#This is definitely no different XD

[sakurarisen]

Plopped another mini, quick update into things because I am tired(tm) and I was left alone today with no drafts to do, unless I've lost threads in the activity feed and haven't realized it: There's now a 'Halcyon Lore' section in my rules with a few details to it! These are just base and basic details to explain what to expect from the fact it exists and what it is overall with a little better detail than I've had before, as well as how I plan to work it into canon settings. <3

This lore is growing by the day, steadily connecting a bunch of dots I didn't think were connected prior to this and I love it to pieces, but I also want it to be easy to follow for anyone interacting with me, too. If anyone's interested in this kindda stuff, given it does (and frankly/honestly, has been, even before I knew any of this) play into how I write Sera, it's the 'Halcyon Lore' section under my rules! <3

~Pom

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[lienwyn]

Kang Yo Han in his natural habitat, as observed by Kim Ga On

OR

You want to fuck that old man so bad it makes you look stupid

[jojo-schmo]

Just Admit It- Part 1

I've been playing around with possible friendship dynamics of the Beast Council for fun!! I love imagining what kind of childhood they could have in the Forgotten Land all together.

What if Carol and Sillydillo are the fun-loving extroverts? Leon is the introverted one who's been smitten by Carol for a really really long time but he's too shy about it? And Gori is the friend who is an excellent observer and will bluntly tell you what he thinks (and maybe has a tendency to get grumpy when things aren't easily going his way).

Somewhat of a prequel to this other doodle comic about Leon and Carol- everyone here is still a kid ^_^

Part 2

[spaciebabie]

AUTISM POG

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

Post totk Zelda doodles!

[reikurusu]

"I'm not old!"

May 16th 1994 - Happy 29th Birthday, Kazuki!

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[thunderboltfire]

I was having fun with making up their voices! I've also decided to solve a question of languages (languages color-coded to avoid confusion).

Also, this one has quite a lot of tiny text, so I've included transcripts.

[ID: a list illustrated with colored doodles of characters' heads. Titled Who speaks what?

Igna [cartoon picture of Igna's face drawn in brick red color]: Native language: illiraian (southwestern regional form). Understands enough elvish to know when she's being threatened, and can ask for directions, but not much more.

Argo [cartoon picture of Argo's face drawn in sap green color]: Native language: northern elvish. Fluent in illiraian, hardly discernible accent. (it took Igna 3 months to figure out what's off - he rolls 'R' a bit too hard and his vowels sometimes are pronounced too close to the back of his throat).

Theria [cartoon picture of Theria's face drawn in muted brown color]: Native language: Samhran. Fluent in illiraian, audible samhran accent (difficulty pronouncing consonant clusters, palatalising 'L's and 'T"s, mixing up vowels and dyphtongs, sometimes sing-song affect to the vowels). Speaks basic Andaran and broken Omtheron.

Daen [cartoon picture of Daen's face drawn in violet color]: Native language: Moer. Fluent in illiraian, Andaran and gods know what else. Communicative in old elvish. Understands both dwarven languages, but speaks neither. No discernible accent in illiraian.

Haart [cartoon picture of Haart's face drawn in blue]: Native language: Kará (east-dwarvish). Fluent in illiraian (mostly without an

accent, but he often switches soft and hard 'H'). Understands some Andaran and Omtheron. Knows his local variety of sign language.

Knows some expressions in samhran (exclusively swearwords and toasts).]

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Results: Igna is a spoiled kid, she's the only one in the group who has the luxury of speaking her native language day-to-day. She grew up in complete nowhere, with a very scarce contact with other languages. Tentative A1 in elvish, due to her dad trying to teach her.

Argo probably had the knowledge of Illiraian hammered into his head during his education - inhabitants of Riss speak exclusively a dialect of elvish day-to-day, but the duchy is an enclave, and it would be severely imparing not to know the neighbors' language.

Theria has been away from home long enough to gain a pretty good grasp of Illiraian, and has around B1 level in Andaran. Both spoken with a pretty thick accent, her native language is from a different language family with a strikingly different phototactics, and she's learnt the foreign languages pretty late.

Daen speaks many languages, and all of them pretty well. Maybe it's his long lifespan, but it's possible he's got a knack for language learning.

Haart has had a similar situation to Argo in a sense he's lived in a close neighboorhood of another language and learnt it in childhood. He comes from a merchant house, so it's understandable his family would want him to know foreign languages.

[ID: a scale diagram titled "profanity meter" Left to right: Daen titled "Apocalyptic event indicator", Igna titled "curses when hurt", Argo titled "curses if pissed", Haart titled "curses to emphasise" and Theria titled "Fuck is a sentence divider"]

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I have to face the fact that Theria most probably has a severe case of unwashed mouth. Her mercenary career spans a good few years when she enters the stage and she doesn't seem like the type to watch her language, so in all probability she doesn't even notice that she curses like a sailor.

[ID: a list titled "Voice and expression". On the left side there's an up-and-down double ended arrow titled "pitch". Characters from top to bottom:

Igna: Easily the highest voice of the group. Clean, and rather strong despite it. Makes an open and honest impression when speaking, fairly good singing voice.

Theria: on the lower side of feminine voices, full-bodied voice with a bit of a vocal fry, on average way louder than the rest of the group. Enjoys singing, but easily dominates a choir

Argo: rather raspy, matte voice. Has a tendency to mutter - the limited sensitivity on the scarred side of his face makes it harder to speak clearly. Speaks quite fast despite of this. Can't hold a note for his life.

Haart: soft, full baritone. Probably the nicest laughter. Nice singing voice, talks with his hands a lot. Makes a characteristic huff when he's nervous.

Daen: low, resonant voice. Clear pronounciation. Reticent, rarely talks more than necessary. Makes a formal impression.]

Last but not least, my trials to work out how would they probably sound like. (I'm not really one to do voiceclaims).

[divinekangaroo]

As I've plugged along through DAII microexploring Kirkwall (and meeting all Hawke's 'year of servitude' colleagues/connections that they very clearly fostered carefully), and listening to the Layers in Leandra, Carver etc, what strikes me is that it's less a Peaky-DAII fusion-AU verse that compels me, but rather a DAII verse which applies some of that very striking Peaky lens, particularly to the crime-rise of Hawke, the class dynamic, the family dynamic, to the conscious articulation of those barriers and the nature of passing through. (Not forgetting the Veil/Fade becomes another passing-through.) The over-the-desk 'they will never let us [back] in' that Leandra struggles so viciously to swallow. The guilt for the precipitating event that she carries, sees, in Hawke's 'so like your father' face. Yes, cascades, environmental conditions, class/sociological conditions, all that contributions to choice limitations etc etc etc but Leandra *never* had to leave: she chose, she is not to blame, but she was the precipitator. Orsino's 'they should have killed us at birth'/why do they even bother letting us live - cannot help but wonder if on the dark nights Hawke ever sat and stared at their sleeping mother and thought some unthinkable things.

Because I've been letting the kidlet choose the dialogue, he's not being consistent about one kind of Hawke, either, so I'm hearing things that I don't necessarily remember from the first batch of playing those years ago. What strikes me is that any version of mage!Hawke is unspeakably pragmatic about their position in society. Gamlan is pragmatic. Carver is pragmatic (if angry). But Leandra is fascinatingly not and so fascinatingly unselfaware compared to the self-awareness imbued in her children.

Anyway: the anger in Hawke. I want the anger in Hawke and I want it in a manner I have yet to find in any DAII fanfic. I want a Hawke where rage demons bow and fawn, lapping at their feet. I want Hawke standing in the stairs of their regained Amell mansion staring at Anders mouthing off about blood magic or something and just losing their fucking shit. I want Hawke viciously and repetitively using blood magic because they've realised it distances the Fade: blood magic kills the dreams; the dreams are nightmares irrespective of literal or subconscious demons; blood magic is a better/worse high than lyrium with more lasting effects.

[blackjackkent]

Rakha, being the genius at extrapolation that she is, figures everything out almost as soon as the details of the situation becomes clear. And she doesn't like what she sees. She doesn't want to see it, doesn't want to understand.

But the conclusion is inescapable.

There are intellect devourers here. They are fighting the githyanki - and dying, because the githyanki are far more terrifying fighters.

One of the githyanki, as they turn towards Rakha with their fists raised, bellows: "Friend of ghaik! You will be cleansed!"

And the damning final fact - in the skull, there is no sign of the guardian... only a hulking illithid figure in ornate black-and-purple armor, engaged in a battle for its life with the swarming monks.

As Rakha watches, it lifts an enormous boulder in a telekinetic grasp and hurls it towards one of the monks. The woman dodges aside in a flipping leap and slams her boot into the illithid's chest.

It sprawls backwards next to Rakha's boots. Another wave of intellect devourers surges forward in its place, and the monks look at each other, then vanish in a burst of light.

Dimension Door, Rakha thinks - absently, automatically, a by-the-way understanding of the magic at work. Regrouping for another push. They will be back.

But for a moment she can't think about that, because the illithid is staring up at her. She feels its voice resonate in her head - and it is not the guardian's voice, but the magic is the same, the channel it pushes through her mind is the same, and everything is terribly certain after all.

"Before you do anything--" it rasps. "I am your ally."

She knows. Damn it.

"We are in DANGER," it insists. Its voice is a basso rumble, distorted and strange - but the intensity of its agitation is unmistakable.

"Ghaik abomination!" Lae'zel cries out. Her eyes have gone wide and her hand is on her greatsword; Rakha can see the trembling in it. "By the One True Sky - what is this madness?!"

(A/N: Whoo boy. I've never had Lae'zel actually here for this interaction before. She sounds maaaaaaad. D: )

The illithid jerks its head to indicate something behind it; Rakha lifts her eyes to fully take in the room for the first time.

At the far end of the stone chamber is a globe of pure energy, within which is trapped a single gith prisoner, bound by chains of lightning. Instinctively, Rakha recognizes the magic at work here too; it is tied to the illithid, who has been maintaining this prison and siphoning power off of the gith. With the illithid's brief incapacitation, though, the power is fading; the prisoner inside is moving, starting to struggle.

"The githyanki is the source of our protection against the Absolute," the illithid says sharply. "I must subdue him or everything we've worked towards is lost."

It pushes to its knees, then to its feet - its eyes remaining locked with Rakha's the whole time. "Don't let my form deceive you," it growls. "I am the one that's been protecting you. I am the one that came to you in your dreams."

She knows. She can feel the truth of what it says in the way its voice resonates in her head. She can even feel the flickering brush of the peace it's brought her in the past.

It drifts a few inches towards her. "HELP ME," it says insistently.

KILL IT, snarls the beast in her head.

She remembers with visceral clarity the first day that she awoke on the nautiloid. She remembers hunting down the illithid that put the worm in her head and hurling herself at it with fire in her hands, wanting nothing other than to rip its throat out for what it did to her. Part of her wants nothing more than to do the same to this thing in front of her now.

Imposter, the beast points out, squirming and roiling with rage. It tricked us. It used us. It is illithid. It is the enemy. Its blood will spatter like paint. Kill it. Kill it. KILL IT!

She shudders all over with the effort to think clearly. Illithid - yes. But it is the guardian, too. It is (somehow) the woman who has protected her. Who has brought her relief and peace.

In a practical sense, the critical point is that this illithid somehow has protected them from transforming. But if she is honest with herself, that is not the first thing on her mind. The idea of losing those moments of peace fills her with a desperate panic that overrides everything else, even the beast. Even if it comes from an illithid. Even if she has been tricked, all this time.

"What do you need me to do?" she asks hoarsely.

There is no emotion in the illithid's face, and yet she senses relief in its voice. "The honor guard!" it says sharply. "Eliminate them! My forces are weakened by their assault - but with your help, we can turn this around. Destroy the guard. I will subdue their master!"

[krysmcscience]

Saw this prompt for incorrect OC quotes and couldn't resist with a bunch of my Breach goobers. Some of them would absolutely say these things word for word in canon if I gave them half the chance to, though. XD

They're in order of when they showed up in person - Qīng, Ghost, Red, Marisol, Shio, Cam, Daruk, Tawoos, and Alondra - as well as some important honorable mentions who have only been mentioned or gotten dialogue - Star, Blake, and Creation.

Star's design is a slight spoiler, I suppose, but it doesn't reveal if they're human or impostor, so it's all good. Creation's "design" also isn't a spoiler at all, because They can look however They want, LOL. As for Shio...some of you who have seen the body horror I've done of them may be wondering why they look so normal here, but I promise there are Reasons. :3c

In other news, will I be making a liar out of Shio in an upcoming Breach canon divergence? ..........Maybe~ >:3c

[theimpossiblescheme]

Back on my Adapting Twelfth Night For My Own Production bullshit, and I'm remembering one of the oldest bits of Shakespeare Discourse(TM) outside of whether Romeo and Juliet is actually satire (it's not)--the "Be not afraid of greatness..." line. Some say it's just a dick joke, some say it's not, and honest to God you're both right.

Because that line shows up in the play twice.

The first time, it's in a letter supposedly written from Lady Olivia to Malvolio, her head of household who harbors a secret crush on her. Here's the context of the line:

If this fall into thy hand, revolve. In my stars I am above thee; but be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Thy Fates open their hands; let thy blood and spirit embrace them...

Here, it basically means, "Don't be intimidated by the fact that I'm of higher social status than you--you may very well achieve that status yourself someday." So, inspired by this, Malvolio proceeds to dress up in the gaudiest way possible, go find Olivia, and make a move on her. And he manages to make Olivia rather uncomfortable in the process, coming on way too strong and responding to pretty innocent questions with double entendres ("Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?"/"To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.") So when he quotes her supposed letter back to her, specifically the "Be not afraid of greatness..." bit, he absolutely means it as a dick joke.

Say what you will about ol' Billy Shakes, but he did not let a good possible innuendo go to waste.

[amethystina]

Hello, you’ve watched marry my dead body?? I wanna know ur thoughts like did u love it or just like it? What did u think of the ending? Anything you would’ve liked to see? Personally me it made me laugh so hard in the beginning but I cried ballz when I finished it😭 but I just wanna know ur thoughts that it, don’t feel obligated to respond!

I have, yes! The first time was actually August last year so almost a year ago now (time sure flies!)

I absolutely LOVE Marry My Dead Body. It manages that incredibly difficult balance of humour and seriousness, while remaining very respectful to the people whose story it's trying to tell. As in, the theme of LGBTQIA+ is front and centre and even if there are jokes — both at the expense of homophobes and gay people — it's not malicious. It plays with stereotypes, sure, but in a loving and fond way.

One of my biggest regrets is that I can't understand all of the references since a lot of them are tied to the Taiwanese gay scene, but the ones I do get? Absolutely fabulous. I lost it at the "Groom 0" thing x'D

As for the ending, it was just what I wanted. I know that there might be some who'd argue that it's too sad, or those who wanted to see more of Mao Bangyu and Wu Minghan together (as in, together together) but, in my opinion, it fits well with the story and it gave me a level of catharsis I haven't gotten from a lot of stories lately. Like, the absolute relief I felt once the movie was over is no fucking joke.

Is it a tiny bit sad? Sure. Would I have loved to see more? Of course. But is it a good ending? One of the absolute best there could be.

And I think a part of that is, again, the catharsis. The movie is lighthearted and playful but also knows when and how to pack a devastating emotional punch. Few things have made me ugly cry like this movie did. Partly due to the whole "my husband" thing and the ambulance thing but, most importantly, the dad.

It's always the dads for me.

To see the grief, regret, and desperation Mao Bangyu's dad is feeling after his son's death broke me. Like, genuinely. Mainly because I know what that's like. I've had to watch my own dad — my big, burly, stoic lumberjack of a dad — cry over one of his dead children. And there are few things I know that are worse than watching my dad cry. Just thinking about it — much less hearing or seeing it — is, quite literally, the only thing I know that is guaranteed to make me cry within seconds.

And so to see that — and to be reminded of my own dad — was so goddamn rough. But in a good way? It was so incredibly moving and the actors did such a wonderful job with that scene. Like, for real, Greg Hsu's acting? With the tears, the way his voice breaks, the way his chin quivers as he's listening to Mr. Mao's story? Fucking kill me already. It's so good.

So, in the end, there's not much I would like to change. I think it's pretty much perfect as it is and the ending they gave us is very satisfying. So there's nothing I would like to add.

... at least not to this life of theirs. But who knows about the next one, amirite? ;)

So yeah. It's a great movie that I love with every fibre of my being. I love the humour, the banter, the plot, the characters, and, of course, the warmth it radiates. Because, in the end, that's really what it's about. It wants to tell a story about love, growth, and finding closure.

And I'm so, so glad that I watched it.

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

to add onto @margindoodles2407's verdict: chaos (internal)

This is an abomination what have I done

[jmrothwell]

Okay but the generator gave me Alien Invasion AU and Imprinting AU and now I need it, for any pairing

Ok but like. . .

So in trying to be all which type of imprinting my brain went all “why not more than one?” 

Reggie, Alex, Luke, are part of the Alien Invasion, but like, really early first wave. See, the Alien species has been studying earth for a while and have noticed the human trend to adopt other species and have decided to use that to their advantage. 

What the Aliens don’t expect is for some of their first wave to be too young and form pack bond/familialy imprint on some of the species they first encounter. 

Which in the case of Reggie, Alex, and Luke is Julie. (Though over the course of the story Reggie and Luke would both question their bond with Julie. Reggie especially after he develops a second familial imprint on Ray and none of them have heard that happening before-though to be fair to them most of their education regarding their Alien culture was limited, they were in a sort of hypersleep for most of their lives/the journey to Earth. Plus, no one knew how that particular part of their physiology would interact with Humans and their pack bond tendency)

This leaders of this first wave decide on their own to sort of forgo the original plans and to just integrate with life on Earth. 

So all of Earth is dealing with how to do that exactly, many still advocating to eliminate the Aliens, others are very interested in learning about the advanced technology, others don’t want to risk incurring an alien species wrath. There’s a lot of background political drama.

Meanwhile, Ray decides to go ahead an open up his home to Reggie, Luke, and Alex. Carlos is ecstatic, Flynn is suspicious but can definitely see how the three are helping the Molina’s. 

Julie is just frustrated. She did not ever in her life expect to be treated like a mother duck, with three Aliens following around her like ducklings…or maybe they’re closer to a pack of puppies or energetic kittens. She feels a bit of guilty relief when Reggie eventually switches to following her dad around, eager to learn all about life on earth from him. 

The relief is heavily outweighed by Luke(and to some extent Reggie) acting weird around her in ways that Alex doesn’t. She’d almost think they were sometimes jealous if she didn’t know better. (She’s also wrong but that revelation doesn’t happen til later)

Things get more complicated when a second wave of Aliens shows up a few months after the first. This one follows a similar pattern to the first wave, however with a touch more hesitancy. They haven’t formed the same bonds and still recall the overall end goal was complete takeover of the planet.

This is around the time Alex runs into Willie, who as it turns out was actually apart of some of the last of the investigative research/preparation teams. He arrived a few weeks before the first wave did. 

Two important revelations occur with the introduction of Willie. First, Alex and Willie imprint on more of a mate level and Alex, after getting over that joyous shock, realizes that’s how Luke and Reggie imprinted with Julie. They’re all just too young/dumb to have noticed/realized sooner. 

Secondly, Caleb is part of the second wave. Willie used to work with/for him and knows Caleb is a major advocate for the world domination thing and was old enough to not have formed any of the bonds/imprints as others. There are also more older aliens who are very likely to rally around Caleb in this second wave. 

That’s as far as I have gotten plot wise…but I also love the idea that Trevor was among an earlier alien research party and just refused to leave, which then makes Carrie half Alien and adds a whole other level of drama when that comes to light.