#first dribbles

[anteomnia]

in bg3 act 3*

me: DOPPELGANGER??

doppelganger, putting on red outfit:

me: ORIN THE RED???

[chloesimaginationthings]

The way you draw The Crying Child's Fredbear plush. He's just so cute and silly! <333

The silliest little guy ever..

[aseuki]

Heard there was an @kirbyoctournament going on and decided to join the bandwagon like any good upstanding citizen--and also use this as an excuse to let folks be properly introduced to my little menace hahaha

He has a Reference Sheet and their own dedicated tag, but for those that want the quick rundown of his deal:

Parhelion Knight is the lone guardian of the ancient wishing star Parhelic Anima. A volatile, foul-mouthed spitfire, Stell isn't exactly the most sociable puffball in the cosmos, quicker to resort to violence and insults over diplomacy. To be fair, when the extent of one's social interactions for the past several centuries is speaking to a soulless AI, talking to oneself, and spewing death threats, it makes sense that their conversational ability vastly suffered. It certainly doesn't help that they're desperately pasting flex tape over their many, many complexes over their short stature and lack of wings. Projecting? Overcompensation? What's that?

[home-of-renn]

First Impressions

Tucker's first impression of the Addams family is that the whole lot of em are weird - which says a lot considering he's lived his whole life in Amity Park. He thought their whole dark and gloomy schtick was gonna be like Sam's but it turns out they're on a whole other level of creepy and messed up. They weren't the worst people he's ever met and he's relieved that Danny's finally got relatives who seem to actually care about his wellbeing - stupidly rich relatives who weren't obsessive, egotistical, psychopaths who were willing to donate a little green without any strings attached.

But their butler moans and moves like he was just yanked out of a grave and somehow the guy might actually be taller than Mr Fenton.

Their kids are weird but not so bad. Wednesday's dreary attitude could give Sam a run for her money and Pugsley had seemed nice till he'd pulled out a hack saw and an entire string of small explosives from seemingly nowhere (Tucker was finally seeing the Fenton family resemblance).

He had downright refused to step foot into that house after almost having a heart attack from his first encounter with the reanimated, disembodied hand that's got free range of the entire estate.

The grandmother belongs either in an asylum or an urn. She wears so many rings and necklaces and odd pieces of jewellery that she jingles and jangles with every step, yet somehow manages to pop up right behind you every time you turn around.

And Uncle Fester had straight-up serial killer vibes.

The only upside seemed to be the parents.

Mrs Morticia Addams had a figure reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit and wore a dress so tight he almost went half ghost. Sharp features, blood-red lipstick, legs for days and a hauntingly elegant presence. She was like one of those sirens of the deep. Not the kind that befriended seagulls or made questionable deals with tentacled sea witches, but the kind that sat poised on rocks and lured sailors to their watery graves.

He'd initially been so bewitched by Mrs Addams' dark, gleaming eyes that he'd ignored the other dark and handsome figure beside her.

Mr Gomez Addams was a man befitting his shiny cuff links, dapper suit and expensive cologne. He had greeted them with a mesmerising accent and dreamy bedroom eyes.

Mrs Addams stood, poised like a panther, held by a man who walked like he owned the world, and Tucker found himself suddenly besotted with the idea of unhinged grandmothers, murderous uncles, rabid cousins and the lot.

Honestly, the Addamsses are absolutely lovely people. If only he could convince Danny to visit more often.

[deadhawke]

Tried my hand at digitally coloring this panel instead and while I may not be the best at it the determination is real and I'm pretty happy with it

[thehangedqueen-art]

Just a lil something of my bg3 Tav Kiandra that I finally got around to finishing. (Speaking of, FINALLY closer to finishing her save! Only took a year. Oops.)

[jilyandbambi]

yall are gonna annoy me to death with your weird Catholic Laura Lee fixation.

Listen. As a New Jersey Catholic(TM) raised around other NJ Catholics, quite a few of them WAAAAY more pious than myself, Laura Lee is not our tribe. She never so much as makes the sign of the cross for fuck's sake. BUT

You know who is Catholic?

Mari.

[skrunksthatwunk]

peak dash tonight but i gtg do like. something productive

[coquelicoq]

so funny going to a game for a sport i don't follow because the reactions of the fans are so baffling. what are you booing at? the ref? a player on the other team? (which one? there are 11 of them.) a player on our team? (ditto.) the goalpost for being in the ball's way? the universe for being cold and unfeeling? are you booing just because you need to exhale anyway and were like well i might as well make this air into a loud vowel sound? it doesn't sound like you're having a very good time. do you even like this sport? do you maybe want to go do something else?

[dutybcrne]

@strdstd replied to your post:

{If I speak... I will not shut up- BUT BRUH- ;-;} {Listen... I know this was originally thought of in a Daindan context, BUT... I started thinking of it in a Boothill & Kaeya context &... PAIN-}

Not me now thinking this would be a song that could play over like. A montage of their final night/moments together before Boothill gives himself up to the IPC, them slow dancing in the kitchen with a bittersweet softness between them. Holding fast to each other, as if they'd be saying goodbye in that very moment, both being painfully aware of what he has to do, no matter how much they'd wished he wouldn't have to. Indulging in that gentle love while they still can, that should be a comfort to them now, yet likewise weighing so heavily upon them like the feeling of walking to the gallows. The dying light of the sun shining through cracks in the blinds, glimmering across ice crystals that'd form with every step Kaeya would take, every tear that'd threaten to spill over, that'd vanish just as quickly under the gentle, grounding warmth of Boothill's own Vision ( smth smth symbolism, abt how he can still ease his pain while they still have this time together, how that warmth will soon be gone come morning-). Letting the time slip by, until Boothill would kiss Kae's forehead and force himself to pull away because he needs to ready himself for his mission, their hands still clasping and reaching for each other, even as their hold would at least break with a final slip of their fingertips.

[owmylasagna-blog]

As a kid that jumped from one animal/scientific obsession to another (human anatomy and physiology, jumping spiders, octopi and squid, dog training and breeds, lemurs, gymnosperms, praying mantis, etc.) it’s not hard to imagine that during the run of the show Edd is sort of in his bug era. Of course that’s mixed with all his other interests and knowledge from previous obsessions, but also it’s fun to come up with future avenues for his interests to go in after canon.

[whitehartlane]

eom jisung, remember the name.

[sidebloggr]

[deadhawke]

My friend and I were talking about mental health things and she turned to me and said, and I quote, “You have TPD. Trigun Personality Disorder.”

And honestly can’t even argue.

[mangostar]

just woke up from a 2 hour nap that i took as soon as i got home and when i sat up and looked down blood just spew out onto my shirt

[gingus-doon]

thinking of that transles separatist girlie who said every attractive trait in men is eroticized misogyny