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More doodles

medieval coworkers who want each other dead

Odd idea

Some toons have claws but never use them unless in self defense when something or someone is being incredibly hostile to a point of causing deathly harm

(there have been few reports of toons clawing cogs and its said that chip,prester and multislacker (nobody knows how this happened but rumor is it was a accident) all have toon claw marks under their clothes)

toons are pranksters though and through and most dont see the need to have their claws so they clip them and its rare for a toon to deem somebody dangerous to a point of attacking them to save themselves

𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻

Another outfit i love on him. Render by me, Astarion model by

@kirixiar , outfit and decor Daz Store or Renderhub. https://twitter.com/no_ceres/status/1734253008551034969

cringe ass old man nae nae

The Faces of Ben: Adam Quinn edition, part one.

Prologue: The Village and The Witch

This is the introductory prologue to an AU fanfiction of @14dayswithyou​.

CW: Strong language, religious imagery, bugs (like loads of em), most possibly OOC for Rendacted, not proofread

Word count: 1.1k

Witches. Wicked creatures that have made a deal with the devil to gain powers that no human should have. They live amongst the people, hidden in plain sight and conducting their sinister rituals in secret.That is what every hunter of the church is taught from the very beginning. However there are witches that decide to seclude themselves from society and live in the wild. More dangerous and powerful than any other witch they are said to drive a man mad just by looking at them. So it was no surprise that a small village at the edge of a bog petitioned for the church’s help when one such wild witch was spotted in the area. 

A month after the letter had been sent a young man arrived by coach. He was dressed in a long leather coat with belts across his chest and waist. A small silver cross dangled from the brim of his hat and underneath was a head of long black hair, tied into a ponytail. A pair of sharp, icy-blue eyes glanced about as the villagers started to assemble around him. A stout old man with bushy gray eyebrows made for the head of the crowd and looked at the presumed witch hunter in front of him. He was young, too young in the elder’s eyes and he made his doubts known. A soft smile graced the young man’s lips but it did not reach his eyes. “I assure you that I am quite capable despite my age. No need to worry yourselves.” 

A grumble escaped the old man who still seemed to doubt that someone of such a tender age could be any good in hunting a dangerous witch. “Well if you say so, son. Is just…we expected someone with a few more years under their belt.” A low mumbling of agreements were heard from the villagers and the hunter’s eyes twitched. “I guarantee that no witch stands even a remote chance against me. I have been training since childhood and have burned a fair share of the wicked creatures by now.” His blue eyes met the older man’s gaze who instinctively took a step back. “Duly noted. My name is Hanstrum. I run this village. May we know your name, so- sir?” The young man’s eyes softened just a bit as a satisfied smirk formed on his lips. “You may call me Ren. Now tell me about that witch of yours.” 

He was led to the small chapel in the center of the village and Hanstrum went inside to tell the hunter what had taken place over the last couple of months.

It all started harmless enough. A few missing chickens and other livestock, stolen crops and destroyed gardens. Nothing that couldn’t have been caused by the wildlife in the nearby bog. What alarmed the villagers however was the woodcutter’s son going missing for almost 3 days before returning shaken and muttering something about moving trees and swarms of insects. Only one thing could be made out for certain from the boy's mad ravings. He had spotted a hut deep in the swamp and after spending the night in there he saw someone by the fire pit outside of it. He tried to sneak away but after stepping on a branch and being spotted all he could remember was the buzzing of bugs and him running for his life.

The old folk were sure that it had to be a witch and wanted to call on the church then and there but the woodcutter wanted to take matters into his own hands and assembled a party of able bodied men to seek the hut out and burn the witch. No one could get any information of where the location of the hut was out of the boy. All he kept saying was flowers and bugs so that is what the men used to search. However as night began to fall they were still no closer to finding anything and under the light of a fire they discussed what to do next. There in the firelight they saw her. In the tree line not far away a pair of golden eyes was staring at them. The men gave a start and when the witch raised her hand and hissed in their direction they ran as fast as their feet could carry them back to the village. 

The call for aid was sent after they had returned shaken and mad with fear. Everyone who had seen the witch had been plagued by nightmares since with those that had gazed into her eyes having the worst of it. Everyone was sure that they had been cursed for daring to seek out the witch.

“Please. You have to help us before that witch curses the whole village and starts stealing our children!” The plea of old Hanstrum echoed in the chapel as he gazed at Ren. His eyes were closed and he seemed lost in thought. There was silence for a few tense moments as the elder didn’t dare speak again. Ren clicked his tongue and nodded, opening his eyes. “I will deal with your witch. But I will need supplies and this service does not come cheap.” His eyes met the elder’s who gulped and nodded. “We are aware. You shall have whatever you need just say the word.” Ren gave a satisfied hum and smiled. “I need provisions and all the silver you have. I will also need some holy water and if you have any black powder I shall need that as well.” Hanstrum nodded and took note of all the witch hunter demanded. “We will see that your payment is ready when you return with proof of the deed done and I will send someone to bring you the supplies you asked for.” He gave a nod. “Good. I shall head out at first light tomorrow. Be sure to have the supplies delivered by then.” The elder nodded and thanked Ren once again. He clapped the young man’s shoulder and left him to prepare in the chapel. Ren’s smile vanished and he wiped the spot on his coat where the elder had touched him. He huffed and turned to face the large cross at the head of the chapel. He reached under his coat and pulled out a rosary. Next to the small brass cross was a small golden ring that glimmered in the candle light. A long sigh escaped Ren as he first brought it to his lips and then his forehead. Wrapping his hands tightly around it he closed his eyes and began his silent prayers.

Let's Look at Lawbots!

Might be because of my bias, but the Lawbots are the first managers I have completely retextured, as well as their sticker designs!

I'm very happy with how they've came out, I hope you enjoy!

Sodom, 1984

Old men who dont understand each other

The Hires & Heroes update seems a little different

WitchHunter Ship

....I blame @yaroshienva ...say hello to the new hyperfixation we dubbed 'witchhunter' lol

art/Xoe Rathmoor(c)@bluekazenatemain @bluekazenateartblog

Cinder(c) @yaroshienva

DO NOT USE, EDIT OR REPOST MY WORK

headcanons: what would some of the bosses from corporate clash like to listen to to fall asleep

rainmaker and deepdiver i believe would listen to rain and underwater (sound? Asmr?) to sleep to

chip prefers wilderness lofi

major players music can be heard for miles and is so loud its nearly incomprehensible if your too close (many cogs have lost sleep due to this) (this is mostly a joke)

spruce would listen to wood being pushes into a woodchipper asmr

witchhunter is a light sleeper and needs his room to be DEAD QUIET for him to sleep

gatekeepers room occasionally plays quiet adventure music when she goes inside to nap

buck ruffler likes casino ambiance

highroller has quiet (yet still loud enough to hear from nearby rooms) gameshow music

"....SODOM WAS JUST CALLED A STREET BAND, A REHEARSAL BAND, NON-MUSICIANS. WE DIDN'T MIND, ACTUALLY."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on German thrash\extreme metal band SODOM during their "Obsessed by Cruelty" line-up era, c. 1985. Band members were (very top pic -- L to R):

Bassist/vocalist/songwriter Tom Angelripper, guitarist Michael "Destructor" Wulf (1963-1993), & drummer Chris "Witchhunter" Dudek (1965-2008).

"...SODOM was just called a street band, a rehearsal band, non-musicians. We didn’t mind, actually. I don’t care what the press writes, but I do care about what the fans think. To us, that was the meaning behind thrash metal; to be free, to do what you want. We were good friends with KREATOR and the whole [German] scene, but we were never interested in what they were doing as a band."

-- TOM ANGELRIPPER to "Iron Fist" Magazine, SODOM Interview: "We Stayed True to Our Spirit," by Guy Strachan, c. August 2012

Sources: www.ironfistzine.com/category/blog/page/15 & Cult to Our Darkest Past (blogspot).

Her name is Katarina von Rossenshield. This is my character in Warhammer FRP. She is a witch hunter from the east of Sylvanas. Empire version and Chaos-corrupted version (slaanesh).