#also cover subject to change

[ragnar0c]

Haven't really been arting so, working on the artbook/ zine. Nice to see all the work I'm doing be more than posts-

[marumicore]

Producer 08 by Dedf1sh (©℗ 2013 goodlooking)

[ophanim-vesper]

Hello world, have my BOTW/TOTK OC

Her name is Ciara (pronounced Kiara). She has quite the lore so strap in.

CW[?]: oc x canon, headcanons that not everyone might agree with, angst, tragic character death. Ciara was Zelda's lady-in-waiting, back before the Calamity struck. Ciara's mother was a wealthy noblewoman. Her father was a villager from a now extinct tribe within Hyrule.

[btw if you want to know more about that, here's a google doc on the Hylian tribe I made up for my OCs: doc]

Overtime, Ciara and Zelda grew close, to the point they were inseparable. At first, King Rhoam viewed this as a normal friendship; but as the two grew, their affections for one another became increasingly obvious.

In an attempt to separate the two, Rhoam makes Zelda visit the Sacred Springs to awaken her powers. Of course, he assigns Link as her appointed knight, as he views him as a prime suitor for her in the future. However, Zelda manages to sneak Ciara out of the castle and has her secretly accompany her.

Ciara was taught the culture of her tribe from her father, but due to her royal duties, was never able to practice them. Ciara rediscovers herself in the wilds of Hyrule, even befriending a Satori as her steed, despite her fear of horses. Sadly, Zelda was not having as much luck, as she struggled to unlock her latent abilities. Out of envy and frustration, she lashes out at Ciara, who returns her anger, and the two fight for the first time. When Calamity Ganon awakes, he attacks Zelda, but Ciara sacrifices herself to save her instead. Now reincarnated into a centaur-like spirit, Ciara roams the kingdom of Hyrule as an enigmatic entity. Her presence and power scares away Ganon's servants, to the point that they become paralyzed from fear. She is soon known as 'The Centauri', often associated with the Satori, and is known to protect those threatened by monsters. However, she carries a deep regret for not reconciling with her princess before her death. She wishes she could meet her again, even in this new, strange form. She watches the sky for the light dragon when it passes by, the sight of which sparks an eerie familiarity within the Centauri.

[telomirage]

jonnit is so cute 😂 I love him. and this metaphysician and his office are great. he's got a degree! he went to university!

[direwombat]

happy wip wednesday and first day of nanowrimo y'all

tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm~ <3)

tagging @trench-rot, @cassietrn, @strangefable, @voidika, @madparadoxum, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @josephslittledeputy, @inafieldofdaisies, @g0dspeeed, @simplegenius042, @miyabilicious, @strafethesesinners, @confidentandgood, @jillvalentinesday, @poetikat, and anyone else with something to share! (also to be added/removed to the taglist, please like/unlike this post here)

here's the intro to the scene directly after this halloween treat i posted of syb getting bit and her transformation. she's havin' a normal one. tw for emetophobia

Sybille comes to consciousness to the light of dawn filtering through the canopy of leaves overhead. 

Her head is pounding, a throbbing pain trapped inside her skull, and she winces as she hesitantly cracks her eyes open. She lets out a groan. The world is overwhelmingly bright. Most of the trees in the county are still changing colors, but here in the mountains, a good number have started to shed their leaves. What little shade they can provide, it isn’t enough to spare the burning to her eyes. 

She lies on the ground, naked as the day she was born, and covered in dirt and blood. She sits up and presses her palm to her forehead, and the second she does, her body is set alight with pain. Every muscle screams at her with an ache so deep that it goes down to the marrow of her bones. Shallow cuts and scratches are littered across her body, from the soles of her bare feet to the blood trickling down her cheek. Yet, while the pain flashes white-hot through her, she’s also fucking freezing. The hair on her arms and back of neck stand on end and through chattering teeth, her breath comes out in visible puffs in front of her. A violent shudder rolls through her, her body desperately trying to ward off the chill.

“Jesus Christ,” she moans, and she runs her hand through her hair, knocking loose leaves, twigs, and pine needles. The sweet, coppery tang of blood sits heavy on the back of her tongue and in her throat, and as she runs her tongue over her teeth — normal teeth — she finds sinewy bits of meat stuck between them.

Her stomach clenches and heaves at the realization and she rolls over onto her hands and knees to expel the rising bile. Only it isn’t just her own stomach acid that splatters onto the forest floor below her. An inordinate amount of blood and chunky pieces of partially digested meat and viscera splash below her. Her throat burns and her eyes sting, prickling with tears, as more and more blood erupts from her mouth. Jesus Christ, this all can’t be hers, can it?

It ain’t. Just deer’s blood.

She gasps her way through the dry-heaves once she’s expelled the last of it from her stomach, grimacing at what appears to be flecks of bone floating in the pool beneath her. Her belly aches, empty and cramping, and she spits a thick, foamy pink wad onto the ground.  Wiping the blood and spittle dripping off her chin, she takes a moment to catch her breath. Ragged pants eventually even out into deeper, rasping inhalations that actually fill her lungs. 

“Okay,” she wheezes. “We’re okay…we’re okay…”

She lifts her head — to take in her surroundings and get her bearings — but as she does, she’s met with the bloody carcass of an elk right in front of her. Its belly is ripped wide open, with its entrails spilling out onto the ground. Dead, milky white eyes stare back at her, and a fly crawls right over one of them, pausing directly on the eyeball to clean itself of the blood on its little insect legs. 

The kill is fresh. No more than an hour or two old. The blood and body are still warm, and the distinctive stench of rot has yet to set in, although she can definitely tell that it’s beginning to sour.

It’s almost a shame to let so much meat go to waste. 

And then she catches the chunky bits of meat sitting in her vomit-blood and the color drains from her face. All signs point to the poor elk being killed by an animal — wolves — but why would they abandon their prey instead of bringing pieces back to their pack? And why would they have let her get so close to such a fresh kill? Why the fuck did she, in what she can only assume was a fugue state, feel compelled to partake in feeding off this kill?

And why does she have the urge to press her fingers into the gaping wound and lick the thick, clotting blood off her fingers?

She shakes her head to free the thought. The dizziness is enough of a distraction to drown out the intrusive thought, but not to quiet it entirely. She’s so thirsty. She’s so hungry. 

She was hungry last night, too, wasn’t she?

Her head throbs again, and she crawls over to a nearby tree to lean against as she shakily rises to her feet. Pressing her hand to her forehead again, she screws her eyes shut, trying to recall the events of last night. The fuck happened?

She remembers dicking around at the office with Joey. 

She remembers Nancy patching a call through to her desk phone. 

She remembers Jacob’s voice on the other end. “One of my workers didn’t show up for the final check-in…no one’s been able to get a hold of him…we rounded up a search party…he’s stew meat now.”

She remembers driving up to the Veterans Center, only to find the place empty. And then…

And then…

Christ, what happened after that? Her jaw clenches, trying to focus on her memories, but all she gets is a blur of emotions. Fear, pain, rage, and then, eventually, hunger. 

Hunger…

God, she’s so hungry her gums ache. 

But her stomach can wait. She needs to find her way back to the Veterans Center and get back to her cruiser. She needs to let the Sheriff’s Department know what’s going on. Let them know about last night. 

She needs to let Eli know she’s alright. 

Shit, where are her clothes?

[deus-ex-mona]

just a comparison between some of the narumi sisters’ preferences~~~

[stormlit]

sabria "rook" mercar, shadow dragon mage. a spellblade with a natural aptitude for lightning and storm magic. she grew up by the sea, feels a kinship with it, and almost like she's channelling its storms and currents when she casts. sabria likes to masquerade as a rogue with her dagger on her belt and no staff in sight; magisters and tevinter slavers tend to underestimate non-mages and it means she can get right up close before unleashing her magic on them. mages, ranged AOE fighters? not sabria. she's right there in it, and she's direct.

sabria is elf-blooded and therefore small for a human, born to an elf slave who was freed when sabria was small. they lived with other liberati for a while, but when she was found wandering the streets of minrathous as a child, all she would say was that her mama was gone, and she was alone. and then she did not speak again for months. even now, if she's upset or frankly traumatised, she has a tendency to go completely silent. it was a shadow dragon who found her, assumed some connection to slavery, and got her placed with a couple who'd wanted children but could not have them. while not part of the organisation themselves, sabria's adoptive parents were at least somewhat sympathetic to the cause, and her adoptive father, in tevinter's navy, would turn a blind eye to ships rescuing slaves and smuggling them out of the imperium. but that has always been too passive, for rook, it has never felt like enough; she joined the shadow dragons as soon as she could, needing to do something concrete.

she does not consider herself a leader, but someone who does the right thing, even if it goes against the elite or the rules or her orders. she's a little prickly on the outside, a little stormy, but she's been through a lot and is protecting the soft heart she has. she's got a dry wit and deadpan sense of humour, and is very much about acts of service for those she cares about. loves music and plays the lute? there are lutes in thedas right? tho she doesn't advertise that, or that she loves nature. she knows how to survive, is very much street smarts, can pick locks as well as any rogue. while she can call lightning from the skies or start fires with her hands, she can also send little jolts through touch — another thing that happens inadvertently when she's upset — but also maybe be a human defibrillator z.oya n.azyalensky style.

this is so much rambling for a character i won't get to properly meet for a month but here we are she is living rent free in my head and yet i'm sure i'll look back on this post and laugh bc none of it holds true once i've started playing.

[oneleggedgiraffe]

Nobody luvs u :( Nobody cares :((

crusty version with more effects

[coquelicoq]

my two favorite subjects for a painting:

light reflecting off water

a woman sleeping soooo comfy cozy in bed

[moe-broey]

Also having to tag all those Pokemon characters really emphasizes how bullshit my tagging system is LMFAOOOO LIKE.

Character has a common and/or name you'd hear irl -> Okay I have to establish which game/franchise. Character has a relatively uncommon name -> They are the only character ever with that name and I'm going to tag them as such. OR similarly, esp in Pokemon's case: Character has a unique name made specifically for them -> They are the only character ever with that name and I'm going to tag them as such (real this time).

And the lines are NOT clear it is all vibes. Which honestly has led to the funny fe alfonse tag as if I'm calling him Mr. Lastname meanwhile Sharena is Sharena my best friend Sharena. LITERALLY feels like I'm on a first name basis w her and NOT her brother LMFAOOOOO

[imwritesometimes]

every day I want to cover the last tattoo I got more & more cause God forbid someone think I got it cause of a certain fandom..................

[kashilascorner]

Just finished reading Pachinko. I'm weeping, and reading the acknowledgements the author talks about how she basically spent 30 years writing it and I must say it was worth it

[tunnels-end]

It is deeply, deeply beneficial to TERFs if the only characteristic of TERF ideology you will recognize as wrong, harmful, or problematic is "they hate trans women".

TERF ideology is an expansive network of extremely toxic ideas, and the more of them we accept and normalize, the easier it becomes for them to fly under the radar and recruit new TERFs. The closer they get to turning the tide against all trans people, trans women included.

Case in point: In 2014-2015, I fell headlong into radical feminism. I did not know it was called radical feminism at the time, but I also didn't know what was wrong with radical feminism in the first place. I didn't see a problem with it.

I was a year deep into this shit when people I had been following, listening to, and looking up to finally said they didn't think trans women were women. It was only then that I unfollowed those people, specifically; but I continued to follow other TERFs-who-didn't-say-they-were-TERFs. I continued ingesting and spreading their ideas- for years after.

If TERFs "only target trans women" and "only want trans women gone", if that's the one and only problem with their ideology and if that's the only way we'll define them, we will inevitably miss a vast majority of the quiet beliefs that support their much louder hatred of trans women.

As another example: the trans community stood relatively united when TERFs and conservatives targeted our right to use the correct restroom, citing the "dangers" of trans women sharing space with cis women. But when they began targeting Lost Little Girls and Confused Lesbians and trotting detransitioners out to raise a panic about trans men, virtually the only people speaking up about it were other transmascs. Now we see a rash of anti-trans healthcare bills being passed in the US, and they're hurting every single one of us.

When you refuse to call a TERF a TERF just because they didn't specifically say they hate trans women, when you refuse to think critically about a TERF belief just because it's not directly related to trans women, you are actively helping TERFs spread their influence and build credibility.

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Just saw an article about how the phone line I have been using for 10 years now is about to get AI features. You seemingly cannot disable them. My phone updates automatically whether I tell it to or not. The most recent update has already fucked up autocorrect. I can type the sentence, "Yeah, I'm about to leave work," to my sister and it'll correct it to, "Yeah, if I am when I am leaving working." It just adds words and corrects me on shit that isn't wrong. Likes to put things in a tense other than the one I've been using previously. Or it'll straight up correct things to something that doesn't make sense (ex, I type "tge" by mistake and it corrects it to "yet"). I do not have the money for a new phone right now. I will lose my mind if AI becomes the way this thing functions.

[littleeyesofpallas]

87CLOCKERS

[cinnabeat]

im starting to think tondemo wonderz is way too fucking high