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[mossy-paws]

draw scythe eating some spaghetti maybe ^_^

I wasn’t actually planning to draw this but I’m taking a bit of a break on the TMA designs so I’m gonna be working on doodles for a bit

[mossy-paws]

OHOHOHHHHH THIS IS FUN!!

🐟) I began drawing at around 4 years old, I only really got involved in digital art at around ~10-11?

🫧) I like both, I’m not too big of a fan of traditional *drawing* with pen or pencil, but I’ve always ADORED watercolors and painting. Digital art is my go-too though for sure

❄️) Around 2000x2500 or 2500x2500 pixels!

🌊) sometimes!! I wouldn’t call them warmup sketches but concept sketches I’ll do every once in a while… I RARELY sketch pieces out beforehand though and prefer to just skip the sketch phase all together

(the bonus’:)

💧) MMMMMMMMMM THIS REALLY JUST DEPENDS,,, i think probably front-facing views? Ive always had difficulties when it came to figuring out side profiles so YEAH LMAO

🌨️) varies on the piece but generally 4-9, I get stressed if I go over that amount :’DD

🪼) just stuff in hyperfixated in, I don’t generally enjoy drawing vent art or gore because it makes me feel worse (even though I do have a particular fondness for gore and horror content in art) so drawing either is a bleh, I’ll just draw whatever comes to mind!

💍) yeah 100%, honestly I think i draw my oc’s less the more i like them LMAO

🦋) Looking at my art GENERALLY I lean towards more warm colors, it’s not intentional though

🐬) J-pop for DAYS or podcasts like the Magnus archives, rslash, video game playthroughs, etc etc

🐳) drawn with my right hand :’D

🐋) trying to figure out what this means but. I think I probably enjoy drawing fur or feathers the most when it comes to lines

🫐) UHHH not really as much as I’d like if that makes sense? I do like my drawings when it comes to stuff like that but it’s INCREDIBLY inconsistent aesthetic-wise, if anything I would probably want to aim for a more studio ghibli-themed look to my art, I just struggle with anime styles- I am learning though :3!

🧊) no lol

✈️) way too much for my own good 💔… approximately 2-6 hours a day although it varies

💎) DEPENDS but generally night

🩵) My main art posting site is generally Twitter or @/mossypawsss ! My general tag for art though is @/mossy.paws :3

💙) I wish my art was more just,, better, I guess is the right word? I mean, I’m happy with it of course but I do wish I could do things like comics/animate/etc, I’ve just never been able to hold the motivation down for that long. I also just wish my art had a more whimsical feel too it, like landscapes/forests/natural stuffs

🧢) anatomy :’DD, most specifically arms and legs drive me INSANE, hands/heads/body/etc are fine, but figuring out positions for arms and legs is the most aggravating process ever

🐠) Someone in bogcom gave him chocolates to help sooth his cramps 😔🙏 (/ij /silly)

🌼Artist Ask meme!🌼

There’s probably a lotta these out there but I wanted to make one of my own! Hopefully these are fun<3 

Send an emoji for each question!

 🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?  

 ✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?   

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

✨ How often do you draw?

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw? 

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

[mossy-paws]

If you could, please make a guide on how you color/shade your horns, i'm having so much trouble with the horns they always come out looking dull af anyway thanks for reading

I think this about sums its up!

Okay so to start off- draw the general outline of your horn

Fill it in with your base color- depending on what your going for I would recommend using a bright, saturated color for this

second is fill in your shadow area with a less saturated color of your horn, I reccomend using color's next to eachother on the color scale for this (yellow being shaded with orange, teal being shaded with blue or a darker teal, magenta being shaded with purple, etc) make sure that your shadow is NOT touching the lineart, this will give your horn a glassy effect and should look very nice :3

add your highlights, make sure these are next to eachother on the color scale as well (red being highlighted with orange and yellow, etc). Make sure these are touching the edges of the horns

add a white highlight to the colored highlights, add an extra darker shadow to your shadowed area as well as a very dark small shadow too it. Mix in some other colors as extra highlights and details

go crazy with rendering! Mix in other colors, add more highlights, mix some glitter effects in there with white, and add your clipping layer/color over your lineart with shading (lighter areas on the horn like highlights bordering the horns will have a lighter, more saturated lineart color)

[mossy-paws]

can u draw scythe doing the whip and nae nae

Nice try.

[mossy-paws]

Hi me again. I have bad news. So I ask what to do when a new born pm fans happens and we have 3 ways to go at this. 1: We corrupt you into the never ending brainrot pit (scary but cozy down here) 2: Pm isolation (Whatever that means) or 3: a lobotomy...

So far I’ve been playing for a week and I’m already halfway through canto 4 so a lobotomy MAY be the best option here /silly

[mossy-paws]

OH MY GOD DO I HAVE A STORY FOR THIS.

so, my name is Seandra, pronounced “SEE-AN-DRA”, as we know though, but bad news, my mother forgot the dash over the e (é) that would’ve made it have emphasis… Sean is also another way to say/spell “Shawn”. often, people tend to mispronounce my name and call me “SHAWN-dra,” like, always, to the point where almost no one gets my names pronunciation correct first try, my nickname (Sea) is to combat this and usually I just introduce myself as Sea to avoid that happening, I barley even use my real name unless it’s for legal documents and reasons and stuff 😭😭😭

[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Superhero X Villain! F! Reader

Wanna buy me a coffee: ☕

TW: Dubcon, spankings, kidnapping, bodily horror

PT.2

Your real name is Y/N L/N, but your villain name is Anima. After your latest failure in trying to find a job, you went into the woods to end it all. Then, by some miracle, an entity older than any Abrahamic religion found your dead body and brought you back to life. Your senses were heightened, and you could hear the animal's chatter and noises as words. With a new feeling of power, you went through society doing whatever you wanted. Even if it meant a few people with broken bones or blood on the floor. That was until a superhero by the name of superhero by the name of Ultimate Man appeared and started defeating you in battle.

He isn't going to be a problem anymore after you take him out with your new suit. Not only does it have the abilities and strengths of every animal alive, but it has the strengths and abilities of the extinct ones. It took kidnapping a paleontologist, but it is so worth it.

"Anima, surrender, and you won't get hurt," Ultimate Man commands, floating a few feet above the ground.

"Sorry, but rent's due," You say, running off with the bags of money from the bank.

As you run, he shoots lasers at you, but you dodge them by zigzagging. Unfortunately, this leads to you not paying attention to where you're going, and you run yourself off a harbor walk. The money sinks into the ocean, and you struggle to swim back up. You switch to the abilities of any marine animal, but it's still not helping you. You see your feet entangled in seaweed and try to break free. Your struggle to free yourself has worn you out, and it seems like this is your last run. Your vision goes black as your instincts tell you to go up to the surface and breathe.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you open your eyes, your jaw and ass feel sore. You try to talk, but there's a gag in your mouth.

"How dare you be such a bad girl and cause so much trouble? Do you have no respect for anyone in this city? Who cares if your rent is due? Get! A! Fucking! Job!" Ultimate Man rants, spanking your ass after every word.

"MM! MH! AWCH!" You scream, your legs kicking as Ultimate Man uses his godly strength to spank you.

The tight latex suit didn't help with the spankings, in fact, the material made sure your body could feel them at their full force.

"Oh, I see the worst girl of the century has awakened. How does it feel knowing you almost got yourself killed trying to steal money?" Ultimate Man asks, taking off your gag.

His blonde hair with light blue highlights, aquamarine eyes, and skin-tight latex white and blue suit is a sight for the eyes. His appearance is ethereal, representing his alien origin from outer space sent to help out Earth on its newest supernatural threat(you.) Who knew having the power of every animal in existence would warrant alien help for the planet Earth?

"I'm sorry, Ultimate Man. I was only trying to pay my rent. Honest," You plead, bracing for another swat to the ass. "I didn't get the raise at my job, even though I deserve it, and I couldn't pay this month's rent."

"I believe you," Ultimate Man says, his hand still rubbing your ass. "But that doesn't mean I forgive you for what you did. I was so worried when you didn't rise from the water. I thought I lost you forever. I need a suitable mate, and you're the only one with abilities almost equal to mine on this planet."

"I'm sorry, WHAT?! I thought you were in a relationship with that news writer, Lora?" You ask, lifting your head.

"Are you kidding me? We're just friends. She couldn't compare to your beauty and strength. Now then, how about we get to know each other."

Ultimate Man peels off your eye mask, then takes out his contacts. There are no pupils in his eyes, just pools of aquamarine. It creeps you out, but at least he's still hot.

"I'm ☍⍀⍜⎍☍⟒⋏ ⏃⏃⍀☍⟒⋔. But you can call me Krouken Aarkem, which is pronounced Cro-oo-can Ar-kem. My human father calls me Ken. Now, what's your name?" Ultimate Man asks, lifting your body with ease.

"It's Marnie," You lie, not wanting to give him your real name.

His fingertips glow blue, and he places them on your head. Pain takes over your head as he searches through the deepest parts of your memory.

"Y/N M/N L/N. What a beautiful name. I'll make sure to bring over your cat so you can have your baby," Krouken says, removing his hands from you.

You slap him and stumble to the other side of the couch.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan, holding your head.

"What did I do wrong? Please don't be mad at me!" Krouken cries, jumping onto your body and hugging you tightly. "I'll never do it again unless you want me to! I promise! Just don't be mad at me!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm not mad at you! Just get off of me!" You yell, pushing him off you after feeling his boner on your leg.

"Yay! Now, we can engage in the Plutonian ritual we call Improving."

Krouken starts taking off his suit, revealing his naked body to you. You back up but bump into the couch, leaving you nowhere to run. He touches your suit, liquifying the material and making it fall off your body like water. Krouken kisses you, his hand tracing every part of your body as if he were memorizing it.

"Your heart is beating fast? Do you want to fight me?" Krouken asks his hand on your chest.

"No. It's just something the human body does when we feel certain emotions," You explain, holding Krouken's hand.

"So you are excited to Improve too? Excellent, I can move forward," Krouken replies, his two dicks merging into one with the width of an adult's fist.

Your eyes widen in fear of the inhuman cock in front of you. There was no way it was going to fit. It was too wide to fit in your human pussy. If it were to go inside you, you'd feel it in your lungs.

"Wait, I think we should-" You plead, only for Krouken to shove his massive cock inside of you.

You can feel it moving inside as if his dick was made from thousands of little suction cups that were kissing your vaginal walls. Krouken's arm holds you in place, and he thrusts.

"Keep going, Krouken!" You moan, lifting your leg and putting it on his shoulder.

Krouken bites and sucks your nipples as he thrusts faster, his dick suction cups losing their grip and becoming more slippery.

"You're never going to be a bad girl ever again. I'm going to fill your stomach up with so many babies that you'll never be able to think of doing stupid shit without having trouble standing up. You're going to birth the next generation of my people. You're mine, all mine. Not those villain's colleague or someone else's enemy, mine," Krouken rambles, thrusting at an inhuman rate, destroying whatever tightness your pussy had.

His eyes become white as he cums, his alien cock suction cups releasing thousands of sperm. Upon his sperm's release, his genital suction cups regained their grip on your walls, and sucking on them, making you go into overdrive. You cum on his dick, and he shudders. Both of you relish in your afterglow, sweat dripping from your body.

"So, what did you think of Improving?" Krouken asks, his head resting on your breasts.

"It was good. By the way, why do your people call it that?" You ask, rubbing Krouken's wet hair.

"Because we improve each other's bodies. Once my seed is in you, it will rework some human DNA so you'll be more like me and vice versa. Your skin is already starting to become shiny and ethereal like my skin," Krouken answers, kissing your neck.

Your body feels extremely hot, like lava is in your veins, and your eyes are burning like no tomorrow. Your spine releases a horrifying crack as your body involuntarily jolts upwards. All you can do is scream as your bones and body transform permanently.

[valence-gnome-bandit]

every god needs an imp chapter 2!

notes: I'm so hyped for this fic!

summary: homelander hunts down his new pet magician.

Six later days Homelander was walking out of an investors meeting that he didn't understand a word of when he spotted Ashley meekly trying to get his attention by following him half tripping over the slightly to high heels she was wearing clipboard in hand. "Homelander! Homelander, hi." Ashley smiled at him as she stood next to him finally.

"yes?" he sighed, drained from talk of quarterly spending and debates about whether or not the vought for women TV channel was worth it anymore.

"So, the final member of the seven!" her smile dropped corners of her mouth nervously twitching. "she's not answering our calls, texts or emails..."

Homelander stared at her lips, parted slightly in a combination of apathy and annoyance he couldn't quite process at the moment. "seriously? you can't get this D list snooki knock off to answer an email? good job Ashley Christ it's like you're somehow trying to make my life hell." he slipped his hands over his face and through his hair before clenching them exhaling dramatically through his nose between glaring at an intern who nearly ran into him.

"you know what, fuck it. I don't need to do a commercial for the Homelander edition sneakers I'm taking care of this myself the seven is my team and clearly everyone here is fucking incompetent." he turned away from Ashley before she could reply storming straight into the elevator.

The MGM Grand was, well, grand. Homelander landed in the parking lot, paying not a single lick of attention to the people who stared at him as he walked through the hollow chest of the lion. It reminded him of the sphinx, a monument to hedonism and a display of wealth but an omen of doom for marriages and wallets. One day, one day soon, they would build things like this to him paragons to the god that is homelander.

walking into the lobby he payed no mind to the marble floors and decor he didn't care he'd seen more impressive things at vought land, instead he made a beeline to the casino area figuring it was before sunset his little magician was probably out entertaining drunk floridians who thought that Vegas was the pinnacle of entertainment. The gaudy carpet made him dizzy instantly, bright lights, endless sounds of mud people chattering, music playing, and the reek of alcohol was overloading his super senses in seconds. It felt like he was 16 in a crowd of investors that poked and prodded at him laughing hot disgusting whiskey breath into his face as tears welled in his eyes. but now he was 41 and couldn't take off miles away he had to face it, he's a god it should be easy. should be.

He wandered through the maze of beeping machines and the drunken heathens who banged away at them hoping for their money back for what felt like years before finally reaching the bar. sitting down for a second he spotted a small crowd surrounding a small stage where he could see faint glows of purple spill out highlighting the edges of the onlookers turning them all into silhouettes. His feet moved automatically to the area peering over the heads of tipsy men who cheered at the figure standing in front of a table doing complex card tricks even he couldn't keep up with.

Eyes flicked from soft hands to the magician, Eccentrica, as she stood up to her full height. It was like a spotlight snapped on revealing eccentrica magica in all her glory. covered complex spirals of purple metal that matched her glowing irises hugging her body so tight that her silhouette looked naked. The armor mimicked a suit with coat tails and a collar like a blazer that opened up to her chest in a V to her cleavage. That manic smile was wide and sharp framed by red heart shaped lips, round face framed by a cloud of curly brown hair, the top of her head covered by a top hat that matched the armor. her skin was pale, soft despite being bulletproof only further display that she was the cream of the crop even if the crop she came from was Walmart brand. Despite this homelander was amused by her, she was good at her job he observed as she took tips from one far too drunk man slipping her a 100$ in twenties that she didn't care to correct him on. plus, she was nice to look at; thick thighs, his height, not too fat but still plump giving something to really grab, and on top off all of that big boobs which was a deal sealer for him.

“hmm.” she was looking down as she approached him standing in front of him inches away hands on hips, she clicked her high heels together so she was standing perfectly straight. “Vought really wants me back so badly that they sent their top show dog eh?” tilting her head up she looked up at him from just under the brim of her top hat glowing eyes piercing into his soul making his bones feel cold.

“I'm not a show dog, I'm running the show. I'm here because we're giving you the opportunity to join the seven. We would very much appreciate your help, you have a strong fanbase and your talented you've convinced me that your worthy of joining the seven.” homelander tucked his arms behind him neatly speaking slowly and confidently, eyes still locked with Eccentrica’s.

Eccentrica let out a curt chirp of a laugh as she took her top hat off shaking her hair a bit, “that's what you think, you're a show dog that's why you're so darn pretty. Also why on earth would I become a hero?” she cocked her head, the glow in her eyes dimming the longer she went without using her powers. She was like some kind of bunny, the kind you pull out of a hat: unexpected, fluffy, and dramatic.

Homelander didn't respond to her instant compliments, that's one thing he had to give her; she was charismatic. “Don't you want to serve your country? Plus the pay is good, you get your own penthouse, and… well the best part you get to be even more famous, fame far beyond your little notion of daytime TV fame.” Giving her a good ol 'corporate smile he offered her his left hand. “Come on eccentrica, what have you got to lose?”

She stared at him, eyes flicking between his hand and face for a moment. “My dignity. I may be famous for kissing women and doing cocaine on live TV but I'm not insane.” She walked past him, she walked straight past him not even bothering to move all the way past him, her left arm hitting his. Then she sat at the bar and ordered a cherry Pepsi.

Who the fuck did she think she was?

thank you for reading <3

[kybercrystals94]

Unconventionally Easy

(Part 1)

By KyberCrystals94

Read on Ao3 here!

Whumptober 2023|Day 7|Prompt 7: Radio Silence | “Can you hear me?”

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Please don’t leave me!

Rated: T

Words: 1,459

Summary: A mission goes awry, leaving Tech and Echo trapped, and their brothers racing against time.

“I hate this planet,” Wrecker’s voice whines through the comm. “It’s too hot.”

“Say that one more time, I’ll shoot you to put you out of your misery,” comes Crosshair’s sympathetic response.

“I’ll shoot both of you if you don’t stop the unnecessary comm chatter.” Hunter’s threat is followed by a moment of blessed silence; however, Hunter breaks it with, “Tech, Echo, are you about done in there?”

Tech and Echo swap exasperated glances. Tech can’t actually see Echo’s facial expression because of the clone’s helmet, but his body language is read easily enough. The drop of his shoulders, the subtle tilt of his head. Tech chuckles. “It seems the heat is wearing down our brothers’ patience.”

“What patience?” Echo mutters back, but he picks up his comm to reply. “Just about, Sarge. Give us five more minutes.”

A meaningful pause. “Roger that. Take your time.”

“I can think of so many beautiful responses to that,” Echo tells Tech, “He’s setting me up.”

Tech starts another decoding program on his data pad as he grins. “More like setting Crosshair up.”

“Oh, I bet the man is biting through his tongue right now,” Echo agrees.

Jokes and teasing aside, the splicing duo did feel sympathy for their brothers having to work out in the heat while they had the benefit of working in a temperature-controlled room. Even the short distance they’d had to traverse from the Marauder to the control center had been suffocating, leaving their blacks damp under their armor from sweat and humidity.

“I thought our blacks were supposed to withstand extreme weather,” Echo says, making conversation while he works on sorting information through his scomp.

“Ideally, that would be the case; however, there is a limit to everything, I suppose.” Tech plugs a data stick into the console. “You may start the download whenever it is available.”

“Downloading now.”

“At this rate, we may be done in only two minutes,” Tech says.

“Life Day came early this year.”

Sweltering climate aside, this mission had proven to be unconventionally easy. Tech fights his impulse to make mention of it, not that he is in any way given to superstition. His brothers, on the other hand, are. He can just imagine the curses he’d receive from all four of them if he even utters a word about it. So, he keeps his mouth shut, even as his mind trundles through the statistical likelihood of their mission being completed without a single “hitch”, so to speak. It would be their first. Fascinating.

So enraptured is he in his own train of thought that he doesn’t notice the slight tremor beneath his boots until Echo asks, “Do you feel that?”

“Yes,” Tech says, clicking through the controls. “We haven’t tripped any alarms.” There is a noticeably gradual increase, and the floor begins to sway.

“Earthquake?”

Tech shakes his head, having already checked the planet’s environmental radars on his data pad. “I suggest we get out of here now.”

“I just finished the download,” Echo confirms with a nod, and Tech snatches the data stick out of the console, tucking it in his pocket.

Echo begins to speak into his comm as they stumble across the now aggressively shaking floor. “Something’s not right. We’re leaving the facility now. We will meet you --”

Tech isn’t sure if Echo even finishes his sentence, because the whole building begins to crumble around them in a roar of heat and explosions. The floor disappears and he is aware of the sensation of falling; then the sickening thud of landing, forcing the air from his lungs. Then there is nothing.

“Echo, come in! Tech?”

Static is the only response to the shared and private comm lines. Hunter growls, going back to the shared comm. “Crosshair, what do you see?”

“The building collapsed,” the sniper huffs. It sounds like he is actively running.

“More like imploded,” comes Wrecker’s assessment.

Hunter sensed as much, both through his enhancement and the literal rumble of the earth under him, although he can't see anything from where he was situated. He briefly debates if he should join Crosshair and Wrecker in running to the facility or go for the Marauder. He is equal distance from both; however, common sense quickly overrides his need to race bodily to his brothers’ aid. The Marauder will have scanners and medical supplies, which they will likely need.

“I’m going to retrieve the Marauder,” Hunter says, “Keep in touch and be aware of your surroundings.”

He waits until he gets two brief responses before he starts for the ship.

Echo can’t move. He’s enclosed. Trapped. Skako Minor. The Algorithm. CT-1409, CT-1409... He’s back in the stasis chamber, his mind, his memories, his thoughts being harvested as a weapon against his brothers. He tries to struggle, tries to rip himself free from his restraints. He can’t.

Trapped.

Captured.

CT-1409...

Panic burns his skin. The icy cool of a stasis chamber.

“No! Let me out!” he screams.

“Echo!”

The voice is familiar but safe. Not one of Techno Union’s scientists, not a captor.

A savior. A brother. A friend.

“Tech,” Echo sobs. “Help. Don’t leave me here. Please.”

There is silence, and Echo wonders if he imagined it. Tech isn’t here at all. He is alone. No one is here to save him. Alone. CT-1409. CT-1409...

But Tech’s voice breaks again through the emptiness. “I am not going anywhere, vod. We are going to be okay, Echo, but we must remain calm.”

Vod. The word finds purchase on the verge of his hysteria, anchoring him to reality. Not Skako Minor. Not the Algorithm. He’s Echo. He’s free. But he’s still trapped. Breathing still hurts.

“Where are we?” Echo asks, voice pressed thin and trembling.

“We were on a mission. A simple data extraction. The building we were in collapsed. We are currently trapped in the rubble; however, Hunter, Crosshair and Wrecker are going to get us out. We will be alright.” Tech ticks off the facts of their situation like it’s simply a debriefing.

“Are you injured?” Echo asks, voice still wobbly. Focus on Tech. Focus on reality. Focus. Focus.

“Not critically,” Tech assures him. “You?”

“I’m pinned, can’t move,” Echo says. His throat hurts, trying to keep his voice steady.

“That is not ideal,” Tech admits, “but our brothers will have that remedied in short order.” He doesn’t sound as confident as his words.

But Echo agrees anyway. “Yeah.”

“Is your helmet still on?”

“Yes.”

“That is good. The air quality in here is incredibly low at the moment.”

Echo breathes a hollow burst of nervous laughter, the adrenaline still surging through his blood stream. “Never would’ve guessed.”

Tech chuckles. “I will say it is probably still cooler here than it is where the others are.”

“Lucky us,” Echo grumbles lightly.

It isn’t like Tech to make offhanded and useless comments. They always have a purpose. Distantly, Echo realizes the purpose is to keep him calm, to drag him from the spiral of panic. Thank the force it’s working.

“Our comms are down; however, our last location is known. And while we are not able to communicate with the others verbally, they should still be able to use the trackers to pinpoint where to find us in the destruction.”

Echo wants to ask how long Tech thinks they’ll be stuck down here; however, he probably won’t like the answer, and it won’t change the situation. Instead, he asks, “Why do you think the building exploded?”

“I speculate that it was a remote detonation. Perhaps it was planned to sabotage intruders such as ourselves, or they were hoping to destroy the information before we retrieved it, and we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Is it safe for the others to try and get us out?” Echo asks, suddenly concerned for his squad mates on the other side of the rubble.

“Probably not,” Tech responds, “Although, we don’t really have a say in the matter, and I trust they can handle themselves without our supervision, surprising as that may be.”

“You know, it’s usually your plans that get us into trouble.”

“Untrue. It is our squad diverting from my plans that get us into trouble.”

“Maybe there’s a good reason we have to divert from your plans...”

Tech interrupts with a huff of annoyance. “I believe that this line of conversation is ineffective.”

Echo chuckles. “I believe that you know I’m right and are trying to end the discussion.”

“Agree to disagree,” Tech replies primly.

Despite being trapped, a sense of calm has come over Echo. He is with his brother; their other brothers are coming for them. They are going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

Please let it be okay.

TBC

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[shadowofwar-goober]

The Shaman and the Bard- Ch. 15 New Home

It must be better than what he had- or at least more than what he had or didn't have, right? It's a strange place with strange uruks... At least they have a lot of bones.

xxx

The cold was unlike anything that Hûra had experienced in his short life. He didn’t have the proper attire to be in such conditions! He shivered and clung to the back of the Mystic that he rode with. The caragor that he did ride (for a short while) has given to an uruk of a much, much higher ranking than he was, perhaps even a higher ranking than the uruk he currently rode behind, since he was one of the few that led their little group deeper and deeper into the mountains.

Others were brought into the group in a similar manner that he was. Abandoned, crying and heartbroken… Hûra wanted to reach out to them, at least to say a few comforting words to let them know they would be okay now, but he was pulled back into line and told to remain silent. So he did, with his head hanging low and his eyes focused on the dark-clad back in front of him. The entire trip was steeped in misery. The only comfort Hûra has was in seeing that his crows had been following him since they first left Cirith Ungol.

His crows were never far away. The feelings that were twisting his stomach into knots eased slightly whenever they would fly low or close enough for him to see them. Whenever they stopped, Hûra would sink to the ground and greet them instead of focusing on yet another crying pup begging to stay with the clan that never wanted them in the first place. Hûra did feel guilt when he ignored them… A lot of guilt… He couldn’t do anything for them now- the elders wouldn’t allow him when he tried- but maybe he can at least say some words of encouragement and understanding whenever they get to…. Where are they going…? 

The snow had picked up considerably. The higher up they went into the mountains, the sharper the winds became. Hûra couldn’t help but to cling to the Mystic in front of him, though he could tell that the uruk was on the cusp of elbowing him in the face as a means to get him off his back. But he didn’t. The Mystic remained stiff and tense, though perhaps he was merely shivering from the cold like Hûra was? Under the chattering of his teeth and the strain of his muscles, Hûra heard the Mystics talking to one another.

“-following him for?”

“Since- I reckon.”

“No, longer.” 

“Could it be-?”

Hûra couldn’t make out much of anything else. What were they talking about? A sudden wave of anxiety washed over him as the Mystic he was riding with turned to look at one of the many crows that have been following them since they first picked Hûra up. Will- Would they hurt them…? They haven’t yet, nor have they chased them off… Hûra tugged on the older uruk’s cloak until he snapped-

“What?! We will not be stop-”

“P-Please don’t h-hurt the-em…” The Mystic turned to look at him, lip curled in confusion. 

“Wha-?” Hûra sniffled, wiping his tears and snot away with the back of his hand.

“T-The c-cro-ows… The-ey’re good… D-Don’t hu-urt the-em…” His voice was a pathetic whimper, barely coherent from how he was shivering. But the Mystic both heard and understood him. His voice was a little softer now, but there was something about it that felt disingenuous to Hûra.

“Do not fear, little pup. Your birds will be safe with us.”

He certainly hoped so…

Hûra  could only feel sick as they seemed to reach their final destination. It was an outpost deep within the mountains of a region that he was wholly unfamiliar with. They had traveled for days without seeing another soul- no other outposts, no camps, no travelers- nothing. They were in the heart of the snowy mountains and Hûra could feel nothing other than nausea and uncertainty.

Leaving the caragors behind, Hûra was ‘guided’ (more like: pushed) into the handful of pups that were picked up along the way to their new home. Most were a little smaller than him, two were a bit taller, all of them looked exactly as he felt: overwhelmed and freezing. He gently put a hand on a smaller uruk’s shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. He flinched and looked back at Hûra. Smiling was awkward. The other pup just lowered his head and shied away from his touch. 

“S-Sor-“

“The elders wish to greet you all. Come along-“

They were guided deeper into camp. Hûra felt uncomfortable as older uruks walked behind them, not pushing or shoving like he was accustomed to, but rather putting enough pressure on them to keep them moving forward. 

The snow was packed down from foot traffic, but it was slippery. Several younger uruks slipped, many fell- Hûra was one of them- and one fell into the snow that was slightly off the path. It completely enveloped him to the point that he needed help standing back up. 

Everything was sparse. The tents plain, the few buildings were largely unadorned… There were fires but no food cooking. There was no meat being chopped up, no furs being skinned or leather being cured. No smiths working on armaments- Nothing. It was silent, save for the howling of the wind. But it wasn’t empty. 

Uruks that were clad in strange garb were everywhere. They wore white robes- a stark contrast to the black that was always attributed to the Mystics- something scratchy and looking far too thin for the harshness of the environment. They looked… tired. Not sick but something else. It wasn’t physical- they were thin but not starved- no, it was something else. Something on the inside, Hûra thought. But what…? 

They were brought to not a tent, but rather a wooden building. Hûra hasn’t seen many of those in Cirith Ungol! He was accustomed to tents that were partially open to the elements, not shelters that were closed off to the outside world. It was… odd, though it must be because of how damn cold it was. Still, he felt his guts twist into knots and his fingertips began to itch as he awkwardly shuffled inside along with his peers. The light inside was a lot brighter than he expected. As was the warmth… Hûra squinted and rapidly blinked his eyes until they adjusted to the light.

Oh… 

The inside was nothing like how the rest of the camp looked. On the outside, anyway. It was… full! Full of all kinds of things! Hûra’s eyes darted around, mouth slightly agape in awe. It was… what’s the word… ornate? Cloths of different lengths, textures and patterns hung from the walls, the ceiling, draped off of the furniture- Furniture! Hûra had never seen so many pieces of furniture in his life! Tables, chairs, benches, shelves full of books and strange things in jars and- and-

So many bones… 

His eyes lingered on a mandible that laid on a kind of short, low table- Hûra couldn’t think of the name. There were uruks waiting for them at the center of the main, open room, in front of a roaring fireplace with more bones-! An arm bone of… a caragor? It’s missing from the wrist down, but it’s large enough and bowed enough that it must be, unless it’s another, more exotic beast. There was an interesting crack along the ulna that Hûra could see all the way at the back- front?- of the room, near the entrance. He took a strand of his hair and shoved it into his mouth, chewing and sucking on it as he struggled to tear his eyes away from all the distractions around him.

So many beautiful distractions…

Hûra trained his eyes on the back in front of him. He began to sweat. They are talking. The elders- his new elders- are already speaking and he wasn’t paying attention! Their voices sound far away. Not muffled but just… quiet. He can’t focus! Even when an uruk clad in black walked down the line of pups, looking over them, stopped just beside of him, Hûra couldn’t stop himself from chewing on his hair and staring blankly in space, craving to get his hands on one- just one!- of the bones in the room.

They had so much to tell him… He could feel it! So many hands have touched them… They have been used in different rituals, they have seen so many different things… If he could just-

His eyes drift to the side. The uruk’s hood is pooled around his neck and shoulders. His hair was short and brown, clean too. They were all clean smelling, though there were strong smells that Hûra couldn’t quite place. Something spicy, something that stings his nose and burns his throat. The uruk stared at him, narrowing his eyes. Hûra nearly swallowed his hair as he quickly focused all his attention forward. 

The elders were already done talking and Hûra hasn’t heard a word of it. He heard talk of shamans, of training, of… he didn’t know! What a fool he was! Maybe his clan was right… Maybe he is nothing but a useless fuck up… An embarrassment… He was nearly vibrating out of his skin when the crowd began to disperse a little.

“Become acquainted with your new surroundings, little ones. This is a common area for all the uruks of our clan. You may come and go as you please. Within reason, of course.” When no one went far from their original positions, the elder quickly added-

“We will come for you in a few hours. Please explore your surroundings.”

Some pups did eventually fan out to look around this ‘common area’ as the elder called it. Hûra was still a little uncertain, as were many others. That one Mystic was still eyeing him up or… was he? Maybe he was only being paranoid… Maybe he was only watching to make sure they didn’t fight or steal or… whatever else they expected a bunch of pups from different tribes and backgrounds to do in a new environment. As anxious as Hûra was, though… it still didn’t stop the overwhelming urge he had to look at those bones…

He awkwardly shuffled over to the mandible that caught his attention earlier. It could belong to any manner of beast… Or an uruk, though… He leaned down, still holding onto a lock of his hair that he was currently sucking on. 

Looking wasn’t going to be enough. He needed to hold it in his hands. Hûra had to feel what the bone had to offer before he could understand what it was trying to tell him. Maybe it was knowledge already known? These are shamans, right? It’s… old but Hûra just knows there is some information left that it could tell him. Before he had a mind to stop himself, Hûra had raised his left hand, intending to just… touch it a little. Just a little poke- 

He choked on his hair as a warm, bony hand latched hold of his thin wrist. 

“What do you think you are doing, boy?” Hûra shrank in size as the older uruk glared down at him. His eyes were a frightful yellow-green that cut straight through him. It was like there was- was someone else looking at him! 

Or, perhaps, something… 

“T-The b-bones…?” He felt like an utter idiot, standing there with hair in his mouth and his fingers twitching as his eyes continued to drift over to the mandible that was mocking him from the table’s top. The fear he felt quickly waned to apprehension as he tried to tug his wrist back.

“Um-” Another bone caught his eye. 

Hûra didn’t see it until he had gotten closer! It’s a… what? A leg bone of sorts? Maybe that is an uruk’s jawbone! How did he die? When did he die? There’s a notch in the long bone that has an interesting pattern. Hûra’s fingernail itched to dig inside of it. He was held firmly in place as he pulled a little harder to free his wrist.

“E-Excuse me…? Can I-?” He pulled again. The Mystic didn’t relent.

“Did you not hear your elder? Pups are not allowed to-”

“Brother? Just a moment-” Hûra didn’t stop pulling on his arm and the other Mystic tightened his grip as three elders- at least, Hûra assumed they were all elder- walked towards them. They all wore the same, black dress that Hûra has seen before. Unlike the uruks outside wearing white-

“Let the boy go.” Their ‘brother’ seemed taken aback. 

“B-But- Sir, we cannot allow one uninitiated and- and not even a novice to handle such a-” A raised hand silenced his objections. Reluctantly, the Mystic released Hûra’s wrist and stepped back from the four of them. 

“...so be it. If that will be all, sirs?” He bowed and walked away from them, his shoulders tense and his gait a little stiff and awkward. Hûra’s eyes drifted from him back to the bones, then quickly snapped towards the elders that stood around him. 

They didn’t quite trap him against the table, but they nearly did. It made Hûra a little uncomfortable. Still, he waited  silently, unmoving, waiting for an order or a dismissal. An elder shuffled closer to him, until he was directly in front of Hûra and right beside the table. He reached down and gingerly picked up the mandible between two fingers.

“This caught your eye, did it?” The uruk turned the bone in his hand, seemingly marveling at it in much the same way Hûra had been the moment he noticed it. His eyes were trained on it, pupils wide with interest. 

“Hrmm- Uh, y-yes sir…” Hûra was having trouble focusing on the world around him. Things were beginning to feel distant. Far away, like there’s a barrier shielding him from everyone and everything else. Other than that jawbone… 

“What is your name, my boy?” Hûra’s eyes flicked over to his face, then back down to the bone. Then he did a double take. 

“My… name? S-Sir- you want to know m-my name…?” It was a surprise. A true, genuine surprise. Hûra’s own- his old superiors couldn’t remember his name… or at least, they pretended to forget or not know it. The elder smiled and nodded, lowering the bone down to it was directly eye level with the pup.

“Of course I do, my boy! We are your new family now. What sort of brother would I be if I knew not your name?” Hûra finally managed to tear his eyes away from the distraction in front of him. The elder’s words touched a nerve Hûra didn’t realize was still raw and fresh.

New family…? Brother…? Did he really mean it…? Hûra felt tears well in his eyes. He became somewhat shy, lowering his head and hiding behind his thick, black hair. Rocking back and forth on his heels, Hûra quietly said-

“H-Hûra, sir… M-My name is Hûra…” A large hand was gently placed on top of his head. Warmth rushed to his head as the elder smiled.

“Hûra… A wonderful name. A strong name. You may grow into it yet, little one.” His voice was soft, warm… Hûra couldn’t help but to beam a little. It was one of the nicest things an older uruk has ever said to him! It was enough to nearly make him forget the real reason why they were having this conversation.

“This-” The Mystic held up the jawbone. “-was speaking to you, wasn’t it, Hûra?” Speaking… Yes, it was! Did he really understand?! Hûra nodded eagerly, his attention now solely focused on the mandible once more. The elder hummed and nodded, looking thoughtful. 

“I see… perhaps you wish to examine it? Would you like that, Hûra?” Now he was practically jumping up and down. 

Hûra couldn’t find his words, but he did nod repeatedly, humming and scraping the underside of his claws together. Would they let him…?! He was so excited that he didn’t see the three elders exchange a look. They all nodded to one another and took a step back, their arms crossed and attention focused onto him. The other elder nodded to Hûra, extending the mandible out to the pup to take.

“As long as you are gentle and careful, little pup…” Hûra nearly squeaked as he excitedly took it into his trembling hands. 

Ohh… Yes, it was old. Very old. Hûra felt his eyes begin to droop and his body relaxed. Should the elders be unattentive, it would be very possible for him to fall over and injure himself. But would watch and not interfere unless it became absolutely necessary for their and their property’s survival. Hûra’s fingers began to map out the surface of the jawbone.

It belonged to an uruk… His name is lost, as is his rank and the contributions he made to clan and country. So many hands have touched his bones… He has been passed down for countless generations. Why? There’s- In there-

Hûra’s eyebrows furrowed as a strange sensation bloomed under his fingertips. Right where his nail met his skin. It tickled a little but it also burned. He dug his nail into the cavity of a missing tooth that lay just above an impressive crack that spiderwebbed out along the length of the bone. The elders did nothing to stop him. 

Something special did this. Special… and dangerous. It- It’s… 

Hûra’s eyes snapped open. A feeling of overwhelming dread crept over him, as though ice cold water had been poured over his head. He wanted to give it back. He didn’t want to touch it- him- anymore! His jaw, it-!

One of the elders placed his hand firmly atop of Hûra’s, so that he could neither pull away, place down or even drop the mandible in his hands. Panic replaced the looming dread that hung over him. 

Something bad happened! He took part in something- willingly!- but it hurt so much! There is nothing left of him now. Nothing! Something vapid and empty has taken his place. It stains, it consumes, it burns-! 

It was a great privilege with a greater price. To become his vessel meant relinquishing your earthly bonds and giving yourself to him, fully and entirely. Mind, body, and soul… Even if the soul is burned away and the vessel cracked, damaged, unfit, it serves its purpose. What remains is irrelevant. It no longer belongs to the world, but to a greater will! One that we all will give ourselves to, one day, one way or another. 

Hûra cried out in terror. Pain, fear, pride and faith… It was different from anything he has ever experienced before. He has experienced memories before, he’s felt pain and fear from different eyes before, he has seen things that make no sense, things so grand that he feels puny and fearful of the consequences of what he witnesses, but this was different. 

There was longing in what he felt. Like he… he wanted it too, even though he was so scared that he’s falling backwards into the table, hitting his head and feeling sick and faint. It was as though something was pushing- or pulling- him along a path he didn’t wish to take. Hûra didn’t understand what he was feeling, but he was soothed as it began to fade into something less than it was before.

Maybe he hit his head too hard… but the waning of the poisonous glare that seared into his soul was a relief. It didn’t leave him fully though. It continued to linger, even after Hûra was taken to the healer and given some strange, liquid medicine that tasted sour and made his body feel heavy and sluggish. 

Sleep gave Hûra great anxiety but he couldn’t keep his eyes open. A heavy blanket weighed him down, making him feel warm and secure. Not quite safe, but close. Hûra fought it until he could fight it no more. The sensation of being watched plagued his dreams. He heard whispering, plotting. It made him toss and turn in his sleep. His rest will be restless and it will be long, much longer than he is acquainted with. Ordinarily, more sleep would be a blessing but now? 

Hûra wishes it to be over. He wishes the eyes would leave him. He should have never touched those bones…

xxx

Some allusions to Sauron and the Witch King at the end, if you were curious.

@space-arsonist, @elvenmoans, @sinick, @boozy-dwarf, @dirtymeanuruk

[muse-writings]

Trapped Chapter Two

Before the sun can even rise you’re out of bed and putting your gear back on sliding the sheath back onto your belt before putting it around your waist and slipping your sword into it’s normal spot looking at the calendar you make note of the year and date the 21st 1180 of the Great Tree Moon, sighing you slip on your boots before opening your door only turning your head to see if there had been someone behind you having heard a girls voice. Ignoring what you thought you heard snatching your book off the desk effectively putting the candle out that was next to where you had put the book. Seeing Seteth standing in front of you with that same scowl on his face that he had the day before you step out of your room shutting the doors behind you. Standing in front of him he starts to speak, “Remember at the end of this month there will be a mock battle between the three classes all the professors are expected to join.” Leaving you no chance to answer he walks away heading back towards the audience chamber.

Staring at his back as he walks away before shaking your head deciding to take the longer way to the classrooms since your room faced the back wall of the rooms, you decided to head down towards the greenhouse and fishing pond giving a slight wave to some students who were already awake and narrowly avoiding a confrontation with Claude by cutting through the dining hall then the entry hall making it to the classroom to gather your own bearings to try to figure out what exactly Rhea wanted you to teach the brats well Fodlans future. Hearing chatter as students start to file into the room some of them get embarrassed for the way they had casually talked to you yesterday. Moving to the front of your desk you lean against it, one hand on the edge of the desk the other on the hilt of your sword to keep it from hitting the desk itself.

Doing a head count as each student walked in, the last person to have walked in was Claude himself. Catching a purple haired student glaring at Claude as he walks in, still not having chosen what you were going to teach the students on motioning for one of the students at the back to close the doors watching while they do so you take a stack of papers and hand them to the students at the front of the rows to pass back to their classmates. Going back to how you were leaning against your desk saying, “I would like each of you to write down your names and what goals you want to reach that way I can better teach all of you.” Hearing a scoff, your eyes scan the classroom quickly landing on the student who had done so before saying, “Are there any issues with that?” Keeping your eyes trained on the student they shrunk back a little bit before they said, “You’re supposed to be our teacher? You do not even know what to teach us on, what a joke.” Claude looks over his shoulder at his classmate before turning to you.

Claude clears his throat before looking at you, “Professor please forgive Lorenz for his outburst, I’m sure you have plenty of knowledge to be able to teach us well and to help us meet our own goals.” Carefully watching who you now know as Lorenz before ignoring his outburst you motion to the quills on their tables making sure that those who haven’t started writing do as you asked. The day seemed to pass by quickly the students soon start to file out but there are only two left behind Claude and Hilda staring at the two before they walk up to your desk Hilda is the first to speak, “Professor why don’t you come join us for dinner?” Looking between the two of them before responding, “I cannot today I have to see Jeralt in his office. Now if you will excuse me, I must be off.” The two watched you slip from behind your desk and out of the classroom towards the stairs to find your father. Claude had already started scheming as you walked out Hilda turned with her arms crossed to look at him.

Finally, the two leave the classroom after having sat there watching you walk away Hilda crosses her arms as she says, “The professor doesn’t show much emotion, do they?” Claude hummed in response. Making it to the dining hall the rest of the Golden Deer look at the duo as they talk in hushed tones about you knowing that the duo won’t let any of them in on what Claude has schemed up for the millionth time. Sitting in your father’s office on one of the couches with your head back and eyes shut listening to him talk to one of the other knights knowing you needed time to adjust to the life here the life he had left behind so long ago but had never talked about to you. Hours pass as Jeralt talks to you knowing you’re listening even though you are only just nodding and humming in response to what he says sometimes you’ll remove your arm from over your eyes to just stare at him causing him to laugh.

As the sun goes down you bid your father good night before heading back to your room barely noticing students who pass by you heading to their own rooms some with their noses buried in their books studying. Getting into your room repeating the process of taking your gear off and putting your sheath under the pillow you fall asleep, only finding sleep for a few hours you end up lying wide awake in your bed before deciding to just get up and get dressed walking around the monastery you see someone a few paces ahead of you tightening the grip on the hilt of your sword watching the person get closer to a patch of moonlight seeing that it’s Claude relaxing the tension in your body slightly. You have consistently had the same dream since you were a child, seeing what you could only describe as a young girl on a throne who would ask you questions that you didn’t have the answers to once the dreams woke you sleep evaded you the rest of the night.

@snailbutters

[anmolrawat12]

The Ultimate Guide to Increasing Conversion Rates on Your Website

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9. Intake Forms Should be Short If you are asking the customer about some of their opinions through an intake form, it has to be short and on-point because lengthy and boring intake forms can bounce customers back. You can only include name, email, and product/service interest and send them a newsletter or brochure accordingly to improve their experience. 10. Mobile Friendly Your website should be mobile-friendly since the majority of the customer explore Google or any search engine. To get a high conversion rate, it is important to have a website, which can load and work quickly with mobile. 11. Highlight Value Proposition The value proposition is a statement of how your product and service can help the customer and whether is it better than competitors are. A value proposition should include your brand’s USPs and highlight the value addition your product will provide to the customers. A clear communication of your value proposition can deliver your clear intent of what you will provide to the customers.

[mossy-paws]

This is a hard one.. current favorite character may have a gun and severe depression with very little plot armor (guy got his eye ripped out and now is seen as a treasonist and is one of the most wanted characters in game) but my childhood favorite character has plot armor and is a pirate cat, so I would say it’s an even match

(Note, my current favorite character is Medkit (PHIGHTING!) and my childhood one is Kwazzi (Octonauts)

1. Yes they have to fight, 2. Tell me who’s fighting who in the tags! (I’ll add the most ridiculous combos in a reblog)

[oleandy]

it is time... for the Great Andy Oleandy Reread of Homestuck 2022

[mossy-paws]

Mossy, I'm sorry for doing this to you. But I am legally obligated to sound the PM alarm for committing the action or reposting a singular post relating to project moon. My condolences.

you would not BELIEVE what I’m getting into recently /silly