#stormlings

[hailstormchase]

It's been a while since I posted art, so here's Verde, my agent/captain 3, aka Tres. She's an electric type stormling! (I figured my friends on discord have seen this but not tumblr)

[hailstormchase]

Inkfish definitely do this-

I know my stormlings/Typelings do

Nonhuman expressions of affection are great. Purring. Exposing weak points as a show of trust. Head bonks. Preening and chewing. Nuzzling. Biting. Intertwining tails. Feeding each other. Little chuffs, chatters, beeps and squeaks. Fluffing up of feathers, fur or other things. Dancing to impress. Cleaning their fur, scales, feathers or skin. Sharing body heat. Ears pointing toward those you care about to show your full attention is on them. Slow blinking.

[waterghostype]

concept: akita in the administration. girl who was raised in a small community in a forest in a whole mystical realm just gets transported into a corporate office. forced to follow nonsense orders but doesnt even know about her whole life and family she spent years fighting for. now going after the people she loves just because she’s told to becoming the person she dedicated her whole being to going against. bi-weekly fights with jay over printer ink.

[asketchydomesticatedgremlin]

gris grimly style my beloved... fun fact! my favorite childhood story was "The Masque of the Red Death" from the tales of mystery n madness book :D

this campaign runs half like slay the spire and its goofy, blue boi there got a wilder magic card (rolls a d8 to see which table to actually wild on) but tragically had to get rid of it after it nearly fused 2 guards together n then caused a gnome corpse rain.

as you can see, the purple lady (no she isn't a warforged, shes a bug thing) diiiidnt quite like that.

minor TW! no eyes/mild gore below

salty ass lil lady with family issues, she does NOT cope well.

[blueishspace]

Hybrid Genetics p8

Breeze

Avian + Breeze = Thunderbird.

Starborn + Breeze = Nebula.

Angel + Breeze = White Phoenix.

Demon + Breeze = Stormling.

Breeze + Blazeborn = Pyrocumulus.

Breeze + Glare = Pollened.

Breeze + Vex = Anemoi.

Breeze + Triton = Oceanid.

Breeze + Eldritch = ...mist.

Enderian + Breeze= End Breeze.

Ogre + Breeze = Wind Ogre.

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[hailstormchase]

All, that's so sweet! I imagine my ocs would've joined in and wrecked havoc, a wild thundstorms raging outside certain locations of grizzco, sandstorms near Splatzville's, plants and metal moving and taking eggs, ice fogging cameras, fire causing the systems to overheat, shadows and darkness cutting camera feeds.....and some eggs getting stolen for some hungry stormlings. Stormlings are omnivores, after all, but are a bit more predatory.

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO SPLOON3 AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO NEO3!!!

(On the phone screen being shown to Neo3 is likely a leaked Grizzco document about how all the eggs had gone missing)

There is no way the platoon wont pull all the stops to make the day happy for their favorite salmon-raised shithead. Doesnt matter that they havent had proper sleep for the last 2 days.More deets below regarding the feat….

For years, things have been simmering below the surface of Grizzco. Upstarts in the ranks, dissatisfied workers, *vengeful* inkfish, salmonid sympathizers who infiltrated the system to find out how to help, much like the platoon.

Crack teams. Strike forces. secret unions.

There isnt a BIG number of them, and none of them really worked together like a well-oiled machine, but they all had the goal of tearing this damn corporation/mafia apart.

For a variety of reasons, really. For poor conditions or pay. For the deaths of their coworkers. To investigate the big runs in hopes of stopping more in the future. To steal the eggs and return them to sea.

The platoon pokes here and there, and does their own share of this backbreaking work. The second everyone got paid... these groups opened the floodgates. Theres a lot of em, grizzco cant get em all. (And the activities cant be tracked back to the platoon, unlike other times like the Cap4 saga.)

Nobody knew they were working alongside the legendary NSS.

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A pal of mine puts it best...

Imagine knowing your partner, sibling, best friend died and finding out it wasn't just them dying defending the places... they died cause some corporate fuck orchestrated the whole series of big runs.

And in the future, these groups catch wind of what the NSS knows. That the big runs were all Grizzco made. This drives most of the shills into a frenzy. Most of all the high-value volunteers who were only there for the grand run but was trapped by the corporation.

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Come a whole 24 hours after the grand run, Grizzco starts panicking.

because only 700 million eggs remained in their stores.

Thats what Neo3 gets for her birthday -- the fact that all the extra eggs were returned to the sea. It rejuvenates her to fight for the future, now that there IS a future to fight for.

More raids continued after, 3 putting her squarely in that leadership position for the NSS's strike force (now including 7 and the crew from the Cap4 arc!)

Eventually, only 500 mil remained. And then grizzco goes on lockdown and....well, lets just say they made some people disappear. None from the platoon's strike force, thankfully. Most were grizzco's own shills, up in the higher ranks. Blamed for the loss of the eggs *and* for not making the number back.

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I wont say tgere werent any casualties on the upstarts, though. Some were caught and are in serious danger from the mafia, though none fell under the jurisdiction of the NSS. The fact is, the NSS wasnt aware of a lot of these cases due to how fractured all the upstarts are. (It allows the movement as a whole to not be immediately shut down after a few get caught, or something. So they say.)

(bonus pic without the caption!)

[solemn-siren]

Savior of scratchcraft

I’ve been toying around with a version of my persona but as a resident in Storm’s port city and I came up with a concept of a potion maker who is too busy for the life of her to take care of herself and isn’t very good at anything outside of potions.

I came up with this short story concept of alchemist!Siren’s failed attempt at getting dragon’s breath and the god who had to save her… again.

Tw: violence, injury, near death?

To make tipped arrows you need lingering potions, and to make lingering potions you need dragon’s breath.

Siren was just hoping that the diamonds she spend buying end crystals from Jor was worth the amount of pain she had to go through just to get dragon’s breath.

Buying end crystals was only the easy part. When you live in a port city under the eyes of a god and you make potions, you’re already in the perfect spot to rake in diamonds. When you knew how to read the market and predict what customers want, that was how she rose to the top.

She still had plenty left to go around to bulk orders of other ingredients.

She did not have enough to make better gear.

So here she was, in the end, with the dragon she summoned, with no armor. Just her elytra and her bow and tons of glass bottles.

The end crystals atop the obsidian pillars were perhaps the easiest to deal with. All she had to do was fly above the endless sea of void, take aim, and let loose her arrow at the deadly crystal.

The dragon was not.

If she was skilled enough she would’ve captured the acidic fireballs it shot and collected the dragon’s breath within it. Alas, she had already been warned enough times about danger so she decided to not do anything about it.

The dragon hovered above the end portal, its silver claws perched atop the bedrock structure. It reared its head back, and Siren grabbed as many bottles as she could in one hand and a rocket in the other, landing on one of the obsidian pillars, she waited for the dragon to make its move.

“Any second now…”

The ended dragon let out a large breath attack, with nearby endermen fleeing from the cone of draconian energy. Lingering behind where the cone went, was an ether like cloud of its breath.

“Bingo.”

Siren fired her rocket, diving down from her obsidian pillar and towards the dragon. Bringing out the bottles in her hand, she passed it through the ether cloud before using another rocket to take off into the air, soaring above the obsidian pillars.

The bottles were now filled with dragon’s breath, and before any could escape Siren closed the bottles. She had made this special glass bottle for ‘dragon breath’ hunting purposes. They could close quickly with only one flick of her fingers and she could close multiple at once.

Putting the dragon’s breath away, she thought to herself. She had about a stack and a half of bottles left to go.

Can’t be that hard? Right?

Unfortunately the dragon had stopped perching atop the portal and was now behind Siren, its wings sending gale force winds below her.

“You got to be kidding me-“

The dragon shot its fire at Siren, landed dead center on the alchemist who was sent flying into one of the obsidian pillars.

Snap. There went her elytra. If she had a sword or a pick maybe she could slow her fall. She had none of those, so she was doomed to fall onto the end stone below with a splat.

“Ow.”

She flicked her wrist, bringing up a holographic panel. Majority of the hearts that had shown up were black and shattered, just one half of the last heart remained, glowing dimly.

“Half a heart. I’m dead.”

She had absolutely nothing to regenerate her own hearts.

“Maybe I will accept death for once.”

She didn’t hear the thundering sound of the ended dragon being slain or the nearby endermen suddenly acting off for their kind.

She only realized it all when she saw a line of lightning darting between the obsidian pillars before coming down in front of her. The lightning quickly transformed into a tall endermen with silver armor.

Stormlordzeus, the god who built the port city, the god they worshipped.

And her savior.

Again.

Even the endermen around him bowed down and began to chant in galactic as he stood up to his full height. The armor he wore began to shift, completely removed by magic and revealing his hoodie attire.

“…Hi there.” Siren said, raising one hand and slowly waving. Storm glared down, his teal green pearl eyes resembling the eyes of ender in the over world portal.

“You realize we’re in the double digits now right?” He asked, still menacingly staring down at her. “I keep telling you, you can just pay someone else to go get dragon’s breath for you, not go get them yourself! What made you think you could do this?”

Siren shrugged, it was her thing at this rate.

“Wait how did you know I was in the end?” she asked, still staring at the holographic half a heart.

“You don’t do a good job of hiding where you are.” Storm answered, crouching down to her level. “Jor told me you bought end crystals from him, the exact number needed to summon the dragon. And you only have one good reason for summoning the ender dragon.”

You know, he had a point.

“So? What did the dragon do to you?”

“Fireball.” Siren answered, pointing to the singed ends of her hair. Although it was ebony black, several ends of her hair was singed a magic pink, because this wasn’t any kind of fire, it was magical fire.

Storm shook his head in disappointment. “It’s magical injury isn’t it…” he muttered, looking away. “Can you walk?”

Siren raised up the holographic half a heart.

Storm stared at the faintly glowing heart in shock. “Half a heart?!” He shouted, spooking the nearby endermen. “You were lucky, but don’t rely on it too much from now on okay? I’m carrying you back all the way to the port, free of charge, but if I hear that you’re in the end again-“

“-there’s an even worse punishment waiting for you.”

“Alright I get it.” Siren groaned, taking Storm’s hand as the god helped her back onto her feet. It was disorienting and slightly uncomfortable to stand on two legs again, but she couldn’t fly back because her elytra was broken, the splintered wood and phantom membrane scattered on the end stone.

“Still the savior of scratchcraft aren’t you?” She added as the endermen parted from the god as they walked towards the portal. “You’re still the same, god or not.”

“Shut up.” Storm grumbled, but she had a point. As long as the scratchcrafters, the citizens of his city, and the world bowed down before him, he would protect them all until his last breath.

[hailstormchase]

I'm bored, so, Have a Hail-

She's my agent 4 oc, and the first outfit is an alternate agent outfit inspired by Splatroad series Lightroad (mainly the city of Nexus Lazer......boy this definitely aged me by a few years) Hail happens to be an ice type stormling.

And the second one I hail in her pajamas checking out a strange mark she found on her back sometime after a mission (with her guardian Sombra helping try and figure out where it came from....with little success. Also, pajamas outfit for Sombra too, because why not) Sombra is Hail’s guardian, and is a ghost/dark type, able to dissappear and reappear at will, and shift into a shadow wolf form

[hailstormchase]

Why the stormlings/Typelings have a dislike towards the calamari inkantation, in a nutshell

The squid sisters have yet to figure it out-

Octavio has.....only because he's seen the agents go feral

Be careful with what song you choose for your alarm clock, it will be ingrained in your DNA but not in a good way

[emotionalmultimediaride]

GOG release: "Lunacy: Saint Rhodes"

Stormling Studios and Iceberg Interactive‘s psychological horror adventure Lunacy: Saint Rhodes opens its sinister doors on GOG. Anyone who has played Transient (see the game release news) or Conarium (see the GOG release news) knows that the development team has been around for quite a while and delivered lots of subtle scares in the old-school horror tradition. Lunacy: Saint Rhodes is no…

[gamerbulten]

Transient İnceleme ...

[femmefaggot]

i would top kaladin if he asked btw i just think hed find it too vulnerable and not very fun to do more than like once or Maybe twice. ok now quickly think about the existence of strap ons in the storml. HOLD ON HE COULD. sorry. change gears. think about. surgebinding.

[hailstormchase]

My neo has by far the worst home life of my agents-

As her parents were murdered when she was 3 (thieves broke in), so she raised herself in the middle of the woods, stealing food from farm fields and such-

She then got caught by Connor when she tried to steal from him when she was 12, he then helped raise her, so she's not completely feral :)

Love my little agent Crayfish

just something i'm curious about

[ventureswithbooks]

“I want to stand beside you as you turn this place upside down and build anew.” - Rage . . 🌟QOTD: Who was the last author you met? . . Today’s the day!!!! I am SO SO EXCITED!!! Today I get to go to @coracarmack Rage event here in Chicago...well Downer’s Grove which is like an hour away but that’s beside the point!! I absolutely love meeting authors and Cora is one of my favorites!! Plus I will finally get my hands on the finished copy of Rage and get it signed as well as my copies of Roar!!! I am beyond lucky to have an amazing bookstore nearby that gets all these amazing authors!!! The next couple of months are going to be crazy with The Fierce Reads tour, Leigh Bardugo and Holly Black all coming to the area!!! I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #coracarmack #roar #rage #stormlings #therageseasonishere #ragetour #flatlaystyle #booknerd #instareads #bookaesthetic #ventureswithbooks #booklife #booksofinstagram #bookworm #yafiction #yabooks #bookishfeatures #bookstagramer #bookstagramit #flowerlove https://www.instagram.com/p/B27dgMzg88i/?igshid=vs7k1frfenmp

[blueishspace]

i want to be a stormling so bad.

Yeah, that would be cool wouldn't it?

[walterkov]

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