#fangbangerghoul

[luxites]

warm up character!

Choso! (preferably with a hello kitty doll but he is so cute idc)

happy drawing!

doodle request rules

YESSS I LOVE SANRIO here you go!!

..... I know that we just got more sanrio collab revealed for past arc, but I hope that we get another one for shibuya so Choso can get his government assigned sanrio character

[lyriumrain]

WIP attack! 🪠

Share a fave line or sketch from the WIP you last worked on!

(no pressure!)

Hewwo!!

This one will probably stay a WIP/sketch but I like it so, posting it 😚💖

[silent-moons-camp]

What do you think were some of the song titles in Sarah's band when she was younger?

oh this is so good.

there's definitely a song in Ironic Comet's discography about the moon not being made out of cheese or something. Something ridiculous like that lol.

I think they also had a shit ton of space pun titles for their songs, and maybe some songs aimed at conspiracy theorists, like "Jemison Isn't Flat, You're Just Stupid"

I think they also did covers of some older songs with space related titles. yknow, Drops of Jupiter, Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy, Supermassive Black Hole.

oh to be Sarah, a drummer in a silly band, before experiencing the Horrors.

[bees-tes-blog]

Dd2 ask!

Arisen and pawn

#7, #16

Misc/ au

#7, #8

questions from here!

Arisen & Pawn - What are their least favourite enemies to fight?

perfect question for projecting hard! post jesse's vocation change to mystic spearhand, harpylikes are definitely on that list. having been an archer, adjusting to a combat style with less effective ranged attacks makes flying enemies that would normally be target practice frustrating in a way jesse doesn’t have the patience for. constantly trying to counter their sleep magic as his master flails in their general direction for so long is a drain on mati as well. pre vocation change though? chimeras.

Arisen & Pawn - What is the “silliest” order VS what is the “worst” order your Arisen has given your Pawn? (These things potentially don’t have to be separate.)

I had to think about this one—it’s such a good question that circumstances make so difficult to answer. one thing about jesse is he will not give orders (as much as mati often wishes he did). tbh he rarely even asks for help when he needs it. but I’ll try to answer with what is probably the most foolish thing he’s asked of his pawn. in the version of the stolen throne that exists only in my head, jesse asks mati to accompany him to the masquerade instead of going alone. mati knows this to be an awful idea. after all, pawns are not permitted within the palace grounds—should their mission take a turn for the worse, his presence might only put his master in further danger. but mati is not quick to turn down the opportunity to feel needed. if jesse wants him there, he will go. at the very least, he reasons, this way he'll be at his master’s side, ready to act at a moment's notice in the event something does go wrong. they elect not to tell the captain of their plan. alas, they’re way out of their element. they fumble through their attempts to fit into the gathered company, they miss cues, they distract each other, they linger in places far too long. and as it turns out, a mysterious stranger with an unmistakable otherworldly aura draws attention at such events. slipping away without being noticed proves challenging. at some point after they decide to separate to give jesse a better shot at searching the area, the wrong person catches a glimpse of mati's bared pawnprint and it's all downhill from there. the second he's out of sight once more he rushes to his master's side, and jesse doesn’t need to be told twice that it's time to go. with the help of the very same secret door their quarry disappeared through at the beginning of the night—special thanks of course to lady wilhelmina—they escape by the skin of their teeth, guards losing their trail, before their identities are discovered (by the common crowd, anyway). so there it is. I realize this doesn’t exactly answer the question, but I hope it’s of interest regardless :,)

Miscellany & AU - Share a theme song for each of them

for jesse:

if I'm crazy then it's true that it's all because of you and you wouldn’t want me any other way

and for mati:

under perfection I woke as you protected your home I just kept getting stronger I did my best to control the growing unrest in my soul I could suppress it no longer

Miscellany & AU - What’s that one random fact about them you want to yell about?

since I already do quite a lot of yelling about random facts unprompted, I'm gonna take this opportunity to indulge a little more in something I barely ever do and share a few other misc songs that remind me of them:

champagne supernova - oasis (I added this to the playlist with a very particular image in mind of the final cutscene of ddda even before I knew how much it fit their story in dd2 as well. it's very jesse all around. and the water sounds in the beginning? chefs kiss) the magic position - patrick wolf (so mati. sort of bestowal of spirit to me, even more so for dd2) nothing left to lose - the alan parsons project (I've actually briefly mentioned this one before in a ramble post but I'm bringing it back. it's fitting for jesse at the end of ddda.) paid in full - sonata arctica (post-ddda, after mati’s begun living in jesse’s form. he's crisis 💖 everything about this song is just so perfect for him. runs straight into a wall)

thank you for the ask! <3

[atonalginger]

Your versatility and dedication to research to gives your writing that extra bang

<3 thank you

*looks at the mind gremlin always feeling my I'm overthinking it while researching* See? It helps!

[roguishcat]

Snippet Sunday

Thank you so much @kalmiaphlox for the tag! 💕

This is something I'm working on for an ask by @pebble-bb where Astarion gets to see his reflection for the first time.

@busy-baker has already posted hers because she is awesome and it's absolutely lovely! Here is the link so check it out!

"What have you got there, love?"

"Nothing!" you say a little too quickly and attempt to hide the package behind your back.

Astarion clicks his tongue and slips his long fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look straight at him.

"Tsk, cheeky pup. Lies don't become you. Out with it!" he says in a stern voice, but his eyes shine with mirth and his lips twist into a smile.

"What are you hiding that has you flustered such a fetching shade of red, hm?" he lifts his other hand to push your hair back and expose your neck. Soft digits touch skin, making you shiver.

"Nothing?" you try again, wriggling away from him, but you know it is futile. When one becomes the subject of a vampire's attention, one does not get away until the said vampire decides to set the victim free. And Astarion obviously has no intention of doing that.

"I see. Well, this nothing must be worth something, seeing as you are ready to risk baiting a predator to conceal it. Is it really a wise move to entice me when I'm itching for any excuse to devour you?"

As pleasant as that sounds, you have to be out of the inn and on your way. You have an appointment with an artificer that you must keep. It was difficult enough to convince him to take on the project, as he stated that he 'was an inventor and objects of petty vanity were beneath him'. It took coin, promises of securing rare materials, and some thinly veiled threats for the ingenious but somewhat mad artificer to begrudgingly agree to work on your project.

But you know what Astarion is like. You have to tell him something or he will not let you out of his sight at all.

"Fine. It’s a present for you, happy? "

You give a petulant pout which only makes his smile grow wider.

"Aren't I lucky that you want to spoil me? And my goodness, how your heart flutters!" he chuckles and places a kiss over the bitemarks on your neck. "Must be a very, very special present."

"It is, but it's not done yet. So you better not try to take a peek!" you push against his chest.

"Oh my sweet, you wound me! Are you insinuating that I will try to steal it and see what is inside?"

"Not insinuating, telling you outright that you better not go snooping through my things."

"Fine!" he sighs, pretending to be hurt by your words. "I will not go through your things. Cross my heart and hope to- well, you get it," he grins and finally moves, allowing you to get up.

You have the package in your hands and clutch it to close to your chest. You can feel ruby red eyes follow your every movement and try to ignore him as you quickly dress, keeping the present close at all times lest Astarion decides to swipe it when he thinks you are distracted.

Update: here's the complete story.

No pressure tags: @clazberryk, @inkymoonbunny, @preciouslittlebhaalbae,

@verbenaa, @fangbangerghoul,

@orangekittyenergy, @cinnamontails-ff,

@nyx-knox, @marlowethebard, @silent-words, @honeybee-bard

and anyone else who wants to share! 💖

[crystal-overdrive]

Creator VS OCs

Tagged by @darkurgetrash ❤️ Making a new post cos that reblog chain was loooong!

I saw this trend going around using this picrew. Create yourself and your OC(s).

Me and my Banite girlies Tavarina and Ilyera! Absolutely fucking telling on myself with the me and Tav ones here 😂😂😂

Tagging @fangbangerghoul @nyda-the-tav @avani-telvanni but no pressure folks ☺️☺️

[therealgchu]

Which mythological "trope" are you?

thanks @fangbangerghoul for the tag!

fang tagged me in this fun quiz, which i took for my beautiful disaster, hwa. here are my results:

heh. manticores are man-eaters.

tagging @silurisanguine, @silent-moons-camp, @esorydoolb, @babylon5, and @eliteseven join in the fun!

[bearlytolerant]

Made Phaesus/Gwyn and Quil/Gwyn with this adorable kissing picrew.

Tagging @ellstersmash @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @arisenreborn @linashirou @soloavengers @brinehater @riftstone-of-the-calm @thevikingwoman @myreia @roguelioness and anyone else that wants to make a couple! I’d love to see! (No obligation ofc though to any of you).

[bugcouncil]

Delgado commission for @fangbangerghoul !

[xxreireixx]

Kiichi x Qi

Art trade with @fangbangerghoul

Hope you like it ^^

Her part 💛

[lisa-and-shadow]

She'd found herself relying on him more and more, and their touches lingering longer and longer, as the danger mounted on their long journey to Bakbattahl.

One-sentence caption game! Find a screenshot and tell a story about it in one sentence. I was tagged by @aislingdmdt 💜

I'm going to tag @fangbangerghoul @bearlytolerant @staticpallour @ellstersmash

Absolutely no pressure! And anyone else who sees this feel free!!!

[silent-moons-camp]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

the details of every tree

finding cicada shells

how one of my cats likes to bump her head against me to get my attention

when my favorite youtube channels upload

the smell of recently cut grass

thank you <3

[bees-tes-blog]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE Arisen & Pawn Edition

tagged by @fangbangerghoul and @muralikesgames!

name: jesse nicknames: best avoided age: early to mid 20s race: human (arisen) gender: trans man zodiac: uhhh taurus maybe? moral alignment: neutral good class/subclass: ranger/archer, in dd2 later becomes mystic spearhand background: an orphan raised by the chief of a fishing village. he’ll protect what’s his at any cost interests/hobbies: fishing, basket weaving, wandering off the beaten path, lingering in the sea just a little too deep for a little too long languages: common height: 5'5" colors: blue, but a sky blue fruits: try and get him to eat a fresh fruit (unless it’s raspberries) alcoholic beverages: ehh smokes: no drugs: no drivers oxcart license: god no ever been arrested: it wasn’t his fault

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name: mati nicknames: none age: unknown race: human (pawn) gender: trans man? zodiac: unknown moral alignment: lawful neutral class/subclass: mage (healer/support) background: a new pawn brought into the world by the latest arisen, made in the likeness of many and none interests/hobbies: reading, botany here and there, collecting pretty leather bound journals (he’ll write in all of them eventually, he swears), the most technical aspects of the study of magick languages: common height: 5'11" colors: blue, but an ocean blue fruits: figs, peaches alcoholic beverages: designated (ferrystone) driver smokes: no drugs: no drivers oxcart license: nope ever been arrested: no

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tagging @edgier-than-a-diamond @hit-tab @fisherkn1ght @soloavengers knowing there’s a very good chance you all have already been tagged at least once

[roguishcat]

WIP Monday

Thank you so much for tagging me @anacdoce! Your snippet is just lovely! 💖

Here's more of my Halsin x Reader (Durge) story. This takes place just after Bhaal's temple part.

You woke with a start, finding yourself nestled against Halsin's chest. Not a bad way to wake up, considering you should not have woken at all.

You were in his tent, your head on a pillow with a soft blanket cocooning the two of you. Seeing as Halsin never bothered with one before, it was probably there for your benefit. It was so sweet that he worried about you getting cold that you wanted to bite him. Not hard enough to draw blood, just a little.

Now, there was another little detail about Halsin. You knew for a fact, and how you knew that was not important, that Halsin slept in the nude.

Moving hurt so much you almost passed out, but you needed to know. Still disoriented but very much a woman on a mission, you were delighted to feel your nose brush against the skin of his very much naked chest. You wiggled your fingers and toes ever so discreetly. Nope, definitely pants on. How disappointing.

Tilting your head up, you felt your cheeks heat a little as you realised that Halsin was looking at you all this time.

You gulped.

“How are you feeling?” he said softly, as if afraid that he would startle you.

“Like the god of murder chewed me up and spat me out, but fine otherwise.”

Shit.

Why couldn’t you say something flirty and normal? Astarion would know what to say. He really needed to write a book on how to talk to potential lovers. That smooth silver-tongued bastard would make a fortune. You would buy two copies.

Strangely enough, you felt a rumble of laughter as Halsin’s chest rose and fell under your cheek. It was the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

No pressure tags: @clazberryk, @funniestbitchinfaerun, @xxnashiraxx,

@verbenaa, @lanafofana, @fangbangerghoul, @preciouslittlebhaalbae, @kalmiaphlox,

@khywren, @silent-words and anyone else who wants to share!

[eridanidreams]

Snippet Sunday

Tagging: @bearlytolerant, @silurisanguine, @aro-pancake, @fangbangerghoul, @atonalginger, @aislingdmdt, @fshenkoescape, @ninjaofnaps, @lisa-and-shadow, @a-cosmic-elf, @thatsgoodsquishy0, @hockeydemon42, @fomagranfalloon, @violenceandviolets, @therealgchu, @staticpallour, @artemis-crimson and @constellation-2330

Yes, I have a snippet today! While I work on finishing up the current chapter of stars through my fingers like grains of sand, here's something I was inspired to write the other day, from a future chapter.

Sam put his hand to the door and hesitated, reluctance rolling off him in waves. Cait laid a hand on his arm. "Love," she said softly, "we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I don't," he admitted. "But... gettin' married here is kind of a Coe tradition." He let out a little huff. "Which is why I _didn't_ marry Lillian here." He gave her a wry little smile. "Bad luck, that. Or so goes the family tradition."

Cait couldn't quite keep the skepticism out of her voice. "You think that's why..." she trailed off, aware she was treading on shaky ground; fortunately, Sam just chuckled.

"No, darlin', I think things didn't work out with Lillian because it was never meant to be. You, though—" he wrapped his free arm around her and gave her a quick kiss. "Feel like I used up all my luck finding you. Not sure I want to push it any further." He let out another sigh. "Might also be nice to make some _good_ memories here. Make it feel like a home again."

"Okay, then." She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I've got your back, you know?"

"Always," he reassured her, and pushed the door open.

Jacob was truculent as ever. "I wanted to see my granddaughter, not your... latest fling." his growl trailed off as he saw Sam's arm wrapped around Cait.

"Latest fling?" Cait said lightly, before the stress fracturing Sam's spirit could flash into anger. "That's nicer than 'Constellation lackey,' if not by much." She looked up at her lover as if Jacob weren't even there. "Sam, what does a lackey do anyway? Sarah didn't cover that in my orientation."

"'Cause you're way too much of a smartass to make a good lackey," Sam replied, just as lightly. The tension inside him released enough to let him find a semblance of his usual good humor. His arm tightened briefly around her waist as she sensed his brief flash of gratitude.

"Well," she said cheerily, "that just makes me perfect for you, doesn't it?"

Sam chuckled again, but quickly grew serious. While he wasn't as acidly angry as he usually was when talking to Jacob, there was no give in his voice or face. "The phrase you're looking for is _future wife_."

Shock flashed through Jacob, a bolt of lighting that burned through his usual sour resentment to wake something colder, sharper. "I would hope," Cait said gently, in an attempt to divert his usual vitriol, "that whatever else might lie between the two of you, you could be happy for Sam."

"Happy?" Jacob's eyes widened incredulously. "You expect me to be happy to see *my son* tricked into wedlock by some half-alien tramp?"

Sam's jaw set; his whole body tensed, and his rage roiled down her tie to him in a molten tide. Before he could say anything, Cait pivoted to put herself between the two men. She met Sam's eyes—whatever he saw in hers sent a shock of worry through the anger. She took his hand and squeezed it lightly. "Sam," she said, as levelly as she could manage, "Why don't you go meet Cora down at Sinclair's, maybe go for some Chunks? I'll call you when I'm ready to head back to the ship." Sam didn't argue the point; he paused in the doorway just long enough for her to pick up the complicated knot of emotions—anger, frustration, resignation, even a little savage satisfaction—then let the door fall closed behind him. Cait turned to face the room's other occupant.

"Don't think I'll spare your feelings just because he's not here to run interference for you," Jacob growled. Despite the assurance in his voice, he was anything but confident. She smelled his uncertainty like an ashta scenting blood.

"He doesn't need to worry about what you might do to me," Cait said dismissively. "I can handle a bitter old man like you in my sleep." She looked around the living room with the air of one who found it distinctly wanting. Just to make sure she'd seen what she'd thought she had… and the confirmation shredded the leash of her temper. She whipped her head back around to face him. "Tell me," she snarled, "what kind of father goes to these kind of lengths to make sure his son *forgets his mother's face?*"

"He needed to see the reality of the situation," Jacob said dismissively. "Better that he didn't have any unnecessary reminders."

"What you mean," she hissed, putting words to the emotions that writhed serpentine beneath his skin, "is that you didn't want to be reminded that she betrayed you. She left you alone. And you gave up *so much*. Respect. Influence. Power. After all, the government needed a Coe at the helm, didn't it?"

"That's right." He got up in her face, trying to stare her down. "Not that you would *understand* that kind of responsibility. God knows my son never did."

"He was never a son to you," she lashed back. "He was just a vessel for your ambitions. Grooming him to be your successor without a thought or a care as to what he wanted."

"It wasn't his *place* to want!" Jacob's face reddened. "I am his *father*. It was his job to sit down and do what he was told. Just like I did when I was his age."

"Lucky for you Sam doesn't think that way." Cait met his glare, knowing that her eerie gaze disturbed him—for once, she was not at all upset by it. He was the one to look away. "The *only* reason you've been getting time with Cora is because she wants it. And you have me—yes, the 'half-alien tramp'—to thank for that." He opened his mouth to say something; she just kept going. "Don't bother—I know just how much you'd mean it." She lowered her voice to a bare whisper. "Make no mistake, Jacob Coe, if I even get a *whiff* that you've done something to hurt that little girl, Sam won't find out about it, because I will take you apart myself."

Jacob paled and took a step back. "She's my *granddaughter*. I wouldn't—"

"I've seen what you did to your *son* because he wasn't what you wanted him to be. Forced him into a mold that didn't suit him. Belittled him with every breath. Made sure he *knew* he would never be good enough for you." Cait advanced on him. "I've stood right beside him, multiple times, listening to you spit your bile right into his face. You treat him like ashta crap, and you still expect him to lick your boots."

"If you can't show your worst side to your family, who _can_ you show it to?" he sneered.

The dark, dangerous part of her coiled up from the back of her mind at the thought of how much, and how badly, this man had damaged her Sam, and the barest wisp of it seeped into her voice. "Try the mirror." He actually flinched away from her. "Understand this, old man. You are not dealing with just Sam anymore. So keep a civil tongue in your head." Her eyes bored into his; he stared back as if caught in a basilisk's gaze. Her voice was deadly soft. "You don't want me to think you're a danger to my family." Before she could be tempted to say anything worse, she pulled her eyes away from his.

Jacob half-staggered back with the sudden release. "Is—is that a threat?" He tried to regain his usual bluster, but it was a threadbare cover over his sudden fear.

"A promise." Cait gave him a thin, ironic smile. "And a soon-to-be-Coe keeps her promises."

His hands curled into fists at his side, impotent fury sizzling through him, replacing the fear on his face. "I don't know what you did to get your hooks into my son, but—"

"I love him." Cait cut him off. "That simple." She laughed, but there was no real humor in it. "You have no damned idea what a gem you threw away." She tilted her head at a sudden thought. "Of course you wouldn't. You may have sired him, Jacob, but in every way that matters, Sam is *Solomon's* true son. You? You're just a petty, shriveled bureaucrat coasting on the laurels of your famous ancestor."

She turned and walked to the door, pausing with her hand on the frame. Over her shoulder, she said, "Détente, or war to the knife. Your decision." Without waiting for his reply, she stepped out into the Akila rain.