#fluorescent/neon wraith

[thatonepikminperson]

Last bit of wraith AU for a bit I swear lol

[fromcenotaphy]

hbo wayward sisters tho *dreamy sigh* i meannn [four girls sitting in an idling car outside a dive bar] [their faces lit pink and orange by the neon signage, their skin flecked with shadows from the raindrops on the windshield] [Patience dropping to one knee as a vision hits her with the force of a speeding train] [Alex performing triage in Jody’s kitchen by the light of a glimmering fluorescent bulb] [the open road at noon, everything limned in white-gold at the edges] [shots of the four of them standing by a cliff’s edge to watch the sunrise, their breaths puffing pale in cold morning air] [Kaia’s powers growing uncontrollably until the tiniest scrap of sense memory is enough to jolt her in and out of dimensions] [identical anti-possession sigils inked onto their ribs] [someone’s bloody tracks trailing through the new-fallen snow] [vampire pack hunting Alex through the hospital corridors at 4 am] [Claire smoking a cigarette beside an open grave] [at any given time at least one person has bloody knuckles] [Dark Kaia watching a meteor shower from the skeleton roof of a half-constructed suburban McMansion] [knife fights in damp alleys and abandoned campsites] [whispering urgently for each other in the subterranean darkness of a wendigo lair] [Kaia walking into a djinn dream to pull Jody out of the illusion, easy as blinking] [Claire putting her own arm back into its socket] [always approaching each other from the front or side because they know better than to come up from behind] [Donna tossing a bloodied pistol over a bridge rail, into the black water below] [Patience garroting a wraith with a coil of silver wire] [newspaper clippings and old photographs tacked to a corkboard in the garage] [rinsing blood out of each other’s hair] [Kaia with her fingertips curled into Claire’s sleeve because it’s the only thing keeping her anchored to this plane] [latin exorcisms scrawled on flashcards and post-it notes] [sparring sessions in the backyard at odd hours] [coughing up blood into the kitchen sink] [matching tattoos to celebrate successful hunts] [BMoL operatives trying to extract the last scraps of Castiel’s grace from Claire] [Alex driving a truck through the wall of a nightclub] [Jody sorting bullets at the dining room table] [Patience flicking through parallel universes like pages, searching for the unmistakable flicker of Kaia’s psyche] [strange runes smeared red onto tree trunks and cellar walls] [the darkness of deep woods at night] [Claire’s eyes guttering with weak silver light as she smites the demon that was about to cut Kaia’s throat] [twine bracelets knotted with warding charms] [linen closet of pilfered medical supplies] [pages and pages of lore notes in Patience’s perfect handwriting] [sleeping in shifts because if they dream at the same time Kaia will accidentally mesh their nightmares together] [snowy winter evenings spent sprawled on the living room floor, throwing marshmallows at each other] [cherry wood burning in the fireplace, salt lines along all the windowsills] [Kaia’s head pillowed on Claire’s shoulder, Alex laughing at a joke, Patience’s fond smile]

[daxtri]

idk how much you’ve elaborated on it but would you be willing to share stuff about the ultraviolet subclass concept? I’m new to your content but I love Nala, everything about her is so cool!!!!

Hey thanks! I’m putting this wall of text under a break but idk if that works on mobile. Anyways, the BlackLight: 

So, this all started when I fell into a r/destinylore rabbit hole looking for the source of the guardians’ elements and ended up on the electromagnetic spectrum wiki and thought it’d be neat if nala’s light was attuned to ultraviolet wavelenghts since she’s already so purple. Also cuz I dig the synthwave aesthetic and blacklight is a dope title I think.

Nala is a stealthy assassin type of hunter fit for infiltration and solo ops, so I knew I wanted a subclass similar to bladedancer and wraith with a focus on single target dps. Lore-wise this subclass came from a bargain she made with an ahamkara. It would gift her new powers as long as they remained together and that’s why the subclass isn’t supposed to be as effective/viable without the exotic gauntlets. 

When I began brainstorming some supers I came up with a halo of knives that could be thrown like a shrieker attack or fused to make two blades or one valkyrie-style spear, but decided to keep it simple with some wolverine-like claws hovering over her hands instead. It should feel like playing the old bladedancer subclass. I do still kinda like the knife halo idea, maybe I’ll revisit and make it a different tree in the subclass? 🤔

As for the perks… I honestly don’t know. I’ve cycled between enemies in a radius of the super taking sunburn/radiation damage, becoming more vulnerable to incoming damage or getting disoriented/blinded and I’ve had the idea that enemies hit with the claws wouldn’t recover their health/shields, but thought it was super pointless (and would break the crucible) until I soloed those legendary lost sectors last season. I’d have to test them ingame to figure it out. I only know that one of them should be called ultraviolence. Oh, and that she can vanish from sight.

For the visual aesthetic I looked into ultraviolet, fluorescent inks and retro synthwave for inspo. The armor has more muted, dim colors and no clanking metal to aid with stealth and it should pop with bright neons when the super or other abilities are being used. Nala may be the hidden stealthy type, but she also enjoys being the center of attention! The glowy aspects should also reflect the draconic origin of her power.

I made this thread on twitter if u wanna know some more about Nala! 💜✨

[orphanedshadow]

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES & tag people. add stuff & even change the format to your liking! naturally, repost; don’t reblog! TAGGED BY: stole from @jatamansi TAGGING: @greatwrath @araethi @warrior-wraith

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain.  abandoned cars.  skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock.  cellars.  dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies.  serial murder. suspicion. paranoia.  the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South.  the  American  Northeast.  England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks.  bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell  phones.  video cameras. cars with  tinted  windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities.  urban crimes.  clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors.  the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight.  mist. starless nights.  full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages.  mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet.  silver.  brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera.  dangerous romances.  tragic romances.  violins. roses. lilies.  empty graves. crosses. cemeteries.  snow. ice.  the gallows. crows.  milk-white skin.  ambiguous illness.  fangs.  pointed nails.  something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning.  pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens.  wolves.  cats.  pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires.  werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe.  bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing  bodies.  hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces.  social unrest.  bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. a scream in the night. dead leaves in the fall.  exhibitionism.  jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows.  outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets.  revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion.  california.  the  american  midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. neon lights. morgues. unwavering eye contact.   tension. lit rooms.  empty rooms. killer in plain sight.  a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers.  missing persons.  law enforcement. federal agents. small towns.  paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance

[abbyfic-updates]

Just Take My Hand - Chapter 4

Author Notes: This is the next chapter in the story on AO3. I’ve rewritten this one the most of any one I’ve been currently working on. I’m honestly happier but not content with it.

Characters: Jason Todd, OC, and Richard Dragon

Jason wasn’t sure how far he had walked. Honestly, he hadn’t cared where his feet had been taking him. Neither snow nor cold bothered him. Now though, something had his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, a green, fluorescent light flickered. The bright glow was a sharp contrast to the blur of snowflakes.

Drawing in a deep, cold breath, his lungs burned and constricted. He forced himself to cough, but it wasn’t the icy wind that stole his breath away. No. It was the name written out in vibrant neon green over a pair of large wooden doors.

The Jaded Stone Dragon

Stepping towards a double pane, lightly frosted window beside the doors, Jason glanced inside. Booths partially lined one side of a rather narrow space. A few round tables dotted here and there along the center. On the other side, a bar counter stretched nearly the entire length. Only a few people were inside.

Jason’s gaze drifted away from the window for a moment. Shivers raked over his back. They were reason enough not to stay outside any longer. No matter how much he wanted to be alone, he didn’t want to freeze to death either.

“But do I go inside or head back... to the motel?” Over his shoulder, Jason squinted into the blowing snow.

Jason knew what going inside could mean. For starters, he knew he'd be carded. That was the trouble of dying young. No one believed him about his age. Someone always commented. Twice he had decked a guy for calling him baby-faced. Worse then that were the women. Near the front he spotted a group of three women. At least one looked drunk. He had stopped counting the number of times some drunk woman had tried to coax him out of his seat with a giggle or sweet word to his ear. He usually didn’t mind flirting, but he wasn’t in the mood tonight. He just wanted to be alone with a beer.

A sigh fell from his lips. "Then, there's Cassandra. What's the chance she'll leave me alone for the rest of the night?"

Jason was almost certain that she would be waiting for him by now. He could picture her standing in the snow, looking about for him. She might even be worried. Then again, she might have gone to their motel room and was currently fuming. He had left without a word. Wincing slightly, he considered facing her wraith. She was terrifying when she was mad.

With a quick shake of his head, Jason made a snap decision. "No." He stepped towards the double doors. “I’m just not ready to go back. Not yet.” Grabbing one of the brass handles, he started to pull open the heavy door. “Maybe after a beer or two.”

As Jason crossed the threshold into the bar, he hesitated briefly. He couldn’t help but take in the new his surroundings and those inside.

For a small-town bar, it was rustic but not in that new, modern design. From the chips in the wood to the lighter looking wood panels along the bar, the building was showing its true age. Yet, it wasn’t some rundown, smoke filled mess. Real care had been taken to make the space feel comfortable and inviting to visitors.

Speaking of the people, most sat in the booths on the left side. Furthest away,  a small group of rowdy college guys were singing drunkenly to some pop song on a nearby jukebox. A bit closer were a pair of winter-ready hunters, talking in hushed voices. The closest was a family of four. They were eating in silence, except for the blue eyed, babbling toddler who kept looking in Jason’s direction with a big smile.

When another shiver raked down his spine, Jason let the door close behind him. It made a loud thud. Only a couple customers spared him a glance. Even then, it was so brief that no one, outside a student of Batman, would probably have noticed.

One of them was one of the three women seated at the front table. She was a short haired brunette who seemed a bit tipsy. When she attempted to wave at Jason, she nearly knocked over a bottle of red wine. Jason just frowned and strode past without a second glance. Instead, he headed towards the bar.

The rest of the customers were seated at the bar. There was a couple holding hands on the elongated side of the bar. Neither of them gave Jason a look. On the shorter end, there was a pair of older looking men dressed in dark gray business suits. The blond, broad shouldered one spared Jason only the briefest of glances. He was busy, trying to calm down his inebriated friend.

Moving down to the other end of the bar, Jason pulled off his backpack. As he sat down, he placed his bag on the stool next to him. Drawing in a long and deep breath, he tried to calm himself. His nerves were still on edge. His mind still tittering between depressing thoughts and his present mission. "Keep it together," he breathed. His words felt empty. A cold, tall one would be a far better cure. Maybe more than one.

When he heard the door behind the bar swing open, Jason glanced up. He half expected to see some bosomy woman with a flirty smirk curving a pair of bright red lips or some overly friendly, stout man with a glint of nosiness to his eyes. Jason saw neither. Instead, a towering broad shouldered man, carrying two trays of empty beer mugs, stepped out. Jason swore he might be taller than Bruce had been.

Despite Jason's gaping expression, the towering man seemed oblivious to him at first. His deep, brown eyes were sharply focused down the the bar in the direction of the other pairs. The intensity of his gaze was only matched by the shear brightness of his fiery red, receding hairline. He didn't speak a word, but Jason could tell he wasn't happy about something.

Carefully setting down the two trays on the counter behind the bar, the red haired man purposefully strode down to the other end of the bar. He stopped in front of the two men in suits.

The taller of the two suited men suddenly straightened up.

Then, his inebriated friend pushed himself up to reach across the bar counter towards the red haired man. As he little too loudly spoke, his words were slightly slurred. "Ah! Rich! Therre youu arrre. I ne anothr..."

Placing a hand on his friend's outstretched arm, the taller man interrupted him. "Now, Marty, just hold..."

Whatever words he had intended to say seemed to die on his tongue when the towering man - Rich - placed his hands down on the bar in front of both of them. "I think you've had enough. Don't you agree, Rob?"

Even from his seat Jason could see the taller man - Rob - swallow nervously. His eyes widened. "Well, yes. You're probably..." He hesitated for a second before finishing his sentence. "Right." He stood up, looking already to go, despite not having his coat on.

Marty, his friend, looked the complete opposite, leaning against the bar with a mischievous smirk. "No."

Leaning forward, Rich continued to speak but in a hushed voice. Jason couldn't hear what he said, but he heard a grunts of agreement from the taller of the suited men. 

Then, he saw Marty suddenly lean back with a shocked expression. "Wwwwhy?" His question sounded more a like a whine as Rob grabbed both his and Marty's coats.

"Sorry again, Rich."

"Whaaaa?!" the shorter man said questioning. "But I... no..."

After the taller man put on his coat, he grabbed his friend's closest arm and pulled him to his feet. Grabbing a wad of cash, the taller suited man dropped it on the counter. "Night, Rich." Then, he dragged his inebriated friend towards the exit.

All the way, Jason could hear Marty protesting, until the door shut behind them.

Rich did not move from his leaning position at the end of the counter. Instead, he watched the pair exit and pass by the frosted window. Jason saw a cold seriousness to Rich's eyes, which got Jason to start rethinking his decision to not head back to the motel. He was in no mood to deal with a grumpy bartender.

"Um. Excuse, sir." Jason saw the young girl from the other couple at the bar speak to Rich. Jason cringed, expecting a piercing glare. Instead, when the gaze shifted, there was genuine warmth and friendliness. Jason just blinked. Still taking in the short series of events, Jason entirely missed the friendly exchange, until he heard the shared laughter.

Jason raised an eyebrow and considered the fiery red haired man named Rich. He did not look the type to run a family friend bar. He had the body of a bodybuilder with a bit of gut showing through his tight fitting shirt. His fiery red hair suggested European roots to him, but Jason swore he picked up an accent with inflections that seemed of Asian influence.  With a small bemused smile, Jason silently teased Rich. He liked how his hair seemed to be gradually becoming his thick, red beard. Of course, Jason resisted the urge to verbalize his comment to the man. Rather, when RIch finally met his gaze, Jason forced his smile away and gave a short nod.

Rich seemed to blink at him for a few seconds. His face grew serious, but there was no sternness or anger as Jason saw before with the suited men. Neither was there a warmth and friendliness. Slowly, the red haired man approached Jason.

“Hey,” Jason said, sitting up straight. He was vainly hoping to make himself look bigger. “I could go for a beer. Whatever’s on tap should be fine.”

Stopping in front of him, Rich rested his large hands on the edge of the bar. For a long moment, he did not respond to Jason. He appeared to be appraising him.

Pushing out his shoulder a bit wider, Jason dropped his voice even lower, doing his best Batman imitation. "Though, I prefer cold, if you have it."

A single red eyebrow rose up as if in question. His lips were tightly drawn as if he was considering the question that his eyebrows had asked. “I'm sure you could... Son, but I’m going to have to see some identification first.”

His shoulders sunk, despite himself. Rolling his eyes, Jason muttered about dying young again. Reaching into the backpack, he pulled out the fake ID that Cassandra had given him before leaving Gotham. As he dug through the backpack for it, he felt the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stand up straight.

Jason furrowed his brow. He looked at the man who was still looking intently at him. Then, he spared a quick glance about the room again. Everyone was still seated where he’d last seen them, and no one was even glancing in their direction. Still, something didn't feel right. A small voice in his head started to whisper that it wasn't safe here, that danger was close. Jason tried to ignore the voice in his head telling to him leave. He pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

There was a beat of a pause before the man took his ID from the counter. When he looked back, he noticed the man’s eyes were now wide and his head was tilted as if scrutinizing Jason. His gaze was narrowed and the muscles his shoulders looked like they had tightened. In the blink of an eye, he turned his gaze away from Jason and to the ID that he had picked up.

Leaning forward, Jason drew in a long breath, pinched the bridge of his nose, and waited for some comment like always.

"Jason," the man said as if sounding it out. "Not from around here, I see, but... Gotham... and..." There was a pause as if the man considered saying something.

"What?" Jason spat out the question as he drew in another long breath. He waited for Rich to speak, but there was no response. Jason sighed. “Look, can I just have a beer.” He lifted his gaze.

Rich held Jason’s license in one hand, but his gaze locked solely on Jason. Those dark eyes were wide, almost shell-shocked. He noticed the man’s throat tightened for a second, before he coughed loudly. Then, he coughed into the back of his hand. Then, he said in a tight sounding voice, “Sure thing, Kid. Just... just stay right here. Okay? Don't go anywhere."

A mixed snort of amusement and irritation fell from Jason's lips. "Why would I?" The small voice in his head reminded him about the possible danger, but he didn't share that with Rich.

Nodding slowly, Rich backed up from Jason. "Good. Stay put. I'll be right back.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jason watched the man vanish behind a swinging door. A heavy sigh finally fell from his lips. He lowered his gaze again.

He was still mad at himself for letting his emotions get the best of him. He was supposed to be focusing on this mission from Bruce. He was suppose to be helping Cassandra. Yet, here he was running off, dwelling on a dead past. It was pointless. It was childish. He couldn’t believe he’d even let those thoughts cloud his judgment. He much rather the alcohol in his glass do the clouding.

Then, he felt a hand clasp his left shoulder. He tensed instantly but did not immediately turn. Rather, he spotted the person in the mirror in front. It was one of those college guys in the black hoodies. Jason noticed he was peering down at his photo id on the counter. Then just as quickly as he looked his gaze focused forward. In a slightly slurred voice, he said, "Awww man! Just missed Rich?! I needed another pitcher. Can you believe that, Dude?"

Turning slightly towards him, Jason looked at the hand on his shoulder and then, looked up at the college guy. He had a sloppy smile on his face and a glazed over look in his eyes. "Why didn't you hold him a bit longer, Kid?"

Jason's eyes narrowed. "Name's not Kid." Then he brushed the hand off his shoulder.

With a bemused smile, the college guy leaned forward. "Yeah, according to your ID, but we know how real that is, right?" He chuckled as if it was some shared joke.

Jason did not even smile. He just glowered at the  college guy, hoping he'd take the hint.

The college guy didn't. Rather, he looked over his shoulder towards his table and in a loud voice stated, "I mean, it says your veteran, but we all know that's crap."

Jason picked up his photo ID and saw what the college guy was referring to. It did in fact list him as a veteran. That was probably Cassandra's way of hinting at his history. She sure was obessessed with his past. All her questions about him, and she decided to reference it on his ID. Probably not a good idea, at least in hind sight. He blew out a breath and pocketed his ID into his pants pocket.

When he heard new footsteps approaching, Jason turned to face them. Now, there were three of the college guys much to Jason's frustration. Instead of losing his cool or just walking out, he tightened one hand into a fist and asked ,"Oh, and why's that? Think I look too young?"

With a snort of amusement, one of the college guy's friend - towering, broad shouldered guy who probably was the school quarterback, stated, "No, too wimpy and lanky. Army thugs have more muscle. Like me." He actually pulled up both his hoodie's sleeves and flexed with a broad grin on his face.

Jason gawked briefly at the three college guys who were now cheering each other on. No one had called him lanky since he was a teen. True, he was wearing an overly large hoodie, probably a size bigger than normal, but he didn't think he looked that small in it. That irritated him.

Just then Jason realized dealing with this irritation might just be the distraction he needed. Maybe this was just a good excuse, and he might be able to do it without leading to a brawl and upsetting Rich like the two suited men had done.

"Not bad, but how do I know you aren't all show?" Jason asked with a teasing glint to his eyes.

Instantly, the towering, broad shouldered college guy frowned. "Whadda you mean, Kid?"

"Jason." He corrected the guy. "And what I mean is how about you prove just how much stronger you are."

Looking among each other, the college guys shared a confused look. Then, the shortest of them asked, "How so?"

"Arm wrestle me, I mean if you're sure you can beat me," Jason suggested.

There was a snort from another college guy who had walked over. "Of course, he can. We all could, Kid."

"Prove it. I'll even make it interesting." He pulled the few dollars he had in his pants pocket. Slapping down two twenties, he raised an eyebrow at the guy. "That is if you're sure you are stronger than me."

They all exchanged looks. Then, the first college guy pulled out another two twenties. "You are on, Kid. And if you can beat all three of us, I'll triple the beat. Whadda you say?"

Flexing his fingers, Jason just smiled. "Hope you'll have enough cab fair to get home after I've won."

To be continued...

[thatonepikminperson]

Russ, Fluorescent/Neon Wraith (Mixed Wraith AU)

The Neon Wraiths somehow beat all the odds in life and are still standing. The Neon Wraiths can also be called the Fluorescent Wraiths as they are just the same thing. These Wraiths have the same body shape as the Plasm Wraith. Though the size of these Wraiths is more akin to when the Plasm Wraith is about to die, that’s how small they are. Instead of having little nubs, they have panels full of electricity. These panels range in colors, though the most common three are yellow, red, and green. They also have dark blue wires that connect from each of these panels, eventually reaching the end of their feet.

Neon Wraiths have the special ability to conduct electricity whenever they want. The electricity is several times more powerful than most other creatures and sources of electricity on the planet, to the point where one shock can cause parts of suits such as Life Support, the SOS signal, Comms, and any device that protects from electricity, fire, or poison to malfunction and stop working. It can also cause heart attacks and just straight up kill you in one shock if it so desires.

These Wraiths are not affected by Lumiknolls.

(More art below, and also the story on how in the world THIS happened to our boi, Russ)

Russ is the sixth member to be turned into a Wraith, and it wasn't fun for him at all. So, the three members go out, you know, the normal, and Russ eventually finds a cave. One that looks quite similar to the one Aero was in, but this time, it's on the surface. He also sees a small Wraith, which he hopes knows where anyone else on the crew is. So, he follows it, and turns out that this cave is deeper than he first thought. Once Russ notices how deep in the cave he is, he calls for help. The Wraith, which turns out to be a Neon/Fluorescent Wraith (it's the same thing, but can go by either name) notices what he's doing and electrocutes him.

Normally, it wouldn't be a problem, Anti-electrifer and all, but Russ's invention actually fails, malfunctions, and breaks the moment the Wraith electrocutes him. Russ panics, trying to get away from it, but it's useless. He's trapped, and from what he's seeing behind this one Wraith, there are plenty more to take him on. Collin and Nova get there just in time to watch around three Neon Wraiths electrocute the poor scientist to death, while one watches on the sidelines. Once they get done with that, a way bigger Neon Wraith (Their leader) comes over, and the two officers finally get to see what's been happening to their crew! They're not dying off, no, they're becoming Wraiths.

So after realizing that there’s no way to save Russ, Collin and Nova just nope the hell out of there, and a few seconds after that, Russ wakes up, with no memories of his past life. He joins the Packet of Batteries (A large group of Neon Wraiths) and becomes the new Leader when it comes to expeditions. (Also, those light blue lines are supposed to be wires, as they are on every Neon Wraith, however, due to Russ being human before, they also act as his veins. Which means, every time he uses any of his electricity powers, he does, in fact, feel every bit of it!)

Russ personality wise is super different. He's now a frick-ton more protective of his family, aka the other Neon Wraith. He's far more aggressive and confrontational, and isn't afraid to use his powers against ANYONE who dares to try and case him or his family harm. He loves them with all his heart, (or core really) and he's willing to hurt himself in order to protect them. Once Russ remembers everything, he feels... rather conflicted. On one hand, he feels bad for what he did to the Corps, but on the other, he still loves the Neon Wraiths, and feels like he would still do anything for them. He does slowly get over this though.

[thatonepikminperson]

So I have some more art for the mixed wraith AU, starting with our two bois, who were killed by being at the wrong place at the wrong time

[thatonepikminperson]

So hey, here's the art for the Rescue Corp's Wraith Forms. (Stories will be with the respective Corp's member's wraith posts that will come later don't worry, you just get titles for now)

Nova, Ghost Wraith (Mixed Wraith from Gas and Liquid) (I know it says Plasma, that's me being dumb o k a y)

Pom, Oil Wraith (Mixed Wraith from Liquid and Plasma)

Aero, Gemstone Wraith (Solid)

Erma Shepherd, Star Wraith (Plasma)

Collin, Honey Wraith (Liquid)

Russ, Fluorescent/Neon Wraith (Plasma)

Dingo, Iodine Vapor Wraith (Gas)

Yonny, Brown Ink Wraith (Mixed Wraith from a Spaceman and Brown Ink Wraith)

Bernard, Reflection Wraith (Mixed Wraith from a Spaceman and Reflection Wraith)