#and her characters name is BANGLES

[slippersmoo]

Made for love being cancelled from HBO is one of life’s biggest tragedies

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 9, day 23

Another wing down! Three out of eight complete, only five more to go! And then I start shading her clothing! Or design her spearhead. One of those. I mean eventually both but one has to happen first.

[ookaryi]

Nahida redesign! Breakdown below

So I adore Nahida as character, but especially as a southasian I always wished she would have more cultural motifs in her design. I really wanted to see something that could be realistically in the game, that adds to the original, while retaining the few great details hyv put in her design so I thought why not do it myself!

I based her dress on the lehenga instead of having the basic dress, as it's closest to her silhouette (missed opportunity!!!!!!). Its traditional wear, yet not as ancient as the saree which i thought fits nahidas youthfulness. Tbh I just split the dress in 2 lol, as i love her patterns

These prominently feature the bodhi leaf, which in buddhism symbolizes enlightenment and wisdom. So it was important for me to not alter those elements, and I changed almost nothing else on the dress.

What I did change are the sleeve things (?) To an actual dupatta, which is a type of long scarf. Put even more bodhi symbols there. Sorry for bad pic

Additionally I added a maang tikka (head jewelry) and earrings. I kept her bangle and the ghanta bell (used in hindu rituals) on the back as these are the other cultural elements she has.

The Mehndi design is a Lotus to reference one of her inspirations: Anahita, persian goddess of wisdom and flowing waters and where Nahida's name comes from. She is also inspired by hindu goddesses like Saraswati (also goddess of wisdom and more), Aranyani (forest goddess) , a forest fairy from the buddhist Kusanali Jataka tale, and likely even more.

And for the last detail: I gave her anklets, in reference to Aranyani/Rukkhadevata.

One of Rukkhadevatas title was Queen Aranyani, and the actual real goddess is said to have worn anklets with bells that were heard in the forest. Tho I removed the bells, since Rukkhadevata is dead and forgotten now, and so you can't hear her anymore. :')

Bc of it's purpose it's not the flashiest design, but I had so much fun researching, learning so many new things and trying to incorporate them back to Nahidas design! If someone educated has more to add or something I can correct I'd love to hear :)

[akascow]

JINAFIRE IS HEREEEE

i really like that her whole body isnt totally golden bc there is such thing as too much gold (cough g1 cough cough) lmao

DETAILS👇🏻👇🏻

i LOVE the gold stitching on her jacket (which is satin ?) and how the somewhat messy (/pos) handmade design of the pendant stitched onto it makes it look more like she sewed it herself (which she did) OOH

her skirt is really cool too,, also satin-y and the designs on it are so intricate jfkdjsl hard to see but its like dragons, scales and clouds in that traditional (?) chinese dragon type of art style and i think its supposed to be reminiscent of embroidery ? anyway i like how theres a lil transitions between colors on her knees

her ears are bigger and gold and i actually rlly like the design of them idk. earrings are like a knot talisman -- which from what i can tell the knot talisman is the endless loop// pán cháng [meaning infinity and longevity] :) -- and lil jade hoops and her makeup is that scaled design again lol

she has a lil reptilian kind of pupil BUT ALSO i always go crazy when characters have hazel eyes because i have hazel eyes and i never see it in character designs AND JINAFIRE HAS HAZEL EYES brown to green/grey to golden brown OUGHHHH fuck yeah bro

her hands have this cool wavy design on them and her claws are super long and pointy. a lil different than the g3 cartoon (she has green hands and just her nails are golden) but the g3 dolls dont ever really reflect the cartoon 1:1 anyway. plus i lowkey like her gold hands over green too HAHA. also jade bracelets (and necklaces) !! one is a beaded one and the other is a bangle :3

sommore dragon art on her shoes, the heels are a dragon too (although very hard to make out HAHA) the green part is iridescent too and the toes are upturned which from what ive seen is also a traditional shoe style, and it looks like the red ribbon part is another talisman but i cant find a specific name /example for it hmm... unfortunately no dragon-ish feet like her hands BUT her calves are WAY more defined than other g3 molds so i think thats interesting lol

accessories !! her sketchbook is the design of her jacket and bangle, the pen head is that of her lil cloud dog thing Cloudy//Yun-Yun,, glasses are kinda look like those sunglasses shaped like cloud with lil dangley charms to look like water or lightening- its kinda gen z BUT i do actually like these types of sunglasses irl,, plus it is nice to see mh designers are still keeping up w current fashion bc thats like half of what mh is about HAHA (also i am genz). also when u prop them up on her head they resemble dragon horns which idk it it was intentional but its hella cute

also heres the bag. idk i dont have anything interesting to say about that HAHA i like that its big tho lmao the other g3 bags can barely even hold their phone hdjhfdk

her phone case is another dragon lmao. the case blocks like a third of the screen tho idk how that doesnt drive her nuts HAHA

cute lil mannequin stand plus tail,, super tiny idk what shes designing clothes for on that thing maybe she makes doll clothes too HAHA kinda meta. also the base is a skullette kinda like the collector stand bases irl i guess

she also has a lil "fanghai yogurt drink" and i have literally nothing else to say about it HAHA

sorry to get all 8th grade history presentation on you in the middle there LMAO i think its neat and idk a lot about it so idk i just wanted to share for other ppl who may be interested HAHA plus it gives a lil more depth to the dolls lmao

[nerdanel01]

No. 8 - Substitutionary Satisfaction (NSFW/18+)

…Over the years she had only caught the tiniest peeks at Emmrich’s private rooms through his doorway, but the luxurious burgundy color of his bedsheets had pressed itself irrevocably into her memory. And it would smell so keenly of Emmrich, there, just as it had in the tent—like bergamot and pepper and dusty old tomes. Her imagination transfigured the chiming of Rolf’s belt into the clink of Emmrich’s bangles, the bracelets that adorned his arms, the many jeweled rings on his long fingers. 

When he entered her, Agnes was not thinking of Rolf at all.

She was thinking of all the things that she wanted but could never have. Of Emmrich’s hands on her body. The same elegant, well-manicured fingertips that would point out the most fascinating passages to her in whatever book or scroll he was reading; the same tanned, long-fingered hands that caressed her drawings with such reverent wonder (to be looked at once by him the way he looks at her sketches!); the same hands that now dug deeply into the meat of her hips, drawing Agnes’ body back towards his as he sheathed himself totally inside of her.

Agnes’ hand flew to her mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure and sheer relief that flooded through her, the warmth spiraling out from her stomach and flushing out into her limbs. The euphoria of fullness, the wanting in absence, and then the exhilarating rush of fullness again as Emmrich drew her back against him. The wet sound of their copulating, soft living flesh smacking against flesh and skin and meat each time Emmrich’s hips met the curve of her ass. The light rake of his nails down her bare back, his little huffs of breath as he thrust behind her. Giddying, mind-numbing joy as his fingers carefully unpinned the crown of hair around her head, sending black waves tumbling down her shoulders and around her face, running his fingers through it appreciatively.

In no time Agnes was writhing beneath him, arching her back to meet each of Emmrich’s thrusts, leaning into them to drive his cock deeper inside of her. So rapturous so gratifying so good one almost forgot to breathe, but then when one did—! Rockets of pleasure shooting through her body, coiling tight, driving her relentlessly towards her finish. 

Imagining the look on Emmrich’s face. His beautiful eyes, his mouth open and slack with pleasure. The drag of her name in his throat, what it might sound like spoken hoarsely around his satisfaction: “Agnes.”

Climax took her, white lightning of pleasure reducing her body to a trembling, sparkling, magnificent mess—all the tension she had carried in the Necropolis utterly unspooling into a warmth that carried her out of herself into a space of pure bliss, stifling her answering cry—“Emmrich!”—against the back of her hand.  [read full fic]

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I’m really proud of all the writing I did this year! So for the last ten days of 2024 I’m going to be reblogging my 10 favorite pieces that I wrote.

This chapter from for no mere mortal can resist makes the list because 1) its the first Emmrook smut I wrote (if that counts, as Emmrich is not technically in it) and 2) ROLF. He's such a cad in this one, but for a character I made up for Agnes to basically bang and disdain, he's snuck into a bunch of subsequent fics, grown a lot, and now I kind of adore him. Himbo sleeper hit of 2024.

also @erikonil drew an incredible portrait of Emmrich's protective face that still makes me kick my heels and giggle when I think of it ❤️

[extravagantliar]

i dunno if you've given it thought, or even posted about it yet, but... what do you think varric would have nicknamed everyone in the veilguard (perhaps assan and manfred included, inspiration and spoons willing)? O:

hey there! Mary gave them nicknames in the first couple of drafts she gave datv! I also had nicknames ready to go as well! I never published my list for a few reasons, as I wanted to wait, but some of these wont be surprising to you.

neve was slick in the comics, and I agree with this - I also think like she calls rook trouble, he called her trouble at one point and flurries when she changes the weather

harding - mary never gave her one - a la the same vein as Aveline, as he’s spooked by her like a horse, but when she’s not looking she’s also red ( just like Aveline in da2 ).

lucarnis - his first pass nickname was scruffy. which I also liked and I think it pairs well with the other nickname I had loaded for him knowing spite was a thing early. spooky would be the nickname for spite that pairs. I ended up changing my first draft nickname of jekyll and hyde for them - but I still think varric would use those when talking about a pair or calls lucarnis ‘chef’ rather than the fandom second pass of ‘knives’

bellara - mary ended up calling her bangles, which is super cute and super fitting. when her character was dropped I picked up the old name i used for Josephine and called her scribbles for my first playthrough, she has remained scribbles but also gained purple - as sometimes bellara we need to show and not tell.

davrin - had a reused nickname which is hero and is very apt. however it also feels rather shallow, as yes he is, but I would love to have davrin spotlighted with something new. hero for sure stays, but I also think wrangler ( nickname I gave him before datv ) or feathers would have been strong at the end of act 3 considering everything davrin gives, it would be apt for him to carry that name. Assan is squawks and Varric would be unnerved by him but overall friendly

taash - mary nicknamed them smokey and it’s also apt. the one I had loaded before datv was actually sparks or teeth or something to do with the first look we got, then I put that aside and landed on marigold eventually just gold - marigolds flower under the worst conditions and carry on even with the weight. i am still very VERY fond of sparks.

emmrich - was nicknamed bones by mary, which doesn’t surprise me they’re all trek fans and well emm does have that whole plot. i also wildly oscillated from doc to bones several times as trailers dropped and eventually bones was my pick too. doc would be well used along with his title of professor and well - to be annoying - otrano after the first piece of gothic lit ( and the origin of manfred’s name! )

manfred - he never got one! Poor baby! Neve calls him fred, which I adore but I also think varric would call him jaq ( one of the servants in the castle of otrano ) or my favourite rattles.

though at one point we called emm the wizard and manfred the strawman as I had just finished son of a witch and I’m glad I scrapped those two

solas kept his nickname of chuckles from everything I wrote from 2014 to the end of October 2024 and I couldn’t write over it if I wanted to. People dislike it because it’s a reuse. It fits solas better than purple Hawke who could have had something like jester ( as a way to poke at the viscount choice ). Mae and Dorian were Mae and Sparkler. The inquisitor is a couple of things depending on who holds the title and then Bran is Bran. The elves ( Elgy and Ghilly ) were affectionately called problem one & problem two

[strxytwig]

Gojo Got Drunk

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

Summary: You went out for your annual holiday drinks with some coworkers. This year, Gojo drank something other than soda. You weren't ready for the antics.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Gojo being drunk, slight angst

A/N: Doing a small character study with this blue eyed princess. I also haven't written in months and I'm extremely rusty af

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You found Gojo’s bobbing figure amusing, like watching one of those bendy inflatables. He sluggishly clung to whoever was nearest, face colored red from drinking and his head lolled side to side between conversation. The first victim of the night, Nanami, could only handle his drunk antics for so long before he slid out of the booth and left the white-haired sorcerer moping and making grabby hands to anyone whose name he could drunkenly sound out.

Normally, Gojo composed himself when out for drinks. He stuck to soda or a mocktail while acting the biggest fool among other drunks. How he let himself go tonight made no sense to the rest of you, nor were you that concerned. He acted no different to any other day, albeit a little clingier. Gojo was always loud.

"He's an idiot," Shoko said when you stared too long at his bobbing head. You turned your attention to her as she filled your glasses for the third round. "I doubt he even had two drinks."

"Yeah." You laughed to yourself, shifting in your booth seat. "It's kind of funny." You looked back at him when he toyed with the tiny umbrella in his drink. His mouth dropped in a pout with the overhead light reflecting off of his shades. "I don't think I've ever seen him drunk."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. He's not going to drink again after this."

You hummed. "Guess he really is a lightweight."

"Nice bracelet," Shoko said. You looked down to where she pointed at the shiny bangle on your wrist. "Where'd you get it?"

"I got it as a present from my mom." You twisted your wrist a little to show it off. "Between this or the fuzzy socks I got from her and the fountain pen from my dad, this one seemed appropriate for tonight."

"Would have loved to see you in your fuzzy socks." Shoko rested her chin in her hand.

"Yeah, I guess." You set your wrist down and shrugged. "I don't know. It feels like we're not close anymore."

"Are you going home for New Year's?"

You shook your head. "No point in trying."

She narrowed her eyes. "I get it." She sighed and took a drink from her glass. "It's a tough job with tough hours."

"Sometimes, I wonder if I should have taken my cousin's advice and worked an office job." You pouted. "Then again, that's a whole different hell."

"No rest for the wicked."

"No." You sighed and sank deeper into your chair.

An arm quickly slung around your shoulder. At the same moment, they tugged, dragging you down into someone's chest. You floundered and stabilized yourself before you could fall out of the booth. Your hands gripped the table for purchase. Your heart raced from the jolt

"Why the long face?" Gojo chastised you,bending his knees. "It's Christmas Eve. You should be happy!"

You frowned at him. "Gojo!"

"Satoru!" He cheered with a big grin.

"Why aren't you at your booth?" You attempted to look over his shoulder at the long-abandoned booth, but Gojo pulled you closer.

"I got lonely. Nobody would sit with me." He leaned closer to look at both you and Shoko. "But that's fine because I got you two lovelies."

"Count me out." Shoko slipped out of her side of the boot and grabbed her drink. "I don't need a headache this early in the night."

You watched her helplessly. "Shoko."

"Take care." She half-heartedly waved before weaving around the bar to a different group.

You tried to follow her with your eyes, hoping she'd feel the heat of your stare, but Gojo wedged himself into the seat beside you clumsily with his arm still around your shoulders. He laughed boisterously and set his drink with the tiny umbrella on the table beside yours. Every move he made only jostled you.

"What's up!"

You frowned and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. "Gojo..."

"Have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He tilted his head down, correcting it when it started to roll.

"Yes." You looked away flustered. "Many times."

"It's cute when you play hard-to-get."

The alcohol burned your cheeks. "We're dating."

"You don't act like it." He absentmindedly blew air into your face.

"That's-" You were at a loss.

He wasn't wrong. The two of you started dating four months prior, after his constant and incessant flirting. Contrary to popular belief, you were the one to ask him out. It took small deliberation on his part before he agreed to be your boyfriend, only after you swore it didn't have to be serious. He didn't like serious. You accepted that.

So, the sudden personality flip this past month embarrassed you to no end. He was touchy and affectionate like no tomorrow. You struggled to keep up with this change. It happened out of nowhere. From casual dates and hookups to him being everything he agreed not to be. You worried you'd find a heart box of chocolates on your counter tomorrow morning for Christmas.

"What, you don't like me?" He pouted and leaned closer.

"I like you," you assured, placing your hand on his chest to keep him from falling onto you. "I'm just- you're drunk and you won't remember this tomorrow. So, I don't see why we should discuss it now."

"I'll remember." He pulled away to pout more. "I'm not going to forget what you said."

"Gojo." You sighed and started over. "Satoru-"

He hummed in content and fell into you, burying his face in your neck. "Yeah?"

"Why are you so...different?"

He slumped against your shoulder. "What do you mean?"

"You weren't like this a month ago." You tried to pull away to look at him, but he wrapped his arm around your side, keeping you locked in place. "You're really touchy."

"I'm your boyfriend," he answered breezily, if a little slurred. "I want to be a good boyfriend."

Your stomach twisted into a knot. "Satoru-"

"I love you," he muttered. He buried himself into your neck more. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You lost your breath, trying to decide if what you heard was real. It was a mistake. He mumbled and you misheard.

"What?"

He nuzzled your neck. "I love you," he said with more clarity.

"Satoru." You managed to nudge him away so you could look at him properly. You pushed his shades up to his hairline and saw his eyes for the first time that night. Red-rimmed and shiny with unshed tears. You inhaled softly. "Satoru, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I love you." He turned you to him and held you by the shoulders. "That's enough, right?"

The look in his eyes told you he wasn't all there. As if he was looking right through you. You ignored the rest of the noise from the bar and focused on Satoru. Even if he weren't drunk, you would be worried. 

"Yes. Of course, that's enough." You nodded your head.

"You don't have to love me back," he said, pulling you into a hug as he buried his head in your shoulder. "It's okay. Don't leave."

"I won't." You returned the hug. Was this moving too fast? Were you ready for the next step in your relationship? Would he feel the same way in the morning? Would you? It didn’t matter."And I love you too."

He laughed breathlessly into your shirt. "Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask."

He pulled away slightly to bring his mouth to yours. It was slow and hesitant, the way he hovered. In the long second he hesitated, you wondered what would come of this. He stared into your eyes for a long moment before he closed his eyes and relinquished himself to the kiss. You reciprocated with ease, relaxing your body and melting into him.

When he broke the kiss, he buried his face in your shoulder again. "I love you, Suguru."

Your heart stopped beating.

Satoru nuzzled you closer. "Don't leave this time."

You swallowed dryly.

He slumped against you. "I love you."

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[damiiimidassss]

Chung Myung x Yin Yue(oc)

Chapter 1: First life the curse, and the fall.

Summary: In where this chapter tackles the first life of Yin Yue and the past that continues to choke her life.

Tw: Mentions of blood, cheating, death

This chapter will include art that shows what the characters look like.

Chap2

Far from the bustling town. Here, in the moonlit shadows of ancient trees, a fox spirit watched from the edge of the woods, her eyes glowing with a mixture of sorrow and anger.

Her name was Ling, and she had once been a guardian of these forests, but for him, for the merchant Yuan, she had revealed her true form, risking everything. They had spent years together, in secret moments beneath the stars. Yuan had professed his love for her, a love she had believed—until the day he returned from the city with another.

Yuan stood beside a woman dressed in silk, her hands adorned with jade bangles, her hair pinned high with gold. Meilin the daughter of a wealthy nobleman.

Ling watched from the trees, her heart shattering. Yuan had not sought her in days, and now she understood why. He had chosen wealth, status, over the love they once shared.

One evening, after the marriage, Ling appeared before Yuan. Her ethereal beauty was tinged with a darkness she had never shown him before. Her fox-like eyes glistened, but it was no longer with affection.

"You've forgotten me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with fury. "You’ve chosen wealth over love."

Yuan looked at her, shame twisting his features, but he didn’t speak. He dared not.

Ling’s gaze turned towards the grand home he now shared with Meilin. She knew Meilin carried his child, a son who would inherit Yuan’s wealth, his lineage, everything that should have been built on love.

"I gave you my heart," Ling whispered, stepping closer. Her form seemed to shift in the moonlight, her fox ears becoming visible, her true form unveiled. "But you gave me nothing in return. For that, I will give your child a gift—a curse."

Yuan paled. “What are you saying?”

Ling’s lips curved into a sad smile, but her eyes were sharp. “Your child will never know love as we did. Each time they fall in love, it will end in tragedy. They will lose the one they love, over and over. Worse still, their lover will remember each life, but your child will not. They will be cursed to meet again and again, only for love to end in heartbreak and death before they can marry or bear children. They will never escape it."

Her words felt like a storm crashing through the forest, the wind picking up, howling around them.

"Please, no," Yuan pleaded. "Our child is innocent."

"Innocent?" Ling's voice rose, filled with pain. "Innocent as you were when you left me? No, Yuan. Your son will suffer as I have suffered."

She turned, her fox tail flicking behind her, and as she disappeared into the shadows of the forest, the curse sank into the earth, binding the child to a fate they would never understand.

Yuan stood watching her retrieving form in despair.

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Years passed, and Yuan's son, Chung Myung, grew into a handsome young man. His raven hair thay glows under the sun, matching his baby looks. His tall physique that every woman loves

Chung Myung, he was a wealthy merchant, the business passed down by his father renowned for his prosperity and influence. His name stretched across provinces, bringing luxury and goods to every corner of the land. But despite his wealth, his heart had never known true love—until he met Yin Yue, a beautiful and enigmatic gambler.

Yin Yue was unlike anyone Chung Myung had ever encountered. She was sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and lived with a recklessness that fascinated him. At the gambling tables, she was a legend, her luck as fickle as the wind, but she always wore a smile, and she doesn't lose ,Chung Myung , used to the rigid etiquette of the merchant class, found her freedom intoxicating.

He fell for her deeply, and soon, their affair became known throughout the city. Though others whispered about how improper it was for a wealthy man to associate with a gambler, Chung Myung didn’t care. He showered Yin Yue with gifts—silks, gold jewelry, rare perfumes from distant lands. He wanted to give her everything.

Yin Yue accepted his gifts with a smile, but there was a shadow behind her eyes . She knew something Chung Myung did not—"the curse" that followed him, even if he was oblivious to it. Yin Yue had always been sensitive to things others could not see. She had once heard whispers of fate from an old fortune teller, a woman who had warned her to stay away from Chung Myung.

“He is cursed,” the fortune teller had said. “Love him, and it will end in tragedy. Every lifetime, his love is doomed to die. But only someone with great strength can break it.”

Yin Yue, stubborn as she was, didn’t believe in curses. She believed in luck. So she stayed with Chung Myung, trying her best to avoid what the old woman had foretold.

But as their love deepened, she couldn’t ignore the signs. Everywhere they turned, misfortune seemed to follow them. Chung Myung's business began to falter, losing deals that had always been guaranteed. Merchants who had once sought his favor suddenly turned cold, and his family—those closest to him—began to act strange, as though dark plots swirled beneath their polite smiles.

One evening, as they lay together in the private chambers of his estate, Chung Myung rested his head on Yin Yue lap, his eyes closed, his expression peaceful. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting soft shadows around them.

“Yin Yue,” he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. With you, everything feels right. Like I could forget the world.”

Yin Yue's fingers traced the curve of his face, but there was a heaviness in her heart. She had spent nights in secret, consulting every mystic and seer she could find, searching for a way to break the curse. But the answers were always the same—tragedy was inevitable. And no matter how she tried to protect him, there was always something dark on the horizon.

“I’ll protect you,” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Chung Myung opened his eyes, gazing up at her. “Protect me? I’m the one who should be protecting you.”

Yin Yue forced a smile, but deep inside, her resolve was breaking. The fortune teller’s warning echoed in her ears—he is cursed. His love is doomed.

But she couldn’t walk away from him. She had fallen too deep.

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The night the curse finally caught up to them came without warning.

It began as a subtle pain in Chung Myung stomach, a discomfort he had dismissed after a long day. But by the time night fell, it had worsened. His skin grew pale, his breath short, and soon, he was bedridden, writhing in agony.

Yin Yue stayed by his side, refusing to leave him. She had seen enough in her life to know what was happening. Poison. Someone had poisoned Chung Myung, and she knew exactly who.

His own family.

Greedy for his wealth, jealous of his success, they had waited for the right moment to strike. She had seen it in their eyes, the jealousy simmering beneath their polite words. She had tried to protect him, but she had failed.

As the poison ravaged his body, Chung Myung struggled to stay conscious, his breaths shallow, his hand clutching Yin Yue.

“Yin Yue,” he gasped, his voice weak, “who did this…?”

She couldn’t bring herself to tell him the truth, not in his final moments. But the tears in her eyes told him everything.

“They’ll pay,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “I swear… I’ll come back. I won’t rest until I make them pay.”

Yin Yue leaned over him, her forehead pressed against his. “No, Chung Myung. Don’t think about revenge. Think about us. Just stay with me.”

But Chung Myung's eyes were filled with a burning resolve, even as the life drained from him. “I’ll come back. I’ll break this… curse. And I’ll make sure that no one… will ever… hurt you again.”

His voice faltered, his eyes closing for the last time as the poison claimed him.

"NO! MY LOVE!"

Yin Yue screamed his name, her tears falling onto his lifeless face, but it was too late. The curse had won.

But even as he died, Yin Yue felt something stir in the air, a dark energy that whispered of revenge, of broken promises and twisted fates. Chung Myung's last vow echoed in her ears.

Yin Yue slowly stands up and grab a sharp object that can cut through her skin,

'My love I'll see you in another life'

She shakly she slits her throat she falls unto the ground as darkness succumbs her vision she can feel her warm blood coating her cold dead skin.

But in the darkness, she saw a beautiful fox spirit

Yin Yue looks around realizing shes in the afterlife, but is she?

The beautiful woman approached her and suddenly the fox spirit face was close to her

YIn Yue didn't move or budge, she felt numb

"Poor you, you got caught up in this mess. No woman deserves a fate like yours, but Chung Myung deserves that curse, after what his own father did to me"

Ling smiled seductively backing out one step to give her space

Yin Yue only stared at her, but deep inside her mind, she wanted to kill Ling, but she knew she'd lose. She's weak, and not even luck can save her.

"If you want to break the curse, you'll have to kill me. But little mouse" She gets near her ears, whispering her next word

"You're still weak"

Before Yin Yue can touch her Ling had already back up

"You demon! I swear I'm gonna kill you, I'll take off your every limbs. I'll let you eat your own heart! I'll make you beg for forgivenes!"

Ling only laughed, as Yin Yue struggled to run to her

"Well see"

Ling disappeared completely in the air

Yin Yue vision suddenly turned white, maybe in her next life. She will kill that demon fox.

[kismetmoon]

(possible eyestrain warning)

giza for @entraptz !

[ID: a digital drawing of an original stylised Flatland character named Giza on a red background.

Giza is a humanoid creature with a round head and one large red eye. She is drawn as a grey outline that shows the shape of her sweatpants and the bangles on her wrists.

She is stood with her head tilted down while looking up at the viewer with a narrowed eye. Her right hand is held bent with a cigarette between her fingers. An outline of smoke is trailing from the cigarette. Her left arm is held down by her side with a silhouette of a black butcher knife in her hand in front of her legs. “Giza” is wrote beside her in all black capitals, with the letter “a” wrote as the anarchy symbol.

End ID].

doodles and an alternative / ‘normally’ coloured version under the cut (where i forgot that she doesn’t actually have a top point, sorry !) (no eyestrain warning) :

[ID: four digital drawings of Giza done on red backgrounds.

The first image shows the same drawing of Giza as above, but coloured in in a lineless style. She has dark grey skin with light grey patches on her shoulders and a sharp point on top of her head. She is wearing baggy grey sweatpants, two thin silver bangles on her right wrist and a thick silver bangle on her left. The cigarette is orange and white with a light grey smoke cloud outline. The butcher knife blade is the same red as the background.

The second image is an uncoloured doodle of Giza. She is kicking her leg out and has both her arms up with a butcher knife in her left hand. She is smiling at the knife.

The third image is another uncoloured doodle of her standing while facing the viewer and giving them the middle finger. She has an angry expression.

The fourth image is also an uncoloured doodle of Giza sat down and reading a book on the ground. She looks intrigued by the book. There is black writing beside her that says “reading :)”.

End ID].

[serenedash]

Let's talk khux gameplay and plot,

imo I think part of khux's story telling and the impact of the story gets lost now that the game is defunct. I always thought people didn't appreciate how the gameplay and the mechanics actually had an impact on the story and while that impact become virtually nonexistent later on, I always thought it made the story far more engaging when the game was just chi/unchained chi and also the English translation didn't do it too well ngl

Anyway what I'm specifically talking about is the medal system. Also I feel like the whole bangle thing wasn't explained well in game but really it just comes down to leveling up medals specifically. If you never played khux, you equip medals to your keyblades and they doa specific attack and to level them up you combine multiple of the same medal and you could see how leveled up a medal is by the amount of yellow dots next to it and, in JP at least, this was called "guilt" and like wow that name fucking slaps. And when nightmare chirithy reveals the player has been collecting darkness this whole time thru the medal system, you have literal guilt on your conscious. You are guilty of collecting darkness and negative emotions like guilt to use for your own power. And in Back Cover when the foretellers are made aware of this, there's no stopping it and ofc the player can't stop either, they HAVE to get stronger, you literally have to keep playing the game,

Another part of the game that I appreciated is the way the name changes factored into the game; chi was the original "world line" that the dandelions existed in and at first unchained chi had come off as just a remake but really what we're playing is the continuation, where the player and the dandelions are now in this unchained state/new world line and they're reliving their time as wielders but now without the war/"dark" memories and finally when they relive everything and get back to the "present," they continue on after into "union cross" which I feel like. wasn't explained well in game that much tbh but if you didn't understand what that meant in game, it was just to say that unions didn't matter anymore and they were all dandelions so the unions. when the unions are crossed.

and tbh the experience of playing this game in real time also added to the experience a lot and the impact of the story especially with a player insert character. I think the most effective use of this game being played in real time was Strelitzia. Now in the english version, everything with Strelitzia was all one update and the english ver was behind so honestly they had to do catch up they couldn't really afford to lag behind. But in JP, which most khux fans kept up with using fan translations, Strelitzia's introduction and her death happened about a month apart so it gave the players time to actualyl grow attached to her and THEN we get crushed. You can easily pin point the exact time certain khux fan art was drawn bc in a group drawing of the dandelions Strelitzia is there instead of Lauriam since he was only introduced after her death

and another thing! It only became apparent by the end of the game but khux actually takes place over the course of about 4 years. which is fucking insane. because the dandelions were stuck in the data for 4 years and didn't know it until the glitches started. and the game ran for roughly the same amount of time and we weren't even aware of that either until the glitches! ("why 4 years" there are cutscenes that literally say "4 years ago" so yeah girl what the fuck haha)

Anyway yeah this was just me rambling I think about this so much all the time can you tell. I hope missing link does something like this too tbh it makes it more fun and makes it feel that your actions as the player actually have impact on the story

[ketamollykaine]

Dove/Hopper Character Sheet

(I'm looking to commission a digital artist for a portrait of Dove, hmu!)

Name: Dove Alina Thatch

Alias: Hopper - due to inter-dimensional travel

Age & Birthday: 25, February 2, 2000 (Aquarius)

Place of Origin: Middlefield, Connecticut

Species: Human, reanimated spirit, witch

Appearance: Tailbone length platinum blonde hair in two braids, curtain bangs, sleepy blue almond eyes, thin dark brown eyebrows, long black eyelashes, button nose, pale skin, modest smokey eye makeup, 5'4", athletic but feminine build, 145 lbs, 38" bust, 27" waist, 40" hips, gold piercings (bridge, septum hoop, left nostril stud, 0g tunnels in earlobes, vertical labret), heart shaped face, high cheekbones, full light pink lips (with some lip filler), several tattoos including a spiderweb in her ear and a cross on her right temple, sharp, pointy nails.

Outfit: All black everything. Pashmina/head covering, hoodie lined with faux fur, denim jacket, crop top, bra, underwear, ankle socks, leggings, leather pants, steel toe combat boots with yellow ladder laces (iykyk), and a copper bangle.

Roles: Slenderman's proxy & Midnight City lost spirit/hunter

Duties: Protecting Slenderman's forest, disposing of trespassers, hunting down ritual goers when called to Midnight City, using occult knowledge to advance the other proxies abilities and intellect, collecting information for Slenderman and the proxies.

Personality: Reserved, quiet, calm, prefers to keep to herself, usually only speaks when spoken to, but frequently talks and sings to herself, intellectual, positive, and caring for her comrades. Does not enjoy her work, but is grateful to have a group of people that will never leave her.

Theme Songs: Everything I Do Is For You - Amira Elfeky / Part IV - DJ BJ / The Brightside - Lil Peep

Background Info: Lifelong witch, grew up in an abusive household on her dad's side, her mother tried her best but was addicted to drugs, bullied throughout school, but stood up for herself using violence in middle school, during high school everyone chilled out on her, moved several times during childhood and her teen years, graduated at the top of her class a year early, has one older brother, lived with her grandma most of her teen years, plays several instruments and sings, has worked as a barista, bar tender, private chef and a stripper, a former drug addict, alcoholic, lost the love of her life when she was 17, lost several friends to drug overdoses, and lost her very best friend to an accidental overdose, had 2 miscarriages and a failed engagement. Decided her best way out was to do the Midnight City ritual.

Allies: Masky, Hoodie, Kate the Chaser, Ticci Toby, Slenderman, Seere, Clockwork, Jeff the Killer

Shipped with: you decide (I personally like Hoodie or Toby)

[me-uglypretty]

the mistakes of love

Pairing:  Carol Danvers x Reader

Summary: Carol accepts her mistakes, but she wasn't ready to accept the reality of the one she loves.

Warning: (18+), angst, mention of war, main character death, the marvels spoiler | 1k words

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I Fate appeared as though, muddled of sick jokes focussed on her existence and the ample of displease at mistakes she still regretted. It was her fault. She had accepted that fate countless of times before as her weary fixate on the unseen blood that stained her hands. It was a foolish act on her part. The belief that blazes within of how she was right, the act of power was proceeded by righteousness.

Thus, Carol Danvers stood there. A frown settled deep into her features, and the ache in her chest worsens at each harsh beat of her heart. Wishful thinking of those aspiring to save the world had aid her guilt to some extent.

"Captain Marvel, the annihilator.”

She hated that designated name for her. It wasn’t immoral at first like she had repeated to herself. Merely a deed driven by greater reasons and amiss was the aftermath. The repetition of such reasons hasn’t hindered the hatred spewed at her by the Kree or as Dar-Benn scowls, detesting her sheer existence for destroying their home.

“You took everything from me. And now I'm returning the favour."

Despite the evident of her life stolen under daylight and into the hands of the Kree. Her previous life was concealed with a forge identity. Memories stolen, only appearing as glimpse of something she couldn’t grasp between reality or fiction. It was wrong of them, and it was wrong for her to had acted that way.

Captain Marvel—powerful, strong, and vicious as she may be—was at fault. Perhaps, she deserved the guilt that drown her and hatred that threaten to ruin every little good in her life. She accepted her action wasn’t something that resolved a conflict. Carol Danvers accepted her fate.

“Don’t do this,” Carol had plead again.

Anger surfaced further as Dar-Benn spoke with gritted teeth. “Why must we stop now? Are you afraid? Where was your concern when you made my people suffer?”

Kamala tried appeasing Dar-Benn with reasons of danger if she was to use both bangles. A power that wouldn’t help either one of them. One wrapped around her arms while the other in the Kree’s possession. Similarly, Monica tried reassuring her that they would find a better solution.

It was then, amidst spoken wrath and a provoked battle that someone appeared behind Dar-Benn. Satisfaction flash in those angered eyes as silence emerged.

However, one reaction seemed to interest them more than the other. Monica and Kamala shared a puzzled look by the sight of Carol; mouth parted in utter shock, eyes wide and glossy as she stared ahead where the lone figure stood.

The physical reality of Carol differs from the trembles inside. Carol swore upon her life, the before and after, she must be dreaming of this or had dreamed of moments alike for far too many mourning nights. It was you just steps away from her. If she counted the seconds to reach you, it wouldn’t take her long as she would have soared towards you faster than light itself.

But you weren’t alike the euphoric persona she had experience before. You were there, surely, and your eyes appeared in their usual hues, however, those orbs stared vacantly into hers that glimmers of unshed tears. The stoic expression on your face and hallow eyes was devoid of the life she adored.

Carol was sure that you were there and yet, you weren’t.

“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Dar-Benn proclaimed as her knuckles grazed your face in a jeering way. There wasn’t a distinct reaction on your face at her contact.

The concern gesture of a hand pressed on Carol’s upper back doesn’t reduce the tremor in her chest. “Who’s that?” Monica questioned seconds after, voice low and firm.

If she had asked the same question years ago, Carol would have beamed by the increasing emotions to speak of everything that revolved around you. A life that she couldn’t fathom losing and yet, she destroyed it completely.

Instead, Carol ignored the queries of her friends or teammates, the people that she must protect from facing the same devastation. She takes timid steps forward till she reached you. Two taunting steps away from you. Dar-Benn seemed to permit the distance with a chuckle of amusement.

The first warning she comprehend was the absolute indifference in your features. It was unlike you to remain so emotionless. She had expected for more. Words of anger spat at her face, an anticipated brawl between two, and the expression of such disapproval for her mistakes. The finality after the rapid reaction would have been followed by dreaded questions of her disappearance.

Carol was expecting everything that would have illustrate life, and never the flat silence that stirred a frightening ache in her heart for you. She feared the reasons that would reveal why you weren’t the same person she once knew. This wasn’t you. It’s a warning that perched dangerously at the stake of her heart.

Dar-Benn shared a wicked grin when Carol had glance at her. “I found out something about you and something about memories,” she explained vaguely. Her mouth lowered to your ear in pretend whisper as she spoke. “Remember Carol? The love of your life?”

Gasps echoed in the warship at the revelation, followed by confused murmurs between two. In contrast to the dejected look on Carol’s face when yours conveyed no such response. She would rather hear your anger, accompanied by the leader who radiated in vengeance or anything that wouldn’t sought with finality by Dar-Benn’s statement.

“Please,” Carol exhaled shakily. “Let me fix this. It’s my fault so let me fix this,” she said as her shoulder slumped in remorse. She stretched her hands towards Dar-Benn with her palms faced upwards, presenting herself without the glow of her strength. An act of peace than pledge of combat.

There was never a start or an end to the horrid things she had face. Before her truth, it was conditions formed by the Kree that she must follow and now, she was meant to protect the galaxy—and you.

It was you that she had promised as sole reason for her return. Then, the civil war was ensued by the assurance of freeing the occupants of Hala, and the destruction of your home. And yet, the last words of yours, echoed in her mind in tender affection;

“Whatever may happen, good or bad…I don’t think it would stop me from loving you, Carol Danvers.”

It was a mistake, Carol wanted to scream once she had figured out the truth. She had made many of them and still suffered through the ones she couldn’t fix. Like the promise of coming back home to little Monica, she promised the young child so much and felt shame at her failure to fulfil them. It was cowardly of her.

Now, she faced you in absolute danger. Her mistakes came back to haunt her. The evil she had done unto them and them—onto those she cared for.

“You want her?” Dar-Benn nodded towards you. “Or you want this?” she raised her arm, showcasing the glowing quantum bands.

At this moment, Kamala takes a rushed step forward. “Don’t do it, Carol.”

Monica agreed with mutters of a solution. It fades into sounds that doesn’t change the outcome of such faith.

It takes exactly five second. First second for the sound of disapproval at their pleas. Second was the blink of her eyes as she accepted defeat. Third that warned of a battle. Fourth had bleed into her heart of how death does follow her. Fifth was the fight which her body was obligatory to endure for them, especially when you had leapt forward with the emblem of unrecognisable rage.

It takes every throb of her aching heart for her to blast the glowing light that you deemed as the brightest, if not challenged by her smile. You had always spoken of such honied words that she couldn’t understand how her betrayal still rendered you emotionless.

How awful of a scene, how horrid it was to witness the fall of your body alike dominos collapsing to their doom. Then, for a fleeting moment, she had caught glimpse of those eyes she knew and adored, the emotions that bloom in those orbs as you witness the surge of energy directed at you—like you were there, you saw her at such a terrifying scene, you feared of her or something more—and it was empty again. Those eyes that she swore had glistened at the shout of your name from her miserable mouth.

It had happened in seconds. One moment she was reaching for your greying body then the other, she was rushing through space after Dar-Benn’s irrational act and the end, darkness engulf her.

It takes seconds, she thought. For Monica to haul her body from floating aimlessly in space and for Kamal to assist them back on the warship.

The worse was her trembling hands reaching for your body and cradling you in her arms. A cold body rested on hers as warm breath wafted at every apology that fell from her mouth. Tears fell woefully on your face by her grief.

Carol made a mistake. The worst of them had followed her spiteful shadow and cursed those who stood by her. It was unfair. You didn’t deserve the consequences of her action. It wasn’t fair to those whose life was endangered by her. It wasn’t fair to you.

Her bleary eyes stuck on your face, as if, trying to find a way for those eyes to flutter open and for a voice to carry through the eerily silent warship. Then, her mind deemed as the right time to reminisce the sweet moments shared with you. One of them was alike this, your head pressed soundly to her chest and her arms wrapped safely around your warm body. The gleamer of hope that glaze your eyes as you intently listen to her story of life on earth, and your attention doesn’t flatter, only growing with the smile on your face.

The love that blooms in your heart was for her. That, the scary truth, she was so afraid to admit. You had loved her, and she had failed you.

But Carol had loved you too.

She had loved you the first time your eyes had caught her attention. She loved you so, that her heart ceased to pulse by her accord as the truth settled in her chest. This must have been the ultimate consequence of her action. Maybe love wasn’t deserving for someone drowning in remorse by their own fault.

Nothing could change the outcome of this. The murmurs that soon surround her, doesn’t relief the infinite ache in her chest.

It was the end of you, and the end of hope.

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[autisticshadowthehedgehog]

Guesses for which character will be associated with which dish in the upcoming Sonic cookbook.

Blue is confirmed, either through the preview pages or name-drops in the title; or, in Chip's case, "it showed up in his game"

Red is "most likely"

reasonings for a couple down here:

Eat n' Run definitely sounds like Sonic

"Future-proof" with "Egg" tarts is confusing. My main guess is Eggman but Silver/Nega aren't off the table

"Perfect Note" could, as @birdsareblooming mentioned to me, be a reference to Tails Music Maker. Other than that, Vector's the main musician of the gang

"Eat Red Spheres" is def a reference to classic gameplay

"Tornado" Chips is very likely for Tails's plane

"Royal" Roasted Pinwheels, huh? Blaze.

"My Daily Respite" is also very vague. Could be Eggman?

"Burrito Blasts" could really be anyone, considering we all blast a lot. Shadow's probably the most likely with his usage of chaos blast.

"Luxurious Light Fare" – Luxurious sounds like a word Rouge would use. Other than that, I got nothin

"Island's" Bounty Salad seems like an Angel Island thing

NO idea what "Sumptuous Salad" could be. Maybe Eggman?

"A Simple Deduction" is either Eggman or Tails, they're the only ones who talk like that

"Leaf Swirl Salad" could be Sonic swirling up leaves as he runs, or something Big or Sticks eat in the woods

"Bangle Bagels"– Amy's bracelets could be considered bangles? My main guess is Rouge because her main thing is Jewelry. Bangles are also v popular in south asia so it could be Blaze, but I've never seen her wear any.

"Unlimited Potential" is a chaos emerald thing, right?

"Simple Pleasures" sounds very Big, but I could also see Knux or Espio

"When a Flatfoot's Flat Broke"– "Flatfoot" is a term for a detective or cop, and well. Vector be broke

Anything with "Ninja" in the title is probably Espio

"West Side Island" Sandwich is prob Tails

The "Rival's" Chili Dog is def Shadow being annoying <3

"Villain" Sub and Perfect "Egg"dog being next to each other is interesting; it's possible they'll have two of the same character in a row but maybe we'll have another villain?

"Catch o' the Day" is def Big

"The Master Meal Plan" sounds like Master Emerald, so Knux

"The Garlic Collector" – I put Rouge for "collector" but I SWEAR that title is a reference to some old mystery novel?? I just can't put my finger on which. So it could be Chaotix if that's the case

"Tangled Leads" could be Tangle buuuuuut it's more likely to be Vector with the "Mystery" angle

"Hidden Truth" is also a mystery angle but the usage of "hidden" seems like they'll use Espio

"Timeless" Comfort Food makes me emotional like ok Silver

Blaze's kingdom is ocean-based so she's def the "Sea-Born Monarch"

Tails and his Mint Candy, man

"Seven Rings in Hand" def references Sonic and the Secret Rings. Whether it's Sonic himself or Shahra in here...

"World Uniting" sounds a lot like a Sonic Unleashed thing

"Edge of Darkness" is something a hot topic kid would come up with so it's Shadow

The "Family Cookie Recipe" and "Mother's Specialty" both sound very much like Cream. But again, two in a row? Family cookie could also be Robotnik fam maybe? And mother's specialty could be Rouge's unseen mom?

"Colorful Companions" seems to be a ref to Sonic Colors and the wisps

"Caffeine Control" is this one isn't just "eat the coffee beans directly" then what is the point

"Diamonds in the Sky" couuuuld be Rouge cause gem ref but that's DEFINITELY a ref to Sonic R

"Vim n Vigor" idfk dude it's probably Vector just for the alliteration

[dracoangel]

Pieces on a Board

Characters: OC: Rayne Amell, OC: Aiden Theirin, OC: Davia Theirin, Lucanis Dellamorte, Neve Gallus, Davrin, Emmrich Volkarin, Taash, Bellara Lutare Rating: E # of Words: 915 Summary: The battle is done and they find a moment of peace.

My first time writing a one-shot in about 5 years. I'm a bit rusty. ❤️

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They sat around the room, the nine of them, all very aware of the empty seat on the couch that no one could bring themselves to sit in. Not yet at least. Maybe some day.

It was quiet, everyone in their own heads. No doubt still going through everything that happened the days before. No one knowing if they were even going to make it back. Not knowing if they would even win. They hoped, of course. But war is a messy thing.

She should know. She’d been through it three times. Well, four times now. Hells. She’s survived 3 Blights now. Granted two of those Blights were at the same time, but still. So, she supposes it more that she has survived three Arch Demons.

Rayne looked around the room.

She sat on the armrest of a chair, Lucanis in the seat his hand resting on her thigh. Usually he stood beside Emmrich, always with his cup of coffee that she teased him about. But they were all tired, bodies still recouping from fighting and helping with clean up until they could barely stand.

Across from her sat her son in his usual spot. But this time Neve chose to sit in his lap. Whether she just needed the contact or she couldn’t bare to sit on that couch alone.

Next to them was Davrin with her daughter curled in his lap. She looked so tired, draining herself dry using her healing on so many people.

Everyone else in their usual spots. Taash, Emmrich and poor Bellara choosing to sit on the floor beside him looking about to fall asleep. They all were, but they all began to trickle into the room throughout the day.

Just sharing the moment together.

“Your name.”

Rayne jumped and turned to Taash. “What?”

“Rook.” Taash turned to Aiden. “How’d you get it?”

Aiden shifted in his seat, Neve shifting with him, as if his mind was rousing from sleep. “Um…” He frowned and shook his head. “Varric, he gave it to me. At the start, when he came for me in Treviso.”

Taash lifted their shoulders, “Okay, but why?”

“It’s a chess piece.” Neve said sitting straighter. “The strongest piece on the board. That’s what Varric said the first day we met.”

“Right.” Aiden gave a sad smile. “But he tends to think in straight lines.”

“Of course,” Davia said in an amused voice. “That’s not your first nickname.”

Aiden groaned. “Please don’t.”

“Oh?” Bellara perked up. “What was it?”

Aiden groaned and leaned his head back.

“Come on, now.” Neve gave him a nudge.

Aiden heaved a big sigh. “You got to understand, when I first met Varric I was like… three years old.”

“And yet he gave me Butterfly.” Davia nearly said in a sing-song voice.

“Butterfly?” Davrin asked. “Why?”

Davia shrugged. “I don’t know. I never asked.”

“Come on, Aiden.” Rayne said with a smile.

He mumbled.

“What was that?” Emmrich asked.

“Squirt. He called me Squirt.”

No one said a word. And then the sound of contained laughter broke the silence.

Neve held a hand over her mouth and her body shook.

“You’re supposed to be on my side.” Aiden accused, but his smile belied his annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but…” She cleared her throat. “Well, at least you grew out of it.”

“Small blessings.”

Lucanis turned to Rayne, “What about you?”

She hummed, “Jewel.” She smiled. “For my eyes, I believe.”

“I wish I’d met him.” Bellara said wistfully. “I wonder what name he would have given me.”

“He used to call me Slick.” Neve said smiling.

Rayne hummed as she took in Bellara and smiled, “Bangles. I think he’d call you Bangles.”

Bellara beamed, “I like it.”

“I think, Master Tethras would have given the two of you new names.” Emmrich said motioning at Rayne and Davia.

Davia tilted her head. “Oh? To what?”

“I think he’d keep it in theme with chess.” Davrin said.

“And what would Davia’s be?” Rayne said in amusement.

“Hmm.” Neve tapped her chin in thought. “I think… Bishop. It also symbolizes you as a healer.”

Davia thought about it and then her face lit up. “I like it.”

“And Rayne?” Taash said. “What piece would you be?”

They all stopped, thinking hard.

Rayne chuckled. “Really, I don’t need—”

“The Queen.”

Her eyes widened and looked down at Lucanis who had a smile on his face as he took her in. “You can’t be serious.” She shook her head. “I think your biased.”

“No, no.” Emmrich said. “He has the right of it.”

“And how do you figure?”

It was Lucanis who answered. “The Queen is the most powerful piece on the board. It can move anywhere. Combining the powers of the rook and bishop.” He nodded to Aiden and Davia who grinned. “Embodying power and flexibility, dominance and foresight.”

Emmrich nodded. “Rather apt, I’d say.”

Rayne looked between the two men and sighed. “I’ll just keep Jewel, if it’s all the same to you. Last thing I need is people calling me Queen.”

“What about Queenie?” Taash asked, seeming serious.

“God’s save me.” Rayne huffed.

And just like that, the room burst with conversation, the quiet gone. Everyone revitalized with energy.

Rayne smiled. “Good job, Varric.” She said softly where no one could hear her.

Lucanis gripped her around the waist and pulled her down into his lap. She snuggled in close, feeling his breath on her ear as he said, “You’re a Queen to me.”

[townofcadence]

Muse Information - Fox

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Basic Information:

Full Name: Sarah "Fox" Cooper

Nicknames: Fox, she hates her first name, it doesn't feel like her

Age: 26

Date of Birth: December 16th

Nationality: American

Accent: American

Blood Type: B

Pronouns: She/her

Gender: Cis Lady

Sexuality: Bi, Lady-leaning

Relationship Status: Single

Occupation: Squatter and Thief of Shiny Things

Physical Traits:

Height: 4’10” (147.32 cm)

Weight: 135 Lbs. (61.23 kg)

Eye Color(s): Blue, with yellow sclera

Hair Color(s): pink and blonde

Notable Features: Tan, she has a fox paw tattoo on her left upper arm, and a large scratch scar on her right shoulder near her neck. She is usually decorated in kandi bracelets and a variety of shiny things, including earrings, necklaces, bangles and rings. She has long claw-like nails, sharp teeth that poke out, and a pair of long, pale ears. her hair is long, half shaved and half pulled back into a ponytail. It is a faded pink dye, more vibrant near the tips, and washed out near the top. Her blond roots are showing. She has an athletic build, and wears baggy clothes. She keeps a faux foxtail clipped to her pants. She usually is covered in dirt somehow. her alternative form is a leucistic fox

Nature: Playful, Mischievous, Impulsive, greedy, cheerful, excitable, bold, talkative, loud, friendly, dirty, gremlin

Brief Bio: Sarah Cooper was a human until 24. She lived a relatively tough life. Raised in foster care, she bounced around homes, never really emotionally connecting to any of the families that took her in. She aged out in the system, and then was shunted into adulthood, which-- was not fun at all, really.

She ended up playing at petty thievery, rejecting the idea of some job she'd never love for one that was-- dangerous, but fun and made her feel alive. She scrounged to have enough to live on, including pickpocketing and pilfering things when she could-- with mixed results. Her ass got kicked more often than not, but sometimes she was able to charm her way into some food or a place to sleep for a bit instead. She ended up dating a few people she'd stolen things from unsuccessfully. It was working for her because she-- loved the thrill, the fun, the games trying not to get caught, and most importantly, the adrenaline rush and the adventure of it all. It was about fun, not ending up in some soulless boring job. It was about never growing up.

At 24, she met a girl. The two hit it off at a club, and hung out often. At her birthday party, the two hooked up, and the other girl revealed she was a lycan-- a wolf. She offered to turn Fox as a gift, because running wild and free was the best thing in the world to her-- and Fox said yes. She was given the scratch on her shoulder, and turned to a fox. And while some struggled with their new inner animal instincts and coming to terms with them, Fox was one of the fastest to acclimate to lycanthropy. She was already half feral, so it just turned some of her impulses up to an eleven, and the control of them down further. But still, she was the happiest she ever had been, especially when the two parted ways, and fox decided that running wild in the woods just sounded like more fun than being a functioning member of society. She's a creature of travel, going wherever the wind takes her, unburdened of care or connection to really draw her to a home.

Who needs one, anyways? She can turn into a fucking fox!

Art Ref:

[casketjones]

I'm not sure how to info dump for a bunch of character concepts in a way that's digestible but eh whatever

Concept work for a group of mafia hitwomen and their long suffering handler. They're likely going to be used in a underground illegal wrestling ring arc because that's all I really want in my media.

This post plus additional sketches and more background info will be going up on my patreon and kofi tomorrow.

more under the cut,

They're all vampires that I really cooked up to test a concept for vamps for my comic project. Based on a blood sucking animal and a historical anti-vampire burial method, some of the burial methods are gonna be pushed and fibbed because there's not that many of them. so yeah incidental vampires will have a cage motif even tho I know good and well that cages were to prevent resurrection men getting in not vampires getting out. I feel that's thematically close enough. There's so many really good sanguivore animals out there these are maybe too safe even.

The other thing I really wanted to accomplish with these designs is targeting lesbians, hey ladies these are for you. How am I doing?

going left to right here we got

Flea- She's a Flea I tried taking a lot from Blake's Ghost of a Flea but I don't think it comes through. Her grave-shackle is that scythe coming out her shoulder, it's maybe a bit of a stretch, the real thing was buried in the ground next to the corpse so if it rose it would decapitate itself but I didn't really want to complicate the design with a bunch of dirt or something. Regardless I like her design a lot. Short hairy goblin of a woman, someone stop me from naming her Puce.

Mosquito- Her hair took a little bit to sort out, it used to be real bad but this mess is perfect. Horrible 90's stylized part call back, reminiscent of boxer braids while being ostentatious enough to work in any setting. That cool bangle is her grave-shackle, an actual shackle this time. Her build was immediate, huge arms, weird long butt, perfection. She's the easiest to dress which isn't that surprising considering shes thinner but usually big arms are really difficult in women's wear. Flea is actually the second easiest to dress. There's gotta be a better name than Malaria, but i could call her Mal.

Geo(?)- small mafia man, constantly put upon, constantly behind the 8-ball with upper management; you know the type. The other guys definitely tell him he's lucky all the time but they'd never switch assignments with him. Why is he so small? because I can do whatever i want. His name might be Geoffrey.

Lamprey- Went through the most iterations, was very hard to piece together a woman this disaster lesbian. The spike through the heart, traditionally meant to keep the alleged vampire pinned to the ground was always part of the design, so was the long neck and heart lipstick, the hook earring came and went. Everything else was difficult; general build was pretty similar but i didn't actually work until I gave her a gut and dropped her waist. I used to have gill markings on her neck that looked like vampire bite marks and that took a while to give up but that hair is too good. She probably will end up being named Nakkila, it's a Finnish town with lamprey on their crest.

Leech- Took just two stabs to get her hair, body and face where I wanted it. Those bright red eyebrows work so well to subtly mimic leech markings, her hair shapes are perfect and I love drawing them. It's hard to tell at this size but her lips are sewn together which works almost too well for the theming, the cartoon jack'o lantern shape just sits right on a leech. Being built like a brick shithouse with fantastic fat rolls really gives the body diversity in the group the punch it needs. But dear god in heaven she is so hard to dress! I'm liking this dress a moderate amount right now and I really love the shoes but it's not perfect. I've tried suits instead, I've down active wear, all crazy difficult. It's like fashion doesn't want to accentuate horizontal stripes on large bodies or something? I gotta keep trying on it. I've almost convinced myself to name her Annelid.