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jacksmackjacks · 8 months

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Was in a pretty nasty art block for the past few days, but yknow what I could draw? Warriors cats (sarcastic yayy.. not particularly fond of the fandom but I must admit sometimes it’s fun to design some crazy cats)

I had made this cute little warriors story and honestly I ended up. Liking it a lot.. this won’t EVER be as important as my actually cool and more meaningful stories but it’s fun to draw them :)

Character Explanations + Design Breakdowns below ⬇️

All 3 of these kitties were apart of this thing called “The New Revolution”, aka a handful of clan cats looking to completely rebrand the warrior code as of how old and outdated it was. There was a cat in each clan who was to overtake their current leader and become the new one, rebranding as the “new clan founder” w/ a new name and everything!

Drizzlemumble was Thunderstar’s right-hand man and was his biggest supporter throughout Thunder’s work towards reformation of the code. He was a valuable ally and did a lot of good and useful political pushing when Thunderstar was a bit too scared to do his own work. He would constantly talk about leading the clan alongside Thunderstar, which Thunder was on board with up until he started to really think about how violent and reckless Drizzle could be at times. He had to let Drizzle down.. which turned out not too great.

Drizzle’s design is inspired off of equites and knights, kinda playing onto his second-hand-place that he had thorough-out his time as a revolutionist. His ears are tied together to sort of resemble the feather that sticks out of a helmet, and his sideburns and forehead are outlined in a way to shape like a helmet. He also has this big mat of chest fur that kind of is meant to be like a chainmail plate! A couple scars and cuts here and there to characterize him as reckless and impulsively-violent, and a couple arrows in the back for a distinct, clear design detail.

Thunderstar is the revolutionist who was to take over ThunderClan after dethroning his old leader. He’s a descendant of the Tigerstar/Firestar bloodline and, despite one of the main criticisms of ThunderClan was their familial hierarchy that had gone on for generations, people didn’t exactly seem unrestful that he decided to step up. He and Drizzlemumble had mentioned a lot that Thunderstar never planned to have kits to stop this lineage once and for all, but that changed when he met his current mate and they had a litter of 2. This was post-kicking out Drizzle, and after not only being booted but ALSO seeing Thunder have a litter after swearing up and down he wouldn’t? Nuh uh. Drizzle ends up going into a (warriors cliche) blind rage, murdering the kits, and tearing apart Thunderstar’s backend which rendered him infertile. Since that, Thunder has been traumatized ever since and has actually disbanded ThunderClan as a whole, telling everyone they were on their own.

Thunder’s design is a whole mix of things. The thought process went “I want to inspire him after the North Star” to “let’s do the entire dipper constellation” to “what even is a dipper” to “ITS A BIRD!!” I know that the dipper constellations aren’t meant to be the bird but how could I resist!! I gave Thunder a lot of bird like features like his muzzle, his round flank and his twiggy little legs. BUT!! you can also see the North Star look in his face, as all of his fur points come together to make the North Star symbol (think the compass rose with 8 directions!)

Shadowstar is the cat who dethroned ShadowClan’s old leader and took it over herself. Born with a physical disability that left her front legs permanently crumbled, she learned how to walk on branch prosthetics which, even if they did raise her a bit higher than the rest of her clan and gave her a slight ache in her back from constantly being in an unnatural posture, it worked for her. When it was discovered that a massive, half-wild Rushing Water cat was living on the territory and wished to join ShadowClan, Shadowstar easily fell in love with her and convinced the she-cat (named She Who Crushes Ice) to join her cause. Now as leader, she has expanded her clan to the abandoned twoleg areas in their territory, adapting them to the clan needs and allowing for “camp” to be separated and more spaced out like a commune. Now with the current main plot (WAYY too much to talk about rn!!) she is raising a kit that Thunderstar gave her with her mate and is all in all just doing her leader duties of keeping her clan safe and her borders protected.

Shadowstar is inspired off of clay golems and their geometric, blocky shapes. I thought this would pair well with her prosthetics as those are inherently blocky in themselves? I’ve seen people draw spirals and joint separations in their golems and I was like “I wanna do that too!” And do that I did with her patterns :)!

blah blah unclimatic ending bye bros

#warrior cats #warrior cats designs #warriors oc #dont expect a lot of warriors stuff it just so happens to be the last couple of posts that went crazy #Drizzlemumble #Thunderstar (oc)#Shadowstar (oc)#My (least liked) critters

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fricklefracklefloof · 3 years

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[lyrics: coffee by jack stauber]

i talk a lot about how i'll never get over s4 of tma a lot but i think there's just something really tragic about what jon went through in that season specifically. i think a lot about his struggle between trying not to hurt people and contributing towards a system that feeds off of people and just trying to live. i love the question that tma poses here and i love that there's no real right answer. i'm not.. trying to say that it's okay at all but i think jon was a victim and it's heartbreaking to think about how no one was really willing to help him at the time. also just, yknow, the addiction themes.

[image description: a six page song comic depicting characters from the magnus archives to the song "coffee" by jack stauber. the color palette is made up of shades of pastel pinks and browns with bright red and lime green accents.

the first page contains two panels. the first is long and pink with the handwritten words, "DO I NEED IT?" the second panel below it is square and depicts a tape recorder atop a dinner plate with a fork and knife. one of the buttons is bright red. there is a lime green square text box at the top that reads, "MOCHA" in courier new font. popping up from the bottom of the page is a drawing of jonathan sims looking down at a piece of paper with a worried expression. he is skinny and has brown skin, a goatee, circular worm scars on his cheeks, a long knife scar on his neck, and long dark hair with grey streaks running through it. he's wearing a red jumper that's a little too big on him. handwritten text beside him reads, "am i under control? / can i beat it?"

the second page has two panels split in triangular halves. there is a square lime green text box that reads, "WAKE UP" in handwritten letters. the first panel depicts a dark coffin with tape recorders on top of it with the lid slightly ajar as a hand (jon's) climbs out of it. the second panel shows an exhausted looking jon leaning on daisy tonner's shoulder. daisy has pale skin and blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. she is wearing a brown hoodie and her eyes are closed. jon's orange speech bubbles say, "if it swallowed me whole / would i see it?" popping out from the bottom is a large lime green eye that's a physical representation of the beholding staring intently at a resigned jon with his hand on his chest. the eye says, "I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL ALIVE" in courier new font, to which jon replies in handwritten text, "i know / but do i need you to survive?" there is a sketched out background of a bookcase behind them.

the third page has five panels, with three in the middle split into triangles. the first rectangular panel is lime green and depicts helen distortion laughing delightedly (there's red crooked handwritten text behind her reading "HAHAHA"). helen has brown skin and curly dark hair that reaches down to her shoulders. the second panel is red and depicts a statement giver with light skin and dark hair in a bob gasping with her hand in front of her mouth. she yells, "JUST A SIP" in handwritten text. the third panel in the middle depicts jon with an imploring expression with his hand out as his lime green speech bubble reads, "does it still matter which one?" in courier new font. there are realistic pictures of eyes behind him on a brown background. the fourth panel depicts another statement giver with pale skin and short red hair and freckles with his hand in front of his mouth. his speech bubble reads, "JUST A DRIP" in handwritten text. the fifth panel is long and pink and reads, "am i dumbfounded when i slip?" in handwritten text.

the fourth page has six panels, five of which are rectangular and lined up beside each other. the first panel depicts the first statement giver crying as her wavy orange speech bubble reads, "you can't believe" in hand written text. the second panel depicts martin saying "i can't believe". the third panel shows basira, and she says "you can't believe". the fourth panel shows melanie, saying "i can't believe", and the fifth panel contains daisy saying "you can't believe." in a square panel at the bottom with a lime green panel jon says dejectedly, "i can't believe this happened". the background shows falling papers in muted colors.

the fifth page contains a fullbody drawing of jon with a scared expression holding a tape recorder being held up by puppet strings with a lime green web behind him and handwritten orange block text reading, "WOW". the single rectangular panel at the bottom is lime green with text in courier new font reading "french vanilla i think i should sit this one out" over and over again. there is silhouette of jon's face in profile with wide eyes that looks like he's yelling. a red rectangular text box at the bottom reads "no, no no" in handwritten text.

the sixth page has three panels. the first is rectangular and lime green containing another silhouette of jon with eyes all over his body clutching his head with a horrified expression. there are tears leaking out of many of the eyes. the handwritten text behind him reads, "maybe a cup of self control would be the route". in a square panel basira hussain holds out her hand in a question as she asks "but it's the flavor, it's the flavor you want". basira has brown skin and wears a tan long sleeved shirt and a dark brown hijab. the square panel next to it shows a closeup of jon's face as a speech bubble beside him reads, "maybe so". at the bottom of the page jon is sitting with his head in his hands with a box of files and a sheet of paper next to him with handwritten text reading, "but it feels better to check than to reflect". end id.]

#long post #I'M SORRY I WOULD HAVE PUT THE IMAGE DESCS UNDER THE CUT BUT IK THAT MAKES IT LESS ACCESSIBLE #SORRY PLS JUST SCROLL PAST #the magnus archives #the magnus archives fanart #tma spoilers #tma #tma fanart #jonathan sims #daisy tonner #helen distortion #martin blackwood #basira hussain #melanie king #tma comic #ali draws #ali comics

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dariadraws · 4 years

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and my final piece so far for @geekinthecorner‘s @batfam-big-bang fic Bats Of The West, it’s Jason Todd! ngl i think this is one of the ones i had the most fun with, and also the one i crammed the most details into that no one but me will ever know exist, but i’ll share a few of them under the cut, along with the image description. plus, a list of all of Jason’s scars in this au, and how he got them.

also, like i said, this is my final piece so far but i fully intend to come back and round out the batfam, draw all the other characters i havent had a chance to get to yet, so keep an eye out for that, and in the meantime here’s some fun facts!

alright so. first off, just some general overall thoughts on Jason and some of the details i added here.

his gun in the first pic is super expensive and pretty, but i imagine he doesnt use is as often as some of his other ones, simply because when he’s out in The Wilderness tracking down criminals for weeks on end, it’s not really the kind of place you want to bring your prettiest, most expensive gun. when he’s on the ranch or in town tho, or really just anywhere where he doesnt anticipate needing to rough it for more than a couple days (which isnt the same as not expecting the need to get rough), he’s probably got this gun.

his gun belt and holster are a whole other story tho. he spent exactly zero dollars and zero cents on them, just assembled them from some spare leather they had lying around, which is why theyre in such Not Great condition, and also why the belt itself ended up so long. he could cut it down to a more reasonable size, but it’s not like there’s anything else he could make from those scraps anyways, so why bother.

that big gun in the second image isn’t technically his tho, it’s the Communal Ranch Rifle. mainly it’s just used to scare away coyotes (or, yknow, actually hit coyotes) but it does occasionally see real action as well, tho not often.

also. does it even need to be said? his hat.. holder... bead... thing. with the turquoise inlay. is a gift from Dick

alright and now the fun part! i go through all of jason’s scars, and how he got them. there are quite a few and a lot of them are. Sad. so be warned, and take care of yourselves! (also just for the record, i promise the fic itself isnt actually as dark as this will make it sound. basically none of this shows up in the story, i was just given free reign to design whatever i wanted, and poor jason ended up paying the price)

ok so. scars.

first off, the claw and bit marks on his arms and shoulders are from getting attacked by some coyotes back when he was still just a kid. to quote my explanation back when i pitched this to Em, “bc as a Young Human with minimal supervision and not necessarily having someone to call him inside once it gets dark, he was unfortunately Very Delicious, if somewhat scrawny, by coyote standards”

next up: a bullet scar on his abdomen, on his lower left side (our right), from some kind of shootout with a criminal. this one is middling-recent; after bruce adopted him, but before the joker thing. i dont really have anything concrete for that one but it was a through and through, and somehow, miraculously, missed hitting any bones, and any organs. just missed his lower rib by like. an inch. that one messed bruce up more than jason, honestly. if anything, he was just surprised it took him that long to get shot, with the life he's had

the ones on his cheek and on his chin were just Regular Childhood Shenanigans scars, no real story.

the one through his mouth is from his time with the joker though. there's also the J brand on his right bicep, also from the joker.

also joker related, hes got a lot of scars on his hands, especially his knuckles and fingertips, from trying to fight his way out of his captivity, and scratching his fingers raw trying to pry open the door to his cell/untie the rough rope he way tied with/whatever the specific situation was. also some minor rope burn scars on his wrists from the same deal.

also some blade scars across his palms from trying to stop/block knives. definitely with the joker, but probably at some point in his youth as well

a few faint lines across his neck from being a temporary hostage a few time while helping Bruce on cases when he was younger, but none of them ever went deep or caused any serious damage

oh and also, whip scars on his back from his time with the joker, which arent too prominent, and mostly cant be seen from the front, except for a couple of spots where they crest over his shoulders and the very tail ends of them can be seen, but they’re there

and also some kind of straight scar on his left forearm, which was a carry-over from my usual Jason design, that i like but dont really have a story for, so that one’s purely aesthetic, lol

and that’s it! i think? that’s all my notes on that? either way this post is getting Way Too Long, and i still gotta do the image descriptions, so i’m calling it there.

[IMAGE ID: two images of Jason Todd in old-fashioned cowboy clothing. He has red, curly hair with a streak of white running through it at the front. his skin is pale but sunburnt, has deep-blue eyes, many freckles both on his face and on the rest of his exposed skin, and his body is broad and muscular, and he has many scars. he has small round metal piercings in the lobes of both ears, as well as an additional two in the top cartilege of his right ear.

in the first image, he is facing directly at the viewer with his arms crossed, and a challenging look on his face. he is wearing a maroon cowboy shirt with checkered red accent at the chest and the sleeves rolled up to his upper arms. he has a dark blue polka-dot bandana tied around his neck, and over that pass two strands of red braided cord holding his tan cowboy hat, which is visible hanging off his neck behind him. the cords are tipped with small metal beads, and pass through a large, dark brown wooden bead inset with turquoise, which regulates their length. he is wearing dark-wash blue jeans with prominent yellow stitching, pulled over his cowboy boots up to the ankle until only the foot of each boot is visible. the boots are dark brown with pale seams and red stitching, and light brown heels and soles. fastened around each boot are embossed red spur-straps, with metal spurs extending from them behind the boots. at his waist are two cracked leather belts. one is dark brown, with a pale silver buckle stamped with vine designs, and it is threaded through his belt loops. the second belt is hanging diagonally over his hips and holds his gun and holster. this belt is a reddish tan with a pattern of darker brown, overlapping rings down its length, and has a darker silver buckle. it is long enough that the loose end of it wraps back around itself several times before hanging down. the holster is simple brown leather folded over the gun, with two straps to tighten it. the gun itself is an ornate and expensive-looking revolver, black metal with intricate gold detailing and a mother-of-pearl grip.

in the second image, he is facing slightly to the side, with a long shotgun propped over his shoulder with one hand and an unimpressed expression on his face as he looks somewhere to the right of the viewer. he is shirtless, and his torso is muscled, stocky, and as sunburned and freckled as the rest of him. his cowboy hat is hanging off his neck again behind him, once more held in place by the braided red cord and round wood-and-turquoise bead. he is wearing tan, high-waisted pants tucked into his cowboy boots, which are the same as in the first image but now fully visible, with red pulls at the top. the pants are attached to red suspenders, though they are not on his shoulders and hang down around him instead. his gunbelt is once more around his hips, but the holster is obscured behind him, and isn't visible. the hand not holding the shotgun is down loosely at his side, and has a red and white bandana wrapped around the wrist. END ID]

#batfam big bang 2020 #jason todd #red hood #Bats Of The West #daria draws #alright im done #it's like 2 am and im passing out at my keyboard and im sure there's a million typos in this fucking novel of a post but #it's FINISHED #soct 07 edit: i JUST realised the first pic was an older non-updated version but it'e been fixed!#god i cant believe im releasing my art w fucking patchnotes now

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tundra-tiger · 4 years

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Hiya!!!!! @raiswanson tagged me in this, 20 questions to ask your OC. So I’m gonna do everyone’s favorite Talis, the dragonborn paladin himself!!! This is Talis as he is as of the latest short story that I’ve posted on AO3, so to anyone who knows things that happen later, that’s why said things aren’t brought up--this is the newest and freshest of Talis available :3 Fresh out of backstory and into the big city! Prepare yourselves for a lot of uncertainty aLSO HERE’S HOPING THE READ MORE WORKS, BECAUSE THIS IS LONG

1) if they could choose a new name, what would they choose?

Oh! Huh, I uh…. Well… I don’t really know. I… don’t think I’ve ever thought about it, to be honest. It doesn’t… really matter, what I’m called. The name I have is fine [Talis shrugs] I don’t really need a new one

2) what’s a surefire way of making them happy?

Ahh, I’m sorry, I…. I’m… not really sure [He rubs the back of his neck and offers a small, sheepish smile] I’m not doing that well at these questions, am I? Uh… Really, all I need is, uh, I guess down time? When everyone can just sit and rest a bit?

……

I think I used to knit. I think… that, used to make me happy

(happy is kind of a tricky thing for Talis, rn, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. Things like hugs or shared snacks or warm, quiet evenings by a crackling fire would make him happy, but also would make him feel a lot of other things at the same time. It’s complicated)

3) what’s a surefire way of making them sad?

Oh, well, the, yknow, pretty usual… I mean…. It’s the… um…

[He’s rubbing his arms and stares off to the side. Shrugs, rubs his arms, shrugs again]

(The answer is a lot. A lot makes him sad)

4) what do they do when they feel sad?

I… [he hunches a little, wrapping his arms tighter around him] I uh…. I don’t know

…

I’m sorry, I… don’t have anything else to add

5) how do they choose their friends?

Usually, I don’t [Talis laughs softly to himself] Friendship just kind of, happens. Beings who connect well, or work together, or have something in common. Or… someone who reaches out a hand. When you most need it

That’s the kind of friend I want to be. Someone who’s there when people need me most, who can protect those around me

6) what kinds of food do they like?

I’ll eat just about anything, I’m not that particular. Just as long as it’s filling… and there’s enough of it [he chuckles, but then looks uncomfortable]

(Warm, homey foods--stews and curries, harvest foods, bread. That sort of thing)

7) who is the person closest to them?

That… would be Ace. I met him when I uh… first got to town, I guess? [he smiles] He helped me find a place to stay, and… honestly, I don’t know what I’d have done, if I didn’t run into him. I mean, I don’t really know anyone else here, so… I can’t say I have a lot of folks to pick from? But, yeah, Ace. Yeah

(For the record, Talis would have ended up asleep in an alley somewhere, but eventually found his way to a Temple, and likely have found some kind of work and living space there. But things definitely went a lot smoother, running into Ace, and he feels a lot more secure to have the dragonborn to look up to as he gets his feet under him)

8) what kinds of music do they listen to?

Anything that’s, that’s being played, really. I wouldn’t know what to pick if you… asked… which… ah… [he looks like he wants to sink into the collar of his shirt]

9) if logistics and money weren’t an issue, what kind of animal would they keep as a pet? (includes fantastical animals like dragons as well btw)

I’m, ah, I’m really in no place to… I mean… I don’t think… [he looks about his room, as if looking for an answer] Uh… a… I don’t… think I need a pet…? Really I… I don’t….

(Something low maintenance and soft, like a cat, would probably be good. Maybe a local mouser that he could befriend, he’d love to just sit with a happily dozing cat on his lap ^^ Someday I could also see him getting some kind of pack animal, like a mule, if he has to take to the road with his adventuring party. Even if one of his teammates got a mule, he’d definitely take the time to get to know it and bond with it)

10) what does the landscape of their mind look like?

Uh… [his expression becomes strained] I mean, probably nothing… that interesting…? Like a, yknow, a mind…? I, I don’t know what that would look like…

(His mind looks like a field right before a thunderstorm hits--not as dark as it will be, but dark as night, with a fire in the far distance. A balance of unsettling stillness and precipitating, distant danger

And no, he doesn’t know what to do with it either)

11) why do they like themselves?

Oh, well, um…. [he draws his arms around him] Well, um… I know.... I was called to be a paladin… that… I was chosen. So… that has to mean there was something worth choosing. In me… right?

(this question assumes a character has things they like about themselves, and…. yeah)

12) what do they dream of doing if they had anything and everything open to them?

[he sits very quiet for a length of time] I would… I would ensure… no one would have go through the hell that… [he winces and stares at his hands in his lap. His voice is very soft] I would make sure all had a chance to live well, safely, and freely in the light of the day

13) what fashion choices do they make? do they go more for comfort or style?

I uh… haven’t made many fashion choices lately [he gestures with amusement to his own clothes, which are practical and too big for him, plain workers clothing] I mean, really, whatever’s… available, and sensible for whatever I have to do. Uh… I’m thinking of getting some, uh, gloves soon, it’s, it’s a little cold and… And maybe a, a sweater? Just for days out and about, and, [he holds back a small laugh, looking down at himself] and maybe a splash of color

(Talis loves warm, homespun fashion--vivid marigold and crimson and rich browns, embroidered collars and hems, layered belts and jackets, knitted vests and hats and gloves. Coordinated layers, varying bolder and softer tones, etc… He might decry it, but he loves picking out what to wear, when he actually does take the time to choose what to wear, and doesn’t just go to sleep in whatever he was wearing that evening ^^; Old habits die hard, eh?)

14) if they had to go somewhere without a map, what’s the likelihood that they would make it there without getting lost?

Aaaaaahhh, that would... very much depend on… uh, where this place is…? If I’ve been there…? I, I really haven’t been around, uh, much of Neverwinter yet [he bashfully rubs the back of his neck] I don’t think I could find my way down the street, as it stands

15) what types of people do they attract?

I, um, ah, well… I… I hope I attract people who need my help? So, so I can help them. I’m a paladin, that’s… what I’m here to do

(So far, anyone who’s been around him for longer than half a second has immediately gone “oh no, you need an adult, don’t you?” so mostly: he attracts parents XD )

16) what types of people are they attracted to?

Oh, uh…. Oh. Oh, that kind of….? Ummmmmm….. [his face flushes and he stares at the floor] Um, I really, I really don’t, I… I don’t…. know….?

(Romantically, Talis attraction has been just a giant pile of question marks to me ^^; It’s not something he’s thought much about, and right now, it’s extraordinarily low on his priority list to pursue. He definitely feels some form of draw towards anyone who’s hurt or scared, but it’s more a draw to alleviate that fear/pain than a draw towards the actual person. Yeah, there’s an intimacy to helping another, and he feels it, but that’s all there is, really. He’s got a lot on his plate rn, and isn’t looking for a romantic relationship. He isn’t looking for friends, either, he’s not really looking for anything--he’s just trying to get by ^^)

17) what is their greatest fear?

[his face blanches, and he’s staring at something with unfocused intensity] I……. I……. I don’t…..

I don’t want to hurt anyone [he twists his hands in his lap] I don’t want… anyone to get hurt, because of me

(More specifically, he doesn’t want anyone to use him to hurt others, but he doesn’t really know how to articulate that point)

18) what kinds of body modifications would they do if they could? (e.g. tattoos, dyeing hair, piercings, etc.)

[he idly rubs the scar on his cheek, then pulls his hand away] I hadn’t really thought about that, either… I… don’t know what I’d get… if I could. I don’t really have much to work with here [he laughs and offers a shrugs]

19) what are they insecure about?

I’m… [he unconsciously rubs his wrist] I’m.... I… I-I don’t have time. For insecurities. Thinking… thinking like that just… [he frowns down at his boots] I-I’d rather skip this question, if you don’t mind

(Yes. The answer is yes. He has a lot of them and isn’t ready to admit to any of them)

20) how do they treat people/beings who have less power than them?

You protect them. You look out for them. That’s, that’s just what you do. Anyone who doesn’t look out for those less powerful than themselves doesn’t deserve that power. Then they’re as good as abusing the power in their hands, if they can help another and don’t then they-- Sorry, I, I didn’t mean to…

[he takes a breath]

I swore an oath to protect and aid any who cannot protect or aid themselves. Because that’s. That’s what you do. If you have strength, you use it to help those without

///The boy. The legend. *waves hands jazzily*

Here’s the part where I tag @jcckwrites and @void-tiger and @skairipaassassin and @queenofhelheimr and @linkhecometotown and @maebird-melody and @gryphongirl and anyone else with an OC? I feel like Rai tagged the whole council, but if any y’all are reading this, I’m tagging you again (only it won’t let me tag anyone else so I’LL JUST BADGER YOU LATER)

#paladin talis #talis #dnd oc #oc related #ask meme #this took me way longer than I thought it would #look at my son #if you are new here #i have stories about this boy #on ao3

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teetlesandnimjas · 4 years

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Alright- y’all wanted it- or at aleast like 2 of you did- so uuuuh TMNT OCS!! WOOOOHOOO!

Uh they’re not that good- And yeah! There is a 2012 one on here- I’m working on a Rise design for her (I wanna make her Baxter’s older sister in Rise, she’s not related to him in 2012 other than he built her the legs/tail she has)

First up is my favorite one- Cami!

Cami is a futacuchi onna (a two mouthed woman or in Cami’s case girl and one of my favorite tradition japanese Yōkai) and a mostly speechless assassin. Her mouth talks more than she does but the “talking” is just garbled speech. She’s quiet because she doesn’t know that much English, and is fluent in Spanish. The only times she gets above a whisper will she talks is when immense anger over comes her and just *intense Spanish yelling* She was hired to kill the turtles, but YKNOW she gets a huge ol’ crush on April and wouldn’t want to hurt her so REDEMPTION! I don’t have a 2012 version yet but I’m gonna make one. In that I think she would be hired by the Kraang to get April, since she can act much more human than they can. She would infiltrate April’s school, wearing her hood obviously, and pretend to befriend her. But Then she actually befriends her and- y’know- then she gets a huge ol’ crush on April and wouldn’t want to hurt her so XD

Next up is the Snake Sisters! They don’t have names yet but I’m working on it!

These two were snake charmers before getting mutated and stuck together. You’d think because they’re siblings they’d get along but they absolutely hate each other! Of course, the turts help them bond (very, very tediously) and eventually they become closer! And then start destroying things! Because what’s a mutant got to do? In 2012 they’re much more monstrous and physically violent towards each other, and is an experiment by the Kraang, leaning more into the darker ways 2012 is than Rise. They’re animalistic, sort of like bat dad (or Kirby, since we don’t wanna have fun around here) but they can still talk and act human when calm. The sisters attack whatever they can before April calms them down and they basically become her annoying aunts. In Rise, April isn’t that important to them, since they’re more focused on M U R D E R skekekejeje they also have a flute staff lol

Next is... ugh- I named her Cameron- I’m so sorry-

The reason I didn’t finish this or post her is because her design is too confusing. Before mutation, she was a student in photography club. Basically she got fused with her camera because idk in 2012 you can mutate with electronics and food so why not Rise??? I also made a bubble gum girl- a girl made of bubble gum- but I didn’t like her design so I’m fixing her up XD. Now back to Cameron. Cam is actually very happy with her mutation since she didn’t show her face online anyways, and in this form she can take photos and videos of anything as soon as she wants. However- that kinda sucks for the turtles cuz- well- SHE VIDEO’D THEM. They have this whole fight and eventually knock her memory card out and shut her down (it kinda sucks to be a camera) but Mikey convinces them not to wipe her because let’s not purposely make someone forget their entire existence. Too bad the Foot Clan does it anyways, gives her a machine gun arm and tells her that the Turtles wiped her memory and that she is actually a Foot soldier who now forgets all of her training because of them. So yeah! That’s fun!! I don’t have a 2012 version for her but I’m working on it! It’s probably gonna be very similar to Rise though.

And finally- ANOTHER PERSON WHO DOESNT HAVE A NAME! SHE’S ORIGINALLY A 2012 OC-

Okay so I don’t actually like her design that much. This is kinda an old drawing but basically- she’s a metal cyborg. She’s not a mutant, but before Baxter was mutated she found him and wanted him to build her legs after seeing what he did for Xever. The Foot promised he would as long as she repayed them with her service. So she did. She can change her legs into a tail and y’know that episode where the turtles had to go under water but there was a giant thing outside and they thought it was gonna kill them but it mistaked their turtle submarine thing for another of its species and like... flirted with it??? Uh yeah that’s not just randomly there- it’s her under water (with a mask of course) and that’s her introduction! After that they see her more often. Also Fish Face tries to flirt with her and she smacks him because, it’s not a weird crush or tsundere thing, she legitimately just hates him and his weird advances. She’s a really party-loving, fun girl but while working for the Foot and Shredder, her mind kinda twists a little. She becomes more angry, much more short tempered, but quieter and scared when people raise her voice or get mad at her. She’s scarred because of the Foot and I think that really extenuates how evil they are.Eventually the Turtles and April help her out, and for a little while she’s a spy, and then gets out under the boys’ protection! She becomes a scout for them and helps them on missions. Of course, her legs self-destruct because the Foot made Baxter add it in case she betrayed them. Of course there’s an intense scene of her trying to get out of them, and the Turtles desperately tearing them off of her, and she just narrowly escapes exploding. But Donnie builds her new ones, she’s got legs with a tail AND a jet pack so she can fight with her tail on land and fly! And of course, when Karai sees that mermaid girl got outta the clan, she’s really happy. Karai viewed her as the big sister she never had and they reunite happily. And then In Rise she’s Baxter’s older sister and is in a wheelchair. She’s very protective, sarcastic, and has some anger issues sometimes, but always has a soft smile on her face. She’s trying her best and genuinely cares for her lil bro. Bax of course rigs the wheelchair so she can fly in it, and she gets a tail of course! But it happens later. She’s not really evil and her and April are BFFs, but she‘s on Bax’s side and “plays his little game and entertains him. He’s only a bored little kid.” She’s friends with the turtles tho and it’s all really chill with her XD

Anyways that’s all of them!

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 oc #im sorry #lol i need to learn how to draw #my art shit #im sorry its so long! i have alot to say about them!

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Do you have any faceclaims or people you drew inpiration from looks wise for August? I dunno if you've done anything similar before but I'd love t learn more abt what he looks like (yknow eye colour or scars w/ a back story, birthmarks any kinda stuff like that ) Very interested in the boy 💘💕

!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m gonna Cry I’m so overjoyed that someone wants to hear about my dearest boy. I Love You, Mysterious Friend.

Ok so! As far as faceclaims, I can’t really say I have any for him?? His design is just something that has evolved A Lot over the past couple years. I would definitely say his current design is more or less how I want him to look though! Here’s some old vs. new design examples:

He gets his looks more from his mom, Ramona, but his eyes are gray, which he gets from his dad, Jackson.

As for scars, I made an extremely quick little map!

Just a heads up! I describe some gory stuff here, so be weary if that doesn’t sit well with you

Brain surgery/removal from Old World Blues. Because of his bullet-to-the-brain, he usually suffers from chronic migraines, but with his placeholder brain given to him by the Think Tank, he has significantly fewer headaches while in the Big Empty. Despite this, he still gets his brain back at the end, cause its just too weird not having it.

The aforementioned bullet-to-the-brain curtesy of Benny Gecko.

Two tiny little cuts he got when he tripped and fell face-first into the pavement one time when he was a kid.

Deathclaw attack. Honestly, he’s surprised he didn’t get worse scars from making his journey through the Divide. Luckily he found an Auto-Doc before he bled out.

Raw skin that scarred over from the bomb collar curtesy of Elijah in Dead Money.

Open heart surgery from Old World Blues. Don’t worry, he got his heart back too.

Bad run-in with a knife-wielding junkie in Freeside. The cut was deep and jagged, and August scared the shit out of Arcade when he turned up at the fort with a rusty knife sticking out of his blood-covered arm.

Small burn from when Ramona first gave August his flip-lighter. He just. Burned himself. He is not always very clever.

Another scratch from when he was kid. He was playing tag and accidentally caught his leg across some rebar sticking out of a pile of rubble. Its also kind of a reference to myself since I have a similar scar from getting scratched by my dog on accident skdjfskdf.

Got shot right above the knee. Now, this one is just a blatant reference to Mad Max, because the same thing happens to Max in the first movie, which is why he wears a leg brace for the following films. I got the idea when I found the leg brace in Doc Mitchell’s house and it looks exactly like Max’s. So in-game I actually always keep that brace in August’s inventory just for role play purposes, and if I ever quit being a baby and draw him full-body, he’ll have it on!

Spinal surgery from Old World Blues. Gets his spine back too.

And as far as any other distinguishing marks, he has a dusting of freckles across his cheeks and shoulders, but nothing much beyond that and no obvious birthmarks.

Thank you for your interest!!!!!! sadkfjskd you have no idea how ecstatic I am to talk about my dear mailman son

#fallout new vegas #courier six #my stuff #august keller

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tea-and-toblerones · 7 years

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Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum | A Unison One Shot

Happy Halloween guys! This is my all time favorite holiday and since you guys are so amazing you all deserve a treat!

RATED M FOR ALL THE SMUTTY SMUT YOU LOVE SO MUCH

"Aah, I love Halloween!"

I was standing in the middle of the store, ripping off the mask I had been modeling, tossing it aside in the jumbled mess of fallen apparel. We had been digging through the racks of clothes for at least an hour trying to find the perfect costume. Well I had been digging through them. Once Ed had realised that I turned into a tornado sweeping through the store, he stood back and let me do my thing. He could tell I was enjoying myself trying on random costumes, modeling them in ridiculous way. He even slipped on some crazy wigs, with me, both of us cackling at how ridiculous we look. He slipped away as I was practically swallowed by costumes.

"Hey, Adi, how about this one?"

He held up a simple pirate costume. The shirt was an antique cream color long, and with a square cut neckline that was low but not too low, with off the shoulder sleeves that were long and flowing, little strings around the cuffs to keep them above the hands. A brown leather corset that went over top that would settle right under my breasts and black leather pants. His other hand held the stereotypical pirate hat and a dark red bandana. I look it up and down carefully, keeping my face as expressionless as possible.

"That one huh?" I cock one eyebrow up, folding my arms across my chest.

He looked down at it "Well, yeah, I thought you had the look...y'know...the swagger and the fierce attitude...and you like rum..." He trailed off, lowering the costume, looking slightly downtrodden. "If you don't like it I can find something else..."

I walk over to him, putting my hand under his chin, lifting his head so he was looking me in the face. I let a smirk cross my face, scruffing his facial hair a bit as I did so. "How did you know it was my secret ambition to be a pirate?"I give him a hug, kissing him on the cheek. "I fucking love it Teddy." His face lit up, breathing a sigh of relief. I take the costume out of his hands holding it to my body for a size comparison. I should have known he'd pick the right size. "Yknow this might be the first time this scar actually comes in handy. It'll definitely add to the look."

"Do you need any boots to go with it? We can run to the shoe store if you need to."

Bless this boy. Willing to not only go shopping for costumes, but actually suggests we go shoe shopping as well.

"I've got some boots that will go perfect with it. You've done suffered enough for today."

"Hey, I had fun too. Besides seeing you enjoy yourself isn't suffering, love."

There was no denying I had fun. Costume shopping was the last thing we did before heading home. After Ed found out just how much I loved Halloween and fall in general, he suggested we take a day to some fall activities. We had spent the morning stumbling our way through a corn maze, laughing hand in hand. After we managed to find our way out, we headed to the pumpkin patch. "Adi, if you can't carry it by yourself it's too big!" The patch filled his his laughter as I struggled to haul the biggest pumpkin I could find up to the attendant. He must have resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to talk me out of it and came to help me, still laughing. I found out afterwards he had snapped a picture. The image of me with my arms around a giant pumpkin with the biggest smile on my face was his ipad background for weeks. After our pumpkin adventure we went and stocked up on candy. He stared in amazement as I chucked bag after bag of candy corn in our basket "Wait, you actually like this shit? It's like chewing a poorly flavored candle." I pouted, tossing in a couple bags of gummies in when he wasn't looking so he'd have something to enjoy as well.

We made it back to my apartment and started unloading our day's haul. I grabbed all the bags, while Ed wrestled with the pumpkin I had jokingly named Lucile. I hurried ahead of him to unlock my door so he wouldn't have to stand and wait for me to fumble for my keys. I dropped the bags beside my couch, rushing back out to help him with the large gourd. He deposits it on my kitchen table. ��

"So, you know what you're going to carve yet?"

"Well, I had thought it was something we could do together so I hadn't really settled on anything yet."

A smile crossed his face "Really? I'm not great at carving, so it might come out looking poorly and I don't want to mess it up."

I wander over to my catch all drawer in my kitchen, digging through until I find what i'm looking for. I pull out the same kit I had used the year before and showed it to him.

"Stick and cut technology my dear. Makes it a lot harder to mess up. There's no way I'd be able to do it without it. I can't even draw a line."

I pass him the book, letting him flip through it as I start unpacking the bags. He chuckled at a couple of them, finally pausing at one.

"How 'bout this one?"

He passes the book back to me. I take it looking it over, laughing. He had to have picked the most complicated one in the book, a creepy looking demon face. It was the one I was planning on doing the year before but ended up picking a castle with bats instead.

"For someone who was worried about messing it up, you picked the hardest one out of all them."

"Didn't you say you liked a challenge?" That eyebrow coming up.

We spent the afternoon elbow deep in pumpkin guts. I had let Ed do majority of the actual carving. His face was a perfect display of sexy concentration. His brow furroughed, his tongue just peaking out from between those gorgeous lips. I had gathered all the seeds, rinsed them off, baked them and were currently cooling on the stovetop. I had put in Silent Hill to watch as we worked. That's when I found out Ed was not a fan of the horror genre. "Jesus fuck, those things came out of nowhere! Movies are supposed to be relaxing. How can I enjoy myself when I'm constantly on edge wondering when the nex- oh fucking hell!"

Once the movie was finished, our freshly carved pumpkin flickering on my countertop, and a big dent taken out of our candy supply, I decide to try on my costume. The party wasn't until next friday but I wanted to make sure I didn't have to return it for whatever reason. Ed had decided to sit this party out, not wanting to cause a scene at my place of work. I slip the shirt on, adjusting the top of it until it fit the way I wanted. I added the corset, luckily it was just a zip on, not an actual corset so I could handle it on my own. The pants fit perfectly, almost like a second skin. I turn in the mirror, looking myself over. Damn, he sure picked a great costume. I add my knee high stilleto boots, bandana and hat before walking out into the living room.

"Well, what do you think of your choice?"

Ed's mouth fell open slightly. His eyes traveled over my body, gleaming with lust. I did a little twirl to show off the ensemble. By the time I had turned back in his direction he had closed the distance between us. His tongue running over those gorgeous pink lips. "Give me your booty, matey" His voice low and sultry. His hands came up, squeezing my ass. A lascivious grin spreading across his face as he did so. "You look so fucking sexy."

His mouth came to mine in an hungry wanton way. I pressed myself into him, revelling in the hardness that I could feel pressing against my hips. He tore his lips from mine, moving down to my neck. His tongue gliding across my skin, soft as silk, paired with the roughness of his facial hair was almost a sensory overload. His teeth made contact with my neck, pulling my sensitive skin into his mouth. I moan angling my head back so he had better access. He answered with hot, wet kisses, trailing from my pulse to my collarbone. I thread my hands through those luscious lock as he worked his way down.

"Oh fuck me..."

I felt his hands come back to my ass, this time lifting me up. I quickly wrap my legs around him. His mouth on mine again, more frantic than before. I could feel his need flowing into me, only adding fuel to the fire that was already raging within me. His fingers digging into my ass as he walked us toward my bedroom. The bed was suddenly at my back, his frame was hovering over me, placing more kisses on my neck. He tossed his glasses aside, clattering against the floor. His knee came up between my legs, spreading them slightly apart. His fingers coming down rubbing me outside my pants, causing me to moan and push myself against his hand, which only made him tease me more. I reach up and run my hands under the dark blue sweater he was wearing, savoring the feel of his chest, noticing that his skin was even hotter than my own. He grabbed the sweater, yanking it over his head, throwing it aside. He ripped my corset open in one quick fluid motion, yet careful enough not to damage it. I shrug my way out of it, shoving it off to the side. He pulled my shirt up over my head, unclasped my bra taking a moment to marvel over my naked torso before finding my mouth once again.

I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and push them down. He kicks them off, I hear the dull thud of the belt hitting the floor. He mouth moves from my own, to my neck, pausing only when he reaches my breasts. He takes my left nipple in his mouth, while teasing the right with his fingers. The combination of the hot wetness of his mouth and the gentle bite causes my back to arch. He switches to the right, doing the same thing. His tongue flicking, his mouth sucking, teeth grazing, it was all so much that I hadn't noticed his hand had left my nipple until it slid under my panties, his fingers tracing my slit.

"Mmm, already so fucking wet, you're almost dripping for me." He dipped a finger inside, causing me to moan even louder. "That's my girl, your moans drive me wild." He slid another finger into me.

"Ah, fucking, yes, Teddy, fuck"

He nipped and sucked his way down my body, all while finger fucking me into oblivion. I roll my hips into his hand, helping him hit the right spots. When his mouth reached the top of my pants he withdrew his fingers to untie them. I raise my hips off the bed to make it easier for him to pull them down. He realised I'm still wearing my boots so he yanks them off, throwing them off somewhere towards my closet. My pants and my already soaked through panties were next, flung to some far off corner of my room. He looked down on me, his gaze almost primal.

"Fucking hell, you are a vision, laid out on display, just for me. I can't get a fucking enough."

He throws my legs over his shoulders, biting his way up my thighs. His tongue pressing against my opening, causing me to whimper in anticipation. My body stiffening when he drug his tongue slowly through the slickness that had gathered. I moan loudly once his tongue flicks across my clit. As he suckled and massaged it with his tonuge, I began gyrating my hips, essentially fucking his face. I could feel his fingers digging into my flesh of my thighs as he pulled me even closer. I could feel my release nearing, I grab ahold of his hair, my hips moving faster, his mouth moving at a faster pace to help me along.

It hit me like a bolt of lightening, the warmth rushing through my body, my walls spasming, my cry's filling the room. His tongue flicking over me a couple more times, causing me to jump due to over stimulation before he raised his head.

"I'm no where near done with you yet." He growled, a fire burning behind those bright blue eyes.

He slid his boxers off, lining his cock up with my opening. The head running through my wetness, slowly, tantalizingly slow. His eyes locked with mine, his expression so sexy it had to be sinful. His lips curling in a lewd smirk as he watched my need for him grow. Jumping every time his head brushed against my bundle of nerves. Finally I can't take it anymore.

"Teddy, Teddy, Please I need you."

That was all he needed to hear. I felt the familiar burn as he entered me. He went slowly for the first stroke or two before his speed intensified His thrusts weren't the normal controlled ones I was used to. These were faster, more frenzied and rougher than they normally were. I quickly match his pace and rhythm, my hands gripping his shoulders. His eyes were closed, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, the sounds coming from him were so so sexy and so deliciously sinful.

"God, I love fucking your pussy. It's so fucking tight and so wet, fuck you're always wet for me."

I had never seen him in this state. He was usually so controlled and caring but this was different. It was like he had given over to his basic need and it was fucking hot. He had quickly brought me right back to the edge again. His head dipped back down to my neck, biting harder this time, chuckling when I cried his name out, my cries for more spurring him on even more. My hands grabbing his perfect ass, my nails sinking into it. His eyes were still squeezed closed, those primal grunts still spilling out of his mouth, along with the occasional swear.

"God, I'm so close Teddy."

He must have known, I could feel my walls tightening around him in mini spasms. His thumb came down, pressing down on my clit. Slowly he moved his thumb side to side, maintaining the same steady pressure. Stars exploding in my vision as I came, the fire flowing through my veins. The swears that stumbled out of his mouth spurred me farther along. His free hand tangled in my hair. He thrusts a couple more times, chasing his release. I feel his cock twitch within me and a look of panic flash across his face, pulling out last minute, spilling his seed on my stomach and bed.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry Adi, I got carried away. Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?"

There was the Teddy I knew. The concern behind his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the wisps of hair that had stuck to my sweat covered forehead. He collapsed down beside me, our breathing still elevated. Since I already had to wash my sheets, I snag my sheet and use to to wipe off my stomach, balling it up and kicking it off the bed. I turn my body towards him pressing my lips against his forehead. His arm came around me pulling me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest, taking in the sound of his frantic heartbeat, savoring the fact that I was the cause of it.

"That was amazing Teddy and no, I'm fine. I promise." I stick my pinky out, causing him to laugh, wrapping his own around mine. My hand tracing the outline of his tattooes. We lay in silence for a few minutes until Ed finally broke it

"So I have to ask, why is it your secret ambition to be a pirate?"

"Well, lots of reasons, but mostly the freedom that comes with it. Not having to follow anyone's orders. Life on the open sea. Waking up everyday to the fresh salt air. Going where you want, when you want. Plus drinking rum under the night sky? Who wouldn't want that?"

He laughed "You're really something, you know that? I can't wait to discover what other dreams you have, love. "

#ed sheeran #teddy sheeran #ed sheeran fanfic #code ginger #ed sheeran one shot #one shot #ed sheeran smut #smut #smut one shot

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