#i need a name for their party

[spicyet]

fem!Shuro from that one panel

[myewt]

Playing games at 1am with your girlfriend (Olya hasn’t come back yet)

What are they playing???????? Doesn't matter, pretty sure they suck anyways

[surreal-duck]

lullaby for another

[adhdandcomics]

do you even KNOW how hard it is to find cool wizards on google that aren’t ai these days. we are so fucked

[plumadot]

i don't think i ever shared the full arts of my dnd character on this blog for some reason??? this is roselle she's a little bard who made a pact with a fey creature for the power to make her drawings come to life!!! :D and now she's lost in barovia :'))))))) all of this art is almost two years old but i still like it!!!

[swollenbabyfat]

This baby didn't sell so they're mine now hehe

[fatimajpeg]

did some gesture studies of this guy from trigun

[cyberdragoninfinity]

keep forgetting to post all this art from the Arc-V Fallout AU that's been nibbling at the back of my brain sinceeeee april or so 🥴

[deweyduck]

"That’s why I loved our vacations here. You and me, we were different together."

Draculaura & Heath in Monster High | 02x06a "Fangs for the Memories"

[supersappho]

fellas is it gay to light your crush’s pipe using ur magic

[asukiess]

once I took your medication to know what it's like.

[lokh]

WAIT SHUROS DAD SAID HE WANTED HIM TO BRING SOMETHING BACK INTERESTING.... AND WHO IS MORE INTERESTING THAN LAIOS....

[botanybulbasaur]

vertin gender

hey you guys ever think about how arcana and constantine refer to vertin with feminine terms (ex: lady vertin), how people who are on their side but who are perceived as people who “aren’t close with” vertin time and time again refer to them with “timekeeper” and they/she (ex: sonetto, madam z), and how people who look as vertin not as a leader or an ‘enigma’ (they/she, timekeeper) nor as someone they can pawn on their side (she/her, ‘lady vertin’) refer to them with masculine terms, such as ‘sir’ or ‘lord’? (ex: an—an lee, schneider)

it’s like. the less you look at them as a pawn and the more you look at them as a person the less cisgender everything gets. i should probably do a serious theory on this

[tytoalbatross]

god damn i do not post often but can i talk about intentionality for a second?? one second please

i'm gonna be talking about bg3 but this really applies to any fandom space. people will, surface-level, agree that a Black character is not getting enough content compared to their white counterparts because it's. obvious . take wyll, who is several hours behind on voiced lines compared to other origins despite being one of the original five (before they added karlach and whiteified her too but that's another post). it's hard to deny cold hard facts

but then instead of engaging in content that uplifts Black characters and creators, they'll go right back to pumping out more and more content of just their white faves. on its own, it's not actively harmful, but here's what the implication is, whether they acknowledge it or not: yes wyll has less in-game content, yes his writing didn't get the attention it deserved, therefore i don't like him as much. it only perpetuates wyll's lack of content by contributing to his sidelining in fandom spaces

what i would love for fans who claim to be allies to do is to step out of the comfort zone of their initial favorites (which can, in fact, be biased!) and start pursuing content centering Black characters with intentionality. like all things, anti-racism (actively pushing back against racism rather than simply "Not Being Racist") takes practice and effort. you can't really agree with us that wyll needs more content, then in the same breath say that it's because of that that he's not interesting to you . the point was right in front of you doing a jig and you still missed it

[mayhems-cannon]

lazy concept sketches for my stupid comic feat me trying to figure out Gabs' casualwear

[fuwahua]

Day 16: Cackle

🎀 TkTober Day 16: Cackle

🎀 Tags: Neuvillette/Wriothesley/Clorinde (platonic) , Sigewinne being super adorable, tea parties!

“I will see you tomorrow, Sedene.”

“Have a good evening, Monsieur!”

Neuvillette waves as the elevator begins to move with a jittery clank that would alarm most but him. It’d been a while since he’d last visited the Fortress of Meropide but the ever-unchanging rustiness of the elevator was a familiar comfort—much of Fontaine has changed since Furina’s retirement, and yet this would remain the same.

Tonight’s occasion would also be a wonderful journey down memory lane. Sigewinne had graciously invited him to attend her tea party, and both Chlorinde and Wriothesley also accepted the invitation. He extended the invite to Furina who’d promptly rejected him after discovering the duke would be there as well; try as he might to foster an amicable relationship, she was still hesitant to reach out to those whose lives were affected by the rulings of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. It was a change he knew would have to come in time.

For now, until the day she was ready, he would watch nurture these relationships in her place

The elevator dings as it descends to the bottom. The prisoners bark excited shouts as they spy him, some waving and others running away, but strangely neither Wriothesley nor Chlorinde are ready to greet him at the entrance. He stands there a minute, waiting, but as the stares of the people grow more perplexed by the second, he shifts uncomfortably.

“Mister Neuvillette!”

“Sigewinne.” He smiles as the little head nurse approaches him. She waves, cheerful, and he kneels to pat her head. “How are you? Where are the other two?”

“Everything’s good! Well, except,” she huffs, gesturing in the direction of the duke’s office. “Those two won’t come out and enjoy the tea party!”

Strange. There were no pressing cases or concerns that should occupy them on this occasion. Neuvilette hums. “Do you know why?”

She giggles, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “See for yourself!”

It is a short walk to the office, made shorter with haste when Sigewinne leaves halfway to brew a new pot of tea. There’s no reply to his knock on the door, but the office was made soundproof to begin with, and Neuvillette pries it open with ease. The ringing echo of a cackle greets his ears, and he huffs in understanding.

Those two…

“Wriothesley! Chlorinde! You’ve kept Sigewinne waiting.”

The laughter doesn’t cease. It is an even shorter walk up the spiraling stairs and Neuvillette is both unsurprised and unimpressed by the sight of Wriothesley splayed over Chlorinde, both their outer garments discarded on the nearby couch, her boot kicking his thigh as she tosses her head back in laughter. His hands, gloveless, dig into her waist, and he looks up with a grin.

“There you are! Rare of you to run late, Monsieur.”

“Neuvillette! Ahehaha get this dog off mehehehe!” Chlorinde’s back arches as she shrieks, Wriothesley’s hands climbing up her sides and under her arms. Her right comes sharply down to protect herself as the other slaps his hand, the sound reverberating. In response, Wriothesley only climbs further onto the desk, tickling her with newfound amusement.

This too, Neuvillete supposes, is a constant that’s yet to change.

He sighs, pinching the skin above his nose as Chlorinde’s leg hits the desk with a resounding bang! The image forms neatly in his head: Sigewinne trying to pry the two apart with no avail, her poor tea and cookies abandoned until he arrived late from work. He’d mistakenly assumed the other two would be timely and have started the party without him but…

Well, in a way, this could be considered a party. His lips twitch as Chlorinde’s voice cracks when Wriothesley’s hands give into the meat of her thighs, a weak point, and he looks at the wetness beginning to gather in her eyes.

“Come on, bodyguard. Can’t handle a little tickling? I’m sure you—Eek!”

Wriothesley leaps back, desk suffering yet another kick in the process, as his arms snap to his sides. It’s too little, too late, and a fresh cackle bursts free of him as Neuvilette tweaks the ends of his ribs. “Monsieur!”

“Behave, Duke,” Neuvilette warns, though there’s amusement in his tone that has Wriothesley cringing away in panic. “You can handle a little tickling, can’t you?”

“Wait—wahahhait noho!”

“You’ve kept Sigewinne waiting so long she has to brew a fresh pot now,” he tsks. “We’ll have to entertain ourselves in the meanwhile…”

“Neheheheuvillettehehehe!”

The sound of cackles rings through the room once more. It is only once Neuvilette properly tires him out (with the aid of Chlorinde’s masterful fingers once she recovers) that he hauls them both to Sigewinne’s party. Quite literally, as they’ve decided to exhaust themselves beforehand; the sight of him carrying Fontaine’s strongest duo, one tucked in each arm, has the prisoners whispering and both Wriothesley and Chlorinde’s faces burning red. None of it matters as much as the way Sigewinne’s face brightens when she sees them entering the room, a freshly brewed pot of tea set on the table.