#are gaudy af)

[sucrepudding]

Got my fav perfume bottles and spread them out for my friend 2 see on snap but I thought I'd post it here 2 4 my perfume mutuals >:3

[emblazonet]

Given that we're all living in a feudal-corporate hellscape, I'm surprised Robin Hood, as in the folk hero hasn't made a trendy comeback.

[lylahammar]

my personal lifelong burden is that I prefer just doing sketches/lineart and don't love coloring as much, but I also hate the way my portfolio looks when it's all just black/white/grey 😩 My aesthetic is bright saturated colors but my art is usually monochrome and it's the pits

[the-chibi-sempai]

it's supposed to be for safety, same with not wearing earrings while showering. Take this from sb who had their earring unscrew on the shower and freaked out the whole time about the little earring screw thingie ending up in their ear (yes the screw was found after several hours but I still spent the time freaking out about it)

A new pair of earrings I got came with a note that said you should never wear earrings overnight and I laughed, but now I'm curious as to what people do so

for clarification: this is just a question trying to see what people's overall habits are when it comes to wearing earrings, so short removals for showering or swimming don't count. feel free to put in the tags how often you switch between pairs of earrings as well!

[tenthhell]

I need y'all to understand that Orianna's tent is as comfortable as it is a liability; it's soft, it's decadent, it's richly coloured. It will attract attention from thieves. But it's fine bc those caught stealing will either be roasted or flayed and devoured to make a fucking point.

Thing is though....... Orianna isn't an adventurer. She's not used to living in a tent out in the wild, so of course her setup is ridiculous. It's the equivalent of a filthy rich person going camping for the first time bc that is actually on point.

[soysaucevictim]

The mental image of Gymrat!Roceit fuckign jousting with modded canes is now stuck in my brain.

Look. Sometimes you gotta find the funny in life and nurture the inner child.

[creek-ink]

hello hi !! i love your art <33 do you think you could drop any nina hcs you have ?

hello and thank u!! here's some art from earlier today of my versions of nina and jane <3

as for nina's hcs,, well I honestly haven't thought too much on her place in my lil fan storyline I'm making.

so let's see what I can make up on the spot!! kisdbsjhdkdsk

Nina's "origins"

like most creepypastas, I don't like Nina's original story. (lol) so here's my just as shitty version.

nina, in my world, was still a jtk fangirl. she heard his story on the news and was captivated by his mugshot. (definitely the type to romanticize true crime) she began emulating his chelsea grin with makeup and posting abt her infatuation w him on her social media.

this fixation on Jeff opened a door to the slenderman, which it gladly stepped through. like any edgy teen being stalked by an eldredge horror would, she began to document her experience w the monster on her verious social media outlets.

to prevent further exposure of the proxies n what not, nina was due to die. in the midst of her kidnapping, she expressed her interest in working alongside the monsters that stalked her.

in a rather sitcom-y way, nina was now a part of the problem, if u will. working w her fav serial killers </3

her style

clothing:

apart from being engrossed in the emo/scene culture, her clothing style is heavily influenced by the early 2000s. she loves all things gaudy and over the top, often resulting in a hot topic explosion.

intrests:

most likely influenced by her style, her interests in angsty media should be noted. she's an avid reader of johnny the homicidal maniac, death note, and other media in the like. her fave bands include- sleeping w sirens, get scared, msi, and blood on the dance floor.

(while on trips into town, she makes it a point to stop by the local nerd shop to stalk up on (rob) her favs.)

crime: (lmao)

let's just say she's very reckless. she leaves behind crums of evidence everywhere she goes. at this point, she's stopped making an attempt to hide her tracks.

she gets a little too into the killing thing- often being playful and flirting w her victims. she sees it all as one big game and definitely believes she's invincible.

relationships

-jane is her person, the perfect amount of balance and authority that counteracts her crazy. jane sees nina as a person in need of guidance and maybe a bit of parenting. nina sees jane as a big sister of sorts and often comes to her for advice and to confide in.

-toby is her bestie. point, blank, period. those two get into a little too much trouble together. they became close via the long drives that resulted from their extensive missions. at first, nina had the hots 4 toby but soon grew out of them infavor of his friendship.

fun lil tid bit- they like to sit in eachothers company while they read. nina reads her manga/comics and toby his books.

-jeff,, well jeff, for obvious reasons, isn't too found of nina. he finds her annoying and tiring, which is rich coming from him. he does his best to avoid her, but when the unavoidable is unavoidable, she ignores him. they say never meet ur idols and boy, they weren't kidding. all that time fantasizing abt her prince rly didn't match up to the sleazy prick she now works w. let's just say they don't get along.

-as 4 the majority of the creeps, there seems to be a consensus that nina is annoying af, and shes to be avoided. (rip nina)

so this was kinda shit! but either way, I hope u enjoyed the read. I may revisit this someday and flesh it out. or just scrap it all together pff!! lemme know what u think and lemme know any of ur guy's-s hcs or suggestions! i love reading what u have to say. (even if what u have to say conflicts w what i have to say)

[whereonceiwasfire]

I saw @theshadowrealmitself's post the other day about what if a supervillain outed their secret identity becuase they infodumped to the cashier (who happens to be the hero) and you know I had to do a DP oneshot for it. It's a few different kinds of AU, so you just have to roll with me here.

Without further ado:

THE CUSTOMER'S ALWAYS RIGHT (EXCEPT WHEN THEY'RE AN EGOMANIACAL SUPERVILLAIN)

Automatic doors slide apart with a woosh as Danny bursts through the entrance of Hattie's Haunted Hardware Emporium, unzipped backpack barely caught in the crook of his elbow, one arm stuffed through the armhole of the gaudy yellow vest of his uniform. 

He's out of breath as he scrambles past the customer service desk, gives a frantic, “I'm here, I'm here!” to the startled employee behind the computer as hops the counter. He’s sprinting past stacked boxes of returns for the door with a STAFF ONLY sign slapped askew across the chipping green paint when a voice stops him in his tracks. 

“Danny Fenton.” The words drip cool disapproval, and Danny's shoulders immediately hunch toward his ears, his fingers uncurling from around the door handle. 

So close. 

“Y-yes?” He slowly turns around, his expression sheepish as he comes to face Hattie herself. 

She stands, hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, a MANAGER tag pinned to the chest of her tucked in shirt. The polo is the same hideous yellow as Danny's vest but has the Hattie's Hardware logo—a floating hammer surrounded by a ghostly glow—sewn onto the breast pocket. A funny gag, no doubt, when the place decided to open in the heart of haunted AF Amity Park. Less funny, probably, now that the store room is in disarray every other day because some low-level specter keeps casting stock haphazardly about and flinging empty boxes everywhere.

“You're late,” manager Hattie says, expression pinching. “Again.” 

“Aha. Yeah. About that.” Danny scrubs the back of his neck with a palm, teeth bared on something that's more a grimace than a smile. “The bus was behind schedule?” 

She doesn't look particularly like she believes him, which is entirely valid, since it's a bald-faced lie. But what is he supposed to say? That he got sidetracked by his new archnemesis, that freaking Plasmius ghost, because the guy somehow managed to compel an entire doggie daycare to do his bidding? What that crackpot needed a canine army for, Danny didn't even want to know, but he wasn't about to just let it go down. Stopping ghosts is kind of his whole shtick as town hero, after all. 

He’s just lucky the whole thing didn’t take that long—once Danny managed to snap his fluffy foes out of their trance, they kind of took care of Plasmius for him. Guess they weren't too happy about being mind controlled. Go figure.

But again, Danny can’t exactly just come out and tell his manager, well, any of this. As far as everyone knows, Danny Fenton is a very normal, very human kid—one who maybe isn’t great at the whole being punctual thing and has a penchant for running to the bathroom when ghosts show up—but otherwise exhibits no symptoms of being undead. He’s hoping to keep it that way.  

Manager Hattie’s eyes narrow, as if she can tell what he’s thinking, but she just gives a curt jerk of her chin in the direction of the staff room. 

“Don’t let it happen again,” she says, and he gives an overzealous nod of assent as he lets out the breath trapped in his chest. 

“You got it, boss!” he says, giving her a two-fingered salute and throwing himself into the back before she can change her mind. 

***

“That’ll be eight twenty-two. How will you be paying for that?” It comes out a bored drawl as Danny shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

“It’ll be cash—just—give me a sec. I know I had change in here somewhere.” 

“Sure, no problem.” 

Danny crosses his arms over the chest of his garish vest and tips his gaze toward the industrial ceiling, trying to find literally anywhere to look so he’s not the overly intense cashier staring at the woman across the counter as she rummages through her oversized, bubblegum purse for a couple of nickels.  

He hadn’t even wanted to get a job—staying on top of school, protecting the town from ghosts, and keeping his secret identity from everyone in his life was enough of a struggle, nevermind trying to fit his weekend sentences at Hattie’s Hardware into the mix. But turns out if you break your phone (in a ghost fight), lose a couple of backpacks (after dumping them in an alley so you can go stop a bank robbery), mysteriously misplace articles of clothing (AKA, throw them away because ectoplasm apparently doesn’t come out in the wash), or otherwise ask your parents to replace your crap enough times without a decent explanation, they’ll stop paying for it.

So, as much as he’d love to not be watching stacks of nickels, pennies, and dimes grow on his counter—the bottle-blonde slapping each coin down with a decisive clack before thrusting her arm back into the depths of her bag—he really can’t get fired. Not only does he desperately need a new pair of shoes after stepping in a suspicious puddle Cujo left behind (please just let it have been radioactive drool), but he has to prove to his parents that he’s responsible, even if he’s going through a bit of a “destructive phase” with his belongings.

“Eight twenty-two!” the woman declares proudly, hiking her purse up onto her shoulder and beaming down at the skyscraper diorama of coins piled up on his counter. “I told you I had change.” 

“Yes. You did,” Danny says with a defeated breath, scooping the first stack of nickels into his hand, and spreading them out across his palm. 

Five, ten, fifteen…

“It’s eight twenty-two. Trust me.” 

“Sorry, policy. I have to double check,” Danny says with his best apologetic grimace before turning his gaze back down to the coins in his hand. 

Five, ten, fifteen…

“Well, that’s kind of unfair, don’t you think? Isn’t the customer always right?” 

“Right, of course.” 

Twenty, twenty-five, thirty…     

“This is a bad look. It makes it feel like you don’t trust your clientele.” 

Danny gives a half-hearted shrug, not lifting his eyes from the coins. “Sorry. Not my policy.” 

Thirty-five, forty, forty-five…

“Well, I never.” 

Danny makes the mistake of looking up as the woman tsks, gripping the strap of her bag and giving him a scandalized glower.

“Sorry,” he says again, shoulders slumping as he lets out a sigh, his gaze falling back to the mess of nickels in his hand.

Five, ten, fifteen…

***

Danny’s fellow cashier heads up for their lunch during the mid-afternoon lull, leaving Danny up front alone, standing at his till, pretending to be busy in case Hattie wanders past. He types random SKU numbers into the computer to see if it’ll bring up anything, he flips through the binder of faded lumber codes, he sprays his counter down with a bottle of something that smells like death and wipes it away with paper towels that come away gray with grime, he sorts the air fresheners that hang on a display beside his counter. And after all that is done, he’s managed to kill about seven minutes. 

It’s almost a relief when a customer finally wanders up to his till. Almost. 

The man wordlessly plops a length of cord, a roll of duct tape, and a box of garbage bags down on the counter—doesn’t even bother to glance up at Danny, just rolls up the cuff of his dark suit jacket and checks his watch as though the point five seconds he’s been waiting is already too long. 

Danny manages to plaster on his best customer-service smile, hoping his eyes don’t give away the “not this asshole again”  that he’s thinking. 

Nearly once a week, buddy here shows up—way overdressed, with his smarmy ponytail and his suit—acts put out that he has to breathe the same air as the rest of Amity Park’s peons, then proceeds to purchase some of the sketchiest shit Hattie’s Hardware has to offer. Danny’s always left wondering if he should be calling the police instead of ringing up the serial killer’s checklist of supplies on his counter.

But, honestly, he does not get paid enough to keep tabs on Hannibal Lector over there, so he lets it slide. 

“Find everything you were looking for today?” Danny asks as he tips the garbage bags on their side and scans the code on the bottom with a beep.

The man gives the vaguest grunt of acknowledgement, and just before his sleeve falls back in place over the face of his Rolex, Danny notices the fresh scratches marking the man’s pale forearm. 

His brow furrows, but instead of prying, he just plucks up the duct tape and cracks a friendly joke as he twists the roll to find the barcode. “Already got the shovel and axe at home, hunh? Good for you.”

The beep is the only thing to split the silence, and when Danny glances up, it’s to find the man’s dark gaze pinned on him, lips pursed on a thin line. He is very much not laughing.

“Just ah—a joke.” Danny blanches as he gestures weakly at the items on the counter. “Because uhm. You know. If you had a shovel and axe, this would look kind of like you were, ah…”

“I get it,” the man answers frostily.

“Okay,” Danny answers, chastened as he drops his head and picks up the rope. 

Immediately, he can tell Sketchy McBillionaire completely ignored the sign in the hardware aisle asking customers to get an employee’s assistance with the custom lengths of cord—there’s absolutely no SKU or length written anywhere, but Danny makes a show of turning the rope in his hand anyway. 

“Shoot. It looks like your label must have fallen off?” he says, doing his very best not to sound too accusatory, just in case the guy really isn’t above murder. 

“I’m sorry?” the man asks pointedly, brow arching, and it is so very clearly not an apology. 

“Uhm. Well. Since you grabbed a custom length of rope instead of a pre-measured spool, there should be a tag on here somewhere. I need that to ring you up,” Danny tries, gesturing uselessly at the cord.

“Are you serious?” the man asks, teeth gritting. “This is just what I need right now.” 

“I can, uh, page someone from hardware to get us the number?” 

“No need. I’ll go get a pre-measure spool.” The words drip with derision, as if this is somehow Danny’s fault, as the man snaps up the rope and twists on his heel. 

“Actually—” Danny cuts in, withering under the man’s icy gaze as he snaps his head back around. Sheepishly, he continues, “Once the length has been cut, we can’t really keep it…” 

The man’s shoulders heave with a deep breath, his grip curling tight around the cord between his fingers.

“Fine,” he snaps, tossing the looped rope back onto the counter with a thud. “But make it quick. I’ve already been significantly delayed today.” 

Danny gives a curt nod, picking up the receiver beside his register and paging for a hardware employee, his crackly, amplified voice sounding weak as it reverberates through the store. Which is so stupid. He’s a literal superhero—can punch a ghost three ways into next Thursday—so why is he cowed by some guy strutting around the hardware store in a suit?

Maybe because he knows punching this dude isn't an option unless he wants to get fired.

Ugh, why do bad things always happen to him?

Danny tries to play nice—determining not to piss the guy off or lose his job—and schools his features into an affable smile. 

“It’ll just be a couple minutes,” he says.

The man gives a tight “hmmm,” crossing his arms over his chest, brows dropped low over cold blue eyes.

As the silence stretches between them, Danny awkwardly drumming his fingers against the metal till top, the urge to claw out of his skin grows unbearable. Against all better judgment, he finally blurts, “how’s your day going so far?”

“You want to know how my day is going?” The man’s tone drips vitriol, teeth bared as he steps in closer to the till. There’s something hysteric in the twist of the words as he repeats himself. “You want to know how my day is going?”

Danny tries to backpedal, jerkily shakes his head no, but it’s too late. The man gives a laugh somewhere just left of unhinged (why does it almost sound familiar?) and is off on a tangent before Danny can stop him.  

“My day started with a very unwelcome intrusion, weeks of hard work thrown out the window because of some insolent boy and his need to stick his nose in where it doesn’t belong. My day found me bitter and behind schedule, interrupted at a crucial moment because someone has decided to treat my work like some blasted video game. My day”—the man’s eyes dart to the nametag on Danny’s vest, heedless of the way he’s stiffened, heart beating hard in his throat—“Daniel, has left me thwarted, again, an extension of a dismal several months in this wretched town, a string of one disappointment after another. And now I’m delayed once more, stuck waiting here with you, for someone to perform a menial task on my behalf since you can’t identify a length of rope. So tell me, boy. How do you think my day has been going?”

It’s how he spits the word boy, the cadence of the diatribe, the implication behind the words.

Danny just stares at the man, wide-eyed, any kind of response at all sticking in his throat as his palms brace against the back of the till.

It's then the employee from hardware comes bounding over, her cheery, freckled face split on a smile, oblivious to the weighted silence. “How can I help y'all?” 

“I need a price on this.” The man practically snarls the words, snatching the cord and thrusting it at Poppy or Penny or…Genevieve?

Crap. Danny has got to get better at remembering his coworkers’ names.

“O-oh,” she stammers.

“The SKU actually,” Danny manages, and her expression softens with relief—that that’s all he needs, that she doesn't have to put up with this nightmare of a man before them.

She pulls free a small notebook from a pocket in her ugly vest. Thwipping through the pages, she drops a glance to the rope in her hands, flips a little further, then reads off some digits from her hand-scrawled notes. Danny taps them in obediently as Poppy/Penny/Genevieve turns the rope forward and back. 

“Probably about twelve feet,” she guesstimates. 

“Awesome, thank you,” Danny says, the price coming up on screen as he taps in a one-two and thumbs enter.

The man has barely moved, his expression all hard, sharp, unimpressed lines as he stands back and watches them with crossed arms. Poppy/Penny/Genevieve flickers a glance in his direction, then away. 

“Noproblemhereyougotalktoyoulater,” she says, the sentence coming out in one hurried breath as she drops the cord on Danny's counter and bolts. 

With her gone, it's just Danny, the silver-haired man, and the suffocating tension between them once again. 

Danny knows he should focus on getting the purchase rung through and getting the guy out of here, but can't help the beat too long he stares at the man.

He's about the right height, the same goatee, the graying stripe parting his long hair. 

“I don’t have all day.”

“Right!” Danny starts, shifting his attention back to his till’s screen, his pulse fluttering in his chest. Could it be? “Uhm. That comes to—” 

“Yes, yes, it’ll be on credit,” the man interrupts, thrusting a black card at him. 

Danny catches the card against his chest, holds it there as he mashes the man’s total into the debit machine. Before swiping the card, he turns a glance down to the plastic in his hand, his eyes roving past the long string of numbers and the expiration date to find the raised silver lettering beneath.

Vlad Masters. 

His gaze lifts, and he finds the man—Vlad—watching him impatiently. Danny jerks his eyes away as he swipes the card, hands it back, places the printed receipt on the counter to be signed. 

Vlad huffs—doesn't say a word as he fishes a pen from his inside pocket and scrawls a quick, jagged signature.

The arch of his brow, the condescending weight of his gaze, the impatient snap of his movements...

As the man gathers up his supplies, scowling, and pushes through the exit, Danny picks up the merchant copy of the receipt left on his counter. His gaze fixes on the V. Masters on the till paper, his lips twisted on a frown. 

He doesn't know how it's possible, but he thinks that man—Vlad Masters—is his archrival. 

Which means…Plasmius is a half-ghost?

[dballzposting]

OK so long story short the other day I was abusing the computers at my job to look up dragon ball characters and I came across THIS IMAGE of GOTEN that I found out was from DRAGON BALL AF which is a fan-made thing and idk . Dont worry about the details.

I thought it was soooo cool like put my chin in my hands and sigh lovingly. But also it was more of a rant-and-rave kind of adoration. Becasue I couodt beleieve how cool it was. Becasue here is why

Im super bad at deisgns or redesigns and sometimes I have epic ideas but if I don't then I don't. I think it would be stellar if we had a design for Goten & Trunks when they're older than GT and running the sword dojo. And I've tried to cook some up. But it vexes me for two reasons. First of all Dragon Ball deisgns when colored are gaudy and stupid looking. But also sometimes they use neutral colors. And they're eccentric and unique. And I try to mix all of these factors and the result Does Not Work. Becasue despite the plentiful love that I have for colors, I Do Not Understand Color Theory. Definitely not enough to push it to its limits like dragon ball does. My second problem is the actual clothes themselves. There is something wrong with me that makes it so that i eschew research like my life depends on it. I'm sure it's totally possible to gather a minimal understanding of what sorts of clothing / eras / disciplines certain dragon ball styles are based on, and to cross-reference that with what is actually depicted in dragonball, and come up with an outfit that gels. But I cannot do that. So yeah

This outfit featured here is so familiar yet unique enough to turn my head a bit. For an example. The yellow above his shoes. What is that. Don't answer that. I'm in love either way

THEY JUST ... PICKED TWO COLORS? That's it? THAT'S ALLOWED ????? Just TWO COLORS and only ONE of them isn't a dead-tone-neutral-non-color. Well I guess it's four colors, and still, only one (yellow) isn't a non-color (grey and white and black). I'M SO IMPRESSED !?!??!?!!??

The only idea that I had for post-GT Goten was FOR SOME REASON the visual flair of something long and sharply flowing off of him. Like a scarf, or a long sash, or a Dr Drakken style rattail. But I can't do all three. Becasue that's too much. But I like all three. So IDK what to do.

YEAH THEY WENT ON AHEAD AND GAVE HIM THIS SASH ON HIS HEAD. Sure. Go on ahead. Throw it on there. Looks good. Good contrast against his black hair. Makes it to you can draw his eyebrows over it and so he can emote clearly. SO GENIUS. So simple. I'm gobsmacked

HE'S COLORED LIKE A BUMBLE BEE ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!

My conclusion is that this is the best non-canon design of adult Goten that has ever been and we should all adopt it immediately from Dragon Ball AF. I am so stunned and impressed by the fact that he is wearing just grey and yellow. I have tried to break down all of Goten's canon outfits to find a pattern in the color schemes but I could not find one. But I can tell when it works for him or not and I don't understand how or why. I have at various points tried to design new outfits for him. I have experimented with yellow, teal, pink... Never really red because red only appears on two of his outfits in a minor way. More astutely because red is not really Him (like it is for Bura or Videl).

Definitely the most promising color I've found for him is Yellow. It's a sunshine-soulchild color. But I still haven't figured out how to practically incorporate it. For example, is it a predominate color or one of several? I've seen dragon ball outfits go either way. I definitely prefer the former becasue that's how I'm used to seeing it in my silly little western cartoons - every character has a color, don't they? And that's Their color. But this is dragon ball.

If you pull a warm yellow or pair it with orange, you are reminded of kid Goten and his orange gi. If you keep it colder or pair it with green, you get something reminding you of his EOZ "Goten Son" shirt. But what if you want something new? The next step in the evolution of Son Goten, but still unmistakably him? You would want to stay away from yellow and orange, becasue Trunks wears a lot of that himself. What about yellow and not a green bice, but a forest green? What about muddy non-colors? Dragon ball colors tend to be warm-shifted becasue it was the 90s, but you can work within that color range. But exactly HOW? What about yellow and pink? Teal? Aqua?? You can't use lavender (Trunks's color). And to be fair I have experimented with grey before, since he wears grey pants in DBS:SH. But I always tried to find other colors to shoehorn in there because I thought I had to. And what's really left...?

DRAGON BALL AF has the answers.

Yellow and GREY.

....THAT;S IT!!!!!!!!!!!

A mature grey. NO OTHER FLUFF.Just straight up. Yelloew and grey.

And he looks like a bumble bee. I love bumble bees. You love bumble bees. He loves bumble bees. We all love bumble bees.

I will close with a quote:

"Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see." (Arthur Schopenhauer, 1788-1860).

THIS DESIGN IS GENIUS.

Thank You ALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lambouillet]

ok...so i was reading that uh...rules...thing and i just saw i think it's either Aym, Baal or Narinder on all fours and MY GOD IS THAT HILARIOUS. BESIDES UR LAMBSONA'S ARE COOL AF I WANNA KNOW WHAT THEIR CROWNS CAN DO...IF THEY HAVE CROWNS CUS I MIGHT BE STUPID AT POINTS AND JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS! I'M SORRY FOR THE CAPS!

DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE CAPS I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE YELL AT ME !!!! I LOVE HEARING THE EXCITEMENT BC IT MAKES ME EXCITED AS WELL !!!!! anyways, the little kitty cat you see on the end of my pinned is the unused beta Aym and Baal! They're nowhere in the game I actually found them when ripping sprites for my own ocs, but they do appear in the very first trailer. They were so ugly and mangy but still I thought they were awfully charming. their ugly little baby phase <3

AND ANYWAYS (2) FOR MY SHEEPIES... IM GLAD YOU LIKE THEM !! Though they're more ocs than they are lambsona bc they're not technically, me ( though i do have one but they've been drifting away from the lambsona title VERY FAST ) nobody knows but I've actually been working on them for a few good months now and I'm so thrilled about some of the reception. I'm definitely in it for the long run!! I made them way before Unholy Alliance and its safe to say its all been going swimmingly. I hope to learn how to mod or two one day..

As for the crowns, well! they don't really have them! Individually I mean. They all serve towards only crown as a collective. Since the others have died and became only mere decoration for the cult grounds to then shoved in a dark corner of the lamb's archives for being too gaudy, collecting dust sad! Its all fine though, there's always new crowns coming about, new gods being born and killed and born again, such and such. Ive already got the new head honchos below 👇

The bishop's old crowns weren't able to find new vessels ( more specifically weren't allowed to ) Cults that fail to keep themselves alive against other cults usually get lost in history and obscurity, with a few exceptions involving scholars who focus their study on uncovering and learning about them. The ones that do prevail may have a chance to graduate from that title and be recognised as a legitimate religion. In fact the world religions we have today, if not all of them, started out as cults! I know an awful lot about this.

I was going to write something more but i think ive done yacked your head off already for such a simple ask huhu. You have my greatest grandest gratitude. Smiles .

[unsentmemory]

River river river??

Can we get a morsel of information about them please?

MESSAGE RECEIVED ! RIVER RIVER RIVER RIVER- say his name four times and he'll manifest in your bathroom to sing the fortnite victory royale song

River is 6'1", Filipino, enby af, and... mayhaps a liiitle bit dumb (but he's got the spirit!) 👉👈

he affectionately calls you "bunny" because you were so timid and skittish during the first few weeks of your relationship. (don't tell him you forgot! you've been dating him for over three years now! why would he lie about this? 😊)

has been playing the drums since he was eleven years old. he started learning it because his idol was from a rock band.

Riv loves to combine leisurewear with sportswear. if it looks and feels comfy, he's wearing it, no matter the occasion. will wear sweatpants to your wedding unless you tell him otherwise

his /j hobbies include birdwatching (you), fishing (near you), cross-stitching (in your wardrobe), yodelling (silently, while watching you sleep), baking (your favourite deserts), and Bigfoot hunting (down your enemies)

when he found out that you'd been in a car accident, he immediately dropped everything he was holding and rushed all the way to the hospital on a stolen bike. he was so desperate to see you that he almost bowled over some guy in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt. but he apologised afterwards, so don't worry!

when your friends arrived at the hospital they made it seem like they didn't know he existed up until now, which was strange... considering how he's supposed to be your boyfriend! were you embarrassed to talk about him? or did you not like talking to your friends at all? not to worry, because River is already ushering them all out so you can get some much needed rest.

Riv was also childhood friends with a guy named Ren! they offered to switch seats with him during the first day of middle school, which was a surprise because no-one wanted to speak to him up until now. their kindness touched him deeply, so much so that he wanted to become friends with him. in hindsight, River probably should've realised sooner that the only reason Ren wanted to swap seats was so he could sit closer to his crush 😬

I'm not sure what else to add, so feel free to ask for something more specific!

[xxthe-hidden-spyxx]

My favorite thing about this panel will forever be Erik and Macbeth's GAUDY AF outfits.

I love them, and their fashion sense is ATROCIOUS, but they are ROCKING it and I love them sm for it. :>

Also going back to the Macbeth and Erik bounce fashion ideas off of each other: Macbeth is wearing leg belts like Erik used to. :>

[gameguy20100]

People need to give Zoe the benefit of the doubt.

Kitty Noire is a fine name, and the suit really isn't that bad.

OK, yeah the lipstick is gaudy af, but don't act like you didn't have a bad makeup choice now and then.

That glitter eye shadow you had at 13 wasn't tasteful either.

[varlaisvea]

The story so far…

Ok no one asked, but I was really proud of this art (warning: mildly spicy) I posted the other day, so I want to talk about it a little! I have very few followers, so I am unsure whether anyone has read the fic it references, which takes place in both the 4th Era (Skyrim) and the 2nd Era (ESO).

But, the jewelry in this art actually contains some interesting hints about what we’ve learned so far in the story... summary under the cut!

(detail cropping out most of the espicy)

The Khajiit (Araszha-dar/Ara, he/him,) and the Altmer (Eymei Gwylanwe, she/her) in this image are both wearing jewelry featuring large pearls, both of which have a faint blue glow to them. Ara wears an enameled amulet, with gold inlay to hold the pearl, depicting the Moons in Cathay-raht. Eymei wears silver jewelry that wraps around her arm and neck, with the pearl set in the center of an eleven-pointed star.

Eymei’s earring and hair decoration you can kinda see if you zoom, but I’m going to tell you what they are: the ear cuff/earring is enameled silver in the shape of wisteria blossoms that hang from the cuff and attach to the earring stud. On her braid, there’s a mother-of-pearl charm and a spiral seashell. There are also two pearls, both surrounded by silver mesh depicting moons. A large pink pearl represents Masser/Jode, and a smaller black pearl represents Secunda/Jone. Both are depicted as waxing, which corresponds to the Moon phase Cathay-raht.

(tbh, Ara’s earrings don’t have a lot of significance; between his fruity lil earrings and her maximalist gaudiness, i’m just doing what I can to let you know these two are both bisexual/nonbinary af 😂)

Anyway! Everything I detailed above has already been dropped as lil hints in what’s been published so far. Some of it is obvious (his furstock is Cathay-raht, the eleven-pointed star references the psijic Eleven Forces) and some of it isn’t (the wisteria’s been mentioned as significant, but you don’t know why yet). And the pearls have been mentioned—we know they’re very important—but we haven’t yet learned about them all that much. And of course, all of it is already running into the Elder Scrolls unreliable narrator trope!

A quick summary:

So far, 5 chapters have been published:

1- The Dragonborn (Altmer), Arch-Mage of the College of Winterhold, gets a surprise visit from Psijic Monk Quaranir 2- The Arch-Mage reads a book entitled The Psijic Elves of Sunhold, written by a mage named Eymei Gwylanwe 3 - While holding the Saarthal Amulet, the Dragonborn finds some hidden text in that book—a righteously angry (“Apraxic” and “boring”) condemnation of the Psijic Order. 4- The Dragonborn goes to Artaeum with Quaranir. J’zargo is tasked with returning Kharjo’s moon-amulet, which had showed J’zargo some hidden text in a book about the first Khajiit Arch-Mage of Winterhold. 5. A journal entry from the Second Era, written by Eymei Gwylanwe, who is arriving at the College of Winterhold as a new professor of Restoration.

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J’zargo returns Kharjo’s moon amulet—which, naturally, comes with a family story: according to what Kharjo’s been told, its original owner was a mage, killed on the way to become a student at Winterhold College, but brought back to life by a witch with an enchanted pearl, which the mage then stole from the witch. J’zargo wonders if it’s the same person as the first Khajiit Arch-Mage of Winterhold, about whom—thanks to Kharjo’s amulet—J’zargo has recently learned some previously-hidden information. Of note: this (“embarrassingly dull-clawed”) Arch-Mage was seduced by a witch, who had compelled him to teach strange magic at the College, then, after killing the Arch-Mage, betrayed him and the College and joined the Psijic Order.

In the chapter featured in this illustration, you find out that the Second-Era Khajiit Arch-Mage has been married to an Altmer witch for the past 20-30 years (a relationship that obviously must be kept hidden). She identifies herself as a psijic Elf from Sunhold.

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If you’ve read this far, I have two other cute little bits of lore from the illustration I made:

On the left, a decoration on the hood of Eymei’s robe. It’s two cords twisted together: one is Varla-blue and silver, the other is Khajiiti red and gold. idk if this detail will make it into the final story, so I’ll tell you: the robe was a post-wedding gift from her family, and the hood decoration is made from a ceremonial cord that is traditionally worn with such robes.

On the right, Ara’s Arch-Mage robes, in Winterhold green. They have the traditional Magnus’s Eye design, and the little Magnus-Eye charms on the sleeve are made up of crescent moons—obviously, he’s had these robes specially made, as the Arch-Mage should! Magrus’s Eye, if you will.

Since I know there aren’t a lot of ESO dorks here: both of these outfits are loosely based on costumes from ESO: Glenmoril Witch Robes and Wizard About Town, respectively.

Anyway, thanks for reading if you have. I do not actually know how to art in any official sense, so according to Procreate, this thing took me 250 hours of beating my head against it to get right. So I kinda wanted to talk about it!

[evansblues]

So the print version of the GQ interview does have the quote oh him calling her his gf he's had for awhile but doesn't mention the wedding bit. I'm just wondering how's this going to be played out in the future.

Btw, "My girlfriend that I've had for awhile....." is so fucking sad and hilarious to me. Like damn bro, couldn't come up with some decent lines to describe the love of your life whom you married?????

Also, just adding in but today morning I had dream where pictures of the wedding in PT were leaked and they were dressed hideously in gaudy clothes and it looked like a costume party. Like in the dream Chris looks terrible, wearing some gaudy lacey suit with a skirt/train,looking uncomfortable af and AB is wearing this really gaudy red lace dress with a corset top. Like in my dream I saw the pictures and said "that is one hideous wedding dress wtf". Lmao.

We knew the wedding thing was a last minute decision.

I have also been having weird dreams. Someone send one in before the full moon stuff, too. Is everyone having strange dreams? Is this a collective thing going on? Mine are very strange but very real feeling.

[asknarashikari]

Ace: Sly fox smile.

Tsurumi: "You have the worst choices in underwear ever."

Keiwa: "I hate you, Ace. And I'm not wearing these."

Azuma: "My husband may have some lewd ones for me, but those are a bit too gaudy even for my husband's taste."

Neon: "Is this the reason why he's in horny jail?"

Tsurumi: "Yep."

Sara's reaction?

Sara: *dark background with creepy face lighting* Ace-sama~ What were you planning to do to my cute little brother?

Ace: Uh... I...

Sara: *raises knife* Surely you weren't going to make him do anything against his will, right? And anything perverted, hmm??

Ace: Please have mercy on me Sara-san, your baby brother is just too irresistible...! I can't help but play with him a little...

Sara: Wrong answer, buster! *throws knife at Ace* My baby brother deserves to be treated like a fucking prince, not like a horny kitsune's plaything!

Ace: *soul leaves his body*

Keiwa: *scared af* Nee-chan...

Sara: *pats Keiwa's head* Don't worry Keiwa. You can count on Nee-chan to protect you from horny idiot kitsune.

Tsumuri and Neon: *nods in agreement* Us too!

Azuma: ...What the fuck.