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leavingautumn13 · 2 months

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cringe culture is dead, post your gardevoir oc you made when you were 10

#pokemon #pokemon rse #pokemon oras #gardevoir #pokemon oc #i've ad to physically restrain myself from putting her in ats. she specifically exists in the modern timeline #autumn.art #autumn.oc #oc: olympia

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bloodskinandteeth · 1 year

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𝔒𝔩𝔶𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔞 — ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴛʏʀ

#long post #no colour grading we die like men #oc: olympia #this glorious lil paladin has been living in my head rent free for a year and i've only now settled on her name #dnd oc #she's righteous she's repentant she's a martyr #she's joan of arc she's artemis she's a symbol #she's saint maud (2019) she's that one photoshoot of florence welch #she's malenia blade of miquella she's divive #she's just she's haunted by pseudo-religious hallucinations #moodboard #mine

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arcadekitten · 2 months

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she is in love with the notebook

#magician game #magician #cassio #oc x canon #olympia #art #my art

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k-avenue-art · 3 months

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the gangs all here!!!!! the Leonida University Volleyball team!!!! :3

#Kiara #Aimee #Korina #Linus #Olympia #Derek #Ana #APEX comic #volleyball #art #furry #furry art #my oc

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makaalpaca · 3 months

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sleepy afternoon 💙

#Olympia Soiree #Himuka #Yuki #OC #my art #maka #artists on tumblr #bruh i put way too much effort into this. goodbye #(but i love how it turned out) (all my good art is improvised...)

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mxwormie · 7 months

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new dnd party art >:3

left to right: tulin: she/they cyra: she/her (@juniperrrrrrr) olympias: she/her bev: she/they/any (me) mal: they/them winika: she/her (@doeeyes-art)

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #ocs #other people's ocs #half elf #cleric #fire genasi #paladin #rogue #rat #tiefling #barbarian #warlock #tulin #cyra #olympias #bed #mal #winika #my art

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momoechis · 1 year

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Oh yeah, happy new year!!

#oc #furry #cali #olympia #talla #lulu #icecreamgals

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michinekot · 3 months

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new OC. made him just so i can ship him with a guy from some game i'm obsessed with atm :)

base by Mimi_2399 on twt/kofi

#yuki #oc #maka #doodles #edits this to add a doodle.......#himuka #olympia soiree

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vvyrmwood · 5 months

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more concept sketches for a thing i’ve been working on…. hee hoo

#sketchbook art #doodle #art tag #oc #kill olympia tag #that is the current project name it is subject to change

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kit-williams · 2 months

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Moral Support

Male Lead: Perturabo Female Lead: Faustina Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k/D&D au Canon Status: Yeah just made me realize something

Note: This has made me realize I need to rework my D&D headcanons and maybe rewrite them in a way that I'm more comfortable writing.

Perturabo paused his tinkering as he could hear both Martel and Faustina talking rapidly... quite loudly too. Martel was mad... and a young woman from Zazzal... which were considered a passionate people... an analytical type of people who could almost out contract a devil if they tried.

"I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN!" He could hear his daughter yell before storming off.

His ears could pick up the soft sighs from Faustina.

Martel was very much like her elder brothers Piero and Ignazio as they all followed in his footsteps of tinkering and experimenting and other artistic pursuits. Piero was proof that he could make Astartes if he wanted to as the extensive alchemical sciences and surgeries on both of his eldest two boys mixed with the magical armor they were able to forge and they were a close approximation. Strong enough to handle threats that would pop up in such a city.

However... Perturabo wasn't willing to put Martel through all of what her brothers went through... as well as his thoughts on what an Astartes is suppose to be and do and give up. Perhaps he had fibbed a bit... he really didn't know if what he engineered would be rejected by her body. He wasn't willing to do that to Faustina and take away all their children to be proof of his genius. Piero was enough... Ignazio wanted to go through it as well... and so did Martel.

He rubs his forehead as Faustina sets a plate down next to him with some food. "She is unhappy with what I've said." He says plainly as he sets down his tools.

"Have you seen her log book?" She simply says.

"Yes she has been working on plans for her armor."

"Working on it for years now. They would make a good suit." He says looking at his beloved.

Faustina sighs, "I don't like seeing her so upset. I just was trying..."

Perturabo just grabs her hands and gives her one of his rare smiles as he kisses her knuckles, "I know you were. But Martel is your daughter and is passionate."

"Oh please Perty she takes after your stubbornness and drive and she just couldn't handle not..."

"Succeeding?" Perturabo says having the ghost of a feeling of that bitterness bubble up when he was snubbed by Father so... many... times... He tries his best to let his children know how proud he is of them but it is hard to express it at times... he's gotten better of course and praised for his ability to do better than his father.

"Perty?" Faustina says looking at him stand up as he looks to the door.

"I'm going to go talk to Martel."

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He could see the stewing Twelve year old girl with his signature scowl on her face as she was hugging her knees tightly just looking at the fish in the waterway near their villa.

"Calliphone." He says as he prefers to use their 'business' or middle name given that they honor people he actually cares about.

"Go away. I don't want to talk to you." At least she didn't bottle it up like he tended to do.

Perturabo chuckles as he walks closer, "Really last I remember you proclaimed that you were my favorite child."

"No that is clearly Rogal and Vulkan are." He could hear her start to sniffle as he walks over and sits besides the small willowy child.

"Calliphone..."

She looked up at him with her brow furrowed but tears threatening to flow out of her eyes as she scowled at him... her bottom lip still quivering as her cheeks were red and he could see her knuckles were white as she shook her tiny fists in this rage against a universe that seemed to deny her what her tiny heart desired... his continued approval. "N-no I'm mad at you."

He holds up an open hand and feels her tiny fists punch his palm. He couldn't feel her tiny strikes of rage as those tears flowed down her cheek and chin, "I want to be Iron! I wanna be Iron! Wanna be Ibron." She soon dissolves into crying as her words turn into unintelligible sobbing all slurring together.

He tilts his head as he pulls her against him with a small smile as he pets her head. "Who told you that you wouldn't be Iron?"

He waits for her to calm down a bit to coherently reply as he draws shapes on her shoulder distracting her, "No one..." She finally replies after a minute.

"Did Rogal or Vulkan tell you that?"

"Noooo." She sniffles hard wiping her nose.

"So who would dare go against what the Lord of the fourth... the Lord of Iron has decreed?" He says poking her forehead looking at her green eyes with his own blue green ones as her blonde hair is a start contrast to the black of her brothers.

"Me..." She sits on his knee as she wipes her eyes.

"You? My princess of the fourth? Why would you go against my decree?" He pulls her into a hug lying back as he has gotten better at comforting his children... Faustina has helped him so much... going with what feels right hardly steers him wrong.

"Because I can't be an Iron Warrior."

"Do you know who I named you after?" He sees her shake her head, "My adopted sister. I loved her dearly and... I might have had a few regrets on being a terrible brother to her." He pauses as a violent memory flashes behind his eyes and he hugs his daughter tighter. "She was so strong. And you my Calliphone will be strong."

"Thank you papa." She smiles

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Perturabo lumbers into the training yard as he was in his full regalia and at his full height. He could hear his nieces and nephews cheering her on as he could see Perio and Ignazio standing besides mother as Fabrizio holding her skirt and she holding Andrea.

"Tell me the Litany." Perturabo's voice booms out.

From Iron Cometh Strength... From Strength Cometh Will... From Will Cometh Faith... From Faith Cometh Honor... From Honor Cometh Iron... This is the Unbreakable Litany. May it forever be so!

Martel shouts back to her father as she pours magic into her war hammer making it larger and lightning crackles about the head. "Show me your skills Calliphone!"

"IRON WITHIN IRON WITHOUT!" She shouts as her magical armor slides over her form.

Though the helmet was on hiding his face but Perturabo was smiling and proud of his little girl. He could see the craftsmanship in her armor as each piece was made by her hands in the style of his warriors. She was an Iron Warrior... she was Iron... and he knows his sister would have loved to have meet her. He did his best to make up for his sins against her by being a good father.

He watches her rush towards him as the hammer rushes at him in a healthy arc. He smiles looking at her handywork up close it will be a shame that he will have to put her in her place. She was only just a Princess of the Fourth for a reason while he was the Lord.

taglist (SORRY FOR FORGETTING YOU GUYS I DIDNT MEAN IT BABY NEARLY YEETED HIMSELF OUT OF HIS BASSINET) @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

#fluffuary #fluffuary2024 #warhammer 40k #Perturabo #OC: Martel 'Calliphone' Olympia #OC: Faustina Olympia #warhammer 40k au #d&d au #mentions of #Piero 'Rogal' Olympia #and #Ignazio 'Vulkan' Olympia

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leavingautumn13 · 2 months

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