#domino and chance

[comicsandconstellations]

Was writing cute little fic stuff this morning and then was possessed by the need to draw dramatic Domino art (wasn’t even writing that particular AU) and just blacked out for like three hours.

:)

Anyway, back to writing. Making lots of progress on part two and slowly chugging my way through all my ‘Echo ‘Domino’ AU stuff. Sorry that I keep posting content from an AU you can’t even read yet lol.

[fandomchokehold]

“idk to me Gale is straight” oh really than why is my male tav using his big penis to rearrange the wizard’s guts every other night?

[anxiousapplepie]

No cap, Full Siffrin Party. Og Sif in the middle of timeloops wakes up and finds the roleswaps of himself where his party was and becones more and more deranged as everyone looks like him (and then turns oit to actually BE him).

And then Loop is like: "Stardust.... what the F***?" And then gets unknowningly hit on by Fighter Sif while also learning he and Isa are already bonded while Resercher Sif anyalizes them like some Cryptid. Meanwhile, Sif is currently having another breakdown and is comforted by Cook Sif while Housemaiden Sif is already fast asleep and already over the shock.

Also, every other Sif calls Housemaiden Sif the worst housemaiden in history.

OG Sif waking up in the middle of their loops to find their whole team got switched with weird versions of themself sounds like the start of a comedy skit and I am HERE for that energy! with the added bonus of confusing them so much it almost snaps them out of their timeloop funk GRIEF Loop is gonna have a stroke and a half- one stardust is bad enough! FIVE OF THEM AT ONCE is a recipe for disaster and shenanigans. Loop is going to find new depths to their loathing and also discover new things about themself. in more ways than one. It'd be a complete and utter trainwreck but boy howdy we want to watch the crash in slow motion and maybe blow up the bridge to make the firework show better

[heart-wit-strength]

Assassin mode ⚔️

Taglist: @hey-its-puddlesock @blightcedas @yourpersonaltimebomb @darcysd20 @waybrights @lili250307 @amisplacedalphabet

[clove-pinks]

Domino Effect meme but it goes from "I think I will read Mr Midshipman Easy" to "I love living in the Great Black Swamp!"

[majorasnightmare]

thinking about isobel and ketheric, and my durge and ketheric, and isobel and my durge

like ketheric whos entire personality is centered around being a failed father, dirge who lives solely and exclusively for a father who does not love him, isobel being horribly violated for the sake of fatherly love in the name of a person shell never be again like excuse me this trio of people makes me go insane

ketheric and dirge like!! zealot recognizes zealot, ketheric knows what its like to be devoted wholeheartedly to a god who will discard you and thats explicitly why he has a businesslike relationship with myrkul, who KNOWSSS ketherics heart isnt in it but doesnt care, ketheric who never fully believed in the absolute plan but carried it out nonetheless, ketheric who nonsensically traded the death of the world for his daughters life, who in reality most likely traded his afterlife for isobels life, knowingly condemning himself to never see melodia again, to an eternity of torture at myrkuls hands, just so isobel can breathe again. dirge knowing with perfect clarity his own father would never do that for him. ketheric knowing that kind of hopeless devotion and willful blind ignorance leads to a kind of iron will that makes dirge genuinely dangerous but pitying the poor fool nonetheless because despite dirges clear intelligence and skill, despite his overwhelmingly obvious power, hes shackled to a self destructive idiot whod bite off his own arm just to spite the world who couldnt give a single fuck about dirges mental state or how that affects achieving bhaals OWN goals and fulfilling his OWN desires, because ketheric understands perfectly well a god will be stupid and selfish first and reasonable and measured second. dirge hating ketheric not just for being a wishywashy traitor who cant settle on something to be devoted to, but because ketheric has the shit figured out. its a zero sum game. theres no winning, only different types of losers, and embracing that truth means acknowledging his entire life has been a pointless self destructive waste that will never give him the satisfaction and actualization dirge craves, so its easier and more stable to just interpret ketheric as a coward. except hes going to kill himself for isobel. going to go through hell for her. theres a level of devotion and love and care there that dirge has only experienced once in his life and the memory of it is enough to drive him to madness, but despite it all ketheric IS competent. is level and measured and powerful and capable of looking past his own self interest to the far horizon of victory, is tactical and clever and willing to wade into the fray. so dirge hates, and admires, and envies, and pities, and reflexively seeks out and avoids ketheric in equal measure. wants to carve him up until he finally breaks, screaming for a god that wont hear him as just rewards for his insolence (because dirges loyalty will SURELY be rewarded, loyalty to his god and to his father, certainly), cant stand the idea of working alongside anyone else, hates being around him but hates doing things without him, falling into old habits of depravity just to get away from the cacophany of emotion and the introspection it tries to trigger.

and then ketheric is doing all of this for someone who doesnt really exist. the isobel he wants to revive isnt real. its a version of her thats stripped hollow of the things that make her, HER. he wants an isobel that doesnt love aylin, he wants an isobel that is content to remain in place and be protected by him, where he was the center of her world. he wants an isobel that hasnt existed for over a century. he wants an isobel like he remembers thinking of the days before melodia died. its why despite everything he gives up for her, if ketheric gets his hands on isobel he tadpoles her. the tadpoles are just a convenient tool for cutting away the unnecessary parts of a person, things they dont need and wont want afterwards. isobel mourns the father she had after her mother died, but ketheric wants the isobel she used to be when melodia was still present in their lives. the isobel after melodia died eventually left him for aylin. grew up and became a person outside of their small family and community. had interests and desires and goals that took her away from him. she doesnt need aylin, doesnt need anything besides family. thats whats important, thats whats worth ruining lives over. everything after isobel was just a failed copy, not even worth reminiscing over. everyone beyond isobel doesnt matter. desecrate the family tomb, abuse your son, drag your aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters out from the grave just to see if it works, if it sticks, because the whole world revolves around a little girl who stopped existing long before she died, because she became someone else someone new and left you floundering alone. youll get them back even if it means you burn in hell forever, those few precious moments are worth it, itll all be worth it, its already worth it. kill yourself kill the world because the only god worth dying for is the one found in between poorly scratched letters on a paper rotting from age that say "love you papa, -I T". live every day with the smoke and the rot knowing that your father loved you so much he cant even look at who you are now. live every day knowing its a gift you cant return to a man who doesnt see you, knowing that all youll ever have are ghosts that seek to hollow you out and play pretend with the shell. hes awful. hes horrible. hes a monster. hes your dad and he loves you so much its killing you. will kill you. has killed you. has killed everything you could ever want in your life. hes your dad. he read you stories when you were small. kept you from falling apart when your mother died. your rock in stormy seas. he wants to read you another story. its dark outside. its scary. this story has a happy ending. its just for you. the girl in the picture book has your name but doesnt look like you at all. its written in silver blood. theres an ache that wont leave, a rot that refuses to mend, a scar that wont close, and its all for love

thinking about dirge being the one to drag isobel from her coffin, to bring her back for the sake of sealing a pact that will end the world, going against his entire religion the whole reason for his existence just for the sake of fulfilling his own fathers dreams. children living at the behest of their parents, denied death for their fathers selfish whims. isobel autopsied and opened, layers peeled back. gortash and ketheric never exhumed a body, never prepared it for the grave, never made such an intimate study of death. gortash unwilling to bloody himself unnecessarily, ketheric unwilling to look past the deathmask to see isobels interior, so its dirge, it has to be him, the only one willing to bite down his own desires for the greater good. an unforgivable violation of autonomy, but the only one who thinks of it as such is the scion of the murder god. she cant consent. she cant choose to be apart of this, to sacrifice herself for a cause greater than herself. he has to inflict this upon her. life is suffering and madness and delusion. death is peace, and he is the holy vessel of transition from one state to the other. this? this is blasphemy. she has already fled this horrid blighted world for a better one, and here he is participating in blasphemous ritual. its for the sake of their plan, its for the sake of enacting his fathers dreams (as all children know, you are naught but a vessel to achieve the goals they could not in their time), but she cannot even take glory in the knowledge of her sacrifice, cannot even know she is a sacrifice until its too late to go back. carves open and peels back the picturesque skin, preserved by gloom and arid darkness and sealed stone to keep away the rot. peeling away the mask of Isobel Thorm to see the visceral rotting insides of a person ketheric cant stand to see.

clearing away the ruin and decay so something new can take its place. corpses are objects fled of souls, no longer a person, no longer anything and thus free to toy and play with as boredom and curiosity desires, but this is not a thing. this will again be a person, a vessel to trap someone inside of, to force them to suffer and persist and delude and live and he cant even ask if shell do it. do it to help him break the world and put an end to this madness forever. cant convince her of the rightousness of it, the necessity of it, cant help but use her for it. to gortash she is a token exchanged for power, to ketheric she is a snapshot of a better world he wants to go back to, but only here on this dirty bloodstained table with a bhaalspawn elbow deep in her organs is she a person, whos autonomy and personhood is being irrevocably violated. his nature is to free them of these shackles, to snip the cords and revel in the ensuing destruction, and here he is binding her again. the humiliation, the horror, of being set loose from this hellscape only to be brought back. to be dragged, kicking and screaming, back into living. to be subject to such awful blasphemy. here in the dark and the quiet where there is no voice to speak back to him, when there is no rushing blood or beating hearts to call forth his purpose, there and then does armageddons prophet desire forgiveness, only in this shadowed purgatory can someone truly see. when all the world lies dead at my feet, i will beg forgiveness from no one but you. lamb on the altar, holy blood, if such desecration was not necessary for the cleansing of suffering, i would never deign to subject you to it. to you alone do i tender my apologies, my blessed father may forgive this sin in light of the retribution it will call forth, but cruel fate has chosen you without your knowledge to bear this disgusting violation, and the only salve i can offer is that, gods willing, you will not suffer long. to live in a world that could give rise to something like me is a torture i would not wish upon anyone, and for the sake of my father i inflict it upon you nonetheless. when you rise, my only thoughts will be of murder, holy and pure. but here in the dark, when you are at peace and i am not, i think of you, and what youd want, and how no one would ever, COULD ever, ask for what i do to you here. here in the quiet i breathlessly whisper a prayer meant only for your ears, a second sin i cannot stop myself from committing, here where you cannot hear me but God surely can, a wish that i will surely pay for dearly, a punishment i endure willingly and without complaint, a smallest fraction of the torment i knowingly inflict upon you. i live, and soon so shall you, and for that, i will never know peace.

im so sorry. i did it for love

[surpriserose]

“If game of thrones fans blamed male characters for their mistakes the way they blame female characters we would all be saying hoster tully caused the war of the five kings,” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off, when a voice speaks and commands silence in the room.

"He’s right,” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. there in the fifth row stands: george rr martin

[vladstocker]

[obstinaterixatrix]

was telling sister about work gossip where I was trying to get A to talk to B before making a Specific Decision, while very gently implying that I thought it was a decision that needed more time, and until yesterday I THOUGHT I set it up so that A would definitely talk to B beforehand and was in fact TELLING an ex-coworker 'yeah I don't think it'll go well if this happens but I think I set it up so it won't' and AFTER THAT CONVO. I GOT A TEXT. where A was like 'okay I decided to go through with it!' and I'm just like WHAT THE FUCK MY DOMINOES!!! I SET THEM UP SO METICULOUSLY!!!!! but A's going to talk to B tomorrow so there's still, like, a chance, I'm just. drags hand down face. well it's out of my hands

[milkzfall]

I JUST REALIZED HOW DAMN BAD I AM FOR DEAN DOMINO AND BENNY GECKO. WHY ARE THEY SO- THEY'RE SO GRIMY AND GRUMMY I NEED THEM

[comicsandconstellations]

Some Domino & Chance/ Echo & Emerie art.

If you saw my full armour break downs for these designs (and possibly read my caption of Chance’s) you’ll know I have some opinions on the customised under-suits, so I thought I’d draw them. Domino’s suit has modifications for port access to his chest and back, and has accomodations for his legs and arm.

You’ll notice there is a second variation in the close up of the two, because I did a version with Echo’s headset on because I feel he looks wrong without it. I chose to leave it off in the main version because I also have Emerie’s hair down and Echo’s legs detached so I wanted so showcase this very casual, post mission look.

A lot of the scenes I have written of these two are either super action packed or getting takeout and having really emotionally in-depth discussions. So have both.

Anyway, these are my dorky little AU babies so, once again, my apologies for forcing them onto you over actual cannon/fandom accepted designs.

(Also, thank you for all your love on my recent work. 💕 Love you all.)

[dullahandyke]

Thinking abt metis cykes again. I love her so so dearly shes just like me. I am deeply disinterested in any au where she does not die and I think her image should have been used to torment her loved ones more than it was. I dont think she should have a face

[hotdadlicense]

begging on my hands and knees. if u have a mother's day booking somewhere this weekend please please please be on time and also the most understanding and chill version of urself that you can be. please. it is the busiest and most stressful weekend of the year for pretty much everyone in food services and the weekend we dread the most and we are all trying so so so hard please just don't be fucking Demanding about it. please

[unknownadvisor]

also ur my first tumblr mutual lmao

!! oh my gosh??? ive had i think 3 blogs at this point, but im curious how long you've been on tumblr now.

maybe im just like. friendly on social media? or in general really, to be honest. i tend to just talk a lot. i have 2 mutuals on this blog, and a handful on other social media.

honestly thank you for popping into my ask box and interacting on my blog, it makes me really happy :)

[bugmistake]

my first celebrity crush was jack black and the first trans person i ever (knowingly) met was a magician with platinum blond hair. foundational. foundational texts for being a sillyguy. a whimsical feller.

[windy-dream]

so

hey uhhh but fr the concept of fallen angels existing but risen demons being an impossibility is kind of a great summary of sin in christianity