POV: You invite OTH to your beachside BBQ after Spring Fest because you are a good person and are now starting to regret this decision, you don't deserve this why has Cod and all things Marine forsaken yo-
This will be the first and last time I humanize the characters, don't want to step into that whole beehive. Pearl is the coolest squid alive who will teach you all the important things about living in Inkopolis. Also, Marie and Agent 4 jumpscare. Please ignore wonky chairs.
Don't have much free time to draw, so sorry for no art in a while.
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Day 525
"With all due respect sir please watch your back."
sorry its more HC x FMA AU again
Major Stevens Impulse is basically Pearl's right hand man. He often accompanies Pearl or Gem during field work and sometimes research. He's a skilled marksman and physically stronger than Pearl and Gem (that is, without the use of their alchemy). Pearl and Gem are also notoriously bad at watching their backs, though they joke that it's just to give Impulse something to do.
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after getting the shit beat out of him on multiple occasions, confronted by the mafia, also on multiple occasions, multiple instances of attempted murder, I think that Phoenix deserves to be forced to be a little kickass. Like he worked at a shady restaurant and wins poker games against people who are drunk and probably more than willing to kick the shit out of him all the time, there's no way that he wouldn't be able to defend himself in some way. Maybe Trucy taught him how to throw knives or something and I know he's a funny indestructible punching bag of a guy but come on... I think at least for his daughter's sake he should at least know how to handle a gay little knife or something.
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Hello, yes, hello um hi, um, yes I like this:
If I'm wrong, and I probably am, is there just a pinch of inspiration from the Phantoms from Prey?
There is not! But i can see what you mean by it.
In this case shes really just a result of wanting something with a flexible design, so ink+shapeshifter. Plus just a general like for ink/drippy designs and shadows.
The 'werewolf' here was combining wolf + her non-mimicking form, which is some sort of weird worm thing. Since shes not human at all, so a man-wolf doesnt fit :)
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It’s no secret that Warden Gaeric is not keen on outsiders.
Communities as sheltered as the Hisuian clans tend to produce two types of people, after all - those who long for openings on the world, suffocated by monotony, and those who want nothing but to preserve the frail jewel of their heritage by hiding it from outside threats. Gaeric belongs to the latter, or at the very least has been taught to think as such: he can see the improvements contact between people can bring, but he fears the sound of the vastness he doesn’t know might drown out the voice of his native dialect.
Nobody batted an eye when he did not trust the Freak Of The Mountain when he was first brought to the settlement.
It’s also no secret that Warden Gaeric broadened his shoulders and chest so that it could better hold his heart, and no surprise at all that he did not hesitate to jump into the ice cave where the Alpha Froslass had near frozen the poor thing to death for her Snorunts to feed upon, his Glalie almost snapping her in half with his jaws as he rushed the delirious man to his home.
By the time the Freak was all warmed up, full of Aspear berries, and no longer at risk of losing his life, the warden had given himself no choice but to grow fond of him. Maybe in part helped by how the foreigner had curled around him in his fever, calling out for his uncle almost in tears.
Gaeric had even insisted he be allowed to keep his old clothes once he was welcomed as part of the Clan; although he too had been piqued by the man’s stubborn opposition at the request of getting rid of them, he understood the comfort they could bring him as mementos - reminders of a place, a home, somewhere and someone to belong in even when the memory of it all failed to reach him, like the unsteady whistling of a melody from childhood.
It’s no secret that Ingo - Warden Ingo, now - thinks very positively of Gaeric, too.
For saving his life, certainly, for understanding his melancholy - but for simpler reasons too, like being polite, and being quite the wrestling partner, and returning his greetings every time they meet. It sounds a bit silly that he would count something like that on almost the same grounds of nursing him back to health, but he is instistent that even such seemingly unimportant things are part of what he appreciates about the other warden.
Then again, he’s a loud, peculiar man; so it’s quite normal that he thinks in strange ways.
It’s not that well-known, however, that yesterday Gaeric pulled Ingo to the back of his hut by the hand, and pressed his lips to his cheek with a smile, muttering something sweet while holding his fingers. And it’s not that well-known that Ingo held his gaze down and buried his stoic face between his hat and the collar of his coat, as if he were as red as a Magby, and murmured something back.
And if somebody did see that (and if the two were to find out that they were seen they would be so very awfully embarassed) - well, they know whoever the wardens kiss is not their business, and they shouldn’t tell.
At least, not to Irida.
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