. I know it's just like, whatever.
Don't care about a block and that's true !!! But in such a small fandom corner where Voss is my biggest obsession and still growing, and I want to connect with others through my art and writing so bad, I want people to see it to read it to love it, and there's so few of us it just gets to me.
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hey *stares at you stares at you stares at you
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oh my god. omg. okay. new favourite genre. writing drunk omens, but like, drunk narration. still third person, still coherent, but. drunk omens. way too much fun.
ch6 spoilers! but also absolutely no coherent thoughts going on in this drunk head of his
altho that last one is, to be fair, an incredibly sober crowley thought
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ha haha, disabled writeblrs, where are you?
could really use some cheering up. shamelessly putting this in the tags ... I’m desperate. I’ve been losing much of the use of my hands because of severe arthritis over the past couple years. Having a speech-to-text software means I can write, but it’ll just take 10,000 years.
does anyone have advice? accessibility gadget recommendations or anything or even words of support ...?
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"How did you get so good at cooking?"
"I pretended I was a witch."
"..."
"Want to try?"
"Pretending I'm a witch?"
"I mean, the food. But I do recommend the witchiness. It makes the bubble bubble boil and trouble so much more satisfying."
"I don't think that's how the line goes."
"I'm sorry - who is the kitchen genius here?"
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The wizard is dead - Teaser
Teaser as promised!
Pairing: Rolan x f!Tav
Summary: You didn’t expect to end the party celebrating Ketheric's final death at the Last Light Inn making out with a certain wizard. And least of all you certainly weren't expecting to meet him again in Baldur's Gate...
Tags: Enemies to lovers speedrun, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, protective! Tav.
Warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, canon violence and death (Larrasomething dies, no surprises here. His death is canon to me lmao).
“I wanted to be the first to congratulate you, darling.”
Astarion wasn’t making any effort to conceal the enjoyment in his voice, and a bad feeling rose in you, wondering what could amuse him so early in the morning. Thankfully, he kept talking without needing to ask him to.
“So congratulations for shagging the wizard last night! It was the most entertaining spectacle of the party, no doubt.”
“Gale…?” You asked, filled with confusion. You enjoyed his company but neither of you ever showed interest of the romantic… or sexual… sort in the other.
“Ugh”, sighed Astarion, like it was the dumbest thing he’s ever heard in two hundred years, “no, not Gale.” The name sounded like an insult. You could hear the spawn roll his eyes.
“The stuck-up tiefling! The wannabe apprentice! What was his name again…?”
All torpor is abruptly ejected from your body with the power of a cannonball. You sit up brutally, wound up like a bowstring.
“Rolan!?” The name erupted from your mouth way louder than you intended. Luckily, Astarion didn’t pay attention as he slammed his fist against his palm in satisfaction.
“Yes! That haughty little… Anyway! You two gave the Inn one hell of a show, making out in front of everybody. I have to thank you for that, really, it was getting sooo boring.”
He was looking at you with the content smile of a cat who caught the mouse. You stared back with incredulity, dumbfounded.
“You’re lying.”
“Why, darling, I would never”, he retorted smugly, putting a hand on his chest with pretended affliction, like he was wounded by your accusation.
You wanted to stand your ground and believe that he was lying, but something in his smugness, more assured than when he was deceiving people, told you that he wasn’t.
“The whole Inn saw you, so you could ask anyone for confirmation, really. They all cheered by the way. Obviously his siblings were the loudest of the bunch…”
You covered your ears in denial. Never again you would drink that much.
“Shut up”, you pleaded with Astarion. “I don’t want to hear anything more.”
He chuckled with derision.
“Me shutting up won’t change reality, dear.”
Astarion when you kissed Rolan at the party :
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