#good expansion

[attaladydraws]

Finished the first half (?) of Heavensward today and I did start with a few quests of the second half but didn’t get that far in, and I want to put down my thoughts somewhere so! HW rambles and things I’ve noticed down below the read more section.

Heavensward spoilers for ff14 ahead! And lots and lots of rambling

I’ll say it right off the bat but I enjoyed HW a lot! It’s already such a big step-up from ARR. While I could see the potential for build-ups in the writing in late ARR (mostly the second half), I feel like the writing team was able to further develop and just really live their ideas on what ff14 should be about in this section, and that with a lot more confidence. Of course, it’s nearly not perfect.

There’s some story beats that felt a little brushed over to me, or rather rushed through. Mainly Raubahn’s part of the story, rescuing him from execution and then him being re-appointed as general. The final cutscene from ARR (the ‘asassination’, the betrayals through the Crystal Braves, the flight through the waterways, losing the Scions and escape), gave the happenings in Ul’Dah a lot of weight, it felt to me like they were building up to something big. But then it was kind of just resolved without deeper consequences? Wasn’t our escape to Ishgard meant to be because people were on our asses? I’ll have to think about it a little more, perhaps I’m missing something here, too. Anyhow.

The music. Stepping into Ishgard was magical. When that theme started to play at the Foundation, I stopped and simply listened. And then moving over to the pillars and it turns from this orchestral ode to the people of Ishgard surviving through the cold to this gentle piece in another key and man. They already sold me there. Goosebumps. Heavensward’s music is very good. Many orchestral pieces which is exactly my jam because if there’s one thing I love then it’s leitmotifs reimagined in many epic ways.

The voice acting. I believe the studio changed after ARR and while it took a little to get used to a few voices, I think they’re all rather fitting. I do miss Urianger’s old voice a little bit, but I think it still fits. Might have to see and hear a little more from the old man (or is he? He must be of middle-age, please do not let him be a twenty-something year old guy, Cid already shook me. I refuse to believe that man is only in his thirties)

I was very surprised by the size of the maps and how flight was unlocked. Sometimes more of a hassle, sometimes less, but I’m glad that they made that option available with story progression and a few quests. I never really felt like things were going too slowly, the pace was just right. I did enjoy the maps and will have to explore them some more. I have yet to unlock the raid series for HW so… time to figure out where to unlock that. Can I even unlock those?

I have a new favorite primal and its name is Bismarck. I mean, flying island-eating whale. That’s kinda sick

I’m terrified of Ravana. To be more precise: his mechanics. For some reason his duty fight felt more stressful to me than any of the current raids. I’m even more afraid of what the Extreme Duty will be. I do not want to rejoice in the glory of combat, I want to go home.

A little sad that we didn’t get to see Alisae yet! I thought we’d see her after ARR but apparently not

Alphinaud must be protected at all costs. I think I can say with confidence that he’s my favorite character of the main cast right now. Anytime he’s on screen I want to squish his cheeks so badly. The boy is trying so hard to make it right by everyone, trying to amend his mistakes. But he’s also just a boy and I think, someday, it’ll bite him that he takes so much on his platter. From my understanding, he’s the type of character to constantly beat himself up over past mistakes and how he could have been better, and how that very much becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy when he fails in any given situation that’s out of his control. Like failing to save someone from death. Speaking of…

Haurchefant. I’m still upset. I should have seen it coming, of course they’re gonna kill that one unconditionally loyal soul who’s happy to see you every time. He was your personal hype man! I didn’t know what to think of him at the beginning, thought he would be one of the many stern leading figures you’d meet along the way and then forget as you carried along. But then I heard his voice for the first time. Such whimsy in this man, I forgot I was in the middle of some game-of-thrones-themed house dispute when I landed in Coerthas back in ARR. Not what I was expecting. Neither did I expect to get attached in such a short time. Man. I’m still making that fanart, I don’t care.

Iceheart. I thought her end to be a little abrupt, not too sure how to feel about it? As if something was missing. She was a good mirror to Estinien and I liked their dynamic, liked how they questioned each other. Put two morally skewed characters together in a room and see what comes out of it. I think her arc made sense, and I think it’s good to see other characters outside of the WoL who have the Echo, but aren’t necessarily ‘good’

If I had a nickel for each time I had to slap a possession out of a character, I’d have two nickels. We had Thancred and his evil:tm: ark, now we gotta slap a grumpy ass dragon out of our dragoon

Did Estinien really just walk around in a blood-drenched armor for days? Does this man not shower or is dragon blood just extra hard to get rid of. Is Estinien canonically a stinky boy? Find out next time on ff14

A thought about Estinien and a bit of a personal theory/observation, I’m not sure how true that rings, but that’s what I got from his character: It’s sad to see that that he loses control as soon as he’s feeling something that’s not running on this constant drive of high and intense emotions. Estinien appears aloof and is confident in his control - over himself, over the eye. And he’s very driven. When he killed Niddhog and ripped the dragon’s eye out, there was this expression of his. Not joy, but something adjacent? Something extreme, more ecstatic and likely very triumphant in the moment, because that bloody dragon was the root to not just all of his problems, but the entire nation’s and he was finally getting rid of it after so many years. Wouldn’t that be the perfect moment to get possessed? Apparently not, because I believe the man is also deeply paranoid. And through that paranoia, he creates his guard and thus gains his control. He’s so focused on the might of that very much pissed-off Wyrm and what it could do were it to latch onto the wrong person, that he doesn’t even allow himself but a sliver of respite. Other pieces of the puzzle weren’t also really fitting together (the location of Nidhogg’s second eye, recent revelations about Ishgard’s history, the Holy See), so even if Nidhogg was dead, he still could not rest. And so he carried on. Until finally the second eye of Nidhogg was secured and the big crisis averted. Everything comes to an end. His first moment of relief in years, decades even. But a sliver. And then his guard was down.

Also why in tarnation are the Ascians on the moon. What is happening. Don’t tell me but. What a change of scenery, huh

And what is up with Urianger I haven’t forgotten about that cutscene oh nonono you’re not getting rid of me that easily

The Vault is a very pretty dungeon. That is all. I love church settings and dramatic lighting

Krile is wonderful I like her already. Cool aunt vibes. Poor Alphinaud is going through it

Thancred, you need a shave buddy. That slight suggestion of a goatee isn’t doing it for you. I’m sorry, man

Tasteful squirrel placement.

[commandertartarsmoocher]

Who is ready for The Grand Festival ?

Hey, wait a minute... who invited this guy?

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[egophiliac]

me: okay, I did the 350k points thing ONCE for pink Last Note Hayate, I'm never ever in a million years going to do it aga --

dkmn: blue digimon Fralio :)

me: oh DAMNIT

(I did eventually get the card too, even though trying to pull him felt basically like...)

[natypinkns]

mem cakes

[gofishygo]

the contrast between deadf1sh in their first promo art from octo expansion compared to the bankara walker teasers... am so mentally unwell

LIKE--- the colour around them ??!?!?! how the windows indicate they are finally on the surface and no longer trapped ?!?!?!? the plants that symbolise life as contrast to the original trailer for side order and the lack of life in their og art ??!?! the softer colour pallette compared to the harsher octo one, where red is much more prominent!?!?!?!

and the light in their eyes and the subtle unsure expression as they start to adapt to having music as a hobby instead of it consuming them. and how they represent that in how they take off the glasses and put the headphones to the side.... and their piercings !!!!!!!! acht went outside and talked to other inkfish got those themself, as a form of self expression, without having to be influenced by octarian society or the likes of kamabo co...

theyre finally beginning to learn what it is to be living again, and learning to be safe, and learning to goof around again...... im so okay im good trust i promise

[froggtogs]

older lumi drawings

[growth-opportunities]

You signed up for a yoga class, but didn’t realize it’s yoga specialized for busty women

Another one that got away from me! Took the prompt in a slightly different direction than you probably intended, but I don't think you'll mind too much. Enjoy!

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The moment Lana opened the door to the classroom, she froze, an embarrassed warmth flaring on her cheeks and down the back of her neck. A cautionary voice rang out inside her mind: I don't belong here. I don't belong here. Her eyes scanned the room and, everywhere she looked, there were plush, soft curves. The two women chatting in one corner of the room stood feet apart from each other and yet the space between them was almost entirely filled with soft flesh. A woman near the front stretched her arms above her head and more tit spilled out of the collar and arms of her sports bra than Lana had on the entirety of her chest. Lana's girlfriend sported an impressive pair herself, but it wasn't until now that Lana's A cups made her feel small, staring at a room of women whose sports bra could fit her own head multiple times over. She shifted the rolled-up mat on her hip, nervously adjusting the strap of her slightly unnecessary, steel grey sports bra, and started to-

"Oh, you must be Lana! Caroline's girlfriend, right?"

Shit.

Lana's heart leapt into her throat as her exit was halted, cringing that someone had noticed her at all. She looked up to see someone bouncing towards her, instinctively assuming her to be the instructor. The lavender sports bra (which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be two sports bras) struggled to hold back the gigantic breasts that bounced towards her. Each one was big enough for Lana to use as a pillow, covering an impressive and intimidating portion of the instructor's torso. Lana wanted to run, but her legs wouldn't move. All she could do was watch, entranced, as the woman sloshed towards, her, the tight red ponytail swishing behind her head. Her smile seemed genuine, at least, as she extended a hand towards Lana. "I'm Veronica; I teach the class."

A polite response mumbled its way out of Lana, the 'new student' reaching out and taking Vernoica's hand. The moment she did, though, the world blurred around her before being blocked by a vast sea of softness. Lana's head, now buried in Veronica's cleavage, swam as soft flesh surrounded her, Veronica's athletic scent filling her lungs. She struggled but all that did was send ripples through the gargantuan bosom that held her captive. The hug ended as abruptly as it started, leaving Lana to catch her breath and attempt to straighten out her now-messy brown hair. A giggle shook Veronica's tits. "Sorry, I hope I didn't startle you. I'm a hugger, what can I say?"

Still reeling from the encounter with the largest tits that Lana had ever seen, she just nodded. "Y-yeah, uh, well, it's nice to meet you, but I should probably be going. I... I don't think this class is for me."

The instructor furrowed her brow, her head tilting to one side. "Leaving already? But you just got here! At least give one class a try! And you look super cute in that outfit, so you have to stay. Come on! It'll be fun!"

Veronica tried to take Lana's hand, but the smaller woman was faster, yanking it away. "No, really, I don't think I belong here. I'll tell Caroline Hi for you, but I think I should-"

Just as Lana tried to turn towards the door, Veronica's hand shot forward and slammed it shut, the loud sound drawing the attention of the half-dozen massively busty women scattered around the room. The feeling of smallness that plagued Lana since she entered the room compounded. Veronica's voice dropped down a few levels, gaining a husky, domineering quality that resonated deep into the core of Lana's body. "You're already signed up for the class, Lana. You should take it. What are you so worried about? Are you embarrassed because your girlfriend signed you up for the Big Titty Yoga class and didn't tell you?"

The retort that began to form in Lana's throat was immediately quashed as Veronica openly addressed the elephant (Or cow, rather) in the room. Lana's eyes filled with apprehension as she looked to Vernoica, her fear only growing at the way the instructor chuckled. "Oh, yes, your first instinct was right. It's not just coincidence that all the women in this class have massive chests." As Veronica talked, the other women gathered close, closing in on the small, slender woman, desperate to make herself even smaller under their gaze. Lana's heart skipped a beat as Veronica's hand grabbed her chin to keep her from looking away. "So, yeah, I suppose you don't qualify. Your little A cups are cute, but they don't really fit the class. Don't worry, though. We can fix that."

Lana opened her mouth to reply but her words were stifled as Caroline suddenly pulled up her sports bra and shoved a thumb-thick nipple between Lana's tits. The flow of milk was immediate and relentless, quickly bulging Lana's cheeks. Veronica pushed forward, trapping Lana against the door and making sure she couldn't pull away. "Relax, Lana. I promise you'll enjoy this. Just swallow." Every instinct she had was pulling Lana towards swallowing, but she fought as desperately as she could, right up until Veronica started pushing on Lana's throat, stroking downward, guiding her to swallow. Finally, getting short on air, Lana surrendered, milk rushing down her throat and into her tummy.

The women encircling the two of them grinned and tittered as Lana's eyes rolled back in her head. Her spine arched forward, pushing her chest out and drawing the sports bra tight over her breasts. And tighter. And tighter. And tighter. If Lana hadn't been guzzling milk like a starving calf, she'd have been able to notice the fact that her breasts had surged forward, pushing her sports bra to its limits. Tit spilled out underneath the strap, out from the collar, the fabric creaking as it did its damnedest to hold back the rising tide of breast. The sound of shredding elastic is what finally snapped Lana out of her trance, her hands moving up to her tits. Her tits. Her fingers sank into the doughy flesh, moaning around Veronica's nipple, feeling them spread her fingers wider by the moment. They grew softer, rounder, heavier, moving through cup sizes in the blink of an eye.

With a wet pop!, Veronica pulled her nipple (now slightly swollen) from Lana's mouth, leaving the newly busty woman gasping for air, ragged breaths clawing air into her lungs. She stared in awe at the massive breasts before her, still not able to fully accept that they were her own. Experimentally, she pinched and rolled one of the nipples, her thighs immediately slamming together as stimulation and pleasure wash through her body, a desperate moan trumpeting from her throat. Her legs weakened, Lana slid down the door, looking up wearily at Veronica, struggling to find her words.

"What... What did you do to me?!"

Veronica giggled, the same sweet laughter as before as if the last few minutes had been some sort of strange waking nightmare. "This is the Big Titty Yoga Class, so I gave you some Big Titties! Come on, let's get your mat set up. We're already running late. Don't worry. I know for a fact that Caroline is going to love them. She couldn't get enough of mine!"

[mikimeiko]

The Expanse | Season 2 (2017), Mark Fergus and Hawk Ostby

[starrymarii]

Side order 🐙

[kheprriverse]

Been playing gw2 a lot, hence my lack of consistent content, and finally decided to make a ref for one of my fav characters I made! Hydahlla, an Elementalist Sylvari.

Second image is my @plesbian's charr, Sorex. They made a blog for it on the spot though so you can check them out there if you want. I won't be making one though since I don't plan on posting gw2 content all that much but I wanted to show off this coz I really like how she turned out :)

But yeah getting her to lv80 and completing as much of the expansions as possible is what's been keeping me busy the past month or two (or three if you wanna count my first character). Taking a small break from the game though to get myself to draw more, and I AM still working on my comic stuff for the loz au.

[stillfruit]

happy october 31st, shibuya incident / gojo sealing day

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

this werewolf thing isn't so bad, once in a while

[pcktknife]

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW ABOUT THE TUPAC AND BIGGIE THING??? Ik their octo expansion clothes gave major black hip-hop/rap vibes but I never made the connection that’s so cool…albino black Pearl is real splatoon black lesbians are real <3

yep yep its never explicitly said but with off the hook being a rapper and dj, the producer(?) saying this, and their clothes its p obvious

[jakesgain34]

Hope yall enjoy me gaining, Help me get fatter on o.f. @jakethegainer