#its a mini hell?

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Okay so…

Thinking about Degan, again.

If Nul’s rage was a hurricane, devastating with a calm center, Degan’s rage is like a ravaging blizzard. Cold and terrifying if caught, you do not want to be at his attentions when he is in this state.

Unfortunately for the hero he was.

It was shortly after Nul was run through upon the Hero’s blade, the body not even cold. Blood still ran freely, and the so called “Demon” took his few last breaths while smiling. Disturbing the party of wannabe warriors, the witch among them lashing out with magic to try and finish off the monster.

It did nothing of course, Nul was already dead his final breaths having whispered out of his body. Dying with a small smile on his pale, peaceful, face and cut corpse.

Confused, the party continued to prod at the body, desecrating it.

And then they heard it, much like the shrieks of the wind an echoing wail ripped through the eerie silence that had settled over the battlefield. And that bird-like wail tapered with the bellowing roars along side it.

Nul’s familiars had sensed their master’s death. And one was more filled with an all consuming rage than the rest.

The final roar that came was death, a promise.

. . .

And an eerie calm settled over the smoke covered battlefields, with no visuals around. And no way of knowing if the beasts were near-

Without warning Degan appeared before them.

His face looked as though it were carved of stone and his eyes jade. Features set, immovable, eyes tracing each of his enemies. Before the jade settled upon his limp master splayed out and bled. Like an animal…

The towering “man” knelt by his master’s corpse. Staring for a moment, until his eyes shifted to the fatal wound. Then upon the many others that were inflicted on the party’s panic. It was then that Degan’s eyes changed, and the jade boiled.

His once neutral features contorted into a fanged snarl, and scales like shards of obsidian sprung forth upon his flesh. Spreading, encasing, revealing. Fabric tore, and Degan’s limbs blackened. Fingers cracking as he flexed them into new shapes. Horns pried from the brow like a sickening bloody red crown. It glared with such a fury, the “hero” was the only one who met his wrathful gaze.

The eyes that held them were so bright but so dark. The creature clawed at its own throat fighting a bellow that ripped from its own lungs. Ink welling up in the corners of the bright and dark eyes. Darker than blood, there was a crack of a whip. But it wasn’t a whip, it was a tail… tails! Unseen for their shapes in the violent thrashing and cracking.

Fangs dripped, as though the mouth that held them was not large enough. Saliva and tears scorched the ground like acid. And the body that held these features continued to flex and grow break and heal.

Glinting eyes remained the same, only growing in number, as they pinned the rest of party in place, they felt terror unlike anything else. An apex predator had crawled up from whatever hell and descended upon them.

Many fainted from terror, others stood their ground all while trembling. And some of weak will died. Died from one glance of this beast.

. . .

The “hero” readied his sword, but found he no longer had hands.

“AHHHHHHH-!”

His screams echoed, as Degan observed the holy blade within his talons, the severed hands still clasped on the hilt. The party behind him panicked, they hadn’t even seen him move. The monster’s speed too quick for them to react-

“GOOOOOOOON!” was the echoing bellow, The Behemoth was approaching.

Called by their Master’s death and their previous Master’s own call.

The monster was towering, a quadruped of massive size. Feet- Stumps akin to the trunks of thick oak, capable of squashing a platoon easily. It’s body was like that of a giant crab, with a head that resembled a living boulder sat squarely between the first two legs. Like a sick looking turtle, the eyes were the only thing that resembled such creatures.

It was only now that the numerous thuds of others, enemies, approaching took away their attention from the agonized hero. One by one each familiar appeared from the dissipating smoke.

The kelpie, a pitch colored, fang mouthed, creature. Mocking the appearance of a gallant stallion. Skin wet, and hooves facing backward as it trotted. Eyes shone a terrible blue, the blue of an angry blackened sea. It screeched an awful cry akin to that of a dying woman or child. Its fangs promised pain.

The Gale Wolves, monsters surpassing the size of dire wolves capable of having the winds at beck and call. Grey furred with a whispy tail of white translucent air. They glared much like the others that approached. The Pheonix, the Kirin, the Harpy… descended from the sky.

And with their own means surrounded the party.

. . .

But all stopped of their own volition some ways away. The party was past panicking, all in terror, and in their fear made a grave mistake.

They took their eyes off of IT.

And in the next moment realized their error: As their paladin was suddenly without a head on his shoulders. Blood, thick and red gushed from the arteries almost akin to a fountain. The anxious heart beating out the life waters quickly as the body stumbled and tottered over.

“How could you..?”

The fearful men and women alive turned their heads quickly. Watching the creature, this spiteful creature, cradling the gasping head of their paladin in its palm.

Green hued eyes stared down with nothing but contempt. Talons stroked across a trembling cheek, wiping tears streaming from the eyes of the weeping head. The head of the faith man falsely sighed its last breath as the eyes rolled into his skull.

A beat passed, maybe two, no one moved no one breathed. And all at once, horror was then inspired in all who witnessed soul’s, as the creature lent forward in mockery of a tender kiss. Giving the head a “breath of life”, and the faith man breathed again.

You see the beast was no so kind as to let this man go, none of them would be let go, not one who had so crudely stolen away its Master. And they were all guilty.

All hell broke loose among the mortals.

The ones in the party desperate to not end up in such a fate quickly took their own lives. Making sure to ensure their skulls were pulverized. Others started screaming prayers to their patrons… Who had already turned away the moment the beast had descended upon the field.

And the hero… the hero was frozen. Frozen in fear, as he struggled with his slowly regenerating hands. His rejuvenating blessing was nearly blocked by this all encompassing power of the monster.

The blackened beast waved a free taloned claw, and all at once the once dead were now alive and whole. Alive and screaming again. Alive realizing: After encountering their patrons and saints, after being told that they would become but dust before they returned, after being told who, and what, they had angered.

. . .

Realizing they were in Hell.

And the Beast. Laughed.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[liquidstar]

im afraid i may have i classically conditioned myself. i have a space heater in my room, the kind that makes fan noise when i turn it on. i think ive come to associate that sound with being warm, because i recently got a mini fridge that also makes fan noise, and now i keep feeling hot even though its the same temperature its always been (which is usually cold for me). my fridge makes me warm. thats all backwards. damn you pavlov.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Remembrance and Forgetfulness

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[leiththebard]

utterly befuddled... my brother thinks chulls in stormlight look like cows. and doesn't think that the canonical depictions of chasmfiends is right. brother dearest did you LOOK at the pictures Shallan drew??? Did you READ WoK???? He really hears chiton and thinks COWS????

[clown-friend-gt]

My g/t hot take that no one asked for:

Anything above 30 feet is not a mini giant. Sure, in comparison to other giants in fiction, that's not that big, but think about encountering, say, a 40 ft giant in real life. That is huge. You are the size of, like, a barbie doll to them. That is not mini.

Also, in my opinion, the fun part about minigiants is the unique size dynamic. They can fit in your house, but will still be too big for it to feel normal. They can't carry you in one hand, but they can carry you around like a stuffed animal. Encountering one isn't as inherently dangerous as encountering a regular giant would be, but they still have the potential to be scary if they aren't careful (or if they're trying to be). The dynamic is a little different with minigiants, and a lot of that nuance begins to fade above 30 feet.

Again, this is just my opinion, but it comes from my experience of writing different size dynamics. I think a lot of people tend to classify minigiants based on how big they are in comparison to other giants, when we should be looking at how big they are in comparison to a human, which is where all the fun dynamics come in to play.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[caffeccino]

90% of a copic for 80 cents a markery babyyyyy

[baalzebufo]

ooohhg I want to post my Epitome progress... im so happy with it! the two main stars are maaaybe a little wobbly but if you're looking at them from a normal distance away they look fine, haha. I wanted the mirrors surface to have a starry background with the implication of eyes in there *_*

I've still gotta highlight, give the gems more depth, and of course handle my two daemonette attendants (i normally dont do subassembly stuff but... no way was I painting all those coils with the girls glued down. so they're on temp bases right now)

all in all coming out really good! im coming up on finishing my slaanesh warband which is exciting :]

[ria-the-camel]

made the mistake of looking at the cr tag, and on one hand I understand people getting frustrated with the Hells freeing Predathos, but on the other, as usual:

This is first and foremost a dnd game, and if my DM said “this being that trumps even the gods and has a direct hand in your creation and powers is here and you can try to fuse with it/control it”, well, I’m jumping right in baybeeee

[lethologicaee]

reveal of the assignment that took over the last month of my life. for a star wars film class of all things..... well. sorry for the shitty notes app scans it is what it is

sketches and stuff under the cut 😸

[spearxwind]

Finally finished this!! My beautiful baby girl the F-18 Hornet <3

[mossfueldgoblin]

windows: im the most stable operating system :D

also windows: you dare run a game and have me install minecraft?? fuck you *corrupts graphics driver*

[fagkermit]

Im so fucking sick erughhh

[sea-buns]

Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?

You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.

You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.

You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—

you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."

Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.

[quotidian-oblivion]

I hate those memes with moms (or dads) getting exasperated or irritated with their kids and joke about how much they hate them, or underappreciate their kids and undermine their love for their parents. I hate them. If you don't want kids, don't have them. If you're "stuck" with your kid(s) then maybe reconsider your mindset as a parent and look beyond the surface. They're kids. They're not gonna say "I love you" until you make a habit to say it first.

[insomnya777]

I lose my mind every time I think abt Grian's "IF we get back together" from the superhero au. Absolutely gut renching I am holding Scar in my arms

HAHAHHA omg stop i kinda forgot i wrote that what 😭😭😭😭