#sort of. i’ll work on it

[vigilskeep]

here’s her face

[xiaq]

It’s nearly done! And I’m a little beside myself.

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[moonsglare]

thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.

(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)

sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.

(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)

sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.

(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)

sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.

(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)

sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.

(she doesn’t mind.)

[glassofoj-twitter]

More post part 3 concept stuff (read tags for more info)

[nanihirunkits]

Hey, Chingching, Phi Shin is blushing. Stop it.

HIGH SCHOOL FRENEMY | EP12

[saltyfilmmajor]

Thinking how Lane’s descriptor of Ethan being a Gambler sticking for the rest of the franchise

[blazing-arsonist]

I don’t think I ever posted these here???? Eh here ya go

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Kat the knight

Pleading her allegiance

[junejems]

I keep thinking about how a Grey Warden Rook and Davrin would probably do some friendly sparring which eventually turns into a Regular Thing that also involves Taash when they show up.

It’s very unserious and just a way to keep in shape/let off steam but once Rook starts romancing Emmrich it becomes a weird way for Rook to show off LMAO

It all starts when Emmrich just so happens to be outside on the upper level of the Lighthouse that overlooks the courtyard, probably chatting with Bellara about some obscure text on the Fade, the obscure text in hand as they discuss it.

Emmrich looks down to the courtyard to see Rook and Davrin throwing each other around the courtyard, talking shit to each other, the usual. The necromancer can’t help but to admire Rook’s uh “form” (translation: Emmrich is thinking about all the things he’s going to do to Rook later). But then Rook catches Emmrich staring.

Rook grins, big and bright. Emmrich smiles widely (Bellara is beside herself with glee witnessing this moment between them). Rook points with their mock weapon of choice in Emmrich’s general direction and yells:

“This one’s for you, love!”

Rook then proceeds absolutely rock Davrin’s shit (for funsies) and Emmrich is so thoroughly distracted by the hotness that is Rook In Action that he nearly drops the ancient text off the railing ledge, Bellara screams, Emmrich yelps, Rook is distracted and Davrin gives it right back to Rook. With interest.

Taash cheers from the sidelines.

[getindumdums]

Rottmnt Mondo Gecko (GDD) concept I forgot to post. Concepts include him being a Yokai working under Big Mama. And being Repo Mantis’s nephew that also got mutated.

Jumbled thoughts include:

Mondo finding Mikey in the Hidden City/NY alleyway, jumping down from his perch on a roof. And making friends with Mikey after my Rewrite of “Mikey Toys Around” (the episode where Mikey befriends a Mouser). But he has ill intentions despite his friendly attitude.

Mikey, wanting a REAL friend, goes along with his antics, and just thinks Mondo is SO COOL. With his chill yet biker attitude. “It’s Mondo-Zilla Yo!” He likes to call himself, his “friends” too. But others in the Hidden City like to call him “Mondo Gecko”. Mondo possibly having a “Ring” of sorts in the Hidden City. (Something something crime.)

And I also imagined we see Mondo helping Repo move some boxes of parts. Repo egging Mondo on about attacking the turtles for “stealing” from him, Mondo frowning— because he’s actually a good guy inside— and is also starting to like Mikey.

Mikey: “Ah nah, I already learned this lesson.” (With the mouser) wants to make sure it doesn’t end badly this time.

(Also thought it’d be funny that if he was a mutated human first, his name would’ve been Miles- pfft!)

(I have like 2 concept characters I want to sketch off more before showing them off.)

[hoboblaidd]

I’ve had this in my rules for forever but I want to highlight it specifically on the dash -

If you’re not a pc (Inquisitor/Hawke/HoF/Rook), I will default to my world state/other pcs to the extent that pc/world state is relevant to our thread. I’ll be open about what that is as we plot and we can discuss how to mesh mine with yours so they fit.

The sandbox should be 50/50. RP is collaborative writing, not ‘karen come and play in my novel.’ It reduces me to a spectator or a reaction board. That’s not fun at all.

My Solas has important character relationships just like your character does. We should both be able to develop our muses as we write together, and to do that requires an even split. I will always ask you ‘is it ok if I use X’s Rook as the Rook in our thread’, for example.

Same goes for world states. I won’t change my character to fit how you want him. I won’t accommodate your Solas headcanons, pre-established relationship with him (unless we’ve discussed), or canon divergences that affect Solas. I think that’s pretty self-explanatory. If something tangentially affects Solas, we can discuss and I’ll decide if I’m cool with it.

If something is incredibly important to your character, talk to me before we write. If we’ve written together before and I’ve been using your world state/pcs, know that I’m doing it very happily and want to continue. I’m especially happy to accommodate relationships you have with other people’s muses.

End of the day, this isn’t set in stone and I tend to be more flexible than this post suggests. All I ask is that you don’t assume or try to force it on me. Just talk to me beforehand and be respectful of the fact that we both want to have fun, and that I might say no.

[seagull-scribbles]

But tonight, I’ll need you to stay

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[lunarcrown]

I’m a bit of an art block rn and I’m gonna stop trying to force through it and just relax!

I’ve got many a fun idea and plans so I can’t wait to show y’all when I’m released from art block grip!!!!!! 💖💖💖 but relaxation and refocus so I can make stuff I love is KEY

[lycor-akami]

「He watches over you !」