#but again rbs are appreciated!!

[starswallowingsea]

Since 18trip is ~6 months old now, my friend @/azurecrystalz decided to make a fandom faves survey! It will be open for 2 weeks and close on September 27th ! Reblogs are appreciated <3

Survey Link

[spitedemon]

i really don’t think it’s “typical dragon age fandom nonsense” for people to be genuinely upset about the world state choices. combat, level design, art direction, gameplay gimmicks, those have all varied across each dragon age game. the one thing that’s remained constant are nods to our previous choices.

i wasn’t expecting my HoF to come riding in on a griffon, but i can’t find a monument dedicated to warden tabris somewhere around the anderfels? lucanis couldn’t have some lines about the time that one arainai boy was stirring up trouble in antiva city? you’re gonna tell me that making a mage the new divine wouldn’t have some impact on nevarra and antiva? on the anderfels, the supposed most devout militant andrastian nation in thedas? you’re saying nobody in the north is paying attention to who rules orlais or ferelden? come on.

[zivazivc]

Made a halloween themed pattern! Can we all agree that the turtle tots (little donnie especially) would love pumpkin carving

You can get the pattern printed on Redbubble. I recommend the all over print tote bag for this one, i think it looks cool :D

[degenderates]

it truly is so strange that richard siken's work in tumblr/queer circles is known for this sort of pure yet devoted gay love when the devotion is actually obsessive and the purity is nonexistent. i half wonder if half the people who claimed to be fans of his poetry have not actually read crush or war of the foxes, just seen the bits about being in a car with a beautiful boy, and wearing the boy's jacket, or the inability to touch the stars. but have you actually read "you are jeff?" did you read all twenty four verses and the part about confusing the intimacy of a father, an uncle, a lover? did you read the part about a fraternal brawl on the side of the highway, the refusal to watch it from the inside of a car, the comparison of love to cancer? or did you take the entirety of crush to be a story about not being able to tell someone you love them? because yes, that's important, but the violence of the entire poetry collection has somehow been lost to the internet. crush's cover is a man wiping blood from his lips. the collection is about grief, love, obsession, violence, youth, self-destructiveness, mental health. it's not just "gay yearning" and god if that implication hasn't messed up so many people's goddamn perception.

[skellulite]

Great News! My shop is now live!!

I’ve got a selection of new prints, stickers, zines, and other cool stuff up for grabs! I’d love if yall gave it a look!

[oonessawness]

I finally finished that lil redraw of my old Darkiplier piece (found here !!) :>

Alternate versions under the cut ! ♡ requests are also (tentatively) open♡

With and without the abberation on the lineart :] i had a WHOLE bunch of differwnt versions with different abberation levels but eventually narrowed it down to these (shout out regal, tincan and my lovely partner)

These are the old ones too if that link doesnt work! Idk if ive imported or if its just a style change idk :) i tried to keep the redraw close to the new one with the colors n all that bit ok the expression changed alot! Lmk if thats bad or not?? Anyways comments and such are sooo so appreciated and desired btw 🫶

[txttletale]

hello nice time on the computer havers. since my financial situation is currently exactly one sad moth flying out of a big empty wallet i've set up a patreon for anyone who wants to help me out. if you're interested in game design or original writing and poetry for me it might be worth checking out, because i'll probably put random scraps of ttrpg design / small essays on ttrpg design in general / poems / updates on my current ttrpg project underside up on there. if you don't give a shit about any of that and don't have a couple bucks each month to spend on subsidizing a weird girl posting then no hard feelings dw about it <3

[honabi]

favorite ice cream flavors. kachow

[gallusgalluss]

HEY, I'm temporarily opening these $25 Headshot Commissions!

$25 USD is the base price, +$10 per extra character

Information about contact + more commission info can be found through this carrd link!

If you'd like to support me monetarily but can't get a commission, my Ko-Fi's open for donations!

[autoboros]

I have been so slow with art I'm trying to warm up so

Have an Auto

[plulp]

yknow kylar isnt my favorite character but the owl plushie really raised the bar by like maybe 30%

[albaricomics]

Guys, am I sharing the comic too late or smth?

I just feel weird that the first pages got alot of attention and now they won't even get to 100 notes:( where's my ppl at? 💔

[pwouted]

update on the grocery situation : we now have food [ yay ] thanks to those who donated and a lovely friend of mine we were able to get a few essentials :') so thank you guys !

unfortunately sometimes before things get better, they get worse and my oldest rabbit smokey [ he's almost 8 now !! some of u might remember him, esp since i had to ask for assistance a few yrs ago ;; ] has had reoccurring gstasis, usually we are able to treat this by giving him lots of water, hay, baby gas drops, and massaging his tum. now it's gotten so bad that nothing will work at all and it's so concerning because gstasis can become so very deadly. unfortunately the only animal clinic that is still open and treats rabbits is over an hour away.

this means a 32 dollar ride [ to and from ] unless we find someone who can take us, a regular exam starts at 80 dollars, and looking at posts online [ the vet said as of now she can't give us an estimate until she sees him ] treatment could be around $400+ so in total it would most likely be around 544 dollars [ at the LEAST ]

so i will be leaving my ko-fi below TT

i also want to say that i might be less active for awhile / leave my blog on a q mostly so i can just spend as much time focusing on him as much possible. thank you to those who read this, and those who can help, and those who can keep my sweet boy in your heart !

my ko-fi

[shag0hod]

im opening up commissions!!!!!!!!! as it says up there i am taking cash through Paypal and cashapp! (which ill dm the usernames to you when the time comes of course!) you can either dm me here on tumblr, or you can ask me for my discord! whatever works best for you.

if you would not like me to post your commission art just let me know, and of course if theres any questions be sure to ask :]

my examples are under the cut, reblogs are appreciated ^_^

[13atoms]

Arm in Arm (Count Orlo x tall!female!reader)

Thank you for the people who recommended Orlo for this! Getting back into writing fic after so long off was very difficult and very slow, but this is a first step! Reader is taller than Orlo (>5'8" or something?) and wearing a skirt.

Fluff (very light hurt/comfort) | Oneshot | 1.6k

It was a generous Russian morning, which looked to precede a deeply pleasant day. The whole world was languid and cheery, with a gentle breeze swaying through the summer drapes and sunlight illuminating patches of the rugs which ran through Orlo’s living quarters. The fire was built in its grate, but unlit, and the chaise longues had been moved to let you bathe in the warmth of the sun instead.

There was a great feast being held somewhere which wasn’t the Palace, and the whole place had breathed a sigh of relief as a great convoy of nobles and royals set off to attend it. It was, Orlo decreed, a rare day off. And the two of you were to enjoy it together.

You groaned and stretched out, wary where your legs were draped across Orlo’s lap. There’s a burning behind your eyes as you closed your book over your thumb, and extend both of your arms over your head. Hours of reading had left a tension in every part of you, yet it quickly melted away.

 Orlo closed his own book, stretching himself out like a cat with a groan so gratuitous you were sure he’d intended for the sound to make you laugh. He yawned as he set the books aside and hugged your calves to his chest, making you shout out in shock as you were pulled down in your seat.

Laying flat, you looked up at him, felt the gentle stetch through your spine as he kept a hold of your legs. Orlo was smiling lazily, in a way you hadn’t seen him do in months. You flexed your bare feet, felt the muscles of your calves move against his arms, and threw your head back to stare at the ceiling.

It was painted with great skill, depicting a scene you probably ought to distantly recognise from the Bible. You had no inclination to focus on the brushstrokes for that long. Instead, you enjoyed the settling of your back against soft cushions, and the gentle patterns Orlo was tracing on your ankle.

“You’re too long for his sofa,” he mused, finally setting your legs down and letting them hang off the end of the arm.

He was trapped in, slouched under your legs, head lolling against the cushion behind him. Looking down the length of your own body, you only felt contentment. The Count clearly didn’t have anywhere else he’d rather be.

“I’m too tall for the chaise in my apartments too, the furniture-makers ought to be more considerate.”

You had no quarrel with the chaise. Not really. You were enjoying the relaxing, hazy feeling of having your legs above your head.

“I suppose if it just means we have to be closer together.”

“Tragic,” you murmured, looking back at the ceiling.

Orlo snorted a laugh, pulling his glasses from his face and tossing them onto the side table. When you lifted your head to look at him he was rubbing at the indents his glasses left on his nose. You loved seeing him without them, it was something private. Reserved for you. He squirmed with discomfort when you said it, but he was so pretty without them.

“Does it bother you?” he asked suddenly.

You cocked your head, humming a question.

“Height, I mean?”

Entangled together, you had forgotten he was any shorter than you. Now he looked at your legs, side-by-side, as his stretched out in front of him, and you felt a flash of embarrassment.

“I suppose… sometimes I think I’d prefer being shorter. It would be easier.”

Orlo frowned at you for a moment, and then rushed to speak, his words falling over each other.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all!”

His hand was back on your calf. Orlo’s eyes were wide and sincere, flashed with panic where they had been downcast a moment ago.

“I just meant…” he thought for a moment, thumb rubbing across your calf, “I know it’s not… popular to be seen with men shorter than you are.”

You thought for a moment, that uncomfortable sting in your chest completely extinguished by the slight shine of Orlo’s eyes. There’s nothing wrong with you, you wanted to tell him. You saw how Peter looked down at him, how people made jokes. The way being measured for new clothes would put a damper on his whole day. He’s avoided the process entirely for far too long, until he began courting you.

 “Do you think there’s anything I’d want to change about you?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer it? For it to be a little more comfortable when we dance? To have someone… more?”

“All we have are the gifts we are given, Orlo. I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”

 He struggled to articulate what it was he wanted to say, and you waited, not wishing to put ideas in his head or words in his mouth. His hand found your ankle, and stroked over the delicate bone there. He brought his face to your calf, and mumbled against it as he spoke.

“I just want you to feel protected…”

“I do,” you insisted, quiet and sincere.

For a moment there was silence. You stared back at the ceiling, a maze of richly coloured stories merging into one another. Was that Eve above you, tempted by the serpent? Samson, in the next scene? With long cut locks of hair beside his sleeping face, and the glint of Delilah’s knife against the pillow?

“I’m sorry. You should never have to feel inadequate… I try to slouch. To not make it obvious. I can step further away, if you prefer…”

“I hate when you do that,” he told you plainly, no anger or malice in his voice. “You’ll hurt your back.”

The paused for a while, staring at the carpet.

“You don’t have to change yourself for me either.”

“I know I just feel bad sometimes…”

You thought about him in the moment he thought no one was watching, straining to stand up straighter, rocking on the heels of his shoes, staying seated when Peter walked up behind his desk to speak with him.

“Why would you feel bad?”

“It’s not as though you’re short, Orlo. Lots of women would look fine beside you, I’m just tall. I just know… some men don’t like being the shorter one.”

“I love that you’re taller than me.”

You ignored him. The cut on Adam’s rib was a smear of crimson against delicately painted skin, the paint so fresh it might have been real blood pouring from the ceiling.

“Catherine is tall,” he murmured, “and widely considered one of the most beautiful women in Russia.”

You hummed, and he reached for your hand, pulling it into his lap.

“Probably the second most beautiful,” he teased, and you scoffed at him.

“She’s not that tall. Peter is taller.”

“Peter is far too tall. I often think if he were shorter, he couldn’t get away with as much. He’d be too easy to punch.”

You shushed him, the sound broken by a laugh, and Orlo groaned, hiding his smile against your underskirts.

“I don’t want to make you feel bad about yourself. You have to know, that’s the last thing I want.”

“You don’t.”

He thought for a moment, and tapped his fingers on your skin in the pattern his often drummed into his desk. Finally, he spoke again.

“I love to see how tall you are. I love that I can spot you across a room, that you can do things with such ease. I envy it, sometimes. When I have to rush to keep up with you.”

You groaned as you curled yourself towards him, taking another moment to stretch. That horrid pang in your chest was now absent, replaced with something warm. Your guard was down. The palace was so quiet the outside world might as well not have existed. You indulged your insecurities a little longer, knowing Orlo wouldn’t strike if you showed weakness.

“I always worry that eventually you’ll find someone… easier. Someone shorter.”

“Why would I even be thinking about that, when I’ve got you?”

“A good point.”

It took a great amount of shuffling to lie next to him on the chaise, but it was worth it, to be beside his warm body. He pulled one of your legs over him, offered his bicep as a pillow. His dark, warm eyes staring into yours still gave you butterflies.

“If our heights bother other people, that is their problem. I’ve never known someone who understands me so well,” he murmured, “even if you take up far more of the bed than you ought to.”

“You’ve never complained about me being in your bed. You cling to me –”

“Yes, I understand. I’m teasing you, my love. I want you to take up every bed I ever sleep in.”

“I wish you saw yourself how I see you, Orlo. You’d never feel like you needed to be taller again – you’re the only person I pay attention to in any room.”

“How funny, I feel completely the same.”

You would concede, months later, when the bloodshed had ended and Orlo’s quarters grew far too big for one man, that he had been right to have a longer chaise long made. And when he crushed himself into you after long, arduous nights, his face pressed to your neck, you would both be grateful you could shelter him from the world – even for the shortest moment.

“Do you want to go out today?” he asked, when his arm was going numb from cushioning your head and the sun was high in the sky.

“Perhaps just for some air?”

“That would be nice.”

Your elbows didn’t really fit with one another, formally walking arm-in-arm as many other couples did – though you didn’t feel sorry for it. Instead you took a turn of the gardens hand-in-hand, head held high, all the closer for it.

[whimsicalcotton]

Radio Anon — Now obsessed the Apparition of Rachel Amber That May or May Not Be Real, may you please elaborate upon the concept

[voice of someone with category 5 brainrot] Of Course,

basically i listened to Anybody Else by Dom Fera (mv is really silly but still somehow amberfield flavored) one too many times and started thinking about timelooper Max being Literally haunted by Rachel. but like Heathers The Musical style where you're left wondering if ghosts actually exist in this universe or if your protag just really needs a nap.

it probably started after a few loops (aka few weeks w barely any sleep) and so Max has no idea if there's actually a dead girl hanging around her dorm or if she's been digging in the junkyard one too many times and now she's tipped over the line into guilt hallucinations. hence The Apparition That May or May Not Be Real. usually Max will spot either the deer or Rachel herself lurking around blackwell/hanging around Chloe. the ghost deer form is pretty much the same as canon but i've yet to decide where she falls on the 'oh that's just a person' -> 'holy shit 4k bloody mary' ghost-scariness spectrum. probably depends on what kinda state Max is in when she sees her.

i also haven't decided whether they talk to each other. like Max definitely talks to Rachel but i don't know whether i want the angst of her not being able to hear anything Rachel says back or if i want full Chandler-mode Rachel providing ridiculous/unhelpful commentary on everything going down and exercising her skills as a one woman greek chorus.

that's all i have for the moment! here are a few scribbles also bc she's been on my mind lol