#they're all very rough

[anarchswild]

There we have it, the extended coterie + multiple guests in their Masquerade Elysium outfits! They all had a (mostly) fun night, and several of them will be waking up with leftover Vicissitude to undo.

Never let me convince you that I can do a 10 character costume design project with a time limit ever again.

[5ftboy]

"I've been afraid all of my life. And you guys are really, really kind. There's no part of you that'll feel like you're just dragging me around?" "[We're] all going to do stuff the others don't like from time to time... But that's what best friends are for. We'll work through whatever we have to."

[voidshrub]

None of you can convince me that Spy didn't come clean to Scout at some point about being his dad and them having a rollercoaster of rough patches and relationship fixing thoughout the years until they ended up happy with each other doing father-son activities to catch up with stolen time and the only reason Spy didn't tell Tanya that he's her grandpa is because he's still WORKING as a SPY he still had his BALACLAVA ON entering Jeremy's house and he wants to keep his grandchildren SAFE YOU CAN'T TELL ME JEREMY DOESN'T KNOW YOU CAN'T YOU CANNOT I WILL CRY A THOUSAND THOUSAND TEARS FOREVER AND EVER LET ME HAVE THIS ON MY KNEES SHAKING AND PLEADING

[krysmcscience]

Saw this post and couldn't resist because,

1.) @tesscourtes' human!Bill is a lil cutie-patootie menace that I very badly wanted to draw, and,

2.) I have a - M I G H T Y - N E E D - for any version of human!Bill to find any way he possibly can to annoy Ford a whole lot :D

Also, 3.) I like to headcanon that Bill's knowledge in The Sciences is mostly limited to 'Ways I Can Make A Really Cool Doomsday Portal', and everything else he knows is just a slapdash mix of the stuff he remembers from whatever schooling he went through on Euclydia, a whole awful lot of lucky guesses (which he WILL gaslight you about if you tell him he's wrong), and - naturally - conning all the rest of the answers he needs out of any more educated saps who are unfortunate enough to be around him at the time (answers which he will then proceed to take credit for), so as far as I'm concerned, this "outfit" is perfect for him.

Ignore the shitty backgrounds, I am sick to death of doing backgrounds, I just want to draw goofy shenanigans, okay???

[dustykneed]

(tsfs feels anyone? fanart below.)

You've been in his head.

But he says, never faltering, the words,

"I choose the danger."

It is in that moment that you understand:

He could never, would never,

Has never hated you.

Now you realize:

this is what humans refer to as love.

[sorryimlattte]

i wrote the hottest pwp sanzo fic in my head during my afternoon almost-nap

[thegreatyin]

behold: the ultimate sketchy yin art antics. now featuring the scoundrel's final form (a bat having an existential crisis)

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[sysig]

Betty’s Wish (1/?) (Patreon)

It’s definitely weird that Betty, with all her Magical abilities, never met a Wishmaster, right? I think so

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[somegrumpynerd]

Y'know how people keep saying Nightmare is super old and probably has a billion hobbies he filled the time with? Do you think one of them is painting?

I wanna see him set up a little easel in his office and start painting a landscape or something, but his boys keep coming in and going "whoa, are you painting??" and then sitting down to watch. It's kind of unnerving to have an audience so he just starts casually explaining how he got started painting and what he learned and all that. The boys are absolutely transfixed and they're being so quiet it's weird, but also everybody's so calm - Killer's soul is almost still, Cross isn't standing or sitting at perfect attention for once, etc. They all want him to hang the painting up when it's done and the attention is so unexpected and strange (but not bad).

[eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r]

Rambling About New Pork City

This is just a long series of ideas for how I envision New Pork City's layout (mostly from planning for my Minecraft build)

My vision differs a lot from the layout in the game, since that's only a 2D representation of the city, and there's probably a lot we don't see So I want my version of it to fit in a 3D environment, while also having some extra worldbuilding for flavour ^^

So something I've seen debated a few times is where exactly NPC actually is! In the game, we only reach it through a flying limousine, so we don't get any sense of where we've actually gone. It's not marked on the map, and there's not really any strong clues in the city itself to suggest where it's located. (early in development, it was actually gonna be New Pork Island, which is interesting) Personally, I recently started liking the idea that it's actually located in the Death Desert! It's mysteriously blocked off after the timeskip, the only area in the game we can't return to Plus, it's situated right over the 7th Needle, which Fassad presumably lived nearby (like the other Magi), while his floor in the Empire Porky Building is decorated to look like a desert. There's obviously nothing concrete, but that's where I place it in my mind!

So let's start at the earliest point in the timeline of NPC's development: Porky first arrives in the Nowhere Islands, around the vicinity of Locria's house. They meet, exchange ideas, etc, Porky sways him to his side. Soon after, he starts pulling in his armies and all the people who will form his empire. At the site of his arrival, the Pigmasks begin construction of some very basic buildings. Simple things like barracks, armories, the very first labs, etc. Really just a small compound built around Fassad's house while the empire starts.

Over time, more and more buildings were added to this spot, expanding upwards and forming a chaotic, mountainous "city," the Pigmask's capital. This is still at the beginning of the Pigmasks' expansion into the Islands, so everything is very shoddy and crude, purely functional and with none of the sophistication of their later structures. (Fassad's house is airlifted out and temporarily relocated elsewhere).

During the 3 years following the third chapter of the game, as the Pigmasks solidly establish their presence across the Islands, the King deems the old city to be unfit for the grandeur of his empire. As such, the entire city is buried under a mountain of dirt and concrete, to serve as the foundation for the brand new capital of the Nowhere Islands. A shaft is dug from the base of the mountain to its summit, and an elevator is installed to allow for quick travel to the future city.

3 years after the Pigmasks' arrival in Tazmily Village, New Pork City is finally completed (mostly). It sits on top of the buried husk of the old city, which can still be accessed through several points (the sewers and the MT Apartments are both parts of the old city). A section of the highway leads to the main elevator (now incorporated into the Empire Porky Building, and later into the caves underneath the desert), where newcomers from Tazmily can enter the city. The city itself also contains a landing pad for Porky's private limousine, but this is reserved just for him and his special guest.

The city is arranged so that all the most interesting sights are oriented towards the landing pad, providing the King's guests with the best possible first impression of his empire's capital. Though it's largely a monument to himself, it was also Porky's express desire that New Pork City be the perfect utopia for his special guest, with everything he could possibly dream of.

The entrance to the Empire Porky Building sits at the top of the city, but parts of the building actually extend downwards into the ground, connecting it to the main elevator shaft, which the building sits centered directly on top of. The rest of the city spirals down from the building's entrance, built into and around the mountain's summit. Most of the city is just wooden cutouts of course (including the seemingly-larger city in the background), and as said above, they're all pointed to face towards the limousine pad. As such, the city's entire facade falls apart once one starts to make their way upwards to the top level and passes behind all of the false buildings on their way. Most of these are also placed to cover up the uglier parts of the city, dumpsters and grimy service doors, etc.

Few random things to finish up: There's speakers all over the city constantly blaring music (Porky can also take control of these if he wishes). Heck, they probably have things pumping smells into the streets like Disneyland. Pretty constant rains of confetti, too. Porky snatched a bunch of old-world things from all over the place and scattered them around the city to fill up empty space, hence why there's so many random objects placed everywhere (like the greek pillars, the masks, etc. did that christmas tree belong to someone). He told the Pigmasks to go uproot the coolest tree they could find so he could incorporate it into the city and finally have the world's coolest treehouse. Honestly idk what he was thinking with the Rollercoaster that Just Kills You

So yeah, that's all the stuff I have in my head about New Pork City, minus all the stuff specific to my interpretation of Porky's characterization (which'll be it's own post... some day...) :D And this sort of shows how I wanna go about designing it in Minecraft... still going slow, but it's going! I've figured out a style i think works, and I've figured out a rough idea of how I wanna scale it ^^

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

Thank god Sasha was confirmed bisexual, otherwise people would hc her as lesbian solely and exclusively because she's kind of a bitch.

[queerofthedagger]

my 'hey yes we have an all-consuming brainrot going but let's try and do something actually productive this week that I'm having off of work' project is sorting through my bookshelves, rigorously throwing things out (little miss I own over a thousand books in my one-room apartment is reaching the breaking point aka I'm finally and utterly running out of space) and i think i threw out almost a hundred books today and it's still not anywhere close for sorting shelves by genre without having to stack and put things second row. how am I supposed to live like this

[aceghostsarchive]

2, 12, 22 and 32 from the fifty (more) rook questions pls!

Thank you for sending these in! I had fun diving into some of the scenes.

fifty (more) questions for rook

A scene from Rook’s year with Varric and Lace:

“Aren’t you a good boy?” Zalan praises, scratching the chestnut mabari behind his ear. He confidently barks, sticking his chest out proudly; He is a good boy. Behind them, someone giggles. “Didn’t know you were such a fan of mabari,” Harding says, as Zalan stands up. The mabari leans against their leg, begging for more pets, and Zalan rubs his head. “They’re good dogs. I know a few wardens at Weisshaupt who had them.” Dogs were loyal, faithful creatures, but mabaris were different. The ones they met at Weisshaupt were utterly loyal and devoted to their owners; always by their side through thick and thin. It wasn’t unheard of for a mabari to follow their warden into the deep roads when the calling came. “I always wanted one since I was a kid.” Kind of like the Hero of Ferelden or other wardens of legend.

“Really?” Zalan nods as Harding asks, “How come you never had one? Was it because of the circle? Zalan tenses; an adopted qunari in the Anderfels was definitely not going to have a mabari. It would have drawn too much attention, and they already drew too much attention as a lone qunari, trying to hide their magic. The mabari gently nudges his head against Zalan’s hand, and they swallow, playing off the bitter memory. “Couldn’t have one because it was too cold. I grew up in the mountains of the Anderfels; a mabari wouldn’t do well there.” The only dogs Zalan grew up around were livestock guardian dogs with thick fur so white that they almost seemed to blend into the snow. “And every time a mabari became available at Weisshaupt, I was out in the field. What about you? You're Ferelden; you must have had one.” Before she can answer, Varric steps out of the Tavern. “Got our next lead on Chuckles;” He smirks as his eyes settle on the mabari, “Recruiting a new team member, Rook?” Smirking back at Varric, they tease, “We already decided that he’s getting your bed roll and rations.” Varric laughs. “You sure about that? Seems like the type of dog to kick you out of your own bed roll.” The mabari barks affirmatively, and the three let out a laugh. “Come on, we have to go.” Zalan gives the mabari a final scratch behind the ear, “You be good, okay?” The mabari whines, almost as if he’s sad to see them go. As they follow Varric and Harding, Zalan casts one final backward glance towards the mabari, who wags his tail as he locks eyes with Zalan. “After we stop Solas,” Harding says, falling into step with Zalan, “You should come with me to Ferelden; we’ll get you a real mabari.” They break out into a wide grin. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

(That definitely doesn't hurt considering what happens to Harding in my playthrough. 😭)

An argument between Rook and their LI(s):

(Context: I imagine this takes place before Zalan and Emmrich actually get together.)

“Bellara, you think you can get that Artifact working?” She nods, a determined glint in her eye. “I can do it. Someone will need to distract the guardian; I won't be able to fix the artifact with it attacking.” That’s all Zalan needs to hear. “Emmrich, go with Bellara. You watch her back if anyone tries to sneak up on her while she’s fixing it.” “And you are?” Emmrich asks, a hint of anxiety in his voice. “Playing the distraction.” Not the first time they’ve played the distraction, and certainly not the last. As they go to vault themself over the wall, Emmrich grabs their right wrist, pulling them back down into a crouch. “Are you certain that’s the best course of action?” They’re touched by the concern in his voice, but this plan will work; Zalan knows it. If the large guardian is focused on them, it won’t be aiming for Bellara, and they can’t risk anyone getting to her while she’s working. “We should-.” “No,” Zalan replies curtly, “I can do this. Trust me.” Does he not trust them to do this? “It’s not a matter of trust, but rather getting yourself killed. You cannot face it on your-.” Bellara nervously cuts in. “Maybe-.” “We don’t have time for this.” Every second they waste is another chance for someone to get hurt, another dereliction of their duty. Slipping out of Emmrich’s grasp, Zalan commands, “Get ready to run for the artifact.” With that, they vault themself over the wall, running towards the guardian. They whistle sharply, fully gaining the guardian’s attention as it turns toward them. Hefting its battle axe, the guardian descends upon them. It swings, blade whistling in the air. Zalan’s spell orb crackles in their hand as they duck under the large blade. Please, please let Bellara succeed. Eventually, Bellara must succeed as they hear the artifact right itself with a loud pop. “Rook,” Bellara yells from behind, “we’ve got it-.” Zalan turns to face her, a rookie mistake, one they should know better than to make. Taking advantage of the distraction, the guardian swings its axe, catching Zalan in the side with the flat side of the blade, sending them flying. As they land a few feet away, someone screams their nickname, the sound of a fight resuming. A few moments later, the fight ends with Bellara and Emmrich rushing over to them. “I’m-,” a pained wheeze escapes Zalan as they get up onto their feet, “fine.” “We need to get you to the lighthouse-.” “What were you thinking? You could have gotten killed.” Emmrich sounds terrified. "You should have-." “Not the first time I’ve nearly gotten myself killed.” They had far too many close calls, far too many to be comfortable with. “But this might be the first time I’ve gotten lectured by someone so handsome.” Emmrich’s eyes widen, stunned by their shameless, perhaps inappropriate flirting. Bellara, wisely, chooses this moment to intervene. “Come on. Back to the lighthouse we go.”

(As always, Zalan picks the worst time to start flirting. I like to imagine quite a few of Zalan and Emmrich's arguments focus on Zalan's attempts to downplay the very real danger they face rather than acknowledging it.)

In Rook’s opinion, was the best meal Bellara prepared? And Lucanis?

Zalan really enjoyed the Tevinter Khachapuri that Bellara made. What can they say? They’re a sucker for cheese and bread.

Zalan is a fan of anything that Lucanis cooks. (It's always a good night when he cooks.) They always enjoy the desserts that he makes.

Did Rook uncover Solas’s memories? Any particular revelation shake them especially?

Yep. Zalan managed to find all the wolf statues and uncover all his memories. Solas's memories were certainly something, but the revelation about the Blight really shook them as a Grey Warden. All the destruction caused by the blight-families torn apart, lands inhabitable, lives destroyed-could have been avoided if Solas had stood up to Mythal and the Evanuris. Zalan knows they can't change the past, but they can stop Solas and the Evanuris, no matter what.

[psychotic-nonsense]

------ TW For Body Horror ------

The Party was going to find out about The Board soon enough. Best it be by Vecna's own hand.

He launched each of his Generals individually over the past few weeks, allowing them to freely attack the useless military and letting their presence haunt the town's civilians. Taking care to keep The Party away from witnessing or interacting with the destruction.

He briefly gained control of one insignificant journalist, ordering it to document each of his Generals. Takes information from both his own intentions and The Imprisoned's explanations and discoveries. Orders it to lure in the two main researchers from The Party with it, and to hand all of the information over.

As the exchange happens he turns to the others. Left behind somewhere in the town, weakened and exhausted in mind and spirit. It's the last part of his plan, to show The Party themselves the control he holds over those they killed and abandoned.

And there is only one who will believe him outright.

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The Innocent: those who died simply for being near The Party at the wrong time

The Ignorant: those who died fighting against The Party's efforts to stop the Upside Down

The Intellect: those who died fighting for The Party's survival

(Vecna's Generals Info Page)