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#inspired by the discord <3
sharkshenanigans · 2 years
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Lovers like to tease (each other)
Or "Was sich liebt, das neckt sich", like we say in german.
This is literally just them falling in love with each other /jkjk (or AM I)
"Punz, you are being a little cry baby today."
"Maybe be flexible?" "Actually shut ur mouth."
"You're my hero."
"Mama Foosh, he's not being nice to me."
"Right now I'm just raw dogging it."
Felt inspired and nostalgic for the himbros so I threw all my old clips together, lol, enjoy!
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manyrepulsivethoughts · 4 months
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sketch dump timeee
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i-wanna-hug · 29 days
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redrew the most important frame from the p3 movies
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doctorsiren · 1 month
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What if when Miles threw the gun, the shot killed MVK instead of just hitting his shoulder and so Gregory adopted Franziska rather than MVK adopting Miles
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kidvoodoo · 3 months
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Tranquility🌿
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camilleonne · 8 months
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gonchillunchis · 4 months
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enterprise doodles yes i love eating from the supermarket's trash containers no i won't stop
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sarcastic-hats · 9 months
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It's Wolfwood Wednesday, My dudes.
If you like what I do, consider buying me a coffee!
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halfahelix · 1 year
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Aspik redesign
give him hair and ears!
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pkmoth · 3 days
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and he's right <3
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bluerose5 · 17 days
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Astarion gets the Twilight treatment. I take my crackfics very seriously here.
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"A little help over here!" Erys called out, grunting as he shoved at the slab of stone covering the hunter's sarcophagus.
They were deep within the latest tomb on their journey to find a way to counteract Astarion's... aversion to sunlight, and all paths that they followed led there.
Astarion watched him with a smirk, his hands on his hips.
"Oh, I don't know if you need me," he said. "I mean, I do rather like the view from here."
In response, Erys's tail swayed from side to side, draconic wings giving a slight flutter at the praise.
Of course that didn't stop Erys from turning to narrow his eyes at him.
"Astarion, my love, if you want to know whether this is what we've been waiting for or not," Erys crooned, "then you'll help me."
"Ugh, alright, fine. Spoilsport," Astarion huffed, poking his bottom lip out into a pout. "Although, if I ruin my nails on this filthy hunk of rock, then you owe me."
Erys snorted.
"As if I expect anything less."
Astarion joined him, brushing his fingers over the Infernal carvings upon the sarcophagus, familiar enough with the language by now to understand a few of the words.
"What do you make of it?" Erys asked.
"Blah, blah, something about darkness and light, yada, yada," Astarion muttered.
"Well, I'm surprised you got that much right," Erys taunted, taking Astarion's hand and guiding it over the script as he read aloud. "Roughly translated, it says, 'Bring darkness into light at your leisure, but remember that light shall always expose the true nature of darkness.'"
"So..." Astarion hummed. "What does that entail exactly? Will I turn into some sort of hideous beast in the sunlight instead of turning to ash?"
"Hot," Erys said under his breath; and when Astarion glared at him, he asked, "What?"
"Just help me open the damn thing."
Together, they pushed against the slab.
They pushed and shoved until, finally, the stone fell off to the other side.
A crash roared throughout the tomb, and a cloud of dust sprang up into the air.
Astarion and Erys coughed, frantically waving their hands around until they could see the remains within.
A blood hunter, or what was left of them at least.
And on their finger was a ring, emanating some of the strongest magic they've felt in a while.
"Is that—" Astarion started.
"Maybe?" Erys answered.
"Well," Astarion said, "only one way to find out."
He reached forward, but Erys grabbed his hand before he could reach it.
"Wait," he said, "what if the effects are permanent?"
"What?" Astarion asked. "Wouldn't you still love me as some sort of horrific, malformed beast?"
"That's not what I'm worried about." Erys grimaced. "I'm worried about you making a choice that you might come to regret."
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?" Astarion took a deep, bracing breath. "I have to try. I have to know for certain."
After a moment of searching Astarion's expression, Erys nodded, then released his hand.
Astarion reached into the sarcophagus and wrenched the ring free from the skeleton's bones.
They waited for a lone beat, sharing a skeptical look when nothing happened.
"Really?" Erys raised a brow and searched around them. "No hoards of undead to fight? No angry spirits to ward off? That's it? We can go?"
"Kind of underwhelming compared to the other places we've been to get here, I must admit. Not that I'm one to look a gift horse in the mouth."
When it truly appeared as if their theft didn't trigger any world-ending event, Astarion looked at the engraving along the inside of ring, the words upon the sarcophagus embedded within the band.
Astarion prepared himself for the worst.
He squeezed his eyes shut, then slid the ring onto his finger.
Again, nothing happened.
He peeked an eye open and patted his hands against his face, at least relieved when that remained the same.
"Well?" Erys asked, impatient. "Feel any different?"
"Not really," Astarion answered, his lips tugging into a scowl. "Guess we've come to the moment of truth then. That cryptic warning did mention that light will bring out my true nature or what-have-you. It must mean the sunlight will trigger whatever transformation awaits me."
"Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"As ready as I'm going to be."
"Alright, then," Erys sighed, scratching at his beard. "Time to make camp and wait for sunrise, I suppose."
It all seemed way too easy.
They did, in fact, make camp within the tomb —campfire, bedrolls, and all— but the night was a restless one to say the least.
When Astarion wasn't tossing and turning, trying to slip into his trance, he was up pacing back and forth within the darkness.
Erys eventually dragged him back to bed, unable to sleep without him, heavy wings draped over him in an attempt to keep him there.
Only then, in his arms, was Astarion able to rest.
But he was up at the crack of dawn.
Erys took that as a sign to get the hell up himself, yawning as he made his way outside first.
Once the sun rose, he lifted his hand up to shield his face against the first rays of daylight, peering out between his fingers.
He looked back at the entrance to the tomb, where Astarion teetered on the edge between darkness and light.
Erys reached a hand out towards him.
Astarion nodded to him.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped out into the sunlight for the first time in years since their initial journey ended.
Astarion still didn't feel any change, his brow furrowed, confused by this turn of events.
On one hand, at least the change didn't hurt.
On the other, Erys was absolutely silent.
"Erys," He hissed, panic rising in his voice. "How bad is it?"
The silence stretched on.
Then, out of nowhere, the bastard snickered.
"Are you—" Astarion sputtered, indignant. "Are you laughing at me, you bastard?"
"I'm sorry," Erys wheezed. "It's just that, all of that suspense and build-up, and for this?!"
He barked out another laugh, to which Astarion stomped his foot with a huff.
"Sometimes I could just wring that pretty neck of yours. What in the Hells are you talking ab—Oh."
Astarion opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of his skin, the same as before except for one teensy-weensy detail.
It was sparkling.
"Huh," he muttered, turning his hands back and forth, but there was no denying reality. This was really happening, apparently. "Never read anything about this sort of thing in all of those dusty, old tomes we dug up."
Erys shrugged.
"Perhaps the ring affects different monsters in different ways. Our buddy in the tomb, ole Hunter-What's-Their-Face, was consumed by the curse of lycanthropy in their final days. Either that," Erys guessed, "or the 'true nature' being revealed relies completely on the individual."
He beamed at Astarion in amusement.
"I think I like the second option more. Would make sense that you, of all people, would become the sparkly, glittery vampire."
"Ha! Whatever do you mean by that, my love?" Astarion crooned with a playful bite in his direction.
The sunlight bounced off his skin in a rainbow of color, casting light all around them.
"Only that I absolutely love that radiant personality of yours."
"You don't say," Astarion drawled, then instantly perked up, twirling back and forth as he basked in the morning's warmth. "You know, as flashy as this may have turned out to be, I'd take this over the alternative any day."
Gathering up their supplies, he reached out and took Erys by the hand.
They followed the path that they took to the tomb, their heads held high.
Erys bumped him with his arm.
"Hey, if anyone asks, we'll just say that this is some quirk of your Fey ancestry. That's if anyone has the courage to ask about it with me at your side."
"Heh, it's as good an excuse as any."
"I can't wait until Gale and Shadowheart get to see this at our next tea time," Erys laughed.
"Is that where we're going next then?" Astarion questioned, embracing the freedom to go wherever their hearts led them, however they pleased. "To Waterdeep?"
"To Waterdeep!"
After all, they owed him that special guest lecture of theirs.
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welcometoteyvat · 4 months
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fake ga-ming voicelines (prerelease, some more delusional, some less. please give more hcs about him)
edit: apparently voiceline leaks just dropped so PLEASE no spoilers <3 if these are wrong that's too bad they're canon in my heart!!!
About Yun Jin: Besides being a great opera performer, Sir Yun's taste in tea is impeccable! Although she keeps asking me to join her at Heyu Tea House... their tea just doesn't have the same flavor as the tieguanyin from Xinyue Kiosk. Speaking of her, one of our clients has just developed a new strain—I promised to bring some for her when I come back to Liyue Harbor!
About Xiao: You mean Senior Xiao! Hehe, so you know him too! Next time, can you bring him along with you to one of my performances in the harbor? I've been trying to get him to come for a long time, but he always refuses... oh, good idea! Next time I'll hold it at Wangshu Inn, just for him!
About Xiangling: That girl always by Guoba's side, right? Man Chai seems to like her a lot, especially the cornbread buns she makes! To be honest, some of the things she cooks are a little too spicy for me, but otherwise she’s an excellent chef with unmistakable talent. No wonder her companion is a minor deity… wait, what? A major deity?
About Keqing: Thanks to her invitation and sponsorship, our Mighty Mythical Beast performances have been getting more and more attention in the harbor! She's very straightforward and speaks her mind about everything, and always has novel ideas! Although we haven’t talked much, I really admire her mindset and determination. It’s not easy to forge your own path forward, especially for someone of her standing.
About Chongyun: I've run into him once or twice on the road to Liyue Harbor. He didn’t seem to like talking that much when we met, but I’ve heard he’s actually quite outgoing! He wields a greatsword too—maybe he can train with me as the suanni’s tail? Of course, I wouldn’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want; I'm sure he's already busy! It would just be nice to have a wushou partner for once.
About Xinyan: I managed to catch one of Xinyan's performances when I had some free time after work. There weren’t many people in the audience, but her music was so energetic it completely made up for the quieter atmosphere. Originally, I was thinking about asking her to join our lion dance troupe as a drummer, but I’m glad to hear she's made a name for herself since then! I should properly introduce myself sometime!
About Zhongli: He once asked me whether I've heard about the legend of the solitary suanni after one of Iron Tongue Tian's stories. When I said yes, he launched into a really detailed discussion of Chenyu Vale's local belief system, and even told me some stories I haven't heard about a carp adeptus. It's amazing that he has so much knowledge on all sorts of folklore, as a funeral consultant no less!
About Xianyun: ... Who? im sorry i was going to put something about the adepti here but gave up trying to think of something and now it's just a joke line. suggestions welcome tho 🫶
About Yelan: Ah, that lady—sometimes I see her lingering around Yanshang Teahouse. They place regular orders of tea leaves from Yilong Wharf. She's very polite and even petted Man Chai once or twice, although I feel like there's more to her than meets the eye... well, business is business, and they've never caused any trouble for Sword and Strongbox, so whatever she does isn't much of a concern to me.
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generally i feel like what's mentioned in chara voicelines tend to have a lot less substance than the actual relationship, so in my head some of them are closer w gaming than i wrote.
always welcoming suggestions!!!!! PLEASE share the brainrot with me i'm dying here OTL please please.
i'd like to write an "about xingqiu" but i bully my richboy son and he's already had like 12 other people comment on him in canon it's fine if ga-ming doesn't know him
everything's just for fun etc etc. don't take it too seriously
watch all of these be completely wrong!!!
similarly if any of these end up being right, i will SCREAM
the only ones i really really want to happen are with yun jin and xiao if they don't have voicelines i'll die
senior xiao comes from my headcanon (copium) that they'll keep the mentor disciple relationship (?) from that one concept art if you know you know. it also comes from this absolutely delicious fic
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lovelywingsart · 4 months
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'Who made you like this? Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language? Synapses snap back in blissful anguish Tell me you met me in past lives, past lie Past what might be eating me from the inside, darling Half algorithm, half deity Glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream Tell me you guessed my future and it mapped onto your fantasy Turn me into your mannequin and I'll turn you into my puppet queen
Won't you come and dance in the dark with me? Show me what you are, I am desperate to know Nobody better than the perfect enemy Digital demons make the night feel heavenly
Make it real 'Cause anything's better than the way I feel right now I can offer you a blacklit paradise Diamonds in the trees, pentagrams in the night sky'
'Ascentionism' - Sleep Token
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Another case of not being able to decide the full lyrics to use so have half the song again lmao Anyway
Some work with BG3- the True Ending vs. Durge.
Storytime, ayo
In the true ending, Emelia has her 'home'; she was reunited with her Blood Bonded partner some time after saving Baldurs Gate and traveling with Astarion, and the three of them travel together. Sometimes they'll meet with her other partners (Halsin and Emperor), as well as the others she had adopted into the odd little family unit- Scratch, Owlbear and Yenna (and Grub) who stay with Halsin, and Arabella who is still off doing her thing but still keeps constant contact.
In the Durge, she's… alone. Mostly. She has Astarion, who she helped to Ascend- but she only has him. She only has him and the grim, bloody reminder of what she was. And while she managed to mostly escape the Bhaalists, she found herself trapped in yet another follower cycle with how hard she latched to Astarion, now a Vampire Lord. She bends to his every whim, and she's more like a glorified attack dog rather than a lover- But now, she can't tell the difference, and so she lives as a husk of what she could have been.
The True Ending is the best one- Durge is, without a doubt, the worst.
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pocketsizedquasar · 10 months
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i think, like, any book on the relationship btwn capitalism and whiteness/white supremacy should be required reading before some of y’all post/write about jonahlias magchard
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kidvoodoo · 1 year
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And Aasimar Orym! I was stuck between sparrow wings or plant/ivy ones, and my discord pals challenged me to do a combination of both! I am pretty proud of how this turned out, and now I wanna do Angel versions of the rest of Bells Hells hehe 🌸🌿💗
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willowpill0w · 2 days
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Corset Gale ouuff 💨
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