#mod ashes

[a-mag-a-day]

Will you guys be doing TMP as well?

Well, this blog's daily TMA relisten was done quite a bit after tma was fully over.

In order to do an episode a day for TMAGP it would need to be fully completed and that won't be anytime soon.

I am definitely all for doing a daily relisten in a few years' time when we already have the whole series, provided we are all still in the fandom <3

[rigormortisriot]

Drawing some of my fav makeup/hair looks I've done this year so far

mod ashes / mod ivy

[bonelyheartsclub]

HALLOWEEN EVENT sprites

Here are all the skeleton sprites from the Halloween event! Enjoy using these for references ;)

[nighting-crow]

Me, starting another Skyrim play through with mostly follower mods: What could go wrong?

What went wrong:

[dawns-beauty]

Solstheim Interlude 1: The Elves of House Telvanni

Since I have roughly the same amount of mainland elves left to do as there are on Solstheim, I'm going to make every other post about my Solstheim elf designs. Just for some variety!

Anyways, this is gonna be a long one, so I'm hiding the details under a cut.

Elynea Mothren

I wasn't satisfied with her original hair, so here is an updated one.

Neloth

Lotsa little tweaks on my original design, maybe not that noticeable to anyone but me.

I did also come up with two additional hairstyle options, though: bald and Morrowind (bald without a beard.)

Talvas Fathryon

I wanted to make him look young (to match his voice.)

I really like how his ears and nose turned out

Also, I wanted to give him some distinctly Dunmeri robes (with myconic prosthetic), instead of College of Winterhold castoffs.

Varona Nelas

Varona got a few more Morrowind-y cultural touches, as well as some custom robes

I've also made some robe for her replacement, though I'm not sure how to make him wear them at the moment.

Ulves Romoran

Tel Mithryn's resident chef (once you snap him out of his trance.) I gave him some proper chef's clothing as well as a scarf.)

Ildari Sarothril

I haven't decided whether or not to cover all named, unique enemies, but I do like making spooky magic baddies (not that I blame Ildari one bit.)

[pokeficdaily]

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Dead! Ash (Just to clarify, Gengar Ash)

I'll make you say!

How proud, you are of me!

So stay, awake!

Just long, enough to see

My waaaaaayyyy!

[corvlth]

Provide enrichment to your local retired spartan general

[shitty-mechs-headcannons]

All the mechs mechanisms are dodgy as hell

Oh Tim your trying to look at something ha your eyes are unfocused

Jonny being a bit too physically active? Oh shit, something's knocked out of place, there's a weird clicking noise and it h u r t s now

Ashes gets a bit of water in their lungs? Well the whole thing is fucked up now. You can't even soak that shit in rice to get the moisture out

Ivy accidentally downloads a bad virus? She's down for the count until someone is able to clean her out (and more often than not they have to kidnap and threaten some computer scientist or some such because not everyone who can help is always on the ship, and sometimes whoever can help doesn't have the expertise in how that planet's computers work)

Brian moves in the wrong way, gets shot in the wrong place, or any other number of things? Wait weeks for the metal of his mechanism to twist painfully back into place, or have someone open him up for a wildly invasive surgery to fix him, which he probably isn't always up for!

The Mechs are disabled mark my worms

-mod wil

[a-mag-a-day]

You can actually hear the eyeball in the spectrogram, if you pay attention! It's an extra layer of static (not the usual Eye static, more of a hiss) starting at "The job is yours" and getting briefly louder at the word "flashes" when we reach the pupil. The image fully ends after "the vanishing of well-known faces," but it fades out of audibility before that.

Interesting!

[rigormortisriot]

My boots came in!!

[bonelyheartsclub]

Does Ash enjoy being shown affection/showing affection?

Receiving: If it’s not enormous amounts of affection yes. The occasional soft hug or kiss is nice, but he gets a little overwhelmed and shy if it’s a lot at one time.

Giving: He likes to hold hands a lot to give affection.

Via @/buttergriffin332

[ashdoeswhump]

Tws: noncon body mod, body horror, amputation, hospital setting

Whumpee with the ability to fully regrow any body part, and to adapt to any environment.

They're kept in a locked room in the hospital, a machine constantly drawing blood and spinal fluids to have on hand - when transfused into a patient, the blood perfectly changes to match their type so there's no resistance from the body.

When a new limb or organ is needed, the hospital staff take it from whumpee. Sure, being with their heart or a lung or even part of of their brain for a few hours will kill them, but they'll regrow it and be fine again afterwards.

Do they give whumpee pain medication or anaesthesia for every amputation, or does the mindset of "they'll regrow it, it doesn't matter" extend to "the pain will wear off, it doesn't matter"?

How did whumpee end up here? Were they sold out abandoned by their parents? Did they discover this ability themselves and decide they wanted to make a difference?

Are they even aware of what's going on? Or are they drugged into compliance, barely even aware of their own name?

Are the hospital staff aware of their presence and the state they're kept in, or is it just one whumper who harvests from whumpee and the rest live in willful ignorance?

So many delicious possibilities.

[stuckinthesun]

༝༚༝༚ Tic-Tac-Toe ༝༚༝༚

Part 2

Black suit mod!Leon x fem!Reader

Leon masterlist

You hated these banquets, it was just a bunch of rich people trying to prove just how rich they were. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were childhood friends with the president’s daughter, you wouldn’t even be here.

Normally you wouldn’t be here, choosing to make some excuse to get out of it that Ashley would envy you for, but this dinner was an exception. It was to celebrate Ashley’s safe return home from being held hostage in Spain.

You’re here to support your friend, although she keeps being whisked away to talk to random people about her “adventure” like it was some thrilling vacation.

So here you sat, in the back of the room alone, with your own tray of champagne and a pen. What’s the pen for, you ask? Well, as you sat there, drinking and bored out of your mind, you looked down at your legs and realized something. The fishnet stockings you wore made for the perfect tic-tac-toe canvas.

And that’s how you’ve been spending the last ten minutes, playing a game of tic-tac-toe against yourself, when you hear someone clear their throat. You look up, a little sluggishly due to the alcohol in your system, and when you see who’s standing at your table, you’re eyes widen.

Leon S. Kennedy, aka the man who went all the way to Spain and saved Ashley, by himself.

You’ve met him before, briefly, when he first brought Ashley home, but you haven’t really seen him since. You were too focused on your friend to really register anything else.

But now that everything’s calmed down, and Ashley has reassured you that she’s alright, you finally take in the agent who rescued her.

And he looked… he looked good.

The man is wearing a three piece suit, the dress shirt and tie a dark grey and the outer coat a nice black, and he looked at you with amusement as he asked, “Are you playing tic-tac-toe… on your leg?”

You look down at your own leg, as if you needed to confirm that was what you were in fact doing, before looking back up at him, “And what if I am?”

Leon laughs, and it sounds so pretty that you instantly decide you need to hear it again. The man pulls out the chair next to you and sits down, “I’m not judging you, actually seems more entertaining than anything else here.”

“Ah a man with taste,” You say, and move your chair until it’s closer to his before propping your leg up on his lap, “Well then, Leon, X’s or O’s?”

Now it’s you looking at him with amusement as his eyes widen and flicker between your leg in his lap and your face, “You’re serious?”

“Very, now grab a glass and make your move.” You instruct, pushing the pen into his hand and grabbing your own glass before taking a swig.

Leon just looks at you for a moment, and then at the pen in his hand, and then your leg in his lap. You watch him with a raised eyebrow as he seems to shrug to himself, grabs a glass of champagne, down it in one go and then grab your leg, carefully drawing an X through a gap in your stockings.

You whooped a little louder than you meant to, making some of the guests nearby look at the both of you. Leon shushed you with a laugh, putting a hand over your mouth and you giggled, pleased with yourself for hearing that sound again.

Still giggling you took the pen from his grasp and looked at your leg, deciding where to place your move. Leon leaned over a little to watch as he said, “So this is gonna be really awkward since you clearly know my name-“

You let out a dramatic gasp, and look up just in time to watch him roll his eyes while fighting off a smirk, “You don’t know my name?!”

“You never-“

“Shame!”

“You never introduced yourself!” Leon defended himself, picking up another glass of champagne, “You just thanked me, hugged me and left!”

“I was a little preoccupied,” You glare playfully, drawing an O right next to his X, “My best friend just got back from being kidnapped, remember?”

“Yeah, I’m the one that saved her, remember?” Leon leaned closer and plucked the pen from your fingers.

You leaned in closer to, “Yeah, that’s why we’re both at this stupid thing, remember?”

His hand, that had stayed respectfully on your knee since he first touched you, slid a little higher. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers getting caught in your tights and his hot breath fanning your face, “So are you gonna tell me your name, or are you gonna make me guess?”

You smirk and open your mouth-

“Ahem,” The sound of someone clearing their throat startled both of you.

You and Leon jumped away from each other with lightning speed, so fast you about fell out of your chair trying to get your legs off his lap. When you looked up you saw none other than Ashley Graham herself, wearing a shit eating grin as she tried not to laugh.

“Ashley,” You greeted nonchalantly, raising an empty champagne glass toward her.

“Y/N,” Ashley said, unable to hold in a chuckle. You see Leon look at you from your peripheral and sigh, bummed you didn’t get to tell him your name yourself.

“Leon,” Ashley says then, and the agent sits up instantly, looking at the blonde girl, “My dad’s been looking for you.”

“Oh, uh,” Leon looked at you, and you looked back at him with a sad smile. He returned the smile and with a small sigh he stood up, “Right, thanks Ashley.”

“Of course, bye Leon.” Ashley smiled knowingly, and you could’ve sworn you saw the agent blush.

“Bye. It was nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” Leon said, giving you one last smile before walking away, leaving you with your friend.

“Why do you have X’s and O’s on your leg?”

…and ink on your leg.

I found the picture on the right and just knew I had to write something

[robo-dino-puppy]

horizon zero dawn (remastered) | thunder's drum

[dawns-beauty]

I'm working on some Telvanni NPCs now. It's always bothered me that only Neloth has fancy robes, so here's a sneak peek at what I'm cooking for Talvas

myconic prosthetic arm :D