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An example of the implementation of 3D assets for level pieces. Looking forward to utilizing textures and shaders to still have a 2D like look!

Generic godtier effects

What if when you ascend to godtier and enter a new universe, over time, you physically changed. After all, a lot of gods and mythological figures don’t really look human, at least 100%.

Here are some ideas for looking like proper gods!

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Space
- Have small, marble sized satellites orbiting them
- Skin like polished chrome
- Eyes like a galaxy
- Their freckles are stars, if you look close enough. They glow at night
- Hair that seems infinitely thick
- Their freckles are the constellations, the night sky literally looking like them

Time
- Each footstep sounds like a deafening, solitary tick on a clock
- When walking on grass, the grass springs up. When taking their foot off, it withers and dies before returning to normal
- Their breath creates a heat shimmer effect
- Sand trails from their hands and feet, as if they were disintegrating
- An aura of dust
- Patches of rust on their skin
- Their irises are gears or mini clocks
- Everything seem to stop as they approach

Light
- Blood is rainbow technicolor
- Their touch makes things shimmer and shine
- Their skin is naturally radiant
- While touching things, they temporarily turn to gold
- They have skin like stained glass
- They glitter gold dust as they walk

Void
- Have no body temperature
- You can’t sense their presence. You just feel. Nothing.
- Pure black eyes
- Drips black ink
- Dark mist curls around their feet/hands/eyes
- Everything they touch grows darker, but if you look closer there’s a subtle glitter to it
- They have a dark aura around them, sometimes manifesting as horrorterror-esque tendrils
- Have an aura of whispers

Heart
- Eye colors change depending on mood
- Has a visible aura
- When their heart is beating hard, everyone hears it
- Spirits are visible around them
- Multiple arms
- Have crystalline skin
- Skin like cracked glass

Mind
- Teal electricity sparks when they concentrate
- Eye contact with them is haunting, like glass shards against your soul. They see through you
- When around them your thoughts, ideas, and imagination become visible
- Multiple eyes

Hope
- Angel wings
- a halo
- Seems to have angel bodyguards follow them around
- Bleed shimmering gold ichor
- Their presence sounds like faint bells and chimes
- They often have ‘God Ray’ lighting
- Their skin looks like polished stone

Rage
- Black sclera with purple irises
- Demon horns
- Dark purple or black veins
- A halo of violet light
- Their foot steps leave flames
- Sharp teeth
- Eyes like burning coals
- They exhale smoke and embers and have a general smoke aura. Embers cover their shoulders
- Cat/snake/pentagram eyes
- Black crow/raven/bat wings
- Demonic rune tattoos
- A voice like thunder

Life
- Their hair is a bunch of leaves
- Their footsteps make flower bloom
- As they walk, flower petals trail from them
- Has skin like bark or has scales
- Can have any number of animal features like cat ears, a tail, horns, etc
- Vines wrap around their limbs
- Always seems to be healthier than you are, especially on your best days

Doom
- Has a full body tattoo of their skeleton
- Lifeless eyes
- They don’t bleed
- Plants wither, wilt, and die as they walk past
- Their voice is sharp and crisp, like the slamming of a door or the sound of a book hitting the floor
- Green specks and numbers float around them, like the Matrix
- Skin like cold iron, both in touch and texture
- Magic circle tattoos

Breath
- Small clouds form at their feet when walking on air
- When they yell, the wind howls
- Their hair almost like water, gracefully floating and moving
- Their breath is visible like mist or an exhals on a cold day
- As they walk past, they always carry a light breeze
- Their hair is made from puffy clouds
- Legs turn into gaseous mist
- They are incredibly light for the height and weight

Blood
- Blood like liquid shimmering ruby
- In the dark, their veins glow like molten lava
- Their touch feels vaguely familiar
- Their eyes are a deep red, looking at them feels like home
- They have a warm aura, growing in weight and intensity with their anger.
- Their voice always brings a vague sense of nostalgia of home, in a way you cant quite place
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These are just a few of the possibilities and can help steer and direct personal traits and motifs. Of course this is never final or anything, it’s just to help spur ideas

Made partially because I shared my initial Rage list with mod Wren from @prospitsisters s and they started having ideas for others, so naaaturally I had to do stuff for others too.

They made an effects list too! Go check it out!

Storm Magic
  • When the skies darken, you can sometimes feel the air inhale; you too take in a deep breath and share the energy trapped in your lungs
  • All is still, waiting, knowing not what the sky will leave in it’s wake
  • Thunder rumbles in the distance, greeting you as an old friend
  • There is a soft sound of rain, growing stronger, faster. Hitting the rooftops, pattering upon the leaves, its’ fall has a lyrical cadence
  • Wind whistles past, quick to greet you and quicker yet to dance away into unknowns
  • At night you look up, watching as the sky comes alight above you. Perhaps angry, or joyful, or proud: the clouds lack nothing of passion
  • Windows open, a breeze flows past with lingering touches of petrichor, roses, magic
  • Softness spreads. Birdsong rings out, gentle at first yet stonger each second, greeting the coming change of time
  • The air exhales
  • You have held your breath for so long. The magic passes with the storm, but it’s power lingers
  • Like rain unto earth, it soaked into your pores and flows through your bloodstream
  • Feel the clouds break. Let the sun warm your skin
  • Breathe in
A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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Friends? (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Summary: You are in love with your best friend and maybe - just maybe - he feels the same way.

Based off the prompt: “Wait, no, don’t take off my hoodie. I love the way it looks on you.” from this prompt list.

Warnings: one minor curse word and fluff that might make your heart explode. (I’m serious, this is extremely cheesy).

Word Count: 3.6k 

A/N: I love love, and I think it shows. The question on everyone’s lips: will I ever stop writing the best-friends-turned-lovers trope? To that there is only one answer - no. I love it too much. As always, I hope you enjoy reading!

Originally posted by butiflewtoohigh

“I was right,” Stiles announced, a smug expression glued to his face. Adamantly, you shook your head, rubbing the tops of your arms as you attempted a grimace.

“I’m fine.” To prove your point, you held your arms out. A rush of cold air instantly attached to your exposed skin, and you had to hold back a shiver. “I can handle this, Stiles.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, obviously doubting your words. “Let’s carry on then - unless you’d like to admit defeat.”

“I’ll never give you that satisfaction.” Slinging your hand around your best friend’s arm, you pulled him down the crowded street.

It was Scott’s birthday in a few weeks, so you’d decided to drag Stiles along on your quest to find the perfect gift. The three of you had been friends for years, but neither you nor Stiles could think of a present that Scott would like so it had seemed logical to team up.

When Stiles had shown up at your door, thick hoodie over his torso, you’d laughed - the sun had been out, a warm breeze filling the air. He’d replied with the prediction that it’d cloud over and go chilly and, sure enough, the weather had done exactly that.

“We should try a bookshop. Maybe they’ll have something on veterinary medicine,” you suggested. Stiles shrugged, allowing himself to be pulled around the shopping district.

You’d been surprised when he agreed to come with you - Stiles was never one who normally enjoyed the pleasures of recreational shopping - but you’d began to notice that he was making a conscious effort to spend more time with you. You’d initially put it down as him simply wanting to bond with you before you split off to go to college, but you were beginning to wonder if there was some type of ulterior motive at play.

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Wow! So I’ve been doing a lot of code refactoring lately (mostly transitioning stuff into FSMs to make it easy to control what things can do during certain states in a more organized manner).

I’ve also been working on improving how hitboxes and hurtboxes work, giving me a lot more control over how attacks work and how they affect those getting hit. Some other smaller things in here are that I’ve added a lot of transition-like states, such as turning, landing, couching, and rolling.

Build-A-Daddy

or “the college au where lily is a single mom struggling with finishing school and raising a child, and james discovers he quite likes babysitting” (AO3)

(p.s.: thank you to @gxldentrio for being a lovely beta reader!)


Chapter: ½

She’s just another face in the crowd.

But she stands out.

She’s battling her way through the waves of I’m late-s, I should have gone to bed earlier-s and Why haven’t I started that bloody paper yet-s entangling themselves in people’s legs. They trip, but she bears on.

Her hair is made of flames; they lick their way through the sea of people, turning them to ashes, burning a path for her - James is entranced. Her brow is furrowed with decision, and she doesn’t hesitate to nudge someone out of her way with her shoulder, or to make herself bigger with the size of her backpack which looks like it could make her topple over. She parts the flood with sheer determination in her eyes.

She’s unstoppable.

“Hey!”

He goes unnoticed.

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