#anyways!!! was fun! ty

[rostomanologist]

For Noereen and Sonia: 2, 13 and 18!

ty for the ask !! <3

there's a lot of yapping so more under the cut :)

2. How much do they remember from the Dream? Did they have any particular experience in it before awakening?

13. How do they feel about death? Does it make them curious or scared? Do they wish to understand it or do they simply accept it?

18. [Free space for 3 pieces of trivia about your sylvari!]

Sonia:

2. it's hard to say what she remembers from the dream since she lives in it most of her life. however, her experience before awakening was rather vivid: first of all, it took much longer time for her to awake. second, the dream didn't give her the overall knowledge of tyria in the amount it gives to others, but instead let her explore its depths as a place. it also let her see more emotional memories of other sylvari. so upon awakening she didn't know where lion's arch was but could understand the concept of mixed feelings, for example.

13. at first, sonia was curious of death, but after being at the edge of it she prefers to stay on life side. she does accept the future of her dying (esp bc she feels her body is slowly fading) and is still curious to experience the mists, but she doesn't want to be alone upon her passing.

18. 3 facts!

1) sonia is disabled! she has something like FND (functional neurological disorder). when awake, she's usually fatigued and experiences movement problems, as well as dizziness, short seizure-like episodes and pain, so she relies on mobility aids and help of others. in the dream she's more active, though it doesn't mean her symptoms evaporate. she still gets fatigue and movement troubles (tho milder) from time to time.

2) her mobility aids are forearm crutches, powerchair (or should i say hoverchair) and her own magic :) her crutches also serve her as sceptres, and she uses them quite often in the dream. she also developed a fighting style using them. the hoverchair is a custom powerchair made specifically for her: it shares the concept of asuran hovering chairs aligned with the typical sylvari design. it's powered by magic and lacks wheels, instead floating comfortably over the ground, which is important for the grove's grassy and bumpy terrain. as for the magic, she uses it in the dream where she feels much more energetic; if she needs to go on long distances, she simply uses portals and blinks!

3) being heavily bound to the dream, sonia developed a very elaborate speech. when she was a sapling, it was very hard to understand her, as she used vague and complicated metaphors, and menders had to teach her to talk in simpler words. after some events in her life she involuntarily went back to her previous manner.

Noereen:

2. all noereen remembers from the dream is endless disappointment. her dream was bland, uninteresting, didn't fill her ambitions that were already blooming, no matter how she tried to explore it and answer to the challenges.

13. death is her main fear. her symbiosis with her legends is the only one thing that keeps her alive, and she Does Not want to know how death feels. all she wishes is to avoid death, even though her recklessness doesn't help in it at all...

18. 3 facts :)

1) previously her main legend was an echo of a white mantle inquisitor (probably lovisa), and their relationship was... rocky, to say the least. even though she weakened it by bonding with other echoes, it still haunts her from time to time, since it's the one her life depends on. she's also vulnerable to bloodstone frenzy because of it!

2) noereen has a huge bite scar on her side which is always partly healed. it looks fine, but if she loses her legends, it'll be a main cause of her death. nevertheless, she keeps it unprotected and it's mostly a miracle (and her bfs keeping her away from some of the fuss) how she's still alive exposing it like this.

3) she also has scars all over her body, but the side one is special not only by its nature, but also because it glows in different hue than her usual glowing. while her main glowings are pink, the scar is more reddish.

[shyhandart]

🦋🎈🌈

[apathyfairy]

last year i found a wii at goodwill for 25 dollars and it came with everything except a wiimote but it was in such good condition i was like hell yeah ill take it how hard can it be to find a wiimote. the answer is it's nearly impossible to find them at thrift stores now so i've spent like 8 months looking for ones in thrift stores but there wasn't a single one and then online but i just couldn't bring myself to spend 30 dollars on one single wiimote so i waited so. patiently. and then 2 weeks ago i finally found one at goodwill for 9 dollars but it was absolutely disgusting and the battery cover was missing and the compartment was all corroded so i put it back and regretted it the whole week but then this last weekend i went to savers and there was an absolutely perfect wiimote just sitting there with no corrosion and a jacket and the wrist strap and motion plus and the nunchuck was there too and i got it all for 10 dollars so the moral of the story is that sometimes things seem right for you in the moment but you have to recognize that they aren't and leave them behind so the things that are meant for you will in fact find you when the time is right. peace and love <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

themthemthemthemthemthemthem-

[bbq-potato-chip]

Please, draw Saiki wearing a cool outfit (literally anything you find interesting and would wear).

Thank you ❤

!!!!!!! of course !!!!! i wanted to put him in some casual fits as well if thats ok-

[crazymecjc]

i’ll steal your heart, and free your soul 🧤♟️

my piece for @kaysa21 as a part of the @p5mixtape exchange event!! hope you enjoy!!

(song is twisted hearts by tasuku hatanaka)

[makigorogoro]

waow !

[raticalshoez]

hey, isn't that that one guy with no friends?

(Click on image for better quality !!!)

[wikitpowers]

kit herondale’s instagram posts ->

[shepscapades]

I do have to ask. Was the docsuma ever planed or did they force themselves into exsistence. did you go into this expecting them to have so much homoerotic energy or did it just spawn b4 bc of how other people went insane over doc and Xisuma (separately)

it was 100% completely genuinely unplanned.

I went from a diehard rendoc shipper expecting them to be lowkey The Ship for dbhc doc (or not making doc a focus character at all, really), to thinking it would make a lot of sense/would be funny if Doc ended up being an android mechanic, to thinking it would be cool if Doc and X were close in this au because they both do android tech, to then being like... oh they can be research partners.... to then planning the [REDACTED] comic to then thinking... oh... what if they cared a lot about each other :(((( and the dynamic kinda stole my heart tbh

BUT IT WAS ALWAYS SUPPOSED TO BE LOWKEY bc i know docsuma is... Very Rarepair-y even though doc and xisuma have been good friends for aaaages hehe

THAT BEING SAID I DON'T PLAN ON SHOVING THIS SHIP IN ANYONES FACES LOL they ended up being kinda downbad for each other in a few of my unposted side-drawings but i don't want to make it a central thing unless people really wanna see it LKDFJGLKDJFG

[erwinsvow]

hii idk if request r open but what abt rafe going down on u after just getting his buzzcut and u try pulling his hair but u cant so u start whining abt it and get a little teary eyed cuz u love his hair n then he promises to grow it back for u🥹☝🏼

you try to sit up for a moment, but rafe's still having his way between your legs, so you end up thudding back down against his sheets, a stray moan leaving your mouth.

you do what you always do—run your fingers through rafe's hair and try to push him closer, or sometimes further away when it's getting to be too much, even though you're not nearly strong enough to actually do so, but today your fingers fall short. they're searching for what they usually find but are being greeted by nothing but the short hairs of rafe's new buzzcut.

you flop against the sheet, trying your hardest to shut your legs.

"rafe-" you get out, and he takes it as a sign to keep going, to go harder. you let out another moan but are determined to get him to listen, closing your thighs around his head. he finally looks up, mad that you're trying to get him to stop, eyes blown with lust, mouth wet with your juices. you bite your cheek, wondering why you would ever make him stop when he's like this.

"what? m'busy."

"this isn't the same."

rafe looks back down at your pussy, and then back up at you.

"looks the same to me."

"no, rafe, your hair. this isn't the same. it's no fun now," you whine, face twisting into a sad pout—really, you are sad. you think sadly for a moment there's nothing you like more than rafe's long hair.

"no fun? really?" rafe pushes in two fingers to your wet hole suddenly, making you gasp and clench around him. "she's having fun. i can tell. look how fuckin' wet you are."

"i-um, oh-" rafe adds a third finger, pushing in and out of you quickly. you can't stay still, head tipping back, noises spilling out. rafe mocks your moans.

"no fun. shut up."

he makes you cum twice like that, probably just to punish you for even acting up. you take it without a complaint after that. later that night, when you're about to fall asleep, you feel the soft press of his lips on your forehead.

"it'll grow back, kid, don't worry."

[skitskatdacat63]

I've decided to do myself what the cowards at Aston won't. Behold.

[assiraphales]

how it feels joining a fandom and having an absolute BLAST in the sandpit w ur new friends (fellow stans)

[kitnita]

★  —  wyatt johnston & ty dellandrea via paragenixsystems on instagram; august 23, 2024 (x)

[artaintfart]

The last of those ship requests (or most of them) from b4 my arm temporarily died LOL!!

Whitestorm/tigerstar I for @violentshine

Whitestorm/lionheart for anon

Nightheart/blazefire for @rollysoly

Sunbeam/bayshine for @quiverpaw

Reedwhisker/brambleclaw for @justweirdassfan

[kitswag]

A little art about a headcanon of mine for Dragon and Sabo, and a little fanfic about it under the cut

"Dragon-san," a familiar voice, Sabo's voice came knocking from the door of the cluttered office. Dragon perked up, putting down the pen he's writing with- just a follow up rough plan for the revolutionary's next strike.

The door was opened and there was Sabo with a bleeding arm. Instinctively, Dragon reached for the cabinet on his desk, pulling it open to grab for a roll of bandages and a bottle of antiseptic.

Sabo sat in front of Dragon, reaching out his roughed-up arm, his face not showing a trace of pain. (Dragon always knew the surges beneath his mask anyways.)

Dragon sighed as he saw the gnarly wound on Sabo's arm. The boy had a knack on being risky, sometimes even too keen on self sacrifice. Even though being a revolutionary always costed a price, Dragon couldn't help but worry about Sabo's knacks.

"I got a little reckless with my plans, " Sabo offered a little charming smile to Dragon (cut out the reprimands just this time?)

"I always told you to be careful. You're too good to lose, " Dragon said (again, Sabo?).

Sabo offered another cheeky smile, "Next time," he said, as if Dragon never feared for his name written on the list of fallen revolutionaries in a mission report.

When Sabo first arrived in Baltigo, still wrapped with bandages all over, not even able to move his wounded limbs freely, he would only turn to Dragon to replace his bandages, any nurses who tried to replace it would only make him flinch violently.

Dragon tapped a cotton smeared with antiseptic liquid on his arm, following it up with the roll of bandages. Soon, after falling into the familiar act of wrapping Sabo's wounds, Dragon couldn't resist the nostalgia that went flying right to his head.

But of course, they understood (despite being concerned) , that Sabo was a child, a child that had no one familiar except for Dragon in an unfamiliar, new building far far away from his home island.

When his burns healed, and when he finally got to trust the nurses, it still became a habit. He would knock on Dragon's door or tug at his coat, show his wounds, and Dragon would pull out his cabinet and fish out a bottle of antiseptic liquid and some bandages. And there it was, a repeating pattern of tapping a cotton smeared with the antiseptic against Sabo's wounds and wrapping it up with soft bandages.

Dragon always thought of it as a comforting habit.

It was not rare that he would receive reports about his fallen men, people that had died for his own cause. And being here, bandaging Sabo, feeling the warmth of his skin, reminded Dragon that his Chief of Staff, his son, was still here, still alive. Still able to go knock on Dragon's office and offer a smile and a wound.

Sabo's small hiss of pain suddenly brought Dragon abruptly out of his daze. He softened his pace and grip, finishing wrapping Sabo's arm with tying the end, cutting the excess bandage with a small pair of scissors.

"Thank you, Dragon-san, " Sabo smiled, softly.

Dragon couldn't resist reaching his hand out and ruffling Sabo's hair, "Be careful next time," he warned.

Sabo's smile turned into a grin, "This time is just a slip up. "

Dragon couldn't help but smile back. Thin, but soft with fondness for his son sitting in front of him. He pulled his hand out of Sabo's locks of blonde and hope that tomorrow, his name wouldn't be written on the list of the fallen.