and bonus: Winterhold comedy club c': (Ravi of course of @jiubilant fame!!)

oozey mess
AnasAbdin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes
we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
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todays bird
noise dept.
Cosmic Funnies

blake kathryn
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Andulka
Three Goblin Art
Jules of Nature

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@cemchelarna
and bonus: Winterhold comedy club c': (Ravi of course of @jiubilant fame!!)
silly hortator.
If Miraak sits somewhere long enough the birds start perching on him.
average day in mournhold
Every year the tribunal makes a pilgrimage to red mountain to draw power from the heart of lorkhan to re-empower themselves with the blood of the Missing god
Thara Celehar sits at a table for two in an Amalo tea house. He sips from his tea cup thoughtfuly
Thara's internal narration: 'wish I knew how Iäna Pel-Thenhior felt about me. It is hard to tell if he just wants to be friends, or... something more.'
Iäna Pel-Thenhior sits across from Thara, he rests his face in his cuped hands and gazes at Thara. Iäna blinks slowly and deliberately: he has "Love - you" written on his eyelids in eye-liner.
Thara mumbling: 'so hard to tell'
Ive been reading Grief of Stones to my girlfriend out loud and she stopped what she was doing to bust out this banger. babys first thara fanart courtesy of @smoky-arcade
i do so wish to give the hollow knight and every one of their several thousand siblings a big ol' hug sometimes
C A T C H
status: pondering the inherent sluttiness of a man dressed up head to toe not showing an inch of skin
the thing is that i do wholeheartedly believe hannibal would be a good husband. not a good person at all but you dont need to be a good person to be a good husband
please please please elaborate
this got way too long so i made a List Of Reasons Why He Would Be A Good Husband
has a lot of money. self explanatory. like you should marry for love and all that but my man is almost european royalty like be serious
knows how to cook. as long as youre not vegetarian youre great
will do his parts of the chores. i mean look at how spotless his house is. and you think this control freak hires someone to clean for him? nu-uh
good at communication. he's a psychiatrist, its his job to yap yap yap. and he's very understanding for it. he wants to understand you on a deep level (how literally? well)
hot. look at the man idk
great social skills. youre awkward around people? dont worry he'll be glad to do all the work
values your comfort above all. you got an annoying coworker? dont worry, they wont be seen again
amazing time management skills. how does he get so much done? no one knows, but he will always have time for you
takes interest in your hobbies. his reasons are to why may be dubious but oh well
no comment on his paternal instincts. who wants children in this economy anyway?
Last month I was prompted to draw a Dorian Gray AU where Will is the lovely Dorian and Hannibal is the hedonistic Lord Henry - a match made in hell 🖤
Silly little drawings
Wasn't using my normal stuff so the style looks a bit different
AND. if I may be so bold. 46 for Ayo <3
46. shimmer
"You are an exception to our order's every stricture, Dragonborn," says Arngeir in farewell, handing her his own stout walking-stick. "Your power, your Voice, is a gift from the gods. So long as you use it in service to their purposes, you cannot stray from the Way."
His pupil of two months shoulders her traveling-pack. She's young, Arngeir thinks, watching her straighten beneath its weight: not so young as his last student, who had come to him in childhood with three wolfskins on his back, but new. Untried. She looks at him with a strange, belligerent eagerness, her face a sun half-eclipsed.
"How should I know," she says, her smile like the shimmer on the snow, "how the gods wish me to use my Voice?"
"For tutelage in the Way, you climbed this mountain." Arngeir does not smile back. "For the answer to that question, you must climb down again."
The Dragonborn, accustomed to such answers, makes a rueful face. She kneels to him in the way of her far folk, her knees crunching in the snow—then springs up to kiss his cheek, heedless of her burdens, in a way that is only her own.
"I'll return with Jurgen's horn," she promises, then grins. "And more parsnips for Borri's stew."
Breath and focus, Arngeir reminds himself, and does not grimace. "No more parsnips."
"Ripe cloudberries!"
The insufferable Clavicus Vile and the exasperated Barbas.
Digital painting. Made in Krita. 2024
Earlier version. Made in 2022.
tell me about sanguine !