#in which the “whites” of their eyes are facial markings and their “pupils” are the whole eye itself. They got beady lil hamster eyes.

[citrus-soda]

i wanna see how youd go about dororos blue eyes.....

a heem heem... whimper...

Even If its unrealistic, I personally like the pupil-less look just since that's what Dororo's rocking in canon. I'm used to it I suppose? It does make him look like he's got giant eyes though. (Which is kinda the point of the false sclera idea....)

Staring at you.

[rustingways]

I just had an interesting thought or maybe its stupid, feel free to ignore this if you think so😂 But in the books Armand is nearly killed by a poisoned blade, right? And in the show it says he nearly died from an illness. Wouldn't it be interesting if 'the illness' was actually the poison. What if it was from the blade and he still had the scar? I just think that would be so interesting. Also imagine Daniel tenderly kissing that scar😭

I went to answer this this morning then watched in horror as my entire post evaporated while switching apps, so here’s take two!

If you haven’t read TVA, yes, Armand’s death is brought about by a poisoned blade. Without getting too bogged down in the why, chapter six opens with his duel against Lord Harlech and Armand admitting he’s not great with a sword, but not knowing what else to do in the moment. He gets caught once on his left arm. And once on his face. Unfortunately for Harlech…

Amadeo is coveted for his beauty. Armand describes this as vanity, but I think this scene can be interpreted as Harlach infringing on Armand’s sense of worth by slicing his face, and Armand abandoning any sense of self-preservation to retaliate (winning him the duel). The poison overwhelms him in less than a few days.

In the novels, there’s a HUGE emphasis on how flawless, poreless, smooth, and increasingly firm vampiric skin is, likened to satin or marble. Daniel’s human teeth can’t pierce Armand’s skin, and Lestat describes feeding from Akasha as breaking through a crust or shell. I think the movie adaptation addressed that with eerie makeup choices (pale white skin and vivid blue veins) but I suspect the series has foregone that particular aspect of vampirism, as it can quickly devolve into a focus on how pale they are and how they become paler over time. I think the show has chosen instead to convey the visible uncanniness of vampires with their eyes (aggressive contact colors, giant pupils, Armand’s…. shivery eye thing), which strikes me as a good and sensible choice, and permits for a diverse cast without making any…questionable or outright racist choices with the lore.

BUT the show has established that being turned heals wounds with Claudia’s turning. Not Louis’ version (or rather, Claudia’s), but Lestat’s. Covered in burns and not a mark to show for it post vampirism.

I think the implication in the show is that Amadeo was suffering some sort of wasting illness before being turned. Possibly he was suffering for months to years before being turned (unlike the few days of poison). Had a poisoned blade left some sort of disfiguring facial scar on Amadeo, it ABSOLUTELY would’ve reduced his worth to Marius. But it’s INCREDIBLY likely that Amadeo’s worth was already somewhat reduced in Marius’ eyes by the time he was turned in the show, especially given Armand’s “meatier in the forearms” comment.

But… you can certainly poison someone slowly over time in a way that seems like a wasting illness, can’t you? This delightful post links to a whole essay deep diving into a particular character featured in both TVA and Blood and Gold and certain… motivations she might have in that regard. Nothing confirmed, of course, but you might be on to something, anon.

That being said, an AU where Daniel does get to tenderly kiss Armand’s scars 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 you must be trying to kill me. I really hope we get to see some tenderness of theirs in the future, but I expect the upcoming season to feature them at their most fucked up, tbh. I won’t be complaining. I will be enjoying it. Very much. Like a sicko.

Thank you for the ask, anon, this was a fun breakdown to think about!

[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂 9948 𝒆 — 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒆◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “ooo so clever, but can you outsmart the trickster hmm ? ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ verse ꒱ 9948e

. ˚◞꒰ face claim refs ꒱

. ˚◞꒰ species ꒱ kitsune

. ˚◞꒰ ethnicity ꒱ japanese

. ˚◞꒰ age ꒱ 23 . . . ?

. ˚◞꒰ gender ꒱ genderfluid

. ˚◞꒰ mbti ꒱ enfp

. ˚◞꒰ aliases ꒱ sakura shi ( 桜死 ) , the lunatic, the laughing fox, the pink fox

. ˚◞꒰ appearance ꒱

𖹭. takara has long, straight pink hair that extends down to her lower back flowing beautifully as they move. and often in male form they tend to tie their hair in a high ponytail. their bangs styled to accentuate the masculine look.

𖹭. and oh. . . those pink eyes with slitted pupils that constrict when they get excited, flickering about when they see something they like, when the sun hits them. they become even more vibrant than they already are.

𖹭. and on the top of their head, we see a pair of pink fox ears that match the color of their hair, while further down their body, we see a long, fluffy fox tail with a white tip.

𖹭. they have slightly tanned skin and stands at a height of 6’2” ( 187.96 cm ) with a lean and fit build developed from their running and acrobatics.

𖹭. and when they open their mouth to speak, you see sharp pair of canines in her upper front and lower front rows.

𖹭. her nails, she keeps sharp, and claw-like, most often the tips of them are painted pink

𖹭. with the lick of her tongue across her lips, one may catch glimpse of the silver midline tongue piercing

𖹭. and as for her left brow, she dorns it with a silver vertical brow piercing

𖹭. scattered across her ears are piercings with small trinkets hanging from them, from silver and pink pendants to small tassels

𖹭. most often dresses in their culture’s traditional clothing, styling them with modern, cyberpunk twists to them from time to time.

𖹭. becomes increasingly more fox-like and monstrous the more feral they get. with black sclera, rows of sharp teeth and claws showing. even their facial features morph into the slight fox-like ones

𖹭. sometimes wears a half mask, covering the bottom of their face to leave enemies interpeting whether they are grinning or scowling as they slash them into pieces

 

. ˚◞꒰ personality ꒱

𖹭. always searching for fun and chaos. absolutely detests boredom and is always looking for something new to indulge in

𖹭. doesn’t take many people seriously. has quite the love for riling people up and seeing how they tick

𖹭. has quite the love for humour and is always looking for a good laugh. has quite the humour themselves. also pairs in well with their mischievousness

𖹭. might come of as very oblivious to the world around them - almost as though they don’t fit in the world around them

𖹭. in actuality, is extremely cunning and calculative. hides it with the chaos inducing attitude and ‘obliviousness’. a very sly person

𖹭. doesn’t have a short temper in the slightest but loves when someone actually manages to get on their nerves

𖹭. can be quite sadistic. they enjoy playing around with their prey

𖹭. has quite the bloodlust. along with violent nogitsune urges - those of which they get out through their mercenary work

 

. ˚◞꒰ with a lover ꒱

𖹭. very physically affectionate. always has to be touching or holding you in some way. will hang off of you in any way that they can, whining if you do not return their affection or they feel that you are ignoring them

𖹭. one of their main love languages is displayed through food. they have a love for cooking and sometimes cook little treats and meals for you

𖹭. can get quite jealous of those around you, which can very quickly bleed into possessiveness. they are a borderline yandere and do not take kindly to people trying to ‘steal you away’ from them

𖹭. on that note, absolutely loves marking you up. they have a bit of biting problem and always have to be latching their teeth onto you in some way, shape or form

𖹭. teases you so much. they love getting reactions out of you and riling you up in any way that they can - but are surprisingly sensible to what limits they shouldn’t cross. the last thing they want to do is genuinely upset you

𖹭. enjoy taking you to their treehouse and hiding you away for a bit. . . foxes do have the trait of hiding the things most precious to them after all

𖹭. loves lazy morning with you where the both of you can just stay in bed for a few hours and just cuddle. they sometimes end up smothering you with so much love and affection and kisses and -

𖹭. going on walks with you is another thing that they quite enjoy. especially late night walks

𖹭. will take you to visit the spirit realm so that they can get up to all sorts of shenanigans with you, but will keep you at their side at all times - of course

𖹭. can be quite protective over you other than the possessiveness. if someone hurts you in any way, shape, or form - it gets ugly

 

. ˚◞꒰ strengths ꒱

𖹭. kitsunebi: otherwise known as ‘fox fire’. the ability to summon and utilise a type of fire unique to kitsune. is also able to communicate with their fox fire as one would a familiar

𖹭. shape shifting: the ability to take on the appearance of any being they have come in contact with

𖹭. spirit magic: otherwise known as trickster magic. an ability that derives from the spirit realm and allows a user to cast all sorts of whimsical and wacky spells; such as illusions

𖹭. possession: the ability to enter and possess living creature’s bodies

𖹭. enhances senses and physique: night vision, sixth sense, enhances senses, enhanced bodily function

𖹭. quick wit: naturally quick witted

𖹭. combat: highly skilled in martial arts and combat

𖹭. weaponry: is knowledgeable on numerous weaponry combat

 

. ˚◞꒰ weaknesses ꒱

𖹭. dogs: kitsune are naturally very afraid of dogs and tend to get scared off by them, takara is no exception

𖹭. tails: if a kitsune’s tails are cut off, the kitsune will undergo a slow and painful death

𖹭. cultivators: nogitsune can be banished back to the spirit realm by cultivators and are affected heavily by their purification spells

𖹭. nogitsune traits: tends to be affected by nogitsune’s natural crave for violence, which might result in them becoming erratic, manic or bloodthirsty. they tend to try and get these urges out through mercenary work though

 

. ˚◞꒰ relationships ꒱

𖹭. zhào yìzé: boyfriend, work partner

𖹭. yuè mèng yáo: Has adopted Mèng Yáo as her motherly figure in law, really fond of her.

𖹭. zhào mùchén: despises him.

𖹭. zhào jìngyí: another bestie, gets weird looks when she talks to him

𖹭. zhào hàoyŭ: friend

𖹭. zhào hǎitāo: best friend

𖹭. zhào xīyáng: accquainted

𖹭. zhào yŭ xī: good friend, bullies them.

𖹭. rasui: boss, the fatherly figure that stepped up for her and other depressed mercenaries

𖹭. takeya: really bad terms.

 

. ˚◞꒰ story ꒱

chaos flowing through their veins. a violent taste at the tip of their tongue and a bite for danger — the kitsune himself, shimada takara.

the journey to stray from boredom is never ending for this individual, who finds themselves stationed in the circle of veils mercenary syndicate. masking her nogitsune nature and getting her violent urges out with each strike of her tachi.

a wild soul always finding something to grin or tease about. the visage of obliviousness often overshadows his true passion — seeing what makes people tick.

while she is not easily angered by people, she certainly loves when some manage to do just that.

 

. ˚◞꒰ extra ꒱

𖹭. she works as a mercenary for the circle of veils and the thorn syndicate

𖹭. switches between genders frequently

𖹭. one of their bestest friends is yìzé’s pet snake - mr. squiggles.

𖹭. not particularly fond of dogs

𖹭. absolutely loves katsudon

𖹭. she cooks a lot and has a passion for it

𖹭. one of her favourite hobbies is bothering yìzé

𖹭. tries to hide the things most important to her

𖹭. likes giving gifts to the people they appreciate

[adobe-outdesign]

If you are still talking about neopets designs, plz review lutari? I always wanted one of them

Lutari are probably most well-known for being one of the limited pets on the site, only being able to be made on their pet day and previously connected to the long-defunct Neopets Mobile game from back in the flip phone days. It's to the extreme where you can't even put one up for adoption, with them just running away instead of going to the pound. (Side note: TNT should re-release Lutari Island as a main site feature and make it so you can always create a Lutari while visiting. But I digress.)

Lutari are mostly just otters, but their very distinct, mottled markings, huge claws, and fluffy, curly tails are pretty distinct and make them feel unique, even though they're otherwise pretty straightforward. I like the amount of detail present; they have just the right balance of color, with white underbellies, black claws and noses, and two shades of the main color for their bodies, all of which is carefully balanced as to not be too busy. Overall, they're pretty dang nice... though they do have one drawback.

Considering that Lutari were released only shortly before conversion happened, you would think that they wouldn't have changed much other than losing their swimming pose (which is a shame, but a necessary change for customization). But in actuality, they actually changed quite a bit in various subtle ways, ending up with completely different proportions, markings, facial structure, and more. Here's a really great redraw that's more accurate to the original design, which really highlights the differences between the two:

The eyes are a completely different shape and the pupils are smaller, the mouth is smaller, the ears a completely different shape, the feet are weirdly elongated, the tail is less swirly... and they're such weird changes, because none of them actually have to do with customization.

Another good example of the changes made is Mr. Chipper, who was, weirdly enough, released prior to the Lutari species as a whole. He stands bipedally, and thus shows what a converted Lutari should've looked like. Also of note is the markings, which for some reason became weirdly angular on converted Lutari and less organic than they were originally.

And don't get me wrong, converted Lutaris are still fine, and are by no means ruined or anything like that. It's just a shame that they're less cute than they used to be, and that seemingly little care was put in to convert them properly.

Favorite Colours:

Maraquan: I went over this already in my Maraquan colour review so I won't go into too much detail here, but this design (based off a user submission) is beautiful. I love the use of an axoltle as a base, the pink and cream colors are lovely, and the gill ears are just perfect.

Pirate: While this design is pretty good as a whole, with a nice grey base with a few bright red accents and a properly cutthroat expression, it's the way they managed to seamlessly and subtly work a skull into the tail markings that really earns it a spot on this list. 10/10 no notes.

Faerie: While a little on the busy side, the faerie Lutari is quite pretty. The light green, blue and pink color palette works perfectly, and the beautiful swirled body markings work off of the Lutari's default markings perfectly. The wings also compliment it will, matching both the body colors and the intricate designs.

As an added benefit, you can also get a very pretty, less busy design out of this by using wings-be-gone, which arguably looks even better than the full color. I appreciate that kind of versatility.

BONUS: Camouflage isn't anything crazy, and it's not even all that camouflage-ish, but honestly I just really like this design. The use of a neutral palette and gradients creates a lovely and distinct color that's quite appealing for those who want a more realistic otter look or those, like me, who just like subtle and simple designs.

[skullytotheark]

Meet My Oc!

"Dominic Remison" aka Grimace

Information below:

Name: Dominic Remison

Age: 20 to 23

Date of birth: 30/8/####

Height: 5'8 to 5'11

Nationality: America

Ethnicity: Australian

Physical Appearance: Dominic Remison is a male who has brown messy medium length hair, Small chin stubble [similar to shaggy from scooby doo], Bright blue eyes with cross shaped pupils, a large lightning shaped scar on the left side of his face, Noticeable moles on his face & neck [one near right eye, one on front of neck, right side of neck, and left cheek].

Canon Clothing / attire: Dominic is typically seen wearing a zip up navy blue hoodie with a black turtleneck underneath, with a set of dark gray pants, Dock martian boots, black winter gloves and a white mask that is a reflection of his own face. having gritting teeth and tired eyes painted onto it reflecting how much internal pain he is in and how tired he is.

Overall Personality: Dominic is often a very social and kind person, Often putting other people’s needs instead of his own. A good example of this act is when he donned the “Grimace” persona to protect other people from the Entity that stalks him, not wanting other people to get hurt. He’s also very polite and typically very friendly towards other people, Of course his good nature and his ability to trust people easily will be his downfall.

Headcanons [More soon]:

Canon: Grimace tends to pause in between sentences every now and then, The reasoning behind this is from the constant electric torture he was exposed to while in the facility

Non Canon: Grimace has a massive circle & a x symbol burnt into his back from an entity called the “Watchman,” Whenever the entity is within presence of Grimace a horrible burning feeling comes from the burn mark which is so painful it often sends him thriving in pain on the ground

Semi canon: Grimace used to play a guitar which originally belonged to his Father however ever since the facility he rarely touches it. Mostly because he forgot how to play

Canon: Before Dominic's life spiraled down and he was living a normal life, He was extremely hyper fixated on fugis of all sort. Having multiple books about fungi and that have ever been recorded

Lore / origins:

While on his way to a highschool party. Dominic Remisons encounters a strange being known as the Watchman while in the woods, When face to face with the entity it attacks him as he narrowly escapes with his life. After this encounter Dominic’s life seemingly spirals downwards as Dom begins to lose everyone who has ever been close to him thanks to the entity that now stalks him, Slowly but surely using the people around him as food while also spreading it's influence and chaos throughout the small town. Slowly but surely Dominic would begin to isolate himself from the outside world. However Dominic is soon kidnapped by followers of the Watchman and after defending himself from the deluded sheep, When killing most of the cultists when an unknown sense of adrenaline takes over his body Dominic unwillingly becomes a new host of violence for the Watchman. Meaning wherever he goes the entity will forever follow, Feeding on the conflict around Dom like a parasite. Slowly attempting to pick away at his sanity until he becomes and unwilling servant like the rest. Not wanting anyone else to be harmed by this entity Dominic dons a mask persona and attempts scares those who enter the deepest depths of the forest away so the entity can not prey upon them

References:

Canonical clothing:

Info: When dawning his new persona, He figured he rather be warm during the harsh cold nights of the forest instead freezing his ass off. Not to mention he doesn't really know how to design a 'psychopath' for his persona.

Mask reference:

Info: The mask was made to be a grim reflection of Dominic, Being tired scared and hurt..

Face reference:

Info: Dominic is your everyday kinda guy, Having soft features and a roundish facial structure. Having Messy medium lenght hair, noticable moles on his face along with abit of chin stubble and slightly pale skin

Official story:

[rjalker]

just the art (Click here for the 5k word story that the art is for)

How it started:

[ID: A digital drawing of characters from the book Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions. In the foreground is the narrator, a square who is orange, green and pink, with the pink forming a shape like a blobby fish with a single purple eye on its back. On each of his corners are small white triangle markings facing inward, helping to disguise his true eye, which faces upward as he falls.

He is labeled, “Raymond, he/him/his/himself, 2D square”, and “[Getting ejected from the Third Dimension for speculating about the existance of the Fourth and beyond”.

Above him in the distance is a pale red sphere with darker red and blue markings, still with one hand out stretched after throwing Raymond. The other arm ends around the elbow. Xet is labeled, “Kormance, xet/xev/xel/xevself, 3D sphere”. End ID.]

how it's going:

[ID: A digital drawing of two characters based on the book Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions, drawn against a grey-blue background. In the foreground is a royal blue circle covered with pale yellow stars, labeled, "Ted, they/them/their/themself, 4D vwindir”, and “[patiently waiting for a reply]”. They have no limbs or facial features visible. Behind them is a pale red sphere with a single eye and two arms, one of which ends around the elbow, with darker red and blue markings, labeled “Kormance, xet/xev/xel/xevself, 3D Sphere”, and “[conception of the world being hastily rewired]”. Kormance is staring at Ted with xel diamond-shaped pupil dilated, and a blank expression of shock and consternation. End ID.]

[jakkon-and-rose-topic]

Character Descriptions - for @ashthedrawer and any other artists

Jak (Before the major trauma)

He stood a good head and a half taller than her with curly black hair held back in a short ponytail. He waved, the smile crossing his lips warm and comforting despite his sharp teeth. Three claw-like scars scored the left side of his face, ending just under his eye. His freckles and tanned skin suggested too many hours in the sun. Darker, thicker skin covered his hands, fading from black at the tips of his fingers to the normal tan at his wrists. Cream-colored horns spiked through his hair, curling out around his pointed ears so that the sharp ends pointed behind him.

Well-toned muscles stretched beneath his skin and he was always all smiles, even though his eyes always held a hint of worry alongside the hopeful spark of optimism. Though they matched the wine Eveny's family was famous for, a deep merlot color which perfectly contrasted the pitch black of his hair. Dark fur covered his goat-like legs, but it only grew a little less than an inch, shortening as it reached his hooves.

He wore a crisp black suit, posture perfect and intentional as he faced the crowd, a short, well-trimmed beard giving him a more mature look that made Eveny smile every time she saw him.

Jak (AFTER THE TRAUMA)

He was different than so many remembered, shoulders slumped arms crossed as if he were trying to shrink and hide behind himself at every moment. His rough dark hands gripped the sleeves of a formal white button-up dress shirt, a deep red tie haphazardly looped around his neck, the fabric of both pieces rumpled and messy.

Three new jagged scars scored his face, one over the bridge of his nose, one though his eye and lips, and the final one crossing his jaw on the opposite side of the claw-marks. Dark shadows crossed under his dull eyes, which just watched the world pass by with nothing more than a brief moment of anger, fear, or grief every now and then.

Both his hair and beard had grown longer and wilder, frizzy black curls now held in a ponytail that reached his mid-back. Fur just like the rest of his hair looked messy and longer, though it was almost better, not able to grow long enough to do any real damage to his appearance.

Instead of the smile that made him so appealing, his sharp teeth twisted his face into something bitter and tired. Burn scars peeked out from the half-buttoned folded-over collar of his shirt, and his frame seemed less stable. He was thinner, though from the sort of work he'd decided to do, he'd kept most of the muscle.

Horns Ref:

Picrew, that is entirely accurate other than the scars, and the facial hair and horns being a bit off:

In case you need more straightforward info:

Eye color: Dark Reddish Brown, More Red than Brown

Hair Color: Pitch Black

Skin Color: Honey/Dark tan

He's got a sort of half-rectangular Pupil shape if you wanna add that detail... (because Goat) but it's more square-ish so he looks more human

INTENSE dark circles because Stress and la k of sleep

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 14: Le Désir***

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

UNDER 18 DO NOT ENTER!!!

Word Count: 2.6K

...

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered" - F Scott Fitzgerald

After landing on the front steps and promptly unlocking the door, Remus follows Brigitte inside. She takes his hand and quickly leads him up the stairs trying to avoid Sirius. Little do they know he has his head in the fireplace talking to Harry, moments away from almost getting caught by Umbridge...

Brigitte opens her bedroom door and turns to Remus with a look in her eyes he's never seen before.

"Are you sure you me to ...?", he asks her quietly.

She takes his hand and pulls him into the room. Brigitte closes the door and Remus wraps his arms around her middle, burying his face in her neck. She spins to face him, and they kiss passionately while he pins her against the wall. Brigitte's hands tangle in Remus' hair as he nips and sucks her neck and aggressively kneads her soft hips.

Her chest heaves against his; Remus' hands roam the small of her back and up to her chest, cupping her barely clothed breasts. They moan deeply into each other's mouths at the sensual touch, feeling that internal flame burn deep inside them in the best way.

Remus breaks away and guides her to the foot of the bed. Eyeing him lustfully, Brigitte kicks off her boots and pulls off the dress in one swift motion, making Remus practically drool at the sight of her wearing nothing but sheer stockings, a garter belt, and a black thong.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Britt. Perfect ...", he breathes out, not taking his eyes off her soft, womanly form. In his opinion, none of the art they looked at earlier can begin to rival her beauty. His heart palpitates as he appreciates his current reality: about to make love to a woman he's head over heels for, who looks at him with the same adoration and lustful desire.

Remus brushes the hair behind her shoulders as she desperately unbuttons his shirt.

"I want you, Remus. I need you", she pleads while yanking the sleeves off his broad shoulders, feeling herself pooling in between her legs looking at his rugged torso. It's splattered in scars. Some white, some pink and purple. Some thin and shallow, some deep and jagged as if he was whipped by lightning. Brigitte kisses a few of his marks, making him groan at her soft lips. Blood rushes to his groin as their unclothed chests graze each other.

A surge of confidence Remus has never experienced courses through his veins, seeing such an unearthly beauty gazing at him with lust-filled eyes. Remus grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her head back for a better angle, licking down her neck, collarbone, and making his way to her breasts.

He kneels down to suck and bite her nipples, tasting her sweet skin. She whimpers pathetically because his touch is better than ever imagined, "Oh, Remus I love your mouth on me".

He looks at her with dilated pupils and sprinkles kisses across her milky stomach. "You're softer than I imagined, Love. I want to feel every inch of you", he says against her goosebumped skin. He nips along her panty line and squeezes her squishy bum. Brigitte runs her hands through his coarse hair and gasps blissfully, hardly believing this sweet man is on his knees for her.

Remus gazes up at her animalistically, "I want you to keep these on", he says caressing her sheer stockings and inadvertently giving her shivers.

"Take the garter belt off me, please", she begs, feeling the pressure swirl between her legs. He smirks devilishly and begins unclipping it, tickling her with his facial hair while he lightly kisses her thighs.

He removes the garter belt and stares at her clothed mound. "You have no idea how badly I want you; how good I'm going to make you feel". He rubs his thumb along the thin fabric between her legs.

Brigitte lets out of high-pitched squeal and pulls his hair to steady herself. He chuckles condescendingly, as if his own groin isn't throbbing from anticipation. "You like when I touch you like that? How about like this?", he adds more pressure while rubbing back and forth. Remus kisses her navel and trails down until he's on her mound.

"Yeah Remus, touch me like that!", Brigitte whimpers. He puts his mouth around her clothed clit and reaches up for her breasts. Brigitte slowly thrusts her hips towards Remus in pleasure, her moans becoming louder as he presses hard kisses on her most sensitive spot.

She looks down to admire him and notices the sizable bulge in his pants which makes her core pulsate. "Lunaire... I want you", she pleads.

"Yes, my darling. Such a needy little thing", he teases with a loving smile and hooks his fingers around her panties. He hitches his breath at the sight of a string of arousal sticking to the fabric as he pulls them down to her feet.

"God baby, you're already so wet", he lets out in admiration.

Brigitte mewls  and wriggles around in place, "Mmm, for you, Remus".

He stands up, keeping his focus on her. Brigitte unloops his belt and pushes his pants and briefs onto the floor. Her eyes widen at the thick, pronounced cock that springs out.

Brigitte wraps her dainty fingers around Remus, making him whimper and cover his face with his large hands. She goes to lower herself to her knees but he scoops her back up under her armpits.

"No, I want to please you. Lie back on the bed for me, Darling", Remus asserts softly.

He pushes his ruffled bangs out of the way and watches Brigitte sprawl her naked body out on the silky sheets, staring up at him seductively. He waves his wand at the door and her stomach to conceal their noises and her womb. She looks up at him with a deep desire as he braces himself over her.

Brigitte grinds against his hard cock as Remus mouths and squeezes her breasts. She gasps euphorically as he works down her stomach; then he sits up in a kneeling position. He gently pushes her legs open, exposing her dripping core.

"So beautiful", Remus says admiring her naked body. Brigitte hides her face in her hands but he quickly pulls them away and pins them to the side. "Don't be embarrassed, I want to see you". He caresses her thigh, making her bite her lip.

"Remus...".

"I know, darling... I'm going to taste how sweet you are", and he kisses her inner thighs, tickling her with his facial hair.

Remus softly flicks her clit with his tongue, which is so sensitive and makes her shake from the anticipation. Brigitte's hands find Remus' hair as he adds more pressure and speed. She's a writhing mess as he circles her bud and teases her entrance with his fingers.

"Ohh... Remus... feels so good", she groans while tugging desperately at the crown of his head, never having felt such pleasure before. He moans into her at the affirmation, the vibrations making her hips jut up.

He ferociously laps at her swollen pussy, feeling her arousal dripping down his chin, determined to make her climax mind-shattering. He places his thumb above her clit and pushes up, fully exposing her sensitive bunch of nerves. A few rough licks has her she's convulsing.

"Re-Remus! I'm gonna... Ahh!", Brigitte moans loudly as an overwhelming wave of pleasure courses through her body like electricity. She shakes uncontrollably at the sensations, tugging the sheets and forcing Remus to hold her hips down so that he can keep pleasuring her. He licks her hungrily through her first orgasm even though she's pathetically trying to push his head back.

"Ah! No, too good... ahh, fuck!", she begs as the second orgasm quickly washes over. Her intoxicating sounds and sweet arousal have Remus' cock throbbing against the mattress. He's licks her up like she's the oasis in the middle of the desert. He lifts his head and teases her with his index finger, watching her jump at the subtle touch.

"You're so sexy right now, Britt. Such beautiful sounds from your pretty lips when I make you come with only my tongue. Look at you squirm when I pet you".

She looks at him hazily over her pounding chest, "Mhmm ... Need you ... inside me, Remus".

He sits up on his knees and strokes himself a few times. His impressive, throbbing erection sticks straight up, pre-cum dripping down his shaft. He falls forward and holds himself over Brigitte's impatient body.

She reaches between her legs and strokes his cock, feeling herself getting wetter from his well- endowed manhood. Remus gasps at her soft hands touching him.

"Fuck, Britt... Let me fuck you", he groans.

"You're so big, Lunaire".

"I'll be slow, I got you, Darling".

She positions him at her aching cunt, and he rubs up and down her slit to gather her sticky arousal. He steadily thrusts all the way inside her in one slow movement.

They both gasp out; Brigitte claws Remus' arms to brace herself against the pressure. He caresses her cheek reassuringly. Biting her bottom lip, he keeps her eyes on his, taking a few deep breaths and wiggling around until she feels used to the stretch.

"Fuck, Darling you're so tight and wet. Doing so well taking me". He tries to control himself, slowly thrusting into her. Brigitte sighs blissfully and starts bucking her hips up as any and all discomfort quickly subsides.

"Faster, Remus. Hard".

He growls into her neck at the plea, and his demeanor immediately changes as he grabs her thighs for a better grip. He plunges his cock deep into her repeatedly, causing pornographic moans to escape her mouth as his tip rubs vigorously on her spongey walls.

Remus has to focus on not coming done already, but watching Brigitte lose control under him is the hottest thing he's ever seen. She desperately grips the sheets and his body, anything she can get her hands on. She's already so sensitive from the two previous orgasms.

"Mmm, Remus you feel so good inside me- Ohhh God!", Brigitte cries shamelessly as he pounds into her, groaning primally as she squeezes around him. Her nails dig into his back, adding to the display of pink lines decorating his muscles. Remus' sweaty brow is furrowed as he tries to keep his breath and movements steady.

"You feel so good around my cock, Love- ah, fuck! I can feel your pussy trembling", he grits through clenched teeth. He leans down and gives her sloppy, open- mouthed kisses and swallows up her heavenly moans.

Then he sits up and lifts her stocking-clad legs, hugging them against his chest and kissing her ankles. His hips violently smack against her ass.

Remus grunts and watches Brigitte's face contort from the overstimulation. Her eyes are tight shut, mouth wide open.

She tries to fight his grip on her, the pleasure overwhelming but he holds onto her tight as his movements speed up; the sight of her desperately thrashing around with bouncing breasts, squirming on the sheets is almost too much to handle.

"Ah! Ah! So... good- Ah! Remus! I'm gon- I'm gonna!", she grinds her hips on him, unable to get the words out as every nerve in her body sets off like a fire sparkler.

"I know darling, I feel you clenching me. Fuck!- I want to watch you cum... Ah! Cum on my cock", he growls as his thrusts get sloppy. Remus reaches down and pushes on Brigitte's clit. His words and the stimulation are enough to send her over the edge for the third time.

"Mon Dieu, Oui! Oui! Oui!", she screams and claws at his thighs. She squeezes around his shaft, pulling him over the edge with her.

"Fuck darling, fuck- I'm coming", Remus groans and falls forward. He holds himself up on his forearms with their glistened foreheads pressed together. He slowly pushes into her, mixing their cum as they come down from the high.

Brigitte wraps her arms around him like a vine. Remus buries his head into the crook of her flushed neck and inhales her sweet aroma.

"Are you alright, darling? I wasn't too rough, was I? I had to restrain myself". Brigitte peppers his shoulders and affectionately scratches his back, still trying to catch her breath.

"It was perfect, Mon Amour".

Neither speak for a few minutes, content with staying in their current positions. Sure, they've both had sex, but they've never made love like this. Remus, in the past has refused to let himself get this close to someone, while Brigitte has never felt comfortable enough until now.

This feels right. Their heads are foggy with ecstasy and still in shock by the events that just took place.

"That was amazing ... you're amazing. I can't believe we did that", Remus chuckles and rubs his nose on hers. He pours all his emotions into a gentle kiss. Brigitte smiles tenderly and cups his face,

"You're amazing. I can't believe we haven't done that sooner". Remus slowly pulls out of her but instead of rolling over, he lays his head in between Brigitte's breasts and caresses her sides. She plays with his sweaty hair as they lie in a comfortable silence.

For a moment, Brigitte worries Remus fell asleep on her- literally. Then he takes a deep breath and speaks up, "I really care about you, Britt ... a lot. So much. I want you to know how special you are to me. I'm not, uh, vulnerable like that often, hardly ever, not in a very very long time and I never expected to ever be with someone again. I wouldn't have done this except ...".

"Except what, Lunaire?".

Remus looks deep in her eyes. "Except... I'm falling for you and I can't seem to control myself. I couldn't not be with you. Even ... even with my scarred body, I want to have that ultimate intimacy with you and show you how much you mean to me".

She looks at him with big twinkling eyes, completely shocked by how open and sincere he is,

"Oh, Lunaire, I'm falling for you too. I've been craving your body, your touch. You mean so much to me and your scars don't matter. Besides, I think they're sexy", she smiles at him reassuringly.

"I don't", he says flatly.

"We all have your flaws, Remus. You don't like your scars... I don't really like my stomach. When I lean forward I get a little pooch, and it's kinda jiggles when I shake my hips", she confesses.

Remus looks at her dumbfounded. "What are you talking about? You're absolutely perfect, Darling. Your tummy is cute and sexy and... so kissable", he affirms, tracing his lips over her abdomen and tickling her milky skin.

"Well Lunaire, so are your scars", she smiles warmly and runs her nails along his scalp.

"Again... I don't deserve you".

"You already have me". Remus eventually gets up to fetch a damp cloth to clean them up. Then he gets back on the bed next to Brigitte and pulls the covers over their naked bodies.

She buries her face in his chest and folds her body into his. He soothingly scratches her back until they both fall asleep. Their legs are practically braided together, and their sleeping exhales mingle as they breathe in sync.

The room is peaceful, the passionate energy slowly subsiding to a warm contentment. The painted Springtime couple peers lovingly at one another as vines of clematis descend from the ceiling over the bed- the new sensations of love and lust creating a magical energy so strong that the talented witch is emitting it in her sleep.

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~Shaph~

Classification: Botanical

Place of Origin: Stronoe, Comarus System

Usually standing around 5'7 to 6'2 and weighing anywhere between 200 to 300 pounds, most of their weight is attributed to bulkiness and well-defined muscles but exceptions exist. They possess four arms of the same length, four thick fingers on each, one of those fingers being an opposable thumb. Feet are similar, having only four toes. Their skin is made up of coarse material that many compare to the feeling of wood but being of the same hardiness of chitin.

Face wise, Shaphs share the same general structure as Terrans. Their eyes sit in the same position with a distinct sclera and pupil. They range in colors from green, blues, browns, blacks, and greys. The skin tones are typically grey or brown with the minority possessing much darker tones. Noses are thin and down-turned with two thin slits acting as their nasal vestibule. They have small, pointed ears that follow the groove of their extended skulls, also known as roots. Their mouth is a mix of both visible mandibles and lips, the top being the mandible and the lower actually being a lip. The overlap of the mandible and lip disallows the mouth from fully closing and creates a small hole that aids the species in breathing.

Each Shaph is born with one of three different facial markings which act as the only visual identifier to an individual's sex. The first sex and marking is called 'pisu', known as "web" in the Terran tongue. The marking appears as a large diamond that stretches from the upper bridge of the nose to the bottom of the lip, and to the outer area of both eyes. Six medium-sized lines branch off of it with a thinner line on the nose forming a circle. A pisu supplies a range of genetic markers in the fertilization process.

The second sex and marking is known as 'syutnu' or the "arrow." This marking is a thick line resting on the bridge of their nose with two thinner lines branching off at the bottom and stretching to both sides of the jaw. A syutnu also supplies genetic material. But while the pisu more so supplies a list, the syutnu allows boxes to be checked in the creation.

The third is known as the 'wumt' also commonly referred to as the 'foundation, base, or bark.' Two jagged lines that are not always similiar to another of the same sex, vertically covers the eyes. It reaches from the base of the roots to the jaw. The wumt supplies the DNA and basic constructs for the offspring.

Shaphs are a genderless race and do not recognize the use of pronouns. Instead they simply use their names. Each sex is needed in the process with the wumt beginning the fertility process and creating the sprout that is needed to be further fertilized by the other two sexes. These are always a faded white/light grey color.

The species possess the ability to enter a camouflage mode, similar to that of a chameleon. While in this mode they secrete a toxic thin smoke that is lethal to some species. Though not toxic to the Shaph, water usually causes allergic reactions. The species hydrate through toxins that exist in the air of only a few planets. When not on these planets, they typically are shown to wear lower face masks that keep water out of their systems.

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ABOUT GILNORUIL

Gilnoruil exists in multiple incarnations - the main ones and those I will RP him in are in World of Warcraft, Baldur’s Gate 3, and an original low-fantasy Universe.

Unless specified, I will default to whichever I feel fits to your character or in the case of asks, whichever I feel like at the time.

Here’s a quick overview of each of them! Art on this page by me.

General Mannerisms: Very very rarely contracts his words (he will say ‘do not’ over ‘don’t’) and if he ever does it’s usually a sign of stress.

General Need to Knows: Generally abrasive and slow to trust. Curt, but polite. Can be violent if sufficiently provoked. He’s also quite verbose when he gets talking. Not open to shipping and he will respond to romantic attention accordingly.

World of Warcraft Verse Tags: wowverse, dragon gilnor, headcanonsdragon

General Information

Name: Gilnoruil

Nicknames: Gilnor

Race: Half Black, Half Nether Dragon. Half-elf visage.

Faction: Neutral

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual + Demisexual

Marital Status: Taken

Facial Likeness: Corrado Martini

Voice Likeness: Vessel, Sleep Token

Personality Type: INTJ-A (The Architect)

Physical Appearance - Visage

Hair: Black with silver highlights. The silver is at the front, which is usually pulled into four braids over the top of his head, and at the tips.

Eyes: Silver-purple with draconic pupils. If you get close enough, he has sparks in them that look like the reflections of stars.

Height: 6′2′’ / 188cm (without horns)

Build: Slender, athletic - swimmer or gymnast bodytype. Elven build.

Distinguishing Marks: Short pointed ears. Dragon features - arched, jagged horns that fade from burgundy to black. Reddish-black scales framing his face, covering his shoulders and back, and striping his sides and limbs. Long black talon-like claws on both hands. Tail with dark reddish-purple scales and fanned fins that give off a soft blue glow, along with some ‘cracks’ in the upper scales that emit the same light. Fangs in place of his canines. He can hide these features and look like a plain half-elf, but most of the time he refuses.

Accessories: Silver spiked horn guards, a silver dragon-shaped hair clip over his braids with a blue gem. When wearing a cloak, a guitar shaped pin made of silver wire and centred with a white-opaline gemstone.

Personal Information

Profession: None, he does what he wants.

Hobbies: Singing, playing instruments, dragonracing.

Languages: Common, Draconic, Thalassian, Draenei. Rudimentary understanding of Orcish but doesn't read or speak it.

Residence: Valdrakken.

Birthplace: Blade’s Edge Mountains - Outland.

More Details (Drake Appearance, Relationships, RP Hooks) and Other Verses Below >

Physical Appearance - Drake

As pictured. A little bigger than a ‘standard’ drake, but not as big as a full ‘adult’ dragon.

Has two breath weapons; fire / lava and nether energies.

Relationships

Parents: black dragon mother (deceased), nether dragon father (missing, presumed by him to be deceased)

Siblings: None. Although he does take a little shining to Rusziona.

Leader: Sabellian sort of. He was raised among Sabellian’s brood, but does not consider himself a member of it.

Partner: Halla Grimbear, Kul'tiran Druid.

Children: None.

RP Hooks

Generally unknown, but can attract attention due to his ‘strange’ appearance.

Often found around Valdrakken, at the inn or libraries learning all he can about the history of his race.

He will often perform music at the inns, singing and playing either his harp or his lute.

Baldur’s Gate 3 Verse Tags: bg3verse, tiefling gilnor, headcanonstiefling

General Information

Name: Gilnoruil Eldarin

Nicknames: Gilnor

Race: Dragon-blood Asmodeous Tiefling

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (Chaotic Good under the influence of his beloved)

Backstory: Dark Urge

Age: 27 (he doesn’t know how old he is though)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual + Demisexual

Marital Status: Taken (he is polyamorous in this verse)

Facial Likeness: Corrado Martini

Voice Likeness: Vessel, Sleep Token

Personality Type: INTJ-A (The Architect)

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black with silver highlights. The silver is at the front, which is usually pulled back into a ponytail.

Eyes: Silver-purple with draconic pupils. After a certain key plot moment, if you get close enough, he has sparks in them that look like the reflections of stars.

Height: 6′2′’ / 188cm (without horns)

Build: Slender, athletic - swimmer or gymnast bodytype.

Distinguishing Marks: Pale skintone. Horns that curl back over his head fading from burgundy to black. Metallic reddish-black scales framing his face, covering his shoulders and back, and striping his sides and limbs. Long black talon-like claws on both hands. Pointed ears and tail as standard for tieflings. Fangs at his canines.

Accessories: Always wears black and silver. Long, elegant staff with an ice-blue crystal at the top that exudes cold.

Personal Information

Class: Sorcerer.

Hobbies: Singing, playing instruments, murder.

Languages: Common, Infernal.

Residence: Baldur’s Gate.

Birthplace: Unknown.

Relationships

Parents: Unknown.

Siblings: Unknown (Orin, by Bhaal)

Partners: Halla Grimbear, Human Druid + Astarion Ancunin, high-elf vampire.

Children: None.

Original Merman Verse Tags: aermaraverse, mer gilnor, headcanonsmer

General Information

Name: Gilnoruil Eldarin

Nicknames: Gilnor

Race: Mer (ocean-dwelling)

Title: Crown Prince of Aer Mara and the North Sea Realm.

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Heterosexual + Demisexual

Marital Status: Taken

Facial Likeness: Corrado Martini

Voice Likeness: Vessel, Sleep Token

Personality Type: INTJ-A (The Architect)

Star Sign: Scorpio

Physical Appearance

Hair: Black with silver highlights. The silver is at the front, which is usually pulled into four braids over the top of his head.

Eyes: Silver-blue. If you get close enough, he has sparks in them that look like the reflections of stars.

Height: 6′2′’ / 188cm - about 7ft long in his true form.

Build: Slender, athletic - swimmer or gymnast bodytype.

Distinguishing Marks: He can take a human form to walk on land and amongst humans without revealing what he really is. There is nothing particularly ‘distinguishing’ about him, perhaps save the starlight in his eyes.

Mer Form: Pointed ears. Black fishtail that begins at his abdomen. Scales have silver edging which glows when he’s feeling amorous. In the same circumstance, he also gets patterns of silver scales over his human half (sides of his face, backs of his arms, and his sides). Large betta-like caudal fin with silver veins. Two small wing-fins on either side, and a short frill fin down the back of his tail from the start to about halfway down. Gills on his waist towards his back.

Personal Information

Profession: Prince and he hates it. Bakery delivery person in the human world.

Hobbies: Singing, playing instruments, avoiding court, dancing.

Languages: English, Aer Maran.

Residence: Aer Mara, then later a seaside port-town in England.

Birthplace: Aer Mara.

Relationships

Parents: Thrandiel, King of Aer Mara (father), Sileveth, Queen of Aer Mara (mother).

Siblings: Ondolinde (younger sister).

Partner: Halla Grimbear, human.

Children: None.

[thewayhavenchronicle]

The Agency - Declassified Files

CLASSIFICATION: Supernatural SPECIES: Dragon (Imugi) COUNTRY OF ORIGIN: Korea THREAT LEVEL: Moderate

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ABOUT:

Though the word 'dragon' is a broad classification pertaining to several different species of Supernatural peoples, the Dragon (Imugi) originates from the Korean Peninsula. Having fallen through a portal from the Echo World some time in prehistoric East Asia, this species of supernatural is somewhat reclusive. Known to inhabit secluded locations in the mountains of Korea, spreading into China and Siberia, these Supernaturals quickly ascended to deity status amongst the young civilizations of Asia. Shapeshifters by nature, these Supernaturals are extraordinarily long-lived, with some estimated to be several thousand Earth-years old. These Supernaturals often prefer to inhabit a human form when interacting with the world around them. However, some that have retreated from the world are thought to have permanently shifted into their serpentine, draconic form.

APPEARANCE -> HUMAN FORM

In Korean mythos, dragons are depicted in one of four color schemes: red, blue, green, or gold. These color schemes mimic the color schemes of the different draconic bloodlines found worldwide, with each coloring tying the dragon to an element of nature which they have magical control over. Red -> Red dragons in human form will often have dark red hair and fiery orange, yellow, or red eyes. Red dragons are tied to the element of fire, and work well with other Supernaturals with fire-based Magic. In mythology, red dragons were symbols of war, and sometimes associated with the rising sun, particularly in Japanese mythos. Blue -> Blue dragons are often seen with black hair, though some may sport dark blue, turquoise, or even shades of blue-green hair along with blue eyes that come in a variety of shades. Blue dragons are tied to the element of water, and have aquatic abilities such as the ability to breathe underwater and control water telekinetically. In mythology, these dragons were associated with bodies of water, from rivers to the sea. Green -> Green dragons are generally seen with green hair in many different shades, though the most common seem to be a sort of blue-green or an evergreen shade. Their eyes will range from bright, vibrant jade to green that is so dark it is almost black. Green dragons are tied to the element of earth, and have been known to exhibit healing abilities, as well as control over rock and/or plant life. Some dragons of this classification also seem to be able to poison or knock out humans similar to the effect of a vampire's pheromones. Green dragons were often associated with the mountains of the Korean Peninsula. Gold -> Gold dragons are the rarest of the four, tied to the element of air. They often have very light colored hair, ranging from whites to blondes to grey. Their eyes are usually white, grey, yellow, or in some cases, a pink-ish hue which resembles the color of the sky at sunrise. These dragons were associated with the sky, the wind, and storms, as well as good luck and good omens. Their magic involves controlling the wind, and they are known to be particularly fast and agile. All dragons have slitted pupils like cats and sharp teeth when in human form, as well as large ears that come to a point at the uppermost tip. Their facial characteristics are always similar to that of humans in Eastern Asia unless they are half-blooded or less with human blood not of East Asian descent. All dragons can conceal these traits with magic, but many choose not to when in the company of other Supernaturals. Some dragons are observed to have facial markings similar to tattoos, and for some, these markings continue over the entire body. There are a few instances as well of dragons who have recently shifted into their dragon form to have scales that linger across their brow and cheekbones.

APPEARANCE -> DRAGON FORM

The Dragon (Imugi) subspecies of Dragon appear as large, serpentine reptiles very similar to the Chinese and Japanese subspecies of Dragon. However, distinctions can be made by counting the number of toes a dragon has -> the Imugi subspecies has four toes on each foot, while other subspecies often only have three. Imugi are also known to have great horns atop their heads in the shape of antlers, something that notably the Chinese subspecies tend to lack. The size of a dragon's nonhuman form can vary, ranging from 8 to 10 feet in length to upwards of over 60 feet, though those larger than 15 feet are rare and often extremely old.

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I kinda did a re-description of Blitz's appearance for my fic (including outfit) but idk if I should use it or not:

Blitzø is a tall, slender, lean imp demon with a harlequin-like aesthetic. He has a pointed tail and wide-proportioned hands with long black claws. His skin, a deep red-amaranth shade, bears a network of burn marks. These marks range from a pale pink to darker hues of pink/purple, red, and brown, covering most of his left shoulder, a small part of his right shoulder, and extending down his left arm. The burns on his left arm transition into darker patterns that continue onto his tail, where they blend with the natural maroon or burgundy color of the rest of his tail. His facial features also display burn scars, with a large section appearing very pale-grayish pink. One eye always seems half-lidded, while the other is fully open, and his skin looks slightly shrunken. The lower half of his right arm, past the elbow, shows a darker maroon, wine-red hue. Despite these burn marks, the right side of Blitzo's face seems a bit shrunken, with crooked lips, and teeth that have healed better compared to fifteen years ago. Some patches of those burns appear on his legs as well. The tip of his tail has an added black heart tip. His burn scars have a non-uniform and jagged star-shaped edge rather than perfectly round shapes and are third-degree burns but not as bad as Fizzarolli's burns. Because of the fire, he also has a slight vision impairment.

He has a heart-shaped skull symbol on the center of his forehead. His eyes have black lines running down the eyelids, and his sclera is yellow with red irises and black slit pupils. He has a long narrow head with an elongated rear cranium, out of which extends large, curved, black and white striped horns that curve backward at a nearly 45-degree angle, one of his horns being chipped either because of the fire or being self-inflicted, the reason being unknown. He has black spines on his head, in between his horns and two behind the right horn, and three long black spikes on his upper back and tail. He has razor-sharp, conical yellow teeth, a lengthy red forked tongue, and a chiseled, six-packed chest under his clothes.

I have a simplified version/version 2:

Blitzø is a tall imp demon with a harlequin-like aesthetic. His body is slender, and lanky, standing at a height of 5'2'' or 5'4''. His skin is a deep red-amaranth shade, marked by a network of white burn scars. These scars are concentrated on his forearms, chiseled chest, and the right side of his face, with most covering his left shoulder and extending down his left arm. The burns that flow down to his tail and left hand, both dark burgundy-red due to past injuries. His tail is notable, ending in a black heart-shaped tip. The scars on his chest and arms feature jagged, star-shaped edges. Blitzø's face bears the asymmetry of his life's hardships, including slight vision impairment on his right side. A heart-shaped skull symbol, possibly a brand from his youth in the circus, is centered on his forehead.

His eyes are framed by black lines on his darker red-colored eyelids, with the right side notably white-grey. He has yellow sclerae with red irises and black slit pupils. His head is long and narrow, extending into large, curved horns striped in black and white, angling backward at nearly 45 degrees. One horn is chipped, the cause unknown, either due to self-infliction or the fire. Between and behind his horns, black spines emerge, with three longer spikes gracing his upper back and tail.  Blitzø's mouth is filled with razor-sharp, conical yellow teeth and a sinuous, forked red tongue. His muscular torso and athletic yet slender build, noted for a "tight athletic bubble booty" as per an observer’s description, speak to his physical conditioning due to years of being a circus performer/acrobat and then hitman-for-hire.

Which one would be better, the 1st one kinda does actual research into burn scarring though so it's though to choose but what's your opinion?

Love it.

[saragargan]

I’ll Be Frankenstein, You Be the Monster -3

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When you arrive home, the sky has just begun to lighten. You help Michael out of the car, but when you get to his front door, you find that it’s locked. The thought of digging through Michael’s pockets makes you blush, but Michael hands you his keys as though he pulled them from thin air.

 His apartment is decorated sparingly. An old tv set with rabbit ears sits against one wall, in front of it is a singular recliner. You’d cleaned this apartment before as a favor for your landlord when the previous tenant moved out, so you knew where the bedroom was.

 The bed was about as sparse as the rest of the apartment, a twin mattress with a singular pillow and a comforter strewn haphazardly across it. You took it as a good sign that there was at least a fitted sheet over the mattress, he wasn’t completely hopeless.

 You let Michael fall to the mattress, and as he adjusts himself, you pull the comforter over him. When you turn to leave, his hand wraps around your wrist.

 “Don’t leave me alone. Please.” His voice is barely audible, and he softly tugs on your arm.

 You sink down onto the unspacious mattress, letting Michael pull you close. Resting your head on the pillow, you feel him pull the blanket over you, and tuck his face into your neck. Although you were slightly taken aback by the way he clung to you, you didn’t dislike it. It should’ve bothered you, since as of 2 hours ago, Michael had been a walking corpse. But you could feel that his body temperature had risen since the funeral home, and his heartbeat against your chest. There was a slightly unpleasant odor surrounding him, but in your line of work, it was nowhere near the worst you’d ever smelled.

 Eventually, you relax enough that you’re able to drift off to sleep. Your sleep was restless, plagued by visions of Michael laying on your embalming table, with an empty chest cavity. In the dream, you keep stitching him back together, but when you look away they come unraveled and you have to start again, and again, and again, and-

 Then the dream changed, and it was a child on your table. Unfortunately it wasn’t uncommon to find small bodies on your table, but this child closely resembled Michael. Similar facial structure and brown hair, except instead of an empty torso, his head was caved in, a distinct ring of inhuman teeth marks across his brow like a tilted crown.

 Blood began to spill out of the wound, and the child’s mouth opened, a piercing scream that sounded like metal scraping together. Unable to move, you watch as the child sits up, opens his eyes, and slowly turns to face you. You can feel panic building in your chest as his eerie, white pupiled-gazed focuses on you. Moving faster than should be possible, the child leaps off the table, towards you, his hands reaching for your neck-

 You awake with a start, gasping and breathing heavily. There’s a weight on your chest, preventing you from moving, reminding you of your dream. You turn your head to the side, your surroundings unfamiliar. Turning to the other side, you come face to face with Michael, asleep on the pillow next to you. His arm was slung across your chest, the weight preventing you from moving.

 You take a deep breath, exhaling slowly, and try to calm yourself down, studying Michael’s features.

 He was scary. There was no denying it. And kind of…gross. Having spent a few days in a state of decay, his eyesockets were sunken, cheeks gaunt. His skin was still gray and translucent, but now you could see bluish veins underneath, the heart which you’d placed into his chest pumping blood through his body. He was covered in purplish splotches, the way a body mottled just before it expired, and his entire torso was one big, purple bruise.

 A far cry from the pretty boy neighbor that had blushed in your passenger seat only a week prior.

 And yet you found yourself just as intrigued by him as before.

 His brown curls were messy, sticking up every which way and hanging down in his face. You reach out to brush the hair away, tucking a few locks behind his ear, fingers lingering on his cheek and tracing the hollow flesh of his cheek with your thumb.

 Suddenly, there’s an urgent tightening in your lower abdomen, and you become aware of just how badly you need to pee.

 Withdrawing your hand, you wiggle out from under Michael’s arm, and quickly make your way to the bathroom.

 Once you’ve finished your business, you become aware of another bodily function you’d been neglecting. Your stomach growls, feeling as though it was trying to devour itself. Wandering into Michael’s kitchen, the clock on the stove reads “3:11pm.”

 Damn. It’d been awhile since you slept this late. You’d need to hurry if you were going to make it to the butcher before they closed. Your stomach gives another insistent gurgle, and you decide you’d better eat first.

 Opening Michael’s fridge, you’re met with a mostly empty sight. There were a few containers of leftovers, and a strangely large amount of butter, but not much to really throw a meal together.

 Sneaking back to the bedroom, Michael is still sound asleep, so you decide to head upstairs to your own apartment.

 Throwing the ingredients for ‘breakfast’ into one of your many hoarded shopping bags, you start to make your way back downstairs before another thought occurs to you, and you turn back to grab cooking utensils. You weren’t sure if you could rely on Michael to have everything you needed to cook, if anything at all.

 You spread out your cooking supplies across the empty countertops, and get to work making your food.

 It’s not until you’re nearly done that you finally sense a presence behind you.

 “Smells great.”

 You turn, to find Michael holding himself up against the doorframe, looking as though it was taking all of his strength to do so. Between you peeking in on him before and now, he’s put on a gray t-shirt. Setting down your spatula, you move to help him into a chair at the table. Groaning, he practically collapses into the chair. He inhales sharply, hands fluttering around his abdomen.

 “Let me see.” You command, gently pushing his hands out of the way.

 Michael doesn’t protest. Pushing his shirt up, you inspect the sutures. There was no sign of irritation or redness, in fact it seemed as though it had already begun to heal. Maybe a result of the remnant he’d told you about? Something you still didn’t fully understand. You brush your hand along the line of stitches, and Michael shudders.

 “Sorry. Does that hurt?”

 “No…” You glance up to see Michael, flushed and looking rather embarrassed. “Actually, it feels nice.”

 You blush in return, and you’re thankful when the food starts to sizzle in the pan, demanding your attention. Turning away to tend to your meal, you find your teeth sinking into your lower lip, your   stomach tying itself in knots.

 You finish making the food, and slide the content of the pan onto two plates. When you set the plate down in front of Michael, he immediately begins to shovel it into his mouth, as you would expect from a man who spent a week being dead and without a stomach. About halfway through his plate, he finally pauses and looks up at you.

 “Where did you get this food?”

 “I brought it down from my apartment, you didn't have much in your fridge. Except, butter? What’s that about?”

 “Oh, that’s a work thing.” He says matter of factly, as if it were any old thing.

 You eat in silence, desperately trying to figure out what butter from various countries had to do with a pizza restaurant inhabited by killer animatronics. When you finish your meal, you glance at the clock. It’s a little past 4.

 “So, listen. The organs that I put in your body last night-” Michael grimaces. “-I need to replace them with something. I was going to drive a couple towns over and check out what they have at their butcher shop. Would you prefer to come with me or are you staying here?”

 “I don’t want to be alone.” He states simply.

 “Okay. Give me ten minutes and then we’ll go.”

[ennaku-sirri-da]

He's my best friend best of all best friends💏

[ Plain text: He's my best friend best of all best friends💏( men kissing emoji)]

So @boo-bookeys-reblogs left very kind tags on a post of mine for my AU....

[ID: A screenshot of the tags from the blog Boo Bookeys Reblogs. They read 'baby i love this. I absolutely love it when draw characters in their own interpretations." Then " and "wow! This is such a design for them! It's gorgeous! I'm obsessed!" And then general tags regarding the game Smile For Me, the ship Habismal and GIFs. End ID]

Live Habismal reaction!

[ Plain text: Live Habismal reaction! ]

[ ID: Traditional fanart of the game Smile For Me involving the characters Kamal Bora and Dr. Habit, but my versions from my AU Roseverse. The sketch is done in blue pen and uncolored. Lightly rough pencil lines are seen as well. It is their reaction to the previous tags.

In the artists AU interpretation Habit has marionette features such as segmented, jointed dark line-cuts around his mouth, hands that are visible. He looks thin. A bit of a small droopy chests outline is visible. Stitch-scarring is seen on arms. He is also fur covered. His face is gaunt and freckled with protruding furry cheeks, then fur-ruffles under his makeup-applied eyes, then a thin pencil stache with surrounding chin and neck hair. The middle of the neck is surrounded by a scar, and he has an Adams apple. His teeth are broken and he has one snaggletooth fang. His voluminous curly hair poofs out into drawn spiralling curls, but he is clearly balding on one side too with stray hairs perking up. Here Habit wears a half-handed buttoned shirt tucked into his pants a bit, rounded off with a belt. From his collar is a tie with polka dots. The shirt is modified with a frilly collar, poofy shoulder parts. The pants are jeans.

Kamal meanwhile has a more aged appearance as well-- wrinkly face, sagging jowls and crooked nose. He has a clear middle-tooth gap. He looks of a more average size. Some acne and sharp stubble. He has a less prominent Adams apple. He has white streaks in short dark hair, has puffy eyebags paired with bushy brows. Here Kamal wears his hair in a really short ponytail. He has on a lint-ball covered hoodie that looks scratchy, its strings at the front hang unevenly. A bit of a black shirt underneath is seen. For minimal jewellery, he has a teardrop-shaped chew necklace and a single small gold earring on the left.

Habit stands straight up while Kamal hunches over. His height reaches up to just about Habit's chest.

Habits pupils are constricted as he shoots his hand up in a gasp of surprise, the other one tight behind his back. Kamals eyes are a bit wide and he smiles, reaching up from his posture, as if pleasantly surprised.

In black cursive text below is the compliment they're reacting to, "You're gorgeous! I'm obsessed. " Gorgeous is underlined in pink with a heart on the exclamation mark. End ID]

....

They both think you complimented the other one! Obviously they're the hotter one, right..?

[ Plaintext : ....

They both think you complimented the other one! Obviously they're the hotter one, right..? ]

[ ID: Traditional fanart, continuing the part above. This one is fully colored digitally. The sketch lines are scanned thick and black, defined.

Kamal has a warm medium brown skintone and dark tousled grey hair with white streaks. His hairband is dark blue with glittery spots. The facial places with his acne are reddened and darkened, few white pimples. His hands have hairy knuckles and darkened finger areas. There are Beau's lines on his nails. His hoodie is a soft grey with pastel red undertones and a darker hood area. It has a yellow patch on the lower right arm which says " We will always love you( This is threaded in red and cursively) Kamal(Kamal is threaded with gold in Assamese) OUR SON( this is thickly threaded in teal ) ( The transgender symbol is seen )". Meanwhile on his red chew necklace with rose-pink string, a simple design of a twisting flower with bisexual colors is drawn, its leaves are purple.

Habit has apple-green fur and shades of deep rose-pink hair. His facial hair and the balding spot is of a darker shade. The sclera of his eyes are a light pink to indicate loving adoration, his pupils are dark brown. He has on purple eyeshadow, red lipstick and nailpolish. His eyebags and fur-ruffles are of a deep red sort. Some of his cheek-sticker freckles are white. The stitch-scars, ball joints, joint-cuts and wrinkles are done in a much darker green. Habit's shirt is a light rose-pink with a pale shade of it for the collar frills. His tie is yellow with green polka dots. His belt is standardly brown plus silver-buckled and his jeans are a pastel yellow and pink.

Kamal pulls down Habit by his tie lightly, and Habit willingly leans down too, one hand resting on his leg to balance. Kamal talks to him, looking playful, brows furrowed and grinning wide in challenge. Some sweat trickles down. He is looking up, his hair being pushed up by Habit's face touching close to his. Some of the other's lipstick smudges Kamal's nose tip red. Habit rests his other hand on Kamal's shoulder, twirling two of his fingers in strands from Kamal's ponytail. He too talks back, smiling unevenly big, looking coquetteish. A deep pink blush blooms from across his face to a bit of his neck. Habits hair falls down and covers Kamal amidst it.

The BG is a emanating yellow that gets softer starting from the bright light behind Habit's head. There are very light pastel rainbow flares in wide arcs throughout. Red hearts are drawn from Habit, and smaller blue hearts from Kamal. End ID]

Dialog!! Please read!!! Habitspeak translation provided below for those who need.

[ Plaintext: Dialog!! Please read!!! Plaintext and Translation provided below for those who need. ]

" I yam very b-eàu-tiful but I onlee rlly believe it when someone with a soul as irriziztebly sexy as ur face is tells me that. I can tell that mie current shrink doesn't mean it like u do"

" SssssSShut the fuck up. Y-your, your left dimple could outclass my whole operation anyday"

"PLES, I had the third real religgious ex-perience in my whole lyfe, seeing that Godblessed Godkissed body u've got too"

"..This shit isn't fair how am I supposed to own you if you're SO nice to me, doll eyes? Look at em pretty doll eyes....full of love ..I, I, your hearts so big if I ate it I'm pretty sure I'd violently barf????"

" :\\- ) ( blushing smile emote)Oh bb.. I can't resist the attenshun of such a handsome, self-made man....you are really making this so hard, but don't stop~~"

"Hee hee. Heh heh...hee hee! An' yourself...your a smokin'..... What're you feeling today, again? I'm sorry, I forgot..."

"Little bit ov every-thing and nothing toooo!!!"

" Right. Thanks. Smokin'...um, smokingly gender neutral. Smashing that binary, baby🫶( hands making a heart emoji) "

" And how do "U" feel? :- ) (smile emote)"

" G.....good. 'Bout me, right? Not usually that type, but.... Heh, yeah. But don't you forget too, love ya."

" Lov u 2💋( lipstick kiss emoji) and I'll try "

--Habitspeak Translation

" I am very beautiful but I only really believe it when someone with a soul as irresistibly sexy as your face is tells me that. I can tell that my current shrink doesn't mean it like you do"

" SssssSShut the fuck up. Y-your, your left dimple could outclass my whole operation anyday"

"PLEASE, I had the third real religious experience in my whole life, seeing that Godblessed Godkissed body you've got too"

"..This shit isn't fair how am I supposed to own you if you're SO nice to me, doll eyes? Look at em pretty doll eyes....full of love ..I, I, your hearts so big if I ate it I'm pretty sure I'd violently barf????"

" :\\- ) ( blushing smile emote) Oh baby.. I can't resist the attention of such a handsome, self-made man....you are really making this so hard, but don't stop~~"

"Hee hee. Heh heh...hee hee! An' yourself...your a smokin'..... What're you feeling today, again? I'm sorry, I forgot..."

"Little bit of everything and nothing toooo!!!"

" Right. Thanks. Smokin'...um, smokingly gender neutral. Smashing that binary, baby🫶( hands making heart emoji)"

" And how do "You" feel? :- ) (smile emote) "

" G.....good. 'Bout me, right? Not usually that type, but.... Heh, yeah. But don't you forget too, love ya."

" Love you too💋 (lipstick kiss emoji) and I'll try "

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THANK YOU @boo-bookeys !!!!! IM REALLY GLAD PEOPLE LIKE MY HARD AND ALSO GAY WORK!!!!

[Plain text: Thank you @boo-bookeys !!!!! I'm really glad people like my hard and also gay work!!!!]

[astraeus-moon]

omg I hope your oc knows how much I love him!!!!!!! Faer is so super cool and interesting and I love seeing the posts you tag him in!!!!!! Do you have a drawing of him, or a reference? What does he look like?

And I would absolutely love having our ocs be friends :3

EBTQTBEWGVEQ YESSS! HES MY BLORBO. I AM GOING TO RUN HIM OVER (AFFECTIONATE).

I don't have any drawings I have a couple picrews that are a bit outdated. One is my current pfp but I can give a rougher description bhrwrbhe

This is going to be rambly, my bad. Black hair about shoulder length. It's kinda fluffy he's rocking the bucky Barnes haircut. He's got kinda white streaks throughout due to stress and being 42 <3 (old man). He's got gold eyes with like slitted cats pupils. (Fucked up wolf man) I have a scar map for him somewhere but facial scarring is usually four claw marks down the left side of the face from hair line to collarbone. And one across the nose. He does have freckles as well as white hair in his eyebrows. Noticeable neck scarring like a slit throat, and Wolf teeth marks. He has sharp wolf teeth! Very long noticeable canines. He's missing his right arm due to Bellwether torture, and it has been replaced with a winter soldier style prosthetic. :3

Outfit wise. Mid calf height work boots usually. Some kind of just fatigue pants or jeans. Shirt wise just a button up or random t shirt. Lots of nation parks t shirts. Usually wears a forest green hoodless jacket over it! Usually some kind of baseball/trucker hat. He always has a pocket watch necklace tucked beneath the shirt but the chains visible. He also does wear bandanas it's his one splash of color besides the jacket + shirt. It usually matches. He does have glasses! Tends not to wear them and prefers contacts but there silver rimmed glasses. Wears work gloves pretty often.

I would ADORE having our ocs be friends I love redfall ocs and want to know every one. I love ur ocs so much and I want to know everything. <33

Some misc Faer facts

- grew up in alaska

- been a park ranger for 17 ish years

- his birthday is Jan 1st

- he's Trans:)

- he's Demiromantic and Demisexual and only intrested in men

- hes an only child

- he does draw in his spare time

- werewolfism gave him colorblindness

Edit:

- @shamrockace oc Link p much ends up as his adopted kid

- they buy him wolf themed hats <3

- it's free wolf dad

- they are a funky package deal <3

- I will elaborate on Link, which is a threat.

Ty for ur intrest in my fucked up little wolf man sorry this got long af. I have a very fun lore stuff for him settled.

[catspittle]

justmemethings muse info sheet, filled.

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓

{Basics}

Name: Kay "Jonathan" Robert Crane

Alias: Harvestman [Joan Leland only as of yet], the Scarecrow [like everyone], Jonny, Kitty [Honghui, main canon]

Gender: Genderqueer trans man.

Age: 64 as of 2023!

Species: Human, much to his deep dismay.

Zodiac: aquarius / aries / cancer / capricorn / gemini / leo / libra / pisces / sagittarius / scorpio [November 16th] / taurus / virgo / unknown

Abilities/Talents: Double-jointed, previous metalworker, can sing, good at playing the èrhú, green thumb; owns a Thunder God Vine that's taken up most of the bathroom

{Personal}

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral if I had to pick something? It works the best.

Religion: Mahayana Buddhist

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Cantonese

Family: His mother, Kai-Lun Park, several half-siblings courtesy of his mother, several dead children

Friends: it's complicated :)

Sexual Orientation: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual  / asexual / unsure / questioning / other [+aromantic polyam]

Relationship status: single / dating / married / widowed / open relationship / other - depends on universe

Libido: sex god / very high / high  / average / low / very low / non-existent

{Physical}

Build: twig / bony / slender / average / athletic / curvy / chubby / obese

Hair: white / blonde / brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / very brown / other [idk depends on how you define brown vs. olive? he's brown]

Height: under 3 foot / 3-4 foot / 4-5 foot / 5-6 foot / 6-7 foot / above 7 foot

Weight: under 100 pounds / 100-150 pounds / 150-200 pounds / 200-250 pounds / above 250 pounds

Scars: entire back down to tailbone pitted from broken glass being driven into it when it was thrown through a windshield, claw mark self harm scarring all over shoulders and collarbone, neck and vocal fold slashes, left hip partial replacement surgery, various self harm scars. No right breast [cancer], reduction scarring present on left, which is shoved to the side of his body from a pre-pubertal pneumothorax, oh yeah and his outer genitalia is partially melted because torture

Facial Features: lengthy, broken nose, narrow and leaf shaped eyes with the left pupil severely dilated, face and jaw are overall round, an underbite

Tattoos: a leaping koi fish in water stretching across the right side of his ribcage. The fish is black in color. Breaking Benjamin Celtic knot on left wrist at pulse point, in gold.

{Choose}

Dogs or Cats? Cats, but he's ambivalent overall.

Birds or Hamsters? Neither, small animals are a waste of time with too fragile respiratory systems.

Red or Blue? He literally can't see most shades of red.

Yellow or Green? Green, warm tones make him look burnt.

Black or White? Black. Gets dirty less.

Coffee or Tea? Neither, caffeine makes him sick.

Ice Cream or Cake? Neither, he's not a fan of sweets.

Fruits or Vegetables? Vegetables; nothing beats a good zucchini bread.

Sandwich or Soup? Ambivalent; either.

Magic or Melee? Melee, even though he knows he'll lose.

Sword or Bow? Neither, he fights with his fists.

Summer or Winter? Winter, it's cooler.

Spring or Autumn? He's indifferent yet again.

The Past or The Future? The past; the core tenet of his character is that he's wholly unable to move on from the things that have occurred to him.

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