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damnfandomproblems · 2 years
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not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead
Making a comment to get this to post.
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v-anrouge · 1 year
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what if i killed luan huh what if i put him on a coma what if i made him get hurt rlly bad
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ewatsonia · 2 years
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Messy sketch to kinda like. visualize what Alexa's soul looks like post doom weapon corruption.
Some assorted Thoughts about the corruption under the cut
I'm operating on an idea i like where your soul color corresponds to the element you have a natural affinity for. As almost guaranteed in her family, Alexa has one for light, so pale yellow for the base of her soul! Irony!
Not all the corruption is visible on her physical form.(no differences in skin tone or anything) Just the eyes, hair and wings.
On that subject, the wings are a part of her soul now. The way i imagine it, they emerged from the corruption as it spread on her back, growing physical ones with them. I'm not entirely sure what would happen if you were to say. amputate the physical wings, though I think there’d still be a presence somehow.
I feel like were it to spread further, some additional physical changes might be sharp teeth if it spread to her mouth and claws if it spread to her hands. Mostly because i think that'd be Cool, and that's the logic i was operating on when i designed her. why stop now.
The spreading mostly stopped when she put down the doom weapon for good, and completely halted thanks to her bond with Aegis sort of stabilizing her soul
Even if it isn't everywhere, because of the strength of the corruption darkness has overpowered light as her element and she's actually weak to it now. It straight up burns, even if you're trying to heal her. Yes she found that out the hard way.
When actively using the doom weapon, Alexa’s eyes glowed and had black sclera.This would also happen now if she used darkness magic, even if it wasn’t doom related.
If Alexa wanted to use regular darkness magic, it’d be pretty powerful. She won’t though.
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cherryfull · 6 months
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Werewolf/vamp butch4butch couple
(Wolf is she/her vamp is they/them)
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mariiio · 2 months
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Nom nom
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steamclouds · 20 days
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Rotating the Waterdeep Wedding in my brain (wip)
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sporeclan · 3 months
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Lots of little things here and there this time around!
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little-paperhat · 2 months
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time to get up
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artsoflilo1 · 3 months
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New character for a new storyyyyy 🙈🙈🙈🙈 These two are gonna be a part of a college assignment I’m working on. Hope you guys like them!
I also did a bunch of thumbnail sketches of them in different scenarios. Kinda rushed it, so sorry if it’s too sloppy to make out 💀 I’ll probably end up making cleaner sketches of them later
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spicynectarines · 5 months
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Mikkian twins based on jellyfish
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15-lizards · 7 months
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Westerosi-sonas are so funny like. I’m gonna input myself into the most crapsack world ever. I’m gonna reform the canon so I can imagine myself as the minor lord of a shitty keep. This is Harlan he got sent to the wall for sodomy and lost all of his toes to frostbite. Here’s Aenon he was murdered like saint Sebastian during the blackfyre rebellions. Wynnafred is a repressed lesbian married into the riverlands ofc and will fall in love with a tomboy daughter of a high lord before dying of Woman in ASOIAF Disease
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aeriscallanga · 2 years
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Have to be more careful in RP these days 😳
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futileflimflam · 7 months
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sun-snatcher · 2 months
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YOUR MEDIC!READER X JET HAS BREATHED LIFE INTO ME. MAKE THEM HOLD HANDS. I BEG. THE PINING IS INSANE. The atla jet fandom is DRY so you're doing god's work out here 😭 😭 (Or anything tbh! I'm absolutely in love with your writing 😭❤️)
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🌾 ・ HAND IN LOVING HAND
summ. Jet comes into a dawning realisation. It starts with a mission gone wrong. pairing. Jet x f!medic!reader w.count. 0.7k ( just a blurb! ) a/n. Ask and you shall receive! I’m so glad you love medic!reader as much as I do!
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He figures, later, that it might have started with Operation: Creeping Cricket. 
Courtesy to Smellerbee for the unique mission name, ofcourse. 
That had involved, to date: A handful of Freedom Fighters itching for a fight, an imprisoned pair of orphan twins they’d planned to break out, a couple of dumb Fire Nation spies, and the leaky walls they called the borders of Omashu. 
Except, ofcourse, it wouldn’t be a mission without a series of unfortunate events, of which occurred: a storm that changed Sneers’ accurately-predicted course of said Fire Nation spies, which meant their little hostages that they’d come to rescue would be headed down a different path, which also meant their traps lining on the trail towards the borders of Omashu— that The Duke had spent a frustratingly long amount of time setting up— would be rendered useless.
They settled on a brute force ambush instead, much to your disdain; you were, after all, a better healer than you were a fighter.
“This was a terrible—!” You pause to dodge a burst of white hot flames from a Fire Nation soldier. The rain is quick to dampen their efforts, luckily for you. “This was a terrible plan, Jet!”
He strains to hear you underneath the torrent. “Don’t blame me, Pipsqueak started it! Duck!”
You duck. Another spy crumples behind you, thanks to the swing of Jet’s tiger blades, and as the soldier lands on the ground— that’s when you notice it; the quaking rumble of earth, the jumping of stones.
Earth Kingdom Guards have caught wind.
In the distance, Longshot produces a birdcall from high above— shrill and piercing, one that’s rarely ever been used amongst the rebellion— a warning. Retreat. The Freedom Fighters are outnumbered. Scatter. 
The ground erupts beneath you, and you scream. You practically sweep Jet off his feet as you snatch his hand and take off to higher ground to avoid the rising tempest. Hot on your heels, both of you can feel the snap and crackle of roots tearing deep underneath as the kingdom guards begin their manhunt. 
“Quick!” you urge, as he trips over his footing. You glance at him over your shoulder, giving him a squeeze in your intertwined fingers as you check, “Hey, you hurt?”
“I— uh, no,” he stumbles, for some reason. Nothing but superficial cuts and bruises, anyway. He’ll live. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
It could’ve been minutes or an hour of just running, he isn’t quite sure— he’s too busy noting how your hands fit awfully perfect against his, and how despite the rain and muck, you still managed to look... collected. (Collected, he thinks, because he refused to admit anything unforgivably romantic.) Jet lets himself be led across the maze of woodland and grass, and catches himself wondering whether the hand holding had been a conscious move at all.
At the time, he’d decided it didn’t matter. 
It shouldn’t, Jet had reasoned to himself, as you tugged him underneath an overhang and into a hidden crevice. Beyond the roguish charm and borderline flirtatious jokes he liked to play at— both of you were, at the end of the day, amidst an unending war. You were the Rebellions’ resident medic, and he was their token leader. There was no time to entertain fairytales and pipedreams.
“I think we lost them,” you pant, peeking over. “Do you think the others are okay?”
Jet looks at you, fights back the urge to tuck the rain-wet strands of your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better; how the light hits your profile and sets your eyes alight, down to the tip of your nose, and to your mud-stained cheeks. Collected. Capable, he reminds himself. Not pretty. Not pretty. Not—
“What’s wrong?” you ask, when you’d caught his gaze. “Jet?”
“Ah. Uh, nothing,” he blinks away— too fast; too quick to hide the obvious lie. “The others can handle themselves. Let’s, let’s wait for the storm to pass.”
This is simply camaraderie, he’d convinced himself, and stifled down the barb of disappointment that crept in him when you were the first to finally let go.
Right?
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strawberridipped · 9 months
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"I don't really wear much anymore, but luckily Mistress found another use for all my ribbons! She's soooo much smarter than me~ I'm so lucky to belong to her!"
Another drawing of the pet princess from a while ago! (Also would anyone be willing to commission a sketch like this for ~15-20 dollars? And if not what should I price them at? I would like money in order to make purchases gkfnsbs)
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platoniccereal · 1 year
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whenever hawke arrives at skyhold and learns that cassandra interrogated varric, i imagine their conversations going only like they would go with a cop and a lawyer.
cassandra says literally anything, and hawke leans to varric and goes, ”what did you tell her about X?” “i told you went into the Evil Cave and killed a bunch of folks there”, and then hawke would go “i went into the Evil Cave and killed a bunch of folks there,” without blinking, back to cassandra. every time she can hear the whole conversation. varric is just hawke's lawyer. they check their legend constantly. cassandra may ask what is in hawke's grocery list, and hawke would just instantly turn his gaze to varric. hawke literally won't agree to speak to any authority in skyhold without him.
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