#might change later but I think it fits

[benefactordreams]

helloo you mentioned that jackles has a bug power, but what exactly is this power? is it manipulation of any bugs or like bug-like characteristics or something else? trying to consider more factors to think about what is a good opposing power to have :D

ok trying to remember what I typed up in my notes a while back — he has this belt loosely fitted on his waist that has bugs in resin tied(?) on it and when he throws them to the ground, they break and the bug in said resin comes out and fights for him (he fights too obviously but his big help).

The power that's used is based on the bug. I think I for examples I said bees are like poison, spiders can slow the enemy with webs (or was this one poison??) but I can't remember exactly what I put. I remember mentioning more bugs like centepeeds (is that how you spell it?) but these are the two I remember fully (and idk if bees were poison so 💀💀)

He does have to make the bugs in resin himself and that's the downside bc he might have to leave battle bc of lack of bugs if it's too much but I hope I explained this well and answered your question caz 🙏🙏

[ineed-to-sleep]

Some sketches I did to try to get a feel for what I want my Rook to look like 🤔

[oneroomjestershow]

Haii, how are u doing? :>

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Delighted to announce that my story has officially reached novella length! I truly didn't think it would get this far, and didn't think I would be able to stick with it to get it this long. According to Wikipedia, a novella is 17,500-40,000 words, and I'm currently at 17,714. And I'm going to keep writing for awhile tonight. I'm just super proud of this

[travalerray]

what if I wrote a TMA AU. What then

[nailtagyuri]

when i was 12 this was the coolest most mindblowing shit ever i was genuinely so obsessed with it I'd read it very day like the bible. I would die for a version of this with the post 3D world content over my country

[allthenicknamesweretaken]

Deciding how turtle my turtles should be

Not going well so far I can not decide

Actually I'll do a poll

[liaprime]

I've wanted to name my WiFi something SWTOR-y for a while now, and I finally settled on Vaiken Spacedock.

Renamed the ships devices "docked" to it as well - Phone is White Nova, tablet is Ziost Shadow and PC is Fuliginous (¬‿¬ )

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

not to call myself out but every so often i forget that blue is not, in fact, an unnatural eye color fjslkfjl (context: i like giving OCs funky eye colours lol)

[the-saddest-clown]

Guess who’s about to go completely fucking bonkers wild over an au I came up with after listening to the ISM soundtrack last night (again)

[jkgnggj]

No ofc not my icon is a pink fictional stuffed bear my friend drew for a torikechi drawing i commissioned them tho I wish I could be as cute as poff, here is some info about puff and poff I found yesterday hehe (+ a closeup of my pfp by @aoki553 ) <333

feel free to elaborate in tags of course on how easy or hard cosplaying them would be

bonus question: how much do you WANT to look like your icon. like are they the goal you aspire to

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

I Told You Sol WIP (like mother like daughter spoilers)

(hmmmmmm Ok ok ok ok. Not horrible. Can be improved, but I think the more heavy motion edited/"animation" ones turned out better than I thought. Cause if they didn't, I would've dropped this. TT0TT I think I'll recut it and try "animating" more portions.... and probs drop the effects ajkfdjsa But it was decent for like the 2ish hours I spent on it)

[transmasc-tabris]

god i wish i could draw because there is a stupid tarot thing floating in my head for all my protags.

[auburnlaughter]

Renegades Title Here and Mraaaah ch 8 for the WIP Game this week please!

Thank you for the ask! Editing has been done on Renegades, and her are three new Mraaaah sentences for you. The story is, alas, trending towards death and destruction again.

WIP Wednesday Game - The Sorrows of Ra (fanfic)

It was an excellent question. Their route had been taking them towards a small settlement, but now that they were closer, they could see that something was … wrong, the place much too still for this time of day. Cresting the next rise, they could see that they main road into the settlement was blocked by what looked like a twisted pile of bodies.

[earthtooz]

cw: arranged marriage, fluff, neglect at the beginning, ratio falling hard, pining, ratio being jealous of aventurine, unedited bc i wrote this with my heart not my brain

my brain has been thinking about an arranged marriage fic with dr. ratio...

he isn't kind to you at first, less than happy to share a life with a mere acquaintance. he's heard about you before in passing, noting your achievements with a grain of salt because nothing about you particularly mattered to him, irrelevant against the mass of scrolls and books he needs to read.

you don't really disturb his normal routine too much. you move in to his estate with a fair share of your belongings, but none of them crowd his house too much. you have your own room, pristine guest room unearthed by your artistic touch.

aside from dinners, you don't get to see each other too much. he starts his mornings early, getting up at the crack of dawn to exercise and start his day with a hearty meal. you wake up later, partaking in a slow morning, and if you glanced out the window, you might be able to see your husband running laps around the expanse of his gardens.

you admire his dedication and routine, it's fascinating to live beside a genius. everyday, the chest table that sits in the living room changes, the black and white pieces never remaining where you last recalled. the size of his blackboard is impressive, and yet too small to fit all of the formulas his brain remembers, hands effortlessly dancing along the surface to scratch number after number.

a frequent order of his estate is chalk. a new pile is delivered every three days, and he goes through them without fail every time.

during dinner, he tries to spare some conversation with you. you don't tell him too much about your day, not wanting to bore him with your menial chores. he's only half-listening either way, so you'll feign understanding about his work when he explains what he's up to.

ratio is not an attentive husband, but he doesn't mistreat you, either. he allows you to spend his assets without too much care, doesn't police your everyday tasks, and also doesn't bat an eye at other men or women. his pursuit of intelligence is important, and your wellbeing would not come in between that.

your monotonous, distant routine changes one autumn dusk. you're perched in the front yard with an easel set up before you, the sky in front of you now a blend of pink-purple hues. he returns home earlier than you expected, carriage stopping at the front of his estate, and he witnesses you in your tranquil state.

the paint strokes on the canvas before you are skilled, and show years of dedication to the craft. you're so invested in the piece before you, that you don't even hear him approaching until he calls your name.

"the night turns colder with each minute. shouldn't you come inside before you fall ill?" the scholar greets, and you're snapped out of your creative reverie, looking over at him.

"oh, i had not realised. let me clean up here, first." you take your canvas off the easel, but to your surprise, your spouse kneels down to organise your oil paints back into their box.

"make haste, then," he urges.

during dinner, he can't help but be curious over your hobby, the stubborn splotches of paint clinging to your hands visible to him. that night, you engage in uninterrupted conversation, and discover that he's an artist himself- a sculptor. it calms him, and all the statues reside in a removed room, adjacent to his study.

despite your years of matrimony, you had never once dared enter his study, but the design is so fittingly him. it is organised (well, as organised a genius can be), with shelves and shelves filled with books, discarded scrolls lay around the room, but even then, his taste for greco-roman aesthetics are seen. roman dorics act like stands for little plants, and his many certificates are displayed, along with other achievements.

(his study is overwhelmingly filled with them. though you knew of the merit of the man you were arranged to be married to, you had never known just how expansive the list is. perhaps, that only made him more intimidating to you, standing beside a genius does not feel so light to say anymore.)

he shows you his sculptures, and though many of them are... self portraits... the likeness is disgustingly accurate. it was as if he had casted himself in plaster and displayed it proudly. you wonder how long he must have stared in the mirror to perfect their appearance.

but, there are also various other formidable statues. some of people you recognise. you compliment his skill and don't get to see the blush that spreads along his cheeks.

it seems that you've chipped a way into his heart, because between brushstrokes and chiselled marble, he falls in love with you.

ratio knows he didn't start off being the best husband, but he tries to now, and begins by being present. asks you to dine together where possible, listens when you're talking about your day, and the two of you can be seen venturing downtown together; an unbelievable sight for those who believed that ratio was romantically inept.

perhaps, an even more unbelievable sight, was the soft smile on his face that glanced at you very adoringly, and how you remained unaware of his affections.

and, maybe a jealous veritas ratio is just as unbelievable.

he is practically glaring daggers at the side of a certain blond's head. ratio has never been fond of the scheming businessman, aventurine, and is even less so of the fact that you seem so close to him, more than you are with your own husband. you're speaking with him like how one would with old friends, a peaceful visit to the markets turned sour by his presence.

when you finally, finally, finally, bid farewell to aventurine, who gave ratio a look that signified he was up to no good, your husband held your hand in his gloved one with an unforgiving grip. his mood is dampened for the remainder of the day, and is only made better when you enquire about his sudden glumness, visiting his office to see if he was alright.

you leave him with a kiss on the crown of his head, and a whisper of 'goodnight', before retreating to your chambers, and the only thought that circulates in his head for the rest of the night is you, and how he's going to sweep you off your feet.

[duocatt]

hi i've done it, changed all my crap. end of an era for @ heydocpotts 😔 u can also find me on bluesky & twt/x w the same new handle btw

heydocpotts -> duocatt

tl;dr things change including me, shocked & appalled. will being changing some stuff up & hopefully that leads to more fun. idk if im gonna change this one up or just make a new blog we'll see thank youuuu bye