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Jinyiwei (Investigator Archetype)

In the real world, the Jinyiwei, or “Embroidered Uniform Guard” was a secret police organization founded in the 14th century by the Hongwu Emperor in order to root out corruption and insurrection from within, able to overturn and ignore the judicial proceedings to arrest, interrogate, and punish anyone in the kingdom, including nobility and even the emperor’s own relatives.

Ostensibly this body would help preserve the empire with only the Emperor themselves to answer to, able to arrest and prosecute politically untouchable figures should they become enemies of the state.

Buuuuut if you’ve ever heard the term “secret police” in regards to world history before, you probably know how this goes. At best, the Jinyiwei were used as assassins to eliminate rivals, and at worse, were just as corrupt and capable of abusing their own power.

Who knew a paramilitary group answerable to literally only one man would be a bad idea for everyone?

However, for all it’s real faults, the Jinyiwei we’re describing today is a bit different than the real thing. For one, the Mandate of Heaven is actually real with gods and divine dragons granting power and authority to rule empires.

However, corruption remains, and the Jinyiwei of the Lung Wa empire was created to counteract and root out this corruption that drove the bureaucracy of the nation into the dirt, but in the end they failed, falling to corruption itself until the empire fractured and crumbled, robbing them of any authority.

But why the original Lung Wa Jinyiwei are long gone, there are those across Tian Xia that take inspiration from them, and seek to emulate them as they stand against the corruption that poisons governments and ruins nations.

Such dedication grants these investigators a bit of divine power, which they use alongside their keen minds to bring justice to the land, even if they aren’t quite as unimpeachable as their ancient predecessors.

The result is a sort of fusion of investigator and inquisitor, as we’ll soon see.

Careful consideration and insight, as well as the blessing of the divine is what fuels these investigators. As such, their inspiration is powered by their wisdom rather than intelligence, and instead of using alchemy they cast spells, drawing magic from the same arsenal as inquisitors.

Like the Jinyiwei of old, they understand that corruption and deception can be anywhere, and are especially skilled at noticing lies, forgeries, and disguises, as well as that which is hidden, be it a person or secret containers and doors.

Their suspicion also guards them against the magics of deception, enchantments and illusions, helping them avoid falling under their sway and pierce the false reality they create.

Finally, their divine mandate goes so far as to allow them to unleash divine judgement as inquisitors do, albeit somewhat less skillfully.

With the combination of the inquisitor spell list, geared towards information gathering, buffing, debuffing, and divine wrath; as well as their knack for discovering all types of deception, this archetype plays a bit more of a support and combat role than the vanilla inquisitor before even taking talents into account. As such, A combat build seems like a good choice here, one that can learn about the enemy and set up spells and tactics beforehand to take them down.

As written, the lore states that these individuals are not part of an organization, extrajudicial or otherwise. As such, their desire to follow such a path and endorse such ideals may be considered a relic of the past, and what that means will vary by nation and by individuals. Some may mock them as deluded fools clinging to ideals and a nation that no longer exists, others may honor them as a symbol of better days, or revile them as echoes of a past that needed to burn or as the shadow of a threat to the new order. Or, you know, in your setting their organization may still exist, and may or may not a blight upon the people in the way that secret police tend to be.

Through terrible coincidence and just bad luck, the party has accidentally slain one of the sacred white-antlered deer that only the emperor may hunt, and now they are on the run, chased by the mask-wearing secret order that answers only to His Holy Eminence.

A chance encounter can change your life, and so it was with Jinga, a monkey goblin who stumbled upon an aging old hermit on his island home who taught him about the great empire and how he was once one of it’s secret guardians, blessed by the gods. Jinga looked up to him so much that he studied his ways and received the divine blessing, leaving home to offer his services. He never fully understood, however, that the empire had fallen long ago.

The nation is on the verge of falling, consumed from within, all at the hands of those who should have been it’s protectors. Indeed, the Talisman Police, named for the divine tokens of their role they wear, have been corrupted from within and seek to usurp control. Is their leader a fiend in disguise? Merely power-hungry? It matters not. All that matters is that they must be stopped.

[candyboydeathparade]

My little brother's been talking hot shit about how he wants to start a Pathfinder game for minute now. No idea when that's gonna happen, but if it ever does, then my friend Peaches will be ready go with her monkey goblin girl Icki.

She's a native to Otari and works at the Crow's Cask as a barkeep alongside Magiloy, the tavern's proprietor. Magiloy is famous for her unique drink mixtures, so to show off a bit Icki got into Alchemy so that she could more effectively assist in making inventive drink combinations. With any luck, those skills will be applicable going forward. 

Also, hey. I got a Patreon. Hit me up.

[kacievvbbbb]

What I think is so funny about the parallels between Luffy, Zoro and the men they wish to meet again and surpass.

Is that Luffy wants to fight Shanks like a son showing his father everything he’s learnt; look how far he’s come, who he’s become.

And Zoro wants to fight Mihawk like a feral cat fighting god in a back alley; Inevitable, preordained, there can only be one.

And both are equally as valid.

[nimudae]

👒👑 Happy birthday to the future Pirate King! 👑👒

[Ko-fi]

[supercritters]

Peter Parker - Spider-Man

The webslinger himself!!

Would you believe I actually had several full days where I was thinking "okay, I want Peter to be some kind of primate because of his intelligence, and the mischievous trickster persona and agility would work well with a monkey, but what species..." until spider monkey hit me like a brick to the head. duh

There actually is a canon character called Spider-Monkey (it's a Spiderverse thing) but mine is better

Spidey monkeys famously have extremely flexible prehensile tails, which even have a hairless pad on the end that improves their grip! They use to swing between branches and hang off them, more than just using their limbs. If there's one thing Spider-Man likes to do, it's hang from things

There are several species of spider monkey, but I chose Geoffroy's mostly for its patterning, which I had to slightly adjust the colors on to fit with Peter's hair

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What a year, eh ? I'm a bit tired.

Year of convention and many fun experience, lots of good video-games and indie animation release. The 2nd tome of " Geraldine and Mona" is almost done, and I can't wait to share more.

Artworks belong to me.

[bluegoblinzz]

A Gorilla Never Will Steal His Secret

"Um ackshually... humans didn't evolve from gorillas so this trigger doesn't make sense-" shush! Okay, so this is a gorilla TF story that I did for fun! It's been a while since I wrote a TF story... kinda had a lot going on, plus a long bout of writer's block. As always: thank you so much for reading!! ... I feel like something's missing from this story but I also think that this is just a sign that I need to log off for now, and take a step away from the story... I'm tired. XD ************

Staring at his own reflection in his phone, Ulysses straightened his bowtie, secured his tophat in place, and pat down his suit with his white gloves, brushing off any dust that settled on it. Once he was done straightening up, he stared at the door, then gave two firm knocks. There was no response for a moment, so he glanced around the hallway as he waited. The apartment complex was dimly lit, the floors were dirty, and the doors were close together… it was strange for such a successful magician to be living in a crummy apartment. 

A young man with curly hair answered the door, he was just dressed in jeans and a red polo shirt. 

“Hey! Ulysses, right?” 

“Ouroboros, I presume?” Ulysses asked, putting his hand out to shake. The young man shook the magician’s hand, a look of confusing washing over him. 

“You can just call me Olly,” the young man said. “I uh… I didn’t you’d show up in character!” Ulysses’s eyes narrowed. 

“Well, I thought you would take this important business matter seriously!” he replied, his voice growing cold. 

“Not to worry,” Olly said. With the snap of Olly’s fingers, his jeans darkened, the denim softening, his polo tucked into his shirt, more buttons growing into place to change into a full red button down shirt, two sleeves of a suit rose up his arms and a suit jacket engulfed his torso, as if an invisible servant put the jacket on for him.

“It’s not too difficult to get dressed up!” Olly said. Ulysses rolled his eyes. 

Why does this boy feel the need to show off, even when we’re alone?! he thought. 

“May I come in?” Ulysses asked. 

“Please!” Olly said, stepping out of the way and gesturing for the older magician to walk through. Ulysses walked through, kicked off his shoes, and set them down by the door. The apartment was a single room, with an alcove for a kitchen, where many pots pans, and plates filled the sink. Off to the left there was a cheap futon with many blankets, pillows, and a raccoon squishmallow sitting upon it, and across from the couch was a small TV. In the center of the room sat a circular table, with a bowl of fruit sitting in the center, and on either side sat a cup of tea upon a saucer, a deck of playing cards next to one cup of tea. Ulysses took off his suit jacket, and set it down on one of the chairs by the table, and sat by the cup without the playing cards. Olly sat across from him. Ulysses stayed seated with his hands folded while Olly picked up the playing cards, shuffled them absentmindedly, and smiled at the top hatted magician. 

“So, why did you ask to meet with me?” Olly asked in a cheerful voice. 

“Ouroboros,” he started. “I commend you on your performative prowess. I have been a magician for almost thirty years, and you, a young man, have made a name for yourself six months after you began. You’re a true prodigy.” 

“Thank you!” Olly said, beaming. “That means a lot coming from you.” 

“That being said,” Ulysses muttered, “I’ve noticed the audience you’ve garnered… has largely come from my former fans. I am all for competition, but this is more than competition… it’s theft. My career is on the line.”

Olly’s smile faded, and he furrowed his brow. 

“Well, I’m sorry you feel that way,” Olly said. “You know… I didn’t take your audience on purpose, and I didn’t want to take your audience… I’m sure they’ll come running back in time! You have a charm that I don’t.” 

“I cannot risk my career by simply waiting around,” Ulysses stated, ignoring the compliment. He shifted, and rummaged through his pocket, before placing a wad of cash on the table. Olly stopped shuffling, and his eyes got wide, before he looked up at Ulysses with confusion.

“I want you to teach me your big trick, your main act. I thought if I knew what you know, we could, perhaps, be rivals once again.” 

The young magician sat back in his chair, shuffling his cards again and smiling sheepishly. 

“Oh Ulysses,” he said. “I’m sure you know that a magician never reveals his secret.” 

“No, I’m afraid I do not,” the old magician huffed. “That’s merely something you say to children so they don’t know our secrets.”

“Or something you say to rivals so they don’t take your act.” 

Ulysses slid the wad of cash across the table, closer to the young magician. 

“That’s why I’m making you an offer,” he stated. “I understand why you may be apprehensive. We work in an industry of lies and trickery. You are worried that — if your secret gets out — you’ll be called a hack, a charlatan. I assure you: everyone knows that your ‘magic’ is merely slight of hand, and lighting effects. Our art form is not about convincing fools that you have powers. It is about using your intuition to create an illusion that captures the minds and hearts of even the most cynical people, to show them the impossible. So even if I know your secret, I know that a young talented artist like yourself can come up with a new trick, an even better routine.” 

Olly’s welcoming cheerful demeanor dissolved as his eyes darkened, his gaze burrowing through Ulysses with a deadly scowl. 

“Did you just say that I’m fake?” he grumbled. His voice had a sharp edge to it, but he giggled between his words a bit, as if this accusation was amusing to him. 

“Well, of course,” Ulysses whispered. “Magic isn’t r-“ 

“My magic is real!” Olly shouted. “Very real!” The young magician bolted upward, jumping out of his chair so fast that he knocked it over.  He slowly made his way around the table, prancing toward the older magician with the poise of an angry tiger. 

Ulysses recoiled, pressing his back up against his chair, his eyes widened. 

“Are you mad?” he gasped. 

“Maybe your audience was right to leave you,” he grunted. “Doubting magic itself shows you’re a hack. So maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” Olly reached into the pocket of his jacket grabbing something with a click! Ulysses saw it in his hand, the instrument of Olly’s main act: a golden pocket watch. 

“N-no,” Ulysses whispered. “Absolutely not!” He went to stand up, but Olly pressed a hand onto Ulysses’s shoulder, forcing him to sit back down. With the flick of Olly’s wrist, the pocket watch shot out from his hand, the cover popping open, the watch dangling in front of Ulysses’s face with wide swings. 

“Relax,” Olly cooed, his voice taking on a slightly mocking intonation. “You said yourself that this is fake, so you shouldn’t have anything to worry about, right?” 

“Yes, but-“

“Then just follow the watch with your eyes. You’re smart, right? You can find the secret of my act. You can stay awake, and show that I’m full of baloney, show the world that maybe all of those people were just actors.” 

Ulysses didn’t need to be told to follow the watch, for his gaze fell upon the watch absentmindedly. It was purely instinctive to look at an object dangling in front of his eyes. He knew he could look away, and that he should look away, but he did want to prove Olly wrong. He was smart, and he wouldn’t fall for any nonsense such as ‘hypnosis,’ especially a method that was so cliche and antiquated. So, he furrowed his brow, examining the watch, making sure he stayed fully focused on it, that he didn’t lose track of it with each swing, that he stayed completely awake and alert for the entire time he watched. 

“It’s not going to work,” Ulysses stated. “Hypnosis, in actuality, is a matter of psychological suggestion. I’m not going to go into trance just by looking at some shiny object.” 

“Watch it go right… and left… and right… and left.” 

Right and left and right and left, Ulysses thought. What’s he doing? Is he going to make me forget my rights and lefts? I won’t let him. The old magician strained his mind, focusing on the directions it swung, counting how many times it swung, doing whatever it took to keep himself alert. After a moment,  he blinked, and stared straight ahead, focusing his gaze on the cup of tea in front of him, managing to look away from the watch. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Oh, you have failed, my friend,” Ulysses cooed. “I watched your silly watch for long enough, and didn’t fall asleep. Now I’m not even looking at it.” 

Olly caught the watch in his hand and closed it. 

“Then why are you still sitting here?“

“Well, I-”

“You can get up and leave if you want, but that’s not what you want, is it?” Olly wasn’t even swinging the watch, but Ulysses had become so focused on the way the watch swung, it left an impression in his mind’s eye, now able to feel the rhythm of each swing like the consistent beating of a drum in his mind. It was a soothing, consistent pulse that he couldn’t let go of.

“You’re here because you want to keep looking at the watch. So much so that you’re imagining a watch right now… one swinging right, and left… and right… and left…“ 

Each time Olly said a direction, the old magician’s eyes followed. The more Ulysses tried to tell himself not to think about the watch, the more his subconscious latched onto that rhythm in his mind, the more his eyes began to move left and right on their own. With each swing of the invisible watch, he grew more and more focused, more and more absorbed in the task of counting each swing. 

Olly released the watch again, the cover popping open, and stopped counting each swing. Ulysses’s eyes were now fixed on the watch, at first unable to look away, and then unwilling to look away. As he watched it swing, he felt as if he himself was rocking back and forth,  as if he had grabbed ahold of a vine on a tree, and gently swayed in the wind. Each swing made him feel calmer, and looser. His expression softened as the previously loud, intent counting in his mind turned to a gentle focus.

“That’s right,” Olly cooed. “It feels so good to follow the watch. When you watch it swing, you don’t need to worry about anything else. You could just sit here, in this moment, and watch it go left, and right. And each time it goes left, and right, you’re feeling a little more relaxed, a little more calm… And the more you feel calm, the fewer thoughts go through your mind, the more easy it is to focus on the watch.”

His head bobbed back and forth with the watch, his beginning to lull open, his eyelids growing heavy. When listening to Olly’s words, he found that each swing did in fact make him feel calmer and calmer, all of his muscles relaxing, his entire body feeling warm. He felt warmer and heavier until every part of his body felt numb. He couldn’t move, and why would he want to? It felt so good to just relax and follow the watch. In this calm state, his thoughts failed to form, each one surfacing as a nonsensical phrase, or a fragment of a sentence, before his focus fell on the watch once again. 

“Good, just keep following the watch, look at it go left and right… But there’s something else you may have missed about the watch… do you see it?” 

Ulysses looked closer at the watch, his eyes focusing on each hand… the hour hand pointed at the three… minute hand was pointed at the eight, and… the second hand…

“The second hand…” Ulysses mumbled, “it’s going… counterclockwise…”

“That’s it… watch the time tick back, and cede each minute to the future… Each ticking second, you don’t remember, because it hasn’t happened… And then each second turns to an hour, and soon you’ll forget hours and hours of your day.” 

Each word Olly said came true. He forgot the hour he took to commute, he forgot eating breakfast, he forgot when he woke up, he forgot the night before. With each second that ticked by he ceded another hour of his life, and it felt so good to let go of, so good to leave room in his mind. 

“And then the seconds turn to days… and the days to weeks…” 

His mind felt lighter, emptier. HIs heart had a brief flutter of fear, as he watched his life play backwards, as he saw his past few shows undo themselves, as his memories of family gatherings faded away. Yet somehow, for some reason… He felt a strange euphoria in letting go. It felt good to know less. 

“O-okay… Olly,” he muttered. “You… win. Please, let me-“ 

“And then to months… then to years… then to centuries, then millennia. Each tick of the needle is a millennia rewinding. You remember who you are, but time is still rewinding.”

His memories came back to him, all at once, however something about himself, something about the time, was still changing.  He could still remember everything, but time was moving backwards, at a more rapid rate than before. What did that mean, though?

“...Olly?” the magician asked. 

Snap! “Sleep.”

Ulysses’s eyes fell closed and his head lulled forward. His consciousness waned to the point where he didn’t remember where he was or what was going on, he just knew he felt so relaxed, so calm, so content, and that he didn’t want to move. 

“Just feeling so relaxed so calm… going deeper and deeper every time I say the word sleep.”

Olly repeated this type of phrase a few times, and each time he said ‘sleep’ Ulysses would fall into a deeper and deeper state of trance, feeling far more calm than he had before, feeling more relaxed than he knew was possible. Each time he heard ‘sleep’ he felt heavier and heavier, as if he was sinking deeper and deeper into a thoughtless, relaxed slumber. He felt as if he was floating in nothingness, no thoughts, no worries, just calm… Then the induction began to change…

“Feeling so good, so relaxed. Just listening to the sound of my voice and sleep. Just keep listening to the sound of my voice, letting me do the work, while you relax and sleep. Going so deep, feeling so calm, knowing you’ll go deeper, and feel better, the more you listen to my voice, the more you listen to my words, and sleep. Feeling better, calmer, happier, the more you listen to my voice, the more you believe…” 

Ulysses’s focus latched onto the words, soaking them in more and more, unable to think of anything else, just wanting to listen. The voice, whomever it belonged to, was so satisfying, such a nice voice… He wanted to keep listening to it forever. 

“… and you want to keep obeying my words, and keep listening to me… Every word I say: you will believe without question, because it is truth. Every part of your reality is at the whims of my words. Now when I snap my fingers, you will be alert and awake once more, yet time will still tick backwards, millennia and millennia at a time… and you will become one with that time.” 

Snap!

Ulysses lifted his head, and opened his eyes, glancing around the room and taking in his surroundings once more. The watch was now sitting in the center of the table, and the young magician sat across from him, beaming. 

“So,” Olly chirped. “How do you feel?”

“Calm… I guess,” Ulysses shrugged. “That was… a little scary.” The man felt warm, but unlike before, it wasn’t a comforting warmth, but instead it felt as thought the room was getting stuffier, hotter, like he could break into a sweat any second. He tugged at the collar of his shirt and fanned himself with it. 

“If you’re hot you can take off your shirt,” Olly said. 

Ulysses nodded, unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped his arms out of each of the sleeves, revealing the white tank-top he wore as an undershirt. He leaned forward, and folded his hands on the table, staring straight at Olly, waiting for his response. Even after taking his shirt off, however, Ulysses still felt a bit warm. The hairs on his back, his arms, his legs, and his nape all grew longer and longer, covering more and more of his skin. His five-o’clock shadow grew thicker and bushier, while the short hair on his scalp grew past his ears, down the sides of his face, and over his neck, nearly reaching shoulder level. 

“So, do we have a deal?” 

“Deal, what deal is that?” Ulysses asked, scratching his head, both out of confusion and from itchiness. 

“That you’ll come work for me, as my assistant.” 

Ulysses scratched under his arm as he continued scratching his head. The itch became even stronger as the hair all over his body grew even thicker, now becoming brown fur. He furrowed his brow, and looked down at the table as he tried to process what Olly had said, tried to remember when he had agreed to that.  Pressure emerged in his forehead, putting a weight on his thoughts. Before his mind felt sluggish, unthinking as sleepiness took hold. Now his mind felt heavy, his thoughts blunt. Abstract concepts simplified. 

“Hmmm… don’t remember… agreeing to that.”

“Well, what do you remember?” Ulysses looked up to the side, stroking his chin. He pushed his bottom lip forward and furrowed his brow as he pondered Olly’s question. What did he remember? He found he had forgotten more than just this supposed agreement, as he had forgotten how the start of their interaction had gone, and now: the past five minutes or so were seeming fuzzier and fuzzier. Something about… going backwards? It felt like it was on the tip of his tongue but the more he tried the reach for it, the harder it was for him to catch within his own mind. 

Soon, he forgot the very question, and he tried to remember what the question was. Then he forgot that thought. There was this presence on the very edge of his mind, a memory or a thought that he was trying to grasp, and that feeling kept getting more intense the more he thought about it, to the point where this ‘unknowing’ state of mind was his default state of mind. He pushed his lip forward the more and more he thought, until his jaw began to stretch farther forward, giving him an underbite. The pressure in his forehead intensified to a pain as his forehead swelled, extending upward and outward, his brow extending above his eyes, while the back of his skull compressed inward. He put both hands over his head, and closed his eyes.

“Mmmm…” he grunted. “Thinking hurt.”

“That’s okay, I can help you remember! First of all… I know you said you’re a fan of my work. And you wanted to aid me in my craft as… you’re too dumb to do magic on your own.” 

“Me… too dumb…” Ulysses repeated. He lifted his head and stared at Olly with his eyes glazed over. His confusion grew tenfold, yet he found ecstasy in unknowing, as the pain took over his brain and the thoughts left his mind. It felt so good to be dumb. 

“And I agreed to hire you because you’re strong. Why don’t you show me how strong you are?” 

Ulysses picked his arms off the table, sat up straighter, and flexed both of his biceps. His back and shoulders shifted with satisfying cracks and pops, not as if the bones themselves were breaking, but like the crack of one’s knuckles. His shoulders popped outward and grew larger while the entire top half of his torso grew wider, his spine extending to grow longer, but also curving so he was more hunched over. Both of his arms grew longer and longer his muscles becoming thicker and thicker, the growth starting with his deltoids, then moving down his biceps and triceps, down his forearms, until finally: his hands grew twice their original size, two hairy gorilla paws bursting through his cloth white gloves. His abs tightened and swelled becoming toned and forming a six-pack, but below them his belly swelled and fattened, becoming more bloated and flabby, hanging over his belt line. 

From his sudden growth, from showing off his strength, he felt a newfound sense of power, a fire within. This ‘fire’ mixed with his unknowing mindset to create something more wild, something hard to contain, deep within himself. He felt restless, energetic, happy, angry, antsy, tense, everything all at once… His eyes glazed over some more, but an angry animalistic spark shown in his eyes. The mix of both confusion and wild anger in his eyes made him look less human. There was only one way he could express himself in that moment, and it was an outlet he desperately needed. 

His massive paws grabbed a hold of his tank top and he gave it one good yank to rip it apart, exposing his torso, revealing that his chest and stomach had hardly any hair on them, despite the rest of his body being furry. From the heat, however, his chest and stomach were covered in sweat. He balled up both hands into fists, placed each fist right below his pecs, and pounded his chest. 

“Ook. Ook. Ook.” He grunted. He stared off into space as he satisfied this primitive urge, just knowing that this action felt right to him, that it felt good. The more he pounded his chest, the more powerful he felt, the emptier his mind became. In that moment he knew he was strong, fit, unstoppable. He felt like he had the energy and the determination to lift an entire car. 

Then he stopped himself, a brief bout of clarity coming about… 

“What… am I doing?” he muttered.

“In return for your service, I’ll pay you with these.” Olly picked up a banana from the bowl of fruit and held it out for Ulysses to take. The gorilla-man’s pupils dilated as he followed the banana with his eyes, excitement and hunger rumbling inside of him. He reached out to take it, but then Olly pulled it away. 

“Hey, don’t take it with those hands! They’re all sweaty from a second ago when you pounded your chest. Use your other hands.”

My… other hands? 

His mind grew hazy again as he looked down at his white socks. He wiggled his toes, bending and flexing them, noticing they were able to stretch more easily the more he wiggled them. He saw his feet contorting underneath his socks, bending into odd shapes as he was able to move each to individually, curl it, an make different motions with each of his feet. A hole tore into each of his socks, and he was able to rip them apart the more he moved his feet, revealing two hairy hand-like appendages. 

He lifted his legs, set both hands on the table, and reached out to grab the banana in his his left foot-hand. Then he pulled it toward himself and unpeeled it with his right foot-hand, before sticking it in his mouth, munching on it with gusto. It was far more tastier than he remembered, and he wanted more! His thoughts waned some more, his mind growing more and more quiet, a thick haze of confusion and stupidity taking over. 

“See, I knew you would like that as payment!” Olly said, “being a gorilla and all.”

Ulysses finally grabbed onto a thought within his mind, forming in his head louder than before: ‘what… me doing?’ He observed his situation with more clarity, anger and irritation bubbling up inside of him. No…  he thought. This… not right! He didn’t know what he was supposed to be, or what he was supposed to do, but he knew that he wasn’t himself. 

“Grrr… no!” he grunted, putting his hands over his head. “Wrong!” 

“Wrong?” Olly frowned. “Well… why don’t you fight me about it?” 

His anger nearing a tipping point, he decided to show his aggression one of the only ways he knew how to. Scowling at the boy, he stood up from his chair, clenched his fists, and pounded his chest. 

“Ook! Ook! Ook! Ooh…” he faltered once he realized what he was doing. He lowered his head in shame and then pouted. 

“Me… not gorilla,” he grumbled. He sifted through his brain, trying to catch something, anything, of his past, so he could remember who he was, so he could combat these urges. But no matter how hard he tried, these other thoughts, instincts, and memories remained just out of reach. 

“Hmm,” Olly said, stroking his chin. “If you’re not a gorilla, why are you scratching yourself?” 

Ulysses’s mind went blank, as he scratched his head with one hand, and scratched under his arm with the other. He crossed his eyes and ooked some more. “If you’re not a gorilla, why are you on all fours?” 

Ulysses’s back hunched forward, bending in such a way that forced him to stand with his fists on the ground. 

“Grrr… stop!” 

“Sure, I’ll stop, I’ll stop, as long as you do one thing.”

“What?” 

“Tell me your name,” Olly said. The magician smirked

Easy! Ulysses thought. Me know name! 

“Me name is-“

“Gorillas find it hard to think.” 

Ulysses’s eyes crossed again, and he scratched his head. Now… even his name felt out of just out of reach. 

“Me… name…” 

“Gorillas can’t form sentences.” 

His jaw fell slack and his eyelids felt heavy again. His mind became emptier than it ever had been, his stupidity reaching its peak, and for the second time, he found ecstasy in his stupidity. Not being able to find his thoughts, not being able to think… it was funny! Nothing made sense to him, making everything amusing. His squirming slippery thoughts that were impossible to pin down tickled at his brain, causing him to smile. 

“Name… Uli… Ool ee… Ooh eeh… Ook ook ook…” He lightly pounded his chest. 

“Oh what a shame,” Olly said in a sing-songy voice. “Looks like you couldn’teven say your name. It makes sense because gorillas can’t speak.”

Upon hearing that sentence, the gorilla man felt tingles all over his face and a tickle on his nose.

“Mmm… uh. Ung…” He closed his eyes and tilted his head upward, feeling as the flesh on his face began to soften like clay and as all ability of speech left his mind and his mouth. His nose retracted, going from a pointy triangular nose to a small bump on his face, but at the same time, his nostrils flared, expanding wider and wider until his nose was just a set of two large fleshy nostrils. He gritted his teeth, all of them growing larger, sharper, and crooked. Finally, his jaw pulled farther forward, and the sides of his face became rounder, and the sides of his mouth widening, pulling toward the sides of his face,  forming the snout of a gorilla.

“OOK! OOK! OOK!” The gorilla stood up, and once more he ooked and pounded his chest with pride, with joy, and with fervor. He felt so good to be big and strong, to have so much energy. This sheer physical power felt even better than his former performative power, felt even better than the way everyone applauded him on stage. Most importantly: there was no doubt in his mind, no stray thoughts or worries to ruin the moment. It was pure, raw emotion.

With a subtle smile on his face, the magician took the gorilla’s top hat.

“I’ll be taking that,” Olly said, putting it on his head.  The gorilla reached a hand to try and grab the hat, opening his mouth in protest, but then faltered. He didn’t know what the boy was holding, and suddenly, he didn’t know why he wanted it. He didn’t know why he would want anything except for bananas. So he drew his hand back, and scratched under his own arm. Olly put his hand under the gorilla’s chin, drawing his gaze up to meet his own. 

“Do you still think that my magic is fake?” Olly asked. The words did not register in the gorilla’s mind at all. Not knowing what to do, he grunted, reached up to touch Olly’s nose. The magician giggled, gently pushing the gorilla’s hand away. 

“Okay, new assistant. Let’s practice some of my tricks, eh?” 

Staring at his own reflection in the green room mirror, Ulysses straightened his tie, secured his tophat in place, and pat down his suit with his large simian hands, brushing off any dust that settled on it. Once he was done straightening up, he took a bite of the banana he held in his right foot, tossed the peel to the side, and bounded up next to Olly, now getting in character as Ouroboros. Ulysses pounded his bare chest, exposed from his open suit jacket, and grinned up at the magician, and who smiled back at him, patting him on the head. 

“Ready for your first show, buddy?” 

[blukoi-venator]

Rex leaps off his steed to face a large baboon wearing oxidized copper.

[stillxnunpxidintern]

One Piece X Labyrinth!!!

No asked for it but I had that thought literally as I was going sleep and knew I needed to write my little thought about it.

A nice little blended MiShanks family and Luffy is youngest at 2/3 and Ace and Sabo are the eldest at 18. Zoro is 5/6 and Perona is 11/12ish

Ace is late getting home after spending the afternoon with him at the park and forget that Mihawk and Shanks are having a date night and he's the one looking after Luffy what he's annoyed about.

Sabo away for the weekend, both Perona and Zoro are having sleepover at other people's houses. Zoro at having one with Kuina and Tashigi, their cousins, at Kunia home. While Perona is having one with Nojiko at Bell-mère.

Ace is complaining that it's not fair he's the one having to look after Lu, he didn't ask for another brother.

Once Mihawk and Shanks have left, Luffy being the ball of energy he is, is annoying Ace even more while trying to get the young boy to go to bed.

Whe he does he realises that Luffy has taken one his more prized/sentimental soft toy, one from Rouge, from his room and loses the rest of his patience and goes onto the Luffy and sees he awake with the soft toy smiling like he did nothing wrong and Ace tells Luffy 'He wishes that the goblin king would take you away right now' which cause Lu to cry and Ace feeling a little sorry comforts him a little before taking his soft toy back, holding it close.

Then there a loud bang from the thunderstorm and Luffy starts crying but Ace ignores him till the lights flickers and it goes silent.

Concerned by the sudden silence Ace goes to check on Luffy to find that he is not bed and noises are coming from all around the room until the window doors brust open and an owl flys in, so Ace covers his face to protect himself from claws and wings.

Soon standing in front of him, is a tall blonde on black outfit.

Marco is the Goblin King, cause birds, plus him in all the outfits, especially the tight one kind of glorious to think about. Him singing "Magic Dance" is hilarious especially doing it with Luffy.

Marco then takes Luffy, as Ace had wished him way but Ace tries to bargains, that he didn't mean it but Marco tells him a wish a wish and says if he wants his little brother then he'll have to run/defeat the labyrinth to get him which Ace accepts to do.

Ace runs the labyrinth complaining that times that it wasn't fair, but he does met people that are willing to help him defeat Marco.

The weird fire bird things, they still creep me out in mid-30, are either Blackbeard pirates or maybe Doffy crew.

Thatch or Deuce Mask is Hoggles, I can't decide who works better for that role. Little Oars Jr as Ludo, Vista as Sir Didymus and Ambrosia is still a dog.

The ballroom scene has Ace on a suit version of the dress, with big puffy shoulder pads and sleeves, Marco watching him as Ace is looking around trying to find his out of the ballroom and until Marco starts dancing with him, trying to seduce him, until the clock starts chiming making Ace starts to panic as he loses time.

When Ace breaks out of the illusion after eating the poisoned/enchanted food that he was given, he knows that there isn't much time left and makes his way to the centre of the labyrinth.

Luffy while in the care of the goblins, somehow manages to do the Luffy Effect on them with his big bright smile.

When Ace finally confronts Marco, he offers Ace all he could ever want and all he has to is love, fear and obey him, to which Ace says You have no power over me and get Luffy back.

When they are back in their home, Ace goes to check on Luffy and finds him asleep, so Ace just tucks him back in and gives him the soft toy back to cuddle with.

Then Ace goes back to his room and sees Thatch or Deuce Mask, Vista, Oars Jr and goblins in his mirror saying he always need his friends and they have a party.

Marco is outside in bird form watching.

[beaconhopper]

6th batch of fanart (With some of my own OCs and a little spicy). I apologize for dead air. Been more active on Discord and Twitter, so I'll make up for it with this and some new entries on the LOM blog. These are the characters from left to right:

- Tora (Punipaws on Twitter)

- Abigail ( @huffslove)

- Spark the Electric Jester (Spark series)

- Bken mascot styled like Wolverine (Marvel Rivals)

- UwU series from behind (Bken/Joke ocs)

- Cat oc ( @bri-wolfer)

- Lifi (Bken/Valentine form)

- Squirrel Persona (Silent jack on Twitter)

- Monkey oc (talons_fw on Twitter)

- Pomni (pinup/Amazing Digital Circus)

[candyboydeathparade]

Work-in-progress of my partner's goblin character for Pathfinder 2e.

I'm learning a lot at once trying to improve my work, but I'd really really like to improve my line confidence. Even in the sketching phase. Still, I'm pretty into this composition so far. My quest to be the illustrator I want to be continues.

[bonesdontmelt]

What Up forgot to post this when I published this on Youtube but here I am late with an AMV FOR ASPEC AWARENESS WEEK!

Part of an ongoing plan of mine to make anime mix amvs of the Queen pride anthems (which is all of their songs but I digress)

Have 4 cannon aroace characters and a ton of my personal headcannons (not all both aro and ace) that you can pry from my cold dead hands ❤️

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

505

pairing: experienced!harry osborn x collegestudent!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety.

word count: 1.1k words

a/n: a blurb based on the song "505" by arctic monkeys. specifically, the line "but i crumble completely when you cry". this will most likely be included in a future chapter of the heaven is a bedroom series. the next chapter of the series will be posted once ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1 surpasses 20 notes (and i have time) but i wanted to give you guys something for now.

-

you had been sitting at your desk in frustration for what felt like hours. you were going into your second month of second semester and it had been the worst start you could've thought of. you barely saw peter these days, even though you guys were in the same biology 2 class. he barely ever showed up which meant you were suffering alone.

the professor was such a dick. one of the few times peter had actually shown up, he made a joke about one of the pictures the professor had shown of an organism. you smiled and silently laughed, making sure not to disrupt the lecture whatsoever. the teacher had called you out in front of the whole lecture hall, disrupting the lecture himself and making everyone stare at you.

he went entirely too fast through the slides, you could barely get a sentence down before he moved onto the next topic. you were starting to give up on taking notes entirely. another time, you had raised your hand to ask him if he could slow down and repeat what he stated. he told you that if no one else was complaining, maybe you should take a hint and do the same.

maybe if he actually did his job right you wouldn't be complaining.

the test were absolutely fucked. the first test he had royally screwed everyone over because he "messed up" the exam keys making almost everyone receive a failing grade. he never handed anyone back their test. when he was done grading, on your way out of class, students were supposed to stop by his desk for him to tell you your grade. the sick prick probably got off on watching everyones smile's drop.

you had asked him if he could fix yours and properly match your test up to the correct key. he agreed, but then pointed out that he found a problem with your answer on a few more questions. you were genuinely confused because the test was multiple choice and there could only be one option, which you politely brought up. he told you if you felt so confident then maybe you should teach the class instead.

you shut your mouth and accepted the D he gave you through gritted teeth.

you tried not to stress about that test too much. he dropped the lowest of the test grades and surely this would be it. you could learn from this test, study harder. you had the next test in the bag.

right?

wrong. your eyes started to well with tears when he told you your grade on the second test which was yet another D. you immediately went home and cried about it, reassuring yourself again that you would do better on the next test. the pep talk wasn't working as well this time.

you were a straight A student, you had to be. it wasn't like you weren't trying either, you were constantly staying up all night to study, even waking up at crack of dawn to study before your exam too. you were practically eating, sleeping, and breathing biology. you were a biology major for fucks sake, this is what you were going to need for the rest of your life.

you were looking forward to this class too but your gpa was starting to suffer. the 4.0 you had worked so hard maintain was slipping because of this class, this professor.

you stared at your textbook and fragmented notes, trying to make things stick to walls of your brain. if someone looked inside your head the walls would probably be covered in stick notes that were all biology related. you knew no matter how hard you studied, it seemed, your professor would find a way to still give you a D. no one in the class seemed to get higher than a C on his tests.

if you didn't do well on this test there would be no coming back from it. your grade would inevitably be a some sort of B and your gpa would start it's downfall earlier than you anticipated. the anxiety was starting to eat you alive and you couldn't help but to start to cry.

as you were balling your eyes out in your room you heard a knock at your front door. you debated on attempting to hide your tears but when you cried it took a while for your eyes to not show it. they got puffy and red, your nose doing the same. your lashes looked like you had had a pool day. there was no use in trying to hide it.

you made your way over to the door to reveal harry in his suit, obviously coming from work. his face immediately turned into one of concern as he comforted you.

"baby, what's wrong?" you could hear the worry in his voice which only sent you into another fit of tears as he embraced you. you two stood in the doorway as you cried and he held you in his arms.

"i'm gonna fail" you sobbed into his chest.

"what? why are you saying that, you've never failed a class." he questioned.

"well i probably will now." you sniffled, pulling away to look at him.

he looked so concerned. harry wasn't really one to care about grades but he knew how important they were to you. if it was important to you, it was important to him.

he motioned you inside, locking the front door behind you before following you to your room. you sat at the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes. harry stood in front of you as he waited for you to explain.

"the professor i have for biology this semester, he's a total dick. he's constantly picking on me in class. he's given me a D on every test, harry. on one test, sure. i could've blamed it on myself and said i didn't try hard enough or something but every test?" tears threatened to fall again.

"he's gonna tank my gpa and i don't know what else to do, harry. i've tried to talk to him and he just makes these rude comments about me. i've tried to study harder, for as long as i can. nothing's working. at this point, i feel like he's just targeting me and i don't know what i did wrong to make him hate me so much." you sobbed.

harry felt himself crumble seeing you cry.

he was quick to be at your side, holding you again as you cried into his chest. he kissed your forehead and reassured you that you didn't do anything wrong, that this guy was just miserable. that was true, the guy probably was just miserable. but not as miserable as he was going to be after harry was done with him.

[bolloxtothat]

Gigantic's back somewhat! The first thing i should do to commemmorate this is to give Mozu a new magic wand

[plastic-bones]

[donutcleric]

POV recieving a combo attack.