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chickenmcnuggies · 8 months

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sometimes I see you on my dash and I'm like "wow these posts are pretty good but I dont remember why I followed this person" and then I load up my dwarf fort with my beloved hippogryphs

YEAAAAH im glad you like them! the hippogriffs and griffons are two of my absolute favorite creatures, so im very biased to them :) (also glad that you can tolerate my other post lol)

i suppose on that topic, it gives me a good excuse to show off the last 6 beast/giant variants going into the mods since i already finished all their sprites.

first up is the stymphalian bird! it's a small bird with feathers composed of bronze. they're docile by nature but are capable of shooting out their metal feathers to attack their predators

...on the other hand there's the giant variant, which is vicious by extension of living in savage lands

speaking of giant variants, there's 5 other ones being added

(griffon, fae dragon, bicorn, warg (it's default sprite was changed and the old sprite repurposed), and chimera)

the other brand new creatures are:

owl bear, a large carnivore with claws capable of slashing through metal. inspired by the cool looking owl bears from baldur's gate 3 that i saw when a friend was streaming the game. can be war trained if tamed

basilisk and mandrake

the basilisk are aggressive carnivores which possess a gaze that can turn their prey to stone, similar to the gorgons. unlike the gorgon's stare though, supposing their victim doesn't die while in statue form, they will return to normal after an in game week (they dont require food/water/breathing while afflicted)

Mandrake are small plant creatures who live rarely in underground lakes, where they 'breed' by planting their seeds in the ground. upon death they drop their seeds which can be planted to make very potent ale. the ale has many beneficial effects, such as helping infection and stress relief, but also has a grocery list of rare (2-10% odds) of triggering multiple ill side effects, such as nausea and sending a person into a fit of rage. made entirely just to make taverns all the more FUN

something i didn't plan to add, but added based on request: a tressym! flying cats from forgotten realms (and also baldur's gate) that i thought looked cool and had interesting enough lore to make a good addition. I only actually finished their sprites earlier tonight, and their raws aren't made yet.

going off what i read about them, they were going to be the same size as a cat, capable of being 4 different colors/coat patters, and immune to poison. it also mentioned them being able to see invisible creatures, so i'd like to play around with them having extra vision/high stats to be able to detect ambushers, tho i'd need to test to make sure they dont completely trivialize it. Was planning to make them like the griffons and wargs, where they have the [PET] token, but not [COMMON_DOMESTIC], so there's a chance for dwarves and humans to tame them in world gen, but they would hopefully be very rare due to their spawn biome (taiga?) and frequency (was thinking around 7%)

last but not least, another mega beast, this time the Undead Dragon! an undead mega beast that's intended to be a similar difficulty to the bronze colossus. it lacks blood, and damaging organs or connections doesn't bother it. It is capable of raising corpses once a day, and breathing a cool breath that makes a target drowsy and nauseous. while it can of course be killed in the usual dwarven solutions (magma, crushing) it can also be killed instantly by being speared in the skull by a spear, or decapitated. it is not capable of flight due to it's body being too rotted.

#answered #modding #dwarf fortress #sorry if the response was much longer than you anticipated! but i realized i haven't shown stuff off in awhile #i did do a bit of balance testing with a fort last month but i haven't been playing df as much lately #i was pretty busy working on the last gay fates update but now that that's done-#the mythical beast update will hopefully be out around next month? idk i like testing pretty extensively #on one hand im not proud of the mandrake sprite on the other hand it's very silly and it charms me #i do think i kinda cooked on the giant sprites tho. im very proud of how they all turned out!#the giant griffon especially bc the regular griffon sprite was the very first one i did #and i still feel i didn't quite capture what i wanted to with it. though i have come to like the normal griffon sprite now

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inquisimer · 2 months

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for garahel! 'If they wept for him, he couldn’t hear it.'

ro I just 😭😭 I MADE MYSELF CRY AGAIN, I'm so fucking emotional about these two 😭 where do I put all these FEELINGS

for @dadrunkwriting | Isseya & Garahel | wc: 716

His mind made the same leaps as Isseya’s, at almost exactly the same time. For all that they thought differently, they had spent their lives together and sometimes they thought just the same. He saw the last of the Tainted griffons fall, Edelys, frozen and incapable, and he saw Isseya, lips pressed together, gather Revas’ reins for one last dive.

No.

No sooner had he thought it than Crookytail was moving under him, drawing alongside Revas so that they could stop Isseya before she gave herself up.

If it was to be one of them—and it was, there was no other way, this could not all be for naught—Garahel would not let it be her.

His beloved sister. He’d seen the light in her eyes when they first saw the griffons; the bright joy that bubbled up when Revas wrapped her up in a wing. Of course he’d felt something similar with Crookytail—but none of them ever felt the griffon’s beating heart as Isseya had.

And now the griffons were dying.

He did not know exactly what dark magic Isseya had worked on Strife, those fateful years ago, but he recognized the blame in her eyes. The self-flagellation and disgust at the sight of their great beasts with bloodied beaks and pure, unadulterated rage in their eyes. Whatever she had done to save the griffons had condemned them just the same. Perhaps even worse. And she would never forgive herself for it.

But it was not only her fault. He could have stopped her.

It was his Joining kit that she took, back when he was a Field Commander and she was not. His supplies that she used in that first experiment. If he’d stopped to question her, listened to the nagging in the back of his mind that something was not right, he might have saved her so much of the grief and corruption that weighed on her now.

And beyond that—he had given her secret away. He had been the one to tell the First Warden what she had done, given him the knowledge he needed to issue the order that killed them all. It was necessary, it had to be done, he would do it again—and that did not change the fact that it had hurt his sister, and he regretted that alone.

She was dying. Her hair had long since fallen out and in the rare moments that he saw her unwrapped from all the scarves, Isseya looked more like a ghoul than his sister. But he knew the shape and feel of her as well as he knew his own. He had known her all along and he knew her now still.

Which was why he knew she could fix this.

Isseya had worked impossible magic in her own right. She had a brilliant mind and so many people of the Free Marches owed their lives to her alone. It was her well-intentioned mind that poisoned the griffons and Garahel did not doubt that it was her mind alone that would find the answer, given a chance. A chance she would only have if she lived beyond today.

So even though it was, by rights, her blow to take, Garahel pushed Crookytail past her. They rarely flew the griffons so close, for risk of collision, but he could not stop himself from reaching out to brush bruised and battered knuckles against her shoulder one last time.

Be strong, Isseya, he thought as the wind whipped his hair about his face. You are strong. The strongest of us all. I love you. And I’m sorry.

“Give my love to Amadis, and my weapons to the Wardens,” he said. “And, Isseya, be kind to yourself.”

He prayed that she listened.

As he stood on Andoral’s spine, barely daring to think for fear that he would lose this precious chance, Garahel’s eyes caught on the dark speck that could only be Isseya on Revas, watching it all play out. He raised his blade in a salute she certainly couldn’t see, and drove it down through the Old God’s skull, deep into its Blighted brain.

And as the archdemon’s soul sought him out, as it ripped fire and agony and anguish through his mortal soul:

Isseya, be kind to yourself.

#dadwc #my writing #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #isseya #garahel #grey wardens #sobBING #the sibling bias multiplied by the warden bias multiplied by the animal bias and I just #SOB #why can't I get this attached to characters that have bounds and bounds of material to them why is it always the MINOR CHARACTERS

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draw-you-coward · 3 months

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memory of a lover

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The Grove is vast in its bareness, the arching boughs of the Pale Tree the only established structures in the open space. Trahearne considers this now as a brother presses him, concern in his wringing hands.

“I do not wish to harm her,” he entreats. “Say I can shape my Dream, Eldest Brother, and I shall at least have your word’s security behind my sculpting hands.”

Truth be told, Trahearne has no idea what will harm their dear Mother and what will not. “Do what you will, but start small,” he advises. “Come to me if you have any hesitations at all, and I will speak with her to guide your path.”

Kahedins clutches his arm with both hands, squeezing in thanks. Trahearne watches him leave, uncertainty nibbling at his vines. But he dismisses himself with a brusque shake of his head—even with all their emptiness, there is no space in Mother’s branches for his doubt. He must lead his fellow sylvari in their endeavors, staying strong and flexible as a young tree no matter the winds that batter it.

“Another crisis averted by your leading hand,” a voice murmurs into his ear. He barely represses a shiver, turning his head to the side.

“Riannoc,” he greets as a hand cups the back of his neck. It is an easy to thing to give in, to taste the warm mouth pressing to his. It still feels new, this, despite them being joined for many months now.

“Eldest amongst us,” his lover returns, just scraping low enough to be teasing. “Have our siblings worn you out yet today?”

The casual regard for his wellbeing makes his heart swell. “Kahedins seeks only a path forward,” Trahearne defends regardless, not entirely knowing why. “If I can assist him, why shouldn’t I?”

Riannoc holds his face, worry in his brilliant eyes. “I do not wish for you to stretch yourself too thinly, dearheart,” he says. “Kahedins—or any of them—can wait until the morrow.”

Trahearne leans into the touch, although he is caught on how to feel about the words. Yes, they can all wait, but they do not have to, if he can help them. Then again, why does his soul yearn so for the rest and care his beloved provides?

“I suppose you’re right,” he acknowledges, perhaps a bit too easily. Riannoc smiles, radiant as the sun.

“Perfect,” he says. “Make no mistake—I harbour no desire to discourage our brother from his pursuits. He has even said he will shape us a house, though the Grove is already our home. Imagine that—privacy. We can do much out of sight from seeking eyes.”

This time his tone is certainly teasing. Trahearne feels himself flush. It is ludicrous how easily this man can summon such a response in him, when his role amongst them all is to retain his composure. Ludicrous, embarrassing, and a little dangerous. Riannoc probably delights in his mysterious ability.

A strong hand winds around his waist and he yelps at it, caught by its grip and surprise. Riannoc grins, his daring spiking the Dream—he has too much, more than enough for both of them and then some—and pulls him close.

“But nothing that cannot be done beneath a shadowed enough canopy,” he says.

“Rian—noc!” Trahearne pushes at him, though his indignation is spiking to something warmer. Riannoc is—he is a lot, sometimes, and he wants… things, other times, perhaps more than Trahearne would want them, but that are nonetheless thrilling. And he has a way of getting what he wants, just as he had gotten Trahearne, and speaking of having Trahearne—

Roza surfaces from the Scrying Pool with a cooling inhale, shaking the water from his head. Well. Never should anyone say that history is boring. Trahearne, seated on the pool’s lip, reaches down to help him out.

“Did all go well? You emerged rather abruptly,” he asks in concern as Roza swings his legs out of the water.

“You were about to start fucking. Thought it might be best to make my exit.”

Trahearne makes a face like he has just stepped in a mountain of griffon shit he somehow hadn’t seen directly underfoot. Roza grins at him, wringing out his braid.

“Not that the show wouldn’t have been entertaining,” he says, “But I have better things to do with my two minutes.”

Trahearne doesn’t even argue that. “Thank you for—by the Tree. There should really be some sort of censor.”

“I could feel everything you were feeling—woo!” Roza fans himself. “You definitely have a type, by the way.”

Trahearne gives him a long-suffering look. Roza chuckles and bends down to his diary on the ground to note his observations. Strong build, slightly above average height, strong grip. Woo. And a twinkle in his eye that he does not think a commemorative statue can capture.

“It is a kind thing you are doing,” he says when he has written all he can remember. “The newborn need guidance now more than ever, in this new chapter of society. Your home will give them a connection to the past that is ever more elusive.”

Trahearne shifts, always uncomfortable in the face of sincere praise. “It was not just my home,” he replies. He looks down. “Is not. He… would not have wanted it to stay empty and purposeless as it has been all these years. To turn it into a place of learning is a connection to our younger generations he never had the chance to form. I think I just did not want to share.”

Roza lays a hand on his arm. “He was very special to you,” he says in a lower voice. “I could tell. The respite he offered to someone in your position must have been so very rare and precious.”

Trahearne looks sad. “It was,” he acknowledges. “We had our disagreements, but… in the moment you just saw, he was mine alone. Then he died and became everyone else’s.”

Roza squeezes his arm. “I am sorry,” he says softly.

Trahearne swallows his sudden grief. What is it, to attack him here? Not just for Riannoc himself, but for every circumstance they were in in those early days. How could they have known how much they would lose? They barely knew how to live, and then they knew how to die.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this in my stead,” he says. “I do not know if I could have… well, you are aware.”

“Of course, darling.” Roza tips his head to the side, a gleam in his eye emerging not unlike one from thirty years past. “Do you want to stop at the Diving Pelican? The Priory?”

“As a consolation prize for knowing you nearly experienced getting skewered by my old lover firsthand?” Trahearne grumbles good-naturedly.

“As a consolation prize for perhaps never getting to do the skewering yourself, hm?” Roza bats his eyelashes. “Although you did not seem to have any issue with that.”

This is what he gets for opening the gates to the wilderness. “Let us away to the Priory,” Trahearne chooses, getting up. “I am taking advantage of your pass to the restricted section.”

“Didn’t seem terribly restricted,” Roza shoots in right before the gates close. Trahearne taps him on the tip of his pointy nose as admonishment.

“Get it out of your system before we get there,” he sighs, resigned. They wave to the gate guards as they near. They salute smartly.

Roza salutes back. “We are heading straight for the erotica,” he bargains without moving his mouth.

“Deal. But no stealing,” Trahearne returns similarly.

“We’ll see what you say when we get there.”

Which is fair. Trahearne takes his hand, and they step through the gate.

#trahearne #riannoc #roza #writing #drabble #gw2 #i have written it 👁👄👁

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awriterofdivinedreams · 1 year

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Name Meanings/Etymologies of Devil May Cry Characters

Classic Devil May Cry Canon A: Agnus - lamb Alice - noble, of nobility Alex Lowell - to defend, to protect | young wolf Alyssa Martin - rational, noble | warlike, of Mars, warrior Amanda - worthy to be loved Angelina Hagel - messenger of god | farm Arius - warlike, devoted to Ares Arkham - happy

B: Beryl - colour of the sea Bobby - bright fame, shining glory Butler - servant in charge of the wine cellar

C: Carlo - man, free man Cindy - light Chen the Cannibal - dawn, morning, great, tremendous Christopher Lowell - bearer of Christ | young wolf Claude - lame, disabled Credo - I believe

D: Dante - enduring, steadfast, lasting Ducas - leader, to guide, general

E: Elena Huston - bright, shining light | hugh's town, settlement on the hill Elise - oath of God, God is satisfaction Ernest - serious, determined Enzo Ferino - home ruler | iron Eva - life, living one

F: Fredi - peaceful ruler

G: Gloria - glory Grue - shiver, shudder

I: Isaac - he will laugh

J: J.D. Morrison - son of the dark-skinned Jeffrey Turner - pledge of peace, district, traveler | lathe worker Jessica - to see before, god beholds, to behold Joe - he will add Julio - youthful, youth, downy bearded

K: Kalina Ann - viburnum tree, to make red-hot | grace, mercy, favour Kerry Marcus - dark, dark-haired | warlike, dedicated to Mars Kyle - narrow, strait, channel Kyrie - lord

L: Lady - noble, bread kneader Lucia - light Lynn Marcus - lake | warlike, dedicated to Mars

M: "Mad Dog" Denvers - crazy, insane | canine | green valley Margaret - pearl Mary - bitter, beloved, drop of the sea Matier - friend, friendly Michel - who is like God Mike Hagel - who is like God | farm

N: Nell Goldstein - bright, shining light, weaver, merciful, god is my light | gold stone, touchstone Nero - black, strong, powerful Nesty - place to sit down, pure, chaste Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein - victory of the people | gold stone, touchstone Nina Lowell - little girl | young wolf

P: Patty Lowell - noble, patrician | young wolf Patty Lowell (heiress) - noble, patrician | young wolf Paul - small, little, humble

R: Rock Goldstein - crag | gold stone, touchstone Roy Martin - king, red, redhead | warlike, of Mars, warrior

S: Sally - princess, noblewoman Santa Claus - saint, holy | victory of the people Sanctus - holy Simon - he has heard, flat-nosed Soldier “Crew Cut” - mercenary | short-length haircut Solemnis - annual, ceremonial, religiously fixed Sparda - sword, simple, frugal

T: Tiki - hope, waterfall, image Tim - to honour

V: V “Vitale” - Roman numeral for five | life giving, lively Vergil - flourishing Vincent - to conquer

X: χ (Chi) - christ, Greek numeral for six hundred

BOSSES and/or DEMONS

A: Abigail - father's joy Argosax - bright, shining Agni - fire, flame Artemis - butcher, safe

B: Bael - lord, master Balrog - demon of might Baul - snail, slow like a snail Beastheads - wild animal | top of body, leader, ruler Belphagor - lord of the gap, lord of the opening Beowulf - bee wolf, war wolf, bear Berial - worthless Bolverk - evildoer, worker of evil Bradley - broad meadow Brian Lowell - noble, high, hill, strong | young wolf

C: Cavaliere Angelo - knight, horseman, rider | messenger of god Cerberus - hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

D: Dagon - grain, fish Demon of Capulet City - spirit | hat | citizen Demon of Morris Island - spirit | dark-skinned | watery land Director - to guide Doppelganger - double-goer, double-walker

E: Echidna - snake, viper Elder Geryon Knight - old | earth | boy, youth, servant

F: Freki - greedy, ravenous Frost - to freeze Furiataurus - fury of the bull, furious bull

G: Geri - rules with a spear, greedy Geryon - earth Gigapede - giant foot Gilgamesh - the ancestor is a hero Gilver - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

Gilbert - bright pledge

Goliath - to uncover, reveal, running, destroyer Griffon - curved, bent

H: Hell Vanguard - to cover, conceal | before guard

I: Infested Chopper - to attack, hostile | helicopter Infested Tank - to attack, hostile | reservoir of water

J: Jester - reciter of romances, minstrel Jokatgulm - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]

K: King Cerberus - ruler | hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness

L: Leviathan - to twist, coiled

M: Machiavelli - bad little nail Mad Hatter - crazy, insane | maker of hoods, maker of cowls Malphas - mischief Modeus [Asmodeus] - wrathful spirit, demon of wrath Mundus - world

N: Nefascapitis - head of sin, head of violation of divine law Nefasturris - tower of sin, tower of violation of divine law Nefasvermis - worm of sin, worm of violation of divine law Nelo Angelo - black, strong, powerful | messenger of god Nevan - little saint, little holy one Nidhogg - malice striker Nightmare - a female demon suffocates sleepers Nina Lowell (demon) - little girl | young wolf Noctpteran - night wing

O: Orangguerra - war orangutan

P: Phantom - an apparition, specter Plesio - near, close Plutonian - relating to wealth, relating to riches Pride - brave, pomp, valiant Priest - one who leads cattle

Q: Qliphoth - husks, empty shells

R: Red Eye - airplane flight that deprives travelers of sleep, raw and inferior whiskey Rudra - howler, roarer, to cry

S: Sara - princess, noblewoman Secretary - one entrusted with secrets Sid - wide Sloth - indolence, slowness, laziness

T: Tartarussian - relating to a deep pit Tateobesu - vertical, length, height | fat, stout, plump The Savior - the one who saves others Trismagia - three magicians

U: Urizen - your reason, to limit

W: White Rabbit - bright, shine | young rabbit

Ninja Theory's DmC: Devil May Cry Canon

A: Assiel - created by god

B: Bob Barbas - bright fame, shining glory | beard, uncle, stammering

D: Dante (DmC) - enduring, steadfast, lasting

E: Eva (DmC) - life, living one

H: Hollow Dante - empty place | enduring, steadfast, lasting Hollow Kat - empty place | pure, clear Hollow Vergil - empty place | flourishing Hunter - one who chases wild animals

K: Kat - pure, clear

L: Lilith - spirit of the night

M: Mundus (DmC) - world Mundus's Spawn - world | to spread out, expand

P: Phineas - mouth of brass, dark skinned, serpent's mouth

S: Sparda (DmC) - sword, simple, frugal Succubus - to lie beneath

V: Vergil (DmC) - flourishing

#Devil May Cry #Dante Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Nero Sparda #Eva Sparda #Sparda #Patty Lowell #Lady DMC #Trish Sparda #Too lazy to add more character tags #The written word #Tis mine #Helpful tips #I make lists when I'm bored #Name Meanings #Word Etymologies #Writer’s Random Research #nicoletta goldstein

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sulky-valkyrie · 7 months

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WIP Game

tagged by: @squadron-of-damned-writes (frantic waving and sending of hearts and kisses!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Wellllllllllllllllllll so uh, this is an incomplete list and comes into two halves. It's incomplete because is it really a WIP when it's just a prompt copy pasted into a doc with nothing actually added to it? Also, when does something stop becoming a WIP? When it's done? When you start posting chapters on ao3?

These are, to my shame, all for dragon age:

"Something unexpected"

"break a curse"

"whose blood pt 2"

"twins happiest"

"saving loghain"

"in hushed whispers" (suuuuuuuuuuper original title)

"griffon and Peacock"

"Failed ritual pt 4"

"Fly little bird"

"Madman 5+1"

"Fennanders Bittersweet Angst" (can you guess the pairing)

"Call Girl Anders"

"drinks"

"Post Boom Fennanders" (can you guess the pairing?)

"Janders"

"Not Jealous"

"Spunk Mage and the Fainting Goat"

"Twins Arishok"

"Roommates Sequel"

"nathanders"

These are all original fiction:

"William Everyman's Improbable Romance"

"the other necromantic therapist"

"Shit, I'm the NPC"

"Endeavors"

"Sneaky elves"

I'm just gonna cheat and use the tag list from Secret Sanders and add a few additional beloved mutuals

@dismalzelenka @dalish-rogue @pierogipie @anderstrevelyan @favorofthewater @anatidae-dragonage @midnightprelude @highwayphantoms @thedastrash @sunnygalaxyfox @transandersrights @jellydishes @syrupwit @captaincadash @barbex @potatowitch @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul @glowing-blue-feathermage; @plisuu @blarrghe @melisusthewee @cleverblackcat @rosella-writes

#fanfic writing #wip stuff #tag games

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seagullcharmer · 6 months

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waugh. going through my sketchbook and. past me had SUCH good ideas (gonna ramble again)

(april) i had this idea for a fantasy au for tales of the abyss, kinda shapeshifter-y and kinda fairy tale inspired:

-guy and tear were merfolk (a common hod shift)

-kimlascan royalty were traditionally bird related (asch was a phoenix, which is perhaps a little too on-the-nose, but bond liked the idea, so.)

-natalia was a griffon, which was just bird-related enough to let slide (until mohs uses it against her to prove she isn't true royalty, bc she's predominantly cat) (which also ties to largo's title-- the black lion)

-replicas are all changelings. luke presented much like asch's phoenix, but his abilities are different. ion and sync have fairy wings

-jade wasn't a true fantasy creature (partially to emulate his distinct lack of ability with the seventh fonon) but his thing was inspired by the tale 'the snow queen' in which his heart has been pierced by magical ice. if you know the story, you'll understand what i mean

-i have one doodle of asch that i still like, with the line, "why would you think sending a phoenix to die would work?"

after that we got back to more loz/xc1 crossover doodles, which were fun. shulk/ravio is still a big-brained idea. (may/june)

*had a doodle of midna with bean brows that i will need to bring back

oh yeah. some scribbles of fanart for bladework that i still ought to polish up to send to nael (july)

OH HELL YEAH (found more star trek/xenoblade doodles) bajoran!jin is still a fun design i need to work on..... and mikhail&fiora my beloveds....... (bonding over borg trauma)

more chain link fences doodles....... and ywkon ideas......

oh and then august-september saw the trollhunters/miraculous ladybug/owl house resurgence. soooo many raine doodles

and then i stopped using this sketchbook for a while. we pick back up at the end of october when i began my rusty lake scribbling (which, if you've been keeping up, is a lie. i got back into rusty lake at the start of october; i just hadn't been drawing in this particular sketchbook)(we'll go on a deep-dive through the other sketchbook later)

-lots of bob doodles. was working on figuring out how to draw him. also some 9yo dale doodles. and then we got back on the eilander wagon

-then some more dale nonsense. and then the homestuck crossover. yeehaw we're nearly caught up

#libra.txt #this makes absolutely zero sense without the doodles to match. too bad. you will not be seeing those

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cheese-anon-real · 4 months

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Howdy! I'm Cheese Anon! I speak for the cheese~ I have a wonderful hoard of Wisps that help me, and I'm secretly a god from another world~ Got a real good family on here, consisting of the Spardas and the Anons! The Spardanons! Lore posts will be linked below, when they're made.

Now meet the family!

One of my best friends of all time! @bigdumidiot

The amazing, the loveable, AZUREEEEEE! @azureedoodles

The anons!

🧀; you are here!

🃏; one of the best lil fluffballs! @anonjoker

🍰; very good at fixing things, great company! @bizcochodefresa

👸; Queenie, aka Alexandria, helps us all out a lot and makes really great comfort food! And has quite a few good stories, dear gods below. @anonymousqueenofrandom

🌵; Queen's daughter, Kaylee(assigning that emoji to you for funnies), an adorable sassy lil shit, good at gaming! @princessanonofrandom

🍬; beloved sass master, one of the best gremlins around! @therealcandyanon

The Spardas(&co)!

Can you believe this is THE Dante Sparda? @pizzalover8969

Vergil. The big dork! @thebestsonofsparda

Nero the Meme Lord(and a really good partner dad from what I've heard!) @thebluerose

V. He won't live with me. :( @romannumeralv

Griffon, my favorite demonic bird! @the-thunder-chicken

Nico! Has my signed permission to use bits of me to make cool shit. Very funky. Very cool. @lethal-artisan

#i am so sorry about all these @s jesus fucking christ #i did indeed reference Dante when he added me to his pinned post #sue me dante. sue me.

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the-griffons-saddlebag · 1 year

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saviorbook · 1 year

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Fancy

I'll admit, fancy wasn't something I found easy to do. Cheesy, no problem. Emotional, I can do that. But Fancy on this blessed fifth day of @fransweek impossible. Well, I tried my best regardless, so I hope you enjoy.

The nightlife of Nychta roared with the bright reds and whites of the neon signs that promoted the illegal selling of alcohol at the just as illegal nightclubs that were scattered throughout the city. To say it was a boring place, was to say you were looking to get shanked. After all, the Achlys Company, the most notorious gang of the city, didn’t take too kindly to people who couldn’t hold their tongues.

From an outsider’s perspective, the largest building in the middle of the bustling street was much too intimidating to look at, let alone approach. To their surprise, however, they would make out a dainty woman being followed by a behemoth of what could only be presumed as a bodyguard, considering he was a monster. They would stare in awe as the two approached the building, seemed to ignore the man by the doors, and walk in as if they owned the place, which everyone knew wasn’t the case.

To say Sans and Frisk were unimpressed, would be an understatement. The two were known throughout their own gang to be the best of the best; they would travel worldwide and dismantle anyone they didn’t like in the span of a single mission. The large, illegal establishment that loomed over them, as if it wanted to swallow them whole was, all in all, boring, and the couple would make that very well-known by the end of their short stay.

Frisk bounced her hair in her hands as she sat on the velvet covered chair, awaiting her audience with the kingpin of the Misery Company. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable wait. Her own velvet dress rubbed against the chair in a way that felt wrong and made her skin crawl, and her husband was forced to stand the entire time instead of being allowed to sit next to her. The second complaint of hers was to be expected, though; they were undercover as an out of country gang who wanted to merge their empires, and Sans being the bodyguard to an elite socialite made the most sense.

Frisk’s eyes shifted to the large velvet lined doors as they creaked open. A man, who had to have stood at seven feet tall and tree feet wide, blocked the doorway with his massive stature; his face was bathed in shadows, and all that could be seen, was a silver tooth that managed to capture the only light that framed him. He towered over Frisk when she stood and let out hearty laugh as he blew out a thick plume of smoke from the cigar that hung from his chapped lips.

“So this is who the great White Griffons sent to make a deal, a mouse and her pet!” Another laugh escaped him as he failed to notice Frisk’s smirk at his attempt to make her feel small; after all, there was no need to. She knew her 5’ 2’’ stature was getting her nowhere in being intimidating; she was small.

“I suggest you not call it a pet.” Her voice seethed with rage, with a threat hanging onto every word.

“And why may that be, pretty lady? Isn’t that what he is, a glorified pet?” Sans remained stoic and silent in the background, waiting for Frisk’s cue to get this over with.

“Good heavens, no… It is my property. Calling it a pet implies it means something to me, that it’s more than a good way to get my point across, that you think it holds more emotional value to me than that of one of your own possessions. Don’t get me wrong, I would be upset if it were to get injured or if you were to shoot it. However, it’s not like I lost a beloved pet or my favorite blade. It would simply be an inconvenience I’d rather go without. After all, I would be absolutely mad if I said finding one of these things was easy.” Sans had to try his hardest to keep from showing any emotion at the small monologue. It wasn’t one she had to use often, but this man wasn’t to be played with, and she had to make sure she covered all her bases. However, to say it didn’t sting to hear those words come from the woman he loved, even if out of necessity, would have been a lie.

“It’s well-dressed for just being a piece of property.” The large man was leading them through the long hallway that led to the office where the meeting was actually supposed to be held. Frisk tried her hardest to not let a loud sigh slip passed her lips and opted to instead slip the dagger that she carried out of hiding, playing with the sharp blade.

“Well, why do you take care of your cars? It’s to display wealth and to keep them in optimal condition so you can continue to use them, yes? I simply do the same.” He glanced back at her and took notice of the only weapon either of the pair seemed to have on them.

“If it is about wealth, why carry such a pathetic blade? Why not use something encrusted with jewels or a gun?” Frisk lowered her head and smiled up at the man, causing an unexpected shiver to run up his spine.

“Well, this blade in particular has sentimental value to me, is easy to sharpen, and causes people to look me in the eyes as the light in their own fade instead of looking at the gaudy handle of a more expensive and ornamental blade. Why not a gun? I find guns to be too impersonal. As I said previously, I enjoy watching the hope drain from a person’s soul when I plunge the knife into their flesh. I enjoy the feeling of the skin ripping under my touch, the warm blood that slowly drips down my arms as I push the blade into their body as far as it will go. I believe guns are too merciful, and while I may be a lady who one would assume wouldn’t want to get her hands dirty, that person would be gravely mistaken. Now, enough talking about my possessions. After all, I dictate what they do, and if you decide to continue this line of questioning, there’s no telling what will go down your throat first.” Sans swallowed the breath he didn’t know he was holding and thanked the stars that the woman in front of him was on his side.

“I see. Well, I hope you find that we have accommodated to your tastes.” He gestured to a large chair that looked like it would swallow Frisk whole as they approached his mahogany desk.

“I do suppose many would find a place like this, fancy. I however, find it to be quite tacky. It’s too fancy for the people you sell to, making you seem unapproachable, yet it’s much too tacky for the amount of wealth you’ve accumulated. Sans, do be a dear and scan the place for me.” The large man jumped back as the skeletal monster bowed his head and cleared the room, bringing back a gun that had been hidden under the desk.

“i don’t trust this man.” He sent a glare towards the boss but confirmed that it was safe to sit.

“I didn’t know you taught it to speak.” The man let out a hearty chuckle.

“I didn’t. Monsters are quite smart and far more intelligent than you could ever hope to be. Now, before you speak, may I remind you that you designed this room to be completely sound proof.” She nodded to the chair in front of her, and he took a seat, reaching for a button that was connected to the desk.

“I wouldn’t do that. Sans already cut off its connection to the rest of the facility. Now, let’s drop the pretenses and get down to business.” He swallowed as he glanced up at Sans, only now realizing that he was in over his head.

“I understand that you are a very powerful man in charge of a very powerful organization. I don’t care. I’m sure that you now understand that I lied about mostly everything.” Sans’ eyes widened.

“you lied! i can’t believe this! this isn’t what i was paid to do.” His smile grew wider as he struggled to keep a straight face.

“Hon, stop. I’m sorry had to see that poor excuse for acting, but I can’t promise he won’t do it again.” She rolled her eyes as Sans placed a hand to his head in mock hurt.

“frisk, you wound me.” He glanced at her as she giggled.

“What is going on here?!” The large man raised his voice as he reached for the gun in his pocket.

“aw, we were having such a great time. shame you had to go and ruin it.” A sharpened bone was pointed in the man’s face as Sans’ eyelights went out.

“Right, business. You have something your people want: money. We plan on giving it to them out of your pockets. You can either do this willingly by joining our gang, The Underground, or you can learn the true meaning of ‘swimming with the fishes.’ The choice is yours.” She stood up from her chair and leaned over the desk.

“You really think my people would just let this happen. I have investors that I need to make happy. You’re not going to get in the way of that.” Frisk let out a dark chuckle as she pulled her knife out again.

“Oh, you poor soul. You think you have a say in the matter. Again, if you won’t join us willingly, then we have to end your miserable existence, and after that, it won’t matter what your investors have to say. Either way, it will no longer be your money. Whatever grievances they have will go through us; it won’t be your concern.” Her eyes had a red glint to them as the bone inched closer to the man’s face.

“Fine! I’m not really in the business of deep sea diving, so we’ll play the game your way.” He sneered as he looked away.

“Good. Pleasure doing business with you. Our correspondents will be in touch soon. For now, I want a secluded table at your restaurant, all expenses paid.” He nodded and shooed the pair off.

As Sans and Frisk left she leaned into him, smiling at the feeling of the soft cotton that made up the blouse under his dress vest.

“was it necessary to dine in his oh so fancy diner?” She smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

“No, but it was pretty funny to see his face turn red.” He laughed and looked her in the eyes.

“i bet i could get us somewhere fancier.” She shook her head a little.

“I bet you could, too.”

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