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tes pinup prompt: assassin

Needed to get Mathieu in here somewhere <3 Is this a pinup? not really. do I find it hot because there's a knife and blood...? yeah.

I exaggerated the saturation on the hood to make it visible against the black background, but now it kinda looks like a murderous little red riding hood...? would that make lucien the wolf?

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Taps chin. Yeah. This counts as a doodle sketch thing. Lucien lachance... be free my boy

Lowkey I am fond of monochrome, it's kinda delicious.

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Shout out to characters who want to be used. Shout out to characters who are so desperate to be worth something that they'll endure anything. Shout out to characters who build their entire self worth around being useful, being a tool. Shout out to characters who don't care how they are treated, as long as someone pays them any attention at all

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bad news

my desktop arrived today after getting shipped for the Big Move, unfortunately ups decided to treat it like a kickball and have (potentially) wrecked the thing. still don’t know how much is salvageable or whether the shipping insurance will pay out, but for right now i’m down a $2500 setup with no funds to replace it

if anyone can donate it would be a big help, and any donation over $20 gets a free sketch! just dm me proof of donation and ur request <3

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Smash Potato Quiche —

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I will always reblog this

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byron donalds gave his life to christ in a cracker barrel parking lot. now you too can learn what religion you can convert to in a fast food restaurant parking lot by spinning these handy links!

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forced immortality is a fun trope. unappreciated. someone/something wants you to remain so it makes you. it will not let you die

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was reading up on sanguine cult rituals and naturally felt compelled to doodle Martin in his reveler days 🙂‍↕️ with a Ram of Dark Delight for fun!

then of course i wondered how he would interact with Waelin had they met in this time and uh. nsfw under the cut (uncensored on bluesky)

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The Shell-tide village’s shrine to Sithis may be tucked away but it’s worth seeking out

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UntitledWIPWednesday_finalFINAL (37) . doc

TUMBLR YOU BETTER LET ME POST IT THIS TIME

Tagged by: Sun-in-Shadow's Demure Frills Tagging: @miliabyntite @dirty-bosmer @orfeoarte @pyre-of-pages @thegrunkiest @ulanxxxs @yansurnummu @thana-topsy @touyadraxon @maskedsthings

Okay. Take #6. So the Telvanni questline in ESO absolutely banged, and I was roleplaying as Zath throughout. So I decided to just copy/paste the quest into the Third Era, because imho, it wouldn't change much lol. Also, gave me a fun opportunity to write what Lucien is like on the clock, and what contract negotiation might actually be like within the Dear Brother verse. This is just one of my practice pieces written a few months ago, so it's not intended to become a longer story and it's not as polished as my other WIP entries. Hope you enjoy~

“Friend, I have a proposition for you, should you accept it.” Sun-in-Shadow stood above me, frills pinned back and head tilted with a demure, harmless expression. I glanced up from where I was cleaning my blades at her table. “Aye?” “This issue with the pig Ralasa, I have been thinking,” she began, doing a grand job at playing innocent. “It seems she has outplayed us … for now. We shall have to find a way to manage this newest obstacle to my advancements.” “Aye, that we will,” I said, as though I had no clue what she could be getting at.  “Would you mind terribly if I asked you to … perform another task for me?” she ventured. Her bright eyes flicked away from mine in guilt. “I do not mean to behold you to my whims as your host.” Oh, she very much did, but that was fine. A Speaker I was not, but I knew well the look of someone considering a commission. Speaker himself was in Sadrith Mora with me, actually. With the disappearance of the Tribunal and the Tong likely in shambles, Listener decided Valus could stand to try again at extending influence into Vvardenfell. And so here we were, surveying potential locations and covers for a Sanctuary. While Speaker and Sanctifier Severa were meeting with locals across a few weeks, I had been busying myself with errands for our lovely host Sun-in-Shadow. Naturally, these quarreling Telvanni grew towers atop bloodsoaked soil. Business could bloom here, and Speaker saw an opportunity in cozying up to the ambitious Argonian. Sun didn't know any of that, of course. But the time had finally come for her Telvanni politicking to arrive at that bloody threshold, where she would find us waiting. “Out with it then, ‘fore I grow roots,” I said, lighthearted in my chastisement. “What d’ye have in mind?” Sun’s eyes now narrowed. “Well. If Ralasa surpasses my aptitude in playing the game, we should simply … remove her from the game.” “Mmm.” After a deliberate delay, I lowered my voice. “I think I hear ye.” “I know it is quite a lot to ask of you, Tanthiril, but perhaps you can perform the deed? You seem to know your way around blades.” “Ach, sedura, ye’ll want a professional hand for this,” I insisted gently. “I'm just Master Aretino’s guard, see? I'll muck it up. But I do know a fella in the region who’s good with discretion.” “The Tong would not accept a writ like this without proper cause,” she countered, assuming wrongly who I spoke of. Indeed, the Tong wouldn't accept it … and that's why we were better than them. “Don’t know nobody in the Tong.” I turned my attention back to my blades oh-so-very-seriously. “No need to let Aretino know I've got a less-than-savory contact though, aye? He's an honest man. But give me the word and I'll send for my friend in secret. They’ll come meet with ye, work out payment, get it done right quick. No writs to be had.” Sun-in-Shadow hesitated for only a moment.  “Send for your friend.” “Aye, sedura, I’ll pen them a letter immediately.”

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UntitledWIPWednesday_finalFINAL (37) . doc

TUMBLR YOU BETTER LET ME POST IT THIS TIME

Tagged by: Sun-in-Shadow's Demure Frills Tagging: @miliabyntite @dirty-bosmer @orfeoarte @pyre-of-pages @thegrunkiest @ulanxxxs @yansurnummu @thana-topsy @touyadraxon @maskedsthings

Okay. Take #6. So the Telvanni questline in ESO absolutely banged, and I was roleplaying as Zath throughout. So I decided to just copy/paste the quest into the Third Era, because imho, it wouldn't change much lol. Also, gave me a fun opportunity to write what Lucien is like on the clock, and what contract negotiation might actually be like within the Dear Brother verse. This is just one of my practice pieces written a few months ago, so it's not intended to become a longer story and it's not as polished as my other WIP entries. Hope you enjoy~

“Friend, I have a proposition for you, should you accept it.” Sun-in-Shadow stood above me, frills pinned back and head tilted with a demure, harmless expression. I glanced up from where I was cleaning my blades at her table. “Aye?” “This issue with the pig Ralasa, I have been thinking,” she began, doing a grand job at playing innocent. “It seems she has outplayed us … for now. We shall have to find a way to manage this newest obstacle to my advancements.” “Aye, that we will,” I said, as though I had no clue what she could be getting at.  “Would you mind terribly if I asked you to … perform another task for me?” she ventured. Her bright eyes flicked away from mine in guilt. “I do not mean to behold you to my whims as your host.” Oh, she very much did, but that was fine. A Speaker I was not, but I knew well the look of someone considering a commission. Speaker himself was in Sadrith Mora with me, actually. With the disappearance of the Tribunal and the Tong likely in shambles, Listener decided Valus could stand to try again at extending influence into Vvardenfell. And so here we were, surveying potential locations and covers for a Sanctuary. While Speaker and Sanctifier Severa were meeting with locals across a few weeks, I had been busying myself with errands for our lovely host Sun-in-Shadow. Naturally, these quarreling Telvanni grew towers atop bloodsoaked soil. Business could bloom here, and Speaker saw an opportunity in cozying up to the ambitious Argonian. Sun didn't know any of that, of course. But the time had finally come for her Telvanni politicking to arrive at that bloody threshold, where she would find us waiting. “Out with it then, ‘fore I grow roots,” I said, lighthearted in my chastisement. “What d’ye have in mind?” Sun’s eyes now narrowed. “Well. If Ralasa surpasses my aptitude in playing the game, we should simply … remove her from the game.” “Mmm.” After a deliberate delay, I lowered my voice. “I think I hear ye.” “I know it is quite a lot to ask of you, Tanthiril, but perhaps you can perform the deed? You seem to know your way around blades.” “Ach, sedura, ye’ll want a professional hand for this,” I insisted gently. “I'm just Master Aretino’s guard, see? I'll muck it up. But I do know a fella in the region who’s good with discretion.” “The Tong would not accept a writ like this without proper cause,” she countered, assuming wrongly who I spoke of. Indeed, the Tong wouldn't accept it … and that's why we were better than them. “Don’t know nobody in the Tong.” I turned my attention back to my blades oh-so-very-seriously. “No need to let Aretino know I've got a less-than-savory contact though, aye? He's an honest man. But give me the word and I'll send for my friend in secret. They’ll come meet with ye, work out payment, get it done right quick. No writs to be had.” Sun-in-Shadow hesitated for only a moment.  “Send for your friend.” “Aye, sedura, I’ll pen them a letter immediately.”