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WELL i doodled most of the player characters from cr1 2 & 3 lol heres vox machina
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"WELCOME ABOARD!"
→ It had been raining, it had been raining for a while now. You wondered when it’d let up, but you always liked the smell and the white noise so it wasn’t something to pay too much mind to.
However, you paid attention to it now, especially since the train you were supposed to catch was missed. You really should fix your pocket watch, somehow it was easy to forget it was an hour behind…
It was the late afternoon, the dark clouds in the sky matched your mood as droplets of water drizzled overhead. At least the small wooden station you were under shielded you from getting wet. It didn’t take long for the rain to start to get heavy, it would definitely be a longer walk home now…
Resigning yourself to leaning on one of the pillars of the station, you accepted that you’d have to wait for longer, since there wasn’t an umbrella with you- and you did not wish to soak in the rain on the walk back home. It was a one way ticket to getting sick, and the train ticket that was bought was already expensive enough.
With the dark gray rain clouds overhead, it started to get darker as the sun started to set, the warm colors of the lazy afternoon shifting to a cool night, the air was crisp with the rain as you waited it out. At least you would be able to look at the stars when the clouds depart.
Maybe an hour had passed before a distant horn of an incoming train echoed through the trees, it surprised you, as you initially thought you had missed the train. It did bring a couple of questions, where exactly was this train headed if you missed the first? Or did your train somehow run into a situation and was late? As far as you were aware the only train that came to this station was yours… So maybe that ticket wasn’t a waste after all.
A large locomotive train slowed to a stop in front of you, a dark rich blue with gold accents decorated its exterior, it was rather fancy. This would explain why exactly your ticket was so pricey…
Once it came to a full stop, one of its car doors opened to reveal a rather tall man. You assumed it was the conductor, as his outfit matched the train's colors.
“Hello there! You got your ticket?”
He gave you a friendly smile while you rummaged through your coat pockets to find said ticket. Once you pulled it out you found that it had changed, now matching the train with its blue and gold coloring. However, before you could take a closer look the conductor gently plucked it out of your hand and punched it.
He stepped aside, the warm yellow light inviting you inside the train.
“Maverick Mic at your service! It’s raining, why don't you come inside? I’d hate for you to catch a cold.” He offered you a hand, since the step was a rather tall one. Taking it, you were hoisted up into the train.
The train was indeed warmer than outside, the interior was nicely decorated with a chocolate brown with the same gold accents that adorned the outside of the train. It was rather luxurious, you do remember reading that the trip would be comfortable, but you felt a bit out of place in such an expensive aesthetic . You were now aware of the worn clothes you were wearing, you hoped the conductor didn’t look at you differently.
“Welcome to The REM Express! My, it’s raining isn't it? I hope you weren't waiting for too long, We do like to be punctual for our passengers after all.”
Passengers… There was no one else in the car. Granted, it was a rather large train, you didn’t count how many cars there were so maybe the other passengers were somewhere else. Maverick waited patiently for your response as you lagged to reply.
“Oh, um, It’s fine, my watch is pretty unreliable when it tells time, haha! I thought I arrived late, but now I’m thinking I arrived early instead…”
“I see! Well, in that case, would you like some hot chocolate? Just to help you get settled in. You must have been freezing out there!” Maverick led you to the other side of the car, where a small counter with a bar was set.
You set your luggage down and slid off your coat, it felt nice being able to relax. The train started to pick up again as the horn sounded once more, and the initial movement of it made both you and Maverick sway for a moment.
You quietly observed the conductor as he began preparing the drink for you.
“Not much of a talker, hm?” He poured milk into the cup as he also began to speak, “If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer.”
You thought for a moment, what exactly could you ask?
“Where are we headed?"
“Well we’re heading to the nearest town over, Bloomsberry I believe! Renowned for their wine, maybe I can sneak some aboard…” This was a surprising comment.
“You’re allowed to do that?”
“Truthfully, no, everything stocked on the train has to be approved by the company, but I'm sure Rainy wouldn’t mind, at least maybe if I give him some he wouldn’t mind…”
You didn’t expect Maverick to be playful, but it was refreshing.
“Who is Rainy?” With the question, Maverick gained a lopsided smile.
“Rainy is our esteemed engineer, the one who drives the train of course! Maybe he’ll come to greet you when we reach a rest stop. Admittedly he doesn’t come out very often, but who knows! I wouldn’t mind sneaking you some wine if you wished it, hehe!”
You couldn’t help but shake your head, you figured Maverick was just being silly.
“I’m good, thanks.” Maverick stirred the chocolate into the milk as he continued.
“Well, anyways, once you’re settled I’ll show you to your room! It is starting to get late, and you look a bit worn, has it been a long day for you?”
He had no idea the packing situation you had before this, and then getting stuck in the rain… and on top of that you were pretty sure you were broke now.
“Something… like that…”
“Then I hope this chocolate will refresh you!”
You were then slid the drink, steam emanating from the surface, well stirred with a slice of strawberry fixed on the edge of the cup. How fancy. Maverick looked proud of himself. You couldn’t help but be amused by his little antics.
“Thank you!”
“Of course!”
He started to clean up the bar, putting everything back where it was. You blew off the steam and took a small sip, the chocolate was indeed rich in taste, no wonder they had everything approved… everything seemed to be of high quality. You were indeed getting your money's worth.
At least you were becoming broke for a good reason.
“Anything else?”
→ Was there anything else?
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Oh…how much I love them….😭💕💕
#myart#fanart#baldur's gate 3#bg3 x tav#halsin#bg3 halsin#astarion ancunin#Astarion#bg3 astarion#halsin x tav#astarion x tav#my tav❤️
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Hehehe miss drawing ma boi💕🍎
#myart#myau#fanart#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home arg#wally darling#wally welcome home#welcome home idol au#WH idol au#wally idol au#kinda feel bad that I suddenly disappeared after said I’m back..#But BG3 has a TIGHT grip on me…#can't leave all of my beloveds bwahhahhsjsj
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I have a small proposal for you! I want to do a sort of... event? I'm not sure what exactly to call it, but something interactive! I think it would be fun, just to get back into the swing of things creatively as well as have fun with those I haven't been able to talk to!
"THE REM EXPRESS"
a game? i suppose it is! I'm not sure what it is! but i do know i want You to "play" it!
Only if you are interested in it though! it is largely based on interaction!
Let me explain! Think of it as a visual novel, but just in the form of posts! (I do not have the technical prowess to actually make a visual novel...)
I will need 8 participants! (disclaimer, mutuals will have a preference! So, sorry! But don't feel discouraged! i don't think i have that many mutuals hehe!)
Those who wish to participate and take part in the "game" will need to send in their ocs! any will do! however i do take a liking to welcome home ocs!
(I should probably note that participants and "players" are two separate things! Players are those who just interact with the post!)
The game is a mystery! and i will most likely make a separate blog for it! the synopsis is as such:
"After missing your first train, you find there's another right after it, seemingly heading to the same destination. After getting acquainted with the passengers on the train, you find that they are a little strange, along with the train that drives on no tracks."
of course, the story will be pushed along by You! as polls and certain asks will dictate how things will go!
again it's only a silly idea! i'd love to hear your opinions!
anyway, i hold on my hands and present to you Train Conductor Rainy! hehe!
(credits to @thatthirstyweirdo for coloring the Rem Express poster! mwah! she did a wonderful job!)
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Rough concepts for a masquerade ball in the upper city with subterfuge missions and a dance with your companion. One can dream 🥹
who should i draw next for the ball? XD
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I'm just learn how to draw muscle…soo I tried it on my bois hehehe
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I'M SO HAPPY TO SAY THAT I'M BACK!! (and surprisingly still alive…lol) my uni has beaten ma ass really well lmao i’ll be here all night feel free to join!!💖
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Clover's Funeral
Daisy allowed herself to be tugged by tiny fingers, curious and confused by Ashton's excited shouting.
"Daisy! Come quick! There's a weird parade outside!"
She followed the child outside, noting how the sky was overcast and dreary. The weather forecast had predicted rain, but so far today it was mostly light sprinkles. There was a sizeable crowd gathered along the sides of the street. Picking Ashton up, Daisy gave the kid a better view by setting them on her shoulder. Music filled the air, slow and somber. It came from around the corner, but grew louder as the 'weird parade' drew closer.
A sudden realization struck Daisy as Ashton began asking questions.
"Are they celebrating something? Why is the music so sad?"
"Ahh... It's a funeral." Daisy answered.
They watched as the funeral procession moved closer down the street.
The slow jazz carried out in the air. Tears mingled in the rain as mourners watched from the sidewalks and traveled with the parade. Many faces were hidden under umbrellas or rain ponchos. The urn was carried by a short woman with freckles, accompanied by a very tall man holding an umbrella over her.
A low roll of thunder rumbled through the clouds. Some of the bystanders rushed to find shelter from the droplets of rain. Most withstood the weather and held signs in support.
The parade continued on, down the street and towards the cemetery. They filed in through the gates, and slowly made their way to the mausoleum. Barely any words were spoken. The rain trickled in sparser drops.
The urn was placed on a pedestal in a personally decorated cubby, the entrance decorated with an arch of clovers and daisies. Candles illuminated an ornate portrait of the late Clover Fields.
One by one, each mourner visited the resting place, to speak their words of peace, leave an offering, and say goodbye. A few sobbed in their grief and had to be pulled away with soothing words.
It wasn't until everyone had taken their turn that he arrived to say his piece.
Wally tilted his head with a scoff, his gaze staring intensely at the portrait.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. I told you I always get what I want. Either I have you in my Family, or no one will…"
He fiddled with the flower in his hand, spinning it between his fingers. his tone growing bitter as he continued to speak.
"I warned you not to cross me, Miss Fields. I was generous and gave you plenty of chances to come around. I let you sing on my stage, I let you build your little charity, I even took your precious little sister to give you more incentive become a part of us. Instead, what did you do? You rebuke my offers, you incite insubordination in my affairs and meddle in my businesses, and you dared to speak out against me. I admit it was amusing at first, watching you strut about acting as if either of you had any form of power, but your persistence grew annoying really fucking quickly."
He sneered at the small daisy in his hand, sucking a breath in through his mouth.
With a smug smile he tossed the flower onto the urn's pedestal.
"And look where it's gotten you. Left choking on your own blood in front of all of those worthless peons you loved so much and turned into nothing but a pitiful pile of ash in a tacky piece of pottery that'll be forgotten by tomorrow's newspaper. No more shows, no more songs. It's lights out for you, Clover Fields."
"All this grief and misery for what? A run down charity with nothing to give? A legacy that will ultimately be forgotten by everyone who knew you? All those poor, unfortunate souls that fawned for you in hopes to benefit from your care… What did you think would happen to them? They've got nowhere to go now. No one to look up to. Their overly praised and frankly overrated benefactor is gone and dead. Your sheep have no shepherd anymore and you've left them to the wolves. You've failed at everything you stood for, Miss Fields, and there's not a damned thing left for them to do except wallow in their grief and die like the wretched vermin they are-"
Wally stops short when a persistent, sound that had been growing steadily louder reaches his ears. A puzzled expression crosses his face as he registers what it is he's hearing.
"What the hell?"
He doesn't even spare Howdy a glance as he steps away from the urn. His pace picking up and becoming more brisk as he marches his way toward the entrance of the mausoleum. This wasn't happening. He wasn't hearing this. What the hell were these fools up to now? He stops short in the open gate, a state of stunned bewilderment overtaking him.
There in the courtyard of the cemetery was the gathering of mourners and the band, marching out to the most upbeat music they could possibly be playing. No longer were they crying with faces full of sorrow. No longer were they expressing the air of dreary grief that had matched the gloomy clouds above. No.
Now they were cheering, and dancing, and laughing.
As if to add insult to the injury the sky had long stopped raining and beams of sunlight poured down in golden rays between cracks in the clouds. Everyone seemed practically joyous in celebration. Wally was so confused. What was the meaning of this? How could they be so happy? He didn't understand. Yet as he watched them dancing and singing as they left, he couldn't help but feel a sense of utter rage.
Even in death, Clover kept defying him.
WOOHOO!!!! FINALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER!!! I wanna thank everyone who joined in and allowed me the privilege to add their characters as cameos for this huge piece! It's been such a delight to have all of you interact with me and brainstorm with!
@sheriffopossum @thatthirstyweirdo @koifsssh @theknifeclown @kumakooo @ashchoo @ok-i-draw @maddiethehatter2192 @pennyparsnip @cupophrogs @alex-frostwalker @ari-jay @magewyntyr @janejellyfish
#LESSSSSSSSSS GOOOOOOOOO#this is absolutely a MASTERPIECE#look at them all!!!#🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#chibiart#welcome home oc#welcome home au#welcome home mob au
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Claudia and Idol! Wally
This took me 7 hours💀💀
Idol AU belongs to @kumakooo
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“May I please draw your OC?”
Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so. No need to ask for permission in advance.
Go for it. Draw my OC. If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts. Go to town on it.
You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result. Seriously. In fact, I encourage it. I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC. There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.
Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me. I want to see what you have done.
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TRICK OR TREAT BESTIE
OH HIIIIIIII KANDA!!! Happy Halloween!! Here take as much as you like my luv🍬🍭💖
And I also got a treat for Www too, I hope he likes it hehehe
#LOVE YOU TOO/p💞#AHAHVAHIAIAOAJIAIAJA#sheesssssh#why this is so spicy/pos#🫣#❤️🔥❤️🔥#🔥🔥🔥#LMAO snack mindfully#or dont😉
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woah @kumakooo whiteborb doodles
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wooo silly steampunky stuffs (yall already seen the ones for @/koifsssh ehehehgege)
eee pretty lady…
NEW OC DROP SKSJFJG
Her name is Creedence, and I am never drawing her normal puppet version. She is a silly i made for the steampunk au! (maybe ill finish her ref… someday…)
waho— *explosed*
and actually yk what we’ll add these silly doodles too (from @/cutepotatook) magma)
just two lil sillies :]
NOW waho— *epxolsed*
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Hehehe
@kumakooo
@foxyd101
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