#burning core

[caw4brandon]

- Omnibeasts 2.0 -

The Omnibeasts make a return to form with some revisions. [The Omnibeasts: REVIVED] It's just one colour for now just to be safe. I didn't really like the yellow version.

A little update to their lore is their pseudo-scarf-like arms of varying patterns being used to differentiate between them. Omnibeasts also have the sensitive nose of a bear, Hooved front legs and spider back legs and finally, the ears of cats.

They travel mainly in herds and squads to hunt for food or scout ahead. Omnibeasts eat almost anything and everything they can get their hands on. They are as the name suggests, Omnivores. They eat grass, meat, fish, insects and even human food.

The lore is the same as previously mentioned. They are the oldest native beings in Kingshaven, they hold shards of Purple Burning Cores. These Cores allow them to use all of the STAB. Aside from that, yeah. That's it.

[coffee2029]

Loving the arena rn

[lem0neye]

I give you guys MORE v1 in portal au cuz im obsessed

[rotinmycore]

open your eyes, it’s just a burning memory.

[witchlingcirce]

When your 55 years old and your first friends ever are a 15 year old who you told to kill his grandpa, a 300+ year old witch who has odd intentions and has probs been drugging you, and an old man who spends all of his castle funds on new outfits and being sassy.

[batbonesandlace]

[d3spairisart]

Ermmm burningcheese wing grooming :3

[mymyarchives]

[90s-2000s-barbie]

August 11, 2008

[caw4brandon]

- Queen of The Hoodlites -

The Hoodlites are going through a hierarchy change and we're starting out with a new character that will change the landscape of the Hoodlites.

"They worship HER" so they said. The Hoodlite who did the Impossible. Fuzed with the blessing of the Core onto a willing Havenite soul. Yazamanyhands; The Queen Mother of The Core.

It's said that in the darkest depths of the underground. The elusive species; The Hoodlites worship and tell stories of a beloved queen. They gave her many titles: the many-handed one, the Queen Mother, and The Omnibeast Hybrid but she is most popularly known as; Yazamanyhands or Yazmin.

- Meet Yazmin (with a Z) -

The origins of Yazmin are murky since everything we know about the Hoodlites is hazy. It's passed down from Hoodlite to Hoodlite; that Yazmin was once a human. More specifically, a Grimmjaw Havenite. When her village was facing a deadly force of invaders at their door. The Havenite made a deal with a powerful Hoodlite for help.

In return, the Hoodlite bargained for the desperate Havenite to fuze her body with its Core. Since then, Yazmin has become the first-ever Hybrid. Followed by other examples; Anis Rusli and Timothy Brian Anderson.

As a Hybrid between a Havenite and a once powerful Hoodlite with Omnibeast Compound. Yazmanyhands or Yazmin shares several unique abilities.

Just by her appearance, Yazmin has four arms. She is coated with grey durable skin that can withstand physical harm. Both of these are an after-effect of the fuze that changed her physical appearance. She can also use all of the STAB.

As a side effect, her eyes are replaced by a pair of lavender sclera with no irises. She has silver-white hair which was caused by the physical stress of the fuze. Yazmin has Amnesia. As a person, she has little to no recollection of her former life before the fuze.

In her new life, Yazmin is revered as a queen who protects her Hoodlites from harm. She is also closely connected to the Professor for they are supposedly adopted siblings of the Burning Core.

[fallandfigs]

So I’ve been thinking a lot about how Hawkeye and Trapper might reconnect after the war, assuming they didn’t write to each other after Trapper left.

This is still rough, but I’m picturing Trapper, attending a medical conference in Indiana, going to pick up his morning paper in the hotel lobby. He starts flipping through the pages, skimming over the various articles, when he finds, on page 3, a picture of Frank Burns staring back at him.

Yes, that Frank Burns.

It’s the most unflattering picture he’s ever seen. Frank is squinting and sweating, the image is slightly fuzzy, and to top it all off the headline is equally embarrassing: “Major Mess at the VA.” Turns out Frank had gotten caught in a compromising position (with a female employee) by a VA police patrol. A patrol Frank himself was responsible for initiating (he’d called near-daily to chew out the shift-leads for dereliction of duty). Well, they finally took his complaints to heart. Quintessentially Frank all over.

And Trapper bursts out laughing right in the hotel lobby. He clips the page and stuffs it into a first class envelope so fast it’s on its way to Maine before the conference is even over.

It’s probably the last thing Hawkeye expects to receive but damn if it doesn’t get him cackling.

[burningcheese-merchant]

"Who am I if I don't have what it takes?"

OG post haha

[zhaeros]

[allastoredeer]

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There was something…off about Lucifer.

Something that wasn’t adding up.

Alastor watched him from a distance. At first it was to get a better read of him, and how long he intended to stay, but the as the days ticked on, an unsettling feeling of wrongness grew in the pit of Alastor's stomach.

It’s the mixer that set off the first alarm.

Lucifer followed through with his promise to get Charlie a meeting with Heaven—now scheduled a few days from then—and he and Charlie were in the kitchen cooking up a celebratory meal.

Alastor hid in the shadows, watching the two bubbling personalities with growing boredom.

“Oh, wow, it’s been a while since I’ve been in here,” Lucifer said, wandering around the kitchen as Charlie pulled appliances out of cupboards and ingredients out of the pantry.

“Yeah, Vaggie and I rearranged a lot of the hotel. To make it new and refreshing, you know?”

Lucifer nodded, as if he understood exactly what she meant. “Well, you’ll have to show me where everything is, I guess,” he laughed, opening a few cupboards. “Because I have no idea where that blasted mixer is. I could’ve sworn it was in here.”

“I’ll grab it, let me just—oh, hold on,” she pulled her phone from her back pocket as it started ringing. “It’s Vaggie. She’s out running errands. Do you mind if I?” She gestured to the door.

“Oh, go right ahead. I’ll get everything ready in here.”

“Thanks, dad.”

She left and Alastor was prepared to follow her example, as there was hardly anything worth watching in the kitchen, but paused when Lucifer let out a deep, happy sigh and turned, walked to a cupboard across the room, and pulled out the mixer.

Alastor frowned.

But it could’ve just been a lucky guessed, he reasoned as Lucifer plugged the appliance into the wall, humming a jaunty circus tune to himself. But then Lucifer opened a drawer close by, grabbed a wire whisk, then hopped a few shelves over for a mixing bowl. The squirm in Alastor’s gut tightened.

For someone who hadn’t been there in centuries, he sure knew his way around.

Still, that wasn’t too strange. Lucifer was an immortal being. A few centuries was probably little more than a week for him. Who could say how his memory matched?

Except…

Didn’t Charlie say she and Vaggie rearranged everything?

His magic, Alastor decided. Divine powers of an angel, and all of that. Surely that would cover finding basic kitchenware.

But even that explanation felt a bit…off.

Something about it wasn’t right.

It was Lucifer’s confidence. The way he strode from cupboard to cupboard without a lick of hesitation or a hint of doubt. No fumbling, no second guessing, no pulling out the wrong drawer, even on accident.

Still hidden, Alastor inched closer, to get a better look.

That’s when Lucifer turned his head and looked at him.

For a split-second, when those red slitted eyes met his, Alastor thought he’d accidentally stepped out of the shadows, because all of the sudden, Lucifer's smile was gone, his humming dropped, and the cadence around him became tangibly colder. Alastor checked himself but, no, he was still hidden. Still covered in shadows in the corner of the kitchen, where the lights weren’t far enough to give away his hiding spot.

But Lucifer didn’t look away. He wasn’t moving. Wasn’t blinking. It didn’t even look like he was breathing.

There weren’t many things in Hell that unsettled Alastor anymore. He’d encountered demons without eyelids, ones who seemed to disappeared when they stopped moving, plenty who didn’t need to breath or eat for days on end.

Lucifer was hardly the strangest, or scariest, thing he’s seen, and yet…

He slowly cocked his head and took a step around the counter. Alastor’s heart jumped. Lucifer still hadn't broken eye contact. He walked slowly, not like he was scared or nervous, but careful and quiet, like a predator stalking through bushes. Trying not to startle its victim.

Alastor figured he may as well step out of the shadows, seeing how his presence was obviously known. Or he could simply leave. Just meld into the darkness and return to the parlor to see if anything interesting was going on at the bar.

But he couldn’t, for the life of him, move.

His body refused to. His lungs held his breath captive in his chest. His heart thumped harder with growing unease.

Deep in the recesses of his mind, a small, intrinsic voice told him to stay still. To keep eye contact. So certain that if the moved, if he took his eyes off of Lucifer for one second, he wouldn’t be fast enough to see him a second time. Before it was too late.

The closer he got, the louder that voice became, until Alastor didn’t feel like he was controlling the shadows so much as the shadows were holding him in place. He was trapped, completely and utterly, and he could. Not. Look. Away.

Lucifer was only a few feet away when the doors flung open and Charlie bounded inside, hauling a load of groceries with Vaggie close behind. His change was immediate.

The air warmed, his dark demeanor disappeared and a wide, happy smile lit up his face. He whirled around. “Char-Char, welcome back! I think I found just about everything.”

“Oh, wow, you did,” Charlie said, looking over the counter. “It wasn’t too much of a hassle, was it?”

“Ah, not at all, kiddo. I found may way around. Ready to get started?”

“Yes! Here, Vaggie got the rest of the things we needed.”

Lucifer walked to her with a pep in his step, but as he rounded the counter, he looked at Alastor again, face impassive and cold, and suddenly Alastor was being thrust away. He stumbled out of the shadows on the third floor, knocking into a hall table that nearly took him off his feet. He clutched it, barely keeping himself from hitting the floor.

He stared at the wall, stunned.

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I've mentioned that I've wanted to write a dark!Lucifer fic and I got an Anon a while back asking how I would go about writing that.

Well, here's a little piece.

[palmtreepwr]

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[v4guelyv4mpiric]

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