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My first ficbind! It’s just for me so I don’t feel bad that the endpapers got scrunched or that I messed up recto-verso printing standards.
pentapus wrote some of my favorite Naruto fanfics that I come back to again and again. The whole cast is well-written and the situations drive pentapus’ fics in wonderful, world-expanding ways that I always want to read for Naruto.
Designing the title page was really fun! This is a story that has a lot of paperwork and bureaucracy details, which are sincerely my favorite part of any worldbuilding.
I got the cover paper from a secondhand art supply store that I adore. The spine paper is cardstock I stole from work. I don’t have access to a printer except through my public library or, if I want to pay, a print shop. Because I wasn’t sure how everything would print up, I went for library printing. This meant I couldn’t print on anything but the standard paper in the machines; I had to handwrite the title. All my fine-tip sharpies were dry, so I ended up breaking out my dip pen.
It doesn’t look professional, by any means, but for a first bind? I’m proud. I learned a lot. I love it.
#Naruto#pentapus#the full umino experience#fanbinding#bookbinding#fanfic#binderary2024#sneak peek of another one of my binderary2024 projects as scrap paper here…
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3/4/24 - pentapus
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These 2 needle felted Pentapus from Avatar: The Last Airbender were a commission for a cosplay!
(Did you know i not only do the felting but do the commissions too? 👀)
#needle felt#needle felting#felting#handmade#wool felt#wool felting#diy#avatar#avatar: the last airbender#pentapox#pentapus
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Can we please talk about the ATLA references in season 5 of TDP!?
The spell to turn blood to ice is directly inspired from water/blood bending.
And the return of the ‘purple pentapus’! As soon as Claudia said those words I felt my inner child explode with glee!
#tdp#the dragon prince#tdp spoilers#atla#avatar#the last air bender#callum#tdp rayla#tdp season 5#purple pentapus#bloodbending
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I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THEY PUT THE FUCKING PURPLE PENTAPUS INTO SEASON FIVE AND NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT IT
I AM HAVING OMASHU FLASHBACKS RN.
LIKE LOOK AT THIS SHIT
#the dragon prince#avatar the last airbender#original content#i love this so much#purple pentapus#book 5: ocean#season 5
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#the dragon prince#dark magic#dark mage#claudia#Purple Pentapus#Sea of the Castout#Sir Sparklepuff#Terry the Earthblood Elf
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redemption this redemption that i would love that vision of future claudia realized i hope she goes supernova i hope she collapses into a black hole
#MY DAUGHTER <3#lots of ppl have said that pentapus look kinda has ace flag colors and u kno what so real#more ace cunts give that fucker a gun#LET THE CYCLE OF LOVE AND LOSS DEVOUR HER
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hi. mentally ill about soren and claudia. the siblings in tdp all make me insane but soren and claudia are so. viren's daughter claudia and her brother soren (he doesn't like soren). the fact that at first claudia seems like the nice one but soren questions when he's doing the wrong thing and claudia digs herself deeper every chance she gets. that one scene where to protect ezran (?) (it's been a while since i watched this bit) he threatens claudia and she just looks so heartbroken and determined. they both do. because they still do care so so much about each other, it's just that they've taken such different paths and neither of them is willing to bend, not even for the other. <- not normal
OMG A TDP ASK FOR ME??????????????
Who doesn't love Soren and Claudia.
Like, Soren was willing to kill his father in the name of what was right, and Claudia was willing to bring her father back from the dead ignoring what was right ("I did things...I never imagined I would be able to do"). Claudia in s2 wants to "use [her] words not [her] muscles" but when it comes down to it, she's always going to use the strength dark magic gives her to get what she wants, and Soren has since learned that forgiveness and friendship are powerful things. Claudia has only distanced herself from the personhood of the creatures/people around her further and further (which is part of the danger of dark magic), while Soren has only become more and more aware of it.
Soren would jump headfirst into the sea in heavy armor to save an innocent baitling, whereas Claudia would try and squeeze her former friends to death for the sake of her goal. They both have a completely different understanding of the value of life, at all different levels, with Viren learning that value later:
And I think Soren learning to value life more and more over the course of his arc 1 er, arc, only adds to the fact that he's willing to kill his father at the end of s3.
Had Soren been down in the ocean with the rest of the gang in 5x09, I think he wouldn't have hesitated in killing Claudia either, despite how much he cares about her.
While Claudia's followed the dark path of her father ("Daddy look! I'm following in your footsteps!") Soren's been trying to walk a different path. To follow Ezran and his efforts for a brighter future.
I just think they're neat!
(For context, these scenes take place right after one another. Soren staying on the surface to look after their creature friends VS Claudia who sinks bellow to the ocean floor using the corpse of a pentapus)
Bonus "My eyes for truth" and seeing personhood comp:
#thinking about how 'No matter where you are on the path- no matter what you've done before...every step forward is a choice! I am free'#also applies to walking on the path of light#Like for Soren reaching after Clauida. And Callum doing dark magic again in 5x08#You know what I'm saying#tdp#tdp analysis#tdp parallels#the dragon prince#tdp Soren#tdp Claudia#asks#gumy-shark#also tdp is insane with it's water/darkness symbolism#Like in 5x07 Soren is all like ''If you see Claudia again tell her I said hi'' and then he gives up and prepares to SINK and DROWN#Going back to the abyss are we Soren#Be amazed by how much I can overthink everything
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some context-less cracked season 5 quotes for your consideration
"so did you just make bait a sacred promise"
"well he's not going to feel better if he's dead"
"evil jar of eyeballs, evil jar of toenails, evil jar of... peanut butter"
"focus on being present and mindful 😌" "YOURE SPRINKLING CRUSHED LEAVES ON MY HEAD"
"im not sure ive ever felt this relaxed in my entire life-" "BLOODOFC HILDDDD"
"stab stab buh-bye bad guy"
"down the esopha- i mean corridor"
"i don't wanna get your hopes up, but i think i've might've seen your dad's bum shimmy just a little!"
"GOODBYE CRUEL WOORRRLDD" "WHAT WAIT???"
"it's just a polite way of saying 'shut up already will you'"
"A THOUSAND LEVIATHAN-O-FILET SANDWICHES"
"I NEED THOSE OILS. THEY HAVE LAVENDER 😩"
"he's blind isn't he?" "O HOW DID YOU KNOW"
"goods i got by doing.. ~✨~crimes~✨~"
"these goods are so good they should call em 'greats!' let's say you and i take a walk to my big business boat."
"anchovy?! that's a little far"
"good morning good morrow and top of the sun to you"
"oh you have that thing where you sneeze when you see the sunlight too?"
"then i had a revelation: put an egg on the muffin!" *le gasp* "with the sausage?"
"WHY DON'T YOU WANNA EAT ME HUH? YOU'RE MISSIN OUT ON SOME TONED MEAT"
"don't feel bad. if i was a giant sea monster i would eat you." "really? awww... ty 🥹"
"vengeful pirate, certain death, and no jelly 😞" *caws* "ROUGH DAY."
"oh i'm sorry do you have some kind of nice reason for wanting her dead?"
"i've got the biggest strongest hands! don't you want one of mine! huh? HUH?"
"i do not understand. a hand will take weeks to regrow" "no buddy it'll take way longer than that"
"are you mixing the pentapus ink with your own blood?" "its a spell terry not a pudding recipe"
"🎶do you know the mushroom mage who lives on fungi lane🎶😈 THATS ME 👹👹👹"
"✨ i swallowed her✨"
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After reading the case for Viren connecting with the Star Arcanum and him having visions because of it, I made myself a beautiful tinfoil hat.
Humor this giant spaghetti noodle:
This is a vision of Claudia performing Infantis Sanguine.
Viren is initially pulled out of his catatonic state when he sees Claudia wade into the water to retrieve the prison and immediately recalls her walking into a red sea. And this would track with his premonition, but the giant orb in the sky and the approaching wave are missing.
Entertaining the idea that this is indeed a vision of the future and not purely metaphorical elements of Viren's own mind, exactly what is the orb in the sky? An eclipse, a dark star, a black hole?
A full moon?
Vision Claudia drags her legs through the water, which trails red behind her (BLOODUH).
IRL, she's squeezing her blood into black pentapus ink...
...and Terry explicitly remarks on it.
The wave I'm less sure about. Aaravos repeatedly invokes the rising sun as kind of harbinger of Viren's death, so my semi-joking, semi-serious idea is that Claudia finds a loophole by somehow managing to prolong the night or otherwise block out the influence of the sun. So first thought was eclipse which, looking at Viren's nightmare revelation, uh-check!!
AND THEN cursory research confirms that the increased gravitational pull of a sun and moon aligned causes bigger waves called spring tide and I was like, yes very good for me that science is on my side for this magical made up scenario in which the rules are made up and the points don't matter!
SO! Wave is there because SCIENCE says so. But also, eh, kinda looks like sound waves! Like, a nice tableau of Claudia chanting the words of a spell in a pool of her own blood to save her father's life.
An additional element which further convinces me that Viren is having Star Primal-type visions is that child Claudia only skips on one side of Viren's footprints, foreshadowing her losing a leg.
I think the biggest question about Infantis Sanguine is whether or not "the sacrifice" is just some blood or all of the blood, and therefore, whether or not it's something Claudia would be able to do and walk away from using herself as The Sacrifice. Alternatively, she does carry with her a blue flower which begins to fall apart into the water, which if I really wanted to, I could maaaaybe buy as representing Sparklepuff (as sacrifice) or as Viren himself (who is also falling apart and dying lol). Could totally be something else though.
As I'm writing this, I'm realizing I don't know the exact cause of Viren's horror at Infantis Sanguine - if it's simply the prospect of using any part of his children as a spell component, or, more plausibly to me, that he's simply operating under the reasonable assumption that "sacrifice" in this context = death.
Generally, I tend to believe that Aaravos doesn't straight up lie, but I do think he obscures a lot by simple implication and is happy to sit back while people stumble through a maze of their own incorrect interpretation. Things Aaravos never says are, "you must kill the homunculus" and, "one of your children must die so that you can live." The only time Aaravos explicitly talks about death and dying is in relation to Viren himself (and even then, he throws in mysterious stuff about death in tandem with the sun rising).
What he DOES say is this: And I will show you how to use every drop of his living essence to restore your own life...AND your future.
I'll admit that I'm reaching a bit here, but the fact that Aaravos is invoking the future with regard to Sparklepuff's living essence (as opposed to Sparklepuff's magical essence) does kind of hint to me that Sparklepuff wouldn't necessarily die as sacrifice. Which might also explain (what I perceived to be) Aaravos's rather muted response to Viren's refusal at what could essentially be a magical blood transfusion.
Last bit to add - the pentapus and ATLA by extension. This isn't my favorite thing to bring up because a lot of the time I feel like TDP is a bit in ATLA's shadow (but they DO keep making references...) so tossing in a tenuous but relevant nod to a character stealing a literal celestial body from the sky AND a solar eclipse blocking out the power of the sun.
#the dragon prince#tdp spoilers#viren#claudia#aaravos#speculation#tinhattery#crackpottery#noodoodlery#INFANTIS SANGUINE#!!!#.......infantis linguine#thanks for coming to my pasta boil
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oh hey out of nowhere it's 1500 words of Claudiangst, possibly some kind of spiritual sequel to that Viren one from pre-s5
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Claudia sits on a stone beside the Sea of the Castout, and sharpens her knife.
It’s not quite dawn, and the coming morning promises to be bright and clear—she can almost imagine that it’s just another sunrise in Xadia, and the last few days were a terrible and confusing dream. Maybe even the whole month. The ruined stump below her knee, radiating the dull, persistent ache that was as far as she could reduce the pain with what she had in her satchel, destroys the shelter of that fantasy.
The repeated motion of the blade against stone helps a bit, like her calming mantra once did. There is no synonym for cinnamon, there is no synonym for cinnamon—every stroke a little sharper, a little clearer, a little more deliberate. The soft lapping of the waves against the shore might have done the same, once.
She’d almost drowned. Without the potion, her shifted form hadn’t lasted. She’d kicked desperately toward the surface with one leg while bitter seawater and blood rushed into her lungs. When she finally broke the surface, choking and exhausted, it took everything she had just to stay afloat. There was no way she could swim to shore—only drift, watching the sky slowly darken. At some point, the tears came, hot on her sea-chilled face. By the time she washed up on the rocky beach, she’d been incoherent with pain and grief.
The transformation was also the only thing that kept her from bleeding out—her pentapus limbs fusing back together as they returned to human form had mostly closed the wound. Terry had stripped her out of her soaked clothes and wrapped her in a blanket, her body shivering uncontrollably from cold and shock. He’d bound her leg where it was still oozing blood, and he and Sir Sparklepuff fretted over her late into the night as she alternated between chills and feverish delirium.
She holds the blade up to examine it in the pre-dawn gloom, tilting it to catch whatever light it can. It’s a good knife, slim and elegant and curved. It has always been, ever since she found it on the body of a Sunfire elf while picking through the abandoned battlefield. It's far from the least useful thing she's harvested from the dead.
Still, it's not sharp enough. For now.
Wracked with sorrow and fear and pain, she barely slept an hour. But she dreamed.
She'd been back at the center of the sea, standing above it as if it was no more than a puddle. The surface below her was smooth as glass, perfectly reflecting the sky overhead—so overflowing with stars that she couldn't tell if it was night or day. Blood seeped slowly from her leg and dripped into the dark water, lurid in the harsh light, ripples spreading out of sight.
Aaravos’s voice came to her, echoing from every direction. Soft as a whisper, but vibrating through her bones like thunder. We are all stardust, bound together only by love.
She spun, foolishly hoping to see him there. If she could just plead her case to him—she could do better. She would do better. She'd been foolish, thinking her old friends would understand her. Sentimental. She wouldn't make the same mistake again.
There was no one. She was alone between twin tapestries of stars, indistinguishable save for the red ripples that faintly disturbed the one below.
Someone once thought those words would comfort me. Do they comfort you?
“No,” she said. Her voice cracked. “They don’t.”
I thought not. Soft laughter, the kind of indulgent chuckle where it was impossible to tell if you were being laughed with or at—not cruel, but indisputably superior. They did not comfort me either, but I can give you something that might.
Her mouth trembled, eyes burning. She wanted so badly to be wrong, for him to have lied to her, for there to somehow be another chance. “You already said there's no way to bring him back a second time.”
All that could hold him here is cut loose. He is beyond your reach, now.
She couldn't stop her tears, but gulped in a breath and held it to keep from sobbing. It was her fault. She had failed. If she’d only—
If Ezran had just told her where the prison was—
If Callum hadn’t been so stubborn about bringing the baby Archdragon to Xadia—
If Soren had would have killed the elf back when she'd feigned sleep in that stupid, beautiful moonlit garden—if she'd made him, instead of indulging his stupid, childish sense of sportsmanship and honor—everything would be different. Everything would be fine.
She should have realized then that her brother wasn't on her side. Not really. Not like she'd been on his. Not like she'd always been on their family's side. She'd thought he loved her. She'd thought Callum had loved her, or at least liked her. Even Ezran had abandoned her, now. Everyone was gone. She only had Terry.
But I am not.
And Aaravos.
She breathed, shuddering inhales and exhales as she wiped at her face with her sleeve. "What do you want?"
I'm not the one you should be asking. Search your heart, child—there is still something you want very badly. Something that, with my help, lies within your grasp. If you are strong enough to take it.
She would already have everything she wanted, if she hadn't—if Callum and Ezran and that elf hadn't gotten in the way. If the boys she'd once thought of as her best friends hadn't left her for dead, choking and and bleeding and alone in open water. She'd done a lot of things she wasn't proud of—but she would never do that. Not to someone she cared about. They should have known she wouldn't actually hurt Ez.
She still didn't want to hurt him. Not much.
Callum, though—Callum she wouldn't mind hurting. The elf she'd cheerfully tear apart with her bare hands.
The sky continues to lighten, and she holds up the knife again. It's sharp now, like new—it will cut swift and clean. Traveling Xadia for two years, she'd learned a lot. How sharp a blade had to be, the amount of strength it took to sink it deep enough, where and how to cut. Back in Katolis, it had once sickened her to put her hands around a fawn's fragile neck to save her brother. She'd cried with frustration and shame as she struggled, trying to ignore the creature's panicked bleats and thin, flailing legs. Now, she could cut its throat before it even realized what was happening. Ruthlessly. Mercifully.
It can still be better. She returns to the stone.
Fortunately, you already have something that can give you that strength.
Aaravos had told her what to do. Then she'd been plunged into the blood-red water below her, dragged down into the darkness. She'd fought, reaching toward the receding surface, but she was so deep she couldn't even see the light from the sky. As her strength and breath ran out, everything fading away into a soft, endless black, she thought she felt the brush of fingers against her own.
Sir Sparklepuff had been crouched beside her when she started awake, pawing at her as he stared down into her face from the dark. "Blood!" he croaked, scampering away when she sat up. "Blood, blood of child, bloodied child!"
The eastern sky was beginning to pale by the time she'd dragged herself into her clothes and mixed herself something to bring the pain of her leg down to bearable levels. She'd levered herself upright with her staff, hobble-hopping to a nearby rock. The rocky sand shifted under her with each step, only the staff and her own desperation keeping her from falling. If she went down, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get up again.
She finally collapsed on the rock, chest heaving with effort from having crossed barely ten paces of beach. Aaravos was right—between exhaustion, pain, and blood loss, she wouldn't be going anywhere without a boost.
Her eyes fell on Terry, a little line of worry creased between his brows even as he slept, snoring lightly. He cared for her so much it made her heart hurt, but so had Callum and Ezran, once. Now she saw that he would only ever hold her back. If she still had those coins, Moonshadow elf would be in the palm of her hand. Even tossing them into the lava beneath Umber Tor, though a waste, might have broken her enough to disrupt whatever sway she held over the boys.
It will be best for both of them for her to leave him behind. Maybe he'll hurt for a while, but he won't see how cruel she can be. How cruel she will be, once she catches up with her prey. Let him remember loving a girl who still hesitated.
The first glimmers of sunlight peek over the horizon, and Sparklepuff is at her side. He gazes up at her adoringly, head resting against her good leg, the pale violet stretch of his throat exposed. The blade is heavy in her hand.
Claudia's knife won't get any sharper. She cuts swift and clean.
#kradogsfic#claudia#sorry this is completely incoherent in its verb tense it made sense at the time#(no it didn't but whatever i don't care)
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I have a fun new Claudia/DM theory spawned from E1 tidbits yesterday
(yes I got out of bed for this, and it's long, don't judge me):
Claudia has some new dark magic disfigurement, but she also has a walking stick to help with her missing leg. Maybe she has just healed herself, and the disfigurement is from that. But I got a much wilder idea and I gotta write it down or my head will blow, SO:
If Claudia attacks Terry because she isn't healed yet - attacks him for dark magic power to heal herself, using the walking stick he lovingly made for her, no less - then she's finally coming face to face with a big issue that's been hiding in the corner of her eye for a while now.
Claudia sees Terry as "a good elf", and the rest as enemies. But when push comes to shove, she also sees him as young, agile, and alive.
Just like the little deer she lured close with milk fruit.
And Terry is very, very close now.
But she does love him. She really does, as best she can. And it sounds like, in the pain and angst of the moment, she decides that she really is a monster, and that the only way to protect them both - her heart, his body - is for her to leave him.
Yes, if they stick it out, he could conceivably leave her someday, like her family has. But he's shown no sign of that at all. Terry is ride or die! Claudia maybe can't see that from inside her own traumas, though.
And, also likely, she's simply not telling him the monster part. She's very smooth at lying to "innocent" characters she likes about really dark topics. Little white lies aren't just a Moonshadow elf thing. And he'd try to argue her point, when she's made up her mind.
Basically, it's the Claudia version of Rayla leaving Callum in TTM.
Rayla, to Callum: the enemy is too dangerous, stay here
Claudia, to Terry: I'm too dangerous, stay here
SO. Claudia breaks up with Terry and literally walks (hobbles?) away for his safety, and only she knows the full extent of her reasoning why. She's alone and hurting, emotionally and physically, she's self-isolating, she's gonna brood like there's no tomorrow... and without support in that time, she's very prone to unstable influences. We all know Terry helped her with anxiety attacks and etc and generally set a really good mood at their camp.
Now, all of that is gone. She might forget that there is in fact a synonym for cinnamon.
Claudia could fall prey to Aaravos or any other outside entity at this rate - but she could also spiral on her own. Garlaath knows the poor woman's had enough angst to feed off for a lifetime.
Confession: I love Claudia, but I don't get out of bed for her. There's more to this theory. My kind of more.
It's hard to say from outside NYCC whether it's apparent that Claudia's new dark magic disfigurement is from healing herself or not. Maybe she was all healed up already and the attack was about other things - just scaring him, frustration, etc. Maybe she'd partially healed and it wasn't enough to get her foot to reach the ground, and there was nothing else nearby to kill.
But maybe it's "new" as in, it's still left over from the pentapus transformation.
Viren's a careful, calculated spellcaster. He doesn't waste magic, he does as little as possible to get the job done. Perhaps a caution borne from living long enough to want to be there for his kids as they grow, on top of his usual kingdom defense reasons.
But Claudia has grown wings, been half a snake, and then half a pentapus, all in the span of thirty days (not thirty-one, because we don't get the extra day!). That's some Doctor Strange What If material right there. Maybe some bits of those creatures... maybe they stick around in her DNA afterward.
Maybe they become part of her.
Maybe that's what "dark magic leaves a residue in the mage's body" is really about: You can burn snap magic cantrips at will because you've fused your body with a magic creature's essence.
Do you see where this theory leads, though? It does lead to Doctor Strange What If territory.
Here it is, then:
What if every unique monster in Greater Xadia used to be a dark mage?
What if they accidentally build themselves like Dr. Lazarus from that one Doctor Who episode, out of every creature they've ever burnt for power? Each dark mage's final evolution would be unique.
What if, one day, they just... erupt into a new form and have to run away or be attacked by everyone they love? Or what if they hide away in caves and cliffs, in bogs and burrows, because they can start to feel it coming?
Even Kpp'Ar lived alone in a weird house, like Dracula or something. What if Viren was a one-off, the way he was so so careful, the way he covered his stains, so he could serve publicly and keep Katolis safe? The way he married, had kids, tried so hard for normalcy?
What if Viren knows all of this, has always known it, and it helped him turn away from Aaravos at the last moment? If he'd rather die as he is.
When it really matters, Viren doesn't want to hide in the body of another, either. Maybe in that last argument with Aaravos, Viren finally understood where Harrow was coming from. Neither of them wanted to have a ship of Theseus life. For them, the answer to that age old question seems to be No.
I have one more fun twist, darlings.
What if the research Viren was doing for Harrow regarding the famine wasn't on Xadian monsters at all? What if he has a secret book of monstrous dark mages - because of course they're pragmatic enough to dutifully record each other's final downfall, in case someone else needs what they've become for a spell someday?
Maybe his source wasn't any scout report at all, but a horrible passage about a mage who used too much Sun magic and turned themselves into a giant, lumbering Magma Titan who could never go home again lest they set everything they love ablaze.
Yes, I'm still on my "but they looked so depressed out there by the lava river!!" bullshit, and it shall continue! This is at least my 3rd iteration of a Magma Titan backstory. And you'll hear it again lmfao!
I just. Love monsters. A lot.
Alright, there we go. You survived another one of my speculative theories. Good job. Remember to drink water.
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Pentapus
(Pentapoda Lucerna)
Their tentacles can regenerate if cut but please don't do that. Their innards glow intensely due to their chemical composition. They like hanging out in darkened areas to light them up.
They speak with soft wailing whispers that might sound ghastly but they never intend any harm. Their soft tender bodies make for a very tasteful meal when cooked right but don't tell anyone I said that.
Their very first concept art. Made before this project even started
Despite their many appendages, they walk like this, leaving their back limb as a sort of tail.
Odd locomotion for the kind of body they have
Inspiration
These might have been inspired by the Baked Yammonsters enemy from Mother 3, one of my favorite games. Other than that, I simply must've thought having an odd numbered-tentacled alien creature would have been funny. I was sort of into drawing faces in anguish as well at the time I concepted it; around 2019 or so.
#3d modeling#blender#original character#digital art#art#original oc#gamedev#space#soul trail#ambystoman#lowpoly#alien#octopus
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Heyyyy if you know any, could you rec any good kakairu fic? Haven't found any I liked, but I do love their dynamic!
Hi Anon ! Your ask sent me on a reading spree. It's still on-going, but I'm emerging long enough to give you some reading material, if you'll have it.
How to File Form 39-B by thehoyden - "The first time Iruka met Hatake Kakashi, he was still on some pretty good painkillers."
This one's a classic, and with good reason. Starts right after the first Mizuki incident and sees them get to know each other. Fantastic characterization and gives us a brilliant line about Iruka looking good in bed and out of his mind that has been haunting me for years it's so well set up.
An imperfect understanding by tucuxi - "After the Fourth Shinobi War, Kakashi asks a question Iruka really doesn't want to answer."
Haven't been able to find this on AO3 but it's so damn good. Kakashi hassles Iruka into considering applying for tokubetsu. There's training, old family memories, and a total failure at proper communication.
Dinner with the Special Assassination and Tactical Squad by pentapus - "Genma held up a photo pinched between his first and second fingers. Iruka’s smile froze on his face. “What are you doing with this?”"
Another classic (what counts as a classic? my say-so). So darn delightful to read. An incident from Iruka's childhood torments him all the way into adulthood--or is it a misunderstanding? This work has real pieces of ANBU shenanigans and extremely entertaining shinobi interactions, so read and find out!
Paper Release: Elegant Rising Cranes by megyal - "A Hokage's assistant is a very important post."
A lovely fic featuring a job interview, an administrative jutsu, a teen Iruka and insight as to why, really, there was no doubt as to who would get the job.
of riceballs and jello cups by 100demons - "Iruka has lunch with the Legendary Sharingan no Kakashi." "It was not not peaceful. In a way, it was rather like having lunch with a chair. A chair that read porn and was also capable of assassinating people with a dull spoon."
I am glad the author uses the above quote as their summary because I love it. A meeting in Konoha Hospital's mess hall leads to a shared meal and a tentative, promising acquaintanceship. Iruka's voice in there is nailed.
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This seems, to me, like an ideal starter pack. You've got great and prolific fic writers in there, so that if you share my tastes you've still got plenty works left to browse.
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ATLA Live Action Spoilers
OMA AND SHU ARE SAPPHIC. I REPEAT OMA AND SHU ARE SAPPHIC.
THE LOVERS FROM THE CAVE OF LOVERS ARE BOTH WOMEN.
THIS MEANS OMASHU, THE CITY THEIR QUEER LOVE MADE IS NOW THE PRIDE DISTRICT OF THE EARTH KINGDOM.
THEIR SPECIAL DELIVERY SYSTEM IS FOR ALL THE LONG-DISTANCE LESBIANS. BUMI LIVES FOREVER BECAUSE OF ALL THE GAY SEX HE HAS, LIVING HIS BEST LIFE. FLOPSIE IS THE LIVING MASCOT FOR ALL NON-BINARY FOLKS, AND PURPLE PENTAPUS FOR THE ALL THE BISEXUALS. EVERY HOME GETS RECENTLY REFURBISHED EVERY 6 MONTHS BY A TEAM OF DEDICATED GAY MEN.
OMA AND SHU ARE SAPPHIC.
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