#Crystal Lizard Rim

[thenomadclan]

I would like to start a challenge to my Godzilla/Kaiju loving fans!

I’d like to start something of a trend similar to Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse. My challenge is for others to create Kaiju-Sona for the coming release of Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire Movie!

I’ll go first, introducing Nomad Gojira! (Drawn up by good friend @black-suns-rim )

Nomad Gojira’s Lore:

In the emptiness of space, there was nothing but the stars and planets the filled the black void. That was till an partials of pollen belonging to a certain planet Kaiju streaked through the black abyss, shedding the partials and cells belonging to many creatures in their battle. Pollen particle cloud split into two separate clouds, one being sent into a nearby black hole while the other was orbiting the sun within the Milky Way. Eventually the cells in the pollen began to form, clumping piece by piece into a hard like rock. This egg creature would eventually “devour” and take the energy, the radiation and power of the sun till the star exploded, the rock would shot through cold space from the shockwave of the exploding sun. The the rock creature crystallized and was sent into another dimension via worm hole.

The crystal mass was sent flying through endless space till it entered a very familiar solar system, scorching past planet after planet till it reached the orbit of Earth. It was a fireball that nobody predicted as it screamed through the sky and crashed into the ocean, but it was so hot it burned through the ocean floor and went straight to the Hollow Earth. The crystals that incased the meter from space began to melt until all that was left was the rock, it was in the form of an egg. Soon it was found by a member of the Gojira species, a Kaiju named “Black Momba” ( @black-suns-rim OC) possibly one of the last of Titanus Gojiras (besides Godzilla himself) to walk the Earth. Black Momba has been around for a really long time, but she had laid dormant for most of her time living to save energy. Momba would usually only be awake for 2 reasons; eating and/or having children. She has had bad luck with raising young due to the other Kaijus in the Hollow Earth, so after a while, she had stoped trying.

Upon finding the rock egg, she could smell the familiarities of her kind on it but also others. The Titanus Gojira growled and was about to destroy the egg till it moved, the egg was hatching and glowing red. The outline of the creature inside had her curious, for once the egg finally hatched a dark red Gojira like creature bursted through letting out its first screech. Black Momba was…interested as she investigated further by taking in the scent and licking the hatchling clean. The child Gojira took its first steps on its wobbly legs, opening its eyes and setting its blurry vision on its surroundings till it came into focus.

The Child Gojira looked up at the monstrously huge Black Momba, giving gator like chirps which was met with growls and barks from the older Gojira. It lowered herself to the Gojira Child’s face, to which the red baby lizard gave its best bark and snarl as it butted heads with Black Momba’s snout. To say it was amusing would have been a understatement, so Black Momba would adopt the tiny Gojira (not like it would have changed anything since it followed her everywhere), she mothered and took care of the Gojira Child the best ways she could. However she only gave it tuff love, not out of hate or issue but to prepare the Child Gojira for the world it inhabits, where the strong feed on the weak.

The humans that surveyed in the Hollow Earth (Monarch) discovered the two Gojira, part of them felt fearful that there are now 3 walking City destroyers. However if they were similar to Godzilla, being a protector, then there’s a chance for humanity to survive the constant raids from outside forces. Monarch were highly interested in the red child Gojira, going so far to name it “Nomad” on the account of it roaming all over the Hollow Earth without Black Momba anywhere in sight. Nomad handled himself well against the monsters in his environment, from insects to mammals, but it was the crystals that formed where the dorsal fins were meant to be which interest Monarch as they formed in and around Nomad and Black Momba’s territory, crystals of various sizes were found forming like a castle.

Monarchs Scientists have discovered that due to the crystals on Nomad and around his den, they cause an electrical field disturbance that immediately shut down drones or cameras. Even when in fights, Nomad has a protective shield burrier to protect him from elemental attacks, not to even mention his electrical beam he shoots from his mouth. Almost like a surgical laser it cuts through flesh like butter, while having telepathic like powers using them in combat or to show off his intelligence by stacking rocks for unknown reasons. When Nomad is hit with elements such as electricity (he got struck by lightning once) it almost was as if it was a power up, becoming his own conductor while having regenerative abilities to rival Godzilla when injured.

One feature the scientists saw in action was Nomads crystallized spear tail, using it to catch / stab / or even kill his prey. Though not entirely built for Melee combat, it doesn’t stop the growing tank from doing so. His main form of attack is range and setting up crystals to disorient enemies and power himself up further. Just not too long ago, Nomad faced his first life threatening creature in the form of a swarm of blood thirsty bugs. They would drain Nomads energy almost to depletion, that was if it wasn’t for his crystals and quick thinking, sending out a shockwave of extreme energy equivalent to the sun.

Nomad destroyed almost the Hollow Earths forest, but the bugs were all gone, exploded from the over absorption of energy. Nomad would slowly form a crown on its head with every victory he won. Though Nomad never met Godzilla, Monarch would like to keep it that way for now having the two avoid each other. Nomad could be classified as a alpha Titan if grown properly and carefully, as Nomad grew older we no longer see him with Black Momba as often, if not alittle to not at all. She has completely gone off the radar as Nomad explores the Hollow Earth but not going anywhere near human settlements but did further expand his territory.

After 20 Years of silence later and absolute no activity from Nomad Gojira or Black Momba Gojira, Nomad would appear from the uncharted parts of the Hollow Earth (the central point of all Monsters to rest or live), brandishing a whole new appearance. The most noticeable features being his size shot down any predictions the scientists placed bets on, Nomad would stand a healthy height of 400 ft tall and judging from the weight plate that was built and hidden, he weighs a whopping 99,721 tons. Nomad Gojira just shyly beats Gojira that was know from the incident in Washington, America with Ghidorah by weight and height.

Nomad Gojira also supports a brand new attitude, while still keeping to himself or avoiding Monarch but when threatened or challenged, Nomad Gojira would gladly accept the challenge from other Kaijus once challenged. Nomad Gojira scarily has the brutality of the Godzilla we know, but also has the calmness or self awareness of what he’s doing and what could go wrong if the battle rages for too long. His many feats go from him clearing a infested cave of Rat Kaijus creatures that overwhelmed and almost ate him alive, to wrestling and fighting a Muto Prime. He brandished many scars from hard fought victories, with a whole new arsenal then a regular Gojira Kaiju.

Half of Monarch Scientist that studied Nomad Gojira in the Hollow Earth would chase him down and try to leave trackers, but Nomad seems all too smart for normal Kaiju tricks. Nomads Gojira grew new ability that evolved his electrical field around him having human machines being affected as if it was hit with a EMP. While studying the Kaiju the moment that many tried to avoid finally happened, Godzilla finally ran into Nomad. Naturally with the amount of battle scars and the scent of blood of other Kaijus on Nomad, Godzilla treated Nomad like a Alpha Titan who never submitted under his rule. This Godzilla Challenged Nomad, and in turn like text book behavior Nomad Accepted.

Immediately, the Hollow Earth shook from the battle, Godzilla swiping while Nomad Bashed his Crystal shoulders into Godzilla. The battle caused the scientists to retreat and seek refuge within Kongs Cave, but afar Godzilla and Nomad were going feral. The battle raged with both going into their primal like instincts, Godzilla and Nomad seemed evenly matched (but that could be due to them being the same species).

However with everything Godzilla threw, Nomad had a counter or defense. Nomad dragged, slammed, stabbed and tore into Godzilla till the old Gojira noticed a flaw. The crystals Nomad summoned, Godzilla then used Nomads own body to tackle and cause the crystals around them to crumble, Nomad slowly began losing his power. With what little energy Nomad had left, he used his spear like tail to stab into Godzillas stomach and pump his venom.

While Nomad thought he had won and tried to pull away, Godzilla quickly grabbed on and pulled Nomad towards him, yanking his tail to the point it came off causing Nomad to roar in pain. Nomad looked up to receive a headbutt and bite on the face, despite slashing and stabbing his Crystal shoulder into Godzilla. Nomad saw as Godzillas Stomach was healing but not from his healing factor, but from the venom, it was radioactive and causing Godzilla to heat up.

Nomad could take the heat, the force however that came with it, the nuclear pulse shattered Nomads crystals in the ground that powered him and the ones on his body. Sending Nomad into a large mountain, as he struggled to get up and heal his tail, looking through his one good eye that wasn’t scared on his face. Godzilla powered up a red atomic breath, he slightly missed from Nomad desperately summoning one more crystal to stab Godzilla in the foot, having Godzilla miss Nomad and hit the mountain on the ceiling of the hollow Earth. Causing most of the mountain and ceiling to fall and crush Nomad Gojira in rubble, burying him.

Godzilla would walk away the victorious….

Or so he thought, from under the grave like rubble. Once Godzilla left of course, it began to rumble and shake. However instead of anything coming up, underneath, a creature took what was there. A creature of pale white skin and pink like stripes took Nomad into a tunnel system of her design. Having him rest in her nest as she took care of him similar to how Mothra shared a symbiotic relationship with Godzilla, so did this creature. Though small, it did its best to heal the hurt Gojira and lit up the room with Nomads crystals she collected over the years as a warming source. To which even now with them, it was better to have the source of the heat keep the reptilian Kaiju warm. Nomad only groaned in pain as his G-Cells began to reconstruct and heal his gaping wounds or at least what could be healed. Nomad nuzzles closed to the creature he couldn’t yet see, but it was a familiar feeling one that he felt he knew. Though he couldn’t place it, he’d have to figure it out once he awakens from this coma like slumber. (OC by my girl @wolfsnowphoenix )

Monarch’s scientists managed to use the tunnels of the creature and encase them both in a hibernation like state, like they did with King Ghidorah and Lava Rodan. Until they need Nomad for possible help, they’ll release him since he proved himself of holding his own against Godzilla. Till then, Nomad would remain hidden and locked away with only a select few…the project of locked up Kaijus would be known as “Monarch: Pandoras Box.”

To Be Continued…

#kaiju #kaiju art #toho kaiju #kaijusona #kaiju oc #Kaiju Sona #gojira #Titanus Godzilla #Godzilla #king kong #art challenge #sona art #sona challenge #godzilla vs kong #godzilla x kong: the new empire

[violentlyexplosive]

So I've been writing a Cyberpunk 2077 AU for a couple years now (pretty much since the game came out) and I've never posted any of it, but as I was rereading some stuff I came across this and thought it might be worth posting <3

In an AU of my AU (lol) wherein they are unable to get Johnny's body back, and all their options are bad-- when V decides to go to the roof to "think things over," Vik is hesitant to let him go. He's hesitant because he sees the look in V's eyes and recognises it, and he knows that they're going to say goodbye today. So he hugs V, seemingly out of nowhere, and whispers either "Don't do anything stupid, V" or "Whatever choice you make, V, know that I trust your judgement. Whatever you think is right, okay, kid?"

And V has a moment where he almost breaks down, because he doesn't want to make a decision at all, and at this point he's so tired, but he swallows away the tightness in his throat and hugs Vik back, a single tear getting away from him before he pulls away and looks up at Vik. He says something like "Thank you, Viktor. For everything. And-- and I'm sorry, for everything."

And Vik doesn't tell him he doesn't have anything to apologise for because he knows that's not really true. Instead, he nods, tries not to cry, and pats V's shoulder. When he leaves, Vik breaks down, and Misty (who's been watching from around the corner, and had just said a similar sort of goodbye to V,) comes into the room.

And Vik's sitting with his head in his hands, leaning against his desk as he tears at his hair and sobs silently while Misty rests her hands on his shoulders and holds him while silently weeping herself.

They both jump when they hear the gunshot, but neither of them rush to get to the roof just yet. Instead, Vik covers his mouth to muffle the agonised scream that tears through him as Mist leans down to drape herself across his back and cling to him like a lifeline as she smears his shirt with tears and eyeliner.

And maybe one (or both) of them goes up to the roof the next morning, and if they just stare at his silhouette from behind, they could pretend he's just fallen asleep, ready to rise with the sun. But even as an hour passes and the sun shines brightly across V's form, he doesn't move.

And maybe Misty (with or without Jackie) goes to V's apartment, and is greeted by an ugly little hairless cat and a giant fucking lizard and an empty building that used to be full of so much life. And maybe she sits on the edge of V's unmade bed and sobs, holding the cat close when she jumps into Misty's lap, petting the lizard when he joins them. And maybe when she looks to her right, she sees all the charms and dream catchers and crystals and everything she'd ever given to him, all mounted on the wall and arranged on shelves, along with his favourite books and printed photos and other things V's friends had given him. And maybe she laughs a little because it's just like V to be the type of person who keeps a bottle cap glued to his wall because it belonged to the first drink he'd ever shared with Jackie.

And maybe Vik sort of shuts down for a bit, keeping the shop closed for a bit as he just sort of... processes. Processes the fact that V's never going to come to him for upgrades ever again, that he's never going to have to remind him to quit being so reckless ever again, that he's never going to hear V ask him about the same fucking boxing match over and over again just to humour the old guy.

And maybe Misty has to break the news to Jack and Mama Welles, cus it's not so strange for V to be quiet for a couple days, and they don't suspect a thing. Except Misty comes in to the Coyote with red-rimmed eyes and V's holo, left unlocked in order for her to give V's friends their respective messages that he'd recorded for them.

And maybe Jackie gets mad and breaks his fist open on the tile wall, and Mama Welles has to sit down because she almost lost a son once already, and now another one is well and truly gone. And maybe a week or two passes before either of them can bring themselves to host an ofrenda, but when they do, their little corner of Night City lights up for miles.

And maybe Judy has to hold Panam close as they both try not to scream. And maybe Kerry stoicly grieves the loss of his old friend for the second time, and V for the first. And maybe River brings his family, lights a candle with Claire and Rogue. And maybe Takamura shows up, despite vehemently denying every invitation sent his way.

So many people show up, it'd hard to fit them all in the Coyote, so they set up tables out back too, so all the random folks V had helped or been kind to get to listen in as Padre gives a speech and a prayer, not for the sake of religion (because he knows V was not a religious man,) but for the sake of joining everyone together in V's name and his story, more than his death.

And maybe a few "Where's V?" graffitis show up near the "Where's Johnny?" ones. And maybe his picture is kept above the bar at the Coyote, in a locket around Jackie's neck, on Misty's desk, in Vik's wallet. And maybe every now and then a "V" will pop up and someone will think of the man they attribute the letter to. And maybe Night City is a little kinder, if not better. And maybe Dexter Deshawn is rolling in his garbage dump grave because V never wanted to be a hero, yet got to go down a legend, anyway.

#trigger warning #tw #tw sui implied #tw sui #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #cyberpunk johnny #angst #au #my writing

[talesofsonicasura]

Unappreciated Hunter

A Monster Hunter encounters Hat Kid and helps her out. Didn't know he was going to get dragged into her weird life.

Kokoto, the village of strong and tough Monster Hunters. The citizens can be quite pushy to traveling hunters and at higher levels when it revolves around ex guild hunters. Any hunter from Kokoto would judge and mock any fellow warrior 'not worth their salt'. Even the Felyne that runs the cafetine there is quite rude.

Yet, it was the only place to acquire certain materials or ingredients which is important for any that travels in monster infested lands. Items that couldn't be found anywhere else. After all it was also a popular merchant village, considering the village chief was a retired Legendary Hunter. Guess the high standards considering hunters was slightly justified.

"...And fuck you too! Go kiss a Congala's ass if that's how you treat your customers!" Angry swearing was also guaranteed as a white haired man stormed out of a shop in rage. Long silver locks tied into a wild ponytail, tannish skin balanced by lean yet rock hard muscle, eyes were a bright blue highlighted by black stripe outlines, and stood at an intimidating 7'2 in height.

His clothes consisted of a long beige winter coat with blue and red triangle patterned cuffs alongside large cotton ball looking buttons, beige long trousers with white puffy cuffs, black hiking boots made out of some sort of reptilian hide and white fur gloves. In his hand was a woven straw basket filled with fruit, cheeses, spices and herbs.

The man let an aggravated sigh before trying to cool his temper. "Come on Kahtal. Don't let that asshat get to you. Plus Nekona those need the ingredients and getting blacklisted from every shop went help." He or Kahtal said rubbing his hand against the side of his head. He took a deep breath and continued to the next vendor.

Well, he would if a soft sparkle of light hadn't grabbed his attention. This tinge of light was a mystifying soft blue and looked to be near the Hero Shrine by the village's oldest tree. Curiosity getting the best of him, he walked over to the odd phenomenon awarely ignorant to disapproving glances from some of the village hunters.

The Hero Shrine was essentially a tree that held the Hero's Shield and the stone before carrying the Hero's Blade. Weapons used by Kokoto's chief to defeat a powerful Elder Dragon known as Lao-Shan-Lung. What really got Kahtal's attention was what sat slightly embedded into the earth a bit far from the shrine.

This item looked like an hourglass, well a very weird hourglass. The glass was crystal clear that sparkled but held no sand in it, the rims that kept it together had two gold beads sandwiching a purple hat shaped and the soft glow that radiated from the very object. It was beautiful and incredibly well crafted from Kahtal's perspective.

"Who could make something like this and where's their owner?" Kahtal picked up the item carefully while speaking his thoughts to himself. One thing he did know was it looked to be very important and not the type of item to be trashed carelessly. Someone clearly lost it. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft 'Hey!'.

The young man looked down to see his leg was being tugged by a little girl. She had soft peach skin paired with curly brown hair in a back ponytail and topped with a purple top hat that had a gold ribbon, bright blue eyes and little nose. She wore a purple shirt with a light gold cape, white trousers and black little shoes. On her back was a light blue umbrella covered in stickers.

"Um, hi there. Sorry I didn't notice you." Kahtal said with a sheepish look on his face. The peculiar little girl let out a tiny giggle before nodding. She then pointed at the hourglass in his hand. The man took a glance at her hat and the hat beads on the hourglass. They were the exact same.

"Does this belong to you? I found it dugged a bit into the ground over there." He pointed at the little hole in the grass. The little girl nodded heavily with a polite smile on her face. Kahtal guessed she was a selective mute as the only word she spoke was 'Hey' in order to get his attention.

"Well, here you go. You're lucky I found it. I don't think any other passerby would have given it back." The young man handed the child the hourglass carefully as to not drop it. She took the peculiar item and hugged it before hugging his leg in appreciation. Kahtal let out a soft chuckle before patting her head.

"I must be going. My friend is waiting for me outside the village with these groceries. Take care." The little girl nodded at his words before whispering a soft quiet 'thank you'. Both went their separate ways and Kahtal's mood was much better after that.

The next time he saw the little girl or the fact he met her again at all was in the worst place a child should never be. There are places in this monster filled world that normal people aren't allowed to travel alone. Only ones who could were merchants, caravans and most highly monster hunters. Kahtal was the latter of this group.

A mission was sent to his personal home by a messenger Kinsect. The client wanted him to gather some Coal from an area known as the Volcanic Hollow. A large string of caverns found within a monstrous supervolcano. The intense heat in the deeper sections made it a cozy home for all sorts of deep dwelling monsters and perfect place to gather ores.

It looked like a simple quest but these types of missions usually had something dangerous causing problems in the background. A pretty accurate assumption to make as there was a Subquest at the bottom. An extra piece of mission that was optional for the Hunter but meant extra pay if taken.

This particular Subquest was asking for him to stop a Uragaan who was causing a ruckus down there. Uragaan also known as the Burst Hammer Wyvern, a large Brute Wyvern that can create powerful tremors by slamming its armored jaw into the ground and rolling over any foolish creature to aggravate it. Their diet consisting of ores made it dangerous for any miner who accidentally runs into one.

Gathering supplies to keep him properly cool in the hotter areas were necessary since having a heatstroke in a volcano was the worst way to go. Once preparations were made and gear was set, the hunter set off to Volcanic Hollow. Dealing with the Burst Hammer Wyvern was the first thing needed to be done before even thinking of digging for coal.

This definitely wasn't a place normal people should travel through. A simple thought of a little girl in purple strolling through the lava heated caverns. The interior of a volcano was less lava-y than any she had seen before. First spot to find after jumping down the mouth was a few small conjoining clifftops and some natural hot springs by them.

Only things other than two paths that didn't go deeper down and one that did were the strange green doggy faced creatures munching on whatever plants or mushrooms growing there. They gave her odd looks but just minded their business and continued to graze. Next spot had multiple small lava pools and two were branching paths with one that meant another big jump.

There were some mean reddish snake bird worm things that tried to bite or whack her with their tail. She clobbered them multiple times with her umbrella before they got the hint and ran. This time the child decided to take the side path instead of a large jump. Big mistake on her part.

The room was pretty with a huge amber column at the center that was in a beehive like formation and more smaller red ones that added extra support. Bright sapphire blue crystals and ruby red crystals sticking from the ground in a roundish rectangular form. If only she noticed that the odd growing gold stone on the ground was a monster's tail.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Echoed the screams of a little girl through a mountainous deep section of the volcano. Tiny stream of water pouring down the cliffs to the large molten ground below shook with the tremors of heavy footsteps. The little purple hatted girl ran across the reddish dirt as a large beast followed her relentlessly.

It was a large reptilian creature that could honestly be mistaken as a dinosaur from the powerful looking legs but underdeveloped tiny arms. Its face was round dark brownish scaled except for its huge orangish color jaw, from its head to the very long rounded tail were large flat topped amber crystals that were positioned in the way tires are to leave tracks, thick muscled legs with sharp claws and bright green eyes that burned with rage.

The 25 ft tall brute looked a bit beaten up but the little girl would admit personally that she had nothing to do with it. Of course it didn't matter since the lizard monster was still angry and probably cranky for her poking its tail with an UMBRELLA. If she ever got out of here alive, she would never come back...maybe.

The giant then let out a painted cry as the ground shook hard nearly making the child lose her footing. She flipped around to understand what happened. Giant lizard thing had been slammed to the ground by someone covered in armor and holding what looked to be a sword and shield. The shield part slammed into the mean beast's head.

The armor was a bright crimson with light summer colors such as orange and gold fitted to its feudal samurai look. Chest plate had an orange triangle coming from the bottom as it pointed to two cogs on the separate sides that were connected by a thick white rope, a giant red cape with big fancy and fluffy gold rims, red shield shaped plates covering a gold rim red skilt, red armor gauntlets and boots but the cool thing was the mask.

It was faceless with eye slots but large red horns that went back and curved at the end but also orange along with a large white mane that was in the back. The shield was lustrous ruby with a gold wheel on the surface and a cog with two golden hour hands at the center. And the sword had a crystalline blade that started before ending in a reddish violet at tip and punk looking half gold claw hilt to a silver handle.

Eyes from the helmet looked at her before the masked man pulled his helmet a bit to show Kahtal's face. "You're the little girl I met in Kokoto! How did you get into the Volcanic Hollow?!" He cut off his words when the monster or Uragaan began to move underneath him. The man bashed the beast's head with his shield before getting into its face.

It immediately flinched upon the pair of eyes glaring back into its own. They weren't of a man but of a beast. Bigger, meaner and absolutely powerful. The glare of an Alpha. "You better stay down and don't try anything. So much as harm a hair on that little girl's head then consider your life forfeit. Now sit!" Voice was heavy as steel and the tone brimming with pure dominance.

Uragaan shivered violently before seating itself to the floor once Kahtal stepped off the beast's head. He gave the large brute a glance before sheathing both his blade and shield onto his back. Then the silverette turned to the most impossible thing to run around in a volcano. The little girl who had looks of awe in her eyes now lost it upon the look she was getting from the hunter.

"What are you doing here? This isn't a safe place for people much less little girls. Especially ones that somehow managed to have a Uragaan chase them. The species isn't called Burst Hammer Wyvern for no reason." Kahtal spoke pointing at the specific cowering dragon behind him.

"I wanted to see you! You gave me my Time Piece back so I thought you wanted to be my friend! And I got here from my ship since it said you were somewhere around here." There was a bunch of childish pep and cheer to her voice like it was natural despite the guilty look on her face. Or the fact she was nervously poking her fingers together.

Now he had a lot of questions but knew that the inside of a volcano wasn't the place to discuss it. "Let's talk about it once we're back at the camp on top of the volcano. And you!" The Burst Hammer Wyvern flinched upon Kahtal pointing his finger at the beast. It was still scared at the much smaller human man.

"You are being relocated to an island unreachable to human civilization. A winged companion of mine will be picking you up so stay put! Behave then I'll forget about you trying to trample a little girl and maybe add in some yummier ores than the ones down here." The knowledge of the alpha human forgiving him, a new home and chance of a tasty treat had the Uragaan positively complacent with his current position.

Kahtal took out what looked to be a signal gun before firing a green smoke round into the air. The flare spilling green smoke out into the volcano's entrance paired with a lime like scent. Once that flare was shot, Kahtal picked up the little girl and hoisted her on his back. He then took off ignoring the sound of large flapping wings or the sound of shock in the other room that he left the Uragaan in.

The volcano top had a small makeshift camp settled a good space from the mouth to the heated mountain. A simple tent that provided cover from the sun for a large mattress, two large crates with one blue and the other red, and a few makeshift fence blockades. Kahtal was now looking at the little child with a ludicrous look.

"So your name is Hat Kid, and you're an alien refugee from another world. You came here because a Timepiece, which is the fuel for your ship somehow crashlands in Kokoto village. After I returned it to you, you tried to find me again so I can be your friend and hangout with you." The hunter questioned while holding his helmet in his right hand.

The little girl or Hat Kid sat on the queen sized mattress next to Kahtal while she told him her tale. She was nodding at every inquiry he had got from the hat wearing child. "Normally I treat that kind of stuff as Congala crap if I haven't taken in consideration the evidence. A glowing hourglass with no sand isn't normal, a little girl managing to get into a place that is blacklisted to Low Rank Hunters or the fact you got to one of the deepest levels, and NOT die from lethal heatstroke."

Hat Kid looked a bit sheepish when he brought back her little volcano adventure but was glad he did believe her. Kahtal then stood up from the bed and looked at the alien child. "My friend is taking the Uragaan to a new habitat and won't be back for an hour. Might as well take me to your ship." He did think her insane attempt to find him should at least be rewarded...only this one time.

A big smile grew on her face before she ran over and took his free hand immediately. The older man would admit he didn't expect the both of them to float before shooting off into the sky. They were going up so fast that he saw the darkness of space and the shining stars. And like a light switch, Kahtal wasn't outside the volcano but now in a little girl's very odd bedroom.

The odd things being the sea of pillows a good distance from the bed, lights on the ceiling, glass screen viewing the vacuum of space, odd candles that sit by said pit or the giant burnt noodle reading at the top of the staircase by said pillow sea. "Hey! I heard that!" A sheepish look crossed his face. The last part he accidentally spoke out loud.

The offended noodle had a glowing yellow face found on children's jack o' lanterns: circular eyes and the big childish mouth with two fangs, a mane of dark purple that was the same color as his body, spindly arms that ended with two finger ovenmitts that clearly was hiding claws and a long spindly tail making his height around 20 ft long.

"You know kiddo I don't know what's worse. The fact you brought a pecking knight of all things on board or the fact he was rude to me: the all handsome, powerful and soul eating, Snatcher! It's also really rude to insult the dead." The now named specter or Snatcher said while his last bit was deadpan unlike the bolster before in his distorted echo voice.

Kathal's response to this was a raised eyebrow. "First off, I didn't mean to say that out loud so sorry for that. Second, why tell me that you are a soul eating ghost when I'm a 'knight' to you. And third, the proper term is Monster Hunter not Monster Slayer. Unless your causing trouble on my planet that make people send out a request to hunt you, then I won't stab you with my blade and relocate your hide." The mortal man listed with his fingers and pure nonchalance.

The ghost set aside his book so he wouldn't lose in the sea of bed material before slithering over to the armored man. Size difference between them was now clearer than before but Kahtal still had a passive look on his face. "And don't you have quite a snarky side to ya, kiddo." Snatcher chuckles while Kahtal glared back.

"The name is Kahtal Shinsu and I'm a 32 year old man. I am definitely not a kid because last I checked, children don't have an 7'2 body with an eight pack." The silverette's rebuttal didn't make the ghost's smile go away. It only made it more mischievous looking as the 20 ft noodle laughed.

"And I'm over 300 years old which makes ya a mere baby in comparison. An eight pack huh? Definitely the type of muscle for some dirty work back in my forest!" Snatcher said while placing an arm around the hunter's shoulder in a 'buddy' manner. Hat Kid then tugged on his leg for giving him an inquisitive look.

The 'What were you doing' look obviously wanting to know why he was in the Volcanic Hollow in the first place. "I had a job there. My client wanted me to gather 30 pieces of coal from the volcano. There was a bonus quest to deal with that Uragaan who was chasing my hatted companion here." Spotting what looked to be a chalkboard, Kahtal strolled over to it.

Taking a piece of chalk, he sketched out a fully detailed picture of the mentioned Burst Hammer Wyvern minus the injuries from before, all in the span of a minute and the word Uragaan next to it. Snatcher floated over and looked at the image with interest. "Sure looks like quite a brute! No wonder the kiddo looked ready to drop. Gave her a run for her money! Ah Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!" He then looked at Kahtal.

"This was also an extra part of the current job description? That makes you an even better contractor for me to hire! Honestly there is some work in my domain that needs a more refined touch than Hat Brat there. She has a habit of making quite the mess." The little girl in question gave him a raspberry.

"Well, you'll need to have a request paper ready. Usually I have a Kinsect deliver me jobs to my home since I'm more of a freelance hunter." Kahtal then drew at the bottom of the board a peculiar bug of sorts. It looked like a scarab but the wings and size were wrong.

"Really now? I don't know where you live but I can mark it down if you take this back." The man didn't expect for the ghost's hand to ignite in blue fire. Or that fire to form a dark purple version of what the kinsect he drew but had the same jack o' lantern smile Snatcher has on their wings. Kahtal would mark it to be creation magic.

"This Kinsnatch here will be delivering any jobs I have for ya. And a bit more." The last bit was a whisper before Snatcher put the magic made insect in the hunter's hands. He looked at the odd insect and immediately knew this was going to be trouble.

Lucky thing was he got dropped off the same place he was before allowing his own alien abduction. And his current ride had just returned. Bad news was how damn aggravating that purple ghost was going to be in the future.

Hey everyone! Sorry not updating the blog for quite a bit. Life is crazy and honestly been trying to handle with some changes to my home.

This story is an experimental crossover using Monster Hunter and A Hat in Time. I wanted to try my hand at writing a Monster Hunter fic but also wanted that kind of vibe you get exploring in different chapters like you do for a A Hat In Time.

Hope you guys enjoyed it! Stay safe and healthy folks!

This is the armor used and the monster Uragaan!

#crossover #oc #ahit #ahit hat kid #ahit snatcher #snatcher #hat kid #a hat in time #monster hunter #oc hunter #fanfic #uragaan

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Life is what you do in it while you’re floating through it

Cut the rope some slack then while we get the knack of it

Honey--King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

it's a very smooth single. It might be the name, it might be the music video, or it might just be me, but it's got a sort of slowly oozing (idk if oozing is the right word. creeping, maybe) amber tinted sway to it, those sharp hints of clarinet and keyboard the crystalized bits you find crusted around the rim of the honey jar. It's also got a really awesome bass solo that complements it perfectly. I'm excited to see what else King Gizzard's cooking up

#song rec #music rec #King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard #King Gizzard #bitterspeaks #I quite like it #Also like parallels #Milk and honey for my body//gamma knife #Not really a parallel but it’s cool

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8: Rock

The Citadel was surrounded by an impressive wall, fashioned of stone blocks - blocks which may have been called “uncountable” had bored knights on patrol not counted them over, and over, and over again. Between the outer wall and the rim of the forest was a clear area which acted as an unofficial neutral zone between humanity and monsters - no business or greetings were made there, of course, but it was well understood that neither would be attacked for merely existing in the open. And so, it was right along that very zone that two humans and a horse were making their way around in a wide loop on the “human side.” One of the humans rode astride the horse, his legs dangling uselessly by the horse’s side; the other jogged along next to them, keeping up a steady pace and encouraging the horse to do the same with a spirited “hup!” on each step.

Sir Marc leaned forward against his horse’s neck, sighing loudly. “Uuuugggghhhh,” he complained to anyone bothering to hear, which was mostly Dampierre below him and Sir Angelo to his side, “the entrance exams and that entire ordeal with the fear-monster really did a number on my expectations of being a knight. Even though it’s only once a week, I can’t stand this shift.”

His patrolling companion reached up and clapped him on the back, sporting a wide grin. “Worry not, my fellow Sir Marc! While it is true that danger could be lurking around every turn this close to monster territory, meeting one is incredibly rare! Still, your vigilance is worthy of praise, if it would tire you out this much!” He kept up his jog, either unaware of Sir Marc’s exasperated look or doing an excellent job of pretending.

After another five minutes of clopping hooves, muttering into a voice recorder, and more “hup hup hup hup hup”s than should ever be counted, Sir Angelo gasped and pointed a fair distance into the rocky portion of the zone. “Sir Marc! Dampierre! Do you see that?”

Immediately, Marc slowed and turned Dampierre, his hand on his blade as he stared towards where Angelo was pointing. “Is it a monster? Am I finally going to get a fine trophy?” He scanned the area, and, upon seeing nothing of note, droned, “oh, please tell me this isn’t because of-”

“Not a monster, no, but a rock! And a strange rock at that. Look here,” the large man called back to his companion, beckoning the horse and rider closer, “the structure is sedimentary, but this stratum is angled differently than these; also, here is a clean layer of slate in an even layer, and on top of pumice. Slate is never on top of exposed rock like this, and I’ve never seen it so close to pumice.”

A weary tone crept into Sir Marc’s voice. “So, this is... just a weird rock? Not a monster, not a threat, not even one of that bug-dragon’s weapons?” He paused as his mind worked. “You know... I don’t know my way around rocks. Why don’t you look into this, and I’ll keep up ahead, to make sure we don’t fall behind in our patrol. You can catch up, right?”

Sir Angelo gave him a bright grin. “You bet! I should have known from your almost three hundred attempts at taking the entrance test, but you sure have a keen mind towards duty. You make sure no monster slips through where we’re supposed to be watching. I will make a miniature investigation of this strange rock, and report back on completion.” Sir Marc waved at him while Dampierre walked back towards the Citadel; Angelo waved back.

The large knight turned and studied the rock, and the more he looked at it, the more incorrect, unnatural things he saw in it. Crystals that would cleave at unheard-of angles, “veins” of salt, sandstone, and other rocks that don’t form veins, what looked like a pocket of shale inside a ball of quartz, and many more. “How peculiar,” he remarked aloud to himself, “it is almost as though someone had constructed this rock from other, smaller rocks, like well-organized sand.”

“Well, it’s nice to hear that SOMEONE notices,” said a large, four-legged lizard with orange, feathery wings, “even if you are a human. I spent a good week on that one, making sure it couldn’t be mistaken for anything but art!”

Sir Angelo waved a greeting, which was returned with a scaly paw closed around a green crystal of the quartz family. “I was not aware that monsters took interest in rocks, let alone would put thought into designing one all themselves.”

“Yes, well,” the dragon raised their head, then swept their arm across, indicating the rocky field around them, “I have a bit of a gallery, if I do say so myself. As for my latest project...” They bent down and picked up a multihued crystal, hidden beneath a flat, round slab of pyrite. The lizard pressed the new crystl to the colorful cluster, brought the amalgamation in front of their face, and blew. A cloud of dust flowed over the rocky sculpture, obscuring it for several seconds; then, they stopped their breath and gently dusted off the piece of art. The green quartz rock had merged seamlessly with the others, as though it had simply grown that way. The dragon’s eyes glittered as they looked on it and turned it in their scaly paws, before stashing it back under the flat fool’s gold. “Well, it still has a few steps to go. I’m thinking of maybe jade, a few thin rods to connect some of these wonderful spires. It’s a tough stone, too, which should reinforce the stability...”

The human continued to browse through the rocks, now noticing more easily the slight unusual qualities of the stones around him. “Ah. Well, it is too bad we live on different sides of the Citadel walls; I no longer have so many friends to talk about rocks with. Say, my closest and dearest rival is a poet. May I take one of these stones to show-”

“NO!” spat the dragon, their wings unfurling to look bigger, “No! This is a gallery, not for sale. All of these are mine.” They fell silent, breathing slowly, before gradually settling back down. “That is, I’m not selling them. If you want for him to see my work, you may bring him along with you and show him here.

Sir Angelo stroked his chin before making his decision. “I will do just that, mister rock dragon. I am sure he will love it; why, I am not even a poet yet I find myself driven to write a poem!” He spent the next few seconds trying to come up with a good rhyme for “schist” before the dragon turned and left, either to escape the conversation or to find more interesting gems and minerals. Several minutes passed while the large knight look through other rocks, pointing out their construction and properties, before he remembered he was patrolling with Sir Marc. Sir Angelo bid the monster a goodbye, turned, and, with a “hup hup hup hup hup,” jogged after the horse-rider.

#second citadel #sir angelo #sir marc #the penumbra podcast #drgon #monster #writing #smaugust in november #fanfiction

[thedyslexicbard]

Tangled in Webs ~ Chapter 3 The Unbreakable Promise

bt A/N: oh I’m back with the next instalment if you want the previous chapters they are on a master list i will post later!!

After some re thinking and re watching i have decided to change a few things such as peters hair length and some other bits :) sorry for the huge hiatus i was just uninspired and didnt feel like writing but im back baby :) 

For previous chapters look in the #tangled in webs tag :)

Words 2417 Yeah thats a lot of freakin words bro 

Summary: so as the title suggests its a Tangled AU where you as the reader are Flynn Rider until you reveal your true name as Y/N Y/L/N but you’ve seen Tangled right? and peter of course is Rapunzel but his name is peter!!

Peter looked out of his tower and sighed as the sun began to set, he twisted round leaning against the windowsill huffing “guess i'll be watching the lights from here” Peter looked at M-J who gave him a sympathetic squeal. Peter didn't notice the figure running towards his tower until it was to late.

The Girl fell face forward the brown satchel slipped from her hands as Peter let out a cry hiding behind a mannequin, Peter peeped over the top of the mannequin then using it to shield himself as he moved forward to the body.Peter winced as he drew the frying pan once more prodding the girls head flinching back as if to see if the girl moved, nothing happened peter looked to MJ with a confused expression to chameleon was just as confused replying with a simple shrug. Peter looked back at the body his frying pan was still ready to THWACK again he stepped forward nudging the girls head revealing part of her face he took a moment to look at her features then looked to MJ, who in return went to the exaggerated portrait of a thug peters mother drew only moments before mimicking the red colour and miming pointy teeth. Peter flipped the pan around using the handle to push the girls top lip to reveal normal white teeth, peter Gasped he then flipped her hair from her face to show the most beautiful girl Peter had ever seen that wasn't a portrait in a book. He moved in closer admiring her beauty when a bright (Eye Colour) Eye peered back at him in one split second Peter hit the Girl again in fear.

Peter had to do something about the girl he couldn't just leave her there on the floor for his mother to find, peter paced around looking for places to hide a body his long hair flowing behind him “Ah HA i got it MJ i’ll hide her in here” he exclaimed wrapping his hair around the girl and using his strength to pull her towards the Wardrobe (Closet). “okay here goes” he huffed pulling the girl up letting her limp body flop on him as he used a web to pull open the door, “jeez i never knew a girl could weigh so much” peter huffed “okay in you go” peter moved quickly so that the girl would flop into the wardrobe but she infarct missed. this time peter aimed his web shooter to a high beam in the tower wrapping his hair around the girl again he swung dropping Flynn into the wardrobe the force closing the doors tight “YEs” peter cheered dropping in front to pull his hair from the closet “oh no, no, no don’t be stuck OH COME ON !” peter face planted the door grumbling nonsense as he opened the doors again The body flopping out instantly. he took a few steps back thinking of a solution.

His next attempt seemed flawless push the body up quickly close the doors but no the girl flopped out once more, “Okay this time will indefinably work” peter thought he grabbed a nearby broom lifting the girl up and pushing her in and slamming the doors on her hand “ouch” peter winched as he poked the hand back in pushing a chair up to stop her flopping out again.

“okay, okay, I have a person in My Closet, I've got a person in my closet,” peter started still not believing himself as he spoke to his reflection “I have a Person in My closet!! Haha Awww Yeah Two week to handle myself out there,huh Mother? Well tell that to my Frying pan”  

BONK !

“huh?” peter rubbed his head where he hit it with the frying pan noticing a shiny object in the satchel the girl dropped, he walked towards it picking up the object admiring the bright blue crystals and gold rim, he scrunched his face trying to figure out what it was. He held out his pinky finger sliding the crown on as if it were one of his mothers hideous rings looking at MJ to see her opinion, She only shook her head. Peter held the crown closer to his face closing one eye as if he was using one of the many magnifying glasses looking at MJ again who only shook her head. Frustrated peter turned to the mirror again looking at his reflection he looked at the crown in his hands and deciding to place it upon his head staring at his reflection his hazel eyes wide with curiosity-

“Oh Peter!!” Gothel cried from the bottom of the tower snapping peter from his trance, he stated rushing around putting the crown into a pot and heading to the window.  “would you let down that rope”

“one moment mother” peter shouted down as he hooked the rope around the window hook letting it drop to the ground.

“i have a big surprise!” Gothel shouted upwards with delight as she grabbed the rope

“uh, i Do too”

“Oh i bet my surprise is bigger!”

“I seriously doubt it” peter mumbled pulling the rope, Mother Gothel appearing at the window beaming

“i brought back parsnips. i'm going to make hazelnut soup for dinner, your favourite. Surprise!!”

Peter pulled the rest of the rope back into the tower leaving it in a neat pile “Well Mother there is something i want to tell you”

“oh Peter , you know i hate leaving you after a fight” she started hanging her cloak up and heading to the kitchen area “especially when i have done absolutely nothing wrong”

“okay, i’ve been thinking a lot  about what you said, earlier” peter started eagerly  as he shuffled closer to the wardrobe as not to spoil his surprise.

“I hope you’re not still talking about the stars.” he tone became dull with a hint of aggravation “Floating lights” peter corrected “and yes I’m leading up to that” he moved closer to the wardrobe

“because i really thought we dropped the issue, sweetheart”

“No mother, i'm just saying, you think i'm not strong enough to handle myself out there” his hand was mere inches away from the chair holding his ticket to see the Floating lights, Gothel turned to face Peter “Oh darling, i know you’re not strong enough to handle yourself out there”

“But if you Just-”

“-Peter we’re done talking about this” Gothel faced him anger lacing her tone

“Trust me-”  “-Peter!-” “-...I know what i’m-” “-Peter” “Oh Come on” His hand was on the handle he could finally -

” PETER ENOUGH With THE LIGHTS peter you are never leaving. this. tower. EVER!” GOthel screamed her voice echoing within the tower, Peter flinched with every word his hand moving away from the chair and his freedom

“ugh great. Now i look like the bad guy” Gothel slumped into her chair head in her hand, Peter didn’t know what to do he could feel tear pricking at his eyes he hated making his mother shout at him. Peter looked around the room his sight settling on his new painting of the lights then back to wardrobe he sighed “all i was going to say, mother is that i know what i want for my birthday, now.” peter warped his arms around him in a hug smiling

“and what is that?”

“new paint. That paint made from the white shells you once brought me”

“Well that is a very long trip peter almost three days time”Gothel protested

“i just thought it was a better idea than, uh, stars.”

Gothal sighed getting up from her chair walking towards peter “are you sure you’ll be alright, on your own?” peter wrapped his arms around Gothel “i know i’m safe as long as i’m here” Gothel kissed his hair in acknowledgement.

Peter packed Gothel a basket of food as she put her cloak back on “i’ll be back in three days time, i love you very much, my dear”  

“I love you more”

“I love you most”

Peter watched as Gothel left the tower and through the hidden passage and in a flash he raced to the wardrobe armed with his frying pan he moved the chair from the wardrobe shielding himself, he took in a deep breath exhaling “OKay”  he grabbed his hair and whipped it to the handle pulling it open, Flynn Flopped out with very little grace peter to checked to see if she was a live and tied her to the chair with his hair and some of his webs. Peter pulled the chair into the sunlight beaming into the tower, Mj squealed as she popped up on Flynns shoulder she slapped her a few times but gave up reeing up she stuck her tongue right in Flynns ear.

“AAHHHHHHHHH….. What?” flynn screamed her breathing became erratic as she tried to figure out her surroundings, she noticed she was tied up and looked down at the restrains “is this hair?” she asked looking at how far it goes stopping at a shadow

“struggling …. Struggling is pointless” Peter stammers fear and adrenaline took over

“Huh?” Flynn squinted at the shadow

“I know why you’re here” peter started moving closer “And i'm not afraid of you”

“What?” Peter emerged from the shadows his frying pan ready to strike “Who are you, And how did you find me?

“Ah ha” was all Flynn could say

“Who are you, and how did you find me?” peter asked again his frying pan raised

“ahem , i know not who you are Nor how i came to find you but may i just say…. Hi” she smirked “how you doing? The names Flynn Ryder, how's your day going,huh?”

Peter looked confused at the confidence Flynn had he huffed “Who else knows my location, FLynN RyDer?” he spoke pointing the pan back at Flynn.

“All right Blondie-”

“Peter”

“Guzuntight, here's the deal, I was in a situation, Gallivanting through the forest, i came across your tower and” sudden realization hit Flynn “oh no where is my satchel?”

“I’ve hidden it, somewhere you’ll never find it.” peter bluffed but Flynn didn’t buy it as she scanned the tower her eyes landing on a ceramic pot  “its in that pot,isn't it.”

THWACK

Flynn woke again to MJ’s tongue in her ear again she look at the lizard before screaming “Will you stop that!” rubbing the side of her head on her shoulder

“Now its hidden where you’ll never find it” peter smirked waving his hair behind him he stated to pace around Flynn “So, what do you want, with my hair? To cut it?”

“What?!”

“Sell it?”

“No! Listen, the only thing i want to do with your hair, which is a very large amount for a guy like you is get out of it. Literally!! And what's with this other stuff, and please tell me it didn't come out of you”

“What!? No i made it it's like spiders webs and glue”

“Right your like the king you make things cool cool cool cool no doubt no doubt”

“Wait, you don't want my hair?” Peter was confused his mother told him that his hair would be the only reason anyone would want to hurt him

“Why on earth would i want your hair?” Flynn was even more confused why would anyone come to steal someone's hair “Look, i was being chased, i saw a tower, i climbed it, end of story.”

“You’re telling the truth?”

“Yes”

“Hummm” Peter ran everything though his head as Mj popped up once more running down his arm to the end of the frying pan, she stared flynn down as peter moved her away growling.Flynn just looked confused.

MJ started to squeal and squeak as if she was talking to peter “i know, i need someone to take me.” peter began  earning a few more squeaks “i think she’s telling the truth, too.” more questioning squeaks “doesn't have fangs, but what choice do i have?”.

Flynn peerd round concern played on her face as she started to bounce on the chair to move peter sighed “oh okay Flynn Ryder, I’m Prepared to offer you a deal.”

“Deal?”

“Look this way” peter pulled his hair making the chair spin losing its balance making Flynn fall face first “oof” Peter on the other hand climbed on top of the fireplace pulling the curtain back on his new masterpiece “Do you know what these are?”

“You mean the lantern thing they do for the Prince?” she spoke face squashed against the floor

“Lanterns….i knew they weren’t stars. Well, tomorrow evening they will light the night sky,with these lanterns. You, will act as my guide take me to these lanterns and return me home safely Then and only then, will i return your satchel to you that is my deal”

FLynn smiled at how ridiculous this guy was being as she tried to roll over “yeah, no can do, unfortunately, the kingdom and i aren't exactly, ‘Simpatico’ at the moment so i won't be taking you anywhere”

Peter raised an eyebrow and looked at MJ who motioned to whoop Flynn’s ass, he jumped down from the mantle and pulled his hair in turn FLynns chair lifted up “something brought you here, FlYNn RyDEr, call it what you will Fate, Destiny.”

“A horse” she deadpanned

“So i have made the decision to trust you.”

“A horrible Decision, Really.” she mumbled

“But trust me, when i tell you this” peter moved in closer so he was face to face with the girl “you can tear this tower apart, brick by brick but without my help you will never find your precious satchel.” Flynn gulped “LEt me just get this straight, i Take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home and you’ll give me back my satchel?”

“I Promise” Flynn only raised her eyebrow at him “And when i Promise something, i never Ever break that Promise EVER!”

“Alright, listen, i didn't want to have to do this but you leave me no choice Here comes the ‘Smolder’” Flynn tried to pull a sexy face but peter didn't buy it he just looked at her with pure determination “this is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen… FINE! I’ll take you to see the lanterns”

“REALLY!!” Peter exclaimed letting go of the chair Flynn slammed face first once more into the floor “oops” “i think you broke my face”

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facial hair:     clean-shaven   /   smooth-shaven  /   beard   /   neckbeard   /   goatee   /   moustache   /   sideburns   /   mutton-chop sideburns   /   stubble   /   a few days’ growth of beard   /   five o’ clock shadow

hair (general):     long /   short  /   shoulder-length /   loose   /   limp   /   dull   /   shiny   /  glossy /   sleek /   smooth   /  luminous   /   lustrous   /   spiky   /   stringy    /   shaggy   /   tangled   /   messy  /   tousled   /   windblown   /   unkempt   /   straggly   /   neatly combed   /  parted   /   slicked down   /   slicked back /   cropped   /   clipped   /   buzzed   /   buzz cut   / bangs  /  curly   /   bushy   / floofy /  frizzy   /   wavy   /   straight   /   lanky   /   dry  /   oily   /   greasy   /   layers   /   corkscrews   /   spirals   /   ringlets   /   braids   /   dreadlocks   /  widow’s peak /   bald   /   shaved   /   comb-over   /  thick  /   luxuriant   /   voluminous  /  full  /   wild   /   untamed   /   bouncy   /   wispy   /   fine   /   thinning

hair (color):     black   /   blue-black /   jet black  /   raven   /   ebony   /   inky black   /   midnight   /   sable   /   salt and pepper   /   silver   /   silver gray   /   charcoal gray   /   steel gray   /   white   /   snow-white   /   brown   /   brunette   /   chocolate brown   /   coffee brown   /   ash brown   /   brown sugar   /   nut brown   /   caramel   /   tawny brown   /   toffee brown   /  red  /   ginger  /   auburn   /   copper   /   strawberry blonde   /   butterscotch   /   honey   /   wheat   /   blonde   /   golden   /   sandy blond   /   flaxen   /   fair-haired   /   bleached   /   platinum  / silver-blue

body type:     tall /   average height /   short   /   petite   /   tiny   /   compact   /   big   /   large   /   burly   /   beefy   /   bulky   /   brawny   /   barrel-chested   /   heavy   /   heavy-set   /   fat   /   overweight   /   obese   /   flabby   /   chunky   /   chubby   / pudgy /   pot-bellied   /   portly   /   thick   /   stout   /   lush   /   plush   /   full-figured   /   ample   /   rounded   /   voluptuous   /  curvy   /   hourglass /   plump   /   leggy /   long-legged   /   gangling   /  lanky   /   coltish   /   lissome   /   willowy   /   lithe /   lean   /   slim   /   slender   / trim /   thin  /   skinny   /   emaciated   /   gaunt   /   bony   /   spare   /   solid   /   stocky   /   wiry   /   rangy   /   sinewy   /   stringy   /   ropy   /   sturdy /   strapping   /   powerful   /  hulking   /   fit  /  athletic   /   toned   /  muscular  /   chiseled   /   taut   /  ripped /   herculean /   broad-shouldered /   sloping shoulders /   bowlegged

hands:     delicate   /   small /   large /   square   /   sturdy   /   strong   /   smooth  /   rough  /  calloused /   elegant /   plump   /   manicured   /   stubby fingers   /   long fingers  /  ragged nails  /   grimy fingernails   /   ink-stained /   cursed   /  blackened   /

[atomicjules-blog]

INTERVIEW MEME

——— character question sheet

▌REAL NAME: jules eleanor vaughn ▌SINGLE OR TAKEN: verse dependent, but on a neutral level.. single but also v affectionate and kind of a thing w/ rue as we see in the canon storyline of s1 ▌ABILITIES OR POWERS:  being adorable lbr, being an actual fairy ▌EYE COLOR: light blue w/ a dark blue rim around it ▌HAIR COLOR:  usually white-ish blonde with varying added colors depending on her vibe atm ▌FAMILY MEMBERS: dad (who she adores). mom (who isn’t in the picture anymore). her grandparents on her dad’s side, her pets (dog, cat, lizard) ▌SOMETHING THEY DON’T LIKE: violence, bigotry, letting others down, someone being mad at her, loneliness, bland things, lack of color, math, mean hearted people  ▌HOBBIES / ACTIVITIES: fashion, makeup, astrology, meeting new people, having fun, watching film/foreign film/tv/anime, observing various cultures, exploring, crystals, caring for her pets/plants, mythology, drawing/art ▌EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE:  i mean yes but never ever with purpose  ▌EVER KILLED ANYONE BEFORE: UM NO not this baby ▌WORST HABITS: acting on impulse, putting herself in unsafe situations, self-harm (of several sorts), being too much of a people pleaser ▌ROLE MODELS: every magical girl in every anime ever i guess ▌SEXUAL ORIENTATION: jules just goes with the flow of what she’s feelin lulz ▌THOUGHTS ON MARRIAGE/KIDS: marriage? one day probs but kids ehhhh  ▌FEARS: ... i’ll just do the main ones. being stuck in a nightmare, choking on something, being dead/a ghost and not knowing, being abandoned, the dark if shes alone (shhhhh)   ▌STYLE PREFERENCES: harajuku reference, “kawaii” jfashion reference, 90s and early 2000s reference, very light lolita reference, goth reference, grunge reference, bright colors, pastels, fun textures, faux fir, mix of patterns, short skirts, chunky boots/sneakers, flowers, cutesy 

▌SOMEONE THEY LOVE:  RUE BENNETT!!!! ▌APPROACH TO FRIENDSHIPS: she just loves to fill them with love!!! super lovey right off the bat and is ride or die for the true ones. she loves to compliment and show little tokens of appreciation and send cute texts! she’s the friend who would do something crazy w/ u  ▌THOUGHTS ON PIE: SOUR CHERRY!!!!!! PUMPKIN!!!!!!!!!! ▌FAVORITE DRINK:  honeydew bubble tea ▌FAVORITE PLACE TO SPEND TIME AT: on her bike finding new places she likes, her room, antique shops, forests ▌SWIM IN THE LAKE OR IN THE OCEAN: either! but prefers ocean  ▌THEIR TYPE: no specific type but she likes guys her age up to much older.. brunette masc more filled out figured guys that make her feel xtra delicate and cute hahah. tall!!!! muscles!! with girls??? she just likes all the pretty girls idk she loves all girls. she likes someone who likes to pull the reigns and be someone who can teach her something in life persay.. someone with a soft side and an appreciation for art and at least a moderate concern for social issues. someone who she can talk about random topics and deep subjects with (like aliens, astrology, past lives, conspiracy theories, art meaning, spirituality, film), someone who is gentle with animals, someone protective but who will still let her be her free authentic self  ▌CAMPING OR INDOORS: both!!!!! she loves outdoors and indoors 

TAGGED BY: @kitkween TAGGING: anybody who wants to do it!!! i don’t wanna leave anyone out 

#ᶤ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ᶤᵐ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ʰᶤᵍʰ // headcanon

[magic5ball]

Nature Trail to Hell Arc IV: Megamart of Darkness (10)

Chapter 10: Bokrug vs. A-Bomb vs. Watt! Ultimate Deathmatch!!!

Despite having only golf clubs, A-Bomb was fearless. A reckless sort of fearlessness that leads one to charge a 25 pound, machine gun toting mass of unadulterated avian fury.

A fearlessness that would only make sense if your opponent was playing right into your hands.

“Bokrug! Look out!”

By the time the last word left my mouth, it was too late. A-Bomb teed off on Bokrug’s jaw, sending the gander flying. The machine gun clattered to the ground, where it shattered into a thousand pieces. All that was left was for A-Bomb to start teeing off on Bokrug’s downed carcass, which he gleefully did. Repeatedly. And it looked very painful, so painful it scared me out of mini golf for life. Even so much as touching a club gives me memories of the poor goose’s gasps of pain.

“Please, my child.” He begged “You may have fallen far, but the kind, innocent boy I once knew is still in there. I can feel it!”

“Really? Because my internet history says otherwise!”

If Bokrug wasn’t getting hit before, now he’d been reduced to the world’s downiest piñata. And yours truly could only watch helplessly as his physical form looked like it was gonna explode into a million bloody pieces any second, too glued to my seat (literally) to do anything. Or was I? Because A-Bomb had only glued the bottom of my seat. If I could only wriggle out of my pants…

           Gotta give credit to Bokrug: he held out much longer than I thought he would. But even dinosaurs fall with enough beating, and before long A-Bomb was standing triumphantly over his kill like some African big game hunter. Right as I was able to slip out of my pants. Though when you consider I was wearing my pachyrhinosaurus underwear, the exact same smelly pair I’d been wearing since I’d left camp, this may have made my problem much, much worse.

           A-Bomb laughed loud and deep at the sight, his face turning a deep red. This must have gone on for several minutes, him constantly on the verge of chortling his lungs out, myself too strawberry red to move. Then, once he’d spit out enough chuckles to speak again:

“A-are you kidding me?!“He pointed at me like some schoolyard bully. “Of all the dinosaurs you get monogramed on your underwear, you chose the NERD one?!”

I breathed deep. “Pachyrhinosauus is an amazing and criminally underrated member of the ceratopsian clade! In addition, it is woefully underrepresented in museu-”

A-Bomb thought that was a regular knee slapper.

“Kid, everyone knows the only reason they throw Pachyrhinosaurus in museums is so they can reach their diversity quotas! Yy-you are such a pathetic NERD!” Another fit of laughter later, he added “I-I can’t kill you like this!”

He snapped his fingers, summoning a legion of brown bagger clones armed with those dumb laser scanners to circle us.

“How about this? For making me laugh, I’ll let you escape! Heck, I’ll throw in a 30 second head start, free of charge!”

The Brown Baggers joined their master’s jeering, lest they be sent to the unemployment line (AKA Pete’s Slaughterhouse). Speaking of the Master, he pulled a bottle of Crystal Springs Water from his khakis and began chugging like he’d hadn’t drunk in a week, the power coursing through his veins.

           I should have run, run like the pathetic wimp I was. But I didn’t. Because at the end of the day, you can steal sacred water from roleplaying geese. You can threaten to turn me into a corporate slave. You can bludgeon a close friend of mine within an inch of his life with and force me to watch. Heck, you can even force me to watch Carney the dinosaur sixty hours straight if you wanna! But nobody, and I mean NOBODY, makes fun of my pachyrhinosaurus underpants and lives to see the next sunrise!

           Instead, I dashed for my pants, thirty seconds ticking away fast. Ten seconds in, I was pulling the packet of grow dinosaurs from my pocket. Another ten I got the stupid wrapping off.

Nine…

I remembered what Bokrug had said about the water, how it was enchanted and whatnot.

Eight…

Problem was, I had no idea where the real water was. The only one I knew was the real deal was being held by A-Bomb, and I sure wasn’t getting there.

Seven…

Unless… I looked at the sad water fountain, spurting alone between two shelves. Maybe the water of the sacred spring wasn’t in a bottle at all.

Six…

I concentrated. No going back now. No regrets…

Five…

A red pill rocketed through the air, a glorious, million dollar shot. A million glowing red darts marked themselves on me.

Four…

Three seconds. Four tense, terrible seconds of that pill riding the wind, right to the rim of the water fountain, teetering on the edge until, at last, the Luck of the Tostigs pulled through, and that baby went right down the drain.  

Three, two…

Something pushed out from inside the water fountain, something BIG!

One…

Shrapnel exploded from where the water fountain had once been as a giant sponge triceratops burst out, alien style. The beast charged, plowing down brown baggers like they were blades of grass. As for A-Bomb, he didn’t even get a chance to set a stupid expression on his face before he was reduced to a red stain on the tile floor. And from where that water fountain once stood, the sacred spring gushed forth, coating the rest of the little sponge grow capsules, turning them to life-size dinosaurs. Not missing a beat, I hopped on the triceratops, and gave it a little bit of Tostig family advice:

“CHAAAARRRRGGGGGGEEEEEE!”

And boy howdy, did we! With a bellow that shook the foundations of the Wegmart, the triceratops launched fifty employees so high they left little brown bagger shaped holes in the ceiling! Heck, if I hadn’t used my toe claws to lodge myself in its’ skin, I might have been tossed into the next state!. Meanwhile, where the water of the Sacred Sprinng showered on Bokrug, he changed, wings becoming massive muscular arms, a wide sail growing on his back, his face becoming long and crocodilian, feathers became scales. A form I would recognize anywhere: Spinosaurus Aegyptus.

The brown baggers scattered. One dinosaur they could handle, but thirteen? Not a chance! Together, we watched the remaining five or so survivors flee into the stock room as we posed epically on a thousand foot mountain made of their corpses. Any that weren’t fast enough were picked up in Bokrug’s massive jaws and flipped up into the air, only to be swallowed whole like gingerbread pancakes! Our remaining troops, few as there were, flocked to join us.

We’d won.

The words felt weird on my lips, my brain still trying to grasp what just happened.

We’d won.

Yet I couldn’t deny it: somehow, we’d kicked out the most powerful company in Pennsylvania.

“WE’VE WON!”

Bokrug bellowed majestically into the air, his voice ancient and primeval The rest of the birds, dinosaurs, shopping carts, and whoever else was in our slapdash army joined in:

“WE WON! WE WON! WE WON!”

And they carried me out of the store on their wings like I was some kind of rock star.

                                                             .   .   .

           That night, we partied. And by partied I mean set out the spoils of our war (snack chips and pretzels, mostly) while everyone stood awkwardly around the punch bowl, not knowing what to say (for guys who wore party hats all the time, LARP geese sure don’t know how to hold a conversation). Bokrug especially seemed interested in going to the little dino’s room and staying there a really long time. As for me, I stared into one of the barbeque fires we’d set around the place for lighting, plotting my next move. Hilda and whatever we’d put in Ms. Hoebag’s body were running the camp like a Siberian Gulag; in the middle of it all was my ticket back to reality, and by extension, my Gameboy Advance.

And, y’know, Mom was probably worried sick about me.

After half an hour of brisk walking, I found the bathroom door. I knocked twice.

“Bokrug, you in there?”

“My apologies,” bellowed the dinosaur, “but it seems as a final act of resistance, the minions of darkness burned all the toilet paper, so that we may never properly use their waste depository facilities.”

Sighing, I shoved some party napkins under the door.

“These do not seem to be the papers I seek. Are you certain these will work?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

One flush later, Bokrug barreled out, knocking the door off its’ hinges.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I replied, heading in myself.

Bokrug cocked his head to the side, the way birds do when they’re curious.

“And why would you leave paradise? With the waters of the Sacred Springs in our grasp, we shall soon surpass even the empire of Tako Shak in power!”

I shook my head, strategically positioning Mr. Weenie over the dung pit, letting loose. Bullseye. “Bok, I want to stay, but my Mom and Gameboy are at home, and I’m sure as heck my dirty rotten little brother isn’t going to give them company.”

The dinosaur could only stare in awed amazement as I epically exited the loo, piece of toilet paper attached to my shoe. “Long story short, I’m going to summer camp. Wanna join me?”

The dinosaur shook his crocodilian head.  “While the idea of devouring communist elementary schoolers does pique my interest, my responsibilities are to my people. I cannot leave them leaderless at such an incredible time.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling a little bit damped down. “There’ll be all the communist turds you can eat.”

“Watterson, you have helped me when I needed it most, but you have your family, and I must care for mine. Surely, you understand?”

And for the first time I thought about how I had left Hilda at summer camp. I wondered how she was holding on now that Shatner and I had left.  

But before I could head on my way, the old water lizard had one last surprise in store for me.  “However, there is one gift I can give you.”

Holding out a scaly hand, I saw the grow capsules I’d filched off Wegmart, now turned into tiny sponge dinosaurs that galloped across he palm.

“My apologies, they shrunk in the sun.”

You’d think I’d be upset, but I wasn’t worried. Not at all.

                                                            .   .   .

           And so we went on our quest: me and twelve grow-sponge saurian mercenaries from hell. We walked along a dirt road for about twelve hours before, as luck would have it, along trundled a Systo delivery truck, the same kind that delivered the crap food to camp. Hitchhiking wasn’t as hard as I thought (having dinosaur claws makes you surprisingly persuasive!), and soon me and the dinosaurs were crammed into a cardboard box in the semitrailer.

And so I sat in the dark, curled up inside a cardboard box meant for Styrofoam containers trying to formulate the master plan to get my body back. And by formulate a master plan I mean trying not to laugh at the Spongeboy jokes that would randomly pop into my head and focus, darn it!

Instead, I found myself drifting to sleep as the truck rolled across the winding backroads leading to fate, to destiny, to the thing that had started this all…

                                                  Summer Camp.

(Okay, so maybe I started it all by putting firecrackers in Dad’s cereal, but hey, I wasn’t the one who forced a young, innocent mind to watch Barney the ‘Dinosaur’. ‘Shudder’)

                                     Part IV: MegaMart of Darkness: End

(Author’s Note: To everyone who’s read this far: thank you for hanging with me all this time! It really does mean a lot to me! Anyways, as it stands, I’m not quite happy with the final arc, so I’ll be taking a month’s hiatus to maybe fine-tune it a little bit. Until then, thank you so much for staying with this story, and see you soon!)

#My writing #Nature Trail To Hell #bokrug #supermarket #geese #summer camp

[topfygad]

Beyond Bali: 7 Brilliant Destinations in Indonesia

On my most up-to-date cease by to Indonesia I used to be decided to uncover extra of the pure magnificence over and above Bali. I’ll be the first to acknowledge how considerably I am keen on the Balinese paradise, nonetheless I’m additionally a lover of a lot much less crowds (the 2 no extra time go hand in hand). So this trip was all about acquiring lesser acknowledged locations inside Indonesia. The technique was to maintain close to to Bali (a ship experience or flight absent) however sense a globe away from the hustle and bustle.

Kelingking Seaside

It might be claimed that Nusa Penida is the brand new Bali. It’s listed right here wherein you’ll uncover Kelingking seashore. Completely positive, it’s a nice deal smaller and underdeveloped however the dramatic cliffside seaside places have put this place on the map. Since of the rise in stage of recognition we’d advocate touring to faster as a substitute than afterward to absorb what’s left of the tough and ruggedness of this island.

Pink Seaside

Visualize a seaside so crystal distinct you’ll be able to see the smallest fish beneath you nonetheless usually are not dodging coral as your ft soften into the silky sand. I used to be so amazed to uncover no only one else experiencing Pink Seaside after we arrived. No matter being one of the stunning seashores I’ve frequented the setting in extra of, Pink Seaside was quiet, surreal and serene. This solely purchased significantly better after we boarded our boat once more to the mainland and seen because the photo voltaic set the sky on fireside in shades of good orange, pink and purple.

Padar Island

I skilled discovered pics of Padar Island when investigating this journey to Indonesia and knew shortly I wanted to see this take a look at for myself. As if it had been out of a Jurassic Park film, Padar Island feels so surreal that you’ll be pinching your self. Of sophistication if you happen to make time to cease by close by Komodo Nationwide Park and see the favored dragons, you truly will really feel pre-historic.

Mount Bromo

Image if I reported to you that you can cease by and stroll the crater rim of Indonesia’s most exceptional lively volcano. You’ll be able to. Mount Bromo just isn’t the to begin with spot for intercontinental travellers nevertheless it actually properly actually needs to be inside your prime three. It’s fairly a mission to entry Bromo, like a 12:00am get up name adopted by a 5 hour push. Nonetheless as quickly as there, the dawn views are merely spectacular.

Lombok

I had listened to from a number of traveller buddies that Lombok was the thriller cooler cousin to Bali so I spotted I had to take a look at with my possess eyes. Lombok just isn’t very as up and coming as I predicted, nonetheless the chance is definitely there. The island is muslim (versus Hindu in Bali) so the celebration scene is significantly extra tame and confined to Western trip resort areas. I’d take pleasure in to seem again in a pair a very long time and see what continues to come back to fruition in Lombok.

Komodo Countrywide Park

If you happen to take pleasure in wildlife and really feel the weirder the better, then you ought to be assured to go to Komodo Nationwide Park. I utterly love viewing indigenous wildlife of their pure habitat and I’ve acquired to confess I hardly assumed that might comprise a Komodo dragon. These outsized lizards are exceptionally hazardous so be completely positive to maintain your size!

Wakatobi

If there is only one specific vacation spot on this guidelines I do know you haven’t listened to about, it’s Wakatobi. This engaging and secluded island in East Java is so underdeveloped that you’ll come throughout it troublesome assembly different Westerners. However whether it is neighborhood immersion you’re simply after, Wakatobi is strictly the place you’ll get hold of it. Superior nonetheless, among the highest diving Indonesia has to give you is discovered right here and because of the reality the holiday spot is however to see quite a few vacationer guests, it’s unbelievably low-priced.

Not accomplished organising? See further of our Indonesia guides on this article.

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[bonelessnerd]

Another entry for @tyrantisterror‘s kaiju contest, this one a bit more unorthodox...

Nogad

Aliases- The Unliving Island, Numbskull Rock, Braindead Hill, The Cave of Flesh

Location- Unspecified rocky island of the coast of Polynesia

Size- just over 700 feet long upon initial discovery, and processes of decomposition and rampant cellular regeneration have since caused the kaiju’s body to expand to an extent not currently known. While technically the largest kaiju on record, most experts disqualify Nogad from that title due to its unusual “condition”

History- During the mass chain reaction event caused by nuclear testing, many yamaneon-rich Kaiju ecosystems were brought to the surface. One of the oddest events linked to this reaction is the mass beaching of roughly a dozen Kaiju-sized organisms within and around the Polynesian islands. Of these, all but one underwent what would become known as the typical process of kaiju decomposition, rapidly disintegrating into crystalline spires.

All except Nogad.

Amid the madness and frantic activity of the Atomic Age of Monsters, many budding kaijuologists lept at the opportunity to study a massive, inert specimen, as well as attempt to decipher the mystery of its lingering corpse. Wilhelmina Lerna notably abstained from the proposed expedition to observe the fallen titan, under the belief that more lives could be saved by studying the behavior of living kaiju than poking at the remains of a dead one.

Upon arrival, it became apparent that the kaiju was not truly dead- the occasional twitch and shudder of its massive body suggesting that Nogad was paralyzed in some way. A party was lead directly into the beasts massive maw by Dr. Jonah Gulliver, who discovered within what he described as “an entirely kaiju-based ecosystem”. 

Biology- Nogad’s body houses an entirely unique biome consisting of massive, highly evolved parasites. Species of massive tapeworms, roundworms, sea lice, flukes, parasitic barnacles and more crawl and squirm throughout its inert flesh, feeding off of it as well as one another.

Dr. Gulliver discovered that the body of a kaiju provided virtually the perfect environment for parasites- a massive, infinitely regenerating host allowing them to grow larger and more advanced than any other opportunity available. Gulliver went on to become the world’s only expert in kaiju parasitology, on one occasion even being called on to treat Tyrantis for an infestation of massive radioactive scale-lice.

Nogad’s brain has been almost 50% consumed by a massive parasitic worm, dubbed “Trichinos” by Gulliver and potentially considered a kaiju in its own right. It is believed that Trichinos has some degree of control over the rest of the parasites in Nogad’s body through a combination of telepathy and pheromonal control. This bizarre collection of organisms is paradoxically the reason Nogad hasn’t dissolved into yamaneon crystals, acting as a life-support system of sorts for the comatose kaiju, their biological processes fueling the action of its internal organs while its regenerative cells are in a constant battle with the mundane processes of decay.

More History- Despite its fascinating nature, Nogad soon faded into a mere curiosity in the wake of increasing kaiju activity in the following years, although several follow-up exhibitions to the “unliving island” were launched. 

Local youths and fishermen have mapped the beasts internal structures more intricately than any visiting scientist, and can be hired by wealthy thrill-seekers as guides. Many claim that the beast is “even larger on the inside”, although these claims have never been scientifically proven.

Photographs of Nogad’s inner body cavity were used as the cover art for The Thunder Lizard’s fifth album, Whalefall, featuring The Cashews.

Artist Notes

This one was really inspired by kaiju-style locations like Skull Island and the like, so I thought “what if the kaiju was the location”. The Atomic Fossilization thing short me down for a bit before i realized parasitic wasps and shit keep their victims alive as they feed of of them. There’s still a bit of a lovecraft vibe (and reference) but of a different sort than my last entry. Not gonna lie I got a bit of inspiration from modern kaiju films like Cloverfield and that one scene in Pacific Rim.

#atom create a kaiju contest #tyrantisterror #kaiju #doodles #parasites

[new-moon-over-septarsis]

Bold All Physical Traits That Apply To Your Muse - Juno Sagina

eyes (general):   large  /   small   /   narrow   /   sharp  /   squinty   /   round  / almond  /  wide-set  /   close-set   /   deep-set  /   sunken   /   bulging   /   protruding   /   wide  /  hooded   /   heavy-lidded   /   bright  /   sparkling   /   glittering   /   flecked   /   dull   /   bleary   /   rheumy   /   cloudy   /   red-rimmed   /   beady   /   bird-like   /   cat-like   /   jewel-like   /   steely  /   hard   /  long lashes   /   sweeping eyelashes   /   thick eyelashes

eyes (color):     chestnut   /   chocolate brown   /   cocoa brown   /   coffee brown   /   mocha   /   mahogany   /   sepia   /   sienna brown   /   mink brown   /   copper   /   amber   /   cognac  /   whiskey   /   brandy   /   honey  /    tawny   /   topaz   /   hazel   /   obsidian   /   onyx   /   coal   /   raven   /   midnight   /   sky blue   /   sunny blue   /   cornflower blue   /   steel blue /   ice blue  /   arctic blue   /   glacial blue   /   crystal blue   /   cerulean   /   electric blue   /   azure   /  lake blue   /   aquamarine   /   turquoise   /   denim blue   /   slate blue / slate gray   /   storm blue / storm gray   /   silver   /   silver gray   /   chrome   /   platinum   /   pewter   /   smoky gray   /   ash gray   /   concrete gray   /   dove gray   /   shark gray   /   fog gray   /   gunmetal gray   /   olive   /   emerald   /   leaf green   /   moss green

eyebrows:     arched   /   straight   /   plucked  /   sparse   /   trim /   dark   /   faint   / thin / thick /   unruly   /   bushy   /   heavy

skin (general):     lined   /   wrinkled   /   seamed   /   leathery  /   sagging   /   drooping   /   loose   /   clear   /   smooth  /   silken   /   satiny   /   dry /   flaky   /   scaly   /   delicate   /   thin   /   translucent   /   luminescent   / baby-soft  /   flawless   /   small pores   /   large pores   /   glowing   /   dewy /   dull   /   velvety   /   fuzzy   /   rough   /   uneven   /   mottled   /   dimpled  /   doughy   / firm /   freckled   /   pimply   /   pockmarked   /   blemished   /   pitted  /  scarred /   bruised /   veined   /   scratched   /   sunburned   /   weather-beaten   /   raw   /   tattooed

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[kenpaisworkshop]

Sinquest: Soul and Sand: Part I

“The Desert Jewel of Chazin”

Subject: @sin-quest Characters: Ken’pai the Mechanist, Tomis the Warlock (owned by @tomis-jb) Warnings: None

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It was a stifling mixture of sun and sand as the two travellers hopped off the caravan, gazing into the city gates of the great desert capital of Chazin. The sound of boots and...claws wafted into the air as grains gently blustered all about them.

“I don't know why I let you drag me all the way out here,” said the first one. He was a walking contrast of the environment; black robes, black boots, black...everything, save for a white skull-like mask concealed by an even blacker hood. Not many knew of the warlocks, as they were a rare breed, but they had a tendency to stand out. Hiding wasn't exactly something they felt was a necessity.

His companion was an even stranger case. A bit taller, he dressed rather plainly, a brown collared tunic tucked into dark-grey trousers, and a large backpack, with several pouches for extra storage in the straps. His ensemble wasn't exactly the point of contention.

It was the scales. Green with flecks of red, to be precise. He was one of the Lizard-folk.

He reached into a pouch and fished out a pair of cyan-tinted goggles, matching his reptilian eyes. He pulled the straps behind two long horns protruding from the back of his head, stretching the lenses out to cover his face. A large snout breathed in, and he exhaled out of a toothy mouth, his lips curling back into a sort of smile.

The lizard-man tugged at his black leather gloves and gazed down at his feet. They were bound by straps, which made for more comfort for his digitigrade feet, letting his toe-claws sink into the warm sands.

“I didn't drag you anywhere, Tomisss,” he hissed with a grin, “I was going to come out here whether you came along or not.”

The warlock shook his head. “Yeah, well, somebody's gotta make sure my precious protege keeps his scales attached.”

“Protege, is it? Hah...I suppose I'll take the compliment. Besides, you can't possibly say this place is all bad. It's so warm here...it's relaxing.”

The lizard-man looked at Tomis again, noting his clothing.

“Well, for me it is.”

“Of course it is, Ken'pai. Remind me again what we're looking for?”

Ken reached back into his bag, feeling around a bit before pulling out a large parchment and unfurling it. It was a somewhat old map of Chazin, a city divided into four quarters with a fading red circle marked.

“I'm looking for a friend of Master Gray's. According to this he's in...the east quarter, one street over from the Great Well.”

Tomis gazed at the distant structures looming in the distance. “Haven't really been here before, but I'm guessing something called a “Great Well” won't be too hard to spot.”

Ken chuckled. “Oh no, trust me, we'll just keep going straight down this road. We definitely won't miss it.”

The two stepped through the gates, drawing attention from the guardsmen and citizenry alike. Ken'pai wondered which of the two was drawing more attention, but it was already clear that he knew. His head began to droop, his right arm clutching nervously at his left one.

Lizard-men were even rarer to find in society than warlocks, and they were even more visible. It was a common occurrence that Ken'pai never got used to. The stares. And who could blame them? Lizards didn't wear clothes, didn't speak fluent common. Most people were often surprised to see one standing all the way upright as it walked.

And he was always an “it.” Not a person. Just a species. A monster.

A black-gloved hand rested on Ken'pai's shoulder. “Stop worrying about it. Focus,” Tomis whispered.

The only person who ever showed him kindness, outside his late Master, Gray, Tomis' company was always appreciated, far more than Ken ever let on, and he often wondered if the feeling was mutual. He supposed it was, otherwise he'd find himself walking down the streets alone. Feeling the daggers in everybody's eyes piercing his heart. Alone.

“Thanks,” he said, shaking his head and focusing on taking in the sights instead.

The streets themselves were teeming with wayfarers, citizens, and adventurers, all hailing from all walks of life. The sides were packed with booths, each one manned by merchants selling all kinds of wares, and as they came to an intersection, they could see that even those streets were lined, almost eternally with more and more booths.

Most of the buildings were standard-issue, many roofs having their own furnishings, bordered by parapets in matching styles with the others. Several brightly colored fabrics and banners fluttered in the desert breeze, criss-crossing over the streets with such density that the shade was more than welcome.

Ken pointed at the taller buildings, which all had immense domed roofs, with large crystalline spires protruding out the top.

“Chazin's probably the only nation that harnesses electricity at this rate,” Ken'pai explained, “those crystal spires act like lighthouses in the desert, so lost travellers can at least find their way home to the city if they're lost at night. It's been said that they can be seen from over thirty miles away.”

“Huh.”

Ken began to sound a bit more excited, finally having the opportunity to teach his friend for a change. “They still use magic in order to power their lights though, but there are probably enough magicians outside of the Mages Guild willing to offer their services. I've thought about helping them out, but I'm still unsure of the design. It's tricky, and runs on water, but...although this place has plenty, they could run out much faster than expected, and--”

Tomis pointed to the looming structures jutting up from the center of town. “What about those?” He interrupted.

“You'll see. We're almost there.”

The two walked in silence for a ways, finally coming to the center of town.

...if one could call it a “center.”

What would normally be a great town square was taken up instead by a sprawling chasm, easily five or more miles in diameter, braced with exquisite masonry to keep the sides from caving. Several nets lined the perimeter of the cavity at several different heights, a safety precaution to keep citizens from falling below.

Deep down in the chasm was perhaps the greatest body of fresh water that a desert had any right to see.

Ken'pai pointed at the structures again. They were actually titanic windmills one at each cardinal point around the well, operating a pulley system that drew water from the lake in buckets that rivaled the size of a small house. Once they reached a certain height, they were “tipped,” pouring into stone-worked troughs, each leading deep underneath, into the heart of each quadrant of town.

“Those troughs feed into smaller resevoirs for each quarter of the city. They're still massive, and if by some chance they're overfilled, the excess just pours back into this, the Great Well.”

The warlock folded his arms. “You seem to know a lot about this place.”

Ken leaned forward, resting his elbows on the dividing wall as he watched the systems work their autonomous magic. “I've been here a couple of times. Master Gray was thinking of relocating here. The Mages Guild don't have much sway on this country, you see. Magic is still important, yes, but this is a place of commerce and, more recently, industry. Factories have started springing up here more and more, and I'm sure you noticed all the construction going on.”

Tomis scanned the horizon for a bit. “...Not really.”

“No? You didn't see the scaffolding lining most of the buildings as we went by? Covered with all the fabrics, banners, and sheets? Heh, it's clever, isn't it? They hide it, make it look like it's part of the structure. 'Good for business,' they say.” He pushed himself off the wall and turned to the right. “C'mon, East Quarter's this way. Almost there.”

They followed the rim of the Great Well, finally coming upon yet another street, fittingly called “East Street,” which led all the way down into another inevitible city gate. They didn't have to go nearly as far, turning right again at the first intersection.

They finally came upon a building with a large door with chipping blue paint. Ken'pai rapped on its surface four times before holding his fist to his chest in anticipation. A small panel in the door slid open briefly, then slid shut before the door's locks opened with an audible thunk.

It swung open and revealed the face of an older elf, a long white beard draping over his chest as his lips curled up into a smile.

“Scales! You came!”

Ken'pai nodded and shook the man's hand. “Old Man Loch! It's been what...eight years?”

“Hah, all grown up I see. And your common is inpeccable!”

The lizard-man smiled. “Yep, all grown up, at least in the eyes of my former tribe.”

Loch turned toward Ken's companion and offered a hand. “And you are...?”

The warlock didn't accept the handshake, but still gave a courteous nod. “Tomis.”

“Tomis, alrighty. Come in, you two, come in, get out of the heat.” Loch said, gesturing with a wave.

The two stepped into the rather modest home, Ken having to duck his head slightly to get under the arch in the entry way. Loch led the two to a small table set by four chairs, covered in several books that had seen more than their fair share of use. The entire home was besieged by knowledge, tomes stacking almost to the ceiling in just about every square foot of floor-space, leaving a few narrow pathways to important facilities.

They sat down as Loch pulled out a few pieces of parchment. Drawings.

“This is why I sent for you. Well, I sent for 'Gray,' which I suppose means you're doing good work.”

“Thanks,” Ken nodded. “Doing my best. Clever, hiding it in a book like that.”

Loch nodded. “I figured you'd find the message soon enough. How'd you like it? The book, I mean.”

Tomis snorted amusedly. “He devoured it in the first night like a sweetroll at dinner. You're going to have to find something more challenging.”

“Impressive! It's probably the most intricately detailed manual I have,” Loch professed.

Tomis leaned in a bit. “Then you're going to have to work harder.”

Ken'pai could feel the smirk beaming behind the mask. It was nice, seeing his friend act more jovial. “It was a fantastic read though. I hadn't been to Chazin in years, so reading your manual on the Great Well windmills got me excited to see the real thing!””

The warlock tilted his head. “Oh?”

“Ah,” Ken realized, “I suppose I should explain. Loch here is the chief architect and engineer for the city of Chazin! He designed those huge windmills in the Well, whereas before there were about twenty all scattered about.”

Loch nodded again. “Yeah, they were made of smaller parts, more prone to breaking down. These larger ones have much more difficult parts to craft, but it's much easier to spot problems down the line, and since the water production is so high, shutting down one of the mills for a few days doesn't disrupt the water flow.”

Tomis looked around at the house, not taking too long to take it all in again. “You're the chief engineer and you live in such a cramped place?”

Loch sighed. “Yeah. Chazin is a sprawling metropolis, but space is at a premium, and we're certainly having a problem with overcrowding. Even the royal palace has been sectioned off for boarding a little bit. Expanding into a desert is...tricky. We've already made these huge walls, making more will take years, if not decades to complete. Then there's the problem of getting the sand out, expanding the well's reach, probably having to build more reservoirs...yeah. We're working on it, but it's a process, to be sure.”

“I could help if you'd like,” Ken'pai gestured, “maybe you could use a mechanist on the team.”

Tomis shook his head. “Ehh...not a great idea--”

He craned his neck sharply toward the door, standing up.

“I'll be outside.”

Ken nodded. “Alright, I'll be along in a bit.”

The warlock said nothing, letting the door close itself as he passed through.

“He going to be alright?” Loch queried.

“Yeah. He's more protective of me than I thought he would be, not that he's wrong. If the mages catch wind of a lizard-man making Master Gray's machines, it wouldn't be too hard to spot me. We've had to be careful.”

“That's good. You're a good kid, if you need anything, you can ask me. I've got a spare bed if necessary.”

“Appreciate it. So what exactly is the problem you're facing?”

Loch spread out the drawings on the table. One of them showed a sketch of what appeared to be an old set of ruins.

“This set of ruins here runs right alongside a supply route out in the Sandsea. It's actually a tomb for an ancient prince of Chazin dating back about a thousand years or so. It's a nice enough place, but nobody's been able to get inside the inner chambers. Nobody's been able to figure it out.”

“...You want us to go grave-robbing?”

“No, far from it. See, a few seasons back, something happened. Trade barges across the sea have been attacked by some sort of monster coming out of the ruins. The smaller sand skiffs can outrun it, but not the bigger ships when they're loaded down with cargo and sinking into the sand.”

He lifted the second parchment and placed it on top of the first. It showed a sketch of a humanoid figure, that appeared to be made of large blocks of stone. The size was rather intimidating, if the human-sized scale next to it was any indication.

“This was done by an artist on a passing skiff that was en route to Chazin. It's the clearest picture we have of the creature. It started appearing around the tomb, almost as if it were protecting it. We're not sure if it moved in like a stray monster, or if it...originated from the tomb.”

“Like a defense mechanism?”

“Yes,” Loch nodded. “Perhaps a couple of spelunkers found a way to wake it up.”

Loch pointed a finger at one of its elbows.

“Look familiar?”

Ken'pai lifted his goggles and squinted, before flaring them open again as he gasped.

“That's a...a ball joint!”

“Yes. Those large stone blocks seem to be attached to some kind of metal skeleton. The kind you and Gray have been known to build for some of your constructs.”

“...I notice the eyes and the center of its chest have a blue glow, too.”

“Yes...we're not sure what to make of that,” Loch sighed.

“I do.”

Ken'pai looked at his right arm, sweeping his left over it as he focused his eyes. Slowly, a brass-colored gauntlet began to form as his hand passed by, going all the way up to the shoulder. A blue aura surrounded his left hand as he pointed it at the table, the light transferring over and becoming a tiny sphere. Soon, tiny brass-like parts came into focus, attaching themselves in intricate ways. Once the construct was finished, Ken'pai sent a jolt of electricity down his gauntlet-covered arm, arcing it into his construct.

When it was finished, a small spider-like robot began to walk around, happily whirring and chirping as it explored the table. Its eyes glowed a brilliant cyan, and at the center of its mass was a small cyan light as well.

“It's Soul Magic. That thing was made by Soul Magic.”

Loch smiled. “Incredible. Gray taught you how to do that?”

“Nope. Tomis did. He taught me how to summon these things from...my soul, I suppose. Certainly makes it easier.”

“So...you think somebody with Soul Magic made this?”

“Maybe, but you might be right, it might be a defense mechanism. This little guy here won't go away unless he's completely dismantled and its 'soul' is shattered. Something that big, well, I'm sure merchant ships aren't equipped enough to handle something like that.”

“Hmm. You think you're up to it?”

Ken'pai lowered his goggles again and snapped them onto his face.

“Guess we're going to find out for ourselvesss,” he hissed.

So this was my first real exercise in trying to describe a city of my own creation. I had a few reference points, namely a city in The Last Remnant, although I tweaked the design enough in my brain for it to be differentiated enough. I really wanted to get the mechanical ideas across, which is also something I’m getting some experience in. I’d better, Ken’pai wouldn’t let me live it down!

This will run in three parts, four if it runs longer. It was originally just supposed to be two, but...well I let the story get away from me. ...not that I’m complaining.

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Watcha Gon' Do?

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Watcha Gon' Do?

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[Chorus: Puff Daddy] (Bad Boy, Bad Boy, whatcha gon’ do?) Puff Daddy, New York, yeah (Watcha gon’ do when they come for you?) Bad Boy, yeah (You’ll see) Unstoppable (You’ll see) Unstoppable

[Verse 2: Rick Ross] Big blunts and grass, Maybach on a dash 40 carat gold Cartier on a class Mink coats with shooters in of the Land Cruiser My maneuvers sparking these lil’ rumors Duffle bags, Percocets, the Rugers Still the smoothest at roughing up all the jewelers Danny Glover, up the pistol, pussies undercover Propositions and proposals, bring ’em on the double Raising the K’s in the days and Jaylen that brain is amazing Top tier, egotistical when he arrogant Skyscraper, kilo up in the cabinet For bad bitches who snort lines the fourth time Cîroc white, blue dot, you should pour mine East Coast fat boy, he be so braggadocios Air forces, mansions, and I’m on the ocean Benefits, free my niggas, I’m talking fishing grits Immigrants came a long way up out the tenements Gunshots hereditary, get your daddy buried With my march, got out of prison February Cold game, ménage à trois and my gold chain Bad Boy, Buggatis in all four lanes The script flip when the spliff lit Double M cruise ship with a thick bitch

–Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.– Click, click, uh, uh, uh Niggas talkin’ it but ain’t livin’ it Crystal pops I’m sippin’ it, mob hats and lizard shit ‘Gator trunks bitch, rollin’ blunts with the williest of the willy Heckler Koch, M-1’s and nine millies Stories like a motherfucker Model bitches wondering if I’m a fuck with her She know, I treat my bitches like Ivana Dolce and Gabana drippin’ Big poppa never slippin’ H-class diamonds shinin’ Dinner with the wifey winin’, dinin’ Smoking cigars in Bogota With Colombian niggas named Panama Englique and shit Games we play life endin’ Bitches bending over with ease For a pair of Moschino jeans And Donna Karan tank tops I got your bank stopped Singles on top, Benjamins under the rest of ’em Advancin’ from duplex to mansion Stashing keys, hidin’ G’s overseas VCR’s in my V’s Game elevates, money I make Into stocks and real estates, bitch Jet skiing in the Caribbean, white sands Discusing plans with my mans Dark blue land, smoke tint chrome rims and system That leaves my rear views tremblin’ What you gonna do when poppa catch an attitude Drop to your knees and show gratitude Kiss my rings it’s a Frank White thing I stay potent Bitches devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

–Outro– You’ll see You’ll see

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