#wip: wings and horns

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday & OCs as "Patron Saints of..." Quiz

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Music Monday for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns WIP and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, and OC quiz results for OCs from The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters. You can find the Quiz here and enjoy listening/reading below the cut:

Remember how I said Lena would be uncovering skeletons from Fazbear Entertainment's closet in my Five Nights at Freddy's WIP More Than Bargained For?. Well, the corpses of children stuffed in animatronics after being murdered by a serial-killing co-founder isn't the only think she discovers; Lena, with the guidance of one "Mike Schmidt", she also uncovers a history of tragedies surrounding one family feud in a house full of nightmares and a forgotten rental service too. Unbeknownst to the young Elliot woman, she is inadvertently aiding Mike under the company's untold policy of "Paragraph 4", with the intent of bringing all Fazbear-related animatronics back to one ultimate pizzeria. What could possibly go wrong?:

"There is a legend A legend born long ago About a wicked A wicked man no one knows Went and unraveled Six innocent little souls

Those souls found bodies The bodies started to move Some say they still walk Walk the halls, staying from view

I got a secret that I am here to tell you That place is this very place And all the stories are true

This world's a scary place We're not monsters, just changed Bigger hands for grabbing ahold We were lost to foul play But we got an upgrade Lots more teeth for eating you whole

Here comes another chapter Your heart is beating faster Because you're the one we're after Five Nights at Freddy's 4 Thank you for bringing us home

We were just like you Like you, just playing a game That's when the wicked Wicked man lead us astray Without a warning Our lives have been rearranged

As for our story The story's not over yet There's still one secret One secret left to be said

Tonight when you are Safely tucked into your bed Close all the doors that you want We're already in your head

This world's a scary place We're not monsters, just changed Bigger hands for grabbing ahold We were lost to foul play But we got an upgrade Lots more teeth for eating you whole

Here comes another chapter Your heart is beating faster Because you're the one we're after Five Nights at Freddy's 4 Thank you for bringing us home

Thank you for bringing us home

Here comes another chapter Your heart is beating faster Because you're the one we're after Five Nights at Freddy's 4 Thank you for bringing us home

Thank you for bringing us home

Thank you for bringing us home

Thank you for bringing us home!"

Now on one hand, I don't initially believe this song actually fits my Wings And Horns WIP. However, on the other hand, in relation to Jezebel Ba'al's story (and maybe a bit of Cadet Azriel's too, being the implied soul of a particular bearded cult leader's dead daughter and all, plus committing to her service as an Angel of Death just so she can finally reach reincarnation), I think this can fit within the context of a story that's centered around the pros and cons of living in a world where a divine system like the Soulmate System exists, especially when you have two young characters like Azriel and Jezebel, the former hearing nothing but good things about having a Soulmate while the latter (and other's like her) have been directly harmed by the system's flawed structure, and how both are influenced by their well-meaning if extreme father/authority figures:

"Down the rabbit hole, we saw you come in Through the glass of our cages chained up where we live Where we live Please don't be afraid We're a little bent Broken souls looking for a way to start again Start again

How can we ever be free When our prison is skin deep Left to rot* underneath Buried us down below so no one sees Daddy's little monsters

Listen to the voice keeping you alive You need us, we need you, it'll be alright Yeah, it's alright We don't wanna stay under lock and key You can help break the curse, we all wanna live** Wanna live**

How can we ever be free When our prison is skin deep Left to rot* underneath Buried us down below so no one sees Daddy's little monsters!"

[*Given rust is more for metal, rot fits well enough for both physical flesh and the "soul flesh" that Cadet Azriel and Jezebel have both experienced. **I used "live" instead of "leave" because even... well... the latter doesn't really make much sense in this context, while the former can be interpreted as Jezebel saying "we all want to live our lives without being it being predestined for us" especially with out trapping being fated to a soulmate can be (especially for the likes of Jezebel whose experienced a bad fating, and Azriel wants to be reincarnated so she can live again, but not be stuck in a similar fate to Jezebel if she gets the chance of rebirth, so at this point, here is where Azriel's opinion on the Soulmate System begins to shift].

In the unnamed Fallout 2 WIP from my A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore series, Ore returns to California (where last time he was there, his father Arcane Urias had mutilated his face after Ore declined joining him on his quest of human destruction) after exploring the Wastelands a bit more and to say goodbye to a good friend. However, instead he not only meets his friend's granddaughter Finidy Mona, but also finds evidence that his father has returned in the area. He decides to partner up with Finidy to help him track down and kill his father to stop him and his nefarious deeds by retracing his steps from Shady Sands to New Reno. This also relates to how, chronologically timeline-wise, this WIP is the last prequel of sorts and closing the chapter on Ore's story in California plus Urias and Talos' origins before the focus goes onto Ress.

"You set the stage all by yourself You have a job, do it well And play your part to host their final farewell

An event Just like the first time Put to rest Their souls tonight

It's going back, back, back, back They've been through this before It's going back, back, back, back The final page of the lore The sound of cheer, the need for fear The souls of the kids are free Rewind the tears

It's going back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back It's going-!"

Now for the quiz results for OCs from my The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters series. Most of these will likely be unfamiliar to you guys:

HUNTRESS CAROLINE JÄGER (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [BLOODBORNE])

Pretty accurate given the ending she gets. Unafraid to face what others refused to see, and too stubborn to look away from it. If it's something she could fix, then the Horrors be damned. Is it a shame, though, if it meant she could no longer wake up from such a terrible, horrible dream, if just to get a glimpse of the rising sun?

HUNTER TOBIAS JÄGER (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [BLOODBORNE])

How different these two are; the sister transcends to something new and unfamiliar, but here, the brother holds onto what made sense and what was once precious to him, even if holding on stops him from moving forward. And all he has to show for it is a fragment of what he lost.

DARKBEAST CONSTANCE (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [BLOODBORNE])

No matter how much he boasts about being true to Yahar'gul's ideals, he is still a lesser man than he is a true beast.

LOGAN THE VAGABOND OF NO RENOWN (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [ELDEN RING])

Fucking poetic considering what he does and who comes crawling out of it. While Logan is an unpleasant and selfish person, he himself becomes a vessel for all the good things he'll pass on to his successor; someone that will succeed against the destined odds where he and everyone else failed.

RICO (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS [CYBERPUNK 2077])

Staying in Night City (whether it be for the guy you were always at the beck and call of, not just out of loyalty and idealism, but genuine love, even if he didn't necessarily share the same love you felt and eventually became a stranger to you, or for the mentored young woman you see so much life coursing through her veins within a city as horrid as NC, and also see so much of yourself and the other in, yet is cruelly destined for far less than she deserves and spends that little time with others that aren't you, knowing this goodbye is the last goodbye you'll ever make as she leaves behind everything for those final months of something better... or maybe you stay because it's all you've ever known and believe you'll be useful in) does not have much benefits.

LORA (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS [ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS])

Ever wonder if, in spite of how much you try, you're just destined to be alone? Lora chases after something things that won't ever leave her fulfilled or satisfied. In the end it's this that dooms her to solitude.

[simplegenius042]

If you want, come down to my inbox and ask for any of my main eight OCs:

Joaquin Cobalt - Protagonist of The UnTitledverse, a kid that grows and faces adversity throughout the four sagas, finding his identity as he does.

Silva Omar - Protagonist of Silva's Hope, La Última En Pie and Old Dusk in The Silver Chronicles, a junior deputy with a past shrouded in mystery who fights against the tragedy that follows her for a chance at normalcy, the newest challenge being a local cult in Hope County, Montana; the Project at Eden's Gate.

Haoyu Anabuki - Protagonist of Life, Despair & Monsters, they're the half-sibling of Monika and finds themself caught in the fray of a series of twisted social experiments run by the Ruins of the Midnight Rise and its director, Sir Enigma Malvolio.

Archangel Metatron - Protagonist of my original WIP, Wings And Horns, Metatron is the archangel of life, who is tasked to preserve the Soulmate System with his cadet, a young angel of death.

Jade Smith & Jasmine Rafiq - Protagonists of the An Old Ballad of Chance and Ember Hearts Trilogy (an original WIP trilogy), both women are two of the first humans to explore and travel the Multiverse, as girlfriends of course.

Ortega "Ore" Brantley & Marissa "Ress" Bishop - Protagonists of A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, both are half-siblings who go across the remnants of America's post-nuclear wasteland to hunt down and end their father, the Arcane Urias, and his Occult.

Meta OC Questions

Once upon a time, I posted a series of questions asking about thematic/symbolic elements in relation to ocs.

Well now I've decided to create a new set of oc questions, this time touching upon meta elements of them as well as how they interact with the world they're placed in.

I'm mostly aiming these questions at fandom ocs (which is more obvious in some later questions) but these could also apply to wholly original characters.

..........

What inspired you to create your oc?

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance?

What is the origin of the character's name?

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name?

What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe?

Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man?

What is your favorite trait regarding your oc?

What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters?

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters?

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why?

How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc.

Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them?

How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life?

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make.

[pastelaeqy]

WIP of a fake render for a very specific iteration of grown Kirby I made like 5 years ago. yes I’m Galacta knight pilled what of it.

[goodsmellerart]

☀️ first pass at the Princesses 🌙

[lamneus]

happy flap flaps splish splash

We are doing some amazing dragon pic between 3 artists. I did the initial composition and this sketch, Mizu_wolf is doing the thumbnailing for the Color Key, ColdMarine wil be cleaning a coloring the character in a beautiful cel shaded style, and Mizu_wolf will do the background and give the final touches :3. This art piece is meaning to express joy~ <3 Funded by FeatheredPredator  

Posted using PostyBirb

[simplegenius042]

The most "evil" hero OC I can think of from the top of my head would be Kamski Neon. Sonya and Ress were a close second, however, when it comes to the most immoral acts, Kamski takes the cake. Kamski is Silva's personal/family doctor (and the father to her dead lover Irene who was killed in a massacre that they both survived), and Kamski has a (understandable) disdain towards so-called "prophets" and those who overzealously and blindly follow said prophets. And while he thinks he does have Silva's best interests in mind, it doesn't justify the acts he commits, which only increase tension and breaks his trust with Silva. Kamski kills the cultists in the Project at Eden's Gate (aka Peggies), including those who are unarmed non-fighters, and very much would kill any defectors seeking to change their ways. He destroys a lot of property that Eden's Gate initially stole from the locals, including resources that the Resistance could use, and he has no regard for his Resistance ally fighter's lives, which is mostly due to Kamski's "us vs them" attitude; with him and Silva as "us" and everyone else as "them". Kamski is also not hesitant in manipulating and pushing Silva into showing no mercy towards her enemies, actively discouraging potential peace and going behind her back in certain decisions.

The most "good" villain OC I have is Xiang Ba'al. A demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, Xiang takes responsibility over the soul of a little girl named Jezebel who was damned as a "Sinner" down in the Pride Ring after being murdered by a Soulmate who wasn't appropriate for her. Angered by this injustice, Xiang takes Jezebel under his wing, teaching her how to fight and use her mantis cutters as weapons, and they travel to the human world to dismantle the Soulmate system after seeing how it negatively affected Jezebel. Xiang is well-intentioned, however, he was also very forceful in his cause, removing soul marks from people regardless if they asked him to or not, if they wanted it or not. However, Xiang doesn't harm anyone (at least, those who are innocent), though isn't afraid to defend himself and Jezebel from both humans and angels alike. Xiang is a well-intentioned extremist, one who tries to minimize harm rather than cause it (and though he does take away people's choice in whether or not they want to meet their soulmate, or worse, have met their soulmate but thanks to him, can no longer feel their connection with their soulmate, Xiang only harms others if it's in self-defence; so a literal noble demon).

Tell me, which of your hero OCs is the most “evil,” and which of your villain OCs is the most “good?”

[ratpinkpunk]

Sketch concept that might become a fully rendered piece

(Also sorry quality is crap)

[millennium-queen]

🎃Trick or Treat!!👻

Any new spooky artwork in the making?

“A demon but you look so..” “cherubic? Yeah it’s funny that”

I don’t know how much this counts as a WIP seeing as it’s more of a spooky idea I doodle to myself on and off but Demon!Peeta lives in my brain forever

[capricioussun]

Found the old alt sketch and cleaned it up a little 💫

[soullessjack]

hi guys goodnight

[loafeebuns]

Miscellaneous wips / doodles GRAHH,, redoing the pose in the first pic!

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Six Sentences

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Music Monday for Life, Despair & Monsters, my Wings And Horn WIP and A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and WIP Wednesday & "Six Sentences" short for The Silver Chronicles. Listen and read under the cut below:

Life, Despair & Monsters is a series comprised of 21 WIPs, 15 of which the main antagonist, the Director of the Ruins of the Midnight Rise, Sir Enigma Malvolio, is the culprit for majority of the problems that occur in the WIPs. Malvolio forces both Wednesday and Enid to work under him when he takes them from their world, is behind Monika and the Literature Club's return but into reality (and therefore gain Haoyu's attention from the blip of Monika of their world's essence disappearing before reappearing), is the reason behind the Court King's return not once but twice in The Thorned Crown of Iron Thrones and Miraculous Miracles (the latter alerting Hatter), was the person who found Sonnie/Sonya damaged body and transferred her mind into the Apex to get combatant data off of her before abandoning her once she got free of his control, was involved in the production of Militech's Inviticus and Arasaka's Impulse (which garners Rico's involvement), allies with Frederick Rosemary and backs the man up in his plans to gain access to Playtime Co.'s factory from within his "Toybox", transformed Evie Jackson into Edith Bloodleech, 50% of the cause behind some of the oddities in each world within the Love Death + Robots universe, surgically implanted O.R.I.O.N as apart of Queen Guenevere, sent his Displacements to hunt down Sydney due to her "Shiner" properties, sends in Edith to take control of the vampire courts after Dracula's death, helped create Choo Choo Charles and had been destroying the towers inside the Worlds In-Between therefore creating breaches in other world and weakening realities. If there's one song I can attribute to Sir Enigma Malvolio and the Midnight Rise throughout Life, Despair & Monsters, it's Siamese's "The Wolf". Listen below:

"Each and every day hiding from the sunshine Wandering in the shade Not too old, not too young

Every night again Dancing with the moonlight Somewhere far away I can hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more

Ain't no fairy tale What I see in your eyes Awaiting your mistake Not too close, not too far

Sneaking in the pain Every truth becomes lie I won't trust myself Once I hear your call

I'm out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause you can run, but you can't hide I'm gonna make you mine

Out of my head Of my heart and my mind 'Cause I can feel how your flesh now Is crying out for more!"

In Wings And Horns, Cadet Azriel and Jezebel Ba'al are two sides of the same coins, much like their authoritative/father figures (Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al respectively); both are souls of girls who tragically died unfairly young due to factors outside of their control and end up in a sort of afterlife, both are ostracized by the communities they now inhabit (Azriel being an angel of death and Jezebel being a Sinner's Soul in the Sloth Ring), both have an adult they follow who acts as an authority/father figure that passes down important morals and are (opposing) extremists in regards to their methods and handlings of the Soulmate System (with Metatron doing everything in his power to preserve it while Xiang wants to destroy it all together while the New Gods decide whether to keep it or abolish it elsewhere), meanwhile both girls hold a more reasonable and far less extreme opinion on how to fix (Azriel) or repurpose (Jezebel) the failing Soulmate System that doesn't negatively impact every other human being. But most importantly, both girls just want to belong in their new lives; Azriel with the Angels of Death (in addition to Metatron) instead of going through with her planned reincarnation for 1,000 years of service and Jezebel with her adoptive demon father Xiang instead of destroying a system that no longer has a hold on her. Sadly, only one out of the two gets what they want at the end of the day.

"The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill Meet me where the snow mount flows It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again Skipping stones, braiding hair Last years antlers mark the trail

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back

I've a friend who lived out by the river's mouth He knows the fiddle's cry is an old sound A lonesome, oh, creaks and moans of empty houses Are songs like fallen rain Windblown buildings, muddy ground The strength of water, can sink a man

Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back Take us back, oh, take us back, oh, take us, take us back!"

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, Arcane Urias' quest for satiating his power hunger via putting Discord's heart back together with the use of his Occult, had caused the deaths of innocents and betrayals of those that should be his family, all witness by said family members; his brother Matthias Talos, and his son & daughter, Ortega "Ore" Brantley and Marissa "Ress" Bishop respectively, those of whom he's also discarded and harmed without remorse. This comes to bite him in the ass when his last child, Ress, finally confronts him for his pass misdeeds, motivated by the loss of her brother and the mission he (and their uncle, Talos) passed down onto her.

"Breaking hearts Who are you to do this? You live your life like you're the only one Who deserves to live You made us cry Made us miss our families You used our souls and took control but now Something's gotta give

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

The time is now for us to walk together And carry out the dreadful verdict That you brought upon your fate No hide and seek 'Cause the shadows give no shelter It's time to face the rage behind the mask That you yourself create

What goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round Goes around, comes around, 'round, 'round You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die

Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

"We are outcasts now, and you're the reason why we are We see you haunt more souls just like a scream in the night Our hearts are broken, lost, forever bound But at least we have each other now While you're alone against the wall 'Cause what goes around, yeah, comes around!"

"Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die You know what they say about dirty lies Yeah, that karma don't forget, then you die!"

Here's a WIP Wednesday for a new AU I decided to put Silva through. Amnesia!AU where Jacob's constant conditioning kind of fucks up Silva's already fucked up mind to the point where Eli's death (sorry Eli) is the last straw to break the camel's back; leading to her mind (in addition to something else) to just lock away a lot of Silva's significant memories. In doing so, Silva - or rather, Sylvester - becomes aware of something a bit beyond the physical existence:

Bleak.

Pain.

Floating.

If she could describe the sensation she was stuck in, she would have listed three words.

Cold.

Discomfort.

Drifting.

Those were the words, right? Everything was lost to her. Sound was empty, taste was dry, her voice mute.

...get...

She felt like she was missing pieces of herself. Like all sensation was beyond her reach.

...up...

"Only you..."

Except for the echo of a song. A song familiar to her. Too familiar to throw away. She tried looking for it, but her head was too heavy.

Get...

She recalled a faint hunger ripple in the bowels of her stomach; something clawing and tearing and painful. Too painful.

Once more, she tried to lift her head to the direction of the music, and though she could not see anything, she could tell where the song was coming from within the black abyss.

...Up.

The song was louder, and though her limbs felt detached from her body, she knew she was leaning up.

An invisible weight was opposing her, almost begging her to stop. To return to the uncomfortable and static seconds she was in.

She considered it... for the more she pushed herself up, the more certain she felt that whatever song was playing, it made her hunger worse, her throat dry and her head pound.

She faltered in her rise, slowly sinking back down. She didn't want to face it. Somewhere within her, she felt herself scream and plead to not get up. To not be hurt again.

But the quiet voice got louder, it's words harsh to hear, the force of it removing all choice for herself, pushing her to...

GET UP!

With a gasp and a hoarse fit of coughs, Silva awoke to the bleak ceiling light detached of all sorts of warmth, as fitting for a bunker.

Her chest heaved as her dry throat ached from a lack of hydration, her body too hot and the floor too cold. She covered her face from the brightness as she looked elsewhere, allowing her eyes to adjust.

She could hear commotion, but deduced it was occurring elsewhere.

Hissing, she felt every muscle in her body tense and sting. She was matted in sweat and grime, the latter a courtesy of the state of the bunker and however long she'd been out for. At least, she assumed it to be the case.

However, slowly rolling over, cringing at her shaking limbs, she struggled to rationalize exactly how her body managed to get to this exhaustive state.

Nor did she know where she was.

While pushing herself up, one of her gloved hands brushed against an object; a pistol, or some variation.

Retracting her hand from it, Silva got up with shaking limbs. Though her balance was off, so she pressed her standing body against the closest wall.

Her head felt like it was pounding, and her stomach growled and rumbled with a ferocity she felt earlier.

Looking down at herself, Silva noticed she was wearing a vest and a red flannel button up with a long sleeved shirt underneath it. She was also adorning dark grey jeans and combat boots.

She heard some commotion nearby; it sounded like a few people were shouting across in the other rooms, but there was something else that gave her pause.

Gunfire. Rapid gunfire. Not in the bunker, likely above. Outside.

Her eyes widened at the possibilities and probabilities. All she could deduce from each one? She was in danger.

And if she was in danger, then she needed to leave.

She looked down to her left, and saw a hallway filled with lockers and racks, with gunfire echoing and shouting echoing down the hall attached to the room's left.

An easy exit, although perhaps risky. Perhaps she could find a different, less dangerous one.

Backing away from the wall, she turned to the room to her right.

And froze.

It looked to be some kind of command room; a table full of maps, televisions showing screens of surveillance to the gunfight outside in what appeared to be a forest, and to be a small workshop for bows and a bed.

But that wasn't of any concern to Silva.

It was the body of a scruffy, bearded man dressed in dark green camouflage gear, splayed out on the cold floor with a unused bow and arrow in his hands, droplets of blood splattered at his feet and behind him.

Looking to his face, she could see the source of the blood came from a small hole in his forehead. She could figure out what snuffed out his life fairly quickly from that.

Much to her surprise, she wasn’t frightened by the body.

Cautiously, she stepped closer to him, wincing at the sight and the muscles in her legs flaring in pain.

She deduced he died recently, considering the blood hadn't dried. Looking him over, she glanced to the room's surveillance television and table full of maps.

Must have been a soldier, she thought to herself, taking in the bunker room's contents and the man's body, Hard to tell if he was an authority figure though.

He was unfamiliar to the soldiers she's previously encountered and seen; at the very least, not an enforcer. Closer to the Americano militar. Although from what she vividly recalled, they never used... bows and arrows.

She shook her head, strands of dark hair loosely falling to her forehead; the presence of such a weapon was hardly the most important factor here.

There was still the question of who killed him. And whether or not they were still in this bunker.

She stepped back away from the corpse, finishing her inspection. She needed to find an alternative way out; one that did not include going out into the sounds of gunfire above ground.

Perhaps there was another exit?

She hoped there would be. She was in no condition to fight, and sneaking her way out was the most plausible method.

Silva turned her direction to the door to the corpse's left. Stepping around the body, she took a glance through the window.

What she saw on the other side was the bleak sight of a room with a still body with a bloodied rag over their face, tied to a chair in a kiddie pool with voltage cables connecting the person's exposed hands and feet.

She hesitated upon reaching for the handle, the sight sickening. A brutal display of torture that nagged at her foggy mind with an eerie familiarity, but not something she could delve into now. She needed to get out.

However, the sound of rushing footsteps caught her attention, coming from somewhere nearby the torture chamber, and closing in fast.

Leave.

Silva, knowing if she was found she'd be good as dead, swiftly backed away from the door. With a pathway compromised and her being in no state of fighting, she knew there was only one viable way for her to go.

Taking in some breaths, knowing she'd likely have to sneak and even run into an opposing crossfire, with haste Silva began walking towards the hall opposite to where she discovered the corpse.

Her boot kicked against the pistol that laid prone from where she awoke from.

Gazing upon it momentarily, she picked it off the floor and headed the adjacent room.

Once around the corner in what she assumed to be a room full of stocked up rations and supplies, she stared ahead to the open bunker door that daylight shined through, though the sound of gunfire and some kind of music didn't boost any confidence in Silva's decision.

Resting against the closest wall, checked out the pistol in her hands, unloading the mag to reveal there were still bullets in the chamber, sans two.

Grimacing at what little defense she had on her person, she put the mag back in the pistol and rested her heavy head against the cool bunker wall.

She wasn't given long to rest when she heard the reverberating bang of a door being swung open, and the accompanying shouts of distress and anguish from whomever discovered the corpse. Aliadas of the dead man, she assumed.

She'd feel pity if she hadn't seen the corpse they'd shocked to death in the next room over. And she wasn't looking forward to be next in that chair.

Move.

Compelled to make a swift move, Silva made her way towards the staircase to whatever war was going on outside. She paused briefly when she almost passed a box of rations.

She quickly snagged a can before making her way up into the daylight with her pistol at the ready.

Lastly a six "sentences" short of my Omegaverse AU where Silva is involuntarily giving romantic advice to Hudson at the Spread Eagle... to the best of her ability. Enjoy this stupid little interaction I concocted:

Joey continued, either not dissuaded or sharply missed her intended meaning entirely, "I thought I would start with buying her drink."

Silva cocked a dark brow up at her amiga, "Alright. But where would you two be getting the drink from?"

A beat of silence, before Joey replied, gesturing outside their booth, "Well, here."

"So your plan is to buy our barkeeper a drink at her own establishment?" Silva asked, bemused at the omega's thought process. Is that even allowed?

Regardless of the socially acceptability of such aspects, Silva was fairly certain that Joey's rational thinking was compromised by the drink in her hand. So, she instead offered an alternative solution.

"While I think you are on the right track, I feel you should consider actually talking to her first," Silva said, pressing her hands together, emphasizing on the talking aspect with such importance as she had done for the previous half an hour, "And lead up to asking her out. Or just ask her out."

"It can't be that simple," Joey stated, brushing her braid back behind her shoulder, "Not for someone so great and level-headed as her. Are you sure you don't have any other method?"

"Not since you shot down my last one," Silva stated, taking a swig of her glass as she remembered halfheartedly offering to go up to Mary May and asking the brunette if she 'was into cops?' before she'd direct the alpha's attention over to Joey.

Joey wasn't the most amused about her suggestion, but Silva saw it as a small vengeance for asking for her help while they were in vicinity of the very woman Joey wanted to woo.

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Today I have been working on a sketch of Decibella, who was my Demon of Modern Music. She has ties to Mantis and they often work together. She's honestly getting such a glow up since I last drew her back in 2019. I think most of her old design was still okay, but I wanted to tweak a couple of things to look more cohesive.

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princess twilight and noodle

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WIP Whenever

Another unprompted and untagged WIP WednesdayWhenever. Very uninspired recently so I decided hey, maybe I can redo something REALLY old, like this thing of Gale and Claire from 2009.

God, fifteen fucking years, oof. I can see issues with my proportions today, but I have DEFINITELY improved by leaps and bounds. God they were bobble-heads in that old one, and that was not the goal.

I don't think I talk about Claire a lot. She's a succubus and sort of adopted them as a sibling, much in the same way an extrovert will adopt an introvert. I also dragged her into FHR as the puppet o3o;; Other than that, she doesn't really get the attention she deserves as such a long-extant child of mine, sadly v_v

God those proportions were horrendous, though

Since I wasn't tagged I'm not trading anyone, but if anyone was wanting an excuse, feel free to say I tagged you o3o

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Early sketches for a concept I plan to play around with