#not related to the plot

[alltears]

the intrepid heroes reached new levels of Accurate Teenage Friendship tonight

#my post #fantasy high #fhjy #junior year #fantasy high junior year #spoilers #sorta #not plot related #gorgug thistlespring #adaine abernant #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #fig faeth #fabian not in the bit because he has the notifs muted rip #meme #text #funny #the bad kids #dimension 20 #d20 #dropout #brennan lee mulligan #siobhan thompson #brian murphy #emily axford #intrepid heroes #zac oyama #ally beardsley #lou wilson

[gunpowdercarousel]

Honestly MAJOR missed opportunity for Karlach to have some kind of permanent 'buff' that deals minor fire damage to anyone who touches her in melee. Like obviously it'd be strong for fighting beasts, because every time they hit her with claws/fangs they take damage, but just from a STORY-TELLING ASPECT?

How heartbreaking would it be when you're trying to cast Cure Wounds on her? In order to heal her, you have to hurt yourself and she KNOWS IT. You go to cast Longstrider on the party and you hesitate as you reach Karlach. Yeah, it's only a few points of damage, it's not that big a deal, but does she REALLY need it? Is it worth it?

You linger, hesitate. You realize you don't want to touch her. You realize that's what EVERYONE thinks when they see her. You realize she KNOWS You're hesitating, staring at her sheepishly as you try to think of whether or not it's worth the pain just to help her.

You learn to support her from a distance. Healing Word. It's not as effective, but you don't need to get hurt for her sake. And so she learns to get used to receiving help from a distance. Just words of encouragement. It's all anyone wants to give her. Maybe it's all she'll ever get.

Aid? Bardic Inspiration? You don't need to touch her to give it to her. You can keep her at a distance and not get burned. And you're still helping her.

It's just... cold.

#this started out with me annoyed at larian for not reflecting story-related plot elements in any kind of mechanical way #like it would be so easy and so impactful but noooo #leave it to the freaking MODDERS i guess #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 memes #shadowheart #karlach #karlach my beloved #karlach bg3

[booasaur]

Vigil - 2x02

#vigiledit #bbc vigil #amy silva #kirsten longacre #suranne jones #rose leslie #vigil spoilers #vigil 2x02 #amy x kirsten #femslash related stuff #dawwww #and lol #the pregnancy being written in as it was really worked out actually lol #their relationship was always going to be the backdrop to the action plot of the season #so with the timeskip the baby just adds this immediate depth and richness to what went on in during it #and how wholeheartedly amy did apparently commit after season 1 #and poppy is not just amy's daughter now but kirsten's too #as for the plot of the season.....I see now why they feel like they're burning off what could have been a flagship show #the parallels were hard to watch! #funny how they fully meant this made up country to be a commentary on saudi #but turns out the west is propping up TWO genocidal middle eastern regimes' military objectives

[sisaloofafump]

Fun fun fun! AHHHHHH

#this was meant to be a completely non-plot related draw8ng but oh my #that’s why his expression is so relaxed though instead of screaming in pain lol #but oh my #I’m posting this on the last one #hope it works #critical role #ashton greymoore #my art #cr spoilers

[raetttriestowrite]

Me, an author, side eyeing my WIP: you're not going to do anything weird, are you? We've discussed this. There's a plan. We're going to stick to the plan, aren't we?

The WIP: *presents subplot, presents additional conflicts, presents character development, laughs in my fucking face*

#raetttriestowrite #fanfiction #writer problems #raett rants about writing #look honestly it's not that bad but it's relatable #so feel free to reblog #just. Bless This Mess is a disaster of a series and there are way the fuck too many things going on #and i'm staring at the word count of the next part #and am really hoping that isn't an indicator of how long this is gonna be #but don't hold your breath #i am very very slow. and i'm not that far through the plot. and it's uh. 3.5k #so. this may take a while. hopefully not six months but we'll see #considering i'm fully expecting to be laughed at by my plan as per the post

[socksandbuttons]

The Earth and Killcode comic! That took a while and that wasn't even colored. But to those who just tuned in, it relates to this post here talking about how Earth's memory and programmed forgetfulness about Creator could've had Killcode in it. I mean, he was literally made by the same guy to KILL. An absolute contradiction to what she is programmed to know of her Creator. As much as she'd excuse it... he himself has opinions.

Anyway the comics exporation of when she got her new body and *upgraded forgetfulness*. Would it erase KC from her very vision?? Her own memory?

Also more dialogue I didn't wanna draw but made sure to write down.

the fact i ended up drawing 3 extra panels anyway vdbjkdf

#sun and moon show #tsams fanart #sams killcode #sams earth #sams sun #sams moon #tsams #myart #lunar and earth show #I MEAN... IT RELATES TO THE PLOT FOR SURE

[loxare]

On their wedding day, he put his hand to her cheek and called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

He could have been correct, from an objective standpoint. Truly, she was one of the beauties in town. Her curls always in perfect order, her smile plump and joyous, her figure comely, even hidden modestly beneath clothing. From an objective standpoint, he was wrong, as nothing about beauty is objective, but none in the town would have disagreed with his assessment.

They spent several years together, in loving bliss. They built their house together, they planted their garden together, they grew together.

And then came the day that a hole in reality opened beneath him. Without thought, she jumped in after, a bare half second after he vanished.

When she opened her eyes, she was somewhere else. The stars were different, and wrong. There was the wrong number of moons, and the sun was the wrong colour. But the worst, most egregious wrong was that he was not there next to her. This, she could not abide.

She had nothing to her name besides her labour, but that she had in abundance. She travelled, from town to town, trading hours of work for food and board. She taught herself to draw, and she drew her love. Over and over, she drew him. In the dirt, on walls, on her own clothes. Asking, always asking, if any had seen him. Eventually she acquired paper and ink, and drew her husband again. Her inquiries became easier, more frequent, although the answers never changed. For none had seen her love.

She learned many things as she travelled. She learned how to fix a carriage wheel. How to tend to livestock and how to weed a garden far larger than the one she had known. She learned to shape a bowl from clay and to chop timber and to carve wood. She learned to fight off brigands who would take from her her sparse money, her life, or worse.

She learned other things, about this place she was in. It was a place where many came, and few left. A nexus one called it. A refuse heap, another said. But the method of arrival was always the same. One moment in the familiar, the next falling into the strange. But the people were the same, for all that they were often of alien appearance. Some looked down upon her dirt covered hems and worn boots. Some ignored her. Most were willing to at least listen to her question, to look at her picture, so carefully drawn. To keep an eye out, and pass on a message should they find him.

Time passed, and passed, and passed. The world she came from did not have things such as magical crystals or soul mates or wizards, or if it did they had none of the power that those here did. Regardless, one town she stayed in recommended she find the local witch, for they specialized in red strings of fate.

And so she did. The witch gave her a bowl of stew and a comfortable chair, and then listened when she spoke, and looked carefully at the drawing. It was a different one. She had drawn many, over the years, as the old ones wore out, and as her skill increased. And the witch said that they did not know if he was indeed her soul mate, but if he was, then the red string of fate that they revealed would lead her right to him. She need only follow it.

It was not an easy ask. The witch wanted a blanket woven by her own hands in payment. And so she stayed in the town, longer than she had stayed anywhere. She traded her labour and her art for thick wool, and weaving lessons. It was near winter before she had a result she was pleased with, carefully folded in her arms to be presented to the witch. The blanket was unfolded immediately upon delivery, shaken out to its fullest extent. The blanket was scrutinized, for quality of the weave or for something else that she could not fathom. Finally, the witch nodded their head. They turned back to their cottage, moving to close the door. She protested, concerned about her end of the bargain, but needn’t have worried. For around her finger was tied a red string which hadn’t been there before. The end led off, through the woods.

And so she followed it. She followed it through fallen leaves. She followed it across rivers. She followed it through snowbanks and through melt waters and through hot summer sun. Finally, she followed it into a clearing on a mountain. And fell to her knees in despair. For in this clearing was nothing but moss, and the end of the string, fading into nothing.

She did not have long to weep however, as a hole in reality opened above her, and down he fell. Without thought, she moved to catch him.

He was just as he had been on the day she had left him. And as he opened his eyes, she suddenly felt ashamed. For he was here, perfect and whole and young. But it had been years and years for her. Her hair was frizzy and knotted. Her lips were thin, her hands were rough, and her figure both hard and flabby at once.

But he opened his eyes, and he called her name, and she nodded. And he smiled at her, and called her the most beautiful woman in the world.

On a truly objective standpoint, he was incorrect. Both because beauty was not within the realm of objectivity, but also because there were many women who could be called more beautiful, subjectively.

But she also knew that he was speaking nothing but the honest truth. For he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her. He loved her hair, frizzy as it was. He loved combing it free of knots, and helping her braid it in the mornings, and loved tucking flowers into it, to surprise her when she looked in the mirror. He loved her smile, and loved seeing it, and loved being the cause of it. He loved it when she spoke to him, when she told him of the things she had done, and what she had learned. He loved her art, even as he blushed darkly at being her only subject. She taught him what she knew, and delighted when he found particular pleasure in pottery. They travelled, to find a home that suited both of them. The first time she defended him from brigands had been a terrifying and yet exhilarating experience for them both.

And they built a house. With a room full of paper and clay. And a garden, and a loom. And always, forever, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

#Loxie's fics #story time #hmmmm thoughts #this might be a folk tale in the book I'm writing #It's like. *related* to a main character's plot arc #but not entirely #but it might also just exist here and in my thoughts #long post #I suppose

[ladystoneboobs]

no, but the way, cersei brushes sansa's hair with her fingers after telling her ilyn payne will kill her if stannis wins his battle, so they can all die together. this intimate, almost maternal gesture following a death threat. and then later a similar gesture is used with her actual child, when intimidating the king himself, her youngest, after threatening to have his whipping boy brought in to be beaten before them. just as she scared sansa, she scares tommen, also thought to be meek as sansa was. cersei only knows how to rule through fear but in these certain cases, she can sometimes mix in acts of tenderness too for a particularly unsettling combination.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #asoiaf #cersei lannister #sansa stark #tommen baratheon #like with sansa she wants her as a daughter-in-law bc she seems unthreatening #but she also somewhat relates to sansa saying she'll survive humiliation as cersei did bc she's stronger than she looks #and w tommen his perceived weakness frustrates her as unlionlike esp as she idealizes joff after his death #but it also makes her even more protective of him to justify all her schemes and plots against her enemies #tommen himself wants no harm to come to his wife and in-laws and sansa no longer wanted any part in cersei's schemes either #(c)lsb #happy murderous meowmeow monday!

[beulf]

i realized last night that Pentiment is literally a video game adaptation of Andrei Rublev (1966)

so... if you liked the game, i really really really urge you to check out this 3 hour long soviet movie about orthodox monks in medieval russia

edit: it's actually true and as andrei rublev fan #1 i cannot believe i didn't pick up on it sooner

#ok i know the ending w the mural was like a homage #but then i started telling my partner abt other aspects of the plot #and they were like this is literally andrei rublev #young optimistic artist becoming older and more jaded bc of tragedies and deaths relating to monks #and being renewed by the beauty of art and young peoples hearts and sincerity #he's literally named Andreas and the way he looks in act 3 he. literally looks like andrei rublev #pentiment #pentiment spoilers #kind of #i'm dead serious abt this btw #andrei rublev #textpost #mine

[hakusins]

cw // cursing, foul language, ooc?

doing whatever it takes to survive ~

whitney x eri (my pc) for @digenerate-trash's apocalypse/forgotten AU. thank you for making such a fun AU idea !!! so the story is that eri is pregnant with kids and originally was from robin's faction, though there had been incidents that occurred to some other pregnant members of robin's faction and she decided it's not safe there anymore and needed to move to whitney's faction.

small note: i made the first two panels when the AU was still just a suggestion HBJERFBHJERF so there's a lot of inconsistencies, such as them being outside when thats supposed to be dangerous 🥹! just pretend they're in a room safe and away from windows.

#LORD I CANT WITH THE DIALOGUE #I WAS SO EMBATRRASED PLS #I HAD TO ASK A MOOT TO PLS PROOFREAD LIKE do you think whitney would say this shit #BHJERFHEBJRFHJERF #bUT YEAH #i wanted to try making more plot-related stuff hehehe... #and also i missed making comics 🥺🥺🥺 #also imm so sorry for my handwriting HBRBHEFJHBERF #i was just SO EXCITED TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD #so basically eri is pregnant with !!! kids !! #eri the orphan #dol pc #dol #dol related #degrees of lewdity #forgotten au / apocalypse au #digenerate-trash #fan art #art #mine #my fan art #my art #whitney the bully #whitney x pc #dol whitney #comic

[larkandkatydid]

Fascinated by the theory that at least part of Christoper Nolan’s dead-wife deal is that he’s such a devoted husband and father that when trying to think what would make a guy sad, that’s all he’s got. It charms!

#related is that the Oppenheimer plot line falls kind of flat #because Nolan can’t conceive of cheating on his wife

[hoegender]

in light of the kaishin cousins reveal, i have a theory you guys might not like

#um #so... #what are the odds that saguru's british mom is elena's and mary's third sister #ngl even if it were true i don't think gosho would care for it enough to reveal it #i mean...saguru's not that plot important in detco #nor shiho in magikai #but the idea of saguru being related to shuichi akai is SENDING me #dcmk #thiha thinks thoughts

[bucketkizuu]

idk what I waz doing with this but whatever

#omori #sry itz just basil not anything plot related

[piosplayhouse]

Wwx is the only mxtx main protagonist who would not be a my little pony fan. But he does own a 20% cooler shirt

#Xie lian is an elder pegasister because he just likes shows about love and kindness #hes been in the collectors fandom for forever and runs an angelfire blog that barely works #whereas shen yuan is in the exact opposite camp as a brony who got into it via 4chan #he does serious lore analysis on the series in his free time and is constantly complaining about plot holes / poor #world building but he loves the brony pandering episodes #wwx doesnt fall into any of those camps so hes kind of just normie i fear. but Jiang cheng is a brony #so he bought the 20% cooler shirt to bond/make fun of him #i think he does like rainbow dash tho #oh favorite ponies #xie lians is fluttershy of course. sys is nightmare moon as we've established #but out of the main six his favorite/least favorite is twilight who he feels unfortunately drawn to bc he relates #to her. but he wont admit it. wwx only knows rainbow dashs name cause he sees her in memes #jiang cheng likes rarity. of course

[watzuu-lmk]

"Wukong!!"

"Xiaotian!!"

Au where mk and swk are twins part three hits you on ur knee

#art-zu #lego monkie kid #twin stones au #I break down inside everytime I draw anything twin stones related #Once more. Just mindless doodles #Not really plot related. dunno when I'll get into it #But have these i guess #lmk sun wukong #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk macaque

[blahblahblahviolentpain]

I love it when Yuffie talks about her past or reference it in Rebirth. She's this happy go girl and then, bam, she's a war survivor. I really want them to explore more on how the war affected her

#yuffie kisaragi #cw blood #cw war #ff7 rebirth #ff7r #ff7 #final fantasy 7 #ff7 rebirth spoilers #very very minor spoiler and it doesn't relate to the plot