#yappering tbh

[mezzmerizd]

Still not okay about DM Tango btw, especially because I keep thinking about his & Zed's interactions D:

My (current, might be swapped out in a heartbeat tbh) interpretation of what happened between s8 Tango and s9 DM Tango is that the code somehow fucked up? Like the players can't thrive without the context of the code recognizing them as such. It's the god-like force in this instance, granting immortality in the sense of being able to respawn (this also ties into my netherborn headcanons / a bit of my personal super-indulgent Tango & Impulse backstories but that's for another day).

So, as much as the people themselves are just. Them. Even if the server / code get a bit fuzzy, that doesn't usually affect them. Buuut with Tango's signals to the server being a little.. wonky (due to being pre-emptively yoinked out of the system due to his spacey perma-death in s8) Xisuma pulls him out of usual shenanigans after a while to try and fix what's happening.

Yadda yadda yadda, doesn't really work, but with Tango's consent Xisuma let's the server try to check Tango for errors itself. How you'd do when a program gives you error codes about files missing. And, as those programs also have, Xisuma lets the server try to fix the problems too. Badabing badaboom- Code's no longer blinking red!! But Tango's not like.. fully there for a few days. He's a little hazy, but gets let off by Xisuma and sent back into the mix of hermits. Everyone's kept up to date to keep an eye on him if the chance arises and that's mostly that.

For every message and, well, little joke Zed sends his way he doesn't really get a response- or not a usual one, anyway. Tango seems.. oddly cold, in a literal and metaphorical sense. Zedaph's a busy man, but he sure as hell wouldn't pass on the opportunity to at least say hi to Tango when he's got the time. Especially not with Tango asking for his help with things!! There's an odd hint of glee in Tango's eyes and grin when Zed respawns after dying to a ravager, but he's still too filled with adrenaline to not giggle about it himself.

And oh the Dungeon Lackey run... the first time Zed really could get ahold of Tango for a good while, and he's finally given a chance to enjoy the theatrics and banter again, not giving any worry the time of day to start popping up. He's taking what he's given of crumbs and he'll enjoy them blindfolded if need be.

[clingonlikeclingwrap]

Love TimBernKon bc usually ships have opposing dynamics but with those guys it’s just

[sunlit-mess]

🫠 them..

[butyouaremymess]

Colin + his (many) love confessions for Penelope

[cerpiscool]

ive been into tdlosk for around 4 years, and this is somehow the first art I've drawn for it

[mercury-lynx]

Working on another labru comic😋 I'm so normal and totally not fixated on these two characters,

Im driving up to Canada this weekend so hopefully I can work on it when I've got down time

[calculatedklown]

It's completely baffling that Gortash is the only one of the chosen three with whom we don't get to have any dialogue regarding the information we uncover about him.??

Spoiler warning maybe lol

Like with Orin, we can mention her upbringing or the fact that she's a child of incest. Try to convince her that she's just been abused her whole life? Like obviously this changes nothing in the end. But it still matters that its mentioned.

Ketheric, we also can try and convince him to change his ways. Mention his wife, his religion, Isabelle. Literally mention everything we find out to try and convince him to turn a new leaf. Which also doesn't change any outcome. But I appreciate that its there.

But GORTASH??? We get absolutely NOTHING, it's absurd! It's baffling that we can't even touch on his backstory—like finding his parents,(possibly killing them depending on what you do) being sold to Raphael as a child, or the fact that he was scammed at one point. All the intriguing details we uncover about him lead to nowhere, and it's so annoying 😩

Like this isn't even just because I enjoy him as a character. It just seems like such a missed opportunity to find out more about him currently as a person!

The dialogue we encounter while trying to convince Ketheric and Orin reveals a profound insight into their true characters. Their reactions are telling and provide a unique perspective on who they are as individuals!

Ketheric fully recognizes the person he has become. He understands that he is a lost cause, fully acknowledging the wrongs he has committed and the irreparable damage he has caused. He accepts his fate without hesitation. Despite your words.

Orin lashes out in denial, and becomes completely manic (more so than her usual self). Completely baffled and distraught.

I want to know how Gortash would react if you brought up his parents or his childhood! It's a possibility he wouldn't be grateful if you slayed his parents; in fact, he would likely view any sympathy as a weakness and respond with anger or dismissiveness. Plus, we’ll never find out his true response to Durge after you say, “I always liked you.”

“Is that what you-”

I don't understand these missed opportunities with him?? Like I get keeping some ambiguity to an extent. Its why we will never get a clear answer into him and durges relationship…..BUT I WOULD LIKE A CRUMB OF HIM PLEASE!! I DONT EVEN NEED A KISSY SCENE! I JUST WANT ANY INSIGHT INTO HIS OWN OPINION ON HIS PAST IF ITS MENTIONED!

If you read all of this rambling…..please tell me what YOU think his possible response would be to any of these scenarios lmao please

[fricc-darn]

I can't think of anything to say so have a good day!

[seagrass-obsessions]

Some sketches I did of the silly commentator guy(s)

[astrolotte]

Once again pondering Peri & Dev's dynamic and I've come to the conclusion that I feel like the best end goal for them is just... ambiguous found family?

Dev really needs a proper family figure in his life, but Peri is most likely around 23 years old, way too young to be a dad. However, a brother figure is probably off the table too, as I feel Peri would be hesitant to declare himself another sibling, especially since Timmy isn't around to get to know Dev himself.

Ergo... ambiguous found family. Not every found family needs to have defined roles, and plenty don't. Peri doesn't need to be Dev's father or brother, he can just be family and be there for him like any family member would. No need for names, just the feelings.

[speakofthedebbie]

i got my first "Please update" comment yippee /silly

[ask-zacharies-snackarie]

BODYSUIT bodysuit BODYSUIT

I finally got around to it. I said I was gonna do it and now I am. Under the read more.

First four pictures are the old suit, last three are of the new one.

The bodysuit used to be fucking BAD. In the desire to find lightweight fabric that wouldn't overheat me, I went and got this fabric that was.. just the worst. It was too thin, not very stretchy, and it RAN.

Any raw edges exposed to a force stronger than a gentle tug would separate and become unrepairable. Imagine your costume fucking separating at the seams cause something pulled on it a little.

I got most of the way before I said "this sucks ass, I'm restarting." So I went to Joanne's and dropped another 70 dollars on this wonderful modal knit thats discontinued as fuck. It's thick and doesn't show sweat until it's reaching clinical levels due to the modal fabric on one side and the spandex on the other! It absorbs it and disperses it so it doesn't show on the outside.

I definitely did get hot in that costume, but way less than I expected. Honestly I got cold more often than not @_@

N e way it's just a bodysuit pattern I modified to add the split in the middle. It clasps at the bottom and I think I went overboard with the snaps cause for some reason I was convinced they would pop so easily. They didn't lmao.

The gloves on this costume are part of the sleeves, so I can't free my hands lest I want to take off the whole suit.

The buttons are 3d modelled by me, printed, sanded, and painted by hand because I was pissed that no one sold buttons that looked right and I refused to compromise 💪💪

Evidently as you can tell, the ruffles are also sewn into the collar and actually did not give me any issue with the stretch when putting on the suit!

[mr-bugs]

Gabriel in a dress to get back years from my life after drawing him in armor, will do more. Below the cut off is probably the best he's gonna look in armor drawn by me tbh

here's the drawing as stated before :3

and yes, your eyes do not deceive you, that is a coquette centipede

damn, you really looked at all this? i don't really have a reward for you but here's some extra doodles

[juno-stuffs]

day 2: flowers

i think they would make good friends kind of (circe and tiresias)

[hannahssimblr]

I'm finished doing the subtitle section of my story (I'll be finished posting it in 2 weeks) and omg - I am so ready to go back to prose.

I know the captions are nicer for some people to read but there were things about it that were hard! and they bothered me!

making a mistake was so much harder to fix

I can't describe the stuff happening around my characters, and have to rely on facial expressions and actually showing the action a lot more

it's quicker to output a scene, but the pace slows down. A single conversation can take 2 or 3 updates to complete and that's too slow for me

I worried a lot more about the size of the screenshots, and didn't feel like I could crop them according to my aesthetic needs - I quickly realised that a smaller pic meant the text looked bigger and out of sync with the rest

Often I didn't like the colour of the text against the background! It was fine when it was white and yellow, but as soon as pink, purple and green started getting involved I didn't like how it looked.

I did learn a whole lot from it though, and I'm proud of what I did, but I am so ready to go back to writing prose again, which will be starting on the 11th of November and Jude's hair is gonna look like this, so!

(I don't love it and plan to give him another buzz cut soon-ish, but there's a reason it's like this huehuehue)

[martitheevans]

So I made this post and people seemed to like it so I did a little bit of a drabble thing for it. It's nothing much I just thought it'd make a cute little vignette

(Not really set in any particular episode, probably about Season four or five)

The Impala began to drift towards the centre line on the road for what had to be the fifth time in since they began driving, Sam sighed and clicked his fingers in front of Dean’s face. His eyes flew open and he swerved the car back on track. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled and turned up the barely audible tape in the deck. “Nodded off.” 

“Just pull over, man,” Sam suggested, too tired to drive himself. “It’s late, nobody’s going to find us. We’ll be fine.” 

“There’s gotta be a town soon. Get the map out,” Dean replied, Sam wasn’t entirely sure he’d even listened to his suggestion. “A motel. I don’t know about you, but I could go for a slightly warm soda from a vending machine right now.”

“Dean,” Sam insisted. “Stop the car.” 

“Stop your face,” Dean retorted, sighing dramatically. 

“Look,” Sam pointed over to a wooded area that was cleared up for hikers and families, complete with a car park. “Park there. We can sleep.” 

“It’s always nag, nag, nag, with you,” Dean commented and tutted, but he began to turn into the parking lot. “Yes, honey, I'll pull in right here, is that alright?” 

Sam tsked at him and they pulled in. Dean announced their arrival by braking abruptly, making Sam nearly headbutt the dashboard. He looked proud of himself then got out. Sam glared at him as he went. 

“You sleeping in the front or the back?” he asked.

“I’ve been too tall for the back since I was fifteen,” he replied. Dean opened the boot of the car for the blankets the kept for times like these. “But you, on the other hand, are just the right size for it. Hell, we could put you in the glove compartment.” 

“I'm not even that short-!” 

“Where’s the other blanket?” Sam interrupted when Dean pulled out one old, polyester blanket. Dean narrowed his eyes and searched around some more, then sighed. 

“Remember when we had to camp overnight for those vampires?” he asked, Sam groaned. “And somebody had to put out the campfire with it because they set the fire up somewhere it would easily spread-” 

“And that was nothing to do with the fact that someone had the genius idea to throw ‘just a little bit’ of gasoline on it because it ‘wasn’t lighting fast enough’ for them?” Sam retorted. “Nobody does that, Dean! That’s insane! You nearly lit the whole place up!” 

“Look, the point is,” Dean began waving him off. “We have one blanket and two of us.” 

They glared at each other for a seconds, before silently agreeing to a rock/paper/scissors battle. After a tense few seconds, Sam used rock, Dean used scissors. 

“Always scissors,” Sam jeered. Dean glared and shook his head. 

“Best of three,” he suggested. Sam sighed but obliged him. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Dean used paper, Sam used scissors. 

“And whenever I point it out you always switch to paper,” he continued. Dean groaned, they needed to figure out other ways to figure out stalemates than a game which is impossible to play with people you know too well. 

“I hope it’s filled with bedbugs,” Dean grunted, tossing the blanket at Sam’s face and closing the boot. The chill in the air already starting to get at him, no doubt beginning to have its affect in the car. 

He climbed into the car and curled in on himself in the backseat, keeping his jeans on, as uncomfortable as they were, to stave off the cold. He wished Sam night, and tried to get to sleep before the temperature fully set in. 

Even as his mind began to fall asleep, he was still aware it was getting fucking cold. He was shivering and his sleep was far from sound. Why was it so damn wintery in May anyway? 

Cas appeared in the car, which was stationary in a parking lot outside of a forest. He looked around in the dark for who he had come to see, spotting Sam first. He was stretched out as much as the footwell would allow him in the passenger seat. Dean was lay to Cas’s side, with his head pillowed on Sam’s empty, rolled-up canvas bag. 

Human sleep cycles were a mystery to Castiel, they seemed to waste so much time with it, or maybe it was just the Winchester’s that were so peculiar. Rarely they were ever asleep when it seemed to be the ‘appropriate’ time of day to do so. 

Something he did know was that when you wake a human, they become slightly hostile. So, he quickly decided that whatever he had come to tell them could wait, it wasn’t very time sensitive. Plus, he had been watching over Dean periodically since he had last seen him, he had to have been exhausted. 

He was about to leave when he cast a cursory checking glance at Dean and noticed his shaking form. He wasn’t awake, but he was cold, a sensation Cas had never felt but understood as unideal for sleeping conditions. Castiel couldn’t just leave him like that. 

Quietly, he shouldered off his trench coat, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm. He placed his over him, tucking it around him with the utmost gentleness so as not to disturb him. Dean seemed to almost immediately become more comfortable in it.  

Cas decided he quite liked the sleeping version of Dean, not any more than the awake version. It was pleasant to see him uninhibited by the literal weight of the world on his shoulders and lacking in the bite and sharpness that seemed etched into his sense of self. He was calm, and Cas liked seeing him calm. 

Then, he composed himself. Dean Winchester was an enigma to him. but he ought to remain that way. If being an angel as long as he had been had taught him anything, it was that resisting temptation was often the best route to take. He needed to remain professional if he wanted to keep his place. 

He left Dean wrapped in his coat, resolving to get it back the next day when the two brothers were awake, and disappeared. He didn’t stay around for the next morning, when Dean found himself strangely comforted by Cas leaving his coat to keep him warm. The feeling welling up something warm in his heart he hadn’t felt in a very long time.