#I forgot to post this apparently

[venacoeurva]

For the couples prompt thingy-

3. What's their favourite thing to tease about each other?

10. What was their last big fight? Did they learn anythin from it?

14. What little things remind them of each other?

For either Teldryn/Wren or Dusk/Kharjo. Also no pressure to do/draw/write all of these! Whatever you want to do is fine.

HOW ABOUT BOTH! This is decently long due to my overly verbose ass so rip

3. Teasing

TeldWren: Did this on a prior ask.

DusKharjo: Dusk is first and foremost a mage, despite his build for a two-handed heavy armor setup, and Kharjo loves to claim people will see Dusk coming due to how huge he is, but they won’t see the magic part—because they’ll be incinerated while waiting for him to whip out a battleaxe. Kharjo is a bit of a scaredy-cat when not prepared for combat to go down sometimes (pun intended), and Dusk's sister sneaks up on him a lot and scares him because the last thing you expect to see in Skyrim is an Alfiq of all people and she loves a good prank. Dusk doesn't have much of a sense of humor, though and tends to take things literally and seriously, so his teasing is at a minimum.

10. Fights

TeldWren: I don’t think they fight so much as bicker featuring above mentioned teasing (specified in another ask) as a way to feel out a situation with each other while making their stances known, on top of them probably not voicing vulnerable feelings very often in a non-jokey/teasing/snarky way. If they don't bring whatever it is up, they most likely sit on it and mull it over. It's definitely come to a head before, most likely regarding how hands-on Wren can be in combat and makes a lot of risky moves and is willing to test new spells and potions on himself (lack of fear doesn't help this) as well as the danger of going out hunting as a werewolf, especially with werebears being an issue. Teldryn is also a very aggressive fighter in battle, so it's like the pot calling the kettle black. Eventually they decided they'd both calm tf down in battle a little unless absolutely necessary but that could have came to a head. Having Miraak as some additional help in fights also helped.

That said, I’m sure Teldryn doesn’t exactly appreciate Wren’s casualness surrounding his role as Nerevarine and all it entailed, though Teldryn doesn't take the prophecy and his role as the literal reincarnation and more a figure of convenience for everyone who fit the qualifications like Wren does, and probably has questions about how Wren really feels about the prophecy, role, ordeal, the gods, and experience and so on and likely doubts Wren is fully honest concerning it to himself or others. Teldryn is aware there's baggage and unprocessed feelings about the matter, it is extremely obvious, but he also knows it's not his place to try to push the issue despite it occasionally frustrating him with how much Wren is avoidant of thinking about it, especially when Wren gets cagey and sulky about it when asked.

DusKharjo: I don't think they'd have fights too much, either. Dusk is very patient and somewhat submissive on a verbal front, so he'd concede pretty quickly without changing his mind. That's not to say he doesn't stand up for himself, but odds are he won't find most things worth it to get his hackles raised over. I'd imagine they probably disagreed a lot about what should be done regarding the whole Dragonborn thing--shit's dangerous! Dusk might not come back and sometimes Kharjo can't come with! Sometimes Kharjo doesn't consider the high risk to be worth it for a land that doesn't like them and actively shuts Khajiit out. Once it was all over and the emotional highs settled he felt bad about being so dismissive over other people, but he's been in an Us vs. Them situation for a hot minute, and knows they'll continue to be.

14. Reminders

TeldWren: The obvious ones are daggers and chitin armor (and crustaceans of any kind), but they also reached a point that they'll see completely mundane things that reminds them of each other, especially the pale dusty blue Wren's robe is nowadays; Teldryn is sort of accidentally conditioned to have a split second of going "oh there he is" if he sees it on something Wren-sized. Wren also makes and uses superior mountain flower soap (based on keep it clean mod), so that and similar smells reminds him of him as well.

DusKharjo: Anything with mages, especially mages guild, brings Dusk to mind. He's arch-mage, so he kind of has that as an automatic association. Dawnstar reminds Dusk of Kharjo since that's where they first met each other (and Kharjo commented on how lucky he was to have such long fur). On the more mundane level like mentioned above, Dusk has an affection for somewhat minimalist gold jewelry, just very simple but sticks out really nicely against his fur. He also has a habit of stacking books in a sort of spiraling way instead of a clean stack, he’s not sure why, but Kharjo started noticing it everywhere now. Meanwhile, The smell of smoke has gotten an association with Kharjo, mostly as a result of them camping out a lot as well as encountering him with the merchants when he was guarding them.

[morebird]

[scpcatghost]

as soon as marcille finds out what calling a half foot by their first name means

babygirl / laios version ↓

[lucifugousart]

Tragic, monopoly night gets banned in tenjiku

[grimme-and-specs]

You know I had to do it to 'em too

Bonus:

EDIT, 2024-4-5:

If this gets to 213 notes before 4-13 I will personally redraw this earlier than planned.

[keymintt]

she's my most specialest

[stormbluestories]

so just in case the tumblr peeps don’t know: yugipedia is down, it has been down for two days, they have lost three years worth of backups, and if you want to volunteer some minor inconvenience towards fixing it u can google ‘yugipedia recover’ and let it search your caches for whatever files you have in there. psa over.

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

How You Turn My World; Chapter 4

You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog

Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out

Word Count; 2.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

As per usual, don't put my work into AI.

You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.

“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”

At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.

“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner. 

But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.

… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.

The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.

You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly. 

What are the chances… 

“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.

The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.

You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”

You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.

“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.

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…

Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.

“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.

The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.

Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.

The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”

Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”

The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”

Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.

“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.

…

…

The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.

But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.

“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.

Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.

… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either. 

One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”

But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.

‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’ 

At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.

“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”

And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?

The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.

What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.

“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.

Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.

“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”

Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!

You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone. 

“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.

From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.

They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”

That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.

It was him — Mr. Sparkles.

And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).

But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.

“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”

My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.

He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).

“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”

“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”

The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.

“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”

You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”

From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.

But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.

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To be continued!

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replacement suggestion for people who want the drama of Arahabaki being a voice in Chuuya's head that yearns for destruction and stuff (since canonically it has no thoughts or will of its own and is just raw power):

Picture our Nakahara "I do everything for my friends" Chuuya, Nakahara "with great power comes great responsibility" Chuuya, Nakahara "if I compartimentalize my trauma it can't hurt me" Chuuya.

Picture our guy so raw from using Corruption, or maybe not dealing as well as he thinks with his trauma, or maybe just really tired, or any moment of weakness where you'd want the Arahabaki whispers to kick in.

In those moments of weakness, the Bad Feelings get a hold of him: self-doubt, despair, anger, loneliness. It's so unusual for him to dwell on those things it might as well sound like someone else is feeding him those thoughts. Maybe it adds another layer of frustration. Maybe it does make him want to blow everything up, just to let off some of those feelings.

And maybe in that already bad state of mind, intrusive thoughts enter the field. Things he doesn't really want and things he would never do. Things that make him uncomfortable, things that scare him. He would be able to bring down the Port Mafia. He could kill all those random civilians. He could run away. He already has black holes at the tip of his fingers, he could just destroy everything and leave nothing behind.

And between the very real (but enhanced, put at the forefront) bad feelings and the persistant intrusive thoughts, things might get jumbled in his head. If missing departed friends is real, maybe wanting to get rid of those left is, too. If he's angry at how unfair things have been for him and his loved ones, blowing everything up might be a legitimate reaction. Maybe it really is what he wants? Perhaps that little voice, no matter how scary, is right?

In short: replace "Arahabaki" with "Chuuya's subconscious", for better and for worse. Not to quote Dazai, but: let Chuuya suffer as a human being. Let his struggles be tragically mundane and common.

(and for comfort there's nothing like bringing other people in for a reality check and ground him again)

[deadwooddross]

answering this one oldschool style: I was watching westworld with my friends so this iteration of all of them is western themed, but I cant recall if anything specific from that was part of the inspo? Polly has always been the quiet freaky one to pair with Castors chattier self. They're both usually mercs/bounty hunters/hunting dogs that "answer to" Croc The polly pictured here is the Silent Sniper sort, their poncho is all fabric cut from targets clothes stitched together and with nicely embroidered/embellished bullet holes. Trophy! Here's another pic of them that I apparently never posted here?? More nicely done up

[secondbeatsongs]

“We Like to Party (The Vengabus)” with every second beat removed

[toastedjeans]

Almost forgot Mermay is still a thing, had to do something with my AU since. Feesh.

Anyway i dunno if i like this or not. The composition and poses are shit but i kinda like the shading. Tried blurring the background characters but it looked even worse so uh. This is what you get. Hurray for mediocrity.

[leafie-draws]

let him cook

[hrokkall]

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[amphibia-a-day]

Day 1077 of Amphibia Screenshots

Episode: The First Temple