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Hello everyone! I’m doing a fundraiser for me and my s/o! We’re going to the state fair this year as her family has already pre-paid for tickets to enter! We have til Oct, 17th as that’s when we go!

But we actually want to do stuff this year instead of just walking around and looking at stuff. We want to ride rides, play games, enjoy at least 2 meals without having to settle for pb&j’s outside the fair in our car.

If you’d like to help us raise the funds, you can donate here on my Ko-Fi! https://ko-fi.com/rowanquil/goal?g=10

I will give every donator a shoutout on my Twitter so post your Twitter user for me :)

And I will be doing fundraising streams on Twitch Here.

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Haven’t posted in hell of a long time. But here’s my newest attempt of drawing Eddie and Luther for the first time in so long ^^

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“Luther’s indeed been well. He’s… distracted though right now.” Edward sighs but smiles to her. “So luv, your home or mine for tea? I do really want to catch up. Hear how your studies are going.” Edward tells her with a smile.

He knows Ophelia is hiding something, she’s a touch nervous but can’t place where… possibly, she dabbled in stuff she probably shouldn’t have again… he doesn’t let himself frown. He wants her to smile… no matter how much she might be hurting… and hiding from him. She’s choosing her paths… and even if he doesn’t approve, the only way to learn, is by doing.

“Right… well, what have ya been up to then lass? Seems you’ve had your hands full? Maybe we can talk about it over tea.” Edward shrugs having a gentle hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing gently before giving her space to speak. He’s not been in the best of ways himself, and would be happy just to listen to her talk.

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Don’t hide this in the comments!!!

Ok, bg3/dnd brain time.

Astarion, everyone’s favorite traumatized vampire. He gets with a tav drow? It’s like being paired up with another traumatized child. Especially if it’s a Seldarine/ good drow. Drow society is positively vicious. But matches well with Astarion’s general attitude. Wanting for rich, decadent lifestyles uncaring of the cost.

However most drow are between chaotic neutral to fucking lawful evil generally, and thanks to the evil goddess Lolth’s dogma over the drow, most of them are horrifically harsh towards any who’d otherwise be gentler, since it wasn’t even originally in drow nature (as elves) to be evil. It’s by proxy of their society. Only those who truly free themselves of that society and wish to be good actually are.

But like anyone traumatized by severe abuse they struggle for the rest of their lives to be genuine and kind and make lasting friendships or relationships.

Who does that sound like? None other than our fine fanged friend. Bg3 is just therapy for a pair of abused elves when it’s Astarion being romanced by a drow tav.

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Edward blinks. “Yarbert ya don’t wanna know. Trust me.” He gives a slight shudder before going back to what he was doing.

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“Right… well, what have ya been up to then lass? Seems you’ve had your hands full? Maybe we can talk about it over tea.” Edward shrugs having a gentle hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing gently before giving her space to speak. He’s not been in the best of ways himself, and would be happy just to listen to her talk.

"Oof!" Edward grunts but catches Ophelia in the hug, giving the girl a good squeeze before looking at her. "I've been around. Sorry I've been outta the picture for a bit. You look like you've been havin' one hell of a time yourself." Edward hums fixing Ophelia's beret that he'd jostled in the hug and stepping back to better listen to her.

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"Oof!" Edward grunts but catches Ophelia in the hug, giving the girl a good squeeze before looking at her. "I've been around. Sorry I've been outta the picture for a bit. You look like you've been havin' one hell of a time yourself." Edward hums fixing Ophelia's beret that he'd jostled in the hug and stepping back to better listen to her.

@lcgerdemain asked: Edward wanders up to Ophelia with a smile on his face, he hasn’t seen his young protege, he was really happy to see her. “Well look who it is? Haven’t seen ya in a while… how’s the studying comin’ along luv?”

"EDWARD!!"

Ophelia practically tackle hugs her mentor with the happiest squeal a 14 year old girl can muster! All this strife she's been facing recently? Edward's was a face she needed to see!

"Oooooh! I'm so happy to see you!! How have you been? What have you been up to?"

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Ok, bg3/dnd brain time.

Astarion, everyone’s favorite traumatized vampire. He gets with a tav drow? It’s like being paired up with another traumatized child. Especially if it’s a Seldarine/ good drow. Drow society is positively vicious. But matches well with Astarion’s general attitude. Wanting for rich, decadent lifestyles uncaring of the cost.

However most drow are between chaotic neutral to fucking lawful evil generally, and thanks to the evil goddess Lolth’s dogma over the drow, most of them are horrifically harsh towards any who’d otherwise be gentler, since it wasn’t even originally in drow nature (as elves) to be evil. It’s by proxy of their society. Only those who truly free themselves of that society and wish to be good actually are.

But like anyone traumatized by severe abuse they struggle for the rest of their lives to be genuine and kind and make lasting friendships or relationships.

Who does that sound like? None other than our fine fanged friend. Bg3 is just therapy for a pair of abused elves when it’s Astarion being romanced by a drow tav.

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and the final part!

Part 1, Part 2

Stay tuned for the news about printed version :>

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Scar Survey starters

"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell." "I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history." "Every scar has a story, right?" "Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?" "Your scars are like a roadmap." "Where did you acquire this scar?" "I've always been curious about your scars." "This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?" "Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?" "Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor." "This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?" "Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph." "Scars make us who we are." "Scars are like a visual history." "What's the history behind this scar on your back?" "I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."

[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. [SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars. [EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars. [TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. [DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar. [REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body. [TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. [POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation. [COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars. [NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars. [LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar. [SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.

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Send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses

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dark mode galaxy-themed ao3 site skin

Since the frog theme I made earlier was light mode, I decided to make a dark mode skin as well. This one is galaxy-themed and in shades of purple, pink, and blue.

You can get the code and instructions for how to use it here.

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(Response to X)

Edward sits up sharply, his back cracking as he does. He has a thousand yard stare for a moment before standing up, running out of his office, out of his house and straight down his neighborhood street.

Luther, his brother stood at the door calling after him. “Where are you going?!”

“Godfrey’s about ta do somethin’ stupid!” Edward yelled back in a panic.

“Which one!?” Luther yelled to him again.

“DOES IT MATTER?!” He yelled back again.

“EDWARD!”

“WHAT?!”

“YOU CAN JUST TELEPORT!”

Edward skids to a stop and facepalms. Sometimes it slips his mind he can use magic.

Luther sighs tiredly as he watches Edward teleport to Godfrey Estate. “His mind is slipping i swear…”

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Luther tiredly lifted his head, looking up to the man walking down the alley, talking on a phone. At first he didn't pick up on the conversation, but became keenly alert when the words 'test subject' was mentioned. His icy blue eyes locked onto the man who he now realized to be some sort of police officer it seemed like. Luther's ears laid back in nervousness, his head lowering as he could tell even with the sunglasses hiding his eyes, this man likely wanted to capture him.

Slowly, he stood, rising as if inching his way onto his paws was a way of not being immediately jumped by the other, tensing his muscles as he prepared for what came next. His eyes darted to the man's movements... he bolted, taking off further into the alley to run from the officer. He couldn't trust anything and he wouldn't be put into another cage ever again.

Wesker scanned the alley firstly, moving further in with each glance to and fro until his eyes settled on the lone light of the alley, a canine resting on the steps of a rear door under an awning. Nothing out of place really, just a stray he supposed, until he approached further and noted it's sheer size. It was absolutely no great dane but could easily dwarf it. What kind of dog was this? He wondered though stopped short knowing it could be feral.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket, it was birkins again on a secured line. Answering he kept his voice low as he continued to observe the animal. "Wesker." Birkins on the other end sounded hurried and excited. "Where are you? You said you'd be here in thirty minutes and yet it's forty-five. The news I have is phenominal!" Wesker narrowed his gaze for a moment. "I'm less than three minutes from the precinct, I had to walk due to you're sudden urgency. Tell me, what is it even that has me out here this late?" Wesker inquired, Birkins chirping eagerly in reply. "One of Umbrella's competitors just went up in flames, quite literally. Seems their little projects broke out and now Umbrella has tasked my team to go sieze what we can and round up their escapees. I wanted your help with some of the rounding up as their facility was on the west side of town. Surely the precinct will be getting calls soon of odd things roaming the streets."

Wesker's hand slowly moved to his gun hearing this. "Birkins... Do you know yet what the test subjects included? Human or animal?" Birkins paused. "...I'm not quite sure yet. But its possible it could've been both?" He mused before connecting the dots. "You've already encountered one haven't you?"

"I'm staring at it."

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It was cold, that was among the last things Luther recalled, along with fire, screaming, explosions, and a cold-hearted gaze. He'd been apart of something terrible. And when it all crashed and burned, he'd fled, taking himself as far as his paws would carry him. Not the largest example of a werewolf, but he still stood out in stature as a rather large looking wolf for anyone who still thought werewolves were just a hollywood tale.

He'd found shelter at least from the rain in an alley, an awning over a door with a dim light over it, kicking a paint can seemingly over when scrambling up the short steps to it. Shaking his fur of the soaked in water, Luther gruffed and sighed. He didn't even have a clue to what city he was in at the moment. At least for now. Then... shuffling, he could hear footsteps from the entrance of the alley. he curled up, hoping they didn't bother coming down. He'd just found this dry spot.

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It's quiet, the rain drizzling over the city as the roads remained mostly empty save for a car here and there. Albert Wesker, Captain of S.T.A.R.S unfortunately was caught out in this rain on the way back to the Police Station due to an impromptu call in from his old colleague Dr.Birkins. He rarely slept as is yet here he was walking from dinner to the RPD instead of going home. At least Raccoon city was quiet at night.

His uniform would be entirely soaked if it wasn't for his police jacket, yet through the ambient noise of the city and rain, he still picked out an out of place noise down an alley he was passing. It was odd enough to peek his interest and make him detour just long enough to scope out what it might've been.

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Edward noticed the divets of claw marks in the floor just before the young man covered them with the rug, his gaze refocusing on the little rat who seemed to be glaring. Oh he meant no harm to it, regardless of his likely very odd scent. It’s hard to mask something as strong as draconic. Still, he conjures a small wedge of cheese in offering to it, well meaning in his intentions before turning to the shop owner. “Ah, good to meet you, Dwight, I go by Xavier.” He replies.

Moving over to him he gestures to his apparent wound. “Guess some nonsense got up to then? Can’t imagine a shop like this not having a few issues. The locals giving you a hard time lad?” He asked, admittedly knowing this couldn’t be done by a mere human, probably something small and fast, but he didn’t want to draw to conclusions or startle him quickly with his knowledge of the non-human variety. “Could use a healing salve on that to be honest. If it’s worse than a flesh wound.” He mused at the bandage, showing concern for him.

“Yeah, I’m just getting some cleaning out of the way.”

The fledging witch glanced down and grimaced at the claw marks on the floor. Dwight grabbed the rug nearby and laid it out to hide the marks before anyone could notice. The problem of being Elias’s son is that Elias had made a lot of enemies. And those enemies saw Dwight as an easy target. Sins of the father and all of that mess. Other witches or creatures from the magical realm would crept into town, ready to claim Dwight’s life as an act of revenge.

Or perhaps worse, sometimes Dwight’s magical aura would lure creatures to him. The nearest portal to the magical realm was the woods near Walden. And some creatures saw Dwight as a tasty treat, consuming a young witch and absorbing his magic would greatly power their own. To put it lightly, a lot of creatures had it out for Dwight.

The bandage across his cheek hid a cut from last night. Another imp had gotten in, claws digging into the floorboards as it attempted to capture Dwight. It managed to nick Dwight’s cheek during the scuffle before Dwight managed to knock it out and send it back. The fledging witch tried his best to not kill those who threatened him, even if they had no qualms about killing him.

Peaches lightly sniffed at Edward’s finger, eyes seeming to narrow at the man, tail swishing in a suspicious manner. Can rats glare at people?

“Yeah, the store is fairly new.” Dwight set down the broom and walked over, a bright smile on his face. “I’ve only been open for about 7 months, it doesn’t feel like it although. My name is Dwight, it’s nice to meet you.”