#about 2500

[anglerflsh]

Colored in procreate doodles

[hanciiii]

another sketch today!!!! ill hope ill get some inspiration to make an actual piece soon ♡

[tagarilaghost]

Hi uhm I got so inspired by this post from @fujii-draws that i wanted to write like 200 words for the first two artworks! Well now it‘s 1500 words for only the first artwork yeah :) enjoy :D!

Ribbons and Aimilios belong to @fujii-draws

Creations of your own mind

aka Darkrai‘s "Kill yourself" but worse

There is only one cause to ensure failure: 

Mercy.

It‘s like you fear to overcome a morally conflicting line. A line which is just that. A simple line.There is no black and white. There are only different shades of grey. And even if there was a line that could suddenly turn your world black or white, who cares?

That line is a mere illusion created by morality of the Pokemon living in a society.

He will not acknowledge it. He will do what he pleases and if other Pokemon come to harm, there will not be less harm to come to them, just because it would „cross a line“.

It is utterly frustrating to converse with others who do not comply with his visions. His true wish at heart. 

Why is it so hard for folks to accept the darkness and so easy for them to trust the light?

As Darkrai finally entangled his master plan - his oh so carefully crafted symphony of terrors - the most important part would come into play.

On the side of Sharpedo bluff, among ragged rocks, lies a shadow not quite like another. One in the form of his flickering form. There is a little pretty flat plateau that elevates in between the sharp edges of the stone. This is where he keeps his shadow. A shadow which now crawls together and droops to another form. 

Slowly he rises to embrace the moonlight. A white plume of hair comes into sight first. Red spikes embarking from a pitch-black skin follow. With a stare as cold as a Mammoswine‘s unending ice-prison he fully exits his shadow.

UGH! He is sick to death of this frenzy town! When will those fools finally go to sleep?! 

…Calm yourself.

He must tend to his patience, yes, yes. But he waited for so long already, he desperately wants to get into action.

After all, he just had to be in proximity of the dreamer to dive the calm atmosphere into a hellish storm of agony. As soon as these two fall asleep, nightmares will torment their very own mind…

A perfect opening for himself to say so.

Well, then let‘s continue the waiting game. Sitting as elegantly as possible upon the dangerous terrain, he concentrates.

…Tsk.

Trying to meditate is not easy.

Even more draining if there‘s that abomination in the sky.

He growled at the almost full moon. Those damn moon phases.

The full moon in particular greatly weakened his powers, which makes things… merely a little bit more challenging. 

But it had to be necessary to not spread his nightmares in town and attract attention. The moon and his strength are his only criteria to decipher his range of bad dreams - his trusted ability.

An alarming sting suddenly hits him in the head. It doesn’t hurt. It just tingles his brain in a way like nothing else can.

Oh the time has finally come. He put too many hours of research and preparation into this to fail now.

He watched them cower in front of others.

And he will watch them cower in front of him.

Concentrating and navigating the dreamspace are always a difficult task. But with only two Pokemon in grasp, he has an easy time.

One isn’t even a fully evolved dreamer! It still needs to settle into the world of its inner mind to get vulnerable. 

Then let‘s start with our first little victim, shall we?

Entering one‘s vicinity without getting noticed is - at least almost all the time - easy peasy. It‘s the shaping of dreams which makes him talented and gifted. 

No insecurity can hide from him if he finds the right trigger.

Ugh. Everytime folks end up accusing him for being faced with the torment of their insecurities!

He does not create nightmares. His precense merely brings them to light once the Pokemon is asleep.

Yes yes, unwillingly taking them to sleep by attacking them with Dark Void has been in consideration as ever so often. Whatever.

Sure he can also force scenes upon others when shaping the dreamscape. He could do oh so many things to influence a sleeper.

But the true culprit of their suffering always lies at the dreamers themselves. Their own twisted mind is at fault.

So he will abuse every single weakness she shows.

Although… that won‘t even be neccessary to lure out her fears. His research already fed him plenty of points to drive her mind to.

This will be a feast. A feast fit for him, a king.

Everything was dark. Even darker than Dusk Forest. Ribbons remembers very well the gloomy eeriness that struck all over the future. But somehow this was worse. It doesn’t look like much. Only black grey rectangles matched together.

And somehow this weird environment makes her truly feel worse than the dark future ever did. It is discomforting to a degree where she can’t shake it off anymore. The realisation hit her once the edgy masses transform into something… horryfying. Then there’s silence again.

With the blink of an eye, all the unsettling emotions disappear and a new yet familiar place stands before her.

She knows that this is the dark future. She somehow is absolutely sure that temporal tower collapsed here. Why? No clue. 

And yet she feels warm and welcome all of a sudden. She quickly notices why. Standing on the edge of a cliff between the unsettling trees is Grovyle. Her lifelong partner who would give everything to save this rotten future from its unmoving curse. 

Of course it would lighten her heart being in his presence. She trusted him once with her life and she will trust him again.

As Ribbons jumped happily over to him, preparing a joke in her head to tease him, Grovyle huffs. 

She instantly stops, holding her breath.

That huff was full of utter disgust.

…and hate.

„Ribbons.“, his tone is cold. It reminds her of the time when she thought of Grovyle as the villain.

It all shifts, it all… what is happening? 

Panic reaches her now shivering paws and drowns her vision in a color she never saw before.

 „How… How could you do this to me!!!“, he turns around, anger bubbling up in his expression.

No no no nononono…!

This is not… how-

Her eyes gasped for relief, but it only hit her with more and more impressions. The trees suddenly twisted and turned, loomed all over her weak form. Branches reaching out for her like dead claws from the undead trying to rip her body apart.

Bloody drool taints the sky in a dark red sea, drowning her with it.

And worst of all Grovyle‘s form turns into something unreal, something hurt. Something that she hurt.

„Why didn‘t you… save me…?“

His voice echoed in her head.

Why didn‘t you save me? Why didn‘t you save me?

It inflicted her mind with poison that could never be cured.

Why didn‘t you save me! Why didn‘t you save me!

It throws a spear as sharp as a warrior's blade through her very heart.

WHY DIDN‘T YOU SAVE ME?!!?!

She falls to the ground, ears flapping before her eyes and sobbing hiccups escaping her throat.

She did try everything! She truly did! She never wanted this to happen to him! She loved him like she loved Aimilios and she could never replace both of them.

Ribbons shrinks back, but there is no step to take. Behind her is a monster of an abyss which is just patiently waiting to consume her whole.

There is… no escape. 

Before she could think about anything else, Grovyle raises his voice again.

„Why did you leave me to DIE.“

Her throat is sealed tightly. She wants to tell him that he is indeed wrong and that she did try to save him!

But she can‘t.

„Why did I have to sacrifice myself, but you get to live?“

She cowers even further.

Grovyle always had the right words, why does it now feel so utterly wro-

„You should also cease to exist, Ribbons.“

No-! She-!

„You should cease to exist because it would be justice. 

MY justice.“

As Darkrai watches from the sidelines, how perfect the nightmare plays out, he can’t help but laugh out loud.

Ribbons won‘t even notice a thing. He is right there and yet the only one she can concentrate on is her own misery and depiction of the worst situation of an interaction with Grovyle she could ever be confronted with.

Oh how weak the mind can be… she didn‘t even resist him shaping it in this direction. 

In this world he is in control.

And he will have as much fun as he pleases.

Well… while she relieves that same conversation over and over again, he doesn’t have to watch only one tormented dreamer.

There‘s still number two…

Oh yes…

Until the morning sun comes, their minds will be his.

[codgod]

can i bring my codfather-in-hermitcraft10 au to the public . he’s middle aged in it

[linka-from-captain-planet]

Florrickology, Part 1: The Thong That Launched 1000 Headcanons

My favorite thing to do as a background character fan is to co-opt things that were definitely not meant to be characterization by making them characterization.

Thus, I have looked way deeper than intended into every possible pixel, moment, and mention of my beloved Counsellor Florrick and developed the exciting new field of Florrickology to report my findings.

Obviously the first place I'm going is this fucking dress and how I use it to infer upon her the two sexiest characteristics a woman can have:

Unflinching vanity and a deep-seated, yet subtle, insanity.

This dress is more than a bit of an enigma because... why?

It really stands out because, while Larian gives players plenty of opportunities to sexualize their avatar and their companions, they don't really sexualize NPCs. Most women, like men, are dressed very modestly. Outfits that female NPCs wear are even often much more unisex than the equivalent outfits available to player characters (e.g. tunics that male PCs can wear may turn into tits-out dirndls on female PCs for no apparent reason, but female NPCs wearing the same outfit get a tunic). The only characters who are sexualized are presented as Sexy Characters, like Abdirak or Sorn Orlith or Orin or even Mystra and Mamzell Amira, who also wear this dress.

Mostly.

Florrick, despite being beautiful, a two-time damsel in distress, and a certified MILF, is not presented as a Sexy Character. She's presented as a no-nonsense, somewhat domineering, loyal-and-virtuous-to-a-fault fed. This is the only description of her in the game files (see img description), highlighting these bare-bones characteristics:

So... why? For this character whose appearance truly doesn't matter beyond being eye-catching enough to communicate her importance to the story, who has no even vaguely flirtatious dialogue and no implied sexuality or romance (even with the man she spends the entire game chasing!), and not even a weird torture porn moment which she has ample opportunities... why dress her like this? Why emphasize her body over any other similarly-prominent NPC like, say, Alfira?

My assumption would be that they did it to soften her to the average Redditmod McGamerbro because the story really is better if incels don't kill her for being "bossy"... if they didn't also code her as a middle-aged black woman and give her a custom face sculpt with a prominent nose, large jaw, and non-Western features, all famously accepted with no problematic reaction from this demographic whom Larian doesn't not cater to. In fact, as the #1 Florrickposter in the universe, I often see people say in tags and comments that they didn't even notice how revealing her dress is while playing the game. While racism is definitely at play (plus misogyny, rendering this middle-aged black-coded woman invisible, whereas a younger and white man in the same role would be ALL OVER THIS DAMN PLACE), it also speaks to just how discordant her outfit and explicit characterization are.

Now, this outfit does make a little sense on a glance and I think that's a big part of why it flies under the radar as well: she's important and presumably wealthy, so of course she wears this very posh and expensive-looking dress. She's a wizard (a fact everyone manages to glean on a glance, despite it never being stated and basically never being relevant), so of course she's wearing something obnoxious and purple. From the waist up, it actually looks like a pretty reasonable outfit for a person of her DnD class, social class, and occupation.

It's from the waist down where it gets out of hand.

But first, this isn't even Florrick's original outfit or face (which I'll talk about in another post), or the first iteration of her current outfit. Originally, she wore the ostentatious yet modest feathered peacock dress that eventually ended up on Lucretious (and took the thicc waist with it RIP). According to my research, there was a reason for this: it was too baller for Waukeen's Rest and kept causing crashes, so they had to put her in a less graphically-demanding outfit.

The original peacock dress sent the necessary "I am an important quest giver, engage with me" message, so why not just remove the cowl that was causing the issues? But instead, they changed her outfit entirely, keeping it eye-catching and posh (suitable for a big-city government official), but randomly making it super revealing (strange, for a big-city government official). Further, Florrick got a major va-va-voom upgrade between Sexy Dress v1 and final release, with a new dress model that makes it clearer that the front and back panels are sheer, subtly showing even more skin, and which unsubtly emphasizes her hips and breasts.

Based on extensive academic research using mods, I determined that the dress is what conveys the extra curviness (see img description in the left-most pic) vs her having a custom body sculpt (weak). Further, when viewed from behind, the dress pads out her ass, also making it look bigger and rounder than the standard body type 1 (see img description in the right-most pic).

What's more, if you look closely at the waist seam of the final version of her sexy dress, it looks like they went so far as to skew it to make her hips stand out even more when she takes the cocked-hip stance (which she seems to only stand in) and perhaps draw even more attention to her thong sticking out. Notice how the waist seam is even and straight across in Sexy Dress V1 above, but Final Florrick has it like 2 inches higher on her right, without fabric bunching to explain the different seam lengths. You can also see how the dress subtly pops out farther than her actual hips (and from the side view, over her lower stomach), giving her the impression of curves the standard body type doesn't have. They were very intentional with it.

Shockingly, I don't actually have much to say about her exposed thong in and of itself (it is what it is) except that I think it actually makes the outfit look substantially skimpier because it draws attention to just how high those hip slits are, compared to leaving the area blank so eyes gloss over it (even if that would imply she runs around commando all game). It's a small detail that drives home the overall design.

All this is to say, since this dress is only worn by 4 people* with Florrick being the first you see and by far has the most screen time, and it isn't lootable, it seems this outfit was developed intentionally and specifically to emphasize her body to make her look sexier.

*Florrick, Mamzell Amira (slightly different lower half), a random patriar at Gortash's inauguration named Lady Alia Durinbold, and Mystra

So, this takes us back to the question of 'why'. Why spend all this time and these resources fine-tuning this dress to make it as sexy and flattering as possible? Why put it on a character who has literally no reason to wear such a thing? Why put this dress which is nothing but nonsense on a character who's pretty much only characterized as being no-nonsense??

And this is also where the real tinfoil hattery comes in, as I doubt Larian really meant anything by it aside from creating a hot NPC for players with good taste to enjoy across all 3 acts.

But that's not what this nuclear caliber simp post is about; it's about overthinking shit because I love her and she is a main character to ME.

So, whatever Larian's intention, there's only 1 in-universe reason why Florrick wears this outfit:

She woke up that day in Waukeen's Rest, in the middle of nowhere a full tenday from the city, on her way back from literal hell to deal with yet another crisis, and decided to put it on. And continued to do so every day thereafter.

It's logical that she can't change right after being rescued since the inn is burning down presumably with her luggage in it, but why did she choose that outfit in the first place, considering she was travelling? She's been travelling for months; it can't have been her only clothing. Did she not have a Fist uniform? A pair of leggings? She runs right off after she's done talking; does she hike all the way in and out of the shadow-cursed lands in a thong and flat macrame boots? It doesn't even have any indication of cinches or buttons despite having all the logical seams and it's clearly tailored to fit her bananas hourglass figure, like there's no way she can just pull it on or step into it, so does she have to expend her valuable magic to wear it? Does she take the time to sew herself into it every day instead of sucking it up and wearing *barf* pants??? There are plenty of people around in Act 2 that could and would give her something more practical to wear, even if she did have a good reason to wear her original dress that day in Waukeen's Rest. Yet, she continues to wake up every day and put that outfit on. Even after returning home.

(In my head, the video game convention of every character only having 1 outfit is shorthand for what their "typical" outfit is, and they "really" have a wardrobe of similar clothing. So when I say she wears that outfit every day, I mean she has a couple of similarly-bonkers dresses in her bag and chooses to wear one every day vs something more practical).

So the simp's question isn't what Larian is saying about her by dressing like this, but what she's saying about herself by choosing to dress like this.

Clothing is self-expression. Look at the many analyses of the main characters' outfits. Larian may or may not have really meant anything by giving Florrick this outfit, but just as Astarion's careful mending of his shirt necessarily says something about him and his personality in the universe he lives in, so does Florrick's decision to wear flashy, revealing clothing.

It almost makes no sense... until you think about one of Florrick's explicitly-demonstrated characteristics:

Confidence. Over confidence. Hubris, even.

I'll have more to say about Desiré "Fuck It, We Ball" Florrick and her personality in another florrickology post, but the long and short of it is that this woman is not afraid of shit and sashays into every situation fully confident in her ability to charm or steamroll it to her liking. "She is used to getting her way", indeed. Her epilogue letter betrays a bit of self-doubt, but it seems to have been brought on by her perceived failures in relation to the player character's successes, so likely not her ordinary attitude. Whereas this seems to be her ordinary clothing, since she took it with her to Elturel and back for no apparent reason and chooses to wear it for no apparent reason.

She has nothing to gain from it, no one important to impress at least until returning to the city in Act 3. Otherwise, she's in bumfuck nowhere with her boss-friend and lackeys, or cursed!bumfuck nowhere with her lackeys and a bunch of vigilantes planning a war. While I wouldn't doubt that she has or might be willing to use her beauty and sex appeal to meet her goals (TadpUlder does, curiously, call her a "black widow"; is his tadpole capitalizing on stereotypes--could it be slut shaming her??, or is it referencing things that the shreds of Ulder's mind know she's done?), ultimately, there can't be a tactical explanation because there's nobody more powerful than her around 90% of the time.

She also doesn't flirt with anyone and nobody flirts with her (philistines). She has no mentioned spouse or lovers, nor any implied sexuality at all. The closest we get is Mizora saying "she misses the Duke" after Florrick's ambush in Act 3, the only time anyone implies she's on a crusade to find him because of romantic feelings and not duty, loyalty, and friendship... which means Mizora is probably just talking out her ass and belittling people, as she does.

So, combine self-confidence with the decision to constantly wear a sexy dress that shows off her body for no practical reason, and what do you get?

Balls-to-the-wall, unapologetic vanity.

(If it wasn't clear, when I call women "vain" I think they are objectively correct and this is a compliment of the highest order.)

Sure, maybe wearing this kind of outfit boosts her confidence and that helps deal with this unprecedented crisis and possibly the first self-doubt she's ever experienced, but this is evidently her usual clothing and she isn't usually dealing with those things.

So, she wears this intricate and revealing dress mostly she likes it and how she looks in it. This means she likes that it's revealing. She likes showing skin to literally no end except her own enjoyment.

Notice she doesn't really do her hair (it's shiny and neat, but not really styled) or bother with makeup (she lost the EA smoky eye in favor of a quick swipe of eyeliner). One may think that perhaps she isn't as confident in her facial beauty since she does have unique features, so she calls attention to her body instead, but she's so devoid of modesty that I can't help but assume she simply looks in the mirror in the morning, thinks "no notes" (correct) and moves on to pouring herself into her favorite skimpy dress. She's proud of her natural beauty, and she's not about to cover it all up with goop or fabric!! She never mentions it and nobody who knows her does; she's not trying to stunt on anyone or even attract other hot people.

She's in it purely for the love of the sport and, sexiest of all, herself. This woman doesn't think she's the sexiest creature in any given room, she knows it.

And she knows that being hot doesn't affect her ability to do her job and protect the city she loves. She doesn't have to cover herself up, doll up her hair and makeup, slap on like 400 pettiskirts, etc, to be taken seriously. It's possibly even giving 'malicious compliance'. She commands so much respect that even horny gamers don't notice her entire ass is one breeze away from being out.

The deep-seated, yet subtle insanity part has pretty much already been covered; maybe in her day-to-day life of attending meetings and walking all over everyone in Wyrm's Rock, it's not so impractical, but it's a completely insane thing to wear in any sort of crisis or outdoor adventure. That this woman is willing to risk chafing or being cold (womankind's public enemy #1 and #2) simply for the drip is delightfully nutty. There is not a single moment she appears in this game where this outfit would be reasonable.

She presents herself as a stalwart, serious, determined woman, but then squeezes into a dress so tight and precarious that it knocks off her Fleet of Foot speed boost, for literally no reason aside from being vain and lowkey kind of crazy.

Good for her!

[manga-and-stuff]

Spy x Family and famous furniture, Volumes 1-3.

All the covers of the Spy x Family manga feature rather famous mid-century furniture.

Volume one: LC2 Chair by Le Corbusier

Le Corbusier was a very famous Swiss-French architect, designer, painter, urban planner and writer, who was one of the pioneers of what is now regarded as modern architecture.

If you have even a passing interest in architecture, you've probably seen Villa Savoye, which he designed.

Volume two: Marshmallow Sofa by George Nelson

George Nelson was an American industrial designer. He was the lead designer for the Herman Miller furniture company, which is largely responsible for the typical image most people have of 50s America furniture.

Volume three: "Eames La Chaise" by Charles and Ray Eames

Charles Eames and Ray Eames were an American married couple of industrial designers who formed the Eames Office, which also worked with Herman Miller furniture company. They also worked in the fields of industrial and graphic design, fine art, and film.

Their most famous creation is probably their Lounge chair and ottoman:

[everythings-a-feather]

Fruity

My entry for @xcatmo s insta DTIYS, the dresses looked really neat and I liked the symmetry so I wanted to play into that

I spent too long making sure the patterns shifted over the folds lol

Also bonus in old shoujo manga style

[naffeclipse]

Crush Depth

Chapter 1: You're On You're Own

FNAF Mermaid!DCA x Y/N (SFW)

You stare out the forward viewport—the window. The sub’s only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades. This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.

Word Count: ~2,700 Warnings: See tags.

A/N: First things first, although this is an Iron Lung AU, I have taken some creative liberties to keep up the horror/atmosphere within a written medium and have included additional details to the sub as well as added events/objects within this story to make it a proper DCA AU rather than just a written account of the video game. I will also include my interpretations of the game and what I believe the lore is implying. This also includes the DCA as monstrous blood ocean mers and how they will play into the story.

Iron Lung is a video game and one I highly recommend watching a playthrough of or playing yourself. If you are unfamiliar with Iron Lung, you don't have to know of it in order to read this fic. I believe I wrote it so that anyone might enjoy it.

Please note the tags and content warning for this fic. It will be dark and heavy, including suicidal thoughts, psychological horror, reality-bending, and blood. It's an ocean of blood, I can't stress that enough. Chapter warnings will not include those tags I just listed as that will be consistent throughout the fic, but I will include chapter warnings for specific events such as drowning or injury.

Enjoy!

[trappedinafantasy37]

Day 243 of wishing this woman was real.

[rabbitprintart]

some more favorite panels from Trigun:

Vash, Merryl, and Milly are all equally cunty as they are silly, especially Vash (like jesus fuck y'all seeing this shit, like we don't talk enough how fucking amazing of a gun slinger he is). He even somehow has time to apply eyeliner as he is running away from the cops, as philosopher RuPaul once said: "YOU BETTER WORK!"

[crowrrupt]

Tokyo Mio Mew!

[twitter] (better resolution)

[will-ruadh]

Maksym Polyvianyi's art (tiktok | insta | facebook)

[hurglewurm]

you know what i'm doin pretty well on this essay considering i woke up at 2pm today

[akatix]

Ahn The Messenger

If you recognize this kiddo of mine you qualify for a seniors discount!  A friend of mine challenged me to write a short story for an anthology thing, and this kid popped in my brain as a potential subject. Naturally instead of writing, I sketched up an update for her design (original was from 2015! can be seen in her TH still lol https://toyhou.se/10068193.ahnah) Ahnah the messenger 💌 Now maybe my brain will let me attempt to write the thing. 

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[darpok]

Thank you to the Reddit girlies who suggested watching Polin scenes on .75 speed…my heart is bursting with sweetness 😭

[cent-scratchnsniff]

recreation of the genuine distress i felt after getting to central command the first time