#@chainsxwsmiles

[sleepyinksquid]

Ello my Ocean Peeps ❤️!!! It has been a while since I have posted anything!! So I did a little doodle today!!

I love seeing @chainsxwsmile 's art so so much ESPECIALLY with their version of Bruce in Finding Nemo in the Tolkien verse (Hobbit/LotR)

I very much HIGHLY recommend you to go check out their FANTASTIC work and the time for their artwork's and small animations is INCREDIBLE!!!

Anyways here's the little gift doodle!!

Characters Ft : Troll!Bruce, Chains Tolkien!Persona, and My Tolkien!Persona !!

They are all making some pretty flower crowns 🪻🌹🌷🌻🌼🌺🏵️🌸 anyways hope you have a beautiful rest of the day!!

[chainsxwsmile]

I mean, he IS, Dory, but he’s a safe ex-predator 😆

[chainsxwsmile-personal]

Funny that this is only the second tutorial I’ve ever uploaded on Instagram

This is more for Procreate specifically, but (sans the water brush) it pretty much applies to any program that has layer functions!

Want more tutorials in the future? Comment on what you’d like help on!

[warhornofgondor]

@chainsxwsmile

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Bruce had managed to take out most of the Orc archer’s arrow embedded in his neck— having luckily just missed an artery by a few inches. Yet therein lay another problem: the arrowhead snapped from the shaft, and stayed buried within the Troll’s neck. The surrounding flesh reddened angrily as Bruce attempted to dig it out himself to no avail— despite his own sharp claws, his digits were far too large to retrieve the tiny metal piece. If the arrowhead wasn’t poisoned, it would no doubt lead to an infection if it stay buried in Bruce’s skin. An infection in a delicate area so close to his carotid artery was something that the Troll preferred to avoid, if possible. Even if that meant approaching what most other Orcs or Ologs would consider to be a sworn enemy. How could Bruce know, or care? He hadn’t seen battle. Not outside of Mordor, of course. “Look, I reckon I understand the cause for yer concern,” Bruce said, pulling away his hand to show the angry wound. “But I don’t ’ave any weapon on me— on my honor!” Perhaps not the most persuasive statement: most regarded Ologs are living, breathing weapons.

"You do not need a weapon. With one blow you could flatten me like a squished fruit."

The olog-hai was huge. Boromir stood a proud 6' 4" but this creature still dwarfed him. It was over a thousand pounds of muscle, and usually accompanied by rage. Even clad in silver armor with the Galathilion shining, Boromir did not feel invincible.

One thick brow remained quirked in suspicion as the man decided whether to help or not. If it was a ploy, it was an unusual one. It was the olog's eyes that made him hesitate . Boromir knew pain and he recognized it in the other.

"I am not a healer. Are you certain you want me to assist?"

[paintedmakos]

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Luke Sigma and Allison "Spike" Landers from 'I Remember' part 6, drawn admirably by the talented @chainsxwsmile . I'm very happy with it, thank you for taking the commission ^^

[heylinhenchman]

"Did you just call that giant shark your father?"

" No ! You're HEARING THINGS. Get a doctor ! " Jack flushed and mock-gagged, before digging into his face. It wasn't like his real dad sucked... bad. But he wasn't exactly there. Bruce was just... caring, for a giant landshark. From the moment he stopped being a monster to Jack, he just seemed to act like something a little more dependable than a henchman. Since he was a sapient creature, there was no relegating him to 'mans best friend' even if it was tempting. Without the othering, would that just make Bruce his best friend ?

@chainsxwsmile mention

[elphilim]

Koa didn't know how long she'd been walking, or where she was going, let alone where exactly she was right now. She had neither a destination nor a plan, and had simply started walking after sneaking out of Rivendell. True to the motto "The journey is the destination." But as fate would have it, her path had led her to Mirkwood. Through thickets and over hill and dale, the little elf made her way through the forest. It was already beginning to get dark, and she desperately needed to find some food, water, and shelter, but there was nothing to be found anywhere. Just trees upon trees.

Sighing, Koa stopped for a moment to look around, hoping a path would magically open up for her to follow. But when, as expected, nothing happened, Koa struggled on. She had only taken a few steps when she suddenly tripped over a protruding root and tumbled forward into the foliage at her feet. "Damn…" Koa muttered as she sat up and dusted off the dirt from her hands. Sitting on the ground, she suddenly heard the cracking of branches. She immediately looked in that direction, hoping for someone who might be able to help her. "Hello?" she called into the darkening forest, but received no answer.

Koa then shrugged, assuming she'd have to find her way alone. After she got up from the ground, Koa began to climb up a tree. Perhaps she'd find her way out from up there. However, bevore she reached the top, a branch she was about to climb suddenly broke off, and Koa fell with a scream into a gigantic spider web. "Ugh," Koa she let out in disgust as she hung upside down from the tree, covered in spiderwebs. Koa really hoped that none of the spiders responsible for these gigantic webs were currently here. They must have been huge to be able to weave such webs and Koa really didn't wanted to meet them.

Of course, her hopes were immediately dashed when she heard another rustling sound and saw a giant spider geting closer. Koa's eyes widened in shock, and she began to wriggle frantically, trying to free herself from the webs. "No, no, no…" she cried out in panic. As she noticed the spider approaching, she broke off a branch from the tree to somehow ward it off. "Stay away from me!" she yelled, waving the branch wildly.

But all was in vain. Before she knew it, the spider began to wrap her in its web.

✰ Starter for: @chainsxwsmile ✰ Age: Kid Koa 90-120 (9-12 human years)

[tidalhaired]

+ 🗡 - Chainsxwsmile (Olog-hai verse) // if that’s alright!

@chainsxwsmile

A being this large was unable to sneak up on someone with keen elven hearing. Elrond was wary of the hulking Olog and had kept him in his sight ever since he had first spotted him among the large trees of Mirkwood. Since these beings were far more intelligent than their sun-averse, uncoordinated brethren, Elrond remained highly vigilant.

What he found in those eyes was unusual. There was no gleam of evil in them, nor the cold sadism and desire for violence most of the Olog-hai displayed. He swore he saw interest in them, hesitation even. It was curious. Why was the Olog here? Why had he not attacked yet? Did he plan to but did not want to spook Elrond into fleeing? He was confident he could outrun the far larger creature.

They continued like this for a few more hours. Elrond travelled ahead, the Olog-hai followed suit in a safe distance. Eventually night fell and despite Mirkwood already being a dark place, neither stars nor the moon reached beneath the thick canopy of the trees here where they were most dense. The forest was darkened further like parchment covered in fresh ink, and so Elrond decided to rest. It was not all bad, the Olog's presence seemed to keep malicious beings, like the large spiders, away.

Elrond made a fire and gazed towards his odd travel companion. He then looked away to gaze into the dancing flames, pretending to lose interest. It was a silent invitation to come closer. At least close enough so that they could exchange words. He allowed his mind to drift off for a while longer, but his ears listened to every step and every breath the other took.

Eventually the Olog made it close and Elrond gazed up at him, arching a dark brow when a large blade rested against his throat. "Surely you did not follow me all this way to kill me now. I do not believe you mean me harm." He raised his palm slowly, a pacifying gesture, and moved it towards the huge hand holding the blade's hilt just as slowly. His hand halted right above the hand for a few seconds, as if offering the other moments to prepare himself, then his palm came to rest on scaly flesh. "You want something from me, do you not? I will hear you out, if you remove your blade."

[jessiedoodles01]

(1) i was able to get a gaza donation commission from @chainsxwsmile

bobby happily ate his s’mores as his bigger brother benny was playing on his small game console handheld trying to fight the boss fight as his little wolf knight booked it around the area hiding underneath his blankets

both boys were getting ready to have a sleepover even though they were in the living room so not really that far as they would watch movies and try to stay up to at least twelve to them that was a long time

[chainsxwsmile]

(Tolkien verse) Bruce hailed from the wild population of Olog-hai in southern Mirkwood. Caught at a young age, he was brought to Lithlad in Mordor and sold to Gunag the Cruel— the Overlord of a regiment therein.

Gunag made it his own personal mission to break the young Olog and extinguish any measure of defiance, dignity — and gentleness. His first action— enlisting Bruce into the fighting pits.

More to come on the differences between Olog-hai from Mirkwood, Mordor, and Gundabad!

[chainsxwsmile-personal]

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[mambo-by-a-mile]

🎉 💙 🔒 📘 💔 💤!

🎉  = When is your muse’s birthday? Is there a special meaning behind the date for you (the mun)?

December the 1st during the first snowfall of that year. My own birthday is in December on the 19th and I adore when it snows on my birthday, and always thought Mambo came off as a Sagittarius like me, especially with him influencing a lot about me as a kid. I just figured him being born at the start of my special month was fitting. Plus, I always watch the film on my birthday as a treat to myself.

💙  = Who does your muse have a deep and loyal love for?

He won't openly admit it, but Munk who is all he had for the longest time even with their clashing personalities and bickering. He always has Munk's back whenever anyone else threatens him or picks on him, with a personal rule that 'nobody messes with Munk except me'. He also has a soft spot for Ella after getting to know her as a person and not another fairy tale character, first shown where he is concerned about her feelings when he and Munk are explaining to her about her story with him encouraging her to go after what she wants and not what has been set up for her.

🔒  = What is a secret that your muse will take to the grave? Why have they decided not to tell anyone

There was a day where the room had a basket full of yarn balls for quilting or repairs the wizard was doing, and Mambo's curios cat like instincts he tries to hide got the better of him, leading to him playing around and getting tangled in them, needing Munk to help him out of it. Munk still uses it as kind of blackmail to get Mambo to do his chores to this day. He doesn't dare it to leave the top tower room because of how embarrassing the scenario was. There was that and Munk accidentally walking in on him finishing up a bath. Needless to say, he grabbed a towel immediately while still fluffy and they both agree to not bring that up for as long as they are able to live.

📘  = Describe an AU verse/story that you have written out for your muse that you’d love to roleplay. Why did you choose to make them that way?

I did do an angst drawing based on an ide of an AU of Frieda having her way where he ends up a prisoner which started from a random whump drawing and lead to that because hey I love my guy but like to imagine scenarios where he is hurt like that, but I was thinking of a couple others. One of a villain sidekick/bumbling henchmen au with him and Munk to a villainous character like Hades or any other fairy tale villain, and another of a modern lab animal/creature au. The former I like because it is fun to imagine the possibilities of the two of them being evil minions while retaining their goofy clashing personalities ala Pain and Panic rather than good sidekicks, and the latter because more whump or angst potential with the idea that Mambo would be seen as an odd specimen or animal worthy of study if he was seen today with the modern sciences and labs used now.

Also, I love the idea that the film Hoodwinked is the result of Mambo messing with the story of Little Red Riding Hood and would love to write a whole au plot of him and Munk being alongside those characters.

💔  = When is a time your muse was heart-broken? Was it someone else’s fault or your muse’s? What did they do to get over it?

There was a time where Munk was stressed out with a day's work of chores and snapped at Mambo's trouble causing shenanigans which lead to the mess in the first place as well as his messing around with powerful magic from the staff. He ended up yelling at Mambo if there was anything he could do right instead of making the lives of everyone else around him worse and to just get out of his sight which got to Mambo deeply. So much he had no sarcastic comment in response. This was a mix of both their faults. Mambo shouldn't have been callously messing around with powerful magic, but Munk shouldn't have taken his anger that far though his feelings were valid. Mambo ended up leaving to go for a walk on his own before even thinking or returning to the castle. Munk did later go out to look for him after he didn't come back for a while and I would like to think this is the scenario which leads to that other injury one I have been thinking about.

💤  = What position does your muse sleep in? What side of the bed do they prefer? How many blankets and pillows do they usually use? Do they snore or sleep with stuffed animals?

He will often sleep curled up on his side in a similar position to an actual cat, he enjoys sleeping in his beanbag chair seen in the film as well, often with a fluffy pillow and fuzzy blanket. He doesn't like anyone else knowing this as it upsets his 'cool guy' persona, but he likes cuddling with the old teddy bear laying in the top tower room.

[royalreef]

@infernalpursuit inquired: write something nice about the first person you see in your dash!

(( Defaulting to the first person I saw after I got this ask — @chainsxwsmile is one of my favorite rp accounts, artists, and people on my dash!! I love all the extra attention and detail being given to a mostly forgotten/unpopular character, and especially all of the detail given to him simply as a shark. As most people who follow me know, I'm a big proponent of xenofiction and speculative nonhuman psychologies and behaviors, and I really like the emphasis given on Bruce simply existing as a shark rather than a need to anthropomorphize him or give him too many human behaviors, or in falling too far in the opposite direction and turning a very real and maligned animal into a monster. He's simply a shark, who has shark behaviors and lives the life of a shark, and that fact is both neutral and inhabited wholly, and I love to see that!

I also need to shoutout the artwork — they render underwater scenes so beautifully and are an expert in balancing the realistic and the stylized, and I love looking at all of the little detail and rendering that gets added in! The sheer love that comes through in all of the characters she draws is fantastic to see, and you can really see the passion in every stroke.

We don't get to write very often ( and it can be hard to work Miri in in a way that feels natural and normal ), but I always enjoy seeing them on my dash and look up to her writing!!

[lookingforroleplayers]

I wanna give one big loving shoutout to @chainsxwsmile's blog! They're a fantastic writer and i love the protrayal of their muse sooo much!

[heylinhenchman]

Continued w/ @chainsxwsmile | Old 'Friends'

Jack surveyed the twisted hunks of fake flesh and shared leather accoutrements. Soulless eyes stared emptily into the dark of the basement, looking all the more corpse-like for his efforts to make something realistic. It was almost unnerving to still have these husks in his basement, knowing what they were capable of.

" More like my greatest rival. Not that he'll ever hear me say it. " Jack griped, pushing back from his work to wheel his stool over to the table RoboJack was buried under other projects. He brushed aside some of the tools and tinkerings, exposing gashes and crumpled sections of the replicants body. Particularly around the neck, where he'd yanked the primary processing unit off RoboJacks shoulders once, leaving the once negligible seam around his neck twisted in jagged strips.

" Repairs aren't really worth it. I made this guy in my image. Which means he's just as stubborn as I am. " He pushed the body on the table around until it was laid out flat, so he could access the panel on the chest, opening up the robots mechanical guts, " I unplugged his battery after last time he betrayed me. Which wasn't easy. Try fighting yourself, but 'yourself' knows all your moves and is made of metal. Sonic makes it look easy. " He doubted the Cetus would get that reference.

" I bet making one of you would be pretty cool though. " Not that he needed a replacement... yet, " I bet I could make it hollow and pilot it from the inside. That'd make a handy submersible. And I'd have something to patrol outside while you're in here. "

Bruce did spend substantial time close to his side. For a creature Jack certainly saw as wild animal-adjacent, Jack went well out of his way to make it possible for the Cetus to enter his home. Much to the chagrin of his parents, finding scratches on walls and broken furniture from time to time.

" I promise it wouldn't gain sentience. That's only happened twice on my watch, not counting that one time with the Heart of Jong... And my gardening bot isn't half as vengeful as this guy. " He pinched the nose of the bot, which felt cold and firm in his hand, " I've been meaning to take him apart but... " His hand slipped to the bots cheek, staring at it's frozen, feral grin, " I was pretty proud of it, before he turned on me. I tried to make a program to override his rebelliousness, but it actually countered the programming. I really made an evil machine with a mind of its own... "

" In a weird, patricidal way, he's kind of like my son. I brought him into this world and I can take him out, you know ? But it's hard. He's just so good at being evil. It's hard not to be impressed. I feel like I should have him in a decorative case or something. " It was as close as he could get to rewarding RoboJack for being interesting, because he certainly didn't want to risk turning him back on again... right?