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@BrightHeaven
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@SassmasterMaxie
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@Uyi
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@Kairos
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@Renaiwom
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@October
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@MamaCapricorn
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@Nyllei Hopefully I got these right! I did grass leis and gave each a flower~
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@EverAthena
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@sirspiderider
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@Nyllei Hopefully I got these right! I did grass leis and gave each a flower~
@EverAthena
@sirspiderider
@EverAthena
@sirspiderider
@ColoradoBlues I love them! Thank you so much for doing fodder art!
@ColoradoBlues I love them! Thank you so much for doing fodder art!
I love pings! Don't be afraid to ping me; I tend to miss a lot of replies, even if they're right after my own post, so please, please ping if you want me to see!
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@ColoradoBlues THEY ARE SO GOOD
thank you so much
thank you so much
@ColoradoBlues THEY ARE SO GOOD
thank you so much
thank you so much
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[center]Vune could recall the day she was ripped away from her family. How the guards pried her snot-addled fingers from her mother and her father shooed her from the castle and the city itself as if nothing more than a rat to be thrown to the wilderness.
She knew there were others. Festering like sores upon the family name. None of them could compare to her grace, her regal shining. Gaze skyward but unwilling to realise the nose turned up at those she deemed beneath her, nails clutching the fabric of her clothes as if she feared to lose what lingering remnant of her family. Vune was determined to find the threads of bloodline no matter how faint.
Those around Vune could attest that she was a pretty-faced cherub sitting atop the pedestal and lavishing the praise like bees to fine honey. But those who knew her well could firmly attest to her foul, outrageous temper. She threw lit logs in the midst of an argument, eyes wide and lips curled into an ugly snarl. She was not a woman to cross, nor one to gesture to. Conversations with her were either scarce or altogether avoided. And yet she batted thick eyelashes, falsified a half-hearted apology, and laughed off complaints.
At her core, she could not begin to care for the opinions of others. She was a creature of ego, one of little care for petty feelings. She held little regard for getting along, and Vune often made her opinion overt to those who made an attempt to voice their thoughts among her.
The clan, to her, was a vessel. A means of transportation and company so that she may further her own end. She felt her search was endless. Any tidbit of tantalising information could not begin to satisfy her eager curiosity. Her desire to compare herself not only to her siblings but to her parents. Rumours remained adrift of a chosen heir to the father she longed to see again, and the idea that a child resided in a place she rightfully owned infuriated her into a silence, a rare and often frightful occasion.
She remained quiet. Days seemed to trickle thick like syrup and yet her lips though lax remained so, gaze somewhat lost. Her volatile temper had the clan contemplate in silence, thinking perhaps time could offer her what they could not. And Vune often modelled herself as a woman who needed no creature of mortal birth in order to flourish.
But in the dead of night, she lost herself entirely.
She looked at her hands, no longer her own, but drenched in the midnight blue and lost to the shadows. Her nose no longer hung in the air but pointed down to the rich soil, gaze stretching over the grass and chest clenching with a foreboding sense of loss she did not know she could harbour.
She could not escape the thought. The thought that after all this searching, her family would not even want her. She sought the approval of no creature, and yet the contemplation that perhaps she was abandoned, and not lost, threatened to crush her beating heart into her ribs. A thought so pain-addled, so mind numbingly broken, her eyes began to sting with fresh tears. They were wide, fearful and childish, her arms coiled around herself and she released a shaking breath to the cold sky.
And in these dark moments, she could not even utter a cry for help. She longed for the hold of her mother’s hand, or her father’s shushed comfort. Vune could not believe that they would leave her to die. She simply could not. But in order to truly know, she must find her siblings. An ultimate truth as to their scattering. How so many could have ventured so far, she wondered, why anyone would want to be apart from their family. She would do anything to be closer to them.
In the effulgence of a new morning, her mask was firmly in place, and she uttered a squawk of laughter at the expense of a complaint, her hair pushed behind her shoulder and her nose lifting. She looked down at everyone, a woman who spared no mercy in the belittlement of others. But she feared to look in any other direction. She feared if her eyes should stray, she might catch herself, catch the vision of a beast staring back at her, laughing in mockery and wearing her clothes and mimicking her face. But the thoughts were shoved aside as the journey began again.
Vune enjoyed hurting others. In small ways, in any ways. She revelled in the discomfort, in the distance. She liked to laugh at misfortune. For a short, brief moment, it made her forget herself. She played into the evils of the world and basked in the new feeling of taunting another. If she belittled others, she could not find the time to belittle herself. She allowed the enemy of self to become the enemy of others. If only for a moment, she was free of her self-loathing and her guilt.
But Vune knew herself to be soon on the path of a sibling. Rumours hidden in the corners of inns of the king’s children tightened the thread ever closer to Vune. Her agitation did not grow undetected by the clan, though they kept to themselves, unwilling to engage her in a potential argument. They knew little of the king, but they knew less still of the abandoned siblings.
Vune was closer to answers. Closer to knowing, just an inkling. She could not sleep the night she camped, kept up by the stirrings of her addled mind. It lashed out at her, berated her for her actions, and tore her apart until she could not stand the silence of her tent, escaping into the night air to involve herself even with just the breeze. The shaking of trees steadied the shaking of her hands, and she settled, lingering in her thoughts.
@bittersweetlove
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Vune could recall the day she was ripped away from her family. How the guards pried her snot-addled fingers from her mother and her father shooed her from the castle and the city itself as if nothing more than a rat to be thrown to the wilderness.
She knew there were others. Festering like sores upon the family name. None of them could compare to her grace, her regal shining. Gaze skyward but unwilling to realise the nose turned up at those she deemed beneath her, nails clutching the fabric of her clothes as if she feared to lose what lingering remnant of her family. Vune was determined to find the threads of bloodline no matter how faint.
Those around Vune could attest that she was a pretty-faced cherub sitting atop the pedestal and lavishing the praise like bees to fine honey. But those who knew her well could firmly attest to her foul, outrageous temper. She threw lit logs in the midst of an argument, eyes wide and lips curled into an ugly snarl. She was not a woman to cross, nor one to gesture to. Conversations with her were either scarce or altogether avoided. And yet she batted thick eyelashes, falsified a half-hearted apology, and laughed off complaints.
At her core, she could not begin to care for the opinions of others. She was a creature of ego, one of little care for petty feelings. She held little regard for getting along, and Vune often made her opinion overt to those who made an attempt to voice their thoughts among her.
The clan, to her, was a vessel. A means of transportation and company so that she may further her own end. She felt her search was endless. Any tidbit of tantalising information could not begin to satisfy her eager curiosity. Her desire to compare herself not only to her siblings but to her parents. Rumours remained adrift of a chosen heir to the father she longed to see again, and the idea that a child resided in a place she rightfully owned infuriated her into a silence, a rare and often frightful occasion.
She remained quiet. Days seemed to trickle thick like syrup and yet her lips though lax remained so, gaze somewhat lost. Her volatile temper had the clan contemplate in silence, thinking perhaps time could offer her what they could not. And Vune often modelled herself as a woman who needed no creature of mortal birth in order to flourish.
But in the dead of night, she lost herself entirely.
She looked at her hands, no longer her own, but drenched in the midnight blue and lost to the shadows. Her nose no longer hung in the air but pointed down to the rich soil, gaze stretching over the grass and chest clenching with a foreboding sense of loss she did not know she could harbour.
She could not escape the thought. The thought that after all this searching, her family would not even want her. She sought the approval of no creature, and yet the contemplation that perhaps she was abandoned, and not lost, threatened to crush her beating heart into her ribs. A thought so pain-addled, so mind numbingly broken, her eyes began to sting with fresh tears. They were wide, fearful and childish, her arms coiled around herself and she released a shaking breath to the cold sky.
And in these dark moments, she could not even utter a cry for help. She longed for the hold of her mother’s hand, or her father’s shushed comfort. Vune could not believe that they would leave her to die. She simply could not. But in order to truly know, she must find her siblings. An ultimate truth as to their scattering. How so many could have ventured so far, she wondered, why anyone would want to be apart from their family. She would do anything to be closer to them.
In the effulgence of a new morning, her mask was firmly in place, and she uttered a squawk of laughter at the expense of a complaint, her hair pushed behind her shoulder and her nose lifting. She looked down at everyone, a woman who spared no mercy in the belittlement of others. But she feared to look in any other direction. She feared if her eyes should stray, she might catch herself, catch the vision of a beast staring back at her, laughing in mockery and wearing her clothes and mimicking her face. But the thoughts were shoved aside as the journey began again.
Vune enjoyed hurting others. In small ways, in any ways. She revelled in the discomfort, in the distance. She liked to laugh at misfortune. For a short, brief moment, it made her forget herself. She played into the evils of the world and basked in the new feeling of taunting another. If she belittled others, she could not find the time to belittle herself. She allowed the enemy of self to become the enemy of others. If only for a moment, she was free of her self-loathing and her guilt.
But Vune knew herself to be soon on the path of a sibling. Rumours hidden in the corners of inns of the king’s children tightened the thread ever closer to Vune. Her agitation did not grow undetected by the clan, though they kept to themselves, unwilling to engage her in a potential argument. They knew little of the king, but they knew less still of the abandoned siblings.
Vune was closer to answers. Closer to knowing, just an inkling. She could not sleep the night she camped, kept up by the stirrings of her addled mind. It lashed out at her, berated her for her actions, and tore her apart until she could not stand the silence of her tent, escaping into the night air to involve herself even with just the breeze. The shaking of trees steadied the shaking of her hands, and she settled, lingering in her thoughts.
@bittersweetlove
She knew there were others. Festering like sores upon the family name. None of them could compare to her grace, her regal shining. Gaze skyward but unwilling to realise the nose turned up at those she deemed beneath her, nails clutching the fabric of her clothes as if she feared to lose what lingering remnant of her family. Vune was determined to find the threads of bloodline no matter how faint.
Those around Vune could attest that she was a pretty-faced cherub sitting atop the pedestal and lavishing the praise like bees to fine honey. But those who knew her well could firmly attest to her foul, outrageous temper. She threw lit logs in the midst of an argument, eyes wide and lips curled into an ugly snarl. She was not a woman to cross, nor one to gesture to. Conversations with her were either scarce or altogether avoided. And yet she batted thick eyelashes, falsified a half-hearted apology, and laughed off complaints.
At her core, she could not begin to care for the opinions of others. She was a creature of ego, one of little care for petty feelings. She held little regard for getting along, and Vune often made her opinion overt to those who made an attempt to voice their thoughts among her.
The clan, to her, was a vessel. A means of transportation and company so that she may further her own end. She felt her search was endless. Any tidbit of tantalising information could not begin to satisfy her eager curiosity. Her desire to compare herself not only to her siblings but to her parents. Rumours remained adrift of a chosen heir to the father she longed to see again, and the idea that a child resided in a place she rightfully owned infuriated her into a silence, a rare and often frightful occasion.
She remained quiet. Days seemed to trickle thick like syrup and yet her lips though lax remained so, gaze somewhat lost. Her volatile temper had the clan contemplate in silence, thinking perhaps time could offer her what they could not. And Vune often modelled herself as a woman who needed no creature of mortal birth in order to flourish.
But in the dead of night, she lost herself entirely.
She looked at her hands, no longer her own, but drenched in the midnight blue and lost to the shadows. Her nose no longer hung in the air but pointed down to the rich soil, gaze stretching over the grass and chest clenching with a foreboding sense of loss she did not know she could harbour.
She could not escape the thought. The thought that after all this searching, her family would not even want her. She sought the approval of no creature, and yet the contemplation that perhaps she was abandoned, and not lost, threatened to crush her beating heart into her ribs. A thought so pain-addled, so mind numbingly broken, her eyes began to sting with fresh tears. They were wide, fearful and childish, her arms coiled around herself and she released a shaking breath to the cold sky.
And in these dark moments, she could not even utter a cry for help. She longed for the hold of her mother’s hand, or her father’s shushed comfort. Vune could not believe that they would leave her to die. She simply could not. But in order to truly know, she must find her siblings. An ultimate truth as to their scattering. How so many could have ventured so far, she wondered, why anyone would want to be apart from their family. She would do anything to be closer to them.
In the effulgence of a new morning, her mask was firmly in place, and she uttered a squawk of laughter at the expense of a complaint, her hair pushed behind her shoulder and her nose lifting. She looked down at everyone, a woman who spared no mercy in the belittlement of others. But she feared to look in any other direction. She feared if her eyes should stray, she might catch herself, catch the vision of a beast staring back at her, laughing in mockery and wearing her clothes and mimicking her face. But the thoughts were shoved aside as the journey began again.
Vune enjoyed hurting others. In small ways, in any ways. She revelled in the discomfort, in the distance. She liked to laugh at misfortune. For a short, brief moment, it made her forget herself. She played into the evils of the world and basked in the new feeling of taunting another. If she belittled others, she could not find the time to belittle herself. She allowed the enemy of self to become the enemy of others. If only for a moment, she was free of her self-loathing and her guilt.
But Vune knew herself to be soon on the path of a sibling. Rumours hidden in the corners of inns of the king’s children tightened the thread ever closer to Vune. Her agitation did not grow undetected by the clan, though they kept to themselves, unwilling to engage her in a potential argument. They knew little of the king, but they knew less still of the abandoned siblings.
Vune was closer to answers. Closer to knowing, just an inkling. She could not sleep the night she camped, kept up by the stirrings of her addled mind. It lashed out at her, berated her for her actions, and tore her apart until she could not stand the silence of her tent, escaping into the night air to involve herself even with just the breeze. The shaking of trees steadied the shaking of her hands, and she settled, lingering in her thoughts.
@bittersweetlove
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@laticat you have a good eye! I love splicing old FE sprites; all those headshots are made by piecing together recolored parts of FE characters, hehe
anyway the girl you chose is Disaster Lesbian and I'd love for you to draw her! all the refs I currently have of her are either of a sci-fi universe or a generic fire emblem universe; for this art I'd like her to be more urban-fantasy!
Username: KaineRallis
Link to references: art dump; wearing this(but you can change the color to better match the palette! maybe grey?). Maybe a sprig of sage or rosemary behind her ear to hammer in the witchy vibes? (but if it doesn't fit the composition don't worry about it!) Please give her brown or black eyes, not the blue in some of the examples!
Character Personality: Etain is obsessed with the idea of living a fulfilling life. She considers frequent flings to be the best way to enjoy her youth, and thus she visits bars once every week to pick up the night's bed warmer—most of them expecting more than just a one-night stand. But Etain shies away from commitment. She's seen too many broken hearts to risk her own, so she cuts off any potential relationships before they start.
She appears indestructible at first glance—loud, excessively flirtatious and dripping with bravado—but in reality, she's insecure, too emotional for her own good, and rather self-destructive.
Lighting: choose for me please! I love strong lighting.
Other information:expression: big flirty! a nice self-confident smirk or grin, maybe a wink. maybe a little heart flyin off her face at whatever pretty girl's caught her eye
let me know if you want more info! I can give you So Much stuff to read
anyway the girl you chose is Disaster Lesbian and I'd love for you to draw her! all the refs I currently have of her are either of a sci-fi universe or a generic fire emblem universe; for this art I'd like her to be more urban-fantasy!
Username: KaineRallis
Link to references: art dump; wearing this(but you can change the color to better match the palette! maybe grey?). Maybe a sprig of sage or rosemary behind her ear to hammer in the witchy vibes? (but if it doesn't fit the composition don't worry about it!) Please give her brown or black eyes, not the blue in some of the examples!
Character Personality: Etain is obsessed with the idea of living a fulfilling life. She considers frequent flings to be the best way to enjoy her youth, and thus she visits bars once every week to pick up the night's bed warmer—most of them expecting more than just a one-night stand. But Etain shies away from commitment. She's seen too many broken hearts to risk her own, so she cuts off any potential relationships before they start.
She appears indestructible at first glance—loud, excessively flirtatious and dripping with bravado—but in reality, she's insecure, too emotional for her own good, and rather self-destructive.
Lighting: choose for me please! I love strong lighting.
Other information:expression: big flirty! a nice self-confident smirk or grin, maybe a wink. maybe a little heart flyin off her face at whatever pretty girl's caught her eye
let me know if you want more info! I can give you So Much stuff to read
@laticat you have a good eye! I love splicing old FE sprites; all those headshots are made by piecing together recolored parts of FE characters, hehe
anyway the girl you chose is Disaster Lesbian and I'd love for you to draw her! all the refs I currently have of her are either of a sci-fi universe or a generic fire emblem universe; for this art I'd like her to be more urban-fantasy!
Username: KaineRallis
Link to references: art dump; wearing this(but you can change the color to better match the palette! maybe grey?). Maybe a sprig of sage or rosemary behind her ear to hammer in the witchy vibes? (but if it doesn't fit the composition don't worry about it!) Please give her brown or black eyes, not the blue in some of the examples!
Character Personality: Etain is obsessed with the idea of living a fulfilling life. She considers frequent flings to be the best way to enjoy her youth, and thus she visits bars once every week to pick up the night's bed warmer—most of them expecting more than just a one-night stand. But Etain shies away from commitment. She's seen too many broken hearts to risk her own, so she cuts off any potential relationships before they start.
She appears indestructible at first glance—loud, excessively flirtatious and dripping with bravado—but in reality, she's insecure, too emotional for her own good, and rather self-destructive.
Lighting: choose for me please! I love strong lighting.
Other information:expression: big flirty! a nice self-confident smirk or grin, maybe a wink. maybe a little heart flyin off her face at whatever pretty girl's caught her eye
let me know if you want more info! I can give you So Much stuff to read
anyway the girl you chose is Disaster Lesbian and I'd love for you to draw her! all the refs I currently have of her are either of a sci-fi universe or a generic fire emblem universe; for this art I'd like her to be more urban-fantasy!
Username: KaineRallis
Link to references: art dump; wearing this(but you can change the color to better match the palette! maybe grey?). Maybe a sprig of sage or rosemary behind her ear to hammer in the witchy vibes? (but if it doesn't fit the composition don't worry about it!) Please give her brown or black eyes, not the blue in some of the examples!
Character Personality: Etain is obsessed with the idea of living a fulfilling life. She considers frequent flings to be the best way to enjoy her youth, and thus she visits bars once every week to pick up the night's bed warmer—most of them expecting more than just a one-night stand. But Etain shies away from commitment. She's seen too many broken hearts to risk her own, so she cuts off any potential relationships before they start.
She appears indestructible at first glance—loud, excessively flirtatious and dripping with bravado—but in reality, she's insecure, too emotional for her own good, and rather self-destructive.
Lighting: choose for me please! I love strong lighting.
Other information:expression: big flirty! a nice self-confident smirk or grin, maybe a wink. maybe a little heart flyin off her face at whatever pretty girl's caught her eye
let me know if you want more info! I can give you So Much stuff to read
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