lol I forgot I drew this with the BARBAROUS cast based on that Dungeon Meshi band tees edit

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PERCY’S ELDEN RING JOURNALS PART 12: THE END!!

(part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 )

Part 12 of the Elden Ring Journals of my playthrough with @ananthhirsh! Here’s my non-canon epilogue. :)

It’s now been ONE YEAR since I started these journals!!! It was such a delight to do these, thank you for following along!

(Also if you’d like to read about Percy’s actual adventures, you can read BARBAROUS for free over here.)

There’s this webcomic I LOVE and I’ve been wanting to draw fanart for a while but now there’s a monster romance so I had to!!🥹💕

I cannot recommend Barbarous enough, it’s got smart, snarky magic ladies and giant murderous cinnamon rolls

reminiscing about webcomics i've read while on the internet for the past two decades 

do you recognize any of them? 

"Why won't you use me?" / "I know you're using me."

@barbarous 8.1 and 8.27 by Johnny Wander

big anxious softie over here

Leeds from BARBAROUS!! my favorite webcomic!! go read it!!

barbarous, chapter 8.

With autumn in full-swing, I had to draw my favourite minotaur fella enjoying the season's pickings! 🍂🐃🍎

Leeds belongs to @aidosaur and @ananthhirsh from their amazing graphic novel BARBAROUS. Go check them out if you haven't already!

im REALLY interested in how the enchantment Percy used to protect her feelings from Leeds will affect their future relationship. its really interesting how were already seeing how were already seeing a little just how much Leeds relied on his familiar abilities to be able to know something as simple as how close she is physically to not bump her to naturally being able to read Percys tru feelings.

which isnt a bad things, its all hes known and most times its a burden more than an aide. but here Percy is someone he considers a friend, someone he cares about. and all of a sudden he feels this disconnect with her that he doesnt really know how to deal with. 

this budding with Percys own complicated feelings towards Leeds, im really interested to see how this creates possible friction or conflict further on. or possible forces them to work more on their communication? interesting

I wanna take a sec to talk about Lucky Penny.

If you haven’t been lucky enough to have heard of Lucky Penny before now: it is my favorite graphic novel. It has been since junior year of High-school. I am now a senior in my final semester in college (and accounting for my Covid style gap year) Lucky Penny has been my #1 fave graphic novel for six years and counting.

It’s funny, it’s raunchy, the characters feel real, the story is well paced and takes some very fun and unexpected twists! However, the story and art aren’t the only reason I love Lucky Penny. I originally found Yuko Ota and Ananth Hirsh via their autobiographical book of daily life comics Johnny Wander: Our Cats Are More Famous Than Us, which I had picked up from the local library and was absolutely thrilled to find out was a webcomic that at the time was still actively updating. On their website (linked here!) you can actually read Lucky Penny and their Autobiographical comics completely for free as well as their current (still updating) work, Barbarous.

For me Lucky Penny acts as a bridge and a love letter to middle school me, who avidly read webcomics on solo hosting sights, many of which have been lost to time or have simply stopped updating. Self published webcomics outside of companies like Tapas (formerly Tapastic) and LINE Webtoon have ensured that solo host websites are far and few in between and routinely get looked over. Despite existing in the face of these big companies Johnny Wander lives on.

Lucky Penny is like warm soup. It’s comforting and every read feels different depending on where I am emotionally and just in my life in general. You can find Lucky Penny free to read on Johnny Wander here and even grab a physical copy for yourself here if you prefer paper. Updates on Yuko Ota and Ananth Hirsh’s current work and activities can be found on their respective tumblrs @aidosaur and @ananthhirsh

If you choose to read Lucky Penny I hope you love it. I’m sure you will. :)

X5 ~ Prelude to Destiny

[Prev:C] Sunbreak Treachery ~ Scarlet Destiny ~ ♪"Good Guy"♪

Surging water rushed down stream and woodland insects began hissing. A process of wild nature was coiling, a serpent slithering up an evergreen, where chirping birds held host, were being nurtured by their dearest mother of plucked worms being divided kindly, a few newborn eggs left to hatch. A predator serpent salivates a most-scrumptious treat, practically anticipating its course-meal, down those impressive elastic-like mandibles. Camouflaging alongside bark on the unexpected-prey. Its winding patterned-tail curling in support with a sturdy bough. Preparing itself to lunge when their grown-guardian drew close among the edge of the abode nest. One-strike all it’d take. Drooling venom-leaked against its fangs.

The Primeval Law; weak was fed to strong. All abide even if they’ve yet to encounter their devourer. Lonely and with a trouble-soul on a nearby bench gave a daring-stare to this process. Words reciting back in harmful-memory from his own pit-betrayal consistent snakes on his Crew or swimming in believed friendly-waters, hiding deceitfully. Recently departing a treacherous brother consumed by envy, he left them to their own-fate to a volunteering infirmary after their emotional-battle. Far as their long-history was concerned, this was the conclusion.

Again. Left with no-one, nothing. Giving a castaway didn’t mean his Crew would care or remember him after the Summer-break that was agreed-upon. Everything built-up to be demolished again, perhaps in the end, that’s all his purpose served. Fleeting reprieve or an experience to parade; merely a tale. Constant-cycle, that no-matter how many times, attempted to evolve past being simply defined, he always fell-short where it mattered. Teeth-grit angrily with rebelliousness, this was his shade. Always resisting what’s supposed to be assumed, standard, natural. Traitor’s venom from Sol, sept into his veins, and momentarily obscured reflection, <”You’ll become no-better than me, blight akin to myself. All that preaching of goodness, light you bring… Those accursed eyes… Constantly shining against darkness will collapse, you’ll be confronted with the forces we ran to maintain freedom. That we both know, are impossible to overcome. Irrefutable tides, power-beyond-power, none can oppose and it’ll come for your sanctuary. When it DOES, you’ll become at the forefront butchering to survive; thrive, or die empty as nothing.” Winning against their grueling contest, but it didn’t feel like that at-all. He lost a practical considered-brother, a friend, someone trusted. So many wounds overtook and festered. Couldn’t help but wonder if there was painstaking truth in this omen. Not-the-first time something demonic, prophecies his foretelling of the future. That stalking-serpent about to gobble up, let out a hiss before lunging at the motherling, feline-ears quivered, before a bellowing shout, raged forth his own tatted-scarred arm maneuvered like serpent itself grappling the snake in tracks. Poisoned-dipped-fangs close to the motherly bird who collapsed in frightening fear. Wanting to strike at the interrupting-handler, but expertly strangled in prevention. He was its predator, the traumatizing snakes surrounding his story-past made feline instincts-flare. Vengeful frustration wanting to keep squeezing, serpent with a vicious-grip back that often choked-prey’s life out of them. Taking his own wrathful-distraught on something, anything to remove-feeling. Facially-feature’s intimidatingly surfaced, before roaring and snarling stood against the snake, making its resisting force act cowardly; skin shedding early in fear, wanting to slip away to escape desperately; preservation crying. Knowing the serpent was now in-peril. Clutched callous-grip stayed viciously snug until suddenly, the conflicted-soul, dropping below on his knees freeing the creature with mercy, as it slithered recoiling into hedges onward, it’d find meal elsewhere.  Balled-fist kept pounding against the soils beneath, until this boiling-fury was vanquished and knuckles busted open. Resisting urges to become another vile-design; proving them right. Thought crept-in. Opposing so many oppressive forces, notions, order, acted on his own principles, but never saw any succession. No reward in this road of kindness. Nay treasures, glory was had, the people of the land-he-idolized their simplistic and normal settings, mocked for being too mundane. To him it seemed so routine but above-all, they owned peace, knowing no enemies, they lived-unadventurous life but held an inspiring wealth that was long-lasting that didn’t slip from their fingertips, nor materialistic or fool’s gold. His chaotic world navigated upon, continuously rejecting him seemingly from being any symbol-good. As-if wasn’t meant-to-be, swore himself to such-a-daring task with a-sea itself. The pledge prohibited him from ever tasting any true solitude. Condemning his own slavery in mind, body, spirit and soul so foolishly in brazened-youth. Whether desired or not; he must become a conqueror. 

Would figuring out who his Mother was grant clarity a sense – closer to mastery? His-feet shuffled back to standing composure resettled. Taking a breathing; believing unlikely with an exhaled-sigh. Yet his prismatic, fluttering inner-guide hadn’t steered him wrong. He’d boldly walk to this next-seek. Unknowingly that the perceived ‘inadequate’ heart-thrumming inside him, would be contested against warring deathly drums written; in scarlet-destiny. Whole barbarous Isle with a purely-dominating Nation of blood-thirsty predators, eating upon the world’s core effortlessly once again reawakened, stirring up on his beloved-seas, their appetite gluttonously, insatiable, devours in power, ruthless savages.

Collision tides were inevitably forecast to meet; in forces of two, Gorey seas of crimson-bloody murky polluted waters versus unfiltered gilded-gold with an illuminating sun-ray, overhead reflecting the tiniest semblance of hope, that encouraged invitation to waters.

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Title: FFXIV Write 2023 - 5. Barbarous Characters: Y'shtola Rhul Rating: Teen Summary: Y'shtola's finding her first adventures in and around Limsa Lominsa to be very frustrating, but her companion may help remind her of some perspective. Takes place in 1.0 Notes: None

Y'shtola was managing to keep her temper in check, but only just. This city had been a problem for her since she had shown up, and it had culminated in a failure that would have been embarrassing had it been to anyone besides an Ascian.

As it was, it still stung. And what stung most of all was it was all so avoidable.

"I must needs apologise for dragging you into this mess," she said to her adventurer companion.

He shrugged, giving her a carefree smile. "No need. I was happy to help. That's why I became an adventurer, after all. See the world. Help its peoples. Get accosted nearly from my first day and accused of stealing a firearm from the local military and have that dog my footsteps the entire time. You know. Adventurer business."

Y'shtola could not help but laugh at his levity, and he laughed as well. However, she sobered quickly, and turned to look out over Limsa Lominsa with a sigh.

"If only any of the fools we have tried to parlay with had thought to listen to something besides their own thirst for power."

"I think you're being too hard on them," the Hyur said gently.

"Am I?" asked Y'shtola. "Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. However the situation may seem, the facts are simple. The Ascians now have a powerful artifact at their disposal. And it did not have to be so. This city is barbarous, as are its inhabitants. The Admiral may think to dress it up in the finery of civilization, but I find it still a wretched hive of decrepit thieves each only invested in their own self interest and unwilling to entertain any wisdom that might steer their course to calmer waters if they think they have found profit in otherwise."

"I... uhm. Well."

Y'shtola turned on the man to see him rubbing the back of his head and looking off into the distance. She sighed.

"If you have counsel, I would hear it. I hold you apart from them, and your guidance may yet steer our course to fairer waters."

"Well, I just - you're mad because they wouldn't listen to you, but you're a stranger to them, right?"

"I am an Archon of Sharlayan. I would think the reputation of our learned people would reach even this shore."

"Well, maybe that's the problem, right? You're making a lot of assumptions about them. You act poorly towards them. But they're just people, right? People living their own lives, their own way. You gotta not just talk to them. You should listen, too. And maybe you shouldn't make assumptions about them."

Y'shtola frowned at him just a little bit, and tilted her head slightly, feeling her tail sway back and forth behind her.

"Say that last again."

"What? Uhm, I just meant to say, maybe you shouldn't assume what they know, you know? You know a lot, but they do too, and maybe you don't know what they know, but they don't know what you know. But... they're not dumb, you know."

Y'shtola crossed her arms and watched the man for a bit. He turned a bit red, and looked off to the side, seeming to her to be embarrassed.

Which was unfortunate. It was her who should have been embarrassed.

She allowed herself a quiet laugh. "Well. It is well Master Matoya cannot see this now. She would have a word or two to say about having to be taught the same lesson twice."

"...everything okay?"

"Everything is quite alright. And you are more right than you know," she said. "But for now, what's done is done. I once more apologise for bringing you into this mess... and thank you for your insights."

The man gave her a grin that she could only think of as dopey, and shook his head.

"Hey, just... you know, that's why I got into this business. To help people. I'm just happy to be doing that."

She smiled up at him, into his large blue eyes. If she strained her ears, she felt as though she might be fit to hear air aether whistling between them.

She could work with this, she decided. And she would. And she would stop underestimating people one of these days.

For now, though.

"And I shall be happy to be a part of your journey. But for now, it must needs take you elsewhere, and I should send you on your way."

She held a hand to her chest, and gave him a deep bow, a gesture which he attempted to awkwardly mimic.

"...and thank you too. For - for looking out after me. We'll meet again, you think?"

She nodded to him. "I am certain of it."

Quick sketch of Percy from @barbarous because I am her loyal simp 😳

Barbarous (Go check it out!)

LOOOOOL PEEEEEEEEERCYYYYYYYYY!!!! GIRL!!!

But also the look of guilt paired with the possessive “their”? :3c (Also the panel itself and the emphasis on Leed’s shirt >:3c)

Is he your man, Perce? >>:3c