#zaheela

[zaheela]

A quick doodle to destress...

You know if a carbuncle was around it would the moment you look away...

[tiergan-vashir]

I've been wondering, how would he react to his house leaning or sinking, considering how close he is to water.

Probably have an extreme heart attack and do every single possible thing in his power to save it.  In Character, Tiergan’s way too poor to afford an actual house, so the narrative behind it is that it was a gift-house to him by Iriel Bell.  

He would do ridiculous things to make sure his brother’s gift remains in tact, because he couldn’t comprehend how he’d explain to Bell what happened to it otherwise.

[empressarcana]

zaheela replied to your post “Okay, I need to cook for fam, but I want to answer stuff in my inbox....”

When in doubt? Ham sandwiches!! (Think ash could make that?)

Oh man, I highly doubt he would be able to do that. I mean, if he couldn’t make a salad without causing some sort of catastrophe, ham sandwiches are out of the question.

I can just imagine, Ash trying to convince Isabella, he got this. He can totally make ham sandwiches for them. It’s OKAY. 

The moment he reaches for the bread he slips, bread loaf falls, and he accidentally turns on the stove. He internally panics and is like no big, just gotta turn it off. First, lemme reach for the bread. Ash picks up the bread loaf from the floor but gets distracted with a receipt that was there too. During the time he is picking up the receipt, he starts to smell something cooking. Honestly, what could it be?

Isabella walks back into the kitchen and Ash’s hair is on fire. 

“ASH, YOUR HAIR IS ON FIRE!” 

“My hair is what—AHHHH!!”

Cue Isabella reaching for the fire extinguisher and the shenanigans continue. So, no, ham sandwiches would only cause Ash to set his hair on fire. :D

[darksaiyangoku]

I’d have a Grimm based on Vampires. Their names would either be Bathories, Tepes, or Stokers.

What would be a Grimm you guys would want to see in RWBY, or do you have a fanmade Grimm of your own that you would want to send to CRWBY and see what they do with it.

@thehtg-therealone

@tanakaclinkbeard

@razorblade180

@carnageknight92

@alansparkshark

@edenszerofan33

@arc-carnage

@ira-smiling

@darksaiyangoku

@zaheela

I have too many to list so I might make a different post or reblog this one after I see all of your guys reblogs/comments in this post

[tonberryslantern]

Avail: Spahro Llorn

“Avail!”

“No.”

“Avaaail!”

“No.”

Spahro leapt up onto Rhea’s desk, almost kicking over a pile of paperwork and spread her hands, “Avaaaail!”

“Absolutely not.”  The two were night and day.  Spahro was ashen skinned, black haired, black eyed and loud.  Rhea was pale skinned, white haired and rather annoyed.  She put a hand on her papers and carefully moved the book she was writing in away from Spahro’s feet.

Spahro looked down at her and pouted, “Why not?  It’s a great name.”

“A name is not a company,” Rhea said.  She wanted to adjust her glasses to better see Spahro, but her hands were busy defending against her.  “You have to actually do something.”

The black cat squatted on the desk, her ears going flat.  “You and I both know that’s not true.  There are a ton of companies that don’t do anything at all.”

“Those are called holding companies,” Rhea said, sighing.  “And they hold assets.  You don’t have any assets to hold.”  Spahro’s eyes began to sparkle in that mischievous way and Rhea sighed.  “I am not giving you any assets.”

“Awwww...”

“I still haven’t gotten a return on investment from that play,” Rhea said.  Not that she’d ever expected one, but the least Spahro could have done was actually put it on.  Instead she’d written one scene, gotten bored and just promoted it and run off with the cash.  And burned down a critic’s house for publicity.

“But with a name like Avail people will be just begging to invest in it.  Think about it!”

“I am thinking about it and if I’m associated with it then it’ll look very bad for me.  You realize that, don’t you?”  Rhea honestly wasn’t entirely sure that Spahro did realize that.  The woman wasn’t exactly a fount of forethought or concern for consequences.

“What about a free company,” Spahro said, suddenly musing.  By now she was sitting cross legged on top of the desk, a finger to her lips.  “Avail, FC.”

“You need adventurers for that.”

“I know adventurers!  I know tons of adventurers.”

“And none of them trust you,” Rhea said, resting her hands on Spahro’s knees.  Maybe just to hold her down.  “Plenty like you, but none of them trust you.”

Spahro leaned down nose to nose with Rhea, “You like me.”

“I do.”

“You trust me.”

“........”

And then Spahro pounced.  Rhea had been expecting it and rolled with the motion, catching Spahro and holding her as the chair tipped and they both hit the ground.  Spahro was grinning in a way that showed so very many of her teeth.  “Wanna make out?”

“I have work.”

“Later.”

Rhea sighed, to no avail.

This time I stole @zaheela for some fun fluff!  HEARTS AND KISSES!

[lil-red-reaper]

Siren

Lancaster Week Day 1

Prompt: Fairytale (or myth)

Inspired by Zaheela’s Drawing

I haven’t written for a long while but I thought I’d try writing a little something for Lancaster week to get some practice again. Hope you enjoy this short little drabble that was 100% inspired by Zaheela’s amazing drawing.

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Cold.

She was so cold.

It was all around her, drawing her closer to the darkness as the weight on her ankles sunk her lower and lower.

They had decided she was the perfect bait for the creature and so they had forcefully thrown her in, but it seemed it was not going to come and she was going to be condemned to this cold, dark fate. Never to be found again.

She could feel herself fading as it filled her. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

And then something seemed to chase the darkness away. A golden yellow light took its place and suddenly she could feel it.

Warmth.

Comforting, soothing.

It enveloped her and she wondered if this was what the end was like.

It seemed to last forever before she felt her surroundings had changed.

She was no longer sinking. Her back was against something coarse.

The silence that had been present before was gone, replaced by sounds that she found familiar.

The lapping of waves, and the calls of birds.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open to be greeted by the sight of the cloudy blue sky.

“I’m alive.”

Sitting up, she began to take in her close surroundings.

She was no longer in the depths of the sea but on the shore of the beach, the waves lapping close to her bare feet which no longer had the ball and chain clamped around her ankles.

The confusion she felt was soon replaced with alertness as something moved in her peripheral vision.

Turning her head to the right, she looked over at the large rocks that were against the shoreline and spotted a figure peeping out from behind one of them.

She froze when she realized the figure looking at her was not human.

While humanoid and male in appearance, the figure’s forearms had what appeared to be fins ending by his elbows and they, along with his torso, had golden yellow scales which matched the colour of the messy hair on the top of his head. His ears were extremely long and pointed and his eyes...

They were a piercing azure blue surrounded by black sclera and they watched her with curiosity.

She slowly started to try and get onto her feet so she could approach but as soon as she did he dove into the water, allowing her to see he had no legs but a yellow tail with several fins attached.

Standing there in stunned silence she watched as he disappeared from view.

He was what they had been using her as bait for.

He was a siren...and he had saved her life.

The question was:

Why?

[heyafinney]

My turn? (Refer to my other posts I suppose for an idea? Granted mostly cause I want to see what you think would happen with a grumpy cat)

(Oh no here we go aha xD )Finn Hogvaert &  Rhea Zaheela join your party!

Starting line - “Hello there. How are we all doing today…?“ Assisting Rhea - “Upsie daisy–I mean, you’re alright, there you go.” Being assisted - “Ah I’m sorry about that, I was slightly resigned to my fate there.” Rhea KO’d - *gulps* “No that can’t be good…” Being revived by Rhea - “I–oh, thank you.” / “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again..!” *murmuring* “probably…”Rhea using LB - *Quietly clapping at the side* Victory - “We’ve relied on you a lot today, thank you for your patience.” / “Oh a..a bill? Haha, I don’t suppose you accept fish and fruits as payment perhaps?”

(He’ll always have a slightly cautious greeting depending on who he’s with, especially if they’re the serious type but that won’t stop him from saying something idiotic)

Send me “My turn!” for dialogue my muse would have while in a party with yours.

[wonderwoman6199]

After reading this comic https://zaheela.tumblr.com/post/186928182551/was-getting-frustrated-with-my-actual-project-so by @zaheela I knew I had to draw Marinette’s outfit, IT’S JUST TOO CUTE!!!! Design isn’t mine, I just chose the colors.

[good-rwbyaus]

Hey mod Green, you’re a monster lover. Do Lamia Ruby.

Luckily for us, I have pictures of Ruby as a Jormungand, drawn by @zaheela ~ Green

Ruby: *yawns waking up* Ah that was a good sleep, right Jaune?

Jaune: *currently being squeezed by her tail* Y-Yeah, the best. I’m Ruby can I get up now?

Ruby: Hmmm *checks the alarm* Nope we still got 30 more minutes, and you still owe me.

Jaune: I said I was sorry.

Ruby: You spilt a milkshake on my tail. Not only was my tail sticky but cold, and I hate cold so let me have my snugs buster. *sticks out her tongue*

[miraculously-quality-content]

Octodad Felix

I said he would get his own post, didn't I?

He's not an Agreste.

His personality is about how the fandom agrees it is. Standoffish, seems cold, but really just likes keeping to himself.

Lives the philosophy "start no shit, but take no shit".

He's into designing fashion, like in @zaheela's fashion!AU.

Lucifer and Asuna are his Uncle and Aunt.

He wants to be homeschooled, but his parents decided that he needs to get out and make friends, especially when it's revealed that built up negative emotions make worse akumas.

So, they sign him up for Uncle Lucifer's class, as they're also not super confident that any other teacher would know how to work with him.

He ends up in Lucifer's class around the same point Kagami does.

At first, no one really tries getting close to him, except Adrien.

Adrien tries because one, he wants as many friends as possible. And two, Felix's actually pretty close to Lucifer, so he can't be unreachable if he can get close.

Felix actually went to Adrien to try to see if a fashion icon's son could help him with his designs.

But when Adrien wasn't able to give any good criticism out of him, he asked if there was anyone in the class that could help, to which Adrien mentions Marinette.

Felix: I'm sorry, but are you the one that designed the hat that Gabriel Agreste choose to put in one of his shows?

Marinette: uh, yeah! That's me, why do you ask?

Felix: *gets out a sketch book* I was hoping I could get a second opinion on this from someone who knows how to design.

After that, Felix and Marinette start hanging out a lot because it's a first for both of them to have a friend that shares the same life goal.

@chatnoirismycinnamonroll @frostymoon11 @fantasyfandommaiden @sparklyaxolotlstudent (if you want to be tagged for all thing Octodad, just ask!)

[zaheela]

Normally I don’t repost images made for reblog responses, but come on. There’s a good chance that some carbuncles aren’t that smart and know when to give it up.

Inspired by the tags from @mathemagiks ‘s tag mentioning the topaz carbuncle

[cliodhnaeoghan]

NPC Trust

Selection:

Pre-ShB: Are you sure you want to do this?

Post-ShB: Let's hurry, I need to get back to the hangar.

Job: Monk

Weapons: Fists/Nails

AI Behavior:

Being a heavy hitter, Cliodhna will near instantly rush a target after the tank has thrown an attack using her shoulder to slam into them. If the tank is a PC and slow to pull, She'll rush ahead and pull herself, usually casting second wind with bloodbath or mantra to lessen damage until PC regains arggo control. In the instance the NPC tank dies and arggo shifts to herself, Cliodhna will change into Fists of Earth and try to maintain arggo control until the tank is on their feet again. In normal circumstances (tank pulls quickly/maintains control) Clio is a fairly heavy hitter, with the ability to keep greased lightening active; she's still a bit reserved on using her bigger ogcd attacks on trash unless paired with a slower dps to help move the fight along. In boss battles however, once that third stack is lit; expect to see them with little hesitation. During active brotherhood, she'll try to cram as much damage as she can, usually causing her to take damage if there's a misjudge of a aoe or cleve from the boss. In instances a healer is being attacked (NPC or PC) regardless of current situation, she'll rush that target instead and try to kill or lead it back to the current tank to regain control. In instances of room wide damage, She'll use mantra, moving if needed to either spread the buff to tank or other party member with a large chunk of damage.

LImit break usage is touchy, she waits till its at 30% before using unless instances where the bar will be refilled early for a chance at another limit break. This also hinges on the other dps, if the other dps is a caster or ranged, she'll attempt to use it before them, if its another melee; Clio sometimes waits till the boss is 15%  before executing it. Also, as mentioned during burst damage, if casting the limit break is ill-timed, rather than interrupting to avoid, she'll eat the damage to finish the cast.

Battle Lines:

Combat start

This shouldn't take long. -Variation 1

Tch, for coin and country... -Variation 2 (Rare)

Crit attack:

*Laughter* -Variation 1

Oh good, I needed someone to try this on! -Variation 2

Victory:

They should have known better.

Idle:

Will roll her neck and shoulders, adjusting her sunglasses after.

Limit Break:

I've 'bout had enough of this... -LB1 (Braver)

Time to call it  -LB2 (Battledance)

Any last words before I knock your ass out? -LB3 (Forbidden Heaven)

Health drops below 50%: Tch, now I'm pissed

Player HP drops below 50%: If you wanna die, do it on your own time!

KO'd: Guess I was a tad too slow.... -Variation 1 No, Erik will...be Sad... -Variation 2 (rare)

Revived: Did I imagine that? -Variation 1 This hurts worse than dying -Variation 2 (rare)

Bonus:

If Erik Mynhier accompanies as tank, normal text will randomly replace with the following;

Combat start: Hold him for me, darlin!

Crit attack: We got you now

Victory: Let's go home

KO: Suggoku gomen ne

Erik's Health drops below 50%:

Are you tryin to kill yourself?!

Erik Dies:

*Screams* - Variation 1 Don't leave me! - Variation 2 (rare)

Erik revives: Don't scare me like that! - Variation 1 Do that again an I'll make you regret it - Variation 2 (rare)

Idle:

Clio will emote dote towards Erik after five minutes of inactivity.

2nd Bonus:

In cases of exploring areas such as any Castrum, Clio will rush ahead to activate keypad barriers without the need of a passcode key to drop first. Shoulder tackle will also be noticeably delayed during pulls compared to other dungeons.

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Trust template here <3

Tagged by: @zaheela

Tagging: @eriks-journal @sylastair @nataruhirano @jancisstuff @baenling @little-purple-thundercloud and anyone else that wants to :3

[empressarcana]

Hmmm... Inspire me

Hey @zaheela ! 

Ah, I’m sorry I took awhile to reply but I wanted to make sure I was in the proper state of mind. ♥

There is an abundance of possible activities in the air, from the production of a project to collaborating and bringing new friends into your life. This is a time to welcome work that fills the soul, in a way. Definitely consider the things that can or do make life more delicious or fruitful for you. Those moments where everything is silent and in harmony (rare as they may be) with your mind and body, allow yourself to enjoy it.

Hope you have a wonderful day, friend! ♥

Please refer to this post if you’re interested in sending a message. ♥

[laserdog10]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!

I can’t even begin to tell you guys how crazy of a ride it’s been, but hey, we got through it didn’t we?!

I just wanna say I’m glad to have met all you wonderful people on this hellsite, and for making the experience so much less hellish.

@edenszerofan33 @carlottastudios @darksaiyangoku @thehtg-therealone @tanakaclinkbeard @carnageknight92 @razorblade180 @alansparkshark @arc-carnage @ira-smiling @outcasts-redeemer @lancaster-romantic-world @lancaster-4-life @zerolympiustrife @zaheela @gorillageek27 @kingk1783 @bssaz97 @canonseeker @owletarc

To the New Year, a new decade, and new experiences together!

A TOAST TO 2020!!!

[ayafoxheart]

Valkyrie: The Model Success

(Writing a couple of posts on the background of Aya’s set of Magitek wings, which will be involved in some more adventure soon!

Thank you to @zaheela for the use of her Workshop both ICly, and for RP!)

Aya felt the wind rushing by her body, blowing her long blonde locks. The air taste of salt, as it did in most of La Noscea.  She had come to this cliff before, drawn by the view of the land below and the blue, white-capped sea in the distance.  Here she had felt the wind bellow with its force of air as it pushed along the surface of Hydaelen from one end to the next. 

She had always loved heights. From those childhood days in Limsa Lominsa, when, as a refugee, she had stared down at the sea from the ivory white towers that stood strong against the tide. To her youth in the Tower City of Ishgard - where she climbed the heights of spiraling towers she had no right to enter, ever praying for a view of the distant tree tops of the Black Shroud somewhere over the horizon. There in the winds, howling with malevolent force, or braying with winter's harshness she could find a taste of that one thing she longed for, that one thing which the wind seemed to speak of from deep within her: freedom.

Freedom. She had long ago escaped the frozen clutches of Ishgard. But, other bonds proved more challenging.  Now it was the bonds of the very earth itself that she longed to escape.  She enjoyed the scene a moment longer before readying the purpose of her trip. She turned around, sheltering the small toy-like device from the wind as she carefully inspected every detail of its construction. It was a test-scale model. A proof of concept, and test bed for her theories and designs. More than that, it was just a lot of fun.

Made primarily of wood and metal, its main distinguishing feature were two wing-like appendages protruding from the spine of its cigar-like main body.  These wings were attached to the body by articulated shoulder joints, and contained several more points of articulation along their own lengths. At regular intervals small sky-blue crystals glimmered from custom made mounts which could aim their wind-like projections of aetheric air. Their purpose would soon be apparent. The whole device was linked together by two internal network arrays: one carried cereleum derived energy to the crystals and actuators, the other connected a small set of basic sensors to the energy gates and every point of powered articulation. The first array conducted power, the second limited and directed that power in accord with its custom programming.

This second array, the control system, had proven the most difficult challenge she had so far encountered so far. It was what she was hear to test, after she had found it seriously necessary....

Several Weeks Before:

Everyone in Rhea Zaheela's Workshop had become familiar with the Ishgardian blonde by now - though it was not always a happy familiarity. Keeping mostly to tight-fitting shorts and crop-tops she had made quite the scene at her first appearance after being given a corner of her own in which to work. There she had busied herself with drawings and plans, and the occasional building of small wooden models made with the shop's tools.

Slowly she had begun to gather a growing collection of tools, some of rather sophisticated and unknown purpose, and an expanding assembly of unusual components, much of which was of unknown origin.  The boss had made more than a few bits of Garlean tech and publication available to her friend, and these contributed significantly to her collections. All were surprisingly well and methodically organized, despite her apparent inattentiveness in the eyes of the professional technicians.

It would not be the first time she had drawn their unwanted attention: but the entire shop was jolted to attention as her small bird-like device came to life with a loud buzz. A gust of aetheric wind erupted from the wings upon its back with unexpected force, sending all loose paper in the shop flying. While Aya cheered in excitement as her model came to life, the others quickly tried to grab their blueprints and designs before they were blown completely out of their reach. Her cheering became a sudden alarmed shout, "LOOK OUT!" that sent everyone diving for cover as the model flier pushed itself into an erratic flight path of increasing speed as it buzzed around the workshop in all directions, narrowly avoiding collisions with cabinets, technicians, and one of the company airship's in the hangar for maintenance.  Aya joined the others, quickly ducking beneath her sturdy work bench, before turning wide-eyed wonder to watch her invention flying far more energetically than she had dreamed possible.  

The excitement was brought to a sudden end when the model slammed directly into a wall with a crash that was more of a heavy thump. While the techs gathered their things, and glared daggers at the amateur in their midst, she hurried to the site of the crash. She quickly inspected the damage. finding that her test model had embedded itself through a layer of basic plaster and lathe before flattening itself against some form of absolutely solid, reinforced metal.  "That is some wall..." Aya touched her fingers to her chin, "I should really ask Rhea about that..."  The model wouldn't fly again, but a second version would not be far behind.

Somewhere in the office above could be heard a loud groan. "That had better not be another support beam..."

Back at the Cliff:

The small bird-like device hummed to life. The crystals beamed with glimmers of power as the wing-like appendages flexed and adjusted to the sudden change in orientation.  Buffeted by the sea breeze, the whole device whipped in the air for a moment before carefully controlled gusts of counter-wind allowed it to right itself.  As if it were a bird finding its bearings, the device's wings adjusted until the whole shape kept mostly steady and began to rise.

From below Aya watched in growing excitement. Her fingers clinched into fists of anticipation as she watched the unfolding test, with every natural inclination to shout and cheer suppressed by the knowledge that failure was possible at any second.

The rebuilt test model buzzed and hummed as it struggled against the wind. The revamped control mechanism had worked well in the workshop, but now it struggled to keep the flier in a perilous hover. Given the conditions, this was a thrilling result. She counted down the final seconds on her pocket chronometer: 3... 2... 1... on queue the device began a slow descent, lowering itself in controlled fashion toward the ground. It tilted this-way-and-that as it tried to maintain stability in the unpredictable turbulence in which it flew. Gently falling, fulm by fulm, its flight ended in the palm of its delighted inventor.

No sooner had its flight ended, than she leaped in the air with joy. Loud and energetic shouts of cheer rang out from the heights of the cliffs, and through the woods down its back slope. It would be a short celebration, before she got to to work on the next, grander, phase of the project...

It was just one more step - one more step toward of a dreamer toward a dream.

[arcpaladin-jaune]

Thank you @zaheela for making me some react icons for werewolf Jaune. Seriously I can’t thank you enough because you’re amazing! Not the change in eye color is a good indicator of this werewolf boy’s mood.