#ironically enough tho

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

i feel like i've lost the ability to draw so here are some doodles/ 1st draft designs I made for some of the monster high girlies bc I've still got the urge to draw despite that. they all need some work but I feel like I've gotten to a good starting point.

ive got quite a few ideas for the rest but we'll see if I ever get to them lol

beware the tags! (i never shut up)

[vaguely-concerned]

I'm guarding my heart against expecting adoribull crumbs in veilguard because I really don't believe it's going to happen. I think that might be one of the sweet slender branches on the possibility tree that they'll gently and quietly prune away from relevancy, especially since it doesn't involve a player character. dorian will almost certainly be back (hey hiii bestie how have you been? stressed out of your mind I imagine), but I can't imagine they'll let you get too granular with setting up your world state, especially since after ten years they will be expecting to have a lot of players who are new to the series. like AT MOST I can imagine a little background detail implying an amicable bittersweet breakup rather than dragging out the long distance and danger of it all as tevinter politics heat up, if you're allowed to set them both as being still alive.

all that being said I still want it so fucking badly tho fhdskjfhas

[r0bita]

When I see Pav's design I see a guy who really does not care about his rank or appearances (other than the boots rant towards Levi, but I personally like to think that's him showing some amount of concern towards a younger soldier, or to annoy him like the other character exclusive interactions in an attempt to distance himself from your party). Pav's shirt and coat are unbottoned down to the point where they don't even look like they fit him, his chest and and his bullet scars are exposed, he has unkempt hair, and seemingly has a very casual/sloppy posture which implies a lack of respect for the army he's supposedly been indoctrinated in. This contrasts with the image of how most soldiers are expected to be disciplined - to be orderly, clean cut, and tidy, especially higher ranking ones when displaying rank/status. Overall, Pav comes off as messy and possibly not even in his right mind from the beginning. When considering his true purpose for being in Prehevil is to kill the Kaiser, He's practically on a suicide mission.

And this can be further backed up by his attitude towards failing to kill the Kaiser, being saved, and taken to the train. What was the point of joining the same army that killed your village, rising up the ranks through whatever horrible means you had to go through and very possibly willing to do onto others what was done to you in order to get close enough to the man that you deam responsible for everything that has gone wrong in the world, only to find out that he was a indestructible monster beyond your powers? After that, it's either start from square one again, wait to die, or live your life on the run from everyone. Pav had kept a facade for possibly most of his life up until that moment, but as soon as he's cut down the mask breaks apart and he breaks down in train mad at you for giving him a few more moments of life.

To summarize, I'm intrigued by Pav's portrait because it gives us that hint on what kind for person he really is underneath the Bremen "disguise". He can't wait tear the damn thing off himself.

Is he a Bremen pig? Probably not. Is he still a pig? Yes. Or... rather something more feral hiding in the styes that he's trapped himself in, waiting to start a rampage in until he's put down himself. (Hmm. I wonder if that's would actually be a good Moonscorched idea?)

[meteors-lotr]

So was anyone gonna tell me that we’re getting an animated lord of the rings movie about Rohan, or was I just going to find out about that when checking the upcoming movies for my local cinema

[barblaz-arts]

Just realized that both Vega and Regine have core personalities that are inspired by my favorite Loona members. Guess the chokehold they have on me is still binding lmao

[aq2003]

omfg . radio play version of much ado with david as benedick from 2001

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

On the topic tho of like. The archons switching up domains, what do you think could be other interesting changes? Like. Zhongli and Eternity vs Erosion, or how contracts could be subsumed by Justice. Similarly- I think Nahida, with her domain of dreams- could honestly be really fun to play with a Freedom domain, considering the irony of a caged god of freedom to parallel Ventis current story. Alternatively- Freedom in the nation of hydro, where they’re cursed because of the flouting of the rules, and Furina is trapped in a centuries long gilded cage- like. There’s interesting things you can do!! -☁️ (hi it’s me again, I forgot to tag the previous backreading one)

oh yeah absolutely, honestly since the game is about solving problems and dealing with Situations, you could reasonable slap freedom onto any nation and find an interesting outcome. like- freedom from the shogun's dicatorial rule, freedom for ei from her own fears and isolation, freedom for nahida from her prison, freedom of knowledge in sumeru, freedom for furina in how she wants to live life, freedom as it is seen by the people of meropide choosing to remain underwater, freedom for the people of fontaine to finally be people as their ancestors wished without celestia dictating what they can and cannot do, freedom for zhongli to retire and live life at his leisure, freedom for the humans of liyue to carve their own path forward on their own two feet (i admit that's the weakest one); and now natlan will probably be freedom to coexist or freedom from violence or freedom from natlan itself since it's closed. snezhnaya, too, could be about freedom: freedom from celestia's rule, freedom from the heavenly principles (or whatever the fatui are doing); same thing for khaenri'ah and the abyss sibling. freedom from fate and to be able to decide your own destiny. at the end of the day any plot with any conflict can include freedom as a motif, so like- yeah, freedom would be the easier to switch around.

as for the others, that would be the more interesting part i think. like you said, contracts and justice, eternity vs erosion (which is already ei's plot so zhongli wouldn't be all that new honestly), wisdom for zhongli too with the whole witnessing history thing. eternity for nahida in the way wisdom perseveres through time but also in the irony of knowledge is beholden to irminsul and knowledge in irminsul is apparently subject to erasure. stuff like that

we'll have to see how we can play around with natlan and snezhnaya. if snezhnaya is about love that could also be really interesting, as you could also feasibly slap it most of everywhere, too.

[notsafeforvought]

You and Transmasc!Hughie's First Time [Imagine/Oneshot]

“When he first starts speaking, you’d be surprised, and then you’d be relieved and tell him through giggles that you were in the same boat as him.”

RATING: 18+ MDNI

SUMMARY: Hughie’s been very nervous for your guys’ first time sleeping together. You find out why. Turns out, you and him have more in common than you thought.

EXTRA INFO: GN!Reader, Trans!Reader, Hughie is AFAB & transmasc AUTHOR’S NOTE: hi i been feeling a  little dysphoric lately . so i  hit hughie with the  vagina beam to help me not want to die ☺️ . this is entirely self indulgent  but if  someone out there also wanted this  then…….. this is  for yoouuu…… nodding my head WORD COUNT : 587

Hughie wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer. He’d sit at the edge of the bed, nervously bouncing his leg as he waits for you. In his mind, he’d be going over what he would tell you, fully prepared to be hit with rejection.

What he wouldn’t know is that you were in the bathroom silently freaking out over the same thing. You really liked Hughie, what if this was a dealbreaker for him?

You’d walk out, letting out a deep breath as you face him. But before you can say anything, he stands up and tells you himself.

When he first starts speaking, you’d be surprised, and then you’d be relieved and tell him through giggles that you were in the same boat as him. The tension in the air would ease and the two of you would fall onto your bed, you on top of him as he held onto you.

And now he lets out soft breaths into your mouth as you kiss him, shooting sparks up your spine. Your hands fumble with his belt, desperate to get it out of the loops. His hands assist yours and he shuffles his way out of his jeans, bunching up at his ankles. Your hand goes to the waistband of the boxers covering him up. You can’t rush it now, practically teasing the both of you by keeping them on.

But you can’t resist for too long before your fingers are rubbing gently over his swollen clit, feeling the slickness practically dripping from his entrance. He shudders and grasps onto you like you’re his lifeline as your hand flawlessly works him open for you.

You only start with your index and middle finger, gently coaxing his cunt into relaxing around you. The way you can feel him flexing around your digits drives you fucking crazy. You whisper little praises to him, smiling down at the way his face twists in pure bliss.

You readjust your hand, your middle and ring fingers now fucking him open even further, but it’s clear that he would be getting more stimulation if you were touching his clit. You move your body down, your mouth and hands working together to make him practically cry from the pleasure. You wouldn’t mind doing this for the rest of your life until your jaw fell off. 

Hughie’s legs shake as you continue sucking and finger-fucking his cunt, and it’s not long until he’s desperately gasping out his little warnings about coming already. You have a one track mind as you push through the soreness in your wrist and jaw, desperately needing to feel him come around you. If your mouth wasn’t so occupied, you would be telling him how good he is and how pretty he sounded, even if he was trying to be quiet. 

A strangled cry sounds from his throat as he writhes under you, his muscles tighten and relax irregularly for a few moments, his hands resting on your head, grasping onto your hair. It took all his self restraint to not tug at your hair, wanting to be gentle and not hurt you. But it wasn’t easy.

You gently pull your hand away, watching the string of cum between your fingers as you separate them. Looking him in the eyes, you can tell he’s a little embarrassed at the wet and pathetic mess he had become. You don’t care, though. This was only the beginning of what was sure to be a wetter and even more pathetic night.

[colorisbyshe]

that post about the internet lingo in books is so funny because when i reblogged it i was thinking about the locked tomb and then someone reblogged it from me saying TLT wasn't that bad and then someone else reblogged it from me saying absolutely TLT is that bad about it

and i gotta be honest, if a book comes to mind AT ALL for including too much internet-isms, even to defend it... that's too much you've fucked up

if i can smell twitter or tumblr or reddit in your book... if can hear the vocal fry of a podcaster... if i feel at all aware of the fact that your screen time on your phone is more than an hour a day through your book... you gotta scrap the entire thing and start over again

the internet existing in a book isn't necessarily the problem but if i feel like your book is sprouting out of a specific internet ecosystem and its drastically affecting the tone/voice of the work...

it's over.

internet voice in a novel is just marvel quips for people who think they've evolved past marvel quips

[otomegamesandme]

The way Ankou said nothing until the last minute in the first 2 routes but immediately goes "actually don't" when Ceres says she's going to be working for Scien is either going to be wildly concerning or ironic depending on how this goes

[badendinggamer]

Me, an aro/ace person: *makes Echo aro/ace*

Also me: *proceeds to make a doomed yaoi crossover-ish crackship with cyclock(a bad end friends oc) cause I think there dynamic would be funny*

(There ex's before echo kicked brud's bucket)

When your in a "weirdest pairing of ocs" competition and this is your competition (idk what the shipname would be):

Nah I just find it funny I made this a a thing and for all the people that started to follow me once I got into sprunki are probably a little confused

Ngl most of my bad end friends stuff on my au is for my ask blog HINT HINT PROMOTION LOL

This reminds me how I do need to draw Cyclock's boyfriend, Caleb (oc owned by one of my friends) at some point. Tho I do enjoy Cyclock x Echo astetically speaking (and funny lols reasons)

Even funny when I get into some of my bef lore with the sprunkis

(I would also like to confirm despite his looks cyclock is 17...kinda basses on the fact a lot of my male classmates have had beards and mistakes since sophomore like holy fuck guys-)

[s0ap-bubbles]

NRS maybe more people would play your game if you gave people what they actually wanted instead of 3 more guest characters

[navree]

the crown's version of queen elizabeth is a better wife than me because if my misogynistic husband kept trying to supersede my authority all the damn day the next time he did it in front of another person i would just call him "queen philip" and make him cry because of his hatred of women

[shmowder]

The urge to headcanon every pathologic character as aroallo is getting harder to resist each day

They'd each fall differently on the Aversed/Neutral/favoured spectrum for romance. Some would go for a relationship, and others would prefer a fwb situation. Some are poly by default while others prefer monogomy.

[slechterick]

i'm really sorry anglophones but the dutch dub of atla, at certain points, is just objectively better

Hama's cackling laughter

Ember Island's Zuko exclaiming "Honooor!"

Sokka's voice cracks

the dutch dub just has a little more oomph, a little more commitment, a better sense for the well-timed overdramatic

[blackjackkent]

OK, the Underdark bit I've been most worried about for Rakha...

"Ah! A visitor! You're a welcome sight!"

Rakha is on guard immediately meeting this man. The only other such person she's met before - Wyll identified them as hobgoblins - was Ragzlin, one of the three leaders of the goblin camp aboveground. This fellow, though, smiles brightly at her and turns away from the large stack of books he has been examining, with no trace of hostility or malice in his manner.

"But," he goes on cheerfully, "let us observe the customs of the locals."

Narrator: The scholar's brow tenses. His voice spills into your skull, the spores connecting mind to mind.

Rakha squeezes her own eyes shut as her brain seems to vibrate with the man's voice. Blurg, proud member of the Society of Brilliance, at your service.

Then he flinches back and groans, rubbing his temple. "Hgn--nzzt. Or perhaps not. Your mind is far more complex than that of the fungi."

Rakha opens her eyes slowly. Society of Brilliance. She recognizes that name, too - the trader on the road to the creche mentioned working for them. The trader Rakha killed for being an ass to Lae'zel and threatening to steal a githyanki egg.

The man seems harmless, but she does not trust him. "Were you here when the duergar attacked?" she asks carefully.

Blurg smiles ruefully. "I observed the fight from a distance," he says. "Combat is not my field of expertise, but the myconids handled themselves well enough." He gestures around him. "My colleagues and I are working to improve conditions in the Underdark. This need not be such a dire, hostile place."

Rakha considers this, then relaxes slightly. Whatever this Society might be, Blurg does not grate on her the way Esther did; the beast urge remains at its low-level hum in the back of her mind.

Blurg, on the other hand, is looking at her with sincere interest. "It's curious to find a surface dweller here. What has brought you down so deep?"

(A/N: As usual - Rakha's primary resemblance to Hector is that her inclination is to be completely honest roughly 100% of the time. However, the only honest answer here goes straight to the tadpole; I think Rakha would have been more likely to talk about Moonrise Towers and their destination.

I know why they did it this way - bc they're setting up Omeluum's arrival - but it's always a bit annoying when the exact conversational tack I want to use isn't an option. Cos realistically it's already been established that telling a stranger who knows about such things that you have a tadpole is a recipe for being treated like a ticking time bomb. But we work with what we've got. XD )

"A mind flayer infected me with a tadpole," Rakha says with a slight shrug. She doubts this man will know anything about what that means, of course - and if he does, his reaction will probably be only fear. But there's no more point in sugarcoating the situation here than there has been anywhere else.

To her surprise, though, he perks up curiously. "Truly remarkable! But why come to the Underdark where they hold so much power?"

Rakha blinks. Curiosity is not the reaction she expected. And she can't help wondering if there are answers to be had here.

Explain the whole story.

Blurg listens with intent interest as Rakha, in quick clipped sentences, lays out the state of their adventure so far. He clicks his tongue thoughtfully when she's finished. "You were infected by an illithid tadpole? It's a miracle you're still intact. You must be worried sick - but have no fear! I have a friend who may be able to assist!"

Before she can ask him what she means by that, her head rings as the hobgoblin gives a shout through the connecting network of spores around them. Omeluum!

A pause - and then another ringing mental voice, this one lower and more resonant than Blurg's. I hope this is important, Blurg. My zurkhwood samples need constant attention.

"It is!" Blurg says excitedly, abandoning the mental communication and calling down the pathway behind him. "This adventurer has an illithid tadpole inside her head. But she hasn't turned!"

"No ceremorphosis?" says the deeper voice, now aloud as well. Rakha turns in time to see the new arrival--

"That's impossible," the mind flayer says placidly. "But intriguing. Are you looking to have it extracted?"

All of them go completely still, staring wide-eyed - for a moment too astonished to react.

Lae'zel finds her voice first, and her tone has gone ice-cold with trembling rage. "Ghaik!" she snaps. "Your head will make a fine trophy for my queen!"

"Please - hold," says the illithid; its tone has a muted urgency that might be a panicked shout in any other race. "I understand your rage against my kin. One of my brethren forced a tadpole into your eye - or ear, perhaps? But I assure you, I stand with the Society of Brilliance, not the colonies of my people."

Rakha barely hears him. Her heartbeat feels suddenly very loud in her ears, rage suddenly consuming everything else. Her vision pales out and the beast roars in her head. ENEMY. KILL.

She trembles with the urge to leap forward as she did back on the nautiloid, to hurl itself at this creature that is like those who captured her and destroy it, rip the tentacles from its head and shove a knife through that gaping maw of teeth beneath.

But--

She looks past Lae'zel's seething expression to Wyll behind her. He knows the hunting of monsters, but he has gone still with an expression of wary curiosity. He hears the same thing she does - there is something different about this illithid. Something strange, a mystery that tugs at the rational part of her mind.

And if she fights here, it might turn the myconids against them. And she does not wish them dead; she wants to bring them Nere's head and purchase another moment of peace.

"The myconids wouldn't appreciate us fighting here," she rasps out, her voice strained with the effort of resisting the blood urge. "I'll listen."

"Fool!" Lae'zel snarls. "They infest your head and invade your dreams, and still you would parley?"

Rakha ignores her. This isn't about the illithid, not really-- it's about the strangeness of this moment, and her need for answers, and her own inward struggle. It's another moment where the beast has wanted to kill and she has held it back, which is a sort of victory.

She half-expects Lae'zel to attack regardless, and hasn't quite decided whether to stop her. But Lae'zel remains still; her eyes are burning like coals with frustration... but she follows Rakha's lead and waits, a hand on her sword but leaving it undrawn.

The illithid seems to relax slightly. "I ask only that you refrain from violence," it says gravely. "I respect that your opinion of my kind may be... charged." It takes a slow, careful step forward. "If that settles matters for the time being - would you like a diagnosis? Open your mind to me. Let us see what lurks within?"

Rakha's jaw sets tightly at once. She has many invaders already in her head; she does not need another. Certainly not an illithid. "Never mind," she says curtly. "I'm done with mind flayers touching me."

The illithid tilts its head to the side. "I see," it says. It does not seem bothered by her attitude - but there is an odd air of regret in its monotone voice. "I will remain here... if you change your mind..."