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Orr Agg R'orr Takes Aim
STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace
#Star Wars#Episode I#The Phantom Menace#Tatooine#Boonta Eve Classic#podrace#Canyon Dune Turn#Orr Agg R'orr#Tusken Raider#Sand People#blood spitter#warrior spine#filtering sand mask#scope#cycler rifle#protective eye lens
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also on the topic of shit I make then never post.
#left 4 dead#left 4 dead 2#just shabby pen doodles because I havent(at that point in time aka two months ago)#hadnt drawn l4d characters in a while#slight blood warning#do I wanna tag all the characters?...... hm#l4d smoker#l4d hunter#l4d boomer#l4d tank#l4d charger#l4d jockey#l4d witch#l4d spitter#l4d bill#l4d zoey#l4d louis#l4d francis#l4d2 coach#l4d2 rochelle#l4d2 ellis#l4d2 nick#hunter's art
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⚠️slight flashing toward the end
Curtain call-esque tribute because I said so <3 plus stills of the full illustrations under the cut
#left 2 chill#be more chill#dear evan hansen#the goodbye song#connor murphy#evan hansen#brooke lohst#chloe valentine#christine canigula#michael mell#alana beck#jenna rolan#jared kleinman#rich goranski#jake dillinger#zoe murphy#jeremy heere#tw blood#flashing#tw body horror#special infected#l4d tank#l4d witch#l4d hunter#l4d smoker#l4d boomer#l4d2 spitter#l4d2 jockey#l4d2 charger#tw gun
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You know what, this is fine.
I can work with this.
It ruins some of my torture of the old man, but it's alright because it gives me a chance to let his husband torture him sooner.
Which is great.
Granted my cross-over plans will have to wait until a later book, but that'll be fine. I don't have Ash's personality fleshed out anyway.
#writing rambles#bloodhound#also lucient going on a cruise with a weird mage he's treating like a classic vampire thrall/familiar is amusing#'shut up and fetch me my parasol'#'why does this carriage look like a cat? i will not ride inside a cat'#'i do not abide heights we are sailing'#'what do you mean no sailing? cruise ships? those fetid smoke spitters full of rich tasteless blood...it better have a library'#he's so snooty and cold when he's not around his treasure
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heyyyy Zari, I love your writing! It got me curious, which one of the bluelock boys do you think is the biggest freak in bed? and I mean like nasty, blood, spit, sweat n all? :D
*cracks knuckles* helloooo nonnie beloved akjfhsak i am so sorry i kept this in my inbox for so long but thoughts have been thunked
bllk's nastiest and messiest
cw: fem reader, spit, blood play (v light), cum play, watersports, impact play (v light as well)
ryusei takes 1st place hands down,, is anyone even surprised though? there's barely anything this man doesn't want to try - especially with a pretty little thing like you! once he has you, there's no going back, so you better give him a heads up if you're not in the mood for anythin crazy </3 cause he WILL lose his mind as soon as he gets his hands on you.
a v messy kisser, has his tongue all down your throat, lets you suck on his and is more than happy to give you the same treatment. bites on your bottom lip until the skin breaks, licks into your mouth until there's a faint trace of red on his tongue. a spitter, but he'd rather have you spitting in his mouth instead - loves to see you getting all flustered when he asks you to c'mon angel, lemme taste ya. eats you out until his tongue hurts and jaw slacks, all soaked w your juices. does this thing when he just lets his tongue hang out when you squirt </3 drinks it all right up, ignores your hands pushing away at his head. gets hard all over again when he goes down on you right after he's just spilled himself all up your cunt and laps at his cum seeping out of u :( moans like a bitch, he knows it's nasty but frankly, he doesn't care. (like i said, it riles him up even more.) may i also suggest... watersports..... both ways if you're up for it, but as mentioned before, there's nothing that gets him going so rabid like seeing you all embarrassed n teary eyed. so best believe ryu will ignore your whimpers and squeals on how you've gotta go pee - more so, he will go the extra mile to angle either his hips or fingers just right and press down on your tummy too :( nasty nasty nasty nasty. there's nothing he wouldn't do to you.
rin obviously makes the list as well and i don't take any criticism on this. we've seen him in the u20 game. mans is FILTHY and doesn't care whether he's drooling all over himself or not - once he gets into it, he's gone <3 doesn't need that much to lose it either, give him the right look, a sloppy kiss or two and he's a goner. grabs and smacks every part of you he reaches, kneads at your flesh until there's bruises forming - it's not like he's got a proper thing for it, he just really cannot control it - and probably groans all about it even more than you do. literally fucking forgets to swallow when he's having his way w you, give it a few minutes of making out and he's all slobbered up. forces your mouth open when he fucks you, thumb pushing your tongue down on your chin so that he can spit on it whenever he likes :( always urges you into the shower to clean up right after you're done cause there's like a lil pool of saliva on your sternum or tummy lol he literally drools. isn't embarrassed at all though </3 doesn't mind cumplay either, makes out w you right after you've sucked him dry just to spit it right back into your awaiting mouth. honorable mentions: choking (cause it gets you all teary, face wet w tears and tongue lolled out so that you can get some air in) and last but not least,, licking (needs to have all of you all at once - groans as he tastes the salt on your skin when he licks up your neck)
bachira!!! ohhh he's insane he really is !!!!!!!! loves loves looooooooves cumplay it gets him going like nothin else i am telling you. cums in his pants untouched or either from grinding down into the bed as he eats you out, laughs all breathily when he pulls out. y'make me so messy, pretty girl. wan' you to clean me right up, yeah? loses his mind when you peel his boxers back and, indeed, lick him clean - all while glancing up at him, wide eyed and just as desperate. i do think megs doesn't really last that long in one go - he's just so needy all of the time, gets riled up really quick - BUT he bounces right back, so don't fret!!! he WILL be giving you multiple rounds. and you already know what it means :( yeah. by the time he's done, you can barely keep yourself up on your knees, limp and trembling, with your face painted white. there's milky, thin streaks of cum all over your lashes, probably somewhere in your hairline as well,, and meguru makes sure to rub his tip all ll over your pouty and reddened lips to smear it around. he has so much to give you and makes sure he never holds back :( hah, you're just s'cute like that, baby. you like bein' my messy girl?
#✧.* ✉ zari’s mail#blue lock smut#bllk smut#shidou ryusei smut#itoshi rin smut#bachira meguru smut#ryusei shidou smut#rin itoshi smut#meguru bachira smut#honorable mention; oliver aiku ( cause he is just. so fun to be with.. is always up to try somethin new w u. doesn't care if it's messy )#rin my love#ryusei >_<#bachira <3
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Miscellaneous animals of my dnd setting.
Yakybara show up a lot in my old sketches from before the campaign started, but they were never actually named (unless they had a name in a conlang I made up and forgot haha). A lot of my worldbuilding projects start with drawings or creature designs.
Purpure Squirrels are basically just Indian giant squirrels with a different pattern. I saw a picture of them once and the concept of purple squirrel immediately cemented itself as A Thing™ in my world.
Eekees are shapechangers that can shift between the form of a silver-furred monkey with horns and a that of a similar-looking eagle. They live in small groups of 4-12 individuals, and they are typically found in forests and near steep cliffs where they nest and hunt. They are warm-blooded, omnivorous egglayers.
Narashi cats are medium-sized wild cats similar to caracals, but with patterns and elements borrowed from like every cat ever. They get their name from their habitat, the Narashi desert. They are also called sock paw cats.
Winter singers are birds native to the Land of Winter in the Feywild, and they serve an archfey called Lady Wintersong as her spies and messengers to her warlocks. The females are nearly indistinguishable from blackbirds, while the males have a more distinct look with long, oddly-shaped, green tail feathers.
Giant spitter lizards, misleadingly also called rainbow dragons (they are not dragons in the fantasy sense of the word), are large marine reptiles that can spew blobs of acid. Their main hunting strategies include trapping their aquatic prey on land and holding their land-dwelling prey underwater. They rarely spew acid when hunting, but will do so to secure a large kill or when they feel threatened.
#art#creature design#worldbuilding#artists on tumblr#creature art#digital art#clip studio paint#sketch#drawing#fantasy animals
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Can you do a NSFW alphabet for Cicero? I love your writing 💕
` 𖤓 . . . NSFW ALPHABET: CICERO.
Thank you very very much!!
Remember as always, most likely not proofread so if any mistakes please make a note of it and I will change it. :p
18+ only. Sexual content ahead, minors dni!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
You've seen how well he takes care of the Night Mother. Don't expect any less for his beloved listener. He will worship the ground you walk on, kisses along your skin, gently washing you, he does your hair how you like it, he even has special creams and lotions made (by himself) for you, which he uses during these types of times of intimacy. He's so devoted and sweet.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His: his hands. They're very talent in more ways than one and his longer fingers are quite useful. If you get what I'm saying. ;)
Yours: everything. Your body, your voice, the way you breathe. Literally everything.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Lol. He's a dirty bastard, just like when it comes to blood, he likes it messy. The clean up job after sex is seen as a job. He loves to prove to you how you make him feel, and he does. Very well.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's stolen items of yours over time, even way before you two were a thing. You realised you were missing underwear more and more, Cicero loves to quickly swipe them when you aren't looking and uses them as material to pleasure himself with. As I said, he's been doing this for ages now. So he won't tell you because then you'll realise how long.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I'd say half n half. He's not had sex with a village full of people but he definitely has more than two on his body count. He has quirks and a unique way of showing love sexually so 'do they know what they're doing' is down to you and if you like the way he does it. But he does, he's a devoted pleaser - with an abstract form of love.
(Does that even make sense??)
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)
Any is fair game, as long as you're comfortable he's good to go. He does like missionary because he likes to have his hands and lips all over you, he's also a biter and a choker so he likes access to your neck and chest.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Goofy in his own way. He's weird, we know this. His version of dirty talk isn't the usual but it's still so good. I think because of his unserious nature this man can shock you with his ability to use his jester-ish ways in a sexual context in an actual sexy way.
(I seriously don't know how to word this any other way)
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
I don't see him as a hairy person at all. I see Cicero to have very sparse hair, his skin is always silky smooth. So even if he wanted the carpet to match the drapes he doesn't have a lot of luck in that area.
As for you, this man believes you are a literal god(dess), he doesn't give a flying fuck. As long as he can touch and please you, he doesn't care.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Yes and no. He's fun. He's not too romantic but he's fun! He likes to bite, grab, squeeze, have you as close to him as possible. He's definitely a spitter too, he finds that intimate.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Yeah, a lot. He's always ready for you. Hence why he steals your items a lot. If he can't have you, he'll just think of you instead. He's definitely a frustrated masturbator, he's needy and needs more, so he often asks you to help him because his imagination alone doesn't always replicate reality, obviously.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Blood: we saw this coming. He loves it. Whether it's yours, his, someone else's. He doesn't care. Lick it off him, he's harder than dragon bones. Definitely the type to consume each others as a sign of devotion too.
Knife: once again. We knew. He's always so gentle because he doesn't want to scar you. No, he couldn't do that to you. Its his job to protect you from real damage do he'd never be the one to do it. But he does like to especially hold it to your throat as he fucks you from behind, telling you that you're his. And his only.
Body worship: will literally go from head to toe, kisses, licks, bites. The lot. His hands all over you. Spending time to literally worshipping your body. He loves giving you full body massages, hearing you groan out as his hands works on your skin literally makes him sick with lust.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Anywhere. This man is feral. He'd fuck you in front of the whole tavern if you'd let him. He has no shame. But he loves to do it in the bath, he loves the wet skin to skin contact.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Show him your ass and he's on his knees ready. That's all. That explains it.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing where he really hurts you, as I mentioned. Against what others believe, all because of what he's like with others, he treats you completely different.
To him you're like porcelain and he'd do anything to protect you, even from himself.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Call me disgusting because he's the type to say, 'a period stops nothing but a sentence' type. If he wants to eat it he will. LMFAO. but in general, he loves it both ways. Loves to go for hours down on you, rubbing himself against the mattress to try and gain friction as he works his mouth on you.
He loves to push your head down, he loves to hear you gargle and choke on him. He doesn't last long when you do it, he whines and his legs shake because he's very sensitive.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Cicero.. slow? No. He's fast, he's rough but he's loving. The type to press kisses all over you as he literally fucks you into the mattress.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Lol I think he'd love them. Fooling around when you probably shouldn't be. It's like a game to him. See who can make who cum first, see if you get caught this time. He finds it fun.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
He's down to experiment everything. He's a curious person and is willing to give anything a go.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Lots. He lasts not soo long. As I said, he's sensitive but he can go quite a few rounds. He's a bundle of nerves and excitement so he recovers faster than most.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I think, yeah, he'd have them, to use on you and himself. It's all about pleasure and if he can amplify that pleasure for you both, he will.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Very. In a cruel way too. He will leave you hanging all day to finish what he started in the morning just to say he's too tired on a night to then have his hands playing with you as you try and sleep. He loves to ignore you as you hint until you're literally begging. But when you turn the tables he's a little whiny bitch.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He's loud, he moans and whines and groans and grunts. Everything. Especially when you suck him off. He cant contain it, you don't want him too either. He's definitely had to stuff something in his mouth before to shut him up.
W = Wild Card
He'd watch Nazir fuck you if you and he were both willing.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Around 7 (maybe +) inches and pretty thin, pink too xoxo. He's one of those skinny guys with the third leg that shocks you when you first see it.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Its high, a real dirty mf.
Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He doesn't sleep much so no, it'd take him awhile to go sleep after.
#skyrim x reader#elder scrolls x reader#skyrim headcanon#skyrim scenarios#skyrim x dovahkiin#elder scrolls skyrim#skyrim#elder scrolls#skyrim cicero x reader#cicero x reader#cicero skyrim#cicero
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Caelus hunkered down to eye level with Zhen, head place on his claws. Zhen couldn't help but to shuffle on his talons, wary.
“Afraid?” rumbled Caelus.
“Who wouldn't be freaked out?” Zhen frowned. “You're as tall as the tower. One bite and I'm a goner.”
A smile from the dragon, more like a display, revealing rows of sharp teeth that could crunch his bones in a mere snap. “Do try to stay on my good side then.”
“Duly noted. Who would have thought the Great Rayquaza had a funny side,” Zhen said dryly.
A rumble from the serpent as he extended a claw. “To explain the likes of Reiko to you, I must start from the origin. As I said, you are her incarnation.” A small tap on the surface of the mirror before them.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Incarnation?” A subtle glow from the mirror.
“Must I explain the likes of reincarnation to you as well?” The dragon raised a brow. “She is you yet she is not.” A cursory glance over the Ho-oh. “You share some of her plumage but not much else. You are clearly more cheeky and Reiko had an elegance you cannot compare to. That tongue of yours will get you into trouble.”
“Geez thanks. Not only do I suck at this, I'm ugly as well.”
“I never said you were not attractive.”
Zhen blinked. He certainly did not need to hear that.
Caelus continued as if nothing was wrong. “You lack the maturity and experience Reiko had garnered over the years. This is easily forgiven. You are still young, barely over four hundred but I expected you to retain some of her memories. This is what I have learnt from handling your elk.”
“You dealt with others then?”
The dragon closed his eye, vividly recollecting the one filled with zeal. “You all fall underneath my dominion as entities of the Sky. But none was as broken as you are. They had freedom in their hearts, a wild flame I would often have to temper before they would do something foolish. Your kind reminds me much of humans.
Your lot lives every second as if it is your last. Here and now. Your kind burns brightly, fire brimming with a renewing flame. But when your lives flicker out, you do so with a burst of fiery feathers and you become naught but ash.”
A swallow from the Ho-oh.
Caelus inhaled softly. “But from the ashes, a new life arises. Very few Ho-oh I have come across were small little things stumbling from the ash. I guide a nary few to a safe location. And I have met a few, older, whispering of a life before. This is what I expected from you but you tell me you have no memories to recall.”
A wistful look from the Ho-oh. “Nothing.” Now he wasn't sure if it was true. Since the first sighting of Susano, something has been stirring, a sort of restlessness formed inside his chest. It filled him with unease, the sensation coming to fore as his eyes focused on the likes of the mirror, “What's so special about this Reiko anyway?”
“She was the First.”
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The scene transformed within the mirror to reveal a younger, more slender Rayquaza gliding through the skies. In his prime, Caelus was largely unchallenged and reigned supreme of his dominion. Those who dared to cross paths with him lowered their heads in submission, hoping they would never attract Rayquaza’s attention.
But partially why he was here. He had sensed a new presence had entered upon his dominion. Strong, powerful. The blood in him boiled at the mere thought of another rising to strength and hadn't the nerve to approach him. His talons hooked, tuck close to his body, he descended from the cloud layer.
Lightning cracked through the sky, rain like sharp needles pelting against his scales only to helplessly sleek off his glistening scales. Caelus snarled, halting in his tracks as the wind picked to whip around him.
Manipulating his element?! The nerve!
A wave of the claw and the gale died down to a spitter. Lightning flashed once more, alighting the sky in a glittering flame; illuminating the ominous shadow rapidly descending upon the Rayquaza hidden deep in the cloud layer.
An eruption of roars as a Lugia collided with the Ray, fangs and claws tangled together as the dragons wrestled for dominance and position. Claws buffered against dense scales and feathers, neither drawing blood as they untangled to fly in skies.
Who is this?! What is this!?
He hadn't a moment to think, wheeling back as the Leviathan's maw snapped inches away from his neck.
A bright glow to Caelus’ eyes before he banked wide, delivering a whip of the tail to the Lugia's frame to allot space.
“That is enough!” roared Caelus, maw awide as yellow energy began to amass in his throat.
The Lugia mimicked the same, their eyes burning with the same intensity-
“Enough!”
A blur of golden and silver came from above. A heavy weight descended upon his form, clamping his maw shut. He came crashing into the earth, fractures splinting through for the force of their landing.
Humiliated, Caelus glared at the radiant Phoenix who stood over him, flanked by the Leviathan who battled him in the sky.
“Children! The both of you!” The Lugia hung his head at her high pitched shrill, recoiling from her shout. “I will not have you destroy the region because of your need for dominance!”
The Lugia muttered under his breath, avoiding the Phoenix’s gaze.
Baffled by the now cowardly nature of the Lugia, Caelus attempted to rise only to find himself thoroughly pinned by the Ho-oh as she sat on him.
“I am not done talking with you.” Lethal words from the Ho-oh that sent shudders down his spine.
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Fallout ocs pt.23
🌹💀 La Rosa 💀🌹
Full name: Selena Luciana Cruz
Age:
(2277 fallout 3) 14yrs
(2281, fallout nv) 18yrs
(2287, fallout 4) 24yrs
(2292) 29yrs
D.O.B: (Leo) July 28th, 2263
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: She/They/It (gender-fluid)
Height: 5’9
Weight: 150lbs
Species/Race: human Hispanic/latina (Mexican + Colombian) (blood seer)
Eyes: grey/ silver
Hair: black
Faction (main): The Vultures
Alliances: Jess, Shay & Wyvern, Mangle, Cartels (fear based),
Karma/Alignment: Neutral evil, Evil Karma
S.P.E.C.I.A.L-
Strength: 8
Perception: 14
Endurance: 16
Charisma:10
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 14
Luck: 8
🌹SKILLS/PERKS🌹
💀Skills:
Guns, Energy weapons, melee, Traps, survival, athletics, lockpick, pickpocket, sneak, steal
Perks:
💪Strength- 8
* Big leagues
* Armorer
* Blacksmith
* Heavy gunner
* Strong back
* Steady aim
* Basher
👁️ Perception- 14
* Pick pocket
* Awareness
* Locksmith
* Demolitions expert
* Night person
* Penetrator
* Concentrated fire
⛑️Endurance- 16
* Toughness
* Lead belly
* Life giver
* Chem resistant
* Aqua girl
* Rad resistant
* Adamantium skeleton
* Cannibal
* Ghoulish
* Solar powered
😎Charisma- 10
* Cap collector
* Black widow
* Lone wanderer
* Attack dog
* Animal friend
* Local leader
* Party girl
* Inspirational
* Wasteland whisperer
* Intimidation
🧠Intelligence- 7
* V.A.N.S.
* Medic
* Gun nut
* Hacker
* Scrapper
* Science!
* Chemist
🏃Agility- 14
* Gunslinger
* Commando
* Sneak
* Mister sandman
* Action girl
* Moving target
* Quick hands
* Blitz
🍀 Luck- 8
* Fortune finder
* Scrounger
* Bloody mess
* Better Criticals
* Critical banker
* Grim reaper’s sprint
💀Other Perks-
* Cherchez La Femme
* Super slam!
* Hunter
* Spray and Pray
🌹💀 RELATIONSHIPS 💀🌹
Friends: Jessica, Mangle, Dolores, Valentino, Spitter, Xavier,
Family: (mother) Camila S. Cruz, (father) Arturo Cruz
Enemies: too many
Lovers: Jessica (eddie’s oc)
#art#digital art#speedpaint#character design#fallout oc#fallout 4#fallout fanart#fallout#fallout 3#fallout new vegas#fallout New Mexico#fallout Mexico#fallout raider boss#fallout raider
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Ghost Kafka Attacks!
Mainly @sonicasura's idea, but I think maybe we have different philosophies? For one thing, I'm evil...
This got away from me again. Anyway, my thinking goes like this:
I modified certain details from Sonicasura's post. The main concept is the same: at 26 years old, Kafka throws his life away to protect his co-workers. Almost at the end of the day, they had been cleaning up a large plant-type Kaiju, whose pheromones attract a medium-sized insect-type Kaiju looking for food. The way the situation is described in the post makes me think: both of these are in the manga that I've only read bits and pieces of. So if that is the case, this is the same, but if not, I will explain. The invading Kaiju is like a wasp that eats nectar as well as insects and meat, and can fly. It can also spray its victims with sticky silk, like a spitter spider, but unlike a spitter spider, its sight might be much more acute.
The Kaiju is on top of them in no time at all, with the poor Sweepers shouting at one another to get down and hide. High probability of an imminent blood bath! Kafka, opportunistic as ever, covers himself in nectar from the plant Kaiju to turn himself into bait. He sprints out and away as fast as he can through the empty streets, aiming to lead it away from his crew and distract it long enough for the rest of the Monster Sweepers to hide or flee. In this regard, he is successful.
But the attacking Kaiju ensnares him in its silk.
He has plenty of time in that cocoon to contemplate his last moments while under the influence of the Kaiju venom. We can agree on some themes. It might be anger at himself for breaking his promise and getting himself killed, hoping everyone else got away in the end, fighting to go on or at least praying to be remembered, and desperately desperately begging Mina to forgive him for his failure. What frustrates me is I want something more. Something evil. But y'know, Kafka's flavor of wrath wouldn't be triggered in this situation for Reasons. Without having read the full manga, I guess I'm going with the so-simple-it's-stupid option: fight or flight. And I changed the mechanism for Kafka becoming the type of ghost he is, sorta. Anyway,
Kafka, having been killed through suffocation within a maddeningly painful venomous silk cocoon, is in a high state of stress that does not immediately abate, even after he killed his killer and sucked up its soul.
I don't know how he does that yet, so I'll skip it.
As he has no immediate purpose and has not yet regained the ability of abstract thought or other forms of higher thinking, Kafka wanders around, confused and in emotional pain, hugging himself. His previous agony was so intense, that I'm not sure what's going on in his mind in the immediate aftermath. Does he even know he's dead? On some level he likely does, but perhaps he is also having a temporary lapse in sanity, or suffering from delirium. In any case, he is instinctually looking for help of some kind, but doesn't know how to get it.
I like to think that once his spirit had emerged from the still-closed cocoon, he mostly resembled himself, right down to the white Monster Sweeper uniform on his apparition. Only also with piercing green irises, a dark aura over his form, and an odd, often fleeting, sickly sweet scent. There's a certain pained expression he made that seemed off-putting, but I can't describe it. Still dunno how he ate that thing.
But after consuming the Kaiju soul, his form became like a shadow puppet, still human in shape but the details are harder to make out. Now his eyes and mouth are a starkly-glowing green. His teeth are still currently flat, except occasionally fangy when he's really pissed off and about to eat someone. He transforms further the more kaiju he consumes, so he'll eventually get a full set of permanent sharpness, among other changes, such as: the shape of his body becoming serpentine except for his arms and face; his hair becoming more like fur in texture and running all down his spine so that the end of his tail blends fluff with smoke; the rest of his body developing hair that's very fine, dense and no more than one or two millimeters long, something like an agreeable velvet or one of my favorite sweaters; clawed fingers like talons, although I'd prefer his hands retain a more human shape, but human fingernails are quite fragile. But that's all later. For now, he looks like a human shadow.
The lingering sun, as it descends to dusk, has him feeling some kind of way when he's caught in its light. It doesn't hurt per se, but it's overwhelming for an already-overwhelmed man, and highlights the sensation of feeling physically insubstantial. Lower levels of ambient light help him feel a little more real. So he sticks to darker areas like alleys.
The Defense Force arrived at some point, only to find the wasp Kaiju already dealt with, and a cocoon that was the perfect size to house a human victim. Though, as is the case in the original post, they couldn't breach the cocoon's walls. And it, as well as the body inside, remained fresh even months later. I should explain that the freshness is a common idea in the stories I've read about Onryō, and not necessarily something the wasp Kaiju did.
At some point he has wandered across districts, slowly calming down. The occasional screams of other spirits who flee from him or turn away tend to startle him again. His reactions slowly change from wild fright in his delirium that has him running and crying from no threat at all, to seeking out a shrieking soul to check if they're alright, to quickly realizing that they want nothing to do with him but he's not really sure why.
He's cooled down enough now that he can think a little. When he finally encounters a living person, the notion of his death finally sinks in. It's not so dramatic. He doesn't cry out, though his despair returns a little more. He just asks the stranger, "can you help me?" And while they turn, curious, they don't notice him, and become slightly perturbed when his hand phases through their shoulder. And so after contemplating his hand, Kafka wanders some more, wearing his glowing frown and not sure what to do at this point.
Cliché, I know, that he soon encounters a living shit-stain of a human being in an alley somewhere. Maybe some entitled wad that grins and keeps pressing if a vulnerable woman tries to tell him 'no'. The point is that Kafka would be hard-pressed to not kill and eat this guy. And Kafka is already in a bad mood.
So, you know...
Kafka has the villain wrapped in his silk, which was spewed from his fingers and mouth. The woman is long gone by now, having ran off as soon as the villain was distracted. Kafka is so full of white-hot rage that he slams the man into the wall a few times. And when he yells at him nothing legible comes out, only a roar of garbled language that cracks the concrete and has the bastard's ears bleed.
On some level Kafka knows something isn't right, and that he's doing something wrong. But at the forefront of his mind is wrath, retribution in favor of the woman this man harassed. Kafka gets ready to suck out this man's soul so that no one, alive or dead, has to suffer him again.
But Kafka is kicked in the head from the side and stumbles, dropping the sack. As an angry spirit, his inner chaos flares and he is like an animal, mostly in the way that humans are animals. He gets bigger in his posture, ready for a fight, and as a ghost, he gets some inches taller with this motion also.
Hikari Shinomiya has her hands on her hips and a bright face. "Hey there! You still in there, buddy?"
Kafka is confused by the juxtaposition of the surprise kick and the woman's friendly tone, and he backs away to look at her, lowering his hands. He unconsciously drips evil silk from his fingers, but it tapers off as he assesses the situation - even as impaired as he is. The nice woman in front of him must also be a spirit: her aura is of light. She doesn't seem to harbor any ill will toward him. The kick hurt, but also, it didn't? Kafka takes some moments to understand that she is solely addressing him. "Uh...?"
Meanwhile, Hikari carefully approaches him, somewhat like she intends to capture a scared animal. Slow, but poised to act if he makes any sudden moves. "I heard... a newbie was in town... so... Am I not too late?"
At the change of the script, Kafka's rage had dissipated. Essentially, he is still hurt and confused, and Hikari distracted him from his task. He doesn't want to hurt her, but also can't think of a way to disengage from her, and running away also isn't an option because he still wants to kill-a-little-bit this guy, so he freezes.
Hikari is able to take one of his hands in hers, the silk having dissipated. "There. See? Bet you other people were scared or ignored you, huh?" And she winked. "I'm Shinomiya Hikari." Then she blinks, registering something.
Kafka is able to speak again. As Hikari gets into his personal space and reaches for his face to scrutinize him, he leans away, physically and idiomatically shrinking, and says, "H-Hibino Kafka! That's- don't wear it out! There's been a big misunderstanding. I am very sorry!" He scratches his head with a free hand, chuckling nervously, " I just wanted to teach this guy a lesson and, got carried away... I dunno what's going on at all."
Hikari is distracted by whatever she noticed, not responding to his words. "Oh no..." and Kafka sweats. She holds his chin, squishing his cheeks, and wonders aloud, "just who did you eat already?"
Ok so I figured Hikari's been a ghost for a few years, and she knows or has at least heard that if you eat a soul, it can taint you in a way that locks you into a vampire-like existence, requiring you to sate a horror hunger with more souls. Hikari doesn't care about the piece of trash he wrapped up, but it would be best to prevent Kafka from eating him anyway so as to keep everyone safe in the long run and allow Kafka a friendlier coexistence with other spirits. Unbeknownst to her at first, Kafka has eaten a soul already, thus sort of dooming that neighborly relationship. But since it's not a person, it doesn't carry the same moral weight that would erode his sanity if it was.
I imagine that among vengeful ghosts who take up vigilantism and suck up human villains, there's a bit of a he-who-fights-monsters situation and they end up becoming corrupted one by one, devouring each other before being put down somehow. (I would totally watch/read something with that concept. Any recs?)
Also, I added more powers and quirks to Kafka than the original post. I already mentioned a couple of them here already and in Kikoru's Spirit Guy (in part 2, but here is also part 1 for those who want to read it). He has a sweet smell, which can be either pleasant like spring or candy, OR very oppressive, floral, and saccharine. Getting bigger and smaller is a subset of elasticity. Hikari can probably do it too. Kafka can also spray webs: clean ones like Spider-Man or a real spider's structural webs; or sticky ones laced with a psychoactive compound, the concentration of which depends on Kafka's choice and wrath. Unlike the killer cocoon, these sticky webs have a milder physical effect on their victims in the sense that they don't leave any marks. But they can still cause pain and additionally induce paranoia, hallucinations, agitation and/or catatonia. So, that guy he wrapped up is absolutely fucked already.
I have a suspicion that rather than including arson proper in his arsenal, pyrokinesis is more for lighting and putting out candles and lamps to control the light level. Thus to that end, he can also burn out light bulbs with a flash (though might not be able to turn them back on). I don't know when or if he'll use it.
Umm, that's about all I got for this point in the story. I have one more drabble thing.
#posting on purpose this time! Yippee!#Kaiju no. 8#Kn8#what to tag this...#Sonicasura#Ghost Kafka AU#Death by 30: silly soul sucker#Ghost Kafka Hibino#Hikari Shinomiya#I just realized I never specified that she's a ghost. Is it annoying for these to show up in her tag page?#i also don't put these in normal kafka's tag (that I can recall). Should I?#yesss.... be evil Kafka!#Muahahaha!#but not too evil#or else y'know. eternal damnation or whatever.#hmmm see I need to somehow capture Kafka's evil. Brain don't characters good.
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A sketch I quite like in concept, perhaps less in execution. Its head isn't that big in proportion, you get the idea. - ELTOS RACHSHA Title - Spider lord dragon Monster class - Elder Dragon Known locales - Subterranean networks Element/Ailment - Sleep + Webbed Elemental weakness - Water (3), Dragon (2), Ice (2), Thunder (2), Fire (1) Ailment weakness - Blast (3), Sleep (2), Stun (2), Paralysis (1), Poison (1) Eltos Rachsha is an elder dragon found lurking within the depths of most locales. Distinguished by its carapace-like black and purplish scales and the oddly arthropod-like qualities to its form, Eltos Rachsha is well adapted to the dark depths. Its spindly claws easily grip rock, allowing it to manoevure across walls and ceilings, whilst it navigates its environment via a combination of thermal sensors and 'tasting' airborne stimulants. Relatively docile and surprisingly common, it has proven an easier task for researchers to study Eltos Rachsha compared to most of its clade. Eltos Rachsha is a hematophage, sustaining itself on the blood of large monsters. It captures prey by setting traps using silk generated from the swollen base of its tail and deployed via the tip. Once webbing has been placed, Eltos Rachsha need only wait for prey to wander into the sticky trap. When a catch is made, Eltos Rachsha pierces the victim with its tongue, modified into a proboscis, that injects a potent sedative before dragging it back to its lair. Morbidly, Eltos Rachsha is intelligent enough to preserve its victims. Rather than drain the entirety of its prey's blood, it takes non-lethal amounts, allowing the victim to regenerate as much as possible before it needs to feed again. Inevitably the victim will die, though the benefit is that the elder dragon rarely needs to take more than it needs from its environment. Thankfully, Eltos Rachsha is not aggressive towards humans in most circumstances; it is perfectly docile and tolerates close proximity, presumably too confident to feel aggravated. However, any human found caught in its web traps are fair game as a quick snack. As expected, Eltos Rachsha's use of webbing and sedative saliva is effective in combat. A few lashes of its tongue inflicts sleep, after which the elder dragon can drain or bludgeon the victim at its discretion. Wielding its tail like a silk spitter, Eltos Rachsha launches webbing as projectiles or maintains the connection so to drag rivals caught by the silk into melee distance. While preferring cunning over force, Eltos Rachsha's four powerful forelimbs and jagged mandibles are brutal weapons. Unlike most elder dragons, Eltos Rachsha does not display the capacity to meaningfully influence natural phenomena. It controls no elements nor alters its environment in any significant way. It is not even known to drive out neighbouring monsters through occupation, beyond those directly aware of its presence. Strangely, its features share many similarities to temnocerans, suggesting an exotic case of convergent evolution and much debate from researchers. Though exceptionally cunning and requiring hunters to demonstrate keen skill and awareness, Eltos Rachsha's comparative lack of power and influence compared to other elder dragons entails a lower ranking (Low Rank 5, High/Master Rank - 5). More interestingly, the Guild believes that the species could potentially be subject to capture, lacking the logistical concerns of manipulating natural phenomena. Only accomplished hunters who have proven their worth in higher ranks should attempt such a feat, as Eltos Rachsha grows considerably volatile when weakened. Befitting an elder dragon, Eltos Rachsha is more dangerous than any traditional apex predator. Most monsters immediately flee from it, though some, such as the brutish temnoceran Golizerra, dare to stand their ground. Though an apex predator in its own right, Eltos Rachsha is instinctively fearful of Nergigante, an archnemesis to most elder dragons. - Thank you for reading and take care.
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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:01:53
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how about spearmaster's design then? remember at one point they had a mouth... wonder which point in development did they lose it?
spearmaster had a mouth pre 1.5 MSC demo, but it was before they were even the spearmaster we knew today.
the idea of spearmaster not having a mouth came at the same time the rest of their design did - but at the time i wasnt good at drawing expressions without a mouth and i would do expression practice on SM with a mouth (which is why there was some off model art in applebread streams lol)
spearmaster himself came from two concepts - the idea of being a dangerous predator that can immobilize creatures with ease, and the idea of being based on an existing RW creature. spearmaster was originally going to be a new design based on spitter spiders, but then i got the idea of the fact noodlefly mamas can turn their mouths from soft tissue into incredibly firm and sharp needles - something that could theoretically fix the issue spearmaster had of being too close to hunter.
then it was "well let's make it how you feed" because we thought about blood sucking mosquitos. the tail motif comes because i thought about porcupines, and it originally went up his whole back as well!
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@through-fire-and-flame // x
Despite himself, despite being caught unawares by some stranger on a street now right and properly reeking of rancid blood and death, Soot can't help but rasp out a coarse chuckle and shake his head. "Ain't nobody in this town respect anythin', mate. Reckon ya know that too well, what with that spark-spitter o'yours." Probably isn't a good sign of what shape his head's in, but even with the implied threat of getting burned alive looking him full in the face Soot can't help but admire the flamesprayer held by the other hunter. "Least I gotta need for it. Least it'll be used instead o'being turned t'slag with their corpses."
Soot carefully rocks back and forth on his heels from the crouch he'd been caught in whilst rifling through pockets back into standing up fully, settling into a slight slouch. Up comes his riflespear as well, though rather than shifting it to reveal the nasty blunderbuss half of the trick weapon, he settles for letting it rest on the cobblestones beside him. "As f'being dead, well. I'd have taken that beauty from ya already." He offers a slight shrug of his shoulders, grey eyes glinting behind his mask as he chuckles darkly. "Reckon ya must still be breathing... and if some fool wants t'get killed over this haul, they ain't got much t'live for no way."
Soot gives a meaningful shake of his sack, the silver bullets and trinkets within jingling noisily. "What's ya stake in all this? Don't seem a church hunter t'me, at least."
#through-fire-and-flame#v. go walk the bloody length of her street by street / feel the rhythm of her beastly heart beat by beat ( bb. )#// whooooo!#// bit later than i intended so my apologies
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~Where was i? After the hospital arc? Okay. Let's get the rest of this done. *Beep Dreath*
Okay so Shroomy was a happy sort and the universe didn't like that. Maple was dying slowly so Shroomy had to leave her body and she looked like Maple. Maple took this as an insult to the possession injury. Pin got hit by a spitter that made her feral and she killed things again. The spitter was after Leafy so it kept spitting at anyone it could and Shroomy saved the day each time they could. Pin built a burrow and tried to make it presentable for your mom but we kept on giving her her sanity back so she realized maybe this was weird of her. Leafy got Pin to leave and they went to the recovery center. Turns out Spitters feralness is Terminal. Pin Jr was kidnapped by one of the Funny Plants ( funny blue plant) that had been spittered and was looking for his kid. To him Pin Jr was that kid instead of his actual child( he was delerious cut him some slack.) and he murdered the patients in the exploded corpse hospital to feed to Pin Jr. We made her eat the bodies so it's as okay as that sentence can be. On the way the spitter finally found Leafy but instead of letting her go wild and kill stuff Pin tore a bit off of her that was a bit too large. Leafy started to lose blood a bit too fast to make it to the recovery center and died in Pin's arms. This saddened Pin and she sat there. Shroomy was also dying so when it saw the corpse of Leafy it possessed her. This was a very bad idea as Pin freaked out. She tried to convince Shroomy to come down but Shroomy was skeptical so Pin tore Her Point Off in a fatalistic burst of strength to use to climb the tree. Shroomy got stabbed but Pin told her that she was going to kill Pin, then Coiny, then Pin Jr. as their purpose. Shroomy was like "Okay. That sounds reasonable. I was born like five days ago." She proceeded to stab pin with her own point. Coiny revived her and you, Maple, and Pin left to save Pin Jr.. Coiny got snatched by Shroomy and she killed him for bling. Pin Jr was given future sight and then got possesed by a thot. Blue Funny Plant was convinced to die and Shroomy possessed his corpse making this an unholy trilogy of corpses jammed together for a cool as hell design. Also Coiny's corpse is there too. The Shroom dragon was talked down from killing Pin Jr and revived Coiny then left to sulk because she killed some people and people didn't like her. (Have... Have you seen the rest of your friends, Shroomy? We are far beyond this point.) Maple was given her other wing back and buzzed her way to the cave Pin Jr was in. Pin Jr saw that no matter what she did someone was going to die. And then Maple got a stalactite to the face. Lollipop came into the cave and took Pin Jr into her car away from this place.
Running out of time before work. More on this later.~
This sounds.. Concerningly believeable.
But I don't remember any of this at all????? Are you sure, anon?
#ty for the ask <3#“Okay. That sounds reasonable. I was born like five days ago.”#this whole thing is golden#youre getting the pinned tag on all of these#pinned#bfb#bfb leafy#bfdi#bfdi leafy#leafy jr#tpot#tpot leafy#bfdia#leafy
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time for some patently crackpot Bleach theory/headcanon:
There is this whole weird little loose end in Bleach with artificial souls... Urahara and Mayuri both are capable of constructing sentient lifeforms in the case of Nemu and Ururu (and Jinta i think?) and Nemu specifically has her own unique zanpakutou and, you know, counts as a shinigami. And then there's the mass produced candydispenser artificial souls, who seem more emotionally absent, and the mod souls like Kon who appear to be more self aware. Given the vaguely alluded to rules of balance, it would appear that artificial souls do not count toward the balance of souls between the realms of the living and dead.
Tangential to this are some weird things like BG9, who apparently has not physiological life signatures like breath or heartbeat, and Gremmy who's only a brain and maintains his false body via his Visionary power, yet both must have some form of blood flow and soul in order to be Quincys. There's also the weird Quincy statues that seem more magically mechanical than "living," and similarly Senjumaru's cloth ninjas that were shown in combat to not bleed or appear to possess any internal organs.
There's also offshoot spirits/lifeforms like Starrk and Lilynette, Szayelaporro Illfordt and Cienz, the Picaro, YHWACH/Mimihagi's weird little eyeball babies, Szayelaporro's weird Resurrecction monsters(?), Dondochakka's parasite/pet worm, and Ruddborne's Exequias offshoots, Shrieker's acid spitters, and even Yukio's PSP constructs, all of which possess various levels of autonomy and seemingly fully formed independent mimic of life, yet must categorically not constitute a creation of "real" life, as that accomplishment would otherwise have been of greater note. And distinctly they don't seem to provoke some kind of spiritual imbalance, so while they create any of a number of different types of distinct lifeforms, they don't seem to create additional "souls." i.e. 1 soul may be split into multiple pieces, but it does not become 2 souls.
Exception maybe being the limbs of the Soul King, as it is fairly notable in terms of power and uniqueness that they can exist as they do. Or Zaraki's manifesting of Yachiru, which seems unprecedented.
Then there's some stuff about the creation of souls but not from nothing, instead from existing souls...
On the one hand the most obvious case is of the Menos Grande themselves, in their 3 life stages, as well as the informally named "Super Chunky from Hell" that are all apparently colony lifeforms, made up for the consumption and amalgamation of many smaller individual souls. It is never really made clear what this accounts for in terms of spirit world balance... Does a menos count as hundreds of individual souls in terms of its spiritual "weight" thus accumulating weight on one side of the scale? Or does it actually count as 1 soul, no matter how many others go into it, effectively causing an imbalance but in the opposite direction? And in either case, what does this really mean for the Quincy who theoretically hunt them with their soul destruction techniques?
But then there's the asauchi, which very sloppily and without much clarity are said to be constructed from a dense amalgamation of shinigami souls --and subsequently White is made in a similar method, and while certainly a kind of unprecedented anomaly, doesn't register as a menos? which again brings into question how many souls it counts as. But this again brings into question, does a zanpkutou then count as A (singular) Shinigami Soul? Many? or none? The commonly seen zanpakutou that exists only as swords materially and else within a shinigami's inner realm are one thing(and we know already that they do manifest naturally even without an asauichi because of Hitsugaya's origin, TYBW horseshit about asauchi be damned) but what about Nimaiya's harem or the Sword Five who get to exist in a humanoid body??
Then there is the issue of other things we know are made from a collection of many powerful souls, like the Ouken, both Aizen's initially proposed goal centered on wiping out the entire population of Karakura town, and the implicit multiple towns that must have previously been harvested to have made the royalguard's individual keys, stupid "our keys are bones/out bones are keys" explanation or not.
And curiously YHWACH's ability to aggregate other people's souls unto himself in a weird manipulation of gestalt identity, making himself part of them, and thus them part of him in the end, seems to also suggest that he, like a vastolorde or an asauchi is just a superdense collection of stronger spirits sublimated under a single identity.
If we dip into the LN there's also Tsunayashiro's little silkworm boy who is supposed to be an artificial life form as well as a god-like hybrid being, just like Ichigo and Aizen, and implicitly like YHWACH, considering that the Soul King's limbs seem to be capable of blurring the line between divisions of souls. The reverse if taken also seems to imply that the Soul King is the Soul King because he is composed of all forms of Souls.
But backing up a bit then, are the Vastolorde just wild naturally formed zanpakutou walking around having self imprinted? Is their consolidation of many souls toward one dense consensus just an alternate path to the same self actualization shinigami have to undergo to achieve bankai?
[huh i guess i drafted something like this twice in quick succession.... odd that i don't remember doing this one. plus it has less fun images to go with it... dont mind me, just throwing these weird scrapped drafts around like tossing bread crumbs at ducks in the park....(1)(2)]
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