#The silver herald

[christophimer]

uno cards

A bunch of artworks of some of my characters for a set of Uno cards I'm making with friends.

Top row:

A representation of the 'two ladies', two divine sisters that embody opposites and are the main religion of Fin-es-mal.

Morrowmin Colt. Son and secretary to a powerful spirit known as 'the queen of all'. Half human Tall tall silly man who flits about the place.

Thomas Linn. Little immortal puritan man. Technically the true king of Sā-foer and kind of Hymire's wars.

2nd row

Hymire Hymire. Evil little vampire/bird thing who's powers stem around life/blood - and the pain of it (very nature red in tooth and claw energy). Delights in tormenting people and showing off how clever he is.

the silver herald. Part of the living statues of the earthen court. Self proclaimed righteous/moral/good person who tends to be protective over humans

the giant Yā-minteria, warlord type figure who likes fighting and all that and her husband (tiny moth man) Alithanthus.

3rd row

Conrad - one of Yā-minteria's two sons. Grumpy and proud prince who got his eye stabbed out by his brother and now can't do much magic

Daltin Keen. Serious faced eccentric wizard who thinks too much and not at all at the same time.

Robert Finch. Royal wizard to Fin-es-mal and nervous serious large eyed man who is way too stressed about most things

4th row

Bewarice Wren. A small and determined minded child who gains her confidence due to her isolated upbringing

Jaski and iolnus. A fire spirit and a weird forest man who are looking after bewarice for the time being. Possibly only they understand what they're saying half the time

Lacey Cotingir. Sweet voiced stubborn Noble woman who would fight a bear unarmed if you let her.

Last row

Faibius Cotingir. Wizard to the crown and general soppy sort of fellow. Will not think badly of anyone and is eternally sad that he cannot be friends with everyone.

Misenbough Hareing. Faibius' much older sister. Very much a force of nature within the family (in many ways everyone does what she says) very anxious and maybe overbearing but well intentioned

(Edward) Harrolds Hareing. Deeply wry and sarcastic man who talks in a really sinister drawl. Currently staying at his brother's (Westrowe) house he mainly hangs out with misenbough and often acts as her right hand man.

[ungoliantschilde]

the Herald and the Devourer, by Paul Pope.

[sev-stims]

JOIN MY GLORIOUS EVOLUTION.

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[sesamenom]

Reverse Gondolin Tyelpe!

outfit inspired by this post by @thelien-art

[lostburgerprince]

you can't "just add a few codexes". you have to write those codexes. you have to write them in the proper voice and style and so it doesn't just fit ONE specific person's worldstate but anyone who also may have made the same decision as them. (you might even have to write multiple variations of the SAME CODEX to account for gender/race/class/romance) you have to edit them. you have to decide where those codexes are going to appear. you have to put them somewhere where people who want to read them will find them. you have to program them showing up. you have to flag it so it only shows up in sPECIFIC versions of the game. (because god forbid it doesn't and breaks someone else's immersion) you have to bug test that. you have to hope it still works when it ships.

and after all that the people complaining might still pick up said codex and close out the window immediately. or run past it entirely and complain that they made a selection in the worldstate that never paid off.

and then you've just spent all that time fleshing out something that's just a small nod to a very small percentage of players. time you could have spent on the current plot or companions. time you could have spent on making *active* decisions matter. these things can easily take up weeks or months like you wouldn't fucking believe.

[vertigoartgore]

Galactus and his herald the Silver Surfer by Matías Bergara (2023).

[simplegenius042]

WIP Moodboard/Wednesday, Last Line and First Picrew

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WIP Wednesday for my Unnamed FC5 Omegaverse WIP, Moodboard for my Doki Doki Literature Club WIP You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!, Last Lines for my Wednesday WIP Word Of Woe and a picrew of Silva during Christmas. Enjoy under the cut:

Another snippet for the FC5 Omegaverse WIP, with Silva trying to live her life in relative peace as a junior deputy and contributing member to society. And yet she can't even have that at a public barbecue when Eden's Gate crash it. Read below: [CW: Minor subtle discrimination in the context of Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, mostly towards Beta dynamics like Silva here (there's more in the full scene but here it's just like maybe once, or two if you count John ignoring Silva's obvious signs of 'leave me alone'. Also John harassing Silva, but what else is new]:

Silva really just wanted to fill up her plate with some nutritional food in peace and without an alpha poking his nose into her business for whatever reason.

She was unsure what his game was; could he be trying to determine if she was an omega? She understood that some omegas took a variation of suppressants that masked their scent as similar to betas, if only to deter certain alphas.

Although the suppressants were often effective, it didn't take much to discern the difference between an omega using suppressants and a regular beta. A beta's scent was far stronger than that of a suppressant's scent, though Silva guessed that wasn't common knowledge.

That or she had a better sense of smell than most betas. Which she didn't disqualify as an option.

"Invited by friends," Silva answered curtly, gesturing to where she saw her co-workers last, "Thought I'd socialize a bit."

His scent was throwing her off. Not because it was like an oregano herb, unlike the homely, comforting scent of basil and parsley that Paul had, but because he seemed familiar. Intrusive as well.

"Funny you should say that," the alpha, John, replied with a confident grin, "I've seen you avoiding more people than talking to them."

She glanced into his blue eyes; his smug glint irked her. She rolled her eyes as she replied, "That's because I'm done socializing."

She moved down, away from the alpha, and reached for the chicken ceasar salad to add to her plate; to compliment the chops that were already present. As she began topping it, her unwanted and persistent conversationalist filled the gap between them and asked, "So what is it you do around here?"

Silva's brows knitted together as she gave him an annoyed glance, stating, "I made it very clear I was done talking."

John chuckled, "No need to be so tart, my dear. Besides, I think you do want to talk."

Silva paused when she heard what he said; there was a tone within his words that rung sharply in her head, a growl that commanded obedience. To an omega, it'd be something to fear or respect; an effective deterrent towards refutes. To her though, it was something that grated at her nerves, like a man-child loudly demanding he get his way.

But it also sounded so damn familiar.

She looked at him with a burning glare that seemed to surprise him; like he hadn't prepared for his alpha voice to fail.

"I would be inclined to talk if I choose to," Silva asserted, adding, "And if you use that voice of yours on me again, you will regret it."

Despite the warning, John seemed more intrigued than anything else, putting on a friendly smile. Which bothered Silva immensely.

Her dissatisfaction only furthered when he replied, "My apologies. I wasn't too sure if you were actually a beta. I'm sure you're aware how omegas believe they have to hide themselves with your scents... a shame really."

Silva gazed at John with a stoic expression that contradicted with the bafflement she felt. One moment he was acting like a persistent sleaze and the next he's suddenly chummy with her after finding out that, yes, she is in fact, a beta.

She chose the last of her toppings for the chicken ceasar salad before walking away from him. Silva didn't grace him with a goodbye, just left him to fill up his plate.

However, in spite of this, he persisted in pestering her.

"Hold on now, you still haven't answered my question," he unhelpfully informed her as he followed after her.

Silva gripped the cutlery in her hand, repeating the mantra, It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill a person without reasonable cause. It's illegal to kill-

It wasn't as helpful as she thought it would be.

[Silva to John, in some other AU probably: "In all timelines. In all possibilities. Only you... can show me how fucking annoying a person can be." If anyone understands this edited reference, I'll let you know I liked the season. Didn't love it, but it was still very good despite the high expectations]

Last Line for Word Of Woe, which is a WIP for Wednesday post-Season 1 set in the Life, Despair & Monsters series, where Wednesday Addams returns to Nevermore to unravel a new mystery; who the in the Nine Hells is bold enough to stalk her? Here she sees the introduction of Nevermore's new botany teacher:

When the teacher entered, Wednesday noted his appearance; he wore a dark blue suit that would have been better for a Gala than a school, with his dark hair and eyes, short stature, and the ridiculous Breton cap he adorned on his head didn't help her judgement of him. There was a skip in his step, with a jolly smile that sickened Wednesday.

He also held a cane in his hand, the handle like a bulbous doorknob. She wondered if he's ever caved in a skull with that.

However, her eyes narrowed when she realized something; she's seen him before. Earlier in the courtyard, playing what she presumed to be chess with a crowd of students around him and his opponent.

Moodboard for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! is a WIP for DDLC, where Monika and her friends find themselves in the real world, with only Monika able to remember the things she did while in the game, and as a result the guilt too. She also gets used to actually living and while she does want to do just that, she can't help but notice a few... contradictions to her new reality.

And below is the first ever picrew of Silva Omar. It... certainly is a close encapsulation of how I picture Silva (second to her faceclaim Mina El Hammani). Although she usually has her hair done up in one braid tail that stays behind her. But this is as close as I could get to her hair undone. Here she is attempting to commit to the Christmas joy. Could either be celebrating at Elsa's lodge (which would explain the undone hair (plus the sweater) as Silva didn't do up her hair until after Persephone's death...) or at a co-workers home or something akin to that for a party (which would explain the false joy and tired look as Silva is generally like that because of her insomnia and night terrors plus putting up a front to hide her grief for this particular month... though post-Persephone's death, Silva would be spending her time alone at her residence because, well, this is the month her sister die and Christmas is literally Elsa's birthday so...). Anyway image below:

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COMMISSION ARTISTS: Jim Lee (@JimLee) & Benjamin Sawyer (2020)

FEATURING: Galactus & the Silver Surfer

[mudpuddless]

Stablemaster and Castle Steward OCs ft. baby Halt for my King Halt AU

[bringbackwendellvaughn]

[sharnefarn]

[ungoliantschilde]

the Devourer and his Herald in black and white

Jean “Moebius” Giraud

John Byrne

Paul Pope

Eduardo Risso

Jim Lee, with Inks by Scott Williams

Claudio Castellini

the late, great John Paul Leon

Adam Kubert

James Stokoe

Mike Zeck. In pencil.

[vincentvega0721]

Heralds Of Galactus

[kvalenagle]

I was searching the upstairs closet for a lightbulb and I came across what is basically the "lgbtqia+ Millennial who likes to read starter pack." Gotta say, I didn't realize I still had any Silver Gryphon t-shirts left. Takes me back to being a teenager =]

[randomwriteronline]

Sound and Light

subtitled (since Krakua is albino and Takanuva is melanic):

[vertigoartgore]

2019's Silver Surfer: Black Vol.1 #1-5 covers by artist Tradd Moore and colourist Dave Stewart.