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Tue, 06 Nov 2007 22:59:57 PST

-10 cool points for using like basic photoshop 7 brushes so badly.

see kids this is why you shouldn't try to draw when you have artist block the size of canada slapped on top of you.

always think out your drawings before hand. hahaha]

<3

Titans Fall - Eve of Betrayal

Sun, 04 Apr 2004 11:18:09 PDT

This is just something I did while I await the next Teen Titans episode with Terra.

The title was inspired by what I predict the new Terra episodes will be. I'm also getting familiar with Terra's original comic book version of her character. I can only imagine that Terra will be manipulated by Slade to detroy the Titans. Even with this knowledge, I am sure this would further broaden her character in the animated series. Hopefully Beast Boy being devasted can still save her or else be enemies for ever.

Terra's pose was inspired by this Japanese PC game called -Aka- that my Brother provided. I think its not a hentai game, but with my Brother, I wouldn't be surprised if it was. I sort of made this with Terra's original outfit. I just added the black gloves and cut long sleve shirt from her new look in the series.

The background I had the most fun doing. I had a blast doing the Titan Tower. I am still trying to get that look the animated series does with their background. That grain / horizontal brush stroke / canvas look.

Another Note: Don't worry folks, I am still a big BB/Raven fan as well as BB/Terra! Unlike most TT fans, I like Terra!

Teen Titans © DC Comics; Warner Bros.
Art © Jodi Seer (a.k.a. Mimi, Myself, & Iz.)

Dance of Winter and Fall

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:50:38 PDT

More of a WIP... but might not ever get finished piece.. holding a small chance of me randomly deciding to finish it.. As of now, its as finished as it'll be for awhile... because I has lots of stuff to do. So it's "finished" but not "finished".. I don't make sense...
This is another one of those random things I drew that month I was in Chicago, but this was one of those I drew at mai Grandpas while I had a slight artists block so I surfed on his internet looking at random stock images hoping for pose inspiration...
and I saw this picture ( [link] ) and was like
"Awww, that would make a good pose for Winter and Fall" .. so thats what I did. I wouldn't have posted this, but my friend was rather adamant about me posting it, along with some other stuff I've yet to post. She always says I don't post 3/4ths of the stuff I draw. Which is true- mostly cause I don't deem them postable.
Anyway!!!
Brushes used in background came from *ro-stock "decorations".. can be found in mai favorites.

Fall

Sat, 13 Apr 2013 23:35:07 PDT

Cloud Brushes: ~JavierZhX
Stars Brushes by: KeReN
Bokeh: I don't know, I find it on google :/
Mordecai & Margaret by :

I hope you like

LOK: Sky Fall

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 22:52:44 PST

This is probably one of the best scenes in my opinion. It's just so touching and heart-warming.
Inspired by moni158's lok screens. Had a lot of fun testing out new brush settings in SAI :]
Very sketchy compared to hers since I did not want to copy the exact style. I glanced at the bg
for about 5 sec and everything else is pretty much from imagination!

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Muffins some times fall from the clouds

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 10:50:08 PDT

You look up at the sky what is going on. Something is flying right for you. You dont have enough time to do anything you just have to brace yourself. You are knocked backwards as the Pegasus crash right into you. You are thrown a few metres. A bit dazed you look at up to see who crashed into you who is still on top of you.
Pinkie: Ouch, Are you alright?

???: Dont worry Im fine I landed on something soft.

Derpy looks down to see you flat as a pancake under her.

Derpy: I dont think that I have seen you around here before. Whats your name?

You try and respond but it is quite difficult to take when the full weight of a Pegasus is pushing down on you. You make a high pitched squeaky noise.

Derpy gets up shakes herself so her mane fall back into place then pulls you upright. The crash has knocked the wind out of you. You start to cough trying to get your breath back.

Derpy: Youre ok arent you? I haven broken you have i? Im really really sorry

Derpy smiles at you:

You: Yes Im fine. My names (Yourname here)

You start to brush yourself off.

Derpy: Let me help you, you got a little dirt on you coat there.

Derpy beings to clean the dirt off you coat with her wings

Derpy: Good as new.

Pinkie comes over to see you.

Pinkie: Well a guess youve met Derpy, She is our Post Pegasus she delivers all the letters and parcels. She is also Sugar Cube Corner top customer for muffins.

You see Derpy seem to drift off as if she is thing about something very important.

Derpy suddenly snapped out of her trance.

Derpy: I fancy a muffin what about you two?

Pinkie: we heading over then now if you want to come with us.

Derpy smiles and you all start walking down to Sugar Cube Corner.
Just as you approach Derpy shouts out.

Derpy: TADA this is my favourite shop in the whole world
You notice that there are two guards outside the shop and they seem to be stopping everyone who is going past.
Pinkie: The Guards are back again

Derpy: They are big meanies if you dont have your ID card on you.

You dont have any ID cards. But are too close to turn around you try and enter the shop without looking at them

Guard: You three stop right there.

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Vector - Sunby * [link]

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Derpy - Thunderby ~ [link]

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Derpy Hooves - Being Derpyby ~ [link]

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Turfby ~ [link]

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Ponyville Road Viewby *[link]

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My dear sweet sweet Legend

Wed, 27 Jul 2011 09:13:07 PDT

Wanted to make sorta a fake screenshot looking thing of Legend receiving orders from Selma(off screen) to go get some blood and hair from a victim so she can cast a curse on her.

So Legend would get the the hair by stealing it from a brush, and then give her a good scratch for the blood.........or just attacker her head/face and take a piece of her ear for the blood, and then take some of her hair while he's at it.

Whatever which way presents itself, he'll take it.

and that's not blood on Selma's dress/house, it's mud more than likely.

Here's the poem that Selma and Legend first appeared:
Selma Black, Owned a Black Cat.
Selma Black did not wear a "witch's hat".
She did not ride a broomstick to black masses,
But she did meddle a bit into Dark Magics.
Selma Black kept in cages, little black bats.
With their blood,made a brew, and said a chant.
Then cursed and broke Momma Wickerson's back.

Selma Black lived nearest the woods alone in a shack.
Her door, like her hair, was painted black.
Selma heard a knock at the door, opened it up and was wrestled to the floor.
She was lifted, wrists bound.
Then was taken outside, saw the villagers, and made such a sound.
Barking mad, she laughed, and kicked a man to the ground.
The other man, whose hands still held her,
Shrieked in pain, for her touch became as hot as a flame.
When released she started to spin and sing.
"You rid thou's village of my body, but I shall still haunt thou's thoughts and dreams!"

Selma Black, who owned a cat, was tried and Hanged....
And they know now, that the act was a mistake.
At night when their children fall to sleep, a legendary cat starts to sneak.
It sits in the trees, eyes like embers.
And watches wickedly, at those who remember
They Kick and scream and wake up in sweats.
The feline knows, that Selma Black, though dead.
Will never leave these Villagers' heads.

And here's some other images:

Selma/Legend/Poem(c)DJ88

bloody fall

Wed, 19 Oct 2005 13:12:34 PDT

Drawn in ink, colours added in photoshop, more like a bonus than real colouring.
the brushes used are from [link] thank you.

Al - Fall

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:06:48 PST

will fix later... maybe... 5am - need sleep.

*updated..... still need to fix background... later...
**update2 ... added details to background, but still not happy maybe another update later...
***update3 ... ok, last update... maybe.
****update4 ... messing around with custom brushes.. heh heh
Al (c) me, 2009.

/Slowly the flakes fall/ -Knuckluna-

Tue, 18 Dec 2012 16:09:13 PST

I am proud of the shading in this one. ;w; Tried a different technique with different brushes and textures to make it look nice.

As of this, this started off as a sketch that I did at school. But it looked pretty good, so I decided to finish it. c: dvdvscahj
^{It hasn't snowed once here. :"I We got a small drizzle of it but it didn't last very long. We are getting the harsh cold temperatures, but no snow. Makes perfect sense to me.}

Listened to these songs to keep me motivated:
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The Master Emerald was so fun to do. Using Polygon Tool for the details like a boss.
Ishouldpracticeonemeraldsandgems.theyarejusttoofun.

^{/Drawn with a mouse in Photoshop CS6/}
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Artwork/Luna The Wolf(C) Me
Knuckles the Echidna/ Master Emerald (C) SEGA/Sonic Team

FREE Halloween adoptables CLOSED

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 03:32:37 PDT

Happy Halloween everyone wishing you the best Halloween ever hehe ^^ anyways, free Halloween adoptables for all the fantastic people on DA i hope you all like and have a simply terrific time adopting <3

Rules: (READ)
All are free and anyone can adopt.
1 per person only.
Not first in first served.
You MUST comment with the adoption certificate filled out to adopt.
Once you have adopted one of these, the one that you have adopted becomes solely your property to do what you want wish, you may have them as a whole species, Change design, or even make adoptables sheets from them.
they will stay open for about 3 days.
All of the plush animals on the sheet are adoptable, they are first in first served and no adoption certificate is needed. but are limited to 2 per person.
Have fun adopting everyone

Adoption certificate (Please fill to adopt)

Number:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:

Designed be me and now have new loving homes with these amazing people:

Creatures

1:Has been adopted by
Number: #1
Name: Shell, or Shelly
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Personality: (I'm just gonna make this sort of a back-story). Shelly was born an orphan. She hatched from an egg one day in the middle of the wilderness alone, and without help. She was a lucky child, because while in their birthing slumber, her siblings were eaten by the predators of the woods.

Luckily Shelly was born with a natural instinct for survival. She was easily able to grow up and support herself on her own.

As she grew older she was able to memorize the paths of the forest and find her way around quite easily. She also began to make friend with the fellow woodland folk so she never really felt like she was alone. Even though she has never met her true parents she never feels like she does not have a family. (The other woodland folk would be my other adopted OCs)

In her years in the woods Shelly has never met another creature like herself. Her life goal is to find her parents, or at least another creature of her species.

She is generally characterized as kind, caring, and gentle, but also exciting, adventurous, and bold. She is always standing up for her friends and trying to help others. She is also an herbivore, because she does not like to harm others.

Weaknesses: Even though Shelly has lots of family in the woods she still yearns to meet her true family. When people ask her about her parents she often tries to change the subject because it depresses her. A lot of days Shelly has to fake a smile, because she is considered sort of a leader figure, and so she must act her role. She does genuinely love and care for everyone, but it also comes with a cost. She does not have a lot of privacy or free time. She is also often afraid to mess up or do something wrong, a lot of people depend on her to help out. She can very easily get stressed, but does not let on. She often wishes she had someone she could talk to about it, but she is afraid of showing her weaknesses.

Creature that comes with her:

Name: Dark
Age: 8
Gender: Male

Personality: Also similar to Shelly Dark was born an orphan, and so out of pity Shelly took him in as her own. He is a youngin', but like Shelly is very energetic and adventurous. He considers Shelly like an older sister.

His feats often end up with him getting badly injured, which can cause problems for Shelly because then she must nurse him. Dark tries not to get hurt, but he just seems like be accident prone. He would do just about anything for his older sister, and their bond is unbreakable.

2: Has been adopted by
Number: 2
Name: Labu (means pumpkin in Indonesian)
Age: Around his early teens (13) which is a partial reason to why he behaves rather immaturely and playfully.
Gender: Male
Personality: Even though he looks odd; appearing to be a reptilian and mammalian mix, he does not feel like an outcast at all - to the contrary. He loves to play around and act immaturely, especially enjoying to play pranks on people (such as hiding behind objects and jumping at passerbys, scaring them) His elongated body allows him to slink around flexibly, especially through pumpkin patches - where he likes to hang out the most. After all, pumpkins are his favourite food and he loves the fact that you can do so much with them; use them as shelter, carve out things, make scary faces and for food. His orange-y colour allows him to blend in with the pumpkins while his darker lower body relatively camouflages him. He does not mean any harm and does not seem to notice any criticism due to his happy-go-lucky and naive nature. He enjoys making friends and if they like to prank other people too: even better. Sometimes he just likes to flop his body over a pumpkin whenever he feels tired, which looks very comical. He doesn't always follow orders, which usually makes others annoyed or roll their eyes at him. Labu is kind and doesn't disrespect anyone. His sharp teeth may look menacing, but he uses these to eat/carve pumpkins and scare people. He is a mischievous goof.
Drawing:

3: Has been adopted by
Number: 3
Name: Bleak
Age: 104 (21 in human years)
Gender: Male
Personality: Bleak is the cause of trouble and mischief on Halloween night. He's the one that gets your blood pumping to watch that horror movie or enter that haunted house, he's the one that gives you the edge to scare others or the mistakes to fail at scaring someone so he can have a good laugh. The string held by the spider on his back (who he calls Tabithius) is the limit to the amount of time he has left to fool with humans before he must return to his swampy home and wait for next year, the string runs out when Halloween officially ends. He is bound by this strings to keep things in order, but sometimes a human will wander near his home, giving Bleak his window of opportunity to screw with someone's mind, and with age comes experience.

4: Has been adopted by
Number: 4
Name: Alastor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Likes: Candy, dancing, games, and random stuff
Dislikes: Streets, humans in white, and more.
Personality: A large male who sometimes like to flirt. He is energetic and loves to run. He enjoys playing ding-dont-ditch on people, and he is great at hiding. He can get rude but is usually calm and kind. Never leave a bowl of candy outside you house saying 'take one' (What! No! I wouldn't do that! Psshhhh. i will only take 'one'!) he will most likely take it all. He enjoys the moon and can stay hours on end just staring at it. He is hard to read and very observant, and is pretty amused by those who try to do what they cant, though curious also. He sometimes likes to annoy people, only for the fun of it. but there are moments when he's completely calm and simply laid back. There is a bit of humor in him, however, but only to those he's close to and trusts. Those are the only kind of people he protects and will be the nicest to. He almost never shows emotion, so seeing her smile or show a sign of pain is rare.

Past: He slowly stood up in the small kennel, his mane brushing against the top. He groaned in annoyance and slipped a claw towards the lock, trying to get it unlocked. Alastor heard a small 'click' and pounced forward, bashing his way through the kennel door. He smiled and shook the dust from his pelt, slowly walking down the long hallway. Creatures of all kinds squeaked and roared, several of them calling out for help. Alastor ignored them and started in a dash, bolting down the hallway. /is it just me, or is this hallway getting smaller and smaller?/ he shivered and kept running. A light started to come closer. Quickly. Blinking repeatedly. "I need to get out! Must make it! I have to get out!"

His eyes bursted open. He awoke in a slender alleyway, the noises of night calling him. "All a dream... Just a d-d-dream..." He shuttered, "But it all was so real..." Alastor shivered at the thought and pulled himself up, walking down the alleyway to reach the street. "Its so empty, why is it so empty? I know it is nighttime, but c'mon?" he shrugged and walked into the middle of the street, a sharp object stabbing his paw. "Argh!" he lifted his paw and looked at it, a glass shard. He moaned and grasped t with his teeth, pulling it out. He twisted down the street as the sound of a car came closer. The bright light of the headlights revealed themselves, a screeching honk echoed through the streets. And before he knew it, SMASH. He was hit.

Awaking onto a metal counter, humans in white coats surrounding him. "The dream! No! You cant take me there!" He jumped up and onto one of the humans, they tumbled over and he pounced out of the window. Landing onto the street perfectly fine. Alastor bolted down an alleyway, and that brings him here. Right now, that is his life.

5: Has been adopted by
Number: 5
Name: Scratch (but you can call him Scrap if you want)
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Personality: He likes to dig out things and explore, he is a more of a nice guy for a dare devil like him. He always has his plans of doing daring things. He is very clever, and has a great imagination. But when he feels scared, he hides. He loves to climb on trees and swimming is another one of his favorite things to do. He doesn't like it when people feel sad. He always tries to stick up and make people feel happy. He likes to be funny, and playful too. He likes people, with a great smart, and kind personality. He can have his sad times too. But he doesn't let come into depression in his way. He fights it out with happiness, and feels happy for all the good things that has happen to him. He always gives back good things to the people who do good things for him. He sometimes feels like he needs to protect the good things from the bad things.

Likes:
digging
doing daring things
being nice
swimming
trees
hanging out with his friends

Dislikes:
Sad things
being bored (which barely even happens, only happens on rare occasions)
scary things
mean people

He also has a little friend:

Name: Lukey
Nick Name: Loki
Age: 6
Gender: Male
Personality: Likes to play fetch. He is a shy little buddy, but has no problem making friends like Scratch. He seems always in his happy little mood. Doesn't really know how to swim, but Scratch has no problem with that. He always helps him with anything.

Likes:
He loves everyone and everything but the things he dislikes.

Dislikes:
sad things
scary things
everything that annoys him
mean people

6: Has been adopted by
Number: 6
Name: Lirarum, nicknamed Liro
Age: 126895 years old (around 16 in human age)
Gender: male
Personality: he's a creature with both water and dark powers, so he's able to breath both in water and land. He usually lives in lakes and rivers, but he loves to run around the streets at night and give a good scare to the people he encounters. These lil pranks he makes made him some sort of mythical creature in the villages he visits, and old people often tell legends about him to the children. He's fun loving, brave and always curious to explore new places. Even though he likes to scare humans, he actually respects them and helps them when they are in danger. He especially likes children, and while he never lets adults to have a contact with him (after scaring them he always runs away), he lets children to talk to him, so they know he is real, but he makes them keep the secret for his own good. His favourite part of the year is obviously Halloween, because he loves to see people scaring each other like he often does. And pumpkins are his favourite food xD
Fun Fact: he may look harmless and innocent, but when he gets angry he becomes pretty violent and merciless... consequence of being a dark master, I guess xD this aspect of him makes him very dangerous in fights.

7: Has been adopted by
Number: 7
Name: Not sure yet.
Age: Unknown.
Gender: Female
Personality: This creature is usually calm and just simply enjoying life. She loves to roll around in grassy fields and visit lakes. She is very social and loves to meet others of her own kind and many more. When angered, the feathers on her back will stand up as a warning, but she will try not to attack at all costs and would rather run away.
Her main diet is a variety of fruit.

8: Has been adopted by
Number: 8
Name: Phantom. CC. Blackwood
Age: Unknown
Relationship status: Single
SO: Straight
Gender: Male
Personality: Phantom is nice, but a little pushy. He talks in a German/Dutch accent. He never takes off his mask, since it was given to him by his dead brother. He's a hunter and lives on his own with his pet spider.

Likes: Halloween, candy, scary stuff, horror movies, people, candy corn is his favourite food, music, skulls, being helpful and friendly.
Dislikes: His evil/dead form, veggies, almost anything that's not Halloween related XD, neon colors, being angry, death
Fears: Murder/knives
Living: in a pumpkin shaped house

Bio: Phantom was born and raised in a family of hard-core Halloween lovers <3 he loved to help his mama decorate, he was very close with his big brother and him and his dad where not very close. One Halloween, Phantom's brother brought him home a hand-crafted mask made by him for he was a craftsmen as his job. Phantom loved it, and swore never to take it off, and he never. Phantom was born with a ghost form, but he was able to control it and he found it rather fun. He could go invisible, and scare his mama and brother for a good laugh! But his papa didn't like his sense of humour, infact, his papa didn't like Phantom hardly at all and always called him an 'accident' from one drunk night. On enight, Phantom, his brother, and his mother were all asleep, his father drunk as ever. He killed mama in her sleep with a huge knife, and went after Phantom and his brother. They made it a mile up the road, but Phantoms brother fell behind and tripped, left for death. Phantom never went back. he found a small pumpkin shaped abandoned house just outside a small town. He grew up there. He treasured the mask his brother made for him. Phantom met lots of friends in the small town. He heard one day his father died, and ever since that night, on the night of the full moon, Phantom has developed another side/form. A dead/skull-y form he believes to be the evil spirit of his dad. While in this form only one word goes through his mind.
Murder

Abilities: Phantom can fly even with no wings. He can turn invisible in his ghost form. He can talk to spiders, bats and cats and he can jump very far.

On another note: Phantom takes his friends little brothers and sisters trick-or-treating every year. he still loves Halloween and goes all-out with it ^^ He only eats candy. He works at a Halloween store and his house is decorated for Halloween 24/7. He doesn't care!! His pet spider, Webster, also only eats candy, but since he's a spider, he can only eat soft candy like marshmallows, cotton candy, ect. he's a very friendly black widow spider and wont hurt a fly (Unless it tries to take his candy away!)

9: Has been adopted by
Number: 9
Name: Skree
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Personality: She's really enthusiastic girl ! She enjoys a good joke and also plans some really cool scare pranks . She has a serious side and it shows when it is time . She is a little on the clumsy side and it often amuses people . She is also a smart creature.

Pet/ Companion : Her companion is a skeleton of an unknown creature . She is really close to it . She calls it Hye (Hie) . Hye has no gender at all so people calls it "it" or by it's name . Hye only appears at midnight and disappears at sunrise . Skree is nocturnal so she won't have any problems with that . Hye eats candies and sometimes lizards . Hye is a good listener and adviser . Skree always consults it when she has a problem . Hye has an impatient side and is sarcastic . It also has an affectionate side and shows it to people who are dear to her .

Fears : Skree's only fear is water . She has nearly drowned before and has developed a phobia of it . If it wasn't for Hye , she would have died of drowning .
Abilities : Skree has the ability to glide . Hye also can do the same and they often go out for a midnight flight . Hye also has an ability where it give you a stare and can find out your biggest fears . If you really tick it off , it will do it and cast an illusion on you which makes you experience the fears . It will only last for a minute but sometimes , it can prolong it up to an hour . That is if you really really past it's line .

History : Skree has no memory of her past at all . When she woke up in a street at night , all she remembered was her name . She had met Hye when she was exploring the woods . She had heard some clattering and found Hye chasing a lizard . After that , they decided to be friends .
Flaws : Skree is somewhat easily distracted . One minute she might be reading , and the next she would be playing with Hye . Hye is impatient and sometimes aggressive . When it gets aggressive , there is no stopping it unless Skree demands her to stop .

10: Has been adopted by
Number:10
Name: Kowai
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Personality: She loves scaring and pulling pranks on others. Personal friends with my main OC. She can disappear and go through walls at will and can easily possess enemies into doing anything. She personally loves the night and that's when she really becomes devious. Halloween is her most favourite of holidays. She was brutally murdered on a Halloween night and her soul still walks the earth. My main OC met her and became very close friends. She wears her own skull as a reminder that she is no longer living.

11: Has been adopted by
Number: 11
Name: Hunter
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: He's very brave, but also somewhat naive which can make him a liability in certain situations. He usually tries to make friends rather than attack others, and hardly ever holds a grudge. However, sometimes he doesn't know his own strength and accidentally hurts people, which makes him sad. Overall, Hunter is a gentle giant.

12: Has been adopted by
Number: 12
Name: Treat
Age: Teenager (Human-16, birthday: 31st October)
Gender: Female
Personality: Treat is a bubbly creature that loves messing around and being silly with her friends! Every year on her birthday, and her favourite holiday, she sets out, wandering through towns. Collecting candy and sweets and scaring the children. Using her wings, she flies up on top of trees and jumps out at the passing children, and when they drop some sweets she gratefully collects them. Once, she even pretended to be a decoration in someone's from yard!

History:
Treat's brother, Trick and her live together in an alternate universe. It may sound weird to us now, but wait, it gets worse! Trick and Treat belong to 'The Mistress', who looks after them well. The two were born through science and Halloween magic, you see, The Mistress is Lord Death's wife, Lord Death is an old soul who lived in thr victorian era, but he learnt of the dark powers vampires and werewolves, ghosts and ghouls held. He used their power and became Lord Death himself! Banishing him, to his own, empty universe.
But it's lonely being the only powerful Shinigami, let alone being, in the universe. So on a particular day a year, when the gap between our universe and theirs reopens Lord Death travels back to our realm and wreaks havoc, bringing the ghosts and ghouls out again! The children in the streets dressed as these ghouls and warded them back off. One particular woman thanked Lord Death for bringing 'Halloween' as she called it. She gratefully offered him sweets and chocolate. (Wait, this is a story about Treat and Trick, right? Yes, I'm getting to that.)
Lord Death gave the woman his love and she returned it, using his powers he gave her an eternal soul like his own, and her beauty would be forever preserved. This is the Mistress. Only a year later and the mistress longed for her pets. When she had been human, she had two lovely dogs, one a Border Collie and another, she was a German Shepard. This year, on Halloween The Mistress returned to her house, and she used all the power in her to change her dogs, to throw them into immortality. However, this changed how they looked completely. Infact, you couldn't really class them as dogs anymore. She renamed them, Trick and Treat. Lord Death, The Mistress and Trick and Treat, still return every year. Why else would we still dress up on the 31st of October?

Drawing:

13:Has been adopted by
number: 13
name: Luella
age: 1 year 6 mns 27 days
gender: female
Personality: Defensive of her friends and always forgiving of mistakes, she takes on a motherly role in her orphaned sisters life.

Use: A character in my webie comic (coming soon)

14: Has been adopted by
Number: 14
Name: Wisteria
Age: older child- around the maturity of a 14 year old human
Gender: Female

Personality: Wisteria is very outgoing and friendly to all of the creatures she encounters during her travels. Though she would attempt to help out anyone and considers herself a 'jack of all trades', she is generally quite clumsy and sometimes manages to make the situation worse. Her tail, which literally has a mind of its own, is of a nearly opposite nature. Named Wriley, or Ri for short, her tail tends to take on more masculine features and has a sly, calculating nature that always gets her into more trouble. Ri is a kind of reverse conscience, tending to get Wisteria into more trouble than her pleasant disposition would normally allow and generally only talks to Wisteria.

Biography: (This is long, yipes!)
Created in a labratory, Wisteria was a failed experiment of the Arachnines. Arachnines are canines with spider-like appendages that serve as arms allowing them to perform detailed work and contruction, leading to their rise as an intelligent society(A picture of the species can be found here: [link] The dark gray spot shows a comparison of an adult Arachnine and a young Wisteria). The Arachnine civilization that Wisteria was born into was very scientific and, sadly, often experimented on its young, intentionally causing mutations for the advancement of the species. Many of their attempts turned out well, resulting in faster and stronger members, but they were greedy and desired something more, a divine form of genius that would make them superior to all other life. They began experimenting on the mind, a disasterous procedure that left many creatures permanently disabled. The majority of the sufferers did not live long, either from complications with their condition or lack of social interaction, the arachnine species being very social but also too perfectionistic for the lowly victims of failed testing. The scientists persisted in their work, though hazardous to all of the species, causing vainity amongst their peers that demanded only the best.
One day, an intern operator attempted to clean up a trial while the others were at lunch. The trial included the undertaking of growing a creature from a single living brain by submerging it in a radioactive nutrient solution while running electrical currents through it.(Note: The Arachnines were not so cruel as to kill one of their own children simply to obtain a brain. The child had died of an outbreak of fever that ran through the population a few weeks before and the scientists managed to retrieve the brain and revive some of the brain cells. It was truly tragic that the species had devoted all of its efforts to the improvement of future evolution and not to medical research that might have saved many lives.) The intern, though having good intentions, accidentally bumped into the containment unit, causing the glass to smash and spill its contents on the floor. Realizing that he would certainly be kicked out of the research facility for such a careless mistake, he struggled to repair his wrongdoing. Sweeping away the evidence of the disaster, the intern searched through the cabinets and found another receptacle in which to place the brain and what remained of the solution. Noticing a terrible smell coming from the spill that had already partially seeped into the floor, the exasperated assistant poured a flowery air freshener into the mixture for good measure(He was certain that this would not interfere with the experiment that was likely destined to fail anyway.) and didn't realize when a drop of his blood from a cut, inflicted by the broken glass, also slid into the mix. Another thing he failed to notice was that the fall had also ruptured a portion of the brain, causing a fraction of it to split off in the coming weeks of the trial.
Over the course of several months, fewer and fewer researchers came to observe the containment unit that had long since fogged up and developed an opaque coating on the inside of the glass. They did not realize that something living was, in fact, growing within their facility! Ironically, the same intern that had first ruined the experiment returned to the room the next year to initiate the shut down of the apparent failure and collect his superior's notes, carelessly left strewn about on the power system's control pad. Once the intern had shut down the exterior power, he was astonished to behold the class of the container shaking violently. He ran to the exit in fear as the glass shattered, the shadowy cocoon releasing its creation. The intern, calling out for help, hurried up to the small creature that laid unconscious on the ground in front of him. "Could it be that this 'thing' was actually produced in a lab? Was it his mistake that caused such a fortunate outcome?" he thought to himself, gazing at the magnificent creature in front of him. Its thick coat was of a brilliant smoky blue coloration adorned with a splashing pattern that repeated along a stripe running the length of its body. It was remarkable, but wait-no, it couldn't be...the spidery arms that gave the Arachnines their skilful abilities were not correctly formed on this beast. Instead of eight flexible appendages, the animal had only three rigid spears protruding from the back of its neck. Other scientists began to arrive by this time, taking in the scope of their creation but remarking regretfully on its "lack of intelligence" merely because it would never amount to any productivity in their society, being unable to hold and manipulate objects on its own. As they attempted to remove it to another room for testing, one scientist shouted out in agony, jerking his paws away from the still silent figure on the floor. Following the path of the creature's long tail with their eyes, the scientists beheld a very different pair of eyes gazing back at them, with an attached mouth that had apparently taken out a clump of the aforementioned scientist's fur. Amazingly, the tail flopped back and forth, seemingly taking note of the surroundings. The rest of the body finally moved, giving a violent quiver and gasp before falling back into unconsciousness, the tail thumping dully back onto the floor.
The small beast was then transported to another location, an underground hospital created specifically for treating the victims of experimentation. It was many months before the creature's 'true' head became conscious. Until then, the tail remained in a half-awake state, warily watching the nurses that came and went each day but never giving any positive responses. The full creature had, in this period of time, been nicknamed Wisteria, being as it always smelled suspiciously of said blossoms...and responded positively to this title when awakened. Due to all of the bizarre experiments they had seen in the past, the nurses were not often surprised, but found themselves at a loss for words when the creature suddenly began to speak. Listening to the nurses talk, its tail had related all of the knowledge it gained through the spinal cord to the central brain. Though the creature's startling ability to interpret intelligence gained indirectly could have been incredibly useful to the civilization, the scientists that returned to examine it did not understand how its creation was even possible. Wisteria was subjected to many scans but none proved conclusive, causing the scientists to allow her to depart from the hospital. One of the nurses partnered with the intern-who had eventually admitted to mistake to gain prestige but was still dismissed for destruction of property and deception-to take care of her.
For many years, Wisteria lived under the watchful eye of nurse Lyra and Liam(the former intern eventually found a job repairing clocks, something that he fortunately excelled in). Though often annoyed with one another, the two fell in love and eventually agreed to become 'married', known in their society as the "Bond of Synthium," or 'becoming one.' Anyway, Wisteria received much attention from her parents-that formally adopted her once coupled. Regretfully, they were forced to keep her cut off from the rest of their race, for she was not accepted in the circle of popularity. All of the other Arachnines regarded her as a freak, a lab rat, a monster, causing her constant seclusion. When she had reached a certain maturity, her parents allowed her to roam from the home, provided that she was careful and respectful, even to those that treated her badly. "Do not fall to their level of hatred. You can be-nay-you ARE better than them. Never allow them the pleasure of proving you are a bad creature. Continue to be yourself, your kind, loving self, so that all may know you are the true salvation of our race." Lyra used to tell her this often, to reassure her that she was loved. Wisteria always held her head high, even when her heart was broken by the cruelty of her peers. She eventually convinced her parents that she could take care of herself and wandered into the forest beyond the great city of the Arachnines.
Throughout her travels, she meets many curious critters that are neither critisizing nor fearful of her odd features, causing her to make many friends. Her good nature always wins out and helps strangers in need of assistance. To her astonishment, she finds many like her out in the woods, not of the same species, but still, outcast creatures that she has never heard of before. After she has done what she can for her newly found friends, Wisteria still leaves the places of her acceptance, to search out new lands and see the world from her own eyes, not just those of painters that left their memories of the past in the books that she enjoyed exploring when she was younger.
Pictures:

15: Has been adopted by
Number: 15
Name: Topsy Turvy; T.T (Close friends), Turvy
Age: Around 1,000 years old
Gender: Genderless, but others classify him as male
Personality: Very outgoing, some may say he's insane. He's very mysterious, using his mind control spells on anyone who manages to get him angry (which is very difficult). He adores Halloween, as he hands out treats, but he mostly pulls tricks and pranks on anyone who happens to pass by. His mood changes constantly, leading to the fact that he might be bipolar. He's twisted, but in a charming sort of way.

16: Has been adopted by
Number: 16
Name: Meztli
Age: 6 in human years
Gender: female
Personality: Meztli is of the adventurous type. But, due to her past, she has scars all over her body. So, she keeps a sheet on herself. She can be shy at times, and always wants to have somebody around her. But, due to her sheet, she's usually lonely. But, to the friend she's made, she is as loyal as can be. Her favorite part of the day is dawn and dusk; she likes the endless possibilities of day, and the epic adventures of the night.

17: Has been adopted by
Number: 17
Name: Oma
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: She is very protecting, for her friends. She is always the loyal one who does all the work and takes her time doing it. She is always a kind and joyful. Her Creativity always comes in hand when she is sketching out what she is thinking. She likes to use her imagination and skills too. Always is a great thing to use. She has a smart/perfect personality. She likes eat fruit especially oranges. Her favourite plant to grow is the pumpkin, and her favourite season is Halloween. She always goes trick or treating at the night in her little cute costume. She loves the life she is surrounded by, trees, animals, plants, mushroom, water in lakes, oceans, rivers, even ponds. She likes birds too. For some reason, when she was a month old she would climb on trees. She likes to study fish in the ocean, likes sharks, turtles, starfish, and clown fish.

SPECIES: Olkamia (water creature)

ABOUT THEM: Olkamia are water and land creatures that are very social towards other animals and people (just like Oma). They come to help when someone needs it. They like to be "Loyal". Basically, more helping and kind. The travel under water for 3 hours, and when they need air, they come out of the water and take a break. They are not carnivores (meat eater), they are actually herbivores (plant and fruit eater). They can go up to 70 miles per hour in water (because of their fin, which is fur, and their tail with their "feet"), and 55 miles per hour on land. They can live for a very long time [up to 250 year-1000 years]. They live for a long time because they can survive and adapt to the environment they live in. They live in holes, or caves. They collect shells and use them to decorate themselves, or their homes. They can even color them by using any plant by squishing it and making it in to paint to color the shells, their bodies, homes, or other animals that have no color and look depressing, and they want color on them. The Olkamia body is made up of many parts (which I won't be able to list... sorry about that) that protect them, and keep them alive. Their bodies have many beautiful designs on them because they shouldn't look boring and stupid. They evolved to look like they are strong, healthy, and alive. Colors are matching to the environment they live in. Oma, has blue on her, so she most likely lives close to the ocean. Olkamia eat seaweed, fruit, under water plants, and can sometimes eat poisonous things, by getting out the poison.

Oma's story:
It was the most sunniest day ever. Happy and cheerful, for the new little bornling to come alive. A new era, day was coming. Oma had just opened her eyes to the world. "It has awakened." Her father said. "She will bring love and peace to this world someday hopefully." Her mother said. "Yes, yes it will." Oma's sister said in a funny way....
Wait a minute, hold on... pause...
THAT NEVER REALLY EVEN HAPPENED. Let's try that again.

Ok, here's what really happened....
"HEY WHAT THE HECK?!" some random person said. (Leeka ["Female"])

"This isn't supposed to happen... How did this happen?" Oma said looking up.

"Well it looks like were gonna die..." another one said. (Mona ["Male"])

"SHUT UP! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THAT STUPID." Leeka said.

"Hey, I'm not the stupid one here, you are." Mona said angry.

Oma looked up at the clouds. "I wished everyone could get a long, but nobody can." Oma thought sadly. She fell asleep on the bed she was sleeping in, which was made out of seaweed and other plants. She dream that she can change everything that was bad, and make it appear good and healthy. She made happy come in people's faces, and not sad cheesy smiles. She made everything that was depressing into colorful goods.

The next morning she woke up and started to change in to a happy energetic one. Everyone was surprised. Nobody had seen such happiness in a little ones eyes. She did good things and good things happened to her, and everything changed.

Everything was happy. Colorful and exciting.
(sorry I didn't get to finish this )

Likes:
Her Friends
Fruit
Trees
Water
Birds
animals
Pumpkins
Plants
Mushrooms
Halloween

Dislikes:
She doesn't seem to dislike anything. Always helping and nice to people.

Plushies:

A: Has been adopted by ~sparrowcrazy
B : Has been adopted by ~Ask-NekoAlabama
C : Has been adopted by ~OreoKlondike2
D : Has been adopted by ~littlestpetshop3
E : Has been adopted by ~RealityZ
F : Has been adopted by ~tjmoonstudios-BEnB
G : Has been adopted by ~Zoala
H : Has been adopted by ~smithieaan
I : Has been adopted by ~Echofreeze
J : Has been adopted by ~Miyukiko-Sama
K : Has been adopted by *CocoaAkeelahKitten
L : Has been adopted by ~sibunasarinha07
M : Has been adopted by ~arthursgirl
N : Has been adopted by ~sparrowcrazy
O : Has been adopted by ~Echofreeze
P : Has been adopted by ~Shades-Of-Smoke
Q : Has been adopted by *Hoffnungsstern
R : Has been adopted by ~OreoKlondike2
S : Has been adopted by ~littlestpetshop3
T : Has been adopted by ~tjmoonstudios-BEnB
U : Has been adopted by ~sweet-cynder
V : Has been adopted by ~Shades-Of-Smoke
W : Has been adopted by ~WQFHWCS
X : Has been adopted by ~Zoala
Y : Has been adopted by ~LozIsNoo
Z : Has been adopted by ~duskwolf14

And a very special thank you to everyone who drew them

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and please don't get upset if you don't get the one that you want this time, there will always be plenty more sheets to come ^^

Tinkerbell trapped

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 19:38:45 PDT

Aaaaaand finally!! A new post! This week was terrible, computer crashed, didn´t save the day after that, they cut the electricity, didn´t save. Lost my progress twice. The mantra for this week is save often!!!!
I´m on a fairy row!!
A very possible scenario.
There are lots of spider peril pics out there. This idea has been circling my thoughts for a long time. I wanted to portray the sense of terror and helplessness that must be crossing tinkerbell´s mind while being captured by a monstrous garden spider.
I searched the web for inspiration trying to find the perfect perspective and depth to communicate the use Mr. Smith voice- inevitability of tink´s fate.
The inspiration came from the pic arachnophobia by gamera 1985. Go check it.
Imagine the precise moment she crashes into the web, an instant of WTF, followed by a gasp, shortness of breath upon realizing where she is, oh no , oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, no please no, she thinks-, heart racing at 200 per minute, she looks at the web strings, so thin and silky, so sticky, yet so resistant. She tries to break free. With each movement she gets ensnared more and more in the sticky threads . Each struggle signaling through vibrations that dinner is ready.
The spider is the perfect bondage predator created by nature, cold and inexpressive, in a split second it falls over its prey, surrounding her, no escape, no use for screaming. First disabling the means of escape to secure the catch, some web strings around the wings, arms and legs, fighting becomes a very futile struggle with each web spun around her. Wings stop fluttering, Her movement reduced to a grub-like motion. The final struggles will be dealed with in no time, a small bite, some neurotoxin waiting until it kicks in, watching how her strength abandons her, how she loses control of her body, how her muscles gradually cease responding,
The wonderful thing about web is its design by nature: thin but very resistant. I took research seriously and read some articles about spiderweb. I tried to portray web strings as a silky-thin-traslucid thread, not as a gooey thick blob that is usually drawn like. It also took some research time with layers and filters to get that effect. Hope it was worth it.
I hope the spider is scary enough. Very satisfied with the background, wanted to transmit the sensation that the forest was helping the spider to catch tinkerbell, and if the spider failed, the forest would finish the job. ...Next time I´ll use bigger leaves to show accurate scale. Used some tree and leaves brushes that I found on DA.Credit to

The original title was "Fairies can´t scream" since in the original movie, tinkerbell was mute. Then I remembered about the new tinkerbell series where she talks, so goodbye title. Couldnt think of a better one. Any suggestions?
Does anyone reads this?

Magic Mishap, Part 2

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 10:14:42 PDT

The second part of the collaboration between me and . Probably the craziest TF I've ever written, but that's Zdemian for you.

Part One: [link]
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"Doskia Grue Lonbardi."
"Doskia Grue LonBARdi."
"Doskia Grue LonbarDI..."

After a few minutes of failed attempts at dispelling her transmogrification, Rory sighed, conceding defeat. She purged her wand and looked balefully at the mirrors that trapped her in her study. There was no way she could heft her enormous bulk around in a way that wouldn't knock over the mirrors- she could barely reach past her huge, pillowy bosoms, let alone hold anything. And even her proficiency with levitation wasn't sufficient to maneuver the old mirrors around the tiny room without tipping or breaking one. If only she could get past them without having to actually move...

Rory smote her forehead with her left palm, the action causing her breasts to jiggle from the impact. Of course! Teleportation! Rory growled and rolled her eyes at how dumb she was for not thinking of it sooner. She pulled her wand up, preparing the spell in her head. In fact, Rory thought, if she was going to expend the energy to cast a teleportation spell, why do it just across the room? It was time to swallow her pride and get some help from someone well-versed in dispelling transmutations.

* * *

Rory appeared a few feet above the ground in the nurse's office, in point of fact the same stall where she'd been after she'd twisted her ankle taking a bad step down the stairs to the athletic field. Her newly-expanded bulk threw her balance off as she landed, Rory knocking over a tray as she windmilled her arms before falling backwards, landing on her udder like a beanbag chair and sitting back roughly against the wall, causing her to flinch as she pinched her squirrel tail uncomfortably.
"What's going on in there?!" Rory heard the nurse say as she struggled to get back to her feet, a difficult feat given the wall of breastflesh attached to her front.
"Don't come- hrrph- in, please!" Rory said as she tried to struggle to her feet. If she had to look ridiculous, she at least didn't want to look ridiculous and nude. At least give me time enough to get a gown on, she thought as she pushed her arms against the wall and tried to get her feet under herself. Unfortunately, she was too slow, and the nurse pulled the curtain aside before she'd even made it to her feet, let alone dressed.
"What's- oh, goodness!" The nurse gasped, eyes going wide as she jumped back from the globe of pink and white flesh hunched against the wall. "Who- what happened here?"
"Just a little transmutation practice gone awry..." Rory said, her whiskers twitching nervously as she tried in vain to cover herself.
"More than a little..." the nurse said as she approached Rory. "Goodness, the size! You can hardly move, can you?" She asked.
"Uhm, no, not really," Rory said, cheeks flushing.
"Well, here," The nurse said, reaching down and taking Rory's hands in hers. "Ready?" Rory nodded, and she pushed up as best she could as the nurse pulled her up and forward. Rory finally got her legs underneath her, but with her udder between her legs like it was she wound up stumbling forward, pressing all six breasts into the nurse before she managed to finally reach equillibrium.
"S-sorry," Rory stammered, blazing with embarrassed flush by this point.

"Okay, so, who are you under all that?" The nurse asked as she bent over and picked up the contents of the spilled tray.
"Rory," She replied, "Rory Jones."
"Well miss jones, I have to say I've seen more than a couple transmogrify accidents come through here, and you're the first one I've seen so... severe," the nurse said, tilting her head as her gaze lingered a bit too long on her six enormous breasts.
"Well, I, uh, fogot to purge my wand..." Rory said, grabbing her big poofy squirrel's tail and pulling it in front of her as best she could, trying to cover up at least some of her nipples.
"Ah, so that explains the little menagerie you've got going on there..." the nurse said as she opened a notbook and began writing in it. "Now, I'm sure you're aware students aren't allowed to teleport on school grounds outside of class, but I can understand your unwillingness to march through the halls like that..."
Rory only nodded as she hugged her tail closely to herself, her bosom squshing in and pressing up under her chin.
"Okay," the nurse said, closing the notebook and drawing her own wand as she stood. "This shouldn't be too hard- a decent-strength dispel should do the trick. It was just a standard transmogrify, right? 'Savo mas fahn' and all that?"
Rory nodded again.
"Okay. Normally I'd have you lie down, but with that tail of yours I guess standing would be more comfortable..." The nurse looked at Rory for a little bit longer, then nodded. "Okay, here goes! Divinium Maedilo Quoros noon!" She said as she copied some sort of arcane gesture with her wand, tapping the end of it on Rory's head as she finished the incantation.

Rory felt a calmness suffusing through her, like all the biological chaos in her body was being set back in order again. She felt a knot in her stomach seem to loosen, before cinching tight again, ten times worse than the initial feeling. A tingle tickled her scalp where the nurse had tapped her, spreading to her ears. Instead of shrinking down to their normal size like she was hoping, they began to grow even longer, the silky-smooth white-furred skin pooling on her breasts like a noodle coming out of a pasta machine.
"Rory..." The nurse said dangerously, looking askew at her ears, "I thought you said you just got hit with a transmogrify spell..."
"It, uh, may have bounced off a mirror," Rory said, holding her ears in her hands.
"A mirror." The nurse repeated, incredulous.
"...Well, maybe four of them," Rory continued, feeling a new tingle as a pair of spikes began poking out of the top of her scalp.
"*Four*?!" The nurse gasped as the spikes grew and branched, becoming a pair of antlers.

"I, uh, I need to go look something up," The nurse said, backing out of the little room before turning towards her office and walking away briskly.
Rory picked up her ears and pulled them away from her chest, letting them drape down the sides of her stacked bosoms. She idly noted that they resembeld the sash to her bathrobe, if wider and more silky than the long terrycloth belt her bathrobe had. She was beyond panicing at this point, not after what she'd just gone through minutes earlier. If anything, all Rory felt was a resigned dread that her body was going to be malformed further.

It didn't take long for the tingle to fall below her scalp, travelling down her neck and to her shoulders, swhere it settled on her shoulderblades before a disquieting stretching sensation began. While not painful, it was very strange, and she could feel her flesh and bones rearranging themselves into some new and alien configuration. Rory closed her eyes and went to wrap her arms around herself and found her breasts in the way. Not the top set, as she had expected, but the middle set, a few feet below her top ones. Rory opened her eyes and saw that her arms had seemingly fallen down the sides of her trunk, a second set of shoulders pushing their way out of the column of her torso. Her shoulderblades twisted sideways and felt as though they were trying to escape out her back, until they quite literally did as a small pair of wings unfolded from her back. Her skin began to turn black as short down-like feathers bristled over her uppermost pair of breasts, and Rory bit her lip as the sensations of creation made her skin crawl. Finally, another growth extruded out of her new shoulders, and Rory clamped her eyes shut until the roiling sensation in her back adjusted and she could feel her new hands and arms. She opened one eye, uneasily confirming with her sight what she could already feel on her body. The arms were covered in black feathers, until at about elbow-length they suddenly hardened into a simalcrum of a crow's talons, her fingers thick and clawed. The four-fingered hand rolled its digits, the claws on her three fingers clacking against the opposite-facing thumb.

The stretching sensation returned in force, and Rory's eyes bugged as her perception of eye-level slowly began rising towards the ceiling. Rory looked down, realizing as she did it that it was a futile gesture with her six enormous breasts in the way. Scowling, Rory felt her stomach with her hands- or at least her lower ones, as her new hands couldn't reach and she didn't want those talons anywhere near her breasts anyways- and felt the growing expanse of skin between her waist and her bosom.

Rory felt an electric shiver run up her back as one of her exploring hands ran over a nipple- a new one, constituting half of a fourth pair of breasts on her body, emerging between the black feathered top pair and the two lower tiger-stribed ones.
"Oh, come *on*," Rory complained, feeling the new breasts swell until they overflowed her cupped hands, continuing their growth to meet the size of the first three pairs. But as they neared the size of her current bosom, the tingle suddeny and briefly diffused over her entire front, as though she'd just had a bucket of warm water tossed on her.
"You've *got* to be *kidding* me!" Rory exclaimed as she watched her uppermost bosom begin to swell even further out, even as a fifth pair began to grow beneath the fourth as space became available on her torso, her upper body seeming to flee her lower half. Further thoughts of complaint were silenced as Rory's antlers bumped against the ceiling, causing her to duck down and cover her head with her hands. Unfortunately, with her new height and added breast weight, pitching forward so quickly caused Rory to stumble forward a few steps before falling out into the hallway, like a large flesh-colored tree being felled. She bounced against the floor, all ten breasts sending a jolt of tickly pleasure into her head as they were compressed against the cold tiled floor. She put her hands down and found that she couldn't completely lift her breasts from the floor, so large had they become. Rory managed to get her feet underneath her, but was unable to get the leverage to heft her huge-bosomed frame upright again. She was able only to arch her back, lifting her lowest four breasts from the ground, but to lift off the rest of her was impossible. Looking across the hallway to the opposite room, Rory began dog-walking towards it, her ears dragging beneath her and tickling her nipples as they slid underneath her breasts. Even as she made her way across the floor, stifling giggles by biting her lip, Rory felt the tingles slide down to her ribs, the same odd stretching and buldging feeling as she'd had on her shoulders centering on her huge rabbit-like hips. She knew almost what to expect this time, but the sensation of two entire new limbs growing from the middle of her body was obscenely disturbing, even more so given the *sixth* pair of breasts that were forming between them. The new limbs flailed in the air until they were long enough to reach the ground, and Rory was able to feel what they were. Dainty hooves, like those of an elk or a deer, though she supposed after the antlers it shouldn't have surprised her.

Finally crawling underneath the curtain into the next room, Rory reached up and grabbed the bed, lurching up onto it and trying again to stand. Though the second pair of legs provided her with much-needed stability while crawling, Rory wasn't able to stand fully straight. About the best she could do was lean way back, looking like some kind of odd, busty centaur, though the position was precarious and she couldn't hold it for long before she had to lay forward again. She crawled up on the bed, the soft sheets better if only just against her nipples than the hard, cold tiles. She turned sideways on the bed as the tingle seemed to finally melt away from her chest, hopefully heralding the end of the new breasts which cpmpletely envelloped her front, spilling over the sides of her body and acting as pillows for her arms and legs. The tingle continued to fall down her front, and Rory hoped it would fall right off her feet, but to her dismay it seemed to settle in her enormous udder, burning intensely before finally, mercifully vanishing.

Rory let out a breath, glad the ordeal was finally over. Well, not over, she thought as she took stock of herself, the eight limbs, twelve breasts, and who knew what else making her body an absurd parody of human proportions. She leaned her head off the side of the bed, turning her head on her enlongated neck to look back out of the room. Rory felt her ears slide down off the bed, the broad silky banners slapping lightly against the floor as inch after inch slid off the bed and onto the floor. Rory's eyes fluttered, exhausted from the severetiy of the emotional and physical rollercoaster she'd been on that day, feeling the touch of sleep pulling at her eyelids until an altogether different kind of touch made her eyes pop open. She turned her head towards her udder, which was slowly being overcome with a warm fullness, like after eating a warm meal on a cold night. The sensation seemed to fill her entire udder, then overfilled it, as the large fleshy sack began to inflate, the slow gentle curves ecoming taut. The sensation began travelling up her breasts, and Rory figured from the prominent stiffness of the nipples that she was filling up with milk, her mammaries both bovine and human becoming expansively engorged with the stuff. She watched as her udder became larger and targer, filling to nearly twice its already-impressive girth, the turgid nipples resting on the floor as the enormous sack surged forward inch by milk-filled inch. Her human breasts fared no better, going from merely huge to torso-obliterating beachballs, her various arms and legs barely managing to find space between each set's cleavage to rest and the uppermost pair brushing her chin with their girth.

It was in this state that the nurse finally foud Rory, passed out and dribbling milk from all sixteen teats. The nurse didn't have the heart to wake the poor girl, though she'd find out soon enough, that the reagents she needed to undo such a complex transmogrification as an un-purged, quad-reflected misfire wouldn't arrive at the school for a week.

A matter of taste

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 13:11:15 PDT

... unless of course you're from somewhere that eats cats, then I guess it's just the baby eating thing people might have issues with.
And if you're from somewhere that eats babies, that's wrong. You should stop that.

(Also - I know not every woman goes crazy for babies or kittens. I do though .... )

A silly thing I made today.
Don't judge me, I'm ill.

Also, here is a story about when I was a baby ~~that no one cares about reading but I write it anyway~~:
I got some kind of weird skin condition when I was a baby, the doctors thought I was allergic to milk so I had to drink soya milk. It made me really, really fat. Also I'm not sure it really worked since, as my mother lovingly describes it, I turned into some kind of a giant scab.
And then my mum was brushing my lovely curly jet black hair and it started falling out (it later grew back a rubbish brown colour and bushy/wavy).
People almost always laugh when I tell them the hair falling out story. I don't know why. It's a good thing I'm not easily offended. _{_{you heartless bastards}}

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Chocolate with Pepper - Manga cover

Thu, 31 Jan 2013 13:13:01 PST

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Hello everyone!!
I’m the artist of this comic, and you can call me Chikitta.
I’m not a professional artist, nor have I studied art, but I have always loved to draw.
I’ve always wanted to create a comic/manga, but I never had good ideas for it. So I used the story of a soap opera that I like watching and decided to turn it into a comic in my drawing style.
Drawings things I’ve never drawn before (backgrounds, houses, expressions and poses, etc) is a challenge for me, but I’ve learned more skills with different drawing programs; in short, even though this is a challenge, it’s a new experience and it has been quite fun so far.
I hope to continue improving my techniques and styles as I create more pages.
I hope you enjoy it and have fun reading it!
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ATTENTION:
- I’m only the artist of this; the story is based on a Brazilian soap opera by Walcyr Carrasco-
- This manga is not done with lucrative purpose, this isn't for sale,do not use without permission, do not copy, do not steal, etc.
-Do not make discouraging comments, for example, criticize the way I interpret the story or drawing the characters - I will make some modifications and i'm not a profissional
-Anyone who knows the story can not tell spoilers!
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Here is a short introduction to the story:

"Chocolate with pepper"
Genre: Comedy, Romance

Part 1: The story takes place in the 1920s in a lovely small town called Ventura, in Brazil. Its economic growth depends on a local chocolate factory called “Bombom”, which is very famous for its chocolate.
Ana Francisca is a beautiful young girl, but she is from a poor family.
She hides her beauty with big glasses, old hairstyle, and outdated clothing. She lost her parents not too long ago and moved to Ventura to live with her other family members.
In that family, there are her Grandma Carmen, Uncle Margarido, Cousins Marcia and Timothy, and Dalia, who was accepted into the family.
Ana helps out at home until she is accepted a job to work as a janitor at the Chocolate Factory after school. There she meets Ludovico, the factory owner who pretends to be one of the workers at the factory. Ludovico returns to Ventura to investigate his greedy sister Jezebel, who lives like a queen after taking over the factory.
While Ana’s in Ventura, she falls in love with Danilo, the town’s flirt who has dated almost every girl in town. However, his main love interest is the beautiful girl, Olga. Although he says he’ll never fall in love, will that possibly change after meeting Ana Francisca?
Part 2: I’ll put up the rest of the summary after I finish the first part. ^^
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.CREDITS:.

-History by: Walcyr Carrasco
-Art by:
-English translation by:
and
-Some friends who also contributed some tips, reviews or opinions:

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(If I forgot someone, please tell)

- I'm doing this traditional and digital (photoshop CS5 and tablet)
- Every week I'll put new pages! XD
Chocolate with pepper is also now on Smack Jeeves: [link]
Well ... I guess I have not forgotten anything
Chapter 1 ---

Focus

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 22:23:00 PST

"Focus"
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"A mountain never shifts, never waivers for neither snow, nor rain, nor howling wind.
And thereby, never falls"
Nirogan Proverb of the Fourth era.
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I've done a lot of livestream pics, and though it's an easy process to work with, I don't wanna limit myself to just one style. So I took a more painterly approach. No fancy layer thingies, no gradient brushes, just colors, and a single gaussian blur overlay. Pretty content with how it turned out! You likey?

Preparation for the Tomb

Fri, 16 Nov 2012 17:51:04 PST

(LARGE image, I apologize. LARGE story too)

A brief preface. I figure with next week techincally being the start of the holiday season once more, I think I'll give another little gift to the community. ^^

What follows is a rather lengthy short story detailing the background (before AND after) this artwork. If you'd like to skip to the REAL description behind this image (although I HOPE you'll read through for your enjoyment ), go down to the second set of '*****' symbols in the description here. The tale's worth it though, particularly if you things hot. Which is also a warning...

A last warning, it's a first-person story, so things are deliberately a bit mysterious and unhinged. Oops, I mean disjointed.

*****

I was shivering. It almost seemed impossible due to the intense warmth surrounding my lithe form yet the truth was obvious:

This was frightening me more than anything had before.

Despite the airs of either being full of myself and tempting or more so my normal stoic and quiet mindset with little emotion shown...this might have actually been exciting if I didn't already know most of the reason for it happening.

Somehow I sweat as I was rendered nearly naked, lying atop a fairly soft cushion in a dark corridor somewhere. A strange force held me down atop the slightly comfy perch as metallic hands belonging to things that I just couldn't make out removed my clothing and accessories. The energy, oddly familiar to some facet of magical knowledge in my mind that felt mysteriously hazy in this darkness, kept me from moving my limbs or neck as warm air coddled my form. Being unable to raise my head from where I lay and with such heat surrounding me I could only be certain that the asp-decorated headpiece and the little bindings around curves of my dark hair were still on me.

But my eyes were busy trying to focus on other things as the mechanical arms crossed my own limbs in front of my chest, my hands gingerly curved around my breasts which were clearly NOT covered anymore. Apparently my 'chariot' was in motion, hovering or crawling delicately upon an unseen floor down this blackened corridor. I tried to make out some of the blood red glyphs that glowed upon the walls every few feet. They passed in silence and I became aware that at least three cloaked individuals strode to my sides, each brandishing a staff with a strange shape upon the end.

"If only I could raise my head," I thought to myself, unwilling to try to speak as this...punishment was carried out, "Maybe I could read what is in store for me."

I had a feeling that I shouldn't speak anyway. I had done something very stupid...though not exactly by my own choice...maybe that kiss went too far as well...

"It can't be helped now...can it? What's the point...here I am...wherever here is," I mumbled to myself softly, feeling the brief element of possible excitement drop back into the normal doldrums of my mind.

My 'procession' stopped momentarily to turn down another eerie, glyph illuminated corridor and one of the darkly cloaked figures split off to continue down my original path. The heat must have been affecting my eyesight...not to mention the few beads of sweat dripping past my orbs...but I could make out part of a wall glyph: '-iklnelphis'

The phrase wasn't a typical one in our language and did not ring a bell immediately...yet there was something familiar about it. My mind tried to ignore the creeping dread that was starting to rise up my sweaty spine and focus on tomes I had 'acquired' in the past...

"Mmmmm MMMMmmm Mm!"

An extremely muffled voice caught my ear as we passed another opening. I struggled to use my peripheral vision, still unable to twist my neck, and glanced another robed person through the portal. The lighting was more normal in that chamber, which appeared to be quite lengthy, and I assumed the restrained voice must have come from in there. It would have been high-pitched but there's no way the cloaked figure, apparently a tall man, could have been the source.

"But what did I hear then?" I pondered. The large figure was waving his staff at something on the wall of that room. Something that was squirming and curving...and it appeared like there was more of whatever that fleshy-colored thing was down the wall. A bead of sweat dripped from my brow as I lay confused upon this cushion, losing sight of whatever was going on past that portal.

The uneasy silence resumed around this long march to the unknown. My heart, however, had started to pound faster and I had to focus on something beyond the oddity that I couldn't decipher back there. Or the glyphs that I knew I could read yet the dull lighting seemed to be deliberately blurring my eyes.

"Did I really deserve this? I'm already starting to crack from darkness and suspense and that sort of experience has NEVER fazed me before...and I don't even KNOW what they plan to do with me. I have noble blood! I don't deserve whatever awaits, regardless of what they thought I did..."

My haughty thoughts were tempered and I began to pant slightly, unable to squirm uncomfortably under whatever force held me down, as I thought back of what had happened...

...it was a foolish thing to do in hindsight...why did I listen...why did I not use my own judgment...

"And why was that...less of a trial than I expected...avoiding shame? It's not like our people are strangers to such matters...so why so fast and so clandestine?" I quested to my cloudy brain.

A large opening loomed before us and for the first time I found my neck could weakly bend. The oncoming chamber was just as dark but creepily illuminated by masses of crimson runes. I scanned down her tan form, feeling less confident in herself and more worried about what awaited as my hovering 'chariot' slowed as it neared the door. My purple irises scanned back and forth at four robed men stood in pairs on either side of the doorway. Their faces were grim, ignoring the sensual curves of my nude body as they stared at each other...except the last one on the left. For a brief time I could swear he was displaying a vile smirk, looking lecherously upon my flesh.

I felt his fingers brush the side of my thigh as I passed through the opening before him, nasty touches that chilled the sweat already starting to pool on my prone form.

I mouthed, "You dare touch one such as I?!" and was about to yell...and then I noticed his face. I knew that face...that couldn't be...

But then my eyes focused on something else next to the man's head. Another blood-red glyph, the same one I had only partially read before.

'Etertiklnelphis'. I read it...and then the logical parts of my mind, more and more were being blocked with terror and apprehension of the situation, pulled forth something ancient from a relic-tome I had once treasured.

My mouth went agape as I recognized what it meant...

The quartet marched down the passage behind me as the cushioned device I lay upon settled into the chamber.

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"It couldn't...those are legends. Scary stories for the young to keep them in their place. No one would use such methods ever again...would they?"

The expression on that man...that phrase...I was shaken to my core. What WAS about to happen to me?

My heart was beating fiercely in my exposed chest. I recalled extremely tattered pages only vaguely alluding to what Etertiknelphis meant. It was something from ages long dead and buried by law...and for good reason. How could I have deserved such a punishment for any length of time...I was practically royalty, who would want to use such methods on an individual of such influence?

As the large room loomed around me, part of my consciousness was cracking in terror as it tried to reason with how I came to this fate and what indeed would face me...

...however, the more morbid, darker elements of my mind...they were excited in curiosity. This could be quite thrilling, to see and experience something so forbidden to be outlawed by the ancients. Prayers to my goddess whispered through my head...both for protection and in thanks...

"Grezkaza...that man was Grezkaza," murmured some still logical part of my memories. The nasty looking man among the priests that had brought her down this winding corridor into humid darkness...I knew him. He once was a servant of High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz, one of the high elders I once studied under. But Grezkaza was supposedly banished for crimes against our culture...

I nearly eeped in surprise as I felt the soft thing that I lay upon come to a stop in the center of the chamber, pulling me from my thoughts back to dangerous reality. I tried to remain stoic in dark room as a wall of more crimson glyphs lit up, giving the area an ominous glow. Masking both my building apprehension and exhilaration, my eyes darted around my surroundings in slow movements. I could still raise my head but chose to keep my motions to a minimum until I knew what might befall my vulnerable form.

A pair of glowing eyes emerged before me. I shivered yet again as they stared unmoving for moments and my 'chair' rotated so they floated somewhere to my left. Lines of color lit in the darkness into the shape of a massive face, akin to the visages of the great pharaohs of our world. The orbs shone brilliantly and seemed to point in varied directions above an unmoving, mechanical mouth. This construct was commonly known as a PharaohMind, an overseer of sorts...

Long spindly silver shafts suddenly started to move and drop near my body. Bands of black material spooled forth from the tips of each and I raised an eyebrow as I recognized the shape of the limbs. I was apparently atop a technological scarab of some sort...which proceeded to use its limbs to hug my shuddering form and drape the dark bands across my neck and waist. Snugly, but not tight enough to cut circulation.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable by the rubbery yet warm touch of the bindings as they lay upon my body...and abruptly recognized them as a lesser used type of restraint somewhat looked down upon for, uh, more secretive or sexual pursuits...

"Hee hee," I tittered to myself, recalling my first experiment with the tactile strips from an...experiment several months ago. "But that was only as a bit of pliable wrist binding...this...what is this?"

The touch of the pliable bands was slightly uncomfortable as my neck was encircled by the silent work of the scarab's deft arms. The other set had given me a belt of the black rubber and was slowly moving upwards. It felt like a dull itching sensation that was gradually moving towards my shivering stomach. A giggle slipped from my lips...surely just an accidental response amidst this delicate wrapping procedure...

...

Wait...

...was I being...mummified? ALIVE?!

As my shoulders started to become entrapped within the rubber bandages, I began to sweat even harder beneath my shaking arms. That was one of the worst sins in the culture of Ossirsis! With such reverence and care to the facets of death and the afterlife...this was a mockery to many of our beliefs and standards passed down over the ages. That would indeed be a reason these ancient punishments would be outlawed and forbidden...even a pure death sentence is in a way considered an act of mercy and benevolence in my culture, a release from the normalcy of existence to the pleasures that await in the next world. We had even mastered ways to let those truly deserving continue to have influence on those still living, giving them the ability to dwell within constructs and machines in order to still have touch with those they loved or wished to help society as a whole.

I was practically royalty...what I had done was not even remotely of the level of requiring even a end to my life. If this WAS to be my final fate, I should not be denied my deserved ceremony and care to pass on...

...

My mind raced as my heart started to pound in my chest.

"The trial...why had it been done so fast and in so secluded quarters. I had recognized no one...I barely even saw anyone's faces with the decision chamber being so dark. No family, no friends, no one to stand for me...it had been an amazingly quick trial for such a stupid act and I was unable even to defend myself."

Almost as if it wasn't a trial at all...

"Just five grim judges and a handful of guards in a dark room. No presiding officers or royals. The head judge...his face was obscured by a cloak...even his words seem muddled in my memories."

I shook my head, trying to clear it up and get some of the salt out of my eyes. My belly was rising and falling more rapidly and each motion oddly felt...ticklish...as the bands of darkness rubbed against my skin.

"Surely High N'Tencromagi Shul'uuz was supposed to have been present to defend me. It was his suggestion after all that made me try..."

My thoughts trailed off. My body felt a numbness I had never experienced before. I thought of what little I could see of the prime judge's face as he dictated a sentence which I could not hear the details or duration of...and then of Grezkaza's smirking expression just a few moments ago.

Tears started to swell in my eyes as the reality of the situation dawned on me. I felt cold despite the intense heat swathing around both the exposed and slowly enwrapped sections of my figure. Terror at what truly was going on overwrote any curiosity still left...and dwarfed the spark of anger deep in my core.

Something emitted a synthetic screech as I felt cold metal in the shape of a claw land on my right shoulder.

"AAAAHHHH!!" I shrieked as this farcical punishment intruded my consciousness once more. Only my neck was still outside the effects of the 'energy' keeping me down on the scarab and unable to struggle. I twisted and glared with one eyebrow raised to see a peculiar creature made of golden metal perched on my shoulder, shrieking back at me.

If I was in my normal state of mind, seeing a mechanical scorpion would merely intrigue me for a few moments, although I've always had a bit of a fascination with the more creepy and crawly type of life forms. But right now I was definitely weakened enough by revelations and shuddering anticipation that the tech-critter had the apparently desired effect of frightening me out of my stupor. It seemed similar to any other scorpion, with the exception of being made of gold, yet it had some strange feathery barb as a tip for its tail and...white 'lining' within its huge pincers?

It let out another cry from a clawed mouth beneath intensely glowing eyes. Those fiendish orbs looked temporarily at the now indecipherably murmuring PharoahMind in the corner and the creature abruptly turned and began to crawl down my tan body. Winking away both tears and sweat, my eyes widened with each cool touch of its limbs on my chest. And then...and then...the plume of its tail slipped between my breasts for a moment as it crept across those bountiful orbs.

"Ahhaaha...ooohhhh," I found my voice again and cooed. The barb was very ticklish and the sensation of it passing through that tight 'passage' proved...stimulating. I started to feel the warmth of the chamber override my numbness once more as it tickled the sides of my breasts.

The scarab's limbs began to snuggly wrap my shaking chest as the scorpion gingerly walked across my ribs and danced along my belly. I coughed, trying to bite my lip as it moved across that sensitive area. The little machine turned around to face me...and then devilishly plunged its tail into my tight navel.

"EEEEEEeeeee!!! EEeeaaahahahaaah!!!"

My head thrashed as I laughed, watching the golden insectoid 'paint' the walls and surrounding flesh of my belly-button with its tail and starting to wonder if the punishment included such humiliation as an insult before one is fully wrapped for their forbidden fate. Did 'they' know this was torturous to me, being so delicate and sensitive? My tummy was flat and beautiful and I nearly always had it on display...both for practical (heat) reasons and because I knew it caught the eyes of others with its delicious curves. Did 'they' know how delicate it was to such sensation?

It continued on its way as the rubber bandages wrapped the area it just finished tickling. The rapid breathing caused by my laughter made my belly rub against the bindings and...it itched. I tried to calm down but it almost felt like that damn tail was still doing its work around my navel as my stomach rose and fell...was there something tactile on the INSIDE of these hot strips? Some coating or cilia or such?

As the thing passed my waist, another set of the scarab's arms rose next to my thighs, which were dripping with more sweat every passing moment. I That throbbing sound seemed louder as I awaited them to begin wrapping my lower half, perhaps...

...the mech-scorpion, however, continued to surprise me. It crawled along my left thigh and then seemed to get 'lost' in terms of whatever its procedure list was set to. The critter trot in place, every step itching my leg and I was unable to 'scratch' it. It turned one way, then the other...and its barb brushed against my exposed nether regions.

"Ooouhhh," I warbled, my eyes widening. Was that a mistake...or deliberate? I started to wonder if some mischievous spirit inhabited this device or if was only an automaton commanded by the PharoahMind to...stimulate me. It turned back and forth several times, waving that ticklish plume against my sex in deft swipes. My eyes closed and rolled back slightly as I cooed.

"MMmmmmm...uhhhmmm..."

That erogenous zone felt slick with...liquid other than sweat...as the cursed creature tickled down there. My mind started to wander...was this punishment or perhaps they WERE giving some 'rewards' toward the process of ending my life? I felt a tingling through my entire form just as my arms and chest were bound together by the black tape...and found that tingling was partially because my fingers were moving under my control. I tried to curl them and move my hands but I found the bonds were too tight and all I was doing was feathering my own breasts within the hot confines of the bandages...

...which felt quite...pleasant as the plume brushed a few more times in an area that should have been making me protest aloud or cry for help rather than...murmur somewhat satisfied to myself.

It abruptly stopped just as I was starting to feel more exhilaration than terror and the scorpion marched down my legs. Simultaneously the mechanical scarab began wrapping that now moist area of my body, sealing the various oozing around my rump and thighs. Just as before with my belly and breasts, it felt rather strange where the rows of thin rubber-weave now pressed. Whatever lay on the insides of the material it was something I had not had any experience with personally.

Barring the dull pounding, the metal limbs worked quietly and the imposing face in the corner muttered to itself. I was helpless and the response from the previous activity was muted as I watched the sets of arms wrap my body tightly. Apprehension began to return as I observed more of my creamy flesh encircled by the dark bandages. While I had to admit that the feeling of the material on my skin had a peculiarly...'unique' feeling (one which might be rather enjoyable under other circumstances), the fact that it might soon cover my entire body and smother me was getting more unsettling with every passing moment. My heart beat faster and sweat dripped from beneath my hairline and headpiece.

Oddly, I felt more 'life' in my body right after it an area was entwined with the bands. Of course, it was too late at that point to be able to move enough to leave some space from which perhaps I could struggle. However, I definitely could feel that unusual texture of the bindings with the now aware and strangely sensitive regions of my skin.

Soon I was bound from the top of my neck to my knees. The scorpion perched upon my covered joints and watched the streaks of blackness continue to swaddle my shins. I looked past the machine to my exposed feet, unable to move them still due to that strange power, and felt depressed as they would soon be swallowed by the wrappings.

"And then," I gulped, "My head will surely follow."

However, the bondage ended right above my ankles. The limbs moved back up my form and added a few more layers here and there to reinforce the bindings in places. They did not move back down my legs...and once again I was confused into silence, feeling a chill up my spine as I wondered what would follow.

There was more movement in the room. I saw another figure move in the shadows, this one far too large to be a normal man. I shivered more vigorously as another set of glowing eyes...no...jewels lit up. The room seemed even warmer and the darkness seemed felt closer as the eyes moved slowly forward. There was another sound...dull thuds accompanied the louder throbbing ringing in my ears. This huge presence...what could it be? My lips trembled and I felt a deep pressure on my chest as if something was sitting there and compacting my lovely figure further into these tight bandages.

It moved slowly, only its eyes showing through the glyph-masked shadows...and my spine-tingled tension was interrupted as I felt something cold step on my exposed ankles.

"Eee...aaaah," I softly stammered, feeling the frigid golden legs of the scorpion touch the bare skin. My quivering eyes darted back down to it, diverting my gaze from the massive shadow and toward my bare but still magic-bound feet. A random curious thought made me question why both they and my head remained unbound...

The PharaohMind muttered something which kept me from focusing on anything too long. My eyes returned to the thing before me. It was huge and glowing gems sprang into light upon its shoulders, which surrounded a long, canine-shaped head with an elaborate headdress. Was I staring at death itself...in the form of construct I rarely had seen in the past: the Anubshiath? And an amazingly huge Anubshiath at that, I thought in wonder as it stood silent before me.

The sleek blackness of its smooth construction, 'interrupted' only by wired gemstones scattered on the titan, was unnerving. Still shaking a bit from recent activity by the critter, I was oddly fascinated by the terrifying design molded in the shape of one of our death gods. If I wasn't bound so tightly I would love to touch the obsidian of its design...to trail my fingers down those muscular ridges and curves. My eyes closed a little as my fingers mimicked that activity which merely caused me to feather my pressed but bountiful breasts.

Tittering, I wondered if the Anubshiath was merely an automaton or if a spirit had been bound to its core. I mused in the latter case that it was a good thing that only the benevolent and deserving ever received such an honor in their second lives...imagine if the damned or depraved were given the chance to inhabit the massive machines in large numbers...

My thoughts trailed off as the reality of the situation returned. The dog-headed metal man just stood there with its arms at its sides and the lack of activity by either it or the scarab upon which I sat gave the underlying apprehension a chance to surge through my form once more. This had to be deliberate...and sadly it was effective. I didn't understand what was going to happen to me or for how long...

Blinking away more drops of sweat from my eyes, my gaze dropped from the unmoving Anubshiath downwards to the other immobile mechanical...but it stopped before it reached the scorpion on my ankles. I looked at my tan feet, just as immobilized as the two machines, and again wonder why they remained unbound. I could slightly understand why my face was free...to see all the preparation and ceremony taken with this punishment...but my bare feet? Why were they free to extrude into the warm air of the chamber still?

A silly, sultry thought slipped into the storm of conflicting emotions of my mind as I glanced at my pretty peds. I considered them rather alluring with their cute toes and sensual curves. Pampered by beauty treatments and delicate, I often only clad them in nice jeweled sandals (if I wore anything at all other than jewelry on my lower legs) just so they could be seen and...appreciated. Would this be the last audience for them and me? I would have swayed them gently in the red lights here if they were free of that strange force.

A small smile crept on my visage as I had those thoughts...and it soon turned to confusion. My eyes widened as the golden scorpion crept atop both feet.

"Uh, erm," I stammered as I saw the thing move its head to my big toes. I emitted another eep in shock as two cold curved 'claws' shoved their tips around those plump tootsies and pinched them sternly though not painfully together. All at once the feeling of life surged back into my feet...just in time for that damn barbed tail to switch across the tops of each foot.

I bit my lip once more, sweating harder and trying not to laugh. I strained to wriggle my feet and kick the critter off but the mouth-claws holding the two big digits kept them together and I just couldn't wave either foot. Abruptly the little machine clamped its pincers around two of my other toes.

"Er...ooh...hee, hee," I warbled.

The claws gripped snuggly but not too tightly on each tootsie and I became very aware of what that white lining I had previous seen within the pincers felt like. It was very soft with little prickles of fur, forming 'rings' around each held toe. My left eye twitched at the feeling and my wet lips trembled.

"No, no! Noooaaaahahaahahahaa!!!"

I squealed with laughter as something unexpected happened within those pincers. I felt the tickly linings between the scorpion's claws somehow begin to rotate, spinning faster and faster and tickling the hell out of the stems they encircled. Spouting protests and giggles, I began to thrash and try to curl the held toes. All I was successful in doing was flexing and spreading the still free digits...and sending more ripples of discomfort up my body as the bandages shifted with my movement...

...no, not discomfort...uneasy itching, almost ticklish in its touch as whatever affected the inside of the strips coupled with the slickness of my sweating skin gave me a strangely...enjoyable feeling as the ridges rubbed my body.

I cooed even as my toes were subjected to the whirling dervishes within the pincers, the panic of being mummified and now tickled slightly muted by the odd pangs of pleasure penetrating my mind. Was some darker part of me...enjoying this situation?!

"Aaaahhhhh hahaha....haaaahaahahaahah."

Sleek and terrible, the canine-headed construct caught my eye with a movement of its arm. Or, perhaps, its own gem sensors had noticed the metal scorpion suddenly open its pincers. Sweat was starting to pour harder down my form, leaving most of my body moist. The room itself still had a hellish heat. Now, even my exposed feet felt hot, particularly the two toes which had just been released from fur-lined torture. Tittering, I curled my toes and flexed my feet to try and shake the critter off again.

In response, the Anubshiath apparently had also taken notice of the wild quivering of my bare soles before it. Within the powerful grasp of its outstretched hand sat a golden ankh. My eyes tried to focus on the glimmering artifact while the scorpion quickly closed its pincers around two different toes, promptly swirling the rings of fur around. I resisted to struggle even as I chortled aloud once more, too curious to see what sort of punishment this ankh might bring.

The massive head on the wall mumbled something I couldn't understand and I strained my sight on the abrupt motion I saw around the base of the device. Something was...slithering...

"EEEEEeeeee ha aahahahah! AHHHH!!!"

The devilish insectoid caught me unaware as it dropped its plumed tail between my held peds and swished the barb around. I nearly jumped in response, my attention so devoted to what was in the titan's hand, that another wave of increasingly 'enjoyable' ripples of the bandages slid up my form. My hands started to tremble, which only made it worse as they cupped my covered breasts.

A soft moan slipped from my lips somewhat unwillingly before I again could glance at that ankh held before my helpless feet. There, shining in pale red light, curled two metallic asps, swaying back and forth as they hung from the ankh. Forked tongues flickered in and out of their fanged mouths as they emitted quiet hisses amidst the intense throbbing noise of the chamber.

I seized up, sputtering laughs still due to the mech-scorpion's activity. I...I knew what was imminent. My heart pounded in my shaking chest as I stared again at my tan-skinned feet...

...so delicate...so soft...so...SENSITIVE...

They were so pampered and taken care of that...that...

The serpents leaned in close. Something slick touched my sole...

"WAAAAAHHAAHAHAHAAHAAHAAAHAA!!! NOOOOOAAAHAAHAHAHA!!!"

I cried out in hollering anguish after only a few seconds. The tongues...the tongues!

They were clearly metal yet that material so slim...so slick...so pliable...

"AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

...they felt real! The licks were so delicate and precise! I felt them teasing at my heels and then sliding up each flexing arch to the balls of my feet.

I thrashed again, not thinking of the repercussions as my body tensed up. The bandages shifted once again and the creeping waves of pleasurable itching surged from my knees to my chest again. It must've been some sort of cilia...the textures of the strips rubbed between my thighs and at my belly notably and I felt pent up everywhere...everywhere but my poor feet that is. My hands tried to ball into fists but merely pinched at my heaving orbs.

"OOOOHAAAHAHAHAOOOOOO!!! OOOHHHHHAAAAHAAAHAHHAHA!!!"

I splayed my feet as I moaned with laughter. Tears were streaming down my face with each lick. Whatever programming or power controlled these metal snakes...it was as meticulous as our best surgeons. Their fiendish tongues lathered in careful swaths upon my bare soles, caressing every little curve as they passed. They dipped and dug into every wrinkle as my feet scrunched, forcing me to flex my peds. They seemed like they were hunting every weak spot down there, flickering the tips of the glinting tongues like tiny evil fingers wherever it caused me to laugh higher and higher.

The scorpion was not inactive during all this. Without warning it would periodically release its pincers and promptly clamp two more of the wobbling toes, then buff their stems with its furry touch. Its barb darted between my constrained big toes and whipped its fuzzy edges upon them again and again. There was no pattern or timing, just to make its part of the torture completely unexpected and frenzy my feverish mind even further.

Staring at my tormented feet, I screeched with terror and continued to writhe...and the motion kept the covered parts of my lovely figure from relaxing. More rippling movement of the bandages passed over my sex and stomach...my hands pressed on my hardening breasts...fluids other than sweat began to trickle once more as this torture was driving me mad!

Hissing, the ankh-wrapped snakes kept assaulting my exposed extremities. The tongues danced upon every curve and crevice of my agonized soles...I would have been impressed by their delicacy if I wasn't wailing in pain and somehow also whimpering in pleasure.

"PLEASEEAAAHAHAAAHAHAAHAAAAAHHA...NOOO MORAAAHAHAAAHAAA!!! MER...MERCEEEEEEEEeeeeeeahaaaaaaaa!!!

Crying aloud I couldn't believe I had just asked for mercy...but I wasn't thinking clearly anyway. Surely everything around her was either an automaton or possibly with a spirit within tempered to this purpose.

I felt a trickle of release as my nipples hardened beneath my palms...if begging for mercy didn't work, perhaps I should use some of my remaining seductive charms...

No. That's how I ended up here in the first place...

I drooled as my mouth sputtered with chortles and groans. My hair became more disheveled as I flailed my head back and forth, that pumping motion being mimicked by my squirming feet...not to mention some other regions covered in black bands...

As my toes endured their hot swirls of torture, the rest of my footsies...I couldn't call it 'cool'...they were moistening. Due to the temperature around my body I couldn't really discern (or care) if the terrible tongues were actually leaving a coat of...saliva...or if merely the sensation left as they passed was merely an after effect of feeling that strange metal on my delicate skin. But they FELT slick and somehow even more sensitive...

...the licking was getting more agonizing over time...but also it felt more...sexual...it was turning me on! This sick punishment was...tongues licking upon my deserving feet...they deserved such reverence and attention! But my deranged mind was in conflict on whether this excruciating torment was worth the erotic sensations starting at my toes and spreading throughout my being.

Sensual torture...I was...loving it as I cursed it...terrible little tentacles...

My freakish laughter became babbles as the tongues slipped beneath my toes. I uttered an almost animalistic screech (far louder than I ever thought I could vocalize) and gushed a release in response to the full-body writhing such a tiny little touch finally set off. Various fluids burst orifices and were soaked up by the bandages or fell to the floor beneath my throbbing, hot body.

"OUUUUUHHHHHhhhhhha ha ha....hee...ahhhh...."

The tongues stopped moments later at an order from the PharaohMind. I continued to weakly giggle as the scropion continued to play with my shivering toes in its grasp...

I...enjoyed...and hated...what happens...no...now...

Quitely and gently, the scarab that I lay upon turned away from the Anubshiath as it withdrew the ankh and its evil asps. The massive figure remained still...

...my eyes were tired...my mind was both conflicted and confused...

...I didn't notice another huge metal figure had stepped from the glyphic wall. I had been too busy...

...bird-like with another elaborate gemmed headdress...an Ohurousiath construct...based on...was it a god of wisdom...the wind?

...

...no...

...the giant's hands were...were...no...no!!!

...huge spreads of feathered wings...I can't...take...unnnhhh....

...

...the scarab stopped turning...my feet...before the Ohurousiath. Its eyes are...glowing...that pounding noise is my...my heart...

!!!

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"Not eternal."

Whimpering and sniffling on the outside but feeling extremely wild and light-headed on the inside, I barely heard the PharaohMind whisper that phrase as the scarab chariot carried my twitching body out of the torture chamber.

Hope...but did it mean anything or was it just more punishment by giving me a glimmer of courage and optimism...yet another lie. Just like everyone I knew was apparently lying to me...

Punishment...I must've been cracking as I only half thought of the past hours as a penalty. An assault upon my senses...such treatment should never had befallen my poor, delicate figure. My ravaged feet were crossed as they protruded from my wrap of bandages...trying to protect each other from more...touching...

I lay broken, withdrawing further into myself as the moist warmth encircled my body within the bandages, timidly sighing and trying not to move lest I...'inspire' myself more. I was unsure if any person or machine accompanied this trip through the dark corridors to...

...to where...to what...hee hee...to more 'fun'?

Some spark inside my tempestuous mind burned with the desire to experience more of the methods of ancient Etertiklnelphis. To get such attention to parts of my worthy figure...to tempt the 'pain' of such touches and tickles again in order to achieve baser desires beyond knowledge...

Ooh...the way those tongues sent licks up my spine like a chain reaction...

I struggled to think of something else, lest I blurt out more beyond my quiet pouts to my quiet surroundings. Again, why me...why had this happened...I thought of the 'hope' I had been given and wondered if this indeed was 'not eternal', would I be released? Did they...did he...want me broken and driven mad with mindless panic and sheer lust?

...rev...revenge...this was not right. I shouldn't be here, writhing in agony...

...

Yes, I should. I want to know more of our ancient ways...I want to FEEL more...

This battle of logic versus desire continued in my weary brain as minutes passed with the rest of me being brought through fancy arches and past magic-warded vaults. Bleary-eyed, I barely acknowledged that I had entered another large room with two passageways leading away from it. Something of considerable size dominated one edge of the chamber with various glyphs and a few...monitors...around it.

I had trouble focusing, straining my purple eyes to focus and realizing that a few robed men stood at each doorway. But the cube-like thing in the wall had my warbling attention...a massive metal box covered with ornamental glyphs and writing...

...with a raised lid and cushions within...and...

...and two holes in the front surrounded by dials and switches...two...holes...

"Ah...wha...what in the goddess...name," I abruptly yet weakly protested as my vision was blocked. Someone or something behind my prone body promptly had wrapped a dark band of material around my eyes. I couldn't see anything, just faint colors from the glyphs on the walls!

Strong hands hoisted my shivering body away from the warm cushions of the scarab...my back was extremely moist from whatever collected within the bindings under me. Weakened, my head drooped downward and I experienced a brief moment of vertigo as I was turned around in the air. I merely continued to sigh softly, blinded and confused further with each passing moment.

Gently, the grasps lowered me down. I felt another set of cushions under my shoulder blades as I was lowered at an incline. Something hard pressed under my bound, shaking knees to bend them a moment before my bandage-clad ass touched the soft underside. The hard shaft was then removed and my legs straightened out again, resting them just above the ankles within some tight curved shelves...

...had my feet touched something as they extended? Something above where they lay now...oh...now I felt the curved, padded arches over my ankles as well...

...two holes...I had seen two...holes in that 'box'. I writhed to my sides, trying to ignore the sensual feelings that by now I knew would come with any forced movement on my part, and found I had very little room on either side before my shoulders hit a hard wall.

I was...I was in that ornamental box...a sarcophagus. MY sarcophagus...with my lower legs protruding from those openings...

A recent memory attempted to surface amidst the gleeful giggles slipping from my lips in response to my testing my boundaries...it failed...

I waved my feet around to see if they hit anything...no...they were just hanging in the air. I tensed up and half-coughed, half-chuckled as gloved hands closed halfway up each ped. My tortured appendages were nearly numb from the onslaught before...I could barely feel the difference in temperature between the air around them and what surrounded the rest of my body...

"Eeeee...no m...moreeee."

Shivering with apprehension, I felt cold circles of metal delicately placed upon six of my wiggling toes...although I couldn't be certain of the number, unable to see anything. I licked my lips, both dreading and looking forward to what might happen next. The dead feeling in my feet gradually faded as the coldness and weight of the various toerings woke them up. I curled my toes...they probably looked very alluring at that moment with what were apparently fancy ceremonial jewelry encircling their soft skin. One felt slightly heavier and...I could swear I felt a brief throb of energy in it...I wondered haphazardly if the scorpion had been 'cleaning' the stems of my toes to prepare them for these charms...

Sickly, I wondered if such a view might catch the eye of one of the men doing these preparations. Perhaps I could...convert one to let me out with my charms. I flexed my left foot, splaying the toes to show off the new toerings. Teasingly, I then slowly curled my tootsies and wrinkled my sole, almost beckoning whoever might be out there to come closer...perhaps a caress...a kiss...

...I wouldn't normally be trying something like this...seductive activity like this was something meant to be intimate and secret...why did I feel more and more like I should let such forbidden thoughts out...

...what did I have to lose?! Why hold back now? This is obviously not what SHOULD have happened. If right and logic were being ignored by vile methods...this was definitely not a typical prison complex or punishment...why should I not act out some of my darker desires too? I was doomed anyway, betrayed to my fate...

I pinched my own breast as I waved my feet, just to get my mood even more suggestive. I cooed a pleasant murring sound deliberately...

Abruptly, the hands lifted my head and clenched my chin to keep my mouth open. Roughly I felt something looped underneath my dark hair and something hard yet tube-like was forced between my teeth. Like a hard gag it kept my jaw open just enough to encircle the tube and unable to bite down. I cried out but the sound was muffled, just causing saliva to pool at the edges of my lips and drip down my chin.

Almost choking, I felt a trickle of something sweet begin to drop into my salivating mouth. It was pleasant but unfamiliar...I couldn't spit it up if I tried due to the gag it ran through. My twisting head was lowered back into the hot cushions and I also noticed a stream of air somehow passing through the pliable device now attached to my maw.

...they weren't sealing me alive to smother...

I immediately felt the effects of whatever fluid was slipping down my throat. It was like a pleasurable haze was drifting over me...but my core felt both supple and unconfined. I felt...loose...ready to let everything go...

...EVERYTHING...

I barely felt a few other attachments made, miraculously pushed through the creases of my bandages. Two or three devices were placed on various parts of my stomach and lower regions...I didn't take notice of them until they started to vibrate...soothingly...oh yes...

Intoxicated by the drink and vibrations, I inanely wondered if this treatment was actually a gift for one of my status...the decorations on my feet, the delightful additions making my body feel at ease...and beyond...

SLAM.

...

It was suddenly even darker. The few muttering voices of my captors softened and vanished. Despite my buzz, I became aware after shifting my body a few more times...well, aware after I calmed down from the ripples tickling my torso...that I was truly confined. The sarcophagus must've been sealed shut, and here I lay for...

...

Mmmm...panic started and was combined with my wickeder thoughts as I realized I was alone. I was only with myself...sweat built up and I cried weakly but both were absorbed into the evil bindings, just moistening them further to...intensify whenever I may next shift my position.

So constrained on the outside, but all the darker and more erotic thoughts were fighting to burst from within...

My senses were restrained absolutely...

Sight...I could see nothing now at all...nothing beyond whatever images my crazy mind was bringing to bear...

Hearing...only a low hum from whatever machinery surrounded or was part of my coffin...

Smell...the air within the confines was inert and my own musky odors (from sweat and...release) were only urging me to...indulge myself further...

Taste...the potion I drank was delightful at first but already my taste buds were dulling from its slow, rapid drips upon my tongue and tonsils...

They were all muted and deprived of stimuli...

...all but touch.

Even that, my only true remaining element of perception, was limited. The saturated bandages covered most of my body and what remained uncovered of my face endured constant humidity from the hot air within the cramped sarcophagus.

Just my bare feet...they were free and exposed to the comparatively cool atmosphere outside my prison. The toerings' weights kept me aware of their presence as my peds dangled there...

...how pretty they must look, bejeweled and beautiful as they hung from the openings. Imagining an audience out there in the chamber, I waved them charmingly, scrunching up my smooth soles and then flexing out the alluring wrinkles that had formed...

...why was I so fixated on my legs lately? Because that was all I was rendered to in regards to the outside world? My only way of communicating or interacting...ohhhh...how tempting it must look as I wiggle my tootsies like this...I would LOVE to see it...

...

That memory suddenly burst into my consciousness amidst the inebriated lust, barely making itself known as I shifted my legs in their confines.

I recalled that hallway I had passed before the torture center. A priest was waving a staff at something protruding from the wall. There was a muffled scream...it was female, I now realized. And what stuck out of the wall, of which I had seen a line of...

A pair of feet. A woman's wriggling appendages sticking out of a solid wall, completely helpless to whatever torment someone or something outside would apply to them. And the victim completely unable to see or know when such anguishes might start or stop...

I gasped, trying not to choke on the tube...

There was a long line down that hallway...endless pairs of quivering feet protruding defenselessly from entombed females. My goddess, how many were unjustly cursed to this fate...how many women lay in sensory deprived enclosures, waiting for a line of ticklish torments to besiege their digits...how many girls just like me...

No...not just like me...surely they must be of lower classes. To be all imprisoned in a line like that...not like me...

...alone...in my own fantastic sarcophagus with these little treatments keeping me...surely due to my noble blood...

Terror...pure terror finally stopped the rest of my fractured thoughts from trying to 'woo' someone with the waving actions of my curved feet...

I was already broken...wasn't I? But I'm in the same state as those others...just alone...waiting...

I cringed and shuddered through the gag. My coffin felt even tighter as I pressed against one wall, to hell with the repercussions. The toerings...the vibrations, particularly caused by the device inserted between my thighs...no matter how hazy I felt I couldn't just fall asleep...

...

Just my feet jutting out...all that Ossirsis could observe of me...sweating and swaying sexily in the air...waiting...

...

Perhaps I was too enthralled in the ripples of sensual activity going up my body from the last bit of thrashing...but I could swear I heard something...

...maybe I truly was going mad...maybe I should let my vile nature completely out as I'm alone and spent...

...but I thought it was...hissing...

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(The following is a combination of muffled screams and crazy thoughts as the victim remains gagged by the feeding apparatus

WAAAAAHAAHAHAHAAHAA!!! STAAAAHAAAHAAAAPP!!! UNNAAHAAHAHAAHAAHAA!!!

THE TONGUES...THEY'RE WORSE THAN THE FEATHERS! OOOOOHHHHH I HATE THAAHAHAAA LICKS!

NO...L...LUV...LOVE IT!!! MOOOOOOORE!

UNHHHH...

YEEESSS...TORTURE MY FEET MORE! PUNISH THE FOOL...FOOLISSSSSH GIRL WHO COULDN'T READ THE GLYPPPPHSSSS! LAAAHAAHAATHAAAAEEEER EVERY INCH!

TWISTING...WRITHING RIPPLES. RUBBING MY SEX...OOOOHEEEEEHEEEHEEE THEEEEESS IS TOO MUCH!

BAAAAAHAHAAAHAA!!! GUUUUUUHAAAA...

SO HARD AGAINST MY PALMS...THROBBING AS I PLUCK...SUCH PERKY NIPPLES I HAAHAAAHAAHAVE...

NOOOOAAAAHAHA MORE TONGUES...I...CAN'T...CAN'T...SCREW IT!!! UNNNHHHHHHHHHHH...

...

YESSSSSS! I WANT IT FURTHER...HARDER...EVERYTHING OUTLAWED AND FORBIDDEN I WANT TO LET OUT...MOREE....MORE!

TEASING BETWEEN MY LEGS...SHAKING AGAINST MY BELLY...DRIPPING IN MY NAVEL...

UNNNHHHHEEEEHEEHEEHEE...DEEPER...I'LL SHAKE MYSELF TILL IT HAPPENS AGAIN, TO ANUBISTH WITH PRINCIPLES!!!

NO...YES...TICKLE MY TOES! MORE TONGUES BETWEEN MY TOES! WITHOUT WARNING! PIERCE THE SILENCE AS YOU MAKE LOVE DOWN THERE!!! TAKE ME TO THE ETERNAL LUST OF THE NETHERWORLDS!!!

*GUSH*

OUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!!!

YEEEEEESSSSSSSS...HA HA HA...ENDLESSLY! I'LL RUB AND GRIND EVERYTHING AGAINST THESE WALLS AGAIN AND AGAIN...MORE...

...more...enough...no...no more...

...haaahahahahah...it...it won't staaahahaahaap! I can't...eeeeheheeeeheheee hee staaand it!!! ENDLESS...MADNESS..NOT AGAIN...

NO...YES...

N...NOT...RE...RE...RESPONSIBLE!!!

UNNNHHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!

...

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"That was the last decipherable neuro reading we could understand, my lord. The time after contained endless gibberish and...rather tantalizing and colorful psychotic rants...oh how I would enjoy entertaining some of them."

"Restrain your lecherous inhibitions, Grezkaza. I am in no mood to hear them after what I've read here...broken yes, trapped in her own whirlwind of terror and erogenous excitements...but she remembers..."

"What of the incident then, my lord? Won't the public learn she's gone?"

"It is of no matter...she was already 'missing' before ever entering the penitentiary complex in regards to her family and friends. Loose ends like this does not please me, Grezkaza. Shattered or not, her memories..."

"...mmm..."

"STOP DROOLING OVER THE RECORDINGS OF HER SOLES BEING LICKED!"

*****

Psy speaking again, still here? ^^

This sizable image showing my character Necra Ruia's mummified torment was actually done a little more than two years ago. I drew up a linework for it and the extremely talented and sorely missed artist felt it worthy to put such an amazing layer of color upon it. Scary, ominous...and very 'hot', I just loved the results (and had gotten permission to post it from him awhile back, as an aside).

This pic and its background elements ended up providing the inspiration for my artist pal Will Georges and his eventual creation of the excellent 'Tomb of Torment' mini comic series that's been posted here as well. You can find page 1 of that comic at [link]

We've been playing a lot with these scifi-esque versions of Necra and Marina, but this crazy image was techincally the starting point for all of it and I'm very thankful that Scavenger did such an amazing bit of coloring to this scene of poor Necra mummified and prepared for...well...you know...

The story, on the other hand, is more recent and techincally, well, leads into page 1 of 'Tomb of Torment' if you're paying attention.

Anyway, hope you enjoy both parts to this one. ^^

Linework/concept by me.
Colors (back in 2010) by

.:Falling Stars:. Updated

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 20:31:50 PST

..Wow...it's been how long since I've updated this? Well, when I was working on the group, I used this to make the chapter's icon and then decided to fix it up a little.

Now with better stars, thanks to star brushes, more glowy effects and details on the stone

I loved the previous one because it was something that I wanted to try and successfully worked thanks to the geniusness of ~bleedingangel515 Wouldn't have done it without you girl

And the shading technique I've learned from many tutorials here on DA. If it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't have been able to pull off the shading effect in most of my pictures

The picture itself is very old but I thankfully fixed some errors that bugged me. Like how I made Yakko's eyes too big Now fixed

Brushes © *redheadstock ~Scully7491

Animaniacs © Tom Ruegger, Steven Spielberg, and Warner Bros. Studios

Story and drawing done by Yours truly~

Steal and die~

.:Angel Girl:.

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 15:10:15 PDT

BEHOLD my first try attempt on Paint Tool Sai!
Yes! i finally decided to try Sai and guess what? I LOVE IT!

As i expected,the effects are great! and the smooth brushes just makes u fall in love with it ;w; <3

Well,this is a random OC ~ This drawing was suppose to be a tryout but i really like how it turned out! i always wanted to draw wings on Sai c'x

I had fun drawing everything! hope u like it >w<~

Do not copy,trace,use in anyway!

Tickled In A Straitjacket

Wed, 09 Jan 2008 20:24:37 PST

Darren was walking back to his dorm after working out at the campus gym when suddenly two burly men came up from behind and dragged him into an awaiting van. In the van, Darren put up a fierce struggle but he was chloroformed and soon, everything became dark.

When Darren finally came to, he found himself in a dimly lit room. His clothes had been removed, all except his blue underwear. He was sitting on a chair and his hands were handcuffed behind his back. Then, he heard footsteps and a middle-age Chinese man, along with his two assistants by his side, emerged from the shadows.

'Ah! Finally you're awake, Mr. Gray,' the man said. 'We can discuss business now.'

'Mr Yen, if this is about the money I owed, I promise you I pay you at the end of this month. Just don't hurt me,' Darren pleaded to the loanshark whom he had borrowed money from.

For many months now, Darren was hooked onto soccer betting and when he ran out of money, he turned to Mr Yen for some extra cash. However, his luck did not turn and he failed to pay off his debts. From a loan of $10 000, his debt had ballooned to $30 000 due to the ridiculously high interest rates, and this had caused Mr Yen some displeasure.

'But that's what you said last month and the months before that, and still, I haven't see my money yet. In fact, I'm beginning to think that you're not going to pay me at all.'

'I promise Mr Yen. I get you the money. Just give me one more chance.' Darren was feeling scared. He had heard that late debtors like him would often get punished by Mr Yen and his gang.

Mr Yen thought to himself for a moment and said, ' Ok. I give you one more chance, Mr Gray.'

The assistants released Darren from his handcuffs. ' Thank you Mr Yen. I promise you that you'll get your money at the end of this month.'

Mr Yen clicked his fingers and Darren was punched in the gut by one of the assistants. 'Oh, don't think you're going to get away this easy Mr. Gray. Young punks like you should be taught a bit about punctuality. Put him on the machine!'

'Wait. What are you doing?' asked Darren who was still reeling in pain. The two men dragged Darren to a corner of the room and forced him to wear a straitjacket. After buckling the straps on the back of the straitjacket tightly, his arms were folded around each other and the straps at the end of the sleeves were buckled together. The straps on his chest, arms and abdomen were then secured.

'What are you doing? Let me go!' yelled Darren, protesting his displeasure.

The leather crotch strap was next and the man tying him pulled it over Darren's crotch really tight before fastening it. Darren gave a sharp yelp and then, a piece of black leathery gag was placed over his mouth.

'Mmmmppphhh!!!!!' Darren tried to say something but his thick gag was fastened up really tight.

Next came the blindfold made from the same material as the gag and it was secured tightly over Darren's eyes and he was now covered in total darkness.

Mmm!!! Hmmmmm!!!!

Darren tugged and shoved violently and managed to shook off his captor's grips. But, being unable to see anything, he ran into a wall and fell down. The two men grabbed Darren's legs and dragged him across the floor as Darren struggled to get out of his restraints, muffling loudly as he did so.

'Mmmmphggg!!! Mmmmrrrrhhhhmmm!!!

Then, Darren felt his body being lifted up and his ankles, knees and thighs were fastened to more leathery straps. Then, it was his abdomen, arms and neck. Darren was now upside down.

'Mmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!' Darren shook his body about, trying to free himself but to no avail.

'I can't move my legs!' Darren thought to himself. His knees were secured with the straps , preventing him bending his knees. The straps over his body were attached to the sides of the device via metallic rods, locking his body in an almost fixed position. The only thing which he could move freely were his toes. Darren could also feel something soft rubbing against his soles.

Then, it began. The soft things started to move slowly, brushing his feet like a paintbrush to create a tickling sensation. ' Oh no! I'm being tickled,' Darren thought.

At first, the tickling did not bother him that much but the tickling became faster and finally, Darren cracked and began to laugh uncontrollably under his gag.

Mm! Hmmm! Mmmphggggg!!!

He shook his head and body around violently, pulling and pushing himself to and fro. Darren tugged at the ends of his straitjacket, hoping to loosen the straps. However, every time he pulls his hands up he would pull the crotch strap along, tightening its bond, and this would cause him to cringe in discomfort as the leathery strap rubbed against his crotch.

'Mmmmffff!! Mrrrggghhhh!!!!! Mmmmmfffff!!!!!

Darren could not believe the predicament he was in: strapped in a straitjacket, hanging upside down with his feet tickled and wearing only his underwear. To top of this torment, he was gagged, blindfolded and secured with straps which restricted his movements as he was being tickled. Only his toes were free enough to wiggle about.

The tickling continued for an hour and Darren was still laughing hysterically under his gag. Then, the tickling stopped and Darren could breath easy. His face and body were drenched in sweat. Darren stopped struggling and took in some heavy breaths of air. He heard Mr Yen's voice.

'Well, Mr Gray. I hope you've learn your lesson today because if you still fail to pay me up, the punishment will be far worse than this. I don't want to hurt this pretty face of yours,' Mr Yen said, pinching Darren's cheeks. Darren made some gruffing noises and turned his face away from the loanshark. Then, a cloth was shoved onto his face and Darren could smell the distinct odour of chloroform before falling off into unconsciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in an alley and he was wearing his clothes again. Darren quickly picked himself up and walked out. His whole body was sored and he still could smell the leather of his restraints. ' I must find a way to get the money fast or else....' Darren did not want to think about it and quickly strolled past the evening crowd.

End

(There's a non-text version in my scraps [link] .....I don't like the way he's hanging upside down.... and the tickle machine looks a bit...boring...)

Just Like the Falling Cherry Blossoms

Wed, 28 Dec 2011 09:54:04 PST

I did it! Yeeesss! Finally I finished this piece of- you get the point xD.

Too hard people, really hard colouring. America's hair was a true pain in the ass, with all those goddamn small bangs. Ripped my soul out. Hardest part was the shine in his tuxedo-like shirt. I couldn't just find a way to make it like this and today, out of nowhere, I discovered this little piece of a brush which is like a sponge and here are the results.

I was so, SO happy to find this because it nagged my mind for too long.

Pairing is, obviously, USxUK or alternatively, Alfred Jones x Arthur Kirkland.

For those interested here is the download link for those who want to read. I t is a goof doujinshi to be honest.

DOWNLOAD LINK
[link]

This is a Christmas present and an image dedicated to the lovely, USxUK fan

Whitebutler Christmas Chibiusa X Helios

Sun, 04 Dec 2011 09:20:31 PST

The pic for Christmas contest from

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Here is a picture in the series 'Sailormoon crossover from Black Butler' I think you would remember the image. 'Darkbutler-ZoisiteXAmi' [link] in Haloween theme.

But here it is Christmas theme. And because Helios is the good character.Not Villain character as Zoisite. I then changed the name of the image. Not Darkbutler, It is Whitebutler.

You probably noticed that dress by Chibiusa wore. It is similar to Elizabeth's Red dress wears. [link] However, I modified the pattern of the skirt pattern. And the lace on the sleeves is fur. Make it look like a sleeves of Santa.

If you look at the picture. 'Darkbutler-ZoisiteXAmi' You would not be surprised with the pants by Chibiusa wore a strange shape. It is the culture of the countries of ASEAN pants that 'sarong' you can view the descripition of images.'Darkbutler-ZoisiteXAmi' or ASEAN Hetalia.

I was inspired by the tradition of kissing under the Mistletoe. And the children waiting for gifts from Santa. I draw Chibiusa wait a gift from Santa until she falls asleep. He eventually came to her. But he's Santa. But as Helios is her butler.

Diana,Her cat looked up Helios kissed Chibiusa under the Mistletoe. ^ ^

I hope to have the opportunity to draw 'Sailormoon crossover from Black Butler' again.

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Thank for brush & pattern from www.brushlover.com and mu3i

ChibiusaXHelios and Kousagi with Coming of Age Day

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 10:03:24 PDT

Chibiusa & Helios...and Kousagi with Coming of Age Day.

The my pic used for contest from

I was inspired by a pic of the incident Version manga. When Chibiusa falling on the head of Usagi. And Mamoru kiss her instead of Usagi. I want you to get the results She has been doing it with Usagi. I paint events as she kissed Heilos. But Kosagi. Her sister interrupted. Just as she had done with Usagi.

In fact, this is the continuation of a pic 'Chibi Zoisite & Ami with Coming of Age Day in Japan' You can see the details here.[link]

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Thank you for brush by www.brushlover.com

Swamp rescue - commission

Fri, 09 Sep 2011 09:42:01 PDT

An illustration commission for *Delvii of two of her characters - Thalia Ravel and Getty.

When exploring foreign swamps, no matter real or biotechnological ones, you need to watch your footing!
Thalia is lucky enough that a strange looking man named Getty happened to see her struggle and decided to help her.

I loved drawing this one! The scene itself was very inspiring and the background was such a joy to draw as it hit my love for natural backgrounds and unnatural colour tones perfectly!

Also - flying seacreatures make every drawing 29% more awesome each and every time 8D

_{Art © Natalia Komuniewska
Thalia and Getty © *Delvii
Spark brush [link] © ~JaponicaChan}

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PREV. - NEXT.
Cover [link]
First page [link]

Italian version [link]

More info [link] & [link] & [link]

CHAPTER 2, PART 1- NOVEL VERSION [link]
CHAPTER 2, PART 2- NOVEL VERSION [link]

I'm not very happy of this page and I hate the first panel But currently I haven't the time to redo it and by the way I had a lot of fun doing it and I love the second, the third and the sixth panels

Maska finally decides to join Aquene but ... well, he doesn't know the way Aquene plays!
Dyami is pretty pround of his sister even if doesn't like to admit that neither him is able to win the play with her

Please, don't write a ton of messages saying that these scenes remember "the lion king" and "the lion king 2"! I know it may rember them but, as I already said in the other pages, this play is inspired by the one that my dogs doing! and yes, my male dog sometimes falls on the ground with the back when he plays with my bitch XD

Here the map of the novel places so it's more simple to orient yourself

FEATURED CHARACTERS:

Tools used: a pencil for sketches, photoshop CS3 and my mouse

Some grass brushes (C)
Everything (C)

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PLEASE, DON'T STEAL OR USE THIS WORK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! THANK YOU!

Autumn Breeze

Tue, 21 Sep 2010 10:34:55 PDT

Something different from my usual style. Autumn is my favourite season! I love how a gust of wind can produce a miniature whirlwind of coloured leaves, everything just looks beautifully crisp and fresh.

This started as a doodle when I was practicing working with texture brushes, and although I failed miserably on the painting part I think it came out rather cute.

Avatar Enki

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 15:15:00 PDT

PLEASE FULL VIEW THIS.

Done for ~Avatar-OC-club's contest.

EXPRESSION SHEET
BUST SHOT

This is Enki, from the Southern Water Tribe, and he's the Avatar. *dodges rotten produce* Don't worry, he's not in Aang's timeline and mention of Aang's timeline is miniscule at best. Enki is a wannabe-historian who happens to be great at doing lots of stuff... as long as you dangle the "Let's Learn History" carrot in front of him. Once Mr. Carrot goes bye-bye, his interest goes bye-bye, too. He wasn't actually going to have the name "Enki" since I normally choose names from the Americas or from China and Japan, but this one just totally fit the bill. "Enki" literally means "God of the Soil" in Sumerian, because to the Sumerians water and soil are practically the same as both nourish plants. Enki is the God of the Sweet Waters, which is his title, and his name means "God of the Soil," if that makes ANY sense. XD;

I left out a lot of stuff in the description, but if anyone wants to know more about him beyond just that, just note me and I can summerize. It's just my fingers are getting soar and there aren't enough fields to put in other things. I may fill out *bibly's huge-ass character profile thingy that goes into the psychology of the character, but I think this is enough for now. w00t for typing this up in two hours!

Drawn in oC3, like usual. 'm not exactly in love with this pic, since it is rather unflattering, but I do like his hair and the line art. Full description below for those who like reading lots of text!
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Name: Enki (Named for the Sumerian "God of the Sweet Waters" who resides over Abzu, the watery abyss, and whose domains are water, magic, and wisdom.)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 160lbs.
Build: He is in wonderful shape underneath his clothing heavy clothing, well-built but certainly not overly muscular. Kinda normal-looking as long as he doesn't start showing off his pecs (which he'd never do anyway).
Hair Color: Dark chestnut brown.
Eye Color: Sea blue.
Haled From: Sourthern Water Tribe.
Hometown: Southern Water Tribe's tribal village. (I don't think it has a name. XD)
Current Residence: Ba Sing Se University campus; travelling around while doing studies with his buddies.
Occupation: student and teaching assistant for the school of history; the Avatar
Family: Father - Anghi (alive; fisherman for the tribe); mother - Tenan (alive; takes care of the family); brother - Jing (alive; 13 years old); brother - Korin (alive; 18 years old, apprenticing as a potter); sister - Ling-Yi (alive; 15 years old)
Scars/Distinctions: He wears glasses, which are a fairly new invention that a previous Earth Kingdom student at BSSU had invented as a final project. He's somewhat nearsighted, so he wears them for reading or staring at things that are far away, but he usually forgets he's wearing them so they just stay on his face for the most part.
Best Quality: He has a dazzling intellect and an amazing aptitude for finding and gaining knowledge. He loves learning new things, especially when it comes to historical events. He also has an undying, childlike curiosity about the world around him.
Greatest Flaw: He does not have a lot of self-confidence or self-assurance, which makes him overthink decisions to the point of putting himself and his friends into danger. He fears going into a situation and making the wrong decision, especially if that decision could mean the life or death of one or more people. Because of this anxiety, he also has acquired some irrational and unfounded fears, as well as some perfectly rational and founded fears.
Bending Skills: He's the Avatar, so he can bend all four elements. He's an expert waterbender and he's nearly mastered earthbending. He knows firebending is going to be a challenge, but he's keeping himself level about it.
Fighting Skills: He hates fighting and tries to avoid conflict for diplomacy, but if diplomacy fails he will fight to the best of his ability. He has been well trained in the bending arts and is definitely a formidible adversary, but he can still be overtaken if his mind isn't fully in the fight.
Weapon: He is proficient with rapiers and other martial piercing weapons, but prefers to not carry weapons with him other than a short sword that he hates using. As said, he would rather try diplomacy before going in and killing things.
Personality: He's rather passive when it comes to people he has just met or doesn't know very well, usually taking a backseat until the first words are spoken, but with friends he'll be a little more open and friendly, to the point of an almost complete turnaround from his usually reserved nature. He loves talking about history, especially when pertaining to the history of his homeland; he gets very fired up about it all and does wild, happy gestures in tune to what he's saying. He's fairly introverted otherwise, but not because he's unhappy, but just because he's thinking on this or that or feels it's inappropriate to speak. If he's being too quiet, just poke him and strike up a conversation about the penguin population of the South Pole in a given time period and he'll be up and at'em.

He is very afraid of certain things, especially his duties as the Avatar. He gets fairly anxious around situations where lives are at stake or there is a conflict that he can't resolve with words. He is, however, phobic of heights, so he'll never go into tall buildings past a certain point. (To be completely accurate, severe and paralyzing anxiety kicks in at about 50ft. He won't be moved higher from that point as he will no longer be fully functional, most likely clawing to get to lower ground. There's more, but it's all psychoanalytical and fairly indepth.)
Other Necessary Information: Because of his background in historical studies, he tends to dress more appropriately for the South Pole rather than for the Earth Kingdom climate of BSSU, always wearing his furs and warm clothing out of tradition. He doesn't really get hot or uncomfortable, but it makes people wonder if he's hot under all that thick fabric.

The beaded lock of hair on the right side of his head presents a feather from a rare arctic bird that his father had helped when it was injured long ago. He wears it so he can keep the spirit of his family and tribe near him where ever he goes. And he did the beading himself.

He's also allergic to papaya, but that's only been a recent discovery.
Background Information: Enki was born down at the bottom of the world, in the Southern Water Tribe. The tride has always been small and will continue to be small until Kingdom Come, it seems, but it suits the tribespeople just fine. Enki was born into the love-locked community and was christened with the strong name of "Enki" by his father with aid of the elders, born as the son of Anghi "The Great Whale Rider" and Tenan, his wife.

Enki's life was pretty uneventful for quite some time until he was old enough to learn how to control his waterbending abilities. At a young age his parents had learned of his great bending abilities, which was incredible for some of his age. He mastered waterbending by the age of 11, but it never really became a passion for him. Instead, at the tender age of 8, the stories his fellow tribespeople told around the icefire* at night during the great evening feasts became an obsession: he wanted to learn more but the absense of books in their tribe made it seem impossible. The tales of the great waterbender Katara, her brother, the Warrior Sokka, and their adventures with Avatar Aang made him interested in not only his own tribe's history, but of the history of the Avatars and of the world. His father did not approve of this interest at first, but the glow in his son's eyes when the old stories were told made him reluctantly approve.

By this time, Enki was 10 years old and the shamans of the northern tribe were coming south. They had not found the new Avatar amoung their people of the north, so they could only assume he was amoung the people of the Southern Tribe. They came with much bravado and made their presense known, a grand feast was held for them the very evening they arrived and in the morning, the ritual of finding the new Avatar began.

It was nearly sunset when Enki, the last of the children, was called. He took the innane trial, the shaman stroked their beards, then sent him away. The next day, they left without word or notice. Enki was somewhat saddened about this, however. He wanted to learn from their wisdom and all he ended up getting was the cold shoulder.

Time passed slowly, and though the tribe had become drawn into its usual mundanity, Enki was trying to get himself into Ba Sing Se University when not practicing his waterbending. He had heard that it was a grand place of learning and knowledge, so without his parents' permission, he began sending letters to the university, asking for admission. Each time, he recieved a letter back saying it could not be done; a 13-year-old boy cannot join the ranks of the best minds in the world--you're far too young to understand the fundamentals of our scholastic endeavors. He decided he would then wait three more years; 13 is the age of majority, but 16 is the age of true maturity and freedom.

The age of 16 came and he once more pleaded with the dean of the university to let him in. The letter was sent, but he would not be there for the reply: the day of reckoning had arrived. He and his family were urgently called to the Northern Water Tribe for a very important but unknown reason. Upon arriving at the sister tribe's gates, Enki was quickly raced toward the temple where the shamans had gathered. It was within this icey fortress before these icey men that he would learn something that would dash his dreams forever: he was the next Avatar of their world.

He came out utterly disillusioned. The shaman thought it was shock from finding out he was the Avatar and his whole life would change, but in his mind he could see his entire future falling into ruin. That evening, a feast was held in his honor, regaling his newfound glory with song, dance, and merriment. He hated it, but put on an obviously fake smile and went with it. Fate threw him a curve ball and he had to live with it.

The next morning he sought out the head shaman of the northern temple and asked him if his Avatar training would interfere with his dream of going to Ba Sing Se University and becoming an historian, writing down verbal lore from all over the four nations and most especially his home tribe. He certainly did not seem to understand the boy's interest but he said if he can get into the university then they could work something out with the university. This made the young Avatar greatly happy. Not only will he be learning new bending styles and possibly their history, but he'll be furthering his knowledge by going to BSSU!

Enki and his family finally returned to their home in the south, but Enki would not be there for long. As to further his Avatar training, he had to get together his belongings and move to the north where his abilities in waterbending could be properly gauged. Shortly before he was to leave, however, a letter of acceptance from BSSU arrived for him. His mother was so proud of him while his father was only mildly supportive. Even so, he wished his son luck.

Without fail, the ship to lead him away from his family for a long while arrived. Leaving his small tribal village was hard, but he stayed strong, vowing to return after he finishes his training and studies. He gave each member of his family a long farewell and all of his friends and tribesmen saw him off beside his tearful mother and family. It would be the last time he would see any of his family for a very long time.

After arriving at his new "home" in the north, he performed for the shaman of the temple as well as for the waterbending masters of the tribe. Each and every one found him to be an extraordinary waterbender. When pitted against the best of the best, he won hands down, even though he exuded an air of uncertainty each time. He didn't like besting everyone and recieving the fame and envy that was being put upon him. After spending about a year there he was sent off to the other nations to learn from their best.

But not without showing the elder shaman his acceptance letter from BSSU. To be truthful, they were not expecting him to actually be accepted, so they had not really planned for such a thing. After an emergency council meeting, they declared to him that they would speak with the dean and work out a deal where he could both get his Avatar training and still learn all there is to know about history. With this knowledge, he happily continued in his training.

He soon came to the realization that being the Avatar is like being the ultimate historian. Past lives can be relived in an attempt to right the historical wrongs of the world and to put together a great library of knowledge by writing down the stories that they know. He then bought himself several blank journals to write down notes and findings while on his great journey to becoming the Avatar. Questioning elders and going to festivals, he could use his Avatar title to aid in gaining insight into the pasts of the people of this world, securing that future generations will have the exact same knowledge to look back on!

Another year passed until the council of elders got back to him about his availability to attend BSSU. He was far into his earthbending training by this point, surpassing anyone's expectations; the shear excitement of him wanting to do all of these things invigorating him to excel past anyone's dreams. A letter came to him on a fairly rainy day in Omashu, and Enki was spending his time bending the water out of mud. With childish enthusiasm he opened the letter, his smile growing wider and wider as he carefully read each word, then ended his reading with a large "Yaaahoooooo!" that could be heard throughout most of the city. After finishing his earthbending training he could travel to BSSU and take their placement examination to see if he really was scholarly material. This even greater enthusiasm only shocked his instructors as he breezed through the rest of his training with flying colors and by winter of that year he was ready to take the journey to his Paradise-in-Waiting.

The journey took about a month, and he mostly hitchhiked his way there, carrying only his bag of writing provisions (journals, brushes, and inks), some jerkied beef, and a canteen of water. But it was worth the long trek. When he saw that momentous structure steepling forth on the horizon he knew he had found heaven; it was the most glorious site he had ever witnessed in his entire life. He felt almost unworthy to be entering such hallowed halls, even if he was the Avatar.

Upon his arrival that late afternoon, the dean (having heard word of his approach) was waiting for him at the gate and quickly prodded him in. He spoke of the test and that he would allow Enki to prepare some for it considering the odd circumstances and said that whenever Enki was ready they could administer the exam. Of course, Enki's eager nature for learning thrust him into overdrive. He spent the entire first evening in the library, reading as many books as humanly possible, and by noon the next day he proclaimed he was ready for his exam. The dean thought him crazy to be so impetuous and said that he could take the exam the next day, that way he could have time to set up a proctor for the exam. With a pout, Enki, now of age 18, waited for the next day, still studying hard that evening as well, and was then given the exam.

After a few days of assessing Enki's aptitude and integrity through the tests administered, the results were given to him and he recieved a passing grade. To be fair, he wondered if they let him pass, but the high score and the numerous correct answers proved that it was his intellect and capacity for learning that got him through, not his title. This meant that from now until he was done with both Avatar training and schooling from the university, he would be hopping from one location to another to earn achievement from both.

That brings us up to date. He has mastered waterbending and earthbending but has yet to start on airbending and firebending, and has nearly completed his primary degree in Historical Lore and is hoping to begin a secondary degree in Historical Archieval. He's still in "the zone" as it comes to learning, and he's already been off doing minor Avatar-related commitments. He has formed a small a band of friends to help him in his quest and make sure he stays away from tall buildings (vertigo is BAD, I say). He does all this while saving the world, which makes some people think he's crazy, but his friends know it's just because he's very excited about it all. And despite his uncertainty about being the Avatar, he is beginning to come to terms with it, but he still feels completely unworthy to be given such a grand title. The travels help to record the past as well as the present, so it is becoming a compromise.
World Status: Beyond his own village, he had not had previous contact with nor much knowledge of the world north of his position save for what he was told within stories his tribespeople had told around the fire. When he actually was sent off into the world by circumstance, he was highly unprepared (his own tribes library consisting of a maximum of twenty books, all of which he'd read several times) but extremely open to whatever oddities and wonders he may find. The world he entered was far different from what he had read in the ancient books of his tribe or heard in the tales told under the stars, finding that in their isolation his people had missed out on great events. Famine, war, plague, great kings and terrible dictators had washed over the different lands, bringing turmoil and truimph.

Within more recent centuries, a terrible dictator, Hiutai, had been vanquished during the earlier years of this century, leaving a lot of rebuilding that brought forth a small Industrial Revolution amoung the Fire Nation's domains and some of the Earth Kingdom's equitorial lands. Nearly 50 years ago, a great depression followed an unfortunate famine that had swept over Earth Kingdom lands, causing widespread grief amoung most of the planet and its inhabitants. Nearly a hundred years before then, a great plague had hurt a large chunk of the Northern Water Tribe and the northern portions of the Earth Kingdom, ceasing both's development industrially until the fall of Hiutai, which aided in the Earth Kingdom's industrial development, but the Northern Tribe still struggled due to a strange atmospheric phenomena that was making it warmer in that area. The Air Nomads have experienced minor turbulence from these events, but have otherwise continued in their ways.

Enki's arrival coincides with a great reconstruction of almost all the lands of the world, save for his own which has stayed reletively the same in its isolation for more than 200 years. This makes it even more astounding that Enki has made it into BSSU, not just because he's the Avatar, but because he is the first of the Southern Water Tribe to study there in a long time. Beyond Enki's own personal goals, he wants to also make the Southern Water Tribe more accessible to other lands and make it less isolated. He hopes with providing his tribe with the means to write more of its knowledge in books, perhaps even open a library, and the fact that the Avatar is from that tribe will stir more interest from other nations into wanting to do commerce or trade with his people. Their borders aren't closed, but being so far from the main continent makes it difficult for traders to want to journey so far just for trade. His hope is that his advocacy will make people want to come and that his passion for his tribe will make people want to help his people become more in tune with the world they live in and help them to make further contact, perhaps even entice traders from the northern continent to impart some of their more advanced technology to them so that they can have an easier time of travelling to the main continent along with the traders.
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*Apparently, for fire, Inuit people burn blubber/fat of animals as a fuel for their fires. My brother told me that it's called "icefire," since it's not fire from wood. Whether he's right or not, I dunno, but if he's not, just yell at me and I'll fix it. My brother maybe a history whiz, but he is wrong sometimes. Not all the time, but every once in a while. XD;

So much gothic is.....

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 05:31:53 PDT

well to make your gothic cartoon you will need-

1. a black pen, pencil, brush with pain , photoshop brush
2. spikes , collers, belts
3. dread, hair falls, black hair.
4. attitude
5. black make-up
6. some kind of poss that makes them look like a bitch
7. wings they always help to make thinks look stronger with more inpact for the depresion that you o so feel
8. add a star for femini valuve and your set.
9. important- big eyes

so there you go I did this in 20 secs to make a point make your own gothic caracter out of the vital parts remeber black and big eyes. I drew mine in ballpoints then scanned it ..photoshop is great when your to lazy to spend time colouring it in.

CDR: Renee

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 02:18:37 PDT

Character for

want to try and join next opening ; v ;/ <3

really happy with her fullbody picture > w < shall upload it by itself at a bigger size later~ <3

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♥ N a m e : Renee

♥ A g e : 27

♥ B i r t h d a y : Oct 23rd

♥ S p e c i e s : Bird Hybrid - Robin

♥ F a c t i o n : Red

♥ J o b : Dancer

♥ P e r s o n a l i t y :

Renee is a sweet and friendly young woman. She can be a little shy and quiet at first when first meeting someone, but after she warms up to you she'll be like an open book. She loves to dance but more in the form of in the air then on the ground, she has quite the talent for soaring around gracefully and skilfully for Audiences. She's a little forgetful at times and gets distracted easily so she might seem like a bit of an airhead, but shes quiet intelligent once she has her thoughts together. She's easily startled and embarrassed, which causes her feathers to poof up, she also tends to stay jumpy and edgy for a while after getting scared, takes a bit to calm her down. She's friendly but a little awkward in social situations, she tends to get confused and take conversations the wrong way (will think her talking partner is talking about something completely different to what they really are). Her wings are her pride and joy, shes very fussy over them. If they get dirty she'll usually use the next opportune moment to clean and brush them off. She also fuss's over them if they become messy and untidy, and if she loses feathers, she wigs out majorly, expect many cries from this burd.
When she stresses too much or goes into a large panic her feathers usually start to drop out, which after she finally calms down and snaps out of it will freak out once more at the lack of feathers now in her wings and the increase amount littering the floor around her.
Shes very easily amused and distracted and loves to learn about and try new things, she might be hopeless at whatever it is at first, but she'll try hard to learn and somewhat master it.

♥ H i s t o r y : Renee's history is a bit of a blur to her, she use to belong to a circus with her family when she was young, she worked with her mother and older sister, this is where she first learnt her skills as a dancer and in flight.
She's never known what happened, she cant recall what happened before hand or the events that took place, all she remembers is waking up alone in a town her circus had passed through, she had raced back to the spot as fast as she could where they'd set up, but the circus and her family were gone.

The reason for this happening was the fact of the matter was, Renees family were not the only Arial performers of their current circus, There was a second family of Bird Hybrids, A family of Mocking birds consisting of a father, son and daughter. The two familys kept a healthy rivalry between each other, though one of them not so much. The Daughter of the Mocking Birds was the same age as Renee, at first things between the two were fine, she was never bothered by the Robin, in fact her clumsiness in flight and dance amused her, but soon the little Robin learnt the way of the sky, it was then things began to change. The mocking birds daughter began to become envious of the Robin and her family, for their newly refined skills and audience pulling acts. The Family of Robins began to build excitement among their circus, becoming a main act that many came to see. The mocking bird family, like the rest of the circus were happy about their efforts, it meant more business for the circus and themselves, everyone was pleased however but one. The Mocking Birds daughter began to try and work against the Robins, trying to sabotage their acts, suddenly things started going wrong with their shows, ropes and ledges would suddenly get in the way, curtains would fall over them mid flight, at one stage the animals were set lose scaring the audience clear out of the tent, But everytime something happened, Renee would be one, or the only one present on stage, It was then a rumor began to spread throughout the circus that the bird was bad luck. The circus family at first ignored such words, but soon after event after event they grew more cautious, the family of Robins however denied any such story to be true. Then one night during a show another sabotage took place resulting in an injured wing and a fairly large hit to the head knocking the bird out cold. The little robin was taken back to the medical cart to rest, her family worried for her well being as well as current career, with an injured wing she wouldn't be able to preform in the air for quite some time. The remaining two robins were hesitant to leave their loved one but finally left her to rest, as the circus was moving towns that night and they needed to get back to their own cart, their worry remained though as they knew they wouldn't see her till they reached the next town, or if the ringmaster decided to stop everyone for a break during their travels. However as the family left the younger Robin, others among the circus took this to their advantage, consumed by the rumours of the bad luck the bird was bringing, and at the rate things were going it could cause a possible end to the lives they knew, they decided to use this opportunity to their advantage. A group of men quickly but quietly grabbed the still out cold bird, wrapping her up in a sheet and bag, and quickly made their way into the nearby town. They left the bird in a side street, hoping by the time she came round, they'd be out of sight and reach, with an injured wing they knew she wouldn't be able to fly after them in search. The men then returned to the circus to get the carts moving to travel forward, they told no one of their actions, so the circus as well as the Robin family were unaware they were just about to lose the little bird for good.

Once Renee woke she was disorientated and had not a clue what had happened, she'd raced back as fast as she could but the circus and her family were no where in sight.

Since then, she worked on the streets as a street performer, dancing for coin to spend on food and shelter.

Though the thought of losing her family as well as her circus so suddenly does pain her, and still not knowing how or why troubles her, the bird likes to rather focus on the love and treasured memories she has of her family and the circus. She hopes that one day she might be able to find such love again elsewhere.

♥ L i k e s :
-dancing
-flying/soaring/gliding
- fancy outfits
- keeping her wings neat, tidy and appealing
-compliments on said wings < w >
- fruity tasting treats and sweets

♥ D i s l i k e s :
- losing feathers, she wigs out lol
- having feathers pulled out, you'll get a backhand or heel to the face
- wings becoming dirtied, messy and out of place
- rudeness
- small spaces or getting locked in somewhere (a little
Claustrophobic)

♥ F a m i l y :
Mother and sister - whereabouts and conditions are unknown

♥ R e l a t i o n s h i p s : none atm :U

♥ M I S C/O t h e r I n f o r m a t i o n:
- when becomes overly flustered or frustrated her feathers tend to poof out
- normally has her hair tied up, tends to get blown around in her face when flying or if she adjusts her wings
- is very concious of where her wings are, tries her best not to bump things but does from time to time
- likes to fly at night when stressed to glide under the stars to relax herself, she finds it calming
-Dancing style similar to a ballerina
- can shapeshift/poof into a Robin
- travelled through all her childhood up till now, her mother was French and she was born in Paris, so is asked what nationality she is usually replies with french, if asked where shes from says "all over the place"

♥ R P m e t h o d s :
Skype and chatroom is best bet ; v ;/
notes (take a while sorry ; v ;

Checking his own teeth.

Tue, 11 Dec 2007 07:50:55 PST

A scene from "Fall of My Salvation" Ch. 2 by

The paladin leaned toward the mirror slightly and opened his mouth. He'd already brushed them while showering, so he knew they were clean. That's not what he was checking for. His teeth were still normal. He'd always had abnormally sharp teeth for a human. However, they were currently no sharper than they had always been....

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Fall of My Salvation Ch. 1
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Fall of My Salvation Ch. 2
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A some scene of a stoic priest. He was standing in front of a mirror undressed, revealing his great body. I found that it is a really hot moment

Tickled Pink

Tue, 31 May 2011 21:30:16 PDT

Warning, the text below does contain mature themes of an adult nature. If you do not enjoy or might be offended by this type of material, READ NO FURTHER. You have been warned! READING FURTHER SIGNALS YOUR DESIRE OR WILLINGNESS TO VIEW SUCH MATERIAL

PART I

They say in space, no one can hear you scream. The same is true in the lair of Xenjii Xang. For two days, the sadistic witch has been torturing Ultrawoman, and for the better part of a day and a half Xang has been able to inflict enough pain to make her captive cry out when it suited or even just amused her.

Wasnt looking for you, the bondaged blonde grunted out between labored gasps. Ive been flying over the entire city, not just over your piece of real estate.

I have found that there is no such thing as coincidence, Xenjii Xang said calmly as she picked up a surgical instrument from the steel tray. She noticed with no small amount of pride that Ultrawoman flinched slightly at the soft metallic sound of the dental diagnostic being lifted. Normally used by dentists to probe teeth and gums Xang has found the sharp pointed thin metal probe to be a most effective interrogation tool.

Why have you been flying over my base, the Asian sorceress asked again. Do you have an arrangement with the Crimson Conservative? she asked as she gently placed the pointed tip of the dental tool just inside Ultrawomans right ear.

For the hundredth time Ultrawoman strained to break free of the bondage device holding her immobile, and for the hundredth time she failed. Even had she the use of her powers, she lacked leverage, and the sturdy device was built to hold supers; meaning breaking free would be difficult even at her best.

Vyr-Na was very much aware that she was far from at her best right now.

There is no use trying to escape. Your restraints are of Klottenbergs own design, and were constructed to her exact specifications. Being as familiar as you are with her work, you must realize your situation is without hope.

Fuck you bitch! When I get free, and I will, I am going to

Ultrawomans own scream cut short her threat, as Xang drove the dental tool inside the captive womans ear pressing hard. Xenjii has discovered early that while the Rada Han negated Ultrawomans powers the woman remained totally invulnerable. She felt pain, but all efforts to pierce the muscular blondes skin and make her bleed had failed. Even now, pushing as hard as she could, Xenjii Xang was unable to puncture the eardrum.

This is getting us nowhere, the Asian woman said with frustration as she dropped the tool back onto the tray. Perhaps I do not need to know what you were doing. You are my prisoner. Whatever you were planning is thwarted. Xenjii Xangs superiority has once again been proven and I have triumphed over my enemy.

Vyr-Nas only response were her choked sobs of suffering as she tried to breathe through the torment and manage it. While she had so far remained uninjured during her captivity she had to admit that her torturer knew how to inflict pain.

I could sell you I suppose, Xang went on. Any number of governments would pay to have you and learn your secrets. Theyd want to weaponize you of course. Perhaps replicate you, she said as she inspected the restraints holding Ultrawoman secure. There is also an underground market for captured supers among elite collectors. The spoiled, bored, rich who get a thrill owning and controlling the powerful such as you.

Satisfied the bondage device was effective, and her prisoner secure, the sorceress stepped back into view looking into the helpless womans green eyes. The danger there however is that governments are arrogant and incompetent. Collectors get complacent. You could very well escape, and where would that leave me?

At the top of my list, Ultrawoman snarled.

So you see my problem. You deny any interest in me, yet you fly over my base almost every day. I cant turn you over to some incompetent who will eventually lose control of you, and let you escape to seek revenge upon me. Unless you become more cooperative, you leave me no choice but to kill you.

PART II

Ultrawoman had lost all sense of time. While she had only been captive two days now, having been tortured to unconsciousness several times she had no way of knowing just how long she had been a prisoner. Her breasts hurt like hell, and her nipples were in agony as Skipper Klottenbergs devices tried relentlessly and unsuccessfully, to milk her.

One of the many interrogation tools Xenjii Xang had utilized was electricity, and the Asian woman had become intrigued when she noticed the prisoners breasts increasing in size as the electrical current was applied. On the chance that perhaps milk was being produced, and that milk might have magical properties, Xang was determined to harvest it. Having been unsuccessful in achieving this goal, she began experimenting, trial and error, with different sources of energy looking for one that might give her what she wanted. At present she was directing a variable frequency laser at the Velorians sex, and noting its effect on the prisoner.

What is the source of your magic?, Xang demanded. Do you have a talisman? Is your clothing enchanted? Or is it innate magical ability within you?

Not magic, Vyr-Na replied weakly. All-ready tole you thahttt, she said with a slurred voice.

Do not lie to me, Xang snapped, increasing the intensity of the laser. The Rada Han only works on the gifted. The instant I activated the spell, you went down like a twenty dollar whore. Lying to me only makes it worse for you.

Okay please.enough. Ill tell you, Ultrawoman pleaded. Just turn it off!

Ill meet you half way, and turn it down, her captor said arrogantly. What is the source of your magic. How did you become so powerful?, she demanded eager to learn how to steal such power for herself.

My bracelets, Vyr-Na lied. My power comes from my bracelets.

Really?, Xenjii Xang smiled. This was going in a direction she liked. If she could gain Ultrawomans powers by wearing her bracelets

Yes, Ultrawoman went on weakly. The bracelets have been passed down from ancient times. They are legend among my people.

Tell me more. Tell me everything!

Please.I cant think. Too much pain. Turn off the laser. Ill tell you everything.

Tell me everything, and I will turn off the laser.

A look of indecision seemed to pass over her face, and then as if having reached a decision, Vyr-Na answered. Okayokay.what do you want to know?

Do the bracelets work on anyone?

They can, but only if you bond with their magic. And if your Rada Han didnt taint the magic.

How do you bond with it, the Asian woman asked almost salivating.

The laser

Will be turned off when you have answered all my questions.

Again Ultrawoman hesitated. Okay. Ill tell you, she said with a weak and defeated voice. Its my tattoo. The warriors of my world worship sea gods. Legend says each god bestows a gift to his chosen. Some are vicious fish like your sharks. Others like your whales. Mine is similar to what on earth would be called a giant octopus. I carry its mark on my flesh. It allows me to use the bracelets

Bullshit, Xang barked, intensifying the lasers output!

Gahhhhhh, I swear, Ultrawoman pleaded her eyes flooded with tears. I cannot stand any more of this. I swear I am telling you the truth. The octopus on my skin. It moves, she screamed. It moves. I swear it. Look at it! I swear!

Smiling, the Torturess ran her fingers over the console reducing the power again. She had observed the tattoo on the alien womans ass move about, and while intriguing; she had written it off as merely a curiosity. Perhaps it was more important than she originally had thought. How would we transfer yourgifts to me?

No. It is the only thing keeping me alive, Ultrawoman answered in a meek voice. If I surrender my power I would be helpless.

Surrender your power to me and I promise to release you. Without your magic you would be no threat to me and I have no reason to kill you. Youd be forced to go underground. Hiding from the heroes of Angel Falls. Ill let you live just because it will bring me great pleasure to have you live out the remainder of a mediocre life with the knowledge that the great Xenjii Xang defeated you so completely.

What other choice do I have?, Vyr-Na sobbed.

You have none, but I am a woman of my word, Xang lied. No harm will come to you, she promised as she deactivated the energy beam.

PART III

Goldrush. In addition to negating their abilities, prolonged exposure to gold induces an erotic condition in Velorians which has been dubbed, Goldrush. And though they remain completely invulnerable, their skin becomes highly sensitized as a side effect of the gold intoxication. The pain inflicted on Ultrawoman by Xenjii Xangs tortures had, up until now, overwhelmed any pleasurable sensations might have experienced, and the heartless sadist had no interests in administering a softer touch to her prisoner.

The soft touch on the other hand, was where Skipper Klottenbergs interests, and perhaps to some degree, her fetish, lay. The bubbly blonde had stumbled onto something unexpected earlier when the Crimson Conservative had been similarly restrained. Now Ms. Klottenberg had developed the quite unscientific theory that perhaps all supers, under the right conditions might share Connies peccadillo. A theory that until now she had not had an opportunity to test.

I cant tell you how thrilled I am to meet you, Skipper gushed with what sounded like genuine appreciation. Ive been an admirer for some time, and youve inspired me to do some of my best work.

Always a pleasure to meet a fan, the Velorian responded, with just a shadow of sarcasm in her voice. If you release me from this construct, Ill give you an autograph.

Oh I am afraid I cant do that, Skipper responded, either not noticing Ultrawomans tone, or choosing to ignore it. Im on guard duty, with specific instructions to keep an eye on you and make certain you do not escape. Xenjii Xang was very clear about that. And as it says in the Junior Henchperson guide book, the animated blonde waved about a well worn paperback, a hench-girl will always follow the villains instructions to the letter.

Thats a Danielle Steele novel, Vyr-Na noted, not sure what to make of her guard.

It only LOOKS like a Daniel Steele novel, Skipper retorted tossing the book aside casually. You dont expect the publisher to actually put the title on the cover do you?

Of course not, Ultrawoman replied, seriously unsure if the blonde were a simpleton or just insane. Again she flexed experimentally, and was rewarded by a creaking sound as the metal restraining her was stressed.

Youre not going to break out of that, Skipper said confidently. I designed it to exacting specifications and it was built of the highest quality materials. I have always said that a Klottenberg could hold even Ultrawoman, and this proves me right, she said with a beaming smile. I dont suppose I could get some sort of an endorsement from you could I? I already kinda told a few people that youre a satisfied customer, and it would silence a few critics who say I am lying about that.

But you are lying, Ultrawoman pointed out as she continued to strain against the machine holding her, stalling for time.

I wouldnt be if you give me your endorsement, Skipper answered in a hurt tone. Perhaps a demonstration of some of the Klottenbergs features will make you reconsider, she said as she half walked, half skipped to the control console.

Demonstra.. the Velorian didnt finish her question as Skippers fingers danced expertly over the console. Ultrawoman braced herself for more pain, but was instead surprised by a gentler sensation as something soft and feathery brushed against the taunt skin of her ribcage. Despite herself, she twitched at the touch, her skin sensitized by the prolonged gold exposure.

Weve got some time until Xenjii Xang gets back with your bracelets, Skipper said, and I want to test my theory before she takes your powers for good.

Shes not going to.., Ultrawoman was again cut off by the caress of something gently touching her, this time over her breast.

Of course she is, the perky blonde said as she made some adjustments. She is going to win. Madame Xang always wins.

Shes never met anyone like me before, the alien woman said sharply.

So far, you have been less than impressive, Skipper said in a most serious tone. Xenjii has gone up against you once now, and she has won every time. Come to think of it, perhaps I DONT need your endorsement. How much influence can an non-ultra Ultrawoman really have? she taunted as she finished entering a sequence into the control console.

Immediately the peripheral devices around the bondage device whirred to life and moved into their respective positions and commenced their functions.

At first it did not seem so bad. Ultrawoman was able to remain focused and ignore the touch of the machines for several minutes, however her system was flooded with adrenaline from her earlier torture, and there was the devastating effect of gold intoxication working against her as well. Her sensitized skin formed goose bumps, then began to twitch as it was caressed, stroked, and poked in a sinisterly premeditated manner.

Ultrawoman, who has literally had an Abrams tank dropped on her without effect or discomfort, gradually found herself in a losing battle, that ended as she burst out laughing uncontrollably, her body convulsing.

Skipper Klottenbergs blue eyes sparkled in delight as the once powerful Ultrawomans resistance crumbled and the muscular blonde thrashed about helplessly in the bondage rig restraining her. Laugh and the world laughs with you Ultrawoman, Skipper said chuckling with delight.

Stahhp.stop, Vyr-Na gasped unable to draw more than the shortest of breaths between laughter spasms.

I dont want to stop, Skipper said gleefully.

Ill endendorse you, Ultrawoman promised.

I dont want your endorsement anymore, Youre a loser, and losers dont carry any clout.

Never been tickled, the alien villainess shrieked as she bucked and jerked about in her limited range of motion. Cant stand it.stopplease do anythingyou want.

Youre not like Connie, Skipper noted as she bent her fingers like claws and began dragging her nails over the Velorians taunt stomach muscles. She was hard as stone, but youre more cuddly. I like it, she cooed as Ultrawomans stomach muscles spasmed again and again.

PART IV

Xenjii Xang entered the room carrying Ultrawomans wrist bracers, and found herself in a complete state of disbelief at what she saw.

Welcome back, her cheerful blonde cohort said.

What did you do to her? the Asian woman asked looking at the sweaty and exhausted Ultrawoman hanging motionless in her bondage. The womans hair was drenched with sweat, and her body glistened in the harsh fluorescent light of the room.

Just proving ME right, and YOU wrong, Skipper answered smugly. I am two for two in proving that these Amazon types share a universal susceptibility to being tickled.

Dont be ridiculous. Thats not possible.

Looks possible to me, the bouncy blonde said gleefully, nodding at the gasping woman.

Xang stared at the exhausted blonde for several long moments, before saying, You tickled her. And it worked?

Just like before, Skipper said, with the other one. I even got her to tell me some cool stuff before you interrupted us.

What kind of stuff? Already Xenjii Xang had mixed feelings. If Ultrawoman gave up any valuable secrets of course she wanted to know what they were. But she was a bit concerned that her perky partner might now decide that she wanted to test her ridiculous theory that all muscular metas were ticklish on some other super, which would no doubt end in disaster. Disaster that could very well envelop them both.

Who cobbles those great boots she wears for instance. Did you know they are custom made for her? And her costume isnt just for style. It has all kinds of cool stuff it can do.

You have discovered the secret of her keen fashion sense. I am impressed.

Thats not all. She has a secret identity. I betchya didnt know that much less what it is.

Actually THAT, is interesting. What is her

Xenjii Xangs voice tapered off as she focused her attention on the collar around Ultrawomans neck. The distressed villainess hair was obscuring her view but something seemed wrong..

Skipper?

Yes?, she answered, noting the change in her partners demeanor.

Is the collar on Ultrawoman still gold? Is the spell holding? Transmutation spells can be unstable and if the gold reverts back to base metal, then the Rada Han will not neutralize magic any longer.

I didnt notice, Skipper admitted.

Go check it.

Why me?

What are you afraid of? Shes in a machine of your own design, and you, as unbelievable as it seems, just broke her like she was a school girl, Xenjii Xang chastised her cohort as she moved toward the prisoner to see for herself. She cant hurt

Ultrawoman groaned softly, her head slowly turning away from her captors.

Twin beams of heat vision lanced out from her green eyes striking the control console causing it to explode in a pyrotechnic shower of sparks and flame.

Ummmm its not gold anymore, Skipper squealed in panic as the servos, motors, and hydraulics on the bondage device failed. Do something!

Wisps of steam rose off of Ultrawomans body as her skin heated up from her straining against the machine holding her prisoner. Without the motors and hydraulics to enhance its physical strength, the metal holding her began to shriek. There was a loud BANG like a shotgun as the first restraint point failed and the sophisticated alloy shattered. Then another and another as the enraged alien gained better leverage and continued rapidly freeing herself.

Xenjii Xang raised her hands to utter an incantation but the explosive sound of the metal so violently failing again and again made it hard for her to focus. While she did not panic per say, the pressure of the situation, as well as having smoked a joint ten minutes earlier made it harder to concentrate and she found herself unable to remember the transmutation spell to reactivate the Rada Han.

Ultrawomans eyes met those of Xenjii Xang as she grasped the collar and ripped it from her own neck like it was aluminum foil, and smiled at the Asian woman with no humor. My turn, she said with venom in her voice.

I dont think so, Xang replied. Looking to Skipper the Asian sorceress shook her head sadly, I am genuinely sorry, she said, a heartbeat ahead of teleporting away to safety leaving her pink clad partner alone with their enemy.

Oh god, no, Skipper whispered, almost in tears, and trembling in fear. Dont leave me.please

Remember me, Ultrawoman asked? Im that bitch who aint so tough,

Dont hurt me, please, Skipper begged. I was never going to hurt you. I was just . . .

Im not going to hurt you, Ultrawoman assured the frightened woman. Not permanently anyway. In fact I have a little project for you. Do you think you could make one of those things for me, she said pointing to the damaged bondage device, that could hold a woman with four arms?

Credit where credit is due:

Events take place in the city of

First off, the art is by: He is great to work with, and a really fun person to talk to. Check out his galleries and give him every consideration for your commission needs.

Xenjii Xang and Skipper are the property of and is used with permission. Again, he is great to work with, and if you are looking for a collaboration partner you need to contact him.

Again, apologies to my two partners on this project. This is literally months behind schedule.

Sincere thanks to everyone for their patience.

Yoki Safari Character Line Up

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 10:03:03 PDT

Hey folks!

So, the main characters of "The Quest for Love with Yoki Safari" have gone through some redesigns as of late, and I decided now was a decent time to show them off.

From left to right:

Yoki Safari: Warrior princess of Turnover and our hero, Yoki is in search of a suitor to join her as ruler of the kingdom once her father loses his sanity to the point of no longer being a functional king. Yoki is smart, has great instincts, and can wield a gun and a sword like nobody's business, but she's somewhat socially inept and a bit tomboyish.

Jules: Yoki's relationship manager, found cowering behind a bush during an important scene of peril in the first issue. he claims to work in the castle library and be employed by the royal family, but there is no record of this...

Durango Safari: King of Turnover, Durango was cursed to slowly lose his sanity by the rain-bringing Mist Stone. A man of adventure and excitement, his insanity brings about some seriously irrational decisions and situations.

Carmine Carlisle: Tasked with keeping Yoki from falling in love - for reasons unknown by a client unknown - Carmine is a self-conscious succubus who often complains about her weight and appearance. One thing she does take pride in is her ability to mix potent potions for every occasion.

Prince Albeckus Nimbus of Unicornia: Though not a main character, Albeckus is the first potential suitor for Yoki. King Lancel of Unicornia hears of Durango's plight and tries to pawn his young, bratty son off on the desperate monarch's daughter. Albeckus is kidnapped by a gang of pirates and disaster ensues. ;D

The other three characters pictured are other potential suitors, but it's far too early to show any of them right now. If you saw my portfolio at Dragon Con, then you've seen them. If not, you probably haven't. But hey, there's a sneak-peak of one of them poking out from the pixelated area! How titillating!

Anyway, enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Adobe Photoshop CS, brush tool.

_{"The Quest for Love with Yoki Safari," all related characters, logos, and synopses are (c) me, Andrew "Drew" Green. This image is not for use in any way, shape, or form without my permission first. Thank you.}

Snowboarding

Sat, 10 Dec 2011 22:45:08 PST

This started out as art block (I was having some serious trouble drawing his head today X.x)
In the picture Xon tried to pull off a stunt, and ends up running into a snow monster. After he pulls off a back flip, or half of a flip he falls on his face
No use of brushes, and filters. Just me, the smudge tool, basic hard, and soft brushes along with the pentool, with layer settings

Dance, Sea, Dance

Fri, 28 Nov 2008 08:46:16 PST

Wuz listening to FOB's MJ cover BEAT IT... n got addicted... n feel like doing 1 of my ~~sues~~ characters... hey she's juz a character dammit...

Yep Sea's dancing to Beat It. Work it!!

Seattle (c) me. Here's her other pic... [link]
brushes by ~env1ro n ~luana
Beat It (c) Michael Jackson, covered by Fall Out Boy

Transformers vs Gobots: Pt 6.5

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:59:08 PDT

Gobotron was silent.

Renegades and Guardians roamed the surface of Gobotropolis, navigated its airspace in silence. Few had spoken since the change. Leader-1 left explicit instructions for every Guardian, making it a point to see them individually before departing on the journey to Cybertron. Those that passed one another exchanged uneasy glances, remembering Leader-1's words to them. Blane had pulled aside only a few Renegades, Night Fright, Warpath and Loco, and left them with orders of his own. Order number one: avoid the Guardians. Blane stressed that they would take care of business when he returned, and only when he returned. Until then they were under the rule of his elite trio. They celebrated their augmented abilities for a while, but as the time passed they too fell silent, waiting for Blane's inevitable return.

Tri-Trak of the Guardians' Secret Riders rumbled down the street, a red spot against the landscape. His new body sported three all terrain, rounded treads instead of regular tires, his nameless vehicle mode a cross between a motorbike and armored car. He glided easily over the surface. Tork rolled beside him, now an armored truck sporting an impressive arsenal atop his curved, studded roof. His deep blue metal looked black in the fading light. Twister hovered above them and kept speed. He was silent, too concerned with the task at hand to fully enjoy his new body.

Tri-Trak drifted in his mind, back to that sterile room where Leader-1 lay in pieces after the change, his body ravaged and barely recognizable. His voice so weak.
"I don't understand Leader-1, why didn't you change?" he pulled his gaze away from his broken leader, unable to maintain eye contact.
"Don't... worry, Tri-Track. I need... to be like... this, for now." Leader-1 raised a feeble hand and beckoned him to come closer. Tri-Trak obliged and knelt beside him.
"What are you doing, Leader-1? I know you're planning something, why won't you tell us?"
"Shh..." Leader-1 closed his eyes, sparks crackled across his chest. "We've been lucky... to get... another chance. I need you to trust... me." He opened his eyes and looked at Tri-Trak, his eyes suddenly sharp, focused. "Do you?"
Tri-Trak felt his throat tighten, his eyes stung as he placed a hand over Leader-1's. "Of course I do, I just..."
"I need you, and the Secret Riders to..." he drew Tri-Trak closer and whispered something in his ear, then let go. Tri-Trak looked at him, confused. "That's it? I don't undestand-are you sure?"
Leader-1 nodded. "Need you to understand... I... failed you all once... won't fail you... again."
"Dammit Leader-1, no one blames you for-"
"Please send... Tork."
Tri-Trak hesitated, frustrated, then nodded. "Yes Leader-1."

He came back to himself with a start, the memory of his last encounter with Leader-1 fading. Some of the Guardians boarded the new Command Centers and left with Leader-1 when the time came, the rest remained on Gobotron, every one of them moving with a purpose. They were all told not to tell the others what their instructions had been, to keep any and all communication limited to one or two word exchanges, preferably hand gestures if they could do so. Most importantly, they had all been told to keep their minds as clear as possible. Worry, doubt, fear, had to be pushed aside in favor of the task they were given. Leader-1's words echoed in their minds "Give Unicron nothing, that gives us a chance."
They didn't understand, Tri-Trak certainly didn't understand, but he would do what was asked of him. Because Leader-1 had asked him to do this, and if a Gobot couldn't believe in him, what could they believe in?
He turned a corner, Tork beside him, and drove towards a towering spire that loomed against the night sky. Gobotropolis was covered in these things, they sprouted from the surface like weeds, noticably larger numbers were near the connection points of the ring projected from the small sphere. They looked strange, jutting from the ground only a few feet from actual buildings. Two other Guardians passed him, heading in the opposite direction. They flashed their lights twice in unison and continued. Tri-Track neared the spire and rolled to a halt. Tork kept driving, leaving Tri Trak behind as he rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Glancing up, he saw Twister shoot off towards another building and circle it. He was joined by Wrong Way, who, for the first time Tri Track could remember, was not going the wrong way. He shook his head and walked towards the spire, raised a closed hand, and tapped the side three times.
CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
Instantly, it came alive with lights that grew from the base and curled up the length of metal. Small grooves carved into the structure lit up, flickered, and then died down to a faint glow. This one sounded hollow. Odd. He noted the difference, tucked it away in his memory, then cleared his head. Tri Trak stared a moment, trying to keep his mind empty but couldn't help but wonder why Leader-1 had asked him to do this. What was to be gained by knocking on these spires? None of the tasks really made any sense, when he tried to think about what everyone else might be doing, it did little more than give him a headache. He peppered his thoughts with ancient Gobotronian speak, running the words backwards through his head until he decided he'd taken long enough. He shifted back to his vehicle form, started his engine, and sped off as the lights faded completely. He was less than a mile from the spire when Tork rejoined him, the light 'whup-whup-whup' of Twister's chopper blades told him the trio was complete again-until the next go-round.

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Leader-1 stood in a small empty room. The scar on his chest no longer sparked, but the subsiding pain didn't make him feel any better. He waited, anticipating.
Then it came.
Leader-1 dropped to his knees, hands clasped around his head as the pounding behind his eyes felt like it would split his skull. It was Unicron, boring into his mind- or rather, trying to. Leader-1 tried to fight the searing pain jolting his mind with every thought he tried to form. He arched his back and screamed at the ceiling. He barely recognized the sound, it was so primal, the guttural roar of a frightened but deadly animal. It scared him. He felt his hands grow hot and could smell the wisps of smoke rising from the joints in his body. Unicron said nothing, the pain arcing through Leader-1's body made the Gobot wonder why the demon was torturing him yet again, but then it dawned on him; Unicron was growing frustrated.
It was more than his impatience to have Cybertron, his anger stemmed from his annoyance at the Gobots themselves. The Guardians crawling across Gobotropolis-his new center of being, were acting strange, every one of them moving in a disjointed, yet almost organized pattern. Their thoughts came in short bursts, clouded by words pulled from their nonsensical ancient tongue. And yet their actions meant nothing to him, they were simply...irritating static. True, he could punish them, but for what? It would have been a waste of precious energy to torture the Gobots for technically doing nothing, so instead his anger manifest itself as a painful reminder to Leader-1.
"Why am I still waiting for Cybertron, Leader-1?"
"We..." he gritted his teeth, pushing the words out in short bursts, "...willl...just...need...to be... patient..."
"Speak not to me of patience. When mine runs out, so will the time of your pitiful race."
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They clustered around the room, listening to Leader-1's side of his conversation with Unicron. Heads bowed, their eyes searched the floor. SmallFoot's mouth turned down, she tried her best to stifle the tears stinging her eyes and failed. Leader-1 had accepted Unicron's terms on their behalf, but in remembering the pain it caused them to hear Unicron speak, he asked the dark being to communicate with him, and only him. He was funneling a message they were all supposed to hear as well as the pain. They could tell from his screams, it was excruciating. Because it was meant for all of them. And yet he never complained, content to accept the burden. Whe she couldn't take anymore she broke away and retreated to the bridge. Turbo motioned for Scooter to go with her and he obliged.

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Leader-1 lay on the floor, curled into a fetal position, eyes wide and blank. He stared at his hand, watching the pinky twitch as he thought about what had happened on Cybertron. The sickness clenched his inner circuits, made him want to vomit. That hand. He'd shot Optimus Prime in the back with that hand. Optimus, whose voice swelled with compassion when he heard about the Gobots' plight. It made what he had to do so much harder...
A jolt of pain ripped through his system, he curled tighter, relaxed as it passed. He sighed.
"I... deserve... this." He managed a feeble whisper.
He had lied to Prime, feigned ignorance of Cybertron and their people, pretended to be surprised by Prime's explanation of the Matrix and what it was. He already knew, just like he and Blane knew about all the Autobots and Decepticons. Unicron had seen to that, loading the two leaders' minds with names and faces. How else could they have known who to send where? How else would they have been prepared to deal with the likes of Fort Max?

He waited for the worst of the pains to subside, then forced himself slowly to his feet, ignoring the sharp pangs of soreness racing through him. He straightened up as best he could, eyes closed in an attempt to steady himself. His head swam as he reached for the door and slowly pulled it open. Turbo stood before him.
"Hey, you alright?"
Leader-1 was quiet a moment, then, "Yeah, fine."
Turbo stared at him, worry permeating his expression. He couldn't tell what Leader-1 was thinking anymore, the bot hadn't been the same since Unicron decimated their armada. True, they were all different now, just look at Scooter and SmallFoot, but still... "I..." Turbo stumbled with the words, he wasn't good at pep talks, he was used to getting them... and he didn't even know if pep was what Leader-1 needed right now. "Leader-1, ya know we're all behind ya in this, right?"
Leader-1 felt his eyes heavy on him and sighed. "I just can't help but think that maybe... maybe there was some other way. What if I'm wrong, about everything?"
"Hey," Turbo swatted Leader-1's shoulder, "If there was another way, I know you woulda thought of it! We're in this with ya, to the end." he hesitated, "And I ain't just sayin' that. You've got a whole buncha Guardians sayin' the same thing."
Leader-1 tried his best to smile, but it faltered. Instead he nodded. "I appreciate it Turbo, you have no idea how much."
"Just keep doin' what you're doin'. We don't want to lose you. Not to Unicron, not to Prime... and not to yourself."
He gave Leader-1 another swat on the shoulder and pointed towards the bridge.
"Now what say we tell the Renegades to beat it? Scoot says they haven't heard nothing from em since we split from Gobotron, and they ain't answerin' anyone's hails."
"We do need them off Earth," Leader-1 felt the strength in his legs returning, the sickness pulling away. Good. He had be peak efficiency when dealing with Blane. "They should have done enough damage to the Decepticons by now, it's time for phase two."

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AJ and Nick sat on the edge of their bed, early rays of the morning sun shone through the drapes and checkered the floor. AJ looked down and adjusted her wedding band. She always did when she was thinking, unaware that Nick noticed her doing it more and more over the last few weeks.
"I don't understand, what's a Transformer? How is it we've never heard about them until now?"
"The same reason they've never heard of the Gobots, or us I guess. Matt said it's like a split personality, one can exist for years without knowing the other one's there."
"But how could we not know about the world being in danger?"
Nick sighed, "I think we knew, just, we probably assumed it was the Renegades. I mean, isn't that who it usually turned out to be?"
Nick shook is head. "Matt's told me some wild stuff. Remember the ripples of displaced time rifts that appeared a few years ago?" AJ nodded.
"Wasn't caused by the Renegades. It was something else. Same thing for the atmospheric disruptions in 99. The Guardians were away on a mission, and someone had to have solved the problem."
AJ sighed and pulled a braid of hair from her face.
"I don't understand how they could never have run into each other, or didn't know about each other until now.
"They've never had a reason to, they've never looked for each other. They both disguised themselves as cars, planes, whatever. They've probably passed each other dozens, probably hundred of times and never known it."
"So, what's changed?"
"Something-or someone named Unicron. The Transformers encountered him years ago and managed to beat him before he devoured their world. But he came back, and when he did, he took over Gobotron. Now, to get him to leave their planet, they have to give him Cybertron."
A.J was aghast, "What?! There's no way Leader-1 would go along with that!"
Nick shook his head. "It seems like he has, but from the sounds of it, things are a little more... complicated than they seem. He's asking for our help A.J, we have to help him, help the Guardians."
"No!" she stared at him as if he'd sprouted horns, "Since when is it okay to sacrifice others for your own sake?!"
Nick sighed, "A.J, if some madman kidnapped you and I didn't know how to get you back..." his eyes met hers, his face stern, "I'd do things I wouldn't be proud of. So help me A.J, I'd do it and try to live with the guilt."
"That doesn't justify it at all! Besides... Leader-1 would have found another way..."
"Maybe he did, I don't know... Matt doesn't know. AJ, things are really bad now. He said he needs us, said they need us. How many times have they saved not just us A.J, but the world? We owe it them, we have to go."
"They need us?!" A.J's hazel eyes flashed with anger, They left, and then Matt, that self righteous creep, kicked us out of UNECOM!" She looked at her hands, turning them over and examining the palm. "After we outranked their top guys..." she grimaced, "After they peeled off our skin and..."
"That's why he needs us. No one else can help like we can." He reached for her and pulled her close. "I love you more than anything. But... if you don't want to do this," he paused, placed a hand to her chin and turned her face to his. He kissed her deeply, "then neither do I. I'll call Matt right now and tell him to stick it."
A.J drew back suddenly, stood and walked around the bed towards the door. Nick couldn't help but admire her figure as she leaned against the doorframe, head bowed, arms crossed, braided hair falling against her face. She brushed it aside absently, then let it fall back. She was lost in her own head, thinking about the times the Guardians had been there to help them, rescue them and save the Earth. How could she say no? But then again, hadn't they just left without so much as a goodbye? And what about the life she was hoping to build with Nick? Four wonderful years they'd had together UNECOM free. They'd bought a house, a quaint little home where they could settle down, live life, start a family. The doctors said if they just kept trying, eventually they could-
Something warm touched her cheek.
Her eyes snapped open and she saw Nick standing before her. He was wiping a tear from her cheek. She looked at him. He would do it. If she told him no, he really would call Matt and tell the old badger to shove it. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "Call Matt."

**********

Jazz cast an angry eye at the communicator in his hand labeled Earth Base II and thrust it at Blaster with his good arm.
"Here, YOU talk to him, I give up."
Blaster transformed and looked at the comm like Jazz just tossed a mini sharkticon at him, but took hold and tapped the speak button, unlocking a string of words from Blurr that had apparently not stopped since Jazz put him on hold.
"-we'reunderattack here onEarthMAYDAYMAYDAYMAYDAY!"
"Okay, calm down Blurr and- ok, ok they're- wait- they're what?!"
Blaster looked about the room, eyes growing wide as his processors dissected what sounded like a single multi-syllable word pouring from Blurr into sentences. The Throttlebots arrived, following Topspin and Twintwist through the hole in the wall serving as their door. They looked on silently while Perceptor, Roadbuster and Whirl crowded nearer, all sharing the same mask of confusion. Jazz turned to Blaster, his expression visible despite the visor covering his eyes.
"There's been an attack on Earth. Different guys but..." he hesitated, then, "Says they may have lost Defensor, doesn't know how many others..." The distress call ended with a 'click', Blaster looked at the communicator, wondering if things on Earth had been as bad as they were on Cybertron.
Fastlane, who had been leaning against the wall and listening, looked the most shaken of the Transformers present. He barely raised his head and asked "What... what are we going to do?"
"We go after them."
All heads turned to the doorway that framed Optimus Prime and Elita-1. There was a hardness in his voice that made Jazz flinch. Prime turned to Blaster, "How many Autobots can you reach?"
"Don't know, most of our communication towers were pretty banged up, and with the suddenness of the attack, we're scattered. Anyone not here's going to be using the emergency frequencies, but I'll try 'em all if I have to."
Prime considered the situation for a moment, then, "I want you to send word to Shockwave, he's to protect Cybertron while we're gone. We are officially on high alert. Nothing gets in, and no one leaves unless myself or Shockwave knows about it."

"Ah'm... goin' with you." They all turned and saw Ironhide shakily getting to his feet, a hand pressed against the wall to keep himself up.
"No Ironhide, you're too damaged."
"I owe that rasberry skidmark of a robot, Prime." His good eye flared, surprisingly vibrant in the gloom, "And I intend to pay 'im back in full."
Prime regarded Ironhide, debating.
"Count me in too Prime." Inferno had propped himself up on an elbow, the hint of a smile on his lips. "It's gonna take more than they've got to keep me down." His sentiments were echoed by more Transformers in the room, they sat up and got to their feet, every one of them struggling to stand tall and show Optimus their dedication. This war was only beginning, and they intended to see it through to the end.
Prime looked around at his troops. They were bruised, battered, but they were the farthest thing from defeated. He nodded approvingly. "Fine. Perceptor, you're coming as well. Anyone who still requires repairs can have it done on the shuttle. Roadbuster, you and Whirl get the nearest shuttle ready for launch."
"Yes sir!"
"That won't be necessary Optimus." Skylynx's voice crackled through one of Blaster's speakers. "I'm already fueling up, twenty minutes and I'm ready to go."
Prime crossed his arms, "Blaster, after you contact Shockwave, send out a looping message to Autobots across all the frequency bands. Anyone who reports Skylynx in ten minutes comes with us."
"Can do!" Blaster transformed and lit up the channels, broadcasting Prime's messages as Perceptor made his way over to their commander.
"Optimus, what about the Guardians?"
"These simultaneous attacks aren't a coincidence. If this conflict has spilled over to Earth, I guarantee the Guardians will be there as well." He turned towards the door, the Autobots rising and falling into step behind him. "And I intend to greet them when they arrive."

**********

"You want me to do what?!" Blane yelled to seemingly no one on the battlefield. In truth he was receiving a transmission from Leader-1, but in the midst of a battle, the order was none too welcome. Blane replied silently through his link-up.
{No way I leave Earth Leader-1, you can suck my exhaust hose-}
{We follow the plan Blane! Remember who's calling the shots here.}
{It sure as spit ain't you, ex-hero.} Blane growled, but started making provisions to comply with the request.
{We need the second part of this to happen now if this is going to work.} Leader-1's voice carried a sharp edge, {Cybertron's no doubt on full alert and making preparations to fight Guardians, not Renegades. You want to assert your dominance, that's fine, but do it on Cybertron, the Decepticons there have to be neutralized.}
"Yeah, whatever," Blane laughed out loud, Galvatron's helmet clasped firmly in his hands, "Who needs Cybertron, I got the ‘con I want right here." He glared at Galvatron.
"Congratulations, you've officially bored me. Heads up, and off." He began to channel energy into his fingers, intent on unleashing it in a single burst into Galvatron's dome when he heard-
"If you not drop him, me take YOUR head off."
Blane's audio registered the sound of something a lot deeper in pitch and a lot more commanding than Cyclonus or any of the Sweeps in Galvatron's little armada. His eyes dropped to Galvatron, whose teeth were clenched in a shaking grimace as he tried fruitlessly to remove Blane's hands from his head. The sound of heavy footfalls came from behind, and as Blane's head swiveled around his eyes caught sight of the first Autobot he registered as a potential threat since arriving on this crusted dustball of a planet.

Grimlock stood behind the foreign robot that held Galvatron in his grasp. He didn't recognize him, nor any of the other robots running around with that strange 'R' symbol plastered over their bodies. And he didn't care. Right now Grimlock knew two things. One; Galvatron, at this point in time according to Prime, was NOT the enemy, ergo- friend. And two; Prime had specifically asked Grimlock to keep the peace on Earth- no matter the cost. Losing Galvatron meant losing the peace.
"Me not ask twice." With a single motion his sword was drawn and powered, sending ragged waves of crimson energy surging through his weapon of choice. He drew it back and glared with disdain at the robot who dared turn a mad smile on him. Blane couldn’t resist, even though he already knew the answer.
"And you are?"
"Grimlock."
He said the name, then swung his weapon.

**********

Blane had never been swung at without warning, his years fighting the Guardians both on Gobotron and Earth had come with long drawn out speeches before battle, and even in the most daring attack there had never been such a level of ferocity with which this attack was leveled. Had he still been Cy-Kill, he'd be dead.
Good thing he wasn't.
Blane's head dropped down a split second before Grimlock's blade made contact with it's intended target. It whizzed over him with a whoosh. The disruption in focus caused the power collecting in his right hand to ignite, exploding against Galvatron's head in a brilliant explosion. Galvatron's vision went white with pain as his metal absorbed the heat, he pitched backwards and fell as Grimlock advanced.
"Whoa!" Blane yelled, and barely got the word out before Grimlock swung again, this time driving the weapon in a downward arc, missing Blane's shoulder by inches.
"SONUVA-!" Blane half yelled, half growled as Grimlock prepared his next strike. "You did NOT just try to-"
Grimlock's sword buried itself in Blane's midsection, biting angrily into the Renegade's metal. Blane's sentence twisted into and wild snarl as he, raised his left hand, unloading the second batch of collected energy. The shot went wild, missing Grimlock and careening into the near distance. The explosion stormed yellow lights behind his hulking form, and as Blane stood his full height he realized he still had to stare up to meet the eyes of the Dinobot commander. For a moment they just stared, Blane's fist curled and glowed yellow.
"You want a piece of me, Dinodolt?!"
Grimlock leaned back as a brilliant, purple blast of plasma slammed into Blane's chest, lifting him off the ground with a scream and sending him hurtling backwards. Galvatron rested in cannon mode, shuddering, a wad of smoke billowing from his barrel.

Blane careened through the air and felt himself suddenly halt. His chest was marred by a wide, rounded and blackened wound that still crackled with purple lines of energy. He sneered and glanced back, the renegade mutant Bladez hovered behind him in flight mode, purple and black, a circular craft similar to Pathfinder. A ring of extended spikes poked along the edges, smaller pockets of guns resting above them. Two of these were active and glowing green. Blane's eyes glanced up and saw Vamp lying atop the craft, like Bladez was an oversized beach towel.
"Low level magnetic manipulation." She ran her thin claws across Bladez's side, "A pleasure to assist you Blane." Bladez lowered himself, allowing Blane's feet to touch the ground. The sneer hadn't left his lips. "Whatever. Now pull off, we're out of here."
"Certainly Blane, I-" Vamp's words froze when she stole a glance in the direction Blane came from. Grimlock stood beside Galvatron, sword drawn, a look of murder blaring in his optics when he caught her eyes. Her lips parted slightly, eyes growing large as she pulled herself to her knees and leaned forward.
"Oh myyyy..."
Grimlock was making his way towards them, his intent clear.
"Yesss." Vamp purred, a smile working its way across her face, head beginning to tilt, "Do come... you could please me greatly."
Bladez growled, his voice thick, "I'll rip his head off, for you Vamp, then-"
"NO!" she stabbed a finger into him, "You won't touch him. That, my little Bladez, is no mere machine. That... is perfection."
Tux approached Blane's side, the long metal side-flaps of his longcoat lifting to reveal twin sonic cannons. He leveled them towards Grimlock and Galvatron.
"Give the word,” his voice was flat, devoid of expression, “…and I will."
"No." Blane's head raced, "we're past due to be off this mudball. Plenty of time to play later."
With that he took to the air, opening a link to the remaining Renegades. "Renegades! Back it up."
They responded at once, Thruster pulled free of Metroplex and changed modes, her onboard weaponry firing continuously as she did so. Metroplex managed to raise his arms in time to block the shots, they struck his siding and exploded. Monstrous clasped both claws around Abominus' hands and pried them off his neck. His mouth opened wide and sprayed an expanding column of flame that would have struck the Terrorcon gestalt in the face had he not pulled back. Monstrous separated, each member assuming their craft mode and blasting off towards Thruster. Vamp was visibly disappointed, Bladez was silent as he rose, anger and jealousy radiating from his being. He caught sight of Pincher and Scorp carrying Crasher and Cop-Tor, Bugsie towed an unconscious Screwhead and Psycho behind him.
Blane dropped his gaze back to Grimlock.
"As for you..."

The ground behind Grimlock quaked with a violent thunder that sounded more like a roar than anything produced by nature. The earth splitting beneath his feet confirmed it as an orange metal beast tore free of its subterranean hiding place. Scales, the Renegade beast of torture pulled its massive saurian body from below with a mechanical snarl and immediately set its eyes upon Grimlock. Grimlock's glare followed Blane as he ascended to the Renegade Thruster. In a single motion the Dinobot commander drew his sword, bathed in a dull crimson glow and he spun in a wide arc, burying the shimmering blade in Scale's extended throat. The beast's head jerked back violently, the wound sprayed a thick yellow fluid and it roared. Its head lashed out again and clamped its jaws on Grimlock's leg, jerking him off his feet. It opened its mouth and clamped down with a fierce resolve. Grimlock growled himself when he heard a thunderous collision. Scales screamed in pain and jerked forward. The lower half of its front leg raced away from the main body, seemingly of its own accord until it turned and revealed Slag, his horns buried deep in the appendage. He shook his head and sent the limb flying. Grimlock swung his sword, burying it to the hilt in Scale's eye. A piercing shriek escaped the monster, it dropped Grimlock and reared up on its hind legs. Another collision sounded, one of its rear legs twisted on a horrible angle and snapped in two. A flash of gold revealed Snarl, his spiked tail still raised from the followthrough. He backed up as Scales began to fall towards him when Swoop cut through the air, releasing a barrage of missiles that exploded against Scale's back and sent him crashing in the opposite direction. The ground shook as Sludge lumbered towards the beast, rearing up on his back legs and lunging, allowing his bulk to smash down across Scale's back. The Renegade monster howled, but still thrashed about wildly, arching its head back and attempting to lock its jaws around Sludge's neck. It's claws dug into the ground when it caught sight of Grimlock changing his own form, a massive T-Rex that roared a savage cry before racing forward. Grimlock's jaws wend wide and he collided with the side of Scales' neck, teeth digging into its metal and pushing through to his inner mechanisms. He clamped down and pulled back, coming away with a mouthful of alien metal and oil. Scales shuttered, head lolling to the side as its eyes clouded with internal smoke. Grimlock heard a familiar roar, and stepped back instinctively as Slag charged forward, smashing into Scale's head. The force drove Slag past the creature's shoulders and halfway into its chest before stopping. Fiery red fuel splashed across Slag and spattered his comrades, black steam plumed from what remained of Scale's body. Grimlock thundered a triumphant roar as he and the Dinobots resumed their robot modes. He looked up, hoping to see Blane's face after the display, but the Renegades were gone. Just like that.

Springer dropped from the sky, transforming as he landed beside Grimlock. His hands still shook slightly, racked with pain from his encounter with Cop-Tor, but he managed a smile.
"Never thought I'd be so glad to see you, you big lug."
Grimlock tilted his head down towards the green autobot. His response carried no humor.
"Where Magnus?"

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Ultra Magnus' eyes switched on suddenly. He sat upright and sprang to his feet, fists clenched, slightly hunched to avoid any stray energy blast that might be-
Wait, he could move? He put a hand to his forehead and tried to clear his thoughts. He remembered now, the fight, the black ship, something biting his neck... He wasn't aware that his hand had slipped down to his throat until he felt the puncture marks. He brought his hand away, observing his fingers. They were dirty, but had no trace of the strange liquid that had crystallized and immobilized him. He scanned the ground, noticing a few faint dark spots on the ground, little else. He shook his head and felt his body's aches, they were minor. His eyes looked over the arm Psycho had used as his personal chew toy. Okay, maybe not so fine, but he was functional. He looked around and saw Metroplex-only Metroplex.
"They left?" he muttered, eyes traveling across the scorched battlefield until they found Galvatron. The Decepticon commander looked worse for wear, but he was moving, and Magnus was amazed to find himself thankful for his continued existence.

Scourge landed and raced towards his leader as the Sweeps placed hands on Galvatron's shoulders, attempting to steady him. He threw them off with an angry grunt, trying to ignore the sparks fizzing from his joints. He wanted to collapse, held up only by his pride. He could see Cyclonus descending, trails of smoke drifting from large dents across his jet body. His transformation sounded painful as he landed, barely able to stand on his own.
"What..." he breathed, "Is going on?!"
Ultra Magnus' voice came from behind "We, just got caught with our pants down." They turned and saw him, fingers caked with dirt from the long climb out of the chasm, grime clogging the corners of his armor. He limped towards them with a sour expression. And I don't aim for it to happen again. Galvatron, we need to-"
Grimlock was in his face, glowering down at him. "Magnus need to explain what just happen! What you do in Metroplex all day, chase own trailer?!"
Magnus' lips curled back slightly, Grimlock had been like this ever since Prime ordered him to enforce the peace between the Autobots and Decepticons on Earth. He'd show up unannounced, cast a few verbal barbs at Magnus, and leave. Primus help him, he swore the Dinobot was trying to goad him into a fight.
"Now isn't the time Grimlock." Magnus' voice was low and even, "If you want to question how I handle Metroplex and Autobot City II then we'll discuss it later-"
"Now is perfect time!" Grimlock boomed, eyes flashing, he pointed his sword towards the burning remains of Scales, Magnus hadn't noticed until he followed the tip of Grimlock's blade. "Thanks to you, almost was no later!"
"We were taken by surprise, they used one of our own ships to-"
"Catch by surprise! How Magnus NOT know attack coming?!"
Magnus' fists clamped shut and shook "I had friends on that shuttle dammit, you think I WANTED this to happen?!"
"Could have fooled me."
"Last I heard that wasn't a very hard thing to do."
Grimlock growled and made for Magnus, who moved to meet him in kind, but found something green blocking his way. He looked down and saw Springer, banged up but functional.
"Magnus, glad to see you're up and running buddy!" he nodded towards Grimlock, "Grimmy said he's been looking for you, and he's found you, so now," he pointed towards something in the distance stumbling towards them. Hot Rod. Arcee hung limp in his arms, "Now we can all see how badly Hot Rod's hurt and get some help for Arcee." Magnus and Grimlock traded glares over Springer's head, then backed away from each other.

Galvatron watched the scene with disinterest. He waved his troops towards their craft.
"That braggart Blane mentioned Cybertron. We're not about to give them the chance to wreak havoc there as well. Cyclonus, get aboard and hail Shockwave, I need to speak with him."
The Decepticons turned as one and walked towards their transport, the Terrorcons joining Galvatron's side. Despite their wounds, they practically vibrated with excitement, energon still rushing through their circuits from their battle. Clearly they wanted another chance to finish what they'd started.
Galvatron glanced back at Magnus and Grimlock. "Get your house in order Autobots. This conflict is far from over."

To be continued...

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MH BIO: Quorra Giovanna Nero

Fri, 20 Jul 2012 01:14:40 PDT

WELL
This bio went through a make over XD Version...or wave? Two.
My little boogie ghoul in her winter/fall attire here. hurrhurr

Quorra is the daughter of L'uomo Nero, or simply put, the Italian boogieman. Her mother was a normie woman.
Some boogiemen come to be by being a neglected imaginary friend of a small child's, as for Quorra and her dad, they are basically sleep demons. They feast on the pleasant happy dreams of small children, and often can see them with eyes closed.

I would of added dreams as her favorite food BUT Quorra doesn't quite consider them food. She DOES call it "dream feeding" when she ingests them but since she is asleep and isn't physically EATING the dreams, she's never called it food.

If you'd like to read a more in-depth biography on Quorra click here.
If you would like to read the background story on her, how she died, and how she is technically 124 years old click here.
For her blog click here.

Hometown: Venice, Italy

Sexual Orientation: Identifies as heterosexual but would of not been afraid to consider something different, only if love was involved.

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 118 lbs

Speaking/Singing Voice: Regina Spektor

Face Claim: Helena Bonham Carter

Fears: Staying out in the sun too long. She can't feel the sun's rays on her skin and therefore, gets sunburn easily.

Poor little anti-social butt. Ain't got hardly any friends. Close one's at least xD

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Jakle

Wed, 18 May 2011 20:05:20 PDT

_{Profile image updated December 21st 2012}

Jakle

-- Species: Sakhmet ( Maurus Maned Bobtail )
-- Age : Unknown
-- Sex: Default Female
-- Height: 5'8"
-- Weight: 125 lbs
-- Hair Color: Raven Black ( Coat Color : Charcoal Grey with Ash colored spots )
-- Eye Color: Acid Yellow

Bio : Legends speak of a trickster, a bandit of the night whose sole mission is to rob you of everything you hold of value. On nights when the moon is dark and the air falls dead in silence it stalks. With burning eyes it watches from the shadows and those who get a glimpse of those glowing orbs of greed can often see the silhouette of two angled horns jutting from its head. Without warning or indication it strikes never leaving a trace of its intrusion save for the loss of your most precious possessions. What is this trickster? None can be certain. However the people of Seth have taken to calling this demon “The Jackal”.

…”Hmm…Jakle…you know I really do like the sound of that…Jakle…yeah…fearsome, rolls off the tongue really well…I think I just found my new name.”

Additional Info :
-- She HATES Ora, and the two of them fight a lot.
-- She is rather lazy, and you will usually have to bribe her to get her to do something.
-- She has retractable claws both on her hands and feet
-- Malaki will not allow her to waltz around the fortress wearing nothing. So, she wears Bikini bottoms and sometimes she'll wear a Bikini top...sometimes, but she mostly goes topless all the time.
-- When she's mad, her mane puffs up
-- She is very very flexible
-- She loves to be brushed and pampered, and knows that Ivory will gladly pamper her
-- Jakle doesn't like men much at all but she is well aware her body makes for a nice distraction when she’s trying to rob someone blind in the street.
-- Given her race’s reclusive nature not many people are aware that Sakhmet have remarkable life spans nor are many aware of the Sakhmet’s ability to shape-shift into various feline forms.
-- She loves to play the fish out of water angle when wandering the world. Her feigned naiveté and alluring nature tend to attract unwitting victims and people who show her around a new town tend to show her exactly where a city’s most prized possessions are kept.
-- She’s not entirely self centered and will help anyone who has helped her get ahead in her own agenda whether they helped her knowingly or not.
-- Do. Not. Ever. Call. Her. Jack or Jackie...

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To Serve And Protect Epilogue

Wed, 18 May 2011 11:47:57 PDT

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

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Several workers pushed four gurneys in a haste down a long corridor deep within the AFPD sub-basement. Techna walked briskly behind the gurneys with a concerned look on her face...three of her closest friends in the way of Lt. Raina Hunter, Deuce, and Genesis were laying on said gurneys very badly injured after their encounter with the small militia of cyborg soldier women now known as C.O.D.E.s as well as three other powerful adversaries in way of Wraith, Overkill, and Nightmare that they faced at the Stranger Industries sub-complex. Although all three women were themselves powerful cyborg warriors, they had all taken major damage and were at critical levels after their brutal mission. The fourth gurney held the unconscious body of the only remaining C.O.D.E. Unit left behind after the siege...Gamma-1.

To Techna, this was nothing new...she was used to seeing her girls go out on hazardous missions and coming back with anywhere from mild to severe damage, often times without limbs, appendages, other body parts, on the verge of their brainwaves or life support systems shutting down for good, and what have you. Usually it was Deuce or Genesis that would take the most punishment; Raina very rarely got so damaged to the point of her life being in danger, however today was an exception.

Techna ordered the helpers to wheel each woman to a different work station...Deuce was the only one still conscious and attempted to climb off of the gurney into a suspension apparatus under her own power until her severely weakened robotic body did not fully respond with the commands that her brainwaves sent, causing her to crash to the ground like a ton of bricks. She was able to get back to her knees and the one arm that was still attached and attempted to rise back to her feet until a loud audible click followed by a pop could be heard; her knee locked up, causing her to lose her balance, slip, and fall back to the ground flat on her face. She was as helpless as a turtle on its shell as she murmured and whined...erratically flailing around trying to get back up, yet her weakened and unresponsive malfunctioning body just lurched around a bit in the same spot as her gaping wounds sputtered synthetic blood, oil, and other vital fluids on the cold metal floor where she lay.

Techna quickly ran over to attend to her friend; with the assistance of a few workers, they were able to pick her up from off of the floor and secured her into the apparatus which suspended her in the air so that she could be worked on from all angles. Techna quickly used her tools to unfasten the bolts that secured Deuce's helmet onto her skull as she also removed the optical implant that plugged into her left ocular cavity...Deuce's bare head only slightly resembled that of a human; the only original organic parts left of her was her bloodied face going from the crown of her forehead down to her chin along her jawline and a bit of her brain tissue that was visible from behind the extremely dense clear covering that closed in her remaining grey matter in a near indestructible metal casing that made the hi-tech processor and computer that comprised the rest of her brain...everything else was completely metal or some sort of synthetic material.

Techna quickly plugged wires into different ports located along Deuce's skull and unfastened more bolts and connections along her neckline and base of her skull, completely removing her head and part of her spinal column from the rest of her mangled mechanical body as she prepped her to administer immediate repairs. Her vitals were displayed on the corresponding monitor of the station that she was set up at; she was in a very bad way yet her brain waves were strong and stable despite the fact that her body was in shambles. As her head hung suspended in the air by several cables and mechanical arms, a look of exhaustion and distress fell over Deuce's face as she watched her headless body being prepared to be taken completely apart. She stared at Techna, who then stared back and noticed a single tear roll down her right cheek. Deuce parted her quivering lips as if she were going to speak until Techna interrupted her by wiping the synthetic blood and her tears away from her brown skinned face.

"I...-zzzzt- -zzzt- I hate this part...-zzzt-"

"Shhh...don't speak; save your strength, ol' gal. You've had a rough day...now get you some rest; I promise I'll have you back up and at 'em in a jiffy!"

Techna stroked Deuce's bald head and brushed her hands softly across her cheek in a comforting manner, followed by a tender kiss on her forehead. Deuce sighed as she slowly closed her right eye and self-activated her sleep mode.

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Raina was in much worse shape than Deuce...although most of her body is also mechanical, she took more direct damage at the hands of her stepmother Nightmare than Deuce took in her battle with Overkill. Raina's mouth and eyes were slightly opened...yet she was out cold and unresponsive. Her eyes were slightly rolled to the back of her head and neither did they have the ambient blue glow that they usually had. Every few moments her body would still convulse and jerk due to her cybernetic systems malfunctioning....her gurney was soaked with her synthetic blood as well as other fluids that her body needed to function properly. Techna removed the remains of her cyber-armor that was somehow still connected to her body along with the pair of panties that was the only thing that she wore underneath her armor. Raina also wore a necklace underneath her armor with two charms: the first charm was a small silver heart shaped locket and the other was a miniature ballerina princess figurine, which Techna also removed and placed in a compartment next to the table that Raina lay upon. Being that she had a large gaping hole through her abdomen, Techna then quickly disconnected Raina's bottom half of her body from below her breasts. Unlike Deuce, Raina's body was hooked up and connected with wires and tubes, then placed in a stasis tube where the limbless upper quarter of her body floated for the time being. Techna monitored her vitals for several minutes until they stabilized before moving to the next station.

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Techna paced around the station with her hands on her hips where Genesis' body was suspended. Genesis, like Deuce, had her head removed from the rest of her body and hooked up to machines as the plus-sized cyberologist shook her head at the amount of damage that Genesis's body took; Simone's body looked like a extremely ravaged and burnt piece of scrap metal. Simone's face had an eerie expression on it as her eyes and mouth were wide open as she stared off into oblivion; her head almost looked like a dirty mannequin's head...her hair was singed from when she was blown up and her face had several cut marks and abrasions that dripped with blood. Part of her metal skull could be seen at her right side of her forehead due to the flesh being torn away. She had been manually shut down prior to her arrival back to HQ to conserve her energy levels and to ensure that her auxiliary power supply kept her brainwaves from flatlining. Simone's body had received so much damage that at that point it would have been easier for Techna to just build her a new body rather than try and salvage anything other than her head from the mangled mechanical mess that she was staring at.

She then glanced over to both Raina and Deuce's stations and saw that she had her work cut out for her in the way of saving her friends and teammates before going over to the gurney where Gamma-1 rested. Making sure that her SCU girls were stabilized was Techna's top priority, plus being that Gamma-1's injuries weren't life threatening and that Simone had manually scrambled her brain patterns meant that she could've waited until was able to get the other three situated. Techna wasn't able to get a pulse nor a heartbeat from Gamma-1, however it was obvious that she was still alive due to the fact that she was still breathing and although faint, her brain waves were responsive. Gamma-1's vital signs were dropping and Techna could see a faint glow of circuitry beneath her skin...a quick scan showed that her energy levels were weakening a steady rate. Techna simply hooked Gamma-1 up to a life support machine and monitor as well as shackled her wrists, ankles, and neck down to the operating table for precautionary measures; she waited until her vitals stopped dropping before she diverted her attention back to her comrades. Just then, her cellphone rang...a familiar number and face popped up on her caller ID box in the way of her best friend Polygirl.

"Poly...now's not a good time to talk...I'm up to my tits with repair work and then there's this C.O.D.E. Unit that I..."

"Cool your jets, Jet; I heard about what happened at the other Stranger facility and I know your girls are pretty banged up. I figured you could use a helping hand....or twenty!"

"You bet your sweet bippy I sure could! All three of them were put through the ringer! It looks like I'm gonna have to start from scratch with Simone and build a whole new body for her! I'd be here all night trying to get them back online and running to optimal levels!"

"And speaking of the C.O.D.E. Unit thingies, Mr. Stranger did mention that you guys were able to bring in one of them in. I'd like to take a look at her and see just what she's made of...maybe we can figure out who made her while we're at it."

"Deal...I'm also interested in seeing what's up with the C.O.D.E. Unit that we were able to apprehend before we interrogate her. Yeah...come on through asap. How soon do you think you can get here? You know I can vouch for your security clearance."

"How about now?"

"You mean like right now?"

"Umm-hmm."

"Sure. Where are you?"

"At the moment I'm still here at my lab at the main SI compound."

"Okay, you're across town, plus it's rush hour too...I'm guessing that it'll be at least 45 minutes before you get here."

"Lemme get my stuff together...I'll see you in a sec."

Before Techna could even say bye, Polygirl hung up the phone. Techna headed back towards the stasis tank in which Raina floated in until she was stopped in her tracks by a bright energy signature. In an instant, the four armed girl with pigtails known as Polygirl appeared right before Techna's eyes with two bags in each of her hands on her left side, a medium sized box in one of her right hands, and a handheld device of some sort in the other right hand. Techna jumped back, a bit startled at Polygirl's sudden presence.

"Geez!!! You weren't kidding when you said you'd see me in a sec!!! Let me guess...a molecular transporter of some sort?"

"Yep...something like that. Gen. Bardak's wrist replicator doohickey thingamabobber inspired me; I've been playing around with some ideas on how to transport the Guardians to and from places without having to resort to make some kind of have to build a transporter dock like on Star Trek or some hokey Guardian-mobile. Not to mention, gas prices are just too darn high!"

"You ain't lyin' about that...I spent 20 bucks on the way to work this morning on my tank and only got 5 gallons! I hate to be hasty and cut our typical chit-chat, but we need to get to gettin' on patchin' these gals up right away!"

"Alrighty then! Wow...I can see that your girls have definitely seen better days! Looks like we can use a few more extra hands."

Polygirl then duplicated herself twelve times...as soon as they appeared, a group of four duplicates each all went to each station where the three cyborg policewomen awaited their extensive repair work.

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Techna, Polygirl, and Polygirl's duplicates had been working feverishly and non-stop on repairing Genesis, Deuce, and Raina for the better part of the remainder of the day. Techna ended up pulling her hair back into a very short ponytail, unzipped her bodysuit, and removed her arms from the sleeves to let the top half of her uniform hang down from her waist. A black tank top covered her plump torso and her shoulders, arms, and bust line were bare...each surface contained elaborate tattoos with very little bare skin actually showing; a few diodes and dataports poked through her smooth tattooed skin in various spots from the minimal cybernetic implants that were fitted into her body to help her better connect with the various cyborgs and mechanical devices that she specialized working with; she had used her implants several times that day to sync with Raina, Deuce, and Genesis to ensure that things were going as smooth as possible while all three cyborg women were unconscious.

Polygirl had rolled her sleeves up as well as unzipped her jumpsuit, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. Once they got to the point where they could manage the rest of the work between the two of them, Polygirl retracted all of her duplicates. There were bottles of Dr. Pepper and boxes of pizza and Chinese food strewn about from Planet Pizza and Yummy Wok #3 Chinese restaurant from where they had taken their dinner break to provide them with the fuel that they needed to continue working hard to repair the cyborg cops of the SCU...Techna's cyborg cat Circuits jumped up on one of the tables and had been nibbling on a slice that was left out of the box.

A few hours after they made major headway in the repairing of Raina, Simone, and Deuce, Techna and Polygirl finally made their way to the gurney that contained Gamma-1 and released her shackles. The C.O.D.E. Unit lay stiffly with her arms straight by her sides...although she was a tough cybernetically enhanced soldier, her face looked extremely peaceful as she slept. Techna plugged in several more wires into the ports located in the back of Gamma-1's head and then grabbed a handheld device which scanned Gamma-One's body; her body had been in serious condition since she was bought to Techna's lab, yet her vitals had since stabilized since Techna hooked her up to the life support machine and showed that she was in no immediate danger of dying.

Polygirl lowered her goggles on her face then carefully and literally peeled off the skintight "stealth muscle suit" and armor plating that hugged Gamma's body and dug deeply into her skin, revealing her firm and well defined ebony curves underneath....a sticky film was between the armor and her skin denoting that her armor hadn't been removed from her body in some time as if it were meant to be a permanent exoskeleton for her; in some areas the armor was bolted and wired directly into her skin and muscles which Polygirl had to use special tools to dislodge from her frame. Circuitry could be seen on certain parts of her anatomy in random places, often disappearing underneath her smooth brown skin. The puncture wound that she received from Genesis's sword had somewhat healed up on its own due to the nanomachines in her bloodstream, yet was still gaping and bloody...Polygirl used gauze to seep up the excessive hemorrhaging as well as took a moist towel and swabbed off the excessive sticky film that covered her body.

Techna wheeled over a cart with various surgical tools as Polygirl administered a breathing mask and amnesia to Gamma-One as well as covered parts of her naked body with sheets, leaving the area from her lower breasts on down her midriff to right above her nether regions exposed. Techna picked through Gamma-One's short hair until she found a metal plate with four small screws in her scalp...she took one of the tools and removed the plate, exposing part of her brain. The visible piece of brain was riddled with microchips, wires, and other small bits of tech and machinery...Techna added a few more wire connections while Polygirl made dotted lines down Gamma-One's torso to where they would make their incisions.

Once they had Gamma-One's body prepped and ready for dissection, Techna warned Polygirl before they began.

"We've got to be careful...now I don't know if Mr. Stranger told you, but these C.O.D.E.s disintegrated once they received critical damage and she's still in serious condition. I have no clue as to why Gamma-One here didn't disintegrate when Simone ran her through, but I guess we'll find out."

"This scan that you performed show that she has some sort of centralized power unit implanted in her chest...the energy signature from that seems to be different than the energy signature that is powering her cybernetic components. I'll bet that has something to do with it!"

"I'll bet dollars to donuts that you're right. I've already started a neural scan to see if we can dive into her brainwaves to find some answers; I'll also bet that she was under the influence of some kinda programming rather than having complete control of her free will. I also ran an identity check in the AFPD database to see if we can get a match for her face...I'm pretty sure her mama didn't name her Gamma-One! Let's gone' head and take a look inside Ms. Ma'am here!"

Techna grabbed the circular surgical saw and proceeded to cut along the lines that Polygirl had made, opening the cybernetically enhanced soldier up. As Techna made the incisions, Polygirl placed pins and holders inside of the cuts, holding apart Gamma-One's rib cage and other anatomy exposing her insides for examination. There was a fair mix of organic and synthetic parts inside of Gamma-One's chest and abdomen...they poked and prodded around as they were both in awe of her anatomy, as it was unlike anything they've ever seen before.

Eventually, they came upon the centralized power unit that Polygirl noticed...all sorts of wires and tubes ran from the power unit to other parts of Gamma-One's body; the unit glowed in similar fashion to that when the C.O.D.E. units are about to vaporize and die. Polygirl made an observation and spoke.

"Whoa!!! It looks like this thing has been put here to replace her heart, even though it's in the middle of her chest! It's pumping fluids and is performing just like a heart would, but that doesn't seem to be it's only purpose! I'm detecting It's almost like it's some sort of self-destruct fail safe. We should take a quick blood sample...to see just what is pumping from that thing!"

"Good thinkin' Lincoln! And yeah, you're right...this implant is acting as her heart! That would explain why I couldn't get a pulse from her earlier! And it looks like its been damaged from where Simone's blade gutted her at! Maybe that's why she didn't disintegrate like the others. Weird...who would make an implant to put in their cyborgs that would make them vaporize if they were seriously injured or killed?"

"I dunno...seems like a waste to me; she's clearly a well constructed cyborg soldier and if she was able to go toe-to-toe with Genesis for more than a few minutes, then she's not worth just throwing away. I mean, look at the readings on her strength and speed implants in her limbs...this girl's a beast!

What do you say...should we take it out? I wanna get a closer look at that thing, plus perhaps we can save this girl and put her talents to good use rather than for criminal activity."

"I like the way you think, but I'm somewhat concerned if it will be harmful to her systems if we messed with it. What if it just has a short in it or something? It's still drawing an energy reading; I don't wanna set that thing off and lose 'ol Gamma girl here!"

"I would imagine that she should be fine as long as we're careful."

"I dunno Poly...you imagine lots of things! But I guess we'll never know just what that implant is or does unless we go on. As you said, let's tread carefully and see what we can find out while it's still implanted inside of her. I'm gonna take a sample of her blood and view it under the telescope. Be careful Poly...we need her alive!"

"Okay okay...I'll be good!"

With that, Techna took a blood culture from Gamma-1's body and went over to a telescope as Polygirl carefully removed the outer casing of the power unit from Gamma-One's solar plexus. Polygirl continued to explore the mysterious cybernetic implant embedded at the core of the young woman on the operating table as Techna was astounded by what she saw underneath the microscope. The nanomachines were volatile and unstable, unlike anything she had seen before on the subject. Poly continued prodding around with the mysterious implant as she noticed Gamma-1 move.

"Umm...Jetta? You'd better come take a look at this...her eyes are starting to flutter! And I gave her enough anesthesia to put an elephant down for a week! "

Techna barely even heard Polygirl's words as she continued to gaze into the microscope, too distracted with observing the blood sample. She nearly hit her head on an above cabinet as Gamma-1's monitors began to beep with caution startling her from her focus...Gamma's vital signs had begun to flat line as well as circuitry began glowing from underneath her skin as her body tensed up and convulsed about on the operating table...something went wrong and it appeared that Gamma-One was about to disintegrate. Techna ran back over to the operating table.

"Oh shit!!!! Shit shit shit....what did you do Poly?!!?"

"I just took off the outer casing to this thingamabobber! I didn't even touch anything...important I think!"

"Okay...okay...let's not panic. Umm....let's try this!"

Techna tried to hook up a couple more wires to the implant, yet it only seemed to make things worse. The implant surged with energy and Gamma-1's body glowed.

"Uh Jetta...That didn't work!"

"Well duh Paulina!!!"

"She's gonna die, and it's all my fault!"

"No she's not...no one's dyin' on my watch today, dammit! Just give me a minute to think....Fuck me!!!! Uhhhh...Ummmm...."

"Jet, I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but if we don't do something now, then she's going up in smoke!"

"Aw fuck it...take the damn thing out of there then!"

Polygirl's four hands went to work fast on removing the implant with the surgical tools that she held...she unfastened it from all of the connections and retracted it from Gamma's body; even after it was removed from her chest it continued to give off malicious energy. The implant burned through Polygirl's gloves as it looked like it was reaching its boiling point...as it burned her fingers she threw the implant across the lab away from anything of major importance. It made an extremely bright flash before it disintegrated into nothing, leaving behind a charred spot in the area where it landed after being thrown.

As Polygirl shook her hands and winced in pain from the incredibly hot device that she threw across the room in a haste, Techna still noticed that although it didn't look like Gamma-1 was going to vaporize, her vital signs had completely flatlined...she scrambled and created a wire bypass connection from a close by machine to where Gamma's makeshift heart was located. Her vitals had started to return to stable levels after a few seconds of the high voltage currents shooting and coursing through her body. Polygirl was still tending to her hands as she looked over at her friend ensuring that their specimen remained alive.

"Gee whiz that sucker was hot! It melted right through my gloves, and these ain't any cheap old pair of gloves! Is she okay?"

"Well...we prevented Miss Ma'am here from turning into vapor on us! But it looks like we've gotta get her a new ticker though to keep her alive; I don't know how much longer I can hold this wire in her chest!"

"Whatever you do, just make sure that it's not one of those self-destructo disintegrator hearts!"

"Hey, I'm with you on that one! Boy howdy...what a day!"

Techna and Polygirl continued dissecting Gamma-1 and discovering as much about her as they could...once finished, Techna implanted a new cybernetic cardiovascular regulator implant in place of old self-destructing part that replaced her original organic heart. Techna also gave her a synthetic blood transfusion to rid her body of the volatile nanobots which inhabited Gamma's body and replaced them with some of the same types of nanomachines that she has given to Raina, Deuce, and Genesis on many occasions; these particular nanites aided her body with fast self-repair and healing rather than harmed it as the previous blood that coursed through her veins. Techna also removed a series of microchips from her brain and replaced them with new ones to avoid Gamma-1 from waking up and returning to her hostile manner as a C.O.D.E. soldier. Once finished, Techna and Polygirl stitched her back up and put her in a stasis tube in a similar manner to that of Raina so that her body could continue to recover.

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Raina woke up fully dressed in strange clothing on a strange bed that was all somehow eerily familiar to her...she felt odd; as if she were watching herself yet at the same time she was able to interact with her environment. She wore a t-shirt with a picture of Jimi Hendrix playing his guitar along with a plain dull navy blue hoodie, a pair of tattered jeans, and some cheap worn out sneakers. Although she looked rather drab in the clothing, she recognized her clothes as being some of her favorites. She looked around in the room where she was...she noticed the posters of musical acts and pop culture icons such as Nirvana, Run DMC, a Seattle Mariners poster with a picture of Ken Griffey Jr. on it, LL Cool J, Pearl Jam, Madonna, Wu-Tang Clan, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Janis Joplin amongst the myriad of other posters that had decorated the walls of the uncomfortably small room. Although strange to her, she had been here before...she easily recognized that this was her room in the small dilapidated apartment that she grew up in.

She got up and walked over to a dresser only to see a few pictures that featured a young, tall, somewhat awkward looking yet cute pudgy girl with a poor disposition and dirty blond colored hair; it looked like in many of the pictures that she was forcing her smile, that is if she even chose to smile. She then saw the somber senior class photo of the same chubby girl sitting directly next to a photo of a very beautiful woman that looked almost identically like of an older, considerably slimmer version of the young girl.

Raina picked up the photo of the beautiful woman and stared at it; she recognized the woman in the photograph to be her birth mother...Annette. She was amazed how much like her mother she actually looked...Raina's father used to tell her that she was the spitting image of her mother; she had never realized just how true that was until then. The woman wore a locket in her picture...instinctively, she reached down and grabbed the very same locket which now hung from her neck. She placed the photo of her mother back down and picked up another photo with the same woman, looking sickly while holding a chubby toddler girl while in a wheelchair with an oxygen tank as she posed with a handsome and ruggedly built man who she immediately recognized as her father. By the choice of fashion that they chose to wear, it looked as if that particular picture was taken in early 1980's.

Raina picked up a another picture of the same handsome and muscular man holding the same chubby girl from the all of the other pictures, who happened to be wearing the exact same outfit that she was currently wearing, on his shoulders after what looked like a fight; draped over his other shoulder was a large championship belt...this was one of the only pictures where it looked like the girl was genuinely happy. The inscription at the bottom of the frame read:

"Baron 'The Bonecrusher' Hunter celebrates his 3rd Championship Reign with his daughter, wife, and friends."

Even as she looked at this photograph of the young girl and her father, she smiled as her eyes welled up with tears. Behind the man and the girl were three other guys and another woman: she recognized the portly older African American man with a huge smile as Roland "Dickey" Jackson, her father's lead trainer; one of the other men was another one of her father's trainers, Hondo Cavoletti, who was obviously of Italian decent and sported a thick beard and mustache as he flashed a thumbs up as his pose. She frowned when she spotted the third man...Vincent "The Viper" Stephens, who at one time was her father's best friend and training partner. She tightened her grip on the framed photo even harder when she stared at the woman as her welled up tears of joy started running down her cheek as tears of anger once she caught a glimpse of the woman...she was dressed provocatively in a short tube top dress; her face was heavily made up and it looked as if her breasts were about to pop out of the top of her attire at any moment. She posed with one of her hands running her fingers through her long blond hair as her other hand rested on the championship belt draped across Baron Hunter's shoulder and chest.

Raina wiped the tears from her face with the sleeve of her hoodie as she put the picture down. Just then, a faint Melodie began to play...just like with everything else in this room, she immediately recognized the tune and turned to a medium sized well-decorated and expensive looking box. The box was made from ivory with 24K gold trim and had various precious gems and jewels encrusted on the outside...The inscription on the lid of the box read:

"Princess Raina,

Daddy loves you very much! Never forget that...you will always be my beautiful little princess. Whenever you need strength, imagine that you are the princess on the inside of this box! Never let anyone stop you from living the live that you want to live!

Love always, Your King and Knight In Shining Armor, Daddy"

She opened up the box to see a ballerina princess figuring twirling on the inside. She peeked in closer and was astonished to see that the figurine looked exactly like her in her SCU Cyber armor...she then grabbed a couple of the pictures from her dresser and placed them in the box.

Raina prepared to leave the room after she gathered all of the precious memoirs in her fancy music box. As she walked towards the door she passed by a mirror...out of the corner of her eye, she though that the reflection that she first saw was of the same plain and chunky cute blond teenage girl in all of the pictures. She stopped and saw that she indeed look exactly like her former teenage self, no longer the physically imposing cyborg Amazon that she had become. She bolted out of the room...somewhat scared as she no longer wanted to be inside of the small rundown apartment anymore. She ran down the hall, but it felt like she was going nowhere; with each turn into what she though was another room just further and further led her through a never ending maze. She felt like there were heavy weights on her legs as no matter how fast she ran, she continued on that same stretch of hallway.

Eventually, she stopped...out of breath from running and plopped down to the ground. She began to sob even harder, frustrated as to why was she stuck in the apartment. A open window appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, as she heard familiar voices...she got up on her knees as she peered through to see her father and Vincent Stephens in a heated exchange of words; her father stormed off and the blond from the picture came in behind Stephens, kissing him passionately as they proceeded to strip each other down lustfully. Raina blinked her eyes and out of the same window, her father was in a locker room with the young teenaged girl as he presented the same box which she was currently holding in her hands. She blinked again as she saw the blond by herself, pouring a foreign powdery substance in a water bottle. She blinked another time as she saw her father kiss and hug the young girl tightly as he continued wrapping his hands up in preparation for a fight. The blond woman was present, as she kept offering Baron Hunter the same tainted bottle of water to drink, which he guzzled down.

Raina blinked again, and now she saw her father and Vincent fighting in a ring...she could see the young girl at ringside rooting for her father, who was in clear control of the fight. Suddenly, Baron Hunter appeared dizzy and discombobulated...he struggled to say on his feet as Stephens took advantage; Stephens brutally pummeled Hunter and thrashed him to a pulp. Some of Baron's blood flew and hit Raina on the face as she continued staring through the window with a look of horror on her face. Raina looked at the face of the blond as she watched her husband get annihilated in the ring...instead of a look of concern, a cold and devious grin decorated her face, as if she were approving the massacre that was taking play in the ring. Baron was seen on his stomach close to the area where the young girl stood...Raina could hear the words clearly that he spoke to the girl:

"I love you Princess..."

One final vicious blow from Stephens ended the fight as Baron's body went limp. The crowd roared as they celebrated a new champion...yet the sounds of the crowd were soon drowned out by the girl's screams and sobs over her dead father. Raina herself screamed as if she were reliving that moment as she watched the hopeless girl bury her head in the lifeless body of her father. Raina quickly turned from the window and dropped back down in a seated position with her legs pulled up to her chest as she buried her face in her folded arms which rested on her kneecaps. Suddenly, the silence was broken as a slurred female's voice echoed through the long endless hallway.

"Who th' fuck is making all of that got damned noise?!!? Shut the fuck up with all of that crying and yelling...I don't wanna hear that shit!!!"

Several slow footsteps coming in her direction caused her to stop sobbing momentarily...she clutched her box tightly in her arms as she stood back to her feet. Raina could smell the awful stench of liquor and cigarette smoke lingering in the air before she even saw anyone. From seemingly out of the shadows staggered the same skanky looking blond in the celebratory picture of her father winning his 3rd and final title reign. One of her areolas peeked out of the top of her dress; her eyes were glossy and halfway closed, her makeup was runny and smeared, her hair was a frizzy mess, white power residue could be seen on her nose, and she held a whole bottle of gin in one hand as she held a cigarette in the other. One of the heels of her stilettos were broken, causing to her walk with a wobbly stagger coupled from her trying to maintain her balance due to her being drunk.

Never in Raina's whole life has she felt the fear that her stepmother, Laura Thomas-Hunter, made her feel. Even though she was somehow stuck back in her teenage self, all of the battle situations and near brushes with death in her adventures as a cyborg soldier crossed her mind...yet none of them came close to the fear that the mere idea of her stepmother gave her. Laura bobbed back and forth, trying to maintain her balance as she looked at a scared Raina.

"Th' fuck are you lookin' at, you fat heifer? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?

Laura slurred her words as she laughed and belittled her stepdaughter, followed by another healthy swig from her bottle and drag from her cigarette.

"D...don't c...call me that!"

Raina's voice crackled as she shook in immense fear.

"Eh...shut the fuck up! You don't tell me what to call you ya fat cunt! Without that pesky daddy of yours around to save you, I call you whatever I want...Miss Piggy!"

"Stop it!!! I...I mean it!!! Why don't you just get out of my life!!!"

"Or what? Your gonna kick my ass? Don't forget that I'm a fighter too...I might be wasted, but I can still beat your fat ass!"

"I...I'm warning you! Just go away and go get drunk in some bar or strip club or something!"

"Ooh...Miss Piggy's trying to act all tough now! Whatcha gon' do...huh? Whatcha gon' do fatty?"

Laura began to push Raina repeatedly, her pushes getting stiffer and more forceful with each push. Raina's eyes streamed with tears as her face turned beet red...she breathed heavily as her tense body shook with furious anger.

"I'll kill you...just like you killed my daddy!!!! That's what I'm gonna do!"

Laura laughed at the top of her lungs, doubling over in amusement at Raina's words. Raina could no longer contain her anger as she placed her box on the ground and rushed Laura, tackling her to the ground. Raina began to wail on Laura as she was mounted on top of her...somehow Laura was able to flip her legs up under Raina's arms and powered her off from her mounted position. As Raina went to stand up, the glass bottle of gin cracked hard against her head, shattering to pieces and sending her back to the ground. Laura began to stomp and kick a downed Raina repeatedly while spitting on her and cursing her out...Laura then turned her focus on Raina's box; Raina jumped up immediately to defend her box of memories as she pounced on Laura's back.

For some reason Raina's amazing fighting skills were not registering so she had to depend on pure primal instinct. She grabbed two hand fulls of Laura's head and proceeded to slam her head into the floor repeatedly until Laura's body went limp. She slowly got up and made her way back to her box until she felt Laura tugging at her legs...with uncanny strength Laura deadlifted a plus-sized Raina off of the floor by her thick leg and flung her head first into the wall. Raina tried to shake the cobwebs out and gather her bearing...she looked around for Laura, who seemed to be moving insanely fast, only to be lifted off of her feet by an uppercut from her evil stepmother.

The back of Raina's head cracked hard into the floor, ringing her bell even more. She looked up to Laura standing over her with the box in her hands, held high over her head with a wicked grin on her face. Just then, Raina noticed a wooden baseball bat in arms length...this time, it was her that seemed to move at superhuman speed as she grabbed the bat, swung for the fences, connected with Laura's head as it splintered into many pieces, and caught her box before it hit the ground and shattered to pieces. Laura's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she slumped to the ground...Raina opened her box again as she watched the figurine of her future self twirl and listened to the haunting, yet soothing tune. She glanced over to see Laura's body sprawled out in the middle of the floor and her head gushing blood. Without even raising up, Laura had began to laugh in a maniacal manner....while she lay on the floor she spoke again, her words no longer slurred.

"You tried that once before, remember? You put me in a coma with that fucking baseball bat...I was nothing more than a vegetable that couldn't even breathe under my own strength; just a half dead mound of flesh thanks to you. But, that was the old me...how about I show you what I was always meant to be?!!?"

With that, Laura's body spontaneously combusted into flames and quickly extinguished, leaving behind a large mound of ashes where she lay...Laura's eerie laughter could still be heard echoing through the whole process. The ashes then melted into a puddle which was reminiscent of the element mercury...the puddle crackled and sparked with energy as a growth bulged upward from the puddle. The puddle soon formed into the shape of a humanoid figure...Laura's new form; her new body. Laura Thomas-Hunter no longer looked like a drunken slut high on cocaine, but she was reformulated right before Raina's eyes as the cyborg enforcer Nightmare. She held her hands apart...energy surged from between her palms as her large rail gun appeared out of thing air into her hands. She cocked her gun, which charged with energy for a moment before she blasted Raina...knocking her clear through the wall.

Raina's body flew through the space for what felt like an eternity...her body felt weightless as she repeatedly crashed through wall after wall until she abruptly stopped. She was no longer in her old apartment that she grew up in, she looked around and saw that she was in the hi-tech flooding building of the Stranger Industries Sub Compound. The musical box was still tight within her grip...she looked through the holes that she made in the other walls to see Nightmare approaching. She then opened up her box again and grabbed the figurine...suddenly, she was bathed in a bright ray of light...turning her body into an orb of pure energy and reforming her from her old blond chunky teenage self to her present raven haired cyborg amazon form, complete with her cyber armor and her weapons.

Raina ran towards Nightmare, acrobatically dodging energy blasts until she was close enough to launch her counterattack of brutal martial arts techniques. Unlike earlier, all of her acquired fighting skills had come back two fold...She pressed the attack on Nightmare and proceeded to dominate her for a few moments. Just when she though she had the upper hand, Nightmare vanished from Raina's sight...all that could be heard was her freaky laughter yet again along with the haunting tune of the music box. Raina coiled her body, ready for Nightmare to appear out of nowhere. Suddenly, Raina was struck with a full force blast from the rail gun from behind...throwing her into a wall. As soon as she tried to get up from that blast, she was quickly struck with another two blasts. All of a sudden, a large metal pipe burst from the wall and impaled Raina from behind, ripping her body in two pieces; two other large metal pipes also protruded from the same wall, wrapping around her wrists and pinning them down, preventing her from being able to move her arms.

Nightmare once again walked out of the shadows with the music box in her hands, watching the figurine that looked like Raina twirl as the melody continued to play. Raina struggled as she was crucified against the steel wall, watching the one person that she hated more than anything hold her most prized possession.

"You know...your father never got me anything this nice! Sure, he bought me diamonds, and jewelery, and cars, and clothes that he really couldn't afford, but nothing this special. I've told you a dozen times that I've always envied you...no matter how much I please and pleasured him, he would never give me the same love and devotion that he gave to you. And for that...I hate you."

Nightmare threw the box high into the air, cocked her rail gun, and blasted it as it came down from it's highest point falling to pieces to the flooded ground. The whole scene changed from the Stranger compound to a plain black void...Raina's lower half of her body came back, yet she was still suspended and unable to move. All that was present was Raina, Nightmare, and the remnants of the bejeweled music box. There were still a few pictures left intact, some that Raina didn't see back in her old room...Nightmare held them up and presented them to Raina like a slideshow. With each picture, Raina transformed to how she looked at that stage of her life...Nightmare held up a picture of Raina in her Triple F fighting attire with her championship belt and Raina's body changed to that same look even down to the long hairstyle that she used to wear.

Nightmare then held up a picture of Raina in her early days as a cyborg soldier for Cybercom, in which she did some morally questionable acts under the influence of programming, and then her body changed to the heavy cybernetic body that she used to inhabit...the pupils of her eyes even went to all white as they used to be. She then held up a picture as the chubby awkward looking teenager and once again Raina turned back into the large blond plus-sized girl that she once was, except she was stripped down to her panties and bra. Whatever was holding her had let her go and she crumpled to the ground in a ball, tears still streaming down her face.

Nightmare then held up the picture of Raina's mother...after waving it in her face she tore it to shreds. She did the same with a photo of her father...she then grabbed the broken figurine from the music box and examined it; Raina's body transformed back to her present self, yet she was completely naked except for the sliver chain and locket that hung from her neck given to her by her mother. Nightmare lifted Raina up by her throat as she held the figurine in her other hand, examining both the figurine and Raina. Although they were in a plane of nothingness, it felt as Nightmare was ascending to a higher elevation at a fast rate. They eventually stopped and Nightmare spoke yet again to her estranged stepdaughter.

"You will pay for what you did to me...my hate for you knows no limits. What I've done to you thus far is just the tip of the iceberg...I've got much more pain and suffering in store for you, my dear daughter. I am your nightmare manifested in flesh, cybernetics, and synthetic parts that was used to recreate me into a Goddess amongst ants! I will be your living Nightmare until either you or me are dead, and even then I will follow you to the pits of hell to torment you if I have to!!!

With her final words to Raina, Nightmare laughed yet again as she easily crushed the figurine in her hand. She then grabbed the locket around her neck and wrenched it away, breaking the thin silver chain while secured it in place. Finally, she dropped Raina into the black void...the haunting tune of the music box grew extremely loud as Raina's screams of horror competed with the melody as her naked body plummeted into the vast nothingness. As she continued falling and screaming, she saw a bright beam of energy quickly approaching her body which looked like another blast from Nightmare's railgun yet it was larger and much more intense looking than any of the other blasts that Raina had endured...it struck her, causing her body to arch back at her center. Her body turned inside out, first searing the synthetic and remaining organic flesh from her body, peeling away to her synthetic muscle fibers and circuitry, stripping those away to her mechanical components and her endoskeletal frame, until nothing was left of her.

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Early the next morning, Techna was curled up into a ball asleep in a large comfortable chair. Polygirl left very late in the wee hours of this new day once they were able to get a large chunk of Jetta's repair work to her SCU teammates knocked out of the way; they were able to complete all of Deuce's repairs and much of Raina's as well. Genesis's vitals were in good condition, yet Techna had to order some spare parts for her new body and couldn't proceed until they arrived. She was exhausted and simply conked out in the chair, too tired to even drive herself home to her own bed...her cat Circuits had jumped up and rested himself in her soft lap, which he chose as his makeshift bed for the night.

Jetta was yanked out of her slumber by a terrifying series of screams...she shot up in the chair, as the shrill screams scared her. Circuits was also startled; he jumped up and shrieked as he ran across the lab floor...his metal paws clicking against the metal floor with each step. Jetta did her best to gather her wits as she stumbled her way over to the bed that Techna and Polygirl moved Raina too after they removed her from the stasis tube and repaired her broken body. Raina leaned up in her bed...there were still several wires and tubes connected to her body into the machines next to her bed and she was naked underneath the sheets and she held them over her breasts as she tried to figure out just where she was. She breathed very heavy as tears streamed from her soft glowing bionic blue eyes as she erratically examined her surroundings. Jetta slowly approached Raina, as not to startle her anymore.

"Raina...are you okay?"

"Oh my goodness...oh my God...It was just a dream....it was just a dream....it was just a dream...just a dream....just a crazy crazy dream..."

Raina kept repeating to herself, realizing everything that she just awoke from a nightmare that involved her facing her worst fears. Jetta then placed her arms around the black haired cyborg woman as Raina buried her face in her bosom as she bawled uncontrollably. Jetta had never seen her usually tough as nails leader break down and cry with such emotion...she glanced at Raina's monitors and saw that her brainwaves were irregular; that bad dream that she just awoke from was obviously traumatic for her. Jetta continued to console her friend and commander, softly stroking her head and letting her get out all of her tears; Deuce soon approached looking shiny and in tip-top shape. She cautiously parted her lips as her mechanized reverberated voice broke the awkward silence created by Raina's sobbing.

"Jet, is she okay?"

"Yeah...she's fine...she just had a nightmare."

"Must've been really bad...I don't think I've ever seen Rainy spooked like that."

"How about you...how are you feeling? You're looking good!"

"Aw, why thank you baby! I feel great...I feel powerful...I feel like kickin' some ass!"

Deuce performed a series of dances ranging from comical to sexual and ended in a flirty pose with her hands on her hips.

"Yeah...you're okay."

"Speaking of being okay, have you heard anything about Sgt. O' Malley from the S.W.A.T. team? I know she was also in pretty bad shape yesterday."

"Yeah, Chief Sonny called last night to debrief us, and said that she was literally dying and flatlining in the emergency room until Angelica, who conveniently was at the hospital at the same time, came into the operating room, touched the stab wound in her abdomen, and healed her! She's still in the hospital, but she's gonna be okay!"

"Damn...I wonder if Angelina's powers work on cyborgs also! Raina...I hope you feel better soon, girl. Glad to see you're still with us...you were in pretty bad shape yesterday when I found you and I was worried for your life. You, Monie, and Jet here are all I have left...I can't afford to lose any of you."

Raina raised her head from Techna's chest as she addressed Deuce with tears still in her eyes.

"Thanks Denise...I really appreciate it. You're one of my closest friends as well and I cherish your friendship! Thanks for having my back out there as well...I might not be here right now if it wasn't for you."

"Likewise...thanks for always having my back. Well, enough with the mushy stuff for me! I'm itching for some action...waitaminute....bingo!!! Ask and ye shall receive!!! I literally just received a SCU call to the city landfill; supposedly there's some strange lights and flashing bursts of energy that's been spotted in the skies. I'm gonna go check it out...I need to release some steam."

Techna sternly interjected.

"Okay now....be careful! Please don't go getting yourself all banged up again! I'm still not even finished repairing Simone yet and I'm absolutely exhausted! Do you have any idea how long it took Polygirl and me to put you back together?!!? I'm not gonna keep on fixing you up when you come in here with your arms blown off after every mission!"

"Alright alright....I'll be careful, mom."

"Get out of here chrome dome!"

Techna playfully slapped Deuce on the butt as she made her way to the vehicle bay...along the way, she stopped by Genesis's station and ruffled her hair until she woke up. Being that Genesis's head was detached from her body, she couldn't do anything to stop Deuce's playful banter.

"Hey!!! Cease and desist your sophomoric antics at once Deuce!!! I am not amused by this!!!"

Deuce's digital laughter could be heard as she left Techna's main laboratory. Raina had raised up from Techna's arms and sat at the edge of her bed without any shame of being naked. Techna unhooked the wires and tubes connected to her body then handed her a XX-large AFPD shirt, which Raina put on...it stopped just barely below her lower extremities at her thick muscular upper thighs and looked like a miniskirt on Raina as she rose to her feet. Techna engaged her friend again.

"Bodywise, how are you feeling?"

"I feel a little woozy and discombobulated, but I usually feel this way after extensive repairs and maintenance...I'll be fine in a bit."

"What about your dream? If you don't mind me asking, what was it about?"

"My stepmom...I'd rather not talk about it right now. I promise...I'll be okay."

"Okay...I guess it is too early in the morning for something that heavy."

"Who's the hot naked babe in the tank?"

"That's Gamma-1, the C.O.D.E. that Simone arrested. Polygirl and I dissected and examined her last night amongst other things. She's healing quite nicely and will be ready for interrogation very soon. I've got some reports of our findings that you can read up on later on...she's got some stuff that I've never seen before inside of her!

I tried to run a brain scan on her, and I couldn't get much of anything at all...whoever made her into a cyborg seemed to have wiped her memory clean. I was able to run a profile match up and at least we have a name for the face....her government name is Audra Kia Ambrose, however the rest of her info is inconclusive for some reason...almost like someone tried to take her file and erase her existence or something! Hopefully we can talk to her and maybe we can jog her memory a bit."

"Sounds like we've got another busy day ahead of us."

Just then, a voice rang out over the intercom system.

"Paging the SCU department."

Raina answered.

"1st Lt. Hunter speaking."

"Lt. Hunter, you have a visitor by the name of Angelica Santana here to see you."

"Sign her in and send her on down please."

Techna raised her eyebrows in excitement.

"Angelica Santana as in Angie Santana the Triple F fighter?!!?"

"Yep...she's a longtime friend of mine. Angie and I go way back."

"Sweet!!!! She's like totally my favorite Triple F fighter...well, next to you of course! Wonder what she's doing here."

"After yesterday, I'm hoping it's for what I think it's for!"

After a few moments, a door to Techna's lab slid open...a police escort gestured the beautiful buxom red and black haired Latina into the lab as she slowly walked in. She was amazed with all of hi tech equipment and monitors about everywhere. Her eyes got wide when she saw Gamma-1 floating in the large tube devoid of any clothing...her eyes went from there to the bodiless head of Genesis, who followed her movements towards Raina and Techna. Angie felt a bit awkward as she saw her friend Raina approach her with nothing but a long t-shirt on looking like she just woke up.

"Um...if this is a bad time, I can come back."

"Nah...You're fine...you just caught us after a hectic day yesterday!"

"Yeah...I saw it on the news. I heard that you were in bad shape, so I wanted to return the favor and stop by to check on you the same way that you did for me when I was in the hospital not too long ago. Good to see you up and at 'em so soon!"

"Benefits of being a cyborg, babe. Thanks for stopping by! By the way, this is Dr. Jetta Chambers aka Techna...she the head technician for the AFPD SCU and a big fan of yours!"

After Angie and Raina shared an embrace, Techna held out her hand excitedly at Raina's introduction as Angie shook back.

"Nice to meet you Dr. Chambers."

"Please...everybody calls me Techna or Jetta or Jet. The pleasure's all mine Ms. Santana."

"Now I can't have you callin' me Ms. Santana if I can't call you Dr. Chambers. I go by Angie! And I hope that you and I can become great friends like Rainy and myself!"

Raina looked at Angie with a half smirk on her face.

"Just what are you getting at there, Angie?"

"Is that offer that you presented to me in when I was in the hospital still valid? If so, then I want in...I really do miss all of the action plus I want to find whoever took Sapphira and bring them to justice. I don't know if she's dead or alive, but it's the least that I can do for her! It's a shame that I've got augmented attributes yet I'm slinging suds behind a bar somewhere! I'm a warrior at heart, and I can't deny that anymore!"

"I was hoping that's why you came here today! Sure, I'm grateful that you came to check on me as well, but I'm even more grateful that we'll have your assistance in our fight to keep the peace in this crazy city! So when can you start?"

"I'm ready right now, mami!"

Angie said her statement with a cocksure smirk on her face and extended her hand, which Raina reciprocated as she shook her head in approval then shook Angie's hand.

"Welcome to the Angel Falls Police Department Special Crimes Unit, Angie...I'm your commanding officer, 1st Lieutenant Raina Hunter."

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-Polygirl and Angelina (mentioned) created by, belong to, and appear courtesy of

-1st Lt. Raina Hunter, Denise "Deuce" Hightower/Cyra-2, Simone Rattica aka Genesis, Dr. Jetta "Techna" Chambers, Chief Sonny Wilson, Sgt. Maureen O' Malley, Angie Santana, Laura Thomas-Hunter aka "Nightmare", Gamma-1/Audra Ambrose, Wraith, Overkill, C.O.D.E. Units, Annette and Baron Hunter, and all other characters mention belong to and created by
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Well...that' the end to yet another story, which makes for a great start to the next story!!! It looks like the cyborg cop gals of the AFPD SCU are gonna be okay after their ordeal with the C.O.D.E. soldiers, but it also looks like Raina's run in with her estranged stepmother has opened some taboo doors of Raina's past. How will Raina deal with the past that haunts her on subconscious levels? How will she deal with her stepmother Nightmare on their next meeting? Will she be able to effectively overcome her deep seeded fears or will she be consumed by them? And as for the SCU, it looks like they just got a new member...maybe two new members!

Sorry it took so long for this epilogue....I was in the midst of a huge writer's block in the last almost two months! I've had a lot of crazy stuff go on and have been rather busy, but hopefully I'm over all of that stuff so that I can crank more stories out at a faster rate!

gravity falls twins!

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 00:33:42 PDT

i haven't drawn these sweet kiddos in quite a while! in fact i don't think i've ever drawn dipper?? i love these two so much! they have such fun designs! they were just way too fun to draw, haha!

those love background brushes are from [link] and [link]! please go check out her stuff. it's amazing!

From Black To White Chapter 1

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 08:14:30 PDT

HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER AND IT'S LONG. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!

So, I decided to make the 4 chapters into pictures and write the story in the descripsion. We already know the begining, but anyways, let's begin~

It was a quiet day in Central city. The bright sun was rising and people bean their morning routine. Children were going to school, mothers and fathers got to work and it went all well. Suddenly, a giant metal robot in the form of Doctor Eggman appears, the people scream and run in terror. The robot fires, crashes and slams everything it sees. Meanwhile, our favorite hedgehog trio, Sonic, Shadow and Silver were taking an afternoon nap. Suddenly they hear the screams of the people being attack by the robot.
Shadow: What's that?
Sonic: Sounds like Eggman is having fun! Let's go guys!
Silver: Hey, wait up!
Then the three head off towards the scene and stop right infront of the robot, ready to fight!
Sonic: Hey egg-head! Couldn't you wait until tomorrow? I was taking a nap!
Egg-man: Ho, ho, ho ho! I apologize for my early arival, but don't worry. You'll be asleep forever when this little creation will finish you off!
Shadow: Don't get too comfortable.
Silver: Enough talking! Let's fight!

Silver ran towards the robot, doding the missiles and grabing on of them with his telekinesis and flining them back at egg-man. But the redirecting attack of the missile had no impact on the robot. Both Silver and his friends looked surprised.
Egg-man: Buhahahaha! Hte to disapoint you, but this robot has metal skin made out of almost indestructible material!
Sonic: Well, I must say that you've finally gotten SOME sense now, Egg-man. This makes a perfect challange!
Egg-man: GGGR! Don't underestemate my IQ Sonic! Sure, I;ve made some mistake sin the past, but now I've finally improved!
Shadow: This is all bark and no bite. I'm positiv that we;re gonna wint his with little effort.
Egg-man: Then come and get it!
Silver: Alright! Let's kick some-

But before Silver could finish his sentence and throw some more missiles at the robot, Sonic and Shadow surrounded the machiene and destroyed the weapons.
The two were incredible while performing their combat skills. The people watching in awe as the battle went on. Silver did nothing as he watched the scene. The two seemed to be winning after destroying all the weapons.Silver knew thatthe finale was about to come and pieces of the machiene were about to fall causing injured people. He looked irritated and escorted a group of people towards a safe place not too far away from the scene. Eventually, the arms fell off of the robot. Shadow and Sonic stood infront of th shield that protected Egg-man with a cocky grin.
Sonic: Yo Egg-man! You should go see a doctor! Your arms just fell off!
Shadow: Let;s hope it's not a rare disease you have~
Egg-man: Grrr, you always seem to get the best of my creations...but not THIS time.
Sonic: Oh really? Surprise me!
Egg-man: Very well!

Suddenly, giant metal strongs came out of the robot shoulders and grabbed the two hedgehogs tight, leaving the people who were watching in shock.
Sonic: Grr! Seems he really DID improve this time!
Shadow: Nghr! I've faced worse.
Egg-man: Is that so? Let's see if you can take it back!

Egg-man then smashed the two on the ground and played around as if they were toys. Silver steped forward and grabed something sharp in order to cut the lines. Silver: Hold on guys!

Sonic: ...It seems we can't defeat it's almost indestructible skin from out here. We have to get inside of this thing.
Egg-man: Give up?
Shadow: I don't think so!
Shadow then released a chaost blast and destroyed the strongs.
Egg-man: What!?
Sonic: I do love surprises!
Shadow: let's finish this!

The two then head into the shoulder of the robot, leaving Egg-man confused and looking around to stop the two hedgehogs. Egg-man: Where are you you little pesents!?
Suddenly, the robot got giant cracks out of nowhere and it seemed to explode. All the people covered their faces as the blinding light of the explosion. Ruble was flying everywhere, but it the damage wasn´t as bad. Sonic and Shadow jumped out of the rubble where the doctor escapes in his egg-mobile. Knowing that he had lost, again, he fleed.
Sonic: Well, that was surprisingly easy.
Silver stood there, watching the croud cheer and clapas they thanked the two hedgehogs. He didn't do anyhting besides bringing a few people to safety. Later that day the three decided to go for a walk in the park to make sure everything was alright. As they walked everyhting was going well. They got near a lake where big boats gave a tour to tourists. Ducks and geese were swimming, children were playing, a happy late afternoon.
Sonic: I gotta say, even though that egg-head ruined my daily nap, it's good to be walking again.
Shadow: Atleast you're doing SOME exersize. When I was working for that fat-twit the only thing that carried him was his mac.
Sonic: You don't say? I wonder if he has a special died in order to make him run faster.
Shadow: I don't think that will ever happen.
Sonic: Yeah, I think so. By the way, we were great there defeating that robot!
Shadow: Don't mention it. Ever.
Silver: Yeah...about that...
But before Silver could finish, the three heard acryfor help. It sounded like a little girl who is in danger.
Sonic: Huh? Do you hear that?
Silver, who wasn't about to mess up this time, flew towards the source of the sound with his telekenises. Silver: I'll go!
A few seconds later, Silver saw a little girl who fell off a tour boat. Apperantly, she couldn't swim and was splashing her hands in the water, trying to stay above the surface. "Help! Somebody help me!" she screamed. Silver flew towards the helpless girl and raised his hand.
Silver: Don't worry! I'll save-
And again, before he could reach her hand, Sonic came out of nowhere, grabbing the girl and jumped on the tour boat. The people cheered and thanked Sonic for his deed. Silver crossedhis arms and looked irritated as he floated above the water. Letting out a growling sigh.
It seems the three hada busy day. In the early evening they did some shopping and relax for a bit.
Shadow: You HAD to show off like an idiot heh?
Sonic: What can I say? Most people love to see it.
Shadow: I hope that next time I'll get some more attnetion.
Sonic: Dude, you have lots! You come in the second place being the most popular hedgehog!
Silver: What about me?
But then again, Silver's question didn't get answered by another cry for help. But this time it was a call from G.U.N. They are the military of the country and Shadow is their best agent. He gets a call from another agent about a gangster group that has capturd three other agents who are in serious trouble.
Shadow: Ok! We'll be right there!
Sonic: geez so many cry for help this day!
Silver: I'm on it!
The white hedgehog took off, flying through the streets, looking for the gang. A few streets further, he spotted a group of police cars with agents behind the car doors holding their gun, aiming at the gangsters who held their hun agains the heads of the agents trapped in their grip. Silver arrived at the scene and wasn't about to let this one slip through his hands.
Silver: Give up! You're outnumbered!
One of the men chuckled and aimed his gun at Silver. "Who are you to tell me what to do?!" Then the men started shooting at him, making the police men duck and hide for cover. Silver however, did not move out of the way and grabbed the bullets with his powers. After a few seconds the men stopped firering. They watched in shock as the the white hedgehog held their bullets floating in the air.
Silver: ...You are outnumbered by POWER. Now...GIVE UP! OR I'LL-
But before he could throw any onject at them, again...Silver was interupted by Shadow using chaos controll. Effortlessly, he captured all of the bad guys and rescued the police men. The gun agents cheered andarested the gangsters.
Gun agent: Thanks Shadow! We couldn't have done it without your help.
Shadow: Hmpf. Do't mention it.
Silver stood in the background; wondering why he was almost invisible to the others. It was getting late and so, the three headed home.
Sonic: Man, three rescues in one day! It's a new record!
Shadow: This is nothing compared what I had to do in the early days.
Sonic: I see, but we make a great team Shadow!
Hearing Sonic saying this, made Silver look even more sad and confused. This made him wonder...is he any worth being here? Do they dislike him just for his appearance or personality? Or is he jut not ment to be a hero? Having nothing to say, he followed his friends home. Once the night sky fell and the city was asleep, he looked out the window, gazing at the night sky. He admired the stars, shining down on earth. He had never seen this before he traveled to the present time. It made him forget and remember about his destroyd future. Clouds filled with thunder made it impsoble to peek through and see what's beyond. A familiar feeling went through him, that all his heroic deeds in his timeline were all for nothing. Being the optimist he is, this made him sad. All he wants, is people to be happy. And have a bright future.
The next day Silver and Sonic were at a park where they would train with onstackles. It was Sonic's turn to walk the session and he loved to show off. Silver sat on a small rock, watching the blue blur perform his skills. Though Silver would compliment him now and then, he was still down from the events that happened the other day.
Sonic: Ha! This session is way past easy!
Silver: ...Sonic? Can I ask you something?
Sonic: Sure pal! I can hear you while running!
Silver: Well...Remember yesterday? ...I was great you guys saved a lot of lives...but, I did nothing at all out there. I just stood there watching the scene. The people didn't even notice me. We both know that a trio has to work like a 'trio.' But how can I be part of the group when I don't get to opportunity. What can I do?

During his speech, Sonic did nothing other than run around, slide, stomp attacks and jumping. Right after Silver finished, he ran towards him and stopped, causing a small dust cloud covering Silver.
Silver: Are you listening!?
Sonic: Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you over the sound of my awesomeness~
Silver glared with an angry expression towards Sonic and corssed his arms, irritated by his cocky attitude.
Silver: Hmpf. I knew that you wern't the brightest running around, but I didn't think your were DEAF.
Sonic: Relax dude, I heard everything you said.
Silver: Like?
Sonic: Being unappreciated. I know what it feels like to be left out.
Silver: Any advice?
Sonic: You see, at moments like this, I'll always say this little quote: ...Nothing starts until you take action!
Silver: Meaning?
Sonic: You gotta do something man! Show that you're a living being who shows he's worth living for.
Silver: I didn't really had the chance to do that since you guys have to steal the show.
Sonic: Yeah, heh. But long story short, when I was still in my younger days, I started like every hero does. A zero. When you want to change something for the better and get famous, you gotta look for an enemy. Someone that is a reall threat to you and your people. By every fight, you improve your skills, inteligence and overall, your looks~ Being a hero myself with an evil scientist as an oponent, you can learn a lot from your adventures.
Hearing no reply from Silver, he looked behind him and saw the telekentic hedgehog play around with some objects from the training parkour, letting them float in the air with a grin on his face.
Sonic: Are you listening?
Silver: Oh, I'm sorry; I couldn't hear you above the sound of my awesomeness~
Sonic: Hey, I...yeah...I really need to work on that habit of mine.
Silver: But what you said makes sense. Though I still doubt I'll get the chance since Shadow the strongest among us...
Sonic: I think he can put his pride aside for once. Or you must show that hedgehog who's better with a battle~
Silver: No problem! I'll take him out anytime!
Not knowing that Shadow was a few meters away from the conversation, Silver emmediately dropped his cockyness when he heard Shadow's voice.
Shadow: Is that so?
Silver looked at the black hedgehog walking towards him with an evil grin. Sonic stayed cool and noticed the tention on Silver's face.
Sonic: Hey Shad, how are ya doing?
Shadow: Since I really don't care to tell you, I think I should probably put my PRIDE aside to tell you anyway.
Silver got nervous as Shadow walked past him. Knowing he shouldn't have said those things.
Sonic: Well that's knew. Any rescue operations today?
Shadow: Nothing much. Just a few criminals trying to shoot down GUN agents. Any idiot who wanted to step in to proove himself brave must be out of his mind. He could be outnmubered by skills.
Silver: Yeah...that would be totally stupid...
Sonic: Yes it would~
Shadow turned directly towards Silver with an angry expression while Sonic did some stretching. it didn't seem he cared about the situation.
Shadow: So I suppose what kind of consequences you take when you start questioning my strength and abilities.
Sonic: You're screwed for doing so~
Silver: I didn't doubt it, I just-
Shadow: Yes you did. But for this time, I will forgive your attitude. For as far as I know, that you're a weak coward against me.
Silver then snapped and raisedhis fist, showing an angry glare at Shadow.
Silver: I'm no coward! I'll take you down anytime!
Shadow: You'll regret this~
Sonic: Round one!
To Sonic, this was just a small rival battle. He knows that all three of them just like a fighting challange once ina while. Silver grabbed objects of the training parkour with his telekenises, throwing them at Shadow. Shadow jumped from side to side avoiding the attack while charging at Silver, slamming into him with a homing attack. Shadow jumped back and waiting forthe next attack as the downed hedgehog tried to stand up. Silver launched into the air, levitating; following Shadow as he fired psychic knifes at him. Sonic cheered and narrated what they were doing.
Sonic: Silver flies! He uses psychic ability! Shadow uses chaos sphear!
Silver thwn got hit by the attack of Shadow, giving Shadow the chance to tackle Silver with another homing attack.
Sonic: ....It's super effective!
Shadow: I told you not to question my abilites.
Silver: I may reconsider...after I knock you out!
He charged at the black hedgehog with a psychic-shield surrounding his body. Shadow did the same; as the two collided, they bounched off of each other and repeated this attack, waiting for an opening.
Sonic: Well, this seems familiar.
Eventually, they dropped their energy shield and Shadow charged at his opponent, grabbing his arm and flinging him to the sky; delivering a hard punch and kicking him down to the ground. It didn't look like a rival battle anymore. But more of a pay back towards Silver for underestimating Shadow's skills. Silver lay there, trying to recover quickly; Shadow smirked and charged at him to deliver the finall blow. But then...
Silver: That...DOES it...
Silver stood up and grabbed Shadow with his power, flinging him left to right, crushing him into the ground. Then he levitated him upwards; the psychic grip became tighter as Silver slowly clawed his left hand he held up. Shadow was in deep pain and grunted as it got worse. Sonic noticed that this wasn't going to end well.
Sonic: Silver! Stop!
He ran towards the scene. Silver was in a state of anger, ingoring Sonic's voice and creating more pressure on Shadow.
Sonic: Silver!!!
The second Sonic screamed for Silver, he suddenly realized was he was doing and dropped Shadow, letting him grunt and catch his breath. Sonic stopped watched in confusion at Silver.
Sonic: Dude, what's your deal!?
Silver: I....I...
Sonic looked at his downed friend who was still struggling to get back on his feet. Silver slowly stepped away; not knowing why he did that. Sonic looked at him with worry in his eyes.
Sonic: Why did you do that?!
Silver: I...I didn't...I....
Having no clear anwser to himself or the others, he turned around and fleed. Why did he do this? Was it an act of defense? Or hatred? Later that day, he was sitting on a couch in the park; still thinking about what he did. Lost in thought, he did not notice that his best friend was walking towards him.
Blaze: It seems you've been through a tough time again.
He looked to his right and saw Blaze standing there. With no response, he looked away. Blaze knew there was something wrong, for as far as she knows that this is the spot where he goes everytime there's something bothering him. She sat down next to him.
Blaze: What's wrong?
Silver: Something happened...
Blaze: Like?
Silver: Well, the ussual...Sonic was acting like a jerk and then Shadow came in acting all cocky and in controll while he tried to teach me a lesson for underestamating his supirior skills.
Blaze: And?
Silver: * sigh *...in the end, I grabbed him with my powers and increased pressure....causing him severe pain...
Blaze: That doesn't sound like yourself.
Silver: I know...but on the other hand, he deserved it.
Blaze: I know Shadow is a strongest among us, and uses this to bring down other, but you should forgive him. He had a tragic past.
Silver: Oh really? Why is Sonic no acception? His life is filled with world adventures, girls, explosions and exciting things! He's amazing and awesome and strong and fast...so amazing infact that he and Shadow make a great team...so great, that I'm the one standing there, watching the action. It feels like I'm usseless these days. I don't feel ike I'm worthwhile...
Blaze: ...I understand. But in these periodes of time, you need to stay strong. I heard from you that even in a ruined future, you never give in.
Silver: And that's ALSO the problem! I don't feel like myself these days. I'm a psychokinetic hedgehog coming from a distant future who has a strong sense of justice and wants to change the world for the better. But how can I when others take away that opportunity?
Blaze knew that even for Silver, the one who never gives up had a hard time getting through.
Blaze: Then it's time to fight back. You should never give up on becoming a hero just some other person takes away the spotlight.
Silver: How?
Blaze: From what I've learned, a hero must show his abilities, inteligance and strength in order to get noticed. You should scan the city and look for people in need.
Silver: Oh...never thought about that...
Blaze: It's fine. Feeling better?
Silver: Yeah. Thanks Blaze.
Blaze always seemed to cheer him up through tough times. Even though Silver can give hope to himself, Blaze gave him a feeling of comfort and happyness. But what she didn't know that he had a crush on her. No one in the team is so close to Blaze and makes a perfect side kick. Silver wanted some rest in the library of Central city. He always loved to learn things the old way and was hungry for knowlage. He came there a lot of times and decided to read history books; finding out how war started and how it ends. Silver picked out five different books of every different age. He didn't need a ladder as he could levitate and grab any book he liked. When looking down, he saw Cream the rabbit, trying to reach for a book. Slver saw her struggling and decided to help. He flew down and grabbed the book for her.
Silver: There ya go.
Cream: Oh, thank you mister Silver.
They both whispered as they talked.
Silver: No problem. Where is your chao by the way?
Cream: Oh, she is sick. Sheate something very wron last night. But don't worry. She's be fine.
Silver: Good to know.
Cream: Well, thank again misterSilver. Bye!
Silver: Bye Cream.
Silver was looking for another book and spotted one that seemed very old. He read the title and read: "History of Soleanna" He grabbed the book and sat down on the table where he began to read. He wanted to finish all the books; and so, when he was almost done in the late evening, he came to the last one.
Silver: History of soleanna. ...Why does that anem sound so familiar? ...It's getting late, so I better take a peek.
He didn't want to read it from begining to end, but rather skip a few chapters until the last one.
Silver: Let's see...Chapter 8: Princess Elise the third.
But, when he skiped another page, there was no text. He looked surprised and skipped another. But even that page was blank. And the next one. And another one. From chapter 8, every page was blank. No text at all. When suddenly, he saw a big black spot on the end. It looked like someone accidentaly tampered some writting ink. Silver stared in surprise as he looked towards the black spot. But when he wanted tp touch it, he heard that the library was about to close. He quickly closed the book and put the others back in place; but not the soleanne book. He ran towards the pay desk.
Silver: Can I still borrow this one?
Guy behind the desk: Sure.
Silver didn't want to bring up the issue of the blank pages, since he wanted to find out himself.
Guy behind the desk: Urgh...books. I still don't get why we have a library these days. You have the internet.
Silver: If that's so, then why are you working here?
He said while walking away. Later, he got back home. the home both hedgehogs actually. Since the trio get alot adventures, they decided to live in a big mansion where they can set out emmediately in order to head towards the danger and save the day. Silver quietly opened the door and saw Sonic putting ordered food on the table.
Sonic: So, where have you been?
Silver: I was at the library.
Sonic: Sounds lke a nice distrection from what happened earlier this day.
Silver: I know...and...I'm sorry. I didn't know why I suddenly snapped and almost-
Shadow: Yes, we know. And it was horrible.
Sonic: ...Well, since you're ok again and apologized, it's fine.
Silver, knowing that Sonic is the cool guy he is, knew that he would forgive him. But now, Silver had this fear inside his heart, that if something like this happens again, he would not controll his anger. However, it was diner time. They had ordered food and sat down infornt of their giant plasma TV watching the news.
News reporter: Goodevening, today's reports show that the criminality is going down by the day as their forces are improving and spread across the world; helping people in need and escorting them to a save erea.
Sonic: Booooriiiiiiing~
Silver: People dying and running for their lives is boring?
Sonic: I'm hearing this everyday. I can't be there for everyone. This is the boringest news report ever...
News reporter: Also coming up, the national Freedom day is arriving. The day when the first world war ended and our country celebrated the day of their freedom. The of the very special guests, is queen Alia Smith will be there celebrating this holiday. Meanwhile, the people preparing for the party are giving away 1.00.00 dollars due to the giant building they're using for the celebration.
Sonic: Ah, now THIS is not boring.
Shadow: A queen celebrating for a special holiday?
Sonic: Sounds like it. I think we're gonna go there and help them.
Shadow: I thought you didn't enjoy preparing for something that distracts you from your natural life.
Sonic: What can I say? sometimes you gotta take a break and help the people around you.
Silver was still lost in thought as the other two were talking. After dinner, he lay in bed, trying to figure out why the pages of the last chapter were blank. Constantly skipping them, he came saw the black spot again. He looked closely and was stumped. No clear anwser to this problem. He tried anything. Holding some of the page above a flame to see if the text became visible. Trying to see it with his powers, none of it worked. And still, the title of this book sounded so familiar. He sighed and put the book on his nightstand. Turning his light off and lay down.
Silver: What a day...I better get some rest...
As the night fell and both of them fell asleep, the city was once again quiet. It was 2 AM and without notice, something unexplainable was about to happen. Suddenly, a strange, oil like substance crawled out of the book like a snake. It looked like writting ink and oil combined. It made an unsetteling slimy sound as it moved across the floor. It got out of the mansion and crossed the street. Not leaving any trail behind. Not a smell, sense or sound. The next morning, Sonic stepped in Silver's room without warning and startled him awake.
Sonic: Waky waky!
Silver: Aah!
Sonic: Ok your up, let's go.
Silver: Urgh...wat?
Sonic: Let's go. We've got work to do.
Silver: It's 9: Am. What's so important?
Sonic: We're gonna help with the party! Remember that building they've spend a million dollars on?
Silver: Yeah?
Sonic: They could use a little help from us. So grab a snack and let's go.
Silver: You're weird when you're bored.
Sonic: Gotta take a break sometimes~
Still tired from waking up so early, he headed towards the bathroom and brushed his hair shortly; headed downstairs and grabbed a snack. Then the three headed towards the big building where the goverment was guarding the place. As they arrived, they saw that it was a modern castle, still in construction, but in a few days it was done. Glaring at the beautifull windows and structure of the castle, Shadow was the only one unimpressed.
Shadow: I didn't come here to save princes peach.
Sonic: Don't worry Shad, she's in another castle.
Shadow: Thank god.
Silver: Speaking of which, the comi con is coming soon. I think Mario and his friends will be there too.
Shadow: Don't get me started on the olyimpics. The constant fight of the Mario and Sonic fanbase sickens me.
Sonic: For once, I have to agree with Shad.
When they walked in, they saw that a few of their friends, the Caotix, Cream, Amy and Blaze were helping too.
Sonic: Hey look! We're not the only one.
Shadow: Why do I have to use chaos control?
Silver: Come on, it can't be that bad.
Shadow: Sais you. I feel like a girl in this place.
Sonic: Well to be fair, you were a knight in one of my adventures.
Shadow: .........
Sonic: ...Shutingup.
The three walked towards their friends; Sonic waved shortly as the caotix noticed them.
Vector: Hey Sonic, what are you doing here?
Shadow: Oh, what do you think? Trying to save princess peach?
Charmy: A princes? Where!?
Espio: Urgh...I suppose you three are here to here to help?
Sonic: You bet. Where do we start?
Vector: They said that there need to be more garlands higher up the walls.
Shdows: garlands!?
Sonic: No problem! let's go guys.
Shadow: I hate you. I hate all of you.
After they got a lot of the garlands, Silver leviated upwards and hang them ne by one.
Shadow: I still hate you guys.
Sonic: Hey Shad, I heard that there's gonna be a dancing part. I think that you need a dance partner.
Shadow: It'snot going t be you.
Sonic: NO. Not ME. I'm talking about you and Rouge~
Shadow: Are trying to tick me off even more?
Sonic: No, but I think it'll make both of you happy.
Shadow: You're just as blind as Amy. I have nothing with Rouge.
Sonic: Oh really? Then why are you two always doing your secret mission together? Alone?
Shadow: You face is gonna get blue if you don't shut up.
Sonic: I'm just sayin.'
Meanwhile, Silver was still hanging up the garlands. He spotted Blaze with Amy and Cream. He heard the conversation between Sonic and Shadow, but he was lost in though while staring at Blaze. Un aware that he has going forward. Shadow and Sonic were standing next to a small lader. Thre was a bucket ontop filled with wallpaper glue. Without notice, Silver accidentally tipped over the bucket with his feet, causing the glue to fall on Shadow.
Sonic: Oh geez...
Silver: Uh oh...
Some people watched in surprise as Shadow looked furious as Silver.
Shadow: WHAT THE FRIG MAN!?
Silver: I'm sorry! I didn't see-
Shadow: DO YOU WANT YOUR HEAD TO BE COVERED IN BLOOD!?
Sonic: Shadow! Calm down! Breathe in and out! It was an accident!
Silver: YES, YES YES. It was an accident!
Shadow: GRRRRRRR...you're lucky this time...but when I come back...
Sonic: Let's just go to the restroom ok? We'll get that stuff out of your hair and forget this emberasing moment.
Silver watched the two walk away; feeling guilty for his mistake, he tried to do as if nothing happened. Blaze saw him approaching.
Blaze: What happened?
Silver: Just a dumb mistake. A bucket filled with wallpaper glue fell on Shadow because of me.
Cream: It's ok mister Silver, Everyone makes mistakes.
Silver: I know. But this was quite emberassing.
Amy: I'm sure it'll be fine. Sonic can always cheer that grumpy hedgehog up.
Blaze: Not sure if the ultimate can forgive that fast.
Silver: Heh...yeah...anyway, I see you guys are helping too.
Amy: Yes, it's a great oppertunity to prepare for a big party.
Cream: I heard that thre are many more important people are coming as well!
Amy: That's great!
Blaze: I sure hope the boys won't screw it up.
Silver: I'll make sure of that.
Amy: Oh! I forgot to ask if we can ask how our dress will look like!
Cream: Really?
Amy: Yes! But I also forgot to whom I had to ask. We'll be right back Blaze!
Cream: Bye!
Blaze: Hmpf. Typical girls stuff. I'm happy with the dress I get. Regardless.
Silver: Are we required to wear those fancy clothing?
Blaze: Especialy me. I'm royal remember?
Silver: Ofcourse. I bet you'll look even more beautifull with a fancy dress.
Blaze: ...
Silver: ...And I bet every girl on the party will as well.
Blaze: I take that as a compliment. So...what do you want to ask?
Silver: Huh?
Blaze: You didn't come here for a girl talk. And I suppose you're still not over that event that happened yesterday. So what's your question?
Silver: Oh..yeah...I uh...
Blaze: Yes?
Silver: I um...
Blaze: ....Yes?
Silver: * sigh * Blaze...would you like it if-
But before Silver could finish his sentence, suddenly Shadow grabbed his arm out of nowhere.
Shadow: There you are!
Silver: Ah! No! Let go! I swear it was an accident!
Shadow: SHUT UP. I'm not talking about that. ...Yet.
Silver: So what's up?
Sonic: Shadow got another message from G.U.N. They told us to check out a guy's hidden garage because they are positive he makes dangerous substances and chemicals in there to make money.
Silver: So why are you dragging me with you?
Shadow: Because I CAN.
Silver: What about-
Shadow: SHUT UP. Let's go.
Sonic: Can't you leave me and take HIM with you next time?
Blaze was left alone as the three hedgehogs took of. A few minutes later, they arrived at the house where the hidden garage was.
Sonic: Are you sure this is the right place?
Shadow: Positive.
Silver: I don't see anyhting suspicious. Thanks for dragging me here while I was having a conversation by the way.
Sonic: So...any clues, james bond?
Shadow: Don't be fooled.
Then, Shadow layed his hand on the wall, creating a small spark of chaos sphear. The spark created a square like path; and thus, a secret pathway appeared.
Shadow: Nothing is what it seems.
As they walked in, the door closed and a cold wind flew past their quils, bringing a eerie silence. Shadow had his gun by the hand and stayed sharp looking for any danger that might appear suddenly. The rest stayed close as they walked in. A few moments later they saw a room in the distance. Shadow warned them with ahand signal, letting them know to stay low and stealthy. Shadow stayed clse to the walls and used them as cover as they progressed. As he carefully peeked around the corner, he saw no threat. Just an big chaimber filled with thick, small tubes filled with strange chemical oil like substances. Some of them were brightly colored. Red, blue, green, yellow all sorts of colors.
Shadow: Area is safe. let's go guys.
Sonic: Wow...this almost looks like chemical plant. The only difference is that there's no platforming, or danger.
Shadow: Let's see what we have here.
Silver: Can we do this quickly? The guy making all this stuff could know we're here.
Shadow: I wouldn'r worry about an idiot coming in here facing three powerfull hedgehogs who can effortlessly defeat him.
Silver: ...Touché.
The three walked up, taking a closer look at the tubes.
Silver: There should be a way to open them.
Sonic looked next to him, staring at a red button that says: "Open all" He pushed it and all the lids of the tubes opened.
Sonic: Well that was easy. ...Ew...and it stinks.
Shadow: Let's just take a look.
As the two moved on, Silver stayed behind; walking slowly and staring at the opened tubes. The bowling chemicals filled the chaimbers' silence. Suddenly, Silver noticed one tube that was completely black. He stoppped and stared, watching the bubbles pop releasing heat. He was lost in thought while watching this strange substance. It felt...familiar somehow.
Sonic: Silver!
Silver: Huh?
Sonic: Have you found anything suspicious?
Silver: Uh, no. Nothing.
He looked back at the black tube, sighing softly while walking away. But then...he suddenly felt something grabbing his leg. He looked down and saw that the black substance grabbed him. It was a tongue like arm that held Silver. Seeing this, another arm grabbe dhis other leg, letting him fall on the ground. Then it dragged him towards the tube. Silver desperately tried to get away.
Silver: Guys!
Sonic: Huh!?
Silver: Help!
The two couldn't believe what they were seeing. But despite their surpris, they ran towards their friend grabbing his hands and try pulling him.
Silver: Help!
The substancetangled Silver more like arms of an octopus as they both struggled.
Sonic: What kind of chemical plant is this!?
Silver: Guys!!!
Suddenly, their grip became weaker and Silver got pulled in. Completely dragged under the surface. Sonic watched in sock.
Sonic: Silver! Oh no...Oh geez! Shadow, what do we do!?
Shadow: Pulling him out won't help! We have to break this thing!
Sonic: Leave it to me!
The two ran downstairs standing right infront of the tube.
Shadow: How exactly are you going to break this?
Sonic then ran to the end of the chaimber, looking directly at the tube.
Sonic: Don't worry Silver! I'm coming!
The blue hedgehog curled into a ball, building up speed, almost create a cloud of smoke behind him. When he launched, Shadow his his face behind his hands, protecting him from the impact. There was no explosion, just a loud bang noise as Sonic ran into the tube. Shadow looked at his friend as he watching him walking backwards all dizzy. Sonic almost looked drunk due to the impact. He used his head after all.
Sonic: That's it...NEXT time YOU spindash...
Shadow catched Sonic preventing him from falling. Suddenly they heard loud cracks coming from behind. The glass of the tube was breaking. At last, it created a hole, allowing the substance to come out. It acted like thick oil and steam was coming off as it slithered across the floor. Sonic rushed towards it but was stopped by Shadow.
Shadow: What are you doing!?
Sonic: Trying to look for our friend!? He must be here...in this...somewhere.
Shadow: But don't touch it! It would be poisonous!
But the their attention was drawn to the middle of the blackness where somtjhing seemed to emerge. They stared in silence as it grew bigger. It appeared to be Silver....and it was him. Looking with angry eyes at the two hedgehogs, surprised at what they were looking at.
Sonic: ...Silver! I'm glad you're ok!
Out of happyns, he hugged his friend covered in the substance.
Sonic: ....Eeewww...why is it stcking???
Shadow: Are you ok?
Silver: ....Yes. I am covered in a slimy, perhaps poisonous black chemical tar. ....HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!?
Sonic: Calm down Silver. Look at the bright side. Now Shadow and you are even for getting covered in-
Silver: I DON'T CARE! Why does it have to be ME!?
Shadow: Would you two shut up!? We've got more impportant things on our mind. Now get up so we can arrest the idiot responsible for this mess.
Sonic: You're right...
Silver: Fine...
Using his telekenises, he whiped off the sticky tar-like substance off his body. Sonic and Shadow stared in uttuer shock at Silver. Confused by their reaction, Silver he shrugged.
Silver: ...What? What are you looking at?
Sonic: ...Uuh...Silver?
Silver: What?
Sonic: ...You're...black...
Silver: ...What are you- ...WHAT IS!?
Sonic: Silver!
Silver: Ah...I'M...I'M BLACK!?
Shadow: Oohh, how shocking~ It's such a crime to be BLACK.
Sonic: It's not like that Shadow!
Silver: Do even REALIZE what's going on here!? That freacky substance changed my color!
Shadow: This substance is probably very sticky which makes it LOOK like you've turned black. You two go back home. I'll personally take care of the criminal.
Silver: Urgh...
Sonic: Don't worry Silver. Take a shower when we're back home.
While Sonic and Silver headed home, Shadow broke into the criminals' house by kicking the door. It fell in a dark room where a guy sat infront of his computer. The guy stood up looking at his downed door in surprise. "What the frig!? Who's there!?"
Shadow: Shadow the hedgehog and you're under arrest.
The man was still young. About 23 years old and had a cool look. He was relaxed and pretended as if he was innocent. "Arest? For what dude?"
Shadow: You know that damn wellfor having a secret chaimber underneath your house.
Guy: Well what's so special about it man?
Shadow: I don't hav time for some idiot like you. You're coming with me.
The boy turned away with both hands in the air, showing he surrenders. But Shadow didn't see that evil grin on the boy's face. "Ok, ok you got me. But before that..." Then, the aimed a gun at Shadow out of nowhere. "let's see how fast you- ...huh?" Shadow was nowhere to be seen. But not for long. The hedgehog stood behind hm, and shortly squeezed the weakpoint of his shoulder perelazing the guy.
Shadow: Yeah. Whatever.
Without worry, he called G.U.N to come over and arrest the criminal. Back home, Silver headed for the shower while Sonic was taking a rest.
Sonic: Man what a morning. I'm already tired.
Meanwhile, Silver got in th shower and grabbed a special champo. A hero must be clean and good looking. After he turned on the shower, he spilled a lot of the shampo on the brush and began cleaning his arm. ...But shockingly, the substance didn't come off. Silver got scared and brushed harder and faster; it was no use. Nothing came off. The water flowing from his body didn't become black. It didn't wash away anything. He dropped the brush and whimpered.
Silver: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Sonic heard Silver's screaming andrushd upstairs.
Sonic: Whatá wrong!?
Silver: It's not coming off!
Sonic: What!?
Silver: It's not coming off! It's sticking!
Sonic: Why!?
Silver: I DON'T KNOW!
Sonic: What is this!?
Silver: IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
Shadow: What isn't coming off?
The two saw Shadow standing behind them. They paused and stared.
Sonic: Shadow, I think this is MORE than just a freacky substance!
Shadow: What?
Silver: IT'S NOT COMING OFF!
Shadow: I KNOW I'VE HEARD IT! Calm down already.
Silver: How can I calm down!? This much worse than losing an arm or a leg!
Sonic: Seriously?
Shadow: Ok, don't panic. If this substance is kind of reaction like glue, then we can also find an antidote.
Silver: I suppose the guy who's behind all this knows how to make one?
Sonic: I don't think a criminal would do that for someone who just entered his secret garage without permission.
Shadow: I think your friend Tails. He has the right equipment.
Sonic: You can read my mind Shad.
Tails, best friend of Sonic owned a lab where he could work on his creations and new machienes. Every week he build something new; so there had to be something take away this creepy tar like substance. When they arrived, Silver got ver impatient.
Sonic: Hey Tails!
Tails: Hey Sonic! Howw are you?
Sonic: Well, you can better ask this guy who really needs a quick scan.
Tails saw what had become of Silver, standing behind this friends. Tails couldn't believe what he saw.
Tails: Woah- what...Silver? What happened?
Silver: Less talking more explaining! I need you to solve this!
Sonic: Calm down dude.
Tails: Uh, what exactly do you want me to do?
Shadow: You don't happen to have a huge body scanner?
Tails: Well, actually yes! I got a message from the people of the transport to ask me if I can make a body scanner for many airports. This one happens to have a special scanner that even detact dangerous toxicens inside transportation.
Sonic: Since when did criminals get into science?
Tails: No idea. Ayway, step in Silver.
Silver: Alright.
Tails: ...Is anyone gonna tell me why he is black?
Shadow: It seems that he can change his color genes whenever he wants to.
Sonic: Shadow. Don't listen to him. We were investigating a hidden garage filled with chemical substances where he got pulled into a black tar-like substance.
Tails: I see. Sanning now.
As the machiene scanned Silver's body, They watched the monitors' screen; gving them information while scanning.
Sonic: Is it done yet?
Tails: Almost.
The three waited eager to know what the results are.
Tails: Got it. Hmm...from what I'm reading here, this substance is not poisinous.
Sonic: Ha! Ya hear that Shadow? Not poisinous. So no reason to freak out.
Shadow: Hmpf.
Tails: But... the reason why Silver's turned black, is because it has become one with his color genes!
Silver: WHAT!?
Sonic: Say what???
Tails: I'm not joking!
Shadow: Well...now what?
Silver: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? I'm having a bad time as it is and now...THIS HAPPENS! Best week ever!
Sonic: Silver! Please, calm do-
Silver: No! I won't calm down! Your friend here better come up with an antidote fast!
Tails: Don't worry Silver, I will get it done soon!
Shadow: Didn't know you hated the color black so much.
Silver: What's the point of calling be 'Silver' when my color is the oposite!?
Sonic: OK! We all know the situation! Now we go home, relax and tell everyone what happened so that we won't have to explain it over and over again.
Silver: Fine.
Sonic: Thanks Tails.
Tails: No problem.
As they haded home, Silver said nothing; frustrated by the fact that his color changed all the sudden. When they arrived at home, he headed upstairs towards his room, sitting on his bed trying to deal with the situation. His grumpy attitude kept him silent until the eveneing. As the sky was filled with dark clouds and the crumbling sounds of thunder were heard in the distance, he sighed and looked at the book, laying on his nightstand. He decided to read the first chapters until he faced the blank pages again. After he finished all zeven chapters, he decided to take a look again at the blank pages. Even though it made no sense. But when he looked at the last page, he noticed that the black spot...was gone. He stared in suprise. Where did it go? Confused by this, he quickly closed the book and puts it back on his nightstand. Turned off the light and tried to sleep. "...Do I still have the oppertunity?" He thought to himself, staring at the nightsky of his window.
END OF CHAPTER 1

DONE. FINALLY. Hope you enjoyed it.

NWN Click Respawn

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 15:09:47 PDT

Well, if you hadn't guessed, Alarniel's character has just died. So why is she just sitting there staring at the Options screen?
==
The thing is, Valen DOES say those words to your PC, if...!
1. He has confessed his undying love for you and you accepted it (wha...? you rejected his love? Crazy gurl! Crazy!! )
2. He died and you ressurected him. He will initiate conversation with you. Doesn't matter if all Hell and Mad Stuff is falling around you and an evil monk is bashing your shin. Stiffle the pain!
3. Valen: "I feel like a fool for having died. I am grateful that you saw fit to give me another chance."
PC: "I would hope you'd do the same for me."
Valen: His face is grim as Valen suddenly stares into your eyes. He reaches out with a rough hand and brushes your cheek. "I would storm the Nine Hells themselves to bring you back to me, I swear it."

Now swoon dammit! Swoooooooon!... Or not.

Random Fall

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 20:26:42 PDT

Yeah another boredom pic, well I was trying some brushes I have never or hardly use and this happened.... also KRACKLE IN A TANOOKI SUIT!! 8D *shotshotshot*

Krackle, Alfro~ ( me )

More Who-fanart

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 11:25:24 PDT

my whoart gets messier and messier >.>

okay lol, anybody read Dr. Seuss' book The Sleep Book?
it was really cute :3 and i remember this one part where there are two characters who are brushing their teeth underneath this water fall made of toothpaste, to actually get the toothpaste. with that i also wanted to draw Ned again i didnt want to color this because it looks better without color

Harmonyland, Right where it starts

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 23:13:31 PDT

Many congrats to the winner of the bronycon documentary art contest! This was my entry into the competition. Harmonyland, right where it starts.

It was based a lot around the Disney parks and the art that I liked to look at in the Art of Disney stores. Mary Blair was an inspiration too. Also, I thought it would be fun to draw a rather silly and light-hearted scene on a roller coaster.

The picture, of course, portrays a story of five pony friends having a good time, or so it seems. Each of the expressions each of them make is kinda a reaction towards the steep fall on the roller coaster. That's what my friend told me. They also are supposed to portray the different reactions towards the brony community; some being skeptical, others being terrified or in awe, or maybe they were surprised or find themselves having fun. Anyways, they have names, but in a sense, they're supposed to represent the fact they could be anypony. That's why I hid their cutie marks.

Moving on, I tried to make the background ponies as detailed as I can. I also put John De Lancie and Tara Strong as a pony (with the wrong cutie mark) and made it a "Where's Waldo" kind of game (I'm going to edit it so that it has Lauren Faust's pony in it later). The DJ pony bellow the SONIC RAINBOLT roller coaster is supposed to represent the musicians of the brony community. There's also a plushy stand in the corner representing the obvious as for a small sign with a brush and inkwell representing the artists and writers.

And if you have noticed, there are attractions and tents based on the mane six!

Worked on it since the second day of the contest and finished on the seventh day.

Don't Mess with... pt 4

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 22:11:12 PDT

It pain faded as the energy around him disappeared and the alley came into veiw. She could fell the emptiness in her pants and the heaviness of her chest. The cold air off the Mississippi brushed against her skin as Ormarr came into focus.. he was looking at her... no... her... Breasts!?! "What the!!!" She covered them with her hands but her new center of gravity and the suddeness of her movements caused her to the fall to the ground. "Ow!!"

Ormarr laughed, "Well didn't you turn out alright?"

She looked down and examined her body. Large breasts, wide hips and tiny waist. "What did you do to me you bastard!?!" She screamed.

Ormarr came closer, "Like i told you ever single Mage I've taken on is still living, healthy, happy, and well. I don't like to waste power or talent. And you have both just not any focus. We'll change that."

Rusty wanted to move but she couldn't she was frozen in place look helpless as she felt as the man in a white suit and coat approached.

Minty Fresh Adventure 2 Teaser

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 23:59:31 PDT

Coming... er... October-ish, I hope.

When sinister forces messed up the Royal Wedding, certain circumstances caused the Princess's three bridesmaids to fall into a deep pit beneath Canterlot.

Will someone come to save them?

No, of course not. They're background ponies! Nobody's going to come to their rescue... they'll have to save themselves!

And that's the premise for the next game in the Pony Platforming Project series, as Colgate has to brush her way out of yet another giant cave full of monsters who want to kill her... but at least this time she's got a couple of friends to back her up!

MARIS Character Design Sheet

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 07:35:40 PST

It took a while, but here's Maris's profile page! She was pretty hard to do. Since Lamia's design sheet got a few negative comments, I decided to change Maris's uniform to incorporate a bit more brown into it. It also took me a while just to decide on her outfits... she's a fairly stylish character, so I used a few old fashion magazines lying around to come up with a style for her. I kind of want her shirt on the left... I used a brush with a bunch of postal themes to make a shirt that says "priority" and "handle with care" or whatever. I would totally wear that shirt! If any of you are wondering about my sense of "style", let me just remind you that I live in Japan, where a fedora with leggings is totally in. And shorts in fall/winter? You bet!

Maris is a very easy-going kinda girl. She gets excited around cute boys or if she is trying to get someone to tell her some juicy gossip, but is otherwise a fairly mature member of the group who can be a good friend when you're feeling a little down. She gets along with everyone and is a fairly spirited fighter, using water as her element. She's about 23-years-old, so she's at that age where she isn't quite sure if she's an adult yet or not. I remember that age. It was a fun age.

I love her waitress uniform. And her hair. Actually, I think she's one of my prettier characters, which might be why she's also one of my harder characters to draw.

Tried something new with this sheet; gave her a speech bubble, put in a few more profile stuffs, and took out the background sketches of her face like I'd done with the others. If I like this I might do the same to the other characters.

other Guardians:

Maris is © me.
Paper texture is by
Postal texture is by : [link]

Fall from Heaven

Thu, 16 Mar 2006 09:06:11 PST

Yoshua Maides - a character for a comic book thesis project
this is a poster and cover for the project
unfortunately I will not continue with this,
instead my groupmate should finish this.
I hope I had continued it but it's not my original story~
and I feel tired of it.
I hope he will finish it alone! HAHA
as our group did not have teamwork at all. ;[
--
felt tip pens .3 and .5
i also tried to use Enayla's sample brush in her site
[link]
for the white stroke in his back
-
a quick rendering~

What He Wanted

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 17:30:17 PDT

Couldn't resist. =w=~ WARNING! PROWLxSARI ROMANCE DEAD AHEAD!

Prowl sat in his usual spot in his room, lost in meditation and oblivious to the world around him. His was deep in his thoughts, losing time.

It had been over 6 years since the Autobots claimed Earth as their “home” and so far, chaos still reigned throughout Detroit. New recruits, new enemies, old alleys, and some villains who just don’t know when to quit appeared in his mind. So far Prowl has to say that his time on this blue planet had been…eventful.

Who can deny the fact that nothing boring happens around here? Especially in their own human companion, Sari Sumdac.

Over the course of six years, she had grown up quite nicely until she suddenly blossomed into a lovely young lady in her teen years. Her mind was just as sharp and her attitude changed a little, maturing after all this time, but she was still the same Sari the Autobots remember her to be; Sweet, stubborn, humorous, clever, and most of all pure of heart. But of course she grew more troublesome to handle as well; now with dates, drivers licenses (the Autobots vowed to never let her steer them ever again) and high school was introduced to her. And with this the Autobots found how moody a young female human can get. Most of the time the Autobots found themselves with a crabby Sari and other times she would come sobbing her eyes out, but never tell them why. She would just say she needed a shoulder to cry on, something they offered in a spark beat.

Growing up was tough, and being the daughter of a powerful industry was no different for Sari. At times it was worst, but being the tough solider she was, she lived through it with a grin plastered on her face.

Prowl was one of the few she would come to for comfort. He, out of all the Autobots, was by far the easiest to talk to. Bumblebee’s heart is in the right place, but he was too naïve to handle girl situations. Same with Bulkhead. But they were the first for free hugs. Optimus was a second option, but the mech was either busy or simply confused with whatever the girl would bring up. Ratchet….was a WHOLE other story.

At times the Ninja bot would get uncomfortable but he managed. He always felt honored she would come to him always for a problem. It…made him happy. Because afterwards, she would stay by his side and sit with him as he meditated, often falling asleep on his leg.

One time Sari thanked him after she confessed she had boy problems with a kiss that sent his circuits on fritz! He forgot to even blink or how to breathe (not that he could).

Prowl didn’t understand, but he remembered Sari turning tomato red and running out of the room as though caught in a crime! Since then neither dared to come close to each other.

Well Prowl did anyway.

He was a ninja. A static, dead to emotions ninja. Being with Sari now gave him the opposite effect. He tried to keep his distance whenever she would come along on missions and stayed out of sight whenever she would visit. His comrades never questioned this and let him be.

Prowl mentally cursed himself. Every time he got near her, he would get odd feelings he never felt before. A bubbling…tingling feeling in his gut that sent him on wild emotions never brought up before.

A couple of weeks since their last encounter and Prowl was beginning to get into a habit of expecting to see the girl walk right in with a nonchalant wave, or come in tears begging for him to listen to her heartfelt story. He hated to admit it, but he was missing her company.

More than he should. Her smile, her laugh, her tears, her yells, her presence…he wanted it all back!

But he shouldn't want anything. Nothing.

“Hey Prowl!”

The ninja, caught off guard, jumped into the air with a shrill cry and crashed into a branch of the tree. Over the years it grew bigger than ever before and overtook his room. But he hardly minded.

Except now. Ouch.

“I have to meet up with Arcee later in the park!” Bumblebee said with his head poking in from the side of the doorway. “Can you take Sari to her dance tonight?” he pleaded.

“What?!” Prowl sputtered out. “Why me?!”

“Because Bulkhead is gone, Ratchet’s on duty and Optimus went off with Blackarachnia!”

“I meant, why me and not YOU?”

“Because I forgot I promised a date with Arcee.” Bumblebee replied sheepishly. The ninja gave the scout a dry, menacing look, but he chose to ignore it and ran off. “Ok, thanks Prowl! BYE!”

“W-Wait! Bumblebee!” Prowl raised a hand to stop him but heard the young bot transform and speed out of the base within milliseconds. With a sigh, Prowl decided a new position would be best. He climbed onto a branch and hung upside down from his legs, facing the doorway. Nothing he can do but wait for the inevitable to happen.

For a moment he stared, expecting something. Waiting. Not patiently, but not impatiently either. He just wished whatever would happen would happen already.

Scary thing was, he had no idea what he was about to face and even worst why he was anxious about it.

“You know what your waiting for.” his conscious said in a hinting voice. Prowl frowned and off-line his optics. But the voice continued. “You’re waiting for that pretty little lady to come in with a big smile and run into your arms like you were some kind of hero.”

Prowl growled and tried to focus his mind on something else. But the voice went on. “You can’t wait to see her. You’re waiting on her. Hoping to see her smile. You can’t wait to scoop her up in your arms and-“

“I’m NOT waiting for her!!” Prowl finally screamed.

“Waiting on who?”

The ninja, caught once again off guard for the second time that hour, yelped and fell off his branch, landing on his head. He groaned in agony until he heard hurried footsteps, heels no doubt, and gentle hands grabbing his face.

"Prowl! Are you alright?!” Sari Sumdac cried out. “I’m SO sorry! I didn’t mean to scared you!”

For a second Prowl was speechless. Sari was a tomboy at heart, and hardly made an effort to make herself pretty by putting on make-up. Tonight however, her face glowed with soft pink lips and red eyes sparkling.

The motorcycle Autobot began to feel the familiar odd tingling sensation building in his circuitry, going haywire at the sight of the teen girl. He quickly jumped up to his feet, never daring to look directly at her face.

It was worst than he feared! He must have some sort of glitch in his systems! And the cause of it was Sari! He had to get out of there!

“I-I’m fine!” he said. “Bumblebee’s gone, but since your dressed, I shall get someone else to accommodate you!” he said taking fast strides towards the door.

“Wait!”

Prowl stopped but did not turn. “Yes?”

“Um…you don’t notice anything different about me tonight?”

‘Only too well.’ his CPU said. “Yes, you let your hair down.” he said tonelessly. Immediately cursing himself.

“Oh…that all?” the girl asked in a slight hopeful tone.

Prowl said nothing.

“I’m going to my first dance tonight.” Sari said. Prowl didn’t need to look to know she was shuffling her feet, heels clicking with contact to the floor. “I got all dressed up and everything. I feel stupid though.”

“I see.”

After a pause she said, “What do you think of the dress?”

Prowl bit his lip, hoping this wouldn’t be brought up. He was scared of what might happen. What he might do or say. But he could feel the girls, no, the LADY’S eyes burning on the back of his neck. Leaving now would only raise more suspicion than there already was. The last thing he wanted was to lose a friendship as precious as this.

He had no choice. He was cornered for the first time in his ninja career. Even with the door right in front of him.

Slowly he turned around and couldn’t hold back a gentle gasp coming out of his mouth.

Sari stood there in an elegant gown that flowed down her body to the floor. It was a lovely dark shade of black with gold trims around the bosom and melted into orange at the bottom, making it look like an inferno was waiting to explode within her. The shoulders were bare with nothing but a silk sash to cover her exposed arms. It sparkled in the dimly lit room, making every breath she took sparkle and shine. The dress itself brought out her developing curves and made her already lovely body more womanly. It was times like these that Prowl keeps forgetting that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was growing up faster than anyone could blink. Her hair was straight and fell down her back like a silk curtain.

“You…look nice.”

...

‘Someone fraggin stab me please.’

“Just….nice?” Sari said. A sighed escaped her glossed lips, seeming disappointed.

“Is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing wrong.” Sari said in that familiar, “I’m saying it but I mean the opposite so ask me what’s wrong again or else I’ll be moody” tone. Prowl knew this was dangerous grounds and carefully chose his next words this time.

“You just seem…upset.”

“Upset?” Sari said, almost snapping. “Why would I be upset? I’m not upset! Do I LOOK upset?” she said her voice raising higher and higher.

“Well, now you are.” he answered. He remembered very well how upset this girl can get, sometimes getting the end of her loud, loud, LOUD screeches and going deaf for days.

“So NOW I’m upset. Is that what you’re saying?” Sari said in a biting tone.

“Um…I don’t-“ Prowl stuttered out. For a ninja with keen skills on "human lifeforms", he had NO idea what was wrong with the human female to save his hard drive.

“Well, maybe I AM upset because I get all prettied up for ONCE in my lifetime, taking five flippin hours to do my hair, spend days trying on dresses and spending an arm and a leg at just the right one, trying to walk straight in goddamn heels that are killing me right now, and for what? For a “You look nice”?!” Sari screamed.

Prowl was anything but floored and stared wide eyed at the female. In a fit of frustration, she bent down, lifted her skirt to reveal her legs momentarily and tore off her heels, tossing them aside with a grunt. She then stormed her way over to the ninja bot, who backed away slightly. “Not only that, but I don’t see you in two weeks and you expect me to act like nothing? How stupid do you think I am Prowl?!” she shouted.

“I never said-“

“And another thing! Why did you act like I was a freaking plague?! Am I that disgusting?!”

“No! Never! You’re anything but!”

“Then WHY-“ Sari screamed at the top of her lungs, coming up short into a sort of cough or a sneeze, followed by a small whimper. “-are you trying to run away from me?” she finished with a soft tone, eyes watering up.

‘OH SLAG!’ his conscious screamed. He bent down immediately to her level, unsure of what to do. In the back of his mind, he knew he did wrong. Sari was sensitive with people running away from her. What he did probably just hurt her more than anything else in the world.

“Was it because I kissed you?” she asked through her sobs. “If it is…then I promise never to do it again Prowl. I swear I won’t.” she said. She then dropped to her knees and broke down right there. "Just please...don't leave me..." she sobbed.

Prowl came to her side cautiously, now more scared of her tears than of her. Those tears were caused by HIM. They were evil!

“Sari.” Prowl said gently, taking the girl into his arms. She was no longer the tiny human who could fit into his palm anymore. Now she easily reached up to his waist, her pigtails always tickling his stomach area whenever she asked for hugs.

The teen sniffled and accepted the hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her head on his metallic shoulder.

“I know your upset Sari. And I apologize for seeming to be avoiding you.” he said rubbing her back with a couple of fingers. Even made of metal, Sari felt nothing but softness caressing her body. “I was…just confused.” he said, which was almost the truth.

Sari kept her eyes away, knowing her make-up was ruined by this point. “I did something stupid then huh?” she mumbled.

“No!” Prowl said, then bit his lip. Sari peeked at his face and Prowl was suddenly glad for his one optical eye sight. He was sure if he had optics similar to the others, he would have them darting all around the room nervously, trying to avoid the girl’s penetrating gaze. “I…Sari I must confess. I was…anxious. Or…” he looked away this time, unable to take her large red eyes. “..to put into better terms….nervous.”

“About what?” she asked. Prowl couldn’t see the sparkle in the girl’s eyes as her abdomen fluttered.

“About…seeing you again after…that contact.” he said feeling his faceplates heat up. He cursed his circuitry.

“You were nervous…about me?” she asked in surprise. Prowl noted her face turned a light red as well, but he dismissed this as embarrassment on her part. After all, she’s probably disgusted with him now. “But your never nervous!” she added with wide eyes.

Prowl found a smile then. Leave it to Sari to make the situation worst on his part. But at least she complemented him. That was a boost. “Yes, that is true.” he said and then became serious once more. “I was…unsure of how we would act after…that.” he finished. He couldn’t even bring himself to THINK of the word. Blast his frame to the pits!

Sari seemed to understand the situation and looked down to her hands on his chest plate shyly. “Well…if it bothers you that much, we don’t have to talk about it.” she said doing circles with her index finger. Prowl, unfortunately, felt them and had to hold back a shiver. “We can just go on like nothing ever happened. No one will ever know."

Prowl couldn’t be sure, but he could have sworn that she sounded sorrowful about this. Was his imagination? Nonetheless, he spoke out, “But the thing is Sari…I don’t want to.”

Sari’s body visibly flinched with a gasp. She turned her head to the ninja mech with an expression that could have meant shock, confusion, uncertainty, or disgust for all he knew. All he knew was his CPU was on autopilot and he spoke not on his behalf!

“I…do not want to forget something I enjoyed.” he whispered staring deep into her wide red eyes.

Sari’s face then turned red and she looked away. Prowl cursed his mind, body, and soul over and over again. ‘Slag! Glitch-head! Fraggin piece of trash!’ his CPU yelled. ‘Look at what you’ve done! You just ruined the best friendship you could have asked for! You ARE a worthless mech after all!’

What felt worst though was not the words echoing in his mind, but the spark in his chest wouldn’t stop from breaking into a million shattered pieces. This friendship was destroyed and he could not fix it. No amount of skill can do that.

Prowl set Sari down on the floor and she never made a sound. It was true then. A lone wolf he was destined to be.

“I am sorry.” he said and turned to leave.

"Prowl.”

The ninja bot stopped. Perhaps she found her voice now and was ready to shout at him?

“I still need that ride.” she mumbled.

Prowl turned back surprised, but found she was touching up her make-up with a hand-bag suddenly at her arm. “But…I’m not a car. I’ll ruin your dress.”

“Doesn’t matter. You owe me a ride still.” she said in a stubborn tone. She clasped her mirror shut and grabbed her heels. “Come on.” she ordered pointing to the door. Prowl sighed and nodded.

“Yes ma’me.”

Prowl could have lived through many things; War, death, cold, wet, even humiliation. But this takes the cake.

Prowl tried VERY hard not to think of the female sitting on his back, leaning most of her body against his metal casing. He noted just how flimsy that dress was and was just a sheet covering her body. It took everything he had to pay attention to the road and not the female nearly hugging him as he sped around the streets.

Why did she insist on him taking her to the party still? Was she furious and wanted to get away from him as soon as possible? Or is she trying to think a plan as she rode? She always did that whenever they would go on long trips, daydreaming for the longest periods of time. Prowl wasn’t sure and only wished he did. It would certainly help his conscious of what he was suppose to do!

“Wait! Turn here!” Sari cried out. Prowl, though confused since the fact her school was to the left, obligated and went right. Sari then directed him to more streets and soon found himself at the park! The teen asked if he could carry her since the ground looked so muddy. Without a second thought he picked her up and carried her into the grassy plains and through the lovely trees.

The walk was silent, neither speaking to the other. Prowl on his part tried to occupy himself by looking at the lively activity around him; the owls hooting, the crickets playing their song, and the distant glow of the moon above the tree tops.

Soon Sari cried out, “Stop!” But what confused the mech was they weren’t at a party, or even near civilization. They were at the pond with the fountain standing in the center, spurting out water. Fireflies fluttered by over the Lilly pad surface in magical dances while frogs croaked out in song with the crickets. It was truly beautiful to the mech.

Prowl turned to the female who had her eyes set on him. He jumped seeing them staring at him to contently and blushed. “What?”

“Nothing. You just looked happy for a sec there.” Sari giggled and then pushed herself to her feet on the ground. Prowl looked around trying to find any sign of life other than the nature. “Where is the party?” he asked the girl strolling calmly around the pond.

“There is no party.” Sari said holding her hands behind her back and gazing down at her refection.

“What? Why?” Prowl exclaimed.

"Please don’t get mad.” Sari said, sounding pleading. “I just wanted to look pretty for one night of my life that’s all.” she said.

“But why did you tell me there was a party?”

“I…guess I wanted to get you away from the base.” she confessed with a laugh. Prowl stared dumbfounded at the girl as she turned around with a large grin. “Guess my plan failed though huh? I only look “nice". And I picked this dress out because it reminded me of you too."

Prowl winced, remembering his comment (and then blushed hearing the other too). “That…wasn’t entirely true.” he said rubbing his head bashfully.

“Oh?” Sari said with feigned surprise. “Ok, I’ll ask you again! How do I look?” she said, taking her dress and twirling around in a circle.

Prowl sighed and gave a smile. “You look more beautiful than anything I have ever seen.”

At this Sari stopped, staring at the ninja with wide shocked eyes. “R-Really?”

“Yes.”

“Even those mountains we saw last year?”

“Yes.”

“The waterfalls we visited on my birthday?”

“Even those.”

“And the Hawaiian islands? You said those were-“

“Sari!” Prowl cried out, kneeling down to the frantic female, taking her chin with his finger. “I said you were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I mean it. Nothing on this planet could compare to you.” he said sincerely.

Sari stared at the mech, unable to move or even breathe. The only sound was the nature sounds filling the air like a five-star orchestra. Prowl took this chance to brush away some bangs from her face, smiling as she blushed hotly. “I believe you looked…cuter with them pulled back.” he said with a grin.

Sari smiled back, stepping up to the mech, face to face. “And I say you look better with a face full of cosmetics.”

Prowl looked questionably. “Last time you did that Bumblebee and Bulkhead never trusted you with lipstick or eye shadow again.” he said, remembering the prank she pulled on those two a while back.

Sari giggled and raised her hands to his face, her eyes fluttering and lips puckering. “That’s not hat I meant.” she whispered and close the distance between their faces.

Prowl, for the third time that day, had been caught off guard. But for once, he did not mind. Because this was what he wanted all along.

I confess. I'm a BIG fan of this couple. >w< Not alot of people may support it, But I certainly do. Don't know why but it works for me. >w<
I have a good feeling though that alot of fans are gonna kill me. And yes, that is Sari! ^v^ I can't draw Prowl to save my life so I settled with the girl of his life instead. Ain't she cute? >w<
Hope you all enjoyed the story. ^c^

MS Contest: Doctor Ravenetta

Tue, 09 Feb 2010 15:55:30 PST

liek omg!1!1! hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!1!!! my neam iz kawaiicherry10luvsedward!!!1!!! berrycherry'z lil sista!!!1!!1!! i cant blieve mi sis iz putting thiz kawaiidesu pic in a marysue contezt. liek hellooooooooo...shez know marysue!!!!1!!!1!!! liek look at her!!1! she iz so not marysue! im gonna say wut her name iz. her name iz doctor ravenetta nadeshiko kagome rosalie nekomimi konichiwa moonlight twilight saturn draco bella edwina way urie wentz lennon mccartney. she haz teh most prettyful neam in teh world!!1!!! she iz teh most wunderful and prettyful and bootiful and awesomenest person in teh whole entrie world!!!1!!!!1!1!1!!!1!!1!1!!!1 here'z her story!!

doctot ravenetta wuz born on teh planat gallifray as a princess along wit doctor who and teh master. in fact she wuz there childhood fiend!!!1!!1!!! she iz a timelady and she traveled wit doctor and killz that ugly rosey and that uglier donna. (A/N shez no doctor!!!1!!1!!!) soon a climatick battle comenceed and she and doctor batteld teh smexy master. wit her amazing booty she stoped doctor and master from killzing themselvez and made them realizes they love each other and they realizedz that they love cap jack too. doctor ravenetta loved jack but decided that she was too pretty for him so he ran to doctor and master.

thens she went 2 fudal japan (A/N omg kawaii desu!!!1!!!1!! omg i luv japan!!!1!!! its teh greatest country in teh world!!!1!!!!1!!) + met up wit inuyasha and fell in love wit him. she alsos fell en luv wit sesshomaru but decided he wuz 2 ebil and ugly 4 her. she alsos got captured by the ebil naruku who wanted her 4 himself cuz shez so bootiful. inuyasha goez and saves her and they kil naraku. l8tr she decides that he too ugly fer her so she dumped him and he went to miroku and they became luvers!1!!1!!1!!!!

afterthat she went 2 alcemist county and met edward who she fell in luv wit. (A/N she wouldnt fall 4 al cuz hes in armor!1!! ravenetta doesnt liek armor!!!1!!!) both roy and edward fell in luv wit her and they fought over her!!!1!!!1!! liek omg!!1!!!1! but they realized in teh end they were meant for each other and became luvers!!1!!! ravenetta wuz brokenhearted

then doctor ravenetta went to konoha and sasuke and itachi fell for her along wit kakashi and haku and naruto. they all fought over her and in teh end ravenetta choose sasuke but he broke her heart cuz he fell in luv wit naruto!!!1!!!1!! 8D while she wuz ther she wuz declared the new hokage cuz of she awesum powers and beauty!!!!1!!!1!!1!!!

l8tr ravenetta came 2 haloween town and she and jack skellington became luvers. ravenetta wuz declared teh pumpkin queen cuz of her awesumness and her smexyness. ravenetta iz teh sex!!1!!11!! she also killed that ugly sally and shock and ogie bogie!!1!!!!!!1!!1! but soon someone elze's caught her i. it wuz sora!!!1!!!1!!11!1!! soon they fell in luv and they thought it wuz twuluv 2. but it wasnt meant 2 b.......cuz riku came in2 teh pic and ravenetta fell in luv wit him instead!!!1!!1!!!1!!! but soon she fell out of luv cuz riku wuz abusing her X( and hiting her and sora came 2 her rezcue. she also bcame bestest friends wit xion and found out that she wuz teh twu keyblade masta!!1!!!1!!!!!!!1!!!!

along teh way ravenetta became a sailor scout, got teh powers of a grim reapr, a shinigami, a valkirie, and a mime and iz an avatar and had a small afair wit zuko and aang!!!!!1!!!11! she also entered in a duel monsterz tournement and beat yugi, kaiba, bakura (A/N proud bakura fangrl!1!!!!1!! british peeps rulez!!!1!!! ^_^) and marik. she also possesses the 8th milllinium item.......teh milllinium heart!!!1!!1!!! yugi, yami, kaiba, bakura, and marik all fell in luv wit her and fought over her in a kidz card gamez. they then realized that they should be wit each other and ravenetta wuz sad again. she got so sad that she bcame ttly goffik and emo. she wuz despressed and she cut herself alot....

l8tr she came 2 amity park and met teh one and only danny phantom!!!!1!!!!!1!!!!1!!!! they imedi8ly fall in luv but b4 they could rly enjoy there luv....teh ebil plasmeus kidnaps ravenetta!!!!1!!1!!!! so danny goez and fightz teh ebil plasmeus and wit ravenettaz help they defeatz him. then danny and ravenetta declare there evalasting luv 4 each other (A/N liek edward and bella!!!1!!!1!!1 ravenetta actully dated edward b4 bella came along and iz a vampyre 2!!!1!!1!!1! edward iz sooooo hottt and soooo smexy!!!!1!1!!1) and ravenetta walks into teh ghost world portal thingy and bcomes halfghost so she can fight along wit danny. she and sam r liek sistas and all teh boys want 2 b wit her but she only luv danny!!!1!!11!1!!! ravenetta and danny become the king and queen of teh ghost world and she and danny hav a romantic wedding and live happly eva.....

BERRYCHERRY9: What the....sis!!! What the hell are you doing on my computer?!

KAWAIICHERRY10: nuthinnn....

BERRYCHERRY9: Get the hell off my computer!!!! *looks at character summary* Oh dear god what the hell have you done?

KAWAIICHERRY10: i wuz tellingz them ravenettaz kawaii desu story!!!1!!1!!

BERRYCHERRY9: Why was I cursed with a "sister" who abuses the English language? (not to mention the Japanese language...) Oh nevermind. Just go sit in your corner... *does a facepalm*

KAWAIICHERRY10: finnneeeee!!1!!1!!! *stickz out touge*

*********************************************** Sorry 'bout that folks... my "sister" can get so out of control sometimes. I hope you like my marysue for 's marysue contest. Just to let you know it hurt to think her up. I think I lost about 25% of my braincells just drawing her...

Well here are her stats....

NAME: doctor ravenetta nadeshiko kagome rosalie nekomimi konichiwa moonlight twilight saturn draco bella edwina way urie wentz lennon mccartney (I deeply appologize to John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Gerard Way, Brendon Urie, and Pete Wentz for using their names in this travesty...)

SPECIES: timelord, fairy, dragon, mermaid, nekoji, demon, angel, fallen angel, werewolf, unicorn, vampire, (KAWAIICHERRY10: shez a vegetarian liek edward!!!1!!!11!!
BERRYCHERRY9: DAMMIT KAWAII!! GO BACK TO YOUR CORNER!!!!) pixie, alien, reaper, shinigami, god, chuck norris, bruce lee, steven segal, ghost, na'vi, airbender, firebender, earthbender, waterbender, ninja turtle, valkyrie, mime, stripper, and human.

STATUS: married to Danny....*headdesk*

ORIENTATION: straight

EYE COLOR: (BERRYCHERRY9: *sigh* KAWAII, you describe how she looks. I can't bring myself to do it. If I headesk one more time, I think I'll get permanent brain damage...)
KAWAIICHERRY9: her eyecolor iz fairy princess pink wit shades of ocean blue, and flowery green!!1!!1!
BERRYCHERRY9: *headdesk*

HAIRCOLOR: (KAWAIICHERRY10: her hair iz rose glass colored pink wit strands of twilight blu. it iz also stronger than diamonds and can cut thru teh hardest thingz in teh world!!!!!1!!111!

ADDITIONAL FACTS: She's also a sailor scout (sailor ravenetta), and has her own death note and sycthe. Has insane magical ribbon powers, can distort space and time, can control plants, has more powerful ghost powers than Danny, is an amazing alchemist, has her own TARDIS, can morph into a cat, dog, dragon, unicorn, bird, puddle of water, and a bat, and can survive a nuclear explosion. She is also the princess of Gallifrey, and queen of Halloween Town which she ruled with Jack (and unfortunately still has power there...) and the Ghost Zone which she rules with Danny.

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Hope your brain didn't melt...Actually, here's a fun fact, I was listening to "Dark Woods Circus" by Hastune Miku and the vocaloid gang, and I have to say it was a very good song choice.

oh, the deformity...DEFORMITY!!!!!!!!!!

Ravenetta was hand-drawn and then digitally colored in Corel Painter 4.

I also used rose brushes, sparkle brushes, and a gradient brush for the sparkly, flowery mess that is the background.

Ravenetta (c) unfortunately me and I own my "sister" kawaiicherry10luvsedward too.

Danny Phantom and characters (c) Butch Hartman

Full Metal Alchemist characters (c) Aniplex

Avatar: Last Airbender (c) Nick

Nightmare Before Christmas (c) Tim Burton

Naruto and characters (c) Viz

Doctor Who and characters (c) BBC

Inuyasha and characters (c) Rumiko Takahashi

Kingdom Hearts and characters(c) Square Enix

Everything else , I don't own either. Other than that horrible story at the beginning...

Breaking

Sat, 04 Sep 2010 20:01:07 PDT

Ok, my best work yet lol. 6 tails turning into 8. I know they didnt show how he transformed so I did it like when he goes 4 tails.

I love the kyuubi, and 6 tails is my fave. This was a quick and simple sketch I did at school out of boredem but decided to color it and got this. I was quick and cheap with the fire/red effects. But Im proud of it to no end. I hope yall like it as much as I do. Nothing else much to say except yay!

Time: 11 hours (give or take)
Program: Adobe Photoshop CS4
Song while making: A Lunatic's Lament and Tears Don't Fall

Art belongs to ME!
NARUTO BELONGS TO MASASHI KISHIMOTO(i hope I spelt that right)

Cloud brush used [link]
Scratch brushes used (sorry got to find you 2 again)

Thankyou all ahead of time for the faves and comments!

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