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how do pep and fiend change back from their big forms? surely they can’t stay big for too long
How do they change back? They just sorta shrink back down and lose the more monstrous features - basically just the initial transformation but in reverse
But yes, they only stay in their big forms for a few minutes before they get exhausted and change back - example being; when Pep chased Peppino when they were in the tower, he was in Chase form for only like 10 minutes (including transformation time), and then he was unconscious for hours right up until the final fight with Pizzahead
It takes a lot out of them! Buttt, the change can be prolonged depending on certain things, like; what triggered the change, if they have a source of energy to replace what they are burning etc etc
#bean talks too much#I need to make a lore tag here too#but it has to be pt specific or you'll get flooded with other shit kjdfkfdg#I'll think of one later#but yes a little headcanon for why Pep was 'weaker' in the final fight#he just woke up and Pizzahead grabs him by the scruff and yanks him to the top of the tower to fight this guy again#so he is dazed and confused as hell and who are all these guys#oh fuck I realised something uh oh#uh okay maybe I can work around it ignore this tag ldgldf
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finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants
#xmen#xmen comics#cherik#professor x#magneto#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#erik magnus lehnsherr#the kids are here too but i aint taggin them vaeLKEVJKLJ#snap sketches#posting this now and not obsessing over the details i need to SLEEP#please click/tap and zoom to read anything im sorry theres so much dialogue#i thought i was gonna finish this sooner but i went grocery shopping with my bro today and that took longer than expected !!!!#ALSO CHAT. if youre up to date on My Lore via my tags ... my prof's lettin me submit my assignment ... life's so good...#speaking of life being good i was giggling like stupid while drawing this . i named it 'this is stupid' and i stand by that#this is so unserious im gonna make myself throw up ITS SO CORNY i make myself sick with what i draw <- will continue to do this#only god knows if this is even how that power of his works i just saw an opportunity and ran with it#the trick here is he doesnt even have to use any 'power' he can just do that to charles by default#however im making them be obnoxious about it. i am making them obnoxious over dramatic grandpas because i can#my only crime is loving the utter cheese and corniness of the 60s comics like God. anyways bye !!!!!!!#maybe one day ill finish that other comic i sketched for this weekend but i fear i wont have time to so next weekend me thinks ....#for now i hope you all enjoy this. goofy as hell nonsense jLAKJVEKLVJ
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Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 4 - Nuthin' but Boothill Edition
[Pt. 1] [Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]
#boothill#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr incorrect quotes#hsr memes#honkai star rail memes#hsr meme#honkai star rail meme#hsr textpost#hsr boothill#boothill hsr#hsr spoilers#hsr 2.2 spoilers#hmmm... don't think it's worth tagging the others in the 9th image. this ain't about them#still unsure abt how to do the alt text for these kinda posts properly but hopefully i'm improving#anyways. don't think i've ever seen heard and typed "cowboy' so many times in one day as i have while making this good lord#i did a bit of digging around and haven't Seen any of these done yet so. here's hoping that's the case!#i'm only ~3/4 of the way through the 2.2 main quest but the need to make these compelled me to put these out Now#i can already tell u that there Will be more of these for Boothill tho bc i'm crazy abt him. probably enough to make another dedicated post#but i'm gonna wait until i'm fully caught up on the plot (and will probably spoil myself for more of his character lore after that as well)#speaking of. i'm gonna go eat mac n' cheese and stay up too late playing through the rest of the main quest#i'm loving it so far. many thoughts head full abt it all but in a good way. hoping for more Boothill moments as we approach the end#he's def not the main character here but he is to Me okay. he is to me. i'm scarfing down every crumb he drops#i'm also suffering from Aventurine withdrawals out here. Argenti mentioning him was Interesting but i need More. Where Is He.#also. was Argenti intentionally not voiced or was it a game issue?? the hell was that. threw me off so hard when i couldn't hear him speak#anyways i'm getting off topic and wasting precious gaming time so i'll be takin' my leave now
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ive been thinking about the red string superstition recently and also sol bufo always and it makes me sick how uncannily caldwell tanner has made sol to perfectly target me personally
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#naddpod#ba2mia#ba2umia#solum bufo#swag daniels#calliope petrichor#calder kilde#alexandrite#posts by me dot com#okay..... SECRET TAGS RAMBLE!#so basically this superstition is like ... i think a chinese/buddhist/taoist superstition?#ive taken some creative liberties with it... but its mostly accurate to how its been told to me?#but of course theres lots of variations! some more abt bad luck; some say to tie it on the doorknob#etc etc ... lots a variations#i was also rlly interested in the .... weird illogic? of the thing?#like the red attracts and repels spirits at the same time#so thats something i was thinking about with too. red is assocuated with both swag and alexandrite. which to me was kinda reflecting like#i think what murph said . swags place in the wild is in a way. an extension of what he learned from the network#mothership s inextractivle from sol and swags lives. they will always be held doen by it. thats the spirit that will follow them forever#that they choose to hold on too! as much pain as it brought ... some of the experience was worth it#and anyway. theres somethingwrong w me that the minute someone brought up this superstition my brain went#'ohhh just like sol!' < needs to touch grass moment#but i CANT BELIEVE. CALDWELL DID THE RED STRING. AND ITS LITERALLY A MOURNING RITUAL#caldwell keeps accodentally makig that frog ASIAN. to MEEEE!!!!!!#but. anyway. idk. ive always hced sol kept the piece of yarn and it makes me kinda .... what if y let the malicious spirits follow you.#and haunt you. what if its the closest you can get to keeping the person still around#and sol and swag obviously have so much about homes .... so!#(ok. weve reached the pt where maybe nobodys reading? so confession is this is sort of a well. ive just been doodling this comic everyday#after a wake. and it was sort of inspired after realising i was even a bit sad about it maybe. so. idk its about sol but also?#i guess the projection doesnt end at him being asian. hehe. is what i mean. LOL. okay secret tags over . buried lore. dont look here folks)
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Hi y'all, I just wanted to talk a little about the behind the scenes of what I've been up to, to give y'all a little transparency and to open myself up for any tips or input! 🙏 Thank you for your continued support and for taking the time to look at my art 🫶
First and foremost I wanted to give some transparency about my art capacity.
As og followers may remember, I started this blog when I was doing art full time. Eventually my living expenses grew and I had to go back to work. I find myself in a cycle of "I'll make more art soon, once I get a job!" And "I'll make more art soon, once I am done with this job!" I lost my most recent job suddenly, having had an extension waved over my head until the last day(October 7th). Now I'm excited to have more time for art, but I am also feeling a rush to get a new job ASAP as I've been living paycheck to paycheck. I dream of doing this work full time, I'm just scared it's not quite there yet and I worry that I come off as scammy or dishonest when I anticipate more stability around the corner.
Second, I've been struggling with the Patreon. It's taken me a while to come to terms with this, but from what I've seen Patreon is not intuitive at all from the creator end. It doesn't do a good job of organizing addresses, emails, showing who or who isn't subscribed to me, or organizing and displaying the work I put on there. I've been really shocked by this experience, since lots of big names use Patreon. It's been a great way to streamline support, but it's been unhelpful in every other regard. I would like to continue using it, but I will most likely post more wips or process videos there in the future.
Which brings me to my third point, zines. I love making zines so much, it feels personal and fulfilling and fun! However the Patreon issues make it harder to keep information in order about where to send zines, or even where to message folks about them. In addition to this, the post office has been a big barrier to me, oftentimes only being open at the same time as my dayjob. Making zines can take days, then sending them out is a whole other monster.
This work is so important to me. Drawing peoples fantasies, representing body types, creating work around sexuality and the human experience feels like what I'm meant to do. I've made comics since I was a kid. This is the dream to me. The friends I've been able to make through this work are so important to me, and the conversations have been invaluable. Not to mention fun! I wanna doodle, I wanna draw hot stuff, I wanna thirst over these dudes! I want to play!
But I also just want to be transparent about the barriers I'm working around to share that experience. I'm completely self taught, both in art AND in running shops, building websites, running 8 accounts, etc. I take a lot of time to learn the logistics of these things, and try to make them make sense for my relationship with y'all (I do not want to paywall my art!! I don't want to!!!). This year my desktop broke down (the main one I use for all paintings and digital art). I've paused my Etsy shops and my Patreon to try to catch up with things. Trying to learn to paint in a completely different program. Then lost my job with no savings.
At the end of the day I don't want anything to come between me sharing my art with you. I wish I could doodle a thing, take a picture, and post it here. No third party site, no shop, no subscription. Just sharing my art with you. I promise I'm trying to figure out how to stay as close to that as possible, and I want to thank y'all for sticking with me as I untangle all of that.
So, what can you expect in the near future?
I'm working on a couple of painting commissions right now, which you should be able to see in the next couple of days! I want to catch up on kinktober and get those posted as well. There's a comic commission in progress which I'm very eager to work on, and which I think y'all will be excited for! To ease the weight of the Patreon I think I may do less zines/polls there and more wips and process videos! If possible, I want to do more full colored work too.
Thank you again for enjoying my work, and if you have any input or tips my inbox is always open 🙏🫶💕
#long post#info#marco lore#i wish i had time to edit this and make it nice#i just wanted to be open with yall about how much work this takes and that im trying to make it more doable#i don't want to overpromise stuff with patreon or shops and if im late sending stuff i never ever want it to come off as intentional or mali#malicious or as a scam#im just trying very hard to like ...survive. financially. and then trying to make all the logistics of thos big machine work. and then keep#up with commissions and shops and printing and mailing#god i wish i had employees but jts just me#i hand draw everything and then post it here to the word press to the ig and crop and caption and tag#then to the Patreon if it makes sense to or to the tiktok back in the day#and the formatting is all different#and i get messages across all of these platforms and I'm trying to learn a new way of painting on the fly#on top of that im supposed to be running my two Etsy shops too which im not right now because..broadly gestures#my nervous system can only take losing a job so often. the rug was really pulled feom under me in this one. i thought id have more time#i don't want to sound like I'm whining and i don't want to give up on all of this#i want to be very very very clear that art is what i love and who i am and what i want to do#i want to be posting on the daily again#i just need to evaluate what that looks like everytime life changes#I'm seriously so grateful for those of y'all that have joined the Patreon or bought stuff from the shop i really don't mean to drop the ball#so many times#y'all have literally been the difference between me making rent or not and I'm so worried that i don't make enough art to give back to that#relationship#im trying my best#okay anyways im posting this
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Mani voice Collect My Pages
ELABORATE. ELABORATE FUCKING SHITPOST. That I simultaneously put WAY too much effort/thought into, while just. Giving up and half-assing it near the end LMFAOO
This was. An extremely funny characterization realization moment for me though, writing something else w Mani. The thought of, "Wait why the fuck does it have the same exact cadence of the Green M&M post???"
Anyways I absolutely cheated by editing this LMFAOO I'll put the typically edited version under cut! (For lighting/color correcting ect ect) Also a link to the post I'm reffing!
#okay. so minimal maintags. bc i am in some deep shit and mani is here. BUT. BUT. EXCITED ABOUT THIS#if i wasn't sticking to warm pallets for this thematically. i really wish the chaise was green... a deep green....#BUT. do you see what i was attempting here.... how much alfonse sticks out. ect ect.#i was split between coloring in the skin or making it extra monochrome. and tbh i do think maybe i overworked it....#esp for what i was aiming to do here.... some sort of sepia shit.... but that is also SO. SO OUTSIDE OF WHAT I USUALLY DO. IN GENERAL.#i FEEL like... maybe i'm onto something esp bc i think it would be cool to have that visual distinction#but i also don't know how strictly i'll follow that. i would need to refine it a lot too i think.#also if you wanna. get extra extra lore about it. beyond just the Theming and what that says about mani as a character#i was thinking of my mom's house too. she loves antiques. not dolls but like. she's very into the style/furniture.#the dolls are more my thing. the mannequin as well. i'm not a collector per se but it's about the Lore here#esp w moe's sewing hobby.#like... do you SEE. how everything is lining up. how it's all coming together. in. a fucking green m&m shitpost.#anways last bit of daylight i'm forcing myself to go outside. for at least an hour.#THE ABSOLUTE STATE. OF SHUT IN I AM.#mani tag#fe alfonse#summoner oc#kind of.#my art#my comics#suicidal imagery
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i could azujamify these songs watch
#shit i'll even make a whole au out of it#should i yap abt the lore here#no one gets to answer that. i'll do it anyway#lore summary of both songs ic u haven't listened to them: cassandra (pink) is a wish-granting witch. she runs a café and hana#(vflower looking person) is her first customer. they become a regular n the two hit it off#after a while hana reveals that they were suffering with a terminal illness (it was never specified i think)#cassandra reveals that she's a witch - hana's like oh cool#and they spend the rest of hana's hana's remaining months with each other#oh and did i mention that they're in love#anw hana dies and cassandra is grieving so she goes on to use her wish-granting magic to. well. grant wishes#all the person needs to do is sign a contract - and the fee for a wish is a human heart. killed by the person's hand.#and if they don't get the heart by the deadline then cassandra takes /their/ heart instead#she does this many times n none of her attempts work#the story ends w hana's ghost telling cass to stop the contracts n move on#and other bittersweet stuff happens idk i don't wanna use too much of the tags ueueuu#twst#twisted wonderland#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#twst azul#twst jamil#azujami#jamiazu#ashenviper#vaunteir's non-art thangz#that summary was so rushed i'm so sorry#there was a pinned comment w a summary of the lore in the caffè latte video but it got deleted i think#anw i love vane lily sm
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Re: Chair Lore: Where is the Chair From?
I was joking about the seat looking like a sim chair, but after doing some research, I'm almost 100% sure they just took seats from a 2012 Ferrari 458 and put them on plexiglass platforms 😭
I couldn't find any pics that look *exactly* like the chair itself, but I think these are pretty similar, no?
It's going to bug me so much that I can't find the exact chair UGH, like with the white stripe in the middle, you know? But yes anyways, this is my theory.
*fyi, I'm planning a drawing with this chair and my thought process with finding reference is always "this has to be exactly perfect and 100% accurate" so thats why I'm being incredibly specific and over-detailed about this 😭 please don't think I'm weird
#THIS HAS GONE ON WAY TOO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭#im sitting here like. did i really spend ~30 mins looking at fucking car seats#i just need to find proper reference okay!! so i can do the chair justice!!!#well anyways derangement part 2: somehow even worse#i think im also going to make a comp post with him in 2013 w the chair#bcs i was looking at them and EEEEEEE so many cute pics!!!!!#also yeah lol felipe had one too. equality 🙏#but also I need to remind myself. its literally ferrari with ferrai chairs that for all i know could be custom#i would love if i do all this inane research and dont even end up finishing my drawings 😭😭#they live in my head and haunt me daily <3 im just scared i cant portray perfectly so!#someone left a tag on the other lore post about how they wish they could care abt anything as much as i care abt the chair#and im like HEY...okay fine youre not wrong#f1#formula 1#fernando alonso#catie.rambling.txt#normal posts that catie normally makes in a normal fashion
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What would u do if I told you I'm about to adopt another baby?
#emma. emma emma#she has always been so sweet and cute and and#TODAY MILO AND I WATCHED STAGE PLAY AND THE EPISODE WAS FOCUSED ON ROBBIE AND EMMA#AND. IT MAKES ME THINK THAT EMMA REMINDS HIM OF HIS SISTER (BEFORE HE DIED) AOUGH#and Andrew... having a sister... oh gos#Milo was to one who said this but#he looks so surprised but sounds almost happy. and that makes me so ill#also. they remind me a little of silver red and crystal#silver being andrew crystal being emma and red being robbie#like. robbie is the lonely kid who doesn't seem to have anyone to be by his side and to support him#emma is the sweetest and even when she feels bad is always there to support thw others and it's almost like a leader in her own way#and andrew. well. he is the lonely sad guy who had a terrible childhood and IDK HIS PERSONALITY REMINDS ME SO MUCH TO SILVER TOO#I'm so insane rn#I don't know much of Emma's lore. I need to read it#but the idea of the 3 of them being family.... aough#I know that Wu Chang Ursa and Magnolia and Luchino are kinda taking care of robbie and Andrew almost at the same time#well. Robbie is more like Luchino's baby and Magnolia is more like Andrew's aunt BUT#AOUGJHH#I DON'T CARE. ALL OF THEM ARE MY KIDS AND TAKE TURNS TO TAKE CARE OF THEM WIWIWIIW#EMMA COME HERE YOU ARE GOING HERE TOO#🕳️ // blah blah#(☆) 。.゚— Andrew Kreiss#(☆) 。.゚— Robbie#should I make a tag for Emma?#yeah why not#(☆) 。.゚— Emma Woods
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Headcanons for either or both of the Dane twins?
Going beneath a cut, because somehow this turned into 3k of Astrid stream-of-consciousness musings on ruling her city, bracketed with Holland's disgusted dead-pan snark.
The very worst thing, Holland thinks in the bleakest moments, is that the Danes aren't the worst rulers Makt has ever had.
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Athos alone probably would be. He is the lord of infinite, fruitless defiance, and if the city wants to give him such gifts as rebellion, who is he to say no? He will simply fight them all as entertainment between bouts of indulging his insatiable curiosity about artifacts. Emerging victorious would soothe his terror that everyone lost the throne eventually even if it left the city in ruins and more corpses than living people.
But if Athos is lord of defiance, Astrid is lady of small mercies.
From the moment the old man was dead, Astrid knows she will show none of his faux love and camaraderie to her subjects. They might love her in return, and those who love a queen want to see it reflected back, need her words of praise for their devotion no matter how they prattle simple service will suffice.
Such displays are tedious, love reserved for Athos alone.
But gratitude? Gratitude has its uses.
She and her brother want to leave their mark on this world (and its people). If her brother's little stone is as strong as they believe, one day folk privileged to suffer beneath their blades may show their scars with pride and whisper what a gift they were given by Makt's saviors.
If they do not, well. More fool them.
But in the meantime, even an Antari cannot hold off a hundred angry citizens, if they decided to mob. And sometimes, the Danes satiation requires a few missing loved ones. And inevitably, discontented souls decide there must be new blood. In especially unfortunate moments, those close to traitors have chosen to mewl about her brother's punishments and must be put down in their turn.
Her beloved Athos never understood how the body forgets pain. Men and women drink. They promise themselves the blood they saw running in the gutter was not as red as all that. Besides, it will not happen to them. To live in this city is to become deaf to screams, even your own.
Look at her brother's pretty thing. How many times has Athos made him scream? (Enough it's added a permanent, graveled edge to his voice, Antari or no.) And still she and Athos catch those glimpses of defiant hatred that are almost better than the blood for her twin.
Profound appreciation, by contrast? Thankful obligation at holding a living, breathing child, where a month ago there was dying skin and bones? That will make a man hesitate before joining a revolution.
Appreciation may even bind the Antari better than the spell of which Athos is so proud.
'Obey and protect my sister' Athos always says when he won't be close to repeat an unheeded command.
Still, she has seen how he can resist myriad precautions binding every joint and muscle and bone ! Athos's will. Seen the foolish delays, misinterpretations. Seen him dare, if Athos' words are closer to suggestions ignore them outright, force her brother to the clearest possible command. She suspects he can withstand even better as Athos' proximity fades.
Wasted breaths are risk, when blood is in the balance. Fortunately, she is no fool, wrapping herself in enough amulets calling him to her aid is rarely necessary. He rides beside her to prove that even the Dane with slightly less black in her veins can easily control their demon.
But at almost every sign of threat, he moves unprompted. Not because he fears her brother's retribution, not because the seal compels. He comes too swiftly for either of those. Holland Vosijk comes because he knows if she died, he would never throw alms to the city that hates him. No subsidized wheat; Athos would love watching the men and women he trains to ride behind them—never beside, no one is given enough knowledge to stand as equal to they two—into Arnes—divide the city into wedges and make the people under their control scrabble and beg.
When she first saw the stacks and stacks of carefully labeled payments to spell-crafters and curse-makers, she'd thought none of Athos' experiments would be needed. The old man had found a way to open the doors, and now he was dead, and they could simply ride into Arnes and snatch the glory.
But a magical payment for each farmer to feed the city as a whole, rather than their chosen hoard, wasn't the worst idea. And Astrid would happily put the dead's ideas to fine use.
She graciously allows the pretty former knight over-see it, so long as he remembers the queen is always watching.
(Though when speaking of food and goods of all kinds, it is her brother who shines in trade. His tactic is so very simple. So very effective. A merchant enters the throne room. Athos informs them what they will bring to the city. Should they complain or protest, he does not even deign to blink. Merely says: "Unbutton your shirt." And while the merchant is gawping and spluttering, the Antari bears his Seal.
"Do you know what this is?" her brother asks, gently.
By the time he has demonstrated the Seal to his satisfaction—such a thorough tutor to the less accomplished, her twin— the question of whether the merchant's trade might improve under Athos' control does not need asking.
Once, Athos slipped a request for a woman's first-born into a contract revision and she signed without even looking, so desperate to flee from the throne before she had matching runes. She even dutifully paraded the child to the castle six months later. Athos had no interest now she behaved so well, but Astrid found gratitude at keeping her child made her a most excellent spy. within the city.)
And then there are the sick. Perhaps the Antari would be allowed his little preoccupation if her brother ruled alone, assuming the family were desperate enough to contribute a person to his servants' ranks. But even mindless, there's something in his guards that hungers to live, ducking blades and attacks on instincts most would swear puppets could not have. He rarely needs replacement.
On those occasions a petitioner dares bring the ill to their attention, Astrid takes whatever their pathetic tribute is. With gloves, of course, because assassins lurk everywhere. Takes the faded, wilted flowers and oddly shaped rocks with the tiniest bit of color lurking in stone veins from the children—so many are children, young and unscarred enough to believe facing the twins and their demon is a price gladly paid even as those they keep alive will likely betray them eventually.
Adults, when they come, bring carefully knitted blankets and finely spun clothes. Once, there were even the most lovely hair combs, made of some creature's shell far from the south the woman called a tortoise. Why she would surrender them for a squalling brat who has years and years to die while she has nothing else to barter, Astrid cannot guess. But she passed the combs to Albiz, her brother's favorite among the spell-working salon, to check for curses and let Holland do his work.
There are not many such petitioners, but every one will go back into the city and whisper of the queen's mercy, how she always stood between them and the demon, and when it was done, their friend or child or lover was alive. Whispers that will still other's discontent.
She keeps almost all those talismans, unless something catches her brother's fancy. Carves spells into the stones, wraps herself in the blankets, wears the finely made trousers.
Though she has little use for wilted posies. "Keep them," she says gently, savoring Holland's second flickering of desperate relief at being handed a token not steeped in blood.
Funny, how he is even responsible for Astrid's proudest creation, though he disdains her falcons. The complement to her brother's court of favored scholars and magicians. Where her brother's is equally spread between men and women, barely any of her falcons are men. Men are so terribly squeamish about having their bodies borrowed. And all her falcons wear a possession charm, so she may see any part of the city through their eyes whenever she wishes.
She could simply force her will, toss a charm over any likely-looking neck. But she wants keen servants, who will willingly call her attention to matters of interest. Made hungry enough from being overlooked they have the grit to never utter a word of complaint when she enters them abruptly. To never fight when she raises their hands or opens their mouths. To fall upon her prey in whatever manner she requires and ask no questions.
The obedience Athos must bind, given freely.
In return, they shall never starve, never offer their measly tributes to free family from pain, never serve anyone's will but she and Athos.
Years later, the keenest ferocity of them all, her magicless, intrepid Gudrun, under the thumb of a father who craved a drudge incapable of disobedience until she went to the market and ran to rumors of Astrid's glove, nets her flower boy. Whispers the most ridiculous, delightful story about forbidden letters and a knight-turned hound's vices that sees Astrid smiling even days later as she prepares to fully possess a prince. Whispers it with the sweet conviction she must have displayed to her father before Astrid murmurred he could not touch her. To do all the things she must have dreamed. (He learned then a knife could make even a magicless woman a man's greatest terror and Gudrun snarled in delight.) Whispers until the Antari falls to her talons, while Astrid watches from half a city away.
What she wants is easy. What she will call them does not come to her until after Holland's third visit to Arnes, feeling her brother's hand squeeze hers in delight at the wonders of this red city. Both their fingers ache pleasantly from expressing such delight at the hours-long recitation, as they have each time her brother told the Antari to 'account for each moment in the Red City'.
The prey-vulnerable Red Royals must think they are predators, dawdling with their letters, letting 'Master Holland' wander the city while they mull their answers, thinking themselves so safe with their doors. She would mock them more, save their complacency makes for beautiful tales.
Later, he will learn to speak of Arnesian wonders in a monotone as though they were fool enough to believe the city left him any less awestruck than they. But in these early days, even he cannot help closing his eyes at the thought of the fat, juicy rabbits a hunting party carried with them. Or perhaps it is the juice running in rivulets across her brother's fingers and lips as he savors the last few bites of apple. So sweet, that juice, when he had pressed it to her lips for the first bite. She had laughed until her sides ached, spun him about the throne room. She would offer her brother a bite of her own pasty—what a marvelous idea, to tell his pretty thing he must fetch back two things he had enjoyed most for them—but even three trips in, she knew his tastes ran to sweet and savory, not the burn that accompanied her meat and vegetables.
"Did you like it because it burned, pretty thing? Because everything in their world should carry the burn of their betrayal?" she had asked, hours ago, and relished the hiss of breath when he forced the Seal to jerk his head in affirmation.
"Even as you could not help wanting the sweet," Athos had laughed, graciously smearing some of the juice in a lingering kiss at the corner of the Antari's mouth. She could see the red shine of it still. Will he clean it away the second he is alone, or be unable to resist the last taste of sweetness even as he hates himself for it? she wondered, and then the Antari's voice cracked, and Athos gestured that he might fill one of the glasses beside the water pitcher and she exhaled her disappointment.
"We will scry his room and see what he does another day," Athos whispered, and of course he too had wondered if his pretty thing could resist temptation.
"The leader had a bird on his arm," the Antari continued barely a moment later, setting the emptied glass on the table and before he was done explaining how such a fierce thing rested so easily for bits of meat, she was striding to Athos' scrying basin, pulling Holland behind. "Clever, pretty thing, seeing what I need. Falcons."
Such beautiful ferocities, and she tried to touch the feathers even as she knew she would only ripple the water. "As Tosal," her brother said softly, pressing against her back and she blinked.
"Mhmm?"
"He will go back tonight and bring you one with As Tosal. It will make the bird still and silent, but not turn it to stone."
"Was it your favorite, when you made him demonstrate all his mysterious tricks to the salon?"
"You know me so well. We will send him jingling with compulsion coins and they will be none the wiser."
"It isn't a fruit I can have forgotten in a pocket if something goes wrong."
"Then you will not let it go awry, Holland. Do you think a week's silence on his return would make him more or less inclined to state the obvious. It is so very dull."
"More, to spite you. It is what comes of wanting a pet who bites. Athos, come here." She held her mad, foolhardy brother, who would weave a plan in an instant and risk all his great discoveries to bring her something marvelous without her even needing to ask, close to her chest. "The pretty thing is not wrong. Besides, I do not need a falcon, love, only their design. For my court. Can he-"
"Of course. Tell us the rest of the trip later. For now-"
"Holland-" This once, for bringing her such a gift, she will grant his name, since he has so little liking for her sobriquet, "Find the best silver smith in the city. A falcon, in flight. On a chain, small enough to slip beneath a shirt. Bring a finished one for approval by lunch tomorrow."
It was midnight, he would have to roust the Shal's leader from a warm bed to find a smith he would also disturb, he was tired. If the Antari thought any of these things, he did not say them, simply turned on his heel and left.
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In the next seven years, Holland Vosijk can count, with fingers to spare, those Astrid Dane invites to her glove who flee the invitation. (Athos always let his magicians come grovelling, but Astrid's falcons were always keen-eared for new recruits) Perhaps it is his worst delusion, thinking they, too, see how much blood runs at the margins of a people who, if not content, are at least not especially restless.
There is fountains worth from the one hundred eighty-two killed by the Danes personally, and his sixty-four. The blood of fools who ran their mouths too freely to the innocuous-looking barmaid or shopkeeper or grandmother before a little silver charm emerged. Blood of crows know how many drunk by Athos' magicians for power.
When forced to collaborate or unearth magic, he can most easily hold his control near lady Albiz, who makes the job no crueler than necessary, heeds advice, and returns her dead to their people or buries them herself. And she still snuffed out two Maktahns the day she swanned into Athos' service. He will not forget that because she grants an ounce of respect.
Two lives she'd taken, that were merely one crime, on one day of two thousand five hundred fifty-five. Still full of all that blood, she'd strolled into morning court in a ragged tunic and skirt, pupils glassy from the sudden torrent of magic into a body that knew only a trickle.
Like Alox.
Fifteen and cocksure with it like him, too.
"I heard there was a place here for those who could take it. I'll be your best magician if you'll let me take enough. I'm tired of running dry."
There had always been people not even the king's knight could stop, no matter how it choked him to admit it. He could have wandered the streets, never sleeping, and still not stopped all the blood being shed. And sometimes. Sometimes, they had something Vor needed and he turned a blind eye and Holland fled to Arnes to be in a world where kings didn't have to allow atrocities for the greater good. Until the ache to smell ash and steel and the fear Vortalis was dead in his absence swamped the rage and tugged him home.
But Vortalis would never have leaned in and inhaled the blood clinging to her like a bouquet, licked the red from the corner of her mouth, mirth echoing off the walls until Holland's head throbbed when she moved like a desperate, striking snake to try for a kiss. As though he'd let it be stolen back from his tongue. Would never have said, for all to hear: "Defiant little thing, aren't you? You're the third most beautiful person I've seen all month."
How many lives might be saved, if Albiz and worse weren't infesting the city? How many slum magicians had killed some unwitting neighbor, watching them preen and knowing Athos and Astrid Dane would never care, so long as they were not challenged as the greatest sorcerers of the land?
Deluded or no, it is those few refusals Astrid grumbled over and insisted he keep an eye on ("If they dare not serve, they must have plans of their own. Look harder, pretty thing, and you'll find the rot they're tangled in.") he seeks when he returns for kingship. Hopes their refusal meant more than a disdain for fancy jewelry. Because Athos and Astrid Dane aren't the worst rulers Makt had, but he will be better by far.
#did you want? 3k of Astrid? Probably not#did I plan for "I'll drop a bucket of head-canons to turn into 3k of writing this utterly amoral but oddly compelling woman?#nope. nope I fucking did not. also didn't plan for the side characters that apparently make up Athos and Astrid's court in my head now#but here we fucking are. debuting the project which has obsessed my every free brain cell for the last two weeks#notes on names in here: Albiz is proto-Norse. meaning otherworldly/eerie.#which was perfect from the moment I conceived that first image of her in court#Gudrun is both Norse for battle and secret lore#which again. how could I resist when I realized who she was? This is the result of being obsessed! for months with: but who is the ADSOM#lady in the blue cloak?#Holland Vosijk#Astrid Dane#(because apparently I need a tag for her too now)#Athos Dane#for triggers: can we just go with they're Astrid and Athos they're their own warnings#getting way the fuck too touchy without permission. random dehumanization via refusal of given names#casual discussion of gruesome murder#etc. etc.#Shades of Magic
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ty for tagging me @justgleekout teehee 🥰🥰🥰🥰 it's been so long since i did smth like this lmao
Rules are post gifs from your 10 favorite shows without naming them, then tag 10 people.
also idk if i even have 10 shows i would like enough to put here but we'll see lol c:
that's 7 but i don't rly have others i would say are favorite tv shows atm so i'm just gonna repeat from these LMAO
beep beep boop boop i'm not gonna tag anyone bc i feel like i barely interact here anymore and i feel awkward abt tagging lol 😭😭😭 naur but if you see this and want to do it at all i tag you fr <33
#I NEED THIS J/ATP REWATCH SOON OR I WILL EXPLODE#LOOKING AT GIFS MAKES ME CRAZY#LOOKING AT PICTURES SOMETIMES THE FICS I READ HAVE LIKE IG POSTS AND STUFF#AHHHHHHH I MISS THEM SO FUCKING MUCH#i miss them to pieces so much that *i'm* the one in pieces#jeanne talks#tag games#long post#yall i haven't actually thought abt gIee that much in so long LOL#but had to put it on here i feel like this is like actively shows i've rewatched recently and love#/ have made part of my personality/lore LOL#which is rly just gIee all of the others i have rewatched like this year 💀#if i had access to gIee i totally would have rewatched it too tbh#why is this kinda making me want to rewatch y/oung sheIdon again......... i've literally done that like i think 3 times this year 💀💀💀💀#it's just so fun to have on in the background LOL#maybe once i finish od/aat which i'm rewatching rn again lmaooooo#it's the need for background noise it's the need to not think abt my life 😀😀😀😀😀😀#will not be surprised if youn/g sheIdon happens again#once i get to j/atp rewatch tho i'll probably also rewatch that 293865394874 times#but i wanna rewatch for the first time in 203857649874098 years w my friends i think it'll be fun lol
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man i want to make an animatic about my ocs so bad
#my post#the lore is stored in the tags#the wondrous oc tag#madineau#that would require knowing literally anything about the plot though#i could maybe make something with reworked october hills? rip peyton and rory and austin and grace they were cut for being irrelevant </3#mm but id need a good song and idk#i do have an animatic wip for madineau but i dont even know how that endssssssssssssssssssss#explodes and dies#guys i think im gonna kill off everin and not revive her. i think she just dies. i think it happens too late in the story to bring her back#itd drag on forever#and the others just have to live with that. they have to carry that.#but do they go home? i think they do they have no more stake in this kingdom#fucking. rip andoras though. oh poor guy hes all alone.#he wouldnt go with them. he hates the sib squad on evs behalf. oh nooooo but then he would just Get Worse :(#i mean he has A and B! so hes not totally alone. they can- they can be supportive and shit#maybe i can hint at them maybe. wanting to riseup against the new kings?#PERPETUATING THE CYCLE 💪💥💪🔥🔥‼️🔥💥💥💪💪💪#oh my god#did i just write the fucking ending for this#....#ive had this as a wip for three fucking years. did i just write the fucking ending. in the tags on a tumblr post#IVE BEEN DEBATING WITH MYSELF ON HOW TO END THIS SHIT FOR THREE YEARS#AND THIS IS HOW WE GET HERE??#FUCKIGN. I GUESS!!#ALL BECAUSE I WANTED TO ANIMATE?????
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Zilla is the Flotsam and Jetsam to Velvette's Ursula lol.
Lmaooo kind of? In a song where they manipulate an innocent person she would be for sure
#ask#hazbin hotel#velvette#oc#ive been thinking of their dynamic lately actually but i'll hide my ramblings here in the tags for the poor souls that don't care at all#so the funny thing about them is that they dont need each other at all#they have their own thing in different rings and theyre fine with it#but they do have a blast when they hang out#which is kinda torturous for them specifically bc theyre so self centered and controlling and selfish#that admitting that they JUST LIKE someone with no ulterior reason is humiliating#and any excuse they can make to see each other is flimsy at best#like 'hey help me get more souls and you can throw darts at them later' they can do that on their own. they dont need the other to do that#i imagine they try not to bring up it to preserve their own egos#in a more playful moment zilla would be like oohh you like meee and velvette would deny deny deny#in a more serious moment they both have rock hard evidence that the other likes her too and they both know it#if one ego goes down the other does too#this would be like...the first stages of liking each other i think#and when they get together theyd be like 'ok i have soft mushy feelings for this one person but that aside#im still the greatest overlord/murderous mastermind whatever'#until theyre defeated by the good guys i guess#what can i say i think evil friends to lovers to losers is hilarious#soooorry if you read this long ass thing#im hyperfixated and i have so many zillete thought and so much zilla lore in my pocket#i needed to puke a little bit out
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Ok the doodle dump posting is really fun actually, so here's some from maths
#al art#al ocs#tf2#tf2 oc#im not tagging this one in full#since its kinda more lore heavy theres more oc in here than tf2 i think so no class tagging its cool#speaking of this isnt my maths jotter (i actually dont know what i did with it once i didnt need it anymore) this is my media jotter since-#-it sees practically no use in class and is a good go-to doodle jotter (also makes it look like im revising in maths instead of drawing)#since im too wary of prying eyes to completely fill up pages with drawings alot of space is taken up by tons of notes and lore!#(some of which you can see can off in the images)#so if any of yous wanna see those lemme know (its. mostly conflict stuff. as to be expected)#but uhh yeah! funny guys#i do find the inter and extra team relationships really fun!#cerys#skye#sonya#milk#solly#walt#effie#faye#milo#elio#conan#oh thats meant to say cut off*
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ACT 2 OVER LETSGOOOO
#also so funny if they destroy the island... goodbye plan because there is no island anymore lmao#where is luffys sword.....#you know its actually so good how you can excuse someone robbing graves lmao i mean its for a noble cause#one piece's first vegetarian wolf#omg.... goodbye wolfie.... and they won't even know...#talking tag#watching one piece#episode 953#episode 954#HOW DID LAW GET OUT???.#last time i saw him he was bleeding and pathetic chained on the floor.... as he should be...#FUCKING APOO WAS THE TRAITOR??? lmaooo#hawkins talking about how he got betrayed and the hitting law with the 'so how are you and your bestie doing'#AND WHO IS THAT????? LAW NO BETRAYAL LAW....#usopp just on franky's back as he works ajdhsk thats his son fr...#alwo where is nekomamushi..... and who is denjiro...... come on we need the nine samurais man#kaido and mom made up??? apoo you fucking traitor.... enter stage left also his theme sounds like it was made in garage band#WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE CREATURES#yonkou alliance this is going down.... its so over#episode 955#momo missing his anoying sister omg....#zoro is here???? where is hiyori??? did he get her sword??? sanji being nice to momo to get with his sister ajdhsksjsk TO JAIL!!!#wait kiku is here too... did luffy just stay there to train??? luffys sword is fine thank god akdhsk#zoro getting another weird fucked up sword... why zoom in om his nipple also....#hiyori master troll... yeah give us back the nation's sacred sword and you can get the sword that sucks out your soul and spirit in exchange#'once i get used to it' YOU HAVE FIVE DAYS#tama making hats for everyone.... ace.... omg#it is time.... i am so scared.... hiyori HIT IT!!!#WADO AND ENMA SISTERS????? LORE!!!! ORISHI KNOWS!!!! FUCK OFF!!! luffy training looks so cool... where is law.... kid...#episode 956
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Playing Inquisition for the first time (past finding Skyhold) 9 years after it came out is so fucking wild.
I know, vaguely, what's going on due to the nature of Spoilers Don't Matter After A Few Years/seeking out spoilers bc they help me determine if something is worth my time/general (casual) fandom osmosis...but also it has been years since I looked into anything seriously/people discussed anything in a way that's not at all dissimilar to ASOIAF Fandom Decade Long Wait Brain Worms, so I am just being blindsided by half the information I feel like I already knew at some point (& probably had hidden deep in the recesses of my brain).
#personal#i still take massive umbridge with some story choices#(do not upset the lore/tell me information i have known as The Rules of your setting are secret lies actually!#it makes me feel like i wasted my time)#(but if i don't get bogged down in that before i even get there & ignore that it plays very differently from dao & da2#i DO have a lot of fun. like i am enjoying myself...my gripes are just waiting to come out though)#(also a few not We Upset The Natural Order story gripes are there too)#(like bioware wanted you to be a human warrior who's a hardcore andrastian so bad in this one it makes them look stupid#they always wamt that imo but it was BLATANT in this one)#(also why is morrigan here? i wanted to be done with Morrigan)#(& the ending technically being hidden behind dlc that i cant access on the only platform i have atm...a lot of the dlc gripes are ea tho)#enough complaining tho im not EXPLICITLY in the tags to gripe#i also need to say that i accidentally made my inquisitor be free marcher!white woman!dorian & thats hilarious#i have not separated them since his personal quest I'm pretty sure that's her emotional support tevinter at this point#misa plays dai
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