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organovore · 5 months ago
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Winnie!! the bassist for the werewolf band shockcollar. you wouldn't know she's a red talon (she can hardly believe it either) because she's the sweetest person ever.
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dushpshpsh · 4 months ago
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I think I'm really addicted to artfight
Attack on @clawheld ❤❤❤
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reikiajakoiranruohoja · 7 months ago
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WtA: Red Talon mindset
(Wrote this to the official forums but I like it enough to post it here.)
Consider this; There is an alien species that is higher tech than you. It has taken vast amounts of space that once belonged to humans and made it impossible to live there. They have also taken over stores and made it so a human cannot buy anything from there legally. In hunger, your brother tries to steal from the store but gets caught and shot. Later you find his skin in the alien living room.
These aliens also hunt humans for sport, from their spaceships. They at times go into houses and kill parents, leaving the kids to starve.
And all the while, they are poisoning everything so it gets harder and harder for humans to survive while they thrive. The aliens have also made this pseudo-human that is eternally around 14 and keep it as a pet.
How hard would it be for you to not see these aliens as evil? How much sympathy could you have for them?
This is what Red Talons face with humanity. So it is not that they are psychotic misanthropes hellbent on killing every human, they just wouldn't shed a tear for us. The 'every human must die NOW' Red Talons are badly played and don't really address WHY Talons hate humanity.
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fruitssalad · 6 months ago
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Shockcollar green room, (ft @vkubiak ‘s Winnie and @melular ‘s Jackie)
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urbanknightart · 1 year ago
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Shield-Against-Winter for @redratt on Art Fight!
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redratt · 2 years ago
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three ref sheets for some of my Werewolf: The Apocalypse girls
Siobhan has a fun backstory: she was born in a religious hellhole approximating the FLDS (or, you know, any fucked up religious cult), and this is what made the Black Furies distrust her when she was saved. They didn't treat her well, the daughter of a corrupted man from a Black Fury who turned from Gaia. Of course, this left her open for corruption, and led to her inevitable fall when a stranger gave her a shoulder to lean on and treated her kindly. Shield-against-winter is the Guardian of a sept in Yellowstone, which shares its territory with a Gangrel Elder who was around before even the Donner Party was in the area. Normally Garou and Vampires don't get along, but the Gangrel Elder is so old she's a force of nature in her own right, and has been known by the wolves for generations upon generations. The Vampire has actively helped defeat the Wyrm, and so she is tolerated, because she is understood as an ally. (I think that outright saying all vampires are Wyrm-beings was a misstep narratively, especially with what some of the Paths entail. In my house rules, there are a handful of Paths/Roads that will change the Triatic Alignment of a vampire, leaving them more Wyld or Weaver aligned from time to time. This is rare, but possible, and opinions on it vary from tribe to tribe and sept to sept. The Red Talons of Yellowstone even being amenable to a vampire is intended to be a massive story hook for players. My WoD at my table tends to operate on a "werewolf-centric" kind of axis, where werewolf is considered base canon, and I mess with the other splats to make them fit.) Knifeteller Kali fucking owns. She drives fast, sings songs of glory, and talks a lot of shit. She's one of two Get of Fenris in her pack -- the other is the pack Ragabash, lmfao. Her parents are both academics, and their family line had been lost, so Knifeteller Kali surprised the hell out of everyone when she hit her first change. She expects to die in battle one day, and once her hammer draws blood it enables her to fight with a raised Rage.
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ventruetheurge · 1 year ago
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Can’t believe I ALSO didn’t post my crinos-born Red Talon, known as Cannon-Fodder. Anyway he’s a bloodthirsty werewolf who discovers he loves kpop
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herd-reject-arts · 1 year ago
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So I'm leaving work and something darts in front of me, maybe 10ft away, too fast for me to see what it is. Peek around the tree blocking my path and I see this
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Just like... a whole ass hawk. Dude's gotta be about 1.5ft tall. Massive fucking bird. And it's just staring me straight in my soul like this, even as I try to move ahead. It didn't budge. And there's only this path back to my car unless I want to walk on a busy highway. So I have the option of Death By Raptor or Death By Truck.
So I walk in the poison ivy filled patch off the sidewalk. Guy still isn't moving. Still staring me directly in the eyes. And I do this thing when animals are behaving strangely where I'll talk to them, so I'm just like, "Hey, man. I don't know you. You don't know me. This feels really threatening. I'm just trying to get to my car, dude. Can I get some space please? You're a big fucking bird. I see those claws. You could kill me right now, but I'd appreciate if you didn't, ok?"
It didn't move until I was about 2ft away. Again: I'm as far from it as I can be without walking into the street. It clearly wasn't going to budge. I walk past, thing flies up (silent, btw. Scary) and lands on a brick wall a little further ahead
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Anyway. Weird guy. Nearly shit my pants when I noticed a bird big enough to carry off a fully grown cat was just... there, staring me in the face, unwilling to move away from me, a human, something it should see as a threat. I watched behind me the whole rest of the way to my car, just in case this bird decided to help me shed this mortal coil. 10/10 experience. Super cool guy.
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milkywayes · 7 months ago
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wounds given & wounds sustained
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songoftrillium · 2 years ago
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Pack Profile: Ephemeral Mists
Sept of the Trillium Glade (1975)
The warder pack of the Sept of the Trillium Glade, dedicated to acting as the strong arm of the Sept's Warder, as well as serving as guardians protecting the northern half of Winefelly. Their home is in Fall Creek along the border of their protectorate near a series of seasonal ephemeral pools. The Ephemeral Mists lately have been under scrutiny by the Hammer Butte Hunters and Warm Springs packs.
Meat Puppets have been a longstanding issue in the region, of which every pack has had to confront them, but things got a bit more personal. A Meat Puppet appeared on the Ephemeral Mist's territory; a red talon yearling kinfolk that hailed from the Hammer Butte Hunters' bordering territory.
Gristle’s relationship with Salamander was forged through a partnership stemming from a need to easily blend into one’s environment, one that has greatly benefitted the Ephemeral Mists in their duty to the Sept.
Gristle  Sept Role: Elder, Warder  Breed: Wolf-Born  Auspice: Philodox  Tribe: Red Talons  Gristle is a garou that is neither particularly strong, nor fast, but makes up for it in stalwart tenacity. She is one of the more recognizeable members of Sept of the Trillium Glade for the complete lack of fur from the shoulders up, and bearing a monstrous face showing very little of her nose and ears remaining. And in spite of that, her slightly cataract eyes contain a deceptive intelligence that betray her visage.
Her Rite of Passage found her raiding a cinnabar mine out in the Ochoco woods east of the Hammer Butte Hunters’ territory. The site had become infested with some modern prospectors turned to fomors, and she led the raid. Being the first through the door, she was also the one that took the brunt of the fomori’s attacks. She still landed the killing blows on most of the wyrmspawn present, and performed a rite of cleansing on the site.
Being one to confront her problems face-first, years spent putting herself between the sept and the outside world has earned her the esteemed role of Warder at Sept of the Trillium Glade. Following a dive in a pool of scalding hot water at the Strauss Lumber Mill during a raid, her face and upper body are just a pink mangle of scar tissue holding no definable details safe for lack of ears and nose, and the scarred tissue itself.
Her disfigurement doesn't really seem to hide her true nature though, because when with her pack, she can still be very cordial and even playful, albeit in her own dry, deadpan way, and her own appearance isn’t a topic of debate in the Sept; she’s just Gristle. Camaraderie is important to her, something that has kept her pack unified as it's gone through members over the years. Her favorite snacks are pine cones, which she will chew on for many hours on end. She acts as the temperance in her pack, being the decisive factor in many of the pack’s behaviors, who’s affect mirrors her own. 
Breaks-the-Leash Sept Role: Adren, Guardian Breed: Wolf-Born Auspice: Ahroun Tribe: Red Talon Breaks-the-Leash is an unusual looking wolf, to say the least. From their slightly smaller and smaller stature compared to even the sleeker wolves of the sept, to their black fur, contrasted by light colored ‘socks’ and lower muzzle, and two ‘eyebrow’ dots, it’s apparent that Breaks-the-Leash was a pet sired from unknown parents, one a wolf, and one a dog.
Their first change was a bloody one that killed the hermit that bought them from an underground seller. They fled the cabin and found themself in the Grand Tetons of Wyoming. They were from the outset someone that had earned the ire of members of their own tribe, causing them to be challenged, fought, and subsequently ejected from several packs from several wolf-born garou progressively westward. Finding themself trapped in between the territories of the Hammer Butte Hunters and another pack farther to the east, she encountered the Red Talons of the Hammer Butte Hunters, who brought them to Sept of the Trillium Glade. Taken before the Sept, Griffin recognized the cub’s Wyld-touched and as-of-yet untamed heart, and the tribe members of the Sept issued a challenge to aid in their campaign against the encroachment of Trillium. 
The wolf-dog staked a claim along the very edges of town with the blessing of Gristle, eager to prove themself. Over time, stray or abandoned dogs would wander through their territory, but rather than hunt or kill them, they let the dogs pass through. Word spread, and more hounds looking for a place to belong found her, along with bone gnawer kinfolk of the Barking Chain. This benevolence towards strays resulted in some dogs remaining in Breaks’ territory, and those able to keep up with their hunts became part of her own pack. When it occurred to the Sept just how well she broke her dogs of their dependence on humans and an embracing of the Wyld (and not to mention her pack was now large enough to rival that of the sept itself), the Red Talons have made overtures of peace with her, hoping to avoid conflict with her ever-growing pack of dogs, now standing at 19. Though many Red Talons sneer at this dog pack, there are others who can count the numbers Breaks-the-Leash has at their call and know better than to underestimate this intelligent warrior. Her dogs are fiercely loyal, and have proven themselves more than the equal of some wolves, making them valuable allies to the Ephemeral Mist. 
In the years since taking up Salamander’s patronage, Breaks-the-Leash has held a role of being the first line of defense between the bawn and human society. Utilizing her wolves to harry hikers and hunters alike out of the territory, they’ve been quite good at simultaneously keeping human society at bay, and simultaneously unaware of just how close to wolves the town lives. While other Sept members will still scoff at the wolf-dog, Gristle and the rest of her pack see Breaks-the-Leash and her dog pack as an extension of their own Pack-Family. Coming from the edges of human society however, she has developed an unspoken affection of single-serving snack cakes.
Sunshine "Crosses-the-Creek" (Player Character)  Sept Role: Adren, Guardian Breed: Wolf-Born  Auspice: Ahroun  Tribe: Children of Gaia All-too happy to fight for Gaia and please his packmates, Sunshine is in every way the physical manifestation of his namesake. more often than not a waggling ball of enthusiasm. This is a dirty blonde wolf with soulful amber eyes and a playful, pup-like nature that has persisted well into adulthood. Despite this, the wolf is also a warrior at heart, and to him, a fight, and playing, are one and the same. 
Born as a spiritual bridge between summer home and the human-born garou, he is the son of Esme "Leaping-Ghost". Born out of a result of the Rite of Alternation of Generations, he and his litter-mates represent the sacred peace rite that Esme performed with Dume'fa overseeing. His birth was proof enough for the primordial spirit to recognize human garou as one of it's own, thereby opening the Sept to open membership by the garou nation. 
His First Change and completion of the Rite of Passage, and continued presence at the sept represents a successful peace bond forged by the Children of Gaia. That said though, Sunshine was among the more sensitive and shy of his sibling, and was considered the least likely to experience his first change. To this end, he was a little coddled and babied by Esme, and even now as an adult still exhibits a lot of those same old puppy behaviors whenever he sees his mom. And, considering she's Keeper of the Land, he sees her an awful lot. 
He is far and away the friendliest garou in the sept, making him the unofficial Liaison between Sept of the Trillium Glade, and the Elk Prairie Sentinels. Amongst his packmates he is the only wolf-born that regularly visits Trillium. To this end, he is the moral compass of the Ephemeral Mist, and their overall disposition towards the town is often a hyperbolized representation of Sunshine’s own experiences in town.
Alex "Still-Morning"  Sept Role: Fostern, Guardian  Breed: Human-born  Auspice: Galliard  Tribe: Ghost Council  Still-Morning appears as a pale gray wolf that darkens to black tips on her ears and muzzle. As a human, Alex is an androgynous individual typically wearing clothing with various paint, clay, and burn marks from all of their various projects. Their autumn-colored skin and straight black hair is beautifully contrasted against the green of the wilderness that often surrounds them.
An artist and a tinkerer of indeterminate gender whose pieces are often as functional as they are unique, Alex lives in a warehouse sandwiched in between Steelhead Springs and Lucky Lad Auto Wrecking. Their property was once nothing but a dump consisting of spillovers from Lucky Lad's, but over the years they've transformed it into a gleaming, breathtaking gallery. From scrap metal herons suspended in flight, to half-melted glass wolves pulling themselves up from the earth, they've literally turned their trash into treasure.
While a good deal of the money they earn from selling their pieces goes into trusts to help first-nation tribes through the purchase and donation of land back to local first-nation tribes. Alex also works with companies who reclaim former dump sites in the greater Willamette Valley to recycle the materials therein and. Alex brought a lot of anger at humanity when they became a garou, and came to the Sept out of a desire to divorce themselves from their human ties. Under Crosses-the-Creek's mentorship and time spent with the Confederated Tribes of the Grand Ronde, Alex has found many creative outlets for their unexpressed anger at human society through artwork that simultaneously cleanses the formerly tainted objects she reforms.
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robo-beasty · 1 year ago
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Two brooos, chillin in a saunaaaa~
Print!!/Shop
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magicalbunbun · 6 months ago
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Here's an idea:
The reaction of little Jason, y/n, Dick to adult Jason, y/n and Dick
Here ya go
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Past dick find out that jason and y/n are about to be married.
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the-booty-crusader · 1 year ago
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The Phoenix and his Talon
Aka; a Dramatic Bitch (affectionate) and his Murder Child
Art I made for my fic, “I Don’t Belong Here (I Wish I Was Special)” :)
Oh hey if anyone has a name for the duck, I am all ears
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pointycorgiears · 1 month ago
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Shanks, talking to Mihawk over the transponder snail: Hawkeyes! It's good to hear from you! You've been really quiet lately! How are you doing?
Mihawk, glancing at the Seraphim child eating lunch next to him: I had a baby.
Shanks: WHAT!?!?
Buggy, sitting next to Mihawk: That's not how you're supposed to say that...
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Edit: Part 2!
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ravewing · 1 month ago
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aracari you cant just ask people that !!!!
my entry for @bogcreacher's dtiys😜😜i love ur ocs so much dude i literally LEAPED at the prospect of this
this is also my FOURTH time uploading this stupid thing because tumblr is being glitchy and dumb and annoying so. fingers crossed it actually works
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giotanner · 4 months ago
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(part 2) Talon Dick Grayson and Batman, first confrontation after being helped by the Bat-Family and freed by Jason Todd from the Court of Owls. Bruce has been on his trail for months, but the “Gray Son of Gotham” knows how to stay off the radar.
Talon is tired of running, tired of his hypersensitive senses, and tired of not feeling the adrenaline rush of a battle-though the fight is won, the enemy is gone.
So he burns his own instincts and makes himself found. Batman is not long in coming-
-after all, he must have the Dark Knight's approval if he is to find a purpose as a vigilante in Gotham
{SUPPORT the entire video on tiktok}
Ko-fi
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