If you know about what happened to Robin do you think you could slide over to Sunday and stop him from breaking down because he doesn't seem to be handling it well
Robin?
*Aventurine looks quite puzzled, eyes widening for a moment.*
No, I haven't... did something go wrong?
...I'll go just in case, wouldn't want such a pretty man to have a frown on his face~
i really enjoy the understated trend in The Owl House that almost everytime we get a character's flashback to something we saw in a previous episode, the lines are slightly off
it always irks me when in media everyone seems to have photographic memory and latches onto the specific phrasing of whatever was said. TOH sometimes has flashbacks quote the original scene directly, but other times it has them be Just Close Enough that if you yourself probably wouldn't spot the difference unless you were paying close attention; they get the gist of it and maybe some specific turns of phrase that stuck with them, but not necessarily the exact literal wording
i especially like how understated it is. often when showing How The Character Remembers Something as different from how it actually happened, stories have the flashback go very overboard in framing things in ways that are blatantly colored by the character's perception, and while that is in itself usually a fascinating glimpse into how they percieve the world, i really like how realistically Just Subtly Different recollections are in The Owl House
i hope the person that catfishes mac is a long lost cousin of dennis called country dennis whos trying to get revenge because he blames city mac for the untimely demise of the love of his life country mac. i think they should meet and their confrontation turns into passionate hatesex turns into the tender beginnings of a new love before country dennis rides his motorcycle away to get some space and dies because city dennis cut the brakes and he wasnt wearing a helmet either and gets flushed down the toilet too to reunite with his lost lover as pipe residue
@wizofwaterdeep || send a 👄 for a 💋 gale resent because 4 was much too prude for this nasty wizard
Astarion tempted kisses with the same audacity he bent fate, and the wizard’s breaths were a lively thing in tow. Generous with how they loosened a string of pleasant sounds after every drag of an inhale, spilling exhales right into the vampire’s mouth the same way his blood would.
Heavy on the tongue. So rich and full of life.
“You-” The pale elf’s words fragmented into a slicing hiss, shaping his mouth around an age-old stanza and the promise of a kiss.
Unspoken.
...of whispered secrets
and warmest fire,
have given me solace
in the hearth of your desire.
Because worshipping Gale through lyrical verses in his own head was the closest to religion Astarion has gotten ever since the gods had forsaken him and all of his deathless worth. An everlasting presence, half-angel half-hell.
And hell was all around him.
“...you look lovely when you’re all drained like that.” Astarion finished instead. His smile liquid malice and wasted on the wizard’s choppy exhales. Gale’s attention was all but in shambles while the air ruptured from his throat with every practised roll of the vampire’s wrist around him. Rustling fabric and slick sounds. Strokes made fluid by clove oil. “So fresh out of breath. So...” Beautiful. And a step closer to his death.
Astarion leaned in to pull at Gale’s lower lip, grazing fangs over flesh with every intent to tear before settling with a kiss.
First for taste, then for pleasure.
After that, it was easy to fall back into old habits. All flavour and sin. Their mouths as one and their tongues entwined- baptised by Gale’s blood and consecrated by his moans.
My idea for the logo horns on a very neutral bust (now fixed to not look like vriska serket). This was very hastily drawn on a notecard, so my apologies. Let me know what you think.
Oh and feel free to submit your own horn designs if you feel so inclined.
i wanna grip and kiss a girl's thighs. grip and kiss her belly. her arms, neck and cheeks. i wanna kiss her lips and pull her hair and wrap my arms around her middle but life's not fair. i'm all alone this dark, cold night and all i wanna do is hold her tight