#snout mode

[forevergoldgame]

Can I see full body pics of the characters?

Yes! (You can view these at any time in-game on their respective codex pages. You can also click to enlarge the image there!)

Snout:

Human:

And lastly, your goodest girl:

[lsdoiphin]

Been deep in the Forever Gold concept art mines, so have a redress of good ol' Uncle Kal (with snout mode) as a treat. Originally he was going to be working/living in the Midland under specific circumstances (hence the outfit he first appeared in) but as we developed the story/setting, the place he was supposed to live got cut from the setting. So! Time for some good ol' Southern fashion. Is he wearing pants under there? Don't know, don't want to know!

[lsdoiphin]

Even more unthinkable than the accusations of treason are the accusations of being unfashionable... that's Oscar alright!

VERY FASCINATING THEORY... but I don't think Oscar agrees. Not that he has any reason to have opinions on designing disguises or anything.

[right-brain-left-brain]

After eons of doing literally nothing, I've finally did it! The brainchild of my completely unhinged, crack-taken-seriously theory

Here is Costar! A child actor whose show was cut short with the sudden firing of his director, though there seems to be more going on than simply having the cord cut. Nowadays, he goes around doing his... thing (even if it's not enough to satisfy). Helping others, running a shop on Mediapolis' outskirts, try racing around Butterscotch Hills or the Dusty Bowl, and some more. Just any odd job would do. Deep down, however, he secretly wishes to return to his old set, if only to play around and reminisce. Maybe "wish" isn't the right word... Maybe "compelled"? Memories compel you to just suddenly attempt nostalgia in odd ways, do they?

As elaborated on a previous post, Costar comes from a word of the same name (meaning a lead actor sharing a role with other major ones) roller coaster (something fast), and sounds almost like Gaster if you stretch it

In the Light World, he's a game left in the console under Asriel's bed. With not much to do while its player left for college, it sits there collecting dust.

FACE is a

So yeah, that's my take on Chapter 3's secret boss. I do plan to keep these guys around when the official Chapter 3-4 finally drops. I have plans to use them as alt secret bosses. Which probably means I'll have to make alt secret bosses for Chapter 1-2.

[digitalsymbiote]

I love being otherkin/therian and having a fucked up relationship with humanity lmao

[relto]

finally dared to cut off the big bottom chunk of the snout..!!

[lsdoiphin]

I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE REALLY REAL... LOOK AT THEM!!

Xmas gift to @broncoburro and @lsdoiphin of "snout mode" Oscar and Kaitos from their WIP indie game @forevergoldgame! Had to rush to get these guys done when one of the blank collie figures got lost in the mail but somehow I managed to get 'em done anyway. :)

[zentendo]

Minecraft Legends Chucks Devs' Picks Down an Ice Chute, Enters Maintenance Mode

Heads up, blocky brigade! Mojang and Blackbird just dropped the ice pick on further development for Minecraft Legends, sending it into sweet, sweet maintenance mode. This frosty update means the crew’s moving on to greener pastures (or fiery nether dimensions, who knows?), leaving Legends in its (arguably) final state: polished, pixelated perfection. Sure, some adventurers might be hollering for…

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

Death and Domesticity

Pairing: Law x Reader

Summary: Law patches you up.

cw: F!Reader, Sfw, fluff, kinda suggestive?, blood, injuries, nongraphic, established relationship

a/n: I’m watching Dressrosa right now and I keep getting blinded by Law’s lethal face card. I whipped this up in like an hour so it’s not my problem if it’s cheeks 🙏

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Law glares at you as you slowly crack open the door to the medbay.  You have that look on your face, like you’d been caught with your hand in a cookie jar.  Spotting the sour look on your boyfriend’s face, you give a sweet smile, pulling up a chair right in front of him and shoving your hand out for him to inspect.

“What did you do?” There’s a gash on your hand, deep and long, right across your palm.  You pout at his annoyed expression. 

“I was carving Bepo.  From wood.  It was harder than I thought it would be.” You pull your thighs up to your chest and rest your cheek against your knees.  “Can you bandage it?”

“That was a stupid idea.” Law grumbles but he grabs a small medkit from his desk regardless.  The wound is just barely shallow enough to avoid stitches and Law wrinkles his nose as he watches blood steadily gush from the gash.

It didn’t matter the situation, Law hated seeing his crew’s blood. Including yours. Especially yours.

Whether it’s a paper cut on Shachi’s hand or a scratch on Bepo’s snout, it made Law irrevocably uncomfortable, nauseous even.

Law sighs softly as he wipes off the excess blood with gauze, his eyes slide up to catch you staring at him.  When your eyes catch his, you smile warmly again.  It makes Law’s heart beat just a bit faster and blood rush to his ears.

You so freely gave your smile to anyone that asked for it.  Sometimes it made Law a bit jealous.  He was supposed to have you all to himself now that he professed his love for you, so that should include your pretty grin, right?

Law clears his throat and turns back to your hand, soaking a cotton ball in antiseptic.  His thumb absentmindedly strokes your wrist, the ‘H’ moving back and forth.

“Ready?”

“Mm.” Law swipes and dots at your wound, pausing as he hears your sharp intake.  He glances at you from beneath his brow before quickly averting his gaze.  Your cheeks are slightly flushed and your bottom lip is caught between your teeth.  It looks just a little bit too much like when he…

Since the two of you had begun dating, Law had become much more of a… sexual man.  Of course he had experienced sexual urges before he met you, he was still a man after all.  But it changed when you boarded his ship.  

He became more conscious of what women wore, imagining what you would look like in them instead… and then what you would look like out of them.  Law used to scoff when he heard men talking about how hot it was when girls sucked on lollipops and popsicles.

Really? Get their dick wet from candy? That’s hilarious.

And then he had seen you unwrap a little heart shaped lollipop that you had stolen from penguin and stuck it in your mouth.  Those next few minutes were some of the most horrifying moments of Law’s life.  He couldn’t focus on anything as his eyes darted between his documents and the sight of your lips and tongue twirling the piece of candy around in your mouth.  He had just barely managed to grumble an excuse before scurrying out the door, his face as red an a tomato.

Everything you did was able to fluster Law.

Law glared down at your taped up palm, the wound expertly bandaged.  You had really ruined Law’s heart and mind, hadn’t you?

Ducking down, Law presses a soft kiss to the white cloth before pulling back to look at you sternly.  “I’ve briefed the crew numerous times on how to properly handle a knife, haven’t I?”

You grimace and nod, “Yes, I remember your lectures clearly.”

Not only is Law’s doctor mode activated, but also his captain mode.  He crosses his arms over his chest, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes.  And although you’ve seen Law be stern many times before, it never stopped intimidating you.

You lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself into his lap.  He scoffs but doesn’t push you off, tucking your face against his shoulder, you press a kiss to his jaw and peek up at him, waiting for his face to relax and for him to forgive your careless mistake. “It was just an accident, I promise it won’t happen again.”

Law purses his lips, god you were pretty.  You must be able to hear his heart beating in his chest.

“I bet it won’t.  We’ll be spending the next few days talking about knife safety and critical thinking.” 

You smack his chest with your uninjured hand and pull back, your lip curled in disgust.  “Can’t you make me clean the toilets or something?  I love you, but your lectures are horrible.”

“They’re not that bad.  And besides, I don’t want you doing any hard work until that thing is closed, I don’t want it getting infected.”

“You’re giving me preferential treatment again,” You hum, tapping his bottom lip, “You wouldn’t make Bepo and the others wait that long.”

“Stop questioning your captain.” Law huffs, swiveling his chair to face his desk once again.  “Now stop talking, you interrupted my reading.”

Your nose wrinkles, you really want to argue… it’s one of your favorite things to do, watch him get flustered and frustrated with you. 

But he seemed very engrossed in the comic he’s reading, it’s laying upon an opened medical book so that he’s able to snap the book shut at a moments notice and make it look as though he wasn’t a giant nerd.

Despite Law’s harsh words, one hand moves to circle your waist, and toy with your uninjured hand, his fingers sliding up and down the inside of your wrist and pressing against your pulse point to feel your blood pump.

It’s not long before you doze off in Law’s lap, and he takes a moment to admire you, the slope of your brow and the curve of your lip.  It made Law want to hand you his heart… literally.

He’d tried to do it a few times before; he would prepare a long, fancy speech, stutter and grumble his way through about half of it before giving up and holding his beating heart out to you.

You denied him each time, and it stung.  But you reasoned that it made you feel as though you were holding him hostage.  So you would wait until he begrudgingly put his heart back where it was meant to be before you would take him in your arms and pepper him with so many kisses that he felt as though he would die from embarrassment. 

Law wraps his other arm around you and tugs your back firmly against his chest, his forehead dropped against your shoulder.  Law wondered if you loved him as much as he loved you.  If your heart sped up every time he entered the room.  If you could never quite find the words when he tried to explain his feeling for you.

Law sometimes hopes you do

Other times he prays you don’t.

With a quiet groan, Law buries his face in your hair and listens to your quiet breathing.  His heart was yours, whether it was figuratively or literally. 

 You owned his heart, even if you didn’t want to.

~

[22ayla21]

I hope you do scenes of ifa's baby x reader, because I imagine the saurian that usually accompanies our handsome veterinarian would always be on guard mode with the little one. Although I also imagine that he would be the girl's assistant because they usually adore her, always close (as it also used to do during the girl's pregnancy). That and I suppose all the saurians around there would show tremendous interest in the newborn, showing great delicacy and sweetness seeing the baby (Even wanting to protect that little thing).

Pack of Love

When your husband is a veterinarian, and your friends are saurians, pregnancy and childbirth turn into true magic.

Pregnancy with a veterinarian husband is quite the adventure! Gentle, warm, and filled with love – definitely. But also impossibly noisy. Especially when every single saurians decides that you are now their most precious treasure.

At first, it was very sweet: endless cuddles, nuzzling with fluffy snouts, fruits appearing in my bag (albeit slightly nibbled), morning chirps and bird trills under the window. But as soon as my belly grew round, the saurians literally began to stand guard at the doorstep. One Qucusaur chick, Ifa's favorite and our mutual friend, started following me everywhere, waddling comically on its little paws and constantly muttering:

"Bro-tha! Brooo-tha!"

Apparently, it was just mimicking Ifa, but now everyone knew that "brotha" was the affectionate nickname for our future baby.

"He doesn't understand it's a girl," I laughed, stroking the feathered baby. "Or maybe he does, but his vocabulary is just like that for now."

Ifa happily watched as his unusual patients surrounded me with care that any grandmother would envy.

"I always said they could see right through people," he chuckled, tucking a pillow behind my back. "They just need to wag their tails to create a breeze."

I wanted to object, but at that moment, one zavrian actually tried to do just that.

And when our daughter was born – a tiny miracle with ocean-colored eyes and hair as white as the first snow – a completely new story began. Now, this little life was protected not only by Ifa and me.

The saurians organized a real guard! One large Qucusaur settled right in front of the door. Ifa's little friend flatly refused to sleep separately and made himself comfortable at the foot of the cradle. Others brought the ripest, brightest, and most fragrant fruits. Once, they even brought a fish. Not to feed her, but just to share their most valuable possession.

The baby gurgled and reached out her little hands towards their noses. Some patiently allowed her to ruffle their feathers and paws.

"Brooo," the Qucusaur continued to chirp, looking at the daughter, and Ifa, standing nearby, just shook his head.

"Now you and I, bro, are the most responsible." He winked at the creature, and then leaned down to me – now his wife, the mother of his child. "By the way, remember you said you weren't sure if you were ready for children?"

I snorted, rocking the baby.

"I said I wasn't sure if I could handle it."

"And now you have a whole army of helpers. And even a personal bodyguard," he nodded at the Qucusaur, who at that moment proudly straightened up by the cradle. "Maybe another one?"

"Ifa!"

He just laughed and gently kissed my temple, and the baby, as if in response, sneezed.

"Brooo," the Qucusaur whispered, snuggling against the blanket in the cradle.

And Ifa said quietly, as if making a vow:

"She is protected by love. The whole pack. Our whole family."

[forevergoldgame]

TWO DAYS UNTIL THE DEMO DROPS. (What are these two laughing about?)

How time flies!

[lsdoiphin]

Please what brush do you use for lineart? 🥺

I hunted for a lineart brush I liked for years before I found Tramonts's Inked Up.

I like Inked Up a lot, but my recommendation comes with a few small caveats. If you're looking for an inking brush that you can use as effortlessly as Default Hard Round Brush, it's probably not this one. You know how when you're inking in traditional media, you usually have several different widths and types of marker? Big chisel tip, fine liner, etc? Well, Inked Up is bit like a digital approximation of a chisel tip, and like a real chisel tip, it is not a one-size-fits-all solution.

I don't use the default settings that come with this brush. I can't give you those modified settings either because I modify the settings frequently to suit the situation. I change the stabilizer, pressure sensitivity, minimum brush size, etc all the time.

When I can't get the stroke I want, I flip or rotate the canvas so I can approach the line from a different angle. I rotate and flip all the time. It's easy enough with the touch controls, but it might be a grating experience if your tablet does not have those.

That said, I really like this brush. Once you "get" it, it can create some great varied widths and lovely angles thanks to the squared, non-circular wedge tip. At large sizes this can be very dramatic, and at small sizes it can look very believably pen-like.

(BONUS: No one asked but I also think more people should know about this fantastic set of hatching brushes.)

[ventique18]

Baby dragon 🐉🍼 playfighting with papa. He suddenly stops, turns away, and saunters to mama to drink milk for about a minute, then walks back to his casually waiting papa and immediately goes into fury mode.

It's supposed to be playfighting with an emphasis on play, but the baby seems to be taking things a bit too personally. When he lands a biiiiiig MONCH on papa's thigh, 🐉 lands on his knees and pretends to die. 🐉🍼 sniffs him and nudges him with his snout, but when papa doesn't respond, he starts crying and tries every odd type of magic he knows to try and revive him.

Papa wakes, so baby, with his tail uncontrollably and violently wagging from happiness, lunges at him and whines and whines as if to say he's sorry.

🌸, after the little debacle: "Why do you enjoy scaring him like that... Is that part of dragon parenting too?"

🐉: "Why yes, he needs to know how it feels like to be protective and fight for the things he cares for-- you. But I also felt constantly acting as his pretend enemy might actually make him think I am his nemesis..."

🌸: "So were you satisfied when he cried after "defeating" you?"

🐉: "I was actually thinking that that would be a good opportunity to check if he instinctively knows healing spells, but magic to knead dough, to freeze milk, or to see through a box-- I believe he uses that one to check if an ice cream container really contains ice cream-- does not really cut it."

🐉: "But when he ran out of spells and started begging in dragon tongue to not leave you and him alone... Well, I believed that was magic fit enough to actually return me back to life."

🌸, laughing: "He really takes after you."

[taxfruad4ever]

If you’re taking requests… How does Shadow react when his SO is sick? It’s been plaguing my mind. I imagine not super well considering him having to take care of Maria and her sickness. Can be head canons or fic. Super protective mode activate!!!!

RAAHHHH I LITERALLY STARTED WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO POST SOON JUST AS I GOT UR ASK!!!

Warnings: Unbearable amounts of fluff.

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Shadow sat in your dimly lit bedroom, the sun just barely dipping below the horizon, casting stunning rays of golden light throughout the room. He perched on the edge of your bed as he stared down at you. His usual stoic expression was tinged with a hint of unease as he watched you struggle with a fever, a bullet of sweat trickling down your forehead and across your cheek. His gaze unwavering as it remained fixated on you, silently calculating the severity of your condition. Every time you would cough or shiver, Shadow would tense up, unconsciously clenching his fists into your sheets.

He knew he should say something, offer some comfort or reassurance, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he continued to watch you intently, and he found himself reaching out to gently brush the sweat-dampened hair away from your forehead. The gesture was awkward, almost forced, and he quickly retracted his hand as if the contact burned.

"I can feel you staring at me..." you spoke wearily, fluttering your eyes open, for the first time in hours; warm and tired gaze meeting his.

He didn't respond, only reaching out to grasp your hand, stroking his thumb over your knuckles; his grip firm and caring.

You let out a drained chuckle, closing your eyes again.

"How are you feeling?" he finally asked, the words coming out concerned and soft.

You vaguely waved your hand, scowling a bit as to simply say: "Meh".

Shadow cocked his head to the side, giving a small hum as he sighed drearily; finally pulling his gaze away from you.

There was a long silence that hung in the air, occasionally broken by the sound of you tossing and turning in your bed, or the quiet sound of yours and his shallow breathing.

"Do... you think she would be proud of me?" Shadow asked, now staring at the ground; an unreadable look painted onto his features.

Your feverish mind took a moment to puzzle together who he spoke of, before it clicked; Maria.

You simpered, raising your intertwined hands up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand.

"Of course she would..." you reassured him. You knew he was a rather troubled man— a new worry plaguing his mind each day— but you didn't mind; reassure and love him, you would always do. He was sensitive, caring and sweet at heart, though he would never admit it.

He leaned his head against your shoulder, now fully laying down as he finally let himself relax after a days worth of care taking and stress.

"I think she would be stoked to see you this happy now." You stated, kissing the shell of his ear, before returning to his chest. He let out a small hum of satisfaction as you did.

"Thank you for taking care of me.."

"Of course, my dear..." he mumbled into your hair, pulling you closer.

"But you didn't have to spend an hour looking for my favorite brand of chocolate." You mused, recalling how he had vigorously searched for the chocolate you wanted, even after you had profusely told him it was okay if he got the store brand.

He gave a chuckle, his snout still buried into your hair.

"Oh? Are you complaining?"

You chuckled.

"Of course not, dummy." He chuckled at your strange choice of endearment.

You buried your face into his chest fur. You loved doing this: hearing his heart beating, his deep voice reverberating in your head every time he spoke, and the way his silky fur tickled your nose. It was all perfect. You felt like you were loved and he was loved; you knew where you belonged, and it was in this fond, feverish, golden moment. In his arms.

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I'll prob add some headcanons to this later, but for now, Baiiiiiiiii!!💖💖💖💖

edit: HOLY SHIT THIS GOT 200 NOTES??? HELP??? THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Hi! i really love your writing about wukong and reader and i always waiting what's new from you 😄

can i request?,

am i the only one who put interest to the broken sage shell?

can you write about reader who in the past she was wukong's most beloved person, and she join Bajie (who also know the reader very close) to accompany destine one till the final fight with wukong's stone monkey. however the stone monkey or in broken sage shell mode, even as broken shell he still can sense her presence, and miss the reader so much even for just a touch, when he knock down the destine one so badly, he take his time to walk closer to the reader who watching the scene from a small boat behind transparant wall 🥺

Thank you!

Sorry for my english 🙈

As the story said, the Lady Bone demon was a mere spectacle, a monster that wanted nothing but to devour the Tang Monk. The story said that she was merely a cause of the first exile of Sun Wukong and that she had done nothing special per se.

But no one ever said the other side of the story. That the demon once was a servant for the Celestial Court, then the bride of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and only then became the monster that she was.

When the Destined One First Met you, what he saw was a mysterious ally to his quest, a Yaoguai that could manipulate ICE and had some strange abilities. What he didn't know was that you were an old acquaintance of old Bajie...and maybe something more.

When he saw you hug each other like friends that haven't seen each other for decades, he knew that he could trust you.

"Ah! Pesky Witch! Were you hiding yourself for so long?!" The old pig laughed, giving you some strong pats on your back.

"Hiding from that snout of your, old pig!"

Bajie explained then everything—or at least what Wukong wanted him to know. He did understand the surprise in the Destined One's eyes, knowing that the Great Sage did in fact have a wife that turned into a demon for grief. Well, it was a lot, but he was used to learning more about the old king that he was supposed to.

"I didn't know...no one knows...why?" 

Your gentile gaze was veiled by a sadness, old like the legend itself.

"Oh young one, if I knew the reason for it, I would have certainly found piece by piece."

And so, you helped him. 

Maybe it was that gloom that still unted your eyes when you were talking about your deceased husband; maybe it was Hope or just some silly fantasy of yours, but you did trust the destined one. You wanted to trust him and the idea that your beloved husband could be back together once more.

So you helped him, you followed him, and you assisted him, just like Bajie. Both of you became the nearest thing to a parent that the young monkey ever had, and this thing never bothered you.

And so, when the relics were reunited, you Hope still stood, only to be crushed by the painful truth.

Sun Wukong was long gone. Your husband was gone.

You didn't cry; maybe you knew that it was just a silly hope, or maybe you had already consumed all of your tears in the last centuries.

Or so you thought, because rivers of tears were falling when that stone creature, only a shell of what once was Sun Wukong, was slowly approaching the wall in his mind.

Even as a fragment, he was strong; he was able to outstrip your young protege in one strike.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM! MY LOVE, DON'T DO THAT TO THE BOY!"

He stopped, and the staff stopped on his finale strike. Those burning flames that he had as eyes searched for the origin of the voice, and they met you.

A long past memory, regrets, hope, and love.

While the younger monkey was getting back on his feet, the shell slowly approached the wall where you were watching the fight, refusing to move forward there. Despite the heaviness of this aura, you didn't flinched. How could you? He was never a threat for you, and Brother was now.

He was there, only the thing Wall of his Mind separated the both of you, just like the thing line of life and death. Like Always...

His hand reached the wall, now resting where your own was. You could swear that you could sense that warmth that it was always meant just for you—the warmth of the sun and the kind fire of the house that you wanted to share with him.

Your cry stopped, realizing the most agonizing reality that your poor heart could feel: despite the time, the distance, and death itself, he had never forgotten you. As a mall portion of you was still alive in that shell.

Even now, he was trying to console your cry and tell you that it hurt him more than anything seeing you like that.

He loved you. After all that time, he still loved you.

You wanted to hold his hand; even though it was made of stone, you wished to hold him once again. Instead, your tears fell on the boat, Bajie watching this heartbreaking scene, uncapable to say anything that could help.

"I wished nothing more than to hold you again in my arms, my love." You said between hiccups and sighs. Your forehead touched the wall; he mimicked that action, trying everything to just feel you.

"But before me... I want your own happiness... it's just like you always said, I'm too nice."

The destined one was once again on his feet, the weapon of your husband in his hand. He approached the scene, his hurt grieving for you now.

"I love you...more than everything. Be free, my love."

And while two lovers shared an untouchable kiss, the final strike settled the fight.

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[canisalbus]

I think Machete should be allowed to dig a hole. For enrichment reasons.

Just stick his snout in a hole and woo woo the anxiety away

I received this ask after posting art of the dogs in their four legged forms, but imagine if we were talking of him in anthro mode. Just digging holes in the Vatican gardens, sticking his face in them and screaming.