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Minamoto Minako and her Zanpakutō Spirit! Just sketches, but I'd draw a Mantis again any day, that was fun

Also featuring the Star of the Story I have 1/3 done now: Toritani Jirō!

I love him dearly, even if he is a stubborn dumbass. Maybe because he's a stubborn dumbass.

Jirō is a funky trans lad who tries the very dumb idea of putting yourself in mortal danger to coax out your Zanpakutō Spirit.

It doesn't go that well, but one thing leads to the other and his empowerment journey begins!

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I had a stupid idea and yeah

Wrestling as a form of affection

World's most irritable man and world's sneakiest little shit

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Igarashi Akihiro and his rambunctious fiancée

I was struggling with his hairstyle for so long, until I decided to style his bangs after a frontal shot of a canine jaw. Bang teeth. Beeth. Hehe.

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Junelezen Day 5: Ice

"Be wary of my stare, for if you care caught in it, I will freeze you.... and then drain you."

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"GO BACK TO SLEEP!"

OOC: Hey all! This is a screenshot of one of my newly revamped OCs, Loki, and the Beginning of my plot for their faction, House Glaceil. These are vampires I made lorewise (Permafrost Vampires) that are somewhat more accurate to traditional european vampire lore.

This was fun write and I hope you enjoy it! Vampires can be brutal :)

CW: Blood & heavy gore in the writing!

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“A new dawn, bathed in blood, is upon us, my brethren!” 

He may as well be the God of Chaos with how he stands behind the lecture, gazing out at all of his loyalists. Those loyal to him know what’s happening, twisted, excited grins evident as fangs are flashed. Oh, they want to see blood. 

After centuries of cruelty. Centuries of fixation on the old ways. They’ve had it. THEY’VE HAD IT.

Several elezen are bound by expertly-tied rope, courtesy of the House’s now-true Lord. Muffled screams and whimpers emit from the victims of this twisted sermon. 

Lord Loki de Glaceil is bathed in a deep red from the crystals to his sides, with the endless void seemingly behind him. Very little light is in their Temple here, and the voidsent frozen in time, emerging from the murky depths of the dark, seems to stare out sleepily at the cult members. 

Loki continues, unable to help but let a joyful cackle spill from him. “With Ishgard changing, it is time for our House to embrace change as well. No longer will we hide in the shadows. No longer must we fear mortals and bow to their commands.”

A low, hissing cheer rises up from the crowd, glowing serpentine eyes locked on the Lord. 

Raising his claws and slamming his fist on the lectern, Loki gives another wild cackle, some strands of his ebon hair falling into his face. His ears twitch back, and he runs his tongue over his sharp teeth. “The world is our hunting ground. We need not abuse blood slaves for our own gain. We need not bury what these fiends before me consider ‘lesser’ under layer upon layer of bodies and blood. NO! That practice ends here, and now.”

The cheers intensify, along with the growls and whimpers of those tied up, who sound out in protest, not like they can do a damn thing. It seems they’ve been sapped of power and beaten to a pulp in some fashion. The House had been undergoing change slowly, and the serpents have finally struck… 

Leading to this now extremely *rapid* change for it as a whole.

“Our prey will fear us, along with the rest of the world. Whether they remember we are their hunters, or not… We can tear through memories and minds oh so beautifully, just like flesh, with our claws and teeth.” 

His eyes darken, and yet another mad laugh escapes him. “And if… perchance… someone gets a touch too aggressive with us, we can dine on their hearts, now can’t we.” 

The Permafrost vampires need not kill their prey, after all, and would rarely do so unless they deem it necessary. They would sometimes wipe the memories of their prey, but at times, not even bother. Especially now, with the wider world being deemed as necessary to fear them. 

While this shift in hunting method is generally progressive and trending less toward ‘morally absent’ and more toward ‘morally grey’, it’s clear Loki has no qualms with slaughter should he deem it necessary, or striking fear into his prey. 

He is a bloodthirsty monster, after all…

…moreso than most, really. He loves tearing the life from his victims, truly. Just as much as he enjoys his ‘precious’ treasures, those he takes as lovers. War, love… blood, sex. All the joys of life, to him, an art, really. Something at the top of the roster of his many talents. 

Lord Loki Glaceil is unhinged like his father, even if initiating real change for his House. 

Nothing makes that as abundantly clear as when he crouches and leaps over the lectern, splattering blood everywhere, including over the victims tied up in a fetal position a few yalms from the lectern. He straightens up, more strands of his hair falling into his face, turning him from a well-kept and esteemed Lord into a wild monster. 

His magic swirls around him, a miasma of red and black. A man of many talents, he’s got bardic magic in the bag, as demonstrated…well, now. Even if it’s just for show, and not something he uses in combat, typically.

When he begins to hum, background instrumentals begin. Not to mention very, very eerie distant background screams and other such similar noises. He addresses his people as he approaches his father, Lord Zimant de Glaceil. 

“Don’t fret precious, I’m here… step away from the window. Go …back to sleep. Safe from pain, and truth, and choicccccce… and other poison devils…. See they don’t give a **Fuck** about you, like I do…” 

As his voice now echoes, he grabs his father by the throat with one hand and hoists him up. Cackling, he screams, “COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP… COUNTING BODIES LIKE SHEEP…” 

Then, Loki raises his other hand thrusting it toward his chest and slashing through his fancy suit and flesh. 

All the while, letting out roar-screams of excitement that echo endlessly through this odd void.

He literally begins peeling away the flesh as tears spill from the enemy Lord’s eyes, cries of sheer agony slipping from the muzzle over his mouth. That process done, Loki’s hand returns to his father’s chest and tears through the chest muscle, bloodied while seeking out the rib on the left side… ah. 

Perfect. 

SNAP!

“GO BACK TO SLEEP!”

The distant sound of war drums indeed rises up the more and more Loki mutilates the still living body of the (very soon to be) former House’s leader.

With that sickening noise, it’s torn from the rest of the ribcage. CRACK! Then another… CRACK! Then another. 

Screams rise up from Lord Zimant’s chest, though that definitely won’t be the case for long. They turn garbled and unclear as it becomes hard for him to breathe… but that’s not what kills him.

Loki’s hand wraps around his heart and begins pulling. With an intense, wet tearing noise, the heart is dislodged from its owner. Loki drops the limp body of his father to the ground and opens his jaws, sinking his fangs into the heart. 

He doesn’t drink it. 

No, that would be silly.

He tears off a chunk and begins to chew. Hungrily, starved, as if this is the most delicious treat in the world. Loki even gives a moan-like growl as he does so, as if in some sort of intense ecstasy. His eyes even roll back a little, this twisted ritual caressing him in all the right ways. 

When he finishes with the heart, he licks his lips and gives a hum. 

His eyes gaze out at the excited stares of his followers. Some do look upon him with a healthy dose of fear, but inspiration, nonetheless. Those tied up look up at him in sheer horror… knowing their fate. 

Indeed… Loki kneels down beside one of the vampires, a male who had been very loyal to his father. He grabs his chin and removes the muzzle of the victim, tilting his head. What an unusual event. Loki, covered in blood, seems to want to hear what this one has to say. 

A desperate, pleading voice rings out. “M-master, my love… w-what… please spare me, after all we’ve been through…” gasps Orlault. Loki had fallen in love with this loyalist to his father, but had never quite been able to convince him to leave those twisted beliefs behind. 

So when Orlault killed one of the ‘prey items’ Loki had taken a fancy to - that is, offered a home in exchange for blood - Loki dismissed this and seemed to not care. 

In reality, Loki never forgot. 

Her name had been Evelyn, such a pretty little thing in mind and body. She thought she had a second chance here in the House, willingly providing for *some* of Lord Loki’s blood needs and eventually falling in love with him.

Orlault didn’t like the attention she got from the Lord, though he was fully aware of the Lord’s polyamory and accepting of it. But…with a blood slave? Livestock? 

Even if Loki didn’t see her that way… Orlault did. 

And so, one day, he ‘took care of the problem’, begging the Lord’s forgiveness and professing a deep love for him. Loki, the snake he is, accepted this for a long while, keeping the charade up for years that he still loved him.

Which marks this moment as… particularly important. 

Orlault, for his part, is taken off guard completely. 

Loki leans into his ear and whispers, “But of course. You are so skilled with your tongue, and such a romantic lover, my precious. This is merely a …punishment for listening oh so well to my Father when, truly, I wished you would listen to me. Alas, now that can be mended.” 

Loyalists to Loki look on, intrigued if not…confused. Normally, the Lord truly does have no mercy. Perhaps love has him blinded? They can hear what he’s saying with their enhanced hearing, after all.

Orlault appears very relieved, tears falling down his cheeks. “Oh.. oh thank you… I–”

His words are cut off by Loki aggressively locking lips with him, stabbing his tongue into his mouth and greedily exploring. One arm supports the tied elezen’s back, and the other begins tearing through his robes. Is this about to be a very tense demonstration of public affection?

…Hm…

Muffled, choked screaming begins to sound out as blood begins pouring from the side of Orlault’s lips. Oh… as it turns out, Loki had bit his tongue off. Loki lets go of the kiss right then, tongue still in his fangs, turns his head, and spits it to the side. 

Cheerfully, Loki turns his eerie gaze to his followers. 

He tilts his head, wearing the sweetest of smiles.

“Cannot end this without a touch of dramatic flair, can I?” He licks his lips while garbled screams still emit from a thrashing Orlault. Loki’s grin only widens. The chanting of ‘GO TO SLEEP’ sounds out behind him before he says the next part of his twisted speech, entwined with ‘counting bodies like sheep’...

Loki sings softly. “I’ll be the one to protect you from… your enemies and all your demons… I’ll be the one to protect you from… a will to survive and a voice of reason… I’ll be the one to protect you from your enemies and your choices son, they’re one and the same, I must isolate you… isolate you and save you from yourself.” 

He appears to be mocking the notion, mocking his father. Wild laughter emits from him, and he adds, “DO TELL! How well did that work out for you, O Lord Zimant? Or you, my *love*, Orlault?! Oh you taste so delicious. Allow me to send you off, then. One last taste, mm?”

Just like with his father, Loki raises his clawed hand and plunges it toward the other elezen’s chest, tearing through it and ripping his heart out. He drops the still corpse and begins devouring it as his most devout in attendance let out snarls and cheers of glee. 

Kneeling there in a puddle of blood, Loki gives low, growling cackles. Eventually, he stands up and takes his place behind the lectern, cracking his neck. 

“Feast, my brethren. Partake in this glorious feast, this glorious ritual in honor of The Fury… Halone… the Ouro. She watches over us with the widest of grins. CLAIM YOUR DESTINY!” 

Several more Elezen are slaughtered in The Ritual of True Crimson via the excited Devout of Loki. Those loyal to the former Lord Zimant who had avoided being rounded up would be hunted down and slaughtered - with a few escaping.

Much to the excitement of Lord Loki, as they could be hunted down and devoured.

Oh, what fun. 

Blessed be The Cult of Ouro…

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Song Reference:

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the feminine urge to stay gone. be unseen, be unavailable, be unheard of. disappear.

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Kylian got a redesign and... yeeeah...

I like it :)

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"Come here..."

Lord Loki, he's a Permafrost Vampire from my lore.

....aaand I enjoyed taking pictures of him like this :D

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Hi this is Lune. She is a Permafrost vampire from my lore. Many adore Lune including me :D She is a DRK trainer ^^

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Now Hiring for a Voidsent-Based Venue!

STAFF WILL BE PAID 1.5M PER NIGHT!

See the carrd here!

You're free to message Desastr on discord for more details.

Please fill out the staff form or contact me on there!

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Garlean Gloom Bitch Witch

Enjoy this pretty picture of Morana! (Link is her carrd ^^)

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I-I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about this

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A celebration of a beloved ship: Gidis

My bff @japhgura is bloody amazing. I have permission to share this and you know, celebrate it. While I still always am super shy doing it, I'll finally do it, lol. I've been wanting to for a while, after all.

Anyhow - Gideon is my OC (the blue jay asshole) and Solis is hers (gorgeous Sunset lizard).

...this is how their ship started (art by Japhy ofc <3 she is such an amazing artist)

Their ship actually started in a library because they're both NERDS lol.

Here's some art by @japhgura that I HEKKIN Adore, lol.

Yeah so Gideon can poof up his feathers for a variety of reasons. Most of the times he does it for Solis but you know, there's other instances. :P

Gideon can turn into a Blue Jay + Coyote 'gryphon'. He's a birdsent, it's part of the species lore.

Gorgeous art by the amazing Japhy again ^^

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There can be only one

I'm combining my ffxiv blog with this one because sub blogs are annoying and this site still confuses tf out of me, so expect FFXIV stuff from me here now :P

Enjoy these recent screenshots of my OCs as tribute.

Old blog isn't getting deleted or anything, I'm just not gonna post on it and try to figure things out uuuuh on here, and use this more (...ideally)

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it's easier to apply for jobs than ever! so what if you lost your insurance, anyone can get a job these days, even without meds. everyone is hiring! there's a "good employee" shortage!

well you just need to revamp your resume, here's a paid app subscription that can read it for you. rewrite the cover letter they won't read. google jobs in my area and then scrawl through Monster/Indeed/worbly. did you want to save the search? this was posted 98 days ago. over 1 billion applicants! this position is trending.

jobs i actively like doing and get paid for. your search returned no results. easy-apply with HireSpin! easy apply with SparkFire! easy apply with PenisFlash! with a few short clicks, get your information stolen.

watch out! the first 98 links on google are actually scams! they're false postings. oopsie. that business isn't even hiring. that other one is closed permanently. find one that looks halfway legit, google the company and the word "careers". go to their page. scroll past brightly-lit diversity stock photo JOIN US white sans serif. we are a unique, fresh, client-focused stock value capitalism. we are committed to excellence and selling your soul on ebay. we are DRIVEN with POWER to INNOVATE our greed. yippee! our company has big values of divisive decision making, sucking our dicks, and hating work-life balances. our values are to piss in your mouth. sign here and tell us if you have gender issues so we can get ahead of the sexual harassment claim. are you hispanic although let's be real we threw out the resume when we saw your last name.

sign up to LinkHub to access updates from this company. make a HirePlus account to apply. download the PoundLink app. your account has been created, click the link we sent you in 15 minutes. upload that resume. we didn't read the resume, manually fill in the lines now. what is your expected pay grade. oh actually we want hungry people, not people driven by a salary. cut a zero off that number, buddy, this is about opportunity, and we need to be thrifty. highest level of education. autofill is glitching. here is an AI generated set of questions. what is your favorite part of our sexy, sexy company. how do you resolve conflict. will you get our company logo tattooed on your person. warning: while our CEO is guilty of wage theft, we will absolutely refuse to hire a nonviolent felon.

thank you for your interest at WEEBLIX. we actually already filled this position internally. we actually never had that posting. we actually needed you to have 9 years of experience and since you have 10 years we think it might be too many? we'll be texting you. we'll email you. we'll keep your resume. definitely absolutely we won't just completely ignore you. look at your phone, there's already a spam text from Bethany@stealyouridentity. they're hiring!

wait, did you get an interview? well that's special, aren't you lucky. out of 910 jobs you applied to, one answered, finally. and funny story! actually the position isn't exactly as advertised, we are looking for someone curious and dedicated. it's sort of more managerial. no, the pay doesn't change - you won't have any leadership title. now take this 90 minute assessment. in order to be a dog groomer, we need you to explain cell biology. in order to be a copyeditor, write a tiny dissertation about the dwindling supply of helium on the planet. answer our riddles three. great job! we just need to push this up to Tracy in HR who will send it to Rodney who is actually in charge. and then of course it's jay's decision and then greg will need to see you naked and if you survive you'll be given a drug test and a full anal examination.

and of course you'll be hungry this whole time, aren't you, months and months of the same shit. months of no insurance, no meds, no funding, barely able to afford the internet and the phone and the rent - all things you need in order to even apply for our thing. but do it again! do it again and again and again, until you flip inside out and turn into a being of pure dread!

you're not hired yet because you're lazy. there's over one million AI-generated hallucinated jobs in your area. don't worry. with zipruiter, hiring and firing is easier than ever. sign up. stay on-call.

in the meantime, little peon - why don't you just fucking suffer.

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Whoever invented the '[person] is typing...' thing we all have to now see in some programs has completely worsened anxiety for many people in general.

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Depression and negative thoughts are a bottomless pit that feels impossible to claw out of.