#about me tbt.

[shmunter]

what do you mean he was gonna be the one captured in the og concept what do you mean

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

*sobbing profusely* THEY ARE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR. AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH, THEY JUST HAVE THE COMMUNICATION SKILLS OF A WET NOODLE

[sculkshrieking]

started watching star wars for the first time so naturally my next step was to draw last life scar as a sith <3

[internetxanarchy]

Branch as michael jackson on the brain

based off of a post by @rfsmith

ft some more trolls doodles from this week

[vandalizedheart]

now that i'm home i can draw this img that was floating around in my head... inspired by the answer to an ask i sent @herogardn from nikki hehe

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[lifesver]

saint jude / lost causes

[hostilemuppet]

sometimes i forget how cute floyd is in trolls canon,, i dont even care that he has the personality of cardboard ohhhhhh i want to rub him against my cheek and nuzzle him while combing his hair with one of those tiny plastic mlp combs

HES GENUINELY SO CUUUUTE LOOK AT HIM

I WANNA PICK HIM UP AND BUNDLE HIM IN A WARM BLANKET AND GIVE HIM A HOT CHOCOLATE THAT IS WAY BIGGER THAN HE IS!

[essektheylyss]

You know, with the fact that Ryn went and got herself petrified within a day of finding out just how willing the Ruby Vanguard are to fuck a wizard up, I do think that, while the bar is very low, Essek (as he is during the course of the campaign) really does deserve some credit for never ending up in such a self-imposed pickle that he needed his allied party to show up and save him from himself. In fact, the only time the Nein directly felt the need to worry about him was when Caleb put him in danger without thinking through certain connections that would be made, and even then, that was more of Caleb feeling guilt-ridden about it than actual worrying.

And to be very clear, Essek absolutely was and still to this day in canon is in a massive, self-imposed pickle, but when it actually comes down to it, the Nein were pretty tangential and superfluous to navigating that, and he's predominantly doing the work himself.

[eueclid]

us if you care @excalibiur

[forgesahead]

For some reason, the Scions, in all their curated wisdom, had decided that Meteor would be the mentor of their group. It had begun with Thancred advising Zero to look to Meteor for her answers rather than him, and now Alisaie and Alphinaud looked to him expectantly to help usher Wuk Lamat along her path with more than just his strength.

From a purely logical, objective standpoint, it made sense; Meteor was more than the Warrior of Light, he was perhaps the most hardened soldier in all of Eorzea. It stood to reason, then, that he would have the most lessons to impart to those who would come after him. Yet that was only looking at the larger picture. When it was also factored in that he often chose to follow rather than speak and offered deliveries of food rather than words of comfort to the needy, he really has to question the wisdom behind it all.

Even now, with all the time he'd spent with Wuk Lamat, he flails in silence. So much for all the time he'd spent journaling his experiences as he went-- any wise words he could impart were scarcely covered in the breadth of the few sentences he spoke when prompted to talk in turn, and he found that he'd struggled with much tutoring beyond that. It was why he'd preferred the company of other Scions most of the time. They'd been more than happy to speak where he chose to stay silent, wearing their flowery oratory like a fine frock where he would have floundered.

The Scions were not here, though. Thancred and Urianger had joined Koana's team, and though Alisaie and Alphinaud were with him, this time they had wandered off to question the Mamool Ja on their own, leaving him to deal with Wuk Lamat as she moped over her failed attempts to converse with the locals.

"Gods, I've dealt with unfriendliness before, but this is something else! They won't even talk to us!"

House cat, Bakool Ja Ja had jeered towards her, and Meteor saw where the nickname might have stemmed from, though in a way more affectionate than unkind. Her ears drooped as she rested her hands on her chin, and her tail, once animated even when she stood idle, lay still at her rear, as though it were a prop rather than a proper part of her. It was cute, and he couldn't help the smile on his face despite the circumstances.

Nor could he blame her for her frustration. After getting so far along her quest, she's hit a roadblock. A seemingly insurmountable one, given her approach. She requires open dialogue to be able to understand the people's problems and offer a solution, but the residents here don't even want to breathe towards them. An unpleasantness that is not all unfamiliar to him, given his last expedition to Ilsaberd.

"They're like the Garleans." Meteor murmurs to himself. He looks out at the shadow-shrouded landscape and the stony buildings and finds himself back at the subway station, when he had first arrived. The junkmonger, the mender the people huddled around the fire-- none of them had wanted to talk to him, and the few that did made it well and clear that they wanted him gone. As if the environment wasn't hostile enough, the residents that took shelter within it were as cold and immovable as all the grey contraptions around them.

He hadn't realized he'd been thinking out loud until Wuk Lamat startles him back to the present with a "really?" and he flinches back when he turns around and sees just how close she's gotten. She's peering at him with wide eyes-- newfound hope, he supposes, now that he potentially has some words of wisdom. Meteor blinks at first, because he thinks surely Wuk Lamat would have known about the Garleans already, if she's already talked with Alphinaud and Alisaie. If she had, his words wouldn't have been anything new, only a reminder of what they probably would have relayed to her before. But her stare doesn't relent, so Meteor sighs and looks to the distance.

"They... the Mamool Ja remind me of them, is all." He starts, and winces. This is why he doesn't like explaining so much. He's out of practice, and the delivery is wooden, jilted. Still, Wuk Lamat doesn't seem to mind at all, and only looks at him with more interest, so he continues. "Most of the locals wanted nothing to do with us, and when we came to their leadership offering supplies, they took the twins hostage instead. That's when I realized... our way of saving them was pretty one-sided.. and admittedly naive."

Wuk Lamat seems shocked by the sudden pessimism with the way she recoils, but with his flow found, Meteor looks at her and continues. "Everyone has their own idea of saving themselves, I think. For the Garleans, or at least their leadership, that idea didn't include outsiders at all. Anyone outside of the empire were their enemies, so they would kill them and use their spoils to feed their people, and they would survive. Life would go on. They almost followed through with that, before we finally convinced them to cease fire and lay down their weapons."

There's a long pause after that. Wuk Lamat seems to be considering the words, and Meteor lets her. He turns away and folds his hands behind his back, but beyond that, barely moves where he stands. The drone of the forest's insects fills the absence of words.

Then, "I... am I being naive then? Do you think my approach is wrong?" Her voice is too quiet, and when Meteor looks back at her, he frowns. The sad droop of her ears are back.

He purses his lips as he's flooded with memory, first of his conversation with Gulool Ja Ja. He remembers being asked what he thinks of the Third Promise, he remembers gritting out that he thought her too green, too unprepared for her duties to come. He remembers the raucous laughter that followed after that, the surprise that washed away his frustration when he realized the Dawnservant knew, yet put his faith in his daughter anyways.

He remembers his doubts starting to be assuaged as their journey went on and despite her shortcomings, Wuk Lamat finally, finally started finding her footing again.

He remembers himself, surrounded by Garlean soldiers that were too scared to get close to him despite having weapons pointed at him, as if he would slaughter them all at the first provocation, because he was Eorzea's champion, Garlemald's ill-famed butcherer.

He remembers Fray's solemn words at Myste's reminder of all the blood spilled in his heroics. The reminder that when he cut others down with his sword, he could save only one. Himself.

"I offer you peace! Restitution! A chance to make amends! Do not think you are above it! Do not think that a reckoning will be postponed indefinitely!"

"When it comes, I shall welcome it with open arms... but today will not be the day, and you will not be the judge!"

He exhales.

"Despite all my experience, I can't claim to know what the right way forward is." Is what he finally says, and then he looks meaningfully into Wuk Lamat's wide eyes. "You showed me that. I thought you too naive, once, and though I helped you along, I didn't believe in you, not really. Yet despite my doubts, you've succeeded, and now you've come this far. You're one stone's throw away from becoming Dawnservant."

He gazes at her. Even with the canopies above smothering all sunlight, her orange mane and pale yellow fur stand out starkly against the blue and black backdrop. A flame in the dark. A splash of vibrancy on a murky canvas.

"So I'm going to believe in you still. I want to see you use this method and succeed, however misguided it may be. I want to believe your way works, because I'm tired of fixing one evil by causing another."

Wuk Lamat is eerily silent after that, to the point where Meteor's confidence falters, and he starts to wonder if he'd spoken out of turn. If his honesty had been too much, and doused her spirits completely. Then before he can ask, she gives him a toothy grin, and smacks him on the back hard enough to make him yelp, surprised by the sudden force of the blow.

She laughs at the reaction. "Then that means I'll just have to succeed again!" And despite the pain, Meteor is smiling again. Finally, there's that enthusiasm. "I've finally earned your faith; I'm not going to let you down now just because some people don't want to talk to me."

"Don't get so ahead of yourself." Meteor grouses, but there's no bite to the words, and he elbows her. "Let's go find Alphinaud and Alisaie first, alright? If they haven't gotten anything out of the locals, at least we'll have their counsel."

They make their way to the twins, who seem heartened by how determined their Third Promise looks. Meteor nods to them with a small grin, spirits lifted well enough that he forgets to ask himself if he played his part correctly this time.

For the first time in a while, a weight is lifted off his shoulders.

[biitchcakes]

what if i took that "what would you steal from her apartment" meme a little too seriously?

and added stuff like -

her cute magnets?

leftover thai food? 16 hour old coffee? expensive imported english tea?

what about her own merch on her keys or mug?

pink fluffy robe? pink bunny slippers?

blonde wig? motorcycle jacket? signature red lipstick?

alien detector watch? universal ID card?

private investigator license? tablet for PI Business™️? what about her very own maltese falcon?

[thessence]

utami fujiyasu

30 years old. greek & japanese. cancer. june 30th. demi-god daughter of zeus with major daddy issues and a nurturing nature disguised under cigarette smoke, perpetual RBF, and a penchant for violence. she overseas a syndicate that deals in making problems "disappear". she only employs supernatural beings, to rebel against her father as he believes that creatures such as werewolves or vampires are even lower than humans and that she ruins herself associating with them & because they're just much sturdier than humans and usually better at fighting & intimdation. two younger vampires act as her right hand men, that she has affectionately “adopted” as brothers.

khalil jelani

23 years old. black & european. scorpio. october 30th. human turned vampire. twin brother to cicero. khalil is older by one minute and 5 seconds and consistently holds that over cicero’s head. utami saved their lives when they were much younger , when she could have left them for dead on the street. khalil’s goal is to find the vampire that turned he & his younger brother & left them to the dogs. working with utami is not only a way to do that , but to remain by her side for as long as she will have them. khalil is much more prideful & temperamental than his brother , but is also more sensitive & lashes out when he feels threatened or cornered. on a good day , he’s a jokester & likes to be around laughter , to have a good time with good company. utami and cicero are the single most important people in his life.

cicero jehlani

23 years old. black & european. scorpio. october 30th. human turned vampire. twin brother to khalil. cicero is often mistaken as the older twin simply because he’s generally calmer and kinder to most folks on first meeting than khalil. that isn’t to say that cicero can’t bare his fangs and snap his jaw like the predator he was forced to become. cicero’s cruel side is only ever forced to the surface — it is rarely ever acted upon willingly , because cicero is a man who deals with “blackout anger”. bodies have been laid to waste at his feet when he's blinded by rage and it is a part of him that has traumatized him , so cicero always does his best to be a mediator instead of a fighter. let it be known that his joyful kindness is not to be mistaken for weakness.

[amethysttheanarchist]

Someone should actually stop me istg

Two days ago, I'm trying to go to sleep after playing a super angsty game (detroit become human, you hurt me)

TELL ME WHY MY BRAIN WENT LIKE "hey what if John dory struggled with self-harm and his hand is riddled with cuts and that's why he wears the glove"

[bloodthrrsty]

ok finished these up some . ... references for cecil. :3c

[lifesver]

NO ONE SAVED YOU.

(aka the worst most fucked up au for leland and maria we've written)