#Adamant Domain
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Creo que no necesitamos explicarlo.
Solo quería reconocer a la artista interior de Smokie, estamos realmente agradecidos con su arduo trabajo por ilustrar los roles.
-- Wicky
#Adamant Domain#AD NHC#Kang Yeosang AD NHC#Jeong Yunho AD NHC#Choi Jongho AD NHC#Wicked#Smokie#PaintMaster
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Predictes
Los Predictes son una raza de un planeta lejano a Adamant. Hace muchos siglos fueron conquistados y esclavizados por otra que a falta de planeta que habitar tomaron el poder de Predten, el lugar de origen de los Predictes. No solo los mantienen completamente dominados, sino que tras cumplir entre 27 y 30 años los ponen en una misión de “exploración galáctica”. Esta misma es un engaño el cual utilizan para mantenerlos motivados y luego lanzarlos al espacio indefensos y deshacerse de ellos que, por cuestiones físicas, ya no les sirven.
En Predten los tienen aislados los unos de los otros con el motivo de evitar rebeliones, así como los obligan a realizar y completar diversos trabajos mayormente físico-desgastantes. Al mantenerlos en un estado completamente ignorante los Predictes desconocen incluso como sus mismos organismos funcionan, la reproducción en estos seres, al día de hoy, se da por métodos artificiales controlados por aquellos que los gobiernan.
Son muy parecidos a los que en Adamant se conoce como humanos difiriendo en la longevidad que, de estos, es un poco mas corta. Su esperanza de vida es de 80 a 90 años. Pasados sus primeros doce años de vida estos seres tienen la capacidad de “vincularse” a cualquier otra raza pudiendo adoptar así sus características principales sin perder las propias. Pueden usar la magia ya que en su planeta había un cristal similar al Killtah. El problema es que, al ya no tener acceso al mismo, al estar esclavizados, no conocen sus capacidades ni nada respecto a dicho cristal, los Predictes olvidaron su propia historia.
Esta vinculación es una practica ancestral ya desconocida por ellos, pero muy practicada por sus ancestros. En Predten se consideraba a la vinculación como un acto de valentía ya que a fin de cuentas sus cuerpos cambiaban y con ello el resto de sus necesidades básicas, así como su expectativa de vida. No todos los Predictes terminaban vinculándose a otra raza ya que en Predten siempre han sido la única raza dominante existente, pero aquellos que osaban a la suerte y viajaban por el vasto universo solían terminar vinculados a otros seres. Este proceso puede darse por distintos motivos, el contexto es el principal de ellos, pero como actualmente su raza está bajo el dominio de otra, esta característica ha sido modificada por estos a los que llaman amos. No perdieron la capacidad de vincularse, pero la habilidad se mantiene dormida, como si estuviese desactivada. Se desconoce que podría hacerla despertar y por lo tanto activar sus efectos pero se sospecha que era el cristal quien mantenía esta habilidad funcional.
En lo natural de estos seres nacen siendo asexuados y sin distinciones pronunciadas entre los unos y los otros, careciendo completamente de órganos particulares que marquen su sexo. Está claro decir que no conocen ni entienden sobre la palabra género y lo que esta abarca. Siguiendo la línea sobre el desarrollo natural esperado, suelen inclinarse por un sexo u otro alrededor de los 16 años y a partir de ahí se vuelven fértiles y capaces de reproducirse con aquellos que hayan desarrollado el sexo opuesto. Dicho proceso naturalmente solía darse de forma aleatoria, aunque generalmente coincidiendo con desarrollar el sexo opuesto al de la pareja con la que el Predicte hubiese desarrollado sentimientos afectivos. Claramente, como todo proceso, esto ha tenido sus fallas, pero no por eso les ha impedido a parejas del mismo sexo juntarse y convivir sin la necesidad de reproducirse.
En la actualidad dicho cambio, entiéndase como desarrollo del sexo en estos seres, no ocurre. Debido al aislamiento y la nula necesidad de reproducirse nunca terminan de desarrollar aquello que los vuelve aptos para la reproducción. Esto no quita que eventos específicos puedan terminar desencadenando este cambio en cualquier otra edad. Este cambio es uno que dura varios días y no es nada agradable para dicho individuo. En la zona se abre una herida que, dependiendo la elección inconsciente de sexo, terminará cicatrizando hacia adentro o descendiendo hacia afuera para luego sanar del todo. Es importante el reposo y el cuidado durante el tiempo que esto pueda durar ya que es cuando mas expuestos se encuentran a enfermar de gravedad por lo expuesto de sus tejidos.
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[SPECIALZ_Hello Zepp_remix.mp3 intensifies]
#the amount of effort i put into a silly shitpost art 😭#“it's just bathroom trap” shhhh that doesnt sound catchy 😌#the hand signs are supposed to be puppets skskks i had to explain im sorry#who will win the king of curses or the jigsaw killer#saw#saw 2004#jigsaw#John kramer#jujutsu kaisen#domain expansion#jjk#saw fanart#saw memes#jjk fanart#jjk memes#sawposting#saw franchise#jigsaw apprentice#adam stanheight#lawrence gordon#billy the puppet#motherdanger art
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tried to do a little tracing piece of the fallen angel by alexandre cabanel with grantaire because.... idk apparently tracing helps your art?? anyways, yeah 👍
#idk if i'm satisfied with it but. here. have it.#i referenced kyle adams specifically. and uh. yeah that's all i can say#the hair came out a bit too dark and... well i won't say bad things rn but. it's certainly a thing i traced. for practice#am i allowed to post this?? probably right. the original was public domain & it was just for practice#it's fine. anyways#i guess i'll tag this. -_-#les mis#grantaire#anyways. i have other things i really gotta do so... bye
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I want Claude Frollo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame in Hazbin Hotel. The book is public domain so he could show up.
Frollo would be a foil to both Charlie and Adam. Like Charlie, he seeks Heaven, but for selfish reasons, believing he was wrongly sent to Hell. While Charlie has a redemptive goal, Frollo thinks he doesn't need to be redeemed. Like Adam he's prideful, sexist and slaughters demons but went to Hell and slaughters his own kind because of his holier than though attitude. Also Frollo's more mature than both.
Frollo's trying to lead a Church in Hell would be funny. He claims to save demons, but in reality he's just trying to prove himself to Heaven. His sermons would switch between praising angels and cursing them for his 'unjust' damnation. Alastor would go to be amused by Frollo's failure and would be one of the few who actually goes.
#claude frollo#frollo#thond#hunchback of notre dame#the hunchback of notre dame#victor hugo#character foils#charlie morningstar#charlie hazbin hotel#hazbin charlie#hazbin hotel charlie#adam hazbin hotel#hazbin adam#hazbin hotel adam#alastor the radio demon#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel alastor#public domain#what is this a crossover episode#crossover#villain character#religious hypocrisy#angels and demons#hazbin hotel exorcists#hazbin hotel thoughts#hazbin hotel idea#hazbin hotel discussion#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin hotel hell
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Super self-indulgent little piece of writing I did laying out the guys from EE as a dungeons & dragons-style adventuring party, which I have just mailed to @heyjudelaw but figured I’d also share here if anyone cared hehehe
Central among them stands a dark-clad man who draws the eye almost instantly with his towering, statuesque height, and then keeps it, quite striking in appearance and countenance. His dark hair rakes back from a noble brow in an elegant widow’s peak, and with it, two smooth, sweeping devil’s horns, darker still–a tiefling, then, from some high elven stock but some of something else, deeper, infernal. The rake of his horns only serves to make him look even taller. He wears a long, crisp travellers’ coat, its shining buttons left undone along his front; it is perhaps black, perhaps only nearly black, effecting something more subtle and expensive than a stark blotch of pure pitch might in the dappled soft-focus light of the wood. Beneath it he sports no armor, merely a simple knit sweater with a high turtleneck, obscuring nearly all of his tanned skin. It is clear he does not need it: here in what should be at least three days’ rough travel from the edge of the wood, his clothes and slim boots show not a speck of dirt nor wear, and not a single strand of his smoothly coiffed hair falls out of place. Some sort of power beyond the material realm of the forest auras him–the only thing about him that is difficult to look at. Though his eyes are also dark, theirs is a warm, liquid darkness, speaking of more brightness and kindness than the rest of his striking presence might command.
At his side, another—perhaps maybe even tall as the tiefling man, but comporting himself such that he appears smaller, somehow stooped without stooping, his shoulders in an altogether different set. He is unmistakably elvish, though in a rare way of no clear high elf or wood elf bearing, his fine features and complexion betraying neither, his eyes clear but hooded and narrow, as though constantly peering into spaces deeper and further than the planes around him. The singular visage of an arcanist. This elven man is clad in soft cloaks of greys and tans, much more of a place in the wood than his tiefling companion seems to be; and belted around his waist and shoulders are a number of small, esoteric devices that he seems to touch and catalogue with a practiced, almost uncanny ease, finding one and implementing it immediately in almost the same deft, fluid motion. The casual movement of his dexterous hands belies the deep arcane complexity of the challenges they perform, mastered only after years or even decades of study—despite his unassuming appearance, his reputation has come to precede him. Surely this is the wizard Kaines.
Smallest among their number, but by no means slight, stands a man of a much more human bearing, though there lingers just enough in his bone structure and the cool piercing blue of his eyes to indicate some elven heritage within him as well, perhaps several generations back. Compared to his companions he seems almost nondescript by choice, with dark, close-cropped hair and a matching stubbled jaw flecked through with grey, and a posture of almost deliberate, calculated looseness, an alert mind and a keen gaze. He wears light and almost airy raiments, a diffuse shade of blue, as though of a white fabric dyed by hand to perfectly match his eyes, and their monotone palette seems—symbolic, representative of something, perhaps some order he has sworn himself to, or some other alliance beyond his traveling party. Despite the shaded cool of the forest, the shirtsleeves of this raiment are short, as though to give him the broadest and easiest range of motion. Mounted at his waist are a few small instruments of combat, blades and cudgels clearly designed for nimble swiftness rather than overpowering might, though his bared arms are corded with lithe muscle, that same loose but wary carriage.
At the front of the party—stepping forward—
Not the first of them to stand out and command attention, but the one who does so now with the greatest strength and tenacity, good gods, impossible to look away. Like his companion in blue, he appears mostly of human heritage, but whatever other ancestry lies in his blood is not that of his half-elven cohorts, but some more fey or bestial nature, some kobold or gnoll of some deep underforest, gleaming feral about his wild blue eyes, the unsettling too-clean sharpness of his teeth. His brows and the shadow of his jaw are dark, but his head of hair is bleached to blond by some caustic process or by some other clime’s blazing sun, a strange clash, at home in his strange whole. His broad body is clad in textured, dark black underleathers, a wicked pitch-black breastplate and greaves, all underneath some sweeping sleeveless cloak or priory tabard—mist-grey and somber, at its surface, but seeming to ripple with a frisson of hellfire orange and magenta when the woodland breeze catches it, there one moment and vanished the next, preternatural and alarming as the rest of the man himself. Whatever vestments these are that he wears, nothing of the divine realms has lain touch to them. His power, compelling and captivating as has ever graced this wood, stems from something oppressive, ancient, and fathomlessly dark, till it nearly clouds the air around him. Against its weight he seems almost illumined by compare.
And so bidden, you approach the crossroad…
#everything everything#fanfic#(sort of. tagging it that for my own archival purposes anyway lol)#for anyone who cares their classes/subclasses are:#jeremy: divine soul sorcerer + college of eloquence bard#alex: archivist artificer + college of lore bard#mike: college of valor bard + way of the kensei monk#jon: college of whispers bard + order domain cleric#ADAM (all drummers are monks)#this has been a post#happy valentines#no regrets ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#e e
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Super Mario Bros. 2 fanart by Adam Koppol.
#adam koppol#akopart#super mario#super mario bros 2#princess toadstool#princess peach#grass domain#nintendo
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a young mr.e from that story of mine abt reincarnated gods. as the judeo-islamic-christian god, he was one of the original "architects" and "models" of the human form [to give you an idea, other architects in this circle include brahma, prometheus, ra, and mbombo. theyre the "creator" gods, the makers of Something Important, whether that be Everything or just Mankind]
adam acted as one of the models [of which there were a few, including other gods not part of the architects circle. for variety neh] for the human form using a simplified version of his True one, but it's still got some details that didnt quite appear in the final cut, for lack of a better term
#doodles#adam. e#oc adam. e#palingenesis#yay! a working title!!!!!!#a lot of this stuff is still very much in development#but the idea of the gods existing in Categories and working as a collective to create everything slash manage their domains is smth#thats been there from the start
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I also know in my heart that the very first thing Sam did when Jack arrived in the bunker was to pawn off all his bunker chores to Jack under the guise of, "Dean respects eFfOrT."
(We see that Sam is also a dreaded dishes-dryer in Lebanon.)
When Jack gets an apron, Sam celebrates in his heart of hearts. Mission accomplished.
#sam + chores#the bunker kitchen#dean + kitchen#the kitchen is where the love is stored#dean/cas + the kitchen#important familial conversations happen in the kitchen#kitchen as parental domain#jack & dean + the kitchen#dean + caretaking#dean + hearth of the home#spn last holiday#spn jeremy adams#spn 15x14#the bunker#sam + odd man out#sam + would rather be librarying
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Ansel Adams – The Tetons and the Snake River
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Tritones
Esta raza ha permanecido oculta, y aun lo hace, en las profundidades mas oscuras e inexploradas de Adamant. A medida que la sociedad y las tecnologías fueron desarrollándose el enfoque fue puesto en explorar los confines exteriores de Adamant, olvidando por completo que podría existir allí abajo donde las razas terrestres aún no han puesto interés. Los tritones tomaron aquello como ventaja, optando de esta forma permanecer escondidos y, de igual forma, vivir en paz lejos de todas esas guerras y disputas en las que el resto de las razas parece querer participar.
Su esperanza de vida no supera los 600/650 años y, debido a las condiciones en las que viven, son muy resistentes al frio y no requieren de la luz solar para vivir. Comen peces y plantas adoptando una dieta más bien herbívora y no pueden sobrevivir sin comer por más de diez días. En la antigüedad solían alimentarse de carne, ya sea humana o de otra especie, pero con el afán de mantenerse ocultos, las sociedades bajo los vastos mares de Adamant llegaron al acuerdo de cesar dicho consumo. Cuando envejecen sus cuerpos van perdiendo la pigmentación, tornándose completamente blancos hasta alcanzar la hora de perecer.
Cuando los tritones cumplen entre los 18 y 20 años suelen estar ya listos para empezar sus tareas reproductivas, es algo social y natural para ellos tener muchísimos hijos a lo largo de sus vidas, llegando a dejar hasta cien tritones como descendencia directa. La forma que tienen para reproducirse es similar a la de otros peces y animales marinos, esta raza no posee sexos ya que todos los individuos generan huevos y a la vez tienen la capacidad de fertilizarlos. No son asexuales ya que, a pesar de poder poner huevos y a su vez fertilizarlos, no pueden hacerlo con sus propios huevos, deben mezclarse sí o sí con otro tritón.
En apariencia la característica mas destacable son sus colas, a veces mas largas y otras mas cortas, de gran variedad de colores y texturas. La piel de estos seres es mas bien escamosa y está preparada para sobrevivir tanto en agua dulce como salada. Suelen tener los ojos de un único color ya que la pupila no se diferencia del iris, sus dientes son puntiagudos y bastante afilados, preparados para desgarrar hasta los huesos de sus presas.
Al abandonar el agua son capaces de transformar sus cuerpos para asemejarse a los humanos, perdiendo las colas y transformándola en un par de piernas. Suele ser algo muy traumático para un tritón la primera vez que esto ocurre, ya que naturalmente harán la transición si están mucho tiempo fuera del agua. Cuando esto ocurre se adaptan de forma similar, pero siguen manteniendo ciertos aspectos que los diferencian y los hacen únicos. Es factible que no todas las escamas desaparezcan o se caigan al cambiar, así como el color de sus ojos y aquellos dientes con excesivo filo. Son infértiles en ese estado y a la vez, son hermafroditas adquiriendo ambos sexos total o parcialmente.
Los tritones pueden ser convertidos en vampiros sin perder sus características originales, más si la forma en la que se alimentan ya que pasarían a necesitar de la sangre de otros seres para sobrevivir. Aunque, dicha transformación, no siempre se da correctamente y hay posibilidades de que el tritón fallezca en medio de proceso.
Las leyendas sobre los cánticos que atraían marineros no son del todo falsas, las cuerdas vocales de los tritones emiten ondas especiales y cuando estos lo desean pueden liberarlas para hipnotizar a todos los oyentes, incluso los de su propia especie. Con un beso son capaces de adormecer a su presa, en su saliva yace cierto veneno que actúa como anestesia dejando a quien entre en contacto con ella bastante flojo y adormecido.
A pesar de ser algo que tienen terminantemente prohibido, ha habido a lo largo de la historia algunos tritones que escaparon de las profundidades para convertir sus vidas en una mucho más terrestre que marina. Claro que el secreto sigue siendo guardado por aquellos pocos que lo conocen, aunque la duda siempre acecha ¿Cuánto tiempo más podrán seguir escondidos?
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Yona’s great, i love the confirmation that there are other Zora domains out there (as there should be, Hyrule is one kingdom, the entire Zora population isn’t gonna be centralised there - the genetic diversity would be horrendous)
#adam plays totk#i'm guessing the healing power is either a) a thing all Zora royals can do or b) something Zora from Yona's domain can do#and that's where Mipha and Sidon's mother is from#which might be the more likely explanation because Yona and her two companions are both also doing the sludge purification thing
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"Who are you?"
"I am the last living representant of a forgotten species. One that exists outside of time and space, writing the pages of the book without ever being a character."
"No, that's not what I mean. Who are you?"
"I am Time's first whim that turned against him. I am timeless and out of space, and none of those magics affect me. I am an immortal that will never feel the weight of age. I am someone who doesn't even know if he has a birth, and who isn't born can't die."
"This is what you are. I asked who you are."
"Who I am is what I am."
"You are everything but your function in this world."
"Then who am I supposed to be?"
"..."
"Am I supposed to be the deadbeat dad that left to suffer all of his children, time after time after time? Am I the one who brought into a world that is and isn't hers my biggest mistake and my only treasure, what was left of a wife I wasn't even supposed to have? Am I the father that had to watch his son hurt, violate, kill his sister, my own daughter, without doing anything, because it was too late to ever undo my mistake? Am I the one who can't fight because whoever watches over the world can't ever be part of it?"
"..."
"If not that what am I supposed to be, Death? The coward who ran away hiding behind excuses? The idiot who let his friends die? The fool who believed since his heart was beating and his blood running, he was able yo live the life every other species take for granted, thus dooming an entire world?"
"You are the one that gave to the world a name that pulled it to salvation."
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"You are the man that understood more the weight I carry than any god. You are someone who tried as much as he could to balance your wants and the world's needs before the needs took away your entire being. You are the pillar behind the universe's whole stability and you're assuming this role being so mortal at your core. You are the victim of a farce that hurt so many people around you."
"..."
"You are Kage Frosilæn. You are the one I love."
#hel is talking#hel ocs#lysara#lysara ibruael#hel stories#hel writing#I had Thoughts about Kage and the end of the campaign didn't help#I wonder what a chat between Kage and Rag after this would look like.#for info after the campaign I tweaked Kage's lore : he now possesses a special form of the Infinite Domain#that allows him to exist outside of space-time and see what his choices at any given time would have as a consequence#theoretically he could cast Gates of Infinity#he just choses not to and his omniscience is limited to immediate future except if intense concentration#he can't predict paradoxes anymore (Adam for example)
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more woman of the woods threads!!!! more finding urself in a strange wilderness that bends to some unknown force and is guarded by a lone woman u never see, and then stumbling upon a house….
#thank u…#gotta talk abt how eve owns the woods Literally; quite like how biblical eve (and adam…) owned the domain#and existed alongside it.#(i am probs twisting the story a bit but!)
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The World of Fantasy 灵域 (2021) | Episode 8
#The World of Fantasy#Fan Cheng Cheng#Qin Lie#Nie Zi Hao#Du Shao Yang#Episode 8#Cdrama#Fan Chengcheng#Nie Zihao#Spiritual Domain#Ling Yu#Spiritual Realm#Spirit Realm#靈域#Adam Fan
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