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ooooh people are releasing footage of the character creator!! I think it looks really good! I just NEEED bioware to release a demo of it so I can play around in it!!!
#it's different to how i expected it to look but it still looks good!#character backgrounds/surnames are cool as well!#probably gonna go grey warden bc i'm basic#and i also just love the grey warden mage armour#i hope they haven't changed it too much for veilguard..#and the HAIR!!!#the hair looks so good#iirc there's like 100 hair styles per race?#or is it just all together?#think its per#can't imagine how my rook will look yet..#CAN imagine how my inky will look though#he's gonna be in his 40's in Veilguard so MIGHT do a lil bit of grey hair#just a smidge#he's def gonna have some longer hair though..#need this game in my hands NOWWWWW#wdym I have to wait 6 more weeks for it to release???
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"smaller mass" you say
#she was punted first. the implications of nori still being in the pit when uzi comes down later#long post#i think. does it count if theres a lot of images and they are long#too lazy to draw 4 more lazy backgrounds so just pretend they're falling#or a second cyn. im losing my touch#struggled so hard to draw her.stupid people proportions kinda#go read ad astra per aspera its so good im munching#no like genuinely i love it so much its what got me thinking about this post#not dead just too busy reading ao3 twenty four seven to actually draw anything#art#murder drones#murder drones nori#murder drones cori#i think cori is a really funny name#murder drones cyn#murder drones flesha#cw blood and gore#thanks tumblr user digitalcatastrophes#if only i knew how to animate. not trying my old method again
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Wait, hang on. So is the reason why Timmy is a Pixie right now is because he's not a full fledged fairy yet? How long does it take before he makes that transition?
Nobody's quite sure!! It's been so long since the last taken child, so long since the last successful taken child, that not even the Fairy Council is sure when Timmy can become a fairy. They can't put a specific number on it.
He's a full fledged Pixie though. So, that's something! They suspect he can become a Fairy once his body can handle the same level of magic that a Fairy has.
Or at least until Timmy's completely shed of everything that made him Human. For now, though, he's feeling magic growth pains, and he has two teen gremlins raiding his kitchen.
Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]
#fairly oddparents#fop#fop a new wish#fop timmy turner#fop timmy#timmy turner#asks#itty bitties fop au#there's no concrete date on it because chances are the rate of transformation is different per child.#he'll be a pixie for a long while but not nearly as long as the fairy council originally predicted#timmy's been accelerating through his transformation at an insane pace!#its only been a few human decades but he's already gotten so much farther than assumed!!#jorgen thinks its because timmy's pushing his body to change faster#the fairy council thinks it means timmy was always meant to be a fairy#timmy thinks everybody should just mind their own damn business
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I NEVER POSTED THESE!!! IM CONSTANTLY IN A STATE OF ZIT
#enthusiasm at its best#team zit#hermitshipping#tangotek#impulsesv#zedaph#I’m normal#the amount of times I think of them per day#listen I don’t have ISSUES
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ask not if you could pull your fave.... ask if your fave could pull you
#genuinely i dont think most of these guys have the rizz#it also isnt just PULLING per se its like. can they lock you down#toji id let him hit no questions but if he wanted to wife me? hahahahaha#yueshuo
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and what if there was a secret fourth dad in mama mia who was gay the whole time
#cant stop watching this. like i have tried. a loop for all of us with eyes#'scratch disks full' as per so this is. as good as its gonna get unfortunately#there is a fic on ao3. i am thinking about it
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#happy birthday freak#u better b greatful i didnt miss it for the 3rd year in a row#kim dokja#orv#omniscient reader's viewpoint#omniscient reader’s viewpoint#my art#solar-drawss#i was gonna hand draw the bg but i . couldnt finish that in 2 days so its just a stock photo filtered to hell and back#didnt turn out all that bad atleast !#kinda wish i made it clearer that hes running tho#and i think tumblr severely fucked up the quality as per usual#really wanted to make kdj the clearest and the train all pixelly but idk if it ended up looking right#its fine i had to rush it in 2 days#just dont look to closely at Anything#i missed drawing kdj....
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species medley ft. gorgug and riz
#fantasy high#gorgug thistlespring#riz gukgak#cw: body horror#tbh mostly for the goblin shark jaws lmao. the rest is like. fine I think#ngl drawing like snouts on a humanoid face is kinda awesome I enjoy it#it is kinda a little bit what I aimed for with how I drew riz at first but I pulled back on it#the elephant remix for gorgug I think actually feels a bit more like orc rather than half-orc#maybe the tusks wouldn't get the same lip closure in half-orcs. tho tbh saying that sharing human and orc heritages would result in#consistent physical traits across the board is already kind of a reach I think. I imagine there would be a Lot of variations#and well. at least in spyre we don't see non-human mixed heritages so far... Ive been in my dunmeshi brain lmao#getting to see ryoko kui's art of mixed humans (dunmeshi in-universe term not irl term) is like coming home. thank u ma'am#anyways uhhh I think. I will have refs for every class swap bad kid (at least the full like per-season sets)#fig I'll post separately and then riz and gorgug I'll just include in like a masterpost kinda thing I think#u already know tf is up with them babey!!! just expressing those designs again for convenience#its been really fun figuring these designs out! and necessary if I wanna draw riz bc its literally impossible to doodle him on his own lmao#hes with his friends a lot actually. theyre literally in each others pockets the whole time#anyways! now I sleep. tomorrow? chillin. waiting to watch new nsbu with friend again. see u!
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Hello, Spamton!
How's life? Also, do you have any opinions on the Addisons? (Pink, blue, orange, and yellow)
If so, what do you think of them?
#raaughhh ruhhh i am immediately going tyo bed ive been working on it. almost all day so if you see mistakes NO YOU DONT#[you've got mail!]#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#deltarune spamton#deltarune chapter 2#still frame asks on regular in exchange for animated ones is a pretty good deal i think#rruuhahahah#Now this is the point where id say why you pissed him off but id be lying becaus he isnt#And i like the asks about the addisons despite people forgetting that they are indeed a topic lol#i would just say that askihin him on HIS opinions on them will get you a slew of censored brackets and a largely irritated guy#Im sure eventually youll figure out a good question that will get him talking in a way you want but for now its either : youre flatout#ignored or insulted..... or he only answers whatever else you put in there. which counts as being ignored. mu ha ha#at least for the “your opinion” ones but i do like this ask#as per usual the tag paragraph#eat well my disgusting bug horde im going to bed even though i had other plans
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Lahabrea possessed Thancred before this questline even started which means these are back to back Laha interactions. Here is how he greets the WoL in the Waking Sands immediately after his Disney villain introduction.
Meanwhile in Minfilia's solar:
presumably he took a brief break from running Alphinaud's errands to go dramatically laugh at the WoL
#enjoying all this with Pandaemonium context#there is a lot to unpack here#OK LETS GO PANEL 1#based on the follow up he's really just testing out the person who killed ifrit - not too different from elidibus' test later.#he comes across as goofy but i gotta ask if he taunted panda critters the same way before experiments#moreever hydaelyn is busy going “Eeeeeevvvilllll!!!” in your ear while laha chatters#I assumed this was direct line to the WoL consciousness the first time#but based on 5.2 she might just be bullhorning to anyone with ancient powers which means lahabrea is listening to her shout “eeeevviilllll”#hilarious I hope that is what was happening#PANEL 2#not shown is laha opening with “oh hi <player name>”#like he sounds more like panda laha here than almost anywhere else nearly#in which of these two panels is he acting more I ask???#I'm thinking its an even split per emet-selchs reckoning of his lost personality#if he could hold out as long as he does hanging out there in the Waking Sands hall then#it becomes very easy to see emet-selch felt like he was getting enough sanity out of him at the time. hes surprisingly functional#in spite of that intro#PANEL 3#we were SO ROBBED to miss alphinaud investigating ascians with lahabrea. so robbed#alphinaud is still unsocialized at this point so extra annoying to laha for sure#thinking about how lahabrea acted around themis in the far past fills in a few blanks. can draw a couple of parallels perhaps#rotating that thought#ffxiv#ffxiv spoilers#Final Fantasy XIV: A Realm Reborn#lahabrea#alphinaud#minfilia#ffxivedit#gamingedit
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the established orion-romance dreams have gotten to me. what will my delusional visions reveal to me next <3
#not even sure if this is in character. but i enjoy the idea of orion making aki want to be better :)#infamous if#infamous#akihiro yasumi#orion quinn#my art#the mile long thinkpiece i sent to flor yesterday about their relationship. i think perhaps the next infamous update may break me#long post#i literally . think about that ask. about how he loosens up during the course of his romance. aughghghghahhwAUUAUGHGHGHHH#ALSO re the last comic. 'average lead singer proposes to their bandmates 10000 times per year' statistical error#aki who is really annoying and will get down on one knee for literally any of his band for any reason#is an outlier and should not have been counted.#its funny until the dating rumours about ur band get extremely convoluted
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#sorry for dropping my bingies#my art#svsss#svsss fanart#mxtx svsss#luo binghe#luo bingmei#luo bingge#bingcest#thats not a tag?????????#wtf it should be#anyway i think ahout these two a lot i already have 2 more things of them to post at a later date#one is not . safe for tumblr but its fine#anyway please enjoy bingangst#bingge owns my whole entire heart#fwiw i always like to make bingmeis chest scar visible. and give him slightly lighter hair#with nibs permission in the future i will give bingge cheek scar as per their hc <3333
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college roommates davekat where dave comes out to karkat bc he trusts him and karkat responds as you would expect
1/2/3/4
#dave who only recently accepted hes not 100% straight and avoided anything pride-related bc he knew bro would somehow find out and beat him#thinks the pride parade is every day in the month of june and can be spotted from their residential neighbourhood.#hes just like lets go dude lets go see all the gay shit and its just a granny walking her dog#also karkat knows dave admitting this is a big deal and nerve-racking so he immediately lightens the mood by being a piece of shit#as per the bro code#homestuck#davekat#dave strider#karkat vantas#hsfanart#my art
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Honestly the main attraction for Shinjiham is how contrast their personality is and it is always funny for me to think about how people around them would react if they found out they're dating in this AU lol
#its already fun to think about it in canon P3 but this AU? much more funnier and diabolical#like everyone is so flabergasted that the social butterfly minako wants to be with the suspected drugie that-#only talks 5 words per day to ppl to the point others think he is still in a brain fog from his comatose era world tour#okay i like to joke around but both of them are honestly such a complex character and i cant string enough word-#nor do i have any respect for the english vocab to explain why i love their dynamics so much#like both of their personality are opposite sure but it compliments each other so much#and theyre both stubborn too but in their own ways lol#and then we throw Aki in the equation which is another stubborn character#and oh look! we good ourself a group of mandatory therapy for everyone! off to therapy you three go!#got*#anyway i should think and write more about this au lol#i dont have friends irl nor online to talk but I have this blog to replace my need for interaction 🤓#asukart#shinjiham#persona 3#persona 3 reload#persona 3 portable#persona 3 femc#kotone shiomi#minako arisato#shinjiro aragaki#00s highschool au
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very still, without reaching
(ashara lavellan x solas. 2250 words. post-solavellan ending. hurt/comfort. major veilguard spoilers. read on ao3)
The nature of her own regrets become apparent soon enough. Mostly, as they appear to her in the fade, they relate to her regretting so very little.
There are exceptions, of course. She and Solas pass them sometimes on long, silent walks together; small, ugly things carved into barren rock, almost impossible to catch in the shadow of Solas's own towering monuments of despair. But they are there, and Ashara can always sense them before she sees them. Her least favorite recurrence pertains to a rock she threw at some shemlen farmers when she was a girl. They had returned later in the day, but they could not distinguish the difference between Dalish vallaslin , and so chose to take out their vengeance on the whole of her clan, instead.
They had never truly forgiven her. Of all the statues of contrition this place has manifested over the months they've been here, this is the one she can't yet bring herself to face.
But there are, unexpectedly, great works of beauty here, too. Oftentimes she sees herself and Solas carved into the cliff faces, or jutting out of canyons. Old echoes of embraces, stolen kisses, intertwined fingers. She suspects their prison doesn't quite know what to do with these complicated memories, but it does its best to use them against her even so. She had regretted those moments once, after all. Or at least she thought she had. Her time in this place offers an alternative school of thought; that she had never truly regretted the choices leading her down this dinan'shiral of theirs, but rather the heart of her shame is more that she could never truly bring herself to regret them at all.
Once the fade understood this, it course-corrected. Now if she sees those statues at all, it is because she wants to.
Solas has made little progress. It is harder for him, with his regrets so numerous and so at odds with his ego. On a good day he makes her worst mistakes look infinitesimal by comparison. Sometimes he disappears for days on end, wandering aimlessly, pulled one way or another by the compass of his guilt alone. When he returns, as he always does, he says nothing, only holds her very tightly and does not let go.
In all the months (or perhaps even longer) that they've been here, they have spoken very little. More time is needed before either one of them is ready to face that looming conversation. For now, quiet comfort takes priority. For now, sex suffices. For now they sit on the edge of yawning chasms for hours on end, watching the shifting rocks, the starless skies, the shadows in mournful, flittering dance at the edge of their vision, and find solace through a tender silence in which no words are yet necessary. And when he begins to get it in his head that perhaps they are necessary, she stops him with a long, languid kiss until she feels those worries melt away between them.
It is a terrible place he's built, but it is not so terrible facing it together.
And it gets easier still. The nature of the Evanuris' prison was always to contain the regrets of beings who thought themselves gods, but she is not a god, and neither is he. Her regrets are not so insurmountable to overcome, given time, and soon, slowly, she finds the world around her starts to mirror the world inside her. At first, a singular star in the sky. Then, below it, a wisp of elfroot growing between the crack of a barren rock. The fade cannot be mapped by mere cartography or magic, but a learned mage can always find their way with enough discipline. And Ashara was, before stepping through that final rift, a very learned mage.
When Solas departs on his lonely journeys, she cultivates the place in secret. She was never one for dishonesty, and so it's the only real secret she has. She shapes the space sporadically over many months in the image of her late mother's patch of camp among their clan. With some . . . creative liberties here and there. The tent is warm and green like her mother's was, but with all the ample space and utility (and — admittedly — luxury) she had grown accustomed to over her many years as the Inquisitor. Some ugly shemlen cottage wouldn't do, and she never had a full night sleep in her Skyhold quarters, anyway.
She dreams up the smell of incense, and many multicolored rugs, and a bed that's warm but not too soft. Books; a table with two chairs; a big bathtub to share. The small fire pit in the centre might have burned the whole tent down around her were it abiding by the laws of the physical world, but it does not. It abides her.
The hardest part was the damned trees. Several times she nearly lost everything, locked in a seemingly endless standoff against the will of the very prison itself. But Solas made this place to contain monsters, and Ashara need only remind herself that she is not one. She never was. Whether the magic of this place recognises that — or if she truly did best the fade by sheer audacity alone — she couldn't really say. All she knows is that one day the trees stood tall — leafless but very much alive — as if they'd been there all along, and her impossible little clearing was all but complete.
"I've found a place I think you ought to see," she tells Solas soon after, reunited in their usual spot after several long days apart.
He seems especially exhausted this time around. He buries his face in the crook of her neck and breathes deeply. "Then I am yours to guide, as you see fit."
He clings tightly to her hand as she leads them on, aided by the lonely light of her beloved star. Samahl , as she's come to calling it — named after her nephew. Solas would see Samahl too if he ever looked up, but he keeps his eyes defiantly low, avoiding the overhead statues of a handsome, crumbling man with Mythal's vallaslin , whose wounded gaze seem to follow Solas wherever he goes.
He will find it in himself to meet those eyes one day, a long time from now. In the meantime she lifts her head to the sky for both of them, and presses onward through the gloom.
He stops short when he sees the clearing of trees in the distance, bordered by infinite wasteland. Ashara squeezes his fingers with her own and urges him forward. "Come."
"That . . . cannot be."
"It is. Come."
Soon the cracked earth beneath their feet sprouts small, unassuming blades of grass. The riverbed they pass remains as dry as bone, but carries the unmistakable smell of wet earth after recent rain. Closest to the centre of the clearing, Ashara herself notes leaves on trees that were not there the day before.
Solas's brow furrows, and he makes a strange noise when they reach the point where the grass is most concentrated. As it exists now, the grass is too patchy to be called a meadow, and yet it grows strongest and greenest in a perfect circle around her little tent as if it were the sun itself, nourishing by proximity.
The tent glows faintly, lit up by the hearth and candlelight within. But it is a strange glow, which seems to extend to the whole of the outer clearing, cutting through the endless mist and shadow. For months her world has been a haze of muted gray and monochromes. This space, by comparison, bears a subtle vibrancy she might've missed if she hadn't grown so used to its absence.
The violets of his eyes are clearly visible for the first time since they arrived, shining as they scan about the clearing. "How can it be that I feel you so vividly in this place?" he finally whispers, incredulous.
"I made it," she says. "It's mine. Will you come with me a little further? I didn't bring us here to watch grass grow."
She had hoped he might at last be baited into a smile, or a sultry retort, but he only frowns at her with those same sad, uncertain eyes, and takes her hand once more.
"It's much larger inside," she says. "Come."
"As you say."
He has to duck his head to slip inside the tarp, but the interior is as large and spacious as promised. Her fire bathes the walls in bright flickering hues of yellow and orange, and Ashara watches him give an involuntary shiver of pleasure as its warmth passes over and through him. It's a nice sight. Her pyromancy has inspired no shortage of pain and terror over the years, but in truth, it was always watching the relief of her companions faces when she warmed their soup in midwinter that had made her feel the most accomplished.
Maybe she could dream up soup next? There are several potted plants next to her little bed. Elfroot and crystal grace, and some others even she doesn't recognise. Not quite right for soup, and yet . . . Had she put those there? Or has this dream of hers now taken a life of its own? She ponders as much, settling in amid her thick fur blankets, waiting for Solas to compose himself.
"I made this place for you as well," she tells him when he makes no move to join her.
He shakes his head despairingly. "No."
"What?" Ashara scowls. " Yes ."
"No."
" Yes ."
"This cannot be, Ashara," he snaps. "The very will of this domain is such that —"
"I don't know what to tell you. I outwilled it."
He scoffs. "The greatest tyrants of the Evanuris could not outwill it."
"I am not the Evanuris. Neither was your little bird friend, and she flew free."
"That is different. Rook had —"
He stops himself. For a moment he looks briefly shocked, as if struck. And then his features settle. Lips pressed tight, eyes down. He seems impossibly small inside this place, and not just because it's bigger on the inside. The light doesn't touch him quite so eagerly as it touches everything else. His very presence in her room casts a long, misshapen shadow which seems to crawl unnaturally across the floor, cutting through the glow of her fire until it's very nearly pooled at her feet.
A chill follows.
" Varric ." Ashara holds his gaze in silence until he looks at her. "Deiadre had Varric ."
Beside her, a candle flickers. "Yes."
Ashara reminds herself: his regrets made this place. They unmade Skyhold, and nearly the world itself. They will do worse to them both now, if she allows it.
"She had Varric, Solas."
Even in the rapidly dimming light, she can make out the unsteady rise of his chest. "She had Varric," he echoes.
"And you have me."
Solas's face falls. But then the room brighten. A little.
He lets out a long, unsteady breath and closes the distance between them. Her little wooden bed creaks under his weight. She shifts the blankets to better drape over his broad shoulders, and he reaches out in turn, hesitating before resting his hand on her thigh. He leans down to press a kiss to the gooseflesh raised on her clavicle, courtesy of the lingering chill.
"That you would offer such a thing at all is more a testament to you than any clemency I've not earned," he murmurs against her collar. He tilts his head up as if to look upon the room, though his gaze remains soft and steadily focused on her. "This is a gift, asha'era. I did not mean to undermine your efforts, or the feat of having made this. It is perfect, just as you are. But it may not survive my presence."
"Why not? I did."
Now Solas looks away. She cringes; inhabiting the fade has done nothing to improve her eloquence. Quickly she continues, "But even so; if it does not, we'll just have to get over it and bring it back come morning."
"And do you think you'll feel the same a dozen centuries from now? Perpetually warring with my regret?"
"I know which side I'd place my bets in a fight between regret and love."
If he has a retort for that, he's wise enough to keep it to himself.
Time in the fade passes imperceptibly. Surely their kiss lasts days, and what comes after even longer. The candles are less a gauge for the passing minutes but instead the strength of her resolve when his own doubts creep in. When the light flickers, when the incense sours, when the wind outside picks up to a roaring howl; then she focuses her efforts. Her fingers scraping down his chest, a well timed roll of the hips, a kiss with enough tongue to remind him how much he used to enjoy using his own. And still does, apparently.
In the morning — or what, at least, finally feels like morning — the trees have dried up and grass outside their tent is dead. But the tent itself is warm as ever and the air outside feels crisp and fresh and, above her, if she squints, she can make out the faint but ever-present glint of her Samahl in the sky.
The grass will grow back. She will see to it . . .
. . . Tomorrow. This morning, she would sooner crawl back into bed and see to other things.
#datv#datv spoilers#veilguard#dragon age#solavellan#solas#dragon age fic#solavellan fic#oc: ashara#mine: writing#hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii its time for my One fic per year again <3#went for a sort of abstract fairytale vibe for this one and im not super confident i pulled it off#so next time i think i'll just write about them fucking and call it a day <3
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The Beheaded makes a pitch
#saroart#dead cells#the beheaded#the collector#bad comic#art is all over the place because holy fuck im so tired#this idea has bounced around in my head like a dvd screensaver for a long time#also the views expressed in this comic are not necessarily the views of the author#dont come at me because its good and does amazing dps or whatever i know it has high damage per tick#it can be a little annoying in dailies when you dont get cells#and i do want more boss stuff#beheaded just wants a cool sword#collector would be one of those dont talk to me until ive had my coffee assholes#but yknow its panacea#in fact that was one of the earliest pieces of dc fanart i drew#dont think i ever posted it here and thats fine#god i miss when art was easy tho
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