#i should probably do them more lmao

[harlequinoccult]

Hiiiiiii! Wanted to ask about how the TVoL ROs would feel if their lover (Or best friend, whichever) ended up severely wounded? Dealer's choice for if fatal or not!

:)

Xandin marches through the village like a storm from hell. What happened to you was unacceptable, and a major failing on his part. This should not have even had the chance to happen. Your unconscious form floats next to him, in stasis and held up by a telekinesis spell. Being in a magical stasis is largely unpleasant, he will apologize later, and he will make sure there is a later, Goddess of death be damned. The slam of the clinic door rings out like thunder throughout the village, The door is locked and the curtains are drawn. He orders Sterling to fetch his tools.

He will not lose you. ------------------------------------------------------------- Yuuki is no stranger to injury, to pain. Part of him shrivels a little inside at how familiar this feels, the metallic, choking scent of blood, the weight on his back as he carries you, holding his breath and staying deathly still as he checks to feel the weak rise and fall of your chest against his back. He hates this familiarity, this instinct. The sharp edges of guilt start to claw at him for not protecting you, for not being there sooner, but he stamps it down. Not now.

He has to save you. ------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew's brow is furrowed and his eyes as sharp as daggers, a stray vein on his temple making itself known. His jaw is set, clenching so hard it threatens to break his molars.

He is furious.

The battle is long over, -he made sure of that- But his rage still has yet to subside as he checks your injuries. He brought first aid supplies, of course, but he only knows the basics, and the basics can only help you so much right now, if at all.

He looks at the golden gauntlet on his right hand.

Let this work. Please let this work. ------------------------------------------------------------- Claudia scoops up your prone form into her arms gently -so gently, more gentle than she's ever been in her life- The stinging in her heart and the lump in her throat at seeing you like this makes her want to snap- bury it and destroy it- this tenderness, this....this desperation she feels in herself feels alien. She takes a deep breath, and calls upon her grace. She's always been shit at healing, it's just not who she is, not what she was made for. But maybe....maybe this time...

Her wings unglamour themselves, popping out and unfurling from her back, taking off into the sky with you in her arms. ------------------------------------------------------------- Vylasia grips the reigns to her caravan in a white knuckle grip. She's going as fast as physically possible while trying not to jostle your body too much. She's no stranger to bandaging injuries, -her own at least- but this....what happened to you....

No. She aggressively shakes her head, banishing the thought. She will get you help, you will make it through this.

She looks behind her at the window into the caravan, she's made you a nest of every blanket and pillow she had and laid you down as close to the window as she could. She stares for a long time, -trusting Diego to watch the road for her- making sure the weak rise and fall of your chest doesn't stutter or stop.

You'll make it through this. You have to. ------------------------------------------------------------- Cy curses at themself as they run down the darkened alleys as fast as they can while holding you up by the shoulders, half dragging you down the streets.

It all went to shit and now you're bleeding out.

Absolutely nothing went to plan and you ended up taking a hit that was meant for them. Idiot. Stupid. Fucking dumbass.

They begin to slow their pace, pricking their ears for the sound of any pursuit. After a long, long while of waiting, they slowly -so slowly- set you down and prop you up against the alley wall. They don't have shit to treat this. They lift your shirt to check the wound. They need to stop the bleeding and they are not a fucking healer. Their jaw clenches as they eye the bleeding wound, and they summon fire from their hand.

God, you're gonna hate them for this.

[vaguely-concerned]

there are a lot of daddy issues to go around on DS9 in general, but odo, bashir and garak are really in their own special little fucked up 'what am I but wrought in my father's image' club

[mauvesockss]

pulls you close and looks into your eyes... doctor odyssey fandom please... promise me that if the ody3 are in a V relationship or an open polycule instead of a closed triad you will be normal about it... 🙏

[usurper-of-heavens]

What a perfectly good day to be completely normal

first pic from/for: Aquarium by master_of_records

Second pic from/for: "I do": The long term deal by MoonlightMav and Mind_Me_Not

[grapecaseschoices]

so i'm leaning toward briala-celene [ugh] or public truce*. but i wanted to know ...

*I've been reading posts/articles that state that public truce isn't best long run ... but it isn't like the inquisitor would KNOW that.

[puppetmaster13u]

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and basically Danny is Beelzebub from Hellva boss with his own casino performs and the entrance defies reality and all his ghost rouges come in and go as they please and some humans and or mortals stumble in and think it’s just some place where metas party their fucking asses off which wouldn’t be that bad if this wasn’t FUCKING GOTHAM. Danny doesn’t know how they got in Gotham but they just want to party but unfortunately for him the bats hear a rumor some meta trafficking ring has been planning a big raid on a certain casino that’s new ish and they have to stop it so they go in disguise and they get to witness Danny and his rouges beat the every loving snot out of some traffickers

maybe Danny is a clone, maybes he’s reincarnated, maybe he lost a bet, maybe he moved to Gotham for fun, maybe he got tossed across the universe into Gotham

who knows certainly not Danny

but to add even more maybe he travels around the casino on trapezes and circus rings that he just flips around it and has a pole it the middle that reaches the ceiling and at the top there’s this disco ball thing that he can activate to make a small nebula or stars surround the casino and make it pretty

oh oh and maybe with him having the title of beelzebub is like gotten after he beat them as in right of conquest, or maybe beelzebub is kinda like a shared name so Danny fuels them and they go around getting mortal action without having to do work, or maybe it was given to him as a present with a bow on top idk

I have no words for this and just had to draw because the idea of a casino or whatever with like, everywhere looking like galaxies and auroras that shift to the music was such an amazing visualization lol

[crystallizsch]

i really want to ramble more about yuusha and yuuna (+ other ocs) but l just feel embarrassed just saying random crap about them without art attached jsbsjs

im literally going to be sharing a piece of my rotted brain i'll feel exposed

[thatonecrookedsmile]

"There's nothing wrong with dreaming. Wishing for the impossible is just human nature. That's how I got started. Just a pencil and a dream. We all want everything without even having to lift a finger. They say you just have to believe. Belief can make you succeed. Belief can make you rich. Belief can make you powerful. Why with enough belief, you can even cheat death itself. Now that... is a beautiful, and positively silly thought." -Joey Drew.

[OPEN YOUR EYES]

-Line-

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I mean, at the end of the day, he wasn't so wrong about that last part.

This one also took a little longer to finish. I wonder why /s.

I usually don't like drawings where I have to create a design for a character I've never drawn before. It ends up making me force myself to come up with ideas and sometimes I end up not liking the design anyway. At least this time? That didn't happen (thank goodness).

At first, I didn't know what to do for this prompt. What I originally conceived was a more "joke" drawing with Joey and Sammy, with Sammy literally drawing the line between him and Joey with a big pencil. No big deal, right? But then the phrase "end of the line" came to mind and then… this happened. Funny. A while back I had an idea for a drawing about Joey's afterlife. The idea was much simpler, from what I remember. And compared to what we have, quite different.

"Death" is what came for Joey, and it's what comes for everyone. What he faces is nothing less than what will determine his fate. It is the very Arbiter itself - the eye that sees all - who decides where souls whose lives are over will go. The heavenly gates in the great beyond? The burning flames in the darkest pit? The void of vast nothingness? Somewhere else beyond? Reveal your soul and the Arbiter will decide. I have a certain guess as to where Joey is going, but I'll leave that up in the air.

Maybe I thought just a little bit too much about a character that I probably won't draw in a long time,but i don't mind giving a little lore even to characters that i don't see using much in the future, you know.

(Also, since I used Joey's audio log from BATIM CH3 in the beginning, did you know that Dave Rivas (Joey's current VA) did his own reading of that audio? He's going to be a guest on the Indie Horror Talk Podcast, and the video they posted teasing Dave's appearance there has him reading this same audio log, only with his Joey voice. So now we have Joey's first audio log in the series voice acted by both his first VA (David Eddings) and his current one. I thought that was cool, you know. I found this out a while back and wanted to talk about it for a sec.)

(Alt. without the text):

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

[ejsuperstar]

@lilybug-02 get sprited nerd (the wings are meant to be transparent but I guess that didnt come across on the export... Damn) Gonna go sleep now cos it's late

[shima-draws]

Shima is it Coralaw 👀👀👀

...................MAYBE

[vaguely-concerned]

kill me

(*wobbly tearstained voice* this is father & son richard plantagenet in henry vi part 3 1983 dir jane howell btw. which is. extremely good)

[akkivee]

like if samatoki’s new piercing does have meaning then surely kuukou’s 13 and jyushi’s 12 piercings have some meaning too right??? 😭😭😭

[torchickentacos]

The pokemon anime subreddit fascinates and frustrates me on equally deep levels

[volivolition]

✨ thinking of him thursdayyyy ✨ (<- said in a monotone deadpan with jazz hands)

[sentientcave]

Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.

You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.

You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.

Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.

"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.

Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.

The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeous— Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.

Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.

“Holy shit,” you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. “Aren’t you a pretty boy.”

He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up close— He’s a bit small for an orca, but he’s all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldn’t survive on it’s own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.

The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghost’s presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like you’re going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.