#skunk lmao

[catcze]

NO BC LISTEN.

WIRO REACTING TO HIS CRUSH/LOVER WEARING A SUIT. LIKE IT FITS THEIR FRAME SO PERFECTLY AND SNUGLY AND WDYM “WHY IS HE LOOKING” OFC HE’S LOOKING LIKE HELLO???

I can’t tell if he would shameless let his eyes roam or would avoid looking at them KDIDKSKSK WIRO BRAINROT IS SO REALL

KAJNSDSA BROOO OMG okokokok something along the lines but 👀

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

You're fiddling with the cuffs of your suit as you exit the changing room, a frown on your face. You're nervous— of course you are! It's not often that you're invited to a high-profile, black-tie event like this, and you'd rather not stick out like a sore thumb.

Wriothesley, who sits comfortably in a plush armchair, has been invited before though. But time and time again he's turned down the invites with some of the most ludicrous excuses. 'A monster is attacking the fortress' is one of his most used ones, closely followed by 'a bird shat on the shoulder of my suit.' But you wonder why he's accepted this time, despite his distaste for the limelight. Well, you shrug, pocketing the thought for later. At least you won't be going alone.

"What do you think?" You pose the question to him, still frowning as you look down at yourself. Did you look okay? Was the fit alright? Did this color wash you out? You had splurged on this (well. Wriothesley splurged on this, technically. He had said it's a gift) and had the suit custom-done, so it should fit your measurements to an exact, but... you frown, not able to shake off the nerves.

And it doesn't help that Wriothesley hasn't said anything since you've stepped out, either. Merely stares at you, eyes roaming your figure. Even at your question, he acts like he hadn't even heard it. Does the suit look that bad?

"Wrio?"

That seems to reach him, and he blinks, finally registering that he's been staring at you— and that you've begun to stare back.

"Oh, uh. Yeah, it looks nice on you. The tailor did a very good job," he says, glancing away, hoping you don't see the red tinge to his cheeks or his ears.

"Really?" You ask, evaluating yourself in the mirror with a frown. "I don't know. I feel like I look like a mess."

"if you look like a mess, then I dread to think what I look like," he says, glancing at you for a second, getting an eyeful of you in that damn good suit, and feels his mouth dry up again. Wriothesley turns his eyes to the corner of the room, finding the fake palm plant there incredibly interesting. Barely more interesting than you. In that very flattering suit. It emphasizes your body very well, he thinks. Makes him see just enough of you while still leaving some to the imagination. And the color you chose for it... red and black, to match what he'll wear, you said. He sighs, troubled, because just the mere memory of it has his heart racing and his palms sweating.

You keep criticizing your reflection for a while longer, and it takes just enough time for Wriothesley to work up the self-control to look your way. "You look good," he says at last. Then clears his throat. His face feels hot. "Better than good, even. You don't have anything to worry about, I promise."

It placates you, because you finally give your own reflection a rest. You back away from the mirror, humming. "If you say so. Thank you, Wrio," you tell him, flashing him a small, shy smile just before you back up into the changing room once more to take it off.

Once you're out of the vicinity, Wriothesley drops his head into his palms, groaning softly.

if he's this much of a mess around you at a fitting, he wonders how much of a fool he could make himself at the actual event.

[lwiann]

How old do you hc Enver and your Durge as and how tall? Do you have any really random, off the wall hcs you could share? Any soft domestic ones?

Your art is amazing and helped get me into durgetash and into the bg3 fandom on here so thank you for that :]

a little nsfw but here is a thing ive done for them

Gortash is in his 40s to me.

My durge, Vanh, he has no set age but I hc him to be older than Gortash. This is because despite appearing human, as a Bhaalspawn, he just ages very weird. Aging like an elf is the best way I can describe it.

Vanh is 5'10" / 177cm but he's got a pretty intimidating stance due to his build. Gortash is like 1 or 2 inches taller than him and it always surprises him to notice it because it does not seem like that at all. (he kinda hates that he's taller than him lol.)

hcs:

They know each other's bodies well. Gortash always needs to keep his hands occupied so it often lingers on Vanh's back or shoulders or neck. Not necessarily romantic or sexual in nature. It just has to be there.

Vanh finds himself caring for and memorizing Gortash's schedules.

Vanh never talked much until Gortash and Gortash was very surprised slash amused to find out how much of a chatterbox he is. Vanh loves gossiping! He can waste so much of Gortash's time just by gossiping about the people of Baldur's Gate. All they do is talk shit about everyone and act like theyre the greatest creatures in existence. LOL

They love seeing each other work their skill of expertise. (tinkering, murder, surgery, etc.)

There are late nights when Vanh would climb up Gortash's window so silently, like a wind passing through, sneak onto his bed and just hug Gortash from behind when they sleep. They never really know what to describe it nor do they talk about it the next day.

[skunkes]

que rico el gordo tetón conchesumadre del al(fonso?) uniforme de ñoño gamer y parece lencería que talento

[potionio]

SKUNK GIRL 2.0

[high-quality-tiktoks]

I caved this time😅

[magpiedraws]

More art fight backlog - Some quick last minute sketch attacks I made for some friends in my dnd group, testing out some new brushes that I really like the feel of

Cory for @luraharenose and Frank for @arcticfox98

[sempiternal-peculiarity]

Awww they like their new toy🥹

[good-wine-and-cheese]

Gambling Apocalypse Tenma AU

As I rewatch Kaiji I inevitably end up wanting to combine show I like with other show I like and stuffing fav characters into show. So here we are.

This was uh going to be a short summary type thing but I accidentally wrote a novella about it sorry

This AU starts off with a much more depressive Tenma. After Tobio's death, rather than immediately pour his grief into developing a robot version of his son, he recedes into himself, psychologically paralyzed, likely turning to alcohol to drown out his anguish.

His mental state is taken as an opportunity within the Ministry of Science to have him ejected from his position; Tenma was never the most well-liked director, and there were those with ambition to usurp him that would jump at the chance. Not that he especially cares in his state.

He's eventually dragged out of his stagnation by Ochanomizu - who, inadvertently, becomes the very catalyst pushing Tenma to develop a robot replacement to his child. This was not what he meant by encouraging Tenma to fill the void left by his son.

...But, well, he is no longer the director of the Ministry of Science. His access to limitless government funds and resources for "scientific research" has been cut off, and this is a project he cannot finance on his own. He can't ask Ochanomizu for help, but...interestingly...a representative of a certain shady organization known as the Teiai Corporation reaches out to him, offering to finance and support his project. A sane and well-minded Tenma might think better of it, but grieving and desperate, Tenma accepts their offer and is able to create a robot in the image of his beloved Tobio. For a while, there's joy in his life.

But the bill, as ever, comes due: Tenma must pay up, and the very resources that had been at his disposal will certainly ensure that he will, or else. Of course, he doesn't have the money; instead, he is given a choice. He can relinquish the robot Tobio in order to wipe out his debt - the child is a sophisticated and powerful robot, after all - or he can participate in a certain illicit event hosted by the Teiai Corporation.

It's nothing major...just a four-hour gambling cruise with a collection of desperate, damned souls that were also swept into debt with Teiai. The conditions are simple: Those who choose to participate are given a chance to clear their debts wholesale should they win. And should they lose...?

Well...no one really knows what happens to the losers seized by Teiai. It's said that they labour away their debts under Teiai's watchful eye and are freed once their work has covered their debts, though it's rumoured that most perish before they reclaim freedom.

There's only one answer Tenma can give, of course; he's not willing to lose Tobio again.

Thus is Tenma's debut into the Gambling Apocalypse, where he must become cutthroat in order to survive; if he wants to see his son again, he must make choices that will doom the hapless to miserable servitude, with a nonzero chance it ends in their death.

He survives the cruise, but of course, it was hardly enough to clear his debt; the cruise was never going to be the end of it. Teiai doesn't let go of its victims that easily. He will be called on again: this is a weight that hangs over him, all while he returns to his son Tobio. The same hands that have pushed innocents into hell must now be the hands that can embrace his child.

He wants to protect Tobio from the truth and enjoy what peaceful moments he's allowed with his son, but it's difficult. It's difficult to be the parent of a child who cannot understand the danger that looms ahead; this "happy" home is not to last. Tenma angers quickly and easily. He turns that anger onto Tobio.

As Teiai's games become more and more vicious and unrelenting, as his conscience holds onto the last vestiges of thread that remain, Tenma even threatens, once, to give the boy in: it would all end, then; the debt would be clear and no longer would he have to endure Tobio's childish annoyances, his ungratefulness.

The next time that Tenma is beckoned, Tobio takes matters into his own hands. He does understand, now; and he would have, if only Tenma had bothered to explain sooner. If it's a debt that needs clearing, he will work. He will help his father clear his debts however he can. Of course, it's difficult to find work as a child; but a circus troupe finds amusement in the idea of a child robot, and takes him in. He is whisked into a certainly unpleasant working situation, but he remembers his father, and what he must be enduring. Tobio, also, will endure.

When Tenma returns, Tobio is gone.

All that held Tenma back from becoming something monstrous has disappeared. All that kept him going has disappeared. When he is called upon by Teiai, there is no knowing what sort of person might come out the other end; whether a monster clawing his way to freedom regardless of what actions he must take, or a desolate husk surrendering defeat.

There is still a light, however dim: Found by Professor Ochanomizu and rescued from the circus, Tobio - now Atom - is able to shed light on the situation which Tenma took great pains to keep hidden from his old friend. With time running out, Ochanomizu and Atom must do what they can to save Tenma - from Teiai, and from himself.

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UHHH and that's a wrap!!!! I couldn't quite decide which way Tenma would go after hitting Rock Bottom in this AU, and tbh it would really depend on the kind of mental state he's in at the time. On the one hand I like the narrative of Ochanomizu and Tobio racing to prevent Tenma from crossing a line (actual outright murder probably) - or having to pull him back into humanity (and yknow, his ensuing penance)

But on the other hand having him get sent to Teiai Evil Hell Prison would be interesting because a) there's a lot of narrative potential having Tenma faced with what Teiai is doing with the people that lose the games and b) need him to decimate the foreman at chinchirorin Kaiji style

Tenma's whole character is definitely a much different guy in this AU, he starts off pretty sympathetic, the guy you wanna root for, he just ends up having an inverse character arc where he gets worse instead of better. His conflict with "Tobio" is also kind of reversed, less about being unsatisfied with Tobio as a son and more not being able to handle the fact that he probably has intense PTSD now and isnt capable of coping with it in a way conducive to being a parent (or like, coping at all)

Anyway that's gambling apocalypse tenma!!!

[moonlight-stones]

world's first mobster to :3

[le-jardin-inculte]

a nosy jackal got skunked* by the striped polecat last night 😂

* I know it's a mustelid, but look, if it looks like a skunk and sprays like a skunk...

source: NamibiaCam

[floofygeck]

Throwback to that time I fucked around and found out too much on the funni robot site 💀💀💀💀💀😔😔😔😔

[jaminthoseanimals]

The jamblr community is like not massive so ever so occasionally I'll be scrolling through another jamblr blog and I'll see my own post. Flashbang. Like oh shit that's me what

[skunkes]

are you okay with people taking inspiration from your art style?

inspiration yes! I have some mutuals that have taken insp from little aspects of my style (and vice versa) i think "stealing" (AND OSMOSING) is how ive cobbled together my own art style. but the important part is the osmosing and integrating into your own style and not just directly stealing and emulating specifics to look exactly like mine its so scary 😭 my personhood....

i wldnt even mind doing studies or such (as long as credited) as long as u eventually Osmose....dis happened to me a few yrs ago, i took heavy inspo from a creator who approached me abt it and i had to of course apologize and then also explain that i wasnt coming for their personhood, but just exploring for a few drawings (which was true! + they appreciated dis clarification)

[mvltiversed]

of course, this happens the one time Marty isn't watching over his laboratory. which, in this case, happens to be the garage of 1640 Riverside drive. sure, he had a dog, but all the times he's tried to train Einie as a guard dog had turned out to be less than fruitful.

he found the traps all disabled---the only other person who'd ever been smart bold enough to do that was Marty Mcfly. he'd been more impressed, than disappointed, back then. and that's how he was (mostly) feeling now---with maybe a hint of annoyance.

doc didn't bother digging the key out of the lock; he simply reached through the (broken) side door window to the door handle---wincing as he stepped through the threshold covered with glass. he caught a whiff of blue raspberry lemonade----mind immediately went racing with the thought---did i buy Marty that flavor of candy? he surveys the trap that was dismantled next to the door, letting out a tutting sound. he absently reached out to pet Einstein, the sheepdog, when he heard him pad over to him. ❝ its okay, einie. I didn't expect anyone to break in---looks like I'll have to make these a touch more difficult, hm? ❞

something catches his eye, then, as he looks up; he sees a kid, @will3nd --- must be the person who got past the traps. ❝ candy drawer is in the dresser above the dog bowl. and you're cleaning up the glass you broke. ❞

[angelhummel]

someone did gleeple as pokemon a while back so i did the same with neopets 💖

[archmagealli]

THIS IS THE BIG POST OF ALL MY FURSONA'S CURRENT MAIN FORMS, EXPECT IT TO UPDATE OVER TIME.

Also don't feel like ya gotta have the same clothes all the time, all the different outfits on each reference are to show that I have a varied fashion sense.