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rain0tes · 3 months

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first of all, love the art <33 (keep up with the good work!! You are doing great!) ❤️❤️❤️

and may I make a request on how Hacker!Reader might react to Sir Pentious and Adam getting stabbed brutally by nifty?

no words can explain how much I love this

— 🦊 Anon

Hi 🦊 nonnie! It's so good to see you again! How was your day? Did you drink enough water? Also, your ask really made me stop and think for a while, haha. (I'm only gonna do Lucifer getting stabbed, tho. mb)

Warnings: angst (kinda), canon typical violence, mature language, character death

Part two to this alternate scenario.

Everyone was on edge after hearing the news of what happened while Charlie and Vaggie were in that meeting in heaven. After hearing about what will happen.

You all had one month.

Despite everyone else's resolve to stay and fight, you were hesitant. You had no real skills in fighting. Hell, you'd be more of a burden than help if you were out on the battlefield.

"So what if you weren't?"

Pentious, bless his soul, was the one to suggest it. Gesturing at the android of you that the two of you had made.

You start working on another droid right there and then, although this time with tougher steel and better articulation. Pentious helps you with the more rigorous parts of building the battledroid, having more experience actually building something (this man can weld and he's damn good at it).

It took a while to configure, and then a bit more to get used to controlling it, but by the end of the month, you're well ready.

The night before, everyone was gathered at the hotels lobby, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air as you tried to gather your thoughts despite the chatter.

"Don't go sulkin on us now, toots. Come on, enjoy yaself." Angeldust laughs, pushing a glass into your hands.

"You know I don't drink." You chuckle along, shaking your head no.

"Come on, just for tonight. You look like you're about to self-destruct, and the angels aren't even here yet."

"Fine." You relent, squinting your eyes at the glass before drinking it down as fast as you could. Much to your dismay, the bitter taste still lingers on your tongue.

"Blegh. It's bitter." Angeldust laughs loudly, and you laugh along.

The rest of the night is a blur.

By the early morning, everybody was already up making preparations. Last-minute recalibrations were in order to check if everything was functioning properly.

While everybody else waited for the battle outside, you remained inside, holographic screen in front of you showing you what the droid was seeing. Two specialised controllers in both your hands, reminding you of the times you used to play vr games.

This wasn't the time for that.

As the portal to heaven opened, the battle started.

Sometime in the middle of the fight, you hear something crash from above, and you take that as a sign to leave.

Just before you can make your exit, part of the rubble falls onto your leg. After a bit of struggle, you manage to get out, but now, with a limp to your step.

Charlie sees you hobbling out of the hotel in her peripheral.

"Are you alright?"

You nod, looking around at the mess and carnage.

The smell of blood is nauseating, but the adrenaline keeps you from emptying your stomach.

"Where's Pentious?"

Almost like she had just realised that he was gone, she looked around as well, then pointed upwards.

"There!"

You turn to follow her gaze, your heart dropping to your stomach when you see just what Pentious was up to.

Adam turns to the giant war blimp, vaporizing it in a blink of an eye.

There's a ringing in your ear, the world slowing down around you.

What?

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to process what happened, especially since you were in the middle of a life or death situation.

Fighting back your tears, you summon the droid to where you are just in time to block an angels attack.

When Lucifer joined the battle, you knew that you were saved. After a bit more destruction, all was fine and well.

The angels have retreated. You can finally relax, your body a bit battered, but that's something that can be fixed later.

A strangled yelp catches your attention, turning to look at Lucifer, blood pouring out of a new wound you're sure wasn't there earlier.

Nifty dangles on with a knife in her hands.

You move before you can realise it. Wires wrapping around the small sinner, throwing her off to the side as you scanned through Lucifers wounds.

"No, no, no. Not again." Your voice cracks as you cradle the king of hell close to you. You already lost a friend tonight, you're not going to lose another.

You look at the still bleeding wound. Placing a hand over it, you mutter an apology before using your electricity to cauterize the wound.

You purse your lips into a thin line, hands trembling as you check Lucifers pulse.

It's slow, but there.

You let out a big sigh of relief, a chuckle escaping your throat as tears freely flow down from your face. You can't tell if they're from happiness, grief, or both.

Vaggie pries Lucifer out of your trembling hands while Charlie places a hand on your back, trying to console your sobbing form.

(masterlist)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #gn reader #hazbin reader insert #alastor #angel dust #charlie morningstar #vaggie #sir pentious #lucifer x reader #🌧Rain0tes

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the-griffons-saddlebag · 1 year

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🧪 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Gorgon Potion Potion, rare ___ This potion contains trace amounts of gorgon blood. When you drink this potion, you're immune to being petrified for 1d4 hours. If you're already petrified, another creature can apply the potion to you and suspend the effect for 1d4 hours instead. In either case, for the duration of the potion's effects, your skin hardens into flexible metal plates; your AC can't be lower than 18. While under the effects of the potion, you can use an action to exhale a plume of green vapor from you in a 15-foot cone. When you do, the potion's effects on you end, and both you and any other creature within the area of the vapor must make a DC 13 Constitution saving throw. On a failed save, a creature begins to turn to stone and is restrained. The restrained creature must make another DC13 Constitution saving throw at the end of its next turn. On a success, the effect ends on the target. On a failure, the target is petrified for 1 minute. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

#illustration #digital art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d

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kalevalakryze · 2 months

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The Seeds We Sow

The fic + art collaboration Art completed by @mirandemia for the @ahsokaevents Wildflowers collab! Find it on AO3!

Sabine Wren + Ahsoka Tano The soil was warm under her hands; Freshly turned and clumpy where she uncovered it from the ashen tones of the earth. “Life finds a way.” Ahsoka had told her upon setting out on this task. The water source wasn’t too far away, a still pool with sediment floating in the murky water.

“We can get this cleaned up, can’t we Asha?” She called to the howler, snuffling through a patch of stubbornly prevailing grass nearby. She did not receive any response from the peculiar creature, though it was nice to have her to bounce ideas off of.

The Noti had given her the scraps from an older trawler, dragged each time they moved to limit waste, carrying broken vaporators, gears, and even old power packs to blasters that must have been acquired from Thrawn’s troopers. At least she didn’t need to lug it too much further than their current campsite to get it near the water supply. “Let’s see what we can do,” The Mandalorian talked aloud, boots crunching over the crumbling outer layer of the planet’s crust.

First, Sabine grabbed old pipes from blown cooling systems, using her hands to dig out four long rows in the dirt, exposing nutrient-rich soil to the sunlight above. “Bet you guys missed the sun just as much as I do,” She chuckled warmly to a squirming lifeform. “You kinda look like an exogorth. Can I call you Exo?” The pad of her thumb brushed along the sliminess of the creature's side, laughing warmly to herself when it squiggled away. “Alright, Exo. I’m sorry I gotta move you, but hey, you keep pests away from my seeds, and this can be a mutually beneficial arrangement, got it?”

The creature was set inside of a pile of upturned dirt, where it happily burrowed itself to be rid of the humanoid that dared interrupt its rest.

Building the irrigation system was nothing new to Sabine Wren; In fact, it was something she understood almost as well as mixing her explosive paints. Back when rebel holdouts needed crops, she was often the one counted on to help them get started, and it was always something that helped her feel useful.

A Mandalorian could destroy, and conquer, and a million other destructive things, but she was put in this Galaxy for more than that. She created, and saved, she strived every day for as long as she could remember to embrace her Mandalorian heritage, to be everything her ancestors could have wanted, and then some.

It was through her continued work every day that she honored the patron of her House, Tarre Vizsla, it was through her dedication to her people that honored her Clan and the lives they’d once lived, and it was her determination that honored the Rebellion she’d spent so long fighting for. Everything she did was for her family, and right now? That family was found in Ahsoka and the Noti.

Her purification system was simple in design, and it required the sacrifice of a power pack from her blaster to generate enough of a spark to keep the miniature solar array working. She could return with a new source for it one day, for when the sun grew dim and the gears needed to turn. For now, the blaster she’d painted in the blues of reliability and royalty was dismantled under a caring hand and slotted into the home of the system.

Clean water trickled slowly with a quiet whir of machinery, sucking the water through and filtering out sediment as it pushed along the rows of water she’d dug out. “Hey, we did it,” She called to Asha, now dozing lazily in her interesting patch of grass. “Thanks,” She laughed, bubbling like the carbonation in The Outlander Club’s specialty beverage, warmed by the lull of a punk tongue hanging lazily past yellowed canines.

With dampened soil, Sabine was able to meticulously lay each seed; They were from her Galaxy, so there was no telling if they would take to their new home, but she had hope, and she’d learned long ago just how far a little hope could stretch. Then, the compost that had been saved up was spread evenly over the rows, pressed in lightly to allow for the sprouts to push past without much resistance, though would not risk being washed away when the drought on this side of the planet would end at last.

“You’ve done well,” Ahsoka’s voice was warm; Lighter than she was used to, over the course of her previous apprenticeship, that is.

“Yeah? You think so?” The Mandalorian questioned genuinely from her spot knelt in the dirt, mud caked her armor and her flight suit, and streaks painted her face and dirtied her hair. The purple-haired woman turned her head to watch as Ahsoka dismounted her howler, allowing it to trundle to Asha’s lazy form. “I do,” The hand on her shoulder was warm. Sabine allowed the offered strength to rise from her knelt position. “Lunch is ready back at camp, you look like you could use it,” The jab was light, bouncing off her armor with a light chuckle.

“You’re tellin’ me… Think everything will be safe here?”

Ahsoka’s gaze turned to the horizon, searching. When she shook her head in the affirmative, Sabine’s shoulders relaxed. “Do you think they’re okay…” She questioned after a moment.

It didn’t take a genius to understand who she was asking after. “Shin will be alright, I’m sure of it. Baylan… worries me, he’s treading a dangerous path, one we will have to follow, sooner than later.”

As the Master and Apprentice rode their howlers the short distance back to camp, Sabine’s fingers threaded through the thick, dark wool of Asha’s neck. “Thanks,”

Ahsoka’s head bowed towards her. She could have kept the thoughts to herself, as she’d once had. But even Ahsoka Tano learned when it was time to truly be more than the people who’d trained you. Where Obi-Wan and Anakin may have kept themselves quiet, she was determined to break the cycle. Shin Hati

Communication with the bandits was slow. Truly, Shin had heard of droids learning and adapting better than this sorry lot. All she received from them were grunts, either of indignation, or approval, she could only tell after they’d begun moving, either to follow her orders or to blatantly ignore them.

The most recent act of ignorance from the clan found Shin stubbornly figuring out ways to feed them all. They’d seemed unbothered by the prospect that they could go hungry, as if they could pillage their way across Peridea; and maybe they could have, if not for the Jedi and Sabine protecting their favorite victims now. Shin knew better than to allow themselves to march into that camp, she knew what the Torguta and Mandalorian were capable of.

Chasing away the nomads that had settled in this desolate canyon had been simple, natural, even. The moment they saw a blood-orange blade on the horizon, and saw the sun glinting off the worn paint of her bandit’s heads, most were intelligent enough to turn tail. It had even stocked them up with enough supplies to last until… well… Until what, Shin wasn’t sure yet, but they’d be damned if they didn’t figure it out soon.

There was a water source nearby, old, rickety purifiers ran as they refilled the jugs as fast as her men could deplete them. They also noticed a raised bed of soil, something she didn’t see often in the wastes like this. There were no seeds nearby, though she could see plants sprouting from a host nearby.

Eyes as dreary as their landscape peered around the supplies that had been left. This was new, but they had always been a resourceful student. If taking lives was so natural, then surely they would be able to sustain it, especially in the most non-sentient way life existed.

The soil had been freshly turned, Shin learned as their fingers delved into the raised garden bed. The travelers had been planning on making this place their home for the season as well. No matter, it was Shin’s people who were victorious in the end, and they would reap the profits of prior labors… and Shin’s own.

Dirt spilled into the many tears in their gloves, worn from the months of use and with no true materials to repair them. The pebbles were harsh, though their skin was learning to grow harsher. Eventually, the tanned gorraslug material was set aside, resting precariously on a wooden support, allowing them to dig deeper, pushing grime up under their fingernails as they worked to bury the remains of the food supply.

Plasto pails sat near the purifiers, and it was just Shin’s luck that the first pail they filled with water would crack under the unforgiving weight as it was filled to the brim. “Karabast!” They growled at the remains of the bucket, water soaking their boots and turning the ground at their feet into sloshing mud.

The Force, a fickle ally, refused to answer their call in their growing frustrations; Even as they attempted to channel their annoyance into the pressure of water, thin plasto, and the space they wanted to create between it and the ground.

Huffing and puffing, Shin found themselves resorting to other means; A spear was sent between the weak metal handles of the pail, allowing her the leverage to lift it, keeping it balanced on her shoulder with minimal spillage as she lugged it to the beds, cursing the whole way.

By the time each sprout had a home in the dirt, Shin’s hands, tunic, and face were streaked with mud, sweat cutting tracks through the grime as they sat back against a boulder to admire their work. A bandit passed by them, Shin watched with narrowed eyes as they paused at her work.

No words were spoken between them as they turned back to look at the filthy blonde, though Shin had felt the understanding in the nod of their head. A dented canteen was removed from their hip and passed nonchalantly to her on their way back to sorting through their treasures of the raid.

The sinking of the sun was met with a wet nose sniffling at long-dry boots, a dirty white howler in search of food. With her fingers carding through the soft fur at its neck, Shin rose at last, acquiescent to find the poor beast something to eat, and with a rumbling of her own stomach, something for herself as well.

Ezra Bridger Krownest had always been cold, but if there was anything Ezra Bridger had learned in his short experiences with Clan Wren, it was the planet's unique ability to nurture all kinds of life.

This was why, as the Ghost touched down on a desolate surface, and no gruff voices came over their comms to demand clearance, Ezra felt the loss of those unique lives as distinctly as he had. The Jedi paused in the entryway, boot hovering just over the ramp. “Ezra?” Hera called, a gloved hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

A deep breath and a warm smile recentered him as he used the familiar touch on his shoulder to ground himself. “I’m alright… It’s just hard not to notice…”

Hera’s head dipped in understanding; She hadn’t made the venture yet, had been waiting on Sabine’s word to visit with the heir, the day had never come, until Ezra voiced his desire to do something for her family. “We’ll be right here with you,” She promised, glancing away from Ezra to peek down at Jacen, bundled up and standing by her side, with Chopper rolling just behind them once they began walking.

The Wren stronghold was dark and untouched, mountains of snow coated the roof, while dangerous icicles hung dangerously along the large transparisteel windows. “Do you think it’ll grow here?” Jacen asked as the toe of his boot caught on a patch of slippery ice. .

“Yeah, ‘course,” Ezra mused out loud as he knelt near one of the windows. Peering through the dust, he could see the inside of the throne room, dark and desolate, with cobwebs hanging across each surface. The light that managed to cut through the grime still found a way to cast across the painting of the Matriarch of Clan Wren, lighting yellow and grey armor up in an effect that made them glow gold and silver.

“Do you remember how it went?” Ezra questioned, unblinking from his sight against the glass, catching the barest reflection of his own eyes back at him.

“Never did manage Mando’a,” Hera admitted, lowering herself into the snow beside him, allowing Jacen to tuck himself against her once more as she settled. He’d known Ursa, though Hera doubted he would have much memories of them, not with the separate wars they found themselves fighting as Sabine focused on finding Ezra.

“Basic should be fine… It’s the memory that counts, right?” He tried to keep his tone light, tried to keep the calmness steady, though the emptiness seemed to echo the way his words caught around the tightness in his throat. Addam’s apple bobbing, he nodded his head towards the snow, beginning the process of clearing away the piles to the frozen earth underneath.

They did not have every name of every warrior lost, and Ezra found himself regretting this, too naive and headstrong, too worried about the fight than the lives of the people he’d fought beside. He would return, when the seasons changed, when Sabine came out. She could tell them their names, and they would plant flowers for them as well, as a family again.

The ground was frozen and solid, though after a while of digging and chipping away, he’d been successful in clearing three small holes. “Vormur can grow through anything,” He assured himself as he retrieved a small duracrete container, filled to the brim with dirt from Lothal, soft enough to cover the tops and hopefully prevent them from freezing over. “They’re Mandalorian, you know” A foreboding gaze was sent to the portain through the windows before he dropped a seed in each hole. Hera stayed silent, for him, for Sabine and Ahsoka, and for Clan Wren itself.

“Jace, you wanna cover this up, for aunt ‘bine?” He offered, leaning back as he cleared his throat, hiding a sniffle as he wiped the rough nylon material of his sleeve under his nose. Small knees shuffled through the dirt as the boy inched closer, mittens sweeping through the uncovered dirt to start brushing it to the small array of flowers. “These smell really nice,” He commented as he worked, taking a big sniff as the dirt began to settle. “Aunt Sabine will really like this when she comes back-” The young Force-Sensitive boy paused then, fingers curling in his mittens as his brows drew together. “If she ever comes back…. Here, i mean.” He was quick to correct; No one aired their thoughts about the possibility of Sabine and Ahsoka’s return, not when Ezra himself had been gone so long.

“Well, when she hears about all our hard work… I’m sure she will,” Hera’s hand brushed over Jacen’s head, pulling the wool hat on his head askew. Final preparations were made to keep the flowers healthy and strong from the climate. Just as the sun began to crest the mountains, pink and golden light splashing across the grey landscape of the frozen lake. Before they could leave, the Rebels settled back in one last time, peering through dust covered windows at the haunting silhouette of the Countess of Krownest one last time. “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, Clan Wren.” Their Mando’a was rough and heavily accented, but the words seemed to release some of the weight on their shoulders, allowing them to return to their new war with a lighter conscience.

#cc24wildflowers #Pathfinders #star wars #shin hati #sabine wren #ahsoka #ahsoka series #ezra bridger #Clan Wren #Hera Syndulla #Jacen Syndulla #star wars rebels #fanfiction

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pilferingapples · 6 months

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7, 22, 24 Feuilly for the character ask!!

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I like that we're about 9000 percent more likely to give him dialogue than Hugo..... >< He's not even one of the Top Three Most Popular Amis in Fanwork or anything but WE REMEMBER HIM<3 And generally try to put him in group scenes and all as much as we can, if we're making those! --also also one perk of modern shift work vs canon era is that it's very VERY easy to justify Feuilly having more Off time overlapping with the other Amis and I have ZERO issues with people using that to include him in the hijinks. Put that political nerd in some Situations!!

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

...I like it when he gets nice things he wants I am a simple creature who likes fluff and fix its but I also like it a lot when he's centrally involved in activism and planning and gets to go on long rants about politics (thought I suppose for Feuilly that is also Nice Things He Wants )! I love his canon tendency to talk about his One Niche Interest, which happens to be EVERYONE IN THE WORLD <3<3<3 and I like when that gets fanwork time (although I VERY MUCH get that it's hard to do! how do you draw "intense interest in global politics and solidarity across national lines" ? it's a lot harder to compose than a handholding scene! XD) For the other part of this...ok I don't exactly dislike it but I do think it's very funny when people decide that since he's a Worker he must be a big muscledy jock laborer. He's a fan painter. Graphic Design is His Passion. His only workplace injuries are carpal tunnel and headaches from paint vapors and eyestrain from going over the same dozen damn seasonal motifs for twelve hours at a time XD Sorry to all the art idealizing men of the Working Classes as Big Buff Hulks, Feuilly is a little glass cannon with puny wizard arms and a migraine (I love him) .

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

..man that is HARD. There are not a lot of characters like Feuilly! Even heroic characters! Especially when so many heroic characters spend huge chunks of their story going " oooohhhh nooooo pleeeaaase don't tell me I have to use my cool powers to do awesome things, I'm just a little birthday boy" and Feuilly's whole thing is I WILL SAVE THE WORLD ARMED WITH BASIC LITERACY AND SOME DAMN COMPASSION

I...y' know what? Captain Kirk. Original flavor, poetry-quoting Stack of Books With Legs James T. " Let Me Help" Kirk. And I wish I could think of more characters like this because I love them, but well, here we are.

#thank you!#sorry these are taking forever #but I'm very much enjoying them #askbox games #Feuilly talk

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thequeenofthewinter · 8 months

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Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Just because I am not writing long fic doesn’t mean I am not working on projects. Below you'll find my first ever WIP Wednesday art project, and after that have a little snippet of a ghost story prompt I am working on. (It's fresh out of the brain cells, so it may be slightly rough.)

Tagging: @mareenavee @oblivions-dawn @tallmatcha @changelingsandothernonsense @throughtrialbyfire @rainpebble3 @snowberry-crostata @paraparadigm @ladytanithia @wildhexe @dirty-bosmer @your-talos-is-problematic @umbracirrus @gilgamish @orfeoarte @skyrim-forever

Blue Dahlia

Untitled as of yet...

In the misty marshes of lowland Hjaamarch many stories are told—ones of strange magic and others of inexplicable mischief. However, as of late, many more are told of a much more insidious and unsettling nature. Chilling anecdotes have reemerged—ones which grandparents had passed from their grandparents before them in whispers of the wind long thought forgotten.

It is here. They are coming.

At first they had all thought them to be old wives’ tales, stories which were told to small children to scare them into not coming home so late from playing in the marshes. Harmless. Safe. A good bit of fun to scare annoying younger brothers and sisters. But then, it started happening: the disappearances, the strange noises, and finally, the reappearances. Children which had been lost out on the marshes suddenly came back—or at least a part of them.

Everyone had ignored it as best they could at first, passing off the peculiar behavior as a phase or some innocent game that they were playing. However, over the days and weeks to come, the noises quickly became too loud to ignore and soon, Hjaalmarch was plunged into the darkest of nightmares—a twisted, corrupted quagmire of Vaermina’s greatest masterpiece. Only it was not her.

No one and nothing—not Aedra, Daedra, nor anything from this plane to the next could save them from what was to come, as scarlet mushrooms cropped up out of nowhere and chilling vapors left behind the scent of deathbell and nightshade in every room. Only one common factor connected it all together: the children who had been whisked away for three days and three nights.

When any of the children were asked about where they were or what had happened to them, it was the only time they were oddly silent, almost catatonic as they looked with blank eyes and vacant stares upon their parents, caretakers, and eventually the Jarl herself.

“Jarl Idgrod, what are we to do?”

“Could you have not foreseen what was to come?”

“What is happening to our village?”

Questions but no answers appeared as more and more citizens brought their children to the longhouse. And here she had thought vampires were the peak of her problems.

#Skyrim fanfiction #dahlia #winter does art?#wip wednesday #winter writes

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s0up1ta · 4 months

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OKAY FJRST. THE LITTLE DETAILS FROM THEIR CANON DESIGNS/YOUR PERSONAL DESIGNS BECAUSE THEY ARE CANON TO ME TO THE AU

not to be the chip guy but of course he comes first. chibos little beanie instead of the captains hat is SUCH a great touch !! the fact he still has his necklace and his long coat in a different more cover-up-slut approach makes me insaneeeee god he's so. Just like me frfr. you just drew me but if i had long hair and more bastard swagger that's so coolio bro what the freaksauce... ALSO keeping his belt and piercings make me to happy forever and ever but swagever ! Im normal ^_^ WAITTT also the "coverupslut" tits thing is really funny to me obviously he couldn't be walking around like that in the Real World because it's lame and doesn't support his transgender swagger but I really love how you kept his midriff and the teensiest tiniest little bit of a happy trail because he fucking WOULD wouldn't he. he WOULD fucking look like that. and !! speaking of speaking of that his black crop top thing works really well with both his style and his style of dancing which I think is so awesome sauce broski AND THE BLACK NAILS. THATS IMPORTANT can i get you to make something canon for me from one guy to another you're such a good friend and this isn't me buttering you up at all but on a totally separate note did you know you're hot and cool and all your art is amazing and you're talented and smart. could you make it so jay was the one to paint his nails and he complained forever and ever about it he wad so annoyed but he only complained more when the paint started chipping and he forced her to fix it. staring at you with autism eyes Btw

gillion design is so real forever and ever and I'm totally okay about it bro trust. absolutely LOVE the fact he kept his necklace too but instead it's framed as a gift from pretzel and made as a Kandi necklace :〕 it's so sick ANDDD THE WAY HE DRESSES !!! his baggy black tank-top and belt with the pants bro you Get It he fucking. Would look like that humanized wouldn't he. the bracelets and the also black nails (that. And Again, looking at you with begging and pleading autism eyes. jay probably had to act like she was just SO down to do and felt like it for funsies so she could teach pretzel when in reality chibo just begged her because he's a little bitch and really wanted to bond with gillion because he's an idiot and couldn't think of a better way. Also his paint was chipping and he was mildly annoyed) AND !! THE HAIRRRRR holy shit my friend tumblr user and mutual soup s0up1ta im losing my actual goddamn ever-loving mind over the way you drew his dyed hair it's so fucking pretty dude THE COLORRRRSSSSSS THE COLORS IM BEING POSSESED AND TAKEN AWAY. THE VIBRANCY SNATCHED MY SOUL AND GOT ME VAPORIZED LIKE IT WAS DAYBRINGER SOLOMON SAVE THE WORLD AND SUCK EACH OTHER VAMP4VAMP STYLE MY FINAL MESSAGE

Oh my god. And pretzel. soup im losing my fucking MINDDDDD over pretzel i know when you showed me the (theses aren't posted yet. i get to be in the Cool Exclusive Friend Club for. Asecond >:DDD) drawings of her with the biker helmet i lost my shit then but I need to lose it again. i lose that very frequently. The little patches in her jeans and clips in her messy hair and home-made bracelets covering every part of her body that they can and her big fluffy skirts that mimic her frogtopus arms that spread out and her overalls QND THAT ONE DRAWING. WHERE AHE IS PAINTING GILLIONS EYELINER ON IM. SOUP IM SHAKING YOU IM LOSING OT and also. Of course she would like bluey <3

Now onto the actual writing for just a second because I need to ramble on how well you fucking Captured the way it was written so perfectly because like. Holy fuck dude

Tigers being paired with you Definitely is the best possible outcome because you have created something for me to be Insane about. I could picture everything so vividly and i heard that one line where it was him going "I want you. I want you baby" and i just completely saw your drawing of them arms linked and extended and I lost my MINDD soup. spinning in circles and shimmying like a deep sea isopod ruffling up dirt on the seafloor look at me in my dead ass eye holes because i cannot express enough how much I love that. everything in this fic was pictured entirely in your style and I'm so fucking normal about that I promise. i LOVE seeing the little details you move from both cannon jrwi and your designs into the way they're drawing because, and I cannot stress this enough that this is a good thing, they all look like Them. normally with au's it's them slightly off or that's Them just in a different outfit but NOOO dude you got it so perfect. yeah that IS what they would look like that IS how they would dress and act and look and fucking DANCE bro 🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

and finally just wanted to say the writing is sosososo good forever and ever but that's exactly what I would expect from Tigers101 the fnc guy and chip kisser themself alright not surprised in the least. and with the art being as amazing at going with it not nearly surprised it's sof uckign awesome seeing you grow and get more talented as an artist because DUDE !!!!!! HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE GROWNNNN its so awesome man

anyway leave you with this image

because i saw the part where chibo blushed and I pictured him in your style and i nearly whisper-screamed faggot out loud before catching myself because I'm tired <3 thank you for being you and so rad and sweet forever and ever and making the sick ass cool ass shit that you do im sohyped and so happy everytime I get. A message or a tag from you because I KNOWWWWW it means I get something to feast apon and i love it so much. already said it once but it's so nice i say it twice suck each other vamp4vamp style and save da world. my final message

I AM FRAMING THIS AND HANGING IT ON MY WALL FOREVER THANK YOU SO MUCH DUDE AUDHJSJSJDKFBJS 😭😭💕💕💕

#designing them all was SO fun bro im really happy i was able to translate them well into a modern au :)#genuinely had a blast with the outfits and accessories and ESPECIALLY designing a human gill and pretzel #like keeping some of gill's features i got going on in my design like his nose and hair and the tattoos being the skin markings #AND PRETZEL AUFHHS #i wanted her hair to be like the tentacles and to translate that unhinged 8 year old energy (i would know- i have a sister who's nine)#like the first thing i thought of was ponyo and i ran with that #and the jewlery jehdjejrhjrhf the beaded bracelets and necklaces pretzel and gill wear #and chip's little axe earring being a little more subtle but There #also incredibly small detail but he's got a mole where his scar is in his canon design so thats neat #but YEAH working on this has been such a blast and you can SEE how much ive grown just in the span of the months this has been going on for #like the one with gill putting his hair up is one of the first ones i drew and the one with them dancing is the most recent one #im so happy with how this has turned out and very excited for you guys to see the upcoming chapters because WE'RE NOT DONE YET BOYS >:)))#genuinely such a cool thing ive been able to work on dude im really happy people like it :)#s0up1talks

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Hello! If you're still accepting dice recommendations I would love some recs for my dnd character. She is lovingly called Wolfie, a 7'3 firbolg werewolf barbarian, femme fashion, dating a rockstar vampire girl. Very much "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you"

I saved you for last today because I really love the art of her Wolf form. So stocky? So solid? Just a CHONK of wolf??? Very good.

Chessex Luminary Borealis Smoke 7pcs ($11): Translucent Base with Shimmery Black vapor swirls. Comes with Glow in the Dark speckling as well and Silver ink.

Fan Roll unicorn Dice Atral Swell 7pc ($15): Clear base with Teal and Red shimmery Vapor swirls and Gold ink.

Fennek $ Finch Liquid Fire 7pcs ($45): Orange and Red layered around a White shimmery Liquid Core with Black Ink.

Fennek $ Finch Black and White Stripe 7pcs ($24): Opaque Matte finished Black and White striped dice with Copper ink.

Beholder's Gaze Genevieve 8pcs ($20): Clear dice with metallic/shimmery Pink and Iridescent foils and glitters and Gold ink.

Die Hard Dice Arcan Reactor 7pcs ($16): Opque Red and Orange faux Metallic effect Polymer dice with Yellow Ink (way too cool to describe just click lol)

I kinda stuck waaaaaaaaaaay to a theme here but I couldn't get the color contrasts out of my head, I hope you like some of these hun!

#wolfie dice recommendations #dice recommendations #asl #there's a link #awesome dice links are sponsored

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BATTLE STANCE EVOLUTION: Part 1

I'm calling this "Part 1" because I plan on covering the other characters eventually in discussion, but just keep in mind Tumblr limits 10 images per blog post, so that's the main reason I'm doing this.

Sol Badguy: Initially he gripped the Fireseal with a reverse grip in a laid-back and lazy pose and mostly let his fists and feet do the fighting, but as time went on he built the large heavy blade weapon known as OutRage Mk. 2… we already know how large it gets when completely transformed, but by itself Sol likes to use a white tassel to help throw its heavy weight around. It's actually better at smashing things than simply cutting. In times past, Sol used a Concrete Slab, an Emergency-use Axe, and a Cogblade sword. Sol has also been known to dual wield weapons on rare occasion.

Ky Kiske: Ky's Hand and a Half stance once embodied the nobility of the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, and he even maintained that stance when wielding the massive ornamental blade Aquila (proof that he can wield heavy swords even with one hand)… Later, when the Thundersealed Sword regenerated itself from saving Dizzy, Ky adopted a more relaxed side-stance, but this relaxed stance hides just how flexible he really is in combat as he can cut down a person's ankles in an instant with Stun Dipper. In addition, motion he makes for Vapor Thrust now has two different motions… the Heavy version gains more height and Ky uses more force to launch his opponents. Ky has also alternated from several different leg-based attacks from Needle Spike (An overhead axe-kick in to a slash of his sword), Crescent Slash (a reverse flip in to an upward Slash), Greed Sever (his famous "Emerald Sword"), and finally Foudre Arc which uses the same arcing motion the original Needle Spike had, but can be enhanced during "Shock State". Else, Ky has far too many moves to really list here, to say how versatile he really is… most notable being Zerofied Chain, which is a magic spell that Ky can use to maneuver around his opponent much like Baiken's Kabari "Fishing Fly" technique.

Zato=ONE: Zato's original "back-facing stance" is based on Flamenco Dancers in Spanish tradition, allowing him to stomp and clap easily (which is how he currently trained Eddie to change actions mid-motion as a kind of Attack-Cancel). His current modern stance favors his dominant foot and the motions of his arms (which are used to form many of the shadow attacks he uses, similar to a genuine Shadow Puppet Show).

Millia Rage: Her initial stance put emphasis on her physical speed and flexibility, allowing her hips to sway in motion with the flicks of her hair. But as Angra grew in size and power, Millia has had to adjust her stance to accommodate the weight of her hair as a weapon. Now she can use the weight of her hair's attacks to propel her own body mid-motion for kicks and quick movements like Mirazh (her evolved form of the Zenten forward roll she once used). Most notable of her arsenal is the changes made to her multi-hitting Lust Shaker attack. Originally they were light flicks of attacks from the top of her head towards her opponent as a kind of anti-air move, but eventually she started using the move horizontally and leaned sideways in order to use her hair's power more effectively… they created a "Rose Crest" effect on Lust Shaker (in the GGX days as the Drafting Arts depicted it)… she would of course later develop Chroming Rose as a result of this and Longinus (a follow-up to Lust Shaker), but now the attack is effective enough to be used behind her hips without much effort compared to before (in early XX depictions though, it acted as protective Ivy around her body, like a hedge of thorns).

Chipp Zanuff: Chipp has grown a lot as a Ninja to say the least… early on, he would hold his hand and leading foot outwards and shift from front to back, later, he would sometimes wag his hand in a relaxed motion as if that was his natural battle stance… but since Strive's events, he has mastered Tsuyoshi's teachings and keeps a much tighter stance with his hands and fingers for use in various Jutsu techniques. Furthermore, it can be said that his Banki Messai has changed a lot as well… as Chipp can now use Shadow Clones to attack alongside himself, instead of merely using his natural agility. He's also improved his skill in Stealth and Illusions as well.

May: Early on, May's battle stance was very simple as she would sway in accordance with the shifts in weight of her anchor, but now that she has a custom-made Anchor to match her skill with Water Magic, her stance has become less erratic so that she can use the full power of her strength and the Anchor's weight at a moment's notice… growing taller has also changed how she holds her weapon as well since she's not so tiny anymore compared to the massive Anchor's size.

Axl Low: Axl's semi-crouching stance is pretty famous in terms of how he traditionally wields his Kusari-gama, the reason being that this is the usual stance he has when throwing out consecutive Rensengeki chain attacks. Throwing the chain along the ground is how he establishes his offense and "controls the stage". Most likely the reason behind such a low stance has to do with how much effort is needed in throwing his heavy chains around, to put his whole back muscles in to the force of the attack. Axl's more modern "standing stance" is much more relaxed and reveals (believe it or not) that Axl has gotten much stronger since he started using the style: the reason he can stand up normally and still wield his chain scythes is because it takes a lot LESS effort to throw his chains now that he has more muscle power in his arms and legs to throw the weapon around. He also likes to "tap" his front-most foot in time with the sway of the chains he wields, meaning his battle stance has a rhythm to it, even if that's not immediately apparent.

Potemkin: Potemkin's old fighting stance had him rock back and forth while favoring to grip with his dominant hand: it would open and close as if readying him to grab his opponent at a moment's notice… Similar to some ways gorillas use their knuckles and forearms to propel themselves forwards, Potemkin also utilizes the size of his hands to propel himself rather than his much smaller feet and legs. He still walks normally of course, but because of how small his legs are in proportion to his arms, he's always been slow at getting around. He can still kick and stomp with a great deal of force though, make no mistake! As of Strive, Potemkin favors a stance that is more accurate to MMA-style grappling and wrestling… both hands are open and ready to pin the opponent down at any time. While Potemkin puts less emphasis on his destructive Mega Fists (Or Gigantic Piston/Magnum Opera) these days, his Potemkin Buster is still an unchanged force to be reckoned with. It's just too bad we don't get to see his stern face under all that Armor as much anymore!

Faust: Even back in the old days, Faust was something of an odd fighter, but he gets his habits from a certain warrior named TamTam of Samurai Shodown fame! He would rock up and down on the haunches of his feet and occasionally skitter backwards to maintain dominance with the range of his massive Margarita Scalpel. While his old style put more emphasis on direct hack and slash attacks, Faust would often use the natural range of his limbs and the length of his fingers to take advantage of his opponents… you do NOT want to get Slapped by Faust during his massive IKINARI OISSU Hand Slap… it stings worse than a Harisen Fan! As of Strive, Faust has "put on" the SERIOUS Surgery gloves and his massive height is on full display, even taking advantage of his unnatural flexibility and "other" bizarre powers to get the drop on anyone who would DARE stop a Doctor from fulfilling their sacred duties! More famous among his kit of moves was his "Pogo Stance" which could produce the "Doctor Copter!" using his long legs to fly in the air!

Baiken: She was the HIDDEN FIGHTER among this roster of misfits, but has since evolved from less of a Yankee Delinquent with a Katana and more of an actual powerhouse Samurai Warrior! It's worth noting that many of her animations and attacks were "unfinished" according to many sources, and even in the GGXX days, her animations hadn't been fully fleshed out as well as they should have been. It wasn't until Xrd Revelator that Baiken got a proper kit of walking and running animations… still, looking at the comparison here, you can tell that the sprite-work for GGX's version of Baiken still had to rely on the original GG1 sprites as a base, so just the fact they managed to get so far with producing Baiken as a character means there was a LOT of talent behind her creation. Based on the animations of her stance though… originally Baiken gripped her sword with her remaining hand though it's unclear how the sword was tied to her belt at the time (they didn't think to draw a proper belt for her sword!) Nowadays her stance puts emphasis on her open palm: which she uses for grab counters, Ki attacks, and even her BAKU Seals which can debilitate anyone who gets hit by them. Of course, she DOES Draw her sword, but she uses a quick draw method along with a tassel which she uses to hold the scabbard in addition to using her teeth to hold the sword before a full draw. Her multi-use Prosthetics have ranged from a pinwheel blade, a dragon cannon, a rope with a hook, and a kind of bell clasp which is what she uses in her modern style of managing her opponent's movements with Kabari (her "Fishing Fly"… the original name of Kabari was "Kamaitachi" as in a Wind Demon which is known to trip up those unawares…). Also, fun-fact... Baiken's Slot 1 Color in Guilty Gear Strive is based on the original color of Baiken's hair from GG1 which is a more natural hair color compared to the Cherry Blossom Pink color that Baiken is more known for.

Welp, that's it for now... I might cover other characters later... but I'm filing this article under the Movelist Evolution and Battle Stance Evolution tags, in case you were wondering where to find it again!

#Movelist Evolution #Battle Stance Evolution #Time Capsule

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Posting my current list of things i wanna draw cause honestly, id much rather see someone elses take on a lot of them.

Most of these are labeled under "degenerate art ideas" so take from that what you will.

Please feel free to use any one of these.

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- The Kiss from fallout. If you know you know. Bane and bhaal with a dead durge and gortash.

-Comic: Astarion in trouble and drizzt comes out of nowhere all heroic and saves him and hes all doe eyed n shit.

-Halsin and mr meadhoney. "Do you have a particular fondness for large and...heavily armed men, mr. Meadhoney?"

-Lucretious the necromancer and astarion dancing the tango together with the skellies in the back playing music."The dead are always such superb dancers."

-Comic: Lucretious topping astarion, bent over the stages edge. "What if we put you in my show darling. Im sure we could find something for a star like you...something youd love as much as the crowd."

"Youd make a spectacle of me?"

"In front of THOUSANDS who come just to see the most perfect beauty in all of the planes."

"Oh yes i quite like the thought of that."

-Comic: "Orin: you suck up the tyrants vapors like a babe sucks milk."

"Durge: tch fuckin yeah i do."

"Astarion: D:<!!?"

"Orin: *quinten terantino scowl that she does*"

-Vellioth as the "i yearn for the urn" tiktok

- astarion amputee doodles (thank you godey for that idea)

-3 musketeers quote "i love that in a man." "What. Passion?" "Violence" but ghoap or durge. Maybe make a version of both?

-when (doodly dude) hit me real hard that one night and my jaw rattled in my skull all nasty, but make it durgestarion hehehehehehe

-Astarion licking blood from durge in one of the pools of blood (idea from mignon scene)

-Durgetash comic of demon slayer masochism abridged thing with the lady man demon

- bg3 crew bein a bunch of rly cute parrots doin dumb cute things.

-same idea but theyre all shoebill storks.

-comic: "Mighty sanctum" bit, then durge pulls astarion into his lap and kisses him. "Fairly certain you would castrate me if i tried to fuck you right here like i want...im still not sure if thats a deterrent or temptation" but ya know...better written.

"bloody degenerate...unhand me."

"Let go of my neck then."

"No"

"Well then...")

-Mungojerrie from cats and astarion both comolimenting each others pearls and casually holding something they swiped from the other. Riumpleteaser and durge are snickering and sharing a look, while RT has swiped something of durges, durge is pulling out his/her dagger

- Durge/Tav painting astarion in gold, and feeding him blood in a hedonism date night. he thinks the gold paint is just for tav. But he keeps saying "i just want you to see yourself as i see you." And stuch things.

He leads him to a giant ass mirror and lo and behold, there he is. In the flesh. The colors arent there of course. Hes looks like a statue, but its still...its more than the statue, its more than a portrait.

-Lyrical comic of durgetash ritual by ghost

-comic: Astarion is walking with the gang. He looks up to see something and narrows his eyes. He suddenly bursts into bats, flies up onto the space he was trying to peer at and reappears in a panic. Somethin like....

"I was eight bats...how...fuck...gods how am i supposed to even process that!?

Astarion are you alri

"I WAS IN EIGHT FUCKING PLACES AT ONCE TAV I AM NOT ALRIGHT"

-comic- Volothamp talking to tav about a rat exodus from "a mysterious "red castle" " where their bretheren kept going missing. So they gave up the territory and moved to a "red cave" just beneath it, where blood flows even more freely.

Astsrion recognizes the palace, and remembers a time where rats were in such short supply that cazador had simply switched to insects for a while. Well with astarion he had, the rest had been treated to cats and dogs, in order to lessen the threat against the local rat population. Durge in the meantime, has an odd memory about commanding rats to find reconnisance if they wish to find safety with (fuzzy writing that doesnt quite translate to words)

-Astarions ascension but its happy with evil hugs.

-Durge reacting to the gnoll birth holy hells that was funny.

-Durge eviscerating astarion while he arches off the ground as if in ecstacy rather than pain. Theyre both laughing in wild, crying hysterics and theres those timasks spores everywhere.

-Comic: A -Astarion in the mirror frowning and looking distressed, even a little pissed in a mini panel, as he pinches a small amount of belly fat. Hes a very healthy weight but like 200 years o trauma dawg. Next pannel he looks thoughtful (considering that hes never had enough to eat before to warrant gaining rather than steadily losing weight), third panel he looks up in a catlike manner and fingertip taps his stomach near his hip. Very silly smug cat face meme feels here

-Chaste kiss canon durgestarion/tash vs nasty canon durgestarion/tash

-Comic of vellioth uncovering mummystarion from crypt.

-Comic of astarion fucking posessed n bound durge in the shar library.

-An archer in general doing leg archery. Maybe two goofballs doin it at each other with silly faces. I can see any combo of minsc and lazel and astarion doing this weirdly enough.

-spit/ blood exchange between s/a astarions.

-That moment when astarion is blissed out in the sauce under durge in the grove. Maybe a pov where theres drops of blood mid fall, and theres two hands smearing it all over his chest.

-A astarion sitting on bhaals altar while durge and gortash dogfight.

-Gortash with his hand inside a lasceration in durges belly, squeezing himself off all slowlike inside durge. bloody handprints everywhere, though some have turned to black sooted handprints. Theyre kissing all disgustin

-Slayer and a predator Shilouetted gwtw style

-Astarion getting railed by a Predator.

-Lazel getting railed by a Predator.

-Honestly just put everyone in every fandom with a predator at some point like fu c ks sake

-Comic of the superimposed cazador murder/thunderstorm blood frenzy xex scene from that one fic i never finished

-The king E x Ragnar bath scene but nasty. (Also durgetash?)

-Astarion with floorlength hair and dripping with pearls, looking a little emaciated, or perhaps just extra slender themes to the art

Two smaller panels where vellioth h it away and carefully styles it while figaros corpse lays in the corner. Vellioth should look younger but less pretty.

-Durge slips his hands into astarions back pockets (in this comic he has invented ass pockets) "butt"

He goes "no, butt." And walks away. Durge looks down at his hands that are still right there where his butt was. And he squeezes the air with a smile

#thats alotta brainrot #astarion #durgetash #enver gortash #tavstarion #durgestarion #art #art ideas #blorbo #plot bunny #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year

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Yānguĭ

[Surprisingly, there's not a lot of good art of smoke monsters out there. The name "yānguĭ" is Google-translate-Chinese for "smoke ghost", as I was unable to find a specific name for this creature. This is derived from the memoirs of Ji Yun, a bureaucrat in Qing Dynasty China who recorded his various encounters with and stories he heard about the supernatural. Ji Yun recommended that the yin energy of the undead be countered with yang energy, so he sent brave soldiers with guns and explosives to fire them off while shouting in order to clear away the evil clouds. Hence, the vulnerability to fire I gave my version.]

Yānguĭ CR 8 CE Undead (incorporeal) This rolling cloud of smoke takes on shapes disturbingly reminiscent of hands and skull-like faces.

The yānguĭ are spirits of rebellion, created when an army of rebels is slaughtered on cursed land. No matter the original cause or the righteousness of the mortals that go into its creation, a yānguĭ is a depraved and destructive entity that seeks to overturn all forms of social order. Those who encounter a yānguĭ are forced to behave strangely by its maddening vapors, and its touch leaves psychic scars. Unlike many other incorporeal undead, a yānguĭ cannot create spawn directly. Instead, it delights in causing permanent madnesses in the victims it leaves alive.

Being an undead creature, a yānguĭ has no place in a natural ecosystem. They do occasionally lash out at animals and other nonsapient creatures, leaving their minds addled and draving them towards greater violence. Fortunately, they are vulnerable to fire—its energy can disrupt their necrotic existence. Even torches can be used to injure a yānguĭ (although greater firepower than that is likely to be necessary to kill one of them). Each yānguĭ arises from multiple deaths simultaneously—a unit may produce a single yānguĭ, whereas the destruction of a whole army may produce dozens of these monsters.

Yānguĭ CR 8 XP 4,800 CE Large undead (incorporeal) Init +4; Senses darkvision 60 ft., lifesense 30 ft., Perception +18 Aura maddening vapors (10 ft., Will DC 20) Defense AC 19, touch 19, flat-footed 14 (-1 size, +4 Dex, +1 dodge, +5 deflection) hp 104 (11d8+55) Fort +8, Ref +9, Will +11 Immune cold,incorporeal traits, undead traits Weakness purifying flames Offense Speed fly 40 feet (perfect) Melee 2 incorporeal touches +11 (2d6 cold plus 1d6 Wis damage) Space 10 ft.; Reach 5 ft. Statistics Str -, Dex 18, Con -, Int 13, Wis 19, Cha 20 Base Atk +8; CMB -; CMD 28 Feats Combat Expertise, Dodge, Lightning Reflexes, Mobility, Spring Attack, Weapon Finesse Skills Fly +24, Knowledge (history) +12, Perception +18, Sense Motive +18, Stealth +14 Languages Common, Necril Ecology Environment any Organization solitary, pair, gang (3-6) or army (7-24) Treasure none Special Abilities Ability Drain (Su) A creature struck by a yānguĭ’s touch attack must succeed a DC 20 Fortitude save or take 1d6 points of Wisdom damage. A creature reduced to 0 Wisdom must succeed an additional DC 20 Will save, or gain a random madness when its Wisdom score is restored. The save DC is Charisma based. Maddening Vapors (Su) Any creature within 10 feet of a yānguĭ must succeed a DC 20 Will save or be confused for 1d4+1 rounds. The yānguĭ does not count as the nearest creature to a confused victim for the purposes of “attack nearest creature”. This is a mind-influencing compulsion effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Purifying Flames (Ex) A yānguĭ takes half damage from non-magical sources of fire, and full damage from magical sources of fire. A yānguĭ that takes fire damage stops emitting its maddening vapors for 1 round.

#yangui #yānguĭ #chinese folklore #ghost #undead #pathfinder 1e #world tour #magic the gathering #mtg art

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ultrawhalnar · 2 months

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Something that is ultimately inconsequential but personally Really Fucking Annoys Me is when people insist that in glass onion the Mona Lisa that gets burned is a fake. It was a funny concept the first time someone mentioned it and now it just drives me completely insane. Like, first of all, their whole reasoning for it is that the real Mona Lisa is painted on wood and the one in the movie is canvas, but when we see it burning it doesn't even fucking look like canvas, it looks like paint flecking off wood.

And second of all, you realize how it being a fake ruins the climax of the movie, right? Miles Bron killed two people, but they lack the solid evidence a court would need to convict him, and the shitheads are still too scared to testify against him. The ONLY WAY a billionaire asshole like Miles Bron is gonna face literally any consequences for his actions is if France and the Louvre come after him like rabid dogs for getting the Mona Fucking Lisa destroyed with his hindenburg house and insurance-defying dumbass button. "Your fuel of the future just barbecued the world's most famous painting" is the moment that the shitheads realize Miles is fucked and the only way to save their own skins is to testify against him. He's the asshole here, because his recklessness destroyed the goddamn Mona Lisa. If the Louvre saw everyone freaking out on Twitter and just came out like "ah no worries guys he just had a copy the real Mona Lisa is fine" then immediately the situation changes from "a priceless piece of art and culture is gone forever because of this man and his experimental fuel" to "haha this idiot burned his own building down. Good thing the Mona Lisa is safe." It'd get memed on for a little while before being promptly forgotten. No more outrage, just relief. And if he hasn't irrevocably vaporized an icon and incurred the wrath of everyone on planet earth then the shitheads suddenly don't have to turn against him anymore, sure this whole thing is embarrassing but it's not life-ruining, let's keep holding onto that golden tit.

Miles Bron murdered two people. Let it ruin his life. Burn the fucking Mona Lisa.

#glass onion #knives out #nobodycareslilly #the Whole Point of the goddamn movie is how rich people can cheat the system #he was gonna get away with murder scot free #the only way to take the fucker down was to get him on the hook for something BIG #the louvre is gonna have miles bron's head on a spike #i understand why the idea of the mona lisa really being destroyed is upsetting and people want to find a way to save it #but the mona lisa isn't worth more than one human life let alone two

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thegeminisage · 3 months

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IT is time for. a ds9 update. last night* we did "babel." *time changed because i typed it up p late lol

babel:

i see now why everyone says o'brien suffers more than jesus. i mean, i'm sure this is just the tip of the iceberg, but the first section of this episode was just o'brien's terrible horrible no good very bad day

dax like damn i love being a hot woman i get so much attention. good for you queen but also i did roll my eyes a little. this and the crack about human women doing teaching in the last episode...still, it's WAAAYYYY better than tng, and even better than tos, so i can't complain too much

there was a LITTLE technobabble in this episode but again, i forgive them - it was otherwise strong so i'm quite willing to extend the benefit of the doubt for small sins lol

this episode being about an airborne virus really did me in. we had both the guy responsible for being a superspreader because he wanted people to eat at his restaurant and the guy who HAS to break quarantine he NEEDS to even if it means blowing up the whole space station. life imitates art. this show is thirty fucking years old

SO much pressure on kira this episode sisko was like you have 12 hours to figure this out or people start dying and then she just. did. she also continues to smile when angry which i think means i have to marry her. however, to Me, she and dax look identical...........if it weren't for dax's face markings and uniform differences i wouldn't be able to tell them apart lol

i really really really REALLY liked whatever odo and quark had going on in this episode. i feel like odo visited his little bar to kick him while he was down and then quark showed up to ops to kick ODO while HE was down and then the beaming thing where he's never beamed anybody before and would probably be thrilled if he vaporized odo AND YET counted down the second in increasing alarm. really good. i really really REALLY like odo

i love also that he was SO GRUMPY while saving that guy's life. like he coulda just left him in there and given himself more time, it was all his fault anyway, but he saved him, and then he complained about it the entire time. absolute king. that's true bones energy if you ask me

#personal #star trek blogging #ds9 lb

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mostthingskenobi · 2 years

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TRUST THE FORCE

SUMMARY: Years ago, Jyn Erso's mother tied a kyber crystal around her daughter's neck. Little did she know, this small act would save her daughter's life.

Ever since rewatching Rogue One in the theater as a preamble to Andor, I’ve been a bit obsessed. The scene of Jyn and Cassian on the beach is one of my favorite moments in Star Wars (and possibly all cinema!). I heard a head canon years ago that suggested maybe Jyn’s kyber crystal protected her and Cassian and brought them into the afterlife or preserved their spirits or something like that. I’ve always LOVED that idea, and was very inspired by this gorgeous piece of art by @sempaiko

I don’t really add anything new to the scene…but I felt a strong need to write this. So here you go! LOL! Enjoy this arbitrary retelling of my fav scene FULL OF PAIN 😭

Trigger warnings: nothing graphic, canon compliant sadness and pain

Rating: general

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The light was almost beautiful, a pale orange-white streaking across the sky. But nothing could quite capture the horror those colors represented. A wall of water, steaming vapor, and pure energy moved toward them at a steady rate. This time no one was coming for them, no last-ditch efforts, no running away.

Their chances were spent.

And they both knew it.

Jyn and Cassian knelt in the sand at the water’s edge, watching their fate rushing towards them across the sea. Deep down they had known it would end this way. As K-2SO had used his last moment to smash the data consul, protectively sealing them in the vault, they knew their deaths were inevitable. Accepting that hard truth gave them the strength to carry on. Resisting the Force would only have gotten in the way.

They had both given so much, lost so much, been denied so much. Throughout their lives Jyn and Cassian had gone from one pain to the next, never stopping long enough to let the truth take root, for the truth was too ugly to face. But now, sitting in the sand next to an equal, having a partner that understood, was somehow a gentle comfort. They didn’t know each other, not really. But what was there to know? Favorite foods? Spiritual beliefs? Coffee or tea? None of that mattered. What Jyn and Cassian did know was how merely surviving could eat at your soul. Loyalty could be brushed aside by those in power, as though your sacrifices meant nothing. They understood how picking the lesser of two evils killed a little piece of who you were. They understood the fear of becoming a shell, of being lost to themselves—a result of drifting from one disparate, brutal task to the next.

As Jyn and Cassian looked into each other’s eyes, they felt certain that at least now, in this moment, their humanity was alive, their sacrifice counted for something. In this moment, they existed more deeply and more purely than they had ever existed before. Cassian existed in Jyn and Jyn existed in Cassian.

They were equals.

They intrinsically knew each other’s truth, not by a lifetime of friendship and minute detail but by this horrific moment distilling them both down to their rawest state. There’s no hiding who you are in a moment like this.

“Your father would have been proud of you, Jyn,” Cassian said gently, his steady gaze matching his unwavering voice. He knew how hard this whole experience had been for her, forcing her to relive heartbreak that she pretended didn’t affect her. She had proven to be more honorable and more dedicated than many Alliance members. He felt proud to fight by her side.

She smiled sadly. She knew Cassian was right, her father would have been proud, and she loved him for saying such a kind thing with his last few breaths. Jyn reached out and took his hand. They were in this together, all the way to the end. He’d been difficult to read at first, but she’d gradually come to see that Cassian was braver and more capable than most people. There was a gentle goodness buried under layers of ruthless grit. She understood him.

Jyn was scared, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t. The wall of death moving toward them was getting larger, taller, picking up momentum. She hoped it would be over fast. She looked at Cassian for reassurance. His gaze shifted back to the horizon and his eyes flashed with fear for a fraction of a second. He looked back at Jyn, his expression tight with the realization that there was nothing he could do to protect them.

They reached for each other at the same time, coming up on their knees and wrapping their bodies together. Cassian’s hand clutched into the back of her vest, holding her as tightly as he could, grounding himself as he squeezed his eyes shut. Jyn wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tightening against his back as tears welled up in her eyes.

Their bodies pressed together, their throats tight with emotion, as the air temperature grew warmer and warmer around them. Jyn began to tremble, her breath ragged as she clenched her teeth against a sob. Cassian’s grip tightened around her, responding to her fear. “I’ve got you,” he whispered into her ear over and over. He just kept repeating it, he didn’t know why. He knew he couldn’t save her, that holding her tightly wouldn’t stop what was coming. Jyn leaned her head against him, one last breath freezing in her chest. Cassian felt it; the roaring energy cloud was upon them and his eyes opened wide in fear right at the last moment.

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It was like being plowed over, smashed, ripped, pulled backward and sideways at the same time. Everything evaporated into white, then red, then ruddy orangish-brown before going black.

After the initial violent shock, everything went deathly still, but then a strangeness took over, a sense of floating, of buoyancy lifting upward.

Cassian realize his eyes were squeezed shut, his body’s natural reflex, trying to protect itself. The fact that he even had eyes, or, for that matter, could construct thoughts, suddenly struck him as unusual. He extended his fingers but felt nothing, neither temperature nor sensation. He took a slow breath and opened his eyes.

What he saw overwhelmed his emotions.

Jyn floated across from him, seemingly unconscious. Beyond her was the galaxy’s vastness, empty and black, with distant stars glittering like fireflies. And there, floating between them, glowing with a gentle, warm white light, was the kyber crystal Jyn wore around her neck. It floated between her and Cassian, still tethered with the leather chord her mother had tied around it decades ago. An energy bubble encompassed their bodies, thrown out by the tiny gem. Somehow, the Force had protected them, transported them. Cassian didn’t understand, but he didn’t need to. He stared in awe, trembling with shock, his body weathered by what it had just endured. Everything he had suffered in his life, every pain and fear and heartbreak fell away. He intuitively knew that none of it existed anymore.

He watched as Jyn’s eyes slowly fluttered open, the curve of her mouth giving a slight flinch, as she sleepily regained consciousness. He watched fear flash over her face before her gaze settled on the kyber. Her chest heaved, tears falling down her cheeks as she realized her mother had saved her somehow. Cassian watched as she reached for the crystal, her fingers delicately outlining the ball of radiant energy without actually touching it. Then her eyes lifted to his, growing wide and gentle as she registered for the first time that he was there with her.

Jyn reached for Cassian instantly, their hands locking together, pulling each other close. He cupped her cheek in his right hand and wiped away her tears with his thumb. She clutched her fingers around his arm pulling him closer in an iron grip. “Don’t let go,” she whispered, her usually piercing gaze now unsure, yet still brave.

“I won’t,” Cassian said with conviction.

Her grip tightened, a sign that they shared the same sentiment.

The kyber still hovered between them, a beacon of protection in this strange in-between space where they floated. The Force was leading the way, slowly and steadily moving them toward someplace new.

They didn’t know where they would end up, but Jyn and Cassian took comfort in the certainty that at least they would be there together.

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Hello! I am primarily a silent lurker online (so apologies if I’m doing this incorrectly), but I wanna thank you for the treasure trove that is your blog! Your aus are wild and beautiful and absolutely delicious. Over the past few days I have spent oodles and noodles of time scrolling through all your different tags—I’ve become a bit obsessed. Normally I stick to reading on ao3, but I’ve learned how to use the tumblr app for this blog and only this blog. I’ve turned on notifications (again, for this blog and only this blog). I’ve saved thirty-something screenshots. I’ve made designated bookmark folders. I have essentially built an underground bunker-archive of tennessoui content that can withstand the apocalypse.

Your creche rivalry au in particular has seized control of my body, mind, and soul.

(I imagine that baby Obikin pre-Valentine Disaster Day would have had the most disgustingly sweet greetings for each other every single morning, even if they had a sleepover and saw each other ten minutes prior. I can see them walking into the same room and making eye contact and—the air purifies. The flowers bloom. An angel choir starts singing somewhere in the background. Their creche mates need to get checked for cavities daily, their creche masters express concern to the doctors about diabetes, and any Sith within a three mile radius of Obikins’ twin megawatt smiles are instantly vaporized. Palpatine is only able to move in on Anikin after the boy starts hating Obi-Wan. In the meantime, it’s blindingly bright, hopelessly besotted, puppy-love-smiles all around.)

I place this humble offering at the altar of your divine authorial temple (and I can all but promise I will be back with more). Please have a wonderful day.

omg omg omg this is an ongoing omg

first of all this is so sweet and also incredibly flattering 🥺 thank you so much for trying to understand how tumblr works just for my blog i honestly still don’t know how to work tumblr and I’ve been here for years!!! and omg the idea of screenshots 🥰🙏 what is worth screenshotting on this blog I promise you can find shit posts anywhere lol

BUT omg no I love the crèche rivalry au and I haven’t thought about it in so long but this art and headcanon for it is just so absolutely beautiful ……

Like holy shit holy shit?? I love their expressions and they’re so cute and innocent and he says “hi obi” which is pure Anakin characterization and then obi-wan says “good morning Anakin” which is in turn just as perfect of a characterization for obi-wan!!!

You’re incredibly right these two babies were just in such puppy love that it had a similar effect as radiation poisoning, and everyone around them had to take shifts to not overdose on it all

Gosh this is so incredibly cute—I think there are only a few posts that focus on them as babies in the crèche in that AU tag, but you’ve given me an amazing reason to try and write something for that era of them (maybe a ficlet/fic that is equal parts their disastrous Valentine’s Day as absolute babies and then the Valentine’s Day they have when they’re older and adults who hate each other) because holy shit I’m obsessed with how cute this is!!!

Thank you so much for drawing and reading and subscribing for notifs from me even though tumblr is a weird place even for people who have been on it forever (me) —if you ever wanna come out of lurkdom again I’ll welcome you with open arms this is amazing work and I’d love anything you could draw for the obikin fandom!! You’re so talented 🤩💙 and so sweet 🥰🥺

#asks #though honestly if you unsubscribe from me I would so totally understand #I will post like 50 times a day sometimes I can’t even stand it #but this is so awesome to get and I really really love this art I’ve saved it #and im gonna look at it forever #I need more baby obikin in my life like this and you did it so well 💙💙💙💙

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