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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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Mackie Moo. I am in hella pain so Ive come to bother you with a request of Amaryllis getting pampered and comforted by Mountain, Swiss and Dew pls ty ilysm mwah mwah

Amara my love 💙💙 I'm so sorry you're not feeling well. I hope this helps a little bit💙 (I'm sorry this took a minute...and that its so fucking long 😅)

I hope I do your OC and their dynamic justice

CW: hurt/comfort, lots of feels, vaginal fingering

Petal

Amaryllis had not been having a good day.

The fire ghoulette had woken up with a pounding headache, and a burning in her gut that was indicative of her heat starting in the next few days. Her joints were sore and things just couldn't seem to go right today.

She hadn't felt like fixing herself food, and as a result had tripped and spilled her lunch all down her front in the middle of the dining hall. She had stabbed herself with the massive leather-working needle she was using to reattach the soles of Rain's boots (she swears to Satan...if Bambi would just manage to stay on his damn feet during Rituals her job would be so much easier).

To make things even better, Primo was currently not at the Abbey, having been traveling for a personal sabbatical for the last week or so, and Amaryllis had been stuck assisting Sister Imperator all afternoon, which had resulted in Amaryllis leaving the office holding back hot, angry tears.

She stalked down the hallway, fatigue and irritation radiating off of the small fire ghoulette in waves, permeating her scent of clove oil, chestnut accord, and vanilla with the smell of charcoal.

At one point a sibling of sin came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The look on Amaryllis' face as she whirled around snarling, blue flames dancing in her eyes and hair, her sprite Mango jumping out from her blue tresses emitting sparks, tiny puffs of blue smoke and angry "Eep!!"s, had sent the sibling stumbling backwards, stammering garbled apologies as they turned heel and ran the other way.

Down the steps to the ghouls' den she went, her feet and tail dragging as she nudged the door open with her horns, arms too tired to do their job, and stepped inside.

Mountain looked up from the book he was reading in his chair, alerted by the charred wood smell on his mate's scent as she entered the room. Amaryllis trudged over to the earth giant, slumping between his knees and dropping her head to rest on his shoulder, whining quietly.

Mountain leaned forward to recieve his mate, wrapping his arms around her small frame and nuzzling her hair between her horns. Mango revealed herself from her hiding place in her ghoul's hair, climbing up Mountain's shoulder and settling between his ram's horns, chirping and chittering sadly.

"What's wrong, Little One?" Mountain asked in his deep baritone, stroking her back softly.

Amaryllis flinched, whined louder and buried her face in his chest, tears staining his shirt as the stress from the day brought her headache back to the surface.

"Oh Petal, I'm sorry, was that too loud?" Moutain whispered as he cupped her small face in his massive hand and tipped her head up to look at him.

He gave her a small kiss on the nose and drew her up to sit in his lap, holding her close against his chest as he rubbed his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp.

Mountain reached up to his horns, letting Mango step into his palm, before bringing his hand down to deposit the fire sprite in her ghoul's lap, the little blue salamander curling up on Amaryllis' tummy and kicking up her ember-like warmth and glow.

Amaryllis wrapped her arms around her mate's neck, burying her face in his calming scent as he began emitting lavender and eucalyptus in an effort to calm her down.

He rocked her softly, gently and quietly coaxing words from the fire ghoulette as she tearfully regaled him with the events of the horrible, awful day she had been subjected to.

A loud bang from the doorway signaled Swiss and Dew barging into the room, laughing and shoving each other as they taunted who was going to be the winner of the upcoming Mario Kart marathon they were planning on. Amaryllis shuddered and hid deeper into Mountain's chest at the sharp noises, the tears returning and turning into full sobs.

One sharp glare from the earth giant and a hiss from Mango sent Swiss and Dew into immediate silence, mumbling sheepish apologies as they padded over to the couple in the chair and knelt down at Mountain's feet.

"Hey hey, none of that now, Babylove...what's the matter?" Swiss murmured as he brushed the hair out of Amaryllis' face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

Dew, after a nod from Mountain, climbed into the other side of the earth ghoul's lap and wrapped his arms around his best friend's shaking form. Mango squeaked out a small protest at being squished between them before moving back up in between Mountain's horns, eyeing the fire ghoul suspiciously.

"Mara...please don't cry...we're sorry we were loud..."

Amaryllis sobbed harder, shaking in Dew's embrace as she re-purged her pain and frustration about the day.

"It's just...e-everything hurts and...I-I embarrassed myself in front everybody...just a shit day...Imperator is such a heinous bitch," Amaryllis blubbered out.

"I-I'm sorry...ge-getting your shirt a-all gross and snotty...I don't know why I can't stoooppp..." she wailed into Dew's shirt, wiping tears and snot off her face onto her sweater sleeve as the tears just kept coming.

Swiss pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, sitting up on his knees and gently cleaning off Amaryllis' face as she sniffled and looked up at the Multi Ghoul with big, sad, red-rimmed eyes.

"Amara, we're so sorry you had such a bad day."

"Please baby, it's time to stop crying, you're going to give yourself a headache if you continue like this, love. There's our good girl,"

Swiss gave her a kiss on the forehead and smoothed her hair in between her horns as the fire ghoulette's sobs subsided to little sniffles and hiccups. He rubbed his thumbs over her temples and under her eyes, willing his bit of quintessence to wick away the pressure undoubtedly building from the intense crying.

Swiss glanced at Mountain, communicating silently through their bond. Mountain nodded, gently turning Amaryllis' face to look at him.

"Petal, why don't we go take a soak, hmm? Let's go take a long bath together, that will help your aches and help you relax a bit, yeah?"

Amaryllis peeked up at her mate's face. "I-I want Dew and S-Swiss to come with us, is that okay?"

Dew wrapped his arms around her again, bumping their horns together softly, affectionately.

"Mara, of course that's okay. Swiss is gonna go get the bath ready. Me and Mounty are gonna help you get undressed and relaxed, okay?"

Swiss leaned forward to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the forehead before standing and slinking out of the room, heading off to make preparations. Dew began removing himself from Mountain's lap, until a whimper from Amaryllis and a rumble from Mountain's chest in response had him wrapping himself around his friend once again.

"Okay, okay, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere. I can stay right here with you. Mounty can carry us both, right Mount?"

Mountain let out another deep rumbling affirmative before standing slowly, both fire ghouls nestled securely in his arms. The earth giant lumbered down the hall to his bedroom cradling Dew and Amaryllis gently, trying not to jostle them too much. Dew kept his arms wrapped around the fire ghoulette, purring and chirping softly as she nestled her face in his neck, slowly relaxing with the scent of cinnamon and spices.

Mountain entered his bedroom, closed the door, and softly deposited Dew and Amaryllis on his bed, Mango hopping down from his horns and curling back in Amaryllis' lap. The three of them could hear faint splashes coming from the bathroom; Swiss drawing and preparing the bath for the four of them.

Dew helped Amaryllis out of her clothes. He gently pulled her tear-stained sweater over her head, mindful of the horns, while Amaryllis held and played with his tail, fiddling absent-mindedly with the spade. Dew leaned into her, grooming Amaryllis and giving her soft kitten licks, cleaning her tear-stained face as she closed her eyes tight and leaned into the loving attention from her best friend.

Mountain approached the bed and knelt down at her feet. He gently lifted her hips, slipping off her pants and discarding them on the floor. Dew shifted to sit behind Amaryllis as the earth ghoul leaned in, joining Dew in grooming his mate as he licked up her neck and across her shoulders, lovingly, reverently. Mountain, sensing that words were still too much, tried his best to convey his devotion to the fire ghoulette through gentle touches and caresses, purring a deep rumble in his chest, his tail winding up her body to caress her cheek with his spade.

A soft touch on his shoulder from Swiss alerted Mountain that the bath was ready. He reached up to give Amaryllis a soft kiss on the lips before picking her up and carrying her bridal style into the bathroom, Dew following close behind the couple.

Amaryllis' eyes grew big at the sight in the bathroom. Soft, golden light from candles lit on every surface, making the tub in the center of the room practically glow. Fairy lights were strung around the ceiling, giving the room a comforting ambiance. Mountain approached the tub and gently set Amaryllis into the warm, bubbly water.

She looked up at Mountain as he slowly lowered himself into the tub and drew her into him, hugging her tightly to his chest as he buried his face in her hair.

Amaryllis felt a disturbance in the water, Dew and Swiss slipping into the tub and cuddling around her.

Mountain looked down at his mate and sighed into her hair.

"Petal, you are our heart. We're so sorry today was so hard. Let us make it up to you and help you relax, hmm?"

Mountain cupped her face in his hands, threading his fingers through her cyan blue hair as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Amaryllis wound her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and letting their tongues dance together, deep but still sweet.

Dew and Swiss moved in closer, running their hands up and down her body, mouths seeking skin to touch, to kiss.

Mountain lifted the fire ghoulette and turned her in his lap to lean against his chest, hands roaming up and down her sides, grinding her down softly on his slowly growing cock.

Amaryllis moaned quietly and leaned back against him, closing her eyes and succumbing to the feeling of hands roaming her body.

"You're so beautiful, Little One," Mountain sighed as he moved his mouth over her mark, licking and nibbling at it, causing a shiver from his mate as she let her head fall to the side against his broad shoulder.

"We're so lucky to have you, Mara. So grateful that you're ours," Dew groaned as he ground against her hip, his head coming down to mouth at her nipple, suckling gently, one hand coming up to caress the other tit.

He teased it, rolling the rosy bud between his nimble fingers, earning a soft cry from Amaryllis as she arched her back, pressing her perky tits more firmly into his mouth and hand.

"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us take care of you like this," Swiss murmured.

He let his fingers trail teasingly, taunting, up and down her thighs before finding their home in between her legs. His thumb teased her clit as his fingers sought out and circled her entrance, already growing slick from the silky water and from the attention paid by her ghouls.

Swiss sank two fingers slowly into Amaryllis' body, eliciting a moan from the ghoulette as he stroked inside of her with that wicked come hither motion.

Amaryllis brought her arms up to wind behind Mountain's neck, her breathing growing heavy and mewling softly. Mountain ran his nose up and down the soft skin of her arm, kissing and nibbling gently at the soft flesh.

"How are we feeling, Little One?"

Amaryllis gasped and rolled her hips into Swiss' hand, seeking more pressure from his thumb on her clit, his fingers moving more quickly as they pumped in and out of her pussy, finding that ridged spot that made her see stars.

"S'good, Daddy...making me feel so good,"

Amaryllis brought a hand down to stroke through Dew's hair. The fire ghoul came up for a kiss, licking across her fangs and possessing her mouth with his tongue, moaning as he rutted more insistently against her hip. Dew gave her a quick nip on the lip, causing a squeak from Amaryllis as he returned to his post at her tits.

Oh...someone liked that," Swiss chuckled, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers from Dew's little surprise nip. He circled her clit, pressing firmly with his thumb as he increased the speed and pressure of the fingers buried firmly inside her desperate cunt.

Amaryllis squirmed in her mate's lap, feeling herself being pulled into that sweet, delicious place by the ministrations of her ghouls, the heat in her tummy coiling tightly, on a hair trigger, ready to snap.

"Daddy, m'close. Let me cum, please Daddy,"

Mountain lowered his head to lick along the shell of Amaryllis' ear.

"Whenever you're ready, love, cum for us. I love you so much," he whispered into her ear before biting down into the skin of her neck that proudly bore her mark to him.

Amaryllis went rigid as her orgasm ripped through her body. Eyes closing tight, mouth open, cries escaping from her throat as her toes curled and her thighs shook before collapsing back against Mountain's chest, boneless and spent. She let her mind float off into the ether, half listening to the soft voices of the ghouls she loved most dear before drifting off into comfortable nothing.

Hands roaming softly up and down her back brought Amaryllis back into her body. She realized she had been turned around and she purred as she nuzzled into the chest of the earth ghoul below her. Amaryllis wrapped her tail around Mountain's waist and sighed contentedly.

Mountain looked down at her as she stirred, smiling and purring that deep rumble in his chest as the fire ghoulette peeked up at him though her long lashes.

"Welcome back, Petal. How are you feeling?"

Amaryllis let out a deep breath before melting back into her mate's arms.

"Much better, Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,"

"I love you too, Little One," Moutain whispered, pressing small kisses to Amaryllis' horns.

"Swiss and Dew went to fetch us some water and snacks. They'll be back soon. Just relax and rest, my queen."

They laid in the warm water together, waiting for her other ghouls to return. Amaryllis reached up to her mate, kissing him softly and caressing his face in her tiny hands. She ran her fingers through her love's hair and gently plucked the flowers that had sprouted behind Mountain's ears and rams horns, setting them into the water to float and filling the tub with her favorite blooms, fragrant and beautiful. Miniature sunflowers, tiny orchid blooms, hyacinth, and of course, Amaryllis.

@sovaghoul @dewedup @kamonart @jimothybarnes @jesusbutbetterrr @littlemoon-beam @iamthecomet @sphylor @jazz-bazz @relentlessmoon @spoiledleaff @criticaloser

#mac writes #fic request #ghost fan fiction #amaryllis ghoulette #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #amaryllis ghoul oc #hurt/comfort

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therobotmonster · 4 months

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Salamander, of the elemental variety

In terms of elemental forms it is a mistake to approach from a position of evolutionary taxonomy. As in all transitions from perpendicular realities, such creatures are born from and induce the mythological symbols that define their anatomy.

The concept manifests the symbol, the symbol communicates the concept, an oroboros of cause and effect that is no less existentially annoying for creating animals made of the idea of fire, which is so certain of itself it doesn't know that it shouldn't be able to burn your house down.

In practical terms, a salamander should be addressed in the same manner as a grease fire, by entrapping it in a fireproof metal vessel and blocking the oxygen flow. Without a source of oxygen, the creature will poof back to its native reality. Any major brand of charcoal briquette is adequate bait. Oily rags, old newspapers, and pre-1975 furniture will do in a pinch.

-Melinoë's Guide to Incursive Pests & Misidentified Phenomenon, 2005 edition.

Prompt and process under the fold.

Prompt: colorful smoke swirling off of a black background, in the style of fluid glass sculptures, light teal and orange, tangled forms, light red and blue, rendered in cinema4d, sculpture-based photography, distorted and elongated forms:: fullbody, a colorful smoke swirl with colorful lights on a dark background, in the style of fluid, glass-like sculptures, light cyan and orange, serge marshennikov, colorful layered forms, conrad shawcross, focus stacking, bold lines, bright colors:: a real Charmander, dinosaur with burning tail, salamander, dino-iguana, glowing flames, rocky terrain, sumatraism, lava tail, burning tail, background sharp earth, raptor, elegant pose, hawaii, outback, iguana, morning glow, stock photo, regal pose --ar 4:3 --s 50 --v 6.0

This prompt was made two autogenerated prompts I made from this image I made by blending smoke and glass textures with Midjourney's weird image prompting system:

The image also had image prompts, in this case, three different charmanders, two being experiments for a Harryhausen Pokemon "what if" pictorial set and one being a "real animal version" attempt:

And those are from multiple versions of MJ.

Eventually, resulting in this gen:

Which I composited with multiple other variants, rebuilt the claw and some other details, and then did color correction and processing.

#midjourney v6 #generative art #unreality #microfiction #salamander #elemental #fantasy #mythology #charmander #midjourney edit #ai assisted art

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corner-stories · 1 month

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mama salamander

Mikasa Ackerman. Jean Kirschtein. Post-Canon. Ponds. Cottages. Hazel Eyes. 1723 words. (ao3.)

Near the cottage on the edge of the woods is a stream that trickles down the hill, where the water flows until accumulating into a pond. Surrounding it are either trees with broad branches, natural structures that cast shadows upon the world below, or patches of tall grass. In warmer months the depths of the pool are heaven-sent in the heat, whereas in the winter it freezes over and invites any willing participant to skate across the surface.

But in the time between seasons, the days where winter transitions into spring, the pond is simply nice to look at. After months with shorter days and clouds of gray, the sight of sunlight shimmering on the surface is a welcomed gift to the eyes.

While summer is still far away, there’s enough warmth in the air for Mikasa to feel at peace. She sits on a blanket spread out near the pond, enjoying everything from the blue hue in the partly cloudy sky, the breeze that makes the wildflowers sway, or the sound of the stream trickling into the pond.

Next to her is a sketchbook and a piece of charcoal — provisions supplied by her loving husband — yet despite being surrounded by nothing but beauty she can’t find a thing to draw. The last hour had been characterized by her holding the stick of ash above an unblemished page, wavering on the edge of an idea but being unable to make a mark. Perhaps she is plagued by a feeling of indecision, an inability to settle on what to draw — or maybe Mikasa’s just too nervous to sully the book, a present from Jean for her most recent birthday.

As a result, the sketchbook and piece of charcoal lay forgotten on the blanket, untouched as Mikasa puts her attention elsewhere. Fortunately, she’s not too worked up over her lack of artistic inspiration or the black smudges on her fingers, as one of her main priorities in life is at the pond’s edge.

Little Sasha is kneeling by the water, her hands partially submerged as her legs are obscured by the blades of tall grass. Ever since her Papa promised to teach her how to swim in the summer, she’s been eyeing the pond with the utmost glee. The temperature of the air and water are the main things preventing the child from removing all her clothes and jumping in anyways, much to her mother’s relief. Though it’s hard to tell what will happen once the world gets the slightest bit warmer.

Soon Sasha clasps her hands together and lets a mischievous smile creep onto her face, causing Mikasa to stand from the blanket and approach her daughter. When she arrives at the water’s edge she kneels down, the look on her face is warm and amicable as she eyes the amphibian in the child’s grasp.

“Caught another one, did you?”

“It’s a water lizard!” Sasha says proudly, as she usually does whenever she gets her hands on a new friend.

On one hand, Mikasa thinks there’s something endearing about her daughter’s inherent ability to bond with animals — whether it be their rambunctious dog, a hatchling that fell from a tree, or the occasional deer that would walk by their cottage. But on the other hand, the week-old incident of bringing several frogs into the house to give them a home in the bathtub had forced a line to be drawn, no matter how kindly Sasha’s intentions had been.

With that in mind, Mikasa takes a closer look at the salamander on Sasha’s fingers, a creature with dark skin, short legs, and beady eyes residing in a handful of water. She recalls seeing them back when she and Jean first moved into their cottage — fortunately for everyone, the creatures do not appear to be the poisonous kind.

When Mikasa looks back into Sasha’s eyes she can’t help but see parts of herself in her own kin. As far as her own childhood can feel, she can still recall the youthful need to bond with tiny things, whether it be a doll with one-eye or a grasshopper in her mother’s flower bed. She would be lying if she said she never attempted to adopt the butterflies or squirrels she found in the backyard, much to the amusement of her parents.

“That’s called a salamander, Sasha,” Mikasa soon corrects, then reaches over to affectionately tap her daughter’s nose, a gesture she does when she feels like teasing. “And you know what we’ve asked you to do when you catch those, right?”

Sasha’s eyes are dark and glassy, just like hers, and as the sound of wind resonates in the air, Mikasa can see the childlike joy in her daughter’s gaze slowly being replaced by a knowing look. For a three-year-old, Sasha’s surprisingly good at understanding the lessons that her parents — or namely, her Papa — take the time to explain.

“I know,” the little one says, and soon she’s lowering her new friend back in the water. The salamander in her hands slips away the second it’s submerged, effortlessly disappearing back into the pond without a trace.

Mikasa can see the saddened look in Sasha’s eyes, and to that she leans over to press a kiss to the girl’s cheek.

“You did the right thing,” Mikasa assures her. “Mama Salamander probably wants it back.”

Sasha looks at her mother with a puzzled look on her adorable face. “How do you know that?”

“Because if someone took you, I’d want you back, too,” she promises, tapping her daughter’s nose once more.

When a smile returns to Sasha’s face, mother and daughter hear a familiar noise amongst the soundscape. Behind them a dog barks, and when Mikasa looks towards the cottage atop the hill she can see a blob of brown fur dashing around the grass. As Hugo runs amok like a majestic idiot, Mikasa and Sasha watch as a person exits the front door of the home.

Jean walks onto the grass with a bundle in his arms, the breeze gently lapping at his hair and shirt sleeves. He holds onto the baby like the wind could whisk him away at any moment, safely cradling little Asher in the crook of his elbow.

The smile on Mikasa’s face gets just a bit wider as she stands up. She taps Sasha’s shoulder and urges her daughter to follow her back to the blanket.

Sasha ends up running forward, happily meeting Hugo in the grass. When the dog begins rolling in the blades, effectively collecting little bits of green in his black and brown fur, Sasha lets out a laugh of unbridled joy before doing the same. Sometimes it’s exceedingly easy to believe that the two operate on the same wavelength.

As the dog and the child play in the field, Mikasa approaches Jean near the blanket. Asher is awake in his arms, the baby looking at the beauty of the homestead with an utterly blank expression on his face — unsurprisingly, the four-month-old has exactly the amount of depth perception as one would expect.

“How was nap time?” asks Mikasa, looking lovingly at her tiny son.

“Well, he enjoyed it,” Jean replies, tipping his head towards the baby in his arms. “I — however — was giving Hugo his bath.”

Mikasa and Jean then look behind them to see their dog and daughter rolling in the grass, effectively gathering even more debris into Hugo’s once well-brushed fur.

Jean lets out a sigh. “And I guess I’ll be doing that again tomorrow.”

Amused, Mikasa hums before reaching towards the baby. “At least let me take him off your hands.”

The exchange takes slightly more effort than necessary, as Asher recently developed the habit of clinging to his father at the most inopportune times. At least the sight of a baby grasping the untrimmed ends of Jean’s beard will never cease to be adorable and hilarious.

Once Asher is laying his head on his mother’s shoulder, Jean runs towards the dog and the daughter on the grass. Mikasa holds Ash as gently as she can, moving to the blanket with slow steps. Once she’s sitting she holds the baby up, her hands feeling impossibly large as they support his tiny torso. He had only been born a few months ago, yet he already feels like a far cry from the bundle of skin and hair he was back in autumn. The strands on his head are jet black, just like his mother and sister, but his eyes are hazel — the kind with just the slightest specks of green — just like his father’s. The contrast is stark, darkness against light, yet like his father Asher’s eyes have an uncanny sense of warmth, tenderness, a sweetness that cannot be denied. It makes Mikasa wonder what other parts of her and Jean she’ll see in her children once they both get older.

Mikasa looks over to see Jean kneeling in the grass with his daughter and dog. Affectionately, he rubs Hugo’s stomach while giving Sasha a fun-loving look. When Sasha speaks it’s the kind of babbling that only toddlers can muster, yet Jean listens to every word like it’s the most brilliant thing he’s ever heard. He nods happily as Sasha rambles on about the Mama Salamander that lives in the pond, explaining that it would miss Baby Salamander if she took it to live in the cottage. Internally, Mikasa just knows that he’s relieved their bathtub will no longer be a home for wayward amphibians, and to that she has to agree.

Mikasa watches the scene in silence — it’s charming, idyllic, like something of a dream yet it’s right in front of her. With the way Hugo pants in bliss as Sasha continues to babble about salamanders, or the way Jean pets the dog as his daughter reaches over to play with his beard. Like her brother, she curls her fingers around the longer strands, though she tugs a lot more lightly, doing so in a manner that’s more playful than harmful.

Little Sasha doesn’t have her father’s eyes like her brother, but the way she fawns over the dog or always speaks her mind makes Mikasa think of Jean. It’s moments like this, watching her daughter play in the grass or observing the hazel in her son’s gaze, that makes Mikasa look forward to the future.

#jeankasa #jeanmika #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackermann #snk #post-canon #cottagecore au #could we start calling Mikasa a milf? asking for a friend

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es46 · 6 days

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Based on the mythical salamanders; the prongs on its shoulders emulate a second pair of arms - EFRETAMA Title - Charcoal wyvern Monster class - Fanged wyvern Known locales - Outskirts of volcanic regions and miasmic wastelands, with occasional forays to desert regions Element/ailment - Fire + Effluvium Elemental weakness - Water (3), Ice (2), Dragon (1), Fire (0), Thunder (0) Ailment weakness - Stun (3), Paralysis (2), Poison (2), Sleep (1), Blast (0) Efretama is a fanged wyvern typically found roaming miasmic deposits or the outskirts of volcanic regions, with some individuals migrating to deserts. It is distinguished by the bold crimson and black colouring, as well as its bone-like protrusions and the split tail. The physical tail is actually at the base; the two flexible projections are a specialised muscle growth that contains excess miasma from Efretama's metabolic waste. Efretama use the two shovel-like prongs on its lower jaw to dig up resilient vegetation, feeding on various roots, tubers and nuts. They excel at finding the hardy plants that eke out a living in volcanic environments, and supplement their diet with various minerals, including combustible variants. Efretama is relatively passive, unconcerned with any humans passing by. Field researchers can operate peacefully in its proximity, so long as they stay within the fanged wyvern's field of vision. Should Efretama get too close, field researchers can use aromatic sprays to irritate its sense of smell and coerce it to retreat. Should it be threatened by predators, Efretama can usually rely on its prongs to dissuade attack, protecting its neck with armoured scutes. If the attacker persists, Efretama will regurtitate the combusitable minerals it has ingested and ignite them with a specialised organ in its mouth. The resulting blasts of flame are intense, leaving thick clouds of ash behind. This ash is then used as a smokescreen, disguising Efretama's movements as it either continues to fight back or retreats. Additionally, the twin tails, which are actually muscular projections from the true tail forming the base, are loaded with miasmic reserves that release choking clouds of flesh-eating bacteria. This effluvium is a result of Efretama's metabolic processes, as well as its usual habitat encroaching on miasmic deposits. While able to handle it to an extent by storing it in the twin tails Efretama must periodically shed and regrow those tails to avoid effluvial build-up. Researchers believe Efretama's ancestry may be traced to environments such as the Rotten Vale. Efretama are relatively social, several individuals sharing turf as they harvest flora and minerals. They are altruistic, coming to one another's aid should a predator threaten them. Occasionally individuals are known to migrate to desert regions. It is not yet fully understood while these Efretama change environment, though current theories suggest it is to avoid intraspecific competition or find nesting sites. Regardless, these individuals must be closely monitored, as desert regions are less adept at handling the miasmic bacteria Efretama transport. Though not particularly challenging (Low Rank - 3, High/Master Rank - 2), Efretama's use of ailments can make it a tricky opponent. Hunters should make use of water weapons to stymie its fiery breath and endeavour to sever the twin tails to mitigate miasma release. Usually there is little need to slay Efretama, though hunters may have to repel desert-dwelling individuals before too much of their effluvium can spread. Though not exceptionally powerful, Efretama can usually avoid most predators by combining its ashen flames and miasmic gas. However, desert-dwelling individuals may be set upon by the flying wyvern Leovar, whose natural dragon energy gives it resilience to effluvium, and have to fight viciously to repel it. Otherwise, Efretama's main competitor is the carapaceon Quil Vashimu, another herbivore seeking control of productive turf. - Thank you for reading and take care.

#fanart #monochrome #fanged wyvern #wyvern #monster hunter #sketch

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some-pers0n · 6 months

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random question how many wings of fire ocs do you have? i only have 8 so far but ive seen people go into, like, the 30s

Lemme count the main ones.

Sol, Miasma, Navigation, Paramic, Radiant, Locust, Adonis, Carpathian, Charcoal, Tide, Salamander...yeah, that's about it. 12. All of them have well-developed personalities and entire backstories though, so I guess that's worth something.

#ask

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rambrandt-the-painter · 2 years

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ID 3 cartoony drawings of a chubby charcoal colored salamander with person with blue markings on their back and red, blue and yellow sparkles across their body. the first drawing is a profile of their head. the second and third are both basic front and back full bodies. text reads "pnicto they/them" ID end

first commission finished! had a lot of fun working on this

#art #digital art #furry #furry art #digital painting #painting #anthro #anthro art #drawing

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k00297230 · 2 months

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Painting 5

Hello you sly salamanders!

In Eoin's workshop we drew our model Jeff with charcoal. Eoin however, projected bright lights onto him to cast a dark shadow. I feel like this was done to simplify the form of the body to a dark silhouetted mass.

I found this workshop to be a little difficult as maybe I just didn't feel as into it as I could've. I feel like I could've provided better results if I was more in the mood. These are some of the works.

In the bottom two I focused more on the leg as I found that harder to draw in these figures.

This one is probably my favourite just because I think I got the proportions correct and was able to properly portray the figure with stark contrasts between the dark charcoals that I wasn't able to achieve in my other drawings.

Although I enjoy using charcoal I don't think I am going to implement this into my work further, but it was nice doing some gestural drawings in a different medium and seeing how different marks can affect this process.

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annonniiiiieeeee · 1 year

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what? no! i am n o t obsessively reloading your account every five minutes! blasphemy!

anyway what outfits did sunita design for leo? did she design katniss and peetas outfits for raph and mona? (also who is mona’s stylist)

I think for Leo’s chariot outfit they kept a coal theme. It was Sunita’s first year as a designer, she was experimenting.

For Leo’s chariot outfit, she thought “what can coal do that’s beautiful?”

Charcoal art.

The whole thing is grey scales. Including Leo and the other tributes bodies and features. It looks like a black and white tv image. The clothes are extravagant. Fitted to show of their features but it’s all grey scale.

This interest the crowd as they aren’t dressed as miners or covers in dust. They look like living breathing art pieces.

The interest peaks durning their interviews. At this point the capital people have seen them in their grey scale outfits and training pictures. So they’ve seen parts of them in color but never seen seen them.

Their interview outfits are the same from the chariot parade but now it’s in full color. It symbolizes their “journey” of coming from the grimiest and least sophisticated district to being in the capital as the transform from grey scale to vibrant colors.

Leo’s stripes are on full display. The color is a fiber ant blue that highlights his mask, a token from home. The out fit has flares of yellow and red to bring out the stripes on his arms and eyes. It’s fired to show off his figure. But the fact that it’s the same only in color excites the crowd as it’s the first time they’ve seen him in full extravagance and color.

For Raph’s and Mona’s outfit Sunita had much the same idea with a more dramatic reveal. The out fits are all grey sacks until they catch fire. Taking the grey body paint with them the flames reveal the tributes in burning red outfits. Giving Raph and Mona their fire theme. (It works great for them as Raph’s color is red and Mona is a fire salamander)

Sunita’s partner and Mona’s stylist is Hypno. (He’s got the goods, goods, goods) he’s loves showy outfits and magic reveals. He’s a fantastic partner for Sunita and her over the top reveal outfits

#asks #rise raph #rise leo #rottmnt hunger games au #rise sunita

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sjru · 7 months

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Drawtober 7: Close call

Drawtober 7 is an experiment I call it "Rapscallion charcoal salamander escape with treasure from evil clown shibe tribe" Art by me.

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#my art #inktober #drawtober #toon #toony #charmander #experiment

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thecharcoalsalamander · 1 year

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The coziest sea-witch you'll ever meet! 😘🐚🧙‍♀️🌊

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apparent-angelproductions · 1 year

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A larger variety of art featuring my Paladin Travon (Any),

a couple dresses I designed,

a salamander themed dragonborn Mel'taleth (they/them)

My characters as If playing game changer from dropout

My High Elf Thomas Revelry with a charcoal on beard

And my Faeling with a family photo for a indulgent self insert of a character in another campaign

#my art #pencil #drawing #dnd art #fashion #fae #dragonborn #sorcerer #paladin

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leorawright · 1 year

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Matchup with the Mercs please

-Demiromantic Ace

-she/her/they

-Anyone but Scout (unless it's platonic)

-Not necessarily shy but very quiet at the start of relationships (platonic or romantic)

-she sometimes can be so quiet that they have a habit of accidentally sneaking up and scaring people (they might make spy run for his money with her level of stealth, doesn't even need a cloak)

- once they are comfortable enough they are way more excitable/ enthusiastic and will ramble about whatever they are fixated on

- Very flexible/ good with improvising

- Very sweet, mature, and patient

- Yet stubborn and insistent on being independent even when they need help

- Knowledgeable about ecology and wildlife

- Likes going to streams and catch frogs/newts/snakes/salamanders with her bare hands and showing them off like "I found a friend" and then releasing them

- Loves hiking , camping, star gazing, and traveling in general

- Fascinated by different mythologies and stories of the supernatural - in fact their ideal life goal is to become a ghost story

- Passionate about photography and dabbles in art- particularly charcoal drawings and painting (messier mediums)

- Likes to get to know people through quality time- cooking, baking, going on walks, shopping- basically domestic stuff

- Likes showing love through acts of service and quality time

-particularly loves making meals for them and doing their hair and makeup

- likes receiving words of affirmation and physical affection

- Intelligent book smart wise but naïve due to being pretty sheltered as a kid

- Will stay up late to discuss philosophy, death, and weird dreams

Hmmmm...

Demoman!

He's actually pretty hard to startle, so when you accidentally sneak up behind him, he doesn't really react

Loves listening to you ramble and will ramble himself when given the chance

Show him all the little reptilian friends you've caught he gets super excited to see them

He'd gladly go out into nature to spend time with you

He's got all sorts of mythology stored in his brain and he'll share every single story with you

He's never been the best cook so whenever you make him stuff he's super thankful

He loves to cuddle you or just random hugs and kisses throughout the day

Doesn't matter if it's 8:00 pm or 2:00 am he'll discuss any sort of dreams or philosophies you've thought of

#tf2 x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #matchups

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chaoticor · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 .

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : natsu dagneel ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 : single ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 : fire dragon slayer magic (and its off shoots like dragon king mode but not the lightning stuff), enhanced senses, enhanced strength, enhanced speed, immense durability and endurance, immense magic power, some demon shit. very rudimentary transformation magic. ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : charcoal gray ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 : salmon / light red (he calls it light red) ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : happy and ingeel first and foremost. and he considers his friends his family. ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 : he had a lizard when he was 11 but it went missing :( ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 : attitude :/, people abusing their power over others, demons, zeref ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 : training, running, trying all types of hot sauce, ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 : he has, yes. mostly under the whole demon unleashed thing. he doesn't remember it fully, after the transformation. ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 : i feel like im obligated to choose fire salamander. lizard boyo. ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 : arrogance, living too much in the moment, impulsiveness, not thinking critically ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒 : igneel, makarov ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : he doesn’t know??? he thinks some people are hot, others not. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 : he hasn’t thought deeply about the marriage part. but. he does like kids. and he likes the idea of being a dad someday farrrr into the future. but he would want to make sure he can be there 24/7 for any kid he would take in or have with someone. and maybe teach them magic if they wanted to, but mostly to protect and love them. ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 : abandonment, loss, emotional conversations ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 : crocs, vests — ab show always and his scarf. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 : igneel and happy are the easiest ones. then, there’s lucy, lisanna, erza and gray. all his best friends. and honestly? a lot of people. natsu is someone who loves easily, for better or worse. ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 : natsu never changes who he is and while that may be to his detriment at times — it says a lot! when / if he wants to be friends with someone, he tries to help them out and spend time with them in fun ways. sometimes its not always fun for the other person but natsu does have enough natural charm it mostly works for him. people get what they see from natsu and he does live life thinking the same can be said for others. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 : hot sauce. he really likes green tea, actually! ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓 : magnolia forest. he loves hanging around there and exploring. he tries not to get in porlyusica’s way. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 : he loves both! but if he had to choose - lake. he has a lot of fun memories of swimming in those. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 : i think....someone who can ground him a bit. and someone who isn’t so stern as they can’t move with him, but they can’t be Just Like him. ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 : have yall seen his house? camping.

Stole from: probably myself, tbh? tagging: anyone and everyone who wants to!

#natsu: dash meme #natsu: hc #natsu: headcanons

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