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[watercolormess]

(Ver 2) Semigods introduction (Part 2)

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Yeah. That's all I got for this one :)

[dykeishheart]

Alright so. Character masterpost for Saints in the Desert.

-Main Character is Damian, former lieutenant in service to the king of Kelsys, an expansionist kingdom that was the aggressor in a territory war with Enura to the east across the desert. After the war drew to a close with the annexation of a swath of Enuran land into Kelsys, Damian was honored with sainthood for his exemplary service. Sainthood is a form of religious rite in Kelsys whereby men are given immortality for the purpose of maintaining a holy office. In Damian's case, he was made the Saint of Justice. Basically the highest arbiter of law, which basically boils down to being the king’s headsman. In order to be sainted, the blood of 12 guilty men must be shed. Damian was told to behead 12 prisoners taken from the war, but upon killing them a single head rolled out of a loose bag and he realized he had killed 12 of his own men, including his best friend Leander. After suffering a moral snap realizing what he's done, Damian kills his king during the final sainting ceremony and flees into the desert to seek repentance through self-flagellation.

-Primary antagonist is the king, known also as the Specter in the Silver Chair, or as the Blighted Magician to the men of Enura. After Damian kills him by piercing a sword through his throat and pinning him to his throne, the king's ghost follows Damian through the desert to torment him endlessly. He is petty and cruel, sadistic, and bloodthirsty. He is Damian's constant companion, appearing as a ghost in the same position he died: sitting in his silver throne, pinned by a sword through his throat.

-Leander's ghost appears midway through the story in two alternating forms. He primarily appears with the rest of the twelve men Damian executed as a ghost holding his own severed head. Each of the men have stitched mouths and carry axes in one hand and their heads in the other. Only Leander of the twelve can speak but he does so with all their voices layered into one. They call themselves the Saints. Leander's alternative ghost form is as himself in life.

Secondary characters include two Enuran priests and a former soldier who accompanies them. I won't reveal too much about them yet. Rest assured their importance will be clear later.

[radicalturtles]

Their name is Enura, they're a red spotted salamandrian,They're 14 years old, they go by any pronouns and prefers to switch between he/him and she/her.

[edc-usa]

My Top 3 Spyderco’s For EDC

Spyderco Dragonfly 2

 When I first held the Spyderco Dragonfly 2 in my hand, I thought it was too small. However, I overlooked the small stature of the knife and decided to carry it for a couple weeks. After a few days the practicality of the Spyderco Dragonfly 2 won me over. Weighing in at 1.2 oz. 33g, I never realized the Dragonfly 2 was in my pocket. At my work, the Dragonfly 2 flew under the radar and didn't catch the eye of my supervisors (supposed to use safety knives), making the Dragonfly 2 a mainstay for my EDC work kit. Not to mention when this small of a knife comes with VG10 steel and a legit finger choil, the Spyderco Dragonfly 2 sold me as a blue collar EDC knife. Being that the Spyderco Dragonfly 2 sells for around $50, I personally had to buy me one. Get Yours Here

Spyderco Delica 4

  I sometimes need a knife bigger than the Spyderco Dragonfly 2, and while there are size differences between the Dragonfly 2 and Delica 4, I figured, for a working knife, I need to jump to the Delica 4. I'm still getting a blade in VG 10 steel, but with the ability to take on bigger tasks that the Spyderco Dragonfly 2 couldn't. The Delica 4 weighs in at 2.5 oz, which still goes virtually unnoticed in my pocket. I love the Spyderco Delica 4 because it’s a universal knife, everyone from a Boy/Girl Scout to my Grandparents can find use in this knife. I've used the Spyderco Delica 4 to slice fruit and vegetables, cut paracord and rope, shave sticks, cut boxes, and honestly, do a ton of other EDC tasks that knives in this price range can't compete with. Which brings me to my next point, the PRICE! I'm really kind of a cheapo when it comes to buying knives, but seriously at around $65, you can't beat the Spyderco Delica 4. I saw the practicality in the Delica 4’s medium size and knew it would be a top performer in my weekly rotation. Available Here

Spyderco Paramilitary 2

  Last, but not least, the Spyderco Paramilitary 2 is what I consider my EDC heavy hitter. Seriously, the Paramilitary 2 can be relied upon to obviously do the task my Spyderco Dragonfly 2 can do, but also be ready for the Post Apocalyptic world. Do you think I'm joking? There are videos around with this knife being put through its paces, even beating out the lockup of the Axis lock. If only I knew about this knife in my Army days, it would have been my EDC 100% OF THE TIME. S30V steel is one thing that attracted me to the Spyderco Paramilitary 2 (or S110V), in addition to its size, which is somewhere I'd say between the Delica 4 and Endura, but weighing in at 3.75 oz (heavier than the other two, but still practical). I think it’s safe to say that there isn't a task I haven't been able to do with the Spyderco Paramilitary 2, well, except tasks that I wouldn't normally do with a folding knife. I like my Spyderco Paramilitary 2 for the simple fact that it's a super premium knife at only a $130 price point. While that is expensive for me, I can justify spending my money on the Spyderco Paramilitary 2 when I'm in the market for a knife of this caliber. Great Price on Spyderco Paramilitary 2 Here

[xdeusxmachinax]

Hey, so how man muse do you have on this blog, do you have list for us to look at. (Sorry if I'm ask a question that been already asked before.)

*cracks knuckles*

Here you go, friend.

The Heralds of Unicron are Inhabitants of Unicron who have consumed Anglomois and have been transformed by it, remade to better serve Unicron. As such, they are more dangerous than civilians. Canon characters are indicated with an *. ‘Open to Multishipping’ means that although a character is in an established relationship, alternate universes mean they are still available for your muse to fall in love with. Assume everyone is available, only a handful aren’t.

Airaid: A young low-ranking seeker with an almost preternatural ability to foresee attacks. He can often foretell the time; place; and source of enemy assaults; up to eight weeks in advance. Airaid uses this talent to ensure his team takes measures to prevent the enemy from attacking; sometimes before they choose to do so. Airaid sees this precognition as a sign he is ‘blessed’; and loves lording this fact over his fellow Spawns. Transforms into a Saab Jas 39 Gripen. Approach with Caution.

Alternis: When not donning the ceremonial robes and mask of the Confessor; this priest of Unicron spends most of his time counseling others. Alternis seeks to offer comfort and peace to his comrades; and is always willing to listen. He takes great pride iin his collection of Olfactory Therapy paraphernalia.  Formerly a Decepticon slave named Turntable. Adopted Father to the Blader femme Glory. Transformation cog was removed by the D.J.D. Safe to Approach.

Anarchy: The result of breeding between Oblivion and Sideways; Anarchy is a young virus femme just learning the ropes when it comes to wreaking havoc. She’s less a warrior and more of a mischief make. Anarchy spends most of her time training, and can usually be found beside Overkill, who she sees as a best friend. She’s got a long way to go before she can call herself a herald. Currently, she’s training at the Autobot Academy on Cybertron. Transforms into an F1 Electric Formula Car.  Safe to approach.

*Angela: De Facto leader of the Sparkbots, this lion-hearted minibot loves her job. Whether its scouting Anglomois or misleading servants of Primus, Angela will not give up until her task is complete. Confident, strategic and energetic, she’s having more trouble settling into a peaceful life than the other Sparkbots. When she isn’t using her Kissplayer powers to help fellow heralds, she usually spends her time in an autocare shop. Safe to approach.

*Antagony: Although conceived as a gift for Shokaract, Antagony has built a life for herself outside of the conqueror’s shadow. This High Priestess of Unicron has devoted herself to the art and science of causing pain. She takes cold pleasure in torturing enemies and allies alike, and few of her lovers survive the experience. While her sadism makes her a skilled warrior, her true talent lies in time travel. No bot is more suited to enduring the physical and psychological tolls caused by defying time and space. While she and Shokaract are not mates, they have been seen together, and more than once Shokaract has emerged from the encounter with new scars.

Apocryph: The shattered glass version of an alternate Oblivion; Apocryph is everything the Hand of Sorrow isn’t. Open minded;  passionate; and slicker than an oil spill; Apocryph’s sole concern is his own well-being. He has no trouble using and discarding friends; lovers; and even family for personal gain. Incredibly vain and prone to eroticism. Approach with caution.

Assassin: The weakest member of the Annihilation Armed Forces; Assassin has a tendency of shying away from social situations and prefers the company of her team mates, Hazard and Nuke. She is generally good-natured; if not awkward; but make no mistake; She trained under Drancon; and is one of the most lethal ladies on Unicron. Do not be fooled by her small size. Transforms into a Lauge Jensen motorcycle.

Beatdown: Also known as ‘D.J B.D’ Beatdown is one of the largest inhabitants of Unicron; and a devastating instrument of destruction when on the battlefield. While known for his size and strength; Beatdown’s true pride and joy is his music. He can record sounds such as crushing metal; a flickering spark; and the sound of a laser blast cutting a bot in half; and edit these noises to form a hit song. He manages the unicronian Radio station ‘The Scream.’ Transforms into a German ‘Ratt’ tank.

Bloodshed: The oldest inhabitant of Unicron; Bloodshed served alongside the fallen during the war between Chaos and Order. During the peace; he has retired to a life of hermitage; locking himself in his private chambers. Very little is known about this illusive spawn. Approach with Caution.

*Bludgeon (Armada) Once a low ranking genericon, this tank mech discovered a new lease on life when given his skeletal pretender shell. A Master of Metallikato who values combat and mayhem above all other pleasures. He’s rumored to have some semblance of honor, but he denies this claim. Rescued from certain death with his Amica Enura Dirge and Thunderwing. Approach with caution.

Coeus: A Prosecutor sub-species of Quintesson; Coeus serves as the primary medic on Unicron. As one of the oldest spawns; he is a font of knowledge and advice; alternating between friendly and fatherly to flirtatious and playful. Fearless, loyal and reliable, nothing comes between Coeus and his patients. Some say he’s fought the god of Death hand to hand.He enjoys teaching a sexual education class on the weekends. Does not Transform. Safe to approach

*Dark Scorponok: Once an undead terrorcon enslaved to his hunger; Scorponok is not the mech used to be. As his broken mind was being pieced back together; he had time to reflect on the past, and much like his master before him, decided to make a change for a better future. A natural born leader; Scorponok has dedicated himself to protecting weaker spawn. He has found a like-minded ally in Oblivion. As a terrorcon, Scorponok possesses the ability to sense energon deposits, although he has little use for this talent. Safe to approach.

Deathblow: One of the few law enforcement officers on Unicron; Deathblow is powerful; brutal and relentless. He’s willing to tear apart a thousand criminals if it would mean protecting a single ‘innocent’ and with a butcher knife nearly as large as his body; he’s more than capable of doing so. An iron will and almost complete lack of fear make him one of the most dangerous mechs on Unicron. Conjunx Endura to Bluemoon; adoptive father to Reaper, Sire to Warrant. Transforms into an anti-riot vehicle. Approach with Caution.

*Dirge (Armada) Pessimistic and stubborn, Dirge spends most of his time moping in the darkest corners of Unicron. He prefers odd jobs to ending world, and avoids acting as Herald when he can. Dirge is certain that he and his comrades are dead and living in some form of purgatory. In spite of his sour demeanor; Dirge is not without compassion. Rescued with Thunderwing and Bludgeon. Approach with Caution.

*Drancon: One of Unicron’s failed attempts to create a better life form than his brother. This reptile-insectoid mutant’s cloaking ability only makes him better at his occupation, and he has but one job. Killing. He is Unicron’s executioner, a master assassin. Once he has his eyes on a target, the only resolution is death. However, Drancon is not heartless. He considers himself a warrior of balance, and values life. For every throat slit, a tree should be planted. For every kneecap broken, a stray animal fed. In this way, sins and sainthood are counter-balanced. He is the most peaceful and balanced among the three siblings. Changes into a lizard-dragonfly hybrid.  Approach with caution

*Elephorca: The firstborn among the outcasts, and the cruelest. He is a beast who would slaughter every life form on Unicron to get the recognition he feels he deserves. He considers himself Unicron’s son, torn between a murderous hatred toward his creator and a desperate yearning for his approval. He feels he should be Unicron’s chosen herald, and not banished to the bowels of the chaos-bringers planet form. His only real redeeming factor is an affection toward his siblings; Ratorata and Drancon. He sees them as being in the same boat as he is. His hobbies include heavy drinking and swimming. Changes into a woolly mammoth-killer whale fuzor. Do not approach.

Farcry: Farcry is a rare sort of person on Unicron. He’s someone who doesn’t want people to die. This minibot has a huge heart, and an even larger responsibility. When the time comes to harvest planets allied to Unicron, Farcry must travel ahead of his master and warn them of his coming. Once he’s passed on this message, the real work begins. Farcry has a special talent; in his alt mode he can alter his mass to carry thousands of life forms. It isn’t easy keeping an entire population calm enough to choose who lives and who dies, but with a religious devotion toward both Primus and Unicron, as well as a strong, gentle soul, Farcry is up to the task of guiding others through the apocalypse. Fond of singing. Transforms into a cybertronian escape pod.   Safe to approach.

* Galvatron II: In his own time, Galvatron is triumphant. Earth has been conquered, Rodimus Prime is dead, and Cybertron is no more. Galvatron traded his freedom for Cybertron. For the most part, he was content. But his time- his reality- is no more. Betrayed by the Unicron he once served, Galvatron is more than willing to take his revenge on this new Chaos-bringer.  He’s found somewhat kindred spirits in Elephorca and Shockaract. Do not approach.

Hazard: Hazard was born for one purpose and one purpose only. Wreaking havoc. Built from the remains of one of Unicron’s most brutal heralds, Hazard is seen as a weapon of last resort. Incredibly strong and completely without fear, she is a walking biological weapon, pockets in her body carry live cultures of Cosmic rust, seeds of Cybercrosis, Cybonic plague viruses, and a million other nightmarish ills. If she ever needs to use one of the diseases at her disposal, a tank on her back allows her to isolate and filter a germ or virus into a gas or liquid. Hazard remains undefeated, but should she ever face an enemy stronger than herself, she can detonate her spark, unleashing enough pestilence to wipe out a galaxy.. Leader of the Annihilation Armed Forces. Transforms into a tanker truck. Approach with extreme caution.

*High Wire (Aurex 604.24 Gamma) Long ago, High Wire was a guardian, Combining with his team mates Sureshock and Grindor to form Perceptor; he stood bravely against anyone that would threaten the weak…until he came to his senses! Great power has been known to corrupt, and few powers are greater than the ability to transport people through time. High Wire pledged his allegiance to Unicron, and his first offering was the sparks of his former team-mates. When his universe began to collapse around him, High Wire stowed away inside Megabolt’s cockpit during the Exodus. As such, he is one of the very few Minicons to survive multiverse travel. Power-hungry and manipulative, he’s quickly making a name for himself among the spawn. Approach with extreme caution.

*Hook: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. Strong, silent, and completely devoted to his team mates Line and Sinker. Slowly, he’s rediscovering the joys of free will.  Approach with caution.

Iapax: (available for multiship) Timid in spite of his massive size, Iapax is a non-combatant who prefers to hide and provide energon for the real warriors. He’s sweet-natured and nurturing, if not slow-minded. Iapax adores the movie ‘The Wizard of Oz.’ Transforms into a Wind Turbine. Conjunx Endura to Mangle.

Ion: A clone of Animated Perceptor, determined to prove himself superior to the original. An expert mathmatician and one of the foremost scientists on Unicron. Transforms into a microscope. Safe to approach.

Kortex: Son of Kranix the Linthonian. A survival specialist and genius. Although he knows how to pick his fights, bitterness and an air of superiority tend to get him in trouble. Transforms into a go-cart like machine. Approach with caution.

*Line: A ghennexian criminal reformatted into a time traveling herald. After being killed by Galvatron, Unicron gathered his remains and resurrected him. A surprisingly gentle soul who is cautiously interested in the worlds around him. Courageous and eager to please his Teammates, Hook and Sinker. Line is haunted by a past he can’t remember. Safe to Approach.

*Long Haul (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) Gods, multiverses, Chosen Ones, fallen primes; honestly, it’s all too much for Long Haul. He could care less about the intricate religions surrounding Unicron Culture, and he doesn’t much distinguish between one Unicron and another. He just wants to build and be left alone. Maybe if he keeps his helm down and does as he’s told, he won’t have to worry about being reduced to a drone. Truth be told, he’s just happy he never has to become Devestator again. Safe to approach.

Lowlife: (available for multiship.) Anvil has always been dumb muscle for one evil power or another, before Unicron, it was the senate.. Killed alongside his brother by Optimus Prime during an assignment, He woke up on a mortician’s slab, having been painstakingly put back together by Syphon and resurrected with Angolomois. Syphon intended on having a personal bodyguard and servant, and renamed his catch ‘Lowlife’. With his brother dead and the Senate not registering on his com-signal, Lowlife wasn’t opposed to his new lot in life; it wasn’t that much different from his old job, and the fuel was a lot better. Years of loyal protection were rewarded, and in time, Lowlife went from bodyguard to Conjunx Endura. Lowlife is a patient and dedicated housekeeper, but remorseless when it comes to his position as a member of Unicron’s Onslaught Force. Conjunx Endura to Syphon, and adopted sire to a female antibody named Sylph. Currently caring for Syphon’s child, Macabre. Monoformer. Approach with caution.  

Mangle: (available for multiship) Once a mere scrap sorter for the Decepticon army of the Taran Universe, Mangle always dreamed of something more. That something more was an ambitious step up from ‘taking dead bots apart’ to ‘taking live bots’ apart, and studying medicine was the quickest way to get what he wanted. His sadistic experiments could hardly be called medicine, but Unicron saw enough potential in his bloodthirst to recruit him. His official title is ‘Medic’ but many suspect the real reason Unicron keeps Mangle around is to learn from him. Just how far can a Cybertronian body be pushed before the mind breaks? Mated to Iapax. Do not approach.

*Megabolt (Viron 704.31 Epsilon) It has been said that the two most destructive forces in the universe are a Unicronian and a Politician. Megabolt is both. he uses his charisma to lure non-cybertronians into seeing him as a savior. He takes great pleasure in their expressions of horror when he wipes them out. An unrepentant speciesist, he has little interest in integrating with Darkhaven’s melting pot culture. Transforms into a transport ship.

Mina: A female linthonian originally intended for breeding, Mina’s intelligence and charm quickly lead to her becoming a social mediator. Her warm tone and mastery of multiple languages can stop even rampaging spawn, and her warmth is equally matched by her courage. Often found with her best friend Bluemoon. Currently raising a youngling she’s debating naming after her grandsire, Arbulus. Safe to approach.

Noose: A construction mech and skilled executioner. Member of the Controlled Chaos task force. Brutal and professional. Soft-spoken. Sire to Spector.

Nuke: Once a slave in a Decepticon comfort station, Nuke’s hatred toward primus festered more with each indignity inflicted on his body and soul. When his health failed him, he was discarded by his masters; left to rot on a barren asteroid. Hazard happened upon him, and brought him back to Unicron. The Chaos bringer repaired his broken body, replacing his rotted spark with a nuclear reactor. Reborn as a spawn, Nuke was more than willing to join the suicidal Annihiliation Armed Forces. Time has a way of healing old wounds, and recently Nuke has managed to put his past behind him, serving as a surrogate big brother to new spawn and fellow outcasts. Carrier to Airraid. Transforms into an Avro Vulcan. Organics do not approach.

Oblivion: (available for multiship) Unicon’s Hand of Sorrow; Second in command to the chaos-bringer. His cold, judgmental personality masks an inner kindness. Fiercely protective of those under him, and bystanders he deems innocent. Unquestioningly loyal to the lord of Chaos.  Looks a lot like the Megatron of the Animated universe. Sire to Anarchy, and lifemate to an Autobot intelligence officer named Cyberwave. Wields a scythe that can open portals to the void. A skilled warrior and telekenetic. Transforms into a luxury hovercraft. Approach with Caution

Overkill: An allspark infused Sharkicon; He is six times the size of a normal member of his species, with a sleeker, more reptilian alt mode. He is the muscle of Oblivion’s team; as well as a geological scout.  Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but wisdom and intelligence are two separate things. Transforms into a modified Sharkticon.  Approach with caution.

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*Ramjet:(Cybertron) Victimized by elder gods and discarded by his own Unicron after failing in a resurrection ploy, Ramjet was retrieved from the dead space between dimensions. With his own sense of honor and a quiet dignity, he seems intrigued by the concept of spawn and cybertronian living in balance. His sanity is slowly recovering, and after eons of loneliness he relishes meeting new people. His greatest weakness is Minicons; he’d collect them all if he could.   Sire to a triplechanger named Trinity with a second youngling on the way. Transforms into a jet. Safe to approach.

*Reptilion: Freedom is a daily struggle for this Unicronian General. Once a peerless scholar and spacebridge engineer, Reptilion spent eons enthralled to an alternate Unicron. Every breath, every meal, every choice or action dictated by his master, Reptilion was little more than a puppet. Now that his will has been returned to him, Reptilion finds daily life overwhelming. Unicron seems to consider him a worthy investment, and has commanded Drancon to help in Reptilion’s path to self-sufficiency.

*Ratorata: another failed attempt at creation, Ratorata is a femme who looks out for herself above all else. She knows a hideous face can be overcome, especially with the right curves….and after all, a hole is just a hole in the dark. She uses the fact that she is a rare female among unicronians to get what she wants, and what she wants most is wealth. Gold, silver, jewels, she covers her grotesque body in the finest jewelry. Love is fleeting, and a males loyalty fickle. But diamonds last forever. Her greed and manipulation hide a bitter loneliness and self loathing that she will not reveal…not even to her brothers. Changes into a lionfish/wasp beast. Approach with caution

Razorclaw:

Shokaract:

*Sideways(Armada) : Adopted from the Armada Universe. Sideways is a living computer Virus who feeds on spark energy, a veritable Incubus to Cybertronian kind. He’s a loner who tends to keep to himself. Sideways is a martial arts master with the ability to alter his form as he sees fit.  He can take on the appearance of any bot he has mated with. Oblivion trusts him in spite of his treacherous history, and the two danced around the idea of a political marriage for years. In the end, the two settled on being Amica Endura. Currently, he’s focused on repairing his relationship with his daughter; Anarchy. Transforms into a motorcycle.Do not approach

Spector: The son of a hymnist and herald, Spector was born to serve Unicron. The death of his carrier at the hands of the DJD shook his faith, and his loyalty to Unicron is questionable. Combative and bitter, Spector has painted himself to resemble a corpse, his coloring reflecting his outlook on life. Cold shades of gray. Transforms into a jet. Amiaca endura with Airraid.

*Star Dust: For a Chaos Spawn, Star Dust is oddly obsessed with order. A time and place for all things, she keeps the Sparkbots on schedule and ensures things in Darkhaven run smoothly. Although Strong-willed, honest, and dedicated, she has difficulty expressing emotions, and is always reluctant to use her Kiss Player power. Safe to approach.

Switchblade: a group of five Stentarians. His ability to transform into any possible tool makes him useful to the heralds of Unicron. In exchange for his service, he is free of his races sixteen million year old war, and can finally put his feet up and relax. Friendly and inquisitive. A bit of a flirt. Safe to approach.

Syphon:(available for multiship)  Long ago, Syphon was on the right path in life. Apprentice to one of the best morticians in Kalis, Syphon proved to be adept at repairing corpses, slicing away unpleasantness, repairing mortal wounds, restoring the dead to a state that would bring their loved ones peace. After receiving a head injury he began to enjoy the act of cutting much more than restoring. Addicted to the fumes released from corpses, Syphon began tracking down and murdering mechs, the city of Helex his stomping grounds. With his scalpel set his preferred weapon, he became known as the Helex Hollower. Unicron saw potential in the  serial killer and recruited him. Now, Syphon harvests organs to repair damaged unicronians, indulging in his addiction and serving to help save lives. When not in the grip of psychosis, he’s outgoing, playful, intelligent and coquettish. Adopted sire to the female Antibody Sylph, and carriet to a young seeker named Macabre. Conjunx Endura to Lowlife. Has a tendency to listen to violent music during battles. Transforms into an Audi. Approach with extreme caution.

*Tarantulas : (Beast Wars) (Available for multiship) plucked from his own timeline, Tarantulas now serves as a scientist and medical officer to Unicron’s heralds. With a brand new lair and all the cybertronian flesh he can eat, Tarantulas accepts his slavery only half begrudgingly. He’s made something of a life for himself with a day job as Darkhaven’s top food critic.He’s even settled down enough to start a family. At the end of the day, he has a young son at home waiting for him. He’s named his heir Hivemind Tripredius Mesothelae, and hopes to present him to the Tripredicus council when the time is right. Transforms into a female Tarantula.  Do not approach.

The Fallen: Once a demon of legendary evil, old age and peace have blunted his claws; and where his flames once blazed, now they smoulder.  Experienced and intelligent  Safe to Approach.

*Thrust: (armada) (available for Multiship) Years of disregard by Megatron means Thrust has no loyalty left for Cybertron. Then again, dying at the hands of an alternate Unicron hasn’t helped cement his devotion to this Unicron. Cynical, by-the-book and experienced, Thrust’s skills as a tactician have only sharpened with age, and he currently spends most of his free time as a teacher, passing his knowledge onto the next generation. . His minicon Inferno is never far away. Approach with caution.

Thundershot:  Sweep number 262; adopted after finding his way to Unicron through a wormhole. Thundershot is painfully upbeat in spite of being used as target practice. He often offers a shoulder to lean on, or a friendly smile. A rare bit of brightness among the darkness of chaos. Transforms into a spacecraft.  Safe to approach

.*Thunderwing: (Armada) A paragon, considered the ideal herald. Charming, witty, friendly toward his own kind, and a killing machine in battle. He is both Herald and High Priest. Sire to many young and a favorite among breeders. Was rescued alongside Dirge and Bludgeon. Safe to approach.

Tremor:

Tritone:

*Zangetsu: Zangetsu would be the most valuable mind on Unicron, if his crippling shyness didn’t prevent him from sharing his knowledge. An expert at areial attacks, Zangetsu would rather make himself useful on the battlefield than try to make friends. Quiet and capable, he’d be the most useful of the Sparkbots, if he could just bring himself to utilize his Kiss Player abilities. He’s found a kindred spirit in fellow ninja Bludgeon, and can usually be found hiding somewhere in the Pretender’s chambers. Approach with caution.

[cronopio]

Sombra es constantemente sitiada, pues esa es su naturaleza. Mientras la oscuridad devora y la luz hurta. Y por ello se ve a sombra  siempre en retirada hacia lugares ocultos, solo para regresar en el despertar de una guerra en luz y oscuridad.

Observaciones de las Sendas Insallan Enura

[secirico]

🌙 'Turn your wounds into wisdom. What wisdom doesn't teach you, rock bottom will.' -Malika Enura. 2:22 #secirico #photography #rock #love #healing #life #wisdom #art #artist #detail #texture https://www.instagram.com/p/BoqeC4hh18S/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mfmbsksio9k9

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Summer Wedding at Cherokee Ranch and Castle

Morgan and Will's summer wedding at Cherokee Ranch and Castle was a fairy tale come true! Morgan and Will have been long time sweethearts and met 8 years ago. They were engaged at the 'Cinderella' castle called Neuschwanstein in Germany. Being from Texas but spending family time in Colorado, they to host a destination wedding and treat their guests to the mountains. What better venue to host their wedding than the gorgeous picturesque Cherokee Ranch and Castle!

Romantic, formal, classy and clean were the words Morgan and Will used to describe the wedding they envisioned. Summer weddings at Cherokee Ranch and Castle are a dream! The palette was in ivory and gold with touches of deep purple. Morgan wore a drop dead gorgeous beaded gown from Enura. Truly amazing! Because this dress was so amazing and the level of detail to finite, we brought Intricate Icings on board to design the cake. Just take a peek at the cake pictures, the details are incredible! 

Guests were able to take tours of the Castle during cocktail hour and enjoy the views. Dinner and dessert was fantastic and the dance floor was packed ALL NIGHT long!

A huge thank you to our vendor team! FAB photos by Frances Photography | Venue: Cherokee Ranch and Castle | Planning and Paper: Cloud 9 | Catering: Catering By Design | Flowers: Swank Stems | Video: Ampersand Family | DJ: Elite | Cake: Intricate Icings | Rentals: Event Rents | Hair: Erin Ferris Designs | Ceremony Music: Columbine Entertainment | Transportation: A Advantage | Dress: Enura | Hotel: The Hilton Denver Inverness

First Posted right here: Summer Wedding at Cherokee Ranch and Castle

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(Ver 2) Semigods Introduction (Part 1)

My second attempt at starting the webcomic! This one didn't get very far, and as it stands isn't super canon to the series anymore. I'm going to have to split it up into multiple parts since putting the long version of the images tanks the quality.

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'Nother excerpt of Saints in the Desert. Putting this one under the cut for length and subject matter.

A fetid smell saturated the air. Damian could smell it for miles on the wind but it was now close enough to be nauseating. Great waves of putrid stink assaulted his nose and eyes. Hideous amounts of rotten flesh, a scavenger’s haven somewhere out in the dunes. It only just dawned on him that he had been walking toward the smell all this time. Beyond the dry, biting air it was the only sense still singing to him at this point.

The days of walking had been hazy. The king even stayed mostly silent in his silver chair. How many weeks had it been? Three? Four? Perhaps as innumerable as the grains of sand. No food. No sleep. No water. Just walking. Just sun, blistering hot and stinging, wind eating away at his skin. Damian could not make himself look down at his bloodied limbs. He surely looked no better than whatever was issuing forth the foul smell on the wind.

And then, like a great ocean tide it rose into his view; a wellspring of corpses so vast it could scarcely be seen all at once. Hundreds of paces – thousands even – from one edge of the pit to the other, and stretching to its own horizon. Bodies incalculable. The detail was impossible to discern from this distance, but it was unmistakable; this was a massacre of the war. Burned and collapsed buildings dotted the edge of the pit on the east, too far to make out more than rubble. Damian did not know where he was currently, but it didn’t seem like a battle he partook in. He didn’t know of any this drastic, at least. To think he only saw the tamest of the barbarity made him as sick as the smell.

Damian walked toward the corpse pit, not breaking stride. He had walked days to be here, to drink in the raw reality. All else was blinded to him, all else unimportant. He wondered how many of these corpses saw their deaths coming. He wondered if it would be better if they did. How many died fighting, and how many died hiding? Running? The pit drew closer. He could practically be swallowed in it, a moth to a bonfire, a rabbit in a prowling jaw. No birds circled overhead. No coyotes ran amok the bodies. The death here was particularly odious. A foulness untouchable. The stench inundated him. All was still, but for the dead man walking.

All was not still. Movement among the bodies. Three people at least, some hundred paces off in the mire, bent down over the corpses. Grave robbers? Grieving the fallen? Damian supposed it mattered little, but if they were men of Enura they would probably not take his presence kindly. He wanted to avoid fighting. This pile was deep enough already. Damian stopped, the first time he’d stopped walking in days, and surveyed the horizons; he realized he had no frame of reference for a new direction of travel. The desert was a stranger to him. It seemed everything was a stranger to him these days. The strangers in the pit must’ve taken notice of him; Damian turned at the sound of shouting to see their waving arms. Against his better judgment, he strode toward them. He wondered how anyone without an empty stomach could handle the foulness without retching. He would find out soon enough, he supposed.

“Looks like we missed a few,” said the king, speaking for the first time in days.

“Evidently so,” said Damian, resigned. He wondered if he would be forced to change that today.

The men started speaking words in their own language as Damian approached. It was the first time Damian had heard the tongue spoken calmly. There was a lilt to it that he had never appreciated before. When he was close enough to see their faces it became clear two of the three men bore face paint, a deep red in the shape of a flying bird on their foreheads and black in the shape of its shadow over their mouths. The third man’s face was unadorned, and quite a bit younger than the other two. The painted men exchanged looks, then nodded to one another.

“It seems we must speak the language of our enemy. What is your name, stranger among the sands?”

“Damian. Who are you?”

The other painted man spoke. “We are priests. We are blessing the death. What interest have you in a mass grave? There is no life for miles the way you have come. I have not known your people to make pilgrimage.”

“And why do you come armed?” The younger man did not hide his ire.

Damian looked between the three men and unbuckled the belt that held his scabbard. He held it up as if to show it off, then tossed it into the sand behind him. “I do not go anywhere in search of a fight,” he said, hands raised with open palms, “I am a defector of Kelsys. I did not travel this way with purpose, to be truthful.” For some reason the words carried a pang of sorrow. He wasn’t lying. He really was a man with nowhere to call home now. If anyone could be said to be a defector, it truly was the man who had murdered his king. He had simply never given it thought until now.

“Hm. Couldn’t have defected before the war was over, of course.”

“Quiet. He looks ragged as these corpses. Give him some water.”

The younger man walked off to pick up Damian’s sword. “You know, you really should have kept the metal here covered. The sand has destroyed this thing,” he said, pointing to the eroded steel pommel.

Damian did not turn to him, keeping his eyes on the corpse pit behind the two painted men. “I suppose I had other concerns. You’re right.”

The painted men exchanged words in their own tongue, brief but serious. They turned back to Damian. The man on the left spoke. “You are here in the Wasting Sea with no food, no water, and no cloth to cover your face. You come as a man with nothing but a sword and cast it aside without drawing it. You claim to walk with no purpose, but I do not believe this to be true. What manner of ghost are you to not die in this place?”

The actual ghost behind him was curiously silent. Damian expected anger, malevolence, insults of some kind. Calls to kill these men. Anything, really. But he remained silent.

The man on the right, a slightly shorter man with darker eyes, spoke. “One who bears a great blessing, or perhaps a great curse. I have heard of men carrying on with wounds that would kill the heartiest of beasts. The magician of Kelsys is a razorous blight.”

Damian laughed. They knew. Of course. Why should he expect the evils of his king to be novel?

“So you know of the Saints. I will not lie. I am the Saint of Justice. I was, anyway.”

The painted men gave each other dire looks.

“I suppose I carry good news, though. If the razorous magician you speak of is our king, you should know he is dead.”

“Praise the birds who feast on his corpse,” said the painted man on the left.

Damian thought again about the corpse pile and the curious lack of scavengers. What had scared them away?

“But the question remains. What does a wayward saint walk the Wasting Sea to accomplish? There is no purposeless act.”

Damian pondered the question for a moment. He supposed he always knew the answer to that question, but had never admitted it. Without tearing his eyes from the bodies, he finally spoke the truth.

“Penance.”

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(Ver 1) Semigods Prologue: Part 3

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So, that's the (fully rendered) first attempt. I have a few sketches of the following episodes from this run, but those may or may not see the light of day.

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(Ver 1) Semigods Prologue: Part 2

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(Ver 1) Semigods Prologue: Part 1

This is the first draft that I did of the webcomic, although I never went past finalizing the prolog portion of it. I split it up into three parts initially, so i'll do the same here.

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I actually remember doing a lot of this episode at grad practice lol

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Semigods designs ver. 2

These designs came after the story was written :)

I kept a lot of the same elements from the original designs, but tried to make them a bit more cohesive :)

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Original Semigods Designs

So these designs were done back in 2019, and were made prior to the story even having a plot. Some of the dominions the gods have control over have changed since then.

Evria- Initially the goddess of love, now the goddess of life and creation

Nethar- God of death and the afterlife

Jedanna- Initially the goddess of domesticity, now the goddess of humanity and emotions

Miery- Goddess of light and stars

Enura- Initially goddess of chaos, now goddess of darkness

Jhados- God of innovation and change

Koriss- Initially goddess of the hunt, now her dominion also includes forests

And finally, a height chart of the gods in comparison to eachother

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Have YOU ever wanted to read, uh... 15k words of an as of yet incomplete but gradually updated WIP first draft of a novel? God that's a mouthful. Anyway. I'm writing a book.

It's called Saints in the Desert. It's a dark fantasy set in the post-war period of a territory conflict between two nations called Kelsys and Enura. The protagonist is Damian, former lieutenant in service of the nation of Kelsys, the aggressor in the war. For his exemplary service, Damian is given the honor of sainthood, which binds him to the divine office of Justice for his king eternal. To achieve this, Damian was tasked with executing twelve guilty men, Enuran commanders taken as prisoners of war. But Damian was deceived.

This story follows that deception to its end, twisting from the righteous fury of regicide to the malignant rot and asceticism of a man who flees into the desert to face penance for his crimes, and into the depths of madness and despair as ghosts of kings, nations, lovers, and the very soul of himself haunt Damian to bitterest of ends.

Obvious but obligatory content warnings for: Violence, starvation, paranoid delusions, psychological manipulation, religious abuse, mass death, gore, suicide, mild to extreme sexual content, racism, and a hell of a lot of vaguely European names and aesthetic calls to Catholicism.

You can read every word I've written as yet here in this handy word doc, accessible via named chapter links therein. Each is listed *in the order it appears in final book order* but they are not necessarily directly adjacent chapters, bc I'm writing this piecemeal. Enjoy!