#ottobooty

[undead-potatoes]

@hey-lethallan replied to your post “It takes xKit a second to load in...”

yes!

@ottobooty replied to your post “It takes xKit a second to load in...”

Yes (somewhat)

I'm guessing the "somewhat" bit here means you only poke your head in the front door or something, but honestly I'll take it

[anoras]

rook meme 2, 3, 7

rook questions

2. How did Rook get the nickname? What do they think of it?

it was an inquisition codename based on the chess piece, and mostly used - as he grew up - if coded missives needed to refer to him, or if he needed to write something coded.  he doesn't introduce himself as rook, prefering his actual name, or isa as a nickname.

3. answered here!

7. Why does Rook agree to join the Veilguard?

he wants to make his mom proud.  he spent his formative teen years watching the toll the stress took on her, and volunteered himself - though he couldn't have anticipated the role he would end up having to take.

[lyriumsings]

number 40 50 and +1

40. Describe Rook’s bed:

Before Veilguard, it was a really grand thing lol. The bed of your dreams tbh like just this plush, soft, giant expanse that one person could never possibly fill by themselves. It’s always made to perfection the second she wakes up. Think the overall color scheme of her room would be deep reds and purples with like gold accents. It’s giving royalty lol She misses it dearly but would never admit it.

50. Are they a mystery, or an open book?

Both! They’re contradictory. Open book, because she doesn’t mince words. You know how she feels and what’s on her mind because she’ll say it. Mystery because she’s not open with her past. I have my own Shadow Dragons backstory for her, and she’s not forthcoming with it. I headcanon it takes the crew a second to realize they actually don’t know anything about her but she’s learning everything about them. They don’t even know her real name. (Even Mercar is not really her surname it’s her half sister’s and she uses it for plot reasons lol)

+1 What does Rook smell like?

Testing my memory against myself lmao.

Kataleya smells like chocolate and winter air. And actually upon further reflection, I think she also smells a little bit like whatever that person associates with her? Since she’s attached to the fade via blood magic I like to headcanon it affects her a bit. So to Lucanis she smells like ciocolatta calda. To Taash she smells like sea salt. etc But it’s always tinged with the smell of tin (aka powerful magic which bellara says in game).I hope that makes sense? Like their perception of her affects how they experience her bc of her link to the fade? And specifically around core memories they have with her, maybe. Sticking a pin in this headcanon lmao

Ask meme!

[borealnyx]

BIRTHDAY TWIN!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU AS WELL!!!!

[statichvm]

sky for that meme

i think that would fix me let’s go

[solspina]

Absolution in Angelism

Luis Dante ⋆˙⟡

trapped within an endless and grotesque night terror, dante realizes that he’s been here a million times before. with his serf finally losing her title and nothing changing, something has to be done.!

have part two to my dante blurb because i can’t find motivation to write rn :( so sorry if this feels rushed!

tw: heavy descriptions of gore

tags: @ottobooty @kit-williams @moodymisty

the pulpy floor seemed to yield with every step dante took forward. blood splashed onto the golden calves of his armor with every sickening squelch the ground made, occasionally accompanied by the snapping and cracking of fragile and decayed bones. trapped pockets of air were released from the endless heap of flesh beneath his feet, emitting muffled gurgling in their wake. the air was thick with the stench of rot and putrescence, and it pooled in his throat with every shallow breath.

this was no battlefield; he had walked through those before and come out relatively unfazed. he had seen the bodies of his brothers, and been able to identify each one by their faces and mourn them as individuals. that wasn’t the case this time. instead, each face engraved into this unholy amalgamation of human meat was indistinguishable. if he looked hard enough, he could make out the shapes of different body parts. hands, feet, arms, faces here and there, all cauterized together into an unholy organic mixture.

but the sights, the horrors, were no longer new.

dante had been here before.

the soles of his boots were soaked in shimmering crimson, the gold underneath providing a metallic finish to the display of gore beneath him. he used to tremble at such an image, completely appalled by the gore and putrid smell of decay within this world. now, though, he simply continued walking.

the emotions this place had brought forth in him before now felt minuscule in comparison to what took their place.

he once hesitated to cut away at the arms that reached up to pull him down, for although this mound of flesh was undoubtedly a hive, each limb seemed to react to his presence as if it were an individual. the arms would recoil in pain, the hands would be crushed beneath his feet with a deafening crack, the faces would release guttural and piercing screams from their throats before blood erupted from their mouths as they choked.

axe mortalis no longer spared them it’s mercy.

once he believed them innocent. once he believed them individuals, some form of human.

but they tormented him. night after night they dragged him back into this morbid, pungent smelling nightmare. night after night they made him watch his personal serf be cradled in the arms of his beloved primarch, had his primarch been a bloodthirsty and hideous monster. night after night he watched die the woman who made him wish to keep living, her death unwanted but granted by the hands of the demi-god who had denied him the death he both wished for and deserved.

“dante…”

accompanied by his thoughts were the apparitions he had walked for miles to see.

she lay limp and nude in sanguinius’ arms, a familiar sight to the now scowling dante. the lips of the angel were wrapped in tight suction around the skin of her neck, and tears fell from her sorrowful and pained eyes.

many times, he had fallen to his knees and pleaded this monster for mercy. he had allowed it a thousand times to torment both him and the helpless serf in its arms. he no longer cared. he was not real, and neither was the blood dripping from axe mortalis or the endless sea of limbs that reached up to claim him. the fear, the sadness, the pain, all faded into resentment for this mockery of his primarch.

how dare it wear the face of the angel.

his expression remained unchanging as he pulled infernus from his waist and aimed at the chest of the false sanguinius, his hands steady and his voice firm as he spoke to the mimic.

“get your hands off of my wife.”

it’s lips departed from the woman’s neck as it’s face contorted into both confusion and shock. dante was not afraid of him? what had happened to the trembling and sobbing man that used to fall to its knees in anguish? was it abnormal in the modern world to use weaker serfs for blood letting?

no, dante had become just as much a terrifying spectre as the false sanguinius had. blood found itself on his body from head to toe, and he showed no sign of hesitation in pulling a gun on his beloved primarch.

“get your hands,” dante readied the great infernus, placing his finger on the trigger and closing one of his eyes. “off of my wife.”

“dante…”

his wife turned toward him, still caged in sanguinius’ arms, trembling as blood fell from her chin in waterfalls. her breathing remained shallow, now accompanied by wheezing and the occasional moan of pain as the angel dug sharp fingernails into her skin. blood trickled from those wounds, too.

“i love you, dante…”

his eyes closed at the bright flash of white light that consumed his vision.

with a hiss and the ringing of his ears, all had gone still.

had sanguinius killed him?

had he been pulled under again?

no. he could still feel the squelching of meat under his armor. he could still see red all around him. red, and only red. not the shining gold of noble armor or the white of two perfect wings…

red, and only red.

he had pulled the trigger.

he woke with a sharp intake of air, but without his heart skipping a beat this time.

he let out a sigh of relief, for the lack of him jolting awake meant that his peacefully sleeping wife could remain in her state of blissful rest. he looked upon her features, something he was seldom able to appreciate when she was merely his serf, a title much too low for someone of her beauty and compassion.

she had been up nearly every night with him, increasingly so after their marriage. bags had begun to develop under her eyes as a result of her constantly interrupted sleep.

maybe he would allow her rest this morning, rather than wake her to join him for his morning routine. a celebration, he would see it as, for their nightly routine was over.

finally over.

he had little time until his day would begin, and so he lay back down. his body faced the sleeping woman, his eyes continuing to memorize every centimeter and detail of her face.

he lay still for many moments, fighting the urge to close his eyes again and slip into the first peaceful dream he would have in years, a liberty only afforded due to his newfound protectiveness over his wife. for being his wife meant he could treat her as a serf no longer, she gave him duty to attend to… that of her life in the false primarch’s hands.

even after everything he had done both in his dreams and in the waking world, deserving this felt impossible.

it was death that he deserved. the sweet release of death, not the warm and loving embrace of a woman he once held in servitude and only recently brought up to his level. she deserved better long ago.

he moved his hand to gently remove a stray hair from her head, placing his palm down on her cheek once her hair had been tucked securely behind her ear. one final moment in bed to remember throughout the day, a reason to look forward to the next period of rest.

with a kiss placed gently to her forehead, he rose from the comfort of the sheets, immediately missing her warmth, wondering if he could make an excuse for not tending to his duties today.

no. he was responsible for half of the imperium. those duties could not wait.

though they would, if it were ever her need.

he walked toward his door, sparing her one final gaze before he turned his attention to axe mortalis, taking it in his hand as it surged to life with power at his touch, just as she had done to him. his spare hand reached for the keypad on the door, pausing to gaze at the foreign object taped over the numbers by the handle.

a paper, an incredibly small one in which words were inscribed upon its surface with the same pristine delicacy that dante’s smile held as he read over the writing.

“i love you, dante”

[needlesslycryptic]

Some recent commission work for @ozziescribbler @perenians @n0rmandysr1 @ottobooty and others!! :)

[osatokun]

Todays commish for @ottobooty ~

[ecofear]

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[elfroot-and-laurels]

Tagged by @shivunin for WIP wednesday and im. Erm. Nsfw under the cut (shes cropped dont worry lads)

Tagging @isayashai @creaking-skull @saintlethanavir @ottobooty and @buchimgay ily all

they fuckin

[hypnapomparts]

Some Vault Boy inspired sketches

I made a little template for them for later use since I'm p sure i'm gonna need to open emergency comms at some point and these are super easy to do

The gal is my Overboss Hypna

Sandalin belongs to @ottobooty 💜

[undead-potatoes]

Justice and Emperor!

Justice: How does Rook feel about the circumstances that led to them leaving their faction? What does returning feel like?

Things are... tense. And awkward. Truth be told, Ronnie never really felt like she fit in with the rest of the Dragons as a group. Sure she was actively taking part in their operations, but there was never that true sense of camaraderie that she saw among the other Dragons. First she's ousted for following her gut and doing what she felt was right, what they had all collectively set out to do. That one stung, a lot. Then she chooses Treviso over Minrathous, thinking it better suited to defend itself than Treviso, which was kinda true. But now the Venatori have taken over the city, and whatever's left of the Dragons are in tatters. I'm not sure the other Dragons could ever quite forgive her for that, further alienating her from whatever remains of their little resistance group. She's angry they made her leave, even if she understands why. She's remorseful and a little ashamed of leaving them all behind when they needed her the most, even if she thinks she made the right call, and would do so again. And she's sad, that it's just another place she's doesn't quite fit, no matter how hard she tried.

The Emperor: What does Rook's leadership style look like?

Casual, yet focused. She doesn't even try to adhere to any sort of hierarchy between her and the others, they just look to her for leadership because someone gotta do it. Ronnie's pretty good at it though. She's not afraid of making tough choices and make them fast. Her focus is always on getting the job done first and foremost, then she'll deal with the fallout later. Taking charge of a situation is just something that comes natural to her, even if she's not actively aware she's doing it, and it's not the first time it has happened. It's just the first time it's been this tough of a job. And she's not perfect. Her own emotions does cloud her judgement sometimes, no matter how hard she tries to stay cool and impartial. Making quick decisions is good for getting the job done, but doesn't always hold up to scrutiny. And no matter how sure she is of a choice she made, she's haunted by uncertainty and heavy self-criticisms in her quieter moments. Given the circumstances, most of the companions seem to think she's doing as well as any of them would.

From the "Rook Tarot Card" asks meme

[elfroot-and-laurels-moved]

tagged by @star--nymph AND @ava-du-mortain and i could have kept going.

tagging @isayashai @creaking-skull @ottobooty @saltybiowarefantears but no pressure lovelies

[galpalaven]

— B A S I C S

Name: Kirika Nanami Nicknames: Kiri Age: 26-ish Nameday: 20th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon Race: Au Ra, Raen Gender: Female Orientation: Biromantic demisexual Profession: Warrior of Light

— P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair: Naturally black, but after SHB it is now grey with white ends Eyes: Red naturally, but grey with white rings of light after SHB. Skin: White with opalite scales. Tattoos/scars: No tattoos yet, but has some scarring on her torso and back from Stormblood, Shadowbringers, and Endwalker.

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Her father lives in Hingashi and is a wealthy warlord, while her mother died fighting for Doma during the first Garlean invasion. Siblings: One brother named Kazuya. Grandparents: Mother's side are dead, father's side are... not great. In-laws and Other: Kazuya is ~single~ Pets: Momoko (chocobo), Saran (yol), and Ronin (amaro).

— S K I L L S

Abilities: SAM / SGE / PLD main (also very good at SUM, WHM, and BRD and is going to be switching to BRD for DPS main in Dawntrail :3c) Hobbies: Traveling, reading, journaling, sketching, meeting new people.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Loves deeply and selfless to a fault. Most Negative Trait: Self sacrificing, stubborn.

— L I K E S

Colors: Red. Smells: The sea, sakura flowers, sesame oil, campfires, fresh rice, kimchi, books. Textures: Embroidery on silk, a specific kind of blanket made in Hingashi, flower petals, onsen water. Drinks: Fruity wine, juices, cold spring water.

— O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Nah. Drinks: Drinks socially, but doesn't like to be drunk. Drugs: Nah Mount Issuance: Most often rides her amaro in the First, and her Yol in the Source. Been Arrested: Well, there was that time she got accused of regicide...

got tagged by @ardberts (ty!!!)

gonna tag @impossible-rat-babies, @coldvampire, @whynotsableye, @ottobooty aaaaand thats it for now jkfdsl

[vaishino]

@ottobooty tagged me in this quiz!

I am gonna tag: @fyerspoststorage @moxpunk @zolfjkimbley and @pennabeast (congrats on being done with finals!)

[sebille]

@ottobooty right??

And it's HUGE