#i need to draw more mechs at some point

[samwise1548]

It has been so long since I last drew this guy. Gonna have to rectify that soon

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[ID: three images, where the second two are closeups of the first. Two pencil on paper doodles of Jonny d'Ville of the Mechanisms band. He is a short manic man with many belts strapped around his chest, torso, arms, legs, and shoes, and a pair of steampunk goggles on his head.

In the first drawing, Jonny holds his wired mic in his right hand and speaks into it. An arrow pointing to his head reads "lil devil horn hairs."

In the second drawing, Jonny has a manic expression as he shoots ambiguously to his right with two guns.

To the right of the second drawing is a painted nonbinary flag. /End ID]

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Sexiest Podcast Character — Unscripted Bracket — Round 4

Propaganda

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies):

#Propaganda for Glenn Close: one of the other PCs mentions multiple times how hot he is #Actually several characters point it out but especially Henry #Also the only person in a podcast that has to put a disclaimer about not being a BDSM podcast to have had sex during the course of the show

We didn’t do hot Glenn summer for him to LOSE. Spoilers for his story but MORE PROPAGANDA FOR YOU:

Young hot rocker dilf

Loyal to his dead wife <3

Does in fact smoke weed

BARD!! HES A BARD. HE WAS LEAD GUITAR IN HIS BAND (that he was kicked out of)

His band was a Christmas cover band btw.

Literally the fandom had hot Glenn summer which consisted of drawing him being incredibly hot and sexy

Anti government (ofc)

Kind of cringefail (Disney adult) (was on dilfs of disneyland)

Young and sexy not your style? Then how about HIM AFTER YEARS LOCKED IN A TIME PRISON WITH A DAMN HANNIBAL MASK ??

Lost an eye and wears a fucking eyepatch

One incredibly buff arm

Has a pet rat named after his son <3

Immeasurable amounts of trauma in this man- becomes progressively more unhinged

OH OLD HUMAN BARD ISNT CUTTING IT? FINE

HE BECOMES A FUCKING DEMON

A COOL HOT ONE-EYED DEMON WHO WANTS TO KILL HIS DAD (also sexy)

HE CANONICALLY ENDS CHRISTIAN HELL VIA CHRISTMAS

IS ALSO WAY OVERLEVELED

Becomes a demon hunter for the rest of his existence

Also nonwhite !!! We are done with cringefail whiteboys !!!!!!!!!

I can’t put into words ok just know he is the best plz love him.

Listen, I don't know this other character but I've seem some good arguments for her However Consider Glenn Close winning through no effort of his own in a bullshit way despite being a dick is the most in character thing ever. He leveled up three times and got a crab mech, we GOT to give him this win, it's fitting

I don’t regulate if minors follow me or not bc I’m a pretty chill space but I hope the world is aware that’s the only reason I haven’t been downright nasty about Glenn close. I’m down bad. I’m NOT in the boat of ‘Glenn isn’t sexy but I want him to win bc it’s my fandom’. I would estimate I have 200+ drawings of Glenn on my phone that AREN’T safe for work. Way more that are. Where did they come from? That’s MY business. But I tell you this fact to assure you- Glenn IS sexy. I’m not voting to represent my fandom I’m voting out of TRUTH AND LOVE. IF YOU DON’T GET IT YOU DON’T GET IT!!! I just think my level of feral over this man is more powerful than y’all realize. If you don’t get his sex appeal that’s okay, but don’t doubt that this is my truth.

Okay but Glenn made a minivan cum by talking to her so

HE HAS A BOOK THAT HE MARKS X’S AND CHECKS FOR EVERY DAY TO SEE IF THAT DAY WAS A SUCCESS OR NOT. TO SEE IF HE DID GOOD THAT DAY. ITS ALMOST ENTIRELY X’S. HE WAS CUCKED OUT OF A SON. AND A DEAD WIFE. HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO KILL HIS DAD IN REVENGE. There’s absolutely nothing going for him except his sex appeal in his life. Nobody he loved remembers him. He lost his eye. All he has is a pet rat and friends who admit they don’t really like him that much. He was kicked out of his own band. The band was named after him. He was kicked out of the Glenn Close trio. All he could do was deez nuts the big bad and be sexy. If nothing else, then pity him. Look in his eyes. Look at his heart and soul. Do you think pickman needs this to feel good about herself? Can she not accept a loss for the sake of a pathetic father? Can she shake hands with the minivan fucker and his human gun and just take the L on this one? He did not do the BDSM episode for this I’ll tell you what. Do this for my his sake. Do it for Nick Jr, who needs the prize money to pay for his rat snacks. Do it for his son. For Morgan. Ganbatte.

Mod Note: While I will still take "bad dads are sexy" propaganda and "bad dads aren't sexy" anti-propaganda, I kindly request no more discussion on whether or not he was a bad father. This is a sexypoll, not a parentingpoll. If you see a post you strongly disagree with, you can just not reblog it.

Mod Note 2: This tournament is about fictional podcast characters. Please do not vote for the real actress Glenn Close.

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance):

Is somehow the hot twin between her and Taako

Lup Bluejeans (née... Taaco? Tacco? Taco? Tako? who tf knows this is why I'm going with her husband's last name. doylistly she gets her last name from her brother whose last name is given as "Taako again but spelled differently"): Hot, funny, smart and undead. Is there anything else you could want in a woman?? Well, in case there is: she's also canonically trans

LUP IS THE HOTTEST. VOTE LUP.

[cyberrose2001]

Hi hi! Your op drawings are so good?? My bby aaa drawing him (bots in gen) is so tough, I get too caught up in the details TT

Anyway, since I miss him lol I was wondering if I could request some... uh, gosh I hate this word but idk anything synonymous. Could I request pussydrunk tfp op?

Hope you're having a nice day/night btw <3

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TFP pussydrunk!Optimus x reader

Hi hello!!I am very proud of this and it's probably up there with my list of my favourite fics I have ever written. Thank you so much for requesting and liking my silly sketches of the blorbo. I've written this as gender neutral <3

(lowkey ive been writing heaps of OP eating pussy,,, its a canon event for me i cannot intervene..... anyway its 11AM and i havent slept yet but i needed to finish hggggh *dies of horny*)

Warnings: Oral sex (reader receiving), edging, reader has a vagina.

Word count: 657

18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI

Spending time alone with you has learned to be one of Optimus' most treasured past times. But as much as it pains him, relaxing with you is a rare treat. The usual business of the base either keeps him up all night, or he genuinely has no time. However, he tries his best to make the most of it, whether he's relaxing with you, cuddling you, or with his head glued between your inner thighs. 

Like right now. It was nearing two AM. Optimus has you sprawled out on your shared berth, his face pressed against your aching heat, finally finding sweet relief from his built-up arousal. It's been too fragging long since his face was buried in you. He misses it, and if Optimus had a choice, he would sacrifice everything he's worked for to keep you bare before him.

Two hours. Optimus had been lazily lapping at you for two hours now. At one point, his helm had lulled to the side to rest against your right inner thigh to not strain his neck. His glossa grows tired, and his energon roars through his hot frame.

His stamina is almost depleted compared to when he initially delved into your drenched pussy. Despite this, Optimus still has the capacity to tightly grip your hips, gently massaging them as you lie still for him. He is weary, yet he perseveres, ignoring his aching joints and pulsing spike painfully pressed against the berth because tonight is about you. He will make up for all those lonely nights you've spent in berth alone in one lengthy oral session.

It's very often that when Optimus gives you oral, his mind feels like he's been transported to a higher plane of existence, one where he has no responsibilities or obligations to lead a team, just the mind-numbing taste of you. It makes him dizzy and light-headed, similar to the buzz he gets when he has a high grade or two, but Optimus prefers revelling in you instead to get his high. 

As ever patient as you are with your star-crossed lover, your hips still gently roll and shudder involuntarily against his glossa, and Optimus fucking loves it. He loves your soft cries when he sucks on your clit, and he loves when you clamp your legs around his helm when your orgasm is merely within reach. But he won't let you finish just yet, not when he's yet to relish and thoroughly drown himself in your sticky sweet.  

His warm optics remain lazily trained on your face, only fluttering close when you squeeze his helm. The pressure from your thighs only heightens his hunger, a carnal desire to swallow every drop of your aphrodisiac juices. 

"Mmmmm," You mewl, sweaty palms digging into the berth, "Fuck, I missed this… why don't we do this - aah - more often, baby…."

Optimus doesn't respond, and he can't because his processor is so intoxicated and aroused that he can't even form a single coherent sentence. It's quite ironic, he thinks. A mech of his nature that is so poised and articulate in his vocable is conned by his own desperate need to surrender his intake to his humans' essence.

"Mmmffh," He purrs into your heat, parting your sensitive lips with his glossa, lazily swirling around your bud before pressing a gentle kiss against it. He can't help but grind his spike into the berth below at your whimpers, servos kneading into your soft flesh, "More… Primus, I need more…."

You titter breathlessly, snaking a hand to the top of his helm to lightly press his face further into your pulsing heat, and Optimus delightfully grunts. You shiver, biting back a moan at the vibrations, "Go ahead, hun, you've got me for the rest of the night."

Optimus may need to blow a hole into the sun to prevent it from rising, since one night will never be enough to satisfy his thirst for you.

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

omfg your writing is SO good!! 😭 if you’re feeling up to it, could you please write some sub mirage x reader! the way you write him is literally perfect 😭🫶

You're too kind! I had so much fun writing that fic! I would love to give that a try, so here you go!

"Come on, you're so mean!" Mirage whined as you removed your fingers from his spike yet again, hips thrusting upwards in open frustration. Watching him wiggle against the bindings keeping his hands over his head, you allowed yourself a grin as the mech once more failed to behave, his desperation for release making him kick up a fuss despite the fact that he'd agreed to the rules. In his defense, you had him quivering and breaking out in a thin sweat of coolant, so even while playing the dominant you were content to let him off the hook for now. 

"We can stop at any time, you know." you reminded him playfully, making a point to smile up from between his legs as the mech pouted down at you. His thoroughly unsatisfied erection throbbed between you, which you ignored as you continued speaking in the most mock sweet voice you could manage, loving how his usual confidence had been replaced with desperation. "That's what the safeword is for."

"That's not what I... I don't want you to stop, I want you to stop teasing me!" he whined in response, bouncing his hips in frustration and making your satisfied grin deepen. In the leadup to this session you'd repeatedly told him what it would entail, including how you'd be pushing him to his limits as the dominant (within the agreed upon parameters, of course), but it was no surprise his impatience was getting the better of him. Truthfully, you just found that added to your fun. Watching him squirm against the bonds you'd tied over his helm gave you a sense of power like no other, and the pleading in his big blue optics only made it all the sweeter. "Seriously, Y/N, I'm gonna overheat before I overload! Can't we skip ahead to the ending?"

"I still think you're missing the idea of what being a "sub" entails." you teased, running your fingers up his heated thighs. Mirage moaned and obediently leaned into your touch, which you rewarded with more focused massages along his transformation seams, using your tiny human fingers to reach where no bot could. His erect spike throbbed at the attention, the biolights pulsing as if trying to draw you in for the relief he needed. It was delicious to deny him and let the pressure continue to build. "Remember what I said? You get what you want when I decide, and I've decided you get it when you're good."

"But I am good! Look at this face!" he pleaded, widening his optics and giving you the most pitiful expression you'd ever seen. It actually stirred a touch of pity in you, but you kept that to yourself, hands resting on his thighs as you kept up your unreadable smirk. His lack of progress made the mech whine once more. "How can you say no to something this cute?"

"Unfortunately, cute doesn't mean well behaved." you teased, compelled to grant him some mercy so long as he played his cards right. Reaching for a tiny bullet vibrator you'd kept hidden in your person, you ensured it was out of sight as you set it to maximum, keeping your face neutral the entire time. Mirage didn't suspect a thing and merely continued to huff and whine, unintentionally giving you an ideal opening when he plopped his helm back on the berth in frustration. Excitement fluttered up from your stomach as you eyed up the most sensitive part of his spike; a stretch of soft mesh just below the head on the underside, and lined up the flattened tip of the vibrator. "Just using the magic word will get you a lot further. So, if you want me to keep doing this..."

All at once, the mech had a powerful buzz running up and down the most tender part of his oversensitive spike, and he responded just as passionately as you'd hoped. 

Arching into your touch as if you were a final lifeline, the big mech cried out in surprise that quickly shifted into openly eager moans for more, his whole frame writhing with ecstasy as you pleasured him. Biting your lip at the beautiful sight, you needed a moment to remember what you'd intended to follow up with, finding him so engrossing you wanted nothing more than to watch him all day. A bead of transfluid on the top of his length gave you the push you needed. "What do you say?"

"Please!" he begged in a rush, optics shut tight and vents heaving out deep, hot blasts of air. The sight sent equal arousal through your own body, and it was a challenge to remember what your original desire was, and that as delightful as this was you hadn't achieved your goal just yet. There was still a little more pushing, a little more denial, just to get him to the point of total need rather than simple want.

Removing the vibrator, you smirked at his resulting cry of betrayal and moved back when he thrust blindly for it to be returned. "Hm? What was th-?"

"Pretty-pretty-pretty-please! With whatever you want on top!" he shouted in total abandon, quivering and near to tears as transfluid dribbled down his throbbing spike. Taken aback but absolutely euphoric at the sight, you let him suffer for only a few additional moments to admire your work: the speedster was dripping with coolant, trembling hard enough to rattle his armor, and so heated that steam was rising from his vents. You weren't sure he'd ever been so pretty.

"That'll work." you said as you granted him mercy, bringing the vibrator back to his spike and rubbing it in with a not insignificant amount of force. His voice trembled as he moaned in relief, hips spasming as more fluid dribbled down the length of his spike and he closed in on his overload. The transfluid helped lubricate your actions, making it that much easier to slide up and down his length with one hand whilst the other wrapped around the base to keep him somewhat still. You could feel by the way he thrust into your hand that you owned him completely, and he wouldn't have denied it even if he had the capacity to speak. The total submission was rewarded with even more passionate ministrations, your shoulders growing sore from the speed of your pumps and your breath coming fast from the strain as you pleasured him for all you were worth. 

Mirage came right to the very precipice of release, and you used the opportunity to whisper a final bit of encouragement, playing the Ace he had never wanted to admit you had.

"Good boy."

Mirage came with a gush of transfluid that made your eyes go wide in awe, the heavy ropes splattering on his front and surging from his spike at a volume that would have been more fitting for a bot twice his size. Every throb of his spike spread your fingers as it rolled up his length, the explosive release coming with cries of euphoric relief that shook the walls of the garage. Only your dedication to him allowed you to muster up the focus to do more than watch, the gorgeous spectacle of the mech's release as enrapturing as it was overdue. A thick, sticky mess coated the entirety of his front by the time the overload finally faded, and you felt his spike go from hard as a rock to limp in your grasp as his frame did the same. His body collapsed with enough force to make the berth tremble, and were it not for a murmur you'd have thought him unconscious. It didn't seem a stretch to say you'd done a marvelous job.

"I don't remember saying you could finish, but I'll let it slide." you teased as you clicked off the vibrator and crawled up the berth. Mirage tried to reply something snarky, but the words came out as nothing more than another slurred murmur, his optics blinking at you unevenly as you arrived at his helm. Ego thoroughly pleased with his current state, you merely cupped the side of his helm and chuckled before laying a kiss on his crest, looking down at his steaming, sticky frame and swelling with pride at a job well done. 

"Let's give you a few minutes to recuperate. Then, you can return the favor..." you encouraged gently, hoping he'd be coherent before the end of the evening. In the meantime, you were quite content to cuddle him as he purred through the bliss of the afterglow, loving how he behaved more like a giant cat than a warrior after all you'd done to him. You adored his sass, obviously, but sometimes it was just nice to leave him speechless.

[fatherentropy]

It's been 9 years since I've opened commissions but my computer is 7 years old and losing her will to live and will not survive Dawntrail so!!

$100 USD painted portraits with up to 1 additional character for an added charge of $80 (totaling $180)

Full disclosure: I'm aiming for at least $2k and I don't know if I'm going to take a handful of these and close and come back with a better methodology and pricing or just keep doing these. I am developing as I go. Suffice it to say, between that and the unknown that is how long I can spend working on each comm, if I choose to do yours it might take me awhile to get to it. The plan is to send a message to chosen applicants to confirm you're still interested/have the money before sending the invoice, just in case. So please keep that in mind.

My terms are listed on the google form but to reiterate and elaborate on some points:

NOT First Come, First Serve so take your time when you're filling out the form because I'm going off both interest and which are best communicated and thus easiest for me to do.

I will be requiring visual references this time to work. They don't need to be terribly detailed but enough that I can finagle face depth for different facial features. This can be as simple as a picrew and a faceclaim, I don't mind.

My duo example is actually not a portrait but a full painting so keep in mind that heads in actual commissioned pieces will be kept more in line with each other regardless of height.

I WILL draw furries, body horror, and mechs but I am rusty so it will likely take more time I WILL NOT draw object heads, incest or pedophilia

I'll be streaming some of these on Twitch to keep myself focused. Let's not talk about the Vtuber in the room.

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[archangeldyke-all]

i feel weird saying something so straight forward to a stranger but😭

do u think sev would be the type to suddenly start groping you in public 😳

like maybe you’re both sitting in the last drop, and obviously sevs playing poker or some shit, and maybe she just reaches a hand over and starts rubbing in between your legs over your pants, and maybe her cloak is covering what shes doing up🤭🤭 and even if someone did see, its not like they would say anything bc everyone is scared shitless of her

i think the sevika sphere must have hive mind because i shit you not i got this ask like within an hour of this one:

S-sev groping her girl whenever opportunity arises and her girl being endlessly turned on by it👉🏻👈🏻

hehehe

men and minors dni

sometimes she does it on purpose, but most of the time it's subconscious.

sevika just likes touching you! it's her love language! if you're within reaching distance, sevika's likely got her hands on you.

sometimes it's just your hand. sometimes it's her arm draped around your shoulders, or her fingers tickling the nape of your neck. sometimes, she'll sneak her hand into the back pocket of your pants and give your ass a squeeze, but most of the time she just puts it back there to rest it there.

hands on your hips, around your wrist, her arm hooked with yours-- she just likes having her hands on you. it helps her feel secure-- you ground her in a lot of ways, and when she's touching you she knows you're safe.

but sometimes, when sevika's subconsciously reaching out for you, her hands land somewhere they probably shouldn't.

like when she swings her arm around your shoulders and her palm falls on your tit.

or when she reaches over to hold you while you're sitting beside each other, and her hand lands on your upper thigh.

or it cups your cunt.

like right now.

you're sitting beside her while she plays her cards. she's completely unaware of your current predicament, chatting and laughing with the boys, mech hand holding her cards, while her flesh thumb draws circles against your clothed crotch.

you wonder what she thinks she's touching. she can feel your thighs clenching around her hand-- she has to know she's holding you there, but she's oblivious, the itch in her brain to touch you has been soothed, and she doesn't question it any farther.

so you have to sit and be cool while your girlfriend gropes you in the middle of the crowded bar.

luckily, nobody can see beneath the table.

luckily, nobody would even dare to say anything to sev even if they could.

unluckily, sevika's just ordered another round for the table, meaning she's nowhere near done for the night.

when theriam returns with a tray full of glasses, you down yours before he can finish passing everyone else's out. he shoots you a weird look when you ask him to bring you two more. you're going to need them if you're going to get through tonight.

ten minutes pass. sevika's hand doesn't move, her thumb doesn't cease it's teasing, gentle swiing.

twenty minutes. at one point sevika leans over to press a smooch to your temple. your cunt throbs in her hand. she has no idea.

at the thirty minute mark, you get fed up.

you don't know why you thought more alcohol would help you tame your arousal. it's only made it worse. beside you, sevika's got a cigar between her teeth and a furrow between her brows as she studies her hand of cards. she looks so fucking good you think you might pass out.

sevika chuckles at something someone at the table said, her eyes scrunching up with her smile, the little gap in her teeth revealing itself. that's it.

you reach forward and grab her flesh wrist, pressing her hand firmly against your cunt and squeezing your thighs around her hand.

beside you, sevika freezes.

you can see the gears turning in her head as she realizes exactly which part of you she's been groping. the cigar in her mouth droops as her jaw drops. her thumb ceases it's sweeping motion. her eyes grow wide, you watch in fascination as her pupils dialate.

she's still not looking at you. you quickly scan the crowd at the table. nobody's looking in your direction, so you lean forward to whisper.

"you are driving me. fucking. crazy." you growl against her ear.

sevika snaps back to life, turning to look at you as you sink back against the booth.

when your eyes meet, sevika gulps. your lips twitch up at the side, and sevika's eyes snap down to study your mouth.

"fuck." sevika whispers, her voice shaky. you smile.

"your turn's next." you say, nodding at the table. sevika blinks, her eyes darting to the game before looking back at you. she licks her lips.

sevika's eyes dart up and down your body, trying to soak in the sight of you before she has to focus on the game again. you can tell she's fucking you in her head, can see her eyes mentally stripping you of your clothes. you chortle, and stop on her foot beneath the table.

it's her turn.

sevika turns her attention back to the game, but under the table against your cunt, her fingers start wiggling against you. you hide your gasp by faking a yawn. two can play this game.

you slump against sevika's side, nuzzling your head against her shoulder and hugging her arm, pretending you're just tired and resting against your girl.

tilting your head so only sevika can hear you, you let out a tiny, quiet whimper. sevika fumbles with her cards and shoots you a glare. you ignore her.

sevika's hand joins her fingers in their movement, her palm rubbing circles at the apex of your thighs, giving your clothed clit enough friction to make your thighs twitch. you dig your nails into her arm, and beside you, sevika lets out a little gasp of pain.

"you good, sev?" ran asks across the table. sevika freezes beside you, and you bite your lip to hide your laugh.

"y-yeah, all good. gonna have to call it quits for the night. my girl's gettin' tired, gotta get her home and put her in bed."

a chorus of groans and protests ring out around the table. you have to bite back your smile as sevika rises from the bench, waving goodbye to her friends, then glaring at you when she sees you still sitting.

the second you're on your feet, sevika's grabbing your arm and dragging you out of the bar. you laugh the whole way.

she ducks down the alley with you in tow, shoving you against a brick wall and crowding into your space. you smile at her.

"thought we had to get home? thought i was gettin' tired?" you tease her. sevika rolls her eyes.

"fuck off." she mumbles. you giggle.

"you're so cute. so clingy you don't even realize you're practically fingerbanging me at the table."

sevika groans. "shut up!" she says, a faint blush blooming on her cheeks. you grin.

"what did you think you were holding?" you ask between your giggles. sevika chuckles, unable to stop herself, and shrugs.

"i dunno, just like havin' my hands on you." she says. "helps me think."

you melt, all your teases dying at her words. you reach forward and pull her closer to you by her belt loops until she's crushing you against the wall. her hands grip your hips. "give me a kiss." you whisper.

sevika smirks, and leans forward to press her lips against yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. you sigh against her, pushing her away before she can get handsy, taking her hand in yours.

"c'mon. take me home and put me to bed." you say with a wink. sevika laughs.

"oh, with pleasure." she says, swinging your hands between the two of you as you begin your stroll home.

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[theresattrpgforthat]

Two player world building games?

THEME: Two-Player Worldbuilders

Hello there! Almost everything I found for this request required a deck of cards of some kind, so I hope you like card games!

Strata, by Vincenzo Ferriero.

A Mythopoeia Micro-RPG

Welcome fine archaeologist to your new digging ground! Strata is a tabletop role-playing game where you dig to uncover the history hidden under the many layers of rock that have formed over the millennia. Hope you brought along your Equipment!

A fairly simple one-page game, Strata mostly consists of rolling for random discoveries as you dig through each layer of rock. You’re also responsible for naming each age, usually after something you discover there. While this game looks like it could be played solo, with two people you’d be able to bounce ideas off of each-other as to what each discovery means about the age you’re digging through.

HOME, by Deep Dark Games.

HOME is a roleplaying and mapmaking game for 1 to 4 players. 

You are a Mech pilot who must protect their home from Kaiju. Explore and map an alien realm as you search for the source of the Kaiju. Prepare for battle by gearing up, building bases, and uniting the world against the terrifying monster. And when the moment of truth arrives, clash against increasingly dangerous Kaiju that will destroy your home if you fail.

Important relationships keep you going in your darkest hour, veteran pilots make sacrifices for the greater good, and you must decide whether to protect important military locations or cherished cities. 

This game is much more focused on action, moving your characters through a battlefield using d6’s to determine what boons and banes will help or hinder you in your battle across an alien space. While you’re going to be spending a considerable amount of time in battle, the game’s map is meant to be added to and elaborated upon as you play.

The link above is for the Kickstarter page, but the Quickstart is available now on Itch if you’re interested.

The Whimsy Collectors, by Stori_Lundi.

The Whimsy Collectors is a cooperative game for two people about exploring a fantastical universe together, finding unique items, and selling them to their special customers. You'll need a tarot deck, 2 tokens, and 2d6.

Using a tarot deck, this game uses the cards as locations where your characters can search for items and add them to their bag. You’ll also use the cards to represent customers and their wants; but be careful, your characters can only carry so much. As a result you’ll have to manage your resources carefully. You’ll tally up points according to how well your finds are suited to your customers.

The game comes with a chart to help you determine what members of the Major Arcana are like as customers, as well as a worksheet where you can record what you find where. The game also comes with two pre-generated characters with special abilities, which you can use to move strategically across the map. If you like a game that the two of you can huddle over while drawing cards, this might be your game.

This Old House, by CarrionComfort.

This Old House is a GMless game for 1 to 4 players that uses the act of building a House of Cards to tell the story of just that, a house. You will use a standard deck of playing cards, a 4-sided die, and prompts to tell the story of a home, the family and things that inhabit it, and the land it sits on.

These stories will be crafted by you, even with some friends, as a way for you to create land, give it life, and then tell the full history of a single home. From the first piece of lumber laid, through its first family celebrating new life, mourning death, and dealing with heartbreak. Then that story ends with the house being consumed by fire, lost in foreclosure, or just left vacant depending on whether the House of Cards tumbles or if a Joker is pulled.

This game looks like a good option for games that zoom in on the personal and intimate. You will focus on a house throughout its life, using playing cards as a construction material as well as a game oracle. If you want a game with an unexpected ending, this might be the game for you.

The Ground Itself, by Everest Pipkin.

The Ground Itself is a one-session storytelling game for 2-5 players, played with household materials (a coin, a six-sided die, and a deck of cards).

Focusing on place- one specific place, chosen by the group - The Ground Itself unfolds over radically disparate time periods that may range from 4 days to 18,000 years. By casting wildly into time, it considers how places both change and remember themselves. Fundamentally, The Ground Itself is about the echoes and traces we leave for others after we are gone.

This game is a reflection on a place that 2 or more people create together, using playing cards to generate questions about the location. Time may pass by as days, years, or even millennia. Players can choose when to zoom in onto what the game describes as a “focused situation”, allowing them to add an omen, a party, or some other narrative element to the story.

The game is meant to be played in a single session, so at the end you should find yourself with a location that bears the meaning of a number of events. The designer has also added a number of ways to change the game, such as using tarot cards instead of playing cards, playing places that have no inhabitants, or changing how much time passes in between each round of play.

A Traveller in the City, by Palleon Press.

A Traveller in the City is a collaborative map-drawing game in which you (& any friends you bring along) visit a CITY from your own imagination, drawing it out step-by-step! All you need is a deck of standard playing cards, a single six-sided die, & some stuff to draw with. 

Work together to guide the solitary TRAVELLER thru their stroll. Picture the sights they see, the people they meet. Gradually, sketch a map– not of the place itself, but of your own memory of it. For you are not its creator, nor any kind of expert. You are a visitor. How well will you know this place, when it’s already time to leave?

This is based on the Carta system, which involves using a series of cards to represent a map that your character will explore. In this game, both players will control the same traveller, and draw on a grid to represent what this traveller discovers while exploring the city.

The game itself is rather small, and can be printed as a pocket zine for easy of transport - great for just carrying in a pocket for a spur-of-the-moment game.

Aurora, by World Champ Game Co.

Aurora is a tabletop roleplaying game for 2-6 players. This game is deliberately designed to be played comfortably while practicing social distancing or together around a communal table when the necessity for distancing has ceased. Aurora uses 3 phases or modes of play, each of which can be used or removed from the entirety of the game, depending on how the group wants to play. In the first phase, players mail blank cards to another, which will be turned into a custom deck using the zip codes and other numbers. I can see using 5d10 as another way to generate random numbers to help create your custom cards.

In the second phase, city creation begins. Regardless of the setting you decide to create, the city is going to be torn between a Darkness and a Light. Your cards will help determine both of these, as well as the map of the city and the people who live there. If you don’t use the first phase, a deck of tarot cards might work as a good substitute for the oracle.

The final phase uses the map and the cards to generate a story inside the city that you’ve just created. Each player may be responsible for their own character, or they might take ownership of a faction or a number of characters - which might be a good option if there’s just two of you.

If what you want is a lot of room for creativity, this might be for you.

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[fanficmaniatic]

Not to be the over analyzing Cole fan… but am I the only one both surprised and delighted by this shot?

Cole is in the front and center, running, and he looks SO cool! I am rotting for him and everything he does!

Now, I need to admit this is weird. Cole is rarely put in front and center for shots, he is usually in the back, SPECIALLY in running shots, that’s why I have the head cannon that due to his weight/muscle he is not that fast (When compared to the other Ninja) And the show seems to follow this. To be honest I am having a hard time thinking of a running shot when he is front and center that doesn’t belong to Master of The Mountain. Because in there it doesn't matter whether or not he is the fastest, he was the focus character, therefore the focus of the shot goes to him.

And THAT'S what has me so intrigued. Master of the Mountain was Cole’s focus season, his moment to shine, it made sense when he was leading the Upply for him to be front and center... But Now? I am surprised it isn't Nya.

Okey, ignore for a second, the fact that Cole was one of the main 4, ignore the fact that he was the original leader of the team. Dragons risings is a soft reboot. Meaning that while all the other seasons are still relevant, A soft reboot is written in a way someone that has not watched the previous seasons can still jump in and follow along. That's why we have Arin and Sora, new characters that allow the writers to re-explain old concepts without it looking like the characters we grew up with are being idiots.

With this in mind I have to ask... Why is Cole front and center? (And I repeat, he is my absolutely favorite character here) but from the soft reboot perspective... isn't Cole a new character? isn't Cole someone new to the team and therefore new to the plot and narrative? In relationship to the plot and narrative of the soft reboot, Sora is the character we have spent more time with, yet it doesn't make sense for her to be front and center. Sora has not expressed desire to be the leader, and doesn't have the push to lead a team (at least not rn, when we only have her development up to half s1, and the trailer for part 2). Nya on the other hand, she is a character that through Sora's eyes -our POV character in essence- has some sort of authority, we have been with her for longer too. Nya is someone Sora can look up to, learn from, and follow... So it would make sense to have Nya in the front and center... Yet she is not even next Cole.

Notice how not only are both Sora and Nya parallels at the back, not front, they are also blurry... In fact, Cole is the ONLY character in this shot who is not blurry. In addition to being front and center, the animators blur the other characters as Cole runs closer to the camera. Hell, even in the composition, you could draw a clear triangle with the other characters, and Cole is a the peak. He is the focal point, and this ensures the viewer is looking at Cole, but more importantly HIS expression.

His is the only expression that is 1) clear to see, and 2) not showing fear. He is angry, focused... determined.

This bring the actual question of the post... Why use these visual framing devices this way if not to give Narrative focus to Cole?

Could this episode focus on Cole? could we maybe see how he found the formling and the serpentine? notice too how they are next to Cole, and in front of Nya and Sora -aka closer to Cole (Maybe both figurative and literally)-... Could this episode touch on his new team, perhaps show him leading? Because I can't think of another narrative reason as to why they would put so much visual focus of a running scene on Cole.

And you could say "Duh, the episode is of when they find Cole, of curse they are going to focus on him" and You'll be correct, but also you are not getting my point. What I am saying is that, if this level of focus is anything to go by, Cole fans are going to eat, this episode is going to be a meal. Cole is about to kick some mech's ass so bad that bitch is going to go back to the mechanic crying and we as viewers are going to have front row seats to the whole thing.

Cole might be having a focus episode where his leadership skills are shown, where he is being fatherly, where he is showing himself as the responsible rock of the team. THIS is not any focus episode, this is a five start restaurant meal. A buffet.

Anyways... I am trying to keep my hopes low, but I needed to put this out there real quick.

[blinkpen]

wait do Colin and Zoe have to get their dumb ass mech parts body augments bolted back onto them everytime they respawn

As a general rule, no, they don't! Although for Zoetrope, it's a little more complicated. More on that in a bit.

Setting up how to explain this got a little long so I've put it, along with some more accompanying drawings/doodles, under a cut! But first, a fancy Lamarr (this is actually 100% relevant)

Respawn is used primarily to reconstruct living (or rather, once-living) matter; it actually takes more effort on Necrin's part to reconstruct inanimate things and objects, including clothing and personal affects. Once you have a sort of 'default' look about you, that's how you will respawn, and respawning that outfit's "free" as it were.

Now, even if they are constantly kept on your person, there are some things you have to jump through some hoops to ensure they respawn with you such as magical items or exceptionally unique pieces of tech. This is to prevent dangerous or valuable objects from being wrecklessly duplicated. In the event there is a respawn-induced duplication of a magical item, let's say a magical necklace, for example, one is instantly rendered a dud in terms of its magical properties. You can only guarantee the dud will be the one left behind on your corpse and the one on your respawned body has all its intended properties if you jump through the aforementioned hoops. If you don't, you better haul ass to where your body dropped and hope it hasn't been scavenged or disposed of with your corpse yet.

(On the topic of scavenging, the fact you never know if someone's magical item is 'attached' to them and that's now a dud or still the real deal if they bite it has its own bundle of consequences and plays a big role in the black market of the world. Respawn-induced duds that are then enchanted to briefly fool potential buyers are rampant)

You can 'update' your 'default' look, but doing this costs a not insignificant amount of money, on top of the money you already had to spend to just physically acquire/purchase the clothes in the first place. The only people who can gussy themselves up, and then not constantly be on edge about the risk of losing all that effort, or even the clothing itself, are people who have the kind of money and connections for Necrin to be regularly up to date on what fit to respawn them in every time they change clothes.

Your only other alternative really is to be enough of a badass you can dodge all danger and make it to whatever situation your special outfit is for without dying or the outfit itself taking any damage. But even badasses get unlucky.

Yeah, so I accidentally made an in-universe reason why the cartoon characters tend to wear the same clothes all the time except when it's particularly relevant to the story at hand, but I actually hadn't planned on it serving that purpose… Weird coiny dink.

I used a date as an example here, but in the nature of the beast/the themes of the work, you might imagine, hey, this could effect all kinds of things, like appointments, jobs where you have to wear a uniform or special gear, job interviews, etc, and it does, and that's explored i the story (as is the fact status can affect respawn speed as well, only further exacerbating the issue)

Now back to Collin and Zoetrope specifically, the entire original point of this ask, whoopsie doodle!

Collin sometimes likes to have his 'default' be cyborg arms, and sometimes he doesn't, so he updates it accordingly. He doesn't need to re-do the entire surgical process when he does this; he implanted a sort of 'middle man' cybornetic that the arms can be attached or detached from, which takes some time and precision from someone other than himself, but is obviously much less of an ordeal than putting ALL that tech back in. The 'middle man' cybernetics are there regardless, and sometimes he will pop the arms on and off without updating because of how minimal an inconvenience it is with how rarely he actually dies.

Now for Zoe, the control nodes/parts of the wheel directly attached to him/his body will respawn with him when he does, but the wheel itself, and its free floating node, will not. This is because the wheel was a personal affect (or potentially a body part, given the alien nature of the being) scavenged from an Agent monster, which, unlike lifeforms native to the core, do not respawn when slain/destroyed,. While the wheel is nigh-indestructible and can survive situations Zoe himself wouldn't, it has to be physically retrieved in the event Zoe is temporarily slain, or he's royally boned until they get it back.

yeah this is what i was talking about earlier i'm really mad how this pre-peeled zoe came out i keep playing with fire

[plushii-gutz]

Auauahh,, part 8. I swear this series will be the end of me. Also, fair warning, the rest of the series may be a wee bit dark solely because I refuse to let anyone smile.

Also yeah, the chapters shorter than I'd like.

☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆

Galvana paced throughout the first floor of the castle the second they believed it was empty, collecting their belongings and any items they would need. Most food, some repair kits, some first aid. Anything they needed, they grabbed. Any regards for whom it belonged to meant very little now.

Once they believed everything they needed had been gathered, Galvana fled back to the only safe spot in the castle: their room. They pushed the door open, only to be met by Vhamp.

Vhamp stood in the middle of Galvana's room. It was covered wall to wall in papers. Paragraphs of handwritten information, pages ripped from books, printed from the internet - some even his own work. It had only been mere days since they had made these sketches. It was clear that Galvana had been planning for a very long time.

"Galvana, what is this?" Vhamp confronted. "How long has this been going on?"

"Vhamp, leave."

"No. Not until you answer me. What the hell is all of this?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

The mech celestial stood its ground. He was aware of Galvana learning new abilities, yet no fear resided in its mind. Although they were not particularly friends, he knew they wanted to maintain what they had. Why wouldn't they? It was all they had left.

He asked one last time: What is Galvana doing? They raised their staff in response, the core glowing a brilliant, lively green.

"I'm doing what's fair."

The base of the castle began to quiver and split. Roots erupted from the floor, entangled around Vhamps robotic limbs and holding him firmly in place. There was no time to think or speak. Galvana fled to the hallway, where Furnoss stood in a state of shock. The plantation grew rapidly, crawling up along his body and neck. He fought back, burning it away with fire in sputtering coughs. He was far too scared to do more. So very, very scared.

Galvana fled outside, knocking the front door clean off its hinges as they did. The castle had begun to be lifted from the ground it settled on, shredded into sections of its original form. Stones fell. Items of every kind shattered. One of the only celestials that hadn't been affected by the tangled roots flew from the wreckage, diving down and directly into the rampaging celestial.

Plixie sunk her nails into Galvana's neck, dragging them across the grass and mud. There wasn't a hint of hesitation, as if she knew it were Galvana who had done this. The supernatural celestial's staff had been dropped in the process. They didn't seem to need it.

The two barreled into a nearby tree, which caved over at the sudden force and split them apart. Plixie was quick to return to flight, wiping dirt and blood from an unknown source out of her eyes. There was no way to tell whom it belonged to.

Her mind was blurred. So much had happened at once. She didn't even know where she stood right now. All the plasma monster knew was that Galvana was to blame. The moment something vaguely blue and orange moved, she attacked with every bone her on body.

Galvana was unable to stand so quickly after such a beating. Their back felt as if it were shredded. They jerked their head down, hearing their attacker approaching. Their horns pointed forward. Plixie didn't stop in time.

Her throat and chest were pierced by two jagged spikes. Galvana shook their head back, tossing her to the side and ripping themselves free. A chunk flesh stuck to their horns.

Plixie gasped, coughing in an attempt to draw in breath. Her esophagus was exposed to the elements. One of her lungs had surely collapsed.

What was once believed to be a nearby tree began to shift. Sage kneeled over the scene.

"Finally," Galvana hissed. "Did you get him?"

Sage revealed a motionless monster in her hand. Their creator seemed satisfied.

"Good. Knowing their situation, it doesn't surprise me that he came early.. follow me."

The staff Galvana had dropped was easily found. Their satchel and bag of necessities stood nearby. They grabbed a new, more important item from Plixie as well.

Galvana stood near the remains of the castle. With a motion of their hand, the roots slithered back into the dirt. The wreckage fell to the ground. Although there was more they needed, it would be smarter to follow the plan they had mapped out all that time ago. They weren't ready to gather the rest just yet.

Sage lifted Galvana up. They guided the wubbox in the direction they needed. There was nothing left for them here. Soon, they were missing.

Torrt pushed his way through the rubble. What had just happened? He didn't ponder for long. The earth celestial began to kick aside the fallen wreckage, searching for anyone he could. Hornacle was the first to emerge. Together, they freed Furnoss.

"Over here!" Blasoom yelled. She was released shortly after, pulling Vhamp up alongside her.

His mechanical body was crushed, but he was alive. Torrt offered to carry him on the back of his shell until they were able to move again on their own. It was the best option.

"Where's Galvana?" Furnoss asked. It didn't seem as if they were here - not under the rubble or otherwise.

"What about Plixie?" Torrt added.

"She flew out," Blasoom answered. "Those.. Those things never caught her."

The five shared a collective look of worry. Silently, they agreed to search separately.

Hornacle was the monster who found her, having to cover his mouth to keep himself from screaming. Her head was missing.

Torrt kept Blasoom away. She didn't need to see this. Her wails were all the more painful. He searched for a towel, having Hornacle wrap the body. What else could he do? A numbness began to wash over the water celestial as he did his best to hide the scene before him.

Furnoss's eyes had never seemed so bewildered, fixed on Hornacle carrying the bundled body of what used to be his celestial friend. His pupils were merely pin pricks in a sea of off-white fog. His gaze fell into the forest where the wubbox had disappeared into. Then, towards the front yard. He had no reaction to the sight of the neighboring monsters from below starting to venture up the hill to them. The destruction had caused quite the mess. Of course, they were curious.

"What do we do?" Blasoom hiccuped.

"We need to go," Torrt stuttered. His pain, his grief, all barely contained behind a thin wall of forced strength. Vhamp agreed, tapping his shell twice.

"Can you speak?"

One tap. That must mean no.

They were not sure where to flee. Furnoss could hardly move. The plant celestial did her best to lead him onwards, at least as far away from anyone's view as she could. The only place they could run to were the trees.

Word spread quickly of the destruction of Plant Island's castle, only a few hours until it was all over the island. It was a historical experience. Guarded all those years, only to be wiped out in an unknown attack. Many speculated on the cause, yet no one could know for sure. Ghazt had been informed, although they weren't sure how long ago this had happened. They were fast to tell G'joob, who spread the information to the rest of the Mythicals.

With the other Ethereals aware, Ghazt traveled to Plant Island and warily explored the woods. It was the only place they knew to check. Thankfully, their guess was right. It doesn't seem as though the celestials got far.

"Guys!" Ghazt yelled, speeding into them and phasing through Furnoss. "Guys, oh my stars! Oh - oh.. oh no."

The plasma monster noticed right away the damage that had been done. Their mouth stood agape as reality began to sink in. Ghazt hovered to Hornacle, opening their arms. Hesitant, he handed over the body. It silently peeled away the towel to get a glance, then hid the body once more.

"What happened?" They asked.

"Vhamp knows," Torrt answered, "but they can't talk. We.. we think Galvana-"

"Ghazt?" Furnoss spoke for the first time. "Please.. can she come back?"

"No," Ghazt kept its voice leveled. "Celestial can heal, but.. they can't regrow certain limbs. Whoever did this - they wanted her gone for good."

"She's.. for good?"

"Well, no, but.. Uh - Ethereal Island! I need to get you guys there!"

"What about Scaratar? Attmoz and Glaishur?"

"Humbug is with her, so she should know by now.. Strombonin has probably gotten to the other two, but he's been strange lately. Look, we need to go!"

Furnoss wanted more answers. He quickly accepted the travel, and with a spinning of Ghazts claws, an interdimensional portal opened widely before them. He leaped in without worry, and the rest followed. Another new world to see.

Vhamp was quickly taken to Reebro, who began the repairs immediately. It was going to be a stressful procedure. Not only was the mech Ethereal working on his creator, but he was also working before many of the celestials. Another monster, Bellowfish, acted as an assistant. They ushered away the spectating celestials, assuring them that Vhamp would be alright within the next couple of days. They simply needed to trust in Reebro's expertise.

A canine-like monster, Sox, trotted alongside Ghazt as Plixie's body was taken to an unknown location. The others were told that she was going to be preserved, following a quick explanation of how Celestials are unable to die.

"She isn't gone for good," Sox explained. "She's in a waiting room, like Glaishur had been. We need her head to bring her back - Plixie's celestial powers are still active."

"We don't know what.. happened," Furnoss sighed. He tried his best to explain what he could from memory. "Whatever it was, it could harm many other monsters."

"That's why you're here. We have to protect you. Whatever happened, you were the target."

"What about the neighborhood below?"

"We already lost the celestials once," Ghazt moved in, "and we aren't going to lose them again. The Mythicals are helping out their designated Islands! There isn't enough space here for everyone."

Torrt seemed terribly uneasy. Although he appreciated the safety, it felt wrong to leave the others behind. He fiddled with his hands, watching some of the passing Ethereals and catching the attention of one and following them. It appeared to be some sort of reptilian. He knew what he saw, and even more what he hadn't. They needed Vhamp now more than ever.

By now, Humbug had gotten a plentiful of notifications on his device. There wasn't any time for chit-chat, though; he was busy assisting Scaratar on her next costume.

"Something bright," he suggested. "You want to stand out against the stage!"

"Humbug, darling, I know what I'm doing," she chuckled. "It's going to be a small crowd this time. Somewhere nearby."

"Ah, playing it safe?"

"For now."

"Oh, you want a mysterious persona? The Masked Singer, anywhere at any time!"

"It's preferred. Live television.. that's another thing to check off my bucket list!"

More laughing, more planning. Scaratar enjoyed the new life she was building for herself. It was profitable in more ways than one.

"Eh - I do need to remind you to be careful. Last night was a real risky move."

"Oh, I'm just having fun. I'm probably the least confusing monster around these parts."

Scaratar set out a map, circling the area in marker of which she intended to perform. A small restaurant with weekly karaoke nights; something that was all too common here. She didn't mind, of course. It made it much easier for others to enjoy one of her shows.

Humbug tossed a black and purple hat in the air, having it land on his head.

"How's about we go on a stroll, m'lady?" He said with a joking tone.

"Ew."

"I look awesome."

The two poison monsters set out for the afternoon, both deep in disguise. Their plans were set for later that night. Now, they wanted to explore the area and brainstorm what the best entrance would be.

Monsters lined the streets, and vehicles rumbled and drove past. There hasn't been a day when the city felt slow.

[altraviolet]

answering some spoilery anon asks!

Spoilers for the very end of The Echo Garden! Don't look unless you've read the ending =D

YESSSS yess yessssss ok ok so this ask is referring to this, which I've been planning for years and years and have been very excited about:

first line of fic:

The sun was setting for the thousand-thousandth time in the shadowzone.

last line of fic:

The sun was rising for the thousand-thousandth time in the echo garden.

It's one big huge circle :D IT'S ONE BIG HUGE CIRCLE the sun was setting in a shitty place for Soundwave and it's rising in a wonderful place for him!! hahahahHAAHAHAA, laughing with authorial glee

(just one side note for clarity, though- there is no mention of the hunger, but that doesn't mean it's gone...)

Yeah, in the epilogue it mentions that he's very busy with his communications job now, which means he completed the tier one chore cycle.

I'm not sure what you mean by "this job again," sorry :'D

At the very end of the fic, he's a comms officer, but he still does crystal stuff. Mirage and Skywarp do most of the "farming," if you will, but SW still has experiments he wants to do, and he also does all the igniting.

I'd need some specifics to give you a perfect answer, but if you have deja vu sometimes, that might be because I purposefully repeat scene fragments for emphasis, or to draw attention to themes, etc etc.

Ch 51 in particular was constructed to be a very casual inverse of the first chapter. Examples of what I mean by that:

Ex 1:

In ch 1, Soundwave is alone in a wasteland, slowly starving. In ch 51, we have several scenes where SW is surrounded by many friends/allies, he's healthy, and he's able to express his creativity freely.

Ex 2:

Laserbeak flying/Soundwave tracking its data

Ch 1

Soundwave took note and called Laserbeak back. ... He would send Laserbeak as far as it could go, then ping its return on every frequency and map each data point in three dimensions, just for something to do. ... Laserbeak crested over the canyon wall, catching the dulled light of sunset on its wings.

Ch 51

Soundwave took down the shimmering black cloth with his tentacles. Laserbeak gripped it in its talons. As it flew over to the cart, the cloth unfurled and sparkled in its wake. For lack of anything better to do, Soundwave graphed the undulating glitters. He didn't have any time to enjoy the incoming data, however. As Laserbeak swooped back on itself to fold the cloth, creating even more beautiful patterns, mechs passed Soundwave on their way out. It took a minute for him to register that everyone was greeting him. Some were more enthusiastic than others, but they all at least said hello.

Maybe that one is a stretch, but that's my "authorial intent," haha. (also the latter 2 sentences of Ch 51 are part of Ex 1 above- SW being surrounded by mechs instead of alone)

Thanks for the asks! =)

[marrow-minded]

its really so funny that ruby can apologize to cordovin, someone who was blatantly racist to blake, and make peace with her that "theyre all on the same side" and "we didnt want to steal from you but you gave us no other choice" (which is total bullshit cordo literally said she would escort weiss to ironwood, why couldnt weiss have just taken oscar and qrow and the lamp and then they could have gotten direct orders from ironwood to collect the rest of the team) and after *nearly* dooming argus (through some really piss poor writing) they can all be besties and cordo gives them her blessing to steal an atlas airship, not because she was made aware of the true mission and she understands thats theres more at risk than her petty arguments with maria and sticking to the rules by the letter, but simply because ruby made a speech which included a dig at cordo physical attributes--

but General Ironwood, someone qrow has a personal connection with and history, and has actual power to make a difference in this war just from his assets alone, is someone inherently untrustworthy and needs to be lied too; not bc he did something that "forced" ruby and co to lie, but because a schnee implies that mantle didnt use to be this bad (?) and dissonance between what was being shown to the audience on screen (a pretty well taken care of couple city blocks and two drunks) and what the characters were saying (total chaos and martial law and fascist dictatorship being imposed on the poor). like ruby was willing to look past CORDOVINS blatant racism, endangerment of civilians (by jumping straight into her mech over what was essentially a petty argument that leads to the whole city being in a panic and drawing a leviathan) and is even willing to apologize and take accountability for their fuckups to leave on a good note with cordovin.

but nah ironwoods too fucked up. hes too sus. i know we literally spent the entire show up until this point showing ironwood as a well meaning ally put into tough situations and ozpin and qrow both see ironwood as an ally and yeah sure hes literally going to upgrade our weapons and gear for free and is going to give us our licenses (you know, just the entire original premise of the show being fulfilled dont focus on that) and even train us to use our semblances and aura and tools in new ways that we never thought of while also being completely open and honest about his plans that hes making with all the knowledge he has available to him (mind you, we are going to keep really vital and important information that could drastically help and change the plans around). like IGNORE all of that, its more important that we make the schnees likable and have cordovin as an ally.

[r00kaline]

Random Bundle Of Junkrat Headcannons

-He strikes me as a person who always seems cold, but is usually feeling hot.

-He is straight, but only cause I have a feeling that he doesn't understand the community at all, he had many other things to worry about.

-Roadhog is like an older brother to him, ya'll are weird asf for shipping a 27 yo with somebody who is in his late 50's (my opinion).

-He doesn't like omnics, but he never actually used omnics as dummies before unlike other members of Junkertown would.

-He wears earplugs half of the time to save what is left of his hearing.

-Surprisingly, has amazing eyesight.

-His balance game is strong, have you seen his Running Rat emote? He can balance on his peg leg with ease.

-Not so good with kids, mainly because half of the time he doesn't know what they want from him.

-He can draw pretty well actually, usually, he draws random facial designs on papers, or weird people when he's bored.

-Very, VERY fast reader, and he comprehends it well too (same my guy).

-He doesn't actually hate all omnics, he's curious, have you heard his interactions with Rammatra before? He's curious about the guy.

-Not religious whatsoever, but probably because he doesn't know much about it in the first place.

-He likes coffee a lot, but he genuinely cant handle hard caffeine, like espresso, so he often gets something on the sweeter side.

-Unlike his balance, his motor skills are a bit wonky, he has shaky hands, like he was taking crack his whole life.

-He can't decipher romantic feelings from platonic half the time, so he just vibes with whatever is going on till the person figures it out for him.

-Falls asleep very quickly, like a damn marine.

-The only reason Jamison would probably join Overwatch, is to get away from his criminal record, either because he wants to be a better person, or just to mask it.

-Amazing at making sand castles, like extremely good, the guy can make a palace out of sand in a couple of hours.

-When he takes his mech hand off, there's a small electrode that helps him move his hand very smoothly, and with the modified technology of OW2 universe, it manages to basically allow him to feel the movement and control it like an arm.

-When he was little, he had a light tooth gap.

-0 body hair, he is a twink.

-Professional at slithering his way out of questions, use the interaction he had with Lifeweaver when he was asked if Roadhog was his significant other.

-When he zones out, he genuinely looks sad even though he isn't.

-Not a big fan of working with music. When he works, he needs either pure and utter silence, or somebody talking to him or near him.

-Doesn't have a hunch because surprisingly has a very good sitting posture.

-His hair is put up a lot more often than people think.

-Has a tattoo on his upper thigh of one of his weird smiley faces. --- Bellow are some romantic headcannons, this includes you being his lover (in our case, somebody with the female anatomy) ---

-No interpretation of boundaries whatsoever unless set directly.

-At some point, his heists can often mean more to him than his partner, but with time, it can change.

-Likes people shorter than him, he finds it "cute".

-Actually isn't overly touchy, he's never had physical affection, so it can weird him out a lot at first, but he gets used to it quickly and begins to initiate it just as fast.

-Loves kissing, like any type of kissing, from pecks to make outs. He's very messy with it.

-When you call him out, he puckers out his lips and just looks at you.

-Doesn't care for body shapes or types whatsoever, he however likes peoples hands a lot for some reason, his aren't so clean, he knows he's committed crimes, and even though he's proud of them half of the time, it's nice to see someone who cant compare.

-Takes some said things out of context, like sexual hints.

-If you guys do ever have sex, he would lay against you after, looking up at you with his head between your tits (any sized tits, tits are a privilege to lay against, it's tits guys.)

-More of a visual person, very, loves feeling your anywhere.

-Would oppose to pretty much anything you ask, if you ask him to put his hair up, he would, you ask him to do something, he would.

-Scared of being a father a bit, as mentioned before, not a big fan of kids (me too brother.)

-Loves sharing food with you, a lot, it's one of his love languages, along with gift giving and quality time.

-Extremely messy kisser by nature, he doesn't want to learn though.

--- Who should I do next?? Let me know. ---

[agbpaints]

Getting back into the swing of doing paint tutorials- I pulled a Spider out of a salvage box and I figured I'd do a quick and dirty davion scheme! This is the parade paint job for the First Davion Guards, AKA quintessential battletech 'good' guy mechs.

Paints you will need:

Black primer

Dark grey (citadel mechanicus standard grey)

Light grey (citadel dawnstone)

Off white (army painter spaceship armor)

Red (citadel mephiston red)

Light blue (citadel baharroth blue)

Green (citadel warpstone glow)

Gun metal (citadel leadbelcher)

Silver (citadel rune fang steel)

Dark wash (citadel drakenhof nightshade)

Citadel akhelian green cintrast

Citadel blood angels red contrast

Things you might want

Khaki (citadel zandri dust)

Fleshy orange (citadel ratskin flesh)

White (army painter matt white)

Dark green (citadel Caribana green)

Light red (citadel evil sunz scarlet)

Yellow (citadel averland sunset)

Black (army painter matt black)

Citadel aggaros dunes contrast

I started by basing my mini with my normal desert badlands basing scheme (paint base in glue, sprinkle on basing sand and let cure. Paint on more glue and stick down some aquarium gravel) and then priming the whole thing black with brush-on primer.

Once the primer is finished drying, load some of your dark grey up on a fat drybrush, wipe off slightly less than most of the paint, and then apply the remainder to the model in long up and down strokes. All of the panels should be grey, with some black showing in crevices and hard to reach recesses of the model. Next, repeat this process with your light grey paint, but wipe off more and apply less liberally- you want the darker grey color to remain in most places with the edges and raised details highlighted in grey. Finally, drybrush the model one last time with your off-white color only in the areas that will catch the light most like the head, torso, shoulders, the vectoring fins on the mech's back, and the outstretched left knee.

Now that the mech has been presented in greyscale, we can make it blue. Akhelian green is going to be doing the majority of the heavy lifting in this paint scheme- I find it to be a pretty easy contrast paint to work with. Apply it undiluted to the model, looking to spread it in a single coat like a thick wash, and then leave it to dry for 20 minutes. Afterwards, you might want to brighten the blue up in places as I did- drybrush on some light blue in the same areas you used off-white earlier.

At this point, I got a little excited and decided to do the Davion stripes. Start with your red, pretty well thinned on your palet, and a thin detail brush. To make this easy on ourselves, we're going to look for vertical panels on the left side of the mech's torso and leg and basically connect all of those with a straight line. In the case of the Spider, the easy ones are the shoulder and that panel that runs down the upper thigh. Apply a thin edge highlight of red along those panels and then carefully continue the line down the rest of the leg, terminating at the ankle. If your hand is steady enough, run a thin line of red around the mech's ankle where the vertical line ends. Then, go back with your off-white and using the red line you made already as a guide, run a parallel stripe down the outside edge of the red (if you swap these battletech nerds will dunk on you online).

At this point, I also striped the ridge running down the Spider's helmet, but it's not super necessary.

Now that we've got our blue sorted out, we've got a bit of a 'draw the rest of the owl' step. First, you're going to want to go back over any of the parts of the model that you want to be exposed mechanical elements with your dark grey. I painted the joints in the legs, the shoulders, the lasers and the big vent on the chest, the 'chin strap' under the spider's canopy glass, and the jump jets in this color. Then, wash the grey with your favorite dark wash- I really like the deep blue of drakenhof nightshade but something like nuln oil will also work well for this. Finally, apply a light drybrush of your light grey to the shaded grey. If a part is too recessed to easily drybrush, you can leave it as is or do use a small brush to carefully highlight it. You should also add a small dot of green to the inside of each of the laser barrels at this point.

Next, paint the mech's canopy glass silver. Once that's dry, paint over the silver with blood angels red or any other colorful contrast paint for a vibrant metallic color.

If you're following along with my desert basing, paint the sand on the base khaki and the larger pebbles with your fleshy orange. Then paint over everything with agarros dunes contrast or a dark brown wash like agrax earthshade.

And with that you have a Spider that's fully ready for tabletop with 3 colors, shading, and a textured base. There's still a couple more things we can do if you have more time and patience that I'll detail below.

To apply some quick and dirty jeweling to the lasers, start by painting a half circle of light green on each barrel, focused on one of the bottom corners. Paint the recess of the barrel with a dot of dark green and put a tiny little dot of white opposite the half circle of green, which should now be more of a crescent shape with with dark spot in the center.

While the white is still in your pallet, you can also highlight the parts of the off white stripes on the mech most exposed to overhead light like the lower thigh, knee, and shoulder. Do the same thing with the red stripe using a light red as well.

At this point I also added unit numbering to the mech's shoulder. Basic numbers are a really good way to practice your fine control and I try to consistently add a couple to each of my projects. Use your off-white well thinned and a fine detail brush, lock your hand holding the model against your hand holding the brush just below the wrists, and then draw the paintbrush 'downwards' with a pulling motion. This should keep you your line relatively straight and fine.

While you can keep the jump jets on your mech dark I prefer to paint mine with some orange in them. Using the fleshy orange from earlier, paint most of the interior of each jump jet, then add a dot of yellow at the very deepest recess of each one.

Finally, let's add some hazard stripes to the mech. Pick out a few areas near joints or vents that seem like a bad place for an Astech's hand to go and paint in a thick 'edge highlight' of black. Then, going back to yellow find the center of the line and add a diagonal tickmark there. You may need to go over this more than twice to get a strong color depending on your yellow. Once your centerline is marked, work out towards the edges, painting another ticmark at regular intervals until you hit the ends of the Black.

[styllwaters]

⚠️ Old designs and lore // Do not reblog ⚠️

Well folks, this is about as sci fi-fantasy as it gets. People have been asking about humans in Vivere 44, and a bunch of quick sketches turned into a full-on infographic, and now I have no choice but to elaborate. So! humans. (The story is set in the year 2155, and considering the lack of physical forms I suppose post-humans would be a more reasonable term...) 

Despite having changed significantly since they left Earth, humans have an established place within the Wider Galactic Community. Most of the essential info is in the image, but I’ll go ahead and slap on extra notes anyways. Long-ish post ahead!

For starters, if you want a more extensive read of humanity’s history in Vivere 44 and how exactly they came to look like that, then head on over to the google doc. Be warned, it gets a little dark at some points.

Although they might look like holograms, the human’s appearance has little to do with light fields. Instead, they are made up of millions of tiny ‘cyber-particles’, which were discovered by the **Angelum **in 2110. Their properties are still being researched, but they are known to be able to host consciousness - which has earned them the nickname ‘mind flecks’. They have been used in computers, AI, and projections, and have only recently been applied to digitized brains. 

Through these mind flecks, a human can shape their appearance however they please, however it relies heavily on individual brainpower and how clearly one can visualize an image. For this reason, young children often have difficulty with clear forms and are more inclined to look like vague shapes (or their default form). They learn by mimicking others. Fun fact, It’s also easy for experienced individuals to lose clarity in their form when experiencing strong emotions. Thus, the word ‘distortion’ has been used as a substitute for losing one’s composure.

Unfortunately in spite of their unique shifting abilities, humans have difficulty interacting with the non-digital world. Luckily, the Angelum are known for their expertise in machinery, so together they developed mech suits that allow people to walk around and pick up stuff and whatnot. Some people like the convenience, but others hate the restrictive feeling of the suits and opt for gloves instead (I’ll draw them one day). This embedding of intelligence systems in machines meant jobs like spacecraft intelligence (as opposed to spacecraft artificial intelligence) became quite prevalent among humans. 

Humanity’s new configurations also mean that they no longer have the need to eat or drink. Yet, unlike an AI they still need to sleep every now and then. And unlike an AI, humans are not immortal. The particles begin to deteriorate after about 160 years, and at 200 years will have completely disappeared. Still a pretty impressive lifespan. I should also note that once a person’s mind is transferred to cyber-particles, they are stuck like that. No changing hosts or returning to a body.

The first generation of post-humans is still around today, but since then two more have arisen. Artificial chromosomes and a form of gene swapping were developed in the early days allowing humanity to continue its legacy. There is a bit of controversy as to whether these new generations count as ‘true’ humans since they never had an organic body to begin with, but they certainly aren’t robots either. The new generations think, act and live just as the originals did, if not more progressively.

That’s about it for now! This concept has been bouncing around in my head for a while now so I’m glad to finally have the chance to put it somewhere. As always, open to questions!

[the2ight2eer]

Alledia, in this version, is split up into 7 countries:

Windsor

Coco

Lufen

Nautilus

Frontera

Kanalis

Gulfeńn (which is split into more regions, or provinces)

(I will draw a better quality map someday 😔)

I made the map a little less of one big supercontinent, and I thought that making this world feel a little bigger would help make this story feel more vast without needing to leave the planet (I am never forgiving Kazu for that goofy ending in book 7, it literally came out of nowhere)

I will update this map later (I’m going to move the mountain range in Gulfeńn to the coast, so that geographically it makes a little sense as to why that whole area is an arid desert, and extend the mountain range up up north a bit)

During the war all the western countries are known as the Common Alliance (or at least, it will be if I don’t think of a less cheesy name). The best way to think about these countries is this:

(The flags are a bit ugly, but I tried my best 😭)

Windsor:

NOT occupied by Gulfeńn yet

the superpower of the CA

It’s really cold up there

Like… wet and cold

This place is just 1940’s England

Their national animal is the whale

I imagine Windsorian cities looking like Dunwall from Dishonored

Coco:

I haven’t come up with much other than it’s a small nation with not that much to offer in the way of trade, and was actually going through negotiations to become a part of Lufen before the war

Not occupied by Gulfeńn

Nautilus:

They are only partially occupied by Gulfeńn

The “front line” country

A lot of citizens have been displaced from here

This country (in my head at least) reminds me a little of Ireland

Frontera:

Completely occupied by Gulfeńn

A lot of elves actually live here

Human-Elf relations here is a lot more chill than in… say Windsor

Kanalis:

Also completely occupied by Gulfeńn

Basically if Chicago was a country

I always read Enzo and Rico’s lines in a Chicagoan accent, because they have Italian names 🤷‍♂️

Lufen:

‘MERICA RAAAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

Idk, I have it in my head that this is cowboy country

This place is a lot looser than The boarder countries or Windsor

It’s a bunch of farmland broken up by forest, plains, and towns (kinda like where I live)

These guys are technically neutral, but have been sending supplies to Windsor

I will have a separate post for Gulfeńn (and why I am spelling it like that), but for now I want to focus on the human countries.

You might be wondering… how exactly did humans end up on Alledia anyways? Well my friend, I have a surprisingly simple answer for you!

I don’t fully know :/

I’d like to think they stumbled across the “Gate” (or portal thingy that Emily stumbled into) at some point hundreds of years ago, and adapted accordingly… but that leaves a couple of plot holes (how did that many people fit through the Gate? How did people of that many different cultures come all at once?) so let’s just not think about that for now 😅

The time period in which this will be set is more so in the 1930’s-1940’s. Because this is fantasy, we don’t have to be exact, and we can be a bit more flexible with “historical accuracy” or whatever.

I feel like a war oriented story such as this would benefit more from a Dieselpunk aesthetic. That way we have a bit of the modern age to work with, in terms of technology, and a thematic framework for the story right off the bat.

Here is an example of Dieselpunk! This piece is called Gray Monster by Jakub Rozalski:

I think mechs, blimps, and wartime would work perfectly with this genre of punk

final quick note, in my version of this story there are a couple different powers at play: The Common Alliance (bad-ish guys), The Resistance (okay guys), Gulfeńn (bad-ish guys), Ceilis (meh guys), and the Luna Moth Crew (good guys!)

Remember, this is an ongoing WAR. It is NOT a good time to live in Alledia, and the world should feel as such. With that being said, this is not going to be a “gritty” depressing story. I still want to capture the magic that the early books had. We can still have some fun with it!

Let me know what you think and if I should change anything :D