#if you get the tattoo ref im smiling at you

[aslightaddity]

Music Miester

[jubmato]

bleghhhh finally sat down and made a full body ref for my bill design

more versions, closeup, and notes under the cut! (version without the coat + accessories, and then a version in minimal clothing) ↓

notes time!

- fuck ass bob forms the vaguest of triangle shapes (like. a soft triangle ig)

- cosmetic scarring on the right side of his face. he literally just made it like that for shits and giggles

- vaguely based on pitiful descriptions of ancient sumerians; long, angular nose, big eyes, long ears, brown skin.

- white hair is self indulgent on my end. i am bestowing upon him the highest honor i know. stupid little white streaks in his hair

- "why is the triangle transgender" fuck you thats why

- rune tattoos on his forearms change frequently. its like an led billboard for all the bullshit happening in the multiverse. the alphabet also changes. i just used galactic/minecraft enchantment table because i already know it

- clothing is always loose and comfortable. i think he'd fucking hate wearing clothes and would wear the baggiest shit imaginable to keep it from touching his skin, if he were actually human. (foreshadowing (/j)). as this is just an illusion he uses in the mindscape, however... just loose. the grippers stay out tho unfortunately. boy put the dogs AWAY

- big fucking robe. idk why it just felt right. let's say it's to sell the whole Muse thing or whatever

- small ribbon around his neck (to stay fashionable whilst also keeping his bowtie (god i fucking hate bowties theyre so ugly im so sorry))

- the glasses are useless he does not need them

- earrings also change frequently. almost always unsubtly gold & triangular but he can get silly with it if one so desires

OKAY I THINK THATS EVERYTHING 🙂‍↕️ sorry for the long post i just have a lot of thoughts in my brain. smiles. if you got this far, thank you for reading, i owe you my life

[sukunasun]

Hi hope ur doing well! I just wanted to drop by to say i love your sukuna headcanons and fics and that your soccer au of him actually reminded me of a real player LOL. his name is sergio ramos and is known for being an aggressive defender but also has no actual scandals and has sexy tattoos and an undercut. Ik this is v random but he just really reminded me of your football player! sukuna so im just gonna pretend its him from now haha

footballer sukuna manifests ramos and zlatan the moment someone so much as touches him....thinking about how footballer sukuna is like an itch that never goes away. getting under everyone's skin and riling them up, stay mad about it—"who do you think is the best player in the world?" asks a reporter at a pre-match conference and sukuna replies, "that's the dumbest question i've ever heard," shrugging off any doubt about it, because of course the answer was as obvious as his cocky smile or the ego that inflates and grows to be as big as the room—oh how arrogant is he.

'he's so disrespectful,' they say when he does a little dance after every goal, or when he sticks his tongue out just to show off the new piercing. the cameras zoom in on him and your breath hitches at the way his smile is so daring and confident. there’s no hidden mirth and it’s not to tease, this is one of pure, unadulterated, triumph because his skill is indisputable. and he loves taking his sweet time basking in the spotlight, the spectacle that is sukuna the striker and his never-ending tantrums or the over-the-top, comical bouts of fake-injuries.

but this is no time for his antics, even his own teammates are sick of it. "get the fuck up," nanami sneers from above his form, curled up in a fetal position. they're one-nil down into additional minutes and it's the only time kento's ever had anyone get on his nerves this much, something about the dane's calm and collected resolve slipping, blonde hair frazzled and coming undone from its neat do, there's no doubt he's fuming. he slips a few curses when the ref makes his way over, and what people see is a head of rose pink looking up without a speck of guilt in his face.

but he does take his time in other ways too. during the moments where you've got him all to yourself and he bends you every which way, in all sorts of positions. just because he can, because he needs it.  “slow down…” he groans into your neck, hearing you whine desperately in reply, ass bucking up to feel him, wanting more, “i said slow down,” a warning slipping past gritted teeth. sukuna's buried deep, throbbing and so hot inside. you submit so well, so pliant and willing, but he doesn't want to rush this, in fact, he's been keeping you on edge for the past four hours. his palm coming down harshly against your ass, right where it’ll sting the least, he knows you're still sensitive.

somewhere sailing off the coast of ibiza, you'd think there would be enough privacy away from photographers and fans, but alas, he's been pouting nonstop, giving you quick, short answers and avoiding your gaze. "you're not wearing your ring...if you wanted a divorce you could've just said so..." he admits after you confront him about his temper tantrums. "it's a very expensive ring 'kuna, and we're in the middle of the sea?" you try to explain, but he huffs. stomps around the deck with his bulking frame growing twice in size.

"i'll make it up to you," you purr, finding that perfect spot in between his legs to fit yourself onto. familiar and new at the same time, just the scene of watching him struggle, watching his grapple between wanting to stay mad at you and leaving his petty feelings aside. stripping them off the same way his fingers do with your swimsuit, gently lowering the flimsy coverup to reveal soft, warm skin, a little sweaty from the heat, from the sun that beats down but he can't get enough, doesn't care about the sunburn or the freckles, but hopes that as he's leaving kisses behind, or pinning you down on a tiny bench, he'll take the brunt of it. (and he does, marca gets a great cover shot of a reddening tattooed back on a yacht)

(...bet he has a whole playlist customized to his workouts, humming all the bubbly kpop tunes and singing in tune to mitski while he's lifting weights and isn't ashamed of it either. "folklore is great," he tells you, pumping iron or running on a treadmill at a steady 7.0, there's a cute little grin on his face, somewhat childish in manner when he leans over and whispers, "but it's not as good as SOS...")

[whydontyousaeso]

Hi again! I was wondering if you can write me a story. It’s Edge x Reader and reader gets into a very bad situation (up to you to decide what said situation is!) and he almost loses her and he has to save her. I’m an absolute sucker for Edge and angsty stories that end well lol. Tysm!

“Hold on”

Edge x fem reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- close encounter with death, choking, mentions of head injuries, hospital talk, threats

A/n- im back 🤭 but fr i hope this is what you wanted angst wise! After this I’ll go and post tattooed in your brain when final changes are made. But for now enjoy this! And if you guys would like some more edge content lmk and I’ll get a tag list started for him :3

“Oh my god! They’re stopping the match! I think y/n is seriously injured!”

You were.

You were extremely injured.

Your vision was going in and out, you could feel the blood dripping down your body.

It was bad.

Very bad.

Why wasn’t anyone stopping them?

You had been fighting Paige, you and her had a feud going on for a couple of weeks.

She had enough of you and was ready to put you away.

You thought she was joking.

Your head was busted open extremely bad, and there were cuts all over your body.

“I’m fucking done with you! I don’t want to see your dumbass face again! Not even at your own funeral!”

She grabbed you by the throat and started choking you, all the strength leaving your body.

You didn’t hear his music hit, you just saw Paige look over at the ramp and laugh.

You barely saw that though.

You were loosing air quickly, it wasn’t gonna be long before you were out.

Or dead.

She let go of you and rolled out of the ring, leaving you to gasp for breath while fading in and out.

“Y/n? Holy shit where’s the medics?”

It was edge.

Your boyfriend.

He pulled you close to him and yelled at the others around him.

You weren’t able to get enough air anyways.

As your vision blacked out you felt your boyfriend’s grip tighten.

“Y/n? Please hold on”

The ref’s bustled around edge, signaling the need for medical attention.

He was red in the face with dark red blood on his body.

Nothing like this had happened before.

No one had been this hurt before.

No one actually had to intent to kill someone before.

Everything around them was stained red.

Edge sat there, breathing heavy as he kept his lovers bleeding body close to him.

He was loosing his shit.

He kept yelling, even as medical staff surrounded him.

He didn’t want to give her up, he was too scared

Eventually they convinced him, allowing him to stay next to her at all times.

And he did,

He didn’t let go of her hand once.

Even as they tried to wipe off the blood he didn’t let her go

Even as they wheeled her into the ambulance and drove her away.

The only time they were able to peel him away was when they arrived and had to take you back.

Only then he was left in the waiting room with blood stained clothes and a racing mind.

Fuck Paige.

“Edge?”

He turned around to see Paul behind him with a duffle bag.

“Go change, I want to talk”

“I don’t need it”

“Like hell you do, go change. I’m not leaving until she’s back.”

You woke up to bright led lights and extreme pain in your entire body.

It felt like you couldn’t move.

You groaned and started to panic, you had no clue what happened.

“Shhh it’s okay it’s okay, I’m here darling”

You felt rough hands around your cheek, seeing your long haired boyfriend come into your vision.

“Don’t panic, I’m right here I promise”

Your lip quivered, tears flooding your vision .

“It hurts”

“I know it does, but it’s gonna be okay”

You tried to move again, failing miserably.

“Don’t move dear, the doctors don’t want you to.”

He wiped away your tears and kissed your forehead.

“I’m scared”

He grabbed your hand, holding it gently.

“It’s okay, it’ll be over soon I promise”

You tried your best to nod, your head raging at you as you did.

You just wanted to go home.

“What happened with her?”

He looked up at you.

“There’s some things happening, she’s probably gonna be released”

You smiled faintly.

It was horrible.

She was borderline insane

But that was behind you.

“How long am I here?”

He shrugged, kissing your hand.

“They don’t know, depends on your recovery. But you shouldn’t be talking, they don’t want your throat fucking up more.”

You forgot about that

You could only imagine the bruising there would be on your neck.

He seemed to notice your upset look on your face and smiled.

“Don’t worry, it’ll go away eventually”

You looked and gave him a small smile again.

Throughout the recovery process he didn’t leave your side.

With every test, every check up.

He was there.

You kind of felt bad, he was doing so much for you.

But he didn’t care how much he had to sacrifice.

You sat on your bed dressed, waiting for him to get back from the paper work

After a week you were finally able to go home.

The doctors said your recovery time was insane, considering the extent of your injuries.

“You ready?”

You smiled and turned towards him, standing up as he walked over.

He rested his hands on your hips, kissing your lips and smiling into the kiss.

“I’m proud of you, you know?”

You just chuckled.

“You did all the work silly!”

He shook his head and held onto your hand, grabbing his bag and leading you out of the hospital.

“I would do it again and again just for you.”

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 50. brb x oc

im sorry this scene is one of my favorites ;-;

a/n: *pops champagne* WE HIT 50 CHAPTER MY GOOD PEOPLE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO idK HOW THAT HAPPENED BUT WOOOOOO ALSO FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN THE NAVY DOESN'T HAVE BALLS BUT I CAN BE WRONG IDK

ref for the tattoo because its so pretty but ofc without the rose and the sunset BUT YOU GUYS GET IT

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: FLUFF, mav knowing his nephew like the back of his hand

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

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-

The back and forth of them spending the weekend in each of their places was working, the second weekend of December it was Bea’s time to stay at Rooster’s. Jolene was used to his apartment already but she didn’t feel like going with Beatrice after their morning walk, so she just lied on the brunette’s floor and there she stayed.

Beatrice was fine with that, she knew Shells could come by soon and check on her dog for her like she always did. The past week was uneventful, besides her and Rooster spending time together at the Hard Deck or him just showing up for them to have dinner together, maybe make out in his car before they went their separate ways until the weekend arrived.

Until they finally moved in together they could handle this. It wasn’t awful, they’ve done something similar before. They had many ways to pass the time, especially when it came to Rooster being absolutely relentless when it came to the two of them. The lady at the clinic told her to wait at least twelve days before she had any type of relation without another common type of contraceptive, meaning they still had to use condoms for a little bit more which was fine by her.

Her math was right, they wouldn’t need it by the time she planned everything. She was very excited about it, so was Shells who was her strongest supporter, even going out with her to buy the je ne sais quoi she talked about. Not to mention suggest other things Beatrice hasn’t thought of before. 

“Are you excited?” she asks, smiling, holding his hand when they walk out of the Bronco. Today was also the day he’d finally get his tattoo, the second weekend of December just like Taboo asked them to.

“I am and kinda nervous too.” he chuckles softly, looking up at the two story building down the street, a medieval knight’s helmet painted on the side had a banner with the words ‘Pigment of Ink’ in bold Medieval esque letters floating behind it. “It is my first tattoo.” he knows he shouldn’t feel worried, it’s not like he couldn’t handle a bit of pain, but there was something really exciting inside of him about getting his very first one.

Beatrice smiles, leading them towards the building and avoiding the people that walked on the sidewalk,”Once you get one you’ll be addicted.” she grins, “Believe me, it’s really cool.'' The building itself had large windows on the first and second floors, showing a bit of the inside for the passerby. Rooster could see a group of tattoo artists in different sectioned areas, all of them working on someone already and a pair of spiral staircases that led to the second floor.

His girlfriend opens the glass doors for them to step inside and Rooster looks around in amazement at how big that place was. You’d never get it seeing only from the window that it was a larger area than it appeared. In the middle of the tattoo artists working was a dark gray receptionist counter where a woman with rainbow colored micro braids was fidgeting about, looking up with a smile when she noticed who it was, “Bea!Hi!” 

“Hi, Rachel.” she grins, bringing Rooster closer while doing a bit of small talk with the other girl. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“A few months.” she laughs as she puts some paper aside, “What brings you here today?”

Beatrice tilts her head towards Bradley still grinning then returns her gaze to Rachel, “Taboo is going to tattoo my boyfriend.” Rachel’s hazel eyes move from Beatrice to Rooster, slowly tilting her head up since he was so tall, blinking in surprise but then offering him a greeting that he reciprocated with a smile of his own.

Rachel gave Beatrice a knowing look and a smile, “She’s upstairs already waiting.” she gestures with her hand to the spiral staircases, “You know her section, don’t you?” Bea nods, thanking Rachel and bringing Rooster along with her. He’s still looking around, the parlor resembled a Medieval styled pub with fake animal heads - some of them wearing monocles - and ancient looking paintings mixed in with the red and brown animal wallpaper on the walls.

He has to walk behind Beatrice when they go up the stairs since the space is minimal, stopping once they reach the upper floor. This area is even bigger, albeit with less sections than downstairs. There are at least four he could see, only two of them were being used: one by a guy who looked like he could probably sing in a Mötley Crüe cover band and the other by a woman who had her back to them, but he could see her arms were covered with tattoos and she had a choppy black bob “Taboo?”

The woman in question turns, smiling brightly at the visitors, “Well, well,” she laughs, putting the box of pigments down on the side table next to the dark blue tattoo chair already set up for him, “Look who came back.” Beatrice let go of Rooster’s hand to hug her tattoo artist, who patted her back, leaning back to take a good look at her face, “You look great.” Taboo says, her icy blue eyes running up and down Beatrice’s figure, almost proudly, “You really do.”

“Thank you, you look great too!” the brunette replies, stepping back from the hug to gesture towards Rooster, “This is my boyfriend, Bradley.” Taboo holds up her hand and Rooster tries not to look at the tattoo she had inside her palm, a giant black widow whose legs were tattooed on her fingers. He didn’t even know people got palm tattoos.

“Ah, the one whose virginity we are going to take.” Taboo teases, shaking his hand in a greeting, “Nervous?”

“A little I guess.” he chuckles, digging his hands in his pockets as the tattoo artist goes back to the side table where he could see Beatrice’s design on a transfer paper. It just had lines, but it already looked beautiful. After he explained where exactly he wanted the tattoo, on his calf, more specifically on the side of his right calf - which he was thankful his jeans weren’t tight that he could pull the fabric and show the area for her, nor it’d hold the circulation back when he was getting the tattoo done. - Taboo crouched down to have a better look, with both him and Beatrice following her eyes.

After she shaved the area he wanted,she pressed the transfer to his skin and told him to check on the mirror to see if the position was good enough for him. He angled his leg this way and that, smiling as he saw the linework, telling Taboo it was great, sending Beatrice a look for approval. His girlfriend just smiled brightly, nodding her head in agreement over the positioning.

Once he got himself settled, Beatrice sitting on a stool right on his left side, he only watched with interest as the tattoo artist gave him a smile after slapping the gloves on and grabbing the machine, “Alright, I’ll give you a little scratch, you tell me if it’s too bad or not, check your pain tolerance.” he nods, following with his eyes as she lowers the vibrating needle to his skin. He feels it, a little bit, it’s strange but not painful so he tells her that. “Okay, hang on tight then.”

He had to admit that every once in a while his eyebrows would furl and his eyes would clench at a sudden jolt of pain coming from his leg but he could handle it. It wasn’t unbearable yet. He’s holding Beatrice’s hand, rubbing her knuckles as she leans forward, watching Taboo work with a smile, “How’s it going?” she asks, swiping her finger over the scar on his jawline affectionately.

“Good,” he says, tilting his head as he tries to get a better look at the process, “It’s not so bad.” Rooster grins,squeezing her fingers sweetly as Beatrice rubs the side of his face with her thumb, “I’ve been through worse.”

Beatrice tries not to think about the worse that he’s been through, choosing to instead just smile more and keep caressing his face with their eyes on Taboo’s work. She was very fast, one of the fastest Beatrice had ever seen and seeing she finished the outline already they’d probably be out of there sooner than they thought.

Taboo would casually start conversation, sometimes to distract him, some other times just genuine curiosity since it’s been a while she saw Beatrice…and she was single at that time too. “I mean, how sweet is it that you got a tattoo your girlfriend drew?” she comments, not seeing the brunette’s cheeks turn red and her smile go shy, “Not a lot of guys do that.”

“Their girlfriends probably aren’t talented as Bea is.” he says fondly, turning to face her and wink, grinning at her extremely red cheeks.

“I mean, facts.” Taboo laughs, “Beatrice is very talented, I told her once before. But it’s also so cute you guys are doing this, how long have you been together?”

They shared a look, to which Beatrice smiled before saying, “Well, we’ll make it five months on Christmas week.” she says dreamily, still having butterflies saying it outloud. Five months, she still couldn’t believe it, they’re still strong and loving each other nonstop, Bradley was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for and she couldn’t see herself with anyone but him. Well, she was a long term type of gal, she isn’t one that backs away like that. 

Bradley’s smile only widened, interlacing their fingers together when she spoke, her eyes softening as they met his own and her cheeks were still red, “It’s been really great.” he says sweetly, loving how sheepish she looked when he voiced his own happiness, “She’s just amazing, you know?”

“Brad…”

“You are, you really are.” he reinforced, making his girlfriend move her gaze away from him, biting her lower lip with a smile. Taboo only saw the whole interaction with her own smile widening, her heart turning to mush because of these two.

“I thought you guys were together longer,” she says, dipping the needles on the black ink before returning to the tattoo, “You two act like you’ve known each other for ages.”

That wouldn’t be the first time someone says it too, a lot of people commented on that fact, which to them was a compliment. It meant that what they had was genuine, it was real and honestly it’s what they wanted. They would be moving together soon after the New Year goes by, and start something completely new for them.

The tattoo goes along nicely, sometimes Bradley noises out a complaint, or a sigh, but Beatrice rubs his bicep comfortingly, telling him he was going so great and he should be proud of himself. For a first tattoo it was pretty big, with lots of details that would take a bit longer - or not, Taboo was fast after all - and some people couldn’t handle it.

But Bradley was holding it like a champ, barely making noise and if he did he just assured the two women he was fine and he could take it. That is until the color part began Taboo let him know they were ready to go to the gradient of colors then the details on the goose itself, which Rooster nodded not expecting much.

That is until he felt the multiple tiny needles scraping his skin, filling it with color. He couldn’t help the wince followed by the quiet curse under his breath, his face scrunching in pain. Beatrice rubbed his bicep again when he pressed the back of his interlace hands in front of his eyes, sighing heavily while his free leg bent up by the knee in hopes to ease some of the tension.

“You okay?” she asks with a small smile, watching him nod with his lips curled into his mouth and a quiet groan vibrating in his throat, “You’re doing fine. This is usually the worst part, it’ll be over soon.”

Bradley just nodded again, everytime Taboo stopped to gather more ink he’d ease out a breath of relief for a second only for her to continue. It went like that for a few minutes, him trying his best to control his pain tolerance and soft grunting every time he felt a sharp pain on the side of his muscular calf. Beatrice leans forward to kiss his temple, making Rooster open his eyes with a pained little smile, “Am I still doin’ fine?” he asks softly, seeing his girlfriend’s lips curve in a grin.

“You sure are.” she says, running her fingers through his hair, watching the waves bounce from in between her digits back to its usual style before folding her arms next to his on the armrest, “Almost done, okay?”

“Okay, ow.” he winces again, clenching his eyes with a hiss through his teeth, “Oh that one– that one sucks.”

Taboo laughs, moving the machine over the tattoo then wiping the excess off, “The tiny details in white always suck, almost done big guy. Hang in there.” 

Bradley hums positively, opening his eyes to focus on Beatrice who was already looking at him. Just looking at her helped ease the pain, even if he did flinch every once in a while at a sudden stab of pain on his leg. Beatrice smiles, pressing a kiss to his forehead while holding his hand, both of her thumbs caressing his fingers, trying to distract him. 

When Taboo announces she’s done, he lets out a sigh of relief, feeling her wiping his leg and saying he did a great job. Bradley just sighs again, slowly pushing himself to a better sitting position and tilting his head to see the finalized product, “...Woah…” he stands up when Taboo tells him to so he could have a better look in the mirror. He was speechless, the drawing looked incredible on his skin, it was so…real and nice to look at, the gradient of colors and the rose looked incredible, “Holy shit.” he laughs in disbelief, still looking down at his very first tattoo, “It looks incredible.”

“I just followed the artwork.” Taboo smiles, crouching next to his leg to wrap the protective film around it, making sure it wasn’t too tight. She tells him to drop his pant leg over it carefully and lets him know the instructions on how to take care of it, mentioning that Beatrice would help him with that too. “Either way, you did really well, be proud of yourself.”

He wanted to look at it again, he couldn’t help it. He was so enthralled by it he almost didn’t hear Beatrice say goodbye to Taboo and thank her for receiving the money earlier. Wait, she already paid? Bradley turns his head to face his girlfriend, who takes his hand to lead him back downstairs, him too tossing a goodbye and a thank you towards the grinning tattoo artist. “You already paid?” he asks softly as they go down, seeing that Beatrice was still smiling from ear to ear, “When?”

“Oh I,” she waves to Rachel who was now with a client on her own section, the woman waves back with a little grin, “Back when we scheduled it, you know?” They step out of the tattoo parlor and Rooster holds her hand, stopping her immediately. Beatrice looks back at him with a confused expression, but her boyfriend just stares.

He looks so surprised, almost as if he doesn’t understand what she just told him, “Baby…” he begins, stepping closer to her and away from the tattoo studio’s windows, placing his hands on her waist, “You didn’t have to, really.”

She shrugs, playing with the buttons on his shirt as a shy smile spreads over her lips, “I wanted to, it’s…one of my gifts to you.” she says sweetly, which in turn makes Bradley’s heart feel like it’s about to pop out of his chest. His muttered ‘aw baby,’ before he wraps his arms around her in a bear hug is enough to make her cheeks warm up one more time. Bea laughs, hugging him back with one of her hands gently rubbing his nape when he places his face on the crook of her neck.

“Why do you have to be so sweet?” he asks against her throat, his question followed by a gentle kiss underneath her jawline, enough to make her squirm. He was being honest, he couldn’t understand how someone as sweet as Beatrice existed, it was almost like this was all a dream and he hasn’t woken up yet. God, he wished…he wished she could’ve met his mother, she would’ve loved Beatrice as he loves her.

Bradley pulls his head back, his huge hand cupping her chin so he could press a sweet kiss to her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she says back in a whisper, cheeks flexing in a smile before she grasps his hand again, “Come on, I’m buying us lunch.”

-

The first thing he did when he got to the Hard Deck was show his tattoo off, everyone loved it, loving even more when they found out that it was Beatrice who drew the picture. The poor girl couldn’t stop blushing at the flurry of compliments from the other officers, followed by the requests of her drawing something for them too. Rooster was quick to add they’d all have to pay because he got that as a gift and Beatrice deserved to get money for her talent.

When he walked up to Pete who was leaning on the counter, he tried to hold back his grin without success, the older pilot just giving him a weird look when Bradley tugged his pant leg up, exposing the tattoo for his godfather’s eyes to see. It takes a minute, but Pete eventually lowers the glass to the wooden counter with a thump, his eyes never moving from the freshly done ink. 

He looks from the tattoo to Bradley, his lips parting in surprise and there’s a bit of a glaze that his godson shared, the young Bradshaw looking like he was trying hard not to cry, “Brad,” he begins, waiting for him to sit on the stool so he could have a better look, “This is amazing.”

Bradley chuckles softly, clearing his throat before he got too emotional inside the bar, “Yeah,” he turns the calf his way so he could look at it again, “Bea did this for me, the drawing.” he explains, meeting Pete’s shocked expression as the man support his slack jaw on a hand, shaking it in disbelief. “I know…”

“Brad,” Mav looks back to where Beatrice currently is gathering empty glasses from a group of patrons, not paying attention to the two men “...I’m speechless, did you ask her to?” Bradley nods still smiling, “I…wow, I don’t even know what to say.” 

His godson turns his face to where his girlfriend was, if Pete hadn’t known Bradley for so long you’d think he was looking at Goose himself. The way he looked at Beatrice was identical to how his father looked at Carole, if not even more, that was pure raw adoration coming from him. “She’s amazing,Mav.” he whispers, thankful of the jukebox playing so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping his voice down so much, “God, I mean…who would’ve ever done something like this for me?”

Pete chuckles, looking back at the brunette with a fond smile. She made his godson so happy, he couldn’t help but care about the girl too, she was sweet and smart, she loved Bradley so much it was rotting sweet “You know,” Bradley begins after a while, “I think that after the holidays pass and if I’m not deployed, I might take her to see mom.”

Mav inhales sharply, but nods, that means he’d take her to Virginia, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Bradley says sweetly, “My mom’s birthday is in January, I can…take her with me, to see mom and dad.” he smiles wider when Bea notices him, but doesn’t get closer yet, she’s still gathering glasses from the tables, “I might show her some snow, it doesn’t snow enough here.” or at all, no snow unless you go to the mountains. “Even if she hates the cold.”

They laugh together quietly and Pete knows, he knows exactly what’s going on in Bradley’s head because he’s seen that very same look on Goose after just a few months of dating Carole.

“I’m going to marry that woman, Pete.” he had said then, “I’m going to marry her, I swear.”

He also knew that Bradley wasn’t going to voice it without thinking about it, even if he felt like he should, it doesn't mean he would do it now. He’d hate to disturb Beatrice by being so quick to jump the gun so to speak. But Pete knew it just by seeing the way Bradley had the puppy dog eyes as he followed her around the bar that there was no going back now, it probably never was from the very first date. 

“Hi Pete,” Beatrice says sweetly when she gets to the bar, standing right on Rooster’s left, ‘Hi Roos.”

“Hi gorgeous.” he says quietly, his smile dopey and enamored “Was showing Mav the tatoo,” he turns his head to his godfather who just grinned to Beatrice, the girl holding the tray with both hands in front of her chest and blushing cherry red, “He thinks it’s amazing.”

“Oh…I-I’m glad.” she blushes even more, placing the tray down to wipe her hands on her pants getting rid of the moisture from holding wet glasses all night after telling Penny what the last table ordered and waiting for the woman to place it on the tray again, “I…really liked doing it and Taboo does a great job.”

“Well, sure, but the drawing was yours first.” Maverick grins, gesturing to the girl with a finger, to which Beatrice only blushes harder, muttering a quiet ‘thank you Mav.’ “And I really think that they would’ve loved it too.” she knew who they were, and she tried to hold back her gasp of surprise and emotion, biting her lip hard with another nod, choosing to simply do that instead of speaking, fearing she’d break down during her shift. 

She excused herself once Penny was done, Rooster briefly squeezing her hand before anyone could notice it, dropping his hand on top of his thigh as she walked away,”...God I love her so much.” the young pilot shuckles, his cheeks flushing just a bit, warming the golden skin, “She’s just great, isn’t she?” his godfather nods, choosing to be silent and yet very amused by all this instead of voicing it. 

“She is Roos.” he agrees, then he pauses, “You do know there’s going to be a ball during Christmas week, right?” Rooster’s enamored expression turns confused, facing Pete who just laughs as if he couldn’t believe it either, “Something about the success of our mission and…a celebration.”

Oh. 

Rooster notices how Mav’s eyes lowered when he says it. Admiral Kazansky. His death was still pretty fresh in everyone’s minds - it has only been a few months after all - it made sense people would want to celebrate him even more, “Right. When is it happening?”

“According to Cyclone it’ll be on the 23rd.” Mav says, sipping his beer with a small frown, “Tom’s family will attend, it’ll be important.” he says softly, looking down at his glass. Bradley knew how much that affected him, he knew how much it hurt Pete when Admiral Kazansky died…and his attitude back then didn’t help at all. 

He scratches the side of his face, looking up at Beatrice’s retreating form with his eyes dropping down her curvy frame…she’d look amazing in a ballgown. Not only that, but he’d like to go and it’s one day before the Schiavoni’s Christmas celebration. He just had to talk to her about it but he had a feeling she’d accept, “I’ll talk to Bea, then I’ll let you know?”

Maverick nods, giving him a thankful smile and patting his shoulder, “Sounds great, Brad.” he says, “I’d appreciate that.”

[midday0nightmares]

30 - a rat.

Previous chapter her son.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

As soon as the door clicked closed, you broke down in tears, sobs erupting from your chest..

Jeno sighs at your dramatic antics, “he’ll be back, stop crying”. You shake your head ,“you don’t know that, how could you let them take him?”.

“They didn’t take him, he went with them” he corrects you, his pattens running thin. “Still, you should have done something” you insist through the hiccups. He walks away and throws himself on the couch, typing on his phone not paying you any more attention.

After a while your cries has calmed down and you sneaked to the same couch he was on, you curl in its corner. “they can’t be suspecting him right? He was with me, here” you think out loud sharing your concerns with jeno who was seemingly in another dimension, deep into his thoughts, if everything is fine why is he acting like this?.

He snaps back into his body “what?”, he didn’t hear you the first time so you repeat yourself. He release a heavy sigh, pushing away whatever was occupying his mind “yeah.. you’er right” he attempt a smile but it fails before it reaches his eyes. 

He keeps fumbling with his fingers, a classic expression of anxiety. 

A knock on the door interrupts the intense quietness, he goes to open the door without even asking who is it. You follow him to see if it is jaemin, but to your disappointment it was haechan, the mere mention of his name turns your stomach, the sight of his face making your skin crawl with hatred. he greats jeno, patting his back in comforting manner, a torrid look on his face.

He greats you as soon as he sees you but you roll your eyes and turn around heading to jaemin’s room to avoid being in the same room with him, but what was being said stopped you in your tracks. Haechan was telling jeno not to worry.. “Don’t worry man, I told them you were with me all night… ” he continues as they walk inside and sit on the couch, “.. they did too, don’t worry they know better than to slip”. 

They didn’t know you were just around the corner eavesdropping, that asshole sounds smug like he was proud of himself for almost getting away with it, almost.

Although his voice is low and you have missed some parts of the conversation, it was clear what he was reffing to, Jeno was lying to the police about last night and haechan was covering him.

Your blood reached its boiling point, they were letting jaemin take the fall for jeno’s doings, fueled by anger you storm to where they were catching them by surprise, “you lied!” You scream pointing your accusatory finger towards jeno, “You killed yangyang and now you are letting jaemin take the fall for you! after all he has done for you, you lowlife piece of shit!! ..” jeno jumps form his seat, striding towards you like an angry bull  but you don’t stop “im telling him as soon as he gets back, you’er gonna pay fo..” your shouting was cut off by his hand the is blasted on your mouth shut your stupid mouth” he growls, his face has turned red with rage “shut your mouth or else I will rip off your tongue! You think you know what are you talking about huh?” His other hand tightens its hold on the back of your neck, fingernails almost breaking into your skin, his eyes pours into your destroying your courage and installing the filmier fear instead, shakes were invading your limbs and tears were pooling into the corners of your eyes. 

his face breaks out of the horrifying angry expression and he let’s you go, he recomposes himself before he speaks calmly “it’s not what you think okay?”, you keep your eyes glued to his chest out of sheer fear of looking up at him again, you bite your lower lip to stop the trembles.

He sigh again and runs his finger through his hair, his hands come to grab your shoulders but you flinch away. he tsk, disappointed in himself not in you, he tries again “sera, look at me, im not going to hurt you” this time his hands grab your shoulders without hesitation disregarding your dismay, he leans down to your level, but you avert your eyes. your gaze falls on his right arm, the freshly inked tattoos catches your attention, new two lines next to the previous ones.

A gentle shake brings you back to jeno’s voice “he’ll be back any minute by now, go wait in his room”.

Though you don’t believe him, what options do you have other than to do what you were told, so you go to jaemin’s room and lock the door behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your pryers to be heard this time, jaemin is back, safe and sound.

You unlock the door and run to him, he opens his arms for you, you jump and wrap both of your arms and legs around him “I was so worried, thank god” you speak into his shoulder, he hums and tightens his arms around to bring you even closer to him if that is possible. 

He puts you down and pats your head as he greats haechan who was getting up to leave, wishing you all a good night. As soon as haechan was out of the door jeno asks jaemin “So, what did they want?”, the faux innocence he was carrying infuriates you beyond words.

“Umm” he sighs, not knowing where to starts. “they still don’t believe me” he plops down into the couch and you follow him, his arm circles around you bringing closer to his side, you look at jeno, this is his chance to come clean, but he remains silent, and if jeno his best friend won’t stand for him then you will. 

“What do you mean they don’t believe you? I was with you I will testify for you” you tell jaemin, Jaemin’s face looks tired, his smile is weak. He looks at you with adoring eyes,  “I know you would” he brings your head closer to his lips and presses a kiss to calm the panic the was loud in your voice, he takes your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together “it’s gonna be alright” he tells you again.

You bite your tongue and wait for jeno to go to his room, so you can tell jaemin what he jeno was hiding, as soon as jeno closed his door leaving you two alone cuddling on the couch you turned to jaemin, “he did it, and haechan is covering for him.. he is lying to you” you try to explain to jaemin as best as you could, you must have sounded crazy because he doesn’t seems alarmed, shocked or even bothered by what you were telling him.

He lets you finish and hums, he was mindlessly twirling a brand of your hair around his finger, “did he now?” He voice drags, he laughs at your puzzled face, ‘aww you’er so cute you know that? Ratting on him..  I know he did it baby. He told me” he watches your face contracts in confession, “But glad to know that I have a loyal angle by my side” before he leans in and to softly kiss your cheek “don’t worry, and don’t hurt your pretty head with too much thinking, okay?”.

[nagdabbit]

MY GIRLFRIEND'S COMMENTARY WHILE WATCHING HER FIRST AEW PPV

"my entire fitness goal is hook's shoulder-waist ratio, but with taz's extremely dense neck."

"the funniest thing about wrestling is that this fucking company is trying to make something called a stadium stampede sound both cool, AND serious."

gf: "if you cry listening to a crowd sing judas again, im divorcing you." me: "so that means youre gonna marry me." gf: "i've been bamboozled."

about brian cage: "this man is a huge dork. like, literally, i could fit me in him."

"i dunno what it is, but i would die to protect mr. hangman. he hunk, but he also baby."

thoughtfully, "i bet i could just catch you out of the air like that. i mean, i can squat you, i could probably even curl you like that, too."

because she is deeply in wrestling twitter now: "HOOK! babe, look, its hook! hook hive, rise up!"

"what i love about this feud is that all these men are fuckin' idiots. no brain cells, just shoes and fwiendship."

"what do you mean their tag team isn't just the wild boys, wtf? missed opportunity."

"those kicks are ugly, but i would steal them, too, honestly." *thirty seconds of silence layer* "for you, babe. i'd steal them for you, i mean."

"jon, no, the germs, jon, jesus christ, please dont drink that jon you dumbass."

"i love eddie, but i'm pretty sure we should never hang out. too much extremely new york energy, we would get arrested in like ten minutes. possibly less."

"diorsday device is the funniest shit ive ever fucking heard, how goddamn sad is that."

"max caster is gonna get murdered, but i love him."

"i wish bowens and his extremely attractive boyfriend the best in life."

"colt cabana and tay conti are tied for best smile in wrestling, but tay wins because i dont want colt to kick me in the face."

"penta is the only joker i formally recognize."

"today i found out that some people don't like stu and uno, and to them i say get entirely fucked."

after rush came out and i lost my entire shit: "i don't fully understand yet, but i support you." *one minute later* "oooooooooooohh. okay, yeah."

gf: "i enjoy that cody is pushing ogogo by being a dumb bitch with this america schtick." me: "you gonna say that when cody wins?" gf: "...fuck."

"ogogo got that guy ritchie movie ass music you love to see it."

"you were right about cody and i fuckin' hate it."

"aw yeah, its big boi season."

about miro: "i'm very gay, but the thing is, men with extremely jacked traps just do something to me."

"lance changed changed the color of his extensions and i appreciate that." *thirty seconds later* "are those... three crosses? tattooed on his back? jesus doesnt like murder, i don't think he likes murderhawks, either."

"britt baker is the only dentist i want in my mouth. no, wait, don't type that one!"

"oh, fuck, shidas getting teary i'm gonna fuckin cry, oh fuck, i get it now, i'm so sorry i made fun of you, i love her."

"oh fuck, shida knee me directly in the face."

"britt scares me. like the blood drip details on her gear are really cool, but i would legit believe its real blood from her."

"are you really crying about britt and the nice announcer man hugging?"

"hey, quick question, just real quick while ive got you here... why is the emo twink... like this?"

"darby's dad looks like my dad, and i'll never be okay with that."

"i like that darby just yeets himself around like that. he came in like a wrecking ball. a tiny, tiny wrecking ball."

"sting just tossing his son around the ring like that is very good, but, sir, that's bad parenting."

"the thing about sky and page is that these are the suburb guys i beat up at the beach on summer vacation. they have big "i robbed these guys at the pier" energy."

"damn, darby just feels his emotion with his entire face, doesnt he."

"okay explain the gambling thing and WHY it's a thing."

"orange rolling into the ring is so fucking good, that man is national treasure."

after me showing her the video of younger orange cassidy shitfaced and holding a fish for no reason: "i am shocked and appalled that you're only showing me this now."

after explaining the history of the jansport: "the range of this dumbass."

"i get that kenny is good and all, but his hair really fucks me up. it's upsettingly bad and i hope he knows that."

"pac is just. so much muscle. flippy beef man. a meateor." she did specify how to spell it for the joke because it was important.

"that man is a weeb, isnt he."

"something about a man breaking a hold by putting his hands in his pockets really gets me hype."

"fuck just murder omega and be done i hate this, put it on the beef man or the juicey boy already."

"babe, ill be right back i gotta murder this callis bitch."

screaming, "THAT'S MY FAVORITE REF, YOU UGLY FUCK!"

after kenny won: "i fucking hate wrestling, this is bullshit."

"holy fuck, babe, i forgot mark henry was a wrestle boy! i know him from the olympics!"

"hey, is mark henry bigger than large paul?"

"mjf is a dumb bitch and i love him."

"hey, quick question, who thought repelling down the stadium would look cool, they're so far away."

"there's wardlow, my sweet boy. this is cool now."

she laughed for a solid two minutes at tony schiavone saying, "here comes the little guy."

"i fuckin hate hager. kill him wardlow, kill that crispy maga ass bitch."

"okay what's with the chairs." *after a brief explanation of the chairshot heard round the world* "and, like, he can't just pick a new gimmick? it's been two years, bro. move on, shes not coming back."

"okay, i admit that this is great and i love it, kill that old man on the dancefloor."

upon learning this is technically the main event: "you mean it's over after this? theyre ending the show on THIS? not the triple threat match, this?"

"i just noticed mjf's bedazzled jeans, i'm not angry anymore, this is perfect."

"no, more wardlow. gimme the beef."

"christ, sammy guevara is kinda incredible and i'm fuckin angry about it. why cant inner circle be just sammy and santana and ortiz, fuck the other two."

"no, shut up! i refuse to sing along to this! whats wrong with you?! this is a bad song!"

[whence-the-woody]

Finale commentary under the cut

So I wanted to kind of liveblog as I was watching but held back so these are my remembered reactions/second watch reactions

Bummed there was no song recap but quickly figured itd play at the end

PUPPY. Best part of the ep, lbr, Dean was so cute with him

Theyre really doing a cheesey life montage huh - still not clear whether monsters are a thing in this new world?

I was watching the mins tick by during this first montage like OKAY we get it, cheesey happy home life, move along. There was only 40 mins left of the whole show like get on with it, it went way too long 

We definately needed to restablished that Sam is neat while Dean is messy. Totally necessary to spend time on that. Also didnt Dean get houseproud when they moved into the bunker?? What happened to that?

OMG get on with it

Then becomes apparent that hunting is still a thing. Which if so what was the point of showing then doing fucking laundry and dishes while “Ordinary life” plays - if its not just an ordinary life?

At this point i thought it might go the route of them being listless without hunting as a job but then murder scene so I guess not

This whole pie sequence is stupid and a waste of time, we all know it

Dean being a cold, heartless bitch about everyone being dead. Aces. Not unexpected but still just great. How dare you be so happy about pie fuck you dude. 

DOES ANYONE REMEMBER EILEEN

Pie is the face is not funny my dudes come the fuck on

I started skipping through during the murder scene. I was bored. Like, I dont care about tension building to the murder of a family we dont fucking know. Ive always skipped these scenes, what is the damn point. Its not scary or interesting. 

GET ON WITH IT

Same old FBI bullshit. Nice to see the journal again I guess. But like, this is STILL what we’re doing? In the very last ep? Same old, different day, just like 15 years ago. Really?

Singer and Kripke. Subtle. 

I skipped through the interrogation too. I dont find the scary brother act cool or entertaining 

15 mins in and nothing has happened

Theyre trying so hard to give Dean jokes and nothing is landing, its so cringe just stop

The way the little clown faces pop up - if that supposed to be scary? Really? Its all just so silly rn

Watching it again I realise just how easy this hunt is. The answer is in the journal. They find the exact family. They find the exact barn. The kids are just stood in a cupboard. This is what takes Dean out, really? Its not even a normal hunt, its a way too fucking easy one. 

I do not remember this chick or what ep she was in, maybe theres some parallell or foreshadowing by bringing her back but if there is I dont get it

Bottom line if youre gonna bring people back WHY THE FUCK THIS RANDOM GIRL

I knew so fast he was gonna go out like that. Hanging from a fucking nail

I kept saying out loud not like this, no way, this is so stupid, its so stupid omg

I paused and tried to talk myself into putting aside how stupid and awkward it was for him to be doing this scene hanging off a pole and just try to invest in the emotion of the speech. Which I achieved at times

but why was is so awkward tho?? Just the way hes stood pressed against it is fucking weird. Also 1000% Sam couldve gotten help and he wouldve been FINE. It took so long for them to talk, an ambulance couldve been there before they were done, there was no need for this

Okay the speech did make me cry once I pep talked myself into being invested. The reference to being scared Sam would reject him, the I love you so much, Sam saying dont leave me, the stay with me and tell me its okay - all those moments got me and I did cry. I appreciated the family business line. I liked Jensen telling Jared he always keeps fighting, that was a nice reference. 

BUT there were also those moments that made me scoff, roll my eyes or laugh. The whole “always you and me” bullshit especially. The second I knew he was going to say I’ll be in your heart I yelled at them to no do it, I hate that cheesey move, then literally was like “oh my god, he did it”. It WAS NOT always going to end like this - so much of the last 15 years was proving him wrong about that. This is all just so wrong, it is not good. 

Jensen and Jared did a good job with what they were given in this scene but my god

The audacity of the Cas erasure- always you and me. FUCK YOU. 

I laughed out loud when his last shot was a One Perfect Tear. I was literally like “Oh wow they did that”

DEAN DESERVED A BETTER DEATH

It also kinda loses all impact when you see him like 2 mins later

MIRACLE IS THE REAL MVP ILY

Theyre really doing another montage. Really. Like we get it, hes sad, we didnt need the toast to understand that

Omg Miracle by his side. The best of bois. 

Looking around his room like beer and guns was all dean was. Sure. Aces. 

I choose to believe Bon Jovi was a ref to before Dean went to hell

If Donna is back why isnt anyone else?!?

Oh Jared you look so old bby. Go home. He looks older there then later in the ridiculous make up

Why is that shot made to look like hes leaving the bunker forever?? Like that makes no sense

Bobby greeting him is nice and all BUT IT SHOULDVE BEEN CAS

Also they are 1000% doing the show don’t tell by having Bobby just sit and explain everything. SO FUCKING LAZY

Cas has been out of the empty, helping rebuild heaven. Okay, fine. Even Dean’s reaction to hearing that was fine. BUT YOU ASK WHERE YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND IS AND GO SEE HIM. WHO IS THIS VERSION OF DEAN WTF

I know people are upset Cas is back working in heaven but I dont think its anything like before. It sounds like he helped fixed things then got his own heaven. Also he’s God’s Dad, hes not serving God, hes teaching him. I know human Cas done right is what we wanted but I dont hate this for him. BUT WE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SEEN IT. 

Why is a memory of being a kid with his Dad what Dean is reminiscing on. They have literally reverted him back to s1. There are so many memories dean should be thinking about in fucking heaven

Hes going for a drive

Hes going for a motherfucking drive

In the car he was just in

WHY THE FUCK IS HE ACTING LIKE HE HASNT SEEN BABY IN YEARS WHAT IS THIS SHIT

Hes going to drive around doing nothing until Sam gets there are you fucking kidding me. Not going to see any of his family from the last 15 years, just driving. Absolute horseshit. 

This is the moment where you realise that this episode has changed NOTHING. This is the same ending as the last ep except theyre in heaven not on earth

ITS THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING

Okay so they skip over how Sam went from going on a hunt to walking with a toddler. OMG how unsubtle that they have literally just labelled the child Dean in big yellow letters. I couldnt help but laugh, how fucking stupid. 

I did get a bit teary when the music started I’ll be honest. But mostly through the whole montage (ANOTHER ONE) I was saying to myself This is so fucking stupid. omg this is dumb, what the fuck is this, so stupid.

They literally did a montage so long they had to play the song twice. Im just done at this point wow. 

The old man make up is so bad I just laughed. The only pictures being of the 4 of them, reinforcing the Winchester only bullshit, great. Not even pics of this new random family Sam’s got. The painfully cliche Dad moments for Sam, again so bad its funny. Omg the hand on the head of this random kid, this is so ridiculous. Old man sam in his bad wig trying so hard to move like hes old and crying in the impala. Wtf is happening, this is SO STUPID 

I thought theyd cast a more attractive son I’ll be honest. So he has the tattoo - are they a hunting family? Because that would go against both s1 Sam they’ve tried to go back to and the s15 Sam they build up to for all those years

I know they were going for an emotional parallel with that “you can go now” but this random man saying it to Sam in that make up, with the music cue lined up right there - its just funny coz its so dumb im sorry

I cant believe they actually played another different version, I’ll never get over that

Theres alot of things I’ll never get over

Is this bridge supposed to mean something? They shouldve picked a setting that meant something

I know theyre trying so hard to make Dean look happy and peaceful to convince us its a good ending but sis no

I laughed out loud when Dean turned around - WHAT IS THAT OUTFIT SAM?

Really, they have nothing to say? No questions, no convo? They just have cheesey smiles and look over the water? This is so wrapped up in a fucking bow trying to force us to feel good my god

The cut almost immediately to them talking to the camera, still in character getup, was so cringe I yelled and turned it off

And they pan out to literally none of the people we want to see . Great, Good. 

LITERALLY WHAT WAS THE POINT 

[projectshadovv]

Can you tell us more about your fursona?

im gonna assume you mean Blank, my albino white shepherd!

Blank’s original name was Raven. i wanted a “dark” name to contrast her light appearance, like Shadow, or Shade, or Coal, or Smokey, but i went with Raven, i dont know why but i did!

i chose a white german shepherd because i was currently obsessed with Bolt, the disney movie!! its still one of my all time fav movies. 

I made her super plain white, turquoise eyes taken from the anime character Toshiro Hitsuguaya from Bleach (i always thought his eyes were the most BEAUTIFUL shade of blue EVER...)

i was also really into bandanas and camo patterns, specifically gray camo, thus ending up with THIS:

she wasn’t my main fursona then, i had a different character, but she was one of the many i had. i didnt draw her much, cause i liked complicated, fun designs, and she wasnt all that fun to draw. i mostly drew her in vent art cause it was the easiest, and she was more of a serious character (dont let that smile fool you)

When i finally up’d her to my main sona, i added a SHIT load of gear to her. this was during the era of making fun of wolf a boos and sparkledogs. they were major cringe, and i took great pride in NOT having such a colorful, blinding character. but she was STILL boring to draw, so what did i do?

GEARED HER UP BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOVE wearing hats, ofc i gave her one, including a spiked collar, and her gray bandana. wristbands, a ...bandage? i liked to wear as if i had some sort of wound, gave her an ipod arm band (including headphones), a sticker (it mightve actually been meant to be a TATTOO?) with my favorite number (11), and on her right shoulder an LOL face sticker, earrings, a chained wristband along her leg wristbands cause i played LOZ twilight princess and i liked the chain on Wofl Links leg, AND............A CHAIN...HARNESS?? oh also changed her eyes to red. cause red eyes were badass.

i almost NEVER drew her harness tho. FUCK CHAINS...

i changed my fursona again tho, to a lil fennec fox named Zenka. i made Raven more of a High school persona kinda of character, and also for vent again. i updated her designs but kept a lot of stuff on her still, i was really attached to a buncha her stuff. got rid of the chains and wrist bands and the stickers. combined her collar and bandana, made a camo printed collar, gave her a KITTY HAT i loved these types of hats back then!!! i collected the hell out of them! i gave her a pink nose, green eyes, and black faded tip tail (i played okami recently ghfdk). oh and i actually learned a bit of anatomy, so she looks more like an actual shepherd dog.

(got a tablet recently. did i mention the ones before were drawn with a mouse? its all tablet drawings from here on out)

i drew these only a few years ago for funsies, but this is a side by side comparison

i started to FINALLY become attached to Raven, but i wasnt feeling her green eyes, and i was starting to love pink. minus the black tipped tail, which i forgot (or maybe i didnt cause this was when i got the albino idea), here is when i officially started the process to permanently changing her design to what it is today. i also noticed i had a nick on my left ear, so its been an official staple of all my fursonas designs ever since.

made her a new anthro form that i ended up NEVER drawing after i made this cause i had no idea how to design clothes. disclaimer, ive NEVER smoked but i thought it was Cool(tm) back then, so id draw my sonas smoking. at least smoking rainbows didnt sound or look so deadly. OH and teh declawed design idea comes from when i started working in the job industry and bc of it i have bouts of joint and muscle pain every now and then, possibly arthritis, who can a afford a doctor and official diagnoses these days. and the effect of declawing animals shares the same symptoms, so i use it as a little hidden tid bit.

fast forward a bit, new ref 2015

i finally came out being a lesbian and its just been good designs since then. LOOK AT HER LIL FLUFF HEAD

new ref in 2017, finally new official name!! took getting some used to. i had a childhood friend who was considered a bad influence/bad seed child, but i enjoyed her company, and loved the name she picked for herself Blank.

besides liking the name, its “””””””symbolic”””””””” as seen in the second pic, a ref sheet i tried making earlier this year

(also ditched the ink stained tail design idea, nvr used it. now its just a silver tipped tail)

and HERE WE ARE NOW!!!!

THE COMEBACK OF THE GRAY CAMO............ anyways thank for hearing me out!!! ilove this girl so much

[tetsuyaku]

Hey do you have any kuroyaku fic recs? I just caught up on the manga n im hunger for some good food

alriiight we’re trying to answer this for the third time ashgdasd here we go!!

We Lingered On Bridges by aritzen (Gen), 3k, FAKE DATING!!!! 

Night Brighter Than the Day by mozaikmage (Gen), 2k, christmas date!! ft. daimika :’) based on this art

Change My Perspective by ryekamasaki (Gen), 600, absolutely adorable with a side of Daishou being Daishou

A Map of Stars by acidulication (Gen), 1k, post high school, this killed me dead ok it hit all my weak spots, yaku has freckles, kuroo’s gay and there’s icarus and the sun refs *chef kiss* (also!! illustrated) 

Store Bought by villager_bxx (Gen), 3k, domestic life!!! fluff ft. disasters in the kitchen (also has illustrations!!)

Curiosity Killed the Cat (And Satisfaction Brought It Back) by SecretMaker (T), 3k, mutual pining,, yaku has a huge crush but he can handle it (he really can’t)

Eyes On Me Eyes On You by dadkage (T), 3k, good quality pining and love confessions!! it’s so so good!

5 Things About You by theauthorish (T), 8k, “It’s when he reaches for the fridge to pull out last night’s leftovers for breakfast that he sees it: a note stuck to the door of the freezer with one of their few magnets.It reads, 5 Things Kuroo Tetsurou Knows about Yaku Morisuke.” this one,,,is so good okay,,, they,, they’re in looooove

Words Unsaid by nylie (Gen), 1k, post graduation, Kuroo, Yaku and Kai not saying good bye

Little Bits And Pieces of This World by noyabeans (Gen), 8k, kuroyaku’s relationship over 7 years :’) that peak enemies to friends to lovers content

Midnight Railway by aritzen (T), 4k, university fic!  “Yaku moves to Kyoto for university, and Kuroo is too chicken to follow - until he finally does.”

Study Session by Icie (Gen), 1k, basically they study together and it’s super soft and so good

Brain Robbers From Outer Space by downmoon (T), 1k, university fic! “Yaku worries, and Tetsurou wonders if they’ll ever have A Moment“

AUS:

Soulmate Au:

Master of My Fate by sapphire_eyes27 (T), 14k, soulmate identifying marks!!! enemies to friends to lovers!!! i think this is genuinely the best, the absolute best soulmate au i’ve ready ever, in any fandom (i may be a little over dramatic but it’s at least the best one i’ve read in a long time) its just !!!!!!!! aaaaaa i lose my mind thinking about it tbh it’s so nice *cries* there’s fluff, there’s angst, there’s.. bed sharing, it has it all tbh

Apocalypse Au:

Gonna Help You Swim by boxofwonder (M), 4k (nearly 5k), major character death (it’s not kuroo or yaku though). this one!! is so good okay, it has that good good quality nekoma friendship content and yeah it’s bittersweet and made me cry (like zombie aus tend to) but it’s so so worth it i loved every second

Actions Are Louder Than Words by SapphyreLily (M), 3k, graphic depictions of violence. this one is so so good, its just kuroyaku trying to keep each other alive in a post apocalyptic world and with deaf yaku!!

Rage, Feral and Wild by sweet westerlies (T), 800, minor injury. basically Yaku stitches Kuroo up and calls him an idiot it’s very them :’)

Other Aus:

Counterbalance by qingting (T), 5k, avatar au!! ft. Kuroo, Yaku and Kai as pro benders!! (also minor appearances. bokuto, akaashi, konoha and our amazing third year managers bless). This one had me smiling all the way through, even if you haven’t watch atla/lok please read this, it’s so so good, like, the concept!! the dynamic!! its.. *chef kiss*

Honour, Duty by noyabeans (Gen), 1k, medival au! lord kuroo and his loyal knight yaku :’)

Watch Your Heel Crush, crushed, Uh-Oh by mozaikmage (T), 2k, art student yaku and life drawing model kuroo, ft. suga and yaku friendship :’)

edit: I FORGOT THIS ONE

Getting Better, Together by jellyryans (Gen), 3k, flower shop/tattoo artist au!! super cute valentines day fic!!!

[missblissy]

SO I ACCIDENTLY DELETED THE ASK BUUT! Anon asked about my OCs so here they are ;v;

These are my two important children. I do not have their demon forms drawn out yet because THIS IS A VERY OLD REF OF THEM ((I drew this in 2017. I do not have a working tablet but im GETTING ONE FOR CHRISTMAS SO IM GONNA BE DRAWING AGAIN SOON!! This is just their general bio, not necessarily Hazbin hotel))

Sage Helvig:

Age: 26 Gender: Female Race: Mixed. Japanese/Europen Descent.   Status: Alive Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: Smol Height: 4′9″ Weight: 160 lbs Skin: White Hair: Long black hair that stops above her waist, wavy but little to nose curls Eyes: Blue Other defining features/extra anatomy: Has many piercings on her ears, both ears are completely covered with piercings. Voice: Soft-spoken and relatively monotone. Doesn’t express a lot of emotions when speaking. Often mistaken for being tired. Style: POP PUNK!!! EDGY!!! EMO!!!!

Loves/Favorites: - Tol Husband - Magic/Pagan worship - Japanese cuisine and culture - Archery/Bowhunting - Studying Mythology - Pepsi ((She’s addicted)) - ALL BREAKFAST FOOD - And fruits. She prefers fruit over candy - Chemistry - Cleaning ((It’s a form of therapy for her)) - Science ((in general)) - Crabs ((She keeps them as pets and thinks they are the cutest things every)) - Winter and Fall - Swords/Daggers/Blades

Hates: - Candy, like unnaturally sweet things ((like taffy, lemon drops, sour patch kids, etc etc)) - Math - Cooking - Most internet culture. - Evil/Dark spirits/Demons ((Anything malevolent)) - People who don’t know how to shut up about cars - Bugs - Spring and Summer

Hobbies: - Studying different culture’s mythology/history/religions. - Witchcraft/Spellcasting - Demon slaying - Archery - Chemistry - Swordsmanship

Hopes/Dreams: - To one day rid the world of all demonic and malevolent spirits. - Have a daughter of her own and raise her the way she was raised - To become a skilled and honorable Demon Slayer

Fears/Nightmares: - Anything bad happening to Van or her brother - Death - Demonic possession ((Ya know, being possessed and shit)) - Hurting the innocent. - Getting sent to Hell

Best Quality: - She is a skilled Demon Slayer who has seen more combat than the average person. She used a mix of a short bow, rapier and magical abilities when hunting and fighting demons and spirits Greatest Flaw: - She doesn’t put enough trust and faith into those around her. She struggles with taking on to much at once and burning herself out. She tries to hard to fix everything by herself and tends to push the people she cares most away from her. How does the character picture himself/herself? - She doesn’t see or view herself as the legend she is slowly becoming. She’s very humble and feels as though she is at the bottom of the ladder when it comes to anything she does. There is always room for improvement. How do others see him/her? - One of the best Demon Slayers there are out there, many people are fame struck when the come meet her because she is from a long demon slayer that dates back to some of the earliest centries of human culture and society. This causes her and Van to move a lot.

Most valued possession: - The rapier sword that she was gifted too by her father as he died from a fatal wound during a battle with a demon. It is the same rapier sword that she used to kill said demon that murdered her father.

Is he/she motivated by possibility or necessity? - Necessity. She knows that she is needed because there are so few people left on the planet with gifts like hers ((I.e Magical abilities)) How does he/she view the future and/or the past? - Sage thinks there is a grim future for humanity and has little faith in those around her. She tries not to think about the past either but uses it as motivation to keep moving forward. What is his/her philosophy on life and death? - She fears death more than anything, only because she doesn’t know what kind of afterlife she will have. Sage doesn’t think death is the end, and believe there is life beyond death. She wants to live as long as she can, possibly growing old with Van. What kind of energy level do they usually have? Sleepy and depressed. She’s not a bubbly person and is very serious and stoic and quiet.

Does he/she have a temper? Yes but only if you push her to the edge or if she’s been cornered in some way.

Polite or rude? Rude Stingy or generous? Generous Leader or a follower? Leader More happy by themselves or in a group? By herself What is his/her sexual preference/experience/values? - Sage is bisexual, monogamous, and demisexual. Before she married Vanderlinde she dated both men and women. She doesn’t sleep around and find causal sex repulsive ((for her, she doesn’t care what other people do with their sex lives)) -History/Background- - Sage was born from a Japanese mother and a German father. She was born in Japan but her family moved around every few years due to being members of a secret society dedicated to exterminating demons. Her mother is still alive however her father died when she was 17 years old in a fatal battle with a Demon. - She has spent almost her entire life working for a secret society of demon slayers, which she took on as a full-time job after her father died. - Sage has an older half brother named Kael, they share the same mother but a different father. - She received formal schooling through the secret soceity she worked for. She was able to still get her high school education while traveling around the world to slay demons. - She met Vanderlinde when she was 20 years old and after just moving to the United States. Vanderlinde was a priest at the time and Sage had just enrolled in university for a chemistry degree. They quickly fell in love and Sage welcomed Vanderlinde into her secret society with open arms and Vanderlinde happily joined.

((There is so much more to Sage’s backstory I’m just TIRED and SLEEPY so this is all ya’ll get.))

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Vanderlinde Helvig:

Age: 31 Gender: Male Race: Cucasion, Scandinavian descent. Status: Alive Build/Body Type/Physical Frame: Tol Height: 6′0″ Weight: 230 lbs Skin: White Hair: Short blonde fluffy hair Eyes: Green Other defining features/extra anatomy: He has several tattoos, all of them are based of Nordic Mythology, Nordic Ruins, and Scandinavian Vikings Voice: Deep but soothing. Imagine what butter would sound like if it could talk.SMOOTH Style: Business Causal, he’s a professor so he wears a lot of dress shirts and sweaters. This boy loves his cashmere sweaters.

Loves/Favorites: - His smol wife - Music ((He loves pop punk, rock, grunge, metal, etc etc)) - THE LORD ALL MIGHTY - Sunday Prayer - His Students - Teaching - Nordic Mythology - Cooking - PEACE AND LOVE - Coffee and tea. - Summer and Fall - Going to concerts/rock shows - Motorcycles

Hates: - Spring and Winter - Unnecessary arguments/debates - People who refuse to educate themselves - Lazy Students - Grading paper work - People who don’t know how to drive - Demonic/Evil Spirits - Pepsi ((He’s a Coke-a-cola person)) - Alcohol ((And Drunk people. If you are drunk he won’t even try and talk to you))

Hobbies: - Reading - Writing ((He’s written many books about religious study books)) - Exploring the unknown ((He breaks your modern Indiana Jones tbh lmao)) - Providing Exorcisms/religious healing/cleanings - Working out/staying fit - Researching religions and mythology

Hopes/Dreams: - WORLD PEACE - That everyone can be happy and treated equally - To destroy every demonic/evil spirit - To have a child one day, just one. Doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl he’ll love them the same. - To be recognized worldwide for his work and struggles.

Fears/Nightmares: - Losing Sage ((In any way. Like if she’s killed or if she leaves him etc etc.)) - Becoming possessed and harming people. - The Devil/Lucifer/Satan - Demonic spirits ((He’s always afraid of them even if he’d confronted by them)) - Heights/Being up high - The ocean

Best Quality: - Vanderlinde is a very mild-mannered person. It’s hard to piss him off, he’s very calm and collective and has incredible control over his emotions. People often describe him with a “healing” personality and an “open mind.” Greatest Flaw: - He lets his fears control him. Too often he runs away from things that quiet literally scare him. He is not a fighter and doesn’t enjoy fighting, he’d rather run away defend himself or those around him. This often leads people to say he is cowardly. How does the character picture himself/herself? - Vanderlinde sees himself as a weak softy who can’t win a single physically fight. He doesn’t have a lot of self-confidence so he doubts himself and his skills way too much. He thinks he a push-over that anyone could walk all over. How do others see him/her? - Many people view Vanderlinde as an incredibly intelligent and kind professor who cares about his student’s education more than anything in the world. ((Next to his love for Sage)) People describe him as a very kind and loving person with a big heart.

Most valued possession: - His rosary, he carries it with him always. It was a gift to him from a priest that change his views on Christianity and other religions.

Is he/she motivated by possibility or necessity? - Necessity. Vanderlinde knows there aren’t enough people in the world fighting the dark forces. He knows it is his duty to educate the masses about what is going on when no one is looking. How does he/she view the future and/or the past? - Vanderlinde hopes for a pretty and peaceful future, a safe world where his child can grow up without fear. What is his/her philosophy on life and death? - Vanderlinde does not fear death, he knows that he is going to Hell anyway, so he might as well enjoy his life to the fullest until that day comes. What kind of energy level do they usually have? He’s very relaxed, calm and cool. He’s known for wearing a comforting smile and using healing words to lift people up and make them feel better about themselves.

Does he/she have a temper? No. Vanderlinde has incredible control over his emotions. Even when he’s pissed off he’s still nice, happy, and trying his best to please others.

Polite or rude? Polite Stingy or generous? Generous Leader or a follower? Leader More happy by themselves or in a group? By himself What is his/her sexual preference/experience/values? - Vanderlinde is a straight monogamous male. He’s experimented before here and there but he prefers women for the most part. He is very private about his sex life and gets very uncomfortable when people talk/ask about it. -History/Background- - Vanderlinde grew up in an orphanage for wayward boys, he never knew his parents and refuses to look into them. He was born in the United States. He doesn’t want to know why or how he ended up at the orphanage. It was run by a Catholic church, where he grew up with a deep faith in the Lord. He began to question his faith when the Priest he looked up to had passed away. - Around 18 years old Vanderlinde left the orphanage and went on a soul searching journal across the United State. He was homeless during this time as he traveled cross country, drinking, doing drugs and learning about all different types of faith. When he turned 20 he turned back to the Church and became a priest for the next five years. - He met Sage when he was 25, she was 20 at the time. Because she was a pagan witch, Vanderlinde was punished for getting himself involved with her. At the same time, he also got in trouble for researching other religions other than Christianity. He chose to renounce his priesthood and left the church because he did not agree with their rules. After that, Vanderlinde worked towards becoming a professor at the local university where he could freely research and teach others - After he fell in love with Sage, Vanderlinde joined her secret society, more than happy to join a cause he believed in and was willing to fight for.

((Again, there is so much more to Vanderlinde’s back story but Im just so tired and I wanted to quickly summarize the 20 pages I have for these two dorks.))

[brimstone-and-helianthus]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh im excited this is my first exalted secret santa!! Ok first up:

Wind Erodes the Veneer of Dreams, a midnight caste abyssal and resistance supernal.

Her parents were lost eggs vying for prestige in the Blessed Isle, focusing their resources on their single exalted child. [REDACTED] became an Immaculate monk and was determined to make a place for herself. She was sent to Halta along with a group of Dragon-Blooded to investigate a rumored Anathema, and it basically amounted to a massacre. She got separated and wandered the Wyld for weeks, although from her perspective it was much longer. When Veneer finally found her way out, she was alone, mutated, and half mad.

Her newly acquired second set of arms tended to make people avoid her, so she remained on the fringe of society. She met some Shining Path cultists, which destroyed what little faith she had left. She found their obsession with not only death, but nothingness, comforting. The Wyld doesn’t scare her anymore; it’s just another manifestation of pain and terror. She gets murdered by bandits about a decade later, and as she contemplates the senselessness of her life and death, the Bishop offers her a choice. She takes it, of course.

Wind Erodes the Veneer of Dreams believes the only way to end suffering is to end life because they are irrevocably intertwined. She hates how she spent so much of her life tied to a faith based on lies. She wants the best for Creation, but she happens to think that the best thing to do is to send it into Oblivion. She tries to retain a mild, unaffected exterior, but in truth, she still cares a bit too much about the living. Veneer is a high priestess/assassin and knows Ebon Shadow Style. Her charms mainly focus on tracking, stealth, and lore.

Veneer is about six feet tall and built like a string bean. Her second set of arms starts at the bottom of her ribcage, and all four arms are just a touch too long to look natural. She has the hideous merit because she looks like a mummified corpse, all dehydrated skin and skeletal-ness. Veneer doesn’t have eyes, just a black void in her sockets that still see all too well. Her hair is long, straight, and dark, and is normally in a messy bun that is constantly falling apart. I imagine her hair breaks out of its bun and flows around at suitably dramatic moments. It’s hard to tell with her dehydrated corpse look going on, but being from the Blessed Isle, she looks East Asian. She normally dresses in layers of ascetic robes and a thick, fur trimmed cloak. She has two sets of robes, a white one for snowy stealth missions, and a dark grey and navy one for everything else. All her clothes are ragged, and there are multiple tears from fights. She has two sets of tiger claws: one is her nearly broken, original pair, held in her second pair of arms. The other is an artifact weapon, which look like fingerless gloves. When she flexes, the soulsteel blades come out. It’s a very catlike motion. Her anima banner is a cold, numbing void emanating from her head like a blasphemous halo. Everything sounds quieter than it should when it’s flaring.

Optional: She has an artifact called the Infernal Optogram (i put optograph in the ref but thats wrong sorry lol). It is a full mask made of white jade. It is rounded and featureless, except for five soulsteel sockets for eyes. The eyes of the dead or the living can be inserted into these sockets to activate evocations (im still working on these but it involves instilling fear, tracking, and investigation). It’s based on optography, the idea that the retina can be imprinted with the last thing it saw. She can be wearing or holding it, whatever floats your boat.

The Phantom Apiarist, a No-Moon caste lunar. Caste/favored are intelligence, wits, appearance, and dexterity.

I’m still trying to figure out a mortal name, but he was born in a group of villages in the southeast, where the riverland and forest begin to shift to mountains. His community worships a bee goddess, whose domain is fertility, community, and death. She grants plentiful harvests and safety, and in return the surrounding villages worship her. The Phantom Apiarist aspired to be a shaman under her guidance. Her tutelage culminated in the Heart Swarm, wherein he sacrificed his heart to show her devotion to her. She examined it and deemed it worthy. She placed a queen from her colony into his chest to start a new hive. This was his initiation into terrestrial sorcery. He’s really glad it worked, because if his goddess finds your heart lacking, she eats it and you die.

While he’s still recovering, his village is invaded. He still tries to fight even though he is a) half-dead, and b) does not know how to fight. He hasn’t even tried to use his control spell yet (I don’t have a clear picture of who would have invaded, I imagine I would flesh that out with an ST). Luna disguised themself as a marauder, and was very nearly taken out by a trap he set. She proceeded to thoroughly thrash him, and was like “you’ve got spunk, but you could use a helping hand. Try not to get yourself killed.” And exalted him on the spot.

He is grateful for Luna’s assistance, but expects that they want something in return, and is worried it would conflict with his own priorities. Which are keeping his home safe from an increasing number of raids and generally causing havoc to any Realm passersby. His control spell is blood lash, and his magic focuses on body transformations, insects, and necromancy. He has a fun thaumaturgy ritual where he tells bees secrets in exchange for their knowledge of the dead. His Tell is the beehive implanted in his chest. Where his sternum should be, you can see the nest and bees coming and going. They’re his familiars. He’s a trickster at heart, and his charms tend to revolve around loyalty, misdirection, and flirting. His anima banner is sweet-smelling honeycomb dripping blood and the feeling of a hot, oppressive summer’s day.

The closest real world ethnicity to match him would be North African, I’d say. His hair is very curly and goes past his shoulders. It’s normally pulled back with a few loose curls for flair. He’s faceless in my ref because I was really having trouble nailing it, but his nose gives him a very striking profile. His eyes are dark, and he usually has at least a small smile on his face. He’s on the shorter side, and nothing really stands out regarding his physique. His moonsilver tattoos are the major veins and arteries of his body. His main colors are navy blue and forest green, with bits of red-orange accenting. He wears a large sun hat with flowers continuously blooming and dying on it. The flowers themselves are mostly red-orange chrysanthemums with some smaller flowers and leaves. I’m not good at coming up with clothes, but he tends to wear things that are sheer and flowy. Feel free to do whatever with them. He’s trans, and since exalting has given him a body he’s way more comfortable with, he is very excited about all the loose, open shirts he gets to wear now. I imagine a lot of plunging necklines revealing his beehive. His main weapon is a giant war fan with a honeycomb pattern. It is easily the length of his arm.

[sermacsteph]

Yeah, he will, I think it’s one of the reasons I really enjoy his character. Like yeah, his got a lot of pride and can come across as quite arrogant but will admit when he’s wrong and is always willing to learn, like the whole thing with slavery. I think anyone else would have been a lot more stubborn with their beliefs *cough*vivienne*cough*. Yuuusss, or even with the chargers :3 ooooh thats a really cool headcanon and a really good way to start to see why Solas is the way he is and then sharing it with Dorian and maybe Dorian even learns some Elvish words along the way :3 I always imagine Estelle being just as big a nerd as Dorian and love the idea of them using the magic crystals to talk long into the night about magic nerd stuffand everything :3

Yeah he does, he knows that this is part of their heritage and understands why Lavellan would want to drink opposed to Morrigan (I was noting dialogue ideas for a fluffy scene post temple of mythal, and one of Estelle’s potential lines ended up being that he didn’t trust Morrigan enough to restore what was or not to use the power of the well given how far too eager morrigan was to get her hands on it). ooooft the angst! If you ever write a fic of that I’d love to read it :3 the idea of Dorian having to defend himself from a controlled Lavellan hurts so much, like I can imagine him pleading with them, trying to get through to them and how much it would hurt to have to hurt him in defense - ack the angst! I need it >:3 Oooooh I need to read that! *makes mental note* I might see if I can do a quick sketch tomorrow since the current panel of a comic I’m working on doesn’t want to work for me rn and I have far too many pose refs sitting in my folder on pinterest that would work for this >:3

I found that a bit strange as well, like in my playthrough it worked cos Hawke was a spirit healer but at the same time she romanced Merrill so shouldn’t really have that black and white view of blood magic. Then again she seemed against the mage rebellion in my playthrough despite supporting it in da2. I would expect to see more of it being in Tevinter though if I remember correctly its publically frowned upon there (and the current story Im reading in Tevinter Nights set in Minrathous, the MC has a bad view of blood magic so I guess we’ll see :/) I almost always chose sass option tbh XD but my headcanon for Estelle’s reponse is that he is just so done with everything and tired XD (I do love the suspicious look Dorian gives Morrigan on the way out to join him on the balcony :3) ooooh I love that convo! and the way inky smiles, its so sweet!! Yeah, the pain in her voice at that moment hits hard and I always feel bad that I let her drink from the well. I love her character development and its so easy to see now I’m playing dao at the same time (she’s so mean to poor Alistair!). I hope they are too, and if its bioware canon that Morrigan drinks from the well then it would make sense. 

IKR! and his expression... its almost like his tranquil! And then when his himself again and his just holding his head.... just ack feels. yeah that was definitely some foreshadowing there cos Flemeth says that regardless if Inky or Morrigan drinks from the well. That does sound awesome! Another idea is that for those who don’t have mythal tattoos, the symbols takes the form of the mythal tattoos over the top of whatever tattoos Lavellan has. Oooooh damn, I imagine it would be by Solas at that point since Solas kinda seems to absorb Mythal in the post credit cutscene, but yeah that hurts A LOT and they’d have no way of being able to change what they’ve done or whether they can be trusted anymore because of what Solas could do

Yeah, Solas did say that everyone had magic before the veil came down, though I’m unsure if thats all elves or literally everyone

Yeah, its quite a delicate process and I’ve neither good dexterity with my hands or good hand eye coordination, so it got quite frustrating after awhile but the results when its done properly are amazing :3

So after my xbox foiled my attempts to re-play Origins, I'm forcing myself to learn how to play on the laptop. I cant play for too long as my hands cramp up easily and begin to hurt, so I've been doing two hr stints after work

My warden is a warrior this playthrough (i normally play as a mage) and I've just reached the part with the ogre in the tower - this is gonna be interesting since I've yet to get the hang of combat. (I figured out how tactics work so that's a start)

[merryfortune]

okay so about your new ocs do you have refs for them???? bc i reqlly want to try and draw them and like i know i have that oc ask but ive hit sort of an art block and im hoping your ocs will help

I am super flattered but 90% of the references I have for characters are super out of date so I’ll just list some OCs who would look fab in your art style. That and the first time I answered this, I finished getting all the photos ready then left the page to get the links to the doll makers I used and my inbox crashed.

Decently long post so it’ll go under the cut, hope someone grabs your attention and you are allowed to go “fuck that, I think this character should look slightly more like this” or whatever, What’s that ao3 tag that’s like “canon is slow roasted at 250 degrees” or whatevr, yeah, you’re allowed to do that to my characters peace xx

Don’t Fear the Reaper: Catalina Sanchez

12 year old, scruffy mauve dress, Argentinian (darkish brown skin), big honey brown eyes, sandals, she’s pretty thin but she gains weight over the course of the story, fluffy auburn hair to her shoulders (dyed; original colour black; changed to help hide her identity), short fingers and small hands, pretty dainty looking, thick and fuzzy eyebrows

kinda resembles this Sailor Moon character:

Oceanic Heart: Alaris

16ish years old, her boyfriend Malachi often says that she is as flat as a chopping board, real world equivalent of her ethnicity would be Chinese, elf ears!!, long white hair, purple eyes, translucent fairy wings, wears a hot pink and gold Cheongsam with a subtle floral motif, usually has a pretty airy expression on her face, a gentle smile, overall she is short with a little bit of chub but she does have long legs and very thick thighs (no thigh gap here, lads), also!! most importantly: she hates shoes and only ever wears specially padded white socks to protect her feet, she does have “”tattoos”” but not in places visible I do believe either that or they exist but are undefined (a heart made of the ocean, baby pink in colour, and a set of butterfly wings inside of circle; pastel yellow)

Avian Claw: Wisteria and Faust

Wisteria is kind faced girl, purple eyes, wears a simple purple dress with pink accents, freckly!!!, wild and loose long brown hair that goes past her waist, she ages considerably through the course of the story 13 -> 15 -> 25 so interpret as you please (same for Faust)

Faust: sharp face, often remarked as being snake-like, grey hair in a very serious style but would definitely rock an undercut, brown eyes, thin and tall, very pale, navy blue slacks with a short sleeved white button up with a powder blue cravat

Spectral Unity: Chelsea aka Bubbles & Amelie aka “Princess”

Chelsea: somewhat resembles Lilie from Princess Tutu tbqfh, 14 years old and a little bit curvy, thick shoulders, wears a green halter top with a white floral motif and denim shorts, freckly thighs, pretty pale, blond hair which is usually straight and in two pigtails on the side of her hair, no noticeable hairband, white sandals with a little bit of a raised heel

“Bubbles” - Chelsea’s superhero alter ego. Wears Naruto style white sandals, a navy blue olypmic style one piece. Curls her hair and uses aqua ribbons as hairties, wears Lego Robin style goggles with this outfit

Amelie: 12, think a less freckly, ‘meaner looking’ version of Wisteria (yes, they are probably related), more tame brown hair but it can get pretty feral like Wisteria’s lol, brown eyes, 90s anime mean girl laugh (and aesthetic) to be honest, pink button up dress with collar, white shrug, white strapless sandals decorated with purple bows, pretty thin

“Princess” - Amelie’s superhero alter ego, hair in twin ponytails with purple ribbons, a pink tiara, white and purple sweet lolita style dress with pink socks and white sandals (that don’t have bows on them but do have straps), wears a white eye-patch with a love-heart stitched onto it over her right eye

A Book of Fairy Tales: Daisy and Matt

Daisy: 15, very brown skin, very brown hair past her shoulders (actually, that’s a lie: her hair is reverse ombre with varying shades of brown; darker at the top, lighter at the ends), very brown eyes, no defined outfit but usually colourful shirt and skirt combos or generic Australian school uniform (skirt option, of course), if she has to wear pants they’re probably capris), short with a bit of chub

Matt: 16, angsty male protagonist with nothing to angst about and is hilariously made the butt of many jokes because of it™, pretty pale some freckles but not many, messy black hair, average height but not tall, average body build/flat stomach but no muscle kinda thing, same as Daisy - has no set outfit like the other characters, pretty generic clothes (a lot less colourful though but sometimes paint splatters are a Thing), loves denim and leather jackets tho, generic Australian school uniform too; tracksuit option, none of them fancy kharkis here lads

Psychic Services Association (PSA): Ace of Hearts [no proper name yet] and Queen of Clubs [no proper yet; nicknamed Queenie tho]

Queenie has a slight alternative outfit: sometimes, she wears a camera on a strap instead of her tassel necklace

[yikeshomie]

i know there is nothing i can say that can make you change your mind and soon i’ll come to acceptance with that. i just want to thank you for the last four months. they were the best and worst of my life but i don’t regret them kay. you gave me something that i never felt before. you gave me love and adoration and companionship in a way that i never experienced it and i’m grateful for it. you were the first boy who wanted to get to know me and although i tried to keep you out you still found a way to figure me out. i never got to talk to you about my passions like i should have but i’m thankful for you listening to me ramble about dumb shit. thank you for being a goofball no matter where we went. there were times where i was embarrassed bc i hated having attention drawn to us yet i enjoyed every minute of you being silly bc you were being yourself and i love that about you. thank you for being an artist and being able to create things out of nothing. falling in love with you has lead me into falling in love with music and drawing again and i can’t appreciate that enough. im thankful for all the good times we had. singing the front bottoms, making chili, going to kkk central for jack, exploring nashville, the holidays, taking care of each other while both being sick as a dog (being sick sucked mad ass but you know what i mean), us joking about nothing, to just being able to wake up and fall asleep in your arms. you don’t understand how much those mean to me. thank you for the hard times. thank you for being there for me during the hard times. thank you for being my shoulder to cry on. you’ve come so far from when we first met and i am so damn proud of you kay. you didn’t sit in self-pity man you actually went through with your plans and im glad i was able to be by your side through it all. you don’t need me as much as i need you now and i’ve realized that. with that being said im sorry for how things have turned out. i didn’t want you to give up on us. i didn’t want to be the reason why you’re not your best. i wanted to be your support system. i wanted to be the one you could talk to about anything. i wanted to be the rainbow in your sky shooting stars above you every night. (fight me for that tfb ref (ง •̀_•́)ง ) i wanted to be your best friend and lover kay. i don’t view a lot of people long term in my life, but kay i could picture us being together long enough to have a family and to be happy with our lives. the future didn’t seem so scary when i was with you. i was excited about planning road trips together, going to shows together, celebrating our birthdays together, just being with you excited me. i wanted to show you off to my family and friends bc you were the most important being in my life and you were great. i hold nothing against you. you were the cause of my smiles, laughs, tears, anger, happiness, growth, etc. i know i’ll grow from this experience whether we get back together or not. I’ll always support you no matter what you do and i just want you to be your best and happy. you’re my best friend and im thankful to had the opportunity to get to know you. you are a crying heart tattoo that i will have forever on my leg. (you can fight me for this ref bc i know it was ugly as hell) i know you say you don’t remember how most of your past girlfriends looked like but please don’t forget my face kay. (i know that’s selfish but i can’t help it smh) you were the love of my life and im forever grateful to have been able to fall in love for the first time with someone so interesting as you kay. thank you for letting me mean the world to you.