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nyormilt · 7 months

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Hugo and his cow.

(a little bit more of Hugo and his cow + a character design and some cow sketches below!)

(i don’t understand how to draw food or cows, but recently i’ve been thinking about a something like a happy ending for off, and in that i think Hugo rides a cow. anyway, off is a game almost entirely devoid of any kind of nature, so i wanted to see what it’d look like)

(a character design that looks too much like the batter. the first pic is the initial concept, the second and third were done to solidify the design)

#off game #off fanart #off (game)#off hugo #hugo off #cows #character design

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kachikirby · 1 month

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imagine me kicking your door open and immediately making myself a sandwich without your permission okay OC ASKGAME GO 💫💌🕰️🍒🪄🧋for kurabe and/or fettuccine, or really any oc you think would have an interesting answer to these >:D

Hope you said hi to my mom when you broke in she's working from home today ;fajweiwa;ewaj

I love discussing Kurabe and Fettuccine, so I'll do them again, but I'll add Mikuto as well at least since I answered a few of these already for Kurabe and Fettuccine.

💫 - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

Kurabe - A shovel and for Mars to show up so she can make sure he's dead this time or for the Organization is completely rid of corruption.

Fettuccine - Kind of depends on when she meets the star, but overall, both of her wishes would involve wanting Meta to be happy.

Mikuto - Honestly, I think his would be to get rid of his innate Crash Ability, since it's always at risk of triggering when he becomes angry.

💌 - How easy are they to befriend? Are they more of a social butterfly or a lone wolf?

Kurabe - Kurabe is in the middle of the road. She's a bit difficult to fully befriend, but she's not as standoffish. It's more likely that she will befriend someone than she is the one who is befriended. She is social but also likes her quiet time.

Fettuccine - Easy to befriend and definitely a social butterfly. She likes talking to people a lot.

Mikuto - Mikuto is pretty laid back so he's also very easy to befriend. However, due to people in the past keeping their distance from him due to naturally having the Crash Ability, you'd have to approach him first.

🕰️ - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

Kurabe - I did actually design a Dreamy Gear version of Kurabe! She's a tutor for aristocrats in the City of Light. She had also tutored Meta Knight in the past and is a bit of a mother figure to him. I can see her as someone Meta Knight goes to for advice during the story.

Fettuccine - I didn't have a design for Fettuccine prior, but I did quickly sketch out one for this ask! For her backstory, she could be one of Meta's childhood friends in the City of Light. As for her role in the story, I had the idea of her being his fiancée that helps out with Meta Knight and Daroach's raid on Hugo's mansion. (Especially since she's a Limet and can shapeshift into one of the guards there)

Mikuto - I also just came up with a quick sketch of his design in this ask. I imagine him being a laidback printer and newspaper delivery man that Kirby knows well. I haven't figured out how he could get with Kurabe in this AU.

🍒 - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Kurabe - Ok, Meta Knight is the obvious answer for one of the ones she'll get along with the most, but she would also get along with Kirby extremely well because he is her grandson. Outside of those two, she would get along with pretty much everyone, maybe Francisca would start a rivalry with her as another ice specialist.

I feel like she wouldn't get along with Marx or Magolor, but the two she would get along with the least are Susie and Dark Meta Knight. Susie because of the events of Planet Robobot and Dark Meta Knight because of the events of Amazing Mirror. But if I had to pick between the two, it would probably be Susie because she has not let go of the whole mechanization thing and has sworn to kill her on sight.

Fettuccine - Like Kurabe, Meta Knight would be the one she gets along with the most. Kirby is the second most because it's Kirby and he gets along with everyone, especially in the future where Kirby is her adopted son through Meta. I think the main difference between her and Kurabe is she might have a bit less tolerance for Dedede and find him loud and a bit annoying. (Kurabe's good friends with Dedede's father, so that's why she's fine with putting up with him)

But one thing her and Kurabe definitely have in common is that they would get along with Susie and Dark Meta Knight the least. Susie for similar reasons to Kurabe, she's mad at her for the whole mechanization thing. With Dark Meta Knight, it's a combination of the events of Amazing Mirror and, in later events in my AU, him taking baby Freya hostage to try and settle things once and for all with Meta.

Mikuto - He would get along with Meta Knight and Kirby the most. Maybe Kirby a bit more depending on how soon this is after he and Kurabe started dating, since Meta was a bit awkward with the fact that Mikuto would be his father. Mikuto is relaxed and laid back, so he'd get along with pretty much everyone. As for who he might not get along with, maybe Susie and Zan Par since I see them as a bit more punctual than others, and they would dislike how lazy he comes off as.

🪄 - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts?

Kurabe - She definitely can use magic, but it's a weird in-between because of how magic works with puffballs in my series. The ability to manifest Copy Abilities without swallowing an enemy is magic that needs to be taught and trained, but just inhaling and swallowing is innate. Her specially is using runes for pretty much any elemental attack, but she is especially good with ice magic.

Fettuccine - For Fetty, magic is a learned skill. While she has SOME ability to use magic, it's not that strong. Usually, it's just simple things like paralyzing people. The only magic she cannot use at all is anything related to ice because ice is a natural weakness for Limets.

Mikuto - Because Mikuto isn't a fighter, he doesn't really know any magic. The closest is that he's a master of the Leaf Ability, but he's more likely to use it for defensive or entertainment purposes.

🧋 - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely.

I answered this for Fettuccine and Kurabe here!

For Mikuto, I'm thinking of a salad or maybe a green tea cake. Something with veggies or green tea in it since one of his main Copy Abilities is the Leaf Ability. Or maybe a vegetable curry that comes with an optional super spicy hot sauce to represent his innate Crash Ability.

#it came from the magic box #kurabe #fettuccine kirby #mikuto #kirby oc #granessex chronicles #thank you so much for the ask!

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glitter-lisp · 3 months

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Au game but I’m making you au your fandom into mine — give me a tangled dragon rider au (doesn’t have to Napoleonic wars related bc I’m a nice person)

jaylia this is so funny because literally in the last chapter of multiverse i sent them to a dragon rider world specifically with you in mind omg okay so this is less of a 5 fun facts and more of 1 setting and 4 character sketches ok SO

think typical high fantasy there are Kingdoms and the the Kingdoms have Magic and also some of the Kingdoms have Dragons and and the Dragons have Dragonriders and when a newborn Dragon picks a human to be their Dragonrider they are shipped off to a multination Dragon School Up In The Mountains To Learn How To Do It also worth noting for this world im stealing the eragon thing that dragons can choose their riders from inside the egg so if you touch a dragon egg sometimes that bitch will hatch on the spot for you and oops now you gotta deal with that. so anyways our cast of character in the ya novel i am dubbing the dragon thief:

hugo. the eponymous dragon thief. part of a thieves guild, stole a dragon egg in transport to sell to the highest bidder because that shit is EXPENSIVE if the sale went through he'd be set for life, except oh holy shit what the fuck it fucking HATCHED, and since dragon bonds are considered sacred across all nations (dragons are too Wise to choose random shitheels obviously) he's immediately pardoned of all crimes and shipped off to dragon school with his hatchling, but being pardoned of your crimes doesn't mean your fellow trainees have forgotten them and everyone at the school knows you once tried to kidnap and sell the baby dragon that is now bonded to you for life, and they treat you accordingly

nuru, a young princess who's descended from a long line of both nobility and dragonriders, but always like, yknow. the eldest daughters. the only-kind-of-joking family motto is "first on the throne, second in the saddle" and nuru is the fourth child so the best she could hope for was a decent dowry and a husband who let her keep studying astronomy, but then at her family's hatching ceremony the hatchling stumbled out of its egg and trotted right past all of nurus sisters and into her arms, so now her family is furious even though she really, really, really didn't mean to buck tradition and steal her sister's dragon, and all of her sister's friends who expected her there after the egg hatched are instead stuck with her pesky baby sister instead

yong. tiny baby child whose parents are trainers at the school, and was therefore raised on the property, and was therefore raised as much by dragons as people. is accidentally EXTREMELY magical by virtue of growing up around so much magical energy. his parents keep him the fuck away from any eggs because of that, for fear of him accidentally pulling an unhatched dragon into a bond because of his power instead of the dragon actually wanting to bond with him as a person. yong somehow manages to find, befriend, and bond with a young wild dragon ("young" by dragon standards at least) instead, leaving him half a decade younger than his mostly teenage and young adult classmates, and his dragon close to a century older than their hatchlings

varian. the first dragonrider trainee from his kingdom invited to study at the school. At least, the first in close to 30 years, since his uncle the king and his dragon were both defeated in battle a few years ago after waging war on the rest of the world for a quarter of a century. edmund is gone and his son eugene, varians older cousin, is doing what he can to fix the wreck of his own kingdom, make amends with their neighboring kingdoms, and restart the dragonrider corps in the dark kingdom, since edmund demanded all other dragons and riders be banished a few decades ago. varian never had anything to do with the war, never fought in it and barely knew his uncle or his dragon, but that doesn't stop people from treating him and his dragon like they're also going to go insane and start murdering people any second

soooooo yeah that's all i got band of misfits at magic school sticking together because everyone else hates them so they might as well

#cypresstrees #vat7k #this is not how it went in the multiverse chapter but if I ever wrote it it would be this

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atomicdela-au · 2 months

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Hi there, how are you? I know it’s been a while and again I deeply apologize. But I finally have art of the victims!

Well, I only have one character done, I still gotta do one more reference but I got all what I need to show.

The first character I am going to show you is Mark Heathcliff. My art isn’t the greatest but at least it gets the point across of what he wears throughout the AU lol

Anyway, hear the references. The first one is Mark in his regular clothes, or as I like to call them “bunker clothes”

Since this is a nuclear fallout AU of sorts, the characters in this AU live underground, due to the radiation and dangers that can lurk on the surface.

Think of this as how the vaults work in the fallout games.

The second reference right here, is the church clothes. When there is an underground society, there is bound to be a church. And since Mark is religious it makes sense.

The third reference is Mark in his uniform when he goes out to the wastelands.

The fourth and final one (the reference that I haven’t finished yet for some reason lol) is supposed to be a thirty five year old Mark being a general for the Mandela Solider Regiment for the Commonwealth war.

I also added in three bonus sketches of Adam and Hugo (Or 6/Intruder) and these were created in November of 2023.

I hope you like these art pieces as much as I loved making them. I promise to get the others done too. It’s a lot to draw XD

#atomicdela au #mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge au #adam murray #mark heathcliff #tmc intruder #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalouge fanart

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pealeii · 1 year

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hugo + constable joe sketches!

(there’s one part in our show’s choreo where the actor of hugo has to do THIS so I HAD to draw bway hugo doing it 💖)

(First panel speech bubble: “THIS, Hugo, is your Deputy Handbook. THIS is gonna tell you all you need to know. Whenever you’re in a fix, whip this out.”

Second panel: Hugo looking at it with all the wonder in the world cuz new comfort item just dropped)

#them!!!#this dynamic #their dynamic #will u ask me abt headcanons??? who knows 😏😏#hugo jackson #constable joe #tuck everlasting #tuck everlasting the musical #tuck everlasting musical #musical theatre #sketches #traditional art #my art #musical art #tuck everlasting art #traditional fanart

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maple-writes · 11 months

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WHG 20 - Training (the rest of it)

WHG tag list: @concealeddarkness13 @ratracechronicler @pen-of-roses @grailfish @forthesanityofstorytellers @pied-piper-of-hamlet

featuring @pen-of-roses' Silver, and also I stole Hugo from @ratracechronicler briefly!

I didn’t sleep after the peacekeepers dumped me back to our floor of the tower, instead taking Ginger’s tablet she’d left on the table while she’d headed out for the night, and searching every database I could think of, reading and jotting notes from any article even tangentially related to anything that might help Primary. Gods, real or false, ancient or modern, anything that might give me at least a slight lead. My wrist ached from gripping my pen and scrawling note after note, citation after citation, through Ginger’s spare notebook as my handwriting slowly went less and less careful.

The sun rose gradually outside, shining in through the windows and reflected off the other glittering buildings on the Capitol. My eyes stung, my reading slow now as my brain fogged, fuzzy from reading paper after paper but there had to be more. Had to be something. I’d found more than I expected, more that I thought I would this soon but there was something missing. Or maybe I’d have to look at my notes again, find something I missed. Something that would free Primary from their stasis without destroying all they’d worked so hard to create. They said they didn’t care, but what about after? What would they think when it was all said and done and they stood before everything they once created, everything they must have once cared for, dead and gone by their own hand?

Would they feel the same as I did, seeing Cirrus watch me in fear, seeing him run, seeing Kyra put herself between me and Striker for his own safety? Would it feel the same as my hand around Striker’s throat? The same as returning to dead grass and trees and knowing it was my fault? To knowing I could never undo what I’d done?

I couldn’t let them face that. Not if I could help it.

A gloved hand fell on my shoulder and I jumped, twisted to see Ginger frowning down at me.

“Asher, what’s going on?” Her eyes flicked from me to the papers scattered on the table. “What is this? How long have you been up?”

I set the pen down, massaging my aching wrist. “Remember the god I was telling you about, the one that kept part of themself in Ares?” I paused, waiting as she nodded. “They, peacekeepers and a scientist, they took me to them last night and tried to make me their new vessel and I didn’t let them but Ginger, they,” I swallowed, throat tightening and eyes burning with tearful pressure. “They’ve been there for thousands of years, alone, stuck in a state they called stasis and I can’t just leave them like that. They’re lonely, and desperate and angry and say they’re willing to destroy everything they created but I, I don’t believe them.” I shook my head, tears escaping, slipping down my cheek, remnants from last night not dispersed by sleep. “I don’t know if I can fix it in time before the games so I need you to promise you’ll try for me.”

Ginger’s brows furrowed further as she tried to follow along. She reached for the notebook and tentatively flipped through, pausing on the page I’d done my best to sketch the corpse on, arrows and annotations pointing out what I couldn’t capture properly. “A god hm?” She tucked a loose strand of hair back as she studied the diagram. “It’s not going to be easy to do anything to a god, but I don’t want to say yet that it’s impossible. You already managed to destroy a fragment of it so I’m leaning towards not impossible but I’ll take a closer look at your notes later.” She sighed. “Right now I’m worried that it’s not a process I would be able to do alone, if this god is considerably powerful or stubborn.”

“I was told there might be a chance of escape.” I shouldn’t just be blurting this out, but my head spun, exhausted and without second thought. “Triel reached out to me the other day and invited me along. She has a plan and outside help.” I’d told her I wasn’t sure if I could handle it but now I had to. “I, I’m going to try as best I can to keep it together, to stay on her good side so I can come back.”

She nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as she looked between me and the notebook. When she spoke it was strangely soft, quiet. “You’re set on this aren’t you?”

“I, I am.” I leaned back in my chair, curling my shoulders. “I, I don’t know. I can’t just leave them there. I don’t think the scientists there have their best interests in mind, or they would have tried something besides presenting countless people as potential vessels.” I swallowed, wiping my face with my sleeve. “After what I felt there, I can’t just leave them there to suffer. It’s not right.”

Ginger set the notebook down. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. If it gives you a reason to focus on surviving then I promise I will help you with this.”

“Thank you Ginger.” I took a long breath, shaky and weak. “For everything.”

“Like I said, I wasn’t about to let you face this alone.” She gently took the tablet from in front of me, out of my reach. “Get some rest. Training can wait.”

Could it? There wasn’t much time left. Half a week and I’d already wasted most of the first day so less than half a week to figure out how to survive long enough to escape and come back. “I’ll be okay, I’ll take it easy.”

She gave me a doubtful look but didn’t argue. “If you insist.”

Maybe I should have taken her advice. I swayed as I stood in the doorway of the hall just long enough to get my bearings before making for one of the stations. Noise buzzed in the background and it the images of plants blurred slightly but I could still make just enough of them out to try and figure out which was what, and which were poisonous. I took the quiz at the end and got most wrong and moved on.

I tried the next station, and the next, with about the same result. Some I remembered, like how to sharpen a blade and how to climb an easy tree, but most came as a blur and I left another station in the same way, wandering to see if anything else caught my eye. It wouldn’t hurt to try and improve my fitness before the games but how much could I really hope to achieve before the end of the week?

Another tribute brushed my arm and I turned, following a few steps behind them. They weren’t sure what to do. Weren’t sure if they could-

No, no. I turned around, fast enough my head spun and hurried in the opposite direction. I couldn’t start. Couldn’t start that again. I had to keep calm and controlled for the next few days and then the next foreseeable future. I could do that, right? Right?

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The next day proved harder than I thought. My head spun all day. Fears and trepidations were dialing up with only a couple days left of training, sharp and choking through the air. What ifs and nerves and for some excitement. My heart skipped walking past others and too many times I had to force my head down, hold my hands together and flee away, anywhere but next to a tribute with just enough vulnerability that i could have tried to exploit. Had to hold my tongue, hide away in some dark corner away from curious eyes.

Twice I had to bite my tongue hard enough it bled, iron coating my mouth as I nearly ran back to the elevator. Bracing on the walls and panting, gasping as my heart raced and the lights flickered and my hand shook wanting to press the down button again. To find an easy target, an easy victim who wouldn’t see it coming. Twice I stumbled, shaking and snarling into the apartment.

Once while Cirrus was unlucky enough to meet me. I lunged at him across the table, plates and cups shattering on the ground as I caught him by surprise with claws digging into his arms and a growl in my throat and spitting on about how his mother disowned him and he was hardly a prince at all and he was an idiot to think anyone would ever care about him. That I never in my life would care for him.

But he’d heard it all before and he was stronger than me, throwing me off and sending me sliding across the marble floor. Throw me across the floor and sit by me as I realized what I’d done. What I’d done again.

“For fucks sake give me some warning next time,” he huffed, sitting close enough my shoulder brushed me arm.

He offered his hand and I took it, squeezing hard as his steadiness seeped in through his skin, calm, familiar, safe. Cirrus knew, he knew I didn’t mean it, but guilt gnawed at my stomach along with hunger. When was the last time I ate? I could hardly remember what day it was, what time, how long I’d been here for.

I shouldn’t have needed it, but he picked me up off the floor and carried me to my bedroom, tucking me in and hand delivering a tray of finger foods from the dining room. He sat with me, eating and talking but listening as I cried on about Primary, about Chess, about how I didn’t know if I could make it.

He listened, quiet, removing the tray when it was done and tucking himself in on the other side of the bed. “Like I said, maybe resistance isn’t what’s going to work for you.”

How could he know? How could anyone know? He held me from behind as I curled up in the bed, sniffling and teary eyed yet again but it was warm, and if Cirrus was here I wouldn’t have anything to be afraid of.

“How could I?” I mumbled, sleep pulling at me yet again. “I can’t do those things to people, I can’t just let it happen.”

He hummed, noncommittal. “Who knows. Might not hurt if someone’s in your way though.” He paused adjusting a pillow or something out of my view. “What if you just didn’t say anything?”

I sighed. Maybe. Maybe that would work but who could say for certain? I wouldn’t put it past myself to try something else even if I lost all ability to speak. I’d still find a way, find a way to torment whoever caught my attention next.

But it was harder and harder to dwell, with soft evening light shining in through half-drawn curtains, and Cirrus warm and solid and steady at my back.

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Another day and I tried again to venture into the training hall but the air buzzed higher, sharper, electric with anticipation and wariness and the looming dread that it was coming. Coming sooner rather than later now. How many days? How many days until they sent us off now? What day was it?

I didn’t want to risk asking anyone, to risk asking and opening them to what I might say. There were so many tributes, people, and not all of them sure of themselves. Standing at the edge I found myself eyeing anyone who passed, as if crouched in waiting for wounded prey, someone I could sink my teeth, my words into, to twist what they thought against them. To see the hope dashed from their eyes, the fight drain from their body and I took everything I could, took it to be destroyed.

Fuck.

Without thinking too much I headed to the pool. Someone told me these jumpsuits were good for the water. Or maybe that was a dream. I couldn’t remember anymore. I walked straight in, plummeting into the deep end. Sounds came muffled and far away under the water but I couldn’t stay under long before my lungs burned and I swam to the top.

The water was too warm, overchlorinated, but it was better than nothing. Moving to stay afloat made it harder to think about the weakness that a man who’s name started with an H but didn’t come to me, might have had as he floated by on a makeshift raft fastened from materials nicked from other stations across the hall. I spread my fingers in the water, clawing through it with uncoordinated strokes. It felt nice between my fingers, satisfying as I splashed downward, clawing and scratching at the top of the water and kicking out behind me.

H, Henry? No, not quite, on his raft watched with the look of a lifeguard deciding if he got paid enough to intervene just yet as I opened my mouth, biting down at the surface and letting the treated water flood my mouth. I coughed when some got past my throat and it burned my nose, but I didn’t stop. Biting and splashing down and bobbing above and below the surface.

A rope slapped the water ahead of me and I kicked to turn, treading water clumsily. H had the other end in his hand.

“Don’t think you’re supposed to drown until later.”

I coughed again, clearing the last of the burning water from my mouth and nose. “I, sorry. I’m alright.” My cheeks heated, flustered. What the fuck was I thinking doing all that in front of everyone. “I’m just uh, I’m just playing around. Thanks, though.”

He shrugged and reclined back on his raft. “Carry on then.”

I paddled a little farther away before resuming, and diving down and up and down and up feeling the water trail behind my strokes and bubbles tickle my hands when drawn down from the surface. I must have lost track of time, alternating between splashing and diving and paddling lazily because one of the trainers shouted at me that it was time to go, waiting impatiently as I hauled myself up out and made my way back up to my floor dripping wet.

It might have been the last day now. I had to ask Ginger before heading down, head fuzzy and not sure what day it was anymore. She said it was.

Tonight there were tests, tomorrow there were interviews, and the next day the games.

Swaying on my feet I stumbled through the training hall trying to cram as much left as I could. Jumpy when anyone spoke to me I kept answers short, finding some excuse to hurry away when I wasn’t sure what I would say next. Today at least, hopefully others would assume my demeanor was nerves and nothing else. Nothing dangerous. Nothing that had to be looked out for.

Until I saw her again. Chess. Standing with her back to me, looking over a station next to someone I didn’t recognize. Vulnerable. Weak. A monster. My heart skipped and beat faster, my eyes locked on the back of her head. She didn’t know I was watching her. Watching her, stronger than her in conviction. I could feel my teeth sharpening as I took an unsteady step. Whoever was with her couldn’t protect her. I could take them both, talk them both down if I tried hard enough.

I walked slow, silent, eyes locked on her as if there was nothing else. I could finish what I started. It was so close last time. Just a little more and—

And what? I froze, every hair on my skin standing on end. No. Not again. I couldn’t do this again. Not when, not when I promised. I swallowed, blood cold as I backed up, away, away.

The elevator was past her. I would have to go past her. Would that be a good idea? No, no probably not. I couldn’t let her see me. Couldn’t let her see me and tell Triel or get hurt or.

Somewhere else.

Legs shaking I stumbled away, searching for somewhere to hide. Just in case. Just in case I saw her again and I didn’t notice what I was thinking in time again and…

A box-like room in the corner, a sound booth used for identifying bird song and other animal calls that might come in handy. There was a door. No one would hear me and I couldn’t hear anyone. Couldn’t see anyone, couldn’t touch anyone, couldn’t find anyone to hunt. Couldn’t find anyone to hurt.

My hand shook as I fumbled with the doorknob. I pushed the door open and stepped in and froze.

Someone was already here. They sat in the back corner, staring back at me. “Oh, sorry.” I glanced back over my shoulder. Could I make it? Could I risk it? What it, what if… “Mind if I join you?” It wasn’t worth it, wasn’t worth figuring out if I could handle myself right now.

They winced, pulling their shirt up over their ears as they nodded and quickly waved me in. The air around them buzzed, erratic and I clenched my teeth against the urge to scream, to yell, to start the birdsong training and turn the volume louder, louder, to slam the door, instead forcing my hands to move slow, to close it softer than it opened. I wasn’t here to hurt anyone. I didn’t, now wasn’t the time.

I sat at the other end of the booth, wedging myself into the far corner. Eyes shut tight I took breath after breath, slowing my racing heart, running my fingers over the smooth pearls around my wrist. I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I didn’t want to hurt Chess, or any of the other tributes. I didn’t want to scare the tribute hiding in this booth. Didn’t want to make them cry, not like before. I was supposed to get through this alive, and to do that I couldn’t hurt anyone. I wouldn’t be like him. I was better than him. Better.

Slowly the soft quiet eased the tightness in my chest, the twitch in my fingers to grip and claw.

The tribute sitting there, they wouldn’t expect it. Wouldn’t expect me to come after them. They were hardly even watching, already hiding from something. All I had to do was brush their skin and I—

No, no. I held my hands clasped together in front of me and forced another, longer breath. They hadn’t done anything to me. I’d hardly seen them before now. I didn’t want to hurt them.

I sighed, letting my eyes open and drift towards them. Something wasn’t quite human about them, something unfamiliar. Not something I’d seen before, but it didn’t seem to be unusual in this batch of tributes for someone to be not quite human nor something I’d seen before.

“Sorry if I scared you,” I kept my voice barely a whisper, even that carrying within the sound proofed walls. “My name’s Asher.”

“Silver.” They whispered back, voice rough and hoarse. “Didn’t scare, could hear you coming, just, loud.” They motioned at the door.

That would explain what they were doing hiding here. I sighed. They were right too. “It’s… A lot.” A lot of commotion, a lot of sound, a lot of feelings drifting and mixing in the air and finding their way to me.

Hopefully I didn’t make it too much worse, bursting in like that. Across the booth there were chairs, sturdy looking but not appearing too heavy for even me to move. I sat up, glancing between them and the chair. “Want me to block the door?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to have to deal with anyone else right now either. At least Silver seemed content for each of us to keep mostly to ourselves.

They did something with their hands and nodded, sign language maybe? Then they sighed and added in a whisper, “please.”

I got up and reached for the nearest chair, face illuminated with the blue-white light of one of the monitors showing a muted video of a grouse calling in a prairie. Would there be a prairie in the arena? I shook the thought from my head as I lifted the chair and propped it against the door. I hovered my hands just beside it a moment as I let go. If it fell and crashed that would be the last thing Silver needed, but it held steady. Good. I sat back in the corner, leaning back and letting my eyes wander up to the dark ceiling.

If only I’d figured out this little booth existed earlier, maybe then the week wouldn’t have gone by in such a blur. I hadn’t had a chance to think about what I might be doing tonight to try and prove myself a competitor, or I would even bother. I wasn’t particularly good at any of the stations I’d tried, and if not for Triel’s plan I wouldn’t have any reason to hope that anything would work out.

I hadn’t seen Silver around before now much, had anyone told them? I sat up a little, turning towards them. “Has anyone told you there might be an escape plan?” Maybe I should have eased into it. What if they were the type to tell the wrong people? I’d just have to trust them.

They nodded, shifting a little as they visibly relaxed now that another interruption was unlikely. “Triel. Admit I’m still skeptical, but,” they shrugged, “rather try than die-“ they broke off, eyebrows furrowed for a moment before shaking their head.

“Me too.” Even if Triel lied, or if it didn’t work, the potential to survive was better than nothing. I sighed, shoulders sloping as I leaned harder into the corner, tucking my legs in. “I don’t want to get too hopeful, but it’s more a plan that I have.”

“Hope’s better than nothing. Least, that’s what Calla says.”

I curled up further, drawing my knees up to my chest and resting my arms on top. “Yeah, I guess that’s all we really have right now isn’t it?” Especially in a couple days, when we were sent in with nothing and told to kill each other. Nothing but hope, potentially misguided, but hope that maybe it wouldn’t be the end. That something would work out.

But how? Even now my head felt fuzzy, eyelids growing heavy. The games hadn’t even started and I was already teetering between tired and exhausted at any given time, already probably lost weight forgetting the last time I ate between overwhelm and focus. How would, how could I make in the arena when this was already as hard as it was? Even if I did make it, survive, would I just be a threat to everyone else?

Silver slumped a little, biting at their lip. “Maybe we could…” They shut their eyes, voice trailing quieter and quieter, “eachotherto…help. Too.”

“I…” Could I? What could I do to help? “I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I’ll try.” I didn’t think I could protect anyone, from myself or otherwise.

“You… Make things quieter. Already helping.” They smiled, cautiously holding out a friendly hand. “And I can… Help you. Or try. Ifyou… Want.”

I swallowed against the vice closing my throat and the tears burning just behind my eyes. I was? I was helping? If only they knew what I was thinking, what I almost thought to do when I stepped in and saw them here. If only they knew what I was running from in the first place, what I could do to people. What I…

But I hadn’t. I hadn’t done anything, not this time.

Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, that I was helping, that they trusted me. Everyone at home, they knew what I was, saw what I’d done and still trusted me. Still cared for me. Maybe it wasn’t so impossible I was still the same man they loved, the same one they’d all come and see off, the same one Ginger and Cirrus would drop everything just to stay here with. They all knew I was never what Vena wanted me to be, they all knew who and what I was and they stood by me and knew I would give whatever I could for any of them.

Maybe it wasn’t crazy to think I was still the same Asher even here, even now.

I took their hand with a long, unsteady breath. “I... Thank you, Silver.” They trusted me. For better or worse they trusted me.

Their smile widened, teeth just a little too sharp in the low light from the monitors. “I’m not… thebestwith… words. But yeah. Goodto notbe… alone.”

I returned the smile. “It is. Hopefully we run into each other again.” It was good to know there be a familiar face.

“Canstay here.” They nodded, sitting back. “’Till they dragusout least?”

That sounded like a very good idea. I leaned back, yawning and letting my eyes slide closed. In the muffling quiet of the booth the low, barely audible hum of the monitor filled the still air, soft and lulling. My head drifted, leaning against the soft sound-insulating wall as heaviness tugged at my eyes and body. It was peaceful, the quiet and knowing there was someone else sitting here with me. Nice to find someone who didn’t mind the quiet, someone a little less intense than some of the other tributes, friendly as they were.

I didn’t notice falling asleep until a trainer nudged me with his foot, the same one who’d rushed me out of the pool the other day. Silver must have gone sometime before, missing from the booth and the chair displaced as the trainer hauled me up and walked me back to the elevator, cursing under his breath but otherwise indifferent.

“Don’t sleep through your assessment.” He crossed his arms as he waited for the elevator with me. “They’ll send someone when it’s your turn. Shouldn’t be long since you’re from district one.”

I nodded, yawning and trying to shake myself awake. “Do you have any suggestions?” I glanced at him. “For what I should do?”

The trainer frowned. “You know, no one’s ever asked me that.” He thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Not swimming that’s for sure. I doubt anyone’s going to be impressed if you know some birdsong either.” He scrunched his face, tilting his head. “You know, I bet if you tried something flashy even if it wasn’t actually that useful they’d buy it. You know how it is.”

Maybe if I manage to make the lights flicker or something they’d think it was impressive. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

The elevator doors opened and he nodded towards it. “Well, good luck out there.”

#whg 20 #Asher Sang #Silver #Hugo #Stole him because I thought it would be funny in the scene #hopefully that's okay!

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chibi-sunrise · 1 year

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Where can I watch Luminaria’s Anime?

For Global Viewers

You can watch the first episode of the “Tales of Luminaria the Fateful Crossroad” anime with EN subtitles here. We’ve also got Spanish subtitles, French subtitles, German subtitles, Italian subtitles, Portuguese subtitles, and Russian subtitles.

You can now watch the first episode of the “Tales of Luminaria the Fateful Crossroad” anime in EN dub here.

You’ll need a Crunchyroll or Funimation subscription to watch the second episode on their respective websites. I once saw one of my mutuals was able to watch it without subscriptions (with ads, of course), but I haven’t tested it for myself.

For JP Viewers

If you’re recommending the anime to a friend who lives in Japan, this tweet lists different sites where they’ll be able to search for it. Tales of Luminaria’s official anime website has been shut down, though, so you won’t be able to check it for details on the different options… But I’ll provide whatever links I can find!

We have Amazon JP Rent/have Amazon JP Prime or the dアニメストア subscription service so far.

Well, I’m sure most people on tumblr will know where else they can watch the anime if they’re interested enough… If using official means is the best way to directly support the works I care about, then I’ll use official means as much as possible. And if those official means aren’t, then…I won’t turn down other options.

If you’re interested, then click the readmore for links to voice actor interviews regarding the anime, comments from the anime directors, the motion actors, two event reports on the CG animation studio’s lecture on their animation work process, and more!

So first up, this post has the bulk of information on the anime. You’ll find the anime directors’ comments, scenario writers’ comments, and a twitter thread about the AniTsuku free web-only seminar that was held on September 23-25, 2022.

This tweet will lead you to a detailed event report on the Tales of Luminaria seminar that was held at the time. If anything happens to that tweet, then I’ve also got the direct link to the article here. I’ve also got another article that covers different information on the event here.

We also have these tweets from a few of the motion actors who helped construct the scenes for CG animation. We’ve also got a tweet from the animator in charge of facial expressions! I loved their work on the Fire Emblem Heroes special Book movies; check out this one in particular for their work on facial expressions.

And this post has Luminaria’s Writing Team’s comments, which include a note about the animation.

This tweet leads to Comic Natalie’s interview of Arai Ryohei (Leo’s VA) and Takeda Kaito (Hugo’s VA) If anything happens to that tweet, then I’ve also got the direct link here.

This tweet leads to Comic Natalie’s interview of Umehara Yuichiro (August’s VA) If anything happens to that tweet, then I’ve also got the direct link here.

This tweet leads to Comic Natalie’s interview of Uemura Yuto (Lucien’s VA) If anything happens to that tweet, then I’ve also got the direct link here.

I want people to be able to recognize the Luminaria anime as the top quality work it is. There was so much work, passion, effort, and love put into this animation; please don’t dismiss it just because it’s CG.

Oh, and these aren’t comments, but check out the art the anime directors did! Midori drew Easter Leo here, drew a piece for Celia’s birthday here, and sketched a little something to celebrate that Itaindou completed accepting orders for Luminaria’s custom hanko stamps here. And Shiori drew Laplace here.

#tales of luminaria #luminaria #tales of #tales series #tales of series #tales of luminaria anime #luminaria anime

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halfsunart · 1 year

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Sketchbook draw pt 8

Sketchbook 5

My first sketchbook post lockdown. I exclusively used a fountain pen with brown or green ink in this sketchbook, forcing myself to draw with pen to focus on ideas and composition over having neat and tidy sketches.

At the middle of my second year of uni I started illustrating a tarot deck revolving around my lil slime ball character Hugo. I tried to continue and finish the illustrations during this period but midway through I had a style crisis. This spread shows my sketches for two of wands and two of coins.

I might revisit this tarot deck idea one day

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unknown171204 · 12 days

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L'incompréhension des Misérables

Si vous preniez l'initiative de chercher dans votre navigateur préféré "Qu'elle est la plus grande comédie musicale de tout les temps ?"

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Inspirer par le roman de Victor Hugo dont il reprend l'histoire et les personnages , les Misérables on suivi le pas de la Révolution Française en sortant tous d'abord un album en 1980

Reproduisant également la formule d'engager des célébrités de la chanson tel que Michel Sardou ( Enjolras) , Salvatore Adamo (Combeferre) et Michel Delpech ( Feuilly )

Le public adhérant à l'Album , la version scénique sera mise en scène par Robert Hossein ( les inconnus caricaturerons le spectacle dans leur sketch " les spectacles parisiens" en renommant le spectacle : Les Misérables de la Révolution française d'un homme nommé Jésus et qu'on appelait aussi Marie Antoinette ! ) et sera présenté au palais des sport pour seulement seize semaines , cette courte durée de vie handicaperas le spectacle qui endurera également l'absence des stars de l'album. Le spectacle aurait possiblement eu droit à une captation ( témoignage non confirmée d'une prétendue VHS vendue à la sortie de la salle ) mais elle n'a pas encore refait surface .

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Le spectacle ne feras pas grande vague auprès des français et aurait pût tomber dans l'oublie si le producteur Cameron Mackintosh n'avait pas assister à l'une des 100 représentations ! L'adaptation Anglos - américaine deviendras un succès interplanétaires joué dans 42 pays et traduit en 21 langues . Il existe également une adaptation cinématographique datant de 2013 :

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Et pendant ce temps en France... le spectacle à tous simplement disparue de la mémoire collective . Une nouvelle tentative scénique sera tenté en 1991 au théâtre Mogador malheureusement le public français ne suivras pas pour la seconde fois .

( la petite anecdote sympathique : l'interprète du Gavroche de 91 n'était personne d'autre que Ludwig Briand plus connu sous le nom de Mimi Siku du film culte un indien dans la ville !! )

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J'espère qu'un jour le spectacle reviendras en France et que le publique maintenant habitué aux grands spectacles lui réserveras un aussi bon accueil que dans tous les autres pays !!

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#les miserables #enjolras #jean valjean #musical theater #comédie musicale #Youtube

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woewept · 3 months

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@godclaws: don’t tell me that i’d be safer with somebody else, because the truth is i would just be more scared.

he was raised by his mother telling him to follow his affections, as his father claimed wealth was the highest achievement obtained. become a count, my boy, a lord. start quickly, marry young— or simply put: seek any path that didn't involve the damn book of notes and inspirations kept in your coat. should incentive strike at an inconvenient period, he need only retrieve the fountain pen homed persistently in the opposing pocket and scribble down those ideas, lest they vanish from a constantly working mind. he stood a man prepared! for the most part. thorne purposely surrounded himself with a very specific idea of love and its entrails; grittiest moments of sheer anguish when your soul was halved with someone else, as well as wonderful memories following for eternity. it was a complicated notion to ponder, looking far better written in long-penned eloquence, composed to practised perfection.

all these obstacles he'd been prepped and arranged for in childhood, yet not a lone hour was dedicated to teaching what being in love may entail. what being in love with a woman wed, may entail. in spite of the complexity continually rearing its ugly head, thomas' book had never been so full. nor had it ever bore a companion inside the same pocket (a single sketch by his own artistry, unable to truly capture the evoking gaze, but a neat enough rendition). “i only wish to...” he began, voice soft upon the midnights air, trailing off by deep contemplation. what, indeed, did he wish? a great deal of things. nothing so much than the blinding desire to sweep her away from the disastrous place her husband called home. a magnificent estate, ripe with haunted halls of barbaric isolation he feared might eventually consume his beloved.

fate is tested betwixt them, this he is sure. due to his raw, quite frankly frightening devotion of felicity, he grew concerned for possible allegations a week from today, two weeks— years, even. should he be so lucky! while the heart prided itself on fondness and exploding impulse, there were occasions he sought assurance that she accepted the unlawfulness present. that if she required his absence, if reality must return, he'd withdraw. it was too easy to forget the ring on her finger. thomas would tide the moon in and out, twice a day for her, but submerged fears and doubts oft succumbed. “i understand; forgive my implications. it was not my intention to form any assumptions regarding your feelings.” he whispered, reaching forth to take her hand, drawing it to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles, lingering, eyes closed. “i understand.” he repeated in the motion of pulling back, still refusing to unclasp joined fingers.

felicity was a sight. fine memory and detailed description hardly did justice: sharp, clear and beautiful, leaving thomas appearing dull in comparison. he moved again, luring her hand to his chest, enveloping it between both of his. the grave reluctance to release evidently keeps their palms together. this was how he craved to exist each ticking second. the threads binding their make-shift tapestry may soon unravel; perhaps now was not the time to risk it through questions of what-ifs. “your heart shan't stray from my care, i swear it. as certain as the sunrise itself, i shall forever be your constant.” he vowed like an oath sworn at an alter. they'd agonise about the future, about husbands and desperate yearnings at a more suitable date. best allow the moonlight's glow to continue basking forbidden expressions in the witching hour. a cold house finally feeling warm as the master ventured elsewhere. what a fool hugo was. the luckiest fool in the world. “if that is what you ask of me.” ask anything of me, and it will be my life's mission to accomplish. ask me to take you away from here.

#godclaws.#ic: thomas thorne.#this got so long oh my goodness.#i am so obsessed with this verse ma'am.#but do NOT feel the need to write this much omg.#hugo: leaves for the night.#thomas: hiding in the bushes watching him leave.

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damonplayz-tt · 6 months

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For This Fortnite Drawing I Drew All Of My Fav Skins!! 🥺❤️

First Off We Have My Skin Ether

Second: We Have Bone Wasp

Third: We Have Hugo

Fourth: We Have Sig

And Lastly: We Have Abstrakt

What Are Your Guys Favorite Skins From Fortnite? Write Them In The Comments Below!! ❤️🥺

I Hope You Burritos Love This Drawing As Much As I Do!! Check Out My Tik Tok: Damon_Playz

. (NOT ALOUD TO USE THIS DRAWING)

.Pwease Dont Steal My Artwork

.Time Taken: 10 Hours And 11 Mins

.Tags: #Anime #AnimeStyle #Style #Drawing #AnimeDrawing #Sketch #Fortnite #FortniteFanart #Ether #BoneWasp #Sig #Hugo #Abstrakt #EtherFortnite #BoneWaspFortnite #SigFortnite #AbstraktFortnite #HugoFortnite #FortniteStyle #FortniteAndAnime #FortniteArt #EtherDrawing #FortniteEther #Gacha #GachaLife #GachaClub #Oc #OrginalCharacter #OcDrawing #GachaOc

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