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You and me, always forever (no matter what)
#my art#dmw(s)#star wars the clone wars#star wars#the clone wars#domino twins#arc trooper echo#arc trooper fives#inquisitor fives#tbb echo#force sensitive fives#tcw fives#clone trooper fives#siren echo#tcw echo#fives and echo#star wars art#star wars au#star wars alternate universe#ghost fives#the bad batch fanart#the bad batch echo#the bad batch#the bad batch au#cw blood#mild blood
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FINALLY yall get to see this lmao, basically Ive had an au (??) rattling around in my head where Apollo decides to hire Kay, a private investigator, to help him find and track down his birth mother, shenanigans ensue, some more things abt it under the cut (feel free to ask anything abt it it lives rent free in my head JHKLJ)
-Most likely takes place a year after SOJ- Though I havent actually watched it for myself yet so Im just going off of info from the wiki HGJKHL
-Kay is 26! shes been a PI for about 3 years now and has gained a rep for being VERY good at her job
-Apollo approaches her with basically nO info or leads and while its gonna Make their job MUCH harder, Kay decides to take it on anyways on the condition that Apollo acts as her assistant during this case
-Basically this is just Apollos lil secret mission for himself, he doesnt tell anyone else abt it since its so emotionally heavy for him
-Im not sure exactly /how/ theyd do it, but I do know that Apollos bracelet would be the best bet after looking through way too much paperwork, probably via finding out what its made out of it since its a special kind of metal
- Basically it'd go like: Find out who commissioned said bracelet > turns out it was Magnifi Gramarye > Uh Oh.PNG > Theres only one woman who was in Troupe Gramarye > Apollo crisis whenever he sees Trucy now > He needs more proof though beside that > Kay finds an older recording of Troupe Gramarye, Thalassa is seen out of costume, wearing both bracelets > Well it cant be just coincidence now > He Is Now a lil Magician man > Now they have to find Thalassa > Turns out shes dead > find out that she didnt ACTUALLY die, Magnifi faked her death> not sure how they would get from here to finding out Thalassa is Lamiroir > Also find out that Phoenix has knwon this entire time and didnt tell either trucy or Apollo > mixed emotions over aLL of it but GOD Apollo is just happy to know his mother is still alive
-I like to think that Trucy joins Apollo and kay at some point in their investigation since shes directly involved at that point
-Maybe a small side plot where Apollo hasnt told Kay about the perceive thing and so he knows shes lying about /something/ unrelated to their case (the whole being the yatagarasu deal)
-overall I think Kay and Apollo would be good friends they could ABSOLUTELY match each others energy and it'd be a good time, they're trans girl trans guy solidarity
-It /c o u l d/ be like an Investigations like plot wheres theres different cases that all tie into the greater mystery OR finding his mom is the focus of it Im not totally sure yet hjgkhlj
#ace attorney#apollo justice#kay faraday#indys art#Ive been calling this 'Sirens echo au' in my head cause I think im funny HJGKHLJK#I REALLY wanted to use my older kay design and idea SOMEWHERE and the seCOND I thought of this I was so excited hgkjhlj#listen apollo deserves at least one parental figure whos alive alright#if capcom wont resolve this plot line i WILL goddamnit
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Midnight Masquerade - Echo
Chapter Summary: Echo is the lucky bastard who gets to fuck you—or maybe you're the lucky one.
Chapter Warnings: siren!Echo x gn!reader; kinks: formal wear + voice kink. unprotected penetrative sex (can be read as PiV or PiA), cum as lube, Echo has hair because I say so, this one's a little more tame on the 'monster'fucker front but I hope it ticks some boxes for y'all regardless; if I missed any warnings please lmk!
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Read the intro here! | Suggested listening
...Echo.
A round of wolf-whistles rises from the rest of the table (quite literally, in Hunter’s case). Echo jostles you with his elbow, a good-natured grin gracing his features. Quirking an eyebrow at him, you drink in the sight of him sitting next to you. His perfectly tailored suit hugs his body in all the right places, thighs straining against the fine material; the silken red bowtie at his neck draws your eye appreciatively down the strong column of his throat. His hair has grown back in a fuzzy nest of brown curls that he’s slicked back. In short, he looks positively mouth-watering. That’s exactly what happens as you rake your gaze over him.
“Get a room, you two,” Fives jeers, playfully tossing a balled up napkin at you.
It bounces harmlessly off your face. You flash him a rude gesture before rising to your feet, offering your hand to Echo.
“Shall we?”
He takes your hand. Against your skin, his satin glove is smooth and warm, the strength of his grip belied by the entrapment. You suppress a shiver as you step away from the table, Echo trailing you, fingers laced through yours.
As you begin to wind your way through the crowd, you shoot a glance over your shoulder to Echo. He smirks at you, one eyebrow raised as if in question. In the strobing, multicolored lights, he looks near ethereal, a vision stepped straight out of one of those high-end Coruscanti model holos. You bite your lip.
His smirk deepens. Tugging you back against his chest, he wraps his scomp arm around your middle to hold you against his chest. He carefully presses his cheek to the side of your head, mindful of his headpiece, and inhales your scent.
“Care for a dance, cyare?” he asks.
A delightful, full-body tingle shivers through you at the way his voice rumbles against your ear. “You read my mind.”
He hums, the sound sending another frisson of exhilaration cascading through all your nerves. Not releasing his hold on you, your hands still entwined where he brings them to rest on your hip, he finds the rhythm of the song, a deep, bassy, sexy beat that vibrates your bones. Gently, giving you enough leeway in case you decide you want to pull away, he guides your hips to the music.
It’s all the encouragement you need. Circling your hips, you grind your ass against his crotch, earning a low, groaning chuckle. Snaking your hand free up and back, you thread your fingers through his curls. Echo turns his head, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the pulse point just below your jaw.
A gasp escapes you, lost in the consuming bass of the music. He laves at that spot, nipping playfully.
Emboldened by the shifting, partial lighting and his lips on your neck, you grind against him again as you draw his hand up your chest. A moan tumbles from you as the half-hard definition of his cock presses against you through layers of clothing. His fingers dance over your chest, tweaking a nipple through your shirt.
“Feel what you do to me, pretty thing?” he murmurs, voice sliding like honey over your ears. “Drive me kriffin’ crazy.”
You’ve never realized it before, but stars, you could listen to Echo talk all day. He could read a damn dictionary and you’d be enthralled. Turning your head, you peer up into his eyes, mere pinpricks of shine in the green-tinted lights flashing around you. Dropping your gaze to his lips, your eyelashes flutter.
“What d’you want, cyare, hm? Tell me,” he urges, eyes fixated on your parted lips.
“I want,” you begin, voice tremulous, “I want to kiss you.”
“You wanna kiss me?” he repeats, a dangerous smirk curling over his face.
Gulping, you nod. You don’t trust your voice now to not reveal the intensity of the fire scorching through your veins.
With a contented sigh, Echo tips his head forward and captures your lips in a heated kiss. His scomp tugs you tighter against his chest as he practically ruts his hardness against your ass, When he tugs again at your nipple, you whimper into his mouth. Electricity sparks where he touches you. But he doesn’t relent, kissing you until you’re dizzy with want. Arousal pools hot and tight in your belly.
“Kriff,” you gasp as you pull away from his mouth, “kriff, Echo, stars.”
He chuckles. His gaze sweeps over the crowd around you—but no one seems to be paying you any mind. “What’s the matter, sweetness?”
“Want you,” you say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.
“Want me to what?”
His voice has dropped an octave, positively dripping with sex, and you shudder in his grasp. How can one person’s voice be so alluring, so enticing?
Rather than using your words, you extricate yourself from his embrace and, crooking one finger with a coy smile, urge him to follow you again. A bemused smile graces his features; he slips his hand into his pocket as he steps after you.
You lead him towards the back hallway you’d caught sight of earlier, down a series of blind turns, and pick a door at random. Within, there’s a simple bed with silk sheets; dozens of candles, strewn on every available surface, cast the room in a cheery, cozy glow. Echo moves past you, surveying the room with a curious expression.
“This works,” you say, shutting the door.
You take another moment to really, fully appreciate the specimen of a man before you. Echo gives you an indulgent smile. Backlit by the flickering candlelight, he looks divine; the crisp lines of his black suit outline his silhouette in exquisite fashion. Up close, you realize that the fabric isn’t solid black, but rather one shade of black embroidered with another, darker hue. Tracing one of the repeating designs, you reach with tentative fingers to unbutton the matching vest.
Only to gasp in surprise when his hand catches your wrist.
“You never answered my question,” he says. His gaze holds your own, deep and soulful and burning. Have his eyes always been that golden?
“Everything,” you say, the answer falling from your lips without a second thought. “I want you to do everything to me.”
His eyes fall to half-lidded, a sultry twist to his mouth. “Everything, cyare? That’s awfully broad. How am I supposed to pick?”
Another shiver dances up your spine as goosebumps erupt all over your skin at his voice. Echo’s eyebrows twitch at your physiological response.
“D’you like the sound of my voice, pretty little thing?” he asks, inflecting the words down, deeper, hotter.
Nodding, a more concrete idea of what you want crystallizes in your mind. “Love your voice, Echo. Can you— can you make me cum just by talking to me?”
He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. “Kriff, yeah, baby. Whatever you want. Want to get off from me telling you everything I want to do to your gorgeous body?”
You whine, pleasurable heat pulsing through your core.
“Alright, baby.” He gestures toward the bed. “Get undressed and get comfy.”
“What about you?” you ask. You’re already shucking your clothes, but pause when he fixes you with an inscrutable look.
“Oh no,” he says, “you asked for my voice. The suit stays on. Fitting, that you’d ask me to whisper filth to you, when I’m dressed as a siren.”
Inhaling a short breath in surprise, you merely blink at him. He chucks you under your chin with a wink, then glances down at your state of half-undress. Swallowing, you hurry to strip out of the rest of the now-too tight garments and clamber up onto the silky smooth sheets. You prop yourself up with a number of plush pillows.
“Good,” Echo murmurs. He perches on the edge of the bed, one thick thigh crossed under the other, his hand supporting the way he leans. “Such a good listener.”
The praise coils through your ears and settles in your lower belly, simmering with an intense, acute heat. You can only nod, at a loss for words.
“Sit on your hands for me, baby,” he instructs. “Can’t have you cheating, now can we?”
Your chest heaves with anticipation as you shift, sliding your hands beneath your butt to trap them there. Echo’s eyes flicker a brighter gold. For a moment, he lets you sit there, core aching, skin flushed and sweat beginning to dew. At the apex of your thighs, your arousal throbs, demanding to be touched.
“Bet you feel so soft,” he says. The way he murmurs the words makes you think it’s more a thought that slipped out than an intentional statement, but the effect is the same: your nipples pebble as if inviting him to touch. He clears his throat and continues. “Nearly lost my mind out there when you pushed your ass against my dick. Nearly took you right there on the dancefloor.”
“F-Fuck,” you grit out. His voice caresses your skin, a physical presence. “W-Why didn’t you?”
“Didn’t want to put my vod’e to shame.” He chuckles. “Wanted you all to myself. Wanted to feel how you fall apart, just for me. Is that what you want, cyare? Gonna squirm for me?”
As if by his request, you push your hips in his direction, silently begging.
“Thought so,” he says. “Mm. So needy. I’m gonna make you cum just like this, and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk after, how’s that sound, gorgeous?”
“Yes, yes please, just keep talking,” you whine. The aching need in your core grows with each word he speaks, a spell weaving in the air around you, drawing your nerves along for the ride.
“You felt so good against me out there,” he continues. “Warm and pliant and body fucking begging me to take you. Gonna make you feel so good, cyare. I’m gonna suck my mark into your neck, show everyone who makes you feel this good. Make sure they know whose cock was buried in you. Fuck, I bet you’re tight, bet you need a good fucking to loosen you up. That what you need, baby? Need to be fucked out?”
You’re writhing at this point, hips jerking as if his words are physically touching you. “Y-Yes, stars, please!”
“Yeah, I know you need that.”
You have enough awareness to catch movement in his lap—he’s fucking palming himself through his pants, and the sight draws a raw, cracking moan from your chest. His eyes bore into yours for a moment, an intense, glowing gold, and a jolt of pleasure rocks through you.
“First I’d make you suck me off, get my dick all nice and wet. Your lips will look so good wrapped around me, kark. Don’t worry, I’d put my mouth on you, too. Tease you with my tongue until you’re begging for me to fuck you.
“And then I’d slip into your tight hole—ngh, kriff—” He shudders, palm stilling over his crotch for a moment. “Make you scream for me, make you moan until your voice gives out. Then I’d make you cum again, all over my cock. Fuck, you’ll look so pretty when I fuck you like that, takin’ everything I give you.”
Pleasure mounts in your body with every new word. The rough, raw edge to his voice only serves to rake tingling ecstasy over your entire body. In your belly, the knot of desire pulls tighter, tighter, tighter—you’re teetering on the precipice, ready to shatter at any moment.
A sob wracks through your form. “Echo, please, need to cum!”
“I know, baby, I know you do,” he coos. “You wanna cum? Cum for me, pretty thing. Cum and then I’ll fuck you just like you need me to.”
“Oh fuck—” Your moan chokes off into a strangled gasp as his command washes over you. All at once, the knotted core of need in your center snaps and unravels. Your back arches off the bed, hands scrabbling at the silk sheets for purchase as you cum, shouting incoherent praise to the room. Wave after wave breaks over you, each one drowning you in fresh pleasure.
Through it all, Echo murmurs sweet praise in your ear, his fingers finding purchase at your heated core. “That’s it, baby. Just like that, you’re doing so well. See? Promised you I’d make you cum, and now I’m gonna fuck you, okay, baby?”
Dimly, you register his words. Nodding, you think you beg for it—or maybe you’re just begging for the orgasm to keep going, for your body to keep convulsing and shuddering. Somewhere in the haze that begins to settle over your mind, you feel Echo’s hand grip your hip, holding your lower body still, and then he’s pushing into you, his cock slick with spit and your release.
You groan simultaneously. Walls fluttering around his thick length, you suck in lungfuls of air to steady yourself, the stretch a little painful but nevertheless immaculate. He’s so big; he’s everywhere, stuffed into your tight heat and filling your vision and caressing your flushed skin.
“Kark,” he bites out. “Not gonna last long, cyare.”
“S’okay,” you pant. “Please fuck me.”
You don’t need to tell him twice. Snapping his hips against you, his balls slap your ass with every thrust, the erotic sound echoing in the small room. Gripping one of your thighs to his chest, he squeezes it as he drives his cock into you mercilessly, his jacket discarded and the rest of his clothes disheveled. All you can do is lie there and take it, keening brokenly. His cock grazes against that one spot deep in your heat that makes stars burst across your vision. Whining, you fist the sheets to ground yourself.
“W-Where—”
“Paint me,” you gasp. “Want your cum on me.”
He pulls out immediately, his cock throbbing. Ribbons of hot, white cum splatter over your chest and tummy. Eyes locked together, you have to fight to keep your own open to catch the way that his face twists with bliss as he cums. But he makes it difficult, working his hand over your center to draw out your second orgasm.
You spasm under his touch, weakly pushing his hand away in overstimulation. Core locked up with tight pleasure, it takes you several long moments to drift back down. Heart pounding, chest heaving, you glance up at Echo with a tired grin.
He chuckles. “Holy kriff.”
“You can say that again,” you say, huffing a laugh.
His cum has begun to dry on your skin; you glance around for a towel. Echo retrieves his jacket where he must have tossed it on the other end of the bed and gently wipes your skin clean.
“Thanks,” you murmur, too blissed out to care that he’s ruining a perfectly good suit.
He shrugs out of the other garments then collapses on the bed next to you. Tangling your fingers together, you smile lazily at one another. Distantly, the music of the party reaches you, but you’re in no rush.
“So,” you murmur.
“So,” he echoes. His voice has returned to its normal gruff timbre—still incredibly sexy, but no longer magically enhanced.
You study his eyes for a moment, also returned to their normal state. With a teasing hum, you nudge him. “What happened to all the other things you mentioned? Marking me, going down on me?”
He flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got...impatient.”
You laugh, a genuine, belly laugh that makes him chuckle, too.
“Maybe...” You trail off, biting your lip. “Maybe we can get dinner sometime, and then we can try those.”
Humming, he nuzzles your neck. “I’d love that.”
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#tbb echo x reader#echo x reader#echo x gn!reader#echo x you#rhiwrites#midnight masquerade#mdfm hallowkink 23#monster fucker#siren!echo#the bad batch x reader#tbb x reader
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Eddie *invites girlfriends to his house*
Also Eddie: get out of my house
hey if i had eddie’s taste in women, i’d be doing the same thing
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Thinking about how in BL1 Tannis says that “she pretty much built Pandora’s ECHOnet system” herself. And therefore, in that game’s lore at least, it’s Tannis’ tech that allowed Angel to reach out and connect with others (for better or worse) . and also in the process kinda doomed her (though Jack certainly would’ve found some other way to turn Angel into a living weapon) . Hh
#borderlands#Angel the siren#tannis#patricia tannis#bl1#This almost definitely isn’t canon anymore but man#BL1 lore is soo interesting to me I could eat it#I love how you get NO explanation of Angel’s existence AT ALL#not even after beating the game! you never have any idea who she is or what she wants from you#and the creepy little things you might not notice like the fact that she can’t see you once the ECHOnet goes down-#-but she can still talk to you somehow#Tannis do u know theres a creepy teenage girl using your ECHO grid to lead people to their deaths while also drawing cute art of them
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Echo just wants to talk
No text version under the cut
#just a quiet little chat with echo#cue kill bill sirens#arc trooper echo#wat tambor#a distant echo#meme redraw#my art#the clone wars
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Finished the comic of Sonne and Floyd meeting!
#oc#comicpage#echo trolls#trolls ocs art#trolls sirens#trolls band together#trolls floyd#trolls sonne#trolls fanart#trolls 3#trolls#trolls comic
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#maya#maya the siren#borderlands#gamingedit#borderlandsedit#gamingladiesedit#videogamewomen#gamingnetwork#dailyvaulthunters#*mine#bl3#fun fact when the game first came out this was my bio#моё#бл#echo#rhys#borderlands 3#bledit#tw: flashing
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When the world below me cowers
-to the planets up above,
I’ll find faith in the unrest
-of the tented city mess.
Gattaca | Slaughterhouse-5 - Kurt Vonnegut | Strange News From Another Star - Blur | Kepler-22b - King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard | Moon Rock - Talking Heads | Connect The Dots (The Saga of Frank Sinatra) - Car Seat Headrest | The Twilight Zone | Caroline - Coma Cinema | Donnie Darko | Subterranean Homesick Alien - Radiohead | The Killing Moon - Echo and The Bunnymen | Sirens of Titan - Kirt Vonnegut
#web weaving#webweaving#corecore#nostalgia#gattaca#kurt vonnegut#slaughterhouse 5#blur#king gizzard and the lizard wizard#talking heads#car seat headrest#will toledo#csh#radiohead#donnie darko#the twilight zone#subterranean homesick alien#alien abduction#echo and the bunnymen#sirens of titan#outer space#stars#visual poem#empty heroics#low comedy#pointless death
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reading lore for something else and was reminded of the facts that:
bozjan seers who had the echo used its power to alter people's memories as a form of therapy using crystal foci
employing their technique and one such focus is how you enter cid's memories to view the gunnhildr's blade relics
using the focus with the warrior of light's echo enables someone else with the echo to see your echo vision
also the storyline implies you can possibly intentionally trigger your echo when using the focus
ancient bozjans used crystals extensively for archiving memories for many purposes, including passing down martial techniques (which are the fragments you use to acquire bozja-specific actions like seraph strike or flare star)
most of the relic storyline involves finding other memory crystals (which appear to implicitly draw into themselves the memories of those who die near them, or are manifested on death) or revisiting memories of your past exploits and placing them into these crystals, and gerolt then using their aether (which we know is a major component of memory) to reinforce the relic
later stages involve you drawing out raw emotion into crystals using a similar process. these crystals are said to be very different, contain raw emotion or something akin to the power of prayer, and are either again created by you in pitched battle or are said to manifest from the strong emotions of warriors in conflict in zadnor. these crystals also require a different process and reagent to properly bind the emotion to the weapon.
knowing what we know now, those crystals are definitely full of dynamis and that whole part of the relic chain can be interpreted as gerolt working out a way to infuse dynamis into a weapon.
also the weapon save the queen itself (which i still want a replica of for glam) can hold the most aether and dynamis to empower it because it's made from auracite, much like the heart of sabik
also this is unrelated to anything but mikoto namedrops moenbryda which always floors me. i love that she knows all the archon scions (she's literally a student of baldesion) and they've never once mentioned her. she's so "theoretically lore-important character only appearing in this anime movie and never in the series"-coded.
this is all perfectly straightforward in the relic quests but i have to be honest i don't pay attention when mikoto or gerolt are talking and the way bozja was delivered didn't really work for me. writing it all out in plain text like this makes the lore feel absolutely wild
#ffxiv#bozja#yes i guess i'm saying mikoto is like one piece uta#also love the questline trying to comphet pair mikoto and cid together to avoid the twin siren calls of lilja and nero.#mikoto's like 'maybe i should try to hook up with cid. as part of moenbryda's wish for me was to truly live and get my fuck on'#girl...what#as a hroth wol all the 'oh yeah bozja had ancient seers with the echo' is so...huh?? what????#i think this probably features in wolund's outside canon stuff#like a timeline where after endwalker he goes to bozja and studies the crystal stuff and works to rebuild the verdant path
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I did a doodle requests thing over on my Instagram and here are the results!!! Really like how some of these turned out👀
#my art#star wars the clone wars#sw tcw#the clone wars#star wars#star wars tcw#star wars art#star wars au#arc trooper echo#arc trooper fives#tbb echo#siren echo#monster high art#monster high#clawdeen wolf#draculaura#star wars tbb#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb tech#bo katan kryze#padme amidala#hera syndulla#ezra bridger#ahsoka fanart#ahsoka tano fanart#ahsoka tano#starwars oc#not my oc#sw tcw fanart
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What would Echo (Fw!Grian's brother) look like now as a 21 y/o?and maybe Stella?
Echo and Stella in “present day” for Featherweight (Echo 21, Stella 24 [if she hadn’t gone missing at 13])
#doctorsiren#siren’s au asks#askblog#hermitcraft#hermitcraft au#featherweight au#featherweight asks#echo dreamslayer#stella dreamslayer
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Renji + Orihime swap AU? .. nods... renji and orihime swap au.
These two are living in two entirely different genres. Orihime is entering her magical girl era. Renji is stuck in a slow-burn horror-thriller. He is so stressed. Would it kill his substitute to try and fight like she cared about keeping herself in one piece? How long can he keep stringing excuses out? We just don’t know. Meanwhile, Orihime is fighting crime, saving the day, and feeling chuffed that her future-self drawing may be more realistic than anyone ever wanted.
(considering that Orihime has some deep, heretofore unquestioned issues with violence in any form, and also some deep, equally unquestioned issues with the value of her own well-being... the jury is out on how effective any fighting, or ‘staying in one piece’ will be. they’ve got some mountains to climb.)
Meanwhile, Tatsuki, Ichigo, and most of Orihime’s classmates are sweatily trying to figure out if their classmate is being blackmailed and/or if she’s in some kind of bad relationship. Like.. for real. Who is that tattooed guy?
#im sorry mr. abarai but you are not going to cut it in the highschool classroom#not with your sense of style height /air raid siren loud hair/ and personality#maybe he can swing it as a temp at the unagiya or at urahara's#(echoing cries of 'freeloader!' ringing in the background)#i am also lowkey losing my mind thinking about orihime and renji trying to sneak around her landlady because can you IMAGINE the questions#good lord#my art#bleach#renji#orihime#bleach red au#is this what i'm calling it?#for lack of a better name sure!#its just... so cute#i love how it sounds.. like an off brand coke flavor LMAO
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"oh. oh laudna."
#SIRENS GOING OFF. MY BRAIN'S GAY SIRENS ARE GOING O F F#she just manifested echoes. she is going to kill laudna#2h59m c3e33#sc#critical role#cr3#cr lb#cr spoilers#marisha ray#laudna cr#otohan thull
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sooo....💙? shooting my shot :3
💙 relationship status?
omg i'm so flattered but unfortunately i'm very happily taken 😩 i wish you better luck courting another of your favorite fic writers!! :3
SEND ME AN EMOJI 👇🏻
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So I listened to the entire Echoes from the Borderlands podcast #1 about BL1 and there wasn’t really too much of substance lore-wise, but the tidbits I appreciated were
-They wrote the entire story of BL1 in “about 40 hours”. Like, 1 work week. It shows tbh
-Angel’s name during development was VOG (pronounced like “vogue”), for “Voice of God”
-Tannis in BL1 was written by an autistic person! (Mikey Neumann) He said he drew on his own experiences as a person on the spectrum and how it would affect one’s reaction to trauma when writing her BL1 characterization.
-Lilith, Roland, Mordecai, and Tannis are all names from the Old Testament, but they didn’t really have any reason for doing that besides making it seem like there were deep meanings behind the names LOL
-They named the game “Borderlands” because they viewed it as an area in-between other areas (being the first RPG/shooter hybrid) . Randy compared it to an area of grassy concrete next to a highway but before the trees
-Randy originally wanted BL1’s gameplay to be a perfect loop, where you defeat the Destroyer and then Marcus pulls up in the bus and it’s the character select screen again. They added the Hyperion satellite and the Interplanetary Ninja Assassin Claptrap end scene literally just for shits and giggles and had no intention of following up on it. (They didn’t even plan to do DLC for BL1 at all)
-They started working on BL2 before BL1 even released
-Randy originally didn’t want a robot character, he thought it was “trite” and overdone, but once they made Claptrap into an annoying failguy he changed his mind and liked him.
-Before they got Cage the Elephant for the opening cutscene, Mikey wanted to try for some Bob Dylan song lol… and apparently Randy said No chance he’s gonna let us put one of his songs in this stupid ass game (not even kidding, that was his reasoning for picking another artist)
-Crazy Earl hiding behind a door was 100% a cost-cutting measure because they didn’t have the budget (or time) to design another character model
-the illustrated ink bits with Marcus’ storytelling at the beginning came from one of the guys just fucking around in After Effects very shortly before the game went gold
-it seems like the majority of this game was made that way lol. The title cards were Mikey fuckin around in Photoshop, the initial trailer was his very first trailer edit, and half the voices were just him and Randy because they didn’t have the budget for too many fancy VAs
-they like the art style of the series, but they also feel like it holds the series back somewhat. Randy mentions numerous instances of players rejecting the game on the basis of wanting something more realistic. (To which he says Fuck that lol and I agree)
-Related to that, they said they tend to focus more on what they want to create rather than how well they think it will or won’t do in the gaming market.
-They feel like developing the BL series is getting progressively more fun as they expand the world and see how far they can develop the setting, characters, and weapons.
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