#drawing my horrid ocs for once.

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[skyler1290]

(Beast Ancients AU belongs to @cuppajj )

(Also, if you're reading this, I love your AU so much. You're an amazing person, and I hope you feel good today /gen! If you don't like the AU or feel uncomfortable with it, just comment it. I'll take it down immediately.)

So... a fun fact about me is that I make up way too many ideas for my own good. A bit too many. And I happened to imagine an AU of the Beast Ancients AU, which is basically fanfiction, once you think about it.

So, I remember the creator of the AU stating that there probably wouldn't be any heroes to come after the beasts, so I imagined up an AU of my own where that does happen.

And the heroes are their own children.

Boom boom bam, plot twist /j.

None of them are OCs, by the way. Instead, they're canon cookies I've chosen that would be their children in this AU, but aren't their children in the actual storyline (except Dark Choco).

Yea... I'm making it work. Basically, here's the parents and children:

Frigid Cacao = Dark Choco

Saint Vanilla = Kouign-Amann

Celestial Cheese = Stormbringer (she's a demigoddess in this AU. I'll explain it all if this AU gets @cuppajj 's approval)

Dragonberry = Raspberry

Midnight Lily = Mercurial Knight

So, basically, the witches are basically done with the cookies. They're like: "Oh my gosh. Why is this happening again? We're way too lazy to trap them into a tree like what we did with the last beasts. So instead, let's recruit their mentally ill teenage children to defeat them for us! Let's give them souljams and make them immortal. Seems like a good idea!"

Also, the children will be in their late teens in this AU (they're chronologically adults, but mentally and physically they are teens), it's a long story.

Here are the souljams (by the way, they'd all be two colors, just to press on the fact that these are new souljams and not fragments of old ones anymore. Though, they do connect to the past ones in concept):

Dark Choco = Balance (connects to Truth)

Kouign-Amann = Ambition (connects to Passion)

Stormbringer = Will (connects to Resolution)

Raspberry = Loyalty (connects to Freedom in an opposite like way)

Mercurial Knight = Detachment (connects to Abundance in an opposite like way)

Yes. My brain's a bit crazy. I don't know how I got these ideas, either. I can't tell if they're genuinely good or horrid.

If this AU gets the green light, unfortunately you aren't going to get any art or drawings. This is because I can't draw to save my life. So this AU will have to drive off of pure writing. 😭

But I'm not diving too deep into the AU for now since I want to make sure the creator is ok with this stuff.

P.S. = The old beasts are already defeated, but their powers and souljams are locked away, so the ancients beasts can't use them.

[nwqueenwrites]

Halsin/OC TAV

(Fixing the horrid canon ending!)

Sunlight streams into the room as you awaken, instantly warming your skin. During the night, you had fallen asleep curled against Halsin, drawing comfort from his presence after the harrowing battle.

As you stir, Halsin runs a hand gently through your hair. "Good morning, my love," he says softly. "How are you feeling?" You nuzzle against his chest, not yet ready to face the day. Sensing your need for quiet, Halsin simply holds you close for a long moment.

Eventually, duty calls you both.

As you finally rise and dress, Halsin explains his plans for the refugees. "I will take the children and any others who cannot remain here. We will travel far from Baldur's Gate and establish a new grove, a safe haven."

Your heart sinks, knowing this means his departure. But you force a brave smile. "They could have no better guide than you. The children adore you." Halsin takes your hands, regret in his eyes. "I wish we had more time. But the refugees need stability and shelter. I cannot delay the journey." He strokes your cheek. "My heart, you have your own path. Do not feel obligated to accompany me."

Though it pains you, you understand his reasons. "Of course. The children must come first," you reply, blinking back tears. "Just...promise you'll think of me sometimes during your travels."

"Always," Halsin whispers as he pulls you close once more. No matter what the future holds, you will carry the memory of this farewell embrace for the rest of your days.

As Halsin holds you close, neither wants to be the first to let go. You bury your face against his neck, breathing in his earthy scent. This may be the last time you feel the comfort of his arms. Reluctantly, Halsin loosens his embrace. Up close, you see the grief dimming his eyes.

"I confess, now that the time has come, parting from you feels...unnatural," he says raggedly. "My spirit already yearns to have you near again." You cling tighter, wishing you could freeze this moment. Halsin continues, "But I cannot delay the journey. The children have suffered enough instability." He strokes your hair, his voice filled with regret.

"I must not be selfish, no matter how much I..." His words trail off, but you hear the unspoken end of his sentence. No matter how much I need you. Need us. You pull back to meet his anguished gaze. "I understand…" you whisper. "The refugees must come first." You manage a bittersweet smile. "Follow your calling, and...know that you have my whole heart.....Always."

Halsin cups your face with aching tenderness. "And you mine," he replies. "No matter where your destiny leads, I will love you eternally."

Though it pains you, you step back, letting his hands slip from your grasp. His duty is clear, as is yours. With one last lingering look, Halsin turns to gather the refugees, his shoulders heavy with sorrow. Your paths now diverge - but perhaps someday they will cross again. For now, you have only memories to sustain you.

As noon grew near, Halsin finished loading the last supplies onto the wagons, sadly glancing back towards the city one final time. He hopes against hope to see you running to join them after all. But the gates remain empty.

Nearby, the refugee children gather around him in a cheerful swarm, chattering with excitement to begin the journey. Their high spirits lift Halsin's mood slightly. Little Anya tugs at his robe. "Mr. Halsin, is the nice teacher coming with us?" she asks brightly. Halsin's heart sinks. He forces a smile. "I'm afraid they cannot join us just yet, child."

Jorin, an older orphan, pipes up next. "But they're always teaching us and reading stories! They have to come to the new grove too!" The other children murmur in earnest agreement. Halsin swallows down fresh grief, touched by their attachment to you. If only you were here...

From the wagons, some adult refugees call out as well. "Where is your partner? They helped tend the sick ones daily."

"Yes, and boosted morale with songs and tales around the fire!"

Halsin raises a hand, reluctance in his voice as he explains you cannot accompany them now. The children and refugees' crestfallen reaction at your absence mirrors his own feelings. But the journey must commence, even if his heart remains behind.

With a heavy spirit, Halsin climbs onto the lead wagon. As the procession rolls out, he wonders if you glance back from the city walls. Wherever you are, he hopes you understand how deeply you'll be missed.

As they start to depart, Halsin is distracted by the sound of comotion coming from the back of the wagon trail.

Halsin turns to see you standing at the city gates, chest heaving from running. Hope and longing flare within him at your presence, but he swallows it down. You have your own path, and he must not sway you from it.

Before he can speak, you say in a rush, "I know you think I'm better off following my own destiny. But I cannot let you leave without me. My place is at your side." Halsin's stoic resolve nearly cracks at your words. But he hardens his heart once more.

"You do not need to sacrifice your freedom out of obligation. I release you from any commitment to me." You search his eyes, hurt, moving closer to his lead wagon. "So...you do not want me to come? Just say it plainly, and I will let you be." Your chin trembles slightly as you force out the painful offer. At seeing your distress, Halsin can restrain himself no longer. Jumping from the wagon, he crushes you against his chest, emotion flooding through his barriers.

"Forgive me," he whispers fervently. "I only wanted to give you wings to soar, but I was blind. I cannot imagine this journey without you now."

You cling to him just as tightly, shaking with joy and relief. All reservations finally cast aside, Halsin admits what his heart has known all along - that you belong together.

Taking your pack in one hand and your hand in the other, he leads you to sit beside him in the wagon. The future remains uncertain, but Halsin knows that side by side, you will weather whatever storms may come.

As Halsin sweeps you into his embrace, a great cheer erupts from the caravan. You glance over to see the refugees and children looking on delightedly. "Hooray, they're coming after all!" little Anya cries out joyfully. The other children take up the chant, clapping and shouting. The adult refugees are smiling as well. "We're glad you changed your mind!" calls out one man. "The journey wouldn't be the same without you," adds a woman, raising her hand.

You beam back at them, heart swelling with warmth at this acceptance. Halsin takes your face in his hands once more. "They have given us their blessing," he says with a tender smile. "Let us not keep them waiting any longer."

As the procession finally passes through the gates, the refugees and delighted children cheer loudly for you both. Though the road ahead remains uncertain, you know that come what may, you will face it together, surrounded by this community you both care for so deeply. Home is no longer a place, but the bonds you now share.

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

My Undertale/Undertale AU OC, Cytherea, The Paradox, and how she appeared. TW: Mention of mistreatment and death.

Cytherea wasn’t born in the Undertale/Undertale Multiverse at all. Instead, she was born in a normal multiverse with no monsters. Cytherea was mentally ill, struggling with her mental and physical health due to blood issues which made her not able to do as many physical things as others and having lower energy. Her mental health was always an issue and affected her badly. To escape this, she began to imagine a world of her own that was eerily similar to Undertale and Undertale AU’S. It was always a comfort for her. In her late teens, she lost the person she loved after a hate crime. She had to watch her friend die in her arms after not being able to get the two out of there. Cytherea blamed herself for what had happened, which spiraled into a state of mind so horrid that others began to notice and adults had to transfer her to a mental hospital. However, that mental hospital had staff that would mistreat or harm the patients because of the mental hospital accidentally hiring staff that only wanted to get paid and didn’t care about the patients at all. Cytherea was getting worse inside the mental hospital due to the lack of help she received and the lack of care she received. Eventually, she began escaping to her world inside her mind for days straight to cope. This went through until she became an adult. Once night, while she slept, a forgotten soul from the Undertale and Undertale AU multiverse that had slowly reincarnated itself into the multiverse due to being forgotten and formed into a fragment of their creators soul (Not Cytherea)and began to speak to Cytherea through dreams due to Cytherea reminding the forgotten soul of their creators kindness. Eventually, the forgotten soul offered a deal of getting Cytherea into the multiverse they are from (Undertale AU Multiverse) in exchange to be part of their new soul. Cytherea quickly accepted. The forgotten soul removed Cytherea’s soul from her old body, leaving her old self dead as they slowly dissolved from that multiverse into the Undertale and Undertale AU Multiverse. However, they stumbled across the problem that Cytherea wouldn’t have a body. In a moment of determination to finally get the life she always wanted, she found an empty AU and began to form herself from it, using sheer determination and imagination to form herself a new body. It was painful and gruesome. Eventually, she had formed a new body and a new soul with the scraps of the leftover AU in paper form. The forgotten soul and Cytherea’s soul formed into one. Cytherea immediately began to try to find somewhere to get supplies needed to survive, trying to make her body work, trying to understand it, and trying to understand her newfound abilities. Unknowing to her, Ink Sans was watching from the distance in shock. He never saw this happen before. He couldn’t explain what he saw. All he could describe was that he just witnessed a paradox form. Cytherea had become the Undertale AU’S Paradox, a being impossible to exist yet somehow she did. It wasn’t possible for someone from another multiverse to form themselves out of nothing (an empty AU), yet she did. Making her the paradox. “But she cannot exist, but she’s existing.” Or “She cannot be here, but she’s here.”

A drawing of Cytherea! I might make a full drawing of her to show her design completely soon.

IM OPEN TO ANY QUESTIONS ABOUR CYTHEREA! I CAN ANSWER IN MY OWN WAY OR HOW CYTHEREA WOULD RESPOND TO THEM!!!!!! Just ask in the questions thing on my blog! (NOTE I FORGOT TO EXPLAIN THE LOST SOUL. BASICALLY THE FORGOTTEN SOUL IS A REINCARNATION OF THEIR ORIGINAL LOST SOUL AFTER IT DUSTED AWAY THAT WAS REINCARNATED INTO THE CREATOR WHO MADE THEIR ORIGINAL SOUL IN A AU, ITS ALSO A PARADOX BECAUSE IT BECAME ONE ITS CYTHEREAS SOUL AND BECAME PART OF HER, THE FORGOTTEN SOUL ALSO HAS MANY ISSUES WITH BEING REINCARNATED AND THE SOUL IS A PARADOX DUE TO BEING APART OF CYTHEREA)

Ink Sans belongs to Comyet

Cytherea belongs to me! (TheArtsyNebulaWhoDoodles is what I would like to be called more than JustAPersonVibing 😭‼️)

I’m going to be posting her with the Sans AU’S I usually draw more often cause her character took me like years to create and I love drawing her and talking about her!!!!

[koolaid-kai]

BIO AND OTHER SHIT GO!!!!

heyo!! welcome to my tumblr! my name is kai. i go by any pronouns and i am genderfluid. i am a demisexual pansexual and if you do not support lgbt then GET THE FUCK OUT THE DOOR IS RIGHT HERE 🚪 anyways idk what else to say so here

i draw stuff which usually consist of tomtord, eddsworld stuff and my ocs

i animate but it’s usually once in a blue moon. usually it’s about my ocs.

fandoms I’m in are: eddsworld, hetalia (go search it up if you don’t know it), horrid henry and murder drones

i LOVE LOVE LOVE OLIVIA RODRIGO 💞💞💖💜

random but my user is koolaid-kai because anything that’s cool = koolaid so yeah �� i’m not the koolaid man ok

i’m a clingy and very impulsive person so make of that what you will or whatever the saying was

i’m asian and in a family where their english is absolute shit so i have to learn grammar someplace else or whatever. basically i suck at english grammar

i like animals 👍

i have wattpad where you can learn about my ocs so here (i hate it) don’t do anything stupid because i share that account with my bestie.

you can also call me kaikai

decided to do this because one of my moots aka veroxityyy had this so yea I guess that’s all so bye✌️

[meowzcw]

Some random bits of info about my oc A-Sans while I’m in the car 🦅 sorry it’s kind of long

He wears the same thing every single day no matter the occasion and he only changes when he has to wash his clothes (which is rarely + he immediately switches back into them once they’re washed)

He loves noise which is why he hangs around busy places to nap -He also loves napping and never misses an opportunity to sleep

He makes friends pretty easily when people actually talk to him, animals see him as scary and never approach him

As you know from his lil lore, he met Ink once and poor ink always gets that “Can you fix this and that bla bla bla” and when Ink said he couldn’t help A didn’t mind he wasn’t able to help him

More down below, don’t want this post taking up someone’s whole feed 🦐🦐

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A doesn’t blame anyone for anything, he thinks there’s always a reason behind how someone acts/thinks and he sympathizes for them. Unless they’re being crazy then he’s like “there is no hope for this one”

A usually has an eye closed because he’s too lazy to open them both at the same time

His arms never just hang, his hands go into his pockets on default and when he’s sitting they cross when they can

He wears mittens sometimes that are the same color as his coat fluff (when I don’t want to draw his hands 🔥)

Harsh weather hardly affects him due to him getting used to the horrid weather in his au

He pretty much has the freedom to wander wherever he wants au wise, his body technically isn’t real since if he were to die he’d just reset back into his au like he was supposed to. Though he only hangs around in aus with the surface available for the variety of areas.

A tries his best not to get attached to anyone due to the amount of resets in his au messing with his view of reality, he thinks he could wake up any second back there and doesn’t want to miss anyone or have someone miss him (He sucks at this though and he can’t bring himself to not get attached)

When he teleports he disappears in the blink of an eye without a sound, his magic is also unpredictable and takes him more effort to use so he hardly fights.

He has mismatched slippers. One is his original fluffy pink one full of dust, the other is a non fluffy grey one he found while he got his coat (the one he permanently borrowed)

He buried his original blue coat in a field because he felt like it had *too* much dust on it

He saw the dust on his face in a mirror once and tried scrubbing it off for a good hour or few but it only made it darker in the spots near his eyes so now he avoids mirrors

The dust got there after the wind blew a bunch on him while he was chasing after Frisk, it’s only not on the middle of his face because he wiped it off in a hurry

He pretty much completely gave up on himself and anything regarding his au, but he holds hope for everyone else. Very negative and positive at the same time

Papyrus gave up on Frisk way before him, he got so depressed he was bedridden for months at a time and Sans had to bring food up for him

He enjoys the smaller things in life, basically just relaxing since he was in a constant stress for a good 7 years until he was suddenly free from all of that. He’d be guilty about that but he drinks his sorrows away so he can’t think about anything to get sad about

I ran out of things to say plus I’m feeling sick so lmk if you have any questions or anything you wanna ask about A-Sans 🦅

[lifenconcepts]

you do have oc’s yes. give the lore now. That is an order, mister /j /nf

BHSXHHDOBSOXBXBI HAVE TOO MANY

UHM

I GOT LIKE A MILLION ESSAYS OF LORE FOR MOST BUT HERE ARE THE INTRODUCTIONS:

For this show I wanted to write I have 3 main guys I love dearly, Lifen Heid who is the main dude and German- is secretly holding some kind of power and yet isn’t aware of it. This spirit guy Fhelix (quite OP but is so fed up with every being that he litterally does not use his powers at all except for his main goal) knows though and was set off on a journey to help him become a god like he once was but can’t say what he’s doing otherwise they would both die an agonising death. They got some chemistry and lore together plus I advanced the plot into a full blown book. Robin, a side character whom I love dearly, is a pathetic little kid who was forced to flee from his planet from false vigilante accusations and resides in the realm (this whole new world only accessible through a portal) with Fhelix, whole ordeal, and also some other people that also had the same fate, basically heroes turned sour and he got trapped into their little group (There’s this massive group and all got their individual relationship with one another and personality but in short they’re like 15-23 year old losers with some sort of dramatic past and incredible talents (lemme tell you about them..) ) So there’s Batrose - an emo shithead who is 99% a sadist and is a very good swordsman, and despite that, he is in a relationship with Florence, an absolute sweetheart who also is quite a dangerous individual. Basically that meme template where they both can absolutely kill you but one visibly has intention and the other is bubbly. Both dress somewhat goth. There’s also Dan, a daredevil cat hybrid who always looks for trouble and is a horrid influence on Robin but I still love him, not too much older then him. Westifer is this ginger kid the same age as Dan and yet is much more secluded than the rest and has an amulet passed down from generation to generation which allows him to practically bend water to his will, but he sort of struggles with it. He has a floating blob of water he can activate anytime and it’s somewhat sentient and has bubbles for eyes but mostly just helps him get to places sometimes as it’s body can act as a cushion. Also has a pet flamingo named fern. There are some other others but they’re not worthy enough of being saved in my mind.

one of my newest two is Neil Wolfman, he got a shitload of lore which I could copy and paste here in a second. Absolutely adore him but in short he’s a pathetic little soggy boy who has a car and out of paranoia spends most time out in the suburbs and owns an adorable German shepherd named Arc. also this mad scientist I haven’t bothered with making a name for that I do quite love and is my most attacked character for art fight!

also idk if it counts but just any variety of me whenever I draw myself, ranges from abstract concept to realistic depiction to absolute goofy doodle to entirely new creature or human.

I also realised like not lately that they almost all were some representation from me and I was incredibly surprised.

[ashclouds366]

hi boba, may I please humbly request an art of my oc? her name is Thyme, and she was one of the very first original ocs I ever created. :) (technically I created her and her two brothers all at the same time, but that's neither here nor there.)

here are some facts about her:

her hair is basically chin-length, maybe a little longer? It's usually unbrushed because she forgets. she has brown hair but she dyed it pink and now I can barely visualize her without the dyed hair. she's short and like. fairly muscular? more muscle than average. eyes are dark brown. teeth are crooked/misaligned. (she was supposed to have a retainer and those rubber band things when she used to have braces, but she just. did not wear them.) she has one of those silicone chewelry necklaces. it's pink and it's in the shape of a crystal, like these:

she's basically never not wearing it. it's like her signature item at this point. whatever she's wearing is up to you, idk what she wears other than the necklace. also her age could be anywhere from 12 to 17 because I have been so inconsistent with her age. she ages as her story progresses but I lost track of the timeline, so. yeah. she likes skateboarding (she's terrible at it) and kickboxing (I know nothing about kickboxing but her lore is that she took several years of classes and she's good at it, so I'll have to take my own word for it.)

here are some less relevant facts about her because once i start talking about my ocs i can't stop:

She's the youngest of triplets who were named after the first pun their parents thought of. The American education system is the root of all her problems. She's been to space, which was Less Fun Than It Sounds. She has bitten people more than once and will likely do so again in the future. She has ADHD. She's stuck in a never-ending cycle of codependency with her siblings, and this is not changing anytime soon. She's bisexual. She's frothing at the mouth with rage. She loves her family so much. She's my horrid little daughter and she would greatly benefit from chilling out for like five seconds. I think I created her in middle school.

anyways I love her very much and would be forever grateful if you drew her :)

i love her SO much <3<3 i had so much fun drawing her, and im really proud of how these turned out :)

[nerves-nebula]

Your OCs are very beautiful to look at. By which I mean they are extremely ugly. If showed them to random people on the street most of them would go ew. They are extremely strange and unconventional. Sometimes even inappropriate. Truly horrid subject matter surrounding most, lots of weird implications. And that is beautiful to me.

(P.S Sorry if this came off as insulting. I only mean they don’t meet typical beauty standards, and are wonderfully real in the details of their design)

no this is exactly what i'm going for you are 100% correct and i'm glad you've picked up on it :)

im not going for Popular Standard of Beauty when it comes to a lot of them, to the point that a character of mine being notably conventionally attractive is lowkey a sign that they might be evil haha.

what i'm going for when it comes to a lot of them is the most gorgeous creature, monster, or beast you've ever seen. or something ugly, or feral, or when it comes to my human characters just not conventionally attractive. partially cuz its more fun to draw and partially cuz it means more to me (and i know it means more to other people too, cause I've had people tell me they're happy i represented them) than drawing like. idk. a thin white woman.

and partially because I do just genuinely find them gorgeous. like, what is there to be enamored about a fashion model? i don't mean this in like a "pretty people are ACTUALLY the ugly ones ooh im so enlightened" kind of way I just generally find them uninteresting to look at or draw.

and like, my worldview is very heavily based on seeing the humanity in monsters and seeing the way society demonizes me and my favorite people- so it's not really any wonder i design my characters this way.

that being said- i definitely think i can make them MORE conventionally unattractive. i think i'm not going hard enough tbh. though part of that might just be because my art style is too simplistic to really hammer home some of the smaller details (like Caseys acne) but we'll see.

ANYWAY sorry for the rant, the point is: thank you!! and thank you for giving me a chance to ramble hahafhsdfhasf.

side note: once one of my younger cousins asked me why i was drawing a fat person and i said cuz fat people look cool and he was like "no!! fat people aren't cool!!" and i was like "actually, yes. I like them." and he just stared at me and then left.

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

I RAN . I SPRINTED.

SCORPIO X GALE AND WASHING THE OTHER'S BODY

POSH YOU’RE SPOILING ME SO GD HARD ILYSFM 😭😭💍💍

Gale x M!Durge OC / NSFW

Massive TW’s: Dead dove do not eat. References to and implications of: self-mutilation, self-harm, misogynistic language, cannibalism, amputation torture and imprisonment, vomit, rape. It’s all contained within the { } brackets used to represent Dark Urge thoughts, for ease of skipping.

If loving Gale of Waterdeep could overwrite the hideous violence of Scorpio’s every waking and unwaking thought, his mind would remain as tranquil as unbroken water to the moment of the universe’s last breath.

{Beat it, break it, bend back those pretty fingers until they snap--TEAR OUT THE TONGUE AND SWALLOW IT BLOODY, CARRY ALWAYS ITS SAD-FUCK LOVE-WORDS, AND SHIT THEM OUT.}

Love can do many things, but it cannot heal something as horrifically broken as that—try as it might.

What he can do is wash the man’s body after he was denied his fatal destiny, saved with another bout of begging. Scorpio’s mouth always felt wounded, lacerated, packed with salt—but he’d swallow the blood that came with speaking if it meant he would not watch Gale destroy his only life in the gut of Moonrise.

Gale is manic with possibility, drunk on dreams of Karsus’s horrid crown. He rambles, stammers, and trips over his words. Scorpio doesn't have enough energy left in him to combat the ideas, not yet. In the Last Light, he draws a bath for the man, and draws the man to the bath, urging him into the water to ride out the last shadow-cursed night of these lands, knowing soon they will need a new name.

"Tip your head back for me, love," Scorpio urges him, pressing his deft fingers into the taut muscles at the back of Gale's neck, rubbing them deep and firm--{fulcrum lies between the vertebrae, such an easy snap for well-muscled hands; can keep it living, can make it a doll for fucking and feasting, a banquet of tower-tender-flesh}.

Gale is still going on and on about Karsus--extolling his might, bemoaning his mighty failures--and he listens almost unconsciously to Scorpio's cue, sinking back. As soon as the steaming water hits his neck, the muscles that Scorpio rubs to just before the point of pain, he shudders and groans, "Oh. Wow, that's--that's something else, isn't it?"

His eyes, warm and sweet and deep-dark as a spaniel's, clear, and Scorpio chuckles at the man's sudden presentness. Wonders, truly, if Gale's eyes searching the room is a sign that he's got not a fucking clue how he arrived to this particular moment, and that he'd checked out the moment he'd acquiesced to Scorpio, once again, begging for his life.

{It obsesses over the silver-spark, magic cunt of a goddess that loves to die. It does not love you! It will NEVER love you! Chop the arms, chop the legs, consume the meat before it. It will never leave you, you won't let it. It will always be exactly where you left it, and the sweet-cunt goddess will never look at it again.}

"Miles away, weren't you?" the golden tiefling hums instead, bowing his head to press his lips to Gale's temple after a moment-long flinch of suppressing the deafening voice of the Urge.

But he is only suppressing himself, isn't he? Trying to fight himself into silence, because Scorpio is barely a tattered ideal, a concept he must come close to losing with every blow that lands upon him. He is the Dark Urge, and it is the only thing he's carried since his awakening.

“Mmm. I was,” his lover chuckles, and it slips into a sigh, soft as mink fur, exhausted as a dying sun. “Come to think of it, I can’t tell you how long I’ve felt miles away. It’s strange—hah—but I feel so close to understanding—to knowing exactly what I must to. It’s…as if I can reach out my hand, and feel it just beyond my fingertips.” To illustrate his point, that’s exactly what he does, outstretching his elegant hand, water rolling down his arm, his eyes gone faraway once more.

{It is a waste of man-flesh. Pathetic, desperate, dreaming. It soaks in failure until the skin sloughs away, and it will not step away from its fetid pool.}

Somehow, that molar-gritted whisper is more upsetting than all the others. Scorpio squeezes his eyes shut, fighting it, but he feels his fingertips pressed perfectly into the points needed to break Gale’s neck with the least amount of effort while leaving him living, and his mouth floods with saliva for want of red meat.

He snaps his hands away completely, folding them in his lap, head cracking as far from Gale as he can force it. Pops ring up his neck as the joints are forced past stiff stagnation, pain radiating down his trapezius muscles, becoming caught between his shoulder blades.

“Scorpio?” comes Gale’s voice, as if dazed from idle imaginings, “Are you—?”

“M’fine. I love you. Please,” the Dark Urge grunts, heart pounding rich, vile blood, chest heaving with a more worthy, certainly more dead stranger’s air (did he kill them, what did he do to them?), “don’t go after that fuckin’ crown. Least don’t talk ‘bout it tonight. My brain is burning and scarabs run under my skin, leaving tracts of infection, I should like to tunnel it out, strip the dermis down to the nerve, tan it to foul leather, suck down the ichor of the vat and vomit the piss of my stomach bile.”

Gale’s eyes widen and his entire body draws up and back, alarmed, disgusted, and Scorpio’s old ghosts want him to mutilate himself—open his old wounds, draw out the cancerous blood. There was a wound he kept tucked under his ribs, a little hidden punishment, one that he’d dredge the scabs and clots out of with his claws, until he’d cut through the muscle and into his guts, and another at the delicate crease of his thigh and pelvis, always aching infected, darkened with again-and-again-and-again abuse, his fingers can still find it, he doesn’t have to look—

“Scorpio.” Gale’s voice is firm, and his hand on Scorpio’s wrist is tender, drawing Scorpio away from attacking his own body. “That was a bit gruesome, now wasn’t it? But I understand the point you were trying to make, and I acknowledge it wholeheartedly!”

Gale’s tone is a put-on joviality, a layer of crackling clown paint over a weeping, would-be martyr. For a skin-splitting moment, Scorpio is disgusted by the man he loves. Scorpio is disgusted, and disillusioned, and disturbed—by his weakness, his softness, his ability to bullshit and play-act and make nice, lacking the bloodlust and resolve to slit throats for his cause.

A name echoes in his head, one that looks like golden talons, and it is gone again.

Then Scorpio is simply tired. “Sorry. I.” He turns his head, shame and fear of himself twisting his stomach into bleeding knots. “Sorry.”

“It’s been a long day,” Gale soothes him. He snorts, a wry, bemused smirk pulling his lips. “I’d rather wager it’s been a long life.”

“I love you,” Scorpio responds, the only words he can scrape up in his pathetic, awful hands. “I want to wash your hair.”

“And I love you,” Gale presses, the smirk softening into a crescent smile. “I would love that. Then, perhaps I’ll trick you into the tub, hm? You could do with a good scrub. I’ll have that gorgeous face spick and span in no time, and you’ll only further your position as the most beautiful man in the Inn.”

Scorpio can’t bring himself to meet Gale’s eyes as his hands slip away, reaching for a shampoo bar, working up a lather. Gale does not look away from him, his eyes a war of worry and distant thoughts. If there are any kinder gods in the realms, Scorpio hopes that they will give Gale the mercy of not being the one to kill him when the time comes that the golden tiefling can no longer fight his nature.

He hopes that Gale will not see him in such a sorry state.

[drawmanations]

✨Intro Post✨

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[adoenamedjane]

Fluffy little snippet with Halsin and my OC Ducky the Gith. Featuring two seconds of Astarion.

“Are you certain you don’t want to join us?” Ducky puffs her lower lip out, eyelashes batting full speed.

“My dear, we just LEFT the horrid, insect and mud-filled woods. I’d prefer at least a tenday before there’s so much dirt and grime on my body that I can blend in with swamp hags.” Astarion’s book remains firmly in front of his face as he offers a dismissive wave in Ducky and Halsin’s direction. “Whatever you and the Druid get up to in the woods, do try not to return too drenched in fur and berry juice. They’ve just changed our sheets.”

“I can make no guarantees.” Halsin solemnly replies.

“I think you mean, Bear-antees.” Ducky giggles.

Halsin chuckles, and Astarion groans loudly.

Ducky beams, skipping out the Elfsong’s double doors and down the stairs. Halsin follows after her, albeit at a slower pace. Brown cobblestones, green cabbages, and purple silk curtains flapping in the breeze all blend together as he follows Ducky out into the windy lower city streets of Baldur’s Gate.

A Gith and a wood elf of his size draw more than a few stares and whispers. He presses a large hand to his stomach. The cool leather beneath his palm temporarily stills a pit of nervousness forming inside him. Ducky flits between stalls and people, unconcerned about the whispers and eyes that follow them. He’d like to tell her to slow down or grasp his hand. They had slept together in the forest upon arrival at the Gate, and she’d not indicated it was a one-time event, but he still felt nervous. Air struggles to reach his lungs. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth.

Mercifully, he spots her pink casual clothes at a vendor booth up ahead. She’s transfixed by something in a bird cage. Halsin picks up his pace and joins her at the booth. A halfling with green hair grins up at them. “Well, aren’t you an odd pair?”

Halsin gives a small nod but angles his body towards Ducky. He manages a breathy whisper, “my heart?” Ducky’s eyes snap away from the cage and meet his. Chatter, roasted meats, and a blur of colors rush her senses. “Oh dear. Halsin, I am sorry. This must be overwhelming for you. I do not want you to feel lost. Shall we hold hands?”

Relief cloaks Halsin like a stoneskin spell. “Yes, please.” His calloused hand engulfs hers. With some of the panic abated, he turns his attention to the bird cage. Butterflies of every shape, size, and color flutter in a frenetic swirl. “Why do you imprison these creatures?” Halsin earnestly gazes at the halfling.

“These creature’s wings make excellent pins for a day or so. Fancy types love ‘em.” He smugly replies.

Halsin’s earnestness curdles into rage. Before he can offer a retort, Ducky places a bag of coins on the counter. “We will take all of them.” She looks up at Halsin and squeezes one of his fingers. Cage in one hand, Halsin’s in the other, they begin to make their way out of the lower city once again.

“We shall set them free once we are in nature.” Ducky assures him. Though he assumes she wouldn’t have ripped off their wings for decoration, his large chest heaves a sigh of relief.

Together, their pace is more leisurely as they amble out of the lower city, through Wyrm’s Rock and Rivington, and out into the woods. Scents of roasted meats, sweat, and the sea give way to pine, dirt, and wildflowers.

“You truly did not fish the entire journey or read about it in any of your books at the creche before you met me, my heart?” Halsin asks. He relaxes outside the city walls and begins to look forward to his ursine form alongside Ducky.

“We witnessed all manner of nets and rods on the road here, but never used them. My books on N’Breem were mostly romance and mystery. Does fishing often become involved in such cases?” Ducky curiously stares up at him.

Halsin restrains a laugh at her genuine question, but can’t resist teasing her. “Perhaps, fishing could be part of a romance story today.”

Ducky’s eyes widen even more. “Fish wedding.” She whispers. Halsin nearly chokes on air, but she does not notice.

Wild grass gives way to the sandy banks of a river with a low and wide waterfall running across it. Ducky sets the cage down just before the sand. With a slight pull, the butterflies burst out of the tiny door and into the wilderness beyond. Halsin marvels at their departure, then looks fondly down at Ducky. She sits cross-legged in the sand, and looks excitedly up at him.

“Bear fishing will be quite different from the nets and rods you saw on the way here. I however, find it much more rewarding.” Ducky practically vibrates with anticipation.

With a flash of golden light, Halsin shifts into his ursine form and lumbers into the river and waits at the edge of the falls. Ducky watches with an intensity he wonders if even Vlaakith could have ever broken.

He focuses. Water laps at his paws. A tremor in the current catches his attention. Instinct kicks in. Fur and water blur as he lunges forward. His jaws snap open. White fangs clamp down on a sizeable salmon.

He turns towards the shore where Ducky now stands, jumping up and down and applauding. Even from here, he can see her cheeks flush with excitement.

Lumbering out of the river, he places the fish upon a flat stone and resumes his elven form. “Praise Silvanus for such a catch!”

“What a hunt! You are truly a wonderful warrior.” Ducky stares up are him in awe, and he blushes.

He closes the gap between them, leaning in closer. “We ought to build a fire and honor this life’s sacrifice by sustaining our own through supper. Then, I believe we did not bear-antee a lack of berry juice or fur upon your return.” He lowers his voice. She can feel his breath ruffle her hair, and she leans in to meet his lips.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Part of an Ask Chain from @friend-of-giants shifted a bit because I can LOL Share 10 random details about your version of Teldryn in your fic universe! Anything at all. Back story, ideas, character design. Anything! As the wise corvid @paraparadigm has told me before, once you've got an NPC as a POV character, this version of them sort of becomes and OC after all. (:

Hey let's encourage my brain worms on a Saturday, it's free real estate! Teldryn is fun to write tbh, and just as fun to draw. So here are 10 things that have been floating around in my head (and some art because I said so). Chronological order and some non-specifics.

Under the cut because this is long.

He was born in Cheydinhal (still working on the year). His mother had moved out there to follow his father (who subsequently died a good 4 years in doing something suspect). She ends up moving back to Blacklight (she comes from a merchant family, and she may have also let her partner pilfer some of those goods prior to leaving for Cyrodiil since the smuggling of goods out of Morrowind was pretty lucrative and she wanted to please him). She did not receive a warm welcome but was still accepted back home so long as she worked off her debt. Teldryn gets his education in Blacklight. He's quite proficient in both Dunmeris and Cyrodilic and has very nice handwriting in both alphabets, that guy knows cursive! He does get some minor combat training, as well as training to help control his crazy explosive fire magic. He was being set up to work as an ebony merchant, and that was generally the main focus of his education but he had other ideas.

2. He moves back to Cheydinhal in his late teens. He had other ideas after all and a lot of connections to the Ebony trade. He falls in with his father's old crew, not necessarily by chance and starts redirecting shipments from Morrowind. His family finds out (after a good few decades of searching) and they use his mother to track him down (he no longer speaks to any of them because of this). It ends in his arrest and subsequent imprisonment (plus that crew may have thrown him under the proverbial carriage). He's transferred to the Imperial prisons and begins to think he's probably getting executed. He's then blindfolded and taken to a carriage. He's afraid that the Imperials are going to hand him back over to his family and they'd probably execute him anyway. He starts trying to plan an escape but fails, mostly because the irons he's wearing have a magicka drain enchantment so he can't just light the whole place on fire. He gets his nose broken for the first time and gets his first nose scar, the really long one from the base of a sword. He gives up when he's loaded onto a ship.

3. He'd never been to Vvardenfell prior to getting dumped in Seyda Neen. He's a bit confused with the whole situation, he was so convinced that he'd be taken back to Blacklight and punished there. Instead, he's given orders to go see some Imperial in Balmora who clearly has a skooma habit. He's instructed to basically "ged gud scrub" and joins the fighters guild but quickly gets bored with it. He does take to one-handed weaponry, and he has a talent for swordsmanship but he's bored. He goes back to Caius Cosades hoping for something fun.

4. He mentally checks out after contracting Corprus. Actually, he mentally checks out for the whole Nerevarine thing. The corprus changes him a lot he almost completely loses his sense of taste (from Divayth Fyr's "cure") and had to burn off the corprus tumours that developed on his arm (its basically a hand print) he has a scar on his cheek now from the removal of a smaller tumour, a large one on his torso that looks pretty nasty as just the burn scar but was horrid prior to taking the cure and another corprus scar on his right inner thigh. Fyr kinda let them grow over the course of a week and then gave him the cure in three separate dosages. I think the experimentation is what started his constant spiralling. He starts drinking a lot more at this point and finds himself in Vivec City.

5. He didn't entirely join the Morag Tong but he associated with some of their members quite heavily and may have done one or two contracts. Geldis becomes his longest and closest friend, and the two of them annoy the crap out of Aphia, who's stuck healing the results of their stupidity. He gets the nifty eyebrow scar at this point just because Aphia didn't feel like healing him after his latest bar fight. He discovers a love for extremely spicy food since it's all he can taste now.

6. He heads back to Cyrodiil after the events of Morrowind and finds himself in Kvatch restarting his ebony smuggling ring with some old contacts, though not the ones who let him get arrested six years prior. He runs into Jiub again and they kinda chill for a while. It's nice and he's less into drinking himself into a stupor 24/7. Of course, then the Oblivion Crisis happens, he watches Jiub get soul trapped by a dremora and does the thing he's become really good at. Fucking the fuck off out of there. He finds himself in the Imperial City and agrees to do a very large job for the Grey Fox. He steals an Elder Scroll from the Imperial Palace and sells it back to the Grey Fox for A LOT OF MONEY. He then gets the Guild to spread a rumour about him leaving to go to Akavir, so that no one will bother him about helping with the Oblivion Crisis. He actually goes south to learn swordplay, he also shaves his head (which he really didn't want to do, he loved that rat boi style) and begins hiding his face.

7. Azura instructs him not to intervene in the whole Red Mountain thing. He goes back to Morrowind anyway and finds it absolutely devastated, and a lot of people blame him for it. He's full-time covering his face now and, after getting Geldis and Aphia out of a nasty situation in a cave where they are the only survivors. They make it to Windhelm and try to make a life in the Gray Quarter, but it doesn't work out. Teldryn suggests Raven Rock, he technically built the place anyway and the Redoran run it now so why not? He and Geldis set up the Retching Netch with Teldryn's massive Elder Scroll fortune. So, he is co-owners with Geldis, though Geldis actually runs the place full-time.

8. Teldryn kinda gave the place its name. Yes, I have that story Geldis tells you be about Teldryn and his drinking issues. That was another rock bottom and Geldis kinda kicks him out/convinces him to take up mercenary work. He has a few patrons but they all tend to die whilst he's in their service. Mostly because he won't follow them into bandit camps or Falmer dens where they're heavily outnumbered. He fucks up massively in Windhelm and ends up being chased across Northern Tamriel on and off for 22 years. He ends up back in Solstheim, greeted by the world's longest facepalm from Geldis who ends up hiding him for 12 of those years. This is basically where Serious Mistakes begins, he's an absolute mess at this point. His messes involve sloppy spell casting and fire explosions.

9. Some random fun facts about him. I already mentioned his taste issue but he's also lactose intolerant (though I think that's just something that's more common in elves in general). He avoids all dairy like the plague. His love of overly spicy food (coz that's all he can taste) means that he must add chilli oil to everything. Geldis keeps an earthenware bottle filled with the stuff under the bar because feeding Teldryn means ruining everyone else's food. So, it's an edition during plating, if it's not added he'll bitch endlessly about it tasting like ash.

   Teldryn's scaring gets irritated easily and he's pedantic about bathing and smells (Fyr kinda messed with his brain on this point and corprus makes him feel dirty all the time). He drinks Spiced Skinpeel Simmer in the mornings to relieve the irritation. It tastes awful to most people but not having much of a sense of taste kinda helps.

    His mother seems to have survived all the events from the last 3 games. She sends him letters pleading for him to come home. Teldryn did come home one time during his 22-year hiding spree and it didn't go well. He loves Blacklight, just not with her in it. She sends letters to Geldis and they've piled up over the years. He stopped reading them, he doesn't want to talk to her, and he won't forgive her for getting him arrested and basically causing his life to spiral. Morrowind blames him for their destruction, and he blames her for his.

    He likes his things as is and uses objects until they disintegrate. His red scarf is 200 years old at this point and his shirt is about the same age, newest thing he owns is a pair of pants that’s about 100 years old. He loves his chitin armour more than most things and takes impeccable care of it, despite its age. Sydari will try to get him something new later and it’s met with a lot of confusion because “Why use the new thing when this shirt is so much more comfortable”. So, she steals it (for sleepwear, it’s very soft), which forces him into actually using new things… he does eventually steal it back.

He left most of the artifacts from his Nerevarine days in the care of Neloth, he told him to just “dump it, sell it, fucking experiment I don’t give a shit! I just don’t want anything to do with it anymore”. That is, he left everything except the Moon and Star Ring. He’d have left that too, but he can’t get the damn thing off his finger. It barely fits him (Nerevar being smaller than him physically in most ways, I like him being short tbh). He fiddles with it a lot because it bothers him so much.

You probably figured from the art that he’s a smoker, because voice reasons. Something something LORE something something edge!

10. And a description of him during the Fourth Era. So, I’ve mostly drawn him during and slightly after his Nerevarine days because I’m obsessed with the hairstyle. But he shaves off the whole thing during the Oblivion Crisis and wears it like that for a little while but ends up regrowing the mohawk in various iterations. By 4th era 199 (When the fic actually starts) he’s considering growing out the back again because he misses it. When Sydari first sees him without the helmet I’ll describe it as grown out and messy. He’s wearing a helmet all day and doesn’t have anything to style it with so it’s kinda lazily finger-combed back. When he gets the chance, he shaves the sides again and evens out everything but the back.

He has a few facial scars which I talked about above, one through his right eyebrow and two across his nose, he also has one on his left cheek. He’s got the hand-shaped arm scar, a very large one on his lower left torso and one large one on his inner right thigh. His nose has been broken on a few occasions, the first one being with the butt of a sword (as mentioned above, that’s where the long scar comes from) a few times in bar fights (and the eyebrow scar being from someone getting overly mad and pulling a knife on him, he’s lucky he didn’t lose his eye). The second nose scar was from getting it broken during a fuck up in Windhelm, which earns him another scar at the nape of his neck. His most recent nose break will be in 201 when Brand-Shei headbutts him in the face. Teldryn kinda deserved it tbh.

All my elves have piercings all over their ears because I can’t help myself. Teldryn has several, three on the right ear and six on the left. Aside from the moon and star ring on his left index finger (which is stuck), he wears a few silver rings on both hands which he changes about depending on his mood.

The face tats he got during his teens because he thought they looked cool, I have the mouth ones extend from his bottom lip down to about halfway down his throat. I’m kinda leaning away from body tats because I’m lazy and he’s got a lot of scarring anyway.

So here’s a mildly grown-out mohawk obligatory 4th-era Teldryn sketch. XD

So um if you read that CONGRATULATIONS! Welcome to the brain rot as is!

[nuclearjacks]

4, 16 and 33 for the artists ask game

This is a long post so be warned kdjcjdkdjd vvv

4. A piece you wish got more love

Probably most of my content that isn’t TF related! Would love more interactions on my OC/Sona and other fandom content, especially my BG3 art right now, but I also understand as someone who’s interest based why that stuff usually doesn’t perform well djxndjdj

A lot of people follow an artist for one particular thing and when they don’t make that particular thing, people usually aren’t that interested unless you followed an artist for their style or something (is my assumption anyways djdjdjdj)

Some examples here below vvv (all of which you can find if you search my art tag: jaxsart on my profile!)

But I will say the non TF content that I think was really well received was my Spidersona <3 I got a wonderful fanart piece for her and I’m so happy people loved her design cause I was also really proud and happy with how she turned out. Still planning to make more content for her in the future! She’s pictured below here vvv

16. How do you motivate yourself to draw?

I’m honestly still figuring that one out lol

I usually only draw when I want to since I’m not an artist who relies on commissions or the like to keep myself afloat. But I’ve also been hitting an art funk as of late and while I do want to draw, it’s been really hard to draw cause of the skill I want to incorporate in my drawings now. It either takes me longer or I end up hating the process because of how long it takes or because of how hard it is. So that effects my motivation heavily because all the cons stated above is what makes me not want to draw 😅

I’m currently trying to find a balance of what makes me happy while drawing and how to make my art look good to myself again since I’ve been hating it so much. I’ve been looking into different techniques, learning more in depth lighting and shading techniques and need to do more anatomy studies as that’s getting rusty again and I’ve been getting lazy cjxndjdj

All in all, I still draw when I want to, but I think the big motivating factor is wanting to see the end product. I just want to be able to finish the WIPS I have and the visions I see in my head and get them out into the world so others can see them too. I wanna say that I finally made that thing or actually did it!! That’s probably my biggest motivating factor right now. But we’re still figuring it out 😊

33. Have you taken a lot of art classes?

I took a handful as a kid, got to play with pastels once, made clay art, learned photoshop, learned to paint, a whole bunch of stuff! My parents have always been very supportive of my art and really helped foster a lot of that so I went to plenty of classes through out my childhood and teen years.

When I was in college, the last classes I took were all for my bachelors (which I dropped out of later on cjcjdjfj). I think the most helpful one was my life drawing class though. I’m gonna do one of those stereotypical artist things where I *highly* recommend you take a life drawing class if you want to learn more about anatomy or different techniques to implement into your art. They’re so good for growing your skill massively in a short period of time. My first drawings we did for gesture drawing look horrid compared to my later studies!

Always always always take a life drawing class if you’re able!

Thank you for the asks! <3

[spotlightstudios]

Hehe, Light art! (And my first Canon character in one of these posts???)

Lucio is a horrid lil man/goat, but he is far too fun to draw, so here we are! (Version w/o text below the cut)

Once again I did the thing where I said I wouldn't complicate things, then proceeded to do a full background smh. But! I like this version a lot more lmao-

I love drawing Goat Lucio a lil too much, and idk, it was just soothing working on his portion of this. (Light, on the other hand, made be want to explode lmao-)

Lore Dump rq (for context):

Light (as pictured) used to have a connection to a Forest Heart. As a person who was trying to help cure the plague (Potion Expert), the magic in their heart was p potent, and like in Muriel's route, Lucio would probably seek out Light's heart since it was strong and magic-filled.

Though, I like to think that between Light's precautions and their natural charm they just kinda, evade Lucio. Maybe even get him on their good side in certain loops. One factors common though: Even when he's intangible, the only one who can kill Light is *him*, and usually just appearing will spook off just about anyone/thing.

Anywho, I try to keep my Light content to myself, but this one just wouldn't get out of my head and it was just really really nice to work on ^^ If ya wanna see more I... do post Arcana art every once in a while, but it's mostly my oc so be forewarned.

[glowstone23b]

hi . i (technically) have a minecraft oc (its minecraft story mode but shh) and her entire deal is that she managed to tame phantoms . and the way it happened is kind of funny

a juvenile phantom whacked into the windows of her house, breaking the glass but also injuring itself and she has little to no impulse control so she helps the poor thing (soft spot for animals … goes on to become a mob tamer at some point)

phantom recovers . acts a bit like those scared little cats that arch their back and prance around but it warms up to her eventually and shes like “:) aww” and once it’s all healed she walks outside and sends it away so it rejoins the other phantom colony

2 days later my girl wakes up to the entire phantom population outside her house (/j it’s actually just around a dozen)

(In my stupid silly mcsm au i gave phantoms the fun feature of having REALLY impressive vocal chords. mainly for the reasons of 1: luring in prey via distress calls (like a guy screaming for help or the sound of an injured dog), and 2. communication)

the juvenile she helped thought that she was very much a reliable food source yes because she often fed it and nurtured it to the best of her abilities so the thing goes back to it’s family and is all like “FOOD SOURCE . NO DANGER”

a couple months later she gets obsessed w studying these guys because they’re surprisingly lovely if you get past the horrid shrieking and needle teeth they have

(she also modifies her elytra so she fixes it up using phantom scales instead of having to kill them for membrane and it gave some …. interesting side effects)

!!! :O so neat??? MCSM counts as minecraft it's in the MCU (minecraft cinematic universe) in my head, so heck yeah!!! I wish I played it more than I did before it was taken off of a lot of platforms TwT

I adore this idea of phantoms having like. similar vocal capabilities to parrots and whatnot, that'd make the "I haven't slept for three days in a row and now I'm hearing voices outside of my house at night" thing a whole lot neater!! And befriending them too?? I'd like to see what phantom scales would look or feel like, and what effects they'd have on elytra instead of membrane! I feel like it'd make your elytra a little heavier-feeling, or look more like ender dragon wings than standard elytra :thinking:

I'm also very much a bird person so seeing like 12 phantoms outside your house one day after you give one food is so endearing to me. like, come here let me look at how cool you are!! And the mental imagery of a phantom completely smashing through a window in the middle of the night is very hilarious but if I were your oc in this situation I might've screamed myself awake at the noise.

Reminds me I need to make a phantom design or two, I've never figured out how to draw them! So freakin' cool though!! I wanna stay on model as I can, but sometimes I get a little excited. I think they should have little feet as a treat. Phantoms perching... beloveds

Anyways. throwing words at you. heart eyes. thank you for telling me I adore you