#this was very spontaneous LOL

[hansama]

I tried to sketch Papyrus in both my art style and @skull-otaku xD

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis is a 'I could sit in our quiet kitchen on a grey tuesday afternoon drinking coffee and talking with you about nothing much in particular forever and be the happiest man who ever lived' romantic, not a 'classic tropes and grand gestures' romantic. this is a distinction and conceptual gap I personally feel is crucial to understanding what's going on with him when romanced. for all his almost painful sincerity and clear depth of feeling he's not a very effusive guy by nature, but in the history of time no one has ever, with their whole soul, chest and being, been so genuinely and openly happy to just do laundry and taxes with you.

[kiwiandmint]

Perfect Night

From chapter 504

[apricote]

it was love day

[reigrace-keyboardjam]

WIP Whenever

(I was going to do wip Wednesday, but then I think it would imply that you should do it on that specific day, and I really don't care about that lol. If you want to join in, you can do so at any point!)

I thought it would be cool to see what everyone has going on in their hyper fixation worlds, so consider this an opportunity to share anything you've been working on! You can reblog this post or tag me in your own post (maybe tag others and we can turn this into a tag game?) and talk about any headcanons, wip writing, wip sketches, or just use this as an opportunity to ramble about your hyper fixations!

...I also just wanted to share the fics I've been writing/planning because I wanted to get it all out haha. I'm the kind of person who spontaneously starts a bunch of different projects and bounces between them- I get burnt out if I only focus on one thing!

Here are the different series I'm planning/have been writing:

-Ancient Call (post kotor 2; Freyja x Atton)

Named after the EP by SYML, Ancient Call reflects on Atton's relationship with the Exile as they rebuild what they can in the galaxy after the events of kotor 2. It's definitely more somber, but it revolves around themes of grief, loss, and finding stability through love. I've already started writing the first work, and I'm so sorry but it's going to be depressing lol. It will get more hopeful eventually, though!

-Time After Time (Aresyl x Theron)

Named after the couple's theme song by Cyndi Lauper, Time After Time explores snapshots across Aresyl and Theron's relationship and how the stars crossed to bring them together. I've already written a few fics, but I want to draw something to go along with the first part before I post it.

I thought Time After Time was the perfect song for them because the first verse reminds me of the dream Theron describes having, and because they showed up for each other time after time.

-Alykaa x Hrafen (I'm still working on the title lol)

I've written the first work, but I haven't posted because I want to draw something to pair with it- I feel like otherwise no one will really be able to connect to it. I mean, it's a fic between OCs, it doesn't really have the pull a fic with already established and loved canon character would.

Anyways, I want to explore their relationship from with an interest in what gives someone morality and the nature vs nurture of what makes a person. I don't know if that makes it sound too deep, but I'm always really interested in how people develop their different beliefs and morality and how other people and situations affect it all. That interest is a big part of why I prefer Imperial characters in swtor, why Andor is my favorite Star Wars show, why kotor 2 is my favorite Star Wars video game, and why Better Call Saul (not related to Star Wars, but still) is my favorite show of all time.

-Valerie Shepard x Kaidan

I've been pondering on (not a lot of writing so far) a series about the events after ME3 and how Valerie and Kaidan find each other again. I also want to write a lot of little one-shot/slice of life fics to give their relationship more context.

-Cassia Dragonborn

I haven't posted anything Skyrim yet, but I have a vision. I want to write about my Dragonborn oc and her journey from being a petty thief to being a noble defender of the people. It would also explore faith and how that shaped her.

[chicago-geniza]

This week I have been doing Stoned Exposure Therapy which is where I wait for the edible to hit, leave the house, recite the litany against fear ("I must not fear, fear is the mind-killer," &c.), then psych myself into attempting a mundane activity that freaks me out for autism reasons (if avoiding it is impeding how I want to move through the world). Today's Stoned Exposure Therapy was "take a shorter but totally unfamiliar bus route back from the movie theater instead of a familiar bus route that is 35 minutes longer with an extra transfer." I did it and only got lost once 😤

[filtheopathic]

omg youve been to japan?! thats so cool its one of my dream destinations?! did you visit any super good places that left a deep impression?? (srry for being nosey i just enjoy when ppl tell travel stories)

yes i went last may!! we were there for a little over a week so our time was limited. we got to hit kyoto, osaka, and tokyo <3

the entire trip was unforgettable but most memorable places/experiences:

mt kurama! it’s GORGEOUS and not a super touristy temple, at least when we went. it was very peaceful, a good day out in nature. definitely felt some heavy spiritual energy there 🙂‍↕️

our hotel in osaka was right across from some event center?? and one of the days there was a gyoza festival happening with a bunch of booths serving gyoza and drinks. so my partner and i walked over there and hung out and got some bomb food and beer. it was full of people who seemed like locals just like picnicking and drinking and hanging out with their kids. it was just a spontaneous thing we did and those kinds of outings are always the most memorable to me.

okanu building gallery in ginza. it’s a historic apartment building that’s been repurposed to host artists! super cool and unique experience. it still has an old school elevator in it with like the gate you have to close (i did not get in it lol. too spooky). the artists were super friendly and one of them told us all about how the room she was hosted in was known to be haunted O.O we got to buy some cute little art pieces from local artists!

and this drag bar we found during a night out in shibuya called campy!bar <3 it was small and intimate, basically one round bar with 2 drag queens serving drinks. you sit at the bar and just hang out with the queens and sing karaoke, and one of them was filipino and spoke english (my partner is filipino, so they immediately hit it off because of that lol) and she was just sooooo fun and sweet. they love disney karaoke in japan apparently??? so they were singing that all night lol. i got very drunk 🙂 honestly that whole night out in shibuya was really memorable. we started the night with omakase sushi and this old man in traditional garb started talking us up at the bar (he told us he was a businessman who had lived in new york and cali, and he was interested in where we were from / how we were enjoying japan). he ordered us fancy sake and his favorite hand rolls, and waxed poetic about traditionalism lol

i’ll leave some pics below!!

some bonus pics:

[unproduciblesmackdown]

winston my quant of billions

[iamumbra195]

One-Shot from my completely unhinged and unplanned SBG Manhwa AU and kinda Part 2 of this Post

Mostly Outsider POV until the end

Context:

Essentially what happened is that Ashlyn's parents went missing when she was fourteen under mysterious circumstances and she's been searching for them since. She turned to magic and became Mage of the Tower when she was 15-16. She's been mostly isolated and only goes out to follow leads, which is why she's travelling with these merchants to Savannah. Aiden and Ben are returning from a three-year exploration expedition and stopping at Savannah to rest and this is where the three officially meet. Aiden met Ashlyn once when he was younger and he swears he recognizes her from somewhere but can't remember. Ashlyn doesn't know he's the crown prince but doesn't want him to recognize her because he's weird and she wants to stay undercover.

Word Count: 1.37k

Anyways, onto the fic

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Smoke rose from the smoldering remains of a campfire, hardly visible in the dense foliage of the Forsyth Woodlands. 

Eleven figures lay around the dying fire, curled under blankets to guard from the frigid breeze of the night. A twelfth rested just within earshot, leaning back against a shadowed horse carriage. The horses themselves were tied to a nearby tree, feeding on some grass in the clearing.

Bingo.

Haik jumped down from his perch in the trees and landed in a silent crouch, sending his waiting companions a wicked grin as he straightened up. “Another batch of amateur merchants– their lookout couldn’t even stay awake!”

A young girl with olive skin and short, dark curly hair stood near a middle-aged man with scarred, pale skin and long brown hair, shadowed beneath the forestry as Haik approached. 

“Think robbin’ ‘em blind will be enough to teach ‘em a lesson?” Karine snickered with a matching grin of her own, revealing a golden tooth that glinted in the moonlight and contrasted the brilliant emerald of her eyes.

Haik tore his gaze away from her to check Sevan’s reaction but found his expression as impassive as ever, the only difference being the suspicious squint in his eyes. Haik clicked his tongue in irritation. “What now, you superstitious old man? This is the lucky break we’ve been waiting on for weeks now.”

He was tired of eating the same shitty meal his mother prepared, of the silent disgust in her eyes as she stared at the lout her brilliant boy had become. He wanted to drown in expensive alcohol and the cash earned from the stolen goods of idiotic merchants. He wanted to forget.

He tried to listen to Sevan most of the time because he was the seasoned bandit of their group and weathered the worst of the worst with scars to show for it but sometimes just being in his presence grated at Haik’s fraying patience, especially after weeks of dealing with his mother’s snide remarks.

“It’s nothing.” Sevan shook his head before he shot the teen an irritated look. “And don’t call me old, I’m barely thirty.”

“Tell that to the white streaks in your hair,” Karine snorted, unphased by the stony look she received in return as she raised an eyebrow. 

For a moment, Haik was sure Sevan was going to pound her into the ground, his hands twitching for the blade sheathed at his hip. Then the man exhaled sharply and focused his gaze back on Haik.

“What’s the situation?”

Haik straightened on instinct but forced himself to relax. Something about the way Sevan spoke reminded him far too much of his short-lived career as a knight sometimes. “Eleven merchants and a lookout, all unarmed by the looks of it. The horse carriage looked pretty expensive and the horses were in good shape– we’d get some good money if we sold those things to Mirza.”

Sevan remained silent for a moment, tension building as Haik and Karine awaited his decision and subsequent order. “Let’s move.”

They took off silently, sticking to the shadows as they approached the clearing where the merchants laid camp. They observed it for a few minutes before deeming it safe to approach, sneaking past the sleeping lookout.

It was a young woman with long ginger hair hidden beneath the hood of a dark green cloak, with freckles littered across her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was soft and rhythmic– she really was asleep. 

It was a pity the merchants chose an idiot to keep watch of their goods.

Well. A pity for them. Haik was having the best night in weeks.

The carriage was filled to the brim with expensive goods. Jewelry, books, weapons, grimoires. Karine went for the jewelry, vain as always. Sevan headed for the weapons, examining them all with a discerning eye and leaving Haik to deal with the books. 

There was nothing special about most of the books, spanning from scientific research to the latest romance novella trending in Savannah. The grimoires, however, were what piqued his interest. He’d never seen one in person, only heard about them in the context of the Imperial Magicians or ever elusive mage of the Tower.

Grimoires were rare and expensive and if he could sell even just one, let alone numerous, he would be set for years. He could get his own place far away from his mother, from Savannah, from the cursed nation as a whole–

“I advise you not to touch that.”

Haik went stiff at the unfamiliar voice, outstretched hand frozen just inches away from the pile of grimoires as he caught sight of a presence that hadn’t been there just a moment before. 

He leapt away, drawing his sword in one swift motion. His companions were similarly prepared, chosen weapons drawn and facing the threat.

It was the lookout from earlier.

Karine bared her teeth in an ugly smile, golden tooth glinting menacingly as she stared the woman down. “You got a death wish or something, lady?”

The woman only raised her eyebrows in response, her body loose and unguarded without a hint of the apprehension one would expect to see when faced with three bandits with drawn weapons while unarmed.

Something about the situation didn’t sit right with him.

The lookout brushed off Karine’s threat as if it was nothing. “I don’t like repeating myself so I’m only warning you once.” Viridian eyes bored into Haik’s soul, leaving him feeling cold and clammy. “If you value your lives, you’ll leave immediately.”

“Who do you think you are, ordering us around?!” Karine snarled, swinging at the woman with her spiked mace. “You don’t even have a sword!”

Haik forced himself to move and join her, unable to shake the feeling that this was dangerous yet not wanting to leave his partner alone.

It was only then that he realized Sevan was nowhere to be seen. 

“I don’t need one,” the lookout answered coolly.

As if in slow motion, Haik saw a staff appear in the woman’s hands and her eyes began to shine with an unearthly glow and his mind connected the dots in an instant.

She was a mage.

Everything went dark a moment later.

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As the sun rose, the sleeping travelers began to wake up to the smell of cooking lentil soup that she had started on the fire. 

Alina, the merchant’s wife, had taken the task off her hands when she had woken up and told Ashlyn to get some rest before they were back on the road. 

Exhausted and perhaps a little embarrassed of the fact that a group of amateur bandits had gotten the jump on her, Ashlyn agreed and escaped before the woman could ask if anything had happened the night before. 

If not for the protective wards placed on her grimoire, those stupid kids would’ve gotten away with it too. 

Well, two kids and a strange, scarred man who had somehow managed to evade her senses long enough to escape and abandon his fellow criminals. She’d contemplated pursuing him for that reason alone but figuring out what to do with the unconscious bandits had been more than enough for her sleep-addled mind.

She managed to catch an hour or so of sleep before she was shaken awake and they were back on the road to Savannah. Seeing her goal within sight made her forget about last night, annoyance replaced by grief that swelled in her chest at the thought of her parents. She didn’t think she could handle another dead end. Not again.

Then, the insufferable chatterbox by the name of Aiden decided to open his mouth at that moment.

“Nice going with the bandits last night,” he whispered cheerily and Ashlyn closed her eyes, biting back a long-suffering sigh before his words processed and her eyes flew open and stared at him in disbelief

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he grinned back; the picture of innocence. 

“You were awake?” Ashlyn demanded quietly.

“I wanted to see what you would do,” Aiden shrugged and his smile widened, crow's feet wrinkling near his eyes. “So imagine my surprise when I found out you were a mage. I knew I’ve met you before– you’re Ashlyn Banner, the mage of the Tower, aren't you?”

… Damn it.

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This was very much inspired by a Merlin edit sound where he goes, "If you value your lives, you won't take another step." and the dudes are like "You don't even have a sword." and he's like "I don't need one" and demolishes them. I keep imagining this Ashlyn saying that so I had to write it and get it out of my system lol

That's a wrap, tell me what you think! This is my first time actually writing a fic for the fandom lol

[msachillelaurosfunnels]

Joined in on the trend @ronaldreaganfan made but instead of your fav characters, it's you and a US President LOL

So I did it with ME AND FRANKLIN PIERCE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shirogane-oushirou]

hi hi hi :3c i'm aaaaaaalmost caught up on my dash after a couple of weeks of spotty appearances and a couple of weeks of being Straight Up Offline, and then i'll catch up on peoples' art and fics!! i miss being on here!! hi hi hi hi hi!!!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

(also i have been Pondering over a ren sentient a.i desktop buddy AU while i've been gone bc. i'm a sucker for that shit. dunno if it'll go anywhere but for now i'm playing touys and it's fun hehehe if you see a new tag at some point then that means i'm keeping him sjndfkn)

[bmpmp3]

11 fish

[endlessfuckup]

thanks for feeding us mr. £ester

[rielzero]

Haven't made a new twink in a while so I SUPPOSE I HAVE TO MAKE ONE?!-

idk he just kinda happened, maybe I'll give him a cameo at some point. This is just a rough concept for now.

He's basically the opposite of Raphael, were raph has very bad relationship with Mephistopheles, Auvan is the favorite child of his own devil daddy, and very privileged. (Won't tell who it is yet.)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

spontaneous expressions of wynnstannery (re: winston quant kid 2 billions)

[keeps-ache]

m back on mobile :D