#it's a blorbo name. at least to me

[binary-bird]

There's a post going around that's like "what's the first person you think of when you think of the name David" and i realized mine was your David! Quintessential David😆

delighted you thought of him first 😭 there's so many davids in the wild

[dustykneed]

tbh hyperfixating on crayons + my old musical hypfixes making a comeback was not what i had in mind for 2025 😳

now i just need 2 get back into doing digital comics.... oh boy. idk i was making a comic every few days this exact time last year but i'm so eepy nowadays ugh :']

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

humbly asking for your ocs 🖐️✊🖐️✊🖐️✊

I will ALWAYS talk about my silly little Feds i love them so much

Left to right is Anton Pavoz, Necoda "Neko" Micce and Ivia Soares

I'm stickin my info dump below the cut for dash reasons, but their group tag on my blog is "#rvb oc: the clovers" for more of them!!

Officially they're marked down as a fireteam called Clovers, despite not actually being part of a specific squad. The bureaucratic reasoning is that because they're all specialists to some degree, its easier to move them to where they need to be if they don't have to wait for the rest of their squad. The unofficial reason is that no officer wants to pick up the three of them for their squad because supposedly they're bad luck for any squad they officially join, but you can't put superstition on your paperwork. Being a small, 'free floating' fireteam also means they're super easy to grab to work smaller jobs like recon and escort missions, or just to beef up a preexisting squad, so they end up bouncing around between bases a lot, going where they're needed.

Pavoz is a weapons and vehicles specialist, and he gets his heavy artillery qualifications after the Reds are 'killed by the rebels'. He had the training for a while but hadn't taken the actual final test to get the red trimmed armor with everything else going on- thinking Sarge was dead was the final kick in the pants he needed to get it finalized. Both of his parents were in the Federal Army before him, and he used his mom's maiden name when he registered to allow for some distance between them and him. He did get his dad's dogtags after his dad died, despite that distance, so now Anton wears both his own tags and his dad's. He's a pretty quiet guy for the most part, and he likes to draw! As a teenager, he used to sit in the center throughway of the base his father was stationed at on the weekends and just people watch and sketch everyone he could.

Neko is a translation specialist, although he never actually gives the same answer if you ask him exactly how many languages he knows. Sometimes he gives a reasonable, if impressive number, like 5 or 7. Sometimes he just says 'yes' or 'how ever many I want' because he's a little shit like that. He's also a lying liar who lies, which you can imagine isn't be ideal for someone who is supposed to be translating for you, but he mostly keeps his bullshitting limited to answering personal questions, like where he's from, how old is he, why is he such an asshole, etc. You know, for the bit! Neko is always up for a good joke or a prank, although he definitely prefers the kind that are best delivered with a well timed comment and then watching the chaos unfold around him. He's also a regular feature in the gym at whatever base they're currently at- gymnastics, cardio and sparring are his go to workouts, and he's surprisingly flexible to boot!

Ivia is a medic! She was starting in her second semester of college for a degree in zoology and xenobiology when the protests against the Chorusan government escalated and the first whispers of civil war started cropping up in certain circles and she joined the Federal army after her father was killed in what was reported as a rebellion bombing. Her dad's UNSC hoodie that he gave her when she first moved to Armonia for her classes is her most beloved possession now, even if it is way too big for her- it reminds her of when he would take her camping, just the two of them, and she treasures both the memories and the skills she learned on those trips. She tends to be separated the most from the other two Clovers- medical personal are in high demand everywhere on Chorus, and there's a pretty limited supply. She tends to worry a lot about the boys when they're apart, but that high medic demand does keep her distracted at least. When they're together, Ivia keeps the other two from driving each other crazy- just as they keep her grounded with her tendency to get caught up thinking about the bigger picture of cause and effect, and usually overthinking about it in the process.

[kindred-spirit-93]

listening to laufey while scrolling pinterest and planning a wedding is a vibe ngl

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

when a new Blorbo drops and all the girlies go gaga, you'll forever find me scratching my head in disbelief because I can't comprehend any other Blobo but Stephen Strange

[dazzelmethat]

Long time no Bud. Wow the last time I made her a ref was 2018. I experimented some with her pallet. Unsure if I like the profile head but oh well, open mouthed anime inspired profile faces are notoriously hard for a reason.

Sigh. What am I going to do with her.. my writing conundrum workshopping in tags. My tag rant mentions plot related suicide and ableism (in relation to the zombie trope).

[maryse127]

Thank you @dying-suffering-french-stalkers for tagging me in this :)

rules: make a poll with five of your all time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite!

Tagging: @mister-e-muss @rollypoliesonarock @elfje-8 @the-worst-fe-player and whoever else sees this and thinks it would be fun :)

[protect-namine]

you don't understand how much I felt the slow saline drip of gaining interest in a character, and instead of going, "oooh. interesting. new blorbo?" I instead went, "...really. that guy? oh. oh no."

<- guy with a li tianchen icon ends up blorbofying liu xiao. alas, I have played myself 😔

[thelordofgifs]

For the fic prompt explore some third age mannish politics?

Aahhh this is kind of scary BUT about time I tried it I suppose!

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The King was dying.

The murmurs ran through the streets of Osgiliath, pooling in the taverns and the markets, growing dark and foul in the hidden corners of discontent. Rómendacil II was two hundred and forty years old, but he had always been a man of great vigour, both bodily and spiritually. There had been some who had hoped he would pass three centuries.

"Do none of them ever read?" Lossiel asked irritably. "This is why Númenor fell. All those ancient kings more obsessed with their own mortality than with the actual business of ruling."

"Keep your voice down," Eldacar implored.

His sister tossed her head. "It is true, is it not? For all their preoccupation with being true-blooded Men of Westernesse, they seem to have learned remarkably little from the Downfall."

"Your scholarship is unparalleled, as always, lady," came a deep voice from behind them. Their father's cousin, Urumacil, made a small, ironic bow.

"Princess," Lossiel corrected pertly. "The correct title for the King's daughter is 'princess'."

"Lossiel," Eldacar muttered. Their father was not yet the King, after all.

But Urumacil merely smiled. "Of course, lady," he said. "If you will excuse us. I wish for a word with your brother."

"It will have to be a very quick word, Lord Urumacil," said Eldacar. "My father will have need of me soon."

"A loyal son indeed," said Urumacil, as Lossiel slipped away to the other side of the busy receiving-room with a last pointed glare. "Your father will be very lucky to have you as his heir."

Eldacar managed a sharp-toothed smile. In his sister's absence he must produce his own well-sharpened claws. "My father values my counsel dearer than gold," he agreed. "But I am not to be only his son, you know; to be Crown Prince is to be loved as a son by all of Gondor. To give my life in the service of my country."

"An admirable ambition," said Urumacil, smiling too, "as long as you are quite certain which country you call your own."

Eldacar had left Rhovanion when he was five years old. Would this never end?

"I daresay," he said mildly, "when the crown of Gondor rests on my head, it will be difficult to forget."

Urumacil bowed again. "Let us not wish for your dear father's passing on this, the very day of his ascension!" he said. "You are, after all, a loyal son."

"Quite," Eldacar said. He was growing bored with the conversation, and also restless. Would his grandfather summon him before the end – his grandfather, who loved his son and heir deeply and had never truly warmed to the wife and children he had brought home to Rhovanion? If he did, would he make some fretful remark about whether or not Eldacar would outlive his father?

"A loyal son," Urumacil repeated, sounding amused. "You are not well acquainted with my own dear Castamir, are you?"

"Not really," said Eldacar, "although I am told he is making quite the name for himself in Pelargir."

"Indeed he is," said Urumacil. "In fifty years or so I have high hopes that he will ascend even to becoming Captain of the Ships."

"Fifty years!" said Eldacar. "Surely, if he is as talented as you say, he might manage it sooner than that."

Urumacil smiled. "Why hurry? We have plenty of time." He looked Eldacar in the eye. "Or, I suppose, most of us do."

[welcometoteyvat]

Xingqiu slumps onto his desk, defeated. The deadline for a special volume of A Legend of Sword is scarcely three nights away, and yet he still hasn’t progressed past the first fight sequence. Every word he pens feels inadequate, his characters are becoming more and more crooked, and the sentences are crawling away from him like silkworms off the page—one, two, three, four… Wait—but the next arc… His valiant unnamed hero will claim a narrow victory against the Tai-Shogun’s cyborg samurai, and then—and then…

When Xingqiu’s eyelids flutter open again, the lantern by his window has dimmed considerably. He cannot have dozed off for that long, can he?

At least his father and brother are asleep. It would be best if they never find out about his sleeping schedule.

The shadow of his hand is so sharp against the pages of his lantern-lit draft. Xingqiu traces the ridges of his knuckles, a flickering black silhouette on the page beneath it. From this angle, it almost looks like a dragon’s mouth, one of the Natlan kinds… Maybe he’ll be able to see one in person someday…

He should try to finish this chapter, since it’s almost done anyways… Oh, but didn’t Calx mention something about their alchemy experiments in their last letter? Perhaps they know a potion that could increase his inspiration… it wouldn’t be too late to ask about it, right?

His eyes shut slowly.

“—qiu. Xingqiu. Hey, bookworm. Aren’t you a sorry sight, hm?” Someone is poking his shoulder. He wishes they would stop. He knows that voice. It—

“…Wh— Hu Tao? Isn’t it late? How did you even get in?” Where is she? Xingqiu can only stare blearily in the direction of her voice, strangely disembodied in the pitch-black room.

“The same way I always do; don’t tell me you already forgot? Anyways, there was business at Wuwang Hill tonight. It takes a long time to walk back.” There's rustling, the tap-tap of shoes against the sandalwood floor, and then a crackling of fire as Xingqiu's lantern flickers to life again. It illuminates Xingqiu’s room, his manuscript, and the girl leaning against his desk, idly twirling her hat round her thumb. A smile dances across Hu Tao’s peach blossom eyes, and her merry lips quirk up at the corners, greeting him warmly. Xingqiu is impressed by her liveliness at such an hour; anyone normal would never be in such a good mood in this dead of night. Of course, Hu Tao has never settled for normalcy. And he would be delighted to see her any other time, but…

“Hu Tao, I appreciate your visit, but you should head back to Wangsheng. I need to focus, and you should rest too.” Xingqiu straightens in his chair, and immediately grimaces—his back is aching. Hu Tao’s eyes narrow, and Xingqiu resigns himself. He’s never been able to hide much from her: not his double standards, his avoidance, his fatigue.

“You’ve been in this slump for at least a week, and you’re still putting on a brave face? It’s unbecoming for a chivalric hero to refuse help in dire straits, Xingqiu.” Hu Tao’s voice is rarely so serious, and Xingqiu can feel her studying him, her gaze quietly burning. He looks away. When had she become so adept at instilling that indescribable feeling of shame-guilt in him?

“How long have you been working on this dialogue? You know, inspiration won’t strike you like a lightning bolt in this dead of night, or it would’ve already.”

“I—” Xingqiu looks back at the draft. The last sentence trails off illegibly, and there are ink splatters all over the page—it seems his brush control is no better with less sleep. He sighs.

“Aiya… look at you, already so despondent. Isn’t your deadline still three midnights away? Come on, you’re already turning into a dull and uninspired young master. If you go on like this, soon I won’t have anyone to trade verses with anymore.”

“Hey! I’m not becoming dull or uninspired! I just… I just need a bit more time.” Yeah, that’s it. He just needs to get used to the flow of his story again. After all, there’s never been another way out, has there?

“Hm. Whatever you say, young master. Listen, let me tell you about the hanged ghost mystery that cropped up a week ago; it’ll send chills down your spine for sure. I guarantee it would make for an incredible plot point!” There’s a warm lilt in Hu Tao’s voice—a rare teasing fondness that makes Xingqiu raise his head. She is looking at him expectantly, eyes alight with the promise of a good story, words waiting to spill from her lips like the sweet melody of just-ready rice wine.

Really, this girl. It’s scary how much she understands him.

“Oh? Then, if it pleases Master Hu to continue, my attention is all hers.”

———

notes: i have no idea how hu tao could get into his room tbh i just accept she's better at being a prankster than i am lmao. peach blossom eyes does not just refer to hu tao's pupils, it's an eye shape classification! i thought it fits her <3 (putting this note here since I already described it like that 2x) also just imagine that xingqiu usually has relatively fast reflexes but he's eepy and tired so he isn't as alert against intruders. also, smiles serenely. they could be each other's muses and inspirations (high honor). this is rlly just xingqiu going through The Horrors (writers block) but i hope it's decent i love him dearly. i dont actually know if hu tao was written that well tbh something about writing in limited perspective kinda fucks me up idk. the more i look at this the more things i find wrong with it but i need to be free from it now or it's never getting done

also this is irrelevant to this snippet but i choose to believe in shit eyesight xingqiu who got the teyvat equivalent of contacts and/or lasik eye surgery. he would've needed glasses but he doesn't want to look like an Old Man!!!! (baizhu: ._. )

[ace-malarky]

anyway scenes finished 7/100 let's hope this set doesn't take the next nine years lmao

[skitskatdacat63]

Re: prev post. I realized while writing that that the dynamic I was describing in it is pretty similar to my one oc ship’s dynamic, so I wanted to write a bit about them as well I guess to kinda expand upon the dynamic I was discussing, in a different context. 

Rüß and Noir, if you were to meet them now, it would be impossible to ever imagine them being anything other than the best of friends. They function like a well oiled machine, they work together perfectly. But when they first met? That description couldn't be any farther from the truth. They did not care for each other, yet they were still drawn to each other. Rüß was incredibly standoffish, a loner, and extremely self serving. Noir was a fresh, friendly, desperate for praise and approval, rookie, a puppy almost. Noir desperately wanted Rüß ‘ attention, all for herself; Rüß was her cool, older, intimidating superior, Noir, her fresh-eyed, sociable subordinate. So she would pester Rüß constantly, constantly outside of working hours, and Rüß would always give her this look of disdain, disgust even. They’d function together at work begrudgingly, but instantly snap back to their seemingly unrequited dynamic as soon as they weren’t together in a professional context. 

For Rüß to have this rich, absolute pedigree of a girl constantly begging for her attention was extremely rewarding. It’s not that Rüß didn't have girls after her attention before, but back then, it was usually momentary and she gave it rather willingly. But here’s a girl pursuing her even when she's acting her absolute worst. Usually people would leave her when they saw this side of her, and realized she was no fun outside of bed. Not that she minded, she was fine on her own, better even. That’s what she tells herself. Anyways, she found Noir to be extremely annoying, but her puppylike behavior was almost cute, almost appealing. There was something about being able to be herself, put up no front, and yet Noir would still be there, desperate for Rüß to even glance at her. 

For Noir, well, she has never experienced this in her life. She’s a pretty girl from a prestigious family, and up to this point, everyone around her was always desperate for her attention. Not Rüß though. There’s also this whole element of Noir being a wolf(a very pedigree, honored, noble species) whereas Rüß is just a dog(basically the underclass on the planet to some degree, seen as usually being submissive to a fault.) Yet here Noir is, begging greedily for the attention of one stereotypically considered lesser for her. Showing her soft belly to the one who is usually expected to unequivocally do the same. There’s so much imbalance in their dynamic(species, class, power structure in their job, etc) but Noir seems to defy all the conventions. One in her place would probably rankle at being subordinate to a dog. Yet, Noir wants to be submissive for said dog, wants to serve her to the best of her ability. Again for Rüß, to have this aristocrat, this wolf, beg for her attention in this docile way is an absolute ego boost. Even if she finds her attention seeking behavior irritating…she can’t say she HATES it. Noir obviously likes Rüß a fair bit, but at the same time is extremely aware of Rüß’ bad traits, but again, it makes her all the more appealing. Even though she feels pretty aggrieved that Rüß isn’t just falling head over heels when even just getting to talk to Noir, she appreciates the challenge, she likes to solve issues. 

It’s this mix of having both negative traits in common, but also being able to see past the negative traits they don’t even share. Yes, Noir can be a nuisance, but she’s also being a nuisance specifically to get Rüß’ attention. Yes, Rüß ignoring her can be immensely frustrating, but even when she gives in just a bit, it’s extremely rewarding. They are both selfish people who can’t contain their ego, and constantly butt heads. But guess what? They’re never going to get fed up with each other, because they know the other understands that about them. They’ll argue, but they won’t feel alienated or offended like another person might. And don’t even get me started about their shared bloodthirstiness, their libidos. They match each other in ways others might find extremely off-putting, but they can rely on each other in basically every way. Also, to call back to the whole species thing. They are a wolf who wants to be submissive and a dog who wants to lead and control. Quite the odd couple. Noir has a lot of trouble restraining herself, Rüß keeps her in line. Rüß won’t judge her for it, she actually revels in it, having such a powerful woman practically collared, and on her leash. Rüß at that point, and through the rest of their relationship, is on the track to becoming powerful. But she’s always gonna feel that imbalance because of how, and where she was raised. So having such tangible evidence that she does have power and influence is significant to her. But yeah, there really is something about a dog holding the leash of a wolf(it almost makes me wanna make Rüß shorter sometimes, but it feels wrong AGH)

Side note. I have a lot of random drawing/writing ideas for them but I'll describe to you one of my absolute favorites. I love imagining Rüß one day, in a bad mood, feeling fed up with Noir. So when Noir comes to pester her, she absolutely snaps at her, saying something like, “You're no purebred wolf, you're just an untrained mutt. “ Noir stares at her wide-eyed, face turning red, before rushing off, mumbling “Sorry, I have to go.” Rüß snaps out of her bad mood, actually worrying for once if she’s crossed a line in their dynamic, if she actually offended Noir. Meanwhile Noir is pressed up against some wall, biting her hand, panting, out of breath, dying out of arousal, thinking: [New Kink Unlocked: Degradation]

Also it’s funny because they have a third person in their little unit, Seren. But Seren is from a different planet, AND is a pretty meek, selfless person. So she adores and trusts Rüß and Noir deeply, but also does not remotely understand their dynamic. She’s involved tangentially, and is important to them as well, but also often has to just sit and smile politely, and think internally, “wow these guys are on a different level.” I sometimes feel bad cause it feels like a trio that’s actually just a duo but, I think Seren is fine with the setup. Maybe they try to involve her in their dynamic and she’s like, no no, it’s fine!! Lmao I’m saying this so ambiguously, but it makes sense to me. Just kinda difficult to explain the boundaries of their different relationships, because they’re all pretty unique. But yeah, Seren is happy to be involved with them, but also just. Is okay with not really having a complete grasp on the complexity of their dynamic. She likes them as people, and is okay to look past their bad traits, but not wholeheartedly accept and embrace them like they do with each other. This doesn’t make her relationship(s) with them lesser, just different. I think it’s also good for them to have this person who can offer an outside perspective and steer the course a bit so they don’t go too far. I do though love her different planet perspective, where they’re both just, foreign, to her, so she can’t ever really understand the whole species nuance. It’s good for her specifically to be the third person in their trio though, because it means she doesn’t really complicate the whole interspecies strife, to them, she’s just: Seren. 

Anyways. They aren’t even the main ship LOL, not even Noir’s main ship. It’s complicated. I kinda go back and forth between the two main ships because I like both of them. So maybe I’ll write about the other one like this sometime, it has the same kind of “appreciating the bad” but in a different way. But yeah I wanted to talk about them today, they make me feel so devious, I love them!! This was very self indulgent, but I’m posting it cause, why not :D Maybe it’ll give a good look into my psychology and why I write sebnando the way I do. My ships affect my ocs, and my ocs affect my ships.

[loubatas-art]

Sometimes I have art ideas but I don't have the time (or the skills) to realise them yet so I quickly sketch them in my sketchbook. This one is from a few months back, of my OC Spartha looking at the night sky with both moons visible I rarely share this kind of sketch because they're pretty crappy (there's no thoughts about values, or perspective, or composition, just the bare idea), but I probably won't be able to draw it properly for a while, and also I kinda want to talk a bit about my worldbuilding

There are two moons in that world; that's a truth no one would deny (except maybe a little fringe of conspiracy theorists claiming it's "actually a city floating up in the sky" or whatever bullshit. No world is safe from this kind of people) One is smaller than the other, and cycles more slowly in the sky (around the same size and cycle as our own moon on Earth): this one is the one reffered to as the Old Moon. The bigger and faster one is the Young Moon: its cycle takes 21 days to complete. The Young Moon is actually smaller than the Old Moon, but it's a lot closer to the planet, making it look bigger. And while the world currently lacks telescopes performant enough to tell what exactly it's made of, its surface looks a lot different to the Old Moon as well

Interestingly, every culture and place has separate creation myths for each of the Moons: they're never created together, and the bigger one is always the second one to appear, hence why it's called the Young Moon. Its rise to the sky is also always linked to the oncoming of calamities and monsters

Many scholars think it means the Young Moon was formed long after the Old Moon, at a time when sentient species were already forming communities or maybe even civilisations, and related the story in ther myths. None of them, however, has any idea how or why a second moon suddenly appeared

[aria0fgold]

Learning dynamic poses with Lady Irene, she's sooo pretty I gotta do her justice, I'm leveling up my drawing skills just for her, she needs dynamic poses so I can show how awesome she is with her weapon-- I mean umbrella.

[volivolition]

late night again, you know what that means!! [starts openly weeping about the skills]

[lyriumsings]

sad bc i can’t really pin down which oc was my first oc bc ive literally been making them for as long as i can remember ive had them for every interest ive ever watched, played or read. but if i had to choose i think the title of My First Ever Oc would have to go to my percy jackson one tbh who honestly should probably be completely revamped SHSJ