#anyhow thank you for the ask!!!

[morismentos]

any thoughts/opinions/HCs for Brad 👁👁🤲? /nf

braaad!!!! i love brad hes a great first boss and just very silly

moving onto the hcs !

- he wears Hawaiian shirts too, but in a more ironic sense compared to death, he’s got all the funny ones

- i think he would own a muscle car a bright red one. i’m not a car guy at all so shrug LOL (he only owns one though, and it’s not one he fixed himself. still is a pride and joy)

- obviously he is the life of the party, always has been. good at setting up the vibe but not catering it ect. he thinks he’s good at doing cocktails, mixed drinks ectect. he’s Not.

- guy who brings his work out stuff to work, mainly for pictures, though he does let Will use them sometimes

- the social media aspect of death inc is so funny to me you just gotta imagine the sorts of things goes on. i feel like brad would take sponsors of various quality in like. sports products , he’d also insert himself into grimes and hectors online beef, it’s like that one image “does anyone in this thread like splatoon” 

- i’ve drawn this a bunch but he’s trans, the afterlife’s first trans dude bro/jj

- responsible for so many of claudes injuries, it’s absolutely taken out of his paycheck

- pretty good at guitar hero, thinks it swoons people, not exactly(except maaaybe for mark) but they do still think it’s cool

- he’d be a Rodrigues flying fox bat this isn’t anything i just like bats

i’m also going use this post to just mention the bolder rain dialogue again. still funny as hell to me . i know your father moron

[desertfangs]

2. Share a snippet of an old wip that you never posted.

Sent in an meme ask by @hekateinhell but this is probably too long of a snippet (1100 words) so I wanted to share it on its own. Last year, I was trying really hard to write some serious post-QotD conversations and interactions (STILL AM! Just finished a fic from this era that I can't wait to edit and share!) but this is the only one I wrote with Armand and Louis. I wasn't happy with all of Louis' dialogue and it didn't really have an ending so I gave up on and set it aside.

So here is a big ol' chunk of a time I attempted to write something for Armand/Louis post-QotD on Night Island. It opens with Armand watching Daniel and Marius taking a speedboat to the mainland to hunt in Miami and he's pensive, and then Louis comes in the room and they start talking. The book in question is Interview with the Vampire, which is probably obvious:

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“It was just a book,” Armand said. “Do you wish I’d stopped it?” 

“No.” Louis’ answer was firm and immediate. “I only thought perhaps you’d tracked Daniel down because of the book and I was surprised to learn otherwise.” 

“He came to me as a gift from you.”

Louis smiled faintly. “I didn’t send him to you intentionally, but I am glad that you found him. He seems to love you.”

Armand’s heart constricted again. He loved him, yes, but how long until the resentment and hatred took hold? He’d taken Daniel’s life from him. He stopped himself, taking a steadying breath. No, he wouldn’t think of some dark uncertain future. He would think of Daniel happy for now, giddy with immortality. Daniel, who would return from hunting still buzzing from the kill and hot from the blood, and put his arm over Armand’s shoulders and laugh as he recounted whatever misadventures he and Marius got up to on the mainland. Daniel, who would nuzzle against him and let him drink some of that hot blood from his throat. 

“You must love him.” Louis stepped closer, seeming to see Armand’s internal struggle. He could not hear his thoughts but surely his fear had played out on his face. 

“Of course I love him,” Armand said, the way he’d said it to Daniel himself so many times, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I built this island for him.” 

He wasn’t sure why he said that. Perhaps because Louis was looking at him with those penetrating green eyes, a little furrow on his brow between them. Perhaps because Louis was standing close to him and he could breathe in the smell of him again and he realized now how much he’d missed it. 

“He’s lucky he met you and not someone with more nefarious intentions.” 

Armand laughed. “He must not have told you of how things began, then.” 

“He did mention something about global hide and seek, but he was talking quite fast. His love for you is plain enough though.” 

Armand nodded. He had no doubt Daniel loved him. He’d always been able to see it in Daniel’s mind, his blood. He never would have given him the blood otherwise. But Daniel didn’t know—couldn’t truly know—the price he would pay for immortality as a mortal, and even now, it was too new, too fresh, for him to truly understand the gravity of it. Daniel wanted to be with him forever but it was an easy thing to want when forever was an abstract. 

“Yes,” Armand agreed.

“Yet you seem pensive.” Louis stepped closer, as if he might put an arm around him or otherwise reach out to comfort him but Armand moved backward, only slightly, just out of his reach. 

“There are a lot of vampires in my house,” Armand said.

“And that bothers you?” Louis asked, in a way that suggested he knew it didn’t. From his thoughts, Armand could tell he had a question on the tip of his mind but Armand would not answer it if he refused to speak it aloud. This was the Louis he remembered, such curiosity and passion, but so afraid to indulge it, even over something so small.

“No. I quite enjoy it.” Armand met his eyes, daring him to ask the question he really wanted to ask. “But it is different. It’s been only Daniel and myself here since the Villa was built. And Daniel was mortal.” It was odd having so many vampires in such a small radius, let alone in his home. He had to be careful to tune out their thoughts and still their presences burned in his awareness. But really, now they were all there, it felt almost as if the Night Island had always been intended for the purpose. 

Louis nodded, as if he felt similarly. Certainly it was strange for Louis, who had so desperately sought out others once upon a time, and who later could no longer tolerate them. Not even Armand. 

Silence filled the air between them like a tangible thing. Louis put his hands in his pockets and cast about the room for something else to say. Something about his posture and expression pulled Armand back in time, to when he’d struggled so haplessly to pull anything out of Louis at all. The frustration and the pain of being with him while he was so distant, and the elation whenever he could get anything from him. 

A wicked urge overcame him. He stepped closer, into Louis’ personal space. He brushed his fingers down Louis’ arm, his skin cold even through the knit of his sweater. Louis turned to him, startled. 

“Ask me,” Armand said. 

Louis frowned. Pretended not to know what he meant. He pulled his hands from his pockets but did not move away from Armand. 

Armand kept his gaze level and steady, silently demanding.

Louis coughed softly, as if vampires could need to cough, such a mortal affectation. He broke from Armand’s gaze, turning to study the unused fireplace. “When you learned I was in San Francisco, did you ever consider coming to find me?” 

Ah, there it was.

“Why would I come find you? You made it perfectly clear you had no want or need of me.” He wasn’t sure what he hoped for in Louis’ reaction: some fire or spark maybe. An angry retort about how he was the one who’d left. He’d spent too many years sparring with Daniel, who shot back. But instead, disappointment etched itself in Louis’ beautiful face and Armand’s chest felt heavy. 

“That was a long time ago,” Louis said softly. 

“So it’s changed?” Armand asked, almost inaudibly. He stood rigid, waiting for the answer.

Louis, so human, so gentle, looked faintly surprised. “Yes.” 

The tension in Armand’s body eased and his shoulders relaxed. He reached up and caressed Louis’ cheek with the backs of his fingers. Louis closed his eyes, almost reverent. Armand stepped closer still until they were only inches away. 

The front door banged open and voices filled the foyer. Jesse, Eric, and Santino, having some animated discussion that echoed through the parlor’s open doors. Louis’ eyes snapped open and he stepped backward as if caught out at something he shouldn’t have been doing. 

Ridiculous, of course. No one would begrudge them this reunion so long in the making. Well, maybe Lestat, and only because he hated not being the center of attention. But if he cared so much about what Louis was doing, he was welcome to come out of that room he’d holed up in and do something about it.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[archerdepartures116]

So uhm, first time asking, just found you through a friend. Would Yue Qingyuan be fine with accepting some gifts? I want to give him some stuff to express my admiration and appreciation for him existing. Anyway, hello to Yue-qianbei, I think you’re really attractive and quite dashing, and I'd totally court you–though everyone knows that isn't possible and you're out of our league and Shen-qianbei (or the others) might hunt me along with your other admirers down hahaha–but I just want to give you a little something instead! *gives flowers, a poem, and some cake*

[Beneath the heavens, your light does shine, A steadfast heart, so pure, divine.

With kindness etched in every glance,

A loyal soul, in life’s vast dance.

Your strength a shield, your words a guide,

A beacon bright where storms collide.

Oh, Yue Qingyuan, my heart does soar,

To know your grace, I could want no more.]

*runs away after giving the gifts*

(Am I a Yue Qingyuan simp? Yes, I am. Is this even considered an ask, lol, I also wanna say, Merry Christmas to you, Archer, hope you have a wonderful day/night! I really love your art, keep up the good work! Also, Happy New Year in advance!)

he's very flattered

[mychlapci]

ohoho, i have been rotating the idea of Megatron having Orion's sparkling and raising it to hate Optimus Prime for a while... Megatron doesn't keep his spawn's origin a secret, it knows that Orion Pax was its sire and that Optimus Prime is a sick caricature of that very bot.

It'd be especially heartbreaking if word gets out to Optimus that his and Megatron's sparkling survived and that it's part of his army now... maybe he even tries to connect with it...

[terristre]

I know request says closed but I just wanted to tell you that we’ll finally be getting the Glorious Masquerade event this month. Any thought pookie? You excited?

I AM COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS til i can bully this man 💥🥊

[ghcstao3]

I hope your day is as amazing as you.

What would happen is soap was Makarov's son who run away to live with his Scottish Aunt? He knows Russian and how Makarov operates and wants to stop it, that is why he joined up. What would happen with the team and Makarov finding out?

Have a lovely rest of the year. I hope it is restful and relaxing

i actually love this prompt so much !! thank you, and i hope you are doing well :)

-

The first thought in Soap’s head upon being passed a photo of his father isn’t of revenge or abhorrence like he thought it might be—it’s wondering if Ghost notices the tremble in his hand as he’s given the picture.

His second thought is that he must have, because Ghost isn’t even looking at the photo pinched between his fingers.

He’s looking right at Soap.

“Makarov,” Price supplies, though Soap needs no introduction. He’s more familiar with the task force’s newest target than he’d like to be.

But he’d been waiting for this. Soap had been surviving out of spite and the hope that maybe one day he might finally reach this point. That maybe he could be the one to put a bullet in his father's skull for all he's done.

Ghost’s eyes continue to bore into the side of his face up until a passive dismissal from Price, and even then there’s a second set of footsteps behind Soap as he leaves the bar.

His shadow only lets him get as far as the elevator of the run-down hotel they're posted up in for the time being, before the emergency stop toggle is pulled just as the doors slide shut and the car moves upward.

Soap is suddenly shoved up against a wall, Ghost's forearm pressed to his throat while a handlerail digs into his spine. He could fight the lieutenant off, he could—but Soap’s senses tell him it'd be futile. That whatever it is Ghost wants from him would be inescapable, inevitable, no matter how hard he tries.

"You know something," Ghost says, barely loud enough to be heard over the blaring elevator alarm. His eyes are intense, dark—and for a moment Soap is in full understanding of the fear Ghost's enemies carry for him.

"Not sure what you mean, sir," Soap replies. And maybe a part of him knows exactly what it is Ghost is talking about, but a louder majority is panicked. Confused.

Soap's throat is squeezed tighter. A threat, from his own lieutenant.

"About Makarov," Ghost grunts. "I saw your face when you looked at that photo. There's something you're not saying, MacTavish, and I reckon you'd spit it out before I make you."

Soap's eyes go wide, never having even thought of Ghost picking up on his expression. Never having even thought there was an expression. He feels his heartbeat jump pace, thumping in his throat as he struggles to swallow. This isn't how he'd imagine telling anyone his place in this. Who he really is.

In all honesty, he hadn't imagined it happening at all, mostly because he wished for it to never have to come up.

But perhaps Soap should've known that Ghost is too smart for that to be possible.

"Don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Soap rasps. He knows it's the wrong answer for Ghost, but he's not quite sure what else he could say.

Thankfully, Ghost doesn't suffocate Soap further, though he doesn't budge his hold yet, either. Not as he hisses, "Try me."

Soap screws his eyes shut, huffing air through his nose to brace himself for whatever reaction he'll receive. For whatever reaction he doesn't want to wait on.

"I'm—" Soap sighs his uncertainty, his voice quivering, "Makarov is my father."

Though Ghost scoffs, Soap can feel some of the pressure on his windpipe mercifully lift. "Bullshit he is. Why would you be hunting him?"

Soap finally begins to scrabble at the thick forearm at his throat. "I ran away when I was old enough. He... he made me do awful things for him, LT, and I—can you please just let me go?" Tears sting the corners of Soap's eyes. "I'll explain everything, I just—"

Ghost suddenly frees him, and Soap doubles over, heaving in gasping breaths as he rubs at his neck and collarbone. The alarm stops ringing as Ghost pushes the emergency toggle back in place, and the car begins moving again.

It's a blur, being led to Ghost's hotel room, but he's appreciative to not have to think about his steps as Ghost drags him along and seats him on the foot of the made bed.

Soap opens his mouth to let his explanation begin tumbling out, but Ghost shushes him before he gets the chance.

"I'm getting Price, Gaz, and Laswell before you say anything," Ghost tells him. "Whether you like it or not, I'm not keeping this secret from the team if it'll help us take down your f—Makarov's operation."

Soap understands, he does—but that doesn't mean it hurts any less to hear the distrust in Ghost's voice that Soap had only recently managed to work away.

Ghost pauses in the doorway, and for a hopeful second Soap thinks he's changed his mind.

"I'm sorry," he says instead, before turning and heading back into the hallway.

The door clicks loudly shut, the electronic lock mechanism resetting. Soap sighs, feeling his shoulders slump uncomfortably low as he waits. He suspects he has a night of storytelling ahead of him, now.

If only he'd been more careful.

*

The team takes in the new information better than Soap had anticipated.

Ghost says nothing the entire time. Asks no questions and offers nothing more than a grunt or huff to acknowledge what's being said. Soap only hopes his walls haven't been permanently rebuilt.

Price takes the information in stride, just as Laswell does. They both ask questions that pertain more so to their current mission, poking and prodding to see if any of Soap's personal intel could help them find more and easier success in the near future.

Gaz sits with him and tells Soap it changes nothing about who he is. That because he's still fighting for the right cause, nothing else matters—not his past nor paternity.

Soap is just grateful that beyond his confrontation with Ghost in the elevator, no rash decisions have been made otherwise in the face of this revelation.

But after everything—Soap just wants to sleep. He just wants space.

It takes longer than Soap would’ve liked for it to happen, but it does eventually. He’s finally allowed to leave the room and shuffle to his own, though not before Price catches his arm in the hallway, once Gaz and Laswell have both disappeared, Ghost’s door having long since been shut.

“This isn’t to say I don’t trust you to do it,” Price says, “but if it comes down to it, Soap—you can’t hesitate.”

Can’t hesitate to kill Makarov, Price means.

“Of course, sir.” Soap nods. In no world does he need to be told to take action. “I understand. No second-guesses.”

Price hums. “Good,” he says, and pats Soap’s shoulder. “Now rest up, sergeant. Lots of work still to do.”

Soap nods again and bids Price goodnight before finally slipping into his own room. He barely takes the time to toe off his shoes and shed his jacket before collapsing onto the bed, more than ready to curl up and sleep for an eternity.

But alas, as Price had said—there’s still plenty left to do.

[surreal-duck]

midoyuzu is canon to me because of you

thank you anon..... im doing my part.... still havent recovered from the dream live interaction they had so heres doodles from last year of that. i cant believe they did that

on a separate note ive been kinda having mixed feelings regarding enst as a whole and while i dont think ill stop like. making/interacting w fanwork and such ill most likely step back a bit as well. even if it isnt new the racist shit that happyele's pulling really does suck ass, the fact im also really fond of akatsuki myself aside im sure its doubly worse for lots of other fans

[fancifulplaguerat]

was re-reading your additions to that post about having played classic hd/daniil is bad discourse and since you mentioned it i’d like to ask what are your main issues with his p2 characterization? as someone who also hates it (so far, i am giving him the benefit of the doubt since his own route is not out yet. even as an npc he was so much better in p1 though.)

Tbh it’s mostly my subjective taste; I don’t think Daniil’s character is inherently “bad” in P2, but I am inevitably going to contrast it with PHD Daniil and. Well. Essentially I think Daniil is a caricature of himself in P2 and is less thematically interesting because of it.

Sorry this will be long bc I have many Thoughts and Opinions.

I immediately found P2 Daniil unnecessarily abrasive. Like “I was blessed with a naturally high intelligence,” Patho Classic Daniil would not fucking say that. Or at the very least that would be an inside thought. Plus how he discusses Rubin with Artemy: “Oh, I doubt it. I’m much more cautious than you. And attentive. And heedful. For example, I’ve managed to establish a friendly relationship with Rubin, your so-called friend.” This is just dripping with condescension in the very structure of it. He undermines Artemy’s ability and doubles-down on his presumed superiority, which he punctuates with further assertions that he knows better. Maybe it’s crazed behavior to consider the syntax, but seriously, ‘And attentive. And heedful.’ are more forceful because of the full-stops, like he either A) purposefully spoke in this staccato for emphasis, or B) couldn’t help himself from adding even more ways that his authority outweighs Artemy’s. He also rubs unnecessary salt in the wound by exemplifying his supposed authority via a connection with an individual Artemy has history with; like the ‘so-called friend’ is so dastardly for no reason.

And he KEEPS GOING.

“Allow me to sum up. Rubin told me he’s the only decent doctor in town, but you’re a competent surgeon! I need you alive, healthy, and quiet. Close at hand. Spare me any wild improvisations—I’ll be the one handling the situation. Medicum morbo adhibere. […] [Rubin’s] gone to carry out my orders! From now on, your Rubin does what I tell him to do. He entered my service of his own accord. I suggest that you do the same. It will help everyone.”

This makes me want to choke him the fuck out, he sounds so ungodly arrogant. ‘I need you quiet’? He is treating Artemy like a child at best, a tool at worst, and him suggesting that Artemy fall in line like Rubin grosses me tf out.

I know I’m preaching to the choir, but for the sake of tediously stating my opinion, compare this with some rough equivalents in HD.

First:

Bachelor: Master Rubin, who doesn’t trust me and is concealing something important, has an unusual source of infected tissue. […] You’re closer to him than I am, though; perhaps he’d be willing to share with you the information that he is concealing from me. > Rubin hates me. Bachelor: He absolutely doesn’t. Last time we talked, I described your feats in detail and proved that his suspicions were completely baseless. You’re his hero now, and he’s deeply ashamed of his tantrum.”

Daniil is being a little devious here, ostensibly trying to use Artemy/Rubin’s friendship (?) to get information he wants that Rubin won’t give him. But he acknowledges that Artemy is closer to Rubin and went to bat for him. I find this interesting because it raises questions about his character—what exactly was Daniil’s motivation to clear Artemy’s name? Was it just to this end, or did he personally care because his central character trait is justice? We also know that he hates lies above all else, and it was a lie (injustice) that Artemy committed patricide, so this action could reinforce the centrality of justice/truth to his character. What does the adjacent P2 exchange suggest? That Daniil has a superiority complex? That he is collaborative only in the sense that everyone he deems ‘useful’ should defer to his authority unquestioningly? What theme does it suggest/support in his character? Obviously, not every word a character utters has to have thematic significance, but I’m throwing it out there anyway.

To compare the second part:

“I heard a rumour of a man who is well-equipped to both dissect the dead and gut the living. […] I’m sure that whenever they find him, he will prove to be very helpful indeed. This is, after all, his line of occupation. He’s bound to do a better job than I ever could. As for me, I’ve had enough of that already.”

PHD Daniil recognizes Artemy’s utility like P2 Daniil, but doesn’t treat him like a tool. He outright acknowledges a deficiency in his own ability, though the final sentence expresses frustration which could arguably read as Daniil thinking he is above “that.” I still think (again. this is my arbitrary opinion not like. objective textual analysis) this reads more like snark than smug superiority. And to your NPC point, I think Daniil is at his lowest asshole capacity in the Haruspex Route, which is why the “Daniil is an ass in P2 because it’s Artemy’s perspective” falls flat to me. Not that that isn’t true—it very well could be, given Daniil’s characterization in The Marble Nest.

Also, I feel P2 Daniil aligns more with the Cold Selfish Academic archetype than PHD Daniil, who is pretty willing to work with others. He clearly cares about people, and his connections with them at that. Trust appears critical to him, and honestly he seems to trust people pretty quickly. He mentions “mutual trust” to Victor and Rubin, and then there’s his reaction to Aglaya’s betrayal; it still keeps me pacing my study that IN HIS OWN ROUTE Daniil’s central deciding factor for the Polyhedron’s fate is that Aglaya betrayed him and he is hurt/angry. He is lashing out because she hurt him—that’s the crux of Artemy’s argument in the Cathedral. Aglaya being a liar is also part of the rationale Daniil uses on Artemy in the Haruspex Route in the Polyhedron’s favor. So, his value of trust suggests that he cares about his relationships with others, and expects them to care back. He also generally establishes reciprocity, rather than trying to be the authority, as P2 Daniil.

Quick tangent: I think this apparent importance of trust connects to his central tenet of truth/justice. When an Herb Bride asks him “What makes you think [lies] have to be dark?” he can reply, “Because they replace the true state of affairs with a false one to profit from someone else’s suffering.” He sees lies as inherently malicious bc they involve a person’s suffering, *unjust* suffering at that.

PHD Daniil also often assumes responsibility for others’ safety (trigger-happy episodes aside, but I think those can be relegated to the Daniil Dankovsky Justice Complex), even those who aren’t his nearest&dearest like his Thanatica colleagues. There are two instances I can recall off the cuff where PHD Daniil changes his refusal to do something he considers “beneath” him—acting as Rubin’s ‘errand-boy’ and talking to Griff in the Haruspex Route—explicity because he is told his not doing those actions will result in someone’s harm/death. Likewise his replies to “Take care of [the Utopians], Bachelor. Let them live” are either: “I’ll do everything that’s in my power,” or “Huh, and let the others die, I suppose?” The second particularly suggests an intention to protect everyone possible. I’m not claiming P2 Daniil is a complete misanthrope, but his superior attitude departs from PHD Daniil in a way I personally dislike.

Part of the issue here is simply the difference between how PHD and P2 handle their themes. On that note. If Daniil is able to manipulate time, his character loses what I consider most poignant about him. For instance, his dialogues like “There is always hope,” “Hope lives forever,” are more impactful to me in his PHD characterization because it’s so entwined with PHD’s themes about futility/how endeavoring for the impossible is part of being human. Particularly since Daniil’s PHD victory functionally comes down to the achievement of people who are basically demigods (which nobody talks about but. that’s a whole separate post I might make one day). If Daniil has successfully broken the laws of nature, it just takes some of the resonant aspects out of his character for me.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, Snap, they've been very inspirational. 😌

VJEARLKVJAELRJ CHARLES NOOOOOO DONT LOOK AT MY BLOGGGGG NOT ON FREAK NIGHT

[delimeful]

Hey! Could you please please please post chapter 7 of before the fall? (?) the borrower story lol

[galedekarios]

What do you think of their decision to make Gale a teacher in his good ending? Earlier in the game, he says his attempted students’ ineptitudes irked him. Do you think he’s made enough of a change to make a good professor?

thank you for your message, anon! 🖤

i'm of two minds about it:

i am going to be transparent here and say that i am a teacher myself. i studied, i did my teacher training, and i have been teaching for a good bit now - and some people are meant to be teachers, and some are not. it's one of those professions that you have to be born for, imo. it requires an immense amount of patience and perseverance, a certain intuition when it comes to your students, among many other things.

i have said before that i can see gale as a professor, but less so in a teaching position and more in a sort of research role.

so looking at this, i think what larian is trying to convey is that gale has settled into this new life he leads, that he's found his place in life. that he's finally worked to salvage that life instead of reaching for the stars.

he's content now, more than he's ever been before. he has returned to the home he missed so very much. he's spending his time surrounded with the people he loves. tara, morena, the player, his friends. and he's dedicated himself to the study of magic.

that feeling of being content, happiness and security and love, as well as the journey he's been on, too, may have quelled the things that caused him to feel so irked by his students prior to his journey, perhaps it has given him a new perspective on things, the low lows and high highs he experienced.

but i also think that larian does listen to community feedback - imo too much at times - and this was a intensely popular headcanon for gale.

i have taken a look for you at the files for the epilogue and the notes in it seem to echo my thoughts overall:

His default state is that he returned to Waterdeep and became a professor of Illusory magic at his former school, Blackstaff Academy. General vibe here is that this a Gale who's found peace with himself - he's a great teacher, one his students are mostly in awe of.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Name twinsies!

(Based on the community consensus about LWJ's grey horse's name)

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Hiiiiiiiiii :>

Would you perhaps be privy to giving me a sort of peek into sun and moon's brains in the Narnia au? (or honestly anything; I'll hear any ramble :3)

*waves enthusiastically* boy oh boy WOULD I -

(caution for a somewhat long ramble ahead:)

Okay, going to discuss this in relation to events prior to the introduction of mc to the plot, so here's some pre-narnia au information:

Moon and Sun start out as two fauns - twins, entirely inseparable, they do everything together. Read, roll down grassy hills, make flower crowns, play, anything and everything. Later on in their technical youth, there's rumors of a rabbit ascending to power in the Far Lands, and he's summoning any able animal within the kingdom for aid.

Sun and Moon are handpicked for...special reasons, to which they aren't privy to - all they know is they're helping the kingdom and given the titles of knights! They're tasked with finding the Sons and Daughters of Adam (aka humans) and bringing them to the palace - and, to two average fauns who've only ever heard stories of humans, such a prospect sounds absolutely wonderful!

But something about it doesn't sit right with them - or Sun, at the very least. Moon is 'promoted' and ascends higher up the ranks, while Sun's reluctance leaves him right where he started. The two brothers still talk, but there's much less to talk about when you're leading two entirely separate lives. Plus, Moon's starting to speak much less, thoughts more distant...Sun finds it best to avoid topics of work.

Unfortunately, certain incidents lead to the brother's relationship falling apart completely after Sun finds out what exactly they're collecting the humans for. Walking into the Stone Garden, a silent graveyard of cemented bodies, with his brother proudly showcasing his new 'friends' and accomplishments, and how kind their new King is to have gifted them so many new acquaintances...

And Sun is horrified. At the prospect of sending little humans, little children, to their deaths, to be encased in stone...and at the fact that Moon sees nothing wrong with it.

There's a bit of a falling out - less of a falling out, really, more of the dawning of the realization upon Sun that his brother has unknowingly become a monster...and, though Moon can't see it, he has - cotton tail matted and grown, soft doe ears sharp and pricked...Moon hasn't realized, but his form has become more akin to a wolf than a lamb.

Turns out, unbeknownst to either of them, though Sun does get an inkling of suspicion towards this later on, that The Rabbit has been pulling a great deal of strings under the table - messing with soul magic, corrupted magic, things that are and shouldn't be. Slow decay of their kingdom's environment, the rot within the souls of its inhabitants, the compulsion to bring them here, bring them, make them safe...

Sun tries to resist the urge to take the humans and add them to Afton's collection because he sees it as immoral and horrific. Meanwhile, Moon doesn't see that part of the goal. He genuinely believes that the safest course of action is to take the human to the Stone Garden and protect them. He doesn't really care what Afton does. All he knows is that the children started crying-he never understood why they started crying. There was nothing to be afraid of, and if there was, he would protect them from it-and then there was silence.

It's always silent in the statue garden.

[melty-marbles]

do you take requests….. could i get. a wigfreak… wigfried rice for my weary soul…. dies on your porch

some wigfreaks coming right up

the first one is a drawing of the wigfrid outfit i use though i Dont play her lest i starve immediately the second one is the verdant which i bought because i like (most) of the set

and also a side of solaris i mean Wolaris

[roxiusagi]

Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you ! I really love the style you used to draw recent the casual sangcheng art...by any chance would you consider opening commission with this style ?? I'm a bit short those days but I would love to buy something from you if the occasion happens !

hello! no bother at all :]

I actually have been playing with the idea of opening comms over the past 5 or so years but i always thought there wouldnt be much interest for it. But I suppose I finally could give it a try hahha

Unfortunately I am too busy right now : ( (exam season and all) and at least until end of january still will be, but i'll see what can be done after that <3