#rotating like the most beautiful rotisserie chicken ever

[aethernoise]

After the Dawntrail graphic update nerfed Alyx, I used fantasia to change a few features and Cope, basically. Over the last month I'd gotten used to her new face - even come to like it - until I'd get into gpose and try to capture her like I used to. None of the angles and shapes were the same anymore. I'd look at screenshots from weeks prior and feel utterly despondent that the face I knew for almost 10 years was just GONE.

While the actual feature shapes definitely changed (some due to new facial bones, some are just. completely nonsensical choices) I realized through close scrutiny that a lot of the difference was due to the lack of definition in the skin texture. I can't 3D sculpt, but I CAN paint, so I finally took matters into my own hands and manually edited the highlander face 1 diffuse in Procreate. I basically added shadows where they had removed them, and drew in what feels like a brand new version of the old iconic upper lip.

The eyeshadow is still a little funky up close, but I'm literally so relieved and happy I could cry. I almost did last night when I first imported the texture.

She's back. A little bit different, but she looks like herself again. She's back. WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK.

[otaku-tactician]

Lips Sparked with Passion

Greatly feared for his ability to reduce countless people to writhing masses of sexual desire, most beings submit wholly to King Asmodeus’ power- yet you were completely immune to the sexual side of his lust, nonplussed by his nature.

Asmodeus doesn’t mind.

Further intrigued by the passions you bury deep within; he engages you within the fruitful art of conversation instead, yearning to listen to your words.

SFW ficlet, Gender Neutral Character x WHB Asmodeus (no smut)

TW: Visceral imagery concerning his aura, mentions his sex powers (no sex though), POV Second Person. 

AO3 link here!

Able to succumb even the staunchest of minds within his never-ending, all-consuming lustful fervour; not many could overcome the Most Dreaded Devil King’s indomitable aura, and yet here you stand- gaze unenthused. 

Drowning within the decadent, golden cloud-like streaked walls of Asmodeus’ overpowering russet red and yellowing walls; you simply stare back at the Demon King- mostly unperturbed. 

Sure, his stance is deadly- intimidating, even- primal energy leaking from every pore in a way that’d have even the most fearless of souls quivering- but his aphrodisiac stench also evokes a sensation of rotting, decay- like the age-old perfumes of a wilting flower... 

In other words, it wasn’t really your thing. 

Nor was sex, the activity not exactly reigning strong in your list of interests.  

Sure, you experienced passion and desire for hobbies, goals, relationships and dreams just like anybody else- sex was just simply not a part of that list though, and that was okay. 

Aware of this, Asmodeus’ wine-red eyes simmer with pure interest, just as excited to delve deeply into the cogs that powered your soul; eager to engage with the passions that drive you, fascinated by what interests set you alight. 

Whether it’s via the sexual arts, or by the art of conversation- both experiences serve as a vital way for him to delve into the hearts and minds of others; as an indispensable means of relishing wholly within the intensity of others’ desires and emotions. 

 Both variations of passion were of an equal worth to the king. 

Both forms elicit fluttering butterflies within his thirsting chest, desperate for more. 

Interested in all that everyone had to offer; Asmodeus is hungering, salivating, CRAVING for interaction- to dominate the entirety of what keeps souls burning bright, tongue winding amorously over even the darkest of secrets. 

He greatly admires the words that spill from every existence's uneasy breaths; and yours will be next, his back delighting within a delectable electric thrill.  

With that in mind, his sultry words- bursting at the seams with wit and candour- prod at your mind, peeling the layers away; bit-by liberating bit.

Words unsullied by judgement, he simply observes- rotating you like a rotisserie chicken within his deeply inquisitive mind. 

It’s strange- you should feel scared, feel frightened by such an overpowering, dour aura- that leaks from every step he takes forth; his glistening lips spread so wide with glee- and yet the idea of letting deeply buried thoughts and feelings fly free sparks something mighty within you. 

The Devil King’s passion ignites the dam concealing your words, speech bursting forth like a tidal wave. 

And as you speak, words tripping and dancing over all kinds of experiences within your life; jumping into beautiful, sun-kissed pools- filled with things that keep you going every day- jiving with dreams that you’d dared not tell anyone- Asmodeus simply listens to all you want to say, eyes fluttering in a way that feels close, intimate. 

Almost as if he understands. 

As if he knows all there is to know, no topic too ‘weird’ or ‘unsightly’ for the likes of him. 

Being the first to witness such words, the first to claim such a sentimental heart-to-heart- it does many things to Asmodeus; drenching him within deeply fastidious flames, as he pores over every single syllable, pulse racing at every breath that spills from your lips. 

And as those sharp, lacquered claws fasten against brimming emotions; that threaten to explode in your chest, the words ceaselessly tumble out of your mouth- it's a flash flood of conversation. 

A torrid downpour of endless feelings and desires all rush forth from loose lips- your mouth is unstoppable; all thoughts unshackled before his luscious gaze. 

It’s all too much- the way your words leap towards the skies- drinking in the unanimous warmth of the sun- the way your heart squeezes from such rapturous release, able to express yourself freely and openly; the way in which he hums a deeply soothing tune as his smirk unlocks the treasures within, evoking a feeling of almost coming home- 

One thing is clear. 

His abilities were boundless, able to emphasise with all cravings that were to exist within this mortal plane. 

Unsullied by judgement, no spoken words would be callously destroyed here. 

Lips sparking with passion; your words would be safe here. 

[quazarshark]

1, 2, 19

Your first OC ever?

I think her name was "dragon lady", she existed roughly from when I was 6 to when I was 10. She had long beautiful hair and armour made of scales and rode on a black unicorn with dragon wings. Y'know, the usual stuff. She was "the guardian of the dragons" or something and would speak for them in times of trouble (cuz y'know, dragons struggle to speak with humans, being dragons and all and definitely not subconscious expressions of being an autistic kid).

The oldest still-existing OC I have is Teera, who is based on the personality I gave a big tiger plushie I got when I was 9 (and still have!) :3

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

This is a hard question!!! I think like many people I go through phases of obsessing over a small handful of blorbos. I think at the moment it's James the zombie guy, the infraflux crimers (Effa, Mr/tree, Carousel the deer guy, others I haven't drawn yet), and by necessity Quentin the centaur sorcerer, who I'm going to be playing in a D&D game starting in a few weeks so I've been rotating him in my mind like a rotisserie chicken.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

I feel like I'm in a weird OC crisis/revolution phase rn where en masse a lot of my older OCs and the stories they connect to are starting to lose brainspace in my head, and just aren't as interesting to me any more... Of that old stuff though for some reason Looplock is still really meaningful to me??

I don't know why, honestly. He's an incredibly generic character when you get down to it; just a softboy bird wizard with a tragic backstory who tries to be kind in a harsh world. Maybe that's why he's stuck with me though: He's such a gooey soft center compared to how prickly most of my other OCs are.

He seems to be archetypal of something I see a lot of other OC creators do, where they give a character pain and trauma, which leads directly to feeling affectionate and protective of the OC, which is perfectly fine and valid but really not something I relate to EXCEPT in the case of Looplock. He's my precious little skrunkly and I just want to hold him and tell him he's doing okay.

[highfaelucien]

Nesta/Az/Cassian for the ship thingy???👀🥺 we were deprived of their domesticity in the House of Wind

Pairings done so far: Luzriel

send me a pairing and I’ll give you some headcanons

falls asleep on the couch

-Honestly all of them. Azriel frequently finds Cassian and Nesta slumped naked on the couch after they had sex and then fell asleep afterwards. He makes a very miffed comment about them having fun without him. Cassian opens up a wing to invite him to join them, while Nesta sleepily flips him off. He acknowledges this is Nesta speak for the same thing.

-Cassian can absolutely sleep anywhere. In any conditions. The couch is absolute the least weird place Az and Nesta have found him napping in the townhouse.

-Nesta is guilty of staying up reading a really good book and then passing out. When Cassian finds her he flips to the end of the book and reads loudly from it to wake her up (though he doesn't ACTUALLY do this because she WILL kill him for spoiling her. So he makes up his own ending). Azriel, who is polite, picks up her book, marks the page for her, and takes her to bed.

-Azriel passes out, less likely on the couch, more so on his desk, working himself until he literally fades into unconsciousness. Nesta will deadass return the favour and pick him up and take him to bed. Where she will then grumpily sit on him so that when he wakes up he finds a tiny angry fae sitting on his chest glowering at him threateningly and telling him it is time to SLEEP. Azriel is a smart man so he doesn't budge. Cassian will ALSO carry him to bed when he finds him because Mother knows he needs it.

-Occasionally Cassian also finds Nesta and Azriel fallen asleep together on the couch after reading the same book together and having a lil book club over it. He fakes a HUGE tantrum over this because how COULD you do this without me!? you KNOW snuggles are my favourite thing ever!?!!?!?!?!?

makes friends with the neighbors

Cassian. Absolutely. The second they move in. And he puts in all of the 'friend making effort'. Azriel is a painful introvert and does not want to do this, but he's polite so he hovers awkwardly beside Cassian as he happily introduces himself.

Nesta stays inside and unpacks doing "something actually useful" as she pointedly yells at Cassian.

Cassian takes advantage of her absence to spin a long and boastful story to the neighbours about his dear wife Nesta. When he met her she had been cursed to just be the most hideous looking creature in existence. And you might think she'd have a good personality to balance that out? The sweetness of an angel, the most incredible kindness and generosity. Well you'd be WRONG. She's a monster. But I was patient and majestic, and I took care of her and cured her curse and- oh hello sweetheart.

As Nesta marches out of the house and GLOWERS at him then frogmarches him back inside. The neighbours are quite sure they will never see him alive again. Azriel is left standing alone outside. Gives an awkward little nod and tells them if they need anything to just let them know. Then he melts back into the house to prevent a murder.

is the adventurous eater

Cassian will eat legitimately anything. And there are very few things he doesn't like? but the things he doesn't like he dislikes VERY VIOLENTLY. If you attempt to feed this man peanut butter he will make your life miserable forEVER. He also likes to experiment in the kitchen.

Nesta is very much. She likes what she likes and she has no interest in adding to that. She's perfectly happy. She will make the effort and try things that Cassian specifically makes because she knows it's important to him. but she goes into it like she's headed to the gallows each time and as long as she takes a little bit that's fine. Nesta doesn't like new things or change in her established existence.

Azriel has a very discerning palatte. He can subsist on soldier's rations. But he's absolutely the obnoxious foodie of the group, surprisingly so to people who don't know him. Cassian considers it a Great Personal Achievement if, when he puts the first mouthful of food into his mouth, Azriel smiles.

hogs the covers at night

NESTA. She sleeps in between the two Illyrians, and no-one have any idea HOW but every night she manages to cocoon herself in blankets. Cassian has described her, lovingly, as his "little rotisserie chicken" assuming that she just...rotates and pulls the blankets in around her with every turn. Cassian and Az doesn't really mind, they have wings, and body heat, and have slept in far worse places. It amuses them.

forgets to do the dishes

Nesta. Azriel and Cassian both have that 'hyper neat military discipline' thing and they both get antsy if their spaces aren't clean. On very rare occasions Az will sometimes leave like the occasional tea cup or plate lying around and Cassian will take that as a cue to go and check in on him because he must be really distracted/bothered by something for that to happen.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Cassian does the surprising. Most of them involve nakedness and rose petals. He also occasionally does ridiculous things like hiring a band to follow Nesta around the city all day and sing a song of how much he loves her. Buys an enormous teddy bear for Azriel so he has someone to hold him while Cassian is at the camps - because sweet Nesta won't (sweet Nesta elbows him)

Azriel does like big important anniversary/birthday and they're always incredibly intricately planned and thoughtful.

Nesta and Cassian both tag-team Azriel for special occasions and force him to take some time for himself and they just make him do all of his favourite things and it's Wholesome.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Nesta, mainly, because again Cassian and Azriel are neat freaks. However, Cassian will take credit for doing this when he's stripping one or both of his partners for sex.

stays up til 2 AM reading

All of them, actually. Cassian far less frequently than the other two. Az does this literally every day until Nesta legitimately picks him up and carries him to bed. Cassian assists by whipping the remaining report paper out of his hands as they come in. Azriel grumbles about them fussing over him like a pair of mother wyverns. Nesta pointedly tells him he needs it and Cass agrees.

Sometimes Azriel returns to the favour with Nesta. Or he TRIES to. But he approaches and she just raises a finger, without looking up, and growls at him. Cassian claps a hand on his shoulder and tells him to just let her finish her book. He doesn't want to have to start writing that eulogy just yet.

sings in the shower

Cassian sings very very loudly. It is not good. He does it anyway. And he dances. Even when he's joined in the shower by his partners.

Azriel sings, but only when he's alone. Or with Nesta. She is allowed to hear, but only if she sings with him. It's quiet, and beautiful, and one of their bonding moments.

takes the selfies

Cassian. Frequently. Nesta is very changeable. Sometimes she likes it and poses with him. Other times he just gets a palm in his face and a rude gesture.

Azriel always point blank refuses to have pictures taken.

plans date night

Azriel usually manages it, Nesta is his co-planner. They both like things ordered, and controlled, and to know what's happened.

They let Cassian plan once and never again. for the general of the Night Court armies he's fucking terrible at managing restaurant bookings.