FFXV OST – Assassin’s Festival: Battle Theme – had me think about alot for my assassin boy Zinc so much its starting to get to fit with him when i spam listen to the ost ashgdakdf
Oh my gg– yes…all of my yes, anon. Especially that Cubone HC…that’s so heartbreaking yet so adorable??? Imagine them meeting each other for the first time and just their little Cubones being their icebreaker…gah, I love it so much.
I’ve dabbled here and there for Pokemon teams for each OVW character but I never really put a lot of thought into it. I don’t really do the whole ‘Team comp’ thing and most of my teams for non Pokemon characters are based on aesthetics/personality.
Sombra’s Pokemon as a result are mysterious, playful, or solitary.
McCree’s are strong, loyal, friendly, and or the lone-wolf type.
The Volcano Lynel. Extremely rare and tough, this variant dwells in places where regular Lynels don’t usually go, such as vast underground caves inside the Death Mountain; but it might also inhabit some unexplored areas of the Gerudo Desert.
Aside from its much different body type, more feline than equine, and its horns and fangs being much larger than its fellow creatures, this terrifying Lynel wields unknown weapons and… it is said to exclusively fire bomb arrows with its bow.
Its appearance might oddly remind you of something… but there seems to be no way to find any memory related to this monster here in Hyrule.
Long time no..anything huh guys? Sorry I’ve been MIA, it’s been a heck of a year. I’ll be doing a mass upload of some pieces throughout the months I’ve been gone and start being active again here as well as Twitter and FA
You lived so deep among the trees that visitors were rare. Well, human visitors at least. You had gotten to know plenty of magical creatures that also called the forest home, fairies of all kinds, the occasional elf, two satyr brothers that lived not to far from you (with the only other human here being thier wife), even the occasional elf.
And the centaurs.
There was a small village of them, living somewhere in Faun Forest. They roamed the land, hunting and harvesting and rarely interacting with other creatures. Centuars were such proud things, always looking down on everyone else. You understood it to an extent, they were terribly lovely…Especially Taranis.
He was small for a centaur, but strong too. His upper half was that of a dark skinned man, with a long black braid and deep brown eyes. His chest and arms sported intricate tattoos and he always had a quiver strapped to his back. The lower half was that of a dark brown horse, with white spots decorating the hindquarters and a long black tail. He was fast, one of the best hunters, and the most daring of the herd.
Maybe that was why he would talk to you, daring to do what the other centaurs would not. Or maybe he just liked to make you flustered.
“Human!”
You looked up from your vegetable garden, pushing away strands of hair.
“Hello, Taranis. What brings you to this neck of the woods?” You asked pleasantly.
“We’re fishing over by the river and I thought I would go for a run.” He replied.
A “run” apparently meant strolling over to your house and teasing you endlessly. You blushed at nearly all of his comments, wondering why this centaur was paying so much attention to you…and you kept wondering it too because Taranis kept coming back.
And not only does he continue to flirt, he starts bringing you gifts. A necklace with carved wooden beads, pressed flowers like you’ve never seen before, food he found around the forest. It was almost getting to be too much! It was late one evening and you were enjoying the last moments before a coming rainfall.
“Y/N!”
Taranis was galloping towards your cottage and fast too, a strange look on his face.
“We have to go. Come with me!”
He grabbed your hand and little too hard, pulling you towards him.
“T-Taranis! What’s going on?” You ask, pulling away.
“This is no normal storm. This is ancient magic. Everyone else has already fled, we need to get to safety.”
“But…where will I go? Humans are not permitted on your land.”
Assuring that he had already thought of that, Taranis asked you to come with him once more, telling you to ride on his back. It was an honor, being allowed to ride a centaur, and…you could tell that he was worried. So you agreed. You rode through the forest faster then you ever thought you could go, soon reaching a large cave.
“Here. Magic protects this place.” Taranis explained, entering the darkness.
Light soon filled it though and you saw warm beds and a cracklings fire, a supply of food and other necessities. It was cozy and warm, safe from the now crashing thunder. You leaped off of his back, smiling at the centaur.
“Thank you.”
He shook his head, placing his quiver and bow away.
“You don’t need to thank me. You needed to be brought to safety, to be warned.”
“And yet…you were the only one who was willing. You separated from the herd to do this you know…why?”
“Why?” He questioned.
“Why are you do kind to me? Most creatures here don’t care about one human. But you always go out of your way to show me kindness and now you’re protecting me. So, yes, why.”
“Taranis grinned, reaching out to you. His warm hand reached beneath your chin and lifted a little, making you look him in the eye.
“I have no idea why. I’ve been trying to figure this all out but…Y/N, I think you managed to steal my heart.”
“Oh?”
“Stealing from a centaur is a great mistake, you know. By doing so, you’ve agreed to work off a hefty dept…”
“And how can I do that?” You asked sweetly.
“Hmm…”
Taranis leaned low, stealing a kiss from your lips. It was warm and exciting and, oh, you wanted more.
“I few million of these might work.” He whispered, just barely pulling away from your lips.
“Then I had better get started.” You replied.
You kissed once more, neither of you caring about anything else in this moment. The rest of the world could wait until tomorrow but for now…it was just you and him and another perfect kiss.
Thank god the thunder god was in a foul mood…
💛🌼 Fae Week continues! I do love centaurs, definitely need to write more of them in the future…🌼💛
You never have until now, though groups of them had been coming close to your town recently. They were a strong and often war like race and the land you lived on had once belonged to them. It was a miserable little town, dry and ugly, but they wanted it back and had been scaring your neighbors.
Maybe that’s why they had captured this one, to send a message to the others.
He was…beautiful.
His top half had dark brown skin and eyes so brown they were almost black. His hair was long, tied into a neat braid. He had tattoos across both biceps, black ink shining on hisx built arms. His lower half was just as lovely, the body of a beautiful mustang with strong legs and a long tail.
He was absolutely beautiful, you throught.
And he was fighting back, pulling at the ropes and shouting insults you couldn’t understand. The people around him jeered and attacked but you…stayed away. You always stayed away. Though you lived in the town, it was on the outskirts and away from the others.
They didn’t like you.
They never had, whispering behind your back as you walked through the dusty streets, your nose in a book. Any attempt to make friends ended badly so you just stopped trying.
You simply stayed away, like they wanted.
Watching in the shadows as they bound him between two poles in the middle of the town. He pulled and fought and spit at the people around him, but he was unable to break free.
“No food! No water! Nothing until his kind agree to our terms!” The general shouted.
General Cane was the unofficial leader of the town, the others following his words like dogs. He was handsome to others, but all you saw were hateful eyes and a mouth that spit venom.
You hated him with a burning passion.
Maybe that was why he constantly harassed you. You wanted to leave before you were really noticed but the only path to your home…was right past them.
So you walked quickly and quietly, clutching a novel to your chest and hoping that no one would notice you.
Sadly, the General did and he quickly approached you, just as you were getting closer to centaur.
“Morning, Miss Y/N.”
“Good morning.” You replied, polite yet curt as you quickened your pace.
“Quite a day, don’t you agree? Finally teaching that lot a harsh lesson.” He said proudly.
“No. I don’t agree.”
He confident grin fell but quickly returned.
“Maybe we ought to discuss our difference of opinion over dinner then?” He asked, reaching for your arm.
“No thank you, General.” You replied, stepping away from his grasp.
“Too busy?”
You paused, looking at him with a bored expression.
“No.”
And you continued walking. As the General glared at you, you heard the centaur cough. His face was hidden by his hair but…you got the idea he was trying not to laugh. And it made you smile as you walked a littled faster.
As the week went on in your little town, the General continued to bother you. You continued to avoid him, and the centaur continued fighting. But he was getting weaker, the lack of food and water weakening him…And it broke your heart to see such a beautiful man suffer.
So one late night, you snuck into the town and approached him.
It was late and cold and he looked…broken. Slowly, you came foward and reached into your bag. He heard your footsteps and looked up, tired and angry.
“I don’t agree with what’s being done to you. And I want to help you…but if you’re going to escape, you need to get your strength up.”
It was the first night you fed him food and water, standing on a rock so you could reach him. The next day, he still acted weak but you noticed a light in his dark eyes…and he secretly smiled at you as you walked by. You returned that night, feeding him again…but this time he spoke.
“Thank you.”
“So you can speak English! I thought so.”
He grinned and said,
“I like it better when people don’t know. But you are trust worthy…”
“What’s your name?” You asked.
“Chesmu.”
“I’m Y/N.”
You continued your secret meetings and Chesmu continued his charade, acting weak and broken until the day came. The day you had planned together and waited for…
General Cane untied him, boldly talking about how all “these wild creatures need to be beaten down” and “taught who owns them and this land.”
It was a disgusting speech but you still stayed, watching as the General did perhaps the dumbest thing anyone could ever do a centaur:
He attempted to ride Chesmu, without his permission.
He strode around as the people laughed…And then you caught the centaur’s eye. His dark, brilliant eyes that twinkle boldly. And in a second, he was bounding away, tossing the General off of his back as he shouted in his own tongue. People screamed, backing away as Chesmu bolted for freedom…right towards you.
You soon found yourself being picked up into his strong arms and placed onto his back as he ran.
“Hold onto me!” He shouted.
Still shocked, you did as told. And soon, the shouting and the chaos and the little town were long gone, left behind in the dust as Chesmu escaped.
“I don’t remember this being part of the plan.” You said.
“That dog found out! I heard him and another talking…they were going to hurt you. I couldn’t let him hurt you…”
Suddenly, Chesmu pretending not to know English seemed pretty brilliant. Who knows what the General had planned for you…Chesmu eventually stopped running, slowing down to a calm walk.
“Y/N, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you…someone I like as much as you. I did not want to leave you with them because I feel that…You belong with me.”
You smiled, kissing his shoulder softly. Your hands were resting on his bare chest and you could feel how wild his heart was beating.
“I’m happy you feel the same way, Chesmu. I was going to miss you when you left…”
His warm hand rested over yours, pressing you closer to him. To his heart.
“This belongs to you, Y/N. Will you keep it?”
“Yes.”
And with that, he started running again, bolting towards the new life you would soon build together. 🖤
(Is this shamelessly based on both Beauty and the Beast and Spirit? Yes. Yes it is.)
this seems like a good time to tell you a little more about where tarsus is coming from, so i’ll be sharing some drawings and notes from my sketchbook for the next few updates.
additionally, there will be a SECOND UPDATE this week on WEDNESDAY.
BEFORE ANYTHING: This is how I personally do this. Other artists will have other ways, other styles and other references, so expand your horizon looking up to them too!
BEFORE ANYTHING²: I’ll have to trust you with the basic anatomy understanding!
So LETS GO
Those are human legs doing things human legs do, and that’s on the last one is a suggestion of the bones, aint anatomically correct but i just need y’all to visualize it.
Then:
This is anthropomorphic leggy! Also with bones suggestions! did you see the catch? no? (I used deer legs as references!)
See now? With luck we’re mammals so we sorta have the same bones in different ways, and use it as advantage!
In fantastic anatomy, there’s not much rules because, well, it’s not real so there’s no book teaching you how to properly draw those. like centaurs, they have two toraxic boxes! 4 LUNGS??? 2 STOMACHES? Doesn’t matter, does it? it’s belivable, and it’s what matter!
I repeat: It’s only belivable, and it’s what matter!
Also the muscles will work sorta on the same way (see the blobs). On the satyr ones, the purples are smaller, just as the brigh blue one, since this part is smaller than the thighs and feet, meanwhile it’s usually longer on humans!
It’s more about understanding the shape then drawing the leg over it, because this makes you understand how it was supposed to move even you don’t have a real anatomy satyr leg in front of you, or dunno, octapus merman, go wild my buddy!
This is how i usually doodle them before even getting the anatomy right, usually i just need the idea of the leg before actually starting
and most important:
GET. YO. FRIGGING. REFERENCES.
yES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT. References always. Disney has a lot of stuff free for you to look at, and fantasy is a common theme, there’s thousands of other tutorials and artists that also do this, and it’s good to make sure you saw at least 3 or 4 more, never hurts learning more about what you want to make A++!
With reference, you’re not tied only to deer legs, but dogs, elephants, crocodiles, birds, snakes?, anything! It’s really important!
honestly the funniest thing about the lord of the rings is how gandalf is literally a minor god sent to middle-earth by The Big Man Himself and yet literally nobody apart from the elves seems to recognise this or take him seriously
like yeah gandalf is pretty grumpy most of the time but how would YOU
feel if you were the fantasy equivalent of an angel and a bunch of
people who only come up to your knee were just like “oh fuck it’s that
spooky old wizard” every time you showed up for a friend’s birthday
party
For sure – the interest isn’t one sided by a long shot but Sombra’s a bit shy at first.
It starts out unknowingly, with McCree catching glimpses of the woman every now and then, doing nothing remarkable. The one time that manages to completely catch him off guard is when he a few other are resting in a break room.
Sombra is alone, as always, off to the side and working on something. He’s part of a group conversation but eventually loses interest, sipping leisurely at his coffee while looking around the room. Jesse’s sights land on Sombra who’s focused on her holographic screens, typing away. She’s dressed casually, with a simple crop top and shorts and he always appreciates the sight of a beautiful woman. He finds himself watching her a bit too intently, and his eyes follow her movements as she stops her work, stretching her arms above her head, eyes closed as she works the cramps out of her muscles.
He’s so focused, apparently, that when someone in the group loudly calls his name, trying to get his attention, McCree’s grip slips and he drops his coffee right into his lap, earning the pitied gasps and outright laughter of the others. Luckily, it’s not scalding hot but it’s still embarrassing. Gratefully, he takes a paper towel from someone, wiping at his stained pants. As he attempts to clean himself, he chances a look at Sombra, who only grants him a small grin before she finishes stretching and returns to her work.
McCree feels like a fool but even for a moment, he swears he sees those unbearably blue eyes glance at him under dark lashes. If he can win a second look in his direction through clumsy acts, he wonders just what results using actual charm will bring him.
Our attending walked into the room wearing her white coat, name badge on, and introduced herself as the doctor. The patient continued to refer to her as nurse the entire time we were there, and when we left, asked when the “real doctor” was coming. This same attending had to stop wearing her (very conservative, knee-length) dresses/skirts because male patients would comment on her legs or try to touch them. An ophthalmologist friend was telling me that she won’t do slit-lamp exams with the door shut anymore because male patients have (more than once) groped her.
Racism is still a big problem, too. I have another friend who, just yesterday, was told by a patient something along the lines of “it’s a good thing you aren’t a doctor (he is) because your people are coming here and taking up all the doctor jobs.” And that was definitely one of the milder things I’ve heard patients say about race. They’re usually screaming slurs.
I’ve introduced myself as a doctor, discussed treatment options, and when I left, I heard the patient complain that she hadn’t seen a doctor at all.
Anon: “He daydreams in extremes, maladaptive daydreams as well and uses this for escapism wiether they’re good or bad and doesnt always realize when he’s talking outloud or not. He’s impulsive and has rsd and has a difficult time reacting to change. He can go from hyperfixated to crashing if experiencing failure”
I was sitting at my desk just a few minutes ago, drawing, and a really loud crack of thunder went off–no power surges or anything, just thunder–and my roomba fled from its dock and started spinning in circles
I currently now have an active roomba sitting quietly on my lap
Humans will pack bond with anything.
I had a teenage girl come into my tea shop with her mother the other night. She purposely grabbed a teamaker in the most crunched-up looking box on the shelf (got banged around in shipment) and carried it protectively over to the counter. “If something’s in a damaged box I have to get it because I’m afraid no one else will love it,” she laughed nervously.
Not only will humans pack bond with anything, the empathy level of adolescent girls in particular likely has puppy-saving, world hunger-solving, war-ending powers.
I once saw a really bumpy lime at the grocery store, just a real ugly fruit. Later that night my boyfriend & I were driving home from rehearsal at like 11:30pm & passed the grocery store & I stared crying & he said “is it that lime? Do you want to go back and get it?” And I nodded and pulled the car around and bought the lime.
I was wondering does it make sense as human-vampire form cause big batio form is lorge enough to hang from the ceiling but u know for some cheesy romance kisses dont be too serious of the facts,just KISS.
I get antsy when I haven’t produced content in awhile. I worry I’ll be forgotten. I feel like I have to keep buying my place in fandom with stuff like art and writing. Which makes it hard to produce content because that’s a lot of pressure to put on my creativity muses. So I sit here worrying instead.
Sorry if I made it a bit different…I had to draw this damn pose like 3 times and I was gonna go crazy if I did it similarly to the one in the meme ;;
Other than that, that officially marks the end of the Valentine’s Day requests. Thank you everyone who sent in a request – they were a lot of fun, despite me taking forever to do them 💖
One of my favorite tropes is the power couple. Just. Two people who are equally talented and hardworking and worthy of respect at different things, and then you add them TOGETHER? Magical.
them: SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST MEANS HUMANS MUST BE INDIVIDUALLY SELF-SUFFICIENT AND COMPLETELY INDEPENDENT
biologist:
Like literally the only reason we didn’t go extinct is because we are aggressively social creatures who community organized and helped each other when faced with disasters that drove other species over the brink.
(Like we’re so aggressively social that we looked at APEX PREDATORS and went ‘they look soft! Friend????’)
(The answer was yes because wolves are also aggressively social and they adopted the strange tall not-wolves just as eagerly.)
humans @ wolves: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll let us pet them?
wolves @ humans: holy shit these things are so cute i wonder if they’ll pet us?
Darkness blanketed the kingdom, torches burned as bright as the stars above while painted windows revealed even brighter lights that were hidden behind silhouettes of the homeowners. Laughter erupted from behind the thick wooden doors and walls, some music from the bards crept through the cracks from the cobblestone walls of the local tavern that had been stuffed with people, the kingdom’s commoners who were spending their hard-earned golden coins on honeyed ale and mead. The castle that sat in the middle of the large, wealthy kingdom always glowed brightest at night, the large cathedral windows always seemed to cast beautiful imagery on the nearby houses and churches and stores that had been emptied for a night at the taverns.
Everyone was there, drinking away their problems and leaving them alone until morning where they will still be there waiting forever until they’re resolved. The tavern maidens and men would have their pockets filled to their brims by the end of the night, there was no doubt about it. Stories would emerge from hungover states, both humiliating and embarrassment, both betraying yet honest, the truth that hid behind lies would come out soon enough as long as the taverns provided the supplies.
You slowly walked along the cobblestone trail, leather boots clattering against the worn stone as you slowly walked along the trail down the main road and turning right, following it for a bit, turning left and stopping. There was the manor that stood still and silent like the catacombs: Deathly quiet. No fire had been stoked inside, no candle had been lit, no tinderbox had been used within the wealthy manor which most likely left it cold.
Just like how he liked it when he would… reject it…
A small puff of clouded air escaped between your lips as you eyed the manor that stood hollow as if no life lived within.
You hesitated.
Should you go in? Face him in this state? Or go home and possibly meet him there?
Clutching the fur hide closer to your frame, you turned your body and walked along the path that had turned from the common cobble to smooth stone bricks that lead to a wooden porch with two large dark oak doors. Two large handles stood there, wolves heads with an iron ring behind their fangs, they glowed in the crisp moonlight.
Taking one handle in your hand, you knocked once, the sound of metal hitting metal cut through the silent night as you could no longer hear the banter from the taverns, nor the music from the bards, nor the jokes from the jesters or tales from the warriors.
The door had opened as soon as the metal collided, hinges creaking as the door slowly swung open to reveal an empty living room. The chimney sat bare, no logs in the pit, no tinderbox in sight, the firewood sat still in its place in the large basket. The room was only lit by the moonlight shining from both behind you and from the large windows. The skins of their prized kills sat still, their hollow eyes seemed to watch your every move.
The wooden floorboards creaked as you slowly crept into the manor, your feet carrying you past the living area to the dining room where no food had been sat, but the table and chairs had been tossed around and knocked over. Glass had shattered and metal had been dented, knives had been stamped into the wooden floorboards.
A loud crash sounded from below your feet, from between the floorboards and cracks, a scream left your lips as your heart pounded in your ears.
He was here, below you in his cellar.
Your feet carried you to the hatch behind the kitchen – which was in the same state as the dining room – and opened it with the hinges squeaking and groaning.
The ladder shook under my weight as you slowly descended the thick steps, the open hatch providing the only light.
As your boots touched the stone brick flooring, you felt his presence. You felt him behind you.
Taking a shaky breath in, you slowly turned to see him in his glory.
His cotton shirt and hide vest barely clung to his body in shreds, his pants tattered but still covering him. His form was tall, bulky, lanky, he towered over you more than usual. You could see the outline of his large form, wings that had sprouted from his back had been coiled shut while his clawed fingers were grazing the ground. His hair was a complete mess, thick strands had gone everywhere while the ponytail that kept it out of his eyes had come undone.
But what stood out to you were his eyes.
Those bright red hues haunted you, hypnotized you, pulled you in. His pupiless gaze drew you in, you came closer to the vampire until you were face to face with him.
“Gladiolus,” you murmured as your hands reached up. Placing them on his neck, you shivered. He was freezing cold as ever. “You haven’t been feeding.” A deep grumble came from within the vampire, his pointed ears flattening against his skull. “You need to feed,” you quietly stated as you moved your hair from your neck.
Oh, how your neck glistened in the minimal light.
Gladiolus’ eyes seemed to glow brighter as he drew closer until he bit down on your exposed neck.
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