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karoubrugarou · 2 months
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A Racboar's Rage sketch
When a father's heart aches in terrible pain, he becomes a vengeful beast that the spirit of a vengeful god has taken control of. With his second form under the Racboar god's control, Tomo begins his wrathful destruction to his enemies. The bones and skull proves that many have failed to stop the Racboar before things go even worse.
I want to start doing full illustrations with my characters as I want to go back and use my copics again. I wanted to do a full sketch of Proto-Rak Tomo going berserk before he goes full Racboar form.
Tomo © Franchesca Huerta aka Chibi Brugarou
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demon-blood-youths · 3 months
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Woah uhh...Now we see why you guys said do not mess with her teacups. That was scary. Hellmare is scary when angry. T^T
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"Yep!" Fosh laughs, Hahahaha...eeehhhh..." Then that laugh turns to nervous laughter, "There were a few times when someone ruined Hellmare's tea time with people. It did not go well for those guys who tried that." Fosh laughs.
"I have a few quiet stories...." Ophelia said. "It was one time when I was interning with Dr. Yosano. We were taking a break with her, Ranpo, and the President at a cafe."
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Hellmare is giggling with Ranpo as they are enjoying their time. Ranpo is drinking his bubble tea while he tells Hellmare about his famous cases that made Hellmare nod. The President, Yukichi Fukuzawa smiles and sips his tea. Dr. Yosano and Ophelia were going over notes from their patients' past treatments.
But then suddenly...someone takes a shot against the President. The President of course, deflects the bullet with ease due to his master swordsmanship. Dr. Yosano dragged Ophelia and Ranpo to take cover over the counter at the cafe.
"Is everyone okay?!" Yosano asked.
"I am quite alright. How about the President?!" Ophelia asked with concern. That was too fast. Did someone take a shot at them. Speaking of which...where's Hellmare.
"Where's Hellmare?" Ranpo asked. All three poke their heads out of their cover and see Hellmare still sitting, holding a broken tea cup. Her eyes stared at it as the liquid of her chamollie milk tea is spilled across the floor.
"Hellmare?" The President asked as a group of enemies pull up with their cars and surrounded the President and Hellmare with their guns pointing at it. Assassins.
Hellmare takes a breath. "Oh dear....it appears a sniper broke this wonderful tea cup." She said, keeping her voice calm.
Eh?
Hellmare sat up and right away, summons her weapon, Stargarssi. "President. Allow me to deal with these vermin." The way Hellmare said with a smile. It was not a gentle smile. No, in a way it is described as cold and disturbing. Looking ready to cause some bloodshed.
"Did she say...vermin?" Ranpo blinks and is taken aback by Hellmare's change of tone. Ophelia is now shaking a little now scared. "They made her mad. They ruined her tea time."
"Is that a serious offense?!" Ranpo asked incredulously. Ophelia nods.
"I already feel bad for them." Dr. Yosano asked, chuckling. The President sees this and sighs, sheathing his sword, "Very well but please take mind in not causing a huge mess, Hellmare."
"Of course~" Hellmare said and right away, Stargarssi transformed into a Gatling gun. This got the enemy scared now as Hellmare aims her gun at them.
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"Let's begin~!"
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"After that, Hellmare returns to her normal self and tells the cafe staff that their tea is wonderful and tells them that the enemy will pay for the damages. She had one of the enemy leaders at gunpoint." Ophelia said.
"The poor man soiled his pants after seeing the devastation that Hellmare caused to their vehicles," Ophelia said. "And oh...she blew the sniper off the roof with her rifle. The man suffered broken bones."
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CELEBRANT 
by Ed Binkley
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danskjavlarna · 10 months
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Spellbinding: a choice collection of vintage witches and witchcraft imagery.
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pxppet · 8 months
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WitchDoctor moment <3
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jjstein2 · 9 months
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if ur still takin requests, marvin being all cute with henrik perhaps... <3
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evening kitchen dancing <3
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ashtonisvibing · 7 months
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Trickshot, witchdoctor and antiaverage :3
okay uhhhhhhh i'm pretty sure i'm right on who's in witchdoctor (henrik and marvin???)
i ask very kindly and nicely to include actual names as well if you're gonna gimme ship names i am le stupid and don't know very many of the ship names
with that being said
trick shot
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oh, this is 100% a "friends with benefits -> falling in love" ship
god they have so much baggage to themselves but together they've somehow managed to help the wounds at least a little
literally the gayest couple ever (half joking, but they are so fucking queer)
marvin is definitely a power bottom between them
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another ship that i don't think about much, honestly. but yeah, i can see them being the sassiest couple on the block (when henrik isn't utterly exhausted)
they kiss kiss fall in love and with the magic of that plus therapy they're gonna be fine :3
antiaverage
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they hate fuck YOU CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND
they yell at each other for 10min and then aggressively make out on the couch
god they are not healthy for each other and honestly good for them, good for them
but also fuck them if they could fix each other with a kiss I COULD'VE GOTTEN A BINGO FROM THEM
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sspacegodd · 4 months
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We don't say shaman anymore.
Instead, say "shaperson."
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zombiemaykr · 10 months
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Jahaar Aetus
POV an old man is about to beat You up with a stick
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transyam · 8 months
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So I've been playing ac6 because I am an addict to from soft games and I've been naming all my builds after my favorite battlebots. Giving them paint schemes to match.
I've got a lightweight claw footed hypershock with a shotgun grenade launcher combo. The most well rounded so far is witch doctor with laser rifle, laser blade, double shoulder large missile launchers. So far I haven't really used my sawblaze heavy with all explosive weapons, but my HUGE with 4 laser rifles really satisfies.
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trxsh3banditt · 4 months
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Restless Nights (Witch Doctor Fluff Fic)
Fandom: JSE Egos
Ship: WitchDoctor (Marvin x Henrik)
Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Dr Henrik Von Schneeplestein, Anti (mentioned), Chase Brody (mentioned), Jackieboy-Man (mentioned), Sean (mentioned), Jameson Jackson (mentioned)
Trigger Warnings!! Self Harm, toxic thinking, extremely bad habits
(If anyone ignores the warnings that I put, I am not responsible for anything that happens. If I missed something, please let me know and I will get back as soon as I can)
The clock struck three AM on a Sunday morning, he could already hear the birds chirping away with their aggravating song. It was almost as comparable to the overbearing sound of nails scraping on chalkboards. Running on barely even a few hours of sleep, two, maybe even three pots of coffee and more than enough anxiety to send a man to the nut house, Henrik trudged outside the household for a smoke. He moved silently through the halls, his feet barely auditing a creak as he made his way to the door. The tired German sat on the first step leading to the doorway, and breathed a heavy sigh as he reached into his pocket. He knew he shouldn't be smoking, his asthma couldn't take it, but his body was full of so much anxiety..he was literally shaking like a leaf; a leaf struggling to remove itself from a twig during the harsh blows of wind. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like days, hours like years. Everything moved slow, he felt like time just kept moving on, with or without him.
Taking a drag from the cigarette in the young doctors mouth, he felt the anxieties and stresses from his past few nights begin to slowly but surely fade. As he continued to smoke through the cigarette, he failed to notice a certain young magician had found him sitting outside by himself at such an unfathomable hour.
"Henrik..? What are you doing up at this hour darling? Why aren't you in bed..?" The magician yawned, as if the sudden disappearance of his boyfriend was enough to wake him.
Henrik practically jumped upon hearing the sound of his boyfriends voice so abruptly that the cigarette that was once in his hand dropped to the concrete step he sat on. "Marvin, I didn't think you'd be awake so soon...Ah, uhm..." He began to fumble through words to form some sort of excuse, but the only thing he could muster were noises until he finally spoke up once more, "I..couldn't sleep. And I needed some fresh air, and a smoke to cool my nerves." His voice automatically gave it away to Marvin, his boyfriend hadn't been sleeping recently, and he was determined to fix it no matter what.
"Would you like to talk about it darling?" The magician closed the screen door and seated himself next to the tired German.
"J-Ja.." Henrik sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping over as he hung his head. "That..would make me feel a lot better.."
"Begin whenever you feel comfortable to do so." Marvin gave Henrik a soft, patient smile and made direct eye contact with the doctor. Henrik took a deep breath and looked down at the steps and his hands. He began by rolling his sleeve up to reveal some irritated scratch marks, some having left blood behind, thus scarring. Marvin's eyes widened as he thought of this situation already.
"I-I...I had an anxiety attack earlier, in the bathroom. I couldn't stop shaking.." Henrik couldn't bring himself to look Marvin in the eyes while speaking, his voice cracked and strained itself as he tried so hard not to break down in front of Marvin. "I couldn't breathe, and I didn't want to wake you up so all I could do was sit there scratching at my arms until it was over."
"Oh darling.."
"I couldn't go to sleep after that..I-I didn't want to worry you...and I-I.." Henrik's voice broke and he stopped talking, letting out a quiet short whimper as his eyes burned with tears, brimming the surface and threatening a flood.
"Shh.." Marvin was quick to react, swooping Henrik up onto his lap as he held his partner close to him. He gently rests his head onto his chest as he began to speak slowly, and softly in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry sweetheart...don't get so worked up, I'm not mad..I'm concerned...you're exhausting yourself aren't you..?"
"I'm sorry..I just..I couldn't stop thinking about what happened to everyone else...Chase, Sean, Jackie, Jameson..even Anti I can't stop worrying about...What if they got hurt..what if we'll never see anyone again..? W-What...what if.."
"Let me stop you there sweetie. We'll see them again, I can assure you they are fine...pinky swear...but for now, you need to get some sleep, and this time mister, I won't take no for an answer." Marvin stood, holding Henrik in his arms bridal style back inside and used his magic to shut and lock the door. Turning off all the lights Marvin went right to bed with Henrik. "And you are staying home from work tomorrow..you need a break."
Editors note!
I apologize for the extremely long break I took. I will be trying to post more often
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karoubrugarou · 1 month
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Concept sketch of Guardian Tomo based on Disney's Mirrorverse. I have been wanting to draw my OCs as the Guardians. Plus I think the concept from a Disney mobile game is awesome. I was this close to giving Tomo a skeleton arm on his right arm, but I do want him to have his Racboar genetics.
Tomo © Franchesca Huerta aka Chibi Brugarou
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demon-blood-youths · 3 months
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Even if he looked up your skirt after crashing into you? Hex was NOT happy about that. ^^;
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Ophelia sighs, "I try....not to remember that. I know that was....an accident." Ophelia fixed her glasses, trying not to get mad right now.. "And I was upset that Mineta finds that enjoyable. I was glad that Hex got him off me."
"If Mineta comes back for an injury, Hex will make sure to handle it. I will stay away from Mineta as much as possible if I can help it."
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By: Elizabeth Weiss
Published: Dec 7, 2023
The American Museum of Natural History’s newest “revitalized” hall—the Northwest Coast Hall, which reopened in 2022 after five years and $19 million spent—includes a case with a warning label:
CAUTION: This display case contains items used in the practices of traditional Tlingit doctors. Some people may wish to avoid this area, as Tlingit tradition holds that such belongings contain powerful spirits.
Even if you disregard this caution, you’ll have difficulty seeing the items since “the case lighting has been darkened at the request of Tlingit advisors to reflect the cultural sensitivity of these items.” And just to be sure, the case bears a “no photography” sticker.
The case contains masks used by traditional Tlingit shamans, once referred to as witchdoctors; that term is no longer considered appropriate at the American Museum of Natural History, so they are now called simply ���doctors.” According to the somewhat confusing text on the case, “By wearing masks that contained the spirits, doctors tapped into their power,” and presumably this power was what they believed helped heal people of diseases—both physical pathologies and spiritual ailments.        
Though some questioned whether the items should be displayed at all—the official story holds that these materials were stolen from graves—Tlingit advisors wished to keep the display. The “American Museum of Natural History staff, with support from Tlingit experts, concluded that displaying the materials honored Tlingit cultural history—but that it was crucial to acknowledge the sensitivity and ongoing power of these objects.”
The presentation and treatment of this display case epitomizes what has gone wrong in the remodeling of the Northwest Coast Hall: museum staff are allowing creation myths and other religious and supernatural beliefs to be depicted as historical facts and scientific truths.
Another example of the Northwest Coast Hall’s blurring of fact and fiction can be found in the text on the origin of the Northwest Indian tribes, provided by Iris (Nunanta) Siwallace, a cultural researcher for the Nuxalk Nation in Bella Coola, British Columbia. “Our first Ancestors who descended from the heavens down to Earth either came in the form of animals or on the eyelashes of the Sun,” she writes. This may be a beautiful creation myth, but exhibit designers should distinguish the tale from the factual story of human origins. Exhibit halls created earlier, such as the 1970 Hall of Mexico and Central America and the 1989 Hall of South American Peoples, do a far better job of telling visitors when something is believed, when something is true, and when something is unknown. By depicting these stories as factual, the museum is no different than a creationist museum portraying an Adam and Eve biblical story as empirical fact.
In some cases, the lines between fact and fiction seemed to be even more deliberately blurred, as in the case showing painted panels of the Nuu-chah-nulth, formerly referred to as the Nootka, which states:
The painted panel displayed above commemorates events experienced by Sin-Set, a Nuu-chah-nulth Chief of the Huupa’Chesat-h Nation, around 1850. While taking salmon from a trap on the cascading Sproat River, the Chief lost his balance and fell in a deep pool. Two supernatural Whales called out to him and took him on a journey. In the course of his travels, he entered the lake above the river, met a Thunderbird and a Lightning Serpent, and visited the House of Wolves.
This text depicts a supernatural event as a real occurrence, even providing a date. This is not the only example of such deceptive practices. In reference to a panel by the ‘Namgis of British Columbia, the accompanying text informs us:
According to ‘Namgis history, the supernatural Kulus, a down-covered Thunderbird, lived above the Sun. One such bird named Tlalamin came down to the human world and built a house near Nimpkish Lake decorated with clouds, stars, and the Sun. Then Tlamamin took off his Kulus clothing and became a man.
This is not history. It is mythology.
And the use of such folklore is not limited to the past; upon entrance to the exhibit, visitors are greeted with quotes from indigenous collaborators appealing to the supernatural to argue for repatriation of artifacts. For instance, Judith Dax̱ootsú Ramos, a professor at University of Alaska Southeast who is also Tlingit, states:
What we have in the Museum are not just works of art—they’re spiritual beings. And, when we see them, we know they’re calling to us, “We want to come home.” I’ll always remember an Elder who went to a museum, and she could see the mist of an object coming out of the drawer where it was contained. She said, “We’ll bring you back home.”
More simply, Morgan (Secəlenəxʷ) Guerin, a member of the Musqueam First Nation, noted that “There’s a lot of Ancestors’ souls within these pieces.”
When fact and fiction are blurred as in the Northwest Coast Hall, the museum fails at its stated mission: “To discover, interpret, and disseminate—through scientific research and education—knowledge about human cultures, the natural world, and the universe.” By allowing indigenous collaborators to set the terms, the museum fails to educate the public—both indigenous and non-indigenous. Five million people, including “hundreds of thousands of K-12 students and teachers,” visit the museum annually; they are being misinformed by arguably one of the nation’s finest public institutes of science.
Throughout the museum, one sees signs that New York State is making changes that will “address aspects of our history, colonialism, and the broader legacy of museum collecting.” These changes, we’re told, will “increase diversity of voices and perspectives” with the “goals to offer history and context and to enhance cultural understanding.” In short, the changes are motivated by a desire to atone for past wrongs and erase the racism experienced by indigenous people. A far better way to compensate for past mistakes is to educate people with historical and scientific information, rather than patronizing them with mythology masquerading as fact.
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"Other ways of knowing" is what happens when your scientific institution succumbs to DEI activists.
Creation myths are not science. It shouldn't be necessary to explain that.
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danskjavlarna · 1 year
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Newsworthy: a collection of weird headlines and book titles.
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tessiearts · 10 months
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I did these character designs a few years back for a story that has always been in the back of my mind. It is one of those stories I always imagine being told best as an animated series rather than a comic. I’m making some current artwork of them now and I just realize I never posted this. These aren’t the final designs for them.
Those who want more background information on these characters, please continue reading below.
It’s set in a fictional world where humans must work a dedicate balance in a world full of magic, spirits, and various fanatical creatures whose intelligence rivals that of humanity. Only a selected few of humanity has the power to manipulate magic and of those who can, even fewer can become the nation’s witchdoctor. The witchdoctor is one of the most important people of any kingdom, tasked with keeping vengeful nature’s spirits at bay, diagnosing and fixing curses, and confronting any evil witches, sorcerers, or magical beasts who wish to bring harm to their kingdom’s people. Due to their importance in society at large and the need to exchange ideas and offer assistance to other witchdoctors, they can travel freely between kingdoms without prosecution and are given significant privileges and accommodations wherever they settle.
The training to become a witchdoctor starts in childhood. Once chosen, the child leaves their home for Arithea, a witchdoctor trainee camp that will serve as their primary home. They are partnered with another trainee and a teacher whose task it is to build up their magical ability, learn to speak to spirits, and teach them the various ways of the witchdoctor. During this time, the witchdoctor trainee is taken to various kingdoms and expose to different peoples, cultures, creatures, and other witchdoctors.
This is where we meet our characters, who are all in the same trainee group.
Kadai isn’t your typical witchdoctor trainee. There isn’t a lot of things she cares about in this world, other than what “me, myself, and I want’ as she like to say. Use to taking care of herself, her independent streak puts her at odds with the other trainees and particularly so with her trainee partner Rashin, who is all about rules. Unlike Rashin, the only reason Kadai a trainee is for the free food.
Rashin is probably one of the most ambitious witchdoctor trainee that Arithea ever had. He was a stand out in his village, and no one was particularly surprised when he was chosen to be the village’s witchdoctor. Rashin wants to prove himself to world, being very aware that as a Chiwara, that he is viewed as another simple beast in the majority human dominated environment that he is surrounded by. His ambitions are almost always at odds with the laid back Kadai.
Maadi is a very controversial witchdoctor teacher indeed. To the other teachers, he is way too laid back for the students own good and treat them too much like kids rather than a witchdoctor they must become. But Maadi is very confident in his methods and believe no other teacher can bring out the full potential of their students like he can. Even if they fall a little behind the other students with his sometimes lackadaisical approach, they will definitely catch up in time with his teaching methods…right?!
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