#this is just the beginning I have so many drawings of them

[choerypetal]

Silent Vengeance / Lee Myung-gi

summarize: Who would have thought that a man who sees himself as powerful could be reduced to selfishness by obsession, only for a knight in armor to heal a broken heart?

English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical errors, but I really hope you enjoy it! based on s2 squid game so spoilers ahead!

Thanos’s pride and the attention he commanded among the crowd stirred bitterness in some of the contestants—yours included. It baffled many that a retired rapper would stoop to participate in such brutal games, especially one that involved splashes of blood staining his clothes.

It wasn’t until after the Green Light, Red Light game that his focus shifted. He noticed a particular figure—a silhouette that intrigued him more than he cared to admit. The way you sprinted with precision, timing each step perfectly to freeze at the exact moment, or how you yanked another contestant’s hair to throw them off balance, was a calculated display of survival. That endurance, paired with your quiet defiance of the chaos around you—including his own—captivated Thanos from the very beginning.

While Thanos reveled in his lingering popularity, relishing how some followed his every move like sheep to a shepherd, he couldn’t ignore one undeniable truth: for once, he wasn’t the center of attention. That honor belonged to you.

And never in a thousand of years would he see you here. In flesh. Not after the break up.

Like many others, you had joined the Games with hopes of a better life—a seductive promise whispered by the Salesman. His grotesque smile lingered in your mind whenever you stole a moment to rest, though such moments were rare. Still, your demeanor betrayed none of the turmoil beneath. Your stony expression, coupled with your tendency to linger at the edges, observing the chaos with silent disdain, set you apart. To you, the Games were a grim spectacle—a macabre theater of desperation and misplaced hopes.

Despite this, a few contestants managed to draw you into sparse, fleeting conversations. Thanos, however, stood apart—not because you sought him out, but because he was the last person you’d have ever chosen to engage with. And yet, it fascinated him. Knowing your shared history, he found it almost poetic to see you here, standing as a quiet, untouchable force while his own magnetism faltered in your shadow.

“This prick is getting on my nerves,” someone muttered, their voice sharp enough to cut through the murmurs of the room. The words belonged to 333. His number stood out just as much as his presence as he slid into the seat beside you. You’d learned his name was Lee Myung-gi. He extended a hand toward you, his lips curling into a soft grin that hinted at practiced charm. You nodded slightly, mirroring the gesture out of courtesy. “Y/N,” you said plainly.

There was a pause before Myung-gi’s gaze flicked toward Thanos, his tone lowering conspiratorially. “I don’t mean to stir the pot or anything, but... word is, you and Thanos were a thing. He says you’re pretending not to remember him. And that’s why you—”

“333!”

Thanos’s voice cut through like a blade, silencing Myung-gi mid-sentence. Both of you turned your heads in unison, meeting Thanos’s unyielding stare. You recognized that look immediately—brows furrowed, his glare burning with thinly veiled fury. It was a warning, one that promised Myung-gi wouldn’t survive another word in your direction. The intensity of it could rival any of the Games themselves.

“You should go,” you said quietly, your tone flat but decisive. Your eyes barely glanced at Myung-gi, let alone at Thanos. Yet the weight of his gaze pressed heavily on you, and something inside you churned—a mix of unease, defiance, and something far harder to name.

You wanted to let loose a string of curses, every sharp word you could think of—but you stopped yourself. The memory of a promise lingered in the back of your mind.

Never speak to one another after the breakup.

It was a fragile vow, one you both had clung to out of pride or necessity. But deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before it shattered completely.

It wasn’t until the bathroom game that the tension reached its breaking point. Thanos never imagined he’d find himself mere feet away from you again, let alone in the confines of a separate room. Yet here he was, his determination undeterred, even as 333 hovered too close for his liking. Thanos wasn’t subtle about his intentions—he wouldn’t let anyone, least of all Myung-gi, encroach on what he still felt was his.

The image of you and 333 pressing X together during the last game still burned in Thanos’s mind, a fresh wound that refused to heal. It festered, replaying over and over like a mocking refrain, igniting a possessive anger he could no longer contain.

As he stepped into the bathroom hall, his focus zeroed in on Myung-gi, the irritation bubbling into something darker. “You’re getting all worked up. So there is something going on,” Thanos said, his voice low and edged with menace.

He stepped closer, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “If you press X again tomorrow...” Thanos leaned in, his words a venomous whisper, “I’ll cut off your finger and give it to her.”

Myung-gi’s jaw tightened at the threat, his discomfort evident. But what unsettled him more was the reason you’d pressed X with him in the first place. It wasn’t a calculated strategy or an empty gesture—it was a fleeting grasp at safety, something you rarely allowed yourself. While you were usually stoic, Myung-gi’s quiet acts of care had chipped away at your defenses, enough to make you question your own resolve.

Thanos couldn’t stand it. The rules of the Games were unambiguous, but what he thought he saw—the almost imperceptible closeness between you and Myung-gi, the way your lips hovered as if to kiss—was enough to set his blood ablaze. The possibility, imagined or not, was more than he could bear.

And that was the last straw. 

“And ask her out. She’ll love it.” 

“You asshole!” Thanos barely registered the punch before his jaw throbbed, the sharp sting waking something primal in him. His thumb brushed over his chin, checking for blood, before he retaliated with equal ferocity. “You motherfucker!” he snarled, his fist connecting with satisfying force.

Chaos erupted as their hands found each other’s throats, both grappling for dominance. Myung-gi’s back slammed against the bathroom stall, the sound echoing in the tight space. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs, fists flying without restraint. “Your money, your girl, your life—they’re all mine!” Thanos spat, driving his fist into Myung-gi’s cheek with enough force to make his knuckles ache.

But then, everything shifted. Thanos froze, his breath hitching as blood sprayed from his own mouth, splattering across Myung-gi’s face. The sudden realization of injury shocked him into silence. Without a word, he pulled back, retreating to the shadows of the stall, his chest heaving with ragged breaths.

And yet, in that moment of pain and rage, his mind wasn’t on the fight—it was on you. Always you.

The bathroom games were over. The stalls were scrubbed clean of the chaos that had unfolded, leaving little trace of what had transpired. As you and Myung-gi stepped out, your eyes met briefly. The way he looked at you—earnest, searching—was impossible to ignore. The remaining contestants loitered nearby, their presence a quiet reminder of the fragile truce this space demanded. But Thanos was nowhere to be found. Somehow, the thought of his absence made your shoulders feel just a little lighter.

Despite the unspoken rule of no interactions before returning to the dorms, Myung-gi broke it without hesitation. He rushed toward you, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. For a moment, you froze, unsure. But your hands instinctively found his face, fingers brushing over the bruise already darkening on his cheek.

You couldn’t stop the flood of thoughts about Thanos—how he’d reacted to other men during your relationship, the jealousy that often burned too brightly. The memories made your stomach twist with dread. But as your thumb grazed Myung-gi’s cheek, his eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the comfort of your touch.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the tension lingering in the air.

He let out a quiet scoff, his lips curling into a faint, tired smile. “The prick’s finally getting what he deserves anyway.”

[mischiefmaker615]

Chef's Choice

Over the past time of having tumblr, i have collected my personal favorites- stories that i always get drawn back to when i need inspiration, something to read, and/or something to enjoy with whatever mood or situation that needs tending LOL (not in order and there are so many others i love!!)

Thought it be best to introduce you to some of the greats out there :D

“Seems like the prince of Asgard is seduced by a mortal woman”

By: @fictive-sl0th

(OMG i absolutely LOVE the doctor themed stories with Loki XD ya never know what direction it's gonna end up ;) )

A Coveted Bride

By: @magicbystarlight

(i absolutely LOVE jealous Loki, anything in the realm of dark theme and possessiveness XD we don't judge here. it's an enquired taste and darling, you cooked!!)

Duplicitous *Long Snake Moan*

By: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

(everything you write, i got to read! truth be told, we didnt ask for but we absolutely needed!!)

Pinned Down

By: @lokisgoodgirl

(come on, just by the titles alone you know it's gonna be good! everything you've written, i've fallen in love with each detail, nothing is rushed and personalities are captured beautifully! i've caught myself gasping out loud in public with some of the stuff you bring us and i absolutely love it!)

Overstimulation Welcome Him Home More Between His Thighs

By: @sarahscribbles

(had me drooling in kinktober!!! just the title alone, i hit favorite so i could read it when i got time and darling, you didn't disappoint! so many stories just draw my attention and every aspect of them is truly perfect!!! i need more!!!)

thirty seconds

By: @muddyorbsblr

(what i would give to be in the readers shoes!! omg i loved this!!! hit all the right feelings and i cant help but reread this far more than thirty times LOL)

The Chambermaid

By: @wheredafandomat

(i want Loki to step on me!!!! i wouldn't mind slave life if it meant serving him LOL gods this was perfect!! i always loved maid x Loki themed stories, keep them coming!!)

Kinktober Day 16

By: @suguru-getos

("we listen and we don't judge" *cough* i love me some CNC! seems like a very hidden kink topic so i got positively excited when i saw this mentioned in your writing and just HAD to read it Lol kinky indeed!!! truly my favorite fic of yours so far!)

Overtime Safehouse

By: @cleo-fox

(I'm pretty sure all of tumblr knows who you are Lol i have enjoyed EVERYTHING you've come out with; your plots, details and character embodiment, Loki is on point!! i cant even fathom where to begin on making storylines this deep with all the bells and whistles. you are truly an incredible writer!!)

"I can do….terrible things to you."

By: @oh-look-at-her

(i can't literally do anything but bow down to you and get up only when given permission LOL truly a damn good time reading your work!!)

Firestarter

By: @delaber

(who doesn't love a good enemies to lovers story Lol can't tell you how many people i've shooed while i was in the middle of reading this XD)

Frozen Stiff Happily Never After

By: @simplyholl

(tbh i struggle finding REALLY good Jotun Loki fics and absolutely fell in love with this one!!! thank you for letting me die in peace now Lol had me giddy and blushing!!)

Have Mercy

By: @mochie85

(you captured his hot and pain in the ass personality so well!!! i LOVED this went through all the emotions on this one!! kinda like an enemies to lovers story Lol why cant it be me!!!)

A Tales of Tangled Desires

By: @angelremnants

(i fell in love with the part one, not expecting for my request to be answered but i got a part two and absolutely have become obsessed!! i love your writing so much and thank you for the prayer being answered! Lol)

And The Gods Made Love

By: @thefairywithboots

(thank you for my request being answered!! anything you publish, i cant get enough of and love the pure art like pace you take to form every inch of your story!!)

[mrcrawly]

Jayvik headcanons

hello jayvik nation im dumping these here bc im almost done with the second chapter of my fic and these have been stewing a while

Viktor

has the most beautiful curly calligraphy handwriting ever but it's so curly and fancy you genuinely can't read it

Ibuprofen allergy. source: my twisted mind

fidgeting with stuff all the time. paperclips, pencils, clips, rubber bands, the buttons on his vest

bonus to that one: he messes with his vest buttons so much that Jayce is constantly having to sew them back on when they come off

chronic nail biter

big sweet tooth

great cook but a shitty baker

"get even" kind of person; probably holds grudges from the second grade

doesn't cry very often but can be sensitive in the sense that he cares very much how his closest friends view him and internalizes their opinions

love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service

likes to be touched but not held (autism)

hates winter because it makes his joints hurt, summer is unbearably hot and he can't stand it, he has spring allergies; default fall enjoyer

animals really like him and strays tend to show up at the lab or follow him around

children like Viktor. Viktor doesn't like children back

kids will sometimes randomly talk to him and tell him things in public and he doesn't have the heart to be mean to them or ignore them so he just sits there like "mhm ☺️" while they talk until their parents apologize and walk off

probably has a pet reptile (a turtle or some kind of lizard methinks)

cold natured and wears seven hundred billion blankets to bed every night no matter the season

identifies as male in the sense that he was born a man and just never bothered to think much about it but doesn't fully grasp the concept or purpose of gender. could tell you what makes a man a man or what makes a woman a woman but doesn't understand why nor care

interested in jayce from the beginning but never felt as if he was in competition with Mel

sorry they can pry the JayMelVik love triangle out of my cold dead hands ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

not very affectionate because he doesn't know how to discuss his own feelings but very good at soothing other people

Jayce

dysgraphia (i think that's the term?) – not many issues with reading but not the best with writing

viktor is hyperlexic so it works out alright

AMAZING at drawing. like if he didn't have the passion for science he would be an artist. he draws out all their diagrams and blueprints and Viktor labels them

can cook pretty well but doesn't like to do it; if he stays at Viktor's place then Viktor always cooks for him

likes baking because he controls every single thing that goes in and it's very exact

both he and Viktor have chronic pain in their hands (carpal tunnel) from spending all their time taking notes and working with small delicate parts

he doesn't complain about his even when it bothers him because it feels silly knowing how bad Viktor's pain is every day 💔💔💔💔

10,000 step haircare routine but Viktor's looks better anyway

used to be prone to acne as a teen (if accutane existed in arcane he would have been an accutane kid)

(i was an accutane kid and im projecting)

shaved regularly pre-hexcore because his father had facial hair and he looks a lot like his dad anyway; he was always a little worried if he grew it out it would remind Ximena too much of his dad and make her sad

took entire days off of work and pushed deadlines back when Viktor got bad just so he could stay with him when Viktor was in too much pain to do practically anything

used to deliberately sleep in the lab because Viktor would stay late and he didn't want Viktor to be alone in case he passed out or something happened

love languages are physical touch, gift giving, and quality time

money doesn't exist to him when he's buying other people things. can't do secret santas at Christmas bc he constantly exceeds the budget

simultaneously one of those people who legitimately cannot accept gifts and feels bad when people give him things

was genuinely so in love with Mel; used to have dreams about marrying her and living somewhere quiet with her

most definitely forgave her for manipulating him on the council and understood her but it was just never the same

bottom. argue with the wall

OUGHHHH my shayla 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

guess my favorite character challenge level impossible (it's so unbelievably obvious)

[tsukii0002]

Mc and Luke have gone to get some stuff to continue celebrating the new year in the House of the Lamentations.

Luke: Hey Mc, don't you think a new year is kind of scary?

Mc: What do you mean Luke?

Luke: I never thought about this before coming to Devildom…. but things can change a lot in a single year…

Mc: *sighing* Yes, things in a year can change a lot, we don't know where we're going to be next year.

Luke: *looking at the ground* To have things that make me feel secure end or think that something I love is never going to be the same again… makes me feel insecure.

Mc: …

Luke: In a way… a new year is scary, I'm scared that the world I'm so happy in will be totally different, *looking at Mc* that my relationships… my relationship with you won't be the same.

Silence fell between them

Mc: *smiling* The new year is like a symbolism really, everything can change any time Luke, just because we enter a new year doesn't mean everything hasn't changed before.

Luke: That's true.

Mc: And change isn't always bad… sometimes it's scary and can make us anxious, but things come to an end and there's nothing we can do about it.

Luke: I know…

Mc: But, they also start, great things can begin, or they don't end and simply transform *placing their hand on the angel's shoulders* changes are part of our life and we have to learn to live with them.

Luke: But what if we change? what if we are no longer the way we were and… and we can't be together anymore?

Mc: Then, I will make an effort to get to know you again and to be your friend again, change doesn't mean forgetting, and if it's so important we can try that, with us, our relationship can transform.

Luke: *with crystalline eyes, making a little pout* I will also try my best to make you always love me Mc, even if you become an angel or a demon.

Mc: *smiling* Thank you Luke *hugging him* sometimes we worry so much about what's to come or what we can't change, that we don't see what we can do now.

Luke: *hugging them back harder* You're right Mc… if we only worry about the future we can never be happy.

Mc: You're right Luke, that happens to us a lot *leaving him and holding out their hand* now, we should get back, they've all taken too much Demonus to leave them unsupervised.

Luke: That's right, *taking their hand* we'd better hurry.

The two walked back on their way to the House of the Lamentations.

Mc: By the way Luke… has anyone said anything to you about this New Year's thing?

Luke: Solomon started talking about how little a year has always meant to him and how much it means now… he was actually laughing a lot, but it got me thinking about a lot of things.

Mc: Got it, no more human drinks at parties, noted.

.

.

.

.

.

Well, well, happy new year to all of you!!! 🎉🎉I hope you have started 2025 on the right foot and, as they say, I hope this year brings you only good things. Although we all know that almost never happens, in one year life can change a lot, to unsuspected points. When I started 2024 I never thought that Obey me! would end (I know it is only the official content of the game, not the franchise, but you know), although it is one of the things that has helped me to pass a not very good year for me, but life goes on, and just as things that we do not like can also come good things can come. Regarding a purpose for this new year in this blog well, keep creating content, create more complex stories about these characters that I love so much and focus more on world building and solve the mysteries that have been left open in the Devildom (now that everything is in our hands), work more on my Mc and draw a lot, a lot. Just as I hope to continue to see the Obey me! fandom alive and creating as many wonderful things as it has been so far, even more.

So, after this badge, it only remains for me to wish you a happy new year! And the wish that things will only get better for everyone.

Thanks for this year 🩷, a hug from this sheep in hell.

.

.

[sporeclan]

Sorry this may be a bit of a ramble I talk a lot-

I’ve been wanting to try making a clangen comic for a while, since I’ve seen so many cool ones and I’ve tried out the game (admittedly just the web version) and had a lot of fun. I haven’t done so yet because I haven’t been into warrior cats in a while and it felt poser-ish, and ALSO I’m still getting back into the groove of drawing cats, but this blog is SO COOL and it’s making all the inspiration come back and AUGH!

So I may make a comic eventually, and if I do, thank you for the inspiration!!! That may mean restarting my clangen save, but I do reaaally like a few of the cats so idk…

I really really like your characters and art, it’s all very cool and I have so much admiration for people who can make a full story out of something so unpredictable. I stumbled across this blog at a pretty late moon and then read from the beginning, and when I realized mushroompaw wasn’t in the later moons I was really sad bc I knew she had to die… my favourite kbity…

But yeah just wanted to say your stuff is very cool! Sorry for dumping 3 paragraphs in your inbox 😭

AWHHH this is one of the sweetest asks I've ever received, thank you so much :'D I'm so honoured to have inspired you! I look forward to what you come up with if you do end up making something!!! <3

It is just straight up them sneaking off to places they shouldn't just to search for Cinnamonpaw :'] They felt so bad about their own percieved failure to protect him that they were still actively searching for him for a good year after he was lost </3

Nope, they don't know anything about what Mousegrove did, and even if they had an inkling, I don't think they'd even want to entertain the thought. The only cat currently in the clan who knows for certain is Puddle, and maybe Crowstar has a twinge of doubt about it too.

LMAOOOO honestly so so so valid and fair

[thecoffeelorian]

Fandom Friday, 1/03: Fanart!

Hello again, everyone…and welcome to another installment of Fandom Friday, the two-post series where I go off to find new and interesting fanworks that might need a bit more visibility.

Before we begin, I would first like to apologize that this is a bit late...yet seeing as how I wasn't exactly at my best after work yesterday and I still needed to recharge after the New Year's-related insanity, I wanted to put my best version of this forward rather than submitting it incomplete.

Second, Happy New Year to everybody reading this, and I really hope it turns out a lot better than expected!

And third...if you're still waiting on a response from the last Fandom Friday, I'll be sure to get on that sometime today.

Anyways, before I get too distracted or lost...here, now, are my picks of the week.

THE PREQUELS

The Prequels Fanart--By @mytardisisparked:

THE CLONE WARS

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @cc-3636-wolffe:

The Clone Wars Fanart--By @hellfiresky:

THE BAD BATCH

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @lulalovez:

The Bad Batch Fanart--By @aaaaawolfquarters:

STAR WARS REBELS

Star Wars Rebels Fanart--By @borealtrooper:

Star Wars Rebels Fanart--By @ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs:

SKELETON CREW

Skeleton Crew Fanart--By @thelawless7:

In conclusion, as part of my mission to poke around the Star Wars fandom and highlight those artists who might otherwise go unnoticed…I hope you will check out the links I have included for yourselves and like, comment on, and reblog them, as well as also giving the artists a few more followers to their Tumblr pages.

Please also like and reblog this latest installment so that these links can be spread around to as many other fans as possible, just in case not all of them can tune in at the same time.

An additional thank you goes to @djarrex for making the divider I used earlier in this post, but still want to give credit for.

And finally, so that I do not forget…thank you, stay safe, and I’ll see you in the next post!

No Pressure Tags: @melymigo @algo-o-nada @the-osborn-way @everybirdfellsilent @skellymom

@leos-multifandom-corner @maggie-dylan @leenathegreengirl @gun-roswell @tazmbc1

@bluedeedeedoop @its-time-to-rise-above @tlmtwelve @apocalyp-tech-a and anybody else who might be on the lookout for new SW fanart.

[beddybites]

About our tiny king, Babynai, does he have teeth while baby? Or does he start teething? Idk I'm sitting in bed it's almost 3am and I keep thinking abt Babynai amd stuff and this thought is stuck in my mind😭

Imagine Giyuu or Sanemi putting up with his crying at any time when he's teething, poor baby (and parents)😭 OR HIM WITH LIKE A CHEWING TOY OR WHATEVER TO HELP HIM TEETH! He's so cute I'm sobbing🥹

Also, I don't know if you still like the 21yo trio as babies, it's okay if not I'm just wondering if you will continue them (like draw them or anything) in the future? Me personally loved the ideo of those three being babies together, they are so chaotic and adorable🥹 But I love ALL of your art, not just the baby ones😭 Your art is so.. comforting and just good to look at. I can't even describe it with words but it just looks so pleasing and neat and gives a warm calming feeling to me. You have such a good artstyle, they all look so adorable and fluffy!💖 I love to just scroll on your page and just look at your drawing over and over. When I'm done with school the first thing I check when I get my phone is if you posted something (I've told this in another like, anonymous ask or i don't know what it's called on tumblr) but your art always gives me peace after a rough and depressing day in school (I'm sorry if I'm being too much, I really am😓) I just felt like I can't sleep without telling you again how much I admire your work and time you put into giving us so many arts, doodles animations and headcanons, I appreciate you so much, you made my whole 2024 better. I will forever be your fan and can't wait to show your art to my future kids after I made them watch kny!🔥

Have a nice day/night🫶🏻🫶🏻 (sorry again for writing this much, I hope it's not a bother)

hi anon!!! first of all this is so freaking swwet oh my god?????? ive been feeling rlly awful and pesstimisric about my work as a whole so opening tumblr and seeing this cheered me up a ton and im rlly so so so grateful for u taking the time to send me this msg let alone enjoy my art to begin with 🥹🥹 i hope ur doing absolutely amazingly!!

in response to tiny 21 trio: yes! i do plan on drawing them again eventually, im just taking a bit of a hiatus from that au for the time being!

in response to babynai: poor guy! definitely experiences teething all over again and the poor thing is in a lot of pain bcuz of it );

i also think he struggles because he still has his mouth scar in this au, so he generally has some mouth pain, which means he gets lots of love and support. mitsuri ABSOLUTELY spoils the heck out of him every time she gets to take care of him. sanemi and giyuu get him lots of teething toys. shinobu gives him check ups and such, ubayashiki family find him the best medicine and resources. gyomei lets the babynai teeth at his finger or shirt so it can calm him down. etc etc etc

all the hashira are very supportive and take care of him a lot!

at the same time obi ends up getting lots of reassurance from kaburamaru. those two have “fangs” together for a bit and it makes obi happy to be like his best buddy

[haedia]

Right there with you, especially the end bit. I like to think a similar kind of thing. Headcanon journey under the cut.

Like, it pleases me to consider Rook telling Spite that it's alright if he comes to them when Lucanis needs sleep, especially if he's bored. My Rook's sleep schedule is kind of fucked anyway so it's not like Spite is gonna make it worse.

It takes awhile for Lucanis to really get comfortable with Spite doing things while he's out but knowing that the people around him are keeping an eye on Spite helps. And, Spite gets more comfortable with them in return.

I can see him going to them with questions about the world outside of the Fade and having fun exploring those differences... once he gets over frustrations about how those differences affect Lucanis' body (like, say, gravity or how eating candles would hurt him, etc)

And I loooove the idea of the different members of the team taking Spite out on "walks" to different places when he gets particularly restless. Emmrich has some glasses made for him that hide his glowing eyes when they're out and about, so they don't have to worry (as much) about Spitecanis being noticed as an abomination.

Spite gets to experience food in it's full glory, though he finds it overwhelming at first. It's only later, when they learn to "share" Lucanis' body simultaneously that he begins to develop his own appreciation for flavors, separate (or, as separate as possible for them) from Lucanis. The fact that he can feel how Lucanis feels when experiencing taste allows him access to a framework for interpreting the sensations for himself.

It'd be like going from a fuzzy shot of flowers on a sunny day, a bright riot of color blobs, to an in-focus image of the same — suddenly crisp but you can take a moment to savor and choose how you move your focus around the scene.

But after he starts to figure it out? He wants to learn to make things like that, too. And thus begins his cooking arc. It's a disaster to start, of course, but it amuses Rook and that alone soothes Spite's frustration at his early floundering. Eventually, he starts to develop his skills though his annoyance about what ingredients he can and can't use never really goes away.

"Spite, you can't put that rock in the soup"

"It reminds me. Of our walk."

"The rock or the soup?"

"Yes. Both. They go together"

"They can go together on the table, then. But you can't put that rock in the soup"

Spite opens his mouth to say more and Rook interjects

"Even if you washed it. You can't"

Spite grumbles and puts the rock back on the counter.

"Spite." Rook says and draws his attention back to them "It *is* a pretty rock, though. I remember where you found it."

"It IS pretty. Like glass. Like a rainy day" Spite beams at them before returning to stirring the soup.

Anyway. I just have so many thoughts and feelings about Lucanis and Spite — at all points in their journey. Though, the warm fuzzies I get for their post-Inner Demons relationship are nearly unending.

Knowing what was actually going on between Spite and Lucanis, I felt really bad for Spite during my second play through. He is trying so hard to talk to Rook and explain, but he is new to this world and doesnt know how to explain it. He actually does attempt to explain what is wrong several times and if Rook had really listened to what the demon was saying, might have realized something was wrong. But, by virtue of being an abomination/demon, the group was poisoned against Spite, so everything Spite does is viewed with suspicion and no one gets it.

Like I see why Emmrich is so nonchalant around Spite from the beginning because he can actually hear what Spite was saying and while he doesn’t fully understand what Spite was getting at, he can see Spite isn’t malignant or malicious. Spite really is just a little shade trying his best in a world that he doesn’t get and who doesn’t get him. I really like the idea that once Inner Demons is over, Rook attempts to actually get to know Spite, because Spite deserves the chance.

[mh2o29]

aight pack it up guys

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[craftingcreatures]

I have many, many creatures and concepts which I would love to show you guys, but most of them exist only in my mind or as a few bullet points in a poorly-formatted word document. The Burnout™ kicked my backside particularly bad this past year; it's been really hard to maintain my interest in things when life has felt exhausting and pointless. Drawing, especially, takes a lot of spoons that I just haven't had to give. The church notebook doodles are part of an ongoing attempt to rekindle the joy I used to find in art - small, quick, easy, and low-stakes. I don't need to make them look good, I just need to make them.

And it's working! I've been sketching and drawing more, and enjoying it! I'm not all the way better yet but I've come a long way. So I actually do have some stuff I can show you!

Meet the Arboars! This is a clade of arboreal pigs which appeared pretty early on in the Diluvian, from an ancestor which began climbing trees to reach the tasty, tempting, as-of-yet-mostly-unexploited resource of fruits and leaves. Arboars are united as a clade by their binocular vision, vestigial or absent nasal disc, and grasping, hand-like hooves with opposable thumbs on both fore- and hindlimbs. Many species also have short, straight, daggerlike tusks which resemble those of peccaries more than their suid ancestors, although some species are tuskless. All Arboars are completely tailless (Just ignore the Hunting Hog in the top left. He's not part of the family - he just showed up and refused to leave. Also he needs a redesign).

Beginning on the far left, below the Hunting Hog, is the Brown Barbaloot [Micrarctos (Micrarctos) seussi], an archetypal primitive Arboar. Resembling a small bear in their body shape, they are endemic to temperate Truffula-palm savannah ecosystems, and are the primary disperser of the Truffula's seeds, as they will happily gorge themselves on the purple, plum-like fruits. Like most pigs, they will eat just about anything, but they show a strong preference for herbivory; the filamentous leaflets and sugar-rich fruit of the Truffula palm form about 70% of their diet, making them specialists. Brown Barbaloots are highly social, living in mixed-family groups of 10-30 individuals. Males are slightly larger than females, and both sexes have short, sharp tusks hidden by their lips which they use for defense.

Just below the Brown Barbaloot is its close cousin, the Black Barbaloot [Micrarctos (Dasyanthrulus) nigricans]. Unlike the Brown Barbaloot, Tropical Barbaloots in the subgenus Dasyanthrulus have short, sparse fur to better keep cool in the hot, humid equatorial rainforests. Black Barbaloots are slightly less herbivorous than their relatives and will actively seek out bird's nests and eggs. They also eat leaves, fruit, fungi, isopods, and arboreal earthworms (Arborworms). Tropical Barbaloots have a unique behavioural adaptation against predators - they will chew on toxic Arborworms to elicit the secretion of toxic compounds, which they mix with their saliva and smear on their fur as an antipredator defense. Although Black Barbaloots are fairly subdued in their colouration, some of their relatives (such as the Gilded Barbaloot, M. chrysocheirus) have bold, aposematic black-and-yellow colouring.

Up and to the right of the Brown Barbaloot is the Barbabrute [Brutus set], a descendant of the Rock Barbaloot (Micrarctos montanus). These big, aggressive barbaloots are secondarily terrestrial, and highly successful; baboon-like troops of these pigs can be found in savannah and woodland ecosystems all across Spero, where they are opportunistic omnivores that will eat anything edible. Their belligerent demeanor and strong social tendencies make them an unpleasant target for most predators, though they are easy prey if they can be separated from their group; the tusks are used mostly for combat between males and enforcing the strict social hierarchy.

Below the Barbabrute is a very peculiar descendant of the tropical barbaloots, the Common Kobold [Callicantzarus repens]. This nocturnal animal is a dedicated carnivore, feeding on invertebrates, roosting birds, and other mammals including the young of other barbaloot species. Their large, slit-pupiled eyes are ideal for seeing in near-complete darkness, and their nail-like hooves have become large, curved claws for catching prey. Though they are still very social, they do not hunt in a pack; each Kobold hunts alone, bringing their catch back to the colony's nest to feed the young, injured, or elderly. They are incredibly skilled climbers with very flexible hips and shoulder joints that allow them to move through the trees with alarming speed and dexterity. Kobolds will eventually diversify into a very successful, long-lived clade which persist throughout the Diluvian and into the Thalassic.

Down and to the right of the Kobold is the Babi Hutan [Dasychoerus giganteus], the largest arboreal animal every to live on Spero. About the size (and general shape) of a terran Orangutan, they have a similar lifestyle, being canopy-dwelling brachiators which feed on leaves and fruit. Unlike Orangutans, the Babi Hutan lives in temperate forests of mixed conifers and broadleaf trees, and have dense, insulating underfur to keep them warm in the bitter Speroan winters. Babi Hutans live in small family groups, usually one male with one to three females and their young. Females can have one to four young, which cling to their mothers' chests as they swing through the canopy. During the summer, their diet consists largely of fruit and soft foliage; in the winter they will feed on bark, twigs, and pine needles, which their powerful gut is adapted to digest.

In the top right is a close relative of the Babi Hutan and the largest Arboar ever to exist - the rare and mysterious Hibagon [Speleotherium hibagon]. Five feet tall at the shoulder or more, Hibagon are truly large animals, far too large to live in the trees. Hibagon live on the slopes of crater rims in temperate regions, in conifer-dominated alpine woodlands, especially in regions where saltlime caves are common (they use the caves for shelter). Alone among Arboars, they are mostly solitary, living by themselves or in pairs unless a mother is raising a litter of young. Hibagon are specialized browsers, relying heavily on conifer needles in the harsh alpine winters. They are incredibly strong, and though they are typically gentle animals, if attacked they will attack right back with their daggerlike tusks and crushing blows from their fist-like hooves. Like many Arboars they are very intelligent and make good use of tools, and may hit attackers with branches or rocks if they are readily available.

Today's church notebook doodle is a family of Mermares fleeing from a predatory Akhlut. The stallion's elongated flippers are raised in defensive posture, ready to whip back and hit the giant marine dog in the face if he gets too close.

[skitskatdacat63]

Favorite Martian pics atm

[spitinsideme]

Any thoughts on the new trailer?

going to beso honest like righr now, lime COMELTY honest righr now, i actually do not care for tadc lime .. at all .. it is not a show id usually watch and when it does come out i will probably not watch ir unless im feing like watching ragapom moments i guess ? it juat isnr sowmthing i actually care aboit .. so sorry to you all i am actually not a tadc fan 💔 heartbreaking im sure, i juat am a daily distrubutor for ragapom art

ive heard about it rhoifh from posts ? the like princesss of sweets or soemthig, she seems pretty i guess ?? sowmrhing aboit pomni beong jelaous for ragatba and the sweets princess, old woman yuri idonrknkw my sources are from gay artists but looks good o guess 👍 im sure it will be fun !

[notsodailycake]

Man, it's so disheartening to keep seeing the twins from whatever media you enjoy be shipped. Especially being a twin myself, it's just so discouraging and makes me feel uncomfortable sharing anything related to me and my twin

It just got me sitting like

[cotharach]

The noises frighten her. They echo all throughout the Cathedral like some haunting dirge, the syncopated notes of falling rubble and screaming students. Flayn tries not to let it daunt her, especially when she knows she is in the company of those she can rely on. But futile attempts at bravery won't stop the tides of war. The saint, through her pain, looks desperately around them, wondering if there was some other way to go—but groups of enemies begin closing in around them and other students, the people that Maria had pointed to.

"I see them, but... we're surrounded…!" Flayn exclaims, feeling her heart begin to race once more, "Do we have no other choice than to fight our way out?"

She has never liked war, however, she knows simply healing is never enough. There must be blood, there must be carnage. In an environment that places such constraints on them, perhaps a life for a life is a fitting exchange. It is not just their survival that they fight for, too—she can spy a group of students with their backs against the wall, surrounded by foes. The saint looks down at her hands, at the creases that are lined crimson, and makes a somber choice. 

"Let us try fighting them off, that the other students may live. If by some chance, we are able to find an opening…"

By some chance, that the kind Goddess should grant them. Some chance that Flayn pours all thought and prayer into, hoping and wishing that the world should turn to her favor. Faith was always the power behind her spells—the fulfillment of these chances were the backbone of her belief. Would the Goddess reward her for her fervid devotion? Flayn wants to believe it so.

Unit 14 attacks Unit 3 with range! Unit 3 is defeated!

She sends her magic toward a group of shadowy figures, bidding them return to the darkness from whence they came. But there is no time for a celebration, not in times such as this. No sooner than when they had added some measure of level to the playing field do their enemies launch another attack on them. That very same deluge of arrows falls down on them, the cruel fox's claw crushing the thrush's throat. Before the arrowheads have even fully sunk into the ground, a great beast lumbers towards them, rearing back and readying a strike. Flayn feels that same pounding in her heart move to her head, to her stomach, to the tremors in her hands.

Unit 2 uses a Siege charge on Unit 14! Unit 14 loses -1HP Unit 1 attacks! [Unit 1 roll: 23, Unit 14 roll: 29].  Unit 1 loses -1.5HP Unit 14 loses -0.5HP UNIT 14 HAS BEEN DEFEATED

She aims towards them with another spell, desperately seeking that chance. Her attack is met with retaliation in the form of talons tearing through her chest. The pain is searing, bright and red, with all the evil gleam of rubies. Flayn falls to her knees, finding her vision fading away oh so quickly. She makes an attempt to twist her gaze, perhaps to look at the people she had been with one last time, but she falls into the Cathedral ground before she can bid any proper farewells.

"No! There… there are so many of them… Please… someone tell my brother…"

…Goodbye. Tell him goodbye.

@heavy-draw @renaisguy

the sky is falling

⚚ [ #TOAEpiphany2025 — The Fall of Garreg Mach ] ⚚

[ni-kol-koru]