#damn i should use refs more often

[signanothername]

Ough, I'm wondering I know I know we should try and figure out ourselves BUT im wondering. Are you soul colors you use for color's flame in your comic hold any significance? I'm not sure if I'm just... overanalyzing things. Especially since there's a shift to a rainbow to more solid soul color switches from the first few panels to the other ones. Thanks!

Nah I’m actually glad you asked cause I actually love when people analyze the shit outta my comics, it makes me so happy cause i actually love to put all sorts of details in them gdgdgdgdh

I was even planning on replying to your tags cause they were so good dhdhhdh but i might as well use your ask to do so

And in fact, Color’s soul colors do hold a very big significance! I specifically chose the color depending on how Color is feeling or depending on the situation that’s happening ( this is far from what’s actually canon for Color, as the shape of the flame is actually what gives hints about his emotions in canon, so take the colors changing as simply a headcanon i love jdhdhdhhd)

Color starts with a rainbow cause he’s on a hike, he’s feeling all sorts of emotions (I headcanon that Color loves hiking) but it also represents that Color isn’t feeling one emotion strongly over others

Then when he sees Nightmare, the colors turn to a solid color one at a time, but if you look closely you realize the colors i chose are specific to the situation

Here’s an example

When color talks about whether Killer wanted “payback” I specifically chose yellow cause it’s the justice soul in Color, then it changes to blue when Color tells Killer that he loves him more, and blue is for integrity, then it turns to orange when he tells Nightmare about Killer’s message to him cause it requires bravery to say such things to the likes of Nightmare, and so on the colors keep changing to suit the situation throughout the comic >:)

And allow me to reply to your tags here (they’re so good i love them sm dhhdhdhhd)

And thank you for liking his design shdhhzh i just really wanted to draw him with a different outfit, especially since he’s on a hike, a lil adventure if you will, so i wanted to have him be pretty <33333

And as for the clasp it was honestly unintentional hdhzhsh but now that you mention it I definitely need to have Color wear all sorta things that point to his besties, idk i feel like Color would be the type to do that a lot dhhxhxhxh

And i’m glad you called Nightmare pathetic actually cause that’s what i was aiming for, Nightmare is feeling like a lil frightened kid again >:)

AND YESSSSSS like when i was making the comic, Color calling Killer to ask if it’s ok was so damn important to me, like Color is that kinda person y’know? He tries to take into consideration so many things before he acts, he thinks about things and keeps thinking and thinking, Color is emotionally intelligent and his consideration of everything is why i love to think Color gets burned out sometimes, that being said, Color would absolutely think about Killer first before he acts, and while he obviously wants to help Nightmare where he can (despite disliking Nightmare cause he’s selfless like that <333) his bestie comes first <3333333

AND THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THESE DETAILS EEEEEEEEEE

As for the big hand, YAS!!! It’s Canon! Color has 2 other weapons besides his blaster! It’s mentioned in Color’s official ref sheet! (Warning for flashing colors!) But the fandom doesn’t portray it often unfortunately (including me I’m guilty of that) that’s why I really wanted to include it in the comic! :D

And yessssss!! I aimed for Nightmare to look extremely exhausted by the end, I really wanted to show how enduring 500 years of cruelty did to him hdhdhhdhd

And yessss Color is that kinda person, he wants to help where he can, and I mentioned it in a convo with a friend here hdhdhdh

And actually thank you for connecting Color’s design to carebears i love them dhhdhzhhz (the design wasn’t inspired by them i just did it on a whim but i’m so glad it reminded you of carebears actually hdhshs)

[calciferiguess]

please oh please telll us more about your previously mentioned ocs algae and snapper!!!!

OOOOOO I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO

firstly

these are their ref sheets from my art fight,

and im going to be honest i haven’t fully delved into their backstories yet BUT they are apart of my wof universe thing where they’re jade mountain academy students‼�� so they’re only dragonets

i also havent fully decided if they should be apart of the og wof universe and its just later on or if it should be their own thing with different queens different dod storyline etc🫣 we’ll see

as you can see algae is based off a clownfish, ( i have a little headcanon that wof dragon designs are based off of both the biome they hatched in and any animal near them at the time/any animal that represents them possibly ), so algae has the three stripes that wrap around their body, plus the very bright orange colors obv, so she hatched near a coral reef

snapper is based off of a great white shark, not as obvious but it just hints to how he hatched in a cave, so he’s dark in color and has foggy bioluminescence lights, also he got his mouth scar when he was little he doesn’t remember it very well (aka its not fully planned out yet LMAO)

he’s also def got some family issues going on, especially cause he’s royalty

his personality is centered around being super grouchy and impatient on the outside, but he’s very clever and loyal to those he loves on the inside

algae’s personality is mainly being super bubbly and ambitious, as well as being very curious and a bit clumsy on top of that

bonus stuff😋😋

- algae’s voice claim is hogarth hughes from the iron giant and im in the process of making a little animation for it;) i might make a youtube acc for it and more to come

- snappers voice claim is dipper from gravity falls, brutally honest mf

- algae’s theme song is riptide by vance joy

- snappers theme song is definitely boys will be bugs by cavetown

now damn sorry if that was too long but also i love to rant i need to do it more often on here😭

i hope that sufficed for now ive got more in the process i promise!!<3

[azoosepted]

hellooo haii ^_^ dropping by to let you talk about your ocs i wanna hear about the beasts!! i know we have been mutuals for like a day or two but i would still love to hear about your ocs :]

I HAVE BEEN ENABLED!!!! anyways where do I begin… let me show u my favorite little guys (current obsessions)

Percy blast !!!!!

Percy is a Grade 7 fixer as of currently. I say that because she is a TTRPG character (just like… 3 other ocs im gonna mention on this list.) She’s a total dork, at least most of the time, unless she’s given the orders to Kill. Which she will do with relative ease.

She should REALLY go to therapy, but at this point it would NOT fix her, considering shes 1. Obsessed w/ a voice she heard in her head once (not Carmen), 2. Obsessed with getting stronger to kill the guy who gouged her eye out for revenge, and 3. Is AWARE of both of these things and is terrified with the idea of her changing so much she’ll lose herself in the process (when she realized this she had a mental breakdown in her apartment bathroom and partially distorted.) if you ask me a girlfriend could probably fix her thou

Shes kinda like Finn, but if he didn’t die when he was still grade 9, or to be more specific, she was a lot more like him when SHE was a grade 9. all of her true joy and whimsy have been drained from her forever. She became a fixer because she wanted to, and because she looked up to the rest of her family, who were also fixers.

anyways i am so sane and normal about her and her playlist definitely isnt like 1hr and 30mins long. Also shes canonically 5’11”, a fact that shocks everyone

anyways then we got the

SHENHAI!

Shenhai is ALSO a fixer and ALSO a ttrpg character. She’s a Grade 9, and unlike Percy, her joy and whimsy are still intact, and also unlike Percy, she has a negative relationship with her family.

Shenhai is a Nestie who just wants her family to notice her and give her any sort of attention. She wasn’t exactly neglected, per se, but she never was told any words of encouragement or praise by her parents as a kid, and the family’s butlers were really the only ones that showed her any sort of love and care. she is completely unaware that blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. Even so, she remains sillay.

Funnily enough she used to be a non-pm oc. Her name was formerly Lishui and she was a sea dragon princess belonging to an undersea kingdom. She still had a poor relationship with her parents, but actually cut ties with them by running away and joining a pirate crew. Good for her

ELIJAH (i do not have a ref for him sorry)

guy who is on fire eternally. his lore is something im not gonna spoil because he is also… a ttrpg character. next silly little guy

NIAMH

leopard seal coded whaler woman, finally the last of the ttrpg characters. In most cases, she’ll seem stoic and aloof, but once enabled or provoked she will become An Utter Beast and skewer anyone she sees with her harpoon, with often zero mercy whatsoever . You Will Die the moment she decides you’re a target. Absolute feisty beast.

the thing is though, she has no idea who she really is. She washed up on U Corp’s shore one day as a child, swaddled in her coat and tightly holding her harpoon as if hanging on for dear life. The people who found her just decided “well. guess we have a daughter now” and continued to raise her as one of their own. Now an adult, she plans on finding her real family with the bits and pieces she has of them left in her memory, wings be damned whether they’re all dead or not.

Anyways here’s another one i do NOT have an image for:

XIA (SIXER)

Formerly a outskirts kid brought into the City as a test subject for an unspecified corporation, Xia spent most of their childhood rotting away in a white box, being experimented on quite often, among other things. Trying to find a reason why the mysterious people in white coats were doing this to her, she decided it was because she was being created to “save humanity” and that all these tests were for the greater good.

Eventually, though, Xia had enough and escaped from the facility into W Corp’s backstreets, where they were promptly taken in by a workshopper by the name of Fei. Fei gave Xia a special mask to not only disguise them, but as a birthday gift. The mask in question is kinda like those led sunglasses with the images and what not? But they basically change with her, change to match their expressions/feelings and even are lipsynced.

Xia still feels guilty for leaving the other kids at the lab behind though, as well as for abandoning her (made up) purpose of saving the world.

Last but not least, we have:

SYBIL

I do not have an image for her drawn yet, but I do have a picrew!

She is not in fact a PM OC. She belongs to her own og universe, an alternate reality where a horrible war led to a second ice age amongst other things because of the use of nuclear and various kinds of biological superweapons, leaving the world above a glacial wasteland. Some humans went underground for warmth, others stayed to weather the storm, and the richer folk fled to cities high up in the clouds.

Sybil was a kid from an underground laboratory, genetically modified to be able to survive in the harsh winter above. However she was far from free to do as she pleased back then, as she was amongst a group of lab-grown test subjects. An uprising happened within the laboratory which led to most of the kids (including teenage sybil) escaping to the surface.

though the group sybil was a part of wasn’t lucky, to say the least. Everyone ended up dying one way or another, the most devastating death being of Sybil’s sister figure and defacto leader of their group. At that time, she and Sybil were the only ones left alive. The goggles sybil wears used to belong to her.

for a while after that she roamed aimlessly until she met another test subject named Milo. and theyre friends now and have wacky adventures and i really need to draw the rest of the cast holy fuck

ANYWAYS. thats it for now. ask questions if u wanna!!!!!!!!!!

[clever-fox-studios]

I RETURN SUCCESSFUL FROM MY DISSECT—I MEAN STUDY OF CAT—I MEAN @8um8le s ART STYLE!

That’s right. Art study.

Absolutely not my excuse to shamelessly draw Cat.

ANYWAY, red and blue is lifted directly from refs, pink (some blue) is freehand stuff

Enjoy my unhinged notes—

First I did some line tracing, I wanted to see what was going on with how the form came together without worrying about color; the pose language is divine. There’s so much personality and they’re well balanced in shape and gravity. My own poses tend to come off stiff at times, so if anything, I need to learn to loosen up and exaggerate a bit more

Then I went and looked at the use of color and came away with some confirmation about my own problems with color—I use too many high sat/high value colors too often and don’t trust myself to use contrast of warm-cool and complimentary colors to do the heavy lifting 😅

Did a few design reviews; this is freehanded unless noted otherwise. The design work of the machine parts is so nice; I get too caught in “believable movement” that sometimes I forget robot parts can and should look badass and detailed enough to read as such. My first attempts freehand were still a bit stiff and not reading correctly so I tried a different pose altogether and really pushed the exaggeration and then really went ham at free handing Cat. I think he turned out pretty damn good

Then I decided to compare my own art from months ago and this week to the design choices of Cat and came away with realizing that, even if there’s a theme to my design, visually Ylixir (the Oc) is really muddy when turned monochrome and that’s not great. I love her design still since too much clutter would be eye killing, but it’s a reminder to me at least to strive for more contrast and visual interest to help a design.

When I trusted the contrast (without realizing it) and remembered my value variations since I was working in monochrome oranges it came away as a very interesting and something I’m very proud of. It’s a reminder to do more work in monochrome to make me more comfortable with colors that might seem boring alone but come together to be incredibly pleasing

3: —saving strain CAUSED* by relying on TOO MANY* high saturation/same value colors

I’m literate, I swear.

Anyway, thank you, 8um8le! This was fun and I learned a lot I think. Excuse me while I eat these notes and put Firewall back in containment before she realizes no one’s around to stop her—

[hopefully-nightly-doodles]

I used to draw such good dynamic poses when I was younger what happed to me 😭😭😭 all of these are from 2021 done in a short time with no refs- Like how did I do that aslkdna I mean I still dont use refs often unless Im doing studies or struggling but like I feel like I've lost that confidence man- the closest I've had recently to havin a really nice dynamic pose was that young Leo art I colored, and the thumbs I had for that

Which was this, and I still adore it but I picked the other pose cuz it showed off her new design better. But like back on topic I think the reason for this dip quality I think is because back then I just drew whatever the fuck I wanted- There was no pressure in my head that it had to look cool, so it just made me more confident and made me draw more often. but since gaining a followin and learning more about the fundamentals its kinda tied me down to thinking that I have to always be producing at a certain level of quality- Like dont get me wrong, all artist go through a "dip" in their art when their "artist eye" improves faster than their skill. And not all of my art from 2021 were this good, I def had to pick from the pile of chicken scratches I had. But I feel like dynamic poses like those happened more often back then compared to now. Like I made this account specifically to like get out of my head and post all my scribbles and learn to stop carin so much about the quality of everything I put out. And I do post almost every silly lil thing I put down onto here and it does help but it just doesnt change the fact I havent been drawin much at all :'] Hence the infrequent updates. I feel like thats something a lot of older artist struggle in over coming. Like the mentality of "you've been doin this shit for so long why aren't you improving as much as you think you should be at this point?" snakes into our heads more often than the younger artist. Because they just want to draw everyday cuz its fun, so they just draw draw draw without caring. Learnin the fundamentals of art is always good, I do recommend learning them if you want significant improvements in your skills, but learning them means youre going to make a lot of ugly art. And seeing those "ugly arts" slowly chips away at you sometimes, and a lot of artist drop art when facing that hurdle. But like its okay to make ugly ass lookin art- Its part of the process and you can not skip it!! You cant just not draw for a month cuz you got super sad for making something that isn't 100% like the image you had in your head, then pick up your pen again and think that somehow NOW you can do it even tho you havent draw anythin at all- Consumin art and improving the visual library in your head is of course important, but you cant just keep expanding your Pinterest boards assuming it will make you better.

What are we? AI?

HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Ahem- Anyway am I calling myself out on this post? Absolutely! Infact that was the whole reason I made this in the first place. But Im now also calling YOU out :D Yes you! The person that stumbled on this post and relates to it!! Pick up a pencil and draw damn it!!! It wont be "ugly" forever I promise.

[vallikesgivinghugs]

Trigun but make it Steven Universe (kinda?)

Pinned this cause I kept freakin' losing it lmao this is for me X3

Right so I've been thinking about Trigun too damn much, honestly new obsession (thanks AuDHD). But anywhoosies, I was thinking about Trigun and saw a picture of Steven Universe and my brain went place so here's a gaggle of thoughts about what if Trigun was set in the Steven universe setting but also not really because it's still trigun somehow.

Also I have watched Stampede and the 98 version of the anime (+badlans rumble). I have not read the manga, yet. So like don't come for me, I like the new looks in Trigun Stampede.

all the thoughts under read more. It's a lot and it's mostly rambly so please be warned.

Okay so plants are gems. Established in my brain that they are gems. But the plants themselves, since they don't have a 'soul' persay like independents, don't have a corporeal form/humanoid body like the independents. Living in big clusters of living thought that are linked to each other through a telepathic connection through the 'earth'. The independents aren't 'rooted' so they have to be very close by or touch the clusters to actually communicate with the plants. Also only diamonds are considered plants/independents. Independents have this ethereal look to them that distinguish them from ragular gems despite looking much more humanoid than the plants. Every other gem person is simply called a gem. They are a lot less powerful and a lot more humanoid in looks and nature, some even have normal 'human' skin tones.

In this au, the serum people like Livio and Wolfwood are either half-gems who's mothers were forced to birth them or they were created in a lab using shattered/dead gems and attaching them to human children/babies. Even less childhood for them in that second option, maybe i'll decide by the time I get to explaining the character concepts.

Also i'm going be be free as fuck with the rules of off-colour gems and fusions and stuff because i do what I want. Headcannon that all independents are off-colours.

(I wish my art skills were better I'd be drawing a bunch of refs for this, maybe later)

Okay so onto the character ideas. The character appearances are based of Trigun Stamped in my brain but feel free to imagine them however yeah? Not much about the characters themselves more about what i imagine them to look like y'know?

Vash: An off-colour yellow diamond (blue eyes, also when he comes in contact with the plants his marking glow blue too instead of yellow), his diamond form has the spiky broom hair. His gem is on his belly (a la rose quartz/pink diamond). After getting hurt by Nai, his gem cracked making on of his arms unusable, he disguises himself as a yellow topaz which has the floppy spiky hair, compared to a regular yellow topaz however his skin colour is still a tad too yellow to look normal. He wears his shades to hide his eye colour specifically. Also the coat was a gift from Luida and Brad who in this Au, are humans took in the runaway gem after he crash landed on earth.

Nai/Millions Knives: An off colour white diamond (teal/green eyes, also when he comes in contact with the plants his marking glow teall/green too instead of white). Similarly to Vash, his skin is slightly to pale and just white to look natural compared to regular white gem people. He rarely interacts/interacted with people other than Vash, Rem and the plants so it doesn't come up often but when he does interact with other gems like Legato he makes his eyes/hair/head glow (a la white diamond) so you can't really tell he's an off-colour. His gem is situated on his chest, and before you say but Nai should have his gem on his head, when was this man ever logical. Mans is an emotional wreck obsessed with his brother (blue/yellow diamond coded if you ask me). Goes after Vash to earth with Legato, his most loyal subject, and meets Conrad a human scientist who is the reason why Tesla is dead and gone (still) and to make ammends with Nai offers his sciency services to help find Vash.

Tesla: A yellow off-colour diamond (same as Vash, cause y'know they look basically the same), was sent to earth to observe and report information to the plants, long before Vash and Nai were even born. She was either lured or captured by scientist who experiemented on her until she was shattered. The reports stopped and neither Nai or Vash were told about her until they both landed on earth and came to learn of it in their own time. Her gem placement is unknown but I'd like to think it was on her forehead because diamond trifecta having the big three gem placements my beloved.

Rem: A black pearl assigned to care for Vash and Nai, by the plants, after what had happened to Tesla. Her gem was either situated on her nape, the back of her neck, or on her throat. Can't decide. I just know that Nai was the one who shattered her and Vash tried to intervene and that's how he got hurt. Two in one trauma for poor Vash.

Legato: Legato, I just knew I had to make this man a full gem. A lapis that was treated as a no good thing because he looked off-colour until he was saved by a brilliant and 'perfect' white diamond (oh honey). Mans is a Lapis Lazuli that had a gold deposit crossing where he was incubating that not only granted his stronger telekinectic powers but also made him look off-colour because he retained some of that gold in his eyes and on his body. I dunno if I want him to be an off-colour or just a really rare variant of Lapis Lazuli. His gem is situated in the palm of his magic hand he has in the animes. Legato is humanoid looking, moreso than Nai but because he is a blue gem his skin looks like he constantly has a bad case of frostbite and his hair is slightly too blue and perfect to look like it's a dye job.

Wolfwood: A half-gem, half-human. I think what I want to happen here is that his mother, a gem, fled to earth, fell in love with a human, became pregnant, gave her life force to her child and dad decided to put Nico up to a local orphanage where Conrad found him later one when Nai/Vash came/crashed into earth and experimented on Nico (similar to what happened in Trigun Stampede and all that). Nico's mother was an black opal, her gem became his gem, it's situated right above his heart.* He looks overall human but his hair is unaturally glossy/shiny with that opaline shine.

Livio: Similar shtick to Nico but I like to imagine that he did exactly have a dad, his mother fell for a human the human left and she ended up leaving Livio (giving up her life force in the process) at the same orphanage where Nico was. His mother was a yellow topaz (oh shit look at that, Vash being a constant reminder of Livio to Nico in his disguise, you love to see it.) and His gem is located over his eye (you know the one with the mask, the fancy one)* He looks mostly human but his remaining eye matches his gem eye in colour.

Also, humans don't really know what gems are, most humans aren't even aware gems are a thing. Most gems look like strange humans but some of them are luckier than other when it comes to looking human. Their gem colour determines the general base colour of their whole self, Nico's mother looked like a very dark skinned woman with dark glossy hair being a black gem. While Livio's mother looked a little more golden than the average person but still fairly normal being a yellow gem person. Gem people like Legato who have blue, purple or green, colours are usually not as seen in the human skin except for the veins have a harder time blending in with humans. However, even if a gem manages to blend in, it's the gems that give them away. Livio's mother wore her hair in a way that hid her eyes from humans while Nico's always wore clothes that hid her gem.

Miss Melanie didn't quite understand what the boy's were but she made it work. She dressed nico in clothes that would keep his gem hidden and when Livio arrived at her doorstep she fashioned him a small eyepatch to hide his eye. She decided to protect them as best she could despite knowing their were different from the regular child.

*So I put his gem over his heart because yeah it fits but man I was tempted to put it on his nose because it's funny (still might honestly X3) or heck even put in on top of his hand, the one that holds the punisher for the trauma of it all and have Livio also have his gem on top of his hand but on the opposite one. But then I decided against that because Legato has his gem on his hand and even though it'd be a fun 'all gungho guns have their gems on their hands/near their hands' thing I didn't vibe with it as hard.

If Nai and Vash were to fuse it would be a disaster of limbs despite being both diamonds. They're core values and ideals different too much (see malachite from SU). So many eyes, arms and legs a real monster. They'd make like a pale yellow diamond together though.

Nico and Livio fusing would make like a miriam jasper. I think they'd kinda become a almost erfect fusion. Like maybe gain a singular eye or something.

Nico and Vash would probably make a good fusion too, maybe have an extra pair of arms or eyes because they view/react to the world differently but over time they'd kinda lose that extra pair of something because they understand each other too damn well. They'd me like a chocolate diamond or like amber.

And finally if Legato and Nai were to fuse they'd make a moonstone or like an aquamarine. Legato is so damn devoted I think they wouldn't even have an extra anything tbh Xc

Milly, Meryl and Roberto are humans in this Au!

All the gungho guns are half-gems except for Legato cause he's special. I didn't think too much about them yet so like most of them I don't have ideas for but uh, here's some.

Elendira (we're giving her, her trimax form because of course we are, what a queen), would probably be some type of red gem because crimson nail. A garnet or perhaps a ruby maybe?

EG the mine, probably like a green gem (98 anime him had green hair but also green just fits). Maybe not an emerald but like a peridot? or maybe malachite.

Midvalley is definitly a purple gem, it's just his vibe, that suit of his is the 98 anime with the pink and the purplish brown is just *chef's kiss*. Amethyst or Sugilite possibly.

Zazie the beast, dolomite with cinnabar. White gem with red desposits. The stampede white/red hair look has me in it's goddamn clutches okay.

And then finally Dominique the cyclops, i like her she's nifty. A red garnet, a dark one. It looks black like her eyes and hair in the shadow but then in the light it's a bright blood red like her demon eye.

Maybe i'll figure a gem for the others later, we'll see.

[nihiltism]

since ive been too College to have enough art for any sort of summary im just gonna put a general year end rundown of what i feel i did best on this year!!

i think every year since i figured out that i dont need to use pens to line has just gotten better art wise for me. FUCK lining. pencils are my best friends forever and ever and can do your job better than you ever could. anyway apologies for some of these drawings being crunchier than others, i only recently got a scanner and Cannot be assed to scan my old art for this post rn.

also the first art here is a hatoful boyfriend spoiler. i mean i guess the last one is too but its vaguer i think. anyway. none of these are actually analyses of what i learned with each art im just braining

april 5th-

you guys know this one i REALLY like it. why in the goddamn were my best pieces this year hatoful boyfriend. anyway i uh. hey did you know that i didnt do the notgeki with graphite because i like mixed media. i did it because i have not owned a grey pencil for my some-teen years of drawing ever. i only JUST got a grey pencil like. a couple months ago. i mean im good with graphite i would have done it like that anyway but. yeah. anyway this was abt the height of my beginning hatoful fix and Also indirectly what got me to meet like a bunch of my mutuals here!! i did. not know there was a hatoful community. and because That i actually started using tumblr so!! hey thanks hitori. i need to do more birdform art.

april 15th -

this motherfucker! ill be. completely honest i dont have a lot of feedback for a lot of my graphite art bc ive Been doing this. ok actually yknow what i will say. there is a limit for how dark something can be with graphite and i Very much remember going over the inside of the cloak So Much. this was my pet project during my weekly 3 hour long lecture so god bless it. also i do still like how i did the eye. can i draw eye guys exclusively please.

july 3rd -

not really Art im proud of but!! holy shit i dont design often and i dont hate this!! this is at least in part thanks to my gf. my gf knows how to clothes better than i do so i did ask them for help. also i really need to scan this one. or maybe draw her a new ref. anyway (holds up celine) look at her. look at the silly.

september 6th -

this one was a trade for my friend raicatty and. also something i probably should have scanned. but its fine. anyway this one did teach me something and its To Line Your Damn Pieces Darker. lining with the color that youre going to be coloring in is kind of Asking For Disaster if it overlaps with others and u can. see that. this is a bit imparseable. but its also pretty. and thats all that really matters. a fun fact for when i ever do commissions is that being allowed to use this purpley pink pencil i have will make me really happy. its so pretty.

OERSHRIMP INTERLUDE

OERSHRIMP INTERLUDE

november 13 -

forgive me for including a sketch in this but YOU DONT UNDERSTAND IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO DRAW HUMANS. like. NEVER. much less in an actual decent pose. (god bless adorkastock) im So very delighted by this oboromaru and hes!! like!! one of my least favorite characters!! (not to say i dislike him hes just lower). i dont know what happened here!! if this wasnt at the very back of my Sketchbook I Just Put Away Because It Was Falling Apart id say id finish this one later. rip. he and that dark daroach sketch i had there can just vibe i guess.

aaand the big one. december 8th -

things i learned from this one! 1. the scanner did not pick up the red lines very well! 2. scanners are good! 3: NEVER do a full page project again! buuut i do want to say i am like. insanely proud of this one. its the first art ive done i can really say has any sort of Composition and im so delighted that it turned out just as cool as it looked in my head. also this took forever and i could have easily messed it up Multiple times in the process. so god bless.

[a-lucha-brother]

AEW DYNASTY 2024 PREDICTIONS

(Lol guess who thought Dynasty was NEXT week and not TONIGHT.....this guy right here, so here's an impromptu predictions list for y'all)

Buy in:

Six Man Tag "Title For Titles Match" for the AEW World Trios Championships AND ROH Six-Man Tah Team Championships (lol what):

The Acclaimed vs Bullet Club Gold

The Acclaimed are going to be obvious winners here.....or will they?

Yeah, they probably will. But I won't be upset either way, BCG could do with a rub and away from this fued and The Acclaimed need something at this point in the game.

Finish: Mike Drop on Austin Gunn

Singles Match:

Trent Baretta vs Matt Sydal

Gonna be Trent ofc, need to keep that heel turn momentum going on the road to getting that OC fued properly up and running.

Finish: One, maybe 2 piledrivers from Trent along with evil look into the camera.

Tag Match between Orange Cassidy and Katsuyori Shibata vs Shane Taylor Promotions

AEW has a stick up their ass about Cassidy losing matches (must have a cmause that says only losses 1 in every 100 matches) so I can't see anything else happening but a win......unless Trent wants to be MY best friend and interfere maybe? 👉👈

Finish: Orange Punch/Shibata punt combination

MAIN CARD:

AEW International Championship

RODERICK Strong (c) vs KYLE O'Reilly

Call me crazy brother, but even with all the shenanigans that are going to go down I still think Kyle will win. It just seems right, and AEW really needs to start doing what seems right more often regardless of whether it frequencies the belts around. The question is, does this lead to Kyle joining The Unidsputed Fuckboys? Who knows! Hopefully!

Finisher: whatever the fuck Kyle does to hurt people.

FTW Rules Match for the FTW Championship:

Hook (c) vs Chris Jericho

Firstly what the fuck does FTW rules even mean? Isn't the whole point of that belt is that it was supposed to do away with being limited by rules? Idk man, I've ranted about this belt before and I won't do it again. But call me crazy brother, but I think if you want to keep this going and keep massive heat all over it, you give the belt to Jericho and have Hook go through "The Seven Labours of Jericho" to get it back. Don't call me a booker, but someone needs to give TK my number so we can make money together.

Finisher: Jericho distracts the ref, shenanigans Hook and then "submits" him with the Walls.

6-man Tag Match:

Edgedam Copeland, King of the Bums and YEEHAW Briscoe vs The House of Black

Christ on a fucking crutch, just let the House win and let's all go home happy alright? Alright!

Finish: Black Mass, I won't stand for anything else.

House Rules Match for the TBS Championship (WOO!):

Julia "By God" Hart (c) vs Womp Womp Nightingale:

I swear to god if Willow wins this damn belt I'm going to strangle the life put of my cat. See the previous match for what I think should happen. Let the House win, push them to the high heavens and let's go home happy. NOBODY wants Willow to win thus and they say they do they're lying.

Finish: Julia pulls out a gun and puts us out of our misery.

Continental Championship:

Kazuchika Okada (c) a.k.a. ME vs Pac

Oh ya bastard I think this is going to be my match of the night. These two are going to beat the absolute hell out of each other. And any nae sayers over Okada are about to be convinced by him now.

Finish: RRRRREEEEAAAAAIIIIIIIIINNNNNNMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!

Ladder Match for the vacant AEW World Tag Team Championships:

The EVPs of Youth vs Fear the Top Guys

Well slap my balls and call me Shanice I think for the first time in my entire life I actively want Matthew and Nicholas Jackson to win a match. Miracles truly have happened in the world of professional wrestling and this is that miracle. I just think The Elite need to run complete riot over AEW for the next year until Kenny Omega comes back. And I'm ALL IN for it brother. WOO!!!

Finish: 81,035 EVP Triggers (oh and pulling the belts off from the top of the ladders)

AEW Women's World Championship:

CAN I GET A HELL YEAH!!

Timeless Toni Storm (c) vs Thunder Rosa

I'm glad Rosa is finally getting her rubber match for the title she never lost. But still, it's been too long, that ship as sailed and the Timeless Era is here to stay, like a fine wine.

Finish: some posterior related move

WILLIAM BY GOD OSPREAY VS BRYAN ON GOD DANIELSON

I cannot begin to even predict this because I can think of 5 different variables as to where they can go with this right off the top of my head. So I'm just going to sit back and enjoy this one (even though Will is probably going to win). Tbh there's actually a really good chance that the Don Callies Family will try to help him cheat to win, he'll refuse and Bryan will win off the distraction. But who knows really.

Finish: oh, well, I just kinda gave you one there 🤷‍♂️

AEW World Championship:

Samoa Joe (c) vs WHOSE HOUSE?

I'm telling you brother, Samoa Joe has been my guy for the past 20 years, I always got Joe's back, but what did I say right at the top of all this? AEW really needs to learn to just do the right thing at the right time and Swerve Strickland is absolutely the right thing to do right now (hell it was the right thing a year ago!).

Finish: Something fucking bonkers

And with that, I'm spent. And I bid you, adieu

[altrogueofspace]

boop

Well the good news is I've been drawing and getting to a point where I'm reasonable happy with how things look. I'm trying to move my business to the Samsung tablet I bought a few years ago for that purpose. Its a fun toy. I should use it more often, and I'm actually capable of drawing on it what wasn't the case with the 10 inch Ipad. (god I hate that thing fff)

The bad news is that I don't really have anything to share, I finally did finish the ref so I could start on the figurine if I wanted too, but Rhan looks so god damn bored I'm not even sure if I can share it. It fills its purpose thats true, but jfc. Everything is boringggg...

I'm also just incredibly tempted to rename Valrai back into Rhan. And do some dumb shit with all his names as I'm trying to fit Adalmar to its role. Originally Rhan founds Adalmar, I might not do that now, but rather have him inherit it from Elvirian roots. That makes him a noble what is ... really funny considering everything.

I don't know. Thers just this feeling of recognition towards Rhan as a name, I'm still quite fond of it. I did realize I made a huge error in his naming, especially since he's been adopted as a kid by Zerche Haugher, his last name should technically be Haugher as well, not just Triscott but Triscott Haugher. Oh dear. So his Livirian officially documented name would be Valrai Varrick Rhan Tricott Haugher. The fun part, this isn't even taking in account his original name Alromea Somalro Hudaya, thats supposed to be there ,somewhere as its a link to his actual heritage.

I love names yo.

This unintentionally opens a very fun can o worms for the story since Zerche is one of the main villains. It won't be big tho, they are not blood related and that's all to obvious, but its still a nice 'ho shit' moment.

I'm just not sure if that moment happens before or after Rhan gets his ingenious idea of sneaking off, braking into Zerche's office alone, thus meeting the consequences of his irrational vengeance fueled anger. Only to have to be dragged back to HQ as he got shred to pieces and ends up crippled, with a new understanding that his 'past' is still more powerful than him.

Aaaaaaaand the fact thats hes an absolute moron for even attempting it. They will definitely know after tho.

Shoop dah wooph.

[awkward-clone]

Day 11 of SCPInktober - SCP-426

.....................please just........don’t ask.....I had no other ideas...... But hey look it’s me cosplayed as Dr. Bright

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[lithiums-corner]

* THINK FAST, [[CHUCKLENUTS]]

👉👈💕 umm here's my Spamton ref

if anyone wants to know more (or even send him (or Lithium) asks) my inbox is open!!!

update: ok i gotta list SOME info about him here’s a dump

god where do i even start

in this AU, he’s not as unstable as he should be, but that’s because he’s had company the entire time he’s been trying to re-obtain his big shot status VS him being alone in canon, left to his thoughts and machinations 

however, his grip on sanity IS slipping despite his best efforts and he often hallucinates (auditory and visual), when he gets really bad he’s more like the canonical Spamton (nonsense gibberish, lots of yelling and feral behavior etc)

before his downfall he would tinker with his Big Shot Autos(tm) cars and even play around with electronic gadgets in his spare time (he’s pretty damn smart and can rewire things, repair components, etc)

he wishes that things had gone differently and that he wasn’t in over his head during his big shot era, maybe things would have been more successful (even though its not fully his fault that things crashed and burned to begin with)

somehow has the energy of a middle aged man and a 10 year old all at the same time???? he’s not as cocky as he used to be either, being humbled by a bitch on the other side of the phone will do that to you

still is desperately trying to get to the NEO body in the basement so that he can earn his freedom not only for himself but for Lithium too (he wants to be a Big Shot, but he has family to take care of now too)

he often borrows Lithium’s phone while she’s asleep and looks up music online or looks at silly pictures to try and distract himself from the creeping horrors at the edges of his brain

despite everything, he’s very affectionate and enjoys hugs and head pats and comfort

if you threaten the people he cares about, run! :)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Charter schools are money laundries

Critiques of charter schools usually focus on poor quality education (disproportionately affecting racialized and poor people) and dangerous ideology (the movement is funded by billionaire dilettantes and religious maniacs), and with good reason!

Charters hand public funds to private institutions with minimal oversight. Public money should not go to schools that endorse slavery and indigenous genocide, nor schools that deny evolution and claim humans and dinosaurs co-existed.

https://web.archive.org/web/20180604002542/http://www.orlandosentinel.com/features/education/school-zone/os-voucher-school-curriculum-20180503-story.html

Charter students know they’re getting substandard educations — that’s why the 2019 valedictorians for Detroit’s Universal Academy used their speech to denounce the school, its curriculum and administrators.

https://www.freep.com/story/news/education/2019/06/10/salutatorians-criticize-charter-school-graduation/1381474001/b

The more we learn about charters, the worse the situation gets. Take New Orleans, where, post-Katrina, the Republican statehouse and wealthy dilettante “philanthropists” eliminated all public education in favor of charter schools.

https://www.nola.com/news/education/article_0c5918cc-058d-11ea-aa21-d78ab966b579.html

A decade later, the state education regulator gave half these schools “D” or “F” grades.

No wonder that charter teachers joined LA public school teachers on their Red For Ed pickets in 2019:

https://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-edu-lausd-strike-accelerated-school-20190114-story.html

Charter schools pitch themselves as grassroots phenomena, made possible thanks to the passion of parents seeking quality educations for their kids. The reality is that the movement is funded and promoted through a corrupt network of ultra-wealthy ideologues.

The Kochs and the Waltons (Walmart) have secretly funneled vast fortunes into disinformation campaigns aimed at demonizing teachers’ unions:

https://www.theguardian.com/education/2018/apr/12/teacher-strikes-rightwing-secret-strategy-revealed

They were joined by the likes of Trump education secretary Betsy DeVos, a fundamentalist who makes no secret of her view that charters can remove the barrier between church and state and institute publicly funded Christian indoctrination in schools:

https://www.cnn.com/2017/02/02/politics/eli-broad-letter-betsy-devos/index.html

Destroying public education is the sport of kings. Bill Gates blew $775m on a failed charter experiment whose subjects were children who got no say in the matter:

https://www.bloomberg.com/opinion/articles/2018-06-27/here-s-how-not-to-improve-public-schools

Gates has solid teammates in his anti-public-education crusade. I mean, who can say no to Mark Zuckerberg?

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/04/21/technology/silicon-valley-kansas-schools.html

Misery loves company, which is why the Sacklers — mass-murdering architects of the opioid epidemic — sunk so much blood money into the charter project (incredibly, this “philanthropy” is supposed to improve their reputation):

https://web.archive.org/web/20171113043810/https://www.alternet.org/education/notorious-family-contributing-opioid-crisis-and-funding-charter-schools/

But a critique of charters that starts with poor outcomes and ends with ideological billionaires misses the third leg of this stool: money-laundering and financial fraud.

Admittedly some of that has been in plain sight for years. Remember when an LA school board exec plead guilty to felony finance fraud and conspiracy for his role in the charter-backed takeover of the board?

https://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-edu-ref-rodriguez-resigns-20180722-story.html#

But “Chartered For Profit,” a report from Network for Public Education is by far the most comprehensive look at the means by which billions are transferred from public school districts to profiteers, at the expense of kids in both the charter and public system.

https://networkforpubliceducation.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/Chartered-for-Profit.pdf

In an interview with Jacobin’s Meagan Day, NPE’s executive director Carol Burris discusses the blockbuster report, which is so damning that it prompted a bill in Congress that bans funding to charters that are managed by for-profit contractors.

https://jacobinmag.com/2021/07/charter-schools-for-profit-nonprofit-taxpayer-public-money-oversight-education-salaries-real-estate-burris-interview

Burris explains that even though nearly all charters are nonprofits (except in AZ), there’s a widespread practice of contracting with for-profit corporations to “manage” these schools; the for-profits are often owned by the schools founders or their relatives.

Others are nationwide chains that offer comprehensive management services — “comprehensive” in the sense of steering schools to procure materials, services and supplies from affiliates that overcharge and kick-back to the management companies.

From substandard, overpriced cafeteria fare; to janky, nonfunctional ed-tech; to unqualified, underpaid teachers, these for-profit entities figure out how to minimize costs, maximize profits, and disguise poor student outcomes so they can keep doing it.

They deploy opaque corporate structures to give the appearance of a thriving ecosystem of suppliers — meanwhile, the largest chain, Academica, consists of 56 companies at one address, more than 70 at another, and a network of real-estate, holding and finance companies.

Real estate plays a major role in charter profiteering. Profiteers scoop up tax-advantaged funding and subsidized loans to buy buildings, leased at inflated rates to charters, with the tax-payer paying their mortgage.

When the mortgage is paid, more tax dollars are used to buy the school at inflated prices.

But it’s even more profitable to run a “virtual school” where you can deliver canned lectures and fake attendance records and pocket vast sums in public money.

For-profits are also loan-sharks. They offer credit to the nonprofit charters so they can afford the inflated prices for educational “services,” charging high interest rates that ensure they get an additional rake off of every public dollar the charter receives.

NPE’s “Another Day Another Charter Scandal” page is a good look at the tip of the corruption iceberg — the crimes that get caught, from fake invoices to outright embezzlement. Charter execs use the school’s credit card to pay for fancy dinners even trips to Disney World.

https://networkforpubliceducation.org/another-day-another-charter-scandal/

Charters shouldn’t exist, period. But if they must exist, then the loophole that allows for-profits to run the notionally nonprofit charter sector must be closed.

Meanwhile, if you want a look at education “reform” that works, check out Andrea Gabor’s 2018 “After the Education Wars,” and learn how eliminating hierarchy, funding the arts, offering good wages and good training to teachers transform schools.

https://www.ineteconomics.org/perspectives/blog/millionaire-driven-education-reform-has-failed-heres-what-works

The formula is rather simple, really: “a respect for democratic processes and participatory improvement, a high regard for teachers, clear strategies with buy-in from all stake-holders, and accountability frameworks that include room to innovate.”

“Robust leadership and strong teacher voice. Their success underscores the importance of equitable funding and suggests that problems like income inequality are far more detrimental to education that the usual suspects, like bad teachers.”

[orangesartblog]

So I've been working on reference sheets for the past handful of weeks. And because it's pride month, I thought I'd share some of my lgbt background charecter OCS.

Basically I watched the CGI series and every now and then I saw someone who I liked, so I gave them a personality lmao.

I should note Emily's crew is currently in the works, I want to make them lesbians but I'm still figuring that out cause it's set in the 50s and i gotta research women in railways ect.

Also I'm a little afraid to share them cause they mean a lot to me so be nice lmao /Lh

Anyways, Ref sheets!

Damn, you can tell who I drew first and who I draw last based on how animated they are lmao

From top to bottom. (There more fleshed out then this I swear)

Harry: he's shy and awkward (same). But also a sarcastic little shit. I love him. He's stronger then he looks. He's not the greatest with the trucks, in fact he's actually really bad with them. But it's okay because Annie and Clarabel have adopted him pretty much.

Roy: out going and chill, I want Roy to be my friend. He's fantastic under pressure which is great, because there's often chaos in Knapford. He'll sometimes bring in colouring sheets mixed in with paper work for the assistants if he knows they've been having a rough day.

Alan: I projected my anxiety onto this poor man. He's a really good cook, and he had never stepped foot on a train before landing the job as sir Topham Hatts assistant. Something that a lot of people find strange.

Steven: bubbly and friendly. Always helping out. Bought a wooden railway set for the breakroom once and it got so chaotic that it nearly injured a railway inspector got banned. Oops. (That inspector is fine btw.)

Tony: chaos. He knows not to do most of the things he does but does them anyway cause why not. He once set fire to his uniform, and is now no longer allowed matches unless supervised, though he now carries around playing cards.

Bob: also chaos but more controlled. More of a "this seems stupid. But it won't kill us so let's do it anyway" kind of guy. Also someone who I want to be my friend. He's makes some of the worst dad jokes ever.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Play Me || Boxer!Tom Holland

Warnings: all of it is just smut (18+), unprotected sex, somewhat public sex, male masturbation, brief oral (m receiving), language, boxing themes, douchebag Tommo, mentions of STDs and one night stands

Word Count: 5,857

Author’s Note: So as I said before, I had intended on just reposting my Easter smut today but I’ve been looking for a good time to post this and I think now is that time. I hope you guys enjoy and as always, lemme know what you think :)

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The cat and mouse game that forced your hand was Tom's fortay. He loved drawing you in, intoxicating you with the sweet words and slew of texts, making it seem like he was into being together before he thrust you back into the real world with so much as a fuck you. His lifestyle was chaotic and you didn't really blame him for being the way he was when it came to you and any mention of a relationship. Even though you knew it wasn't his lifestyle that was to blame. It was a game to him. He played you. Molded and shaped you just the way he liked. And you played along.

You cared about him more than anything. Whether it was watching him get beat down on TV or in person, the sight was hard to watch. But most often than not, he prevailed, careening his opponent back against the ropes before body slamming him against the floor and wrestling him down just long enough for the refs to call it. Of course, there were the times he'd give them a punch straight between the eyes and they were down for the count, sometimes before the math had even seen five minutes. But more often than not, he exhausted all energy into pinning a burley guy down to the blood covered mat, listening for those three crucial smacks to the foam before standing up, arms thrust in the air in victory. He'd flash a triumphant smile that showed the blue of his mouth guard, sweat glistening on his chest and blood trickling from the unruly eyebrow that was so uniquely Tom.

Most often than not, he entered the ring with butterfly bandages still on his cheek or temple, ripping them off before taking on another opponent and ensuring more cuts and bruises like the match before. You'd seen the scar in his right eyebrow that allowed for the tuft of hair to stick up a different direction than the other hair and allowing a break in the short cocoa colored hair. He'd allowed you that close once or twice, but it was always dangled before you and then the rope was cut and he'd be MIA from you for a few days. Tonight was the third day he'd left you hanging. You were used to it and you weren’t upset, showing up to support him while he battled his opponent, one of the ones to beat in his weight class. Tom had trained weeks in advance, small matches with smaller guys sprinkled throughout, all in underground boxing rings which you’d also attended. Quick cash. The second he stepped out into the ring, your heart thundered in your chest. He knew you were either here, or watching on TV, but he could feel it. He could feel your eyes on him in person.

Watching him dodge and throw punches was heart stopping. The friend beside you watched you more than Tom, knowing that every hit and kick thrown could be the one to lay him out. But alas, Tom prevailed, bouncing off a rope to lay a punch across the guy's cheek, knocking him to the floor, out cold. The ref counted it before declaring Tom the winner while medics checked his opponent.

And just like that, after six rounds the match was over and everyone flooded to the parking lots. You and your friend followed the group of guys you'd met up with to a bar, sharing a few drinks. One of the guys you followed kept trying to cop a field, whining every time you told him there was someone else you wanted that was most definitely not him. He went as far as throwing a fit when you stepped out into the night to answer a call,

"Y/N Y/L/N?" A woman's nasally voice rang through. You frowned, pulling your phone away to look at the number,

"Yes, who's this?"

"I'm Martha Conway, part of Mr. Holland's management team. He seems to have... locked himself away in the epicenter and we were wondering if you were willing to come cool him down. We found your name and number in his phone. You seem to be the only re occurrence in his life." Glancing over your shoulder at your friend, you lick your lips and nod,

"Yeah, okay. H-how do you want me to help?"

"We've left the keys next to a maintenance door around the back. He's around the ring and locker rooms. The two of you should be the only ones there." She remarks. Sighing, you nod again,

"Okay, yeah, I'll see what I can do. Thank you." You chide sweetly, hanging up and hurrying back into the bar to find your friend and explain to her the situation at hand. She nods,

"I'll call you if I need anything." She reassures. Nodding back, you find your way out, eyeing the guy that made a hit on you who just rolls his own eyes. Hurrying back to the massive building Tom's match was held in, you find the maintenance door quickly, parking close enough to it and finding the ring of keys to unlock the door. The building inside is a maze, lights left on and supplies scattered across the basement floors. Finding the ground level as quick as possible, you're met face to face with the stage, a big black boxing ring sat front and center with a single spotlight glorifying it. Being this close, you can smell the cleaner used hours before to clean up the sweat and blood from both men. You run your fingers over the jagged foam Tom's used to by now. He'd never offered you tickets to be close enough to the action. He knew you hated watching him get punched and kicked. Seeing his skin split and blood fly from his mouth as he got jostled wasn't something you wanted front row seats for. So he didn't even ask, and neither did you.

Sighing and strutting towards the locker room, you try a number of keys in the lock before one slides in, clicking it open. The sound of the showers running reverberates off the walls, steam coming from the far row of lockers where they're hidden. You close the door, making sure to announce your presence with the loud close. Walking down towards the showers, you inhale the warm air, steam mixed in with it. The sight before you when you round the last row of lockers shouldn't surprise you, but it does.

Water runs from Tom's hair, across his beaten face and toned body. Cuts run rampant across his forehead, disappearing beneath the mess of curls, there's a bruise under his left eye, and his bottom lip is swollen and busted. His back is against the shower wall, hand bound tight around his cock as he strokes himself rather fast. He's not surprised or caught off guard or even afraid of your presence when you gasp. He looks up for just a moment, water running across his lips,

"Figured they'd send you." He croaks out.

"Yeah... were you hoping for it?" You ask,  watching with wide eyes as he strokes himself.  He chews on his bottom lip, head thrown back against the tile and eyes squeezed shut,

"Fuck... if you wanna join, you're more than welcome." He hisses. Staring at him a moment longer, you give a gentle nod before turning to the bench behind you. Pulling your top over your head, Tom groans behind you,

"How is it that I could tell you weren't wearing a bra?" He rasps out, knowing all too well your cut off sleep shirts he'd asked for pictures of you in. Sure, he'd seen a little nipple action from you in those photos but not in the flesh. Smiling to yourself, you don't respond, sliding out of your jeans and underwear, walking towards him. The feeling of cold cement beneath your feet sends a chill up your spine, only heightened when you place your hand atop the half wall shielding Tom from you. He licks his lips, eyes locked on your chest, hand not slowing around his cock. You giggle, glancing down at yourself, pressing your elbows closer together,

"You like them handsome?" You ask. He nods and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows the saliva his mouth conjured up at the sight of your mouth watering body,

"Fuck yeah... God damn they're gorgeous." Cocking your head, you give a sideways smirk,

"All natural too. I'd say they're yours but... you keep givin me the run around." You pose. He nods, ignoring your statement,

"Fuckin amazing." His eyes flick up to your face for just a moment as you clamber to your knees, eyes locked back on your perky breasts. Staring at his hand bound tight around himself, he sucks in a pained breath when you take his hand in your own, staring up into his lust-struck eyes. The bruise under his left eye looks darker now that his head is bowed, watching you anticipate your next move. Looking down at his cock again, you lean in, water starting to soak into your hair, and swirl your tongue around his tip. The moment the two meet, he grunts again,

"Fuck..." He mutters under his breath, taking hold of your other hand and giving it a squeeze when your mouth envelopes him. His head falls back, but just as fast, it lulls back to look down at you, his eyes locked on your mouth as you gently bob your head,

"Gotta take me deeper baby. Make me cum." You do as you're told, taking his cock deep into your mouth until you gag. He growls, head thrown back. When his eyes find yours again, he clenches his jaw and you can see another, hidden bruise just under it that, if you didn't know any better, you would have thought was a hickey.

"Fuck... got myself so close before. Wanna cum so bad." You blink a few times, batting your lashes,

"Baby girl... don't do that," he practically growls through grit teeth, "I wanna fuck that pretty little face a bit more before I cum down your throat." There's no denying the whimper that slips from your throat at his dirty talk. He's damn good at it. And he knows it as a smile spreads wide across his face,

"Pretty thing. You like my dick in your mouth?" You nod around him, hollowing your cheeks and sticking your tongue out to run along the base. He hums,

"Keep it up... I'm gonna cum." You draw him from your mouth, stroking him,

"Take hold of my hair. Make me do what you like. I can handle it." He nods, tongue darting out to wet his lips again before he gathers every last hair of yours in his hands and presses you down, cursing as you gag around him. You're not even sure if what's running down your chin is water, or your own saliva trying to make his descent tolerable. His eyes roll back in his head at the sudden power shift, head falling back as his high licks at every nerve ending in his body. He gasps gently when you reach up, fondling his balls just the smallest bit. In no time, he was spilling his load onto your tongue with a throaty grunt. His head falls back into place, hand letting go of your hair and eyes on you once more,

"Gonna take it all for me baby?" He purrs. Pulling back until just the tip rests at the front of your tongue, you swallow the sticky substance, eyes cutting up to him. He reaches down, fingers falling around your chin and pulling you to stand straight. He turns the both of you, pressing you to the wall of the shower. You gasp inte his lips at how cold the tile is. He smiles, lips pressed firmly against yours,

"Lemme look at you," Leaning back, he licks his lips once more, "Jesus... I'm really rethinking this whole leaving you on read thing. You're stunning pretty girl." Placing his hand at your hip, he strokes up your side, grabbing a handful of your breast,

"Fuck..." Looking down at his still wrapped hand, you pull it from your skin, peeling the gauze off,

"Yeah? What makes you think I want you now?" You ask softly. He clicks his tongue,

"You wouldn't have come if you didn't want me. You wouldn't have dropped to your knees to work me through an adrenaline rush. You wouldn't BE HERE if you didn't want me still." Sliding his hand between your legs, you gasp when he finds your clit. He raises his eyebrows in a way to tell you he's proving his point. When you whimper, he opens his mouth just enough to show the tip of his tongue sliding over his teeth,

"How bout I take you out to where I had my last victory, make ya see stars of your own." He raises his eyebrows again, watching your mouth open,

"T-the ring? No... God no, w-what if we get caught." Tom rolls his eyes and tsks,

"You kidding? We're the only ones here." Running a hand through his hair, he sighs, turning the water off. Handing you a towel, he wraps one around himself, holding his hand out for you to take. You do, hesitantly, taking in a shaky breath. He chuckles,

"If you're that nervous... I won't let anyone see your body baby. I'll cover you." Nodding, he leads you towards the ring again, your hand clutching your towel tight to your chest. You're nervous and excited. For once, things are going your way. The man you've come to love, under all the scrapes and bruises, is leading you to where he had his umpteenth victory so you can have your first time together.

Following him up the small set of foam steps, he holds two of the ropes apart, licking his lips at the small beads of water that trickle down your back, sparkling like diamonds as they roll between your shoulder blades. Following you in, he watches you turn, staring out at the rows of seats that encapsulate the spotlit ring. Sighing through his nose, he blinks at you,

"What's it like? Being up here... knowing that the fate of your fan base... your life... rests in your own broken, bruised, bloody, torn up hands?" You ask. He gives a lopsided smirk, taking the last step forward to wrap his arms around you,

"Terrifying. Knowing... that the next punch... thrown or taken... could be my last. I could suffer... immeasurable damage that leaves me brain dead... dead altogether. It's like taking a breath... expecting each one to be your last." Turning your head to look at him, you frown and shake your head,

"Why do you do it then?" He scoffs turning away from you,

"For the adrenaline... god... you saw how hard I was. It's like that every time I step out of this ring. The money too... I needed the money bad when I first started. And now... now look at me. We could do this," gesturing between the both of you with his now unwrapped, knuckle swollen hand, he huffs again, "we could do this on a stack of cash I made just from tonight Y/N." He remarks,

"But I don't want the money Tom. All I want..  all I've ever wanted... was you. You get a quick fix out of all these fake bitches and they act like they care about you but... you could have had me. You wouldn't have to lay in bed, alone right after getting off. You wouldn't have to pick which one of these girls you take home. You could have me always. In every sense of the word. I would do anything for you." He hates the spotlight for showing him perfect tears in your eyes. He nods and walks towards you, hands stroking your hair down,

"I know. God... I know I could've had you. And I'm a dumbass for not taking you up on it but... I-I think I'm ready... I think I'm ready to make you mine... if the offer still stands." Staring up into his dark, lustrous eyes, you look across his bruised and beaten face. The cuts are always there. No matter how long it's been since a match, he has them. Scabbed over most times, but the bruises are something that are faded by the time he comes around again. His lip, busted, is all you've ever dreamed of kissing for the rest of your life. Him coming home after a match to collapse into bed, letting you kiss his wounds. Curling around you and falling asleep with gentle kisses to his forehead and fingers in his soft, unruly hair, his arms bound tight around your body, muscle shirt of his billowing off your body. Helping him into a bathtub filled with soapy bubbles and sliding in behind him to massage his tense shoulders and wash off the blood and grime while he rambles about his day with soft, loving eyes. Cooking him a high protein breakfast only for him to roll out of bed and find you in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling his face in your hair and wishing you a good morning. And you didn't even want to think about him with kids. The idea terrified you. It excited you. It sent every emotion swirling in your brain. Him quirking an eyebrow draws you back to reality, his eyes dancing across your own face as you nod,

"Yes... yes, the offer still stands." You confirm.  The corners of his lips quirk up and when his hands slip down to your cheeks, he leans in, his lips against yours in a moment. Reaching out, he tugs your towel free, discarding his own. Tugging himself, he places a hand at your lower back, pushing you to lay back down on the mat. The feeling resembles high school and it makes you shiver for a moment before his face appears over yours. Perched over you, he smiles,

"First time together, I'm not wearin a condom."

"Are you always this daring?" You quickly interject. He shakes his head, a cocky, toothy smirk carved across his lips,

"No... but then again... none of those other girls are my girlfriend. I-if you're really not up for it, I could uhm... go find one in my bag. I just figured... ya know... you're... on the pill so-" You nod, hands resting on his shoulders,

"It's fine. I'm just... nervous about... cleanliness if you were forgoing protection with EVERY girl." His eyes widen and he shakes his head,

"Oh no, baby," he scoffs, feeling a little foolish in himself, "I'm clean. Last time I was checked was about two weeks ago. If you wanna see my recor-" He stops when you drag him in for a kiss, features softening at the gesture. When he pulls back, he looks down at you,

"I trust you Holland." He stares down at you, a reassuring smile spreading across his face,

"Yeah?" You nod and he chuckles, glancing down between the two of you. You purse your lips, heart pounding out against your ribs as he slides two calloused fingers between your folds, dipping them inside of you,

"So wet. Are you this wet for me baby?" He purrs again. You nod, reaching up to clasp his shoulder and gasping. He smirks, staring down into your eyes as he slides his fingers in and out of you, reaching his thumb out to rub your clit,

"Like that? Want me inside you sweet thing?" You nod again, licking your lips. He hums before drawing his fingers out and taking them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks your juices from the digits,

"So sweet pretty girl. You taste amazing." Slipping between your thighs, you stare down at him, placing your hand over his own scabbed one on your hip. Pulling your knees up over his thighs, he rests a fist just beside you, the foam sinking in to support his weight. Licking his bottom lip, he guides the tip of his cock to your center before leaning over you completely. Dipping down to capture your lips with his own, he hums, pressing his hips down to slide into you. Tossing your hands over his shoulders, you gasp, fingertips dug into his tan, tense skin. He nuzzles his face in your neck, grunting as he bottoms out,

"Fuck... you a virgin? You're the tightest I've ever had baby." He asks. You giggle, kissing his temple,

"No... I just don't give up my goods to every man I meet, Holland." He chuckles, nipping at the skin of your neck,

"All mine now." He grumbles, leaning back just the smallest bit to gently glide in and out. Reaching down as you cry out, you grip his knees, scratching across the skin. He tips his head back,

"Fuck… the tighter the better with you darling. Gonna make me blow my load early." He growls. Your chest perks up when he gently glides in again and again, his tip prodding the special spot inside you and you can already feel it. You gasp and Tom speeds up, stroking across the bare skin of your thigh with the hand not supporting his weight beside your arm. His jaw clenches, the bruises flexing with the muscles in his face. Your back arches higher, Tom licking his lips at the sight of your breasts he's been dying to see for months. The sound of him sliding into you is intoxicating and it has you on cloud nine, eyes rolling back in your head,

"Fuck... oh fuck that feels so good." You whimper. Your body shakes, a hand sliding down between your scolding bodies to strum your clit. Your eyes find his face, his own dark, bruised eyes watching you touch yourself. His mouth is held open and he's speechless at the sight before him,

"Tom-" He glances up, searching your eyes for the new discontent, uncertainty he thinks he hears in your voice. You nod,

"I can take it... fuck me." You tell him. The way those words roll off your tongue has his thrusts stuttering. He's convinced he would have suddenly grown harder if it was humanly possible. He wants to change position desperately, but he wants to watch your tits bounce. Leaning back, he holds your thighs up over his, grip tight on the skin that goes white at the pressure, starting to lose blood flow. You whimper when he ruts up into you, your slick gushing out around him. His head lulls back as his jagged hips snap up into your thighs, whines and cries falling from your lips. He curses when your back arches, leaning down to nuzzle his face in your neck,

"You play with yourself pretty girl? You toy with yourself thinking of me?" He asks in his husky voice. You nod, digging your nails into his shoulders. Your eyes are gently closed, Tom pumping into you at a grueling speed,

"You won't have to ever again. I've got you." He grunts into your already heated skin. He drags your hands from his back, pressing his own to them against the mat below you. You moan and whimper, holding the backs of his thighs with your heels as he rocks into you, your shoulders screeching along the mat. You give his hands a squeeze, fingers laced together as you raise your head to seek out his lips. Sure you've given him quick pecks, but never something like you're looking for. Never a full, heartfelt kiss that leaves you both wanting more.

The second your lips meet, Tom stops pumping into you, intoxicated with the way you taste, the way your lips feel. When he frees your hands to hold your sides, your hands slip to his cheeks. He presses your shoulders down against the mat, lips covering yours. His tongue slips between your lips, dipping along your own which you welcome with a purr. He draws back slightly, his lips just gently grazing yours. When he pulls back, you stare at each other for a moment, his eyes darting between yours in wonder,

"Wow." He gasps out. You smile softly,

"What?" You ask, stroking the unruly curls from his forehead. He turns his cheek into your palm,

"I've been with… lots of other girls and none of 'em feel like you." You stare up at him,

"You're such a wild card, is that a good or bad thing that none of them feel like me?" He smiles as you cock your head, hair shifting beneath you on the mat, his mind running a mile a minute as he strives to answer,

"Good for you I guess. Bad for them... and me."

"Why is it bad for you?" You quiz with a giggle. He huffs breathlessly, leaning in on his elbow to stroke your goosebumped side,

"Because that means I'm already whipped." He coos, eyes locked in yours. The same smile that creeps onto your lips makes its way onto his features before you flip the both of you over. Clambering into his lap, his calloused, bruised hands slide along your legs, holding you over him. He swallows as he watches you, head raising from the mat to watch you guide him back inside of you. He moans, head thunking back against the mat as you squeeze him gently with your tight, wet heat. Your head lulls back and Tom can only imagine getting to bruise the soft skin of your collarbones and neck after every successful fight and every weekend for the rest of his life. When your hands rest on his stomach, nails raking across the valleys of his abs, he hisses,

"Ahh fuck babes. God you feel so good." He moans, your eyes diverted down to his bruised, beaten face as you gently move back against him. He presses his lips in a line, pressing his feet to the mat below him. Your hands splay out across his chest, his own calloused hands slipping down to hold your butt. He forces you down around him, the both of you working in tandem. The way your damp hair falls over your shoulders and your mouth is held open to release all of the beautiful moans Tom's brain records has his head spinning. He's in love with everything about you in this moment, he loves the way you look, the way you sound, the way you feel around him. It's intoxicating and he wants nothing more than to have all of this for the rest of his life. You tip your head back, letting Tom grab onto whatever skin he can of yours. You hum, digging your nails into his pecs,

"Fuck yes darling, look at you, fucking stunning." He growls, watching your hands slide along his body, eyes traveling the tan skin you want to kiss every inch of. You want all of him and he wants the same, watching you cup your breasts in your hands, rolling your own nipples between your fingers, hair a mess but you look heavenly above him, letting out little whimpers and moans. He curses softly, your eyes finding his. You reach down, placing your hands just over his shoulders on the mat, your lips hovering over his. He stares up into your eyes, hands placed over your hips, raising his head after a moment to kiss you, hand slipping up to the back of your neck, holding you in place to kiss you. You hum into it, pulling back after a moment to stare into his eyes again,

"You're an ass Holland." You mutter. He chuckles,

"Why's that darling?" He asks as you sit back up, hands on your thighs,

"Because I'm so fucking in love with you and you keep giving me the run around." You remark. He gives a soft smile,

"I promise, scouts honor, I'll stop, okay? I'll be yours." He swears. You smile, moving back against him again, his hands slipping to your hips again, lips pressed into a line. Tom's hands slip up behind his head as you bounce a little faster, moaning as he meets the perfect spot inside of you, your head tipping back. He watches you play with your breasts again, wondering what you'd look like the second, third, fifth, tenth time fucking him like this. How much more comfortable your body would be with him after all that time.

After another moment, you stand up straight, Tom glancing up between your legs with raised brows and a hand that drifts upright, hum slipping from his lips as he sits up and scoots closer, eyes meeting yours just before his lips wrap around your clit, tongue darting out to slide inside of you. You throw your head back, moaning as he licks and sucks at your folds, devouring you completely. He hums, pulling back,

"Fuck you're gorgeous. So fucking perfect. Taste and all." He growls, reaching between your legs to swat at your ass which draws a squeal from your throat. You giggle as he picks himself up, taking your wrist into his hand and guiding you to a corner post of the ring. Stepping up behind you, you bend slightly, holding the post and pulling a foot up to hook into the ropes, Tom humming as he places a hand at your lower back, the other placed over your butt which he swats again to hear you giggle. He smiles, stepping forward to slide his cock through your folds, pressing into you successfully which draws a hum from your throat. He leans in to kiss your cheek,

"I don't ever wanna give this up." He admits, leaning down to kiss your shoulder, your head tilting back,

"Well if you're smart, you don't have to." You reply. He hums, gently moving his hips, hand not wrapped around your shoulders reaching down to strum your clit. You gasp and whimper, Tom moaning as you clench around him,

"Such a good girl. So beautiful." He purrs, smiling softly as you work back against him,

"Faster Tommy... I wanna cum." You moan, Tom speeding up immediately as he strokes your clit, sucking a mark into your shoulder,

"Cum for me baby. Whenever you feel it, you can cum." He reassures, letting you find your own sweet spot with his tip, guiding him along as he gathers a fistful of your hair to gently, reassuringly tug. You hum, letting him take the initiative to pound into you, remaining in the perfect place to strike your g-spot each time. You whimper,

"Tommy-"

"Cum for me darling." He cuts in huskily in your ear. You hum again, closing your eyes as his hand leaves your hair and slides down to grasp your breast, squeezing and molding it into his palm,

"So perfect love." He growls, leaning in to kiss and suck at your neck, your hand slipping up into the soft curls he sports. You cry out, the noise reverberating around the room as he strikes your sweet spot and strums your clit with such precision, you're understanding how he wins all of his matches. He grunts each time you clench down around him, knowing you're about to cum and begging for it in your ear. Just before you cum, you tip your head back, moaning out his name again. Your legs quake as you cry out and moan, cumming around Tom. He grunts once more, guiding you through it reassuringly,

"That's my good girl. Such a good girl." He coos as your orgasm ebbs away. He draws from inside you, jerking himself off as he guides you to your knees, holding your shoulder as he jerks himself off, knees going weak just before his cock shoots thick, warm streams of cum across your chest and tongue. He hums, watching you lap it up, head falling back for a moment as he softens. You smirk before he looks down at you, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to sit before you. You crash your lips to his, a choked noise leaving your throat as he places his hands at your hips. Pulling yourself into his lap, he hums, wrapping his arms around you. When you pull back, his eyes dart between yours,

"I love you." He suddenly mutters, smiling lopsidedly as you blink down at him, somewhat surprised. He rubs across your lower back,

"You don't have to say it, but I'm fucking grateful for you. Every time I feel that you're here, it just let's me know I can win up here. I'm in love with you and I can't-

"I love you too." You quickly interject. His mouth hangs open again before he snaps it shut and nods,

"Awesome... yeah, I love you a whole lot." You caress his jaw as you lean in to kiss him again. He hums into it,

"Come... home with... me." He implies between kisses. You shrug and nod,

"Sure." He smiles, laying you back on the mat, listening to you giggle,

"No more running you around, okay? If you go out, I'll come out with you. We can kiss and hug and text and hold hands and I'll get you backstage passes and everything. I just want you." He admits, closing his eyes as you run your fingers through his hair. You nod,

"I'm yours Tommy." You reassure. He nods and sighs, leaning in to kiss you once more. Turning to look at the towels on the mat around you. He licks his lips,

"Guess we could take a shower at my place. It's a lot smaller so you can't escape me." He jokes, leaning in to kiss your nose. He stands straight, your eyes wandering his toned, naked body,

"How can you be the cutest, and the sexiest man all at one time Tom Holland?" You pose, watching him turn at the waist, shooting you a smile,

"I mean... its my natural look baby girl." He purrs. You stand, sighing as he turns around, tucking his towel around his waist. He looks you over, licking his lips,

"I can definitely get used to havin you around all the time." You roll your eyes,

"Yeah, I get it Tom, you're a flirt." You pick up your towel, binding it around yourself before he steps forward again, capturing your chin between his fingers, bowing to kiss you once more. His nose nudges yours before he pulls back,

"I can't wait to kiss you for the rest of my life." He mutters, breath fanning your face. You smile, reaching up to squeeze his muscular bicep,

"And that, my good sir, is how you get yourself laid again." He chuckles,

"Good to know." Following you through the ropes again, he sighs, taking your hand and guiding you back to the locker room, cheesy, proud smirk etched across his face at the fact that you're his, finally. And it only took sex to get you to that point. But you're not complaining.

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[perianth-nixie]

Caputura is not my stuff at Warframe but I like to use this mode sometimes, especially for refs of frames. But not about this is that post.

I’m still a big nerd to Warframe, I don’t hide this fact. I play at this game for almost 3 years without any bigger breaks. I stay at 27mr ‘cuz I’m a lazy butt and don’t wanna make another test. I wouldn’t be surprised If now I should be close to 29mr. I adore the story, I adore the designs. This strange, sad, dark AU. 

I used to draw much more often fanarts probably a year ago before Iberis-3 and Destiny 2 had come and taken my whole attention. But even that I stayed at Warframe. Something new, you know. But the funny thing I didn’t play much at Destiny after the start of season 13 and I’m not really getting into this. More impatient I waiting for the new frame Sevagoth and the story quest with him.

I wanna back to Warframe. (don’t worry followers who only here for Destiny 2 content, I’m sure I won’t left this AU). I don’t hide my early drawings was more for fun, without any story or my own content. I wanna change this. I have some ideas for developing the character of my warframes and the operator Azaela. 

Umbra deserves special attention. The Sacrifice is my favourite quest with The Second Dream. I cannot say which one is better, srl. (Personal opinion). I’m the fan who would like to see more content at the game about Umbra but to be honest, I don’t believe it even happen someday. I see Excalibur Umbra as a Excalibur Prime for not-founders with pretty nice moods and special forma. 

But the story behing this Dax... Damn...

If I cannot get any more contet I’ll do the same thing as many, many, many fans - I’ll try to create my own one, cuz’ why not. I already have some ideas after my stupid, not-stupid dream about Umbra and Azaela (I made post about this, maybe someone seen this).(I’m srl idiot if I believe on this). Probably nothing original - Tenno with trauma and Space Dad with PTSD. The Common idea on the internet but still makes a lot of sense to me. ...But bonus from me - other frames have their own will and personality well it can make a lot of troubles and... interesting situations, I guess.

So yeah... I wanna believe I gonna be able to draw some pictures with stories and not again stuck at comfort zone of trash drawings about Iberis-3 and Eva.

I have to draw other things more often, not only for my university but for myself too. I feel I stuck at some wreid place and I cannot go on.

I think that’s all that I wanted to say. My thoughts are a big mess, just like me.

Thank you for read If you did this and have a nice day or good evening.

[vahilor]

This is Santiago from Ark Sruvival Evolved. I made a design for him shortly after Abberration launchend and implemented him in my Ark story, with a lot of my own ideas and how the story might play along in my version of the Ark universe, which is allready different in a lot of points from the original one.

This is the latest picture of him I did. I have some more which I still need to color.

I added a lot of background and personality to him cause there are only hints in the explorer notes and my version of him might differ a lot from the original game character by now. 

Done with colored pencils. Refs used.

Some part of my story involving him:

The ground was damp and cold. He could smell the earth beneath him. His head was pounding. How could that be? Dead men don't have headaches.

He remembered the breaking of his bones and the crushing feeling of his chest that had made every breath hell. He had tasted the blood, then blackness and the loss of consciousness. The damned beasts had pushed him into a corner after he had succeeded in luring them away from the others and that had been his death sentence. Even his highly developed fighting machine could not withstand the beasts driven by pure hate. He should be dead and yet he lay here, naked as a newborn baby, alive. How was this possible? The dark-haired man couldn't explain it. He slowly opened his eyes. It was dark, only narrow beams of light from above broke through the darkness. Water dripped softly onto the earthy ground, disturbing the silence. The man with the short dark hair moaned softly before he tried to sit up. Due to the abrupt movement, the pain burned into his head like a hot iron and he paused briefly to wait until it ebbed a little. He looked around, taking care not to move his head too fast. As his eyes got used to the darkness, he realized that he was sitting in a pit. His eyes slowly moved upwards and it was hard for him to estimate how deep it was. The pit was covered by a thick blanket of plants. Only little light was able to pass through. The pain in his head made his vision blur, so he had to lower his gaze again. He sighed. His gaze focused on his wrist, which had a diamond-shaped implant embedded in it. The man frowned and wondered what idiot had implanted this shit in him and more importantly, what was it good for? He gently touched the thing. It felt strangely cool and he couldn't really identify the metallic-looking material. It fit his arm perfectly, though. A soft rustling from above distracted the man and he tried to find the source of it. Too quickly he looked up and again a stabbing pain shot through his head. "Shit," he quietly cursed, whereupon the rustling stopped immediately. The man could see a 50 cm long lizard in one of the small beams of light that broke on the wall. It had a narrow tail, as long as the lizard’s body. On the back, two fluorescent stripes were visible and the tail ended in a drop-like thickening, which glowed in a weak warm light.Santiago knew this type of lizard very well and swallowed hard. This is a fucking joke, right? It can't be? I can't be back there? I don't want to be back there.He looked at the lizard, who was watching him curiously. The creature chirped softly and then disappeared back up through the canopy. He felt anger rising inside him. It had taken him more than two years to escape the Ark, to trick the system and find a way back to Earth with the others. His plan had worked and they had actually succeeded. They had landed on Earth only to find that it was in a pathetic state. Now they had sent him back to that hell? Naked in a damn pit he couldn't get out of? He growled softly, but stopped immediately when he heard footsteps approaching, followed by a soft rustle. He tried to concentrate on the sounds, made difficult thanks to the nagging headache. The glowtail, as Helena had called this species of lizard, hung just below the plant cover on the wall to watch the man again. The steps were no longer audible. "Tara ?" called a male voice softly, which the glowtail answered immediately with a warm chirp. "What have you found now?" The voice came closer and he heard someone kneeling down to remove the plants that covered the pit. The man's gaze wandered upwards. At least there seemed to be others here. He was not the only one. Even if he would never admit, he was glad about it. It took a moment before the owner of the voice had created a hole big enough to look down. The incoming light blinded the guy in the pit and he had to close his eyes and shield them with his hand. It took him a moment to get used to the rather bright light and getting the pain in his head under control. "Oh..." said the voice in surprise when he saw a human being down there. The young man had obviously not expected to find someone in the pit. The light hair hung down his face. Part of his upper body was covered by a Tek-armor. It looked far more advanced than what the man in the pit had developed. Curiosity burned high in him. "What-" the younger man started, but the guy in the pit immediately cut him off. He was in pain and he wanted to know what was going on. He had never shown much consideration for others. "Where am I?" His voice sounded rough and much more pathetic than he had expected, as if he hadn't talked for a long time and the words obviously confused the young guy looking down at him. He shook his head slightly. "No, you are on Earth. Pretty fucked up, but Earth," the one from above answered unexpectedly friendly. The dark-haired man took a deep breath. After all, he was still on earth. "Can you get me out of this fucking pit?" He looked further up, which became more and more difficult for him as time went on. The bright light increased the pain in his head significantly. The young fellow rubbed his neck grinning briefly. It had not escaped his notice that the guy down there was not wearing any clothes. "You're naked." He stated. "And how did you get down there?" The young man almost seemed amused. "You'll have to ask the nice person who put me in this fucking hole." the dark-haired man's words dripped with sarcasm. The headache made is mood worse. He often was sarcastic and a real jerk and the bad mood only made it worse. Many couldn't deal with it but apparently the guy above didn't seem to mind and just raised his eyebrows slightly. "I'll get you some clothes and a rope so you can get out." He stood up, but paused once more and looked down. "What's your name?" he asked openly. "Does it matter? But if it makes you happy, Santiago." the man in the hole growled in a huff. "And to whom I have the honor of speaking?" "Jamie." The other one introduced himself and smiled for a moment, completely unaffected by Santiago's mood, before he disappeared. Santiago pulled a face and leaned against the wall exhausted. The glowtail was still sitting on the wall, watching stranger curiously. The animal almost looked as if it was assessing whether it was safe to approach further. Santiago assumed that the guy named Jamie must have been on the Ark as well; they had so badly destroyed. Nothing else made sense, at least for Santiago. He would have to ask Jamie some questions about it. It took quite a while until Jamie's face appeared at the pit again. He watched the man down there for a moment, who apparently had dozed off. "You wanna put on the clothes first?" he asked a little louder. Santiago flinched before slowly lifting his eyes. He had a biting comment on his tongue, which he swallowed, for now. "Throw that shit down." he growled instead and Jamie dropped a shirt and cargo pants into the pit. "I hope it’s ok." In Santiago’s opinion, the man was in far too good a mood, like all this was just a walk in the park. Didn't he know what was going on or was he just so naive? Santiago sighed softly and began to dress, which turned out to be a challenge. Santiago's whole body felt as if he hadn't moved for far too long, every bigger movement hurt and so it took some time until Santiago had finally put on the pants and shirt. In the meantime, Jamie had started to enlarge the hole in the plant thicket. He wondered how Santiago had gotten there, especially since it had been overgrown for a long time. Jamie had not noticed any damage to the plants. He suspected that the man himself knew how he had ended up down there, but perhaps it was possible to find out. But first he had to get him out, which with Perseus’ help would not be that difficult. The Drake had laid down and watched from a safe distance. "Will it take you the whole day ?" Santiago grumbled. Jamie could hear the dark-haired man from downstairs and couldn't help but grin. Santiago's mood was clearly audible and he didn't seem to hide the fact that the whole situation pissed him off. Jamie could live with that. It was much easier for him to be frank, because he knew exactly what he was in for. "I can wait until tomorrow, if you want." He smiled innocently as he looked down. He could now clearly see the face down there. Santiago's gaze did not seem very friendly. "Then you will have to live with the fact that you let an innocent soul die down here." Santiago growled with little amusement. "We shall see." Jamie smiled again. Jamie disappeared again and Santiago sighed. His head ached and the painful pulling in his limbs drove him crazy, he was thirsty too and his stomach started growling. Jamie appeared at the hole again and slowly let down a rope.Santiago looked at the rope, which slowly came towards him. The thought of climbing up did not appeal to him at all. "Tie it around yourself. I'll pull you out." Jamie had noticed how stiff and lumbering the man below was moving. "Let me know when you're ready." Jamie disappeared from the hole again. The glowtail named Tara watched Santiago for a moment and then scampered up. Santiago was about to shake his head but paused, as this movement would only bring him another wave of pain. Instead, he grabbed the rope and started to tie it around his upper body. "I'm ready." he called and was pulled up with a jerk. He reached the top faster than expected. Lying on soft grass, the sun blinded him immediately so he had to shield his eyes. It was warm and he could hear the soft chirping of birds and a loud snort that made Santiago flinch. The pain that the whole rescue operation brought with it burned hot through his body. Santiago moaned softly and needed a moment to recognize the large silhouette that stood next to Jamie and towered above him but the feather comb on his head was unmistakable. Next to Jamie stood one of those creatures that lived deep down in the ark he had left behind. A kind of dragon that had nested there. Why was it here? And more importantly, why was it standing beside him, calm as a lamb? "Where…?" Everything started spinning and blurring in front of Santiago's eyes. He wanted to say more, but the world went dark. * * *

Description of Santiago:

Surname: Camacho Name: Santiago Gender: male Eye Color: dark brown Hair Color: dark brown, nearly black Height: 172 cm Weight: 60 kg Age: 29 Sexuality: Bi Nationality: Spanish

Family:

Santiago's parents are long dead and he never talks about them so not much is known.

Apperance:

Slim, developing a more athletic build due to an increase in training, Spanish origin, short, messy dark hair, stubble, angular features, tends to be sleep deprived.

Attire:

Simple shirts, cargo pants, combat boots, hoodies in muted coloring. He dislikes bright colors.

Notable Features:

none

Personality:

He calls himself a jerk and often is, but deep inside he is a nice and, even kind person. He hides his true personality behind a mask of sarcasm and cynicism as past experience has left him afraid of being hurt. He can be pretty impatient with others, especially when it comes to technical tasks or hacking. He even will take it in his own hands, if he believes the person is to slow or incompentent, which is nearly everyone. Fun facts:

Santiago loves pop music an the TV show URE Idol (United Republics of Earth).