bolwing: I'll Kalicrak the Findoo. I will. You Terratet it!
leo:
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¡MIGUEL!
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— skyrim!faerene is a dunmer adopted by a noble breton household out of high isle. she ventures to skyrim in order to find out about her reputedly deceased mother who was last seen at the college of winterhold. 🍄🕯️🪶
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the Spot just a silly dalmatian guy, right? Right??
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starter para: @s-theunknown ☆
— Puedo verte claramente. — Suguru se volvió sobre sus talones, echando un vistazo rápido por encima del hombro. Por un momento lo había ignorado, pero ahora que el silencio reinaba nuevamente en el ambiente, acompañado de un sabor a vómito que se atoraba en su garganta, no iba a dejarlo simplemente pasar.
Sabía que lo habían visto. Pero ya era demasiado tarde para hacerse de la vista gorda y simplemente marcharse.
—¿Qué haces aquí? — Preguntó al desconocido en cuestión. Estaba al pie de un edifico de mala pinta. La maldición que acaba de exorcizar llevaba tiempo contaminándolo con su energía maldita y parecía que iba a caerse en cualquier momento. — No es sitio para hacerse el caza fantasmas.—
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3 Myamic Gals based on/inspired by 3 Elf Races from TES!
I was bored as hecc so I just made these 3 Gals. 2 of them are gae & married to each other. (Can u guess who?)
Originally, there was gonna be 4, but eh, 4 was too much... Plus, I already made a pic with like 5 characters & that was too much of my time. (Btw the dunmer lady was originally a guy, but she's a woman now!)
Anyways imma tell you about the true species of these goobers:
Top Right: Bosmer Mimic aka "Horned-Forest Glenderrah"
Bottom Middle: Maormer Mimic aka "Abyssal Hinkomonsi"
Top Left: Dunmer Mimic aka "Morrowsoot"
You can gave them names, I don't mind. As long it has a first & last name. (Bcs thats how Mimic naming works & they pretty much adopted it when humanity started to grow on Luhzeruh.)
Weird fact: The Mimic species has around 3-4 names, the most common is Mimic (bcs they can & will Mimic humans), their scientific name "Reptarius-Imatis", their true name "Altermorphs". & that other other word but thats a slur used by humans bcs apparently Mimics are lizerd-like. But despite them being humanoid lizerd ppl... They rlly opposed to being called "lizards" that it's just a slur for them now..
Btw some close ups lol:
Characters are all mine. (Except for the species they were based on, those belong to the creators of the TES series)
Art: Mine STOOPID! (Srry not srry but dOnT tAkE iT fRoM mE)
Program: IbisPaint x
Bubs' TOS: Plz don't repost/steal, trace, or recolor my art WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! If you do, I'll take yur femur and pelvis.. SO, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT! (The PNS on my Blog's pinned project clearly means "Please No Steal" plz follow that rule.) If you do post my art on anything like yur blog or somewhere else (With my permission) PEASE CREDIT ME!
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It's a little late now but I made a drawing for Miguelito's birthday 🤭
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@evergloaming || it's interesting watching you. the way you carry yourself when you use magic.
Bromjunaar needed so many wards, Tore felt like half his day was spent refreshing them. It wasn't that the city lacked for mages - his budding Dragon Cult was teeming with them - it was just he had none he trusted. Not since he was training Hrothmar did he feel like he had a mage on staff that he could trust both the skill and character of. He missed it. He missed Hrothmar.
He sensed her before he saw her, and the sudden sensation of being watched made him react without thinking. He held the half-finished ward in place with one hand and readied his staff with the other, whirling around to see Sigrid stood there, watching with rapt attention.
"I didn't see you there," he said, concentrating on keeping the magic flowing as he switched back to infusing magic into the wards, his heart beating a little faster in his chest. "I should know better than to expect to hear you coming."
He couldn't see her face, but he heard her voice well enough. "It's interesting watching you. The way you carry yourself when you use magic," she said, voice betraying her own distraction as she watched him draw runes into the rocks. He smiled to her and intentionally showed off, his magic crackling green and gold along his forearms.
"I confess, I haven't thought about it," he replied, pressing the rune into the rock. The stone hissed like he was dropping hot metal into water. When he released the spell it glowed for a moment, then dimmed, until all that betrayed it was the dark outline left behind. It thrummed with magicka when he touched it - and satisfied, he began to lead Sigrid to the next rune. "How do I look?"
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VERSES .
✶ verse — it begins with boyhood
canon . Farkas grows up in the shadow of Jorrvaskr. There are no mother’s skirts to cling to, only the tassets of warriors who call themselves Companions. His brother is at his side, and Farkas reaches for his hand when he needs to. Together, they are raised on a diet of watered-down mead and tales of Ysgramor.
✶ verse — we fight so that other people don’t have to
canon . Farkas proves his mettle and becomes a Companion. He and Vilkas are the youngest in the faction’s history to be granted this honour. Meanwhile, under the tutelage of Eorlund Gray-Mane, he becomes an increasingly proficient blacksmith.
✶ verse — his heart beats with fury and courage
canon . Farkas is invited into the Circle and accepts the gift of lycanthropy. He sees it as an extension of his own physicality, a weapon to be wielded with honour and purpose. Standing among the most trusted and capable of Companions, his work continues much as it ever has, taking him to distant, frozen corners of Skyrim.
✶ verse — just tell me who needs bludgeoning
canon . They live in the shadow of dragons, in a time of tremendous unrest. Farkas wishes only to exist as he always has. Simply, with an open heart and closed fists. He does not concern himself with politics or the machinations of the powerful.
✶ verse — empty hands hold so much promise
modern . Raised in the care system and vomited unceremoniously out into the world, Farkas learned to work with his hands. Qualifying as a welder, he spends much of his free time at the gym, and is the first to offer newcomers help and encouragement. This verse can be mundane or supernatural.
✶ verse — there’s a bad moon on the rise
modern . It is hardly surprising Farkas falls into a more transient existence. Raised in care, doomed to flunk school. Looking for highs in low places, he finds himself on the fringes of the music industry, putting his muscle to use as a roadie. This verse can be mundane or supernatural.
✶ verse — the beast’s embrace
bloodborne . A hunter and weaponsmith, first of the Workshop and then the Powder Kegs. Farkas seizes on the forbidden Caryll Rune and swears his oath, granting him the gift of beasthood. Now he is branded a heretic and is left factionless. He hunts as and when he sees fit, sympathising both with his former associates and the beasts he once culled without remorse.
✶ verse — how fast can you run? a wolf’s question
general fantasy . You can find him on the road or in the wilds, sometimes in the taverns with their stoop-back rooftops. He takes work where he can find it, usually in the forges or by fulfilling bounties. Farkas never stays in one place too long, for fear the locals will smell the wet-fur stench that clings to his skin, or notice how his eyes gleam unnaturally in the dark.
✶ verse — hear me howling / calling on my darling
exclusive to @shellcrack . Following the premise of the general fantasy verse, only here Farkas crosses paths with Miriam. She is in the spring of her life, born with lycanthropy in her blood – and the beast frequently bursts out of her with devastating consequences. They are mates, their lives together marked by the conflict between their humanity and the call of the wild.
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Secret identities never work!
I'm posting an old 'poster' I did of Lyla for homework in my first year of college. I was so obsessed with Spider-Man 2099 at that time. I think I did one of Miguel too. But I cannot find it. Anyway, I watched Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, and my love and obsession for Miguel O'Hara came back.
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La oscuridad era su amiga, es la primera enseñanza que le dieron cuando sus poderes se manifestaron en una rabieta cuando tenía apenas cinco años, refunfuñando y desobedeciendo; escondiéndose en esas mismas sombras hasta que fue localizada por su padre y traía de nuevo a la luz. La oscuridad era una aliada y lo había visto, puesto que todas las semanas posteriores a haberse separado del resto de sus amigos y comenzar su travesía en búsqueda de los monjes de sombras que la entrenaron no hace mucho tiempo, solo la noche les ayudaba tanto a ella como a Eunho para camuflarse, esconderse y no perderse. La magia negra era más poderosa en ese momento, tanto la Shadow Walker como el nigromante, habían logrado sobrevivir de soldados de la luz y personas que les estaban persiguiendo por sus poderes. Pero Jisu deseaba más que nada, poder volver a ver la luz, que Taehwa le sacara de las sombras y le llevase de regreso a los brazos de su padre Ryeohee, que le acunara entre ellos y el dulce aroma a menta combinado con frutos del bosque, le durmiera. Pero eso no iba a pasar, no cuando la pesadilla se repita una y otra vez cada que cierra los ojos, como la tierra se abrió, grandes y esqueléticos brazos salieron del abismo y se tragaron a sus padres y tíos, desapareciendo frente a sus ojos y el lazo que los unía como familia se cortó. No podía sentirlos, no podía percibirlos más, estaban muertos.
Una lagrima escapa de la comisura de sus ojos y el cuerpo tendido de la muchacha se estremece en sueños, las costillas le duelen y está segura de que ha sido magullada por una pelea, una donde salió victoriosa si estaba viva pero no puede asegurar si su hermano estaba bien y completo. Su cuerpo no responde y reniega, gruñendo como lo hacen los de su clase e intenta concentrarse en otro de sus sentidos, el olfato. Siente la tenue esencia de eucalipto con ébano y puede respirar tranquila, Eunho está bien y estaba no hace mucho, ahí a su lado. No obstante, son otros aromas desconocidos los que le hacen enfocarse en el dulzor de las flores y las frutas, algunos aromas fuertes como antisépticos y pócimas alcoholizadas. Recuerda a su tío Taeim, quien curaba sus raspones con el solo soplido de su magia rosada y blanca, el mismo aroma del cuidado y la delicadez que estaba percibiendo ahora. Inspira más fuerte, llevándose un golpe directo a todos los sentidos gracias a la flor de iris y el dulzor exquisito del durazno, puede prácticamente saborear la fruta en su boca como si estuviese clavando los colmillos en ella, su cuerpo reacciona por fin y los parpados se abren para dejar entrever un par de pupilar rojizas, un impulso meramente salvaje del animal que habitaba en su interior, tal vez intentando lucir atemorizante, tal vez y simplemente, una reacción natural de un alfa hacia un omega de espectacular aroma. Está desconcertada, se nota en lo frenético de su vista tragándose cada cosa que ve, el lugar desconocido, una cama que no le pertenece, el sonido de personas y risas en el exterior hasta caer en la muchacha que estaba al costado de su lecho. El corazón le martilla ridículamente en el centro del pecho y no es por miedo, es por algo que no puede ponerle nombre y es entonces que el golpe de realidad vuelve a azotarle la mente cuando un oleaje del mismo aroma vuelve a calarle en la nariz. Recuerda a su enemigo, una espada encajada en su costillar, el grito de Eunho y el descontrol completo de su instinto abriendo un agujero negro en el piso, tragándose al soldado de luz para llevárselo a dios-sabe-donde, salvándolos. Jisu se desplomó en un paramo verde e iluminado por la luna, cayendo de rodillas alcanzando solo a levantar la vista cuando lo que parece una ninfa, un hada o una criatura mágica hermosa aparece en su campo de visión. El mismo aroma de durazno y flor de iris estrujándole el alma antes de caer en un profundo sueño, su cuerpo cayendo rendido cuando sintió que podía confiar en aquel extraño ente. - —Fuiste tu — -menciona, las cuerdas vocales apretadas y secas hacen que su voz salga grave y apenas audible por el desuso, ¿cuánto tiempo estuvo dormida? Jisu traga saliva, incomoda por la sensación, pero vuelve a hablar. - —Fuiste tu quien apareció ahí… ¿dónde está mi hermano? ¿está bien?
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Giselle’s summer movie fest!
*house rules still apply*
Open from july 7 - aug 19! (CLOSED!)
Before we start, pick a binge partner
You’ll probably need a snack
here some of my favorite tropes:
sunshine!r
age gap
vampire!au
obsessed!man
yandere love interest
modern/earth!au
omegaverse
this celly is open to fluff + smut, but no angst !
Ok ready? Set! watch!
Since this is a “binging party” send in as many as you like (remember they need to be in separate asks)
tagging moots for reach:
@oeyateyam @rottencranberry @meredarling @luvrbrat @amourrs @vhagarlovebot @gg-is-a-loser @waitingforteyam @scarleart
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❀ ⋆ ― 「 @braveblume 」 ❛ continuación ❜
Lo que había pensado que sería un día habitual, rodeado de discusiones tontas y bromas por parte del rey, terminó convirtiéndose en una situación de tensión ante la entrada de aquel soldado. Una rápida y corta explicación llegó a los oídos de los monarcas; Evelyne miró de reojo al joven de cabello blanco quien traía una expresión seria en su rostro. No tardó mucho en pedirle que lo dejara a solas un momento con el soldado, petición que aceptó rápidamente.
Uno a uno, veía correr a más jóvenes con sus armadura por el pasillo, hasta el lugar donde habían sido invocados.
― Al parecer ocurrió un ataque en una de las ciudades fronterizas del reino pero no están seguros de quién ha sido el causante ― Explicó a su hija con un tono suave en su voz. La situación ya era bastante tensa como para angustiarla más de lo necesario.― Tu padre se está haciendo cargo de ello ahora.
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A trajetória dessa mulher (Raabe) nos mostra que não somos aquilo que fazíamos ou os erros que cometíamos, mas que a nossa identidade está em Deus, em quem Ele é e no que Ele pode fazer em nós e por meio de nós.
Jackeline Hayashi em Devocional de toda mulher (p.83)
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“I could kill for some pickles.. and peanut butter.. OH and chicken!”
"Amor, no necesitas recurrir a la violencia, no queda bien contigo ni con el cachorro." el menor se echa a reír ante las peticiones tan al azar de su mate, el aroma a café brota con suavidad, restregando su nariz con la ajena y aprovechando la posición para dejar cortos besitos en los labios, buscando reconfortar. Había presenciando embarazos en su manada desde que era pequeño y no era ajeno a oír antojos tan variados, pero saber que sería padre en un futuro no muy lejano provoca que su corazón de brincos, en especial cuando ve el vientre de Sakmin crecer día a día. "Estamos cerca de un pueblo... ¿Quieres hacer una lista de cosas? Puedes pedir lo que quieras." [ @mikrokosmcs ]
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