#oc sai the painter

[smorallow]

Another doodle for the matchup for @ahatintime-oc-competition >:] now with my ahit oc Sai interacting with @moth-art-corner ahit oc Rifter! here is the the link to the poll!

[ahit-oc-corner]

Thank you @harlowehearse for this idea and @chocowhomps as well for the continuation for this >:] Lurker - @chocowhomps

[mayashesfly]

Document: The Traitor

(Or my personal take on the player in Pressure's Game Lore)

M-██████ - Codename: The Traitor, is a specifically made variant of M-████ made by Mr.█████ for the Blacksite Mission. (See document █████████ for more information)

Infected individuals by this variant are called Sleepers.

It has been modified to only find suitable Sleepers signed under the EXR-P unit. In the case of its current Sleeper dying, it will infect another EXR-P.

It is oblivious to its change of Sleepers, viewing its next run with its new Sleeper as another life. Though it does not grasp the concept that death is permanent and not reversible, viewing its next life as a normal phenomenon.

Due to its natural inclination to seek knowledge and take everything it can, it tends to gather all loose assets and all valuable equipment it can carry.

It excretes a colorless and odorless gas that Sleepers exhale, attracting Z-V06 when concentrated in an enclosed area, like lockers.

However, Sleepers inhaling this gas for too long in an enclosed area showcases symptoms of cleithrophobia and causes the Sleeper to leave the enclosed area immediately.

The smoke Z-283-Chainsmoker emits exacerbates this symptom.

As motivation for it to kill its current Sleeper before it can reach the Crystal, Mr.█████ has made a way to give it more information about the facility and its hazards when it changes Sleepers through the usage of the Saboteur's abilities.

It's shown to be effective during the early stages. Though currently, an unfortunate side effect of this action is that it now seeks out to survive until at least room 50 in order to meet the Saboteur.

[In the case that it reaches the Crystal, it will naturally make its current Sleeper fall down to their death before they can take the Crystal.

However, in its perspective, it believes that it actually took the Crystal and had to survive more rooms before it could 'win' thanks to Mr.█████'s abilities.

Depending on how it performs in this illusion, it will either meet the Saboteur as always when it 'dies' or transfer directly to another EXR-P unit thinking that it 'won'.]

Document: █████████

M-████ - Codename: █████████, are entities found in the █████████████ capable of entering the minds of people, taking root in the victim's brain to control their entire nervous system.

However, it is incapable of feeling the pain its infected individual experiences, leading their victim to be more susceptible to injury without being able properly treating it since it lacks proper self-preservation instincts.

Infected individuals lose autonomy on their own body, making them incapable of moving or talking. They remain conscious and self-aware even if infected severely, only retaining their capability to have their own thoughts and mind.

Dissections of the infected individuals showcases signs of brain damage left behind from a bright metallic-like substance, almost akin to mercury. Though most individuals have survived and recovered after being infected and released.

Transmission of unmodified M-████ is unpredictable as it is not traceable through any physical means. Though observations from known infected subjects showcase that key individuals in an infected subject's life can be more susceptible to being infected by M-████ as well.

One thing that is known about M-████ is that it has a natural inclination for seeking knowledge and taking everything it can, sometimes to the expense of the individual it has infected.

If someone you know suddenly developed an interest in exploration and/or asking invasive questions regardless of your closeness with the individual, contact ███████████████ immediately.

(Note: These documents are not affiliated with nor created by Urbanshade)

[pinatadulce]

"The poet and the painter" (Mini comic?)

Historians will call them close friends ♡

That moment when you befriend the poet by literally just looking at him

Damn I can draw backgrounds???

WH OC Trivia: Luddy (the purple looking grape dude) has social anxiety, which he's trying to overcome. His anxiety is quite severe it causes him to go completely mute in public/around those who aren't close to him (which makes it hard for him to communicate). However, as mentioned earlier, he is working on overcoming it, and he's slowly but surely making progress with the help and support from his beloved neighbors....but especially from a certain little peanut.

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[tiramegtoons]

I think everyone needs a Snatcher blanket >:] need this real plz

Wouldn’t you like to get wrapped up in that

[ghastigiggles]

ok lore ramble beneath the cut.

The Ministry and Urbanshade are collaborators, to some extent.

This is a fact not unknown to anyone who's part of the main party (the Polyschule, as Sunshine and I have taken to calling it). The assets both Cephei and Audie use to stay stable enough to keep coming down give that much away, and Sebastian grew quite familiar seeing the occasional doctor in yellow branding in passing while he was an MR-P.

For that reason, the Ministry was never among one of the potential escape routes he had in mind. The risk of trading himself (and, later, his charges) by accident for god-knows-what further testing and experimentation was too great to even consider it - if the MInistry didn't stab him in the back and just send him right into Urbanshade's arms again. Yeah, no, pass. He'll take his chances with the alternatives, if he can ever get a damn hold of them.

Audie has an intrinsic trust in the MInistry, however. The Ministry has only ever been good to them. (Of course it has. It's all conditioning, can't you see that? Can't you see how they brainwashed you? Please, Audie, please use your eyes, use your brain. I know you have one.)

Eventually, the crystal is recovered. Some random EXR-P gets it. Spin a wheel, throw a dart, there's your hero of Urbanshade. That sucks for everyone still in the Blacksite - because now the clock is ticking and the pressure is on.

With the biggest asset recovered, Urbanshade will either wait out the enemy's resources or deploy measures they simply couldn't risk with the crystal in enemy custody. They have days, if that, to get the fuck out before they die. That's the fact of it.

So, with dwindling options, Audie is given one opportunity in the empty shop to use their callsign on the radio and request help from the Aquarium.

"... Bravo-Echo-Lima triple-eight requesting pickup. Party of eight. One Advocate, the rest assets of Urbanshade seeking recovery. They have information to offer in exchange for safe delivery to the surface."

When Sebastian walks in on the tail end of that exchange, the arrangements are already made, and while he's pissed off and terrified of the ramifications, this is something they're all locked in to now.

All he can hope is that Audie's faith is well-placed in Director Hart and the Aquarium staff, or they're all royally fucked.

[ghost-skull-trash]

Within this hell, Tear out your heart to survive : Chapter 3

Trudging onwards, Rain is met with the turret system of the site, and it’s mysterious controller.

Painter is predominately featured this chapter! (Hooray!) Sorry it took a while for the third chapter! Things are certainly hectic at the moment, but still have a nice day!

Chapter 3 : Bargaining with a bullet

“Between these two choices, whatever hurts less will suffice”

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Rain stood in the doorway, a bead of sweat dripped down her face.

She calculated her options in her head, there was a chance that whomever is in control of the turret system wasn't watching this hall at the moment, perhaps they'd moved onto different sections and gun down whatever poor sod was in their line of sight... But on the increasingly more likely hand, this was a trap, and as soon as Rain stepped into this veritable barrel of a gun she would be filled with more molten lead than she had blood.

Carefully she stepped inside, the room stank of metal overwhelmingly so.

Rummaging through a few desks, finding nothing more than crumpled paper and some glow in the dark stickers… cool but far from useful for long term survival..

Rain Closed the desk, pocketing the stickers for important science reasons.. Perhaps she was too hasty in leaving the safe room.. What if SEVER was back there and wondering where she had gone! The thought made her sick to her stomach with anxiety.

She Briskly turned around and headed back where she came, as her hand was about to pass through the frame, the heavy metal door closed by itself, and the lights went dark.

The automatic beep of the turret system made her duck to the floor and behind an upturned desk, moments before where she was standing was lit up in a hellstorm of bullets.

“ Better hope you're bulletproof !” echoed from the room's intercom, there was an oddness to it, either due to damage or interference, the intercom made the speaker sound.. robotic.

Keeping her head low as the red optics of the ceiling mounted turrets grazed by, Rain held her breath as she struggled to adjust her eyes to the dark.

Her hand brushed against something as she fumbled for her goggles, a horrid realisation struck her as it became clear what else was sharing this micro sanctuary with her, a warm corpse.

The Source of the metallic stench made her quietly gag, her hands trembling as worry clouded her mind.

“Is this where I die? Am I going to die alone? Will I ever see the stars again? Will SEVER even find me?” These thoughts raced through her mind, a million and one per second.

Paralyzed with fear, Rain felt tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes as the turret system moved around almost agitatedly, the familiar taunting voice of the intercom echoing again “ Urrrrgh … COME ON! THIS IS BORING ! ” The impatient voice yelled at her.

This both agitated and snapped her out of her trance, her determination to survive renewed as she plotted a plan to escape this firing range.

Taking a quick peek from behind the desk, Rain got a glimpse of the door, it was thankfully not locked by whatever being was in power over the turrets, ducking back again as the lazer optics passed by.

Testing a theory, Rain grabbed a discarded clipboard and tossed it over the desk, the turret tracking its arc as it tore it to shreds in nigh microseconds, leaving the smouldering bits of wood to scatter to the floor as splinters. “ HA! You missed! ” The Taunting voice yelled out, unaware of the trap it waltzed into and the dangerous game Rain was playing.

Rain Carefully grabbed the still warm body, struggling to stay behind shelter, when the optics went past the desk, Rain threw the body with all her might, forcing the turrets system to focus onto it, shooting the already dead body to near mush all the while it gave Rain a chance to make a mad dash to the door.

“ What? HEY! WAIT- NO AUUUGH, GET BACK HERE! ” The operator of the turret struggled to get it to fire on Rain , it continued on firing as it moved to face Rain, bullets racing along the wall as Rain fumbled with the doors controls, struggling to get it open!

The gunfire deafened any and all sounds as she managed to get the door open and flung herself through, bullets narrowly avoiding her head by mere inches, but for her left leg to be set on fire with agonising pain.

Her screams were muffled by the turret's fire, pushing herself behind the sturdy metal wall as the turret wound down, crying as she held her bleeding leg in pain, blood soaked her hands as the door closed, her mysterious attacker to chime back one last time before the door sealed.

“ Wait.. you're not an expendable..? ”

Rain put pressure on her leg, something was for sure broken, definitely shattered.

Wrapping her orange science gorka tightly around her leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding, she crawled onwards.

Using a wheelie chair and her one good leg to push herself forwards down the dull hallways, her eyes darting along corners for any sign of turrets, the pain in her leg was torture, any slight move would send shockwaves of pure hellfire through her veins

Stopping by an open ventilation system, Rain caught her breath, struggling to stay awake from the blood loss, she almost didn’t hear the sound of encroaching bells and screams.

[marysoulpainter]

Happy Valentines Day! <3

[smorallow]

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Lurker - @chocowhomps

[bluebluebluewoods]

“Was it gutsy” (very softly) “n..no…..”

[ahit-oc-corner]

as promised here are the sketches and drawings I have not posted a lot of wips and sketches of gay cringe

[ukulele-mixtape]

🎵🌙 I WANNA GO,

I WANNA GO FOR A RIDE

UP IN THE MUSIC

& ROCK YO' BODY!!🌙🎵

[kibo-no-akademi]

💞Lovestruck💞

[hat-guy-official]

you and etoiles are such good friends ^^ 🤭

Wow. What keen observation skills you have.

I don’t know what the infatuation is with you people and me talking to my classmates. It’s not that big of a deal.

[tuktev]

i still don't really get how painting works

[sometimesidreamofhorses]

The WIP is comming along greatly. I love The sunglower motif in The jewelry, aswell as The pedals floating about. I feel That it gives this charector a really floaty and angelic appeal. Never The less it’s also story relevant for The charector itself, and i would love to be able to tell That story some day. But in conclusion. Here is my current progress on Axel ‘The fallen Angel’ (his alias)