#I was on a roll for a hot minute

[doodle17]

Could you maybe tell us what future Raz and Lilis relationship is like now?

*vibrating with excitement*

Putting this under a read more because it might be really long hemngh

So I'd decided to study their characters and how they interact a little more (mostly from the second game, but a little bit of the first too) and think about how their relationship would develop as they got older.

I came to the conclusion that I want to portray them as two people who have some level of affection for the other, but don't have time to focus on being sappy "boyfriend and girlfriend" because of work. The "fun" part their relationship ended waaaay back when they were 18-ish and went from Junior Agents to Official Psychonauts. It ain't exactly easy to go on dates and save the world at the same time y'know, and both of them have a lot of personal stuff going on.

Raz is almost always busy. Constantly filling out paperwork, running around in Sasha's lab, doing agent stuff, Circus stuff, the WHOLE shebang. Lili, is still trying to get over her dad's retirement, as the while thing still feels very surreal to her. Not to mention Hollis and her dad trying to push her to become the next Grand Head, much to her dismay. It's not very easy to have a social life with that much going on to be 100% honest.

Theres also taking their very different personalities into account. Lili's "Fuck around and find out" and Raz's sticking to a solid plan type of methods tend to clash quite often, and many newcomers have a hard time telling whether or not they're dating or competing with eachother.

Lili is probably the most complicated woman Raz has ever worked with, and while he finds it endearing he also finds it incredibly exhausting. Sometimes, It feels like she'll do the exact opposite of what he tells her just to get a reaction out of him, out of spite. But it's not like she can help it. She absolutely hates being told what to do, and one of her least favorite things about Raz is when he decides to become "Mr. Boss man" and order everyone around during missions. Despite all of- that- however, they do end up having very successful missions!... Most of the time.

There's also the pressure to keep up professional appearances for their fellow agents and new interns. One thing the both of them can agree on, is that they'll avoid showing any PDA in front of their coworkers. They still cringe thinking about how a little too comfortable they were as kids, and how almost EVERYONE in the Motherlobe knew about it. Luckily, most of those people are retired, quit or fired, and gives the two a better chance to be a little more professional with their relationship in front of the newcomers, because if they have to hear, "You guys are like the next Sasha and Milla!" One more time...

This isn't to say that things are always rough and gloomy for them. They still have a very special connection, and after knowing eachother for half of their lives, it's not like they're going to get rid of the other anytime soon. So might as well make the most of it, eh? She'll never admit it out loud, but there's really no other person Lili would rather be tied up and dangling over a pool of pyrokenetic sharks with than Raz (which has actually happened before btw) There's no way you won't catch them holding hands or sneaking a quick kiss at least once.

Anyways, to sum all of this shishkabable up best I can: They're WAY too close to be considered "just coworkers", but they also have way too much going on to focus on a serious relationship at this time.

Good on you if you managed to read my nonsensical ramblings all the way through! Take a prize from the prize bin you deserve it 👏 👏👏

[abd-illustrates]

Going to make a proper promo post later, but wanted to give a quick heads-up that I'm likely going to be opening my Vgen for character art commissions sometime in the next few days!

If you follow my page over there it should notify you when slots open (^^)/

🍁 vgen.co/ABDillustrates

[serpentface]

WARDI WRITTEN LANGUAGE (BASICS).

Couya's full name (properly 'Haidamane Couya') written formally and with common handwriting conventions.

The Wardi written language derives from earlier proto-language systems consisting exclusively of logograms without direct phonetic meaning or grammatical structure. These symbols gradually became simplified and abstracted to the point of many having little intrinsic clarity, and combined to communicate abstract concepts.

The development of a full written language did not occur independently (as very few written languages do), and its phonetic elements (namely its use of syllabograms) were largely derived the 'ancient' Burri writing system, gradually synthesized with native writing conventions, and in the contemporary forms a wholly distinct system. The language's Relatively universalized form is a very recent phenomena, developing within the past two centuries with the region's conquering/unification into a single entity.

The contemporary written language is a mixture of logograms and syllabograms. It is read from right to left and arranged in horizontal columns. The most formal variant of this system contains each character within a square outline, usually separated by a small space. This outline confers little phonetic or symbolic information beyond making distinction between syllables exceptionally clear, and can be (and often is) omitted in handwriting. The separation of words is conveyed through a narrow rectangle or line in formal contexts, and again often omitted in handwriting (instead indicated instead by a wider blank space).

The pure logograms that have been retained in this writing system tend to be those of very common words or specific concepts (most logogram characters for types of livestock, key crops, water, major body parts, etc are widely recognized and in common use). There has not yet been any attempts to fully 'formalize' the language and omit potentially unnecessary logograms, and they remain frequently used as shorthand while conveying the same semantic information.

Many of the syllabogram characters are directly derived from logograms that depicted monosyllabic words. For example, the spoken word 'gan' means 'cow', and the character for the syllable 'gan' is identical to the common logogram for 'cow'.

The name Gantoche (literally "cow-eye") could be written either fully with syllabograms as:

or through logograms as:

Both ultimately communicate the same meaning, but the former clarifies pronunciation (the words gan and atoche are contracted, it's gantoche and not gan-atoche).

It is a relatively easy written language to learn, as the pure syllabogram characters indicate their own pronunciation with little ambiguity and often have consistency to their construction (ie the character for the syllable 'man' contains most of the same elements as that for the syllable 'wan'- the dot placement in particular has indication of the vowel sounds).

The inclusion of logograms in general and many of the syllabic characters being directly imported From logograms complicates matters. These characters lack visual consistency, and can be confusing to the large swath of the public who know common logograms but not the full written language itself. Ie: the word 'ungande' meaning 'liver' will be composed of logogram-derived syllable characters for 'un' (which alone means 'hand') and 'gan' (which alone means 'cow'). Someone who is only semi-literate in common logograms may be confused at the meaning, especially since these same exact same characters may be used elsewhere on their own to indicate 'hand' or 'cow'.

One major exception to this tendency is that current religious doctrine requires established logogram characters describing God to be used in place of syllabic characters. The word for god is 'Od', and has its own unique character (as do each of the Faces, the capital F 'Face', and Its deified pronoun). The syllable 'od' [oʊd] is very common in the Wardi language, and a wholly separate character is used for the phonetic sound when it is not a reference to the deity (ie 'lion' (odo [oʊdoʊ]) does not contain the same character for God in spite of its first syllable having the exact same pronunciation). Names are a bit of a gray area (ie: the name 'Odabi' is very common and carries the meaning of 'gift/blessing from God'). Religious leadership is currently experiencing a mild schism on whether the written character for God is separated due to being wholly sacrosanct (and thus inappropriate to include in the written form of a personal name) or as more of a functional delineation of the sacred and mundane.

[pyr0frnzy]

Sanji with paint markers this time hehe

[stormsandskies]

Small town William Wisp who knows the entire town and the entire town knows him, so when the little boy who used to run around the small park and through the fields with his friends changes overnight they notice. They notice his skin turn pale, not a typical winter pale that comes from lack of sunlight and being indoors all the time, but the pale that leaves barely a flush to the skin as if his heart isn’t beating like it once was. They notice his lack of energy, how little he goes outside now, they notice his heavy black hoodie even in the southern heat.

At first, they assume he is sick, after all the Wisp parents look stressed and concerned more often than not. It doesn’t help when the school year rolls around and people find out he isn’t going to the school in the town and is instead going to the city

They see absolutely nothing of William after that, but the Wisp parents look beyond stressed constantly watching the news the moment a mention of an attack on Rockfell is made. They understand it must be stressful to know your kid could be out on the street when the attack occurred. Must be scary to think they’re out with friends when some villain and superhero come tumbling through the coffee shop wall. they don’t know the real reason, don’t know they’re watching their youngest son almost die again fighting the villain of the week.

One day after a trip to the city to see their sons the Wisps come back visibly shaken, as though something is wrong, Mrs.Wisp will not stop crying and her husband stands next to her side attempting to help but clearly on the verge of tears as well.

Throughout these two years, strange things had been happening around town, kids reporting they saw strange creatures walking around town, people claiming they saw some sort of glowing blue wisp floating around, and sights of horrific monsters just standing at the edge of the forest surrounding the town.

Then a while after the Wisps leave again and this time they do not come back before their town is ordered to evacuate. People pack up as quickly as possible, as if in a trance.

When they return it’s hard to miss the damage in the area. Despite the work done by the heroes to restore the town blood stains a clearing close by, the sign is scorched, and the body bags, so many line the streets as they work to identify and return the bodies to their families. William looks different, way different to the boy who left. His dark hair is streaked with white, his once brown eyes a shocking blue, a slightly jagged scar runs down the middle of his face and neck, more dot his arms and legs, he seems to float when he moves, and occasionally a small blue wisp will dart around him.

So the town notices and knows that the little boy they knew is changed forever, they also know that he saved the world with the other teens who stand beside him, just as scarred, and they know for certain they hate the so-called heroes who did this to these kids, to the boy who played tag with their kids, to the boy who made sure to say hello to everyone at the church cookout, to his friends that he cares about so deeply.

This small town knew an energetic kid and awkward teenager, now they know a still awkward but more confident almost adult, they knew a 15-year-old who disappeared for two years, now they know a 17-year-old who came back different, they knew William Wisp, now they know The Whisperer.

[writingweasel]

Look at him go!

[honkceasar]

Thinking about Gillions healing in riptide and un-healable injuries (riptide 108-ish spoilers I think???)

Do you think Gill kept trying to heal Jays leg even after he figured out it doesn’t work? Even after Jay tells him to stop because he’s tiring himself out and she doesn’t feel any different? Do you think he wonders why his magic doesn’t work on it?

Thinking about how, even though Gill getting skinned was extremely traumatic, he still was able to physically recover from it and it’s scarred up already. But Jays leg is still open and painful and festering. You Can See Her Bone. It’s not getting better and there’s nothing he can do.

Do you think he helps her change the bandages on it just so he can feel like he’s doing something to help? Maybe finds her a good makeshift cane/walking stick from the nasty Black Sea-ified trees. Carries her around when the pain seems to be getting too much for her.

Idk maybe this is nothing but I think he does. Gillion loves to help and treats the health/safety of his captains as a top priority. I think it would wreck him to be unable to heal a wound as bad as Jays currently is.

Also there should probably be another segment to this about chips current state but it is 4am and he wasn’t on my mind when I first thought about this so whoops

[twistedappletree]

The funniest “Jin Ling damsel in distress moment” is actually in the donghua on dafan mountain when Lan Jingyi kicks Jin Ling into the cave with so much force (infamous Lan Clan hamstrings?) that he just disappears??? I mean logically, he probably just fell on his face then got up and was like “screw this loser” and started exploring the cave for the heck of it but it’s so much funnier to imagine LJY kicking him so hard that he just rolled through the entire cave system for like 5 minutes straight until he crashed into the dancing goddess statue

[brechtian]

I mean this from the bottom of my heart if you never got to see damon daunno perform surrey with the fringe live I am so so sorry for your loss

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Let her grieve

[helpimtrappedinthetextbox]

(reenactment of what's going on in the fic area im writing rn)

Gillion, having a heartfelt moment: I love you Chip (more than the moon itself)

Chip, having major self worth issues: I'm sorry (you deserve better)

(this fic has been on going for at least 8 months(could be longer-), bc of writers block, and it's only about 65ish% done (Ｔ▽Ｔ) )

(Edit: I was wrong, it's only been 6 months since I started it ah ha haha)

[godmademewithoutarms]

I just now noticed the bondage bar in the catboy photos jesus fuck.

[fox-toothed]

they call me "17 overdue assignments olivia." bwcause i h. ihauve

[rigil-kentauris]

Prompt #7: Morsel

when he thinks about archon loaf he thinks about how high the counters were at home. he remembers them from floor height, and he remembers the sticky floors themselves, long gone unmopped.

he remembers being very hungry. he remembers being very small.

he knows, logically, now that he's an adult he does realize that urianger was only a few years older than himself. certainly couldn't cook, if even there had been something fresh TO cook. it was probably, in fact, a big ask to have urianger using the grown-up knife to cut off little bite-sized pieces in the first place.

he thinks sometimes he would like to resent their parents.

most of the time, though? he sticks with resenting bread.

[neechees]

I forgot to ask my doctor what my blood type is and here I almost passed out when I was getting my blood drawn in July

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

♠️♦️♣️♥️ { @top-shelf-tender } ♥️♣️♦️♠️

For as much as he loved going out during the evenings, one might expect the blonde feline to be right at home in a party setting such as this, but… Nights out in a bar or club were a fair bit different than the gala he currently found himself attending. And not just for the fact that there, he was usually fully off the clock, unlike the present setting. Not to mention, in those sorts of spaces, it didn't matter when he felt like dialing down his level of socializing… And in turn, acting sociable-- Here though? Well, that mattered a bit more.

In the end though, at least Minato knew he'd be looking forward to good pay in exchange for working tonight's event… So that sorta made up for it. And besides; this did also give him a chance to dress up, and accessorize a bit. So he supposed that was another bonus.

Breaking away from the other guests after having taken another round of photos, and getting the needed details for if said guests wanted personal copies of those photos after the event, the photographer slipped off into one of the more tucked away seating areas for a bit. Lightly flopping onto the sofa-like seat before allowing himself to give a light sigh.

"Looks like tonight might end up feeling longer than I first thought…" Muttering that thought to himself, slightly drooped ears perked up at the sound of someone walking over, gold gaze soon flicking over toward the other. And while it took a second to muster back up, he soon offered the older man now standing near by a charming sort of smile.

"If you've come over to ask about a photo, then I can snap one for you here in a few minutes." Putting on the more friendly seeming manner he'd been showing off toward most everyone else so far that night, Minato had no idea if that was actually the other man's intention in coming over, but… It felt like a safe bet.