#I need to draw more Vocatia.

[kashacreates]

Thank you for the tag!  I’m late for Tunesday, but I still have several Tuesday hours, lmao. 

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

I spent half of the song internally picking up and shoving both Ludwig and Bravo into the hole made by the narrative, and ended up picking Ludwig. He regrets letting his work ruin his marriage and misses Bram dearly.  He definitely has some sort of ritual of remembrance involving flames and Emilu.  In addition I realized he would not be able to dance like he used to.  Ludwig went from 

to

Those forelegs do not bend the same way as his old ones. FU would try to help him, but she’s quite short compared to him and not that great of a dancer. 

Locked - Weshley Arms

This has strong Bravo to Chassie vibes.  She’s confused by her feelings for him and is low-key pissed she cares about someone again.  He in no way forces or pressures her into anything, but she’s hooked.  Her anger comes from a mix of her desire for self-destruction, want of isolation, and also to be loved again. 

She doesn’t know how to express it. 

Live like Legends - Ruelle

I’mma keep this short and sweet: Vocatia. 

Bonus Song!

Be Kind - Halsey & Marshmallow

Chassie trying his damnedest to get Bravo to trust him and let her know it’s safe to open up to him.  She’s allowed to love and be loved and that is okay. He won’t judge her habit of sitting in the sea monkey tank or kicking over trash cans. 

Happy Tunes-day!! 🎶

It's Tunes Tunesday again! Week 2 😏

(Week 1's Post!)

Y'all know the drill now! Listen to these three songs, and reply / reblog this post telling us about your WIP daydreams!

It's okay if you don't feel them all! That's why there's more than one!!!

Feel free to make your own post with your music Recs from your own WIP playlists and tag me! I'm always up for more Music Recs :D

Here are this weeks Tunes straight from some of yall's WIP playlists 🥺💋❤️

Dancing With Your Ghost - Sasha Sloan

stolen from @magefaery (and my) playlists 🥺❤️

Locked - Weshley Arms

recommendation by @tryingtimi 💋❤️ Weshley Arms is my new goddamn obsession.

Live like Legends - Ruelle

I stole this from MANY of y'all's WIP playlists, including but not limited to @jess-p-edits , and @catharticallysarcastic - let me know if it's also in any of yall's too 😂

Ruelle is absolutely brilliant for WIP playlists

Bonus Song!

Be Kind - Halsey & Marshmallow

also recommended by @magefaery because we've been obsessing over our mutual adoration for Halsey. I love her SO much.

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If you have any recommendations - shoot it my way and I can put them in future tunesday posts :D

Happy Day Dreams ✨❤️🥂

I'll tag a few people that were interested last week :D

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[thralls-for-alls]

Pool-Side Thoughts

Solus's light scattered rainbows across the transparent environmental shielding.  Vocatia watched the Rogues and her Sons play "nice" in the pool from behind the shade of her lip-rimmed glasses.  Yeah, the snake and older clone seemed to be taking turns tossing 'Z and Shayne around like a shark's pool toy, but the gleeful giggling ensured to all the lounging thrall and Guyota around that there was little need to get involved.

Vocatia’s crest rings jingled from the happy shivers running up and down her spine, only the brave plastic slats that held up her bulk managing to keep the noise from turning annoying.  

“Just the other day, after I’d spent the day rustlin’ up some of the rent from the more stubborn neighbours,” Vo explained continuing her idle conversation with Reyna.  “And I was dead tired.  The first thin’ I see is my kitchen wrecked.  Chunks of fruit everywhere. flour across the counter, on the floor, across the sink, just dustin’ everythin’.  I was shocked, dismayed even.   ‘Til I heard Gnoll tryin’ to shush Forty-nine while they were hidin’ out in the dinin’ room.  Poked me head in the door ta see the most lavish feast sittin’ upon the dinin’ table.”  She guffawed as she watched the primal in question try to wrestle his older brother into the pool though gnawing on his horn.  “It’s still one of the best meals I’d ever had.  Sweet ham and pie-apple rings, mashed potatoes, and several other thin’s too: well worth gettin’ Ricky to scrub down the kitchen afterwards.”

Reyna hid her twinge of jealousy behind a sip of beer, the glass still frosted.  The two thrall fell into domestic bliss as soon as they locked eyes.  “Yeah, the best meals tend to come with the biggest messes,” Reyna agreed, setting the drink down beside her.  The glass glided over the ring of condensation that dripped down over the thin layer of ice.  “Shayne attempted to make everyone peanut-butter and banana pancakes once.  We still find batter drops in the kitchen, but those were some damned good pancakes.” 

Pendles launched Shayne higher than before, a fresh shrieking giggle pricking everyone’s ears and drawing their gaze. In the air, they flipped to flop belly first into the water with a loud smack.  Shayne resurfaced, catching their breath in time to playfully shove Pendles as revenge for their stinging stomach.

“Ach, a few bits of batter concrete ain’t that much of a cost,” Vocatia chuckled, shaking off the water with a wiggle of her gold-tipped hooves.  “‘Less it came wit’ ants.  Can’t imagine what they’re like out here, but they’re tough little shits on Tempest.”

Another splash leapt over the pool’s edge as Foxtrot tripped backwards and dropped TZ.  Rictus snickered from his floating octopoid ring; the dark tentacle slithered back under his skin under the cover of the water.

“... you know, I haven’t seen any since the blueberry’s taken over the kitchen.” 

[pendles-is-friendles]

🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr? 😠 ; Is there anything you dislike about your muse? [ anyone of your choice! ]

I Don’t Know This Anime Munday Questions: Accepting!

🙄 : Repeated subtle godmodding/”Um acktooallys”/forcing hcs

To explain better, all of these are forms of ignoring my interpretation of the muse.  I put a lot of work into my muses and characters, and there’s a reason why I choose to make changes (or in some cases, just have a different headcanon).  

I understand people make mistakes so I’m not gonna get mad if a small detail is omitted or misremembered and I 100% don’t mind clarifying things if someone asks.  And I don’t mind if someone points out that I have something wrong in terms of canon (though, I do always double check right afterwards.)

But there are some people that just... try to force things.  Focusing on a detail that I’ve outright stated was omitted, or trying to argue with me about canon for something that isn’t canon at all in an effort to get me to write what they want me to write. It’s a purposeful thing, not something that can easily be done by mistake.

(A related one is being obvious about not reading my description, rules page, or character bio at all. I never know how to react to that.)

😠 : I’ll roast all of them: 

Vocatia and Ludwig are hard to draw, I love their designs but holy heck gold isn’t easy to render and I’m still not happy with Ludwig’s legs.  Also, despite how much work I’ve put into him, Ludwig still feels very derivative.  I’m thinking of reinterpreting his face next.

Setting TZ back to square one brings back some of his most problematic behaviours and I’m always worried that it’ll upset people. But it’s one of those things that’s intrinsic to his character and shows signs of how he’s doing overall. He’ll probably get worse before he gets better.

Torque’s dialogue feels derivative of Krieg’s, even though the underlying personalities, goals, motivations, and sources are completely different.  I don’t think I’ll ever shake off that inkling though.  The soul of his original incarnation is in there, but it’s been torn apart a lot more than the others.  Also the nature of his backstory makes it difficult to talk about so a lot of what makes him different and Torque and not just a big Psycho who’s obsessed with his “Mum.”

Bravo just needs to stick around as a muse more and let me write her.  And sometimes just not be moody, lol.  Someday.

Rictus... actually, I’m happy with where he is, protagonist syndrome and all.  And I’m also generally happy with FU.

[pendles-is-friendles]

🌟 (for any muse)

5 Free Plot Ideas: Accepting! And Here!

🌟 Torque: He’s naturally wary of sirens, unsure of whether to consider them a threat to his worship of Mum since some garner the attention of cultists. But curiosity and uncertainty leads to hesitation which could give Amara the upper hand should she choose to fight him.  Though I do remember you mentioning that she might want a solid challenge for arm wrestling and I think I know exactly the guy big enough to handle her digi-arms.  It would take making peace, which wouldn’t be easy.  But she might get a sweet gun or two out of it. 

🌟 FU, TZ, and ?????: Mikes love quite a few things and a whole lot of those are muscles, punching and general badass combat.  The battleschool is up and running; it provides a great way to flex one’s stuff through the power of punching and could lead to a general alliance with the Kingdom overall.  FU has a ton of questions about being a siren and TZ will definitely ask Amara to punch him through a wall on camera.  For the most part, Amara might find the whole camp a barrel of slightly stupid monkeys, but a barrel of slightly stupid monkeys that generally love her.  The last… may pop up in a separate meeting to interrogate about Amara’s interest in the Kingdom (if she has one at least.)  There would definitely be an arm wrestling/flexing match involved as she’s rather ripped as well.  Need strong arms to fly with a hookshot after all.

🌟 Vocatia: Sirens are easy money, and would look great on an advertisement.  Vo places a bounty on Amara, to bring her in alive and unharmed, just to talk. A free, if forced, vacation for the small price of a chat and a job offer.  And probably a dance or two as well.  

🌟 Rictus: Interaction with Vo would also most likely lead to interaction with Rictus as well.  A job might entail Rictus coming along to help, though one would wonder why he’s going.  What help could this tiny bartender provide on a mission to deal with a giant thresher?  Or even just run of the mill bandits?  While Amara could probably use him as a toothpick, she might be surprised that his tentacles might provide a fun challenge for arm wrestling and their glow might garner some interesting conversation.

🌟 Ludwig: He doesn’t have an official Blands!verse yet, but I realized that it would not be that much of a stretch to toss him into it.  Ayla could very well exist on another system and I’ve been toying with making my own version of the Varelsi to fill that role in the oc verse. So, big blue, two-headed, six-legged horse priest ends up on Pandora (or Promethea or really anywhere) and has to figure out how to live with his natural genetic issues without his traditional healing methods while adapting to the wilds of the Borderplanets.  Ludwig would be naturally drawn to Amara more than other Blands! characters: her unique powers would draw his curiosity for sure. (Multi-limbed sentient beings seem fairly rare after all) (Definitely needs more workshopping for sure)

[thralls-for-alls]

Vocatia Tells the News

Tango's holo sat heavy in Bravo's coat pocket as she held the door of the Sinful Bat open for him.  Her eyes averted as he stepped inside; she draped her arm across his back, her hand clutching his shoulder.  He tensed under her grip.  The tips of her fingers ran over the small stretch of shirt that covered the dip across his gills and clavicle, the deep scar she knew brought the medic more worry than a simple injury.  Bad news had to be handled with care. Grave news might as well be napalm.

Bravo stopped in front of the thralless, her keen eye catching the deep bags gathering under the others.  Still, Vocatia still held her head high, sitting across her leather throne.  A golden feathered cape draped across her broad shoulders, the edges catching the lighting of the bar.  Behind her, Jacques stood back, his blue eyes staring off into a middle distance away from the pair of clones. "Here, like you asked."  Bravo nodded as she released Tango, stepping back to give them space.  Slinking towards the bar, she pulled out a cigarette box from her jacket and gave it a shake.  Empty.  Lifting her lip, she tossed it aside and leaned back onto the black surface of the counter on her elbows to watch their talk.

For a brief second, the cold exterior of the Thrallmother broke.  Her bottom lip twitched, her eyebrow ridges tilted in concern as she leaned foward and rested her palm onto Tango's shoulder.  Tango stepped back, but could not free himself from under her.  His fingers toyed with his tie, his jaw flexing as he met Vocatia's gaze.

As impassive as stone, Vocatia lowered her head to touch the mess of bristles on TZ's head.  "Darlin', Ricky's missin'."  Vocatia's husky voice barely broke the silence, her tone as even and gentle.  Jacques arms crossed tight over his barreled chest, turning his head to avoid the clone's questioning gaze.  Sitting back, Vocatia continued, "We've searched the system, we're still searchin' the system.  But, whoever took him has hidden him very well." Tango's eyes twitched, knocking the gathering tears from their perches.  His tie tight in his shaking fist, only the sharp intakes of his hitched breath broke through his contemplation.  

Bravo tore her gaze away, choosing to reach over the counter for something to busy herself with instead.  Her chest ached with all too familiar hollowness; from when she stood before Queen Mike to receive the recovered helmets of her fallen squadmates.  The news struck her soul with the force of one of Kaboom's ram rockets.  Her fingers groped the unseen shelf below the counter until they felt the rim of some small bowl.  As it almost tipped over, she could hear the shuffle of some dried snack.  Catching it with the tip of her finger, she scooted it out until she could grip it and bring it up.  Nuts... nuts would suffice.  She popped the first one into her mouth, licking the salt off of the hard meat as she watched the scene continue to unfold.   

"No..." Tango sobbed through tense fangs, still not moving to clear the constant stream dripping from his eyes.  Vocatia's cool facade shattered, her own heartbreak spelled plain across her face.  She reached out, cupping Tango's back into her large palm to pull him close, to comfort him in his moment of dire need.   But he stepped aside, shrugging it off.  "No, he can't be gone," he snapped, shaking his head.  Vocatia watched, her hand still held in place from his rebuff, but patient as he started to pace.  "No, no, no.  That's not right.  He's too strong, he can fight off anyone."  

"'E's gone, love."  Vocatia's eyes followed Tango's frantic steps.  "We're goin' ta get him back, but he was taken."  With a sure sweep of her arm, she caught him and pulled him into a warm and tight embrace.  She curled her neck against his head.  "I'm so sorry."

Trapped, his arms crept to wrap around her neck.  Tango buried his face into the creamy grey skin, wiping off his tears.  Her hand stroked his back, light caresses to not hurt the stuntman.  

Having sucked all of the flavour from the nut and split it with her tongue, Bravo swallowed it and took a moment to dig through the mix for another one.  Tango had always been an emotional clone, even when he was fresh from the vat.  She had wondered if there might have been something wrong with the new sims meant for the recon Mikes, but the vat tech assured her that he was golden. Really, she was not surprised about what the reports said about what happened after the rest of the squad died and she disappeared.  At least he did not lose the arm. 

The tinkle of the golden chain being freed from its hook brought her attention to Jacques stepping behind the bar.  Bravo squinted her eyes up at him, but he seemed to pay her no mind as he pinched the handle of the coffee pot between his fingers and took it to some space in the back.  Bravo tossed the next nut into her mouth.  

"'Z, listen," Vocatia murmured, Bravo had to tilt her head and strain her ear to catch it.  "I need ya to be strong for us.  For him."  Her voice shook, just enough for Bravo to catch it.  "I know if anyone's got him, you can find him." Tango nodded, still clinging to the thrallmother.  "Y-yeah."  A hiccup interrupted his muffled whisper.  Pulling his face way from Vocatia's neck, his gill rakes stuck out as he sucked back the moisture pouring from his thin nostrils.  Vocatia lifted her head to look him in the eye.  "If he's anywhere, I can find him."  A strained flash of white fangs assured the thrallmother, who gave her own small smile as she lifted a thumb to wipe the clone's cheek.  "Don't worry, I'll find him.  Promise."

Vocatia bowed her head, touching the tip of her crest to his hair again.  "I know." Another clop of a hoof behind the bar caught Bravo's attention, drawing her eye to the giant pouring the laughably small pitcher of water into the tiny brewing machine.  His blue eye flashed as he glanced down to her, but he made no other move attempt to acknowledge her.  Despite his neutral expression, Bravo caught the puffiness around his eyes and the purplish redness around his blue nose.  Either he had an allergy or he had been similarly affected by the missing thrall case.  

Thrall seemed to stick together.

Letting go of Tango, Vocatia sat up and took a moment to fix his shirt and tie.  "I believe in you, darlin'.  I'll be waitin' up for the news."  Lifting her hands from him, Vocatia's gaze locked onto Bravo.  "And it was nice meetin' you, dear.  Sorry it weren't under better circumstances.

"Same, bro.  Maybe next time will be better."  Bravo picked herself up off of the bar and stretched her back.  Jacques grunted, almost in disapproval, but said nothing else.  Shooting him a sharp look, Bravo strode over to collect her squadmate.  Softening her expression, Bravo bowed towards Vocatia, her fingers curling around Tango's arms to guide him to go with her.  "We'll make sure of it."

"Bye bye, mom."  Tango waved with the tips of his fingers as Bravo half-dragged him away.  His arms still shook under her palms, but he made no resistance to the exit.  "I'll get right to work when I get home."

With a squint at the starshine glaring through the clouds, Bravo propped the heavy door open with her elbow.  As soon as Tango stepped outside and the door slammed behind him, his brave front crumbled.  Just as Bravo suspected.  The sniffling hiccups had barely started before Bravo grapped Tango's wrist and pulled him into and embrace of her own.  "He's not gone yet.  There's a chance.  Have faith.”

"But what if he is..."  His nails dug into her coat, his fangs scraped against it.  "I don't know--"

She rolled her shoulder to nudge his head back.  "No, don't think like that.  I gave you an order, bro.  Have some faith."

Tango pouted, his fang catching his lower lip.  "Okay... I'll try."

Ruffling his bristles, Bravo gave him a smirk and a wink of her silvery eye.  "Good, bro.  Come on, lets get back and get you to work, okay?”

He nodded, pulling away from her.  Shoving his wrist against his nose, he wiped away the snot from his upper lip.  "Let's go.  I wanna find him super quick."

"Of course."  She offered an elbow to him, flashing a grin when his arm went through it in acceptance.  "I'll even get the rest of the squad to help you.  We'll be bad ass thrall finders and heroes by the end of the night."