Guild Wars 2 OC stuff: So I finally figured out the full body design for Vallotash (Mordremoth's Scion a.k.a. who Mourynn actually is) They're more or less the same person, but it's complicated, but leans more to Vall believing she's Mourynn and kind of is since she inhabits her body and memories, but is technically an imposter and is very depressed and in denial about it. Inspiration from Jahai Bluffs: "Are you a dragon dreaming that it's a hero? If you were, how would you know?" (also it's my tumblr banner lol) I'm still sketching out the origin story to explain how this happens, but for now here is this sketch bc I am happy with how this turned out and wanted to post it early. It's basically self preservation turned to parasitism to accidental death of host to unintentional identity theft out of guilt/tribute + memory absorption to make her think she's the sapling + amnesia about the whole event taking place over the span of a year stuck in the dream (to super condense her origin lore). I'll finish these sketches once I'm done her origin story pages, or if I get possessed to do it earlier bc I'm still happy with how this turned out and might want to keep working on it sooner, hehe.

Here is more sketches of Mourynn/Vallotash under the cut:

She has some simpler looks for when she's flattened down. She looks SO SILLY but I love it. Beware the Scion of Mordremoth: This freaking wiggly silly noodle thing. A terrifying menace!! Beloathed parasite daughter vine of the mighty Jungle Elder Dragon!! /does a snake blep (Also the first two head sketches I did of her from last year when she still didn't have a body designed yet lmao. I still have to figure out how large she actually is, as well as her colouration. She'll have to match Mourynn's, so she's gonna be a funny mix of the colours in the cool spectrum, which doesn't look very plant-like, but sylvari can be all different colours, and she has the whole poisonous/hallucinogenic thing going on, as well as some Soo-won influence bc she's based off a leafy sea dragon and is very attuned to water, so it kinda works yeah????) I also have no idea what her large chin whisker things are supposed to be. I just kind of made them up on the spot and fell in love with them, so they're STAYING, even if they make no sense. I mostly just love that they'd look so cool underwater and while glowing in the dark, and they are vaguely alien and jellyfish-like.

@creepiitus​ said:  Solf did not tire to look upon her this evening. Eyes lighting up when he opened the car door, taking her hand and helping her and her gown step out into the cool February air. Across the street is the theater, signs beckoning to watch tonights ballet: Cinderella. "You look beautiful." He says between kissing her knuckles. "So beautiful, it'll be difficult for me to pay attention to the show." [ happy valentines 😘 ]

* ( Valentine’s asks . )

She had always been a shameless indulger of fairy tales. No surprise, given how prone her heart was to fancy; how enrapt she was by the promise of an absolute romance, unreserved and hopelessly deep. Real life made few opportunities to experience something so completely, tethered down by worldly burdens and cynical whispers which would call a dreamer a fool for letting stories sway them so. And yet, she’d always strived to keep that dream alive— held fast to the stars in her eyes and did what she could to make those moments real... if more often for others, than for herself. 

Yes, on any other night, she’d far more easily fit the mold of the fairy godmother in this story, working her magic to foster the love around her and let others float, weightless of life’s burdens, if only for a moment.

But not this night.

Tonight, all the labor poured into preparation and heart-fluttering excitement, bated breath and nervous butterflies; they were for her. Sheers through a rich, deep pink velvet, and hand-sewn details onto the luxurious cloth... oh, she justified it as work done to be worthy of standing at his side, (elegant as he always was), but it was for her. To feel— when his eyes fell on her again, and he looked with adoration, admiration, awe— that lovestruck magic, and believe that she was worthy of it... though he’d always done well in making her feel that she might be beautiful. Tonight, she is sure. 

She doesn’t doubt him a moment, nor shy too far away under his gaze; only takes his lead and glides down— weightless, except for the gravity which draws her into him —and looks up; savors the sight of him under the cover of evening, the sharp fluorescent glow of the theater’s sign-lights which strike his side, framing angles and casting shadows which remind her of the first time she’d been entranced by the same carved cheekbones and clear, pale irises. A few character cuts off the silhouette of princes in most stories, but he fills the role well in their tale... 

he’d charmed her from the first moment, and would continue ‘til the very last. 

“ thank you, dear... you’re brilliant as ever, yourself.  ” Emily hums, quiet; words only for him— waiting ‘til his kisses tapered off to chase his withdraw, gently cupping his jaw in her palm, tracing the edge of his lip with her thumb.

“ ...while I’m sure we’ll both manage t’ see most of th’ show somehow... 

well, yours ’re th’ only eyes I cared t’ have on me in th’ first place, so I can’t scold y' too much.... I hope you’ll give me th’ same grace. ” because he can be sure that she looks at him with all the same love and reverence; that she could probably be just as happy holding him there in the brisk evening breeze, looking at him all night, as she would be basking in the promised performance.

“ an’ I promise there’ll be plenty of time after it’s over t’ indulge, as much as you like. ”

after all, Cinderella was destined to lose her dress at midnight.