#idk i think it would just be cool symbolism

[a-glow-in-the-snow]

[ahahah... would you believe me if i said that i... don't have all too much symbolism with it?]

[the way you took it is absolutely wonderful though. and i think it genuinely does work too. honestly it feels a bit weird on my end, since i'm someone who adores symbolism, yet sometimes i just... do things. just because.]

[the real reason for the butterflies is because i associate whole [specifically mostly Harmonia] with monarch butterflies... and thats the thing! no unfortunately i cannot give you a big ramble as to why... i don't know why i associate whole with monarch butterflies so much. like. them being orange and black makes sense but... where the symbolism?? i have no idea. well, i've tried to reason it after the fact. small, fragile... symbols of change and growth, but they can't survive cold weather [in my interpretation it's basically winter until concord, so no butterflies...]. and. honestly thank you for telling me they're poisonous because i genuinely didn't know that! and that just makes it even better for. soul and whole to me... and a bit of extension to heart and mind too.]

[as i mentioned i mostly associate harmonia [basically my soul's perception of whole, seeing him as a lot more divine and godlike than he actually is] with monarch butterflies rather than whole himself. and.. wow! finally talking about cats. but anyway, soul-cat [hnng... name idea is something like shattersong but i dont know how much i actually like the name... so im gonna call him soul for now] really really looks up to whole-cat. in a kinda unhealthy way, like.. hating himself for not being like whole. so he wears the monarch butterflies and covers the black half of his face because he wants to be more like whole, basically. also he has heterochromia. i havent decided what color his other eye is but i might go green?? or maybe a really deep amber, to try to be close to red. i dunno, his eyes also might change based on how i end up designing whole. for example if whole gets green eyes then soul's exposed eye will be his green one and the other will be idk probably yellow. if you couldn't tell it's another case of him hiding the part of him that isn't like whole. dw it learns self worth later down the line.]

[sorry if that was. disappointing or something.. haha... i still don't think you overanalyzed or anything though, don't worry. i think it's actually pretty cool to see people analyze things i make. and i think it's accurate anyway. and also gave me cool ideas!]

[Soul cat. Colored soul before colored Mind cat is crazy [I just really wanted to test its colors. I thought it'd be fun. And it was!]]

[Of course naturally, design subject to change. I can't decide if I want him to a marbled bengal or a classic tabby. He's sort of a mix of both in this image. He's also not half blind.]

[note-boom]

After reading this fanfiction, I've realised that the reason BSD doesn't have characters based off of famous composers and musicians is because they'd simply be too powerful.

[shiveagit]

Vox fan-made sigil. (png transparent)

Tried guessing his little pulse, sigil, thingy.

Feel free to use.

No matter how hard i squint I couldnt tell whats showing on the floor. And google didnt give me anything but scrncaps.

[toxicroyjamie]

Roy obviously knows that Jamie admires/respects/looks up to him but I like to think there's some part of him that wants Jamie to think he's like. Cool. On some level he's just a middle aged man who peaked in his 20s and craves validation from his cool gen Z coworker. I'm not like a regular coach I'm a Cool coach

[clumsypuppy]

i feel like. theres designing a character with certain themes and motifs in mind, and then theres making a gijinka for the water bottle on my nightstand

[luci-z-wont-shut-up]

I'd like yalls help w something, please

Regardless of its intelligence level, how many non-human creatures have Arthur and John had an emotionally positive experience with?bc I am wracking my brain and the only ones I can come up with are the lamp-eft, the buopoth, the cana, and the owl (I have yet to figure out if cana is a species or a job title but yall know who I'm talking about)

If anyone can fact-check/correct/update me on this I'd appreciate it so much 🙏

[bleeding-hart]

some sketches

based on @theicarusconstellation's writing

I keep thinking of details I left out and stuff I need to fix but if I let myself do that I'm going to go insane so we're leaving it at this

Also some Sirius because they're a fucking king and we love them (I very strongly hc them as genderqueer and using any pronouns, but specifically he/they/she/it)

The dress was a bit of a failure but hey it looks like fabric at least I think maybe

[unnonexistence]

ah shit i should have asked for a tarot deck for christmas

[the---hermit]

Definitely not me delaying turing off my phone and going to bed to research things for what might be my next tattoos.

[deus-and-the-machina]

ngl the worst thing about the xenoblade fandom (which I think is the root cause of a lot of other issues) is that it’s mostly on twitter. I have to subject myself to twitter for any real consistent fan talk or content. legit there's always some new stupid topic of argument ive noticed in the past few weeks on there and its all very silly and frustrating and what im saying is everyone should move to Tumblr. please. for me. 

[themyscirah]

Obsessing abt the Amazonian embassy and embassy day & tours and the details of all that while at the same time being BONE tired from all my schoolwork.

Like I am lying here with aches all over and the remnants of stress pains and also my energy drink (not to be confused w my coffee from earlier) leaking out of my system and all I can think about is color symbolism and what the flags would look like for the different Amazon tribes

[sleepygaymerdisease]

the best thing about having ocs is that i get to make whatever symbolism i want

[jellyfishvibes]

Look i'm just saying, one of these keychain's is not like the others

The homophobes can’t get mad at us for calling Sora and Riku’s combined keyblade the Gayblade™️ when it doesn’t even have a real official name >:/

[koobiie]

bestowing my highest honor as an artist to ffxv (drawing the characters in fun outfits)

thoughts under the cut

RREAAAGHHHH SO EXCITED TO BE DONE WITH THIS!!!!! it took me forevarrrr but i soldiered through as an act of love. now excuse me. yap time

OKAY SO the concept behind this was originally specific fashion subcultures for everyone!l ike noct emo ignis dark academia etc. but then decided i didnt want to pigeonhole it all and just freestyled outfits i thought would look nice on everyone

noct - i do think noct would still be emo-ish but also opt for comfy baggy stuff a lot. something you could just fall asleep in on the spot. note the details of bass pro shop shirt (of course) XV necklace, little moon + stars accents, carbuncle + fish keychains. i also wanted his metal band logo shirt to spell LUCIS but i forgor some letters but its not very readable anyways

ignis - ignit ooohghh ignos ignaurs. sorry i made him serve so much cunt it will happen again. i drew him first cause that kind of inspired this whole thing i love him so bad if i didnt draw it id explode. not much detail to note except his collar pins are like his double blade thingies

luna - lunaaa the concept was “clean girl aesthetic” idk if that happened but im actually really happy with how it came out! might be my favorite of the bunch just because she looks so pretty and happy. your honor she should have been able to just be a normal girl and just. chill

prompto - prompotoooo i had trouble picking his vibe!!! my first thought was techwear?? because weeheeeehee he loves tech and well... you know... but then i realized i didnt really like the look of anything i saw + it was so bulky and dark and serious for him! ending up going with some more youthful and baggy. i was considering something more loud and colorful but ended up not going with it. i feel like in canon he'd be too nervous to have such a flashy fit and would want to just look "cool" to fit in with the boys lol. itty bitty details here - chocobo keychain, pompompurin and bi miku buttons, and his lanyard is kings knight themed! i also thought it was funny to write LUCIS on his shirt like you know those shirts that just say BROOKLYN or TOKYO or SAN FRANCISCO and thats it. thats what its like

gladio - okay i know this is going to sound like a lie but im not horny for gladio like at all, hes my least favorite, i think he's just alright. but also i KNOW in my heart of hearts that he would LOVE being a leather daddy and so i had to make it happen. main detail to note here is that his tank top has the motifs of a cup noodle! i didnt know what else to add cause you know.. hes the cup noodle guy.. but also i didnt want it to be so in your face about it with a big as logo so kept it subtle!

(side note the leather daddy gave me an idea for a post where its like noct and prom go to a gay bar all nervous but then they run into gladio and its like "p: GLADIO YOURE GAY?" "n: nevermind that PLEASE dont tell ignis we snuck out" and then ignis walks up and theyre all like WHAT THE FUCK!!!! caption would be "the gang finds out theyre all bisexual." probably wont draw it but i think its very funny lol)

iris - iris my sweetheart.... definitely leaned into the scene vibes here and also that one image of the blonde emo anime girl. details here - of course the moogle big ass backpack and keychain (can you tell i love keychains), but also her buttons are an iris (the flower) and also a crown with hearts (haha symbolism)

anyways oh god i didnt mean to write an essay down here. usually i keep this in the tags but this time i just had Too Much To Say. can you tell i put a lot of thought and love into this . anwyays. *walks off into the sunset and fuckig dies*

[nosfferrratu]

endless. a sukuna drabble.

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potential warnings: mind-break/fuck, vague bullshit smut prompt w the smallest amount of plot, male reader, dom reader, ig can be read like a strap if ur really creative. if you really really squint, not edited cs idk, kinda confusing around some parts but i think pretty interesting, (allusion to) marathon sex, religious themes, and irreverence for christianity (making a mockery of it) only a little, also extremely ambiguous and up to reader’s imagination.

also, idk if its clear but you and sukuna, in this, have been going at it for like 12 hours before the events below.

if anybody likes this lmk cs why not.

this is literally just a sukuna dedication post and completely self insert.

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“h—hhah!”

the first sound you’d pulled from him.

he bit his forearm, pressing his sweat-laced skin further into his mouth with his free hand to surpress the whimpers growing within his throat.

he bowed his head into the edge of your desk, extending one arm to grip the sheets of loose bible pages ahead of him; the other still choking back his pleasure.

you blinked lazily, angling your hips to jab at the side of his insides, purposefully coming short with your strokes to avoid ramming into his prostate.

he, almost as desperate as he is murderous, pushed himself into your strokes; arching his back into the cold wood that rubbed a soothing coolness into the skin of his upperbody.

“fff—uhg!! nngh... oh, my god.”

the first sentence he’d pulled from you.

you were fully inside him. inside the king of curses. inside ryomen sukuna, and he was enjoying it.

you panted, overstimulation crawling up and across your back as shivers. his muscles both constrict and pull your dick from tip to base, igniting sparks of endless excitement crackling through your bloodstream.

you were so deep.

you knew that.

he knew that.

everyone knew that.

but, he was endless.

endlessly dragging you closer, endlessly caressing you through the erotic convergence of yourselves. you were endlessly connected to him at your base. he was endlessly warm. he was endlessly constricting. endlessly pulling. endlessly endless.

“oh, my god.”

the second sentence from you.

only three words.

the three words that separated you enough from him to keep your composuer.

“oh, god. oh, god. i c— i can’t…” you gulped, leaning forward to stabilize yourself on the sides of your desk, feeling the beads of your rosary roll forward on your neck.

you watched as the cross— a symbol of your devotion and unwavering faith to the divine— swung, teetering between the two of you. a preist and the king of deception and mischief. it teetered between the balance of power, swinging between the holy and the unholy. “god, help me.” your eyes were filled with images of hellfire and brimstone. you knew you weren’t going to win.

not today

or anyday, actually.

you heard a stiff chuckle beneath the cross.

“god?” his voice was low, but it echoed around your head, bouncing between and through the fold of your brain and subconscious mind. it was hoarse but so smooth it’d put the finest whiskey to shame. it was so, so fucking sexy. “you think god is here?”

his voice swam between tones— first sounding incredious but quickly sifting into a honey sweet, sickly arrogance. “god forsake you the moment you purified my chambers.”

laughter followed. deep, malevolent, and prideful; boisterously bouncing between the space you shared with the devil, and, no longer your lord.

you wanted to expel him. call upon god to cast him elsewhere while you purified yourself.

but, as he laughed, the bulb of your dick sunk furthermore into his… flesh.

he felt so good. so, so, so good.

how would you be saved from something you’d kill for?

you rolled your hips, head empty and light—numb with pleasure. “i’m gonna—”

“no you’re not.”

your eyes, though fuzzy and unfocused, drifted over sukuna’s form—watching as he gripped the edges of your desk and pushed his hips closed to your chest, arching his back— pushing his spine uncomfortably close to the ancient, wooden desk upholding the two of you.

endless.

he was endless.

your eyes rolled into your skull, entirely.

“oh god…”

“are you addressing me?” you couldn’t be sure, but you knew sukuna was smirking. you could hear it in his tone, in his movements, in his walls, in every inch of you that he forced further into himself, and in the orgasm he’d been building within you.

“c—christ compels you…”

he cackled, and once again you felt the vibrations stretch through and over your base. “you don’t though, do ya?” he shifted his hips, dragging your head, and entire dick through his … satin, velvet lined organs, tapping, and being pushed pleasurably into each side.

“mmng! s’kuna, please…” you were on the verge of insanity. your mind was so full of energy it couldnt focus. not on anything but the buzzing, exploding, shooting, starlight of pleasure running around your head in halos. “please let me—“

his hips cut you off.

“ffgk—ff—fuck!”

he began moving once again, slowly. it was a leisurely pace, each time he came up, your dick disconnected from him with a slight “pop” before being enclosed and hugged fully once more. over and, over, and over. it was creating a maelstorm of titillation in your mind.

everything was fuzzy. you couldn’t finish. you couldn’t oppose sukuna’s actions. you were bound. forced to be a sex toy until your curse was lifted, and you would finally be granted relief. you would be sanctioned, free to come inside of him, as deep as he could take it.

an endless orgasm.

but he had to come first.

“are you even trying anymore?” he tsked, humor lining his every motion, and expression. “i’m disappointed father.”

his thighs—plump, supple, and full of color—snapped to your base, quicker and harder than before.

then again, faster.

and again.

again.

faster.

and faster.

and faster, and faster, and faster—

your mind went blank.

you couldn’t see.

you could only feel a pressure.

two actually.

in your stomach, a deep pressure than made your head spin when you tried to focus on it.

the second was below. spanning the entire length of your dick.

it was constant.

warm.

deep.

stretching out in both directions.

going on forever.

endlessly.

you swallowed shallowly, blinking softly as light flooded the entire surface of your vision. long tendrils of shadows stretched and weaved through the light, moving in a constant up and down motion, extremely quickly, and smooth.

you blink rapidly, unable to feel your hands.

then it hit you.

all at once.

the overwhelming urge to scream— a burning in your muscles and static that paralyzed you to…

your desk.

under sukuna.

still bouncing on your dick.

he hadn’t even noticed you’d passed out. or he did and didn’t care. you were on your back, half limp on your desk and trapped between sukuna— on the tips of his toe, slamming himself down your center, and dragging your mind, life, pleasure, soul and devotion upwards, over and over again, never stopping.

never ending.

endlessly.

forever.

just like you asked.

[noisyghost]

(I started sketching this design nearly immediately after season 2 ended but just now had some time to clean it up so. Excuse me rambling out loud here)

TLDR; I actually really liked the initial design + direction for Warwick-Vander (I <3 human faced werewolves)! But the show design kinda felt like a transitory state between Vander and Warwick to me, so I wanted to try my hand at blending his Arcane design with his in game design. Like a "what would he look like if the transformation kept going" kinda thing. There's a few things I'm not fully settled on, but Im mostly satisfied :)

(rambling under the readmore, its 3 am as i type this lol)

When season 2 first started, I sort of had it in my head that the narrative would have Vander "die" for Warwick to finish the transformation into his final form, forcing Vi and Jinx to finally say goodbye together. Well! That didn't happen lol. I mean. Vander did "die", but whatever was left behind isn't really Warwick. I'm not quite sure what they were going for, either with him or with how Jinx "dies", its all just a little messy when i feel like there was a more obvious narrative conclusion.

Visually i think the final design in the show is cool removed from context, but it doesn't really make sense to me in regards to the story. Like. Warwicks whole thing is that he curbs his violent impulses by killing "bad guys" in the undercity. League lore is a hot fucking mess and I don't even go there so I get that they (the writers) were playing fast and loose but I can see why so many Warwick fans were less than pleased with where the show leaves him, because it doesn't really feel like the same character outside of his initial experimentation.

In my own idea palace, Jinx fakes her death and leaves Warwick to be Zaun's new mascot. Having this literal monster that eats bad guys and saves innocent people in the process become a new symbol for Zaun feels like a no brainer to me. Imagine the iconography they'd make for this thing! And it brings Vanders whole schtick back around; he still "dies" but the Literal Memory of him lives on in Zaun, still protecting the people he cared about most. You get the bittersweet ending of Vi and Jinx having to move on because hes not really their dad anymore, but their memory is what keeps Warwick "human", still with Zaun even if Vi is doing Piltover shit and Jinx is off exploring the world.

Idk! I know the implication that Jinx faked her death is there, but whatever happens to Warwick seems to be like they didnt really have the time to fully explore the ideas they were going for, so a couple characters just got kinda left floating at the end there. If Ekko and Jinx werent going to run away together, I wanted to see Ekko befriending Warwick so they could fight to make Zaun a better place.

I have more coherent ideas than this but it's 3 am when im typing this so sorry if im not eloquent enough to properly explain what im thinking. Ekko and his weird dog that used to be his uncle. Imagine.