#oc: deimos

[koboldfactory]

New Album Out

I put together an album of some of my oldest music tracks for a game idea I had all the way back in like 2017/18 for fun! I don't know if I'll ever come back to the game idea so I thought it could be cool to shine a light on some of my very early music work to show how far I've come! Feel free to check it out! It's totally free! (the post title is a link)

[dragonskulls]

in the Vast Moor, the ruling system is fairly similar to other quivers; there's a leader –the Accipiter– and their second in command –the Noctua– but with the exception of having a third rank, the Corvus:

the Corvus has a practical role that borders on the religious. Wyvern training is incredibly important for moor runners, as such, it's obvious that someone who oversees that aspect would have a respected position of power. The Corvus is an influential advisor, playing a big role in the selection of future leaders, and is the one tasked to supervise all wyvern rearing in the quiver, being extremely knowledgeable on these creatures. Burials were another task traditionally assigned to them, but it wasn't until recently that they were allowed to do that again.

The reason for this previously mentioned prohibition is attributed to one dragon only: Shrikeshred

(cw for cannibalism mention lol) Shrikeshred is a controversial figure. Regarded as the Vast Moor's most talented Corvus in history –something clearly seen in her masterpiece book "Way of the shrike" which showcases her incredible wyvern handling abilities and techniques, some of which are still used today– that unfortunately took a turn for the worst. A famous cannibal, not much is known about what made her go off the deep end, though it is believed tensions with the Accipiter in her era and the lean times of winter season may have had something to do with it. After disappearing into thin air one day, her shadow is still cast over the foggy moors. How could anyone forget what she had done? There wasn't a Corvus for a long time, which proved detrimental to wyvern management in the quiver's territory. Some say she's still out there, waiting for the right moment to come back. The wyverns pictured here were Shrikeshred's favorites, all of them species considered untameable, especially the Death spitter, a dreaded wyvern that can spit boiling acid. So far she has been the first and only dragon to be able to train these species.

been wanting to post this for a while but i had to finish all the refs first 😭 if you're wondering why the style changes it's bc they were done months apart aheem. ANYHOW! im excited to do more pieces and comics revealing what actually happened with Shrikeshred, as well as other characters involved with that whole mess. Also here's some tiny bits of more info on her toyhouse

+ some silly posts

[valen-dreth]

... awesome, man thanks

[sleepyfan-blog]

Author’s note: this is Mer-Deimos’ debut! Next

Warnings: transformation

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Summary: Deimos uses a special mirror to aid him in mimicking his target.

“Mirror, mirror shining bright, what will you show me tonight? A glimpse of my enemy, koving where they should not be? My allies’ whispered plots and lies? Or the truth that all disguise?” Deimos croon as he swims gracefully around a very old, very well taken care of and highly polished silver backed mirror. He swum around it nine times exactly as he chanted the words before moving up to the mirror's surface and looking into it.

What the alpha legionnaire saw was not his reflection - a bald mer-octopus with teal skin and bright silver rings that warned those who could see him of the venom he could spit and bite at will, but a striking Blood Angel, the other's gold-spun hair shining in gilded waves around him as his sanguine eyes shone and he covered his mouth to laugh, eyes flicking over to a companion

Demos tilted his head as he memorized the other Astartes’ form. First, his eyes shifted from the aqua-blue that made him stand out slightly amongst his brothers to the keen-eyed, shifting to the crimson of his target. His nails - kept carefully filed and sharpened shortened and the color of the top half of his body shifted shades. finally his lower half began to shift from the eight tentacles to the singular silvery tail and long gliding fins of his currently clueless target.

Hair grew from his scalp, tickling fiercely. It took several long minutes to adjust it to the right length, wave pattern and shade. He stared at his target, shifting his cheekbones and nose into the correct shape before bearing his many jagged teeth, realignment and shifting them one tooth at a time. Careful, now. Patience. Blood Angels lived in tightly knit pods, and he would need to trail his target for days to ensure his scent and vocal mimicry were correct.

Once Deimos was sure that his mimic was as correct as he could make it, he swim off to report to his superior officer, to get his full mission. Their primarchs’ sacred mirror was an incredible, enduring gift their beloved fathers had given to all Alpha Legionnaires, but could only give them so much.

The brief expressions of panic and distress that his brothers shot his way as he swam past them, careful to use his new fins and tail in the ways that Blood Angels’ effortlessly glided through the water pleased Deimos greatly. It meant that his disguise should stand up to proper scrutiny.

[howoffcentre]

I have brainworms

[winterwoodragon]

Some Artfight prep! Getting up some proper icons :3

[crabmail]

decided to finally finish these because i wanted a few more characters for my artfight page. it was ridiculous how close to done the pufferfish one was.

[choking-on-your-alibis]

phobos and deimos - my favourite deities (!!) - how are y’all adjusting to the mortal realm ? ^^

phobos: the mortal realm is okay, but i hate it when my actions have consequences

deimos: this is the first time i’ve been in a modern city

[heroofashesnot]

Finally drew me and @amazing-spiderling’s Symbiote Matts together! I love her design and appreciate seeing what new things she comes up with!

[janzoo]

Read it on AO3 above or the readmore below - 

@polyshipweek

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Aymeric de Borel/Warrior of Light/Estinien Wyrmblood, Azem/Aymeric's Ancient/Estinien's Ancient Characters: Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Aymeric de Borel, Estinien Wyrmblood, Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Aymeric's Ancient, Estinien's Ancient, (sorry I don't know how else to tag them) Additional Tags: Female Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Au Ra Xaela Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Named Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV), Polyamory, Fluff and Angst, Oneshot, Ficlet, polyshipweek's Polyship Week 2023, Warrior of Light Is A Shard of Azem (Final Fantasy XIV), Soulmates, Character Death Summary:

Prompt: Soulmates (+ a little bonus Non-Linear)

Drakyr, Aymeric, and Estinien wonder together about the Ancients and their shards. If only they knew how similar they were to the people they originated from.

I hope

that if alternate universes exist,

it will still be you

and me

in the end. I hope that

there will always be an us.

In every world,

In every story.

-          Tina Tran, “Let us always find each other”

                 “What’s on your mind?” asked Drakyr. She sat upon a sofa in Borel Manor with Aymeric’s head on her lap, and Estinien leaning over the back behind her. Aymeric’s eyes were distant.

               “Hm? Oh, I beg your pardon. I have caught myself ruminating on what you told me of the Ancients of late, and it seems it’s happened again.”

               “What about the Ancients? I’ll tell you what I can.”

               “The fact that we were once Ancients ourselves, and as we are now is but a fraction of what they once were. I…I don’t feel any lacking, or less than complete.” He smiled at her. “Not unless we are apart, dear.”

               Drakyr snickered. Estinien rolled his eyes, but smiled as well.

               “I know not which piques my fascination more: who I was as an Ancient, or who the supposed pieces of myself are upon the other worlds.”

               “I try not to think of it,” Estinien commented. “Like you, I don’t feel as though I’m incomplete. I can be no more than myself, and that applies to the lot of us. Besides, it sounds like the kind of train of thought that could easily drive one to madness.”

               “Ha, more than likely. I feel as though I’ve taken the first steps into madness already,” replied Aymeric.

               “Says the two people who haven’t travelled through time and experienced the unsundered world themselves,” said Drakyr, an eyebrow raised.

               Estinien nodded to the side, conceding. “A fair point.”

               “Still…sometimes, I wonder about it all, too. I wonder if we knew each other as Ancients, or if I met your shards when I went to the First.” Drakyr shrugged before running a hand through Aymeric’s hair and leaning back to kiss Estinien’s cheek. Aymeric closed his eyes with a soft sigh. “I’m curious too, and perhaps my next adventures will answer our questions. But for now, I know you two as you are, and I’m glad for it.”

~*~*~

               Azem wept over the distant-eyed body laying across her lap. The dampness of her tears offered no relief from the fire blazing around them.

               “Azem! Azem!” cried an approaching voice. Azem didn’t look up until they added, “Boudica!”

               “D-Deimos…”

               “I’m here,” said Deimos, coming up behind Azem – Boudica, and embracing her. His face fell when he saw the body with her. “Oh, Phobos…no…”

               “She was already dead when I arrived,” Boudica managed, pausing to sob again. “We were too late.”

               Tears pricked Deimos’ vision. He reached with a shaking hand and closed Phobos’ eyes.

               “I…I checked the s-sources you gave me,” Deimos stated, hoping that speaking of their objective might keep him from breaking down. His voice shook. “Nothing. I’m-I’m sorry. We’re no closer to understanding this madness than we were before.” He looked up at the burning red sky. “I fear all is lost…”

               Boudica took a deep, trembling breath. “Forget it. Forget all of it, then. If we have naught left but each other, then we stay together until whatever end claims us.”

               Deimos nodded, slowly, and returned to embracing Boudica. “What then?”

               Boudica whispered, “I find you again one day. I know you two enough to see you across any distance.”

[valen-dreth]

i love you alive girl

[sleepyfan-blog]

Craft

Author’s Note:  this is the second part of mer-Deimos fic!  Previous. Next

Tagged:  @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyanrose

Warnings: lying, manipulation

Summary: Deimos makes contact with a pod of young Blood Angels, integrating in with them to fish for information.

Deimos hums softly to himself as he swims over to where the nearest pod of Blood Angels were hunting. He keeps to the shadows of the kelp forest, listening in on their playful vox-chatter, to ascertain that the Blood Angel whose identity he’d taken was not currently within this pod - as otherwise he’d need to lure the Astartes’ whose face he’d taken away for his brothers to hold in place while he assessed the potential threat that this particular pod of Blood Angels posed to the plans that the Alpha Legion had in mind for this region.

Once he was relatively sure that “his” presence would be welcomed, he made his way out of the kelp forest and re-joined the “brothers” who were chasing after a large school of fish. There was a gap in the circle that they’d made which was allowing more of their prey to escape than they wanted, so he slid into place with a faux-cheerful greeting “Good afternoon, brothers! Lovely day for a hunt.” 

The rest of the Blood Angel pod chirped friendly greetings -and by the markings on their armor, they seemed to be younger Blood Angels. They were each full battle brothers, but hadn’t been for long. It did not take long with his assistance for everyone to each be able to gorge himself on as much live prey as each wanted to feast upon. 

“Brothers Sergeant Plethas, I didn’t realize you were in the area. I thought you were visiting with your bonded?” One of the younger Astartes asks, dark red eyes peering up at him curiously.

Plethas hummed before playfully reaching out and scruffing the nosy little brother “I just wanted to check in on how you all were doing. Good thing too, as otherwise the hole in your hunting circle would have meant that you all would have had to chase after the reforming school of prey for hours if not days longer.”

The younger cousin he’d scruffed pouted up at him, squirming a little “We… We were working on it! Besides, we wouldn’t have gone too much further south. Not with the recent breakdowns in negotiations between some of the larger chaos pods and our older brothers… Not that I’d have to remind you about that. You know more about it than any of us do. Do you know when the negotiations are going to continue? Or have the Chaos Bastards swum off in a huff again?”

… Negotiations? Deimos hadn’t heard any kind of chatter about negotiations between Chaos and Loyalist pods. He really hoped it was because of the long-term mission he’d recently come back from. He’ll need to update his captain immediately about this, as soon as he got all relevant information. He reaches out and ruffles the younger cousin’s gilded hair “You know full well that I can’’t tell you any more about how things are going until I get the go-ahead from the chapter master.”

The little cousin in his grip whined and huffed before leaning into his touch, a soft purr rumbling in his chest. His eyes were filled with affection and trust “Yes big brother…  I’m sleepy…” He was soon surrounded on all sides with sleepy and trusting younger cousins.

A small smile appeared on his face as he reaches out with careful, gentle hands, patting each of them on the head or shoulder. “Come now, we can’t sleep out in the open waters. Lead me to where you’re denning, then you may rest while I take first watch. Come on, youngsters.”

This prompted a round of grumbling from the younger cousins, but they obeyed his orders with some reluctance. There was an adorably amusing chorus of “Yes big brother.” They led him to where they were denning.

It was a decently sized underwater cave, with a mouth just large enough for a single astartes to pass through without trouble. There was enough room inside the main chamber of the cave for the small pod of Dark Angels to sleep together in a nested pile, and Deimos noted that there was evidence that they had contact with baseline humans - water-resistant blankets, brightly colored strings of beads, other easily carried knick-knacks that decorated the main area of the cave. There were side-chambers and tunnels that lead upwards, and another point of entry into this cave system.

All in all, it was entirely unsatisfactory for an Alpha legion nest, but most loyalist chapters were not so careful in choosing dens, especially temporary spaces such as this. Which was foolish of them, but useful for Deimos and his brothers. After all, they hadn’t once seriously questioned why he was here.

Deimos smiled again as the young battle brothers settled into a pile of limbs and tails, pulling him into the center of it with sleepy purrs. He hummed to them a common loyalist lullaby, helping them to fall asleep faster, his lilting voice and a touch of warp-craft encouraging them to sleep deeply. 

Once Deimos was sure that they were all fully asleep, he put his helmet back on and sent a brief, encoded message with what he had learned to his captain, before resuming his watch, awaiting further orders. 

[spoopieere]

HAPPY MADNESS DAY 2024!!

"#1 Fan (No contest/Not insane/totally autistic" Kinda an off-themed post regarding my blog's vibe of Tumblr, BUT, Madness Combat holds a special place in my heart and I WILL draw for it every year. Have a good one folks <3

NG link :here

[winterwoodragon]

Deimos! Don't breathe in the Miasma he makes

[crabmail]

amazing! they are hanging out without trying to kill each other!

[beemers-hell]

SO MC12 AM I RIGHT