#in vc with him rn

[emelinstriker]

@ahi-django : )

@theweepingegg we have to officially make him one of us :))

[shikisei]

does a gay little walk to piss you off

[vinestaff]

i miss maining him

closeup!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dualitytransformation]

@tophatz asked: (( I cannot for the life of me see the emoji but that HUG thing and yes, you guessed it, from one insane thief @ Hyde. May he rip. ))

THE INSTINCTUAL URGE to shove Marque away was quickly suppressed despite Hyde’s DISGUST at the physical contact. He’d warned him. He’d fucking WARNED him. He should’ve suspected Marque wouldn’t take him seriously.

This little thing that had been happening between them? This… FRIENDSHIP? Maybe it had run its course.

What a shame. Hyde REALLY didn’t want to get blood on this shirt.

Instead of pushing him away, Hyde simply reached into his back pocket, pulling out a knife. And just as quickly, he RETURNED THE EMBRACE, making his grip as tight as possible to keep Marque in place in his arms. He wanted a hug? Fine.

“Stay RIGHT there.” His voice dropped with malevolence, a small smirk coming across his face. And yet, the dagger in his hand, SHARP BLADE GLEAMING, never plunged into flesh. Instead, with his free hand, Hyde grabbed Marque’s hair, giving it a FIRM TUG so his head was tilted backwards. The other hand pressed the blade up against the side of his neck, cold and calculating, but never quite cutting into the skin.

He could’ve killed him right then and there without a warning or a chance for him to get away. Why he didn’t, he had NO IDEA.

[thenamelessghosts]

woe armand be uppon ye

[silverskye13]

wait I missed something, you said Tanguish has a voice claim? who??

You didn't miss anything, I've never talked about it lol. I don't normally share my personal voice claims for characters because I don't like restricting people. It's for the same reason whenever someone says "Hey what's your design for X?" I always end the art/description with "You don't have to do that though!"

Anyway, to me Tanguish's voice is in the same higher register as Tango's voice, leaning on the higher end, but a lot smoother, without Tango's rasp. Examples would be:

LeGrand, the first singer in Give A Little

Bo Burnham, especially the silly noises he can make, and the way his tone flattens out on sustained notes like "Well Well" in this song.

The cadence and expressivity in You're Not Welcome by Naethan Apollo.

Ruse and the Caper by Coyote Theory is one of the few songs I can see Tanguish singing. Like, a near perfect match for his voice.

Yeah [jazz hands] there you go. My little scattershot voice claim range. Though as before so again, don't let me dictate how the little guy sounds in your head lol.

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

wouaghgh <- so full of love and happiness but nowhere to put it

[agriocnemis]

say what you want about the honkai star rail community, but honestly the best thing to come out of it is just straight up Argenti and his fan base.

like, originally I mained him because he is useful for physical damage and his ult is very fun to use.... but man does he speak like some medieval knight who is so excited about the modern era he's in instead of being freaked the fuck out.

also mostly because of this one meme I have realized how much he literally just acts like this:

I can never see him in a bad light than being far too willing to 1v1 people needlessly. he's just oddly chill and helpful once you convince him of something.

[mhrsb]

i've never heard someone make a noise like this before

[crystallized-crow]

death threat limbo

HELP hiiii rysan

[nachtsoklein]

brain got rotating n look i love love love the ships ive got here so far really & truly but i cannot lie. in my heart i need kurt to smooch a guy. or be smooched by one. man's so out of his depth w other men it's kinda funny but also kinda cute & it would do him some good to actually get a bit Into his own head now n then.

[demonwebs]

he's on the verge of crying when he bumps into rolan at the bar

[voidcodex]

━ ▮ 𝙰𝚃𝙻𝙰𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. @certifiably-i

In the beginning, the Cosmos burgeoned off Chaos’s carcass.

The first embers of light metastasized into constellations, corroding his lungs as an augury of life; slivers of flesh necrose into nebulae; vessels ruptured into countless new worlds; different refractions of time cohering into infinity. Unlike its denouement, the violence preceding its existence permeated every inch of oblivion. By the seventh day, the universe had come to be.

Everything following Genesis is a prologue to the Apocalypse.

COORDINATES.

R1  -2586.45, 0.0487, 1.00

The revelation of a decaying Earth dawned on Jaeyeon once Olympus' center shifted from atomic manipulation to the exploration of realms beyond.  After decades of accelerating towards the world's end, they concluded that delving through the confines of time and space in search of a new host had become a matter of time. The organization had expanded its network with REAL, an institution specializing in augmented reality and transhumanism, to construct an interdimensional reconnaissance project searching for nexuses interspersed across the universe. 

Jaeyeon´s voyages beyond reality can be dissected in thirds. 

Vivid opioid induced visions forced his soul to detach itself from his body. Half of him aloft, half of him lying unresponsive on a lab table before the world fades to specs of light vibrating similarly to film negatives in a darkroom. Once he reaches out to one of these, a shock of electricity drags him back to reality.

Realms interconnected in a monstrous necropolis with no seeming end or beginning, referred to as Babel. The further he descends through its passage, the more he feels different realities converging,  the more he feels he is not alone. 

A force beckoning him to the edge of the Abyss, navigating through the vastness of oblivion, a horrifying realization seeps through his own consciousness; somewhere beyond the veil, something is stirring. When they tear him open the next morning, they find his bloodstream corroded by a dense,, dark substance.

None were reported, all stored in a spheric artifact serving as a map once his consciousness started deteriorating.

COORDINATES.

R1  -2586.45, 0.0487, 1.00

ATLAS Expedition manifests as the fourth. Despite the qualms from Project AION´s scientists due to a lack of stability in wormhole creation, REAL had assured it would cause a strong gravitational pull forcing him to orbit their own craft regardless of his position.  The initial phase of the expedition had consisted in temporarily tethering himself to an unknown being at REAL´s, a presence vast enough to remain omniscient throughout his enclosure. The second phase consisted in parting the constraints of reality and transcending his corporeal form to navigate through the universe, the weight of his tether only enough to prevent him from being swallowed by the current When he returns to the spacecraft, he sends his coordinates to the station and logs his most relevant findings (those he deems safe, those which might prolong the expedition, an incomplete codex), the rest are left for his own records. 

From the cosmos’s eternity, the jeremiad tearing through Earth is nothing. The gods cannot reach him. Does he have to return?

COORDINATES.

R1 460, 0.0983, 1

A war torn Eden, beasts rotten by solipsism clawing through the same Earth that bore them. Eons, decimated in a matter of centuries. Before infinity, he hears the asterisms suffocating his lungs whisper “Come home”. When he attempts to tear through the Cartesian plane of existence, the third phase arrives as a violent vibration splitting through the spacecraft. In a matter of seconds, the quietude of outer space descends into a turmoil of blaring alarms and red emergency lights. The wormhole had grown into a vortex, crushing the ship with a loud metallic thud. The gravitational pull, had grown into a puncturing force splintering every bone in his body. At the border of consciousness, he latches onto one of the main deck´s valves and braces himself, all else ceases after impact.

In the darkness, a sound more unsettling than the quietude proceeding havoc draws him back to reality: a breath. His eyes pry open to watch a blur outlined by the red glimmer of power surging life back into the system solidify into a silhouette. Disoriented, he pulls himself further from the latter and stares until he properly registers the figure as a "person" until the jarring pressure is encompassed into one being. The space surrounding them is intact, ported into an unknown location.

Who are you? Irrelevant. "What are you?" Implicit. The words drag past his lips with caution as he a couple of metal particles begin to form between his fingers. His gaze drifts to the motherboard, a new set of coordinates is automated.

R2, 460, 98, 1.00, 2

"Crashed, as far as you know, what´d they sent you out for?"

[nazorneku]

Otto reminisces memories with Void Archives featuring @saganarr

[couldntsave]

thinking abt gwen and hobie and what his community means and meant to her, how cool she thinks he is, how kind, how fucking smart. she ADORES hobie, dude. she thinks he's the coolest ever. he's her best friend, right alongside miles. she'd do just about anything he asked and considers him the best person she knows

[melpcmene-arch]

I like to think that now and again, Shanks will get phantom pain and itches. It's what included when you lost an arm. However, to remedy it is to drink. It happened to be a lot worse when it was still a fresh wound. But now it happens to be a monthly thing. An ache, sometimes a reminder, sometimes wondering what Luffy is doing and how he's faring. And sometimes with that drink, he silently raises his drink to Luffy and his crew.