#don't look at the armor too hard I hate drawing armor

[wolfisblank]

Human design for my favorite woman-liker

[varpusvaras]

Fox is in the middle of decoding a message when Breha runs into the room.

Fox doesn't need to look at her for more than a second to see that she is frightened.

"What is it?" He asks. He is already on his feet before he has gotten all the words out of his mouth. "What's going on?"

"They know", Breha says, and Fox's insides turn to ice.

He is not thinking about the message anymore. He is not thinking about anything he had been doing just a moment before.

The only thing he is thinking about right now is Leia.

Leia, who is sleeping just in the next room over. Breha runs in there, and Fox starts to grab anything that is around him.

Comlink. Weapons. The little clothes the nanny droid has just piled up from the laundry.

He doesn't have the time to pack much more, because Breha is already running back, with blearily blinking Leia in her arms, still wrapped inside her blanket. She gives Fox a look, and Fox leaves everything else and follows her out of the room.

The whole castle is in alarmed by the time they have made it to the main corridor. Sateen is there when they turn towards the hangar.

"Where's Bail?" Fox asks. They don't have any time to spare. They need every second in order to get as far away as possible.

In order to get away at all.

"He's packing up the ship", Sateen says. He joins them as they make their way downstairs. "He sent me to meet up with you. Your armor is already in the ship."

Fox had not even thought about his armor. He had not even touched the entire thing after leaving Coruscant. He had not needed it, not with going through all the treatments and physical therapy, and then focusing on tending to Leia and helping the Rebellion.

He had thought that his days of fighting inside an armor had been long gone.

Leia whines against Breha's shoulder. She is more awake now, and even if she doesn't understand a word any of them are saying, she looks like she understands fully that something is wrong. Her eyes are wide, and she looks scared as she looks at Fox.

Breha wraps her arms tighter around her and shushes her. It makes Leia quiet down, but doesn't make the look in her eyes go away.

For a second, there is an image that forces its way into Fox's mind, of Leia, with that same, scared look on her face, in the arms of someone entirely else, someone cold and dark.

He pushes it away. He would rather die again than let it happen.

Bail is waiting next to the ship when they make it to the bay. It is not one of the ships they usually use, nor is it any of their personal vessels. Fox is fully aware that they had aqcuired one, of an entirely different model and make than all the other ships they were known to use, and seeing it now makes the sitation settle in even further.

"Is everything ready?" Breha asks. Bail nods. He looks too grim, the seriousness casting a deep shadow on his features.

Breha nods as well, and then draws a deep breath. She pulls Leia off of her shoulder, and looks at her for a second, two, three, with a look of grief and finality on her face that Fox hates.

Then she kisses Leia on her forehead, on her cheeks, rapidly, like she is trying to kiss her as many times as possible with one, single breath, and then she turns to Fox.

Without word, she pushes Leia onto Fox's arms.

Somehow, Fox gets even more cold.

"Breha-" he tries to say, but Breha sushes him, and lets go of Leia, in order to reach for Fox now. Her fingers brush up on Fox's face, and she looks at him too, silently, for a couple brief seconds, before she reaches up and presses a hasty kiss on his lips, on his cheeks, everywhere she can reach in her hurry.

"I love you", she says, and then she lets go of Fox too, and turns around and runs back towards the Palace.

"Breha!" Fox calls after her, but then Bail's hand is on his shoulder, gripping it hard.

"Fox", Bail says. His other hand grabs at Fox's arm, and he turns Fox around.

Fox looks up at him.

Bail looks sad.

Fox hates it, too.

He hates it, especially when the understanding dawns on him.

"Bail", Fox says. He is not pleading or begging, no matter how much he wants to. "Do not do this."

Bail looks sad. He shakes his head.

"I'm sorry", he says, and he leans down, and kisses Leia on the forehead. He lets go of Fox's arm, and he cups Fox's face and traces his thumb over Fox's cheek, slowly and carefully, like he is doing it for the last time. "I love you."

"Bail." Fox is pleading, now.

"I'm sorry", Bail says, again, and then he leans to kiss Fox.

Then he steps away, and just like Breha, he turns his back on Fox and Leia, and runs after her.

Fox stands there, staring after them, his entire body freezing cold, his hands gripping onto the blanket around Leia.

"Fox", Sateen says. Fox cannot turn to look at him. "Fox, you need to go, now."

Leia's hand reached out from inside the blanket, and it curls around the collar of Fox's shirt.

Fox rips his eyes away from the receding forms of Breha and Bail, and turns towards the ship.

Without another word, he climbs in, with Leia in his arms.

The door closes after them.

Fox doesn't bother to put Leia down as he sits on the pilot's seat and starts the engine. Leia holds onto him, quietly, as he flies the ship out of the hangar.

She stays quiet as Fox flies the ship out of Alderaan's atmosphere.

Fox holds her closer as the ship jumps into hyperspace.

[roguetonorth]

Fix you

summary: you've been having a hard time dealing with your own thoughts, but your mandalorian lover never fails to kiss it better.

warnings: hurt/comfort, reader and their bad thoughts, fluff, din being a lovey dovey and lots of kissing

pairing: din djarin x reader

word count: 2534k

a/n: this had been sitting on my notes app for a decade and i decided i might as well drop it here idk what it is i was just depressed and yearning

•masterlist•

When your mandalorian noticed it, he had been fully dressed, armor and all. His weapons had been tied up to his holster and he had a flashing puck in his gloved hand, ready for his next hunt. 

you had been sitting on the edge of the little bunk din called a bed, dangling your feet and staring at your hands in your lap in the barely dim light of the hull that crept inside. It was too early for you to be awake, which meant you hadn’t had sleep at all. 

The thought of it is enough to make din’s heart clench and he abandons his helmet on a cargo box and walks over to where you were, kneeling between your knees and looking up to study your face. Still, you don't acknowledge him at all, so he places a hand on your calf.  

“cyar’ika,” he calls you softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “It’s too early yet.” din tells you, pure concern evident in his voice. you quietly hum in response, gaze avoidant of his pleading one.  

Din drops his head to rest against your thigh and he stays there with you for a few moments, waiting for you to say something. When you don’t, you hear his defeated sigh as he gets up and leaves you with a little kiss to your hairline, ascending to the cockpit. 

When your mandalorian comes back, he sees the door of the bunk shut and no sign of you nearby. The only tell that you’re still in the ship is the small sniffle he hears coming from inside. That’s when he decided he wasn’t going to leave you today. 

but still, as the day went by it’s like he had. 

You’d swallow hard, hands fumbling meaninglessly by the pages of your little journal or with your belongings— literally anything that kept you busy and distracted from your own mind.

You didn't snap, you didn't stomp feet around, you didn't do anything at all. But din knew. He knew the way your eyes locked on inanimate things but didn't actually see it, the same fog that blurred your mind seeming to creep into your sight as you busied yourself with mild tasks on autopilot. 

The silence on the ship is ever too loud without your jokes and giggles and your mandalorian is way too helpless without your stolen glances and little touches. He hated seeing you like this, wandering around and avoiding his gaze constantly yet just out of instinct, locking yourself in your mind and hiding your watery eyes from him.  But you were aware that he knew, aware of his confused glances dancing over your figure all day. 

the sun had been down for a few hours now, and you caught din’s ever so expressive eyes on you again through the fresher’s small mirror. But this time, you don't draw your eyes away from him or from the small sweet smile he held for you and for you only.

You were almost caught off guard when he actually acted on his thoughts, his arms coming to cross over your torso and pulling your back flush against his chest. 

He doesn't say anything, just holds you close in his firm grasp with so much tenderness like he knew he was the only thing that held the pieces of you together. 

You don't dare to meet his eyes again in the mirror in front of you, your gaze falling to watch his arms folded over your stomach in a protective and comforting manner. 

It takes everything to let your eyes truly meet his chocolate gaze, because you know he'll read right through them just as you can see through his. But all you find in them is worry, care draped with love, the softness he holds you with dripping from them and bleeding comfort  onto your skin. 

The notch on his brow disappears the slightest as he welcomes your gaze on his. 

"Hey,," Din says softly. 

So softly that it would have ripped the pent up pain you trapped in your chest for so long now. Your heart aches as you let yourself weigh on him, his stubble tickling softly your shoulder when you reply in a cracked voice that doesn't even sound like yourself, "Hi." 

He keeps your eyes in the mirror, squeezing your waist even tighter. There's a questioning flick in his gaze, you notice, the same one he sustained all day, he wants to know what's happening. But more than that there is understanding as he just stays there, his breath fanning over your cold skin as you bask in his warmth despite the forming lump in your throat the longer you look in his eyes. You tear your gaze away from his, your vision blurring with tears you refuse to set free. 

Din lets out a sigh, not one of annoyance but one of uttermost care, the pain you drown yourself in drowning him too. And that only added to said pain, because you didn't  want to drag din to the dark pit you were in, specially because you didn't even know what caused this. You hardly thought there was a reason to. 

But din didn't care, your din didn't care even if that meant you needed distance from him. All he cared about was that you were okay. 

He watches you in the mirror, ever the most beautiful thing he'd seen even as a stray tear rolls down to stain your shirt, letting his hold on you loose a bit as he presses a quick and tender kiss to the nape of your neck. 

"Do you want me to leave?" He asks with a soft whisper. 

You suck in a breath, hands desperately pressing his arms back into place as a hurried "No." leaves your lips. You knew there was no point on pushing him away

Din smiles a little, tightening his grasp on you again and making you feel safe in the way only he could, "Okay." 

He lets his eyes flutter closed as he sees you do the same, nudging his nose in your hair and breathing you in as if you were the first oxygen molecule he'd had in days. He never lets go of you, not even as your breaths even out and you try to reach for his face over your shoulder, he'd never let go of you until you told him to. He looks over at you as he drops his face to yours, the crevice of his nose dovetailed with yours, a cracked smile of yours stealing his heart despite your heavy eyelids and set jaw. 

"Do you want to talk?" He asks unsurely, not wanting to push you but extremely eager to help you feel better.

You only shake your head no, your heart sinking upon denying his tender offer. And he waits again, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he waits for you to open up in your own time. 

"I just," you sigh loudly, tired of your own bullshit and asking yourself how wasn't he, how and why the hell was he still with you here, "I just need to stop thinking." 

"It's okay," he murmurs right below your ear, his eyes meeting yours with the same warm, welcome and home-like gaze, "I've got you." Din holds you a little tighter, almost swaying with you in his arms in a comforting motion. 

You let yourself sink on him. drown in his scent and in his soft hold, ignoring the fact that you don't deserve this, that you don't deserve him and actually allowing yourself to accept the care it pained him not to give it to you. 

"I want to help you, cyare." He says, the concern still as present in his voice and eyes as you turn around to face him, his hands rubbing soothingly on your back. 

You close your eyes shut, nodding with your face buried in his neck. He smells like musk, spice and something sweet impossibly and uniquely like him. the haze his strong adoration and love inflicts upon you is like a sedative, working so easily into your chaotic mind that you feel like you’re asleep in his arms.

You barely acknowledge him bringing you to the cot and laying you down gently on your shared bed, complying eagerly on holding onto you once again as you make grabby hands motion to him. 

he lays down on you, his weight like a rock pining you in place under his care and his love. His arms are on your back, under your shirt warming your skin. His nose tracing your jawline, his brow furrowed like he'd break his own heart to fix yours. Maker knows he would do it without giving it a thought.

You just let him drown on you, your hand cradling his hair and toying with his curls and you can't help but to smile softly like he always caused you to. 

Din's heart skips a beat as he sees your smile for the first time today, and it only spurs him on as he starts pressing soft butterfly kisses on your neck. 

You release a soft breath, almost like a giggle when he sticks to a little spot below your jaw, softly kissing tenderly one more of his promises onto your skin, one that he'd always care for you in every way he could. 

It tugs your heart lighter and a small smile crosses your lips, "what are you doing?" 

din smiles too, parting from the crook of your neck to look at your eyes, "i miss your smile cyar'ika," 

Though you do hold a smile for him right now, you feel bad for the way you pushed yourself away from him, building an emotional barrier between the two of you for practically the whole day. 

"I'm sorry," you begin, drawing your eyes away from his, "i shouldn't have shut you out like that, I— I'm, I'm sorry, i—" 

"Hey," he cuts you off gently, his call barely a whisper, "it's okay, we're okay." din reassures you, shifting from your side to hover over you, the broad expanse of his shoulders blocking part of the light coming from the little panel by the door. "I understand that you need space, I'm not upset," the sound of his voice caresses your heart and soothes your mind, especially when he leans in to press a kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, "just want you to be okay.” 

You heart warms up in your chest because you know every word din says is whole heartdly meant.

"I know." The tone of your voice is still a little dull from spending so much time without saying anything and it does nothing to convey the immense gratitude you feel for din.

Din, the man who would go across the galaxy out of his way to buy you mundane little things you liked or wanted  without you even asking. Din, the mandalorian bounty hunter who'd slaughter anywone who dared to look at you the wrong way but still would turn himself to a puddle just from seeing you smile or hearing your voice. Din, who gave you everything he had and everything he is, yet would never ask for anything in return.

The metal door you stare at turns blurry and you reach your arms out around dins neck, squeezing him closer as if you wanted him to merge into your form more than humanly possible. He basks in your action, letting out a content sigh and sneaking a hand up your back, fingers grazing up your spine to slip into the back of your neck and into your hair.

You lean onto his touch, unable to focus on anything else but din and the soft scratch of his stubble on your skin as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

The smile you hold for him grows a bit wider as his lips ghost a gentle peck over yours, sweet and soft like a silky warm blanket that could keep you warm even in the coldest planet in the galaxy. Din kisses you again, but this time his lips move against yours tenderly and achingly slow. It brings back the butterflies that dance in your stomach and wander over to heat your cheeks like it happens everytime din kisses you like this.

You reach a hand to touch his cheek, encouraging him to deepen the kiss as you do part your lips for him as well. You sigh into his mouth as you feel his tongue slide against yours and his limbs tangled with yours weigh on your more heavily. You kiss him deeply and passionately, moving your hands to splay over his soft curls and over his back.

The only second you and din part from each other is when he moves you, pulling your waist flush against his and sliding his hand over the length of your leg to urge your to wrap it around him.

And then he's back on you, kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. And he does it so tenderly, you almost believe if you part from him ever again even for a second you'll die. 

Din's movements grow hungrier but he stays soft and slow, lips nothing but gentle bliss against yours breathing in your small sighs and hums along with his own. You release a giggle between kisses, which causes din to stop and look at you with wide, warm brown eyes.

"What?" He asks, mirroring your own smile as some of his mussed curls fall over his forehead to make him look even cuter and you giggle again.

"You make me happy," you tell him, not bothered at all by the simplicity of the confession since the feeling is genuine as it can be, "Especially when you start doing this."

din's eyes lit up and his small smile grows smug, "doing what?" you can hear the teasing in his voice he drapes with innocence and you can even feel it as his mouth meets your again, tongue licking into yours like he needed you more than he needed oxygen, "this?"

the last word comes muffled by your kiss, and you don't stop him even as you smile into it, only giving in for a little while longer to feel his careful haze to be enveloped in the love of the man the galaxy gifted you with.

As the both of you comply into your need to breathe, Din's forehead falls to rest against yours and his heavy breaths fall over your lips and you know he's in tune with you and always will be.

You hum contently against his lips as he presses a final, slow and soft kiss to yours, sealing the promise that despite it all he'll be there to fix you.

And even if he's not able to, he'll still want you, broken pieces and all.

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[anonymouscheeses]

Big fckn redesigns here. Well mostly Charlie but Vaggie somewhat too 🥰🥰

Blue fits Charlie soooo much and I cease to see that many redesigns with this color. I still want red to be used in most of their designs because well. They are in hell, but not too present so to make way for other unique colors. Charlie has several physical traits from her parents but also she has some details in her clothes that match with them. When I uhh, introduce their designs you'll see lmao. I also tried to make her have a more roundish design, I jst LOVE those typ of designs omg. I just want the characters with not too many sharp corners pls Viv bro... 😔 oh yeah she's mixed cuz her mom's are darker in their redesigns. Alot of their genetics went down to Charlie so she doesn't look like an exact copy of Lucifer, I kind of hate that trend with hh and hb characters, like did the moxxies dad give birth to him bro 😭 also I kept her bow because it looks so cute and silly on her it just fits, I wish they made it bigger in her show design because it would fit her silliness so much. She has a cape with stars because morningSTAR smh why didnt they do something fun with that, missed potential but whatevs yknow I still love og designs no matter what anyone sayss. Did you know I love Charlie, I could ramble for days. I think I love Charlie guys. Maybe jst a hunch idk... also... s-snake fangs.. jeepers anddd..... snake tongue.... shiver me timberz

The wife ever. I had animation in mind more when I designed her, not like in a "How easy or hard would this be to animate" way. But I like to imagine when she's shocked her hair kind of fluffs out plus her actual fluff, when she's mad her bow turns into kind of horns and then her jacket expands like wings. Gave her a more hotel like outfit, she likes to work for fun (ew). Her socks are socks but she has some fluff under them she just tries to cover it up because she hates herself 🤪 (she doesn't hate her bigger body she actually feels much more comfortable chubby than when she was skinny with Adam. She was burdened with the weight of Adam's image of women... In this sorta rewrite she gained weight when she goes to the hotel because she's more happy. I'm dying I love chub Vaggie so much guys please) headcanon: she kind of likes fashion, it's like a fun hobby of hers to stitch together clothing and go out and buy clothes she'll never wear. She taught Charlie how to stitch and she SUCKS so you can jst see it on Charlie's pants.

Second outfits! Charlie's hotel uniform for. Well. Hotel stuff. She usually only wears it when new people come to the hotel, which.... isn't often, if at all. She still likes to keep it just in case. Also she goes really cartoonish when it happens, she does the looney tunes run and changes into her clothes in like 2 seconds. Can you see my vision? 😭😭

Vaggie's is in her armor. She has several pairs of armor lying around in the hotel in completely hidden spots. It's kind of surprising uhh. Yeah she wears it alot more than Charlie wears her alt uniform but still rare to find her in it. I don't get the whole thing with the exterminators and them not being able to fight according to Carmilla. Which is kinda stupid, I'm not gonna lie. So, instead of that, Vaggie has just let her guard down and has gotten much more comfortable in her surroundings so she feels like she doesn't need to fight anymore, she's just gotten rusty 's what I'm sayin. I have no idea how to draw armor. You can tell...

Extra below cut vvvv

BABY CHARLIE!!! With the heads of my redesigns for Luci, Eve, and Lillith. Haha you still cant see them. Uhh, ill definitely finish the thing one day. Its not even that big of a project thing, i think i jst keep going to other drawings so im like not focusing on one thing lmao. Lucifer has heterochromia because he was cursed to forever be reminded of his betrayal. I only explained that because Charlie has it too, it's kind of a curse on the entire blood line where at least one eye is red. This is like. Slightly older Charlie than the baby Charlie in show? I jst wanted to put her in overalls cuz omg that's jst so cute ughhh 😭😭

[toffeesbabbles]

you may be wondering if I draw blue with the bandana and star eyes how is he much different then blueberry? or maybe you weren't, but ill rant about it anyway since I have a few visual differences. all my own interpretations of course.

Blue!!

If you cant read my handwriting heres a gist of what it says (and anything else I forgot to mention)

sharp (also stars) on blues armor. he also has a full "battle body"

an adult who isn't really childish per se, just optimistic and full of whimsy.

more sans like appearance, wider fac, sharper nose hole, mouth is more sansy.

his eyes, while being stars, resemble canonswap a little more with the circles in the middle :)

(not pictured) he has gold accents throughout his armor, the others do not.

tall for a sanses (about upper 5 ft or 6ft ish haven't decided yet)

Blueberry!!

an adult who uses a childish front to hide his more mishcevious side. secretly a devious manipulator. Has definitely killed someone and would kill again.

due to his demeanor he is mistaken for being younger than he is, he loves seeing people's surprised reactions when they learn he is in his late 20's.

blues a little freaked out by him, but generally they're good friends. blue doesn't hate him, as he realizes his creation isn't his fault. That and its really hard to make him hate someone with intense burning rage.

short for a sans, about 3 ft and 5 inches ish? one of the only sanses shorter than ink that is not a babybones..(sorry little guy)

cuter in appearance, softer star eyelights and less wide face. Bigger eyes and armor isn't sharp.

only has shoulder pads for armor, no body armor whatsoever.

blue (the color) is different.

also at some point i found myself divided between the kid and adult versions of blueberry, so I just consider them different characters, anyways "lil blue" folks.

Lil blue(berry)!

kid that popped into existence because of the fanon of blueberry being a kid. at least that's my lore for him, lol.

has a solid relationship with blue. blue brings him on trips often. lil blue looks up to him I think.

don't leave blueberry and lil blue in a room alone too long. the world would end.

like 6ish?

2 ft

bandana is nearly as big as him.

cat mouth

coat was gifted to him, someone added cat ears for him. it's way too big for him but he's really attached to it and doesn't want a replacement.

[theothatgaymf]

Hi @juiceboxxjamie ! I'm your secret Santa for the @mcytblrholidayexchange ! Hope you enjoy and Happy New Year! This is a Desert Duo 3rd Life ending fic, had so much fun writing this!

“Traitor! Traitor Scar!” Grian was beating his hands on Scar’s chest. Grian had felt so betrayed. Grian had devoted his first life to him, he had remained by him even after his first life was gone. Grian was willing to stand by him til the very end. Grian’s hands bled as he pummeled his hands against Scar's chest plate, taking out every single emotion he had felt this entire time out on Scar.

“You can kill me.” Scar said resigned. Scar’s eyes were welling with tears. Scar knew he hadn’t been a good person throughout all of this. He knew that Grian had tried so hard to keep him alive this long, and by some miracle it had worked. But now it was just Grian and Scar. And they both knew that only one of them could win, so Scar was okay with dying if it meant dying by Grian’s hands.

“No I can’t. I can’t do it.” Grian’s punching comes to an end. “Scar, we've been through too much together. I can’t just throw away everything we’ve done.” Grian wanted to just go to Monopoly Mountain and climb into his comfy bed, he shared with Scar. He wanted to try to wake up from this horrible nightmare. Maybe it would end if he just went to sleep.

“But you know, just as well as I do, that we’re going to have to.” Scar slowly removed his bloody chest plate and placed it in the water. The fish around them in the pond scattered to not get crushed by the heavy piece of metal.

Scar grabbed Grian, holding his head to his chest. They stood in silence for a bit both crying as the slow chanting in Grian’s head became louder and louder. Scar’s slow breathing was drowned out until all he could hear was “Fight, Fight, FIGHT.” and “Blood, blood, BLOOD.”

“The watchers want us to fight, Scar. They call for blood.” Grian slowly backs up from Scar’s chest, and he looked up. They were both crying. None of this should have happened. “We need to fight.” Grian shuddered. Scar sighed and let go of Grian's frail but muscular frame.

On their walk back to the mountain they reminisce. They talk about all the times that they had fun and weren’t fighting everyone they knew. Maybe one day, they could live happily together, instead of living in fear and paranoia.

As they start to remove their armor, place their belongings on the ground and wrap their knuckles and wrists, Grian can’t help but start to cry. “Scar I don't feel good about this.” Grian looks up at Scar who is now drawing a line in the sand. Scar stayed silent. They were both coming to the realization that one of them would survive to the end of the day and the other would not.

When the fight finally starts, Grian lands the first few punches. Having trained so he would be ready when the end came. He kept training after joining Scar wanting to become a stronger teammate for both their sakes.

“Oh. That hurt. Bad” Scar places a finger under his nose and then looks at the blood that comes from it. Grian is frozen for a couple of seconds. He could feel the fight growing in him. He hated it.

There were questions rushing through his head. Somehow he knew none of them would be answered but yet, they flew in and out in quick succession.

How could he hurt his best friend so easily? Is he insane? Where did it all go wrong? Why did punching Scar feel so good and so bad at the same time?

“Scar, I’m so sorry,” That’s all Grian could say. He just repeated it over, and over again. All he could do was apologize. This overwhelming feeling of regret and guilt filled him. Grian took a deep breath, and he looked at Scar.

“I’m sorry too” Scar said as he fell backwards, off the cliff. Grian looked up towards the sky. He felt as though he was looking right into the watcher's eyes.

He could feel the remnants of his friends floating around him. He felt as though they were both proud and disappointed. They were looking down on him. He knew deep down that none of them were happy with this outcome, although it's what they asked for.

“I don’t feel good about this.” He then took one step forward. As he fell, all of the memories came flashing in his eyes, almost as if they were playing out in front of him. He got glimpses of new lives. He knew many more were to come. But the images had ended just as quickly as they started and as he landed in the hot sand everything went quiet and he laid down with Scar. They were finally free. Right?

Scar felt- not felt, he couldn't feel anything anymore. He rose from the bottom of Monopoly Mountain, and watched Grian look up. He could've sworn they made eye contact, even though Grian wouldn't know that. Scar looked around at the people who he had fought, threatened, and even allied with. They were all looking at Grian. Some were smiling, some were crying, some were even screaming at him. Yet somehow none of them saw him the way Scar did. Scar could see the pain, the triumph, and the absolute devastation.

This was it. It was finally over. No more fighting, no more pain. They were all finally free to be friends again. Scar watched as Grian fell off of Monopoly Mountain and when he landed something shifted. The air was different around them. Suddenly a voice rang throughout the world.

“It is time. Time to start again.” It was deep and both familiar and completely unrecognizable. Everyone looked around and they all saw Grian. He was standing there, alone, with this look of shock on his face. There were tears running down his face, but it's almost like Grian didn't know that.

A figure appears from nowhere. A cloaked person, they had a mask with this rectangle but instead of connecting there were dots in the corner. The figure spoke again, “Well done, now let's try something different this time.”

[angelp-official]

New Detlarun + PJSK crack theory alert!! (SPOILERS FOR JPSEKAI I THINK)

Paperus Deltaballs MIGHT be connected to tbis new unit

(Note: In case if you didn't know at this point, this is not supposed to be serious at all, so please don't come after me, I'm just joking and having fun around here-)

Here we habe 3 poeple here!! HOEVER!! Only 3 people her e? WHERE THE FUCK IS THE 4TH PERSOM and no I'm not counting the person in the mirror cuz if so I'll count the 5th person as well

SO YEAH

HOWEVER, THESE PEOPLE HERE LOOK AWFULLY LIKE FRICK AND CHARA!! So these persons MIGHT be them!!! (Source: Trust me bro)

Frisk and 3rd person side by side

Chara and 2nd person side by side

Idfk who the guy is but you could say it's Asriel?? Idk not the point

The point is that it's fucking weird that there's no 4th person!!

These 2 people might be Frisk and Charmander from Undertall

SO LETS GO BACK TO THE WEIRD EGG CARD I mean the Luka card where she discovers abandoned Sekai

LOOK. EGGS, HM? SOUNDS FAMILLIAR??

"It would be safe to assume that each egg represents something they were trying to make..." HMMMMMMM "...Petrified one, I wonder what you were supposed to become?" HHMMMMMMMMMM THE KNIGHT PAPYRUS AND EGGMAN PAPYRUS THEORIES ARE LOOKING GOOD AS HELL RN

What ARE the eggs supposed to represent? Well, I say that these eggs are supposed to represent the dark worlds the knight, in this case, Papyrus, has made!!

(PS: Tumblr hates the number 11 so I'll post the YT link here)

OR MAYBE ITS PAPYURS DETLARUND, MISS LUKA LUKA NIGHT FEVER (/j)

SO LETS LOOK AT POSSIBLY PAPYRUS'S MIKU

So she looks emo as fuck

But you notice that her outfit is more suitible for winter? And WHO'S THE UTDR CHARACTER THAG'S ASSOCIATED WITH WINTER?

"Noelle?" ❌️

"Dess?" ❌️

"Sans?" ❌️

"Papyrus?" ✅️

HELL YEAH IT FUCKING IS, AND SHE LOOKS LKKE SHE HAS A TAG AND WHO HAS A TAG LOOKING THING ON HIS ARMOR? PAPYRUS UNDERTLE!!! Maybe she has a jacket looking dress because Papyrus is familliar with a person who has a jacket (his brother)?? Idfk

HOWEVER, She has black crosses all on her, so what is that supposed to mean??

I say: MAYBE THOSE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SNOWFLAKES BUt they distorted to X marks overtime bexause Papyrus abandonded his SEKAI and possibly the other s too!!

But why is she emo??

I say: Because Papyrus Deltarune is emo himself!! Maybe because of the same reason Mafuyu is emo? Because Sans Undertale threw away his stuf?? Or is it his and the others' emotioms combinded??? Idk

NOW LETS LOOK AT THE MIKU COLORFES CARD

"I did as I was told, and followed him into the alley. Right at that moment, I closed my eyes without thinking. The sun was setting. Its blazing hue painted the alley in vermillion..."

And there's an unfinished animal illustration and a manga there too??

So uh idk wtaf these are so lets put these aside for now

(PS: These are all actually multiple people's stuff! So maybe the novel thing was Chara's stuff and the drawings are Asriel or Fisk's?)

And the music sheets. Maybe the reason why they sound so painful is because it represents the problems the 4 members face through?

There's also an MP3 player where a boy was practicing. Maybe that was Papyrus? "I bet this boy is a hard worker." "I can hear his frustration and impatience from the way he sings..." Hm? Maybe Papyrus was really putting his emotions into this recording, but it doesn't seem enough. Despite the hard work, he always messes up, and he always has to try again, and again, and again. But still, somehow, he never gives up. Until he finally did.

And the wooden box, oh boy. Maybe it was the 4 members' emotions put into one? Papyrus's shallow hopefulness, Asriel's sad nostalgia, Frisk's unsure creativity, and Chara's pure paranoia, all in one box?

All these feelings hidden away because they all feel too stressed of choosing their own future?

"It's so hard to find a place that makes you feel needed or welcomes you to try in a way that works best for you..." Okay now that's definitely Papyruscore

"Was it because you didn't want anyone to know? Was it because you couldn't tell anyone about it? Or... Was it so painful that you couldn't take it anymore and had to give up?" Maybe it meant Papyrus either didn't want Sans or the others to know, he couldn't tell anyone about it, or he had to give up at that point (And that could explain the others too)... Or was it because he was weighed down by someone? Who knows

And at that point, the SEKAI is now erased. Maybe Papyrus and the others... Really didn't want to remember those terrible memories that they built together. Maybe they finally let go of their... "Mistake", or as they would call it.

Maybe that was in the past? Maybe... All of that was resonated into the Empty SEKAI, the one that belongs to Mafuyu?

Maybe that explains why the SEKAI has one to no emotion put to it at all!! Maybe because Asriel misses his place at home, Frisk and Chara wanted to do their own things on their own, and maybe Papyrus is the only one who truly cared about the SEKAI, but is too weighed down to admit it?

Okay this is getting too serious for a crack theory iGNORE THESE PARTS LETS JUST JUMP INTO COLCUSSY NOW + I DONT THINK THESE GUYS WOULD GIVE UP AND BE THAT EMOTIONAL SO QUICKLY BUT SHUT UP

So in conclusion:

The abandonded SEKAI MIGHT'VE belonged to Papyrus Detlarunn

So thank you for coming to my ted talk, cyaaaa 🤩🤩

[sasha199]

Gale/ Wyll drama pt. 2

Y’all…this game hits different when your Tav is a stand in for yourself.

My sister and I are playing a multiplayer as ourselves, as sisters. I was romancing/flirting with both Gale and Wyll. I made a move on Lae’zel too but THAT ended in tears. Sister is pulling both Astarion and Shadowheart.

My sister finds me hiding behind Shadowheart’s tent, “Your boytoy wants to talk,” she says, squatting next to me.

I hadn't gone to breakfast this morning, and had overheard Gale pointedly remark about my absence. I wasn't in the mood to confront my feelings about, well anything, yet, so I decided to continue to make myself scarce. But it's hard to hide from a rouge. 

“He’s not my boytoy.” I'm drawing with my fingers in the white sand, trying to make the frowny faces and squinty eyebrows of my stick figures evenly spaced. I hate how sullen I sound.

“Oh? Did someone else take that coveted title last night?”

I shrug, he hadn't used that term. Marlie looks at me a while longer, but when it's clear I have nothing more to say, she slips away.

Shadowheart peaks out from the back of her tent, "You know I have a perfectly good stool if you'd prefer to use that," her voice is as sweet and melodious as always, "I wouldn't mind the company."

"Thanks," I mutter, embarrassed, "but I'm, uh, drawing."

"Really?"

"Yes, look."

She doesn't. "Sasha, you're not that kind of bard."

I sigh, "I'll see you later." I scrub out my stick figures before I leave.

I half run, half crouch across the camp. Astarion might hide me...but he'd definitely mock me. I'm not in the mood to be mocked.  

I dismiss Lae'zel immediately...we're not exactly on speaking terms after what happened at the creche. That leaves only one option. 

“He won’t talk to me.” Marlie's voice is practically in my ear.

“What?” I ask breathlessly, I put my hand to my heart to quiet it's pounding, I'd just gotten settled behind Karlach’s tent. I can see fiery outline through the canvas.

“He only wants to talk to you.”

“I don't believe this.” A million butterflies take flight in my tummy.

She shrugs, “All he would tell me is that he’s been spoken for.”

“I didn’t speak for him.”

“What happened, Sasha?”

I hesitate. I'm not even sure. Gale had seemed to only want to talk about one thing since that terrible conversation with Elminster. I didn't want to hear him wax on about his "sacred duty" anymore, and I'd had enough conversations about Mystra to last me a life time. “I have to talk to Wyll.”

Marlie looks genuinely surprised, “Wyll? ‘Daddy’s boy’ Wyll? I didn’t know you needed a knight in shining armor, sis. Every time I see you you’re always drooling over the wizard’s monologues.”

“Well he won’t be monologuing much more when he triggers that orb.”

Her face goes soft, "You really think he’ll do it?"

"Everything always comes back to it." I feel hot tears prick in my eyes, "I don't know what to do anymore. I'm starting to think I just have to accept-"

“What are you two doing back here?” Karlach has discovered us, she's holding a singed teddy bear under one arm.

“Hiding,” Marlie answers unabashedly, “It’s my thing.”

“Well you’re usually a lot better at it. Sasha, Gale is looking for you.”

I blink until the tears dissipate. “I know.”

“Everything alright with you two?” Karlach puts a hand on my shoulder, I cover her hand with mine. “I know things are fraught right now, but he does care for you. I’ll never forget that “stimulation” speech he gave mid battle-“

“I’ve been trying,” Marlie says smirking, “who was it that told him to just ‘put it out there’ Karlach? ‘See what happens?’ “

“It’s good advice,” Karlach looks a bit redder than usual, “time is not on our side. Be brave, go get em, soldier.” She smacks me on the back.

I sigh and walk out from behind the tent. Marlie is right behind me, I don't see her when I look around, but I know she’s there.

I feel like I'm on display as I cross the camp. Shadowheart is kneeling at her tent entrance, head bowed in prayer, but I'm not fooled. As I cross the small rock bridge Gale looks up expectantly. I see him hitch in breath to speak…but I keep on walking…right next door and duck into Wyll’s tent…

[diablo-that-first-spark]

Heavy Voice - Diablo 4

I want it out there and on the record that I have known since the first days of the Open Beta that the weird half-dead wolf character was Mephisto. That's a legitimately proud moment I have as a lore enthusiast. The rune carved into his skull was a dead giveaway, appearing in the Book of Adria as a symbol connected to Mephisto. And boy... was it.

I just wanted to make this comic to say that I think Mephisto's voice just doesn't fit in D4. Do not get me wrong, it is an awesome voice, it is powerful, malevolent as all hell, and there is just a soft gurgling undertone to it that brings it all together. Steve Blum is the man! But my guy, I picture a body behind that voice that has actual weight to it. Have you seen Mephisto? He's a literal bone collection, he probably weighs less than a skinny adult human! I am convinced the VA was cast for the wolf, not Mephisto's real appearance. The strangest part is that Mephisto had the perfect voice in the past!

No, not Diablo 2.

Diablo 3! Listen! I have always loved this voice, every time I find this lore entry during a playthrough, I am so happy to listen to him! It's not a weighty voice, it sounds old, which fits because Mephisto is the eldest among all the demons, the Firstborn of Tathamet, basically. And to me it sounds like a cunning evil, especially with his last sentence being "Some battles can only be won with words". Now can a voice like this carry an entire main-entry game with him as the second big bad? A good question, I honestly have no idea. Maybe it really would not work on the long run, but certainly they could have found something closer to this than the Bass King in D4.

Okay but then why do I like Malthael's voice? That's incredibly deep too, and the guy looks like two french fries duck-taped together.

Well, first of all, Malthael is not that skinny actually. He appears so because of his design (which is genius, btw), but if you've tried to learn to draw him well, you realize he has some meat under that armor. I am certain he is what one might call a "sleeper build". Second, it's kind of hard for me to put it into words, but Malthael's voice has an empty echo-y subtone and feel to it that makes it far less weighty in my ears (and also shows just how far he has fallen). I don't know, does that make sense?

Either way, that was my deep dive into the Diablo franchise VA scene, thank you for coming to my TED talk! I still am very much looking forward to Vessel of Hatred, and to finally murder Mephisto once again as well. I don't hate him as much as Lilith, but I am sure he will earn it by the end of the story, whenever that will be.

If you have any voices that you love or hate, share them with me! It's fun!

Other Diablo 4 adventures!

Suck it, Butcher!

A Team to Fight For!

2023.11.11.

[wubyreal]

Alright, now imagine that Liza caught a whole hog

Liza lore incoming

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Liza sounds nice. Nereida was suggested by @mitspeiler when I couldn't think of one. As a mermaid, nereid fits the aquatic theme.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Early 20s

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

I can't think of one. It's a work in progress. So far Liza has only dated Marina. She finds Marina attractive and sees her beyond being a crazy bitch. Unfortunately Liza had a bit of an "I can fix her" moment. For now she is in love with her princess duty.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Sea chicken, shark, and calamari

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Up and coming crown princess, which means helping merfolk and maintaining a good relationship with them

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Swordfighting, motorbike joyrides, opera, and various competitive underwater sports

🎯 -What do they do best?

She is good at swordfighting, singing, and being a group leader

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves watching competitive professional sports, such as fencing, jousting, swimming, and wrestling. Liza is a bit of a fitness nut that enjoys training. As princess, she enjoys helping others. She hates when problems go out of control when doing princess duties or dealing with people that hate her guts when trying to help them

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

When her dad started teaching her how to swordfight

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

She did not enjoy taking down Marina and stabbing her eye out. It had to be done since she was out of control with evil, dangerous blood magic.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

No. Liza used to look vastly different as a blonde white woman with long hair. Her main color palette was originally green/brown instead of white/gold

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

She is based on Lucina from Fire Emblem for being a very dutiful princess that wields a legendary sword and is very close to her dad. Very hopeful and believes in change being possible no matter what. Also inspired by Sapphire from Princess Knight as a tomboyish swordfighter.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

High fantasy with gothic post-apocalyptic stuff. Her story is a grand sailing adventure.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Cis bi

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Her younger brother Derrick and younger sister Cassandra

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Liza and her parents are very close. Her dad is her biggest role model.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like her design, her relationship with her family, and personal struggles. She deals with a lot of self inflicted problems assuming she has to do things alone and must be perfect.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

She's a very important main character. I don't think about her every single day because her solo story still needs a lot of work, and I've been drawing a blank. I draw and write when ideas start cooking.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

No. She is too plot armored up.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Scared of not living up to the Nereida royal name. She is burdened by her great-grandma's war crimes and works very hard to fix the family reputation among the merfolk populace.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

War for her manipulations. Marina for acting as War's pawn. Her classmate Edward.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

Since 2015

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

18

[oneirataxia-girl]

Top 5 one piece characters whose design you love and 5 designs you just don't feel

SCREAMS. okay so I should say that I am Not Good At Styling (or pairing stuff in general), so just take my comments as the rantings of a gremlin probably way shorter than you, but other than that-

five one piece character designs I like:

Trafalgar Law - I could go on and on and on about how hot good he looks in every arc he’s in (yes, even stoner!Law), plus all the hearts in his tattoos with the connection to his crew the Heart Pirates and Corazon is elite tbh his tattoos and accessories in general have me looking respectfully

Killer - at first I was intimidated, but after Wano I have a newfound appreciation for him + his design, the mask makes him stand out bc not many characters cover their faces, and his hair is the single most glorious thing I have ever seen, I want a Rapunzel!Killer au for shits and giggles (Kid can be Pascal lmao) (if there's a fanfic of this pls link it)

Uta - UTA MY BELOVED, her look is gorgeous, the two-color hair?? the hairstyle?? the asymmetrical dress?? YES PLEASE, she looks absolutely beautiful and very pop singer-ish if you know what I mean, tbh if she was real I would go in the song realms no questions asked

Doflamingo - now let us be clear, I hate this mutated flamingo as much as the next person, but his design fits him so perfectly that I have to grudgingly give him this win, it's bright, it's over the top, it's hideous to look at, it feels like he too the flamingo part of his name too literally, it feels like Doffy, and so I do think it fits him well

Nico Robin - or more specifically, pre-timeskip!Robin, I just adore the gothy cowboy aesthetic (purple-black and leather fits you'll always be famous to me) and I feel like Robin looks really nice with those bangs. I'm sorry but I'm a part of the pre-timeskip!Robin squad through and through, which brings us to...

five one piece character designs I don't like:

Nico Robin - this time it's post-timeskip!Robin. when I say that I couldn't recognize her, I mean that I actually thought she was Boa Hancock but with a slightly different hairstyle. she's literally so different looks-wise it's hard to reconcile pre and post Robin as the same character. also, (and this is a nitpick) the sunglasses make me stressed bc I keep thinking they might fall off

Rebecca - I know, I know, One Piece defies the laws of everything real-world related, but the gladiator armor makes me unreasonably upset because it's virtually useless. I guess it's a testament to her skills that she's barely hurt during Dressrosa, but still, everytime I see the stupid armor it makes my eye twitch

Carrot - or just most of the Minks to be honest. Oda make them more animal-like challenge, give Carrot the round fluffy body of an actual bunny, don't just slap a fluffy tail and some ears and call it a day, I want a bunny Mink that's like Peter Rabbit, but considering that Oda's... preference as to drawing females, I'm not expecting a miracle

Caesar Clown - it might be influenced by his laugh, but I genuinely sigh whenever this guy comes on screen, his appearance does him No Favors, absolutely no drip whatsoever, he’s so difficult to stand on screen so I won’t talk about him more, I just have an irrational hatred for him

Kozuki Momonosuke - more of a ‘wistful sigh of what could’ve been’ than anything, I just think it would be cool to have Momo be near Toki’s height and Hiyori similar to Oden.

[koszmarnybudyn]

Giving you an excuse to info dump about the magical girl au all you want bc I think it’s so cool and wanna hear ur inspiration for the designs

Okay here is the info dump I promise. Also thank you for all the tags they were all very nice, and they really push me to create more :)

Normal: As I always say with his design its winx and cheerleader inspired, I already dweled on the first one in a previous post so I'm gonna skip that.

I really wanted to incorporate a star motive in his costume (thus the star top which I adore but was a pain to choose colors for), because I just think it fits him very well, he does lose some of the teenie memorabilia (without the SD for san dimas and the T's in his design) because I thought it is reminicent of his departure from the costume, yet it comes after his "trying not to be himself" phase (the third outfit) so it does bring back the previous colors.

He has teal as his main color because I really like the idea of the Oaks being green, but because ge doesn't quite fit (and because he is the new generation pc) he gets mix of blue and green which is teal (also because blue and white are the schools colors but i only found that out later).

His "trying not to be himself" costume brings in elements of the others costumes, with the chunky shoes and wings from Normal, he is trying to his friends yet pieces of himself still poje through. It has red and blue for Taylor, purple for Scary and yellow and white from Link.

I imagine this look comes after his confrontation with his dad (I want him to try to not be a magical girl for a while, like with the dance arc, and when he tries to transform after his outfit glitches and his powers malfunction, later it turns into this when fightning before he has his realization and it goes to the powerup version).

The last outfit is just his everyday (I considered drawing the teenie suit but It didn't fit on the page unfortunetly lol), I imagine he wears a lot off school merch because he still misses teenie (and yes it still very much stinks).

I think he looks the most like the classic magical girl, I really enjoy the poofy skirt because I didn't draw a lot of skirts here (it either defies logic or has shorts underneath because a skirt is not practical)

Scary: again I think I talked about the first outfit previously, I did tweak the colors and design a little bit (I struggled with the hair color a bit) but nothing very major changed.

She has purple and red (classic villian colors because she is cool and edgy). I think I started this before the betrayl but the second powerup outfit definitly happens after the reveal.

She has a lot of punk and rock influance in her outfit (and yes the platforms are impractical but they do add to the vibe). She gets cool chains but no wings. Also the prop is the Kellog knife.

Her everyday outfit is one I designed a while ago yet really like (I actually made a Scary doll and She wears the same one).

Taylor: god this was such a hassle for color choices it was terrible, just hard to draw in general and I did the Hermie powerup too many details abomination.

He gets flaiming hair like his dad, its also blue like his dad. Its definitly sailor moon inspired (I'm debating whenether Hero hates super gero Taylor or likes him, either way she does point out the sailor moon similarities either as an insult for being unoriginal or as an admiration thing because she does like sailor moon) (I just realized if I make Hero a superhero she gets the tuxedo mask inspired design for sure).

There was samurai inspiration in this (thanks Usagi chronicles you have ridden my mind) and his second outfit has a very faint flower pattent which I really like.

I think apart from power up link he has the most armor. He does get wings but they are tiny and don't really work at first but then do in his power up. Which he might get after going to hell. He does get a tail which I forgot to draw and his ears get pointer (he does also have fangs which Scary is jealous of).

He gets a staff in classical magical girl fashion (and because of his sword staff) and a katana which he does summon and do cool anime stuff with, and it does catch in flames. I really enjoy the Taylor is disabled headcanon thus the staff and i do think he has compressors in his costume.

Hermie: my boy changes designs way too aften, there is his everyday pre magic (he does get the joker stuff still).

He is a magical girl that kinda just joins the gang and is kinda a trickster, Taylor and Normal don't realize he is actually Hermie for a while (Normal doesn't know the longest) while Link and Scary know very quickly (Link is annoyed at Normal for not realizing it and it becomes a gag).

There is his 1 magical girl outfit (its practiclly the same to my previous drawings of him as nothing really changed), then there is his accident outfit (he gets it after the cheese accident), his two-face arc (also talked and shown this one previously), his after the accident everyday and then his power up.

God does it have many details, there is joker, poison ivy and two-face as inspiration in it (his hat has leaves for ivy and coins for two-face). He gets two eyes in his mask and more trickstery look in ode to his father scam. I was really inspied by court jesters and harlequins. I like how he ends up looking like a fea. Oh also question marks for riddler.

He is a silly little guy and I adore him but drawing that again will be a pain.

Link: finally my boy, after Normal he was the second finished drawing. I had a slight problem with his colors, finally picking almost white, yellow and really light green.

His norma outfit is the most practical and soccer players inspired. He gets cool lightning and angel imagery (I really enjoy his contrast with Scary with her purple and black and his yellow and white). He gets cool glowing eyes because I am a sucker for inhuman traits.

His second outfit is very palladin-y, I think the lightning kinda looks like corruption which I really enjoy, he also probablly gets it after Scary's betrayl.

There is gold and copper in his design as accents. The wing shoes were hermies inspired. He gets a glowing sword. I really enjoy some of the biblical imaginery he looks connected to.

Like I said I might honestly make more refrence sheets (I am working on kiddads designs and some other charakters, escpecially villains, but that is a bit harder for me to design so we'll see). Anyway hope this wasn't too ranty and feel free to ask anything or add ideas.

Also thank you @rooolt for giving me an excuse to infodump I am a sucker for charakter design and analysis so its very nice to rant about my choices.

[elgaravel]

💋🌻🍼🥞🎤🏪 for el and akira!! :]

ehehehe thank you bones >:))

el:

💋 KISS MARK: What’s their signature look, if any? Do they have a gesture or piece of jewelry or something else that acts as a calling card for them?

She doesn't quite have a signature look clothing wise since she likes to experiment with styles but she does love a good denim jacket. She's generally more recognizable via her hair (very curly and often thrown up into a bun pre-wasteland) and tattoos. Especially the latter in the wasteland since I don't think they'd be as common? At least outside of cities, maybe. Her laugh is a good calling card tho since she cackles really loud when she finds something really funny.

🌻 SUNFLOWER: Do people generally tend to like them? What personality traits do they have that draw others in?

El can be... polarizing. An acquired taste might be a kinder way to put it but she can be difficult to get along with due to how stubborn and blunt she is. But I love her to pieces and that's what matters 😌. But most often people are drawn to her confidence and ambition along with her love of the arts.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE: How do they feel about babies and children? Would they ever have any?

Well, she does have one, August. But she's always had conflicted feelings about kids and having her own but has generally always leaned towards not wanting them. She's afraid of that level of commitment and of fucking up her kid/turning into her parents. Plus, she's always felt a bit awkward around kids since she doesn't really know how to interact with them. She loves August but she has a lot of inner conflict about it all. She really only kept him in the first place because Akira wanted a family, and then had a hard time bonding with him and then the Game Events happened, and now she has a synth version of him after killing the human she actually popped out her herself. But she does take good care of him :]

🥞 PANCAKES: What’s their comfort food?

She lovesssss pasteles! She mainly had them for the winter holidays growing up since they can be time-consuming to make but she's still very fond of them even if she doesn't eat them too often anymore. She also loves the miso soup that Akira makes :]

🎤 MICROPHONE: What does their voice sound like? Do they have a notable accent? Can they sing, and if so, what would they sing at a karaoke night?

Tashi Rodriguez is both her face and voice claim! So she kinda has a medium pitched voice? Idk I'm bad at describing voices but she doesn't really have much of an accent in my mind since she's kinda lived all over the place. Just a standard American. She cannot sing to save her life </3

🏪 CONVENIENCE STORE: What would be their go-to convenience store snacks?

Omg she'd love Takis or just spicy chips in general. She'd hate the dust tho so she wouldn't go for them unless she's just going home after or if Akira's with her so she can just wipe the dust on his jacket or smth 💀. Probably just some water and iced tea to drink, maybe a nuka cherry if she wants to spice things up.

akira:

💋 KISS MARK: What’s their signature look, if any? Do they have a gesture or piece of jewelry or something else that acts as a calling card for them?

He's usually going for that greaser look but doesn't generally slick his hair back bc he doesn't like putting product in it. So a leather jacket, jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of boots generally. Add some leather gloves and armor in the wasteland, and ofc a pack of cigarettes in his pocket. He's never been big on jewelry but he did let El pierce one of his ears.

🌻 SUNFLOWER: Do people generally tend to like them? What personality traits do they have that draw others in?

At first glance, people tend to gravitate towards him since he's a very attractive man but he can be initially very awkward and a bit shy so that can be off-putting to some people. But people don't really tend to dislike him, I guess. He's very kind and warm once you get him to open up a little bit.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE: How do they feel about babies and children? Would they ever have any?

He likes kids and he's good with him but he never really wanted any of his own until El told him that she was pregnant. Just seemed to kinda flip a switch in his mind and he found himself pretty excited to have one with her even if he was a bit scared but he was oblivious to her own reservations :/. BUT tbf she was lying to him abt her feelings on it, he just took her at face value.

🥞 PANCAKES: What’s their comfort food?

Good ol' Blamco Mac 'n cheese with some broccoli and shredded chicken. Cheers him up every time.

🎤 MICROPHONE: What does their voice sound like? Do they have a notable accent? Can they sing, and if so, what would they sing at a karaoke night?

Akira's voice is quite deep but soft in a way, it doesn't carry very well. He has a bit of a southern Maine accent (which is just similar to the general New England one) but it's not very thick. He pronounces his 'R's softer than most so 'car' kinda sounds like 'cah', cold weather is nippy, etc etc. It doesn't really stand out in Boston. He's a decent singer but doesn't really like to sing in front of people often.

🏪 CONVENIENCE STORE: What would be their go-to convenience store snacks?

Generally, a beer and whatever candy he's feeling but he gravitates towards anything with peanut butter!

[telltalecoyote]

wip whenever

I got tagged by @commanderhorncleaver and I've got something fun to share from last night-- while I work on tidying it up, changing a few things, and work on a small drawing for it! Post Base-Game, Cassius Witherpaw finds himself running away from the Citadel and his responsibilities-- considering desertion, and it leads into a chance run-in with Bangar Ruinbringer and a new bond. I don't know who to tag that hasn't been already, I really gotta get to know some more folks, there's so many of yall! But if you see this and you got something to share, I'm putting it on you!!

Cassius hadn’t known where, and how long he had been gone from the Black Citadel, from his home and his allies; the very same ones he had slain an Elder Dragon with of all things. He should be happy, if not at the very least impressed at what his talents were able to do.

Yet, all he could think about was how alone he felt, even surrounded by the very same allies, it felt hollow. It had been a long time since his close friend had died, he was struggling to move on and hated himself for that, they were both charr, an early death is expected of them, wasn’t it? 

Another show of weakness from Brittlepaw, he thought to himself. 

Many thoughts fought for Cassius’ focus, but of relevance to his situation; This should be –and likely is– considered desertion, it would likely only be a matter of time before someone would show up to take him in, perhaps it’d even be Rytlock himself– he always hated deserters, but at least Cassius found comfort how that case it would mean Tribune took the time out of his day to find him. Maybe that’s why he kept running, he found hope in his longing.

And yet, when he heard multiple sets of footsteps approaching his shelter, he still sprung to his feet and drew his blade. Although he had traveled a ways east out of Ascalon, he wouldn’t put it past the ghosts to have trailed him this far, and if not the ghosts, the Dragonbrand wasn’t too far either.

The shadows cast onto the far wall had betrayed the intruders, if they had truly meant him harm, perhaps they would’ve been more careful in their approach, or more loud and careless depending. In the brief glance, he saw horns in the silhouette and a tail to match, his hand trembled gently. “It couldn’t be.”

A few more seconds would prove his thoughts wrong, but when the charr entered in familiar Blood armor alongside another in an almost identical set, his grip tightened. Their eyes met, a shout was given outside, and both intruders drew their weapons as well.

“Cassius Witherpaw.” One spoke,

“Who’s asking?” Cassius hissed back.

“Not asking, we know who you are, it’s hard not to, given your latest achievements.” The other charr spoke, inconvenience in her voice evident. If Cassius had to guess, talking wasn’t her choice in this matter. “We’re just here to talk.”

Cassius didn’t know how to respond, hearing his accomplishment being spoken of in a way that made it feel like an insult baffled him, something he would’ve clawed another man’s eye out for doing not just one year ago.  “Well, go on?”

The other charr, as disinterested as they were, were prepared to deliver a reply, only to look out behind them and immediately step back, but still kept their weapons drawn. Entering before them was a charr carrying a formidable aura to him, wiping down a blade. His dark armor deserving of his rank and fur of many tans and browns were a striking sight to see, and he needed not to be introduced to this man, this was his imperator, Bangar Ruinbringer.

“These two stepped away from me for a second and a devourer decided to try and make me his prey.” He scoffed, stowing his blade, showing none of the apprehension that his comrades did. “It certainly livened up the trip here, you’ve proven to be difficult to follow. I suppose your time with the Order must’ve been worth something.”

Cassius opened his mouth to speak, but no words came. His shock must’ve been evident on his mug with the way the two accompanying charr chuckled to themselves.

“Surprised to see me?” Bangar spoke, pacing back and forward, eyes more curious about the shelter Cassius found for himself rather than the charr he was apparently looking for. “You shouldn’t be, knowing your background, all the clawing, kicking, and screaming you had to do to get this far, even if you had to rely on unfavorable assistance at first, at least his failure brought you to me.”

“I’m-” Cassius sputtered as he was backed into his corner, he felt like a cub once again, ready to hear disparaging remarks from his Primus. “I just don’t understand why you’d come all this way to kill one deserter.”

“Kill?” Bangar halted his pacing. He finally turned to face Cassius, an eyebrow raised. “If I had wanted you killed, I would’ve had it done miles away while I was still handling much more important matters.”

“Brittlepaw, using the name your fellow charr mocked you with since you were a cub, only to replace it with another self-deprecatory name, this time of your choosing.” Bangar crossed his arms. “You went from a lone charr at the bottom of the barrel, to slaying a dragon, something most charr can only dream of. Do you have no sense of self worth, Witherpaw?”

“I… Do our actions not matter more than the person that did them?” Cassius huffed, his blade arm was shaking, he couldn’t rationalize why he even had it raised at all now. “I am nothing but the orders I receive and carry out for the legions.”

With that, Bangar frowned. The imperator approached Cassius and lowered the meager blade he still had raised for him, drawing close to his ear. “You’re wrong, Cassius.”

“If only you could see the potential I do, and if you’d have me, I can begin to help you see it too.”

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Artist ask game 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 20, 25, 27 👀 (No pressure to answer all of them, it was just a really good list)

1. Art programs you have but don't use Remember months ago when Rebelle went on sale for like $10? Yeah I bought it and havent touched it since. I also have Blender but I'm too used to Maya

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even) Left, definitely. Begging you for all my net worth please never make me draw someone facing forward with a neutral expression (ie the expression on all character ref sheets)

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw Our beloved crab spider man :3 (Godrick the Grafted). He's got some good flow to him and I think he'd be fascinating to draw more, but my god. Sweetie. Why so many fucking arms. Where is your center of gravity. H e l p

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

I don't know how many people remember this painting I did back in 2021, when All Tomorrows was popular, but I remember wanting to make a mini comic with this where this Bug Facer meets a Symbiote who takes her out for coffee and lunch and he chats about how amazing it is that in the cosmic scale of the galaxy, it was infinitesimally lucky that they all got to meet, let alone be physically in the same space, let alone survive after the Qu. Then he says he knows she's not an alien anyone's ever seen before, her method of stealth was terrible, and then asks her about her culture. I believe it ended with her begrudgingly knowing she has to run back home, but she's happier now because she finally got to see this grand cosmic unity between posthumans the rest of her people refuses to interact with. Along with this was a comic in the same vein about a family of Pterosapiens, and it's just about a little kid on her first day of school and the family encouraging her to go and have fun, and it's a comic about how love persists even after we're gone.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy Well other than Godrick, I really enjoy drawing and rendering armor! I also enjoy drawing the tf2 mercs as they really are- just guys. They have fat, wrinkles, bits of grey hair, scars, hair, etc. I really dislike when people take those qualities away.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by Disney. I reeaaally don't look like Disney. I also really don't like Disney. Just a- and I really hate using this word- normie saying anything that looks vaguely cartoonish is Disney.

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with Oh god my fatal flaw is I spend too much focus on the warmups and never get to like, the good shit. Or I just jump right into the good shit, knowing I spend too much time on warmups, and then burn out cause my dumb ass is like 'why does my art look bad why cant i art today'

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We'll Find a Way to Offer Up the Night -- Chapter 13 exerpt

"Batman, we need to talk. That was unacceptable," he says. Batman looks up at him slowly. His armor makes him look darker than the night, more menacing than the gargoyle he had found him crouching beside tonight. Every line of his body is simmering with rage and who knows what else. What had Jason said? That Batman has an edge of something jagged about him? It's apparent now, as clear as day.

"I don't think you're in any position to lecture me," Batman says in a hiss. His words are low and dark, almost sibilant, but they hit like a hammer. Superman stops in his tracks. 

He swallows back bile. It takes a long moment to collect himself. He can't let his own hangups keep him from getting through to Batman. "Maybe I'm exactly the right person to lecture you," he says and draws nearer. He only stops when he's near enough to count every fleck of blood on Batman's fists and armor. "This isn't you," he says. 

"Isn't it?" Batman says and moves quickly to close the space between them. His teeth are bright and sharp-looking. He advances and Superman retreats. For the first time, there's a strange hitch in Batman's usual aura. It's spikey, more like Jason's. It's unfamiliar. It's pulsing and uneven and it makes him think of graveyards. Superman hates it. 

Batman keeps moving and Superman has a moment where he isn't sure if he should stand his ground or continue to retreat. The choice is made for him when Batman lunges, snakes an arm around his neck, and tugs him down for a brutal, ugly kiss. Superman makes a surprised noise against that cruel mouth. He feels like he's reeling. 

It's too hard and mostly teeth, and Batman snarls hungrily against his lips. It's an awful embrace. Every other kiss they've ever shared could be eviscerated by this grotesque thing. It's truly awful, but dammit if Superman doesn't still want it. He swallows a moan and tries to understand. Batman's cowl is sharp and strangely textured. It's unusual feeling it scrape across his skin as Batman's mouth moves frantically against his. Vicious, hungry, desperation mars every second of the kiss. 

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We'll Find a Way to Offer Up the Night (100183 words) by YouHaveForgottenMeAlready

Chapters: 13/18 Fandom: Superman - All Media Types, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Characters: Jason Todd, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth, Kara Zor-El, Krypto the Superdog (DCU), Perry White, James "Jimmy" Olsen Additional Tags: Past Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Sex, First Time, Hand Jobs, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

His feet hit hard and his knees buckle beneath him. It hurts when his hands skid on the decorative rug, the price he pays for catching himself to keep from flopping face-first into the ground. He's dumbstruck and just kneels there for several long moments staring at his hands, at the bloom of rug burn forming before his eyes.

"I can't fly," he says dumbly.

"Noted. Any pain?" Bruce asks.

Clark's world falls apart, and Superman is to blame. When he's at his lowest, Bruce Wayne gives him a gift: a room that strips him of his powers. A room where he can learn what it means to be human.