#i am smooching you . all over

[piowasthere]

PIO! DRAW GEMINI GIVING LUNAR A KISS ON THE CHEEK AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!

REEE-

i suppose i am now collecting souls in exchange for Lumini art mmmm, sounds fun

our poor boi getting harassed by kisses all day i don't think his processor can handle it

i have a lot of stuff i wanna do, so 3 crappy doodles is the best i can give rn lol

also first time drawing them separately, wooo! that was not fun!

[kindahoping4forever]

Two worlds collided and they could never, ever tear us apart

[mo-ok]

30 Sentai Encyclopedia

[tswwwit]

I know Bill's the big bad demon everyone is afraid of and he will protect his husband at all costs (when no one's looking), but I think it's also worth mentioning that Dipper, even being the dorky, squishy human that he is, also cares about his dumb demon hubby and wants to keep him safe, even if it annoys Bill, and really, he doesn't need protecting the way Dipper does. He isn't going to puff out his chest and get in someone's face like some macho man, but I think Dipper knee-jerk reaction when Bill's in "danger" isn't to just shrug because he's an all-powerful demon who can handle it. If a blast that could level a whole town was aimed at Bill's head (for him, this just means a bad hair day and a new body), Dipper's immediate impulse is to push him out of the way or defend him against whatever wants to kill his familiar. Because he's not thinking "Bill could literally end this match in .3 seconds." He's thinking "if you touch even one hair on that asshole's head, I'm going to knock yours clean off your shoulders." I don't know what the point even is in this post, just that Dipper is this nerdy, unassuming guy who ends up being viciously protective under the right conditions. Like I think Dipper pulls off the bloody and vengeful look SO well that Bill immediately melts and just lets him handle the situation, even though it's not really Dipper's fight to begin with. He's beating the guy to a pulp with zero reserve, and Bill's off to the side swooning and twirling his hair over his man for getting his hands dirty for him.

It's true! While Bill's not the type to enjoy being underestimated, he has to admit! Seeing his adorable husband all riled up on his behalf is a hell of a sight.

The thing is, Dipper's a good guy! He can't help but put himself in danger over others. Even when all reason and logic say that Bill would be absolutely fine if he got his head exploded or a shiv in his kidney, Dipper's instinct is to fully and immediately get in the way of that. To, in fact, be protective.

Mostly this is only evident when Dipper has to stand up to Ford. Yes, yes, Bill's a vile horrible monstrosity, but he didn't do that particular thing you're accusing him of. Watching him stand up to his uncle is a particular treat!

For bigger threats, though - Well. Bill's gonna be absolutely fine, no matter what happens, thank you very much. But he's definitely not opposed to seeing some guy who was about to literally stab him in the back get a few of his teeth knocked out.

[fisheito]

It's not fair that omusubi818 is so far away How am i supposed to throw my entire life savings at them

[melloneah]

RAHHHHH FOUND AN OLD DRAFT FOR A FIC I STARTED N IT BANGS WHY DID I ABANDON IT

[forthegamesmyguy]

y'all seriously overestimating just how much solavellan will even matter. you know the romance in DAI was a single cutscene right? where he dumps you lol. comparatively the least content by far. and this game isn't about the inquisitor. yes it's about Solas but he may or may not have this relationship with last game's player character so, it isn't going to be given center stage. I get being annoyed with the obnoxious chronically fandom-pilled online teenagers and Disney adults, but they do this bullshit in every single space they take up. just ignore them and the rage inducing algorithms of modern social media

instead of being pissed off that one of only two vital choices is whether the Inquisitor said to redeem or stop Solas, how about be pissed off that that decision presumably is what is going to colour your Inquisitor's personality, which now I am left to assume is one of two (.5 for romanced) people, the "redeem" version being you talk soberly about Solas and say shit like "I feel responsible for him... I wish I could convince him to change his mind... He is a good person doing bad things... So sad..." and the "stop" version being you talk aggressively about Solas and say shit like "I feel slighted by him... I wish I had never allowed him access to such resources... He is a bad person doing bad things... So callous..." Like can we instead please be angry that they don't care about respecting the individuality of our different game experiences? This is not about Solas. And this is not about solavellan. It's about apparently the only thing mattering being a check in the box, when the actual experience of this *role playing game* is not universal. Not every inquisitor is going to feel about or respond to Solas in the same ways, even within the confines of solavellan, even within "stop" or "redeem". Like, I have lavellans that romanced him and would treat him kindly, I have some that would treat him bitterly, some that would treat him angrily, some that forgive and some that are furious. Do I get to experience these different possibilities? Apparently not. And it has nothing to do with solavellan. That being a part of the story is not the reason they've limited the flavours here to either one or the other. We shitting on Solas/solavellan now just bc of the most obnoxious voices you could possibly imagine? Ok cool

[mokeonn]

pics? pics of poetry for the soul?

Here she is, in all her glory: Bhaal's pinkest disappointment

and a bonus: The original doodle I did on a sticky tab before I decided to make the character

[deceptive-daydreams]

please know that every comment and reblog on smoke signals makes me so so so so emotional and happy. i put my soul into this series and its probably the first one i will finish and im so grateful for the positive feedback i've received on it

[acoldsovereign]

{{ I got distracted when I realized I could quickly and sloppily draw all of the inside jokes/memes between me and @hopefromadoomedtimeline. This is one of them---

[stinkrascal]

i swear to god bg3 wants me to become a mind flayer so bad bc i had to reload my save twice last night bc i got turned into a mind flayer mid battle and the whole game ended at one point, and then when i realized why that happened and fixed it, i was turned into a half illithid and had to reload my save again bc i dont wanna be one! like baldurs gate wtf let me live 😭

[kuroosdarling]

going to be archiving a lot of my fics and cleaning up my masterlists later so i might make a lil tag or post to keep them safe somewhere <3 will add it to my tags soon!

[yuukimiyas]

sobs i was out way longer than i wanted to be today ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა my bestie & i saw fireworks w friends which was fun!! but leaving the place was literal hell omg i’m just now getting home so late bc it took so long ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎

[bleuberrygliscor]

its something about the misuse and mistreatment of robotics and ai that just gets me going every time.

[tvrningout-archived]

hey hey hey!! i'm planning on cleaning out my drafts and inbox so i can begin the new year nice and fresh, which means!! i need y'all to let me know if there are threads you wanna keep! i absolutely do not mind keeping some stuff, especially when it's stuff that's important for the dynamic of our muses -- there's some drafts i already plan to keep without needing to be asked. so pls don't be afraid to tell me to keep certain threads or asks!

also!! if you've got a reply in your drafts right now, don't worry bc i won't drop that thread, either. i'm only focusing on what i owe since i've allowed it to pile up a lot.

and finally!! thank you all for a wonderful year of writing together!!! i appreciate all of you from the bottom of my heart and can't wait for another year of torturing portraying some lil dorks ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

[tetsuskei]

“have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday?” his sudden question draws you from your concentration on your tablet, idlely playing some fighting style gacha game you’d downloaded thanks to a friend’s recommendation.

you quirk a brow, a little confused by childe. either he was genuinely asking or he was trying to make conversation. at this point, your birthday is months away - hell, his birthday has barely passed so where did this come from? when you lift your eyes from your tablet to the ginger, you find that his striking blue eyes are already on you.

“where’s this coming from?” you mumble out into the still air that fills the apartment and not long after, childe shrugs and breaks the tension with a small, warm laugh that you can’t help that smile at. he really is unpredictable sometimes but you’d seen that coming a long time ago.

“mmh, no reason at all,” he grins but there’s a mischievous sparkle in those ocean-like eyes that you don’t fail to notice as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, “how’s the game?”

“it’s good, i like the character designs…” your voice trails off not long after you start talking. you begin to genuinely think about childe’s question; what did you want to do for your birthday? you hadn’t really given it much thought. after all, aren’t birthdays kinda repetitive?

ah, well. i guess you’ll have to tell him another day, there’s plenty of time.

that time passes quick and childe doesn’t mention your upcoming birthday anymore. a nagging feeling in your chest tries to convince you that he’d potentially forgot about it but you knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. childe was so observant in everything and everyone, it was hard to get anything by him even if he acts coy.

babysitting teucer had become a regular routine for the pair of you ages ago. with his parents working and his siblings fighting their footing academically, childe was more than willing to spend twenty-four hours with his youngest brother and when you see those sparkling blue eyes resemblant of a taller, slightly cockier ginger, you can’t say no either.

“big sis risu!” teucer exclaims, a wooden toy in his hand. it’s some kind of machine from a kids show that was mainstream at the moment, being childless meant you hadn’t really given the kids shows these days much thought. your memory only serves you to remember what you grew up watching anyways. god that was a long time ago, almost twenty-three years now.

you’re snapped back to reality by the young boy’s excited grin. he’s always been happy to see you. he says that you make ajax happy and you really hope that’s true. the man himself knows it’s true, the reality of his little brother’s words when he sees you kneel to meet eyes with teucer, that beautiful smile on your face and the warmest of personalities.

tick tock, tick tock. every second matters and childe hasn’t stopped watching this damn clock. it’s the eighth of november and he’d finally convinced you to take a long hot bath - courtesy of himself, of course. he’d shower you in affection to the last second, from running the bath to adding bubbles and lighting candles.

you’d muse in telling him that your birthday was almost an hour away. he’d reassure you that this bath was to keep you awake until midnight, like you’d both promised each other. in the time you’d been in the bath trying not to prune your skin, childe had pulled every arm and leg decorating your shared apartment.

these months had been meticulous, full of planning and secrecy that childe had struggled to keep underwraps. there was an itinerary for the ninth of november, one he was going to be particular about following to every last detail; the breakfast at your favourite café, a walk in the park with teucer (he’d begged and childe couldn’t resist,) lunch wherever you wanted and your choice of what you want to do in the afternoon. so long as he could get you to a high vantage point but sundown, letting him see you in a golden glow that displays just how ethereal he sees you as daily.

it’s midnight by the time you sneak back out of the bedroom in one of his shirts. sneaky, he thinks with a grin on his face he can’t conceal. even now, blue eyes trace every detail, freckle, spot, flaw and crevice of your body and drinks it into memory.

“happy birthday, baby.” his arms open wide, welcoming you into his chest as you come closer and allow him to wrap them tight around you. he breathes in the familiar scent of your hair products, you’re engulfed in his cologne and the faint smell of the dinner you’d had earlier.

twenty-three years of you existing on this earth, huh? childe could almost choke up at how much you’d grown as a woman since you’d got together. he intended to see even more, until his last dying breath.

— and finally, happy birthday to my darling risu. i hope this day is everything you ask for and more and if not, i’ll be sure to make sure next year is even better. have a fantastic day, angel. lots of love, mother ana ♡

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