It's Always So Funny To Me When Arthur/uther Says Something Like "i Don't Believe This, It's Just A Silly

it's always so funny to me when arthur/uther says something like "i don't believe this, it's just a silly tale" when merlin/gaius warns them about some legend because like. my guy. YOU LIVE IN A LAND OF MYTH AND A TIME OF MAGIC.

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8 months ago

It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]

Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.

Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.

Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.

Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.

[Summer of 1971, Kentucky- Natasha Jones. Stanley met her at a small farmers market located in a somehow even smaller backwater town. His fingers were itching for something to distract themselves with from the dull inactivity of the town, and he found his eyes drawn to Natasha lounging behind her fruit stand just across from him. Her body language was languid and loose, like a cat. She hadn't appreciated it when she caught him staring, but was apologetic when she realized she gave Stanley a black eye not for being a pervert, but for simply drawing her. She and him still keeps in contact to this day.]

[1972- Carla McCorkle. Stanley crossed paths with her completely out of the blue at the Juke Joint. During a brief pause in their dancing escapade, Stanley managed to roughly capture Carla's dancing in his sketchbook. He was enraptured by her boundless energy, and wanted to challenge himself to try and imitate her lively movements and poses on paper.]

(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])

[1973- Jack Andersen. Jack was a travelling business man who was staying in room #26 at the same motel Stanley was temporarily residing. Stan doesn't remember what it had been about Jack that intrigued him so much at the time. It might have been his voice, or his height, or his face. In any case, Jack noticed him hunched over the counter and scribbling a portrait of him onto a scrap piece of cardboard from across the lobby. He offered to meet up later to give Stanley a better view of what he was drawing. Stan still has his phone number.]

[1973- Maddison. She was the waitress attending to Stanley at the diner he had taken a pit-stop at to evade the pouring autumn rain. She had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and she seemed delighted when he showed her the small portrait he had done of her in cheap blue ink on the receipt.]

[1974- Jimmy Snakes. For such a laid-back man, Stanley never seemed to be able to catch him staying still long enough to draw him. He didn't get the chance to draw him a whole lot.]

[Winter of 1974- Sarah Campbell. Stanley met her out on the streets begging for money with an empty coffee cup. It was cold enough to see your breath fog, and she looked far too young to be homeless already, but she had one of the sunniest smiles that Stan had ever seen on another person. He was dragged into keeping her company when she noticed his sketchbook in his pocket and practically demanded that he draw her. He indulged her, and let her hijack the sketchbook to doodle her own drawings onto the page. She left to beg in a different area after about an hour, and Stan never saw her again. He still thinks about her sometimes. She reminds him so much of Mabel.]

[June 1975- Morrison. They met at a seedy bar in a random town that Stan doesn't care to remember the name of. In the afterglow of their one night stand, Morrison asked for Stanley to draw him after learning of the latter's hobby. He remembers Morrison walking out on him with a huff when he saw that Stanley never once drew his face.]

[1976, Colombia- Ana María. She was one of the muscles involved in a cartel mission that Stanley was participating in. His boss didn't notice him sitting in the corner with his sketchbook balanced on his knees during the meeting, and Ana María certainly didn't seem to care, although she definitely noticed him.]

[1980, Colombia- Stanley only barely managed to hide his sketchbook from the guards during the initial body search, and he never dared to pull it out in front of his inmates, lest they damage it. Besides, pencils that weren't being used as a stabbing weapon was a rarity in prison, and paper was bound to get ruined with blood at some point or another]

[Summer of 2012- Mabel and Dipper Pines. Stan remembered the day he first met the twins; not in Gravity Falls, but at Piedmont, California, almost a decade ago. They had been so small at the time, and Stan had been having such a hard time stifling his tears that he was barely able to hold his pencil properly to draw the slumbering pair, cocooned in their tiny blankets. The extra sixth finger on his gloves hadn't helped with his shakiness, but he was desperate to busy his hands so Shermie didn't notice him crying. He did anyways, and Shermie himself had looked like he was about to burst out laughing at the sight of Stan, the traitor.]

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

4 years ago

Dragonborns are just really big soul gems

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

Miraak cultist: Have you heard the words of our lord and saviour Miraak the True Dragonborn?

Local Farmer: Don't suppose I have. What's he say then?

Miraak cultist: No idea. None of us speak dragon or ancient Atmoran. But he seems very passionate about it.

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

I truly love and adore all the artwork depicting Terzo or any other Papa with a glowing eye.

But I do have to confess that everytime my immediate first thought, without fail, will be about Sans Undertale.

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

3 years ago

You’re laughing. This is my second form and the latin choir has started singing, and you’re laughing.

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

3 years ago

So, did Jared ever learn how to read or is he still 19?

Dragonborn Headcannons

Just some headcannons about dragonborn, the LDB, and Miraak :p (some might actually be cannon)

- Dragons can absorb a dragonborns soul

- No matter who they might’ve sold their soul to Akatosh gets the final say in where a dragonborn ends up if their soul wasn’t absorbed. While he doesn’t have an afterlife of his own to send them to, he decides where they end up. He’ll reward good/heroic dragonborn with Sovengard, and punish bad/villain dragonborn with either the void if they didn’t sell their soul, or letting the Daedra fight over them

- When two dragonborn come into physical contact with one another, they become a mated pair, unless one has someone they identify as a mate or is mated to a different dragonborn. Seeing as it’s rare to have more then one dragonborn on nirn at a time, almost no one knows about it except for Paarthurnax and maybe a few other dragons

- Dragonborn can’t die from natural causes. While they can still starve and die of thirst, things like old age, sickness, strokes, heart attacks, etc. can’t kill them, and they can only die if someone or something else kills them. This is also my headcannon for how Miraak lived for thousands of years. While others may say it was because he was preserved in apocrypha I believe it’s due to this. Though apocrypha did stop his physical body from ageing, and allowed him to go completely with out food, water, and sleep

- Those with dragon blood, like the septim emperors, and those with a dragon soul, like Miraak, are two different things. There can be a mix of the two, like Tiber septim, but people with dragon blood are different from dragonborn. Examples are: Those with dragon blood can’t absorb a dragons soul. They would learn Dovah Zul as fast as any regular person, unlike dragonborn who can learn it almost immediately. Those with dragon blood can still die of natural causes. Dragonborn can’t wear the amulet of kings and light the dragon fires that protect Tamriel from the Daedra. Again there are some cases where the two mix, such as Tiber septim

- All dragonborn have a rebellious streak

- All dragonborn have a hunger for knowledge and power

- All dragonborn are competitive

- All dragonborn are prideful to an extent

- All dragonborn crave to dominate others

- Dragonborn can communicate really well with out having to say much because of their sil being very similar

- The LDB is the descendent/grandchild of the Hero of Kavatch.

- Dragonborn can resist shouts to an extent

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

everyone avert your eyes [expresses a standard human emotion] [illogically experiences shame even with only myself as witness]

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

3 years ago

Sugar Plum Queenie: I HAD THE BEST IDEA AT WORK TODAY: THE MERLIN CHARACTERS AT DISNEY LAND. IMAGINE THE CHAOS: LITTLE GIRLS HOUNDING MERLIN BECAUSE HE IS TOO PRETTY NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR A DISNEY PRINCE; ARTHUR STRUGGLING TO LIFT THE SWORD IN THE STONE IN FANTASY LAND AND ALMOST GETTING KICKED OUT BY SECURITY; THE KNIGHTS GOING WILD ON THE SPINNING TEA CUP RIDE; MORGANA AND GWEN BEING MISTAKEN FOR THE EVIL QUEEN AND PRINCESS TIANA AND AWKWARDLY STANDING FOR PHOTOS WHEN THEY JUST WANT CHURROS

the poor, overworked employees, looking on in silent, wide-eyed horror at the party of armored men screaming their hearts out on the teacup ride, at this man and the two ladies who are most definitely not a face character yet very reluctantly posing for photographs with a few dozen little girls, at the asshole literally trying to pry the goddamn sword out of the goddamn stone: