#for appearances sake

[ghouljams]

Hello ! How are you doing ?

Thank you so much for sharing your work. Reading your writings has been so therapeutic for me, you have no idea how grateful I am about this. I’m going through a really rough part of my life, and I’m surrounded by sources of high stress that prevent me from relaxing even though I’m supposed to be on vacation with my mom. It makes me really sad and my anxiety is being a nightmare ; but it’s been so nice to run away through it all by reading your works. I’ve been binge-reading your blog ever since I discovered you a few days ago, and I’m in love. Thank you again.

Also ! I just got an idea.

What about PriZe, for Price’s demon’s name ? It’s close to his own name, but not the same ? Gathering intel, torturing their targets and easily claiming their « prized » info ? I don’t really know if it makes sense, I’m really bad at explaining things. But the idea just popped in my head while re-reading this and I just… felt the need to share it ? I really hope it’s okay.

What if the demon has the ability to just… literally dig through their victim’s brain to get any information they want, but it’s a very demanding power that requires them to be in full shape for them to use it properly, like after a good meal ? I imagine some targets are tough nuts to crack, even for a demon, so this method is used on them, albeit very sparingly, because our demon is always exhausted after using it. I see them acting like everything’s fine despite their entire body shaking like a leaf stuck in a storm, only allowing themselves to collapse in Price’s arms when the two of them are alone. Maybe Price gets a little soft, seeing how worn down their are, almost limp from the fatigue they’re trying to fight, and pampers them to get them to sleep ?

(I’m a sucker for powerful abilities with extreme drawbacks.)

Lots of love on you, Friend !

I like Prize, but I don't know if it quite fits what they do. At least in my mind. Price's name comes from the literal cost of acquiring information: they can see everything a target has seen for the price of that target's eyes, can hear for their ears, so on and so forth. Price can do just about anything "for a price". Something I think Capt. Price learned has to come from one of them early on.

That said I'm a sucker for the soft, you know me, so let's drain the demon's battery.

It's been a long 72 hours, and you're starving. You're also pinned down. A slab of cement separating you and your captain from the hail of bullets being rained onto you. Price is yelling into his radio for position information, for backup, for anything really. You're busy trying to improvise a decent explosive to try and buy both of you time. You burn a little more of you reserves to find an extra wire in the rubble and arm the device.

Your shadows lash at the enemy soldier that tries to flank, slashing his throat before spearing through him and into the one behind him. "Christ you are a wonder today," Price breathes, watching the men fall as your shadow retracts.

"Doin' my best," You tell him through grit teeth, popping out of cover just long enough to throw your shitty bomb.

"How much more you got in you?" He asks watching you crouch again. You grimace, doing some quick maths on your hunger levels versus your magic.

"Not as much as we want," You shake your head, "What do you need?"

"Got a helo incoming, need to get to the roof." Easier said than done as always. You tap your fingers against the cement, try to think of your best options, the best use of your remaining resources.

"I'll cover you, just try not to get shot." You both nod to each other and take a breath.

Then Price moves and all hell breaks loose. You expend a considerable amount of magic making every gun jam, and lashing away the already flying bullets. More magic slashing and spearing the combatants that charge Price with a knife or improvised weapon. He's just as quick to fire off shots; grabbing a soldier by the neck and shooting him first in the stomach, then between the eyes, before swiping the semi-automatic he'd been toting.

You throw thick shadowy shields up to catch a knife before it can slash your captain. You're getting slower, the radius of your senses creeping smaller and smaller. Price fires over your head as he back tracks up the nearest set of stairs. If you had even a second to eat...

A bullet grazes Price's arm, tears through his shirt with a streak of blood. You steal a few drops for an unlocked door as you both crash through the metal door leading to the roof. It's blissfully uninhabited but it won't be for long. You drop into Price's shadow, too tired to keep physical form while he runs to the edge of the roof and jumps to the next one.

"Awning on the left," You whisper, stretching to feel the best path to point.

"Stay with me sweetheart, can rest in the helo," Price presses his back to a wall and switches mags.

"Who said anything about resting, I'm working overtime," You grumble, watching him fire around the corner. You tweak a few bullets to hit their targets. You just need to get your charge to safety. That's what you keep telling yourself at least.

Price looks overhead, tracking the helicopter as it flies over the war torn city. Only a moment to breath before he's moving again. You direct him towards the humming metal, tossing him spare mags and spearing the unlucky few that aren't granted a bullet riddled death. When you finally spot the helo it's because the bullets are suddenly flying at it not you.

The door slides open and you hear Price laugh a little, watching Gaz shoot the men running after him from the door. He's quick to pick up the pace, grabbing Gaz's outstretched arm as soon as he's able for the assist climbing in.

"Get us out of here!" Gaz yells to the pilot, hauling Price into the helo with a tight grip. The engine whirs and over it you hear Gaz tell your captain, "Thought we'd lost you when we got separated, you're one lucky bastard."

Not luck, but close enough to it. Price hums, presses a steadying hand to the wall of the helicopter. You choose to take that as a dismissal, letting the darkness shelter you as you drift.

"Price." Your name drags you out of your hibernation. You pull yourself from the shadows in Price's tent just enough to stare at him. He's sat on his cot staring down at you. You try not to look as tired as you feel. He pats the space next to him. "Haven't had you pull anything from me in a while," He tells you, watching you extract yourself from the shadows to climb onto his cot.

"Haven't needed to," You stretch out across the standard issue bed, it's about as comfortable as you expected it to be, "you keep me well fed most of the time."

"I know, an' 'm sorry," He shakes his head, "don't like drainin' you like that."

"Not your fault," you sigh, "There wasn't time to eat, I'm just glad we got outta there in one piece."

"You want somethin' to eat now?" Price turns to settle a hand on your stomach. You hum, thinking over the offer. You're both fairly well trained to each other, but you're honestly too tired for sex after your forced shutdown.

"Maybe after a nap." You earn a smile for your honesty, Price's hand leaves your stomach to nudge you towards the edge of the cot. Just enough room for him to lay down. You figure it must be pretty late in the night if the captain is going to bed. You don't waste time trying to guess the hour, rolling to rest on his chest as Price slips an arm around you.

"Good, I'm exhausted," He sighs, and tugs his hat down over his eyes.

You cuddle closer enjoying the way his hand slides across your back, comforting and gentle. You think he must've been worried about you. You can still remember the first time you overstretched yourself. How hard he'd tried to hide his concern, and the mumbled admission that he didn't like how quiet everything was, how light his shoulders were during your sleep.

You rub your hand against his chest, the soft military issue tee catching under your fingers. Yeah, you miss him too when you're out of commission. You both certainly sleep better when you're corporeal if Price's snores are anything to go off of.

[thelostmoongazer]

yeah he's baby girl or whatever

[thatswhatsushesaid]

he is so ready to suck the poison right out of you, jin guangyao. by any means necessary

[crassussativum]

@turianspeedjunkie

Walking through town at dusk meant putting on his role again. Linnaeus and Rogal out on their evening stroll, hand in hand, like every night. Appearances to be kept and so on. Never mind that Mav kind of liked holding Dius' hand, he kept that to himself. Or as much to himself as his lightly fluttering mandibles allowed him to.

[nabaath-areng]

Perhaps this is common knowledge and I'm just speaking into the void here, but thought it couldn't hurt to share this trick just in case it might benefit someone else. This applies for Anamnesis on PC.

If you want to use the emotes of another race/gender than that of your character, you can do so by pausing and register the emotes you'd like to use and then apply it to your desired character.

It works pretty well across the board regardless of height or proportions, and the tweaking required is minimal (mostly for facial expressions and general hand/limb placement).

Again, maybe this is common knowledge, but this is my personal go-to screenshot trick nowadays so thought maybe it might be beneficial for someone else.

[5mcsinatrenchcoat]

Baldur's Gate is not a small city, and there's never a shortage of kids running on its streets. Fighting, stealing, making a name for themselves. Creating their own crews and sticking to them, mostly. That being said, if you grew up on the same streets, you probably crossed paths at least once. Even if you're unlikely to remember it...

When Karlach was talking about her childhood, I couldn't help but think: what are the chances that Vice, a street urchin from the same city and of approximately similar age, ever met her?

Wouldn't that be cute.

[rivalcobalt]

Woe, MS paint diagram of the retroactive Komaedification of N be upon ye

[bawmbo]

WAVING VIOLENTLY IN YOUR DIRECTION!!! HELLO!! hi!!! I am going on vacation (back home!) for my birthday for a week!! so here are some doodles from today (and a sticker thingy i made a while ago with mr mems with cat socks :) ) oh yes special guest appearance killer, and his menace cats. did i mention, memory's save star does get pretty warm? perfect for those little creatures, unfortunate that the little gremlin ones were sic'd on him

@nullandvalid (tag for your favorite silly appearance)

[mishy-mashy]

Hey it's not the biggest detail but-

Kudo—

—And Bruce,

They have eyebags. Since their forms are from the time of the Resistance, they were probably tired and stressed. (Or they just have shit sleeping schedules)

"Even after death, we're still bound to our duties." (Kudo, ch. 414)

[knight-of-skyloft]

Just because r/fuckmoash thinks Moash is the worst person in the Stormlight Archive doesn't mean he's actually portrayed that way, like you can actually look in the books and see what Brandon wrote instead of taking the worst parts of Stormlight reddit as gospel

[ni-kol-koru]

Opposite Personalities + Opposite Aesthetics = Siblings

This is how I see the Miyaji brothers 🧡🍍

[artfartt]

Jax and Max get into a fight who’d win

Max wouldn’t stand a chance against a 5’something FNAF rabbit child who just so happens to not be able to die (as far as we know)

[arcsimper5]

Little rant - AZI

Why is everyone bitching about 'How did you get AZI'? Like He's WITH ECHO in Plan 99, or did we just collectively forget that? He's WITH ECHO in the walker when he commandeers it?! It's not magic, folks!

[snekverse]

MCD time!! Starting w the main cast, got 3 more full lineups to do 😎

[vulturevanity]

When the crew asked Dot to do job ads for them and she replied with "sounds like a pain" I was fascinated.

Most of Dot's characterization these past few episodes was doing things for others without being asked, and then downplaying her work when they complimented her on it. So when she hesitated to do the little job ads for the crew, my first instinct was "She Would Not Freaking Say That", but then I mulled it over and... I actually really like that choice.

Dot is a very nuanced character, full of subtleties. She's not exactly averse to new experiences, but she is very selective with what she's willing to go along with. She likes doing favors for others but only on her own terms. She has an interest in learning about pokemon training, but only recently had the motivation to become a trainer herself. In fact, she only seems to do things when she feels especially motivated. She's hard on herself, alarmingly so at times (namely when Spinel messes with the Volt Tacklers and she falls for it), and from what I can see she thinks very lowly of herself, which, along with Murdock's general attitude toward her (simultaneously overprotective and hands-off in a desperate attempt to see her come out of her shell) is why I headcanon her to have clinical depression.

So maybe she was having a bad brain day, or managing expectations. Or maybe she just hates doing graphic design for ads lmao

[khathastrophe]

you know when people joked that 'Marry My Husband' needs to be more 2013 I think they meant the fashion not reused kdrama plots cause what was episode 12 even