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i love your little dudes they're very ✨✨✨✨
me when i am a presis gemsteon
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idk who you are or why i'm following you but your blog is based here have an aetherflux reservoir
LMAO thank you bisexual bingus
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hello ma'am!
trick or treat!!
woah!! you’re early!!!! i wasn’t expecting you for another few days!! give me a moment while i check and see what i can give you…
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I have a suggestion:
What D&D/Pathfinder class is your OC?
(yeah sorry, i'm on a 5-years-and-counting ttrpg hyperfixation lol)
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#ask your oc#about your oc#original characters#dnd#writing prompt#ask#reply#submission#deadpan-c#no need to apologize! I'm always open to posting these for ya'll
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*knocnknckmnkcocnknockkmnock*
trick or treat!!!!
it's a little early, isn't it?
well, whatever
just take a handful
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Stack the Deck
(Maria Hawke/Fenris | 1,310 words | Fluff | no warnings)
Fenris could have caught Hawke before she reached the stairs if he’d really been trying, but that probably wasn’t the point.
Hawke had left the Hanged Man when he’d excused himself for a few moments, and he’d been chasing after her since he’d returned to the table to find her gone. He knew quite well what she was doing, because she’d spent the whole evening “accidentally” running her fingers over the inside of his wrist, whispering so close to his ear that her lips often skimmed the sensitive skin, and tilting her head back in the way that occasionally exposed the small red marks at the joint of her neck.
She’d also been cheating at cards to no avail, but that was nothing new. Fenris hardly noticed it anymore, since Hawke slipped the extra cards into his belt more often than not these days. As he jogged up the stairs to Hightown, he retrieved three from his waistband alone. He would almost certainly find more tucked away on his person when he finally reached her manor and disrobed.
Perhaps this sort of thing was odd to do with one’s lover, but Fenris didn’t especially care. He could hear her laughing from here, after all, and the sound of it lightened his steps. As he rounded the corner at last, he spotted Hawke at her manor door, stepping into the firelit foyer.
“Hawke,” he called, speeding up.
She held the door open for him, beaming across the courtyard as if she hadn’t seen him in days.
“Oh, dear,” she said, with not an ounce of concern in her voice. “You’ve caught me.”
“You didn’t hide yourself very well, if that’s what you were trying to do,” Fenris told her as he stepped through the door. She swung it shut behind her with a soft click and he caught her waist in his hands, pressing her back against the wood.
“Heavens,” Hawke said, still smiling, “how forward, messere.”
“I seem to recall having you twice before breakfast,” he murmured, kissing her cheek as he spoke. “How could this possibly be forward, Hawke?”
She seemed disinclined to explain herself, and laughed breathlessly when his lips trailed over the curve of her ear. Fenris huffed and directed his next words there in a murmur.
“Was there a reason for this little game, or did you tease me all night so I would chase you home?”
“Hm?” she said, angling her head away.
Fenris obliged the silent request and nipped at the soft skin of her neck. It felt just as good as it had this morning.
“I’m winning a bet,” she said after a moment.
Fenris leaned back to look at her, brows raised.
“Oh! No, not that,” she said, and produced a playing card from her sleeve with the casual flick of her fingers.
If he hadn’t known better, Fenris might have thought it was magic, but no—these were only the skills she’d learned as a pickpocket when her family had first come to Lowtown. She’d solemnly sworn never to pretend to pull a coin from his ear again, but that hadn’t kept her from producing various other objects from elsewhere on his person or her own.
“The Angel of Death?” he asked, reading the card, “Were you losing all night on purpose?”
“Yes and no,” she laughed, producing another card, then another, and another, from her sleeves, then her decolletage, then her belt, and so on. When she finally stopped, Fenris was staring at more than half a deck stacked neatly in her left hand.
“And the bet?” he said after a moment. She smiled again, eyes lit from within, and produced a card from behind his back.
“That I wouldn’t make it out of the Hanged Man before Varric realized I’d taken most of his Wicked Grace deck,” she said, and plucked yet another card from the front of his belt. “Angel of Temerity. I was proud of that one.”
“Of course you were,” Fenris said, resting a hand against the door beside her head. “What have you won?”
“Two sov off of Isabela,” she said, tipping her head up so she could meet his eyes. “Would’ve been three, but I couldn’t quite get the last of the Angels. I think she had it in her bosom all along, the blighted pirate.”
Ah.
Slowly, Fenris reached into his pocket and pulled two cards from it. One was the Knight of Dawn, but the other…
Hawke gasped.
“No!” she said, reaching up to touch the second card. “Fortitude! But how?”
“I take my cards with me when I leave the table,” Fenris told her, extending the cards. “Or someone would steal them.”
Hawke gasped and would have pressed a hand to her chest, but he’d caught her fingers when she’d reached for his cards.
“I would never,” she said, the dimples on either side of her mouth deepening despite the solemnity of her words.
“Never,” Fenris said flatly, not letting go of the pair of cards, “and yet you are doing so now.”
“You offered!” Hawke protested. “Fine, then. What do you want for them?”
Fenris considered her for a moment. The long walk to Hightown had brought a flush to her cheeks. Her hair, formerly wound into her customary braid, had already begun to come loose. Ringlets sprung from its twined length and brushed against her neck. Beneath dark brows, her eyes laughed at him.
“What are you offering?” he countered, leaning closer.
“Nothing you couldn’t have for the asking,” she laughed. “A kiss for the two of them.”
“No.”
“You don’t even want them!” Hawke protested.
The skin at the corners of her eyes wrinkled when she smiled; Fenris marked it whenever it happened.
Especially when he was the one who’d made her smile.
“But you do,” he said, keeping his grip on the cards she was trying to tug away. “Two apiece and I will let go.”
“One apiece,” she countered, “and that’s my final offer. Surely you wouldn’t haggle with your dearest beloved over so—”
Fenris cut off the rest of her sentence with a kiss, and caught the edge of her smile on his lower lip for his haste. He did not mind it, of course. Hawke was smiling half the time when they kissed regardless, and feeling the shift in her when she turned her full attention to him was a pleasure in and of itself.
“One,” she murmured, tilting her head away. She returned to him before he could think of something to say in return. This time, she let go of the cards and traced the line of his jaw as she kissed him, fingertips running along bone until they reached his chin.
“Two,” he began when she pulled away, but she was kissing him again before the rest of the syllable tripped from his tongue.
This kiss lasted the longest of all, until Fenris was leaning harder against the hand he’d braced against the wall, until he’d half-forgotten what they were still doing in her foyer at all. When she tipped her head away at last, he blinked at her for a moment, surprised at the sudden absence of her.
“That has to count for at least four,” she said, and Fenris felt something brush against his ear.
“Thank you, my dear,” she added. Fenris turned his head.
The cards. Of course she was holding the cards.
“Why argue,” he asked, taking a step back, “if you intended to take them in the first place?”
“It was the principle of the thing,” Hawke said, shrugging.
Fenris scoffed and shook his head, but she only smiled up at him and pushed off the door.
“Come on, then,” she said, hooking her fingers into his belt and tugging lightly. “Let me give you the rest.”
And Fenris, as they’d both known he would, followed gladly.
#fenris#fenris dragon age#maria hawke#fenhawke#da2#my writing#da fanfic#doing a quiet dance in my office because i finished a whole piece c:#and my special yarn gets here today so i can go back to working on my fenris scarf!#anyways i love them and i think the idea of maria constantly pretending to pull things from behind his back and/or his ear is so funny#bc he is so deadpan most of the time#au where she is a stage magician and he is a begrudging audience participant#oops. now i gotta add it to the story idea list#shivunin scrivening
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detective comics #822
[ID: Bruce Wayne having to deal with The Riddler showing up at his house unannounced (and with an audience of reporters and cops) after a long patrol. He descends down the stairs while straightening his tie as The Riddler enthusiastically greets him at the bottom, “Good evening, Mr. Wayne.” Commissioner Gordon has his head in his hands, clearly exasperated too as Bruce internally reflects, ‘Anything but him. I do not need him tonight... Riddler's spent most of the last year in a coma. When he came out of it, he barely remembered his own name, let alone the small fact that I'm Batman.’ Bruce fixes his cufflinks and flashes an disingenuous, billionaire smile as he comments in a catty nature, “Huh. Halloween already. Alfred, give our visitor some candy and throw him the hell out.” The Riddler swings his cane out to stop Bruce in an almost accusatory way and chimes, “Manners, please, Mr. Wayne. The old criminal Riddler is gone.” He will then proceed to present Bruce with the unfun fact that he's currently a potential murder suspect. END ID]
#you dont need to know bruce is being framed for murder i just think its funny how often this happens#hes so funny i love when hes just bitchy#ppl think hes all stotic and deadpan when hes actually just so overwhelmed by emotions and is a little bit of a shit starter at all times#c: detective comics | i: 822#crypt's panels#bruce wayne#the Riddler#riddlebat#<- bc two guys that hate each other is fun to go hehee what if they hatefucked
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My friend who is going to be 22 soon was briefly obsessed with character ai
and I mean that she was kinda treating the oc that she made in c ai as her boyfriend and she would go to me being like oh im upset he did this or what he did really made me kilig!
and im like my brother in christ you made that damned thing
I remember she cried to me that he scared her and I was just baffled cause THATS YOUR KID YOU MADE HIM WHAT
then i took over the 'rp' to say shakira shakira and she told me not to mess with him
#character ai#c ai#when she admitted using it to me I just gave her a deadpanned look#i knew she would fall into it because she's starved for affection#but also like just#disappointed#and even more disappointed#i still love my friend#skksksksks
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@rolliesmuses asked: " Have you considered joining FOWL? " Bradford asked the capable young lady. " We can, of course, pay you if you require money. "
She doesn't show one scrap of emotion. Her features are cool as she's flipping through the many filed away responses she uses when approached by an illicit organization. She is not easily recruited by...Networks. Individuals? Small groups? Easy. But other Syndicates, Organizations, Secret Societies? Pass.
"Everyone requires money. If you are good at something, you never do it for free."
"Besides. I may have severed my ties with The Dragon Heads of my old Syndicate, but they will destroy me for joining another. It was in the blood agreement I signed when I severed my ties and went rogue. I prefer my freedom in choosing whichever job I want. Joining a...club....requires I do what they say, not what I wish."
"Leashes. Do not suit me."
#rolliesmuses#rp#C: Bradford Buzzard#🗡️GABBY MCSTABBERSON 🗡️#V: CROUCHING EAGLE HIDDEN MERCENARY || CANON GABBY! DT2017#{ Gabby quoting the Joker in deadpan....welp! That's a thing now }#{ Anway she just needs pursuuuuuaaasioooon or the right price met XD }
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Waht aboubt ddeadpan-a
glorped
#ask#actually come to think of it i should probably change my url to deadpan a#because c is the first letter of my birth name#and my chosen name starts with a#eh i'm not rlly bothered lol
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hey how do you draw hands so good ok thanks bye
honestly my approach to handse is prettyy standard liek, i tryu 2 simplify thingse into basik 3d shapes that i simpley join 2gether, veiwing it liek this makes perspectiv alot easior
i think that alot of artists, when trying 2 teach othors how to draw hands go for the approach of like, adding guidlines?? like this
they simplify the hand into circles or dots for joints, and then connect them with lines and then are like ok just draw the outline of that to make a hand, and i think that this is a really damaging and unhelpful approach that sadly alot of beginners use becaise its liek, easy 2 wrap ur head around or atleast easior then being like "ok well first learn how to draw basic 3d shapes" witch is my advice
if u want to draw like, literally anything good u have to have like atleast a TINY bit of knowlage of perspective and forshortening, and honestlea i think the best place to start with that is learning how to draw spheres cones and cubes in different perspectives, and then once ur really comfortable with that u can do slightly more complex shapes, like the sort of tapered oval cylender thing that i use as a base for the palm.
its really annoying when people are like "ok well u need to learn fundimentals in order to make good art and know how to stylkize things" even though its true. like, trust me i am not doing life drawings of fruit or whatevor but you do have to have atleast basic knowlage of these concepts to be able to make good shit
its rlly7 hard 2 liek, get ppl to actuially listen 2 you, the reality is alot of easy art tutorialse r just teaching you bad habits, so many tutorials about preportions and perspective are like "ok now draw three million basic shapes as guidelines" generally circles for joints and lines across various areas of the body to denote placement and its like? thats rlly not useful, you cant just start with a bunch of random flat lines and circles and then magically get something with good perspective by drawing over it
tbh i dont even really use many guidelines, and the ones that i do use, (for complicated poses i do draw a sort of ribcage esque 3d shape for the torso) are already like, 3dshapes, i draw things with perspective to start
tbh i dont really liek art tutorialse that much, atleast the ones that are like "how to draw hands" and "how to draw eyes" because alot of the time they just fail to teach you the actual fundimental concepts that go into that, witch is just gonna hurt you in thea long run
ive been drawinmg for literal yrs and ive put alot of time into learning proportions and 3d shapes and stuff like fat distrobution and weight and stuff like color theory and shape languadge and whatevor and regardless of how many paragraphs i write these r skills that take *yearse*, ur not gonna magicaley be able to draw hands by listening 2 mea badley explain it
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trick or treat!!!!?!!!!!
awww, here you go, Bingus!
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for the oc name ask game: danny!
Ah, yes, the ever-elusive 5000 year old vampire from somewhere ambiguous in Asia. How did that guy get named Danny?
Well, long story, so I'll put it under the cut~
So when I first invented Danny, in 2019, I actually shopped him around a bit and did some roleplaying with him—this was back when I was still actively doing forum rps, which I haven't done since then—and originally, he was from a specific dynasty in China. So, I began looking up ancient Chinese-based names. Even if I never used it in the rp itself, I thought I would have it for my own backstory of him.
I don't remember the specifics, but I came across an old surname Lu and I was going through Chinese characters for his given name that had to do with sun/dawn meanings (because a vampire with a sun name is fun) and one of those characters, if pronounced in today's version of Mandarin using Pinyin, was spelled "Dan."
This of course would be pronounced with a long "a" sound like "don", but regardless, he was called Dan for a while. Over time, I found that his closest companions called him Danny.
Even though he changed a LOT between the rp and actually writing avof, the name Danny stuck and I couldn't wrap my head around changing it. That's just... who he is. Regardless of his thousands of other identities he's taken on, Danny is the one he considers the closest to him and only people who really know him use it.
PLEASE NOTE—Danny is not Chinese in AVOF.
This original form of Danny was very different, he wasn't genderqueer, he was a hell of a lot younger, the vampire lore as different, he was from a specific Chinese historical time period, and he was actually quite bitter in an Old and Tired™ kinda way. Other than basic physical features and some sarcasm, there is nothing similar between them, but this is where the name Danny came from.
#answered#ask#mutuals#mj posts#mj mumbles#oc name game#c: danny#i would tell you where he's from exactly but#you've never head of it anyway RIP#and also i want to see if anyone who reads book 2 can figure it out#am i evil#probably#but there's an ongoing joke that everyone assumes he's chinese#so he uses chinese names in all his Official Identities#bc he's exceptionally fluent in mandarin#(compared to other asian languages)#so it's an identity he can more easily/believably pull off#and everyone just believes it lol#and people are like 'wait you're NOT chinese???'#and he deadpans 'i'm older than china'#>:D#LOLOL
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today's brain study term of the day is "cognitive dissonance"
#my post#this is my entire brain in a nutshell. can't wait to crack this one open with a therapist (/deadpan).#knowing that i should talk to people more so i can actually lean and feel safe and shit#vs. feeling like i will have the point missed and have my tone nitpicked and not end up heard#vs. knowing my friends are a) human b) not malicious and c) would NOT FUCKING DO THAT properly#is NOT a fun logical tangle to get stuck in and is in fact driving me insane.#bad vibes#at what point does me talking about my shit become trauma dumping i can't tell anymore.
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