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helsensm · 4 months

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I cannot hold it in anymore I am absolutely OBSESSED with your art and the way you draw Lao.

I also would like to inquire….. just perhaps… what are your top head-canons for him, and/or your opinions on popular ships for him/which ones you like?

No pressure!! I hope you are having a wonderful day 🧡

me, trying to act normal every time an awesome artist I look up to says something nice about my art

Thank you so much! first of all, please take this Lao with you, he's yours now~

now let me preheat my bad english.....

Most of my Lao headcanons (if they are not related to a particular art I made) were yoinked from another ppl, because DAMN FELLAS your brains are sexy. 😏 So you might have heard some of them already, but here's my top general hcs for him.

NOTE: we are talking about the current timeline mk1 Kung Lao

- Lao is very expressive with his hands and he's THE TOUCH person. Just look at how many times he took Raiden by the shoulder in the first chapter alone?? He'll be pushing, and patting, and shoving, and punching you all over while telling about his breakfast or something.

- Lao is struggling with inferiority complex. Since childhood he was under a tremendous amount of pressure, he has to do things right, to be better, or else he would be mocked or punished. Now he believes that he should be the best, or he would not be taken seriously. He's constantly seeking validation in his peers, causing him to act cocky and over-confident.

- Anger issues, usually when someone questions his skill.

- People call him lazy because he tries to act like everything comes naturally to him. In reality he trains hard and takes things seriously. Like, he's fighting with a RAZOR RIMMED HAT fgs, it's not something you can master in a day! Also he always got energy running through his veins, lucky bastard... *cries in iron deficiency*

- He makes his hats by himself. With his hands. He designs and creates. ALL of them. I will die on that hill.

- He's a slow to trust, but ride or die as a friend.

- He's a trouble maker FOR SURE, but not a bully. He's respectful and polite to most of the people (if they don't provoke him), also drinks his respect-women juice.

- Master of sass and sarcasm. And yes, I think he swears, but in the right circumstances or the right company.

- He's got rizz NOW, but in his teens he had zero game because he could not keep his mouth shut and would scare off the person with the most ridiculous piece of idiocy.

- I read it in one fic and really loved the idea that Liu Kang "told the blossoms" about Kung Lao, and they really liked him 🌸 so now they are following him around and bringing him news and gossips, that's why there's always those goddamn petals aroung him aasghGHHHj 🌸🌸

- He's rolling his eyes at Johnny, but they quickly become besties.

- He actually has a cold relationship with Liu Kang. Don't get me wrong, he trusts him, respects the hell out of him and will run into a wall for a man. But I think Liu will distance himself because of all the memories of HIS Lao and how badly they sting. oTL

- That smile and a bow Lao did after loosing to Raiden? He meant that. Loosing hurted BAD, but the pain was pushed aside by the sence of pride and happiness for his best friend.

oh shit, this is getting out of hand, I'm starting to think about the other timelines and dynamics, we'll be here all week hhhhgh

About the popular ships... Well, I'm a big fan of railao (yeah NO SHIT who would have thought), but I am a multishipper, so I'm just happy to see my fav characters feeling good in someone's hands. 😊

I really like the liulao and laoliutana for several different reasons. 👀 The johnshilao (or is it laojohnshi..? erm) was the one that didn't impress me at first (love the Lao just third-wheeling with a tired expression <:'D), but recently I'm starting to warm up to all the different dynamics these three can have. And that is, in no small part, thanks to you and your kenlao agenda 👀💖 damn you created such a nice cozy universe for them I'm 🥺💕💗💖

Bi-Han/Lao is a bit random, but I love how catto did them, they are such a cute pair of assholes! >:3

ummm, yeah, so I'm going to stop there ahahhH. Thank you again for asking and for all the nice little feels your art provides, I admire you tremendously~

#my asks #my art #kung lao #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #helsensm art

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wordy-little-witch · 12 days

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Silly goofy cross guild idea that will not leave my head, but hear me out

Buggy being the mafia wife archetype is well and good, it is one of the best, hottest takes on the PLANET and I'll die on that hill. But we also need to touch base on the blending of cultures and tastes here where I am currently FROTHING over.

Crocodile being Alabastan and taking over his once-home in a bid for control and for reasons that haven't been touched upon. Why Alabasta? Is it the 'wanis? Are fruitwani native there? If so, if Alabasta ISN'T his homeland, what made him choose there? What started his love of fruitwani? What lead to a mafia instead of a pirate and what does that mean for his character??? ((Middle Eastern and maybe smth English, German or Russian, smth about that scratches a brain itch for Croc, might be the languages-))

And Mihawk. My silly spooky little swordsman is full of mysteries and I am ROTATING him. Mach speed. Full 360 tail spin in my frontal lobe. Is he human? If he is, what was his upbringing like? What was his childhood? His parents? His homeland? Does he speak other languages? ((I love the idea of Mihawk being the One Piece equivalent of French)).

Buggy's heritage is Unknown (jazz hands), but he was raised by Roger who has Big Gaelic Energy, no I will not explain, it's RIGHT THERE. On that note though, Buggy grew up on a pirate crew, a bunch of headstrong fellas from all sorts of places, with all sorts of lives. Buggy's a little melting pot, a drifter, and while some things are poignantly Roger's in his words, actions or beliefs, he's all over the place with a wide palette.

Now the three of them learning and picking things up from each other. They wind up leaving marks on each other.

Mihawk sings quietly to himself sometimes in French, usually while gardening or cooking. Buggy and Crocodile learn the songs by osmosis.

Crocodile sometimes calls the others by certain pet names or gives orders in his own mother tongue, or he'll organize things a certain way, set up smth in a specific manner, idek, my brain is fried but the vibe, the VIBE is there.

Buggy shares dances or recipes from his childhood. Just... yes. Them bleeding into each other's spaces. Them leaving marks on one another metaphorically.

((Also them slowly incorporating bits of each other in apparel. Buggy opting for richer or darker colors or cuts. Crocodile incorporating lace and pops of red. Mihawk adding textures to his eyeliner and updating his harness with more crisscrosses.))

#one piece #cross guild #cross guild polycule #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #my head huuuurts

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eoieopda · 1 month

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svt as attorneys

this was partly inspired by this tiktok. i’m a trial attorney irl and wanted to chime in with my personal headcanons based on the kind of counsel i frequently deal with. for legal reasons, this is a joke.

seungcheol & jihoon — watch out for these two. they’re going to be unassuming & agreeable during pre-trial hearings, and they may even give off the impression that they’re each just a lil fella 🤏🏻 in a big courtroom, but when trial comes around? x-games mode. seriously, who the fuck is that monster, and where has he been until now? even if you win, you’re gonna stumble out of the courthouse with 1% of your life force left.

jeonghan & minghao — the most infuriating thing about them is that they don’t put on much of a case at all?? they just?? gaslight their way through it?? they manage to grab hold of a single, relatively insignificant thread, and they pull and pull and pull until your immaculately structured argument completely unravels. with just a crumb of effort, they have manipulated the jury and ruined your life. rip, diva. it was a good run.

joshua & mingyu — they reek of “big law”. they both come from some giant, (inter)national firm (probably founded by a family member), and you know what? they don’t even really practice your specific area of law. it doesn’t matter. they’re well-dressed, extremely charming, and the jury doesn’t care that they’re talking circular nonsense because their eyes are so sparkly. and because their retainers/fees a) are astronomical and b) aren’t contingent, their only real goal is to make the judge fall in love with them. they succeed. in fact, they’re going golfing together next weekend 😔

junhui — sorry to this man, but he’s either asleep at the counsel table, or he’s secretly playing fruit ninja on his phone underneath said table (people still play this in the year of our lord, 2024??). he doesn’t do a thing during trial itself but will come out with the most aggressive and dramatic closing arguments you’ve ever heard before dipping out without another word. you never see him again, and you’re not even sure if he’s actually real.

soonyoung & seokmin — they’re the type to walk into the attorney conference room outside the courtroom and ask you what the case is about/who their client is. they’ve each absolutely slipped up and called the judge/magistrate “your majesty”. they have no idea what’s going on, and for some reason, you can’t even be mad at them for their incompetence? because they’re just so likable as people? do not hire these men. if you have hired one of these men, fire him immediately, and ask him to get your case file out of his base model kia rio (where he’s kept it & forgotten about it) and give it back to you, expeditiously.

wonwoo & vernon — these big-brained motherfuckers have no pulse. they’re absolutely unflappable. they never raise their voice, never react with more than a nod or a thoughtful “aaah”. they’re silent killers, though; and they’ll blow your shit up without emoting once. their reactions to getting an acquittal or preventing a multi-million dollar award in damages? “wow 😐”

seungkwan & chan — the “true believers”, 100%. they’re junior attorneys with a lot to prove. unlike most attorneys who argue their client’s position, these two fully, personally assume it. even if their client is batshit insane, they’re completely on board; they both can and will die on this hill. (ex: “your honor, the meth lab in my client’s house was created and operated by the unnamed man who lives in his truck in the woods out back. my client had no idea it was in his kitchen. look deeply into his eyes, past the glassiness, and see his innocence!”). they’ll each argue and argue and argue until they walk out hoarse, and when they lose (not due to lack of ability but because their overzealousness scares the jury), they’ll probably cry in their car in the parking lot 😕

#seventeen #svt #svt headcanons #svt imagines

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localguy2 · 1 year

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You cannot tell me that Zane and Lloyd aren't the Disney princesses of the Ninjago universe.

Any and all animals who interact with any of these two, will warm up to them almost instantly and that's a hill I'm willing to die on.

Speaking of animals and these 2 dorks:

I'd imagine Lloyd would get a Shiba inu dog

(this fella:)

As a pet, or what would be the Ninjago Universe's equivalent of it.

And as for Zane, well...

Yeah, you can't go wrong with it.

I mean shit it's basically Canon, even if you don't count the falcon as a pet, it sure as hell is a companion.

#ninjago #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #I'm still mad over Zane's falcon #BRING HIM BACK >:(#They up and forgot about my boy like that

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munsster · 2 years

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angel shot neat

A/N: psa??? we protect each other here, okay???? look out for yourselves & everyone else and i will happily die on that hill. furthermore stobin fucking would do this, theyd b a little confused (not robin) but they’d get it

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN!Reader, Robin Buckley x GN!Reader (platonic)

Summary: You run into a bit of trouble while bar hopping alone. 1.4k words.

Warnings: drinking in a bar, creepy + gross men, flirting, pet names (sweetheart, sunshine)

He’d been staring at you all night. Ogling, really. Guessing what was under your jeans, if anything at all. Typical goddamn creep nursing his fifth stout, reeking of that sour malt musk that really lingers after a while. Like he’s sweating it. Trailing it across the bar, leaking all over the barstool.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this…?” And your eyes are doe-wide, only spotting him from the corner of your eye, too shocked to make eye contact. “… All alone.”

His speech is slurred, and slurred men make it scary. Pocket-knife scary. And that makes people like you pepper-spray terrified. All you wanted was a cocktail for your sweet tooth. Now you’re starting to rethink this whole public independence crusade.

“Oh,” you say, plastered with a faux grin for modesty, “actually, I’m not alone. I—uh… came here with my friend. And my boyfriend.”

You nod while he’s busy being displeased and seeing right through you. It shows in the yellowy smirk and the gravelly revelation in the back of his mucus-lined throat.

“Ah, really? And where have they run off to?”

“Just… dancing. I’m on drink duty!” you chirp, but you’d rather be vomiting. All over his leather shoes and the hand he rests on the small of your back. A nervously soft chuckle slips out, and he grins even wider.

“Sweet little thing, aren’t’cha? Say…” he mumbles, “why don’t you point ‘em out? Take me to meet these Bobbsey twins’a yours.”

You’re pretty sure this is what a heart attack feels like. The squelching in your chest from its rumbling and twisting around in your rib cage. You feel sick quickly glancing at the crowd of people dancing to a live jazz band across the bar. Because right now, it’s lie or be killed, and there are two people dancing awkwardly close together while not touching. Which has you thinking, ‘fuck it’.

“Yup, they’re right over there.” In desperate attempt to scurry away, the man’s greased up fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging himself along with your stuttering legs. The girl sees you first, rapid concern on her face when she stops dancing and sees your wide eyes.

“Hey, April, I was just getting out drinks when this nice man asked to meet you guys”—you’re squirming and you can feel the man fixed behind you, eyes scanning the two strangers when the redheaded girl wraps her arm around your waist and tugs you between herself and her tall friend. Who looks awfully confused. And you start to feel bad.

“We were wondering what was taking you so long,” she hums, squeezing your side when the man bares his teeth. And she tries not to grimace before flicking her friend from behind your back.

“Ouch—uh, yeah… we were starting to… miss you over here…” The boy is still kind of dancing to the swinging beat, more stepping side-to-side than anything.

“Well, thanks for returning our friend,” the girl coos, “have a nice night—!”

“Wait just a second, April, we haven’t met this… fella quite yet.”

The boy looks down at you, a little panicky in the whites of his eyes, but you nod and grab his hand, and he swallows hard.

“The… the boyfriend! I’m the boyfriend! I’m Steve.” With a goddamn death grip on your hand, his eyebrows are raised as he shouts over the music.

“Steve and April… y’better keep an eye on this beauty,” he grumbles, wholly dejected and scratching the side of his face, eyes lazily scanning your face, “never know what kinda creeps are gonna… try and—”

“Alright, buddy,” the boy with his fingers slotted between yours shouts, shaking his head, “you’ve had enough. It’s time to go.”

The man’s grey, crusted eyes flick up to the boy’s face, mean and taut with chestnut hair falling across his forehead, and finally decides to shuffle away, muttering under his breath.

“Holy shit—holy shit, are you okay?” the girl pants, grabbing your shoulders and scanning your exposed skin for any blood or swelling. You nod, hand still loosely grasping the boy’s warm fingers. Absentmindedly, of course, but you know the skin-to-skin is grounding. Rough and real and right there in your palm.

“Mhm, thank you…”

“Robin!”

“Robin—God, you’re the best,” you huff, wrapping your arms over her shoulders with a shuddered breath. You drop the boy’s hand, and he shoves both in his pockets, scuffing at the floor and flicking his hair back. She pats your back and chuckles into you.

“No problem. What are friends for?”

You grin and pull away, and her eyes sparkle in the dim bar light. And he doesn’t expect it, but you whip around and smile the biggest smile he’s ever seen, and it gets him all aflutter. All gooey and smirking.

“And you! You’re like the perfect guard dog. And a psychic, too!”

“At your service,” he coos, saluting just because it makes you laugh, “oh, and my name actually is Steve.”

“‘S nice to meet you… Steve.”

And he blushes because it couldn’t have sounded better if an angel came down and whispered it in his ear. It rolls off your tongue, and he’s embarrassed to say he’s flustered. Embarrassed to know you can probably tell by the way he rubs the back of his neck.

Then you frown.

“Shit, are you guys… are you a thing? I really didn’t mean to make this weird, sorry—”

“No!” Robin says, shaking her head wildly, her necklaces jingling against her collar.

“No?”

“Nope,” Steve chirps with a shrug. “She’s not into me, or else we’d totally—”

“Gross!” She smacks his arm and goes back to dancing.

“Ow—I’m kidding. Obviously.”

He rolls his eyes, and the corner of his mouth quirks up when he looks at you again. Happy to have you close and safe. And looking at him like he’s everything. You’re a stranger, and you’ve got him feeling rosier than he has in years. He’s a little glossy in the deep blue lights, fixing his tee and bouncing a little on his toes.

“So… did you leave your real boyfriend at home tonight, or…”

You chuckle.

“Nope! Don’t have one. Except you, now, I guess,” you tease, leaning close and pursing your lips. Then you shift back into your sore feet and glance at the smoky entrance. “Speaking of home…”

“You’re leaving?” His heart drops when you nod.

“Think I’ve had enough of old drunks tonight.”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s… that’s fair!” he huffs, watching you wave and turn on your heel. But how’s he supposed to let you go when he feels light headed and buzzed. He’s dead sober and you’re making him feel like a whole bottle of tequila.

And you’re shy to go, taking your time stepping between bumping bodies, trying to stave off your pout for the cab ride.

“Wait!”

He feels so loud, but he doesn’t care, hand cupped around his mouth when you beam back at him from the other side of a thick cluster of people. You duck back over to him, and he catches you against his chest in the tightly packed space. Like a couple of lowly sardines with nothing better to do. And your hand clasped over his heart beneath his own.

“You should stay. Dance. Don’t let that asshole ruin the night,” he huffs. Close enough that he doesn’t have to speak up for you to understand every word. “I’m her designated driver anyway; I’ll make sure you two get home in one piece. Promise.”

“How do I know I can trust you, Steve?”

He shrugs. “I’m your boyfriend.”

Your nose wrinkles when his hand curls into your waist, keeping you against him to make sure. He feels obligated. Protective and a little jealous when some frat guy licks his lips while eyeing you. And the way Steve flips him off is gratuitous. It’s smooth and quick and without a judgement call, and you’re too busy dancing to notice. Your lashes flutter closed, faint smile splitting your face when he guides the both of you closer to Robin, who is wildly flailing and miming the trumpet.

His lips part, cheek against your temple when he whispers, “want anything to drink?”

You shake your head and rest a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve had a couple.”

He smiles, twirling you, gawking a little, trying not to drool. He’s a goner, winking at you and letting you spin him, too, just for him to trip enough for you to catch him in both hands.

“You sure you’re sober?” you tease. But he’s not so sure anymore. He’s fumbling now, losing balance for you, and fooling himself. But when you give him that toothy grin, he thinks you’re fooling him, too. He thinks he likes it this way.

“Lucid, sunshine.”

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cbk1000 · 5 months

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I will say getting weird asks about the concerning amount of gay porn I would have to consume in order to be able to write gay fanfiction does bring back fond memories of when asks used to be much more frequent, and sometimes you'd wake up to the most batshit insane take in your inbox that you've ever seen.

RIP to that astonishingly racist Korean weeaboo who for some reason assumed I'm black and would send insane messages ranting about my skin colour to someone who doesn't even have a light suntan and whose ancestry is pasty British people as far as the eye can see.

To the OG 'akshually it doesn't hurt men at all if you hit them as hard as you can in the testicles' anon who picked the strangest hill to die on and the most random place to do it.

To the anon who decided to compliment (?) me by telling me it was fake and hypocritical to recommend fics other than my own because I knew I was the best writer in the fandom (??) and it was disingenuous to...pretend otherwise by...talking about writing I liked??? (Still puzzled about this one to this day, fellas.)

To the anon who decided to send me the most random, antisemitic rant about the media.

And to the myriad super horny anons I got over the years because strangers thought my inbox was a good place to detail their sexual fantasies, sometimes about the actual actors who played the fictional characters I write about.

You were all real ones.

#personal #honestly just taking a brief scroll through my inbox was kind of a wild ride #and i didn't even go too far back #i had an unanswered one about blm going too far by wanting all the streets renamed??#anyway #the internet sure is an interesting place

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bloodofvoid · 4 months

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I know Leviathantale already exists but I wanted to do something cuz I'm bored

So here is multiple AU Sanses as underwater creatrues!

Nightmare:

Giant Squid. Cliche I know, but lemme go into depth about this. I know little to nothing about Levianthantale but this is my personal hc. Despite the creatures that the Sanses represent, their sizes are different. Nightmare here is about 65-75 feet but no one knows specifically. He mostly keeps to the deep ocean, hunting down sperm whales and other such creatures that he deems good food.

Dream:

Leafy Seadragon. For Dream I tried to find some kind of golden fish but it was slightly difficult. So I chose this lil fella, because yes. Dream is much more social than Nightmare, and much more friendly. He's about 40-50 feet long, and is mostly an herbivore. But when he hunts he far from aggressive, stealing the very oxygen from his prey, letting them die peacefully. He's sees no need for this kind of violence.

Ink:

Blue glaucus, I chose this little guy because of the whole pretty but poisonous. By feeding on other venomous animals this creature becomes toxic itself, and very dangerous. But it's very pretty. Ink is about 35-40 feet long, one of the smaller leviathans, but still large. He's friendly, but when endangered he is not afraid to release those toxins of his

Swap:

Manta ray. Manta rays are just the chillest dudes in the world and it just fits blue. He's about 40-45 feet long, and usually stays with manta rays. He's friendly, but not afraid to fight against anyone who harms him or his loves ones

Horror:

I've already talked about this but this pog shark is literally Horror. I chose the Basking Shark. A 75 foot behemoth that is tryin to get a snack. He roams the ocean randomly, and literally everyone is too afraid to try and bother him, except for Killer and Dust, who now have scary dog privileges.

Dust:

Oceanic Whitetip Shark. 35-45 feet long and a hunter alongside his other shark leviathan, Killer. He was originally a loner, only really interacting with Nightmare, when this random shark leviathan decided to come up and annoy the ever living shit out of him. The two now hunt together, for survival sake.

Killer:

Killer is a tiger shark and that is a hill I will die on. 35-45 feet long. He flashes his stripes to every leviathan he meets and ends up with a missing fin. The only reason he's alive is because of Horror and Dust, and he's close to getting something bitten off.

Error:

Phantom Jellyfish. 55-65 feet long and colored rather brightly for his species. His tendrils are bright blue and glow rather brightly. While he despises the amount of compliments he gets for his appearance, he's glad at how easy it is to hunt with those bright colors of his.

Cross:

Orca, he's an orca. Despite being related to a giant murder guppy that violates their prey and sometimes decides to just not eat it. He's cold and lonely, and keeps to himself almost all the time. He hunts sparingly, and is far from cruel to his prey. Oh, and he's 45 feet long, his length secured by scientist since he's uh....let's just say he has lots of scars.

Anyways bye now

#nightmare sans #dream sans #ink sans #blueberry sans #swap sans #dust sans #killer sans #error sans #cross sans #horror sans #leviathantale

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hybbart · 2 years

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lmao understandable— the ranchers are just…. such littol guys….. silly lil' fellas.... also, even if you never finish that animatic idea if you have any wips at any point 👀👀👀👀 I love the concept of those two, like-- I just imagine Jimmy in a spat with Joel and he just holds up Hermes as a defense and Jimmy just. "SSIIIIIIGH" -- LIKE SURE HE'LL SAY HE DOESN'T CARE BUT LIKE THE SECOND HERMES IS PHYSICALLY THERE??

Sheriff Jimmy loves that kid and I will die on this hill -- alsoalso-- dhhehjrnngghrh I am STARVED of Team Rancher animatics [as well as songs] so I am 👁👁 looking •🕊

They aaare, but they're little guys who are hard to animate dancinggg (like everyone is, this is def not the third time I've tried animating hermits dancing, nooo...)

And yeah have the (really) rough concept designs. I've just been calling it Hermcules in my head because of a certain design choice you can see below.

The concept was heavily inspired by the music video for Darken by Zutomayo and if you've seen it you might be able to guess a few plot points already...

In this AU the empires setting is a dying world barely held together by the last living god, Joel, who keeps the sculk at bay, and everyone except Hermes is an old soul shoved into new bodies because Joel isn't powerful enough on his own to create new life, only preserve it.

Jimmy got the short end of the stick in that regard, being made into a living doll called a warden by Joel, and is very bitter at said god. His soul is (mostly) kept in the canaries in his chest cavity with a piece hidden somewhere else to make sure he doesn't disappear completely. He also keeps himself nearly fully covered head to toe.

He's not happy when he ends up having to take care of Hermes, the last new soul in the world. The story is basically Jimmy and Hermes learning to get along and going on an adventure to find Joel and discover the reasons they exist.

Basically it all spawned from the idea I had a while back that Jimmy, who is a person made into a toy, would understandably resent Hermes, an object made into a real boy.

#solidaritygaming #empires hermes #empires 2 #fanart #fantasy #biopunk #au #notes #character #art #sketch #Hybbart

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tenmeithesinisterminister · 7 months

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highlights from the first three sessions of my pathfinder 1e campaign:

The Inquisitor LITERALLY CHOPPED OFF THE INVESTIGATOR'S FOOT IN SESSION ONE? (with a bastard sword, no less.)

The Wood Elf Healing/Community Cleric killed an orc, and apologized with each hit.

Obligatory Fool's Gold reference

"I will die on the hill that this book is worth something!" "Then die." - A merchant successfully avoiding being swindled and the Investigator's response

The Chess Guild? The Chess Guild.

No Name Elf Boi joined the party in session 3

The entire party wanted the Kobold Chieftain and the Orc Chief to kiss.

"RELEASE THE AUTISM"

Discussions of eating kobolds and the ethics of doing so, for some reason?

*little elf fella waving at the Orc Chief who just slaughtered a kobold infront of everyone*

Ooze

"Oh god, this music is making me tense" - me, the GM who *intentionally picked the dungeon music to be scary* (It's wesker's theme from the og ps1 resident evil) Anyway, they're 3 sessions in and 2ish sessions away from finally making it out of the dungeon. They are in for a wild ride.

#tabletop #rpg #tabletop games #pathfinder #dungeons and dragons #pathfinder 1e #ttrpg #ttrpg community

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comtedelafere · 11 months

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So I just read this afternoon that Ray Stevenson has died at the age of 58 (which is absolutely no age, the poor fella, what a shock).

I'm not gonna pretend to know much about his back catalogue of work or say I was an especial fan or anything disingenuous like that, but I do really want to talk for a quick moment about the one role I really know and love him for - Porthos in the 2011 adaptation of The Three Musketeers.

Now, I know and you know that this version of The Musketeers is massively unpopular for a whole host of reasons - most notably the silly airship storyline (personally, I have such a well-trained suspension of disbelief that I can 100% deal with the airship aspect of it, but I totally get why it's an unpopular addition to the story) - but I will happily die on the hill that it is the closest combination of writing and portrayal of the Core Four yet (sorry, BBC version). Logan Lerman's d'Artagnan was a cheeky 19-year-old rascal who thought he was all that and a bag of chips and didn't care who knew it. Matthew Macfadyen's Athos was sullen and morose (but in a really hot way obvs, cos yknow - Athos) and didn't waste a word of dialogue. Luke Evans' Aramis was quiet, sober, extremely spiritual and didn't go around trying to seduce everything that moved the whole time.

But Ray Stevenson's Porthos? Oh. Oh this was sublime. Up until this adaptation, Porthos had more often than not been played as the comic relief: the large, overweight, affable drunk of no fixed IQ whose prowess at fighting was more down to luck and subtle slapstick than his good judgement. This version of Porthos couldn't have been further away from those portrayals.

He was a quick-witted, smart, physically powerful and agile fighter, whose hand-to-hand combat skills were so notorious that he never needed to use his sword. My absolute favourite moment that showed this fact so beautifully was at the end of the big fight scene with the Red Guards ("Four against FORTY? And you beat them like a drum?! *snort*!" oh, Louis!) when the Guards were reeling a bit, and trying to decide whether to go another round. At that point, Porthos casually pushed his sword from the scabbard with his thumb by about 2 inches - and that was enough to send the Red Guards running for the hills!! I screamed!! Perfect characterisation!! Porthos to an absolute T!!!!!

Not only that, but his version of Porthos was an unashamed yet impoverished dandy, a dedicated follower of fashion who took his time to choose exactly the right cut of new clothes in exactly the right colours - while his rich, married lover happily picked up the tab for him. He understood the way the right clothes and the right combination of appearance and demeanour in any given scenario could give him the upper hand, not only in fighting but also in all of his interpersonal relationships and encounters.

This is the Porthos I had wanted for years. This is the Porthos I cheered and applauded for when I finally saw the version that had lived in my head all those years had finally made it to the screen.

Don't get me wrong, of course the BBC Musketeers owns a huge part of my heart and soul and I love so much about them - but the 2011 Musketeers was so special because for me it was probably the very first time I finally got to see the Musketeers as the book described them, rather than just as the standard accepted carbon copies that had been passed down by Hollywood over the decades, and which bear little to no resemblance to the actual characters in the book. I have no idea if I've actually seen any of Ray's other performances or not, to be honest. Porthos may not be his finest hour onscreen, I really don't know. It may not be the part he's best known for. But if nothing else, Ray finally gave the world a Porthos that Dumas would have recognised.

Despite the fact the film as a whole was received poorly, his portrayal was a genuine gift, and I am privileged to be able to remember him as having given this Musketeer fangirl the abject joy of finally seeing Porthos played as he should have been all along. Not as a large, loud drunk who was just there to be big, strong and funny - but as a highly skilled, intelligent, audacious soldier with a sharp sense of humour and an even sharper dress sense; and who, rather than simply bringing up the rear as The Other Guy or the Big Fella, showed that he was quite possibly the Musketeers' MVP.

Thank you, Ray. Goodnight, and rest well.

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