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oddthesungod · 22 days

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painted piece of my lil desert Kobold Druid, Cricket (they/them), using the Erupting Earth spell! I only played with them in a one-shot game but I still love them! ❤️✨

#dnd #dnd art #dnd oc art #oc art #oc: cricket #kobold #honse doodles #I tried going from greyscale to colors with this one #and it was something I never got to work properly for me #could never figure it out and the colors would always come out muddy as hell #but I think I figured it out for this one!! very happy with the end result!

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campbell-rose · 5 months

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Alastor Redesign

Omg there’s like over 70 people following me – guys I'm o///O flattered and flabbergasted.

Anyway, onto today’s main event, Alastor. I hate Alastor’s og design, I hate his twig waist and his shoulder pads and the way you can’t see his antlers next to his ears, and his bow tie ugh viv please and his HAIR what even is that??? Not even mentioning that nothing about his design is really like a focal point. There’s no one thing that’s particularly interesting. At least before this he had that cathedral window looking cross on his undershirt that I found interesting. Nothing about his says he’s from the 1930’s other than dialogue.

I wanted him to be in greyscale because that’s the coolest aesthetic, and colored photos weren’t a thing until way after the 30s. Recently I saw jjk, and Jogo’s teeth threw me because at some points I thought he was just straight up toothless. But then when I started this design, that colored tooth look spoke to me. Initially his teeth were yellow to look gross like he never brushes them, but then I was like ‘ayo wait, he’s literally a cannibal’, thus his vibrant red teeth to really pop against his greyscale. Initially his undershirt was white, but I feel like that was too much contrast and white is typically innocence, so by instead having a deep red it shows he’s just straight up bloodthirsty underneath his formal appearance. I also considered it being black, but then he looked like a pastor, and I wasn’t too much of a fan of it. The idea of the red on his design is that it leads your eye down his design to take it all in, with his face being the focus. I gave him glasses because I like the way it obscures his eyes a bit and I imagine they do the anime thing where they glow and hide his eyes. I liked Viv’s idea of sinners having marks where they died, and I slicked his hair back to show it off very prominently. His antlers are larger, I gave him cute lil deer ears. Also, under his suit he is lowkey buff. I feel like a serial killer should at least look physically capable of taking someone down not whatever the fuck viv’s nasty twig men can do. Like, in that comic with the cute sheep girl, when Alastor goes demon mode his body looks so snappable I just wanna like grab his waist in my hands and break it like a twig. I also tried to keep his design simple as if this were for animation, I know pinstripes are complicated and so are antlers but other than that I tried to keep his design basic.

If I were to rewrite him based solely on the pilot, I honestly wouldn’t change a thing. Alastor is a decent character, his voice actor gives him life, the radio filter is cool, and nothing he did made me want to break my screen (ANGELDUST). The only thing I'd change would be his position in hell. Like, viv’s hell is so wack and I hate it, she’s got the princes, then the goetia and the overlords and then sinners and blah blah, it’s a lot to keep track of, not even mentioning the rings and circles thing. I think Alastor should have had dealings with hell as a human, maybe he routinely did sacrifices or something, and he made a deal with the archdemon Alastor and when he died like... uuhhhhhhh. Maybe through connections he’s gained more power? Idk, I just know I hate the idea of his dying and then having like the bestest most powerful demon powers despite not being hellborn. It’s got this mary sue stench. I’ll figure it out, maybe, who knows.

I’m not gonna start rewriting since there’s nothing to go off of and alter yet, so that’s gonna have to wait until the show actually drops before anything concrete happens lol.

Also the sheep girl is a sinner that reoccurs in the show now so sorry I don’t make the rules, you can’t give me a cute sheep girl and try to take her away, I’m gonna redesign her and shove her into the plot as someone looking for redemption at the hotel

#anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel redesign #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #alastor the radio demon

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thewinterpillarhashira · 3 months

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i had a lot more free time than usual today..so i ended up completing a request with even more detail than what i typically go for.

not to say that it was far from my artstyle- in fact, it is somewhat a 'variation' of my style, as this is how it looks only when I've finished rendering n all. basically, the difference is that this was done in achromatic.

@night-mince0, i'm kinda dissapointed with how the mouths turned out ngl

a riri and asai interaction! I'm guessing this is supposedly when their about to bid farewell, but ended with one last greeting before they actually do part ways.

in all honesty, i would've colored this with actual life instead of greyscale if i wasn't gonna celebrate a birthday today. but hey, it is what it is.

based on what @night-mince0 perceives their interaction would've gone, i tried to convey that it was an overall chill chat between the pair. that's why went to focus on the eyes the most, and least to say, i am rather satisfied with how this overall piece finished as....EXCEPT FOR THE FKNF MOUT-

( edit ) almost forgor to add these failed attempts at retrying traditional art after ditching it for digital a year ago;

who is this? idk, she just popped up on my head and i drew her!;o

the mentioned (tagged) ones have full authority to save the requested work and do whatever they want with it.

indeed, references were taken inspiration from.

as per se, no stealing yadaydayaya. thank you!

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quibbs126 · 2 months

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So I’ve been drawing this today

Basically I was thinking of this one JJBA artist who draws the characters very stylized and with weird colors, and I kind of wanted to do that with Cookie Run characters, which is what I attempted here

I was going to do colors, but I was having trouble making stuff with my normal sketching brush, so I went rough sketch brush to try and figure out the shapes, and then I never got around to doing colors. Maybe in a second part

Dark Cacao and Dark Choco I know were going to be greyscale, with the exception of certain purples and reds respectively

I was just planning on starting with Dark Cacao and Dark Choco, and for the most part that’s what I did, but I wanted to try others since the stuff was looking weird when I was drawing in math class. I’m now in physics and I think they look better after that

I think Golden Cheese looks the best, outside of maybe the DC fam because I drew them a lot and like them. I wasn’t sure what I was doing with Hollyberry and Princess, and I was just making something up for Licorice for a quick joke. I can redo them at a later time

But for the DC family, I wanted them to basically just be rectangles and diamonds (outside of the eyes I guess). They’re the only ones I really tried on

Part of the idea was just simplifying the designs, so what I did was basically just have Dark Cacao’s crown fused to his head. Don’t ask me how it happened, but it’s stuck there now. I wanted to give Dark Choco a diamond shape on his forehead, as like a birthmark, and later on I decided that he basically now has a piece of metal growing from his head too. He gets to be a unicorn, technically speaking

But yeah, just take these random sketches. Hopefully I polish this concept later on, but I might just draw the Dark Cacao family because I like them

#I don’t know if anyone recognizes the style #I feel like the only recognizable part of that style is Golden Cheese’s face #because that one I definitely based on how they draw their characters #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #my art #style experiment #dark cacao cookie #dark choco cookie #golden cheese cookie #hollyberry cookie #princess cookie

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possibilistfanfiction · 9 months

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Delicate

it's been a weird day already.

but not, like, bad: the sky is clear and it's not windy, which is such a welcome break from the weeks and weeks of rain you kind of want to dance down the sidewalk or something (you don't, but only because you have on this cool new pair of pants you thrifted last week and one over-exuberant roll through a puddle and they'd be wet for the day); there wasn't a long line at camila's coffee shop, so you were early to work; none of your appointments, even, have been late. good-weird sometimes feels way more unsettling than bad-weird, though, or at least that's what you've told your therapist who nodded — trauma responses, this and that, or so she says.

your first two clients are easy — small, simple stuff, which is always nice to start off with. chanel is finishing her last session on a wicked cool back piece with a chill client, and it's all pretty vibey until you're outside on the little front patio of the studio eating the pizza you'd grabbed from down the street for a late lunch, casually people watching. it all happens so fast: you're taking a bite and then, bam, there’s someone on a bike skidding out of control and then falling with a thump, tangled up in the metal frame and pedals spinning.

'shit,' you say, even though the person is already struggling their way out from under the bike — a good sign, overall. but still, you put your pizza down on the table chanel insisted you buy and wheel down the ramp until you're on the sidewalk, close enough to be able to ask, 'are you okay?'

the person — a very, very hot person, in carhartt overalls, a pristine white t-shirt, and blundstones — groans but then nods, stands up fully from the street and hefts the bike back upright by the handlebars. 'yes. i'll be fine. a minor fall.'

there's an embarrassed blush rising behind freckles and, 'you're bleeding.' it's roadrash, nothing serious, along an elbow, both palms, but still — 'my shop is right here.' you point behind you. 'let me patch you up, we have all the sterile stuff and everything.'

'i — okay.'

you smile, then smile even bigger when this very hot bike-falling blushing stranger takes her helmet off and her short hair — slightly sweaty — is tousled, a little messy on the top, even messier after she tries to brush it back with her fingers. 'sweet.' you offer your hand, even though she's dragging her bike alongside her. 'i'm ava.'

she leans the bike against her hip, grants you a small smile, and meets your eyes, even though her blush gets worse. 'beatrice.'

her hand is calloused and warm and she locks her bike against your railing, then follows you up the ramp.

'so you're who moved in,' she says, not unkindly, and you nod. it's a beautiful studio — you'll claim it was 50/50 design choices all day long, but it really was mostly chanel who chose the perfect shelving, the easy colors, the furniture that was simple and comfortable and cool as fucking hell, all at once. 'me and chanel, the other artist and owner,' you say. chanel's gun is very quietly buzzing behind the partition that separates her station from the front desk, and you lead beatrice back to your station.

the scrape along her elbow — delicate, one of the most difficult places to tattoo properly, all small, sharp bones and live-wire nerves — isn't deep or particularly dirty, so you clean it quickly and without too much discomfort, if her comfortable quiet and measured breathing is anything to go by.

'you're an expert on this, i suppose,' she says, as you get out your second skin once everything is clean and dry.

you laugh. 'tattoos aren't too dissimilar.' you allow yourself to look — after a lot of restraint, thank you very much — at her nearly-finished sleeve: fine lines and tender greyscale of flowers and plants, a few bugs, woven together. there's space on the underside of her wrist, still, a little unexpected. 'this is beautiful.'

beatrice smiles softly, a little sad. 'thank you.'

'no, like, genuinely.' you take your gloves off once the second skin is on perfectly and roll back in your chair to see it a little clearer. 'it really is.'

that blush again. 'i'm a gardener,' beatrice says, as if that explains everything. you have a few silly tattoos along your thighs — some are from you practicing along your own skin, a perk of not feeling anything below your waist — and your favorite along the top of your right hand. it's the first chanel did for you, the start of how you became friends — and business partners, eventually — and it's not hard, really, to remember the control you felt when you got to choose to make your body in your own image, when you had someone you trusted to help.

'that's awesome.'

she nods, once, like it's a finite truth. 'along with my sister, i run the florist shop on the other side of camila's. we farm all of our own flowers, only local pollinators.'

'permaculture,' you say, 'sick.'

it gets a laugh out of her — fucking delightful, and, whew, you want to keep making that happen — 'it is.' she stands, looking almost — dare you say it — regretful. 'unfortunately, i do have to get back to said shop for the afternoon. but maybe i can buy you a coffee?'

'camila gives me my coffee for free.'

she blanches and it takes a few seconds before you reach out and pat her hand with a laugh. 'i'm sorry, i was just messing with you. i'd love to get coffee with you.'

'yeah?'

'dude, are you kidding? i want to know all about your plants.'

she's got the most proper accent of all time, and you're kind of wishing for her to say something like, and i, your art, but instead she just nods, a little tongue-tied, you think, which is endearing in its own way too. 'thank you again, ava.'

'anytime.' you pause. 'well, not the exact same circumstances. don't need you flinging yourself off of your bike just to say hi to me again —'

'i didn't fall because of you —'

'i know i'm, like, cool and stunning, but you really should be more careful.'

she rolls her eyes, but there's still a smile on her face. you know you're, as chanel puts it, dangerously charming, so you'll take it.

you watch her walk down the ramp and unlock her bike, then walk it two doors down to the florist that always had swathes of wildflowers in the windows. you've only been here a few weeks, and you'd been very busy setting everything up and getting your clients in asap, but you'd planned to check it out eventually. now, you have even more of a reason to.

and, like, maybe it's a little gay, whatever, but you transfer out of your chair to sit more comfortably at your station while you wait for your next client and start to sketch some wildflowers and their pollinators. bees, your favorites, and maybe it doesn't mean anything or maybe it means something. you don't really believe in everything but you do think that people can be kind and that the earth itself is overwhelmingly good. that's enough, most days, really.

chanel finishes with her client and it's a good-good-weird day because she offers to order dinner without you even having to whine. you fall asleep later at home thinking abt how warm beatrice's skin had been, how it had been easy to make sure she would heal well, all the flowers there, blooming; her freckles and her blush. maybe, if you're lucky, she's thought of you too.

#wn fic #avatrice fic #prompts #idk where this is going probably just little snippets bc there's not a lot of plot involved #but i'm so weak always for florist/tattoo artist au #the homoeroticism of hands. of flowers. of hands AND flowers #yes bea DID fall off her bike bc she was staring at ava #will she admit that immediately? of course not!#flowers au #is this fun do u like this lmk #also this is in portland just so everyone knows. it IS in my head lmao

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neopronouns · 7 months

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flag id: a flag with 6 stripes, which are faded purple, dull light blue, pale green, golden brown, caramel brown, and very dark red. end id.

banner id: a 1600x200 teal banner with the words ‘please read my dni before interacting. those on my / dni may still use my terms, so do not recoin them.’ in large white text in the center. the text takes up two lines, split at the slash. end id.

euphegay: a term related to (using/reclaiming) euphemisms for being gay

[pt: euphegay: a term related to (using/reclaiming) euphemisms for being gay. end pt]

for anon! i wanted the flag to be similar to the rainbow flag, but different enough that one might not be able to tell at first glance to represent euphemisms. i put the rainbow flag in greyscale and tried to match the values with the colors going in the opposite order. the term is 'euphe' from 'euphemism' + 'gay'!

tags: @radiomogai | dni link

#euphegay #my flags #my terms #new flag #new term #mogai flag #mogai term #mogai

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mirror-ralsei · 8 months

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PREDICTIONS: Ralsei

or, why this pile of rock is going to tear my heart out

Ralsei is a Titan.

"The unending pillar of darkness that gives my body form" dedication in Ralsei's manual matches Ralsei's description of Titans "tak[ing] form from the FOUNTAINS"

Ralsei's body completely disappears when downed

Ralsei was first completely shadowy and amorphous within his hooded cloak, then a bit more defined but still shadowy under his hat, before finally settling on a more visible form at the end of Chapter 1

Just before removing his hat, for a couple of frames Ralsei's sprite changes his paw color from black to white. As well, where Ralsei previously had black paws in various animations such as clapping or spell use, they are now white in Chapter 2. These suggest that Ralsei's shadowy appearance is not simply caused by the shade from his hat.

Ralsei's initial description is a somewhat ambiguous "Dark-World being"

Unlike normal Darkners, Ralsei does not turn to stone and can seemingly teleport between Dark Worlds at will

Ralsei is the sole denizen of Castle Town, an area seemingly abandoned or evacuated, where Titan-like eye marks and darkness covers the land

Ralsei knows a lot about the Roaring

"Do not be alarmed... I am not your enemy." is one of Ralsei's first words to Kris and Susie

Ralsei wants to redeem himself for participating in the last Roaring by stopping it from happening again.

Again: Ralsei is the sole denizen of Castle Town, an area seemingly abandoned or evacuated, where Titan-like eye marks and darkness covers the land

Ralsei’s portrait/sprite when talking about the Roaring seems haunted

Ralsei says “I...I’m sorry!!! I repent!!!” in the generally foreshadowy Poppup dialogue

However, Ralsei is an unwitting pawn in a greater villain's scheme.

Ralsei is characterized as overly keen to follow orders.

Poppup dialogue: “Ralsei moved to click on an ad with a bunny on it teaching you how to make friends... ...and accidentally clicked on an ad of a machine gun that appeared over it!” / “Ralsei tried to click on an ad with a castle on it... ...but it was actually an ad for a company that demolishes buildings with bazookas!”

Again: Poppup dialogue: “I... I didn’t mean to do it... I... I’m sorry!!! I repent!!!”

In order to fix his mistakes or save the world, Ralsei may sacrifice himself, perhaps becoming the Waterfall statue in Undertale.

Undyne states "That statue's been here forever... No one knows where it came from." This description seems similar to Gerson's explanation of the Delta Rune: "That emblem actually predates written history. The original meaning has been lost to time..."

The statue is greyscale and cracked, like Darkners such as Lancer when turned to stone

The statue has horns, like Ralsei (note that the direction of Ralsei's horns varies across sprites/portraits and concept art, sometimes being turned inward and other times outward)

The statue is associated with the song "Memory," which is associated with Asriel, who appears connected to Ralsei

The statue in Waterfall may have been part of the original Royal Memorial Fountain before Mettaton's statue replaced it

If so: Ralsei is associated with all three concepts of a "Royal Memorial Fountain," being a prince who is made from a Dark Fountain and, as "memory" is a prevalent theme in Deltarune and Ralsei sings its "Don't Forget" motif in battle, with remembrance as well

Other things:

Ralsei appears self-aware in the same way as Jevil and others.

"(SAVE and take a break anytime you want, OK?)"

"Even if it's not real, you can still have fun, right?"

"It seems like it was just a corrupted program."

There may be multiple "Ralsei"s in some way.

“They [two Ralsei plushes] are both correct. Both beautiful.” (Toby Fox on Ch 1 Livestream)

“Every Ralsei is equally beautiful.” (Toby Fox on Ch 1 Livestream)

“I just wonder what... being “Ralsei-like” even is...?”

Unknown: why does Queen not notice Ralsei?

“How Thoughtful You Two Have Come To Help Me / Kris, Susie / Which One Of You Wants To Be The New Knight”

“Hey Was There A Third Guy?????????”

“I Will Miss Each Of You / Noelle, Your Un-needed Honesty / Susie, Your Foolish Bravery / Kris, Your Chill Vibes / ... / B...Burghley?”

Unknown: why does Ralsei (seemingly) know about the ThornRing?

"..." if given

(screenshots: 1 2)

DISCLAIMER: this is a predictions post, just laying out the predictions that i have currently and my personal reasoning. eg. i am by no means the first or only person to consider titan ralsei rofl

#deltarune theory #ralsei deltarune #utdr theory #ralsei #deltarune #this is just me putting my chips down i can be wrong super hard #this is more for the express purposes of flipping a lid if i turn out to be right actually #<- mission statement of this blog. if im wrong it will be funny if im right it will be funnier #anyway the statue stuff is wishful thinking but i do genuinely feel ralsei will be an antagonist but not evil. hes just easy to manipulate #and im getting tragic ending vibes off him but it could just be setting up a subversion since we already went there with asriel #...oh also this wasn't clear but if the statue is ralsei i'd assume he gets statuefied from being cut off from deltarune entirely #since he seems immune to normal causes of statuefication. but being in an entirely different game could qualify as 'not fitting'#i like to think maybe he would stay behind in undertale or something knowing his fate for some heroic sacrifice but i have no idea lol #ETA forgot about the thorn ring

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gortius-viii · 10 months

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Poll + vexillology basics

Recently I made a poll over on my twitter (which you should totally follow btw) on what is the most important "part of a flag". In that poll I assumed that the symbology and meaning, and use of the flag were the most important things, and I am going to do the same thing here.

Therefore,

A reblog would be appreciated to reach more people.

And as a bonus, i'll take a detour to talk a bit about what vexillologists call the "5 basic principles of flag design". This list of "requirements" for a flag to be generally regarded as good was first introduced by Portland vexillologist and vexillological messiah Ted Kaye in his booklet "Good Flag, Bad Flag" (PDF available in multiple languages at: https://portlandflag.org/good-flag-bad-flag/).

The 5 principles (or commandments, as I like to call them, because so many people seem to take treat them as such) are:

Keep it simple: The flag should be so simple that a child can draw it from memory. [Note: This example of the child being able to draw the flag is used as a sort of test to check weather a certain new flag fits this rule or not.]

Use meaningful symbolism: The flag’s images, colours, or patterns should relate to what it symbolises. [Note: Self-evident]

Use 2-3 basic colours: Limit the number of colours on the flag to three, which contrast well and come from the standard color set. [Note: The "standard colour set", for those who were bad at arts in school like me, I belive refer to the colours red, yellow and blue, from which all the other colours derive from]

No Lettering or Seals: Never use writing of any kind or an organisation’s seal. [Note: This is one of the most cited principles of vexillology, mostly used as a strong argument for the redesign of municipal or state flags in the US, as the frightening majority break this rule]

Be distinctive or be related: Avoid duplicating other flags, but use similarities to show connections. [Note: Except when two flags are TOO similar to each other that they become unsditinguishable! Another notable test to check for this rule, as well as for rule no. 3 is to run the flag on greyscale, and see if next to a similar flag is still recognisable (many Arabic and African nations justly fail this test)]

Before I leave though, I want to bring attention to two other "lists" if you could call them that, that in their time tried to achieve what GF,BF (short for Good Flag, Bad Flag) did. For example: "The guiding principles of flag design", a collaboration between NAVA and the FI.

And as if it were a window to another time, "Good flag designing", made all the way back in 1969 and published by the very first vexillological association, the Flag Research Centre. It's cool to see what at that time they thought was most important.

And finally, I invite you to read "Modern Flag Design", an expansion to Good Flag, Bad Flag, also freely available at: https://flagdesignbook.com/.

See ya!

#vexillology #vexillography #flags #flag design #flag #flag institute #nava #flag principles #poll #polls

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m1dnyt3-w0lf · 4 months

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A little fic about my Spidersona Spider-Flower and her love interest Spider Noir :D enjoy!

⚠️WARNING: MENTION OF DEATH⚠️

Monopetal

Spider-Flower(OC) x Spider Noir

Summary: Noir feels comfortable enough around Spider-Flower

"Is this purple?"

"Yes, this is purple." Solana said with a chuckle. She had brought Noir some lavender from her world to help him with the color. As a flower, she knew there were different shades of any color, and she made it her mission to help him learn. She watched as Noir examined the purple plant, his greyscale fingers gently touching the tiny flowers. This act made Solana's petals spread further open than usual, her version of blushing. Would he caress her own petals that way? Would he be gentle like that with her stem? Would he look upon her with the same fascination as-

"Flower? Flower, are you alright?" Noir's voice cut through her thoughts, making her petals stick out in shock as the eyes on her mask widened.

"Huh-what-uh-" She started before letting out a cough and nodding. "Yeah, I'm good, why?"

"Well, I asked you a question, and you didn't answer." He told her. Her petals began to close in on themselves as embarrassment filled her.

"Oh! Sorry about that. What was your question?"

"I was asking which shade of purple is this. I know we've been covering a lot of different shades and wanted to know which one this was." Noir said, his voice sounding like a melody to Solana's ears. Or rather, whatever was equivalent to that in a flower.

"Oh, it's the same name as the flower. Lavender." Solana told him brightly, her voice echoing a little louder. She doesn't have a mouth, so her voice mostly emits from her and echoes softly. The echo changes with her tone, giving it a stronger or weaker effect.

"Was the color named first or the flower?" He asks, looking at her quizzically. Solana chuckled a bit nervously. She wasn't as smart as the other Spiders in the Society. She was a flower mutated by her radioactive spider, so she didn't have that smart brain the majority of Spiders had. She couldn't even read or write.

"I think the flower?" She tried, picking at the vines that made up her arm. She was currently in her human-size form.

"Mhm." Noir hummed in thought, going back to inspecting the flower. Solana watched him, taking in every feature of him as if she was taking it in for the first time all over again. His lack of color fascinated her. It made her want to paint him herself. Not that it was possible, anything that got on Noir's person would inevitably lose its color and retain his grayscale hue. It fascinated Solana how holding something doesn't get affected, but as soon as it's on his body, the colors fade away. She couldn't help but wonder how it worked exactly.

"Y-You're a little too close there, Petal." Noir said, facing her. Solana's mask's eyes widened as she quickly sat back down in her nearly vacated seat.

"Sorry!" Her echoed voice warbled slightly as her petals began to close in on her. She could hear Noir give a chuckle in response. She got even more embarrassed. How could she be so stupid not to realize what she was doing?!

"If you wanted to see my face, Petal, all you had to do was ask."

"Wh-what?! Oh, no, Noir, really-" Solana's petals opened up in a frenzy.

"It's quite alright, I don't mind." He assured her. He had long since put the lavender down. "I've been wanting to show you anyway."

"You have?" Solana squeaked out. If flowers could blush, she'd be brighter than the sun! Well…as if she wasn't already.

"I have. I don't trust many people to see my face, you see? But…I thought you were as trustworthy as it gets." He confided. Solana's fake heart skipped a beat. How was that possible? She didn't know, but she sure felt it.

"I am? Do you really think so?" Solana's hopes soared. After ages of spending time with Noir and imagining what that surely handsome face would look like, she was finally going to see it! The vines that made up her body shivered in delight.

"I do think so." He said, taking off his hat and fiddling with it in his hands. Solana was sure her mask's eyes were open bigger than they've ever been before.

She watched with bated breath as Noir gently set down his hat and brought his hand up to his mask, wrapping his fingers underneath the thin fabric and showing a sliver of flawless, light gray skin. If Solana could gulp, she would. Her sight was locked onto the small bit of his neck she could see. Noir seemed to hesitate, his mask's eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Solana thought to say something, but the words died in her throat as he continued to lift his mask up. More of his neck showed. Then his chin. His lips were next, holding an awkwardly cute smile. If Solana had a heart, it would be hammering against her chest. Noir stopped for a moment.

"Ready, Petal?" He asked gently, lips moving along with his words. Solana couldn't stare anywhere else but his lips. She could only nod. So, with a faster pace, Noir took his mask fully off his face and looked at his flower friend with an expectant face.

Solana could feel herself wilt.

There in front of her was the same face she failed to save. The same face she failed to protect. The same face who pleaded for her help. The same face she purposely let die.

The face of Peter Parker.

A deep ringing overcame Solana's hearing as panic bubbled up in her. The world around her began to tilt. She stumbled as she started to quickly move away from Noir, making the poor man frown.

"Solana, are you alright?" Noir asked softly, his eyebrows drawing in tightly in a worried expression. Words died in Solana's throat as she stared in fear.

"Peter…" She breathed out.

"Yes, that's my name." He said with a light tone, an attempt to ease her worries. Noir attempted to reach out to Solana but only succeeded in making the poor flower scuttle backward and falling off the bench they sat at. Solana let out a grunt but didn't let it phase her as she stumbled to her feet. Peter-no-Noir looked pained. After who knows how long, Solana finally got her wish to see Noir's face, and it was nothing but hurt and confusion.

“Petal, Doll, are you alright there?” Noir asked with worry set deeply in his tone. Solana only continued to back away before finally speaking.

“Please, just stay away.” She said as Noir's face completely fell. He watched her thwip away on her web of vines, leaving him in absolute distraught and regret.

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deanwinchesterswitch · 2 years

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Evermore

Summary: Living without Dean is an unbearable endeavor.

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Warnings: ANGST, character death-no graphic detail

Word Count: 1,000😮 (Probably will never do that again.)

Title Card Credits: @tumbler-tidbits

Beta(s): Un-betaed, (😬first time for everything), but tear tested.😭😭😭

Author’s Notes: Based on the song evermore and the SPN finale. I am not a Taylor Swift fan, but the first time I heard the song, there was a visceral need to write a Dean-related fic. Listen while you read. I wrote this in one afternoon after listening to the song on repeat for about four hours the night before and literally crying when I woke up visualizing the story.

November

Months pass. Devastating sorrow lingers. The scene too vivid in her mind. The torment in her heart too painful. The hole in her soul too big to fill. A gut-punch in unsuspecting moments. A colorless world void of vibrant peridot eyes.

Roaming the bunker’s hallways like a ghost, she looks for him around every corner, listens for his voice echoing through the building, smells the cologne of motor oil, leather, and spice everywhere.

Sam had left with Miracle and the Impala days ago. She missed the lovable mutt but knew he was better off with Sam. She couldn’t take care of the dog. Hell, she can barely take care of herself.

They’d argued about Baby, though. That car was everything to Dean; one couldn’t be mentioned without thinking about the other, synonymous. Sam had never appreciated the black beauty the way that she and Dean had—seeing it as just a car. That is until Dean d-. Then, then, he saw it as something more—a token, a connection to the larger-than-life man that no longer existed in this life.

She’d finally let it go, exhausted from dealing with him, but had put her foot down regarding Dean’s other belongings—clothes, weapons, albums, the old record player. Finding a spell in the MOL archives, she’d ensured that no one could enter Dean’s room but her. Was it unfair to Sam? Maybe, but by that point, she didn’t care anymore. Dean had been taken from her, and she wasn’t about to let anyone, not even his brother, take more. She knew it wouldn’t bring Dean back, nothing would, according to Jack, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, let go.

The old scaffolding groans beneath her weight, threatening to give way as she climbs higher. The wooden planks sigh under her feet as she leans against the brick. She stares disconsolately through the broken window of the dilapidated factory hiding the bunker below. The wind howls, ripping leaves from the trees. Dull, ugly shades of goldenrod, ochre, and walnut whip through the air and over the ground—drops of rain lash at her skin, the cold, harsh sting goes unnoticed. The only thing she feels is a pain so deep in her bones that she knows it will be there evermore.

December

Tiny crystals crunch beneath her feet. The path to their place hidden beneath soft white flakes and icy shards tinted blue. He’d brought her here the first time he told her he loved her. She’d found him here, heartbroken and crying after the loss of his mother. It’s where they came to escape everything the universe threw at them, even if for a brief moment. It’s where he proposed—painted a picture of a life without monsters, angels, or demons, free of the burden of saving the world and the almighty’s manipulation. A colorful, shining life full of freedom, happiness, and love.

Sitting on the fallen tree, she runs a hand over the space next to her. Face turning to the dull sky painted in greyscale, hot tears sear a trail over her cheeks. She’s lost, adrift in a vast ocean without him, tossed about on waves of misery threatening to drown her. She tries to recapture those fleeting moments of happiness, to break through the eternal sadness. Yet, every time she tries, the images distort and evanesce, like a reel of film disintegrating in a fire. The only scene to play out entirely is the one where she lost it all.

He doesn’t want her to live like this. He’s told her as much. Told her to move on and be happy. She’d tried… for him. It lasted a week. She contacted old friends, took an easy salt and burn a few towns over, and even went to dinner with Donna and Jody. It was all too much—too bright, too loud, too full of… life.

That’s why she comes here most days now. It’s peaceful, safe. She feels closest to him here. Can see him in the sun’s rays shining through the tangled tree limbs, hear his voice on the breeze, feel his presence in the thrum of the earth. Sometimes she’ll fall asleep for an hour or two. That’s when the dreams come. It’s the only place she can dream anymore. No nightmares reach her here. The feel of his touch lingers when she wakes, a thumb brushing over the back of her hand, a rough-skinned palm against her cheek, supple lips pressed to hers. The deep rasp of his voice an echo in her ear. Ethereal, but enough to get her through to the next day.

It’s snowing now. Inhaling the cool, crisp air deep into her lungs, she closes her eyes. The pain still there, always, evermore. A single tear slips beneath her lashes, and he gently thumbs it away, whispering into her ear, “Rest.”

It’s warm when she wakes. A soft gust of wind tousles the hair falling on her face. A shiver flutters through her as she pushes up to sit in the shade of the flowering Mountain Ash above her. It’s just like the one she pictured outside the cabin he had promised to build for her. Standing, she spins in place, the skirt of her sundress lifting in the breeze. When her eyes land on the wooden structure, her heart skips. It’s exactly as he described it. The grass is cool beneath her feet, tickling her soles. Skipping up the stairs and across the porch, she throws the door open. Floorboards creak beneath her steps as she races from room to room, ending up where she started. Chest tightening when she doesn’t find him.

A shadow blocks the sun streaming through the open door, and her breath catches. For a split second, she’s frozen in place, terrified that the slightest movement, the tiniest breath, will send it all up in a haze of smoke. The air shifts around her, and warm, rough-skinned hands rest on her shoulders.

Turning with a small cry, she breathes, “Dean.”

“Welcome home, baby.”

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mortia · 1 year

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Custom Regions in SC4 for TS2: Part 1

As promised, I wanted to share the results of my experimenting with creating a custom Region in SC4 specifically with more customizable maps for TS2 in mind. I’ll explain the method of creating the region and some tips for generating your maps.

I will say up front that, unfortunately, SC4 has not been great for me at interpreting a height map generated straight from a 3D program. I will share what ultimately worked for me but maybe others will find new methods with further experimentation.

This isn’t really a procedure for beginners. You’ll need some basic understanding of how to use various graphic programs in order to create a map. I don’t want to discourage anyone though, so go ahead and read on if interested!

PART 2

PART 3

WHAT YOU’LL NEED:

SimCity 4

Notepad (the program)

Microsoft Paint (or any program that will allow you to create accurate pixel grids)

A 3D Modeling software program (optional)

Photoshop or the equivalent (Gimp, Krita, etc.)

SC4 Terraformer

HoodPlanner (optional)

STEP 1: CREATE A CUSTOM REGION

In order to create a custom neighborhood map for TS2, you need SC4. And, specifically, you need to use a Small City Map within a SC4 Region, as no other size will work for import into TS2.

SC4 Players have been using Greyscale Height Maps to generate custom Regions since almost the dawn of the game, and it’s a great tool! But for TS2 map-makers it hasn’t been a great option because the map needs to be applied in Region View, to the entire Region, and cannot be applied to a Small Map on an individual basis.

But I’ve found a workaround! The first thing you’ll need to do is go into your Documents\SimCity 4\Regions folder and copy and paste one of the existing folders to create a new one.

Rename this folder to whatever you like, I chose “Test”.

Open the new folder you’ve made and you should see two files: config.bmp and region.ini

You will need to modify both of these. First, open “region.ini” in Notepad and change the region name to match the name of your folder, “Test”

Save and make sure that it saves using the same filename and extension; region.ini

Next we’ll make a new config.bmp image. This is the image that generates the layout of every Region. You can customize it by drawing your own pixel map and rearranging the layout.

Open up Windows Paint and click the “Home” button. You will be creating a new grid that is 16 pixels by 16 pixels. Click “Resize”, make sure that the “Pixels” radio button is selected and then enter 16 for both the horizontal and vertical values.

Make sure that your Gridlines are showing by turning them on in the “View” menu.

Use the “Zoom” tool to zoom as far in as you can go (I think it’s 800%)

And the above is what you should have on your screen! Next, we’ll create our custom region.

The three colors that represent regions in SC4 are Red, Green and Blue. Since we only need to worry about making a Small region (as that is the only size that works with TS2) then we only need to use Red which is the color for a Small.

It’s important to get the color exact, so on the “Home” menu, click on “Edit Colors” and type 255 into the Red Value.

Once you’ve made this color, go ahead and select the Pencil tool and fill in just one pixel on the grid with the Red color. I tried a couple of different positions when doing this and found that it works best when it’s on a corner, placing the pixel in the center of the grid will not work.

Once you’ve done that, hurrah! You’ve made your Small Region!

Save this file into your Test folder in Documents\SimCity 4\Regions and overwrite the config.bmp file that is already in there.

Now, open up SC4 and click on “Load Region” from the Main Screen.

Scroll down to find the “Test” folder you made. Select it and click “Load Region”

And there it is! Our baby map, the correct size for TS2, is now a Region all on its own! Now we are free to try different things to create maps that we have a bit more control over.

#ts2 tutorial #mortia builds a game #ts2 terraforming

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elliamarts · 1 month

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So recently I’ve been really inspired by the shows Shōgun and Taboo and I decided to write my own story (that will be a webcomic).

Fallen From Grace:

My story will take place in very early 1800s England (1803) where England has just declared war on France. There will be a lot of horror-esque supernatural elements, revenge, mystery, and plot twists.

The main focus will be a character named Uriah Cassian Ramsey who returns to England in order to get justice for his mother who had just been killed after being condemned a witch, and also get revenge for himself while he’s at it.

Uriah is a complicated character who’s been running his own sort of trading empire (more like black deals) in China for the past 7 years after being abandoned in enemy territory by a navy mission gone wrong. He’s meant to be a stoic character (angsty bc I love that) who never really lets anyone in on what he’s thinking or feeling. He’s private, and only bc he knows allowing others to see him vulnerable will lead to pain. Also, he’s half Turkish as his mother was Turkish (he adored her). He is well versed in witchcraft and his company is known as the Ghost Company.

The reason this is sort of colored in greyscale with a red taint is because that’s how Uriah sees the world. After being betrayed by the East India Co. he becomes rather pessimistic and sees the world as colorless and bloody.

Now, let’s talk about the love interest, Dr. Isaiah Axton Bancroft. He’s a sort of awkward man when getting to know him, but once you break through that barrier he’s as snarky as they come (so basically every classic introvert). He’s known Uriah since they were seven and didn’t fall in love with him until their teenage years. While many believed Uriah to be dead, he knew he wasn’t simply bc he claimed he would feel it if he was. Although, while he’s meant to be the sarcastic goofy character, he’s rather dangerous with a gun. He’s a good balance to Uriah and manages to keep him focused.

The reason he’s the only one in full color is bc Uriah is in love with him and sees him as a light in this dark morbid world (he denies he’s in love with him though).

The third of the main trio is a Chinese girl named Yù míng who is the right hand of Uriah. She met him when she was ten and also when he took over the Red Bead Cult (that had sacrificed him or tried to) and removed all the men from it. Yù míng grew up in a brothel but the other women managed to keep her safe. Still that led to her becoming really pragmatic and a big cynical. She’s the type to get shit done and seems really rough and hard to approach. Which she is bc she had to be with where she grew up. She’s only 17 so don’t go thinking anything weird with her. She and Uriah are more like siblings and Uriah is very gay.

That’s all I got for now (at least without giving too much away) but I hope ppl are invested!

#myart #oc artwork #original female character #original male character #original material #webcomic wip #comic idea #original comic #comic concept #early 1800s #digital art #digital oc art #oc art dump #oc art #i love my emotionally repressed fucked sideways boys

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salami-dono · 1 year

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DR. JESTER

I recreated a Sonic OC I made when I was 10. The layout of the model sheet is based on the IDW ones. :) They were very helpful. This reference took a long time to complete. I’m finally ready to introduce the evil Dr. Jester! (Most of what I write here will not be things I thought of when I was 10-12 years old.)

Here is a description of his appearance:

Dr. Jester is a robot hedgehog with a grey face and pastel pink quills. He stands at a rather tall 4 ft or 123 cm. The three quills adorning his head are tri-colored. The three colors are pink, white and pale turquoise. Peridot-colored eyes light up on a black screen. The color and shape of his eyes sometimes change depending on his mood. His original stumpy tail was replaced with a crocodile tail. It is the same pale turquoise as one of his jester quills and has magenta scutes. (There is no explanation for the new tail’s existence. It just looks cool.) His hands are black with grey palms. The joints of the fingers and thumbs are magenta.

He wears a white lab coat and white pants. An asymmetrical panel with three large buttons is connected to the collar with a magenta strip. He wears black safety boots with magenta accents. The soles are grey. The sides have screws, and the top part is white.

The most time-consuming part of his design by far was choosing the color palette. The second and third things would be his quills and limbs. From the beginning, I wanted to use a light color for his body to match the greyscale of my old art. There isn’t a single drawing of Dr. Jester with color, nor did I leave any clues in my writing. I wanted pastel pink to work because it’s a nostalgic color. It reminds me of my pink baby blanket, my old room, pink pigs (my favorite animal when I was very young), and a pink dress—very early childhood memories.

Like all of my Sonic OCs, Dr. Jester hails from another universe. It’s more of a “perpendicular” universe to Sonic’s universe than a parallel one. Their universes interact in a way that doesn’t affect spacetime. Traveling there is as easy as entering a Special Stage. No one you know is there (and neither are you), but familiar personalities do exist in that universe. Similar locations also appear. Sonic’s Green Hill is their Emerald Hill. The idea of an alternate universe was based on a very early issue of the Archie comics that introduced the “Anti-Sonic.”

Dr. Jester is a villain of the same caliber as Dr. Eggman, or so he thinks. How did those two meet? That’s what I’d like to know… Dr. Jester referred to him as Dr. Robotnik the first time they were seen together before he learned he was going by the name “Eggman,” and Eggman called him an old friend. Eggman’s robots thought Dr. Jester was mean and unpleasant, but his robot underlings were much more friendly. They’re right.

Dr. Jester earned his name the same way Eggman did. The only difference is that Dr. Jester was called a jester since he was a kid. After a lifetime of torment, he made it his own! He’s proud of it, alright? It doesn’t matter what his real name is.

Just because he’s a robot, that doesn’t make him unemotional. Far from it! Dr. Jester is animated. He’s spiteful and cynical. Things like love and romance disgust him. He’s easily provoked and reacts strongly to insults. If his favorite robot left him, he’d be upset. Still, he smiles and laughs a lot. He’s jolly when things go his way. He enjoys puns, especially of the egg variety. Dr. Jester does not share Eggman’s short-sightedness regarding Sonic the Hedgehog with his own nemesis. When there is a plan, he sticks to it. He loves to trick others and dish out revenge whenever he can with a cold and calculated fury. Eggman is not exempt.

Of course, he also has an uglier, more dangerous side. He doesn’t care for the basic needs of living things: clean air, clean water, food and shelter. His operations threaten the health of the planet, and that endangers everyone. He’s been a robot for some time; he’s detached. It would be better if organic beings gave in and became robots. They could live forever, free from all biological constraints.

Before his mechanical transformation, Dr. Jester was once a living, breathing hedgehog. The process included a mind transfer, also called a soul/consciousness transfer, and therefore irreversible. It’s an alternate method of Robotization. (I can’t say Roboticization. lol) The power source of his robot body is a mystical gem I call the Fluorite Brain, the new home of his consciousness. A robot with a soul, that’s what he is.

For some reason, it is difficult to replicate his level of awareness in other machines. That’s just a risk you’ll have to take when becoming a robot. What kind of person wants to become a robot anyway?

One of the most bizarre abilities of Dr. Jester’s mechanical body that I came across was that he could consume food and drink. I assume he had a habit of drinking coffee when he was alive. He could probably keep up with specific tasks for long periods, but he would get bored doing so. He sleeps to pass the time.

Surprisingly, he has some basic combat skills. He’s a slugger! His main attacks are paralyzing electric-shock punches and sweeps from his metal tail. The tail may be organic because I mentioned that it “turned into steel” before he used it. It’s a magical crocodile tail! Dr. Jester can wield the Chaos Emeralds as well. He used a pink one from his universe to hover in the air and deflect beams and missiles fired by the G.U.N. military.

I was ecstatic to see him in action. I thought he was a wimp! He even defeated his nemesis in a one-on-one battle. I believe his true strengths are his elemental resistance and highly durable body. He does his best to avoid damage to his body. He will run away if he has to. He’s actually better at fleeing than fighting.

Dr. Jester is strong, but he has weaknesses. He is weak to the type of magic that controls electrical signals. It’s possible to take control of his mechanical body, but he is immune to mind control. He fears that magic. In the Archie comics, it’s called Magitek.

He’s also weak to kindness. He couldn’t understand why anyone would show him mercy, let alone his nemesis. In this specific scene, he was completely silent but I wonder what was going through his mind. What did they see in him? Humanity? Laughable. Is there goodness in that metal carapace? All of their problems could have been solved if they had just let him be destroyed with the Egg Carrier.

It was meant to be a humorous scene, but I noticed how strangely Dr. Jester acted during it.

Here is the line that seemingly ended Dr. Jester’s story—without context:

“Dr. Jester is long gone...”

He’s good at running away.

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By the way, if you’re familiar with the character Dr. 0 (voiced by James Urbaniak) from Fallout: New Vegas, that’s the voice I think Dr. Jester would have. They have similar personalities, and he’s sort of a think tank himself.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #archie sonic #sonic oc #Dr. Jester #my artwork #I love the T poses

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anonymous-ace72 · 1 year

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Seeing a lot of people sharing Phantom-y memories so I figured I’d weigh in a little.

I always thought that someday, I’d pull together the time and the money to travel to New York and see the show in all its glory. That somehow, it would always just... be there, waiting. But now that it’s ending, I just feel a little hollow. I know that it’ll probably come back, and there are always tours to go see... but it won’t be the same. It won’t be the spectacle that the original was.

Phantom was not my first musical (that pleasure goes to either Annie or Mamma Mia) but it is the first one that I got super into. I first heard the title song in 6th grade music class, and it made such an impact on me that I downloaded the song the next time I got itunes money and listened to it on repeat while putting on my Halloween costume for school.

I saw it in its entirety twice in my sophomore year of high school. First, I saw the movie in my theatre class. Hearing the overture and watching the movie go from greyscale to color activated something in my brain that would never turn back off. The second time, was when my mom surprised me with tickets to the restaged tour. They were the last two available for that night, so we got lucky. I remember listening to the orchestra warming up before the show, and the excitement at hearing that overture live for the very first time. I’m sad that I didn’t get to see a true chandelier fall, the theatre we saw it in just wasn’t built for it (it dropped a few feet, but never crashed onto the stage. Didn’t even start on the stage, just kind of hovered there with a cloth on top of it. Very anticlimactic). My first, and so far only, live Phantom was Quentin Oliver Lee, may he rest in peace.

We performed Music of the Night as our ballad for my Junior year show choir package, and having to work on that for months just deepened my love for the musical, even if most of my words were just oohs and ahhs (it was acapella, and I’m an alto). We watched Youtube videos to get inspiration on how to emote, I specifically remember watching Norm Lewis and Sierra Boggess. Norm actually came and did a masterclass at my university last month, and I would have gladly skipped class to watch him speak if I didn’t have a French quiz at the same time (I am still super pissed about that).

The musical has led me to consume other Phantom forms of media, such as the book, the 1990 miniseries, and some kind of video game where you play as Christine and Raoul’s daughter and get kidnapped by Erik. I’ve tried reading the book in its original French text with... very little success. I’ve cosplayed the Phantom, and am finally going to bring the costume to a con after many much needed refurbishments.

This musical has honestly become a comfort for me, and I love it dearly. It’s so sad to see it go, this thing that’s brought me much joy these past several years. Honestly, I cannot think of a time in recent years where I was as happy as I was when I saw it live. But hey, maybe I’ll get the chance to see it again someday.

Until then, it’s over now, the music of the night.

#phantom of the opera #the phantom of the opera #poto #help me say goodbye

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shesjustasillygoose · 1 year

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Tales of a spontaneous oneshot pt 2

Scheduling issues are so fun so we decided to play around with our characters from the last silly oneshot.

-more cheese the horse jokes were made

-this whole thing was improvised except one character I made today during study hall called Siena who was literally just a valley girl and that was it

-at one point while fighting swarms of fire bugs she casted Tasha’s hideous laughter and her little joke was What did I say to the bugs…… buzz off!

-they travelled to the shadow realm tonight, and one of the characters (Mavris) decided he wanted to see how his drugs would affect him differently there, and after a few characters took them a few crazy affects happened - he was able to see in color and his eyes turned white (shadow realm is greyscale) - one guy turned reaaaally stinky - and there was one more thing. the whole premise of the oneshot was going on a quest to rid themselves of dragon pheromones that were attracting dragons towards Mavris and Quinn. While taking together the fantasy equivalent of a tomato soup bath for skunk spray the two took the drugs and the wild magic table landed on this

could not make this up if I tried. fun crazy session tho

#Mavris and Quinn #dnd #dnd shenanigans #oneshot #i love these guys so much omg #they got the bath running. they had sex. put the potion in. mavris was like hey we should do drugs and they shotgunned some smokable herb #tentacles appeared #and they fucked again #The potion they were supposed to use was only supposed to last 30 minutes #They were in there for much more time.

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activatebutterflyshield · 10 months

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I finally put all the Eras out on paper together! It gave me a chance to fiddle with the designs of some, and I can now say that I’m mostly satisfied with how they look, at least in greyscale. A full list of who’s who and lore stuff below the cut

For those of you who don’t know, the Eras are gods that embody the different ‘eras’ of humanity’s history. I tried to draw them in roughly chronological order going counterclockwise from Chatter (the fox) but it’s not very obvious, so this list will also be in chronological order. Hopefully it’ll help you pick out who’s who.

Chatter starts us off, a very simple red fox who wears a belled collar of rope. They’re the god of Prehistory, of subsistence hunting and gathering, of desperate survival and freedom.

To their left is Songbird, who is meant to be a somewhat generic songbird with the tail of a superb lyrebird, a species which can mimic sounds they hear. She is very brightly colored, and also carries the flute, though sometimes it is the harp or the drum. She is the god of Antiquity, a rather broad swath of time that encompasses the creation of true art; drama, song, painting, sculpture, etc.

To her left is the Expanse, a wolf pierced by a sword, arrows, and laurel branches. He is the god of the Roman Age, of conquest, of great militaries, of sacrifice for a time one will not live to see.

Slightly down from him is the Mimic, an insect that resembles a wasp with wings like a butterfly. Their wings are patterned with eyes and mouths, and their antennae bear flowers that smell of incense. They are the god of the Middle Ages, that time when the church was powerful and the people feared what they did not understand.

Down and to the right is the Splendor, a lion with a scorpion’s tail and dragon’s wings; a manticore in all but the face. He wears a crown and a pair of (usually golden) manacles. He is the god of the Renaissance, the time of glittering palaces and bloody wars.

To his right is the Wanderlust, a shark whose mouth is full to bursting with cotton and coffee and indigo, whose fins bear the cross of the conquistadors, and whose tail is wrapped both in silk and the irons of enslaved people. He is the god of the Age of Sail and Exploration, of discovery, travel, exploitation, and all those who have no home.

Above him is the Contradiction, mostly a cat, partly a few different dinosaurs, with feathers and slick skin and bone. Their lantern is a both a light in the dark and the consumer of knowledge deemed forbidden. They are nebulous; most say that they are the god of the Scientific Revolution, though some believe that they were born as late as the discoveries of she who sells sea shells by the sea shore.

Up and to the left of them is the Industry, a dragon with smokestack horns, brick scales, and a tail like a sewing machine. His legs are stained with soot, and his eyes are the bulbs of Edison, the better to survey his vast domain. He is the god of the Industrial Revolution, of commerce, mass production, over abundance, and pollution.

To his left is the Duty, a horse with a gas mask face and hair of barbed wire. His saddle is harnessed with the ribbon of a Purple Heart, and he breathes noxious chemicals that burn the lungs and blind the eyes. He is the god of the World Wars and their ilk; most every needless loss of life for the sake of a selfish goal belongs to him.

Below him is the Fluctuation, a blind deer who carries the scales and whose fur is made of smoldering documents. Her antlers dip and peak and dip again, as unpredictable as fortune itself, be it in stocks or natural disaster. She is the god of the Great Depression, of fortune and misfortune, of fire and earthquakes and justice.

Under her is the Speculation, a snake with a mane of tentacles and a crest that bears the signal SOS. Their gaping chest pours out a mist darker than the night, and their mouth is shackled shut. They are the god of the Cold War, of intrigue, politics, secrets, and what you cannot know.

Lastly, to their right is the Progress, an eyeless whale with metal skin and visible circuitry. It is always neon-lit by advertisements and power bars, fueled by endless cables and intangible money. It is the god of the Information Age, of constant consumption, connection, togetherness, and a brave new world.

I’ve still got a lot of non-era gods to put up; Beyond (big ol’ bat + night sky + sputnik), Monument (mossy giraffe carrying the pyramids and a testament to the desire to be great), Fable (fluffy turtle with stars in its eyes), and Lodestone (blind crab or maybe rhino or perhaps a unicorn that’s a walking metaphor about purpose) are still yet to come! Except for Beyond, who you can see in glorious neon colors here:

#my art #worldbuilding #layered earth #pencil #oc #i love most of these funky guys #except industry he’s materialistic and a jerk #art #animal art #animal drawing #traditional art

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