#oc love letter

[wakkodoodle]

GET “ART ATTACKED” AGAIN, @urbanqhoul

holds Liminal Library and everyone in it so gently

[deepcuts]

Really fuck with this new Ponysona I made, what a fuckin freak !!!

[itsbrucey]

Big fan of sun motifs in characters not necessarily being about positivity and happiness and how they're so " bright and warm" but instead being about fucking brutal they are.

Radiant. A FORCE of nature that will turn you to ash. That warmth that burns so hot it feels like ice. Piercing yellow and red and white. A character being a Sun because you cannot challenge a Sun without burning alive or taking everything down with them if victorious.

[inkly-heart]

💙❤️💜

[anbaisai]

Has Mayu met Najma (Jamil's sister) yet? How did/would that interaction go? (I love your content. Please don't ever die❤️)

I haven't figured out if/when they'd meet in my canon timeline yet, but they definitely would meet during the Al'ab Nariya event! Honestly I think they'd get along quite well given how both have :3 energy, meaning Jamil really will be terrorized by 2 cats once they meet...

He'll be fine though, he's basically a cat himself 👍

(Also that last sentence I'm- 😭?? Anon really came into my inbox to give me eternal life and leave-)

[tsuutarr]

Lately, you’ve been hearing hollow thudding noises throughout your house. It’s an empty noise that echoes throughout your walls, making you feel paranoid. You can’t help it, though – the sound is making you go insane. 

You dig through all of your rooms, but you don’t come close to finding out what’s causing the odd noise. You can’t even tell what the sound is, in fact – just that it’s a rhythmic sound that seems to constantly beat as if your house is alive.

But that’s a silly thought – how can a house be alive?

But then, just what is that noise? It’s ruining your life, making you unable to function normally. You don’t even remember when the last time you’ve properly slept is. You’re pretty sure you’ve been awake for days.

Maybe that’s why you hallucinate an odd looking platter on your table in the middle of the night. Maybe that’s why you reach out, lifting the silver dome-shaped lid off of the platter. Maybe that’s why you see a heart on the platter that seems to still be beating.

With wide, horrified eyes, you drop the lid onto the floor, feet stumbling backwards. You don’t get very far, though, as ghostly arms wrap around your waist.

“D’you like it?” the voice asks, too light to belong to a living being. ���It’s my heart – I found it just for you!”

[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)

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

[vasiliquemort]

"In depth of his bewitching I felt secure and warm – I was in flowing haze that is muslin's and mistful milk of skies, and it rocked gently all my cells, and I flew into him as fallen drop, and it was weaved and volant kind of mutabors."

There is no tone of gratefulness and of adore that could suffice and form the shades that I behold to beauty that's demure and delicate and dulcet so, the one that came from @tmxpvksl and glory of their talents and abodes<зз

[artist-rat]

realised i haven't really posted a proper pic of my durge. so here's Tavis/Noon :} she fluctuates between being a menace of macabre whimsy and a menace with hubris burning like a thousand suns

[monstrous-angels]

Sephiroth when he finds out about Fanfics.

[themissakat]

Dear Aunt Jay, I got picked for a quest. My friends and I are a day into our cross country road trip. It has been really fun. We got attacked by some bugs but they were really cool looking. I am sad they turned into ash after we beat them. Love, Fern

We've had a few sessions and quite a few more mishaps, including but not limited to adopting a new friend/pet, fighting a rat king, and drinking weird flavored soda. Reyna is an amazing DM <3

[zivazivc]

when you pass a payphone and you decide to stop and call your brother to ask what's up, and you learn that in the couple of weeks since you've last heard from him you've become an uncle

[insert image of les sitting on the ground in front of the payphone after putting down the handset, bawling like a baby]

[fxckedupdaydreams]

Aspen the Loser Yan! Loser x Reader Tw; Stalking, Obsession, Yandere Themes, Creepy behavior, unconsented photographs, slight nsfw (he's obsessing over pics), Pathetic Yandere themes, You're into it and make it easy for him to obsess over you lol Note; Gotta start my blog off with a pathetic yandere that coincidentally has a willing reader <3

Yan! Loser that's extremely shy, an introvert who's majoring in art and minoring in photography, carrying a camera around 24/7 and taking pictures of everything he finds visually appealing.

Art block having reached him, his sketchbook pages remained bare and untouched, procreate not having been opened in weeks on his device.

Yan! Loser that only met you because you both took a portrait photography class together and happened to sit beside each other, partners for the quarter.

One look at you and his face was visibly turning two shades pinker as you smiled at him.

Yan! Loser that almost collapses when you tell him to take a picture of you on your first day, claiming that you'd love to see the improvement on your last day of the course.

His hands are steady as he snaps a couple pictures, shyly showing you once he finds one that's to his standards.

Yan! Loser that follows you to your next class that same day, hood up as he watches you interact with others, trying to shove past students to keep up with you.

Did you need to walk so fast?

Yan! Loser that can only think about you after meeting you, finally having the motivation to draw after just talking to you once.

His sketchbook is finally put to use, he doodles and draws and creates artwork, you being the center of it all as he moves on from projects.

Yan! Loser that writes down everything you like, your whole schedule, your friends names, your major and classes you could potentially take together.

Yan! Loser that continuously follows you around everywhere, each class you're in, he's following a few steps behind to make sure you walk in safely.

Yan! Loser that follows you home after a few days, camera in hand and hood over his head, snapping away from outside your window.

Yan! Loser that goes through every single picture when he finally goes home after you've slept, practically drooling over himself at each angle he's got of you.

Yan! Loser that doesn't get much sleep, slowly sitting down beside you the next day with exhaustion clear on his features.

He's overjoyed when you offer some of your caffeinated drink to him, patting his back and commenting on the amount of homework you have too.

Yan! Loser that feels much more energized knowing that you just gave him an indirect kiss.

He watches what trashbin you dump your drink into and is quick to go fish it out once you've left the room, clinging to the plastic/glass and shoving it into his bag.

Willing Reader that just knows that Aspen is stalking them, quick to notice when he's behind them.

He's not the best stalker, constantly gasping when you're changing, the click of the camera each time he shoots a picture of you, the bright red face he has each time you even look at him.

The way he carries around the drink you shared with him weeks earlier.

You take pity on that pathetic stalker of yours, making it easy for him to follow you around, asking him to take random pictures of you in class.

Touching him constantly, whether you cling to his side in the morning because "its just too cold!!" or patting his head when he does a good job.

He's good at pretending he's done nothing wrong!

As long as you don't ask to see his camera or sketchbook.

[millyondollarbaby]

Could you make yandere pervert, yandere creep catching reader touching themselves and moaning their name?

I’m trying to figure out how this would work because most normal people only touch themselves in the privacy of their home and what are the chances you invite this guy in your house? And it’s not like you invite someone over to go masturbate- anyway I feed you heathens. Not proofread

YAN! Creep x Reader

For the purposes of this lets say he was really embodying that inner creep and managed to bug your bedroom. Maybe he snuck in one day and planted it or by divine grace was invited to your home(Do not invite him). Regardless of when or how he did and now he has access to endless possibilities. Today just so happened to be his lucky day.

We've had a long day, whether it was studying or going to work our tension and stress meter has hit its peak and we are looking for a release. What better way than to literally drain the stress out. We make our way to our bed after stripping off our clothes, it would be better to take a shower first but we are in no rush for practicality right now. We take a deep breath and lean down to our bed-end chest unlocking it to reveal our menagerie. Wrapped in silk we have our... personal tools. (You can choose your weapon). We then make our way onto the bed. Taking another deep breath we make contact. A whirling feeling of sensation enters our body and we can feel the tension begin to slip away.

Our imagination begins to swirl like the pleasure between our legs and before we can muster up a more appropriate fantasy- he enters our mind. That creepy motherfucker always lurking around... but it's kinda sexy how much he wants us- no god! We can't help it, it's like all our subconscious thoughts are coming to the service. Would he be a good lover? Would he be feral? he's so tall and lean I wonder how big his cock- he's so creepy and he's always there its like he's planted himself inside of our brain.

It starts low in a whisper, "(his name)," and works its way up into a command, "(his name) right there!" through this fantasy, we reach a release not knowing who's on the other end.

He's listening and he can't believe what he's hearing. It's too good to be true. You're calling for him. Cumming to him- for him( At least in his head). His nerves are vibrating, his heart is pulsing, he's throbbing. The voices in his head are thrumming and the beast of his love and obsession is clawing at his soul with its talons. his eyes are rolling back in his head and his hand is in his pants before he knows what he's doing.

[heatherchasesyou]

uhHH I don't usually post my 'furry' stuff here but I rlly wanted to show my musician dogs to the world soooo meet the Moon Prism dog rock band LOLLL

random trivia but they can walk and stand on two legs like a person if u even care--