have a milkman yordle HAHA

is anyone following me still alive at this point??

Yordle character designs pog

“I still do worry about my time, wondering how everyone is doing without me. But I understand that I am where I am with their help, and they’ll overcome anything that comes their way. I just know it.”

As the little creature makes contact with his finger, Veigar feels some kind of power or magic from them. The yordle wonders if he could amplify this, holding out another hand below the creature. Veigar slowly amplifies this feeling of magical property back to the jellyfish, it should be safe enough, but he still has worries that it may be too much due to their size.

In hindsight, this may have been unprecedented and may have dire consequences right after. Though he is confident in being able to heal the little creature, his other hand is still below them in case they were to go unconscious.

Blub. It's a magical jellyfish, swimming in the air as if it was water. The one in front of it seems to be magical too, so the creature seems attracted to him. -cosmosoracle

The creature in front of him swam through the air, it was a sight to behold for a moment. Chancing upon this creature after an impulse sense of adventure, the mage takes off his hat as the creature approaches. Curious, he examines the other carefully, circling around them in awe of something peculiar to him. Sensing some magical properties, he correlates that to it's ability to swim in the air as if it's water.

"Good evening to you," the Old Yordle bows forward, hand on their stomach before resuming their previous position. "What are you supposed to be, my dear Aquatic-but-swims-in-the-air-and-has-magical-properties-friend?" He bows his head slightly one more time, his magic staff floating beside him.

@cosmosoracle

I wanna draw rp moments to practice visualising scenes and to be able to convey the atmopshere that are prevalent in them!

been getting into FFXIV since last year, might just turn this account into one or just make another one

@saltyfinalboss

A small sketch

Veigar watches the creature play with his staff, amused with the interaction it has going on. After sometime it latches on the top of the staff, he commands it to return to him. While floating, the staff glows a yellowish hue as it sits idly by, the creature amplifies the glow, making it look like some kind of, glowing ball at the top of his staff.

Veigar stands on the stump, making him as tall as his staff. He holds out a finger to the creature, wondering what it would do.

Blub. It's a magical jellyfish, swimming in the air as if it was water. The one in front of it seems to be magical too, so the creature seems attracted to him. -cosmosoracle

The creature in front of him swam through the air, it was a sight to behold for a moment. Chancing upon this creature after an impulse sense of adventure, the mage takes off his hat as the creature approaches. Curious, he examines the other carefully, circling around them in awe of something peculiar to him. Sensing some magical properties, he correlates that to it's ability to swim in the air as if it's water.

"Good evening to you," the Old Yordle bows forward, hand on their stomach before resuming their previous position. "What are you supposed to be, my dear Aquatic-but-swims-in-the-air-and-has-magical-properties-friend?" He bows his head slightly one more time, his magic staff floating beside him.

@cosmosoracle

Veigar notices the imitation and could only smile as they swam up to stare at his staff, maybe mistaking it for something alive. He controls the staff with his finger, making it bow before it moves around and mimicking a dance for the creature. Sitting down on a tree stump as the staff moves on its own, amused by the sight.

Blub. It's a magical jellyfish, swimming in the air as if it was water. The one in front of it seems to be magical too, so the creature seems attracted to him. -cosmosoracle

The creature in front of him swam through the air, it was a sight to behold for a moment. Chancing upon this creature after an impulse sense of adventure, the mage takes off his hat as the creature approaches. Curious, he examines the other carefully, circling around them in awe of something peculiar to him. Sensing some magical properties, he correlates that to it's ability to swim in the air as if it's water.

"Good evening to you," the Old Yordle bows forward, hand on their stomach before resuming their previous position. "What are you supposed to be, my dear Aquatic-but-swims-in-the-air-and-has-magical-properties-friend?" He bows his head slightly one more time, his magic staff floating beside him.

@cosmosoracle

I forgot how I envisioned old Veigar HAHA

But here is what I think of at least

Blub. It's a magical jellyfish, swimming in the air as if it was water. The one in front of it seems to be magical too, so the creature seems attracted to him. -cosmosoracle

The creature in front of him swam through the air, it was a sight to behold for a moment. Chancing upon this creature after an impulse sense of adventure, the mage takes off his hat as the creature approaches. Curious, he examines the other carefully, circling around them in awe of something peculiar to him. Sensing some magical properties, he correlates that to it's ability to swim in the air as if it's water.

"Good evening to you," the Old Yordle bows forward, hand on their stomach before resuming their previous position. "What are you supposed to be, my dear Aquatic-but-swims-in-the-air-and-has-magical-properties-friend?" He bows his head slightly one more time, his magic staff floating beside him.

@cosmosoracle

echo park be reading your soul sometimes

random 2

Maybe it was the sporadic motion that makes you wonder if there was something wrong with yourself, maybe a mental illness, or something much deeper and darker. You keep wanting to do so many things in such a little time, all of it, your passions or hobbies. For 15 seconds, you feel the motivation to draw, the next 10, you feel the inspiration to sing and play musical instruments, the next 5, you feel brave enough to try and right your own wrongs. 

Your whole life, you felt like you were nothing. 

But even with all this passion and hobbies, you still feel as if you’re nothing. Was it because you’re desperate? Hoping that you’d find your calling at a young age so that you may focus and be great at it than most, or looking at your peers and adults in your life and wondering how they got there. Even for a speckle of a reason to strive towards something, but no, you do feel passion for one thing, but for some reason, you wanted to do most if not all.

Maybe it’s not what you want, but what you feel, or what you think.

You come to realize, that it wasn’t your unspoken job or role in this world that makes you want to do everything and anything at once. But, it’s because of what you’ll do when you have none left. What you’ll think to be exact. Your life wasn’t so much sunshine and rainbows as your other peers, and you’ve always wondered why. They were the same age as you, shared the same hobbies, the same school, the same education. And yet they seem happier than you are.

You’re scared of yourself, your constant fear and worries plagued the back of your head like flies to a dead carcass. They eat you from the inside, plant thoughts of doubts and troubles, and it grows to something more sinister. All this negative thoughts occupied your head when you’re not doing anything at all.

You’re scared.

random

From the silence, he hears the stillness and continuous motion of life itself. How everything goes on even while in a slumber, how life and death will always be an unbreakable cycle. Would the birds chirp if I were sleeping? Will the earth stop rotating if I were engrossed in such an activity, maybe if you were running around the planet would it stop for you. Chasing the sun in an endless race, silent fear for the darkness that you believe would arrive if you were to stop even for a nick.

But you’ll be tired endlessly, arbitrary you still chose to stop. Knowing your fears are true, the darkness does exist, it will always catch up. You feel overwhelmed by the current scene, everything faded with a touch of blackness looming over like one’s life on a strand waiting to break at any moment. You cup your mouth and hold your stomach, kneeling on the ground, forehead digging the dirt as it fills you up and forces you to embrace it.

The feeling of being left behind hurts, you faint, be it the reason of emotions or faded reasons. You wake up to a touch, you don’t move, at this point you’re willing to take any help you can get to move forward. But strangely, this people live in the darkness. No. They move at their own pace, they are people who were tired of always being in the light, always moving at a pace that never waits for them. For their own darkness is as their own light, your eyes flutter open for a moment. Sitting up, you look at the figure that took you in. 

“Maybe this shade may be too fast for you still, but worry not. There are others who are moving at their own, and if none is your own pace, be it yours to welcome others who moves as fast or as slow as you are.” He speaks to you calmly, contrary to your own feelings of being in this darker shade, he looks calm.

You look down at yourself, maybe this was the fear. Not being able to walk the pace with the people you know all your life are.

“Knowledge may have a price,

but how beautiful can it be?”

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