#but again like. at least it's variety...

[gloriousmonsters]

well on one hand another popular blog is going to piss me off seeing me on my dash now. on the other hand it's for being transandrophobic so like, at least there's some variety from the tankies?

[lemongogo]

anyways . silly thing

[hplonesomeart]

‼️ART TRIGGER WARNING: Mild body horror/gore

Sooooo I kinda unexpectedly deviated from what I would consider my normal art preferences here. Mostly because I’ve seen a lot of talented artists drawing their own renditions of menacing Puzzles fanart where he goes fully insane and whatnot. I wanted to also contribute to that trend somehow…although it’s slightly out of my usual comfort zone << especially with his recent design change of loosing his whole lower body lol. Adapting that into my art was an interesting experimental challenge

Here is my own take on Puzzles falling apart! Quite literally! I still wanted to add a bit of empathy in here for him tho— because I’m going to be so distraught if WOTFI 2024 is his resignation from the spotlight for good. His final bow on stage if you will; the grand finale of his performance before he departs in death (MAN I SURE HOPE HE DOESN’T DIE BUT THE FANDOM SPECULATIONS AND PARANOIA ARE GETTING TO MY HEAD. And it just seems like the narrative progression is leaning that way). Well not matter what happens to him this upcoming Saturday…this tragic TV guy has impacted me in unexpected ways and I’m just so glad we got to spend and entire year with his character. And he’s sure not gonna disappear from my art anytime soon. Hopefully I won’t be maiming him ever again after this though jksjsksp he’s suffered enough angst for now <3

And here is just a black & white sketch version without the red overlay stuff!! Although it’s an older version so not everything is exact

[deoidesign]

Thinks about my next series again... I drew the icon for it!

I'm planning to have it launched within a year! I'm hoping for summer 2025. I want to make a prelaunch page before Time and Time Again ends so people can subscribe if they're interested, but I'm worried the series return would be too early...

[skrunksthatwunk]

ok soooo im like 5 episodes into dear brother and i need you guys to know how much i love rei so far if only for her staggering around like a rain-soaked stray dog just haggard and unseeing all the time. like we know very little about her thus far except that every scene she's in she steals the show by flopping and wilting all over the frame

[keymintt]

CONGRATULATIONS!!!! You got the mural job, that's amazing news =D

THANK YOU!!! i've haven't quite done anythin like this before BUT i have enough experience from other projects to where it's not a super super daunting thing. like yeah it's Big and that'll have it's challenges but i'm excited !! :>

i don't know if i can show my proposal sketch off else i'd put it here but i will certainly show the finished mural off here once it's done >:3

[mad-hunts]

y'all know that feeling where you forgot a detail about your oc (because barton basically is my oc at this point LOL) and then it comes back at the most freaking random time to haunt you? because that is pretty much what just happened to me and it's uhhh. i wasn't sure whether barton's mental state could get any worse, but it seems i was wrong. trigger warning for self-harm under the cut.

so, i think i have talked about this before concerning barton's sociopathic nature, but if there is one thing that people with ASPD experience: it's this chronic feeling of emptiness within them that makes it hard for them to enjoy a lot of thing's. and this, combined with the fact that they can't easily connect with other people due to the fact that they're lacking in empathy... well, it's particularly relevant to barton because he has literally hurt himself before just to feel something.

but barton just acts like nothing is wrong a majority of the time if you see him with bandages on his arms. because he truly does feel a blend of not knowing how to ask for help, as well as thinking that he doesn't need people pitying him, though wanting to help someone who is mentally unwell is usually done out of concern — but barton just doesn't think that way for whatever reason. like, he does have a different perception / a warped perception of reality compared to other people, though he figures that it'd probably be best if he just dealt with it alone. because if even he doesn't know how to voice how desperate barton feels sometimes to get away from the emptiness, then he believes that no one would understand enough to help him, anyway.

and i think he still does it sometimes because barton is just genuinely so depressed that even when he gets something he thinks he wants about 50 percent of the time, it turns out that no, he actually doesn't want it - and he's constantly seeking out stimulation because barton's sense of boredom is like a beast in the way that it almost never seems to go away. because once he learns about something new, sure... it's cool for a little while, but then this new thing he's learned tarnishes and loses its luster, so-to-speak. so it's no longer appealing for him to do + it makes high-risk / thrill seeking thing's like drinking, gambling, egging people on intentionally (especially if they're dangerous), etc. even not seem satisfying sometimes.

[nanowatzophina]

OC Questionnaire! (Warden Edition as well)

Thanks to @dungeons-and-dragon-age for tagging me! I'm gonna do my Wardens as well since... like her, I don't wanna go on too long and... I really would go on too long if I did anything besides my wardens...

Even with just my wardens it's going to go for a while... so I apologize

This is my second time typing this all out-- so bear with me...

NAME: Rosal Surana

NICKNAME: Rose/Rosie? Not a lot of people actually use nicknames for her but those are an option.

GENDER: Female (she/they)

STAR SIGN: ((I don't know enough about Star Signs or Tarot cards so-- I'm just not going to answer these ones)

HEIGHT: Average for an elf

ORIENTATION: Biromantic Asexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden! Born in Denerim to be specific but her mother was a Dalish elf.

FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches

FAVORITE SEASON: Fall! When the air becomes crisp.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Lilies and Lilacs

FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents remind her of her mother, Firewood, Old parchment, new books, charcoal

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate or Chai with honey

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Depends on if she has a new book she's trying to read... But usually like... 5? 5 hours sounds right...

DOGS OR CATS: Both!

DREAM TRIP: A historical trip around different places she's read about!

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One really thick and fuzzy one.

RANDOM FACT: She can not do healing magic to save her life and yet that won't stop her from trying. That's how she got those scars, trying to heal herself in the fight going up the Tower of Ishal but just making it scar over really badly. But hey, at least it stopped bleeding.

NAME: Lannaris Mahariel

NICKNAME: Lan or Lanna

GENDER: Female (she/her)

HEIGHT: On the shorter side for an elf which makes her pretty short compared to humans.

ORIENTATION: Gay. Lesbian. Women.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish!

FAVORITE FRUIT: Plums or Blackberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring or Summer (before it gets to hot)

FAVORITE FLOWER: Geranium

FAVORITE SCENT: Woodsy, right after rain,

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Herbal tea

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6. Schedules are important to her.

DOGS OR CATS: Cats, she's actually scared of dogs (which is why she never went to the kennel in Ostagar's camp)

DREAM TRIP: The Arbor Wilds, just to see the trees...

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1-2

RANDOM FACT: Her dream house would be a really cool treehouse. She'd love to live there with Leliana 3 cats and 6 nugs far away from other people... Just them and the forest.

NAME: Fen'nas Mahariel

NICKNAME: Fen!

GENDER: Male (he/they)

HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, around Morrigan's height

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish! Was born in the Hinterlands

FAVORITE FRUIT: Berries! Favorite is probably blueberries or raspberries.

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring! He loves the flowers

FAVORITE FLOWER: He loves them all! Though loves Honeysuckle.

FAVORITE SCENT: Floral, Cedar and stronger scented herbs like rosemary and basil.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Chai for sure.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: You guys count? (probably like... 8-9, honestly he probably sleeps in a lot later than he should and stays up later than he should too)

DOGS OR CATS: Either! Doesn't have too much of opinion.

DREAM TRIP: Anywhere with Morrigan <3

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1

RANDOM FACT: He loves halla. He was really hoping that he'd one day get to be a caretaker for them. He loved to feed them and brush them whenever he wasn't off hunting or patrolling for the clan.

NAME: Alana Cousland

NICKNAME: Pup (her father is the only one allowed to call her that though) Rose (Alistair only)

GENDER: Female (she/her)

HEIGHT: Average?

ORIENTATION: Demi

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden!

FAVORITE FRUIT: Oranges and Pears (not together... just... depending on her mood??? or what's in season?)

FAVORITE SEASON: Summer

FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't think much of flowers, honestly.

FAVORITE SCENT: Stables and gardens. Which I guess is to say manure but that doesn't sound like a good scent even though that's what it is... Earthy smells like that.

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee... with a lot of sugar and cream.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs. 100% Man's best friend.

DREAM TRIP: Adventure off somewhere, anywhere. It doesn't matter... just away from Ferelden.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 3-4

RANDOM FACT: She would actively scare away suitors, much to her Mother's chagrin... She would be purposefully blunt and rude in social situations and tease people relentlessly until they left her alone. She used to see being married off as the most torturous future possible. She also dislikes dresses. And probably wears pants around the castle to everyone's horror.

NAME: Solan Aeducan

NICKNAME: Sol, Nug

GENDER: Female (they/she)

HEIGHT: Short? Considering she's a dwarf? But probably a normal height for them.

ORIENTATION: LESBIAN.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Orzammarian

FAVORITE FRUIT: Strawberries

FAVORITE SEASON: Any of them but Winter. She HATES the cold.

FAVORITE FLOWER: Orchid, though she's come to love most flowers, she didn't know there was quite so many of them just growing everywhere you looked.

FAVORITE SCENT: Steel, Fire, the smell of home, but also the smell of a clear night, and the expensive perfumes Leliana wears

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee. Black.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5 but she doesn't need that much.

DOGS OR CATS: Dogs

DREAM TRIP: The Deep Roads, she always dreamed of going deep and finding a new Thaig, finding long forgotten treasures and gold and being an adventurer finding lost places down in the deep.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: All of them. Why is it so sodding cold on the surface??

RANDOM FACT: She loves the stars. It took a little bit to adjust but the stars were likely the first things she found truly beautiful about the surface after being cast out of her home. She loves finding constellations and learning the stories of them. She feels more connected to them than she ever did the Stone, though she would never admit it... except to Leli

NAME: Iris Tabris

NICKNAME: Petal, Little Flower

GENDER: Female (she/her) ((look at all this variety I have right?))

HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, average for a human

ORIENTATION: Asexual

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden Alienage elf!

FAVORITE FRUIT: Grapes, sweet ones

FAVORITE SEASON: Spring

FAVORITE FLOWER: Iris, it was her mother's favorite, which is why she was named after it.

FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents, smell of fresh baked bread, cinnamon

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with lots of whipped cream

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8. Sleep is important.

DOGS OR CATS: Cats, generally dislikes dogs though her mabari hound is a very strong exception.

DREAM TRIP: To big cities in other countries, like in Orlais or Antiva... She would love to see what their architecture looks like.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, but only if it's very soft.

RANDOM FACT: Iris is really sensitive to textures and physical touch. It makes finding outfits a little difficult for her, considering Ferelden (probably) doesn't have a lot of great options in the way of textures, but because of that she got pretty good at making alterations to outfits. She is generally touch averse, though with permission, which Alistair is sure to always ask for, she's usually fine.

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[beomurang]

Will never not be upset at the atrocious act of not including Beomgyu in happily ever after.

[belligerentbagel]

more artfight ✨

Glitch (s.helly_art)

Ambrose Pierce Taylor (@caniicular)

Averie "Avi" Guerra (@artseuki)

Alexandria Rosenburg (spectralsoupz)

[the-busy-ghost]

Planted some bulbs today, not sure if they'll come up, I have never had much luck with daffodils, but the others were muscari, alliums, and irises, all of which have proven incorrigible when I planted them previously (still pulling alliums out of pots they were never planted in five years later).

[byanyan]

thinking about how one of byan's nicknames was originally supposed to be yanyan, hence the url byanyan, but it never caught on/stuck bc it was supposed to be specific to only certain people... so it just hasn't been a thing for three whole years but i haven't had the energy to come up with a new url

[unproduciblesmackdown]

mordecai is the first funny bitch like spends 90% of his time literally just standing there going "i'm dapressed" to himself while everyone in the vicinity takes potshots and then he's clocking in for the night shift where for the next 9 hours people go "god mordecai would it kill you to act like you're having more fun at the [kills you] factory"

[reno2005]

So while looking into the 90’s/early 00’s RE comics some more I noticed this interesting detail of Leon going with Claire to Europe to find Chris after the Raccoon City incident.

While most of these comic stories are not considered canon and more so "what if" or "inspired" stories instead of retellings, it's interesting to see how the comic writers for this comic magazine imagined the lore for the series would happen considering how little they were given to work with.

[captainkurosolaire]

Farewell, Friends.

A neighing mare of sudden pause, loomed over a port. Awaiting was a crumbling empire, a sea vessel that laid host to countless memories. Overhead above clouds brought a grieving shadow. What anticipated prior, began to drizzle as accursed rain wept. The Captain underneath canopies, with stolen steed reached a trot before he hopped off saddle-back. Petting with a gentleness, warmth, not befitting with callous hands for a savage. Praising the life curated before it,  with such a serene grace, before fetching his back satchel and giving over a small container of berries. “Go home.” He patted lastly, watching his tamer for a briefness, but took off with the commandment of his hand swatting off distantly. Tears of sky poured onto his being. Walking softly up the gangplank to his ship’s deck and parking under the flag ship's main mast. Surveying left and right, with a scan, giving a crooked smirk, what a tremendous story. His feline ear’s picked up the sound of his closest. It filled him unlike anything. The flood continued to drench him. Sorrow often always followed him aside with rain, oh ...how he despised it. Always leading to era-defining change. This day felt as such. Removing his shirt to connect himself closer to nature. Letting the flood wash over him lean against the pillar mast until laying prone staring up into the drifting clouds. Allowing genuine tears to become hidden. From Crew’s being massacred, to mutinies, mental-fallout, to being shipwrecked. Overcome all those ordeals, somehow attracting a reason to rebirth. All wanting was his Crew, to not only retrieve the best, but somewhere safe like his perception of family. The bastard orphan; turn incidental successor of a Pirate Captain, never could keep it very long.

Those dismantlement's have a singular man at the helm; who survived there’s no mistake, he held guilt. His current Crew, who seemed destined for being a Last, was in turmoil from a stealth traitor. Evidence of irrefutably surfaced, as long as Captain lived and remained, he couldn’t preserve anybody and neither was peace.

Sometimes, treasure’s so big that can’t even fit in your palm are brought before you. They breathe abundance, rich unmatched soul-fulfilling happiness. Greed wanted this forever, but there proved one painstaking, gut-wrenching, solution.

Abruptly his confession of internal pain quelled, hearing an energetic Viera referred to as Whyte, “Captain! What are you doing out here silly? You’re going to catch a cold! Don’t worry I’ll umbrella you!” Her playfulness began swatting and striking against every rain and gave a hi-yah! She puffed herself up with a inhale, and pretended to be a balloon. Striving but unsuccessfully, he couldn’t help but smirk. He gasped air out with a lowness, “Will ye assemble the Crew t’ th’ galley for me?” Now attempting to catch every rain-droplet with her mouth but making fish-faces, hearing the tone in his voice even subtle she paused from her antics. “Aye, aye, Cap’n!” She saluted before scurrying with an unyielding robust energy. Gathering composure, Kuro refreshed before joining his community. A mountain of feast prepared as his various Crew’s personalities all squabble and contrasted another, except three empty seats. Those stung against his heart chords, was his fault. There was a behemoth Hellsguard with jolly laughing and tugging at a boar’s cooked head with a tiny Lalafell, “I’m bigger Me-Me show honor! I deserve the largest portion as tribute!” Comically the pint-sized Lalafell was giving him trouble in a strength contest. “Let go, Gark, I’m warning you! – Do you want to die?” Looking into her blackhole of eye’s he removed his grip. “Uh-uh, you know what. I'll just take the chocobo leg. Only ‘cause I’m a gentleman!” He tried saving his knight-bound pride, but reality afraid. What a chaotic Gremlin.  The sweetest Matron’s voice chimed, “It’s no worry, I prepared extra.” The mastodon Crimson Baron brought his hands together, “Dear Twelve, Thank you for blessing us with Slafhota.” Then proceeded to animistic gnawing bite. The maiden of sea who proved to be Captain’s advisor and counselor saw the Seeker’s troubled visage.

“Are you okay Captain?” She softly asked with an allurement that could soothe anything over, everyone pausing with a stare. “... I think we should disband. Least fer th’ year, the other’s are gone that long anyway.” Shock traversed through all them. “Whaaaa!” Said Viera, who’s boundlessness was screeching off the rails. The Wildwood Elezen meditating in corners, thought with insight, could see carefully through Captain’s ruse, his planned intentions to bait out the culprit, traitor, hiding amongst them. “So it’s like that.” Intelligently and without emotion didn’t fuss, instead a smile amused occur. Heat broke through the room, tense. “It’s funny… Could’ve sworn I heard him – our LOVELY Cap’n suggest we disband! If that was the case, I’d have to castracate and add a cat to our menu!” His meal was soured, interrupted, intimidating with his hulking presence and began standing across with daggers.

Captain’s head didn’t sulk or lower itself further, instead with a brazenness, “You heard me, I said we should disband. Or least, me. As long as I’m surrounded by Crew, the traitor will never reveal themselves, furthermore, like Slafhota, secondary injuries will occur in your attempts t’ protect me. When I was left on my own, attempts against me didn’t halt. This hatred, animosity, of the betrayer will extend until they have me cornered, or dead to rights. I can stand up to many things in life; but what will keep me up, does affect me, is bringing pain to what–who matters. I will not have you all end up like my other botched, failed, and bottom-sea dwelling kindred. Ye are what I treasure! ...But I will relinquish you t’ save shining glory.” Said having to squish his own heart like a Scourge to-do this feat.

The Hellsguard wrathfully roared, “HELLS! You’re dead Cap’n, I didn’t leave my peaceful retired life just to have something end with dull! YOU DESERVE TO BE ALONE, YOU MISERABLE MISCREANT!” Enraged with rage, he blazed through the feast and squeezed the Seeker against the wall making an indented crater. His dangerous fire, built up with his sorrow but was nullified by the Elezen who calmly put a fortified screen that surrounded Captain in a protective veil to safeguard him. The Might of the Goldbrand’s wrist was grabbed softly with a calming reassurance in the Sea Maiden, “Gark, come with me. It’s okay.” Like water she prevented the fire from escalating in destruction. Kuro, left unhooked, fell to his rear. Viera, often in positivity, was sobbing uncontrollably, “I don’t want to leave you! What will I do!?” Nothing could prevent the Scoundrel from feeling empathy. All of them were hurting.

“Pirate. I don’t always agree with you. However, this time I do. In-order to reach salvation, sometimes, you must leave things to faith.” Zieton the Historian who often was on the principal’s of the Twelve’s deeds, gave a surprising defense. With that, other’s began to buckle and accept their leader’s decision. Kuro closed his eyes momentarily before comforting Whyte, “It’s just fer a little while. Summer isn’t that long. Aim for sightseeing, enjoy your own interest. Yer life is worth discovering.” Patting and squeezing with a tight embrace before swinging her playfully around and landing on her feet and giving her a dancing twirl. She couldn’t help but be removed, the rain inside her stopped. Composing her sob, “U-um okay, but! I’m marking the calendar, a moment late, I’ll kick your ass!” She tugged his cheeks before spiritedly walking out to reconvene outdoors. The Wildwood Elezen had served as a caring mentor alongside his Counselor Slafhota. Three people didn’t voice their thoughts, either they were trusting, shy, or one of them was trying to contain their laughter, achieving what they wanted. Oblivious, one remnant of Crew, was the Ghoul who established a close-bond with the Fearless Pirate. Practically almost like that of a pet-owner as odd it sounded. Kuro took so much care to the often seen monstrosity. Unable to understand at all what was transpiring with lack of humanization behind such a foul-curse. Just continuing to drink blood-packs, Captain dropped to his knees, “Mate. You gotta go with th’ others. Follow, Slafhota, she’ll keep your needs met. Be the person who handles your gluttony.” Xaela paused and cast a head-tilt, not understanding one bit, instead tried sharing his food supply to his Captain.

The Seeker calmly refused, <“No mate! You have t’ go!”> Pointing at the doors and giving sign-language even speaking in his native that he was working on reteaching him, destined to one-day cure his blight; least was... Crazy to think but through all this frightening and horrified grimly appearance the Xaela, Captain felt so safe, a partial split-soul that was sundered, was identical. Getting up onto his twos, the towering presence over Captain. Chains that restrained him for the safety of others, by his own-doing. Were unhooked. “My nightly friend, b’ free.” Closing his eye’s ashamed and holding his head down, the Ghoul suddenly grappled the Seeker’s wrists, and pointed for the door. Implying they were going together. A hand on his hilt sword, with a boundless devotion to serve. Kuro resisted his tugging and chopped the leash of their connected link with having to destroy himself further, “NAY, I SAID GO! NOW!” Forcing his aether to spike and anger. Like; letting a bonded animal go, with a monstrous stare black sclera's and crimson orbs, the Nihlius hearing commandment forced him to obey; recognizing trouble, but not understanding anything. The worst kind of hurt to inflict on someone you love. Silence befell until he was left alone in a room of dark. [ ♫What if the Storm Ends♫ - Reference - Last Chapter ] (Reference since lot of Crew faces to consume.)

[seiwas]

i think im chained to writing soft forever 😭