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jaxon-c6 · 7 months

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Yesterday I had so bad neckpain that I didn't have the strength to draw so because of that I tried to draw a much better ranger than before today. So this (and a little bonus) goes for day six and seven trying to learn how to actually draw the veteran ranger outfit.

I think I did the best I could, but it does not mean I will give up or something. Instead I continue. Now, some bonuses.

First Jaxon wearing the armor

The hair is a different entity, refusing to receive light or shadows.

Now, to the actual bonus I wanted to already share:

On my workplace three little cats were born a few weeks ago (maybe two months?), and as an apology for not drawing yesterday I am going to show them. Because I love them.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #fallout nv #fonv #courier six #courier 6 #fallout art #fallout fanart #cats #cats cats cats #i love cats #especially these three #and their mother

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hungrydogs-if · 6 months

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Hi i really like that IF and i actually have a question. Can we have more facts about Nur and Bassir we know one is secretary the other treasurer but nothing else is known like did they also got arrest, they ran away? Also will their be a possibility for MC to take down Vaz (whatever methods) like wouldn't Angel like to arrest a killer while MC will take the willing rival gang members under our protection/ownership? Keno is my New dad change my mind -sarah

sarah, my darling! i had to boot up my laptop to answer this because i have things to say.

let's start with nur and basir. these two are the only two protected by plot armor, so they will always be with you. at least in the beginning; they might choose to leave due to your choices later on. at least they can't die, yay!

now, nur got arrested, but she is perfect with her words and got off without much of an sentence, basically working loopholes and getting off with a slap of the wrist. she does own a legitimate business dealing in bookkeeping, so that helped her a lot. plus lies. she could talk a shark out of biting her in the middle of a chew. she will be your greatest ally, if you play your cards right, but your greatest enemy if you cross her. she'd make a frightening law enforcement officer, come to think of it. she's the most level-headed member of the hdmc for sure, which doesn't take a lot considering how much trauma all these peeps have stacked.

basir is... a character. the only reason he didn't get arrested was because he managed a distraction (the rest of the club going apeshit basically) and just bolted, and has been lying low ever since, working a normal job. he really doesn't pay much attention to 'right and wrong' on societal standards, so he jumps between being a gang member, to holding a normal job by forging qualifications, and gets right back to being a gang member. you know that pink gun gif/meme? that's basically basir in a nutshell, personality wise. funny how a bored bankers makes the best treasurers.

on the subject of angel/vaz arrests. you will be able to take down vaz, eventually, in the later gameplay, the method depending on you choices and which storyline you're following. before that, it wouldn't be that easy because there's no concrete proof that vaz has done anything illegal, only hearsay and circumstantial evidence. there's no paper trail, no cctv footage, and no willing (read also as: living) witnesses. angel did try to pursue it at first, when there were rumors and the former president of 'his' gang died but vaz (or the gang itself, as many say) has superior half of the san maro pd in his pocket, and angel would quickly be told not to pursue anything more. if they didn't have a young child to both protect and provide for, they'd very well continue their investigation in private, but they have no choice but to turn the other cheek. for now.

you will be able to either have vaz arrested, or outright kill him. the águilas rojas will be thankful either way, and it'd solidify a strong alliance between the two clubs. unless you choose to do something else entirely.

believe me, angel would like nothing more than to toss that cretin behind bars for the rest of his life, but the system they work for is crooked beyond salvation.

also keno is everyone's dad, draw up the adoption papers. he will do a little tappy-tap on your head with a book when you're acting up. what could anyone do, throw a punch? can't even reach his face lmao. fella just gonna pick you up like a toddler. i love big literary papa, he can take me to a matinee any day.

#asks.#my heart goes pitter patter when people mention npc's #they play such a massive part in the game #especially these three #(nur basir and keno)#only two peeps i've given plot armor to is nur and basir too so take that as you will lmao

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freddieslater · 2 years

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Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Bamenzo | Bonnie Bennett x Damon Salvatore x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries)

Requested by @blairwaldcrf

The eager rays of sun slip in through the cracks in the blinds and curtains, spilling out in fractions of orange all across the room like a beehive. A light autumn breeze slips in through the open kitchen window and pulls the smell of fresh pancakes through the cabin. There's a symphony of mirth in the laughter that fills every shadowed crevice and corner, accompanied by the plucking of guitar strings and a rustling newspaper.

How completely strange it must appear to those on the outside. The three of them up at the crack of dawn, chasing the sun as though it'll never rise again simply to sit around the kitchen table and eat breakfast together. A snapshot of pure domestic bliss.

It strikes Bonnie. She pauses with her pen hovering over her crossword to look over at Enzo, sitting haphazardly on a chair with a foot angled on another one as he strums his strings to some vaguely familiar tune. He stops and rolls his eyes when Damon teases him for messing up a chord, and suddenly they're bickering again with the most joyful of smiles. They wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

Damon cuts their "argument" short as he begins dishing out pancakes onto the plate in the middle of the table. Rising steam reflects in the sun's rays, curling and reaching for the ceiling. The room fills with the delicious smell of strawberries and blueberries.

She smiles and moves to grab a pancake or two when the word she was looking for finally jumps into her head. She hurries to scrawl each letter into the little boxes, then sits back to stare at the completed crossword proudly. Contented.

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huiyi07 · 11 months

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Nico canonically being the least dense and the most sensible when it comes to relationships and romance among the big three kids lives rent free in my mind

#tsats #percy jackson #pjo #nico di angelo #will solace #the sun and the star #pjo hoo toa #solangelo #okay but he literally REALIZED Will had feelings for him before they confessed #the other big three kids could NEVER #especially not Percy

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timothylawrence · 8 months

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"Wyll is boring" he is the personification of daddy issues. he hides away at a beach TWICE and leaving the tav to go find him because he's not used to having people around who care abt him. he's been running around the sword coast for seven years just killing things and saving people because he got EXILED and chose to prove himself to his father and just help others. he spends his time training kids how to defend themselves. you find out his dad is the ARCHDUKE of Baldur's Gate. he almost drowned once trying to find mermaids. he has a literal devil haunting him that watches his every move. He managed to stop an entire cult of Tiamat AT AGE 17!!!!!!! he loves clowns.

Wyll isn't boring, ppl just haven't taken the time to explore his story and it SHOWS

#ewbie.txt #bg3 #wyll ravengard #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #I’m not gonna state the obvious as to why individuals may not be giving him attention but. it is disheartening.#he has such a wonderful arc that really comes to life as you advance on the story #especially in act three. hes literally brooding the entirety of act 3 mourning his life and his father and everything around him #this is all CANON non determent stuff btw!!! this isnt choice based!!!#wyll enjoyers RISE!!!#(the answer is r@cism btw. like. hes not boring. ppl r just racist)

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xabura · 1 month

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These shots remind me of Dante Basco's and Mae Whitman's headcanons that one of the greatest obstacles to Zuko and Katara getting together would be their fear of hurting Aang's feelings, since they both respect him so much.

#zutara #why do these three keep forming triangles in scenes lol #zk already got drama because they come from enemy nations but it's even better if you add in aangst #especially since aang doesn't even belong in the same time period as them

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stuffmyfriendssay · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022: No. 28 - It's just the tip of the iceberg

Welcome to chapter 3 of one of my whumptober stories. this chapter is for no. 28 - anger born of worry, headache. I am so so so ridiculously proud of this story. That being said, please be kind to it, this is my first month putting any of my writing on the internet. I haven't had any feedback yet, so I would really love a comment, even if its just corrections or a list of bits you hated.

Chapter summary:

Eris still hadn’t spoken, hadn’t really moved. Her hand was hovering over her side, shaking. She wasn’t looking at Selene, didn’t seem to be listening. Her unfocused gaze rested on the corner of the room.

“Why aren’t you even listening? Eris, I’m angry, you fucked up! Except you didn’t, did you. You didn’t make a mistake. You chose to lie to us, you chose to betray our trust, and even when you told me to my face that you would do better you still didn’t do anything different!”

She breathed harshly, ignoring Eris’ flinch at her tone, ignoring the way that Eris’ breathing sounded worse than her own, a counterpoint against the silence.

“Do you even care?”

She couldn’t ignore the next flinch.

The next morning, before Eris got back from her morning run–although Selene suspected that it was likely more of a shuffle this time–she and her brother sat down in the kitchen over a pot of coffee to have a talk.

She and Eris hadn’t exactly left things on the worst of terms the night before, but there was something about being in her presence, especially when she was injured, that made it almost impossible to fight with her.

But that was yesterday. Selene had slept since then–or tried to. She’d had time to overthink about exactly how she felt about Eris’ lie. And now she’d had time to force her brother to overthink it too. And because of Eris’ superhuman anti-conflict aura, well, Selene was just going to have to make up her mind to be mad before the conversation even started, wasn’t she.

She had known before she sat down with Janus exactly how it was going to turn out. That was why she had spoken to him at all. He hated lying. Hated the concept of dishonesty and hated the social ‘fuckery’ that went with it. Lying–in all its forms, however seemingly important it seems to the liar–was neurotypical bullshit.

One of the tenets of the household was that no member should have to deal with such a smell, a rule that was created to protect said neurotypicals as much as their long-suffering housemates. It was a rule that Eris herself had been all too eager to agree too. And here she was, swanning around, breaking it.

For weeks.

And so Selene was angry, and self-righteous about that anger, and only the teeniest, tiniest bit worried. So, like, mostly not at all. Because she was mad. Because you can’t be worried about someone lots and mad at them lots. Because those are the rules. Totally.

Anyway, for her master plan to work, she needed to feel completely justified in her anger, and when the twins agreed, it was basically scientifically impossible for them to be wrong, so, here they were.

“She lied, that’s bad, why are you asking me how I feel about it when you already know how I feel about it?” Janus was always straight to the point. It made conversations easier, usually.

“I don’t know, I guess I feel weird being mad at her,” Selene said.

“Why?”

“Well, she apologised…”

“So? She lied. Which is wrong. We don’t do that to each other. I’m angry.”

Selene sighed and shuffled around on her chair, “Yeah, I know, I guess, but she was really nice about it? She said she lied because of her and not because of me, and that she was trying, and that my feelings were valid-”

“She still lied-”

“-and she was hurt and she even thanked me for helping with her wound. Like, she doesn’t do that. Like, ever,” she said.

“Isn’t that the problem though?” Janus said.

“Ugh, yeah,” she replied, “I’ve just talked myself out of being angry though. Ugh, why couldn’t she have come back while I was still properly worked up? I’m gonna make myself mad again.” She stood and started pacing around the kitchen, her coffee mug abandoned on the table. Janus did not abandon his.

“Do you need me for this bit or can I go get on with work?”

She looked at him harshly mid-step, then deflated a bit, “No, I’m good. You can do whatever.” He raised his eyebrows in silent question, and she restated, “I mean it, really. You’re probably better off not around my bad vibes anyway.”

“” “” “” “” “” “” “”

After another few minutes of pacing and angry half-muttered ranting and elaborate gesturing, Selene decided she actually wasn’t mad. Well, she was, but like, she couldn’t get herself to feel it. Why did emotions have to do what they wanted instead of what you wanted? It’s rude!

So instead, she made herself a slice of toast, stuck it between her teeth, and started doing–far less agitated–laps of the house. She was on her second pass of the upstairs landing when she heard Eris’ distinctive jimmying of the lock; her key was half bent on one side, but it worked, and she said she was too attached to it to let it go. Selene peered down to watch.

She seemed okay. That was something at least. And while she was moving in a kind of shuffly way, it was only shuffly compared to Eris’ usual purposeful stride. She still looked tired, but got all of their (slightly overcomplicated) handshake right as they crossed on the stairs, so she wasn’t dying at the very least.

As usual, after a run, Eris went straight to the bathroom, door left slightly ajar. As usual, the shower turned on a moment later. As usual- wait. No towel on the door handle. But Eris always got in the shower without waiting for it to warm up, because she had cold showers, because she was weird. So she hadn’t realised she had no towel.

This was an emergency. Not because anything was wrong, really. But because the last time Eris had forgotten her towel, she had just walked to her room without anything on, and Selene had seen and had a minor gay crisis, which was… overdue, in hindsight, but Eris was basically her older sister and was legally her guardian now so that was gross and disgusting and horrible and- yeah an emergency.

“Eris?” Selen nudged open the door, snagging a towel from the cupboard on her way. Her eyes were closed, thank you very much. There would be no repeat of the last incident, her poor baby lesbian heart couldn’t take it, “I’m just throwing a towel on the floor, not looking, don’t worry, your modesty is intact!”

There was a sound, so she knew Eris had heard her, but it didn’t come from the shower. In fact, it was less of a snort at her stunning sense of humour and more of a cut-off whine. Like someone was in pain.

Selene cracked open an eyelid.

Well Eris wasn’t naked. She didn’t have a shirt on, which was a non-issue, they trained in just sports bras all the time, but the fact that the discarded shirt on the floor was covered in blood? That was about to be very much a problem.

“Eris? Why is there blood on your shirt?” She was seeing red now. Ha. Eris had said she was sorry, she had said she would be careful, right? And here she was going for a run with a puncture wound in her side, the day after receiving it. She was an idiot, and she needed to be reminded of that.

“You are such an asshole, Eris!” So she was a bit more aggressive and a bit less understanding, sue her. “I thought you said you were sorry! Did you ever mean it? Did you mean any of it? You told me you were sorry and then you go and split the stitches I put in your side and don’t even tell me about it!”

She breathed harshly, ignoring Eris’ flinch at her tone, ignoring the way that Eris’ breathing sounded worse than her own, a counterpoint against the silence.

“Do you even care?”

She couldn’t ignore the next flinch.

Eris shifted from her position leaning against the bathtub, and backed away from Selene. She didn’t look sorry. But she didn’t not look sorry either. She just looked confused, and startled, and sort of sad. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she shook, flinching away again as Selene tried to close the distance.

“Please don’t be mad,” she said weakly.

Selene stopped in her tracks. In an instant, all her anger melted away and left a sucking hole in its wake. She had just shouted at her best friend. Actually shouted. In anger. But she only felt worried, really, a fluttering feeling that nestled next to her pulse, raising it, blurring the lines between fear and anger. One is just easier to deal with than the other.

Carefully, like she might with a startled animal or a crying child, Selene moved towards Eris.

She didn’t like the way Eris curled away from her against the wall, and she didn’t like the quiet whine that escaped Eris’ lips or the way she clamped down on it instinctively. Most of all, she didn’t like the way her pupils were dilated, her hands shaking; the head injury was far worse than she had originally thought it was. Fuck. Well. Okay.

“I’m going to touch you now, okay? Please don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to get you somewhere more comfortable. Alright? Eris?” She reached forward, cringing away as if it might lessen the pain of seeing her best friend flinch away from her touch, “Oh, no, I’m sorry, it’ll be done in a second, just let me-”

It took them a few minutes to move the short distance from the bathroom to the sofa, leaving Eris’ bloodied shirt discarded on the floor. Once she was settled–and thankfully looking far less afraid and a little more coherent–Selene put a large sticking-plaster over Eris’ wound. It was sealed enough that that should hold, for now, and her priority until it didn’t hold anymore was not causing her any more pain. Ever, preferably.

In fact, she should probably give her something for that. Nothing too strong; she didn’t want to worsen the head injury, or make Eris more disorientated, more afraid. But something.

“Hey, E?” Selene kept her voice gentle and low, and was rewarded with a little flush of relief when Eris didn’t startle again, “If I get you some paracetamol, can you take it for me?”

A gaze far steadier than it had any right to be after the last few minutes held hers, assessing quietly. Hopefully her head was clear enough to make an informed decision about her own pill-swallowing capacity, but Selene wasn’t entirely certain.

Eris nodded and Selene let out another little sigh. It wasn’t as much pain relief as either would have liked, but something is better than nothing.

Pills sourced and swallowed, the two curled up against each other on the sofa. Selene put on some movie in the background, not really caring what it was, as long as the warm weight against her side stayed there.

It wasn’t fair, really, that Eris could be so much a comfort to her even when hurt, even after lying, even after being so uncharacteristically, terrifyingly afraid. It wasn’t long before her thoughts drifted away from pain, and she was lulled to sleep by the soft steadiness of Eris’ breathing.

“” “” “” “” “” “” “”

Some time later, Janus came into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks as he took in the scene in front of him. His twin and his surrogate sister, one of whom had been enraged at the other, who had lied to them, were lying on the sofa, a film playing in the background.

Eris seemed to be awake still, with Selene curled tightly into her side. It was weirdly cute.

Eris caught his eye over the back of the sofa and motioned slowly to the remote on the side. He looked at her flatly, then rolled his eyes and nodded. Grabbing the remote, he turned the volume of the TV down a bit before passing it over, and whispered to her, “I thought she was mad.”

“She was.” She looked distant for a minute, then shook her head, “I… I didn’t react super well to it. Think I scared her a bit, actually.”

“You yelled at her?” The shock was clear in Janus’ voice.

“No, no, I would never, don’t worry. She actually yelled at me. The, umm, headache was worse then, and I’d split a couple of stitches and she walked in on me in pain and… I got confused, scared. I thought she was gonna…” She breathed deeply, and Selene nuzzled in closer in her sleep, “Clearly not anymore. We should talk about this though, all three of us. It was shitty of me to lie.”

“Yeah, it was,” Janus said, “But Lenny shouldn’t have yelled either. That’s just as much against the rules. She’s clearly not mad anymore.” He began to walk away from the pair, leaving them to their peace, “You’re right, we should talk about this, but you both should sleep first.”

He paused in the doorway and looked somewhere over her shoulder. “And I’m not angry at you either.”

#whumptober2022 #no. 28 #anger born of worry #headache #OC #fic #can't think of any triggers to tag #maybe mild yelling at your friends #but i dont think that counts #OC tag #my writing #im very proud of this little story #and i love my ocs a whole lot #especially these three #if you can think of a trigger tag ive missed #please let me know and ill add it

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fairycosmos · 2 months

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actually blows my mind that at one point you could walk into a business with nothing but a resume in your hand, do a single interview and walk out with a job that pays you enough to be able to live a full life. what a world

#now its 3 online tests 4 interviews one trial run three work example 3 references all for min wage in hyper #inflation hell. theres no hope especially not for complete losers like me LOL and not in a self pitying way it is just a fact there isno #future

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egophiliac · 8 months

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I love your take on Crowley!

I know that the early, non-Diasomnia stories aren't really your thing, but are you reading the novels at all?

I have been following some of the fan translations and the second book seems intense! Would love to hear what you think about them.

thank you! 💚💚💚 I'm not really sure why you think I don't like the earlier arcs though, I love pretty much all the characters and their storis! (I think 5 and 1 are my favorite of the past episodes, though 6 infected me with the Shroud brainrot something fierce.) I just...ESPECIALLY love diasomnia. :') but there is room in my heart for all of these dweebs! like, who among us is not just as ride-or-die for Adeuce as they are for us.

that said, I don't really follow the other adaptations like the manga (aside from a dip-in just to see the new Yuus) or the novels, though I keep meaning to check them out! I do like seeing the differences between the different forms of media, and how certain things get adapted one way or another! but alas, time/a lack of accessibility stands in our way more often than not. :( someday...someday I will have time to consume all of the media...

#art #twisted wonderland #i have been playing this game since the day it came out #and believe me i could not have stuck with it for the past three and a half years if i was not deep into all of these idiots #not to harp on it but i do think it's funny because i actually. really did not like the diasomnias at first.#it was like a month before their cards/personal stories were added and so we knew almost NOTHING about them #the website descriptions basically make everyone sound awful #so i thought they were kind of mean/boring compared to everyone else!#(except maybe lilia but i was mad at him for the two seconds of 'girl? 👀' hope i had when they were revealed)#but once their cards came out i fell just as hard for them as i did the rest of this silly game #well. sebek took a little longer. but his ketchup incident converted me.#anyway i have so much sentimentality for episode 1 especially #the prologue was like 'oh this is actually a very silly game! oh there is a plot!'#episode 1 was like 'oh i LIKE these characters and what they're doing with them'#(i think ace punching riddle was the moment i decided i REALLY liked this game) (sorry riddle) (you were being a huge dick though)#also...ink drips. ink drips everywhere.#look when i say this game is laser-focused at me and my tastes specifically i am not kidding

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