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kendsleyauthor · 1 year

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Silver Ash: Chapter 3

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Warnings: Human sacrifice, captivity

Summary: While Mariana struggles to come to terms with Raiden's unwilling sacrifice, Raiden awakens in confinement--but a chance at escape may be within reach.

🌲 Silver Ash Masterpost 🌲

Thank you @marydublinauthor for beta-reading! 🌸

The Council is doing everything they can to distract her—all while trying to maintain that nothing of note had happened. Ever since she became the Lady of Shadewick just shy of a year ago, her days had been packed with lessons and meetings, but there had always been time in between to collect her thoughts.

The day after the Offering, Mariana is kept so busy that she has little time to wonder about Raiden. To wonder if he’s still breathing. To wonder if he is still fighting to survive. To wonder if he is now at peace with the mysterious knowledge of what becomes of the forest’s Offerings. But any time she tries to think, she is pulled into a new task.

Councilor Harlan wasn’t to quiz her on history. Councilor Sierra wants her to sit in on meetings with Shadewick’s farmers. Councilor Gabrielle wants to study her etiquette. Councilor Koan wants to review her self-defense training—he claims she is in the most danger from civilians after an Offering.

Mariana had woken up that morning with tears in her eyes and an itinerary by her breakfast tray. The Council means well. They know Raiden meant something to her, but in all their efforts to make her avoid thoughts of him, she cannot mourn properly. She knows better than to attempt to discuss the matter directly with them. She had argued with them for hours when he was chosen, to no avail.

In a rare act of defiance, she takes a detour on the way to Gabrielle’s study. Mariana’s etiquette is impeccable, anyway. But being late to a meeting isn’t very proper at all, is it, my lady? She pauses, gripping the stair railway while she chokes back tears. Although she hasn’t thought about Raiden properly, his voice still whispers in her ear, like he is strolling right behind her. She sets her lips in a hard line and makes her way through the castle courtyard.

Blessedly, no one sees her. She had told Eloise, her lady-in-waiting, to meet her on the other side of the castle—where Mariana had no intention of going. That’s not very proper either, my lady. I should start keeping a tally.

Exactly what he would say.

Yes, Raiden could be flippant about important matters, and he had the gall to tease her ruthlessly, but at least he never put up an act around her. He was always himself, for better or worse. Unapologetically himself. It made him one of the few people she could truly talk to, especially after her mother died. Everyone else behaved as though they’d be the next Offering if they insulted her in any way.

Considering Raiden’s sacrifice, perhaps they were right.

She reaches the bridge to the Silver Ash and cranes her neck to take in the sight. Its highest branches stretch even taller than the castle itself. It can be seen from just about anywhere in Shadewick—a permanent fixture that either brought a sense of peace or foreboding, depending on who was looking at it. The tree is surrounded on all sides by a lake filled with lily pads and koi fish, some of which gather near the bridge to follow Mariana as she crosses it.

“Sorry,” she murmurs. “No food today.” It is the sort of thing Raiden would be more likely to remember.

As she steps off the bridge and onto the island that is home to the Silver Ash, it is as though she is walking into a new environment entirely. The thick roots weave in and out of the earth, sturdy as regular trees. The impressive width of the trunk could hold several rooms within if it were hollow. Vibrant green leaves blot out the sun, casting the island in pleasant shade. Mariana takes a familiar path to the other side of the tree, ducking below and around the roots, her heart heavy with loss.

Her mother would bring her here when they wanted a quiet moment. Even after her passing, Mariana returned almost daily to speak with her. She had died shortly after last year’s offering. The illness had been sudden—so sudden and violent that Mariana was certain there had been some mistake with the Offering, and Shadewick was being punished for it. Her mother had suffered for a few short days, unable to draw a full breath. And then she was gone, leaving Mariana with her title.

Thankfully, the Council has guided her. From the moment of her birth, they have been her second family, but now, she works more closely with them. She still has much to learn.

“Hello, Mama.” Mariana takes her usual seat on one of the arching roots at the base of the Silver Ash. She smoothes her dress on her lap and gazes at the spot across from her, where her mother had once lounged. “I… I don’t understand why it had to happen this way.” Her voice breaks off in a pitiful whine. “Was it a random selection? Was it punishment for what we did? Oh, Mama. It isn’t as if Raiden wants to marry me. We aren’t like that. It was one night. One night without rules before the Council begins to line up well-bred suitors for me.”

Not even a breeze stirs the leaves in answer. She always hopes her mother is listening. But she has never heard an answer.

She thinks about speaking aloud to Raiden instead, but her heart shatters at the thought of receiving no sign from him as well. Yesterday, she visited him in the dungeon. She wants to curl into herself at the thought of their final conversation.

The guard had given her ten minutes to speak with him. Her heart broke at the sight of Raiden behind bars. It seemed cruel to cage someone so full of life. It hurt especially to see how his eyes lit up at her approach as if she might tell him there had been a mistake and he was free to go back to living his life.

She took his hands and squeezed them, praying he would understand. “I’m sorry. The forest wants you. The Council insists.”

His expression twisted with disgust. “The forest. The forest doesn’t know I exist.”

A little sob shook through her. “Raiden…”

“Mari,” he said, viciously mimicking her miserable tone. “The forest isn’t a creature or god or anything other than trees and dirt. You hear me? Trees and dirt and monsters, Mari. It cares about me as much as your potted plants do.”

Her mouth went dry. He easily read the horror in her expression and scoffed.

“Oh, what?” Raiden rolled his eyes. “Blasphemy is a completely unreasonable reaction.”

“You can’t speak in such a way,” she whispered. “The forest—”

“Already claimed my blood, according to you and the Council. So what does it matter what I say about it? What will it do? Kill me a second time?”

“It might make you suffer.” She shook her head helplessly. “I don’t have the answers, Raiden. No one does. If you accept your choosing as an honor, the maybe—”

“What if I fought back instead? What if there was a way to survive?”

“What?”

“Why does it have to be a guarantee that I die in there?” When she gaped at him wordlessly, he pressed on. “I didn’t want to tell you this. I knew it would freak you out, but… Do you remember Tove?”

“The hunter?” Trove had been an Offering some years ago when Mariana and Raiden were no more than ten. “What does he have to do with this?”

“She,” Raiden said pointedly. “She has everything to do with this, if you’d listen.”

“She,” Mariana said. “She was a huntress, wasn’t she? She got into trouble for hunting in the Havenwood more than once. The Council says the Silver Ash chose her for her disrespect. That the forest wanted her in return for the blood she had spilled illegally. Why are you bringing her up?”

He clenched her jaw and gave her a hard look—the kind of look that pleaded for understanding. “I saw her at the Silver Ash a few months ago, in the dead of night. She was collecting leaves from it. I followed her. She went into Havenwood and slipped past a breach in the wall, back into the forest.”

“That’s… impossible.”

“It’s not. It was her, I know it. She looked… different. I swear, Mari, I saw her. She had flowers in her hair—so big that they covered half her face. She saw me right before she went through the wall. She took one look at me, then ran off.”

“Maybe it was a dream,” Mariana said. “You know that no Offering has ever been seen again.”

“It wasn’t a dream. Am I mad, then?”

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against the bars. This was already hard enough without Raiden’s desperate hope thrown into the situation. “I… I don’t know what you saw,” she said gently. “But if you did see her—”

“And I did.”

“Maybe the forest uses her body as a vessel.”

“Great,” he muttered. “So even if I survive, I’ll be the forest’s puppet. Is that what you believe? Is that what I should be so honored about?”

“I’m sorry.” She squeezed his hand tighter. “I wish there was another way. Believe me, I tried with the Council, but they—”

“Oh, please. You know exactly why this is happening.” He was the one clutching her tightly now. “We were seen, Mari. I told you we were. I swore I saw a guard peeking into your bedchamber. You didn’t listen to me then, either. He went and spread the news, and now the Council has a perfect target to get rid of without fuss. I sullied the perfect Lady of Shadewick.”

“That’s not true! We… Even if we were seen, the Council has nothing to do with your choosing. The Silver Ash may be displeased by what we did.”

He gave her a thoroughly exhausted and disgusted look. It made her feel childish. He had never looked at her in such a way, through all his years of teasing. “Mari. Listen to yourself. Why would a tree care if we fucked?”

She shushed him. “We don’t know the intricate nature of the Silver Ash. It is beyond our comprehension, and we don’t need to understand its choices. We simply must obey, or the walls of Shadewick will no longer protect us.”

“Okay. So let’s say the Silver Ash abhors what we did. Why was my name chosen? Why not yours? What would you do if your name was whispered to the Council instead?”

Mariana yanked her hands away sharply and took a step back. “I would walk into the forest with my head held high,” she snapped, but her eyes filled with more tears. “I would die happy knowing that my sacrifice is protecting my people. I would take the sleeping draught without fuss.”

Strangely, his expression softened with pity. “You’re one of the brightest people I know,” he said. “You excel at every subject, you’re quick as a whip in so many things. How can you be stupid enough to believe these lies?”

“Raiden—”

“No. Fuck the Council. And fuck you.”

He refused to speak to her at all after that, and she had no choice but to leave when the guard said her ten minutes were up.

Fuck the Council. And fuck you.

She squeezed her eyes shut. His words echo in her ears, taunting her. She should be furious that he would speak to her in such a way, but all she feels is hollow. She looks up at the Silver Ash and runs her fingers along the thick grooves of the bark.

Collecting leaves. Raiden claimed the Offered huntress had been collecting leaves. Why?

Her gaze trails further, to the castle, to the surrounding buildings that lead into the main city. And beyond that, there are fields and homes. All of it, surrounded by the forest that is being kept at bay with a yearly Offering.

This is her home. Her people.

All her life, her mother taught her that sacrifices are necessary to keep their home protected. There have been a few breaches in the walls over the years, but nothing compared to what would happen if they angered the Silver Ash and allowed the beasts in. She recalls seeing the aftermath of a man torn apart by monsters following a breach. In her mind’s eye, she sees a massacre—and it would be all her fault.

She wasn’t lying when she said she would accept her fate if she was the Offering.

And yet, it pained her so deeply to watch Raiden as he was led out of the dungeon and into the carriage, bound for death. Per custom, Mariana was the one to administer the sleeping draught that would knock him out before he reached the ritual ground. It would leave him prone to whatever the forest had planned for him.

But something snapped in her—something she can’t explain even now. When no one was looking, she switched the draught for water. She whispered for him to pretend to sleep until he was left alone.

And she isn’t sure if she can ever forgive herself.

“Why did you let him run off in the first place?” The first voice is unfamiliar and unsettlingly close. “It shouldn’t have been hard for you to collect him.”

“I don’t know. He was annoying.” The second voice is more distant and unsettlingly familiar. “I found him in the end, didn’t I?”

Raiden fades in and out to the sound of the conversation. His mind is being held firmly underwater, and no matter how he tries to surface, he can’t find the strength to become fully aware.

“He would have been less annoying if he was asleep,” the first voice scoffs. “How did he wake up so soon? Did those dolts brew the sleeping draught wrong?”

“You’re asking a lot of questions.”

The second voice is undoubtedly the giant. His rumbling tone comes closer, drastically overpowering the other’s voice. Raiden is aware he is being touched, moved, and tugged at, but he can’t resist or murmur a word of protest. His injury prickles at times, but he isn’t awake enough to feel more than a dull ache.

Finally, the touches stop, and he hears no more of the conversation.

He dreams of the river lady and yearns to dive with her under the rushing current. He never wants to wake up, knowing he’ll find a world where she left him behind.

But he does wake up, whether he likes it or not. The voices have fallen silent. When he squints his eyes open, there is no sky, no trees overhead. Somehow, he’s indoors. The faint rustle of branches and leaves permeates through the walls. A steady wind is blowing somewhere.

He is laying on his good side—the one that wasn’t torn by a boar’s tusk. Through bleary vision and shaking fingers, he surmises that he’s laying on a roughspun blanket. His injury smarts as he pushes himself to sit, and he locks up in pain.

After braving the ordeal of moving to hands and knees, he notices that his shirt has mysteriously vanished. His abdomen is wrapped in cloth bandages. He brushes his fingers over the wrappings, disturbed by the thought of someone maneuvering him while he was unconscious. The phantom sensation of large fingers trapping him in their grip makes him snap to sharper attention.

He expects to find the giant looming straight over him, but the reality of his surroundings makes his mouth go dry.

Bars. Wooden bars, thicker than his arm, surround him. He freezes, staring straight ahead at one side of his cage.

It’s alright, he tells himself hurriedly. Wood. It’s wood. He can manipulate it and free himself, so long as the giant doesn’t catch him in the act.

Crawling to the nearest wall of his enclosure, he peers out.

The room is massive—a structure made of stone and wood that has doors leading off to who-knew-where. There’s no telling how big this place is, and it’s all the more difficult to get a read on anything when it all appears to be sized for a leshy. The walls themselves are a mixture of bark and rock, as if the building itself was grown and shaped from the ground up to create a refined dwelling fit for a giant.

This space appears to be a parlor of sorts. His cage is high off the ground, situated on what must be a table. On the other side of the room, there is one seat in front of a roaring fireplace. It’s somewhat comforting to see that lone seat—a sign that there is only a single giant tenant to deal with.

There is no question to whom this dwelling belongs when he spots the deer mask propped on the mantle. The empty sockets seem to spy on his every move even now.

Tenderly pushing himself to his feet, Raiden winces. He’s been treated and bandaged, but he still feels like he was trampled by a horse. His earthen abilities will not come so easily in this state.

He circles the cage to find the largest gap to make his escape. There is no time to wonder how he will get down from the table—not when he finally looks directly behind him and realizes that it isn’t wind that he’s been hearing.

The giant has been at the table all along, right behind him. A small noise chokes in Raiden’s throat, but he clamps a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise.

There is silence, save for the leshy’s steady breathing. His arms are folded on the table, head down. Sleeping.

Eyes wide, Raiden slowly lowers his hand and struggles to get a hold of himself. It hadn’t even occurred to him that a monster so archaic could sleep. In this state, the leshy looks almost harmless. Handsome, even, with that peaceful look on his face. Those imposing eyes are shut, and without the deer antlers to give him extra height, he appears more human than ever before.

If there is ever going to be a time to get away, it is now. The moment the giant opens his eyes, there is no telling if he’ll get another opportunity.

Raiden white-knuckles two bars of the cage and lowers his head in concentration. Dead wood is harder to influence than live, but impossibly, it appears that this wood is very much alive. He snaps his hands away from it and looks down. The bars were grown straight up from the table itself—which must also be a piece of living wood.

The leshy has utterly manipulated the forest to do his bidding, going so far as to craft an entire home, furniture, and a makeshift Offering cage to keep Raiden contained while he naps.

He counts it lucky that the bars respond to his call. They curve apart, allowing him space to pass between. He keeps his eyes on the giant as he steps through, half-certain that tampering with the leshy’s creation will jolt him awake. But the giant goes on sleeping, entirely unaware that his newest captive is free.

Traveling with the softest steps he can manage, Raiden jogs to the edge of the table farthest from the leshy and looks over the side. The floor seems miles away, he notes with frustration. He wracks his mind to think how he can manipulate the ground or table to get him down, but he can’t influence the wood any further without risking unconsciousness. He may be able to jump to a chair, but much like seating by the fireplace, this table only has one—and the giant is occupying it.

“Your reclusiveness is incredibly inconvenient,” Raiden hisses, throwing the leshy a scowl.

He explores the perimeter of the table, but it’s all useless until he reaches the giant. As Raiden glares at the monster, a horrifically stupid plan takes form. He tries to push it away, but the longer he stands there, the surer he is that there is only one possible way to the floor without immediately dooming himself.

And he hates it.

Part of him wishes that the leshy will wake up right that instant and make his plan dissolve before he can even attempt. As Raiden inches closer, there is no change.

Up close, he feels the faint stir of the giant’s breath through his slightly parted lips. The tiny leafed vines appear in sharper detail on his face. The vegetation seems to weave in and out of his skin—it’s hard to tell where hair ends and leaves begin. Raiden vaguely wonders if it hurts to have vines torn away from his skin, not that he has any intention to sate that particular curiosity

Holding his breath, Raiden stretches out a trembling hand and rests it on the giant’s sleeve. He pulls back sharply and takes a peek at the too-close face. No movement. Not even a twitch or stutter in breathing. Nothing more than a deceptively peaceful expression.

Perhaps he really can get away with this.

Urgency surges through him. If he doesn’t move now, he will lose his chance. He grips the fabric near the giant’s elbow with more confidence. His wound aches sharply, but he stuffs the pain down. Gritting his teeth, he pulls himself up and begins inching his way toward the giant’s side.

Did you think climbing down a sleeping giant would be one of the great honors of being an Offering, Mari?

((Author's note: The story's still going! There may be long stretches between posts, but I really want to see this one through! Having our hero climb down a sleeping giant is one way to keep me invested 👀))

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cephalopodyuri · 1 year

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Tenants of the Mariana comic #1: Maggie goes shopping

#the mariana #tenants of the mariana #maggie magnapinna #pacifica o'teuthis #grim o'teuthis #comic #splatoon comic #splatoon #splatoon oc #deep sea metro #i did this is in black and white halftone bc it saves time

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call-me-strega · 4 months

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Ghost Selkie AU Tidbit: Abuela Soliña

I’m still playing with my Ghost Selkie Au, tossing it around like a cat toy trying to decide if and how to write it and one figure that I’ve kinda developed a backstory for is Abuela Soliña. Now said backstory may never see the light of day in the the main story so I thought this’d be a fun tidbit to throw out while I’m still considering the main story overall.

Okay so my inspo for Abuela Soliña, or Señora Mariana Soliña, actually came from a couple of different sources. I took some of the general headcanon from the DCU; Crime Alley has a large population of people of color, specifically Hispanic in the area Jason lived; that Jason has Hispanic heritage; that some of the older women in the alley occasionally feed street kids; and took them to create a person that would be a maternal figure for Jason bc I’m all for giving him Good Adult Influences.

She functions a bit as a plot device taking up the role of Jason’s magical mentor and helps move the story along. However, I wanted to give her more depth so I based her off an actual figure in Spanish history. Once I had decided a witch was the best magical figure to live in Gotham and guide Jason I actually did a bit of research on famous Brujas in folklore and came across María Soliña/Soliño a famous witch from Galicia who inspired the women of her village to fend off Ottoman raiders and survived the Spanish Inquisition without being burned at the stake. She was the main inspiration and namesake of Abuela Mariana Soliña. She did have children, though not much is known about them, so I wanted it to be implied that Mariana was a descendant of María. I wanna say I’m placing her around age 50 when she first met Jason and 65-ish(?) when he returned to Gotham.

Anyways, like I said I didn’t want her to remain a plot device and actually have depth so I kinda started building a backstory for her. Her grandparents or parents were likely immigrants who moved to Gotham from Galicia, Spain back when the city was younger. Back then the different magical communities were a bit more segregated. Vampires stayed clans with vamp doctors and leaders, gargoyles in their own community, fae in their courts, etc., but she did let that stop her. She was always deeply involved in the inter-magical community and was a central figure due to her interest in learning other supernatural cultures of the city.

She eventually grew up to be a full-fledged bruja who sold her magical remedies, charms, potions, etc to any supernatural being willing to pay her. This actually helped her amass a large amount of wealth quickly, especially when her charms, totems, and remedies caught the eyes of superstitious crime bosses across the city. She always insisted to cover her face with a shawl to protect her anonymity and had several mob bosses sign magical contracts agreeing to protect her and her rights to do business thus making her virtually untouchable in the Alley.

I wanted her to be a very strong influence on Jason. She is very strong, sassy, confident, clever, and street smart and taught Jason some of those traits. She actually meets Jason through Catherine. Mariana had many close friends with children though she herself never married. Catherine was actually the daughter of one of her close friends and Mariana was like an aunt to her. When her friend died and Catherine was left on the streets Mariana did what she could but her fear and unreadiness for motherhood held her back.

Catherine was taken in by her uncle’s family and the two were estranged for a time. In that time she falls into addiction due to her uncles on involvement in drug running as well as bad peer influences. She reunites with her Tía Mariana when she marries Willis and reaches out to invite her to the wedding. Even though they are no longer very close, after Catherine becomes pregnant Mariana offers to help out when she can. She lives in a different (read: magical) part of the Alley so she only sees Jason occasionally but makes a point to feed him, and when he discovers her secret, to teach him some basics of the supernatural world to help him get by.

After Catherine’s death Abuela Soliña is distraught. She offers Jason a hot meal and some money she had set aside (Catherine’s old college fund she never got a chance to use) but hesitated to offer a place in her home so soon after the loss. Jason sees her grief and hesitation, mistakenly assuming it’s unwillingness to deal with him full time and runs off. She tries to invite him back a couple of times but he mistakes it as one off events and remains a street kid until Bruce adopts him.

He still occasionally goes back to the Alley to visit her after that, usually as Robin. The first time he went to let her know he was okay she immediately clocked him as Jason but wished him well with Bruce. When he visits she still feeds him and gives him luck and protection charms to help with crime fighting. (Side Note: on one of his visits Jason finds out the Alfred and Mariana know each other and Have Met Before™️. Neither explains how or why)

When Jason dies Mariana grieves him deeply. When he comes back as a revenant she is both relieved and guilty. She’s happy to have the boy back but a revenant’s existence is not a peaceful one. When he searches her up and comes to see her he looks like he’s survived hell and back and he probably has. He seek out her guidance and help and this time Abuela Soliña is more than willing to pass on her vast wealth of knowledge of the supernatural community and its cultures to Jason.

One of the biggest two regrets Mariana holds with her is not adopting Catherine or Jason when they were at their lowest and she had the chance. That’s why as Jason’s rage cools and he begins looking to return to a (semi-)normal life she offers to adopt him as her grandson for real this time. She has a friend who owes her a favor and can fabricate the paper work to turn Jason Peter Todd into Jason “Pedro” Solina (and his mother posthumously Catherine Soliña-Todd). She offers to officially make him her little witchling and he emotionally accepts.

Mariana is still an active and well-known figure in Gotham’s underworld and supernatural community so having her backing gives Red Hood a lot of pull and credibility. Plus his revenant titles increase his claim to fame in the magical community. Red Hood is well loved and “Pedro” is well accepted with in the community. He’s kind of a public figure, bordering minor celebrity due to his connection to famous Bruja and witch doctor, Mariana Soliña. Not that he is aware of that fact.

Lastly I’m gonna tack on some nicknames Jason receives pertaining to his connection with Señora Soliña:

Soliña’s boy (el chico de Soliña)

Little witchling

Pequeño niño brujo or pequeño brujo (little witch boy)

Young brujo

El neito guapo (the handsome grandson)

Alborotador (troublemaker)

Heredero (heir/inheritor, referring to Mariana’s kowledge, wealth, and position in the community)

(P.S I tried my hand at drawing what I think Abuela Soliña would look like but I’m not super confident in it. I think I’m a better writer than drawer, but if you guys actually wanna see the drawing anyway let me know and I’ll make another post with it)

#long post #dc x dp #jason todd #oc:#Mariana Soliña #just a tidbit #oc lore #ghost selkie au #Dead on Main in the au but not this specific post #dead on main

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mr-groovyart · 7 months

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A couple sketches for a fun Cyberpunk RED Homebrew I've been working on. Guns Akimbo, so you can have double the fun with double the guns.

#meart #oc #sketch #mariana #artists on tumblr #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2020 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk edgerunners #cyberpunk red #cybernetics #scifiart #guns akimbo #akimbo

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stinkrascal · 9 months

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one thing about caspian and vaughn is they have the most complicated family tree ever 🐎

#ts4 #straud: all #straud: extras #oc: vaughn pollard #oc: caspian velez #oc: sarah stanfield #oc: owen stanfield #oc: angel velez #oc: donna pollard-velez #oc: mariana velez #oc: domingo velez #i wanted 2 make their grandparents for the upcoming horse pack #and then ideas were had so i speedran remaking their parents #i used to design vaughn's mom to look like a vampire. but i decided i wanted her to be human #so now vaughn gets his vampire half from his deadbeat dad who he's (supposedly) never met. yeahhhhh. i mean it's obvious who it is isn't it #oh and to make matters worse caspian's mom and vaughn's mom r sisters. so as you can imagine drama ensued #that's their paternal grandparents but they heavily favor caspian n basically have nothing to do w vaughn or his mother for reasons #even though their son angel gets a pass for those same reasons which is not great but what can you do #angel and donna are dead btw rip to them #oh and owen is vaughn's step dad who he has also (supposedly) never met. this is a theme in vaughn's life #🌱#the sims 4

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chocodile · 1 year

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A bunch more Sylvanian customs! ...Well, some of them are Sylvanians. The characters shown from top to bottom: Jenny (tarantula, formerly baby bunny), Mariana (eel, formerly Baerenwald/Forest Family mouse), Morgan (rattlesnake, 3D printed and hand-flocked figure, original 3D “Snake Sylvanian” template by Yapsulli on Reddit), Dayton (opossum, formerly Angelina Ballerina “Henry” figure), and Dayton’s nieces and nephews (also possums, formerly meadow mouse babies). We’ve got a rather motley bunch here! The last photo is a group shot of all of the customs I’ve made so far.

Anyway, these were some pretty difficult and experimental figures! Lots of epoxy clay to turn the baby bunny into a tarantula and the Baerenwald mouse into an eel, and some weird materials like Mariana’s fin hair. Overall not everything turned out exactly how I hoped, but it was a great learning experience and has given me a lot of confidence working with very heavily customized figures.

#sylvanian families #calico critters #doll customization #toy customization #customization #custom toy #art doll #my ocs #morgan #dayton #mariana #jenny #and all the others but I've posted them before so I won't tag them again #crafts #also I will link the download and reddit post for the snake model if anyone wants to make their own #I might post instructions on exactly how I did it on reddit if someone wants to try but is cagey about the number of steps involved #it's not too hard or too expensive but you do need the right tools #...will need to do that later though because I made myself late for work touching these photos up already...

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sticksbug · 6 months

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A collection of qsmp art I’ve done this past week🫶🫶

#charlie slimecicile #el mariana #qsmp mariana #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp #slimeriana fanart #slimeriana #qsmp juanaflippa #juanaflippa fanart #qsmp oc #qsmp sona #sticks art🤝

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laugtherhyena · 3 months

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No way carol finally putting lore of these idiots on tumblr, lmao sometimes i forget i talked about them mainly just on instagram.

As i mentioned in a previous post, these girls are two separate entities that got bound together by the powers of the duo gem. Which is essentially a synthetic parasite created by the Chess kingdom during the grand war, the goal was to create an actifact that could fuse two warrioes together, leading to the creation of a new, stronger soldier. But because of the war and the struggles that come with it this level was never achived in the creation of these gemstones, majority of them was destroyed by attacks from the Canopy kingdom and the remaining few were hidden by its creators.

Naturally, there are curious people who would pay a fortune to get their hands on these relics, and that's exactly what Mariana was hired to do; find the duo gemstone and bring it to the buyers.

The thing is, she didn't know about the expreimental, and rather unstable, nature of the gemstone. She just new that it was this big shiny thing she was sent after, so Mari went about it as usual and before she knew it she had been sucked inside the actifact and was now locked in this small red room with sparkling walls.

On the oustide world, the gem attached itself to the back of her jacket and stayed like that for almost a whole year until this jacket was purchased by Dagger after ending up in some street market.

Dagger who at this point in time was fresh out of the Silent stalkers, the criminal organization responsible for training ninja assasins for hire that she had been taken into after becoming an orphan during the Grand war. So she wasn't doing much with her life and was sorta just sulking around without purpose or much will to do anything.

So she brought the jacket and it was when she put it on that the gemstone ripped through it and attached itself to her back (Dagger's spine to be more specific), it was only then that Mariana was able to come out of it, in that trage shadowy form, permanently attached to the other girl's back.

So yeah, not the best conditions.

They're not on good terms at all at the start, with Dagger constantly complaining and being bothered about the situation which angers Mariana a whole lot and they end up arguing most of the time + she's generally very angry/distressed over losing her body and being stuck to Dagger, who at that point she saw as nothing but a good for nothing lazy bitch.

It's after a little while that she finds out about Dagger's past of being a trained assasin and all (Dagger herself told her, she shares information very easily without much thought) and that's when Mariana has an idea of how to get herself out of this mess; She'll manipulate Dagger into going after the skullheart so that she can snatch it and wish to have her body back.

So Mariana gathers her old gear and insists that she does have talent when it comes to fighting and shouldn't give up on it, she fixes Dagger's old uniform, gets her back into training by sparring in their apartment, and then tells her that if they were able to fight and defeat the skullgirls they could bring the skullheart back to the Silent stalker's base which would show them just how strong Dagger is, after all, killing a skullgirl is no easy feat.

Dagger finds the idea awesome and gets totally on board with hunting down the skullgirl. Being unaware of Mariana's ulterior motives, she wholeheartedly trust her and pretty much adores her, she sees her as the first person in years who actually put faith in her and a real friend! It's this love from Dagger's part that leads to them developing a real friendship, with Mariana genuinely carring for someone other than her for once.

Will she be able to go through with her plans involving the skullheart?

#they're 23 year olds currently. have known eachother for about two years now #also i couldn't find a good place to shove this but the reasom Dagger was kicked out of the Silent sralkers #+being considered their worst assassin #is because of her huge fear of blood. which stopped her from performing as well as the others #since the organization is known for their brutal and gory assassinations #of which Dagger simply couldn't do because of her hemophobia #skullgirls #skullgirls oc #skullgirls 2nd encore #stuck together #Mariana #Dagger #Alessia Ambrosia #hyena scribbles #oc #original character

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