#like fang....snaggle tooth...

[omnxnom]

some recent messy redraws of shadow across various media + a silver!!

the shots here!

[thegh0st-of-ingrid]

My 19 Days reading experience so far: I'd be giggling and laughing by myself in my room like a dumbass bc the characters are either being cute and/or lovey dovey or just doing the stupidest shit ever and then BAM! I get hit with the tiniest bit of depressing backstory or something sad suddenly happens and I'm left staring at the pannels for a moment to contemplate the implications of what just happened

And once in a while I see connections with alnst

[octodrawn]

wait..... his front teeth may be buck teeth after all....

[gloomiegalaxie]

hiii! i was curious, as someone not as well versed with cc for making aliens/other creatures of a similar nature, is there any cc that'd you recommend for getting started? love ur cc and sims lol<3

oh my friend, there is so sooooo much CC i would recommend!

Ears

Hobb Ears

Paolumu Ears

Frieren Ears

Cow Ears

Demon Ears

Cat Ears + Recolors

Goat Ears

Siren Ears

Eve Ears

Feline Ears

Heart + Loopy Ears

Tails

Absol Tail

Mechanical Tails

Demon Tails

Fox Tail

Cat Tails

Satyr Tails

Feline Tails 2.0

Feet

DigiLegs [SFW] + Clothing Conversions

Plantigrade Paws

Wings

Dragon Wings

Fantasy Wings

Macaw Wings

Demon Wings

Antenna

Everly Antenna

Antenna Ringlets

Antenna Crawlers

Alien Antenna

Antennae Collection

Antenna Set

Horns

Shuten-Doji Horns

Oni Horns

Tian Horns

Broken Horns

Demon Horns

Fantasy Horns + Recolors

Eyes

Feline Eyes + Heterechromia

Cyber Eyes

Cryptid Eyes

Gloomy Eyes

Mitosis Eyes

Strawberry Eyes

9PM Eyes

Sunflower Eyes

Goat Eyes

Dolce Eyes

Marble Eyes

Teef

Orc Teeth

Feline Fangs

Snaggle Tooth

Bear Trap Teeth

Uxuie's Teeth

Gnarly Teeth

Mileena's Teeth

Monster Teeth [i abuse these on like every other sim]

Paolumu Teeth [the teeth i use on the sims that don't have monster teeth]

Plantsim stuff

Strawberry Hair

Blooming Flowers

Strange Biology

Bark Overlay

Everything by the amazing plantainboat

Prickly Accessory Set

Citrussy Eyes

Mush Accessories

Skins + Overlays

Feline Skins

Intergalactic - Supernatural Overlays

interstellar Set

ssspringroll's edits of pyxiidis' overlays (linked above)

Overlay Mini-pack

Misc Genetics + Accessories

Paolumu Fluff

Power Gems

Mushroom Hat

Feline Claws

Mouth Color Overlay

Presets

Goblin & Elfin Ear Presets

22 Ear Presets

Big Ol' Eyes Presets

Alien/Occult Creators

strangegrapefruit

zaneida

shameless plug for my own cc of course :3

[somerandomdudelmao]

So, Casey's a turtle mutant, and he has obvious links to Leo (skin markings + color), some subtle links to Mikey (Shell design), and a very subtle link to Raph with his fangs.

I wonder though, how long did it take them to notice that he has fangs? And just how much did this…

Hurt to see?

Not to mention that the fangs could probably be written off as a link to Donnie, since spiny softshells bite pretty hard and Casey hasn't had physical contact with Raph's original body in about 10 years.

Raph sees the kid he was basically a dad to, as a turtle, with physical traits of his family, and almost no trace of himself. Casey doesn't remember him, and he resembles Leo more than anyone else. It hurts. But Casey and Leo are so happy, Raph can't ruin that. So he doesn't.

He shows annoyance/exhaustion at the unexpected mutation, and it's more directed towards his brother's tendency for scietific chaos that the actual mutation.

He also seems to avoid Casey until Draxum arrives and is able to "fix" Casey. Leo, Mikey, and Donnie all actively bond with Casey over being a turtle mutant. Raph barely shows up in this episode, and directly interacts with him even less, barely even paying attention when Leo throws Casey at him, and not even fully addressing Casey the whole episode (from what I remember).

Anyway, imagine Raph finding out Casey's mutation was never actually reversed and feeling a bit of pain because Casey wanted to stay a turtle mutant so he would always have a reminder of his family, and still not seeing much of any trace of himself.

Ok, now imagine Casey's fangs getting a bit too big and developing a snaggle tooth.

That's all ok byeee!!

Oooooouuuuh~ A little fact about Casey's mutation - originally, at some point I wanted to make him a snapping turtle instead of a red-eared slider. He had a spiky shell, little claws.... and a tail...also....like...Spiky lil tail....Yes. (Don't ask me why he had it while turtles don't. My concepts don't have logic~)

But then I thought it would be weird...where would he find that kind of dna? So, yeah... It's just the fangs. Maybe if I'm in the mood I'll come back to this topic haha~

Also, I want to add that even though Raph was the first one to adopt Casey, that doesn't make him the only real parent or smth. Leo literally raised that kid for ten years. He didn't take the title of father away from Raph. He joined it. And he was doing a good job of telling Casey about Raph. The only problem was that Leo could only talk about Raph from his own, brotherly point of view.

Casey grew up knowing what Raph was to Leo. And he was too young (and traumatized) to remember what Raph was to Casey.

[acy-arts]

Dragon skeletal anatomical diagram because I love taking on projects I and only I will enjoy. The idea is they evolved from theropod dinosaurs. Don't ask me how a tetrapod developed 6 limbs, I don't have answers for you.

Paleoheads feel free to nitpick any anatomical minutia I might have gotten wrong, I'm so here for it.

Inspired but not strictly following the dragons in the Eragon series.

Footnotes below the cut:

Fig A:

Spent a good while debating how to differentiate the naming for the forelegs and the wings, since they are technically duplicates of the same structure. I settled for "anterior" for the legs and "posterior" for the wings, but I also considered M. for "manus" referring to the legs, and A. for "ala" for the wings. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Dorsal Vertebrae 1-3 do not have dorsal spikes.

9. Dorsal spikes sprout from the spinous process and are surrounded by a kerotenous sheath. They become proportionally taller with age.

13. Anterior scapula is fused to the sternum and forms a ball-and-socket joint with the anterior humerus at the base.

14. Large keeled sternum for the attachment of flight muscles.

22. Posterior scapula is also fused to the sternum but the ball-and-socket joint is at the distal end.

36. The dracoid bone (or false finger) is a unique bone to dragons that I made up. It has a bony core and cartilaginous sheath. Inspired by the pteroid, a bone in pterosaurs, which also supports the wing membrane, but in a different location.

Fig B:

Dragons have anywhere from 46-54 teeth, but will always have 10 premaxillary teeth, four maxillary fangs (two on each side), 8 pre-fang dentary teeth, and 2 dentary fangs. The fangs slot into each other for gripping prey. Teeth are named after the bone they grow out of. Like other theropod dinosaurs, teeth are regrown throughout an individual's life.

1. Cross section of maxillary fang. Fangs are laterally compressed like blades for piercing and shearing off flesh.

4. Dragons have two maxillary fangs, with the first one being larger and visible when the mouth is closed. This "snaggle tooth" gets proportionally longer each time it regrows.

5. All dragon teeth have serrations.

6. Like T-Rex and other theropods, premaxillary teeth (and pre-fang dentary teeth) have a D-shaped cross section for delicately picking flesh from bones. Serrations are on the lateral sides and not anterior-posterior, like the fangs and post-fang teeth.

Fig C:

4. Dragons have proportionally enormous nostrils due to the high oxygen demands of flight.

8. The antoribital fenestra (and other openings in the skull) are very large in dragons to reduce the weight of the skull. This makes flight easier at the expense of bite force. While still capable of a formidable bite, it is no where near the power of a T-rex.

10. Large lacrimal bone gives the dragons their characteristic brows, and provides support for large lacrimal osteoderms.

11. Dragons have proportionally enormous eyes and excellent long-distance binocular vision.

14. Dragons horns are modified growths from the parietal bone, and thus called parietal horns. The supratemporal fenestra (holes most theropods have on the top/back of the skull) in dragons has closed to provide support for the parietal horns.

15. The parietal horn forms a bony core with a kerotenous sheath, much like their dorsal spikes (and goat horns). Grows continuously with age.

Thanks for reading!

[draco-after-dark]

Feral JD au - Brozone designs and concepts

(honestly not much changes from their cannon looks. Except for Branch but that don't happen for a while.)

Bruce's nails are all different colour because he lets his kids choose pick the paint

Shark tooth necklace

Wears his wedding ring on his arm so it don't fall off

Tattoos, right arm has a sibling themed one where the 2nd dot is circled because Bruce is the second oldest. Left arm has small heart tallies, one for each of his kids

Stills wearing the bracelet Brandy made for him when they started dating. (It's yellow and purple because those are their colours!!!)

Surfing scars on his legs from when he first started learning

Has earrings but you can't see them cause HAIR

Booty shorts

Toe claws

Fluffy arms, legs and chest

Wears wristbands because carpel tunnel is a bitch, ancle bands to match with Viva. They flex the drip together

Tongue piercing

Fangs + claws

Mane hair!!! so extra fluffy

What's a hair brush??? Bed head 24/7

Got some scars from the great escape and a chip out of his right ear

Stupid sweater romper (I hate it)

What are legs, mine left

Toe claws like Bruce

Many ear piercings

Fluffy arms + fangs

Hated the white hair at first but it grows on him

Partly shaved head, he wanted a new look

bobtail, wiggle wiggle

Gets the snazzy-est and most sentimental jacket on the planet

RIP Floyd with long tail because of the incident

Pointed pupils

Fluffy legs in winter

Hands got scared up from constructing the bunker years ago

Hair still black at the roots from being grey + colours still faded

Unironically the most like John Dory

Claws + snaggle tooth

Looks like the second oldest rather then the youngest (Big L)

Hug time bracelet from his ✨Girlfriend✨

Leafy vest, patchy pants and earrings

His pupils do the pointed thing when he gets mad

Height chart??? It goes JD, Clay, Bruce, Branch and then Floyd

Tail concepts and colour things

[silcodependent]

Sway Chapter 12 Silco x Fem!Reader 7.9K Words - SFW (Mature)

The days passed in a hurried haze filled with rehearsals, costume fittings, prop building, and rebuilding of the Royale Sweet. It kept you moving nearly to the point of exhaustion. Finally rehearsals had moved into the club that was transforming, growing, changing and taking shape before your very eyes. So too was your show, more grand than anything you had worked on before. You could hardly believe how far you’d come from your first meeting with the band. From the first time you had moved across this stage. From the first time those eyes of fire and ice had captivated yours. 

The slam of the stage door pulled your attention back to the stage you stood on alone. You were the last here for the third night in a row. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you could hardly believe it when both the hour and minute hand stood together in solidarity over the Twelve. Midnight. Your favorite time of day, but it had snuck up on you as you busied yourself with preparations for reopening in two weeks. Tonight you felt every hour you had worked this past week. Time to go home.

Outside closing the beautiful gold filigree doors that had been installed earlier that week, your key twisted in the lock easily as you made sure it was secure. It certainly painted a pretty picture. Through these new front doors Piltover would find adventure and delight unlike anything they’d ever seen. You’d make sure of it.

A loud crash and the accompanying groan interrupted your thoughts. Turning to see the source of such commotion, you spied a pair of feet hanging out of one the gondolas meant to ferry the Pilties into the Undercity in style. That idea looked to be abandoned by the state of them now. And it definitely wasn’t a Piltie at this hour. 

The familiar sound of the groan beckoned you closer for a look.

“Nox?” You inquired from above him, watching his eyes roll in his skull until he found the source of your voice.

He was splayed out on the floor of the gondola, drunk and moaning from his most recent bout with gravity.  He had lost. From the state of things he’d been fumbling around inside this gondola for a while now, too inebriated to figure out how to make it go.

“Irene!” He exclaimed with a start before his body betrayed him and gravity took hold again.

“My angel” He slurred quietly to the floor his face was pressed to. This was the worst you’d seen him by far.

“Having a fun night?” You tried your best to suppress the laughter in your voice. Nox was sweet and he played the part of the jester well. That’s why Silco’s comment had come as such a surprise. What did he see in him that you didn’t? Surely he was wrong--

“A PRODUCTIVE night!” Nox nearly shouted from the dirty diamond plate floor.

“So productive you can’t find your way home?”

Nox didn’t bother answering your question, if he even heard it at all. Instead he muttered to himself as you pulled his feet inside the carriage and closed the door after you. You couldn’t leave him here like this. You at least had to get him to the Undercity Proper where his brothers could find him. They were no doubt already looking. Stepping over Nox, you heaved a sigh and the grubby metal lever that caused the gondola to lurch to life to the sound of metallic screams.

Nox stirred at the sound, pulling himself into a sitting position with tremendous effort. His head lolled back on the seat behind him as he peered at you from beneath sagging eyelids.

“Thanks toots, knew you were sweet on me.” His slurring gave way to a snaggle toothed smile, one that couldn’t help but warm your heart. A glint of gold caught your eye from the right side of his mouth. A gold tooth--no a fang. Well that was certainly new. New and expensive.

“I’m worried about you. Don’t go getting any ideas.” You teased. You couldn’t help but to enjoy Nox, in spite of himself.

“No need to worry, doll. Once I get this formula right everything’s gonna change.” His voice had started to lower as though he was fighting back sleep. The rock of the carriage was soothing as you descended from the still light of the stars on the Promenade into the humming glow of the Undercity that welcomed you. 

“What formula is that? Vodka and whatever else made it into your glass tonight?”

“I’m not drunk.” he said as he shook his head and released a loud belch, further undermining his statement.

“Of course you’re not.”

The buildings, streets, sidewalks and pathways of the Undercity were in various states of disrepair made more obvious by the close proximity of the gondola scraping by. Yet, somehow the neon lights painted them to be stately monuments protruding from the deep valleys of the mines themselves, reaching up towards the sky like twisted bones of fingers long forgotten. The desperate reach of its people.

The carriage came to a sudden halt causing you to swing back and forth uncomfortably before it slowed enough to dismount. You wretched open the gate before turning to Nox and offering your hand. He would need two and all your strength to pull him off the floor. He bumped into you harshly and the momentum knocked you both out of the gondola and on to the path, kicking dirt up in your attempt to hold him steady. Nox gave you a lazy smile that made you roll your eyes. He was slower than usual but not totally vacant. You had seen him drunk a hundred times at the club, but this felt more centered somehow.

The thought of Nox ‘centered’ caused you to snort a laugh that mostly went unnoticed. You draped his left arm over your shoulders in a sad attempt to help stabilize the both of you. However, this was not his read on the situation.

“Trying to get close, doll? You shoulda just said so.” Nox declared turning on what he believed to be smooth charm. In actuality it was little more than drunk delusion.

“How could I do that when you leave me speechless?” You weren’t sure that the feined sweetness and sarcasm could break through the muddle of his mind in this state but you didn’t have to worry about it for long. A call of Nox’s name pulled both of your attention to two figures coming over the hill ahead. With a wave of relief you realized it was Lucas and Gabe. 

“Heyyyyyy!” Nox erupted beside you so loudly you nearly dropped him.

“Nox--” Gabe sighed with exasperation before he was interrupted by his brother.

“Where the hell have you been? You left the lab a mess, a disaster-” Gabe put a hand on Lucas’ shoulder causing him to swallow his rage for the moment.

“Are you alright?” Gabe asked in a focused deliberate voice that confused you. Gabe had always looked after his brothers, took on the role of their leader and keeper but you had never heard him like this.

“I’m grand! I’ve almost cracked it! Too many downers in this batch but if I add in the stim-”

“Enough, Nox.” Gabe cut him off sternly, “Let’s get you home.”

Gabe’s eyes turned to you for the first time during this exchange and his face softened. He seemed tired, something confirmed by exasperated lines that deepened on his face as you handed a muttering Nox off to the caple hands of Lucas, who began roughly pulling him down the street. 

“I didn’t think the Princess came down this far” Lucas uttered under his breath.

“It’s cause she wants me. I told you!” Nox proclaimed proudly to the eyerolls of everyone around him. 

It was a perfect portrait of the Kane brothers. Nox causing both chaos and problems, Lucas responding with his hot temper and barely constrained rage, Gabriel exhausted by caring for both of them, attempting to rein them in while solving the next problem with a cool head. The bond of their love for eachother the only thing holding them together tightly in this unlikely menagerie.

Gabe placed a light hand on your shoulder, “Thank you for looking after him. I doubt he would have made it back this far without you.”

“Definitely not from what I saw.” You joked, causing both of you to chuckle in the quiet of the night. You didn’t know it was ever this quiet in the Undercity. A familiar comfort settled in between the two of you. He withdrew his hand a little slower, a little softer down your arm before giving you a gentle smile.

As Gabriel turned to leave, you called after him, “I was sorry that I didn’t see you at the meeting a couple weeks ago.”

This stopped him in his tracks. He paused for a moment before turning back to you, his lips in a tight line. It was painful seeing him this way.

“Irene-”

You took a step closer wanting to say something but the words never came. Just more pain and the stilted silence of truths unspoken.

“It’s nothing personal. It’s just--”

“Business.” You interrupted, finishing the phrase you knew all too well. Your eyes traced broken lines on the concrete beneath your feet as you searched for the right thing to say. This wounded you in a way you couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps you missed your front row regulars more than you realized. Perhaps you resented other people's actions and alliances destroying the relationships you’d crafted and created with each night of your time here. Both parties were guilty, but at least Silco was trying. From what you could tell, Silco might have been the only one trying.

Gabe heaved a heavy sigh, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Silco-” He started.

“It’s nothing personal.” You interrupted, frustration tickling the edge of your voice, “It’s just business.”

Your eyes met, an equal exchange of frustration and hurt in each. Gabriel silently nodded, turned and disappeared after his brothers without so much as another word.

You thought about your conversation the whole ride back to the promenade. You could have cried, if you cried. But the tears didn’t come anymore, just haunted thoughts of ‘I told you so’ and ‘you knew better’ and a weight in your chest. 

The ache lingered. This is why you had rules. No attachments.

Which made the sight at the top of the platform so bittersweet. Silco.

You’re just happy to see a friendly face, you lied to yourself.

You recomposed your features, tucking in the cracks from tonight's adventures to be dealt with when you were alone with practiced ease. When you could collapse onto your bed under the weight of all this and lick your wounds in private. Now it was time to use the mask you crafted so well.

When the carriage came to a stop you were able to see the slight smile that tugged at the corner of Silco’s lips. His regal countenance at odds with the frame of the gondola you were viewing him from. 

“Midnight ride?”

“It occurs to me that I’ve never taken the gondola into the Undercity before.”

Could Silco see the way these last couple weeks had gotten under your skin?

“And?”

“My life has been changed forever. I don’t know how I survived without it.” You wielded your hollow charm and wit in a meager effort to keep the pain at bay. 

Was it politeness or preparation that kept him from commenting on your crumbling facade? Or perhaps worst of all he was giving you exactly what you wanted, distance. The easy detachment you yearned for from cities past had abandoned you, and you found yourself craving the soothing comfort of hands that truly knew you. But the castle you’ve built inside your heart was made to keep such things away. Perhaps it had done its job too well.

You cast a fleeting glance down the ravine into the undercity as you stepped on the crunch of gravel on the promenade. Gabe’s words replayed in your mind with the familiar pangs that followed them.

“Rough night with Kanes?” 

How?

You turned to him, eyes wide. Did he see you? Such surprise could easily be an overreaction but something about the comment unsettled you. You were only able to stare back into eyes fixed and cold. Not the Silco you were used to. Your mind fumbled for words but the night had taken its toll and though your mouth opened no words came.

“No need to waste a perfectly good lie.” Silco responded to your clumsy speechlessness with an air of authority and a voice filled with soothing certainty. It felt like the stab of a needle in between your ribs.  It felt like thinly veiled spite. And after the night you’d had, it was the last thing you needed.

A harsh sardonic laugh left your lips unbidden before you heard yourself saying, “Why bother?” with a sneer that didn’t hide the vitriol he had brought out in you.

You were usually so well measured, witty, charming, smooth. In control. But tonight there was a crack in your armor that left you equally worried about what would get out as what would get in. Nothing good would come of this.

You brushed past Silco roughly but felt a strong hand catch your wrist before you had even made it two steps. Silco held fast to your arm as he swung you back toward him with enough force to knock you to the ground upon collision. But no fall came, your sharp gasp as you felt a firm hand on your lower back pressing you tightly against him and holding you in place.  

Silco’s face was as unbothered as if you were simply dancing. His eyes washed over your face taking in your alarmed expression. 

“I beg your pardon, that was unspeakably rude of me. I shouldn’t pry. May I?” He spoke low and sweetly in a voice as dark as the deepest waters. Brilliant eyes of fire and water searched your face for an answer but all you were able to manage were short shallow breaths. The press of his long fingers lightened but still held you tightly. This was the closest you’d ever been to Silco.

You should hate it. You should shove him off. Squirm out of his grip. Slap him across the face and tell him where to stick it. But you didn’t. You stayed there, in his arms in perfect stillness, trying to fight the thrill your proximity gave you, but you had so little fight left in you.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t pry.” You replied tursely, unable to meet his eyes.

“But…” You added in a voice so soft you weren’t sure if you had said the word aloud or in your mind.

“But fortunately there’s nothing to pry into.” Heat rose to your cheeks as you felt Silco’s eyes on you, staring into you. It made you flush.

Silco hummed his response, his hands lightly caressing your arm and back. It was soft, and gentle, and warm. And you were so, so tired.

“Are they hurting you?” Silco asked quietly. 

Your eyes jumped to meet his in complete surprise. The intensity you had seen there earlier had returned.

“Who? The Kane Brothers?” You asked, confusion making its way into the tone of your voice. 

Silco nodded, watching your reaction for a tell, for anything you weren’t saying. 

“No! I-I don’t even…” You couldn’t help but look away, searching the ground next to you for the answers you didn’t have.

The smell of leather tickled your nostrils and you felt a smooth gloved finger slide under your chin as Silco turned your face back to his. And you knew instantly when his eyes of fire and ice met yours that he’d found the answer you couldn’t voice. He could see you. Not just read you. It was more than that. It was entirely singular. It terrified you and captivated you. It made you melt. 

You stayed frozen in that moment for what felt like an age. But the small tug at the corners of his lips broke your concentration and you were lost to something else completely. Silco hummed his response, idly nodding his head, his hand still lingering on your jawline. 

The silence that hung in the air between you was desperate to be broken. 

“It’s beautiful at night.” You whispered softly in the small space between your faces. Silco raised a curious eyebrow at you.

“The Undercity,” You clarified, “It’s beautiful at night. I didn’t know it ever got so quiet.”

You watched the warmth in his face grow and spread. First in his eyes, then from his eyes to his lips as his small smile widened into something gentle and warm and rare.

“There’s a lot people don’t know about the Undercity” He replied. 

“Tell me about it?” You asked in earnest. The sincerity took Silco back a bit, both of his eyebrows raising at your request. He finally released you. You were immediately struck by the brisk air around you and missed…

You shook your head at the thought. The spell was broken. The pain from earlier returned but it was lighter now, more manageable. 

Manageable. You nearly laughed. Manageable trouble was now an optimistic look at whatever was between the two of you. But it didn’t escape your notice that Silco was often either the cause or the cure of most of your torment. Sometimes both. 

“Tell you? What do you want to know?” Silco looked at you quizzically but there was a small smile tucked into the corners of his lips. A smile so small it would be easy to miss it if you weren’t looking. But that was the trouble, you couldn’t stop looking. 

You held each other's gaze for a long moment, painted in the neon light from the undercity below and the white of the street lights above. Like you were standing on the edge of something big, but you could only see a few feet in front of you. You could only see each other. You could only see him.

“Walk me home.” It was both a command and a question.

His eyes evaluated you again before giving you a single nod and offering you his arm. An unnatural silence accompanied your first steps, feeling each other's presence pressing closely in on one another. You both were dancing on the precipice of an inaudible vulnerability. An understanding that could be measured in each of your breaths, in your steps, in your gait, in the way your hand twisted in his arm, in the way his muscles tensed against your fingers. The silence of yearning. The nervous quiet that signaled the beginning of something. A quiet unquiet. 

The crunch of gravel beneath your feet turned to the soft clacks of hard soled shoes on the pavement as you made your way toward your apartment.

“What’s your favorite part of the Undercity? Where’s your favorite place to go?” You resumed tenderly, turning to see his reaction as you continued on. His face was as serene as ever, even with the scars and lidless eye closest to you. He smirked in response to such a question, pulling at the scars and the skin around it.

“Those are two different questions” He responded, his eyes languidly catching yours.

“Fine. Where’s your favorite place to go?” You repeated, your smile creeping helplessly back into your voice.

Silco was quiet, so much so that you started to think that perhaps he hadn’t heard you.

“The Cannery.” He muttered, as if he had a distaste of talking about himself. 

“It used to be, anyhow. Before…” He trailed off, eyes tracing the rooftops below as you continued your walk.

“What happened to it?” you asked, breaking his reverie. His eyes snapped back to yours, appraising you again. Deciding how much of himself to share.

“It was destroyed. Blown up.” This time his eyes did not meet yours.

“That’s awful. It’s terrible to lose something you love.” Your heart seemed to break for Silco every time you learned more about him. He hummed his agreement beside you.

“I like to think that I gained more than I lost that day.” He reassured you, the orange of his affected eye swirling brighter with this comment.

“By the docks, underneath all that rumble, there’s a window that looks into the water. Hundreds of feet below the surface, you can see an entire world that no one knows is there. Life, flora and fauna, the most exquisite creatures with power and strength most humans will never understand, existing idly and almost completely unknown. It was beautiful.” Silco’s passion painted a picture that took your breath away, leaving you to wonder if it was the art or the artist that truly moved you.

“And it’s gone now?”

“Only my access to it. That world under water still exists, even when we can’t observe it. Like many worlds, it lives and thrives independently from those around it. Co-existing with us in the place we fish, and pull our boats in, and dump our toxins. ”

It was a dumb question you regretted immediately but his answer made you wonder if you were still talking about the Cannery. 

“That sounds like a metaphor.” You replied.

This made him smile.

“Clever girl.” He retorted. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks and you hoped the dark of night was enough to conceal it.

“You asked what my favorite part of the Undercity was. It’s Zaun.”

“Zaun?”  That was familiar. You had heard that name before, once before. Collapsing balconies and white marble stained with soot flashed before your eyes. That day in the dilapidated theatre when you first heard him speak of revolution and its cost, that’s where you heard it. 

“What you, Piltover, and the rest of the world call the ‘Undercity’. I call it the nation of Zaun. Where others see slums and crime and poverty, I see our people. A people that is strong, determined, passionate in spite of the indignities they have suffered at the hands of the ruling class who have no idea what it takes to survive outside their little bubble of protection and privilege. I see innovation in the face of hardship, challenges, and defeat. A true testament to the grit of the soul with each person you pass on the street. I see a nation of people that have thrived under adversity and would reach unforetold heights if Piltover would remove its foot from our neck. If we were free. The free nation of Zaun. Everything I do is in service of that fight. A dream I once shared with many others.” Silco slowed to look out over the neon city below, the nation he was fighting for.

In it contained multitudes you had never experienced, lives you would never know. Hardship was no stranger to you but not like this. Not like the picture he brought to life with his words that left you breathless and in awe. It was rare that you were left speechless but Silco found a way to weave his words under your skin and into your lungs, stealing away all the oxygen it found there. He had made it a habit. He made it look effortless. 

You stood there for a moment in the silence, staring down at the buildings in various states of disrepair piercing through the cloud of smog and haze set a glow from the lights below. You wondered what he saw as he gazed down at the same sight. Was it hope? Hope in a place like this?

The impossible, surviving against all odds. There was an unspeakable beauty to it all.

“A dream you once shared?” You repeated curiously, knowing exactly what it meant but not why. Another flash of young Silco facing off with Enforcers on the bridge plagued your imagination and ripped at something inside of you.

“Once, a long time ago. Before Piltover beat its people back into their place with no concern for the lives they took. The lives they ruined. For their people. Many found the price of our freedom too high a cost. They were unwilling to keep fighting to pay it, knowing it would come at personal sacrifice. The blood toll would be theirs or the ones they loved. So many gave up the fight for a better future, for their humanity-- for the relative safety of their own enslavement.” He sighed heavily, eyes still cast over his nation Zaun, a twinge of pain hidden beneath the surface.

You were no longer looking out at the view below. You were looking at him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“But not you?” You inquired, the reverence in your tone communicated more than how impressed you were at his resolve.

“Not me.” He replied with the hint of a smile tucked into the corners of his lips. He finally pulled his gaze away from Zaun, turning those orbs of fire and ice on you.

It struck you all at once. Why you found his eyes so captivating. They were just like him. The metaphor of Silco’s duality made flesh. The passion, the pain, the scars, the price. And the frigid waters, elegant, and unpredictable. One of his eyes permanently open to the truth of this world, the other heavily lidded with the weight of the hard and cold. It made perfect sense now. What you saw reflected there was undeniably him.

“For better or for worse, I never gave up that fight and I don’t intend to. I also realized what our freedom would cost, sacrifice. It would require getting your hands dirty. It would require blood. The things we do in service of a better tomorrow demand destruction and make monsters out of us all. But there is no freedom, no future without those who are willing to pay that price. Regardless of how much they hate you for it.” He continued on as you resumed your walk, this time at a more languid pace.

The Kane brothers. 

Could that be who he meant? Is that what Gabrial had opened his mouth to tell, maybe even warn, you about? You had never heard about the hatred Silco talked about, but you were all too familiar with his reputation. Perhaps fear and hate were not too far apart.

 “So that’s why the Kane brothers hate you?” You asked, in spite of your better judgment. 

“Perhaps,” Silco chuckled at this. “They are seeking prosperity, a better life for themselves but they fail to see the big picture. Naturally, anything that poses a threat, or hindrance rather, to the work I’m doing to create a better future can’t be allowed to continue.”

“I fail to see how they are a thr--hindrance”, you corrected yourself. 

“Do you know what they are making?”

“No,” Your brow furrowed at this question. You had heard snippets of it here and there, mostly in the form hardly coherent rambling from Nox.

Silco hummed his response but didn’t elaborate.

“How I plan to attain my goals may be unorthodox, but there is method in my madness.” He added cavalierly. “I’ll leave it at that to maintain your neutrality.” 

His tone undercut his sentiment but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“What a gentleman.” Your feigned sweetness was met with a dark chuckle.

“I’ve extended them far more kindness and courtesy than I’m accustomed to. Far more than they deserve. You think that would mean something. Ungrateful children.” Silco muttered under his breath, talking more to himself than to you. You even caught a glimpse of an eyeroll out of the corner of your eye.

It wasn’t like Silco to hold back, or tolerate any kind competition. You had heard one disturbing rumor after another about what Silco was willing to do to accomplish his ‘goals’.  But surely those must be exaggerations. Why else would the Kane Brothers still be operating whatever business they had? Why else would they still be alive?

The last thought forced you to swallow thickly. Silco’s arm was warm wrapped neatly around yours. It was hard to imagine that this enchanting man was the most feared person in the Undercity. It was hard to imagine that he was dangerous. But perhaps that was another trick of his. You knew he was, even if moments like this made you doubt yourself. Rumors aside, you had seen it in small flashes in the expression on his face, or in his eyes. Hell, in the way he grabbed you tonight. That sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Cold?” He looked at you slyly out of the corner of his eye. Did he know? 

No. How could he know? Impossible.

“Perhaps just a little”, You replied sheepishly. A deflection.

The outline of a light smirk settled into the lines on Silco’s face as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer into him. You couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped you, you just prayed that Silco didn’t hear it. If he had, he made no move to tease you for it. This certainly wasn’t what you had in mind. For the second time tonight you found yourself wrapped tightly in Silcos’ arms. This should make you panic. This should make you squirm. But you didn’t. All you could think about was how warm he was against you and how delightful the light smell of his cologne musk was. Unbidden you laid your head on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. That was the problem, it was natural.

“Why have you given the Kane Brothers so many chances if they are such problems for you?” It was a question you had been considering for sometime before tonight.

Silco’s eyes cast an amused look down at you as his smirk grew. Was the answer that obvious? Were you missing something?

“Is that a trick question?” 

“No…” Your brows furrowed in response. He admitted it was out of character for him. Perhaps you had overstepped? No that couldn’t be it. 

You crossed the street closing the distance between you and your apartment building with every step. Your window was closing. The answer to this question would come now or never.

Lifting your head you gave him a look that conveyed how truly lost you were. Silco let out a heavy sigh.

“I have allowed the Kane’s to continue because you are fond of them and want neutrality in your club. I don’t want any action to jeopardize that on my part.” His tone was flat and nearly exasperated. He didn’t even look at you as he said it.

For you?

For you?

Inside your chest, you feel your heart skip a beat, mouth hung open in silence. Speechless again. You were only feet from your door now and still words refused to come to you.

“I--” lips moving in a desperate attempt to say something, but still nothing came.

Silco loosened his hold on you as you approached the side of the building, tucking into the alleyway.  

No, no, no. You wanted his arm back. You wanted to think of the right thing to say. You wanted more time. 

He turned to you in silence. This is where you said goodnight. The panic swelled inside of you as you searched his eyes for the words to capture your thoughts and feelings.

“W-what? Me?” Was all you were able to come up with. Silco must have found your struggle entertaining because took pity on you.

“There are other reasons. Gabriel and I have personal history. But the only one that gave pause was the effect it might have on you.” His eyes cast curiously down on you. There was an unspoken question in his words.

“Thank you. I’m not involved with the Kane Brothers outside of the club but it’s kind of you to consider me at all.” 

Silco simply nodded before placing his hand against the wall behind you to lean on.

“Of course not,” He bent his head down to you, nearly whispering in your ear, “No attachments”.

His voice was dark and stirring. The closeness of his body a tease as he caged you in with long, sturdy arms. Silco washed away your resolve bit by bit every time your eyes met. Would there be any left by the time you stumbled back into your apartment?

“It’s never been this hard.” The words slide from your lips before you know that you’ve said them.

Silco’s eyes pressed into you intently, searching, excavating some hidden truth. More noticeably, they were glowing. You were pulled from that thought at the soft sensation of gloved leather on your jaw. It was warm. 

His hands suited him perfectly; long, lean, powerful, as you had found out tonight when he was able to pull you into him by the wrist alone. But you’d be lying if you said this was the first time you had thought about his hands. Since that first night at the club when he traced abstract shapes on your skin with the lightest of touch, you’d been curious about what more they could do. Your eyes fluttered closed at the thought, giving into the gentle caress on your face. 

It felt divine. No. It felt forbidden. It felt like there was a string inside of you pulling and pulling and you were doing your best to push all your weight against it. Not to be pulled off your feet. Not to be dragged.

“And why is that, I wonder?” His words snap you back to reality. You can’t look at him, though you can feel the heat from his unblinking gaze tickle the skin of your cheek. Those eyes, fire and fury, dissecting you; each look another slice of his scalpel until you were laid bare before him, helpless but to squirm under the horrifying ordeal of being seen. 

And yet…

There was a stillness, a steadiness, to him that was hypnotizing. Silco wanted more of you, of that much you were sure. But to what end? Was this the way the spider ensnared the fly?

“I’ve always…I’ve never put down roots completely. I’ve never had a home before”, You gave your answer to the lapels of his coat. Easier, safer, than returning whatever look he was giving that caused goosebumps to appear on your neck.

“Even before…you chose this line of work?” Silco chose his words even more carefully than usual.

“Yes, even when I spent almost all my time fully clothed” Your smile and easy manner at such a question won you a laugh that felt like a symphony. It mercifully broke the tension and you were finally able to meet Silco’s eyes.

They were warm and gentle. 

Somewhere in your mind you knew how wrong that should feel. How strange. How impossible. But instead it felt right. You knew exactly who and what Silco was, but not with you. Just like you knew exactly who and what you were with everyone else. But between the two of you there was no denying the natural ease of it all.

“My family traveled constantly for work. I’m not sure we ever had a house, but perhaps I was just too young to remember. And after--” You swallowed around the painful memory.

“Then I lived with my guardian. I had a room there but it was never a home. He immediately sent me off to boarding school, so I only spent a couple of months there out of the year anyhow. Then I graduated and--”

“Moved to Volitord, where you met Remy.” Silco finished your sentence for you. Even in this abbreviated version there were parts of this story that were hard to tell.  Silco saw that and swiftly moved you through your own minefields.

“It was easier then. When you moved on so quickly there was little to get attached to.”

“Even in Volitord?” Your eyes snapped to Silco’s, panic beginning to rise in you. 

Perhaps Silco knew more about you than he let on. How much more?

The danger of this situation came rushing back to you.

“Volitord was a mistake,” You blurted out harsher than you meant to. You forced a deep breath before you continued in a more even tone, “There were mistakes I made during my time there that I will not allow myself to make again.”

Silco studied your reaction, unflinching in spite of your small outburst. 

“Your rules,” He hummed idly. You truly were something on a slab for him to pull apart piece by piece for his own understanding. You were going to be sick.

“Yes-” You went to move towards the door but Silco didn’t give an inch keeping you in his cage.

“What makes the Undercity different?”

Was this some sort of standoff? The brick bit into your back as you pressed against it to get a good look at Silco. Silco, who was capable of being alluring, charming, warm, and terrifying all within the same breath. Even with his touch vanished, he had you locked in place, but for what? 

Silco inclined his head at your silence. Had you imagined that warmth or had it actually disappeared that quickly? You closed your eyes and rested your head against the wall behind you. He wasn’t going to let you go without an answer.

“A lot of things”, the desire to lie was strong, but what was the point?

“Everything about this place is different.” You whispered breathlessly into the night. The returning warmth on your cheek caused your eyes to flutter open. Silco was still studying you intently, but now his thumb caressed your cheek bone. You hated the way it made you melt inside. Gods, he was scary.

“Remy told me that you lived in Volitord for a couple of years before he met you.”

Remy. Of course it was Remy. Hell they might have had this conversation before you had ever met Silco. Still, something in you felt that this was not the whole truth. But you were overreacting. Utterly paranoid. Probably because he caused you to let your guard down so much. So easily. 

“I’m sorry to hear that you had to spend so much time in a place that held nothing for you.” The tone of his voice was gentle but still you couldn’t look at him. The tops of your ears were pink with embarrassment. 

“But I’m glad to know that Zaun, the Undercity, is different. Despite the challenges it may cause to your rules.” The hint of smile in his voice was confirmed as your eyes met his. Captivating. 

“The company is certainly better,” You returned his smile with your own, his hand still blessedly warm on your cheek.

“Did you grow up here?” You asked as your heart rate settled from your previous conversation. 

Silco nodded, “My whole life has taken place in these streets.” 

A concept entirely foreign to you. How could you ask a question about something you couldn’t begin to understand? If only that quelled your curiosity. 

“You get to know people when you spend your whole life in one place. Most of the people of the Undercity don’t have a choice. Poverty keeps them there.”

Of course. You silently cursed yourself for not seeing it sooner. Privilege had blinded you to the notion that many people could barely make ends meet with the way Piltover hoarded all their resources, let alone escape to a better life. Or even a nicer part of town. How ignorant.

“That’s how I met Gabriel.” Silco added causally. That broke you from your stupor. The wide eye stare you gave him must have asked the question you had in your head because Silco went on.

“We both worked in the mines together. A place no one would go unless they absolutely have to. Most people found work there. There weren’t many options. There wasn’t much of a choice.”

Silco didn’t mean for that last part to sting but you felt the sharpness of your own stupidity stab at you.

“He was just a kid when started working there. A child. You’re more likely to find kids in the mines than in a classroom here, it’s disgraceful. The danger alone-- None of us should have been there at the age we were. We were all too young, but Gabe--” He shook his head and sighed.

“He could barely lift a pickaxe. I had to steal towels from the resource room just so we could pad his helmet enough to keep it out of his eyes.”

He called him Gabe. The images of a young Silco and child Gabriel overtook you. Every time he let slip something about his past, you felt another sliver of your heart shatter. Now, to know they were friends. That Silco looked out for Gabe. 

“What happened?” You could scarcely believe the sound of your voice as your thought escaped your lips.

“Time mostly. I left the mines to work on a free Zaun. He didn’t. He stayed. He had two brothers to look after. Our paths parted. By the time they came together again Gabriel had his hands in a bit of everything, desperate to find an endeavor that kept his brothers fed and out of the same dangers he was forced into.”

“But--Why--?” The question hung in the air despite your inability to complete it.

“Why didn’t he work for me?”

You nodded weakly. This story, this night, this man had truly taken it out of you.

“I did offer him a job after I took the Underground. But he declined. I suspect it has something to do with the deadweight he insists on toting around everywhere he goes.”  Silco didn’t elaborate. He didn’t need to. Nox and Lucas. 

The more you considered it, the more you realized how right Silco was. You hated to admit it but Gabriel was the only one of them with any real potential. Lucas was a hard enough worker and certainly strong enough to make a name for himself in the mines, but not anywhere else. Nox was a fuck up from start to finish, loveable as he may be. If his brothers hadn’t kept such a close eye on him he would have ended up in Stillwater or worse by now. They each had endearing qualities you had enjoyed but Gabriel was the only one that was employable. The idea of Nox as one of Silco’s goons nearly made you laugh. He wouldn’t last the week. He might not live through the week. 

That thought stole the laughter from your throat. Silco was dangerous and he didn’t tolerate nonsense. The details he had given you tonight painted a portrait completed now by the flushing hues and shadows of his relationship to the Kanes. 

“But Gabriel’s latest endeavor,” Silco continued, “could have grievous effects on the Undercity. On the cause. That’s not a risk I’m willing to take.”

His eyes regarded yours meaningfully in an apology he would never make. I’m sorry for what I might have to do.

“I am fond of them,” You stated, finally finding your voice. “I have enjoyed them in my club. They have always treated me well, they are great audience members, and I find them amusing. I wish to see no ill come to them. But that is where my investment, my attachment to them ends.”

“Hmm, if not them-- then what are all these rule breaking attachments you’ve alluded to tonight? I wonder…” 

Oh he knew damn well. How you wished you hated him for it. The spark ignited again and the dance continues.

“It’s never been this hard…” He quotes your word back to you. Bastard.

“It must be the climate,” You tease in response to him toying with you, “The weather here is just so temperate, who wouldn’t get attached?” You smile sharply. Two could play this game.

“Somehow I doubt that” he said with a light chuckle. “It’s the creativity.”

The creativity. Gods he was right. Your days and nights spent working on your shows flashed before your eyes. The hours you spent with Remy designing the club, creating the business plan. That very first night where you had converted first timers into believers, then into full time members of your congregation. Your ability to create something here, something entirely your own gave you the attachment you had so feared. Your head was the last to get the memo, as your heart had begun weeks ago, perhaps with the first time you witnessed that volcanic eye and its power to see right through you. 

“It’s the creativity,” You nodded. “I’ve created something here, something singular, given it life, given it my blood and watched it flourish. And the Undercity gave me the opportunity to do so. Me and its people have watered and cared for my creation and now it’s grown roots. And I’m so grateful.”

Silco’s gaze softened by the smallest fraction at your words, struck by the sentiment. 

There was an understanding. An understanding between the city’s most unknowable. Could it be?

His hand still held your face and it took everything in you not to give into his touch. Your hand flexed at your side. You wanted to reach for him. To trace the scars on his face with your fingers. Feel his warmth and the softness of his perfectly kept hair. But you knew where that would lead. Images of your touch on his face gave way to his lips on yours. To your back pressed against the biting brick of the building. The two of you moving together in the darkness of an alley over the Undercity. Tawdry and desperate and beautiful.

A temptation you had to resist with your entire being. You had broken enough of your rules to know that trouble was already close at hand without courting it.

Your eyes fluttered open to find his dual color eyes set on you with placid interest. Where would this lead?

Where could this lead?

“Thank you.” you exhaled gently, raising your hand to his to remove it. But not before another urge overtook you. 

Your lips pressed a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist with all the tenderness of this night together. Your eyes flickered to his as he took you in. Your lips igniting something burning tightly behind his eyes as he regarded you curiously as you lowered his hand away from your face.

“I appreciate your respect for my neutrality. And my rules.”

That earned you a dark chuckle. Silco sized you up as he took a step back, giving you enough space to escape.

“And for walking me home. This has been lovely.” You couldn’t fight the sweetness in your eyes as you took in Silco’s lithe form before you. 

He hummed his agreement without sparing a word. Your eyes locked on one another. Both wanting more.

“But now all I can think about is getting in my bed,” Your excuse made.

“Funny,” he retorted, looking you up and down, “That’s all I’m thinking about too.”

Heat rose to your face and spread across your chest as your breath hitched in your lungs. You caught his meaning, alright. And you couldn’t resist the smile that splayed itself from one side of your face to the other. Flirt.

Laughter escaped your lips as you shook your head, beginning toward the door of your building pausing only to whisper sweetly into Silco’s ear as you passed by.

“Well in that case, sweet dreams.” 

[bowserbowser29]

Fang has one of my favorite designs in the series (even if he's a bitch to draw)

But I feel like he's canonically considered ugly by the the other characters.

Something about his huge snout and one big snaggle tooth gives me the vibe of someone who's fugly within the Sonic universe, and I find that really damn funny.

[chaosbutautism]

THE UPCOMING IDV SURVIVOR IS SO COOL!!!!

First of all: Florian Brand…for a firefighter… Brand is the Dutch word for fire…and he’s a firefighter. That’s stupidly funny to me! Like, no way they didn’t do that on purpose. I hope he’s Dutch, the only Duth-adjacent characters we have are Servais who is from Belgium (which, ew, Flemish/j) and Margaretha who is based on a Dutch dancer.

Also, HE HAS FANGS OMG!!!! I love irregular teeth in both characters and irl so much. Freddy’s buck teeth, Luca’s snaggle tooth and now Florian’s fangs! I just think his design is so cool. The bandages are a neat detail, I wonder what happened. Zeez Vov Gee theorized that he might be missing an eye like Matthias, which is an interesting theory! If the way he is tightly and liberally wrapped indicates anything, it’s probably pretty bad. I love the firefighter uniform, the colors are very nice.

‘Fire investigator’ is a very weird title. According to Wikipedia, it is an actual job, but it doesn’t really give a reason for him to have a hose. Fire investigators just go around the place, looking for rests of either faulty equipment (the most common cause of fires) or tampering.

You know what would be so funny? If he either 1: could propel himself into the air with the water for a short time, but instead of orderly like Charles he just waves around like those inflatable tube men; or that he’s just able to spray the hunter with water. Imagine seeing a hunter just getting blasted away by a spray of it, it would be so fricking fun hilarious to see.

I like the messy hair. They’re slightly overdoing the bed head, especially after Charles came in with his adorably fluffy hair, but it’s cute nonetheless. It probably gets tousled from the hard work and it’s so light that you could see the ash in it after the fire got doused.

Even with his injury, he looks really excited to be doing his job! I can’t wait to see his character trailer so we can see more of his personality. I read his introduction post, which described his as serious, but he doesn’t seem like it from his poster. Odd. He was also describes as young, so maybe we’re getting another ‘minor’ (under the age of 21, so unable to drink alcohol according to Chinese law.).

Alright, I think that’s enough rambling for now. There’s a big chance another long ramble post will be produced once his character trailer comes out though!

[coldslaws]

Actually before I go to bed cuz it's 2 AM I just wanted to say a small headcanon I got that I just remembered I had

Because you draw Benga (and sometimes Alder) with sharp teeth that stick out every now and then depending on the scene I like to imagine they have snaggle teeth. I'm 100% projecting because I have snaggle teeth on both my top canines and when I smile it causes them to poke out onto my bottom lip, so I like to imagine they have the same lol

- 💌

AWWW i like it!!! canon now :∆ honestly i love drawing characters with little fangs for whatever reason. n, benga, alder, piers, the subway boys, lance, ryuki, paulo, and volo all tend to have them semi consistently in my art. im sure i forgot some and there's probably more

heres some older art i dont think i posted before where it kinda does look like benga has a snaggle tooth. also semi related to our previous convo because bn is here (hi bn)

[yuurei20]

How is the English version of Twisted Wonderland Different? (Cater)

In Cater's labwear vignette he explains that he has "make it cute" burned into his brain due to the influence of his overbearing older sisters. 

One of the ways this manifests is how he is often describing the people and things around him as "cute." 

This character trait comes up on both servers, but not as often in the English-language adaptation where it is sometimes rewritten or removed.

Cater is portrayed as something as a flirt from early on in Book 1 when Trey has to tell him to calm down.

This trait carries over into a vignette where Cater talks about how Epel must have a beautiful older sister ("If not, he always has a mother"), which was removed from EN.

Also removed from the English-language adaptation of the game was Cater's line about wanting to date Vil, and Vil responding that he is too expensive for Cater to afford.

Original Cater: For a moment there I think I even wanted to date you ♪

EN Cater: Is this even real? Am I dreaming?

Original Vil: Yes, yes. That's a lot more expensive than the cost of a single photo, so prepare yourself.

EN Vil: Yes, yes. You should feel lucky there is no price for dreaming of me.

Original Cater: Don't I know it. I bet there is a lot of time and money involved in preparing even a single gift when you're dating Vil-kun.

EN Cater: Don't I know it.

Original VIl: If you're not prepared for that, then stop with being ridiculous and take your seat.

EN Vil: And since you could never hope to afford taking a photograph with me, stop with your jokes and take your seat.

English-language-Cater can be rather curt with Trey, calling him a nerd and telling him to stop nagging, but these are both lines that don't exist in his original dialogue and were invented for the English-speaking audience. 

While he does call Trey a “demon vice housewarden” and a “black-hearted brute” in the original game, he does not tell Trey that he is “no better than Riddle,” which was an addition to his English-language dialogue.

Cater expressing concern for a post-blot Riddle in Book 2 was changed to "Don't be a hero, man!" on EN.

Cater reprimands Trey in Book 1 for hiding the fact that he had independently discovered Cater's dislike of sweet food, as Trey hiding his thoughts was such a big contributor to Riddle's overblot.

On EN this was changed to Cater reprimanding himself, instead.

Honorable Mention: Cater's siblings changing from two older sisters to zero.

This has since been corrected on EN.

What the English-language game has changed to “teeth,” was originally "yaeba," which means, “snaggle tooth.”

It is mentioned in the game guide that “Cater is a yaeba character,” which is why it might sometimes look like he has a fang.

There is a lot of room for misunderstanding in a game where fanged characters tend to label someone as fae or a beast-person, and I have been asked before if there is secret JP-server information where we learn that Cater isn’t human, be cause of card art where he seems to have fanged teeth. But he doesn’t!

That is possibly why this line is here (in the original game): in order to clear up that misunderstanding.

In an EN-server dorm uniform homescreen line, Cater says “I should start wearing our dorm uniform”.

This is the opposite of what he is actually saying, which is that the player is the one who should wear the uniform. While it might have been intentional, it is also a pretty easy mistake to make.

This is because, most of the time in Japanese, we don’t use subject pronouns at all.

Here is a breakdown of what Cater is literally saying:

There is no “I’ or “you” at all―this is very common in Japanese. Everything is communicated through context.

So how do we know that the English translation changed the subject pronoun if there isn’t one to change?

Because of the the verb form! He is specifically saying “着てみる?” (kite-miru) as in “try wearing something never worn before, for the first time?” The form of the verb “みる” being posed as a question, in particular, is what tells us that this about the person he’s speaking to rather than himself.

This verb flexibility is a large part of why pronouns and subjects often get dropped from natural conversation, for being unnecessary.

There is also “かも”(kamo), for maybe/possibly/etc, which is the last word after “look good” in the second sentence of his actual line but was moved to the start of his first sentence on EN.

The same words have been put in a different order, completely changing the meaning.

(“kamo” in this context is the short, informal form of “kamoshirenai”, which itself is the less short, informal form of “kamoshiremasen”, for the curious ♪ (it also means ‘duck’. How do we know Cater isn’t talking about ducks? Context!))

[kidsnextdoor-doodles]

Aside from Herbie's partial heterochromia, do you headcanon any other physical conditions, mutations or disabilities with the Moonbase Crew?

Aaaaa!! Okay so;

Canon stuff out of the way; Patton has a cleft chin, Herbie has a double chin, glasses, overbite, and braces, and Fanny has freckles (though I imagine her with a lot more than she has in canon jgnjf)

Rachel has a lot of moles on her body, three specifically on her face.

Rachel also starts getting major eye bags once she becomes supreme leader. Even after becoming a teen she has an awful sleep schedule so there’s no chance she’d be able to get rid of them as an adult.

Fanny starts developing lines around her eyes as a late teen, and has noticeable crows feet by the time she’s in her midlife.

I’ve given all four of them heterochromia because I love colouring heterochromia and I think it looks cool (It started with just Fanny, than I gave it to Rachel, then I said ‘fuck it’s and gave it to Patton and Herbie as well)! Both Patton and Herbie have partial heterochromia in one eye each. Patton has green eyes and the top half of his right eye is blue, and Herbie has purple eyes and the top half of his left eye is red (in a more realistic world, it would probably be blue and a reddish brown). Rachel has partial heterochromia in both her eyes, in which the top half of them are brown and the bottom half are a deep purple (again, more realisticly it would most likely be dark blue.) Fanny has complete heterochromia; her right eye is green and her left is orange (again again, would realistically be a light brown).

Herbie had disastrously crooked teeth, like painfully so, which is why he has braces now.

Patton has a fractured tooth, which happened during his cadet training. His parents have tried to convince him to get a fake tooth but he refuses.

Rachel has a tooth gap that started out small but got wider over time. She absolutely hated it when she was younger and beg her parents to take her to get it ‘fixed’ but they never did (mostly because her dad also has a tooth gap and he was offended she hated it so much). Eventually she ‘got over it’, but she still doesn’t like people giving attention to it.

Fanny has ‘fangs’, which are just her slightly sharper canines protruding irregularly (snaggle-tooth). Fanny doesn’t really care much about her appearance so she’s never thought about getting them fixed. The only time the idea crossed her mind was when her mother raised concerns about possible dental hygiene issues, but ultimately neither of her parents thought it was a big enough deal to get them fixed.

Rachel is a tad bit underweight, because she grew up with only one proper meal a day and now as supreme leader she has the habit of skipping meals entirely unless she’s eating with friends.

Patton went through some early puberty. The most noticeable side effect was his voice getting deeper and growing side burns.

Herbie’s body in general is just, a bit of a struggle for him. He has a poor immune system so he gets sick realky easily (which is why he avoids doing field missions and prefers working behind a screen). His growth has also been stunted because of said tendencies to be sick and a lack of a nutritional diet (single dad who does NOT know how to take care of a kid!! But he’s trying… not well but still trying).

Both Fanny and Patton get injured regularly, which will definitely cause problems for them in the future.

Patton starts suffering hearing loss in one ear during his late teens/early adulthood, and ends up with a hearing aid.

Rachel needs glasses. She didn’t wear them at all as a kid because her vision issues were not major enough for people to really notice, but she’d start wearing reading glasses as a teen because her eyes got worse. And then her eyes would get even worse so she’d wear glasses regularly as an adult, though she’d prefer wearing contact lenses.

Patton has asthma and thinks it’s SUPER embarrassing and tried to hide it when he joined the KND. Obviously he couldn’t keep it hidden for long, but in present times the only people who know are the rest of the mooncrew.

Fanny is allergic to penicillin (this has no reasoning it’s just pure projection LMAO)

[standsinthecorner]

just realized the most atrocious thing in the car a few minuets ago- context: i have a snaggle tooth. technically i have three! two on the top and one small on the bottom, purely just bc my jaw is supper small so when my adult teeth grew in they just. didnt fit lmao. and being insecure about your teeth is an unfortunately very common thing due to unrealistic beauty standards, especially when ur a teenager seeing media w stereotypes about nerdy kids with braces and shit and teens are brutal. etc etc relatively normal things to be insecure about when you're 15

but just now in the car i realized. when i was a teenager, i was so insecure about my teeth that i would doctor my smile when around most people to not show my lil fangs. i would make sure to not smile too much so that my snaggle teeth wouldn't pop out from below my lips. i would actively suppress my bodies natural expression to joy and happiness because i thought i would be teased and made fun of for something that was completely normal. and where did i even learn that from? media, adults, other kids, just. society. why does the society we live in teach people to be insecure about something that it totally normal to the point where they actively suppress their normal expressions of joy and happiness just to conform to a shitty definition of normality and, in this specific case, beauty. wtf

and i know this isnt like. a shocking revelation. im a nihilist and a pesimist and i tend to think the worst of society but like. wtf man. wtf :C

idk if anyone else also needs to hear this and idgaf what society says is normal, your joy is beautiful and your happiness is a blessing to this world. smile and laugh and shriek and snort and yell and shout and do whatever you gotta do to express your joy and happiness. you are beautiful and so is your joy and glee and happiness \o/

[dyad-of-fate]

Are Thorne and Kestrel's character designs done yet?

You have... no idea how hard this made us laugh, thank you X'D

And for the most part Kestrel is done, yes~ The only thing left for them is a few tattoos, and those will just evolve as I get to them. But since these are on Kestrel's back (most likely), I'm just calling them done. Really the only big thing I want to draw is Kestrel with their hair down but I know what that looks like.

Now Thorne's design may just continue to evolve and change until we get further in the story- or maybe it will just have small changes until we actually finish haha. But this is the most up to date version and there are key features that are locked in place: long and lanky, delicate, lil snaggle tooth fang poking from his mouth, monochrome pallet with dark skin, kinky-curly hair, heterochromia with one dark eye and a light eye, and freckles. His patterning may change a few more times, tattoos are a hope but those aren't designed, we knoe he has a few accessories but not sure what exactly yet, he has family scarification (cultural thing) but those aren't designed yet- we want to do our research and make sure we don't use a real culture's practices incorrectly... but yeah! Yarne is pleased with what his face and body type looks like. And he actually looks like his mom and dad's kid now, so that's a nice bonus.

Here, enjoy their canon height difference. For context, Kestrel's about 6 feet tall (183 cm). Which means their dog half is about the size of a large pony. Thorne's actually not terribly short for a wolf :)

Oh I guess that one thing will be redrawn on Kestrel, now that I'm looking at this. That shirt is not in line with the fashion of the Wall, so they probably wouldn't wear that unless they made it... overall fashion in story is more like 1920's meets 1940's - 50's era (from various places around the world). Clothing design isn't a strong suit though, so I just draw them in whatever my heart desires at the time XD

Thorne's jacket is canon though, it's his dad's old coat.

[originemesis]

@chasingrainbcws xxx

If only her Dad was willing to handle these meetings; she could hear his anxiously cheery voice between her ears like a buzzing fly. You've got this, apple pie ! Gotta learn to wheel and deal with Heaven if you want the green light on your hotel, right ? ...She has a sneaking suspicion that in reality, he simply doesn't want to deal with Adam... and while she can't blame him, it does put her in the agonizing position of gritting her teeth through his obnoxious company and fighting fang and claw for even an inch of ground on the ever-controversial subject of the Exterminations. His newest proposal --- which she had read, dammit ! --- was his worst yet ! Did he seriously expect her to willingly permit him to expand the Exterminations to not only the Sinners in the Pride ring, but the Hellborn in the other rings, too ?! Thin brows tighten sharply at his dismissal of her negotiations, pitch lips pursing in a scowl before he vanishes, only to reappear behind her like some great, looming shadow of foreboding. Personal space has never been something he's respected... then again, had he ever respected anything a day in his life ? Thin shoulders tense as a pale jaw turns her gaze about to crane her neck up at his snaggle-toothed mask --- but no sooner had she looked away than she'd felt the ground suddenly give way beneath her. A yelp of surprise is caught in her throat as she falls (but only for a moment) into a new seat... different, yet the same. Had... he just opened a portal to Heaven ?? And yanked her through without any warning ! Scarlet irises swivel to the table, wide with confusion... then, slowly burning out to an exhausted exasperation. A candlelit dinner ? Really ? He was just as stubborn as she was, if not more so; this could take all night, if they ever reached an understanding. Her face hits the table with an audible groan, and she lays there for a moment in her despair before sucking in a deep breath... and sitting up. His piss-poor attitude wouldn't be enough to make her budge. She could do this ! Diplomacy !

❝ ... Look, Adam, ❞ she coos, forcing a smile and trying her damndest to get him to see reason. ❝ I want to work with you. I do. It's just --- lately, Heaven's --- or, well, your --- proposals are getting... more and more... extreme. I mean --- culling Sinners is one thing that I already don't agree with, but if you expand the Exterminations to other rings, that will cut our population to shreds ! I... get where you think it's a good idea to kill Sinners --- keep Heaven safe from an uprising and all that --- but imps and succubi and incubi and hellhounds... ? They were born here. You can't just expect me --- or my family --- to let our people be slaughtered like that ! It's... almost like you're slooowly trying to get rid of us all completely... heh... ❞ She forces a laugh... but it wasn't funny. There's a heavy, rumbling pit of icy dread in her gut that tells her that's exactly what he and Heaven are doing... and that's... kind of terrifying. The notion fills her with a righteous fury, but... she also knows that Heaven has armies. They have the power to do that, if they wanted to. If they didn't, she'd have told this prick to go ride a cactus months ago--- ❝ I --- I know that my Dad signed off on the approval of the Exterminations a long time ago, ❞ something she still hasn't forgiven him for, ❝ but --- I'm in charge of this now, so... things change ! Revisions are made ! What worked before doesn't work now, so let's work together to find something that does ! ❞ ...He isn't even listening. Those bored, holographic visor-optics are just flicking through her well-thought-out proposals and flicking her efforts away as if they were specks of dirt on his robe... and yet, she's powerless; a Queen without a crown. All she can do is sit there and wait for him, like a puppy ever-hopeful for the treat he waves in her face. Her smile falters as her eyes fall to the menu; hunger was the furthest thing from her mind.

Judging from her faceplant into the crystal table, she must have honestly thought he would have played along with her game of workplace hostage as if he couldn't just portal them around anywhere he felt like to pull the same tactic on her. Should have honestly caught an adult film screening down on earth because he's fairly sure a meeting in the cool darkness of buttered air and hyper aggressive slapping sounds would have made the perfect backdrop for getting her to hastily agree to his terms and conditions just for the chance to get out of there sooner. Bitch is lucky he's hungry and had dinner plans. Which they're technically early for, but that doesn't stop a nearby cherub from fluttering over to fill each of the peculiar party's wine glasses near to the rim in bruised shades of cabernet.

Still flicking through the paperwork, he spares the half lamb, half infant waiter a 'shoo' of a hand gesture. "Seriously- who's dick do I have to suck to get some breadsticks around here? Chop-chop! And there better be ample amounts of parmie this time, you stingy fucks." That seems to light a fire under the formally formal cherub's ass as it bashes itself silly against a wall in its haste to return to the first floor of the eatery before floating rather crookedly off to the kitchen. Eyes rolling, he's about to get back to his little 'reading' session when her sugary reproach earns a swivel of his head midst using the position of his arm over the back of the chair to get a good itching under his armpit in. Great- he probably caught syphilis down there or something.

As she yaps on, his gaze drifts in and out towards the papers in front of him, then back to her- as if he's giving her concerns his full consideration. Talons tuck under the neck of his glass and he gives the wine within a calculating spin. "Ugh- this is a real tough decision we've got on our hands here, girly." And after a sip and the glass lowered, he folds his as if to honor the severity of the situation in prayer. "...just how am I supposed to pick between the chicken alfredo or the carbonara? Un-fucking-real." Well with that indication that he hadn't been listening out of the way, he presses his cheek into an open palm and drums the tips of his fingers along the obsidian surface of his mask as he considers her over the half melted candle and the sprigs of rosemary in a small vase that decorated the otherwise crystalline surroundings.

"You really think I'm the extreme one here? Pffbtt! You have no idea~ " Always happy to string someone along bit by infuriating bit, he waits to gauge the heat of her reaction before continuing his meandering musings. "Do you really think I'd be trying to get rid of everyone? You cunts are my job security. Actually, my proposal is the best deal you're getting here, princess." Half a scoff is spared in the name of Lucifer's 'deal'. It was no where near note-worthy which is why he kept coming around year after year to work in less restrictions to his razing. But of course the year he was actually getting somewhere would be the one the little bitch bowed out- to a woman no less.

Leaning in after a moment of letting that settle between her stupidly perky gaze, he coaxes one of the papers over to her with a beckon of his claw to show her the revisions she'd done crossed out on top of his until the proposal merely read a finite statement. Severe population control of hell preferred by the council of heaven themselves. "My bosses think it's easier to just nuke you assholes back to the stone ages and let the population build back up from there since you all fuck like rabbits and it wouldn't take long anyway. Of course, if you reconsidered letting me just take out some ring overflow ~ the band aid wouldn't need to be ripped off all at once." As the breadsticks arrive with their pile of parm on top, he snakes one before the basket's even on the table and feeds it through the portal on his face with one firm push. A few munches later, he adds. "But I'm guessing you're not for that either. Tsk...don't you just love adulting?" Back when he was tossed out of Eden, adulting actually meant something. Starvation usually. Maybe a touch of dysentery-

"Hey now ~ don't be so glum about it. I'm sure we can come up with something else between the two of us... that's what the wine's for. Decision making."