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rithalie-art · 4 months

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Second post with some fanart!

AKEMI

It’s a sketch but I haven’t drawn in so long my hand literally hurts T-T

Akemi with her small wings, decorative only. They glitter like gold and their only job seems to be betraying her thoughts and puffing up whenever she is angry. They also take ridiculously long to wash away any grime or sand they collect. High maintenance!

TAIGEN

Taigen’s wings are his pride and joy, wide and beautiful. They appear bluish green in this sketch but it’s mostly because of the night light. They are brown, just like those of an osprey. They shine with oil and attention they have just gotten at the brothel from all the lovely ladies he’s been drinking with.

Like I wrote before, he spreads them whenever he can, especially to goad.

(Pose comes from the pilot episode and no, it’s not because I didn’t master that beautiful man’s face yet, not at all…)

And now…

MIZU

That’s how her wings look like at the time of her first duel with Taigen:

Yeeeeesh… they look rough. She does cut them evenly, it’s just that lack of preening and being thrown through paper walls will do that to the person (Ignore Taigen - some have good hair genes, he has good feathers).

They are cut as short as she can keep them and are matted and just sad.

For comparison, here’s how they should look like

Woah, big wingspan baby!

And much healthier, too! Shiny, glittering! I have a feeling that Mizu’s wings would be almost iridescent at the top, definitely pretty enough to make Taigen jealous. Also, wouldn’t it be hilarious if they reacted to the littlest bit of care like crazy and make Akemi green with jealousy with how low of a maintenance they actually are?

Too bad no one thought to teach Mizu how to care for them properly…

Anyways, hope you all like the sketches. I would love to hear your headcanons bout this au and I would be HONORED if anyone joined in!

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rithalie-sideblog · 4 months

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Cutting the feathers

The first time Mizu cuts her wings it’s for practical reasons. They are getting too long and just last night they caught fire from the hearth and they are impractical anyways so what’s the damage, right?

Swordfather notices, of course he does. He takes Mizu outside and asks her to spread her wings and he fixes the damage she’s done, careful fingers treading through black and brown feathers.

„There’s always some reason for hurting yourself” he says calmly, „but it’s never good enough to actually do it. Let them grow fully before you do any more damage, dumb boy.”

And Mizu listens, with her head tilted downwards, hands curled up in fists, because while she missed the preening, soft touches and careful motions of someone fixing her wings, she doesn’t feel like she deserves it.

Swordfather’s wings are average in size, a sparrow’s wings full of rich browns and calm beiges. Mizu helps him preen them sometimes, always with utmost care as she gets rid of the dead feathers and burnt edges. It’s a rare occurrence, the man’s solitude making him used to fixing the feathers by himself. He offers to help Mizu anyway. She refuses, again and again until he eventually stops asking.

She binds her wings loosely, enough to keep the long primary feathers out of the fire and she practices keeping them folded all the time. She doesn’t cut them again for the long time, partially out of respect for her adoptive father, and partially to avoid him helping her fix them again. She doesn’t quite understand why.

Next time she cuts her feathers it’s out of necessity. The get in the way of her training, make her slower and sloppy. She cuts them but this time swordfather doesn’t say anything. She’s grown enough to make her own mistakes.

Eventually she finds the best way to cut them. Primaries almost non-existent, secondaries lightly trimmed. They seem to almost rebel against her. As much as she tries she can’t make them lay flat and proper. She blames the nature of them, the otherness of European heritage. Maybe they need something’s she can’t provide, maybe they’ve been broken from the beginning. Mizu stops caring, after a while.

She leaves, she loses her first fight.

And then Mizu meets her mom.

„There’s not much we can do now to fix the damage” the woman tuts as she prepares Mizu’s wings for her first meeting with new husband. „I should have binded your wings when you were a child, but who could have thought they would grow so… enormous. No, don’t you hunch now dear, we need to make them look smaller. Much, much smaller.”

With careful touch, Mizu’s mother cuts and cuts and cuts almost to the meat of her wings, changing the shape and the side of each row, until her secondaries can pass as primaries, until her wingspan gets almost four times smaller, as small as she can get it. Her own wings are black and white, a magpie’s coloring and they fit nicely against her back, even with the burn scars running through them. You almost can’t see the unevenness that came from binding them.

Mizu sits very, very still. She’s trying to connect the feeling of her mother’s fingers weaving through her wings with the ways she used to fix them as a child, but it’s no use. You can’t connect the gentle touch and care of a mother with this. This feels wrong. Mizu curls her fists and curls her lips but says nothing.

They travel far, until the air turns fresh and crisp and cold. Mizu’s wings shift and puff out, much to the dismay of her mother, trying to get them to lay flat. Mizu can’t help it, she feels cold and exposed with her wings on display, pushed trough the slits in her dress and sitting awkwardly on her back.

Mother tuts and fusses over her with overly sweet voice and it’s all Mizu can do to not push her away right this moment. She steps away as soon as they get out of a carriage.

„You’re not as hideous as I expected.”

„And you’re much older than I thought.”

Mikio’s wings are that of a peregrine. Smallish for a man, but at least they rarely end up victim of his horses’ hooves. They are preened and look quite healthy, especially as he spreads them while on horseback, catching the wind.

The first night they spend in the same room, Mizu offers to preen them for him. He eyes her speculatively and agrees. He stays clothed, makes it seem like a friendly preen, not one between spouses or lovers. Still, Mizu’s fingers shake as she tries her best to put his feathers in order. She’s not very good at it.

After what seems like an eternity of awkwardness he catches her hand and turns around with a grimace. He offers to preen hers but she declines, using her mother’s excuse of an old injury. Mikio visibly sags.

The first night is spend in silence, far away from each other on every level possible.

Time passes, seasons change and so do their wings. Mizu’s mother cuts hers down regularly, disposing of the feathers, plucking out the excess of her newfound winter floof. It’s becoming obvious, with Mizu twitching in pain every time she tugs too hard, that this arrangement can’t last forever. She can’t bleed on every yukata she wears, after all.

The day Mikio makes a step towards his wife, the day he gifts her Kai, marks the beginning of an end.

„You’ve been cutting your wings all this time?” He asks, surprised and anguished, reaching for Mizu’s feathers, „They must be beautiful. I want to see them grown.”

And for the first time in a long time Mizu awaits the touch. She flinches at first, instinctively, but pushes her wings at Mikio when he tries to pull his hand back. Maybe, just maybe, it will feel right to be touched for the first time in years.

And the worst thing? It does feel right. And good, and it feels like something slotting into place and Mizu is happy.

She sometimes misses that touch, long after everything between her and Mikio has been said and done. She hates that she misses it. Mizu hides her wings under her cloak, but keeps them longer. Cut down to her secondaries, like when she left swordfather. It feels like relief, to be in control of them, to shape them as she sees fit.

Mizu’s wings itch sometimes, trying to grow primaries again, and the only thing to stop it is to absolutely soak them, something that most of people try to avoid.

The way water curls around them, caresses them, reminds her of being loved.

#rithalie #fanart #bes #blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai #my writing #wings au #wings #trying to make it insightful #the idea is that wigs are Mizu’s vulnerability #she can cut them down herself #but she feels violated when others dictate how they should be #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai wings #bes wings #for the rest of the au #see the masterpost on top

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writerfae · 1 year

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Here’s the half-assed sequel/au angst I talked about

@rithalie-sideblog because you showed interest and @deadlycupid cause you always have to suffer through my angsty writing xD

“It was all in vain,” Talon whispered. “He’s dead… and for what?”

He wanted to scream, but grief tied up his throat like a rope around his neck.

His voice cracked. “For what?”

Aiden had tried to save the Alder. But it was too late. Now they had lost them both.

The goddess shook her head, looking at Aiden laying in Talon’s arms.

She put a hand on the shoulder of the poor man that clutched to the lifeless body in his hold, tears streaming down his face.

“A sacrifice made out of love is never in vain,” she said. “Look.”

Talon looked up to her through his tears. “I don’t understand. What…?” he questioned, but was interrupted by a sudden light.

He looked back at Aiden and gasped.

His whole body seemed to glow, hundreds of little lights rising from the lifeless figure in his arms.

Glowing golden like fireflies, they danced in the air like the seeds of a dandelion carried away by the wind.

More and more lights ascended, dancing to the mighty branches of the dead Alder.

Talon watched them in awe, arms tightening around Aiden, in fear his love would dissolve into nothing if he didn’t hold him tight enough.

The lights settled on the tree and where they touched the branches, the tree came back to life, rich green leaves blooming, its crown glowing with newfound light, newfound life.

The dancing light dissolved and before them stood the mighty Alder in full bloom.

Healthy. Alive.

And brighter than ever before, with all signs of sickness gone.

Talon wouldn’t have believed it if he didn’t see it happening. He looked down to Aiden, eyes fixed on his pale face.

It was as if he were asleep, sweetly dreaming in the arms of his beloved like he had often done in his life.

He looked so peaceful. Like he could wake up any second, smiling up to him. But he never would.

Tears began to fall again and Talon leaned forward to kiss Aiden’s forehead, before burying his face in the chest of the man he had loved and now lost forever.

“He is not lost,” the goddess said gently.

“He gave his life so that the Alder could live, to keep all of us save. His soul will live on in the holy tree. And in all of us.

Just like his love.”

#context: the alder tree that kept the world’s balance died and Aiden sacrificed himself to spend it new life to save his loved ones #I mean not really half-assed but I didn’t have the energy to write this more detailed even though it could’ve been so #btw if there’s something in here that doesn’t make sense I apologize that’s just my brain #writer speaks #writeblr #wip: the knights of the alder #not canon so don’t worry #writing #my writing

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wywuzz · 9 months

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New avatar by @rithalie-art ! Go check her out !!!

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https://www.artstation.com/rithalie

#artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #pfp icons #commission

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dailynews9 · 1 year

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Man killed by nephew for opposing illicit relations with aunt

Meerut : A 32 – year – old man was shot dead by his nephew and wife on Thursday in the Rithali forest of Sarurpur area in Meerut for objecting to their illicit affair . The incident came to light on Saturday , police said . A senior police officer said that the deceased Sandip was a resident of Dahar village . On Thursday , Sandip went missing without a trace , after which his kin filed a…

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rightlockleif · 3 years

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Another two gym leaders! Dark type leader Rithalie doesn't have much time to spare on a fight with you, so make it quick. Deadline is around the corner!

And do not forget about fabulous fairy type leader Tina. Don't let her mislead you! She's bitter-sweet!

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kouratdrhuii · 7 years

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Rithali-in sister expiatrix TGG2 figurine comission #comission #TGG2 #figurine #sisterofbatttle #proxi #paint #painting #wargame #wargaming #paintfigurine #red #white

#paint #tgg2 #white #wargame #red #sisterofbatttle #paintfigurine #figurine #painting #proxi #comission #wargaming

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rithalie-art · 1 year

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Fan cover. Gonna focus on book illustrations for a while

#Rithalie #rithalie art #dune #Illustration #sci-fi #dune illustration #dune fanart #Fanart #book cover #fake book cover

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rithalie-art · 1 year

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Emergency Comms!

I need some funds for everyday expenses while I’m looking for a job.

I appreciate all the reblogs!!! :D

#Rithalie #rithalie art #commissions #art commissions #art commisions #dnd characters #dnd #monsters #characters #digital art

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rithalie-art · 2 years

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To stay is not cheap but it's worth it, I swear.

#rithalie #my art #rithalie art #art #fantasy #digital art #fantasy illustration #illustration

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rithalie-art · 1 year

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Sneak peak

#you xan say a lot about persephone #but damn does she make pretty babies #cause we all know she did all the work here #ink #rithalie #my art #rithalie art #hades #zagreus #melinoe #zagreus hades #wip #hades ii

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rithalie-art · 1 year

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Hello! I am officially opening up commissions!

The Christmas are coming and I wanted to offer some commissions before it gets here! Tier #1 makes for a very good and quick present, especially, but not only for flight rising dragons fans! I draw DnD, other RPG, fanart, OCs, Original illustrations and more!

For now I have 5 slots open in order to finish them until Christmas, 3 if they turn out to be big illustrations so it’s first come, first serve! If it’s succesful and I have more time, I will open up more slots!

#Rithalie #rithalie art #my art #commision info #art commisions #commisions open #taking commisions #five slots left!

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rithalie-art · 9 months

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