#vishen

[ancientkarka]

i love to put her in situations. happy wintersday!

bonus, shooting santa

[subhanallahtoday]

I was listening a #jayshetty podcast today, and #vishen was on there too. The episode closed off with Vishen saying that do what being you joy and turn it into a career. Sound amazing but that’s if you know what I exactly made me joy. I can’t just choose one!

How can I hone into one thing - I think that’s why my life is a mess right now because I can’t seem so ever focus on one thing! But I KNOW if I did I would be somewhere BIG but I am indecisive.

It’s pretty sad tBH…don’t wish this mindset on anyone and I’m jelous of those who have that straight focus.

Anyways keep me in your duas

[bluekitsvne]

I also made this because I'm RIDICULOUSLY IN LOVE WITH VISHEN she's in my brain now and this happened

[ceresoktavia]

Everything about this whole thing was a bad idea, at least from Bengar’s point of view. Still, he kept being the ever obedient soldier and followed his orders.

That’s how he had ended up alone close to enemy territory.

Remind them why Flame still fears the Titan Slayer …

He grimaced at the mere thought of this order. Malice was crazy for wanting him to do that. But then again, Malice being somewhat crazy was the reason she was already feared despite being the youngest of the Imperators.

Bengar sighed, rolled around his head and shoulders and forced a few cracks out of his neck, then he stepped out of the shadows and unto the open field right in front of that damn, oh so important bridge Dominion was holding at the moment.

Scouts spotted him instantly, as they should. The few additional sniper shots were no match for his magical barrier. He just kept on strolling out into the fields, still keeping his disguise up. Of course they recognized who he was, or who they believed him to be.

“If that ain’t Tribune Dustclaw. What brings you here?” A young female charr with white fur and brown hair hopped down from a previously very well hidden sniper nest. If his information were correct, this had to be Vishen Steelshot.

“Orders … you know? The usual stuff we all have to deal with.” Bengar grinned, pointing at the young scout. “I bet you’ve already called in backup, am I  right?”

Vishen snorted, then shouldered her sniper rifle. “As I should. What the hell does Imperator Swordshadow want? Not her style to send the big guns out, especially not out in the open.”

“Aw you got me.” Shrugging, Bengar did his best to remain his nonchalant façade.

To his surprise, Vishen had called in more backup than he would have thought. A small army marched across the bridge and towards him. So they were at least very aware of how much of a threat he was. More foresight than he would have expected. But then again, it was most likely the result of Ruinbringer knowing him a little too long.

His present disguise was pretty long lived, so that one was on him.

Another charr peeled out of the masses, staff in hand and already eyeing Bengar over in wait of an attack. If people hadn’t been talking shit, this poor broad faced guy with ginger fur was Nicabar Steelweaver.

So he had to deal with two members of the Steel warband?

At least he could seemingly keep his promise to Brimmstone and spare his cub.

But these two were the unlucky ones to deliver the message Malice wanted him to deliver. Though maybe not without getting their asses beaten first. That one was a given.

“Pyre Dustclaw … was not expecting to see you anytime soon. Your imperator must already be desperate.” Nicabar weighed his staff and threw it up to catch it again. “Or she wants to get rid of you … either way. You’re either coming with us as our prisoner or we send Malice your corpse.”

“That’s Imperator Swordshadow for you, Cub.” Bengar growled.

They wanted to play cocky? Fine with him. Made it easier for him to hand them their asses.

“Whatever.” Vishen turned to the small army Nicabar had brought along. “Take Tribune Dustclaw prisoner by any means necessary!”

Roars and rattling weaponry had Bengar sigh.

These fools weren’t expecting anything, and he pitied them for it.

“Actually, …” Forming a cloud of magic energy between his hands, Bengar started to grin. “… I have to thank you for bringing so many people. That’ll make executing my orders easier.”

Cloud still between his hands, he shattered the illusion containing his looks.

The few Flame soldiers in their ranks shrieked like cubs, some dropped their weapons, and few intelligent ones started running already.

Instead of a healthy looking charr with all ginger fur they now saw the true looks. He was still broad of build and his height hadn’t changed either. But his fur was now snow white, his tiger stripes grey, his hair shorter and just as grey as his markings. The horn on his right cheek was but a stump, visibly the result of being molten, his upper left horn was broken off. He missed his ring claw on his left hand and the thumb on his right was visibly crippled.

The screams from the fleeing ones were utterly priceless.

“IT’S THE FUCKING TITAN SLAYER!!!”

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”

“THE TITAN SLAYER … RUN!!!!”

Bengar had to restrain a chuckle. He had thought watching Efram freak out was priceless, but these soldiers were even better. They scattered the ranks and created utter chaos in their futile attempt to get away.

Unleashing the cloud between his hands sealed their fate. It grew fast and swallowed the area up, soldiers banging against the barrier he had just forged. He saw some of them scrambling back to their feet to scratch on the barrier, as if it would go away this way.

Nicabar and Vishen were visibly confused, not only by the change of his looks, but also by the ex Flame soldiers running for their lives.

“Steelshot, Steelweaver.”

They looked at Bengar, utterly puzzled.

“Allow me to reintroduce myself. I am the myth your dipshit of an Imperator was named after. Bengar Dustclaw, pleased to meet you.” He couldn’t help but end his introduction with a little bow. “And as per orders of Imperator Malice Swordshadow, you and your soldiers will now learn why those Flame cubs are already running.”

Black smoke shot out of Bengar’s two broken Horns and his missing finger, winding around him to cover him up. They changed his form, cracking his back open for spikes and webbed wings to burst out of it, he grew massively in size, his claws extended far beyond their regular reach, two more eyes formed and the soldiers in front of him collectively shrank down, cowering in fear.

Exactly what Malice had intended.

Bengar snorted when the first ones snapped out of their shock. Of course it had to be Vishen and Nicabar.

They yelled at their soldiers, commanded for them to stay strong and much to Bengar’s amusement ordered them to still take him prisoner.

That was comedy gold.

Or so he thought when he felt the shot of a canon hitting his back, throwing him down on one knee.

Oh you filthy little suckers …

With a roar he channeled chaos magic roughly around the area where the shot had to come from and turned it into a storm. The magic ripped trees out, reduced boulders to mere pebbles, and trapped a destroyed canon, as well as some now dead soldiers in its cold, merciless embrace.

Them shooting him in his back seemingly returned their soldiers spark, roaring, they charged and attacked. Bengar repelled them with a shockwave of pure magic. Few managed to land on their feet and charge again.

He easily ripped them in half with his claws.

Blinking steel warned him just in time to get out of the way. Vishen managed to actually graze him with her shot. Blood ran down his cheek and Bengar glared the sniper down.

She was good, he gave her that. Better even than some archers in his times.

But he was no regular enemy.

Within the blink of an eye, the monstrous charr stood behind her, ripping the rifle out of her grasp and throwing her unto the bridge and into her own troops.

Firebolts hit him from the side, Bengar screaming out and swatting after the fire. It only managed to burn off some of his fur, but enough to lay the scars hidden beneath open.

He hopped down from the position he had fished Vishen out of and unleashed some of his magic, covering himself in ghostly blue flames. Once again it struck fear into his enemies, but then another canon shot hit him and he flew and had to roll over the grounds to catch balance again.

Bloody canons …

How many had they hidden around the area?

And once again the canon hit returned the soldiers’ will to fight. Bengar roared, sending the flames covering his body out to burn down the first few charging.

Despite their comrades being burned to cinders, they kept charging.

They really want to fell me … as you wish …

Bengar ripped soldier after soldier to shreds, yet their numbers gave them the obvious advantage. A lot of soldiers managed to reach him, slashing at him with their swords, axes and whatnot.

A damn firing squad unleashed a barrage he could hardly repent. Though he managed to keep vital parts safe, his arms and legs took a severe beating, blood streaming out and fast.

Let them find confidence before you start slaughtering … thanks for nothing Malice!

They were surprisingly effective in wounding him, but then again he hadn’t fought in this form for over 400 years. And never alone against modern war machinery either.

Sneering, he unleashed another shockwave, before he stood tall again.

Energy Surge!

His first spell formed a magical bolt, flying through the ranks, hitting enough soldiers fatally to slow their attacks down.

Spiritual Pain!

Even more fell victim to his second spell. Enough had fallen for him to pull some surprises out of his sleeve. He crossed his claws in front of his forehead, focusing on his next spell.

Clamor of Souls!

Soldiers started screaming out before they were hit by ghostly lighting.

That’s when another canon shot hit him.

“Alright, you don’t want to wait your turn? Then die now!”

Feast of Corruption!

He heard screams throughout the woods, then nothing but silence from there. All the while the magic that had just killed everyone in the forest flowed back, healing some of his wounds in turn.

Channeling shadow magic into his hands, he jumped into the mass of remaining soldiers. Every time his hands so much as grazed one of them, they started to scream out before collapsing. Very few had the doubtful luck of surviving his touch based magic, most just died.

Yet even fewer did not die or fall unconscious due to his attack.

Magic of all sorts kept crushing into him, just like bullets, swords, axes and hammers.

Spiteful Spirit!

Empathy!

Spirit Shackles!

Unleashing three spells, curses to be precise, Bengar made his enemies feel every bit of pain they inflicted on him, as if they were the ones being attacked.

Snipers dropped their weapons, coughing up blood from the curses mimicking them being shot, Warriors fell to the ground screaming, as if they had been the one’s being cut, Mages experienced what it was like to be on the receiving end of their own magic.

The battlefield finally fell silent.

With the deed seemingly done, Bengar dragged himself out of their ranks before he recalled the smoke to return to his regular form.

Just as the last bit of smoke returned to him, he heard the rattling of someone trying to get up, using their weapon as support.

Turning around, he saw Nicabar scrambling to his feet, holding a large cut on his chest shut and heavily bleeding from his nose.

“We’re not done … done yet, Dustclaw.” The younger charr dragged himself over, Bengar watching him while breathing heavily himself.

Summoning his last strength, he managed to walk over to Nicabar like he wasn’t wounded at all and simply punched him in the guts.

Nicabar grunted, then sacked to the ground, getting a last glimpse of Bengar before falling unconscious.

“We’re more than done, Cub.” Panting and staggering, Bengar took a few steps back in an attempt to recatch balance. Without success.

He fell down, landing flat on his back. If it wasn’t for the blood loss, this would’ve been easier. Evidently Malice was trying to kill him.

Uneasy grin on his lips, he recalled the barrier spell, then fell unconscious himself.

[gristlegrinder]

i picked up a morning shift at work and i am currently regretting it. i could’ve slept in and then done that 10AM drizzlewood run—

[brightwingedbat]

Hmm, I realised I inadvertently made some references to the Steel Warband on GW2 with my Commander's cubs' future warband. Subconscious inspiration I guess aha. Even though I created these characters before I knew Steel's full stories.

Ryland / Galvar = The confident leader, son of a hero

Cinder / Lorranu = The second in command, a voice of reason (plus has a thing for the leader)

Nicabar / Allius = The warband support, prefers to create and heal than hurt and destroy

Vishen / Vita = The soldier who enjoys the battle, not progressing her position

Ranoah / Patia = The warband's engineer, and close to the battle-thrilled soldier

[shobanagomes]

(via https://youtube.com/watch?v=yFRJrVaw2Dg&feature=share)

[bluekitsvne]

For her ✨️

Journal of Vishen Steelshot

[icreatewhatibelieve]

Too many people trap themselves in the chains of realistic goals because they refuse to see beyond the HOW. Don’t worry about the HOW. Start with the WHAT and the WHY. When you know what you want to bring forth in the world and WHY you want it, choose it. Then take whatever action intuition guides you toward taking.

Vishen Lahkiani

[senterya]

Every now and then I rediscover my love for Forging Steel and I go temporarily insane.

The music. The characters. The voice acting!!!! Shoutout to Sonya Leslie, Dave Fennoy and Megan Hollingshead (Vishen, Nicabar and Ranoah respectively) especially for filling the already entertaining dialogue with so much life and character. It's one of the most tedious instances in the game and yet I kept going back to it because listening to these people was so damn entertaining. Top this with Stan LePard's absolute banger of a battle music ("TT6-B Devourer" and "Steel Team Six") that are, to this day, among my favourite tracks in the entire OST of the game and you know you are in for a good time.

I don't know how many people remember Almorra's battle theme at the end of this chapter. I wasn't. The good thing about it is that I got to reexperience it like when I heard it the first time and it's amazing. Brendon Williams understood the assignment.

[ancientkarka]

gay rights or perhaps gay wrongs

[xsilversugar]

Just Some of my BJDs

Been a while since I’ve done anything with my dolls. It’s slow going getting back into things but I’m enjoying it a ton! These are edited mostly for the backgrounds, color correcting, and fixing stray wig hair where I could. It’s not perfect since my phone is garbage but at the same time I kinda dig the flaws.

Vishen Muriel Konten Alueshious Sylveryn (He/Any)

Former Water God and current Wanderer of Basn in the forme of a peculiar Serar. (AKA an Aasimar in my homebrew DnD world but that’s his full name and whole deal in a nutshell.)

Vishen is Volks Ryoya Konoe and was/is my Grail Doll. He’s an unmodded fullset lacking only his original wig, and I think a jewelry piece? No matter. They’re perfect.

Vishen and Ghost. They’re not a romantic couple but they have my favorite chemistry of my lorge dolls.

I really loved painting this one. The background itself is in my Discord as a stand-alone haha. As for Ghost… There isn’t much to his story (yet.) I mostly just like having him look pretty. Factory face-ups on both the lads.

Ghost (He/Him) is a Migidoll Ryu!

Sasha "Shou" Bernard. (He/Him) He’s one of my oldest BJDs. A cat-boy who loves all things cute and fun! He needs a proper wig and ears/tail but man it’s a hard color match. I’m trying to fit him to the design of an adoptable I got from an art-friend aaaaggesss ago. As a doll he’s changed characters and looks a ton over the years. But for now he’s my pretty princess son! I wanna do another photoset in his maid cafe uniform next. uwu Custom face-up by myself, eyes from a friend. <3

Sasha is a Volks Kohaku.

Francheska "Cheesecake" del Sune (She/He)

Cheska was my first BJD. Originally on a female body, I hybridized her onto a male one but it was via trade so I genuinely cannot recall the sculpt anymore. Their story is that they literally are a {collective?) spirit possessing a doll. He can move on his own but cannot speak audibly. They communicate exclusively through their traveling companion Morgan del Sune. Their relationship is not very clear currently as Morgan tends to embellish any stories on the subject to the deliberate and relative horror of their audience. I’m gonna be exploring them both (only Cheska is shelled as a BJD in real life, Morgan is a Tiefling tho) more in a DnD game hopefully pretty soon and I am so excited! Face-up and wig by yours truly!

Cheesecake is a Luts Dreaming Shiwoo.

[bluekitsvne]

One of my very best red panda friends printed me a few Vishens and My art of her!!!!

I'm not kidding when I say I'm going to cover this wall in pictures of her and attempt a plushie of her!!! 😩😍✨️

[brightwingedbat]

im gonna keep trying this--How about a scratch!au situation? Galvar or Vita is the parents of Naz and Allius is the father Marcus and Tantalus? (or something to help pull the uh, extended family out of that) but what ideas might go down in such a situation if Galvar is the commander? (@commanderhorncleaver)

I don't think I can see my characters in an au like that, given how much I design my characters based on their parents. Nastazya gets her face from her dad's side, Galvar looks more like Marcus. So Galvar doesn't actually look like his grandsire on Naz's side, he'd have to be from the Marcus side but then Vita doesn't make sense cause she gets Naz's looks lmao and the Marcus side also doesn't have the orange/brown spots that Galvar has.

However, I do have thoughts about a generational shift au that for my charr ocs only, shifts the generation back a couple decades. ie all my character relations still exist, but the ages all shifted. So Galvar is 21 during 1325 AE, Naz and Marc are still his parents. There's differences cause of them not going through certain things already of course, but this is more of a focus on the Render Warband instead.

Galvar would be the Commander here, and go through the personal story instead. Vita and Lorranu are in his warband, though at game start Lorranu is away for taking care of her and Galvar's cub Tygil. Vita is present at the Duke Barradin battle, though she survives along with Dinky. Patia is in Iron Legion in the Driver warband along with Chip's cubs Bolt, Spark and Rivet. Allius is an Ash Soldier in his own separate Storm warband. They fill in the Iron and Ash personal stories. But don't have much presence beyond core.

As for key story moments which will get into spoilers for gw2.

Galvar is mostly a solo adventurer, Lorranu ends up being the legionnaire of the warband though Vita takes over while Lorranu is busy with cub duty.

Galvar goes through story as you'd expect, but he gets very attuned to Aurene's magic. Shows through his Guardian flames too, which get the prismatic tint to them.

The civil war ends up extremely rough for him, cause Vita ends up getting killed by Vishen during the push to Wolf's Crossing. He gets fucking enraged, and honestly does not fault Smodur at all for what he does to Cinder. Galvar is far too hateful of the Steel warband for taking his sister from him. His Aurene-blazing Guardian Flames is quite a counterpart to Jormag-Ryland too, you could not get more perfect nemeses.

Eventually during the Canthan void outbreak, he ends up losing his left hand during the first part of the battle. But when Aurene gifts him more of her power and makes him Champion-formed, he gets a shiny new crystal left hand made of her prism-brand. At this point, the guardian weapons he summons take form of Aurene Legend weapons rather than the typical blue Guardian ones.

So now we have the world saved, and Galvar the shining example of the Dragon Champion Commander with his new crystal paw. (And then Gyala delve trauma time woo)

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