Mermay Day 1: "Sealed" Siblings (they aren't actually seals)
official prompts? haha what are those. I'm using this whole month as an excuse to draw my faves as fish people
meant to post these yesterday but I didn't get them finished in time, I made the schedule the day before the month started and really did not think it through. also meant to go over the lines to make them more visible but that was taking a while (and I would have had to rush the drawings I was meant to do today which still aren't finished) so I gave up after I finished Ghost and B.V. which is why Hollow looks really faded, but oh well
anyway enjoy my doodles and hopefully I'll have finished Quirrel and Tiso by the end of the day :v
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Wnes i gychwyn y radio heddi ar gyfer hwyl, dim rheswm, ac am ddewis! Ar Radio Wales, mae Huw Stephens, yn chwarae artistau newydd o Gymru (ac allan), maen nhw’n artistau alternative yn aml, fy hoff o gerddoriaeth! Ac ar Radio Cymru, mae Rhys Mwyn! Wnes i bostio postiau hir yn Saesneg am y sîn roc Gymraeg o'r 80au a 90au, sy'n creu'r 'sîn miwsig' modern, sy'n creu'r sîn pop culture o'r presennol. Wnaeth Rhys Mwyn rhan bwysig o'r sîn alternative ma! Wnaeth e yn y band Yr Anrhefn, band pync Gymraeg yn yr 80au, a wnaeth e greu'r label Anrhefn Records, label DIY. Wnaeth lawer o fandiau o'r 80au a 90au yn rhyddhau caneuon, EPau ac albwms ar Anrhefn.
Beth bynnag. Mae fe ar BBC radio Cymru nawr, ma fe'n cyflwyno rhaglen cerddoriaeth rheoliadd, a heddi mae fe'n sgwrsio am gerddoriaeth 00au. Wnes i gychwyn y sianel a wnaethon nhw weud am y sîn roc 90au: bandiau fel Super Furry Animals, Catatonia, Big Leaves a Sibrydion, y band ar ôl wnaeth Big Leaves ddiwedd, a hefyd, am y gyrfaoedd solo o ein aelodau. Ac yna mae Rhys Mwyn yn chwarae Ymaelodi Â'r Ymylon o'r albwm Mwng gan SFA (albwm alt roc Gymraeg dylanwadol iawn!)
Fel wnes i ddweud: am ddewis!
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✨ FIND THE WORD TAG 🔍
@the-void-writes tagged me for this round! my words were red, sun, grand, and hold.
All excerpts from The Great Glavenisean Theater 🎭 so i’m using the taglist: @cabaretofwords, @sentfromwolves, @florraisons, @hysteriwah (ask if you want to be added!)
🔎 RED 🔍
“I don’t mean to sell you on that alone,” he replies, “Just think of it as a welcome on behalf of the city itself.” He casts me another curious glance, index finger toying along the wet edge of his glass. “You’ve really never heard of it? The Glavenisean Theater? It’s a dime among dull coins, a real emerald.”
His tone has fleshed out with pride, but for what? A local entertainment, his paramour among it? I’ve been to the theater before, in my childhood; the costumes admittedly drew me in more than any performance on the stage, skirts and pearl buttons and reversible jackets and even the red cloth of the curtains themselves, all left lingering on my mind like stamps on old letters.
“I promise,” Travis says, a sparkle in his eyes as though he’s reading my mind in this very moment, “on my mother, my honor, and my life, it’ll be nothing like you’ve ever seen before.”
🔎 SUN 🔍
“You��re going to love it, Morgan,” says our cousin, his grin a broad enamel thing as he drives us across the gleaming breadth of the plains, flat golden fields burnished as a penny beneath the sun. The skyscrapers rise in the distance, encroaching nearer and faster, silver monoliths like something planted by God or a man more fantastical. They look like something from a dream, I think, fresh with wonder, the planes racing by.
🔎 GRAND 🔍
The room inside is less grand than what I’ve seen of the theater so far, and seems to be removed from the backstage wings and dressing rooms. The walls are papered a lustrous olive green, the dark ceiling dominated by a brass chandelier, its arms strung through with ropes of pearls. The space is filling rapidly, a mixed drink of outside guests and cast and crew members, shedding residual costumes and coats as they drape themselves onto chaises and long lounge chairs, pulling a partner or two into their laps with laughter.
🔎 HOLD 🔍
“This is Morgan,” Seonghwa says, doing the gracious favor of unlatching himself a little from Travis’s starfish hold. “He’s our new seamster.”
“Is he now?” the woman says, as I begin to gabber immediately, shapeless words bumbling from my mouth in refute. Seonghwa winks at me, his entire presence sparkling, and I purse my lips a bit.
“Not yet,” I correct, and blush ruddy, pinching my brow. “No. I am—I am not. But I am a dressmaker.”
tagginggggg: @sentfromwolves (💝) @aninkwellofnectar, @baroquesse, @muddshadow, @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @magnus-s-writes, @cherrybombfangirlwrites, @orionalumn, and @brain-wanders
your words are: DARK, FACE, CURL, & NAILS
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