Miny Boy

Opal Coldwind has ZERO body awareness. She genuinely doesn’t understand why everyone gets so flustered when she plays rough… especially poor Voth. Every single time she hops on his shoulders, those massive goblin tits end up smothering the top of his head like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He’s still recovering from the trauma. At this point the man is basically numb to it. #dnd #goblingirl

Shower time with Madison WIP. I geuss she's pretty relaxed. #anime #artwork

@Kauooo117257 @CultureCrave It's Bruce Wayne. I stand by what I said.

@miny_boy @CultureCrave Mano... É a neta do alfred, coe!!!!

Batman will have a new butler in the comics 🦇 She's described as a 'gift from beyond the grave' from the late Alfred Pennyworth

Grok 4, why did you give me buck teeth? Ouchies. #grok4 #ocart

AI Babou needs a tire swing, or something. #grok4 #archer

Uhhh.. I Guess Fone Bone wanted to swim... his refection does not agree... Grok 4 is stupid. #grok4 #comics

The corner table was covered in scrolls, old books, and one very patient (and very tired) human. Voth Skybeam sat with his red tunic rumpled, metal collar glinting, and a massive leather-bound history book open in front of him. Opal Coldwind was perched on his lap like she owned the place… which, in her mind, she did. “Again!” Opal demanded, pointing at the page with one sticky finger. “Read the fancy dragon part! I wanna be smart like Zesstria says I gotta be.” Voth sighed the sigh of a man who had accepted his fate. “Opal, you’ve made me read this page six times already.” “Seventh time’s the charm! Now read, pet!” Voth cleared his throat and began reading in a flat, long-suffering voice: “The Order of the Prismatic Dragons was founded over four hundred years ago to honor the ancient Prismatic Dragons, noble beings of light and harmony who—” Opal interrupted immediately. “Wait, wait, wait. So they were shiny dragons? Like… blue shiny dragons?” Voth pinched the bridge of his nose. “They had scales of every color.” “Every color?” Opal’s green-and-black eyes went wide with greed. “Even blue? Lots of blue? Like… mountains of blue?” “Yes, Opal. They had blue scales.” Opal gasped like she’d just discovered the meaning of life. “Then why didn’t the Order just give everyone blue stuff?! That would’ve fixed everything! No more poor people, no more cultists, just… blue. Perfect world.” Voth continued reading before she could spiral further: “…protecting sacred prismatic sites and maintaining balance between the mortal realms and the prismatic veil…” “Prismatic veil?” Opal tilted her head so hard her floppy ear flopped against Voth’s face. “Is that like a fancy curtain? Can we steal it? I bet it’s blue on the other side.” “Something best to not be touched. No doubt The Page wants access to it.” Voth takes out his own notes, and keeps going, voice growing more dead inside with every sentence: “For centuries they served as mediators, scholars, and guardians until approximately ten years ago, when a powerful artifact known as The Page began to corrupt their leadership…” Opal’s ears perked up. “The Page? That evil paper Butterstar keeps yelling about? The one that made the bad book?” “Yes. The One that imprisoned and tortured you. You think you would remember that.” Opal slammed her tiny fist on the table, making the candle jump. “So the Order used to be good guys with shiny dragons, and then one evil piece of paper showed up and turned them into rich-hating cultist meanies? That’s so dumb! Paper can’t even fight! I could beat paper with one hand tied behind my back and my axe in the other!” She paused, then grinned wickedly. “Actually… I have beaten paper. Remember when I ate Butterstar’s map? That counts.” Voth muttered under his breath, “I still have nightmares about that. Anyways, now looking back, the order was dying. The Page took advantage of that.” Opal ignored him and kept ranting, now standing on his lap so she could gesture dramatically with both arms. “And then they got Lady Dusk with the scary galaxy wings and Lord Bleke with the time toy and now they wanna make the dragons come back but evil dragons probably. Stupid paper! If I ever meet The Page again I’m gonna eat it. Or paint it blue. Or eat it and paint it blue!” She suddenly spun around, nearly losing her balance on Voth’s shoulders, and poked his forehead with one finger. “Write that down, pet! ‘Opal’s Plan: Eat The Page. Make It Blue First.’” Voth dutifully scribbled it in the margin of the history book, adding a tiny note underneath in his neat handwriting: She will absolutely try this. Pray for us. Opal hopped down, satisfied, and patted Voth’s head like a good dog. “See? I’m learning! Soon I’ll be smartest goblin ever. Then we conquer the world with blue and big weapons.” Voth looked at the goblin who had once beaten him into submission, stolen his dignity, and somehow become the single most important person in his life. “Yeah,” he said quietly, a tired but fond smirk tugging at his lips. “Can’t wait Just… be careful, it may be a piece of paper, but it’s very deadly…” Opal beamed, then immediately got distracted by a shiny blue tankard across the tavern and went sprinting after it, yelling “Mine now!” Voth watched her go, then looked back down at the history book and the note he’d just written. He added one more line underneath: Gods help wh

The Order of the Prismatic Dragons. Before The Page they were originally known as a respected and somewhat idealistic organization, the Order of the Prismatic Dragons was founded over 400 years ago to honor the ancient Prismatic Dragons, majestic, sociable, light-associated dragons whose scales shimmered with every color of the rainbow. These dragons were seen as embodiments of harmony, wisdom, and the balance between the mortal world and the prismatic realms (dimensional spaces where raw magic and color converged).The Order’s original purpose was noble, protect sacred prismatic sites and rifts. Mediate between kingdoms and powerful magical beings. Study and preserve the flow of light, time, and color magic. Act as guardians against forces that would corrupt or unbalance the prismatic veil. Their symbol was a radiant teal sundial with two upright dragon heads facing each other, representing the harmonious passage of time and the unity of all colors. Members wore teal-and-silver regalia and were often seen as elite, well-trained knights, scholars, and diplomats. While sometimes viewed as arrogant or overly tied to wealthy patrons, they were generally respected across the continent.Many joined for honorable reasons, to serve something greater, to master rare magic, or to protect the weak. The corruption began subtly, approximately 8–10 years ago, during the height of the zombie apocalypse (when Butterstar was first rising as a hero).The Page, the last surviving fragment of the destroyed sentient The Book, had been drifting through the multiverse, weak but cunning. It discovered the Order while they were researching ancient prismatic artifacts in hopes of finding a weapon against the zombie plague. The order had grown weak, foolish. A show of its farmer glory full of fool who are willing to believe anything. The Page presented itself as a powerful, ancient “Prismatic Codex”, a lost relic that promised the Order the ability to restore the true glory of the Prismatic Dragons and grant them dominion over color, light, and time itself. To bring back the long lost dragons themselves. The Page exploited their existing frustrations: their waning influence, their reliance on wealthy patrons, and their desire for more power to “do good.” The Order’s original upright dragon sundial was inverted. The dragons’ heads now face downward with a dagger between them, symbolizing domination over time and the “sacrifice” needed to restore the dragons. Or so they claim. The real symbolism is much darker, much like the cult. #dnd #grok4

Scene: Crystal Spire – Private Executive Lounge (First Meeting) The lounge at the top of Crystal Spire was all polished obsidian and floating golden holograms. Through the massive viewport, Zingpidor City sprawled far below like a glittering circuit board bleeding into the night. Theodore Vonvern stood at the head of the table, hands clasped behind his back, glowing blue quantum filaments tracing faint lines across his chest beneath his tailored suit. His thin goatee was perfectly trimmed. Across from him sat the El Chupa Novas, four misfits who looked distinctly out of place among the luxury. Theodore smiled, the warm, visionary smile he used on potential partners. They have spoken before, but this is the first time in person. “Let me be honest with you,” he began. “Vonvern Inc. is not one of the old megacorps. We didn’t exist during the height of the Fracture Era. We were born in the ashes of the Corporate Wars, over fifteen years ago. Right around the time the wars "officially ended"." He gestured, and a sleek holo-timeline bloomed above the table. “After the old giants, Shinra-Müller, Dragonforge, Steel Diamond Con., Neon Eisen. ect… tore the galaxy apart and finally fell, everything was in ruins. Trade routes collapsed. People were desperate for stability… and for beauty. Aurora and I started with almost nothing, salvaged war materials, rare post-war goods, luxury items the survivors craved. We built this company on the idea that even after hell, people still want to feel alive.” Calla leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, green skin catching the holo-light. “Zappin’ inspiring, suit. I read your autobiography. We know this. But we didn’t come here for the corporate bedtime story.” Theodore chuckled, unfazed. “Fair enough. The truth is simpler. We sell luxury. Bespoke augments. Quantum Clambite derivatives. Experiences the ultra-rich will pay anything for. That’s the public face. But we also move in… gray areas. Advanced tech. Experimental chrome. Things the Galactic Trade Federation would rather keep locked away. I keep my hands clean, but others are under my control…” Everly’s antennae twitched with interest. “ Grey area stuff like including banned AI research, I assume.” Theodore didn’t deny it. “We prefer to call it ‘forward-thinking.’ The old megacorps hoarded power and crushed everyone beneath them. We’re trying to do better, to build something that actually improves the galaxy. But progress requires… flexibility. But good doctor, you are far more advanced than us…” P.E.A.C.E. tilted her head, pigtails bouncing. “So… we’re helping the nice corpos be less evil?” Everly sighed. “Something like that, P.E.A.C.E. You are not getting my research." “Noted.” Theodore nods his head . Violet sat perfectly still, golden skin reflecting the holo-light. Her monotone voice cut through the room. “And your current problem? The one that requires our particular set of skills?” Theodore’s expression darkened slightly. “A test for the real job. A rogue cyborg named Ossillaph-08. Former government asset. She’s been hitting our operations and leaking sensitive data. We need her stopped and the data recovered. Figure out who she is working for.” Calla’s fingers tightened around her glass, but she kept her face neutral. “And you’re hiring us because…?” “Because you’re good at what you do,” Theodore said simply. “Shade-diving, extraction, wetwork when necessary. We pay extremely well. Help us deal with this threat, and you’ll have a steady stream of clambs and access to tech that could greatly benefit your… unique projects, Dr. Jenkins.” Everly’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t speak. Theodore spread his hands. “Welcome to Vonvern Inc. You cannot stop us. Try not to get us all killed.” Calla smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “No promises, suit. We’re punks of fortune, not miracles.” P.E.A.C.E. clapped excitedly. “Ooh! Does this mean I get to shoot things?” The briefing continued, but the weight of the new alliance already hung heavy in the luxurious room.

Vonvern Inc. is a powerful, relatively young luxury import/export and advanced technology corporation headquartered at the opulent Crystal Spire orbital station. They specialize in high-end goods, bespoke bio-augments, custom VR experiences, and rare Quantum Clambite-derived products for the ultra-rich. Publicly, they present themselves as a shining success story of the post-war era, innovative, visionary, and “improving the galaxy through technology.” Privately, they are morally gray and deeply ambitious, with hands in illegal cyborg programs, stolen AI tech, and quiet government influence. Vonvern Inc. emerged from the chaotic aftermath of the Corporate Wars, which largely ended over fifty years ago but left lingering skirmishes for decades. Its founders, Theodore and Aurora Vonvern, former members of the notorious street gang The Forsaken, left their criminal lives behind after a traumatic incident. Starting with almost nothing, Theodore’s charisma and grand vision combined with Aurora’s ruthless operational expertise allowed them to build the company from the ground up. They began by trading salvaged war materials and luxury goods to the newly rising post-war elite. In just fifteen years, they capitalized masterfully on the power vacuum left by fallen megacorps, blending legitimate high-end trade with discreet (and often illegal) advanced technology ventures. This formula propelled them into one of the fastest-growing corporations in the new galactic order. Current Standing Today, Vonvern Inc. is a significant player in the galactic economy but is still viewed as “new money” compared to the old entrenched giants of the past long gone. The company regularly hires deniable assets,such as the El Chupa Novas, for shadowy missions while facing increasing threats from shadow government forces like Mirror Spire. Ultimately, Vonvern Inc. embodies the new post-Corporate Wars reality: ambitious survivors striving to build something enduring in a galaxy still scarred by conflict, even as they quietly repeat many of the same sins as the megacorps that came before them. Someone will need to change that. #grok4 #cyberpunk

Alliums still coming in after all this time. #gardening #flower

More pics. #flowersphotography #gardening

The bleeding hearts are finally coming on for my new bush. It looks so good! #gardening #flowersphotography.

Lila’s love language is showing up unannounced, batting her eyes, and casually destroying the set budget with her dramatic entrances. #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart

She’s pink, she’s fabulous, and she’s one bad hair day away from eating the entire cast. It's Lilia! #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart

Lila really said ‘I’m not just a side character, I’m a whole feminist icon. "Pink panther who?" #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart

Pink cougar in the streets, emotional support in the sheets. Lila invented situationships. #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart

POV: You’re Lila watching Snagglepuss exit stage left for the 47th time this week knowing damn well he’s exiting stage right into another twink’s trailer. #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart

Lila is Snagglepuss's main love interest. She looks like him, but in a bow, jewelry and makeup... the man is a narcissist. #hannabarbera #cartoonfanart