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wickedsrest-rp · 2 months
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Name: Athena Species: Fury, Muse Age: 200+ Years Old Status: OPEN
Some say violence is an art. Whether it’s the strategy behind a strike or the beauty of a blood-soaked battlefield, you see it all as your canvas and way to make a mark on the world. Your champions – heroes, villains, all previously nobodies– have etched their names into history books and legends and now you come to Wicked’s Rest seeking a new one. The Grit Pit and alleys of Amity Road are ripe for the picking. All you need to do is find someone with the right seed of violence inside of them, and you can draw the rest out by taking them under your wing, whether it’s granting wishes for bloody vengeance or the inspiration to be unstoppable. But as the years go on, you're feeling more and more like you might want to claim that mantle of strength for yourself. Maybe, this time, your champion can have you rise with them. You should know by now that it's always followed by a great fall.
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flamingpudding · 3 months
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Hotel Fenton
Red Hood stared at the building that seemingly appeared out of nowhere in Crime Alley. Below his mask his eye twitched at the very elaborated and very bright shining and blinking sign on the buildings wall spelling out 'HOTEL FENTON' though it looked like the word 'HOTEL' had only been added recently. The building in itself was also strange. Red Hood was pretty sure no one would actually willingly step into a building like that.
"Are you seriously expecting to investigate this shit?" He muttered into the coms, knowing perfectly well that his brothers were watching through the integrated helm camera.
"Yep. You lost the draw." Nightwing sang from the other end of the com line. Red Hood was going to glitter bomb his Appartement later. He grumbled something inaudible once more before taking another step towards that strange building. But froze before he even set his foot completely on the ground.
A scream echoed through the building. His hand instantly went to the gun buy his side. Then a crash. Wide eyed Red Hood watched how a chair came sailing out of one destroyed window. More shouting followed now clearer. Someone was complaining loudly and...
He took a step back from the building as fire sprouted out of the broken window but before he could even tell his siblings to send back up the fire got extinguished by a sudden block of ice growing out of the window. Red Hood blinked, muttering a half hearted "Did you guys see that too..." Into his coms before the slam of the entrance door to the Building caught his attention and he came face to face with a little girl that had obviously slammed the door she was leaning against.
They stared at each other for a moment before the girl dusted herself off and grinned.
"Hi! Welcome to Hotel Fenton the place to stay for Ghosts, Shades, Undead and More! We are a little preoccupied with a some of our current guests but I am sure there is still an open place for a fellow undead and halfa in the making!"
Red Hood's eyes narrowed under his mask but before he could ask anything, a fucking man that had vague similarities to Bruce crashed through the wall cool-aid way with a good damn Talon in his arms that was obviously trying to gnaw on the arm holding it, a second man followed close behind floating and shouting vehemently that "JACK THAT IS NOT PLAY FIGHTING YOU DUMBASS! IT'S TRYING TO MAIM YOU!"
There was only one thought went through Red Hoods head at that moment, his sibling perfectly echoed over the coms.
"What the fuck?"
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 232
Once more thinkin of These Series of AU/Prompts, where the Class pulls a Tiamat. Becomes Giant Hydra Dragon. But with some inspiration from @radiance1's Blob King AUs. Specifically also the dragon ones.
Now, the nine of them are admittedly far older than they once were. Far older than most of the people outside the cage they were tricked into all those years before, exhaustion seeping into their bones as their ectoplasm was siphoned away.
Yet no matter how much the GIW drains away- if they're even called as such anymore- they never run out. If anything, at least from what they've noticed, unable to do much of anything else in this pit, this tank of green and red, they seem to be making more.
Their recollection of being separate, of having separate bodies have long since slipped away in exchange for keeping memories of their families and friends long gone now. Perhaps they're in the zone, as ghosts, but perhaps not.
Days feel like both seconds and years, words falling away as their Core hums as one. Sometimes a Blob ghost manages to find its way inside- the trap designed not to stop things from getting in, but to prevent them from leaving.
They always disappear whenever the ecto is taken away, not having enough to continue holding on to a physical form. But... the blobs don't stay gone. Their own ecto brings them back, tiny forms almost mimicking their own.
It's something to distract them, something to actually do besides growl at the figures beyond the barriers around them. The blobs don't speak, don't make more than squeaks, but it's something. Almost like dozens of toddlers floating around, becoming more and more draconic in shape with every siphon.
Do their captors realize, they wonder, how they've made them all stronger than they were even before? Do they realize what they've done, creating this loop of ever-growing power?
No, Star giggled, pink and gold scales shimmering as she bobbed her head in amusement, Paulina's darker purples following.
They don't know, Wes agreed, dark amusement echoed by both Sam and Dash, fangs flashing amidst the liquid. The trap would not be able to contain them for much longer, they all knew. They could feel it, how the siphon stuttered with every run.
It wouldn't be long now. They had waited three hundred years for the chance to escape- they could wait for a few days more.
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Though they won't complain about an early prison break if those alarms are anything to go by.
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reineydraws · 11 months
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same ship, different font ☠️🔥
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nicandragon · 1 year
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I played the Octopath 2 demo and oh my god something is deeply wrong with her, I think I'm in love
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ganymedesclock · 1 year
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My personal feelings on people headcanoning the Hollow Knight world as small is that it always feels uncomfortably like looking at a world where there are no humans and immediately deciding we'd have to be overpowered supergiants that are being worshipped more than the actual gods.
I've seen it paired with takes that PK or even Radiance would be helpless before a god, when Radiance in particular is, you know, a god of dreams shown to be able to affect or press on just about anything with a mind to the point that other deities were scared of her, and even if she was the size of a soccer ball she'd pose a significant threat to an ordinary person.
Ruka's point about the nails being obviously in-name-only, that the scavenged weapons are scavenged from the corpses of larger creatures and not from any evidence of a bigger creature civilization also grates on me because not only is it literally a plot point in strengthening your weapon that the nailsmith works raw ore, nail weaponry is obviously a sophisticated technology with cultural and practical variations in how they're made... but it feels lavishly patronizing to look at a character like the Nailsmith who is very explicitly being driven by a single-minded obsession to make the perfect weapon, and insist he has to just be stealing thumbtacks from humanity, that he can't possibly compete with.
Like I'm in neither the position nor the desire to run around other people's blogs screaming at them until they Forsake Their Ideas, people think what they will think, but I think it's important to ask questions of, why do we believe what we believe? The idea that the HK bugs are tiny seems to come inextricably paired with the notion they are subordinate to humans, which there's no existence of humanity in HK. We don't even see evidence of mammals. Some bugs mostly resemble earth wildlife, but others? The God Tamer's beast was a lobster in its original concepts.
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random-senpai · 7 months
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With how well David Pro did the haircut scene, I just KNOW that this scene is gonna give me a heart attack when it's animated and voiced over.
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zullkharn · 7 months
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vampire ladies commission for @koldarthewolf !
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demifiendrsa · 7 months
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Undead Unluck TV anime OP
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wickedsrest-rp · 9 months
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Name: Fang Gang Species: Vampire Status: OPEN
Below the grotesque faces of spawn lie the hearts and souls of human beings. That’s what you believe, anyway. Spawn are no less people than you, or the living. They’re not in control. So you’re doing what most other vampires don’t want to do, or find to be a waste of their unlimited time: wrangling and taking care of the town’s spawn. Unfortunately, spawn are stupid and don’t realize you’re friend and not foe. So you’re careful, you keep them chained up, you make sure they’re well-fed and kept away from the public. It’s a hard job, but you think it’ll pay off someday. Hopefully before your spawn find a way to tear you apart, or worse… escape.
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batneko · 6 months
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Zombieman's doing totally fine. Nothing to worry about.
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ourpleboy · 8 months
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my dog
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tetrix-anime · 3 months
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Undead Unluck - 2nd Cour Creditless Opening and Ending Theme
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green-x-reaper · 8 months
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"What in the ever loving fuck are you doing, you unworthy inbred motherfucker? Excuse me for my language. I just get so fucking mad when a dumbass breaks through my ceiling. Let me. . . Let me show you something real quick." Dead harshly grab the other by their chin and made them face the giant cathedral doors. "That is called a door. Fun fact, l keep those shits open 24/7. And you broke through my fucking ceiling."
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tadpolebobatea · 3 months
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honestly the best part about getting my buddy into undead unluck is that occasionally he’ll be reading it and I’ll look over and he’s just zoomed in on billys tits.
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zullkharn · 10 months
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Redraw of my old drawing! Wanted to keep the vibe very same :)
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