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[Toon x Mobster] New character: the old guardian of the Huffman siblings! + LORE and COMICS

Sir. Wallace Kingsman. A retired hitman/boss in his late 80s who's a father figure to the Huffman siblings

He's rather old fashioned and stoic, only ever showing his much softer side towards the two kids, a few other close companions, and nobody else. He's both well-respected and feared by the people who knows him.

His stance on the relationship between the Toons and the Huffman siblings are vague. He does not reveal his true thoughts and feelings, only quietly observing them. However, by the end, he sees that being with the toons makes Gavriel and Grace happy so he chooses to just leave it be.

[Background Info and Comics:] (Warning: Injury, blood, dark topics.)

As little children, the Huffman siblings found Kingsman in the slums when the old gentleman was collapsed due to his injuries from a gunfight nearby.

Gavriel Huffman, accustomed to the violence, planned on leaving the dying man alone, not wanting to take the risk of potentially getting into trouble with his involvement. Grace was able to [hesitantly] change his mind due to her persistent begging to save the old man.

(7eleven background drawn by @meiitenn) Gavriel Huffman during this time was 16 years old, with Grace Huffman being 7 years old. Both children have no parents and they live on their own, alongside the poor/homeless population of the area they reside in.

After the Huffman siblings saved Sir Kingsman's life, he eventually gets well enough to leave on his own and come back later to repay the kindness that was shown to him by the people of the slums, especially the Huffman siblings.

He takes the Huffman siblings under his wing and raised them as his own where they grew to become elite members of their organization through their unexpected talent and incredible hard work.

The three initially did not consider each other as family, more like friendly acquaintances. However, there were signs of their relationship developing to that route, which accelerated after a particular accident happened.

They only ever referred to each other with formality. This was the first time they've called each other familial terms.

Grace Huffman, upset at having experienced such a harrowing event, swore to become stronger so her old brother doesn't have to get hurt protecting her anymore.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Halloween and Wei Wuxian day!

[falmerbrook]

TES Summer Fest Day 1 - Forbidden

A 7 year old Vanus "Trechtus" Galerion stays up late one night reading with his dad.

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USELESS - 7

Nina's backstory, episode 7

EDIT: not the end, pals!

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ꗃ logging on... loading..... ❀ oak is online !! ❀ ╰┈➤ drew my character Kei, though im censoring the picture due to the frustrating fact that some people associate revealing clothing with NSFW content... click keep reading if you want to see the image + character lore, scroll past if not interested

Kei (she/her) is a subspecies of succubi, called Furorians. she lives and spends her time in the castle with her twin brother, Kai and her father, Moonblind. She's 25 years old and is a future teller. some people believe she's faking, but her abilities are very true and very real. She has 5 eyes, two below her main and one under the headress/crown she wears. Moonblind's kingdom is located in a hot desert area, which is why they wear revealing clothing and such. Moonblind is also their only parent. I've been making this universe for 6+ years omfg and im still not done.

shes hot <3

[samglyph]

I’m so excited to play my newest dnd character. He works at a library and is so so cursed.

I think for a while I was avoiding making purely “self indulgent” characters but this time I asked my dm how best I could include cosmic horror during our session zero and she literally switched to a premade slide in her campaign presentation about great old ones. So we stay winning.

[safwunnz]

MUAHAJAHKAHA MEET MY FUCKED UP SANS OC ENKO 🫶🫶💖💞💖💖💓💓💗💞💖💖💞💥💥

More about Enko:

Enko was a saved by Shattered Dream after being left away by Nightmare, which lead Enko to joining Shattered dream’s evolving group of sanses including slash sans (made by @itsxroxannex ) and Hitchprint sans (made by @whittlore ).Enko lived only to hurt Nightmare, getting rid of anyone who got in the way of that goal.

Enko is short for his real name: Énkavma Sans

Enko hardly uses weapons in combat, relying mostly on his fists and magic. Enko’s magic (including his gaster blaster) was melted and molded like he was, making his magic even more harmful.

[shootingstarrfish]

boom!💥🔥🕯️

[weirdsillycreature]

"Lately our creator has been a little strange... She's been hanging out with a peculiar person. We don't know his name, so we call him "The blue prince."

"He seems to be... More gentle. I think he is also a creator, he likes music a lot... Every time our creator goes to his kingdom, he always plays melodies in the background. He is quite calm... And also... They two always speak gently to each other... Could it be that our creator is..."

[gabbydagoof]

Hopeless romantic.

My boye here got rejected three times before.

The Butterfly was too stuck up to go out with him.

The Ladybug left him behind after finding out Ziggy was into guys.

And the Moth-....well, let's say he's too important to even make the time for him.

[lawvno]

I don’t care if this isn’t lore accurate— half mermaid tav!!🐟

[jestersurgery]

Ahem.. Arlekin lore alert....

Throughout his youth he lived on a small farm, it was quite miserable for him cause he would've been forced to do maidenly duties by his family and it all just felt.. wrong to him (curse being trans in the 16th century). Getting an education was also completely off the table for him. Nothing felt right for him and he finally came up with a bold plan, to escape poverty and to live as his true self. He runs off, spending everything he has on a lute and he becomes a travelling performer.

He actually becomes quite good at entertaining the crowds and he has a talent for it. He was able to make a name for himself and become quite well known. With his charms and popularity he manages to catch a lord's attention and he becomes his jester!

It's a great honour for him and he was able to completely change who he was. Once a measely peasant, he was now living amongst the nobles.

But obviously not everything is perfect, at the beginning Arlekin would've not been able to see through the corrupt nature of the nobles because of his excitement to be a jester. After a while though he would've noticed their greed and how awfully they treated the commonfolk. His initial naivete also made it easy for the lord to treat him badly and he slowly began to resent the the lord. It was hard for him to fit in and he felt almost a kind of imposter syndrome, he thought he didn't belong in the court.

Once Arlekin got way too cocky, he outright mocked the lord and out of rage, the lord simply just sent Arlekin to the dungeons of fear and hunger.

This is clearly a harsh punishment, but being a cruel and corrupt lord, he didn't mind technically sending Arlekin to his death in the dungeons.

[emwheezie]

"Maybe you weren’t a terrible person maybe you were just fifteen" UPDATED

Each character in our story has an important event that helped shape their them. We thought it'd be cool to keep their age consistent across each of these stories. Possible TW in some of these.

Art of Enzo and Lennon in HS.

1996, Meg prepares for her Quinceanera. She doesn’t want to have that big party and have all the attention on her. Meg has been super depressed and kids at school bully her, saying that she is going to kill herself like Kurt Cobain did. She doesn’t want these people at the Quinceanera, but her mom invited all the girls in her class. Her Quince doesn’t go as planned, not ruined by her bullies...but by someone who has been stalking her... 

1999, Tony recruits his older friend Ashley to "be his mom" and sign off on a parental consent form for his first tattoo. He must hide this from his parents... When they find out, they fear this tattoo will halt his "future career as a lawyer."

2000, Liv is convinced by her older sisters go out on a mini “sister only road trip.” After driving around for an hour or two, they abandon Liv at a gas station, teasing her that it’s “sisters only” and she isn’t a real sister because she is adopted. 

2000, Gia fights with her first girlfriend, leading to their breakup. They share one last “goodbye” kiss. 

Gia’s story continues into Theo’s  

2000, Theo is super high and accidentally walks into the girl’s locker room where he finds Gia making out with some girl. Theo didn’t know girls could do that with each other. 

2001, Rosie is asked to step down from her school’s dance team because of her recent weight gain.  

2001, Enzo witnessed a murder. The criminal gang paid him off with a duffel of cash to forget what he saw. This moment changed his brain chemistry and explains how Enzo seemingly has an endless amount of cash and no job or parental assistance. (This is backstory is mostly comic relief and played off much less serious than the others.)

2001, Oli and his friends decide to wear dresses to school one day during spirit week. Oli steals a dress from his sister. After the group of boys make their statement and take pics, they change back to their regular clothes. Oli didn’t get the memo and is stuck in the dress all day. He gets teased and feels insecure. His asshole friends think it’s hilarious and won’t let him borrow any clothes. He’s stuck like that for the day. Once the teasing calms down, Oli realizes he kind of likes wearing the dress. O_0 

2002, Lennon hasn’t showered for about 4 months. He gets bullied for being greasy and cuts off all his hair in the school bathroom. Enzo is sitting in the big stall, skipping (art) class to draw dragons in his sketchbook. He thinks Lennon is such a weird little dude and befriends him. The next day, BigMac gives Lennon $20 to go somewhere professional to get his hair looking half decent after he went ham on it. Instead, he and Enzo spend the money on something stupid. He lies to his dad about how he spent the money. 

2004, Alyssa is severely bullied at school for her love of plushies. The one thing she cares about most is her mall job at Build a Bear. Her school bullies haze her while she’s at work, ending with them destroying the store. They throw the unstuffed bears and knock over displays. They get to the stuffing machine and let it rip fluff everywhere. The bullies escape before mall security and police arrive. Alyssa gets fired from her job because of this incident. It’s not fair, but her manager felt it was the easiest solution to avoid this happening again in the future. :(  

2004, Park makes a trek to Area 51 from his Florida home to find his dad.

[thebarontheabyss]

Welcome to the tapestry of existence, an intricate weave of realms that defy the simplicity of dichotomy. The fabric of reality is never-ending and ever-changing, an eternal dance of creation and transformation.

Within this boundless expanse, the domains unfold—each a thread in the cosmic design.

In the Ethereal Realms, death is not an end but a new beginning. It is a place of transition and transformation, where spirits and immortals dwell in realms as mysterious as their inhabitants. Here, entities like Hastur and He Without Name have emerged from domains unknown, their pasts as enigmatic as the realms themselves. Even Death, ever diligent in their duties, resides in one such realm, a tireless worker in the grand cycle of existence. While predominantly the domain of spirits, some powerful mortal beings may dare to cross into these realms, though such actions are fraught with peril and invite unknown troubles.

The Abyss itself is a part of these realms, a unique convergence point within the endless ethereal.

Tucked away in a pocket of the Ethereal Realms, the Abyss is a domain shrouded in a void of haze and smoke, where the tangible meets the intangible. Here, amidst the swirling mists of nothingness, stands an old bar — a solitary haven in the vast emptiness. A place where the Raven, with its sharp wit and ancient eyes, has emerged from.

This enigmatic bar is a beacon for souls, a place where the boundaries of reality are as fluid as the drinks that flow inside it. It is a place of contradictions, where the finality of endings meets the potential of new beginnings.

In the fiery depths of Hell, the damned endure their eternal plight. It is a realm of suffering and darkness, ruled by a hierarchy of power and torment.

Here, the 64th Devil Prince resides, deeply entwined in the politics and machinations of the infernal courts. Hell is a place of both dread and desire, where every pleasure has its price.

This name of Hell's ruler is unspeakable, but their words are absolute and their power unchallenged, as they reign over the damned with an iron fist cloaked in flames.

Heaven, a realm of celestial tranquility and majestic beauty, is a harmonious symphony of light, order, and collectivism. The skies shimmer with a soft luminescence, and towering spires pierce the heavens, symbols of the lofty ideals upheld here. Governed by the Malkhut, an assembly of resplendent deities, Heaven is an enclave of serenity and perfection.

Once a haven for all souls, Heaven has since become the exclusive domain of the Seraphs — beings of incandescent purity. The Malkhut, in their pursuit of flawlessness, have secluded their realm from the mortal world, fostering a sanctuary untouched by its imperfections.

In their divine courts, the Malkhut are detached from the affairs of mortals. Their existence is a distant, unattainable dream for those outside their hallowed halls.

All mortals shall one day smell the flowers of Limbo. They stretch endlessly, swaying under an eternal sun, their petals glistening with the morning dew.

Moths glide softly above, carrying tiny, luminous orbs—the souls of the departed, cradled gently before being laid to rest beneath the soil.

In the distance stands the house of Death, a humble abode amidst the fields. The Grim Reaper tends the gardens often, moving with care among the blossoms, nurturing the souls as they lie in slumber.

In time, the departed stir, shedding their mortality to awaken as spirits, ready to embark on eternity.

The depths of Tehom are shrouded in mystery and darkness, an abyssal expanse that extends beyond the reach of knowledge. Here, where the water is as black as the void of space, lies Tehomot, an entity as enigmatic as the world he governs.

Tehomot embodies the unknown depths of the universe. His realm is a fluid tapestry, filled with unexplored drowned terrains that constantly shift as the ocean's tides. It is said that within these waters lie secrets and truths so profound that they can either enlighten or drive one to madness.

Other deities regard Tehomot with a mix of fear and respect. His power is undeniable, yet his agenda remains unknown. Some believe he guards secrets essential to the balance of the realms, while others speculate that he is biding his time - for reasons unknown.

Once, Ya'ar was a realm brimming with the essence of life. Amidst its verdant expanses and lush forests, Humanity took its first breath alongside all mortals.

This realm thrummed with the creative force of Adamot, the goddess of life. Her spirit was woven into the very fabric of Ya'ar, nurturing every leaf, every breath, every heartbeat.

And then came the betrayal. In their greed, Humanity turned its nurturer into Behemoth, a goddess of wrath and decay. Under her influence, Ya'ar's creations now harbours a singular purpose: the annihilation of humankind.

Even now, after Behemoth's demise, the curse persists, leaking malice and monstrosities into the cosmos.

Only the gods know how magic first came into being. Its origins are obscure, but its source is unquestionable: the realm of Magnus.

Governed by the god Da'at, this realm is the heart from which all arcane power flows, and all Mortals seeking to harness the powers of the realm must first agree to Da'at's terms.

Because Magnus is not just a source of magic but also its gatekeeper, and will only offer its gifts to those who respect its authority - thus safeguarding its true secrets from those who, in their hubris, might risk unraveling the cosmos in pursuit of forbidden power.

Under the silent moon of Memoriam, time stands still, and the air carries the weight of eternity.

This realm is the final resting place for deities who have met their demise, a sacred and somber ground where divinity fades into oblivion.

Ancient tombs and forgotten monuments dot this dark landscape. Each tells the stories of gods who are now sleeping for eternity.

In the heart of Memoriam lies the Library of Pseudonium, a repository brimming with tomes that whisper the cosmos's most guarded secrets.

In the vast, ever-shifting dunes of Chronos, time flows like the sand underfoot—endless, malleable, and all-consuming.

This realm embodies time itself, with landscapes that change as hours pass and cities that turn to ruins in a day.

Chronos is governed by Zma'an, the god of time, and tended by the Priests of Time, their devoted servants, who navigate the temporal landscapes, honoring the flow of existence in their ceaseless vigil.

Elementus flows eternal, the primordial realm where the rivers of matter and energy converge and diverge in a cosmic dance.

Governed by Yesod, this domain is the cosmic crucible, where the physical substances that constitute the universe are born and reborn.

Elementus is a realm of infinite possibilities, where the building blocks of reality are shaped and reshaped by divine will.

Equilibrium is the domain of cosmic justice, where the god Eezoon and her justiciars preside over celestial courtrooms.

Here, the fate of mortals realms is deliberated, weighed and measured, with immortals serving as both advocates and arbiters.

The decisions made in Equilibrium echo through eternity, maintaining the balance between creation and destruction.

Before existence dreamed its first breath, there was only the Void.

The opposite of being, the true nothing that brought forth everything else. They say the waters of Tehom alone have brushed its edges, a veil keeping the realms safe from what lies beyond.

Yet, whispers persist in the shadows of forbidden gatherings. Mortal witches, their covens stand in defiance of divinity itself, delve into the mysteries of the Void, seeking to unravel its truths. They claim the Void is not void, not truly. Something stirs within—something older than the first light, a secret the gods have hidden from mortals: the secrets of creation itself.

The Mortal Realms are full of life in all its chaotic splendor. Here, the living go about their days, entangled in the beauty and banality of their existence.

From the medieval castles that backdrop Shelly's former life to the marvel and splendor of Peisione's floating cities, each realm is a world unto itself. There are the endless sands of Yaga's desert realm, where mirages tell tales, and the Witch's domain, brimming with magical wonders and arcane secrets. These countless realms are the cradles of existence, where every mortal soul has started its journey.

Within the vast expanse of the cosmos, Enosh stands quietly unassuming, a realm seemingly minor in the grand scheme of the cosmos.

It hosts a bustling human civilization; it is neither a bastion of arcane magic nor mighty technology.

But it was the place you called your home, before your death. And while mortals might feel small in a cosmos filled with marvels and gods alike, one soul alone can change the fabric of existence.

And if that's true, Enosh might be the most important realm of all.

Magic flowing from Magnus profoundly shapes and alters the course of mortal affairs.

Among these realms, Ffaraon stands as a beacon. Home to the Witch and Pepper the familiar, Ffaraon has been sculpted by the arcane.

Despite its mystical allure, the realm has been marred by a devastating war among magic wielders. In the aftermath, the Arcane Society emerged, enforcing divine laws on magic use and vowing to eliminate any who dissent.

Yet, some followers of void magic continue their dark practices, aiming to uncover the secrets of creation.

Civitas is a marvel of human ambition and ingenuity, a realm where magic is replaced by the might of technology and the pursuit of knowledge.

Here, sprawling universities and technological wonders underscore humanity's quest to stand equal to the gods.

As a testament to their achievements and responsibility, Civitas has earned a place among the Council of Nine, the only mortal realm to do so, engaging in the affairs of the divine.

In the realm of Arcadia, nature's indomitable spirit and splendor flourish. It is a sanctuary where mortals champion the preservation of the natural order. Here, the Knights of Arcadia, stalwart defenders of the earth's majesty, dedicate their existence to safeguarding its purity.

When the goddess Adamot transformed into Behemoth, igniting a war against mankind, the knights of Arcadia chose an unlikely path. Aligning themselves with Behemoth's fury, their hope was to restore balance and appease the wrath of the land.

After the war ended with the goddess's demise, the knights of Arcadia vowed to keep an eternal vigil and stand as the last bastion of nature against mankind's follies.

Wealth and might matter little to the sands of time. Everything ends, and mortals of the material realms understand this better than most. They live and die—their mightiest civilizations rise only to fall.

This truth is carved deep into the unyielding deserts of Godclaw. Once, a devil visited a dying village: a deal was struck, and a city rose—only to collapse beneath the crushing weight of its own greed, consumed by flames and dragged into the depths of Hell. Everything ends, and so did the city of Argilla.

Once a realm bathed in divine light, Pyriphlegethon now dwells in perpetual dusk, following the fall of its god.

This land, ensnared in shadows, worships the flame with fervent devotion, seeing it as the lone sentinel against the encroaching night.

The Temple of the Flame, ancient and venerable, stands as a bastion of hope in Pyriphlegethon.

Its hallowed halls, aglow with sacred fire, are revered by all. Here, the flame is not merely a symbol but the very heart of life in the realm. The temple’s influence is absolute, its will enforced with unyielding fervor—a life without the flame is deemed unworthy, cast into the enveloping shadows.

Helicon, the celestial home of Peisinoe, is a realm where imagination and creativity are not just celebrated but revered as the very essence of existence.

Here, cities defy the laws of physics, floating majestically in the sky like ethereal jewels against the horizon. The landscape of Helicon is a living canvas, every structure a masterpiece, every street a testament to the boundless potential of artistic expression.

In this realm, artistic talent is the key to prominence. Those endowed with extraordinary creative gifts rise to near-godlike status, their works influencing the culture and identity of Helicon - and the rest, the artistically inclined, become the worshipers.

Karkosa stands as a stark reminder of divine arrogance and its catastrophic consequences. Once, this realm was filled with deities fighting each other over the dominance of its mortal population.

The battles were cataclysmic, laying waste to whole planets and claiming the lives of countless mortals. In the end, a sole deity emerged victorious. Overwhelmed by guilt at the sight of his desolated creation, he chose to end his existence.

Now, Karkosa is a realm of ruins, its skies forever shadowed by the remnants of its past. It serves as the home for the Cult of Black Horns, devotees of the fallen god who adhere to his teachings, despite his own renunciation.

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USELESS - 6

Nina's backstory, episode 6

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[transentiencestudios]

The incident

Event log Day: 349 Subject ID: A008 Status: Post-exposure to Archframe prototype Subject A008 displayed elevated aggression levels following prolonged exposure to the Archframe prototype. Blood tests performed at 16:22 revealed a significant spike in cortisol levels (245% above baseline), suggesting a heightened stress response. Despite verbal commands and remote detachment attempts, Subject A008 refused to disengage from the Archframe. At 19:34, the security team initiated a manual extraction protocol, forcibly removing A008 from the biosuit. The process resulted in minor lacerations along the interface points where the Archframe’s cables had integrated with the subject’s neuro-linkage nodes. Immediate medical intervention was provided. Post-extraction: Subject A008 exhibited no further aggressive behavior, with vitals returning to normal levels. The subject retired to sleep at 22:43. Event log Day: 350 Subject ID: A008 Incident: Aggression escalation, violent interaction with Subject A149 At 03:12, security cameras recorded Subject A008 engaging in a violent assault on Subject A149 within A149‘s cell. Subject A008 was observed repeatedly biting and masticating A149, displaying a complete dissociation from prior behavior. Security intervened at 03:15, but despite efforts, Subject A149 sustained critical injuries and entered a coma shortly after the incident due to Subject A008's venom. Blood tests taken from A008 immediately after the incident showed a continued elevation in cortisol and the presence of unidentified neurochemical markers. A008 was sedated and returned to isolation. An emergency partition was erected to prevent direct interaction between A008 and the research team. Medical and psychological evaluations are ongoing. A008 has not responded coherently to any stimuli or questioning. Further investigation into the Archframe’s potential neurological impacts is underway. Event log Day: 483 Subject IDs: A008, A149 Status Update: Post-recovery and continued isolation protocols Subject A149 has regained consciousness and is in stable condition following extensive rehabilitation. Neurological damage appears minimal, though further tests are required to assess long-term effects. Subject A008 remains under close observation and has been prohibited from interacting with the Archframe or any related exosuit technologies unless under direct surveillance by an armed medical team. Aggression monitoring continues via regular blood tests, though no significant incidents have been reported since Day 350.