#I like bringing that one up without context

[miss-conner3]

I want to put this in order, because… there is a lot I could say.

“The Little Bubble AU” began as a world where Ando, my sheep OC, existed. He was the Lamb's older brother, who died during a disastrous voyage in Silk Cradle and now lives under the premise that he is free and can make whatever decisions he wants, of course, as long as it's within the world his younger brother created.

The cult. Their little bubble.

Where nothing can go wrong.

And the story was going to be about how Ando, a revived sheep, adapted to his new life in the cult, discovering unspeakable secrets about his little brother and facing the possibility that he might have no choice but to leave.

On the other hand, I wanted to explore a little more about the subject of his resurrection.

But to do that, I had to start developing The Lamb. My lamb.

So I gave him a name, “Bert-Bert,” and with that new identity, the rest began to take shape.

Bert-Bert is someone who was always loved, overprotected, and forced to adapt to his situation. Rebellious, but obedient. Willing to trust the word of those he believed to be his family, like his older brother.

That's why his death tore at him so much. Because without anyone to rely on, how did he think he could survive alone? It was impossible.

He surrendered to Shamura's followers at the slightest opportunity, only to regret it later. All because his fear of facing life alone was greater than the fact that once he was caught, it would all be over for him.

That the sacrifice his older brother made had ended like this, in vain.

But it was too late for regrets, and in the end, Bert-Bert only wished his brother and his family would forgive him for leaving with them so soon. Without even trying.

And then he died.

And here's something curious: I had established that both my lamb and Ando didn't know the reason for their persecution, but they did know that they should never trust a god.

This is where I get into a little lore about the nomadic group, that aforementioned group my sheep had to join to increase their chances of survival—yes, that very one. Made up of former followers from the four territories of the Old Faith, the one I'm going to tell you about is the leader of that group, a former spy from the Shamura territory and secretly one of the thousands sent to monitor Narinder before he was imprisoned.

Well, this leader, of all the nomadic group, was the one who had the most context about the persecution of sheep and the original reasons why the bishops wanted to make them disappear so desperately. But with his murky past behind him, he couldn't be entirely honest with his fellow travelers, fearing being rejected once again by his own kind.

So all he could do for them was guide and protect them on their grueling journey to freedom and advise them never to trust their faith in any god again.

Advice at that time was useless, but in the past it could have saved a million sheep.

Because… ¿What was a shepherd without his flock? ¿And what was a god without anyone believing in him?

They would be nothing.

And with that small hope, Ando and Bert-Bert learned to trust only what they could see, hear, and feel. And to reject anything related to the gods of those lands.

Because for them, their protection would be denied again and again.

So they could only trust themselves.

But that could only work up to a point, which brings us back to my lamb, who upon dying and seeing The One Who Waits had no choice but to believe in his existence, but not to trust his intentions.

Bert-Bert wasn't interested in anything he had to say; however, Bert-Bert was small and helpless, and the Death, large and imposing, prevented him from expressing his true feelings. Cornered under a reality he was still trying to process.

He hadn't wanted to die. He hadn't wanted his brother's efforts to go to waste like this. He just hadn't wanted to do this alone.

So when the deity showed even the slightest bit of kindness, Bert-Bert clung to him.

Because… ¿Who else did he have?

After all, he'd always depended on others to survive, and now Bert-Bert had to cling to someone if he wanted to survive. And he had to live.

For him, for his brother. To try to fix it.

So he accepted his crown. He played his game.

He founded a cult in his name, shared his teachings, and followed every piece of advice his predecessor had given him. All with the strong desire that maybe, if he did as he was told, he could get his family back and leave that place for good.

To do it better this time.

But time passed, and Bert-Bert began to feel more and more comfortable. He began to warm to his followers, to value their experiences, and to enjoy the power that only the crown could give him. He felt life was slightly simpler and began to wonder if it might not be better to just stay.

Stay here forever.

Where nothing could go wrong, where he had a place to eat and sleep, where he had people to lean on, to cry with, and to laugh with. He learned to love here, to grieve for his losses, and to care for every single person who joined his little safe place.

He began to wonder that if he was good enough, maybe the god he worshipped would allow him to stay. Maybe bring his family back to enjoy this beautiful place he'd been able to call home, and maybe... maybe...

Hope in Bert-Bert blossomed.

So, my lamb began to dream that maybe his wish would come true. He was already strong enough, so defeating the bishops shouldn't take him that long; he just had to try harder. He just had to wait a little longer.

But something happened during a crusade in Silk Cradle, once again, an incident with Shamura. A follower of his flock was turned against him, and while he was deliberating between his need to regain his believer's consciousness or defend himself, a vision came to him.

An old memory.

His brother, Ando, raising a dagger at him. Empty eyes. Tears. Blood.

And the events of the past and present merged into something my lamb thought he'd already forgotten. The impotence. The pain.

The death.

My lamb killed that follower and lost his way as his will to continue this crusade faded. Distracted, he was killed by a heretic, attacked from behind, and ended up bleeding to death while still trying to recover from the shock of the vision.

He ended up at the feet of the One Who Waits, the god who seemed to have given him everything, and for the first time since accepting his crown, he hesitated. Because he remembered his brother.

And it was as if everything suddenly became clear.

The moment his desires had begun to change, the moment he decided to stay, the faces that had once been important to him had vanished. His memories were gone.

His priorities had shifted.

But my lamb remembered his older brother. He remembered everything.

And he was afraid he had made a mistake again.

A serious mistake.

At first, my lamb refused to distrust the god to whom he had given his life, his new life. He ignored the warnings and the signs, trying to believe that maybe when everything was done, he could still revive his brother. His family.

His lord would allow it; he had to. He had believed in him so much; he had done so much for him. He had to.

But it wasn't like that.

So my lamb had to fix it.

And so, devastated and doubting his own power, my lamb confronted him and defeated him. He brought him into the cult, denied his former divinity, and presented him as Narinder.

A mere mortal, now just a follower, just someone they saved while freeing the god they worshipped. Just another one of the crowd.

Just another lie.

The cult kept its name, its doctrines, and its altars. My Lamb maintained everything as if nothing had changed. As if he had done nothing.

As if nothing had happened.

My lamb covered everything under a weak lie, changed the narrative, and, without anyone contradicting him, turned it into the truth. He hid behind it and looked for a way to redeem himself before those he believed he had abandoned and those who had given everything for him from the beginning.

His family. His older brother, Ando.

He had to bring him back. Whatever it takes.

Because he didn't want to do this alone anymore. Live. Change.

Ascend.

And I could go on forever about his hasty ascension, the resurrection of the bishops, the arrival of the goat, his journey through purgatory, and his leap toward a new discovery that, I hope, will add a new twist to this already long story.

But I'll leave it here because I need to save something to draw (>u<)

And that's all XD

¡Good night!

There are ten billion personal Lamb interpretations and all of them are correct (and also the other characters but I suffer from lamb favoritism)

If you're looking for an excuse to ramble about your Lamb or AU (or any cotl character you have) take this post to do it NOW

[bunnisweetii]

“To Be Honest..” Henry Hoove X F!Reader

(TW: Drinking, Small discourse, +18, passionate makeout, NOT NSFW but definitely a little Spicy, only light themes of sensual tension)

(Pink= You)

(Red= Henry) SUMMARY vv:>

• “ You’ve been visiting Henry for a few days now, the more you hang out with the Henry, the more this overwhelming feeling of butterflies bounce around in your stomach, sweaty palms, and trembling form when your next to him, the more dangerous for you, Now your basically dancing with the grim reaper as you’ve been offered out to drink with Hoove, alone in the laundry closet, is this a chance to deepen the relationship? Or possibly mess up and he hates you for life, who knows!”

“I’m not nervous…. no no.. I’m not nervous..”

You’ve tried to convince yourself that this meeting with Hoove wasn’t gonna leave you a flustered mess considering the context behind Hoove’s words from the day before, after watching the hanks win their game, Henry was left beaming and cheery like he was promoted by his job, expressing the glee between you two as you both sat on his couch, only light was the TV, he was slouched, you were sitting upright, alert and a bit tense noticing Henry’s arm behind behind your seat with his arm stretched out lazily behind the headboard of the couch, as the game went into intermission and the temporary cheers were over, but there’s a feeling between you two that didn’t want to end the night.

“ I was thinking, I’m having so much fun with you, I’ve honestly want to hang again but what do you have in mind?”

“How about some drinks!”

… Wow.. really..? And you know that you’re a mess for him..?

At best.. you did it to yourself…

But on the bright side! Henry didn’t reject, matter of fact he was so on board that he was gonna call off work for the next day and buy some alcohol and snacks for the night, he was showing such friendly and welcoming energy, like he needed to hang out with someone for a while and now that he has you, he doesn’t want to waste any chances, at least that’s what it looked to you, you had no idea what this man was thinking about, what he could possibly do once your over, your extremely nervous and anxious and felt like twitching since…

You’re spending the night.

That’s right. Henry had offered when he walked you out the door to make sure you didn’t have to walk all the way back upstairs, not wanting you to get hurt after he got you… wasted, or that’s what we assume since at this moment.

You’re walking towards the landry closest with your heart pounding dead in your chest made you feel like you were having a heart attack, you spent time trying to find a cute outfit but nothing too much, you didn’t wanna show off… but.. you did have one certain outfit just in case if the occasion turns south.. in a good way.

(Outfit: 1 Current outfit your wearing)

(Outfit 2&3: bedtime clothing, the 3rd outfit is under the 2nd outfit)(scroll down to see outfits, 3rd outfit is a two piece strapless red Lingerie, not shown)

“Hey! Just the gal I was waiting for!”

Henry blinked at your current outfit as he scoffed for a second, he had a grey compression t-shirt, with semi low waist plaid black and red pj pants, with vacuum theme red Hoover slippers on his feet, he already had a casual drink of water in his hand, behind him his place looked clean and nicely set up for the night.

“.. Woah, nice outfit but I did say bring PJs for a reason girl, we gon be partying till the moon crashes on the shore!”

The male snickered immensely as he pats your back, leading you inside as you blush and clutch your bag with your head low, he was right, he did say wear pjs but the thought slipped your mind, this whole entire ordeal was making making you flustered, spending the night with Henry Hoove, with games and drinks.. plus he’s been in a much more lively mood since his bag was emptied. Thanks to you, Henry was gonna be able to move around without feeling winded every few minutes, matter of fact he was already dashing to the kitchen of his home, once inside there he was grabbing bottles he said aloud.

“Hey! I’m gonna be making us some of my favorite classics! Why don’t you go change and come back do that way we can be comfortable together.”

“Oh yeah sure thing!!”

Henry grinned but there was a lingering of a curiosity behind his eyes as he watched you watched away, eyes dead lingering on your hips, he checked you out, it wouldn’t be his first time but he felt his entire body have a rush with anticipation, causing Henry to put a little too much alcohol in his Motor Oil Classic Drink, without noticed his eyes didn’t leave your body until you were inside the bathroom, he exhaled gently as he mumbled.

“I’m gonna need more than this to survive the night.. hopefully (Y/N) can hold her liquor like me..”

He would never get anyone purposely drunk but he was still pouring a tiny long line of liquor in his drink, he gave (Y/N) a reasonable pouring amount, enough for a buzz but damn Henry basically gave himself 30% of his drink while you had 5-10% of liquor in the classic motor oil drink, with that out of the way, Henry carefully walked the the pitcher of the liquor he poured, and two glasses in his hands, once he sat on the couch and waited for you to return.

Meanwhile

Staring at your PJs in the bathroom mirror, almost for ten minutes you’ve had stood in here just mentally preparing for the true part of the night begin, you had no idea where this was headed until your right back in the living room with Hoove, after a while of standing around in your long red pjs with a special pair underneath, soon you were walking out the bathroom, hair brushed back behind your back, fiddling hands as you walked around the couch and right next to Henry.

“H-..Hey waiting for long?”

‘Oh god…’ you thought to yourself after the semi voice crack slipped through to show how truly anxious you were with a large grin that said ‘help me god.’ As you sat there, leaned over, holding onto your knees, the moment, the tension that grew.. the drinks that glistened in the light as you wondered how far this night may go, nervously you grabbed the remote and turned on some show while Henry sat there’s casually looking at you.

“No…”

You were too nervous to see yourself but he looked at you fondly, arms slumped to his side as he said.

“Well, I did get worried for a minute but I figured you needed more time to doll up, so I didn’t bother—“

“Dolled up Henry..?”

“Pffffft—“

You started to giggle as Henry turned to the side to defend himself as he proclaimed.

“Hey! That was my best guess, unless you want me to say you were getting ready to look cute for someone specific!”

“Hahaha—! Wait-.. WOAH!! You think I got dolled up for you?? Hah-..hahaa!! In your dreams..!!”

But you didn’t mean that. At all, but you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any futher with Henry, but you noticed the hint of rejection in his eyes, like he didn’t expect that to hurt his feelings for a moment.

“Of course, right.. sorry, how about we watch the show..”

Oh fuck.. you know that tone but with the context… was he upset because you truly didn’t dress up for him, odd you thought.. but .. WAIT..

“… Wait.. Um.. did you..—“

“Don’t worry about, look the hanks are playing again.”

“…. Right…”

It was almost like the drink flew in your hand like Thor’s Hammer, sipping gently as you looked away with a bit of shame, you really liked Hoove, like you REALLY liked Hoove, and messing this up was the last thing you’d wanted to do, you felt the liquor sit in your stomach like a pool of cold thick syrup, the taste of engine oil on your lips lingered as you kept sipping the drink like water.

Little did you know Hoove was pouring his next glass after numbing the temporary feeing of rejection he felt, trying to cope while the woman he truly liked was next to him, he didn’t want to mess his chance up either but he couldn’t lie, he didn’t know how to feel and the liquor was only making him honest.

Honesty.. just be honest.

Time skip.. >> 8:04pm - 9:55pm << (Night time, being almost cool with a breeze as light rain started to pour)

Blankets covering your form as you were totally buzzed, not anxious anymore but almost spacing out as they continued to watch the 5th round of the Hanks brings dare devils, now you glaze your eyes over to Henry after not speaking for almost a good hour or two.

“To be honest.. I did dress up for you.. I was just too embarrassed to admit it.”

Before you can even think, the words slipped out of your mouth before you can thought about it, now you’re mentally dying inside, feeling your stain h turned and curl up as you waved your hands around trying to make a light jest out of the embarrassment you’ve put yourself in, then again your buzzed, near drunk, the way you feel was almost unbothered, unapologetic but still polite of course, but the liquor had you talking like you were in a interrogation room.

“I wanted to impress you.. I was.. HIC .. anxious.. because I really reeeeeally.. like you Henry, and spending time with you has made me a very happy participant.. I know you.. don’t do relationships or closeness at all.. I’m saying a lot I shouldn’t but I’m really fucking into you hoove..”

…. Well you’re definitely gonna have the most interesting hangover of your life soon, and a headache.. maybe heart ache.. a panic attack would be best suited but your damn near swaying, you slumped against the couch, haft unbutton top of your PJs that just loosened over time, showing your neck to collarbone and near cleavage, and mind you, you said this with your head hanging behind the board of the couch, mouth agape, eyes closed, arms slumped to your side like you feel asleep, didn’t help your cheeks were flushed from the liquor.

“Yeah sure, you just said a minute ago you wouldn’t dress for someone-.. HIC.. like me.. what.. are you trying to play my feelings..?? It won’t work…”

“I know what I said but let me be HONEST!”

You exclaimed, emotions rushed for a quick moment as you crawled over to Hoove on your palms and fore legs on the couch as you express yourself.

“I was just scared! You can’t blame me for that!”

“Hmph.”

“Hoove.. come on—.. HIC.. I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—“

“You didn’t hurt anything.”

“Hoov—“

“Listen to me (Y/n), if I said you didn’t do anything, then your just fine—“

He proceeded to pour more of his drink but to be honest on his end, he was hurt but protecting himself but he knows damn well he didn’t wanna do that with the way you were positioned on your hands and knees, the way your cheeks were flushed as his, dazed eyes like his, almost slurring your words like his, oh god. He was mad but he was being extremely tempted in this moment as he holds his own, but of course he’s not mad at you, he never was, he just felt like a fool for thinking that you could ever like him, little did he know that you did, you REALLY did, and now it was just the moment of those two, sitting almost awkwardly.

“… Look.. I like you a lot.. I do.. and I don’t wanna mess things up..”

You reached for his hands which you hold in yours, sitting on your knees as they touched his outer thigh, he sat sitting up, back against the couch, slumped a bit as his head holds upright but downward tilted.

He looked over very slowly, and like that it was like a snap, the tension just washed over the both of you, he was really losing his grounding, but I’ve been lost yours as soon as you messed up, now trying to fix your mistake.

And like that, the air was cool, eyes were locked, and it’s like thier bodies moved on thier own.

“… You like me..?”

“Yeah I do, I like spending time with you and..—“

And just like that, his hand slowly began to enloped in yours, his eyes stern and trained in your face, leaning in, almost subconsciously but then again, you two were buzzed, hoove was near drunk with the way he almost numbed himself out for a moment but right now the scene changed, Hoove was slowly pulling you closer to him as you spoke.

“—I just don’t wanna fuck anything up between us-..”

“You aren’t…”

And just like that, you pecked the corner of his lips, you did go to kiss him but for a split moment you realized what you were doing before you’ve tried to pull back, he pulled you right back in and kissed you, for a split moment of shock between you two, lips together, you two were just there for a moment, before minutes later his lips began to move, slowly removing his from yours before his arms slowly cup your hip, the other on the small of your back as he adjust himself to carefully slide you into his lap, strangling him.

“Hoove—“

With your eyes nearly rolled back as you gasped his name with pleasure but a bit of it was suprised, you didn’t think you’d get this far with the many hate routes you’ve ended up getting, but this time, you’ve never ended up like this, making out with Henry on his couch while the hanks still played on the dimming lights of the Television (Telly will be back in 5 business days), and now for a moment, it was you and Hoove finally.

Hips bucking and grinding after 10 minutes of intensely making out, biting lips, the room being filled with moving of fabrics and the smooch that left the lips between you two, you could say Henry was a passionate yet hungry kisser, just like you he’s not wasting a single moment of this, no matter how buzzed or tipsy or drunk you two were at this point, the drinks still haft filled, the pitcher was haft was filled, but now you’re getting you haft fill as much as Henry.

“Sweet.. god you’re so sweet..”

He would mutter a breathless moan into your lips before you two were at it for another minute or so before air was needed and lips became very numb to the touch.

You can even say that was the best makeout session you’ve had, you’ve made up and made out! Congratulations!

“.. Hah..”

“.. Woah…”

“Woah.. indeed.. fuck..”

Yeah you two liked that a lot, your sitting on his lap, the collar of his shirt was stretched due to you tugging on it, his pants had thick lump, definitely a happy camper inside the tent if you understand the lingo, your thighs on his, acting like compression pillows, both were glistening from light sweat, flushed cheeks, haft lid eyes, and overall hot and bothered.

You two just stared at one another before Hoove grinned again.

“… You okay Hoove..”

“… You wanna see some stars…?”

“.. Some.. stars..?”

What? You thought to yourself as you giggled lightly, confused before hobble tugged in your shirt of your pjs and slides them down to reveal your lingerie under, making Hoove get a dangerous joint in his eye as he leaned down to kiss your collarbone sweetly.

“Yeah.. I’m gonna make you see stars..”

“Wait— hahah!! Wait!!”

He said with a whisper as he wrapped his arms around your form, your body against his bulked toned body, his muscles felt like smooth rocks to the touch, as he held you carefully, you’ve ended up being bounced upwards into the air, and with that, Hoove carried you away with the intent to search for a private area, the giggling you’ve kept doing until it was faded from the living quickly turned into a closed door and gentle thuds against it, both of you enjoying each others lips and company for the entire night.

The Moral Of The Story Is…

Just Be Honest :)

[corvusalbus93]

Astarion – From Minion To Person

After seeing @dgalerab post about Astarion experiencing a sharp genre shift, going from random minion in a dungeon, to romancable companion in less time than it takes me to make coffee (here), I thought about this line again:

"The strong had two centuries to pluck me from torture, but no one came. ..."

Astarion seems to be familiar with tales and stories, bringing up princes and princesses in some dialogues throughout the game, planning a line involving Drizzt, before dismissing it. In the two centuries frequenting taverns, inns and other such places, he probably heard his fair share of stories. Sources could have been gossip, bards or adventurers themselves, boasting about their deeds – about how they slew vile monsters. Undead.

Cazadors palace is also filled with books, and I could imagine on days when he wasn’t punished, while he had to wait for the sun to go down, he would read. It’s one of his idle-animations, Astarion states that they weren’t allowed to read books of/in the Kozakuran language, which implies others were fine.

Perhaps, at least for a time, they provided him a form of escapism.

But if so, when did the realization sink in that no one would ever come for him, like in those stories? When did he have to face the fact that even if heroes came to kill Cazador, like any other villain, that he too would die? That his place in the story was that of a nameless lackey, an obstacle, disposed of in a clause. That they wouldn’t save him, but come to save other people from him.

That is kinda what that look tells me. Not only did the strong never come to pluck him from his torture, but they never would have, because of what he is. In the end another monster did.

This is something you can challenge as the PC, especially as a good aligned Tav in this particular instance, since (depending on your individual backstory) they are a normal person/adventurer. The type of person he believed would never see him as anything but a monster, would kill him without a second thought – but instead they accept him, trust him. Treat him no different from the others in the party. Not a monster, but a person, who just so happens to be a vampire – he doesn’t even have to hide it or play it down, once it’s out.

And in time his other companions not only accept him as well, but are actually willing to fight for him. No question, no discussion. The moment they hear of the rite, killing Cazador is on the group activities-list:

Karlach: “We’re going to keep Astarion safe. On my life, Cazador won’t touch him.” Wyll: “Now how about we go and reverse Cazador’s fortune?” Lae’zel: “Full-fledged vampires are not so easily slain. Astarion’s master will be no exception. Fortunate for him, slaying monstrous fanatics is a pastime of ours.”

Also in another conversation in Act 2, you can trigger a response in which Astarion states he wants to be seen as a person. In that context it was about him not wanting others (including the PC) to think of him in terms of sex, but I think that applies to him in general. Not a monster, not an object of sexual desire... but to be seen as Astarion, even if he himself is still figuring out who that is. And in romanced playthroughs, in the graveyard scene, he tells the PC he feels “seen” – after 200 year of dehumanization.

"I feel safe with you. Seen. ..."

He’s no longer the minion of a villain, a side character lost in the narrative, but finally the main character in his own life again – perhaps even the hero in it, if he so choses. And while no one came for him back then in those two centuries, there are people who stand with him now.

[cosmoknightchaos]

25 for any character I wanna read your ramblings

25. What is your favourite thing about your OC?

Wow. Dill asking a non-angsty question from an angsty OC ask? That's crazy man

Below are 29 OCs that I'm currently using enough to have favourite bits about them. Enjoy

A Hat in Time OCs

Horalo AU Skyscreamer: Baby girl. Favourite thing about her would probably be the fine line I have to walk between being a kind, caring woman and a motherly figure while writing her. Sky is supposed to be the cool older sister and it's a lot of fun to portray that in writing! The Flower Man: His dialogue. I fucking LOVE how this man speaks and it is so much fun to write. Also taking his lore out of context. He canonically has the most rizz out of anyone in the Horizon and it is my favourite fact about him. King Moonjumper: His personality specifically in the currently unreleased Act7. He likes playing himself up, seeming like a big threat, and then the moment something doesn't go his way he has a meltdown. He's so silley.

Wanderer AU Ester: I have a scene from the ending of Wanderer doodled out where Ester and MJ are standing in the frozen remains of Subcon and they are holding hands. It's just something about her being a scared, sassy, almost insignificant child, especially when put up next to characters like Graves or Snatcher who are much more lore-relevant, and yet she stays MJ's closest companion and most trusted friend throughout the entire story. Gravedigger: Absolutely anything that can draw more parallels between her and Gleb, the character she takes the role of. Mourner/Cathrine: Saying my favourite part of her character is that she gets my favourite song from Anastasia feels like cheating, but it's definitely up there. Probably her loyalty. She is, above all, loyal to her homeland, and refuses to let that part of her go after the freeze. She's one of the few characters not really running away from her past, but instead slowly coming to terms with it. Count Adrianne: He's a perfect example of a complex character who seems very simple on the outside and I love him for it. Either that or his relationship with Snatcher. They bicker like siblings because they were both older siblings before dying and are projecting on to each other and it's very silly.

Misc. Anya: Ouuugh. That's a hard one. Favourite bit about them is probably their coping mechanisms. They are so good at taking things at face value, accepting them, and then watching everything else devolve into chaos around them like a sitcom without doing anything to help. They speedrun the 5 stages of grief just so they can make fun of everyone else and completely fuck themself over in the process because they don't actually learn how to cope Kaizo: He's a whore what else can I say

Hollow Knight OCs (The Religious Trauma Squad)

Gospel: Her lore! She's so fucked up <3 Edge: One of the big things about RTS is that the main three characters go through very similar character arcs, but they're all in different stages of it. We first meet Edge at the end of his character arc, where he's already decided that most gods are assholes and he doesn't owe his devotion to anyone. Then, during the rest of the story, he gets to watch two other people experience similar events, and it forces him to help them because he doesn't want the to go through the same things he did. It's just a fun dynamic of him already knowing who he is and his heritage and being comfortable with that, and now helping others learn the same thing. Marion: His absolute and total devotion to the troupe during his time in it, and his relationship with Gospel after he gets kicked out.

Ivy

Jenny: She (in a way) dismantles the idea of a "Chosen One" hero and I think that's pretty neat. Morgan: She's just silly. Couldn't tell you why, I just really like her. Myo: They are a BITCH. Lying little bastard and I love them for it. They would murder someone, turn around, and go "I'm just a little guy it's my birthday you wouldn't punish a little guy on his birthday would you" and it would work. And, as the actual "Chosen One" of the story, it's fun to see them go over the edge trying to be the special main character.

Project Scepsis OS

Paisley: They don't let their past traumas and experiences define who they are and I think that's really neat! Marci: It's practically a self-insert and those characters will always be special to me. Also, it's just a blob. What's not to love? The actual answer is its story arc where it nearly kills Sonemeir on accident and traumatizes them both for life Kat: Her species as a concept. The idea of a shapeshifter who has to eat something to shift into it is fascinating to me. Prof. Sonemeir: He is so fucked up in so many ways. Dude has been through the horrors(TM). His entire character deals with the idea of legacies and how what you create will last longer than you will, which is really funny because he hates everything he's created and it will haunt him for the rest of his life. And also that aforementioned arc with Marci Creator: His character design. He is very fun to draw :)

ET's Coffee Shop

Phoebe: She is the best example of "some normal dude who got wrapped up in everyone else's shenanigans" and I think that's very funny. Also the fact that she is destined to kill her entire family. There is no escaping fate around here Altalune: Oh my GODDDD I am INSANE about this man. Definitive favourite thing is his character design, I fucking love his character design it is so good and so much fun to draw, but I have to shout out his relationship with ET because it's my favourite part of the entire story as a whole. Stopwatch: Everyone else in this story, including the two main antagonists, uses more traditional or magic-based weapons: Phoebe has daggers, Altalune and Tristen use swords and magic, ET has shapeshifting powers, stuff like that. Stopwatch, on the other hand, has a gun. Cirsten: She is too good for this world. So incredibly loving and caring of everyone at all times. Her and Audun are the best romantic relationship I've ever written and they make me so happy. Tristen Kannaroe: The way his name sounds. It just rolls off the tongue so nicely and it fits his character so well. And his character design. He looks exactly how he acts and I love it. Also, his couple hundred horrific "deaths" and the fact that he is immortal because Alta won't let him die. ET: I feel like I could say "character design" for every single Coffee Shop character and it would work. They're all so good. Anyways, ET's relationship with Alta and ET's death are my favourite bits. And also that he's kind of an allegory for neurodivergence. TQ: Character de- I step on a banana peel and comically fall down the nearest set of stairs. Seriously though. I have a bit running where all of the deity/god-like characters are drawn in a different style, and TQ's is lineless. They look so good in that style and I love drawing them. Personality-wise, I love how incredibly objective they are. They're so blunt and honest at all times, especially with Alta. It's really funny to see Alta try to justify his actions to TQ and them going "Okay but you did just level and entire city" Ayabe: Their backstory and their relationship with Stopwatch! Their magic is also cool as fuck. Crumpet: Yeah it's character design again

[theweirdestroller]

Every time the rat and I talk to each other about Transformers, some new AU or canon divergence comes into existance.

The latest of which is a Breakdown redemption for Transformers Prime that involves Breakdown taking most of Smokescreen's plot and screen time whilst making Smokescreen besties with Ultra Magnus.

Allow me to explain:

Breakdown properly switches sides somewhere during or shortly after Crossfire, or sometime around Toxicity for that nice replacement thing with Breakdown instead of Smokescreen. He gets to have his whole redemption arc, things happen, Darkmount happens, and Breakdown is the one left trying to save Optimus. (He also has the phase shifter at this point)

Now, you may be asking, "Where is Smokescreen?" And boy let me tell you!!

For this all to work, Smokescreen has to remain in the Iacon Hall of Records for just a little bit longer. For you see, after Alpha Trion knocked him out, he was sequestered away somewhere where he could remain hidden and escape on his own. This did not happen.

What did happen was one Ultra Magnus, just about to leave Cybertron, comes across the rubble of the Hall of Records. He scours the area for a short amount of time, hoping there's some supplies, relics, or energon he could use for the long journey to who-knows-where. He comes across none of the above. He does, however, find one passed out, rather young-looking Elite Guardsman. Magnus grabs the kid, takes him to his ship, and the two leave Cybertron. The planet's dead, Iacon had fallen, there was nothing left for them here.

So now Ultra Magnus is in space with an unconscious kid. Not for long, as Smokescreen does wake up rather quickly. Explanations are had, and Smokes discovers the fall of the very place he was supposed to be protecting. Magnus hears Smokescreen's side of the story as well. (Certain things aren't adding up, but he isn't sure exactly why. His best assumption is that there was a Con on the inside who knocked the kid out before the Hall was attacked.)

And so begins the very, very long journey through space.

I have so many ideas for this and so many fun things that happen. Not only do I love a good Breakdown redemption, this one isn't at the cost of Smokescreen. In fact! I would say that Smokescreen is having a much better time here compared to in canon.

[snailthimbles]

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[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[stephenkingspookytesticles]

I think the pushback on fics where kink negotiations happen is over correcting sometimes.

Yeah there's a lot of these fuckers who don't know the traffic light system and it's legit hilarious when they suddenly do - but sometimes a character is the kind of person who would. Sometimes kink, like real life kink, makes perfect sense with the characters in question.

Yes kinky people like to read the fantasy unadulterated version of their kink sometimes - but also? I'd love to read a fic about a somno bottom who is enthusiastically about it and negotiates with their partner exactly what they want and then gets it just 🤌

I doubt I'm alone here. Kink lifestyle can be an interesting subject to navigate in a story and not every instance of an attempt to touch it is someone doing their moral duty to show Ethical Kink Happening regardless of how well it fits the story being told ( - although a lot are. I'm not here to argue the pushback and/or loudly pointing and laughing isn't warranted at all. I'm simply pointing out kink as thematic exploration or character work gets sometimes painted with the same brush and it all gets labeled unnecessary.)

[caterpillarinacave]

Yeah okay I should go to bed

[princehendir]

What is up with Cullenmancers specifically and being so weird about the Avaar

[sonderden]

Physically, I'm already lying down.

Emotionally, I feel like I need to find a soft spot and crumple dramatically to the ground and lay down for a few weeks.

[koushirouizumi]

Digimon Adventure {Franchise} + Digimon Adventure 02: The Beginning {Movie} ~ 2012!TAICHI YAGAMI & (Ramen chef)!Daisuke Motomiya Serving Taichi (as Friendly)! [+bonus Vmon!] {DigiGift! (Official Art) From HERE} {"DigiGift" was a series of official revival artworks originally released one at a time on/around the 1st of every month featuring various characters from various Digimon anime!} April 2024's calender image was the very first featuring Taichi Yagami's full design from "The Beginning" film in near-full outside of being seen in initial previewed clips of the 1st minutes of the film!

{Light spoiler context under cut!}

Though it's not clear if this kind of scene would take place during or after the film, one can imagine where it might be placed in context with the later story! ("The Beginning" canonically takes place in 2012; Taichi's age should be around 22~ by Kizuna, and, 23-going-on-24 by "The Beginning"'s timeline!) Daisuke, who is always listed canonically as 2~ years younger exactly with no variation, should be around 21-going-on-22!)

I NEVER WANT TO HEAR THAT DAISUKE+02 CHOSEN WOULD SERIOUSLY """KEEP HATING""" ADV CHOSEN GROUP LONGTERM + OFFICIALLY EVER AGAIN

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Well, i have read the sample from Shusters book and what can i say. Now i get what the other anon was saying. Just from two chapters it’s already clear that Shuster is trying to paint Ze like some applause dependent dictator, who doesn’t give a fuck and his kids and wife(As Shuster wrote «Puts his work above everything else»🤡🤡)

Interesting, what you can say about that book because i’m already disappointed…

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[thegreatyin]

over the course of my gw2 career, some very important things have become increasingly clear to me:

1) bloodstone dust is simultaneously priceless and worthless and you both want hoards upon hoards of it at any given time because you can never have enough but also you should get rid of it whenever you pick it up immediately because it clogs bag space and is absolutely useless

2) literally every single road leads back to running the silverwastes meta. like literally Every Single One. ever. forever.

[ask-cloverfield]

or you could have a story that didn’t require juggling

[shabadarada]

Im not done relistening it bc the playlist w lyrics wasnt complete but Meant to be Yours is a Eudaimonia song ☝️