#anyways had a lot of fun playing so far

[kyoryu]

scrolling through my dash and it's constantly black listed posts tagged as deltarune spoilers.... so sad

[crowkip]

wips and doodles bc i dont feel like finishing anything atm lol

[skeletalheartattack]

did more work on Boe's house, finally building out the attic and basement, which completes the full structuring of the house itself.

more in-depth screenshots below

top to bottom visualization of each floor, from the roof down to the basement. a lot of the furniture is mostly placeholder brushes for the time being, at least if i ever look into having proper models to replace them. ive also restructured some doors and walls to be closer to how i've imagined his house to look, rather than leaving the layout as is, based off of existing victorian house plans. also said house plans didn't include a bathroom, so i also added one of those. not that Boe would need to use the toylot in any such way. skeleton and all. you know.

some closer looks at the actual rooms themselves, also showcasing the work put into creating the attic. the attic's framing is mostly me trying to ensure it makes sense visually while also cutting down on brushes. i'm kinda proud of the work i put into the bathroom's tub and curtains, for as rudimentary as the brushwork is. most rooms and the basement are pretty barebones, as i both haven't put much time into fleshing them out, and because some rooms i honestly haven't really imagined in my head before constructing all this.

and whadtha hell some kind of fuckin doggy dog. awesome creature, though. don't know what it is. a little weird and cool.

[creaturetap]

read a review for arctic eggs (video game) that was like "at first, launching eggs into the stratosphere is funny, but it gets old after a while" which, first of all, is a hysterical thing to read about a game you haven't played and know almost nothing about yet. like what do you mean. you can do that.

anyway now that i have played the game a bit, yes that does happen, and no it has not got old yet.

[sieglinde-freud]

missing the maribelle/tharja family unit today. i think maribelle would be elated to have a daughter. she meets noire for the first time and she goes “do you play chess? violin? ride? drink tea?” and noire goes “no but im really good at throwing up in a bucket” and maribelles like “oh!!!! okay!!!!” i think she finds noire’s talisman persona charming. chrom is like “um maribelle can you please go get your daughter… she’s terrorizing the camp” and she goes “shes harmless! why do you hate women?” and he never speaks on it again. i think tharja needs a kid that will beef with her and i think brady is 100% the guy to do it. i think she looks at him and goes “what is your problem” and he flips her off. she tries to curse him but he spins his staff ninja style deflecting them back at her. he serves tea to his moms but he spits in tharjas and she knows it. and then she drinks it because it pisses him off. brady could come to love her at some point but it will not be easy and it will not come without a lot of work and a lot of arguing and i think i need some more parent/child conflict in this game. awakening gets one f bomb and its hidden in the random tharja brady PC support where he just goes “FUCK YOU” Tharja and Brady attained support level B.

[cheriafreya]

I'm actually... enjoying Wuthering Waves this time...

[skrunksthatwunk]

playing nier replicant the stupid way, which is doing like 45% of ending B, all of ending C, and ??? of ending D in one sitting. SOS it's been like 8 hours

[sysig]

Okay but what if (Patreon)

[phagodyke]

dating an art student was so crazy I'm just thinking abt that one birthday I had where my ex got me stickers from the etsy of the person they were cheating on me with....

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Snowflake. ❄️

[mimiyanna]

Come play FFXIV with me. I promise I don’t bite… unless you want that.

[unnonexistence]

putting labels on things can be a really good adhd accomodation

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!!! <333

[nejackdaw]

(Abandoned) WIP Wednesday

So I never actually finished this (or wrote the things meant to come after,) but I still like it so I figured I'd post it. Ra'zhirr was from my last rp file, he's a MASSIVE khajit (to me, not that ingame models agree,) escaped gladiator (which is why he was caught at the border,) and WAS going to be Harbinger but I decided it would make more since if the Companions just. Shattered. After the truth came out. Cause half of them already had issues with the Circle, then come to find out it's some exclusive werewolf club? Nah, they're out.

Anyway I put off ever actually starting the main questline til after doing the Companions bc that progression made more sense to me, so I just pretended the whole "hey can I talk to you about the whole dragon thing, go talk to Farengar" thing didn't happen, you know, to some rando walking through the door the Jarl doesn't even know.

Also this post was partially just so I could tag @incorrectskyrimquotes in wip Wednesday. Hiii :) no pressure <3

At the Turn of the Season

He hadn't expected to return to the great hall, to climb those steps misted by the waterfalls of Whiterun and feel the heavy doors beneath his hands once again. All things considered, it was a decent enough day to be summoned: without heavy winds the sun was warm, and his feet had nowhere else to be.

Not now that the Companions had nearly unanimously agreed to disband, fractured by the truth of Hircine’s blood and the realization they'd been lied to. They will do well enough, Ra'zhirr told himself as he crossed the threshold. There's nothing more for it.

The hall was as grand as he remembered, dark browns and gentle yellows and tall, looming beams leading to the balconies. Quiet conversation stopped as he closed the door behind him and the guards posted nearby both nodded, then relaxed, resuming their quiet chatter as he stepped away. Something so massive should give him pause, he thought idly; something so empty should feel wrong. Large and empty rarely went well together, but the welcoming air and decor set him at ease once again as he mounted the steps.

He'd received summons the night before, sitting idly on the steps to Jorrvaskr. The agreement had just been reached, and most had been quick to gather their things and depart. Some still lingered, and it was for their sake, he'd told himself, that he yet remained. Stars had been shining when a woman approached with a message, armor shining new and untattered as she said the Jarl wished to see him the following morning.

So here he was, drifting the same as the rest of them, following whatever voice next called. The fire blazed in its recess, chasing away the darkness and the cold, and he and the Jarl locked eyes through floating embers.

The hall was empty, Ra’zhirr noted, and the surrounding doors closed. His chest hollowed with a dread he kept firmly from showing as he halted before the steps to the throne, bowing his head as was expected.

Grey-green eyes swept over him for a moment. “I hear you were to be Harbinger,” Balgruuf greeted quietly. His posture was straighter than it had been last time: he sat regally in his chair, looking down, and this, too, stirred dread in him.

“A decision has been reached,” Ra'zhirr replied. “The Companions are to be no more.”

“Daedra worship is not permitted. Doubly so within the city.”

Ah. The Jarl's voice was hard, a threatening warning that spoke ill. Of course the secret had gotten out: anyone who'd heard of the Silver Hand could guess at why they'd attacked the longhouse, killed the Harbinger and maimed who they could before being slaughtered. Word had, however, been quickly contained–warriors were those who would recognize the signs, and warriors would obey the demands of Balgruuf and the guard–but whispers reach far. It had not been an easy trip for those who had left the city gates, whether they'd possessed the blood or not.

I am within rights to have you all hunted down and jailed,” Balgruuf continued.

Ra'zhirr met his gaze head-on, saying nothing for a few moments in favor of looking him closely over. He understood suddenly why the hall was empty; he understood the steel in the man's tone was poorly crafted. “You complained not when they protected your city. Complain not now that they drift.”

Regal shoulders lowered, relieved at the civility of the response. “Aye.” Exhaustion darkened fine features, then, emphasized the shadows under his eyes as he leaned himself against the armrest, duty-bound warning administered. “Aye,” the Jarl whispered. “But I did not call you here for that.” He held no animosity towards the men and women who had defended his city and people, had no desire to dirty their legacy. Let them leave, he thought again. For all they have done, just let them leave. There are worse things at hand. His eyes met again with his company's, ice cold and hardened and watchful. “For you, who have witnessed the massacre at Helgen and survived, I have a request.”

“This one is listening.” It was easier to listen, easier to breathe, now that Ra'zhirr knew there was no risk of needing to cut down the Jarl and flee. He kills glady, perhaps, but Balgruuf seemed a decent enough man. It would have been a shame, he admitted to himself as he relaxed. The smoke reached him here and burned his nose, but the sensation kept him here, in the moment. He enjoyed the way the firelight danced off of gleaming metal and gems and the golden silk of the other man's robe as he watched his throat work, looking for words. “Speak plainly.”

“A Jarl does not usually find himself being ordered,” Balgruuf deflected, weary amusement in his voice as he settled comfortably in his chair. “Very well. You know more than most what these dragons are capable of. And I do mean dragons, plural. That beast you encountered is far from the only one I have heard tale of.” There was urgency in his voice, a plea for his audience to grasp the gravity. “There's not much we mortal men can do to stop them,” he said, “no deep wound we can cause with blades and arrows. My court wizard Farengar has been fond of reminding me of late.”

Balgruuf’s lips pressed together as he glared sidelong at the closed doors off to the side, irritated and unsure. “He's fond of the damn things–or at least, the idea of them. I've set him to working on finding a way to drive them away since you first came here from Riverwood, but now he says an informant of his has come up with something that may be truly helpful to our cause.” His gaze darted away from the doors, to the spit above the fire to the floor between his boots and finally to Ra’zhirr’s eyes. Thinking. “This brings us to my request. Speak to Farengar and go where he guides–I’m certain he'll tell you more than me. I know what he seeks is hidden in a crypt somewhere, but that is all I could gleam from him. He insists he won't bore me with the details, insolent man he is,” the Jarl muttered. “Though perhaps you could tell me in one minute what would take him many. He will not share all the details with me, but I suppose as long as you get this done, that will hardly matter.”

[sysig]

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