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painting-warhammer · 15 days

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Callidus Assassin in the style of Ann Takamaki/Panther (Persona 5)

My personal best miniature paint job yet! At least, it's a personal best to me. Still plenty of flaws! Commentary under cut.

This is where a lot of what I'd learned really started coming together! A lot of Warhammer and painting channels will talk a lot about edge highlighting and it's pretty important to be sure, but a YouTuber named Ninjon broke it down in a way where I understand how and where to do it. Namely, you're supposed to think about light sources. I did that for Ann's hair and her boots; the undersides have their darker shades, but anything from topside is very bright.

The next big change was learning Ardcoat. With my Sylvanas figure, I completely fucked that one up, but with Ann I definitely put a fun candy gloss on top of the Baal Red contrast and the boots after I edge-highlighted. True, I could have added those highlights in a risky attempt to recreate a lycra effect, but as Ann already sorta sneaks around and is constantly mobile, I thought it would sell the illusion to have the lights move with her rather than make a single stationary reflection pattern.

The pink gloves were almost a disaster; I got a cheap, super viscous acrylic that made this lumpy gel as I painted, but after some trial and error I got it to cooperate.

The basing is still touch and go. I genuinely did try to edge highlight the bullet decals and the rocks, honest; I was actually hyped because I wanted to make it the stylish red, white, and black that Persona 5 is famous for. But in the end it came off as looking unpainted when I added whiter highlights, so I just doused the whole thing in Black Legion contrast.

The base was a happy accident. It's not how I initially wanted it. I put Mordant Earth down, thinking I would flow some red shader through to make a weird lava-ish effect that had the bright red of Persona 5 again, but they just mushed together to make this weird mud. A bummer, but it did teach me how to make mud in the future!

And the base. Yeah you're supposed to put black on the rims, but I had to go for style.

Overall, I just feel proud of this one, whether or not I should. I'm always glad when I get to use a color scheme completely different from canon or at the very least different from the on-the-box demo artwork.

The boots were me flying blind, and admittedly on Ann/Panther herself, they're a slightly darker red rather than an outright purple, but I thought purple was a bit more dynamic and I did it for the belt and various other straps as well.

I'll admit I had no good ideas for the poisoned needles, I just doused them in Barak-Nar Burgundy and moved on. The guns and sword I had an idea for, I was going to go for implying they were a polymorphed Morgana, but it just didn't seem interesting. I definitely just half-assed them, but I think it's fine given I wanted the attention on Ann herself. So even the weapons, something I struggle with to make interesting, turned out okay, I think. I got 'em done and moved on.

A small detail I thought was fun: the goggles. I made them Ann's specific eye color! I think they stand out pretty well on the overall model and they don't clash with anything.

Also, Baharroth Blue is the color I love/use way too much, and if it's not on my figure somehow then is it really complete? I think not. 😜

This isn't my favorite figure, but it's the one I pull out when I want to flex a little. I still got one more where it's from a media franchise to go before I post my main army. It's not going to be as good as Ann, but then again I don't know if I'd call it finished per se. Until then!

#Ann Takamaki #Persona 5 Royal #Persona 5 #Callidus Assassin #Agents of the Imperium #Painting Warhammer #Games Workshop #Warhammer #Warhammer 40K #WarhammerCommunity #Warhammer 40000 #WH40K #WH 40K #Warhammer Painting #Miniature Painting #Painting Miniatures #Mini Painting

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darlingdeer21 · 4 months

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YOUR LOVELY BLOOD

THE MAIN LORE

This world is ruled by two races - Humanity and Vampires. People are divided by gender and race, just like in our world. Vampires have the following division:

Daytime. Daytime vampires are similar to the sun, which children often draw. Their heads are always gracefully decorated with large, wide rays that can convey the mood of the vampire. In a calm state they keep a certain shape, in tension/anger the rays noticeably tense up, seem to sharpen, tremble in a threat, and in a relaxed/sad mood the rays noticeably droop. The back of the head is covered with small rays that can even look like short-cropped hair. Daytime vampires always have light white eyes, and their body coloring can range from red to yellow and shades thereof. As a rule, daytime vampires are more graceful, sensitive to any smell, and very perceptive.

Nighttime. The palette of nighttime vampires is changing from dark blue tones to light pink and shades, and the white of their eyes is always dark, almost black. Nighttime vampires are predators, so they prefer a more modest lifestyle. Unlike the daytime ones, they are ardent hunters and their bodies are built quite strongly and the nocturnal ones look much larger. Nighttime vampires don't have such large rays as day ones, but their heads can also be decorated with short rays. In female representatives, such rays are slightly larger. Most often, nighttime vampires wear cloaks with a hood or some kind of headdress.

Adaptive. Half-blood vampires whose parents entered into an interspecies marriage. Depending on the dominant genes, such a vampire will have the abilities and external characteristics of the dominant gene. Unfortunately, such vampires have health problems and most often require special Exceptional Blood to maintain health.

o Adaptive o Fully adaptive This subspecies is distinguished by a complete combination of parental genes and, with maintained health, will be one of the most dangerous vampires, since in addition to hypnosis and charm they have hunting skills. There are very few representatives of this subspecies, since such vampires are born extremely rarely.

There is no war in the world, but there is plenty of disagreement. In the past, vampires attacked humans openly, used and played with their lives, since their blood was their only source of food. Back then, vampires didn't treat humans as equals. Then a war broke out for the permission to life, humans were able to defend their place in this world, and then a special international law was invented, which included rules of conduct.

Vampires have no right to attack humans; force them to give their blood; drink human blood without the person's permission. Humans have no right to attack vampires. Vampires and humans can't form families or make friendly acquaintances.

And there are various methods of punishment for violations - from a fine to the death penalty.

But the law did not always save the situation, vampires still often attacked people in order to get enough and humans were desperately looking for a solution to the problem, and then a plan was developed to organize a special community - Donors. Such people donate their blood completely voluntarily to the vampires. The idea of creation was proposed to the government and they discussed it with the vampire royal family. The council approved this project.

Over the years, some problems disappeared. The vampires were divided into two sides: one that changed its attitude towards humans and now treats them neutrally, in some places even friendly, and the other, which didn't appreciate the donor’s work and adheres to the same practices.

New problems arose: vampires stopped attacking people, but began to use donors, depleting their body, sometimes leading to death. Then the Queen herself put forward the idea of an organization to protect donors. Such guards were vampires who were personally chosen by the Queen herself from the vampire army (the insight of a day vampire allowed her to easily find the most faithful and honest).

More about DONORS

More about VAMPIRES

Main Story Pt 1, Pt 2

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shadowlinktheshadow · 9 months

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RAMBLING about my silly lu splatoon au at 1 am and at 6%!!

inkling

time

raised by octolings and octarians, knew something was different about him

was part of dj octavios army but escaped before he was put in hypno shades

met wild in the deepsea metro

connected to above, but received his scar by being sanitized (like agent 3, basically)

mains dynamo rollers

wild

octoling

was part of dj octavios army, hypnotized

was an elite octoling

heard the calamari inkantation, lost his memory, ended up in the deepsea metro

number 10,117

met time in the deepsea metro

mains tristringer, chargers

four

inkling

something happened when he was a little inkling and now 4/6 tentavles are colored differently (green red, blue, purple) same with his eyes

main tentacle color is yellow, sometimes fades into 1 of the 4 colors from time to time

works with sheldon to create new weapons (his apprentice, LOVES talking abt weapons too)

difficulty deciding teams for fests

mains brushes, (sometimes) chargers

wind

octoling

fascinated by salmonids, has a little buddy

the agent 4 equivalent? maybe he IS agent 4 in this au?

LOVES salmon run shifts

JUST became old enough for turf wars and such

has a little baby octoling sister

was not part of dj octavios army, descendants were somehow able to escape

mains dulaies (dapple)

(startjng from here everyone gets less developed, im open to ideas)

twilight

inkling

fell into the furry mucky stuff and has been a fluffy boy

<< not as welcomed because of this

so he has claws, fur, more mammalian features

lived in a rural inkling town?

mains...dynamos? blasters? give ideas-

legend

inkling

will literally buy every single weapon, shoes, shirt, hat, and has probably filled out his catalog for the season

had an octoling gf named marin (idk what happened to her, but shes gone)

tip of tentacles are slightly pink

I KJUST FOUND OUT THERES A SEA BNUUY SLUG. THIS IS HIS DARK WORLD FORM

ravio works with harmony (I think thats her name)

majns chargers, brellas (maybe ravio mains brellas)

hyrule

octoling

heard the calamari inkantation at a very young age, had to hide this fact

< once it was found out he was considered a traitor and he was on the run

met legend and lived with him (just thought of this rn, might change later)

tentacles are oddly brown (but skin and tentacles are fluorescent, green glow)

doesnt participate in turf war much

tried working at crusty seans (banned)

mains your average splattershot

(Okay now I REALLY dont know about these guys)

warriors

inkling

fashion freak, clothing style > abilities (me fr)

SNAZZIEST idol on the splat TV!

mains... brushes? splatanas?

sky

(ughghghhf BASICS)

inkling

mains splatana

#PLEASE GIB IDEAS #linked universe #linked universe au #lu splatoon au #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu sky #lu warriors #lu four #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #(others>>)#lu ravio #lu marin

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weekend-whip · 1 year

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What phone cases do they have? Backgrounds? Fancy widgets/little digital pets on the black bar at the top of apple phones?

was gonna draw these but i don't have the patience nor time lol

And I dunno nothing bout no widgets or digital pets, but everyone's got a Borg phone, and if anyone had anything wacky it would be Miranda (and her digital pet would be a dog) or Olivia (with a shark)

Kai: His phone case is a super-cheap plastic one that's just solid red, but he decorates it with fire stickers to "spice it up". Never drops his phone cuz he's always paranoid vigilant about where it is. Home screen is a pic of himself; lock screen is a photo of the main gang just hanging out <3

Jay: Black heavy-duty case with glow-in-the-dark blue lightning bolts, custom made. Very often drops his phone—or it gets knocked off of him—hence the extra padding. Has only broken his screen once. Home screen is a pic of Nya; lock screen...is also Nya.

Cole: Fancy black heavy-duty case, with the rubber on the corners for extra cushion. Swaps between the rainbow-rimmed one he originally had and a glow-in-the-dark lava one Jay made for him, depending on their current endeavors. Lock screen is a pic of his mom; home screen is his current crush.

Zane: Plain white case with a single black bird (falcon) design. Has ironically dropped his phone more than anyone else; only cracked the screen twice (in which Pixal was quick to fix it). Doesn't like photos as a background, as he finds them too distracting, but does eventually change the home screen to a solid icy blue and the lock screen to purple.

Nya: Has one of those cases filled with liquid and glitter that swooshes around when you tilt it. The phone itself is gray, the case itself is clear, but the liquid + decorations are various shades of blue. Has a bad habit of throwing her phone when upset (but eventually has Lloyd to fix it). Lock screen is a scenic beach photo with a dolphin; home screen is a silly photo of Jay.

Lloyd: Doesn't want to bother with a case, since he could just fix any dings on the spot, but eventually gets a cheap one like Kai. Has two: one solid green + trimmed in gold, one black and covered in Starfarer stickers. Swaps them out as needed like Cole. Puts some of those phone charms on the Starfarer case. Both screen backgrounds are photos of the main gang—lock screen is casual wear, home screen is ninja wear (with masks on, of course).

Jesse: Very heavy-duty light pink case with extra padding, due to how accident-prone he is, and covered in dense silver glitter. Doesn't even have to drop his phone to wind up with a cracked screen somehow—but they're usually fixed by Jay or Lloyd. Lock screen is of him and Miranda performing; home screen is a marigold flower.

Antonia: Plain orange case with phone charms of various things that seem to change by the day. Her phone has a strange habit of only breaking during a crisis. Lock screen is of all the student council members; home screen is of her, Jesse, and Harumi (until it is replaced to be her, Jesse, Mira, and Nelson).

Harumi: When she does eventually get a phone, her case varies by whichever "phase" she's in—first one is green and white with spider lilies, second one is black and navy trimmed in silver, third one is pink and purple marble. Her backgrounds are the Shark Army symbol and/or Garmadon's symbol off and on; when they're neither, the backgrounds are just pure black. Maybe a pattern if she's feeling daring.

Olivia: Cheap case, deep blue with a mermaid scale design. Waterproof. Screen is cracked to high heaven but somehow still works; too lazy to fix it. Lock screen is a majestic shark; home screen is her and Nya back when they first met (until it isn't). Lock screen may also sometimes be of any individual she's currently got her eye on, however.

Miranda: Her phone case has one of those "Game Boy" designs in bright blue (that you can play games on); her tablet case is black with neon stripes that change color (which she programmed to stay pink and blue). Drops things often, especially when one-handed, but her stuff is so sturdy that you'd never know. For both items, home screen is a wallpaper of the Borg Tech logo; lock screen is the same picture as Jesse's.

Pixal: Doesn't even need a phone, as all her communication is near-exclusively through the communicators, but is given one due to her father's insistance. The case starts just solid purple, but she feels a little plain with it and winds up bedazzling it. Home screen is a huge group pic; lock screen is of her and Zane.

Skylor: Has one of those cases that changes color with heat, and also works like a mood ring. Is not actually all that phone savvy; has to work up to it. Lock screen is a pic from a girls' night out; home screen is a candid of a very flustered and blushing Kai.

#ninjago #the lego ninjago movie #tlnm #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #can't be bothered to tag everyone this time hahahaaaa #k1ng boo #asks from nice people

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seriowan · 2 years

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candy bruises - wrecker x f!reader

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⭒ summary: it doesn't take an army to cheer you up - just wrecker, a flower, and a dash of young love ⭒ word count: 3.1k ⭒ cw/tw: (18+) MINORS DNI slight angst in the beginning, fluff, smut: fingering, oral (f!receiving), praise ⭒ song recommendation: like real people do, hozier ; bury me, duendita ⭒ a/n: no, i totally didn't stay up an entire night writing this. i also didn't proofread so we're going in raw, folks. special shoutout to @eloquentmoon who hypes me up and deals with my sleepless hysteria 💀💕 love you breastie!!

The bluish-purple bruise around your wrist wasn’t permanent.

It was a bruise, and like every other bruise that stained your skin, it would fade.

But the memory behind the bruise would not be so easily forgotten. Even after your skin would return to its normal hue, you would always feel the thick, meaty fingers that latched around your wrist. The tight squeeze that burst the blood vessels underneath the skin. The look on the Imperial’s face when he realized that you were not, in fact, just a meager girl chatting with him at the bar.

In that moment, when you felt as if your bones would shatter from the pressure of his squeeze; when your stomach ached as if you swallowed acid and spit it back up, you were so utterly afraid.

And it was this fear that nested in your gut. Lingering. Festering. Consuming every single thought since the mission ended. No matter how hard you tried to think of something else, you would always find your eyes drifting back down to the bruise, fingertips ghosting over the perfect silhouette of four fingers and a thumb.

The boys and Omega were at the parlor, giving you a few hours of silence to mull over your close call in the safety of a dark, empty ship. The door was propped open, allowing a steady stream of cool air to blow through, drawing goosebumps to your bare legs.

An oversized GAR sweater and underwear wasn’t the ideal outfit for a cold night, but you didn’t bother changing. The cold chill was somewhat of a reminder that you were alive. Grounding, even if uncomfortable.

Your knees were drawn to your chest as you slouched down in the co-pilot’s seat, staring dazedly at your wrist while outlining the shape of the bruise. You lowered your hands in your lap at the sound of footsteps, turning your face towards the cockpit as if looking out the windows. Heavy boots echoed up the ramp before moving into the ship. You didn’t bother turning; the sweet smell of market-fresh Mantell mix was enough of a hint for you to guess who it was.

Giving the chair a gentle spin, Wrecker turned you towards him and crouched down to a knee. Lips curling in a shy smile, he removed his hand from his back, revealing a beautiful yellow flower pinched between his fingers.

“Found it on the way here,” he said in a shy mumble, nervously rubbing the back of his head. “I thought it’d maybe cheer you up a bit.”

You bit your quivering lip, lowering your feet down to the ground before leaning over to gently take the flower. It was beautiful, vibrant and colorful and so much like Wrecker.

Though you thought it to be impossible, Wrecker somehow managed to make you smile.

His face brightened instantly. Brushing a strand of hair from your face, he plucked the flower from your fingers and tucked it behind your ear. A fingertip curled underneath your chin, tipping your head up and tilting it as if to take in your beauty.

You flushed pink and pressed your lips together, hiding an absolutely flustered grin. When he arched his brow, quietly challenging you, you rolled your eyes and finally gave in, smiling as far as you could go until your cheeks hurt.

“There it is,” he sang teasingly, cupping the side of your face as he ran his thumb across your cheekbone. “There’s my favorite smile.”

You cupped his hand and kissed his palm before nestling your cheek into it. As you moved, your sleeve slipped down your arm, exposing the dark bruise that made yours and Wrecker’s smiles disappear. His brow furrowed, the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth.

You clamped your hand over your wrist and pulled it to your chest, turning your head away with a grimace.

After a brief pause, Wrecker tenderly cupped the side of your face and turned it back towards him.

“You don’t have to feel bad,” he said softly, taking your hands in his own and resting them on your lap. Assurance sat heavily in his gaze as his thumbs grazed over your knuckles. “That Imperial knew somethin’ was up from the beginning. Baby, we all mess up sometimes. Kriff, I mess up all the time, but we still pull through, right? Besides, the mission’s not all that important.”

He took your hand, careful to avoid touching the bruise as he raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your inner wrist.

“You are.”

Wrecker offered you a shy smile that reached his eyes, creasing the corners ever so delicately. It’s the kind of smile that he reserves just for you — soft and gentle and loving in a way that you could never fathom. You couldn’t understand how kindhearted he could be after everything he went through — from the war to Crosshair’s absence, even to the guilt he carried from Bracca, nothing ever seemed to dismiss the warmth behind those gentle eyes.

It was a peculiar thing to call Wrecker gentle. To any other person, he was too loud; too destructive; too impulsive, and brash. His size was intimidating, threatening to those who stood on the other end of his blaster. His gravelly voice — a frightening weapon that could cause any opponent to second guess taking him on in a fight.

But to you, he was everything. Loving. Caring. Protective. Devoted.

His arms were your sanctuary. His kisses, your breath of life. His laughter may have been loud enough to rattle the walls, but it was also enough to make you bloom even on your darkest days. Wrecker was unique in every which way, but every vice, every virtue, all the cracks and blemishes and beautiful pieces… they were all him.

Every single piece of him that the universe had to offer was a piece of him that you loved.

In turn, he was there to love every single little piece of you. The parts of you that felt fear, anger, resentment. The piece of you that tried to hold back tears whenever he or his brothers got hurt. The pieces of you that were devoted to caring for Omega as if she was your own. He loved the laugh that you always tried to hide behind your hand and the embarrassing way your cheeks and ears would turn pink at every minor inconvenience. Your clumsiness and terrible jokes were his favorites. Enthusiastic stories and bursts of energy were like music to his ears. He adored the fact that you couldn’t sleep at night without kissing him once on the nose and forehead, insisting it was a good luck tradition. He memorized you like you were a poem, reading in between the lines to catch every emotion, every high and low.

All of the love, every shred of him that swelled with pride and joy when he looked at you, could be summed up with a single look; a single smile that made his eyes twinkle.

And by the gods did that smile make you fall in love with him all over again.

Your bruise became a thing of the past. Fear and anxiousness soothed down to comfort; a relief that you were no longer alone and with someone who understood.

Wrecker took your hands and stood, effortlessly pulling you to your feet. You couldn’t stop smiling as he smoothly spun you around and dipped you backward. The two of you settled into a gentle sway from side to side, holding one another’s gaze in the beautiful silence. He bent down, pressing his forehead to yours just to feel you relax completely in his arms.

You tilted your head, pressing the tip of your nose to his.

“You’re sneaky, y’know that?”

“Not sure what you mean,” he said innocently, lips brushing against your own. After a heartbeat of silence, he spoke in a whisper. “I don’t like seeing you sad.”

You stopped dancing, pulling your head back just enough to see the worried expression on his face. His eyes searched yours, flickering back and forth before darting to your lips. He swallowed thickly and wet his lips — a simple action that sent a swarm of butterflies through your gut.

Without a word, you took a step back… and another… and another, pulling Wrecker by his hand until you reached the co-pilot’s seat. With a finger against his chest, you gently nudged him into the seat before crawling on his lap. Back against his chest, he wrapped a secure arm around your waist while the other settled on your thigh, drawing invisible hearts on your goosepimpled skin.

With a sigh, you laid your head on his shoulder and melted against his chest, surrendering yourself to the safety of his hold. Wrecker’s arm around your waist seemed to tighten when you grabbed his roaming hand and began to pull it closer towards your inner thigh.

“I’m not sad,” you quietly breathed, eyes fluttering shut at the pleased rumble that vibrated through his chest. “Not anymore. Not when you’re here with me… touching me…”

You guided his fingers underneath the hem of your sweater, biting your lip when the tip of his middle finger grazed your clothed pussy. Another swallow. Another sharp inhale, followed by a slow exhale. You felt his chest rise and fall underneath you; his breath, fanning across your neck as he bent his head and began to kiss the sensitive spot below your ear.

The second you pulled your hand away, he tightened his hold around your waist as if to permanently cement you to his chest. The other hand, hidden underneath your sweater, gently pushed aside your panties, teasing a finger through your folds.

You sucked in a shaky breath and wedged your bottom lip between your teeth, tilting your head to give Wrecker better access to your neck. His kisses became wet and open-mouthed, growing in their fervency as he started to gain momentum. When his fingers were greeted with a slick warmth, he smiled into your neck.

“Looks like someone’s happy to see me.”

You were too invested in the single finger slowly curling around your clit to answer. It was as if he was purposefully avoiding any further stimulation to make room for the question, “You sure you want this?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, clenching the muscles in your thighs when his middle finger traveled down to your entrance. “Gods yes, Wrecker. J-Just please, please make me feel good-”

“Shhh.” He briefly sucked your neck before dragging his tongue over the growing lovebite. “You don’t have to beg, princess. I’ll give you whatever you want if you just ask.”

Fuck, you were growing lightheaded and he hadn’t even put a finger inside of you yet. Biting your lip, you arched your back, pleased to feel his arm tensing around your waist. Instinctive, like he was afraid you were going to leave.

You willed your taut muscles to relax before slowly slouching against his chest. Nuzzling his nose underneath your ear, he made himself comfortable by slinking further down the seat, giving him room to spread his legs. With a quick adjustment of your hips, you parted your thighs a bit wider, earning a deep-chested chuckle.

“Good girl.”

Flutters wracked through your gut, shooting down to your cunt just as Wrecker slipped his finger into your warmth. A pleased yet relieved sigh fell from your lips. You rocked your head back, holding onto him with one arm while the other snaked under your shirt to grope your breast. Grinding his palm against your clit, Wrecker pump his finger in and out, burying it down to the knuckle and curling against your g-spot each time. One of Wrecker’s fingers was as wide as two of your own, filling you just enough to feel nothing but bliss.

The steady rub of his palm against your clit was tame at first. Sensual. Slow and steady, just enough to drag out your pleasure until you were dripping onto his armor. He kept lazily dragging his finger in and out of your folds before the ache between your thighs became a needy pulse.

While he was quick to work you open, drawing soft mewls and hitched breaths, his tongue continued laying its claim along your neck. He kissed, sucked, and bit to his heart’s content, muttering the soft praise, “Kriff, you taste so sweet,” under his breath.

“I taste even better here,” you panted, swirling your fingertip around your clit.

Wrecker immediately paused, removing his finger from your cunt.

“Yeah?”

Without a second of hesitation, he took your hand in his own and swiped your finger through your soaked folds. You craned your neck, holding his intense gaze as he raised your slick-coated finger to his mouth and wrapped his lips around it, giving it a good and hard suck. Tongue swiveling around your digit, he let go with a pop, but not before licking a stripe from knuckle to fingertip.

You were stunned into silence, frozen with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“You’re right,” he smirked, cocking his head to the side while is wolfish gaze dragged down your body. “You taste like candy, mesh’la.”

It took every ounce of willpower to refrain from collapsing as you stood and traded one chair for the other. Wrecker broke eye contact with you when you pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it to the floor, dragging your panties down soon after. Sinking into the seat, you opened your legs and curled a finger.

“Come here, baby,” you purred.

Lust glossed over his face. Curtly wetting his lips, he slid from the chair to his knees and sat before you with eyes of burning adoration. Large, calloused hands caressed up your legs, marking a path that was followed by his lips.

A kiss on the ankle, tender and delicate.

“Pretty, just like that flower in your hair, right princess?”

A kiss on your shin, lingering just long enough for him to breathe in the sweet smell of your skin.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

A kiss on your knee, open-mouthed and wet — a sign of his barely-contained desire to ravage you.

"So karkin' beautiful."

You couldn’t help but moan.

When he got to your thigh, the kisses became sharper, faster, sloppy and impatient. He nibbled on the skin, sucking just enough to leave a wet trail of cherry-red hickies that inched higher and higher, closer and closer towards your throbbing heat, teasing the skill of his tongue and the forceful suck of his lips.

Massive hands engulfed your hips, nudging your ass farther down the seat. He took a good long look at your cunt before peppering kisses right around it. Hooking your legs over his shoulders, Wrecker made sure to lock eyes with you while he lowered his head. He flashed you a smirk just before burrowing his face between your thighs, desperately pulling, kneading, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs.

Tingles shot down your legs as his tongue flicked across your swollen clit without abandon. Sweat glistened all over your body, brought by the heat in your abdomen. You clenched the armrests with white knuckles, chest heaving as you panted for air.

“Just like that…”

“You’re doing good, baby…”

“Jus’ a little longer…”

With each flat drag of his tongue, every sharp suck to your clit, each long stripe licked to and fro across your heat, you felt the pressure begin to overflow. The muscles in your cunt clenched, bidding Wrecker’s tongue to slip into your heat. The knot tightened even harder as he fucked you with his tongue, driving you to whimpering moans and wails that echoed out the open door and into the empty hangar.

As blissful as it was for you, Wrecker looked just as disheveled kneeling between your thighs. Eyes shut, he ravaged you with satisfaction, eating you for his and your pleasure. He had a slight sway to his hips as if grinding against nothing would alleviate the delightful pressure brought on by the taste of your pussy.

Moaning into your cunt sent tingling vibrations straight to your clit. Your back arched and you let out a deep gasp when the muscles in your abdomen and thighs contracted.

As your orgasm inched towards its peak, Wrecker's need became insatiable. His hands were now permanently clenching your sides, forcing your writhing hips to stay still while your legs clenched around his head. A deep moan rumbled from his chest as you ground your clit against his tongue.

The second he gave your nub a teasing nibble, you were instantly elevated towards your soul-shattering orgasm. Your eyes clenched shut, mouth dropping open as you cried out Wrecker’s name. He mercilessly looped his arms around your thighs, greedily lapping up your release. Your trembling thighs tightened around his head, hips buckling while you rode out your orgasm on Wrecker’s tongue.

You sat back in the seat with an exasperated sigh, overcome with exhaustion. Wrecker’s chin and lips were glossy before he dragged his tongue across his lips, savoring your taste once more. With a smirk, he looped your legs around his waist and stood, bringing you up with him.

You were boneless. Light as a feather. Limp in his arms with a dazed smile on your face and hazy eyes of total bliss. Every muscle felt relaxed, every stressed bone in your body now weightless. Peace washed over you from head to toe, turning you into a ragdoll of post-sex pleasure and satisfaction.

Wrecker chuckled, setting you down on the edge of his bunk before going to retrieve your sweater. You slipped it on as soon as you could, saving yourself from the cold that turned your cheeks and nose pink. Wrecker was quick to clean your mess from the cockpit before stripping his armor and joining you in the bunk. He gently took the flower from your hair (which surprisingly hadn’t fallen off) and placed it beside his helmet on the floor.

Since the metal bed was wide enough for just one person, you made yourself comfortable on his chest, intertwining your legs together under the scratchy grey blanket. His fingertips slid underneath your sweater, caressing delicate lines between your shoulder blades. The simple gesture was soothing, drawing goosebumps and a fresh wave of fatigue. Heavy eyelids fluttered shut, though you struggled to keep them open. As you drifted in and out of sleep, Wrecker kissed your forehead, lips lingering.

“Mesh’la?”

“Hmm?”

“Love you. Bruises and all.”

Large arms wrapped around you and held you just a bit tighter than before. You smiled and shut your eyes, no longer thinking of the bruise, but all of the beautiful bruises that now painted your skin with memories of bliss and love.

As sleepy as you were, you sluggishly cupped his cheek and tilted your head, pressing your lips against his for the night’s final kiss.

“I love you too, Wrecker.”

And by the gods did you mean it.

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rejectclone · 7 months

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I’ve been on a huge Splatoon kick for MONTHS at this point, so I’ve finally decided to make a Coroika-like OC team! Because since they’re kinda Coroika themed, they have two names, so they’re either named after their gear OR have a codename they use while battling! 🎨🔫

🦑💙🌀 Low-Vis AKA Reject 🌀💙🦑

* Female inkling, she/her

* Natural ink color is is a bright turquoise, which is almost blinding when it’s caught in bright sunlight

* Hairstyle is the iconic Hippie cut, and she’s never changed it in her entire life

* Noticeable facial feature is some near-constant dark circles under her eye mask, even though she does get a full night’s worth of sleep every day. Additionally, the shaping of her eye mask is quite odd, as it’s almost shaped like a pair of sunglasses and is ‘flat’ on top, akin to a straight line

* Sloshing Machine main, secondaries Octobrush (biased towards Sloshers and Brushes + Rollers in general, and they absolutely LOATHE Splatlings and Blasters)

* Hails from Inkopolis, born and raised there for their entire childhood and young adult years

* They’re a indie sofubi artist who moved into Splatsville to sell her original (ancient human culture inspired) sofubi figures to some solid success so far. She does make ends meet by working at Grizz Co., but she has been making good money with her tendency to win small Anarchy tournaments at a good rate

* S+ ranker, pretty big Splat Zones and Tower Control fan, but does enjoy playing Turf incredibly causally

* Leader of the team and is a excellent all-rounder type player, but tends to be a bad sore loser though when suffering from multiple losses in one day, ESPECIALLY after getting a real bad pull from the Shell-Out Machine *cough* pulling a meal ticket *cough*

🐙💗🎛 Aux Box AKA Spare 🎛💗🐙

* Male Octoling, he/him

* Natural ink color is a soft light pink, almost cotton candy-like

* Hairstyle is the Afro cut, but he does have a small X shaped scar on the back of it

* Noticeable facial feature is that due to years of using his favorite main weapon, there is a noticeable ‘dent’ below his right eye socket, on top of his eye mask. Additionally, there are faint scars on top of his knuckles, due to how often his fingers would hit the backside of the trigger guard….. plus getting into occasional fist fights with other competitors

* ONE-TRICK E-Liter 4K Scope main, as he refuses to secondary anything (you’d have to literally kill him to make him just TOUCH any other non-special weapon)

* Hails from Splatville, as he was born and raised there his entire life, amongst other incredibly lucky Octolings whose families dodged being forced to fight in the Great Turf War. Hence, his appearance and demeanor is radically different when compared to Octolings who were in Octavio’s army and defected, and he also seems to be totally disinterested in learning more about his culture’s history

* Once projected to be the next breakout Turf War star in the world, he had suddenly became spiteful in playing that mode and began to dominate Anarchy instead. He seems to be very closed off when being asked why he changed his initial goal in life, and becomes easily agitated when pressed even further on it

* X-Ranker, VERY BIG Rainmaker + Clam Blitz fan and he still absolutely crushes it in Splat Zones and Tower Control

* Second member to join the team, as he was impressed by Low-Vis’ prowess in a random Splatfest match, and was shockingly open to making a causal team, although he does overtake the leadership role every one in awhile (and he does rule with a iron fist, either to incredibly positive success or devastating failure)

🐙💜🌫 Yamagiri AKA Haze 🌫💜🐙

* Female Octoling, she/her

* Natural ink color is a bright lavender, but she can also turn it into a deeper red, essentially on-command

* Hair style is a mixture between the ‘traditional’ Octarian hair cut, and the Pony cut

* Noticeable facial feature is that oddly enough, her eye’s sclera are still tinted green. Additionally, she wears black eyeliner on top of her naturally purple eye mask, to try to fit in more amongst other Inkfish

* Mains Splatana Stamper, secondaries Octo Shot (the LEGITIMATE REAL thing, not at all the replica version)

* Hails from Inkopolis square, but she initially came from Octo Valley and moved into Splatsville for a fresher start in rebuilding up her life

* A former Octarian Army member, she has become disillusioned by the actions of her past and now deeply craves normalcy, once she heard the Calamari Inkantation

* Diehard Tableturf player, as she has a near-complete collection of every card that’s in active play and is a very tough competitor to beat. She makes a living off of the thrill of buying card packs and selling off the rares and secret rares she pulls, and does box set unboxing streams (although she only shows her hands when opening up the card packs, and even wears gloves when she does it to help obscure the shape of her fingertips)

* Third player to join the team, as she genuinely dislikes playing Turf or Anarchy, but does do it for the extra money and tickets at least, as she’s also addicted to the Shell-Out Machine, just like Low-Vis

🦑💛🎣 Paintball AKA Delta 🎣💛🦑

* Male inkling, he/they

* Natural ink color is a muddy yellow, but it can clear up to a more bolder yellow when they’re submerged in other Inkfishes’ ‘cleaner’ yellow ink.

* Hair style is the Spiky-Haired cut, but sometimes he does change it to the Buzz-Cut by just shaving off the spikes on top

* Noticeable facial feature is that the fangs on their beak are so long, that they peek through their lips, essentially causing them to have their mouth always agape so it doesn’t hurt as much. Additionally, their upper arms/upper legs/shoulders/back has some odd looking birthmarks, almost as if his natural biological ink is bleeding through his skin, and is dripping down their entire backside?……

* Krak-On Roller main, secondaries Explosher but on incredibly rare occasions

* Hails from Inkopolis Square?….. not even he himself is sure.

* Supposedly suffers from retrograde amnesia, as they lurk around Splatville at ‘dead’ hours, seemingly just ‘observing’ what’s going on in the area, with a almost dazed expression. It’s unknown where he even lives, as he’s almost always found at the Grizz Co building

* Profreshional Overfisher, as they’re UTTERLY OBSESSED with working at Grizz Co, as he works well over his usual full-time shifts to the point where the company had to tell him to literally go on vacation due to legal reasons. It is said that when out on the job, his normally dazed and meek behavior is RADICALLY changed to a more strict and intimidating aura, almost as if they’re a whole other person?…..

* Last member to join the team, as they are horrifically shy amongst others and is seemingly too scared to use his Kraken special for some odd reason?….. It is a miracle how Yamagiri managed to coax him into joining the team, as she does see potential in having a high ranking Salmon Runner who is INCREDIBLY acutely aware of his surroundings, when in the heat of battle

#these are just some very basic overall details for them! I haven’t decided on the rest of their gear (clothing + shoes) yet lol #I’ll definitely workshop them more later AND I want to explore more on their backgrounds and what species of IRL squid/octopus they are!#Splatoon #my silly cephalopods #yeah that’s going to be the O/C tag for them #vinyl scratching

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aitchnkay · 8 months

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Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 20

Jiang YanLi read the first letter from her brother three times before folding it in her lap and sending a runner to find the Lan sect leader. "Lan ZongZhu," she sighed. "Would you please put up a silencing talisman? What this letter contains needs to be kept between us for the moment." He complied, and she handed the paper over.

"'Dearest ShiJie,'" Lan XiChen read out loud. "'I hope this letter finds you well and that not too many disciples are in the infirmary from fighting. Please let the peacock know we found his mother.'" Lan XiChen looked up. "They found Jin Furen? Excellent."

"Keep reading," Jiang YanLi admonished.

"'She's safe, as are the rest of the two hundred missing Jin women and disciples. They've been leaving Lanling a few at a time so as to not expose themselves to the Wen guarding the city gates. Most of the cultivators are headed to Lotus Pier while the civilians are supposed to go to the MeishanYu. Jin Furen insists that she will be in the last group heading out, so I think it will be over a month before she's safe in Lotus Pier.'

"'Please don't tell the peacock where I found Jin Furen: a brothel.'" Lan XiChen looked up again, ears and cheeks turning pink. "A brothel? What are our brothers doing in a brothel?"

Her cheeks were gaining color, too. "Keep reading."

"'I know you're going to ask why we're in a brothel. I'll explain later. Jin Furen made arrangements to hide the girls and women of Koi Tower immediately after the peacock took his people to hide with us. Jin ZongZhu thought they would evade any repercussions for the peacock not attending the Indoctrination session because he's an arrogant prick. Jin Furen was positive they would be attacked and subjugated next because of the insult. Jin Furen is much smarter than her husband; I quite like her. She made arrangements with various pleasure houses in Lanling to hide the women and their guards. Every day a group of three or four leave the city, different gates each time. A small family heading home after visiting their parents. Or newlyweds moving to a new home. So far, no one has been stopped. I think either the gate guards are unable to sense spiritual energy, or the Jin purposefully blocked their own spiritual energy to pass.'

"'Living in the brothel gives Jin Furen an incredible amount of information. She and some of the older women hide behind a thick veil and cheap skirts and ply the Wen soldiers with bad wine until they're drunk. Then they dig for information about troop movements. I'll include a map of where we think Wen troops are currently stationed. Wen Chao is leading troops towards Lotus Pier while Wen Xu is leading his troops to the Unclean Realm. Jin Furen thinks both sons are going to attack simultaneously.' If they do," Lan XiChen added, "That will make aiding each other impossible. On both sides."

"The Wen brothers can't leave to support each other's battles means... what? They are confident that they are each capable of overrunning the Jiang and Nie armies?"

"It certainly seems so." Lan XiChen returned to the letter. "Jin Furen hopes to have her people in Lotus Pier before Wen Chao attacks. She recommends that you send support to Nie ZongZhu. Wen RuoHan shouldn't know about us. She thinks he thinks all the heirs are hiding out together, but she thinks that he thinks there are only perhaps a hundred disciples with the heirs.'

"'Lan Zhan says his brother should send a letter to Cloud Recesses requesting their assistance at either Lotus Pier or the Unclean Realm. I advocate for hit-and-run attacks on the main armies or scouting parties.'" Lan XiChen put the letter down. "We should talk with the other heirs about what we should do."

Jiang YanLi nodded. "I'm sure Meng Yao will have suggestions worth listening to."

"Mmm. 'As for how Lan Zhan and I ended up in a brothel? We were in Lanling, and a pair of Wen soldiers looked like they were overly interested in us. The closest public building happened to be a brothel. We took refuge, flirting with the ladies there. Yes, Shijie, I flirted with the ladies; Lan Zhan just smirked and pretended to drink wine. He spilled it down the front of his robes. So, of course, he needed to change, and I wasn't going to let him wander around a pleasure house without me. Not the way he was acting.'

"Which leads me, us, to our current predicament. Not all the wine was wasted. He must have drank a few cups because he fell asleep at the table for a while. When he woke up, he got up and started exploring the place, saying he was dirty and needed to change. I asked the Madame for a room, and she sent us to one.... ShiJie... I have never been so embarrassed in my life.'

"'It was a room designed for men to pleasure each other! Lan Zhan wasn't embarrassed at all! He looked at the pictures on the walls and in the spring books as if they were art, and sniffed every bottle of oil to find one he liked.'" Lan XiChen folded the paper and fanned himself with it. "I should have warned Wei Gongzi that we Lan have almost no tolerance for alcohol. My apologies, Jiang Guniang, for my brother's actions."

She smiled. "No apologies are necessary. Keep reading."

"'He pocketed the oil, which apparently reminded him that he was wet from the spilled wine, and he proceeded to... I suppose I shouldn't tell you everything that he did. Let's just say he was not himself at all. No sense of propriety.'

"'I think we're engaged? At one point, he took his forehead ribbon out and tied it around my wrist. Can you ask Lan XiChen about that? Lan Zhan looked so embarrassed when he woke up this morning and saw my wrist still tied with his ribbon.' Engaged?" Lan XiChen moaned. "My uncle will kill him. There are...." His words trailed off.

"Yes, there are," Jiang YanLi agreed. "I will expect a marriage contract from you soon. I had thought we'd have time after they returned to make arrangements. When has A'Xian ever done anything in a proper manner?" She laughed. "It appears your brother is like that, too. It should make for an interesting start to their marriage."

"You aren't opposed to a cut sleeve marriage?"

"It is obvious that they care deeply for each other, Lan ZongZhu. I find that more important than their gender." She whisked the letter out of the sect leader's hands. "I can expect you to hold confidential matters confidential?" He nodded. "Good. Please end the silence spell, and I'll call for a sect heir meeting to discuss our next steps."

#wangxian #the untamed #chen qing ling #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #cql #jiang yanli #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan huan #meng yao

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q-ueen-potato · 10 months

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So, I made a real introduction to Hobie's sibilings here.

For the ones that doesn't know what I am talking, Is canon in the 'main' earth that Hobie Brown is the youngest of nine kids, so I decided to make his sibilings in his earth(Spider Punk earth).

The pictures are all from pinterest just so you all can have a idea of the vibe of each one.

- Frederick "Fritz" Brown

Age: 35 years old

Former teacher, got arrested for the second time for "indoctrination" and being against the government. Responsible brother, helped raise his sibilings when his father left. He is wise but not boring, he will speak his mind with no fear.

Most of the times feels responsible for his younger sibilings since he had to be almost a father to them.

-Agnes "Nessie" Brown

Age: 32 years old.

Vintage queen, like 99% of her wardrobe are his mom's former clothes. She is literally the favorite sibiling of all of them. Social activist, she is currently working to get in the politics to try change the fascist state.

Traveled the whole world, got a shot once(Her siblings has no idea) and has a adopted son that is a refugee from a communist country.

-Gilbert "Bert" Brown

Age:30 years old.

70% style, 30% chaos and 100% whore. Bert was the one that introduced Hobie to punk culture, he owns a pup where Hobie usually play.

Has twins daughters but rarely see them because their mother hates him. Made a tattoo at 14. He supports his sibiling on anything they do and is always ready to help. Gave an flat in the same building as his to Hobie so they could have drinking nights(and he could keep an eye in his brother)

-Theodore "Tod" Brown

Age: 27 years old. Younger twin

At age 17 he and his sister run away with the circus. They do stunts and other acts. He is always changing the color of his hair but most of the time is pink. Sends random pictures at the group chat.

He and Hobie once got in a fight and they broke each other's arms...the fight was about the last slice of cake....that Leo ate in the end.

-Lucile "Lulu" Brown

Age:27 years old. older twin.

Works at the circus with her brother, also handle the circus finances. She is responsible for sending random song lyrics or memes tk the group chat.

Once she knocked out a man with a metal chair, she wears heels to everything since she is small and hates it. Had a funny laugh

-Abraham "Abe" Brown

Age: 24 years old

He is a vigilant named Black Tiger, he had worked at the side of Spider-man more than once(the two not knowing their identities). Martial arts master, he was a Prodigy since childhood and had teached the move that made Hobie broke Tod's arm.

Had left the group chat like 3 times now but is always put back. Lives with his mom to protect her.

Leopold "Leo" Brown

Age:22 years old.

Artist boy, sells his art at the street and was arrested 5 times because it. Has a scar for being beaten by the police. He is positive all the time. He still lives with his mom and knows Hobie is spider man since he was biten.

He is tall just like Hobie, and loves hearing his brother play his guitar, he loves movies and collect and restore rare and old dolls like Barbies.

-Florence "Florrie" Brown

Age:21.

Fun fact, she was born on the same day as Leo being conceived 3 months after Leo was born. She is the fun sister and the reason why they had to move two times(she isn't allowed to the kitchen). When she was 14 and Hobie 12, she piercied his ears. She and Hobie are the closest of the siblings and she was the one that came up with the nickname 'Baby Punk'

She is a cop not by choice, since she was infected by Venom becoming Captain Venom working alongside Officer Venom and the Venom Army.

#Youngest of Nine AU #Hobie Brown #spider punk #ITSV #ATSV

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cakemx · 1 year

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1, 4 and 9? (For the ask game) this is directed to Miso.

For Miso:

What is their full name? Do they like it?

Miso Mollusca (might change teehee). She does like it! She likes how Miso sounds and her last name is actually her [platonic] wife’s last name. (i haven’t decided on her first last name yet)

4. What time of day is your OC usually active? Are they diurnal or nocturnal or maybe in-between?

She’s diurnal! She’s a morning person who enjoys being awake while it’s bright.

9. Main tentacle color? How did they pick it?

Red/Pink. This is how it was when she was in the Octarian Army and this is just how she likes it to stay.

#stupid wisdom #splatoon #oc lore

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youlostyourkarkeys · 6 months

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THE ONYX ENCYCLOPEDIA #3 - THE ELVES OF NOUVEAU

Not all Elves are the same!

Elves in Nouveau actually stemmed from humans- not that they'd tell you that, anyways. Being exposed to magic for a long period of time changed them into the 4 main subgroups we see today.

CALYX ELVES were the first to come about, changed by using agricultural and floral magics used for farming and landscaping. This significantly helped the population grow. These elves take on a variety of skin, hair, and eye colors, but the most common are green and pink. Their ears mimic the shape of various types of flora. Their innate magical abilities revolve around growing things, and affecting the nature around them; most Calyx elves take up agricultural jobs, but are so populous that it's common to see them doing anything nowadays.

CICATRIX ELVES came about shortly after, when blood magic became highly used to treat wounds and sickness. It is common to see Cicatrix elves with scars on their faces, as it is a cultural rite of passage to wound oneself and be able to instantaneously heal it. They come in flesh and blood tones, with black sclera and red irises. Their innate magical ability is essentially to bend the blood to one's will, and there is a strict code of ethics to follow- not that every Cicatrix follows it, anyways. The Cicatrix take up medical jobs and combat jobs mostly, for this reason.

NEXUS ELVES are a younger subrace of elves who sought further enlightenment through complex Arcana. This enlightenment caused the development of a metaphorical third eye, giving them the innate magical ability to hear the thoughts of others. There is an aura of distrust that emanates from being a Nexus elf, because everybody knows you can hear their thoughts. The innate magical abilities of the Nexus Elves include telepathy, telekinesis, and enhanced memory, putting them in jobs that would benefit from a heightened mind, such as engineering and education, but not without being discriminated against for their invasive abilities. They wear circlets with a precious gem centered on their foreheads, as a representation of the third eye. Also unique to the Nexus is their tube-curly hair; no one is quite sure why this happened.

JINX ELVES are the youngest of the elven subraces and most peculiar for their odd ability surrounding Luck and Omens. During the initial occupation of Deco, Elves from Nouveau had started integrating themselves into Decan society and the strange magic of the dark started to affect them too, creating a fourth subrace of elves; more Jinx elves started popping up during the Nouveau-Deco War and unrest in the region caused some Nouveauians to defect and help the other side. Because of this history, these elves get a bad wrap from the more traditional people of Nouveau, but nowadays you can see them in both Deco and Nouveau taking up all kinds of jobs (but you never see them in the army...) These elves possess downturned ears and any value range of grey-white skin; with captivating purple/pink eyes with no pupils or irises.

ELVEN NAMING CONVENTIONS are probably the most dead giveaway as to what subrace of elf someone is. The structure of a name goes as this:

First name. Elves can be named anything, like humans. Janika, Desiree, Emmet, Tobias- first names are given as normal, by one's parents.

Middle name. This acts as the surname, and is often the father's surname as well. During marriage, women will change their middle name. Also, middle names are always no more than 3-4 letters.

Last name. It is a strict requirement in elven culture to put your subrace as your last name- while there is no formal law for this, it is frowned upon not to state which brood you come from with pride- or with shame, should they think you deserve it.

So, the structure would look like: Stewart Vino-Jinx, Loch Von-Cicatrix, Nessa Glen-Calyx, etc.

#art #digital art #worldbuilding #story stuff #lore dump #oc lore #original lore #fantasy

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cult-of-chaos-comic · 1 year

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[Header ID: The Cookie Run logo with dark shading coming from the bottom of the text, a black outline, and a white overline, with the words "Cult of Chaos" written in very sharp and angular hand writing in the same color as the Cookie Run logo, with the same outline and overline, behind the Cookie Run logo is a collection of blood splatters with a cyan shadow. The background is dark red with semi-transparent red and cyan circles that come from the center and fade out towards the edges. /END ID]

[Profile Icon ID: A neck-up drawing of Red Velvet Cookie from Cookie Run: Kingdom, looking into the camera with a somewhat determined expression. Most of the drawing cuts off at the top of Red Velvet's chest, but his hair is drawn flowing all the way down to the bottom of the image. The background is dark red, with a circle of a light shade of red-tinted pink in the center.]

Hey! Welcome to the official Tumblr blog for Cookie Run: Cult of Chaos!

"What is Cookie Run: Cult of Chaos?" You ask?

Good question! Let me explain myself.

Cookie Run: Cult of Chaos is (or will be, at the time I'm writing this) a Cookie Run fan comic set in an alternate universe that is a blend of both of the timelines presented in Cookie Run: Kingdom and Cookie Run: Ovenbreak. (And is also in the same multiverse as my other big AU series @the-era-of-shadow)

Its story starts shortly after the events of the CRK × Sonic the Hedgehog event, with the Cookies of Darkness having caught wind of Gingerbrave and friends' latest adventures in Green Hill Zone. Now, with this information in their grasps, they plan to capture the strange creatures Gingerbrave and friends were seen with during their adventures, but things go haywire soon after Red Velvet Cookie is sent out with his cakehound army to complete this mission, and a change of plans is made... But some wonder if Red Velvet Cookie had been hoping for such a disturbance this whole time...

Anyway! I'll be posting the comic page by page, I can not promise a release schedule, as I have other projects and school, but I will do my best to regularly update this series! And of course, I'll make it clear when a chapter is finished, and do expect more of a hiatus between chapters.

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This is where the links to the start of each chapter go!

[VIDEO CUTSCENE] Series Launch - Heist of Wizardly Knowledge

Prolouge - Equal Opportunity (In progress)

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please also enjoy this early release of the one original track I made for the series launch cutscene

And follow my other accounts!

@black-arms-hivemind (main)

@the-era-of-shadow (other AU blog)

@home-sweet-hive (art blog)

#intro post #cookie run au #crk au #crob au #<- I'm not the type to want to fill every tag ever #especially for something like this haha-

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nintendouniverse2023 · 10 months

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Scene I did my OCs in my AU, for their designs and anything, I thought it would be fair if each of the Mario Characters a redesign in my version. Some I design them will be the same but change it up a little bit.

Bio: Lemmy was the 7th born of the Koopalings born with Heterochromia. He was hatched from his egg shortly after Morton Sr’s death and Susan abandoned him along with his other siblings and Bowser adopted them months later. Unlike the Koopalings, He didn’t know much of his real parents growing up, He did note his older siblings suffer a mental breakdown oftentimes, he even did comfirs them during the time. His older siblings have moved on *Except for Ludwig* . Lemmy was definitely close to Iggy as they spent more time together.

Lemmy have a dream that he would run away from the circus and practice everyday, he was usually sabotage everytime The Mario Bros Battle, he lost. Lemmy along with The Koopalings found out that The Mario’s Sister has moved the Mushroom Kingdom, He finds her very pretty.

A month later when Bowser’s main plan is ready, He would go one day early to Acorn Plains, because he wants the Waddlewings to join forces with the Koopa Empire. A day later, The Waddlewings then set their revenge at the Mario Bros from *SMBU arc* and failed to do so. Lemmy then meets Mara for the first time and realized her skills of soccer during the fight. He ran off after being defeated. Lemmy continued to help Bowser and never rest to achieve his goal. Might need to learn how to play soccer.

Appearance: Classic Hair Color for his Mondered Hair, Heterochromia Eye Colors *One Green and One Pink*, A Orange Tie with a Star on, Green Spots on Back and Tail, Yellow Shell, Rainbow Bracelets on Wrist and Ankles, Orange Rings on shell, Horns and Spikes

Voice Actor: Tara Strong

Age:7

Height: 4.9

Weight: 172 ibs

Personality: A Trouble Maker, Silly, Convener, Talented, Determined and Energetic

Favorite Foods: Anything related to the carnival and ice cream

Family: (Parents) Morton Koopa Jr *Deceased* and Susan Koopa *Deceased or Vanished after their mother abandon them*, (Adopted Father) Bowser Koopa, (Step brother) Bowser Jr, (Biological Siblings) Roy, Morton Jr, Ludwig Von, Iggy, Larry and Wendy O

Allies: The Koopa Empire, Kremlings Army, King Boo and his army.

Enemies: The Mario Bros and Sis, Princess Peach, Wario Bros, Princess Daisy and Rosalina, Krunch Kremling, DK Clan, Mushroom Kingdom and Different Kingdoms

Likes: His Talents a Huge Success, Being at the Circus, Spending time with his older bro and Best Friend Iggy, Playing with Morton Koopa Jr, Larry and Bowser Jr

Dislikes: His Talents Sabotage and Ruined, Defeated, OutSmarted, Being a Disappointment, Seeing his older siblings depressed and upset.

#nintendo #super mario bros #supermariorebirthshow #koopalings #lemmy koopa

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ednaodfsw2024 · 3 months

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The Street Pavers by Umberto Boccioni

Module 3: Abstract Images

Umberto Boccioni, an Italian futurist artist and sculptor, created The Street Pavers in 1914, which offered a vibrant picture of the contemporary worker. The artist presented an oil canvas scene of backbreaking labor from an urban surrounding. The artist made the anonymous laborers indistinguishable with his creative use of surging color and rhythmic brushstrokes. Boccioni was a strong proponent of intuition, even though his work reflected the dynamism and social upheaval he saw around him. He strongly emphasized the machine's dynamism, speed, energy, power and vitality, change, and restlessness of contemporary existence. As a futurist, Umberto was displeased with Italy's deteriorating standing. This unpleasant motion led to a creative movement of a new global order in the early 20th century that would emerge from the "Machine Age." He believed that promoting speed and the working class would bring about change. Later, during World War I, while serving as a volunteer in the Italian army, Boccioni passed away at the age of thirty-three.

Boccioni used contour shapes to form lines and convey speed. He created methods for conveying motion and speed to produce an art of energy and vitality. The artist also employed brushstrokes that produced bold, irregular lines. He used lines to represent movement in many colors and directions. Although curved lines have a gentle, flowing appearance, tension and mobility appear via the diagonal lines. The artist's usage of horizontal and vertical lines, as well as right angles, was modest. The darker lines are the most prominent. Lines might be jagged, curved, or short. Short, straight lines give the impression of large quantities, like bent heads and working hands. The lines elevated the painting of scents, sounds, and commotions. Shapes control the lines with emotion by incorporating passion and continuity into the design.

Furthermore, the vibrant colors convey information about drive and motivation. The tones present are gloomy but dynamic, nonetheless. Certain hues on the canvas are a mixture of vivid impact and fading shades. Variable details and a lively ambiance use light and dark tones. It is impressive to see how different colors highlight the oil canvas. With the energy and movement, it aims to give a perspective of the surroundings. The picture's main subject is a figure who appears to be kneeling on the ground and facing the surface. The black circle attached to the white pastel with the pink and blue brushstrokes calls attention to the painting's central figure, a faceless figure that symbolizes the motion of laborers' hard work. This close-up of the individual doing the action shows how each figure harmoniously participates in the activity. An intense sensation of strength conveys a high degree of emphasis and intensity, represented by the saturation of several hues. The artist conveyed a feeling of flexibility, exceptional resilience, and long-lasting impression.

Overall, the oil painting has a sense of depth and brilliance. The picture depicted a two-dimensional surface with specific boundaries and a textured surface. The painting is smooth, with some distinct edges. The design, arranged on an uneven grid, comprises rhythmic pulses and a dramatic background of dark and light earth tones. The work of art gives the impression of depth and volume. The painting's space conveys asymmetry, density, crowdedness, and clutter. The painting's intense lighting highlights focus and pattern. For instance, the light seems to show the laborers' backs, emphasizing their posture of diligent work. The painter depicted the entire power in a visual area of awareness. It uses the image of people moving in unison to depict positive space.

I chose this painting because it conveys a sense of vibrancy and positive depth amidst catastrophic emotions from existing in an unsteady, chaotic, and uneven world. This painting demonstrates a regular, harmonious, and upbeat mental state. I work in an environment where disparate treatments exist. The immense significance of labor is sometimes overlooked or underappreciated in organizations. It is tough to avoid the disappointments and even setbacks one might experience. This painting conveys that good things come to those who roll up their sleeves and put in the effort. This painting denotes humility in the face of humiliation. It reminds me to keep my feet on the ground. Even though the world is unpredictable and uncertain, we exhibit a consistent, harmonious, and positive mental state and put great effort into achieving our goals.

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