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#this took quite a while tho even tho it was supposed to be a sketch
kasirose · 2 years
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I used Malec as hand practice again lol
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ganondoodle · 1 year
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I only just found your fancomic and art now and I’m really curious as to where Farore, Nayru and Din fit in with your AU, and where Courage fits in with it all too; is the first Link/hero that Hylia chose supposed to be the reincarnation of Courage?
Well, you see, i kinda took the zelda lore and remixed it until it tasted good to me uwu
actual answer is i rewrote the lore .. or put it in a different context so it might be confusing at first and i dont know just how much into detail you want me to explain bc .. theres alot .. like ALOT
to sum it up rly shortly:
in my AU/comic the gods (here a rough sketch i did last time i redesigned them, tho this is only nayru, actually all three are one entity but also not, like three bodies melted together at the hips down)
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-each created a world, and once life started to thrive there they chose a mortal to call them to come to them, the gods then killed them and used the mortals spirit to create a deity, not mortal, but no god either, as their servant
"Courage" (not actually their name, just a word to call them since their language is long lost) is the first one to be created, but fails the purpose the gods had intended for them rather quickly; so they abandon them and flood the world until nothing but Courage survives, out of madness/desperation Courage then destroys the ancient statue of the gods and promptly discovers a path to another world through it
and that is the second world, in which "Demise" (also not his actual name) resides, he is the deity of that world and has so far succeeded, although not quite like the gods intended; he was told essentially the same prophecy we hear in the intro of skyward sword (invasion of a monster etc.) this monster is in this case Courage, who attacks Demise, who in turn seals Courage away quite easily, which isnt how the prophecy went, he was supposed to die, which makes him doubt the whole plan and starts intentionally delaying working further on it, so long in fact that Courage, now mishapen (similar to the imprisoned) and mindless, breaks free of the seal Demise then kills them, but loses one of his blade spirits in the fight (he used to have two here in my AU), now that the gods plan is not doable anymore (since Courage is dead) they abandon him and his world alot of stuff happens here, inclusing mortals turning to war, then against him, and him destroying his version of the triforce as he saw it as the source of the conflicts; but in the end his world dies a slow death by drought, just like Courage he destroys the ancient statue of the gods in his world and woop theres a path there
which is Hylias world, so, Demise is taken by wrath and grief as this world was allowed to thrive while his own died seeks to reach the the gods in revenge by all means necessarry but is quickly stopped by Hylia, who instead of sealing him like she was ordered to, spares his life, bc who she encountered was not what she was told, and wishes to know why that is, why the gods would lie to her
this is where the comic itself starts, the first encounter of her and demise is the first chapter :3
it is a theme that courage is very similar to link and demise to ganondorf (tho my hylia not that much to zelda hmmmm) but here it has no ACTUAL connection, and the triforce trio as we know in canon has no actual great lineage, no reincarnation, just mortals manipulated by the gods to make them do their bidding after all three deities revolted against being used as the gods puppets
as you can see, im very bad a summing anything up, i hope this didnt sound too lame or something, there is alot of thought and heart put into this story (i even have the background stories of each deity from before they were deities, even tho it doesnt come up in the comic) and i hope i will keep my motivation and passion for this giant project alive enough to get at least more than one chapter done (i have a bad track record of failed comics, im horribly afraid of abandoning this one too bc i put so much more work and love into it already, i guess it depends on the support from you guys how far i will be able to go qwq)
feel free to ask me anything about it, cant promise to respond right away but i cherish nice asks to a point that i dont want to post answers bc then its gone from my inbox lmao
anyway, its 3 am, goodnight and perhaps ... hopefully this gave you a rough idea of what im going for >o<
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kitkat-the-muffin · 11 months
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This took a while but it’s finally done!
I’m quite proud of how this turned out. Took me all week to design and draw the character, and took me all day to photoshop this Strife template (I don’t believe in downloading fonts)
Anyway, this is my Usersona for Cloutchase! Think of it as my new online presence (at least until I recolor it for future use)
I’ve put the full drawing, as well as further elaboration on the process, below the cut, and I recommend checking that out too!
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I did trace the og template a bit, but that’s cause I suck at drawing poses. The arms are entirely my own design though, so I’m kind of proud of that. The colors were color-picked from previous usersonas so I had a palette to work with
I struggled a lot with the outfit design, and that was mostly due to the limited colors at my disposal. I think it turned out alright, though, even if it didn’t all go according to my initial sketch. For example, I wanted a small ponytail but ended up with two long pigtails. They’re absolutely fabulous though, so I’m very happy with the end result. You can’t make something grand without scratching a few drafts first, after all. I plan to maybe use this design in the future for other things after I think of a new color scheme. My placeholder colors were magenta, purple, and teal!
I actually based the design off of several references from characters I like, or more specifically characters I want to cosplay some day. Those characters were Uzura from Princess Tutu, Sophia from Persona 5 Strikers, Strelitzia from Kingdom Hearts Union X, and Saki from Romantic Killer. All four of these characters also happen to be previous profile pictures of mine from Discord, so I guess that’s why I felt drawn to their designs when creating this new online persona, or “usersona” lol
I named her Muffy (she/her) cause that’s the nickname I’m trying to push for on Tumblr, especially after being called “Kitkat” or “Kat” for about 6 years now. It’s time for a change I suppose. The “McQueen” part is in relation to my blog title as a self proclaimed “shipping queen” but also I wanted to make a Cars joke. The Strife Specibus was a last minute decision, though. I was gonna go with yoyokind but then realized I ALWAYS use yoyokind as my default weapon and I don’t even know how to use yo-yos irl. So instead I decided to give my little chaos child the most dangerous weapon in America that isn’t a gun: pepper spray.
“Peprsprykind” is an actual modus from canon too, I saw it on the wiki hahah. Muffy only has one can but it’s full of GLITTER so she can ruin people’s lives and make them sparkle all at once! However, she does have some restraint of course, it’s only for when she’s feeling evil of vengeful heheheheh. I had a whole conversation with a friend about how choosing pepper spray seemed kind of boring to me at first, but maybe I can do something unique with it. Maybe use it on Amino and watch them swallow it like the ungodly demon they are, who knows?
Anyway, might post the progress video later if I feel like it. For now ima relax tho since this is my first actual drawing in a while that I’m actually proud of, and I’m tired from dedicating a week to it
I hope the @cloutchase team enjoys Muffy’s presence as much as I do
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seariii · 2 months
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I'm sorry things feel so overwhelming. I promise there's no being left behind! Everyone is doing everything at their own pace, no matter how it may look. You are right where you're supposed to be :)
While I'm here uhhhh can I hear about the girls kissing and holding hands!!!!
Hii lovely anon! Thank you... Yeah life is not a race and I really should chill about that heh... Thank you
About my girls, let's see... What can I tell you about them... Let me see if I have some old drawings! (After searching) okay some of this are bad but hey Seari was experimenting lmao
Infodump under the cut
Okay so, I was particularly thinking about this two girls, their names are... Well... I guess I should talk about context first
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(I did this quick sketches to explain lmao)
So, they are childhood friends (there is actually a third friend, it was a group of 3, but she has her own stuff going on). They are orphans, and well, grew up on an orphanage. The girl with the side ponytail arrived after an accident that took away her parents, and she, reasonably, was a crying mess and was badly depressed. The girl with the long hair kept insisting and insisting to look after her, to befriend her, and would pull her along on her silly adventures.... Actually I feel bad for not talking about the third one
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(old drawing) so, this is the 3
The girl with long hair is kinda... Hmm... Innovative let's say, and she loooooves nicknames, so she just calls herself A, and that's how the other two girls know her as, and a nickname that stuck the rest of their lives (her name is Arely). The side ponytail girl goes by M (Mimi), and the green haired girl is K (Karen).
A would always pull M along everywhere, and M is extremely grateful for that, she feels like she saved her. K was also dragged along and as much as she hated to admit it, she enjoyed the other 2's company.
K was serious and easy to anger, she had very little patience and would prefer to so stuff on her own instead of dealing with others, and used to be like that until one day after M's arrival she did something for her. She saw her struggling and without hesitation went and helped her. Later on M told A about this and A adopted her into the group, despite K's complaints.
Each of them have her own little details like how M loves to learn more about flowers, K collects different color laces and stickers, or A trying to come up with her own language.
Some more pictures
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But yeah, as they grew up, at some point they got separated, they went their own ways.
Even as an adult, M always missed the other two very much, she just wanted to see them again. She also noticed that whenever she thought about A she had a pain in her heart, but she wasn't sure what that was.
On her own life, A became a designer for a popular fashion magazine, while K is doing her own thing (quite literally has her own story, but she's some sort of wizard that helps to watch over the world).
One day because gay destiny, M and A finally cross paths again, they recognize each other instantly, despite how much they've changed. During the whole time they talked M kept feeling her heart beating loudly. They parted ways but not without exchanging their phone numbers.
They continued in contact after that, and at some point M noticed that she was badly in love with her childhood best friend, and as she started reflecting about it, she notices she had always felt this way about her and is like "I've loved her for all my life?!?" And gay panic lmao
A is REALLY DENSE and she's not gonna notice anything unless explicitly said, and even tho M is more confident, she still can't dare to do that and keeps trying to drop subtle hints. On the other hand, while A has less energy, she is still really affectionate and does some gay shit like placing her hand on M's cheek or playing with her hair, which absolutely kills M. Non functional lesbian lmao.
I don't really have a sexuality assigned to A, but the girl is obviously queer lmao. And I'm pretty sure she also likes M, but is unaware of it and just thinks it's because she loves her childhood best friend, will notice her type of love isn't the friendship kind when they meet up with K.
A: how weird... When I saw you I wanted to hug you
K: what?
A: yeah, when I saw M something in me wanted to kiss her, but when I saw you I just wanted to hug you
K: *looks at the non existent camera like "do you hear this shit"*
K: and why do you think that is
A: ... Maybe because you were always grumpy?
Poison: you're in love-
Poison is another character lmao but she's part of K's story. Anyways yeah
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Also, M has a framed picture of them together. My ginger girl is down bad and she needs to kiss her girlfriend lmao
But yeah that's them, the girls that need to kiss and hold hands
If anyone read all this, thank you, this are some of my gay babies and I love them very much
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messofhell · 2 years
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MITSUYA TAKASHI - IS THIS A DATE?
note: so, i was writing with borrowing their clothes in mind, but finally my inspiration took a different turn aaaand, that's what came out instead😂 also, not only did this literally take me all my brain juice to write, but it's sleepy writing so i'll see when i can actually post what i said i would because, right now, my brain's run out of inspiration and am soo tired >~< i'm so sorry if this makes no sense and sucks T-T (might edit this later, very big maybe tho)
chara(s): mitsuya
wn: none, just fluff again
MITSUYA TAKASHI
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Today was one of the rare days his mother was off-work so you two decided to stay at his place today for your date since she and his sisters went out. He was sitting by his desk, working on a design he didn't get the chance to finish at school and you were right behind him, backs touching as you read a manga you had snatched from his shelve. Save for both of your breathing, the tap tap tap noise of his pen tapping against the desk and the small giggles that came out of you every once in a while whenever you read something funny, you were both in a comfortable silence.
"....."
But as time passed, Mitsuya became a bit troubled, a small bead of sweat sliding down his face as he wondered if you could really call this a date. After all, he felt like this was no different than the times you stayed with him at school after club hours when he wasn't ready to call it quits with whatever he was working on that day. Though, if he had to name a few things that were different, it was probably your soft warmth on his back or the way your hair tickled his neck lightly whenever you laughed and moved. At school, while he wasn't one to shy away from pda, it was usually just holding hands or you laying your head on his shoulder while you ate lunch together. Yet, right now, even if you weren't really hugging, it still felt quite intimate and he would be a liar if he said it didn't make his cheeks flush slightly. Back to the problem at hand though, were you really okay with him sketching while you did something else? Wasn't a date supposed to be for the two of you to hang out and do something together? These worries in mind, he completely zoned out everything around him.
"Hm? Are you okay, Takashi-kun?"
He snapped out of his daze once he heard your voice and realized he completely stopped sketching. But, he probably would have to start over since he'd doodled on one of the sketches. When he turned his head to try to look at you and tell you he was alright he came face to face with yours, noses almost touching, causing him to widen his eyes in surprise.
"Wha-"
Some time while he was thinking, you had dropped the book to the ground to kneel and check what he was doing over his shoulder. But, unlike him, you were smiling innocently with a glint of genuine concern in your eyes. And here he thought of himself as someone who could stay calm in most situations, but right now, he was at loss. How embarrassing. He cleared his throat, hoping his cheeks weren't red right now and nodded.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just fine."
The way you smiled made it obvious you had no idea of the effect you had on him when you laid your chin on his shoulder, humming.
"That's good. You weren't answering when I called you the first time so I got worried..." you grinned, giggling as you motioned for the doodles on the sketch. "That's cute. You're okay, but distracted then?"
Maybe he was wrong, maybe you were more perceptive than he thought. For several minutes, neither of you said anything, but you waited patiently for him to answer, not urging him. Just like earlier, only both of your breathing could be heard, but it helped him relax. Having somewhat calmed down, he chuckled in turn and leaned his head against yours, exhaling.
"You're right, it's just... are you enjoying yourself right now? Aren't you bored? I'm not too good with this but, aren't dates supposed to be more... uh..." he stopped half-way through, not quite finding the words he was looking for.
But, thankfully, you seemed to understand what he meant since, as he tried to think of what he wanted to say exactly, your wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his cheek, halting his thoughts.
"I'm good. Just being with you always makes me happy." you then proceeded to play with the hem of his shirt absent-mindedly. "Dates is hanging out together, it's not like we have to do anything special."
But then it's not any different than just hanging out? he thought to himself, leaning back against you and your warmth, even more confused than he was at the beginning. Noticing his plight, you giggled and playfully poked his cheek with your nose, drawing a gasp out of him as he turned his focus back on you.
"You always overthink things too much. What I meant is, what makes a date a date is the fact I'm spending it with you. Because I love you and you're special to me. Did I phrase it better this time?"
Heart skipping a beat at how easily you told him you loved him, he shook his head in self-deprecation and snorted. What the hell was he doing? He was acting so uncool right now, but at least, he finally understood what you meant. So, nudging you slightly, he had you distance yourself a bit so he could turn around to wrap one of his arms around you as well, lifting the other to place a hand on your cheek as he pressed his forehead against yours.
"I think I get it." he looked straight in your eyes, hoping his gaze alone could convey how happy you made him too just by being by his side and leaned forward, kissing your lips softly. "I love you too, (F/n)." so much, you had no idea.
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whatifxwereyou · 3 years
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Firestorm Part 2: Determination
Fandom: Mortal Kombat 2021 Liu Kang x Reader
A/N: That plot getting real again tho. It's funny to me how different the plots for both sides have become just from one little decision. Thank you guys for the support.
If you would like to be tagged for Firestorm when I post, let me know. I'll start a tag list.
The Oncoming Storm Part 1 Part 3 Chapter Index
“What else can you remember?” Feng tapped his fingers against the charcoal. He’d done several sketches of the demon-looking creature that you’d seen in your visions but none of them had come out quite right. It was like the image that had once been clear had become jumbled up when you tried to describe it. It was deeply upsetting honestly. To think that someone’s power over you could be so strong that they could literally twist images in your brain. You felt betrayed by your brain.
Feng had the patience of a saint for dealing with your confusion. You were no artist either, so describing the creature had been exceptionally difficult. You had five portraits to work from and each of them was startlingly different. You hoped that at least one of them was accurate enough for Raiden to recognize.
“The horns were different.” You struggled to remember and rotated your pained shoulder. It had been heavier that day for whatever reason.
“Are you okay, Y/N? Do we need to stop for today?” Feng set the sketchpad down in his lap with concerned eyes.
“What?” You hadn’t realized that you’d been cradling your arm to your chest. Oops. You let it go but it ached in objection. “No, I’m fine. We can keep going.”
“Okay…” He drifted off nervously and began to alter the horns on the sketch. Then he stopped again with a heavy sigh. “Maybe you should go get that looked at,” he whispered as though others could overhear even though you were very much alone. You stole a glance at the mark that spread from your shoulder to your chest. It was red, enflamed, and swollen.
“It’s probably just all this rain.”
“I’d feel more comfortable if you got it looked at.” Feng bowed his head politely. You sighed heavily again. He was worried about you, yes, but you knew your limits. You were tired of being treated like you didn’t, but you also understood his concern. It wasn’t just that he was worried about you, either. The latest ‘tea’ was that you were dangerous and unpredictable. “You seem distracted. We can pick it back up after you’re less pained.”
“If that’s what would make you comfortable, then fine.” You wouldn’t argue with him anymore. It wasn’t worth it. Feng went about gathering his art supplies and you focused on your shoulder. The crack ached deeply, like someone had run a hot knife through it while you’d been sleeping. “Thank you for the help, Feng.” You yelled after him when he practically ran from the room.
People had taken to treating you like a ticking timebomb. You’d played into it a few times because it had been ridiculous. You tried not to let it bother you but on and off it had. Your shoulder was bad today so maybe Feng was right. You should stop by the infirmary. Plus, you hadn’t seen Chen yet today and it would be nice to chat with someone who wasn’t afraid of you. As much as you wanted to sit around and enjoy the storm, when left alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Liu Kang from the night before.
The infirmary it was.
“Oh, good!” Chen stomped angrily toward you as you approached the infirmary. You looked behind you to make sure that there wasn’t someone there that deserved this much of Chen’s wrath. You’d never seen Chen that aggressive before. In fact, you had been certain that nothing bothered Chen enough to make you stomp around. Oh, how wrong you were. “I need to talk to you about those boys.”
“Could you be any louder about it?” You didn’t turn red this time. You’d grown tougher skin since the last time Chen had teased you. “And can you look at my shoulder first? Or during? I don’t care when as long as you look at it.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“Uh… it’s swollen and it hurts.” You couldn’t believe Chen’s attitude. Chen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the infirmary. With a twist of your wrist, you were forced to sit down. You held your hand then protectively away from Chen who wasn’t being at all gentle. “If you aren’t going to be nice to me then I will ask one of the other monks to help.” Your shoulder was now throbbing after Chen’s pulling. Your stomach churned like you’d eaten something bad.
Chen seemed to consider then and then sighed. “You are kind of gray, I suppose. What did you do to upset it? Did you overwork it like I told you not to?”
“Why do you assume that I did something wrong?”
“You have a track record, Y/N.”
“I think it’s the weather. Feng practically fled from me because of it.” You held your arm protectively against your chest as Chen reached for it. “Are you going to be nice? It hurts. I don’t need you tugging on it unnecessarily.”
“Yes, I promise. I’m sorry.” Chen took a breath and finally smiled. “After we took a look, we are discussing those boys though.”
“Quieter, please.”
“Oh hush, Y/N, everyone here knows what’s going on and I have a lot to say. I can’t be blamed for my tone right now.” Chen tugged your arm free, and you yelped and saw stars. You fanned your face with your other hand when it became way too hot very suddenly. Your lips were tingling.
“Chen, you’ve got to…”
“I overheard those two sneaks talking and…”
“Chen?” You scooted to the edge of the bench and spoke with urgency. Your head was spinning. You might vomit. Oh no. It was too hot in there. Had it been that hot in there when you’d arrived? Were you just now noticing?
“Don’t avoid the topic, Y/N.”
“Chen, I think she’s being serious.” One of the other monks came over to you and clasped Chen’s shoulder. Your ears were ringing. You saw the two of them arguing. The monk was pointing at you while he argued with Chen. Then you fell forward, and everything went black before you hit the floor.
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Stone was hot beneath your body. Burning. You sat up, rubbing the sore spot on your head from hitting the ground but every movement was like you were stuck in molasses. The wind was whipping at you, and your hair flew wildly around you. The air was red hot and instead of rain fell embers.
You were atop a mountain. How had you gotten outside? Lightning struck all around you and the stone beneath you began to crumble. You could see it falling on top of the buildings below. People were screaming. A thousand voices overlapped, crying in pain, and calling for help. You managed to crawl to the edge of the crumbling mountain but was thrown back as lightning struck too close to you. Flames raged from below.
The temple was on fire. You tried to make your way over the edge, but your shoulder felt as though hooks had been driven into it, hooks that were attached to weights.
The storm! You realized, deafened by the roar of fire and the grumble of thunder what this was.
It was going to damage the temple.
People were going to die.
You had to do something, but the weight was too much. It dragged you down. You could barely move. People were screaming over the thunder, over the fire. You could smell burnt flesh. There was no escape from it, and you sat in agony, helpless amongst the fire and the death.
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You sat up with a start and a gasp. The infirmary spun. You were on the floor and spotted Chen about ten times as the world spun. You were coated in a thin sheen of sweat and your body was trembling.
“Oh, oh no… no lay down, Y/N. Lay down.” Chen carefully urged you to lay back, but you fought her. Then you stopped and gulped, feeling the burning of nausea in the back of your throat. “Please! Lay down, Y/N.” The other monks were gathered nearby but had left a wide berth around you just in case. There was no ink that you could see, so there was that.
“I need to talk to Raiden, it’s urgent.” You muttered, pushing Chen’s hand away from you. Chen grasped your pained shoulder and you hissed in objection. “Chen!”
“You had a fit, Y/N. You need to lay down. Take it easy. Did you have a vision? There wasn’t any ink, you just collapsed and smacked your head on the floor.” Chen was checking your pupils and you were trying very much to escape the death grip Chen had on your shoulder.
“I had a vision, I need to…”
“Lord Raiden?” One of the monks spoke in surprise. Then they were all bowing as the god entered the room. Chen relaxed her grip on your shoulder in surprise and then stepped back and bowed low to the floor. Raiden had known that you needed to speak with him.
“What is it, Y/N?” He crouched low by your side. His presence was more imposing than ever, but you felt so afraid by what you’d seen that you weren’t intimidated.
“I saw something. There’s going to be… an accident.” You held your head in frustration as you struggled with words. There was a knot right on the side of your head above your ear from where you’d fallen. Why couldn’t you just say it? There was going to be a collapse! A fire! Lightning would strike the mountain and there would be devastation. The words were there but by the time they reached your mouth they were gone. You couldn’t seem to translate the images into words, and you had never been more frustrated. “Ugh.” You held your head in your hands and grasped your hair in annoyance. “It’s important but I… I can’t…”
“Can you show me?”
“I…” You hesitated. The infirmary was filled with people, and you were terrified of putting them in danger. Nothing good had ever happened while you were sharing visions with Raiden. What if they got hurt? It was one thing to hurt Liu Kang, a trained warrior who had put himself in harm’s way. This was another thing entirely. You suddenly realized just how dangerous you truly were.
“I will take you somewhere isolated.” Raiden seemed to read your mind. Either that or your expression had said is quite plainly. Before you could add that it was urgent, Raiden grasped your arm. Lightning crackled and you had returned to the chamber you’d referred to mentally as his. Raiden helped you get to your feet and then urged you to take a seat on a bench near the wall. “You’re pale.”
“I don’t… that’s not important. What I saw, Raiden. It’s urgent.” You didn’t care that you were sick or dizzy or pale. Whatever. If what you saw was going to happen during the storm, then it would be happening soon. You needed Raiden to see what you saw and interpret it for you. It occurred to you that not all visions would be accurate. Some of them could have been that creature screwing with you, taunting you.
“Yes, of course.” Raiden looked hesitant though you couldn’t say why. This was urgent.
“Please.”
Raiden placed his hand atop your head. Then with a crushing pressure you were gone. Like a light had been turned off inside of you. There was nothing. No pain. No struggling. No visions.
Just darkness.
Then you woke up.
The room that spun around you was one you didn’t recognize. Location didn’t matter anymore. At least you were awake. Your heart was racing like it was going to take flight, as though you had spent hours running beyond exhaustion. You sat up with a grunt but then Chen was pushing you to lay back down again.
Ugh.
“Relax, Y/N. You’re safe.” Chen reassured you but her expression betrayed her. She looked exhausted and worried. She was stuck on Y/N-duty again. Poor Chen. You bet that she regretted getting close to you now with all the extra work she had to do. “Please listen to me for once. I need you to lay and relax. You have a fever but you’re okay.”
“My heart.” You patted your chest nervously to mimic the beating of your heart.
“It’s stress but you’re okay. It’ll calm down.” Chen assured you but picked up your wrist and took your pulse anyway.
“What happened? Is everything okay? Did…” You drifted off as you forced yourself up on your elbows. Your whole left side was tingling and numb. Chen frowned at you disapprovingly.
“Raiden saw. It’s okay, Y/N. Lightning struck the mountain on the other side of the ravine but…” Chen then held her finger up to silence you so she could count. You held your breath, hoping that Chen would tell you more. Then Chen swatted you for holding your breath and you pouted.
Raiden’s presence made you both turn your heads toward the doorway. “Leave us.” He ordered in a stern tone but then bowed his head as if realizing he’d spoken too harshly. Chen sighed, frustrated, and then gently squeezed your hand.
“I’ll find you later.”
“Thank you, Chen.” You carefully pushed yourself so that you were sitting upright. Your shoulder throbbed and your left arm felt numb and useless. You cradled it to your body with your other hand. Raiden sat down on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees.
“You saved a great many people today.”
“I didn’t do anything, I don’t…”
“You did.” Raiden looked to you from the corner of his eye. “I was able to see your vision and minimize the damage. Lives were saved.” He then bowed his head. “The devastation you foresaw was tremendous. Because you were able to communicate your vision to me, we caught it before it happened.”
“I didn’t do anything. I don’t- I don’t want that credit.” You frowned. You really hadn’t done anything worthy of praise.
“You saw.” Raiden’s expression was serious. You felt again like a little girl who had disobeyed her father, so you didn’t object. “That creature told you that you would not see, and you saw anyway. You were meant to see, Y/N.”
You hadn’t thought of it that way.
You hadn’t thought about the fact that you were terrible at this was because of that creature. He stifled your ability to see. Duh. But you’d seen anyway. Raiden had said it with such pride that you felt a little proud. Even though seeing had kicked your ass, it had been worth it.
“We will find a way to separate you from this curse. You will see clearly. You will see and you will fight.”
You teared up.
You stuttered, wanting to thank him for his help, for his belief in you but no words came out. You wiped your eyes. Much to your surprise, Raiden hugged you. It was a fatherly hug, something that you hadn’t felt in so long that you weren’t sure how to emotionally respond to it. You had never been close with your father. In fact, he’d frightened you. He’d never hurt you but he’d been imposing.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you.” He let you go and you pulled back, adjusting to sit against the wall behind you. You were exhausted but at least the feeling was returning to your arm.
“Oh no, no Raiden. I’m not. You had to. I was… out of control.” You hadn’t blamed him. You had hurt Liu and the ink had been filling the room. You’d needed to be stopped and he’d done what he thought was right.
“I hurt you more than I intended. I’m still sorry.”
“It’s okay. I have more than forgiven you.”
“I’ve moved the artifacts somewhere safe. I’m hoping that the distance will offer you some relief.” Raiden got up and was back to his usual composed and intimidating self. You tried not to smile. It had been exceedingly kind of him to reassure you. Sweet, even. “If we can get control of your visions and your arcana so that they are at least less destructive then it is a step in the right direction. I want you to work on that when you’re feeling a little better. You must survive long enough to discover who has done this and why. Why you? What motives could they have other than to stifle your visions? And why is it that you have these visions? They are unrelated to your arcana.”
“I’ve thought about that more than you know. I’ll do my best to get some control over it. I’m going to fight, Lord Raiden.” His belief in you had given you strength. You’d been teetering on having faith in yourself for so long that it was nice to feel determined. You had needed that push. Even though you felt like absolute garbage after having your vision and sharing it with Raiden only moments after, you still felt better than you’d felt in a long time.
“Good.” He turned to face you again. “Thank you, Y/N. You saved many lives today and I am grateful. Get some rest.” He bowed to you and then left the room. Chen returned through the same doorway only seconds later in a huff. She seemed overwhelmed and you couldn’t blame her.
“What did he say to you? I tried to listen in but I think he knew I was listening. I couldn’t hear a single word!” She pouted in frustration, as if she had failed at being a gossip.
“Good. It wasn’t your business, Chen.” You teased but then rested your head on Chen’s shoulder with a sigh. Chen slipped her arm around you in a hug.
“You doing okay, sweet pea?”
“I don’t like that.” You laughed, sitting upright, and holding your sore shoulder. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”
“When you stop collapsing all over the temple then I’ll stop worrying.” Chen scolded. “I can’t keep reassuring you when you keep doing things to worry me.”
“I know, I really do. I’m working on it. I’m sorry to have worried you.”
“Don’t be sorry. I just want you to be okay.” Chen furrowed her brow. You felt lucky to have her. “Why don’t I help you back to your room so that you can get some rest?”
“That’s probably for the best.” You tried to roll your shoulder but your body wasn’t having it. “Wait, you were up in arms about something earlier. Weren’t you? Or was I imagining you being mean to me?”
“For another day, Y/N. Right now I want you to rest.”
“Are you worried about stressing me out because of the heart thing?”
“I absolutely am.” Chen giggled and then helped you to your feet. Your legs were wobbly but once you were on them, you were fine. Chen insisted upon helping you back to your room regardless. You didn’t want to sit and listen to the storm for the rest of the afternoon. Earlier you would have been happy to but after talking to Raiden, you were motivated.
For the first time in your life your visions had been more than a burden that deteriorated your health and made people call you names. You’d seen the potential destruction of parts of the temple and it had saved lives. Raiden had been the one to save those lives but without you he never would have known it was coming.
You didn’t want credit for it but it did feel good to have done something other than destroy and maim.
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vaguely-concerned · 3 years
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The Mandalorian Chapter 11; the rewatch edition
I have found a bit more enthusiasm for this one on the rewatch, so here goes!
- din snapping ‘I’m trying my best here!’ in a vaguely annoyed tone as his entire ship is going up in flames around him because he mostly doesn’t get angry as much as sulky... the height of cinema 
- I love frog husband’s clothes, because they’re in a very similar style and colour scheme to frog lady’s but also incorporate the knitwear we see on the people of trask, so it both underlines his belonging with her and implies that he’s been on this moon for quite a while, they may have been apart for some time  
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especially his scarf is a darling detail and there’s a bit of contrast in texture to it next to his wife’s, it’s nice. he’s wearing a similar kind of vest to what we see on the fishermen later, too 
- I think my favourite part of this entire episode (well second after din cradling the baby against him after nearly drowning) is just the design and Vibe of the planet and especially this harbour
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for one I LOVE that it’s shown that even in the middle of the day it’s dark enough that the electric lights are still on when it’s overcast (it reminds me a bit of norway during the winter, actually, when dawn just never quite breaks and then slinks off in embarrassment before it’s even noon). and there’s also the... sails? nets? hanging around looking almost like flags, which are very Aesthetic but god knows what they’re for. maybe for drying fish on in the summer? 
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I think the building in the distance behind frog husband’s back here is a lighthouse? or it could be one of those towers for loading you see when they scout out the empire ship too, I suppose!
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and one for my strange obsession with Texture on this show: these fabric-covered crates!!! they look exactly as dingy and moldy as you’d expect them to be in this climate, I wonder what they’re for (& I vaguely want to touch them) 
- from the sound of it din’s vibroknife is uh ‘on’ when he pokes the squid thing, and he also goes for the tentacle the furthest away from the baby <3
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proof the calamari flan have been scratched up a bit during all that time in din’s pockets! (the attention to detail in this show sometimes istg) 
- this is 100% me reading too much into things again, call the overthinking police I’ll do my time meekly lol, but the boat looks a little bit like the mudhorn signet from this angle: 
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again din keeps his hand on or sooo close to his blaster in this entire scene, he knows this is sketch as all hell 
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a) once again I want to praise the effects team for how GOOD the aliens look in this episode holy shit and b) the hell is this dude wearing on the straps of his overalls tho 
- the dude mando (axe woves) uses his little... wrist launcher thing to shoot with to finish two off the fishermen, so my theory that they can be loaded with other things than the whistling birds for slightly less effective use (maybe without the level of honing we’ve seen din’s be able to do?) is looking good!
- din actually has quite good form when diving into the water, I’m guessing he can swim at least tolerably when not in full armour, being stabbed at from all directions, having just had his son eaten by a sea monster and also being trapped in with said sea monster (I’m a strong swimmer and I can tell you that there’s a reason they make you swim with clothes on from time to time to see how hard it is, it sucks. with metal plates strapped all over you as well? yeah good luck) people don’t tend to hit the water that gracefully without some kind of training in my experience lol. might be some of the training with the jet pack has carried over too, considering he throws himself off that cliff in chapter 12 with similar confidence?
it’s interesting that they’re once again showing us a threat where the armour doesn’t help and even hinders him. we’re so used to the ways it can make him near-invincible, but it can also drag him down (literally, in this case. aha ha ha. well if I’m not here for my own entertainment then what am I here for honestly)
- din’s voice sounding like he’s just on the verge of crying as he cradles the baby (and the sound he makes as he realizes the baby’s alive) is my kryptonite, turns out. fucking breaks my heart into tiny pieces every time, I would die for this man and he wouldn’t let me
- in support of din’s paranoia: so far this season we haven’t been able to go five minutes without someone talking about peeling the precious beskar off a mandalorian corpse, I can see why his mind was primed to move in one particular way there
- I think the fabric of din’s cape has been treated with something that makes it waterproof; the water seems to pearl on top of it rather than soak in! can you imagine how heavy it would get if it did absorb water tho christ
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(a bit hard to see at this size but that’s what it looked like to me close up anyway! could also be that it’s wool and that’s why it looks that way but I prefer an elaborate sci-fi explanation here, because it doesn’t look particularly weighed down afterwards) might also explain why he doesn’t seem worried about it catching on fire when he uses the jetpack haha, maybe this is something the mandos do with fabric they’re going to use for a long time 
I also enjoy part of the gambeson/undersuit thing poking up from under the shoulder pauldron and cape; I think this is about as disheveled as we’ve seen him since immediately post-mudhorn 
- the sound mixing in this scene, where din’s breathing is layered a bit over everything else so you almost feel like you’re in the helmet with him listening to what the others are saying........ oh my GOD, it embeds you so deeply in his POV but so subtly 
- not to be biased or anything... but din and the armorer’s armour design is so vastly superior to these guys it shouldn’t even be a competition lol 
din looks like an honest to god knight in shining armour except also sci-fi western and the armorer looks like a fucking war goddess from a time beyond memory; the clone wars mandos look like high end cosplayers (eh maybe it’s just my dislike for the boobplates that has me so 😒 lol. also a lot of dudes were very shitty about that whole thing and I don’t say anything but the ‘vaguely-concerned will remember this’ telltale message pops up in the corner every time) 
moment of saltiness over: I do like the differentiation between their individual character designs 
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the differences in body type and helmet design is nice! they look like a unified team, but with individuality. I suspect the ladies have those belts and their armour plates on the hips instead of the front of the thighs to emphasize the ‘female’ silhouette, which. okay fine whatever
- bo katan looks very pointedly down at the baby after saying ‘a group of religious zealots who want to return to the ancient ways’ which makes me VERY nervous for reasons I can’t quite articulate
- the mournful guitar version of the mando theme as din watches the sunset...... hmmmmngh (this might be some Symbolism happening to us folks strap in for the identity crisis he still hasn’t processed) 
- I Cannot get over din being so unimpressed by and uninterested in bo katan’s ‘retake mandalore’ sales pitch from literally the first moment dfhasdkjfhsad sorry lady kryze this man just does not do main quest shit, he’s all side quests all the time and that’s why I love him  
- as someone who after chapter 8 wrote a whole-ass fic that was wholly & exclusively about din telling the baby he’ll always come back for him... some of the shit he’s been saying this season does feel like it’s been written to mercilessly victimize me, personally and specifically 
- guessing this structure in the background is the traffic control tower! doesn’t really matter, I just thought it was neat
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- this part of the soundtrack is called ‘ship o hoj, mandalorians!’, which I found incredibly charming haha (it’s ‘ship ahoy’ except how you write it in swedish, good one herr göranson)  
- bo katan is vague about who exactly the new mand’alor would be if they took back mandalore to begin with, she doesn’t specify she is planning to be the ruler until she’s already got din on the ship and in no position to refuse to help. gotta respect the grift at least lol  
I do love her voice, though, it reminds me a bit of jennifer hale as shepard
- “I need to get back to my ship, with the foundling” your honor I uh love him so fucking much 
- frog lady stroking the baby’s back a bit as she holds her hand behind him to make sure he doesn’t fall backwards while playing with the tadpole ;___________;
and also frog husband and frog lady reaching out to hold hands and frog smooching as din and yodito leave ;____________________________________________;
- when din says the exasperated “mon calamari. unbelievable” line, the baby makes that little blowing a raspberry sound he does as if to agree ‘uh-huh unbelu -- unbelly -- unbelievable dad smh’ and it is very very adorable 
- there’s quite a bit of Stuff in the concept art that didn’t make it in this time around; I wonder if maybe they cut some stuff for pacing or whatever and that’s why this episode is so short? water leaking into the cockpit of the razor crest, something that looked a bit like whaling going on on the docks and more spaceships taking off (maybe there were originally meant to be some smaller ships defending the big empire one?), there’s quite a bit here  
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This, is Noxy/Noxyfied/Nox. This is the character I identify as online, and I want to tell you my story with this adorable Arctic Fox because it is one heck of a tale from not so long ago
Things did begin rough at the beginning of my persona’s history. I honestly can’t recall how I came up with it, only how I inserted my love for something and went with it.
From the early years of 2017 to 2019 I was all paper and pencil. Ah yes traditional art was my big thing for a couple of years during that era of 2013 to 2020. I had a time where I wrote stories about characters I made, and not much. No fan art, no nothing, I wanted to stick to my own original ideas at first before I took the step to do something that I did not own; it was a weird mindset I know, I couldn’t hold myself to want to be original and develop to be good enough to draw other things.
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It took me some time to develop, hell even to this day I still am unsure of my own skills but I enjoyed trying new things. I don’t reject much criticism even if it comes harsh it still lingers in my head when received anyway. I needed someone to identify as online, a persona who I would have an identity through as I was moving forward on this hopeful career I want to make with my art.
Idea #1 draw my own self accurate to how I look 
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Scratch that...
Nononono, I am too bad at showing my face, even at that I don’t like myself.
So I had to come up with something else, 2019 was ending with my skills rising up to something neat. I had Fire alpaca and a wacom cheap tablet which I used time to time back then, and with how I moved foward I said “why not, lets draw a glaceon.
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Not bad, not bad. I do enjoy anthropomorphic animals, and for a anthro Glaceon it wasn't so bad. Even back then I did not enjoy much of this picture but the idea sparked. I did roleplay around online a lot as a Glaceon. People always had referred to me as a Glaceon when talking, because furry friends tend to be like that and I don’t mind. It had definitely sparked the idea of identifying as one for my persona.
I had a hard time how I would draw this character, a more personalized Glaceon with my own flare of the art style I carry should be nice, should I make it tall? short? anthro? feral? the questions rose up. Even more as time passed, took some time unsure of it, Unluckily I had a Glaceon FURsona, not a persona. (Yes those were two separate things as I carried 7 fursonas as individual characters in their own stories).
But soon one day in class, my artsy self was bored and it just sparked.
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This is it! yes! I love it! something about this just clicked for some reason, it was like nothing I had seen before I could not look away at it, this was it.
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After class I went home and played some games. The idea was there but man am I tired. Things did go slow, but not for long as of January, the classes I took gave me the ability to better understand this Adobe Photoshop, an amazing tool for editing pictures but also... To draw?!? I have heard of using Photoshop to draw but was amazed to have the ability using such program. During my time 2019 I would doodle around on Photoshop in my school or at home (thanks to the campus giving me a cheaper prize to use it for assignments) Not bad, not bad, the program was for sure something nice to use. Look! I even drew my Fursonas there too, ain’t that nice
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2019 was something for sure. It had just begun making 2020 quite the year as I took my wacom tablet, opened Photoshop, and on January there it was.
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Oh how cute! I felt so proud of myself, firealpaca was nothing like how clean and pretty Photoshop was, I was amazed at this ability.
“I made this?” that would be what I ask myself everyday. Time to time I would, and still, look at my phone to my drawings and remember what I used to make some pieces, I will not forget how I used thick outlines with the line too from photoshop, added some depth on the eyes. But most importantly, I had a persona, and I introduced it
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My friends loved it, I could not believe I am starting to do the shift, my days of traditional art were at a halt. Not at a complete stop since I do use traditional art for a few other things of course, this was just my main focus now.
This little creature was everything to me, cute, easy to make, helped me throughout a few months as I practiced with my digital art.
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I also perfected it’s look, but something looked rather familiar about it. Could not put my finger to it, so I went on drawing it.
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that was a few exceptions where I shifted the proportions for “it”
“It” “it” what was this thing supposed to be, I myself was unsure how to identify myself with this persona. Male? no, female? no. The issue was there, who am I really inside, who was my persona gonna be.
I still cannot tell you exactly what my persona was for the longest time. I at times felt lost and confused with my identity, it did not help that 2020 did its mumbo jumbo and a pandemic happened, it was a lot of time on my own at home just questioning really who I had been for the longest time. Classes were minimal so my free time was big around April and May.
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I was always unsure of who I was exactly, through my early years late 2000′s I had in me that my body was uncomfortable for looking the way it did, 2010′s went silent but there was something in me I did not understand. why did I feel this way, why do I feel as I am not happy with who I am, and who I identify with.
This persona was the wake up call to who I really wanted to be. I saw it in me that I knew being a male was the main issue in me feeling unhappy. Throughout my life I did not enjoy masculinity as much as other kids, yeah I had some boy traits but it was rather minimal, I enjoyed other things more. I enjoyed a lot of things about being female it was something I had never seen before. as hard or confusing things tend to be from me to explain, its a rather hard thing for myself to explain. But that how it felt “confusing” I researched and looked for things and to my conclusion I had come to be, I come to identify as a MtF trans.
I felt relieved in me of it and I already enjoyed my days more after from it. The only issue is “who do I tell..?” I was timid to tell this to anyone, friends or even family. Especially family, those I come to admit they will never be told of what my decision was because of how hard headed they are. It is a tragic story to tell since most families are such closed minded people of rejecting others.
“My friends tho, my friends? I would feel bad if I told them” that was the mindset I had for a while before admitting to them time to time, one by one. This was a chapter in my life that had changed me early 2020′s but I felt a lot of joy in me to be who I wanted to be, I no longer took anyone else's guidance for controlling who I am, I just went with my own flow.
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My persona was.... more comically confused, it could be either so I just left it how my mood wanted it to go for when drawing it. So, things went well, in 2019 with the money I got I found myself enjoying a lot of second handed games, with a game coming real soon that had me pumped for I had to get a console I wanted for so long
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A PS4 for the the Final fantasy 7 Remake, I was so pumped waiting for the game, I got a used PS4 for it and even bought couple other games for it to get to know the console: Final fantasy 15, destiny, and later on this Persona 5 game a lot of people talked about. Hmm ok, well lets try it out and oh me oh my, a few days later:
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The art style captivated me, can you tell I went all out to trying anything with my persona? I cannot believe I was my own guinea pig for these sorts.
Going around some friends and they will tell you that I used this pfp quite a lot back then, as well as updating it with a new oc I had come up with
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A tale in due time will be told about this gal.
well, it was set and forth that this was me, my persona, this glaceon was who I was. People loved it, my friends really liked it, and I had a blast having this first pure year of digital art only. Meeting new friends, and admiring their art. Having old friends come back, and even losing a few others on the way. During the time of june, to July I was rapid about drawing my persona in many ways, short, tall, anthro, feral
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even metallic.
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 But there come some time I did not grew tired of. But a little worried that I had to rely on a franchise for my own identity, of course there is nothing wrong for those doing it. But reflecting on myself, back then when I wanted this art career to happen, I wanted to go all out letting out my imagination  with my own creations. I had to make the decision, it was time to move on...
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...To a new art program and new drawing tablet
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No, it wasn’t that. I had to branch out from this Glaceon, but keep my identity, my legacy of this persona in check, but with a new coat of paint of course. did not take a long time before choosing that I had to use a real life animal as inspiration for this change. Something at least close to it, ah yes of course! the inspiration of the Glaceon was an arctic fox, well those are some good stepping stones to begin with so what happened one day is that I began sketching, not before saying good bye to this old self that helped me begin. It was weird, this is me but it was old me?
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Tested the new Brushes from this amazing program called Clip studio paint, and I gotta say I love the program. Sincerely the best choice I made to leave Photoshop for this.
At last, this is it. the new Me!
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Familiar looking isn’t it,baby steps we can say.
I cannot blame the people for calling my new persona a “Glaceon-alike”
I headed to the right direction stepping away from it, but it was hard to let go
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new program, new tablet, new me. the later half of 2020 went onto a lot of changes with myself, the chibi small version did not make me happy to make anymore, I was losing the touch and with the few comments I got of looking like a “powerpuff girl look a like” did set me off to do a drastic change I am thankful to do. This new me had some weird phases, don’t we all tho?
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where else to brainstorm than back to the traditional old ways. Now, you may see this and ask what was I thinking when making this. the order of when i started and finish goes as: Top right: ok what if it was feral, nah nah scratch. Top left: Can I still make it cute with a round face and features I had from before? ew no! that looks scary Bottom right: lets make it more natural and wow hey! yes yes yes! this looks hundred times better. Bottom left: It is time I go all out and make it humanoid, it was how I found myself enjoying drawing most things but still did some anthropomorphic things. I was just not the best of it.
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Back to digital and.... Amazing, I really out did myself this time, lets go for it, lets keep going with this
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I even got a cool sword too!
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My practice continued from here, the second half was great and fun. New persona got me in a place where I was happy with and through October and December I was having a blast with the more possibilities with it. I went on to practice with even more suggestive things after a life drawing class I took, proportions mattered to me and with this new persona I went out to make more better looking proportions that were attractive and stylish.
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This persona was great, and I managed to make so much of it. even Drawing the more suggestive stuff had left me with an answer for this persona. Just make it gender fluid, my selection for this character being male or female made me so tired I did not know why I just made it gender fluid since the beginning. My mood swings for this character, and I can’t resist drawing it either way. Was I finished? of course not, this persona still had some work around to do. The hair became a pain to make to keeping up with  consistently.
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2020 ended, with a year of exciting new things coming for this new year. I went through quite a lot in my life and my art career took a shaken with this new digital life style, my persona became the identity I saw myself through, something im happy with drawing to represent Me.
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That isn’t to say that I gave up on drawing Me Me.
I drew who I hope to be, and will use this from time to time, nothing fancy but something.
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It has been a year already since I began identifying myself with this persona from last year from now. ever since I sketched that doodle in class, it has been a happy trip through memory lane writing it and I am happy how things turned out. 2021 is what I hope to be as good as 2020 was (by that I mean drawing only of course) In 2021 one more change was made that had made me just as happy to continue on with.
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I got more hair! as crazy as it is yes. More hair, and a different front style has been to this day what I been using.
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I even made a discord emoji for all the warm hugs to have with my fursona!
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and my first ever animation I have ever done before!!
I am always experimenting new things, and i’m proud to be an artists to go out there and leave my art out there to be noticed by anyone. The love and appreciation friends and others leave me are the best thing I could ask. I look foward to see what is up ahead, for me, my career, and Noxy.
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yanderecandystore · 4 years
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How would Jack react to an artistic s/o, like he carries a sketchbook with him at all times and once Jack saw that he had at least a full page of just Jack doodles and sketches
Yo, hello there! I'm sorry for taking so long to answer you, I was trying to find the right time to write! :3
Do y'all mind if I changed it up a little bit? Changing a little bit of "reader's role" in this headcanon, instead of always being the "one of his gang's members" and such. I decided to add a little more than one page of sketches though •v• because I'm an ass.
Also oh my God, I'm sorry for babbling so much at the start ;-;.
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A cool and peaceful breeze in the middle of all Hell [Yandere!Delinquent OC Male artist!Reader - Headcanon]:
Let's set the stage, dear.
You're one of many students inside Saint Bernard's School for Prodigies, a place that since it's building process, was meant to be a safe environment to all gifted students, and even students that didn't seem to have any talent at all. It was built to be a welcoming place.
It was built to rival Amaryllis Academy. While Amaryllis was focused on a specific group of people (coff coff rich families coff coff), Saint Bernard's was supposed to be the… "Common crowd alternative".
It never got to the same level of development as Amaryllis did. Although there are rumours about the Academy being a breeding ground for prejudice and discriminatory behavior (involving a lot of bullying towards students that had paid their way into the scholarship), Saint Bernard's was basically disfuncional.
The only thing granting a base for it's failed and shaky structure, was government income and the rumours around the school. Student deaths, delinquency, gang fights, fragile authority that fails to reinforce school regulations, contraband inside school grounds, no security for both the faculty's staff nor the students, severe cases of bullying, etc, etc.
You heard that a billion times. And don't get me wrong, it is not like there aren't good people here, good people that can't afford a better place to go. But the bad overthrows the good.
So here you are, just another boy trying to pass through the school year like any other student. A guy trying to keep under the radar of… Basically, every single student and teacher in this place. You came with terms that, sadly, you couldn't trust no one here.
You saw what happens if someone like you starts to get comfortable around these people. They're brutal. The thought of getting out of this place has crossed your mind many times, but you don't really know where else to go. It's the nearest place to your house, and it's literally free to enter.
You're the silent type, you're not exactly antisocial by any means, you just prefer to be left alone with your pens and your trust sketchbook, although, it's kinda not having much space left, is it?
You don't have more money to buy a better set of materials, and to be honest, you're aware of how unkindly people would treat you if you bring something a little more pricey. There were students who were already picking on you for the fact that you just kept drawing and being a lazy bun, if they saw you with things that clearly looked (even a little bit) expensive you would never hear the end of it.
You remember seeing a poor girl (I mean literally) who had saved her money to buy a new pair of shoes, since her's were clearly old and tearing apart. Her tenacity was something really admirable, as she saved more than enough money to buy something actually good for her. Something she probably didn't seem to be accustomed with, as her reaction to getting her new shoes destroyed in front of her own eyes was absolutely heartbreaking.
Chills still run down your spine, as you remember one boy saying something like-
"- It's her own fault. She shouldn't have come to this place wearing that."
You really hate this place, the only shine of light though was what you heard another boy say.
"- Yeah, it sure is a poor girls' fault that a bunch of imbeciles are jealous of her accomplishments." That sarcastic tone was more than enough to get your attention, looking at the direction of the voices talking you saw the two boys that were talking.
One was clearly discomfortable with the situation, like he just said something stupid and is trying to not sound as bad as it was, and the other one who was not even looking at the asshole beside him, and oddly enough, he wasn't looking at the situation happening in front of everyone anymore. He felt like someone was looking at him, and coincidentally, there you were.
Of course, he looked at you like he would simply get up and beat the shit out of you for staring at him, he thought you had a problem with him, and he wouldn't mind starting a problem with you if that were the case.
The cold look was enough to send you the message, and not wanting to cause any trouble, you just moved your attention to somewhere else, ya know, like the girl suffering in the middle of the school's hall, maybe you shouldn't have looked at him for so long.
I guess you were just, caught up in his features?
Okay, maybe you have a problem now. You can't help but keep drawing him! Like, okay, you thought that maybe just one sketch would be fine. He has a lot of nice facial features and- and he is always with a closed expression. No emotions, just pure angst. You found yourself liking to draw him, and when you noticed, you had enough material to cover two pages. Two fucking pages filled with a boy don't even know!!
[Y/N], come on, get to your senses. You heard about the boy, he is one of the many delinquents running this place, if not the leader of one of the most influential gangs around this hellhole. Jack, was it?
Imagine having that guy and his gang come beat you up for being extremely nosy and drawing him so many times? You want to know what's worse though? One of these sketches were from a specific moment you saw this man without his jacket on, his shirt being see through and almost non-existent.
You need to burn all of them. Immediately. Or otherwise your school year will go from manageable to completely fucked. But some of these make great art studies tho-
"- Yo. I need to talk with you." Oh dear lord, your time has come.
"- S-Sup!" You try to hide the sketchbook before he notices some interesting depictions of himself. But honestly, it was too late boo, he already knew about it.
"- Mayday told me you've been stalking me." Jack said, not sounding even a little bit concerned about being "stalked".
You don't really know who is "Mayday", unless she is one of his gang's members. Actually, you may have a guess on who she is. You think you saw some girl giving you odd looks here and there, not really mean looks, but just "concerned looks", and now that you think about it, you saw her walking around with Jack.
Wait, was she the girl that got her shoes destroyed that day?
"- Oi! Aren't you going to say what the fuck is your problem?" While you were thinking about who that girl was, Jack took the opportunity to come closer and snatch your sketchbook.
"- Give me that. You better answer me or you won't see this until then." Jack had started to open the sketchbook up, to his absolute luck and to your demise, he opened up on that exact page.
"- Wait! Hold on, don't open it!-"
Too late though. His face said everything.
"- Woah. Interesting." Jack knows absolutely nothing about art and drawing and stuff like that. Yeah, he may know a couple of things about writing but, it's completely different to him. He is impressed with how talented you are.
That's so quite flattering details you managed to put in there, does he really look like that to you?
"- This is your work right? Is this why you kept staring at me?" He asks you, but honestly, what would answer? This guy has a whole group of people that can easily hurt you, so telling the truth can both free you and damn you.
"- Yeah, I did all of these… I'm sorry if it seemed like I was stalking you, well, I mea- I'm sorry if it made you feel awkward, I just thought you were a interesting model I guess?" There is no imaginable way of saying this without sounding like an stalker, right? God, this is so embarrassing…
Jack is absolutely flattered by this. Oh, yeah, it's creepy as fuck, love. But does he really care? I mean, dearest, do you really know him?
Mayday wasn't the first one to notice you staring, of course he felt someone drooling over him. It facinates him how ever since that day you kept being more prominent in his life, or rather, in his mind, as he never really made a move to physically interact with you.
He is surprised by how his acting skills have improved, he thought that he wouldn't find a way to convince you of his surprise when noticing your drawings for the "first time". Throughout this whole time he has thinking about you, is funny to see that in a way you were also thinking about him. Well, partially, you probably saw him as only a way to improve your art.
And honestly, he doesn't mind being your muse.
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monstersandmaw · 4 years
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Embers - Male dragon shifter x reader, Chapter Five! (sfw)
So... this was supposed to go up on Friday but no one reminded me and I’m clearly not able to set a weekly reminder like an actual adult.
Hope you’re still enjoying this weekly series... Don’t forget to show me it some love if you are.
And I seem to have thrown my 'short chapters/800 words only' thing out of the window. This one is the longest so far, at 2455 words long. *rolls eyes at self*.
One, Two, Three, Four
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An entire week passed without word from Mikaeïl. You had almost given up on the whole commission for this departmental murder mystery dinner, when one lunchtime your phone buzzed and you answered with barely a glance away from what you were doing. With a searingly important deadline looming for work, your stress levels were possibly at their highest since university finals, and you had been staring at the computer screen for what felt like days without a break.
“Yeah?” you barked, still tweaking the design while holding the phone with your other hand.
“It’s Mikaeïl,” came a surprisingly shy, male voice at the other end. “Is now a bad time?”
Your heart skipped a beat or two and you grinned despite the lingering frustration that the design wasn’t looking anywhere near ‘there’ yet. “No, not at all,” you smiled, “I’m at work, but I’d much rather talk to you.”
That seemed to fluster him a little, but he cleared his throat and said, “Well… I spoke with the department and showed them your preliminary design. They loved it and are very happy to commission you to do the posters for the event.”
“Fantastic!” you grinned, genuinely thrilled to have a more exiting project to work on than this steaming pile of minotaur shit currently sitting on your computer.
“I thought we might discuss it in more detail when you bring Celia over on Friday...” he said, his softly-articulated words doing odd things to your insides and heartbeat. You could imagine him standing amongst his hoard of plants, one arm folded protectively across his slim chest as he stood, ramrod straight, surveying the gardens beyond.
A second after that image had flashed through your mind, you realised that it wasn’t your turn to being Celia to her flute lesson that week. When you said as much, he sighed and said, “Never mind.”
“I mean... Celia doesn’t have to be my only reason to come over and see you, does she?” you asked playfully, doodling with the stylus on a new layer of the design. As you listened to him speak, his eyes began to stare out at you from the screen as you drew them, all distant and guarded, but glittering and somehow soft all the same.
“No,” he said slowly, the slight smile audible in his rich voice. “No, of course not. I’m rather busy with work this week, and I’m presenting a paper at a conference on Thursday, but if you’re alright to meet up in town instead during the week we could do that?”
“Stickybeaks?” you suggested, thinking of the cafe where you’d first met him.
He clearly along the same lines because he gave that sonorous chuckle that made your stomach churn pleasurably. “Perfect. What day suits you? I’m free most days after five, except this Thursday.”
“Friday?” you suggested. “I think Stickybeaks stays open til seven. We could have an early supper? That way you can tell me all about the conference too, if you like.”
“I wouldn’t want to bore you,” he said reflexively.
“Oh, I think you’d have to work quite hard to bore me. I’m really quite a curious person...”
There was something melancholic about the tone of his clipped response. “If you say so,” was all he said. “Well, Friday works well for me. Shall I meet you there at half past five? That will give me enough time to walk over from the department.”
“Perfect. Looking forward to it.”
A beat too late, he said with a slight crack in his voice, “So am I.”
You rushed out of work that Friday and ended up getting to the cafe way too early, so you got out your A3 sketch pad and started to draw a number of variations on the same theme that you’d doodled back at Mikaeïl’s house. When he stepped through the doorway at precisely 5.29pm, Mikaeïl glanced around, the lenses of his round glasses glinting in the low light, and when he saw you, the hard line of his tense shoulders eased just a little.
Mikaeïl nodded politely at Lidaë, who was fluttering around behind the counter as usual despite the fact that there weren’t all that many customers in at that time, and then he strode over to your place in the back corner. The pathway through the sleek, modern tables gave you the opportunity to admire the slender form of his body and the effortless grace with which he moved, almost like a dancer. Today he wore a butterscotch coloured trench coat, belted tightly at his slim waist over black skinny jeans, and his autumn-red hair was tied back in a sleek ponytail again, with the shorter sections at the front falling down to mask the full intensity of his bright golden eyes.
“Hey,” you said, half standing.
“I hope you haven’t been here long,” he said by way of a greeting and staring at your drawings again with that odd expression again.
“No, not really,” you said, awkwardly sitting back down again. “I finished work a bit earlier than usual and came straight here. I roughed out a few more designs for the poster anyway.”
“You’ve been here long enough to have finished your drink,” he said pointedly. “Can I get you another?”
You eyed your empty cup and then glanced at your watch. “I just turned in a major project that’s been bugging me for weeks,” you grinned. “I think I earned a grown up drink…”
He cocked his head slightly and the corner of his pretty mouth twitched ever so slightly to show his amusement. “Congratulations. And I think I might join you in that.”
By the time he returned, you’d shunted the sketch book to one side and once he’d set your drink down, he took his coat off to hang it on the back of his chair. It was a real effort not to stare at the beauty of his figure. Perhaps it was the artist in you, but you really noticed the strong, straight lines of his waist and thighs, his body clearly tightly corded with extremely lean muscle, and the elegant movements of his fingers as he worked the buttons of his coat.
When he was finished, he sat and shyly drew his ponytail over one shoulder, twisting the end of it between his fingertips and blinked softly at you. “What?” he asked in a breathy murmur.
“I… Uh…” you blushed, and settled on a bashful, “Nothing. Have you come straight from teaching?”
He nodded.
“Oh boy,” you laughed. “Your students must love you.”
“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not,” he said bluntly.
“I wasn’t,” you said, feeling a heat creeping up your neck. Did he seriously not have any idea how attractive he was? “Don’t take this the wrong way then,” you said, sipping your drink and letting the warmth of the alcohol ignite a little courage in you, “But if you were my professor, I’m not sure I’d get much learning done…”
“Then I’d be failing in my duties as a teacher…”
Damn but he was hard work.
“Never mind,” you said. “How did the conference go?”
“Very well, to my surprise,” he said, holding the stem of his wine glass as if it were a rare specimen rose. He inhaled the scent of the wine before drinking, and closed his eyes briefly as he savoured it. His throat worked and you watched his sharp Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, and that newly-kindled heat in your cheeks flared a little hotter while blood rushed south away from your brain to somewhere a little less articulate.
“What was your paper on?” you managed to rasp.
He cleared his throat and swirled his wine absentmindedly around his glass. “It’s… hardly a dinner time conversation,” he said.
“What, because you study bodies and death?”
His golden gaze flicked up to meet yours. “Most people find it repulsive.”
“You’re searching for answers,” you said. “I’m sure you’re respectful about the way you treat the remains. What’s repulsive about that?”
Mikaeïl blinked, and then his hard, wary expression flickered to something a little gentler, bordering on relief. “Well, alright. I was presenting my preliminary findings on the use of MRI and CT scans to determine the presence of necromantic activity in long-dead remains…”
“That stuff shows up? Even centuries later?” you asked, instantly intrigued.
He made a side to side shake of his head. “That’s what I’m trying to find out. X-ray has been used in the past, but because any damage caused post-mortem usually presents exactly the same whether the person in question was truly alive or undead, it’s not always particularly accurate… I want to explore the use of other technology to explore the effects that necromantic magic in particular has on the body after the heart has ceased beating.”
“That’s awesome,” you breathed, and he smiled again. “Was it well received?” you asked tentatively.
“Yes, for the most part. Non-invasive examination is always preferable, so there was a deal of interest from others in the field. I even had a lich in the audience who was willing to undergo some testing, which was encouraging.”
“Did you study medicine at the university here?” you asked, and he nodded.
“Quite some while ago though,” he said. “I worked as a medical examiner for a long time.”
You frowned, and he read your next question in your eyes.
“I’m not as youthful as I look,” he said. “My kind is long lived. And before you ask, I’m just over two hundred and sixty.”
“Whoa…” Honestly, it wasn’t actually that much of a surprise, given how… ‘remote’ he seemed at times. A moment later you added with a wry smile, “You must have enjoyed watching the leaps and bounds that science has made then in the last hundred or so years! I’d love to witness something like that…”
“That’s…” he faltered into silence.
“What?”
Mikaeïl steepled his long, fingers and rested his lips against his index and middle fingertips, elbows resting on the table. “That’s… honestly not a reaction I’ve had before.”
“I don’t understand?”
With a dry chuckle, he said, “Most people - though the number is admittedly few - discover I’m old enough to be their ancestor, and they start to act strangely. Friendships have been hard to initiate, and even tougher to maintain, though I’m sure that’s partly due to my own…” he swallowed, apparently unsure of the word before settling on, “‘Quirks’.”
You shrugged. “It sucks, I’m sure, but anyone who doesn’t at least try to understand or get to know you is missing out, and probably isn’t worth the effort anyway, at least in my limited experience. Can I ask you another question though?”
As his lips hitched up on one side, he nodded. “Of course.” And with that, he seemed to relax a little more in your presence.
“Is it super rude of me to ask what you are? I had thought you were at least part tiefling, but that was literally just from the horns and the eyes.”
“A common misconception,” he said over the rim of his wineglass before he took another sip. “And one I usually let slide. But no, I am not any part tiefling. I am… my family is… that is to say…” He set his wine down, took off his glasses, and cleaned them with a little cloth that he drew from his top pocket while he said quietly, “We are dragon shifters. Wyvern, technically.”
You blinked in silence for a stunned moment. Dragon shifters were exceptionally rare these days, having been hunted ruthlessly for sport, mostly by orcs but also by humans, about five hundred years ago. They’d been massacred in droves almost to the point of extinction. “No way,” you finally breathed.
He acknowledged the truth with a brief pursing of his lips, and returned his glasses to his face. Tersely, he added, “Please don’t ask me to prove it here. I won’t fit into this corner of the cafe, and besides, shifting is a huge inconvenience to say the very least.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you said hastily. “I’m just… amazed? Surprised? Honoured?”
Mikaeïl deftly and promptly steered the conversation onto your drawings and drafts after that, and you allowed him to slide the limelight onto you. Clearly an intensely private individual, Mikaeïl had just honoured you with the truth about himself, and, curious as you were about what he might look like in his wyvern form, you respected his gift by focusing on the real reason you were there. This was not a date after all, no matter how much you wished it were.
Despite that fact, however, it was five minutes before closing time when Lidaë flitted over to you, her iridescent hummingbird’s plumage shimmering, and politely asked if you’d mind wrapping up so she could close up her cafe.
Mikaeïl startled from your conversation as if he’d suffered an electric shock. “I’m so sorry, Lidaë,” he said, standing abruptly and pushing his chair back with a decidedly ungraceful scrape on the wooden floorboards. “I had no idea it was so late.”
She patted his arm fondly and shook her head. “Never you mind, my lovely. I’m glad to see you having such a good evening.”
For the first time since you’d met him, his pale cheeks flushed and he glanced briefly at you before fumbling to pick up his coat. Once he’d slid it on, he fished out his wallet and insisted that he pay for everything.
Outside, with your bag packed and a design finalised, you looked up at him and he turned his deep, golden eyes on you. In the light from the street lamps overhead, his yellow eyes reflected the soft glow in a decidedly inhuman way, and you felt something stirring inside you again.
Feeling perhaps a little uncharacteristically bold, you reached for his shoulders, took them gently in your hands, and leaned in to kiss his smooth, cool cheek. As you withdrew, you saw that he’d gone rigid, his eyes wide with surprise. Allowing yourself a small giggle at his expense, you grinned at him.
“I’ll bring the finished design with me when I bring Celia over next Friday, if that’s ok.”
“Mmhmm,” he hummed softly.
“Looking forward to it,” you said. “And thank you again for supper.”
“My pleasure,” he croaked, bowing his head. “Sincerely.”
Tossing a final grin and a wave his way, you walked off down the street, leaving him standing there, and when you glanced back, you saw that he was walking away in the opposite direction, his fingertips just brushing his cheek where your lips had kissed his skin.
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whetstonefires · 4 years
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Okay having gotten more than halfway through the first Witcher book, wow this is so very much a book about race.
Like, I thought the show was pretty frank about it, with i.e. Jaskier’s first appearance revolving largely around his finding out his opinion on a subject is based on racist propaganda about a persecuted people, being shown mercy by those people, and then making up a racist lie about what just happened because it’ll sell better. While meanwhile, at another point in time, Yennefer’s mixed-race background almost ruins her career before it can start.
But the book is uh. Much more about race relations.
From a really Polish perspective, too, which is interesting and largely nice--the view of waves of settlement, immigration, and empire washing over the same land again and again and leaving sedimentary layers of peoples behind, and the question of how one is justly to live and identify in the multiethnic society that results, with all the weight of wrongs and losses behind everyone--especially while the government is largely controlled by racists who want an ethnostate.
(Less nice is that the dwarves are about 600% more Jewish-coded than Tolkien ever considered. Kind of cool when it involves digging into the injustice of the no-win scenario that is being pressured to pick a side in every political drama, but never trusted to have really picked it.
Not cool when the text presents as quite literal fact that dwarves are huge sexists and certain everyone’s out to steal their women, even though they’re ugly shrews and no one would want to, which is. Such an old antisemitic canard. 😬)
The issue of collective responsibility got name-dropped fairly early on, with Tris Marigold specifically stating in her narration that she doesn’t believe in it and thus feels no awkwardness as a wizard for the extermination of the witchers by wizards before she was born, and it’s been a sort of recurring looming shadow ever since.
Geralt does believe in it, notably. Even if he doesn’t entirely identify as human, he takes his share of the guilt for being born to a brutally colonizing people seriously.
I like how Geralt is so middle-aged, with his practical concerns and his twelve-year-old and his complex, fraught relationship with his ex and his jaded attitude toward politics that is very much not cynicism, but has a fairly similar practical impact on the surface.
Also he has actually really good manners, in an unpolished way, and gets along with people really well! He keeps running into people he knows and having a casual drink and a chat, about old times and current events and ecology and so forth.
But he’s easily baited into being passive-aggressive at people who talk down to him. 😂 The latter came through on Netflix, but he’s so much less casually social. I suppose it goes with the all-black outfit.
I am also enjoying the hell out of how everyone in this fantasy novel keeps lecturing each other about science. A worldbuilding technique normally restricted to science fiction gives this setting a very distinctive flavor. (Albeit one I have seen elsewhere. I suspect the Castlevania show took inspiration here, tbh.)
Also fun is the realism of the same person in quick succession discussing tariffs, how salty his snack is, and how rumor has it there are credible foretellings of the imminent end of the world. Life goes on. It feels particularly true to life at a time like this one.
Also Yennefer’s only appearance in the book so far is, in scene 4, jumping into a room where Dandelion was being tortured, knifing one man and electrocuting another, and saving his entire ass. He didn’t even know she was in town. She insists she likes him quite a lot now, because he looked after Geralt after the breakup, which is sweet. These weirdos.
She keeps coming up tho. Geralt just received a very snippy letter where she’s absolutely going to help him but is really annoyed about being addressed as ‘dear friend.’ 😂
Also I really need to finish the Netflix show specifically to find out where it leaves Ciri, because when my sister and I were for lulz sketching out a Geraskier Princess Bride AU (which worked way better than it had any business doing considering its whole entire basis was the name Buttercup), she was baffled by the idea that Ciri could be the one to bash the Pit of Despair albino over the head and take Geralt to Yennefer to get un-mostly-dead.
“Isn’t Ciri a child?” she said, running on nothing but tumblr osmosis for Witcher content.
Sitting here with roughly half of the Netflix show under my belt but with the (sole) prior information about Ciri that she was royalty and that Geralt trained her, I was only able to say, “she...grows up eventually.”
Ciri in Blood of Elves is 12 thus far and frankly way overtrained, because all the Witchers could think to do with her was treat her like a Witcher trainee, which involves getting beaten black and blue by machines until you learn to dodge them properly. Though she’s been sent away to boarding school now so she’ll fall out of practice a bit.
She didn’t distinguish herself martially in her first engagement, which was completely correct as she was 12 and it was an awful situation and she has a lot of previous trauma to work through, but she didn’t humiliate herself either.
Even at 12 Ciri could totally bash someone over the head to rescue Geralt. She wouldn’t be able to carry him anywhere afterward, of course.
She’d need the wheelbarrow.
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barb610 · 4 years
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@earthquakeofideas​ asked - pls may my lonely ass have a ship 🥺 i’m a girl w brown hair + blue eyes, glasses, and im kinda thicc and short. i rly like all things horror even tho i’m a huge chicken. i love to draw, and i also love indie music, and fashion. i’m also a vegetarian :-) i love reptiles and dogs. also, i’m a very empathetic person uwu! thank u bro 💕💗🥺🥰
Of course you can!  I am so sorry that this took so, so long!  Remote learning had really messed up my schedule (not that I really had one to begin with).  
I ship you with... 
Horace Somnusson!
I know this might sound strange, and I know that he is one of the younger wards of the loop, but let’s just assume that he’s a few years older!  I got a little carried away, so there’s a LOT of stuff under the cut
So you work at a small family owned boutique in a no-name town in Florida, it was one of those “My friend’s aunt who knows this lady, who’s sister-in-law owns this” kinda things
On one particular day, business was very slow, so you decided to listen to your own music through your earbuds instead of whatever trending pop music was playing over the intercom of the boutique today
You’re jamming out, folding some nice sweater, and hanging up dress on the “Sale! 10% Off” rack, so you don’t notice the bunch of people that walk in
You finally realize that they had walked into the store when you get a tap on your shoulder
You turn around to see a beautiful blond boy with impeccable fashion sense
I’d like to think that Horace gets quite a bit taller as he gets older so he’d kind of be staring down at you 
Hi miss!  Do you happen to have this dress shirt in a smaller size?  Wonderful blouse you have on there, truly quality craftsmanship.  Maybe a medium?  Or do you have any slimmer styles?
You were in awe of the style he had and the fact he had an elegant British accent, something very unusual for no-name town in Florida
Most guys that came in here were sent in by their girlfriend or wife with a picture of what they needed
This guy wore beautiful leather oxfords, exquisitely tailored slacks, and a button up that was probably nicer than a lot of the shirts in here
You had to look up at him to see his face (and he had a pretty nice one)
Oh, yeah, we actually have a few slimmer ones, they’re behind that display over there.
Responding to him makes you realize the group of people he’s with
There’s another boy older than the one you just helped, and one other boy that looks around the same age, he had almost cartoon-like bags under his eyes
There were two girls, one practically had fire in here eyes and one wore a quite tomboy outfit
Thanks, love!
“Love?” You thought to yourself, who calls someone they just met “Love”?  Is it a British thing?
You watched him walk over to the other side of the store and later helped him and his friends check out at the counter
You had an interesting conversation about cashmere versus alpaca wool while him and his friends payed for the clothes they picked out
The rest of the day, you kept the strange interaction in the back of your mind, wishing you had gotten his name
Once you had finished up closing the shop, you walked out, holding your sketchbook along with your other belongings and began locking the front door of the boutique
There was the sound of expensive shoes slapping against the pavement, but you didn’t think of it because there was always a bunch of rich kids running around this neighborhood
You turned around, only to see the boy from earlier running towards you and slam into you sending your sketchbook flying, papers floating in the air
They settled in the ground revealing your drawings of outfits and cute little reptiles
Oh my, oh dear, I am so sorry, so unbelievably sorry.  Let me help you pick these up, love
“Love? again?” you thought
He bent down and started to gather the pages that were strewn out all over the sidewalk
As the boy helped you pick up your sketches, he began to admire your sketches
These are quite superb!  I love this chameleon you have here!
You weren’t too sure on how to respond, you don’t even know why he ran into you in the first place!  Let alone his name!
Oh, you must be confused a bit on why I ran into you like a madman.  I truly am sorry, I was trying to get here before you closed the shop because, well, this must sound absurd, but I wanted to get your name.  I’m Horace by the way.  I just wanted to talk to you a bit more.
You were a little shocked, but you introduced yourself and the rest is history
You two started going out on the town as friends and it quickly evolved into something else
It wasn’t a surprise when he asked you to go on a real date with him
After a wonderfully planned date, he was walking you home when you both noticed that you were being followed
Millard, I know that you’re following us!  Please come out of the bushes so I can introduce you to her.  I figured this was going to happen sooner than later.  
When nothing stepped out of the bushes even though you heard the sound of rustling leaves
Horace introduced you to Millard, briefly going over the fact that he was invisible, something that seemed a lot more important to you than Horace apparently
I suppose I should explain the rest to you now shouldn’t I?
He took you to a large expensive house on the other side of town, where you were introduced to the rest of the gang
He explained the peculiardom to you, and told you what he could do
You were a little skeptical at first, but quickly realized that he wasn’t joking around
You guys were hanging out at your place when he fell asleep on the couch
This was after a mutual agreement to stop a horror film you guys were watching because of the antagonists’ mutated animal that would have given you both nightmares if you continued
At first Horace was just squirming a bit
Then he started to whimper and cry out for someone that you didn’t know
But you really understood what he was talking about when he shot up from the couch, eyes wide open and glossed over, not really focusing on anything
Oceans will rise to claim what was stolen from them, ashes will fall from the skies to punish the destructive, cities will burn in the name of greed,  after the fog lifts the only remnants will be of those who tried, we will be no longer, six-legged wings will devour us in the end
When he first started talking his voice sounded almost dreamy, but by the time he finished, he was shouting, his limbs flying everywhere, it was as if he was in physical pain, but it was only a dream
As soon as he stopped spewing out apocalyptic riddles, he slipped back into a restless sleep
You were so freaked out that you didn’t let him sleep for long, you woke him up and asked him what that whole thing was about
He told you that he didn’t remember anything he saw or said, and the ones he can’t remember barely every come true
You trusted Horace, so you relaxed and decided to put that horror film you stopped
It took a few scenes to remember why you had shut it off in the first place
Horace started taking a lot of naps at your place, he usually didn’t get a lot of sleep when he went to bed at night due to his visions
You weren’t aware how little sleep he was getting, oh the wonders of concealer 
Sleeping somewhere else didn’t stop the visions of seeing people he didn’t even know get in car accidents, get shot in a back ally, and many other worse things
He wanted to sleep wherever you were because when he would wake up in a cold sweat, he didn’t want to have to explain what he saw to Miss P, or answer Millard’s endless questions, or have to endure Enoch’s rude comments
He wanted to be with you
You would be there for him, if he wanted to talk, you would listen, if he wanted to just sit and think, you would be right next to him
He’d absolutely love your glasses!
He’d love picking out new frames with you
He’d search the whole store to find the perfect pair
And Horace would love to go shopping with you because let’s be real here, Horace is the only peculiar with any fashion sense whatsoever
Do you know happy he would be to have a conversation about fashion with someone who knows what he’s talking about
He would totally buy you outfits at completely random times for absolutely no reason
I just saw this and I knew that you would look spectacular in it, even though you look spectacular in everything under the sky, love
Did I mention that he calls you “love” all the time?
Well, he does and refuses to call you anything else
He has you in his phone (assuming he gets one when he’s out of the loop) as Love
Just Love
When he finds out that you’re vegetarian, he goes on a vegetarian kick himself
He learns a bunch of vegetarian recipes to cook for you guys
And the dishes he cooks taste so  g o o d
Horace totally revamps his own diet to match yours and is the most supportive boyfriend ever
Enoch makes fun of him a lot for it
Horace is would be an amazing boyfriend
I didn’t realize how long I made this!! I hope that you like them and I am so sorry that it took me so long to get to this!  I hope that it was worth the wait!
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thedukedudeinadress · 5 years
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Simple Things In Life - 3
Ships: Remile (A Full Blown Relationship), Prinxiety (New Love), Logicality (A Mutual Crush), Demus (Physical Love)
Warnings: Swearing
Prinxiety - New Love: One
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Perspective (mainly): Virgil
Virgil walked over campus. It was the second week of his freshman year in college & he still only knew Remy, Declan, Remus & Patton (or..he kind of knew Roman, Patton’s friend & Remus brother, too but he didn’t really like him). Patton & Declan was freshmen as well while Remy & Remus (& Roman) were sophomores.
“Hello there, Virge” Patton’s bubbely voice was just loud enough for him to hear through his music.
“Hi, Patton” he said as he took of his headphones & looked up on his friend & noticed that he had a new dress, it was typically 50s, baby blue & white with a paw print on the skirt where the typical poodle usually was placed “I like your dress”
“Thank you! Roman just got it done yesterday! I’m gonna tell him that you liked it” Virgil rolled his eyes at the mention of the theatre nerd but kept it cool.
“Oh, yeah, it’s really cute” Virgil smiled at his friend who smiled back.
“Thanks! Me, Declan, Remy & Roman was gonna get some coffee. Wanna come with?”
“Uhmm.. sure”
“Oh! By the way, Remy wanted to introduce one of his friends so there will be another guy there too, is it still okay?” Virgil looked up at his friend. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to meet someone new but he did want to hang out with Patton.
“Yeah, it’s fine, I need coffee anyway”
They made their way to the cafeteria, got coffee & hot chocolate & went up to the table in the upper corner where Roman already sat.
“Hello there, Pat” he smiled sunnily at his friend before turning towards Virgil, still slightly smiling “Storm cloud”
”Sir sing a lot” Virgil said & sat down at the opposite side of the table from Roman.
“I appreciate that you try” Patton said with a sigh as he sat down next to Roman & Virgil sighed, he wanted to get along with Roman for Patton’s sake but he was so annoying. “Anyway, how’s it going with the dorm thing?”
“Quite good actually” Virgil said.
“Yeah.. except your spider. You should for real just keep her in your room” Roman said annoyed.
“She’s always in her cage! & if you’re gonna complain about Abigail then I’m gonna complain about your cat!”
“What exactly is there to complain about? Rose is an angel!”
“She keeps scratching on my door!”
“She’s a cat! That’s what they do!” Patton took a deep sigh & shook his head as the others kept on complaining about each other’s pets before Remy & Logan showed up.
“Okay, gurls, you are extremely loud & everyone’s staring. Shut. The f. Up” Remy’s voice interrupted the fight & they both looked around before, embarassed, looking down at the table. “Thank you” he said & sat down.
“Hello, guys! Thanks for getting them to stop, Rem”
“They were annoying” Remy said as he sat down next to Virgil. “Anyway, this is Logan! He’s mayoring in teaching just like me but takes like 3 extra lines because he’s a big nerd. Logan, these are my stupid friends, Roman aka theatre nerd & Virgil aka emo nightmare & that’s my not so stupid friend Patton aka sunshine” Logan still stood up & looked at everyone in the order their names was said, Roman made a small gesture with his hand as to say hey & Virgil nodded at him. Patton however..
“Hey! Nice to meet you, Logan!” Patton smiled brightly at him & stretched out his hand & Logan shook it. He stood quiet for a few seconds & looked at Patton.
“Hey, I know who you are, me & my dads used to watch your channel a lot a while back” Patton flushed up slightly & Logan sat down between him & Remy.
“Oh!” Patton chuckled, slightly embarrassed & Remy rolled his eyes & elbowed Logan slightly.
“Dude, you’re way too awkward for a single person”
“What is it now?”
“Really, Lo? You have literally zero social skills”
Virgil sighed slightly, put on his headphones & pulled out a sketchbook & a pen from his backpack. He wasn’t a part of this conversation & would rather not become one.
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Perspective (mainly): Roman
“Virgil! Can you please take Abigail into your room? Patton’s coming over & you know how scared he is of spiders”
“Yeah, yeah” Virgil said & came out in the living room, picked up Abigail’s cage & left.
“Thanks” Roman said & rolled his eyes.
He making tacos for him, Patton & Virgil (if he wanted any) as Patton knocked at the door & he quickly went to open it.
“Hello! I’m making tacos, want some?” Roman said as he returned to the kitchen.
“Yes, please! I’m starving” Patton said & sat down down to pet Rose.
“Hey, Patton” Virgil said as he entered the kitchen & Patton nodded at him. “Can I take one of these, Princey?” He said & pointed at the tacos.
“Go ahead, I was actually planning on offering you some” Virgil looked at him in slight surprise, was Roman actually making him food?
“You’re offering me food? Have you poisoned them?”
“Oh my god! I’m trying to be nice here”
“Please don’t start fighting”
“Sorry, Pat. Roman, I’m sorry for accusing you of trying to poison me”
“Apology accepted. Now take a taco & leave.. if you don’t want to design clothes with us”
“Yeah, I would rather not. Thanks for the food, Princey. Later, Pat” he said as he left the kitchen, taco in hand & returned to his room.
“See ya, Vee” Patton said.
The two went over to the couch & Roman put on his reading glasses, pulled out a sketchbook from his bag & browsed through it, stopping somewhere in the middle, the page had the base sketch for a bouffant dress.
“So, what did we say about this one again?”
“This was supposed to be the Belle inspired dress, right?”
“Yeah, that’s right”
“Then we said basically Belles dress but short” Patton said with a joking undertone.
“Yeah, okay, but like.. which way do we want to do the layering on the skirt? Even layering all around or more on the sides & back? What do you say about the sleeves? Do we want to keep it a classic bouffant or do it without supportive straps & make them fall on the side instead?” Roman made quick sketches as he talked & Patton looked a little overwhelmed when he looked up again & Roman laughed slightly. “Sorry, I forgot you only have design two times a week & that you’re new”
“Uhmm, yeah.. anyway, I like that one” he said & pointed at the sketch with classic sleeves with more layers at the sides.
“Okay, so classic sleeves & side layered skirt it is” Roman said & started to layer the skirt at the main sketch.
“Yes” Patton said & looked at the sketch as Roman added details & realised something. “Oh! By the way, Virgil said he liked this dress”
“That’s nice but doesn’t he say that about all of your dresses tho?” Roman said without any reaction whatsoever, usually it didn’t really mean anything special when people complimented Patton’s dresses because they gave all of his dresses compliments justt because Patton had them. He still really appreciated the compliments but it still felt kind of.. off, somehow. Most ot the time, people didn’t compliment the dresses because they liked the dress but because they liked Patton.
“Virgil? No” now Roman slipped with his pen.
“Fuck” he said quietly & carefully erased it. “He doesn’t?”
“He never lies. Overreact he does a lot but he doesn’t lie. If he doesn’t like something, he either says nothing or he’s clear about it. He doesn’t really say ‘unnecessary’ things, such as compliments, if he doesn’t think it’s deserved either” Roman’s cheeks caught a bright pink tint. He didn’t often accept compliments but this somehow got to him.
“Tha- that’s really nice of him then”
Patton & Roman sat & discussed the dress for an hour & then they just casually hanged out for an hour before Patton left. Roman hugged him goodbye & when he had left he decided that he wanted to say thanks to Virgil for the compliment so he walked over to his room & knocked carefully.
“Virgil, can I come in?”
“Yeh” Virgil said just loud enough so Roman could hear him & Roman opened the door.
“I just wanted to say than-“ he stopped talking when he actually properly looked at Virgil. He sat & shaked on his bed, hugging his legs & cryed. “Virgil, are you okay?” He said & quickly walked over to Virgil & sat down next to him.
“I- I-“ he stopped & hugged Roman & buried his face in his neck. Roman was surprised but he didn’t shiver.
“Virge, name five things you can see” Virgil looked up & looked around them.
“Abigail, the door, the walls, the closet, you”
“Good, now four things you can touch”
“The bed, the wall, my clothes, you”
“Perfect, now three things you can hear”
“Birds, someone walking in the corridor, Rose” Virgil’s voice was calmer now.
“Amazing, now two things you can smell”
“Tacos, you”
“You’re doing amazing, lastly, one thing you can taste”
Without thinking Virgil leaned forward & kissed Roman. Roman’s eyes widened with surprise.
“You” Virgil took a few seconds before realising what he just did “Oh my g-! I’m sorry! Fuck. I- I-“
“Virgil, it’s fine, just remain calm, please” Virgil looked at him.
“I- I just kissed you & you’re asking me to remain calm?!”
“Yes, I’m asking you to remain calm! I don’t like to see you panic” Roman’s voice was filled with concern which made Virgil froze. He looked at Roman, did- did Roman care about him? No, Roman hated him & he hated Roman. ..right?
“Yo- you- what?”
“I don’t like to see you panic. I- I can’t explain it but it makes me feel... I don’t know.. sad? Not for myself tho.. I- I don’t know” Virgil looked wide eyed on Roman, he was describing how it felt to see someone you deeply cared about feel bad.
“So you didn’t mind me kissing you & now you’re describing how it feels to see someone you deeply care about feeling bad?” Roman shivered when he realised how accurate Virgil was.
“I- I- I guess that’s kind of the situation, yes”
“But- but you hate me” Roman tilted his head, wrinkled his eyebrows & looked at Virgil.
“Says who?”
“I- me? No one? I don’t know.. I just-“
“You just assumed.. because I’m an assho-”
“EXCUSE ME?! You’re not an asshole! You’re nice &- & you actually try! & you’re hot-“ Virgil cupped his hands over his mouth & Roman flushed up.
“I’m hot?”
“I- I mean- uh.. I mean.. maybe?” Virgil’s face went all red & he looked down.
“Okay, good to know” Roman said & chuckled slightly. “You’re really cute all flushed up like that, you know?” Virgil looked up at Roman. Did Roman just call him cute?
“I- I- can I kiss you again?” Roman’s eyes widened & instead of answering in words he leaned forward & kissed Virgil quickly, he however stayed close to his face in hope of Virgil to kiss him.. which he did, deeply. Roman hummed satisfied before breaking the kiss.
“I am so confused of what’s happening right now but I really don’t care” Roman said & scoffed.
“Heh, me neither” Virgil said & kissed Roman again.
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Perspective (mainly): Virgil
“...& then- VIRGIL!” Remy snapped his fingers loudly next to his ear & he shivered & opened his eyes.
“Huh? Yes?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I- I’m fine” he yawned & continued “I just didn’t sleep much last night”
Virgil & Remy sat at the table in the upper corner of the cafeteria that now was known as ‘the normal table’. It was Thursday morning & they were waiting for classes to start.
“You didn’t slee-“
“Hey, Remy” Roman’s tired voice interrupted him & Remy looked at him with squinted eyes as he sat down. “Hot topic”
“Jim handsome”
“Interesting nicknames, guys... I also like your matching eye bags” Virgil & Roman looked at Remy & then each other.
“He already have it figured out, don’t he?” Virgil said.
“Seems like it.. should we just-?”
“Yeah”
“Okay” Roman sighed & then looked Remy in his eyes. “If you dare to even mention that you think something is going on between us to anyone”
“We will kill you” Virgil added.
“Okaaay! Uhm.. I feel like I figured this out way to early”
“We don’t even know what’s happening” Roman said.
“We just (kinda) randomly started making out yesterday”
“& now we’re just confused”
“It’s for real almost scary how you talk as if you’re one person right now” Remy said “..if Emile was here he would start talking about Steven Universe & fusions” when he talked about his boyfriend his voice was filled of happiness & his face lit up.
“That’s great & all but please turn down the brightness on your face? I’m tired & it’s super bright” Virgil said & layed his head down at the table.
“Oh! I bought you an energy drink” Roman said & pulled a can out of his bag & slided it over to Virgil.
“I would’ve said ‘I love you’ but after yesterday that feels a little weird but you get the idea” Virgil said & opened the can & Roman laughed.
“Yeah, I get it”
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Roman & Virgil (& Remy) held the.. thing secret for about a month before Patton caught them making out on the roof. They had put effort in trying to act the same as before, still being rude to each other etc but in the end that didn’t really matter. Patton had been slightly upset about the fact that his two best friends had both kept it a secret from him & when he had gotten to know that Remy had known since the beginning he was upset for real. However, after an explanation on how Remy knew & why they had kept it a secret he was kind of okay with it.
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A/N: So.. if you couldn’t tell this takes time in the beginning of the school year & uhm.. yeah. When Patton caught Roman & Virgil making out they had been dating for real for about two weeks but they were still kind of figuring things out & wasn’t planning on telling anyone for a while but.. yeah, lol. FAIL!
Tag list: @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @thatweriddoodlingllama @the-cactus-lord
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jajko493 · 5 years
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I decided to sketch out my Enderal Prophetess, since I’ve already drawn her twice. While ingame I can’t quite play with her clothes, I kinda see her in this outfit in my head. The background is literally just a scribble, so as to not leave space empty tho, mhhh. More about her in the full post, and spoilers up until the end of the game are aplenty. It’s a long one, I can’t seem to be able to be more concise!
Her name is Rak’hel. Her name, rather than being pronounced as Rachel (sir Firespark would most probably beg to differ), goes like this: rack-hell, with a very hard h. She’s half-Qyranian, obviously.
She’s a particularly tall woman, towering over many. She cut her hair shortly before leaving for Enderal, seeing it as troublesome to maintain while traveling. Three scars are present on her face, gained from a fight with a particularly meddlesome customer, not pleased with his soup. With but a bit of grace and her usual stern expression, she could be perceived as emotionless. Paired with her reluctancy to speak much and sparse shows of being emotional, it is no wonder. One who gets closer, though, gets to experience a range of both quiet and loud feelings dwelling inside.
When worried about you, she definitely would try to stick close to you, to the point of keeping some physical contact at all times, hoping to never have the chance to see something bad happen.
Were you to anger her, by showing extreme lack of respect by walking out mid quarrel, leaving her helpless and unable to finish the topic, she wouldn’t scream - but it’d be visible. With clear rage on her face, she could even slam her fist on the wall, the table (not a person, never!). Afterwards, her glass would be filled with mead and wine until the next day, to empty her head of worries and thoughts. Reason as well.
Goodness, at least she’s strong when it comes to alcohol.
‘That son of a Vatyr is going to regret this’, she spoke into her cup, gripping it as if planning to break it.
When happy, her expression softens, revealing a delicate smile. One blemished with a scar on the left side of her rip, slightly pulling it upwards. Definitely expect jokes, and not just the proper kind! She isn’t squeamish when it comes to physical pleasures.
She doesn’t remember much of her childhood, with her mind repressing the memories due to events related to her house burning down, which she can’t quite forget, due to frequent nightmares making her relive the event in horrible ways. It’s not as if she’s eager to discuss and exactly remember what happened, anyway.
She toiled away her teenage years mostly in kitchens of inns and taverns, training herself to maybe, just maybe, open one of her own in the future - though that prospect became as distant as it possibly could, with Nehrim being swayed by chaos of war after the death of Lightborn. With her workplace burnt down by the time she was 25, alongside her long time friend, Sirius, she decided to look for a new one in Enderal.
There, she quickly picked up alchemy, seeing it as an extension of cooking. Do not let her do both at the same time. Separately, she creates dishes that taste just like home and high quality concoctions. Mix them, and you just might find ghost wrappings in your tomato soup. Or worse - tomato in your stamina poison. She’s willing to take any challenge, there are no impossible recipes - only more difficult ones.
‘There are no negative effects in cures, or beneficial factors in venoms. There are only well- and badly distilled elixirs.’
Though not well versed in contract, she trains her muscle with swords, preferring two-handed to one-handed. Not quite logically, she prefers light armor to the heavy variety.
Suddenly gaining the ability to use magic was initially shocking. Tragically inspired by the two Apothecari, Finn and Carbos, whom she briefly met at the start of her journey in Enderal, she decided to teach herself in the school of Restoration.
If all went well in her adventures, she’d wish to gather enough money from her adventures to open an inn with place for healers beside it. If not as well, then at least she could manage traveling by herself, with potions she made (especially with the ability to recite every combination for health potion and ambrosia) and magic. Any companions she had - she could save.
‘All to not be left alone.’
And yet, after befriending some in the Order and outside of it, finding a soulmate in a certain cynical, yet endearing mercenary, she once again felt alone. Working alongside everyone against the incoming Cleansing, which felt closer and closer with each step towards stopping it. She figured a last-ditch effort would be necessary to counteract it. Learning that not only was she one of the key elements in bringing it to reality struck her deeply. On top of that, she wasn’t even fully real or alive - despite how alive has she felt exploring the wilderness of the Dark Valley, or hiding during a sandstorm close to Duneville. If, as the Black Guardian said, her dear one turned out to not have survived as well, she wasn’t sure she’d bother saving Vyn.
‘Hopeless’, she muttered. ‘Absolutely hopeless.’
But he was alive, and, by the Gods! He was there with her. And what more reassurance could she need? She stood next to him in battles, he survived her fury after running away, he wanted a future with her. But...
From the choices she could take, only one of them could lead to them staying together - and it was the most painful one. 
Her decision, in the end, was to sacrifice herself to give this world a bit more time to figure out how to save itself. Shaping a new humanity into better kind was not something she deemed herself to be capable of. What she could do, however, is believe in the one she allowed to fly away on a Myrad before effectively dissolving into nonexistence.
...yeah, no. She wasn’t quite so willing to sacrifice herself. It wasn’t a suicide - it was a challenge, and the name of it was Dreamflower Elixir.
Having brewed it on her own, she wasn’t sure it was done well, and if it would work. She struck the Black Stones of the Beacon without believing she’d make it through. Could she cheat the Death itself?
Surprisingly, she opened her eyes again, after already accepting she was done for.
For all intents and purposes, she’d never again say she ‘woke up’ - and she was right about it. All the traveling and adventures she met on her path, whether alone or accompanied by her loved one, she took as just another chapter of a dream, granted to her as a reward for giving up her chance at fleeting, but real happiness.
Throughout endless conversations, she’d always go back to this very line of thought.
‘It is most probably a dream, but it’s not as if I mind, she declared in the same calm voice as always, despite the protests of her partner. Standing with her back against the railing of veranda with admittedly a dreamy view, in a gown that left little to imagine, she spouted what one could perceive as nothing but utter nonsense at times. ‘I welcome it, in fact. I am with you, and that matters to me. But it could have been different, you know. Maybe not as nice. But goodness... Just, the fact that it is so nice is what keeps me uncertain. Only Malphas would know the truth, I suppose.’
Indeed, she was dreaming. In a split of second, the Dreamflower created a soft cushion of illusion to shield her from reality. And it started showing cracks - it’s no good for it when the dreamer is too aware.
It all had to go deeper.
When she turned around after being met with no response to her monologue, she saw that she was alone. Furthermore, after blinking to make sure it wasn’t the peaceweed affecting her vision, she noticed she wasn’t even on the veranda anymore. Instead, she stood in a pure, white space, with a field of lightly glowing nightflowers at her feet. One more glance around, and she was met with The Veiled--- no, not her.
A veiled woman. But a different one, with a flower attached on the side of her head. By the gods, what kind of sick joke is her mind playing on her?
Then, she presented her an offer, almost too good to be true. Yet, Rak’hel somehow believed in it.
She was given a chance to start anew. Explore a different eventuality. Not leave the dream to experience the future, but try again, and possibly change it?
Utter foolishness. Absolutely unreal.
But, if magic was all about exploring different eventualities... Maybe this was one where that could actually happen?
Swayed by the prospect of seeing Enderal again, she agreed. With a snap of the woman’s finger, Rak’hel blinked and---
She was woken up from a nightmare by Sirius. She sat there dazed for a couple of seconds, before chuckling at her friend’s joke. If they had a penny for all the times he did it, they’d be traveling in their own starship, and she’d definitely have a barber cut her hair beforehand. It’s getting too long and troublesome.
Some people like to create fluffy AUs where everyone is happy, some like to instead torture their characters even more. Guess I’m the second one.
Kinda prompted into writing by this song.
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hellscookies · 5 years
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Thing about dreams is they slip through your hands too fast. If you dont actively hold on to them and store them fast, they're gone forever. I think you can learn a lot about what's going on in your life by writing them out.
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I think I'm going to start posting my recent dreams/nightmares for therapeutical value from time to time. I'm sorry for anyone trying to make sense of them, or my writing, as I'm usually still waking up as I write them out.
🌜Backache Fueled Nightmare🌛
Where: Sitting at the park with a friend against a concrete "square" with "vents"- I think it's proly air filtration system that attaches from/ to the high school (or a neighbouring ?elementary school)where I'm a student.
When: Highschool, which was many moons ago for me, but oddly enough it feels like I never left in this dream.
What and Who and not really a why: Said friend and I smoke a joint and have a good conversation. Both of us venting about school politics. Although we both note that we're feeling invisible today, there are many people at the park right now doing their own thing. There are no adults around to worry about as we hang out. Many kids are in groups, or cliques, but there are also others that are on their own, studying, or reading, or just with their headphones on, and then there are others in pairs like us. There is even a pimple faced couple making out on the bench in front of us 🤯
I stand up and ask my friend to wait there for me because we have so much more to talk about, but that I need to go back into the school to use the washroom. I grab my bag, and as I get up from where we've been sitting, I notice she is one pack short of having a full carton of ciggies sticking out the top of her backpack. She says she'll wait for me, that I'm her ride or die.
What a coincidence that we both smoke the same brand of cigs and I've just bought a carton myself this a.m. and I have already dug into the first pack.
No wonder we are friends I think, and laugh, dismissing it.
I enter the school and out of laziness, I try to use the women's washroom attached to the school's faculty lounge.
No one ever goes in there after school, I should be good I think.
I'm immediately grabbed sternly by the arm by a creepy janitor. Pain shoots through my right arm. Annoyed, I tell him that stings! He does not even try to apologize, he says students are strickly not permitted in the faculty lounge. I notice the lounge is full of teachers and staff. I can see there is a huge sheetcake(no cookies🥴) and coffee being passed around, and a lot of balding big bellied men, and older women wearing awful floral patterns and heavy makeup. Note to self...dont cake on that makeup(or the cake)when I get older. As I turn around to leave, he tells me again, and I roll my eyes but I dont argue. What a condescending prick. My tummy rumbles a bit. I decide to use the washroom on the second floor near my locker so I can grab the lunch I didn't even touch.
On my way, I think back to my friends carton of ciggies. Was it just a coincidence that she has the same brand of carton with only 1 pack gone? Is it possible she took mine? I've never doubted her loyalty. She's always been so trustworthy, so I quickly dismiss the thought with a lol.
I'm so caught up in these thoughts, I accidentally open the door to the boys bathroom and as Im about to go in, some dude follows in behind me. I say, omg is this the boys washroom? He says oh yeah and I say something about it being a rhetorical question. The dude has such a pretty face and a huge head of hair that I almost mistake him for being a girl. The hairy legs give it away.
I turn around and go into the girls washroom. Every stall has a mirror in it. I pick the stall at the very end of the room hoping it will shelter me with the most amount of privacy. I need to check my bag for that carton of ciggies. Sighing, I find it exactly where it's supposed to be. I silently wish I could be a better friend, but it's so hard to trust people. I use the toilet, apply some lip gloss and high tail it out of the school.
With my doubts about my friend behind me, I hope she's waited for me because a good half an hour must have gone by! Funny thing is I knew she'd be there.
With a sense of relief, I see her sitting on the same cement block where I left her, smoking a cigarette and listening to her ipod. She has a journal out and seems to be sketching something quite seriously. She tucks it away quickly tho when she notices me walking up. I place my bag on the opposite side of us against the concrete wall and light up a ciggie. I sit down next to her with her backpack lodged between us. I notice her carton is now a couple packs lighter.
I'm more interested in her sketch, so I don't ask her about it right away. What was she sketching anyways? She's hesitant, but shows me the drawing and it's really incredible and I tell her so. She's sketched the couple making out from earlier, who are now no longer there. She says she wonders if she'll die a virgin.
Proly got themselves a room I say, and we laugh.
There is some small talk as we decide where to go from here because we've been here long enough - we already spend half our lives at school and it's the weekend. Although there are still some people in the park, most have left. I get this creepy feeling like we are being watched. I tell her about it and she says she feels the same way. She admits that she put her headphones on after I left because she swore she heard someone laughing behind her, but when she turned around to look, no one was there. I ask her now what happened to her carton of cigs? I feel a bee sting pain on my hip as she notices her smokes have disappeared. She's really upset. As she's saying something about how stupid she is, and that someone's upped them, I look over to my bag on the left and see a hand reach through the vent slits in the concrete wall we're sitting against. Everything moves in slow motion. In an absolute dream of a haze, I witness the hand eerily loop a finger around the strap of my phone and my phone disappears through the vent slit along with the fingers of that hand.
I now notice that my friend is sitting against solid concrete and that I've been sitting along the vent slits along with my bag. I know someone is behind me in those vents, but I feel like I'm pinned up against them and I can't move. I try to say something about it, but I choke and the words don't come out. I feel drugged. I am becoming instantly aware that I've been drugged with something very potent. Is this what heroin feels like? I try to reach my purse but I cannot extend my arm or even move from where I'm sitting. The hand appears again and this time it pulls my wallet from my bag. I'm screaming on the inside. Then the hand takes everything else-parts of my lunch, my keys, and then packs of ciggies while all the while my friend is still rambling on and staring out into space. I can't believe she doesnt see me and what is happening. I cannot believe NO ONE sees what is happening. I try with all my might to move away from there but I can't.
Strangely, and foreboding, I hear laughter and I am awake.
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요호 (Fox Spirit) 6.15.2019
Finally..;;; Started this back at 2018 and NOW it's complete Xd Despite this work being postponed for like.. myriad times, I'm really glad I was able to finish it this year, now that I've improved more on several levels than my "May of 2018"-self ^ㅂ^
Still got a long way to go, but am blissful of seeing how this turned out to be. 2 6  F R I C K I N '  H O U R S! Took me two sleepless days to draw this;;; It was rushed in the end, due to how worn out I was, begging for it to be completed as soon as possible XDD Never expected for this to take longer than the "MCU Loki" drawing I did not so while ago, which took 17 hours. Drawing Loki before this actually did a lot of help, since for that piece, I had no idea on how to draw reflective objects, which in that case, were the gold armor+decorations Loki wears. This kinda forced me to find methods of painting reflective objects, especially on how they're supposed to be done. Reference pics provided a bit of knowledge to keep me going on painting Loki. Aaaaand now back to this freshly-painted image.. I guess the experience on drawing Loki didn't go to waste, as I was much more competent in shading and highlighting the reflective accessories of this character without looking at any reference (well.. except for the concept art for this character.. I may have designed him, but I still occasionally forget his appearance;;; oh yeah, and also the patterns Xd). Hours wasted on the patterns alone.. worth it tho.
Probably the most trouble I had on this work were the patterns; since this character (along with several others of "his kind") tends to reflect his "character" through his clothing (such as long sleeves = covering hands = sign of respect), I had to look up sooo many images of patterns on oriental clothing to get the idea on how I should design them. Really wanted symbols of freedom depicted through his physical ability (aerokinesis) and mentality, hence concluding to add cloud and white rose patterns on his robe (white rose is a sign of spirituality, innocence, humility, purity, and sympathy). Kinda thought of using the exact designs found online for this image and credit them, since I've seen many artists who actually trace patterns, buildings, designs, etc. on Google images (probably cuz the original artists are usually ancient or somethin...?~.~;9) I wasn't sure if it's a vice or not, despite many talented artist using and tracing them, so I thought of designing the patterns my own while containing some of the aspects of the original wallpapers I've retrieved the designs from. I kinda.. just scribbled random designs on top of some of the traced lines, and with the power of COPY☆PASTA, I was able to come up with something quite... "messy but kinda pleasing to look at" patterns (at least in my eyes, that is).
Conclusion? Well.. 40% of the time taken on drawing the lineart, 30% on filling colors in between the hair+fur, 20% on drawing the patterns, 10% on copy-pasting the flying petals, and 100% wrist-snapping effort (ok, my math is totally wrong, but you get the point, right?). Was very fun to do, but I really don't think I'll do any big artworks like this one over here for the next few months lol;;;
Speedpaint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYgGUHVp5cs
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