this chapter has been so absolutely nuts that I actually low-key forgot that I had a couple of new UM posters to do! wild! anyway, I gotta think about Lilia's some more, so here is my beautiful electric crocodile son in the meantime. god I hope this reads properly
(I went with Volt to go with his name, but there's a Bolt version too in the print-size folder!)
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ok this took me like. a solid 7 months to finally attempt to draw but ever since that initial post i actually wanted to draw my own take on techno if he was a bit messed up and Full Of Sulphur. except i cant draw anything that doesnt look squishy, so i didnt feel like i *could*
i still cant but i tried anyways jkhfkg
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oh I'm down bad
Dexon; Dark Urge, Talos War Cleric with a chaotic streak that unfortunately feeds the impulses. Only keeps his party alive because they're more useful breathing. I don't think a romance would be good for anyone
Therius; Vengeance Paladin, blunt and sometimes stern but with a soft spot for the little guys. Not above intimidating people to get the right thing done. Will eventually fall for Astarion once they both open up more
Aava; College of Lore Bard, quick to soothe tempers but slow to trust. She's carrying more blackmail than she'll ever admit, and will use it to keep herself safe and alive. Somehow finds herself already crushing on Karlach despite her own innate paranoia
I do plan on making at least 2 more: a dragonborn Dark Urge who will actually fight to be good, and a gnome for the sake of doing the 12 multi-classes and all the silly/stupid options.
But now back to Elamrael!
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on one hand, I am fully aware that these guys are an easter egg referencing the 'Commando' profession April Fool's joke from ages long past, but on the other:
these guys are dead ringers for the Tideturners' scouting parties that routinely travel into parallel Tyrias for recon purposes and explore fractals to obtain resources for the Turnabout, so I'm just gonna headcanon that they're a recon squad from the Tideturners who got very, very lost.
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me in 2020: motivated to finish a fic before it gets jossed by canon madison
me in 2021: motivated to finish a fic before it gets jossed by canon madison
me in 2022: motivated to finish a fic before it gets jossed by canon madison
me in 2023: motivated to finish a fic before --
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OHOHOHOHOH THAUMIEL READER…. it’s so funny to imagine the foundation suffering like “what do you MEAN that’s not a keter what the fuck we had everything set up and now they’re the EARTH?? fuck this”
there’s a ton of horror stuff that we could go with for this but also. i love the idea of teyvat being like “where creator?? where creator go???” and the answer being the creator is currently being used as a jail. they’ll be back in a bit just wait for them to do a little containment breach.
and then i also had the thought “if the universe bends in the reader’s favor…. what if that somewhat applies to other scps’ powers as well” which THEN led to the thought of “what if the foundation purposefully pits you with dangerous scps to see how well your powers can protect you and if they extend to people around you” because we love a bit of unethical experimentation in this house!
should i be paying attention to my innovation class? maybe. but this is more important - teddy anon
honestly the entire wing of the foundation is real tempted to retire
“do a little containment breach” as if it couldn’t end up a world-ending calamity event-
honestly i’d hate to be the guy that accidentally discovered that reader wasn’t a keter class. like their shackles suddenly gain extra links so they can reach for something they’d been planning on using as leverage (like a “if you cooperate you get this”) and the researcher just…. double checks their notes, the guidelines on the floor, their notes saying they shouldn’t be able to reach beyond the red line but the leverage a good foot beyond that- they just stand and leave, clipboard in hand, not looking forward to the hellish meeting that’ll have to follow
experiments follow, testing how far your powers reach, eventually bringing in one of the safer scps. i’m blanking on any example, but they slowly ramp up and up, testing just how far reality is willing to bend for you. scp 173 is brought in, but doenst move when you look towards fhe researcher behind the glass, counting your peripheral vision as “looking”.
they take you to scp 3008 but none of the workers bother you, you’re able to find the exit with ease, unharmed, blåhaj in hand.
you name him finley.
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Remembering them olden days when games would come with little books explaining the game mechanics to you and how now a days everything is engrained in the game itself.
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