hello i have come to adopt all your depictions of skug. every single one im taking them to mcdonalds and therapy maybe thank you kindly
i love how you draw him though its so good. and vile. and corrupted skug. and spiderverse au. and cadaver. all of them. gender and good and i am kissifn them and and-
You are always so nice to me ,,,,
Based human, we love Neim in this household
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Your writing is awesome but like. That's not what we like you for!! In my case I like you bc you're funny af, have great (&similar) taste and can say practically anything in your inbox and never feel judged. Definitely a Hell No on the worthless thing. I get being unable to do something feels like shit tho so I hope you feel better soon 💚💚💚 -✴️
grabs my brain and shakes it
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stillness & hair for oc(s) of your choice <3
Stillness: Answering for Artemis-B312
It tends to vary. There are times where Artemis is more restless, and so she shifts fractionally in her seat or on the spot, her body is tense and poised for flight. This is when she’s apprehensive about a particular situation, or she has more energy and needs to do something to wear herself out.
At other times, she can hold herself so still so as to seem like she’s a statue— not moving, only the faintest indication that she’s breathing and blinking. This is thanks to her training and skill as a marksman and hunter, and it can be unnerving to some to witness.
Hair: Answering for Iskra ’Charulam
Before Iskra lost her adoptive father, she tended to wear her wavy black hair loose and about her shoulders, or tied back in a ponytail whenever she was working on something or training.
However, after her father disappeared ( and was perhaps later killed; she certainly believes him dead ), she began to wear her hair longer, and shaved her head on one side. As well, she dyes it royal blue, the same colour as N’thasan’s armour had been after he broke away from the Covenant, to honour his memory.
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hello !!
if you were a plant, you would be a variegated string of hearts plant. they are literally gorgeous and i love them
now. if u were a flower. u would be a sweet william :D
I didn't know either of these existed and I'm 🥹
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9 12 15 40 :-)
9. tell a story about your childhood
I will answer this separately.
12. what’s some good advice you want to share?
I think if anything, it's try to learn as much as you can about everything. I think most people I know have sort of a progressive idea that they have to be experts on something to be good at it, which I think is nuts.
Larp as a Georgian Gentleman eccentric and become a minor expert in any field that interests you in your spare time.
15. what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?
My house where I live :) lol. I think about being in the mountains and having woods around. Plus I like being in my own kitchen to cook things.
40. any bad habits?
Probably stimulant abuse, stress eating, and being too hard on myself.
Oh I also think everyone knows everything I do. This can make me really resentful if someone disagrees with me when they don't know something.
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do you have any favorite parts from The AU you want to share? 👀
seeing this ask made me go write more of The AU so i had more things to choose from which is why it has taken so long adsjf but ty for asking beloved 🥰 i do have a few favorite parts to share! I'm putting it under a cut bc i am long winded. and chose 4 parts. also just a warning the last one is nsfw🧍but the first 3 are not!
most of what I have written so far is shtola suffering at Cori and Haurche's engagement party, so here is a little bit of that
When she had escaped the happy couple, Y’shtola strode directly to the table of artfully stacked glasses of champagne. She plucked one by the stem and was deciding whether it would be improper to down the whole thing at once, if no one saw her, when someone beside her said, “They certainly make a picturesque pair, do they not?”
How often had she heard that same sentiment throughout the night? If she never heard those words again, ‘twould be too soon. Yet she could not doubt the words either. Though the details were difficult to decipher by aether alone, she could see the flattering cut of Corisande’s dress, the long sleeves trimmed in lace and the floor length skirt that swirled about their legs as they danced. Silver blue, Tataru had informed her with an annoyingly dreamy sigh, to match Haurchefant’s eyes. Y’shtola could picture it all in her mind with an irritating clarity—the icy blue of their dress against their cool brown skin, wine-red hair braided into a crown ribboned with pink, mismatched green eyes alight as they greeted their guests. The man himself cut a dashing figure at their side as they moved through the party together, the two of them effortlessly kind and endearing, and endlessly besotted. Picturesque hardly began to describe it.
“They certainly do,” Y’shtola said, and tipped her glass, swallowing half of the contents at once.
personally I am v amused by the detail Shtola goes into about Cori and then is just like 'Haurche is there too.'
also am fond of this convo with Artoirel where he and Shtola are sort of talking past each other/about different things but she doesn't know what it is he means
Artoirel failed to stifle his scoff. “His favored child caught the heart and the hand of the Champion of Eorzea. Any parent would be pleased with the status that affords them by association, would they not?”
“I don’t see any reason their title should matter, aside from as a testament to their character.” Y’shtola did not care for the direction this conversation was taking, nor for the tone he was taking regarding Corisande.
“Haurchefant certainly thinks much of it, as does my father,” Artoirel answers, an edge underlying his words. Y’shtola narrowed her eyes, but before she could press the matter, he continued, in the same dry tone as earlier. “The arrangement is to Corisande’s benefit as well, at least when it comes to their ventures in Ishgard. It is no small thing to marry a Count’s son.”
“Corisande and Haurchefant are in love,” Y’shtola said neutrally, though the words hurt her to speak. She could not discern the reason for his obvious disdain of the engagement, but Corisande was the most genuine person she knew, and she would not let him suggest there were any ulterior motives where she knew there to be none. “I can assure you she does not care for any benefits a title may bring.
and a little bit of friendly flirting conversation
Even the words she spoke kindled something warm in Y’shtola’s chest. They were looking for her. “Did you need something?”
“Only the pleasure of your company,” Corisande answered sincerely, and offered Y’shtola her arm. Y’shtola did not hesitate to take it, and Corisande began to guide them through the crowd. “I have hardly seen you all night, though I’d hoped to find you earlier. Pray tell me you don’t feel I’ve made you fend for yourself against the Ishgardian nobility.”
Y’shtola leaned against Corisande as they walked—as much as she could, anyway, with the difference in their height. “I do not feel abandoned. Not by you, at any rate. Tataru and Alphinaud, on the other hand, left me behind without a second thought, and shall be hearing from me later.”
“Do not tell me you have been completely alone all night,” Corisande said with a laugh. “I fear that shall only make me more keen to make it up to you.”
“Worry not, there has been no shortage of people to converse with,” Y’shtola answered, pleased by the teasing tone they had taken, and ignoring the hopeful skip of her heartbeat. What was there to hope for? “Though I shall happily play the part of the woefully abandoned, if only to know how you intended to make it up to me.”
okay LAST ONE!!! and this one is uh. smut. so. stop here if u do not want to read that ladsjf from the first time they sleep together
She breaks away from their mouth and kisses their neck, spurred on by the soft noises each one draws forth. Corisande is pliant beneath her lips and her hands, going easily when she guides them onto their back with a gentle touch. It’s only when she has pressed kisses halfway down their chest that she truly appreciates the deep-V neckline of their nightgown, and something clicks in the back of her mind.
Her hand traces the fine lace of their neckline, following it down the valley between their breasts until she meets the small bow tied beneath them. ‘Twas not unusual for Corisande to dress in lace trimmed clothing, nor was it an exaggeration to say half their wardrobe was composed of short skirts and dresses. But the combination of clothing choice and the hour at which she had shown up to Y’shtola’s door made a compelling case for her suspicions.
Y’shtola plucks at their gown. “Did you wear this for my sake?”
“Yes,” they admit, slightly breathless.
“You are aware that the finer visual details are rather lost on me, yes?” she traces the lace detailing over their chest again, pleased by the shake in their voice when they answer.
“I admit when I came here tonight I was rather hoping for a t—“ their breath hitches when Y’shtola cups their breast, savoring the cool silk of their gown under her hand. “A tactile experience.”
Y’shtola laughs, though she cannot help but be pleased by the confirmation of what she already knows. Corisande wants her, they made an effort for her.
She slips her hand back under their gown, past the waist of their underwear. “‘Tis fortunate, then, that I am happy to oblige.”
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You seem intimidatingly cool. Anyway I love your art, do you have any other artist suggestions/fave artists?
omgg tyyy anon <33 I promise I’m not as scary as i pretend to be~
Im blessed to have so many talented friends & mutuals! I’ll shoutout a few that come to mind
A few artist friends :> @demondamage @emmettnet @lumpsbumpsandwhumps @hidden-dreamland @the-bloody-sadist
a few blogs i haven’t talked to personally but that don’t mean I can’t stare at your art like 0.0 I am l o o k i n gggg : @punishthemplease @linecrosser @coyotehusk
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