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ramroadrage · 2 years

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Best parts of Nope 2022:

1) Emerald reciting her father’s speech about their history so much that she always forgets to add a generation to account for her being a generation younger, and OJ always reminding her of it. We don’t figure this out until we see her watching a video of her dad saying the exact line. 2) How the small things always come full circle. It was a coin that killed Otis Senior and it was a coin that helped Emerald capture the only evidence of Jean Jacket. It was a balloon that set off Gordy into a massacre and it was a balloon popping that ended Jean Jacket’s massacre. How the Haywood family’s legacy is based in the first captured film, and it’s Emerald’s picture of Jean Jacket that calls back to and expands on that legacy. 3) How unashamedly campy it was to name the horse we saw die first Ghost and the horse that made it ‘till the end Lucky. (RIP to Clover and the other ones sold off to Jupe). Gordy. Gore-dy. Naming Jean Jacket after the one horse Emerald never got to tame. 4) How the movie starts with Gordy’s rampage and makes you think it’s just part of the Monkeypaw Productions intro and that Gordy is just staring at the audience for the shock value, but mid-movie gets recontextualized into a traumatic flashback of Gordy staring at Jupe under the table. 5) How we will never know why exactly Gordy spared Jupe. Did he calm down enough to recognize Jupe as one of his “family”, or even recognize that they were used and exploited in almost identical ways by the production crew and cast? If one of the other actors swapped places with Jupe, would it have been the same? Was the tablecloth just enough of an obstruction to Jupe’s eyes that Gordy didn’t kill him, and would have if the cloth wasn’t there? Did Gordy even actually reach to touch Jupe’s hand, or did Jupe add that detail on and unknowingly add that to his recollection of the event, and thus his belief that he could reach out and understand Jean Jacket the same way? 6) The way OJ was the one to realize Jean Jacket’s “rules” so to speak, being the character who seems the most coded to be neurodivergent; not looking others in the eye unless absolutely necessary, speaking bluntly and as short of terms as possible, using the way he interacts with horses when speaking to others (the “woah there” to the director at the green screen scene and slapping his hand to his leg to get Angel and Emerald to run faster to the car), unable to carry through with small talk in one scene (the movie scene with the white woman asking Lucky’s name) yet staying on topic and proposing a deal in another (trying to make a deal with Jupe while Emerald looks around), who understands what boundaries the animals he works with have and respects them. 7) How it goes unexplained why Emerald and OJ let Angel stick around because there doesn’t need to be an explanation. They just accept him in their group after a while, and they help each other without question. They allow each other into their respective homes for safety, and he refuses to let Antlers use the remaining horses as bait (”They’re horse people”). 8) The scene where OJ and Lucky run from Jean Jacket as the music swells almost like a rehearsed show between the three of them as Jean Jacket returns to the sky and OJ and Lucky split. That in contrast to Jean Jacket returning and OJ and Lucky barely make it out alive, which we don’t find out if they survive until the very last shots of the movie. 9) I Wear My Sunglasses At Night (Jean Jacket Mix). How music played electronically is used as a detection of Jean Jacket’s presence like some fucked up game of musical chairs. 10) How Emerald's father could never look her in the eye after selling off the original Jean Jacket for money, and how he dies by a nickel through the eye, how it’s money that kills him. How staring at something in the eye when you’re not supposed to is intertwined with not looking and paying attention to something you should have, both in the sense of not losing track of your family as priority and in the sense of not losing track of a wild, lethally dangerous animal.

#nope #nope 2022 #nope spoilers #jordan peele #GOD this movie changed something in me I swear #it's fucking wonderful

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soaricarus · 8 months

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DEAR VOIDS SLUGCAT DESIGNS HERE WE GO.

also this nightcat is seperate from my invterator askblog nightcat. for clarification

id honestly consider the cut arena scug 4 an oc at this point. it deviates so much from the One sprite we get. oops

seperates + Not So Line Lineup under cut AS WELL AS DESIGN NOTES woooh boy. MIND YOU its really long

the Not So Line Lineup

survivor! scar on snout is based on one of the cut arena sprites for player 1, it has a little.. scar? notch? line? there. survivor passage symbol on head as well and freckles :) some brown to match monk sorta. spikey fur!

^ what the scar is based on

overall more rounded than survivor, to reference the monk passage symbol which is also on their head. a little dewlap to reference gourmand - i think gourmand and survivor and monk are related. lighter yellows to reference survivor!

third sibling!!! the little orange line on their head is actually karma 7 (i realized survivor is karma 5 and monk is karma 6- so why not go with the theme?) and a sorta partial saint symbol on their head, missing the middle line. yellow/red accenting color to reference monk and survivor sorta. blu :)

sorta pinker. based on one of my old draft designs, just made a little better. green accent color to match sig. a little fluffy and sharp. ear tufts cause theyre fun and a tufted tail. hunter passage symbol is also on tail teehee. sig's head symbol is also on hunter. the scar is also green

nightcat is some sorta weird echo thing. to me. little wings for the fun of it. i dont have much on this design honestly other than i used dodge A Lot. the accenting pink on the dark purple parts was originally an accident but like? it vibes.

wanderer! cause actually why not. the white symbol on their chest is a half of sig's symbol, i'd like to think sig helped suns make wanderer. if you put its head symbol together with nightcat it makes the scholar :) blue accenting color is close to the negative/opposite colors of nightcat.

i dont have many notes for this biggol guy. sorta looks alike survivor and monk i suppose. feathers! theyre sorta rose colored i think. idk. it looks nice. simple patterns cause gourmand is a symbol guy

artiiii. i wanted to put an accent color on arti but it was so Hard because i was Stubborn and Needed That Damn Cyan on it. markings based on a siamese cat except for the ones on the arm and legs, theyre sort of tabby based?

green pup is tabby based in markings, pink sorta looks like flower petals. blue pup is siamese cat based in markings and the yellow? idk it looked nice

RIVULETTT. i love rivulet. i made the bright sunset gradient contrast by adding some darker but still vibrant blues and purples to the design, as well as a cream. there's also actual gills udner the display frills (which also got a color update to match instead of being an offbrand bi flag). also webbed fingers!!!

vibrant fuckin purple because it looks nice actually. made it have some cream-pink-purple thing as underbelly instead to make it look nicer. head markings are based directly on suns :) biggol Orb Eyes to Stare In Your Soul. accenting colors sorta match rivulet? idk? they just look nice without contrasting too much. also whiskers. and tall. and thin with long ass grabbers

i kept getting "portal colors" and "aroace flag" and like YEA YALL ARE RIGHT ACTUALLY i just wanted to fit blue and orange on it though lmao. anyway pretty simple body markings to make up for the Six Fucking Accent Colors. three forehead dots are yellow while there's an x on its back and head thats blue... to imitate the rot :) why? figure it out yourself

inv!! not much has changed since honestly i just saturated the colors a bit more i think. idk. i like the yellow on inv though so i make it more prominent sorta? just a guy. still an iterator that turned itself into a slugcat. to me.

originally based on this cut arena slugcat

then i uh. accent color and scales and um. um. im so normal about this slugcat holyshit curveberry my beloved.... anyway the scales were originally a dark teal? then i hueshifted them and Oh Fuck Dusk Colors Holy Shit. its so good i genuinely love this design so much i doodled it lmao. the scales are based on a pangolin. i actually have ideas for this if it were to be a slugcat campaign...

another cut arena slug! this time this one. i tried to keep it more in line rather than go a bit silly ehe. i still like how this came out- i think the accent color is nice. it looks like bingus to me actually. bingus slugcat

iggy projection slug. weird thing with lines under its eyes

to me this is another of nsh's purposed messengers. the lil guy that sent the distateful message. whatever it was icr the exacts but. him. boy. the darker pink is like armor like a centipede. looks like ham to me

iggy projection slug that had silly little small ears so i thought i'd include them

i was having so much trouble with this design but @pinkavtomation actually helped me out because i was. Struggling so hard and i was streaming doing these designs in vc (for 9 hours straight... voids) 'n it sent this and honestly. yeah. funky vitiligo cat to me.

colors r sorta based on vanilla and chocolate icecream???? thats what i was thinkin when i was lookin at it honestly. just a lil guy to me

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mllemouse · 20 days

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Hi @b-blushes !

I took a look through my summer dress Pinterest board and found three types of outfits that look like they could fit the bill for a summer wedding with a semi formal dress code, and then I put an outfit together with my own wardrobe following the qualities from the photos.

Qualities across the board:

Look for fabric that is both lighter in colour and in weight to minimize heat retention, in materials that will wick away moisture such as linen, silk, wool, or even tech weaves for working out. Opt for looser fits to allow air circulation around your body. Choose a small crossbody bag in a contrasting colour or coordinate with your shoes. Pay attention to your desired proportions and fit!! All of these outfits feature soft shoulder profiles, loose and squared off sleeves that hit about the elbow, and bottoms that hit about the hip and fall loose but not baggy around the legs regardless of their length.

Approach 1:

Find a shirt and shorts in the same colour family to create a monochrome set

Keeping things monochrome reads visually as a set, often without requiring things to have been made intentionally as such, and elevates the formality a bit. This outfit is just a boxy cycling button up in a very light tech weave with a pair of linen shorts. The shirt is buttoned up all the way to make it hang as smoothly and appear as crisply as possible. If I were wearing the shorts for real, I'd make sure they're pressed and I'm wearing a pair of matching white boxers underneath to camouflage the front pleats. I think the boots I have closest to your chukkas is this pair of Docs, which I paired with a yellow musette pouch. The shirt hits at about my natural hip crease to make a square silhouette rather than a longer rectangle, which I love because it's very loose and comfy around my hips. For this set, I'd leave everything untucked so you don't have to worry about anything tight around the waist or visually interrupting the flow, but that depends on the individual garments.

Approach 2:

Add a colourful, unstructured garment over the shirt and shorts

If you don't have something similar already, I would say go thrift a super fun garment to go over a basic shirt and shorts. For a summer wedding, I'd look for either a blazer that has no need for a lining and softly constructed shoulders, an oversized cardigan, or a kimono/haori jacket in a lightweight material. I put on this silk haori jacket to add colour to the original white set, or increase the formality of a white button up paired with some shorter navy wool shorts. I tucked in the white shirt since the blue shorts fall higher on my waist and they have a little decorative waistband. Since the jacket is bringing some colour to the outfit, if I were wearing the blue shorts I would pick a bag that matches them closer rather than adding another bold colour to the mix.

Other little touches to consider: I tried some lavender socks that could peek out just over top of the boots and no socks at all. I'd probably end up being boring and wearing a pair of black socks that don't peek over the boots to keep my feet protected. If you don't need to wear any socks in your boots I would say take the opportunity to be sockless!

Out of the three of these options, I'd actually wear the white shirt and shorts with the haori jacket and yellow bag to a real wedding! I think the only change I would make is to swap out the boots for a pair of loafers so I could get away with being sockless and bring some Chris Pine energy to the outfit.

Good luck in your planning!!!

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cablyunkataplum · 11 months

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Angry too

Hobie Brown x Neutral!/Pronouns Reader

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Summary: V.E.N.OM is not the word you'd like to be associated with after all the implications it has but, you don't have V.E.N.OM but Venom in your side. In the very same night you meet Venom you meet Hobie, the spider man of your universe.

A.N: Different P.O.Vs! Use of (__)! Inspiration from: Cute but deadly and The clash-- You could've been spider person but i'm arachnophobic and venom is my guilty attraction--Graphic descriptions of body awareness, violence, self harm, etc. So be aware--I'm not an english native speaker so I support on translators!-- Text like this is for when you can only listen Venom--

pt.2

You did not know how to feel and that was more than ok, after all, V.E.N.O.M is the worst in the society in which you live, the dictatorship that exists uses cheap copies of the symbiote that now co-exists with you for its absolutist regime, using the terror of the people as its advantage.

It was starting to get dark and there was still a lot to do, normally you would already be at home having dinner or doing anything else, however, here you were. Finishing a group project since some of your classmates couldn't solve it by themselves, with heavy eyes and yawning constantly you collected everything of yours and saying goodbye for pure courtesy you left school, walking between the corridors a substance moved to the same beat analyzing the presence before itself whom did not noticed of its own. When you left completely, a metallic noise suddenly filled the surroundings causing your bones to almost snap by the speed with which you turned to try to see the origin of it without getting close.

But at the time you paid attention, that sound was not repeated again, without thinking too much about that you continued the walk putting on your headphones. You went down the stairs that led to the subway, immersed in your music, although at the time was quite empty but it was better than peak hours, the substance was still almost on your ankles. During the whole journey there was something that did not fit but you didn't quite figure what, you looked at all possible places looking for the reason, taking off your headphones waiting for something, focusing on the other senses but nothing. The night had completely taken over the streets and the train stopped at your station, trying to ignore the feeling you went down, hands in your pockets, up the stairs to finally get out of the underground and be closer to your house.

7 minutes from your house finally made sense of what your brain was so alert about but, it was too late to do something, something began to surround your leg going up the calves, with the present shock the only thing you could move were your eyes that with horror saw that the substance went up and up, by panic you tried to flee but when you took the first step you unbalanced and fell dry --What happens, you don't like me sweetheart?-- the deep and demon-possessed voice reached your ears, trembling you looked back at your feet, immediately regretting, the large white eyes contrasting with the black of the being seemed to center thirsty on you, the smile so big that revealed serrated teeth and others like tusks. You wanted to scream, run away without looking back, cut off your legs if it meant removing the monstrosity that now surrounded up to your waist. You cursed your classmates.

One last smile dominated the expression of the being before it clung to your whole body, you felt how cold their “body” took over you, your veins felt how they traveled through every possible part piercing your bones, connecting your nerves with yours entering through your eyes, through your ears, through your nose filling with an unrecognizable smell, your mouth; savoring your bowels, the muscles tense trying to prevent domination being more painful when your brain was also surrounded and analyzed but at the same time a great force was palpable, new sensations appearing as electric shocks, totally succumbing. The silence was tortuous after that event, things seemed static; out of place, your sight was different, everything felt different, without warning you began to move --I knew that this body was better--it was no longer like listening to it but how to thinking about it, still with the panic drowning your being you asked --what the hell are you?-- Of course you already knew it but the question came out by itself, they laughed --apparently I am not so well known around here… I am Venom-- by impulse and with all the strength you had, you tried to regain control of your body, running and crashing against a wall over and over again --Get out of my body-, --Don’t you like it? I thought you would enjoy it more-- a kind of bigger hand covered yours --relax a little -- with the remaining hand you grabbed the opposite arm and tried to tear it but immediately the substance seeped back through your skin causing you to rip ot, so much was the force that the cuts began to bleed at the very moment of forming --that hurt, I would recommend not to do that-- Venom spoke, going out again to the outside as if it were a costume it wrapped you --why don't we give a walk (__)?--.

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In the dark streets of the city there is always something happening, in this case, some policemen beating a civilian. The sounds of the blackjacks against the skin were cushioned with the clothes except the moans of pain and the movement of these against the air along with their laughter . So immersed in their pleasure that the large body that was above them resting in the buildings went unnoticed.

--Please, please, leave me, please!-- the man sobbed, his burning throat was the only thing that kept him aware of the pain they caused him, making deaf ears those men followed as if they had just challenged them harder. Until they stopped by the great mass that fell and made the ground rumble, they turned to see, a chill ran through their vertebrae but they recomposed --what the fuck do you want?-- said one of them stopping the assault, the other threatened ---Go away before you're the next-- they saw how the substance seemed to disappear and revealed the silhouette of a person, (__) with squinted eyes observed the faces of the two men semi-formed by the presence of the V.E.N.O.M and then travel to the man lying on the ground dejected by the constant blows, breathing with difficulty, This made (__)'s anger as much as Venom’s anger grew, they bowed their head and their smile came from side to side of their face --I also want to have fun--

Hobie was returning from one of the missions with an anomaly, it was very recent his entry into spider society but it was easy to get used to the type of action. He took off his mask and let his skin breathe and gave large inhalations, his lungs filling with the air he had become accustomed to, put his mask in the back pocket of his pants, he took off his gloves and put his hands in the pockets of his vest to start walking slowly passing through some signs of wanted with images of spider man, captain anarchy, among others he knew. After walking several blocks his arachnid sense hit his head, turning in the direction that his intuition told him ran until he reached a dead end but at that moment as if there had never been a arachnid sense disappeared, the only thing he could distinguish at the moment was a man resting tensely against the wall, without losing another second he went to the man who with a horrified face looked at the opposite wall as if he were observing something beyond --you okay?-- the little light that allowed him to see from a short distance made it impossible to make sense of the shadows on the other wall, before Hobie could stand and go to see the man's hand surrounded his arm and almost his shoulder, slowly he moved his head looking at Hobie already with the mask with the same eyes --Venom-- the word barely came out of his mouth before fainting right there, --Man--he shook a little the man who did not answer the call, he grabbed his wrist and made sure it was still pulsing, he sighed to confirm that he still had one, with curiosity he still stood up and went to the other wall, his pupils dilated to adjust, making an effort to make sense of what he saw he pulled out a small lamp that almost always carried with him. By turning it on and focusing on one point, it almost fall due to the shock of seeing blood scattered all over the wall as if it were fresh paint, two hands clinging to some blackjacks and the other two mutilated, the most perverse being that the arms were not held on any body, left to drift. Without looking again, he addressed the man, carried him between his shoulders and went to get help.

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When you approached Venom took control again --with whom do you want to start?-- You did not answer this because one of them ran to both and with the synthetic symbiote lengthened their arm and with his limbs ripped yours, the same damn arm where you had cut before, with a look at the damage it immediately closed and furiously Venom roared. Without much effort you rushed to the man, grabbing his head and squeezing it, he resisted and trying to free his substance tried to protect the man, before any of them could do anything Venom's mouth lashed with his skull, who at the moment of contact with his teeth broke leaving him lifeless.

The remaining policeman finally reacted by jumping on you and trying to attack the neck, he bit you, in response you whipped the body against the wall repeatedly until it was weakened, when the grip was less you went back through the head but first whipped until the blood dripped soaking the wall, savoring in anticipation the tongue lengthened until reaching the head testing the blood that kept coming out and slowly drained the body. You didn't know if feeling disgusted, horrorized, or what, the strength you had, the power to see their frightened eyes as others looked at them. It was an overload of emotions. But still, you wanted more.

After nothing left of their heads you attacked the body --leave their arms-- you voiced Venom --Bullshit-- protested but your tone and thought made it leave it --leave their arms--, when finished, a part of your face was discovered, you took air and exhale strongly but you stopped to hear someone else’s drowned cry and there you remembered, the man. The poor man thought he was in a horror movie or in hell itself after witnessing the abominations that happened. The bad thing is that he also saw part of your face, you both walked toward him, he only with his hands receded until he was trapped between the wall and you, without touching him you simply took your finger to your mouth to indicate that he remained silent, in order not to draw more attention that you already did, you climbed the buildings, when you noticed someone approaching, spider man. From the nerves you took control and fled from there, any part of the city would be better than staying there.

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He swung out of the hospital after making sure that the man was in better hands, of course he did not trust too much since it was obvious that the man could not afford something like this but some doctors had assured that there would be no problem.

He continued swinging until he reached a street where he removed anything that seemed suspicious, walked immersed in his thoughts, in what should have happened.To clear his mind he went to a small park near where he was, when he arrived he saw how there were still a lot of people, it always seemed curious to him how they could continue with their activities in a government like the current one, how nobody was always the same and that everyone changed at all times, how everyone had their ideals, dreams, aspirations, something to fight for. When he reached a bench he noticed the person sitting on the opposite side, without paying attention he took a seat and lay one leg on another without removing his hands from his pockets admiring the landscape and relaxed his face.

(__) had come before he sat on the bench without moving, for some reason they knew that the man next to him was spider man, the nerves were so much that they felt how their hands were sweating --can you relax? It is impossible for him to recognize you-- Venom tried to calm them down but they ignored them --even if that old man had said something, there is no way he knows how you look-- their eyes moved to observe the companion; his vest adorned with pins, his choker with stoperoles, his piercings in the eyebrow, his pants imitating leggins, his wicks, his expression. Their eyes were so focused that when they noticed his eyes moving to see them quickly looked away.

By moving his eyes Hobie was able to better appreciate them, how they dressed, their posture, their body language, when looking at their face he recognized who it was. He had already seen them several times at concerts or protests always attracting his attention but they never seemed to warn of Hobie's existence. At least not as prominent as him. He shook his leg to the rhythm of a song, seeing other places at other people until he talked - night's been very fucked up-- they put their eyes on Hobie again --I bet that police still remembers you well-- with that word almost gives them a heart attack --Police?-- the voice trembled --You're the one who hit that police with his shield, Or not?-- A smile appeared on the man’s face as he remembered, him turning to see them and leaned down on his legs and arms--I think I recognize someone who removes his stupid shield from one of them--their fingers traced their hand quickly, with an exhalation (__) tried to calm down --it depends on who's asking-- they kept avoiding eye contact, which he noticed -- then I must have been wrong, but you know, that was really cool and fun-- he lay back on the back --I’m Hobie, by the way-- a second, six, twenty, a minute, two and they gave no answer --what happens? Did you leave your tongue with the cops?-- Venom mocked --Don’t make your nervousness too evident just tell him your name, or lie to him and let’s get out of here, I’m still hungry--. (__) stood on the bench and with their whole body giving their face to Hobie replied --(__), I am (__)-- this one who no longer expected any answer from their part smiled again, a little less obvious and he moved his head, --Nice to meet ya-- so they started to move away until they heard --y'know, this Friday there will be a concert in ****, You should be there, maybe we need help to knock down some things-- they just turned and nodded slightly to say, --I'll do my best, Hobie Brown-- their voice intermingled with Venom's.

For a minute Hobie remained unmoved thinking he had heard badly,he never told you his last name, did he? And that grave that came out of you, nah—shit, I need a damn nap—he ran his hand all over his face. 10 minutes after you left he did the same taking advantage of his powers to arrive earlier and lie on his bed and stay there until he wanted.

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--Idiot, how do you say his fucking name?-- Already in your house you were going round and round in your room --he did not realize, you saw how it was-- you sat abruptly in the bed and put your hands on your face --this is not real, this is not real-- your hands tightened and began to scratch your face --Hey, hey, calm down a little, I can feel it, you know -- it came out a little to show your face --I’m so fucked up-- you murmured before everything happened hit you and you fainted.

#hobie x y/n #hobie x reader #gender neutral pronouns #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you

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troythings · 2 months

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rating donna troy costumes part 3

oh god. what the fuck man. i have so many opinions about this damn costume. i should not have so many fkin opinions about this ONE costume. gahhhhhh.

it works for that specific version of donna and her origin. an aggressive, more conservative take on diana’s armor. the shoulderguards give off this cool militaristic silhouette, and the belt buckle kinda reinforces that by looking a bit like the one in a service uniform. also personally, the combination of the W logo coupled with the winged shoulderguards, call me crazy but that looks like donna’s belt logo got incorporated. that’s my crazy

it’s also fking impractical. like i think, besides the silver eagle armor its the most impractical armor on this list. the titans hunt#3 cover (left) fixes this by simplifying it and removing the cape. make the shoulderguards smaller and more ‘sculpted’ along the shoulders and it works. also get it a better palette.

i actually liked the composition of this costume when i first saw it, which is bc sonia oback did good job making a cohesive palette. front bodice and the harness buckles were red. side bodice, battleskirt and the upper side of the boots were brown. silver (crest, boot decorations) and gold (studs, shoulderguards belt buckle etc) were used appropriately. leggings and cape were black. there were flaws. but the color continuity worked.

so this starts to fall apart when the artists get inconsistent. finch doesn’t draw it as detailed as it was in the debut issue. the war torn arc had colorists with WILDLY different ideas on coloring the armor. the one in the middle (brad anderson) is all over the place. like holy god. there’s no organized palette or any contrast to diana’s. i also hate the way they colored that cape like. the fuck. why????

that arc did its thing and then new 52 donna popped up in titans hunt. for the most part it only looks good in the covers that yanick paquette drew for the series. like the skirt is simplified, the belt is simplified, we don’t have a cape in that cover and it actually looks redeemable. we also have a structured color palette again: silver makes up a majority of the metals there and maintains consistency, the bodice, boots and arm/sleeves/wraps/whatever are the same shade of red. skirt and armbands are same color. the black non-cape looking harness thing and the leggings match. in the comic it looks like hot garbage. that is all.

imo i think the paquette take on this costume should be the definitive version. it could be improved further by saturating the red further, giving donna actual bracelets, desaturating the gold and changing the red harness buckles to match the silver belt. darken the leggings to black and we’re good.

but like. the perception of this is heavily colored by that one arc. people see this costume and remember that this version of donna committed genocide. same way i hate the current one, just for being in the liberal virtue-signaling steve orlando storyline where unlawful combatant donna troy breaks international law and topples an entire country but its somehow ok because fAsCiSm. and like this costume has to be improved so much from canon. in canon it’s about as ugly as the first troia suit and only slightly more functional. so like. 0/10

so this one’s solid actually. it’s a pretty cool way to tie in the black/silver color scheme without referring back to the godfuckingawful titan seed origin. here you just have the plausible deniability that a) the red became black, b) yellow stars went white and c) gold obviously turned into silver. sort of like a, costume graduation thing. kinda. like it’s a more tactical and reinforced version of the wonder girl aesthetic which is cool. modern militarism with amazon elements. i like the belt but i wish it wasn’t mistaken for an A all the time. the W on the collar is AESTHETIC im sorry but the one good thing of rebirth was that they gave the choker to donna and not diana. but it’s actually p good!! wish we still had it 10/10

fucking 0/10 what were they trying to do here this is ugly this is needless whoever approved this should be court-martialed

ew. ew. ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. like. im sorry but. dc it’s going to take a lot more than aesthetics to invoke the previous continuity. double that when this donna’s first solo story was her committing americentric violations of international law, thanks steve orlando for putting your dumbass liberal escapism in here and now this costume is ruined forever.

also im pretty sure its not gonna get better with the jimenez thing coming up. and the fucking “donna has a father” origin (goddamn ANOTHER RETCON). so not only does this suffer from the same thing with new 52 donna buuuuuut.

dc. this exact costume was conceived in a fan edit from the 2010s. you didn’t even fucking try. 0/10

#wonder woman #donna troy #dc comics #wonder girl #troia

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the-raging-tempest · 7 months

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👾 for lariel if it isn't too late?

Thank you, Harper!! It's never too late! This one is a little odd to explain but I hope it makes sense! A lot of the lyrics are really up to the listener. For this one, I chose Black Swan by aeseaes

To me, this song has a lot of meaning but I'm choosing to see it based on why I put it on Lariel's playlist. First and foremost important context, the Swan is on her mother and grandfather's family crest. To me, this song is about why Lariel feels she sticks out as a 'black swan' in her family and in the world. Her sorcerer's magic and her half-human heritage. How much of her existence is defined by someone she doesn't know.

Who said in my head I knew it Flies creep to keep you down Muddy the middle in static Drying up the now

To me this evokes death. I choose to take this in he sense that Lariel isn't sure if her father is alive or dead. But that it also doesn't necessarily matter now. I also like the contrast in this song between the earth, death, and decay. Human. Where she gets her power. At odds with her elven heritage. Long lived, otherworldly, above humanity. Where she feels trapped.

The greatest kind of love is a fantasy I know I can imagine it true And if you had a part it’s a part of me Smooth and dappled hues

Because she doesn't know her father she can imagine him however she wishes. Can picture that he'd love her without complications. That he'd love her differently than her elven family. This also in my mind touches on her magic. Knowing she got her sorcerous bloodline from him. She carries that part of him with her.

See it shining like a black swan on the edge of what you know Warming wings of wax and feathers, all the things you can’t control

I've talked about this before but the Black Swan theory I also think is important to the song. An unforeseen event with extreme consequences. Often rationalized in hindsight. Originally from the Latin expression "rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno" ("a bird as rare upon the earth as a black swan") Lariel's mere existence has far reacting and unexpended consequences. All from a small affair between an elven noble and a human. Also! Touching on Icarus who flew too close to the sun and came crashing down. Lariel being the mortal incarnation of her mothers hubris and eventual downfall. The black swan as in the dark shadow. Her mother's shame that follows her. Now her affair is known, the consequences given legs, a mind, a heart. One her mother desperately wishes to control but in the end can not.

Bandage my body in blue light Until I am twelve feet tall Safe in the city of wan eyes Where the war-mouths and weevils crawl Praying to the goddess of white noise Fill the fog with freckles of gold Sleep inside the sun as the air spins With songs from another world

I haven't really brought up who he is but this in my mind is talking about her father. So lore drop I guess. This is an omniscient look at him. We see what Lariel does not. Blue light here is the light of lightning. I know it's not really blue, but lightning can often look blue, purple, white, etc. He himself is a sailor, who uses his magic to help control the storms on the ocean. Greatly looked up to and admired. Completely unaware of Lariel. Here he is visiting his home, where he has a different daughter. He is 'safe' with his own life. The fish and bug are included here to show that he lives a simple life close to nature. Living a life that’s flirts with death. Not wealthy in the slightest. He himself worships the Goddess of the ocean and storms. He can in some ways part the fog around him. 'Songs from another world' meaning the Elemental Plane of Air. Where their bloodline comes from.

See it shining like a black swan on the edge of what you know Warming wings of wax and feathers, I’m the one you can’t control

Here we return to Lariel. The magic within her is chaotic and hard to control. But she too in her quiet stubbornness refuses to be controlled.

#oc: lariel #ask game answers #about Lariel

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moonchildbaby · 2 years

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Terry Mccain Relationship Drabbles and HC’s - Pt. 1: Meeting

Originally posted on @retrosimp

Movie: Excessive Force 1993 (Action) w. Thomas Ian Griffith as T. McCain

A/N: G/N Reader and ofc mentions of violence v v passively though

Besides being busy with law and martial arts training most of his time Terry preferers to stick to himself

that's why when the two of you met it was most likely a chance meeting in court or in the jazz club after hours

Also there’s the possibility he might have saved you from some local gangsters whatever is going on in Chicago at the moment or quite the opposite he would actually be the one interviewing you

Terrys pretty intense there’s no doubt about it, the sparkling intense stare his baby blues give might just be the most comforting out of the packet

In any way Terry would approach you

You’re standing outside the Jazz Club on a late friday night, a light drizzle falling from the November sky. Inhaling the smoke of your fag eyes drifting over the lit buildings hovering in the dimly lit street. You hear the doors open and shut, soft music floating through the cracks between you and the entrance .Then all of the sudden this 6′5 tall guy appears next to you. You blink in bewilderment, not having heard nor seen him come to lean against the bricks next to you. Hands in his dark pockets, blue turtleneck on you watch him out of the corner of your eye aware that he turns to face you his musky aftershave lingering in the night breeze blowing around your forms. A perfect stranger. “It’s freezing for November. “ He states and you swear to breathe mint when he opens his mouth. His words make you question if he’s not from here. That and his slight accent. His raven blue bangs wave in the breeze as if they had been kissed by the chuckle on your lips

“It’s always freezing in Chicago.”

As if reading your previous thoughts in your eyes his right mouth corner tugs up in a lazy half smile. “Yeah I’ve been here long enough but if you’re from the islands you never really get used to it. Climate’s milder in Ireland” So he’s Irish. You feel your lips itching into a smirk thinking about leprechauns and all the folklore you were reading as a child “You’re pretty tall for an Irish man” the remark leaves your mouth before you realize it “Yeah I got lucky.” He grins, showing two rows of pearl whites, before extending a large but slender hand “Terry McCain.” You huff in equal amusement, stepping out the remainders of your smoke before turning to face the man beside you fully for the first time. You can’t help but take in his appearance which is even more pleasurable from upfront while shaking his extended hand. “Y/N L/N, pleasure”.

Well. After that he invited you in for a drink, you accepted and the two of you had a great night

He played some stuff on the piano while you were eyeing him from your corner until one of your friends makes their way over saying they were heading out now and you decide to join

Terry and you agree to meet up the following days for coffee after he has offered to see you home more than one time only persuaded by the fact that you and your mates were taking a cab home/not living far off

Imagine his surprise when not as originally intended he meets you on the coming Tuesday fixed up in a nice little coffeeshop with leaves blowing in the early afternoon sky but instead in a hearing room in the Chicago police department

“Funny seeing you here” you remark as Terry takes his seat across from you, eyes a steelen grey. He has not said anything upon entry just opening a file on his lap, sprawled out in front of you, the long legs spread. His eyes mix with the dark of his lashes as he flicks through the file. Then he looks up and your heart heaves when he gives you a toothy smile, a stark contrast to the grey and cold surroundings. Oh how much rather would you have met him in the café instead. “That’s quite a night you had.” Terry remarks as he begins to read from the file.

Assault on two claims after being harassed by two unknown strangers on Friday night, November 12th 1993 around 1:40 a.m. L/N claims to been out with two friends to a Jazz Club that night but refuses the claim of having acted under influence of alcohol or drugs. An alcohol test taken on the night of the incident showed minor levels of alcohol found in the bloodstream. L/N acclaims that the assault had been evoked by one of the men and that they had acted in a matter of self-defence. Police released the 27 year old individual after the completion of protocol. The individual is to come in on Monday 15.11.1993 for a second interrogation into the matter of self-defence. If the interrogation proves sufficient the charges may be dropped.

When he looks up again his face has regained its original serious composure. “And that’s why you should always have me around to see you home. These streets are not safe to wander alone.” His eyes sparkle almost radioactive when his mouth crooks up in the lazy half smile again. “Especially not with a face like yours.”

Terry let’s you off the hook but decides to continue the interrogation on a more “private” level, getting you to say yes to go out for dinner with him.

Deep eye contact and meaningful pauses

Even though he is a looker you manage to pry out of him that he is not seeing anyone at the moment after having split from his previous gf and model Anna Gilmore

Instead of f*cking around Terry needs someone to meet his deep intellectual and emotional needs, like he craves someone to transmit these thoughts to

After the fiasco on Friday Terry practically shoos sweet-talks you into getting in his car and letting him drive you home

You get out and walk the last two minutes together in a pleasant silence while taking in the nightlights and sounds of Chicago

Arriving at the doorstep there is this awkward tingly little pause, your mind races in the silence of the night. You fumble with your keys words on your tongue to invite him inside, partly hoping that Terry will press you against the strong wood and kiss you breathless before a word has been uttered. But then again his heart is just healing. The thumping of your heart in knees and ears your eyes widen just a little, mouth open loosely as you realize he is bending down towards you. Your eyelids close themselves from the approaching blue, breath hitched and waiting. The mint the santal the leather and a touch of cinnamon engulf you in a bewildered combination as Terrys lips meet your forehead. A sensation of silk soft and warm, a little moist but not wet on your trembling skin. It seems as if your wisps of hair try to seem to reach for him as he pulls back, but it is most likely the wind as he takes the key from your pocket, unlocks the door and gently moves you inside, a hand pressed to your upper back. Gently Terry kisses the curve beneath lips and chin before bidding you goodnight in a slightly husky tone His long strides carry him back into the dark blue night while you are still processing what has just happened.

#terry mccain x reader #terry mccain #excessive force #1993 #thomas ian griffith #late night and no proofreading #requests open over my main account @moonchildbaby at the moment #shadowbanning suckz!#90s movie #action #martial arts

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dowhatteverer · 2 years

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Finished all of the main characters in my Remnant City AU designs!

Decided to have their main colors as their backgrounds because they wear a lot of black and I didn't want them to get lost when you click on them for higher quality.

I don't have much to say about Ruby's design because I agonized over it for a while before finally getting something I liked. I know this kind of goes against her gothic lolita style, but I think the rolled up jacket with the dress's long sleeves combined with her skinny jeans kind of sells how young she is compared to everyone else. It makes her look more like a teen.

I changed my initial design for Weiss into something I can see myself drawing over and over again. Definitely took some inspiration from @sytokun 's original design for her early on in his own AU. I also decided to give her her slight gradient back. I didn't change Weiss's wedges because I think they communicate her higher status and maybe something she will need to change to better herself in combat later on. I also gave her wedges kind of a flap to them so it's easier to focus on the red on her shoes.

I already made a post about how I changed Blake's design to be more inspired by a jacket I own that's styled like a leather jacket but is made of stretchy material. I also changed her heels to converse esc sneakers because I think their more practical for fighting. Also, yellow accents for her eyes and to give Yang an in to the team.

I love Yang's hunter outfit and I just wanted to add more Chinese elements to it. I have her in this pose because I love Yang being a fun mix between a hot and she knows it party girl and a tear shit up biker with kind of a tomboy streak. It reminded me of women I've met in real life.

Penny's outfit is more inspired by her volume 7 and 8 outfit but I did a slight redesign on her legs to make them easier to draw. I know she's supposed to keep her robot status a secret, but her robot legs are just so fun to draw that I kind of had to use the rule of cool on this. She'll just tell people their high quality prosthetics her dad made for her. I gave her the orange bob hair she had at the beginning of the series because it's super cute, though in the future I plan to draw it with more curly/kinky elements because even though I love her hair, I do have problems with how the show refuses to use hair textures that black people have.

Initially Qrow was just supposed to have his first design from the show, but then I decided to give him mostly red and black coloring to tie him more to Ruby and to contrast with Ironwood's blue and white. It also might be time to mention that crooked crosses are considered good luck in Remnant and that's why Qrow and Ruby wear them and why crosses seem to exist at all in a world where Christianity doesn't exist.

I pretty much didn't change anything about Ironwood's design that I already did for him because I like it so much. It's interesting to see how I just changed it little by little. First he had a long great coat, then I made it shorter, then I had baggy blue pants, then baggy saturated pants, then no bagginess. I absolutely had to keep the one glove because it was a part of his design I really liked in his first design.

And that's pretty much it for everyone. I might make some winter outfits for them since it's getting pretty close to snowing where I am. Also I have the best idea for Yang's winter outfit already and I'd like to draw it.

#remnant city au #slightly #rwde #james ironwood #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #qrow branwen #penny poledina

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k00297230 · 4 months

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Graphic Design 2

Hello you jazzy jams!

Today we explored the medium of collage in expressing our ideas. We started out with a quick mindmap, practically explaining our project. We then swapped our mindmaps with someone else and cut out pictures/colours/textures that we felt would go well with their project from magazines.

We then used these pieces of cut out paper to create thumbnails sketches where we figured out compositions to assemble them in. The pieces of cut outs wouldn't have been images I would've chosen but I still found it interesting how other perceived my concept and what they thought would suit well.

Firstly, I tried mashing all the images I liked together which turned out messy but funny. I didn't feel like they explained my project clearly as I would've liked though.

I liked being playful with my images and tried to create a nice silhouette of a shape to draw the eye. Once again though I found it got messy and tried other ideas I had.

This time I limited the amount of photos I used. We keep being told that "Less is More" and we should be trying to take away rather than add to our pieces and keep it visually simple.

I used two of my images, some ripped up newspapers and some patterned sheets to add to my design. I felt there wasn't really a focal point to draw the eye in despite trying to circle in on the face so I added some cut out yellow paper to contrast the grey and white surroundings.

I felt this pop of colour was much needed. The concept was this girl who is surrounded by hate and the controversy that we find in everyday life, but can find happiness in what she does and who she is. This is why I used yellow around the head to add emphasis and represent that she's sort of blocking out all this pessimistic noise with positivity. The heart stamp "IT'S NOT YOU IT'S ME" explains that she's the reason she's happy not her surroundings.

I also wanted to add a swing as the original image looked as if she was sitting down and it seemed perfect. I used a simple block of black paper to use as a seat but was unsure for a bit of what I could use as a rope. After talking to Sharon about it she recommended that I use strips of paper as there wasn't any available string. She also felt that the textured design was too busy and that I should try a softer one and that I should cover the bigger headlines so as not to distract the viewer. She also suggested I add a block of coloured paper at the bottom so the piece looks more grounded but I personally like the floaty nature of it, as if her head is up in the clouds and she's on an imaginary fantastical swing in the skies.

This is what I wounded up with. I added the swing ropes using red as I feel it added cohesion to the dolls clothing. I also tilted the swing just to make the piece look more dynamic and draw the eye up and down. I kept the words HORROR SHOW as that's the main idea behind the news headlines and society sometimes feeling like one.

I also changed the textured sheet where it's no longer like a thick grid but composed of lots of + signs. This feeds into the idea of positivity and optimism in my work. I also folded the legs to try and create depth as if the legs are swinging towards the viewer. I originally did it to make it seem like her legs were mangled and she could only sit down, showing how harsh life can be yet she remains optimistic.

I really enjoyed this workshop and it make me think a lot about composition, different ways of displaying my ideas and some of the design principles which I'll discuss in my research.

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masterdetectivexx · 2 years

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What's your opinion on Kuroda Hyoue being the disguised Tsutomu Akai?

I think it would make his character even more interesting, but if he isn't I don't know where and who Tsutomu could be.

And if he is did he meet his kids? I think he met Sera but I am not sure.

"Kuroda Hyoue = Akai Tsutomu" Theory (Updated)

This is my current speculation on Kuroda Hyoue's identity, I will keep it updated as we get new developments.

I think that Kuroda Hyoue is indeed Akai Tsutomu's current identity. Kuroda shares many similarities with Akai Tsutomu and especially his son (Akai Shuuichi). They both have similar fashion sense, with a contrasting white-coloured tie to a dark shirt and a brown overlay, and when it comes to Shuuichi, we got visual cues where they not only stood the same way with hands in their pocket, but also demonstrated the same leg sweep technique (File 989 & 1016), which is most likely intended to indicate that they share the same martial arts (Jeet Kune Do) that Akai Tsutomu was revealed to have mastered (File 1099 & SDB 90+).

Kuroda was also especially interested in the Kohji case, to the point of seemingly noticing a dying message-like name in the news (File 980 & 987). This fits with Akai Tsutomu's interest, that started after Haneda Kohji's father (Haneda Yasuharu), who is Tsutomu's friend, requested that he solved his son's murder (File 1037).

Here is how I currently suspect he turned from a seemingly deceased MI6 agent from Britain to a member of the NPA's Public Security in Japan in the last 17 years.

We know from File 1048-1049 that Tsutomu had a confrontation with Vermouth 17 years ago after his investigation on the Kohji case, and that clash lead to him being presumed dead by the BO. We then learned in File 1099 that Wakasa and a "monster" (Rum) was involved in what potentially was that same incident that lead to his presumed death 17 years ago.

As I speculated before, I think that Tsutomu's investigation lead him to finding out that Kohji's dying message revealed "Karasuma" to be the culprit, and that the prime suspect Asaka is innocent. I think that Rum found out about Tsutomu's investigation and baited him to a location using Vermouth, who disguised as "the innocent bodyguard Asaka" and carried Kohji's shogi piece charm as proof to convince him. Before going to the meeting location, Tsutomu warned his family about making enemies with bad people and told them to move to Japan, so that his family's whereabouts aren't discovered (File 972), in case he doesn't survive the planned meeting with "Asaka" (similar to Mary's contingency plan of having Masumi contact MI6 about fake Tsutomu in case Mary didn't make it back in File 1049).

That lead to Tsutomu finger jabbing Rum's left eye (as hinted by Gosho in the OdaxAoyama interview and File 972) and ultimately getting defeated by Rum after letting his guard down around Vermouth (Fake Asaka/Wakasa).

I suspect that Tsutomu's confrontation with them lead to him surviving (like Mary) and changing his identity and appearance (likely through plastic surgery). Afterwards, to pursue the organization further, it makes sense that he would have moved to Japan, where the culprit(s) "Karasuma" originate from, just like the other overseas agents (i.e Hondou Ethan from the CIA). Just like Mary, who got ahold of a fake pass to fly to Japan (revealed by Gosho in SDB 100+), Tsutomu had also gotten ahold of a fake pass with the alias "Kuroda Hyoue".

I think that he then decided to investigate the Karasuma Group/Black Organization, by becoming a public security officer of the Japanese police (in order to extract information easier, as referenced in File 1033).

In order to get a pass into the police academy in Japan (disregarding of his blank background), I suspect that Kuroda/Tsutomu secretly relied on his relationship with the head of the Ōoka Group (who is currently retired) that was revealed in File 1088, similar to how his friend Haneda Yasuharu did in File 1039-1042.

The Ōoka family has been shown and hinted to have great influence and connections with people in high positions, like the Tokyo governor (File 992), making them more than capable of helping Kuroda/Tsutomu join the japanese police.

In other words, the same time as his eldest son started to work towards becoming an FBI agent 17 years ago (File 972), Kuroda started to work towards getting accepted by the National Police Agency (File 913). He then built himself up and became what I think is the backstage administrator of the NPA's security planning division (who recieves all the classified reports of their NOC:s), all within 7 years.

Seven years later (since his disappearance), Kuroda/Tsutomu has made a name for himself within the NPA and has diligently kept his safe distance from his family, but before the status quo with his family could change, an incident took place around 10 years ago, that lead to his 10-year-long coma (File 914). We recently learned that Iori Muga, the current butler of the Ōoka family, was a former coworker of Kuroda within the Public Security, who went with the alias "Sakakibara" while undercover, which was likely before Kuroda's 10-year coma (File 1090).

I think that what lead to Kuroda's burn-scar-causing and right-eye-losing incident 10 years ago was that Iori Muga (who is actually Rum's true appearance) deemed Kuroda as a threatening and formidable enemy to the black organization. He therefore secretly orchestrated the incident that made Kuroda fall into a coma. Kuroda's hair colour changed due to the stress of the incident (his hair was perhaps shaved off for surgery purposes and white hair grew instead) and he didn't wake up until 10 years later (File 914).

I suspect that when Kuroda/Tsutomu woke up from his coma, he suffered actual memory loss to an extent, which is why he was perceived to have become a different person (As Yui mentioned). This concept was already foreshadowed as a possibility through Vermouth's disguise cover story when she faced Mary as Tsutomu (File 1048).

This would also explain why Kuroda immediately reacted to Wakasa Rumi in the news in File 980, while also still acting unaware of her identity as if he is trying to confirm suspicions of her being a criminal tied to the Kohji case in File 987-989, despite potentially having met her 17 years ago as Tsutomu. The amnesia could have made him forget her potential role in his demise 17 years ago, but he still found her familiar enough to the point of investigating her and making the connection between her name and Kohji's dying message.

While he may have forgotten significant things from his life as Tsutomu, his goal to take down the BO and find out who Kohji's killer is hasn't changed. Although the NPA had him move to Nagano to ease back into his work (before he moved to Tokyo MPD as the new superintendent), I think they gave Kuroda permission to still keep his Backstage administrator role active and stay in contact with their NOC ("Bourbon"/Furuya Rei) by Kuroda's request (File 1017).

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 1 year

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Down the Rabbithole, Part 3

First

Tim sat in the window. He hadn’t been sitting originally, but when he started getting weak in the knees he had decided it was probably for the best that he didn’t sit any longer.

Damian had crawled over to look as well and also fell in a huff, but it was unclear whether that was because he, too, was stunned by the sight or because his legs were no longer strong enough to hold his weight.

Tim was going to guess the first. It made him feel better about doing the same.

The world outside was insane! It was a valid reaction!

Don’t believe him?

Imagine the night sky. It’s a large expanse of nothingness with nothing but a few pinpricks of light that allow you to see. Now invert it. The entire world was a brilliant expanse of white that was somehow even harder to make sense of, and only the specks of darkness gave for any real contrast.

The specks of darkness, if he squinted, seemed to be locations. There was a rather large one nearby (or, at least, nearby in a relative sense) that he could make out to be a small city, with the many skyscrapers and people walking around. All of the buildings were a mismatch of styles from different periods of time and parts of the world, only strung together into something coherent by the excessive vegetation that made the place look almost overgrown.

Really, it was no wonder Damian and Tim had been overwhelmed standing in the thick of it. There was just so much, he couldn’t imagine someone being perfectly calm and collected their first time seeing it all.

Footsteps padded across the carpet.

Ladybug strode over to the window, knotting a rope around her waist. “What do you think?” While she was clearly trying to look nonchalant, she was fiddling just a little too much with the rope to give off that impression.

Tim didn’t pay that any mind. There were more important things to concentrate on at the moment.

“What’s the white stuff?” Tim asked, pointing an almost accusatory finger out the window.

She blinked once, and then tipped her head to the side consideringly. “I don’t know, really.”

His mouth dropped open.

“I think it’s… kinda like water?” She continued, pure white eyes narrowing in thought. “But more gaseous…” She snapped her fingers. “Kinda like steam.”

“Can you breathe it in?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t suggest too much of it at once, sometimes even I get lightheaded, but how else do you think we get downtown?”

She leaned past the pair of adoptive brothers and unlatched the window. The glass seemed to move of its own accord, swinging outwards without a single push. “If you want, you can come out with Teeks and me while we work and test it out for yourself.”

Tim took one more hesitant glance out the now open window and then shrugged. Why not? His day had already been so weird. Might as well do this.

Damian leaned through the window – not even seeming to notice the finger that hooked itself in the back of his new onesie just in case – and held a tiny hand out. Then he frowned and drew back, his baby face screwed up in confusion.

Tim did the same. He made a motion not unlike what someone would do when checking the weather, but he was surprised to find the air wasn’t all that different. In fact, the air close to the house seemed to be the same, completely normal air that was inside of it. The whiteness seemed stuck, approximately ten feet away, as if held by an invisible barrier.

His attention was drawn away when he realized that Ladybug was tugging him closer to start wrapping the line around him. She did so far more securely than she had done for herself, looping it around his chest and shoulders as well as his waist.

“What’re you going to do?” He questioned.

Ladybug snickered. “The rope is just to make things easier on me, I don’t really need it,” she said.

And, as if to prove it, she hopped upwards. She didn’t touch the floor again.

Inbetween blinks, a set of wings sprouted from her back.

Again. This might as well happen.

Damian cringed away from the new wind created by the fluttering of the clear, black-tinted wings.

She almost didn’t seem to realize the kid was there, instead taking Tim by the hand and making her way towards the window.

Damian held his hands out to him, clearly asking to be taken as well, but Tim shook his head. The baby looked positively affronted, but Tim had his reasons. Judging by the rope Ladybug had tied to him, there likely wasn’t an easy way to get around and he might just drift off into space if Tim dared to drop him.

Not that he thought he would drop the kid. He was great with kids.

But also he didn’t trust himself to not drop Damian reflexively if the kid drooled on him.

“What do you want your section of the house to look like?” Ladybug asked, dragging him both out of his thoughts and the house.

Tim swung his legs wildly the moment his feet left the relative safety of the house. He felt completely weightless, like there was nothing except for the hand gripping his and the rope tethering him to the house. It was like free-falling without the grappling hook, and he was just waiting for the moment where he hit the ground.

He thought he was going to throw up. The only reason he didn’t was that he didn’t want to find out whether the throw up would continue to hang limply right in front of his face.

“Weird, right?” Ladybug said and, even in his fear-stricken mind, Tim thought she sounded strange. Flatter than usual.

His head whipped around to look at her, his brain desperate to concentrate on something that wasn’t the fear pounding in his chest.

She blinked at him. Her smile had lessened somewhat. He thought that her eyes were the exact same shade as the world around them.

He frowned. “Are you alright?”

She laughed without humor. “Just a side effect. I’ll be fine. You wanted to touch the air, didn’t you?”

He was suddenly aware of the fact that they had drifted to the edge of the maybe-barrier keeping the whiteness at bay.

He swallowed thickly.

But he was already there, wasn’t he? And she had said that he would touch it when they traveled ‘downtown’, so it was probably better to touch it now and get used to it, right?

“Hey, what style do you want your part of the house to be?” She asked.

He glanced at the house and was, for some reason, surprised to find it to be the same style as the city – in that it didn’t have a single style at all. There were only two sections here, though. One looked to be done in the style of Ancient Chinese architecture with sloping roofs and false walls, while the other wasn’t that far off from the European architecture he had seen when he went on that world tour looking for his father. Instead of the vegetation that had been used to bring the city’s many looks together, they had used the same, bright-colored accents to tie it all into one cohesive look.

And then he remembered she had asked him a question. He shrugged. “Gotham architecture? I guess?”

She tipped her head to the side consideringly and then looked at the house. “Gothic?”

“No –,” he started to correct her only to realize that, yeah, actually, that was true. “Wait, no, nevermind, you’re right.”

She hummed. “Alright. Well. Enjoy the air.”

And then she pushed him out of their protective bubble.

Good news, guys! He no longer felt weightless.

Bad news, though… he no longer felt weightless.

Air pressed down on him from every side, feeling heavier as it pressed down his throat than any gas should have been, and he was struck by the sudden realization that it was hot. Not unbearably so, but enough that it was hard to concentrate on much else.

He could breathe, but only just.

He was going to ask Ladybug for an oxygen mask whenever he got out of this place.

Wait. He could control that. How’d he forget that?

He looked down and found he couldn’t really see the rope through the dense whiteness. He couldn’t see his hands inches away from where he was pretty sure his face was. Everything was weird, scrambled, wrong. How could he have seen where the city was but now he can’t see himself? Where was the rope and what way was he supposed to be dragging himself?

Okay. He couldn’t breathe anymore. But that wasn’t really the gas’s fault. Not directly, anyways.

He swallowed as best he could, but it all stuck in a glob in the back of his throat that made every breath – which, admittedly, he wasn’t doing that many breaths right now anyways – seem to vibrate.

And then he was back to being weightless.

He blinked in the face of Chat Noir’s green sclera just a few centimeters away from him. The slitted pupils were dilated strangely, but Tim didn’t care as he threw himself at the man that, hopefully, knew how to get back to the house. He wasn’t scared to ask for help, nor was he scared to wrap himself around a person if that meant getting to safety.

Chat Noir made a laughing sound that wasn’t quite right. It rumbled in his chest. It sounded almost like a purr.

The miraculous holder didn’t make any moves to hold Tim back, too busy using the rope to drag them both back to the house.

His body came back to him in a rush and he might have immediately crumpled at the new weight if the cat hadn’t caught him instantly.

“I should have realized that would happen. Sorry,” the man said, carrying him to the couch.

Tim allowed himself to be dropped on it, because spreading out on a couch sounded great at the moment. He needed to lay down.

And that’s exactly what he did. For an embarrassingly long time.

At least Chat Noir didn’t seem impatient. He picked up Damian, who was frantically trying to push himself up to stand so he could check on Tim (aw, cute, teenage-Damian wouldn’t do that but at least baby-Damian wasn’t an uncaring asshole).

The kid, for once, didn’t put up a fuss at being held. Instead, he looked Tim over with frantic, wide eyes.

Tim tried for a smile to soothe him. It must not have been all that convincing if even a baby didn’t fall for it.

He pressed his hands over his face for a good long while, working on his breathing exercises.

Eventually, he relaxed

“We have to go through that later?” He said the moment he remembered how to use his vocal cords.

“It’s not as bad when you’re falling,” Chat promised.

“Falling?” He said.

His voice did not squeak, ignore Damian’s sudden bout of laughter.

He took another long, deep breath. “Like steam my ass,” Tim muttered.

This time it was Chat who laughed, though it didn’t sound particularly mean-spirited. “Is that what she said?”

He nodded.

Chat Noir’s laughter ended in a tiny sigh/ It sounded in equal parts fond and exasperated. “She’s pretty old, even holder-wise, so she’s used to everything.”

Tim nodded slowly. He glanced at Chat, who was quietly bouncing Damian. “How old are you?”

“Uh… I’d be… pretty old, but I still might have been alive if I was aging normally,” was all he said.

Tim thought that over. “Are you the youngest? Of the holders, I mean?”

Chat Noir glanced at him and Damian. His lips curled in a strange kind of smile.

“Not anymore.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked warily.

“You’ll find out soon,” he said. Maybe cryptic sentences were the norm here? He turned away. “Want to burn some stuff with me?”

And you know what? Tim absolutely did think that burning things sounded like a good outlet.

So, the pair and the baby were pulled into another room in the house. This one was… almost unbearably messy. And that was coming from Tim. At least things – mostly clothes, it was almost entirely different clothes and fabrics – were usually contained in piles that allowed for easy walking.

Also, there were a lot of burn marks littered around almost as liberally as the fabrics. And what seemed to be explosives residue all over the place?

Tim remembered that Chat Noir held the miraculous of destruction.

… riiiiight.

Chat grabbed a box of matches from his dresser and handed them off to Tim. “Ready?”

“Isn’t this a fire hazard?”

“That’s the point!” He said, adjusting Damian on his hip.

And, maybe against his better judgment, Tim helped Chat set and control fires for the next few hours. It was… kind of fun, honestly. Damian had gotten bored a few minutes in and Chat had set him on the bed (Tim hadn’t even seen it under all of the blankets) to sleep, but Tim? Tim wasn’t going to deny that it was actually… a lot of fun to knowingly, purposefully destroy things. Especially with Chat, who was so into it that you just couldn’t help but enjoy it as well.

Eventually, Ladybug poked her head in, smiling again like she hadn’t pushed him into a weird vortex.

Tim should probably let that go, from what Chat had said she didn’t know any better, but he was still a little bitter. Understandably.

“Hey, the new rooms are done, do you want to head out to get things to fill them?”

Tim blinked, momentarily distracted from the light glare he had been sending her way. “Why do we have to head out for that? Can’t you just… make it? Like you did the house?”

“It’s not fair if I make all of our stuff for free when everyone else has to pay,” she said, shrugging. “I can do construction, that’s already my job, but everything else –.”

“You guys have jobs?” Tim blurted. And then his face flushed. He supposed societies wouldn’t function without people working together.

Thankfully, neither seemed that upset, nor condescending.

Ladybug raised her hand. “I’m the one that constructs buildings. I also work in textiles from time to time.”

“I’m in charge of demolition,” Chat Noir said, grinning. “The guy you saw earlier, Pegasus, is in charge of most modes of transportation, and he’s a pretty wicked inventor, too.”

Yeah, he could see that.

“Bunnix helps us all dimension hop… they also have a babysitting service that no one uses,” Ladybug continued on with a grimace.

He tried to imagine Bunnix taking care of children.

They were right to not let them do so.

But then he narrowed his eyes at Chat Noir. “Everyone else has two jobs. Why do you only have one? Is it because you’re new?”

“I…” He glanced at Ladybug.

She only shrugged.

He sighed. “I ‘deal with problems’,” he said carefully.

And, oh, now that he said it outright Tim remembered Pegasus mentioning that they had dealt with ‘Hawkmoth’. Whoever that was. And Chat Noir was the one most often seen out doing vigilante-business back home, while Ladybug sightings were more sparse.

But then…why had he seemed so hesitant to say that?

Tim narrowed his eyes even more, but decided it wasn’t a good idea to question a person that just openly admitted he ‘took care of problems’ if said person was feeling hesitant to give up much information.

Ladybug clapped her hands together. Damian stirred at the loud sound, and gave her a grumpy look, but she just laughed a little and continued on without much care: “Anyways, we should get going before shops close. Rena is great and all, but I don’t think she’ll be happy if we make her stay up.”

Chat hummed and scooped up Damian. The kid gave him a nasty glare, but he just bounced on the balls of his feet to soothe him while he concentrated on the other two. “We should give him his miraculous before we go. We can get away with a human baby, but an adult is gonna make everyone jump to the same dumb assumptions Pegasus did.”

She shrugged, pulling a strange necklace out of nowhere. “I guess you’re right.”

Tim couldn’t help but lean in. He wasn’t going to deny that he was curious. Maybe that was what screwed him over with the not-steam earlier, but a miraculous was a whole different level of interesting. Immortality, magic powers, and eldritch beings? Who wouldn't want to know more?

Probably sane people. But he was a bat, so…

Still, because he was a bat, he needed to be cautious.

Tim looked down at the choker he was being offered, leaning close. His eyes flicked to the plastic-like ladybug that had taken residence on Ladybug’s head and settled down in a way that would have allowed someone to mistake it for an innocent, completely normal hairpin. He glanced at the shadowy cat that lay wrapped around the back of Chat Noir’s neck like a scarf.

“Does mine look weird, too?”

Damian sighed a little. Nice to know that, even as a baby who didn’t understand him, the kid’s sass hadn’t disappeared.

“No, the dog kwami doesn’t look weird,” Chat Noir said, his lips curling into a strange kind of smile.

Ladybug snickered and elbowed him in the side. “You're mean.”

He stuck his tongue out playfully.

Tim glanced between them warily before taking the necklace. It gleamed in his hands, seeming to glow a brilliant orange, and changed from a delicate rose gold band to what might have been mistaken for a Hot Topic choker. He blinked once, quietly inspecting the necklace in his hands, and then shrugged to himself and pulled it over his head.

He… didn’t feel much different.

What was different was the small animal that popped out of nowhere. It looked to be… a poodle?

Huh. It really didn’t look weird.

Damian’s eyes lit up and he reached out to pet the new dog, and Chat knelt to allow for this, only for the kid to recoil instantly.

He pulled his hand back, staring at it in a horrible mix of betrayal and disgust.

He looked up at Ladybug and Chat Noir when they snickered at his distress, and then held his hand out to them as if to try and show them that this was a serious matter.

This only made Chat laugh harder.

Tim raised his eyebrows at the three of them and reached to touch the dog himself, only for him to realize what, exactly, was up. It was, indeed, a serious matter.

Why was the dog sticky?

The dog’s tongue lolled a little. It did not answer his mental question.

It was a cute dog. He was terrified of it.

“Congrats on the Dog miraculous, the miraculous of Loyalty,” Ladybug intoned. Clearly, that part was a formal thing she had to say. But, then, she smiled. “How’re you feeling?”

“Not much different,” Tim admitted.

Both of the miraculous holders breathed sighs of relief.

Tim… didn’t like that.

“What?”

They stiffened, looking very much like people that had gotten their hands stuck in a cookie jar and were now considering breaking it to get themselves out, consequences be damned.

But then Ladybug rubbed the back of her neck and started to explain that, “If you aren’t the person meant for the miraculous but get it anyways…” She grimaced, glancing at Chat Noir for help. The man’s gaze had found its way to the fireplace. “Well. The kwami will reject you, which means you don’t get all of the benefits.”

His hand flew up to the necklace that fit just a little too snugly around his neck.

That was how chokers work, yes, but that didn’t mean it didn’t feel like an omen.

She ran a hand through her hair, almost displacing the kwami sitting there. “You still get immortality, and you get to use all of the powers as usual… but humans aren’t really… made for that,” she said. She swallowed thickly. “Humans aren’t supposed to live forever, definitely aren’t supposed to have superpowers, and they don’t really do well with it.”

It was very quiet for a few moments.

And then Chat Noir clapped his hands. “But you’re only doing this for fifteen years, so I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“Note to self,” Drake muttered. “Don’t use the godly powers, whatever they may be.”

~~~~~

@hammalammadamdam

#worldbuilding my beloved #timarichat #tim/adrien/marinette #timaridrien #timdrienette #maribat #tim drake #red robin #down the rabbithole #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

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rainbowninja00 · 11 months

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Bluetale (no real spoilers for Chapter 23 of TSE)

so in the newest chapter of This Solar Eclipse, we are introduced to Aqua, Bluetale Toriel. but what is Bluetale?

I'm glad you asked! I'm gonna have a cut cause this might get long.

Bluetale is just like Undertale, but blue. the characters, locations, and even items are all blue!

the characters are either blue or have a blue tint to them (Toriel and Asgore's fur is lightly tinted blue while Alphys and Undyne are just blue) and use blue magic a lot more. so instead of Undyne using green magic in her fight she uses blue, they all do.

Chara and Frisk have blue streaks in their hair to match their souls. speaking of which! determination isn't the primary soul trait here, integrity is. Frisk has a soul of integrity while Chara has one of patience, that's how they stuck around for so long.

"but what about the human souls?" they got another kid with a patient soul and one with determination instead of integrity.

let's talk character design cause I can't draw :')

Frisk wears a sweater coloured robin's egg blue with baby blue stripes. they look pretty much the same other than the sweater and hair streaks.

Chara has blue eyes instead of red, and their sweater is sky blue with powder blue stripes. they are also pretty much the same other than that.

Flowey resembles an echo flower so he can easily sew seeds of chaos throughout the underground. Asriel has a powder blue sweater with sky-blue stripes and slightly tinted fur!

Toriel has a deep dark blue dress with the original white accents, the delta rune on her chest is the same colour. her fur is slightly tinted blue! (her omega timeline design is a bit different, I will describe it more in the next coming chapter of This Solar Eclipse)

Sans looks relatively the same, he has baby blue mittens and slippers instead of pink.

Papyrus has a deep blue scarf, boots, gloves, and emblem. the yellow parts of his outfit are the same tho. much like how everyone draws him he has the body suit thing covering his arms and legs, but instead of being black, it is a very deep navy.

(all the NPCs look basically the same but recoloured blue, for the shits and giggles I might just photoshop some sprites of UT characters to show what I mean.)

Monster Kid is a very light blue, almost seeming white with how pale they are. In contrast, their lil poncho is sky blue with royal blue stripes.

Undyne is very much the same, but her hair and accents are black. her boots are a pain so I say they are just any fuckin colour cause I can't decide. she already has a lot of blue and idk.

Alphys is the same shade as monster kid, if not a bit more green, think a very pale mint.

Mettaton is just switching the pink for blue, either sky blue or a deep blue im not sure.

Asgore's blonde hair is black and his cape is royal blue.

Last but totally not least, the annoying dog has a slight blue tint to its fur and a dark blue paw print mark over its left eye.

the plot is the same as Undertale, with no real changes except for BLUE.

integrity is so important because it's about honesty and being true to yourself and others!

I am definitely gonna recolour some of the in game sprites to show off what they look like so keep an eye out for that! feel free to ask questions about this au cause I'd love to play with it more.

@dreemurr-skelememer Thought you might be interested in a more classic style AU (big 2015-2016 energy here)

#utmv #this solar eclipse #Bluetale #undertaleau #undertale multiverse #undertale aus #undertale multiverse au #undertale au

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adobe-outdesign · 3 months

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I'm loving all the neopets posts, would you ever consider reviewing my not very popular favorite the ogrin?

Ogrin have a reputation for being an "ugly" Neopet, but in all honesty I don't really get why. I can get why they're not super popular, as they're not overly cute nor elegant, and they don't really have a distinct visual hook compared to some Neopets—but ugly? Not so much. There are a few things that could be tweaked, but I still like Ogrins as a whole.

Visually, they're kind of like an okapi of sorts, in that they're ungulate-like and have stripes only on the back part of their bodies. However, they also have a few unique features, such as having paws instead of hooves. I like this, as it makes for a more interesting creature design.

The body is broken up pretty well into three shades of the same color—darker accents for the fur, the base color, and tints for the face, underbelly, and paws. This helps with contrast and readability. I also feel like the stripes could've been the same color as the fur.

As a whole, the stripes are the one issue I have with the design—they feel a little cluttered in such a small space and they already have a lot going on with the rest of their bodies. They're interesting, but I feel like they would've looked a little stronger without them.

Ogrins were released not too terribly long before customization, so they look about the same other than the markings not quite reaching the tuft of fur on their cheeks in the customized version and a wider stance.

Favorite Colours:

Robot: Robot Ogrins have a really neat look, giving them an incredibly intense expression and some really slick plating over their bodies. I do think they're a smidge too detailed—the weird blades on their forearms, extra lights on the tail and haunch, and head light could've all been dropped—but it's still neat looking. I do wish it had a mane-like structure on it though, as it doesn't read much like an Ogrin without it.

The uncased version is also interesting, with fun spring-like horns and a neat looking jaw. However, it doesn't really look like it goes under the cased version at all, and between the two, the cased is the stronger design.

Tyrannian: Ogrins already have a pretty prehistoric look to them in a sense, so the Tyrannian Ogrin works out well. I like how the stripes have been increased to be longer and cover more of the leg (once again, very okapi-like), and details like the spots on the fur, claws, and a longer beard. However, I do take a bit of issue with the head—the mohawk should've also been spotted for consistency, and the face needed a far more grumpy, more caveman-like look to it.

Chocolate: My favorite part of this design are the little chocolate shavings that form the mane, which is a fun concept that works really well. It also sports a nice white chocolate drizzle for the stripes, whipped cream fur, and has a nice drippy look around the base of the paws. It's cohesive and looks really good (and delicious).

BONUS: Unsurprisingly, I also have to give a shout-out to the giraffe design with the spotted Ogrin. It's super simple but looks very nice, and the spots feel a bit more cohesive than the stripes did on the original design.

#neopets #neotag #ogrin #neopet reviews

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retrosimp · 2 years

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Terry McCain Relationship Drabbles and HCs - Pt I: Meeting

Movie: Excessive Force 1993 (Action) w. Thomas Ian Griffith as T. McCain

A/N: G/N Reader and ofc mentions of violence v v passively though

Besides being busy with law and martial arts training most of his time Terry preferers to stick to himself

that's why when the two of you met it was most likely a chance meeting in court or in the jazz club after hours

Also there’s the possibility he might have saved you from some local gangsters whatever is going on in Chicago at the moment or quite the opposite he would actually be the one interviewing you

Terrys pretty intense there’s no doubt about it, the sparkling intense stare his baby blues give might just be the most comforting out of the packet

In any way Terry would approach you

“It’s always freezing in Chicago.”

Well. After that he invited you in for a drink, you accepted and the two of you had a great night

He played some stuff on the piano while you were eyeing him from your corner until one of your friends makes their way over saying they were heading out now and you decide to join

Terry let’s you off the hook but decides to continue the interrogation on a more “private” level, getting you to say yes to go out for dinner with him.

Deep eye contact and meaningful pauses

Even though he is a looker you manage to pry out of him that he is not seeing anyone at the moment after having split from his previous gf and model Anna Gilmore

Instead of f*cking around Terry needs someone to meet his deep intellectual and emotional needs, like he craves someone to transmit these thoughts to

After the fiasco on Friday Terry practically shoos sweet-talks you into getting in his car and letting him drive you home

You get out and walk the last two minutes together in a pleasant silence while taking in the nightlights and sounds of Chicago

#terry mccain #excessive force #1993 #terry mccain x reader #thomas ian griffith #g/n reader

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This is almost entirely unchanged from the original, I've just gone over them all with watercolour to fit the rest of my wildlife fact file pics. I will therefore copy-pasta all the text from last time.

Makakis came about because screw horses. Horses are way too finicky. Horsey people are very knowledgeable about horses; I couldn't give a shit about horses. I give up trying to make my horses realistic.

Also, on a side note after seeing a bandicoot digging at Mum's lawn yesterday, I had the idea that most mammals in Tsyllaes should really be marsupials, what with it being based pretty heavily on Australia and all.

I decided to try combining these ideas, starting with real marsupials, the extinct megafauna. Honestly the only one big enough to ride is the giant wombat, which absolutely bloody exist in Tsyllaes now, but not overly convenient as a steed. I looked then at extinct mammals to see if anything else might be useful, and came across the macrauchenia, some weird South American creature which was its own evolutionary branch, unrelated to anything else that currently exists. The closest they've got is the tapir/horse/elephant branch. PERFECT. Also I can find virtually no info about this thing.

The common makaki is the one people think of whenever they think of a makaki. In keeping with their not-horse origins, their patterning is generally anything that a horse can be, as well as in keeping with their being marsupials, anything marsupials can be. They're about 2m tall at the shoulder, so significantly bigger than horses, but they're also very chill with sitting, most often lounging like kangaroos. I wanted to draw one lounging here but I needed to show the heights, so I'll do that when I eventually draw the Own's makakis. They have three toes on each foot, which makes them more agile and gives them stronger ankles than horses so the sodding things don't break their ankles. They live mostly in the mountains and hills of Kazin, Llayad and northern Raykin, where they use their snoots to pull leaves off of trees for food, occasionally fruit if they can get it but they're fine off leaves. They're suited to Kazin's open forests and the plains of Llayad, not so good in full desert with their comparatively small feet and need for water. Those from tropical forests and the Llayan savanna have no mane while those from the colder mountains have manes all the way down their back. The particularly cold border between Llayad and Kazin also breeds them with floofier coats. Llayans call these ones Kazinian makakis, because Llayad has their own 'common' one.

The destrier is the one bred for battle. Bigger than the common makaki and with very strong legs, especially the back legs for springing forward from a stationary start. They have the longest tusks of all makaki breeds which can be an extra weapon in battle, and longer trunks, too, cos. I dunno. I felt like playing with the trunks. I'm sure there's an application for that. Also, side-note, this one's Mongrel! After drawing all the boys' makakis, I've better figured out how their anatomy goes, so I've tweaked this one a fair bit from the original, giving him longer, thicker legs and changing how the back legs kink to be more like how I've been drawing them, a bit more strength and spring to them.

Oooooh he's a big, beefy boy, this one. The draft makaki has been bred for pure strength, huge forequarters for pulling heavy carts and plows, big feets for digging, strong trunk and tusks for pushing over trees and hauling branches.

By complete contrast, Assiraz's makaki is bred purely for looks. The more snowy white, the pricier the animal, except their swishy gorgeous tail which has all the colours. Long, elegant legs and slender, curving neck. They're named after Empress Assiraz, who was the one to start breeding them in the first place. Literally their only use is to keep nobility's skirts clean and elevate them above the plebs, so in that regard they're highly practical. For anything much else, they're kinda useless.

Native to the tropics and bred for its meat, the stocky little tapi has patterning on its back like a giraffe and range from grey, like the above, to dark brown with black spots to better camouflage. They taste like camel. I've never eaten camel so just roll with it.

DONKEY. Or more technically a mule, but I just wanted to call it a donki. It's a hybrid between a tapi mare and common stallion to make a smaller makaki, less fragile in the legs giving them greater endurance than the common makakis, but because they're much smaller they're cheaper for the average Kazinian. More than half the donkis are sterile, which makes those ones nice and cheap for the poorer Kazinians, and even those which can breed are still significantly cheaper than common makakis and WAY cheaper than draft makakis.

The two Llayan makakis, first one just called the 'Llayan makaki,' but, as mentioned before, Llayans call this one the 'common makaki' and the other one the 'Kazinian makaki'. She reach! And she has a foal in her pouch :D Llayan makakis are a bit smaller than the Kazinian ones. Also, because they're not actually zebras, the dark stripes can be any colour, though herds are mostly all of one colour.

Secondly, the rigaffe! Tollu girl is tollu, though I did shrink her a bit from the original. I think they also have colour variations, too, but always with the giraffe-like patterning. If you're wondering how the joey gets back in the pouch, it doesn't. Once the joey has left the pouch, that's it, it's out for good.

#makaki #assiraz's makaki #common makaki #destrier makaki #donki #draft makaki #tapi #llayan makaki #rigaffe #marsupial #kazin #llayad #artists of tumblr

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