False King

Já se spolubydlící: *stojíme u stánku s letáčky na místní "evangelizační kampaň"*

Týpek: *začne si s náma povídat*

Týpek: A vy jste věřící? Patříte k nějaké církvi?

Já: Ne, my jsme studenti grafického designu.

Spolubydlící: Máte tady na letáčku špatně formátované Š.

this may be because i’m aroace but i get a bit bored by ships that have a stable, explicitly canon and romantic relationship that involves a stereotypical view of dating and love. i need them to be inextricably linked, metaphysically entangled, two sides of the same coin, foils who bring out the best and worst in each other, so deranged and obsessive that they actively harm others around them. equals with opposing goals that may or may not ever align and a connection that transcends physicality and simple definition. it’s especially fascinating when they blur the lines between devotion and resentment, or just flat out combine them. when they each define themselves by the other’s absence, when there’s some sort of unforgivable rift or a past betrayal or a conflict where they are both at fault, when they detest each other so much they can’t be content together and can’t be content apart, when they’re each the only ones that truly see and understand each other despite the animosity between them. when they both find an equal in each other but instead of joining each other and building a stable relationship or alliance they spiral into some sort of unsettlingly intimate mutually assured destruction. when a character who considers themselves monstrous grows obsessed with and devoted to the monstrosity they helped cultivate and bring out in or can see in another. when there’s religious devotion and imagery, or cannibalism and consumption of flesh, mind melding, body sharing, symbiosis, some sort of mental link, or an understanding of each other so great it honestly doesn’t make a lot of rational sense. when the lines between them blur. it’s also great when they are fundamentally compatible as people and could be together in a different setting but in this one they end up appallingly destructive and codependent and devoted in a way that could never be understood by others or function in any sort of typical real life situation.

"It never fills the void inside, but I know one thing, we're gonna eat well tonight."

Here's Eustace! He's a greedy little womanizer and a man who spends most of his time hunting with his party and avoiding his duties as a ruler, father and a husband.

He's totally going beast mode.

(I was planning to draw the next member of the group but I am not in the mood to render a full plate of late 15th century plate armour, colouring is my enemy)

hannibal wants what arthur lester has

Loupežnická pohádka.

Loupežníci se jmenují:

Jaroslav

Miroslav

Stanislav

Bohuslav

Dvojčata Ladislav a Vladislav

Soběslav

Boleslav

Bronislav

Vratislav

Pro diverzitní loupežnickou bandu mají i slovenského loupežníka co se jmenuje trošku nenápadně; Bratislav.

#things hannibal lecter said

+ script bonus

Hot take but arthur lester has absolutely no ass. He hasn't had cake in his life. Never entered a bakery. There's not even a cupcake back there. His ass game is nonexistent.