Draw Me Like One of Your Dwarf Girls, Eddie
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie decides to work on his drawing skills, and accidentally awakens a monster in the process.
Contains: Titanic references, female nudity, a brush with death.
Word Count: 1.3k-ish
"Draw me like one of your dwarf girls, Eddie," you say in a sultry voice, trying your hardest not to laugh.
"What did I tell you about talking?" He pauses to give you a pointed look, since he's already told you to pipe down several times. You roll your eyes, and he returns to his drawing with a renewed vigor.
It's early 1998, and you've recently dragged your poor Eddie to a theater to see that damn Titanic movie everybody and their mother keeps raging about. All 3 hours of it. You may have neglected to mention the runtime when you bought the tickets. You owe him.
He survived, but was suddenly faced with the desire to "work on his people-sketching skills." Which of course meant it took him less than a week to convince you to strip and pose like Rose on the couch, wearing only that red guitar pick necklace he's had since high school.
You're stretched out and exposed and already bored. Two hours ago, he'd adjusted your hand a quarter of an inch this way, your knee a quarter of an inch that way, and you'd been instructed not to move.
Well, it felt like two hours, but it was really only about 30 minutes.
With nothing else to do, and being mildly disappointed that he didn't find your commentary amusing, you watch his eyes follow the pencil scratching across the paper you can't see. He's cute when he's concentrating. Tongue poking out, brow furrowed, that spark of creativity in his eye. It must be going well, because he smiles occasionally. He even giggled once. If you had to guess, you'd say it probably had something to do with a nipple. It was a little chilly.
"Just as I thought; it's a masterpiece."
"Are you done?" You'd only been in this position for an eternity.
"Oh yeah, this baby's getting framed." Ignoring you, he holds his sketch pad out to view it at an arm's length, beaming at his creation.
"Can I move now?!"
"Yeah, you can move."
You stretch your stiff limbs and get up off the couch, reaching for the flannel he'd discarded on a chair nearby, buttoning a few buttons as you pad over to where he sat admiring his work.
You place a hand on his back and look over his shoulder at the figure on his sketchbook. You're confused, but you can't take your eyes off of it. You can't think of anything to say. Until…
"What. The FUCK. Is THAT."
He looks up innocently and says, "What? I was just following instructions. You kept talking, figured I better listen."
You have no words.
You do, however, have a fucking BEARD in Eddie's drawing.
He sits there, looking up at you with a proud grin on his face, waiting for you to react.
You stare at him wordlessly, still in a state of shock.
Until he laughs at you. LAUGHS AT YOU.
Your brain begins to swirl furiously, until it flashes one word: KILL.
You clench your fists, and he begins to sense that you're not going to start laughing with him. His eyes widen, and he jumps out of his chair, vaults over the coffee table, and stands on the couch.
"I can explain," he says quickly, trying to sound calm, steps unsteady on the cushions.
You can explain too. Explain to the responding officers how one Edward James Munson met his gruesome demise.
"It's Tolkien."
You ignore him and advance slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. Eyes unblinking. Blood boiling. Steam probably coming out of your ears. He jumps off the couch as you approach the coffee table.
"It's from a book!" He's walking backward, holding out his sketch pad like a lion tamer with a chair.
His eyes bulge as he hits something solid. You've backed him into a corner. Literally.
"Tolkien! Middle-earth! The Hobbit! Nerd shit!"
Nerd shit won't save you now, Munson. You narrow your eyes and prepare to go in for the kill. He panics.
"Dwarf women have beards! It was a joke! I'm sorry! I love you!"
The "I love you" makes you pause, just as you were about to pounce and slash your prey to pieces. The hell?
"What?" you ask, giving your head a slight shake in confusion.
"Dwarf women have beards. In the books. You said to draw you like a dwarf. It was a joke. I thought you'd know what it was."
"You thought I'd know some random detail from a book I haven't read in over a decade?"
"I mean, it's a pretty memorable detail…"
You roll your eyes, heave a sigh, and pinch the bridge of your nose. Why is this not surprising?
"So you're not gonna kill me?" He's still backed into his corner. You consider it for a moment, deciding that you've played with him enough for today.
"Not tonight, Munson."
He exhales and leans his head back against the wall.
"But I WILL get you for this," you threaten, pointing a finger at him. He nods, used to this constant back-and-forth game you'd both been playing for over a decade. He knew you'd never really hurt him, just like you knew he wouldn't hurt you either. It was just a game.
You turn to walk away, and hear him whisper to the abomination he's still clutching: "Don't worry baby, you're still gettin' framed."
You whip around, eyes flashing. He gulps. You step closer, making him lean further back into the wall. He's cute when he's scared.
"Give it."
He stares at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes of his.
"Give it," you repeat, holding out a hand and waiting for him to place his sketchbook into it.
Reluctantly, he hands it to you. You maintain eye contact as your fingers find the thick cover page, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking at his ungodly creation again. You slam it shut and he flinches.
"What are you gonna do with it?"
Beat your nerdy ass to death with it.
Still clutching his sketch pad, you step back silently and gesture for him to walk on by with your free hand. He slowly peels himself off the wall and begins to move with an apprehensive look in your direction, and a thought occurs to you.
As he scurries past you, you smack him on the ass with his sketchbook. He whirls around with a yelp, hands clutching his cheeks. It's cardboard, you drama queen. You step closer and swing the book at his arm.
"You made me lay there for AN HOUR! While! You! Drew! That!" You punctuate each word with another smack of the sketch pad. He continues overreacting to each hit and falls to the floor with a wail when you finish yelling, clutching his imaginary wounds. You lift the book above your head with both hands, ready to finish him.
"It started out real! But I couldn't make it look like you! It wasn't pretty enough!" You graciously decide to let him continue, still holding the sketchbook in an attack position, just in case. "I tried," he explains calmly now, "but it wasn't working out, and then you said the dwarf thing, and I thought it would be funny. I'll make it up to you."
"Damn right, you will." You lower the book and release it. It lands on his chest with a light thud. He grins from his position on the floor. You step over him and make your way toward the bedroom.
"Starting now," you inform him from the hallway, not slowing or turning around. You hear him scramble to get up, knock something over, and curse before he hurries in your direction.
He's lucky he's cute.
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Good evening to the poor unfortunate souls who will see this post because today it is LANKMANN HEADCANONS day
thanks to this post in particular by @havoc-bloom go see it immediately what are you still doing here
Anyway. Every Veldigun has some kind of animal features, and yea Lankmann is not one but he's mimicking the form of what one could look like, and personally I've always associated Arg Lankmann (not dr. Lankmann) with sea creatures. Why?
First of all, for one of Lankmann's key features that the other Pastra characters don't have:
a SECOND Set of RETRACTABLE glowing red teeth. My dude really wants to remind us he's a predator. You know who else has this feature? Mostly sea creatures, the prime example being the moray. He even looks somewhat like one with his yellow skin when he dislocates his entire jaw just to smile.
And also I mean look at this motherfucker. This is the Zebra moray eel and could be Lankmann's cousin.
Other sea creatures I associate him with are the Yellow-lipped sea krait and the Mimic octopus. The first for obivious reasons, it's a sea snake with the iconic black & yellow stripes (which by the way is one of the most venomous snakes in the world) ; the second in a more simbolic way:
the ARG Lankmann is technically a creature who's mimicking the design of Dr Lankmann's hallucination form from the old DOAI lore. So yeah mimic behavior
has multiple names picked from Pastra's previous unfinished ARGs and and is using them as his own without permission, with Lankmann being the most used one. So yeah still mimic behavior
his body proportions are all over the place. Like you cannot find 2 sprites of his that have the same body shape, it's like he's a black blob that can stretch and squash at will, unlike Clyde and Simon's sprites who are much more proportioned. One could say that's standard veldigun behavior but as we established he's not a real veldigun
small horns above their eyes ewe I've seen some people draw Lankmann with small horns
tentacular hands. Do I need to say more
Yes I know Lankmann's form was the product of his features and mask distorted by Winfrey's collective hallucination and to understand his real inspirations one should analize Winfrey's mind, this is just fun headcanons.
So yeah, Vincent Network Lankmann with octopus/snake/moray inspo OwO
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Mask or Not
Space Riders AU - @onyxonline
Eve Ewe - @lavendersartistry
Gilded - @qxurugosk
This fic is for onyxonline's Space Riders AU, this time with a alternate reality in the mix! This fic is mainly centered around Quru's cultist OC Gilded and my OC, Eve Ewe! Please check Onyx and Quru out, their work is super cool!
Do note that this is non-canon to Eve's story in Space Riders, a "what-if" timeline! Want more context? Here! Want more context of Gilded's mask? Here and Here!
The sounds of glass breaking and yells echoed as Eve calmly walked to Gilded's chambers, a dark veil covering her face. It was reported to her that someone took their mask without their knowledge and later made a ruckus when they found the culprit.
Eve quietly knocked, alerting Gilded. They knew who it was but didn't say a word at first. Eve spoke up instead.
"Until your mask is retrieved, I have a veil for you to use instead. I understand it will not do much but at least it will do what it can."
Eve opened the door and quickly placed the veil near their desk by the door and closed it again.
Once Eve was out of earshot, Gilded put the culprit down and walked to their desk. They looked at the veil, touching the soft texture and fabric. They glanced back and scowled.
"Find my mask by nightfall. Or you won't see another sunrise."
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By sunset, Eve quietly entered her palace gardens. Instead of the noting Astral Jellyfish, owls of all kinds rested in every tree. She grimaced at the sight. Her mother adored owls like they were her only friends when it came to the council.
Eve sat under a willow tree, and a little owl flew down next to her. A soft 'hoo' escaped its beak as it looked up at the saddened queen. Eve gently petted its head as tears began to roll down her face.
"I did not take my queen to be a fan of birds. Quite the surprise."
Eve turned her head, eyes meeting the familiar that covered Gilded's face. She looked back down at the owl.
"Your mask was returned, that's good."
"You're avoiding my statement."
Eve went silent, hands close together. She looked down, and a shaky sigh escaped her lips.
"Owls was my mother's favorite... before..."
The queen choked back a sob, trying not to seem weak. She couldn't look weak, not in front of them. She was mighty, powerful. But how long could she stay that way, under that mask of perfection?
Gilded stepped closer, kneeling down before her. It was a first to see her break and crumble. But they knew why, the black gown and the veil were clear.
Eve's mother would turn 5800 today.
The masked cultist wiped away her tears and held her hand.
"It is normal for the mask of a queen to break. The world was cruel to you. But do not let it hold you down to the riverside. You will avenge your loss and rise as the queen you are."
Gilded tilted Eve's head, her ocean eyes still full of tears.
"Mask or not, you are my queen. You are unstoppable and you are spectacular. And I will be at your side as long as I live."
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There was a post asking RPers with moon-worshipping characters how they handle the moon's revelation, especially with Endwalker.
But! I am too shy to reblog that with my actual answers so instead I will post this two page rambling under a cut. (:
Okay, so I look at it through two lenses:
1) How much does your average citizen know about the big wide star and everything our beloved Warrior of Light gets up to in saving it all the time?
There are things in the real world I don’t know and things I am shocked to find out other people don’t know!
The history of the Star is vast and dense and no one can possibly know every crumb of it.
2) Faith requires a sort of peace in knowing you don’t and won’t know certain things. If you have all the answers to all your questions, you don’t need faith.
The asking of questions is vital, here. If you are not curious about the world around you how can you possibly come to love it and those it shelters? If you believe for a second that you have all the answers to all the questions then your curiosity dies.
That said with Odette and her convent it really boils down to: They don’t know!
Odette is young, she may not have been alive during Dalamud’s fall and Bahamut’s defeat. I’m not really sure because time bubbles and I’m very vague with her age because time is my mortal enemy.
When the moon started its fall the convent probably took it to mean: gods mad. Who wouldn’t? Even the faithless might pray under such a thing, no? But the convent is secluded and news is slow to reach them and what does reach them is often embellished or outdated or just untrue. They must pick through the stories they are told and find the truth of the matter - which is subjective, as well! What is true for one might not be true for another.
It is a bit of a chore, is what I am trying to say, and unreliable narrators are aplenty.
Currently, the Convent believes that earlier scripture naming Dalamud as Menphina’s Loyal Hound were written by Spoken who were trying to make sense of the world around them. They got it wrong, but no doubt there are things we get wrong even now with all our knowledge.
The point of their faith is not to get things 100% right all the time but rather to meet the star and her denizens with hearts full of love.
They don’t allow dogs at the convent, however.
The news out of EW is another matter since it still feels very fresh and new. Odette has stepped into the role of Nun Errant and she does relay information back to her Convent, either in person or via letter. I don’t know if the news of the WoL fighting the 12 made papers and so far it seems that most of the Loporrits that stayed star-side are in Old Sharlayan to learn!
A big ship did go beyond the moon but that was… beyond the moon! So, like the nuns, I don’t know! They are but Spoken creatures, they question, yes, but it is difficult for them to see the grand picture being as small as they are.
It should be noted that Odette is not the warrior of light. I try very hard for her to not know everything the warrior of light gets up to in the MSQ because she, realistically, would not know. She’s just some nun!
What I CAN say is that if Odette knew everything that I, the player, know she would still worship the Moon and Menphina.
Imprisoning Zodiark before more needless death, setting the Loporrits to building a fallback and escape plan, reincarnating her closest and most trusted allies to serve as deities and make sure he cannot be freed?
That’s love, baby. Of course, Menphina, the deity of Love, would be the keeper of the moon and its secrets!
Also, almost none of this answered the secondary questions but… This is already very long but I could go on about the dark side of the moon, what it means to love, and all that but I’ll end it with this:
It is okay for your characters to be wrong and make mistakes, IC! Let them have harmlessly bad and factually untrue opinions.
BONUS:
I recall a question about how a manmade moon might effect a god or goddess who is tied to it! But -- prayer and belief is were deities get their powers.
Well, the 12 as we know them are kind of ‘manmade’ themselves. Yes, Venat sort of reincarnated her most trusted allies, however… It was shown that prayers have the power to change them! We know that this altered Halone in some ways and I believe that it altered Menphina the same. Basically: Enough of her worshippers thought Dalamud was her ‘loyal hound’ and so she got a loyal hound. So, why should the moon(s) be any different?
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