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artepti · 16 days ago
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Lovingly led to Ruin (LLR) - Masterpost
 “I miss him.” - Part 2
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They're so sweet together, it would be a shame if something horrible happened to them :]
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yardikins · 6 months ago
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Hi Skyblr is this anything
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manuellarts · 8 months ago
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King.
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Corrupted King.
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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
I had actually drawn the corrupted version even BEFORE the actual design, and now that I've done it . . I can't stop😞🫵
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cacophony-eg · 2 years ago
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You know that old question of why did LBD change Wukong's outfit? I think I have found the answer, and it's thanks to Azure Lion.
(Pink) Both Azure's outfit and Possessed Wukong's have very similar styles, from the way the side hip flaps feed into the top, to how the armour sits on their shoulder and chests. There are some differences but the overall style is way to similar to not be inspired by one another.
(Red) Even Post Possessed Wukong's outfit has similar mix of gold and white.
I know the side hip flaps are initially red but in a later scene (Blue) they become white. So not 100% sure what's going on there but it does make PP Wukong's outfit look even more like Azure's.
Now In this screen shot of Azure, he is still a Celestial warrior. Erlang's "Champion" if you will. (I'll have to wait till the english version of the episode to come out before I can confirm that's what he's called.) That outfit could easily be a status symbol for what Celestial Champion's wear.
So when Wukong get's possessed, LBD starts calling Wukong her "Champion." She then changes his outfit to a "Celestial Champion's" but with her colouring. I think this was Lady Bone Demon's way of showing off (and rubbing it in) that Wukong was now her Champion.
(I now want to look over celestial guard/warrior outfits and see if Macaque's outfit mimics those as well.)
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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 2 years ago
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Dammit now all I can think about is your art of the corrupted SWK /pos
Do you think his powers would also be weird and distorted?
HEHHEHE
of course. i would say, he can use them perfectly but the way he does is so creepy and distorted that you can barely recognize his powers.
He uses shapeshifting, he looks like a human, but everyone can tell he isn't one.
He can use his cloud, somehow, it's drippy.
golden vision! Replaced with a little surprise....it has to do with clickers. From the last of us.
But you get the point!
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Corrupted King by Ognjen Sporin
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alwaysdevillain · 2 years ago
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peaceandlove26 · 6 months ago
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infinite potentiality
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beebfreeb · 3 months ago
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To all my long-term followers: You have to look through all of my art and deduct exactly what's wrong with me. I know you can do it by now.
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madfanatic · 7 months ago
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The Truth
Page 1 & 2 - Pages 3 & 4 - Page 5 & 6 - Page 7 & 8 - Page 9 & 10 - Page 11 & 12 - Page 13 & 14 - Page 15 With a deteriorating condition and under extreme stress and fear, Kirby begins to hallucinate his possessed friends as true horrors! (I PROMISE THE REST OF THE PAGES WILL NOT TAKE MONTHS TO POST IT-)
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artepti · 7 days ago
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Lovingly led to Ruin (LLR) - Masterpost
 “Under Command, Over the Line” - Part 1
Previous Episode │First │ Next (Coming Soon)
Oh, to be a powerful bone demon, sitting on a throne all day and sending out former heroes who are also your unwilling followers to do your chores...
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hello-sweetheart · 4 days ago
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I need to see Steve at his breaking point, kneeling in absolute defeat. Whimpering, crying, sobbing with a sword under his chin forcing him to look up that man who is now nothing but a stranger.
But, once he was a familiar and friendly face around the castle. Often running around with the outcasts and playing music in the town square. Telling stories of great heroic adventurers to the children that flocked around him to listen. A tall but scrawny thing with a mouth that knew not when to bite its tongue.
Steven makes a pathetic image for a prince. His skin is stained with tears, grime, and blood. Blood from his knights. Brothers in arms that he’d known since he was a mere child.
He’s nothing now, has nothing.
A fallen prince awaiting death.
Edward has his dark tresses tied at the nape of his neck. His eyes are dark as night, focused and fierce in his gaze. His chest heaves and exhaustion is evident, but he stands proud.
Vengeful.
Such a far cry from the once cowardly and impish man that Steven had known him to be.
Even with the sting of betrayal, the broken bond among him and children, adolescents now, that he had come to care for… he understands why someone would follow him.
He has the stance of a leader and the final unwavering judgement of a king.
Humilated, he thinks of his people, the children (his children), and even the servants that had joined the revolt against the crown. He wishes them a better life, a kinder one than he and his parents had given them under their family rule.
Steven trusts… he trusts in his people’s judgment, despite it all, and their faith in their soon-to-be King Edward.
Accepting the fate of their decision, his cries quiet but he makes no move to wipe the mess he’s made of himself.
Steve raises his chin just a bit higher and tries to steady his breath. Leans his head against the sword that’s at the side of his neck now, a swing away from finality, and looks up at the people’s king.
“Whatever kind of king you choose to be,” his mouth is parched and heavy with the taste of ash, “be a loving one.”
His closes his eyes, and waits.
“Then, my first act as King will be that of good faith to the people. Prince Steven… I show you mercy.”
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manuellarts · 9 months ago
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Like we don't see him enough
There's not enough content
So i took the liberty 💃✨
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cacophony-eg · 1 year ago
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Moon Knight and Sun King (Part 13) is UP!!!
Chapter 13: Ao3 Link: Here Wattpad Link: Here Chapter Summary: A swordswoman is a little too eager to fulfill her Prince’s wishes. Macaque’s mind spirals assuming the worst. A Ninja that will do anything for his Lady and he well… takes a little too much joy in tormenting his other side. Part 1 Part 12 Part 14
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real-sun-wukong-fan01 · 2 years ago
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How could I not draw this guy...i was in horror theme...
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kaidatheghostdragon · 2 months ago
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"You must be Ra's," Tucker stated, careful to keep on a poker face while he frantically assessed the situation - tied down to a chair, in what was probably the heart of this particular fruitloop's lair.
And there was a frankly disturbing number of similarities to the OG fruitloop: the way he stood, the style of his hair, the perpetual sneer.
The way he sent a shiver down Tucker's spine like Vlad used to be able to way back when he was still intimidating.
"Gotta say," Tucker continued, shoving his emotions down like only a human-born liminal that dealt with empathic rogues on the daily could ever manage, "not that impressed. For starters, your vibes are rancid, dude. Like, what do you do, bathe in corruption all day?"
That earned him a slap on the face, "You will speak when spoken to," Ra's ordered.
Tucker witheld a smirk. This guy seemed like the type to order subordinates around to do absolutely everything. The fact that he personally slapped Tucker with his own hand? It could only mean that Tucker was already under the guy's skin.
"Well, that just means I can keep talking since you just spoke to me," Tucker retorted, unafraid of another slap. Really, compared to the abuse he put himself through helping Danny, and the way his liminality skyrocketed in the last couple of years, it was barely even a love-tap. It didn't even sting.
Ra's raised a brow, giving the distinct impression that he was absolutely livid, though that may have been the liminal empathy cluing Tucker in. He'd never been great at reading emotions until that particular ability developed.
"Who do you work for?" Ra's began the interrogation.
Tucker returned with his best affronted glare, "Frankly, I'm offended that you don't believe I could do all this entirely on my own."
"Kill him," Ra's stated as he turned to leave, sounding so unimpressed that it almost seemed bored.
Out of the shadows, an arrow flew straight at Tucker, who slipped his restraints (thank you liminality for giving him limited ghost powers) and caught the arrow before it pierced his chest, "Yeah, no. Imma veto that."
Ra's turned back around, looking almost impressed.
It made Tucker feel way slimier than Vlad could ever hope to achieve. He repressed a shudder. After all, his job here was to keep Ra's distracted while the others invisibly raided the place, destroyed the pits, and planted explosives.
Tucker, being the technopath, would normally stay behind in the chair, but the League of Assassins was well defended against cyber attacks, forcing them to pivot somewhat in order to successfully infiltrate the place. He ended up creating a digital duplicate of himself (a literal duplicate, like Danny could do, but Tucker's duplicate could only ever exist inside of a computer, by all appearances a true AI) that the others could upload to the servers once they found them.
Beyond that, there wasn't much Tucker could do beyond providing a distraction. Sure, the LoA's technology was absolutely worth drooling over, but they didn't rely on it like most of the modern world did. There was no internet connection, electronic locks, or surveillance for Tucker to hack into and make his own. This place was all stone doors and medieval fortifications.
"Impressive," Ra's complimented after a moment of silent appraisal, "perhaps you are worthy of my attention after all."
Tucker scoffed, getting the clear impression that this guy fully expected the ground he walked on to be worshipped after admitting such small praise, "You're not the first megalomaniac I've had to deal with, and you won't be the last." (Team Phantom had an entire list of fruitloops to work through once their LoA financial backing was removed, after all) "I'll give you props for the sweet ninja cult you got going on, though. Gotta say, that's a first for me."
"Assassins," Ra's corrected.
"Same diff," Tucker retorted with a handwave, knowing full well that a guy like Ra's would be miffed by such a dismissal. He further feigned disinterest by examining the arrow he was still holding. Tucker had taken a few archery lessons when he was younger and picked it back up by training a bit under Princess Dora's royal guard. He was... decent, with a bow. He could reliably hit his target as long as he had a couple of seconds to aim - or used something laced in technology that allowed his technopathy to steady it.
The arrow was expertly crafted and perfectly balanced. His heightened liminal senses smelled a substance on the arrowhead - probably a paralytic, not that it would have kept Tucker down for very long, even if it had breached his heart, which would have been a quick death for any baseline human. He tossed it from hand to hand a few times, feeling the weight, the threw it like a dart into one of the nearest shadows. A soft thud echoed through the room when the arrowhead bonked the chestplate of the assassin standing there, then a clatter when it fell to the ground.
"If I had a bow, he'd be dead," Tucker needlessly commented, thumb pointing to the hidden guard. He was somewhat surprised the dude didn't catch the arrow like Tucker had. But then again, if the shadows were meant to fully conceal him, catching the arrow would have given him away from the arrow not making noise or falling to the ground.
"You knew he was there," Ra's stated more than asked.
"And the eleven others," Tucker easily replied, "A full dozen to guard the King of the Cult. Not that it'll make any difference. I've already won."
Tucker didn't have any misconcieved notion that his liminality would give him an edge over a dozen trained assassins. It doesn't really matter how good your senses are or how fast your reflexes when you have to dodge a dozen attacks simultaneously. But what he could do was turn intangible during those first few seconds of adrenaline-fueled panic, more than long enough for either of the Phantoms, neither of which were currently more than a few hundred yards distant, to reach him and drag him away from immediate danger.
So Tucker latched onto that confidence borne of complete trust in his team, and radiated it as much as he could, daring Ra's to call his bluff with nothing more than a knowing smirk.
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