#oc: skim

[velvetwyrme]

new oc!!!! my strange creature!! this is Skyskimmer (or just Skim). they're a weird bird-bug-thing.

more on them under the cut because i love them dearly fhskfhdk

Skyskimmer (they/them, loosely Autobot aligned) is independent to a fault, often to the point of isolation. As a sailplane, they can glide for many hours without needing to land for fuel. Skim wants to be liked and valued, which is hard to do when you look and act like a very unsettling bug and are alone for long periods of time.

Their desire for independence is at odds with their inherent reliance on others, as a sailplane, they don't have a way to get off the ground by themselves and thus must rely on being being winched or towed into the air. Alternatively, thrown like a paper airplane. They can hop and glide short distances on their own (like a bird!), but without the requisite height to catch thermals and updrafts, they are they grounded. They do not mind this, as it allows them to spend more time indulging one of their favorite hobbies- observing humans.

Their interest in humans stems from a sort of scientific enthusiasm/"WOW cool bug!!" type of fascination rather than seeing them as people. Because of this, they have a collection of medical journals and texts from around the world, and is skilled field medic... for humans specifically. Skim is absolutely trash at fixing up their fellow bots, do NOT let them try anything, they will weld someones servo to their leg.

Unfortunately their scientific interest in humans means that they have terrible bedside manner and they will explain to you the many ways you can be eviscerated or die horribly, because they think it's REALLY cool.

... Safe to say, they rarely get to use their (human) medical knowledge.

Skim's real, usable(!!) talent lies in observing meteorological phenomena and predicting weather patterns with startling accuracy. Is it an outlier ability? Or just eerily good readings? Skim doesn't know and doesn't care, it's one of the only times they have an excuse to glide without having to ask someone to help them into the sky, so they'll take what they can get.

[choccy-milky]

how to scare a goody two-shoes ravenclaw 👵🏻

[redfirefox-55]

Hellooo I absolutely had to draw some fanart of @maryymaruu ‘s cute little guy Three Signals!

Plus a silly little doodle of them and omop together! I like to think they would get along! <3

[nerd-who-likes-cats]

Elias Tsum!

Elias belongs to @r-aindr0p 💙

I put him off for a while because I didn't want to draw the ignihyde uniform, but he's here! I figured since tsum Ortho couldn't fly, tsum Elias wouldn't have Elias's cool prosthetic arm, and like tsum Ortho would get some cool technomantic upgrades while at Night Raven. (Story under cut)

Upon noticing the lights in the sky, and more importantly the hunter in a tree with binoculars already aimed at them, Elias swiftly activated his unique magic to get a quite literal birds eye view. He watched the scene through the eyes of a bird, fluttering around between the small round creatures falling from the sky. When he spotted one with familiar scruffy hair covering its face. He flew closer, this creature really did resemble him to a bizarre extent... as he fluttered around it, an arrow shot up from the nearby copse of trees. Just as Elias was realizing who shot it, the enchantment on the arrow activated, and rather than piercing the tsum, it transformed into a bubble around both the small creatures. Elias had seen enough.

Deactivating his magic, Elias rushed outside. On his way he tripped no less than three times, but he made it.

Elias! I do believe I've just encountered your tsum lookalike!" Rook said cheerfully.

This was a good chance to test a new feature Idia had added to his arm. Elias pointed and shot a tiny technomantic beam at the bubble, breaking it so the tsum and innocent bird could go free. It was barely a fraction of what Ortho could do, but only a fraction of him was robotic compared to Ortho, and hey, it was still pretty cool.

The tsum dropped down and stood at Elias's feet looking up into the tree where Rook was.

Rook was unphased "is that a new feature? Magnifique!"

"Yeah, it is" it was meant to help him be an even better hunter, but after having Rook catch his tsum before him, he didn't feel worthy of claiming it was working quite yet.

"Also!" Rook continued "I noticed les chats espiégles had a tsum companion aiding them in tripping you on the way here, I do believe we are due for some trouble while the tsums are around."

Rook had seen that? This was humiliating. "Yeah whatever" Elias said, picking up his tsum and returning to the main building, not looking back at Rook.

Once inside he noticed the new message he'd gotten, the headmaster was calling all those who caught a tsum to his office. He sighed and looked at the tsum in his hands.

The little creature was hard to read with its hair in its face, but Elias did notice something about it. While the tsums he'd seen before all had four nubbins as their appendages, this tsum was missing the front right one. Well, Elias had his first project in mind for once the meeting with Crowley was over. He was going to make this guy a prosthetic nubbin. (Or more likely convince Idia to do it for him, but eh, same result.)

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

i keep passing out by accident on this game and, to my surprise, he has yet to tell me soemthinf about it???? so i wrtoe this. very self indulgent i must say. please hit like and subscribe

[kathlare]

tease and temptation

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Lando and Amelie continue their playful, flirty dynamic through a late-night video call.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: fluff, kinda suggestive content

full masterlist // request over here!

March 13th, 2024 - London, United Kingdom

Lando sat back on his couch, still feeling the remnants of a busy day at the McLaren headquarters. His phone buzzed on the coffee table in front of him, and he reached for it, a grin spreading across his face when he saw the name on the screen.

Amelie.

He’d spent the last few days flying from one place to another, the only real solace coming from the late-night texts and the random FaceTime calls he managed to steal. But tonight? Tonight, he had a quiet evening to himself in his London apartment. And with that thought, he opened the message.

Ames💛: Here are the photos from my Skims campaign. Don’t die on me, okay? 😜

Lando laughed softly to himself. He clicked on the photos, each one making his heart race a little faster. Amelie looked absolutely stunning. The first photo was of her in a baby blue lace bra and matching thong, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes daring, lips curled into a teasing smile. The second photo, she was lounging on a couch, dressed in a soft beige set, the fabric hugging her curves perfectly, her expression soft yet seductive. There was something about the way she looked in these photos—confidence, sensuality, elegance—it made Lando want to do anything to be there with her, even if it was just to admire her from afar.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

He couldn’t help but grin as he scrolled through the pictures. He knew exactly how to tease her back, but at the same time, he wanted to keep this between them, just the two of them, like everything else in their complicated relationship. He quickly typed out a reply:

Lan🧡: Still wearing it? Or is it just for the photo?

He leaned back on the couch, staring at the screen, waiting for her reply. His fingers drummed on the armrest as he idly scrolled through his Instagram feed, but his mind kept drifting back to the pictures. And then—just as he was about to put the phone down—another notification appeared.

Incoming video call: Ames💛

His heart skipped a beat.

Lando didn’t waste a second. He hit accept, and within moments, Amelie’s face filled the screen, that same teasing smile playing on her lips. The dim lighting of the room cast shadows over her, highlighting her features in a way that made his stomach flip.

He’s breath caught as he saw her, her skin glowing, eyes playful. She was stunning, as always. The anticipation between them was palpable, something that had been growing since the moment she send those photos.

—Hi, babe,— Amelie purred, her voice soft and laced with mischief. —Did you like the photos?—

Lando couldn’t hide his grin, a little breathless. —You know I did,— he replied, his voice rougher than he intended. —You’re trying to kill me, Ames.—

Amelie laughed, the sound echoing in his ears, and he leaned forward a little, his eyes tracing the curve of her jaw, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulder, just as it had in the photos. —Maybe I like making you squirm,— she teased, her eyes flickering with something more, something just beneath the surface.

He couldn’t help but smirk. —You know exactly what you’re doing.— His gaze dropped briefly to the way her shirt hung off her shoulders, making his mind wander. —Still wearing it?— he asked again, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Amelie tilted her head, the playful look on her face never leaving. —Why don’t you check for yourself?— she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.

His breath hitched. He’d been with her long enough now to know exactly what she meant. And knowing that this wasn’t just a casual conversation, he felt the heat rise in his chest. It was always like this with Amelie, flirty, teasing, yet there was an undeniable intimacy between them that made his heart race. It was never just surface-level with her.

—Okay, show me then,— he said, leaning forward, his pulse quickening with every second. His voice dropped an octave, quieter, almost a whisper. —Don’t make me beg.—

Amelie’s lips parted slightly, and she looked down, as if debating her next move. Slowly, she pulled the phone back, out of frame, and Lando’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited.

It didn’t take long for her to pull the camera back into focus. She was standing now, wearing the same baby blue set from the photos, her posture confident, her eyes locked on the camera as she gave a small twirl.

—Like what you see?— she asked, her tone breathy but full of playful confidence.

Lando swallowed, his voice tight with desire. —Fuck, yes. You know I do.—

She smiled knowingly, stepping closer to the camera. —You should come over then,— she teased, her voice low and sultry. —What are you waiting for?—

Lando’s mind was racing. The thought of being with her, right now, made him ache. But he wasn’t about to let her have all the power in this moment. —You know what I want,— he said, his words coming out barely above a whisper. —What about you? Are you still wearing the rest of it?—

Amelie didn’t break eye contact. She slowly reached for the waistband of her panties, teasing him just enough for him to feel the anticipation building between them. She didn’t pull them down yet, just let her fingers rest on the fabric as if to remind him of exactly what he was missing.

—I’m still wearing it. But I bet you want to see more.— Her voice had that knowing tone, the one that made his mind go wild with possibilities.

Lando’s hand gripped the edge of his couch, trying to steady himself. —You know I do,— he murmured, his voice hoarse. —So… what now?—

Amelie tilted her head slightly, as if thinking for a moment. —Now?— she asked, her lips curling into a teasing smile. —Now you’re going to watch me for a bit.—

Lando’s chest tightened. —You sure you want to do this?— he asked, a little breathlessly. —I mean, we both know how it’s gonna end.—

Her eyes darkened slightly, and she stepped closer to the camera. —I’m more than sure,— she said, her voice dropping lower, more seductive. —You’ve got me exactly where you want me, Lando.—

The words sent a shiver down his spine. He could feel his body responding to her, and it took all his self-control not to let that feeling take over entirely. But there was something different this time—something about the intimacy between them, about the way they knew each other so well, and yet still couldn’t get enough of one another.

Amelie took a step back, letting the camera capture her entire figure. Her body, lit softly by the room’s lighting, looked like something out of a dream. Her eyes never left the screen, her gaze unblinking and full of promise.

—You like it when I tease you, don’t you?— she asked, a slow, deliberate smile curling on her lips as she watched him struggle to keep his composure.

Lando couldn’t form a coherent response. He was too caught up in the moment, the electricity between them buzzing so intensely it almost felt like it was coming through the phone.

Lando let out a sharp breath, his eyes glued to the screen, watching her every move. —Ames,— he muttered, his voice dropping lower. —Stop… You’re gonna make me lose my mind.—

Amelie’s grin only grew wider. —I’m just getting started,— she teased, giving him a little wink.

Lando’s breath caught in his throat, but before he could reply, Amelie held his gaze, slowly raising the phone down just enough to give him a view of the baby blue fabric hugging her curves once again. The image was enough to make his pulse spike.

—Still got your attention?— she asked, her voice breathless yet filled with teasing delight.

Lando leaned back, swallowing hard as he met her gaze. The game was on, and he had no intention of letting it end anytime soon.

[manasurge]

Guild Wars 2 OC stuff: So I finally figured out the full body design for Vallotash (Mordremoth's Scion a.k.a. who Mourynn actually is) They're more or less the same person, but it's complicated, but leans more to Vall believing she's Mourynn and kind of is since she inhabits her body and memories, but is technically an imposter and is very depressed and in denial about it. Inspiration from Jahai Bluffs: "Are you a dragon dreaming that it's a hero? If you were, how would you know?" (also it's my tumblr banner lol) I'm still sketching out the origin story to explain how this happens, but for now here is this sketch bc I am happy with how this turned out and wanted to post it early. It's basically self preservation turned to parasitism to accidental death of host to unintentional identity theft out of guilt/tribute + memory absorption to make her think she's the sapling + amnesia about the whole event taking place over the span of a year stuck in the dream (to super condense her origin lore). I'll finish these sketches once I'm done her origin story pages, or if I get possessed to do it earlier bc I'm still happy with how this turned out and might want to keep working on it sooner, hehe.

Here is more sketches of Mourynn/Vallotash under the cut:

She has some simpler looks for when she's flattened down. She looks SO SILLY but I love it. Beware the Scion of Mordremoth: This freaking wiggly silly noodle thing. A terrifying menace!! Beloathed parasite daughter vine of the mighty Jungle Elder Dragon!! /does a snake blep (Also the first two head sketches I did of her from last year when she still didn't have a body designed yet lmao. I still have to figure out how large she actually is, as well as her colouration. She'll have to match Mourynn's, so she's gonna be a funny mix of the colours in the cool spectrum, which doesn't look very plant-like, but sylvari can be all different colours, and she has the whole poisonous/hallucinogenic thing going on, as well as some Soo-won influence bc she's based off a leafy sea dragon and is very attuned to water, so it kinda works yeah????) I also have no idea what her large chin whisker things are supposed to be. I just kind of made them up on the spot and fell in love with them, so they're STAYING, even if they make no sense. I mostly just love that they'd look so cool underwater and while glowing in the dark, and they are vaguely alien and jellyfish-like.

[confusedmothboy]

hey hi hello. i MUST know more about his involvement in the adult timeline. truth be told i don’t really gaf about the adult timeline but I’m so curious to see how it would play out like this with eddie !!!!!!

im gonna go through his involvement in the adult tl like hes in the show itself bear with me

[warning for drugs, an overdose, suic!de, imagery describing that in the second written portion]

eddie is revealed as a survivor in season 1 episode five as the group's starting to discuss what to do with the blackmail and gather the group that would have gotten it back together. we find out that he got a postcard of his own and ripped it up and shoved it down the garbage disposal because he can't be bothered to deal with whatever it might mean. he decides not to tell travis because he assumes (and is eventually right in the assumption) that it'll just make him spiral. but he doesn't realize until later that morning that it's connected to the other survivors until he gets a phone call from nat.

--

Eddie felt his phone buzz in his pocket, the way it did when he was getting a call. Without looking at the caller ID, he stood up, leaning against the kitchen counter to answer it.

“Professor Taylor, what can I do for you?” He introduced himself, an instinct that persisted even outside of his office on campus.

“Eddie. We need to talk.” He heard Nat’s voice on the other line. “Did you or Travis get one of those fuckass postcards too?” She asked, her voice panicked. Eddie couldn't answer her question verbally, obviously. He glanced at Travis, who hadn't looked up from the paper. 

“Miss Watson, it's been a while, how have things been?” Eddie responded, to a confused noise from Nat. 

“The hell- No, Eddie, I know it's you.” Nat said, frustrated. Eddie paused to make it sound like whatever he was pretending to listen to was real. “Well?” Nat asked. 

“Yeah, I’d bet, let me check my schedule, I’ll see if I can fill in for your class on Monday.” He continued, much to Nat’s protest and confusion. “History of the far East, right? Oh, don't worry, I could have a lesson planned for that within the hour. No, no, don't you worry, Barbara, take all the time you need out with your kids. Alright. Alright. You rest up, now. Alright. Buh-bye.” Eddie ended the call, and put his phone on Do Not Disturb. 

--

nat and him talk later as well, and she promises that she won't point the other survivors to him or travis. unfortunately, eddie didn't realize that there would be two postcards delivered to their house, and he had missed the one meant for travis. a week after he clears everything up with nat, travis starts freaking out over the blackmail. he asks eddie if he got a card as well, and eddie denies it (which travis believes because. if eddie though they would only get one card delivered then why wouldn't travis also think that). travis and eddie's storylines only intersect with the rest of the adults through nat, because she's the only one they stayed friends with.

they call nat up around episode 7, and talk it through with her before she leaves for her stakeout. at this point, none of the other survivors have put together that they should find the two. everyone but shauna forgot about them and ofc shauna's still tracing the adam thing.

speaking of, no, eddie doesn't help clean up adam's murder. he's a) not in new jersey in the first place, and b) employed. he has his own pressing issues to deal with in episode 10. im imagining this awful scene of him in the teen tl finding jackie's body that gets spliced with him in the adult tl finding travis's body OH MY GOD. IT WOULD HURT SO BAD. -end season one-

at the start of season two, nat is still taken by lottie's cult, but more around the second episode rather than the s1 finale because then the news has time to reach her. eddie pretty much runs into misty while doing his own investigation on nat's whereabouts and tags along her and walter's investigative work. except he is really running out of vacation days and yes his husband just died but unlike literally everyone else here he is EMPLOYED. HE HAS A 401K.

eddie to literally every single one of the survivors after they all meet up at lottie's cult:

after finding nat, he figures it's alright to head home. he doesn't like lottie, but he knows that she always had a sweet spot for nat, so he figures not much can go wrong at the cult. unfortunately, he can't get a ride back home and all of a sudden he's in lottie's little sharing circle and they're proposing a hunt. and that's when shauna says something Very Wrong that he immediately takes as her having something to do with travis's death. don't ask me what cause the adult tl is a vague blur but it was something drug related (talking abbout misty's plan with lottie and the fent needles or whatever but he wasn't in on that conversation) and he comes to the conclusion that SHE was the one that laced the stuff travis od'ed on.

season two concludes with nat dyng and lottie being dragged away and eddie can't explain it but he knows (or thinks he knows) that somehow shauna's behind all of it. which she's not. but that doesn't mattter to him at that point.

in season three, eddie uses his weekends and free time to stalk shauna. his boss is on his ass for neglecting his lectures but he can't exactly explain the direness of the situation. eddie is immediately on board with misty that shauna killed lottie. again, he didn't like lottie but he hated shauna more. and he knows something's up with tai so he stays away from her. he's part-timing their bullshit at this point.

when shauna snaps against melissa, eddie isn't there to see it (again. employed), but misty breaks it down for him and they both conclude that shauna's fully back in her wilderness mentality.

also, after eddie starts backing misty with her investigation and walter and misty split up is when misty figures that of the first four times in the wilderness weren't the charm, it mght be worth one more shot with eddie, cause it's not like he's taken anymore (shocker: the gay man rejects her)

after van's death, eddie starts openly antagonizing shauna, to which shauna and tai start turning on him. we've established that this guy gets very cold and self destructive after losses. this is the end of season 3 so everything beyond this is just speculation on where the characters will go during season 4.

eddie leaves the group once he realizes he's becoming a danger to himself, but we all know what happens when the survivors try to leave after getting roped back in. tai and misty go after melissa, while shauna goes after eddie. misty can't stop her, so she just gives eddie information about what's going on with shauna when she assumes he needs it.

eddie eventually quits his job at the beginning of season 4. he's been seeing shauna's fuckass minivan everywhere and he realizes that The End Is Nigh. cause we all know she's harboring the same grudges against him from the wilderness. if she tried to kill him out there, she'll do it again 26 years later. he locks himself in his house for a whole episode and a half before finally he decides to pack his valuables and drive down the east coast to give them to a cousin of his before he meets his end. he puts some mighty emphasis on the security of his vintage dishware.

in season 4 episode 5, eddie runs to his car and guns it south. he quickly notices shauna tailing him and after hours of trying to lose her, he decides that it's not worth it to involve his living family in her bullshit any longer (he STILL thinks she killed travis and lottie and did something with nat so. he knows he's next). and he's right to think she was gonna kill him. she had just been waiting for him to leave his house, she learned her lesson not to attack people in their living rooms. eddie drives to the cemetery where travis is buried, and shoots himself in the head as he sees her headlights coming down the road. he always was a fan of romeo and juliet in english class.

--

“Want a smoke?” Eddie opened his eyes to the inside of an airplane. Drenched in dark blue lighting, the plane shuddered with turbulence. Eddie gripped the armrest instinctively, and turned to the voice. Eddie. Eddie was looking at Eddie, the him that he was twenty five years ago, to be exact. Younger Eddie’s brown and green jacket was without wear, his hair trimmed, his earring a single, simple stud. The real Eddie shook his head, processing the question. “Suit yourself.” The younger Eddie -Ed, maybe- said, taking a cigarette out of the box and flicking the lighter on. He took a deep drag.

Eddie looked around the plane. He was belted in, and fussed with the clasp before giving up. To his right was himself. To his left was Jackie. Jackie. Her eyes were blank, her face devoid of any emotion Eddie associated with his sister. 

“Jacks- hey.” Eddie managed, his eyes welling with tears at the sight of her, a memory suspended in time. 

“Don’t bother. She can't talk. None of them can.” Ed said, gesturing behind the row the three were sitting in. Eddie turned around and saw Nat, her younger self, same as Ed. In the back rows were Ben and Javi. All their faces were blank, unmoving and unfeeling. Eddie tried again to undo his seatbelt, and Ed scoffed. “This is how we remember them. I was confused for a while, and then I realized we never really saw them as people. As individuals beyond whatever we did. Didn't you ever figure that out?”

Eddie turned to glare at Ed, mostly out of confusion. That couldn't be true. He’s fucking with me. 

“I’m not fucking with you.” Ed said, like he was able to read Eddie’s mind. “You and I both know that deep down, the people we surrounded ourselves with were just props for boosting our own self worth.” The boy’s words were mumbled slightly, his cigarette bitten between his teeth. 

“I don't remember being such an asshole when I was your age.” Eddie said. 

“Twenty five years here will do that to you. Took you long enough, I mean, if we had known it would have been over so quick, I would have finished the job before any of this shit happened.” Ed exhaled a cloud of smoke as he talked. A projector whirred to life at the front of the plane, just a few rows up from where they were sitting. 

Pasted on the screen was a scene that still replayed in Eddie’s mind occasionally. The razor blades, the miscellaneous pills scattered around. He hadn't been able to finish the job back then. Eddie looked back at Ed. 

“I had a good life.” Eddie said finally. “I learned to be happy that you failed that night, fuck you very much.”

“What did you accomplish? Tell me that. You got a nice job, a little house, stayed with him after all those years?” His younger self rolled his eyes. “Just to get pushed to the brink by Shauna and Lottie at the end of it all?” Ed crossed his arms. Eddie was speechless. He had done everything he did to preserve the dreams that the boy next to him had dreamed. On the screen, his current body was projected, laying on the dirt of that cemetery, growing cold. Eddie had to look away, the blood on the gun his hand was holding in a death grip was enough. He didn't need to see his own head.

“Oh, don't bother looking for him around here, by the way. We both know why he's not on this plane. I can still feel that resentment, you know. You can't hide from me.” Ed said, after Eddie’s silence. Eddie was snapped out of his thoughts. 

“You don't know anything. I loved that man more than your apathetic ass could ever fathom.” He spat, ignoring the gnawing feeling in his stomach at the comment. 

“I can feel that pit in your chest too. Two things can be true at once. I would hope an esteemed history professor like yourself would be able to recognize that.” Ed said tiredly, tapping the ash from his cigarette onto Eddie’s arm. Eddie brushed it away, annoyed. He refused to believe that he used to be that pretentious as a young man. The projector showed scenes of Eddie, Travis, and Nat, a glance at the trio through the years. “Look, you spent twenty-five years talking those two off the ledge. And it fucking killed you, I mean, way before you did.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll-” Eddie started. 

“Hurt me? Beat me up? We both see the irony in that. Plus, you're not going anywhere with this.” Ed tapped the seatbelt around Eddie’s waist. “Lord knows I’ve tried. Oh, she found you. For my sake, not yours, we're gonna turn that little recap off. I don't want to know what she does with us.” Ed said, looking back up as Shauna appeared in the scene. The projector clicked off, its fans whirring to a stop. That was the first thing Eddie agreed with him on. The momentary relief was replaced quickly by the realization that his life was over. He had died. And now that he was gone, what more was there to discuss? He felt his heart sink. 

“What happens now?” Eddie turned to Ed, not able to hide the fear in his voice, or the way his hands started shaking. 

“Calm down.” Ed said, leaning back in his seat. “You think I know? We’ll find out together.” Ed closed his eyes with a smile as the plane rattled violently. Eddie glanced at Jackie, back at Nat, Javi, and Ben. They all had the same expressionless looks on their faces. His lip quivered as the lights flickered off in the cabin. 

Eddie slowed his breathing as the rustle of treetops underneath the hull rattled the plane.

--

if you read all this i'll give you 5 dollars (no i wont)

[quartergremlin]

Did YOU say MONDO GECKOOOO!!@!@RUJJEWGJ2TKGTJWTKH2KVQETKBWYJWRYWKBRQQKBQRKQRGKB1RKR1BK41BJ2BYJ24BYJB4Y

indeed! the mondo posts.

i'm kind of sad that his character always gets really watered down he's actually got like. a lot of shit going on in the original comic series to work with. His name was Jason, but the rise series already has one of those, so I changed his name to javi (pronounced like an h) moretti.

splinter 🤝 "first gen immigrants taking their trans mutant reptile kids in stride" 🤝 Mondo's parents

i gave him his metal band back! (not Digg, tho they are friends from before they were mutated)

Javi: Sorry Pat, I've actually come out since then.

Prairie Dog: Damn. Congrats 'n everything, but yer like. a fire player.

and also his girlfriend!

and gave him an almost personal beef against illegal animal smugglers! here have some story beats bc we all know my track record with actually getting to these things.

[quibbs126]

Heya! Can you do Dark Choco Cookie and Cotton Cookie child?

So I originally misread Cotton as Cotton Candy (especially since not everyone includes the Cookie part of the name), and I’m not doing Dark Choco/Cotton, so Dark Choco/Cotton Candy it is

Anyways, this is Bubble Choco Cookie

So Bubble Choco here is somewhere in his teens, and he’s an avid poet. However he does not want anyone to read his poems, and will make sure you don’t touch his poetry journal. They’re mostly edgy or sad and they aren’t the best, but it’s how he expresses himself. He’ll just pull out his journal and pencil at random times and start writing

When he was younger, he used to be a lot more cheerful and bubbly, but as he entered his teen years, he started to act more rebellious and “dark”. He never quite gave up his fashion sense though, with his main changes just being that he wears some darker shades

He is also very fond of chocolate, specifically the aerated kind

Okay I’m gonna be honest, I don’t have much for him other than the poet angle. I just kind of decided to finally start drawing him

I also recognize that he has very little of Dark Choco in his character, as well as design, but that’s in part because of the way I envisioned this ship. For one thing, it’s in Ovenbreak so no Dark Cacao Kingdom here, Dark Choco probably just lives with Cotton Candy, and also, it’s a wholesome ship, their kid doesn’t need that much angst. And he’s a poet instead of a fighter, and if he doesn’t want to fight, I don’t see any reason for Dark Choco to teach him; Cotton Candy doesn’t seem to live in an area that requires much sword fighting or the like

Anyways, on to design stuff

So Bubble Choco is based on aerated chocolate, since it’s like a really light chocolate, and cotton candy is also light (I’m talking weight btw). Also, I’ve eaten this kind of chocolate before (I quite enjoy Aero bars), and I quite like it

I think another name I was considering was Air Choco, since it’s closer to the actual name of the ingredient, but Bubble Choco works better as a name

Aerated chocolate:

So as I said earlier, I kind of made him for the sake of making him and doing more of these, so there wasn’t a super big amount of thought out into him. I do still like how he turned out though

All I really had to go on initially was the poet angle (I didn’t even reread my old notes), and I wasn’t really sure where to go with his personality until I started tweaking his expression. He was also originally going to be a girl but somewhere in development I decided “eh, why not have him be a boy?” and there you have it

I also knew I wanted him to have black poofy hair with things in it. It was originally more of a curved line in between the ends, but I changed it when I looked at Cotton Candy’s hair more. Though I kind of wish I had kept it now. There was also an old concept I mad ages ago that also had that hair, but it was longer. Don’t know why it’s this current length

After doing the hair, I wasn’t really sure what to do with the outfit, and I kind of just made something up as I went. He’s got the poofy ends of his jacket because of the whole “bubble” thing. I wanted to give him more poofy stuff

His colors are brown and light green become the Aero bars I usually see are regular chocolate (brown) and mint (light green). The pink was added to there’d be a little more color variation

As for the thing in his eye, it’s because of Cotton Candy’s heart eyes and me liking to put stuff in the eyes in place of that. Bubble Choco’s eye thing is supposed to be a sort of reference to Dark Choco with his star, though I didn’t bother to curve it out. And as I realize now, the eye I chose is also his missing eye and the star eye of the SoD. I’d like to claim that was intentional, but it wasn’t

And anyways yeah, there you have it. Bubble Choco. Don’t really have much else to say other than I hope you enjoyed him

[velvetwyrme]

Skim returns the love!! 🧡

[scarapanna]

I love fictional buggos!!!!

Possible Macy redesign + Ghost design from her little post-ending canon divergent (I'm delusional/silly) timeline. All the little vessels exclusively emote trough body language and have little unblinking beady shade eyes to me

Bonus for all those who know me from cookie content/anyone but the very few people who were here from start to present hi I had a 4 year long fixation on Hollow knight before the current cookie one, mainly mosscreeps and my wimsical little mossfly oc over here. Still love that game to bits go play it NOW!!!/silly

[elderwisp]

woagh

[mzminola]

Poking around at timelines to see, in an AU where Aral's first wife lives & stays married to him so they have multiple daughters by the time canon rolls around, how close in age I can get the oldest daughter and Serg Vorbarra.

Like she is absolutely not going to marry him but I do want it on the table as a plausible danger.

So far I only have that Ezar & Xav's Unnamed Sister married during the two-year span of Yuri's War, no solid read on Serg's birth. Cordelia thinks he looks thirty-ish during Escobar. She doesn't have to be right. Though he does need to be old enough by then to have made two assassination attempts on his dad.

(The main thing to figure out is how receptive Piotr Vorkosigan would be to his eldest grandchild walking up & pointing out how so many family problems would be solved if he named her as his heir.)

[nyxe-dragonetti]

NYXE

NYXE

NYXE DO YOU LIKE EPIC??

Yeah, it's okay. Why?

[starly-amazing]

Well that's the worst one of my fics has ever done. 7 kudos 0 comments

Worse than my rushed 9SxDimitri crackfic, worse than the fic I inserted my friend into to do unspeakable things to Hero omori. 3x worse than an april fools fic which was literally just copypasting the bee movie script with 100 kink tags

I was hoping to get another commission done before posting it here but everyone I've contacted about it has ghosted me so no new art.

Everything is fighting against me regarding this AU so

I give up