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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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Been talkin on my discord server with some friends about a DC A/B/O au. But like, Gotham just says fuck gender.
Like they just straight up are mixtures of dynamics or change, depending on their mood, because there's so much chemicals everywhere along with so many curses in Gotham. Like they are straight up messed up down to a biological state. There is a reason that no one wants to go to Gotham and why they leave them alone for the most part. Like people even moving there eventually start to lose their dynamic or starts shifting as well, and it freaks people out.
Not to mention that Gotham horrifies those that believe they should still follow 'traditional' norms. Omegas are often far more violent and larger than the alphas, bettas egg on others instead of calming them. Or at least that's what Outsiders always see.
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kinshipacrosstime · 8 days ago
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and what if I said transmasc Adine. What then
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thecrowslullaby · 1 year ago
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I think swan spy and octopus pyro could be friends :)
bonus lil animation:
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knightforflowers · 16 days ago
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you know it’s funny I’m a strong advocate for elves with fun tails and yet I almost never draw any of my elf designs with them. I need to do something abt this
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laelior · 8 months ago
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The feeling of that late night idea for your OTP hitting you with such perfect clarity when you're trying to fall asleep, then remembering all the details the next day...but being too damn tired to write any of it. 😞
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nerosdayinanime · 1 year ago
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Eyes (rogue wave) but every time it says 'in your eyes' its a different shot of sabito & giyuu's eyes throughout their lives
#loserboy giyuu posting#fratboy sabito posting#sabigiyuu#sabito lives au#im actually thinking of a normal canon-compliant one for once lmao#eyes(rogue wave)#this art idea im thinking of like split screen of both their faces and every line their angles slightly change until they flip sides & its#supposed to look like theyre rotating around eachother#first meeting - during training - happily talking - final selection start - hand demon encounter - final selection end - walking#to the next town during the day - slaying a demon at night - smiling at a local festival - healing at a wisteria house - fighting a lower#moon - the immediate aftermath of it - arguing with eachother at the btfy mansion - subtle looks at eachother after it - as pillars - at a#little outing w the other hashira after a meeting - at the sound mansion(tengen looking to his wives motioning @ them w an unimpressed look#like 'look at this shit') - training @ home - chilling @ home - whatever else i can think of#probably not gonna follow that exactly in that order but its some ideas#ouu wait what if the center split started cracking during the hand demon encounter & lower moon fight & slowly mended over the bext few#lines until its back to normal. both big events where they nearly lost eachother and shattered#o u ggh#i like thinking of them sm#i wanna draw a few panels of sabito's sheer terror after the lower moon fight on its own#quietly begging giyuu not to leave- dont go to sleep yet- *please stay with me* while holding him up & putting pressure on his stomach wound#turned to desperate screaming for the arriving kakushi to help them- help *him*- *save him*#arto do list#new personal tag that i hopefully wont forget & never use again lmao
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arolesbianism · 3 months ago
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Thinks abt Sif Odile duo looping au. When the two who can't read eachother for shit get thrown into the horrors together
#rat rambles#stars posting#my favorite sif relationship within the party is them and odile so I had to at least try rotating this idea in my head even if trying to#write these guys makes me anxious as hell#its just like. siffrin has such a complex around this middle age woman its both funny and sad to me#and odile just does not realize this and it creates such a rift between their understanding of eachother#they both care abt eachother so much but it's hard for them to bridge that gap sometimes#and its a weird situation imaging them looping together because idk if thatd help things or make them way worse#because siffrin is allergic to dealing with his own issues and odile struggles with addressing said issues when shes not certain of what#they are and since she's not particularly great at reading the emotional side of things she'd probably struggle a lot with that#its just interesting imagining how the two could potentially both grow closer and drift farther apart over the course of the loops#which applies to all duo looping aus but Im particularly invested in these two so theyre who Im thinking abt#like idk just something abt odile slowly realizing how sif sees her appeals to me deeply#also I like thinking abt early on stuff where it's more lighthearted and they get to have some fun in the early loope#I do think theres a lot of awkwardness in the air especially on siffrins end but I like to think theyd have a lil fun with it#for better or for worse in the long run#odile and siffrin sitting clueless as they hand craft a whole bunch of new things for siffrin to beat himself up over later#and odile as well I want her to realize that sif has been internalizing this shit and quietly spiral over it#anyways I need to to to bed now gn
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beeapocalypse · 3 months ago
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haunted once more by a dumb character idea
#tma guy. anatomy student turned archives assistant (sent as the most unsubtle spy possible on nikolas orders. elias finds it all very--#--funny adn their constant misery in the eyes sanctum is a sweet boon) who slowly tears themself apart under such a restrictive existence#the best they can get while still having to have a Singular Identity for the time is subtle appearance changes (eyes colors--#--changing. minute tweaks to features. a new nail length / polish each day. the most drastic they can get Appearance wise is--#--hair bc wigs exist as an explanation for why theyre walking in the building w a buzzcut one day and braids the next) and lying constantly#--abt their life outside of the job (a constantly rotating cast of characters who Never have the same characteristics as the last time--#--they mentioned them. a husband a boyfriend two daughters a mother a cousin from out of town a brother who moved to america etc etc). at--#--one point (after sasha gets Not Them-ed ? lot of tension between the two strangers bc of the assistants non-interference stance--#--that had the not them stuck in the table just a bit longer) they have a complete breakdown in front of martin bc of the stress and--#--babble abt how every single member of their family expects too much and has left them for dead and how they want to go HOME#tim runs into them at the club one night while theyre playing the part of a COMPLETELY different person and it is a very strange--#--time. a stranger wearing a party city mask of your coworker#the tma timeline has faded a bit from my head but i like the idea of them somehow weaseling their way into survival even after the--#--not them is entombed by leitner. they signed the contract so they cannot abandon ship the circus has stopped responding to their--#--messages and elias makes a point to swing by and just Watch them regularly while the archives fights to not collapse in on itself#like the name jane for them. jane doe and Also a cute bit of name sharing w jane pretniss lol#a little less certain abt this but also like the idea that when the pressure is REALLY bad but b4 the not them disaster the assistant--#--would ask the rest of the archives staff to call them by a different name w no explanation just to be able to shake off the fetter of--#--a Set Name for a day. its a different name every time and the running theory w everyone is that it is either a trans thing or a very--#--convoluted joke. the second time they do this sasha ends up getting them a label maker + two of those 'HELLO MY NAME IS' name--#--tags. one for 'jane' and one for any different name they choose that day. a genuine + caring gesture that absolutely devastates the--#--assistant because now they are BRANDED with a name
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sunny-salamander · 8 months ago
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Ok, but can you imagine a horror movie centered around the whole reader-insert bit?
Cause when you think of it, having a shape shifting entity that never looks nor sounds the same when you look at it but also "what are you talking about, [y/n] has always looked like that" has really good horror movie potential.
It starts out like a RomCom. We're introduced to [y/n] and lead to believe they are the main protagonist. Maybe we don't actually see much of [y/n] at first: a hand grabbing a coat, a glimpse of hair off to the side, all while there's narration about [y/n]'s backstory and visible scenes with [y/n]'s parents or siblings.
Then we meet the love interest, and we get our first full view of [y/n]. It's a sweet scene. But instead of continuing to follow [y/n], we follow the love interest instead.
When we see [y/n] again, it's a completely different actor but everyone treats them like it's the same actor. Maybe the love interest starts to feel off about [y/n] but can't place what. Every scene following is a different actor, with no pattern between ethnicity, age, or gender. And the main love interest gets more and more unsettled, starting to investigate what it is about [y/n] that disturbs them so.
I'm not super sure what a good ending would be, but there's definitely be a reveal that proves [y/n] wasn't human. The viewers never see what, exactly, [y/n] looks like or is. But maybe [y/n]'s voice changes to sounds like multiple people talking at once.
I don't know, I just think it would be a really fun little psychological horror.
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corvid-convergence · 6 months ago
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what if i..... add another murderous identity stealing shapeshifter to providence :3c
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meistoshi · 6 months ago
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triggered the cutscene where gale walks the pc thru channeling the weave in today's baldur sesh & am Once Again thinking sm abt aura........
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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago
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My take on @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll Au, specifically the designs lol. Technically a first rendition and might change (and of course it's not all of them seeing as there'd be others like Nightwing or Red Hood lol)
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oflightningandstars · 1 year ago
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So anyways... Moocho's mom anyone?
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wizardofahz · 2 years ago
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Time's Favorite Superhero
Fandoms: Fringe, 12 Monkeys A/N: Happy 10th end-of-Fringe-aversary! This was written in Cassie's POV, but hopefully it should be readable to 12 Monkeys and Fringe fans alike.
Cassie takes in the lab before her. It was not what she'd imagined, old-fashioned as it is, when the FBI had come to her for help. She had expected something fancier, high-tech, because despite how much government agencies enjoyed griping about their budgets, surely the elite teams got the latest and greatest, right?
Behind them, their FBI guide slips away. A different FBI agent approaches. "Hi. I'm Agent Olivia Dunham with the F--"
"Woah," Jennifer draws out in a long exhale before exclaiming, "Hey, Otter Eyes!" Given their close proximity, Cole jerks back at the volume. "I found someone Time likes as much as you." Jennifer turns back to Agent Dunham with dual finger guns. "You gotta die, but Time will always find a way to bring you back."
"Jennifer!" Cassie scolds. She knows holding the entire timeline in her head is difficult for Jennifer, but she also hoped Jennifer would know better than to talk to people about their deaths by now.
Jennifer observes Agent Dunham carefully.
"Spoiler alert?" she says more contemplatively than guiltily. If Cassie had to guess, Jennifer is sorting through the timeline and double checking which events have already happened.
In the background, an older man in a lab coat leans into the younger man beside him and asks, "Is she an Observer?"
Agent Dunham has clearly experienced her share of weirdness. She barely reacts beyond a quirked eyebrow, and her voice is dry when she responds, "By all accounts, I have died a couple times."
"Right on!" Jennifer cheers as if Coach Time had drawn up a brilliant play and Agent Dunham followed through with a crowd-rousing dunk. She holds up a hand, asking for a high-five that Agent Dunham doesn't seem inclined to reciprocate.
To save them all from further awkwardness, Cassie sticks her hand out in Agent Dunham's direction. "I'm Dr. Cassandra Railly, a virologist with the CDC, but you can call me Cassie."
Jennifer pouts when Agent Dunham reaches for Cassie's hand instead of her own.
Between Jennifer's eccentricities and Cole's lingering post-apocalyptic gremlin social skills, Cassie decides to make the rest of the introductions herself. "That is Jennifer Goines, CEO of the Markridge Group, and this is James Cole."
Agent Dunham's gaze settles on Jennifer, reappraising, then lands on Cole. "And what's your role?"
Cole shrugs. "I just have a vested interest in making sure this sort of thing doesn't happen again."
"Again?"
"You know how it is," Cassie steps in. No one needs to know about the pandemic-induced apocalypse they broke time to fix. "Humanity likes repeating history, pandemics included."
"Oh yes," the older man says, sounding entirely too excited.
"This is Dr. Walter Bishop" -- Agent Dunham says, quickly cutting off what Cassie can only assume is Dr. Bishop's incoming pathogenic fanfare -- "and Peter Bishop."
She doesn't expand on Peter Bishop's credentials, but there's clearly a familial resemblance. It seems theirs is not the only family in the world-saving business.
Speaking of families.
Still pouting from the rejection, Jennifer turns her frustration on Cassie.
"I can practically hear Frau Grandma when you say my name like that. 'Ms. Goines,'" she says in mimicry of Jones' disapproving voice, then in Cassie's, "Jennifer."
Agent Dunham clears her throat, a noise bordering on impatience, and begins debriefing Cassie's contingent on the weaponized virus the Fringe team found. The situation is relatively contained at the moment, but they want a cure developed in case of a potential breach.
Cassie and Jennifer join the Bishops in tackling the problem. Agent Dunham sits to the side, occasionally watching and asking questions, but mostly reviewing whatever case evidence they have.
Cole also situates himself elsewhere, antsy with nothing to do. His eyes flit towards Agent Dunham often. She's the only one with a gun and therefore the biggest potential threat, but Cassie notes an underlying curiosity, probably wondering what also made her special in Time's eyes.
Cassie would be curious too, but she has bigger fish to fry. Actually, no. Wrong animal. Because as pressing as another global pandemic is, her most immediate concern is herding cats, super genius cats with an infinite capacity and penchant for chaos. The synergy of Walter and Jennifer is frankly too much for one person to handle.
Peter helps of course. He's friendly and personable, but more importantly he's familiar with Walter's quirks in the same way that Cassie is familiar with Jennifer's. When dealing with such unique minds though, familiarity can only get them so far.
Walter sends Peter in the direction of some shelves and demands a stabilizing agent. "Quickly, Peter!"
"How am I supposed to find it when nothing is organized?" Peter asks with an exasperated petulance only a son could achieve.
"Everything is organized," Walter grumbles. "Where is Astrid? She would know where it is."
Jennifer bites her lip as she carefully pipettes 3 mL from a beaker raised to eye level. Task successfully completed, she responds, "On honeymoon with her wife."
Peter pauses his search and frowns. "How did you know that?"
"Hello???" Jennifer flings her arms out, and Cassie quickly grabs the beaker from her hand. "Primary! Give me yellow and I can paint you the world! Speaking of which, I never got them a present. Do they want a unicorn?"
Cassie doesn't bring up the fact that Jennifer doesn't even know this Astrid, not personally anyway. "Focus," is all she says.
"I want a unicorn," Walter says, focusing on the wrong thing.
"Walter."
Agent Dunham's curt, no-nonsense tone proves the most effective at getting everyone to focus on the problem at hand. Cassie gives her an appreciative nod.
They get in a few hours of productive work before Walter starts wandering around his lab and rifling through his own things.
Peter sighs. "What are you looking for now?"
"My stash of Brown Betty."
Cassie has no idea what that is, but the injection of disapproval, or is it alarm, in Peter's voice has her paying more attention. "No, absolutely not."
"We have been working on this for days," Walter protests. "I need to reset my mind, open it up to a new perspective."
"That's why Olivia brought in Dr. Railly and her team."
"Chill, dude," Jennifer says, once again dipping into her omniscience and leaving Cassie behind. "It's not like he's suggesting we break out the LSD."
Oh, they're talking about drugs.
Oh.
Oh no.
Dealing with Walter and Jennifer sober is already a lot. Cassie is absolutely not up for dealing with them on hallucinogenics.
"What about a food break?" Cassie suggests.
"That's a good idea," Agent Dunham says, and what she says goes.
They end up getting burgers and wraps. Cole ignores their cow's protests and digs right in.
(Right, because they have a cow… Maybe their cow is like Jennifer's turtle. Who knows? Certainly not Cassie.)
"Why yellow?" Walter asks Jennifer. "I merely ask to ascertain which set of primary colors you abide by. You mentioned painting, which leads me to believe your primary system is completed with blue and red, rather than cyan and magenta."
The two talk about Primaries and the Observers that Walter mentioned earlier.
Cassie is happy to let their discussion wash over her until Walter says, "We've had our own dabblings with primary colors of course, but RGB like the cones in our eyes. A simple pattern to induce hypnosis. Green, green, green, red. Green, green, green, red."
Walter's voice morphs into Olivia Kirschner's, ringing in Cassie's ears.
You're walking through a red forest, and the grass is tall. It's just rained. Most of the blood has washed away.
In front of her eyes, a green forest ends, making way for a clearing of tall grass. The scene flashes, green turning to red.
Cassie can't stop her tense voice from wobbling just a little. "Can we not?"
Cole takes a break from ravishing his cheeseburger to give her a look of concern. She waves him off.
Sufficiently rejuvenated after their food break, the scientists get back to work. Heat-shock proteins show the most promise for a treatment strategy, but they find that the virus adapts quickly to rising temperatures. If they can "speed up a fever" and surprise the virus with a high temperature before it can adapt, they might get a culture to produce the immune response they need.
That's a big if.
Brow furrowed and eyes closed, Cassie pinches the bridge of her nose. "There's no way we can instantaneously jump the solution to the right temperature. You might as well be asking for spontaneous human combustion."
"Yes!" Walter claps his hands together. "Olivia!"
"Yes!" Jennifer echoes. She puts on a dramatic voice as if narrating an action movie trailer. "Time for Time's favorite superhero." Then she snorts with laughter. "Ha! Time for Time..."
"No," Agent Dunham says, and to Cassie's surprise, she's reluctant instead of dismissive.
"I'm sorry, superhero?" Cole asks, tone mostly disbelieving but also a little put out.
So Cassie was right. He had been sussing out the competition for Time's favorite, so to speak.
"Don't worry, Otter Eyes," Jennifer says. "You're still Time's favorite non-superhero."
"I don't know how to--" Agent Dunham gestures vaguely at the equipment in front of them.
"You use your powers more than you know," Jennifer says, unusually gentle. "It's why I like being around you. You're so determined, you force Time and all its possibilities to chill. If you can dream a better world, you can make a better world. Makes things a little quieter." She taps the side of her head.
"So what exactly is your superpower?" Cole asks Agent Dunham.
But it's Walter who announces proudly, "Telekinesis."
"What, like making things move around?" Cole continues skeptically. "How is that going to help with your virus thing?"
"Olivia's powers can work at the molecular and even the particle level."
Cassie turns to Agent Dunham as understanding dawns. "So you can direct the speed of the solvent molecules, which will give us the exact temperature we need."
"But I can't control it." The impenetrable aura of Agent Dunham is buckling now, self-doubt making itself known. "Give me a dying patient and then maybe it'll happen, but I can't do it by just staring at a petri dish."
"Hmm." Jennifer taps her chin in thought. "Like the light box bomb."
"We are not attaching a bomb to any of this," Peter growls.
Cassie doesn't know what a light box bomb is or how it relates to the situation, but she does know that Agent Dunham is looking increasingly uncomfortable.
"Hey," she says, approaching Agent Dunham in her least threatening manner. "Do you have somewhere more private we can go? Why don't you come with me, and we'll figure it out."
Cassie doesn't know if her words are all that compelling -- she knows less about the other woman's powers than most in the room -- but Agent Dunham seems to appreciate the opportunity to escape. She gives Cassie a brief nod and then leads her to an adjoining office space.
Agent Dunham isn't exactly the most talkative character, and under stressful circumstances, that seems to hold even more true. Cassie finds herself having to speak first.
"What's your preferred breathing technique when firing a gun?"
The non-sequitur proves effective at pulling Agent Dunham out of her funk. Her eyes snap to Cassie's. "Excuse me?"
"You know: respiratory pause, half-hold; that kind of thing."
"You shoot?"
"It's not a skill that I thought I'd ever pick up, but--" Cassie shrugs. "Life has a way of twisting things around."
She nearly mentions what a good shot she is, how she's better than Cole, who taught her, but then she figures that would probably make Agent Dunham nervous about leaving him with the Bishops.
"The reason I ask," Cassie continues, "is that maybe we can borrow something you're familiar with and transfer it to getting your powers working when you want them to, make it feel more natural."
They work through it that way. One step at a time, seeing what works for Agent Dunham and what doesn't. They borrow other pieces of shooting advice, such as "squeeze, don't pull" for fine-tuned control.
It's still slow going, but they get there in the end. Agent Dunham manages enough control to activate a few test-retest cultures, and the scientists find a potential cure ready for human testing if the need ever arises.
"Thank you for your help," Agent Dunham says as the visitors prepare to leave, and Cassie knows she's talking about more than just the virus.
"I'm glad it worked out," Cassie says, also talking about more than just the virus.
"Auf wiedersehen, Time's favorite superhero," Jennifer says, suddenly appearing and draping an arm around each woman. She tells Agent Dunham, "Tell Astrid she'll have a unicorn waiting for her when she gets back. Would you like a unicorn too? You are after all, a unicorn, among humans."
"I would still like a unicorn," Walter says.
"Three unicorns coming right up," Jennifer crows cheerfully.
"Say good-bye, Jennifer," Cassie says. She'll have to warn Agent Dunham that the unicorns are very real.
She doesn't miss Agent Dunham's grateful look as she drags Jennifer away.
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moss-feratu · 1 year ago
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Uralesh will see a pile of minerals on the ground and be like "is anybody gonna eat that" and not wait for an answer
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kikicocobell · 2 years ago
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I doubt that many people will relate to this, but I had an extremely interesting experience the other day.
basically, I had a dream about a D&D campaign that does not exist, playing a character I’ve never even imagined before... this character’s name, and I remembered it very clearly because in the dream I had the character sheet right in front of me and I could remember exactly how I spelled it...
was Aurid.
A NAME THAT I’VE NEVER HEARD OR THOUGHT OF BEFORE.
I did some research, thinking “is Aurid even a real name? or did my subconscious make a new one?” turns out it is a real name and there is a singular person with the name Aurid. but there is no meaning recorded on the internet no matter how hard I looked to find one!
now, all of this would be like a regular strangely vivid dream, I’d forget about it after a while and I’d never think of this mysterious character named Aurid again...
that is not the case, however.
...
this man... bubbled up from the deepest depths of my subconscious and gripped my imagination by the throat! I was compelled to spend the entire day writing about him. recounting the backstory he had in the dream, and interpreting his personality into a solid character like it was some kind of possession...
Aurid’s backstory is one of, if not the darkest work of fiction I’ve ever written.
and most of it came from the dreams I had that had to do with him... in which I was in Aurid’s point of view.
how did I not wake up in a cold sweat from this sh*t.
from the way I interpreted how I played and characterized Aurid in my dream, he is a charismatic chaotic neutral rogue who lives life by the “here for a good time, not a long time” saying almost exclusively. he’s got a hidden blade that doesn’t have a backstory, a magical arson lantern his mother left him before she died of the plague, and he holds onto a teddy bear as a memento of his young friend who went missing while he was living in an orphanage. He could definitely kill you, but he could also give really cozy hugs. he’s really loyal to his party, but he also has rather questionable morals they don’t always approve of.
I’m not going to post Aurid’s backstory here because it is a body horror nightmare mystery that I basically just cranked out in a single day...
I will, however, post the picrew design I made of my boy Aurid because I have never had a character emerge from the dark recesses of my mind fully formed quite like this before, and the picrew really helped that along. prolly gonna draw him soonish.
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here’s the Picrew by the way, if you’re wondering: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1801602
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