Style practice w/ my Stormlight oc!!
She literally has. No backstory other than
•Skybreaker
•Oldblood
•Her tattoo is intentionally(on her part) based off of Nale’s crescent tattoo
Shrug. ANYWAYS I LPVE HER<333
Criticism & suggestions welcome!!!
[ID: An illustration of a tan young woman from the bust up. She has semi curly black hair, put into two long braids, with pale yellow eyes. She’s wearing a high collared, jean blue shirt with a bulky brown cloak, & earrings with blue gemstones in them. She has a blue tattoo under her eye in the shape of a circle-crescent. She has a beauty mark under the left side of her mouth. To her left, a handwritten title saying “Alani & Zenel”. To her right, a rip in space hovers next to her.]
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Being an Alberich means planning to perfection.
Even after the fall of their nation, their clan still upholds that belief.
And so, he planned to perfection.
Every single page on their written history is burned to a crisp, ensuring that no one could fully trace the plot back to them so easily.
Careful maneuvering around Teyvat ensures that no one would recognize him and his son should they do a search.
And then there is the storm that is bound to arrive soon, if the gray skies are to be trusted.
The storm will surely last long, and it will wash away his footsteps, his scent, and his image from any wandering eyes. They will not be able to track him down as soon as he leaves his son.
He notices his son from the corner of his eyes, glancing at him. His tiny (too tiny) hands fiddle with the edge of his worn-out cloak in anxiety, aware of what is to come.
Kaeya, his dearest son Kaeya... he is smart, brave, and strong. He will be an amazing spy. It's just... he was just so young...
Still, they had no one else who could do it, and so, he equips the child with as much knowledge as he possibly could.
He taught him how to speak, read, and write in common, gave him basic skills for any sort of weapon, and showed him how to plan like a leader of a nation.
He believes that his son, as young as he is, is ready for the mission.
What he worries for is everything else about his son.
Kaeya is a wonderful and loving soul - a kind-hearted child. He would catch his son watching the world with awe and wonder in his eyes. Everything about Teyvat fascinated him. He could hear the light clanking in his child's pockets, full of trinkets he had collected on their journey to Mondstadt.
He has scolded his child about those trinkets because they make too much noise, yet the child stubbornly keeps them ( his child instead learned to be silent). He is not immune to his child's begging eyes. He lets the child keep the trinkets.
He wonders if he would have spoiled his child in another life with shiny trinkets and pretty shells.
Perhaps in a perfect life, Kaeya would have been the perfect son, and he would have been his son's perfect fa-
Thunder and lightning put a stop to his thoughts.
Now was not the time to dream.
Love and kindness are risks to their plans, especially for the role his child has to play.
A spy has no space for a heart. A heart could get you killed.
He tells this to his son. The boy nods, mildly in confusion, unsure of what he means just yet. His son would understand someday.
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The first few drops of the rain start to pour.
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He is an Alberich with a perfect plan.
He is not a perfect father.
He never could be the moment their nation fell.
His heart is plagued with fear for his son and anger at the archons - at Celestia - for forcing their hands to do such tactics.
He glances at a distance instead of at his son to make the child know that the hatred was not for him. Kaeya has to know the hatred is not and never will be for him.
He hopes Kaeya could forgive him for this, but he is their only hope.
The rain grows stronger. He leaves without turning back. He feels the stare of his child haunt him anyway.
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finished commission for my friend, ventii 🌟
[ID: A digital, rendered piece of a vulpera, Ikora, petting a baby white dragon, Spoils. Ikora is sitting by the dragon egg pool, amusedly looking down towards Spoils, who returns her look with endearment.
End ID.]
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How about, 003, Charlotte?
You may notice an agenda already [D;} can you believe there are only three women in the whole world? (Half-joke)
woaw........ thtree womaaon..........
How I feel about this character:
SHE NEEDED MORE SCREENTIME ISTG i get into it in another question but like AUUUGH they literally did NOTHING with her character and it pains me (also i really like her model in knack 1 lol)
All the people I ship romantically with this character:
the doctor i guess??? they're canonically married does that count
My non-romantic OTP for this character:
her being a mother figure to knack and lucas is really cute and wonderful and brings me joy
My unpopular opinion about this character:
again idk if this is unpopular but i feel like she didn't serve much purpose in the first game other than an attempt at a plot twist that was poorly executed lol (still love her though)
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
FOR THE LOVE OF GODDDDDDDD DO MORE WITH THE CONFLICT BETWEEN HUMANS AND GOBLINS. PLESASSE YOU HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER!!!!!!!! mark cerny when i fucking GET YOU (more serious answer: i wish the relationship between her and gundahar was explored more. in the first game it goes absolutely nowhere lorewise and it's completely forgotten in the second one like Come On Man its not that hard to write something at least halfway decent)
My OTP:
see above
My OT3:
also see above
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the idea getting isekaid into your last WIP always kills me because my current story wips are either 1. post canon gobus comic exploring what it means to be human 2. eiji and ankh post canon post ressurrection going around the world trying different ice cream from all across the world and being in love 3. cieliefs story. which is based off my own abuse and trauma and about surviving and escaping abuse and breaking out of the cycle. so if i got isekaid into that its like oh god damn it im me but i have wings and this is like a fantasy metaphor version of my abuse. at least i have wings.
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