#thank for askin :]]

[cubffections]

meeting up w argenti in those halls .. and then what ?? does mischief ensue in the form of not-so-public public indecency 🤔 ? hweheh >:3 explique s’il vous plaît ! !

EEEK hai sweet pea ! ! mayb i went a lil ovrboard :3c -> cw. nsfw, fem! reader. predator/prey based on this post !

"oh? are you hiding from me, star?"

argenti stepped into the hall's vacant halls, the slight shakes of his armor that follows his footsteps are the only thing bouncing off the mossy stone walls.

"you've riled me up and decided to run into here? is this a new type of foreplay, princess?" he chuckled huskily, pausing to undo the upper half of his armor. placing it against a wall before continuing his search. "you've gotten bold."

a giggle leaves you from afar, slowly creeping away pillar by pillar in your own little waltz, your arms swaying to the beat inside your head as you watched the knight make his way closer to you.

meanwhile argenti's eyes wandered around pillars, a small smile rising on his lips he crept behind a particular pillar that attempted to hide your dancing figure. "giggling are we? in that case— let's make this a little game." argenti mused, his smile seeping into his voice. "prance along little fawn, don't let this wolf find you."

a squeal leaves you as you quickly moved from the pillar you stood at, feeling a throb in between your legs as you continued to dance along the corridor. "and what happens if i do? will i get eaten?" you teased, peeking your head out to see the tall knight approaching.

"of course. i'm quite hungry my dear, wouldn't you help this starved beast?" he replied, purposefully looking the opposite direction of where your voice came from. his mind entertaining him with thoughts of burying his face inside your sweet cunt. he could vividly hear the pretty wails echoing off these shallow walls as your back arches against the round pillars he'd hold you against.

"princess. . " argenti sang into the hall. just the tune of it made you stop your prance, a little shiver crawling down your spine as a slow exhale left you. his voice was gentle but intimidating, it made you feel small, made you feel as if you were truly being hunted.

the knight's desire for you rotting his mind, with a one tracked mind he stalked back into your direction in long strides. he was quite over the game, there was no need to play with his prey any longer.

with a similar thought, you laid against a thin pillar blissfully swaying your head from side to side with closed eyes. there you were offering yourself up, yearning to finally be caught.

blind to your surroundings, you listened to his armor's creaks as they slowly tread closer and closer and— ! the footsteps stopped.

you could feel him. his slow exhales, the soft touch of his hair, the heat that emitted from his stature . . he was here.

"found you."

[bepoucorp]

(Me running on 2 hours of sleep asking this lol) Could you draw Batman and joker as WOMEN CMON MAN WOMEN 🪭🪭🪭🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💥💥💥 (I love women)

little comic + some bonus stuff nothing would really change about them if im being real LOL

[14dayswithyou]

Hello hope you’re doing well!!

How does it feel to sleep with Ren/Redacted in one bed? I mean how would they cuddle and other stuff,do they sleep less hours then needed? How would they react if angel went to get some water in the middle of the night.

Thank you!!

ANSWERED: Cuddling/sleeping with both Ren and [REDACTED] have been answered here already!

Ren would be observant enough to pick up on Angel's night habits, so if they often went to get water, he'd probably already have a glass/bottle ready on their bedside table. If not, he's more than happy to get it himself. Very much golden retreiver energy!!

[uhohdad]

LET Titan FUCK reader with his COCK already!!!

sorry I'm ovulating

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSEXUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

Konig gets cucked by our favorite career <3

i think i missed your ovulation bestie i’m sorry i hope you’re having a nice luteal phase <3

Titan brings his fingers to his lips, licking off the generous slick of your arousal sheening his knuckles. He hums, his eyes lulling as he pulls of his fingers with a pop.

“Tastes even sweeter than your blood, Nine.”

He laughs again, and turns to Konig, who’s still paralyzed in his spot in fear that if he moves - Titan will slice your throat with the knife he’s pressed to the bite marks on your neck.

“I bet that stings, huh Lover Boy? I got your girl wet without even trying. You ever got her this wet before?”

Titan gives a cruel laugh.

“Course not.”

He meets your eyes again. That sickening, sharp grin drooling over you is somehow more threatening than the cool steel of his knife against your throat.

“I bet he’s real gentle with you in the sack, eh?”

He leans in close, his eyes narrowing.

“You can act like you don’t want this, but I’ve got the proof now, don’t I Funny Girl?”

You suck in a sharp breath as Titan’s brute, rough hand slips past the waistband of your panties, going in for seconds.

Your thighs clench as his calloused palm presses against the soft flesh of your front, his fingers slipping between your lips and playing in your slick arousal. He smooths three firm fingers up and down the length of your slit.

Your teeth are grit and eyes pinched as he manhandles you, as he roughly massages his hand against you, stroking the entirety of your cunt. His movements are slow, but his fingers sink into your arousal like you’re something he owned - rough and possessive.

He gives a pleased hum, watching the unsteady rise and fall of your chest as your breaths get caught around fear and the stimulation of Titan’s boorish hands on you.

“You like this, Nine?”

He speaks in a seductive purr, his eyelashes fluttering in your direction.

“You like it when a man takes what he wants?”

You hold your breath, keeping your eyes pinched. You give as much of a head shake as you can manage without cutting yourself on Titan’s knife.

His voice jumps from low and soothing to harsh and booming without transition.

“Liar!”

You flinch at the volume of his voice, at the way the knife creases flesh, the way his fingers tighten around the entirety of your little cunt.

“I’m supposed to believe you when you’re this wet for me?”

Titan laughs, his voice once more smothered in honey. You let out a whimper in response, thighs tensing underneath him.

“You like it rough, Nine. You wanted me to do this. You wanted someone to come along and take what he wants.”

You let out a choked squeak, pinching your eyes shut. Trying to block out his words, trying to block out your body’s unfortunate response to him rubbing against your clit.

Titan laughs at the thick gasp and the way your eyes spring open as he slips a finger into your cunt. His eyes lull and he lets out a pleased hum as his fingers sink into you.

“So tight, Nine.”

He throws back his head in a laugh.

“You girls always pretend like you want a soft, sweet boy - but the truth is you all crave to be with a real man.”

He sneers and slips another finger into you and doesn’t hesitate to start roughly thrusting. His palms crash against your lips with each thrust of his thick fingers into your cunt.

Titan’s half-lidded eyes are devouring the way your breasts and stomach writhe underneath him, squirming from the sensation. The bottoms of his sharp canines peek out over his lower lip as he bites back a smug grin.

You can’t help the moan that leaves you.

Titan’s grin stretches into a full smile, flashing his pointed, carnivorous canines before he devolves in another fit of laugher. His unused fingers are slamming against the inner crease of your thigh, hard enough it’ll surely bruise.

“That was a pretty noise, Nine,”

His cheeks dimple in the presence of a thick, smug grin.

His eyes go hollow, darkening as he leans closer to you without breaking the pace of his pumps into your dripping cunt.

“Let’s see what other noises you can make.”

Titan pulls out of you, and in quick, successive movements, he snatches your wrists with a harsh grip, smearing your arousal on you. He gives your arms a strong yank, forcing your upper half from the dirt to keep his restraint on you. He removes the knife from your throat, and slices clean through your pants and the waistband of your panties.

You let out a sob, and you hear Konig suck in a sharp breath. Titan laughs as he nudges the shredded fabric out of the way with the handle of his knife, getting a better look at your soaked cunt.

“So pretty, Nine.”

Titan’s cooing again, rough hands groping, fingers swirling in your generous slick.

It’s just for a moment, because when he pulls away he uses the hold on your wrists to throw you onto your front. You crash into the dirt, and when you try to come to your knees, Titan loops his strong arms around the crease just below your stomach and pulls you up with a bounce, all four of your limbs now planted firmly in the dirt.

You’re facing Konig now, and your broken, tear-welled eyes meet his, still wide as he watches Titan have his way with you.

Titan laughs when he pulls your pants down to your mid thigh, exposing you to the chill fall air. His fingers thread with the hair on the back of your head, and in one swift jerk he forces you to your knees, pressing his chest against your back. He keeps a harsh grip on your hair, your head following his whim in hopes to relieve the painful tug on your scalp. He quickly forces the blade back to your throat, relishing in your flinch and the whine that leaves you. He grinds on the height of your plush ass and lets out a gravely, sinful hum, cock aching against the give in his pants.

He puts his lips to your ear, the vibration of the sultry voice he wears sends a shudder up your spine.

“Gotta make sure Lover Boy gets a good view.”

Titan ignores your pleading as he lets go of your hair to free himself from his pants, the knife to your throat keeping you pinned firmly to his chest.

Your sobs and unintelligible pleads double in volume as Titan rubs his thick, warm cock between your drenched lips. He lets out a low, breathy moan into your ear, and you can’t help but flinch against the knife. Your entire body is trembling, tears rolling generously down your face and splattering in droplets on the fallen leaves.

As Titan bullies his cock into you, he sinks his teeth deep the crook of your neck overtop a sore, tender mark he’d already made, hard enough to make you wail. He hums contently into your shoulder, rocking his hips and soaking his cock with your dripping cunt. When he’s done with his bite, his tongue follows after, almost soothingly licking stripes across the abused flesh, cleaning up the blood that beads at his punctures. His lips finish out with slobbering kisses on your shoulder.

Your sobs catch on each breath, stuttering out gasps as he stretches you out.

“Your girl is so wet for me, Lover Boy.”

When you look at Konig through tear-brimmed eyes, his eyes are narrowed under his hood, fists clenched at his sides, shaking in his spot.

You can’t bear to look at him any longer, overcome with humiliation, pinching off your vision and sending more tears down your cheeks.

There’s little transition from Titan’s slow grinds to a powerful fucking, bottoming out with little warning only to remove himself and plunge right back in.

The gasps and whines that he coaxes from you seem to only encourage him, a low pleased hum behind his lips.

With the knife still firmly to your throat, Titan’s other hand snakes around your front and grabs a handful of a plush breast, squeezing it with enough force to make you suck in a breath through your teeth. Your entire body is being jolted forward with each of his vicious thrusts as you focus on holding back choked, squeaky moans.

“So tight, Nine.”

He finishes out his praise with a forceful plunge and low grunt right into your ear. To your dismay, his degradation and low groans of pleasure twists your lower core in an intoxicating way.

“How’s this cock feel?”

He gritting through his purrs into your ear.

“Feel good to be fucked by someone who knows how to give it to you rough?”

He sends a shiver down your spine, and without thought your hands come up to grip the forearm that holds the knife to your throat. Your fingernails dig into Titan’s skin with enough pressure to leave indents, and you’re not sure if you’re trying to fight his restraint, steady yourself for balance, or trying to release the overwhelming sensation of Titan’s cock ravaging you.

He doesn’t seem to notice or mind.

His pounds are ruthless, each thrust forcing his cock entirely inside of you, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs.

You’re biting your lip with tremendous force, trying to hold back the squeaks that threaten to leave you on each breath.

“That’s it, Nine. Take this fucking cock.”

You let out a whine, your head lulling toward the dirt with little regard to the threat of his blade.

The hand gripping your breasts snatches your jaw, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your cheeks. He forces your head up in the direction of Konig.

“No, no, no Nine, gotta make sure Lover Boy sees this.”

Titan’s lips leave the crook of your ear when he throws his head back to cackle behind you, his knife inadvertently forcing you to arch your back further into his strong chest. You find Konig, who you can hardly see through vision blurred with both tears and each of Titan’s powerful thrusts.

You pinch your eyes shut again, wincing as Titan robs you for your sensitivity using the slick that drips down his cock.

Every breath is cut off, leaving your lips as a squeak with each of his ruthless slams into you, filling you to the brim and forcing you to stretch around his girth.

Titan’s grip on your breast tightens, painfully squeezing the handful of plush flesh in his large, cruel hands. Your entire body bounces degradingly and unforgivingly against his hips.

“Takin’ it like such a good girl, Nine.”

Titan’s praises are silken, and the whine that leaves you is more than truly pathetic.

He’s back in your ear again, all purrs and filthy, sinful grunts, his lips pressed into you while he holds you in place.

“Say my name.”

Titan growls through few particularly brutal thrusts.

The moan that leaves you is loud, choppy, and unrestrained - it’s getting hard to think over the overwhelming stimulation.

Strong arms tense as he grips the knife tighter, forcing the blade he holds to crease your throat.

“Say it Nine. Tell Lover Boy who owns this pretty cunt.”

Your fists clench, your eyes pinch, and every muscle tightens and twitches as he ruthlessly milks your g-spot through your intense finish.

“Titan!”

⌜ ALL TITAN DRABBLES ⌟

⌜ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[wanderingblindly]

any pairing you want I just think 49 is such a fun concept for the kiss prompt and I would LOVE to see what you come up with <3

- bug <3

A KISS OF NECESSITY IS SO ROMCOM TO ME ANWAYS HERE IT IS!!!! Link for more prompts :)

Needs Must

Oscar blinks slowly, suddenly significantly more concerned that he has a concussion than he was before Lando opened his mouth. "What?"

"We have to – you have to like, shit," Lando stutters, eyes frantic as he looks down the hallway. "Like this," He says, grabbing Oscar's biceps and switching their positions – Oscar standing before Lando, Lando with his back pressed against the wall. With a hiss, "Hide me, Hide me!"

With even more urgency, Lando snags Oscar's hands and slams them against wall – pinning himself, making a cage of Oscar's arms. He works fast and catches Oscar off-guard, making him almost fall into Lando with a huff.

"Wh–" Oscar starts, brain completely filled with static as he stares at Lando – sea-glass eyes so close that he can almost pick apart the individual hues. Lando's not even looking at him, focus still darting between his cover and down the hall, but Oscar's heart is racing, his mind is reeling.

Lando freezes as a the sound of heels echoes down the corridor, rapid and insistent.

"Don't let her see me," Lando whispers, shrinking down a bit to hide in Oscar's shadow. Instinctively, Oscar shifts – broadening his stance, turning his shoulders to be better cover Lando from the source of the noise.

"What did you do?" Oscar whispers back, earning a frantic shake of the head; Lando's curls bounce back and forth painfully endearingly.

The footsteps grow louder, pace slowing minutely as they approach. A fresh wave of distress crosses Lando's face, cheeks flushing a youthful pink. "Kiss me."

Oscar absolutely has a concussion.

"Lando –"

"Sorry!" Lando squeaks, eyes wide, as he cups Oscar's jaw with both hands, pulling him forward – pulling them together. Oscar gasps into it, leaning harder into his hands as Lando drags him, as Lando's lips find his in an instant.

He smells like spices and ocean waves and sunshine, lazy summer mornings spent lounging on fresh linen. Lando Norris, object of Oscar's fixation since he transferred schools, smells like everything warm and good and nostalgic.

And he's soft.

His hands on Oscar's jaw, big enough to hold his head like it's nothing, are deceptively soft – delicate despite the desperate way he clings to him.

Oscar moves, hands sliding from the wall and arms draping over Lando's shoulders; he's hiding him better this way, pulling him closer to his chest and shielding him with his broader torso. Lando moves, too; he tilts his head to the side, parting his lips just enough to sigh against him, just enough to make Oscar snap back to reality.

The noise is gone.

Oscar opens his eyes, half-stunned by the gentle fan of Lando's lashes, half-focused on the actual issue: "She left," He says, words muffled against Lando's mouth.

"Whatever," Lando replies, eyes slowly fluttering open – not yet releasing his grip on Oscar's jaw. "Wanna keep going?"

Oh my fucking go–

"Yeah," He says, feeling Lando smile against him.

Lando tastes, he learns, like green tea and mint gum.

[authenticyuri]

Fave Chilchuck + Laios interactions

Moments when they're on the same page

2. Chilchuck being pissed off at Laios

3. Chilchuck generally being unable to show he cares about Laios without violence

4. Whatever these are <3

[whalefill]

art process PLEASE i love your art sm i need to steal your style asl;jfdl;asjdf

thank you! finding an art style you're happy with just takes time and intuition, but i can still show you how i go about mine - using this fancy goldfish as our guide :)

step 1: sketch your drawing and don't feel the need to be as neat as I was here. step 2: clean up your sketch, or line it. i usually choose the former, but it mostly depends how much of a mess the sketch is and which option i know is going to take more effort. (i also prefer to do this because i think it gives my art more fluidity and emotion! line work is tough for me that way!)

step 3: lay in your flat colors. step 4: shading/rendering of those colors; usually pretty minimal for me. step 5: further rendering, but this time on top of your line work. i get really lost in these steps, playing around with different hues and values until i feel the drawing come to life. again, it just takes intuition. (i'm a self taught artist so i literally can't tell you how i learned any of this shit, it just happened, i'm just as confused as you are)

also, note: i merge my layers as i work. some people think that's chaotic but for me it keeps things simple. that brings us into the next part, which is

step 6: create an overlay layer and clip it to your drawing, because it's magical and it makes all of your colors more vibrant and cohesive‼ 👍😼 (i don't always do a gradient like this, but the drawing was pretty monochromatic so i thought it looked nice)

step 7: miscellaneous final touches like highlights, and then most importantly, add texture. for me, since i use paint tool sai, this is "paper" under "texture" in the paints effect window in the top right corner. can't tell ya how it's done elsewhere. sometimes i take a random image of colored static off of google and create an overlay of that, for texture, too.

thats pretty much it man

[pixlokita]

Question:What is your favorite FNAF game and why?

Question:, In your "Gregory into the pit AU" comic how did Gregory and C.C manege to get Michael's body back to their house?

1: Help wanted because it has everything and Helpy 💖

2:

They both had to carry him in a little wagon since the house was pretty close to the restaurant it wasn’t that hard ^^

[spicyraeman]

Can we see your ocs?

Yes! thank you for asking bc I have a hard time talking/posting about them unless someone specifically asks 😅

They've all got main tags (minus Hound) that you can find in my pinned, but i've never really introduced them or anything so imma take the chance to show 'em off and write a lil blurb about them

Virranan (he/they/she)

My specialist lil guy and the most fleshed out of all my current ocs. A half wood elf gloomstalker and an infamous information broker / bounty hunter pre-tadpole. Generally trying to be a good person post-tadpole but their more morally dubious tendencies do tend to crop up from time to time. Also a werewolf.

Rûngrim (she/they/it)

A Seldarine Drow barbarian spared and raised in an orcish tribe after her family was slaughtered as a baby. Forwent their personhood to become a bloodrager, they consider themself more weapon than person. Not nearly as scary as they look.

Treble (she/her)

An ex-noble bard tiefling who left her family in her early 20s to join a traveling circus. Resents her family but loves her younger brother (the favorite child). A jack of all trades type, most people find her kinda unpleasant to be around, but she's great around kids.

Phylo (they/it)

A circle of spores druid and technically a Drow. They were raised in a Myconid colony and fully considers itself a Myconid. Their skin is covered in all manner of constantly growing fungi that need to be pruned regularly. It speaks very rarely, instead preferring to use telepathic methods when possible and sign language when not.

Hound (she/they)

my newest oc, they're a wild magic sorcerer durge on the redeemed path but first she's gonna do some real fucked up shit in act 1

[ao3-shenanigans]

I don’t know how to actually end any of my fics ever, I’m on a train and there’s no way to stop it

🛤️

Choo-choo!

Fr tho, a beta reader might be able to help if your wanting to end a fic and don’t know how

[pampanope]

What's the 141's impression of Russell Adler( aka dadler) and vice versa? Do they try to find out information on each other ? Can the 141 even find anything on Adler ?

Thanks for your wonderful comics !

Let’s put it this way; there are things even Laswell, with all her credentials and clearance levels, doesn’t have complete access to. Adler is that one CIA boogeyman, the topic of hot spook gossip, whose personal file is heavily redacted to high heaven.

I got this idea of Laswell reluctantly bringing in Adler, a man with unknown variables attached to him, because he has connections they need for a 141 op.

Price asks if they can trust the guy.

Laswell honestly tells him yes…but she doesn’t know how far they can.

A lot Adler’s work had been kept hush hush, a lot of his personal info kept secret.

Especially whether or not the man has any family…

(And Adler? Well, he has the advantage of a personal source, someone who has worked with and dealt with the 141)

((Hope that answers ur question!))

[ballpitbee]

your ocs are so detailed! Especially Nick i think he is my favorite just for all the little details and the lovely colors! May i ask about a few facts about him?

Thank you so much! :D of course you can!!

🏭 Given his obsession in becoming a kinda factory kingpin (slash a factory himself)- on his body he has all kinds of tattoos to emulate graffiti on a building.

🏭 Cause he's clogged up his systems and ventilation with all kinds of smog and coal and icky gross stuff- he has a sort of pseudo furnace in his chest. It wasn't built like that, but he can't ventilate properly (especially given he built more onto himself)- so his chest overheats

🏭 He owns roughly 30% of all industry in the city and he wants a Lot more.

🏭Though he has all his men to do the work for him, he's pretty capable in a fight. Hes not as good a gunman as Franky, but his preferred weapon is a pistol cause he considers them 'sweet'. He's more capable physically though. He's HUGE, strong and made of brick- his punches are devastating.

[birdmitosis]

Are you still dining the ask game? If you are what are your thoughts on the pristine blade

[ask game here]

LOL okay I will definitely do this one. This is a very cool ask actually and I am so excited to share my thoughts on the pristine blade itself!

First impression

This is just our implement. We had to have a weapon of some sort available to us to be able to slay the Princess, right? Mostly I just kinda dismissed the blade as a storytelling convention and that's about it.

Impression now

Much more intrigued, honestly! The pristine blade is one of the only parts of the Construct besides us, the Princess, the Narrator in our head, and the environment. It is almost always there (besides in The Wraith, interestingly enough) and it is always "pristine" -- even in the dirt or covered in blood. Is it a piece of us? A piece of the Princess? A piece that came from the messy tear that separated us? And does it have any connection to the Princess's chains -- the only other part of the Construct besides those things? What does its being "pristine" signify? There is definitely something about this blade...

Favorite moment

When you hold it the "cool" way by default if you take the blade in The Apotheosis. That combined with the swell of epic music and us facing down a Biblically Accurate Princess large enough to have her own gravitational pull just made me cheer out loud when I first saw it!

Idea for a story

This one's a bit harder. I haven't had any real ideas up to now, except to explore in various fic how the voices might choose to arm themselves post-Construct, who would continue to choose blades, or if they managed to have the blade when they left who would most often have it (or be allowed to)...

I could also, though, see a fun fic coming from the idea of "what if the blade was available in The Wraith?" Or maybe what if it wasn't available at all in The Den or The Thorn?

Unpopular opinion

IDK if this is super unpopular, but I think it is even more interesting and fucked up and badass of her if you go the route of screwing up so bad with Thorn that she swallows the blade whole. If nothing else, it really shows how much of Witch is still in her, and I love that!

Favorite relationship

I can't narrow it down to just one!

I love the relationship Cold has with the blade as almost an extension of himself, as both being weapons. I love Contrarian's dedication (until the Stranger ending) to throwing it out the window and also his insistence to hold it the other way that comes back in The Apotheosis even though he's not there! I love Hunted's relationship to the "steel claw." I love Paranoid's moment of "steel can't lie to us," and how she's perfectly willing to use it to slit our own throat despite desperately not wanting to die before. I love Skeptic refusing to let you not take the blade and being willing and able to stop your heart if you don't use it in the leadup to The Grey!

I also love Adversary wanting us to stab her with it. How Damsel is perfectly willing to let you chop bits of her off with it (how metaphorical), and accepts her death if you slay her with it with tears in her eyes, and has it firmly in her heart as the Burned Grey, and if you reach for it she gently holds your hand there. How Prisoner uses it to cut off her own head. Everything about Witch and Thorn's relationship to it, whether things go well or terribly. How in The Wraith it just disappears entirely, for the only time in the entire game!

And I love how desperately the Narrator clings to it, needs it to be there. And I love the relationship the Princess (Harsh, Soft, or Stranger) in Shifty's heart has with it; her line that since you chose to take the blade, it has to be used, just gets me right in the heart.

I guess if I had to chose, out of those three... "categories" I suppose? I'd choose Skeptic, Damsel -> Burned Grey, and Shifty's Heart.

Favorite headcanon

I mean, it's not confirmed, but I think I like the idea that the pristine blade and the Princess's chains are similar things. Only you can use the pristine blade to attack with, though the Princess can use it against herself (Prisoner and Thorn most obviously), she never stabs you with it even when she winds up with a blade of her own; you have very little effect over the chains, only being able to be trapped in them in The Prisoner, while Prisoner can attack you with them, several of the vessels can free themselves from them, and the ones you free from them plant the idea in your head first (Damsel, Tower). The chains, like the blade, are always in the same place until certain Chapter IIIs, where sometimes they disappear.

The pristine blade is tied to the Long Quiet in some way, may be a part of him, while the chains are tied to the Shifting Mound in some way. Again, not confirmed, but I really like the idea.

ETA: @salty-an-disco pointed out a thing that makes EVEN MORE sense and is super cool: the idea that the pristine blade is actually a piece of the Shifting Mound (a piece of death that you can use to kill with), while the chains are a piece of the Long Quiet (stagnancy trying to trap her)! So the pristine blade is actually tied to the Shifting Mound as a part of her, while the chains are tied to the Long Quiet likewise.

Again, not confirmed, but this idea rocks so much that I am immediately adopting it forever.

[bepoucorp]

Thoughts on batman: white knight and batman: beyond the white knight? (Ps: your super super cool and amazing! 💗💗)

I havent read them yet! but from what Ive seen, the art is amazing!

And joker's design?? omg... hes so pretty?? his heterochromia(?) is so cool and i love that he has a bat in his eyes!!

he's so beautiful and his hair?? I want to get a physical copy so I can have this artwork with me...

[uhohdad]

RAAAHH WHEN IS AFTERMATH COMING OUUT

((take your time!! i’m just hella excited /gen))

ugh i know 😓 i hate making y’all wait. you know dad lives to serve, for the people by the people 🫡

THE AFTERMATH wasn’t originally planned so unfortunately it might take me a bit to work through 😭 don’t worry dad is grinding for y’all. as soon as i have an estimation i will let you know and then ultimately miss the deadline bc i’ll get carried away lmao. dads got his flaws too 😔

[casukaga]

an query about cable!!! how did you figure out his outfit!!! what parts of his character shone out first!!! thank u i love him and u

ooo!! well, when i first made cable for class, he looked like this:

i knew i for sure wanted to give him a harness bc i thought that would be real cool (and also to suggest he’s a little,, y’know 🥴)

and then when i decided to play cable for the campaign, i wanted to redesign him to better fit the world. at the time, i had no idea what his backstory would be, and i texted my sibling, “i need to redesign cable for a dnd campaign” and they were like, “please make him slutty” in reference to his outfit. and i was like,, actually, y’know what? YEAH. so i decided to apply that to cable’s character and backstory, hence i made him work at a brothel, and i designed his fit like this LMAO.

so that is where my brain went. leather? chains? belts? alright!! and a collar of course. the horn jewelry was also a given because i looooove tiefling horn jewelry, and making it gold goes with him being red. i also wanted to give them makeup and heels. i love someone who just exudes confidence in what they wear, and i needed cable to have an “i know i’m pretty and i wear what i want, fuck you” attitude aUGSHSJ

i also knew i wanted to give them tats, but didn’t decide how heavily tatted he’d be until i saw someone on twitter with a bunch of tats, and i was like— yes i need cable like this immediately.

these were early dnd cable scribbles from may last year!!

over time i started taking out some unnecessary elements and refined his design, so now they just look like this.

i’ve decided that, with cable’s overall fashion, he just likes wearing anything that shows off his body—like slim fitting outfits, or fits where he gets to show a lot of skin. black and gold are his favorite colors, so they especially like wearing anything black / gold. he’s also not immune to glitter or sparkles.

so yeah, that’s my guy :3