#mana's time

[gahhhb]

[ Devour ]

[flabbergastedpigeon]

Dragon King

[gacktfan69]

One of my favourite pictures ever

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[solspurv]

ambrosia

[lloydfrontera]

i for some goddamned reason hadn't realized the inherent homoerotism involved in the mana manipulation that javier and lloyd do on each other when the need arises but like. damn. lloyd literally has to stop himself from moaning outloud when javier infuses his own mana into him, comparing it with a massage, a day at the sauna and a warm bowl of soup all at the same time. fellas is it gay to pour your own life force into your friend, gently coaxing his body into repairing itself while permeating his entire body with your own essence?? and then they have the audacity of bantering about how well they know each other like no shit you guys you've quite literally explored each other's bodies at this point lmao

[madrevolting]

(thinking really hard) um... ryou and yugi in those illuminati era outfits

[ruushes]

tagged by @demandthedoodles for Wip "Wednesday" thank you sm for the tag!!! a billion hours ago i thought it would be fun to try a painting with campfire lighting. it was a simpler time

[mobiuslooper]

Some CH3 screenshots, can you tell who my fav is

[falling-star-cygnus]

ONE BADASS BILLY COMING RIGHT UP >W< -> these two know what's up

thank you all so much for your kind words, by the by!! words can't express how thankful i am that you enjoy my content <3 Masterlist

bare with me, this is about to be a dumpster fire of attempted trick shots and angsty dialogue. LET'S GOOO 🙌

It all happened in an instant.

The shot was lined up, non-lethal upon the Boss's request, and he swore he could see target lines painted in gold-

And the roof caved in on him.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

It was one of the special occasions that the Hares' weren't making a deal for a Hollow Raid- one with some kinda mechanic enthusiast this time. Why were all the mechanics they met so hellbent on prying into his wiring anyway?

"And I don't just mean your mettle."

It made it hard to find a consistent repairman.

Billy didn't know what his bullet ended up hitting- when the shot went wide- didn't remember much of anything after his head was kathunked by a heavy piece of tin, but he knew it lodged in something fleshy. And he really hoped it wasn't one of his girls.

"Guess some things never change though, huh?"

....really hoped it wasn't one of his girls.

Squirreling his way out of this batch of rubble was thankfully... relatively... painless. At the very least the android kept the majority of his oil inside this time. If Billy ignored the piece of rebar in his abdomen then it wasn't there, and it clatters to the ground forgotten all the same anyway.

A note sits innocuously among the tattered remains of the warehouse, a single geometric flower etched in the corner. It's expensive paper, cardstock the android thinks, with roughly the same feel as a hit card.

Fitting. ________________________________________ Heey, Kid. Enjoy your power nap? By the time you read this, we'll be long gone. So don't bother searching too hard, kay? ;) Or blowing a fuse, the Hare broads are safe. For now, anyway, the tiny one- white hair?- put up one hell of a fight when you went down. Jeez. Anyway, I think you know how these things work. Deliver 5000D to XXXX and you'll get your girls back If you're quick about it, we won't even declaw your kitty ---------------------------+_____________|\_/^

Billy crumples the note before even reaching the sign off. He doesn't care. The location he was given was one he was familiar with, a little hole in the wall where foot traffic was light.

A hole in the wall where everyone had some sort of involvement with each other. No one would be there by accident.

No one would leave by accident either.

The android can feel a familiar buzzing under his plating. A buzz that tinted his video sensors with target signs rather than faces and made his trigger happy fingers even twitchier.

It was terrifyingly familiar.

He wanted to sink into it, let himself fall into old habits until the Boss ordered him out of it. And why shouldn't he, anyway? His family was gone. The people who let him be Billy instead of Billy Kid, the feared enforcer, were gone.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

War was not a place for soft metals, or gentle hands, or off-beat dances. Billy had gotten careless, allowed himself to become too lax in the clumsy love of people who didn't quite know how to be a family.

This was his fault.

Something bumps into his sneaker.

Billy just barely manages to keep himself from shooting it down, and it's only because the tiny thing's green body registers as familiar.

"Amillion?"

Nicole's little Bangboo, as quiet a thing it is, chitters at him- clutching at his ankle like a needy dog. Billy hates that it soothes the fire ant itch- that need to hurt- under his plating somewhat.

"Did you get yourself hurt?" the android questions as he crouches down.

"Ehn-na. Nah, Nah!"

...yeah, he doesn't know why he asked either. Amillion is a hardy sucker. For a Bangboo, at least.

"Na- ehn-na! Ehn!"

It sticks out it's plush little hand, waving it was such insistence that Billy feels compelled to take it between his fingers. The android keeps his grip gentle, despite-

Discomfort spikes in Billy's head as memories- familiar, warm, memories- are inputted directly into his video processors.

Braiding soft hair, powering off in the sun with the smallest Hares curled into jacket, dancing in cramped living rooms with the weight of socked feet on smooth metal.

His family chases away that burning rage that had threatened to drown him- a life ring in a sea of brownish red tar that drags him back to his body.

"Ehna..."

It takes a few more seconds, mostly because every wire in his body is clinging to the remnants of his girls' voices, but the android snaps back to the present.

Amillion pats his palm with a comforting chirrup.

...right.. Billy wasn't a mindless weapon anymore. He wasn't going to act like one. ->;<- Slinking into a rusty warehouse with a bright green Bangboo hooked onto his shoulder theoretically should've been harder than it was. Especially considering his own choice of bright red leather.

Or- as Nicole would say- his choice of R255 leather.

Heh.

Billy missed his boss.

The android descends on the group with a flurry of bullets, ignoring the screams that ring out as the metal shells find new homes in kneecaps, elbows, and feet. Immobilizing shots.

Not lethal ones.

Although Amillion might not have gotten that memo, considering it's little machine gun causes... quite a few lackeys to drop. But what Billy doesn't dwell on can't hurt him. His abdomen throbs.

It doesn't take long for the head honcho to come scurrying out of his hidey hole.

What do you know, flooding an anthill with blood works just as well as flooding it with water.

The android shoves his gun into the hollow of his jaw.

"Where are they."

"Hey, hey, hey-!" he tries to backpedal, hands raised up by his head, "We can talk about this, yeah? Calm down-"

Billy is freshly out of patience, and apparently- so is the Bangboo, because they pull the hammer back at the same time.

"They're not hurt! Just- oh, who am I kidding, you're not going to kill me." He's not, but Amillion might.

"You've gotten soft, Kid."

It's odd to hear it said again, that phrase that's been rattling around his memory banks. Maybe he has.

Maybe it's not such a bad thing if it means more warm memories to look back on. The android pulls the gun back-

"Wow," the man chuckles, low and mocking and borderline hysteric, "You really have! Showing me mer- hrk!?"

-and pistol whips him.

"Believe me," Billy starts, holstering The Girls to take the man by the back of the neck, "Putting a bullet between your teeth sounds pretty good right now."

The man gulps and if the android had a mouth he'd probably grin.

"Killing you would be mercy."

Compared to what my girls' are going to do to you after I make sure they're ok, Billy tacks on- in the privacy of his head. His fingers twitch on the back of the man's neck.

"If I find out you've hurt them..." "I haven't! I haven't, I swear, they're all ok!"

...and this was the man that called the android soft? He caved so quickly..

After everything is said in done, the man hadn't been lying. Nicole, Nekomata, and Anby are all ok- sans the slight irritation of rope burns and metal cuff chafing. [Anby had to be restrained more effectively]

The girls' let him fuss over them for all of a few minutes before returning the favor tenfold. Which he didn't think was fair- the android wasn't the one that got kidnapped!

"You have a hole in your abdomen!" Nicole nearly screeches, shaking him by his lapels but being careful not to dislodge Amillion from the hook on his shoulder, "Billy!"

"You were in danger!"

[mananea]

back to the grind

[darlighl]

took part in the dgm zine servers Secret Lero gifting, and made this for @seijitheclown :)

Had a lot of fun with the prompt as you can see.

Neah didn't spend all day baking with Mana just for these two piranhas to swoop in and have some first!

[donamasu]

Magic-user Chilchuck - Early on, he happens to encounter code-breaking magic, which is lock-picking taken to its logical extreme. Skeptical but intrigued, he seeks out mana practice (training that increases mana capacities, within reason) then de facto founds a new magic style that minimizes mana and maximizes impact. Why kill with an explosion when a thousandth of the mana can interrupt a cardiac electrical circuit, causing immediate death? Hypothetically, of course.

His magic work causes strife with some half-foot factions, as well as catalyzes regular audits from western elves. Since "half-magic" (derisively coined by elves and tongue-in-cheek used by half-foots) uses so little raw power, their charges levied never pan out. He's been subtly threatened more than once by them for getting into subpractices that use too much power, though. So, he keeps his work proprietary, under incredible lock and key. The price is the barrier this creates for training new half-magic users.

Chilchuck is still fundamentally a lock-pick and navigator, but he can crack magic locks, navigates using charmed maps, and holds his own in mediation against the long-lived races. His name is bigger than he'd like. Rumor has it that he's carried out assassinations using untraceable small magic. (He can't meaningfully deny the hearsay, so he doesn't try, but he keeps his head down.) By the time he joins the Toudens, he loathes elves, but also has some envy. As he ages, he realizes how little time he has left to document and transmit his work to other half-foots.

[surrealsunset]

my page for @dgm20thproject that i forgot to post...! i worked on the glitch effects on this until the very anguish of this page was screaming at me straight into my burnt out retinas lol

[my-craft]

Mana: Land of the four seas and home of the Riptide Pirates

Other versions without the ocean color under the cut!

The islands are not exactly to scale, but I wanted to make sure they were visible. I’ll try to make edits as they visit more islands to try and keep this updated!

And click for the details! Tumblr loves eating the quality

[scarapanna]

The berserk/cursed form guide 2.0

So I decided to give this headcanon a bit of a rework for the funsies (and also because drawing cookies is really fun jsfnsbf)

Anyhow let's start with the basics! (Almost all of it is headcanon)

First of all, a "cursed" form is a manifestation of a cookie's magic which can be triggered only when specific factors are at play, these mainly being mana levels and stress levels.

Mana is similiar to a "battery", and works as an indicator for the amount of magic present in one's body (The more a cookie is experienced, the less mana it consumes to cast advanced spells).

It depletes when magic is used (The amount depends on the complexity of what's being done) and when it's low enough it starts to have reprecussions on the cookie itself (i'll go more in depth on this another time).

Either way, one of the things it influences is a spell's ability to "fail"

If a cookie is distracted whilst casting something, it might not be intuned enough with it's magic and is more likely to nullify a spell (expecially if complex).

Most of the time nothing will happen, but if this is combined with low mana and high levels of stress it can trigger a defense mechanism which makes magic take a hold of a cookies body (This can also be triggered when a spell is casted on someone with equally high levels of stress, thus triggering this reponse from their body as well).

The cookie is not in control of itself in this state nor is it concious of what's going on, thus this state being refered to as "cursed".

This form is pretty much magic given a phisical appearence that tends to reflect both a cookie's looks and magic type

Oddly enough, it's destructive only if it has been provoked and takes most of one's own traits to define its behaviour, the way it acts can help with figuring out how to get a cookie out of this state

Ways to get a cookie out of the "cursed" state

This manifestation of magic can either percieve it's surroundings as a threat as soon as it takes control of the cookie or (this is less usual to see) not break havoc as soon but still be incredibly tense to everything around it.

To give the cookie back control one can either fight the manifestation until it vanishes, or wait for it to dissapear on it's own as time runs out

A staring contest is usually better than a full on fight against uncontrolled magic

As soon as the cookie is given control back, in both cases it's mana will be greatly depleted and it is very likely for them to faint as soon as they're back to normal, once they wake up the cookie won't recall memories of that defense mechanism (Due to the whole "not being concious nor in control" ordeal)

[Edit: separate post for how mana works can be found here]