#just fucking imagine your oc

[vaguely-concerned]

the fact that irving canonically survives through the end of asunder to be at wynne's funeral is so fucking funny to me. nothing but love and respect for MY unstoppable cockroach morally grey machiavellian mage dad!!! he's survived in his position through multiple attempted rites of annulment and blood mage plots popping up left right and center around him. the chantry keeps trying to stamp him out but his dodge game is simply out of this world, divine. civil wars, political machinations and minefields, chantry atrocities, this wily old motherfucker is dodging and weaving his way through it all, not-quite-no-hits-taken-running-it-but-honestly-close-enough-under-the-circumstances style. if solas does succeed in tearing down the veil I would fully believe that one of the like three people still alive at the end of it all would be a very weary 90 year old first enchanter irving going 'oh this shit again huh'. the maker has cursed him for his hubris and his paperwork is never finished (affectionate, it's fine he canonically loves paperwork)

[appri-dot]

@ballcrusher74 BOO MF!!!!!!😈😈😈😈

[dragon-razor-writings]

Jaune's S/O: *points to Ever-Afteran Arc Child* "I love this child like they're my own flesh and blood."

E-EAC: *doing some fuck-ass nonsense*

S/O: "That doesn't mean that they don't wig me out sometimes."

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 2)

In which there happens to be some smut... which I didn't plan for in this part but Astarion is goddammn wicked and does what he wants (you go bby) - that includes making Tav squirm while being pinned against a random wall. You can also read this and more parts on AO3 already!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

These gifs are not mine btw... It's from here!

You were almost at the destination. Before the last turn and before the tavern came into view, you stopped just at the corner and softly tugged at Astarion’s arm. He turned to you and looked at you askingly: “What is it, my love? Weren’t you so keen to get here quickly.”

You bite your lip. Astarion’s gaze immediately drops to your lips. “Listen, you know, I just told you how I hung out very often at this place with my old crew. So uhm, it might be possible we run into them tonight.” You felt yourself getting nervous – you weren’t exactly sure how you felt of your plan all of a sudden. The vampire angled his head slightly to one side. “Soo?”, he drawled slowly and lifted an eyebrow.

“You know, it might be… weird”, you said and rolled your shoulders slightly. “You mean weird, because you just disappeared one day and now you just appear again with this stunningly beautiful man at your side, your incredibly smart and loving and cunning and witty soulmate”, Astarion started. You rolled your eyes at him but couldn’t help at how your cheeks probably flushed when he called the two of you soulmates. “Yes, kind of the weird, I meant”, you interrupted quickly before the pale elf could continue his self-praise. “I mean most of them would be cool about it, it’s not like we don’t all have our secrets or that some didn't disappear for some time, but…”, you bit your lip again.

Astarion pressed a kiss on your lips: “But what, darling? Don’t you think after all we’ve been through, we can’t get through meeting your old friends that might be a bit upset at you for being gone? And bringing a new acquaintance to the party?” “It’s just – if they’re here, Eodin is probably with them. And we kinda had a th- I mean he had a thing for me and we kinda also – you know – slept with each other a few times and… But I’ve never really been with him, like romantically – at least from my side, it was just sex and… like you said, you and I, we are soulmates… and the sex wasn’t even that goo…”, you started to blurt out.

Astarion’s eyebrows rose at this new revelation but his signature smirk quickly reappeared: “So, what you are telling me, is, that we might run into your old affair who – from what I think I caught from your rambling – might still be romantically interested in you.” While speaking, Astarion put his arms around you and pulled you closer. One of his hands moved up to your neck, fingers softly tangling in your hair, the other hand moving to your butt, clad in leather pants, and squeezing. “And who wasn’t even worth a mention so far because – as you just explained – it was just sex and at that even so unremarkable you probably didn’t even remember until just now.” You melted into his touch, his ruby eyes sparkled hungrily as he moved you back step for step until he had you with your back to the wall at the corner you stopped. He pinned your body against the stones and moved his right thigh between your legs to make you immobile. His one hand that was caressing your ass moved to lift your leg to wrap around his hips. His other hand curled into your hair and dragged your head back the slightest bit. You couldn’t help to let out a moan as his sudden change in demeanor. Your lips opened and you could feel how melting hot lava started to fill your core, your nipples, which pressed against his chest under your linen shirt, peaking. Astarion’s face was directly above you. He licked his lips slowly and smiled hungrily at you with an open mouth. You could clearly see his fangs shimmering in the light of the street lanterns. He groped your ass again, receiving another moan from you.

“I bet”, he continued and breathed out heavily. He was just as affected by this as you were – but he was in charge. “I bet, he couldn’t even get you as worked up in one whole night as I can in mere seconds, fully clothed and on the open street, my love.” He enunciated every single word but especially the last two. “Let alone make you come”, he drawled and grinned once more, his fangs being on full display. Then he kissed you – his mouth taking yours eagerly and making the heat inside you grow even hotter, manifesting itself in a pulsing sensation between your legs. His fingers in your hair sent shivers down your spine. You were like wax in his hands, gifting yourself to him willingly.

His sheer confidence and sudden possessiveness turned you on massively. And it was true – there never had been anyone like him. Not in the bedroom, but neither in your heart. No one compared to him.

“I don’t think being on the open street is the setback in this scenario, Astarion”, you whispered breathlessly, when he broke the kiss. The vampire threw his head back and laughed hoarsely. “Look at you, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Who would have thought you might be prone to some public fun?”, he whispered moving close to your pointy ear, his lips almost touching your skin. He shifted his right leg he still had between your legs to pin you against the wall which made you involuntarily grind against his thigh clad in black leather pants. You inhaled sharply at the sudden jolt of delicious friction. A thought about if he actually would dare to take you right there on the spot raced through your mind. But frankly, at the moment you couldn’t care less.

Astarion moved his lips from your ear to your neck while dragging your head back by your hair even more to gain better access to your throat. He could see your pulse drumming with excitement and arousal. The vein at your throat pulsating promisingly. He’d been rock hard since he had you pinned to the wall but this heightened his arousal even more, making his already painful erection twitch. The tought of having you, the thought of you trusting him so much, the thought of all you already gifted him and the thought that you were his – forever - he'd never felt like this before.

His eyes shone like gemstones while he stared at the display of your racing heartbeat. If he wanted to bite you, you’d let him. You’d not only gotten used to it but you’ve also both come to enjoy it as part of your nightly trysts from time to time. You’d had to admit a little pain had driven your pleasure to newly known heights.

Astarion savored the view of your delectable neck once more before he lifted his head and his eyes went back to yours. He licked his lips again and said: “As much as I’d love to devour you right here and now, my love –“, he moved to grab your other leg and lift you in his arms while your legs already moved to tangle around his hips “- It would ruin our primary plans for the night and I wouldn’t want you to give up on them.” He turned around and set you down on the floor again. You were shortly startled and also didn’t trust yourself to already stand on your own again after his quick demonstration of his talents.

“Also”, he continued, putting one finger under his chin in thinker pose “colour me more than intrigued now to get to know your former acquaintances”. He emphasized some of the words mockingly. “You know, to find out what the ‘competition‘“ – dramatically air-quoted the word “could possibly have on me.” He grinned another mockingly not very friendly grin that showed his canines prominently. Then he laughed and pulled you against him again, kissing you deeply again. But this kiss was not about sexual prowess, just showing you how deeply he felt for you. “Come on, darling”, he said in a deep and affectionate tone after the kiss while leaning his forehead against yours “lead the way.”

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this! (src)

[noecoded]

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[meangreennunseen]

Thinking about both of my Primarch daughters and their lives and the more I think about them, the more I am questioning who has shittier existence. Tho I guess in a way their existences mirror painful ones of their parents in specific way.

Medea in general did not deserve everything which now lays on her shoulders. She was a child when her planet was destroyed, her mother died, but not before using her psyker powers to transfer the vast knowledge accumulated over millenias only High Priestess was allowed to possess to her only child. The still fragile mind overcharged with insane amounts of information so much, Medea fainted, instead of dying, just because she has Primarch genes. After that child was laid down into special stasis sarcophagus which had to preserve the life of the last High Priestess of Prospero.

Even so, Medea was woken up once her stasis sarcophagus was found on random planet ravaged by war. Once cracked open back on Terra, Medea was hushed into fighting and yet no matter how much she done for Imperium in short span of time, she still was known as daughter of Traitor Primarch, Princess of Daemons or heretical mutant standing against doctrine of what Imperium now lived by. No matter how much hope Medea has or how much she tries it is never good enough, so Idk how long it is until that daughter turns to chaos worship...

Cornix has no less painful story. She was the most genetically accurate duplicate of her Primarch Father in comparison with rest of Primarch children, even to the point where rumors spread that Corvus had Cornix genetically engineered by his own image. Which wasn't true, but Primarch never revealing truth about mother of his child to anyone did not help to slow down the spread of misinformation.

Anyways, Cornix's life was harsh since she drew first breath. She has disease lots of Kiavahr-born children have, tho her case is lucky one just because of Primarch fast regeneration gene. Even so she came to this world through blood, death and pain and those feelings have stuck in her excellent, abnormal memory she also inherited. Nevertheless, maybe her Father knew of the fate Emperor already decided upon her and this is why he trained Cornix in ways of Primarch of XIXth legion, maybe he didn't and it was just a natural way how parenthood hit him, but Cornix grew prepared and very early showed abilities which could easily in time rival her own Father.

Tho no one is allowed happiness in the way how I develop stories, because Corvus took harsh decision to cast his daughter off to obscure planet. Some say such out of the character decision for Primarch, might have been due to Emperor's own conditions, but since that day forward Cornix' survival depended solely on her own abilities. Which she did succeed at, but with ton of mental and physical trauma. Also not to mention Cornix's apparent death added a lot of mental anguish towards already fragile mental state of her Father after his Astartes' mutations ravaged Raven Guard legion. News of his daughter dying in World Bearer's bombardment while they pulled back into the Eye after loss of Heresy, completely broke Corvus and he entered his one year seclusion, before departing into Eye of Terror to dedicate his life to hunt the traitors.

So yeah. I create innocent children OCs and fuck them up completely as adults. Fits Warhammer40k at least...

[limeinaltime]

New Pressure AU just dropped based on me and my friend's Pressure runs, but with a twist ;)

Kind of my take on an Expendable! Seb AU plus Aster because at this point these two are a pair, do not separate them. Basically the local hobo and an incorrectly-sentenced death row inmate have to team up to escape capitalist hell created by an evil sentient building that likes messing with Sebastian specifically. Maybe they kiss.

[vaguely-concerned]

so much potential in the other companions dealing with ingellvar and emmrich -- two incredibly intelligent educated capable and when pushed exceedingly lethal people, who nevertheless have some uh. unavoidable gaps in their understanding of how day to day life works outside of the grand necropolis and the basic elements of how to function in a society with little to no post-mortem activity

(varric helped rye get to grips with the most important stuff in their time together and had war flashbacks to merrill's first years in kirkwall the whole time. but hey a basically functional adult person came out of it safe and sound by the end of it both times so it worked out, we take those)

[arolesbianism]

I wish So Bad that I could confidently recommend lob corp and library of ruina to people because they're both genuinely rly good games and I also need ppl I know to understand the insanity that is project moon but like godddd they are a fucking Investment. Both in time and in brainpower. I generally think ppl exaggerate how hard lob corp is but it's certainly not easy and when it does get hard it gets HARD. Also it literally requires at least one day 1 reset (basically a new game+) to fully beat the game and at this point I've done at least 10. And for lor I'm not nearly as far in and I'm just scratching the surface of the real game but it's a beast of its own. Also 100+ hours and also hard as hell. Like this game does not fuck around with its difficulty spikes it will make you use your brain and it will give you a damn headache in the process. It's also one of my favorite card combat games I've ever played with mechanics that just so beautifully complement each other to create a dynamic and interesting battle system that gives it a completely different vibe and feeling than any other deck builder games I've played to the point where it almost feels wrong to me to categorize them together. But also I am not even slightly joking abt the headache thing every time I play this damn game I close it with a horrible headache and have to take a multi day break. I think everyone should experience this with me <3

[zerguette]

Jhostin(top one) and Spike's (bottom one) dynamic be like (Of course, dokies, of course there couldnt be angst, mhm, of course -deletes himself instantly-)

Spike belongs to @thechaoticsaisk hehe, dokie dokie pokie pokie

Posting art i did while i still had my tablet and didnt forget It in another city as the greatest dumbass

[fauvester]

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s): ✨🍀🍎🍩 svsss ocs?

OOOOH DAAAAA MOSHANG KIDDOS!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I like making fankids... my cringe fandom achilles heel... and it would be funny if they weren't like golden halo protags and were instead kind of cringe.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

OH THE MONEYSHOT!

My hot take is that moshang would earnestly do their best to parent but have a lot of baggage that would make it challenging to emotionally connect with children (in addition to 2-3 very time consuming logistical jobs taking up their time.) They're definitely the best parents in SVSSS but the bar is in the Abyss. They love them, but they're not always the best at showing it in a way that they understand.

Oldest son and crown prince Xuejiao (proud, spoiled, inclined to be lazy, prone to crippling migraines that render him indisposed and a bitch) gets along best with Qinghua. Both of them collect palace gossip and like to micromanage; Qinghua gets back into writing and Xuejiao enjoys proofreading while lounging on his father's bed like he owns the place (not the smutty stuff, though, at least he's not supposed to read that.)

He and Mobei Jun have a respectful but distant relationship. I think deep down XJ has some shame that he isn't as proactive about preparing for and fighting for the throne as MBJ, but as a teen he doesn't want to enough to do something about it so he just avoids those feelings by avoiding his father. They're both very aloof and really need a sticky extrovert to bring them out of their shells..

Tiehan by all accounts should get along best with Qinghua because he's the BAAaAaAaAbY and he's small and smiley and very very talkative. But that's all superficial, and underneath that thin layer of cultivated silliness he's as mercenary and brutal as any demon. Mobei Jun is happy to have a child that jumps at the chance to go on hunting trips and put down minor rebellions with him (XJ is NOT leaving his chaise lounge to go OUTSIDE, THANK YOU.) He tramps around in muddy shoes and brings beasts into the palace. Qinghua feels a little guilty that he really can't stand to be around his youngest for more than an hour at a time.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Other than Various influences in the Northern court that initially conspired to try to poison the crown prince as a baby (those influences are no longer present, or living, and have been rendered unto a soup like homogenate) the closest thing either has to a nemesis is probably the head disciple of Bai Zhan Peak that Xuejiao was inflicted on. She's a jock and a bit of a bully but in her defense her new shidi (who she was NOT consulted on the admission of into her cohort) is arrogant, spoiled and completely disregards her authority. And she can't beat his ass too badly because Liu Qingge himself specifically brought him in to train (at Shang Qinghua's prostrated begging request)

It's always the lot of the Bai Zhan seniors to have beef with half demons, it's how things are done.

[squircatlies]

Hey, so if not being able to feel fear makes Georgie basically immune to all the horrors, would lobotomy also do the trick?

[artificerstimetable]

thinking of.. My jorunalist..... (8 love giving them different hats in each drawing even tho they only wear the aviator hat in blah blah current whatbwr) anyways clumby picked them up from a wet cardboard box in the rain and decided to adopt that CREATURE (still figuring out how 2 draw her)

Ohh I want to eat mango bites

[artblock-tm]

OC moment :)

Without lighting under cut!

[blujayonthewing]

feeblemind should be an attack roll spell instead of a saving throw specifically so I can concoct little scenarios where it misses and hits someone else instead