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genericpuff · 1 year

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LORE | REKINDLED - MASTER POST (READ BELOW!)

LORE | REKINDLED is a transformative project dedicated to the S1/Pilot era of Rachel Smythe's Lore Olympus. Rekindled will attempt to re-interpret and reconstruct the foundations laid by Rachel Smythe in S1 of Lore Olympus' publication, while also remaining true to the themes and messages of the original myths upon which Lore Olympus is based.

We hope you enjoy this re-interpretation of The Hymn to Demeter - also known as The Rape of Persephone - expressed through the lens of a meta re-interpretation of Lore Olympus. Made by the fans, for the fans.

Disclaimer: This is a non-profit transformative fan project drawn and written by @genericpuff. All brushes, textures, and font packs used to replicate Lore Olympus' art and style are sourced legally, and panel art is created from the ground up. All Lore Olympus-relevant character designs and branding belong to Rachel Smythe. All interpretations of Greek characters, mythologies, and themes are purely fictional and should not be used in any factual sourcing when researching Ancient Greek material.

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#lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled #lore olympus au #anti lore olympus

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year

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no one asked for this, but i had the need to write something a bit bittersweet!

fic under the cut -> but please do leave a comment on ao3 if you feel so inclined, it makes my heart sing <3

lucifer x angel!reader, 1700+ words, Feelings(TM), mild hurt/comfort

You knew you’d find Lucifer sitting on the ground on the edge of Styx, staring into the deep, dark water, watching it flow — a figure clad in white, a stark contrast against the grey landscape. They seem lost in thought.

You approach them carefully, not wanting to disturb, but wishing you could offer… something. You aren’t sure if they want company, but you can feel the deep sadness radiating from them.

It’s a privilege, really — to be able to see the Lord of Hell like this. You feel honoured, as much as your heart breaks for them.

You are playing with fire and you know it — risking God’s wrath, coming here. It’s just that they captivate you so. You cannot resist loving a soul so deeply (so beautifully) sad.

“I can’t remember it anymore, you know,” Lucifer says, still staring at the deep water, not turning to look at you.

You sit on the ground next to them. “What can’t you remember?”

“The feeling,” they say, “of… fullness.”

“Fullness?” you ask, not entirely comprehending.

“There isn’t a word to describe it. I can only describe the lack of it, an emptiness that doesn’t go away.”

“Is that… has it been like that since the fall?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“What does it feel like? The emptiness?”

They are silent for a while. When they finally speak, they turn to look at you. Their blue eyes are like the deep, dark water they were gazing at up until a moment ago.

“It is best described as a crushing sort of weight. Somewhere… around here,” they say, putting their hand on their chest, “but it isn’t entirely something. It’s more like nothing.”

You hold their gaze, listening, silently urging them to explain further. They open their mouth, as if to say something, but then close it again, turning their gaze onto the river once more.

“I dream about it still,” they say.

“It?”

“The warmth.”

Another long silence. The river softly hums as it flows — it’s a soothing sound. You understand why they like to come here. There is a sort of beauty here, even in the desolate landscape of Hell. You like it — perhaps a bit too much.

“I watch people sometimes — how they love. Their families, their pets, their lovers, the crisp morning air, the moon, a piece of art. And then… I close my eyes and try to imagine it. I can feel it, as if on the tip of the tongue, something I can almost grasp, a memory that is almost there, but not quite.”

They look at you again. They raise their arm — slowly, as if not to startle you — and brush a stray piece of hair away from your face. You shiver. Their hands are warm and their touch makes the very fabric of your soul tingle.

“I can feel it radiating from you — that love you have,” they say and caress your cheek as they lower their hand. They touch you like you’re something fragile, like they’re afraid to break you, like it’s a privilege to put their hands on you. “You are quite special, even for an angel.”

“I am hardly special,” you say, with no false modesty, fully believing it, “but thank you. I appreciate it very much, coming from you.”

They chuckle. “Sweet creature,” they say, turning their gaze to the water and falling silent again.

You watch the river flow together.

“You shouldn’t be here, you know,” they say.

“I know.”

“Then why are you here, little angel?”

“You know why.”

“It won’t happen. I would never do that to you.”

“I know. But it makes me like you more.”

They laugh and it sounds like bird song.

“Besides, I like to sit with you,” you say. It’s true — you could sit here with them for a couple of lifetimes, at least. You wonder if you could sit here forever. You wonder if you could sit here for an eternity.

They glance at you before turning to the river again.

“You are free to sit wherever you like, I suppose.”

You sit and watch the river in silence for a while longer.

“You are still sad,” you say. It isn’t a question — you can feel the sorrow wrapped around them like a heavy cloak.

They just nod absentmindedly, gaze fixed onto dark blue water. You wonder if they see things in it that are hidden to the eyes of an angel.

“I could help you with it — if you will allow me,” you say, hoping they will.

“How could you possibly help me, little one?”

“Well, I could… hold your sorrow for a bit, let you rest. It is a talent of mine.”

They seem intrigued, but hesitant.

“I wouldn’t want you to do something you might regret,” they say.

“I won’t fall for helping a troubled soul — not even if it’s you.”

They seem torn. You know their sorrow is heavy — you can feel how it engulfs them, suffocates them, presses on their heart, heavy and thick and sticky like molasses.

“There is… emptiness there — along with the sorrow. Can you take it?” they ask.

“I am stronger than you think.”

“Strong enough to bear the Devil’s cross?” they press. They want to dissuade you.

“Perhaps,” you answer, not wanting to guarantee them anything, because you honestly don’t know. “I wish to try, if you will allow me.”

They laugh, their gaze incredulous. They say nothing.

You carefully reach forward, searching for their hand. “May I?” you ask.

They glance at your hand, their brows furrowed. You can’t help but notice how pretty they look, insecurity etched into their soft features, and perhaps curiosity, and an eagerness — they want you to hold their hand, and you know it.

They simply nod, their gaze fixed onto your hand that’s reaching towards theirs.

Ever so slowly, you take their hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with theirs. They shiver from your touch, their wings fluttering. You know why, and you feel it too — the electric current that passes through you.

You pay it no mind, however, focusing on what you do best — helping souls carry their burden.

It almost crushes you when you feel it for the first time. The emptiness is all-encompassing, but you don’t let it take over you — you simply hold it.

Lucifer audibly gasps when they feel it.

“I feel so light,” they say.

You can’t say anything, the concentration required to hold their burden too great, but you smile at them.

“I can see you are in pain, little angel. You don’t have to do it any longer, I am still thankful,” they start, but you raise your hand, stopping them — a bold move, to stop the Ruler of Hell when they are talking — but they do fall silent.

They look at you with a sort of wonder. There are galaxies twirling in their gaze, thoughts you are not privy to.

After a couple of moments, you can’t hold it any longer — the weight threatens to crush you.

“I’ll let go now,” you warn, and they say nothing. They are still looking at you, eyes sparkling with something you can’t name.

When you let go, they take their burden back with grace. The only sign a soul-crushing weight landed on their chest is in the way they close their eyes for just a moment, and the slight furrow of their brow. You are aware they have aeons of practice, but it’s still impressive.

“You are magnificent,” you say.

They open their eyes.

“I suppose one could argue that,” they say. They go to pull away from your touch, but you put your other hand on top of theirs. They let you do it.

You take their hand to your lips, slowly. They watch you as you press a kiss to their knuckles. Their pink lips part slightly when they feel the warmth of your mouth against their skin.

You turn their hand, kissing their palm, then wrist, and then you pull their sleeve to kiss further up their arm. They simply watch you. There is the slightest flush to their cheeks — barely noticeable, but still there. You are overcome with emotion upon seeing their beautiful face, their soft hair, the swirling depth in their eyes.

You let go of their hand and lean in closer, closer, impossibly close. Your very soul is tingling and you feel drunk on their energy. It’s pulling you in, tugging at your heart, calling at you.

You bury your face into their soft, blonde curls. They smell like warm, burnt wood and something sweet and dark you cannot name. They put their hand on the back of your head, run their fingers through your hair, not quite pulling you closer, just gently holding you.

You press a kiss onto their jaw.

“Angel,” they say — it’s a warning (a soft one, but a warning still), but you don’t listen. You can’t resist their warmth, their softness, their scent. Their very essence calls to you.

“Angel,” they repeat as you press a kiss to their soft, flushed cheek.

They don’t push you away, however, so you feel emboldened to drag your mouth along their skin until you almost reach the corner of their lips. You feel drunk and dizzy and warm — sugary and sweet desire tugs at your heart. You long to press your lips onto theirs. What do they taste like?

You never do learn how their lips taste (they must taste like sweet desire, they must, you think) because as soon as you move to give them a soft kiss, they push you away. Gently, and softly — but they still push you away.

“A kiss, no matter how sweet, isn’t worth an eternity in Hell,” they say, and you know their word is final.

“How can something so loving lead to Hell?” you ask.

“It is questions like these that lead angels to fall,” they respond.

They let you sit with them by the river for a while longer. You watch them, and they watch the deep water.

“What do you see inside?” you ask at some point.

“Nothing you would understand,” they answer.

When you turn to leave, you say, “I will come back again, you know.”

“I know, little angel. You are free to do as you please, but it wouldn’t be wise to return.”

“I know.”

You watch them as you leave — a regal, sorrowful figure in white.

As you turn away from them, you wonder how many more times you will come to Hell before you finally fall.

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer sandman #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #angel!reader #the sandman 2022 #gwendoline christie #i will produce my own garbage and also consume it

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little-engineer-who-cant · 15 days

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When the past knocks on her door, Silena has to come clean

Part 4 of Sirens Scream Names Forgotten by Tomorrow, Laid to Rest in Infinity

(Chapter 1 under cut)

Chapter 1: That's the Nature of Secrets, Dark and Deep, Waiting to be Found

Summary: Silena opens her door.

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.”

- Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)

There’s a knock on her door, one that lights the rune next to it, one that whispers if you know how to listen and Silena knows. There’s a demigod at the door. Not unexpected, not really, there’s always a part of her that’s ready.

So she opens it, bracing herself and-

No, no, no, please, why do the gods hate me so much that it’s you?

“Silena?” Clarisse whispers, blood dripping from her mouth and left arm, onto the ripped and faded carpet in a steady stream. Silena should shut the door right fucking now. Bolt it, grab a knife, if she was smart , she would run like hell. Get out of dodge before this barely coherent house of cards comes crashing on top of her. Death by a thousand cuts.”Are you… real?” I can’t turn you away, even if it burns everything down.

Burn everything down? It was ashes the second Clarisse came to Gotham, even if neither of them knew it then. But she’s still bleeding all over the hallway, so instead of burning, Silena shuts down.

Compartmentalizing. That’s what her textbooks call it anyways.

“Come in.” She goes through the motions. Nectar first, a gulp, then two, down the other woman’s throat to stabilize her. Heal some of the smaller injuries and reduce her susceptibility to the larger ones. Fresh clothes, bandages, stitching supplies, splinting tools, everything she needs pulled out of her perfectly packed and carefully hidden medical cabinet in the wall, slipped behind a large painting that had cost her an arm and a leg at an art fair. Focus.

“What are you doing here?” Clarisse demands, keeping very still and breathing as steadily as she can while Silena peels away the bloody and torn jacket, revealing a deep and jagged cut on her upper left bicep.

“Living.” That’s the safest answer, the closest to the truth that doesn’t also mean hiding from everyone like you.

“Living?” The raspiness of that breathing betrays the reality of just how injured the daughter of Ares really is. The bleeding arm has become Silena’s least pressing issue. The swelling and the concerning amount of blood staining her teeth indicate some possible facial fractures. There’s no obvious sign of an entry wound anywhere but the arm, but punctured organs were a high possibility depending on which rib was broken and where. If there’s a punctured or perforated lung, Silena may not be able to help at all.

“Lay down, I need to check your ribs.” She can’t let a conversation spiral, she’s not ready, she’s never been less ready. I thought I’d have some warning. A child’s fantasy, one she’d clung to like she’d have time to don her metaphorical armor before going to war with those who she used to be friends with, those she’s fought against before. Only now, it wouldn’t be the guerilla tactics of her infiltration, it would be guns blazing across no man’s land, into the trenches they’d dug out of self-righteousness and denial.

She’s never been good in a straight fight.

“Not until I get some answers.”

“First I need to check for broken ribs.”

“I’ll live. Now start talking, Silena, or I swear to every god I will-” No, no, no, no, not now, please, you can’t do this to me now-

“Stop talking!” she screams, clapping her hands over her ears and there’s no controlling the heat in the words that pour from her throat, and into the air around them. It’s inevitable, the way Clarisse freezes in place, face slackening and eyes going hazy in an all too sickeningly familiar facade of compliance. Just like she had stopped in place and stood without protest while Silena stole her armor for a suicide run. Just like she’d had no choice-

Instantly, she claps both hands over her mouth, scrambling away, away, away, get away, you lost control, you can’t lose control- stumbling over an end table and sending her favorite mug crashing to the ground to shatter. No, no, no-

“Silena,” Clarisse shakes off the charm , like a dog emerging from water, refocusing her eyes and extending her hand. Trying to hide a winch and hitch of breath that Silena tracks like a bloodhound, broken ribs-

“No,” she chokes, trying not to breathe, trying to shove every sound back into her own throat, strangle it all at the source-

“Silena!” And she can’t do this, I can’t lie to her again, I can’t see her like that again, I can’t, I can’t-

She risks it because the other option is Clarisse getting too close, close enough to stop you, dropping one hand to her neck and applying pressure. If she passes out, she can’t talk, she can’t hurt anyone, she can’t control anyone-

Clarisse vaults over the couch, heedless of the blood and injury and pain, ripping Silena’s hands away from her own body and yanking her close, arms fastened behind her own back.

“No,” she whimpers, struggling against a grip like iron, you’ve never been able to fight, you’ve always been a spy, “Clarisse-”

“I looked for you,” and that immobilizes her better than any hands, that broken whisper, the brutal despair in her best friend’s eyes. “You vanished.”

“I didn’t want to be found,” it’s an admission and self-condemnation all in one. Penance, that word pulses between them.

“Percy-”

“Fuck Percy!” Silena explodes, violent in a way she’s never let herself be before but this is my life and you’ve walked back in like I owe you- “Fuck Percy and fuck the empty words you all spouted. I know the truth, Clarisse! I know you all were lying! I could feel it, all of it, all of you. Do you know what hate tastes like? How it feels to swallow around distrust? I couldn’t taste food, Clarisse! I woke up starving and instead of bread, all I could taste was how much everyone in that medical center wanted me dead!” Her breath is too fast, her heart beating too hard but she can’t stop- “How could I stay?”

“How could you leave?” Clarisse demands, tightening her hold. There’ll be bruises in the morning, she can feel it. “How could you not try?”

“Try what? To earn my penance on everyone else's terms? To lie and express my regret?” That gets the grip to slacken, that lets her worm free.

“You-” and oh, Clarisse is shattered by this revelation but it’s true, “you don’t regret it?”

“I-” Charlie. “I regret the Princess Andromeda. I…” Silena swallows around that old friend named grief. “If I could change the past, I would change that.”

“But nothing else?”

“No.” And that’s the worst part. Because Silena has had a long time to reckon with her decisions. But most of them… Most of them are ones she can live with. Most of them aren’t making her lose sleep at night.

That one does.

“How…” Clarisse steps back, shock and horror plain on her face. “How can you not? You… You betrayed us!”

“I did what I thought was right.” And even if I was on the wrong side, I was right. That’s the one conclusion she’s been able to draw. Luke used the worst methods, but what other avenue would have worked? How many millenia have other demigods been trying and failing? It was always going to come to violence to get what we deserved. “The gods would have never listened to reason, Clarisse. It was their own hubris that wrote that prophecy. And like all the other prophecies, we are the ones who went to war for it.”

“I-” whatever she had been about to say was cut off by an oof of pain, the daughter of Ares staggering forward and onto one knee. “Fuck ,” she breathes.

“What happened to you?” Silena hesitates for a beat, you have helped worse people than her, why are you hesitating, then creeps forward enough to get a shoulder under the taller woman.

“Crazy costumed fucker-” Clarisse gasps and cuts herself off. Adrenaline’s gone, shock could be incoming. Whatever high she had to suppress the pain, it’s all gone now. Silena quickly puts one hand over Clarisse’s heart, hammering away strong and steady. A little fast, but not worryingly so from what she can tell. Then she moves her fingers to Clarisse’s neck, relief coursing through her at the rhythmic pound of a good pulse. Need to monitor that.

“There’s a lot of those.” Silena uses her position as a support to start taking inventory of the woman’s battered torso. Her shirt isn’t too bloody, a good sign but then her fingers hit a bump far too close to hip bones for anyone’s comfort. Definitely at least one broken rib. She can feel where the bone is separated. Fuck, heightened chance of perforated organs, need to watch that too-

“The one in a batsuit. Had a kid with him.” Silena’s hands freeze.

“Why did he attack you?” she whispers, ice shooting down her spine, there are no meta-humans in Gotham. And of all the people to find her here, it’s one of the ones who can be spotted as more from a mile away.

“Fuck if I know.” I can’t address this now, not with the tile under their feet getting wetter and wetter with blood slipping off Clarisse’s arm. It’s already going to be a bitch and a half to clean up, no need to add to it.

Shock position first. Then flush and stitch the arm to stop the bleeding. Then assess the bruising and fractures. If she had a punctured organ, there’d be more signs after she jumped over the damn couch. She needs to stop the bleeding, keep Clarisse’s heart rate steady and not deprive it of any more blood.

“Lay down, I need to stitch your arm.” It’s not the first time someone has bled on her couch, it won’t be the last. It’s why she got the very uncomfortable vinyl covers that Jason makes fun of her for. Easy to wash, easy to conceal. “This is going to hurt.”

“I know,” Clarisse accepts the rubber wafer Silena hands her with a grimace and obediently tries to help elevate her feet on the tall, firm cushion Silena puts at the end of the couch. “Just get it over with.” And she shoves the black brick into her mouth and Silena turns to get a saline flush.

—

She braces on the rickety side table, a rag clutched in one hand, head bent between her biceps, and she breathes. Clarisse is here, in Gotham, and has been beaten half to death by Batman. Batman. Of all the people who have crossed her doorstep, none of them have managed to run afoul of the various guardians of Gotham until now.

It had to be you, she stares at the closed eyes of her one-time best friend, the little scowl of pain between her brows, the discomforted curl of her lips, it had to be you.

She’s too tired to be angry. This life, it was always on a time limit, wasn’t it? A borrowed clock ticking down the seconds until she had to start again. Soon, that’s been the mantra of her life since the end, but it’s the truth. Soon. She’ll have to run, go somewhere else too dangerous to look, start her network over. It was always going to happen, this was never a permanent solution. What is your plan? What was ever your plan? She has enough money to drop and go, she can get papers easily, charm herself a new job-

“What the fuck is this?” Her heart stops at Jason’s rough snarl.

Soon has suddenly become never.

She crashes, falling to her knees and staring sightlessly at the slowly coagulating pool of blood on the tile that all belongs inside of the woman passed out on her sofa with a dangerous amount of nectar shoved down her throat. End of the line.

This was always something she vaguely feared, but never really believed would happen. Unimaginative. Now, she’s reaping what she’s sowed. What is your plan? a little, mocking voice in her head asks snidely.

A rag. That’s her plan. There’s blood on the tile, from where Clarisse had dripped all over during their scuffle. It needs to be cleaned. She has a rag. A plan. A lifeline.

What else can she do? Run? She’ll never outrun a bullet. And the blood needs to be cleaned up anyways. It’s the least she can do, despite the awful state of this building. Her landlord was always kind enough to not ask questions. Eye for an eye and this whole city is playing blind.

So she unclenches her hand, folding the cloth neatly like that will change the fact that it’s wiping up the blood, not looking up at him, not answering. Just breathing, tasting his shock like a lightning bolt on her tongue, wrinkling her nose as it tangled with the ongoing thrum of Clarisse’s muted pain like cracker jacks and caramel kettle corn, too sweet to be pleasant. She wipes and waits. It’s said that a bullet to the head is quick and she’s not stopping him, practically handing him the back of her head on a silver platter, he’d make it quick.

There’s a rustle and a clink and she waits. The blinding pain never comes. His hand does instead, covering hers. She stares at the back of it, at scarred knuckles and the little tendrils of ink that creep down from his wrist.

Wordlessly, he takes the rag from her and starts wiping at the bloody tile, brow furrowed with thunderous thoughts, eyes dark and emotions tasting more sour than an unripe lemon, but he’s here and she’s alive. Even if this calm before a hurricane doesn’t last, Silena loves him for it.

She gets a second rag.

#silena beauregard #clarisse la rue #jason todd #percy jackson and the olympians #batman #my writing #ao3 link

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thefloofinator · 2 years

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[Title:] It's Tough To Be A God

[Author:] @just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot

[Characters:] Remy, Marcus (OC), and Eden (OC)

[Ratings/Warnings:] Fic is rated Mature, art has no warnings

[ID] [The piece depicts a scene featuring Remy(the god Nyx), and one of Bri's OCs, Marcus, as well as their partner Nyxi-Styx's OC, Eden, in Remy's room. Remy is standing in the middle ground on the left side of the room, watching Marcus and Eden in the center of the fore ground loooking a bit worried. Remy is depicted as a guy with pale skin and dark hair. His eyes are literally dark, like his scleras are dark and his pupils are white. He's wearing a black crop top with the word SLEEP across his chest. He's also wearing a dark blue nightgown thatis open so we can see his torso. Finally, he's wearing black pajama or sleep shorts. He has no shoes, only socks. We can see a full frontal view of him standing. Next, is Marcus, who has his back to the camera and is sitting down. He is shown having light skin and blonde hair, with the tips being dyed orange. He's wearing and orange beanie and a orange turtleneck, as well as a burgundy looking jacket. In front of him is Eden, who is crouched holding Marcus' right arm looking very concerned. He has brown skin(he's also got a mole underneath his left eye), dark hair and green eyes. He's wearing a white dress shirt with a black bowtie underneath a dark grey vest as well as black pants and black half moon glasses. They are crouched/sitting in front of Remy's round bed with big dark blue curtains parted on the sides of it hanging from the ceiling. On the borders of the walls and ceiling, there are those LED lights that some gen z teenagers have in their rooms. The wall to the right has a strip of neon green lights while the wall on the left has a strip of neon pink lights. Because of this there is a mix of lighting with green lighting on the left hitting the back of Eden and some of the curtains, as well as the front of Marcus, and pink lighting, hitting the back and shide of Marcus, the side of Eden, and just completely shrouding Remy.]

Hey y'all! I did one more piece for @sandersidesbigbang this year and this one was ROUGH. Like it took awhile but boy was it worth it and boy was it fun. This was really fun, the teamml was really great, and I just overall had a blast with y'all. Bri's an amazing author, like please go show them love by reading and supporting the fic. Also support the other artist, @purplecrayonismine , because she also made so.ething for this fic and fellas, when I tell you that piece is badass...

Here's the link to @just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot 's post:

Or if that's not your jam, here's the link to it on AO3:

Finally, here's the link to @purplecrayonismine 's post:

#tssbb 2022 #thomas sanders sides big bang 2022 #tss #sanders sides #remy sanders

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monsoonxskies · 1 year

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Aight yeah I’m deciding to drop my jolleraptor art here too cuz it’s my most polished general artwork that isn’t transformation related lmao

Battle of the bands! Featuring my jolle, Styx, and @vulturequills ‘s jolle, Fen1x! I love these two idiots- Always a joy to draw them together

As a note: This was drawn in early October of last year ^^

#digital art #closed species #jolleraptors #rockstar #punk rock #80s metal aesthetic #lucca draws things #artists on tumblr

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jayahult · 2 years

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SFF / YA ideas that are taking up space in my head right now, for future reference to myself:

-Apparently cliche YA story about young heiress in a low-fantasy world who learns of forbidden magic that rapidly transforms into a gender-swapped retelling of the story of King Solomon, complete with a four-hundred man harem, occult elements and sealing demons.

-Relatedly, inspired by a prompt from @prokopetz, a teenager who has read far too many YA novels seeks out a powerful, immortal mage for apprenticeship who hasn't left his secluded home for centuries; immortal mage swiftly becomes deeply invested in her well-being after learning that she may actually be an orphan with little or no adult supervision.

-Reconstruction of minotaur myth as transgression of nature and man. Want to fit that in somewhere sometime.

-Related to the above, I've been on a real occult kick after reading The Black Arts by Richard Cavendish. The chapters on astrology, summoning spirits, and ritual magic are percolating a lot in my head, and I've come up with some interesting ideas for SFF-oriented magic. Nine divine houses that loosely match with the nine astrological planets, with access to them and their power often being associated with a geas / taboo / sacrifice; Odin gives an eye for knowledge, Samson cannot cut his hair for his strength, and so on and so forth. You can sort of think of these as King Solomon's heavy crown or some such; a regalia of divine rulership over the world predicated on a sacrifice. -Contrarily, there are also Chthonic / profane powers, but they aren't inverted to the divine ones; after all, the shape of the stars do not correspond one-to-one with the shape of the Earth. I imagine them as more primordial or chaotic than the structure of divinity, being ills that are as old as or might even predate human beings. Where the divine has houses, the profane has "gates" - you're letting this power out of the box, not being invited into power on condition. Most of this "letting out" is done by proxy of a demon. My initial instinct was to have the gates be based off of the five rivers of the Greek underworld (Forgetfulness / Ignorance, Woe, Lamentation, Flaming / Violence, Styx / Fear) but those feel vague. The Nine Circles of Hell of Dante's Inferno make sense also.

-Oooh, or maybe these gates are less where a demon is from, and more where they were put. The religious poetry of William Blake describes Salamandrine Men as inhabitants of "the Cave" - interpreted as Hell by some - IIRC. So maybe there's the primal Chthons - let's call that Tartarus - and then there's the structured Chthons, which might be called Hades. Human beings bound the primal furies / salamandrine men of Tartarus into the defined name and form so that they were easier to understand and deal with instead of being big morasses of awful plagues and possession and sin and death. These gates that the demons were put behind gained a power all their own, and opening them... that works! Now just to decide on what the gates should be. Maybe I should tag in @victoriadallonfan for that one in his DMs...

-Been on a bit of a "weird guns of the late 1800s" kick. Not sure how to integrate this knowledge. More work to be done.

-(Is @-ing people on tumblr bad form? I am entirely unsure!)

-This reminds me, I need to read more William Blake and do some serious interpretation on it.

-Still need to do that trans Frankenstein thriller thing. And that Confessions of an Agriculturalist and War Criminal thing. And that one thing about cloning that'll probably get people super mad at me.

#note to self #for later #writing #i think only half of this makes sense. but that's a problem for future me.

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Character Intro: Pallas (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- The Beast of Battle by the people of Olympius

Brother by Perses

Gray Eyes by Dione

Age- 53 (immortal)

Location- Thessaly, Olympius

Personality- Generally, he can be extremely stoic & pugnacious and profoundly untamed and stubborn at times. He's also highly intelligent. He's "relaxed" a great deal since retiring from his official duties. He's currently single.

As the Titan god of battle & warcraft, he has enhanced speed, strength, reflexes & endurance (though not to the extent of Hermes). When triggered by intense emotions of anger, he can transform into a hulking muscled mass- standing at almost 14 ft tall & weighing over 2,000 pounds! He has an innate expertise in battle strategies & is proficient in the art of the sword.

After staying a while at his best friend's place in Colchis, Pallas has recently built his own home- a house made entirely out of black stone in Thessaly near the moutainside. He genuinely likes the seclusion & sense of privacy, being away from the continuous noise that is New Olympus. In storage, Pallas still has his chariot that he used to use when in battle.

He has dealt with a lot- his term of punishment in Tartarus (for siding with Kronos during the Titanomachy), the breakdown of his relationship with Styx (Titaness of hatred) & their eventual divorce. At first, Pallas compared those moments to having his insides sucked in through a black hole, but now, he's starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. He longer refers to his ex-wife as the "vile low-life she-witch who sucked out my entire life force." He now looks forward to being a more involved father & being around others he respects and likes.

To keep himself some company, he has recently gotten some new furry companions! Pallas owns two bloodhounds and three german shepherds (all boys) and their names are Major, Cadet, Victor, Scout & Pilot. They all go for a five mile jog and mountain hike every morning.

His go-to drink is a qamar al din (apricot juice). He doesn't drink alcohol. He also likes orange juice, protein wheatgrass & spinach smoothies, goat milk, and water. His usual from The Roasted Bean is an olympian sized roast coffee (with plenty of sugar).

He also enjoys smoking cigars.

Pallas' best and closest friend in the entire pantheon is Perses (Titan god of destruction). They have been through more than most beings go through in many lifetimes! They lava surf, smoke cigars, work out, sword fight, jog, play football (soccer), and ride their go-karts. He's also good friends with Acheron (Titan god of pain), Nomos (god of laws), Ioke (goddess of pursuit, tumult, & battle rout), Anytos (Titan god of anonymity & secrets), Homadus (god of the battle-din), Draco (god of dragons), Coeus (Titan god of foresight, intellect, & knowledge), Soter (god of safety), Kydoimos (god of uproar & battlefield confusion), Menoetius (Titan god of rage, violence, & rash actions), Ponos (god of hard labor & toil), Harpocrates (god of silence & discretion), Erebus (god of darkness), Polemos (god of the war cry), and Alastor (god of blood feuds & vengeance).

Pallas' favorite frozen treat is dark chocolate espresso ice cream.

To this day, he still despises Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) and particularly dislikes his daughter Athena (goddess of wisdom). Pallas views Ares (god of war) as being too reckless, but he doesn't dislike him.

As far as his relationship with his children, Pallas does want it to be better all around. He wasn't there while they were growing up (due to his imprisonment in Tartarus). He can't help but feel closer to his daughter Nike (goddess of victory), mainly because she's the one who visits him the most. Despite being the oldest of the quadruplets, Pallas does baby her in a way. He even makes her favorite dessert, kanafeh. He does wish that his other son Zelus (god of envy, jealousy, & zeal) and his other daughter Bia (goddess of force & power) would talk & be in contact with him more. Pallas does try to make an effort, scheduling a family dinner with the five of them every week, but Bia has only been to a few & Zelus not showing up to any. Pallas does have a fairly good relationship with his other son Kratos (god of strength) & has even taken up his idea of making a profile for an online dating app. They also sword fight and fence.

As a business, Pallas operates a veteran center for soldiers currently or retired from the Olympian Army. The center is there to provide help & services for the soldiers and their families.

In his free time he also enjoys mountain climbing, reading, basketball, chess, fishing, archery, hiking, & working out.

Aside from kanafeh, Pallas can also make a delicious mejadra- rice cooked with lentils & topped with crispy fried onions and spanakopita. He also likes the meat lover's burger & lamb gyros from Olympic Chef.

"Till the last drop of your blood, never give up."

#my oc #my oc character #my character #oc character #pallas #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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sorcererscumbag · 6 months

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Hewwo everypony! (Is shot dead.)

I'm Lloyd Styx, I mostly repost stuff, but sometimes I post my own art too! I'll make a tagging system later, but for now look under #myart !

I love my boyfriend!!! @elu-sivek

My special interest is Dr Strange & Transformers! Currently hyperfixated on MLP aswell, so might ponify my spins.. or my bf.. both even.

Read my carrd!!!

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I've been watching the World Race to complete Athena's fight & I've been fascinated by her transformed appearance this whole time.

Maybe one day I will get art of Azem & Styx's transformed appearances.

But I say maybe cause that means finding someone okay with drawing straight up Eldritch Horrors-

#ooc [chaos speaks]

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goffsticky · 1 year

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🤨🏳️‍🌈?

#styx transformers art #styx art #the transformers #transformers g1 #g1 shockwave #shockwave #soundwave g1 #g1 soundwave #soundwave #maccadam #decepticon #decepticons #transformers generation one

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Kimmerly Sheds More Light On Her New Song 'Heaven' Carson Ruby Kimmerly, who goes by the stage name Kimmerly kicked off her musical journey with a violin, this journey started quite early as she felt music was a part of her and played a major role in her life. “I started producing music at a very young age, and naturally wasn’t great at it on my first try. I found my own voice by using my acoustic instrumentals and classical influences, but it took me time to develop my style.” – This is how Kimmerly described her musical growth during a recent interview with Mister Styx of Musicarenagh. Kimmerly is not only glued to one side of art but her interests spread to other parts of art, she disclosed she was a lover of all types of art: paintings, collages, poetry, music, nature, pop culture. Recently she released a romantic song on valentine’s day which is a soundtrack in the film 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which was originally produced by Julia Michaels’ Using her guitar and violin, KIMMERLY transforms the OG pop tune into a melancholic alt-pop anthem. Heaven is a ballad with a sensual touch that is perfect for couples and sets the mood right. In the interview, Kimmerly shared some bits and pieces of her personal life amongst other things. Get the full story below while you enjoy Heaven https://open.spotify.com/track/2Dx6J4FClj1JO57B5ozPYi Follow Kimmerly on Spotify Bandcamp Twitter Instagram What is your stage name? I am known professionally as KIMMERLY. Is there a story behind your stage name? Yes, there is. It’s quite a boring story, to be honest. The single-name alias I have adopted is simply my maiden name. My given name at birth was Carson Ruby Kimmerly, but I never thought that name was fitting for my artistic vision. I’ve always been famously indecisive, so choosing a stage name was one of my main struggles when I first decided to join the music industry. I would be lying if I said I didn’t have quite a history of abandoned personas that never amounted to much… Ultimately, I decided to go simply with KIMMERLY - a name that was artistic enough to carry my sound, and personal enough that I’d never lose sight of my roots. Where do you find inspiration? I find inspiration from wherever it’s convenient. I am a lover of all types of art: paintings, collages, poetry, music, nature, pop culture, etc. My debut album ‘Of Muses and Music’ boasted Monet’s Water Lilies paintings, Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’, Vermeer’s ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’, and more titular works as its references. For my latest release (my cover of ‘Heaven’), I took a cheeky take on some recognizable traditional and vintage religious artworks for the aesthetic, as well as adding in some Valentine’s Day imagery. What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I have always enjoyed music and have especially fond memories of a lot of the CDs that my mom had in her car when I was a little kid. I always tell people, though, that my true musical journey began when I started on the classical violin in sixth grade. [caption id="attachment_47441" align="alignnone" width="1440"] I have always enjoyed music and have especially fond memories of a lot of the CDs that my mom had in her car when I was a little kid.[/caption] Through my years as a violinist, I learned all I needed about music theory and instrumental performance. I was playing professional literature by the time I got out of middle school and went on to win a number of awards in violin performance. I even had a career as a violin instructor for a short time. My skills in music eventually translated into writing my own materials and producing my own tracks. Are you from a musical or artistic family? Not particularly. I was always the creative one in my small household. My dad was self-taught on a couple of instruments, but nothing nearly as serious as my journey became. I was blessed to grow up in a school system that had ample resourc

es for art and music education and allowed me to hone my skills at school as well as in my free time. My family was always very supportive of my creative aspirations and never tried to steer me any other way. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? It was never a question that I was meant to do something creative. My ultimate goal ended up being music-based due to my natural affinity for the art and my genuine love of writing and producing songs. One notable artist that really helped spark my ambition (and interest in the music industry specifically) was Melanie Martinez. Her unbounded creativity and devotion to her own unique image convinced me that I, too, could create something larger than myself that could bring others joy. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? While a lot of my skills are self-taught, I attribute most of my knowledge of music to my background in classical violin. I never would have been able to teach myself on the guitar and the piano if I had not started out with a strong understanding of such a complex instrument like the violin. My classical education also provided me with a comprehensive knowledge of music theory, essential for writing and composing. Lyrically and vocally, I have always just relied on my natural abilities to carry me. What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? The first concert I attended was the Backstreet Boys (on their DNA tour). They’re energy was… contagious! I had a lot of fun that night. Other than that, I’ve just been to a pretty impressive amount of classical/chamber orchestral concerts, many of them as a performer. I was almost able to see Melanie Martinez live back in 2020 on her k-12 Tour, but the show was canceled due to COVID. I am still salty about that one to this day… How could you describe your music? I tend to bounce around a lot when it comes to sound and influences, but my basis is always my acoustic instrumentals and my subject matter is usually on the melancholy side of things. I group my music under the ever-broadening genre of alternative music for simplicity’s sake. Describe your creative process. I think that my creative process is a little unconventional to most. I don’t always feel inspired to record and produce music, so I tend to go for long periods of time without doing much at all (besides working on the marketing side of the business). I am, however, always coming up with new ideas. I fill up pages on the daily of lyrics, ideas, and song titles. I prefer to hand-write mostly. I’ll admit, I do end up misplacing quite a bit of material this way. When I do decide I’m in the mood to record and produce, I do it all at once. I will record, mix, and finalize a track all in one day. Then, I sit on my finished (or mostly finished) projects until I feel it’s the right time to share them with the world. What is your main inspiration? My inspirations are mainly classical. Whether it be music, art, poetry, or whatever else, I prefer to look backwards. My instrumentals are suggestive of classical composers and sounds. The artworks that I call my muses date back as far as the 1500s. Basically, I find inspiration in the artistic culture of times past. What musician do you admire most and why? I have a very strong respect for any artist that writes their own lyrics and melodies, and those who do their own instrumentals. I hate how the music industry has become so manufactured. So many ‘artists’ these days aren’t artists at all; they’re just a pretty face to sell other people’s works. I’ve always admired artists like Fiona Apple who have a very hands-on approach with their music. Has your style evolved since the beginning of your career? Yes, definitely! I started producing music at a very young age, and naturally wasn’t great at it on my first try. I found my own voice by using my acoustic instrumentals and classical influences, but it took me time to develop my style. I hope by now that I can translate a consistent, creative voice through my dis

cography. What are your interests outside of music? Obviously, I love art. I both create and study art in my free time. I like to work on the business side of things, too, which translates well to my music career. I also find a lot of enjoyment in physical movement and exercise. What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? The biggest issue for most indie artists, I’d think, is just trying to figure out where to start. Music is such a saturated industry, but it’s also an industry where saturation isn’t necessarily a bad thing. It can be so confusing. Sometimes just trying to figure it out is exhausting… but when you can accomplish anything in this business it feels so damn good! What are your plans for the coming months? I have a very unique release that I’m working on for the next month or two… more to come on this project soon! It’s going to be a fun one, for sure :) Do you have any artistic collaboration plans I am chatting with some really cool indie artists that I’ve made personal connections with about possible collaborations. I hope to be able to share some cool projects with my audience soon! What message would you like to give to your fans? I would just like to say ‘thank you’ to everyone who has taken the time to listen to my music and explore my visuals. I know that my dream of making it in this industry is hardly unique - but if I stand out to you for whatever reason, that means a lot to me.

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xaracosmia · 1 year

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, GABRIEL. 🌑

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

Name: Gabriel

Age: thousands of years old chronologically, appears ~30

Pronouns: he/him

Series: Ultrakill

canon point: Post-Act 2

app triggers: Blood, gore, body horror, canon-typical violence, death / mass death, murder / mass murder, torture (as in people suffering in Hell), apocolypic senarios, religious themes / religious trauma and guilt, references to Christianity, decapitation

personality:

Described as having a ‘radiant personality’ that made him popular among angels, Gabriel is generally well-spoken and confident. Though he still certainly carries with him some arrogance, he has since become humbled due to being bested by a machine not once — but twice.

But what has grown in him since then is not hatred at his defeat, but passion and pure desire to overcome strife and do things for himself, and no longer any supposed greater power. Instead of chasing only after victory, he has learned to enjoy the struggle of a good battle even if it ends in his defeat.

However, years upon years of repression and desperation to perfectly fit his exalted status as an archangel and the will of God has left him with a deep sense of guilt and shame. Guilt with the blood on his hands for all those he’s slain and punished in Hell in the past — and residual shame as he begins to partake in acts and desires previously condemned by his ‘superiors’ for the sake of living up to immensely high standards of supposed purity and virtue.

Now that he has begun to see himself as his own person instead of an extension of God, he has become more open and honest with himself. Gabriel’s true feelings are intense and can easily overwhelm now if he isn’t careful.

Given his often poetic type of speech, it does seem like that he has interest in writing, art, and, of course, the dramatics.

something your muse struggles with:

Having realized the true cruelty of his past actions, guilt now weighs down on Gabriel heavily.

Finally allowing his true feelings to flow out, he can become easily consumed by them.

your muse’s greatest strength:

Gabriel is proactive and diligent, with a strong desire to overcome any challenge that may come his way.

Brimming with purpose, he is determined to make things right — no matter the cost.

history / background:

It’s unknown how exactly supreme angels are made - while lesser angels are born from human souls ascending to heaven, greater ones were likely crafted by God, from God’s light Himself. Gabriel was one of these angels personally created by the Father before His disappearance.

And when He disappeared, the angels of Heaven were left in a panic before they created a divine Council in His place, continuing to carry out His will upon Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Gabriel quickly caught their attention, as through sheer determination and honing his skill, was deemed the brightest of the angels. The Council soon sent him down to Hell to deal with the Lust layer renaissance - where the previous Judge of Hell and ruler of the Lust layer, king Minos, used the time afforded by Heaven’s temporary disfunction to build Lust into a beautiful city where himself and other ‘sinners’ no longer had to suffer.

Minos had attempted to speak with Gabriel to try and stop him, but the angel refused, slaying him without hesitation. This was ‘justice’ to him, after all, as the Council demanded that sinners were to suffer forever in the depths of Hell. This earned Gabriel the title of Judge of Hell, and from then on spent most of his time in Hell to tend to matters down there, being the only angel allowed to properly see what occurs within these layers. This included judging whether or not souls left in Limbo were ready to ascend to Heaven, as well as helping and saving the Ferrymen of the Wrath layer who were nearly drowned due to river Styx transforming into a massive ocean as millions of deceased human souls flooded it in large waves, and keeping the Leviathan contained to Wrath.

After all, as he was busy in Hell, humans continued massive technological progress on Earth, creating war machines powered by blood and unleashing them, even continuing to cling onto them in times of peace. One way or another, mankind went extinct, filling Hell with deceased souls and causing the blood-powered robots to begin to descend into Hell to gorge themselves in blood. While humans had sent machines down to Hell beforehand for scouting missions, now they came down at an unprecedented rate. This included a certain prototype known as V1.

Likely due to its blood-absorbing plating and numerous weapons that granted it an advantage in Hell, V1 accidentally became the head of the robotic army, quickly descending down Hell’s layers and first coming into contact with Gabriel. Of course, he was sent to best the machines by the Council to prevent the End of Hell, but - in another unprecedented move, V1 was able to defeat Gabriel in combat, who was previously undefeated. As he fled and returned to Heaven to speak with the Council, they found this loss against a mere object unacceptable. They tore the Father’s light from Gabriel, condemning him to only 24 hours left of life before the embers died out, only promising it back if he unmade his mistake and defeated the machine.

As it was torn, his agony and sorrow and torment and pain turned to pure, burning hatred.

If the machines seek blood, he would give it freely;

and with such fury, even metal will bleed.

Gabriel then descended back down into Hell, settling in the Heresy layer. After all, he knew that V1 would eventually make its way there in its endless hunger — and, of course, it did.

Brimming with hatred and overwhelmed with emotion, he lashed out at the machine that took so much from him with vicious words and his special swords; Justice and Splendor.

Something about that fight irrevocably changed Gabriel, however. It brought him to highs he never had felt before, finally having an opponent truly worth fighting, one finally equal to or greater than his level. Even with the taste of his own blood in his mouth, Gabriel realized how much he enjoyed battle like this — never truly having hatred, but passion and a desire to overcome.

In the end, V1 bested him once more — but that’s exactly what he needed.

Gabriel took off to think over things, and as he did, his worldview shattered. An angel, defeated by a mere object, not once, but twice. Completely unthinkable, and yet, it happened; and in that thought he had a series of revelations. That he had been living only to serve others, purely as a vessel for the supposed Will of God. How The Council chased the light of God’s fire, twisting and warping the memory of its words.

But God is dead and gone now — and he realized that, for the first time, he had done something only himself had truly wanted.

He realized that the strict dogma engraved into his mind enabled him to commit atrocities in the name of God, and he felt a great guilt for everything he had done. Deciding to take fate into his own hands, Gabriel decided to live his last few hours as himself, and do what he could to make things right: by destroying the system that had molded him into a cruel weapon.

On his last trip to Heaven, he solidified his fate by killing The Council. After the chaos caused by the disappearance of The Father, they took over Heaven by using faith to stoke fear in and control the populus. Especially Gabriel himself.

And yet, he struck them down with ease as they fell under his blades, one by one. They had kept their hands clean of blood by having him do the dirty work instead, their cushioned seats and schemes rendering them impotent in battle. It felt like a weight was being taken off his shoulders, even as the last one stammered out an argument.

After all, they reminded him that only The Council could reunite Gabriel with The Father’s light, which was the only way he could continue living.

With a solemn “I know”, he then killed the last one, even knowing that his betrayal confirmed his death.

Above a crowd of angels, Gabriel then presented the still-bleeding head of that slain Councilor.

His arm outstretched, without a word, the people saw. In the silence the message rang out to the far ends of the cosmos.

powers / abilities:

Flight - At will, Gabriel can manifest a glowing halo and wings that can be used to fly and hover in the air.

Light constructs - He can create and summon weapons made of divine light - such as spears, axes, swords, etc. When thrown, they can explode.

Teleportation - He can quickly teleport around - both in small bursts and greater distances, such as directly from Hell to Heaven and vice versa.

inherent abilities:

Though Gabriel’s form is humanoid, his body is made from divine light. He does not require sleep or food, but can partake in such things if he wishes. His rate of recovery from injuries is not immediate, but faster than a human’s. He also cannot die of old age, and can go without air/breathing for longer than average.

Even among fellow supreme angels, he is physically strong and a skilled fighter. He also has a lot of endurance (with TWO health bars).

Outside of combat, Gabriel is also skilled at playing the organ and piano.

He’s weak/vulnerable to nail guns. I’m not sure if this will ever be relevant but it’s worth mentioning I guess

his armor turns bright red when hes angy

has now realized that he’s gay

items / weapons:

Splendor and Justice - twin swords with their own sheathes. They can be thrown as a projectile and returned to his hands at will. They can also explode.

A copy of The Bible.

starting ability: Light constructs

starting item: Splendor and Justice

extra:

Obviously he can’t really only have 24 hours left to live in xc, so he’s gonna keep living………somehow!

He. is. my. BABYGIRL!!! [my telekinesis sends you flying backwards]

discord id: IMPERFECT HATRED#8490

#xc application #exo cosmia #mun: aether

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shortstormexdecepticon · 5 years

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Beatbox Redesign! Edit: Added Shoulder Spirals

#My Art #My OC #Transformers OC #Beatbox #Beatbox The Styx Guard

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squiddlysq · 5 years

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Sketch dump of my son

#transformers #transformers sona #him him big boy #actually smol boy compared to other cybertronians #anyway i lvoe him #digital art #artists on tumblr #his name is flashbang and hes GOOD #his symbiotes are styx and ricochet if you cant read my handwriting #squiddlyart

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caimofnoceur · 2 years

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47 more free and helpful things, that everyone can take advantage of

Music

Gnoosic is your place go for new music recommendations. It asks for three of your favourite bands, and based on them, spits out an artist that you might like. You can also “like”, “dislike”, or mark it as something you aren’t familiar with – which further refines the results.

NoCopyrightSounds is a copyright free / stream safe record label, providing free to use music to the content creator community. NCS Music is free to use for independent Creators and their UGC (User Generated Content) on YouTube & Twitch - always remember to credit the Artist, track and NCS and link back to our original NCS upload.

Radio Garden take a trip 'round the world's airwaves! Just pick a city — literally any city — and Radio Garden will play you whatever its local radio station is broadcasting.

Radiooooo Radio Garden walked so Radiooooo could run. This site adds a timeline function so you can listen to radio from not just anywhere, but anywhen. Get down to those 1910s Germany bops!

Art

Krita free and open-source raster graphics editor designed primarily for digital painting and 2D animation.It is made by artists that want to see affordable art tools for everyone. It runs on Windows, macOS, Linux, Android and Chrome OS

29a.ch interactive site that lets you color what looks to be a map of the cosmos, but I'm honestly not sure. Whatever it is, it's mesmerizing.

Games

Patatap is an interactive website that responds to the keys on your keyboard with a sound and a brief animation. Now imagine hammering in entire sentences – and you got an explosion of sounds, colors, and movement! Once you start typing in random paragraphs, it becomes almost hypnotic, in a way.

Drench a very simple browser game, Drench gives you a board with different colored tiles, and you use the buttons to flip the colors around. Do this until your board is full of tiles of a single color only.

River Styx an interactive point-and-click game that takes you through the river Styx and the Underworld. You will meet many Greek Gods and Goddesses here, and you will also be learning a lot about their myths and legends.

2048 this website lets you play a game called 2048, which is kinda like Tetris but with addition. Use your arrow keys to try to combine numbers until you reach 2048, or go ~beyond~ and try to reach 4096.

Little Alchemy 2 fun little time killer. As its name suggests, the website deals with the process of transformation you achieve when you start mixing different things. You start with Earth, Fire, Water, and Air. The goal is to create as many different materials or objects as possible. For example, earth and air will form dust. There are no rules just mix and match your creations to create new ones. You will not even know where your time went.

Akinator website is magic or rather feels like one. You can think of any character in this entire world and through a series of question, it will deduce the name. Don’t believe me, go try for yourself.

Find the Invisible Cow You’re going to want to make sure your sound is on in this fun finding game! Find the invisible cow in this laugh out loud version of hot and cold.

CookieClicker How fast can you click for cookies? Level up and become a cookie pro with this fun time-wasting website!

Knowledge

Zooniverse A really neat website that brings people together to create one of the largest platforms for people-powered research. Volunteers come together to assist professional researchers. There is no need for a specialised background or training; all you have to do is to answer simple questions.

Cool Hunting is a really cool publication platform that uncovers the latest in design, technology, style, travel, art and culture. If you are into art, architecture, and culture, then this website is perfect for you.

OCEARCH Shark Tracker This one looks right on the money for the folks who can’t get enough of sharks! With OCEARCH Shark Tracker, you can keep a track of tagged sharks as they are busy swimming around the deep ocean. Moreover, the website also lets you zoom in on a particular location to check where sharks have been swimming for the past year.

Ad Astra-app An essential tool for every astronomer. The star atlas and skyguide that makes it really easy to pick the best objects, make your own observation list and use it when you are outside

100,000 Stars is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen on the web. It shows a representation of galaxy with stars inside it. You can take a tour which starts from the Sun and takes you to the outer edges of the galaxy while teaching you valuable insights in between.

wikiHow is an online wiki-style publication featuring how-to articles on a variety of topics. For example: How to make ginger ale, How change a lock or How to survive an encounter with an ostrich.

Cooking

Cooking for Engineers is a godsend for those who love to cook. This website has it all, from recipes, to kitchen gear, to cooking tests, down to a handy dictionary. The best part about this website is its classic 90’s layout, which makes accessing the recipes and files intuitive and easier.

My Fridge Food at this point, your fridge probs has, like, three random items in it, and you're starting to panic about meal options. Enter My Fridge Food, which inputs everything you have in your kitchen and outputs a recipe. Bless.

Work, or relax

Da Font Tired of your basic Times New Roman? You can spend hours downloading new fonts from typography artists to spice up your new document!

A Soft Murmur If you’re looking to create your own ambient background music to listen to while you work or read, A Soft Murmur is the fun website for you! Create your own mix of white noise and other natural sounds to relax and waste some time.

Rainy Mood Get all the benefits of rain without getting caught in it with Rainy Mood! This is perfect for setting a relaxed and chilled out mood.

I Waste So Much Time The website is designed to literally allow you to waste your time. There are no long articles, just funny pictures with embedded texts. A very good time waster for short breaks.

This Is My Website Now The website truly kills your time. It is just a collection of small games which you can play on your browser. Effective for less than 10 minutes of usage, it’s good for a short break.

Instructables If you’ve always wanted to learn how to DIY but didn’t know where to start, try Instructables. They have community posts with step-by-step instructions to help you become a DIY master in no time.

OBS Open Broadcaster Software is free and open source software for video recording and live streaming. Stream to Twitch, YouTube and many other providers. only downside to it is that you have a power director watermark in the corner of your video, but its not very large.

Sleepytime is your sleeping schedule out of whack? This fun website calculates exactly when you need to go to sleep and wake up in order to get a good night’s sleep.

Boredom

MapCrunch Go on an adventure without leaving your home — because you can't! This site plops you down in a random location on the globe, and all that's left to do is explore.

List of Conspiracy Theories Get sucked down the dark rabbit hole of the internet that will have you denying history and wearing tinfoil hats. Wikipedia’s list of conspiracy theories will have you scrolling for ages!

This Person Does Not Exist If AI and deep-fakes fascinate you, this is a website that will either make you very excited, or give you nightmares about whether ‘The Matrix’ is real, and if you, at some point in your life, took the blue pill instead of the red one. Either way, the website generates fake people using GAN (or generative adversarial networks), and displays them to you. You can refresh the page to see a different face. Also, if this interests you, you might also like:

This Cat Does Not Exist. You know, because why stare at human faces when you can look at cats instead.

The Useless Web Want to see what the Internet truly has to offer? Take a peek at The Useless Web to see what truly is out there.

Not Always Right Had a bad day at work? Did that one annoying, pesky customer or client who just wouldn’t shut up tried to give you a hard time, and succeeded? Then this website is just perfect for you! It’s a collection of stories about customers who just don’t know when to shut up.

Zoom Quilt If you're looking to be hypnotized, then check out this site, which is basically a picture that infinitely zooms in to reveal new pictures.

Just for fun

Tickld is your go-to spot for anything humorous and funny, for anything that’s really cool and interesting, or stuff that’s just plain WTF.

Paper Toilet Just because stores are sold out of toilet paper doesn't mean you have to live without. This site features some interactive TP that you can roll up or down.

The Passive-Aggressive Password Machine Type a password (real or fake) into this site and it'll shade you for how much it sucks.

CoolThings is a collection of cool things. From entertainment, to gadgets, to even toys and inventions, there is bound to be something here that will interest you.

This Is Why I Am Broke This is a great website for discovering new gift ideas which are distinct. The products range from a few dollars to a few thousand. There’s something for everyone here.

PostSecret is a very interesting website. Visitors are encouraged to send in anonymous postcards on which they write their secrets. There are all sorts of secrets on all kinds of postcards, and the variations make this a really interesting project. However, be warned – these secrets are very real… and very heavy.

NOIYS – Post, read, forget is a place to post an anonymous note to be viewed by many people, only to be deleted within 24 hours. It’s the perfect website for venting anonymously and not worry about the consequences, as it will be deleted within a day. The best part (or maybe worst) is that strangers can reply to your note, too. That way, you can have a running conversation with a complete stranger.

Scream Into the Void Take your outrage about our current situation (or any problem in your life) and throw it into the void. Just type out your feels and then click the "Scream" button, which does exactly what you think it does.

And lastly...

Dildo Generator Welcome, good citizens of the web, to my favorite site of all time. It's right in the name: You can generate a custom dildo by length, width, base, contours, and so many more variables. Things get wild pretty fast.

Eyebleach Did you see something on the internet that was just too scary? Or just need to get it out of your head? Click on Eyebleach to be fed adorable pictures of puppies, kitties, or babies!

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