#Obsidian Bonesplinter

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My favorite character archetype is "oh no, not you again."

#Obsidian Bonesplinter

[nosydetective]

The drawing from this post still isn't finished, but at least I colored it!

#dnd #obsidian bonesplinter #character design

[werspinna]

MERCY :  for both muses to come across an injured animal.

A comprehensive list of scenarios !

This version of New York was made of high buildings rising like needles out of a sea that Miguel had noted, had probably risen and swallowed the city already decades ago. The skyscrapers covered in dark glass that looked like obsidian- solarpanels, Miguel had noted and Wolf had figured the usage of it out herself- had been build on the drowned foundations of the fomer New York and where Wolf knew would have been streets were now nothing but deep, dark waves against a bright blue, cloudless sky above that made this version of New York hotter than Pisas streets on a summer afternoon. In this world of lost streets-abadoned with everything the people of New York had owned when the water came-, bright sunlight and an eager, hungry ocean fell the thief that was Hydro-Man like a bee into the clover.

They had only been in this world for minutes, but in the stark sunlight Wolf felt lik she had been fighting for hours and the gambeson and tunic beneath her hauberk was drenched until she felt as if she was hurling around twice her weight.

That was when Wolf finally managed to throw a icebomb at Hydroman, the ice promptly closing around him to keep him in place but alread starting to melt in the stark sunlight, she did not managed to move out of the way of the last wave Hydro-man had send her way. The wave crushed against her like a masssive concrete wall. Wolf did not even had time to scream when she was thrown through the air and into one of the high buildings.

A wall of solarpanels broke in her back and Wolfs unhappy flight ended after leading through a few appartmentwalls in the corridor of one of the buildings with her sitting on rubble, her arms wrapped around a boundle of cloth that she had grasped to hold to, and her rips feeling like made of glasssplinters. All she felt was pain. All she felt was pain and her broken bones. All she felt was pain and her broken bones and those fractured bonesplinters slowly already statring tomobe and close heal back together . For a few seconds she just sat there on the rubble moveless, all eigth eyes as big as plates and her breathing shallow and hasty. Her breaths were hasty, painful, agonizing, yet the by her beeing thrown through walls shattered rips and spine already started to move back into their proper places and grow back together. A few more moments and she would be able to move again, painfully move, but still move and in a few hours she would be as good as new. It was only when Miguel ran over to her through the holes she had left in the appartmentwalls and the boundle of cloth in her arms started to move and mewl; that she lifted her head. One of Wolfs eyes promptly turned to Miguel like a carnivores eye after the movement of a prey, and another eye turned to the boundle in her arms from which three small, furred faces started to peek out.

"Oh! Kätzchen! Look at that! Hello, little Kittens, hello,yes you are nice, are you, very nice-" Laughing so loudly -trembling, still trembling, still painful- her voice seemed to echo against the inside of her helmet. The young woman started to coo happily. Leaning forward Wolf carefully inspected the small, unwilling passangers of her accidental flight through the air and checked them for injuries. One of her eight eyes was still turned to Miguel attentive while another kept track of Hydro-man in the already starting to melt icecube, yet the other six were carefully focused on the mewling litter. It was cool and dark inside the building, a stark contrast against the blazing sun and heat outside. If there were citizen living in this part of the building, then they had fled when Wolf had been thrown through the outside wall, so the only noise beside the soft rushing of waves outside were the sweet little mewls of the kittens and Wolf enchanted purring: "Yes, yes, you are the nicest, of course, little kittens. You are so nice, indeed, the nicest little kittens ever, just let me look if you are alright and your little paws are fine okay, yes, you are so nice-" [ @iobartach ]

#iobartach #[ v ] lupus non mordet lupum 🕷 #LOOK! KITTENS :D #does miguel like cats? #also:SOLARPUNK NEW YORK! :D wonder how a solarpunk spiderman would look like ...

[transmogwow]

Lumpine - Madmortem (eu) head: Helmet of the Molten Giant neck: Heart of Azeroth shoulder: Pauldrons of the Molten Giant back: Devoted Lookout's Windcloak chest: Battleplate of the Molten Giant shirt: Rich Purple Silk Shirt wrist: Earthcrack Bracers hands: Gauntlets of the Molten Giant waist: Uncrushable Belt of Fury legs: Bleakweald Legguards feet: Cracked Obsidian Stompers finger1: Smuggler's Cove Ring finger2: Bonesplinter Band trinket1: Plunderbeard's Flask trinket2: Lion's Strength mainHand: Strom'kar, the Warbreaker

#Worgen #Warrior #Plate #Alliance #WoW #Transmogrification

[cipheramnesia]

Cartoon versions of Obsidian and Mara.

I have to increase her height by 250% to make them work in the same scene.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #ttrpg #Mara

[cipheramnesia]

Obsidian Bonesplinter, on a stealth mission.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter

[cipheramnesia]

I don't precisely understand what an OC but you should send me asks about mine and I'll answer them like tomorrow or something. You can specify which one if you feel like figuring out who they are.

#or somethi idk #sleepy bored i have 50% of a chapter outlined #Obsidian Bonesplinter #Roz and Champ #Marlowe #Fireball Jill #Alice Buzzsaw #AthenA 6 #Miss Nothing #Pandemonium Tentatively

[cipheramnesia]

Having to do some character reworking to transition over to Pathfinder 2e, led to me thinking about how she's all deep down tragically sad and full of rage.

But also her being her usual massively overconfident, braggadocious self. She's gonna punch a motherfuckin giant in the motherfuckin face.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #my ocs #ttrpg #sketches

[cipheramnesia]

Made the profile picture for my girl Obsidian Bonesplinter, revised Pathfinder 2e version.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #ttrpg #pf2e #dnd 5e #pixie girl #she's just a bit under two feet tall #56cm for your metric users #her sword is nearly seven feet long

[cipheramnesia]

wishing I could be there to give comfort

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #Mara

[cipheramnesia]

Xena Warrior Princess will see anyone getting hassled by anyone else and be like “Hey are these guys giving you a hard time?” and then not wait for an answer before kicking their asses.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #xena

[cipheramnesia]

Obsidian versus the consequences of her own reckless actions, in the middle of experiencing regret while learning incorrect lessons only:

If charging into attack nearly gets you and someone else killed, next time charge SOONER and also stay far away from everyone else just in case. Another brilliant tactical decision that will have no negative consequences.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter #my ocs #dnd5e #technically looking at the stats on the beast we went up again she mighta saved some others #but you know how it is with an over acheiver she gonna blame herself for anyone getting hurt

[cipheramnesia]

I offer my services to help followed immediately by the worst thing you've ever seen.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter

[cipheramnesia]

I'm not aware enough of the risk to even begin to calculate it, but even if I was, I still wouldn't. I am bad at math but good at reacting.

#Obsidian Bonesplinter

[cipheramnesia]

A Girl And Her Dog - A tribute/fuck you to "A Boy & His Dog," Viktor Blud is the telepathic despot of the Gravestone River, but that won't stop Rosalie and her dog Champion from going after him to take their revenge. Champ is more of a borzoi pangolin monstrosity than a dog but let's not get picky. The setting is a sort of post apocalyptic weird west on the planet where gods go to die. As seen in Lisa Frank Gulch.

Short Change Hero - Down on her luck two and a half foot ex-allotment farmer turned hopeful adventurer turned disillusioned bouncer / part time leg-breaker Obsidian Bonesplinter didn't want to rock the boat but when her old family shows up in the magical city Eliriad they get caught up in a bad way. Now she's got a dead body to explain and a murder to solve if she doesn't want the cops to pin it all on her and the only roommate she ever had with a steady job. A hardboiled noir mystery taking place in a fantasy world of magic and elves and fantastical creatures.

Saw Down Heaven - Follow up to Girl Bites God, a ragtag band of queers and superhumans try to drive police out of their local community and set up a patrol free zone outside of the reach of law enforcement and, worse, the FCC. With the help of the mutant ringworm colony and hole in reality which together animate the undead corpse of Alice Buzzsaw (aka the Suicide Gorgon) and escaped mental patient AthenA Six, maybe they can pull it off. Takes place in the disentangled world, a setting where our world is slowly being folded into a parallel reality where physical matter never existed.

[cipheramnesia]

I think my writing would be more marketable if I wasn't obsessed with giving all my characters extremely boring names. Not that everyone needs to be named Benoit Blanc but it takes the wind out of the sails a bit when the exciting protagonist is just Jane or Roz, no last name provided.

I can sometimes give a character an unusual name (Obsidian Bonesplinter) but it has to be for very funny reasons (she made up a name she thinks is super cool for herself, because her given name is boring).