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Chibi doodle of Curze and the nightlings. He’s been left on dad duty and he has absolutely no idea what to do.
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Wait wait wait wait wait
Tell me more about this original species with fused mask faces.
You utter fool, straight into my trap card. You have no fucking idea what you've just unleashed.
Alright below are some VERY OLD info panels that I need to update sometime soon. They aren't incorrect information wise or anything, it's just old old old art.
I'm still undecided on If I need to change the species name at some point, but for now we can call them Aurians or alternatively, by their subspecies, Daylings, Nightlings, and Dusklings.
They came about because I needed a special race for a medieval fantasy setting of mine, moon and sun themed specifically. They are an open species and I try to allow everyone as much freedom with them as possible. Whether it be for people to make their own and even use them in stories if they really want to, or to make adopts and sell them. I'm pretty chill with what others want to create with them, provided no one claims the species as a whole as their own.
The sun god Soline and the moon god Nicto fled from the mainland to get away from the humans hunting down the various main deities across the continent, presumably imprisoning or killing them, history doesn't seem to know which one it was. They both settled on a distant island, then both cried over what they assumed to be the deaths of their deity friends. Those tears changed shape and turned into intelligent beings with extreme magical capabilities.
Some extra facts!:
Aurian's can reproduce without the tears of either of their deities. They will take a sort of special tub or vat, fill it with water, place their soon to be child's mask in, and will add their own blood to the water. It's tradition for would be parents to sacrifice their ring finger.
Because of how they reproduce, biological sex, isn't much of a thing. Some may still have what could resemble sexual organs but its considered a mutation. Their language mostly uses gender neutral terms but some may still go by more gendered terms, This isn't a thing of "they are all canonically nonbinary" and more so of "nonbinary is considered a default for them".
I draw them as mostly humanoid but honestly, be as shapey as you want. Make furries, make abominations. Just got to make sure their masks are gold/silver, can't be taken off without killing them, and that their skin resembles the day, night, or dawn/dusk skies respectfully.
concerning the skin of Nightlings, feel free to give them galaxy skin. It wasn't shown in those simple drawings but I do often draw them with galaxies on their skin.
Although they were created for a medieval fantasy setting, I also use them for modern and, will eventually use them, for sci fi space settings as well. No issues with others using them in non medieval settings either.
#anon you absolute fool. Don't you know by now I can't shut up when people ask me these things?#I already go on tangents about lore concerning my parable comics#fool. utter fool.#original species#open species#aurians#aurian doods#daylings#nightlings#dusklings#dayling doods#nightling doods#duskling doods#original species info#aurian info#doodles#my art
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i've got negative energy so a very very quick doodle of Astrias !!!
#droodles#oc#ocs#astrias#nightling#she is my silly and also like i've had her for like 10 years with minimal design changes. truly a hole in one trans icon
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The Fireflies will lead you
Ive been thinking of hopping back to Clip studio paint again- still unsure whenever i gonna go back to photoshop or stick with clip studio again. well see ;D
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y’all, i nearly stopped writing tonight. i felt so defeated and absolutely like my writing was dirt. like nothing i wrote would be good. but i got through it and i wrote like... 9 things and queued a few things! it’s a small victory but i’m proud of it. and now i’m going mobile. i love you all, have a fantastic night everyone.
#[ mun speaks ;; ]#mun speaks;;#ooc;;#[ out of breath ;; ]#y'all i was so close to just logging out for the nightl#and i was getting anxiety#but i just kept going and i'm still feeling like shit about my wriitng but i know that others don't think that and l#anyways i'm proud#negativity tw
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there's no such thing like too many purple characters
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*asks you about world building*
*sickos haha yes image*
All my stories take place in roughly the same timeframe in largely the same environment: hesitantly named Synsolic as an analogue to Earth (I may change that later because I don't know if I like it but it's stuck for a while now so. We'll see)
It's fantasy because I am a sucker for fantasy, populated by humans, merfolk, fauns, satyrs, ipotanes, and nightlings- which are also called shadowlings or aveoliths in varying contexts. I know "faun'' and ''satyr" are largely used interchangeably in a lot of things, but they're different species, here, though they share similarities with each other as well as with ipotanes, the other ungulate species. Merfolk are actually made up of two subspecies, iarans and nix, but while they differ physiologically in a lot of ways, culturally they are one and the same, so they're generally grouped together. I think that's as far as I'm going to get into species things for now, because I've got *checks notes* 32 pages of species things in my own nonsense word docs and I really don't think you want all of that. Unless...
BUT
The world as it is now has been fractured. I hesitate to call it post-apocalyptic because that implies a level of supernaturality and/or violence that generally isn't present, but the gist of it is that over a century past, in the mountain range at the northern edge of the continent, the tallest peak erupted. Think Mt. Taupō or Mt Tambora, with some variation. The ash, the pyroclastic flow, the acid rains and sulfide clouds, combined with the continued effects that the material that made it into the stratosphere had on climate in the next few years, contributed to a heavy death toll. Even after the initial activity ceased, cities fell just because they couldn't feed themselves in the unnatural winter that followed, in the subsequent years' lack of a true summer. The sulfuric content released poisoned the air, especially close to the mountain, though if you were close to the mountain, you were probably dead anyway from that initial eruption, just from being buried in ash or debris. More people were lost than can be counted- in the hours after the eruption, but also in the years that followed.
Some were affected more than others. Merfolk, occupying mostly the southern seas and having the added protection of the waters' surface, retained more of their infrastructure, and with it, knowledge and history, more of their people, than terrestrial humanoids. Satyrs had typically occupied the forests in the north, and so there are very few, if any, true satyr cities remaining. As a result, merfolk are now known for their knowledge of technologies that were lost to others, and satyrs are largely travelers or scattered among other species, unlike fauns, humans, and ipotanes, who have places that are more theirs. (The species are not completely distinct, they live amongst each other in a lot of cases, but there are places that are mostly fauns, or mostly humans, for example, where other species are more a minority. Satyrs don't really have that.)
It has been a long time since the cataclysm. Nobody currently alive lived it, in fact, there are few that even remember somebody who did, and if they did, they were almost too young to know it. But it lingers in the way that things are, now. Cities don't really exist as much as towns or villages, small settlements that can support themselves with little outside influence. There's not a whole lot in the way of governmental influence, and there's definitely not any nations anymore, though they were more of city-states before, anyway. This is a double-edged sword, because the cataclysm made people come together in a way they weren't previously, but it also gave people who wanted to use or harm others an easy avenue to do it, with no formal punishment a disincentive.
The world is mostly in-betweens. Towns or herds or any other type of community are few and far between, and in the spaces linking them is just a vast wilderness that, too, has been changed by the cataclysm. Ash is rich soil. There are forests where there were once prairies and there are rivers that were redirected. The closer you get to the mountain, the more changed things have been. The landscape is scattered with overgrown ruins, again, with increasing density as you draw closer to the source. People are isolated because of this vast space they must span in order to reach others. There are many travelers, but they rarely cross paths, because how could they? There is so much space.
There is SO much more I could say but for the sake of your sanity I'll leave it here. Extremely swag of you to indulge me and if you EVER are actually interested in me elaborating on literally anything PLEASE ASK. I WILL GLADLY
#worldbuilding#ohoohohoho you do not KNOW how much this ask made me go 'YES. VINDICATION'#so beacuse i don't think i've said it already THANK YOU. A THOUSAND SMOOCH FOR U AND UR BLOODLINE#god i didn't even talk about caves bro. but that's more specific to nightling lore and some... some hunters' era stuff so it didn't fit#i have so much fucking species.doc you do not understand how sane i am about these guys. i lvoe them#merfolk are mythologized in a weird way because of the ways they were protected against the cataclysm. they're still obviously PEOPLE but#they're seen differently than the mammalian humanoids. i say mammalian and not terrestrial because. well#satyrs didn't rebuild their cities because of the unique way their architecture was formed it just was impossible to do in the aftermath#which is part of the reason they are so scattered#towns are isolated and that makes for some very distinct cultural shifts by geographic location even among the same species#travelers are welcomed and sailors are plenty. there are guilds that emerged early post-cataclysm in response to predation from...#...large animals like dragons and griffons. these guilds have since evolved into mercenaries and sport hunters#and bounty hunters and Hunter hunters and everything in between. some are still a force of good. many are not#HWHWHHW BRAIN FULL. many thoughts. can you tell ive been insane about my own fucking thing for like. forever. can u tell#i fucking love talking about them come closer. youre sooooooo interested u want me to tell u about my worldbuilding soooooooo bad
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i'm going to be real honest,
from what ive been analyzing in the way you write in your fics (especially your if/then series), i want to assume you put SO much time and effort into knowing and researching about things that correlate into the mc, them knowing about cars, mikeys motor, etc (it may be common knowledge but i havent seen tokyo rev in a bit and i plan on rewatching as well) you're utterly sublime, do you understand? you've inspired me hopelessly, and i want to fuel this inspiration towards works of mine in the future, and i hope you know and understand FULL WELL that i, as well as OTHERS indulge in your writing lovingly and enjoyably
i also wanted to share, i wish i could participate in this collab you're currently hosting, but i'm afraid of touching and writing about tokyo rev atm with my lack of knowledge, hence why i suggested previously if.... if you could... share your deep knowledge and analysis towards tokyo revengers, so that i may learn in it from your perspective (as a fan of tokyo rev and a writer for them)
my thumbs do NOT know when to stop, but robyn
have the most fruitful, loving and peaceful days thats to come
URMEGASUPERCALIFRAGALISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUSFAN,
- hiraeth 😤😤😤😤🗣️🗣️🗣️
I hope you're well 🤍 I hope that after reading my insights and analysis, you'd be able to have more confidence in writing for tok rev 🤍
as for my if/then series, yes I did my homework for the technicals. I really appreciate the acknowledgement :') growing up with friends who are car enthusiasts/lovers, I often get caught into conversations and terms that gets thrown around the circle when we hang out so that was a big help.
and once we were old enough to drive cars, we did have our fair share of (safely) drifting on empty parking lots, spot cool cars on rich neighborhoods, and go to car meets with other car lovers. I'm definitely the least "enthusiast" in our little circle but I guess that was a major influence and advantage as I was writing this series :))) I gotta admit that it's sort of self-indulging too, basically the way [ Y / N ] acts behind the wheel and on the road is how I personally feel everytime i drive when I do these things, and what I see myself doing if I was in the Tokyo Revengers universe 🙈 because really?! where are the street racers in this manga? the 2000s Japan scene still had some of them anyways 👀
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I don't have a good explanation for this. Nightling anatomy.
The last two pictures are really messy with labels but I like being able to see where everything is in the body with the skeleton and all so. Do with that what you will
Nightlings evolved from something closer to a griffon than a mammalian humanoid, but are more reptilian than most modern griffons (they kept a lot of basal traits that other griffons evolved away from).
Their skulls have way more fenestrae than your typical humanoid's as a result of that reptilian ancestor, kept through evolutionary time as either vestigal traits or weight reduction. As a result, their skulls are more fragile. Win some, lose some.
Their jaw is like a reptile's, not a mammal's, with multiple bones of the mandible and a different hinge structure.
A fused collarbone gives more structural support for the wings, but less flexibility.
They have two sets of shoulderblades: one for arms, one for wings. These two blades articulate against each other very slightly, but are mostly immobile. Enough strain on the wing can dislocate this joint, but it is more likely for the point between the wing's arm and the blade to dislocate.
They have a number of attachment points on other bones for wing optimization (process on shoulderblade, fossa in some vertebrae, fossae and eminences on ribs and sternum)
Most humanoids have 10 pairs of complete ribs (meaning connecting to the sternum) and two incomplete pairs. (Fauns have 9: the 10th is reduced due to lack of space, but still present, just incomplete). Nightlings have 6 complete pairs and one incomplete. They are spaced broader, but ultimately account for a smaller structure and lighter weight.
Nightlings' hands are convergent to other humanoids', not analogous. They're derived from the bones of raptorial ancestors rather than from walking legs, and so look different skeletally.
Nightling claws are also not analogous to humanoid nails- they are attached to bone like a cat's (or a raptor's).
Their pelvis is significantly different than a mammalian humanoid's as well: derived from therapod ancestors, they are better built for bipedalism, and don't need to worry about childbirth.
They have no true tail, but do have longer tail feathers. They do not aid in flight at all, and as a result, nightlings are not optimized for maneuverability, but lift. (They are also not really capable of soaring like most birds of prey are).
They have three-toed feet, the smallest of the ancestral 5 has been lost and another- analogous to the thumb- has been reduced into a vestigal dewclaw.
Hands and feet are not feathered: they avoid getting too cold in the absence of insulation via countercurrent exchange.
Their eyes lack any iris structure: instead of a pigmented, muscular ring, they have only a very thin, white membrane of tissue over the pupil, which is very large in the absence of an iris. This lets in lots of light- ideal in a natural, dark environment, but outside of this, they cannot adjust their eye to limit how much light enters. Bright light is debilitating, but they can see in near-pitch darkness.
They are all hyperpigmented (see the ayam cemani) (oops i wrote hypermelanized in the pictures- those are two different things). The only exception is their eyes, which suppress that gene: having heavily selected against pigmentation, as it would blind them. This means even bones and organs are pigmented, resulting in blueish-black insides.
They have the least sexual dimorphism of any humanoid- only small differences in plumage and a very slight alteration of feather density on the rest of the body. Most non-nightlings cannot tell the difference betwen a hen and a crow.
If you've read all of these bullets, I commend you. A gold star for you.
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Working on some stuff for my introduction of the Nightlings. Chibis of adult Crow (right) & Cardinal (left); I redesigned them a bit. Anyway, Cardinal (8’10) is shorter than Crow (9’3), but definitely a LOT more muscular.
Initially, I was planning on having them not being biologically related to Curze, but we later reconsidered that decision. They where born around 30m 20 (definitely not planed lmfao), and aged at half the rate of normal human children. Both twins are perpetuals, like Lark.
In the regular version of our AU, Crow and Cardinal where actually killed by a custodes hit squad (their souls imprisoned in a unique dreadnought pattern) sometime around mid to late 30m due to their anomalous nature & relation to Konrad. In our version of the Dornian Heresy AU (An AU of an AU, ik, horrifying), following Curze’s death, Cardinal takes command of the Night Lords, & Crow ends up helping his aunt wrangle The Unforgiven in the Eye of Terror (that’s a whole other leg of the AU, that @jaegercat03 is working on, they can probably explain it much better than I can, as it involves their OCs).
That’s probably it for the bare bones lore behind (only) these two. One day I’ll amalgamate it all into one post or blog.
#The Twin Daggers of Nostramo#Lark: The Huntsman ot Nostramo#warhammer community#warhammer fan content#warhammer 40k oc#warhammer ocs#artists on tumblr#oc art#cute artstyle#lore#Nightlings#just nightlight things
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this is a sequel to this.
The hoodlums and nightlings: @skulld3mort-1fan, @satanicrutialspecialist, @terzatheunderscorerima, @autumnwulf, @jaggedheart11, @froartuck,
Danny is panicking.
Not to say that he isn’t usually in this state of mind, but it has became very clear that he had fucked up as he looked down at the two unconscious vigilantes in his living room.
He had just moved to Gotham for a scholarship.
He can’t go to jail!
Glancing around Danny threw the creep stick behind the sofa.
‘Think Danny think! Fuck who to call? Should I even call?? I can’t lose my scholarship, I’ll have to move back to amity!
“Uuhhh-“
Dragging two unconscious men into his bedroom was not how is Thursday morning would go.
But here he is!
He gently plopped the two on their sides and closed the door.
“Fuck.. fuck.. ah fuck.”
Grabbing his phone, he scrolled through his contacts and pressed call.
“Pick up pick up come on don’t be the first time you sleep in-“
“Yo man what’s up?”
“Hey- Tim! This Danny from film class!”
“Kinda figured man, caller ID and all. Why are you awake anyways you said we would continue our call tomorrow?”
“Yeah.. about that uh this going to sound a bit odd but I’m a transfer so I don’t really know much about Gotham rules and stuff so there might be a code for this or something but-“
“Danny, you’re rambling. Just spit it out and-“
“IMAYHAVETWOOFTHEVIGNETTESONMYBEDPLEASEHELP!”
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“Come again?”
Danny took in another deep breath,
“I was getting a glass of water, and someone broke into my apartment, so I knocked them out. Turns out it was a vigilante. And he was not alone. So now I have two vigilantes in my bed. Please help.”
There was another pause and Danny heard what he thought was a snort through the speaker before Tim cleared his throat.
“Ok, don’t panic, I know a guy. He’ll come over and take them out of your hands. Just need an address.”
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There was a tap at his fire escape half an hour later.
Danny unlatched the window to let in Batman and Red Robin.
“Birdy retrieval system; you bag em’ we drag em’. How may we help you?”
Danny scuffed his slippers against his rug with a weary chuckle,
“I am so sorry I-“
Batman gently rested his palm on Danny’s shoulder,
“The two of them were supposed to do surveillance in the area and had the wrong complex. You did nothing wrong; this entire situation is on their fault, and they will be properly dealt with for their actions.”
Before swiftly walking into Danny’s bedroom and slinging Red hood onto his back.
Red Robin for his part was holding back laughter as he shouldered the larger nightwing like nothing.
“Yeah man, it’s not everyday someone gets the jump on one of us let alone two.”
And before he could even begin to comprehend how weird his life was, the four left Danny to his own.
With a shake of his head, Danny grabbed to creep stick and leaned it against his radiator before locking his window once more and headed to bed.
“It’s too early for this..”
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Meanwhile in the Batcave:
Tim: YOU GOT TAKEN OUT BY A TWINK!!
#dp x dc#writing prompt#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#jason todd#batman#dick grayson#tim drake#red robin#red hood#nightwing#writting prompt#tim is going to roast them forever
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jeff the kisser cam into my room at nightl....
#crp fandom#crp#crp fanart#creepypasta#creepypasta art#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta fandom#crp art#my art#art dump#sketches#slender mansion#jeff the killer#JTK#jtk fanart#creepypasta jtk#technically x reader#self insert#jeffery woods#i hope i got all the tags
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Bunch of doodles and stuff ive been drawing.
Decided to show them!
Kingsun belongs to @kingsun2004
Shapes & Dinosaur Stuff ive been drawing
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little love girl!dadstarion, <1k
He doesn’t consider himself a clingy parent.
He just endeavours to spend every waking moment he can with her.
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dadstarion watches dhampling sleep for a lil bit and has some thoughts about life. floof.
wc: 724
Astarion watches her as he sits, legs tucked up under him; with a chalice on the endstool to his side.
Despite his current book being one he’s looked forward to indulging for a while, he can’t lose himself in the pages quite yet. His eyes skim and reskim now familiar paragraphs while flitting to the small child asleep on the lounger.
The room is full of impossibly green tangling plants, and glows shades of orange in the late candlelight; incense blooming from the clay holder on the sill. A small trinket dish full of corvid gatherings. The boarded shutters, the curtains parted at either side; the painted mural in place of the window. Lanterns of coloured glass spilling forest greens and oranges soft.
Elven-pointed ears twitching, the occasional small shuffle. Each and every sleepy inhale and exhale from her tiny little body feels like a victory.
He doesn’t consider himself a clingy parent.
He just endeavours to spend every waking moment he can with her, hence her resting here now; in the den room, instead of her own well-loved bedroom. A wayward spider on the ceiling had turned into an evening of storytelling - a journal filled with tales of Grizzle the Arachnid in her spiky young hand.
She’s swaddled in a big patchwork throw he’d made early into his freedom following the fall of the Absolute, just as the idea of tailoring had come to mind. The stitching is a little skewed in places but the untrained eye would glide right over it, he’s sure.
He could carry her up the iron wrought spiral staircase and tuck her in - and likely will soon - but being able to sit and just observe feels like an indulgence. A rare treat.
A small part of him - he would never admit - was hopeful before her birth that she’d be his little nightling, although any lingering wants were blinded by unbridled joy at her ability to bask in the sun. He’d never expected the gaping hole in his undead heart at being unable to pick her up from a day of schooling, though.
He trances through it every time, or he fears he’d disintegrate trying it on big occasions. Her first day, missed. Many more to come.
He frowns.
He does stay awake to do her hair each morning before she heads off, though. Before she’d even reached her first birthday he’d sequestered away a book on Faerûnian Braids from the Night Market; her ringlets barely presenting then now flourishing atop her dozy head.
You. She looks like you.
Astarion’s heart pangs.
He misses you terribly. Dramatically. Wants to creep up the stairs in the style of Nosferatu and bite you in your sleep, fondly; doze the night away with his incisors reverently just beside your neck. His paramour. His well-bitten darling.
Sometimes, he reads the gaudy vampiric fiction novels slighted from the market and hidden away in one of the rafters when clients leave the shop earlier than expected. He thinks one day he’ll play into the notion - the skulker, the grand gestures, the one who stole his heart - then realises his life is wholly a mirror of the pages.
Gah. He’s a cliche. A horrid cliche. He shakes his head yet can’t find it within him to do anything but smile.
Nothing about this feels horrid.
It feels normal. Real. Home is home and it is the safest place in the world.
The dhampling stirs, stretching among the throw and rolling her tiny wrists. A small yawn tumbles from little lips.
“Darling?’
Astarion shuffles his leg from under him and turns his book, resting it on the lounger. Moves to kneel beside her.
‘Sweet thing. Come along, now.”
Her eyes open slowly. She looks at him with reverence. Her father. The balm of rest settles as a haze in this cosy room and nothing has ever felt so good.
Father. Him. Awful, nasty, terrible him. She could’ve been one of them, roaming the underdark in eternal childhood in another lifetime. He decides he won’t allow the thought to pass.
“Can you carry me?” She whispers, lifting her arms above her head.
“If I don’t; I fear we’ll be traipsing those stairs all evening, little love.” He speaks softly and gently lifts her sleepy self onto his hip.
She doesn’t understand his quips yet. She will, one day.
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