#dameg

[praise-joko]

Made a rough reference for Dameg's mordrem form. Spiky danger hidden beneath beautiful mushroom-like growths.

[praise-joko]

Got a quick concept down for Dameg's mordrem form. It turned out more beast-like than humanoid, so I guess they get a full mordrem form.

Thematically, they're beautiful but deadly. Amidst all the horrors in the heart of maguuma, their soft, mushroom-like growths hide the thorns beneath, drawing in pact members like a siren call to their death.

[praise-joko]

uh oh looks like I got a case of keyfarmer turned permanent character

Meet Warder Dameg, they're NMC turned mordremvari. I'll create a mordrem form for them at some point. They're from Trychinebau's original world. Might play around with their counterpart in my main world.

idk what a warder does, but it sounded cool so I went with it

[motor-sciences]

#aircraft #nose #radar #dameg #by #birds. #motorsciences #airplane #jeddahtec #maintenance #system

[iwonttaketheblame]

Late Innings || Michael & Meg

What most people didn't know was that Michael spent almost every second of his free time either at the library reading or at the batting cages. He had never let anyone into that secret, in fear that they'd somehow find a way to ruin it for him. For now, the batting cages were a quick escape from the torture of having to be around people who preferred to act like complete idiots. It had never happened before, but he found himself spurting out more of his past than he had ever intended. Out of most people at the school he had talked to Meg the most, but still never dared to touch on his history. What had been said was already frozen in time so the only logical thing for Michael to do was to move from it. He would just have to hope that in time, she'd forget his torment from bullies. 

Michael pulled on a red baseball tee and a pair of blue jeans, a rather casual outfit for the boy who usually wore black most of the time. He knew that by the late hour there would be no park with good enough lighting to teach her enough about bases and sliding, but he could take her to the batting cages that stayed open pretty late. He grabbed an old baseball cap and headed out to the setting sun.

It didn't take long to spot the brunette waiting for him. Michael still couldn't shake the odd feeling of hanging out with someone so casually, especially if it wasn't for the sake of revenge in some way. Walking up to her, he greeted hey with a small wave and then nodded over to the walk into town. "Thought you could try hitting some baseballs," he explained.