#but with black cape and dreadlocks

[robinlmaoo]

stealthy and seed!! they met when seed found stealthy in the wasteland with a hurt leg, and healed them :)

stealthy annoys the seed a lot with their reckless and loud personality (and apparent obliviousness to imminent danger), but the seed cant leave them because they have a moral obligation as a healer to stay with and take care of their patient! though theyre secretly amused by, and admire the survivor’s daringness and boldness :)

#idk about y’all but stealthy gives off the vibes of middle aged rugged wasteland daredevil survivor #like. crab whisperer vibes #but with black cape and dreadlocks #seed is just trying their best to keep stealthy alive 😭 #seed of hope #stealthy survivor #sky children of the light #sky cotl #golden wasteland #also you cannot convince me that stealthy does not insist seed carry them wherever they want to go or they will literally go #fine. i’ll do it myself #AND THEN PROCEED TO CLAMBER TO THEIR FEET THEMSELVES AND HOBBLE ON THEIR INJURED FEET LIKE A TOTAL BADASS #and then seed has no choice BUT to carry them because that would make their foot worse and they don’t want that 😭

[m0nomercy]

Hey @8thdance ! Happy candlenights! hope you enjoy, Had a lot of fun colouring this one

and as always thanks @thecandlenightszone for organising the event <3

EDIT:

Image description: digital art of Kravitz and Taako from The Adventure Zone. Kravitz is a skinny, Black half-elf with dreadlocks in a half-up bun, brown skin, and vitiligo that resembles a skull and bones on his face and arms respectively. He wears a black vest and red button-up shirt. Taako is a slim elf with freckled brown skin, wavy long blond hair, and stubble, wearing a wizard hat and a flowing purple cape with a star pattern. Taako's holding Kravitz up with one arm, dipping him as if mid-dance, and holding a sprig of mistletoe above their heads. Kravitz is laughing joyfully as Taako winks. End description.

(thank you @anistarrose for the ID <3)

#tigerpdoodles #candlenights 2022 #taakitz #the adventure zone #taz balance #the zone cast #taako taaco #kravitz

[shadowqueen402]

Balan Wonderworld Outfits: Chapter 9

Here are Chapter 9's outfits! At first, I was originally going to give all of the characters circus-themed outfits. Instead, I decided to give them outfits/costumes that they would wear in the parade as entertainers. I hope you all enjoy these!

Leo Craig

A white, long-sleeved shirt with a v-neck collar, black pants, and black shoes. He no longer sports his standard bandana.

Emma Cole

A princess costume which consists of white feather ornaments in her hair, an off-shoulder pink dress with short, puffed transparent sleeves, white evening gloves, gold earrings, a gem necklace, and red high heels. Her hair is let down.

Jose Gallard

A scarecrow costume which consists of a brown pointed hat, a red shirt with an attached deep red collar, a crewneck that resembles straws of hay, matching wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, a rope belt, blue pants, and black boots.

Fiona Demetria

A mermaid princess costume which consists of a gold tiara that is adorned with pearls and ocean blue shells, a dress with a blue top that has a sweetheart neckline, ruffled ocean blue trimming on the waist, an ocean blue mermaid skirt, and gold high heels.

Yuri Brand

A fairy costume which consists of a white floral headband, a dress with a purple top and puffed sleeves and magenta skirt, transparent butterfly wings, and indigo ballet flats.

Haoyu Chang

An air pilot costume which consists of a black pilot hat, a white, short-sleeved shirt, a black tie, a brown belt with a gold buckle, black pants, and shoes.

Sana Hudson

A samba dance outfit which consists of a orange, yellow, and green feathered headress attached to a black band, a black and orange off-the-shoulder dress with an orange, yellow, and green ruffled and layered skirt, and black stilettos. Her hair is no longer in dreadlocks and is straightened.

Cass Milligan

Princess Merry's costume, which consists of a light blue wig that is in the exact same hairstyle as her, a gold crown, a yellow ball gown with a gold collar, white gloves, and gold kitten heels.

Cal Suresh

A gold king's crown with red gems, a black tailcoat with white lining over a white dress shirt, white pants, and tall black boots.

Iben Bia

A snow princess costume which consists of a silver tiara with a lone, rhombus-shaped turquoise gem, a blue off-the-shoulder sleeved gown with a white fur collar, rhombus-shaped turquoise gems on the chest and rim of the dress, a small v-shaped cut at the center that exposes a light blue undershirt, a transparent blue cape, and light blue kitten heels.

Attilio Caccini

A clown costume which consists of a dark magenta top hat with a yellow flower on it, a magenta jumpsuit with a white neck ruffle and white polka dots, yellow pom poms that act as buttons, white gloves, and yellow clown shoes.

Lucy Wong

A gold queen's crown with magenta gems, a white ruffled choker, a white ball gown with puffed sleeves and a light green accent in the center, and white stilettos.

Eis Glover

A red tailcoat with gold buttons over a matching vest with gold accents, a white high-collared shirt, a black tie, black pants, and black shoes.

Bruce Stone

A black top hat, a matching tailcoat over a white high-collared shirt, a mauve tie, black pants, and brown dress shoes.

Act 3 Outfit (Specifically for Attilio)

A white blazer over a matching high-collared dress shirt, a magenta bow tie, white dress pants, and black dress shoes.

#balan wonderworld #leo craig #emma cole #jose gallard #fiona demetria #yuri brand #haoyu chang #sana hudson #cass milligan #cal suresh #iben bia #attilio caccini #lucy wong #eis glover #bruce stone #random thoughts

[juniebuggle]

[Image ID: A digital drawing of three original characters in chibi form with a green background and gold accents. The top character has dark skin and wears his dark brown hair in dreadlocks pulled back in a bun. His outfit has a combination of Ancient Greek and Hanfu inspirations with a cool color palette. He is shown with happy, sleepy, silly, and crying expressions. The middle character has tanned skin and short warm brown hair. He wears a red jacket and black outfit with punk/rock influences and holds a sword. He is shown with stern, sighing, and catboy expressions, as well as one mimicking akito from project sekai’s “interesting” stamp. The bottom character has pale skin and red hair, which she wears in a side braid. Her outfit is Elizabethan inspired and made up of a blouse and trousers with a blue cape. She is shown with indignant, embarrassed, angry, and happy expressions. /.End ID]

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Some stickers I made for my cousins birthday of his characters in the rp I dm! The patterns on Boson’s (the top guy) outfit are referenced from Leon Bakst’s Phedre costume.

Some sketches and an alt color background under the cut!

[Image ID: The first image is a digital sketch of four costume designs for Boson made of a chiton and a Dachang. The first three are variants of purple but the fourth is teal. The second image is a collage of traditional pencil sketches of the characters from the first picture in the post. From top left to bottom right: the male character in red from the shoulder up making a neutral expression; the same character as a chibi making a fighting pose with text that says “punching u” repeatedly; a headshot of the character from the top of the first picture smiling warmly with lines representing light radiating out from him; the redhead from the waist up sighing and putting a hand to her forehead; and a comic of the same character trying a cute expression and then being embarrassed/ashamed of it, with text that says “before a meeting with Oscar.” The third image is the background of the first image, but with a brighter and more vibrant green. /.End ID]

#friend oc #boson #rilian #arietty #rebellion rp #/ #artists on tumblr #cricut #sticker #// #still having trouble getting the cut depth just right! #it was fun to design some clothes for boson using both his dad’s Ancient Greek clothing and his mom’s hanfu

[mach-speed-spin]

Rating Beyblade Burst season 1 drip

1) Long ass post

2) 2/10 here is equal to a 6/10 irl

3) Original season 1 here, V-Force here, G-Rev here, Fusion here, Masters here, Fury here, Shogun Steel here, Beywheelz here, Beyraiderz here

4) Characters who kept their designs in here and Evolution will be here only (ex: Valt has an entry here but not Evolution)

Valt: 5/10. I like the jacket and the hoodie, but it’s nothing that special

Shu: 4/10. Decent, but nothing great

Training Shu: 5/10. The red and white work well together

Rantaro: 7/10. I love the jacket (which I won’t call a cape because canonically he insists it’s not). Also the pants are great

Ken: 6/10. I like the look, but feel that more could be done with it

Daigo: 5/10. Looks pretty good. My only complaint is that the purple and red are too dull to work with all the black. Either have less black, or make the purple brighter to contrast more

Ryota Kurogami: 2/10. He looks like a background character

Hoji: 2/10. It’d be a 3 because of the plain overalls, but the shoes detract a point

Wakiya: 7/10. I love the jacket with the wyverns on it

Training Wakiya: 3/10. It’s very plain

Orochi: 8/10. Dreadlocks + 4 silver rings + piano key jacket + studded pants

Xander: 8/10. Super buff dude in a crop top

Yugo: 5/10. 2 of those points come from the mohawk alone

Ukyo: 6/10. I like it, but it feels like it’s missing something

Zac: 6/10. He looks pretty good, and that choker is pretty cool

The Masked Blader: 7/10. It’s a nice mask

Gabe: 7/10. He gives off gym bro vibes

Lui: 10/10. I love the hair, and the boots, and the boa scarf

Quon: 5/10. He looks pretty good

Ben: 6/10. The mohawk and purple shorts are cool, but don’t mesh as well as one would hope

Naoki: 4/10. Nice but kinda generic

Jin: 4/10. I like hoodies worn over hats, but Jin’s design doesn’t have much going on aside from that

Akira: 1/10. The design just does not work. It’s a combination of aa bunch of different things (which aren’t that great to begin with) thrown together with absolutely no cohesion

Melos: 4/10. Kinda cool (especially for a background character) but also far from the best cat boy in the series

Haruto: 4/10. What is it with Burst and some background characters having better designs than part of the main cast?

Katana: 6/10. I like the shirt with one sleeve rolled up. And the neatly-cut pants. And the leather arm guard

Shinki: 4/10. It’s just alright

Kyo: 2/10. He looks like a background character (but not a Burst one since those tend to look good)

Mick: 3/10. I kinda like the choker but that’s it

Freddy: 3/10. Same as Mick

Bowie: 4/10. The hat improves on his teammates’ designs

Atsuto: 3/10. Looks decent enough for a background character, and in a different show his design might belong to a main character

Kyoji: 5/10. He looks good for a part of the main cast. And he’s a background character

Ichiro: 3/10. Background character that looks the part

Nika: 3/10. Really nothing special

Toko: 3/10. Almost looks like a background character

Chiharu: 4/10. Bland but decent

Momoko: 2/10. Background character that looks like a background character

Keita: 2/10. Same as Momoko

Hiroshi: 2/10. Same as Keita

Principal Shinoda: 3/10. He’s a guy in a suit. Nothing more

Himeko: 3/10. Bland background character, but the fang gives her something unique

Sasaki: 3/10. Just enough to avoid me saying they look like a background character

Shindo: 2/10. They look like a background character

Shin Komazaki: 3/10. Bland but not terrible

Hanami: 5/10. He looks pretty good

Akio: 2.10. Background character look

Raita: 3/10. Doesn’t look that great

Yoga: 3/10. Not terrible, but nothing that I’d call good

Ken Yukino: 3/10. Barely escapes the background character look

Minen: 5/10. He actually looks good

Dan: 2/10. Background character look

Majin: 3/10. Not a background character look, but close to it

Shun: 3/10. Too much purple and not enough contrast

Ryota Nasu: 3/10. Same as Shun

Kakeru: 7/10. One of the better cat boys of the series

Takuto: 3/10. Almost a background character look

Kento: 4/10. I like the pilot look

Tsujihara: 3/10. His look is pretty bland

#beyblade #beyburst #beyblade burst

[akindway]

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐤 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬.

Xenk possessed a commanding presence with his tall, imposing stature and striking features. His smooth, brown skin bore the mark of a life lived under both the sun's warmth and the moon's ethereal glow. His dark brown eyes, intense and piercing, held a depth of wisdom and determination. Black dreadlocks, meticulously styled, cascaded down one side of his face, adorned with a few silver cuffs that glinted in the light. A well-groomed beard framed his jawline, adding to his air of sophistication.

In his casual attire, Xenk exuded a blend of simplicity and refined taste. He wore light brown trousers that allowed freedom of movement, accompanied by sturdy dark leather boots that hinted at his adventurous spirit. A loose-fitting white shirt with a low-cut front provided both comfort and a touch of allure. Draping over his form, he donned a long teal light suede jacket, its supple fabric cascading down his frame, its color reminiscent of the depths of the sea.

When battle called, Xenk adorned himself in half plate steel armor, meticulously crafted and adorned with intricate gold embellishments. The armor bore the signs of past conflicts, telling tales of his experiences on the battlefield. Over this protective layer, he draped a regal cape with a high collar that added an aura of authority and majesty to his presence.

His weapon of choice was a daggersword, a unique and versatile blade that reflected his combat prowess. With a touch of divine radiance, he could imbue the weapon with holy power, lending a celestial glow to its edges. Xenk's mastery of the blade allowed him to split it into a longsword and a dagger, dual-wielding with seamless grace and precision.

In his appearance and attire, Xenk reflected a harmonious balance between strength and elegance, embodying the essence of a warrior guided by a higher purpose.

#i don't even have a tag or anything for this i just. #yeah. #𓆩⟡𓆪 about. #𓆩⟡𓆪 visage.

[pinklasagna08]

New York United Heroez: The Story of Eagle and Uncanny Valley - Chapter 1: Aftermath (Part 1)

In the heart of New York City's bustling streets. Amidst the cacophony of honking horns and hurried footsteps, a fierce battle unfolded. The United Heroez found themselves facing a foe, known as Janus Two-face.

She stood before them like a twisted embodiment of duality itself. Janus's appearance was as unsettling as her name suggested. Pale skin, streaked with muck, gave her an otherworldly aura, as if she had emerged from the depths of some forgotten nightmare. Her black, silky hair hung in dreadlocks, parted down the middle of her head. Adorned in worn-out cloth that billowed around her like a tattered shroud, she seemed to embody the very essence of decay and destruction. Thick broken chains hung from her wrists, their metallic clinks echoing like a sinister warning of the danger she posed.

It was a visage that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. But it was not just her appearance that set her apart. She possessed a chilling power—her mesmerizing gaze can manipulate people at will. With a single glance from either of her haunting eyes, she ensnares minds, bending victims to her dark purposes. Those caught in her gaze become puppets, their thoughts and actions controlled by her influence.

As the heroes braced themselves for the coming battle, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the sight of Janus. When she unleashed her power, chaos erupted among the citizens, turning them against each other in a frenzy of fear and aggression. The United Heroez sprang into action, prioritizing the evacuation of citizens first, giving Janus much less targets.

Uncanny Valley and Sparrow assisted in the evacuation, fetching people from each corner.

Uncanny Valley soared through the smoke-filled sky. She was joined by a squadron of fellow heroes, their capes billowing behind them as they darted between buildings, their presence instilling a sense of reassurance in the hearts of those below. Meanwhile, Sparrow, agile and swift, raced through the streets with unparalleled grace, his movements a blur as he navigated through the labyrinth of debris and confusion. His eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of distress as she guided frightened civilians towards safety. They retreat to the evacuation center, farther away from the attacked area.

High above, atop a towering bridge, a man teetered on the edge, his mind ensnared by the spell of despair. With resolve etched on his face, he made a fateful decision—to leap into the abyss below. But as he prepared to plunge into the unknown, a streak of movement caught his eye.

Swift as a lightning bolt, Sparrow swooped in. He unleashed his owl-grapple, the metallic hook of the grapple embedded itself into the concrete wall with a resounding thud, anchoring Sparrow in place as he swung perilously through the air. He launched towards the falling man, grasping desperately for him hurtling towards oblivion. Sparrow's hand closed around the man's wrist, his muscles straining against the force of gravity as he fought to halt the descent. With a mighty heave, he pulled the man close, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he defied the darkness threatening to claim them both. Sparrow was able to hoist the man to safety, his heart pounding in his chest as he surveyed the chaos around them. 

As the dust settled and the chaos began to subside, a figure descended from the skies with an air of regality that commanded attention. Majestia landed gracefully before the assembled team, her presence exuding an aura of strength and authority, "Is that everyone?" she inquired. "Yes," Uncanny replied, ever vigilant in the skies above scanning the area below for any stragglers in need of rescue, "That's everyone," she confirms. Sparrow, standing steadfast at her side, nodded in silent agreement.

Then a new presence made itself known. Knight Owl, towering and imposing, emerged from the shadows with an intensity that sent shivers down their spines. "Good. Now go," he commanded, his words leaving no room for hesitation.

As Knight Owl's stern command hung in the air, Sparrow's rebellious instincts kicked in. Before he could voice his protest however, Knight Owl silenced him with a raised hand, his gaze unyielding. "I am not repeating myself. You and Uncanny leave," Knight Owl reiterated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. But Sparrow, unwilling to back down, persisted, his voice tinged with defiance "But we can help take her down! I can even fight her with my eyes closed!" he argued fervently. Yet, before Knight Owl could respond, a sudden blur of motion streaked through the air, drawing their attention.

A blue streak whirled around them, revealing to be Mercury. "It’s too dangerous for you kids," he interjected, his voice laced with concern as he sought to temper Sparrow's bravado. Majestia, her expression grave, added her voice to the chorus of warnings, "You two must go now," she insisted, her words carrying the weight of authority born from years of experience on the battlefield.

With a heavy heart and a sense of reluctant acceptance, Sparrow hesitated for a moment before reluctantly obeying the adults’ command. Alongside Uncanny, he turned to leave.

Or did they?

#miraculous ladybug new york #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #united heroez #archive of our own

[gobboguy]

Chapter 13: A Tenuous Parley

The tension in the air was palpable as the Farfield delegation, led by Alden and King Roderick, rode forward on their horses to meet the Orcish envoy halfway between the thorn walls and the Orcish camp. Towering over them, on massive steeds, were Ionia and Arrowcatcher, their imposing figures clad in armor that glinted ominously in the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense forest canopy.

Ionia, the former with pale skin and blonde dreadlocks cascading down her shoulders, was encased in formidable black armor. Ionia, her obese form resplendent, bore swollen breasts that strained against their confinement and a powerful gut that spoke volumes about her lust and gluttony. Her powerful stench, a mix of sweat and grime, hung in the air, an unsettling testament to her unyielding determination. Arrowcatcher, a grim figure in dark armor, sported a massive and cruel blade in place of his missing arm, an intimidating testament to his prowess in battle. Arrowcatcher's imposing figure loomed in the dim light, his muscles rippling beneath the dark armor like coiled serpents ready to strike. His grim determination etched lines of resolve on his weathered face, a testament to his unyielding spirit amidst the chaos of battle. With every step, his presence exuded a palpable aura of menace, a warning to all who dared challenge the might of the Orcish horde.

Alden, his armor a gleaming silver canvas intricately detailed with delicate vines and blooming flowers, rode with an air of regal determination. Beside him, King Roderick, clad in resplendent gold and silver armor, bore the emblem of Farfield: a purple cape that billowed behind him like a regal banner.

As they dismounted and approached each other, the horses of both parties seemed dwarfed by the massive Orcish steeds. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, each side carefully studying the other, ready to gauge the intentions behind this parley.

Ionia's eyes, sharp as obsidian, met Alden's gaze. "Alden," she spat the word with disdain, "your city stands on the edge of destruction. We offer you a chance to join us, to embrace the Orcish way of life, and live under the rule of the one, true god, MOG."

Alden, his voice steady despite the tension, replied, "We will not bow to tyranny, nor will we forsake our way of life. Farfield will not fall to your bloodthirsty horde."

The air grew thick with unspoken threats and unyielding determination as the leaders stared each other down, neither side willing to back down, knowing that the fate of Farfield hung in the balance. The outcome of this tense parley would determine the course of the siege, and the destinies of both the Orcs and the people of Farfield.

In the fading light, King Roderick, his voice heavy with desperation, pleaded with his cousin, his words a desperate plea to pull her back from the brink of madness. "Ionia, please, come to your senses! Escape the clutches of the Orcs before it's too late. Return to Farfield, and I will restore your honor and place you as the new Lord of Comburgh, once the city is restored of course. There's still a chance for redemption."

Ionia's laughter, sharp and disdainful, cut through the air like a blade. She turned to Arrowcatcher, speaking in the guttural tones of Orcish, "Thiuk ni avalkuk avo much!" Her advisor's laughter joined hers, a sinister echo reverberating in the forest. Arrowcatcher turned to Roderick, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "Words are cheap, human," he sneered, "Why should she settle for a mere lordship when she can be a queen?"

King Roderick, his brow furrowed with confusion and concern, asked the question that weighed heavily on his mind. "Ionia, why would you align yourself with the Orcs, forsaking your own people and your homeland?"

Ionia, her eyes ablaze with fervor, gestured proudly to the amassed Orcish army. Their figures were powerful yet corpulent, their green skin stretched tight over excessive muscles, bellies, and breasts, emitting a musky odor that clung to the air like a potent declaration of their ferocity.

"Look upon them, Roderick," Ionia declared, her voice carrying the conviction of a zealot. "Are they not perfect, these mighty warriors, embodying the strength of the Orcish race? All who witness their greatness shall bow before their indomitable force. MOG himself has spoken to me, naming me as mother of his kingdom, and in his name, and in the name of my love Gelbeg, I will lead them in conquering and pillaging this land until Farfield lies in ruins at our feet."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her newfound purpose, leaving King Roderick to grapple with the chilling reality of his cousin's transformation and the ominous alliance she had forged.

With an air of regal authority, Ionia laid out her audacious terms. "Complete and utter surrender of Farfield, the dissolution of the Old Dominion as the official religion, the Orc way of life recognized as the only lifestyle permissible in Farfield, reparations paid to the Orcs in the form of servitude by every citizen of Farfield, and, above all, my rightful place as the queen of this land."

King Roderick, his disbelief etched on his face, vehemently denied the outrageous demands. "I will not subject my people to such tyranny! Farfield will never bow to these absurd terms," he declared, his voice laced with determination.

Ionia, unflinching, snorted like an Orc, a pig-like sound of mockery that hung in the air like a curse. With a final, scornful glance, she and Arrowcatcher turned their steeds and rode back towards the Orcish camp, leaving behind the shattered remnants of what was once family bonds, now torn asunder by the cruel hand of war.

#fantasy #goblins #orcs #literature #gobboguy #SongsofPower4

[toothflowers]

Oliver gets some fancy clothes, when what he really needs is a nap :-)

ID:( Two drawings of Oliver Banks from The Magnus Archives. He is a thinset black man with white dreadlocks, a septum and two ear piercing - a cuff and a lobe- and heavy undereye bags.

The first image is from the waist up. He is wearing a gothic dark purple shirt with baggy undersleeves and tighter cuffs around the lower arms, black trousers, and a black hood/short cape which is secured with a skull pin and two raven feathers. He has three dots of white makeup under each eye, and a line on his lower lip. The background is a mix of collaged skulls, lillies, and drawn thin black trendrils, in a cluster behind him.

The second image is full body. He is wearing a very oversized offwhite shirt, with sleeves that hang past his hands, tucked into black leather trousers that reach the ground and unzip at the sides from the ankles down to reveal his black heeled boots. Over the top he is wearing a dark purple blazer and flowy knee length black cloak secured with a gold chain. He is standing wig one arm relaxed and one arm on his hip, legs crossed over each other, looking off to the side. ) End ID

#my art #tma #the magnus archives #magpod #oliver banks #tma oliver banks #commisions open #fanart #artists on tumblr

[kyberbonsai]

Kytober day 15: Markus “the mask stays on during combat not to distract my allies” St Vincent is here!

(Click for better quality 💀)

[ID: A digital drawing of Markus holding his mask, staring in front of him. Markus is a black man with long black dreadlocks, a long beard and brown eyes. He is wearing an old gray cape with a hood. He is also wearing golden jewelry in his hair, a golden nose ring, four golden rings on his visible hand and golden make-up. His mask is in the shape of a skull with golden fractures through it and fangs. He has a tattoo of a boat being held by a sea monster on his arm. The background is gray. End ID] 

#Markus St Vincent #Markus dimension 20 #Escape from the bloodkeep #EFTBK #BK #my art #Kyber Bonsai #Markus I wish I was that cool! #Also day 15? woo #Inspired by the coolest 'irresponsible-black-unicorn' here on tumblr! #I'm too shy to tag him because this is what it is #but go check him out for some cool content!

[theshelledonespods]

Made a new batch of icons! These are surprisingly fun to do!

ID: Six portraits of blaseball players done in a minimalistic style. One is of Theo King, a Black man whose skin and dreadlocks are drawn with a darker pink. A purple cartoon crown floats above his head and there is gold jewelry on his locs. He wears yellow aviator sunglasses and a purple cape. The background is yellow. Another is of Jessica Voicemail, Jessica Telephone’s Alternate. Her skin and long curly hair is drawn with dark blue, and her hair covers one eye. Under her other eye are nine telephone buttons drawn in light blue, and she wears a sleeveless light blue jacket. Underneath is a blue tank top the color of the background. A third is of Edric Tosser, a mixed Cantonese-Jewish person whose skin and half-shaved hair is drawn with a light blue. Their left eyebrow is pierced and they have snakebite piercings around their slight smile. They wear a leather jacket with a bisexual pride pin and safety pin attached. A fourth is of Nanci Grackle, a fat white man drawn in various shades of green. He is grinning widely and has a pair of goggles covering his eyes. There is a dark blue feather boa draped around hir shoulders and presumably a fishnet undershirt below his normal shirt. A fifth is of Wyatt Quitter, a Chinese-American person whose skin and short hair growing back from a buzz cut is drawn with a very dark brown. They wear oval-shaped glasses drawn in red, have peanut-textured scarring on their face, and their right eyebrow is pierced. They wear a dark brown sweatshirt with the top of the word ‘LIFT’ visible. They are frowning. A sixth is of Dimi Wobbler, a small bird simply drawn in red and blue. It is staring vacantly to the side. ID ends.

#blaseball #wyatt quitter #theo king #dimi wobbler #nanci grackle #edric tosser #jessica voicemail #jessica telephone #nice to flex my art muscles again but im doing all this on one layer so like #it all balances outz love neither wins nor loses #my art!

[wilwywaylan]

HAPPY BARRICADE DAY, YOU ALL !!!

Tear away the barricades and they're still there !

That was super fun to do, and by super fun, I mean "UUUUUUGH". Fun and long and complicated, but I really like it. Thanks to @paon-de-jour, @despisydraws, @citron-au-miel and the rest who encouraged me !

Game : how many rainbows can I fit on these bad boys ?

Also can you spot the two pop-culture allusions and one culture one ?

Bonus : progress gif !

[image ID : a traditionnal drawing of Les Amis manifesting for Pride. They are sitting on concrete steps in several rows. First row (lower) : Combeferre, a tan man with brown hair in a blue sweater, is holding one end of a rainbow banner written "LOVE IS ALL" and grabbing the coffee given by Courfeyrac. Enjolras, a blond white man in red, is holding the banner and raising his fist. Feuilly, a white man with red hair, leaf tattoos and a white tanktop and jeans, is holding the end of the banner and a rainbow flag. Second row : Courfeyrac, a tan man with curly brown hair and pastel clothes, is holding a coffee and giving the other to Combeferre. Grantaire, a tall man with curly black hair, has a sketchpad but is looking at Enjolras. Musichetta, a brown skinned man with pink hair in a blue dress, has one hand on R's shoulder and is kissing Bossuet. Bossuet, a brown-skinned man wearing a blue shirt, is kissing back and holding Joly on his knees. His left leg is in a cast. Joly, an Asian man with glasses and a stripped shirt, is taking a pic of Bossuet and Musichetta. Third row, from the right : Eponine, a white woman with a pink undercut and wearing a black shirt and a lesbian flag, is making arbbit ears at Bossuet and Chetta. Cosette, a black woman with black and purple dreadlocks and wearing a white blouse and a back shirt, is looking at her, laughing. She has a hand on Marius' thigh. Marius, a white man with black hair in a white buttondown is taking a selfie of him and the girls. Fourth row : Jehan, a white man with long copper hair and wearing overalls and a pink plaid shirt, is holding an umbrella with pride flags painted on it. They're dancing and holding Montparnasse's hand. Montparnasse, a white man with black hair and black clothes, is looking away, but is smiling a little. Gavroche, a white boy with brown hair, missing a teeth, and Bahorel, a brown skinned man with black hair and beard, are making a "power" pose. They're wearing capes made of pride flags. Gavroche is wearing a green shirt, and Bahorel a crop top with "a-bi" written on it, and leather clothes. They all have pride flags painted on their faces. The concrete around them is ornated with several slogans : GLOVE with a striked G, REVOLUTION with the "Love" in red, "AMOUR POUR TOUS" (love for all) in pride colors, and "ceux qui veulent" (those who want) scribbled underneath, and "Vivent les peuples".

The gif is showing 15 steps of the process, starting with the sketch, and several coloring steps. end ID]

Bonus 2 : lineart under the cut to see the details !

#les miserables #les mis #barricade day #pride month #les amis de l'ABC #combeferre #enjolras #feuilly #courfeyrac #grantaire #musichetta #bossuet #joly #marius pontmercy #cosette #eponine #jehan prouvaire #montparnasse #gavroche #bahorel #DONE !! #at last !! #I'm so happy #my Drawings

[horns-n-jams]

Last line tag game.

rules: if you've been tagged, post the last sentence of any WIP you're working on.

I was tagged by; @i-wishforwhump

Yall get two cs I just cant work on one thing at once okay

“She can work directly under me.” Gruff and deep voice cut Krogan off, making him turn around. “Really?.”

“She can show what she can do under me.”

Tall man with long dreadlocks and black cape made out of dragon scales stopped right in front of Rae, next to Krogan. She looked up to him, face covered up in scars making one side of his mouth hang still.

Rae looked him up from his feet, meeting with his washed out green eyes.

—

Viggo was collecting his thoughts together at the main hall, gently tapping his hands to the side of his legs. ”Asking won’t hurt, don’t skip, this might be the last chance you get.” He took a deep breath, reassuring himself for the last time as he stepped in the busy hall.

Taggiing; anyone who sees this

#httyd #rtte #viggo grimborn #hes younger in the wip line like a late teen lol #just idk #drago bludvist #rae bludvist #well not yet but yes #no broilers

[every-thingsadream]

death boys.

[image ID: two digital paintings of oliver banks, from the magnus archives, and kravitz, from the adventure zone: balance, drawn against a dark red background. in each image, one of them is standing upright while the other is upside down.

in the first image, oliver is upright. he stands at a 3/4 view, with his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side with a somber expression. he is a latino man with dark eyes and curly white hair styled in an undercut. he is wearing a gray peacoat with a blue scarf, black jeans, and purple converse. small black vines creep across his face and through his hair, and much larger vines spread out behind him, filled with spots of dim red light.

in the second image, kravitz is upright. he also stands at a 3/4 view, with one hand on his scyth and the other in a fist at his side. he is smirking off to the side. he is a black half-elf man with dreadlocks, a goatee, and gray eyes. he is wearing a dark blue flowy shirt and pants, a purple vest with a chain for a pocket watch attached to it, dark brown boots, a black cape with a red underside, and a small gold earring. his cape flows out behind him. end ID.]

#my art #art #illustration #fanart #digital art #my artwork #the magnus archives #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #tma #taz #oliver banks #taz kravitz

[dreaming-of-assclass]

AssClass Halloween Costumes

I’m a few days late lmao...but here we go 👻🎃

Karma: Edward Scissorhands. A classic. He goes all out in his costume and it looks really good...scary but awesome yeah. Waves his scissors in front of people’s faces to be annoying.

Isogai: The Phantom of the Opera. Gets complaints later from his fangirls that the mask was covering his “beautiful face.” 

Okajima: A sexy devil costume. It’s not too revealing but it’s certainly quite feminine, which throws people off guard. But he struts with confidence and 3-E supports him all the way.

Okano: Princess Mononoke. She looks like such a badass with the wolf cape and the red markings on her cheeks. 

Okuda: Mickey Mouse. She looks so so cute in the little overalls and gloves, and ear headbands. Matching with Kayano.

Kataoka: Audrey Hepburn. Sis got legs for days and the tights/heels emphasizes them even more. Turns so many girls gay, let’s be real.

Kayano: Minnie Mouse. She looks adorable in the dress and cute ears headband. She’s matching with her bestie Okuda UwU.

Kanzaki: Mario!! The comical handlebar mustache looks hilarious on her, and she’s just such a cutie in the outfit.

Kimura: a Mummy, who looks legitimately terrifying with dark makeup and gold contacts. Ends up having a crisis when he needs to pee but can’t get out of the wrapping.

Kurahashi: Belle from Beauty and the Beast. The yellow dress looks gorgeous on her. Lowkey wanted to ask Karasuma to be the beast, but thankfully, she didn’t.

Nagisa: Luke Skywalker. The tunic looks really adorable on him ngl, and his lightsaber is actually so cool. Half the night, his friends keep trying to steal it and play around. Didn’t expect to coordinate with Mimura but they take a bunch of great pics together uwu.

Sugaya: Doesn’t really dress up. But he has the best and most elaborate face makeup. Dude seriously looks like a monster or demon or whatever he intended. It looks so good and professional. Other than that, he’s wearing plain sweats he just threw fake blood on.

Sugino: A werewolf umpire, of course. He’s dressed in the baseball outfit with a scary mask on. Definitely gets called a furry by multiple people.

Takebayashi: KIRITO FROM SWORD ART ONLINE FSDJHKS. He spends forever (and with some help from Hara) on his costume, having the black trenchcoat and swords and everything. His hair is messy and unlike it’s usual style, and he lowkey gets some attention for his visuals.

Chiba: Howl Pendragon. He looks so charming in the outfit. Is he blonde or does he keep his dark hair? I can’t decide. Also Kaho is Sophie.

Terasaka: Totoro. He goes as Totoro. I’m not kidding at all. He may have lost a dare to his sister, and had to wear this giant onesie of the beloved character. But as much as he’s laughed at for the night, the joke is on everyone else. He (smugly) stays warm and cozy even when it starts to get more chilly.

Nakamura: A Zombie prom queen. Bought the dress part for the costume but she made the sash herself. And her makeup is on point, it’s so scary and good. Loves making guys squirm with creepy looks, then flirting with girls.

Hazama: A ghoul. But it’s literally the most horrifying, gut-wrenching costume ever seen. Straight out of a horror movie. Super detailed, makeup is on point and terrifying. Carries weapons and scares the shit out of everyone. Makes some people even pee, and cry.

Hayami: A cheetah, in a full body costume and hat with ears. She looks so GOOD. Her sharp eyes look even more bright and feline than usual in such a dark outfit.

Hara: A ballerina!!! She looks so pretty and angelic in her pink tutu outfit, and it highkey looks so professional too. She made it herself after all haha. But yes, our Hara is a pink princess, ok?

Fuwa: Piccolo. It’s ridiculously accurate and well-made. Halfway through the night, she changes to be a One Piece character.

Maehara: Thor. Let his hair grow out a bit just for this costume. Slings the hammer around everywhere and almost accidentally kills someone with it.

Mimura: Han Solo. It’s so accurate and well made...the only thing wrong is his height lmao.

Muramatsu: the KFC guy, except he keeps advertising his ramen shop to everyone at the same time.

Yada: a bloody Alice in Wonderland, with a basket full of cookies that she carries around, and a ripped apart white rabbit plushie.

Yoshida: Danny Zuko from Grease ADJHKS. Takes out his dreadlocks for the night to have a pompadour. All his friends roast him hard and say he looks no different than he usually does lmao. Itona voice: “Are leather jackets the only things you own?”

Ritsu: Who else would she go as other than the legend Hatsune Miku. Turns her hair blue too, and sings a couple songs for everyone.

Itona: Iron Man. He looks so cute ok, this tiny little 14 year old in a bulky superhero costume that doesn’t suit his face at all.

Korosensei: Tinkerbell. One of his favorite Disney characters. Totally rocks the green dress and blonde bun. But then he starts crying and whining when his students tease him. “Tinkerbell? How fitting, Sensei! You’re both such attention seekers!”

Irina + Karasuma: They go as a sexy vampire couple, much to Karasuma’s hesitance. They look really good though. He has to hold Irina back from killing someone when the students dub her a “trampire.”

Gakushuu: A skeleton, but it’s way more elaborate than it sounds. It’s like a very detailed black tux outfit, made of 3 pieces. And every piece of it has a bone design on it, with like a blue glow so it looks he’s literally an X-ray picture. Hella cool. And he refuses makeup but reluctantly compromises with just dark eye stuff. 

#assclass #assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #3-e #gakushuu asano #irina jelavic #tadaomi karasuma #korosensei #post

[talesofsonicasura]

Wonderful Hunter

Chapter 1: Awakening

Life was very odd when it came to the future. Sometimes souls are brought together in the most extreme circumstances...in a bang. Warning: Description of graphic injuries and swearing! Rating Estimate: Teen

I never wanted to be a hunter. Ever since I was little, there was a desire in me to perform. Dance on the stage to my own melody, to bring awe and in wonder for others to witness. A dream that I never had a chance to grab.

To perform in little free time, what wasn't taken by vigorous unwanted training. Nearly every piece of money made to buy materials with the purpose of crafting costumes was placed for ointment to mend any injury or ailment. A toy soldier who wished to no longer have a winding key.

Who would've thought that day where the key had broken was the day I died?

"What the hell did you do?!" The soft whir of electricity echoed through the void in a massive blur of distortion. Voices clear for all to hear but so jumbled that a possible identification of even a gender was impossible. Under all that chaos was a quiet heartbeat. "The machine is overloading! Everyone evacuate immediately!"

That soft whir grew into a high pitched whine as a formed cacophony alongside the harsh thuds from thousands of stomping feet. "___?! No, come back it's too dangerous! Leave that mongrel behind!" Growls of pain and concern from some unknown animal blend together with the crackle of electricity.

An explosion of bright white and velvet purple burst throughout the void with that heartbeat going silent and a small voice hidden amongst it all. Despite the darkness filling the abyss, sensations of phantom pain, muffled voices full of concern, and hands across the skin, that one voice overrides them all.

"We had a good run, pal. Misfits always stick together, ____."

Bright red eyes opened with a harsh start, their owner fully aware of the unfamiliar dimly lit room around them. These confused ruby orbs belonged to a young man around his mid 20s, and almost nude except for the black boxer briefs. Wild cherry blossom pink hair that ends halfway down the man's back, soft peach tan skin, 6'8 tall body sculpted with lithe but powerful muscle and covered in various scars.

Some of these healed wounds were mild such as scratches, bite marks, punctures but there were extreme ones from burns whether it be acid, electric or fire, 2 in deep lacerations to even a large bite mark on the jugular of his neck. Part of the man's body such as his chest and arms were covered in fresh gauze bandages paired with a crude makeshift splint on the right arm.

Raising an eyebrow, the young man removed the bandages whilst breaking the splint with a harsh pull before he took in his surroundings. The room seemed to belong to someone with a rich background from the decor alone. Pastel blue walls lined with beautiful expertly painted portraits, furnished dark oak dressers, a large vanity, double king sized bed complete with silk sheets, pillows, and hard oak frame, large oak wardrobe and three separate doors.

If anything, this made the man feel very out of place. He did catch what looked to be a pair of clothes folded by a table near him, a note on top of the stack. The pinkette delicately got out of the large bed and walked over to the table. 'Dear guest, sorry if I had to leave you a bit underdressed but your wounds needed to be addressed. Hope these would suit you until your wounds finally finish healing. The discussion about the armor would be a later dealing. Sincerely, Maestro of Wonderworld Theatre, Balan."

The man couldn't help the snort or raised eyebrow from the rhyme scheme of the note. His caretaker had left a plain white shirt and long black pants, the material being silk from spiders by the feel of it. Placing the clothes on, he noticed it was a perfect fit suspiciously as it wasn't too tight or loose.

Upon leaving the room, the young man fully understood where he was. It seemed to be a theatre, well, if a theatre was mixed with the dimensional size of a small mansion and aesthetics of a castle. The grand small staircases, rafters above a tall ceiling, fancy torches hanging through a few corridors and the various posters of different shows being some evidence.

As the pinkette walked down the halls, he couldn't ignore the feeling that he was either being watched or led somewhere. The corridors felt wrong, almost if the walls were alive and shuffling each other. He also can't forget the sensation of invisible eyes on his lone form. Whatever the case, the sound of someone talking or to be precise, two people grew louder.

"You are not touching my guest, Lance. Even if the man is odd, I will still hold a defensive stance./ That human isn't normal. Something you would easily notice if you drop being formal. Injuries on his flesh were those that can kill any human. You aren't blind to that weapon and armor made from materials that aren't of man."

Both voices were definitely male in tone and their owners' clearly arguing. The first voice was deep and had a texture similar to smooth chocolate, a type of sweetness paired with charisma. The second voice was softer just as it was light in pitch, however there was hidden animosity to the calm yet alluring tone, a siren luring their delusional prey.

All of it was coming behind a slightly opened door, perfect to peek through or eavesdrop. Quietly the pinkette tiptoed over to the oak frame, ruby eyes looking into the room on the other side. This particular door led to what appeared to be a bar from the kegs put on the side of the bar stand and the various liquor bottles stacked on the shelves behind it.

Sitting at a table adjacent to each other were two humanoids, both being significantly different from the other. The only traits these two oddities shared were their tall 10 maybe 11 ft tall forms, peculiarly thin waists, tendril-like hair, performer attire, spindly arms and spindly legs. Other than that, they could be considered Yin and Yang or opposites.

The one on the left had soft jellyfish-like pastel green hair similar to dreadlocks, pitch black skin, a large perpetual toothy smile, and amber yellow eyes that peered through his hat. A sparkling white hat bearing a red ribbon which acted like a mask for those odd eyes, red cravat, long sleeved short white coat with gold elegant rims, a black tuxedo vest, short red cape alongside fancy white gloves, long glittering white pants that were ruby red past the thigh with gold rims on the bottom, and white pointed shoes.

His opposed companion looked more human except for some glaring details. Deathly pale skin highlight by soft dark violet, long elven ears, blue eyes bearing slit pupils that dwelled in yellow iris, sharp clawed fingers, and long black tendrils with elegant markings in various colors such as green, pink, blue and yellow that sprung from the man's back but was also his hair.

A pitch black bodysuit with gold rims, torn long sleeved short violet cloak bearing elegant gold embroidery for a top, white mask shaped pauldrons on his bony hips and gold toed shoes made for nasty kicks. Wine glasses sat between these two eldritch like entities.

"Dragging others into darkness might be your role, but this one isn't taking a more grizzly toll. He is also greatly injured and like you said could've been dead if I didn't help instead." Spoke the top hatted male, that deep velvet voice belonging to him. It also meant that the darker counterpart had to be Lance from what the pinkette heard outside.

The young man scanned the room, ruby eyes looking for anything familiar to him. His focus immediately sharpened on the glint of darkish violet poking from a large wooden crate, belonging stripped off the pinkette. Carefully and quietly, the man opened the door then slipped inside.

He stuck close to the floor and moved about as the two slender giants were focused on their conversation. It was almost comical how the young man traveled on his hands and feet like a predatory cat, stealthily approaching the target without a sound.

The pinkette was about to reach for the box when the unexpected happened. The door he went through had slammed itself shut with a loud thud, both giants immediately pulled out of their conversation and watched as the chairs parted away from each other. An act that put the stunned human on full display, a deer in the headlights or hand in the cookie jar situation.

No one moved as it was a silent staredown, neither were expecting the chairs or door to come to life like that. It was the man who immediately broke out of his stupor first, the pinkette sidekicking the crate. The box shook as an object was flung out of it by the harsh force, a gun.

It was a double barrel shotgun that was an inky sinister violet in color, the barrels were that same violet but lightened to a red color by the end, the handle of the gun mimicked a dark violet scabbard bearing tannish gold spiral patterns on the side, bone like caparace similar to a segmented blade lined the bottom of the gun barrel and held the trigger within a bone like cage.

With very fluid movements, the pinkette grabbed the descending gun from the air by the handle and spun it until he was holding the trigger whilst the barrel was aimed at the two taller entities. Sapphire and amber could see the subtle cautious fear hidden in those steeled ruby orbs.

"Who the hell are you? And where am I?" The pinkette's voice was slightly rugged, fire within the husky baritone, and a bit of a growl in the pitch. You could hear how deadly serious the human male was at the moment from his voice alone. Lance and his unnamed companion carefully put their hands in the air, sudden movements would only spook the pinkette further.

"There is nothing to fear, you are completely safe here! Please put the gun down, such an item used in a theatre is a huge frown!" Even that giant smile remained despite the slight twitches that showed the top hatted male's nervousness, well, that plus the beads of sweat and now dot sized pupils.

Lance merely raised an eyebrow at the weapon. "You do know it is rude to destroy those bandages you were given? Balan had some difficulty but his will to help you was focused and driven." Those words made the pinkette lower his weapon but not drop it.

He contemplated the words then thought back to the note. Whatever conclusion that came to mind was enough for the smaller man to put the gun down on the table, something that eased the room's occupants. "That means you're Balan? Fucking hell. What the hell happened to me?" The pinkette questioned as he went to sit on the floor only for a chair to move in place instead.

An action that made the human jump back in shock, nearly kicking the chair. "Bloody hell! My day has already been Congalala shit so I really don't need all these magical shenanigans! Please tell me you have some liquor to spare." Balan and Lance could only look at each other completely aware of a very odd explanation.

Not even 5 minutes later, the pink haired man had down half a bottle of wine as he now sat with the taller odd men in the room. Massaging his head, the mortal man finally spoke up. "So I am in a magical sentient theatre that serves as a gateway to someone's heart. You two, mainly Balan, are tasked to use that magic to bring balance to anyone whose heart is out of place upon entering. Nearly godlike beings who performed this task for over 3000 years?"

The top hatted Maestro nodded his head in agreement while Lance took another swig of his wine glass. Both of them ignored the pinkette swearing under his breath, the guy was having a bad day so it was normal. Although none of them could deny that this particular person was anything normal at all.

"Alright. My name is Val'tah, Val'tah Choso and I'm a Monster Hunter." Val'tah quickly raised his hand up before Balan and Lance almost immediately shot out of their seats. "Whoa! Not that kind of hunter for Namielle's sake so don't have your knickers in a bunch. Do any of you have a pen and paper?"

Magically upon request, the mint green haired performer took out a pen and notepad from behind his cravat. Rolling his eyes, the hunter took the items and began to draw something on the paper. Val'tah then placed it on the table for both Maestros to see.

It was a sketch of what looked like a dragon made completely from stone. Stony humps that grew bits of moss protruding from the back, a tail that looked like large pebbles strung together, even flat wings to a wide meteor shaped body and narrowed rhinoceros-like face. "That is a Basarios, a Monster or species of monster."

Lance and Balan looked at the picture with curiosity. It definitely explained why the man had that sort of weapon or armor. "Hunters are sort of like mercenary peacekeepers. Whenever a monster starts a huge ruckus or someone has a job in monster infested territory, we get called to do it."

Taking a swig from the wine bottle, much to Balan's distaste, Val'tah continued. "We don't have to slay targets such as the Basarios if we want to. A Hunter has permission to capture and relocate any large monster to a better habitat, something that I usually do. Where I'm from, it's our duty to keep the balance of not only the ecosystem but between human and monster kind."

A hum of acknowledgment rumbled from Lance's throat, it was almost comical in a sense. Normal hunters have various goals in mind when it comes to hunting: glory or survival. This was the first time hearing about ones who bring balance amongst more dangerous fauna and humans. How very ironic.

"Very interesting, to imagine there is a world beyond the realm of our understanding. There is still a question, how did you end up in our sacred bastion?" Balan's question rang through Val'tah's head alongside a bit of pain. Memories flashing through the pinkette's mind as a look of solemn horror crossed his face.

"I'm remembering it now. I was assigned to an expedition to investigate some odd ruins located near Wyvern's End, a den of a very dangerous monster. Those ruins were actually a machine that accidentally turned on and… I think I was caught in an explosion. Dear Namielle, I think I died."

Silence washed over the room, it was so deafening that a pin drop could be considered a bomb going off. Balan's perpetual smile dropped into a neutral frown, horror crossing his eyes upon the hunter's visage earlier. Severe burns on the unprotected skin and his arm in a very unnatural angle...Wait.

Any other chance to say anything was stopped when a look of abstract terror and grief burned within Val'tah's eyes. "No…! Buena was with me. She must have got caught in the blast too! Where's Buena?!" The pinkette shot out of his chair, the piece of furniture hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Neither Lance or Balan could grab the hunter before he ran for the door, the hard oak opening into a gray expanse of rocky terrain than the actual hallway. Not that the change deterred the hunter as Val'tah ran in but surely took the two Maestros by surprise.

"The theatre opened its doors to a new world never seen before! Could this be the hunter's trauma born from his core or is it something more?" Balan was quick to pick out the growing intrigue within his darker counterpart's words. There was more going on with Val'tah but they couldn't figure it out without finding the man.

Both Maestros quickly ran through those doors to catch up with the hunter and his questionable head start. It appeared that the gray expanse was actually the part of a larger mountain, a steppe to be more accurate. Thick deciduous forests could be made out past some of the gray rocky cliffs other than the one the door led them there, vast yellow fields of grass and very rough uneven terrain laid alongside unknown fauna than just plants.

Or the terrifying large nest made from various sticks, broken logs, ivy, bones of different creatures; humans included, and large egg shell remains of whatever species made it. The only indication that this world was made by Val'tah's heart were the small floating islands and giant airborne accessories or props.

Ribbons woven through part of the forest, a showman's cane that hung by the cliff leading down to the grassy plain, masks hanging across the stone walls, and instruments disguised as plants or rocks playing beautiful music bearing a tribal origin by the beating drums, whistling flutes and sitar strings being strung.

"How very odd and peculiar. This place must be spawned from a memory very familiar. It will be harder to avoid any wrong, when the aura of this world is heavily strong." Balan spoke wearily, a feeling that they were being watched prickle the fuzz on his skin. There was also the strong sensation about splitting up being a very bad idea.

Using the cane to slide down to the forest below helped give both theatre dwellers a quick glimpse of the surrounding areas before they hit the ground. For a split second, Lance swore he saw something large moved through the trees. Whatever it was, it was too big to be Val'tah or any of his familiars.

Both Maestros landed on a reddish clay ridge, small ledges to an almost natural stone bridge connected the large ditch at the center, a small stream of water passing down the middle, various large mushrooms and beehives leaking honey from multiple branches. Or that they weren't exactly alone.

Grazing about the area were deer, their pelts were a dark green speckled by white dots that overlapped a soft peach underbelly, large grayish silver antlers for the males whilst the females had short black horns and azure eyes that stared at the duo. Some of the deer continued to munch on the flora while the others kept a wary gaze on Balan and Lance.

"Definitely inhabitants of Wonderworld but not quite. I think these deer were crafted by Val'tah's memories that hold powerful might." If these animals shared similar traits to their earthly counterparts, the Dark Maestro knew they were relatively harmless unless provoked.

Another thought then immediately crossed Balan's mind. "If these creatures are here, then we might have more to fear. These deer are prey…" Suddenly the various green pelted beasts rose their heads up, ears twitching as if they caught something the other two hadn't.

"Wouldn't a predator cause dismay?" The top hat wearing man really didn't like where things were going as the large herd began to scatter immediately when the sound of heavy thuds could be heard. One deer was running for the bridge, the thuds stopped and both Maestros only had time to blink when something large and purple snatched the scared fawn off the stone ground.

"Holy shit." Balan would've scolded Lance for foul language if they didn't have a bigger problem on their hands. The body of the snatched deer hung limply from the jaws of a giant purple monster. A 69 ft hulking dark violet draconic tiger, its body mostly covered in violet and yellow edged plates of caparace like armor bearing a ruby red underbelly, a short tigerine snout that held large sharp teeth and two large tusks at the ends of the mouth, giant jagged yellow horns that mimicked those on the helms of samurai which also covered long thin ears or the burning azure eyes.

Both front and back legs held four digit paws carrying razor sharp claws or what looked to be long yellow spikes on the forelegs, and the large reptilian tail that ended with a three pointed Spade spear. Balan and Lance watch the deer disappear into the beast's mouth, minced to pieces down its gullet and the feline smiled with blood tinted fangs.

Or that the draconic tiger let out a threatening roar right at the duo as bright blue fire burst from the edges of its mouth like a miasma. They barely had the chance to jump out of the way when the giant beast bounced at the two, sharp claws shredding through the dirt as if it were paper.

"This is a beast we'll have to fight or neither of us will come out alright!" Violence wasn't something Balan often indulged in but he knew there were times that he had no choice. Facing his hands forth, small spheres of yellow energy manifested on the maestro's fingertips before tossing them in the form of arrows.

With a wag of its tail, the draconic tiger brought forth burning blue will o' wisps and launched it back with a tail swipe. Both volleys of energy exploded into fireworks of their respective color, the armored beast leaping through the smoke with claws alight in blue fire.

Lance quickly dove under the beast while Balan flew over to the left side, the Dark Maestro flared out the tendrils on his back then slammed into the beast's unprotected belly alongside a vicious uppercut. The violet tiger felt the pain but took the opportunity to release a thin burst of glittering blue powder from its body before being launched into the air by Lance's attack.

Whatever the blue powder was irritated the raven haired male, the sensation being a mixture of itchy powder and bubbling hot grease. "Lance, look out!" Balan's shout made him look up at the airborne beast, the spade of its tail had opened into a trident as it swung the limb through the air.

The momentum being enough to correct the beast's position and trajectory so it could dive-bomb the Dark Maestro like a burning blue meteor. Neither of them expected for that particular powder to ignite upon contact as Balan watched his dark counterpart get flying by an azure explosion from his own body.

Creating a larger blast of yellow energy, the hat wearing man threw it at the violet tiger before heading over to his fallen ally. It let out a howl of annoyance upon the projectiles not only striking it's face but burst into a thick mustard smokescreen that made the feline gag.

Lance laid slanted by the tree he had hit, burn marks sprinkled over parts of his skin and clothing was singed too. "You okay, Lance?! This beast has more frightening power than just a ferocious stance!" Balan spoke, carefully helping his counterpart off the ground.

The movement made the elven male let out a mild hiss before shaking the greenette's hand off him. "As much as I like seeing you frown, this beast needs to be taken down. Balan, watch out for any powder from the skin of the hide, you'll lose more than just your pride."

Sharp claws of the draconic tiger swept away the hatted maestro's smokescreen. Bright blue fire burning burst the open jaws, the feline was absolutely pissed as even more azure fire spewed from the legs and tail or that the yellow ridges on the back and forelegs were now giant blades. It let out a furious roar forcing Balan and Lance to prepare for another attack.

That was until the entire world became silent, all of the instruments had oddly stopped playing. It was quiet until the sound of shamisen strings being plucked filled the still air with an orchestra of intimidating brass to follow in its wake. Sinister sounding melodies of violins and shinobue flutes were met with someone walking out from the brush.

It was Val'tah, a violet mask resembling the tiger donned on his face alongside dark violet coat with golden fur sleeves, dark violet hakama trousers decorated in elegant gold patterns reminiscent of fire and swords, two fake tails similar to the violet beast sewn on the back and without any shoes, only barefooted.

Balan and Lance stood speechless as the pinkette did something neither of them expected. The hunter had begun to dance in a style similar to those done by kabuki actors. His arms glided through the air, bits of glittering violet powder produced from the sleeves creating streaks in the air with an appearance mimicking purple misty fire.

Val'tah stomped his foot to the ground to spread out the mist like powder around him, the man spun into a short pirouette so he could stop in the Dragon Stance found in martial arts. It was like the hunter was manipulating magic to flow with his elegant and entrancing dance.

The sinister orchestra went perfectly with Val'tah's movements. Beating of hand drums, male chants with an ominous tone, shinobue flutes paired alongside the plucks of the shamisen and strung chords of the violin told a story on its own. A ritual performance of omens and cautionary tribulations.

Balan and Lance couldn't look away, neither could the beast who appeared to be calming down. The long yellow caparace blades lower themselves back into thin ridges, the trident tip of the tail collapses into its spade form and the eerie blue fire burning around the beast sputters out. Bright blue in its eyes dimming into a soft mellow teal.

Val'tah spun on the ball of his feet before transitioning into an aerial kick. The pinkette then used the momentum of the kick to position himself so he could bring down his arm in for a slash. He landed on the ground in a predatory stance, nails of his right hand dug into the soil, feet spread apart with knees bent for a crouch, left arm held out behind the man and the tiger mask facing the spectators.

The hunter then twirled himself into a backflip, all for the purpose of landing on his feet with his arms held and hands pressed together while the fingers were positioned to mimic fangs. Val'tah pulled his arms apart and let out a loud beastly roar with the final loud beats of the drum, the draconic tiger letting out its own roar in unison.

The pinkette took off his mask once the music returned to its more peaceful counterpart. "Glad I made it in time or Buena would've torn you to pieces. Luckily the Sonata of Omens can be played here or I would've been forced to do an acapella." Balan nearly choked upon the words Val'tah just said.

The giant hellish tiger that spews blue explosive fire was the hunter's friend?! Something Lance couldn't help but state the inquiry out loud. "You telling us the beast that nearly had us ravaged, is your companion that you ran off to scavenged?!"

Val'tah sheepishly scratched his head and let out a soft chuckle. The beast or Buena groomed their paws as if nothing happened. "She is a Magnamalo and they tend to be... tenacious predators. Buena is unique since she's friendlier than the regular 'malo, at least to me and any friend of mine."

Balan had a feeling there was more to this odd bond than just a story but… "At least your missing friend has been found, even if she treated us like a steak for a pound. Best to return back to the theatre, Lance got burnt bruises that need gauze by the meter." The top hatted Maestro then clapped his hands together as a giant door formed behind him.

It was big enough for the large Magnamalo to go through without any hindrance. Val'tah had a feeling there was going to be more magical convenience when it came to this odd theatre than just the taller duo living inside and a magical replica of the ritual clothing for the Sonata of Omens. Something to think about when he tries to figure out their situation.

And that's it! Yes this is a crossover between Balan Wonderworld and Monster Hunter but also my first Balan fic too! If you guys don't know, Balan Wonderworld is one of the games I've recently got and wholeheartedly. Sure it had problems but it was a delightful experience throughout my entire playthrough.

If you do decide to get the game, wait until it goes on sale. The full price isn't really suited considering the huge controversy involving it's development.

Our two star characters of this fic are an unlikely pair.

'The Hunter Who Wished To Dance' and owner of the mysterious 13th Door in Wonderworld: Val'tah Choso. A Monster Hunter who strived to become a performer but forsaken the goal partly for his ward, Buena.

Buena is a subspecies of Magnamalo called Will-O-Wisp Magnamalo. They expel blue fire often mistaken for spirit orbs and can engulf their body in an armor of azure fire for offensive defense. Only the Sonata of Omens, a mysterious ritualistic dance can calm a rampaging Magnamalo.

Until next time folks! I'll see you back in Wonderworld.

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