#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!

[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 💥🥊

[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...

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

since I saw your post of frank going butterfly hunting with their skirt, it got me wondering..what if eddie too had a skirt!

I imagine frank got him into the whole flowy dress ordeal. probably wears one when going through his mail shift or while working on the garden with frank.

oh my gosh...matching skirts!

considering that apparently Eddie has done drag, i imagine that its probably the other way around!!

i gotta a little lost in the sauce w/ these and forgot what the rest of the ask said besides "FranklyDear in skirts" oopsies <3

[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 :)

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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.

[mercisnm]

Sweater weather shenanigans

Plus the lines, before I throw colours on it like an excitable squirrel:

[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.

[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

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

What was the moment/scene that officially cemented you as a Sontails shipper? Or was it multiple?

Ah good question!

So if you've seen my sontails/sonine posting you've probably heard the story of me getting into sontails (no worries if you haven't)

Just to summarize, my journey started with Sonine and Movie!Sontails. The Grim scene in S1 E6 of Prime and the entire bar scene in Movie 2 just blasted me with second hand embarrassment (the good kind) that (despite me being eh about shipping them at that time) made be seriously go "Okay if just brothers why are these scenes directed this way". Sonic's feelings aside, I felt I knew in those moments that Nine and movie!Tails had possibly been written to have a subtextual crush on Sonic, and strong feelings in general. This was...my gateway.

But an "officially cemented" moment is a bit hard for me to specifically narrow down. I can tell you that by the time I'd been checking the Sonine tag after starting S2 of Prime and finished S2 I had to come to terms with the fact that I genuinely saw something there between the two of them (and was feeling frustrated that no one else was seemingly seeing it). At that point I'd settled as "I like Sonine but that doesn't mean I have to like all of Sontails".

Then I rewatched movie 2 a couple times and had to (similarly) come to terms with the fact that I was genuinely frustrated to not really see other people commenting on what I'd seen as potential subtext regarding Movie!Tails' feelings and that I liked this version as well.

So my gateway into Sontails was Prime and Sonic Movie 2, but accepting I liked most versions of Sontails/Sontails in general and not just a few specific versions was a bit of a slow journey. All I can say is that by the time I finished playing Colors Ultimate and got well into the Archie comics I knew I enjoyed Sontails just as much as I had come to enjoy Sonine, and was equally as obsessed with the dynamics.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Name twinsies!

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

[dangaer]

considering that some of my muses are from niche fandoms, im thinking of doing a muse focus for a couple of days a week. maybe posting hcs / metas / art primarily for that character so you guys can get to know them and find someone unexpected that may catch your or your muses eyes 💖

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Your art bring so much joy and pterodactyl screeching. Thanks so much for being great. For funsies, what do you think a good day or vacation for Charles be? :)

thank you so much !!!!! i'm happy to be able to share my doodles and rambles with everyone and to get such a warm reception (❁´◡`❁)

but a good day for charles !!!!!! in my Humblest of opinions, a 'good day' is probably any day he can just. be with the x-men as a family. any day they dont have to worry about any kind of threats or have to do any x-men training or any of that: just a day they can really behave like a typical family and relax together

bonus points if erik can be a part of this perfect day/vacation without incident. i mean, his happiest moments were with him, weren't they..

[murdleandmarot]

🎶 🎬 💛 for the Cats ask game :o3

hi hello!!!! sorry this took so long 😭😭😭

🎶. Who’s your favorite ensemble cat and why?:

I’m fully in love with Jemima, but I don’t really count her as fully ensemble, just because of her multiple solos, and because of that, Pouncival is my favorite ensemble cat :)

He’s just the silliest ever, and I’m 100% obsessed. I love the way he’s hanging with the girls in skimbelshanks (the girls and pouncival™️), and me and my friends had a running joke for a while that was literally just iterations of “the girls, the gays, and pouncival <3”

🎬. What’s your favorite moment from the show?:

Moments of Happiness, 1998, specifically Jemima’s solo. It’s so perfect, ethereal, emotional, and whimsical. I can play it on the piano, and I can sing it :] it also makes me cry

Rapidfire a couple of moments from other shows:

Tecklenburg 2015: Bombalurina’s deliver of

“Das Gewächshaus ist zerschlagen”

in Macavity drives me so completely insane. The way she growls zerschlagen makes me so jealous, I WISH my voice had that sort of power.

Madrid 2003: Jemima again. Surprise! This time her solo in the middle of Memory, specifically, the way her actress sings the final “endless masquerading” line. It sounds so strong and gorgeous, I could rant about it forever

Vienna 2019: in the 2021 Ronacher album on Spotify, (WHEN I FIGURED OUT THAT ALBUM WAS VIENNA I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. ITS SO CRAZY), the white cat solo, and Misto’s subsequent section sound really nice, I’m a big fan

💛. What’s your favorite familial ship?:

I’m not entirely sure what this means, but I’m a huge fan of Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer as siblings, PLUS Electra as their kid sister. I came up with it once and I think it’s super cute :D

Monochromatic siblings are a must, they’re also very special to me, along with Jennyanydots and Skimbleshanks as brother and sister :)