#;;answered pleas

[spiritsong]

After seeing @felassan's post about there being two different versions of Neve and Taash's cards, I needed to sate my curiosity and went digging to see if I could different versions of the other companions as well.

Lo and behold, there are! I found them for every companion except for Emmrich. There's no way to say with absolute certainty which is the old version and which is the new; hopefully we can get some confirmation on this.

For the time being, I went ahead and marked the differences for those who have trouble spotting this sort of thing. Hopefully it's not too overwhelming for the ones that are very marked up, but I wanted to include some of the more mundane changes as well.

Neve — The biggest changes are the crossed leg (making her prosthetic more visible) as well as the metal rivet detailing on her outfit (see: the collar, the shoulder pads, the sleeves, the skirt portion). Some of what I'm calling the more "mundane" technical changes include the lighting and shadows on her staff, her nose, and her chest.

Taash — The most notable difference here is the coins (I didn't circle all the individual coins but you get the point) and the dragon in the background. In one version, the eye is more distinct, and a bottom row of teeth have been added to the dragon's jaw. There have also been changes made in the shading of her face. Her body shape (namely, the torso and her arms) have also been changed, as well as the general shape of the "spikes" on her hips and her shoulders.

Harding — Just a couple changes here. Her eye is more white/ghostly looking in one version, and the shading on her face and neck have changed.

Lucanis — LOTS of differences. They're pretty inconsequential, by which I mean there hasn't been any added/removed/changed symbolism in his card. The shading on his nose has changed, as well as the shading on his collar, hand, forearm, armpit (didn't circle this one oops), hips, and hip dagger. The purple "wisps" have changed in shape here and there. One of the orbs in the upper left have moved, and there is another orb above that one which has been removed/added.

Davrin — Just a few changes with Davrin, though they are big ones. His face/head has been changed, and the vallaslin has been redrawn. The scar on his eyebrow has also moved slightly.

Bellara — Bellara's head has shifted and her neck elongated/shortened. There are stars in the background and around her arm in one version.

As for Emmrich, I mentioned I could only find one version. I did compare the image we currently have with what I believe is the earliest Emmrich art that was shared with us (a cropped version of his card) by overlaying the two on Photoshop and didn't see any differences.

And that's it! You might have also noticed that some of the versions on the right hand side have a white line at the top of the image. Make of that what you will.

(People viewing this post on PC will have an easier time quickly clicking back and forth between the images to spot the difference. If you're on the mobile app and care enough to do so, you might have an easier time saving the images and flipping through them in your photo album. At least I know it's easier if you have an iPhone, I don't know about other models.)

[hayheadd]

The world in the eyes of Alexander Saburov

[totally-lyrical]

finally writing an akeshu fic but it relies on one or both of them having memorized each other's phone numbers, therefore i am coming to tumblr to make a poll

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

WAS THINKING ABOUT ENTITY MORE AND ACCIDENTALLY MADE THE MFING LUCKY BLOCK ENTITY FROM ANIMATION VS MINECRAFT THE BUG FABLES EQUIVALENT OF THIS FUCKER NEVER LET ME PICK UP A PENCIL AGAIN

NOTE: I did not draw these this is concept art of the Fabrication Machine from the movie 9

[harukapologist]

hhi *throws them at u and runs away*

alternate version

[wowitsverycool]

listen if nobody stops me my analysis is only going to get more self congratulatory and masturbatory. if you don't stay my hand i WILL pen a manifesto about the player possibly being read as the universe or some form of wish craft. i mean if the dev's 'insert' is the change god, and we end the game on a screen of leaves flying through the air, then that could symbolize us fulfilling our purpose and releasing the wish siffrin made and--

[lotsofsq]

could you do mccurtain with no. 36? 👀

36: lifting the other one up

YOU ARE SO SMART

[ID copied in alt text: a drawing of McCracken holding Mr Curtain. McCracken’s face is smug and he’s looking straight ahead not at mr curtain, who is clinging onto his neck and looking distressed and backwards at the ground. mr curtain is yelling “Put me down! McCracken! Put me down!” but the text is blurry and McCracken is indicated as “not listening”. both of them are blushing but mr curtain’s is worse. McCracken has one arm wrapped around his side holding his shoulder and the other wrapped underneath him. ]

[tadpolesonalgae]

me begging cbmthy!azriel to stop lusting after our sister and pay attention to us:

Babes he’s going to be paying a hell of a lot of attention to her after the next chapter

(If I can get my act together and write what needs to be written)

[pseudophan]

i have a flight at 3:30am which is usually their upload time for me so ik that we'll get an upload just to inconvenience me <3

i'm hoping you're taking one for the team i'm very sorry

[code31-onthedancefloor]

i'm never not going mad over this. she is answering him. la revacholiere is there. she is someone, and she's waited so long to talk to him. she's never not seeing or hearing or feeling him. she is the rain and the sodium light she bathes him in. harry is begging into the void of a harrowing prerecorded message in an abandoned building and she picks up. to tell him that she has been here for three hundred years. just to show him that she is capable of an answer. that she has always been here; immaterial, ever-changing. that if her voice can reach him so earnestly, in this place of doomed hope and failed capitalist ventures, he can keep going. augh.

[theetherealraphael]

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You know about us?

You hosted Envy?

God that’s makes this so much easier.

( @local-pickpocket )

yes. im the archangel raphael, of course i know about my sin counterpart.

[existential-queeer]

9-1-1 writers when writing the 6B premiere:

[oddsconvert]

✂️ for august?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

When August was a little baby vamp, he was deathly scared of humans - they were his biggest fear. His parents would spin tales about human hunters and mobs and tell August that the cruel, nasty humans would rip him limb from limb if given the chance. He believed that humans were vampires natural predator...not the other way around.

He lived in a big stately home growing up, and his family had MANY blood bags. August used to avoid them like the plague, wouldn't even make eye contact. But he did feel sorry for them. One day when he'd been 'naughty', his mother dragged him kicking and screaming and locked him in the cellar overnight, where their human blood bags were kept, to teach him a lesson. Poor August pounded his tiny fists on the door and was hiccupping/crying/screaming for his mother to come back and save him. He really thought he was going to die. That the humans could get their revenge for what his family has done to them.

He's never been that scared in his life to this day.

[neolxzr]

stares at you with my big sad eyes. ritsuleo. perhaps?

important brainstorming session (in the middle of the floor)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Tagged by @devirnis for WIP Wednesday! Here’s a whole scene from proposal fic because why not… (vomit content warning)

Bobby shows up on the doorstep before Buck's first PT appointment after being discharged and Buck is hit by sudden intense gratitude for the stupidest possible reason. Ah, he thinks, thank god Eddie isn't going to see what I'm like during one of these. And then What the fuck, Buckley? Eddie did see him after that first session, and it's not like his patheticisms start and end within a 45 minute time frame and the clean walls and persistent disinfectant smell of Dr. Shelley's office. He's spent the last two days in a shivering little lump on the man's bed, sleeping 16 hours out of 24. He's not really sparing him anything he hasn't already seen. What, then? Spread the different facets of exactly how fucked up he is around? Like if no one has to deal with too much they won't get tired of it? Here, Eddie, you can have helping me go to the bathroom because I can't stand up on my own. Maddie, you get me crying whenever I see you or even hear you on the phone because you're my big sister so I get to dump all my feelings on you, that's fair right? Bobby, you can hear me screaming in pain, is that ok with you? You were there last time, I'm sure you'll do fine. It's too much for any of them. It's too much for Buck.

"You ready, kid?" Bobby says, with the softest little smile. God. Buck is going to fall apart into tiny, gross little pieces. Eddie can mop the floor and be done with him.

“Ready,” is what he says, knowing it sounds like a lie.

They have him walking between the parallel bars today. He remembers them, from his leg. They don’t start there, most of the hour is more stretching (ow) and fine motor skills practice (frustrating). But they told him at the beginning they want to get him walking again as soon as they can to avoid any further muscle loss or atrophy, and they want to work with him to see if they can figure out how much of his dizziness is from brain injury and how much is from vestibular damage.

Well, he’s up on the bars now and he couldn’t fucking tell you. The whole world is just spinning around him at a sickening speed as the physical therapist and Bobby both mutter encouragement, tell him to keep taking one more step, he can do it. Buck tries, he really tries, he wants to take these five steps on his own and for the doctor to tell him he’s progressing fantastically and to be tired but happy on the drive home with Bobby, both of them smiling and cracking jokes. Instead he collapses three steps in and vomits on the soft plastic-y blue floor covering. His ear is ringing and he only has a split second to feel humiliated before there are arms around him.

“Sweetheart,” Bobby is saying over the background hum, “Sweetheart, I’ve got you.” There are hands in Buck’s hair and he chokes out a sob. He doesn’t really stop crying until they’re almost back at the Diaz house, how he got from the office to the car a mysterious blur. Bobby is holding his hand on the center console. When Buck squeezes a little tighter he hears him sigh in relief and it almost starts the tears up again. Bobby is out of the car as soon as he's parked, hurrying around to the passenger side to help Buck to the house. He’d protested, days ago, about the need to rent a wheelchair until he could carry a little more of his own weight, but now he guesses getting rolled to the door is more dignified than Bobby having to put him in a fireman's carry.

He’d do it. Buck knows he would, Bobby would pick him up and hold him in his arms and carry him as far as he needed to go. Bobby settles him on the couch, handling him as gently as he would a child at a disaster site, running to bring him mouthwash to get rid of the bitter taste of stomach acid, finding saltines in the kitchen, pouring ginger ale on ice and procuring as if by magic a bendy straw in old fashioned, environmentally unfriendly, single use plastic. He sits on the coffee table in front of him, at attention, ready to appease any want.

"Thanks, dad. Bobby! Thanks- thanks, Cap," Buck slams his eyes shut and drops his head onto the couch behind him. The indignities never fucking end, apparently. He's stopped from withering away entirely by the warm weight of a hand over his own where it lays on the armrest. Buck opens his eyes. Bobby is staring down at their hands, jaw working, breathing through his nose.

"It wasn't even-" Bobby frowns as his voice fails, and clears his throat to try again. "I kept wishing I could be mad at you. Being reckless again, running into danger, getting yourself hurt." He exhales heavily, breath stuttering into a sad little laugh. "But I watched you climb that ladder. I kept playing it over and over in my head. You had three points of contact the whole time. Could have filmed it for a goddamn safety manual. It could have been-" his voice catches again, and Buck turns his hand to grab onto Bobby's. "It could have been any of us. It could have been any of us up there. All the stupid stunts you pull that you walk away from, and it's-" Bobby's free hand waves wildly into the room. "It's a random fucking act of god that nearly-"

"Bobby-"

"That nearly takes you from me," he finishes, squeezing Buck's hand. He's crying, and Buck thinks he might be again, too.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Oh, kid," Bobby says, leaning forward, gathering Buck up in his arms. “Nothing to apologize for. You’re right here. You’re still breathing. That’s all I need.”

Buck weeps again, into Bobby’s shoulder, his captain or father or good friend’s hand rubbing up and down his spine. He is still breathing. He’s still breathing. Bobby’s soft flannel shirt smells like grill smoke and Eddie’s couch is familiar beneath him, and Buck hurts and feels sick and dizzy, and he exists. “Bobby-“

“It’s alright. It’s alright.”

Bobby’s face is wet when Buck pulls away after however long it takes for each breath to stop aching so bad as it rattles in and out of him. Buck wants to say all sorts of things, most of which amount to I love you, but what comes out is a nod towards the TV and “You wanna stay for the game?”

Buck doesn’t even know what sports, if any, are on today, but Bobby seems to hear some of the other words he meant to say because he smiles so kindly at him and says “Yeah, Buck. Anything.”

Tagging @iinryer @bigfootsmom @shortsighted-owl if you’ve got anything to share!

[14dayswithyou]

(I like to think my contact name for Teo is hubby 💚)

[TEXT] - because I’m in your driveway.

text prompts | still accepting !!

[TEXT]: about time [TEXT]: i was beginning to think you forgot about me [TEXT]: guess i need to give you a reminder