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tesalicious2 · 2 months

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Coruscant Guard headcanons-ish (mostly focusing on Hound):

There aren’t just massiffs

Coruscant has a lot of smuggling, including animals. Not only that but the Senators give them their pets to take care of (that is not a pet but a wild animal wtf)

But they end up with an assortment of baby animals that CAN be domesticated and do something with them

Quinlan started it when he handed a baby Nexu to Fox and said they were trainable and loyal. Fox passed this on to Hohnd and nugget was a part of the family since

Ever since then they got two more Nexu, both sticking with new shinies under Hounds command

Surprisingly they have one Narglatch, though Blizzard (dubbed by Stone) is rarely used. Often used for chases in the lower levels, able to chase and weave easier through crowds than a speeder (think Horses in police forces)

At one point, some 501st and 212th troopers found what they thought to be a massiff and happily dropped it with the Guard,

It was not a massiff and Hound broke many laws to get it to the Jedi temple and out of his hands fast

See they had found an Albek, a force sensitive creature that looks like a massif but is VERY aggressive and BERY untrainable, last Hound heard was that it was set free and is very happy

Another of the larger creatures that is used far more often than the narglatch is the Varactyl

Somehow a shipment of young had been smuggled onto Coruscant and were taken in by the Guard

Their ability to climb vertical surfaces and calm nature and silliness to listen to their rider made them perfect in the club districts; the tall buildings were close enough to jump between and had many platforms for people to walk and dance

They could weave above crowds and act almost like helicopters when chasing criminals, but we’re able to go into the crowds; only problem is that people had to get out of the way or be trampled

Hound and his infinite luck ran across a hurt Rancor with a shiny one night. Though they could not take the Rancor in, they sent it to the Jedi temple where it receives lots of love and treats from the younglings and troopers who visit

The Rancor serves as a guardian of the wing dedicated to dangerous artifacts and texts, and is watched over by the Temple Guard

AND AND AND

Spark dragons

ARF troopers ride them but due to fear, they are used to guard the prisons. Occasionally, they are lent out to other battalions with their riders

They are dragons native to Kiffu and can easily get their charge from the static electricity created by genorators

They were found as young babies and trained by the ARF

Quinlan was absolutely ecstatic and adores them, they’ve made a special attachment with him but prefer their troopers

On one occasion two were sent out with the Marine Corps, who were afraid as hell. Those troopers had a lovely time and many stores of scaring the ‘homosexual hardcore’ troopers

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sploofpoofpankacksofa · 6 months

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*cries in British*

You don't know who this is, and you probably won't for a long time. But imma bully him and post it on Tumblr anyways.

#art #is this art #i dont know #no clue #the mandela catalogue #tmc #my oc art #my ocs #my oc stuff #my oc character #my original characters #scary #spoopy #horrror #aahhhhh #cute #but deadly

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folk-ever-lore · 2 years

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What Died Didn’t Stay Dead

Part 1

part 2 [add link]

“I’m going to have to send you in.”

The words echoed through her mind, playing and replaying with each foot step.

Oh how funny those words were now. Maybe Bruce didn’t know what he was doing when he sent them in, or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d never liked either of them after all, especially not after they’d started dating. That had only made her presence even more annoying, or at least that’s what he’d told her.

No. Bruce couldn’t have known what he was sending them into. Could he?

She paced around the room anxiously. I’m going to have to send you in. They were running out of time. I’m sorry but it’s an emergency. She didn’t know how to figure this one out. I would have gone myself but I’m a bit busy. She was going to fail them. Can I trust you two with this? They were both going to die and it was going to be all her fault.

All her fault. She’d caused this. She was to blame for this. She was going to be the cause of their deaths.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured pathetically. “I shouldn’t have dragged you along with me and now you’re going to die.”

He shook his death furiously, “I’ve died before, and I can assure you that there is no one I would rather spend my last moments with.”

“You shouldn’t have to-”

He moved to take her hand in his, hoping a comforting action would help ground her. “We’re not going to die here, love. I promise. We still have time to escape.”

She paused. Her heart beating furiously, attempting to claw it’s way out of her. Forcing a few deep breaths, in and out, in and out, in and out, she offered him a weak but hopeful smile. “Alright. Let’s give it a go.”

Cautiously, they tore the small room apart like hyenas devouring their food. They moved quicker than the speed of light, only stopping to discuss if they found something that could have been of importance.

Teddy bears, cupboards, sofas, all ripped into pieces and pieces for the slim chance of survival.

It was only when they saw the neon shade of green that they knew they were on the right track.

“Over here,” Lady Noire called to Red Hood. “This is definitely The Riddler’s colour, right?”

“I’d say so,” he agreed with a sharp, controlled nod. A feeling of freedom shot right through him. Could they really escape? But his face didn’t show it, or at least no one could see his excitement. Although, that might have been due to the red helmet he wore at all times to preserve his identity. “We’d have to look more into it to find out for sure. We can’t do much with a glowing green box at the moment.”

“Look for question marks?” Lady Noire asked. Question marks were the Riddler’s other signature after all.

“Yep.”

While she took the left side of the room, Red Hood restarted his search through the right half of the room.

Question marks.

Anything with question marks.

Question marks would save them, question marks would have to save them.

They didn’t have any ideas other than question marks.

Lady Noire desperately hunted for a question mark, for a way out of this situation. Question marks stayed hidden, despite how she called on all the abilities of the miraculous she could. She should have used the ladybug miraculous today, with that one she could pull other miraculous from the miracle box. She couldn’t do that with any of the other miraculous, they didn’t have access to the box.

If only she’d brought the glasses of the horse with her today.

“I think I’ve found something,” Red Hood called, beckoning her from the other side of the room.

“What is it?”

“It’s not an exact match to Riddler’s normal question mark logo,” he shrugged, revealing a small question mark painted on the wall. “But it’s got some similarities.”

Marinette didn’t allow her hopes to get up. She couldn’t allow it, not if this didn’t end up working. Her face didn’t reveal anything, but she said nonchalantly, “It’s a shot.”

He nodded, “Do you wanna try it or should I do it?”

“I’ll do it,” she murmured after a few seconds of careful consideration. “It might be best if you step out the way a bit just in case there are any traps.”

“If there are any traps then I want to be right there next to you,” Jason argued.

“And I want you to be safe if I can’t be.”

“But-”

She raised an eyebrow. “But what?”

He sighed, giving in to his girlfriend’s wishes. “Alright.”

“Thank you,” Lady Noire smiled sweetly, getting on with figuring out the significance of the question mark.

She ran her hands down the wall near the mark, carefully moving in closer to the mark. Feeling for any bents, bumps and oddities in the wall was terrifying - she didn’t know what was going to happen to her if she messed this up. She stuck with it anyway. What other choice did she have? Her fingers traced over the wall slowly, taking the time to make sure she didn’t miss anything.

She trailed over the bottom of the question mark, feeling a slight dip. What was that? Was that something?

“I found something,” she proclaimed proudly. “There’s the smallest dent in the wall here, right over the question mark, and it rises again once I go past it. Can you pass the cube please?”

“Course,” he replied, placing the glow green box in her hand as quickly as possible. He was ever conscious of the imminent countdown that was sure to end at any second, as was Marinette. They had no idea what was going to happen to them and he didn’t like it at all, this enclosed space and the threat of explosives hitting a bit too close to home for his liking. He had to stay calm though, for Marinette.

She lined the cube up with the dot on the question mark and ever so slowly pushed it in, terrified of what could happen if she wasn’t correct. Each move forward was cautious, and perfectly timed. The neon box fit in the dot exactly, releasing a little click when fully pressed in.

“Congratulations,” proclaimed a familiar voice from one of the speakers hidden in the room, letting out a light laugh with each word. “You passed my little test … or some of it at least.”

“Some of it?” Red Hood demanded in fury. They passed his stupid test, they should be free to go. That was how this shit was meant to work.

“Around half to be exact,” the Riddler informed the angry bat. “However I have decided to be generous and let half of you go free. Pick amongst yourselves and I will allow the door to be opened for three seconds to give one of you a chance to escape. After that you will have sixty seconds before the explosives go off.”

“And if we don’t choose?”

“Then you shall both die. Press the question mark once you’ve made your mind up. Happy choosing.”

The couple turned to face each other with pale faces. Now to make a decision.

“It has to be you,” Red Hood argued, not giving his partner time to speak.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I refuse to let you die again,” Lady Noire yelled at him, tears dripping down her face. “I won’t let it happen.”

He shook his head furiously, “It has to be me for that exact reason. I’ve already died, I’m not meant to be here. You should be alive, you deserve to be alive. I don’t.”

“I don’t care,” she argued angrily, crossing her arms as she glared at him. “I won’t let it happen again.”

“Please?” He begged, voice breaking with the word.

Marinette looked Jason over, heart breaking with every second that passed. “Alright,” she gave in, sobbing as silently as possible.

Did she really have to let this happen? She didn’t want it to happen. She couldn’t let this happen. Jason had suffered enough in his life, he didn’t deserve to die again. He’d worked so hard to save himself after the first time.

No.

She couldn’t let this happen.

Moving over to the question mark, she pressed it down to let the Riddler know that she’d made her choice.

“Excellent,” came the Riddler’s wicked voice from the speakers. He seemed rather cheery about this whole situation, clearly looking forward to seeing how it would turn out. What a psychopath. “Have fun!”

The nearby door opened quickly, barely giving either of them a chance to react.

“Go-” Red Hood started to scream at her. But before he got the chance to do anything else she pushed him through the door, watching it close behind him.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered pathetically, knowing he had no chance of hearing.

“Well, well,” the Riddler cackled despicably, “that was fun. Who would have expected such a twist in fate.”

“Probably you, you asshole,” she muttered bitterly as she sat down and accepted her fate.

She was going to die here.

She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to die.

The death itself didn’t scare her, she’d faced death enough times during akuma attacks and after her move to Gotham, but death had been permanent before. In the past she knew that Viperion or Bunnix would save her, they wouldn’t know. She’d taken their miraculous after Hawkmoth had been defeated, there was no way they’d save her this time.

She didn’t want to die, but she wanted Jason to die even less. Her decision had been made and she stuck by it. She’d gladly give up her life, no matter how much it terrified her, for anyone.

She buried her head in her knees as she counted down the remaining few seconds before her inevitable death.

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

BOOM!

Bombs went off around the small room, destroying anything they could touch.

Jason let out an agonised yell when he heard them, racing forwards to the rubble where his love was. Marinette couldn’t be dead, he wouldn’t let her be dead. It should have been him, not her.

It should have been him.

Red Hood took his helmet off, refusing to say goodbye to Marinette as anyone other than himself. Digging through the pile of rubble in what had once been an escape room, he heard some slight movements from within the pile.

No. It couldn’t be…

“Marinette?” He gasped gently, hope filling him as quickly as humanly possible. He shouldn’t hope for this, right? He’d only be devastated again in the end.

And yet he couldn’t help himself.

He chose hope.

There were more small movements, prompting him to start digging. The rubble was sharp, biting into his hands and knees but he didn’t care. If that was Marinette, if it was, then any pain would be worth it.

He dug and dug and dug, praying to any god out there that Marinette was safe. His hands scraped at the surface, pushing items out the way until he felt something different. Was that flesh? Was that Marinette?

He shoved materials out the way, uncovering more and more of the person underneath.

Yes. That was Marinette.

She seemed weak, but she certainly wasn’t dead yet.

“You’re alive,” he breathed heavily, amazed at the concept. A grin formed on his face within an instant.

Marinette nodded as much as she could manage in her cage. “Yes. I believe that my suit, and Plagg, protected me,” she informed him weakly.

“You’re really alive.”

“Currently, but I may not stay that way if you don’t get me out of here soon,” she retorted with a teasing grin on her face.

“Oh right,” he muttered, having forgotten for a minute that she was still trapped. “Oops.”

#maribat #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x jason #jason x marinette #jasonette #jason todd #character death #death #fake death #the riddler #escape room #but deadly #sacrifice #lady noire #red hood #there will be a part 2 #dc x mlb #mlb x dc

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komakesthings · 3 months

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I've slowly been chipping away at drawing scenes from that imaginary Muppet retelling of the Princess Bride, figured it was about time to share what I've drawn on Tumblr!

#Muppet Princess Bride #princess bride #jim henson #kermit the frog #miss piggy #as you wish #the princess bride #cary elwes #robin the frog #sweetums #pepe the king prawn #sam the eagle #uncle deadly #link hogthrob #the muppets

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bi-writes · 15 days

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mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

#mmmmmm #i love them dark and broody and deadly #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon thoughts #dark!simon

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nn-ee-zz · 3 months

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Seven Deadly Sins

Lust

DESIGN COMMENTARY

Lust is a hollow being given shape only by the many hands creating their form. A floating red cloth emerges from the back of their hollow head and drifts enticingly in search to confine another being; their desire is destructive, blind, and always seeking another. Their headpiece of hands resembles the sun. Physical connection can provide true warmth but their crown is of a cold and luxurious gold. It does not have the true comfort of the sun, only the shape to signal a misleading intent. Two hands cup the hollow of their head, a constant reach into an unfulfilled void. A row of holden eyes wraps around their neck and adorns their chest; their sight is merely surface level, as cold and detached as their crown. Lust does not have feet that walk the ground due to their desire to never settle for anything. They carry a sword with engraved eyes. I just think swords are cool.

#character design #seven deadly sins #fantasy art #character art

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onebadnoodle · 2 months

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