#red camoflauge

[tjkl895]

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[the-lonely-human]

Its the edgelord himself, coming to grace us with his presence

(Can you tell im hyped for the third movie coming out?)

[toon-melody]

Day 28 | Prank "....so uh.....we're even?"

[fuckdamn]

i didn’t get paid friday/saturday like i was supposed to so it’s halloweekend and i’m literally completely broke bumming money + substances off my friends AND i’ve worked like a 25 hour weekend in between festivities AND i’m getting a fucking STYE

[kevincollection]

SALUTE TO THE TROOPS! MY CUSTOM SHIE DESIGN

[yangcherie]

bathing.

𐀔 pairings: cast (astarion, gale, wyll, lae’zel, shadowheart, karlach, halsin) x female!tiefling!tav (reader).

𐀔 content warnings: suggestive, everybody is a little freak, non-consensual voyeurism, implied scent kink (gale), mentions of scars, afab anatomy. tiefling anatomy.

𐀔 sypnosis: what is a warrior to do when all their companions are peeping toms?

𐀔 author’s note: they are freaks and its been very long since i’ve written. please forgive a lady if what she’s written is unappealing.

“Can you keep it – fucking quiet?!”

Astarion whisper-yells at the entire party of people hiding within bushes and treelines, all fighting tooth and nail like rabid animals for a peek (and taste) of their ragtag, frustratingly attractive leader’s curves.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

Still, you hope to the very bottom of your heart that the “owlbear” that stole your clothes had a full tummy, at least.

[dreamsy990]

rough sketches for designs of all the pt for the wof au! (also more akechi and better joker here)

thoughts + closeups under the cut

i tried to give proper justification for all the pt to have their codenames here which for a handful of them meant their names are just. shortened versions of something else. so crow is short for crow poison. aka false garlic. its a type of flower :3. i mean theororetically crow would be a valid name but hes a rainwing here and it didnt seem like a very fitting name with that in mind? but theres a couple rainwings named after flowers i think. hes a rainwing for obvious reasons i think. id like to think hed have a very light color palette that shifts to this when he gives up trying to hide who he is. youuu can see that lighter palette in the art i linked earlier.

fox! which is short for snowfox. yes i know snowfox is a real canon name but yknow what else is canon? icewings have a big list of names they go down. so his name is snowfox. i dont have anything else to say here. like ofc hes an icewing hes YUSUKE. id like to think he left the ice kingdom to go to jade mountain (bc is it a wof au without jade mountain) to "broaden his horizons as an artist". which would be how he meets the other guys

skull! is it his real name? hes not telling! i am the least happy with his design tbh.

ORACLE!! her real name is beetle but she likes to go by oracle instead. i struggled a bit on what tribe to make her actually. originally i wanted her to be either part or fully rainwing? because i thought her using her camoflauge to hide from people in crowded places could be fun. but eventually i decided i not to do that. i dont think theres any hybrids in this cast actually? might actually change my mind on that to make noir half leafwing but shh. anyways i think a bug is fitting for her. so she gets to be a hivewing. no abilities for her shes just a little guy

JOKER!! i think it would be fun if joker IS his real name but people think its an alias. his design was easy as shit. ofc hes a nightwing ofc hes got big red stars on his wings hes JOKER. not pictured is morgana also! mona is jokers """pet""" scavenger who speaks dragon. congrats mona you finally get to be human! too bad its in the dragon au. anyways might post a morgana drawing whenever i clean up his design

violet! (named after the violet copper butterfly). her sisters name and the name she uses for a while is rose (named after the common rose butterfly). i ALSO kinda considered her being a rainwing (literally changing herself to look more like her sister) but decided silkwing was a better choice,,,,, im really happy with her design ok

PANTHER!! that is her actual name btw. MY FIRST THOUGHT FOR THIS AU WAS SKYWING ANN I WOULD KILL MYSELF IF SHE WAS ANYTHING ELSE,,,, ik skywings cant have blue eyes unless theyre firescales or sky but shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i wanted to,,,,,, canon is what i want it to be.

queen is short for queenfish! she was a bit of an afterthought sorry </3. but shes a seawing! good for her <3

AND NOIIIRRRR!! i wanted her to be a mudwing as soon as i thought about it for more than a second. design wise i dont have much to say but i think storywise it might be cool if she was an only child and her father (in an incrdible rare move for a mudwing) was actually a present figure in her life. leading her to be kinda isolated from her peers and giving her a big reason to be very attached to him. idk its just thoughts rn. i dont have a clear story in mind yet. anyways those are my dragon thieves i hope you liked them

[sarsaparillaart]

Having evolved for the harsh terrain of Shili's cliffs and mountains, the Togruta have developed a number of adaptations that might seem exotic to other species in the galaxy. Togruta are ruminants that historically grazed on the tough mountain plants of their homeworld, as a result, the Togruta have complex, multichambered stomachs that allow them to digest the hardy plant matter.

Togruta typically have poor eyesight, which has in part led to the evolution of their most prominent feature—montrals, which are in actuality highly derived, fleshy ossicones. A Togruta's montrals contain around 70% of their body's nerve endings, and thus are incredibly sensitive to touch, pressure. and temperature changes. This sensitivity allows for a Togruta to more quickly sense weather changes, as well as unknown movements in the tall mountain grasses. This sense is notably more strong with force sensitive Togruta.

The three lekku situated around the head are also derived from ossicones, but serve very different roles. The back lekku functions similarly to a tail, and helps with balance on precarious cliffsides, while the front lekku have evolved into pseudo-limbs of a sort, similar to an elephant's trunk. This might have originated from the ancestors of Togruta needing to sift through undergrowth to find edible plants. But as the species became more intelligent, the lekku have become more precise.

The montrals and lekku of a Togruta are often the most obvious marker of sexual dimorphism, as male Togruta have shorter lekku on average, and thinner montrals then the females do. Adolescent Togruta don't have these visual distinctions yet, and it is very easy for members of other species to mistake one sex for another.

Togruta can vary greatly in color, from deep reds to light yellows on the main body, and from light blue to olive green on the hairless montrals and lekku. They will always have a series of white markings though, which helped to camoflauge grazing Togruta in the species' ancient past.

[iamindebt]

I LOVE the colors in Nimona, because they show just,,,, uuuuummmm i rewatched it heres an essay (this is my red flag) ignore the format

I really like the way this character is portrayed, because it gives off so much "oooo hes the cocky asshole" vibes before you see more from him, so when you see him it basically subverts your expectations of him just being "the golden boy"

But in this scene hes wearing more muted colors, browns, dark blues; you get the idea. His hair is more ash grey and white than light blond in this scene. It gives the feeling of being more? harmounious? With Ballisters darker color pallete.

Image stuff ill fill in later

Now green is a rare color used sparingly in the film (except for trees and other things) which i personally think was a deliberate choice on the artists

Now, blue and yellow are the only two colors used in this scene, with yellow i think showing a more "heavenly" aura to the scene, contrasting ballisters light blue cell cage, which now seems more lifeless and empty in general.

It also reminds me sort of like belos from the owl house, with the eerie light blue contrasting the warmer colors in the show.

The scene then panders to a rosey-red color, which perfectly matches with Nimonas colors and reckless nature.

The movie changes to a color scheme consisting of mainly white, black, and gray, showing that Ballister is able to hide in the shadows, and camoflauges fairly well.

Nimona, on the other hand is completely out of her element, with her bright pops of pink being a major eye catching feature of most of these scenes.

She sticks out like a sore thumb in the clinical, sterile looking enviroment of the castle, (i have no idea if its a castle) which i think signifies the chaos she brings to the castle

Everything Nimona is near is mainly either one of two colors, red or rosy pink (and basically everything in between). Look at the colored lights for example

(also something to note, theres no green hanging lights which makes me think that the lack of any neon green was intentional)

[adobe-outdesign]

Could I request a review of the Cybunny? They're my personal favourite, I have a tattoo of one! Would love to hear your thoughts 🐰

The Cybunny is... drumroll please... a bunny. Strictly speaking it's fairly standard for a rabbit, but the face and proportions make it super cute. The addition of a colorful mane with uneven splotches also adds a lot to the design and gives it almost a permanent Easter-esq vibe. I also like the addition of colored paw paws that extend up onto the base of each foot, which match the primary mane color. Meanwhile, the pink accents in the ears, spots, eyes, and nose add a nice secondary touch of color that's not too overwhelming or distracting (unlike, say, the base color Wockies). Overall, these are some aesthetically pleasing, well-balanced bunnies.

As a side note, my only nitpick is that Cybunnies have these super subtle whisker dots around their noses which are so hard to see that I literally never noticed them until writing this review. Those definitely should've just been dropped.

While the raised paw looks a bit weird, I think Cybunnies as a whole were improved with customization. The original art was starting to look slightly dated, and something about the head size and position looks better to my eye, even if it's hard to place why—it's like the original was hunched over a bit, if that makes sense. I also think the ears look quite a bit better.

Favorite Colours:

Halloween: Vampires are a pretty obvious pick for Halloween and this is by no means a fancy design, but man does it look good. I'm a sucker for a good black/white/red palette, and the fangs, red eye shadow, red tail tip, and black cape and ears really all come together to make a great design.

My only nitpick with the conversion of this one is that the cape shape got a bit lost in customization (originally it looked more like bat wings), and also we lost one of the all-time best Battledome poses (above). Also, there was a missed opportunity to make the mane spots look like bats or blood splatters or something.

Maraquan: "What if a rabbit was a fish" is a valid question that has to be asked sometimes on Neopets.com, and TNT delivered with this one. The teal and magenta come together really well, as do the long fur and striped markings. The ears also have a really nice shape to them and are much longer than Cybunnies usually are allowed to have.

Like the Halloween Cybunny, I do have one nitpick about the converted version, which is that it inexplicably lost the hair on top of its head. Why??

8-bit: I went over this in my 8-bit colour review so I won't spend too much time on it here, but this is just a really nice colour. While not technically "correct" from a pixel art standpoint, something about the pose is super cute and it has a great retro feeling to it.

BONUS: The woodland Cybunny is nice enough that I had to give it its own spot on this list. The flower accents on the mane are lovely and mimic the spots they usually sport, and the wood itself looks great—the grain contours correctly with the body shape and little details like the knothole in the ears really bring the whole thing together. (An honorary mention goes to camoflauge and Christmas, which didn't quite make the cut but I still like quite a bit.)

[cult-of-the-placeholder]

Oh! Snowballing off your time travel idea!

Shamura would probably be a teenager at this point. They're still the oldest and wisest of the group. Inquisitive, but still a far cry from the god they would later become (or, on a more angst note, the Lamb sees the potential that the young bishop possesses, and knows how they will have their skull shattered later in life)

Kallamar would probably be the last young bishop the Lamb meets. He's anxious and shy and needs his siblings to coax him out of hiding. But this is still Kallamar after all, so when he finally comes face to face with the Lamb, he leans over to his siblings and says "why is it so ugly?"

Aksjskaka awww 🥺 I love this!

I usually hc Shamura as a young adult when Kallamar is born, but! Having them be a teenager is fun too ^-^ they're honestly over the moon about the lamb's arrival: they were an only child and so, so lonely for so many long centuries, maybe even millenia. Kallamar is like half their age at this point, and Shamura was so overjoyed to have even a single sibling, let alone 4! And now there's another one?! Frabjuous day!

They're all over the lamb when Leshy drags them in, instantly fawning over them, extra pair of hands already hard at work spinning them a silk robe that matches everyone else's. Maybe even a perfect mirror of Narinder's, as it seems the god of death now has a new twin!

Narinder is veeery sour about it, doesn't like anyone encroaching on his territory. He's so pouty and angy XD declares that this new sibling can be the god of ghosts or god of the underworld punishment or something, but he's not sharing his title!

Kallamar probably skulks around for several days, just... watching. Always hiding behind Shamura and peering out with squinting, suspicious eyes, and has a tendency to reflexively camoflauge himself if the lamb so much as glances at him. He's very shy and faint of heart, so no amount of gentle encouragement from Shamura can make him approach the newcomer before he's ready 🤭

But when he finally does, and those are the first words out of his mouth? He immediately turns bright red because damn it, he didn't mean to say that! He always manages to blurt things out accidentally when he's nervous, and probably flees to the bottom of the ocean to hide in shame, poor guy XD lamb is just really confused

[tjkl895]

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[grapefruide]

Episode 1: Anglerfish

I wonder how many statements in the Archive are actually fake? I mean, through the show we see a few fake ones but I'd think for the most part the Eye could filter who feels drawn to give a statement. Get all the juicy ones, you know. I wish I had access to the Archive I would just read. Everything.

I totally get why Gertrude left the Archives a mess, you know. But I wonder if Jon justified their state, especially compared to the library, himself or if the Eye helped him along.

I wonder if Gertrude just made up random numbers and letters for the statements.

Did Gertrude intentionally curate this persona of a batty old woman, or did Jon seriously just not pay attention to what she was doing at all? Honestly, probably, mostly the latter.

He sounds so fucking full of himself.

He's so rude to Martin. I wonder how Martin felt about this, how much he took in stride as part of his own mask. Like dude. So much of this is uncalled for.

I've always wondered if Jon notices how much he gets into the character of the statement-giver when he reads these. Like, it's an immediate toneshift. It's lokely unconscious, especially at the beginning. Like later he reads and speaks in different languages without noticing.

I probably should pull up a map of Edinburgh and track the locations mentioned. Since I'm a useless bloody American who barely even know what "matriculating" means, mich less the Royal Mile or the Cowgate. But the thing is, I don't feel like that right now.

I wonder if the Anglerfish specifically hunts intoxicated people because with that description, I do hope it wouldn't fool any person in their right mind.

I didn't know drunkenness could cause hallucinations. But then again, I've never drunk myself so I wouldn't know.

I really do think Nathan would be safer if he quit smoking instead of starting to take taxis. It's not that common for a specific entity to come after a specific person again after they escaped cleanly, and if not taxis won't save him.

Does the Anglerfish just not feed very often? This seems to be a commonality among similar entities, probably to stop the normies from noticing.

Glad he pronounced Siobhan correctly because God am I finicky over that kind of thing.

Like the hand being very long and going too far back into the darkness? Or is the hand just floating?

I do wonder how physical this thing is. And how exactly it presumably kills it's victims. Can it just not be photographed well? Is the main body, presuming thete is one, just well-camoflauged? Hidden? Properly invisible? Is it just trying to lure th victims in, does it actually do anything with the cigarette? I mean, probably not given the Malboro Red on the ground. Does it have other methods of luring victims in if they don't have smokes on them? Can it tell if someone has smokes on them?

I think this is pretty clearly the Stranger, although it seems a bit boring compared to many of the other manifestations. Overall, a banger first episode.

[peachespearsandplumbs]

AI generated image with the instructions "create a photorealistic picture of two shirtless Marines playing rugby with a football in the desert. One shirtless Marine has a red beard and wears camoflauge shorts and wears combat boots. The other shirtless Marine has a blond beard."

[xjoonchildx]

Guys. It's the Monday of my Master's graduation and I woke up with the largest pimple of my life this weekend 😭. Graduation is Sunday and I've had 3 patches on this beast so far and all it's done is turn red - y'all, I'm a melanin rich friend and it's red 💀

It's directly between my eyebrows and above my glasses....

I'm currently off to work and I know it's gonna be busy because it's finals week

- 🎓

oh noooooo graduation anon! listen. emergency measures are in order. patches during the day, drying lotion at night. it cosmetics makes one that's concealer colored, too if it comes to that 😭

worse comes to worse and that bad boy is not behaving by sunday, use a primer all over your face, powder it before you put on your foundation and it should camoflauge well. i have my fingers crossed.

OH. and CONGRATS!

[rhodeybugg]

Cackles softly, I have made yet another fucked up MD oc and I already have so many.

I will not be stopped.

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Gather around children, and take heed to my tale.

There's a reason why many of the worker drones who manage to wander too far past Death Angel's forest- assuming she doesnt kill you first- are never seen again.

She's known by many names, but in this colony, we call her The Myst, named after the fog that she hunts in. A tall, terrifying creature with mishapen, spindly legs and claws as sharp as knives. Her teeth are like the blades of a razor, and her vision is sharp enough to spot those with even the best of camoflauge.

It is said that The Myst was not always this way. In fact, it's rumoured that she was once human, but a terrible accident on earth cut her life short. In the tragedy, her soul and body fused with the body of a disassembly drone that had also been caught in the accident. Her fellow humans tried to save her, but the result was a confused and hungry monster. Our parent company eventually managed to neutralize her and send her to our home- Copper-9, in an attempt to hide the product of a company accident, since she could not be properly taken care of.

Now, she wanders the lands past the collapsed core, where the water runs too hot to freeze and has been tinted blood red from the rust of the planet, she sings her haunted melody and prowls across the land.

Should anyone ever dare to venture close to her home, I pray that whatever God watches over us has mercy upon them.