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egophiliac · 2 months

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So the final character turns out to be based on Ryugen, but it feels kinda weird how there is also one based on Zangetsu and they aren't brothers

Or what if plot reveals they are brothers and he was actually adopted or stollen

I CAN'T BELIEVE HE'S ACTUALLY RYUUGEN?! I made a joke about it when Toten got revealed but I didn't actually expect... (I'm counting it as a win though, which means I guessed three out of sixteen! ...given how wacky some of these got, I'm actually pretty proud of that.)

he seems very sweet though! I hope he and his secret hamsters are very happy together. 🐹

(also:

THIS WAS MY EXACT TRAIN OF THOUGHT TOO! either this is an incredible bit of meta foreshadowing, or an incredible bit of Takahashi trolling, and I -- I honestly don't know which is more likely)

#art #ride kamens #(sorry this is rougher than usual...the art is not cooperating today) (i still have so much i want to draw. sob.)#and so the final boy is revealed...#i appreciate that the grape dragon boy has purple dragonball hair. i accept this as meta commentary.#(also given how gung-ho 'thank you niisan :) i love you niisan :)' he is i am leaning towards a very dramatic mid-story twist) (moohaha >:)#i am liking the cast overall! some odd pulls but all good ones imo #i knew fourze wasn't gonna happen but i had kind of hoped for one or both of the hoppers...#ah well. if it does well they might start adding more characters #and my very specific dreams of anime riders with beautiful flowing locks of hair may continue to be realized #now we wait for launch i guess!#maybe we'll get another pv or something to tide us over in the meantime?#i'm interested in what the gameplay will actually be like #i hope we get to decorate our cafes! i want to have the cutest secret superhero base in all the land

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sonicchaoscontrol · 7 months

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My God! I just realized in that last tid-bit that you posted between chapters. The hologram that Rouge has shows Shadow. His legs, waist, arm, tail, and eye are all green. We already know he has an artificial eye and tail. Does that mean the rest of the green areas are artificial too?! Holy Jesus! How do you survive that?!

Oh, this one? Yeah, hang on, I got you.

Easy answer: Be the Ultimate Life Form.

More complicated answer: Outsource somebody who knows exactly what they're doing.

#shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #shadow android #tw body horror #maybe?? idk it's a dismantled android but we'll be safe #mod post #mod draws #no update today y'all because my chronic ouch kicked my arse this week #but i hope this tides you over :]#bonus content

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bookinit02 · 2 months

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Do you have any fic recs? If not that’s cool! Thanks :) (also I love your fics)

definitely!! & thank you for the compliment💗 sorry for taking so long to answer this, life has been crazy😭

i do simply have 90+ byler fics bookmarked (assuming that’s the ship you’re talking about—if it’s not, please lmk!!), so here are some of my favorites with under 5k hits:

1. sleeping with the lights on by singingseok

2. you say i’m a dreamer (we’re two of a kind) by nbfutureboy

3. selfless; self destruct by didthattwinkjustcommittreason

4. there was nowhere for me to stay (but i stayed anyway) by ronantics

5. “or at least until the afternoon” by thewrongkindofpc

6. chalk hearts melting on a playground wall by ghostlin

7. the body is a blade by inblue

and here are a few more well-known ones, just in case you haven’t checked them out yet!

1. a body in motion by astrobi

2. the gaps and the silence by delusionaltogether

3. i’m caught up in you by wiseatom

4. you are the heart by touchthesky

5. chiron in gemini by babydraygen

6. i know, i know, i know by aude_sapere

7. mike wheeler’s guide to falling in love with a superhero by smoosnoom

and so many others!! feel free to check out my bookmarks for more :)

#i hope this tides you over!!#i love all of these authors so much it was so hard to just pick one fic from each of them #but i think i got a good variety!#please always feel free to look through my bookmarks guys that’s why they are there!💗🥳#and ask me for recs any time fr i love giving them #fic recs

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 7 months

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Twisted Monsterland: Painted Wings

So a random thought came to me as I was writing the pregnant!Yuu fic (which is getting closer and closer to being done, along with a fic involving mini!Yuu in the Marine Biologist!AU!), and it made me think of something.

Remember this post here where I mentioned how humans painted their bodies to create art? Well, it made me realize:

Why wouldn't the monsters paint parts of their bodies, too?

Of course, it wouldn't be anything extreme or tedious as the full-body ones that were done in the above mentioned post, but they can create interesting patterns!

Temporary paint sprayed on their fur or using stencil designs acting like those temporary tattoo stickers? Yes!

Doing highlights and creating a rainbow of hair with their tails or manes like in this video? Imagine how gorgeous it would look seeing the wind fluff their fur/hair and you just see a rainbow of effects!

Painting scales and thorny spikes/horns with elegant henna-like patterns? Imagine the ink colors they could use to make it pop off their scales!

Feathers painted with extra bright and flashy or cool and delicate colors? Imagine Cater having fun creating patterns on his wings as the hippogriff flies around the dorm or campus!

Imagining the possibilities of what sort of patterns and designs they could do sounds so amazing! I can see any human in this AU having fun painting or helping out with these designs~! >v<

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #faun speaks #I'm slowly chipping away at everything again!#I wanted to give you guys something to tide you over that's not just snippets #Hope you guys enjoy the fics when I get them done as there will be lots of sweetness and cuteness!

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thefarminggoblin · 9 months

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Bleach Lieutenants and how they would kiss you

Hiiii~

I know this isn’t the cuddling gif headcanons people were requesting (it’s on my to do!) but here, have a crumb.

Honestly I’ve been so inactive because my phone got hella smashed back in January and I lost all my notes, so I got burnt out and had to start everything from scratch. Also, mental health has been unkind…

Anyway, without further ado, here’s some kisses with our beloved lieutenants! Yachiru’s is purely platonic affection because that little girl is a child.

🫖 Sasakibe’s kisses are romantic. They’re the type you see in movies, the long, slow yet impassioned kisses. He’d start with kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, and end with kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your eyes. His kisses always taste of tea, and you’re reminded of his lips with every cup you consume. Always tells you how much he loves you, waxes poetic, and his hands stay in respectful places like your face, hips and waist. Well, unless you ask otherwise…

🍻 Izuru’s kisses are lingering. Izuru is a private man, and he honestly doesn’t show affection very often, especially not in public, preferring to show you he cares in other ways: a subtle brush of hands, a loving look, a gentle and reassuring smile. But when he does kiss you, he makes sure the moment is private and you can’t be interrupted. They start slow, but quickly escalate until he’s got you pressed against him fully, his hands splayed across your lower back, his tongue delving into your mouth. He’s the type to switch angles regularly. When he eventually pulls away, he’ll rest his forehead on yours. They often almost always lead to something else.

🦋 Isane’s kisses are timid. Our tall, shy girl is already quite insecure, so leaning down a little to kiss you can make her a little unsteady. Mostly because she trembles every single time. You’ll almost always have to initiate. Please please please be patient with her! When she eventually gets more confident with you, and her kisses become deeper and more passionate, she’s almost always the first to pull away, putting her hands over her blushing face and apologising profusely. If you pull her hands away and pepper kisses over her face, it’ll calm her enough to try again.

🍑 Momo’s kisses are sweet. She will spontaneously plant a peck on your cheek when she sees you, and will always blush, but give you a smile. Sometimes her kisses are frenzied but still manage to maintain the innocent feelings of joy at being close to you rather than a lust driven haze (although that happens occasionally too). She’ll mutter things like “I love you so much!” between kisses. Her kisses are normally quick and frequent, and she’ll nuzzle her nose against yours upon parting. Kiss the tip of her nose of forehead and she will just melt.

📖 Nanao’s kisses are delicate. They’re soft, like a butterfly’s wings, a gentle brushing of her lips on yours before she presses a long kiss on your lips. She then slants her lips over yours, deepening it, taking her time. Nanao is another person who’s definitely not fond of PDA, but will accept a small peck on the cheek or kiss on the back of her hand. She’s an absolute sucker for romance, so if you kiss her hand or wrist be prepared for her to kiss yours back. She’ll rarely initiate, so you’ll have to take the lead a lot of the time, but she’ll wrap her arms around your neck and possibly do the leg lift thing, just like in the romance novels.

🐉 Renji’s kisses are messy. Teeth and tongue work in tandem with his lips and each time he kisses you, it’s like he thinks it’s the last time. He is also a very affectionate drunk, and can be a little clumsy when he first leans in. But even when he’s sober, he’s clumsy. This man talks a big game a lot of the time, but when push comes to shove he’s a little shy, and sometimes his affection for you hits him so hard that he’s chomping at the bit to shower you with love. But pushes through the nerves, determined to connect with you. He’ll crash his lips to yours, uncaring of how the saliva is getting everywhere. He buries his hands in your hair, grips your waist, occasionally whispering about how perfect he thinks you are. He’s just passionate and so so in love.

🍜 Iba’s kisses are enthusiastic. This man sees affection as serious business, and always puts his best efforts into kissing you. He just wants to impress you, while showing you just how much he loves you. He’s like a man with a mission, and the intense look he gives you right before diving in and capturing your lips with his will never fail to give you butterflies. He’ll often grin brightly at you afterwards, and will ruffle your hair if you blush, maybe tease you a little. As if he didn’t nearly keel over the first time you kissed him!

⛓️ Shuhei’s kisses are unpredictable. Sometimes he gives a quick peck, other times in the mood to draw it out, or kiss you so deeply it leaves you completely breathless and wanting more, but even with the context of the situation you can never tell which he will pick. For example, if you’re running late, he may draw you in as you fix your hair and straight up make out with you. The next day, if you’re running late again, he may just give you a peck on the cheek or lips. Either way, Shuhei is the type of lover who will always kiss you as a goodbye in the mornings, and as a hello in the evenings as an important ritual between the two of you, but the variety will always leave your head spinning.

🧣Rangiku’s kisses are flirtatious. If it’s one thing she likes, it’s the thrill of the chase, playing cat and mouse. She has a habit of initiating all the time, catching you off guard and kissing you either passionately or very lightly. She will pull away, giving you a wink and a flirty smile and occasionally a teasing remark, before walking away or using shunpo, expecting you to chase after her. If you do, she’ll either reward you, or laugh her silvery laugh and disappear again. If you initiate the same behaviour it puts her on the back foot, but just be prepared: she’ll get you back!

🍡 Yachiru will give the occasional cheek kiss to you if you’re a big brother/sister figure. This kid will climb up you, nuzzle your cheek and plant a cute little kiss there. But beware, she’s likely after the sweets in your pockets!

🧬 Nemu’s kisses are restrained. All her life she’s been under strict control and orders, leaving little autonomy in decision making and her own body... Nevertheless, she’s a girl who does like to show affection to her lover, but lacks the experience. Please sit and show her some romantic movies, and be patient with her. Once she learns to let her inhibitions go? You bet you’re but they’re the best kisses you’ve ever had! Under all that stoicism is a person, and her fierce loyalty to you translates to physical, fiery affection. She’s touch starved, so expect her to be very receptive once she’s comfortable.

Next in the kisses series: seated officers!

Hanataro, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Sentaro and Kiyone

#Apologies to the Omaeda simps I just can’t…#fr tho do y’all exist?#before you ask ‘where’s Rukia’ she’s gonna be with Ichigo and co #anyway #hope this tides y’all over while I get to work on the gif set of these fine folks and cuddling!#chojiro sasakibe #izuru kira #isane kotetsu #momo hinamori #nanao ise #renji abarai #iba tetsuzaemon #shuhei hisagi #rangiku matsumoto #yachiru kenpachi #nemu kurotsuchi #bleach #bleach headcanons #bleach lieutenants

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rafayel-fishie-moving · 14 days

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i’ve never been more sure of anything in my life my sweet trio of rafayels. feel free to ravage me as you wish. i have many ways of accommodating your needs <3

Our beloved is eager to please, it seems.

What are these ‘many ways’ Your Highness has in mind for accommodating our needs?

Heh, little miss bodyguard is such a good girl.

Come here, love.

#🎨 artist!rafayel #⛓️ abysswalker!rafayel #🌊 god of the tides!rafayel #anon #asks #cw: suggestive #[ I'm not getting over this I hope you all know #rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace

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moonlightsmasquerade · 10 months

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Serious question what does MiM Jonah look like like Monster form I need to know???

Here, (this drawings kinda old lol) the eyes and claws are black, with white iris'

#gah! scary!#tmc mim au #hope this tides you over til i get the rest of the refs done #i forgot the context for this one but im pretty sure its because they're mad at adam #body horror #my art

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gelenka-daria · 1 month

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girl save me w a drabble im begging for scraps

so this has been sitting in my drafts for a long while, it's a sequel to this late halloween drabble and i might as well post it

Mairon’s head snaps to the window at the sound of thunder, the frames shiver with every heavy rumble. It’s very nearly morning and the storm is yet to abate. His master is yet to return. He has no qualms about leaving Mairon behind for days, weeks, even months on end, on some rare occasions, when really, they should have gone hunting together.

Mairon misses him, wondering where Melkor’s hunger will lead him tonight.

He goes back to cleaning an urn, a small thing made of stygian marble and intricately inlined with gold that he’d noticed had been gathering dust, one of the many collectibles his master has gathered over the centuries. He wipes it down to perfection, until he can see his reflection in the black alabaster. He puts it back where it belongs and makes way to a wall overspread with weapons of all shapes and sizes, the last thing he’ll be attending to before the sun rises and he retires for the remainder of the day. He’ll dust, tomorrow. He’s got nothing better to do in this still, quiet manor, so might as well.

He’s in the process of polishing a saber when a familiar presence invades his senses. The air grows potent, heavy with the force of his lord’s power, shifting the atmosphere, weighing it down. No matter how long Mairon had served him, he could never quite get used to the magnitude of his master’s strength.

So soon?

Its is soon, but Mairon isn’t complaining. He lays the sword down and heads for the door to welcome him.

He finds him in the hallway, damp with rain and hair sticking to his back as he ascends the steps leading to the second floor, his long coat gone and he’s– Mairon has to do a double take, just in case he’s seeing things. His master is carrying someone, said missing coat wrapped around the person of which he can only glimpse long, fair legs hanging off his master’s right arm. Mairon stands there at the bottom of the staircase, tongue-tied, his mind spiraling with a multitude of questions that he knows better than to give voice to.

He had been in his lord’s service for the better part of a millennia now, and not once had he come back from his outings bearing anything beside relics and recherché treasures, and for all his charm and self-assured demeanor, he had never been overly fond of or ever sought any other’s company, even those of his own kind.

So, who–

“Mairon.”

Mairon’s body snaps back to attention like someone’s pinched his nerves. “My lord.”

“Prepare a bath." Comes the order, absent-minded, almost, gaze fastened upon whoever he's carrying.

“At once, my lord.” His master sounds at ease, for the most part, but something in his tone hints at urgency, that Mairon be quick about it and so, like a bat out of hell, he does just that. The bath is drawn apace, and he lays out everything one might need next to the large tub in orderly fashion, fresh wash cloths and smooth stones, soaps and scented oils. Mairon is in the process of reaching out when his master steps into the steaming washroom fully clothed, expecting to be handed the individual tucked close to his master’s chest, hidden away under the dark garment, but the lord ignores him entirely and makes way to the bathtub.

Mairon stares at his master’s retreating back in wide-eyed confusion.

The coat falls at his master’s feet, carelessly discarded to the ground as though it doesn’t cost a fortune, sleeping gown follows, pale and thin and equally wet. His master kneels, carefully sinking the person in his arms in the hot liquid, the water splashing gently, some of it spraying his boots as he reaches for a cloth, his other hand cupping a head of long, white hair, fingers working to unravel the tangles there.

All Mairon can do is stare, at a loss for words. Is… is Melkor going to bathe this person–himself?

Who–

“Leave us.” His master commands abruptly. All Mairon can do is bow as he retreats, shutting the door behind him, his eyes drift to the large window at the end of the hallway, and sees the first light barely cresting the mountains behind the thick burgundy curtains. Water still sloshes behind the door.

Mairon stands outside until the door swings open and Melkor steps out, the person in his arms cocooned in soft towels, hidden away from Mairon’s wondering eyes. His master doesn’t acknowledge him as he walks past, treading through the hallway to his bedchamber.

Who?

Why?

Mairon cleans what little mess had been left behind, wipes the wooden floor dry and picks up the clothes piled together for washing, later. He’s ready to turn in by then, and he seeks out his own room.

Yet how he ends up at his lord’s door is a mystery to even himself.

It’s open, and Mairon observes his master placing a young man, already clad in a lovely shade of blue, into his own bed, moving him with care, his touch attentive as he sits by his side and smoothes an ivory comb through his snowy hair.

It’s either Melkor does not notice Mairon, or he simply does not care, he would have dismissed him already if he didn’t want him there and so, emboldened by the lack of admonishment, Mairon takes a few steps inside and lays eyes upon the stranger.

He doesn’t think he has ever perceived something so captivating.

Mairon’s gaze rakes over a shapely face, coral, plump lips and sharp cheekbones, long lashes fanning his cheeks. He watches his master pull the man’s hair to one side once he is done combing through it before he proceeds to braid it, deft fingers weaving through the tresses, threading the long, blue ribbon between the strands.

He lays the long plait down one shoulder once he is done, thumb running over seemingly soft ridges, his other hand tucking a stray lock behind the man’s ear and that’s when Mairon detects the puncture wounds on the man’s pale jugular. He’s unable to keep the shock off his face, this time, his wide eyes taking in the shape of his master’s teeth in this stranger’s neck. A turning bite.

He has converted this person.

Mairon struggles his way out of this particular bout of disbelief, and he’s had one too many in the past two hours.

“My lord, wh-”

“Bewitching, isn’t he?” Melkor says, his clawed finger tracing the man’s pale cheek, gaze intense, the embers in his eyes burning tender and Mairon can’t think of a time when his master ever wore such an expression. Not even for Mairon himself, who had served and loved him unfailingly. What a riveting, hurtful thing to bear witness to. “I have so longed for a worthy companion.”

A companion.

It’s happened.

The haze of confusion disperses and everything makes so much sense, suddenly, that Mairon wonders how he had not picked up on it sooner.

Melkor has found himself a bride.

Of course.

“I have so longed for a worthy companion.”

Did he? Was I not enough?

Mairon stares at him, this cold, lovely thing that is to be everything Mairon wishes he could have been. Immortal as he is, still he never thought he’d live to see this night, because theirs might be a long, lonely existence but Melkor never really cared, never voiced his need for someone special and as much as Mairon strived to be that someone, he never seemed to amount.

The tightness in his chest prevents him from erupting into joyless laughter.

You’ve no right to feel betrayed, he never promised you anything. Wasn’t it you who clung to him? Weren’t you the one that begged?

Mairon fights the bitter feeling down, insides warring between wanting to tear that beautiful man to shreds and stealing him away to have him all to himself.

He can’t do either.

“What pleases my master pleases me.” He declares instead, inclining his head to hide away the hurt, the jealousy.

Melkor hums. “Yes, I am very pleased.” His lips stretch into a gratified, serpentine smile, his gleaming fangs poking from under the curve of his mouth. “I see great potential in him.”

He must have, Marion thinks, to have gone to such lengths. His master doesn't do things by halves, not a matter as critical as this, at least. Turning someone, altering their entire being and putting such power at their disposal is as pivotal a subject as one could possibly be. His eyes do a final sweep over the sleeping form.

“He is most comely.” He offers, because he should say something, aiming to please as he’d always done, but gets a cautionary glare for his efforts, Melkor’s eyes gleaming a mean red that Mairon doesn’t usually find himself on the receiving end of. He takes a step back and dips his head in atonement for whatever wrong he’d committed, but by then the flicker of hostility had long since passed and his master’s attentions turn back to the figure laid in his bed.

“Indeed.” He concurs, his voice gone breathless, eyes hazy, enamored with the gem he caught. Melkor does fancy the finer things in life. But this is no passing fancy, and this new addition to their lives has to be strong enough to endure the change. Not everyone makes it through, at the end, he needs to be looked after.

So it’s no surprise that, after getting up to change out of his wet garment, and sending Mairon away in the process, Melkor stays by his bride’s side. He doesn’t leave his bedroom for a thing, keeps watch over the young man as he goes through his corpse stage, his body going cold and ashen, his mortality creeping out of him in increments as the human in him dies. Then the fever came, making the man’s body softer and more pliable, warmth returning to him, slowly at first, then faster and faster, a sickness that he would never overcome– that holds all of them hostage.

Mairon brings his master bowel after bowel of ice cold water and clean washcloths, watches as the man sweats and heaves and trembles in his unconsciousness. It looks as unpleasant as it must have felt, and he’s glad he doesn’t remember when he’d gone through these phases.

Worryingly, the fever persists, and this never bodes well.

Mairon stands in the shadows and watches his master pace like a caged animal in front of his bed, fists tight at his sides and eyes gone frenzied because this isn’t supposed to happen, his master had been so painstakingly mindful and now his chosen’s body is too still, too weak, too hot to the touch.

“Stop,” Melkor takes the motionless body in his arms and holds it close, holds it tightly, his hands shaking, the first time Mairon’s ever seen him so desperately frightened. “Stop fighting it, Manwë.”

… Manwë.

By that time the fever finally breaks, his master had been confining himself in his chamber for a fortnight, keeping vigil at Manwë’s bedside. Mairon pretends not to hear his master’s sigh of relief, the tension trickling out of him in red, seismic waves. The worst of it has passed.

Melkor dips Manwë in another bath of cool water to chase away fever residue, then adorns him in new, soft fabrics, lowers him unto crisp clean sheets and lays himself beside him, keen eyes wide open.

It’s almost over.

Manwë should be waking up any day now.

–

It’s two nights later, and Mairon is in the process of adjusting a tilted portrait when a long, cracked shriek swells throughout the manor, the frame shivering underneath his frozen hands.

At last, Manwë is awake.

Newborns tend to be violent when they first come to, hysterical with hunger and oblivious to their own strength, so more often than not, they would be restrained, for their own safety and that of those around them. But Melkor is one of the strongest out there, he could handle this just fine, he certainly doesn’t need Mairon sprinting his way up staircases and through corridors with Manwë’s howls still in his ears, but Mairon can’t help it, he needs to see this.

The screaming stops just before he reaches the threshold. He expects utter chaos when he walks into the room, and instead finds his master reclined against the headboard, Manwë’s slighter form pulled across his front, his slit wrist offered up for Manwë to sink into, latching on like it's all he knows to do, like his life depends on it. Because it does, Melkor had to be the one to do it, he is his maker, after all.

Melkor’s other hand smoothes down, coming to a rest at the small of Manwë’s back, his temple pressed to the top of Manwë’s head. “Drink, sweetheart,” he says, watching with indulgent, golden eyes as Manwë feeds off him, “‘Til you’ve had your fill.”

Mairon has to turn his head from the sight, backing away, much as he wants to be a part of it, he's trespassing on something intimate. Vampire couples feeding from each other is cherished, private, personal. And that’s what Melkor and Manwë are to be. This is not something for him, or anyone, to see.

Despite everything, it feels like a labor of love, in the end.

#i don't know why i didn't post it sooner #general lack of faith in my writing and the plot and whatnot #i hope this tides you over in the meantime #melkor x manwë #drabble #anonymous #melkor #manwë #tolkien

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blueskittlesart · 2 years

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i’m so ridiculously invested in sword of fate link and zelda and their story someone needs write a book or something. nintendo make this game happen

ok i dont have any actual story content but i DO have worldbuilding content. heres some concept art for link's home village and also an aryll doodle lol

#lurelin village is all houses on stilts over water!! sometimes the tide goes out and you can walk on the sand #but when it comes in people travel by boat or on wooden walkways that are also on stilts!!#the village uses blue fire for power and light so they have big basins of blue fire that are scattered around #um. yeah :)#loz #loz: sword of fate #jesus. was that the tag?? i hope so LMAO

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sonicchaoscontrol · 1 year

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[Bonus Content: WIP Dump]

[Help. I gotta sit on these files for... uh... yes. A While. TM. Well, one of them is this month, at least! Anyway, I’m buried in concept files, what else is new, yadda yadda]

#mod post #mod draws #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #hee hoo #Look. I like teasing things and I'm pretty proud of how much content I'm sh!tting out the back end #so y'all get some mismatched idea things #Hope this tides you over for a hot minute at least #bonus content

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