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when Variks said [insect-like chattering]. I felt that
variks arriving in revenant
Archie! Some more Destiny 2 art made during my summer break when I had some time off.
A bit of a late Halloween picture inspired by the festival fo the lost.
With the help having a portal straight into the Last City at the moment, I got the thought of little Eliksni kids visiting Failsafe for trick or treating tickled me.
Eido getting involved too.
look at the hatchlings!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!
DESTINY 2: SEASON OF THE SERAPH
Our end begins.
I think i want to rewrite the fic i did with Nahcurii and Misraaks.
Some self-indulgent fanfiction about how she fled House of Salvation to House of Light and the moment her eyes met Misraaks' the two were connected on a deep level.
I have this scene in my head where she's just gotten on the main ketch and she's reading the poor vandal on duty in the hanger the riot act because she's been "conducting management of House medical resources for hundreds of years for three different houses and this..? This right here? Is the sorriest intake procedure I've ever seen! Do you even have beds ready for the wounded? Do you have ether? Where is your Kell's second-in-command? What do you mean it's your scribe! Fine! Where is she? Where is your Kell? Where is anyone? We have bloody wounded here and your the only person they sent?"
Then she notices the others looking over her shoulder and she would pale if she weren't already snow colored and she's just like, "the Kell is behind me, isn't he."
And he, in his deep, wonderful voice is just like, "Yes. I take it you're the Master Healer?"
And she turns, and everyone is holding their breath, or snickering, but then her eyes meet his and the two just.... know each other.
Fast-forward to the end of this season when Misraaks dies and she is just beside his body utterly broken, because she thought she could take his death. She could make it after burying the third love of her life, this one literally her other half, and she is crumpled and refusing ether as she realizes... no, she can't. Not again.
No, she has very soft, limp hair since her body is poor at utilizing karitin. She is considered "soft shelled" along with being albino, and her shell is more like touching a thick callous, or a toenail at it's thickest. I will admit that I tend to make her hair more luxurious and thick, but as she is a bundle of mutations, that can be chalked up to that as an excuse.
Since certain models have hair and other's don't, I think they they probably either bic their heads so as to be more comfortable under a helmet, or some have more hair then others. But that's just basing it on in-game models so
I think i want to rewrite the fic i did with Nahcurii and Misraaks.
Some self-indulgent fanfiction about how she fled House of Salvation to House of Light and the moment her eyes met Misraaks' the two were connected on a deep level.
I have this scene in my head where she's just gotten on the main ketch and she's reading the poor vandal on duty in the hanger the riot act because she's been "conducting management of House medical resources for hundreds of years for three different houses and this..? This right here? Is the sorriest intake procedure I've ever seen! Do you even have beds ready for the wounded? Do you have ether? Where is your Kell's second-in-command? What do you mean it's your scribe! Fine! Where is she? Where is your Kell? Where is anyone? We have bloody wounded here and your the only person they sent?"
Then she notices the others looking over her shoulder and she would pale if she weren't already snow colored and she's just like, "the Kell is behind me, isn't he."
And he, in his deep, wonderful voice is just like, "Yes. I take it you're the Master Healer?"
And she turns, and everyone is holding their breath, or snickering, but then her eyes meet his and the two just.... know each other.
Fast-forward to the end of this season when Misraaks dies and she is just beside his body utterly broken, because she thought she could take his death. She could make it after burying the third love of her life, this one literally her other half, and she is crumpled and refusing ether as she realizes... no, she can't. Not again.
Do you think they've explored each others' bodies
Found a Mithrax doodle in my sketchbook 🤲
few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again
#it's because of entitlement. they don't believe their own conduct will close doors for them because every door remains open all the time#i've had classmates call me fucking slurs and then sit down next to me at the lunch table expecting me to small talk with them#it's because these actions don't have consequences for them. why would they believe otherwise#do you know a conservative who talks like this? introduce consequences into their life
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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.
other things I'm bitching about but which could still be useful as writing advice for 1 eyed characters:
2. they're going to favor their sighted side, obviously, but it doesn't always manifest in the way you think. when I walk down a hall I walk much closer to the wall on my sighted side than on my blind side. which is the opposite of how it might seem logical to do that bc it means the world at large is on your bad side, but the reason is I can't fucking See the wall if it's right next to me in the blind side and I end up knocking into it.
3. door frames and poles are my enemy. If your character is smart this will not be a problem but for me it is. I am King of walking into shit I could absolutely see but couldn't tell how far away from me it was. on this note, their blind side hand is getting bashed into every jutting out thing in a 5 mile radius.
4. having 0 depth perception is less of a big deal than you'd think it is. Especially with driving. I've become a Much safer and more wary driver because I can't tell how far the other cars are from me. however I fucking suck at parking now. because I can't tell how far the lines are from me either.
5. you know how people who lose limbs get phantom pains? that happens with eyes too but like. phantom sights. for me it's like. a lot of bugs. like every so often my brain will just put something suddenly skittering beside me there. hate that.
6. it is completely possible to "get stuck" somewhere because your ability to tell how wide a space is is just Gone. shopping isles especially where bumping something or Someone is matter of embarrassment or potentially breaking something. it can be legitimately paralyzing and also irritate everyone around you because they can tell there is Plenty of space for you to get your cart through even if you can't.
7. if the eye is still in their skull it can still be the normal kind of painful. Glares off of shiny surfaces causing weird sharp pains you can't figure out the cause of are genuinely one of gods greatest tests of my patience.
I too am missing my eye and have advice. But first:
OP I've been missing my eye for 18 years and because of you I'm just now noticing that my neck does in fact list left. Now I will live with that knowledge forever.
1) depth perception issues are more severe if you lose the eye on the same side as your dominant hand. I lost my left eye and am right handed, and only have problems with close-up things. Like pouring water or threading a needle. Sometimes putting the pump in for gas. Walking down stairs is a huge problem I have (walking up is fine), but unlike OP I don't have issues with doorways. Depth perception is different for everyone
2) I've completely lost my eye and need to wear eye patches, no fake eye here. People like me do still rub their "eyes." We also usually say "eyes" and "contacts." Except for comedic effect
3) the people that are in your life with regularity just... forget you have only one eye. Even if, like me, you wear obvious eye patches. This means they get confused when people asked what happened. They'll walk on your blind side and get snippy when you run into them. When my sister learned how to cross her eyes she ask me if I could do it, and it took so much coaching for her understand why my answer was no, and that I would not be "just trying." So don't write everyone around them constantly noticing. Most people don't
Hey you Eramis fanfic writers....
Have some fun writing info ::3
i love disappearing for 3288392843832884392893447 months and then coming back with a reference sheet for an oc i suddenly cooked up. anyway, here's my devil splicer! i plan to write a mock lorebook for her, so keep an eye out for that.
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Perfection
Now can I have these as a png with transparent background so I can add them to the stickers in my discord server 😆
im going to have a stroke
Instead try… Person A: You know… the thing Person B: The “thing”? Person A: Yeah, the thing with the little-! *mutters under their breath* Como es que se llama esa mierda… THE FISHING ROD
As someone with multiple bilingual friends where English is not the first language, may I present to you a list of actual incidents I have witnessed:
Bilingual characters are great but if you’re going to use a linguistic blunder, you have to really understand what they actually blunder over. And it’s usually 10x funnier than “Ooops it’s hard to switch back.”