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minced-mangoes · 4 months
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I am in love with the concept of the demons in the devildom having to shed their horns, as well as possible shedding of fur, feathers, scales, or skin. With this we have to assume the demon's horns align closer to antlers than actual horns, since horns don't shed, but antlers do. Either way these are magical creatures so fuck logic. I can do what I want. Maybe they don't actually fall off, but instead shed a layer of keratin, keeping the horns shiny, strong, and unmarred. For some demons this shedding is easier, like for Lucifer and Diavolo's horns. However, with demons like Mammon and Barbatos, the details on the horn make it much harder to come off, often needing assistance.
The shed keratin from demon's horns can be used for other things, typically the creation of beauty products, and demons can get good grimm for handing in shed horn layers. I also think Satan will have to do this with his tail.
Now, the feathered demons tend to have the problem of occasional molting, and losing feathers. I'd also imagine they'd have to spend a lot of time preening and plucking their wings. Lucifer might need your help pulling a blood feather or two. Help him, please. Fur. I'm mostly thinking Belphie here. He sheds. Everywhere. Usually Beel helps by brushing out his fur, but you can definitely assist as well, it's lot of fur and four hands are better than two. Scales, this is for Levi. Please help him shed. It's not comfortable and he can't pay attention to his games if his scales have a layer peeling off. Dunk him in water, get him some nice rocks to rub up against, and peel off anything that gets really stuck. He'll be smooth, shiny, and happy afterwards.
And for the demons with wings that aren't feathered? I assume they'd need to be cared for as well. The thin wing membrane will need moisturizing. For the bug demons? help them shed their exoskeletons. I'm thinking specifically Beel and Asmo here. Yes, I headcanon they have to shed like bugs. Beel not as much, since he's a fly, but Asmo's sin animal is a scorpion, he's gonna need to get rid of that old exoskeleton as he grows. Also he comes out so much shinier and more beautiful! You gotta help him be as gorgeous as he can be!
All and all demon forms need a lot of maintenance. But that's okay, you're there to assist. Hey, maybe this will help you bond. And when you need a little help with caring for yourself, your demons will repay your kindness. ~~~ Tomi here! I take requests via my ask box! Please PLEASE PLEASE drop ideas or just things you want me to talk about there or in my comments,,, I eat stuff like that for lunch,,,
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vault81 · 1 month
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I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!
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PSD below cut!
Compressed Version!
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sentientsky · 3 months
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good omens + textposts
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zaacoy · 9 months
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Also!! I think I just? Forgot?? To post these here?? So here's two old sketch pages from like 2 months ago that I gave to twt but never here- was messing around with drawing big pigsy!! Very floofy heeheehoo
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majorproblems77 · 2 months
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Hello! Me again! This time with our fave ranchhand Twilight.
Major's colouring shenanigans returns with a piece by @1caru. I love love the linework on this one and just knew it had to be next.
The little cats have me just screaming all the time I love them all dearly
Thank you for putting your hard work into the colouring book! It's been amazing to be able to colour on of these peices. I hope it's alright for it to join the others on the wall! :D
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gracefall-mcyt · 1 month
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...SO. Hermitcraft Lifeline AU trailer I made for a class last semester.
Does contain spoilers but they're left vague-ish? Vague enough that I don't think it spoils the experience at all. Go read SlashMagpie's Lifeline AU. Please.
Now crossposted to Youtube!
Notes about stuff under the cut :)
Okay so. I know there are some inaccuracies to the actual fic, major and minor alike. However, this took me around 60 hours to make, and I wasn't able to work on anything else in between because of my deadline. I am not going back to fix things now. I spent the entire latter half of my winter break pretty much just working on this, because, like I said, I was doing it for an assignment.
It was a film studies class, and we had to create a pretend cult classic and then create some creative representation of it. I chose to do an adaptation of Lifeline AU for mine! That's why there are the black frames near the start–originally there was some pretty typical movie trailer text, I just didn't feel like including it here.
I'm going to be real, I would not have been able to get through that project if I wasn't doing it with LLAU. Lifeline AU was my lifeline, in a way. If I had stuck with my original plan, then I wouldn't have come up with such a GOOD final product. I probably would have quit the trailer and settled for a poster. With this, that never crossed my mind. I wound up with a product that I had genuine creative passion for, based on a story that I have immense love for.
@slashmagpie , thank you so much for writing this fic. I have said it before and I will say it again; this is my favourite thing I have ever read. Between its plot, characterization, worldbuilding... EVERYTHING. It's such a beautiful story. It's one of few works to actually make me think, to make me consider what's right and wrong, in a sense. Every time I reread it, even if it's just a small little section (or all of Asking for a Miracle. I'd say that that one has the biggest chokehold on me of the llau fics), I feel myself experiencing the fic all over again.
Going to be honest, I wasn't going into LLAU with any expectations. I found Lost Boys bc i was looking for fics with aliens, and so i decided Empty Oceans would be my "last fic before sleep." I ended up not sleeping that night, spending the next few hours reading through all of the series (aside from Twenty-Eight Days of Delirium, but I did go back to that one later that day), listening to the same song on loop the entire time. I was so engrossed by the story I didn't even notice until I was halfway through Asking for a Miracle.
I rambled on about the fic to anyone who would listen. My best friend, my cousin, my younger brothers, my older sibling, everyone. Eventually, when one day my cousin came over to have a sleepover, I was like. I know you're not going to read it. Would you like me to tell it to you? And she said yes. I expected it to take maybe a half hour. She expected it to take one hour. It ended up taking two and a half. By the end, she said "this sounds like it would make a great movie", so we ended up writing out the script for the very trailer you see above.
My cousin is actually the one who drew the beautiful clock seen at the beginning and on the monks' robes! She gave me permission to use it. I would tag her, but she doesn't have any public social media accounts.
At some point I'll come back and list all the small details, bc I put in quite a few, but for now I'm tired of typing up this post so you'll have to wait :)
Song used is Imaginary Worlds by Tyler K
I forgot where exactly I got the clock ticking sound effect but I will try to find it and link it eventually.
As stated before, this is entirely based on Lifeline AU by SlashMagpie. Go read it if you haven't already, I'm begging you.
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4filen0tfound4 · 10 months
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Lmk stuff I haven't posted here yet :3
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minimoefoe · 23 days
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EVERY BALLUM MOMENT IN ORDER, 1/?
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imsoquarky · 10 months
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Macaque Doodle Sheet
I'm fixating so hard on this man you have no idea. Also did this to play around with a different head shape for him that has a long snout. Like I've said before, my LMK designs are still very much not set in stone.
The art style I've always strived for is cartoony, but art styles don't always come naturally. If they do for you, I applaud you, genuinely /lh
Anyways, I think about Mac's ears fluttering when he's flustered or happy a lot. I think I just think about Mac a lot <<' It's like that "What's your favorite ___" tiktok audio that ends with "carrots". MK is my favorite character and I consume so much content about him, but Mac has his grimy little hands on my hyperfixation art folder.
♠️ - ♣️ - ♥️ - ♦️
(I love rambling about my favorite characters, they're all a little fucked up and I love that about them. Also AO3 is still fucking down and I am foaming at the mouth. ily AO3 volunteers and I hope y'all are okay)
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meatculture · 2 months
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Caleb got fouled, too!
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nuclearspring · 13 days
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i know there's a little bit of info on him currently included in my roster but ! i wanted to cobble together a more detailed rundown of my courier (the sixth one) + his verses. he is a bit of an unreliable narrator, so i'm leaving gaps in this - thing is he doesn't know what's up, so neither shall we.
(that said, if anyone has ncr muses who could maybe piece some things together, hit me up. he can't keep getting away with this).
rough bio under the cut. trigger warnings for death, violence, drug use, the military, addiction + memory issues.
name & aliases: sasha dubrovhsky / boris medvedev / courier six. tag skills: unarmed, survival, guns. (note: given his backstory, he's proficient in these, and in stealth). age: late twenties / early thirties during the events of fallout new vegas. moving into his late thirties if in the tv show era. sexuality: bisexual. you know, for the extra damage. alignment: chaotic something. personality types: estp. enneagram 8. physical appearance: 6'3", buzzcut, brown eyes, cheekbones, numerous tattoos. imagine a large russian man who has clearly broken his nose more than once. he is russian jewish & roma ft. general slavic aura. always clean shaven if he can help it, but stubble happens to him frequently. if in the verse in which he's courier six, he will have two scars on his forehead courtesy of benny. notable features: speaking to six, one may get the sense that english isn't his first language. he doesn't really have much of a russian accent, but his cadence (especially when he is particularly tired), as well as his word choices can sometimes give him away.
he is also autistic, and may have adhd. both are undiagnosed. the latter may have something to do with six's mentat habit.
his face is rarely shown - he tends to wear full combat armour, helmet included.
the man who eventually becomes courier six is born in ncr territory to a family who are descended from vault 13, if a tad distantly (nobody in the family can track the exact lineage, nor have they tried).
six is born alexander dubrovhsky. his branch of the family are loyal to the ncr in some ways, though their primary ideology is born not of the ncr, but of memories of their heritage. sasha receives more of an education than he feels he needs, but he is a curious soul and enjoys picking apart the way of things. devours books when he can get them. is in trouble more than once in his childhood for taking things apart to see what makes them tick.
he is not yet of age when he enlists. he's tall and broad enough to pass for it, and nobody in ncr recruitment looks too deeply into the issue. even before taking two bullets to the forehead, he is an improviser - there's no real plan tied to his enlistment. he makes it through basic easily enough - can remember that fine. can remember being passed up for first recon so as not to waste his hand to hand abilities - he is, in a word, large. can remember being filtered into the rangers instead. can remember later leaving his dog tags on a corpse about his size. tossing the tags that had originally been on the corpse in question into the colorado river.
the why of it is unclear. but he remembers the bloodless panic, and in hindsight is certain he had something to do with that death. can't say for certain whether or not this is unlike him, but the potential will keep him watching himself out of the corner of his eye, waiting for some similar slip up.
he knows he picked his new name out of the past. boris was the name of some relative, he thinks. perhaps a distant cousin, perhaps not. medvedev, on the other hand, is born of the bear tattoo adorning his ribs. (two-headed, stick and poke, slightly weathered, scar cutting through it).
recalls a time, too, when he burns his armour and weighs his options. he knows how to kill things, and is the sort of person with at least a chance at surviving the wasteland. so far so good, anyway. he passes a town with a mojave express office, and volunteers himself for a job. from that point on, he is a courier.
post gunshots to the head, he'll wonder if the memory issues are new. thinks they must be. things improve with time, but some things, he thinks, will never come back to him.
he remembers just enough to feel like helping the ncr is the most deranged thing he's ever done. he does it anyway. that said, six saunters vaguely in the direction of socialism whenever possible.
he identifies a chem habit, but can't be sure he had it before he was shot. can remember snippets of things he used to know, and understands that a great deal of the information is barred now. one hobby of his is gathering it again.
choices in game:
these will be updated in time (i'm going to play again to refresh my memory on him), but he can either pick the independent or ncr route depending. if we're writing post game, his default is independent, though that was a difficult decision for him and he still feels two ways about it. he isn't a blind ncr loyalist by any stretch, and is aware that there are some in the ncr who'd string him up if they knew he'd deserted, but he is not immune to propaganda.
alternate depictions:
i have written him before as an ncr ranger spy who is only moonlighting as a courier, never properly deserted (because the desertion catalyst wasn't there; he made it through the battle of hoover dam in 2077 just fine in this verse), and didn't end up shot in the head in goodsprings. in that verse, he can be recruited as a companion - for anyone who's into that.
this version of him isn't as fleshed out right now (read: i don't remember most of the development i did when i was writing him this way) but i'll update this later, and i'm happy to plot things out on a character by character basis. he is generally motivated to fight the legion, and will in time become somewhat disillusioned with the ncr.
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discluded · 1 year
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are you ever haunted by the fact that one of the main "differences" between Mile and Kinn is that Mile wears his the smaller hoop on the upper piercing and larger hoop on the lower piercing, but Kinn wears the larger hoop on the upper piercing so that the small and bigger hoops are somewhat aligned?
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what kind of good twin/evil twin difference is this 🤣
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keeps-ache · 9 months
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hobbies can be pretty scary
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thetrashywritingwitch · 9 months
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my mother is visiting me tomorrow and my anxiety is through the roof because i Don't Like Her :)))) it will be a suffering kind of day until she leaves
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hauntedpearl · 2 years
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hope chest
Gen, Dean studies, sweet fluffy things.
@angelcasendgame mwah mwah mwah thank you so much for being my cheerleader!!! 💕💕💕
There's this bowl in his kitchen.
It's a cheap little thing — cost him barely a buck and some change — he'd found tossed in the back of a thrift store in Ohio. And it's ugly, too. Got this ridiculous, colourful, loopy pattern on it almost as if someone gave a preeschooler free reign of a paintbrush and left them to it. A chip in the rim, like the last owner had chucked it at the wall when the fruit punch inside wasn't quite to his taste.
It's — Well. You get the idea.
Dean didn't make a habit of browsing thrift stores for kitchenware, and he made even less of a habit of buying that shit from them.
But. Well.
There was the bunker, then. New, and solid. Some place to go back to.
There was a room. A bed to call his own.
A kitchen.
So, sue him for looking.
The hunts took them all over, and sometimes, amidst all that adrenaline and the blood and the damn footwork, there were these long stretches where all you'd have to do was put your feet up and wait. For the coroner to get on with it. For the families to realize that the two dudes in cheap monkey suits would believe their outlandish stories. Sometimes, for the monsters to drop the next bodies. (Those really were the worst ones).
Dean had a routine most of the time. Hit up the local diners, the bars. Flirt with a waiter or two. Pick up a copy of some hinky sounding science fiction novel from the dollar bin at whatever run-down grocery store sat on Main Street.
But, then. The Bunker.
Right.
So. The thrift stores.
He'd begun picking up a tchotchke or two. He'd found a hand-painted wooden model of a car, once. A Ford, nice and smooth and yellow. Soft, blue sheets he'd washed thrice before he put them on the mattress in one of the spare bedrooms. Plates and mugs and odd little spoons with engraved handles that always amused him when he'd seen them on TV.
And, then. There was that bowl.
Stupid looking and too oddly proportioned for anything a respectable household might need a bowl for.
Dean wouldn't know, gun to his head, why he'd thought it would be perfect. It just — It seemed so right.
He'd been holding a worn copy of an old-as-balls edition of Cat's Cradle that was chock full of notes in the margins and doodles like the ones he made in his own copies. He remembers that, for some reason. That book. The cheeky cashier who'd sneered at Dean's purchases — a book in shitty condition plopped at the bottom of a bowl that looked shittier. The way he'd felt a little like his entire body was just itching when he'd forked over the cash, wrapped that bowl in newspaper and thrown it in the pile of old jackets and torn jeans in his trunk he never quite got around to throwing out. (He still hasn't.)
And well, it's here now.
All this while later.
In his kitchen.
A kitchen that's wood and tile, not cold, grey concrete. Yellow wallpaper smudged with handprints. Green and Blue and Purple and Orange.
It's not what Dean was expecting when Cas said he'd wanted to brighten up the space a little, Dean.
Well. It is what it is.
There's some meaning to the madness of Cas' little home ec project, he's sure, but he doesn't think he's ever gonna actually get it. It looks a little like shit, all things considered. But, damn, if it doesn't make him happy. Like his chest is filled with fireworks that keep going off.
Because —
Well.
It looks like home. Feels like it.
So, there's the bowl, in his kitchen that's home in a way nothing's ever been.
It's a cheap little thing. Ugly as shit, too. A chip on the rim like someone's taken a shot at breaking it in half...because who'd want it, really?
It fits, though.
In here.
In the kitchen with ugly, hand-painted walls.
They set it on the counter, next to the nicer clay bowl that Cas fills with fruit from his garden. And one of Jack's ceramic plates that turned out a little wonky and holds Dean's keys.
Dean fills it with packets of sugar and salt and ketchup that make their way into his pockets, even now. A few sets of plastic cutlery that accidentally come along when they get takeout. Fancy napkins he'd gotten into the habit of hoarding, because you didn't get to have hand towels when you were on the road, and toddler brothers were messy little shits who got chocolate all over your clothes when you were trying to be nice.
It's a mess of paper on most days, really.
And sometimes Jack sneaks a handful of ketchup packets out and empties them in his mouth, just like that, because he's a goddamn menace.
Dean thinks it's funny. (He does the same with the sugar and salt, sometimes. Old habits and all that. It's not like he can actually say anything to the kid. What? He's not a complete hypocrite.)
But Cas doesn't.
"You're going to have a stomach ache," he'll say, and more often than not, it's true.
They do it anyway, because they're stubborn assholes who eat weird shit. (Dean's proud of his kid, what's there to say.)
"God, the two of you! You're going to be the death of me!" Cas will say, when he sees them racing to choke down packets of hot sauce.
They'll stop, then, but he won't realise that he's gone and punched them in the gut until he notes the way Dean's face crumples. He'll apologize — of course, he will, even though there's nothing he needs to be sorry for — petty fight forgotten. Dean tells him it's fine.
Reassures him with a touch.
A kiss.
But — Alright.
(That one hurts, still.)
Alright.
(Dean hopes not. Dean hopes never again.)
Alright.
The bowl.
It serves no real purpose in their little house, to be honest. Dean can't bring himself to throw it out, though. He couldn't tell you why, gun to his head.
So, it sits there. The bowl that was tossed in the back of a thrift store in Ohio. In his wood and tile kitchen, accumulating packaged condiments.
He thinks it's ugly as shit.
But, Well.
Damn if it doesn't feel a little like home, too.
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if Sunday morning lets the sun in, what are we waiting for?
The Mountain Goats via @mountainqoats // via Pinterest // Taylor Swift // Hayley Williams // Fleetwood Mac // Taylor Swift via @cruellesummer // Paramore
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