#the insect variant

[omni-writes-stuff]

They were close now. Dragomir’s back vibrated from under that thin membrane. The faint outline of wings and the contours of his true self were begging to be revealed.

Philémon’s fingers drew lines over his lover before stopping at his abdomen. He could feel the vibrations of his heart dance with increasing tempo under his fingertips. His antennae unfurled, taking in every sensation of the man under him. Love scents mingled with the fragrance of perfume and pink orchids.

They spread their legs apart, making tentative touches. Their bodies did all the work. Secret messages drummed lightly upon each other and caught in pheromones and movements. A back and forth of teasing.

“I am,” Philémon finally whispered within a kiss.

And so, like a gift, he peeled off his lover’s soiree. Then his skin. It tore apart easily, like tissue paper, revealing patterned exoskeleton underneath. Dragomir shook slightly and stretched out as Philemon freed him from his tight human guise. Wings, like stained glass, quivered with the rhythms of sweet rapture.

Those eyes of his - a myriad of rubies no longer constrained by the small shape of human eyes - they took all of Philémon in. His hands reached out to do the same, to free the other of his skin.

[notfarts]

The challenge was to make a Bug fakemon, and somehow that turned into :( what if Braixen was a bug.

And then I did the other two, so: Pupakin ➡ Braixant ➡ Formiquen

[takato1993]

I don't think every Digimon needs a dedicated evolution meant specifically for them

but I think too many gen 1 champion level Insect Digimon have to share Okuwamon and Megakabuterimon ( both versions) as an Ultimate level which are heavily connected with their own canon Digivolutions. for other insect options they have...

Dinobeemon but its design is heavily tied to Stingmon and X-Veemon fused together and being a fusion in general

Jewelbeemon also feels like it is meant to be an ultimate level specifically of Stingmon.

Scorpiomon has an exoskeleton but it is not an Insect or a scorpion but thats another issue

Arukenimon does a spider lady count? that being said I like this evolution better than some of the other especially for lines that start with Kunemon or Dokunemon.

In Short I think there is a shortage of ultimate level insect digimon.

[afreakingmilkshake]

🐈‍⬛ fav animal?

PRAYING MANTIS

they look so fucking sinister yet so goofy i love them so much

[royaltea000]

Ngl these are really fun to make :) 

[cassandralexxx]

it’s mushroom and wasp season round these parts

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[shirecorn]

The oblong-winged katydid has a genetic color variant where the normally-green insect is born bright berry-pink. Looking this delicious has its downsides, but come on. You get to have any attitude you want. Stick it and magnet it || wear it || commission it

Enjoy

[clairewritesfanfics]

Hi main system 👋. I wanted to ask if you could to invincible variants reaction to reader having a crazy stalker that's just started following her to their home (the stalker just first been writing scary letters to her ) . Stalker ain't even gonna make it an hour but I'd like to see what they're do to the stalker .

Trigger Warnings: violence, gore

It started with notes. Red ink on white sheets, likely torn notebook pages, folded in half and left on the table you considered your spot at the coffee shop. It was just a mild crush. Probably a fellow cafe patron who thought you were cute.

They were relatively harmless, even a tad bit flattering, if you were being honest. 

“You look pretty today.”

“Your blouse brings out your eyes.”

“We ordered the same thing today :)”

Then they got longer. Weirder. Your secret admirer upgraded from scratch paper to scented letters.

“You smell nice. Did you change your perfume? Maybe your shampoo? You seem like a put together girl, I’m sure you use the good, fancy stuff. It would be nice if you told me what products you used. Then it would be like we’re together, always.”

“I noticed you came here with some girl friends. They are lovely, but no one can compare to your beauty. You will always be the most gorgeous thing in my eyes. Your face, your hair, your curves. I love every part of you. I promise never to look at anyone else but you.”

Then they outright terrified you.

“Dear angel of the coffee shop,

Who was that man that came with you last Sunday? 

You two sat so close to each other I felt jealous just watching.

Is that your type of man? 

I didn’t think you would be so shallow. Is it because he’s six feet? Is your gender really that obsessed with height? 

Maybe it’s because he’s built like an athlete? You know he will leave you when someone prettier and younger comes along.

I will never treat you like that. I will love you even if someone better wants me.

I also noticed that you haven’t been coming to the cafe as frequently as before. You used to come here every Monday through Wednesday and sometimes during Saturday. I know it can’t be because you’re avoiding me. That’s impossible, because I already told you how much you mean to me. You would be one giant BITCH if you were avoiding me.

I stayed away because I was too shy, but maybe it’s time for us to officially meet.

If you refuse to come to me then I will have to come to you.”

He would resist the instinct to dispatch the man immediately, because he could see you shaking from the corner of his eyes. So he knocks the stalker unconscious first and has his people imprison him, with strict orders to keep him alive and isolated. His priority is you. He apologizes over and over and holds you in his arms until you fall asleep from crying. Mark is struck by guilt all at once. He should’ve taken those “love letters” seriously. But he was too arrogant, believed that when your admirer saw you with him just once then he would back off. 

After tucking you in and kissing your forehead he finally confronts the one responsible for all your tears. The man is too weak and too pathetic to serve as breeding stock for the Empire, and death would be too merciful. So Mark chooses the only logical option. He gauges the eyes that dare gaze upon you, tears off the hands that tried to touch you, shatters the legs that ran after you. Mark breaks the stalker methodically, until he begs to be killed.

flaxan, target, VILTRUMITE

Mark is furious. Not at you, never at you. But at this insect that threatened your safety. He hated how upset you were about the letters. He saw enough of human society to know that the madness was not going to stop at letters. He told you as such, so he had you go to the police, and that was why he accompanied you every time you left the house. But you were too selfless for your own good; you didn’t want to wake him up from his nap so you decided to go buy ice cream alone. He woke up groggy, but heard your screaming from the front door. He moved instantly and now, he held your stalker by the throat.

Voice taut but not raised, he tells you to get inside. You’re too afraid to protest so you run back into the house. 

When he hears the front door close with a click, he shoots up into the sky, the attacker still in his grasp. This Mark isn’t especially bloodthirsty. He sees torture as a tool for interrogation, but unnecessary otherwise. Face devoid of emotion, he clenches his fist and the man in his hand goes limp instantly. He then throws the corpse in the nearest volcano before flying back to you.

He finds you sobbing in the bed and the ice melts off his body. He joins you under the covers and promises that no one will bother you again.

FULL MASK, maskless, OMNI-MARK, prisoner 

His usual swagger is gone. There is no trace of a smile to be found on his face when he stands between your trembling form and the bastard that broke into your house. Mark glares at him. Then you tug his shirt and he takes a deep breath and forces himself to smile as he talks to you, “Go lock yourself in our room, I’ll handle this.”

But you shake your head against his back. Your muffled voice tells him you don’t want to be alone.

He sighs, but he’s not annoyed. He reaches behind him and gives your thigh a squeeze. “Okay. When I give the signal, cover your ears and don’t look.”

He turns his attention back at your stalker, who is glaring back at him, spouting crap about you belonging to him and that Mark is a fuckboy who doesn’t deserve you. That hits a nerve in your husband and he lifts his knee.

“Now, angel.”

With a single strike, the man’s brain and blood splatter on the walls and the floor.

When Mark realizes what he has done he swears under his breath and gently turns around so he could lift you up and carry you to the living room. “I should’ve done it more cleanly,” he says, wiping your tears away, “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll clean it up.”

You let out a laugh and bury your nose in his chest. Protective arms cover your shoulders as Mark kisses the top of your head. He holds you like he’s afraid that you would disappear. He hates to say it but that asshole was right, you deserve everything. He should’ve been better. Should’ve done more.

head cap, mohawk, SHIESTY

Unlike the aforementioned variants, he didn’t wait for the harassment to escalate. When he identified the man who had been sending you those sickening notes, Mark wasted no time in grabbing him when no one was looking. Brought the sicko to an abandoned cabin deep, deep, deep in the woods somewhere on the other side of the world. Mark doesn’t like being away from you for too long, so he tries to work fast. 

Mark tries to act cool when he plays with his newest victim. But the fucker keeps calling you pet names and slurs, even sharing his deepest fantasies about you. So Mark rips out his tongue, then his arms and legs, and watches him bleed, all while sharing precious memories you two made together. 

sinister, no goggles

image lifted from: https://gamerant.com/invincible-all-alternate-dimension-invincibles-fates/

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[bamfkeeper]

Beautiful Devil

RQ: 'Hi, I have a request: a fic about NightcrawlerxFem!Reader, Beauty and the beast AU, starting it like the fairytale (Reader decide to sacrifice herself for her father because the scared man THINK the mysteriuos blue creature ask him to bring one of his daughters in his place). Maybe in the finale you can add the mob attacking the castle like in the episode of the '90 serie, with Graydon Creed guiding the mob (you can't look at that man and don't think he's a variant of Gaston). Just don't turn Kurt into a human, I love our fuzzy Elf. Thanks!' - @historygirl93

Warnings: F!reader, some violence, minor character death. Unedited.

A/N: I think this is a cute idea, I love the story. I don't see how Kurt could ever be viewed as 'beastly' he's too sweet. The fairytale is a longer story and involving all the details would take me a long time to write, so I did what I could to get the idea of the story across. I did my best, it was slightly challenging, and I changed just a few details just because I thought it would be better for the story.

WC: 2.2k

The village held such a prejudice against the blue demon who lived in the abandoned church. Rumors of yellow glowing eyes and a shadow with a devil's tail flicking in the dark, crawling on the walls like a hellish insect. A monster, the children of the village feared him just as much as the adults, whom had weapons ready to kill if he dared leave the cathedral.

Your father was highly religious. He wanted to banish the devil from the church once and for all, to purify the holy ground, but believed that only a sacrifice would satisfy the creature. You were horrified at first, being so helplessly given away as a sacrifice, you were the lamb that was about to be beheaded for no reason.

Upon being abandoned at the cathedral, surrounded by the harsh cold and snow, you thought you'd freeze to death. To your initial horror and surprise, the devil appeared. He flashed in front of you in black and purple smoke, like they rose from the ashes of Hell. You were far too tired and exhausted, so before you knew it, your body was wrapped and you were inside.

You felt the warmth of the fire inside the stone furnace, you sat up and watched the orange flames dance quietly while the blanket remained wrapped around your drenched form. The snow melted away and left you wet and still somewhat cold. But you were at least inside...

Once you regained enough bearings, you looked around for the devil, wondering where he was and what he was going to do to you. You felt fearful, your mind having heavy thoughts invading your mind of horrific treatment. While you searched the dark room, you saw his eyes peering to you from the darkest corner, tiny irises of gold staring through your soul.

"It's you..." your voice muttered out quietly, "You're the devil." Your hushed tone made him tilt his head slightly, he slowly walked around the wall, the far shadows hiding most of him.

"Nein...I am no Teufel..." he spoke back, his voice was even and not nearly as intimidating as you thought it would be. "I was born like this. But I am no demon." He stepped closer as he spoke to you, his appearance becoming more visible in the firelight. He had blue skin and sharp teeth like the villagers said, a long tail with a devil's spade, sharp nails and pointed ears...

"You look like one," you shakily retorted, still on edge of what his intentions were and you weren't about to fall victim without a fight. He only chuckled back, empty and somewhat...sad.

"I know."

He sat down near you, a few feet away, looking at you and slowly giving a smile, trying to be friendly. "I won't hurt you, I wouldn't ever." He paused, then continued, "Besides, a demon cannot step inside a church." He reasoned, holding out a three fingered hand to you. "Hab keine Angst."

You were cautious, but after seeing he wasn't nearly as horrifying as the town made him seem, you reached out and touched his hand. His skin was warm, he was fluffy. He felt like soft velvet, not like cold scaled skin you had been told was the skin of the devil.

Over the following weeks, you became closer to each other. You warmed up quickly after his efforts to try to appear not so scary, and once you spoke more often, he was actually very sweet and kind. You watched him feed birds and squirrels, holding the seeds in his palms and speaking to the birds as if they could understand him.

His favorites were the blue jays.

He showed you the cathedral, leading you through the massive church and showing you around. He showed you the library with lots of books along the walls, the studio where old paints and canvases were. He gave you plenty of things to do, and he provided you with good food, a large space to sleep, he treated you well. He was kind and sweet and...attractive.

You couldn't help but feel yourself get pulled towards him. Feel yourself get swept up by his chivalry and charm. He showed off in front of you, entertaining you with his skills as an acrobat and swordsman, he even let you try to swing one of his swords.

It was much heavier than you thought, making his skills all the more impressive.

You got word that your father had fallen very ill, and you wanted to see him. Kurt didn't want you to leave, scared you'd never return again. He held your hands and looked at you in the eye, his worry etched on his face. "You won't abandon me, will you?" he asks softly, "I don't wish for you to go..." he brings your hand up to his cheek, rubbing his face into your palm.

Your heart melts and you sigh, "I promise I'll come back. I just...want to make sure my father is okay..." you whisper back. You knew how he felt, being abandoned was one of his biggest fears. All he had been in his life was abandoned, by his mother, this town, sometimes he felt as though God himself has abandoned him.

With great reluctance, he let go and you rushed back into the village, desperate to see your sickly father. You were still angry he left you to die, but he was still your father. When you made it back, you came to his bedside and saw how terrible he looked. You had no idea what he had, but he looked on the verge of death.

Word got loose that you were in the town, somehow surviving the 'demon' who resided in the abandoned church. The town's greatest 'champion,' Graydon, nearly stormed up to your home and forced his way in. His voice loud and demanding, he as angry and furious with you.

The vile man had attempted to court you before. You always denied him. Why would you want to be with someone as crude and hateful as Graydon?

"How did you escape that wretched demon?" he demanded, yanking you from your father's bedside. He held your arm tight and stared at you with fury in his eyes. "That beastly creature will invade our town because of you! You were his sacrifice! Leaving signifies that the deal is broken! You've doomed all of us!"

Your eyes were wide as he basically screamed in your face, his cool was gone and he looked like he wanted to hurt you. You tugged against his strong hold, grunting as you tried to get free. "He's not a monster, or a demon! He's just a man!" You shouted back, "He's kind, gentle, he wouldn't hurt a soul!"

Graydon laughed at you, yanking you closer again. "You are lucky you are pretty, girl...you are such a naïve little thing. That devil is evil, and you have succumbed to his incubi ways. Don't worry, I'll make sure I fix that little head of yours up and rid you of the corruption he has brought upon you."

He threw you down, you hit your head and everything became a hazy mess. You heard his footsteps leave, his heavy boots hitting the old wooden floors with anger. You tried to lift yourself up, but you hit your head too hard. The world was spinning around you, but you didn't want any harm to come to Kurt. Graydon was as ruthless as he was egotistical, and he was dead set on murdering Kurt. He always had been, telling tall tales of cutting off his head and hanging it over the statue in town square.

You could hear his voice, rallying the town and heading up the treacherous path to the abandoned cathedral. You felt your heart ache, your body fading to unconsciousness from the injury.

When you regained consciousness, your body ached but the thought of Graydon already at the church gave you a newfound form of energy. You jerked up, your father had been too weak and sick to help, while you worried for him, the memory of him giving you up to die was there. You had to make a choice, and your heart had been decided.

You needed to get to the church.

You stumbled out to the stables, your body staggering as your brain felt fuzzy and heavy. You probably had a concussion, but right now that wasn't important. You didn't have a horse of your own, you prayed that the one you made it to wouldn't buck you off. The stallion let out a soft nicker, you rubbed its neck, your hand weakly holding onto the mane and you forced your body to mount.

The horse moved a few steps, adjusting to your weight. No saddle, it'll have to do.

You squeezed your legs and held on, the horse moved forward and with your encouragement it began a steady gallop through the trail that led up to the church. The horse was fast and bareback was hard for you to hold on, especially with a head injury. the horse sensed your wavering weight and tried to steady its run.

Over the hill was the church, and the stallion ran you right inside the broken down doors. You heard loud shouting, men fighting, and the sight that came to view was horrible.

Most of the men were down, unconscious, and Graydon was shooting arrows at Kurt, who had been disappearing in puffs of smoke, reappearing in other places. His yellow eyes blazed and he hissed at Graydon, landing kicks and punches to the larger man. You shouted at them to stop, but your voice fell on deaf ears.

The torches the other men had been carrying caught the tapestries and the flames eagerly began to eat the fabric and grow. The horse reared up, and you fell off its back as it ran out of the church. You sat up and cried out at Graydon, "Stop it! Don't hurt him! Can't you see what you're doing?!"

Kurt's teleporting soon became predictable, Graydon memorized the pattern and he shot an arrow into Kurt's leg right as he reappeared again. Kurt let out a strangled cry, stumbling from the beams and to the ground. By now the flames had consumed the entire room, smoke became thick and Graydon towered over Kurt's body. His eyes reflecting the fire, his face red and his hair a mess. He looked like the devil now, the fire only adding to his hellish desires to smite out Kurt's existence.

"Die, I cast you down to the pits of Hell where you belong!" Graydon tore a blade from his sheath, raising it above his head. But Kurt's eyes were focused on the burning wood above him, and he managed to teleport from that spot right as the wooden beams fell from the ceiling. Kurt reappeared by you, his fuzzy arms wrapped around yours as he teleported you outside. The last thing you saw in the church were the large beams falling onto Graydon's body, crushing him.

When you reappeared outside, you saw Kurt was hurt from the fight. He had two arrows in his body, one in his leg and one in his back, several lacerations from fighting the others and some parts of him had been burned. He let out a deep cough and he laid beside you, unresponsive.

"Kurt?? Kurt! Wake up!" You shook him, gently at first but it became more frantic when you noticed his lack of response. "Please get up!" You felt tears prick your eyes, your head swiveled around, looking for anyone to help. You weren't sure what to do, you felt hopeless. After you thought he was gone, his tail twitched at your side, gently curling up around your thigh weakly.

"Kurt??" You asked quickly, glancing down at him. You could see the exhaustion on his face, the weakness, but he nodded back. He gave you a weak smile, his yellow eyes soft and pure.

"Liebe..." he whispered back, his hand held yours and he pulled you closer. Your body naturally obeyed and you let your lips find his, both weakly pressing together as the two of you kissed for the first time. It felt so right, his hand cupped your face and his tail wrapped around you, being so weak but loving all at the same time.

You hadn't noticed the other townspeople had been watching from the trees, seeing how gentle and sweet you were to him. They could see that Kurt didn't resemble a creature of Hell like they thought, while he did seem odd looking, he didn't look to be horrific as they predicted. Their imaginations took over and the tall tales took over their logic.

When you broke the kiss, he smiled up at you. "You....came back..." he rasped, he was hurt still, but he was okay. He'd live. That's all you needed to know.

"Of course I came back...I told you I would..." you whispered sweetly, guilt gnawed at your core, "If I hadn't left then..."

Kurt cut you off, shushing you, "Nein, liebe...do not worry...the church can be rebuilt...I am going to be fine. What's another small scar? My fur will cover it anyway." He added, giving you a playful smile.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, "Oh, Kurt...don't make me laugh right now..." You muttered, some of the onlookers came to aid you in bringing him to the town to get treatment from the doctor there. You knew he'd be okay. The awful stories were debunked and the town appeared to accept him.

You had your love, safe and sound, and the real demon of the town had been snuffed to ash.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[markrosewater]

Maro’s “Look Inside the House”: A Duskmourn: House of Horrors Teaser

The new plane of Duskmourn is a perilous place, but if you can survive the horrors within you may come out stronger than ever. I’ve been there. I’ve seen the darkness and to that end, here are some hints of things to come – but will this information help or hinder your journey? Only time will tell. As with any good piece of horror media, you’re only receiving partial information and things are not always as they appear: 

 First up, here are some things you can expect:  

• A component of the set with a frame using technology first designed for an Un-set

• A tweak on an ability word that first appeared in the third set of a block

• Counters used in the set: +1/+1, -1/-1, finality, flying, lifelink, lore, loyalty, nest, possession, rev, stun, and time

• The first ability word to reference “second main phase”

• A 10/1 creature for UUU

• A variant on a mechanic that itself was a variant on another mechanic

• A modal three mana white mass removal spell

• A character returns as a legendary creature that first appeared in flavor text in Alpha

• A new ability word that cares about a card type and a (new) keyword action

• Creature tokens: 1/1 white Toy, 1/1 white Glimmer, 2/1 white Insect, 3/1 white Spirit, 4/4 white Beast, blue token copy, X/X blue Spirit, 2/2 black Horror, 6/6 black Demon, 1/1 red Gremlin, 1/1 red Balloon, 2/2 green Spider, 1/1 black and green Insect, and 0/0 green and blue Fractal

 Next, here are some rules text that will be showing up on cards:  

• “unlock a locked door”

• “Search your library for a Demon card,”

• “where X is the number of creatures you control with power 2 or less.”

• “Exile any number of target instant, sorcery, and/or Tamiyo planeswalker cards from your graveyard.”

• “The same is true for creature spells you control and creature cards you own that aren’t on the battlefield.”

• “You have no maximum hand size and don’t lose the game for having 0 or less life.”

• “Whenever you cast an instant or sorcery spell that targets only a single creature you control, copy that spell.”

• “Shards you control become copies of it until the beginning of the next end step.”

• “of creatures you control that don’t have the same name as this creature.”

• “(2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, and 31 are prime numbers.)”

 Here are some creature type lines from the set: 

• Creature – Human Doctor

• Creature – Kor Survivor

• Creature – Goat

• Creature – Shark

• Creature – Eye

• Creature – Fish Insect

• Artifact Creature – Monkey Toy

• Creature – Human Clown Berserker

• Legendary Creature – Elder Demon

• Legendary Creature – Rat Ninja Wizard

 Finally, here are some names in the set: 

• Acrobatic Cheerleader

• Don’t Make a Sound

• Exorcise

• Friendly Ghost

• Jump Scare

• Let’s Play a Game

• Meathook Massacre II

• Orphans of the Wheat

• Split Up

• Unsettling Twins

 Tune into Duskmourn’s Debut at 2pm PT, August 31 – streaming live from PAX West – where the House will finally reveal more of its secrets.

[velnna]

i’m ngl, i’m a big dnd nerd that was running out of high fantasy content to consume and then i stumbled upon your beloved comic. i just wanted to ask what your favorite worldbuilding decision is for utg and if you could pick dnd classes for any (all) of the characters, what they would be 👀

anyway, i hope you have so much good energy! all the good ideas and epiphanies and magnificent sketches to your heart’s desire ♥️

Oh yay thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it ☺️

There's two major world things that I'm really happy with and helped a bunch of things click into place I think

One has to do with the magic system, or rather how magic works in that world on a sort of... molecular level? People who've seen me do worldbuilding for a while know I'm cheeky about deriving stuff from physics and loosely drawing parallels here and there, and for the under garden I ended up making it so that a lot of magic runs on wave function interference. Kinda. So the "natural" state of things has its own wave frequencies and magic comes from unnatural frequencies being added into the mix causing shit to go weird

By extension deciding this also made it easier to understand why or how some things can detect magic (they'd pick up on the weird frequencies) AND how it's possible to have magic blocking devices (they emit destructive frequencies that nullify it). Does it fully make sense on a physical level? Not necessarily but I get giddy when I can visualise magic mechanics like this hehe

The other decision was to simplify our lineup of humanoid species from the original DnD esque basis, but in a way that allows us to have basically any humanoid appearance you can think of through a ✨mutation✨ cheatcode. We have two "elf" subspecies (basically the dark elf-like ppl and everyone else, including "dwarf" looking folk, etc) and then a species that technically derives from them (and they're all genetically compatible) that's characterised by having abnormal, often insect-like traits. There's no real limit to their phenotypes since their origin is magical and random in nature, and since they can mix with "normal" elves the degree of bugness varies.

Which means i can have insect people, reptile people, horns or hooves or tails or wings galore without needing to come up with a full background for each of these variants >:)c

ANYHOO sorry I get carried away rambling about these things. Class-wise, I only have claims for some characters who... may be yet to make a full appearance in the comic, and would actually fight:

^ Monk??? Not my first claim but after playing an actual monk the ki system started making a lot of sense

^ Lil' sorcerer u_u probably with a subclass or two but sorcerer would hold up as he grows older

^ I think warlock would work for her well enough. Not a perfect fit but I can see it with some homebrew tweaking

^ Ranger makes sense I feel, she becomes one with the avalanches

^ Barbarian.... barbarian/druid???? Uncharted territory here

^ Warlock but you haven't seen much of it yet.... soon.... (I'm actually so excited for her)

^ This one's easy I just snatched her straight from an old DnD game anyway. That's my rogue artificer babygirl

Anyhoo hope you enjoyed this ramble

[ribs-and-patches]

Scramble was a Skitter variant that could gain the abilities and properties of nearby bugs, however after a run in with Bonesaw she was robbed of her ability to revert any changes made by her power.

She came to this world with a purpose though, one she’d be willing to relinquish her last slivers of humanity for. Just another Taylor burning herself to nothing in service of a single minded goal.

She is joined and antagonised by Scuttle, a far less sensitive variant who has amassed an army of modified giant insects thanks to her world’s Panacea. She fully embraces her role as a parahuman warlord so concept of holding onto humanity so feverishly seems strange and moronic to her.

[wojakgallery]

are there any bug/insect wojaks

There are. My bad for taking forever to reply.

Title/Name: Bugs or insects or arachnids or wtv wojak collection (with GIF) Wojak Series:  Animal (Variants), Soyjak (Variants), Zoomer (Variant). Images by: Unknown Main Tag: Small Animal Wojaks

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[awstrck]

I felt forced with a gun to my head by the replies on my Cable!Son post so here is a snippet, lmk if you like it :)

BOOM.

The cave ruptured.

Chunks of ceiling crashed down on her workspace and the spit. Her fire snuffed out in a huff of dust and ash.

OH FUCK! Not my food—

Sand poured in like a flood, swallowing her cot, her gear, her half-finished portal device—everything. The only mercy was the backup meat still hanging across the cave.

Figures began landing one by one in the chaos, boots crunching against the stone.

“Well this is a shithole, but at least it’s got shade.”

“We did just plow through with dust and rubble—”

A piercing screech sliced through the cavern like a blade. The variants screamed, dropping like swatted flies, clutching their ears as they stumbled and collapsed. Static sang through their skulls.

And then she dropped down.

Like a ghost. Like a curse.

She landed in a crouch among them, eyes blazing with fury, electricity snapping at her fingertips.

“First, you attack my world,” she hissed. “Left hundreds—millions—dead.” Her voice rose with each word, venom sharp enough to cut steel. “And now you have the AUDACITY to wreck my cave—and RUIN. MY. FOOD?!”

She exploded forward, electricity bursting from her in a wild arc, the scent of ozone crackling through the air.

The wasp-looking one suddenly erupts into a twisted blend of pain and laughter.

“Fuuuuck, that’s gonna cost you one, babe.”

He wheezes the words out, still clutching his ears, but somehow he’s already rising—shaking off the shockwaves like they’re an inconvenience, not a warning.

And then—ZOOM.

A sonic blur.

Before she can blink, her vision jerks sideways, the air ripped clean from her lungs as a vice clamps around her throat. Her feet leave the ground. The cave blurs behind him. His face is right there—wild eyes lit with mania, teeth bared in a smile that’s way too wide.

“Not my first time with that sneaky little trick,” he snarls, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna knock us down—”

He tilts his head toward the others, still squirming and howling in the dust.

Pathetic.

A quiet click of his tongue.

“…Well. Me, I guess.”

His grin widens, nostrils flaring with delight at her attempt to free herself from his grip, and he tightens it while wandering his free hand up and down her form, "I honestly thought you had somehow escaped being caught in the portal." He murmurs, tilting his head with mock disappointment.

"Made me a little sad, though. I was just getting acquainted with your spinal cord." His lips curled into a pout.

His hand then slides down to her hipbone, "So then imagine my surprise when I see an insect zipping around, looking for scraps before scurrying back to her hole."

Then he grips.

Hard.

White-hot pain shoots through her side as his thumb digs into the joint like he’s threatening to pop it out of place. She cries out despite herself, knees buckling mid-air.

He moans, low and taunting, like her suffering is a song he’s been dying to hear.

"Now I know why he's obsessed with you."

A loud hiss erupts, taking his attention away from her as an unstable tear opens midair, the cave pulsing with unstable energy as an interdimensional rift claws itself into existence. The shockwave discs short out instantly, the variants on the floor groaning as the pain around them abruptly cuts off.

A hand shoots out first. Then a body follows, tumbling into the cave with unsteady footing before straightening up, widely looking around in confusion at the variants on the floor, and then his eyes lock onto Wasp, and the woman choking in his grip.

CRACK.

“Get the fuck away from my mom.”

Dust explodes around them. Sinister gasps—eyes wide, shocked, pinned.

(Y/N) drops to her knees, coughing, the sudden void of pressure in her throat a whiplash shock she can barely process.

"(S/N)!?"

[wittywords]

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

1. A hard, translucent fossilized resin, typically yellow, orange, or brown, used for jewellery and ornaments and also in perfumery and traditional medicine.

2. The colour of amber; a (translucent) yellowish-brown or golden colour.

3. figurative. Something which protects something else from disturbance or decay, or which serves to prevent change, movement, or development.

4. Flavoured or perfumed with ambergris; resembling or evoking the smell of ambergris.

5. Frequently with the. Designating an (alcoholic) drink of an amber or light brown colour. Now usually: spec. (chiefly Australian) designating beer, esp. lager. Often in amber fluid, amber liquid.

Words and phrases with "amber"

like a fly (also insect) in amber and variants- used of something permanently preserved, immobilized, or unchanging, or which is regarded as a curious relic of the past.

on (also at) amber: (of a set of traffic lights) showing an amber light; (hence figurative, of a person, proceeding, etc.): unable to progress; temporarily held up or held back.

amberada - Artificial amber used by Europeans for trading in West Africa.

amber alert - Originally Military. A warning that danger, or an emergency, is thought to be near but not actually imminent; an instruction to be prepared for an emergency; (on amber alert) an initial state of readiness to respond to an emergency.

Amber Alert - An announcement that alerts the public to a missing person (esp. an abducted child), disseminated via media broadcasts, electronic roadway signs, etc.; an emergency response system using such announcements.

amber-bush - The head of a young person, typified as a head of bushy, amber-coloured hair

amber-crowned - Having an amber-coloured crown; esp. having a crown of amber-coloured hair.

amber-dropping - That drips amber.

ambered - Originally: flavoured or perfumed with ambergris. Later also: resembling or evoking the smell of ambergris.

ambered sugar - Sugar flavoured with ambergris.

amber-fauna - The insects and other animals of which the remains are found in amber.

amber fishing - The action or practice of dredging for amber at the bottom of the ocean.

amber flora - 1. The plants from which amber is derived.

2. The plants of which the remains are found in amber.

amber forest - The prehistoric forest containing the trees from whose resin amber was formed.

amber gambler - A driver of a road vehicle who accelerates when the traffic lights change from green to amber (instead of stopping, as required by law), gambling that no vehicle will cross his or her path; a driver who starts off when the traffic lights show red and amber together, but not yet green.

ambergris - A wax-like substance having a brownish grey colour and a sweet earthy scent, formed as a natural secretion in the bile duct of sperm whales, and has long been used in perfumery.

amberiferous - Designating a rock or sedimentary deposit containing amber. Also: designating a region in which deposits of amber occur.

amberina .- A type of art glass, originally and chiefly manufactured in the United States in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, having a characteristic two-tone colour, shading from deep red at the top of the piece of glassware to pale amber at the bottom. Also (and in earliest use) more fully amberina glass.

ambering - The action or process of making something amber in colour. Also: the result of this; amber colouring.

amber light - 1. A yellow or amber warning light used to instruct traffic; esp. the middle of three lights in a set of traffic lights, serving as a warning that the signal is about to change to red (stop) or green (go); = yellow light

2. figurative and in figurative contexts. A cautionary indicator or signal; spec. (a) A warning of likely difficulties ahead, requiring heightened caution or vigilance; (b) qualified or tacit permission to proceed in a particular course of action

amber-locked - Having locks of amber-coloured hair.

amber nectar - An alcoholic drink of an amber colour. Now usually: spec. beer, esp. lager.

amber oil -A yellow liquid obtained by distilling amber or (in later use) another resin such as colophony.

amberous - Resembling amber in colour; (translucent) yellowish-brown or golden.

amber pear - A variety of pear said to have a small rounded shape with the scent of ambergris or the scent or flavour of musk (cf. ambrette)

amber plum - Any of several varieties of plum having either a musky flavour or golden skin or flesh.

amber pudding - An open pie or tart consisting of a pastry case with a filling of fruit or (occasionally) puréed, sweetened nuts, with a meringue topping.

amberseed - The fragrant seeds of the musk okra, Abelmoschus moschatus, used as a flavouring and in perfumery. Also called ambrette, musk seed.

amber tree - A prehistoric tree of the kind which produced the resin from which amber was formed.

amber varnish - Varnish made from amber or from a tree resin such as copal.

amber-weeping - That exudes resin; (usually) spec. (Greek Mythology) that weeps tears of amber.

ambery - Resembling amber in colour; (translucent) yellowish-brown or golden.

ambrology - The scientific study of amber.

Things amber often describes (“amber ________”)

eyes, hair, beads, light, glass, dropping, liquid, colour, tree, fish, varnish, fire, oil, bottles, waves, necklaces, brown, yellow, pendants, honey, ornaments, gold, malt, hue, deposits, clouds, glow, objects, glasses, sunlight, grease, satin, smiles, tint, tips, rays, filters, soul, shade, fluid, amulet, violet, wheat, dust, shadow, rosaries, lenses, jewelry, lamps, trinkets, coasts, sand

How amber often is described (“________ amber”)

dark, pale, clear, deep, red, golden, green, white, transparent, rich, pure, black, blue, bright, translucent, soft, warm, true, reddish, polished, fine, grey, thick, powdered, delicate, raw, olive, cloudy, burmese, precious, dull, fossil, burnt, pink, clouded, brilliant, opaque, cretaceous, gray, genuine, artificial, coral, finest, thin, crystal, faint

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