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im sorry this is so them coded as well so... @strebcr here ya go you are so lucky i have time rn/silly (also they made the edit in the last part i thought it be silly to use it justttt once)
#+.strebcr.+🦇#its a mod drawing huh | drawing#mr scarecrow the mailman //oc#streber is just so concerned for his friend hes fucked streber im sorry man/silly#your friends with a idiot what do you expect/silly#OK BUT THIS WAS ODDLY FUN TO DRAW. im cackling *dies*
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i tried to remember all of the video games/shows/stuff that i still really enjoy thinking about and put them all on one canvas... theres probably still more but these are all the ones i saw/remembered while scrolling back thru this blog to january of last year
#i made a shit ton of fucking incredible art during 2022 i cant wait to get everything settled so i can make more banger art#my art#doodles#god do i really want to tag all this shit. not really#im not even into ultrakill i just like gabriel hes cute id let him hit. sorry thats blasphemous#i feel like its very clear that i drew this from right to left huh .#ill list every media source here but not actually tag them just blast them out#from left to right. otgw. dot hack. his dark materials. no one lives under the lighthouse. ultrakill. off. nights into dreams.#alien. ace attorney. splatoon. persona. destiny. beast wars. digimon. pokemon#theres also my inscryption oc they count towards inscryption i guess but i didnt feel like drawing any of the scribes LOL#i love u kaycees mod. act 1 is the best part of inscryption to me its so fun i love u leshy i love ur cabin#honorable mention to creepypasta i didnt draw any of them but i do love you all shoutout to the creepypastas#eyeless jack and shit. slenderman. jeff the killer. ben drowned. brvr. etc. real ones#love them. i was ten they were my best friends
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I don't follow the Inscryption tags too closely and I'm not hyper invested in it (though I DO love it) but whenever I see Grimora art why is she always... Small? I'm not an expert, I don't know how fat her model is or anything but like... I see her drawn very skinny to what I remember and just think "... But why...? Baby girl grandma who hurt you???"
#gonna have to learn how to draw humans at some point#and one of the first characters i should learn to draw is Grimora#because this is an injustice#WHY SHE SO DINKY SO OFTEN#i can get when its comedic effect kind of#like the one where the scrybes were monster high girls or whatever#but only KIND OF#its on thin fucking ice#so many half her size and thenOH I KNOW WHY#they take the fat from Grimora...#turn it into branches and leaves...#and turn Magnificus into a bigger tree bush than he already is!#its like the top surgery meme of 'who do you think took your boobs?' and it was their friend from the first panel#except this time they added the unnecessary flavour of fatphobia!!#how original!!!#/sarcasm#WHERE'S GIANT GRANDMA HUH???#WHERE IS SHE#DON'T MAKE ME PLAY THIS GAME ALL THE WAY TO THE END AGAIN SPECIFICALLY TO PLAY AGAINST HER#though APPARENTLY she's in Kaycer's Mod?#for those that don't know thats a canon thing not fanmade or anything#literally beat the game and its there to play on the main menu#i fucking... haven't beaten a single challenge on that though...#i dunno how far i have to get to find her :(#I MISS HEEEERRRR#SCRYBE OF THE DEAD WHY DO THEY KEEP KILLING YOU LIKE THIS#GRIM I LOVE YOU PLEASE LET ME ATTEMPT YOUR PIRATE BOSS BATTLE#I WOULD LOVE THAT IMMENSELY#is it even called a boss battle...? i don't remember its been a while man :(#LET ME PLAY IT THOOUUUGGGHHH
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been thinking of street racing with aventurine bc I imagine he’d like the thrill of it too…
tags: not proofread, I typed this out in tumblr drafts, some suggestive comments, flirting, gn reader, I don't know anything about street racing so pls forgive any inaccuracies, banter (they're so silly)
Aventurine, who pulls up to the race in an edgy and sleek sports car, drawing the attention of everyone else there- yours included.
You lean against the side of your car, watching him as he leaves opponent after opponent in the dust. He's skilled, you'll give him that. From the aggressive driving style and the make and model of the car, you're betting it's just some bored teenage boy with daddy's money to burn, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't at least a little bit curious about the person behind the wheel.
A few easy wins later that night and you're slated to race against him. He takes his sweet time pulling up to the finish line, but to your surprise, he rolls his window down for the first time that night and you're able to get a good look at him. He's no teenage boy but he has the same mischievous look that implies he's up to no good.
"Checking me out already?" he remarks, his (captivating) eyes twinkling in delight, although they're hidden behind his sunglasses. "And I thought I'd for sure be the one to make the first move."
Oh, so he's a flirt too. You can barely hear him over the loud purring of his expensive and modded car's engine and you know tonight's race will be a tight one.
"I see you've got money. What's a rich boy like you doing all the way out here?"
His grin widens.
"Ooh, you’re sharp. I like that and the way you talk.”
"Why don't you tell me who you are first?"
He laughs and shakes his head. He rolls up the window, much to your irritation, but not before saying one last thing and sending a wink your way.
"If you win, I'll tell you who I am. How does that sound?"
Damn. No other choice but to accept since the race is about to start.
You end up losing, but just barely. You had to push your car to its limits and he wasn't above playing dirty too, giving you a couple of close calls throughout. Although, he at least didn't endanger your life like some others have in the past, so you'll give him that.
After the race ends, you pull into a brightly-lit gas station with some people there. Shortly after, another car pulls up next to you and he steps out.
"Not bad, not bad," he says, clapping lightly. "It's not often that I find someone that can at least keep up with me, much less overtake me a couple times."
"So you were following me."
He raises his hands as a mock display of innocence.
"Hey, relax! Don't be so hostile! I just wanted to get to know you a bit better, that's all. Besides, you wanted to know who I am, right?"
You watch as he scribbles something onto a business card.
"Wasn't that only applicable if I won?"
"Eh, I've changed my mind now," he says, handing the card to you. "I don't make deals that don’t pay off and I'd consider it a loss if I didn't get at least your number tonight."
"You still didn't answer my original question. What's someone like you doing all the way out here? Surely you have more important matters to attend to, right?"
He laughs.
"Wow, you really don't know who I am, huh?"
"... What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ah, nothing. Just talking to myself. But to answer your question... I suppose it's because I enjoy the thrill of it. It's like gambling. Not knowing whether you'll win or lose, or even live or die. After all, the higher the stakes, the higher the excitement- why're you looking at me like that?"
"… You're insane."
"Sure, sure, sweetheart. I'll pretend that your reasons aren't the same as mine and that the adrenaline rush doesn't excite you every time. Why else would you willingly race, night after night?"
With one last wink, he gets into his car and drives away. You finally glance at the business card, only to do a double take and gape at it in shock when you realize its contents.
Aventurine, one of the IPC's Ten Stonehearts? No way... this guy's an IPC exec?
You don't know whether to feel proud about the fact that you got an IPC executive's number without trying or humiliated about the whole exchange...
There's a winking smiley face and an "call me xoxo" written next to the phone number.
And against your better judgement, you do just that.
He turns out to be an interesting companion. You'd think that with his demanding position, he'd be traveling all over the galaxy every day- which is true, to an extent, but he's always there for your weekly races and frequently drags you out shopping with him. He teaches you how to play poker and how to count your cards, if you didn't know how to already. He then tries to get you to play a round or two against him, which you promptly refuse each time.
("I spent all that time teaching you how to play and this is what I get in return? Boo, you're no fun. But a round or two never hurt anyone, right?"
"Aventurine, even a round or two is a surefire way to go into debt to you. Absolutely not."
He pouts and grumbles like a little kid every time.)
He also pays for additional mods to your car. When you try to refuse him, he merely brushes off your concerns.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you understand," he said back then. "I make more in a day than what it costs to mod your car. To me, this is nothing. Besides, I want an opponent who can keep up with me. If you start falling behind, well, then that's no fun for both of us, right?"
One night, there’s a particularly high-stakes race that you’re slated to compete in. The cash prize is one that’s too big for anyone to pass up.
Well, except for Aventurine. That amount of money is probably nothing by his standards.
For once, he’s not racing. When it’s your turn, he waves you over with a teasing smile as you’re getting ready.
“Say, how about raising the stakes for tonight?”
“What now?”
“Let’s make a bet.”
“… Fine.”
“If you win, we go on a date together. My treat, of course. If you lose, then you’ll have to play a round of poker with me.”
There isn’t an ounce of shame in his words. You openly gape at him as he beams at you proudly.
“… What?”
“You heard me.”
“Why though?”
He shrugs.
“Simple. I know this is a bet that will pay off. And I’ve been wanting this to happen for a long time now. So…”
He leans in close, lips teasingly brushing over your ear for a moment.
“Don’t disappoint me. I want to see you try and turn the tides in your favor for this race.”
You pull away from him.
“I accept, but only because I am not going into debt because of poker.”
He laughs.
“Go on then, sweetheart. I want to see you leave everyone behind in the dust. Oh, and don’t forget your good luck kiss!”
Aventurine blows a kiss to you. You roll your eyes as you climb into your car. Insufferable, that’s what he is. But if there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s reading people. Meaning he must’ve noticed that you wanted this too.
You roll your neck and focus on the road ahead. The race is about to begin.
That cash prize and date with Aventurine is yours.
#victoria.writes#aventurine x reader#aventurine x you#aventurine x y/n#hsr aventurine#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x y/n#hsr x you#hsr x reader#honkai star rail
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ooc: AAA THANK YOU <33 gonna listen to it whenever they interact (also the forget me not image is perfect)
ooc: holiday-related asks you say... I'm here to deliver! also, I hope you have loads of fun despite the business!! :D /gen
Holidays were always a fun part of the year for Odysseus; mostly due to the fact it meant extended time with family and friends. Often including extravagant meals and games at his palace.
While the past twenty years had events that made the holidays rather miserable the war, being stuck on an island, and getting into conflicts with the gods there was a few people Odysseus could still spend his time with.
The siren doesn't announce themselves as they approach the prophet's island, deciding to make their presence known at first by getting just close enough to brush his fingers against Tiresias' sides in a surprise tickle.
[ in the underworld, time can feel—and normally is—pretty irrelevant. It doesn’t get colder nor warmer, and there’s no signs for whenever the seasons change. Once dead, your sense of time and space begins to fade away, especially because there’s no need for it. Even still, Tiresias acutely aware that there were certain times more people were excited about one day or week than others, and it didn’t often take a genius to see when that time came around, much less a prophet ]
[ usually they sat closest to their willow tree, or at the highest peak of their isle, but through more visits, they have begun sitting down by the rocky shores more often. Particularly, they have found a perch for themselves on a rock not too far from the island, but not attached to it, either. It was a peaceful rock, and where they sat now, blindly zoning out and instead tuning in to the birds, and the whispers of the souls ]
#mod swims#“I miss my family” duo 🩵💙#Ody is not so different from his counterpart in certain aspects...#<- yeah she’s lots of fun to talk to#<- oh jsbdjs i was talking about human Ody not Calliope as his “counterpart” ^^'#<- oooohh the salamander is pretty and the lesser siren seems cool#and axolotl ear fins?? Maybe take aspects from all of them? Make a hybrid#<- If I do end up drawing him as an amphibian then hybrid it shall be! the blue-spotted salamander is the closest to his actual colors ^^#but the lesser siren reminds me of him the most :D axolotls bite so they're in the list too#“Aphrodite please change our partner back - they won't stop squeaking and I don't understand what's wrong -”#<- Pfffftt- “But Odyy aren't they such a cute mouse! Huh isn't that right <3”#<- “yes but they're biting me. i think its a sign.”#<- *laughs* “cuteness aggression; they said you would do it to them. maybe it's payback!”#<- “I do no such thing-” he says - lying like a liar jsbdjsns#<- “mmhhhmmmm sure and Tir isn’t blind”#<- *offended siren look*#<- lying is very in character for him /silly#<- “my name is nobody~”#TIR IS A MOUSE NOW AAA#and such a wonderful choice#<- pfft- yeah tell Tir that#maybe Aph will bring them over to visit Ody /silly#<- I hope! Ody will hold them gently until Tir bites. then he's handing them back to Aph
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ok but whats stopping Ragatha/t.i. from just wearing more fancier dresses all the time huh? it makes her feel more powerful AND its more evil women in pretty dresses!!! win win
(i bet it makes it easier to get closer to a certain someone too)
//(and obviously mod bee gets to draw MORE rags in fun fancy dresses and we get fed :3)//
// idk lol i just came out as a dress enjoyer like ... Now ! i wouldn't mind it if i see more t.i in dresses tbh i love women committing crimes in a dress
honestly i find her being in alternate outfits so funny because there is a huge implication that the influence collectively agreed to make her a whore //
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The Dirubael
What can I say. I think it's enjoyable to interpret things a bit strangely, as if I'm an alien who saw a handful of earth animals and has to guess the rest.
Fast doodles + some bonus stuff (gif warning) below :), plus the usual chatter:
Black, big as a horse, tail of an elephant. Easy-peasy, picturing a big ungulate thing. Jaws of a boar. Okay, huh. A few ways to interpret that, but I'm going with some tusks. Not too out there.
Unusually long horns that it can adjust... now that's something else. I wanted to imagine a reason as to why it could move the horns. This included any number of mechanisms -- literal horns that moved through strange muscle attachments in a socket? Interesting, but not sure how to convey that through art. Maybe 'horns' like a beetle has horns -- either part of their exoskeleton or as mandibles?
The description of how it fights is interesting. It obviously needs to be able to move its horns, then, or at least look like it's moving them.
I did a few very very basic doodles (by my standards), first of cattle... mostly water buffalo... to get a feel for their head shapes. In case you wonder what I'm doing when I'm not making 'decent', more complete sketches, it's this. Consider this extra behind-the-scenes stuff.
With the last one I played around a bit with the horns, but only barely.
At this point I decided to switch to something more boar-like, with a dash of beetle, but I couldn't come up with anything I really liked:
My issue was coming up with anything that could move, or even fake it. I started making that open-mouthed mandible boar, getting basically nowhere, when I had a thought.
What if we expand on that spiky bug limb idea. Bugs love having spiky limbs. More limb, less... uh... mandible or horn.
Inspired by mantids and an OC of mine, I created the first real sketch:
It looks like horns. From a distance -- because who would realistically want to get close to this -- it would look like horns, and like they were moving. Personally I like to imagine that they charge or stab with them, rarely extending their 'arms' save for pulling down vegetation from higher. I mean... trampling things underfoot seems like a better defense mechanism really...
I took a few cracks at drawing it but has struggling to refine it. I drew it once in a basic form, but couldn't do it again. That's when I decided to take things an extra step.
BEHOLD, THE MIGHTY SPORE DIRUBAEL:
Yeah, so. I made them in spore. Modded spore, specifically. No idea if they can appear in my world, but they're in there now, so maybe.
I walked this guy around and took a few screenshots as references before leaving. I did ask for some animated avatars, though. And I'm glad I did. I love this thing.
Here's a failed screenshot where I accidentally whacked my spacebar while moving my meaty hands to the mouse.. truly, a majestic creature, this is.
#digital art#my art#maniculum bestiaryposting#Dirubael#spore#i guess i can tag it that!#I wish you could make custom spore planets. I mean you kind of can. Is it possible to put modded creations into a collection for yourself?#so you can be like yeah make this planet only use these 100 modded creatures i made or whatever#i'll have to see later mayhaps. anyway#despite what it sounds like this wasnt an excuse to play spore LMFAOOOOOOO#though i kinda wanna play it for real now
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It's almost the end of January, which means that February is impending, which means HARRINGROVE BIGBANG! I'm so excited to read all the great things my fellow writers and the artists they collaborated with have created! You can already see some previews back at @bigbangharringrove, where the mods have posted them and are gonna add more during the next few days.
I'm also very excited because soon I'll be able to unleash on the unsuspecting world you, dear fellow Harringrove fans, my fic, An affinity for dead things, and the lovely @raven-cl and @bigolemantiddies will be able to show you the gorgeous pieces my story inspired them. I'm so proud of what we created, I can't wait to show them to you in their full glory!
In the mean time, why not two or three little sneak peeks?
Let's start with some light and summer, by @raven-cl...
... and then some spooky stuff, courtesy of @bigolemantiddies!
And then, a little excerpt from my fic, what say you?
A lot of people have something they’re good at. Will has drawing and Jonathan has photography. Nancy is damn good at investigating stuff and making Steve feel like an idiot. Dustin built that big radio contraption they used to contact Suzie last month. Max has killing people with just one withering look. Steve Harrington has a knack for dead things. Not exactly the kind of talent one boasts about in résumés or college applications. Not exactly the kind of thing that’s super useful in your everyday life. A bit more useful when you’re busy grave robbing. Steve slams the spade down vertically into the ground and leans against the wooden handle while he tries to catch his breath. It hasn’t rained in days, but the night air is still humid, heavy in his chest. The skeleton on the other side of the hole keeps on digging, Steve stopping is no reason for it to do the same. The upside of an animated skeleton is that it knows no fatigue for as long as the magic holds, and the magic Steve poured into Jason The Lab Skeleton is holding incredibly tight so far. The downside of an animated skeleton is that it’s lousy company and won’t sympathize with you when you feel like your arms are giving up. Jesus Christ, digging six feet down is way harder than the movies make it out to be! "Taking you from the science lab was the best stupid idea I ever had, huh, Jason?" Steve says in a series of panting breaths. The skeleton just goes on with its assigned task, the movements of its spade mechanical, repetitive. A couple of feet away, the boar skeleton and the dog skeleton are digging with much more animation and enthusiasm, even if they’re not much help, not with how deep the hole already is. But they’re having the time of their un-lives, right now, so Steve doesn’t dissuade them from digging and enthusiastically spraying dirt around. It’s family night. Sort of. Fun for everyone.
#harringrovebbpreview2023#harringrove bigbang#an affinity for dead things#my fic#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#now with ART!#LOOK AT THEM!#AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?!#folks... I'm so proud of what the three of us did#I can't wait to show you and I'm not just saying!#look at the skeleton babies! <3
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it hurts my fucking brain how little the writers behind scott pilgrim actually care about the characters or doing anything interesting with them
gideon graves is like if a character sucked
#long post#mod post#I wonder if bryan is just afraid of writing anything of semblance about these guys cause he knows the fanbase doesn't want it#back in the days of yore he promised he would write more about gideon and ramona (he teased it being its own comic iirc?) and said that the#twins and ramona had a pretty intense and messed up backstory in his head that he would ALSO write#then we got spto and it's like. huh#it just makes me wonder if bryan is just either over this franchise and doesn't gaf anymore#or if he has a story to tell but thinks he can't because the fanbase only wants to see cool action and pee jokes and scott x ramona#the fact that he seems so done with the fans too. it makes me wonder#“bryan wants fans to know that scott is a bad guy” “she is drawings” so on and so forth#I would love an hour with him so we could bitch together
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Lily likes to pretend context doesn’t exist huh? Because no the recent Imogen giving Lilys ox a kiss on the cheek on its own isn’t bad.
Yet when you add in her saying good girl (something of which I would get a punch for if I ever said that to my sister), the fact that Lily downloaded a mod (from a guy with some let’s say interesting kinks and write about Imogen being assaulted) that allows her to marry Imogen her sister and has had Mikalia draw Imogen sitting on her sisters lap while kissing the back of her neck (with the text below saying married siblings) makes people raise an eyebrow.
Tdlr Lily is about as subtle as a sis con anime and her pretending otherwise is funny.
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A silly doodle with @strebcr streber and marco bc like. They silly they are fucking silly gooses
#its a mod drawing huh | drawing#+.strebcr.+🦇#//ooc post#just imagining this would happen where marco just picks him up and puts him on his shoulders and just-#-chaos happens#chdjsjdhd idk i think its silly
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so im kiiiinda redoing half of my fic. to account for the, uh. "canonically being able to put gordon into the computer" thing.
on the one hand i think its a way better deal b/c i will look 10% less insane writing about benrey literally putting him into the sims and playing with him like a doll . but on the other hand i have a bunch of words about gordon fingering himself that i cant use anymore
so. here they are, for u. "Enjoy"
———
Gordon blinks at the screen.
Benry Benry wants to have Oraljob sex with Gordon Freeman. Do you wish to proceed?
The laugh that erupts from him is high-pitched and violent, leaving him gasping for air. Benrey cackles in his ear. “I— I— Oh my God,” Gordon wheezes, doubling over. “You want to have what with me?! We can’t— We can’t show that on a Christian channel! We’re going to get so banned—“
“do you want to—“ Benrey can’t finish the sentence, gripped in the most intense laughter Gordon’s ever heard from him. “do you want to have oraljob?”
Gordon clutches his desk, weeping and howling.
When he calms down from his sudden fit of hysterics, he clicks “No”, to a chorus of disappointment from the chat. “I know, I know,” he says, sympathetic, “but seriously, Papa’s gotta pay the bills. Gotta keep it clean. PG-13, that’s my motto.”
“then why’s your dick out,” Benrey wheezes.
“Very funny—“
He stops in his tracks when he sees that his dick is, in fact, out. His Sims dick, that is. Gordon slams his ‘commercial break’ button so hard that he misses a few keys and takes a screenshot.
“Whoa! Put that thing away, man!”
“nice,” Benrey says appreciatively.
“Bear with me, folks,” Gordon begs. “We’re having some, uh, technical difficulties.” Why did his dick pop out? He said no! (In fairness, his Sim is decidedly not having oraljob sex. He’s eating a sandwich. With his penis out.) He hurriedly clicks through menus upon menus, trying to find a way to put his clothes back on, but none of the options do what he wants. “Why can’t I put away my stupid dick?!”
“hey, look. you just went up a level in nudism,” Benrey snorts.
Gordon buries his head in his hands, but can’t stop himself from an anguished laugh. “Okay! Give me fifteen, everybody. Go smoke a cigarette— or, or vape, I know the kids are big on the Juul these days, I don’t care, I’m not your dad.”
With that, he ends the stream.
“What kind of fucking mods did you download on my computer?” he asks, exasperated. “I feel like I need to give it a bath.”
“normal ones.”
“Uh-huh. You know my dick’s not even rendering correctly, right?”
“huh?” Benrey zooms in on it. “huh. it’s, uh. checkered.”
[some sort of connecting thought]
“I don’t even look like that, anyway,” Gordon mutters, brushing him off.
Benrey peers down at him. The webcam light turns on, drawing Gordon’s eye. “huh. i dunno. i can see the, uh… the resemblance.” He enunciates the last word carefully.
“Did you just turn on my webcam? Are we streaming right now?” Gordon sits upright, hastily checking on his streaming software. Still offline. Not that it would have mattered - he’s panned away to look at a stray dog in his yard - but it’s the principle of the thing.
“yeah, uh. no,” mumbles Benrey.
Gordon closes down OBS and Firefox entirely. Just to be safe. “A little fucking warning next time? How did you even do that?”
“administrator privileges.”
There’s a pause. Then Gordon sinks back down into his chair, defeated. “I shouldn’t have given you those. I should have smashed you up into little pieces when I had the chance. After you bought fucking Burnout Paradise on my dime—“
“you should show me what you look like,” blurts out Benrey, voice low and blunt.
“I— What?”
“i can make it look better. more like you.”
Gordon stares at the screen. Benrey avoids his gaze. He boggles a little, so far beyond comprehending this that he’s skipped past ‘denial’ and ‘anger’ all the way into ‘acceptance’. “Are you— Are you hitting on me?”
“for the immersion,” Benrey says stiffly.
———
Gordon throws his head back in frustration. “They’re just not— fucking— they’re not big enough! They’re short and stubby and I can’t— get them— where I want!” His wrist bends, desperately seeking something that he can’t describe. The tendons sing in pain. He hisses, then relaxes it, letting his hand fall limp.
Benrey stares down at him, mouth parted.
“This was stupid,” groans Gordon. “Now my hand’s all sticky and I don’t wanna wipe it on anything—“
“try again,” Benrey interrupts him, blunt and hoarse. “please?”
Gordon peers blearily at him from over the top of his glasses. “Huh?”
“i wanna.” That massive jaw gyres, struggling to work itself around a thought. “i could do it better. make it good.”
Heat rockets through Gordon’s belly, spiraling up his spine and leaving his hairs standing on end. His dick twitches without his conscious effort. Benrey’s eyes immediately dart to it. Emboldened, Gordon draws his fingertips around his hole, threatening to slip back in. “Yeah, bud? You sure? I don’t think you’ve ever done this before.”
“how would you know,” Benrey puffs.
“Uh, well, you’re in my fucking computer, for one thing.” He slips two fingers in with little resistance, just up to the second knuckle. For show. Nobody say he never did anything for Benrey. “But you know what? Maybe this’ll be funny.”
Benrey’s face hardens. “it’s not funny,” he says, pouting in high-definition. “i would never joke about pussy shit.”
“Point one: That is one hundred percent not true,” Gordon points out. “Point two—“ He curls them and groans, a soft noise. “I wanna hear it. Straight from the horse’s mouth.”
“what does this got to do with horses,” says Benrey, bewildered.
Gordon shifts in his seat, stretching a leg high into the air and gripping the back of his thigh to hold it firmly in place. His fingers move in a slow, back-and-forth motion, just enough that they visibly slide in and out, shiny and wet. Benrey makes a strangled noise in his throat.
“You think you could make it good for me? Tell me. Show me what I’m missin’ out on.”
Benrey’s fingers twitch around his avatar, scaled up to giant-like proportions, far too big for the task at hand but itching to put it into practice. “fuckin’,” he starts, low and rumbling and struggling to articulate himself, “stretch you open… mine’re bigger. lookie.” With his other hand, he waggles his fingers in front of Gordon.
“Well, duh,” Gordon says.
Above him, Benrey’s gaze shifts to his own hand, gears churning behind his eyes. “they’re still bigger,” he insists.
To prove his point, he snaps them - in a stomach-churning instant, Gordon’s camera snaps back to an isometric viewpoint, looking in on their dollhouse. On them. On Benrey’s Sim, pale and shirtless, beads of sweat tastefully textured on his skin, leaning over his own on the cheapest double bed Simoleons could buy. There’s a hand pressed against the mattress, and another at his waist. Pawing at him. And, unlike Gordon’s own hands, they’re proportioned well for a guy his size: closer to dinner plates than the slim, short ones he’s furiously trying to bend into the right shape in real life.
He shivers in his seat.
“Point taken,” he says. His voice cracks partway through.
As if on cue, their Sims start moving again, gracelessly sliding and snapping into a new position. Gordon’s stripped naked, letting Benrey between his legs, and one large hand buries itself in that hairy, thorny knot of polygons and glossy pink textures while the other holds him wide open. The fidelity’s good enough that Gordon can see exactly how the fingers curl: two outside, keeping them back, and two inside, making his Sim’s hips gyrate.
“lookatchu,” Benrey rumbles in his ear. “takin’ it like a champ…”
Gordon sucks in a sudden breath. He curls his own fingers in time with the animation, speeding up to match.
“bet you could take more.”
He whines and visibly clenches around his fingers. “Jesus, man!”
“yeah? yeah? c’mon,” taunts Benrey, shy of breath. “show me. put another one in.”
Gordon weakly mumbles some expletives as he leans his head into the crook of his headphones. Presses himself closer to that voice. “Who taught you how to fucking— talk like that,” he groans, pushing in a third finger.
The fans inside his tower spin faster. Louder. “fuuuck, dude,” he hears, a low, pained utterance.
“I’d let you,” Gordon says dizzily, “God, I must have lost my fucking mind, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” his fingers make slick, filthy, squelching noises inside of himself, “let you put your hand in me—“
“i wanna,” Benrey cuts him off, too fast. Eager. “wanna fuckin’— wear you like a puppet—“
Gordon makes a sharp noise that surprises even himself. The he half-laughs, half-pleads, “Don’t say shit like that! That’s not— That’s not hot!”
“you moaned. i heard it, buddy.”
He ignores this. Benrey takes the opportunity to lean in, getting a closer view of Gordon’s webcam. And the slick folds Gordon’s spreading open for him.
#writin stuff#i cant really keep this in but i also cant really cram it into the other AI benrey thing i wanna write. so .
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hello poe you are now part of my routine where i draw a bit of you and show you >:D
I just realised this is my first time drawing you :0
No cos like what if you could flip open the books you make and watch your victims run around in there it would be so cool
I cant see the end of your bangs...HATSUNE MIKU?? Oh but i guess she doesnt really trap people its more of a way for them to dissapear so i guess its only a bit like your books huh
what kinda haircut is yours anyway i cant tell what it is like is it a mullet or???
Congrats, and i hope you know a good place to hide your kneecaps because i am coming for them soon
i just spent the rest of my not-artblock on these drawings. Honestly pretty worth it but how would you combat writer's block/art block
@ mod HELLOOOO hehehehhe i hope youre doing good over there and uhh stay safe and dont forget to hydrate and brush your teeth yep ok cya byeeeeee 💗💗💗💗
Drawings of me? How thoughtful. Wait what did you mean by watch my knee caps? Should I be worried
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I know plenty of people have said this, but I really wish there was either an official update, or a mod of some kind that let you decide to flip a switch and allows the BG3 narrator to be sassy as shit XDDDD or maybe like, have its availability be contingent on completing honor mode or something. Make you work for it, but still have it
-3 out of 4 perception checks pass but they keep going and the explosives go off- Narrator: Well that's one way to find the traps! Good thing adventurers are a dime a fucking dozen in this world...
-you somehow roll a nat one on your authority check- Narrator: Yeah, take that! Fuck you and your authority! We're rebels in this house, bitch!
-you find Phalar Aluv in the Underdark and cut yourself in a blood offering- Narrator: Man, this sword is excited! Usually the blade already has to be free to draw blood, but people are just doing it FOR this one! Jealous!
-locating the Spectator in the Underdark- Narrator: I don't think I wanna play hide and seek with this thing. Looks like it would cheat
-finding the drunken kobolds at Rosymorn- Narrator: See? These guys have the right idea. I wanna party with these guys- oh! Alright guess not, why party when we could murder instead? That's an option too, I guess...
-Shadowheart insisting she has to offer blood at the Shar alters- Narrator: Okay, srsly? Everybody just ready to bleed, huh? You guys sure you want to even make it to the city, cause you aren't making me believe it!
-Astarion comes out of the coffin and confesses being a vampire- Narrator: .....wow. oh my god. Such a shock, I had no idea. Bro was literally not doing anything to cover up those marks on his neck. I mean yeah, that ass tho, but we actually look at his face enough, and it's in the damn peripheral!
-asking Wyll about being a devil after Mizora's first visit- Narrator: ....ridges and prongs!? No! Nothing is unmentionable, we're gonna need specifics on this!
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Non Canon
First Aid- Hi! and thank you for sending asks to my little blog!
Arcee- Our.
First Aid- Huh?
Arcee- You mean our blog. You weren't even the one that set it up. It was Miko.
First Aid- Whatever! Our blog!
Springer- You're taking too long. We're here to do a little announcement.
Bumblebee- It's not even an announcement. Just a heads up that the Blog Mod Raine is disabled and can't draw all that much.
Illusion- Like me! Their joints are kinda loose, and they've injured their right wrist, the one they draw and write with, really badly!
Bumblebee- Yeah, Raine was getting better, they got a brace a couple weeks ago, which is why they posted an answer with art, but its started to hurt again.
Arcee- They wanted everyone to know that not every answer will include art because of that. There are a few asks that they really want to answer with art, so they are saving them. So if you asked something, but havent seen it answered, thats probably why.
First Aid- But fear not! They are going to be writing some side stories! Some that reveal a little bit more about our world, ourselves, and our friends and family!
Springer- Geez, that feels like theyre invading our privacy.
First Aid- Springs, we're fictional. Raine plays with us like little dolls.
Springer- Yeah yeah. Hey, you guys want to go get some oil cakes from Rung? I heard that he was baking a new batch today.
Hot Rod- ME ME!! I WANT!!!
Bumblebee- Roddy, calm down! We'll go.
Hot Rod- Yay!!!
#not ask#kinda ooc#mod speaks through the characters#blog fic#thats the tag i will be using for the future fics#i have a few ideas#so keep an eye on the blog!
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Can we get more Milo and Charlie lore? I just like em a lot.
YES ABSOLUTELY YUH HUH!!!!! this is about to be so long I might break tumblrs post word limit
So I have a few drawings in my queue that relate to lore, but I'll do my best to like cover most things ;w;
Okay as an OVERVIEW, Milo and Charlie were two characters I made as like throwaway designs because I wanted to try the concept of a marble statue earth genasi muse for a charcoal earth genasi artist. Which was this. Also toyed with the idea of heavy heavy heavy bod mods because you know how statues break or have unfinished parts.
Cut to my DM wanting to run a 13 episode miniseries for our campaign as a prequel in a bard-reskinned-strixhaven (so. art school. instead of wizards, its bards) and I was like oh I could play the earth genasi artist I have because the bard school is like all types of art (martial, visual, music, performance, culinary, and written). I ended up going with Milo rather than Charlie because I always imagined the marble one being more brash and jockish, which balanced the party more.
Long story short, redesign after redesign and I made him who he is rn — bod mods everywhere, the BIGGEST doofus, the ultimate bare minimum burn out student doing pot out their dorm window energy. He's such a people person (bard of valor lessgooo) and basically is the most 90s anti-bullying punk ever. Char's his boyfriend, he's there also but as an NPC
OKAY LORE TIME
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Milo's actually two years younger than Charlie is so lets start with him. He's intersex and also trans — trying to skirt around tumblrs censorship here but — so born with female and male reproductive organs. Presented more femme (kinda tomboyish though) before growing more comfortable with a male identity maybe like right before getting into this bard college. FUN FACT: I originally based his design off two different statues — The Venus De Milo (....Milo Venn Mason) and Sleeping Hermaphroditus. Milo's also, like the Venus De Milo, 6'8" tall.
Charlie's also transgender, T4T lol, but does present more androgynous than Milo does just because he likes the style. Always been kinda quiet and reserved but he's actually really quite blunt, like has a snarkier tone to him than people would expect — and though Milo is more vocal with standing up for himself, Charlie is also just as ready to knock someone's teeth out but he's doesn't like causing a stir hsdfjhkkdfjk
Physiology is one of my favourite topics with dnd. So Milo and Char are both genasi, NOT constructs — I had this debate with the whole marble statue business. So there's other elements in there. Milo's like an abandoned statue, he grows moss and mildew when he's sad, it comes out of the cracks in his head (we'll get to that) and his piercing holes. He's also....all clay on the inside. Throat ends at the neck, no idea whats passed that, magic probably. He bleeds and blushes terracotta. Charlie on the other hand is solid diamond. Charcoal/carbon outside, but if he gets a scratch, it scrapes off the top layer and reveals diamond — that's actually the case with his fingernails. And Eyes. And Teeth. He's hot running too...charcoal and all. Charcoal Cinders... (I also find this fun, and there's a comic in the works of this, that Milo is softer than Char despite being brasher, its just the density and hardness of the rocks. I was interested in the Mohs scale and gemstones as a kid so....marble<diamond) like if Milo punched a cinder block, his hand would shatter, but if Charlie punched it, his condensed ball of brooding would scuff that thing)
This is so silly and kinda gross but that meme of like "......what if stones are soft but harden when we touch them" is what I think these two rocks are like. Because they have to move and function for yknow. logic and game mechanics and stuff. So I think Milo and Charlie feel like semi-hard modelling paste when they're not in "rock" mode. Like firm muscle or dense clay. Milo "Rock Hard" Mason, as my discord name was for a while
Backstory wise there's not much. They had pretty standard childhoods (didn't write that part yet oops). Met up in the bard school, first year Milo did a tat for Charlie (and lob enlargements, which they both have) and Charlie did Milo's tramp stamp. Anyway both were like :3c and thus, dating.
OKAY also trauma because...everyone needs a little bit. So Milo is/used to be a cheerleader — bard of Valor, yknow — and there's this whole...thing. I'm gonna post an excerpt from me raving to my friend about this but "milo's like sooo comfortable with being adequate. like he straight up said right before his exam his roommate was like "youll do great!" and hes all "well im not aiming for great, im aiming for passable!" because like...burnout and also hes surrounded by really snobbish and exemplary bards, its like a top notch school and he doesnt like how all that kinda gets to peoples heads. Plus he's really really heavy yknow, made of rock, so one time in a martial training soemone flung him and hes like OH GOD IVE NEVER BEEN ON TOP OF THE PYRAMID HELP!!, basically like the "yes im at the bottom of the pyramid, but thats because everyone needs someone to support them, and also its an essential part of the formation. I like being supportive even if it means i dont do anything glorious". All that is to say, he was at the bottom of a pyramid, someone on top of him fell, fell on him, his head hid the ground and he was just missing 1/4th of his head. I don't remember if my comic of this posted yet, I don't think it did.
So yes. Basically. Milo's got a massive crack in his head/missing half his face because of a horrible head injury. Charlie probably had like a 3 day long anxiety stomach ache about it. He's fine now. Also the unfinished face is because there's not enough clay to put that back together yet (matter cant come from nothing) — his chest being unfinished is irrelevant. He was just doing top surgery at home, got bored, and didn't finish that half.
I think that's about all I have at the moment for them together!!
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Trivia fun facts!!
Milo's adopted. He has three moms, they're all tieflings. Charlie's got a bio dad and step dad, one looks pretty much just like him, the other is a satyr
Milo's 6'8" and while Charlie looks short as hell in comparison, he's actually 6'
Milo's tattoo guide — includes my fave Flete Puellae (Latin for "Cry, girls!", taken from Roman graffiti "Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!"
Milo's missing an index finger because he tried doing knuckle tattoos
Milo's more 80s British punk, Charlie is more 90s-2000s grunge/scene/Harajuku
Charlie, and Im debating on this, might be part bard part wizard. Scribes if anything.
Charlie smudges everything he touches.
Milo's expertise is in deception because if he wants to blend in, he just strikes a pose, nude, in the school courtyard. He's a nude model for the life drawing courses so it's actually not that absurd for him.
Charlie calls Milo "Mo", short for Mosiac. Milo calls Charlie...Charlie. everyone else has to call him Charcoal.
Even though they transitioned, I think they would use the same names as given — both are fairly neutral in terms of gender. Charlie may have gone by Cindy before (Charcoal CINDers). And again, both are kinda loosely goosey with how they present anyways
Charlie plays the shawm, Milo plays drums. In modern day, Milo used to play guitar (not anymore, oops there goes his finger) and drums. Bards!!
Moss beard (30 years in the future probably)
#sunshan draws#earth genasi#dnd#dungeons and dragons#character illustration#illustration#fantasy#sketch#digital art#digital painting#digital sketch#art#doodles#oc#ocs#concept art#character design#charcoal#milo
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