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logo-ssspathosss · 6 months

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team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

#qsmp team red #team bolas #bolas rojas #<- do they have any other names?#q!philza #q!cellbit #q!charlie #q!baghera #q!jaiden #q!foolish #q!carre #qsmp purgatory #thats a lot of tags omg #spatcat!!art

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piglii · 3 months

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thinking about the time I was around 9 years old and I'd decided I was sure Santa Claus didn't exist because I'd had this nefarious scheme - on my Christmas List for that year I'd added a thing I knew Santa could not reasonably provide - a creature I'd made up in one of my drawing books. I don't recall at all what the name I used for it back then was, but for the sake of convenience now let's call it a "Squirg."

"Squirg's" looked like this (artist's recreation)

(It was kind of just a little ball with and had a bird beak, and a very long tail it could use to coil up and shoot like a spring, bouncing around from place to place)

So on my Christmas Wishlist when I was 9 years old, I'd added that I wanted a real, live Squirg. And what's more - I didn't include this wish in my actual full wishlist for that year - I'd detached it. I'd hidden a small bit of this torn writing above a piece of tall, wooden furniture, figuring that if Santa was as real as my parents were claiming, surely he'd simply be able to find this hidden addition to my wishlist and deliver it to me. At 9 years old my doubt had really begun to grow as to whether Santa Claus was real. I considered this my personal Ace in the Hole for figuring out that question, and once I'd had definitive proof that it was just as I thought, I could set my mind at ease. In my mind, seeing that Santa couldn't do this thing for me was the shattering of the illusion. I'm sure Christmas went really well that year and I got all sorts of things that made me happy, but the realization that Santa Claus was a make believe thing definitely dampened my spirits at the time.

It'd be months later, (perhaps for my birthday but I'm not sure), that my step-grandmother showed up with something which at the time I didn't think very much of.

She'd stitched together a whole recreation of a Squirg by hand and given it to me as a present. Now at the time I was just 9 turning 10 or so and I was at exactly the age where I didn't want to be given stuffed animals as a present. I didn't appreciate the time put into it or the love to do something like that. It wasn't something I concerned myself with when I was a kid, but looking back on it my parents must've handed her the drawing and the little scribbled wish to Santa Claus, and she still gave her best possible human effort to give me that wish as best she knew how.

Of course, she couldn't have known that I wanted a real, live cute animal companion that I'd made up. Little kid me at the time was not very satisfied with the Squirg plush and ended up stuffing it away in my closet for years. At some point unknown to me it became completely lost, probably when my family was moving from house to house.

I wish I still had it. It was a really nice gift, not even taking into account the excellent craftsmanship. I was just very struck today by what a sweet gesture that was. To be a grandparent seeing her grandkid be disappointed by the world and trying to give me what she thought I wanted, even though I was an imaginative little kid who wanted impossible things.

it was a gesture made with a lot of love and even though the plush itself has been gone for a long time, there's a bit of Squirg-shaped love out there for me.

#my posts #I'm having a category 5 mushrooms event right now and experiencing shrimp emotions I think.#this is not a made up story btw this is to the best of my recollection. I wish i still had the Squirg.

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lex-the-flex · 2 years

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Oblivion

Morpheus x reader

Summary: In the wake of the Corinthian’s demise, an unsuspecting visitor to his realm captures the King of Dream’s eye, so the Endless does everything he can to fulfill this craving.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, slight angst and sadness, descriptions of injuries, brief nudity, love at first sight + first kiss, and Dream being the most loving and faithful husband material EVER.

A/N: I just finished The Sandman and it was so good! So I thought I’d combine two requests for this fic, which are; ‘where Morpheus makes you his queen’ and ‘the reader temporarily lives in the Dreamworld due to being in a coma and shares a relationship with Dream + first kiss.’

Remnants of strong salt filled the dark sand beaches of the Dreamworld and dragged through the hilly landscapes beyond. In the dull blue sky, the afternoon spilled amongst the clouds as a single raven flew in the air, surveying the land. Flapping his wings to keep up with the wind’s current, something or rather –someone caught his eye on the pebbly sand below.

Descending to the beaches, the loyal raven glided above the cold waves, and speckles of mist covered the tips of his smooth feathers. Landing on the ground, a deep croak escaped Matthew’s beak as he slowly approached the unconscious figure on the beach.

“Poor girl.” Matthew muttered at the sight of you.

Observing your nude form as you were on your side, with your arms covering your chest, as if you were trying to keep warm. Your hair blew against your pale face and your once pink lips had slightly turned blue from the weather.

Discreetly nudging your goosebump-ridden skin, a crinkle forms between your neat brows as if you were in pain.

“I wonder how long you’ve been out here.” The raven says.

With the sound of the crashing waves, your cracked lips begin to violently shake, and you begin to mumble gibberish.

“Now don’t you worry. I’ll be back with help.” Matthew advises, stepping away to ascend back into the sky once more.

Upon returning to the Palace, Matthew informed the man of the mighty Palace. Intrigued by the news, the King of Dreams follows his raven’s lead to the beaches down below.

*****

Returning to the same spot where Matthew left you, the weather transformed from the dull blue sky to a light grey atmosphere with the tide rising on its command. Looming over your shaking form, Morpheus softly pushes a few wet strands of hair away from your face.

“She’s beautiful.” He utters, basking in your presence before him.

“Tell Lucienne to prepare some broth and fire. This mortal shall have a place in my Palace.” Morpheus orders, removing his coat from his shoulders.

Covering you with his coat, Morpheus carefully scoops you in his arms, preparing for the long walk back to his home.

Within a few weeks, you were resting comfortably in the infinite Palace, and your recovery went far better than expected. The only thing that seemed odd was when Matthew managed to pull Morpheus away from your company after he was practically glued to your hip.

“What is it, Matthew?” Morpheus asked, drawing his attention from a book that you had taken an interest in.

“Boss, I’ve been watching Y/N for a while. Haven’t you noticed anything strange about her?” Matthew says, peeking an interest in the Endless.

“How so?” Morpheus asks, closing the book.

“Well, she’s never really …woken up yet. Y/N’s been staying away for almost four weeks straight. She couldn’t have been a victim of the Sleeping Sickness could she?” Matthew explains.

“No, I don’t think so. I think something might be wrong in the Waking World. I’ll find her first, then we’ll sort this out.” Morpheus advises, standing from his throne.

Squawking in agreement, Matthew flutters his wings, and flys back out into the Dreamworld to continue his duties. Deep in the darkness of his private chambers, Morpheus picks up his Helm with cautious hands, mentally preparing for what he might find.

Donning the beautifully crafted Helm, his palms opened, causing sand to pour from his hands, and he was off. Finding himself in the Waking World once more, Morpheus’s heart started to pound wildly in his chest just as he removed the Helm from his head. His bright blue eyes scanned the bustling streets of London as the multiple pedestrians seemingly went about their days, as if they didn’t see the Endless before them.

Trekking closely behind the crowd, something spawned in the cavernous pit of Morpheus’s chest, a feeling like no other. It was like he was yearning for your company in the Waking World. But he needed to see you in person, regardless of where you were. And he knew where to find you.

St. Thomas’ Hospital.

Morpheus’ brows furrowed at where he ended up. The last place he expected you to be was in a hospital. Surely you weren’t a patient?

Were you?

The question emerged in the depths of his mind, but disappeared with a quick shake as he walked inside, determined to find you. And he did.

There you were in room 512. Hooked up to two different machines for survival, your pulse remained constant, without skipping a beat. Feeling his knees buckle underneath him, Morpheus carefully made his way into the room, hoping to get a better look at you.

Standing at the foot of the bed, the King of Dreams lowered his head, and tears began to form behind his tightly shut lids. He refused to believe this is where you were, that this was your state. Cursed to live your days in a coma without any connection to the outside world.

“No. I refuse to lose anyone else. I refuse to lose you, Y/N.” Morpheus declared in a whisper, moving to your side.

Leaning down, Morpheus took your hand and pressed his pink lips onto your pale ones. He would not let this newfound love die with the snap of a set of fingers. You were the one for him, and he was going to see this through. Letting go, he returned to the Dreaming, vowing to love you all the same.

When he returned however, he couldn’t find you for a full month. Morpheus searched high and low and there was no sign of you anywhere. Then one afternoon, Matthew flew into the throne room with some news.

“Boss! Boss! She’s alive, I’ve found her!!” Matthew shouted with glee.

“Where? Where is she?” Morpheus asked, leaving his previous task behind.

*****

The shop’s bells jingled in delight as the front door opened, bringing in a new wave of sunlight.

“Sorry, we’re not open yet.” You said with your back to the door.

“That’s quite alright. I don’t mind waiting.” Morpheus replied, with a sly smile on his face.

Turning to greet the individual at your door, you immediately dropped the small clay pot.

“Careful now. It would be a shame to waste good tea.” Morpheus said, catching the pot with one hand.

Leaping into his arms, Morpheus held you tightly, and sighed into your embrace.

“How- How did you find you?” You ask through a series of tears.

“Matthew is quite a good raven, I’ll give him that. He misses you, Y/N. The Dreaming misses its queen.” Morpheus says, opening his palm, revealing a silver and sapphire ring.

Accepting his proposal, Morpheus led you to his home beyond the Waking World, and back down to the Dreaming once more.

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nasubeenwithcat · 4 months

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genuine question because its something i've been struggling with, have you ever drawn dj grooves and conductor kissing and if so do you have any tips on how to make it look right? me and a friend have been struggling to figure it out lol.

Hello! I too find it difficult to draw their kiss. I've drawn it, but it's hard to adjust the position of the beaks. If my answer will help the world to have more their kiss drawings, I will try my best...🥰

To begin with, kisses exchanged between birds are like toasting with a glass of wine. They kiss with the tip of their beaks. (In Japan, a light kiss like this is called Bird Kiss, but I wonder what it is called in English.) Anyway, this is easy.

But maybe what you want to know about is the beak-opening kiss. So I thought about that one too!

I think the easiest answer is to draw them in a mini-style. Not romantic, but cute. If you want to try something else, like this?

I've thought of the feeding of the bird as being similar to a kiss. Maybe you could draw it with that in mind.

That’s all!! Have a good day😘 If you have any questions, I will answer.

#a hat in time #my art #ahit fanart #ahit conductor #the conductor #ahit dj grooves #discotrain #dj grooves #my answers

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moonlit-imagines · 1 year

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The Falcon

Bruce Wayne x teen!reader

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a/n: ik this took forever but i fell IN LOVE with this song and it really did remind me so much of like, the court of owls and it just fit together so perfectly. literally been listening to this song nonstop. so good.

prompt: @qrow-shroomlight: “Hi!! I would like to make a request for the music event, can I request a blurb with the song "The Falcon" by Mimi and Richard Farina with Robert Pattinson's Batman and a child reader (like a parental relationship)? I was think the reader was an assassin but it can be up to you! Thanks!”

Ever since you could remember, you were a pawn to the Court of Owls. Well, you’d be more accurately described as a knight. You weren’t like their other soldiers, you were trained to be more. You weren’t an Owl, and maybe that’s what truly set you apart from them.

You were the Falcon. Perfect, pretty, and prized. Flaunted as the most efficient weapon there may be. You weren’t meant to be hidden within the Court, for everyone gawked at you at meetings and parties as you observed behind your unique mask.

A trained spy and killer, an assassin who answers to their masters without question. And if you were to have one, you shouldn’t expect a good answer. But you were good at what you did, it was all you ever knew. You were taken care of. But it was all you’ve ever known…

Now you sat across from the Batman, who gave you the answers you sought out in exchange for his life, although he was certainly a formidable opponent, you started having your own doubts of your capabilities when you faced off with him, before a draw was called for this.

“You…you shouldn’t be associating with them. The Court isn’t looking out for your best interests.” The Batman explained to you like you were a child, knowing full-well that you were much too mature for a tone like that.

“They are all I know. I may not know much, but I know when someone is speaking to me like I’m stupid.” You countered, growing increasingly agitated, but there was a fizzle of sorrow in the back of your throat. “I have always done as I’m told, it’s why they hold me to such a high standard.”

“Then why are you talking it out with your target?” Batman questioned. He could see your eyes from behind the mask just shimmer a bit as tears fought to spill, but you still had some control over said emotions. “You have lived in a cage your entire life, depending on monsters to keep you fed as long as you do their bidding, no matter how gruesome or immoral.”

“I don’t have morals, that’s what made me their top agent.” You snapped back, aching to just cave and agree with him, but it’d go against everything you’ve ever been taught. You looked through this narrow lens all of your short life, right and wrong being dictated by people hiding behind owl masks, feeling superior to all of Gotham, instilling their will no matter who it affects and how.

“You are a child. Not a Falcon. You have been robbed of a lifetime of education and experience that should have given you morals, taught you about the world.” Batman himself started to feel personally about the subject. “No child should have to see death, to look it in the eye.”

“I can’t erase what happened to me. I can’t start a normal life. This is what I’m good at and I’ll do it until I die.” You pushed against him in such a way that he knew you were doing it on purpose. The two of you stared at each other behind the obscure masks you donned. No words were spoken, no breaths were drawn, you just stared. Two dangerous, dark figures that found a story behind each others eyes. And then you sighed, removing your beaked mask and setting it before you, then pulling down your hood. “What do I do?”

“You have options. They’ll still be that of an abnormal childhood, but they’ll save you a lifetime of pain.” He said, leaving you desperate for more answers.

“Just tell me!” You banged your fist on the wooden table, not causing so much as a flinch from this protector.

“You’re going to have to defect.” He plainly stated.

“What? That’s your plan? That’s obvious!” You became more frustrated, letting the tears fall. “I need more, Batman! I am tired of being given easy answers to shut me up!” Batman stood up, rising above you and walking closer, which to you felt deeply threatening. But he placed a hand upon your shoulder and quieted you as you tensed.

“You leave them, you come with me.” That was the plan, his offer to you. “I know what it’s like, and if you come with me you can still do what you’re good at—to an extent.”

“And where is the line?” You grumbled.

“No killing.” You were told.

“That’s it?”

“No one needs to die. That’s not up to us.” Batman’s words happened to make perfect sense to you now. “You’ll be taken care of if you can follow along, but it’ll take some time. For now, I need you to wrap up any loose ends you might have.”

“I have to go back to the Court.” You told him.

“I understand, but don’t do anything you’d regret later. The no-killing rule is in effect as of now.” That warning changed your plan for the better. You would make sure they never forget what they’ve done to you.

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pomrania · 1 month

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Considering what to do for the bestiaryposting creature of this week. It's almost certainly a bird of some sort, in that it flies and has a beak, but I don't know enough about medieval aviculture to even speculate on what kind of bird it might be, that it's domesticated and in those colours.

I don't want to draw a bird, so instead I'm going to make it some type of dragon. And also, the wild variety will have JUST as much petty drama as the tame variety, it's just that humans aren't around to see it for the wild ones.

Think I'll go for a bipedal dragon, those are fun; and also means I'm less likely to end up drawing a cat. Still not sure whether "ash" means LIGHT grey or DARK grey. Trying to figure out what "variegated" might imply for the colours; I guess here it's some combination of white and grey.

Hoping that I'll be able to get something out for this week that's more polished than the previous three weeks. I've finished the cats-in-wizard-hats art event, so that's no longer going to interfere; plus my arm is functionally healed by now (I still put gauze over the area, but that's mostly to keep anything from interfering with the scab until it's fully healed). The BIGGEST most likely problem I can trace is that today I picked up a book I'd ordered, and while I don't have to worry about getting sucked into a story (and thus unable to come out until I've finished it) because it's a sourcebook, it's still something I'm very interested to keep reading.

I've a mental image, of some medieval farmer lady picking up one of these creatures (pulling it away from a hissing match with another of its kind) and going "why can't you be sedate and dignified like those ones flying overhead". Potential problems with that idea are a) will I have the time and energy to draw something that's actually a scene, instead of just what the creature looks like, and b) FOLDS IN CLOTH, they're the best thing about drawing animals in that animals don't WEAR clothes thus I don't have to depict how fabric drapes. Guess I could always do it as like a stick figure, on the side.

#progression #not a reblog

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wakebymoonsleepbysun · 2 months

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Ah, my dearest darling Music...you could not avoid my creature-ification beam forever. Honestly I'm surprised you avoided it as long as you did. I was hitting DJ and the DCA with it within a month of them becoming my blorbos.

Though I guess I should clarify, this is my second attempt at this design...the first one came out looking like an animu pretty boy. (I'll post it below the cut for y'all to point and laugh.) I wanted to keep his general shape, though make his head less blocky cuz biological. Funnily enough it was drawing the Smiling Critters Music Man that helped me figure out how to do that without just...making him look human. As for his body, a potbelly + narrow and sloping shoulders I think captures his shape pretty well.

ALSO. Like an octopus, he has no bones. (Except his teeth I guess? I guess octopi have beaks so that kinda tracks I think.) So he's very squishy and leaning against him is like leaning against a bean bag chair unless he deliberately tenses up.

And I draw a quick comic for how he and the reader first encounter each other. The reader, new in town, sees something strange in the water but doesn't get a good look at it before it hides, and then this happens:

FAILURE OF A MEETCUTE. Someday I will have Music and Reader meet in a way that doesn't involve the reader initially mistreating Music...probably.

Don't worry, Reader is actually quite nice to him once they realize he's not a feral kraken trying to swamp their rowboat. And eventually Music will get a smooch on the head to make up for the whap.

And now the result of the creature-ification beam still being partially set to human:

Yeah I got frustrated and abandoned it pretty quick. Probably didn't help that my first attempt at drawing him was in profile. =w=;;

#fnaf 6 music man #music man #octomaid #music man x reader #fnaf music man x reader #fnaf x reader #x reader #my art #octomusic au #i uh...might have started writing a little something for this #maybe it'll be my mermay project #since ccb will probably be done by then or close to it

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mr-nauseam · 5 months

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Practice 2

TW: Emotional dependency. Manipulation.

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Sejanus' hand began to bleed, staining his lower lip.

Noticing the taste of iron in his mouth, he regained awareness of the pain he felt but had ignored. He paused, and stared at his anxiety-ravaged fingernails. He remembered bitterly why he had felt such relief when Coriolanus had stopped speaking to him six months ago.

It didn't matter if it was good times, or distressing instants like this, when Coryo paid attention to him his world was eclipsed. Sejanus became helplessly incapable of thinking about anything but the welfare of that boy who smelled of roses. He was a prisoner of his own devotion, and he hated (and loved) so much to feel the way he did.

Coriolanus always had too much power over him. That was why it was so unfair that he should come to interrupt the quiet, pleasant life he had managed to achieve so much for him, much less that he should do it so abruptly, calling out to him, as his brittle voice echoed through the room, asking for help.

His help. Sejanus couldn't refuse him, even though Coriolanus had pushed him aside, letting him be alone again. Turning over the little device that played the message Sejanus thought that the circumstances would have to be extraordinary for someone like Snow to make a plea for help. As well as he knew him, he understood that this was a chink in his perfect armor of control and mettle, one that only he could witness.

It was only because of the courage he believed it took Snow to confess his apparent weakness that Sejanus wondered if he could forgive him his silence on his return from the 12th district, and the change in his gaze. At first he had been desperate, frantically chasing the tall, lanky figure of Coriolanus whenever he saw him in the crowd. In those days he was full of questions and longed for answers: "Why don't you greet me", "why are you avoiding me"

"Did I something wrong?"

Snow never bothered to listen to his grief. In fact, he tried not to be in the same room as Sejanus but there were a couple of times he granted his mercy. Like that encounter in the library. Sejanus had to venture into the ethics section of the compound for a class, he wandered through the shelves somewhat lost, because he hardly ever went near that section.

Not because he wasn't interested in the subject but his father had been so clear in his threats to be send to Dr. Gaul, that he had had to give up things that would ignite that little flame that still existed within him and begged for justice in an insane world. The best thing, no doubt, was not to give himself incentives.

At the back on a small table, surrounded by chemistry books, and biology, was Coriolanus, his curly hair shining thanks to the sun shining through the small window he was near. Sejanus approached, walking past him as if it were no big deal, and couldn't help but notice that Coryo was drawing a sinister but very beautiful bird on a pad. The strokes were a bit sullen for his taste, but still the drawing was impressive.

He was almost walking away completely when Snow's deep voice stopped him:

"You wouldn't like them so much if you knew what they were."

Sejanus froze. Not knowing what to say.

Coriolanus laughed lightly. "They're Dr. Gaul's creations. They're called Jabberjay, and they used them in the war to discover the rebels' plans. Do you want to know how they work?"

He didn't want to but he wasn't going to stop him. Sickly enjoying that he was talking to him.

Using his drawing as an outline he pointed out to him the details that revealed the artificiality in what looked genuine: a beak as long and thin as a needle, a deep but mechanical stare. "They can hear everything, always attentive to their surroundings and with the ability to repeat every word the traitors say. They were a very useful weapon, almost infallible but they were ruined."

Sejanus wait for more. He waited in vain.

Coriolanus forgot his existence again, and for some reason that to this day Sejanus cannot understand, he stupidly replied:

"They are lethal and fake but I still think they are beautiful."

And he withdrew, very self-conscious with himself. Ashamed, for having said it out loud. Maybe because Snow wasn't talking about the birds at all but himself. He was Dr. Gaul's new apprentice, her future heir molded to her cruel and inhuman ways. A liar, a lethal man but still beautiful. One that after all Sejanus still wanted.

Sejanus had been pacing around his apartment like a caged animal. Time was ticking and soon an hour would have passed since Coryo's call. Horrible scenarios about his friend's fate came to his mind like waves of a raging sea. He could clearly see him coming in with a black eye and a busted lip, trembling as he collapsed in front of his door. Perhaps he had been stabbed and the blood would stick his shirt to his shapely torso before he could knock on his door.

The thought was becoming unbearable, and Sejanus went to prepare a first aid kit urgently. He pulled out gauze, antiseptics, morphin even from his small shelf, anything to ease Coriolanus' possible pain. Then the doorbell rang and he ran to the door.

He saw no wounds. Coriolanus was intact.

It was disappointing.

#snowjanus #coriolanus x sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #fic #drabble #ballad of toxic yaoi

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fortheloveof-sebastian · 1 year

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Follow You

Pairings: Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Sebastian finds you with Highwing and convinces you for a ride, resulting in an afternoon you won’t soon forget.

Warnings: kissing, fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This was requested by @scarydeadlavender . I got carried away by this idea — anyway, I hope you enjoy🥰

“What is that?”

You whirl around, drawing out your wand. Out of all of the places to be surprised, the Forbidden Forest was not at the top of your list. Actually, you would prefer not to be surprised at all, but nothing did as much as seeing a certain fifth year standing before you.

You do your best to appear nonchalant. “What’s…what?” You ask innocently.

Sebastian’s features are composed into a mixture of disbelief and amazement. You think, rather briefly, that he looks particularly cute like that, his eyes widen and mouth open. But then he gestures behind you, breaking your trance. “The hippogriff standing behind you?”

“Oh.” You turn back as if this is the first time you’ve realized. “Yeah. Um, this is Highwing.”

“And how do you know Highwing?”

The hippogriff regards you in a puzzled manner, inquisitive eyes glinting in the light slanting through the thick canopy above you. If she could talk, you figure she would probably be saying: and who is this?

You shake your head — you only have enough energy to answer one ridiculous question at a time, and better to answer the one posed not by your imagination. Sebastian stares at you, a single brow raised, as if waiting.

“Well, before I answer that,” you say, raising your chin. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?”

It’s Sebastian’s turn to appear sheepish. “Yes. No.” A blush reddens his freckled cheeks. “Yes.”

“And why, pray tell?”

He recovers from his embarrassment quickly. The familiar light of mischievous determination ignites in his eyes. “I asked you a question first.”

Highwing tosses her head and grunts. Clearly, she’s sick of the evasive measures. You scowl. Resigned, you explain the adventure you had with Natty, how you snuck into the poachers base and freed the shackled hippogriffs. Sebastian listens carefully, without interruption, but his gaze occasionally drifts from you to the feathered beast behind you and back.

When you finish, his shoulders lift as if to say: I don’t know what I expected.

He replies simply, “I’m insulted that you go gallavanting around having wonderful adventures without me, but I suppose I can forgive you in the spirit of rescuing endangered creatures.” Sebastian rests his hands on his hips. “So, have you ridden it?”

“Her,” you correct. “And no, not since the night that we escaped.”

Sebastian frowns as if disappointed. “Why not?”

“I…I don’t know,” you admit.

“Do you think she would let us?”

You both turn to Highwing. The beast stamps her feet, then flexes her impressive wings, feathers rustling like leaves in the wind.

Sebastian grins. “I take that as a yes.”

“Okay, fine,” you finally concede. You review the proper procedures to approach Highwing with Sebastian, who waves you off. He executes the procedures perfectly, robes sweeping the leafy forest floor as he bows.

Highwing blinks. The slightest of a smile unfurls on your face as you watch the hippogriff dip her head, and allows Sebastian to stroke her beak.

He beams at you.

You climb onto Highwing first as she crouches down. Whispered words of encouragement leave your mouth. You thought that you were sparing yourself, having Sebastian at your back, but as his body falls into place, you realize you have made a grave mistake.

Sebastian’s chest is flush against your back. Every time you’re close to him, you’re reminded of how physically demanding he is, broad and strong and warm. His arms slide beneath yours and around your waist. The proximity is, frankly, intoxicating. Distractingly so. You swallow, and grab onto a handful of feathers near Highwing’s neck, hoping to refocus yourself.

“Ready?” Sebastian’s voice says, close to your ear, breath fanning across your neck.

You imagine how it would feel for him to kiss it.

Merlin’s beard, you chide yourself.

“Ready,” you say.

Then, before Sebastian can do anything else to unintentionally evoke inappropriate thoughts from you, you drive your heel into Highwing’s side. The hippogriff whinnies and her powerful body coils, before launching you both through the canopy of trees. Branches whip past your face then, as you explode into the open air, a cooling breeze greets you, pushing your hair back.

The Forbidden Forest disappears from view, and the rest of the landscape unfolds in front of you. Thick patches of forest, beautiful mountain ranges, and glimpses of glistening bodies of water. Your gaze races across it all, taking it all in without entirely believing that it was real, that you were really seeing this. In fact, you’re so immersed in the astonishing views that you temporarily had forgotten Sebastian was behind you.

He had been uncharacteristically quiet. You realize that, since sliding in behind you, his body has tensed and is now gradually loosening.

Highwing stretches her wings and soars over the tops of the trees. Wind rushes past your face.

Sebastian, seemingly without his permission, releases a cry of delight, one fist pumping into the air. You laugh. With Rookwood and everything that’s been going on, you haven’t had much reason for laughter, for the freeing sensation unfolding inside your chest. Soon you’re both howling and yelling into the wind, clasping your thighs tightly onto Highwing and holding out both arms as the hippogriff arcs over the countryside.

You finally direct Highwing to land on an expanse of field. Brightly colored flowers create an aisle as the hippogriff touches down. Sebastian hops off first, and offers you a hand as you dismount after him.

The smile on your face has begun to ache from the effort of keeping it, although you can’t seem to stop. Sebastian keeps your hand in his as he leads you through the field of tall grass and swaying flowers, the sound of your combined laughter joining with that of nature.

“Where are we going?” You giggle, exhilarated by your recent trip and the boy whose hand you’re holding.

Sebastian laughs and shouts over his shoulder, “I don’t know!”

He continues to guide you, hand in hand, through the field and down a hill. At the base of it is a small lake, teeming with lily pads and the shadows of fish flickering beneath the surface. It’s only as large as a standard classroom in the castle, but the sight of it thrills you. Sebastian releases your hand and runs to the water’s edge, before kicking off his shoes and wiggling out of his black and emerald school robes.

A strange heat pools into the pit of your stomach as he removes his vest and begins to work the buttons of his undershirt. When he catches you staring, he smirks. “Care for a picture?”

“Oh, bugger off,” you reply, laughing.

You stand a few feet from the shore as Sebastian wades in, clad only in his breeches. His back to you, you allow yourself to appreciate the sun in his dark hair, and the splash of freckles across his shoulders previously hidden from you now on display.

“Are you going to join me?” Sebastian asks. “Or have I made a fool of myself for nothing?”

You can’t help but grin. “You always look a fool,” you tease. You frown. “But I don’t want to get wet. How are we going to dry off?”

Sebastian beckons towards Highwing, who roams at the top of the hill, grazing. “I say that we’ll be fine. C’mon, don’t be a spoil sport.”

“Well, in fear of that.”

You avoid his gaze as you remove your school robes, shortly followed by your shoes and vest. Too embarrassed to discard much more, you fold your arms in front of your chest and slip into the cool embrace of the lake.

You and Sebastian frolic in the waters like children, giggling and splashing one another until you’re both drenched. It doesn’t take long for your fingers to wrinkle, and the sun to burn your faces, so you drag yourselves onto the shore and lay on the grass, basking in the warmth.

Content, you close your eyes.

“You never did answer my question,” you tell him.

You hear Sebastian shift beside you. Prying open an eye, you find that he’s much closer than you originally thought, merely inches away. He’s laying on his side, one hand supporting his head.

He asks, “And what would that be?”

“Why did you follow me into the Forest?”

Sebastian smirks, but the tone of his voice betrays him. Slightly anxious, lacking it’s usual bravado. “I was hoping you forgot about that, but clearly I was mistaken.”

“You could never be so fortunate,” you reply. “I actually have an impervious memory.”

“Is that why you cheated on my Potions exam?”

You swat him, smiling. “Stop avoiding the question.”

Sebastian sighs in a resigned matter. “Fine, if I must tell you, I was following you to ensure that no harm came to you.”

“Really?”

He nods. “Now, before you say something about how you’re perfectly capable of protecting yourself, I already know that quite well. I suppose that I just couldn’t help myself.” A look of guilt passes across his face. “I hope you aren’t cross with me.”

“No,” you say, softly. You digest this information the way that you might savor the last piece of a particularly delicious hard candy, rolling it over in your mind and enjoying the taste of it. “I think it’s rather sweet of you, actually.”

Sebastian’s expression changes again, this time in a way that renders you speechless. His handsome features soften, revealing a fragment of vulnerability that you hadn’t seen but once before. Using the hand not supporting his head, he captures a lock of your hair and gently, painfully intimate, tucks it behind your ear.

“I care quite a bit about you,” he breathes. “I shall like to do everything in my power to keep you safe. However much you allow me.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel your heart begin to beat furiously. “I care about you, too.”

“And I shall follow you to the ends of the Earth if necessary. Or, perhaps, just the Forbidden Forest,” he adds. A grin breaks his serious expression, although you sense that he’s still being genuine.

“I think that I would like to be followed by you,” you tell him. “As long as you allow a little following as well.”

Sebastian laughs, tilting his head back, and the sound fills you with light.

“I suppose that’s fair.”

In an desperately smooth maneuver, Sebastian closes the space between you. He rolls you onto your back so that he looms above you, one arm trapping your head while the other comes to rest on your cheek. His eyes dart to your lips.

“To following each other,” he says.

“To following each other,” you reply breathlessly.

He kisses you then, and he tastes of lake water and hard candy and sunlight, of adventure and love and friendship. And happily you sink into him — as much as you knew in your heart that you would follow him anywhere, you wished that you could remain in that moment forever.

#hogwarts legacy #fanfic #sebastian sallow #oneshot #request #fluff #kiss #sebastian x reader #highwing #hippogriff

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alpha-window-9 · 3 months

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Okay, my voice designs are complete! I am about to ramble about them.

Some general comments before getting into each individual one; I'm terribly inexperienced at drawing creatures, so while I adore how some artists are making them different birds and I would've loved for them to have actual beaks, I care too much about quality to do that to myself. So I just gave them pointy noses. Don't question the ears. At first I was just going to make them all have different outfits that could be worn by any gender or shape of person, because anyone can play the game, but that got in the way of other ideas I had. So they all have different styles/proportions to make them stand out. At first they had different feather bits, but then I realized how much I liked the cannon Long Quiet's little head bits that look like cat ears, which are already super expressive. So I went with that.

Going in rainbow order, first we have Voice of the Paranoid!

I'm pretty sure his was the first of the group I designed, or at least, he's gone through the least revisions. I went full bug-eyed panic obviously. The eyes also make squinting in suspicion very obvious. While I like the designs that include the vital organs he keeps running, he serves a more general role in other routes. The outfit was the hardest to figure out, but I landed on the baseball tee because it was a bit more distinct, not too childish, but still very casual. Some symbolism I realized later is that you get to the Nightmare route by making choices that are uncomfortably in the middle, and that's reflected by Paranoid's shirt and pant sleeves stopping in the middle of the arm, right in the joint.

Voice of the Skeptic.

This one was the hardest for me. I don't know him too well, and he doesn't have a specific action or attitude to play into. I finally got an idea when I decided against using realistic proportions for a different voice, that Skeptic was perfect for realism, he's all about facts and reality. The glasses came pretty quick, and I decided on the beard because he needs something to stroke in contemplation. He almost had a pipe as well, but I decided against it. The outfit was difficult again, I looked up a lot of references to scholars and various sherlock interpretations, and finally decided on a dark academia style turtleneck and the long coat, which was everywhere in my searches. If you could see both of the little head thingies the other one would be sideways kind of like a quirk eyebrow.

Voice of the Contrarian.

While I adore the jester parallels so many others have made, I wanted to focus on the immature side of him. So he's a little brat with a backwards baseball cap because he's rebellious. I wanted to make sure to incorporate the sympathetic side that shows up later in Stranger.

Voice of the Opportunist.

He's honestly one of my favorite voices, and I think part of that is how he's good with people and social interaction, so I leaned into that side by going for a sleezy business man aesthetic. He also mentions that he likes to travel, so I gave him that excellent shirt. He's on the business casual side because you can't be serious all the time, you need to relate to the people. He doesn't know what the earpiece is for, it's just there.

Voice of the Hero.

Everyone's favorite boy! My main goal with the body type was friend shaped. Cause he's your bud. Went with the classic Link tunic because it's so incredibly hero coded, and the half cape to keep it fresh and friendly. I liked that another design gave him pauldrons to convey an upside down triangle shape, which represents intelligence and change, which I thought fit him very well. But fighting isn't really his thing, so I went with only one, putting the design off balance in a way I really liked. The head thingies came like first try, he's definitely swoopy and dynamic.

Voice of the Hunted.

This one sucked to design because as I said previously, I'm bad at animalistic designs and shapes. My first thought was an Australian Bear Grylls type survivalist with realistic proportions, but it wasn't quite working and I loved everyone else's feral creatures. So I tried. The hair thingies came to me at random, and I like that they look like deer antlers. By this point I had everyone else down and none of them had a top heavy face shape so I tried that for Hunted and I liked how it turned out. I learned in my failed creature designs that a wide neck was important, so I did that. I kept the shark tooth necklace for flare.

Voice of the Cheated.

I got very tall vibes from him for some reason. Maybe because it helps contrast his squinty eyes. For his outfit I went with a "someone who went broke at the casino" vibe. It felt right for everything to be mismatched, uneven, and messy. He's also the only one I gave a tired line.

Voice of the Stubborn.

Of course he had to be buff, also wide things are sturdy. The tank top was the best shirt to show off those muscles, and I feel like the basketball shorts were a necessity for this stereotype. Thick eyebrows because angry. His head thingies are tiny and adorable mostly because I found it a funny contrast. The blue was honestly a bit of an afterthought, I'd already given red to Paranoid, and the orangy colors felt too weird for him. I think the blue works though.

Voice of the Broken.

He's small. I had to go for a hoodie because it's gloomy and also to give cult vibes. The face needed to be big in order for those watery eyes to be prominent, and I felt keeping it in shadow was the easiest way to keep it simple. I had a lot of crazy ideas about unmatched puzzle pieces and wobbly towers that I'm incapable of executing, but I needed some sort of literal expression, so there's that big scar. The little line on the top is supposed to evoke a puppet whose string has been cut. I imagine that the others drag him around by it if they get frustrated.

Voice of the Cold.

It was a bit difficult to figure out his design until I realized that he's the type to do hard drugs if given the opportunity to. Then things clicked. And once I made the connection of black lipstick, everything came together. The head thingies are supposed to look like dreadlocks.

Voice of the Smitten.

I struggled so hard with this. I can not draw handsome people, but I can't have Smitty looking like a dork. The swoopy head thingies were easy enough, but most of the rest didn't look right, or was literally just Roman from Sanders sides. But I got in a chin, and decided to go for the heart body shape and I think it turned out well in the end. I was even able to keep the shirt sleeves and bowtie that I had discarded earlier for being too dorky.

#slay the princess #stp voices

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fanstuffrantings · 5 months

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Going to ramble for a bit about some alterations I made to team CRDL. I'll put it under the cut for anyone curious:

Cardin first: I wanted to bump up red as a color. I'm fairly certain brown is what they use on his wiki but since I think a Cardinal was his design bird I wanted to draw visuals from that. I didn't change a whole lot because his design is the most unique next to russels but I figured the jacket would give him a feather look. The jacket is also heavily inspired visually from 1860s military jackets which was when the Winchester gun company was founded and since in my rewrite he's the heir to an old money weapons company and I'm leaning into Winchester as a name mattering i thought it could be fun to play with. His hair was more obvious, I wanted to mimic a Cardinals head.

For anyone curious I think he like Weiss would have a genetic Semblance that allows him to lock onto someone or something he sees in a fight and know where they are at all times. But at least at the start he can only do it with one person and it requires concentration.

I think his family would be from Atlas and him and Weiss would've seen each other sometimes at the same parties. Not exactly friends but familiar with each other.

Russels design always bothered me but I couldn't figure out why. I didn't want to completely change it but I did need to alter it. So I thought why not up the punk factor and make him look more like he'd be the one surviving a rougher life style since in my rewrite he's from a mountainous town that deals with a lot of Grimm. He got freckles to match the spots on his namesake bird a long with a more pointed nose. I also altered his Mohawk to have it cover to his hairline.

His semblance was a bit trickier but I thought the ability to silence himself and the things he interacts with to make himself almost undetectable would make sense for his history.

I'd say he's from around Vale and a less notable family.

For Dove his colors were altered and since he's supposed to be the best fighter on the team I thought making him the most militaristic of the group would be a good idea. I shortened his hair to match the headshape if a bronzewing bird a long with changing his nose shape to match how it's beak is. His eyebrows were based off a picture I used for reference from the bronzewing and his heterochromia was to add in some of the rainbow colors you can find on their wings.

By the start of rwby he wouldn't have his semblance figured out yet because he'd be focused on honning his physical skills.

I'd place him from atlas and a military family.

Sky had the least character information but I remembered seeing he was more social so I figured making him a more flirtatious/showy character could round the team. His hair was once more altered a bit to match how a Skylark's feathers lift on their heads. In my rewrite I have him be from a family of musicians since larks are songbirds which adds to why his outfit would be more ostentatious than the rest of his group. His design gave me the most trouble since I enjoy designing more medival/dnd fantasy characters than the more modern that rwby is known for. As such his clothing may change.

His semblance would allow him to shake the vestibular. Which is a part of the ear that helps people keep balance. To do this he does have to sing.

I think him potientially being from a musical family in vacuo could be interesting.

#rwby #rwby rewrite #team crdl #molten rambles #molten tarts

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jadevine · 7 months

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What's up folks, I have recently gotten back into one of my scripts called "TAKOTSUBO: The story of a superhero."

The story:

-Is heavily deconstructive. "Who gets to be (called) a superhero and who's just (called) a gangster/vigilante? It probably depends on if you're white/Caucasian, and which side of the government you're on."

-Is not completely Filipino-centered, BUT it has a lot of Filipino spirits and the Tagalog deities wandering around, forgotten and often shunned for being dark-skinned and non-Catholic. I initially had them wearing tribal tattoos because I fell into the trap of thinking that ALL Filipinos used to tattoo, so now a lot of the young spirits have modern tattoos because they just REALLY don't want to be seen as Catholic, or "potential converts."

-The general look/theme is "The Wizard of Oz gone apocalypse." The Facebook friend that I asked this about apparently LOVES my concept art and the costumes, so... yay?

One person said that this would be pretty damn expensive to pull off as live theater, especially for a new writer with about three acting friends. My Facebook friend mentioned that it may actually work better as a TV series.

Either way, I do not have the money to pay 50-odd actors and however many crew members to make an urban-fantasy city, a dragon, and get in a shitton of staged gang-fights, and I don't want to ask people to VOLUNTEER to do this for free.

Like, there "passion project" and then there's "safety concerns that would be better solved with money."

Sooooooo while I finish the main script, I am going to revisit all my character designs and possibly relearn how to draw, in case I need to make this an actual comic book. One of my proper artist friends has also offered to draw stuff for me, which is really nice! And also kind of terrifying, because I know how expensive ink and paper or a tablet that simulates ink-and-paper IS.

But one person volunteering to draw is still a lot less expensive than a whole cast and crew. So that's on hold while I finish the script and redraft my character concepts. Here’s an in-progress sketch of Lolo the dragon, one of the new-new-new draft’s characters. (He was technically always going to show up, but since I heavily shifted the first third or so of the script around, he appears much earlier in the latest draft.)

I imagine Filipino dragons can raise/lower their dorsal fins as needed. In person, Lolo’s mouth looks way too much like a bird beak, but it seemed to even out after I took a photo. Maybe the sketch lines are throwing me off.

Filipino dragons were often called "buwaya" or the local term for "crocodile." The two creatures were basically interchangeable, and a lot of modern people mistakenly think that we didn't HAVE dragons due to the confusion, so that's why I decided that I didn't want Lolo the dragon to look like a mainland/Chinese dragon.

As for why a dragon is called "Grandpa," that is partly because Lolo is indeed old and grumpy, plus he's an homage to Lolong, the largest confirmed saltwater crocodile. The leader of the crocodile hunt was an older man called Ernesto Goloran Coñate, who was nicknamed Lolong by the others. Ernesto was relentless in searching for an alleged maneater, but unfortunately the strain of looking took its toll on him and he died of a heart attack just a few days before they caught this stonking huge unit, so the others named him "Lolong" after Ernesto's nickname.

I have a lot of feelings about Lolong the crocodile, because there are TWO mythological coincidences here!

-The only thing our ancestors agreed on is how we revered crocodiles, and some ethnicities considered them to be ancestral figures, so we did often call them "grandfather/grandmother."

-Some people believed that a regular crocodile could turn into a dragon through human sacrifice, because they needed a soul. And it apparently had to be a sacrifice; we had rules for if a crocodile just wrecked someone's canoe and ate them--their soul went to the good afterlife, and that was it. A crocodile that received a human sacrifice would often become a clan's ancestor/founder, so with the constant wariness of spirits in Filipino folklore, I imagine people started calling EVERY crocodile "grandfather/grandmother" just in case.

Yes, the part about human sacrifice is going to show up in the script. It makes me think about how Western cultures heavily fear death and how colonizers sensationalized the practices of "savage brown natives" while they were converting us to Catholicism, and how modern Filipinos often fear/hate crocodiles as being greedy or vicious (we usually call dirty cops and politicians "buwaya").

So I'm gonna make that everyone else's problem, too.

#urban fantasy #filipino mythology #writing #superhero

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iraprince · 2 years

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If you're sorta making this into a vtuber account i might as well ask you, with those pngtuber models, do you have a guide on how to get started with them? Also, do characters need to have humanlike face proportions to be able to like, work correctly? What if you wanted to make a bird, where the mouth is like really long and beak shaped? Would that be a problem for the honk stuff?

God this looks incomprehensible, sorry

not incomprehensible at all! whenever i get a chance i would definitely love to put together tutorials, both quick step-by-step guides and longer videos (bc idk about you but for me, the ideal is when BOTH types of tutorial exist lmao!!!)

in the meantime, there are tons of tutorials that already exist on youtube for pngtubing, and a few for setting up in honk specifically, but i'm not sure how many exist for best ways to actually draw the model and organize parts (layer organization etc) and stuff like that bc i didn't look for those when i was getting started. when i get around to it any guides i make will probably be more about that than the tech stuff, bc other people already have the tech covered!

honk has documentation/guides of its own, and the community page on itch.io can be really good for troubleshooting specific issues. honk is my primary recommendation if you want to get into pngtubing -- the program is paid ($12 USD) and model setup is a bit more laborious, but only in the beginning, and i think the liveliness of the lip sync and the eye tracking is well worth it! a downside is that honk doesn't currently have gif support, which a lot of other pngtubing programs do have, but there are plans to add it in the future.

this is the method i've used for setting up a discord reactive pngtuber (the second method on the page, "stream kit reactive images" - i know it may seem like a lot of steps, but if you take your time and follow the instructions closely it's not so bad! i am NOT tech savvy and still figured it out, so anyone can.) you only need discord and OBS to run this setup, and you can fiddle with it to do collabs (multiple people's pngtubers all on screen at the same time, lighting up and talking while you're in a discord call! fun for multiplayer games), but of course it can also be your main setup with just you alone in a private voice channel as your mic input.

and a good middle ground between honk and the discord reactive setup would be a program like veadotube mini! it does the same thing as the discord reactive setup (display a talk sprite when you're talking and a silent one when you're not), but in a self-contained program on your computer just like honk. i haven't used veadotube myself, but i see other pngtubers mention it as their program of choice.

i do have one video up of myself rigging my model in honk -- i wouldn't call it a guide or a tutorial though, because it's very informal and we also ran into a pretty annoying bug that made the process go less smoothly than i would have hoped :') (also the first few mins of video are muted bc my music got dmca flagged lmfao but the important stuff is all there!) but anyway if you just want a quick look at how a model looks getting put together in the program you might find that interesting.

you could ABSOLUTELY do something like the bird u described in honk, it's really really flexible. the way honk works is u just have to have different images drawn for different lip synch mouth shapes (try googling "animation lip sync mouth shapes" and check out the image results for an idea of what i mean), assign them to different consonant/vowel sounds in the program, and it automatically matches it up for you with voice recognition. so imo the challenge in that case would be an art challenge (figure out how you want to draw lip sync shapes with a beak), not a technical/program-specific challenge. but if you didn't feel like fucking with all that, you could just repeatedly use the same open beak image for all the sounds, and it would just make the beak open and close when you talk!

i haven't tried making a honk model where the mouth breaks the silhouette, which might be the case with a bird character like that depending on how you have the head angled, but theoretically i don't see why it would be an issue. a regular pngtuber would be really straightforward as well!

#vtuber #pngtuber #i wanna tag this something memorable so i can find it again if someone asks lol #idk uhhhh.#save #ALSO forgot to mention this but i don't want to actually do tutorials until my own workflow is uh. more optimized #because right now it's really hacky and stupid sometimes lmao!!! it works but i dont want to like. kind of Teach ppl to do stuff in a way-#-that's unnecessarily complicated or obtuse just bc i happen to be plowing my way through without a care #vtubing help

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hellhound5925 · 9 months

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Why do they call you Hellhound?

So here's a little something different I hope you all enjoy. I began thinking about my username and what it means to me. I really love dogs and wolves (I have a pair of wolves tattooed on my ribs) and one day I was trying to think of a cool gamer tag and Hellhound was born. For the sake of me loving Mandalorians here's my mando version of the story!

Part One

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As a child on Mandalore I was always fascinated by the Kyr'oya'kar or known to the rest of the galaxy as the Mandalorian wolf. They were typically found on the moons surrounding Mandalore...specifically Concordia. They were fierce and highly intelligent animals that typically would hunt in packs. From what I've been told, these wolves could be seen roaming around the dense wilderness back in the day and the Taung's would often hunt them, making them almost go extinct. But I caught wind of a legend, Kyr'oya'kar on Mandalore in a wooded area close to my home. Many said it wasn't true and not to believe everything you hear. But, I knew it was out there...somewhere....I could feel it...

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When I became a teenager I wandered through the woods, climbing trees, shooting targets I made, and hoping I would catch a glimpse of Kyr'oya'kar.

One day I was running my usual route through the woods in my full armor - Finally proud of the fact I had all my pieces. Dropping out of a large tree, I heard a loud shriek from above and a large shadow passes over. Looking up, there was a shriek hawk circling me, likely wanting to make dinner out of me. "Osik (shit)..." I draw my blaster, running as fast as I can before tripping over a root sticking out of the ground.

Having fallen face first into the ground, I roll onto my back and brush my visor off. The hawk takes the opportunity to swoop down, trying to grab me, and I realize how large the thing is compared to me. It opens it's razor sharp beak and I'm staring down the throat of the hawk, when a gut wrenching realization hits....it could swallow my head whole.... Ducking it out of the way, it misses. Rolling onto my stomach I takes a few shots at it, hearing the hawk call out in pain.

Getting to my feet as the hawk returns to the air I race through the trees towards the mountain. At the base of that mountain, theres a cave with an opening large enough I can fit through but small enough the hawk cannot. Just as I make it out of he trees and out into the open, the hawk drops down again, pushing me forward with it's large talons, knocking me over. Attempting to brace myself, I stop rolling and come to a halt but in the process my blaster was knocked out of my hand and is too far to reach.

Scrambling on my hands and knees I almost make it to my blaster before I hear a deep growl coming from behind me. The noise causes me to freeze in fear. The hawk shrieks again before I hear the swoosh of wings like it's going for another grab at me. Curing into a ball, I pray to my ancestors this isn't it for me.

There's an awful noise like snarling and screeching before it goes eerily quiet. I open my eyes wondering if I'm still alive. Slowly sitting up I look around to see the hawk to my left, now in a lifeless heap. Out of the corner of my eye there is a large shadowy figure stalking a circle around me. Very slowly I reach down towards my boot where I have a vibroblade stashed and turning my visor so I can see the figure straight on. The very large black canine with eyes that you would swear glow red and orange, moving like a fire, was not at all what I was expecting to see. "Kyr'oya'kar" I whisper under my breath. The large beast stops circling and looks right at me. I don't move, other than white knuckling my blade, in fear that it might decide to make me it's appetizer before dinner.

The beast, in slow fluid movements walks straight at me and stops just inches from me, it's breath fogging the outside of my visor. Very slowly I reach up and remove my helmet showing the beast my face, blade still in hand just incase. I look at the ground to show my submission so it doesn't feel threatened. Something warm and wet touches my forehead and I'm forced to look up. The beast is sitting in front of me and I swear the thing is staring into my soul, reading every part of me. I feel like I know this animal and an overwhelming feeling washes over me, I know now it's not here to hurt me. Feeling the blade slip between my fingers, it hits the ground but neither of us move. Theres a conversation is being had, yet no words are spoken...

Removing one of my gloves, I reach my hand towards the beast and it bows it's head, allowing me to touch it. The fur is corse and soft all at the same time. Firey eyes slowly close and the beast let's out a breath. I too let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. A connection is made, one that I do not fully understand.

After a moment the beast stands, circles me one more time before running off into the woods. "Pare! (Wait one!)" I yell, reaching out, but the wolf doesn't stop. I quickly gather my things and make chase but am unable to keep up. I watch as it disappears into the dense forest, leaving me behind.

Deciding it would be wise, I make my way back to my home and tell the events to some of our clan members. They all blew it off saying I was making it up and that the story I heard was just a story so I decided to drop it for the time being.

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Over the course of the next few days, my dreams were filled with visions of Kyr'oya'kar. They are always exactly the same...It started with whispers of my name...the eerie sound carried on the cool night breeze to my window. It catches my attention, drawing me to it like a magnet. Before I know whats happening I'm in the middle of the woods, yelling can be heard along ith yelps of wounded animals. A wolf appears but not the same one I've seen, and it keeps looking behind it like its being chased. Feeling the animals fear, I try to ask whats wrong, but its like it can't hear me. Suddenly more wolves come through the woods followed by whoops and hollers of what sounds like a hunting party.

Panic sets in and we race through the woods, away from all the noise. Looking back I see only one wolf has followed me. "Come one we need to go!" The wolf looks back and runs the direction we came "No! Pare! (Wait!)" I follow watching as the wolf disappears into the brush but I hesitate. A loud yelp catches my attention, and without wasting a second more I head through the brush.

On the other side the sight is disturbing...Wolves everywhere...slaughtered and left to rot. Hitting my knees, the only sounds that can be heard now are my sobs and the breeze rustling the leaves in the trees. After a few moments I collect myself enough to look around again. The woods around me looks the same but the wolves are gone.

"Pare (wait one)....I know this place..." the spot in the woods where I'm standing is the exact same place I was attacked by the shriek hawk. Slowly I stand and get a good look at my surroundings. I stop when the familiar sight of fiery eyes catches my attention in the brush. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" I call out into the darkness. The whispering starts again but this time it's a mix of voices and I can't make out what's being said.

You're not like the others...

The voice takes me by surprise. It's soft and feminine, eerie yet some what seducing. "What does that mean?" Suddenly, the wolf runs and I chase...unable to keep up, the wolf disappears...not to be seen again until the next night.

Thank you @idoubleswearimawriter for the ideas!

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