@thiefofcrows said: "[Injury] ... whether or not you want to reverse it is up to you :))"
{♚ x PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY || Accepting x}
This wasn't supposed to happen. His first solo job and he fucked it up. Well... Kind of, at least. Long Zhi had managed to steal the documents he was supposed to steal with no one any the wiser. No one had seen him, no one had heard him. He'd been in and out within a matter of three minutes tops.
It wasn't until he was making his way back to the Slat that someone spotted him on the rooftops. And it was then that Long Zhi realized that Brekker hadn't been exaggerating: word had traveled fast. He hardly even knew which gang those men belonged to, but they seemed to know exactly who he worked for, and in what capacity. And apparently, that put a big, fat target on his back, even without the knowledge of what he had on him.
The first few bullets were easily dodged, so were the next few. Problem was, Long Zhi wasn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should've been, and the next roof was much narrower and steeper than the one before. He lost his footing and tumbled down, hitting something hard on his way down, and only narrowly avoided the breaking of his neck by cushioning his fall with his powers. Fortunately, he'd fallen down the opposite side of where the rival gang members were and managed to get away without further incident.
By the time he arrived back at the Slat and made his way into Brekker's office, the adrenaline had long since worn off. There was no time to assess the damage, but he was fairly sure he'd cut his side and broken a rib, too. He was mad more than anything. Mad, and disappointed in himself. He absolutely couldn't let Brekker know he'd been so fucking stupid. There was no way he'd keep him around if he couldn't even make it unscathed out of a simple fight. Especially one he had had the upper hand in.
Pulling out the folder, he dropped it onto Brekker's desk, before backing away again. He had expected the other's attention to immediately be on the stolen documents, but instead, his narrowed eyes were resting on Long Zhi's face. Slightly confused and feeling somewhat self-conscious, he reached up and wiped his cheek, only to see his fingertips covered in some blood. Ah, shit. Stiffening a little, he pressed his arm closer to his battered side and cleared his throat. "Accidentally cut myself climbing through the window. Their place wasn't in the best shape. Anyway, I got what you needed, and they won't know until it's too late. Is that it?"
Surprise!!!! At first I wanted to finish Arioch too before posting this, but it gonna be a while, so I settled with ladies first! Gift art in Bebez style for the amazing @moon-siders , of their Darksiders ocs from their fanfiction Bird Song. First up being the gentle Bird herself, and then the serpentine demoness Proserpine. Love these designs so much, and once I perfect Arioch in this style, I'll post too. Hope ya like and stay tuned!
Hey! This is really neat for you to have made this! Unfortunately I don't use Spotify myself, but if anyone would like to they could give a listen!
If I had to make a recommendation I'd say it'd probably be good to look into artists besides Lemon Demon/Neil Cicierega to add-unless it's an artist specific playlist and I misunderstood.
Personally, Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths always makes me think of the Zending myself, but that isn't specific to Drinky Bird.
More explorations through the parsed dialogue files. The nymph in Sharess's Caress (the one whose Fist client turns into a mind flayer) offers you a "moment of ecstasy" in return for saving her life - and apparently there are some character-specific dialog options for all of the origin characters (minus Lae'zel and plus Minsc) regarding their deepest desires. And I'm kinda having a lot of feelings about it.
Naoise Nallinto: The all-being. Here, there is no suffering. Here, you want for nothing. Here, you are anything. You have one word. Tell me: what will you be?
DARK_URGE: Sane.
Naoise Nallinto: You are sane. Time dances on in sequence, the winding path of time evens, and becomes straight. With a quiet head, you can once again hear the song of the birds and the wind in the grass. You pluck a flower, and it does not bleed.
SHADOWHEART: Whole.
Naoise Nallinto: You are whole. Within and without, free from expectation and the crushing burden of solitude.You are the entirety of you. Every path outward leads to adventures yet unknown. Every path inward leads to dreams eternally fulfilled.
ASTARION: Safe.
Naoise Nallinto: You are safe. The winds of fate blow you to the warmest of hearths in the most cordial of inns. Your seething passions lead only to pleasure. The touch of the sun comforts your flesh, but never burns it.
KARLACH: Alive.
Naoise Nallinto: You are alive. Your senses vibrate with sensation - smell, taste, touch, sound, sight. All alert to the beauty of now. The sound of your heart - your heart - beats a steady rhythm: Hello, hello, hello.
GALE: Wise.
Naoise Nallinto: You are wise. The erudition of the ages flows through you and from you, illuminating the scholars who seek your counsel. You know yourself, for such is the beginning of all wisdom. When souls would drink the waters of learning, you are their font.
WYLL: Free.
Naoise Nallinto: Then be free. You are an eagle, the most divine of messengers, soaring above the peak of Mount Sundabar. No man or woman, no devil or demon, no goddess or god dares confine you within one border or one creed.
MINSC: Minsc.
Naoise Nallinto: Er - you are Minsc. You are the most Minsc. Wherever you go, there is only Minsc. Every step, every breath, every thought shall be - the Minsc-est. (DEVNOTE: Confused but making it work.)
Hi, will there be a time when the Damirae fanzine won’t be available anymore? Or, become free?
At some point it, probably by end of summer, it will no longer be available.
As for free, I cannot say for certain. Last year's zine only became free as a means to promote this years zine. However, as of now, Vilavi nor I are planing on doing another zine in the future. It's a lot of work and I'm getting married next year ,so I won't have the time or the energy to commit to it. And I as far as I know, no one else wants to take on the responsibility. So it's unlikely we'll have another for some time. So the likelihood of making it free are slim, if any.
LOOK AT MY AWFUL BAD POORLY CONSTRUCTED BIRD EDIT.
It has parrots and other birds in it too
They are Australian birds because of.. um. Me. I am. Thhere .
The clips are all from this video
Uhm song is Fine by Lemon Demon because I like .it
Uh um Australian bird. Facts:
Palm cockatoo drums with stick and we don’t really know why woaoaoaoa
Palm cockatoo says hello naturally (without human interference)
Some people believe black cockatoos herald rain (I think this is true bc cockatoos r smart and can probably sense when and where rain will fall and then they go there. For water n stuff)
Uhm and and budgies can see ultraviolet light so those blue marks on their faces and whatnot shine n stuff and it is probably for mating porposes
Cassowaries can jump rlly high
Cassowaries (like most birds) are integral to the forest -specifically the rainforest- and they help spread seeds across the forest floor so that it has a diverse ecosystem of Trees N Stuff
Cassowaries are unfortunately endangered bc of invasive pigs, fellow cassowaries, crocodiles, and the hunting dogs sent in to get rid of the invasive pigs
Willie wagtails aren’t wagtails, but fantails, the largest I think.
Kookaburras are (loud-) the biggest kingfisher
Cormorants do the silly pose with their wings to dry them (which is kinda obvious)
Wild budgies fight in the dirt. Like wrestle.
Corellas are silly guys teehee
Uhm last fact: I once gave a crow one of my wedges and that was cool (probably shouldn’t have fed the wild bird tho-)
Oki bye bye thank you for readi g Bird Facts and for watching my u,m. “Edit”
(There is also a tiktok version of the edit that is much more of an edit and I like it better but I cannot put it in this post I might rb with it if I can)
People who hear it kinda zone out for hours or days, glass breaks, wood warps, and sometimes shit starts to float.
He thought it was another weird ghost power, and it is, but it's more aligned with what he is as a ghost.
See, ghosts have classifications. Blobs, Poltergeists, Reapers, Imprints, Demons, Angels, Banshees, etc.
Danny's technically a Banshee, but he uses his Voice differently than Ember.
His Ghostly Wail, for one, is a version of a Banshee Wail. Just, instead of emotional and psychological damage it does physical damage.
But his biggest difference is his singing voice; he keeps accidentally subvocalizing the Music of the Spheres, a song which no mortal was ever meant to hear.
Which is a huge problem, because he didn't know that Robin was stalking him when he started humming to himself in the grocery store.
Now Danny has to hide, because the Bats think he did something to drug their little bird, and they're fucking pissed.
Also was Nightwing always the scariest one? Was that just supposed to be a known thing? No one told him this when he moved to Gotham!
@thiefofcrows said: “∗ 65﹕ sender throws receiver into a wall during combat .
( more sparring shenanigans 😎 )”
{♚ x 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . || Accepting x}
It was by no means a daily occurrence, but Matt did try to make it a point to train as often as possible. It was nowhere near as often as it had been back in Shu Han, when he’d been forced to spend hours training every single day, but enough to keep his skills and reactions as sharp as they had ever been. A necessity in the role he was playing in Ketterdam, and even more so in his goal to protect not only himself, but the Dregs and, above all, Kaz.
Most of the time he was by himself; occasionally there was a group of Dregs that wanted to test their own skills by taking him on — always together, never alone. Not that that ever changed the outcome. Now and again Matt would take the time to teach them and refine what they already knew, giving them homework and then another chance a week later. More often than not, they showed immense improvement.
Kaz was no exception. Granted, he was a force to be reckoned with already, but that didn’t mean that Matt had nothing to teach him. After all, he had spent a lifetime learning and perfecting several different fighting styles, which meant he usually had the upper hand, especially after picking up on the dirtier tricks people in the Barrel —and most certainly Kaz— tended to use.
So saying he was surprised when his back hit the wall and all air escaped his lungs would’ve easily been an understatement. By the time he regained his bearings, Kaz had already procured a blade —dull, meant for practice, but a blade nonetheless— and pressed it against his throat. If it had been a proper blade, he would’ve undoubtedly drawn blood. Worse yet, it was a huge stab at Matt’s pride and ego.
Still, he grinned. A cocky, mischievous grin, that hinted at what exactly his current predicament truly stirred inside of him. “Well…” Lifting his hands in surrender, he cocked his head to the side as much as the blade to his throat let him. “What a surprising turn of events.”
For a moment, he considered his options. They admittedly were few and far between. And if he was honest, he wasn’t in a huge rush to change anything. An opportunity would surely present itself, and Matt would certainly take it. But he could wait. “Well then. Make your demands. I’m at your mercy, Dirtyhands.”