#more of scar's fangs :3c

[angeart]

...at this rate i might have to actually make use of the spicy sideblog i once impulsively made, huh.

[screampied]

Aaaa I sent an ask yesterday but tumblr said anons can’t send links so i think u did not receive it 🙂‍↕️

I am the vampire!toji anon hello :3 you’re so right about the longer hair theory likeeeee imagine him with some kind of mullet? Healed or fresh scars on his arms or face, long ass fangs and tongue

And UGH imagine he wears clothes like… old gothic type of clothes????

Can I become 🧛🏻‍♀️ anon?😭 you’re ab to hear a lot from me heheh >:3c

omg i wish i saw 🙂‍↕️ thank u anyway tho !! 🫶🏽

VAMPY HELLOOOOO 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽. no bc literally ?? when i envision vampire toji i kinda see like a mullet YES. or … kinda like suguru’s hair ? like its all grown out n long, its so pretty. he’d have a few strands covering his face, his eyes especially to make him more intimidating n mysterious mmm

oh he’d have fangs for sure 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️. think of all the bite marks he’d give us, literally everywhere. i think vampire toji’s fav place would be to bite near our thighs oh im sick

he’d have the best styleeeee. i can see him in lots of ancient type goth / vampire attire. i was thinking colors maybe like black, red (ofc) and maybe a dash of like a dark purple + burgundy ?

[thespiderwhisperer]

IT IS BLORBO INFODUMP TIME FINALLY 🔥🔥🔥 the first and my obvious favorite and my "main" pc: Asher Blackwell, aka the Eccentric Toxicologist >:3c (and by infodump i do mean infodump. i will be rambling incoherently LMAO)

ok so i obviously went into flondon completely blind about what to expect from it and didnt think id end up ""roleplaying"" as a character with the (first) acc i created so i kinda went into it with "me"/my sona in mind to determine the choices i made

but that quickly changed LMAO. some time after i completed the new newgate tutorial i became just so,, enthralled with the world and what i could do in it as i played. my first thoughts/impression for my character was that he was gonna be some sort of scholar/scientist (or more specifically biologist or entomologist) that had a connection/motif with spiders. because of the (my) autism. you understand.

none of the ambitions really fit asher/his personality/his motivations, so i went with Bag a Legend in a sort of 'he's fresh out of jail/to the neath so he needs money obviously, right' in reference to the 4 mil echoes offered to hunt the vake that bal's premise was described as. it ended up more as him studying the neath's flora and fauna in a more scientific way than a financially-motivated one, but still technically for the dept of menace eradication, which then led to him hearing about the vake.

then, for some reason (i have since forgor) he was going to,, slowly turn into a spider-beast kinda like a werewolf almost? like with the extra eyes, limbs, growing extra hair all over his body (like a tarantula) that he'd have to hide/explain away to other people. something something accidental transgender allegory or whatever idk. and that was in addition to being gay, which is what had gotten him exiled to the neath (aka he didnt choose to come down of his own accord, and he got actually sent to new newgate prison rather than the whole "its the quickest way down/in" that the tutorial mentioned (iirc anyway lmao)

since then his character has, well. changed a lot, obviously. but i have the sketches/drawings from way back when (aka aug 2024) of him <3

these are the first two i made! the first was on its own trying to get a handle on how i wanted him to look and the second being from a character sheet i filled out to figure out the details of his personality instead. obviously since im biased he needed to be purple and spiders. the first was more obvious in the turning-into-a-spider thing with the pedipalps at his mouth, and giving him extra eyes and the facial hair (which he didnt have when first entering the neath). the second is a lot more in-line with his current/'final'/'canon' design. the scars across his nose are from 'hunting'/fighting the vake, and the two near his mouth are from being bitten by a sorrow-spidwr. he only gets the one extra eye, which was from when he fought the spider-council and died (aka his first and only death). speaking of death, his main motivation early-on was to avoid dying down in the neath so he can return to the surface to see his family brother again. but, of course, things dont always go as plan. for example making said brother into my second account and making him a Seeker. whoops.

ANYWAY i drew asher again a while later once i had more of Him figured out, which ended up being a redraw of that second portrait of him:

look at him go! isnt he so handsome now?? so much so that he's my pfp rn xP it was literally only like,, a few months but flondon had me in a creative stranglehold and my artsyle improved p quickly cause i was drawing so much djxbxh.

i kept the extra eye and the scars, but he only has his lil fang there cause i thought it was cute, not any spider-related reason. i changed the accessory on his,, jabot i think its called? idk i dont know historical fashion. anyway instead of being a spider its more related to his new motifs of non-spider-related eyes and wings, which also hints at his future at the end of his ambition (no spoilers for that just yet :P)

ive drawn asher more since then obviously but theyre separate things that ill probably be putting in posts of their own. also I STILL DONT HAVE A FULL-BODY DESIGN OF HIM?? its mostly just overcoat-shirt-corset for the top and then. just pants and Big Boots. its been 7 months but ive unfortunately hyperfixated on my light fingers pc instead </3 (unfortunately for asher anyway, im having fun with my new blorbo xhsbzh)

for all the posts of asher ill make (including this one), ill be tagging them as both "#asher blackwell" and "#the eccentric toxicologist" which probably wont change ever but fair warning jic ig lmao for ease of searching. if either of those tags already exist for something/someone then no they dont 💜

[perelka-l]

Because Pokemas gives people CHOMPERS and more often than not it's Dragon Trainers (Raihan, Zinnia, Iris...) then my shiny new hc that possessed my thoughts is that All Dragon Type Specialists have Fangs and Claws and as such it's incredibly easy to spot when someone has a Dragon BF/GF/SO due to sheer sustained damage from closer encounters :3c

Hopefully it won't scar too badly tho

[cornley-amateur-drama-society]

Horatio the Stray Cat That Lives Behind the Cornley Theatre

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This is probably one of the more accurate depictions I found. All it's missing, really, is the white tip at the end of the tail. I also added the crown and halo (hello!) to emphasize Chris' view of Horatio. In general, Horatio only really goes near Chris and maybe Trevor and Max, but Horatio senses The Vibes™ at the time of The Coup, so he was very aggressive towards Robert, but not aggressive enough for him to get carted away by animal control. Even after Robert and Chris got back to better terms, Robert was always a little afraid of Horatio. (Rightfully <3)

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Alack, there was no option here for the outlining to be in a slightly lighter color, so it's hard to see the nose and mouth bits. I adored the sparkles because in my mind, this is Horatio's love at first sight moment at Chris. He saw this thin, unpleasant man because he was just betrayed by the people he had worked with for gods know how long, and he was like, "I can fix him. Or I can make him worse. But either way, I will be there."

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All I hear in my mind when I see this is, "Bleh <3 >^_^<" It's such a cheeky depiction of Horatio, and I liked the ability to have the lil fang poking out.

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I think that this is pretty cool, and I like that I was able to put this many scars on him. I fully believe that our lad has been around the block and back several times. Blep :3c

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This maker was a little difficult for me to figure out at first, but it was really neat, and I was able to place the scars myself. I really love the ear part, because this is truly the closest that any of these had done the same as my mind.

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AAAAAHHHHHH THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE HE'S SO PRECIOUS AND CUTE I LOVE HIMMMM *clears throat awkwardly* I mean, the art style here is very cute and I enjoy the crayon/colored pencil kind of style of outlining here. The hearts are literally me looking at Horatio. Also, peep the rainstorm in the background <3

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This is the least accurate to the vision, but it is my absolute second favorite version here. Splat. And there's a frog. It's so cute, I adore this.

[szilverer]

since i already draw them a lot, I'll just take the opportunity to ramble about a few details behind their current appearance & stuff :3c

(tl;drs in blue)

- Starting by the most notable physical characteristic that Reisz themself latches on to as part of their identity, their scarred face:

The lacerations went deep enough to have damaged muscle, so that side of their cheek has reduced expression. It's most evident when they smile too wide as it gives them an asymmetrical crooked aspect.

some days are better than others. like all scars, the weather also has an effect on it. this is something they could fix nowadays but deliberately choose not to.

It also got in the way of speech (specially in the beginning as it healed) so they learned to never raise their voice and to talk moving as little of their mouth as possible. The physical difficulties + neurological difficulties combo after the coffin all contributed to developing them into someone rather quiet & expressionless in London – Reisz usually wears a polite reserved smile and not much else.

(yes, in contrast to all silly faces i usually draw them in... the context for these are them either 1 alone or 2 in parabola, where nothing matters. on their day to day london life, though? Resting unreadable vaguely uncanny neutral face)

In terms of other scars, they have slashes and stabs here and there, but they're nowhere near the state they used to be prior to the devouring.

- Aside from the pastel twilight gradient their preferred colours are reds, blacks and whites. That's technically their representative colour scheme for art. I also use dark blues to represent them but that's more due to the association with LF, depths, and a certain flower.

They literally only have these clothes:

(i make a few logical exceptions for period-accurate underwear & stuff like that but at the same time this is also one of the reasons why i decided to make them wear bandages instead lol.)

Between these, they use their new Slinky Dress and the Dignified Tailcoat the most for daily wear, almost like an uniform; the Parabolan Suit for serious high society business™; and the Ivory Gown for social gatherings (also what they usually wear around their husband, since its the dress they got married in)

- Reisz has excellent body awareness and therefore excellent posture! Standing at more than 1.81m, they are taller (and heavier) than the average victorian. The exception is when they're on fighting mode: hunched forward with bended knees, center of gravity low, half cryptid half wrestling stance. Optimal for pouncing on & tackling.

- They don't know their age and they don't care. People place them anywhere around 25. There's no leftover teenage youthfulness on their face but no actual lines of expression either. They've been through quite a few long-term stressful situations but their face hasn't been affected at all, in fact. Not like they would notice that though

- Reisz has a whole arsenal of body modifications they've designed on their MA/SA studies, but they don't sport all of them all the time. Claws and fangs are commonplace in London so these are more constant. Their favourite bodmod is their (relatively recent) knuckleclaws :3c

there's a couple of changes that just happened to their body without their knowledge as well, such as their pupils getting narrower (unclear if feline or serpentine influence), irises getting cloudier and bluer (stormy-eyed) & their tongue splitting halfway (connected with fingerkings too hard)

#1

What does your character look like? Do they have any notable physical characteristics? Do they have a set colour-scheme? What's their posture like? How old is your character?

[decapod-appreciator]

quick hcs for the idols so i dont forget how to draw em

other notes ⬇️

- Callie has a scar around her eye from Literally Being Shot In The Face, but she covers it up w makeup

- Shiver’s scars look a bit like shark gills :3c

- Marina, Callie and Shiver are all relatively muscular/fit, but it’s only really obvious on Marina

- Pearl used to have a few facial piercings, but she stopped using them and they healed over

- Marie and Callie are significantly more expressive with their ears than the others

- Marina has an undercut

- Frye has a lil bit of a lisp bc of her fangs

- Pearl’s eyes r really light sensitive

- Octolings tend to be bigger than Inklings overall, Shiver’s actually considered quite short by octo standards

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

lifetimes of scars both visible and not

(au, not canon, this is all related to my unreasonably extensive timeline)

(they're married)

(she/her for flash)

i definitely made some of the text too small 😂 new tablet has given me too much power (pressure sensitivity)

closeups:

crow's feet :3c i wrote "1987 – 2005" but really it's probably more like "1990 – 2005" but birth year was easier than trying to decide exactly what year harrison started to be a piece of shit 🤷and also really his abuse did continue intermittently even after flash moved out in 2005 but not consistently since flash wasn't around him very much after that (but like, there's the incident in 2006... and some later incidents in 2013 ish) — that's what the ptsd is referring to also though by this age i think she's mostly fine... small things can still get to her of course but by 50 she's very well-adjusted and much, much happier than she was 30 years ago.

and of course... recovered/recovering alcoholic... that's kind of a lifelong thing of course

carpal tunnel is just from using a wheelchair for 30+ years

also not a wound or a scar but flash will have been on hrt for like............................ 20 years at age 50??? i think? so... boobies 😂

the three rings on her left ring finger are engagement, wedding band and an anniversary ring peter gets her for their 10th (wedding) anniversary (they'll already have been dating for like 5 years when they get married though) — she's also wearing peter's wedding band on her right ring finger on account of his arthritis causing him problems + often already not wearing it because of spidey, but you can't see her right hand in this pic and i decided not to label it since it's not exactly a scar or lasting injury

peter gets a soul patch in his late 40s because it's a law of the universe that if he's middle aged he needs to have questionable facial hair and i didn't feel like trying to draw the full goatee when i designed their older looks and i still don't (also because he looks too much like dr strange when he has the goatee AND the white streak tbh lmfao)

if peter lived into his 50s you know he'd be going fully silver w/in a couple of years already — the stress 😂 it's making him a silver fox... well. it's given him a skunk stripe at least (cause i always think it's cute when he gets a white streak when middle aged in comics)

he's got that fuzzy neck and fangs too from man-spider (even w/ the missing front teeth XD) (normally he wears partial dentures but i figured he probably doesn't sleep in them) — missing teeth, broken clavicle and one of the times he had his right scapula broken are all from the same incident which happens in 2032 and which i haven't written yet but may or may not involve a Kraven of some kind... (the first time he had the same scapula broken was by the jackal which i ALSO have not written yet... but is 2012)

busted-ass nose from when he fought doc ock around high school graduation and insisted he didn't need it looked at

ptsd is from the jackal as well, as mentioned not written yet.

also peter is 4 months younger than flash, thus 49.9 😂😂😂 it's ALMOST his birthday here okay, he's basically 50,

obviously flash has some of her own scars... maybe not quite as many as peter but losing both your legs probably counts for a few XD

and i decided to draw her a little bit fuzzy cause she's 50 here and she doesn't shave (her body) all the time anymore but... you can barely see it anyway since the hairs are red XD

trying to decide flash's level of muscle as a 50 year old woman is also difficult and i am still not sure how much tummy to give her... i probably could have given her more, though i guess she and peter still have a lot of sex....... either way i know she still has those guns even with carpal tunnel in both wrists lol

similar dilemma with peter but peter has the wrinkle of needing to eat over 5000 calories a day just to not lose weight so i think he's more likely to remain very svelte on top of refusing to like, retire from spider-man... bro take a break you already have arthritis and nerve damage which i forgot to label,

(the nerve damage is from the burn scar though) (it was real bad) (i haven't written that one yet but it's in 2009. nothing complicated, he just runs into a burning building to save people while wearing a polyester costume is all—not Trauma, just Stupidity) (...i mean, medically speaking it's burn trauma, but)

compression glove for aforementioned arthritis. he has arthritis all over, like his shoulders and stuff, but his left wrist is the worst because of when fisk broke it and he set it himself at home so it never totally healed right, but is manageable until he hits his forties and it starts getting arthritic before any of the rest of his joints 🤷 actually iirc it probably starts twinging in his 30s... but by 49 it's his whole arm for sure... plus his right shoulder... probably most of his fingers... left knee not arthritis just the nerve damage... wouldn't be surprised if he gets a sore neck from all that spidey whiplash... probably tennis elbow too lbr... yeah, he really should retire lol

also you can see his weird ribcage divots from when the extra arms in man-spider fell off...

flash and peter both got the knuckle scars—peter normally wouldn't but in 2007 he is currently spending a lot of time busting his knuckles open (peter: um some people mangle their hands punching steel and concrete to cope,) so they don't get a chance to heal fully and he ends up with scars from it.

sexual assault survivor referring to both skip in 2000 (which is finally being mentioned more concretely but i have made allusions to before) as well as the jackal in 2012 (which i have not written yet but have a lot of notes for) (well, i have a lot of notes for all of this, really,) - those are also both the major sources of his PTSD, particularly the jackal, though he's got other traumas too like his abandonment issues (parents' death) and his uncle's death... he's just been through a lot in general. unlike flash he isn't like, mostly fine, either, and therapy didn't really work out for him, so he's on... meds lol though idk maybe by 50 he doesn't need them anymore..... when he was in his 20s and 30s for sure though... he is a man prone to flashbacks and nightmares... hyperfixation... and 2012 will be a very traumatic year for him if/when i write that fic...

anyway it's fine, he's fine,

here's a foot for all the foot fetishists out there

no scars there i just really hate drawing bare feet and think it turned out sort of okay

the red things are how they die btw. peter gets taken out by [insert organization here] (i'm still working out the details, idk if natl guard or shield or what... or WHY tbh lmao i just know it happens)

this is actually out of date (as of 2025) as I scrapped the idea of Flash dying of a broken heart, so, ignore that one.

regardless of if i have her live longer than peter or not, though, i don't think she's surprised when he dies... like, upset yes, but... there have been so many times she's worried he'd never come home so it's only a shock in that it's emotionally devastating, not surprising at all. a long time coming... RIP

tfw you're outlived by your clone with a compromised lifespan (barely)

anyway i got way more rambly than i meant to on this XD

[spice-and-pills]

more pepper/ren writing, this time featuring pepper fucking up ren’s legs by dislocating his knees and ankles >:3c i def want to write more of pepper disabling ren hehehe

Things had been going relatively well, Pepper thought. Ren was typically very obedient and she took good care of him, having picked up his things and buying him a whole new wardrobe. She even took him out on dates, letting him get whatever he wanted while out. So why was he becoming more brazenly disobedient, if she was taking such good care of him? It pissed her off. It was like he was testing his boundaries, and she wouldn’t let him get away with it any longer! 

“Ren?” she called out to him after finishing up work for the day and closing the shop, making her way up the stairs. Sensitive ears picked up the padding of soft feet as he half-ran over to the top of the stairs connecting the apartment and the shop just in time for her to join him. She smiled at him, sickly sweet as she shaked an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “Were you good today?” 

His ears tilted back slightly as he glanced off to the side, guilty expression giving him away like a dog who did something he knew damn well he shouldn’t have. “Um.. I.. did my best..?”

“You don't sound very sure of yourself,” she muttered, gaze cold and steady. “Look at me, sweetheart, what’d you do this time?” 

His gaze met hers with uncertainty, staring nervously but not looking into her eyes. At least he was obedient about not making eye contact, his eyes flitting to examine the various soft curves of her face and the sharp fangs she bared. He didn’t respond, as if he was weighing his options. He shifted slightly in her grasp, reaching for something hidden in his clothes. As soon as Pepper spotted the glint of metal she grabbed the hand holding the knife, pinning his wrist to the wall. In his hand he gripped a kitchen knife, eyes wild with terror.

“I treat you like a prince, and this is how you treat me in return?” she snarled, grabbing the knife with her free hand and tossing it aside. “I take you out, I feed you and I don't lock you up or hurt you and you want to try some shit? You’ve been so disobedient all week… I guess I can't just trust you, huh?”

“I’m sorry, it was a lapse in judgment, I didn’t mean it!” 

She huffed, still tightly gripping his wrist as she dragged him along behind her to her office. The walls were decorated with various taxidermy pieces, and her desk was well organized with various scalpels and other tools. Ren’s eyes widened as she tossed him into the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. He fell roughly onto the floor, yelping in pain. She hadn’t been this rough with him since he tried kidnapping her the first time they met. Sure, she’d smacked him around a bit during the beginning weeks, but nothing this intense. 

“I’ve tried being nice, but clearly that isn’t going to work anymore. You’ve been disobedient all week, so it looks like you need to be taught a lesson. Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. That’d be a waste.” Pepper got to work grabbing supplies as Ren trembled on the cold hardwood floor. “Strip,” she demanded, pointing a scalpel in his direction.

He quickly began peeling off the various layers of clothes, gently setting them next to him. At least he knew that if he damaged the outfit in any way he’d be getting an even harsher punishment. He pulled his knees to his chest, wrapping his tail around his legs as he sat there, naked and shivering. Pepper knelt down in front of him, setting down a few different tools to the side. She grabbed his knees and pushed his legs back down, promptly sitting on his skinny legs and narrowing her eyes. He tried to shift, clearly uncomfortable at the sudden weight atop his legs, but at this point he knew better than to comment. 

“Now, tell me exactly what you were thinking would happen with your little plan, darling,” she hummed, grabbing the scalpel and glancing at the various scars littering his body. 

“I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I just wanted to go out by myself, I didn’t have a plan. I’m sorry..!” 

“You know you could have just asked me to take you out,” Pepper stated matter-of-factly, pressing the scalpel into his shoulder blade and slowly sliding it through his skin to create a thin, long cut, made with expert precision. It wasn’t deep enough to cause any real problems, but it was deep enough to sting. He winced, gritting his teeth. 

“I.. I know.” 

“And yet…” she tsked, shaking her head. “You know, I don’t want to have to do this. But you’ve really given me no choice at this point. If you won’t be an obedient little doll, I’ll make you into one my damn self.” She grinned as she carefully, lightly cut across his joints, as if butchering an animal. She never went too deep, but enjoyed watching the blood well up. Pepper licked away the blood wherever she cut, licking her lips as if she was enjoying a delicacy of a treat; well, she basically was, anyway. 

Ren shuddered and shivered underneath her with each lap of her tongue, squirming and panting. Pepper barked out a laugh, biting harshly at his neck, easily leaving a harsh, deep bite mark behind and he keened. “This isn’t supposed to be a reward, my little doll,” she hummed thoughtfully, wondering how else she could punish him without causing too much damage. She peeled herself away from him, pulling him by his legs so that they were resting in her lap. He let out a noise of surprise as he plopped onto his back, head bonking slightly on the floor. 

“This is going to hurt, darling. But just remember, you did this to yourself,” she announced, and he looked at her questioningly before screeching in pain and clawing at the hardwood as she tightly gripped his thigh in one hand and his calf in the other, pulling hard enough to dislocate the joints. She’d used her knee to brace his leg against as she did so, feeling around to ensure she hadn’t damaged a tendon. Though, what did it matter if she had? She repeated this on his other leg, then moved to the ankles. Ren sobbed openly in between shrieks and cries for her to stop. He clearly wasn’t used to this sort of pain, having passed out by the second ankle. Once she was sure of proper dislocation, she stood, brushing herself off and picking Ren up bridal style to put him to bed. 

Pepper gently redressed him into fresh pajamas, bandaging his cuts. She loosely wrapped his knees and ankles in ace bandages, finally tucking him into bed. Looks like her doll was going to need more training than she thought.

[its-kall-the-clown]

KALL!

The void wishes to know how the relationship between Shu Fang and Sun Wukong is like. Are they silly loving? Serious? Soft?

The void needs to know for reasons that will remain classified until further notice.

well Void Anon, that's a bit complicated!

because currently, they aren't in a relationship and are kind of in the pre-flirting stage.

and by pre-flirting I mean Sun Wukong is trying his best to show he's seriously interested and Shu Fang is taking it as frat boy vibes who would flirt with anything because his pick-up lines are SOOOOOooOO bad.

he's not very good at flirting. most of it comes down to really cheesy pickup lines because "w-woman....pretty....brain no work" (I mean same) he's genuinely trying tho!

Shu Fang would probably would be more receptive of the advances if she didn't have so many trust issues. I mentioned before in the past she has a scar on her back, she got from being too trusting and I was actually working on a drawing so I could have a kind of reference for it so you get to see the WIP! (still needs shading propper background)

however, once she works past her trust issues, ( and Zhang Xiu gives Wukong her blessing @jazzywazzy070 XD) I feel like their relationship would be a combo of soft and teasing. they would be incredibly sappy with each other and I would imagine both their love language would be touch/quality time. social grooming, cuddles are a MUST!

but they also tease each other a lot because Wukong is just mischievous in nature and Shu Fang is sassy. they would have a lot of banter between them that always ends in a nuzzle or a kiss to show they don't mean any of the jabs they throw at each other.

however, that is IF they end up together. I might be planning something angsty >:3c

thanks for dropping by Void anon! this was fun to info dump about! :D

[merrybandofmurderers]

more demon POV stuff ;3c

A bedroom snaps into being around them. Above and removed, a cage as well as a pedestal. The mountain peaks are fangs against the sky, the moon a lonely eye peeking through the window.

Desire stands on one side of the room. A door is open behind it, the wind a cold caress. It still wears Dorian’s form.

The Bright One stands across from it, girded in metal and leather. The room is dark, but their eyes glow. Their hand glows, too, matching emerald holes in the gloom.

“You are tenacious,” Desire purrs. It knows what Dorian’s voice does to Lavellan.

Lavellan’s expression is stone, a deep line of displeasure between their brows. “I could say the same of you,” they murmur.

“Yes, well.” Desire fiddles with the cuffs of Dorian’s elaborate outfit. It is easy to evoke his mannerisms; Lavellan has paid so much attention to them. “I find you enticing, what can I say?”

“You won’t get what you want from me.”

“No, I’m starting to see that.”

They raise a brow, dubious. “Really.”

Desire grins. “It’s been fun, but I’m not one to waste time on a dead end.”

They fold their arms. “Leave, then.”

Desire sighs, takes a few experimental steps forward. “You know, I’m trying to do you a favor.”

“Sure, you’re a true spirit of generosity.”

“Aren’t I, in a way? I’m here to give you what you want. It’s not unfair to expect a little in return.”

“You can’t give me what I want.”

A few more steps. “How do you know?”

The Bright One stalks forward, meeting Desire unflinchingly. Desire can feel their body heat, the sizzle of magic energy along its borrowed skin.

“Do you even know what I want?” they demand, a growl along the edge of their words.

Desire leans back a bit to fully take in Lavellan’s expression. Hard, severe, accentuated by their scars. But underneath, frustration, desperation. They are backed into a corner and looking for a hand to bite.

Or a hand offering an out.

tagging @mrs-theirin, @gaysolavellan, @midnightprelude, @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas, @cciarants

[thetwstwildcard]

hehehehe which of my ocs would your ocs hate the most? >:3c (If it’s too many just limit it to like my wna girls and your main 7 bc. favouritism)

You forced me to read, you're lucky I love ya cause if not I wouldn't do this (jk) 🧡

Kiara would definitely hate Lauren

Soft spoken and struggles to convey her thoughts? Kiara would be baring fangs before she even finished a sentence "Just speak, worthless herbivore!!!". As a girl who was also born only to better her parents social status and will be forced into a loveless marriage to better their status more, Lauren's romantic idea of love and prince charming would piss her off (doesn't help her "prince" experience is Leona). Not to mention she'd hate a "cutesy" flower nickname

Nasira would hate Dorothea

She's far too energetic for the seamstress's like. Nasira likes to stay on one topic and elucidate. Nasira can put up with Kalim as it is her job, however others who share his personality are not as lucky. Her "jack of all trades" would bother Nasira as she traded away basically half of her lifespan for magic, while Dorothea seems to take her talents for granted. With how Nasira is I can see her finding Dorothea draining (and the girl is already almost permanently tired from the curse draining her life daily)

Lyss would be grumpy with Mallory

Lyss is probably my most chaotic oc, being tainted by blot and having pacts with demons just adds to her chaotic nature. So to deal with someone who's paranoid of the paranormal would annoy her. I can see her even going out of her way (in good fun on her end) to cause more paranormal bad stuff to happen. Lyss would just scare the poor girl constantly by being herself and she'd get annoyed

Veil would despise Priscilla

Envy and jealousy turned to loathing? Yep. To be a monstrous merfolk and yet be considered loved and beautiful while Veil was scarred and isolated for just existing? Oh she'd hate her. I can see her thinking Priscilla is just playing a part to be liked, while even when Veil tries to be helpful people are afraid of her. While obviously people can be afraid of Priscilla's monster form, Veil's monstrous features show even when she's in a human appearance with snake fangs showing when she's mad. Veil does not care who she hurts when fully in her merform so to know Priscilla is aware of what she does and is conscious of her behavior would bother Veil. A "just be a monster, stop trying to be liked!!! They'll.... Never like who we are anyways..."

[beelas-bees-art]

Mcyt sketch dump 1(?)

Wanted to practice fleshing out some designs for characters but obviously I can’t fit much on one canvas :’D

Let me explain some design choices! (Warning: I get rambly):

EVERYONE ON THE SMP IS A SHAPESHIFTER! YEP! I DON’T MAKE THE RULES! Some people just don’t like to change their appearances much! :)

Let’s start with Big T: This Tommy is during his alliance with Philza and Technoblade, he dons a uniform like theirs and wears his blue shirt, his gold chain resembles his discs so he always knows what he’s fighting for! Braces and face scars for ~character~ (i’ll probably forget to draw them tbh) During his time in the arctic he forms a raccoon tail! He sometimes forms fangs to 1. look cool or 2. be intimidating. Doesn’t shift much but definitely changes clothes lots.

Next, Skeppy! He wears a box on his head! He only takes it off around Bad because underneath it’s revealed that he’s encrusted in diamonds! He covers up most of his body to prevent the rest of the SMP from finding out, only Bad and Dream (blackmail) know. He’s afraid if the SMP finds out, they’ll hurt him. In combat there’s many unspoken rules, one of them is to not aim for Skeppy’s box, if it does get knocked off however, he will crash to the floor to cover his face. The diamonds also fit with him being one of the richest people on the SMP. As with everyone, there’s certain characteristics you can’t shift away, either temporarily or permanent, so the diamonds are stuck on him. (Like with animal or mob characters, if they shift to be human they will still have some animal characteristics) Doesn’t shift much. 

Awesamdude! Not much on him, he’s a creeper donning gold armor and a crown he found in the older days of the SMP, he switches out for netherite sometimes but prefers gold. Can’t explode or he loses a canon life. Paws pads :3c  Doesn’t shift. (by choice).

Bad! Literal demon, also, literal ray of sunshine. Only wears casual attire around Skeppy, when his hood is down you can see his halo. Wears glasses when relaxed or crafting. Can become VERY SCARY. Eggpire Bad is very sad when he’s alone. Doesn’t shift outside of dangerous situations.

Lastly, TUBBOOOOOOOOOOO! Tubbo is a character who shifts ALOT, he loves shifting! For examples: Under Schlatt’s administration he subconsciously shifts to look like Schlatt, also does it in casual situations or under distress. As president he wants to represent a brighter future for his citizens so he shifts to have bee characteristics (and no he doesn’t sit on his stinger although he can use it without dying) When he’s happy he’ll subconsciously shift to Tubbee. Tubbo has a very positive relationship with shifting unlike most citizens on the SMP.

That was alot but it was fun! Maybe recc me characters to draw? I’d like to do more! :)

[emerald-amidst-gold]

questions for dragon and wolf otp ❤️ 11, 17, 25, 31 & 50 :3

Let me tell you, I just adore rambling about these two sad, but beautiful fools. And I'm so happy that people like me rambling about them enough to keep asking questions! >:D

So, let's get ANSWERINGGGGG! >:3

11. Who is the most physically affectionate?

Fane. Fane, Fane, Fane, Fane. Fane is 100% the most physically affectionate. A lot of times, he taps into old habits that he used to do as a dragon when he's with Solas. Nudging, nuzzling, resting his head in the other's lap, etc. As time goes on, Fane branches out and develops more ways to express himself through touch. Leaning his shoulder against Solas', reaching out involuntary to hold hands, sitting behind and wrapping his arms around the other while burying his face into a shoulder, etc.

Fane is touch-starved. He would never admit it, but he is. All his life (both draconic and mortal), he's received only ridicule and harsh treatment. So much so that he disassociates from reality and goes numb, and that's even with Mhairi and Cyfrin around him. It also doesn't help that his literal body is a beacon of pain due to his scars. But, all it takes is a brush of a hand against his own, or cupping of his cheek from Solas and the world sings and feels. It seems cliche, but Solas and Fane both know how it feels to walk through life believing it to only a bad dream. They take solace in each other, and Fane desires it through touch. Not always, of course, Fane and Solas merely find joy in existing in the other's sphere, but when nights are cold and the world feels silent and grey, Fane needs more than what Solas' eyes can offer.

17. Do they ever trade clothes?

Ohhh, you're outing me with this question, you fiend! X'D

*takes a deep breath and taps two fingers together* ...Yes. Yes, they do.

Okay! So, obviously, Fane is built different than Solas. I like to think of Solas as being about 5'7 in height. I also like to think his overall structure is slender, but not like impossibly lithe. It's an in-between deal, but Fane is vastly different in structure and height.

Fane is 6'1. He's not as broad as Bull is, and that's because I don't want people to envision Fane as Qunari in build because he's not. He's athletic, but not immovably bulky. He retains the body shape of the Elvhen--slender and agile, but he does have more muscle mass due to the draconic aspects of himself rolling over.

...And because he wields a heavy ass sword to the point where he can swing it with one hand and barely lose his balance with the momentum. (BUFF ELVES FOR LIFE >:3c)

Anyways, the reason I put the above is it explains why Fane can give his clothes to Solas, but Solas rarely ever gives his clothes to Fane. Short story; Fane's would fit Solas, albeit it loosely, but Solas' wouldn't fit Fane.

...Fane isn't hard pressed by that though. He secretly enjoys when a bucket of water somehow finds its way from the rookery down to the elf's desk, soaking him and forcing him to change. *sips tea* Ahhh~ Nope. Not hard pressed at all.

25. How do they comfort each other when one of them is scared?

Presence, presence, presence.

Solas and Fane find joy in existing around each other without words or touch, but they also find comfort in that, as well.

Fane usually has border-line panic attacks after one of his nightmares and when he has to suffer through a bout of retching from either magic or memories of blood and flesh being torn and ripped from his body. During any such episodes, Solas will ground Fane--asking him gentle questions of 'where and what'.

For example: If it's after a nightmare of his father, Solas will ask, 'Vhenan, do you know where you are?' If Fane manages a nod or a shuddering sigh then Solas will continue with, 'Can you tell me where?'. If Fane responds with the 'correct' location then Solas will shift and ignore the 'what' part of the ritual, instead whispering Elvhen and soothing reassurances of, 'You are fine, ma'isenatha. Breathe. Breathe. Take your time, and I know I am here for whatever you need, whatever you desire.'

However, if Fane struggles or can't articulate then Solas will delve into asking the 'whats'. He'll prompt with simple questions like, 'What is solid?' or 'What is cold?'. These open ended questions are meant to reconnect Fane to the physical world, to pull him from the Fade and his spiraling fear inch by inch by urging him to think beyond what initially caused him to plummet (in this case, his father). This process can take quite a while, depending on how entrenched Fane is in his mind and his memories, but when Fane finally does manage to reconnect and utter, 'I'm...awake... I'm awake. Just a nightmare. I'm in Skyhold. I'm in Skyhold..' then that's when Solas will pull his dragon's head close to his chest and stroke his hair, offering familiarity of a kinder essence.

Now, when Solas finds himself quivering with fear, be it from his own nightmares or a momentary sensation of the world closing in, then Fane will do what he does best; observe. This might seem odd, but Fane does this to determine what will help Solas best. If Solas is tensed up, back rigid and shoulders hunched in a defensive position, then Fane knows to use his voice to coax the man back from the edge. If Solas is prone, posture defeated and visibly shuddering, steady hands trembling and chest rising and falling with increasingly sharper and sharper and sharper breaths then Fane knows immediately that he needs to reach out with touch. Not suffocating with an embrace, but just a grasp of hands, stilling the fearful tremors and giving back control. Fane understands how desperately Solas wants to be in control of any and every situation that involves himself, so the moment he detects the hint of terror in blue and grey from it being lost, then Fane knows that Solas needs him to help him get it back.

Once Solas reestablishes that control and the tremors stop, Fane will silently open his arms for his wolf and if he chooses to take the invitation (which Solas usually does), then Fane will always whisper, 'This dragon will catch you as many times as needed. So, let yourself spiral when it becomes too much; I'm here. I'm always here.'

...As you can see. I think about this a lot. X'D

31. Who is the big spoon and why?

To be honest, Fane and Solas take turns. PFFFT!

It honestly depends on how they both move throughout the night! Though, when they start out, Fane is the big spoon because he has a tendency to...curl. XD

So, you know how dragons are shown just kind of curling up like large cats? That's what Fane does with Solas. He'll burrow his face in our dear wolf's neck, pull him as close as he possibly can, and just...pass out. It's one of the fastest ways Fane falls asleep, actually. Solas, at first, was like, 'Fane? ...Fane?', but once it kept occurring all it got were fond chuckles and a single utterance of, 'Good night, ma'isenatha.'

...Fane just chuffs in his sleep and Solas has to try and keep a straight face. My boy is feral. Don't let him fool you. Don't.

50. Who makes the best flower crown?

You all are catching onto me, aren't you?! Aren't you?! *dinosaur scream*

Indirectly, Fane was the best at making flower crowns. Yes, you heard me. Was.

---

Fane used to wander away from Solas during the time of Elvhenan, seeking the forests and the mountains instead of enduring the piercing eyes of the Evanuris and the boiling rage that nearly made his icy core melt with its heat. As such, he would start...poking around in the meadows, draconic curiosity taking him by the horns. Once, during such a necessary venture, Fane stumbled upon a vibrant patch of blooming Gladiolus--golden and sweet. They swayed with magic and spirited wind, twinkling with the song that encased the entire realm.

They were beautiful in a world that had steadily been on the decline.

Fane nudged a bloom with his snout, blinking and huffing as a bell rung from it--glittering essence drawing out from the center and cascading to the earth below. Had the flower just sang? Sang as the spirits and elves did? He found such a thing curious, and so he had nudged another.

Ring. Another bell. He then nudged another golden chime. Ring. Another bell! They did sing!

Fane huffed again, cool breath sprinkling a light frost over the chiming flowers, but they endured with their beauty, with their eternal nature. His burst of air spurred up glittering pollen, wafting the sweet scent of these delicate bells up to his nostrils without preamble.

They smell of honey, Fane mused and began to gingerly nuzzle into the tiny patch, seeking more sweetness, more beauty. Why had he never seen these blooms before? He had graced this world for many, many centuries, and yet, never once had he observed golden Gladiolus. How odd, but it gave him an equally as odd idea.

The wolf likes honey, yes? Fane thought, eyes narrowing as he stopped his mindless snuffling. A feeling of warmth engulfed his snowy core, scales bristling from the foreign sensation before it ebbed away. Why did he always feel so...strange when he thought of the rebel?

Fane huffed harshly at the warmth coursing through him, actually shaking his head a bit before fixing the dazzling buds with an intense stare.

The wolf likes honey. Fane nodded in agreement with his mind and, with one edge of a sharp fang, sliced into the stem of the sweet bloom of gold. He nudged the severed flower to the side, snorting a bit when some pollen invaded his airways, but shook it off to continue gathering more.

Fane made short work of the small patch of Gladiolus, rising with pride to gaze upon his bundle of petaled nightingales. Each one softly chimed and glimmered, not at all perturbed by being uprooted. He supposed the foundation of magic was not so vile, so long as it was used as it was intended.

Now, I suppose I should head back. Fane growled under his breath at that thought. He didn't wish to go back to...to there. The lair of deceit and pitiful, self-proclaimed 'gods' who had nothing but desire in their single toned eyes. But...the wolf was there, and he wan--no, had to stay by the wolf's side.

Heat filled Fane's core again, making him growl once more and shake out his scales as they bristled with a sensation unnatural. Why did he keep getting so warm?! It was mid-spring! Not the height of summer!

Fane growled as the heat stubbornly refused to abate. Begone, begone, begone! He huffed heavily as the ember trickled away, leaving him cool and all together, snowy. There. Better. It must simply be the magic in the air. It is stronger within these woods.

With the heat of oddity gone and his mind decided, Fane turned his head to gather up his...bouquet? Is that what the Elvhen called it? He had seen arrangements done, but none of them held a flame to the golden blooms he--

Fane blinked, eyes staring down at...a spirit? Wait this spirit who was now holding his flowers was--

Wisdom. Fane immediately thought next, form slowly relaxing as he caught the familiar sight of the kindly spirit. Their body ebbed and flowed like the silk robes worn by the Evanuris, but not for a need to flaunt. It was merely their nature, their being. A womanly face gazed up at him, serene smile in place as golden flowers were cradled in ethereal arms.

"Greetings, White One.", Wisdom greeted, swirling eyes of magic and knowledge somehow appearing fond. "I see you have found a rare flower this day." They gently jostled the bundle in their arms, golden essence puffing forth and sound like that of jingling Sentinel armor.

Fane tilted his head at the spirit. They knew of the flowers that sounded of bells? Before he did? Odd, but he supposed spirits of Wisdom would know such obscure things. Wisdom chuckled softly, voice that of a tender breeze.

"I know many things, isenatha.", Wisdom said, communicating with him easily. Although, most spirits did. They gracefully floated down to the ground, images of legs folding depicting the image of them sitting. "Just as I know of a perfect way for you to present this gift."

Fane blinked and found his eyes darting to and fro, trying to avoid the knowing gaze of Wisdom as they smiled serenely up at him. Damn it all! How he wished his disconnection to the minds of others and they to his worked on spirits!

Wisdom hummed, mimicking the chime that sang from the flowers as they picked one up with a delicate swoop of their hands. Fane watched from his peripheral, somewhat intrigued while still wishing to rebuff he had picked the flowers as a...a gift? How ridiculous! He had only want--thought the wolf would enjoy the scent. Nothing more!

"Please, sit, White One.", Wisdom beckoned with patience and a gentle voice. Their hands began to directly interact with the blooms, summoning a tendril of magic to fabricate a vine. "This will take but a moment." A smile danced on their wispy lips, upper half of their face hooded by a vision of a hooded cloak. "...And I have no doubt Fen'harel will be warmed when you offer him this particular crown."

Fane made a questioning growl, but Wisdom offered no more, resuming the odd task of weaving magical vines and twinkling gold. He watched for a time, curious and puzzled, but soon, he found his body carefully lowering to the ground. He curled up a bit, resting his maw upon his claws and observing the act of the spirit quietly. He caught another smile from the kindly spirit before their face went neutral, focused.

A crown.. Fane mused as he watched just that be formed from both the natural and the imaginable. The warmth from earlier began to invade his body again, but this time, he made no moves to shove it away, so entranced by the delicate weaving of gold and blue. He merely narrowed his eyes and watched, letting the ember steadily grow. I want to see the sky smile.

Fane completely missed the tender look in Wisdom's otherworldly eyes, so besotted by the idea of a sight he shouldn't, but would desire.

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Oh GOD, I blurbed! *yoinks this snippet for potential fuel for later* >:3

[silverryu25]

Ok so what if sans was a keeper in a rare species rescue centre? Then comes in lamia red hissing and aggressive. All the other keepers failed to calm him down and go near him. Because they’re all trying to deal with him roughly and impulsively. And then sans comes in verrrrryyy slowly calm him down with his soft deep voice and his magic. Red calm down and is a bit hesitant to trust at first but then falls head over heal for his small blue lazy and calm keeper ):3

Noony I love this! X3 Sans being able to tame the big bad snek Red is the best >:3c

I do have a little different idea in my head for it if you are willing to listen ;3

Red gets rescued after he was found injured, head trauma. The rescue centre takes him in and patches him up the best they can but he’s left with a scar on his skull extending from his left socket up over his skull and down to his teeth. Unfortunately, the injury knocked his tooth out, one of his fangs, so he gets a gold replacement. But since it was one of the fangs he can’t be released back into the wild again until they make sure he can hunt with only one poison administering fang ;w;

So he’s stuck in the centre. And he’s pissed over it >:(

And we all know a pissed Red is the worst kind of Red. Meaning all the keepers (human ones) get hissed at, bitten or squeezed if they get too close. They aren’t sure why he’s so aggressive, but speculate that the injury might have been caused by a human, so Red doesn’t trust them anymore. But they need to get to him so they can check his injuries and putting him to sleep all the time is just a bad idea all around. They decide to test the "human hating” theory out by sending in a monster and see if he’d react better to them :3

Sansy happened to be volunteering in the centre at that time (Papy made his lazybones brother do it to get him out of the house XD) and they ask him for help. At first, he’s unsure if he should since 1HP and an aggressive lamia don’t mix well, but when he sees Red for a second... his curiosity gets the better of him >:3c

So Sans goes into the enclosure he’s kept in and he can’t see Red at all, the big danger noodle is hiding. All Sans gets is some aggressive hissing and rustling. So he sits down to wait. And wait. And wait some more. Being a lazybones, after a while he just falls asleep (please don’t do this at home folks! this is a dumb thing to do >.>)... dork XD

Now Red becomes curious of this weird not human in his “cage” so he slowly gets out of his hiding spot and comes to check. He’s slow and careful, watching out for any movement from the mystery monster. When he’s close enough he notices that it’s a skeleton monster but with legs (so weird) and that he’s really tiny compared to Red... like super tiny (sneks have bad eyesight and one of his sockets is damaged so he couldn’t see what Sans was from farther away). he looms over Sans, wraps his tail around him, not touching and leans down to sniff him (you know that tongue thing sneks do >:3).

The moment he processes Sans’ smell his one remaining eyelight expands in shock. The little monster smells good. Healthy. So he picks him up and carries him off to his den XD

Sans wakes up in a pile of coils. Very warm and feeling safe, with a skele lamia sleeping in his lap, hugging his waist, purring softly.

Thank you for the ask noony! It was adorable!

[faunusrights]

OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG //CHAPTER 20

i mispelt the title as ‘oofal hunt’ which, i mean, mood,

IN THIS EPISODE OF DEPRESSION TO THE MAX:

"Fuck you."

THAT’S IT. THAT’S-- THERE’S THE CHAPTER.

/looks at the chosen lyrics for this chap :hrm:

do i still have to a little introduction to this liveblog? twenty chapters in? methinks not so lets just get right Tew It shall we

“We’re here, Ms. Fall.”

/marks this next section down on the tally of cinder’s mistakes. we’re somewhere in the high thousands.

An old Dust extraction point, quietly rotting. Cinder’s mouth pulled. There was an abysmal dearth of kindling.

cinder: you know you could at least take me somewhere better suited for me to kick your ass. this is VERY rude. am NOT a fan. my yelp review will NOT be kind.

i love cinder counting up the numbers. you know honestly id be deeply charmed if someone saw it fit to bring half an army out to take me on. i mean, would it be a pain in my ass? yes. but also. awh. thanks lads! love how many of you blocked out this evening just for me x

"Sienna Khan!" Cinder could barely hear herself between the claws of that strange laughter. "Sienna Khan! It’s really—really—you!"

uh-oh sisters,

oh man sienna and cinder is just. look. WOOF. theres a lot here. a lot going on. a lot that HAD gone on. but also im gay so this tension is peak for me PLEASE lay it on thick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO!

Cinder stopped laughing.

"Overkill," she repeated, and in the same breath, crossed the tarmac in full immolation.

HELL YEAH BABEY. but also was the more the implication that cinder is an easy kill OR the implication that glynda’s the bigger threat that’s more annoying,,,,,,,,,,,,, well!!!!!!!! too late to find out now!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They clashed: once, twice, three times, steel on Aura, flitting through space, but—he wasn't faster than Glynda.

wait it’s the former i forgot cinder’s gay nvm

“Cinder. I mean it. I want to talk.” Sienna’s face revealed nothing. Her gaze stayed fixed on Cinder, as if she were searching for something.

What it could be, Cinder had her guesses, and all of them repulsed her utterly. She spat, “Well, I was only planning on sending your Lieutenant’s head to you in a box signed Love Cinder, so I didn’t really come with a speech prepared.”

SDHJGHJGSKFD SORRY IM LIKE. tryna liveblog but im also just :EYES: at everything here.......... im SO PUMPED for this cause im just SO CURIOUS,,,,,, WE’VE HAD SO MANY SNIPPETS,,,,,,,,, BUT IM HONGRY FOR MORE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

that said i feel like cinder’s the type of person who revisits arguments in her head hours later with new, better points, so i think she does have a speech prepared. in fact i think she has many words stored up in the ol’ meatspace, and all of them are very rude,

The Sienna Khan that Cinder remembered still had baby-fat in her cheeks and hadn’t learned to keep her thoughts off her face. The one she saw now had weaponized distance.

/stage whisper hang on that visual is cute dont put it in HERE where the TENSION IS

Quietly, Sienna went for her belt, pulling away something the same polished silver as her whip. It might have been an arrow tip, except that it was lethally barbed and looked like it had been modified to chamber Dust. Pale blue glinted within it.

Cinder darkened. "Ice Dust?"

sienna: i wanna talk sienna: with violence!

GOD ITS REAL INTERESTING CAUSE,,,,,,,,,, THERE’S A LOT HAPPENING HERE. glynda didnt Know cinder in any sense so we’ve very much been on the ‘let’s figure cinder out with glynda’ train like the whole. the rain! and the desert! etc! all very much thru the lens of glynda ‘i dont remember shit’ goodwitch! so now we have seinna who Knows Shit cause there’s so much history here and im like blease wait talk more first i want the KNOWLEDGE

[...] "Roman Torchwick is holed up in Vytal with your warehouses, and those two teens haven’t been sighted in months... But you wouldn't send them that far north, would you?”

“I wouldn’t send them anywhere you could get your claws in them.”

“The White Fang isn’t like that anymore. We don’t strong-arm children into our ranks. That girl—the snake Faunus—”

“If you say one more word about her,” Cinder said. “I’m going to do something drastic to every single person here.”

ACTUALLY TALK LESS TALK LESS LETS FIGHT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! AND NOT TALK!!!!!!!! A T A L L

Sienna's shoulders leveled. "This is not Hróðvitnir's White Fang anymore."

me: huh why do i recognise that name,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, me: oh yeah!!!!!!! that bitch,

HJGDSJKHGFDS we Love a homage to a classic au and to a cinder so good that id die for her. i mean id die for this cinder too but like that was another level of Die For. anyway. back to the au at hand,

“If I didn’t know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. “But I do know better. I found one of your parasites, sucking the life out of a town near the wastes. Bringing the White Fang’s protection. You should have seen how he protected them. There wasn't a child there without a fang or an antler missing."

hang on a sec, lets LEAP BACK in time for just a moment

okay so i nipped back to chapter five for just a hot second to see if there was a line that was particular pertinent, but also i found smthng else...

Violence collected at her twitching fingers, old scars across her body flaring with phantom pain. (Chapter 5)

“If I didn’t know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. (Chapter 20)

HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man. cinder. you got real fucked up huh. ANYWAY THAT WASNT WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR I JUST LINED THE CONTINUITY (because im jealous). what i was ACTUALLY looking for was THIS:

There would be another overseer, the inhabitants would resume their harried lives, and Cinder wouldn’t spare this town a second thought.

i said at the time in an emotional fit of pain that this was a straight-up lie but cinder is nothing if not a melting pot of emotional reckoning, and I WAS RIGHT. LET IT BE INSCRIBED UNTO THE STONES!!!! SHE DID SPARE IT A SECOND THOUGHT!!!!!!!! HELD IN HER MIND LONG ENOUGH TO RECALL THE DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST 2 SPIT IT IN SIENNA’S FACE!!!!!!!!! im telling you that cinder has SO MUCH MORE GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!! and heres my PROOF. PROOF OF WHY SHES AN ANGEL (ONLY ON TUESDAYS THOUGH [10AM-1PM])!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then: "Why don't you say," Sienna responded slowly, her expression slotting into place like a bullet chambering, "precisely what you mean, Cinder."

"Fuck you."

:’3c

cinder has such a way with words. i love her eloquence. remember that time glynda thought she was taking the piss out of the fact she was autistic at dinner? cinder yr a maestro. never change.

“You brought Beowolves to heel. You could turn a Goliath with a word!"

“I had—no—Aura! Nothing to protect me!”

:eyes: :thinking:

HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, INTERESTING??????? i feel like this is the first time we’ve heard of cinder w/o aura implicitly? unless im Stupit and dont remember a Got Dang Thing but HUH. does this. hm. huh. am i stupid. someone tell me if i missed a thing.

“This isn’t a diplomatic mission, Cinder. I simply wanted to know what their lives were worth to you—before we wipe our hands of each other for good.”

“That’s a funny way of saying only one of us is walking away from this.”

GOD,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i LOVE this scene a lot the interplay between sienna and cinder is absolutely PEAK,,,,,,,, PEAQUE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, im rly enjoying this. also im dying. but im enjoy it a LOT.

“The White Fang you and I grew up in doesn't exist anymore. We’re changing. But you… When did you stop caring? Was it when you cut your horns to be one of them instead?"

Dragonfire scorched Cinder's lungs, blackening every word: "I was never—your—people."

feels like its been a good goddamn whilst since i got to do one of these 👈😎👈, so let’s savour the moment

👈👈👈👈👈👈😎👈👈👈👈👈👈

aaaaaand savoured. lets continue.

Shaking with the effort of holding her strike, Sienna grit, "I won't relish this."

And Cinder howled, "I will!”

ah shit i shouldve said lets RELISH this to tie the whole theme together and-- and fuck it, combat scene. never good at liveblogging these. sdfjhgsdfghj

Gunfire sparked against her, but she honed in on him with single-minded intent, the kind she’d whetted to a razor’s edge against Glynda.

for a chapter following cinder escaping glynda, she’s thought about her TWICE now. huh. huh. interesting. gay. and interesting,,,,,,

It was nothing like fighting Glynda. This was bleak and repetitive: the second drove forward and Sienna covered his openings, stopping Cinder before she could rip his heart from his chest, and all the while, the gunfire whittled away at her Aura. It was a joyless tactic, no flair or heart, and yet—

HUH. GAY AND INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO FLAIR OR HEART,,,,,,,,,, i cant believe every time they fought cinder was actually just doing a shit job of flirting. the more you know.

The world erupted into flames. They grew massive, swirling around her like a hurricane—Cinder’s Aura exploded outward in desperation, like a dying star defiantly spending the last of itself on a supernova; one final flare, brighter than entire galaxies, if only for a single moment. Cinder felt flashes of bright pain through her muscles as if the fire was burning her from inside.

MAN,,,,,,,,,,,,, I COULD TALK ABT SOME UH,,,,,,,,,,,,, well. i could talk abt a few things here. but theyre kinda 👈😎👈 so i WONT,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but kno that i am having some Thoughts on the matter. hm.

“Prove it!” Death was thrumming in her veins. It had never made her brave before. It did now, the memory of Glynda’s blind, resolute stare heady in her skull. “Come and prove it! Do it, or I’ll hunt you to your last, miserable breath, Sienna!”

so remember when glynda had her little outburst at winter and i said that i love how cinder rubbed off on glynda in the worst way? i cant believe glynda ALSO rubbed off on cinder ALSO in the WORST WAY!!!! this is how u know this truly is a soulmates thing.

“It’s a shame you outgrew your swords, Cinder Fall. I would have taken them as a trophy,”

it’s with great disappointment that i must say: i agree with adam. the swords were hot. they should come back.

Sienna’s footsteps were whispers at Cinder’s back. The trap was closing. Cinder pooled flame in one palm. The other hand was useless, limp at her side. Impotent rage tasted like blood in her mouth. “I don’t even remember your fucking name.”

HJGKDSFKJHGFSDJDHGF GOD IM SORRY BUT THIS MADE ME LAUGH. WHAT A LINE. WHAT A LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may actually have to draw this scene that image is SO wonderful. just cinder, staggering, exhausted, and she still manages to just spit that out. im screaming. shes a champion. i think she won this battle literally just there pack it up her burns come in more flavours than one.

Beneath Cinder, Hati turned, scanning for an escape, but she didn’t drop Sienna’s gaze. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she said, “I’m told I’m something of a menace.”

firstly: AAAAAAAAA HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY BOY OH NO THATS NO GOOD BAD TIMES AWFUL FEELS MY GUY!!!!!!!!!!!! secondly: CINDER THESE ZINGERS ARE UNREAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST. I KNEW YOU LIED WHEN YOU DIDNT HAVE A SPEECH HOW MUCH MATERIAL HAVE YOU GOT IN THERE?????????

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

WAIT WHAT HANG ON

WHAT

WAIT

W H AT

okay wait hold on lets dial back i read ahead and dint live blog wait rthereghsdfgjhdffd HOLD ON

Cinder buried her face in Hati’s mane, hating them, hating, hating, hating. Black ichor clotted in Hati’s fur, tacky against her palms. Grimm didn’t have Auras to protect them, and exit wounds riddled Hati’s mighty body. Cinder’s heart lurched with fury. She could have screamed.

i read this bit and got STRESSED because hati is PEAK like hati didnt even fucking SHOW UP in og but i LOVE HIM and i knew shit would happen because its fucking offal hunt BUT

It should have been impossible at this distance, but Cinder could feel her gaze like traded blows, even nestled among the black of Hati’s pelt.

Sienna’s eyes shone like coins. They were cool, detached. Prepared.

She twisted her wrist and the whip flickered through the air in tight wheels. Its end glittered pale blue.

UH OH

Adrenaline cooled to permafrost in Cinder’s body, as though the Dust had already found its home between her ribs.

Cinder whispered, “Don’t.”

UH OH

Expressionless, Sienna gave a wide lash, and the jagged end of her whip released with a click. Silver sliced through the air, then through feathers and fur, with a sickening sound—wet and meaty as the arrowhead dagger buried itself deep into flesh. Hati’s whole body shuddered and Cinder only had a moment more before ice exploded from his ribs, ripping out through his pelt, even slicing into Cinder’s own skin. It speared him from deep inside, where the cartridge had sunk, impaling everything and rending him asunder.

JESUS JESUS CHRIST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JESUS CHRIST WHAT A VISCERAL DEATH SCENE HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O H N O T H A T S A N O G O O D V E R Y B A D T I M E

Cinder’s stomach jumped into her throat, and she held on tight to Hati, her bastion, her sanctuary, her family—held on tight like it would make any difference at all—like she could hold her family together with just her own two hands.

Hati dissolved right between her fingertips, and she plummeted alone.

like she could hold her family together with just her own two hands

OUGH what the FUCK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HEY THIS. HEY THIS SUCKED HEY THIS WAS A BAD CHAPTER WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EXCUSE ME????????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?????????? HELLO??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????? SIENNA???????? BITCH?????????? GO TO H E L L

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