...you're all allowed to write or draw or spin off whatever you want based off my ramblings and art! I'm not precious about designs or squeamish about people spinning off my ideas for fanfiction or whatnot, I'll always be overjoyed just knowing people created something! (Even and ESPECIALLY if it's not something I'm personally into, because that just means my ideas were so potent they transcended my bubble. A great honor!) So create away and also let me know if you make things so I can see it and go
Was part of a Narrative Declaration art collab over on the discord, and got the chance to color this incredible lineart by @flat-neines and oough it rattled something loose in my brain. It unlocked a willingness to stretch and try new brushes and coloring, to feel painterly and spontaneous to match the beautiful organic textures of this pen work. Thank you so much, Neines!
Had a discussion go off the rails with "Yvgeny M Prendergst accidentally eats too many gummies" and. I guess this technically counts as "communing with chaos"
i think if your ttrpg character takes too many gummies (melatonin or thc or just the sugar free ones that fuck you up real bad) they start seeing your other ttrpg characters
Doing scattershot bits of writing and ive been thinking a lot about this and. Yeah. yeahhh. YEAAAH. Snippet from... something that i swear I'll try to finish.
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"You do not understand. It would…it will be a great honor-" Her shadowed eyes clearly weren't watching him anymore, her gaze pulled to some distant, non-existent point as she mused. "I have been bade to save myself, to earn grandfather's blessing in time. No mere tapeworm or fluke awaits me."
Lucetrix's hands wandered through the air with a fluttering, flustered motion, coming to rest folded atop one another upon her chest. "I will be a blessed host to something greater. Something bespoke."
Something was starting to click in Yvgeny's mind. Pieces of the puzzle falling into place. She continued, the slightest shudder running through her body.
"When I would breathe, it would taste the air from my lungs. With every beat of my heart, it would sup upon the blood of my veins." Her voice, already proud and excited, pitched up with each word- a breathiness distinct from her usual rattling wheeze. "My mouth will be as its mouth, my teeth as its teeths, my tongue as its tongue, and my meals would fill its belly."
Her hands clasped together tightly, gripping her own fingers as if trying to stop the trembling that had overcome them. Her sallow face was flushed- the blood in her cheeks a dark greenish-brown that only served to make her seem even more sickly, a thin trickle of drool escaping her mouth.
"To host one of his hungry children is beyond a mere blessing. It will be my divine reward!"
Ah. Yvgeny's brain finally completed the circuit that had been building, and he realized what he was seeing.
Divine ecstacy.
It felt rather voyeuristic to witness- not the bold, grand statements of faith or fearless gestures of assured inevitability, but something…something almost soft. Something personal.
"I will become more, something greater. I will become..." Her breath caught in a gasp, but somehow he knew what the next words would be. "...something holy."
Doing scattershot bits of writing and ive been thinking a lot about this and. Yeah. yeahhh. YEAAAH. Snippet from... something that i swear I'll try to finish.
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"You do not understand. It would…it will be a great honor-" Her shadowed eyes clearly weren't watching him anymore, her gaze pulled to some distant, non-existent point as she mused. "I have been bade to save myself, to earn grandfather's blessing in time. No mere tapeworm or fluke awaits me."
Lucetrix's hands wandered through the air with a fluttering, flustered motion, coming to rest folded atop one another upon her chest. "I will be a blessed host to something greater. Something bespoke."
Something was starting to click in Yvgeny's mind. Pieces of the puzzle falling into place. She continued, the slightest shudder running through her body.
"When I would breathe, it would taste the air from my lungs. With every beat of my heart, it would sup upon the blood of my veins." Her voice, already proud and excited, pitched up with each word- a breathiness distinct from her usual rattling wheeze. "My mouth will be as its mouth, my teeth as its teeths, my tongue as its tongue, and my meals would fill its belly."
Her hands clasped together tightly, gripping her own fingers as if trying to stop the trembling that had overcome them. Her sallow face was flushed- the blood in her cheeks a dark greenish-brown that only served to make her seem even more sickly, a thin trickle of drool escaping her mouth.
"To host one of his hungry children is beyond a mere blessing. It will be my divine reward!"
Ah. Yvgeny's brain finally completed the circuit that had been building, and he realized what he was seeing.
Divine ecstacy.
It felt rather voyeuristic to witness- not the bold, grand statements of faith or fearless gestures of assured inevitability, but something…something almost soft. Something personal.
"I will become more, something greater. I will become..." Her breath caught in a gasp, but somehow he knew what the next words would be. "...something holy."
it's. i just woke up and drew this before i remembered how to be a human being instead of a goblin. no regrets but also. Woman who hasn't worn an actual bra underneath her flak armor for twenty years because it just never mattered.
basically the same but without the beard. maybe a slightly fatter ass.
I know Yvgenia is also just a name but I wanted to spice it up a bit. jesus christ. time for breakfast.
it's. i just woke up and drew this before i remembered how to be a human being instead of a goblin. no regrets but also. Woman who hasn't worn an actual bra underneath her flak armor for twenty years because it just never mattered.
basically the same but without the beard. maybe a slightly fatter ass.
I know Yvgenia is also just a name but I wanted to spice it up a bit. jesus christ. time for breakfast.
it's. i just woke up and drew this before i remembered how to be a human being instead of a goblin. no regrets but also. Woman who hasn't worn an actual bra underneath her flak armor for twenty years because it just never mattered.
basically the same but without the beard. maybe a slightly fatter ass.
I know Yvgenia is also just a name but I wanted to spice it up a bit. jesus christ. time for breakfast.
Listen when I was asking about this (here) it wasn't because I'm invested in canon. It's because I wanted to know if there were examples I could turn to in order to be wildly self-indulgent. Meet Sister Chew, part of a spate of "Nurgirlies", the handmaidens of Nurgle, that a gaggle of us were doodling up on the Narrdec discord! I think everyone should have big battle priestesses. Big lady sword-saints. I'm normal about this.
She comes across as a bit of a hardass to outsiders but has so much genuine affection for people around her (and a particular soft spot for children, who she'll go out of her way to coddle) that her intimidating presence can only last so long. Provided she's not hunting you down to share blessings or cut you into chunks. She adores her companions and is very proud of them. Proud mama.
Anyways LONG POST but more art and rambling about her under the cut. I don't really know dick about WH40k so this is all based off input from people who do, and me just freestyling and people going "yay yippeeee ha ha tear her to shreds!!!!"
Does this count as being topless? I guess so.
Girl, don't smoke through your eyemouth when you're having a conversation. That feels rude as hell.
Listen the gnarly aesthetics...they called to me. I was compelled to answer, as anyone would be. She's one of the handmaidens who defends and attends to a holy station called The Carbuncle, home to many grand and holy corruptions. Basically an evil abby and corrupted convent, complete with plague nuns, a "hospital" (not curing shit but ensuring people live with disease long enough to incubate and spread it), and an orphanage to raise the abandoned.
Despite having sculpted herself to look like one, through armor and mutations, Sister Chew wasn't actually a battle sister.
Though she did idolize them, after witnessing one as a child. But, that wasn't meant to be, so instead she signed on to the Astra Militarum and served for a brief but eventful time. At least, until she got blown the fuck up, sacrificing herself to save her commanding officer. She survived, and either in gratitude or to make himself look better (since there's not much use for a soldier with a single limb) he had her commission paid out and she got to go off to the colony worlds to settle down with a plot of land and a nice husband she met through a breeding contract.
She might be one of the only people in that universe to ever experience a happy ending.
Even if only briefly.
First came the plague. Then, the fighting, and the famine, until eventually....there was only her left. Once again surviving the impossible. This time, though, she could recognize the blessings she'd been given. She asked for angels to save her, and when none came, she realized that she must become one herself.
She defends and goes on mission for The Carbuncle, but in her off-time can be found hanging around the orphanage, helping to educate and raise the semiferal packs of kids they scoop up.
It soothes her.
Also really impressive to slav squat with a bone pegleg. Not pictured: her handing out cigars to children like thirty seconds later. Baby need smoko. Get those lungs nice and perforated for grandpa.
Anyways Nurgirlies forever A bunch of other people drew their Nurgirls and it was delightful as fuuuuuuck. I'm enjoying being a tourist in this fandom! Dipping my toes in!
hey wait where does this rabbit hole go-
Bonus notebook doodle of Sister Chew giving @mynamejers ' Nurgirlie a lil smooch thank you for the encouragement and inspiration
actually i did have to draw a confrontation between Rehua and Mirror Universe Rehua because i can only imagine how much it would suck for that perfectite and it made me laugh. Like hey. This wouldn't even be the first perfectite he's consumed. This was supposed to be a battle of perfect equality, of law vs chaos constrained by the inherent imperfections of physical form. It's got a whole speech prepared about how to destroy the chaos entity. And then just. Wait. No. Stop approaching. CEASE. SHIT. FUCK. SOMEONE. ASSIST THIS UNIT.
god i have a lot of art from last year i never posted whoops
Hey y'all want some Evil Reversal AU Rotgrind? Because I still *really* like these and I should revisit this sometime! I need to catch up on Rotgrind but. Hot damn. I was cookin' with these. Also they all have multi-phase boss fights.
Notes underneath, basically the same stuff that's written on them in the first place!
Doctor Weathers
- Respected physician and apothecary, charitably running his clinic out of the Pawn's Pilaster where he's seen as a veritable saint.
- Revolutionized ways to treat and slow the Rot! What a stand-up guy
- LMAO yeah no he ain't curing SHIT. He's just got a narsty symbiosis with the rot that lets him control it. or, well, he thinks he's controlling it. Certainly not the other way around :)))))
- He deliberately maintains a large pool of rot-infected "allies" he manipulates into being dependent on him, who retrieve supplies and test subjects for him and in turn he gets to kick around
- I couldn't decide on if I needed to change up his head's silhouette at all. Maybe he just has a lot of masks. Every option is good, but the bucket really quickly becomes an AIM-style hazmat head and I DO like that....
- Literally extracts rot from his own body to use in experiments.
REHUA
- I'm so normal about this perfectite evangelion angel t-1000 ass geometric motherfucker i definitely didn't draw this and immediately steal the design for more sexy cosmic robots
- Calls itself a "perfectite observer", claims to be here to "Witness The End" but cannot elaborate on what the fuck that means. Seems happy enough to hang out around Dr Weathers and murder shit for him, though. And also like. Murder shit for seemingly no discernible reason
- Inscrutable alien intelligence
- Surrounded by or perhaps controlling or perhaps...part of a hivemind of fundamental motes? If they're separate entities or somehow an extension is. Questionable. Good luck getting an answer out of this thing
- Says just as much random off the cuff shit as the original Rehua flavor it just feels more intimidating because it's made of knives
Fleet Admiral Vaali
- aka "The Successful Vina"
- Commands a small fleet of three airships, which, to be fair, is a LOT of airships! Goddamn!
- Got her first one after betraying and murdering her mother bright and early. Helluva way to start a career. Now runs a privateer fleet that operates for whoever bids the highest
- Which is typically unscrupulous governments
- And, personally, she's in deep, deep debt to one Doctor Weathers- a patient of his who relies on him to keep her rot infection in check- though it has permanently consumed one of her eyes at this point. That's fine. Eyepatches are cool and sexy!!!
- She insists that she's the boss of the whole rot-and-supplies smuggling operation she's got going on with him, but. Lets be real. He just lets her talk big because it keeps her compliant.
Oran and Gorgamungar
- Ashamedly I didn't actually have a lot to go on for these guys so I went HARD into vibes
- This vicious little shit ran away with his beloved, bonded dragon and has made quite a name for himself even at his young age as a ruthless tracker and hunter, able to find just about any quarry when he sets his mind to it
- A career that would have been cut short by the rot...if Doctor Weathers hadn't intervened. Through strange, wicked sciences, Doctor Weathers was able to save them both - and in doing so, bought them even closer!
- Like. Uh. Worryingly close. Sharing their minds close. Grafting dragonflesh onto Oran to restore his wounded arm close. So close they cannot stand to be apart for long
- Lest they begin to decay
- Doctor Weathers gets to send them out on retrieval missions alongside Admiral Vaali these days
- I think they have a three-stage boss fight where the first part is battling Oran as he hunts the PCs, using Gorgamungar to strafe the battlefield and change position
- Second phase is fighting Gorgamungar while Oran rides him, taking potshots while avoiding rot-dragon slime-breath
- Third phase they fully merge together into a horrible dragon centaur chimera thing and it fuckin suuuuuucks
- His outfit is based off fox hunting uniform! I just think it'd be funny if the difference between laid-back chillax Oran and this asshole is that this guy leaned WAY too hard into "IM GONNA BE A HUNTER ACCEPTED BY SOCIETY" and now he's kinda gone full Kraven.
I don't know what to tell you all. I just make the AUs and then cast them into the wilds. I haven't thought about it much beyond that.
Also because Admiral Vaali so fuckin cool she could kick me to death with those fancy spats and I'd thank her so. yeagh. You all know how it is.
I'm putting this Mirror Tannhauser down for a bit after pecking away at him between other stuff today because ultimately I need to have a concrete idea of what I actually want, but. Here.
wanted to show off the chest but I think I might have to go for something more buttoned up. Might have to buzz that hair off, too, sadly. At least I'm figuring out some things about him
-More extensive cybernetics than the standard issue, but they're rather more..crude and direct and armored. This is a war machine, not a mystic engine.
-Has trouble speaking. Either they lightly lobotomized him or just popped out most of his vocal chords so it's literally harder
-Admiral Vaali has him on loan from someone and this war-prince battle slave was NOT fucking cheap so come on and HELP me fix him up, doc!!!!!!
-Doctor Weathers might complain lightly but who is he to turn away a new experiment patient? Also he kinda needs the Admiral to have a competent crew and an absolute tank of a motherfucker would really help
okay we'll start over tomorrow with him. Gotta look at some reference possibilities to figure out what to actually do
Sister Chew did ultimately wind up kiling and eating her husband (extremely impressive for a half-dead malnourished woman without hands) so she is very single. But. She does bite and she shows affection by shotgunning cigar smoke into people's open mouths. So like. maybe get a tetanus booster before you make that Olive Garden reservation.
Listen when I was asking about this (here) it wasn't because I'm invested in canon. It's because I wanted to know if there were examples I could turn to in order to be wildly self-indulgent. Meet Sister Chew, part of a spate of "Nurgirlies", the handmaidens of Nurgle, that a gaggle of us were doodling up on the Narrdec discord! I think everyone should have big battle priestesses. Big lady sword-saints. I'm normal about this.
She comes across as a bit of a hardass to outsiders but has so much genuine affection for people around her (and a particular soft spot for children, who she'll go out of her way to coddle) that her intimidating presence can only last so long. Provided she's not hunting you down to share blessings or cut you into chunks. She adores her companions and is very proud of them. Proud mama.
Anyways LONG POST but more art and rambling about her under the cut. I don't really know dick about WH40k so this is all based off input from people who do, and me just freestyling and people going "yay yippeeee ha ha tear her to shreds!!!!"
Does this count as being topless? I guess so.
Girl, don't smoke through your eyemouth when you're having a conversation. That feels rude as hell.
Listen the gnarly aesthetics...they called to me. I was compelled to answer, as anyone would be. She's one of the handmaidens who defends and attends to a holy station called The Carbuncle, home to many grand and holy corruptions. Basically an evil abby and corrupted convent, complete with plague nuns, a "hospital" (not curing shit but ensuring people live with disease long enough to incubate and spread it), and an orphanage to raise the abandoned.
Despite having sculpted herself to look like one, through armor and mutations, Sister Chew wasn't actually a battle sister.
Though she did idolize them, after witnessing one as a child. But, that wasn't meant to be, so instead she signed on to the Astra Militarum and served for a brief but eventful time. At least, until she got blown the fuck up, sacrificing herself to save her commanding officer. She survived, and either in gratitude or to make himself look better (since there's not much use for a soldier with a single limb) he had her commission paid out and she got to go off to the colony worlds to settle down with a plot of land and a nice husband she met through a breeding contract.
She might be one of the only people in that universe to ever experience a happy ending.
Even if only briefly.
First came the plague. Then, the fighting, and the famine, until eventually....there was only her left. Once again surviving the impossible. This time, though, she could recognize the blessings she'd been given. She asked for angels to save her, and when none came, she realized that she must become one herself.
She defends and goes on mission for The Carbuncle, but in her off-time can be found hanging around the orphanage, helping to educate and raise the semiferal packs of kids they scoop up.
It soothes her.
Also really impressive to slav squat with a bone pegleg. Not pictured: her handing out cigars to children like thirty seconds later. Baby need smoko. Get those lungs nice and perforated for grandpa.
Anyways Nurgirlies forever A bunch of other people drew their Nurgirls and it was delightful as fuuuuuuck. I'm enjoying being a tourist in this fandom! Dipping my toes in!
hey wait where does this rabbit hole go-
Bonus notebook doodle of Sister Chew giving @mynamejers ' Nurgirlie a lil smooch thank you for the encouragement and inspiration
Agatha has legit created one of the coolest things I've seen lately with the nurgirlies, and lots of folks also made adorable horror girlies to play along. Theres so much style and quality in these girls, my brain is all filled up with other ideas currently, but maybe someday I can sit down and draw all these pretty ladies.
And accompanying Sister Chew in the Nurgirlies, please welcome to the stage
Mama Caul
(and some of the orphans she helps raise)
A priestess of Nurgle upon The Carbuncle station/abby/convent, Mama Caul is a deeply mutated Ogryn woman who was SO fuckin fun to draw I really love her design. She's so sweet. And so stinky. I love her big doofy tummy mouth.
Hide and Seek MVP for 117 years running. You know those fish that hide their babies in their mouth? That.
The Carbuncle takes in all manner of orphans, but they particularly revere the sick, the wounded, and mutants, their mission almost one of mercy for children otherwise left behind by the horrors of war. I'm not gonna say they have a great survival rate, given that infectious diseases are encouraged and they view those lost to consumption as divine sacrifices, not lost but taken into the loving grasp of their grandfather to spend eternity in his garden
but like
at least they go with full bellies? IDK it's not a great scene but nothing in this setting is a good scene.
love me some wretched little wastrels. I call these three Spurs, Scabs, and Snoozy.
Thanks to everyone in the Narrdec discord who immediately started cooing over her 💚
Listen when I was asking about this (here) it wasn't because I'm invested in canon. It's because I wanted to know if there were examples I could turn to in order to be wildly self-indulgent. Meet Sister Chew, part of a spate of "Nurgirlies", the handmaidens of Nurgle, that a gaggle of us were doodling up on the Narrdec discord! I think everyone should have big battle priestesses. Big lady sword-saints. I'm normal about this.
She comes across as a bit of a hardass to outsiders but has so much genuine affection for people around her (and a particular soft spot for children, who she'll go out of her way to coddle) that her intimidating presence can only last so long. Provided she's not hunting you down to share blessings or cut you into chunks. She adores her companions and is very proud of them. Proud mama.
Anyways LONG POST but more art and rambling about her under the cut. I don't really know dick about WH40k so this is all based off input from people who do, and me just freestyling and people going "yay yippeeee ha ha tear her to shreds!!!!"
Does this count as being topless? I guess so.
Girl, don't smoke through your eyemouth when you're having a conversation. That feels rude as hell.
Listen the gnarly aesthetics...they called to me. I was compelled to answer, as anyone would be. She's one of the handmaidens who defends and attends to a holy station called The Carbuncle, home to many grand and holy corruptions. Basically an evil abby and corrupted convent, complete with plague nuns, a "hospital" (not curing shit but ensuring people live with disease long enough to incubate and spread it), and an orphanage to raise the abandoned.
Despite having sculpted herself to look like one, through armor and mutations, Sister Chew wasn't actually a battle sister.
Though she did idolize them, after witnessing one as a child. But, that wasn't meant to be, so instead she signed on to the Astra Militarum and served for a brief but eventful time. At least, until she got blown the fuck up, sacrificing herself to save her commanding officer. She survived, and either in gratitude or to make himself look better (since there's not much use for a soldier with a single limb) he had her commission paid out and she got to go off to the colony worlds to settle down with a plot of land and a nice husband she met through a breeding contract.
She might be one of the only people in that universe to ever experience a happy ending.
Even if only briefly.
First came the plague. Then, the fighting, and the famine, until eventually....there was only her left. Once again surviving the impossible. This time, though, she could recognize the blessings she'd been given. She asked for angels to save her, and when none came, she realized that she must become one herself.
She defends and goes on mission for The Carbuncle, but in her off-time can be found hanging around the orphanage, helping to educate and raise the semiferal packs of kids they scoop up.
It soothes her.
Also really impressive to slav squat with a bone pegleg. Not pictured: her handing out cigars to children like thirty seconds later. Baby need smoko. Get those lungs nice and perforated for grandpa.
Anyways Nurgirlies forever A bunch of other people drew their Nurgirls and it was delightful as fuuuuuuck. I'm enjoying being a tourist in this fandom! Dipping my toes in!
hey wait where does this rabbit hole go-
Bonus notebook doodle of Sister Chew giving @mynamejers ' Nurgirlie a lil smooch thank you for the encouragement and inspiration
god i have a lot of art from last year i never posted whoops
Hey y'all want some Evil Reversal AU Rotgrind? Because I still *really* like these and I should revisit this sometime! I need to catch up on Rotgrind but. Hot damn. I was cookin' with these. Also they all have multi-phase boss fights.
Notes underneath, basically the same stuff that's written on them in the first place!
Doctor Weathers
- Respected physician and apothecary, charitably running his clinic out of the Pawn's Pilaster where he's seen as a veritable saint.
- Revolutionized ways to treat and slow the Rot! What a stand-up guy
- LMAO yeah no he ain't curing SHIT. He's just got a narsty symbiosis with the rot that lets him control it. or, well, he thinks he's controlling it. Certainly not the other way around :)))))
- He deliberately maintains a large pool of rot-infected "allies" he manipulates into being dependent on him, who retrieve supplies and test subjects for him and in turn he gets to kick around
- I couldn't decide on if I needed to change up his head's silhouette at all. Maybe he just has a lot of masks. Every option is good, but the bucket really quickly becomes an AIM-style hazmat head and I DO like that....
- Literally extracts rot from his own body to use in experiments.
REHUA
- I'm so normal about this perfectite evangelion angel t-1000 ass geometric motherfucker i definitely didn't draw this and immediately steal the design for more sexy cosmic robots
- Calls itself a "perfectite observer", claims to be here to "Witness The End" but cannot elaborate on what the fuck that means. Seems happy enough to hang out around Dr Weathers and murder shit for him, though. And also like. Murder shit for seemingly no discernible reason
- Inscrutable alien intelligence
- Surrounded by or perhaps controlling or perhaps...part of a hivemind of fundamental motes? If they're separate entities or somehow an extension is. Questionable. Good luck getting an answer out of this thing
- Says just as much random off the cuff shit as the original Rehua flavor it just feels more intimidating because it's made of knives
Fleet Admiral Vaali
- aka "The Successful Vina"
- Commands a small fleet of three airships, which, to be fair, is a LOT of airships! Goddamn!
- Got her first one after betraying and murdering her mother bright and early. Helluva way to start a career. Now runs a privateer fleet that operates for whoever bids the highest
- Which is typically unscrupulous governments
- And, personally, she's in deep, deep debt to one Doctor Weathers- a patient of his who relies on him to keep her rot infection in check- though it has permanently consumed one of her eyes at this point. That's fine. Eyepatches are cool and sexy!!!
- She insists that she's the boss of the whole rot-and-supplies smuggling operation she's got going on with him, but. Lets be real. He just lets her talk big because it keeps her compliant.
Oran and Gorgamungar
- Ashamedly I didn't actually have a lot to go on for these guys so I went HARD into vibes
- This vicious little shit ran away with his beloved, bonded dragon and has made quite a name for himself even at his young age as a ruthless tracker and hunter, able to find just about any quarry when he sets his mind to it
- A career that would have been cut short by the rot...if Doctor Weathers hadn't intervened. Through strange, wicked sciences, Doctor Weathers was able to save them both - and in doing so, bought them even closer!
- Like. Uh. Worryingly close. Sharing their minds close. Grafting dragonflesh onto Oran to restore his wounded arm close. So close they cannot stand to be apart for long
- Lest they begin to decay
- Doctor Weathers gets to send them out on retrieval missions alongside Admiral Vaali these days
- I think they have a three-stage boss fight where the first part is battling Oran as he hunts the PCs, using Gorgamungar to strafe the battlefield and change position
- Second phase is fighting Gorgamungar while Oran rides him, taking potshots while avoiding rot-dragon slime-breath
- Third phase they fully merge together into a horrible dragon centaur chimera thing and it fuckin suuuuuucks
- His outfit is based off fox hunting uniform! I just think it'd be funny if the difference between laid-back chillax Oran and this asshole is that this guy leaned WAY too hard into "IM GONNA BE A HUNTER ACCEPTED BY SOCIETY" and now he's kinda gone full Kraven.
I don't know what to tell you all. I just make the AUs and then cast them into the wilds. I haven't thought about it much beyond that.
Also because Admiral Vaali so fuckin cool she could kick me to death with those fancy spats and I'd thank her so. yeagh. You all know how it is.
