My own little sonic oc I've had for actually quite a while now lol. It was about time she saw the light of day again with a refreshed reference. She's also paired with Lord Mordred Hood. Ok small bio: Name: Vendetta Spinneret Alias’: Lady Hood Age: 22 Gender: Female D.O.B: October 30th Astrological Sign: Scorpio Species: Black Widow Spider Mobian Height: 5’4” Weight: 120 ibs Blood Type: O+ Personality: Vain, selfish, sarcastic, quick-witted, charming (when need be), manipulative Birthplace: Eurish Sexual Preference: Heterosexual Alignment: Chaotic neutral Affiliation: Consort to Lord Mordred Hood Occupation: N/A (Helps Mordred with his assigned missions from time to time) Languages Spoken: Mobian Favorite color: Gold and black Fears: Angering Eggman, Being roboticized, Losing Mordred Hobbies: Creating outfits, reading, flower pressing, collecting jewelry, parkour Distinguishing Features: Half a shaved head, sclera is a deep red color, black widow mark appearing on both sides of head, eyes are a bright crimson Weapons: - Small dagger hidden in left shoe Proficiencies: - Wilderness survival, tracking, hunting, sewing, herbology, bartering Magic/Special Abilities: - Mind controlling venom - Palms are covered with many small glands that produce web tissue Relationships: - Lord Mordred Hood (Lover) - Eggman (Boss) - Sonic and Co. (Enemies) Quirks: - Plays with hair or fiddles with necklace when bored - Talks to herself when alone or stressed - Throws things when angry Quotes: - “Why do something when you can have someone else do it for you?” Extra: - Loves fashion design - Favorite flower is the iris flower - Mostly reads mystery/detective novels - Loves climbing and hopping between roofs of high buildings for the adrenaline rush - Acts as if she fears nothing but it’s all for show - She and Mordred have a date night every Friday, it’s a rule in their house she implemented Lord Mordred Hood (c) Archie comics Sonic (c) Sega

Two photos of different angles of a pinecone glued to a circular piece of wood and decorated like a christmas tree. Various beads are glued to the tree, as well as glitter, and a red ribbon is wrapped around it. At the top of the pinecone is a yellow colored bead with gold tissue paper around it.

Sheathing is the skin encasement around the android’s body and face — at least where obvious cybernetic implants are not affixed. A unique android might start game play with the most advanced alloy cladding, a more typical plastic sheathing, or be unlucky and have no covering at all and all its servo motors, wiring, pistons and underlying skeletal frame exposed. Androids start with a base defense value of 0 (zero) just like a human character, however apply any agility modifiers, sheathing mods, or skill-based changes after the character is created. Sheathing, or a lack thereof, also affects the endurance trait of the android so record any endurance amount added or subtracted when establishing a sheathing type, as this amount can change when skin is added or removed. Only one sheathing type can be adhered to the android at any given time. Ink illustration for page 46 of The Mutant Epoch RPGs Expansion Rules Book. See a commentary here: https://swordsandstitchery.blogspot.com/2024/10/review-commentary-on-mutant-epoch.html #skin #sheathing #skinned #tissue #skeleton #android #noai #noaiart #ink #rpg #ttrpg #scifi #playercharacter #mutantepoch #expansionrules #tme #postapocalyptic #themutantepoch #roleplayinggame #apocalyptic #outlandsystem #outlandarts #mutants #mutant #epoch #tabletoprpg like #gammaworld or #fallout or #mcc #Polycarbonate #alloy

> [**Image:** The Lastborn, a Sylvari of Guild Wars 2 infamy. He’s tall and svelte, with an enormous mane of yucca that terminates with loose braids. They weave around a flowering stalk, which sits at his feet like a ponytail. He has a skirt of agave that looks a bit like a tailcoat, as well. The features of his face are trim and sharp, with a tall, broad nose that’s almost kitty-like, and a pointed gaze that’s lidded by pointier eyelashes. Most striking is the wound over his right eye, which runs all the way from his jaw to his scalp. It exposes much of the darker tissue under his cheek. > > He sits on the ground with his arms on his knees, clutching a makeshift ocotillo walking stick and brooding.] ◆◆◆ "No, you're right. I lied to you. I was not birthed, but expelled, like a malignant tumor being cut out of a body. The Tree deposited me here with her furthest root. I crawled out of the dirt and into the desert, alone. When the Court finally found me, they said that they had created me, that they had finally inoculated the Tree with their nightmares. But I believe they were merely taking credit for what was a natural immune response—that is, ridding her body of trauma— in order to groom me. Nonetheless I carry it inside of me. I am called every day by morbid visions that are mine, but which do not belong to me. The Court wants to use me to sow anguish and heartbreak among their kin, and the Wardens want me dead. Some believe this is why I was really created, so that this immortal and intangible evil could be made into something mortal and tangible… Something that could be killed. But you are already familiar with such things, no, dragonslayer? Why are you really here? Did the Pact send you? The Wardens? The Tree herself? Because I cannot imagine why someone like you would come to meet someone like me, except to do their dirty work." ◆◆◆ The Lastborn is a sylvari(?) pariah who mostly keeps to himself and fucks around in the desert. He is dry (pun intended) and emotionally austere, but insightful. People typically get a selfish, callous vibe over a thoughtful vibe, though, because of his rigid commitment to isolation and nonintervention. In truth, he feels he must “go it alone” to protect himself and those around him. Everyone knows that something went wrong during his creation… or maybe something went wrong long before his creation, and he was just collateral. Either way, the Lastborn emerged from the Pale Tree less like a daughter sprout and more like a root parasite. The Dream that he was fed is completely unrecognizable to most of his peers, a fever dream of fear and pain. The Court considers him to be the first son raised from their Nightmare, and whether or not this is actually true, this narrative has been compelling enough to estrange him from the Tree and her children. His apparent abandonment—coupled with his induction into the Court during his formative years—is the ultimate condemnation in the minds of his peers. Worse still, he feels his Wyld Hunt calling him to return to these morbid memories, the way you might pick and scratch at a wound that won’t heal. The possibility that he’ll be called to do something terrible has frightened him into living in isolation—or at least, that’s what he tells those who have the grace to ask first, instead of attacking him on sight. Really, he’s a hermit by choice as much as he is by circumstances outside of his control. He’s not as desperate for belonging as he used to be, and it’s been years since he made his quiet exit from the Court… Though he’ll probably never be out of the shadow of (indicates generally) whatever that was. Other schtuff: * Not in touch with the Dream, but constantly receives Visions And Nightmares against his will. You could probably consider him an oracle, but only for worst case scenarios, intrusive thoughts, and terrible ideas. And he can’t even tell you if they’re actually going to happen or not. * Not outwardly hung up about being estranged from the Pale Tree and her kids, but maybe a little bit on the inside. Un poquito. I think the two of them reach an understanding later that she did All That to try and protect him (for better or worse.) * Unsure if he emerged with a name or not. If he did, he has never spoken it to others. “The Lastborn” (sometimes “Lostborn”) is an epithet bestowed on him in lieu of a true name. Later on he learns from his friends that you can give yourself a name, or ask other people to name you, and you can change it as many times as you want, and he goes appropriately ham. * Ofc not actually lastborn (others come after him, albeit in a more normal way.) but my lot in life is that every couple of years I recreate [the last firstborn](https://celldweller.bandcamp.com/track/the-last-firstborn) * ⠀ * I just think it’s funny if the Court did all these awful things in order to make an eeeevil treebaby. But in the end you fucked up a perfectly good sylvari is what you did. Look at him. He has anxiety.

You may be thinking "wow, that thing's shell has cool markings"- and you'd be wrong. Those black and yellow markings are actually on the flamingo tongue snail's "mantle", an external "body wall" (which is basically skin+layers of tissue that live beneath it) and the shell itself is a plain cream! I had absolutely no idea this was a thing, so now I must educate you too. :3 ...hopefully this wasn't already common knowledge. XD **Like what you see? Support me via:** -[Redbubble](https://www.redbubble.com/people/Sylph264/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent) -[Patreon](https://www.patreon.com/sylph264) -[Commissions](https://www.deviantart.com/sylph264/journal/Commission-Information-893685735) -[Kofi](https://ko-fi.com/sylph264) **Or check me out on:** -[Instagram](https://www.instagram.com/sylph.264/) -[Deviantart](https://www.deviantart.com/sylph264) -[Artfol](https://www.artfol.co/sylph264)

This was originally posted onto my DeviantArt, TheRealGeneralSnivy on 8/5/22. My allergies have been kicking my butt over the past 2 weeks and they have been driving me crazy. Despite that, they gave me the idea to draw this. This also gave me time to get used to drawing with my new One by Wacom tablet as my handwriting leaves a lot to be desired. (Thank God for stabilizers, am I right?) This took a few days to finish as there were a lot of things I wanted to do and after watching a YouTube video on perspectives with basic shapes, I wanted to apply what I've learned to a few things here which are the nightstand, the box of tissues, and to an extent, the bed as well. I also played around with Krita's pre-set brushes for pretty much everything, from the carpet to the walls, to Oshawott's blanket, to Oshawott's hand-crafted Snivy plush toy, and more. Overall, despite this being the first thing I drew with the One by Wacom tablet, this turned out great, in my opinion. I still have much to learn and improve on for future drawings, that's for sure. [Bowl of soup referenced in this picture.](https://www.deviantart.com/miosis-exe/art/Soup-Bowl-of-Mind-569615993)

Idk. They're just looking at a rising tissue.

I made his fur completely white cuz I imagine him looking more like a false albino or leucistic. he's very much inspired by films such as "the void" and the "re-animator " [Name] - Dr.Drachen [Age] - unknown [Gender] - male [Species] - mobian/demon [Personality] - evil, psychopathic, down right insane, creepy, is extremely intelligent, menacing, cunning, deceitful, untrustworthy, disturbing in every way, dark sense of humor, prideful of his work. [Power] - summon objects such as surgeon tools and certain demonic creatures - transform his hands into a saw or some sort of blade -he is able to fix people from any deadly wounds that are beyond repair, even reanimate people back from the dead, create cures and treatments for any condition, illness, disease or viruses known and unknown to man but will only give these services to a person through a deal . - immortal to an extent - mess with people minds and change the environment around them when entering his labyrinth of hospital - heal a bit quicker and can take pain - able to cross dimensions and the living world using the doors in the hospital . - see in the dark and has great sense of hearing - is fast as hell - sense other supernatural beings [Friends] - good loyal friends with dokeshi [Love interest] - death belonging toda-launtic5150 [Sexuality] - demi romantic, asexual [Other facts] - disappeared somewhere in the 1970's - was a medical doctor / scientist researcher - he suffers from schizophrenia , before he became this monster he had already had this condition as a mortal man but he was able manage his symptoms and function normally even earning himself a high class job but after the event in which he was stuck in hell he was unable to fully manage his condition anymore and it became worse and worse following his downfall to insanity and madness. - has seven demons created by his own hand showing parallels to the seven deadly sins and who he treats as his children for they share fragments of his own brain tissue. ------------------------------------------------------------ sadly i can not write the rest of his story do to word limit on this things which fucking sucks!!! but in short he's a half demon like being who mutilates and performs surgeries on his victims which he calls his patients in a hospital that tends to cross over the living world . people think its and abandoned hospital so they enter and the entrance disappears on them leaving them trapped in this maze of hallways and hospital rooms with the doctor and his creations chase them down in. those who under go his surgery and die are said to be the lucky ones while those that survive the ordeal live in constant agony in an unrecognizable body to serv the doc.

Her armor clings to her skin. Cold temperatures continue to plummet, directing shivers across her nerves at rapid rates. Snow crunch underneath Feron's pace; exacerbated breaths details the Drells exhaustion. She offers him no mind - for now, focusing on their shared goal, treading along the treacherous land. The Normandy’s scattered appendages surround roaming Blue Sun members, planted vessels disturbing the graveyard her friends laid. Feron leads her over to a lone container, whispering commands to her and preparing for the inevitable fight. Her eyes adjusted, twinkling dog tags sprung her into action. For their benefit, their opponents were a minuscule size compared to what she previously dealt with. They stood no chance against her biotics - Feron assisting clips eliminating any buoyant mercs, effortlessly trapped in blistering eezo fields. Scorching armor clads drop, intensified by electricity terrain scalping the snow. Cautiously, Liara trudges over the corpses (Pressley's unattended corpse decomposes in). Halls she attended once decayed under whiteout. Feron migrated to other means. Unidentifiable mutterings fluttered in the air. She located their objective, an awaiting presentation only the Goddess would have been able to conjure. Shepard’s body seared from atmospheric influence, characteristics singeing the Normandy’s skeleton remains as well. Her logic only draws blanks - ligaments tore connective tissue on her legs. Her right arm, disconnected from its origins. Tangled veins absorb frostbite instead of blood. Dried blood merges frost. She wrinkles her nose. She inhales (she watches Shepard’s agonizing plummet, overwhelming emotions shut her mind off -). Her knees crumble under her weight, liberating relief washes over her veins, calming her hysterical mind. She ignores Ferons warnings; searching eyes evaluating Shepard’s tattered form. Her hand lays on fragmented fingers (warm human hands compliment her colder presence), carefully laying her helmet on the shattered visor. Familiar ‘clink’ muted by roaring winds. “I found you, my love. I found you,” Liara tells her, lifeless eyes greet her, “It’s going to be okay now, I promise.” She reaches out. She finds nothing. “Liara - we need to go now!” Feron interrupts. She debates cradling Shepard’s corpse close. His unsuspecting hands clasping her shoulder startles her, aware of incoming ships of the Shadow Brokers forces. Her throat clenches, eyeing the awaiting pod. “Forgive me, I must move you now,” She informs Shepard (it's okay), easing a biotic sphere around the corpse, delicately lifting her love out of her frozen barrow. Howls and bullets attempt to cease her recovery, retaliating fire suppresses their rude arrival. Swinging arms; she successfully migrates Shepard into her refuge, automatically securing once it detects a presence. Chaos ensues - Feron rushes her towards a ship (“Any ship!”), firing any mercs bordering their cover. Biotics maneuver the pod into the carrier - haphazardly she feared - before closing on her, guarding against clips after clips of foreboding assault. Liara sighs, rushing towards the pod in immense happiness. She rests a hand on the glass; the ship jerks for their ascension, out of the fridge glacier. She announces her emotion, turning a heel, expecting Feron to be standing near her, congratulating themselves on a job well down. Panic blossoms; it’s empty, leaving only her and Shepard alone in the ship.

**Drawing of 2020 Monster/Wisp Challenge.** Copy/Paste Description: _Has anyone seen Hellboy 2? Then you will remember those creatures the "tooth fairies". They feed largely on calcium (flesh, bones, organs and other tissues), and due to its higher concentrations of the aforementioned mineral, they prefer the teeth (hence their name). When attacking live prey, they target a victim's teeth, though they will eat their prey until nothing remains but droppings._ _Of course this fairy is not exactly the same. they feeds on the teeth but for fresh dead people, from time to time they help a human with a tooth that needs to be removed, they favorites are the healthy teeth of criminals, the more heartless, violent and evil the owners teeth the better! They especially love ripping at night._ _They are the biggest, creepy, not so cute cousin of the classic tooth fairies that children love so much. These little things are very judgmental with their teeth and give the children money depending on the quality, while their cousins think that any tooth is welcome, because are food its important._ _Sometimes as thank you gif for a data, info, and things like that, these cousins give each other teeth of their preferences._

Someone get this guy a tissue

Published: Jan 11, 2024 / MMORPG Aion published by NCsoft ------ 🙥 Roast Lobnite with Butter 🙧 Crustacean or Mollusc? Lobnites seem to occupy both classifications of the invertebrate tree of life. Found on both sides of Atreia, they are a really ancient species too, dating back to the great oceans. Fossils of those can still be found in the sediments. Two of their still alive kin are found in Asmodae: The Tentacled Lobnite of Altgard and Frost Lobnite in Beluslan.Both living at or on icy waters. Their different life stages fill different niches. Their offspring grazing particles under ice sheets, using their crab like legs and grasping claws to pick them up, right into their beaked moths, surrounded by rings of tentacles. Pre and young adults will traverse the waters.Using their syphon to propel them or change direction, while the gas in their chambered shells make them adjust high and depths. With the help of their tentacles, they will smell out fish and crustaceans, as well as dead material. Full grown and hip high Individuals, give up their fully aquatic lifestyle and become semi aquatic. Still living and feeding near the water or on the ice sheets.Here they have opportunistic and omnivorous feeding behavior, grabbing whatever they can pick apart with their frontal grabbing claws. Their movement is dependent on their crab-like legs, dragging their big planispiral shell behind them. And while always keeping a big watchful eye on their surroundings, they are not aggressive. Though they can become quite intrusive, if hungry and if a feeding source is denied. Then they might start picking on humans, pinching them. Which is everything but pleasant, considering their size, but what's even more unpleasant, is this cephalopod's ability to sting, if they feel threatened. Their secondary tentacles have flexible, razor-sharp quills made of keratin shooting out their soft husks. Designed to impale and thick as a finger, the nettled toxins of the tentacles getting rubbed into the open wounds are the smallest problem of those attacked by an angry Lobnite. Once slain, they make for a pretty good feast. All the harvested meat can be skewed. Primary big tentacles, thick as a child's arm, can be attached whole, while secondary ones have to be dequilled first.The inner tissue with the finer tentacles around their chitin beak can be turned inside out, while other tissues can be filled up with the more fragile parts of the animal, making for little hot pockets. Legs and claws can be cracked, to reveal their flesh. Put together on a big, metal skewer, they will be fast roasted over a fire, before their delicate flesh is placed on a heat plate, to let chocals finish the work. In the meantime, three blocks of Abex butter shall be used to cover the browning surface. Rotate to dispose evenly and finish off with the same amount of bay salt, as the meat is very mild, due to its freshwater lifestyle. If prepaid right, the meat varies from flaky to chewy - not gummy - depending on which body part is consumed. Its taste also variegate from cab, fishy, to a mildly sweet and nutty flavor. Enjoy, as one does not eat such a big ancient creature every other day! ------ Drawn with Paint Tool Sai / Wacom Intuos pro M PTH 651 ------