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steelsartcorner · 9 months
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Horizon Forbidden West OC Hours: Tekka, Outcast Band Leader
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An angle on Tekka’s full outfit design. True to the mixture of their makeshift band of outcasts from Oseram, Tenakth, and Utaru, Tekka’s clothing and paint reflect the style and contributions of the different cultures.
Their leg device on their atrophied left leg is Oseram made, part leather, part machine salvage, and part forged pieces. Jorfa, the band’s forgewoman and former delver, crafted it to support Tekka’s ability to walk after their spinal injury.
Tekka also wears armor of Utaru make, along with Utaru leg wraps to prevent chafing against the parts of their leg device. They have kept the sky clan paint colors of their originating tribe and the punched fabric skirting in the style of Tenakth leaders. They have also added Utaru petal styles to their body and face paint.
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kevkandyland · 2 years
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someone reblogged a lot (if not all..) of my wiggle drawings and made comments on her design and it gave me. So. Much. Motivation to explain why I draw her this way. Thank you GOSH I haven’t drawn her in weeks. Below the cuts are my design notes.
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First off, the strap I always put right below/on her chest area. This is for her banjo! It has some velcro on the back that the banjo strap attaches to. She keeps it on because she thinks it’s “stylish.”
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And the little bracelets! Gramble made her these, they’re made of yarn. She finds them very Important and almost never takes them off. They’re also very soft.
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And finally— Yes! You heard me right, an engagement ring.. you can probably guess who it’s from. (I’m a devoted wigglefunny grump. They’re precious.) sometimes she paints on it, but she almost never takes it off unless she’s doing something messy. It has G + W engraved on it! (Yknow, like the heart teens carve into trees.)
And now— some backstory stuff.
I Headcanon wiggle has gone through a lot of careers— most specifically before music, it was acting. She was usually a stunt double for others! Her father also dabbled in this career- despite her mothers distaste of it. Nothing unusual happened, but due to wiggle’s heightened pain tolerance sometimes she wouldn’t notice certain bruises.. there was one event that shook her from this job completely, she missed a jump on set once. She broke a few bones, but was told she was lucky she hadn’t broken her back. She stopped working for the company after that.
..she’s also a fan of the silentgrump games.
I’ll probably do a separate post for her family.
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vladdyissues · 6 months
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The great thing about canon giving you only vague details about a character is the fact that you can take that character to the Build-A-Blorbo workshop and stuff them with whatever headcanons your little heart desires.
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stil-lindigo · 9 months
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ashes to ashes.
a short comic about the day Ash was born.
Ash's story
Red and Wolf's story
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lyoneve · 1 year
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The new crew member on Hornigold’s ship gets real flirty when he drinks and Izzy has finally stopped pretending to be annoyed by it
Young!edizzy anyone? 👀
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little-pondhead · 1 year
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I forgot about this.
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The whole reasoning behind the Supervillain Danny AU sketches was that his villain persona was the complete opposite of his normal, sane self and hero persona. Danny plays into the Fenton name really hard, and ramps up the “mad scientist” bit, taking inspiration from both his normal civilian life and his parents, thus using just his last name as a villain.
And then I wanted to add what Sam and Tucker might look like if they joined in on his shenanigans. To keep with the “opposite of their normal life” bit, let’s throw in some ghostly artifacts that help the two keep up with Fenton’s madness.
Sam would get an angel’s halo that helps her form ghostly wings, and she’d play into the good-two shoes angelic look, and then she opens her mouth and verbally assaults you. She pins her bangs back and wears clothes that better fit a celestial aesthetic and uses all the etiquette training her parents taught her. Manson looks like some sort of regal angel and people expect her to be the nicest out of all of them. She’s not. Manson is the sneakiest and most bloodthirsty one, and heroes regularly wonder if she has actually committed murder or not.
Tucker takes inspiration from his time as a pharaoh. He has a metal postiche that enhances his physical ability. (Maybe it gives him dreadlocks too, but I like to think Tucker is just wearing a whole ass wig.) He wears a strange mix of street wear and his pharaoh outfit, and throws his tech-obsessed self out the window. Fenton is the nerdy one here, so now Foley is the muscle. Foley plays up meathead American bully stereotype hard. He delights in throwing hands, and hunts down supers just for the sake of a fun spar. (For him not for the supers.) Foley’s favorite people to fight so far is Killer Croc and Superman. Heroes are concerned about what would happen if Foley fought for real, but then they saw what he did to the Joker “as a joke” and decided not to ask any more questions.
Basically, the trio looked at their civilian lives and picked out what they considered “villainous traits” from the people around them that they then played into as villains themselves. If that makes sense. Sam hates how her parents want a perfect child, so she makes herself look like one. She speaks in backhanded comments and has a snooty attitude, which she learned from other rich people. Tucker is constantly confronted by bullies everyday, and all the rogues that come to Amity are always fighting, so that’s what he decides to mimic. Yeah, he now gets to be the big and strong protector of the group, but all his experience with fighting have been bad ones, and that reflects in his style. And finally, Danny. Why does he take after his parents and play into the family name? Because the Fentons are one of the biggest obstacles and source of anxiety in his life. Danny associates mad scientists to pain and other bad things, so even if all he’s being helpful in a really annoying way as a villain, his parents and the threat of the GIW still influence how he presents himself. Because to Danny, those two things are far more scary than a kid with a pirate ship or a man wearing a bat fursuit.
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4me2knowandyou2wonder · 9 months
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A thought popped into my head and now you all have to suffer with me <3
What if, Ghost is a bad kisser. I doubt he’s had much opportunity to practice. From a home where all his energy was focused on staying safe, straight into the military where he wasn’t interested in pursuing anyone. By the time he has his real first kiss it’s late in life, and a big bulky guy like that? You just know the kiss was stiff and stilted. I bet his first kiss out right tells him it was awful.
So Ghost doesn’t know how to kiss.
When he and Johnny finally get together the confession happens though a mask. Soap, being respectful, kisses him through the mask. And for about a week that’s how they share all their kisses.
Soap thinks it’s just a boundary for Ghost. Ghost really wants to kiss Soap normally and not through the mask but knows he’s a terrible kisser and doesn’t want to scare Johnny off.
When the truth does finally come out Soap all but cackles. ‘You mean I get to teach you how to kiss?’ ‘I only see this as a golden opportunity, L.T.’
Later
‘Oh, yeah, we’re going to have to practice (pregnant pause) a lot.’ (Waggles eyebrows)
Not sure if Ghost ever gets better at kissing, being a terrible kisser might just be set into his bones by now. but Soap doesn’t seem to mind at least.
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karimationkat · 5 months
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Never Apologised Before
A little post-episode 30 headcanon
Read right to left ⬅️
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warriordragonart · 1 month
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My interpretation of the Dancer while she was still human. Her hair is inspired by a mixture of Renaissance Italian and ballroom hairstyles and my headcanon for her name is Gwynneth!
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sophfandoms53 · 1 year
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They are everything to me, you don’t understand
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beastwhimsy · 6 months
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I'm completely enamored with this wizard who is in like 5 episodes total and gets barely any lines and I have found THREE other artists who have ever drawn fanart of him. anyway I have decided that I will rectify this injustice by getting even more unwell about them. here he is I love you life giving magus
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they're the kind of wizard to say "wonderful!! ^_^ 🌼🌷💞" and "HOT DOG!!!!!!!!‼️💥🤯" in the same 10 seconds <- he has done this canonically
ID in alt, please consider reblogging thank you I love you
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they're so silly I love you gnc wizard teacher who enjoys road trips and making yummy treats with their friends
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I'm talking like.... chaste kisses and handholding for like 6 months or smth. Cuddling gradually gets thrown in the mix but like... idk trust takes time. Like the relationship is progressing at the pace of couple of middle schoolers.
And like theres a heart to heart about what ur cool with, what Simon's cool with.... if one of you is uncomfortable for any reason or just straight up don't want physical contact u guys don't find it rude to full out say "hey don't touch me rn." "I love ya but I don't want a hug" "I need personal space"
THAT SAID SOMETIMES YOU GUYS ARE STUCK TO EACHOTHER LIKE BARNACLEs
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FUCK IT. I'M DOING IT.
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Slow.
Not in a torturous way, no.
It's a peaceful kind of slow.
Because you're sort of like him, aren't you? You don't want to be touched blindly and constantly.
You don't need to.
So it's slow.
Sitting on the couch with a gap between you.
A gap that gets smaller and smaller.
You see it happening.
Like a stray cat who inches ever closer to the human that feeds it on the street every day.
Slow progress. One inch at a time.
That's Simon Riley for you.
One day your knees brush together. His doing.
The next, slowly, his whole leg presses against yours.
Then his shoulder and arm.
The skin where his glove doesn't quite meet his sleeve, exposed, rubs against yours on accident one time. It was warm, sent a tingle down his spine.
He sets his hand on yours, open palm against yours, fingers pressing on yours, not intertwined, just touching, wrists rubbing together, seeking a friction he never quite knew he wanted to feel.
Then his fingers lock onto yours.
From then, he begins carefully bringing your hand up with his, fingers tangled resting on his knee, his arm laced with yours.
He very carefully holds your hand in public, making sure you don't get lost. Fidgets with your fingers when he's bored. Takes it with progressively more confidence.
Then, he starts putting his head on you, tentatively so, causing you to freeze every time he does it, regarding him from the corner of your eye like he might get spooked and go away if you move.
He sets it on the crown of your head the first time, then, on your shoulder, always looking away, feigning disinterest, his thumb, meanwhile, rubbing your knuckles and palm and back.
Then he sets it down on your chest one time, very tentatively so. It's Simon's favorite spot, you've come to notice. Hearing your heartbeat, your breathing, feeling it rise and fall.
Then, he's on your lap. A head setting there as he watches TV, trying to act like he's not vibrating inside, with both anxiety and pleasure.
He takes your hand one day and sets it on his head. You leave it be, simply holding him there, as dead weight...
Until he starts softly rubbing against it, seeking your fingers, your palm. Then, you start caressing his hair. You do it anytime now.
His own hands seek you out very gingerly. He holds your waist, or your hips, or your wrists more often than not, like it's fragile material, that might break under him.
He resumes his little head exploration. Mostly setting his temple against yours, his forehead on yours, his nose on yours. He closes his eyes for those, not quite wanting to see...
Simon nuzzles his large nose against your cheek one time, very gently so, and your lips rub together, and he presses in, like he's fearfully stepping into a minefield.
It feels warm, and nice, your lips are soft and give under his, never pushing back too hard, letting him set the pace.
You start kissing all the time from then on, his hands carefully holding some part of you, chaste kisses, and nuzzling into you like a cat trying to leave his scent.
It's not like he doesn't know what he's doing, before everything, Simon had had his fair share of 'escapades'... But it's all different now. So much different.
The first time his lips part and carefully swipe at your bottom lip, it surprises you. Months worth of chaste kisses suddenly cut off by a new advancement. He liked the sound you made. So he started doing that more often.
His tongue would swipe at your lips, until slowly it breached them, poking inside to find yours and, and, with a sigh that sounded like a weight off his shoulders, rubbing them together softly.
Then that turned into more confident touches, fingers digging in, into your body, waist, hip, thighs, arms..., and guiding your hands to places he trusted you to touch and knead at. His shoulders, his biceps, his hip.
Simon'd slot all his weight atop of you, trapping you to the couch or mattress and make out with you, shuddering as your thighs softly squeezed his hip. His hands sliding up and down, caressing, slowly, mapping out where he could and should go.
He never felt so safe as when he had his hands slotted on your body, kneading greedily onto you, yours caressing up his back, his mouth busy with your tongue, and his mind void of any thoughts other than the sound of your breathing and the way your chest rose and fell against his own.
(I GOT LAZY FOR THE SMUT PART, SORRY)
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sillyhijinks69 · 1 month
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my little headcanons on the trios pasts from ramshackle 😋
OKAY I JS WATCHED RAMSHACKLE AND I THINK THEY WAYS THE CHARACTERS ACT CAN KINDA SHOW THIER PAST IN A WAY?
GO WATCH THE PILOT BEFORE READING BTW THIS IS ACC ANAZING TRUST 🙏🙏
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okay so i feel vinnie was maybe abandoned as a kid bc of her offence to stone’s idea to sending maggot to the orphanage and the sympathy she starts to feel after skipp says maggot’s “all alone in this world, with no one to take care of him”.
speaking of skipp, i think he grew up close to his parents (probably single), who taught him decent morals and encouraged his positive look on the world. however, they possibly could’ve died from a disease or lack of food or anything. i mainly think skipp was close to his parent bc of how motherly and caring he acts, which is what a good parent would teach.
finally, i feel stone was actually born into a rich family and ran away / was kicked out bc :
it feels like he’s the least experienced with ‘street life’ (he suggested the orphanage and doesn’t seem too surprised to how horrid the parent where acting with their kids)
skin colour is similar to the other rich people
his body gestures (claps hands, eyebrow lift when he was approached by the rich lady and only waved a small flag - js quite sophisticated in general)
he was found “sopping wet from the rain” so it seems like he needed help / wasn’t used to living this lifestyle (stretching here)
i am probably wrong abt skipp and vinnie but at pretty confident abt stone!
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iwozlegit · 2 months
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|| 🍍• If Sonic 3 coming out later this year does embrace a Sonic Adventure 2/Sonic X take on Shadow’s Arc…
…I think he’ll be the one to try and get through to Shadow:
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Why?
Because of: Longclaw
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The one being who scarified themselves to ensure the other could survive and/or fulfill their future purpose.
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The one being who scarified themselves to ensure the other could survive and/or fulfill their future purpose.
The similarities are uncanny, and - as much as I feel exploring the comparability between this all would be amazing - I’m hesitant to suggest that this was always the plan to complete a trilogy. It might not be. But I’m sus.
In this universe, we’re presented with a Sonic character who can - to some degree - directly relate to being ripped away from that one person in his life who was all he’d ever supposedly known, trusted, and cared for. If Movieverse Shadow follows close to other iterations and arcs of the character, the same trauma can naturally be said for him. And I feel that would lead to a very interesting set-up if done right. And Shadow isn’t made into some prick edgelord
Cue the: “How could you possibly know what loss feels like?” spiel mid-scuffle and Sonic snaps.
“Because I lost everything, too. I made a mistake, and…everything went wrong because of me…”
“Her name was Longclaw, and she protected me so I could get here. To safety. I put people in danger. I put her in danger because I wasn’t responsible. And now she’s gone.”
“I miss her everyday. Sometimes I wonder if things had been different…if I…”
“Look, I can be angry and upset about what I did; what happened, I still kinda’ am, but revenge isn’t going to bring Longclaw back.”
Sonic lost a great deal when he left Longclaw behind; his carer, his home, his everything. But throughout the Movieverse, he’s come to gain something just as beautiful - a caring family and amazing friends.
We also begin to journey alongside Sonic as he starts to get used to the idea of being responsible in Sonic 2 and concluding he still wanted to ‘be a kid’. And what could be more of a perfect act of responsibility and ‘growing up’ than directly showing another the power of being a just hero and supporting someone who’s pain he can understand.
Idek…just a few wee thoughts… :)
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brightgoat · 2 years
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Ratau, Ratoo, their bargaining friend and her...
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muertawrites · 2 years
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Same!!! I always have this thought in my head of Wayne telling eddy’s girlfriend or Dustin or just a friend “His mothers dead. And his father is in prison for putting her in the ground.”
!!!!!!!!!!!! that dialogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tell the duffers they're out of a job and all it took was a fuckin sentence
i can just imagine like. eddie doesn't talk about his family or his past. just wayne. just his life after ten years old or so.
you don't ask about it. the one time you did he got uncharacteristically quiet. his face totally fell and he got really pale. like all the life just completely drained from him.
"i don't like talking about it," was all he said.
so you avoid the subject.
then one day you're chillin at the house (wayne was able to upgrade after the earthquake) when you find a family picture. they're rare, since what few photos wayne had were mostly lost when the upside down became the right side up, but you can tell this one was salvaged. it's of a younger wayne and a dark-haired woman, sitting at a table. in her arms is an infant with a stark patch of black curls.
"that's julia."
wayne startles you, the way he can always move around so quietly. he walks up next to you and lifts the photo from its place on the bookshelf, holding it so you can get a better look.
"eddie's mom."
"... what happened to her?"
wayne takes you into the kitchen and makes the two of you some coffee. he sets with the photo between the two of you on the table, silent for a while as he finds the words.
"julie was a good woman," he tells you. "had a kind heart. too kind. fell in with my bastard brother thinkin' she could fix him. all he did was beat her blind. when eddie was ten, she was gonna leave. move 'em to chicago. rob found out and wouldn't have none of it. beat her so bad she was unrecognizable. neighbors called the cops, rob was arrested, and julia died in the hospital. i thank god every day that eddie was asleep and didn't have to see none of it."
you notice that wayne's hand is shaking, so you take it to steady him. he grips you so hard your circulation threatens to stop.
"i loved julia like a sister. and she loved her little boy. he's the reason that sick son of a bitch will rot in prison for the rest of his life. went and testified in front of a whole courtroom about the abuse his father did to him. was only eleven."
both of you are weeping at this point. unbeknownst to you, eddie lingers in the hall, listening to his uncle's retelling and biting back his own tears.
"he grew up into a good man. got his mother's soul. handsome as the devil like his father without the evil behind his eyes. smart as a whip, too."
eddie clears his throat. you whirl around, swallowing thickly when you meet his eye. he smiles, the expression half-formed and broken at the edges, and joins you at the table.
"it's okay," he whispers. his voice is choked. "i'm okay."
a few weeks later he takes you to her grave. you bring flowers, and he introduces you to her as if she can actually hear him. maybe she can. the spot is so peaceful, you can almost imagine her sitting there with you, kissing your cheeks and welcoming you into her little corner of bliss.
you and eddie visit julia every year on her birthday after that. you pack a picnic, and eddie brings his guitar and you a book, and you spend the day there. he shares memories of her - how she taught him to sew, how she had the most beautiful singing voice, how her pancakes are still the best he's ever had.
it isn't too many years until you're holding a dark-haired infant of your own, propping her up in your lap as you settle into the blanket for another annual picnic. the little girl giggles as she reaches for her father, tugging locks of his mane and grasping at the guitar pick dangling from his neck (he chuckles when she puts it in her mouth).
you lean in close to the headstone and whisper, so only you and the universe can hear:
"her name is julia."
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