#adventures of hari

[harinezumiko]

Haven’t had the brain or spoons to draw properly. so instead... asset attempts. I have forgotten how backgrounds work entirely, but I like the little size ref. Left to right, itty bitty Ulexite, Mali, Carn, and Bugsy with Black and Pearl!

Bottom, trying to doop around with wtf Ulexite’s weaving does, and... not working yet. Alas. But I like the base, I’ll try other patterns. 100/10 enjoying the symmetry tool.

Edit: I have cunningly already replaced it with a better one

[jei-rifni]

I know im a bit late but SELAMAT HARI RAYA EID AL FITR KEPADA SEMUA!! EID MUBARAK!!!!!!!!

Bro I FINALLY got out of art block and had time to draw so i speedran these three! Arrghhhhh enjoy

[aliceundrground]

Yooooo!!! I got a mystery letter today and had genuine fear as to what the heck it could have been only to be absolutely delighted! xD

This is so cool!! Thanks @haridraws (and AndrewsMcMeel Publishing lol) for running the giveaway! I'm so pumped to get the book (hopefully after my next convention, self employed artist problems lol). I absolutely love Hari's work and its the main reason I bought the upgraded version of the TAZ board game way back xD

For anyone who hasn't seen it yet- check out the book! Help support your local tumblr artists!

[thedestinysunknown]

[clouds-of-wings]

I have started to play the 2008 adventure game "Mata Hari" and... hhhh... CLICK TO ENLARGE THE PICS! I have the same attitude toward the game as the men in it have toward the protagonist: So super pretty, it doesn't matter if it does sketchy things.

Also I have been taught about the four types of men there are, and how to seduce each type. About time I'd say!

[totallynotagentphilcoulson]

Okay I get that the “The Adventures of Young Indiana Jones” cut never got an actual TV rating in the US either on the initial VHS releases and then later because of the like 90 documentaries they made for the DVD set they also didn’t bother with it but god damn Disney+ I don’t think a show with a TV-G rating in the early 90s deserves a higher age rating than the fuckin movies it’s a spin-off. Like, I think for practical purposes when History Channel had the broadcast rights in 2007-2008 to promote KotCS they slapped a TV-14 rating in for practical purposes why on earth wouldn’t you go with that Disney?

Is it because of the Mata Hari episode? I bet it’s because of the Mata Hari episode.

[teddog]

Today we’re going to Leeuwarden, Mata Hari’s hometown.

[gebo4482]

Hogwarts Legacy - Gameplay Showcase

Hogsmeade Shop Quest

Website

[simpingforcreamsoda]

Rubicon Crossroads has won the award for Sexiest Character— really, I’m genuinely honored. It’s a bit of a meme award, but I feel that it’s something of an acknowledgment that I’ve done something right with her character design! She’s meant to be pretty, and, well, now she’s an official Jojo fandom sex icon. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

To celebrate, she’s all decked out as one of the original sex icons, the great Mata Hari of 1910’s fame. What a gal that was, and what a batshit insane life she lived. Very happy to take inspiration from her here.

[milliondollarbaby87]

Barbie (2023) Review

When everything begins to go wrong for Barbie it leads her to question her world and overall existence. Is Barbie Land all it seems to be? ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Continue reading Untitled

[harinezumiko]

2/6 days into the 100+ heat in a row and it genuinely feels like a miracle that I have only kind of shown bad signs of heat shit this time around, but uh. Extremely rapidly running out of All Supplies and frankly I could not string my brain off the floor most of the day to even attempt asking for help. My brain is still Not There and Not Functional, but like hi guys sup y’all this summer is scaring me rather a lot and the 100+ was supposed to be 3 consecutive days and is now projected to 6! I die. x_x

[newsindonesiacoid]

One Day Trail Adventure Bersama Offroader dari Berbagai Penjuru Tanah Air Siap Ramaikan Sumenep, Cek Jadwalnya

SUMENEP, (News Indonesia) – Pemerintah Kabupaten (Pemkab) Sumenep, Madura, Jawa Timur, dalam hal ini Dinas Kebudayaan Pariwisata dan Pemuda Olahraga (Disbudporapar) setempat akan mendatangkan offroader dari berbagai penjuru Tanah Air. Kadatangan offroader ini dalam rangka menggelorakan rangkaian kalender even 2023. rencana kedatangan offroader dari berbagai penjuru Tanah Air itu dijadwalkan pada…

[makapatag]

Link! https://makapatag.itch.io/gubat-banwa-quickstart

REJOICE IN THE GLORY OF COMBAT!

Here you must inflict violence to prove your Conviction. You must rely on your community to develop Enlightenment. You must go head to head against God-Kings and Bodhisattvas to live in Glory. The Warring Realms needs warriors, not heroes. Those willing to become kings to overthrow gods. Those willing to become gods to shape universes. In this land crumbling under the weight of the Wheel of Violence, you must take its reins and become something else: Chakravartin? Devaraja? Shah? Sultan? Hari? Diyos? Maharaja?

GUBAT BANWA is a  Southeast Asian fantasy martial arts Role-Playing Game, inspired by the refulgent cultures of Southeast Asia. Raise your spears, KADUNGGANAN, you elite warrior-braves and asura-knights who travel The Sword Isles to prove their conviction and dictate the fate of the world. Revel in larger-than-life war drama like in Asian Dramas, ballistic tactical martial arts grid gameplay in the vein of Lancer or Final Fantasy Tactics, and find glory beyond heaven. Wield the Thunderbolt of Liberation! Rejoice! In the Glory of Combat!

In the Quickstart includes everything you need to run a session or two of this martial arts and war drama Tabletop Role-playing Game, made for 1-6 Players! 

Simplified rules for learning Gubat Banwa's system!

5 Pregenerated Kadungganan to leap straight into Gubat Banwa.

A short module, the Ashen Astral Annihilation, that can serve as a prelude to the Sword Devil adventure found in the Core Rulebook! This will teach most of the mechanics of Gubat Banwa's Thundering Tactics Battle System.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

WOMANIZER

Pairing: Mor x Illyrian!Reader

Warnings: girls just being horny for one another, consider reader kinda like Satine from Moulin Rouge, or even like the mata hari

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Summary: For shits and giggles, Mor accompanies the Shadowsinger and General to see one of the Day Court’s famous showhouses. It’s said that the most beautiful temptress with Illyrian wings dances for the wealthy.

*I know in SJM's universe the words 'man' and 'woman' aren't used to describe fae genders but for the sake of this story, I'm going to push that fact aside since I really like the title name :)

*doesn't really follow any canonical timeline

*This is my first time writing for ACOTAR so please be kind

Mor stares at the finely painted poster depicting a curvaceous female with bat-like wings trailing behind her. She wonders if the painter exaggerated her beauty or if it how the female truly was.

Either way she thought it would be amusing to go along with Cassian’s suggestion.

He’d heard talk all over the Day Courts of the performer known as the Temptress with Wings. Illyrians weren’t necessarily big celebrities in Prythian. They chose to stay in their mountains and commit themselves to savagery. The Temptress was different. Or so that’s what Cassian heard.

Unfortunately Azriel wasn’t as willing as a companion. He put up with his brother dragging him by the shirtsleeve and the stares that were being shot their way.

Chuckling to herself, Mor shakes her head. Those two could act like petulant children sometimes.

She picks up her pace to catch up with them and holds up three tickets. “They’ll turn the two of you away if you go in there looking like you kidnapped Az. Plus you need your tickets.”

Outside stained glass doors, decorated with warm oranges and reds to imitate the nature of the night’s performance. While Mor had been doubtful about this adventure, all was swept under the rug when the trio steps through the grand entrance of the showhouse the Den.

A wave of anticipation starts to thrum against her pulse. Her brown eyes round in awe.

Every sense is held captive, a mesmerizing fusion of opulence and seduction is rolled out in front of her. Of course, only in Helion's domain would there be such splendor; a haven where temptation was shamelessly displayed for all to see. Bathed in a soft, golden glow, the walls are adorned with tapestries depicting other performers that had resided there at one point in time. They were stitched in poses of passion and desire.

Cassian and Azriel too are captivated by all around them yet the other attendees go about their business, waiting for the show to begin so that they may entertain the main hall.

Mor picked up on the heavy scent in the air of exotic perfumes mingling with a small instrumental band that played on a smaller dais. Their intoxicating melody floated through the air to mingle with the perfume.

"Every corner of this place is a masterpiece." Azriel murmurs, the first thing any of them has said since entering. Az cranes his neck up to check out the ceiling. Crystal chandeliers cascade from the top, multi colored lights cast a dazzling stained glass affect on the marble floor beneath them (much like the front windows).

Releasing a low whistle, Cassian puts his hands in his pockets. He looked and felt a little out of place. His frame was already large without his wings carefully tucked in. Even the rugged charm of his face couldn't compare to the polished beauty of the other guests. This didn't stop him from shooting Mor an excited smile.

As the doors to the show hall were still closed, they wade through others to get to the bar that was filled to the brim of every alcoholic drink Prythian had to offer.

Subtly, Mor listens in on a few conversations going around her.

"I didn't think an Illyrian could be graceful. (y/n) is really something else." A well dressed male comments with a toothy grin. "It's near impossible to book a private meeting with her though."

His companion groans. "I know. You'd have to be as wealthy as the high lord to get into contact with her."

Off to her other side, a woman complains to her friend "Such a backwards people shouldn't be let into our society." She scoffs and uses her fan to cool herself off as the room was growing warm with so many bodies pressed together.

Her friend disagreed. "Now I don't know about other Illyrians, but she doesn't seem to be like them. I hear her father was a high fae and once he heard about the wing clipping he took his daughter out of there and raised her among us."

That knowledge didn't make (y/n) anymore endearing to the first female. "So she's a mongrel then."

Mor keeps her face smooth, concealing the nasty look she wanted to shoot toward the cynical female. But many would think the same.

Azriel, as was his job, had been absentmindedly listening as well to the flow of different conversations. His own brow twitched at catching the mongrel remark. "Yet here she is paying good money to watch a mongrel perform." He grits out under his breath.

Tossing his drink back, Cass keeps the mood light by saying "Hey it's (y/n) whose having the last laugh. With this crowd, she'll be raking in all that gold by the end of the night."

True.

The reception room, while large, was bursting at the seams with males and females alike. There would be quite a lot of money to count come closing. Wealth was something this (y/n) was not lacking in.

Finally, several sets of double doors swing open, welcoming everyone into the actual show room that was no less elegant. The flow of the crowd is calm like a river as people spill into the show room, going to their respective seats and tables. Balcony seating had dining tables available for those who wanted to eat and watch the performance without disturbing the audience.

They take their respective seats, eyes falling upon the empty stage with titillation.

Once everyone is seated, a hush descends as the lights of the stage are lit and a symphony of sound, color and movements dazzles them. Out steps the most beautiful creature Mor had ever laid eyes on. (y/n) is adorned in an elaborate costume (much like the one she wears on the poster) that leaves little to the imagination. Gold adorned her wrists and ankles as well as the delicate structure of her neck. Her wings trail behind her and move in a perfect, fluid harmony as her hands flutter; inviting the crowd to the forbidden pleasures that would unravel on stage. The skirt she wore was of the faintest lavender hue and dangled with tinkling bells as she danced.

Everyone held their breath.

The way she moved with her wings, unperturbed by their existence and even utilizing them in her act.

And then she sang.

The audience had already been a sea of enraptured faces, but the moment she parted her lips, no one stood a chance at concentrating on anything else but her. The most heavenly voice she had ever heard resonated through the showhouse, filling every empty corner with its ethereal beauty. Divinity was woven into the fabric of her vocal cords as (y/n) crooned. It wrapped around the hearts of not just Mor, but also her companions who sat dumbstruck.

(y/n)'s voice was magic itself. Lyrics that spill from her paint vivid images and evoked emotions she had never experienced before. Something like this, Mor was sure, could heal wounds, mend broken hearts and ignite hope within the darkest of souls.

Every cruel memory that made up Mor's past vanished. Meaningless.

Her wings, which she spread out to fan behind her, shimmer against the multicolored lights of the stage. Fluttering gently along with her swaying body.

There was a moment where she could have sworn she caught (y/n)'s teasing eyes. That a fleeting smile graced (y/n)'s lips when she spotted Mor. But the moment vanished just as soon as it had happened making Mor doubtful about the exchange. Still, even that bit of attention from her had Mor drawn in deeper.

How long had they all been held captive by (y/n)? Mor wasn't sure.

Only when the music ended at (y/n) walked off stage did people leap to their feet in thunderous applause and roars for an encore.

Mor, Az and Cass simply sit there in awe.

It had taken a lot of strength for the trio to peel themselves out of their seats and go back out into reality. They felt dazzed and lost but grateful for experiencing such a show.

"Aren't you glad I dragged you here?" Cassian jokes as they go back out into the reception hall to grab one more drink before leaving.

Azriel shakes his head but he had a smile on his face. "Don't push it."

Mor chuckles but a tap on her shoulder as her straightening her back to address whoever had tapped her.

"You've been requested an audience by (y/n)."

Cassian and Azriel gawk, a little jealous that Mor had been chosen specifically.

Hesitantly she follows the usher before telling the boys she would catch up with them later.

Down one corridor were secret alcoves, covered by velvet curtains. An incredibly intimate warmth runs up Mor's neck as the usher pulls back one curtain to reveal (y/n) among dozens of bouquets and boxes with glittering jewels. She'd looked bored before Mor was introduced. Her (e/c) eyes came to life and she beckons Mor to come in.

The usher leaves the two alone as Mor makes her way through the throng of strong smelling flowers.

"I must admit, it's quite the honor to have the Night Court's most trusted advisors watching me perform." Her voice is of the finest skill as she purrs, patting the spot next to her on the love seat. She no longer wore her costume, but a lightweight robe that still revealed every curve of her body.

Mor smiles, forcing her heart to get a grip. "The honor was our's. I've. . . We've never seen an Illyrian like you before. Not one that can move or sing like that. You were magnificent." She watches intently as (y/n) grabs a bottle from a tub of ice and hands Mor a long stemmed glass.

"I doubt Illyrians would ever even entertain the idea of performing for high fae." (y/n) rolls her eyes. "My father took me back once to the mountains where my mother's people live. That much was enough for me."

Pursing her lips, Mor nods. The words of the woman in the reception hall are repeated in her head.

Mor could see the pointed tips of (y/n)'s ears, the only sign that she was only half-Illyrian. Much like Rhysand's. Up close, Mor could even see a spattering of freckles on the bridge of (y/n)'s nose. Mor was distracted by the halflings beauty as (y/n) chattered away.

"-and when I saw you. Mother above." (y/n) laughed out. "I'm sure everyone tells you that you have to be the most beautiful female in the entire known world. I almost forgot the words of the song and my footing."

Cheeks flushing, Mor smiles for she was thinking the same about (y/n). "It means a lot more coming from you. We heard your praises while waiting for the show to start." Alcohol is definitely warming her up and making her tongue loose. This wouldn't be the first time Mor had courted a female, but this would be the first time she has met her match in a potential partner.

"Yes, I'm sure you heard more than praises out there." Unconsciously, (y/n)'s shoulder leans against Mor's arm as both get comfortable with one another. This is not an unwelcome contact for Mor as the mere touch has a blaze engulfing the Morrigan. "No doubt you heard how I entertain rich males and bleed them dry."

"Have you ever invited Helion back here?" Mor takes a sip. Certainly the high lord with a high libido would not have let this treat go unsavored. Helion didn't seem like one put off by Illyrian wings considering he has asked for a four way that including Az and Cassian.

She nods. "Oh of course. He is the most generous of my patrons. But you can imagine he doesn't stop by often. What with being the high lord, he has more things on his mind than a pretty singer."

But (y/n) wasn't just a singer. That much Mor was sure about. If (y/n) had it in mind, she could be a sorceress and wield the most powerful magic. Her voice had influenced all in the room. Imagine that kind of power on the battlefield.

One could view Mor's that's as her trying to come up with a reason for the Illyrian singer to stay with her when she'd inevitably go back to Velaris. (y/n) could be useful to Rhysand but Helion would loathe to have such a renowned performer leave his court.

As bottles were emptied, Mor and (y/n) grew more comfortable around one another to where Mor had her legs drapped over (y/n)'s thighs while she ran a perfectly manicured hand along the length. This send shivers through Mor.

They spoke about everything under the sun from war to art to even Mor's upbringing in the Court of Nightmares. She couldn't bring herself to mention everything that transpired with her family and Eris. Maybe. . . Maybe some other time. But the mood was light and Mor didn't want to ruin it. Not when (y/n) was tracing intricate designs on Mor's thigh. Damn was it waking up every nerve on her skin and even more so it lit a needy sensation between her legs.

In the back of her mind, Mor reminds herself that this is what (y/n) did for a living. Of course not even Mor could refuse such seduction.

(Y/n) had not mentioned anything along the lines of payment as she genuinely seemed to want to be in Mor’s presence. At such ease with Mor’s shapely legs draped over her. Electric tingles sent chills up her arms when a finely shaped nail ever so gently scrapes along her skin. Her huge bat wings didn’t even appear to be in the way, the hung off over the back of the loveseat.

Illyrian wings were so sensitive. That was what the male part of the inner circle said. If Mor were to ghost her fingers along the leathery skin of (y/n)’s wings she wondered if the singer would mind. She’d never touched Cassian’s or Azriel’s and definitely not Rhysand’s.

So mesmerized, she missed the way a pair of dark eyes admiring the contours of her face, the pair of full lips painted in a alluring poppy red.

She likes the blonde’s appreciative gaze on her wings. They had escaped the plague of scars and deformity like many Illyrian women had due to the grotesque tradition of wing clipping. It wasn’t flattery that made (y/n) praise Mor’s beauty. When she saw Mor in the crowd, well, she knew she wouldn’t be having any other visitors that night. Perhaps not for a while depending how long Mor planned to stay in the court. Growing weary of the groveling of men, not even their money made up for what (y/n) had to put up with. They always wanted more than what she would give them. All the males (maybe except for Helion) were greedy. The few women she'd had in the past were more agreeable lovers. But females were often intimidated by (y/n) and tend to lean on being resentful toward her for her charms.

Not Mor though. She knew Rhysand's trusted advisor would not see her as a threat but a companion.

A heady fragrance of perfume and with the taste of intoxicating drinks in their system heightened their senses and emboldened there desires.

Before Mor could come to a conclusion on if she would brush her fingertips against (y/n)'s wings, the singer coaxed Mor's face to turn to face her with gentle fingers. She leaned closer and brushed her lips against Mor's. From that simple contact, a jolt went through the blonde. Tender and passionate became the exchange. Sound coming from outside of their intimate cocoon faded away leaving just the two of them in their own little world.

Countless kisses were shared that Mor began to lose track of the count and time for that matter. Hands flutter and grope at anything they could get ahold of. Never had Mor felt so complete before and so lost.

Her heart burned with the knowledge that their paths would cross again. How, she didn't know. But she'd be damned if this would be their one and only night together. If required, she would go to Rhys and tell him of her desire to have (y/n) by her side and perhaps he could come to an agreement with Helion to relinquish the beloved singer.

Finally pulling away with bruised and swollen lips, (y/n) smiled at her as if having the same thoughts.

They would meet again. Both females would make sure of that.

[tsmeweek]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS, TSME & XY&Z FANS

On 3 April 2014: Act I of the Strongest Mega Evolution (TSME), also known as the Mega Evolution Specials, aired in Japan and introduced us to the adventures of Alan, Manon/Mairin, Lizardon/Charizard and Hari-san/Chespie, beloved characters who defined the final arc of the Pokémon XY&Z anime. 3 April 2024 will mark the 10th anniversary of Act I! 10 years is a special number. In celebration, join in from 3 APRIL to 9 APRIL 2024 for a week dedicated to loving TSME, where art and writing in any form is welcome! The prompts will be released in January, leaving 2 months and a half for everyone to prepare something. The guidelines on how to participate will also be included. Visit and follow this blog to stay updated, and/or to check out information! If you have any questions, don't hesitate to drop an ask on this blog, or @potahun. Do you have prompts that you would like to see featured? Feel free to drop suggestions in the ask box!

See you for TSME Week!!

[bi-hop]

Kalpana and Surya Touden, third and fourth in line to the throne, circa who the fuck knows

More Kalpana stuff is over here and more info on the both of them (and their siblings) is under the cut

So I don’t know if this is their actual age gap or not, I just wanted to draw Kalpana holding her baby brother and said “oh, fuck it, who cares”

They’re wearing purple because I always associate that color with royalty and also I was thinking about Thistle while drawing this

Kalpana is the only daughter of Laios and Kabru* and is quite content with her lot in life. Out of all of the kids, she is most doted on by her great grandmother. She is a bit of a fusion of her (bio) grandmothers in appearance, to Kabru’s somewhat bittersweet delight and Laios’ tiny apprehension. Though she’s phenomenal at masking in public, she was always egging her older siblings to bring her on adventures on the castle grounds

*Only daughter as far as I know because I haven’t settled on a gender (or lack thereof) for one of them

Surya is the baby. He looks somewhat strongly like Kabru minus the eyes, but his personality is highly reminiscent of Laios if he not only never figured out what a filter was and also saw no point in it. His current feats are calling a diplomat from the Southern Continent’s clothes ‘silly!!!’ at the top of his lungs while pointing at them and trying to tell his grandma and great grandma that their cake is yucky and can they please never give it to him again?

As for the eldest two, I haven’t designed them yet. I also haven’t named one. Hari, the eldest, is also the most gifted magically. The amount of mana he can wield effectively is abnormal. He’s very easily overstimulated and tends to hide away from social events whenever possible. He has interest in monsters but mainly likes spirits, which bums Laios out a bit.

Finally, there’s an adopted child the pair took in after discussing both the willingness to adopt, the need to preserve the kid’s cultural connections, and the importance of making sure the kid, y’know, is fine with being part of the royal family. Said kid is an orc and most definitely the next ruler. They’re a natural genius in politics and communication, though they’ve needed a bit of coaching in terms of volume control when discussing secrets they’ve learned. This is all a roundabout way of getting an orc on the throne #Yippee Zon is pleased even if it didn’t work out how he hoped it would

That’s it, let’s pray I get off my ass and actually draw the other kids sometime