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New Oardivian character, Voidmaw. She's a tough-love character, the type who'd tell you to 'tough it out' after you’d scrapped your knee, but who you can reliably hide behind if you're being chased by bullies.
Pretty much every TMT mech and anyone else who knows her are scared to make her mad. She doesn't typically hit people, she just has a very frightening demeanor. There's also rumors that even the metrotitan becomes quiet when Voidmaw is angry.
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most of the time I'm just trying to find a way to work I like
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I get to finally show this crazy guy off, the Void Maw! Made for a sweet client as a gift for their girlfriend, this toy features two tongues with barbs, buds, and a suction cup emerging from a canid snout #voidmaw #fantasytoy #fantasydildo #monstertoy #monsterdildo #duelpenetration https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnv2HiPu5f2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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[comm] - voidmaw
Commission for TonberryCrunch - thank you!
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❖ pick 2 fics and I’ll combine them somehow
Pilot AU and Eldritch Horror Keralis
Oh, combine the teacher's pet and the class keener, why don't you!
Before we continue, I DO want to point out that I TECHNICALLY already did this- Captain K has three tweaks, Smiler, Stickleback...and Voidmaw, which makes his back look like he's EHK.
Okay, but that's lame. A genuine melding of the two would be interesting- I think a more modern AU where the universe of Pilot AU awoke a bunch of lovecraftian beings with their callous disregard for human life, and now the seas will occasionally boil and spit out fell things onto the land...if any are found, they're killed, and it's a constant push-pull tug of war, trying to turn back the tide.
Of course, people still need to live, and Mankind's technology is the quickest way to turn back the tide. Planes still fly, and perhaps Keralis' 'tweaks' aren't as normal as he lets on...
That's my short thoughts! Good ask!
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Knowledge is power. That seemed to be the motto that Malcador lived by judging from the tome he had been given. The Sigillite had written down over a hundred theories on the warp and how best to tap into it. It was a perfect start for Sevatar to begin to control what power he had unleashed when he had delved into the Night Haunters' mind.
First, though, he had a different objective in mind. The small force he had took what it could from Terra, but the Loyalist Legions had taken priority, leaving only the barest essentials for them.
The serfs scurried away as he made his way to the bridge of the Voidmaw, a plan already forming in his mind. The Galatic East was all but void of Horus' traitors leaving the Forge World's that had turned to fend for themselves.
'Yes,' Sevatsr thought to himself, 'a Forge World would do well to boost their resources, but a plan would be needed or it would simply be quicker to have my men slit their own throats.'
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daisylog iii: what was that about a minotaur?
(continued from https://www.deviantart.com/omn1p0t3nt/journal/The-Eye-of-the-Mind-Stares-Blank-at-the-Maze-Walls-921571336)
i’ve come to realize a few things about both my work and myself, things that i hardly thought about, things that crawl and surface without me thinking twice. and then i think twice, and i’m like, oh that’s a thing
i’m a system, technically, though the body itself doesn’t have much of a designation. i, daisy, share the brain with my headmate celeste, who has existed perhaps longer than i lead on. celeste’s involvement in my life and endeavors has been shaky and full of strife, and her direction in the past seemed most unclear, but we have since figured things out. things are looking up for the both of us.
it’s been a heavy six years, Satan forbid the last three. multiplicity is something we’re both getting used to. you live. you learn. we’re all young in body mind and soul at the end of the day, right? that’s the problem herein, i’ve come to realize ... getting used to multiplicity, being young (though i can’t deny studying and practicing within the occult has done irreparable damage. oops!).
see, i have a system of magick and a bunch of pantheons. there’re an ogdoad i call the lurking elder princes and an infinite amount of angels i call the khaoseraphim (whose sign you see in the image above). functionally (practically?) these entities perform much like tulpas, as they are thought-forms you get acquainted with over time.
my experience with the ogdoad so far has yielded horrifying results, no thanks to a prose project on twitter i call VOIDMAW. the thing helped me get uncomfortably close to them. worse, i let them in - i activated parts of my brain that were asleep for so long, perhaps since the day i was born ... for as much sanity as i lost, i feel like shit. for myself and for others. my mental health has plateaued. downward? VOIDMAW plays a part in that. as do i.
all this and a most alluring complication: my plural headspace is volatile and prone to changing; to adding new passengers to the vehicle that is my brain and its meat mecha. or maybe our brain? ugh. still getting used to this.
i’ve wrestled with this idea for the past couple days. i’m unsure of what to do. why would kerdephexis want to become a headmate? is that his desired form of worship on my behalf? does he want to become equals? and, granted the working i performed last month allowed me to have power over him and the other princes, there is still the possibility of his presence sapping at my sanity. there are too many things to think about. them woods are a maze, son - don’t get lost. cuz if you get lost them faeries are gonna eat you alive. expect more art posts soon btw.
daisy signing out. catch you later skater! EAT YOUR FUCKING PIZZA
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The voidmaw consumes all! one day, he shall come for your cupcakes
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Thinking back to this heart-stealer from a little while back. I mean she literally steals hearts and keeps them in a sack for snacking on. Anyway, i was happy with this one. Send hearts if you can spare them. . . . . . . #sendhearts #tunnelvision #voidmaw #secretsecondskull #darksurrealism #collageartist #newcontemporary #collageart #handcutpaper #layeredcollage https://www.instagram.com/p/BsqTVIJhdAK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iyroeswc80o2
#sendhearts#tunnelvision#voidmaw#secretsecondskull#darksurrealism#collageartist#newcontemporary#collageart#handcutpaper#layeredcollage
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Stranger: -Using Voidmaw to cut vegetables for a soup.-
Tessa:
#voidmaw is strangers scythe which is Also an extension of her being#tessa has to put up with some DAMN SHIT from her friends#bird chatter#c; stranger#c; tessa
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@daily-writing-challenge February 21, Day 2
(TW for canon-typical violence, manipulation and implied sexual content)
February 21, Day 2. Protect — Fray
"What's the big fuss all 'bout?"
It was no use. No matter how intently he listened, he didn't understand a single word the buzzing swarms of his brethren let out. Concern. Ire, even. That was all he picked up from his spot right behind Kayn, who discussed, animatedly, matters he couldn't quite grasp.
"Ah, Suncaller. Just in time. Your sister was aiding Darkweaver with procedures to drive back the demons. You will be tasked with rescuing civilians from the Exodar."
Sarcyon nodded. Unlike him to ignore orders from his superior! The Slayer had bid Kayn, and he would obey the both of them.
Lap dog.
"What's the plan, boss?"
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He was debriefed in simple and straightforward terms: his favorite way, if anyone cared to ask him, to receive orders. And just as he was instructed, he wanted the Pack. Capital P.
Those were the most trusted canine-bound Illidari, and he had the honor of being one of their ambassadors, and leaders. Perhaps from his achievement and antiquity in the order, or perhaps out of a revering fear of the demon he'd been bound to. Whatever the reason, the Pack's triumvirate (bound to a Gloomhound, a Demonic Core Hound, and himself to a Charhound) was obeyed and assisted by a swath of eager, skillful souls, but it didn't stop there.
They looked after one another like members of a clan, or a family. Where Illidari loyalty ran thick, Pack loyalty was unbreakable, forged in bonds of heightened gregarious spirit granted by the shards of canine souls embedded into theirs.
They were a highly efficient group, as they operated on trust and experience. Simply put, a bad idea did not pass the Pack council. If any member suggested a suicide mission, there was an immediate disagreement that resulted in a better plan. Despite there being a ruling position, every concern was given equal voice and discussed, and for this matter they utilized not Demonic or Common, but Wolf. Snarls, howls, barks and body language, as well as some odor cues made for fast and nuanced communication. Again, highly efficient.
The Pack was dispatched, and the sounds of hooves and claws beating on the ground filled the Exodar. Some of the injured Draenei thought them heralds of more demonic demise, but their friendly, eagerly helpful disposition was welcome with open arms when given the chance to show it. Hounds tended to their wounds, and the people quickly saw that these trained doglike warriors would jump in harm's way even if only to buy them time. Luckily, they were also savage fighters, goring enemies like it was little more than a dance to them. Even a dreadguard fell with ease to their practised formation.
"Thank you…" a draenei woman said in a choked up cry as she looked up at Sarcyon with tearful eyes. He cauterized her hand, or what was left of it after being trampled by a scared Elekk, using the heated palm of his hand, and let his scaled body shift with metamorphic growth, allowing her to safely ride on his scaled back. His horns and mane offered concealment and protection, and he evacuated five other injured civilians along with her.
"Voidmaw, secure this hall. Sniff around for any survivor we've missed," he barked at the beastly Hunter to his left, whose demonic form served as a bulwark for more than a dozen scared children while five howling Felstalkers gutted a doomguard with glaives and claws alike.
The day was won for the pack. Nobody expected any less of them.
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Have you ever thought of seizing power? You could be much more than a complacent puppy.
They don't listen to you. It is me they fear. I made you.
Everything you are now you owe to me. You are a man by my grace. Our pact-
"Shut UP about the pact! Y'got enough."
You lie to yourself and to all of them. Worse than that, you are deluded. Not a leader but a frontman. Digestible. Stupid eye candy. They keep you around like one keeps a well-groomed pedigree whelp; not out of respect, not for use. For looks. Among brutes with bloodstained bare paws, you keep yours clean. Sanitized.
"I'll show you clean."
The Pack often indulged, all together. Ritualized. Paramount orgies of bloodshed and licentiousness designed to quieten the baying of hedonistic demons. This would be one such night.
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Little height chart for some of the lady Oardivians I’ve designed so far
I might add to it and make adjustments with time
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oh yeha I never got around to posting this Voidmaw comm (due to hangups about reposting things) I got from seeyouguyslater who is really cool and good yknow
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Growing Dire #7: Voidmaws
Growing Dire #7: Voidmaws
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It’s been a while since I did one of these but I was looking through some old files and noticed numerous errors on one of my oldest monster creations. The Hulking Voidmaw has some gaping spelling and grammar issues I decided to clean up, and why not revise it and make a less hulking version while I was at it? So I did. Grab the PDF at the link above for not just these monsters,…
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I might feel good enough to actually go out and get coffee this morning. Sparrow should be fine for an hour or two. I can always post a sentry voidmaw by the nest just in case. Mama needs his caffeineeee.
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It was done, of the three thousand Legionaries left to the Night Haunter Sevatar had been given a hundred. A fourth were members he had pulled to become the new Atramentar, the rest were a mismatched number of Astartes including a dozen Night Raptors. They had been gifted the Strike Cruiser Voidmaw, a considerable step down from the Nightfall or Umbrea Insidior but it would do.
Sevatar oversaw the loading of the Voidmaw personally, accounting for ammunitions, stocks of Ceramite for armor repair, and a host of menials, when the sounds of boots on metal broke his concentration. Turning around he saw one of the Sigilites Knight’s Errant approaching.
“What is it?” He asked dismissively.
“Garro sent me, he asked that I give you this.” The Knight held out an ancient tom, still shimmering with the after effects of leaving a stasis field.
“Only to give this, I figured the Malcador’s champion would try to either kill or recruit me.” Truly he did, or for him to send Sigismund but this was unexpected.
“He thought about it, but the Fists are busy preparing for their hunt of Perturabo and the Iron Warriors.” And with that he left. Looking back to the book he opened the cover, taking extra care not to destroy the ancient book, and read the first page in a glance. Snapping the book back close, he looked at it in wonder.
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