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messedupessy · 5 years ago

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TWO GAY AGENTS AND THEIR KILLER ROBOT HERE TO OUTGAY YOU ALL (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)❤

Finally after a whole month prolly more I finally finished this ahhhhhhhhhhgrekjgnkegekjgkjegkjeekjgkje xD this took way longer than I had planned, but well life happens and sometimes it just takes way longer than you have planned, and I for one regret nothing because look at this it looks so flipping good rgekjgekjgkje

This whole pic happened just because I over a month ago saw a pic of Sonic wearing a dress, and was all hey let’s put Shadow in a dress for a warm up sometime, which I did, but then I decided to give Shadow a gun, and was also like hey let’s add Rouge too and she can be in a suit because women in suits! And then it was just a downfall from there as I then wen hey let’s try to do some proper frikking lineart for once xD

And I am seriously so proud, I haven’t done such a proper lineart for ages, and it turned out mostly good, like yes many of the lines are hella uneven, shaky, and messy, but idgaf it looks good especially for been me! And I learn allot on how to do them better so I now know when next time I decide to do it, and I am so happy with how they look, that dress is perf on Shadow like srs, and them shoes were hell to draw but fits him so well, don’t even mention the gun bc ugh guns are horrible to draw af man, which is why I pretty much just traced an image bc no way would I be able to draw a gun from scratch xD and Rouge gods look at her, finally got her head to look decent mostly, it’s still a bit wonky but better than last time, some of her colours could had ended up way better but I just was feeling so done with this pic when I got to her but she still turned out good, and Omega I just traced too or tried to at least bc I can’t draw robots xD I kinda wanted to make a proper background but like it would take like even longer if I did so greyish background it is ye, but still so srs proud of this pic gekjgnjkgkjegrkj

And I got like a whole story idea for this whole pic which, if anyone is interested, is free to take and write as I will never get around to write a proper fic about this grnjkegkje xD story under the cut ye

ALSO DON’T TAG AS SHIP THEY JUST BROS DOING BRO THINGS, LIKE SNEAKING INTO FANCY PARTIES TO STEAL SHEIT

Ok so the story behind this pic is this:

Team Dark has gotten a mission to infiltrate a party, as they like need to go in there and steal something of big importance.

In the plan they have so will Shadow and Rouge get into the building as guests, Omega forced to stay on stand by nearby as firstly he is a killer robot and these kinds of missions aren’t really his thing, but best to have him nearby in case they need him.

And for the party Shadow and Rouge of course got to get a pair of fancy outfits so they can blend in proper, so it’s when the both of them are at Rouge’s apartment, bunch of her clothes tossed all over the place as she is searching for things for them both to wear, Shadow catches sight of this red dress and instantly goes that one, I want to wear that one.

Maybe he have always had like wanted to wear dresses back on the ark, maybe Maria dressed him up back in the day and he enjoyed it and felt good about himself while been dressed up, maybe he and Maria was then busted by someone who told him he wasn’t allowed to wear them bc he a guy something like that bc hey flashbacks is his thing, but anyway he still really want to wear said dress.

Which surprises Rouge at first and makes her a little confused, but she quickly gets over it and deciding not to question it because what is there to question really fuck gender norms, so she instantly is all yes you would look stunning in that! Wait let me get some accessories and so on, and she just gets really into dressing Shadow up all properly, putting on his make up and so on, making him try out different things etc.

He protests a little bit at first when she gets all handsy with make up and so on as he didn’t even think that he would wear any, like wearing skirts and dresses was completely fine but make up he was hesitant, but he eventually ends up really enjoys getting all pampered like this and in the end feel really good about himself, he looks really good and he feels good.

Rouge in turn decides to dress up in a suit instead of a dress which she was planning on originally, saying something like how she can’t steal the spotlight from Shadow after all etc.

And then later the scene of the actual pic happens, Shadow and Rouge having sneaked away from the party to find the thing they need to steal, Shadow ready with his shotgun he hid somewhere on his person, while Rouge is talking with Omega through a headpiece while holding Shadow’s arm so he don’t rush off by himself.

And then I dunno what happens next, perhaps they find the thing they were after maybe they didn’t, but anyway Shadow ends up deciding afterwards he wants some dresses and skirts of his own to wear whenever he so pleases and Rouge ofc helps him out ye, and then like stuff happens maybe some sonadow happens who knows yeah

But yeah that’s the story idea I got man, I really like it but like I said won’t write it properly, so it’s up for the takes ye xD though if any of you do want to take this story and write it properly, then all I ask for is that you tell me, link me when it’s done etc, if Amy appears don’t make her into a little binch she deserves better and that you don’t make it shad*ouge nothing against the ship I’m ok with it but the pic and the story got nothing with said ship, as I just overall prefer them to be best friends ye, also shadow is gay and pissed in hot topic

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toziers · 5 years ago

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7, 17, 27, 37?

7. have tattoos?

yes!! i have 4 !! they’re all black lineart bc i LOVE color tattoos but i think they look weird on me, but i have a customized semi-colon, a flower bouquet, an anatomical heart w lavender coming out of it, and the planet jupiter !!

17. someone you miss

me and some friends fell out a few years ago and i really miss this girl who i was magnetically close to. i feel like everyone has multiple soul mates and she was definitely one of mine

27. a description of the (girl) i like

mean. terrible. rude. heartbreaking. absolutely stunning, makes me laugh all the time, watches stupid bill hader videos with me at 3 in the morning, every time she says something im torn between laughing/screaming ME TOO/strangling her, has incredible movie commentary, beautiful writer, beautiful PERIODT!, out of my league, did i mention i hate her...

37. one of my insecurities

my laugh...absolutely my laugh... people would call it a witch cackle in elementary school... jordan panther if ur out there u broke my heart

send me asks ? 🥺

#ask meme #thank u random citizen !!!#mickey #Anonymous

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gingerisaspice · 6 years ago

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hey i wanna boost my hellboy oc Dana Carlisle

shes 5′10 and looks small next to HB, damn

Here’s a STUNNING lineart commission i got from @moihemmo in which I colored!

And a heartwarming full color comm by @rnlaing !

Tag for her on my blog to see more art, headcanons, and stuff!

http://gingerisaspice.tumblr.com/tagged/dana-carlisle

Dana’s full bio under the cut! (long)

Dana M. Carlisle

b 1971 in Michigan

5’10”

210lbs

Cryptozoologist, brought to BPRD as a Consultant in 1999

Personality

Prone to being absorbed in her work. Normal mode is serious, Independent in her work. Resourceful. Committed to her field. Smart as hell. Patient but anxious. Will complain out loud. Enjoys her company but prefers others. Is dependent on others emotional assurance. Observant and analytical about details on paper, not so much outside of it. Takes responsibility but tends to place blame on herself for mistakes. Materialistic about her books. Friends bring out the best in her. Calm temperament for the most part. Stubborn on opinions though will come around. Can be careless which comes off as insensitive. Not so great at picking up on social cues or emotions. Hates liars and lateness. Grumpy easily without morning coffee. Will take a while to warm up to people and trust them.

History

Dana would read books at her school’s library that were all about monsters and scary stories. Her hobby was primarily reading and exploring the woods behind her childhood home. Halloween was always her favorite holiday, and she loved dressing up as monsters from late 70s, early 80s horror movies. Amassed a collection of VHSs and DVDs. As such she loved all things creepy and weird.

As she grew older, she learned more and more about the real monsters of the world through any and all mentions of the BPRD. She made it her goal to join. Dana was mostly interested in Urban Legends, and the truth behind them.

In college, she researched mythological creatures in her spare time, connecting them to urban legends. She majored in Anthropology(Bachelor's) and graduated in 1993(a year typically after people grad?). Dana enlisted in the Army Reserves in order to afford college but her tour was mostly uneventful.

In early 1996 in her off-tour time Dana pursued her Cryptozoology goals and researched in her spare time. Had connections in Europe she tried to contact for leads on a job. Not much luck. Kept job hunting around. Finally found something in Portland, Maine the following year. During this time in her personal life, she had a falling out with her mom. She stayed close to her dad. He supported her through the job hunt.

In her research, Dana stumbled upon multiple sightings of the Loch Ness Monster of Scotland in June 1996, and made her way there a few months later. A staff member of the The Craigdarroch Inn claimed to have seen a creature zig-zag across the water. There she met Frank Burke, a fisherman who claimed to have been after Nessie for weeks. She investigated his report, and accompanied the man on a fishing trip. Burke reeled in a “whopper” which was, indeed, a small Nessie. Dana covered the story and discovery in her first official Cryptozoology study paper.

Dana gained quite a bit of notice with her paper on the Loch Ness Monster discovery. She hoped with this under her belt, she would be able to get into the BPRD like she dreamed about. She submitted the paper to various research institutes and journals, and was published a few times. But it wasn’t quite getting her to the Bureau. A few years later in mid 1999, Dana tracked down Woodrow Farrier, now in his sixties, a retired Cryptozoologist who worked for the Bureau in the 1950s. She asked him for a recommendation based on her findings. Farrier was far impressed with them, and saw what he could do for her. Farrier reached out to the BPRD and Kate Corrigan took notice. A few months later, Dana was brought in to be a consultant on a new mission.

Current Events (1999)

First time working at the BPRD, Dana was a Consultant for a Dog-man related massacre in Duluth, MN. It was this mission she first met and worked with Hellboy, Abe Sapien, and Liz Sherman. Dana was assigned to accompany the team to Duluth, MN, but was ordered to stay out of the action on her first day. She provided insight into what creature may have committed the horrors. Her findings were accurate, as the team was attacked by a group of Dog-men. No casualties were suffered on the team, which reflected well on Dana’s performance. Hellboy and Abe Sapien enjoyed having her on the team and looked forward to the possibility of working with her again.

Manning satisfied with the reports and results of the mission, as a specimen was brought back, relayed his approval to the new Assistant Director of Field Operations, Kate, on her choice to hire Carlisle. Dana was officially employed by the BPRD in November of 1999. At first Dana was tasked with organizing paperwork of un-filed documents covering various encounters of monsters. At the request of Hellboy, Kate and Manning assigned Dana on more field missions throughout the following year.

#hellboy oc #bprd oc #dana carlisle #hb oc #hellboy

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arctic-rising · 6 years ago

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hopping onto the fr artist appreciation train that @cerillosvillage started! i agree with him in saying that there’s so many amazing artists that it’s so difficult to choose, so here’s my top 5!

@hungrytundras has a super lovely style. i really like the textures in their line art, and their maps are absolutely stunning. the level of thought and detail that they put in their work is amazing, and i always love looking forwards to their next piece! i especially love the more atmospheric stuff that they post- really feels like i’m getting a window into Sornieth itself.

@nimrook-fr always blows me away whenever they post art. the textures in their art just gives everything a nice finished touch, but i think the thing that always gets me is the shading. they’re so good at giving dragons depth with their shadows, and the tones that they use in said shading is so good!! also i just really love their style. OH and i almost forgot to mention that their designs are amazing!!!

@serpents-fr has really rad line variation that i just kind of stare at in awe whenever i see their stuff. i adore their scene/movie shots, and their style is just wonderful. especially how they draw imperials! so cute and elegant! the gradients that they use look incredibly, and they’re really good at translating on site apparel and genes into their style.

@zif-dragons draws, quite possibly, some of the cutest stuff i’ve ever seen. the texture on some of the brushes that they use give their art a lovely hand-drawn vibe to it. kind of gives you a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest! the dot eyes and little smile that they give to dragons sometimes is like. one of the cutest things ever and i love it!

and last but not least is @the-chattering-tower. they push themselves to create unique and interesting designs for dragons, and their hard work doesn’t go unnoticed. they’ve made some really interesting and cool designs for dragons that they’ve sold! the lineart, coloring and shading style that they use is so nice to look at too. also, i think the bunny tundra concept is quite possibly one of the best things on this site? it’s SO stinking cute and i’ll have to commission them someday to make a portrait of my own tundra bunny when i get one!

#arctic.txt #FR artist appreciation #this is just a bunch of chunks of text and for that i apologize

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pretzalec · 6 years ago

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Picture Imperfect

Pairing: Romantic Moxiety

Summary: Virgil draws to cope with his feelings, which could spell trouble when Logan accidentally finds out how he feels about Patton.

A/N: So I posted this a long time ago in four separate parts, but tumblr decided to be garbage and made it invisible on the tag search thingy, and I couldn’t save it. Instead, I decided to wait a while to calm down and repost it all-in-one so people can (hopefully) see it. I’m also tagging the people I tagged before so they know what all’s happening.

Warnings: Big panic attack/disassociation thing at the beginning and a minor one later, text is heavily altered when Virgil’s voice distorts (in case that bothers anyone), two sentences of suicidal thoughts, Patton almost cries a couple times, a single curse word, hot chocolate is mentioned twice, did I miss any?

Words: 3887

Chapter One: A Dark Corner

His fingers clenched the sleeves of his hoodie. They don’t want you. You only hurt them. You bring everyone down. He tried to focus on breathing. No, they care. You’re not the villain anymore. You ruin everything when Thomas is happy. That’s all you’re good for: ruin. He tried to calm down, but nothing worked. Things were shapes, words were sounds, his fingers gripped tighter, but the feeling was just fuzz, it’s not even fuzz the noise isn’t here it’s somewhere else my chest is tight where’s my heartbeat how do I breathe everything’s broken they know they know everyone knows he hates you he hates you you don’t belong here why do you even live anymore it’d be better for everyone if you were just dead

A faded voice tried talking to him. Odd-but-familiar shapes reached for him, a distant embrace that he didn’t know if he welcomed or rejected. He sensed a rhythmic motion; the only stabilizer he had to count his breaths.

In, 2, 3, out, 2, 3, count in head, stay in tune, chest is loose, steady now, breathing deeper, hold them closer, let them help you, you’re not alone, you are wanted here, do not worry now, it’s all coming back, shapes becoming things, these are someone’s arms, these are Patton’s arms?

Breathe. The world pieces back together. As he rests his head on Patton’s shoulder, he could hear his gentle voice more clearly.

“Are you okay, kiddo? What happened?”

The inevitable question. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it and sighed when nothing came out. How could he tell him? What could he tell him, without making things weird again? And the shaking – still shaking, even after he recollected himself.

He took a moment to organize his thoughts just to tell him anything at all, but his voice was still distorted. Doesn’t help that Patton is part of the problem. “I̵ l̵e̷f͢t.͏..so̸me̵thi͏n̸g̴ im͟pór͢t͞a��nt ̛on̛ the҉ c̷o̧unt́e̸r ̷w͡hen ҉I̶ was ̕i͟n ̷the͏ k̢i̴tche̷n̴. Lo̷gan found̶ ít̷,̸ an͞d.̛..go̶d̸ ͢i̵f Ro͞ma͞n͡ ̵͘͠f̵̀ì͜͢ndş͘ ̀͘o҉͜u̧̕t͝͡,͢ ͘̕t̀ò҉̷ó́,͞ he’͡͏l͡͏̨ĺ ͢n͡ev̶҉é̷͟r ş͘h̴u͟t́ ͟u̸͠p̨ ͏àb͝o̵ut̶̡́ ̶̕͜it̨!̵̨͠” The distortion worsened with his anxiety. If Sir-Sing-A-Lot gets ahold of that drawing, he’ll either tell Patton – no, everyone – about Virgil’s biggest secret, or tease him relentlessly about it.

“What was it?”

An even worse – but also inevitable – question. “̸̵͡I͠͏..͞͝.͝͏Į c͡a̴͘ń̸̵’͝҉t ̴̶̡t̸͢e҉͝l͢͡l̴̸͠ ý̡o͝u̸̕.͠ ̧I͘̕͢t̶’̕s̡͘, ̴̧u̢h͟,͏̛͢ ͜pe͡r͡s͡o̵̷̢ń͞a͘l̛̀͠.͘” He wished he could calm down again; his voice in this condition could give him away just as easily as his sketchbook.

“Well, maybe I can talk to Logan about getting it back?” he gently offered. “He probably just thought it was his and hasn’t noticed yet. I don’t think he meant to upset you...”

That proposition could go one of two ways: Patton could get the sketchbook and immediately return it to Virgil without looking through the pages, or anything would happen and he’d find out about the drawings Virgil made to cope with his feelings for him. The latter seemed more likely, and he knew Patton would reject him, anyway. But he couldn’t talk to Logan himself; a million more things could go wrong if he tried. All options were risky. The more time he spent thinking about it, the more he felt trapped into one option.

“.͢..̡fin͡e͏.͘” The distortion was fading. ”Ju͜st- ̛pl͢eas̢e ̛don͞’t ope̵n it, okay?”

“I won’t. You said it’s personal – I don’t wanna invade your privacy.”

“Thanks, Pat.”

Silence fell between them. Virgil’s body slowly loosened, letting him lean further into Patton’s embrace. The warmth inside him swirled around, it’s intensity matching the warmth against his body. He could hear his heart beating; slow and gentle, yet strong and somewhat loud at the same time. It seemed to almost match Patton’s in both pace and power.

He lifted his head to say something to Patton, but his gaze flicked from his beautiful eyes to the dark shadows growing underneath them. A twang fear shot across his heart. “You should get out of herè,҉ P̷a̢ţ. Th̷e̢ ro͢o͟m̸’̨s͢ s̵t̷a͡rtin͞g t̀o ͠c͞o̸rru̕pt̢ you̸.” The distortion started to return, this time from gaining power over Thomas instead of his own anxiety.

“Are you gonna be okay? You can come with me to my room, if you want...”

“I͡ th̡ink ̡I’̨ll͏ b̛e̷ ͟f̷iné. Yo̧u̡ ̧shoul̨d͘ ͠go,̷ ̀t̢ho̵ugh͘.͠ Q͜ui̕c̀ķly.͝”

Patton nodded, squeezing Virgil tighter for a second, then releasing to sink down and away. The silence left behind was strange and heavy. All too familiar for Virgil. He stared at the spot Patton was in, a looming sense of things shutting down without him. Stupid feelings. Stupid room. Stupid Virgil.

Chapter Two: But How Much Do You Know?

The detail is astounding. The anatomy is impeccable. The colors are absolutely stunning! Who knew Virgil could create masterpieces like these? The way they were crafted, the things they express, the mastery of every aspect in each picture – it’s almost inconceivable! Perhaps he could talk him into letting him keep one or two for his room?

He turned the page, careful not to ruin the delicate medium. The picture on the right was much more colorful than the left, but he wanted to keep his consistent left-right-left-right scanning of the pages. Except, the left page was blank. The smudged colors that transferred from the other side attracted his attention, making him falsely believe a picture was there. He looked back to the right, and saw a finished drawing of...Patton and Virgil? No, that’s definitely them. They were watching the sky, Patton leaning against Virgil, who had his arm across Patton’s shoulders. A small heart floated above them, teaching Logan something he didn’t know about-

“Hiya!”

Patton’s sudden appearance almost made him drop Virgil’s book. “E equals MC scared!”

“Oh, sorry, teach! Didn’t mean to square ya!”

He groaned at the pun and pushed his glasses back up. “Must you shout so loud when you rise? I could’ve attacked you.”

“Sorry, I just needed to ask you something.”

“Ask away.”

“Do you happen to have a, uh...something of Virgil’s? He says he put it somewhere and you took it, but he really wants it back because it’s very important to him.”

Logan felt something strong inside him. He knew it was about the sketchbook, but that one picture raised so many questions he was afraid of asking. However, he shouldn’t have investigated the pages in the first place. He already knew he’d done wrong, but perhaps returning the book could correct what he did...yet the questions drive him to learn.

He handed Patton the book. “It’s this. I thought it was my notebook, but I hadn’t opened it until now.”

“Thanks, Logan!” he exclaimed with purity. “You didn’t look in it too much, did you?”

“Not at all,” he half-lied. While he did look at more than he should, it couldn’t have been more than 7 pages. “But there is, um, a question I have for you. Regarding Virgil.”

Worry spread on Patton’s face. “What about him?”

“Do you, erm…” He realized asking such a question is much harder when you don’t understand many feelings or emotions. “...do you, perhaps, feel...a certain way about Virgil?”

Worry shifted to panic. “H-how did you know? Did Roman tell you? He said he wouldn’t tell anyone! Oh my gosh, please don’t tell Virgil! I-”

Uh-oh. Feelings. “Don’t worry, Patton. Roman didn’t tell me anything.”

“Then who did? How did you-”

“You did, just now.”

Patton felt like his entire body had turned to glass. One wrong move, and he would break into a million painful shards. “You...didn’t know?”

“No.” He wanted to say more, but for once, he had lost his words.

He absentmindedly gripped the book tighter. “...then why’d you ask?”

A million answers rushed through Logan’s mind. Instead, he adjusted his glasses and told him, “I believe Virgil could answer that much better than I can.”

He looked away, thinking. What Logan said...that could mean anything. It means Virgil could’ve seen him staring when he thought he wasn’t looking, then got suspicious and asked Logan to find out. It means Virgil wasn’t interested, but Logan didn’t have the heart to tell him. It means someone else wanted Virgil, someone he’d like so much more, and Logan wasn’t sure who’d be the lucky one to date him. It means...Virgil could like him, too. The book had something about Patton in it, but they were both afraid of rejection, so he didn’t want him to see. He didn’t want anyone to see. Now Logan has seen it, and it made him wonder if Patton felt the same way Virgil did.

No. That couldn’t be possible. There’s no way Virgil would...would he?

He looked at the book in his hands, the tip of his thumb grazing the edge of the cover in temptation. Virgil said not to look. Anything could be inside…

He said goodbye to Logan, then sunk out. Keeping Virgil’s trust is more important. Even if it means he’d have to prepare for heartbreak.

Chapter Three: A Piece of the Puzzle

He finished the lineart, then stared at it. Of course the first thing he did when Patton got the sketchbook back was make another picture of his romantic fantasy. At this point, it was just pathetic. He knew he should stop doodling these things, especially now that his secret almost got out, but he loved being able to spend a few moments living in an impossible world where he and Patton could be so close and comfortable with each other. At the end, he’d always have to return to reality. The reality where Patton could never want someone like Virgil, and the drawings would stay fantasy.

Logan rose from the ground in front of Virgil’s bed. “May I speak with you?”

He kept coloring, refusing eye contact. “Why?”

“I...have questions. Some of which regard Patton.”

His pencil stopped. He glared at Logan through his bangs. “What’d he do?”

“Nothing yet, but it’s only noon.” He straightened his tie, trying to figure out how to say the dangerous things on his mind. “I, uh, must admit – and apologize – that after I mistook your sketchbook with my notebook, I did...look through some of the pages.”

Virgil’s head snapped up. “Why did you do that?!” he growled.

“Your skills are unlike anything I’ve seen before. The anatomy, the lines, the colors…” He cleared his throat, getting back on track. “I was captivated by your work. However, I did see one thing that I know I shouldn’t have, and-”

“Don’t tell anyone about anything you saw,” he hissed. “They can’t know.”

The aggression startled Logan for a second, but he continued. “I won’t. I shouldn’t have intruded in your personal secrets, but I’ll see that it never happens again.”

“Good.” He went back to his drawing. “You should leave. You’re starting to get eyeshadow.”

Chapter Four: Royally Screwed

“I just don’t know,” he admitted, gently tugging the sleeves of the cat hoodie around his neck. “What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Roman sighed. “Even I cannot understand how you could fall for that storm cloud –” He felt Patton’s glare. “– but I have seen the looks he makes at you! I’ve seen his smile for every joke you make! And now, even Logan of No Emotion has brought it up, and you still wonder if he’d turn you away?”

“I mean, he probably just wants to stay friends! Maybe he’s not ready for a relationship like I am, and I don’t want to force him into something he doesn’t want!”

He grabbed Patton’s shoulder. “He does want this, Pat. Would Thomas help y-”

“No! Please don’t tell Thomas,” he begged, “Virgil would hear everything! I can’t-”

Roman cut back in, “then do you want this love to eat at you with every move he makes?”

“I...no, but-”

“Are you going to sit back and admit defeat, letting your heart shatter when he moves on because you didn’t take a chance?”

“...no…”

Roman’s voice boomed dramatically, “do you love him?”

“Yes,” Patton answered, gaining courage.

“Do you want him close to you?”

“Yes!”

“Then you march over to him and tell him how you feel!”

He jumped up excitedly. “Yeah! I’m gonna go to his room!”

“Yes!”

“And I’m gonna look him in the eyes!”

“Yeah!”

“And I’m gonna cry!”

“Ye- wait-”

“Because he’s so cute!”

“Uh, Patton-”

His voice grew fragile. “And I love him so much…!”

“Woah there, papa bear,” he said calmly, standing up to hug Patton, “we can do this. You can do this.”

Tears welled in his eyes. “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come, let’s try again.”

Chapter Five: Shading in the Lines

He switched to a darker color, thoughts racing as he shaded. Logan’s the smartest, but he doesn’t understand feelings. He doesn’t really like Roman, but he’s creative and knows a lot about romance. Either of them could be equally helpful or disastrous, but who else could help? He can’t ask Thomas, either – he’d help the most, but everyone would hear what they’re saying! That would humiliate him, or worse!

The drawing was finished. He took a moment to admire it, smiling slightly as he imagined being in that world. Lying in Patton’s warm embrace, listening to his gentle heartbeat, playing with his fingers as they drifted into sleep...coming back to reality was more than crushing. With a heavy sigh, he stood up to put the supplies away. He triple-checked to make sure the colored pencils were all in the right spots and put them in the drawer first. The normal pencil went into its box with the others, and the eraser was just tossed into the drawer. It’ll turn back up eventually, just like the other erasers strewn about the drawer.

He turned to grab the sketchbook, which belonged- oh shit.

Patton had entered the room at some point while he was distracted. The sketchbook was left open, with the picture of Virgil’s recent fantasy left out for him to see. He held the book carefully, wide and curious eyes glancing all over the image.

Virgil felt his heart drop when the page turned, knowing another image of them together was on the other side. His hands began to shake. Tears blurred his vision. He wanted to do something to distract Patton; to delay the inevitable heartbreak. Yet, he couldn’t move. Anxiety crept up, he wanted to run, grab the book, his breathing changed, the shaking-

Through the blur from his tears, he saw Patton smiling. He forced himself to wipe his eyes and saw the softness of Patton’s expression. Adoration. Patton adored the drawings, taking in every detail, perhaps even trying to live for a moment in that world as Virgil had done so many times before.

He finally noticed Virgil looking at him and gave him a beaming smile. “Did you draw these? They’re so cute!”

A jolt of fear ran across his chest as he stammered out an answer. “I- uh- yeah, I-I did…”

Patton continued to talk about his art style, but his vision had focused on the shadow growing under Patton’s eyes, which was more alarming than whatever he was saying. He didn’t want to be rude and interrupt him, but he can’t stay in this room for too long! If he does, Thomas will-

He snapped back to reality when Patton said his name. “Virge? Is something wrong, kiddo?”

There wasn’t a choice anymore. He stammered for a bit again, then finally replied, “Pat, you need to get out of here.” Patton made a heartbroken face, opening his mouth to say something, but Virgil kept speaking. “You’ve been in here too҉ l̀on̢g.͡ Th̕e r͜oo͟m̕ ̢i̕s ̧co̴rr̨u̵pt͟in͠g͏ yo͡u͝. ̛Ỳo̸u ̧n͏eed t͠o ge̶t ou͟t̢ b̧efo͏re̕ i͝t gèt̶s ͝w̨ors̴e͝.”

His eyes flicked around the room and the sketchbook. “Come with me,” he pleaded, grabbing Virgil’s hand on impulse. It only took a second for him to receive a nod in agreement.

Chapter Six: Finding that Edge Piece

Rays of sunlight beamed through the windows, illuminating every corner of the room. Sparkles of light seemed to float around like autumn leaves in gentle wind. Birds could be heard chirping happily outside, singing sweet songs. The couch they were sat on held them perfectly; not too soft, not too firm, not made of leather. It was almost inappropriate how wonderful the room was after what happened earlier.

Patton teased the edge of the closed sketchbook, waiting patiently as Virgil struggled to find his words. He already had an idea of what he was going to say, but he wanted to give him a chance to talk. He always deserves a chance.

Virgil broke the silence. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“I, uh...I could’ve reacted better to…” He gestured vaguely to his eyes. “Y’know.”

“Aw, Virge, you were just trying to keep me safe!” He looked at the sketchbook, running his thumb on the edge again. “I’m sorry for looking in your sketchbook without asking. You said it was personal, and I promised I wouldn’t look, and then I did anyway…”

“Don’t worry about that,” he sighed. “You probably would’ve found out somehow.”

Patton withdrew slightly. “And if I didn’t, you would’ve,” he mumbled.

“...what?”

He sat up quickly, shocked that Virgil heard what he said. “I- uh- the pictures- um- well- when I-”

“Hey.” He gently rested a hand on Patton’s leg, quieting him. “Take your time.”

The speed and energy of how Patton talked went entirely against what Virgil just said. “I just- I really, really like you, and I didn’t know if you liked me, and when I saw what you drew, I got super happy because I wanted us to do those things, too, and I- well- I just-” He let out a pitiful whine, then went quiet.

Virgil simply smiled at him. “I didn’t think you felt the way I do. You definitely deserve better than me, an-”

“I will physically fight you!” he shouted, tackling him with a hug. “You’re perfect and beautiful and amazing just the way you are!”

He chuckled. “Are we still talking about me? I feel like you’re just listing facts about yourself, now.”

“Virgil, that’s very sweet, but I also want you to love yourself!”

“Can’t, I’m too busy loving you.” Patton responded with a frustrated whine. “...how about a movie?”

He perked up, smiling brightly with hope shining in his eyes. “Can we cuddle?”

“If you want, that’s-”

“Yay! I’ll go make the popcorn!”

Patton dashed into the kitchen, a happy bounce in his steps. The floating sparkles in the room seemed to follow him for a bit. In Virgil’s eyes, they only accentuated his beauty. With a gentle sigh and a soft smile, he felt the warmth in his chest grow as he fell further and further in love.

Chapter Seven: Framework

The sunlight shone on Virgil, giving him a golden glow while he slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s purple hair, enjoying the soft and silky feel. The butterflies in his stomach still haven’t gone away. It had been over an hour since they made their relationship official, but he thought the glittery feeling in his body would change into something...smooth. Maybe warm. Like hot chocolate!

Virgil sniffed, scratched his face, then moved closer, practically laying on top of Patton with his legs draped across his lap. He buried his face in his neck, hummed softly in content, then fell back asleep. Patton almost wanted to cry; how else could he express just how madly in love he was with someone so adorable?

His arms wrapped around Virgil’s body. He felt warmer without his jacket on, but his body was still somewhat cold. Is he always cold? Maybe that’s why he wears the jacket all the time; he just needs to keep all of his warmth in one place.

It was then Patton noticed he had spaced out, staring at Virgil’s face and rubbing his back. The staring may have been kind of creepy – he’s just so cute and peaceful when he sleeps! – but he knew Virgil was generally comfortable with him rubbing his back. It usually helped him calm down when he was panicking, or it made him feel better when something was wrong. Either that, or being pet on the head.

Patton’s hand moved as memories came back, gently petting Virgil’s head the way he did the first time he let him. He remembered the way Virgil relaxed, slow-blinking like a cat when he realized he actually liked it. Since then, it sort of became a way for Patton to show him that he was loved, even before he, well, loved him.

“Cold,” Virgil mumbled, bringing him back to reality.

Without missing a beat, Patton grabbed a blanket with his foot and pulled it up to cover them both. He felt a cold hand rest on his arm, and a small smile appeared on Virgil’s face with a quiet hum.

“Thanks, ba-” His body tensed up slightly. “Um, Pat.”

He knew what he was going to say. He knew Virgil was about to call him babe, but he stopped. He knew, and he wanted to say it, too, but he wanted Virgil to be comfortable saying it first. That way, they could use other cute nicknames in the future.

“You can say it,” he coaxed. Virgil shook his head in response. “Why not?”

Virgil started fidgeting. “...isn’t it kinda...early? Like, we just got together…” His voice trailed off as he tried to find other things to say. “Wouldn’t it be...a bit weird?”

“I don’t mind, but if it makes you feel weird, then that’s okay. It doesn’t have to be now.”

“...you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course! I’m your-” he giggled- “your boyfriend now.” He giggled again, vibrating with excitement. “Wow, it feels really good to say that!”

“I’m glad, because I’ll be saying it soon, too.”

“Aww, Virge!” He tightened his hug. “And if you ever wanna say any, y’know, cute nicknames, I’m totally fine with that. Just as long as you are, too.”

He scratched the back of his thumb, then rested his hand back on Patton’s arm. “Thanks...babe.”

With another giggle, he placed a kiss on Virgil’s head. “Anytime, sweetie.”

His smile grew a little brighter. “...can you keep, uh, doing the thing?” he nervously requested. “Please?”

Patton continued to pet him, letting him melt into his body with a contented sigh. After a few minutes, Virgil was limp, and his breathing became steady. Once again, he had fallen asleep in Patton’s embrace.

The sunset shone on them, giving them a golden glow while Virgil slept. Patton gently ran his fingers through Virgil’s soft hair, comforting him in his dream. The butterflies in his stomach had gone to bed, and the glitter in his body became smooth and warm, like hot chocolate was flowing through him. He was nervous – and he knew Virgil was, too – but as the world pieces back together, they will make a different picture than what’s on the box.

Taglist: @randomslasher @musikasworld @soft-transboy @fandersfic-moxiety

#moxiety #romantic moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #Picture Imperfect

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frost-skyder · 6 years ago

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Lombun (Art Theif) Using Alts to Harass Artist

Note: This person is harassing an artist they stole from, and has done so multiple times already, and continues to threaten them. They have block-evaded by making multiple accounts, but it’s obvious it’s the same person just on writing style alone and behavior.

Hey, so the asshole I talked about in this post is at it again block evading by making new accounts to harass the original artist.

The first account they used was https://www.deviantart.com/nikoruthewolf to pretend to be a friend and to block evade when their first account was blocked.

Using this account, they left a very disgusting note:

Then chose to make another account directly using the user’s username to harass them:

https://www.deviantart.com/fablokiiisahypocrite/art/--798762781

They are again faking being the “friend” like most people do when they can’t face problems they’ve caused. They are comparing using and crediting a base to art theft that they did, which makes no sense, and are showing that they are lombun just from the writing style alone. Here’s the screens down below in case they get banned for their behavior.

Basically they are proving that they are a scumbag, again!

Below is the initial reason and callout I had on tumblr before they falsely accused it of a DMCA violation and art theft:

Note: The purpose of this journal is to make people aware of the situation, and to avoid the user mentioned. Please do not go out of your way to harass this person, or even contact them. Block so they don't do this to your artwork, and don't promote their behavior.

I’m doing this from a limited machine so it won’t be as thorough as most of my user warnings, but the deviant :devlombun: is heavy reffing/tracing the artwork of another artist I know. It doesn’t matter if the work is old, it’s still theft.

Original:

Traced Version:

https://www.deviantart.com/lombun/art/Mountain-Mist-AKA-Mist-or-Misty-781415012

Screenshot in case they take it down:

Literally in several areas the lines line up. It's obvious they traced parts.

They’ve done it even more after looking at their tumblr.

Originals:

https://www.deviantart.com/fluffomaru/art/Agent-Coulson-319821181

Stolen:

https://lombun.tumblr.com/post/183087921096/lol-the-green-ones-leg-is-broken

They are absolutely blatant.

Original:

Traced Version:

Another version they just posted:

https://lombun.tumblr.com/post/183226994546/really-ruff-one-handed-sketch-you-can-even-watch

Read the description on dA. Astounding.

It's almost like...you can trace off a screen, and off your other work...or fucking heavily reference from a piece next to you.

This one is just as painfully obvious. Before I made this journal, they took it down because people commented saying what they did wasn't okay, but I saved the responses and how they treated the original artist who just said they weren't comfortable with their artwork being heavy reffed and traced. What they said and did shouldn't be swept under the rug, and I wouldn't be surprised if other pieces from their gallery are also traced from other artists.

When the artist said they were uncomfortable with their art being traced and heavily-referenced, they went on a disgusting diatribe and tried to make it about ableism, phobia, and criticize the artist for their own style.

They threw in "a learning disabled person" as if what Lokii said had anything to do with their neurodivergency. Also tried guilt-tripping by saying that their lineart is given to students their mom works with. As an educator, I'm going to point out that none of us want stolen work given to our children. We want to promote artist integrity and literally you learn in school to not plagiarize. Besides sounding like an absolutely fake scenario, it isn't something schools would tolerate if they were aware.

They also continue to use the word "trigger" like a buzzer, when the artist never referred to themself as this. They said they were uncomfortable and rightly so. Nor were they even aggressive in their comment, and Lombun chose to lash out. They also chose to compare the artist's old work to a random toy they found, when neither of them look similar to each other. Besides them looking like a horse, the drawing and the toy look nothing alike. None of it looks traced, or even referenced. The only similarity is that the toy is arranged in a similar pose, which is a common pose for toy horses.

Then went on a spiel about how they are trans, bisexual, having a bad ex, that they are a rape victim, and other bullshit that has nothing to do with their tracing. They went on an absolute rant, trying to use every single "I'm in a bad position don't expect me to be responsible for my own actions" guilt-trip, throwing people in those situations under the bus as well. I'm trans, gay, neurodivergent, and also a victim of sexual coercion but that doesn't excuse me doing terrible things if I commit them? It's almost like your identity and trauma doesn't justify being a horrible person...

Oh, not to mention the threatening about taking it to other social media to slander them, again using "Triggered Hypocrite" as if that's an acceptable term to use.

This isn't even where they ended their horrid rant.

They derail about it solely being about the pose, when it is obvious they heavily referenced and traced. I this nothing to do with the damn pose. It's the fact that they obviously copied.

The artist never alluded to owning the pose, nor was that the original issue. They continue to make it about them being personally harassed, refer to the artist as being entitled and "crying in a corner" because their art was blatantly ripped off.

The only reason the piece was taken down was because a few people were willing to point out how terrible they responded, and how obvious it was that they copied. Literally the only reason this piece is down now. I'm thoroughly disgusted by all of this. Thank you to the people who chose to speak up and notify the artist that they were being copied, and thank you to those who saw what this person said, and didn't look the other way.

The reason I'm still posting this journal despite the artwork being taken down is because of the reasons below:

1. Tried to use being trans and neurodivergent as some sort of bargaining chip and as if that somehow came into play with their tracing. Not to mention using trauma to derail why the artist was upset.

• Being trans and neurodivergent myself, I'm absolutely disgusted by this. Don't drag all of us down by fucking using our identity and mental health as some justification of your thievery, and make us all look bad by acting as if your divergency and identity is somehow connected with how shitty you're being.

Being LGBTQ+ or neurodivergent is no fucking excuse to be a horrible person.

2. Pulled comparisons that were not connected, nor made sense to try and shame the original artist.

• The art pieces they compared looked nothing like what they tried to compare it to, nor was it blatant tracing and heavy referencing. They compared an old art piece to a toy which literally didn't look similar at all. They also tried to use this to somehow shame the artist and make it seem as if they were the ones copying? Basically a red herring technique to distract from their behavior.

3. Threatened defamation, used ableist language, and basically lied about what the original artist said.

• They threatened to post what happened on another site, calling the artist a "triggered hypocrite." If they are neurodivergent, or actually know what trigger means at-fucking-all, they'd know that using it in that context is extremely ableist, demeaning, and in this case not even accurate. Using that term to try to cause harm to others or shame them is inherently ableist due to what the word actually stands for, and what it has to do with PTSD, neurodivergency, mental illness, trauma, etc. Basically they were purposely being disgusting and threatening to cause this original artist harm.

This kind of behavior isn't acceptable nor should it be tolerated. Theft is already disgusting, but how they went out of their way to reach this low is absolutely stunning and despicable. I suggest that if this person tries to watch you or favorite any of your things, block them immediately. If you find out their Toyhouse or other media, I suggest blocking those too so they can't see your older art pieces or your characters. It's obvious that they show no remorse for their actions, nor care about artists.

#art theft #scamming #beware #user beware #art theif #studio bullshit

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monstergf-fr · 6 years ago

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lair review for limanya/peacevine!!

@peacevine i’m sorry if this is bad, rip, it’s my first go at giving a review! i apologise for how long this took, i didn’t have a lot of energy so i did my best to ration and write in bursts. (i also checked bios for pronouns, but if i couldn’t find any i just referred to their lineart gender, so apologies if i’m using the wrong ones for any of your dragons!!) i hope things start lookin up for you <3

okay so first impressions: your lair is so colourful and bright? upon clicking on the first page i see so many lovely kiddos & it’s gonna be super hard for me to pick just a few hh also i spy an imp called haku, bless, he’s so handsome?

astraeus, mnemosyne, caide and peya are so dang gorgeous - maybe it’s my love for pastels, or the pink lemonade aesthetic, but they all caught my eye right away. caide’s accent is honestly the most perfect thing, it suits her so well? and i’ve never really found a tapir dragon i love but i can now say that i have, she just makes it work. her eyes are a really nice feature, too? i’m usually super big on matching eyes but i love how dark they are, they really stand out. nemo (or syne? both would b cute nicknames for her) is stunning, too - she just has such a gorgeous palette that’s really brought out by her apparel. she’s adorably frilly and pretty, she and her familiar are such a cute pair. peya is such a soft boy? and astraeus is literal sunshine, he’s so bright and shiny!! cherub looks absolutely darling on him and his tiny little tail bow is just the sweetest.

soltnar is also one of the ones who instantly caught my eye - her combination of muted grey and orange is really unusual but works so well!! and gosh do i love her apparel and accent combo, i could swear that accent was just made for her, she looks stunning!! reading her lore, i have to say your writing style is so so good, the second little paragraph’s phrasing is most excellent and just brings so much life to her character. and of course, reading her bio lead me to her sister who is suuupper pretty. (i love how they have art from the same artists, that’s adorable.) and just like her sister, i swear that accent was made just for her - along with her apparel, the toned-down brown is a lovely compliment to her brighter colour scheme.

ok wow, please allow me ten more hours to cry over fable, i think i’m in love. he’s honestly ethereal and if i could steal him i probably would. lorewise, please allow me once again to gush about your writing style, bc heck?? you give me so much inspiration for my own lore because your words are so smooth and flow so well and i hope you know that. ok i’m two setences in and i have a desperate need to hug this sweet noodle. 10/10 would protect. ok i’ve just finished and i swear you almost made me cry - i’m so glad he has bai but please someone just hug him already

speakING OF bai, i have seen so much art of this perfect little monstrosity on tumblr and i was super keen to jump into their lore!! (speaking of art every single piece is perfect and so dang sweet.) i love how it’s from fable’s perspective, that’s really clever and makes for such an interesting insight into both their characters? each entry is super intriguing and structured in such a way that i’m racing to read the next have i said i love your lore & writing already? no? let’s fix that. the piece written from their perspective is marvellous and sad and oh no i’m having so many feelings about this sweet lost child. bai is honestly one of the most creative character concepts i’ve come across on this site; the delicate balance between resting in canon lore and being a fully realised creation is astounding, and super clever. one final note: i freakin adore that their familiar is a hydra, that’s the cutest.

metal is a beauty - her apparel is a wonderful contrast to her colours and they really bring out the best in each other. the combination of all those different sets is real nice, too!! but oh man are you good at getting me attached to your lair of lost kids, i’m so glad metal found a home, but i hope she finds her family and lets them know she’s safe and well, too.

honorable mentions include:

deemo is a perfect piano noodle and his colours are just so so lovely with that accent. sing us a song, you’re the piano man. i also really love how the blue flowers in his bio also bring out the slight blue tint in his eyes c:

it may be that i just have a huge soft spot for brown dergs, but allegro is another one of my favs in your lair. her apparel matching is to die for, and i love her arcane eyes, they really make her stand out!

khorne is just, wow. i thought i went through and came out the other side of the xxy blood (or sanguine)/gold (or yellow-ish colour) craze but i was proven very wrong when this gorgeous gal popped up. she honestly doesn’t need any other apparel than her halo, because she’s a statement piece on her own.

#lair review #since when do i tag anything?#whoops

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yourhealthmattersblog · 4 years ago

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This can be a mild romance

it is a lot of a spoiler

manga online - when I assumed this out from the very verdict we 'd of the manga/anime-- that the notice continues to be delivered to the main female of the account, Naho, from ten years later. That notification has things that she, Naho, within the future really wishes to repair so she even more regret them, the biggest one being worrying the exchange student, Kakeru, who's no more with them these ten years later.

It is virtually confirmed that it was by factor for damage. You do not have to be informed that this is the reason Kakeru isn't later on with each other.

I will certainly say to begin with, that it might be very easy to have actually frustrated by the level of smoothness or even the actions whilst the story proceeds, but I believe that if one appears that dissatisfaction in the numbers and is like it is a downside of the mangaka, that you are completely wrong.

The tale of manga online goes nicely in to the psychological turmoil that continues within the mind of somebody that is depressed. So itis not truly a drawback of the mangaka, like a matteroffact, it's really an outstanding picture of a person that is really depressed.

The rest of the history might show up a little of the pietistic variation of what connections must be, nonetheless itis of what it should certainly be an eye-catching concept.

Put within the footwear of those figures. Here is the tale regarding someone who is attempting to preserve her good friend from minimizing his life limited. If you recognized you can return and also alter the past, return as well as alter one-word to be able to save the life span of the dear friend of yours you mentioned, one-action, can you do it? Simply just how much can you jeopardize to be able to do this, even though you understood that on anything you 'd miss out in your future?

To conserve someone's life very vital for you, just how much would you get as well as what could you do? I believe this is the most significant factor to take into consideration when reviewing this manga.

It is a large quantity of what I discussed previously, but this tale does an incredibly great work at standing for the mind of somebody whois annoyed, and individuals around them who try to aid them. This can be a mild romance, however itis a whole lot greater than just a romance. It enters into the numerous sort of enjoys, specifically the Traditional Philia. Possibly this is specifically why it captured out in my experience a lot, considering that it does not just concentrate on the love in between B and also X, like most of shoujos focuses a lot about the need for relationship, and also do.

It's truly a bit corny, specific, however itis far more and also incredibly stunning than you would think of pressing.

Art: 10

The-art is quite doubtful, however it does too much to help making use of the state of mind. Questionable art is demonstrated to be softer about the eyes than washed lineart, and hence, so, although not simply does the tale be successful dramatically in position this gentle, moderate feeling does the art. The sensation described within the people of the figures, also their eyes-- at developing this tale definitely pleasurable to see Takano does a remarkable job.

Personality: 10

hellsing manga some can be a tiny pietistic, plus some could specify that individuals similar to this do not actually exist in real life, yet I disagree entirely. There'll continuously be a number of individuals within the hundreds, millions, that are although nearly all people arenot such as this in actual life. This history does an incredible work in diving to a far more amazing technique of representing it via their appearance, and also the mind of every figure, to determine exactly how they pick up. It is through this subtlety that each personality is and that individuals can conveniently see how.

Fulfillment: 10

Ok, I am not necessarily appreciating the truth that my face injures from keeping myself from sobbing very loud and weeping hard, like there is no tomorrow, however I flew with this story. To ensure that as an email-- I am bound to buy the manga. Definitely. That is worth a reread or twenty.

Overall: 10

And that I'll state yes, I'm prejudiced, since this strikes close to home. I recognize what it is choose to be annoyed, the feeling of not attempting to harm others, the sensation of attempting to protect others. However Lemon is among the most wonderful experiences I Have ever reviewed. I will certainly additionally offer you realize that almost after each area complying with the degree the Anime went to (back then of developing this evaluation, reveal 5), I could not stop sobbing. I also -out burst out within a terrible sob.

manga online can be a manga I'll always remember when checking out manga online, which I want the anime does an excellent work standing for how wonderful this story is. It deserves it You might also want to check https://sorelldifilippout1.wixsite.com/healthandwellness/post/1a0b8kmxl6cmc3joxcpcfc1601817225 related stories and information

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thefoodwiththedood · 8 years ago

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Hey look, some new OCs with an actual theme and purpose for existing! I mentioned in Hes and Cerate’s backstory posts that they fight alongside the “Devaron’s Angels”—a rebel cell dedicated to fighting the Imperial presence on Devaron, while also vying for social and governmental reform. Well, here’s just a taste of what that rebel cell is comprised of: from left to right, meet Gemre G’vund, Russoc Dhaalgondt, 0R-D3, and Vononnue D’ruexieq! Together with Hes and Cer, they pilot Hes’s ship: the heavily-modified Freefall-class bomber, the “Lady Lucy” (pictured above, colors by me and lineart by @empress-only-in-name). I really love how these guys turned out, so yeah, lemme know what you guys think! :D

Just as with all my OCs, the backstories of the new four are below:

Russoc (Russ, for short) was the first to meet Hes, and he was one of the few people to see her before she became a leader. When Hes was still living on the streets of Montellian Serat, Russ—a retired soldier turned farmer—would take pity on her, always saving a few bits of food for her when he’d go to town to sell his harvest. However, as much as Russ loved his simple farm life with his husband and daughters, his little vegetable stand was never enough to pay the new, heavy taxes levied by the rising Empire. He tried his bet to pay his debts but, one day, the Empire grew tired of waiting. As the story goes, late one night Russ came home from Montellian Serat to find his home and fields in flames. He thought it to be a freak accident at first, but then he saw the stormtroopers brandishing flamethrowers outside. This, coupled with the realization that his family would have been asleep inside, sent him into a blind rage. He immediately rushed the troopers, managing to pierce his horns through one’s stomach and fight the others off with the trooper’s limp body still hanging from his head. He managed to kill four more troopers with his bare hands before the rest brought him to his knees, stunning him multiple times and sawing off his horns to prevent any further gorings. Bloodied and beaten, Russ was taken back to prison in Montellian Serat to await his proper execution, but before it could be done, an angel swooped in and saved him. That is to say, the newly-formed Devaron’s Angels raided his prison in order to rescue allies of theirs, and among all the chaos, the recently recruited Hes Chaddic noticed Russ: the kind soul who had helped her to stay alive all those years ago. She decided to return the favor; she freed him of his restraints and helped him to his feet before offering him her spare blaster. Russ didn’t take it right away, but as he thought of his position, he realized he really had nothing left to lose, and right then and there he joined the Devaron’s Angels. Since then, Russ has been one of Hes’s best friends and a great asset to the Angels—not only is he a strong and experienced soldier, but he’s pretty much the only one of the Angels who can kill a stormtrooper face-to-face and feel no remorse at all. This led Hes to choose him for the “Lady Lucy”’s crew when she rose to power amongst the Angels, electing to have him in the rear gunners position, just so he could kill all the troopers his heart desired.

Vononnue (or Vonnie, for short) was the next Angel Hes recruited. As the daughter of a starfighter mechanic operating out of the city of Plaeree, Vonnie grew up around and had a natural talent with ships, and she often entered illegal podraces with the hope of winning cash rewards just to put food on the table for her and her father. She often did win, too, yet when the Empire started cracking down on anti-gambling and anti-podracing laws, the money all but stopped coming in. Soon after, the D’ruexieq’s repair business went bust, and Vonnie and her father began to starve just so they could keep a roof over their heads. It was when Vonnie’s father began to fall ill that she realized something had to be done. She began stealing food and medicine from Imperial strongholds around Plaeree, always managing to evade the authorities with the help of her old racing pod, the “Happabore”, which was both strong and fast enough to push past an Imperial troop transport without so much as a scratch. On one such job, Vonnie and the Devaron’s Angels happened to be hitting up the same base, and after they both made their escape, Hes commended Vonnie for her skills as a pilot, and offered her a position with the Angels. Vonnie explained that she really only stole enough for her and her father, but when Hes promised to share the Angels’ stash of medical supplies and food, she gladly accepted the offer. Nowadays, Vonnie’s father serves as a mechanic for the Angel’s fleet of ships, and Vonnie herself serves as the “Lady Lucy”‘s pilot—Hes was never too good at dogfighting, so she was happy to take a backseat to her more experienced and talented ally.

While the previous two had families they loved before the Devaron’s Angels, Gemre was not so lucky. Born to a family of politicians in Montellian Serat, Gemre—previously named Ghurussa, before he came out as trans—was expected to maintain the proper, distinguished visage common among the higher-class females on Devaron. Despite his parents’ best efforts, however, Gemre refused to fall in line with that way of life, often sneaking off to hang out with the far more scrappy and fun-loving boys a few neighborhoods away. All the while, tensions between him and his parents grew, and they finally came to a head when he came out as trans, and asked that he be called Gemre from then on. His parents, the fundamentalists that they were, saw his transition as not just as an unnatural perversion of his gender, but of his social standing—”how dare you lower yourself to the men’s level”, they said. After a fierce shouting match, Gemre, only fifteen years old at the time, walked out of his family’s home, never to return. Soon after, during a raid of an Imperial base in Montellian Serat, Hes found Gemre living on the streets, much as she’d done when she was his age. While the rest of the Angels fought for the base, Hes sat beside Gemre and offered him her spare ration pack, and he told her his story. As she spoke, her feelings toward him went from pity to empathy, and she shared her own story. The two spend the evening laughing together, while explosions and gunfire erupted from the Imperial base not far off. When the raid was done, Hes helped Gemre to his feet and offered him a position among the Angels’ ranks. With the promise of not only food and shelter but a new family that accepted him for who he was, he gladly accepted the offer. From then on, Gemre served as the mechanic on the “Lady Lucy”—something it certainly needed, since the thing needed constant in-flight maintenance just to make sure it didn’t explode on its own. What’s more, since she believes a soldier’s at his best when he’s comfortable in his own skin, Hes dedicates a small portion of her share of the Angels’ “earnings” to fund Gemre’s transition, and now, with her help, his horns are finally growing in, and he’s finally starting to feel happy again.

Sappy backstories are great and all, but honestly, 0R-D3 just exists for shits and giggles. His conception occurred one night when Hes got bored and decided she wanted a droid, and for the next week she, Gemre, and Cerate all worked together to build one. The only problem was none of them had any business building a droid; Hes had no knowledge of mechanics whatsoever, Gemre was really only experienced with ships, and Cerate’s only knowledge of programming came from old, tattered and stolen books. When all was said and done, 0R-D3 (or Oh-Ar, for short) contained parts from an imperial sentry droid, a B2 battle droid, a couple astromechs, some protocol droids, a magna-guard, plus some other odds-and-ends from ships and a speeder engine powering him. His code was simple, his construction was wonky, but somehow, he sprang to life. He began to speak in broken, garbled binary, and immediately Cer and Gemre began having second thoughts about their “creation”. Hes, however, was overjoyed—immediately, she threw her arms around the new droid, declaring he was her new boyfriend. Soon after, in realizing that heavy lifting was all he was really good for, Hes employed Orde as the bombardier on the “Lady Lucy”, and to this day he remains a beloved staple of the Devaron’s Angels and Hes’s pride and joy. In a way, they see him as a symbol of their rebellion—badly designed and badly constructed, yet somehow, he works.

OKAY, so those all went on longer than I thought, but hey, lemme know what you think of these guys! :D

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