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UnknownArtistML / SMG4 - Meggy's Karate Spars
Gift art for @unknownartistml to celebrate Meggy Spletzer's 24th birthday with a 3D recreation. Featuring @kingoli1999 with his very own Ninjala persona, Tari, and Knuckles the Echidna.
Credit to the Original Drawings by UAML
- Meggy vs Oli
- Meggy vs Tari
- Meggy vs Knuckles
I just realized I ship Smg3 with three people where blue is their primary colour
Smg4
Tari
And Smg0
What is this, Three and his blue bitches wtf is going on
Favara non merita questo degrado. È tempo di svoltare
Riceviamo e pubblichiamo. Il centrodestra di Favara denuncia con forza lo stato di abbandono in cui versa la città. Non si tratta -dicono- di una sterile polemica politica, ma della realtà che ogni cittadino vive e vede quotidianamente. Rifiuti accumulati nelle strade, centro storico sempre più abbandonato, verde pubblico privo della necessaria manutenzione, strade dissestate e piene di buche, viabilità carente e priva di una programmazione efficace: questa è l’immagine che Favara offre ai suoi cittadini e a chi la visita. A rendere tutto ciò ancora più grave è il fatto che i cittadini continuano a sostenere una pressione fiscale importante. La TARI pagata dai favaresi è tra le più elevate e, nonostante ciò, la città continua a presentare evidenti criticità sul piano del decoro urbano e dell’efficienza dei servizi. Chi paga le tasse ha il diritto di vivere in una città pulita, ordinata e sicura. Di fronte a questo scenario, l’attuale amministrazione continua a dimostrare un atteggiamento che appare distante dalle reali esigenze della comunità. Mentre il degrado avanza e i disagi aumentano, i cittadini attendono risposte concrete che continuano a non arrivare. Favara merita una città pulita e decorosa, capace di valorizzare il proprio patrimonio storico, culturale e ambientale. Non è più accettabile assistere al progressivo abbandono del centro storico e all’assenza di una seria programmazione per la manutenzione ordinaria e straordinaria della città. Il centrodestra continuerà a esercitare con responsabilità il proprio ruolo di opposizione, denunciando inefficienze e ritardi, ma anche avanzando proposte concrete ,(rottamazione dei tributi,Suap,nel quale dopo un anno votata da 20 consiglieri comunali ancora l’amministrazione deve far sapere ai cittadini)nell’interesse esclusivo della comunità. Favara ha bisogno di un’amministrazione presente, competente e capace di ascoltare i cittadini. Il tempo delle promesse è finito: servono fatti, responsabilità e una visione chiara per restituire dignità alla nostra città. Il Centrodestra di Favara: Fratelli d’Italia-Fabrizio crapanzano Forza Italia -Gerlando Stuto Democrazia cristiana-Giuseppe nobile Popolari e autonomisti-Marilí Chiapparo Riformisti socialisti-Miriam indelicato Capogruppo udc- Mariano Lombardo Read the full article
Tari and Caine: Woaw it is so nice to meet someone else who is an AI created to help humans (but went against their creators and was ultimately cast out) and feels immense guilt over consuming another intelligence, and, as part of their character arc, finds a way to eject that intelligence from the collective so that they can live their own life, and chose to sacrifice their own chance at escape to help their loved ones<3
Cyn: Guilt?
DUDE
Thank you gooseworx, that was one HELL of a finale
Treading Across Rainbows Interplanar
Prologue. Part 2: Lunar Shift
Hermese weaves among the stalls and shops of the Silver Leaf Market, appraising a wealth of eclectic and esoteric ingredients. Oneir on the other hand burrows into their hood, annoyingly similar to Hermese’s. The two walk their usual path, slicing through the signature lunar silk while Hermese ransacks any haggle-friendly establishment… which to him was every one.
“Oi, there’s some really good lapis infernalis over here! Despite being called lunar caustic most of the silver needed is harvested from Earth, but the best quality distillations occur here on Luna…” Hermese’s voice radiated in the air like an overheating freighter.
“...Silver nitrate?”
“Yeah, that’s the scientific name.”
“I see—” The scramble of talons and boots interrupts Oneir, though not as much as the pigeon feathers and boy crashing into them.
To their side Hermese twirls to the ground like a ribbon with a growl as Peigi tumbles into him. A column of sorries march from the angel as she tries to help the dragon up.
Numerous marketgoers glance at the four though, once they all seem alright, turn away.
“Oi, stop that.” Hermese puts a finger over Peigi’s mouth to halt the army of apologies as he pushes himself back into the air. “You apologized once, don’t waste oxygen on more.”
“S—okay…” She clambers back up after a bit, looking like a bird whose flock migrated right into a typhoon. “Ah! I need to—the Storm—”
Hermese puts a hand over her mouth, staring down at Oneir and Astari recovering from their own fall a few paces away. “Do not mention the fucking Storm out loud. What the hells is going on?” His voice low, bitter, and interrogating.
Peigi points at Hermese’s hand, which he quickly moves.
“There’s an Imitation Event coming, I know it. We need to alert the city.” She quiets her voice
“...Okay, but no mention to Onei—”
Breathing heavier than a black hole cuts the dragon’s voice, Oneir’s chest heaving like waves.
Astari offers a hand which the moth person takes. “H-hey, Oneir? Listen—”
“Gods. Did you tell them!?” Hermese snarls at Astari, physically held back by Peigi. More people glance at the commotion.
“Oneir, it’s going to be okay… I have a ship, we can leave when it hits, okay? We just need to warn people.” Astari doesn’t look at Hermese.
Oneir shakingly nods, squeezing Astari’s hand.
“We need to go, Now.” Peigi doesn’t bother to dust herself off. “Do you know where we can warn the city?”
Oneir pulls themself up with Astari’s help, shaking. “The Central Alert Structure. Quickly.”
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Arriving at Astari's ship: Astari begins undocking and initiating the main functions; Hermese procures a blend of chemicals and elements which spurs the engines faster than usual; Peigi heaves and ties numerous ropes, her larger stature assisting quite a bit and she does appear to not be entirely inexperienced around a vessel; and Oneir plots a series of trajectories, shuddering.
As the four scramble around the deck the craft lurches over the city, whirling in front of the structure spiked in antennae. A tower runs through the top of the dome from the building and grasps at the sky with its earth watching over the moon. The Central Alert Structure of the city of Abot-tanaw Orientale.
Inside staff dash from door to door, the front desk air trembling as the public operators peck the buttons and murmur among themselves.
Peigi clambers to the desk, panting. “Listen, there’s an Imitation Event coming. I promise, I didn’t divine it but I’m not craz-”
“We know, we know. Please ma’am calm down, it’s probably just a false divination.” The operator doesn’t look up at her, their regard focused on their post.
Oneir surveys the tensed air of the building, nudging Astari.
“What?”
Oneir points at Peigi arguing with the operator.
“...I mean I can’t do muc—”
“Cmon fancy boy, you have a name to use.” Hermese pushes Astari towards the front desk, grinning despite the air.
“Wh—fine!” Astari hops a bit for stability before walking up to the desk. “Please, we need to get through… Iris’ order.”
The operator scoffs. “We aren’t under Iris, and this is a governmental building. Please leav—”
“I’ll handle them, Keratin.” A higher-ranking operator enters from the back with a walking staff, seemingly one of the fae. Her eyes are each surrounded by three triangular tattoos, one on both sides of her eyes and one below. A sort of cloak covers a missing right arm. “Come with me, I have something for you all.”
Astari and Peigi look at each other, and the operator at the desk shrugs. The four follow.
They enter a dimly lit room, a cylindrical device with a flower petal-like base and flickering lines of glowing rainbow cushioned in the wall.
“I’ve been waiting.” The operator puts a hand on the device, her staff hanging onto her arm through a silk loop.
“Divination?” Hermese tilts his head, analyzing the scene.
“Yes. I’ll have our systems alert the city… if you wish there’s a shelter not too far from here.”
Oneir’s eyes shoot into the size of ashen pricks, breath falling into a heavy rhythm as they shake their head frantically. Peigi puts a soft hand on their shoulder, gently rubbing it as they lean into her hand.
Astari shakes their head too, sighing. “I don’t think that’s an option… but thanks.”
The operator nods, grabbing a handle on the device and twisting it, breaking the airtight seal and pulling it from the wall to roughly land on the floor. “If you may, this is a sensor. It detects the Storm and Imitation Planes, as you can see here.” They tap on one of the flickering rainbow veins. “There’s some of the fabric of the planes here, it shrinks deeper into the device when the storm arrives. I request that when the Imitation Event hits you all fly through it with this, it should be able to gather vital information.”
Peigi and Oneir study the sensor, before the former grabs it.
“W-we’ll consider it…” Oneir traces a finger along the rainbow veins.
“Good, go now.” The operator bows as the four leave, sighing with seemingly a weight removed.
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“We can’t! I’ll die, you’ll die, we’ll all die! It’s fucking stupid!” Oneir, head hidden under their hood, desperately grips onto the sensor as Peigi attempts to find an opening to grab it.
“Please, I promise we won’t, you can stay behind—”
“Where!? Stars for all we know, it could devour Luna!”
Hermese snaps their jaws, slicing the air. “The moon is far too big for just an Imitation Event to cover. But still, I don’t believe we can go through with this, considering our captain appears to be avoiding the topic better than an absent father.”
Astari, tugging on the many metal ropes of the ship, stares at Hermese for a brief second.
Peigi shoots out a hand for the sensor but Oneir twists out of the way, meeting the bulwark with their wings—letting out a small yelp.
“Shit! I’m so sorry Oneir—” A veil of mist splashes down between her and Oneir, cracking on the ship floor.
“Stop. You both will end up hurt arguing like this and I’m sick of it.” Hermese drags his claws along one of the empty boxes on the deck. “Just, calm dow—”
The sky spatters into an irrational system of cracks, the greenery of the city nearly entirely falling to sedimentary rock and depleted radioactive isotope mockeries of Earthen and Lunar life. Oneir’s eyes widen and their pupils become pitiful grains of sand as a scream fails to leave their lungs.
That among the air around the city not yet cracked by the event swirls—swirls into spirals incomprehensible. The radiation sensors on the ship holler as the Kvuk shield above the city glows almost as bright as the sun would if it were up. The movement of an unfortunate many stutters as if on a broken video, bits of their body amputated and dissected by the lag.
The Imitation Event, the Storm, has arrived.
Un altar
