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What I’ve been up to? lol
Here’s the dress again by Vina of the Valley
I’m super excited. I took measurements and I was in the pocket of a large. Since I’m still losing weight, I should be fine. But I’m worried but dresses are more forgiving as far as fit goes.
But I’ve recently lost an inch or so off of me, BUT no weight. My boobs are gonna make or break it but I think it’ll be fine!
It was $180 then after shipping about $200-220, which I budgeted for.
Hopefully I can post some sewing progress soon! 😊
Also, I’ll be editing my art videos again so stay tuned for posts on that! Yay!
Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!!!!
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I saw these moon stickers and pin and had to get them because I love the colors on them. Plus, they were moon theme and I love the moon…so yeah.
Also, I'm sorry. I kept saying Craftmyart instead of Craftmyartwork. I did realize it was artwork until after filming.
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If I may ask, what class did you put Arabians into? Endurance capabilities, with maneuverability and speed. I can imagine that they probably wouldn't need massive wings, they're kinda the opposite of drafts, tiny bones, and aren't as thick
and also! Are there mini pegasus? All I can picture is a little shetland with wings lol
sorry to bother but I've been thinking about this concept even before I found ur blog and ur art is SO COOL
Hi! Thank you :)
I usually put Arabian horses in the longwing class. Their delicate bodies paired with long, long wings make them excelling long-haul and endurance pegasi.
And yes there are mini pegasi!
I was pretty sure I had more drawings of minis, but looks like I'll have to do more, including a shetland.
~ Larn
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WanderingSims Fave CC - Office/Study Pt. 2 List
1, 13, 15 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Pierism The Office Mini Kit (iSimac, Chair, Printer)
2 - breadcrumbssims3 - Cosy Academia Desk
3 - Kale House - 4t3 MXIMS Apple Mac Book Pro 15
4 - Simply Imaginary People - 4t3 MXIMS Ikea Norrasen Desk
5 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kawaii Gamer Desktop
6 - Metisse - 4t3 LeoSims Besta Desk
7 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 PsychicPeanutKitty December Clutter Pencil Holder
8-9 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 ddaengsims Office Supplies Set Stationary Tray & Copic Marker Box
10-11 - Julietsimscc - 4t3 ddaengsims Instax Mini 9 Polaroid Camera & Polaroids
12, 18-20 - Onyx - Atencio Set (Wall Shelf, Narrow Cupboard with Single Door, Narrow Cupboard with Two Doors, Narrow Cupboard with Four Drawers) (TSR)
14 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Sims-KKB Interior Props 4 Book Case
16-17 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Simbishy Cute Stationary Set Part 1 Post Its & Papers
21, 24 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 pqSim4 Study Space Shelves & Grid
22-23, 25-26 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 pqSim4 Stationary Haul Set (Tombow Box, Stabilo Highlighters, Transparent Organizer, Notebook With Pens)
27 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Kawaii Study Calendar
28 - Martassimsbook - 4t3 Soloriya Art Studio Wall Deco Brushes
29 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Heartpop Set Acoustic Guitar
30-32, 34 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Study Room Set (Mood Shelf, Pencil Holder, Flower Clock, Work Hard Shelf)
33 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Drawing Table
35 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Mini Organizers
36 - HydrangeaChainsaw - Organizer
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If Finnick had survived I genuinely think he and Annie would have had 4 kids, maybe 5 if she was blessed with twins.
If any of y'all have read my fics the firstborn in my head is always called Caspian - a little boy who is the spitting image of Finnick. I headcanon that Caspian is very sensitive and very sweet, especially considering that both Finnick and Annie are very considerate due to their respective traumas. Caspian would be a proper little gentleman.
Their second born would be a little girl in my mind, called Magdalene. In my universe it serves to honour both Mags and Magdalene who was Finnick's tribute partner and saved his life. She'd be the spitting image of Annie, just two lil mini me's. In my head Magdalene would be very artsy and very intelligent, probably very skilled with a paintbrush. She'd love her Uncle Peeta, who teaches her everything she needs to know about art and painting.
Their third born would be another little girl, named Nahla. She'd have Annie's eyes and Finnick's hair, and I reckon she'd be a proper spitfire. Probably learned how to hunt with Auntie Katniss, and then proceeded to bully her dad with Auntie Johanna until he taught her how to spearfish. Also she probably bullies her dad with Auntie Johanna just because it's fun. I could see Nahla always getting in trouble for starting fights at school, but it's almost always in defence of some bullying victim so Finnick and Annie aren't too concerned. A proper scrapper, though. And a bit of a prankster.
If they had twins (which they would be over the moon for, even if they hadn't planned for 5 kids), they'd probably be a little girl and a little boy. They'd be called Tallulah and Nen respectively, Tallulah making it out just before Nen and she'd tease him relentlessly for it. Nen would have Annie's hair, fiery red and straight as a doorknob, while Tallulah would have Finnick's bronze curls. Tallulah would be very attached to Finnick, learning how to weave rope and fish and begging to go on the barges with him to haul fish in, while Nen would be clinging onto Annie, learning how to knit and bake and all sorts. The two of them would also be very attached to Uncle Haymitch and Auntie Effie, listening to tales the two of them tell in front of the fireplace when they visit 12. They even subconsciously emulate them, bickering constantly.
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Mini Dungeon: In too Deep
After dicing with a gold-toothed traveller at the local alehouse (or rummaging through his neglected pack) the party find themselves in possession of a treasure map covered in notations which points them in the direction of a disused mine someways outside of town and a haul of bandit treasure resting somewhere at its bottom. Half way through their delve the party realize the layout of the mine has changed and that the entrance is nowhere to be seen. In a peal of scribbled laughter the map rewrites itself, welcoming them to the underdark and offering a few riddles that may contain hints on how they might escape.
As it turns out, Garl Glittergold, god of mines and hardwon fortunes has taken a shine to the party and their antics and has decided to deliver them a test. If they're lucky, steadfast, and above all clever they should be able to make it back home and earn the gods favour in their future adventures. The map may take them on a short jaunt through the depths, into the face of an emerging crisis, or upriver to a foreign port whereupon they must make their own way back.
Maybe they'll even make some friends along the way.
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#underdark#garl glittergold#tavern#random encounter#portals#mine#cave#low level#dnd#d&d#dungeon#dungeons and dragons#dungeon delve#mid level
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MEET THE DISPATCHER
The Dispatcher is the RED Team's 10th mercenary who exists outside the boundaries of being an offense/defense/support class. Real name "Naima Les" (lit: Nameless) and uses she/he/they pronouns.
His main stock item is a briefcase, giving him a topographic map and her teammate's locations, who she can aid through missile strikes, traps, or air supply drops.
Used to bureaucratic jungles, tax write-offs, and the occasional contract killing for a shady yet powerful firm, Dispatcher has to swallow their arrogance and learn how to fight alongside the team after a sudden transfer.
(more art and weapon ideas below! warning. p long.)
Dispatcher's stock kit (125 HP, 93% speed, weapon and PDA keybinds similar to Spy/Engineer's):
(PDA) Briefcase:
- Includes topographic map/sensors of teammates (coordinate interaction), touch-tone phone to communicate (Scout’s headset now has a reason to exist). Connected to TF Industries satellite, has automated air support, and [SPOILERS].
- Takes medium set-up time and hauling open briefcase slows speed to 85%.
Air strike (Offense)
- Calls upon a drone from the air to strike general location of enemy based on teammate’s vision (think spectating when waiting to respawn). Not suited for high speed fights; missile has timer to land. Functions similarly to Soldier’s/Demo’s explosions. Low ammo count.
Stock Missile: A ballistic missile. The missile knows where it is at all times. Base: 90 / Crit: 270.
Sugar Glider: Free-fall bomb. Always Mini-crits, but less precise - easier to damage teammates.
Artillery Battery: Smaller missiles rain down in a group. Splash damage, faster reload/higher ammo count.
Precision-Guided Munition: Guaranteed to not hit teammates. -50% damage and no crits.
Stun traps (Defense)
- Drops stun traps to slow enemies down in hot spots (think Control Points/Payload). Functions similar to Primary taser. Can be changed for caltrops (bleeding damage) or something else, I dunno.
Air supply (Support)
- Basically interpretation of med kits/ammo on the ground. Canon cool down and wait to replenish teammate’s health/ammo/metal from afar - no biggie.
(Primary) Modified taser gun:
- Stuns enemy on impact, needs numerous shots to kill. Base: 40 damage.
2. (Secondary) Med kit: (veterinarian) (for animals) (dogs. mutts)
- Lore wise, meant for animals. Not as good as air supply health kit, but no drop time. Functions similarly to Heavy’s Sandvich.
(Melee) Swiss Army Knife / Knife of All Trades (KOAT):
- Weak in itself (30 damage) but can cause bleeding damage. If hitting teammate, temporarily buffs their primary weapon.
just some potential weapons for him! i'm more of a visual concept designer so their kit might be pretty op or underpowered, but the general basis is nerfed speed (in everything) and attack for whole-map range tradeoff. potentially a similar playstyle as engie (with a whole chilling in a lawn chair taunt), though in an alternate universe there could be a loadout for a battle!patches. i GUESS in actuality she would be counted as support, but i didn't want to ruin the 3x3 style.
anyways. she's the star of a canon/oc fic i have. tootles now.
#tf2 oc#tf2 10th class#10th class oc#dispatcher#tf2#tf2 fanart#team fortress 2#🚐 art#frontiersmen#finally. the accumulation of months long autism. and still going strong#my petit choufleur. my mama mia. my silly billy.#concept art#tf2 concept art#weapon concept
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Mini-fic: Kang POV of injury tending
(for @godamnarmsrace who basically ghost wrote this in a voice message)
No matter how hard he concentrates, Kang’s hand shakes, making the qtip jerk at an awkward angle, hitting against the angry red wound on Sailom’s knee. He hears Sailom suck in a sharp breath, swearing.
Kang can’t stand to look at him. He has to keep his eyes downcast, focused on the task at hand so that he bear to keep going. This cut is his fault — a glaring reminder of his failure to protect Sailom. If he’d been watching more closely, faster to arrive, Sailom never would have gotten hurt in the first place.
Even as Kang manages to steady his hand, Sailom jerks away with another sound of protest. “Ouch!”
“Be still,” Kang tells him. He barely recognizes his own voice, it comes out so gentle.
Without consciously deciding to, he reaches forward, grasping Sailom by the thigh to haul him close again. Sailom’s bare skin is warm and soft under his touch. Kang abruptly remembers another day, what feels like years ago now — Sailom’s skin so hot under his palm in the art classroom. Of Sailom, laying feverish on his tiny, rickety sofa, clasping Kang by the arm. It’s a good reminder that if he doesn’t do his job now, this wound could get infected.
There’s too much distance between them already. If Sailom gets sick again, Kang might not be able to help him this time. He might not even know. At least not until it’s too late.
His breath catches at the thought. He can’t stop himself from finally glancing up then, taking in the sight of Sailom in front of him, glaring at him, full of life. That fierce look settles something in him even as he has to look away again, terrified of what his own face might be doing. Right now this task is the only thing that matters. He has to do this right — for Sailom. To be extra safe, he dabs on an additional coat of the antibiotic before he makes himself release the gentle grip he has on the side of Sailom’s leg.
((Want your own mini fic? Show me proof that you submitted a question or feedback to the Dangerous Romance Celebration hosted by @criticallyobs before midnight on Thursday and I’ll tackle the Kang/Sailom prompt of your choosing))
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I did some thrifting today, got some stuff for the apartment (now that my sibling has moved out I can decorate it HOWEVER I like!! It will be depressing as shit living fully alone for the first time but I'm gonna do my best to make it my own, add color and life. I'm gonna collect art, pink/grey/lilac (basically all my fav colored) stuff, fill the shelves with CUTE MUGS and TEA
Most noteably I got 25 ENTIRE CHOCOLATE BARS for $15 (their expiration date was Dec 2024 and all were unopened, guessing it was overstock), an adorable glass heart-shaped dish thingy to put some body powder and a puff in so I can feel like a vintage diva, this cuteass like vintage milk jug thingy?? Gonna put flowers in it! Also a jewelry box ima paint pink, also also the cutest fuckin picture frame with a toy bear going to sleep??? GOOD HAUL just had to get that outta my system, I mcfucking love thrift stores
Edit: also saw a Foxie plush and had a mini heart attack
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Grounded
Word Count: 3k
F/Os: Angor Rot (platonic)
Summary: Wherein there is a small magic lesson and a crisis of conviction.
art tag crew: @bugsband @rexscanonwife @chimerakisses @faerie-circle-ships @carbo-ships
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For the bare basic living quarters I’d expected when I first made land in Arcadia, this apartment wasn’t actually too bad. It had a whole mini-kitchen that blended into the dining room aka my study space, which made it a lot harder not to deny myself things like scrambled eggs or a grilled cheese toastie when I was goddamn exhausted with trying to read through Trollish texts on some magic stones or history of the Trollhunter. Something-something knowing your enemy to best weaken them, Strickler had said. I hadn’t been paying that much attention up until he’d shoved the books into my arms.
Considering how the Janus Order had specifically told me I needed to keep an eye on Strickler, and that Strickler was consistently intent on dropping something extra on me to keep me away from whatever he was working on alongside the whole ‘kill the Trollhunter’ business, I felt like the study sessions were intentional.
It wasn’t fun. Not in the slightest. Even when it came to finding parts of the text that tied into magic, it could become truly agonising in the process. Spending hours stuck in one room grinding through maybe two books at a time.
However Angor had come to realise that if he skipped on duties regarding directly stalking the Trollhunter to hunker down in my apartment and join me in my study sessions ‘in order to assist with the overall goal’, then it really, really pissed off Strickler.
At least it meant I wasn’t alone.
While most of Angor’s lessons required me to be outside (due to the inevitable surrounding damage and because getting thrown against a tree is miles more comfortable from being thrown against a wall), a little could still be done in the apartment. He’d had centuries to hone his magic, fine-tuning it to what he wanted - hunting, tracking, paralysis, manipulation. I was still in the process of trying to form my magic into goals, into tools. What I wanted from it hadn’t mattered until Angor had pulled me out of the dirt once too often and told me the necessity. Which then lead through to the core magic lessons.
According to the older books, wizards and witches normally used staffs or other foci to cast their spells. It was like formulating code - you decided your goal, adjusted the parameters of the world around you, and set the spell into motion. I did not have the comfort of a focus. It was a major part of why my magic could be so sporadic and volatile - curses shattered the moment my concentration wavered, if I created a weapon to fight with it could easily fall apart under too much stress.
But I did have a teacher who didn’t need a focus himself. Angor didn’t talk about the how or why, only the what and who. What did I want. Who was I aiming at. The only ‘how’ was ‘how quickly can I get this done’.
What did I want?
I wanted to go home.
Jerking awake abruptly, the ache of sleeping in a chair promptly hit my back muscles and legs. I blinked away the last dregs of the surprise nap, grimacing and hauling off the table to stretch myself out. Multiple pops echoed in the otherwise empty apartment. Delightful.
My most recent book lay open in front of me, partially haloed by pages of notes from this book and others, plus a bare basics Trollish translation cheat sheet. Most of the paper was now crinkled by the ghost imprint of my face. Across the rest of the table was the unwashed plate from a lunch or breakfast meal, a sad and cold half-drunk mug of tea, and an eyeball -
Oh. Bastard.
I leaned my chin on my hand, squinting at the obsidian eyeball.
“Good morning to you too,” I grumbled. The sun outside said that it was pushing into late evening. That counted as morning from trolls, I assumed. Like vampires. But then again Angor had his own shadow umbrella so he didn’t take as much caution towards the daytime.
The eyeball rolled further across the table, hopping onto the open book. Somehow it managed to look down and then back up in disdain. It didn’t have a face, but I knew Angor far, far too well already now. This was definitely a disdainful eye roll.
“Thank you for that enthusiasm,” I replied. Getting out of my chair was much harder than it should have been, as my legs remembered about blood flow and I stumbled to hold my balance. But after a mere second of embarrassment, I started the process of flipping through the kitchen cupboards to try and figure out what I’d be putting together for dinner tonight. It turned out even if you did sleep through your entire study session you still needed to eat food afterwards.
“Lessons or work tonight?” I asked the eyeball, glancing back over my shoulder. The eyeball rolled left and then right, before spinning around in a full circle. “...Yeah, I don’t know why I asked either. One hop for yes, two hops of no?”
“No.”
I flinched hard. Mistake. Turning quick with the thoughts of ‘shield’ on my mind, the shadows buckled and broke immediately when struck by stone claws. Angor crowded me, crammed down and partially crouched from the lower ceiling, leaving me squeezed against the kitchen countertop. For a moment my half-drawn breath rolled off stone, his eye matching mine and taking up the rest of the world.
Then his claw tip pressed into my forehead.
“Faster,” he commented, taking two steps back into the apartment space. My lungs released, along with the rest of my muscles, and I just about kept myself upright by bracing on the worktop.
“Asshole.”
“You will improve, or you’ll die. And you haven’t died yet, witchling,” Angor replied. After some consideration, he dropped down into a seat on the floor, hidden from the remaining rays of the sunset but unable to hide from their amber glow reflections. His eyeball rolled back to his open palm to be slotted into its proper place.
“Yeah, the court is out on whether you’ll kill me, either by hand or by heart attack, or whether Strickler’s plan to kill me by boredom gets me first,” I grumbled back.
“I am compelled to not kill you, for the time being.”
“You sure like to test the limits on that compulsion, don’t you?” I paused in my rummaging when I didn’t hear a reply. Angor’s grin met me in the middle of the room, a mixture of amused and hungry that slowly slid into a low grating laugh.
With mutterings of how reassuring he could be bouncing around, I returned to my first task.
“Question remains though, is it a lesson night or a working night?” I asked.
“The boy grows close to discovering one of the Triumbric Stones. We will need to learn what he has gathered and where he intends to go,” Angor replied. “I doubt it will be much work, but it will be a matter of…practical teaching, if you so desire.”
Making a small noise of understanding, I made a move for the ‘fast and easy to eat’ area of the kitchen. No point dilly-dallying over omelettes and peppers if we were going to be out the window once the sun was gone. Angor’s gaze remained on me, the cold prickling sensation finding a hold in between my shoulders.
He once described my presence as warm water. At the time I thought it was purely in the disgusting manner, but after time with him, and time reading about history, perhaps it could be better. Less revolting, with exposure.
He certainly seemed less cold sometimes, although that was a push.
Water in the pot began to bubble at the edges, a bath to drop an egg into and wait for the minutes to tick by. As much as I didn’t shy away from the cold on my back, I did chance a couple of looks back over to Angor. His hands held the Shadowstaff loosely, the metal and stone refusing to reflect any light in the room. A focus of the Pale Lady, but Angor didn’t channel magic through it, only utilising its shadow rending to get from point A to point B. A different witch could do great or terrible things with it.
I would not.
“Have you been practising?” Angor asked, catching my gaze and holding it.
“I - yeah, a little. I just - can we go over it when I’m not trying to juggle food?”
“Any moment can be a lesson when you are practising magic. Especially…” Angor trailed off as my phone abruptly pinged with a timer, I hastily scooped the egg out the pot to plop in another bowl, and then started pouring the hot water into my dinner.
“...What?”
“What are you doing?”
“My dinner! It’s very modern, Japanese fusion cuisine, all the kids love it. Tons of flavour, with added protein to boot.”
The silence was a distinctly flat sense of disbelief.
“It’s pot noodles with an egg on top. Look, I'll let you eat the pot afterwards if you want.”
Angor’s brow wrinkled inwards in disgust as I waved the pot in his direction. Shrugging in return, I set about the quick dinner with a fork and gusto.
“Disgusting.”
“You guys eat cats! And socks! I refuse to allow eating judgement in this house,” I snarked back through a mouthful of yolk and noodle.
That earned a very sharp scoff, Angor somehow managing to look even more disgusted at such things.
“That is simply the junk which trolls scrounge for now in your era,” he commented, his scowl sharpening his words. “In my time, we had far richer delicacies to hand than….socks. Deep cave mushrooms, rabbits, fresh veins of ore.”
“Human?” It wasn’t fair of me, and the regret raced in after the words escaped. I hunched my shoulders and prepared for the venomous or snapping response.
There was none.
Instead Angor’s face went rather empty for a moment. His gaze flickered away, falling back through memories. Slowly regret gathered in the corners of his mouth, a bitterness that pulled his grimace back into place.
“Never humans,” he replied. “Not hunting them was a kindness they never understood.”
That was more than a little unexpected. My shoulders slumped, the responses I’d prepared failing me. Quietly I scraped the cardboard insides of the pot in my hands, wracking my thoughts for something to say to break the morose weight that had settled in the room.
“It’d be fun to have rabbit some time,” I mumbled. Surprise caught Angor off-guard once again, but his composure returned much faster, a wry smirk coming free.
“Perhaps your lessons will show more promise if I teach you to hunt smaller game than trollhunters,” he chuckled. “It would be amusing watching you stumble around the woods in attempt to snare a bird or hare.” It was already a fun past-time for Angor watch Avalon struggling with the lack of light in most places. Hunting in the dark, the best time to catch prey unawares, would test them fairly. If hilariously.
“It’d beat pot noodles at least.”
“Anyone would heartily agree to that.”
“Okay. Okay. Look, it’s empty.” I waved the noodle pot in his face, earning not even a flinch but a blank disregard. “We don’t have to talk about that anymore.”
“And you can stop dodging my earlier question.”
Fuck.
Mirth could be so easily obtained with the witchling, Angor reckoned to himself. Try as they might to hold defences up, Avalon left too many open holes to reach through and prod and tug. That human weakness had dragged them here and dropped them at Angor’s feet. If he were to teach them well, he’d keep finding every other crack and either they would need to shore themselves or else they’d break apart.
A part of him didn’t want them to shatter though. If not just to take the fun out of a long game. So he’d keep teaching despite the flaws.
My face remained wrinkled in the cloying distaste of being caught out for a few seconds more before I exhaled a slow sigh, trying to ground myself. Time was short, however long until Angor decided it was time for us to leave. I’d need to do this right.
Magic bubbled at my fingertips. Angor’s instructions sat at the back of my head. What do I want? What carried me forward? Where was my conviction?
Angor watched in silence as shadows coalesced in Avalon’s palm. At first they were shapeless, barely a trick of the fading light. They rose and fell, then began to spread, forming a skeleton of a shape. A simple and efficient knife becoming more real with the passing seconds. It was a good weapon, to be approved of. The simplicity was apt for a beginner, the blade would be useful should they come to a fight. It would save them from their reluctance to kill. Given enough time, they would change, Angor knew that well enough. So he’d teach them enough to survive, in the short weeks before he finally got rid of the Trollhunter, and that would be all.
One eye cracked open. First I saw the knife, held together by shadow and the faint gleam of green, and I had to resist the urge to grin excitedly. Breaking my focus could untether the tool completely. Then I looked to Angor.
What did I want?
The green light fractured and overtook the blade, a thin line of metal becoming thick and rough and stone. Even while still simple, there were enough details to make it identifiable. But beyond that, it was heavy. It was solid. When gravity tugged it into my grasp and I had to grab it to keep it upright it didn’t fall apart without my concentration to hold it in one.
Stoic walls cracked at the edges as Angor squinted. His hand drifted to his belt, touching the handle of his own dagger, just for a moment. Avalon had succeeded, quite succinctly too. Their practice was paying off well. And yet the manifestation seemed…unwieldy. Surprise was too clear on their face. The way the dagger had formed had been unexpected but promising. And the similarities were far too uncanny to be ignored.
Would he call them out? Would he stay quiet?
Teeth ground together as Angor’s eyes narrowed. Despite everything, his influence was digging in faster than he’d planned. But it…wasn’t bad. A good knife would protect them better. Would dig deeper.
“A fine choice of blade,” he commented, a bare air of smugness encroaching his words despite the glower.
“I-I didn’t..” My words collapsed together, stammering over themselves. I knew the knife too well myself, I’d gotten to view it up close and personal enough times. The weight was lighter than the original, easier for my own hand. And it was still here, despite my thoughts going in every direction.
“But you have.” Angor drew himself up, not to full height but enough to be looming as he stepped closer. The Skathe-Hrün unfolded from its handle, almost my height and certainly jabbing a little close to my eyes for my own comfort. Instinctively I batted it backwards with the back of my magic knife, and even the gentle stone-on-stone tink drew toothy amusement from Angor.
It was like watching a small fox cub bat at a dead rabbit that its mother had brought to the den.
“You are becoming better at grounding yourself. It will be far more important the further you progress in learning magic,” he continued. “By far more important to keep yourself in the moment when you are in a fight.”
“For sure,” I agreed, quiet and nervous. That would have to be the main teaching point - whether the knife would stay for long enough with Angor or an actual enemy bearing down on me.
“You considered the questions I asked of you? What is it you want?” he asked.
The answer was there. I looked to the knife, then back up to Angor.
“Home,” I replied. “What do you want?”
You didn’t need a soul to experience the ache of loss. Angor’s grin faded rapidly, turning cold as the stone of his body. Even his eyes seemed to lose the golden glow.
“Something that I lost a long time ago,” he growled back. “That means little with my experience. You are the student here, you have far more to overcome and therefore you are the one who must focus on such thoughts.” Every ‘you’ was punctuated with a tap of the Skathe-Hrün to my chest, just enough to get the point across.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” I muttered quickly.
“The knife is a small tool. I will expect you to conjure something greater and stronger the next time I have you practise this skill.”
The conversation was done. Angor huffed out a growling breath before glancing to the windows. The sun was almost gone, the light a weak yellow streaking the ceiling of this box. By himself, he knew he would be able to travel unimpeded. With Avalon, the Shadow Realm made for a more reliable passageway. Turning to the wall instead, Angor pushed his focus into the staff, the location on the other clear in his mind.
What did he want?
Silence. He continued to stare into the wall, staff raised. I shifted my feet together, finally releasing the blade from my hand and my focus. The shadows fell apart before it could fall far from my grasp.
“Angor?”
There was a blink, and then his eyes were back on me. Lips curled, curved fangs bared, before he gestured with the Shadowstaff again more insistently and the air collapsed in on itself. The void was numbing, both to witness and stand close by to. I took a step towards it, only to be blocked by Angor’s hand.
“Don’t let go,” he growled.
“Of course,” I replied in low deadpan. My hand gripped onto his palm as best it could, while his claws dug into the sleeve of my coat. And then the apartment was quiet and empty, a table covered in notes and a book spread open on the history of Trollkind. A trident emblem painted onto the paper.
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Just got back from PopCon Indy 2023, this was the haul I got. It was the first con I’ve been to since the pandemic and it was little brother’s first time to PopCon (which he almost didn’t go since he got hurt in a car accident 2 days ago), also saw the Completionist at a panel. The Lumity print is cute tho’ outdated since it’s Owlbert and not Stringbean. Apparently I was the first person that day to get that Shantae print and I had to get it since I gotta support that half-genie cutie. Princess Tutu art is always a must. Now that I’m pretty much done with the Pokémon part of my Pokédex, now I’m trying to get NPCs…unfortunately there’s some “waifu” cards that r WAY too pricey for now. 2 mini-Dakis of Loona and Shantae are the weird purchase for this con, lol. Got 2 new dice set for a maybe upcoming game of Curse of Strahd that my co-workers will be playing at some point. I couldn’t decide on which idol group to get so I got all 3.
Even tho’ I didn’t get as much art as I wanted, it was still a fun time. Hopefully one day I’ll b confident with my art (after a lot of improvement) that I could have a booth (…like that’ll ever happen)
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Prelude of Ruin p2: Bind [FNAF, Renegade AU]
https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Prelude-of-Ruin-p2-Bind-FNAF-Renegade-AU-1008934480
Published: Jan 7 2024
For prelude of ruin, I've opted to continue it as a comic. Instead of just page numbers, the pages will also have names.
Page 1 was Ambush.
Our infiltrating trio were beat in the ambush and Cheryl used her darts to knock Gregory and Sylvia out cold long enough for her to haul them off to lost and found. Cheryl's plan is swiftly thwarted when one of the mini music men show up to release the duo from thier current bind.
Also Sylvia now wants to absolutely deck Cheryl straight in her stupid teeth. Ideally using a crowbar.
Will I go into the war between the mini music men factions here? No. Just know that you get to be as aware of the intricacies of these robots interpersonal issues as Gregory is. Also Mini is the last surviving uncorrupted mini music man so enjoy potential angst (the virus that made the Glamrock act up SPREAD through those guys).
Page 1: Ambush
#2024#art#artwork#fnaf#FNAF Renegade AU: Prelude of Ruin#fnaf au#renegade au#fnaf renegade au#renegade au guards#fnaf fanart#fnaf gregory#fnaf vanessa#vanessa fnaf#fnaf cheryl m
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MELBNOVA MINI HAUL! I was only there for the last hour and a half of Sunday and I ended up snagging way more stuff than I thought I would and I had such a lovely time talking to artists!!
Immense shoutout to my friend Jenny who I have not seen in far too long, and it was a delight catching up. I traded some art with her and got the phenomenal Furby print, and she drew a very long very fucked up furby on the back for me - as well as the sweetest, kindest note. Screaming, crying, throwing up. Thank you Jenny I'm not over this. This was so fucking nice of you.
#not my art#shy talks#she said that I was a big inspiration for her to get into horror art back in the day and ive been so fucking emotional about that#like holy SHIT#and she's AMAZING and has been making the most superb horror art the last few years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#trying to convince her to return to tumblr cause she likes resident evil#and fucked up infected Leon so yknow we gotta get her to join the gang#anyway PLEASE follow her on instagram she is so lovely
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I went to an anime & cosplay convention last Saturday and did a mini ORV & LCF haul 😍🤩💖 I didn't expect to see ORV & LCF fan arts in the event at all (because most merch I saw are either genshin or spy x family or other popular games & anime) so I was really happy to see these and tried to buy what I can~
Here are the artists who made these amazing prints and stickers, do follow them if you like!
@/waffletop_
@/champourado
@banacotta
@/oyatsuun
#orv#omniscient reader’s viewpoint#omniscient reader#tcf#lcf#trash of the count's family#lout of count's family
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i feel like ur the right person to ask so advice on how to feel like ur selfship is valid? idk every time i see a big blog shipping with my fave i’m like well shit it’s them > me u know? cause they have everyone supporting it and i’m just me and stuff idkidkidk maybe i’m just mentally ill
hmmm so i think what makes it easiest for me is remembering that my friends, mutuals, other people's self ships exist completely separately from my own. this is my mini universe i've created, i'm the controller, i make the rules and it doesn't make it any more or less valid than someone else's universe but this is running parallel to theirs rather than it being something that has any overlap whatsoever.
the only person who can truly decide how valid it is is you, love. it's easy to get caught up in insecurity, feeling weird about it, feeling vulnerable bc self shipping is a deeply personal experience and you aren't wrong for feeling that way! god knows i have my days where im like "what if i burned all of my fictional universes down???" bc yeah. we're only human! nobody is perfect!
support matters and goes a long way of course so my second piece of advice is self ship with friends. make them part of your universe, let them uplift you and make you feel more secure in it bc it really does help. like my friends have hauled me out of some god damn ditches i'll tell you that much and i'm grateful for it because it makes the entire experience that much more human and great to share.
but yeah i hope you start to feel better soon <333 just remember you are the artist and you decide what goes on the canvas at the end of the day. doesn't mean your art is any less special or beautiful.
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Does or Can (as in shes able to) your Scavenger wag her tail?
I made an impulsive decision to make my OG continuity Scavenger a mini excavator (Kubota K008-3 Mini Excavator).
I don’t have anything else to say, I just really like your designs and art :)
I actually have 1 more ask. What’s the height difference between Long Haul and Scrapper (not shipping)? For no reason, without other figures, I am unable to gauge the differences in height charts properly. (Context: when you answered that Scrapper is the shortest with the height chart of the other Constructicons; Scrapper is literally at Long Haul’s knee for me)
sorry for saying so much!
Thank you for the ask omg! No need to be sorry about it being long. I like questions!
Scavenger does indeed wag! I haven’t picked a specific model of alt mode for her, but she’s pretty small. To me. Mini excavator sounds so cool for yours great idea!
Also yeah! Scrapper does only about reach Long Haul’s knee. I would need to make a more precise height chart to be more specific though. Thanks so much for the compliments and the questions omg :D !
#ask#transformers#transformers fanart#maccadam#scavenger#long haul#scrapper#mixmaster#constructicons#decepticons
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