#body color: desaturated brown

[scavenger-catalogue]

10090? :)

ID 10090

I KNOW THIS SCAVENGER i've ID'd this scavenger a bunch of times and at this point know them and their id by heart. their name is sy! i tend to see them around a lot which is really funny. it's always neat seeing a scav you recognise! i really like their cyan eartler deco, it's super recognisable and even matches their eyes!

Personality

● Aggression: 0.255074 ● Bravery: 0.8498672 ● Dominance: 0.7161577 ● Energy: 0.9760069 ● Nervousness: 0.6823061 ● Sympathy: 0.5845618

Stats

● Dodge: 0.8688205 ● Mid-range: 0.545624 ● Melee: 0.8913738 ● Blocking: 0.8446881 ● Reaction: 0.9357809

[yakutarts]

It’s them again, your honor.

Please take a look at this post for context and reference!

When I decided to color these sketches with watercolor I was expecting it to not look good and then I would erase it and repaint with other brushes.

But then boom! It was actually starting to look even professional-like the more I kept coloring. I was surprised because my every attempt at watercolor looked like a 7 year old trying with the school’s shitty art supply.

I found out later it ended up looking great on accident, because before I started coloring, I thought the canvas looked to bland, the sketches didn’t pop out, so I used a technique I learned by watching YouTube Shorts on how to use Procreate to give the canvas a paper-like texture.

Basically I used several texture brushes on a different layer, painting with light desaturated warm colors and occasionally a pinch of strong yellows, browns and oranges. Then duplicated it, set one above the sketch on overlay and one below on really low opacity.

Turns out that does wonders when painting with watercolor, really looks like actual ink on paper with the way it melts and creates extra shades of color.

Also little silly thing I noticed after a while, with the way I colored and textured Dream’s body, it makes him look like a underbaked oily bagel 🥯

I really want to take a bite of him, I’m hungry.

If you really liked this and want one, I have my commissions open!

Dream & Nightmare belong to @/Jokublog

[nicoliharu]

Coli!! Hi hi good morning!! Do you have any Headcanons for Ruggie?? Like, when you draw him do you have anything you always include or leave out? Just curious hehe I love your art!! Have a nice day <3 <3 <3

Hi Dede! Thanks for the ask🥺😭💗

I will comment on what I would like to do differently when I draw him cause for me you write him PERFECT and I wouldn't change anything! This guy is precious and needs love to know he isn't inferior to anyone! 😭💗

⚠️ My headcanons (design) Ruggie Bucchi:

So, aren't that many changes, it's just simple, the way I usually imagine him 🥺👉👈

🍩 Skin: Ruggie has more melanin, I personally love Ruggie with any skin tone but forgive me Yana but it's hard to resist painting his skin like that.

I mean, I think it goes much better with his color palette. Personally, I would paint with this palette for him in my fanart and content forever. I want to eternally thank whoever had the idea of giving more melanin to his plush 🥺💗 I don't know if it's my laptop screen that's old, but it looks a little desaturated, but I'll adjust over time.

🍩 Blonde lashes: I still need to practice more cause I love the idea that Ruggie would have some blonde lashes, not gold and flashy but brown light 🥺

🍩 Freckles: Excessive on the nose/cheeks, ends of the arms, and a lot on the back…IT'S CANON IN MY HEAD, YANA YOU FAILED ME, HOW YOU DARE?? HOW CAN YOU NOT GIVE HIM FRECKLES?😭

🍩 Body hair: Well, he's a guy who's growing, he's about to turn 18, there's no chance no have body hair. Besides, I believe that beastmen have more body hair than humans, so for Ruggie I imagine golden hair but if it gets wet it turns a little brown, on the arms and legs 😔👉👈

🍩 Eye pupil: I know that's normal but I like to think that his pupil becomes ''thin'' (how in English is this?) when he feels threatened or annoyed by something and dilates when he sees something that interests/likes him.

🍩 Teeth: Bigger and thicker than Leona and Jack. Please, spotted hyenas have a bone-breaking bite and tear thick skins too. Ruggie canonically said he can easily eat steak with bones…Oh gosh if he likes bite who he lov- STOP NICOLI SHHHH

🍩 Hair: A little rough and messy with some split ends, I don't think he cares much about any special shampoo or conditioner, taking care of his hair. Besides, I think he occasionally cuts it with scissors on his own. I know I could leave it wavy or curly but thinking that rough bristles remind me of hyenas' fur makes me so 🥺

🍩 Body: We know that Ruggie's thin cause his condition but I believe that his legs and arms are ''strong'' of cause the acrobatic way in which he moves, both day to day, running and practicing at the Club. I don't mean bulging muscles but you realize that given his activities and abilities it makes sense!!! 😔

🍩 About the piercing: it was a detail I wanted to add but I don't know if I always imagine him with that or not 🤡👌

Forgive my grammar and English mistakes! These are my humble headcanons for Ruggie's design, if anyone thinks differently this is just fun for everyone, y'all have the right to imagine how they want. And I would like to say one more thing, about other details that I can only talk about better with more drawings, such as excess hair with spots above his tail (I love this detail too). So there will always be changes for everything!

Thank you again for your ask Dede, you're a wonderful writer that I admire so much and love your works! 🥺😭💗💗💗

[dawneternal]

A Wild Thing | One

⚘ Summary: Elain makes a decision, Nesta has something to say about it, Lucien is surprised

⚘ Warnings: anxiety, angst

⚘ Word Count: 2.1k

AO3 Link ⚘ Masterlist

The world is blue. A deep Aegean blue, filling the endless space above, around, below. It is still and empty.

A bright, poisonous green pours into the ether in the way lightning spreads through the sky. The way that a river forks on a map. The way that veins spread under skin.

Blue turns to red. The color of spilled blood, slowly bleeding into the calm space. The color of anger and revenge fills everything and the web of green is a hideous, blinding contrast.

The vicious red is fading into maroon. Deeper and deeper, absorbing all light with it as it becomes an inky black. The green is throbbing like a weak, beating heart. The veins morph, taking on a dimensional shape, shifting into vines with budding leaves, growing small white flowers that wither and turn brown.

Urgent, it is all so very urgent as those flowers fall and die and the blackness swallows them up. Black as the space between this life and the next one. Black like the nothingness inside the Cauldron.

The last of the flowers fall away, into eternity. The vines do not grow any more. Then slowly, they fade into that void and nothing remains.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Elain's eyes flutter open. She stares at her surroundings with suspicion, wiggling her fingers to determine whether or not she is still in the vision. She can move them, feel the texture of the linen sheets beneath her fingertips.

She let her hand fall limp against the fabric and sighed, watching the morning light pour across the floor as remnants of her dream danced behind her eyes. Laying in the silence, she shifted through the images, hoping they may reveal their meaning if she meditated on them long enough.

But there was nothing of meaning, and it grew harder to focus as the rest of the house woke. Muffled footsteps and voices wove into a song of life. Elain pulled the covers up over ears and ignored them.

In the moment, the visions were so clear. They invoked such strong emotions she could almost piece it all together. But when she woke up, the imagery became desaturated and foggy within minutes and all gut feelings faded into nothing. She was left no closer to understanding than before.

A deep, restless itch surfaced just beneath her skin. She could not go back to her post-cauldron state, living constantly intertwined with the visions. Back then, they muddled her thoughts because she had not learned to let them come and go. Now, it did not matter what she did, how hard she tried to sort them into neat boxes and go about her day. They wanted her, wanted to pull her under the water and let her drown in nonsense, filling her body and mind to take for their own.

A few weeks ago, asking Feyre and Rhysand for help would have been out of the question. Feyre was busy with her little boy and Rhys had yet to comprehend that he had pissed Elain off. They would tell everyone, anyway, and then it would become a whole thing.

But the itch in her veins was growing stronger, the pull of the visions more demanding. She could not stay in one piece much longer.

Her window was closing. Lucien left for the Spring Court soon. Her stomach flipped as the reality of what she was about to ask settled in, but anxiety dissolved all the resistance in her body.

Feyre's lovely, musical laughter filled the hallway as she passed by Elains door, followed by Rhysand's deep, rumbling chuckle. And Elain made up her mind.

She tossed the covers back with trembling hands and shoved her freezing feet into slippers. Teeth dug into her bottom lip as she wrapped her robe around her shivering form and shuffled toward the door.

Slippered feet came to a stop just before the door, fingers hovering over the knob. How exactly was she supposed to explain how she knew where she needed to go? That wasn't even something she understood, herself. She just knew it was true. Answers lay in the Spring Court.

Elain shook her head, willing her doubts to disappear at least long enough to let her try.

As expected, Feyre and Rhysand stood at the bottom of the landing stairs, preparing to leave. Rhys held up Feyre's coat as they laughed together about something or other. A scene sweet enough to fill Elains mouth with a bitter taste.

She ignored it, smiling anyways, as her sister and brother-in-law caught sight of her at the top of the stairs.

"Morning, Elain," Feyre's smile faded as she took in the sight of her sister - thin, tired, and curls tangled. “Is everything alright?”

Elain’s lips parted as she inhaled, heart hammering, and in one breath she poured out her confession, “I want to go to the Spring Court with Lucien. I think I had a vision about Tamlin.”

She descended the stairs as the pair digested her words, eyes wide as they watched her. Elain waited, eyebrows slowly drawing together as the silence dragged on. Rhysand remembered himself and smoothed his expression, masking over into calm neutrality.

"What was the vision?" He asked, nothing in his tone indicating any alarm.

“Well, they've not been very clear, lately,” Elain stammered, fingers tightening around the worn bannister, “It was mostly colors. But I'm certain it was about him. And I'm hoping that if I go, they'll get clearer.”

"If something is wrong, we can take care of it." Rhysand said, gently. He was studying her, searching for hidden things. She did not particularly care for it.

"It's not that. I'm not even sure what the visions are trying to tell me. I…I'm worried about what will happen to my mind.”

Silence settled in the foyer again as Rhysand and Feyre looked at each other, a wordless conversation passing between them. Feyre's brows knit together in worry, blue eyes sending something pleading in her husband's direction. Elain watched her sister take a deep breath before she turned to her and said,

“There is no one else there, Elain. It would be only you and Lucien. You would have to stay close to him for protection.”

Elain shifted her weight, bringing her gaze to the floor in order to hide her annoyance. As if that was not the first thing she considered. Her discomfort around Lucien seemed so small compared to the idea of her visions untethering her from reality. Was she that shallow, in their eyes?

“I know.” She swallowed.

“It may not be very comfortable," Feyre continued, her voice soft like Elain might shatter, "It hasn't been clean there in a long while.”

“I can clean.” Elain said. There was something heavier in that statement than either sister wanted to admit.

So Feyre cleared her throat and forged ahead,

"It will be for a whole week. Maybe more."

"I can keep busy."

"Tamlin may not be very friendly to you," Feyre continued to press. Elain's nails dug into the wood.

"Fine," She huffed, "I don't have to go.”

Her mind was already reeling with back up plans, body tensed to turn and flee back up the stairs.

"No, no," Feyre said quickly, "I don't mean to dissuade you, I just don't want you to be unhappy.”

Elain swallowed hard, trying to stuff down a rising wave of defiance. But in spite of herself, her eyes snapped up toward Rhysand, burning bright. She slammed her mental shields closed so he could not hear the word that rattled around, deepening her anger. Mistake.

Feyre's mouth open and closed, her confusion written clearly over expression. Rhysand did not react at all, not one muscle in his face twitched as he met Elain's fury.

"Lucien leaves tonight after dinner," He said, too smooth to be oblivious, "If you would like to go, you're welcome to leave with him then.”

“Thank you,” Elain said, surprising herself with her amiable tone.

"You'll let us know right away if something is wrong or you need help?" Feyre pressed.

Elain nodded and offered a small smile. A little apology. Feyre smiled back, though her eyes were sad, filled with unsaid things.

Rhys offered a nod, and Elain returned it before making her way back up the stairs. There was silence, the creaking of the steps emphasized as Elain trudged, wondering what they were saying about her. Then there was a snap and she knew they were gone.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

Elain's bedroom door burst open, door knob hitting the wall with a bang. Elain did not flinch, did not even turn around. She said nothing, only continued to fold the pile of clothes before her and arrange them neatly in her bag.

She knew who it was and had expected this visit from the moment she had spoken her request.

“You are not going to the Spring Court.”

Nesta was breathing heavily like she had run here, her voice equal measures firm and riled.

“You can't decide that for me,” Elain said quietly, tucking a rolled pair of bloomers between two folded dresses. She turned to face her sister, shoulders squared.

"Elain," Nesta said, her voice scathing. Her own shoulders were drawn up, hands balled into fists at her sides. "Tamlin is a beast. He does not leave his beast form. You don't have any training to protect yourself.”

"I don't think he's going to be much trouble right now, Nesta. He's very unwell." Elain brought her hands to rest at her waist, resisting the urge to fiddle with the lace trim, "And I won't be alone."

"Yes, let's discuss that. Because one moment, you barely even speak to him. Then you're running away with him to a court that's gone completely wild." Nesta scoffed.

Elain closed her eyes, hurt washing over her like waves of salt water. Stinging. She had tried to tell Nesta about her visions. She thought maybe her sister would understand.

“This is bigger than that. I won't be running around the spring court with him. And I'm not running away with him.”

Elain's cheeks burned at Nesta's implications. She was certainly not making it any easier for Elain to convince herself that she could manage to keep away from Lucien. All she needed to do was be there, in the Spring Court. There was no need for them to talk or…bond.

"I will not refrain from telling you I told you so when he does something stupid and breaks your heart," Nesta drew herself up to her full height and looked down her nose at Elain, crossing her arms. "And I will not refrain from punishing Rhysand for letting you go if you come back injured.”

“Do what you want,” Elain glowered, her voice low, “Say what you want. I'm going.”

"I think you forget that I have seen Tamlin in his beast form and you have not," Nesta growled at Elain's dismissal. "I would think my opinion holds some weight.”

"I think you forget that I have seen the inside of a Hybern war camp and Tamlin in his beast form," Elain turned and snapped, loosing the tight leash on her temper for a moment. The way that Nesta forgot those things infuriated her.

Nesta said something else, but Elain had retreated, arms crossed around herself for support. Nesta cared, she tried to remind herself. But she cared in a way that whittled Elain down into a smaller version of herself, irritated and sensitive. Nesta lived her life as a battle and Elain had no interest in fighting. She'd never win.

She heaved a sigh of relief when Nesta scoffed once more and stormed away, the door slamming shut a welcome end to their conversation.

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

A familiar awkwardness settled into Elain's bones as she closed her bedroom door behind her. Chewing her lip in anticipation, she made her way down the stairs and into the silent living room. The small journey felt agonizingly long, and her heart hammered as she stopped on the plush patterned carpet, slowly lifting her eyes to meet Lucien's.

Lucien stood before her, a bag thrown over his shoulder, hands in his pockets. Immaculate, as always. Even with that unmistakable emotion written across his fine features. Incredulous, like he had been waiting to see if she would show up. Incredulous, like he still didn't believe it.

The defiant thing within Elain thrashed at his silent accusations, filling her body with that restless itch again. But she behaved herself, returning his curt greeting and letting him take her carpet bag.

Then he offered her an elbow, and Elain had to take a deep breath. This was something she avoided at all costs. The moment her hand landed on him, she was dizzy. Dizzy from her whole being singing in relief.

Mate mate mate, her heart chanted so loudly that she wondered if he could hear it. He gave no indication that he could, eyes straight ahead as he winnowed them away into the wild of the spring court.

[adobe-outdesign]

Thoughts on the shiny meowth line?

(There are seven shinies here, so I'll be pairing them together for simplicity's sake.)

Meowth: Yeah, Meowth's shiny sucks. It's just regular Meowth but with more pinkish accents instead of orange-brown and a slightly desaturated body, none of which is actually noticeable. You'd think that they'd at least change the color of the coin to silver or bronze or something, but nope. Gigantamax Meowth is at least consistent, but I don't know if I can give it a lot of points for that when the original shiny is so poor.

An easy fix would've just been to make Meowth like... literally any cat color, basically. I think white with red accents would've been neat, as that's a common palette for lucky cats, but anything would've been better than this.

Persian: Persian is technically consistent with Meowth, just being a desaturated, slightly pinker version of the original, but once again that's not a good thing when the pre-evo's shiny is so underwhelming. Same ideas for improvement can be made here, though I will point out that the gemstone could be literally any color other than red.

Alolan Meowth/Persian: I don't know why this line has so many poor shinies, but here we are. At least I kind of understand the rationale here—A. Meowth is based on the British Shorthair, a blue-ish furred breed—but I feel like a shiny can stray a little ways away from the concept as long as it still makes sense, given that a shiny is just a weird one-in-a-million thing.

Even putting the fact that it's just a slightly darker blue aside, the accent colors are really poor here. A fairly dark shade of blue combined with purple accents make for a very low-contrast design, not helped by the ears being a baffling shade of light teal that's borderline eye-searing.

My suggestion for an improvement would just be to make the body purple or gray—something with more inherent contrast than just a darker blue, but not completely divorced from the concept. Also, see the above comment about making Persian's gem a different color. Couldn't have at least gone with a yellow to match Meowth?

Galarian Meowth/Purrserker: It took us this long, but we finally have some good shinies! The G. Meowth line swaps out the standard dull brown for a much higher-contrast gold/yellow, which still makes sense conceptually due to them having sort of a loose pillaging theme going on. Between the two Purrserker works a bit better due to having additional orange-gold accents instead of just being monotone, but both are good.

Overall: Almost all of Meowth and Persian's shinies are very similar to the originals and incredibly underwhelming. However, the G. Meowth line is legitimately good and the one you should take interest in if you really want to shiny hunt one of these guys.

[lost-atlantis]

We have zero experience with making flags or coining terms but we could not for the life of us find anything that fit how we feel

As a system we collectively/bodily identify as a perma regressor due to the fact developmentally we are 12

So we are coining this term as permanent developmental regression (probably gonna change the name)

what the colors mean:

Blue: childhood

Desaturated yellow: neutrality

Pastel yellow: childhood

White: signifies the split between childhood

Light brown: the body

Brown: the mind

Dark brown: idk just thought it looked pretty :P

Like i said- first time doing this, there probably is already a term for this but we couldn't find it after an hour of looking so-

[whiteoutzz]

quib

[id: Drawing of Qibli sitting down. He has a smile on his face and is looking to the right. His scales have brownish color, with horns on his face, wing membranes and frill on his neck being brown. Part of his frill sticks out on top of his head, resembling a hair tuft. His underbelly is cream, and he has the same colored stripe on his head. Horns and wing spikes are pale, almost white. Qibli's white eyes are dark, almost black, with yellow pupils, and under his eyes he has a tearline, similar to those on cheetahs. There is also a large scar on his face and freckles covering his whole body. There is a bit of scruff on his chin, and the background is desaturated red. / end id]

[sincerelynote]

Sims 4 Body Glitter (Tattoo)

I was an avid sims 2 player when I was a kid and one of my favorite things that I missed from that game was that the witches sparkled compared to the regular sims, and none of the CC for body glitter quite fit the look I wanted, so I made my own! They come in three colors fit for a base variety of skin tones (at least one of the shades has worked for sims I tested)

Each shade has a desaturated swatch to help the glitter blend in case its too bright, I also did a "Rainbow/Holo" swatch for each of them, but the rainbow didn't end up showing up as well as I had hoped. I left them in in case y'all ended up liking them.

(All of them are listed under the tattoo category, if someone requests it i can make makeup or skin detail versions as well)

The three color versions are:

White: designed to work on light skin tones, may be a bit on the bight side sometimes though.

Lt Brown: Designed to work on medium skin tones

Dk Brown: Designed to work on darker skin tones

Downloads (Mediafire download in desc.):

Patreon

[sth-au-a-bundle-of-blonde]

HERE SHE ISSSSS MY BABBYYY GOOORRLLLL This is Marianne The Hedgehog, Sonic and Shadow's adopted daughter! Before I continue, no, this is NOT Maria reincarnated, this is a completely different person lol, but she is inspire by Maria and that's an important detail for the story of ABOB >:DD I decided to jump onto the Sonadow fankid train because I just kept seeing SO many awesome designs and stories and a few weeks ago I woke up at 4 AM and just had one hell of an epiphany and an awesome idea so I jumped out of bed and wrote everything down and now here we are! I noticed that most Sonadow fankids are lab grown with Shadow and Sonic's DNA, so I decided to try something a little different Marianne is 19 years old (except for at the start of the story, she's 9) Her birthday is December 16th, 2005. She's Pansexual and 4'5 feet tall with her prosthetics on. She goes by She/Her pronouns. She's a desaturated blonde bare-bellied Mobian hedgehog with bright blue eyes, pale skin, scars (Surgery scar on her right hip, a large scar spread from her neck down to her torso, and a huge gash in her left cheek) and silver, black, and blue prosthetic legs with built-in silver, black, and blue Air Shoes. She has two quills that act as bangs, and the rest of her quills are long and curved towards her body. She wears a dark cerulean dress with similar-colored bows tied to her quills and her waist. Underneath her dress is blackish–blue safety shorts. She also wears white gloves similar to her papa’s with dark cerulean ribbons tied around her wrists. She also wears pale, desaturated brown socks underneath her prosthetics to keep the rubber and metal from irritating her skin. She's a quieter, sweet, rather socially inept little hedgehog who suffered severe injures as a hoglet due to a Robotnik invasion of her village. She lost both of her parents and pretty much everything she had, but was saved by Sonic and Shadow at 9 years old, trapped under a huge pile of stone rubble. The rubble had crushed her legs to the point they had to be amputated, and she suffered great trauma to her head and some of her vital organs. Because of the intensity of her injuries, Shadow used the Chaos Emerald he had on hand (The blue one) to heal her. Being afflicted with the Chaos Emerald, Marianne adopted similar powers to Shadow, however much weaker ones. Most everybody figured she wouldn’t survive the night, but with the help of Tails and Shadow’s Chaos Emerald, she survived, long enough to grow into the beautiful young woman she is today.

[jadevine]

Have watched MAD MAX: FURIOSA and I am struck by several excellent things:

1) The Ancient Roman/Greek aesthetic of Dementus’ gang and pre-crazy Immortan Joe, and the attention to costumes for everyone’s gang/clan/settlement in general. A+++ for the costumes again! Is it just me, or does the Green Place feel Wild West/frontier with all their blue/indigo denim, long skirts, and their rifles/shotguns, and walking around barefoot??? Even considering shoes are rare in the apocalypse, you don’t put all of those elements together, along with a theme of PEACHES, and expect folks from the States to NOT immediately think “country,” lol.

2) The medieval/“fall of Rome” feeling. Dementus’ motorcycle chariot is Greek/Roman, obviously, but his procession to the Citadel is a REALLY medieval show of power/people all carefully filing down the road behind him on motorcycles. Everyone’s got their own fiefdoms, and the war style is given a medieval feel with skirmishes, long-ranged weapons, and trading “hostages” (especially Furiosa) in exchange for good behavior.

3) Neon colors bursting out of the endless orange desert, or shiny and chrome metal versus rusty and old metal! It’s like “a desaturated photograph with a single pop of color,” but for the whole movie, and I love it! Another thing that imitators forget about when they fall into the “real is brown and dirty” trope is that people are people, and they will TRY to look nice, even in the apocalypse.

4a) The detailed body language. Dementus has at least one herald/signaller, folks are constantly signaling each other from a distance, and everyone seems to automatically gag/muzzle or cage an excessively violent person. Even in the apocalypse, some people are clearly considered too far gone, and biting is frequent ENOUGH that people watch out for it. People also know to just wait for a clearly angry/traumatized hostage to start talking again, or that some people don’t talk at all (whether because they physically can’t, or they just stopped due to trauma). Everyone also inspects a new person to check for disease/injury.

4b) The shifting/forgetting of spoken language. On the surface it sounds like the standard trope of “after the world ends, everyone forgets how to talk good,” but they haven’t forgotten JUST YET. History Man still remembers how to read, and the various gangs/settlements clearly have their own dialects. Military orders are distinct, and Dementus and the History Man are especially well-spoken throughout the film. (Besides making good use of Chris Hemsworth, Dementus was also an adult when the world ended, so he is constantly using ALMOST-right words.)

5) Heights! Cliffs, towers, the long range weapons, the diggers, and kites/gliders! It gives the fight scenes a three-dimensional feel and the impression that even the SKY isn’t safe. Sky-octopuses or metal buckets swooping down on you??? A+! Also terrifying! Related: Dementus’ gang sure uses a lot of monster trucks that are twice the size of everyone else’s cars. Durability aside, I wonder if the expense of these vehicles (especially in the apocalypse) is another symptom of Dementus being a) arrogant and needing to feel “bigger” than everyone else, b) desperate to fill the void of his family’s deaths with cars/killing, and c) an excellent fighter who unfortunately knows nothing of logistics, and he drains everything/everyone around him. He uses THREE motorcycles for his chariot, and using a monster truck in battle also means you need more gas and more metal/rubber for repairs.

6) THEY KILLED MY BOY JACK! 😭

7) Several POC characters, whose faces we can see! We are also Mad Max fans, so it’s nice to see them even as supporting characters ❤️

There is a A LOT more to talk about, but in general: This movie is shiny and chrome!

[xxnomadsxx]

The Nomads Au! Those feral things i mentioned that one time!

(SORRY this is soooo cringe! in my opinion pls give it a shot and don’t unfollow😭)

I mentioned awhile back in the au summary about a distant distant cousin to the trolls who found Branch and I just…never explained them EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE A HUGE PART TO THE STORY….in a way.

Basically I was like what if I just made a species of feral trolls and yea that’s basically them. (They get alot of troll headcannon design Stuff like tails and claws while the trolls look like the movie versions )

They look sorta similar but not really to troll. They have huge fangs that will sometimes stick out there mouth, the teeth are a mismatch of sharp and pointy fangs while being crooked (huge carnivors! the only reason they let all these trolls stay is cause they help them hunt) their hair consist of some desaturated colors or a scale of hair colors from brown to black. There outfits look similar to branches style of clothing, plus random genre themed clothing from some of the trolls ( like a battered crop top from a rock troll a beat up bow tie from a classical troll, you get the gist) there hair is long and look like they could use it to cover there entire body it’s also a disheveled mess with leaves bugs and twigs in it(it’s there for camouflage), they have retractable claws, some random fur sticking off there elbows, no noses, pointy ears, tails, silted pupils that makes them look terrifying in the dark.

Personality wise they differ (cause free will and stuff) but it usually consists of anger, hunger, annoyed, absolutely batshit crazy, i don’t get it, lets eat it, a lot of paranoia, will run after you on all fours, will growl bite snarl and hiss at you. There like piranhas after food when they hunt. They would totally hunt bergans ( they’re like reverse trolls they eat huge things instead of vice versa) they will eat things a thousand times bigger than them. They act like feral animals.

The reason they exist in the AU is because I need a reason for Branch to be absolutely feral. One of them was totally going to eat Branch once got a good look at him and said “this is my brother now” continued to pick him up like a mama cat with her baby and scurryed home on all four cackling like a gremlin( no one cared they brought home a troll as long as he helps he’s fine, or else they will eat him) then more trolls came and the same policy was installed. They basically filled Branch with fear and aggression over the years (I also made them so branch could have at least one thing that would care about him for 20 years (who will be explained later) because he needs SOMETHING GOOD IN HIS LIFE!)

I’m calling them feral (trolls?) cause honestly no one knows what they are.

Any questions can be asked and answered in the comments or as a direct message.

[scavenger-catalogue]

ID 1933417671

truly the scavenger ever. insane stats, looks cool, would stab you immediately, killed my slugpup, known as "obliterator" or "the obliterator", 10/10. really fun to play in safari to fight other scavengers or vultures and whathaveyou.

Personality

● Aggression: 0.9990978 ● Bravery: 0.9979473 ● Dominance: 0.9854236 ● Energy: 0.9983254 ● Nervousness: 0.664399 ● Sympathy: 0.03829074

Stats

● Dodge: 0.9976612 ● Mid-range: 0.9981871 ● Melee: 0.9997762 ● Blocking: 0.998383 ● Reaction: 0.9965625

[roguette]

A Quick Trick

Pairing: Finley x Mollena

Words: appx 800

Warnings: N/A

Summary: The two share a moment in the water’s reflection that results in a surprising encounter.

Long fingers danced against the surface of the pond as Finley lounged in the long grass, plagued by his thoughts.

The cool water eventually made his fingertips grow numb and he retracted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair. The desaturated brown locks were partially slicked back by the droplets of pond water that had yet to roll off his skin.

No matter the time that passed, he found that thoughts of her were simply inescapable. He envied her freedom and power to roam whichever plane she wished. The unending loyalty she inspired in a wretched thing such as Lorcan when they were not even kin.

His title suffocated him. He felt it like an iron chain around his neck, sizzling into his skin. His sole joys were thoughts of his little bird, and thoughts of the vexing Mollena.

Finley sat up and felt a pleasant dizziness. How long had he been laying there lamenting? When had he last eaten or truly slept? No matter, not really.

He leaned over the water’s edge and conjured up the image of her.

To his surprise, he found Mollena alone, similarly leaning over somewhere.

From the droplets of water caught in her lashes and the pinkness in her cheeks, he gathered she’d been washing her face. It looked to be waning dusk behind her, going by the bruise colored sky.

She looked at him. She looked at him. Was it too far a reach to imagine her thoughts may have slipped to him as well in her moment of solace?

Finley’s hand reached out towards the water and he laid his palm against the reflection of her cheek. After a moment, Mollena’s hand also reached out and tentatively pressed to his palm.

He could feel her. Her cool hand in his. Her gaze unwavering. It was more than he could bear. His fingers interlocked with hers and he pulled.

Suddenly, Mollena fell into the water, and surfaced in his pond. Her dark wet hair slicked to her body and curtained her furied face.

“Trickster! Send me back whence I was!” Mollena cried.

Finley helped her out of the pond, his black eyes roved her in amazement.

“Do you think of me?” He asked.

“Hearken unto my words, Prince. You have stolen me away. Right your wrong or bleed from your wandering eyes.” Mollena warned.

Her watered white gown was translucent and gave the appearance of her spectral form that Finley had not seen in many cycles of their dance.

He held his hands up to her and bowed his head, though his eyes did indeed continue their wandering of the woman he’d conjured from the water.

“Kiss me and you may return.” He replied.

Mollena’s eyes widened and her lip curled.

“Unless you’ve no desire within you to do so. If it is truth, you wish only to return, then fall backwards to the water and find yourself knelt as you were on the other side.” He ventured.

Her water bejeweled lashes batted as she chewed on his words and Finley could not refrain his smirk over her need for contemplation.

Her eyes darted to his hand and the Prince tutted.

“Thine lips to mine.” He added.

Mollena bit the inside of her cheek and narrowed her crystalline eyes at the dark willowy man.

Her bare feet shuffled forth in the long soft grass and her heavy wet nightgown squelched in protest.

She initiated, her head tilted up and leaned slightly to him, and Finley met her halfway.

Their lips met more gently than expected, and to his surprise she did not pull away.

His arms wrapped around her in a soft embrace. He cradled the small of her waist and the back of her head as he pushed her backward into the water, falling with her.

They surfaced outside of some forested camp. He could smell woodsmoke and tea. Finley’s eyes scanned around them quickly, but there was blessedly no sign of her feral companion.

“Mollena,” he whispered, “be safe, be well.”

She looked at him, brows furrowed and bottom lip pouted ever slightly.

Her lips met his unprompted in a quicker, more aggressive kiss.

“We cannot all be ruled by our desires, Prince. Remember this. Do not trick me again.” She said.

“And you cannot cry trick if we find ourselves like this again. It will be as knowing as that second kiss, and I will remember it well.” Finley smiled.

Mollena flustered and pulled herself out of the water. Finley watched briefly before he sank below the surface and returned to his own domain.

The feel of her still lingered and Finley sighed at the thought that now any time a clammy merhand raised in his pond, he would briefly hope it was her instead.

[unpopularvivian]

My THREE Tobias Designs: (Lady Help Me)

Tobias (Original)

Usually, I don't really discuss about the niches and little details about my character designs. But Tobias haunts a special place in my heart and mind, so I decided to fully explain my thought process while designing the Greatest Ttte Villain Of All Time.

First off, for Tobias when he was a normal tram, I originally wanted to have some YK2 grunge to fit his moodier and nastier personality. But that ended up too modern for my liking and so I opted to have a "jock" style instead, which I ended up really liking because of how well it connects to his character: A demeaning bully who puts his brother down and views others as beneath him. He has a messy and sharp hairstyle which plays into the triangle shape language and has a short ponytail which is barely visible behind his back.

The golden ear piercing and the golden necklace around his neck are gifts given by Oliver along with the reddish-orange scarf and extra jacket around his waist. (He did not appreciate it though) There are bandages on his face, wrapped around his arms and legs since realistically, I think Tobias would have partaken in some dangerous behaviors and have gotten himself heavily injured in order to relief his temper. The gray glasses and bandanas around his legs are just fun things to add to his silhouette. Also, he has a lil ahoge. :3

Tobias (Reawaken)

Next up we got Tobias when he was imprisoned in Toby's body for 18 years. (The thing about Montague's original persona being Toby's persona was the only major nitpick I had so I reconned it to have Toby be another sibling of Oliver and Tobias. Rosalyn separated him from the other two trams since she had extremely bad experiences with Tobias. And yes, he still used to be Tabitha. I love old ftm men :3 :3 :3) And oh boy, we got a lot of changes here! First off, the hair. Since this is Toby's body that Tobias is inhabiting, the man said "fuck you" to the braided ponytail and ripped off the red rose on his head. He has different front, back hair and ponytail than Toby. The ahoge is relocated at the near back of his head.

Next up, we have these luscious and totally not creepy ass blue eyes with small ass pupils. I made the blue iris more blue than the original and the pupils are now cool anime ones. For the outfit, the bow is not even a bow anymore due to Tobias not knowing how to tie a bowtie for his life and is more wonky. Oh yeah! By the way, those sleeve garters that were around Toby's arms? Tobias' arms were too muscular and tore them into pieces. The colors are more dark and desaturated than Toby's, playing into the darker and grimmer persona of Tobias. Speaking of darker colors, the then-white shirt is now a light grey dress shirt. The sleeves of the brown suit are rolled up and Tobias still has the ol' reliable bandages! Yeah, the pants are.....Well: Ripped. The belt is holding onto hopes and dreams and some gray cloth are covering the top of the blackish-grey boots. (Tobias you are NOT a good doppelganger)

Tobias (Insane)

Sergeant? Do you see those even tinier and uncanny eyes staring at the center of your soul? Well, I do. And it makes me shit my pants. The hair is even longer and unkempt due to Tobias becoming a completely feral and killer monster at the near end of the film. The cracks, were the hardest part of this whole process. But to be fair, it was completely worth it because on how uneven it is; Selling the appearance of a villain who has completely lost their sanity even more! I tried making the smile as unnatural as I can but, this was all that I can do. :(

Yeah Tobias does not give any fucks about his appearance any more, you can ask that to the untied bowtie, the nearly sliced off suit and the very loose belt. And oh my, where did you get that crystal shoulder armor? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And-THOMAS YOUR BLOOD IS STAINED ON THE BANDAGES OF YOUR KILLER NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Okay, not trying not to think about Thomas' death, the gray shirt has a little piece that is hanging out and slightly covering the belt. And the pants....Oh my god....The pants are utterly ruined forever.... But hey! Tobias got some cool punk-looking boots now! :DDDDD

I was originally going to make a fanmade fourth design but I lost way too many brain cells in the process of making Tobias and now I need to recharge them. 🥲🥲🥲

But hope you guys enjoy these designs as much as I did!

Tobias jumpscare lol

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

My cat is napping on my arm and therefore I Cannot Move so here are my headcanons about moth quints:

(Warning for moth pics if bugs ick you out)

I like to think quints are based on moths. Why? Because I like moths.

Anyway they have lots of fluff, feathery antennae, and markings down their backs that look like the pattern of moth wings. Here are the moths each quint resembles:

Omega

Atlas moth! The biggest of moths for the biggest of boys. His skin is a sort of bluish-brown color (like the lines cutting across the center of the wings) and his hair is reddish-orange with white streaks (more white than he used to have, since he’s an old man now). The fur on his body is various shades of orange, white, and brown, centered around his chest and shoulders with a ruff around his neck. The patterns on his arms mimic the forewings, while the patterns on his back mimic the hindwings (as with all quints). His antennae are biiiig and fluffy and he usually tucks them back into his hair to avoid them getting in the way of anything.

Delta

Blue tiger moth. He kept his blue coloring from his water ghoul days and his fur coloring somewhat retains the penguin-like pattern he had before (thank you @puppsworld for the penguin delta headcanon). His skin is light blue that fades to a dark navy on his extremities and his hair is the same dark navy. He’s not as fluffy as Omega and has less of a ruff. The patterns on his back/arms are fairly simple, just spots and lines like in the picture. His antennae are really long and tend to hit doorways so they’re always tucked back if not glamoured away fully.

Aether

Cecropia moth! His skin is a lighter gray (the very edges of the wings) and his hair is a desaturated rusty red (think the upper part of the diagonal wing stripes). He’s about as fluffy as Omega and his antennae are smaller but still very fluffy. He doesn’t tuck them down unless he’s working in the infirmary.

Phantom

Spanish moon moth. He has brown-purple skin (top of forewings) with patches of paler vitiligo and almost-black hair with a streak of white in the front. His fur is brown and yellow, spreading across his chest and shoulders but shorter and smoother than the other quints. His antennae are the smallest and thinnest out of all the quints so he doesn’t have to tuck them away. His wing patterns are vibrant green but patches of vitiligo make them pale yellow in places.

Some other stuff:

The fluff on a quint’s body is most concentrated on their chest, shoulders, tail, and paws/lower legs. They have catlike hind paws that are very fluffy.

Their antennae are really sensitive, both to magical energy and to touch. They’re also very expressive, usually moving in tandem with the ears. Keeping them tucked against one’s head can make them sore after a while.

They have horns too, they curve back over the ghoul’s skull so the antennae can easily be hidden for safety.

Since you’ve made it this far, here’s a picture of my cat and his favorite napping style. (Plus a bit of my boob and chest hair. Enjoy I guess /lh)

[gattnk]

When the ambitious Miki and the conformist Gas cross paths, it's pretty much an "unstoppable force VS unmovable object" situation.

Last but not least, a couple of fan favorites! My redesign process was very different for each one: I did a quick sketch of Gas on day one, as soon as I was done with Raf and Sulfus, and I pretty much stuck to it. Meanwhile, I couldn't form a clear thought for Miki until my AFapril comic prompted me to do it! Now, about that creative process:

While Miki's canon designs are significantly different, Gas is pretty straightforward. Even then, I decided to work on unifying their respective color palettes first, and then focus on their redesigns proper.

I went with their Prisma Fly colors as their new main colors. To contrast the orange better, I switched Gas' purple for a washed-out blue, and included black and white for variety's sake. In Miki's case I went with three shades of forest green and included key lime green since it's closer to yellow and pops out nicely; I also included desaturated browns and off-whites to visually frame the key lime better.

Since Miki is characterized as somewhat non-conforming in the comics, I doubled down and updated her parka jacket to something more extreme-sports looking (thank you @haloheadhater for helping me figure that one out!), added thick denim jeans to the mix and the toughest pair of timber boots I could come up with.

Gas is the kind of character that tries to look tough (despite being the least intimidating devil ever), so I added a biker's denim vest to crank the Cool Factor™ to the max. There's little difference between his canon designs, so blending them together was easy enough. I tried to preserve his iconic Emo Frog shirt with a minimalist design, all derived from triangles to keep in line with the devil design philosophy I've been keeping so far.

I wanted to reflect Miki's dragonfly mascot in her overall design, so I gave her wings a peculiar shape. While adult angels may have multiple pairs, Miki's wings are a single pair: I took inspiration from pennant-winged nightjars for her wing design.

Officially, Gas has the smallest wing-to-body ratio of the entire cast. He can still fly just fine, no worries, but he took more naturally to phasing walls and floors around the school to get by. My biggest challenge was his horns and wings, specifically finding the right shade of orange so they would not blend with his ginger hair. I didn't want to use red for his hair, nor blue for his horns/wings like his original designs, so I had to put my eyes to the test there.

Mascot placement once again comes with meaning: Gas' tomato frog may have bright and intimidating colors, but it's actually cute, round and inoffensive; it rests right over his heart to represent his true nature. Miki's green darner dragonfly hangs at the end of her braid: braids are often associated with bravery, wisdom, patience or experience in character design, and dragonflies are renowned for their maneuverability; this way, Miki's core traits are in the end held together by her ability to adjust on the fly.

There it is! the entire main cast of Angel's Friends, redesigned :D I've also been working on the humans and teachers, but it'll be a while before I finish those. For now my attention is almost entirely on my AF rewrite fic. Shameless self-promotion aside, I'm really proud of my script and characters, and I really appreciate it when I get comments/kudos/hits. So far everyone's been really kind and excited and I definitely share on the enthusiasm!

I'll Fly With You (rewrite fic) Art masterpost