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thinking about vi... ♡ (nsfw under cut)
modern 19 y/o vi who is peak loser core. go in her room and you'll see her unmade bed, ps4 and ps2 games on her shelves along with big, in depth and advanced books (about whatever subject, school or not) that have all been read.
modern 19 y/o vi who's style consists of studed belts, baggy(ish) jeans and jorts with patch work, both band tees and sleeveless shirts with graphic design, spiderman boxers, fucking millions of rings and her docs. almost every piece of clothing she has is thrifted.
modern 19 y/o vi who when you go over to her place for the first time, you have to meet her parents, her sister and her brothers. she's nervous and she loves you and you're so pretty to meet her family.
modern 19 y/o vi who's so nervous doing anything, but her favourite hobby is eating pussy. likes it when she can hide under your mini skirt or when your pants are unzipped and pulled down enough for her to lick at your pussy, hands pushing your thighs apart so she can tilt her head and fuck her pierced tounge into your hole, or whining into your clit when you pull at her short little wolf cut.
modern 19 y/o vi who likes when you're ontop of her in lotus or cowgirl, taking the same baby pink strap in you. with your tits bouncing in her face, the kisses you're pressing to her face and your ass in her hands while she thrusts her hips up to meet you ♡.
modern 19 y/o vi who's favourite positions for her to receive penetration are doggy and missionary. she likes having her face shoved into your pillows with her back arched and ass jiggling against your hips every time you thrust your soft baby pink strap (7½ inches, i don't make the rules) into her greedy pussy, her usual pornographicly moans, whines and whimpers muffled.
modern 19 y/o vi who likes missionary because she can cradle your head with one hand while you kiss against her neck and jaw, the black nail polish chipped nails of her other hand scratching at your back with her legs wrapped around your waist.
modern 19 y/o vi who likes being fingered in the middle of you two cuddled up together and watching a movie with her ac blasting. her eyes would be squeezed shut, nose nuzzling against the hair ontop of you head, her half assed stifled moans turning into whines when you apply more pressure on her swollen clit with your other fingers working inside her.
first post im fucking scared BUT if you want me to turn any of these into more hcs or an actual fic lmk and i'll try my best ♡
#vi arcane#arcane#violet arcane#switch vi#shes so cute ♡#butch#vi x reader#vi x y/n#vi x you#arcane vi x you#arcane vi x reader
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I WILL BE OPENING EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS WITHIN THE WEEK
i know majority of the people following me do not follow me for art purposes and so im probably speaking to a brick wall, but if anyone has seen my posts regarding my financial problems and my tablet breaking the other day, i need money.
tldr, the state just took away nearly $1000 worth of income my family makes per month, which is the money we used to pay our rent. more in depth information below the cut
the state just kicked my brother off of SSI, and now we are out of $900 a month (another brother was ALSO kicked off of SSI a few months earlier as well, and as such for the past year my family has been struggling. at the time this wasnt bad enough prior that i felt the need to talk about it, so i never mentioned it). this $900 helped pay for the rent on our house, and without it we are going to be absolutely screwed. not only that, my brothers are all getting kicked off their insurance within the next two months and will probably not be able to get their medication anymore nor go to their monthly doctors appointments anymore because my mom will not be able to afford it (the reason for their medication is not super serious whatsoever, but will affect them badly in the long run if they arent able to take it.) my mom is going to be trying to find a job asap, but she is also disabled and for months now she has been putting in job application after application with no luck whatsoever.
we get no food stamps because the state sees that i live at home and assume that i make enough to afford food for everyone in my house, and the local food pantry quite frankly sucks and often gives out of date food with bugs in it, so we only go for emergencies.
I NEED TO BE ABLE TO SAVE MONEY IN ORDER TO GET MY DRIVERS LICENSE AND GET A CAR. this is a priority. i cannot get anywhere where i live without a vehicle, and my mom has to drive me around. once i get a car, i will be trying to get a second job so i can drive myself, and will then be working on trying to move out in hopes that if i leave my mom is able to get her income back. i CANNOT move out right now, due to the fact that i dont make enough money to afford my own place and i also walk to work everyday. these will not be happening anytime soon unfortunately, but most of the money i save per month was going towards being able to afford a car and a cheap apartment in the near future.
if you saw my post the other day regarding my tablet breaking and me wanting to purchase another one, i will not be buying a new one unless absolutely necessary. my current tablet works enough duct taped up for now. if i make any money from commissions, i will be putting it towards at the very least affording to pay for all my animals necessities, so i can focus on using all the money i make for my family. if you are aware of my ongoing medical problems, i will not be seeking out medical attention for my heart problem for the time being, considering the fact that i do not have insurance and i think any money i would pay for appointments would be better spent elsewhere. i would rather my family can keep a roof over their heads.
i will share the prices i think will be good in a bit, and i am really sorry if theyre expensive. if you read all this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. i will get them set up as soon as i can.
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Okay so this is my entry for @drizzledrawings competition!! Get ready for a whole ass fucking wall of text…whoopsie!!
anyway drizzle i love u and ur cowbians they me goofy-grin-on-my-face-kicking-my-feet happy — u and ur art are such an inspiration mwah!!
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I present to you my entry: Adelaide Forsythe – a travelling scholar and astronomer who’s shifter form is a magpie!
So, starting off with the animal choice. I chose a magpie for two reasons: one, I’m a bird nerd and two, I felt like the symbolism attached to magpies really fit her character??
As a member of the Corvidae family, Magpies are known for being quite intelligent, as well as having a love for shiny objects (get it, get it, she’s a scholar and she loves stars which are SHINY…I’m so smart guys)
BUT BUT BUT there’s a lot of folklore attached to them which I thought was also fitting – my Mum is like *really* superstitious and growing up she always had me salute magpies and you had to ask how its “wife” was doing if it was on its own bc (apparently) if you didn’t you’d be inviting bad luck – there’s a little song/poem that goes “one for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told” so the idea is that if you see a lone magpie its an ill omen so you salute it n stuff to ward all that away bc you don’t have to salute a pair of magpies
Or maybe its just smth my Mum does idk BUT ANYWAY
I thought I could play with this a little bc in some cultures magpies are acc seen as signs of good luck and fortune, which brings me to Adelaide: she is an academic in an untamed land, an outsider among both frontier folk and the scholars who dismissed her, she longs for scientific recognition, yet finds freedom outside of its rigid institutions, she is a woman in a world that has no clear place for her—too independent for England’s high society and yet too refined for the lawless frontier. Like the magpie, she adapts, moving in a space that both welcomes and rejects her.
THEN, you have the “seven for a secret never to be told” which I felt was fitting for a shifter who doesn’t want to be found out AND THEN the “three for a girl, four for a boy” fit a bit as well, as she often poses as a man to further her academic pursuits (bit a stretch, maybe?? but idc im rolling with it)
In addition, magpies were almost hunted to extinction because people were so afraid of them, which I felt also fit with her place as not just a woman, but a woman in academia AND a shifter who’s trying her best not to get found out and skinned or smth. They’re ALSO associated with witchcraft, which fits too!!
Anyway enough about magpies, onto the actual character lmao.
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Adelaide’s defining trait is her insatiable curiosity. She is a woman who cannot look at the night sky without wondering what lies beyond it, who cannot hear a folk tale without questioning its origins, who cannot witness an injustice without demanding to know why the world is the way it is. She does not simply observe the world—she dissects it. Whether it’s the trajectory of a comet or the migration of birds, she sees patterns and logic in everything. Even when confronted with superstition, she doesn’t scoff outright—she analyzes, compares, and tries to understand why people believe what they do.
She does not downplay her knowledge for the comfort of others. When a man tries to explain something she already knows, she listens politely for about ten seconds before cutting him off with a far more detailed explanation. Her sharp tongue has made her enemies in both academic circles and the rugged frontier. She is rather exacting in her speech, rarely mincing her words. She dislikes vague statements, preferring specificity in all things. When others say "a bright star," she responds with, "Do you mean Sirius, Betelgeuse, or Vega?" This can make her seem arrogant, though in truth, she simply values accuracy. Besides, if anyone has earnt the right to be a bit arrogant, Adelaide would say it’s her.
Yet, for all her logic, there is an undercurrent of childlike wonder beneath her nose-stuck-in-a-book personality. The moment she gazes through her telescope, or rides the wind bathed in starlight, all pretense falls away, and she becomes a child staring at the heavens for the first time again.
Adelaide has always been an outsider, whether in Oxford’s elite intellectual circles or the rugged towns of the West. She does not belong to any one world, and she has long since given up trying to fit in. While she values solitude, there is a quiet ache of loneliness beneath her independence. She spends many nights staring at the sky, comforted by its constancy, yet knowing that the stars cannot speak back to her. In Oxford, she was too bold, too opinionated, too unwilling to be a wife first and a scholar second. In the West, she is too refined, too intellectual, too ignorant of the ways of outlaws and bounty hunters. She is always “too much” or “not enough” for the world around her.
Adelaide does not easily trust others, not just because of her “little secret”. She has met too many people who have either underestimated her or tried to use her intelligence for their own gain. When she does form connections, she values them deeply, though she often struggles to express this in words. Instead, she shows her care through small, practical gestures. Yet, despite her walls, there are moments—rare but profound—when someone earns her trust, and the walls crack just enough for light to slip through.
She keeps meticulous journals filled with astronomical calculations, weather patterns, and folk stories she gathers from the people she meets. Her saddlebags are filled with star charts, old books, and curious trinkets.
Once she sets her mind to something, she will not be dissuaded. If someone tells her a mountain is impossible to climb, she will reach the peak just to prove them wrong. It is both her greatest strength and her biggest flaw.
She has little patience for those who exploit others, whether it be a professor stealing credit for a woman’s discovery or a wealthy rancher cheating his workers. She does not take kindly to men who assume they can buy her loyalty or silence.
Though she claims she prefers to stay out of trouble, she has a habit of stepping in when someone is being mistreated. She does not pick fights often, but when she does, her words cut deeper than bullets. Adelaide does not resort to violence unless absolutely necessary, but she will ruin a man’s reputation, expose a fraud, or leave damning evidence where the right people can find it. She believes in the long game – vengeance is best served cold, calculated, and with irrefutable proof. She did learn some things from her upper class upbringing, after all.
Beneath her sharp intellect and hardened exterior, Adelaide has a deeply buried, fragile softness – one she rarely allows herself to indulge. She denies being sentimental, yet she cannot help but stop to admire a field of wildflowers or the way the Milky Way stretches across the sky. She has a poetic way of describing the cosmos, though she would never call herself a poet. Though she claims she does not care for fame, a small part of her fears that when she is gone, her work will be erased, her name lost. She has spent her life chasing knowledge, but in the quietest moments, she often wonders if anyone will remember her.
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Born in 1871 in Oxford, England, Adelaide Forsythe was the only child of Dr. Reginald Forsythe, a respected academic who specialised in mathematics and astronomy, and Margaret Forsythe, a woman of high social standing whose primary concern was ensuring her daughter’s successful integration into elite society. While Margaret sought to mold Adelaide into a proper young lady—one who would marry well and host extravagant dinner parties—Reginald saw his daughter’s keen mind and indulged her curiosity, albeit discreetly.
The Forsythe line carried old magic, ancient and restless, passed down in blood and bone. It was not the magic of spells or incantations, but of transformation—of slipping between forms, of becoming something other, something free.
Adelaide had been standing on the balcony of their estate, staring up at the night sky, when a sudden pull overtook her. Her skin burned, her bones ached, and before she could cry out, the world tilted. The next thing she knew, she was plummeting through the air — not falling, but flying. Tiny wings beat frantically as instinct overrode panic, and she soared above the rooftops, free in a way she had never known before.
And then she crashed, hard, into a chimney stack and tumbled ungracefully to the ground.
Her mother found her shivering in the garden at dawn. There were no screams, no hysteria — only a cold stare, a tight grip on Adelaide’s wrist, and a warning whispered with more force than any slap:
"You will never do that again. Do you understand me?"
Frightened by her parent’s stories of torture, death and other such things, Adelaide was keen to agree with her mother.
But nature does not forget so easily.
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As a young girl, Adelaide would sneak into her father’s study late at night, pouring over his scientific texts by candlelight. The first time she glimpsed Saturn’s rings through a telescope at the age of ten, she was transfixed. The chaos and expectations of human society seemed so small compared to the great, unending vastness that was the universe. She devoured every book she could find, often pestering her father’s academic colleagues with endless questions during social gatherings.
Her precocious nature made her an outlier among other girls her age. She had no interest in embroidery, courtship, or fashionable gossip. When she was fifteen, her mother caught her sneaking into her father’s lectures disguised in her brother’s old coat and hat. Furious and humiliated, Margaret demanded her father put an end to her academic pursuits, fearing that no reputable man would ever marry a woman who thought herself equal to scholars. But Reginald, torn between duty to his wife and pride in his daughter’s intellect, found a compromise — he arranged private lessons with an old friend, Professor William Crenshaw, one of the foremost astronomers of the era.
By the age of twenty, Adelaide was unofficially assisting at a local observatory, analyzing star catalogs, observing planetary movements, and even drafting papers under her brother’s name (Adam, who had wholeheartedly agreed to the plan) to bypass gender restrictions in scientific publishing. She developed a reputation for being fiercely intelligent but also unyielding, unwilling to temper her opinions for the comfort of her male peers.
Her greatest challenge, however, was not the task of unravelling the mysteries of the universe but the narrow minds of her peers. While some admired her brilliance, others saw her presence as a scandalous threat. When a comet she helped chart was credited to a male assistant instead of her, Adelaide protested openly. “If a woman’s eyes can see as far as a man’s, then her name should reach just as far,” she argued. Her defiance earned her both admiration and ire.
In 1891, her growing reputation secured her an invitation to travel westward to Lemoyne to observe a rare solar eclipse. This would be her first real taste of life beyond the confines of academia and upper class English society.
Lemoyne was unlike anything Adelaide had ever known—rugged, lawless, and ungoverned by the rigid structures she was so used to back home. The journey was treacherous; the expedition was plagued by broken equipment, aggressive wildlife, and even an attempted robbery by outlaws. Adelaide, having never fired a gun in her life, was nearly helpless, relying on the protection of local guides and her quick wit to survive.
Despite the hardships, she made her way to the observation site and witnessed the total eclipse—a perfect black void swallowing the sun, a fleeting moment of cosmic wonder. As she gazed at the event through her telescope, surrounded by untamed wilderness instead of university halls, something within her shifted. The American West was a world of mystery and discovery in its own right, she thought.
When she returned to England, she found herself restless. The constraints of her life now felt suffocating.
It was misfortune that eventually spurred her onwards. During a risky midnight flight, Adelaide had injured her wing, and as such, was stuck in her form for a while. A colleague of hers had found her near the University and had taken it upon himself to care for her — much to her horror, and her gratitude. Adelaide had hoped to escape before he found out but it was not to be. Upon finding not a freshly healed magpie, but a grown woman in his kitchen, the man understandably freaked out. He threatened to expose her secret — stating that she was to step down from her post if she wanted to (quite literally) save her skin.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Adelaide set out for the Americas once again — this time alone. With nothing but a collapsible brass telescope, a collection of notebooks, and a revolver she barely knew how to use, she sailed westward, determined to document the night sky from places few had ever studied before.
She traveled from town to town, funding her journey by selling star charts, lecturing at any schools that would take her (which were few and far between), as well as a sizeable fund from her father, who had helped her flee. She often sought out high ground, camping alone in the mountains or vast plains, sketching the heavens by firelight.
But the frontier was dangerous, and a woman traveling alone is easy prey, especially one of “her kind”. She learned to navigate both the celestial sphere and the lawless lands beneath it. She bribed hunters to look the other way, outwitted charlatans who sought to take advantage of her, and, after a close brush with a gang of highwaymen in New Austin, reluctantly learned how to use her revolver. Though not a natural fighter, she became adept at using her intellect to survive, talking her way out of most trouble before bullets were needed.
By 1899, the world was changing. The frontier was vanishing, swallowed by railroads and industry. Scientific institutions back east were growing in prestige, but still refused to fully recognize women.
Eleanor found herself caught between multiple worlds — too independent for the constraints of academia, too refined for the lawless plains of the West and too wild, too different for all of them.
She had spent years mapping the stars, but her greatest challenge remained: carving out a place where she, and her work, could live and be remembered.
She would never be a wife waiting at home, nor a delicate lady confined to parlors and polite conversation. Nor would she be held down and restrained because of the blood that ran through her veins.
She was a scholar, an explorer, a collector of knowledge and forgotten stories. A woman with a revolver in one hand and a telescope in the other, chasing the stars and riding the wind before the West faded into memory.
Because the world will change, the frontier will disappear, and one day, even the names of its greatest outlaws will be forgotten.
But the stars will remain. And so will she.
Either way, Adelaide would continue to look skyward, seeking answers in the infinite dark.
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Okay so that’s the end (so far)!! Hope you enjoyed!! I might expand on her and give her some friends (maybe even a girlfriend…heh) later but idk??
P.S. Adelaide would def be besties with that palaeontologist you meet who gives you that dino bone quest
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I need more Damon's boyfriend text....or whatever. anything, I'm starving for a Damon content 😭😭
ROMANCE TROPE featuring. damon maitsu, kai monteago and wolfgang akire
more below the cut .. no texts but this has damon so.
# damon maitsu
hear me out on .. sort of enemies to lovers with the ultimate debater himself ?? damon and you who bicker constantly, always comparing and teasing amongst yourselves.
i can see damon thinking of you as someone lower than him, someone whose time shouldnt occupy his own oh-so important time. i mean, he has soooo much more important things to focus on. but eugh, your conflicts, your constant bickering, led to … weird, thrilling feelings, something that led to wanting more. this need grew overwhelmingly frustrating, which interrupted his thoughts. his mind could no longer find itself hyper focused on debating and studying despite his best attempts, because now, he always found that you were somewhere in the back of his mind. small reminders of you would spark a disruption within his head, one that led him to feel a hot, annoyed feeling in his chest.
pushing the tip of your finger into his shirt, you tilted your head to the side, a smug grin tugging at your lips.
“oh! would you look at that. what happened to your cocky attitude? not so confident now huh, mr debater?” you’d hummed, a sheet of paper firmly held within your fingers, waving it back and forth in front of his eyes. he’d narrowed his eyes in exchange, gaze flickering between your own and the wall behind you.
a huff escaping his lips, he’d finally regained his composure, his flustered face cooled down at least a little. “.. oh shut up, you managed to finally get a grade higher than me, congrats.” his muttering was sarcastic, clasping his fingers around your wrists and pulling them away from himself.
“for once? im pretty sure last exam i—“
“.. yeah yeah, that’s enough from you.” he’d interrupted, letting go of your wrists and instead throwing a hand over your mouth to prevent your sentence from being finished. with a muffled protest, you raised an arm to tug at the hand covering your lips with a struggle. damon couldn’t help but snicker at this, eyes making contact with your own helpless ones. finally managing to pull his hand away, you took a step back, annoyance apparent in your face.
turning around, prepared to make your way to your next class, you paused in place for a moment. “start focusing on your grades more, you’ve been lazy recently.”
a sigh from damon could be heard from behind you, accompanied by the shuffling of his pants. probably him putting his hands in his pockets. with a grumble, he responded. “it was by 4%. i’ve been busy with other things.”
“hmm, do you need encouragement? let me think,”
he remained quiet.
“if you get a higher grade than me on the next assignment, you can take me out on a date.”
“… the- huh? the hell?” he stammered, for a second, he was almost certain he’d heard wrong. but when you only replied with a giggle, beginning to make your way through the hallway, your words were surely made clear. gross. he didn’t know how that made him feel, yet a hot feeling began to consume his insides at the thought you’d offered into his mind, one that tugged at his heart — a feeling he disliked. one that pissed him off. he’d remained quiet in place, mouth slightly hung open as he watched you skip off all innocently. yet the pounding in both his chest and head was one that he couldn’t stay quiet about.
“you idiot .. y/n, wait up.”
# kai monteago
kai is the biggest secret dating troupe ever .. do you hear me. hello. guys. please hello!!!
kai — who shouldn’t have a partner to begin with. his fans are .. pretty obsessive to say the least, and getting a partner would totally make him lose popularity! therefor, when he met you, despite how desperately he wanted to show you off to the world, he was pestered until he finally agreed to keep it silent. his conflicting feelings though, were ones he never shut up about.
“… kaaaai,” you muttered, stretching out your body in attempts to free yourself from his tight grasp. it didn’t work. he clung to you harder, wet lips pressing against your cheek and lips time after time. this drew a giggle from your lips, turning your head to the side so you’d have the opportunity to speak.
though, kai spoke first.
“babyyyyy! i couldn’t kiss you aaaall day! let me have this!” a dramatic whine arose from him, burying his head into the crook of your neck with a huff. a sigh left your throat as you placed your head atop his own, rubbing his back with your hand.
“.. you’re such a baby, kai.”
# wolfgang akire
im not really sure but maybe arranged marriage ?? the idea of the uncomfortable, awkward feeling of marrying someone who you don’t know, yet wolfgangs display of kindness and tender actions despite the situation slowly causing you two to form a sweet bond. things like cooking you breakfast every morning no matter how early he’d have to wake up, buying you little gifts and treating you even though he doesnt need to.
sitting across from wolfgang, you kept your eyes on the food. an awkward silence always lingered whenever the two of you shared a meal together, yet slowly but surely, its been getting lighter.
“did you enjoy the breakfast id made you this morning?” his words came off in a gentle tone, interrupting the silence between the two of you. lifting your head, your eyes immediately met his eyes. eyes that were already staring at your own, and had probably been for awhile now.
taking a moment to respond, you nodded with a smile. “yeah, thank you, i really like strawberries.” you’d hummed a cheery response. he gave a smile in exchange to your last comment.
“is that so? i’ll try to include them in more of your meals then.”
a kind offer, but you shook your head. “.. ah, you don’t have to make me meals. you wake up really early for it. i do appreciate it a lot but—“
he cut you off with a shake of his own head.
“no need, you’re my spouse, its the least i could do.”
@ feinyan
#danganronpa#fanganronpa#p:eg#project eden's garden#project edens garden#damon maitsu#damon maitsu x reader#damon maitsu headcanons#kai monteago#kai monteago x reader#wolfgang akire#wolfgang akire x reader#wolfgang akire headcanons#kai monteago headcanons#writing#dr
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this is actually kinda funny because my mum is talking to me about therapy just as im editing this post 😭
ahhh they're not deep enough oml
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do yk if i order a box cutter from amazon would the packaging say "sharp objects"? bc my mum knows i sh so if theres an order with my name and sharp objects inside id get a lecture 😪 should i just order eyebrow razors (i've been yapping about plucking my eyebrows for days now so it links up iguess) so its less obvious!? TIPS PLS.
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nightmare blunt rotation . some fun little bits under the cut
Fox’s mullet is purely because he’s heard that people look down on the style. he’s never even met people who do. he didn’t even hear this himself, it was a long game of telephone. he doesn’t care at all about it and other troopers tend to care for it for him. he could go half bald overnight and wouldn’t give a damn. that beard keeps showing up like a possessed item no matter what he does. don’t point out his red roots if you can see them, his day is always going bad enough.
Thorn shares this “everything grows too fast and im too big” problem with Neyo bc I made them actual batchmates (made thorn’s number be 8820). by too fast I mean he could shave his hair close to his scalp and will have a fro by week 2 and the current style by week 4. also I was trying to figure out how his hair would even look bc of Temuera’s own hair looking like it grows out like mine more than down but I gave up. he’s got a rose pin in the back btw and it’s evil.
Stone is far from the “camera” and all tense bc he’s shy. well no he’s not shy in the usual sense, he just hates photos of himself and doesn’t like when he remembers he has a body that people can observe bc that’s straight up attempted murder. and I say blind I mean “can’t really make out objects/colors/sounds at all” rather than straight up seeing/hearing nothing. guess who uses this for evil? NOBODY. because we all love him and haters will be reincarnated as deer ticks.
Thire is close up because he uses his aberrations (when he’s not obsessively hiding/denying them) to get what he and his brothers want from rich married people, surely this has no negative consequence on his sense of self. you wish you were perfect like him, and getting everything you want. he can just tell. like fox (in many ways that upset everybody) in the sense that you shouldnt point out his different hair color. you dont know how badly it pisses me off that my characterization of him fits a few LDR songs.
#hmmm. I’ve been giving thire lots of attention lately…. (looks at the docs and ignores the 13 WIPS I’ve yet to complete)#commander fox#commander thorn#commander stone#commander thire#freshly promoted here! he really stood no chance huh#star wars#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#sw#tcw#sw tcw#my art#scor art
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under the cut is a collection of rift apart headcanons because... i vomited them all over my twitter, and i need a place to store them properly. thank you especially to the two ✌️ porn bots for liking my tweets
a prelude to one of my unfinished RAC stories came to me in a dream last night, and it made me want to impart all the thoughts i've never shared. so im gonna post some RAC rift apart headcanons in a disorderly manner. please ignore me or praise my big brain, either way
captain quantum was originally a politician, and had previously served as galactic president (like captain qwark did). quantum ran against a robot with the designation NF-9661 who'd later be known as emperor nefarious. NF-9661 won against quantum due to electoral fraud, which quantum unwillingly played a part in. quantum formed the resistance a few years later when nefarious' presidential term morphed into a dictatorship. it was only when he joined the pirates on ardolis that he became "captain" quantum
rivet was born a year or two before the emperor’s come-to-power, and never got to experience (or at least remember) life before the empire. rivet worked with the morts (or moreso helped where she could) at the gelatonium factory from the age of 12, and became a gelatonium delivery driver at 16. rivet had heard of the resistance as a child, and pledged to join when she was old enough. she joined the resistance quite young at the age of 18, and lost her arm early into her integration at 20. i like to think that rivet is around 28 during the events of RA.
RA mentions that nefarious city was constructed ten years prior to the game, but, to me, it doesn’t necessarily mean that corson v’s subjugation was the beginning of the emperor’s reign. i think he gained control of the system many years prior, and lasted a good twenty-something years as emperor all up.
it makes sense that the emperor’s backstory would mirror dr nefarious’ where he was originally an organic lifeform… but i often like to take the road less traveled
without going into too much detail (to keep things vague and mysterious incase i use this in a story) the emperor was originally born as a service robot. by service i mean he was a robot designed to do a specific (mundane) job. he looked exactly like the other robots in his assembly line. think “mr klink” from the RAC comics. it was only until later when he became emperor that he was able to undergo major modifications to make him appear as he does in RA
emperor nefarious’ assistant (F-44) was originally the assistant to the CEO that owned the company that manufactured the service robots until he mysteriously died...
i don’t have any theories about how rivet came to be, or about her parents, etc. because i feel (or rather hope) that we’ll get that info in the next game haha (fingies crossed)
i’ll happily sit here and make shit up about the emperor’s past because he’s gone, and i doubt we’ll get to hear about his backstory… and ya know what, if we do, i’m… i’ll print out this tweet and eat it
that was a threat. less to insomniac and more to my delicate gut flora
#ratchet and clank#rift apart#rivet#emperor nefarious#i had some more but i have a job and work in the a.m.#booooo
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ONYX STORM SPOILERS
onyx storm spoilers under the cut you have been warned
okay so obviously there are a lot of theories on who the "new" brother could be. here are the criteria for the candidates:
knew all 5 months (key words: stumble and fall)
is the last person X would ever expect to turn
is missing at the end
someone who feels like they arent given enough (the basis reason as to why someone turns venin)
the candidates:
Garrick
Bodhi
Aaric
Ridoc
Sawyer
Dain
all 6 are 'absent' in the final chapter, or are simply not mentioned/seen by violet
Garrick
garrick being the new brother makes the most sense to me and is the person im leaning towards the MOST
first, he has known for all 5 months
is noted to be missing when Imogen asks Brennan at the end
has 2 signets, so at first people think he doesnt feel the need to be need more
HOWEVER
at the end of I chapter, when he walks away and she asks where he is going, he says he needs to figure something out to help and how he only has enough energy to go to Aretia but not back (nearing burnout)
a lot of people said he was channeling in the tower, but it said the landing below, so i believe a venin was attempting to drain the tower and G got them out of there in time
technically, he was the one (between him and B) who was watching watching X stumble & fall because HE would go with X when X had to go away to get rid of the red rings
saw someone say he hates venin and X read that intention, which makes sense for the 'last person id expect to turn' line
Bodhi
i promise im not biassed bc i dont want it to be him
he has known for all 5 months
technically, he wasnt watching X stumble and fall bc he was at school
he says he only has one signet, but he could be hiding (doesnt know X has 2, only V knows)
is against being X's heir, and wants to fight ('doesn't have enough')
is seen on hands and knees in I chapter, a lot of people think he was channeling
i think he was nearing burnout bc he might've mainfested
theory: he manifested storm wielding and was the one killing the storms, not Theophanie
but why is he not duke, why would X marry V?
X has been HINTING at marriage all throughout OS, it was very obvious
i think he decided to do it bc B was so against being the heir
B might be V's consort in X's absence
marriage to protect V's actions (i.e. knowing X was venin and to give her power politically as she is only a cadet)
i think he is recovering bc Cuir is gravely injured (hole in wing & deep chest laceration)
theory: X's chapter starts when G gets I & Q out of the tower, so realisitically only G could get to X in that timespan since X is south and they are in the town square (more north) bc X is OUTSIDE the city
Ridoc
didn't know all 5 months
didnt watch X stumble & fall
not seen at end but is prob there
eliminated
Sawyer
same reasons as Ridoc
eliminated
Dain
is seen fighting a wyvern w Cath by X's shadows
eliminated
Aaric
its unknown how long he's known, he could have known all 5 months bc of his signet
not said how long ago he manifested
last person X would expect to turn -> he's royalty, duh
is seen going south w his dragon
X is SOUTH on the cliffs
one of my favorite theories on who it could be
literally could have SEEN X stumble and fall
theory: he brought the dragon eggs to the isle's for an army
"Has Aaric manifested?" constant line in the book...
before RY said to look at whos missing, I thought it was Brennan because he's kinda guiding V to look at the ring and testing her memory, i think he def knows smth!
#bodhi durran#aaric graycastle#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#garrick tavis#onyx storm#onyx storm spoilers#iron flame#fourth wing#the empyrean#rebecca yarros
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Okay despite me putting naady through the wringer im very defensive about her and her wretchedness so please be niceys because im she's very vulnerable here okay tyyy 🫶
Karlach confrontation under the cut
A sharp cackle pierced the air over the campfire. Naadja had made some crude joke about the ironhand gnomes having more use as footstools than vigilantes after their bout at Moonrise. Astarion chuckled along to her rantings, paying little mind to the tiefling who was seething in her rage. That is, until she spoke up.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Karlach's confronting tone cut through the air like a knife. When she was met with silence, she continued.
“Seriously, Naadja. What is your fucking problem? You clearly have one, but you don't tell us anything about yourself when we've told you everything.”
“Well, I had better head to bed. Beauty sleep and all that.” Astarion dismissed himself, earning a harsh glower from Naadja.
Once he had gotten out of earshot, Naadja turned her attention to Karlach. “What exactly are you hoping to hear?”
“Something! Anything that'll make you make sense. You're so cruel and vile but I know you have to have something worth giving a fuck about because everyone here seems to care. I thought I cared about you too but I don't see it anymore.”
Naadja's fists balled her robes. She swallowed the burning bile that had risen in her throat at Karlach's words. “And what is that supposed to accomplish? If you don't care then fine. But it's pointless to try and pull some sob story from me if you've made up your mind.”
Karlach's voice lowered. “I want to hope that you're wrong. I want to see the good in you. Gods know I do. When I see you, I think of how you selflessly saved those tieflings twice over. I think about the good you've done and it's all a wash when you open your mouth.”
“Okay, okay I get it.” Naadja's eyes shifted away. She turned inward to avoid the scrutinizing, fiery gaze of Karlach.
“Do you? Or are you just telling me what I want to hear so I leave you alone? Because the more you push me away, that's exactly how you'll end up. Alone.”
“Don't say that.” Her ears dropped at the thought. Karlach was pushing buttons she'd left untouched for a long, long time.
“Why not? You need to hear it.”
“Because I can't be good! I've tried! And it got me nothing!”
“That's not enough, Naadja.”
“What do you want then? I'm too good for the drow and too vile for you. Where does that leave me? I'm sorry I didn't live up to your impossible standards, Karlach but this is who I am.” Naadja's hands pointed to her chest before wrapping around herself.
“I need to see change,” Karlach said, exasperated. “I can't just listen to empty promises and bullshit excuses.”
“You wanted an excuse! You want me to defend myself when I never asked your opinion. If you lived the way I had, you'd understand.”
“I lived in the actual fucking hells and I still don't understand you. Because you never tell me. Because you don't want to be understood! You put up this big wall between yourself and anything real and live in some fantasy where as long as it's you doing it, it's okay. But it isn't. You're a nightmare.”
“No one taught me to be good, Karlach. I still tried. The only reason I'm here is because I tried so hard to be a good person. But it just doesn't work for me.”
“Don't feed me that bullshit. You do know. And you're like this anyway, which is what makes you so fucking infuriating.”
Naadja's eyes remained firmly on the ground. “... okay. I'm sorry.”
“I don't want your sorries. I want you to stop fucking up and apologizing like that fixes anything.”
“Then you're never going to get what you want.”
“Naadja, listen to me. If you give half a fuck about being the kind of person you think deserves love, you'll try and try again to be better. Until I see something, don't look at me, don't speak to me. I am not going to play your twisted games anymore.”
Naadja didn't speak after that.
#still traumatized from two people commenting that they hated her 🫶#so i made her WORSE#anyway she is different after this in act 3 its why she's nice to yenna and starts making compassionate choices#but ends up in Menzobarranzan to be evil on main because she has enablers🫶#naadja duskryn#oc lore#drabble#BLEGH
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#ignore this ignore it#theres nothing in the tags its literally digital air#ladadeeda dadodidodaaaaa#that should be enough space#yeah yeah cringe wailing on main because im stressed#sue me#but im just#so fucking tired#nothing i do is ever good enough for anyone and yet#theyre still there expecting and being disappointed and#cutting into me because im not doing enough#but neither the fuck are they#there are countless things i could snap at them about#but i dont because thats not right#but they dont care how they make ME feel#make me want to end everything while acting like their the ones who are hurt#for fucks sake just tell me how to make you happy#for one goddamn minute#because i dont know and im sick of trying#to figure it out and being met with that same attitude of#youre not giving enough effort#youre not doing enough#im hurt but i never give a fuck about how you feel#because youre just fine#no im not fine#im fucking numb because if im not numb then im going to explode#and i cant do that#so i persist and hate existing a little more each time
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Zionists want you to conflate Judaism and Zionism. Zionists want you to believe that Judaism cannot exist without Zionism and that all Jews are Zionists. Zionism would have Jews believe that a Jewish state is the only way that they can be safe from antisemitism and will point to any instance of antisemitism as proof that Zionism is the solution- so Zionism wants gentiles to be antisemitic in their support of Palestine. They want you to conflate all Jews with Zionism and the state of Israel, and they want you to treat all Jews regardless of political affiliation as the face of Israel. Antizionist Jews exist, and incidences of antisemitism ostensibly acting against Zionism will not help dismantle the forces propping Zionism up.
Don't do their work for them.
#red rambles#viva palestina#antizionism#i haven't actually seen a lot of antisemitism personally. not recently anyway. but that's more a feature of me not following antisemites#i DO however see a lot of people talking about the people they're seeing throw their support behind antisemites using palestine#as an excuse to conflate all jews with israel#and i cannot stress enough that that is literally what israel and zionist forces abroad WANT.#i am jewish. my entire family is jewish. i want to see palestine free. and i have SEEN how the jewish community gets conflated with israel#both from the inside and out#and i am dead serious when i say that every time someone is antisemitic it strengthens the conviction from people abroad#that it's a terrible sad situation but there's 'no other choice'#if you're being antisemitic you are doing the enemy's work for them. Stop it.#like... look. i am putting this in the tags bc im talking in the tags but i mean this. I do not give a single flying fuck if you personally#are a giant raging antisemite at the moment. Your personal beliefs are your problem and not mine. I do not fucking care. But if you are#being openly and loudly antisemitic *in your support of palestine* you are absolutely not fucking helping. I am so dead serious right now#if you want to raise awareness and you're being antisemitic because of deep held beliefs or whatever i want you to look around and read the#fucking room. Do you understand how much of Israel's international support comes from the idea that they are the only country where jews ar#safe from antisemitism? do you see how every time palestine comes up people point at incidences of antisemitism in anti-genocide actions to#discredit the entire movement? do you not understand how your actions are cutting the movement down at the knees?#i'm jewish and proud of it. i don't like antisemitism. but there's a genocide on and i'd rather work against it than quibble over who i#work alongside. i dont fucking care. you can be as antisemitic as you like in private. stop fucking the movement up.#there are bigger things to worry about here. if i can put aside my own concerns as to who i'm talking to you can hold your tongue#and fight the good fight instead of handing weapons to the people who are trying to fucking flatten gaza.
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taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.
#let the record show i think love was there. do I personally perceive it as romantic / sexual? no.#mythal's perception of love & care is warped in and of itself#i think they loved each other. but she loved what she could take from him and what he could give in terms of service#not because she was romantically into him#also i wish we knew more about her & elgar'nan. her regret prison form says she holds no love for him anymore#and it makes me wonder when that love soured. was it when she was blighted? before that? was that love also born of duty and companionship?#this is the last post i'm gonna make ab this i think#bc i believe people are too caught up in the modern western ideas of love as thing we give solely to our romantic partners#and we literally have a character go ”our perception is warped bc of the age we live in” and some of you are still being purposefully obtuse#and i think trick saying it's up to interpretation is basically admitting EA had them dumb down the game anyway#if everything ab the rise and fall of the evanuris in game#was condensed to five 2min cutscenes it says enough that whatever the writers wanted#was swiftly cut down by corporate dept. basically saying it's in the fans' court now#also bc it's an easy cop out around new players & non solasmancers who are indifferent ab him / dislike him#as a way to appeal thru a more sympathetic lense of look!! he loved and was led astray#not to mention the clear justinia / leliana parallels#and leliana gets angry if you imply she was romantically involved / in love w justinia#and the romance descr when you remake your inq saying the dread wolf could not predict what it would mean to fall IN LOVE#implying he had never fallen in love before or at the very least experienced a romantic love#also him saying drinking from the well would make you a slave and he gets really upset#yet ive seen takes of ”hes doing this for her cus he dgaf ab lavellan” ?? he got mythal killed when he told her ab the blight#whatever feelings of admiration he had for her have rotted. he is literally burdened by his mistakes and his choice in joining her#i feel like if i were a spirit bound and twisted into a weapon i would need my creator to tell me i am Free. i would need that closure#like when cole says its not abuse to bind him if he asks and solas said thats not always true???#if you perceive her interaction w him in vg third act as#anything more than the way justinia released leliana in inq then im sorry maybe youre just obtuse#solavellan#mythal#dragon age meta
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i adore ur engie having a chord tail so re: requests how does spy feel about/interact with it
he'd mostly think it's endearing, part of Dell's silly charm. sort of like when you see a puppy
sometimes Dell uses it to get Spy' attention, or to make sure he's still with him and Spy sometimes uses it to make sure Dell doesn't impulse buy a set of power drills or a tablesaw
though, no matter how much spy thinks the tail is cute, he knows it was designed out a desperation.
things rarely go without complications when dealing with amputation and prostetics - things like phantom pain or conectivity issues and basically an every day issue Dell will be forever insecure about the fact he can't just engineer it all away, he definitely regrets cutting half his arm off.
so he designed the tail as a way to counter his weakness. but what if Dell doesn't just stop at the tail? what if he tries to mess with his anatomy further? what if he ends up doing something that irreversably destroys his body? sure he's an engineer, but not a medical proffesional.
what if the pain becomes unbearable for Dell though? what if further modifications are necessary for him to live in peace? will Dell know when to stop? Will Spy know when to draw the line? when to put his foot down?
what if Dell loses himself to the idea that he can elliminate all that is wrong with him with mods like this? what if this is just the beginning?
for now it's probably fine. probably
#ummmm#i kinda blacked out at the end there#my bad#anyways waouw look at this cute engiespy guys what no theres nothing under the cut dont worry#tf2#tf2 fanart#doodle dump#engineer tf2#spy tf2#engiespy#gunslinger#chord tail#practical espionage#napoleon complex#it's kinde cringe because its hashtag deep and angsty#but i just like the theme of losing yourself to the fascination of upgrading yourself to the point of no return#like when do you stop being human you know#or when do you draw the line of “i'm at my best” and “this is enough for me”#or do you not draw one at all and do you strive for perfection#something something theme of flesh weak machine stronk#anyways im gonna go grab some food because i forgot to eat all day cus i got a little fixated on this idea#have fun#also snail i made all this angst just fir you because you seem like the type of person to like angst#also no beta we die like men
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making a new post bc the other one is pretty bulky, im about to be severely overdrafted when i pay my rent in a few days and i really really really cant let that happen :( pls if you have anything to spare i'd appreciate it, im in the process of finding a new job because my current one refuses to give me hours. im transmasc and i dont have a car so finding a job has been difficult but im doing everything i can to make ends meet. even just spreading this around helps
pp: paypal.me/bewearrr
vnm: tobias_leviathan
thank you 🥺💕
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#ive been rejected from multiple jobs simply because I don't have a car. even the ones i dont need to travel for#i have drivers license and a bus route but thats not good enough#its not like i even tell them i dont have a car either like they Find Out or theres some situation where i have to disclose that info#which feels illegal but whatever#anyways i am so fucking hopeless for the future im so terrified idk how im gonna pay my bills next month#ive tried asking for more hours at my current job but they dont care!!!! they dont fucking care!!!!!#idk how i went from having full time hours to working one day a week so suddenly but i hate it#and the worst part is theyre really guilt trippy about it and the managers are constantly talking abt it in the group chat#like they have all these extreme standards they only give you hours if you go way above and beyond in every aspect#even my good coworkers have been getting their hours cut#like even the IMPORTANT people arent getting hours#its fucked up!!!! never ever ever work for sheetz its a fucking nightmare#ive signed up for multiple temp agencies and none of them have given me any leads#im working on comms every day but it takes me so long to work on one piece that the process has been slow#im about to apply to work at fucking mcdonalds or something like its THAT bad rn i really dont want to but what other choice do i have
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every time i finish lovm episodes thinking they got about 70% of it honestly better than c1 and that i am willing to actually wait for payoff i log on here and people hate that shit lol
#i dont like every change but those were definitely among the best sets of episodes they released#i really do not care about order of operations or specificity i dont feel like they fucked it up i just think they had to change shit#maybe we should just admit cr's pacing well beyond c3 would not survive a writers cutting room floor and move on#theyre still hitting nearly every emotional beat. thordaks death absolutely stunned me here and in campaign#maybe ive watched enough adaptations to know what adaptation means but it's definitely among the best#maybe im just tired of snooty c1 fans always. *knows m9 fans will be endlessly worse* oh no#also what is with cr fans and having completely utter permanence because. im very confident kash dying. or glintshore not finishing.#or devo'ssa. are very obviously not finished. sometimes waiting is a fun game#van speaks#tlovm spoilers
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the problem with a lot Generic Het Pairings isnt that they’re straight, it’s that the fact that they’re straight-passing means the writers use that as an excuse not to do anything interesting with them because the romantic angle is a given so who’s going to waste time exploring why these two would actually get together
#this is about desmond & lucy btw. to be clear.#THEIR ORIGINAL ‘ROMANCE’ PLAN IS SO BAD AND SHIT AND BORING AND GOD IM GLAD IT NEVER HAPPENED#her dying is also bad and shit BUT. thank god they didnt make her the eve to Repopulate The Human Race With Desmond. that’s so much worse#anyway if they’re going to be together its because they have had the world’s worst life experiences in parallel and need to get through this#together. not just because they are Guy and Lady in the same proximity.#(although im me so if i was writing it i dont even think id go romance endgame im going to qpr them. again. i do this.)#but if it was. in the universe where lucy lives.#it’s desmond who has enough of clay’s memories in his head to Know but who still trusts her. despite it.#she is a traitor and the assassins have good reason not to trust her because of that. but he’s desmond first and an assassin second. and#desmond *trusts* her. she hasn’t earned this. he does anyway. (he is ignoring how much of this is guilt over nearly killing her.)#and it’s lucy who is going to be recovering from that wound for a long time. who has been uncovered as a spy in the meantime while desmond#was in a coma and is having to reexperience the same sudden isolation she did when she was 17 because william miles cuts her off.#they won’t let her die. but they won’t let her be a part of them anymore. and the only reason she even gets to see desmond while he’s out#is because rebecca is Bad at rules and maybe everything lucy ever said to her was a lie but. she deserves to see desmond. if she cared about#him at all for real. and when desmond recovers he doesn’t cut her off too. i think that’s everything. to both of them.#deslucy endgame platonic or romantic to me is them realizing this whole game is being played at their expense and over their heads and they#need to rely on each other. or else they’re not making it out alive. especially if they’re turned on each other again.#i should have an ac tag
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