#zerna

[zernna]

Inspired by a conversation with Skeleion about Zim's zipper teeth, and how this joke is long overdue to make about them XD I wish this had been done in the series some time.

[clarktooncrossing]

On March 6th of last year I posted a collection of discarded drawings called DUMPSTER DUDELZ on deviantART, my way of making sure abandoned art would be seen. It hadn't been the first time I had compiled all of my leftovers together, 2013's Sketchapalooza ULTIMAtE acting as the original Clarktoon sketch dump before I made Sketch BOOMs a thing. The only difference this time was that all the artwork was original, Sketchapalooza including fan art of Queen La, Mickey Mouse, and Blue's Clues. With all the projects I start then never finished, I figured a compilation like this would be a perfect way to show what all doesn't make the final cut. Now with it being the dawn of a New Year, I decided to bring the idea back with a vengeance! That is until I saw how many scrapped scribbles I actually had. Unlike the previous DUMPSTER DUDELZ, which had amassed years worth of rejected content, this one comes at the end of a single year where most of my ideas managed to make it online. Heck, one of the sketches seen here actually was posted to deviantART before now. You know what I say to all that though? Screw it, let's post it anyway! Hopefully my posting all of this will usher in the beginning of a full, productive year of artwork. If not, I at least got to humiliate my good friend Volts48...

1) SPOOKY SCARY SEXY MASKED MANIAC Halloween is always a rough time for me, artistically. With Christmas taking up all of my focus I'm left unavailable to post anything for the second best Holiday of the year. Not that I ever stop trying, mind you. My goal for 2022 was to post a specially themed Sketch BOOM themed around the month of monsters, even managing to get one of my ideas down on paper. Said idea being my buddy Alec genderbent and dressed in a Virgin-Killer sweater as revenge for all the times he paid other artists to draw me with massive boobs or in frilly outfits. To any artist that has done that, rest assured I don't actually take any offense to it, I appreciate any fan work based of my characters regardless of how ridiculous. Besides, you at least draw she-me with clothes on, so there's that. This was just a silly excuse to put my friend in the exact same situation he puts me through as well the culmination of an old inside joke that even he forgot about. Back when I first started my Discord server I was very strict about what could be posted, so Alec made a big stink when my college buddy Alice2Rose posted a picture of one of these sweaters, my ignorance showing when I didn't even know what it was. Leave it to an anime weeb to detect a virgin killer a mile away. In any case, here's hoping the aftermath of my friend's long forgotten stink brings you some Halloween fun on this New Year's Day.

2) POLKA PUP, DOO DOO DA DOO DA DOO Yet another joke that culminated on my server, this time from my friend Void-Android. All throughout the last year the mechanized man was obsessed with posting comics and GIFs of puppy sharks, their precious lil' faces flooding my server like the world's cutest Sharnado. Seeing as my friend Finjix and I semi-frequently collaborate ideas for our own shark character Polka Shark, I figured it'd be fun to draw the fantastic, frantic fish as one of those peculiar house pets. The end result is an adorable abomination that'll annoy the carp out of his friend Striped Starfish.

Striped Starfish: Just what I needed; Polka with legs. There goes my plans of washing ashore and dying of heat stroke.

For those wanting more of Polka Shark's absurd under-sea antics, go check out SIM-N's gallery on deviantART. For now though I hope you all enjoy Polka Pup more than the Starfish did.

3) The Mummy of 3K, Queen Emoteph Like I said at the beginning, I had completely forgotten about having already posted this sketch of ERN-E's girlfriend and Yas Queen of the year 3000 EMIL-E as a Mummy. The idea comes from my repeated attempts to bring back the Monster 3K Pin Ups that SIM-N and I used to do for Halloween, Emoteph being brought back from our initial run from 2015. Alas, all that came from this was this admittedly awesome sketch. Fingers crossed I get to take this idea to its fullest extent next year, ERN-E opening a tomb to find the hottest Mummy ever found by man or machine.

ERN-E: That is one fresh-looking corpse... EMIL-E: You're not too bad looking yourself, big guy.

4) ERN-E X EMIL-E Speaking of the Clarktooniverse's first couple, here we have ERN-E and EMIL-E in some slightly updated designs. After years of making his eyes one big screen, I finally decided to give ERN-E more human-like eyes for ease of expression. Em herself didn't get much of an upgrade, but a sketch of ERN-E alone felt naked without his best girl by his side. Here's hoping I get to draw more of these two together in the future.

5) LET'S DANCE AT WHIMSYLAND Okay, this one's definitely needs an explanation. 2022 saw me make my fourth pilgrimage to Disney World to meet up with my friend @the-pale-servant / @agathe-the-smol, despite my vow to not visit the park until Bob Chapek was fired. I have made it no secret how much I despised the bald-headed, brain-dead, creatively bankrupt loser in charge of the Disney during his tenure, his treatment of the Disney Parks being a key factor. Whereas most people saw the parks as a magical wonderland always ready to be expanded and improved, Bob saw it as a money-printing machine he could run raged without a break. It was disgusting. This was most evident when Jart and I got stuck on four different rides, often times more than once. Though to be fair, we still had an amazing time while there! Still, my continued cynicism against the state of my favorite place on Earth wasn't getting any healthier, so I decided to express my contempt creatively. Welcome to Whimsyland, a theme park opened in 1962 by Matt Whimsy as a celebration of the human spirit and endless imagination. Here you could meet Fred Fox, the company's cartoon mascot currently exiling himself to the Park in response to how the CEO's handling Matt's business. Fred is my Mickey stand-in, though unlike Mickey he makes it clear he hears fan complaints and hates being depicted as the villain. Dancing the charleston beside him is Fiona Fox, cartoon fashion icon that the current CEO keeps exploiting, though Fiona at least uses this to her advantage by continuing to inspire young girls. Along with the rest of my currently in development cast, Whimsyland might become the most perkiest place on the planet once more. Until then, we can at least enjoy these two characters dancing to this.

In case you're wondering why I never posted this, you can thank my questionable coloring choices for that. The orange coloring on Freddy feels fine, but the same can't be said for Fiona's fur color nor for their attire. Like I said, this idea's still a WIP.

6) SOMETHING IN THE WAY, OWL DUDE IN THE RAIN Poor Owl Dude, I don't draw him nearly as much as I should. Luckily, the new story ideas I have in mind with him should help fix that. And no, SIM-N, none of them involve a stove!

7) SAURA, EXPERIMENTAL SKETCH If any Clarktoons dominated a majority of my thoughts this year it would be Fred Fox and Saura, my teenage heroine with the power of transforming into a hyper-evolved dinosaur warrior. Helping matters was the fact that Alec got interested in the idea, collaborating with me on certain elements of her story while also commissioning our friend @zernna to draw her every chance he got. For the record Zerna, I plan on releasing a colored reference of Ms. Bosewick here sometime this year, so if we pay you to draw her again you'll know exactly what she looks like. But first I decided to experiment a little, adding details to Saura's design that ultimately won't be a part of her end design. A rule with character designs in cartoons is that the more lines and details you add, the older a character looks, which is what I felt was the major problem was here. With any luck, Saura's finalized design will look plenty bad@$$ without making her look like an actual fossil.

8) POST-BUMPER: ORIGINS Earlier this year I decided to make myself some mailing labels with Bumper on them, quickly drawing Crocie's adorable little ghost buddy as a mailman. The end result looked mighty cute, ignoring how the post officer used another mailing label to cover up mine. Turns out there's somebody in the world who doesn't find the floating marshmallow cute after all. Weird, right?

And for those of you wishing to see what the end product looked like:

9) FRED FOX Surprising as it sounds, it took me a few tries before settling on Fred Fox as the Whimsyland mascot. My goal was to create a rubberhose character in the same vein as Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, Felix the Cat, Bendy, and the Cupheads, while also making it unmistakably my own. So at first I tried a turtle, only to quickly realize that wouldn't be as cute or charming as intended. Next I tried an elephant, which admittedly looked better, but for whatever reason that didn't work with me either. Finally I settled on a fox with a Boston accent named after a running joke from the Angry Video Game Nerd and the rest was history. 

10) CHIBIZOWA What you're currently looking at is not the Clarktooniverse's answer to King Ghidora. At least, not at the moment, anyway. All throughout 2022 I had intended on drawing birthday pictures for my friends online, including Zerna, someone who has very kindly drawn a lot of my characters over the last few years. What I had planned for her birthday was a sketch of her girlfriend murd3r3r being dragged to the mall by my mechanized mercenary Candy Banger to find the ultimate birthday present, Coco not being accustomed to the violence Candy brings to any situation. In the end, thanks to some advice I got from Alec, a worn-out Coco gets Zerna a three-headed dragon plushtoy named Chibizowa with Candy giving a thumbs up from the window so the two could have a cute moment together. Now for all of you wondering why I didn't end up making this adorable-sounding gift pic, there's a lot of factors that went into it. The first being time, something I am terrible at managing. The second was not knowing enough about Coco, having to go off what I saw in the pics posted in Zerna's gallery. I didn't want to assume what her personality was like, I'm terribly shy by nature, and matters weren't helped by her own lack of art depicting her aliensona. It's why I'm jumping on Zerna's band wagon by telling you gremlins to hound her for sona designs/more art!! >:'0 For now though, I hope you all enjoy this sketch. Who knows, maybe on day I'll end up making the planned present a reality.

11) ONE LAST FRED FOX And that's all she wrote.... OR IS IT!?

Not included with the DUMPSTER DUDELZ were these two random sketches based on the musical Twisted, which my friend Alec finally convinced me to check out this year. I enjoyed it immensely, even buying the soundtrack and digital recording of the show before drawing their Jafar in the same style as the original Aladdin. Turns out you can make this character look sympathetic. No doubt he'll have a good 2023 as will all of you! That is if you keep dreaming a little harder...

[videomessiah]

Dr. Caligari (1989)

[qloof]

Starlight, star bright Every night you're dimmer, have you finally fell?

[moviesandmania]

DR. CALIGARI (1989) Reviews of surreal comedic sci-fi horror

Dr. Caligari is a 1989 American comedic sci-fi horror film in which the granddaughter of an infamous doctor experiments with hormone and shock therapies at her asylum for the insane. It was intended as a bizarre semi-sequel to the German Expressionist silent classic The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920). Directed by Stephen Sayadian (Night Dreams) from a screenplay co-written with Jerry Stahl. The…

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

So, after receiving this ask from dear @boowoomp, asking me about any new AU I can give a sneak peek of, I decided to share a tiiiiny WIP of an AU I have been working on and off in the past year or so, and one of the dearest to my heart.

I took great inspiration and some terminology from G.R.R.Martin "A Song of Ice and Fire" books and from the Arthurian Legends I so much adore, and as I said, this is incredibly self-indulgent, but it's an AU that means so so so SO much to me.

So, allow me to share with you a WIP of "The Dragon Queen".

I hope you will like it! <3

(....)“Where is my cousin?” Byron heard the young Phillip ask. As he entered the room, with his imperious strut and haughty gaze, the older man couldn’t stop but think of how different he was from the young Princess. No, The Young Queen, as now that was her title.

“Her Majesty is asleep, thank the Gods,” he answered briskly. Dorothea had been his ward ever since her father and mother passed, caught in an ambush at the beginning of the war, and each day the Northman felt the responsibility for her well-being. She was his Queen, the Sovereign to whom he had sworn his sword and shield, but she was more than that: he had cared about her ever since she was a child, and now, each time he looked at her, he always saw a daughter - his daughter- not just the Ruler of Camelot. “Should we awake her? The Ironborn is bound north as we speak.” Byron shook his head, trying to hide the cursed weariness that had been threatening to take over him in the past few days. “Let her rest, Lord Phillip. She hardly had any sleep ever since the Borgias’ message reached us. You and I will be there to welcome the Protector of the Realm,” “So…the war is coming to us then?” Byron clenched his jaw, involuntarily. “As much as I hate to think about it, the war is coming to Camelot. The Scarred man will stop at nothing, this time around. He has already taken over the realm of The Magnificent, and the Siblings in Hellas are holding their ground, but I don’t know for how longer.” “We would be lucky if we were to have soldiers like the Spartan Furies in our ranks,” Phillip said, a thread of hope in his words. Byron turned to look at the young man standing next to him: He was barely older than the Queen, and much like her, he had never experienced war before. A Child of Spring, he was, and despite the thick beard he had grown in the past year, Byron could only see the young child that oftentimes tried to quarrel with the knights of the Queensgards. His eyes said more than he wanted to. He could try to hide it, but he was afraid. Byron sighed, resigned more than anything else. Then, he spoke again. “I will be fighting on the front line. The Ironborn shall come and bring his wrath upon them all. We shall not surrender this city to the Scarred Man. He shall NEVER land his hands on Camelot. So long the Queen shall reign -so long a Pendragon shall reign- the Kingdom will not fall,”

(...........................)

Ashes and smoke.

It was all Dorothea could see in front of her, amidst the snow that had started to fall from the heavy clouds above them. The smoke coming from the burning around them was so thick, it appeared as a cloud too.

The smell of brimstone and sulfur filled the air around her, an air so still, so silent, it seemed frozen in time.

The thundering sound of flapping wings and the shrieks of the Banes pierced that silence, rendering the whole scene even more surreal, if not for the wailing of the thousands of people running below, a hoard of souls miserably deluded that they could ever outrun the dragons hovering above them, delusional they could survive what was about to happen.

Queen Dorothea was soaring the Scarred Man City, a town perched on top of a hill that oversaw the harbour beneath them, her own army secured and away outside the walls of the citadel, but she could not see far beyond the dragon’s powerful body, her eyes filled with tears of wrath and pain.

She felt Zernas’ and the Ironborn’s presence at her left, Aldebaran’s and the Leviathan’s at her right, standing by, awaiting a signal from her on what to do next.

Morgenstern flapped his wings with impatience and irritation, snapping his jaws with a deafening sound, barely controlled and reined in by Dorothea’s own willpower.

The Queen’s will had always been absolute, her control of her dragon, her companion since birth, impossible to break. Much like the Bane of the Mediterranean, the Black Dread’s mind was forever bonded to that of his rider, so that no one would ever control him.

Dorothea’s will had always been adamant, immovable, and so was Morgenstern’s.

Yet, she felt her fear and anguish creeping up on her, their cold fingers clutching around her heart, squeezing until all the blood had left her chest; and with that terror, that sufferance lingering in her soul, she felt her own control over Morgenstern slip away, as her mind flew back at the time Byron had told her about her parents’ death, the moment she had learned that she was completely alone in the world, on the verge of a war against something never seen before, ruling a kingdom she had not been ready to rule.

Alone.

Her hands clutched the saddle fastened between the dragon’s powerful wings, as her whole mind was pulled to the memories of the arrow that had pierced Sir Jacob’s chest, her loyal knight, her brave Champion…the only one that had managed to bring her smile back on her lips, like a warm ray of sun in the long summer days, after so many years of cold winter.

Her breath hitching in the back of her throat, she found herself almost drowning in her anguish, unable as she was to stop her tearless sobs, her eyes only seeing the tip of the arrow piercing his chest, with blood gushing out of the wound, staining his robe with that crimson colour that matched her House Sygil.

She had no idea if he would live or die. When she had left him in his tent, with her Maester beside him and her medallion, the only protection she had to give him, she had left not knowing if he would be still alive, on her return.

No matter how much she had wanted to stay with him, her army -her people- were awaiting for her, to bring that War to an end…and yet, the only thing her heart whispered about was her champion’s smile, the way he would come to her tent each night, without failure,to bid her goodnight …the way, whenever she retreated to rest, she would always find a flower laying on her pillow, and she knew it was him who had gifted it to her.

She had no idea if she would see him smiling at her another day, she didn’t know if she would ever hear his voice ringing in her ear again.

Another tearless sob left her chest, a grunt so strangled in her throat, she thought she was going to choke on her own pain.

Morgenstern roared and bellowed one more time, shaking his scaly head, snapping his mouth filled with fangs, biting the empty air.

“Jacob,” she thought, closing her eyes, wanting to see his lovely face smiling at her, trying to will away the vision of his pale cheeks, his lifeless face, the blood that had started to soak his robe.

But nothing worked.

Nothing willed that vision away.

Rage filled her heart, as she breathed through her teeth, her jaw clenched so tight she thought all her muscles would snap.

She glared one last time at the ground, at the soldiers that had caused her people to suffer. She glared at them as they ran to find refuge in the houses, and in one moment of lucidity, she couldn’t help but think about how they all looked like a herd of sheep. Sheep herded by the Scarred Man, the one that, along with the Borgias, had caused that insane war, the one that had put their entire world into chaos.

”You are a dragon,” she remembered Byron telling her, after her parents had died, to help her endure the pain. ”Dragons are not afraid of sheep. So, little one, be a dragon,”

Closing her eyes, she saw Jacob’s pale face once more, his sweet hazel eyes closed to the world, his wound, his shriek of agony branded in her mind forever.

That thought, she realized, broke something within her soul.

If that was going to be the last memory of him, she thought, opening her eyes once again, her gaze filled with bloodlust, she will show no mercy to the ones that took him away from her.

”Burn them all,”

*That was her command. Three simple words. A Death Sentence for everyone below.

”Burn them all,” she whispered, prompting Morgenstern to move.

” BURN. THEM. ALL.”she finally screamed at the top of her lungs, diving with her dragon to the ground, as Morgenstern let out an ear-deafening shriek, shooting a column of incandescent fire - the black flames of the Banes - to the city, burning all that was on its path.

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Dorothea let out a shriek, kicking and punching and thrashing against the thin silken sheet that was constricting her against the soft surface of her mattress.

When she opened her eyes, her breath syncopate as she tried to grasp for air, she saw the blurry colours of the stars twinkling above her, and the delicate scent of orange flowers filling her nostrils, her attention immediately torn away from her ceiling when she heard her dragon’s earsplitting cry reverberating in the air, all across the citadel.

She was in her own bed.

Not amidst the war; not on the back of her dragon; not about to burn an entire city to the ground;

She was in the safety of her own chambers.

It had been only a nightmare.

She buried her face in her hands, unable as she was to stop the tears and sobs. She felt as if she was choking on her own breath, her heart thrilling in her chest as she fought the instinct to call for someone -anyone - to help her escape the nightmare she constantly walked into whenever she closed her eyes.

Because, she knew, the nightmare had not been a nightmare at all.

Feeling the all-too familiar pressure build up in her chest, she threw the bed linen on the floor, and ran to grab her lantern and her medallion, forgetting her slippers, forgetting her robes, forgetting even her mask.

Pressing a small star made of a frozen dragon tear-one of the many that made up the mosaic on her wall- she heard the sound of grinding stone, as a secret passage opened behind the tapestry on the other side of the room.

Trembling like a leaf, she felt tears starting to fall the moment she crossed through the opening, only the sound of her sobs and her bare feet against the cold stone path to accompany her, as she kept the lantern in front of her to show her the way. She didn’t need it, not truly, but after her nightmare, she didn’t want to be in the darkness alone.

After running as fast as her legs allowed, she found the door she needed to open to feel safe again, and desperately knocked against it, hoping, praying that he was awake.

Waiting in the chilliness of the passage, she heard heavy footsteps approaching the hidden entrance, and the man she wanted to see opened it, the warm light of his room washing over her like a caress.

“Your Highness…” she heard Byron say, his green eyes looking at her, as he realized she was absolutely terrified.

What took him aback was seeing her distraught face in full, her freckled cheeks streaked by tears, a heartbreaking and shocking sight. Ever since she had turned eight years of age, the year in which she had been bestowed with the Mask of Virtue that she would have to wear until married, he had never seen her without it.

Byron tried to take away his gaze from her sweet features, he tried to adhere to the Royal Protocol as much as he could. But his instinct as father - his instinct as protector - took over everything else.

He brought his hands to her cheek, brushing away her tears with his thumbs as he cradled her face with love.

”Dorothea, what has happened?” he asked, furrowing his brow, as the young Sovereign threw herself in his arms, her shoulders shook by sobs. The Lord Commander of the Queensguard didn’t utter a single word, focusing all that he was on the young woman he had in his arms.

Dorothea took deep breath, inhaling his perfume, the same she always felt whenever he used to tutor her - a mixture smoke, resin, cinnamon and musk -, allowing herself to be completely enveloped by it as she gripped at his robe with white-knuckled hands. When she heard his voice humming, a soft sound reverberating from his ribcage to her own heart, she felt the clench on her chest relenting little by little, leaving place to a numbing calmness.

They stood like that for a little while, as Byron hummed her a sweet song, one that had been composed by Queen Annette long before Dorothea had been born.

A lullaby that spoke of forests and rivers, of dancing lights in the sky and eagles that flew higher than the snowy peaks of the mountains.

A song of home.

His voice, ever gentle, ever sweet, was all that she needed to find her way out of the fear that had been lingering on her; the beating of his heart - strong, steady, calming - was just as welcomed to her ears.

”What happened, Dora?” he finally asked again, caressing her long silvery blond hair with a gentle hand, while he kept her flush to himself with the other.

”The same nightmare, Byron,” she hiccuped, burying her nose against his chest, keeping her eyes closed . ”The same memory visiting me over and over and over again. Flames and ashes and death. I cannot take it anymore, it’s driving me insane,”

”Oh, child,” Byron’s grip around her grew tighter, as he kissed the top of her head. He didn’t need to know more to know what she had been dreaming about. ”You should have never entered the war directly,” he said with a bitter taste in his mouth. ”You should have never had to witness death up so close.” he sighed, shaking his head. ”You should have stayed behind, here, safe and sound and away from all that had happened. You should have let me and the Ironborn take care of it,"

”I couldn’t hide away in fear, while my people were dying. I couldn’t ignore their cry, their pleas. What kind of Monarch hides behind their stony walls, while their people are being massacred and slaughtered?”she whispered. She thought about Jacob, and how, had she not been with him that fatal day, how had her medallion not been around her neck, he would have probably died on the battlefield. Her heart clenched at the thought. Never. Not on her life. Not under her watchful eyes. No harm shall ever come to her Sir Jacob ever again. ”There was no other choice possible, Byron. I had to lead my men. I had to lead them to victory. I couldn’t let Camelot and all that we stand for fall under the Scarred Man,”

Byron didn’t answer, knowing that her words were true; still, despite his heartache in knowing that the spectre of war was still lingering on her, he couldn’t help but feel the brightest of pride at her words.

”Your words are wise, young one, and noble and true. I just wished that you didn’t have to see all that you saw on the battlefield,” he murmured. ”If it can be of any consolation, you have given House Pendragon honour. I am proud of who you have become,”

[t-hal-mothman]

ArtFight revenge on @zernna !!

Zerna!

if you don't want the picture to be published, write to me, I delete the post :D!

[pamtoto]

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don't ever touch my name. don't ever touch my numbers.

Emma Ruth Allaire Zerna Hellenna Omela Silliman Concepcion Mccallister 李

Anne Marie Cuaresma

Jessa Pavino

Alyssa Dibi Rusari

you're just a cheap desperate wannabe. don't ever f- with me. i ain't ever gonna let any mfer be me. ya heard?

I'll run you and yours into the ground.

~emma ruth mccallister

[silentspacenstuff]

My ArtFight 2023 pieces, Round 1:

Lourantis's Kimi and Crillia

fauxprince's Vera

Zerna's Flurry

[444names]

daedra names from tes + brythonic deities

Aaduu Aardeyan Abaidic Abatia Adriz Adunax Aedicker Aedright Aekenta Aezetor Agashlar Akhooro Aktaidilo Akvreemes Alhezoal Alvanim Amastaezai Amata Amblyr Amulazotho Anhata Anned Annus Antephri Anter Anulght Aphila Apoir Aponnus Aptonosed Aravelameh Arpnowbal Arwiner Atanchus Athaer Atiren Atouthaer Avekena Averkitas Avilit Avinge Azauaa Balazgoz Bannus Batronn Bazgonte Berncien Betra Bhazza Bhorasah Bligatiosh Blineeper Bodameta Bomaufth Bombre Borloth Braffa Brapoman Brols Bronsan Camalize Cammakar Camnati Cathxuu Catiom Cator Catriks Caudhool Ceral Cerbistra Chamezai Chamoah Charvestai Chaster Chculs Ciamezen Cidamarus Clarigibal Cociellu Contruulus Conyus Corazz Corroztus Creleo Crent Crosandamp Crunkyx Dadrina Danth Datae Datan Dayai Ddyla Ddylax Denshante Dentivus Deraz Dereer Devear Diame Dillu Djunn Dogorr Dogris Dollu Ducaus Dunotha Dynunta Ebiired Ebissmand Ebriasis Egasar Emvatirak Endosher Enkorai Epress Estaz Exxtos Fatrra Feper Fephiev Fephraf Feraten Fesunne Filfax Firag Firothef Flannarcha Flari Flera Fristorra Fritulz Frobb Froshaste Froth Furnius Furok Gands Ganna Gasgebruz Gaskaylaki Gataz Gedrolo Gheffis Gibran Gisha Glardha Glarduu Glarkatta Golsgus Grailaz Graveal Grayzar Grazan Gricol Grighel Grinaranez Grion Grogtrokso Grysen Gwakh Gythaaz Halora Hamnazai Harkynke Harudi Helagoon Hisonnald Hiventa Hivignar Hookaaffor Hyxesn Hzizzat Hzulfron Ibanedake Iberwolm Ibleeper Ibrisax Icechass Icocrat Icocrenlia Iculfria Ightmalita Igiluzaa Illame Inarura Indan Intsma Iovinth Iozzal Iredrexes Iristorch Ixall Ixtio Izudger Jachobber Janern Janorus Janrozuz Jericus Jerill Jovin Jroofa Jysters Kalarra Kalazuz Kaoseler Karin Katara Keffosedra Keterneden Kezaktirai Khealy Khedaerne Khezarr Khrok Kindagen Kixjovigat Kiznouta Kmolalhel Kmordunamo Kmoth Kohar Kohziloran Koters Kothezo Kothxus Kridratt Kringasal Krolam Kuphatio Kuxiverruz Lakunsa Lirex Lorin Luing Luxik Macerus Magryn Marowinath Marzt Mathira Menlazhar Menzoza Mepos Mergent Mezand Mezeld Mikar Mikerigh Mikhebis Miriel Mirrundran Moirin Morstel Mosetteper Motham Mulan Mynus Myset Namezing Nanoper Nazai Nedrolgus Nekel Nexia Niaal Niaaz Nizumi Nochekh Nzeda Ofang Ogassolaw Ogdaekat Ogdag Olfresulde Olgothoth Orchoth Ormelo Orrax Ozailix Ozozackpon Ozozers Ozzaa Ozzacer Packix Paeceh Paechaeo Pamenzeles Parver Paylag Peemarruz Phallux Phirosuu Phran Phriz Plamoatard Plosel Ponyiel Prath Pratuk Racewauaal Railvelard Raina Ralgatak Rayerkah Renlazen Rhaeda Rhaer Rhart Rolfalia Rorigol Rosum Rukha Rusainma Rykke Satagros Satevourn Screnth Segad Segash Senevorus Shihnaz Shlagruug Shody Shogtrooke Shrucelm Sianclor Sithdan Skenod Skoen Skour Skris Skruz Slara Smice Snackel Sokon Solamne Solof Sonsharch Soshote Sosus Sotand Soulub Spifeyr Spirgen Squal Squar Starfle Stazaliner Stazenuzu Stora Storraz Stoulgus Sullutull Surti Suume Tagolokel Tagothis Tarruum Tasko Tatorrus Thalgata Thassak Tincim Tindatest Tirhark Tisoler Toblekaa Toreer Toshax Tyknirayai Tysin Ugshyxen Ukheaneze Ukher Ukhettas Ukkaltab Ulfristel Ulgorvent Uluxorro Unamehriz Unowbarraz Utenezati Velighor Velis Venan Venter Verskess Vetras Vicubri Vightrynha Viria Vocida Vonzozu Voris Voronah Vrelaxu Vright Vroornus Vruzur Vyrateecla Wadring Watukh Watukhatio Whidreh Whilorud Wilqoth Winne Withearus Wolad Xalianis Xalkoth Xevor Xevora Xieli Xikhearas Xistasa Xoboloper Xorim Xormbs Xothruz Xvith Xykalgata Xyknilk Xynedunkx Xyner Xynkazet Xyras Yggarkitne Ykkhagorde Zancer Zancle Zanemal Zazapontre Zedrachue Zerna Zetar Zexamet Zondebis Zozaveloth Zuntatu Zyngede

[zernna]

Real thing I got from a Hanzo, one game, as I watched him side-shuffle along in the open for most of the game, squinting down his sights at the oncoming enemy team--then get hit and do a spectacular ragdoll cartwheel off into the nearest frozen yoghurt storefront.

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Commission for cheekythalia and Zerna from DeviantArt

[amlan47]

Áine of Knockainy, Ain Cliach, Ain of the Light, Áine N’Chliar, Ain Cliar the Bright

Áine (ON-ya) is an Irish Goddess of summer, love, protection, fertility, wealth and sovereignty.

In her role of Moon Goddess, she guards livestock, crops, and cattle.

In her role as Sun Goddess, she could take the form of ‘Lair Derg’, a red mare that no one could outrun, in order to walk among her people.

Also known as a Faery Queen and Love Goddess, she has been known by other names such as the Lady of the Lake, the Goddess of the Earth and Nature, the Goddess of Luck and Magick, and Leanan Sidhe (“Sweetheart of the Sidhe”).

Áine is thought to mean “brightness, glow, joy, radiance, splendour, glory, fame”.

She is associated with Midsummer (Litha, Summer Solstice), however also has sacred days following Lughnasadh.

She is associated with the Sun and Moon, the element Air, the direction South West, and one of the sacred herbs of Druids, Meadowsweet.

Her sacred animals are the red mare, rabbit, and swan.

She is associated with the Irish Province of Munster, specifically County Limerick, where the hill of Knockainy (Cnoc Áine) is found.

Áine is thought to be the daughter of King Eógabail/Eoghanach, a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann and the foster son of the sea god Manannan Mac Lir.  However, other legends claim that she was married to Manannan Mac Lir.  Other sources state that she is the daughter of the Dagda and sister to Brigid.Áine is thought to be the sister of Aillen and/or Fennen (Finnen/Fenne/Fennel).She is also thought to be the sister of Grian (Grainne), with Áine ruling over the light half of the year and Grian ruling over the dark.  However Grian could also be another aspect of Áine.Áine is sometimes mistaken for the Mother Goddess Danu, who is known regionally as Anu.

Áine was also known as a Love Goddess, and people would worship her in the hope that she might bestow sexuality, fertility, abundance and prosperity upon them.Through her many relationships with human men, she is thought that she gave birth to a magical Faerie-Human race, which is how she gained her name as Queen of the Faeries.One of the myths surrounding Áine describes how she sat in her birthing chair on Lughnasadh and gave birth to a sheave of grain. It is believed that by performing that act, Áine gave the gift of grain to the people of Ireland.

Many stories exist regarding Áine and her mortal lovers.  It is said that Gerald, Earl of Desmond, once stole Áine’s cloak while she swam in a river, and would not return it to her until she agreed to marry him.Their son was Geroid Iarla, known as The Magician.  Áine made a deal with the Earl that he would never be surprised by anything her son did, however after performing a superhuman deed, the Earl was surprised, and Áine was free to return to the fairies (sidhe).In other stories, Áine is the unwilling wife of Geroid Iarla, and ends up turning him into a goose or killing him (or both).Another myth describes how Áine was raped by the King of Munster, Ailill Aulom, which led to Áine biting off his ear.  By biting off his ear, Áine deemed Ailill unfit to be king due to his disfigurement.From all her aspects it is shown that Áine was not a deity to offend, if crossed she could have coined the phrase “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”.

~EmmaRuth Allaire Zerna Concepción [emmeranne] {ruti of beruti)

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I never even showed you guys the commission I got from Zerna 

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Mayblade Day 9 - Ice Cream

i tried changing acec's outfit a little bit but it still looks funny adjdjjd i'll try again another day

[naturecopy]

🔥A tiger’s tongue is so coarse, it can lick flesh to the bone. Photo: Tony Zerna