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Genshin AU | 'How they met'
The day they meet each other... Haru stumble upon danger, luckily the Cat Bureau was passing by and saving her
The day Haru get saved and met the Bureau is also the day she got her vision. She immediately joins Baron and the others to Fontaine because she low at foods and a bit mess after the attack.
Haru has been with the Bureau about 4 years (They help her train using her new vision and also Haru being the good person she is easily become member of Cat Bureau)
(Also, I recreate this scene LMAO)
But instead of responding gentlemanly... Baron just silently judging her
Toto: "That's a bad decision, really."
#They are confused#panic internally#and Baron was thinking of his life decision at that moment#Toto was dissapointed#Baron lowkey flustered because he never got any love confession before#good for you baron#tho he mostly questioning if Haru is okay#the cat returns#tcr#tcr fanart#baron humbert von gikkingen#haru yoshioka#baron x haru#tcr toto#genshin au
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#idk HELP it was my first thought seeing the original#twt is really good for captioning posts w characters then Sometimes drawing it#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhjy#fantasy high junior year#baron from the baronies#riz gukgak#really big fan of the contact name too#it just fits guys idk do you see the vision#ann art
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i think i fell in love with zac oyama when he pulled this
#fantasy high spoilers#holyyyy shit i cheered#and hey. while im in the spoilers tag.#god damnit murph why did you roll so good (bad). we didnt get to see barons final form.#fantasy high#badger post#fhjy spoilers#fhjy
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Track list for Fig and the Cig Figs independently published Junior Year album (officially named “Infaethable”)
Teenage Rebellion
Night Yorb (a heavy metal banger)
Summer Scaries
Devils Nectar
Time Quangle (a love song about Ayda)
Multiclass (Gorgug sings on this!)
The Ballad Of Lucy Frostblade (Kristen was the one who convinced Fig to write this)
So Late, So Tactical
Do You Have A Fucking Warrant
Cassandra (Can You Hear Me)
Hall Of Mirrors
President Applebees (written entirely in the night after Kristen gets elected by a drunk Fig with extremely drunk notes by Kristen)
Raging For Love (inspired by Gorgug, of course)
The Elven Oracle (Has A Day Job) (So Stop Bothering Her)
Maximum Legend
Fury Of The Ball
Cursed
Infaethable
The Bad Kids
#i neeeeed fig to go indie it’s her destiny#she promises each of them that she’ll dedicate at least one song to them and then dedicates a track to each of them individually#sklondas seething a tiny bit that she called riz the ball but he won’t stop playing it so it keeps getting stuck in her head#adaine summons mephits to help with her track#you can hear her in the background near the end yelling ‘yeah!’ and ‘fuck off!’#fabian wanted his to sound like a shanty but fig said it wouldn’t go with the vibe of the album#they eventually compromised by having the noise of waves and seagulls subtly in the background throughout#kristen actually cried the first time fig played the ballad of lucy frostblade for them#summer scaries sounds like an olivia rodrigo song#gorgug gets a sick drum solo in raging for love#time quangle opens with fire crackling and a bird cawing and a quiet clip of ayda saying ‘I love you’ before the instrumental starts#fig stuck a quiet sound clip of gilear saying ‘oh fuck’ and then a louder sound clip of her saying ‘oh fuck!’ in cursed#devils nectar is one of the slower tracks on the album#hall of mirrors is heavily inspired by the events at evil mordred and baron so you can hear a lot of influences from baronesian music in it#fig has a fucking sick as hell guitar solo and a couple of samples from just the bottomless pit in general in infaethable#Gorthalax also gets some lyrical input on it#fig manages to get a clip of riz saying ‘the ball bitch!’ to kalvaxus in freshman year to put in fury of the ball#is this too long for an album? maybe but who cares I love this#a good portion of the profits made from the album goes towards college for the party#having thoughts about fig and the cig fig’s Junior year album#autism (mads) speaks#fantasy high#fhjy#fig faeth#fantasy high junior year#dimesnion 20#d20 fantasy high#fig and the cig figs
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hey wandersong fans. do you ever think about the baron. how, in so little time, wandersong clearly establishes four things: one, the baron fucked up an Entire Town. two, he did it trying to bring that town happiness, because it was once His community. three, hes kiwis father. four, they do not recognize each other.
do you ever think about how profoundly sad that is? the baron, presumably already estranged from his community, decided to try and bring it joy. he abandoned his wife and child to do so. he spent years, decades, even, working on his factory, his toys. but the factory fails. the community comes together, rallied by a bard he does not know, to tell him that hes done them wrong. that hes done something downright evil, even. he looks at a determined community he does not recognize, and backs down. he goes home to his wife, their child nowhere to be seen. thats to be expected, after decades. they must be an adult now.
and kiwi...ohhh the ways the baron parallels kiwi...the both of them, estranged from the communities they live in, doing whatever they can to bring the people around them joy, but its never enough. theyre never Part of the community. so they leave, on their own journey. one to save the world, one to save the town. and they fail! theyre not the heroes of their stories, no matter how hard they try. but kiwi went out making friends on their journey. kiwi has miriam to lift them up and help them out. the baron has no one, not anymore.
#LOVEEE how wandersong has The Chosen Hero. but ALSO theres several people trying to Be heroes and their success varies GREATLY.#baron kiwi miriam the spell squad and ofcourse audrey off the top of my head.#and the ones with the most success are the ones who make Friends and build Communities rather than working toward a nebulous 'good'#like yeah kiwis Overall goal is the save the world. but they Regularly put it on hold to do seemingly unnecessary tasks#which are Critical to not just their quest but the Communities they interact with. kiwi Brings People Together.#UGHHHH and the way kiwis mom Knows the baron is kiwis dad......but he doesnt accept visitors until his factory is disrupted.....#do you think its a sore point. do you think the knowledge that kiwis dad is Right There but doesnt want to see them is smth kiwi represses.#bc we know kiwi has a repression problem!! MIRIAM has to pry their fuckin feelings out of them with a crowbar!!!!!!!!!!!!!#snidge rambles#wandersong#wandersong kiwi#wandersong bard#wandersong baron#baron wandersong#kiwi wandersong#bard wandersong#holy shit do u think the baron was the one who used to commune with the overseer.#bc the spirit world looks Just Like his factory.#thats how kiwis mom learned it? she learned it from him???
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this movie is unbearably funnyyyyy the way they stomp their feet in sync holy fuck
#and the repeat of sanji's ''he is an idiot'' joke#so good#video#baron omatsuri#also this look on usopp is the best hes ever looked#thank you for everything perfect movie
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Draxum hadn't accounted for the fact that when he gave four hatchling turtles the DNA of a human being in order to give them greater intelligence, he would effectively be making himself a surrogate father to actual children, with wildly different needs.
When he sent his gargoyles to obtain a sample of DNA from Big Mama's prized warrior, the intention was to create his own. They were to be the prototypes for an army of simple creatures with just enough heightened intelligence to learn combat and follow commands, that he might defend Yokai kind with.
Instead, he quickly discovered the integration of human DNA had been a little over successful in allowing his test subjects to learn and think and feel in a civilized manner, going so far as to override some of their natural instincts as turtles that would otherwise allow them to learn to care for themselves. He had to feed them, by hand, with bottles.
Like infants.
They were easily distraught by unfamiliar things, and quickly became dependent on Draxum in every sense of the word. They babbled, they cried, they explored things with their hands, their tails, their mouths.
It was an unplanned adjustment needed to be made, but no matter. If anything, learning to understand the new hybrid emotions of these turtles would allow Draxum greater advantages when they grew enough to safely learn combat. Preferences, likes and dislikes, needs, diet, and so on, all became more complex areas of study.
Even a couple years in, he found himself continually surprised. Brain scans had shown that the turtles were more intelligent, still, than anticipated. They, truly, seemed more human in mind and function than anything else, with only some base instincts and behaviors left to influence their personalities. They retained many reptilian traits, but overall had the bipedal anatomy and function of humans and some Yokai. It had been an infuriating discovery at first, but Draxum had to admit that over time he became fond of it.
Each turtle had developed his own personality. The eldest, for example, had a love of plush toys, and showed a fierce protective instinct over the others. The youngest, Draxum had learned, was contrastedly reckless and excitable, not nearly so reserved or gentle as the first. Additionally, he was, decidedly, to be kept away from any and every writing utensil unless under strict supervision (unfortunately, this was learned a little too late, as was evidenced by the clear markings left in several work benches). Then, of course, were the slider and the softshell, who had the most bizarre relationship. They were constantly fighting with each other, but utterly inseparable, and each showed an incredible and unique curiosity, constantly exploring and watching and studying, with concentration filling their eyes in ways Draxum had never seen in other children so young.
Embarrassingly, it took another couple years before Draxum realized he couldn't simply refer to them by their species' names. It certainly was effective, but they were not the mild, simple creatures he had once expected them to be, and he knew that they never would.
Now, they were vocal, playful, inquisitive... energetic. By the gods, were they energetic. They never stopped moving, never stopped talking, never stopped eating, never stopped wanting or needing.
...This is why Draxum never had children of his own. It took all the time and energy he had to spare, and then some. Although it would be a lie to say he wished they were any other way.
They had so much capacity to learn, and with their emotional propensity could one day come to understand exactly why Draxum was doing this, which he knew would be an edge in their combative styles.
As he introduced them, slowly, to more of the world's culture and knowledge, he felt, in a new way, that their very existences were revolutionary. A perfect, synergistic unity between two entirely different families of genetic material, with numerous enhanced abilities. And they were children. They maintained all the properties of regular children, but had so much more in store! Such grand destinies! They would be, inarguably, the greatest warriors of their time when they were grown. They would be the compassionate, skillful heroes of all Yokai, the first of a new generation of super mutants, and the key to overcoming the evils of the humans who had overtaken the surface and posed such threat to all who lived below.
It was with great reluctance that he allowed himself to accept, however, that not all of mankind was evil. There were many forms of art, beautiful in different ways, there were some rare people filled with kindness, inventions that utilized resources in ways Yokai kind had never thought to. Perhaps he had been a little stubborn in his ways, a bias cementing over time that blinded him to some of the beauty that did yet exist in such a species.
Make no mistake, humans were a threat. Innocent families lived in fear, in hiding, of the governments and ruthless sciences designed to invade, to blaspheme the name of knowledge, with no regard for the safety of this people.
Draxum could live with being an outlaw to the Yokai if his experiments would lead to their salvation. He may be their villain in today's papers, but in history books he would be a hero.
Still, he wished to amend some of his practices. Even if only to his turtles, he would be known for his ability to change and understand. He would be fair, and he would be truthful.
And so it was that he told the turtles the nature of their existence. Perhaps he muted some of the details, to protect their minds until they had more understanding, but he would not lie to them about their DNA. He told them of Lou Jitsu, and their human genetics, and he begrudgingly allowed them access to the culture of the humans. He would let them choose their interests unbiased.
In the process, he came to know of some of the revolutionaries of human history. Though he wasn't particularly inclined to believe there were no evils involved, he was intrigued by the strange moral code that the humans boasted from their different time periods. The turtles, as well, were fascinated by the stories of war heroes and generals, seamstresses and inventors, artists and royalty.
Initially, when it came time to redesignate his turtles, Draxum had been inclined toward the names of those whose legacies persisted in the humans' culture even today- perhaps a president for the slider, a scientist for the softshell, a great general for the snapper, and an artist for the young box turtle. It seemed, somehow, clandestinely right; carefully considered to exemplify each of their personalities.
And although he had begun to get used to the possibility of names like "Monroe" and "Edison", his indecision on the matter seemed to be working against him. He was taking too long, and the boys were growing smarter.
It was a day in August, later that year, that he found his two youngest arguing over a Renaissance book, oddly enough. The elder two took to a game of knocking "secret patterns" on each other's carapaces, which he dismissed before he could allow himself the confusion that came with wondering why a five year old would want to knock on a spiked shell for fun.
After breaking up the fight and confiscating the book (which, as it turned out, the youngest only wanted because it had pictures in it, much to the chagrin of the other, who insisted that reading it was much better than just looking at the pictures), Draxum found himself idly flipping through pages of rustic images and rudimentary ideas, developed by people with strange names.
Maybe he was simply too tired to consider it properly, but, feeling defeated in his endeavor, he chose four names at random and assigned them to the young turtles, deciding it had been long enough.
It took a while to get used to, but soon "Raphael", "Leonardo", "Donatello", and "Michaelangelo" truly fit.
Over time, the boys grew... ravenous. They devoured everything- food, information, technique. They were learning quickly everything Draxum taught them. They practiced with Huginn and Muninn, leapt up, around, over, and through everything in the lab, and took special interest in action-filled films.
And Draxum grew fonder. He wasn't entirely surprised, of course; it's natural to develop some sense of sentimentality when caring for anything this long. Even if they had been the simple minded turtles he expected, he knew this was inevitable, to a degree.
What startled him was the sudden sense of fear that came with watching them train. The alarm that made his heart beat harder when one of them fell from somewhere high or any time they ran simple drills with weapons not blunted and made from wood.
He subtly began to intensify their defensive strategies, taught them where they were most vulnerable so they could protect those spots, insisted on perfecting their abilities to parry, block, and dodge before anything else.
And, over time, he found himself training them less often than before, thinking, "I must preserve their innocence and prolong their childhood experiences". After all, it was an essential part of development, was it not? If it were tarnished too much, they might become unwise or unjust as warriors. And, really, Raphael was only 8 years old, and he was the eldest; they were much too young to be exposed to the harshness of what their combative training was really for.
He told himself that, time and time again. He told them that, making certain they understood that their training was not a game. It wasn't untrue, certainly.
Really, he just wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to admit to what extent he cared about them, because it was too much. It was more than he could ever have been prepared for. It was more than that passion to protect Yokai kind ever was, and if he ever realized that, he might become the compromise to his own purposes, to the very reason these turtles exist this way to begin with, and then what? What was he to tell them, why was he to train them, who did they exist for if not the inhabitants of the Hidden City?
No. He couldn't do that. He simply would not allow it, not when so much was at stake.
And yet...
More and more often he desired simply to watch them. He was growing weary with worry, and with that tight feeling that arose in his chest each time one of his boys so much as frowned.
Raphael loved to carry his brothers on his shoulders. And he prided himself on being the big brother, in every way. He liked repeating instructions Draxum gave to the others, and tended to play caretaker anytime someone was sad, or had a bruised knee. He often played the "bad guy" in their made up games so the younger ones could "win", he was the mediator in big decisions, like what book they should read before bed, and he seemed always ready with an armful of stuffed animals when he wanted to express affection. So strong, incredibly strong, but soft spoken and sweet.
Leonardo adored Raphael. Just as Raphael did Draxum, Leonardo liked to imitate and repeat instructions. He tended to take charge in many of their childish endeavors, and had a propensity for dramatics and heroism, often pretending to rescue his brothers. This seemed to irritate Donatello to no end, unless he was also playing the hero, and often times he was. The two were usually glued to the hip, though Leonardo liked to make a point to tell all his brothers about everything that went on, and would take a movie night with the three of them over a one on one outing with Draxum any day. He was exuberant and joyous, and very driven by the concept of justice.
Donatello, similarly, seemed to care very dearly about maintaining a bond with all three of his brothers, but he was peculiar, often more reserved and enjoying his alone time. That child read and read like he might never get a chance to again, and he absorbed what he read like a sponge. Quite a few times Draxum found him pulling apart whatever he could get his hands on, and though an effort was made, there was no hiding place the boy couldn't discover in his quest for Draxum's tools. In spite of his quizzical, sometimes stoic nature, Donatello was sensitive, and very thoughtful. He would spend hours talking about his books and his ideas- some of which were very clever- and he was expressive in secondary ways- sitting nearer his brothers even without interacting, crafting things out of paper as gifts. Even the little heart-shaped mark on the back of his soft shell seemed a fitting part of him- he wore his heart on his sleeve, so to speak, and didn't even realize it.
And Michaelangelo. There was an innocence and joy and goodness about the smallest turtle that had struck Draxum. Even when he was younger he always wore a smile and liked to see the good side of things. And he idolized his brothers. With him had grown his creative inclinations, filling every colouring book, drawing on every wall, and absolutely plastering the other turtles with stickers. They were a pain to wash off, but Draxum couldn't bring himself to mind it, especially given the elder three always loved their baths. Ironically, it seemed Michealangelo did not, enjoying it only under specific circumstances. Heat, bubble bath, and bath toys had quickly become a necessity. So too did bath crayons, the need to express himself coming through even when bathing. Everything about the ornate box turtle was bright and colourful.
Draxum... loved them. Dearly. Every facet of their personalities and growth. Every unique trait and behavior.
It was terrifying. He couldn't afford to love them. He couldn't afford to see any more goodness in the humanity they showed. He couldn't afford to change his goals right now.
So he continued disregarding the feeling, trying to reason that everything he did for them was to nurture their instincts as warriors, as science experiments, as specimen.
But a pained scream one day, different from any of the ones he heard when they were frightened as infants, when one of them tripped and fell, when a spat led to hitting, sent his heart into his throat and had him racing through doorways with more urgency than he had felt for anything before.
He had demanded an explanation, panic translating to perceived anger, and three of his boys looked up with teary eyes. Three, but Donatello remained curled up on the ground, wailing his little heart out without ever looking up, and it was one of the most heart wrenching, painful sounds Draxum'd ever heard.
Raphael sat not far from the smaller boy, looking over his shoulder seemingly at nothing, at Donatello, then up at Draxum and back again. Both Leonardo and Michaelangelo burst into frantic, panicked explanations, none of their words coherent enough to understand through their tears.
When Raphael stood, exposing red-tipped spikes on his shell and pointing frantically to Donatello's, it didn't take long to figure out well enough what had happened.
It became quickly a very long day. All four turtles were distraught, and though Draxum had more than enough first aid knowledge to address the situation, bile had threatened to rise the very moment he pulled out the suture kit.
The cuts were deep, and jagged. And poor Donatello cried the entire time, even after a numbing agent had been applied.
Draxum had never thought that in depth about Donatello's soft shell. Not like that. He chose a softshell for the experiment because it would provide greater flexibility, greater agility. It gave an advantage that the hard-shelled turtles did not have.
Now, here... The soft carapace, spongy and leathery and bloody...
It was an accident. Of course it was, Draxum never doubted that. He had to assure that none of his boys were in trouble, no one was in trouble, no one had done anything wrong.
But for the first time he had to be honest with himself. For the first time he couldn't deny how much he cared about the turtles. His turtles. His boys.
He wouldn't, either. If this was what it was, if this was something that could happen again because he insisted on making them into warriors, into fighters- if this could happen on purpose, if this could happen worse, if this could happen with malice and hatred in mind...
Draxum wasn't unused to physical affection, by now. All four boys adored hugs, although Donatello was usually more reserved about them. Now, Donatello clung like his life depended on it, sniffling and whimpering, having cried so long he had no more tears. Draxum clung back, idly smoothing over the edges of the bandages, holding the frightened, exhausted turtle to his chest, cradling.
He did so until well after Donatello fell asleep. He couldn't bring himself to put him down. He accompanied the others to bed, assuring them once more that things were alright, and then simply stood in the walkway, holding his boy tightly.
He couldn't do this. He couldn't go through with it. They were children, every bit as innocent and deserving as the Yokai he wished to avenge and protect. He could train them, prepare them to protect themselves, but he could never send them into battle, ask them to put their lives on the line, much less demand it.
How could he?
It took months of processing, of agonizing his way through the healing process with Donatello, of watching the other boys proving their humanity, their curiosity, and their innocence time and time and time again. His mind was constantly at war with itself, his heart constantly in turmoil and distress, worsened by the turtles' confusion at his sudden change in behavior.
What was even worse was that they would.
They would absolutely sacrifice everything they had for his approval, and for what they understood as "right". He could see them, easily, being willing to submit their very lives to a greater cause if he asked it.
But was he "right"? Even if this experiment had gone exactly as planned, was he right for ever considering putting these turtles into the station of a warrior? Even if they had remained turtles in mind, if they never expressed complex emotion, if they could not speak, if they did not have distinct and colourful personalities, would it have been right?
Was what he saw in them now what they would have been at heart, regardless of circumstance?
Or was it the humanity, that he stole from Lou Jitsu?
Perhaps... perhaps it was time to learn. To consider the root of his motivations.
He couldn't do this to them.
How could he?
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise donnie#rise leo#rise raph#rise mikey#baron draxum#rise draxum#rottmnt fanfiction#whump#blood mention#rise lou jitsu#lou jitsu#(only mentioned)#to be honest with you I wrote this on a whim and i don't even really know why I felt inclined to#but I really like it#maybe i just needed to get some thoughts and feelings out#and I think this'd make a REALLY cool AU idea#would anyone want to see more?#if there were interest I think this'd be a lot of fun#lou jitsu stayed with big mama in her Battle Nexus and never met Draxum face to face#Draxum kept the turtles and He's A Good Dad Actually By Accident#he slowly learns to love the turtles like a real father and even to appreciate a bit of humanity through them#and when he finally realizes that he starts questioning his beliefs and morivations#he decides not to make the turtles his warriors because they're his KIDS#and the idea moving forward is that he would find Lou Jitsu and learn about humanity#Lou in turn would have developed a hatred for yokai because of his Bad Times as an unwilling warrior#and we get a whole mess of changed roles and bizarre moral conflicts#threw in the Raph Accidentally Hurt Donnie's Soft Shell When They Were Kids trope#that's a good one hehe
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GLOW aired 6 years ago today June 23 / 2017
#glow#glow netflix#betty gilpin#alison brie#kate nash#marc maron#chris lowell#sydelle noel#britney young#britt baron#gayle rankin#kia stevens#jackie tohn#i miss them everyday#always a good day to say fuck you netflix#*glow
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doodles based off of @rainbowstargazerlilies mechanisms x tma crossover fic!!! this fic has become known as my Autism Bible and is driving me up a wall insane. i love gay people
#NOT TO MENTION. MARIUS ALTER.#he’s been losing his mind for real life. we need to keep reading and speedrun this#but god it’s soooo so good. I’ll get you for it though. but it’s really good. but I’ll get you#art#the mechanisms#the mechs#the mechs fanart#the mechanisms fanart#inspector lyf#lyfrassir edda#baron marius von raum#marius von raum#violinspector#now we are derailed
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Feyd Rautha & Baron Harkonnen- ME AND THE DEVIL
#listen i cant keep working on this#its done now lmaooo#its NOT good ok#but i didnt have a lot of footage to work with feyd is like barely in the movie#baron harkonnen#feyd rautha#please im begging you do not come for the subtitle font i had no options i stg they all sucked i made the best of the situation at hand!!!!#dune 2#dune#feyd rautha harkonnen#austin butler#feydbaron#i love my war criminal bf may his uncle rot eternally for his crimes </3#stellan skarsgard#cant forget to tag the legend himself
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lmao if you're a mourn watch (and possibly other urban-ish based backgrounds too I'm not sure?) mage, when you get the scene with strife coming to pick up emmrich for their date (bless) and he says that 'the thing about your friend is that for a city mage, he isn't afraid to play in the mud' thing, rook puts up the faux big wounded eyes and protests 'hey, I'm a city mage! 🥺'. (to which strife says 'well we can't all be perfect' and stone cold walks away. king. have fun out there with the lightning bugs and your lanky fancylad I've seen his fully unleashed rizz in action and you're a lucky guy <3<3<3)
#who the companions decide to go to for romantic advice amongst each other is unhinged and hilarious and I love every single one of them#you know lucanis personally and have seen his game unfold and decided this is the guy who'll know just what to do. amazing!#dragon age#dragon age: the veilguard#emmrich x strife#dragon age: the veilguard spoilers#dragon age spoilers#strife dragon age#emmrich volkarin#rye making careful notes: lucanis NOT into bejeweled skulls. struck from list of ideas for wintersend presents#focus in on 'wyvern - knife - coffee - cooking' nexus of interests and I think we'll be good. maybe a book#(he had been considering presenting him with zara's skull specifically but decided to err on the side of caution after this#and not go for it. one cannot always trust one's own kneejerk romantic instinct when one grows up in a crypt around a bunch#of cheery academic goths. rye may keep baron van markham on his mantelpiece but the instinct is apparently not universal)#communication is important in a relationship! ask your significant other if he wants preserved body parts of his targets around the house#skull statues around his estate not conclusive enough evidence to work from that was probably put there before he was born#and he's from a long line of different kind of edgelords to your brand. cross cultural dating holds many hazards#but nothing that cannot be navigated by honesty and good communication and the power of love#rye is not afraid to play in the mud as such but he IS very bad at it. he grew up doing necropolis crypt baby parkour#out in the wilds davrin is frequently still shaking his head at how this weird indoor kid is still alive and saving him from scrapes#varric and rye handshake meme 'why is the outdoors. like this tho'
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Feral Baron?
#totally not a madman#or madcat#if you are my fav thats mean I will either hurt you and made you miserable or make you insane af#/hj#actually /srs#lmao#I just realizeed I keep doing this to my fav#just because#good for you Baron#tho I think he won't hesitated to do this in canon#the cat returns#baron humbert von gikkingen#studio ghibli#tcr#tcr fanart
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Felt like drawing marius, but it didn't turn out how i hoped.
Though i changed how i draw hair? At least im trying to, and i used a different eye shape as well.
#the mechanisms#the mechs#@chaotic man named oliver#gay immortal space pirate band my beloved<3#them🧡#digital art#own art#the mechanisms art#baron marius von raum#marius von raum#hes truly a comfort character for some reason? he looks like he gives the best hugs#and when hes not trying to kill you- hes trying to make you laugh by being the most silly guy ever#i have emotions 'bout em and they're all good
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preview of what i am workin on. . .. no you have not been violently transported back into 2014 but yes these ARE feastings pixel edits here's fig & baron cause they look the best so far TeeHee
#fantasy high#baron from the baronies#fig faeth#'why would you post instead of just waiting till you have them all'#good question . it's that i have adhd and my brain wants to do it. NEOW#artposting#swear tae fuck you used to be able to post these without it getting Wrecked#but unfortunately whatever secret wisdom i knew at 15 in ye olde 2014#has gone…
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This is Mimi she is looking for a home would you like to adopt her or you can even play with her! She is like an emotional support pet!
[I.D. A simplistic drawing of a white mouse, her head in the air, in a purple box labeled box. Above her are the words "You have seen the boxtrolls... but have you seen the mouse in the box" End I.D.]
[I.D. Draxum holds the mouse near his face and says "I'm gonna eat it lol". He leans forward slightly with a smile. Mikey screams "Nooooo!" in response, an angry yet tearful expression on his face. End I.D.]
Draxum would most likely not eat a living mouse, he just likes messing with the turtles lol. To be fair they do it a lot more to him.
@tmntaucompetition
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#minor interference au#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt mikey#michelangelo hamato#image described#rottmnt fanart#my art#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt competition#draxum: dont worry i would never eat a live mouse#mikey: good#draxum: i usually only eat mice if i absolutely have to and even then they're better after they're de- why are you crying more#(is this commitment to the bit or has draxum eaten mice before? you decide!)
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ok wait why is this recent ep actually fucking terrifying i did not expect it to be this scary
#i mean i am a wimp so that prob factors into it#but like JESUS#i’m only halfway too#but like jesus christ the vibes are HORRIFYING#in a good way but also scary#i don’t think the nightmare forest even scared me this much#when gulsom’s footsteps thundered after them in adaines room#my heart fucking JUMPED#nightmare forest didn’t do that shit to me#and when fabian revealed himself to be possessed by baron????? FUCK#AND THEN ADAINE#idk whose next im still halfway#but i’m SCARED BRO#this ep has a very specific vibe to it that i can’t like#describe#but it’s very good and also horrifying and scary#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fantasy high junior year spoilers#fhjy spoilers#fhjy#barons game?? fuck you bitch boy
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