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puppetmaster13u · 11 days

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So Anyway I Started Another Cryptid Batfam Au

Yeaah, they were human, and might've been the first vigilantes before the JL formed. Might've gotten caught by some mad scientist cultists. Might've gotten gene spliced a bit, but shhh. Don't worry about it :) They're fine. Absolutely Fine. This is Fine.

But anyway, they have wings now. And talons. And a lot of other things they have to adjust to and might straight up not have a civilian identity for a while- becomes more than a bit of social recluses while they figure this shit out.

So anyway, I haven't finished drawing or designing them, if I ever will, so have what each is based off of. There's a lot of robins. :) Also have how old everyone is at the start of the story. (Timelines are a fake thing that never make sense)

Bruce- Black Drongo (31 years old)

Kate- Scarlet Robin (31 years old)

Barbara- Red Backed Scrub Robin (16 years old)

Dick- Blue Fronted Robin (15 year old)

Cass- Hooded Robin (12 years old)

Jason- Red Capped Robin (12 years old)

Steph- Pink Robin (10 years old)

Tim- Collared Bush Robin (10 years old)

Duke- White Starred Robin (10 years old)

Damian- Olive Backed Forest Robin (8 years old)

Jarro- Rose Robin (4 year old equivalent)

Terry- Black Robin (4 years old)

Helena- Bagobo Robin (1 year old)

Matt- Norfolk Robin (1 year old)

#Feathers & Fangs Au #batman au #wing au #batfam au #cryptid batfam #cryptid batfamily #cryptid batman #batfamily #batman #dc #dcu #birbs #They help themselves adjust by creating Lore #Somehow they've convinced Gotham that Spoiler Seeker & Signal are triplets & Steph Tim & Duke don't know how they did so #Jarro might've been found in the lab place too #Don't worry about it :)#All the bats are totally not dealing with dysphoria & questioning their humanity & freaking out #Bruce is also definitely not freaking out about Terry's & Matt's & Helena's existence #And even discovering their existence from the whole Incident #Does anyone ever talk about their trauma- Good Question #Though Seriously look up black drongo #they're also called King Crows & are hyper aggressive towards larger predatory birds & other birds will nest in their territory 4 protectio #They also have evolved to divebomb and it's great

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attleboy · 6 months

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Did you make the first pomni Sharp teeth content or was your the most popular?

oh no no no i am FAR from the first sharp-toothed pomni artist!! my comic about it just happened to get really popular haha :'D

she shows up with sharp teeth in the pilot for a split second and a bunch of people [myself included] ran with it! as such it's something that's been a relatively common art topic since the pilot came out, which was well before i made my comic. it's definitely not something i can take credit for starting... if anything, the pilot itself started it all

but i guess i'm probably still more obsessed with it than the average person? like you guys have no idea how much i've replayed the 2 seconds of pointy-toothed pomni footage it gives me life

#while i may not be the first i think that comic might be my legacy so if you think of me as the pomni fang person i get it 😭#i like drawing it so i'm not that mad if it's what i'm known for #ask response #chompni #the lore.........

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duncanor · 1 year

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Stampede was so evil for making Livio kill himself in front of Wolfwood because he remembered him.

And then never mention it ever again.

#trigun #tristamp #Wolfwood #livio the double fang #nicholas d wolfwood #Like yes Vash lore and angst #BUT WHAT ABOUT WOLFWOOD'S PAIN AND TRAUMA #We got two episode? NOT ENOUGH #Why would they do this to my boy #He's already tragic stooooop

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rustybottlecap · 8 months

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Concept art of Fey.

Fang's character in the in-universe tabletop RPG Legends & Lore.

From Goodbye Volcano High. As recently revealed in character's designer Lucie Viatge's website (link in source).

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y-rhywbeth2 · 2 months

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Other things learnt today: vampire fangs are retractable (I wasn't sure about that one) and apparently it aches in a "bittersweet" fashion when they extend. Also they're not hollow, but that one I knew.

#Astarion having his fangs on display 24/7 is a deliberate choice then?#/astarion #lore stuff

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masked-artist-xp · 8 months

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Fang:"...you see...people who're in relationships like this...are a prime example of why one of the things I check before fucking someone is that they're single...(and are of age- and consent-)...because, being in the middle of a cheating situation is such a pain in the ass...and so awkward..."

Fang belongs to me

Nyxy belongs to @nyxus-nyx-2 / @nyxus-nyx

Averse belongs to @a-v-j

#ultimate goblin brain spillz #fang #oc stuff #my sona #artists on tumblr #traditional art #art #my art #nyxyverse #nyxverse #nyxy #averse #fang lore

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lunastars21 · 8 months

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EXCUSE ME!?

That means sonic saw fang recently before the events of FUCKIN CHAOS SPAWNING

Imagine the hooligans on vacation, fang at the beach as he looks into the distance and sees station square flooding with open your heart blasting in the background, fang lowers his sunglasses just watching.

"okay yeah nope...going to a different beach!"

#fang the hunter #fang the sniper #nack the weasel #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #team hooligan #luna's shenanigans #THE LORE!!!!#sonic superstars #Sonic Mania #Sonic Adventure

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wormdramafever · 3 months

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"They'll never suspect a thing nyehehe"

#goodbye volcano high #fang gvh #legends and lore #goth #pterodactyl #anthro #dinosaurs #scalie #furry #gvh

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tlgtw · 6 months

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"Yeah I've had them this whole time, what do you mean?"

With Birth Month over, the next episode of my show to which this lovely woman belongs, Elden Ring Explained with Snake-Eyes Teieruji, is now in production.

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If you're interested in downloading the Full-Res of this image, you can find it available to Full Members of my OF: https://ko-fi.com/i/IG2G5RUKA5

#erwset #tlgtw draw #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #aughhhhh #i am learning to paint #and i will continue doing so #and I will NOT be too irrationally embarrassed to post my art AS I do so.....................#snake eyes #sekiro #sekiro: shadows die twice #what other tags can i put here?#oc #fangs #teeth #hm...#elden ring #elden ring lore

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adrift-in-thyme · 8 months

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Whumptober Day 29: "What happened to me?"

Read it on Ao3

- First

- Summary: Link becomes an uwilling pawn in a dastardy plot

CW for possession, blood and injury, mentions of death, captivity, and torture

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Everything hurts.

Link drags his eyes open, groaning as consciousness alerts him to the agony that tears him apart. The emptiness he had been drifting in had been far preferable to this.

…whatever this is.

He stands in crimson-tinged near-darkness, held up solely by the manacles around his wrists and ankles. The only light source is from the pools of lava that gurgle and bubble on either side of him. The heat that emanates from them seems to claw at him, smothering and searing. Chained as he is, he can’t escape its reach.

Link swallows, wincing as something wet trickles down his forehead and into his eye. He can’t even tell where his wounds begin and where they end.

How had he even gotten them? He wonders, trying to force his dazed, jumbled thoughts into something coherent. And how had he ended up here?

As far as he knows, he has never set foot in this place before. It positively wreaks of dark power though, almost as suffocating as the flaming heat that burns his exposed skin and laps at the tattered remains of his tunic and trousers.

He closes his eyes, attempting to ignore the pain and let the memories he knows are there come forth. But they are stubborn things. He recalls nothing save for the abyss he had floated in, buoyed upon soft, weightless waves of light.

It was painless there. Pleasant, almost. Save for those odd moments when he had sworn he was doing something…speaking, acting, feeling. But those moments had not been his own. Not truly. No, his life, his reality…

Ah.

He blinks his eyes open again, a grim smile on his lips. The flickering of flames upon the obsidian surface of the opposite wall seems to taunt him.

He had been dead. Felled by Demise’s lightning, torn asunder by his claws.

And as he had taken his final breaths, Hylia had sent his people to the sky.

“Link, hurry! Jump into the light! Please!”

He had wanted to. In truth, he would have given anything to take to the skies with them, make a new home, get a second chance at protecting his beloved people. But fate had not willed it so.

Apparently, however, he is not quite off its leash just yet. Otherwise he would not be sitting here would he? In some cruel joke to the gods.

There is no rest for the wicked, he has heard some say. There is no rest for heroes either. Not the ones who failed, at least.

He should feel bitter, he supposes. All he feels is tired. It seeps in through the bloodied cracks in his skin, oozing into his bones and muscles, encompassing his soul. He sags beneath its weight.

Forgive me, Hylia. I do not know if I have the strength to face whatever trial fate has set before me.

“So, even in this place, you dare to pray to your goddess. It will do you no good.”

The voice booms around the space, echoing off of the walls. Footsteps join in its aftermath, loud and heavy, mingling with the scrape of a door sliding open. Link raises his head.

Before him stands an all-too-familiar figure. His hair is like burning flames, his flesh the color of ash. His eyes are ablaze with the fury Link faced so long ago.

“Demise.”

He spits the title with all the animosity he can conjure. There is no shortage of it, to be certain. It boils within him, hotter than the lava that leaps toward him.

“I thought Hylia sealed you away. How are you here now?”

“One could ask you the same thing,” the demon god rumbles. “But you have no right to question me in the first place.”

He stalks toward him and Link tenses.

“You are as much of a pathetic worm as you were back then.”

A clawed hand forces his chin up, nails drawing blood, hold so tight that Link grits his teeth to keep from crying out.

“I am not so pathetic as you think,” he retorts. “I defeated you back then, did I not?”

Demise laughs, actually laughs, and the earth shakes with the sound.

“You did nothing. It was your goddess who sealed me and her sword which saved your people. Your only accomplishment was securing an untimely death for yourself.”

His expression darkens. Link meets it with an answering glare. He refused to bow before this deity back then. He refuses to now.

“However, there are ways in which you can be useful.”

He turns away. A short distance away there sits a large throne, shrouded in shadow, and adorned with carved depictions of people writhing in agony. An enormous claymore rests against it and Demise scoops it up as though holding it is no feat at all. He runs a finger across its ridged edges and Link feels his breath stutter.

“You won’t kill me again so soon,” he says, steady tone belying the terrified turmoil within.

“No, I will not do that.” Demise walks back to him. Lifting the weapon, he presses the tip of it against Link’s neck. “Only humans kill indiscriminately.”

Link swallows, feeling the chill of cold metal on his skin. It is almost unnatural amidst all this heat.

“You may say that. But you certainly killed indiscriminately during the war. What of all the people you slaughtered in your attempt at bringing about a world of darkness?”

“You misunderstand, pitiful human,” he snarls. “I take as many lives as I wish. But I take them with purpose.”

He presses the blade closer. It bites mercilessly into Link’s flesh. Blood bubbles up beneath it.

“Know this. I threaten with purpose, as well. I have use for you and you will fulfill it.”

“No. I won’t.”

The blade bites harder. Link clenches his hands into fists. The pain within him is an unending rhythm. The heat smothers him. But he won’t back down. He won’t surrender. Whatever this demon god wants, he refuses to give it to him.

“No is not an answer you give to a god, fool.”

Suddenly, his body lights up with agony. Link arches back, a strangled scream breaking free. Flames sear through his very bones, fire courses through his veins. All he can see is red.

And then, just as quickly, it’s over. He sags against his chains, gasping for breath.

“There are nine heroes. Nine men and boys like yourself.”

He blinks, dazedly trying to comprehend Demise’s words.

“N-nine?” Link raises his head, hardly registering the absence of the blade. “There should…should only be one. Me.”

Again, Demise’s laughter fills the cavernous space.

“The failure you and your goddess share has haunted many, boy. These nine possess your spirit. I wish for them to be wiped from history itself.”

He hefts the weapon in his hand, regarding it calmly. Link stares dimly at it. Thoughts tumble through his mind in a panicked race to be heard.

Nine heroes with his spirit. A failure that doomed them all. Demise standing before him now.

The seal broke. It must have. And he hadn’t been there to recreate it.

…neither had Hylia.

No.

Link’s eyes widen.

He remembers bits and pieces of his last moments. Words spoken in soft tones. Broken messages that hadn’t seemed important in the face of death.

“I…shed divinity…simple human.”

He chokes on a cry.

Hylia, what did you do?

“My servants attempted to do the deed,” Demise is saying now, as though his previous words are not fit to destroy Link completely. “But they failed. Every one of them.”

Flaming irises skewer him. He is like a fairy trapped in the bottle of an unsavory person – helpless, terrified.

“You will not.”

Link bares his teeth in a snarl. A mixture of terror and guilt and hopelessness, he has found, quickly becomes rage in the heart of a warrior. It fills him now, blinding him to the pain, to the sorrow, dragging him from the depths like a wild animal struggling against the walls of its cage.

“What…what makes you assume I will do your bidding? You may have dragged me back from the land of the dead, but I have no goodwill in my heart towards you for it.”

He cocks his head, a harsh grin splitting his lips. Every word tastes like ash and blood in his mouth, an outpouring of the fires of battle roaring in his soul.

“Or perhaps you think you can intimidate me because my goddess is gone and my people with her? I assure you, I am well accustomed to facing terrors alone. Your idle threats don’t frighten me.”

“You dare speak to a god in such a manner, insolent human?” Demise practically looms over him, all flaming power and dark magic. He steps closer and his meaty fist closes around Link’s neck. He chokes, gasping as agony streaks up his throat and a skull-crushing rush fills his ears. “You will find that my threats are anything but idle. You will do my bidding.”

He leans in, heedless of Link’s thrashing and clawing.

“You will do it because I will make you. Open your mind, little human, and let me in.”

Link’s eyes blow wide with panic. His attempts to break free grow impossibly more desperate as the reality of what Demise is about to do strikes home.

He can’t possibly resist a god’s attempts to make him an unwilling, unthinking pawn. He isn’t strong enough. Especially not now, after everything.

I could not even slay him the first time. By the gods, I failed so completely that I burdened nine with the task that was meant only for me.

How on earth can I hold him back now?

He lifts his eyes to the heavens, tears of pain and desperation burning in them.

If you hear me, Hylia, help me! Give me the strength to…

His thoughts shatter. It comes at him in a rush of roaring power, thundering into his mind like an oncoming tsunami. And at the same time his body ignites again with searing agony. His world dissolves into a hellish haze of inescapable pain.

He thinks he screams. At least, that must be the terrible sound that echoes in his ears and tears at his throat. But he can’t be sure. He can’t be sure of anything really. Suddenly, everything is upside down and sideways and a swirl of hazy, nauseating confusion.

“You are strong,” someone sneers and he hardly understands the words. “It sickens me. Fall before me, Chosen Hero of the Goddess. Become my puppet.”

Everything intensifies. Colors explode before his eyes, memories rush by at incomprehensible speeds – his own and those he has never seen before, that don’t even belong in his mind. Desires snake into his heart, his limbs grow heavy, his body unnaturally cold.

He screams again, but this time it is more pitiful, more weak – a last ditch attempt to protest what distantly, he knows is coming.

“Yes.” Demise’s face is inches from his. Abruptly, he can make it out with striking clarity. “You are mine.”

Link chokes on a sob.

I’m sorry.

He doesn’t even remember who he is apologizing to anymore. Or what he was doing here. Or why everything hurts so badly.

But he doesn’t need to. Not really. Because in the next moment, everything falls away.

Between one strangled, gasping, desperate breath and the next, he loses himself.

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frutavel · 29 days

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Fun OC fact of the day:

These four are technically related.

The three night elves are siblings, but if you go far back enough in the family tree it turns out they all share a common ancestor with Tau - and oddly enough the nelves are actually closer to that ancestor than Tau is. Their parents are very, very old elves, and all in all only a few generations removed from the dark trolls that bore them.

Kaharau is a dark troll who, according to legend, wanted to cheat death by becoming a loa. He sought to achieve this by having his friends and family pay him tributes in life, something that most saw as foolish or a joking manner.

The young ones took that to heart though, and a few too many eager younglings was more than enough to fulfill the old man's wish. It's said that ol' Kaharau became a trickster spirit in The Other Side, and while few know of his story, he is kept alive in legend and song and the occasional offering made by those who find some joy in his tale.

Kaharau's descendants would eventually split in two lines. One line was changed by the Well of Eternity into something entirely new, becoming the night elves that Adagio, Andryza and Rex were born from. The other line continued as they always had, and Urutau is now one of the few living grandchildren of a trickster loa.

#artists on tumblr #world of warcraft #warcraft troll #night elf #dark trol #kaldorei #lore tag #oc:urutau #oc:adagio #oc:andryza #oc:mangorex #they all have a little more troll in them than the average night elf does adagio in particular #she is thousands and thousands of years older than her siblings are and their parents are thousands and thousands of years older than her #they all inherited little tusks and fangs and andryza inherited something else from their troll ancestors that's a little... different #:)#tau is sensitive to spiritual activity around them which could be atributed to kaharau's blood #or it could also be atributted to them surviving a deadly illness as a young infant #which could in turn be attributed to a loa's blood keeping them alive #who knows :)#tau sure doesn't they never even heard of granpa kaharau and isn't likely to ever hear of him #he's not exactly a high and mighty spirit. just a funny old man

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