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Felt cute so here’s a face reveal of the dude behind all the horny elfposting and unhinged oc lore dumps✌🏻
About me! 🧝🏻♂️🕷️🏴
I’m Afallach. I’m just a little guy. Literally. I’m 5’3. I’m an illustrator, a poet, a writer and something of a musician when I can be bothered. I’m a Welsh druid, and I have a pretty thick accent - although well spoken, if I do say so myself - and I’m a proud Horatian.
Bisexual as fuck, in other words.
My favourite colour is purple, I love folklore, I’ve got a great relationship with the spiders in my house and if I were plopped into a fantasy setting, I’d like to consider myself a dark elf / drow / dunmer. The most stereotypically Welsh thing about me is that I love being underground. Probably for the best, because I’m very sensitive to light (although love to sunbathe, go figure. The heat is my friend). I look like this on a near daily basis: 🌑👄🌑
I have a penchant for jumping into mountain lakes and wriggling through cave systems whenever the opportunities present themselves, and would consider myself pretty adept at rock-climbing. I used to be a swimmer and a gymnast.
Food-wise, I’ll eat just about anything (I’m not nicknamed ‘the bin’ for nothing), though my favourite cuisines are Greek, North-West/West African, Thai and Middle Eastern. I like my wine like I like my men (and women); bold, aged and fruity.
I definitely have a type, as anyone who follows me / has been following me will know all too well, and I have no reservations about being completely batshit about them.
My favourite games are Skyrim, Baldur’s Gate III and The Witcher, though I’m slowly getting into Dragon Age (it’s all Zevran, Josephine and Dorian’s fault), and I’ve been wanting to shove my head into Morrowind for the past five years because there’s nothing I love more than eating a house of lore brick by brick. One day, I will force myself to play Oblivion, Daggerfall and Arena and I will enjoy them once I hard-launch myself into playing them because that’s just the way it works.
I also just really love dnd but have nobody to play with. I regrettably don’t have many friends, irl or online. Someone please play little games with me. Please. I don’t even mind dming because I like to craft stories and take GREAT pleasure in engaging in a battle of riddles. I’m like Gollum in that one scene, hopping around on all fours watching you guess. (LOTR is another special interest and I’m aware that I’m a textbook nerd at this point)
I’m an autistic intersex ftm and I will fight a TERF with my bare hands. I have no qualms about throwing hands in the name of justice and bodily autonomy.
Anyway. I know I posted my work last time, but in case anyone new shows up, here’s my work again. 🤭
#tesblr#skyrim#bg3#about me#full face reveal#dnd drow#dnd#lgbt artist#my illustration#bg3 fanart#skyrim fanart#dnd oc art#original art#dragon age lavellan#lavellan oc#dragon age inquisition
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A detail I don't see mentioned about the confrontation between Blitzø and Stolas is that while Blitzø is understandably angry and lashing out, he also ends his rant with an invitation to Stolas, imploring, no, demanding he meet him at his level, to get as angry as he is, to FIGHT HIM, right then and there.
We've seen frequently that imps are violent in general, they're originally native to Wrath, and we see that most of their bonding rituals often involve violence and/or bodily harm (just look at how much Millie and Sallie May messed each other up at the end and while being able to laugh about it; a broken bottle fight and broken bones is their version of a light-hearted pillow fight)
While Blitzø is also very self-destructive, even by Hell's standards, it should be noted that he's technically begging for Stolas to connect with him in this moment, to speak a language he understands. "At least respect me enough to fight me! If you care, why walk away? Get real with me, if we can't get physical with our genitals, then at least let us get physical with our fists!"
Unfortunately, Stolas has had the exact opposite cultural upbringing, having been taught his whole life that emotional outbursts are unseemly and improper, so his main go-to for conflicts is avoidance. He avoided confrontation with his father, he basically avoided Stella as much as he could even when she was openly shitting on him at parties; and ONLY just recently has he managed to stand up for himself and when he finally does, it's not to strike back, but simply stand his ground for once, emboldened his new-found love for Blitzø and the knowledge that his daughter isn't fooled by the act anymore and will soon be of age anyway.
It is not currently in Stolas' nature to be confrontational the way Blitzø desperately needs him to be.
Blitzø says: "Please, if you ever actually cared, you'd fight for us Get mad, show me that you care!"
What Stolas hears is just the most literal interpretation with zero subtext, because he isn't attuned to the subtleties of arguing and especially not what it looks like for imps, i.e. he focuses on the "I always hated you" interpretation.
Both gave the other an opening, but only heard dismissal, because it wasn't spoken in a language they were familiar with.
I'm not saying either handled things well here, Blitzø shouldn't immediately respond with anger and Stolas shouldn't default to walking away, that's my whole point.
I just thought it was an interesting angle that their differences aren't just societal (privilege/wealth/respect) but also cultural in how it influences how they each handle emotional confrontation, or, in the case of Stolas, how they don't.
#helluva boss#stolas goetia#blitzo#blitzø#stolas#stolitz#full moon spoilers#helluva boss spoilers#I always felt Stolas was pretty autistic-coded so it makes sense to me that he has a tendency to take what he hears at face-value#but also Blitzø clearly has previous baggage with Royals that he's unfairly projecting onto Stolas here...#i'm interested to see if they ever touch on that when we get more of his tragic backstory revealed
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funny picture allsort :^) (reference photos below)
#the boots belong to diavolo and barbatos made the cape and crown btw. this is very important#when ik is confused and/or annoyed she turns into a considerably smaller Creature with even bigger eyes#art#obey me#now...... in order of appearance!#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me raphael#obey me beelzebub#jtta ik#obey me mammon#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#obey me lucifer#jtta alecto#jtta astaroth#obey me belphegor#jtta wiz#obey me asmodeus#i'll leave levi n satan out since they're mostly background#belpheroth#(implied anyway)#also newspaper club (except mephisto) school uniform reveal!!!#you can't see it in full since she's facing away but wiz's is very modified#i need to draw more alecto and lucifer buddy content. it's one of my favourite club member dynamics and it mostly exists in my head jdfgkd
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my piece for @mementomoristrahdzine , a comic of ilya ( 🏳️⚧️ dude ireena ) and strahd (and… tatyana). i had so much fun working on this and the spot art pieces i did!! please check it out, its a free zine with so much lovely art!!!
#this got me back into making comics… its been like 5 years!!#ilya kolyanovich#ireena kolyana#strahd von zarovich#curse of strahd#fin art#comics#i drew strahd from this exact angle so many times for this zine its so funny#no full face reveal for you old man
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it’s giving summer and winter minutes apart
#nd that’s on uk weather#also this is as close to a full 🍒 reveal we’re gonna get from me hehehe#me#selfie#my face
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the face behind the blog 🍒
i want y’all to know what i look like so face reveal below the cut! 🤭
also, you guys are more than welcome to call me kenna <3
#y’all are going to have to pry those sunglasses from my cold dead hands#k speaks 💅🏻#face reveal!#no more anonymity#full on screaming into the void#hehe#the face behind the blog#this is the person giggling and kickin her feet at torger christian wolff
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going to a kink/pride event tonight ☺️
#mine#me#full face reveal????#also glasses reveal#trying to do more than just put on a shirt and shorts#lemme know if it looks good 🫣
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Open up
Based on this wonderful art of @puppetmaster13u for the dollhouse au!
It had been a long day, and was destined to be even longer.
The original plan had been bad enough; the league had a media conference planned for three o'clock, one that involved foreign presence and thus required pristine presentation.
Then, as all perfectly good plans that could have been left alone by the universe did, it was derailed by a villain attack or several. He said several because it seemed almost a dozen separate villains had individually had the bright idea of sabotaging the well publicised event. Though they'd failed, the accidental collaboration had done what each alone could not, and now the league was dragging themselves to base to hurriedly patch up the thankfully minor wounds and try and rush to meet the deadline.
Each league member on the list had a formal version of their usual super suit - flash's main change had been a bowtie before it met almost unanimous disapproval, and on the other end of the effort spectrum was Bruce. Not of his own will - he quite envied Flash's staunch faith in the single black bowtie - but he not only had been raised for the fast and critical world of the upper class, but was currently in a metal plated marionette held together by glue and screws and wires, which meant changing attire was more of a debacle than it would ordinarily be.
He flipped open the toolkit with the best approximation of a sigh the doll body could manage. The chest inflated and deflated, which was in fact a rather worrying sign because it wasn't supposed to be able to do that. He grabbed a screwdriver and a pit of tar glue and approached the mirror. He'd just have to go into the globally broadcast meeting stinking of sulphur... Perhaps he could borrow perfume from one of the girls, cologne combined dreadfully.
The chest cavity opened with little tugging, and he held one side in place as he attacked the bent hinges. An odd feeling, for sure. He took a hammer to the dent, imagining it was the penguin's face and praying Clark didn't decide now was the time to approach him on his self soothing metalworking hobby. He'd been entrusted with the override code for the door and Bruce was now quietly regretting that.
The chest cavity doors creaked back into place, which enabled him to finally pull out the costume change for the evening and dump it on the side.
Now for the leg, having been crushed under a tank penguin had smuggled into Gotham. It now bent the wrong way, and hiding it under his cloak had been a pain, but at least it hadn't come off -
There it went. Batman watched, almost despondent, as it toppled free of his body and crashed to the ground. The unhappy static that raced up his spine at the sight was expected - he'd be paying for the lack of care for the Patriarch Doll in nightmares tonight.
Joy.
He tipped into the nearby stool and kicked the lost limb closer with his remaining foot, squinting. Just a cracked screw and torn spring at the knee, thank goodness. He'd have it fully attached again within the hour.
But he was pretty sure he couldn't bend that far over without his jaw falling off, so face it was.
Hood off, wires unlaced under the chin, hidden screws loosened. The gas mask came off. The velcro on top of his head took good old fashioned yanking, but eventually peeled off with reluctant crackling, revealing the unpainted grey metal beneath.
As expected, his jaw was almost entirely loose, unable to close now without the structure of the mask. The nutcracker mouth in the lower jaw fell to tap against his throat, leaving either side of the actual lower jaw to hang in the air. Experimentally, he opened and closed his mouth, and watched all three parts swing and clink like a robot body horror wind-chime.
This was going to need a finer touch, and so he stripped off his gloves to access the sharp points of his talons - capped while with the league to keep the prick of steel rending claws to a mere suggestion.
He felt bared, now, all his top layer removed and abandoned, the door to his room at his back. He feels the paranoia to double check the lock, reassures himself that even if he'd somehow forgotten in his haste to hide away none of the members were mad enough to try and get in. Outside Superman, of course, but he always knocked.
Still, he hurried through repairs, running diagnostics in the back of his mind as he daubed glue into the cracks and set about restructuring his own jaw. Ears swivelled. Neck rolled. Glider snaps curled.
The jaw pieces were setting nicely when there was a noise at the door, and batman whipped around, cloak flaring behind him. The pliers dropped from suddenly weak fingers.
Captain marvel stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he took in the room, face pale as he saw Batman propped up in middle, bare of his many obfuscating layers. Black tar speckled his lap, wires hung free like veins, blank eyes glowed, his jaw gaping, skinless. Glinting claws and spikes in full view, a limb discarded on the floor like garbage. His chest a dark hole, void of organs, of machinery, of anything that could make him run. A decades old terror gripped his heart.
HE SAW!
Both froze. Time stretched interminably.
The captains chest heaved for a scream, and batman was moving before he knew it, grabbing his fallen leg and lunging.
Captain marvel fell with a crack. Batman caught himself on the door. Five seconds before short term memory entered long term, had he reacted in time?
Hm.
He considered the body of the champion of magic laid in front of him, idly rebalancing the eternal tally graph of potential energies the dolls might run on in the back of his head and as always coming up none the wiser. This was a very inconvenient place for a body. Perhaps he could nudge marvel into the hallway to wake up. He glanced up and down the empty corridor, staying out of view of the camera.
Maybe he had overreacted slightly.
Bonus:
Billy and Green Lantern sat in the monitor room, ostensibly on duty but really checking out the watchtower camera feeds of the day before. Lantern was pointing at the screen.
"Here," he said, with a glee Billy didn't honestly appreciate. "Look at that. You go down like a sack of bricks and then -" he clicked forward two frames, "- this silver hand thing appears on the door frame. Look at that, that's a proper horror movie hand curl. The claws! Just missing the glint of a blood covered axe appearing from the shadows."
Billy shuddered, but couldn't help moving closer.
"What do you think it was? Can't have been batman, right?"
"You were there, you tell me." Lantern patted him on the shoulder before he could retort. "I mean, doesn't look much like him. Doesn't really have claws and his are black anyway. Pretty sure his gloves are sewn into his skin at this point."
"I didn't need that mental image," Billy said, because he really didn't.
"Could be another Robin variant? Like that black bat thing?"
"Dunno. I mean, unlikely. Maybe it was batman. Maybe he can shapeshift a little."
"We've had that on the list of possible powers for ages, still nothing firm one way or the other."
"It probably is batman -"
"But the claws -"
They trailed off.
"We'll just add it to the list. I'll save the file, hang on. We can talk about it at the do next week - you're coming right?"
"Yeah, but I've got, uh... A diplomacy thing with the yetis at nine, so I'll have to bail then."
"You always have the weirdest personal missions. Hey, maybe you can ask them about batman, pffft. Maybe he's one of them."
#Not pictured: batman in Victorian-esque drip complete with a black full face phantom of the opera mask in a brightly lit room.#Bundled up in as much cloak is polite and just a dark splotch on camera between a very bright superman and wonder woman#Alfred sarcastically pretends to shed a tear of pride#Also not pictured: batman spending five minutes straight making sure his doors locked while on one leg#long post#batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#cryptid batman#Possessed doll au#Remind me to do a Halloween one because the bats would 100% do a scare competition with the poor goons as targets#Bonus points if you freak out a rouge. It gets harder every year.#Pretty happy with how this turned out but my first plan was to have it the start of the Reveal™. The vibes were right.#Maybe once I've got more done for this au
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what if i put my life in your hands? what if i took your life in mine?
#okay look there's a reason i've been obsessed with this scene for 21 slutty slutty years#imagine for a second you're yue#your master—whom you loved more than your own existence—decided his work was finished and didn't need you anymore#and he pushed you into the dark where you slept for centuries until a little girl woke you up by sheer dumb luck#you now are trapped in this horrible new era where everything is too loud and too fast and too bright#you're also trapped in a body that isn't yours jockeying for room with a completely separate soul that you don't know or particularly like#and you're draining your meager stores of magic to the dregs in order to keep the two of you alive#under the surface of tsukishiro yukito you're drowning—and the both of you are fading away entirely#and then this boy#pulls you to the surface of yourself#and says with his whole heart 'i won't let you disappear'#he smiles at you and teases you and then pours his not inconsiderable power into you#and you take and you take and you take and he never says stop#he never says only a little but no more#he holds you close and lets you sup on the very marrow of his magic until there's nothing left and he's simply an ordinary human#and for the first time in centuries—perhaps ever—you feel full#when you finally step away and ease his unconscious body onto the bed as gently as you can manage#you murmur that you ought to thank him#but it's such an inadequate way to convey your gratitude#how do you give thanks for what you've made him lose?#you put your life in his hands and he cradled it as if it were precious... and then he gave you his own in return#in the world before this one you would have been as good as wed#you thumb the swell of his cheek and allow yourself one last look at your would-be husband#and then turn around to face the threat behind the door#as it creaks open to reveal a little body wracked with sobs you think you would face anything that would dare come for him or his sister#not because it is your duty as the guardian of the cards#but because you love them#touya/yue#ccs#yue
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Dc x dp idea 18
Ghost are the embodiment of what they represent. An example skulker is the embodiment of hunting. Without skulker no one could hunt. It just doesn’t exist anymore.
In this a dc villain captures amorpho in order to find out hero’s identities. The villain has to figure out how to utilize amorpho. He’s only managed to trap him using tech from the fentons.
Danny cannot find him amorpho in time. The villain manages to take away disguise from everyone but himself. For Danny it’s not as big of a problem as it is for every other hero.
Danny has two whole separate identities not so much a disguise. (He transforms not just throws on a mask. Same would apply to captain marvel)
This leads to a pre teen and a teenager both pretending to be mature trying to find amorpho. They both have no idea what there doing.
After a bunch of nonsense they free amorpho. Disguises now exist again.
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dc x dp#dp x dc#dp dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#billy batson#cass could theoretically join the fun#depending. like I’m a bit behind on her stuff but what i recall she doesn’t really have a civilian identity#i believe she stopped really using her civilian identity i may be very mistaken#Danny and billy revealed themselves to each other#they took full advantage of the lack of disguises#the dc villain was not expecting two children to be the ones tracking him down#Bruce is very much not okay with this.#it doesn’t help that caption marvel did not bring his communicator#so he can’t even get a progress report#lots of robbers get arrested cause ppl could see there faces through the ski masks#good day to be a cop#bad day to be a criminal#no hero’s are out and about but major villains aren’t either#Damian put on his mask#Bruce was like i can see your face#everyone tried after that#at the same time he got an alert from the watchtower
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Fuck it, have my face. I feel good about myself for once and my dysphoria is disappearing more and more with the more stubble I can feel on my face. I’m freshly shaved, yet I can feel more facial hair ready to come through only a day later 😌 starting to feel comfortable with the way I look, at long last. How long has it been? It’s been over ten years, at least.
My voice has now dropped so low I can feel it in my diaphragm and I no longer sound like a twink. Also gaining more muscle mass (I want to be a hench elf pls) and a glorious amount of body hair. Whilst my natural colour is blonde, my beard hairs seem to be growing in pitch black?? Pop off I guess. I want that twink death and I want it fast. (Although I think I’m already too buff and too hairy to be classified as a twink anymore lmao)
#personal#whitegoldtower decides to ramble#full face reveal#elf#vampire elf#dark fantasy aesthetic#he/him#it/its#he/it pronouns#plus I want to show off my hair bc I bleached the fuck out of the front strands#i managed to get most of the orange out but I’m letting the hair repair#i’ll be toning and dying it grey/silver soon
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Lilith does a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad thing (because she's big sad about her brother moving out and getting a life of his own).
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Misael: [dubiously] You’re GoldenSerpent1891?
Lilith: That’s right. Are you surprised?
Misael: You’re just… not what I was expecting. I’m n1ght_wr4ith. Obviously. But, uh, you can call me Misael. What’s your real-
Lilith: Let’s not waste time with pleasantries. I’ve got what you need.
MIsael: Where did you find it? How did you find it?
Lilith: A lady never tells. Let’s just say I have my ways.
Misael: Well, how much do you want for it? [mutters dejectedly] Probably more than I can offer.
Lilith: It’ll cost you nothing so long as you do what you say you’re going to do with it.
Misael: I know my quarrel with the Sages. They snuff out any magic stronger than their own just to steal it and keep it under lock and key with their stifling ranks and rules. But what do you have against them?
Lilith: [hisses] You ask too many questions. Do you want this thing or not?
Misael: Of course!
Lilith: Silversweater and Faba are practically sawdust already. They won’t put up much of a fight, so don’t waste your energy. But watch out for Ember. If anyone knows their way around dark magic, it’s that insufferable fucking know-it-all.
Misael: [sneers] Not even Morgyn will see me coming. If this book holds the spells I think it does, they’ve been banned in the Realm since before those geezers’ time. They won’t stand a chance. And when they’re gone, those stupid floating space rocks will finally fall apart for good.
Lilith: Let’s hope for your sake you’re right. You wouldn’t want to end up on my bad side, now, would you?
#ts4#sims 4#ts4 story#sims 4 story#simblr#story: hzid#lilith vatore#me going to great pains to save the full face reveal until the end even though we all know who it is 🤣#i was just living for the drama of it all#alternate caption: the perils of being extremely old incredibly bored inherently chaotic and supremely jealous#i love imagining lilith with her cringe username spending hours trawling a sages hate group for the most unhinged person there#lest we forget lilith is the villain in this story
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Max Tail Acquired
#sam and max#sam and max max#max sam and max#cosplay#my mom made it for me :3#I might actually post a face reveal after the convention this weekend#for the full cosplay experience#psi-post
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do you guys wanna see my outfit for the night…,,.i am going out to dinner w friends..,.
#wish you could see the makeup + get the full effect but i am not doing a full face reveal lol#cielo rambles!
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have you drawn any characters from Separation? I’d love to see your take on many of them :)
Not yet, but I'm definitely planning to!
#I believe you can see Piero in the first panel of that First Impressions comic I made a while back#he's the greyhound in green#and Machete's former mentor Giordano di Calabria archbishop of Naples has also appeared a couple of times#but no full face reveal yet#he's a cane corso#fic Separation#answered#elios-zosimos-bandy#if there's any specific scene you'd like me to draw maybe let me know?#there's so many good ones I've been having hard time deciding where to start
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Reconciliation
Old dome squadmates Trito and Kinoga get together at Trito’s place to catch up after years apart and a meeting by chance on the surface.
⚠️Warning for suggestive content below + implied chest trauma
After several weeks of chipping away at this, the comic is finally done! Very happy to have rendered a full 7 pages of oc stuff. Please give it a read!!
read the full 7 page comic on twitter! <-please do not click if you are a minor and view at your own discretion, this link contains explicit 18+ content. Thank you!
For the lore, includes stuff from splatoon Octo Expansion: Trito and Kinoga were a part of an octarian military squad living in the domes, Kinoga being their squad leader that many looked up to and admired. There were 6 of them who considered each other to be their closest friends. Upon hearing about the tests from Kamabo Co. and the allure of the Promised Land, Kinoga wished to seek it out in order to find a better life for their squadmates. A difficult decision, since it meant leaving them all behind, promising to come back and take them there.
Kinoga enters the metro trials and soon realizes that the Promised Land isn’t what they expected, their hope crumbling when they encounter one of their sanitized squadmates Agara, who followed suit to the metros soon after. Kinoga narrowly escapes, eventually making a break for the surface, carrying the shame of unwilling to return for their squadmates with them (it’s justified, of course, there might not be an easy way in, they might get caught again, Agara is gone)
Trito enters the Metro not too long after Kinoga does, wanting to catch up to them, and an accident that occurs in a test early on results in Trito’s near sanitization, giving him his scar. Terrified, and realizing what happens to his fellow octolings, Trito is unable to return to his squadmates, not wanting to break the news of their loved ones’ untimely fates. He hides away on the Metro until the events of OE happen and Agent 8 dismantles Kamabo, opening an opportunity to escape to the surface. Unwilling to face the possibilities of going back, Trito takes his chance to leave, starting a new life and feeling that it’s for the best if he doesn’t acknowledge it, though he missed his friends dearly.
Years later, Trito and Kinoga run into each other on the streets of Splatsville by chance, and the implications of them both being on the surface and alive hit them, having to carry the burden of leaving their loved ones behind and finding out the truth, knowing the other felt exactly the same, not knowing the fate of their squadmates and not wanting to think about the possibility of them being gone. They have a tearful reunion about it, and set up a meet later, to sit down and really talk, and get into a brief argument when the topic of returning to the domes comes up. Trito’s in disbelief that Kinoga never went back down to check on the rest of their squad, wanting them to have been a better person than him, who was too cowardly to do so. Eventually they do reconcile, and end up at Trito’s place to hook up, where the above comic takes place :]
#my art#my ocs#splatoon#suggestive#trito#kinoga#aaahhhhhh this is finally done!!!!#a small drabble turned into a sketch turned into a full fledged rendered comic. blowing up#in any case I hope people enjoy this as much as I do…they are so everything to me#splatoon ocs#I have so many thoughts about these two that I could not articulate in a tumblr post. they miss each other so so much#its about the. I’ve known your body. and coming back after years and going oh…this is new…#there’s no context where trito would be able to reveal this to kinoga except for boning#only kinoga could look at it and immediately understand. sparing him the pain of explaining what happened and reliving it#if it had been anyone else he probably would have stopped them the moment the hand went under the sweater#but he’s just so so caught in the moment of the reunion. and the everything . Auughhhh#stealing this from a friend but theyve changed and they haven’t changed at all. I’m going to be ill#chest trauma#‘what if they explored each others bodies’ or whatever. okay#if it wasnt clear enough or implied trito and kimoga are octolings from the underground domes#nsft#oh and the. really long lore explanation <33 teehee#they are so so much#not partners but more than friends. secret third thing. guh#its about holding each other so tightly and physically for confirmation that they weren’t seeing things and that the other was Really There#like the fate of their friends not on their mind constantly and then it all comes flooding back and all of a sudden it opens the door#for finding the others and now they won’t have to go back and face the possibility alone#IM GOING TO BE SICK!!!!!!!!!!!!#this has got to be the most ive rambled in the tags I’ve just been rotatinf them with fado for the past barely a month and they are#tritonoga
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