This image is taken directly from the fic (linked below), it’s one of my favorite scenes when Roman starts contemplating his choices.
This one is a sort of conceptual design piece of two cool outfits for Janus and Roman as they go off to adventure together in the (slightly idealized) future :D
This is just a headshot of Janus with the cool snake tattoo and his hair all up in a nice bun and out of his face. It’s transparent too if you want him to stare at you from another backdrop lol
Last and least one I did on my phone, it’s much lower quality than the others, and it’s a fantasy idea of Janus and Roman as fancy spies or something similar :D
These were all made for the Sanders Sides big bang for @the-princey-pie ‘s fic, their masterpost for that is linked here!
Thanks so much for @ts-storytime for organizing the event, check out their blog for more fics and art!
Image id time! under the cut
Image one: Roman sits with his left side facing the viewer, left knee bent and propping up his left arm as he looks into a fire set up in a fireplace made of round stones. Sparks fly up and partially obscure Roman. He wears a puffy sleeved white shirt, a leather vest, brown pants, and blue-grey wool socks. He has a contemplative look on his face and his hair is short with a center part. The backdrop is made of shades of blue, with the foreground being dirt covered in gold light from the fire. Roman casts a long shadow and the words “But if Janus was the good guy, what did that say about Roman?” superimposed in gold over the dark Prussian blue background.
Image two: similar background in shades of blue, the sky has two sets of clouds separated by a bright patch of sunlight, which lights the image. Janus and Roman stand on a cliff overlooking two receding hills drawn in shades of blue. Roman has his back to the viewer and is wearing a red cape with a gold shoulder-cover over a white shirt, green belt and brown pants. His feet are out of frame and he holds a brown walking stick that comes up to his shoulders. Janus’s torso and hips face the viewer, but he is facing away towards the hills. He points with his left hand towards the horizon and his right hand is on his hip. He is wearing sage green pants, forest green boots with gold trim, a red belt, a forest green corset with gold trim, a pair of forest green forearm braces with gold trim, and a sage green turtleneck tank top under the corset. His hair is platinum blond and is tied in a half-ponytail at the base of his skull, leaving it half up half down with one strand hanging in front of his shoulder on his right side. both figures are featureless and done in block colors.
Image three: A headshot of a man with a green and gold snake tattooed across the left side of his face. The head of the snake is above his left eyebrow with its jaws open wide, showing off fangs and its tongue. The snake curves around his temple, curving twice down the front of his cheek, ending with its tail curved up just below his bottom lip on his left side. his hair is up in a high bun on the crown of his head and it is platinum blond. There is one strand of hair untucked draping across the right side of his face, coming to rest above his right ear. He has green eyes with yellow flecks and he stares at the viewer. he is white and the drawing is lined with thick strokes, and shaded in a painterly style. The snake is in a different linework style than the rest of the image, closer to an ink drawing or tattoo than the rest of the image. There is no background.
Image four: This image is more pixelated than the rest, the lines are messy and there is no variation in line width. It shows two figures dancing, both pulling weapons out from behind them. Janus is on the viewer’s right with Roman on the left. Janus wears a red dress with white bird patterning. It is a sleeveless turtleneck with a slit up the thigh on the viewer’s left. Janus has a snake tattooed across the left side of his face, starting at the brow ridge and ending under his lip. He has muscled arms, and his right arm is reaching behind him to pull a gold-handled knife out of his hair. He his wearing his platinum-blonde hair in a half-up half down style and has a teasing smirk on his face. Roman stands chest-to-chest with Janus and wears a gold tuxedo top with tails over the top of a puffy-sleeved shirt with a ruffle down the front and a white collar. He has on dark ultramarine blue pants and his shoes are out of frame. He reaches behind his back, hiding a sword which peeks out from behind him at his shoulder. The sword is Greek-style with a wide section at the end of the blade and a thin section in the center of the length. It has a fuller down the center and both sides are sharpened as well as the tip. He makes eye contact with Janus and scowls with his eyebrows while he smirks with his lips. his hair is short, coming up to a shelf in the back with a center part in the front. the background is a red and black radial gradient above a white and gold linear gradient imitating a low-detail ballroom. The characters are surrounded by a golden glow to separate them from the backdrop.
Thank you for reading!
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Tired and on a train right now but im thinking about raiden sooo much. I love mgs2 its a horror trans allegory to me
Raiden is so transfem imo. Shes been forced into this masculine roll her whole life and it comes to a head in mgs2 when shes placed in the huge role of solid snake. Now snake himself doesn’t even embody this huge macho persona hes made out to be. “The perfect soldier” solidified by shadow moses and only “corrupted afterwards. Raiden is forced to take on this overwhelming masculine role, a test subject meant to be the next generation of unstoppable strong men.
Raiden’s story is one of a struggle with self identity and being able to live a life for himself, and this can be read trans or cis, but its so so interesting for me to read it as trans. Going along with the headcanon that solid snake is transmasc, taking control of his genes as “the failed twin” and forging his own life; his speech to raiden at the end of mgs2 feels like an older trans person giving advice to someone who hasn’t realized themself yet. Live your own life, find out who you are, we dont determine what the next generation is all we can do is bring them into a better more understanding world. Dont try to be me and dont let them force you to be me. Its ok to not be masculine. (Sidenote this speech and the one at the end of mgs1 is what makes mgs4 so out of place and terrible but thats another conversation)
Anyway long story short i really love raiden as transfem. I think it fits well with her storyline, making her own identity, and breaking away from this deadly masculine roll shes been forced into her whole life.
Wrapping back around to mgs2 being a horror game to me, it feels like the culmination of a psychological horror story. Cant site specifics rn cause i havent been through the whole game in a while, but raidens story feels like a constant disconnect of identity (for trans and trauma reasons). Mgs2 is a scheme created specifically to shatter Raiden into the mold they want for her. Psychological horror meant to make her question her personality, her reality, and her choices. That can be used as a very good allegory to going through the most internally violent depressive depersonalization period before coming to terms with your identity.
Setting aside the rest of her story for a minute, i think after mgs2 she takes a little while to figure herself out. She was already a little femmy before and doesnt change much. Imo shes transfem nonbinary specifically. I think she prefers to be a bit androgynous it makes her feel good. But she gets more comfortable with openly wearing more fem stuff, and allowing herself to be more vunerable with herself and others. She gets happier :) she figures it out
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random oc stuff of the day #4: Pokémon AU, but not explorers
I think it would be funny if the sun and moon siblings found a cosmog on the side of the road and just adopted it. They don’t train it or anything its just this weird cloud thing that’s now in their care
In the explorers au, the cosmog would evolve into a Solgaleo, since Crimson would be taking care of it the most, and Violet…well she isn’t doing the best
Otherwise, in the regular pokémon au (i sometimes join rps so i’ll use this one if i want my ocs in an rp), Cosmog evolves into a Lunala. They both take care of it together, but Violet is closest to it and she was the one to notice it in the first place.
In the normal pokémon AU, Violet wants to become a pokémon professor, and Crimson is still figuring out what he wants to do, but he does want to continue his journey, and uncover mysterious of not-well known pokémon with Violet.
Have a low effort meme of when Violet meets up with the rest of trio after Lunala evolved
Also also, not doing this daily, just whenever I get ideas lol.
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⤿ synposis: you can't ever leave the house without giving toji a kiss good-bye.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: fluff fluff fluff. (toji x fem!reader, established relationship, pet names used ( girl, baby, doll) toji's just in love idk. i wrote the majority of this at like 1 am nd barely proofread!!) wc ⇀ around 0.7k!
"girl", toji drawls, cerulean orbs trained on your figure by the front door. he’s manspread on your living room sofa, sitcom on the tv screen long forgotten as he turns his body around, all his attention on you and only you. “aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”
“hmm? what are you talking about, baby?” you keep your head low while you fumble with your stilettos, a hand on the wall for balance as you finally slip it onto your stocking-clad foot, the last step before you head out for your shift, the sun just peeking over the horizon.
of course, you know exactly what toji’s talking about. it doesn’t matter where you’re going or whether you’ll be back in ten minutes or a few hours, whether he’s in deep sleep or in the middle of an intense workout session — toji expects a kiss good-bye before you leave the apartment you share. he’s real strict about it too, he doesn’t accept any excuses, no if’s, an’s or buts.
does knowing all this stop you from testing the dark-haired man? absolutely not.
“i packed my work-bag last night and i have the car keys right here, looks like i’ve got-“
“now you know that’s not what i’m talkin’ about,” toji deadpans, completely unamused. barely keeping up the act, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling. “don’t play dumb with me, baby.”
you do just that — tilt your head all cute and innocent as you furrow your brows, crossing your arms against your blouse. “i’m being serious though! i dont know what you’re talking about, i swear.”
“girl, please.” toji scoffs, scarred lip almost turned in a scowl. he’s always so sassy when you start to annoy him. “ya really stress me out, y’know that?” in a quick motion, he stands up, stretching out his long arms before he turns to face you. “you don’t know, huh? c’mere and let me remind you, then.”
toji’s tilts his head down. with low eyes and a coy smirk on his handsome face, he beckons you close with a single finger.
you can’t hide your smile now, it spreads ear to ear as you bounce over to him, the click clacking of your heels resounding on the hardwood floor until you reach the plush carpet where toji stood. he wastes no time, cupping his hands on the globes of your ass and tugs your body flush against his. toji’s so warm — he’s shirtless and all his sculpted muscles are on display, flexing when your cold hands glide across his pecs to snake around his neck.
toji leans down and his plump pink lips meet your glossed ones, the strawberry-flavored gloss sat sweet on his tastebuds but he prefers your taste instead, sliding his tongue through your slightly-parted lips with hopes to satisfy his glutinous craving and he’s not disappointed when your tongues mingle. “mm.” never tired of that saccharine taste, toji grunts into your mouth, taking his time kissing you — oddly soft and gentle.
toji pulls away and your lips part, only separated by a string of sticky saliva before he goes back in, giving you one, two, three quick pecks before he’s had his fill.
soft pants fill the air as toji holds you close, foreheads touching. “that jog your memory?”
toji rolls his eyes when you hum happy ‘mmhm!’ in response, hands rubbing on his broad shoulders, your fingertips ghosting the sharp line of his jaw. “you’re a pain in my ass…” he huffs, and you burst into a fit of giggles at his annoyed expression, unable to contain it anymore. it’s just so adorable — an infectious melody that toji prays he’ll continue to hear, for many years to come.
“lucky y’er so fuckin’ pretty . . next time i won’t go so easy on ya.” as if to seal the promise, he lands a heavy smack! on your ass. “toji!” you squeal out, the force of it propels you forward, temple thumping on his toned chest.
it was his turn to chuckle now, soothing the blow with a gentle rub of his palm prior to kissing the crown of your head. “now that i got my kisses . . s’time for you to head out, doll. don’t wanna be late again, hm?”
i'm finally back after disappearing for like a thousand years yayyy (don't beat me up yall pls)
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