#i love playgrounds

[sspacetravelss]

Why am I like this 🤣

[kaisollisto]

[crabsnpersimmons]

Last post of the year! So here's something I drew to play around with some new markers I got for Christmas. Plus! A digitally coloured version because I loved the lineart so much, I scanned it so I could practice with digital rendering.

Wishing you all a faz-errific 2024!

The lineart is under the cut.

Still love this version. I was inspired by all the cool fanart I've been seeing in the fandom and wanted to play around with lines and shapes. That's why Sun is drawn is friendly curves and rounded edges while Moon is all sharp and angled. Kinda wanna try the reverse now. Maybe next year 😜

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[robertseanleonardthinker]

autistics when the function has a swing set

[pseudowho]

Thinking about Takuma Ino, who becomes a father so young when you fall unexpectedly pregnant. Thinking about the fear in your eyes, the shaking hands going to hold each other's, the positive test clasped between them. The way Takuma reassures you; "it's okay, it's okay, I always wanted to be a dad...sure, not this soon-- but we'll be fine. Better than fine, we'll be great."

The way Takuma goes for a walk that night, after you've cried yourself to sleep, crouching down in an alleyway with his beanie'd head in his hands, wondering how he could possibly ever be a good father. Wanting to marry you, to do things 'right', but afraid you'd think he only wanted to marry you because of the pregnancy.

The way Takuma arrives on his mother's doorstep (the mother who raised him alone, young, single) in the dead of night, pale-faced. The way his mother holds him as he cries and apologises at the dining room table, his face in her robed chest. The way she cups his face, and stares into his eyes; "we can do this, together, the right way. You're a good boy. Now be a good man."

The way Takuma learns to be a father, from his mother, who was his whole world. The way Takuma works himself to the bone, squirrelling money away, booking in with estate agents to go and view your first home together in a way that makes your hormonal heart clench.

The way Takuma's head hits the pillow, weary after working all night, then comes straight up again as he hears you vomiting in the bathroom, kneeling behind you to stroke your hair back, holding you gently round the waist on the tiled floor; "attagirl...it'll be better soon, right? Toughest girl I know. Doin' such a great job."

The way Takuma takes up embroidery, buying cheap plain clothes for the baby, because he can't afford much, but adding small artistic touches of beauty; a frog with a toadstool hat, a little trailing succulent vine, a shooting star.

The way Takuma is bright and excited; there for every scan, every class, every milestone. The way Takuma puts on a brave face. The way Takuma hides in the staffroom at work, his head in his hands, creaking under the weight of responsibility. The way he feels a strong hand clasp his shoulder, a beige suit, a blue shirt, a leopard print tie at the corner of his eye; "I know you're going to say no...but I'd like to buy a gift. For both of you. For the baby."

The way Takuma feels so ashamed for accepting help; the way a crib, a beautiful buggy, a snug and safe car seat, all gradually arrive at your new home. The way he tries to insist on paying Nanami Kento back. Nanami naturally refuses, pretends to be inordinately interested in his newspaper.

The way Takuma can't help but buy the baby a few beanies. The way you retaliate by buying an outfit that looks just like Ino's. He is thrilled.

The way Takuma's embroidery has advanced so well, he makes four little Auspicious Beasts to hang from a mobile above the crib.

The way Takuma paints beautiful, geometric, zany black and white shapes on the wall in the baby's bedroom; "They only see black, white and red at first babe. Neat, right?"

The way Takuma is pale throughout your labour, his eyes feverish, your pain so much harder than any battle he's ever been to. The way his tears hit him in a huge whooshing breath, a head-holding groan of relief when his baby son is placed on your chest, wet and crying, a little angry clenched face. The way Takuma rests his cheek on his arm at the top of your bed, gazing down and sniffling as his son holds his finger.

The way Takuma takes you both home, proud, woefully in love, still wondering how he's ever going to grow up and be a man, without realising he's already so much more of a man than so many others in this world.

Thinking about young dad Takuma Ino.

[swedenis-h]

Din: actively having angst about his kid that he didn’t mean to bond with finding his community, like din found his, accepting that he’s no longer a part of grogu’s life, but understanding that it’s better for grogu to be here than with a family that isn’t right for him

Luke: omg he’s so pretty

June 17th prompt: teacher Luke and single dad din ( @dinlukeweek )

[loosiap]

TS4 EP13 Short Sleeved Shirt converted to TS2 by MegaMassikaLove – in Simelune recolours

All Simelune’s colours: 10 silly tees (1-10), 12 noah tees (11-22) and 13 cam tees (23-35): swatch / in-game

Top; everyday category; townie-disabled; for CU; mesh included (has fatmorph, polycount 2k)

DOWNLOAD: MF | SFS

Credits: EAMaxis, Simelune, @megamassikalove

[milolovesbmc]

sneak peek from the WIP (wruesome injuries playground)

OH I WAS FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS FOR SOOOO LONG BECAUSE. OH MY GOD. MORE FIC...... I'M GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET!!!!!! I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOURRRR!!!!!

Figured I might as well draw your guys from the first fic.... I have almost no free time so I had to draw it pretty quick but, this is now a trade of sorts!!!

I love your fic and I love these guys a lot!!!!!!!

[lanasshit]

Mood lately👾

[baldursghaik]

Reading the reaction to Larian's decision to fully step back from wotc/d&d/etc has been interesting

a lot of mourning of the loss of "content"

"we could have had years and years of content" "this is heart breaking to never see these characters again" etc etc

is that what you really want? content? is this what modern media production has come to, that people aren't sated with anything less than milking a property until it's a barren husk of anything it once was?

Why can't we be happy with what we have? I don't think it's unfair to be sad about this news, especially given that it felt like some things were being teased or hinted at, and now they most likely will not come to fruition (at least at larian's hands), but is that really so bad? If you're so dissatisfied with a character's ending or arc, write a fanfiction, draw fanart, boot up the game again and just imagine your way into what you DO want

is that not the fundamental nature of d&d?

[flumpermergen]

Boothill and Argenti are just the two different final evolutions of horse girls.

[sunsetno4]

Let Vendetta have nir silly little dreams, you two.

This thought + plus one of the lines from Chen's apartment scene has been rolling around in my head for a few months now, so a quick comic had to be made. Vendetta just has an odd fascination with being buried, given it's so out of nir realm of reality? It's a joke, but the thought is a nice one especially if ne could be a cool little church grim on top on that~

Plus, doodling Anathema is always a plus. Ven and nem were such twins. :')

[bottlehawk]

vriska with literally any homestuck character is always the funniest dynamic. vriska is like money in that she brings out the worst in people and whatever weird traits were already there become amplified ten fold from her enabling you to outright making you worse. platonic. romantic. victim. weird roommate. next door neighbor. it doesn't matter what the relationship is. the closer she is in your vicinity the more suddenly everything becomes much more interesting about your life

[leosgreyfringe]

kai + wilo playfighting throughout training yesterday :)