#anyway. rambling. hiiii

[inkmaze]

looking at pics of me pre/early hrt like who the FUCK is that....

[dizzybizz]

i like the swords a lot

[thevoiceofdesertbluffs]

fish want me, women fear me

[glitterfish1272]

stuck with him

[compress1repress]

when im doing the text aus i have to very consciously restrain myself from putting kisses at the end 😭 forget that americans wouldn't do that

need to be texting tashi like: hi babes im at tesco, do you want me to grab you a meal deal? xxx

[nebuladreamz]

Thinking about how if i ever had the opportunity to make. a mascot horror game or story that i'd have it take place right before the eventual Big Fall of the establishment

[Big ramble under the cut lmao]

Something something reuse how I thought for Security Breach we'd play as Vanessa and the five nights formula was doing the shift but slowly discovering through each shift that Some Shit is happening and she has to stop it (directly before we found out Vanessa was Vanny/Vanessa was the security guard's name)

LIKE!!! I fucking adore how a couple of standout mascot horror games have been [primarily Indigo Park, I'm willing to give it a shot and it's deadass because of Rambley and his role as an AI assistant], but a lot of what I've seen personally (stares at. Fucking. Garten of Banban), it's a lot of post fall. Always investigating or going through the abandoned place where shit's gone wrong (thank you BATIM for starting the chapter-based formula -bangs head-)

But like. I've always thought about what it would be like for a mascot horror game to take place before the fall, or even during it depending on the execution.

Before the fall, you're either a kid who's a regular at the establishment (daycare, amusement park, whatever) or even an employee working there-

(or even MORE interestingly, if we go with a chapter-based thing or even similar to FNAF in terms of there's a set thing for whatever, the POV keeps changing between different people- wait I'm cooking. i'll get back to that later actually)

-And slowly as it all develops, you watch as everything begins to just. Fall apart. Employees leaving, the place coming down into disrepair, something's up with the main mascots of the place but you don't know what (at least in universe, we all know this formula as players)

Actually, coming back to the changing POVs, you can even draw in inspiration from DBH (I only watched gameplay back then oops) where the perspective changes between different people. A child enjoying their day, a first time employee, a long time employee, a parent of a child. Hell, depending on things, you could even have a moment where (depending on the location) you play as a fucking burglar looking to steal shit (before getting. Fucking bass boosted)

And eventually there'd come the inevitable end where it all closes down, leaving whatever living mascots inside to rot (insert Abandoned by Disney line here /j)

LIKE!!! I want to see people expand on the formula!! I want to see people fuck around and find out!!!

Honest to god, I might take this and run with it myself cause now I'M getting ideas.

[jils-things]

umm little food for thought ^u^ i'm a big fan of analyzing character designs and the ib cast is no exception to that teehee

i like the way kouri designs the main three's eyes, it's very distinct even if its nothing too special. (mostly focused on the classic ib, because the remake gave everyone a new "updated look" and i prefer to follow the original designs)

ib's eyes, while a dark shade of red - have a little shine. it gives off a sense of innocence and curiosity which fits for me because ib seems to be the type to not recognize fear immediately due to her naivety. the shape of her eyes are also very round and cute because she Babey

garry's irises are small and dulled, and the eye shape is quite almond shaped... in jp media, typically characters with smaller irises mean the opposite of a lighthearted character, either in personality or design. i think garry's design is supposed to surprise people into thinking that he's unapproachable (which is what i thought!! when i was blind) but hes the exact opposite of he seems and i find that really cool :) (i guess you can call that gap moe to some extent - that his "dark" appearance doesnt match his kindhearted attitude)

then there's mary's Big Beautiful Blue Eyes... however they're dull and they lack the eye shine and it gives off the "lively but actually hollow inside" feeling. she's very high spirited and joyful but we all know she's actually just a painting trying to be human u_u its thematically beautiful and accurate to her character.... i COULD be wrong but i also notice mary has little eyelashes which makes her appear very charming and cute ^u^ (i like to think guertena tried to paint a subject who is very beautiful, that can't be manifested in the real world, hence mary. she might be one of guertena's best paintings before he passed... but thats just a theory!!!! smiles)

[strawbie-doodle]

i forgot to post artfight attacks! this is @ghostiezone 's fishsona Mackerel :] and featuring my fursona kittie

[denfucker]

mac and dennis drive me insane bc theres like so much to unpack? bc macs been in love w dennis since forever (s1-5), but his internalised homophobia gets in the way and thats why he gets even more homophobic until he comes out and goes back into the closet then comes out fr in hero or hate crime?

and then once he accepts it its like the fucking backlog of emotion and love mac had just came pouring out of him, but by then dennis was sick of waiting for him so he tried moving on. but then all of a sudden mac and dennis were back to normal in season 15? what was that!

and dennis thinks by then that mac is Over him, but we know from that One Touch and One Look (rob mcelhenney youre getting an emmy just for that) that mac is very much NOT over dennis and was just lying to himself up to that point, and finally finally mac makes the move and he thinks alright maybe maybe maybe its time to fucking move on, and he meets johnny and johnny communicates via anal beads and its batshit insane but its something and its someone real and its not dennis reynolds for once in his life.

but then it IS, its dennis and mac are stuck in the same cycle again and again, can he never be free from him? can dennis ever fucking accept that he has to say something or mac will really, truly, leave one day?

[corntort]

doodles from last night before my migraine killed me instantly

paste belongs to @roposhipin and snowdrift yall already know belings to @icedcheetah

[sadmages]

I need to quit this job I need to quit this job I need to quit this job I need to quit this job I need

[cha1cedony]

YESSSSS CHALCY YOU GET IT. BEVERLY IS SO IMPORTANT AND HE HAS THAT CERTAIN FEELING TO HIM THATS JUST LIKE NORMAL

YESSS YES YES oh I’m so obsessed with both of them. Dorky gay little rich boys with daddy issues who are outgoing as hell but have like negative social skills lmao ❤️🙏 Their intense patriotism (for the Green Teens/Pelor and Teen High respectively) that teeters on obsession and sometimes goes wayyy too far…. their need to make everyone else happy and protect everyone at their own detriment….. so good

AND THEY BOTH HAVE DADS WHO AREN’T PROUD OF THEM.. BUT IN DIFFERENT WAYS?Like Sparrow, in a moment of weakness, straight up tells Normal that he isn’t proud of him. But for Beverly Sr., a moment of weakness is the only time he tells Bev that he IS proud of him. He’s proud of his son, but Beverly doesn’t grow up feeling that way and feels distant from his father, and it’s hard for him to reckon with the idea that his dad IS proud of him (especially because Beverly Sr. could BARELY even admit it to his face, much less write it down in a note). Normal is the opposite; he grows up with no reason to think his always positive/cheerful dad isn’t proud of him… but then he finds out he isn’t, and it completely shatters his world. Even when Sparrow says he IS proud of Normal, Normal can’t bring himself to believe it or trust anything he says. Like. Aughhegh. Both of their dads are ASHAMED of their sons’ interests and personalities and unabashed passion for the world…. I’m ill

[rev-velvet]

I actually talked to two of the people in my friends lists on Splatoon

[ambrosykim]

don't let her see your cardinal eyes

pairing: astarion x f!tav (saffron carnavon) words; rating: 1,5k; gen, fluff summary: after the first night they spend together, saffron wants to give astarion a gift to show him how much he means to her. (he's confused about his feelings but still sticks to his plan.) a/n: i love both astarion and saffron so much that it's a wonder i haven't turned into a puff of smoke from how much my brain's been overloading on thoughts about them <3 also on ao3!

Saffron's been avoiding him all day.

Astarion tries to think back over the last time she looked - let alone talked to him, but he keeps coming up short. After the night they spent together, she seemed amicable the next morning, making it easier for him to peel back a layer of his protective shell - to let her see him. Of course, he meant for her to see his back - after all, how else could he make her trust him more than literally baring the most vulnerable part of him to her?

He thought Saffron, with her bleeding heart, would feel honoured and even reassured in their relationship, if she saw him opening up to her. And yet, here he is, thinking about her, a day after their conversation, a day in which he didn't even catch her glancing at him.

If it weren't for Saffron's obvious attraction and affection for him, he might mark this down as a failed conquest and try to think about other possibilities. Still, he'd evaluated his chances before and thought that Saffron might be the most receptive to his charms; especially seeing how the others have essentially accepted her as their de facto leader, being as charming as she is.

All in all, he needs her to fulfil the role he wants her to do, if he wants to have guaranteed security for himself. Still, he's not willing to seem like he's chasing Saffron; he'll let her come to him naturally, as if that was his plan all along. The little sorcerer will come running to him in a day or two, he's sure of it.

-

Saffron's been thinking about her parents.

Growing up as the daughter of jewellers, her parents would make each other tiny trinkets whenever they wanted; this included if one of them had a bad day, as an apology if they were fighting, or simply to remind the other just how much they loved each other.

Inheriting her mother's magical powers, as well as her father's knack for creating with her hands, made her a talented sorcerer and - as her parents used to say - an artisan prodigy. As such, she knew this was her time to shine. She could see how Astarion retreated into his shell after the night they spent together, no matter how much he tried to hide it, and she wasn't about to let him hide; not after she's spent so much time and care trying to gently pry him open.

This past day, not only did Saffron give him a bit of space, but she was also preoccupied with thinking of a gift that would cheer him up, while also showing just how much she cared for him.

Fortunately, she has been collecting all the precious stones she could find, proving fortunate for occasions such as this. Gazing at her assortment of gems, she suddenly had an idea. Remembering the gold ingot she gave Karlach - it was too heavy for her and she couldn't see Astarion, who usually took such items from her - she shot up from where she was sitting and took off in the direction of Karlach's tent.

As she was making her way through camp, out of the corners of her eyes, she caught Astarion's gaze following her. Fighting down a smile, she hurried her steps, while also making sure to sway just that bit much as she did so.

Arriving at Karlach's tent, she called for the taller woman, who immediately appeared, as ready to help as ever.

"Hi Karlach. Do you think you could help me to find that bar of gold that I gave you for safekeeping a few days ago? I- sort of need it for something personal."

At her request, Karlach invited her in to help her search for the gold with gleaming eyes, a clap to the shoulder and an "of course, soldier, come on in!", to which Saffron only smiled widely. Gods knew, she was no soldier, yet Karlach insisted on the nickname.

What Saffron didn't notice, however, were the pair of ruby eyes following her into that tent, which lingered on the opening several heartbeats after it stopped moving.

After hunting through several sacks, Saffron finally found the ingot, holding it triumphantly over her head with a shout of "finally!" Thanking Karlach, Saffron exited her tent, only to nearly trip over Astarion, who seemingly was sunning himself right outside of Karlach's tent. Apologising quickly, Saffron stepped over the man and continued her way to her tent, where she could get to work uninterrupted.

-

If during breakfast, Astarion notices the small looks she steals at him, he doesn't show it. If anything, he seems deep in thought, hardly acknowledging anyone. While the gaze with which he looks at everyone - cold and calculating under that veneer of charm - should deter her, Saffron is only more determined to give her gift to Astarion.

After their meal is finished, everyone disperses quickly, as if anticipating something happening just by the atmosphere.

Saffron approaches Astarion with soft yet firm steps, only stopping when her feet nearly touch Astarion's, as he looks up at her with delay, but with that ever-present smirk on his face.

"Oh, darling. Back for another round, are you?" No matter how hard he tries, Saffron can still make out the slight relief present in his face. At her searching gaze, he only fortifies his charm. "What's with that look, my dear? You shouldn't overexert yourself, or if you did, at least let me help you-"

"I have a gift for you." Saffron interrupts him, eager to present the small stone in her hand to the man before her. At her words, his eyes only sparkle with mirth, his smirk deepening.

"Darling, if this "gift" is what I think it is-"

"No, I- I made you something." Her usually charming self is nowhere to be seen as Astarion's implication all but reduces her to a blushing mess. He only raises an eyebrow in skepticism.

"Oh, darling you shouldn't have."

"But Astarion, you don't even know what it is. I think you might like it." As he opens his mouth to answer, Saffron reaches for his hand. She moves a round object into his palm, closing her hand around his and enclosing the small gift.

Satisfied with having finished her task, Saffron takes a step back, letting Astarion steady himself before looking at what he received. After searching her eyes for some hidden answer, he flits his gaze down to his open palm.

A small teardrop ruby sits in his hand, intricate golden swirls covering its surface.

As he examines the small object, Saffron steps closer to him.

"I hope you like it?" As he looks at her, he's hit with how hopeful and affectionate her gaze is.

"I do, I really do, my dear. I just- I don't have anything to give to you." His bravado a shadow of how it usually is, face unusually open and unguarded.

"That's not why I thought to give it to you. I just thought you might like it, that's all. And I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. There's no hidden meaning in this, Astarion. You've been kind to me, and I wanted to surprise you."

"Oh, that's- thank you." At his slack expression, Saffron continues.

"Also, here, look at this. This took me the longest time, but I wanted it to be perfect for you." While talking, she reaches to hold Astarion's face in her hand. At her silent question, he nods imperceptibly, letting Saffron touch his cheek. She closes her eyes, and he nearly drops the stone, as the ruby suddenly starts emanating soft warmth. Smiling, she looks to see his reaction, stroking his cheek slowly all the while.

At his unusual lack of words, she starts speaking. "I chose a ruby because it reminded me of your eyes. Deep and calming, just like it feels to look into your eyes." Sensing that Astarion might be uncomfortable with this, she adds, "or, at least when you're not being too naughty, though that can also be fun."

Astarion chuckles. "I can also be naughty now, if you're up for it, darling." With one last look to his eyes, she takes her hand off him, leaving him without the warmth of the ruby.

"Maybe some other time. I should probably talk to the others about what to do today."

"All right, but don't keep me waiting for long, dear. There's only so much time a man can handle being alone for." Saffron only answers with a quick grin, leaving him to his thoughts. Even as she saunters away from him, he can only concentrate on the ruby in his palm.

He doesn't remember the last time somebody gifted him something without expecting anything in return. With that thought, Astarion shakes his head and heads to his tent. It still doesn't mean anything. Even if she's the first person to be kind to him in a long time. That just means she'll fall for him faster, and that's exactly what Astarion wanted.

It doesn’t have to mean anything.

[landfilloftrash]

problem with having your DM see your art when they deem to check your tumblr is the fact they'll be seeing your very silly posts related to concerned theories /v lhj

[severevoiddragon]

meow :D

meow :D /echo

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