#orcs forever

[delhardespana]

Here's your ORC MAGIC (call lightning, as I understand it, is happening here).

Heh. Since the last post, I've changed my computer, then my monitor, then my modem... I've drawn little, and mostly for work (we won't show anything from work yet, but it will be cool). But it's all good, we're alive and well. If anyone wants to print this buddy and hang it on the wall, let's say, you can find it here for a little money in high resolution. Definitely A2 size is possible.

Вот вам ОРОЧЬЯ МАГИЯ (call lightning как я понимаю тут происходит)

Хех. С последнего поста сменил комп, потом монитор, потом модем... Рисовал мало и то по работе (по работе пока не покажем ничо, но будет круто). Но ничо, живы, бодры. Если кому вот товарища охота распечатать и на стенку повесить, скажем, то вот тут он за чуточку денег в большом разрешении. А2 точно можно.

https://boosty.to/delhar/posts/e419f2fb-34aa-4abe-8da7-e198d12f9b74

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

JULIA SHARING TRUEBEANS FANART BUTCH JANCY CANON???? (link to the original post x)

[werecreature-addicted]

Not directly monster related, but what do you think of pirates and cowboys? I love them and would kill for werewolf pirates and werewolf cowboys

pirates, cowboys, priests, men with long hair: these are all monsters to me(in a sexy way). also, a werewolf cowboy would fuck like crazy. big wolf sweaty and shirtless from a long day's work looking at you like a cool drink of water, calling you Darlin and also he has gentle eyes and you know he's kind because animals love him and he's so sweet with the cows and horses he takes care of. I'd be ripping that stupid big belt buckle off to get at his cock.

[occasionally-good-ideas]

Ya know the Phandom has a distinct LACK of the ‘humans are space orcs’ concept and just- COME ON! Give me human danny IN SPACE!!! Y’all like ghosts to much to abandon it and just chuck your characters into whatever storyline you want??? ALIEN GHOSTS!!!

Yo Danny Fenton he was just fourteen, when his parents built a Very Strange Machine, it was designed to view a World Unseen. When it didn’t work his folks, they just quit! Then danny took a look inside of it, there was a Great Big Flash! Everything just CHANGED! HE GOT TELEPORTED ONTO AN ALIEN SPACECRAFT!!!!

The aliens are fuckin SCRAMBLING to figure out What The FUCK this bipedal, sassy, stressed out little guy is and HOW THE HELL IT GOT ONBORD?!??

Danny meanwhile has gone feral mode and is running around flipping furniture trying to get away from the ‘probably ghost monsters’ and ends up hiding in an air vent until the Aliens lure him out with food

They have nothing to translate each other’s languages so they communicate with tones, expressions and body language until they can teach Danny Common (a language taught in all schools so This doesn’t happen)

Now danny has alien friends and together they have to journey to Earth to get him home!!

What adventures will they have??? What cultural differences will we encounter?????? The silly misunderstandings?????? What’s the crew like?? Are they space pirates??? Outlaws?? Otherwise on the run from the Space Feds?????

It can be a crossover!!! Sleepy Bois INC enjoyers I know you have a good chunk of stories!!! And I know y’all like dcxdp you think you can make the BATFAM ALIENS??? I think you could

[orcboxer]

I think sometimes the trick to fantasy races is to not think about em too literally. It's not "what if race science was real," it's more like "what if our myths, dreams, and imaginations were reflected in the material world?" or "What if we gave our ideas and social structures physical shape?"

What is a dragon? A symbol of nature, to be tamed or destroyed? A symbol of imperialism, of greed and destruction? A symbol of divinity, of a mysterious higher power? Or just a beast like any other? It depends on the story, and on the way you choose to interpret it. Like all fiction, it's an exercise in subjectivity.

Maybe one writer's orcs are a racist caricature, but another writer's orcs might be an expression of their own self-image, and yet another's might be a reflection of their experiences as an Othered person. Orcs and other fantasy races don't inherently mean anything in particular, each story ascribes its own meaning to them, and it's up to you to try to determine what the story is trying to say.

I just think broad strokes condemnations of things like fantasy races or dragon taxonomy as if there are objective facts about them is kind of missing the point of like, fiction in general.

[weldingmetal]

how do you think cybertronians would react to us popping our joints? I'd imagine that their body's make noise but I don't imagine hear the Crack or snap that our body's make would be comfortable for them knowing how "squishy" our body's are and to be reminded we're hard inside as well. I'd imagine they'd find it weird we pay people for extreme versions of this to aid in aches or great discomfort some people feel.

Ok so either they know humans have skeletons before the children or after. If they found out after it would be realized after ones of the kinds mentioned breaking a bone to which they ask what’s that.

Everyone was disturbed after a google search

Now if they didn’t know I think they would have assumed we had some kind of hardened exoskeleton. Kind of like cartilage.

They realized humans don’t go squish…they go crunch.

The Decepticons would go from calling humans “meat bags” to “meat sticks”

As for the popping of joints I can imagine Miko either rough housing with bulkhead or one of the bots catching a kid who almost fell by the leg to hear a loud and deafening pop.

Bulkhead: Careful Miko, just because I can catch you if you jump doesn’t mean I will always be there to catch you. *He says as he holds Miko upside down by the leg*

Miko: Come on Bulk, you would never let anything happen to- *Swings back far enough her ankle pops*

Bulkhead: *Immediately drops her before catching her again in his hands and stands in stunned silence*

Miko: Ow Bulkhead! What was that for! *Referring to the drop*

Bulkhead: *Thinking he broke her* Miko! I’m so so sorry. Just hang in there Ratchet will fix you up… *Close to tears*

Miko: What? everyone realized what had happened were like Cybertronian protoforms which they are not. Protoforms are what’s completely under all the armor and there very delicate.

After that debacle Ratchet went to June for more information about bones to which he found out human and cybertronian joint deterioration and disfunction is extremely similar to human conditions such as arthritis.

[nudgenill]

Opened my sketch commission tier on Ko-fi yesterday! Come support me and get a drawing of your own dnd character! (or character of your choice)

[izzetheopossum]

Altmorc oc! This is Vallisara The Spider, my thieves guild character. She has an altmer mother, and orc father.

[quiet-y0shi-artz]

Uschi's sun themed ball gown ☀️

[blackjackkent]

The back room of the House of Grief always strikes me a little like those rooms in a museum where you go to watch a little movie about the subject matter before being let loose into the exhibit.

I had Rakha instruct Shadowheart to take the lead here, but it just occurred to me to see if you actually get to do the "mapping" if Shadowheart doesn't take the lead - and you do! And actually I feel like it's pretty interesting for Rakha under the circumstances, and I didn't do it with Hector, and I'm always a sucker for scenes that entail plumbing an OCs emotional depths.

So we're going to play around with this after all.

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Rakha really does intend to let Shadowheart take the lead through the Sharran facility. All she does is sit down on the bench while Shadowheart examines the room - and as she does, she feels a wrenching in the Weave behind her, the twisting rip of a dimension door.

A voice at her elbow makes her jump. "You seek to be Unburdened, yes?"

The voice is unfamiliar - dark and low and surprisingly gentle. An equally unfamiliar woman has appeared at Rakha's side, slender in build with dark violet skin visible through slits in the black fabric of her robe.

She tilts her head as Rakha glances at her. "The Mapping of the Heart can reveal the way... yet there is another here whose need is great."

Shadowheart, standing next to the others at the wall, has gone deathly still. "That voice..." she whispers. "Allow me-- I think I'm supposed to do this."

And she should. She should step aside. This place is Shadowheart's past, not hers. The fight that certainly lies ahead is Shadowheart's fight. Their very presence here is on Shadowheart's behalf.

And yet... and yet...

You seek to be unburdened, yes?

The beast, the Dark Urge, is gone from her - but its absence has not healed the grief or guilt or rage or pain that it left behind. And in the end she still carries the same need that led her to follow the Emperor for so long - the desperate, futile hope that there is some magic by which all the damaged parts of her might slough away, leaving behind only a peaceful and unbroken whole.

These people are enemies, and yet she must see what succor they offer before she destroys them.

"Keep back, Shadowheart," she mutters hoarsely. Her fingers curl into fists in her lap.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see the anger that flashes across Shadowheart's face - but the cleric waits, as instructed.

Amusement touches the stranger's voice. "You cow her so easily? I had thought I sensed more strength to her. Perhaps not..." She snorts softly, a barely audible exhalation. "We shall begin."

Rakha turns towards her, eyes narrowing. The mocking at Shadowheart's expense has briefly struck through her own preoccupation, prodding up a hint of anger- but the woman cuts across her before she can speak. "Do not look upon me."

And Rakha goes still, turns away. There is no resisting that voice; it hums with power, it is soothing, it is steady and unrevealing as stone.

"This is your time, not mine," the woman murmurs. "Look inward. See what will be discovered."

Rakha realizes suddenly that she is trembling. She has hurled herself headlong into this moment, but it should have been Shadowheart's, and whatever peace might be on offer, she does not want to look inward to find it. Inward is a place stained with blood.

"Perhaps this was a mistake," she mutters, and moves to rise.

But again the stranger's voice seems to freeze her in place, helpless before that implacable calm. "Hush..." she croons. "You have already taken the first difficult step. Now you merely have to sit here a while and talk to me..."

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"What is happening?" Wyll hisses under his breath. "Who is this?"

"The Mother Superior," Shadowheart answers in a low, flat voice. Her eyes are wide with apprehension. "I hope Rakha knows what she's doing."

"I think we can be quite certain," Jaheira says darkly, "that she does not." One of the Harper's hands rests on the hilt of her scimitar, and her eyes are fixed on the barely visible outline of the stranger's face.

"Chk. Then let us attack," Lae'zel mutters. "She places herself in danger. And this is not why we have come here."

Jaheira frowns. "And put the whole place on alert? No," she answers curtly. "Settle yourself, Minsc," she adds curtly to the Rashemaar, who has begun to straighten to his full height.

"But Jaheira, do you not see that it is--"

"I said be calm," Jaheira snaps under her breath. "This moment sits on a blade's edge, ranger. Do not tip it into chaos."

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"You are here because something grieves you," the stranger says softly. "Perhaps you know what that is. Perhaps you merely think you know. The Mapping will reveal your heartform. Then the healing can begin."

Rakha's breath catches raggedly in her throat. She should never have begun to listen, but now that she has, she finds she cannot stop. What healing might this woman offer her?

The woman's head lifts a little, a thoughtful tilt to one side. "Answer the questions I put to you. And answer honestly - the lips may try to deceive, but the heart will offer the truth in the end. Let us begin..."

A minuscule pause, and then she asks, "What last caused you to shed a tear?"

(A/N: Doing a little tweaking on some of these answers to make them more Rakha-ish. As usual, the text in italics is in-game dialogue, text not in italics is mine.)

Rakha has only a few memories of crying. But she remembers the last instance with painful clarity. She sat in a pool of her own blood and sobbed as Withers told her that there was more to her than the beast that had been ripped out of her soul.

"Hope,"(*) she whispers.

"So be it," murmurs the woman. "The second question - what is your unspoken desire?"

So many desires have crossed through her in the past - the hunger for blood, for chaos, for destruction. But those violent desires are gone now, leaving behind softer and subtler things - and in the end there is only one thing she has ever truly wanted, even while the violence ravaged her.

"To be at peace,"(**) she answers.

"Your heartform begins to take shape." The soothing tone takes on an edge now, feeling the hook set and steady. "The third question - what is your greatest fear?"

Rakha's jaw works. She has far more of these than desires. But in truth one of them stands out far above the rest now, because the thought of it is wreathed in a memory of overwhelming pain and blood and everything she has most hated about herself.

"My father,"(***) she whispers.

The stranger hums softly. "The heartform grows clearer again. Such a burden you carry... but we can help." Rakha hears the subtle shift of fabric as the woman turns slightly towards her. "The fourth question. How would you spite one who wronged you?"

Rakha says nothing for a long time. This question, she finds, has a simple answer, and she does not like it. She would have liked to believe that all the violence in her nature vanished when the beast was torn from her, that now in her rebirth she can, without any struggle, manifest Wyll's gentleness, Minsc's good humor, Jaheira's wisdom.

But the answer to this question is the same as it has always been, because she is still her in the end. She might be a little softer, a little slower to strike, and her violence is no longer founded on helpless, animal hunger. But she is still blunt and direct, and she has not forgotten Lae'zel's words that formed the core of her world when she had nothing else to guide her. Attack with purpose and savor your kills.

"I would kill them," she admits flatly.

The woman laughs softly. "So simple? As you wish..." A slight pause, then: "The final question. How would you feel, if all your burdens were lifted?"

Another long, long, long silence. Yes. This is what she wants, what she hoped for in even seeking this conversation. A lifting of her burdens, a sanding off of the scarred places in her soul.

And yet... even in answering these questions, she has seen a new and uncomfortable truth. Much of her has been emptied out by the removal of the beast; if the scars are taken away too... there will be nothing left.

"I would be lesser," she admits, very low, almost inaudible. "My burdens molded me."

The Sharran woman's voice turns dryly approving. "You know the value of suffering. Good. Life is full of it - whether you welcome it or not."

She turns her head. "It is done. Your heartform has revealed itself to me." Rakha catches a glimpse of intense violet eyes peering at her from under the black hood. "You possess a violent heart. Rage grips you. Blood inflames you. The House of Grief knows such burdens - and can lift such burdens."

(A/N: Wellp. Ouch.)

Yes. It is true. She has seen flashes of it in the last few minutes, the painful realization that has been waiting for her to notice it, ever since the temple of Bhaal. The beast is gone, but the soul it shaped remains, and the path to peace is no easier now than it ever was.

But this woman will be no help to her. She already knows what Wyll would tell her, if she could make him understand this revelation. It is her path to tread, and no other's - least of all this Sharran, Shadowheart's enemy. She should not have sat here and listened in the first place.

"You're wrong about me," she says quietly. Not wrong in your description, but wrong that you are the ones to save me.

"This is your own judgment of yourself," the woman says calmly. "Embrace the truth your heart shares - however painful." Again the sound of shifting fabric, this time as the woman stands. "Our help comes at a price, one that cannot be discussed here. We will talk further - but first, an introduction."

Rakha turns in time to see the woman pull the hood away from her head.

"I am Viconia DeVir," she says coolly. She is a drow, Rakha can now see - not unlike Minthara in her violet skin and pale hair. "The House of Grief is mine. But what lies beneath - that belongs to my mistress, and that is where you must go."

"Viconia DeVir," Jaheira says icily. One of the scimitars is out in her hand now, in spite of her earlier admonitions, and her eyes have narrowed to tight slits with dislike. "Alas, I know you a little too well to follow you into a dark hole in the ground."

"You," Minsc snarls at her side, unable to restrain his own anger any longer. "Boo would have caught your foul scent, had you not confounded his nose with evil Sharran incense."

"Always a pleasure to see old acquaintances," Viconia answers sardonically. "But you would be wise not to interfere in what is to come." Her eyes drift from Jaheira to Minsc, then to Rakha, and then finally to Shadowheart, where they settle with a cool sneer.

"We will talk more down below," she says, and vanishes.

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(*) Under the hood there is an actual calculation going on between several different possible results here, so I selected the nearest equivalent in the available options - "A beautiful sunset."

(**) In-game selection: "To be held."

(***) This one was pretty hard to find an equivalent for in the available options and, unfortunately, affects the way the fight later plays out. In the end I chose "Darkness" but we may end up headcanoning a different manifestation for this in the battle.

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[funktechnisch]

long time no uldrick sketch