new landscape pieces done today
new landscape pieces done today
new annie soft gaze update
Hello! Do you like cursed girls, a former-plush-doll-turned-witch, a chick with far too much emotional baggage, or a god who was torn apart and now exists in several planes of existence and uses deals to try and survive in their new form?
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annie quickie. enjoy
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“is it now, my lady?” ask the archer regarding the other, noticing the slight smile upon her lips. “well.. being aware of your proclivities I suppose I just thought boldness may apply more appropriately than subtlety. wouldn’t you agree?”
“I, DIO AM STILL STUCK LIKE THISSSSS! AND I’M TRIED OF ITTTT! WHO DO I HAVE TO PAY TO UNFREEZE MY BODY?!”
“well, it isn’t exactly as if I know what to do about your condition, Lord Dio,” says Emiya regarding the other. “we have to know what led to you in this condition to undo it,” says the archer crossing his arms.
1. what is your favorite color to work with?
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5. digital or traditional?
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7. do you prefer sketching, outlining, or coloring?
8. show us at least 2-3 drawings from 1-2 years ago.
9. what drawing program do you use? (if the artist does digital art)
10. are you right or left handed?
11. warm or cool colors?
12. draw one of your favorite characters in 15 seconds.
14. what was something that you used to draw a lot that you don’t draw as much anymore?
15. when was the last time you did art?
I try to keep this blog positive because I know a lot of my followers come here as a mental escape, but I do feel I need to post this.
The short version: Marine Mammal Care Center in San Pedro, CA will have to shut down in June if they don’t raise $1 million (!!!). This is a combination of their endowment running out, donations not coming in, financial investments underperforming, necessary infrastructure repairs on the facility, and an “Unusual Mortality Event” for sea lions in the last few years. Marine Mammal Care Center is the only 24/7 marine mammal rescue facility in LA County, an area where beaches are too busy for pinnipeds to rest undisturbed by humans.
This Daily Breeze article has more information if you are curious.
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Nearly everything had been abandoned to achieve a PERFECT KING standing, along with her humanity. It’d be simple to lie about why the KING OF KNIGHTS behaved like a ‘ heartless ’ ruler. Yet others have tried to reach out before LANCER no matter what rejections she may harbor. Something about their attempts were crying out, making the King reach out to grasp their hand. Even this DARK KNIGHT who should have vanished from the traces of her humanity is…taking his presence within her heart. She denied these sentiments though they remain in the recesses of a King’s mind. For years, her existence was ISOLATED to the point of being an extreme version of her former self. Those ideals were the key to betray what the King tries to stand. Her presence within gods wasn’t there, nor will she ever become a thing over this lance. That was what this single hold over these hands were telling her.
Sensing their hands have been enclosed together, the Perfect King lets their moment last in silence. Emerald hues soon return to gaze upon those familiar features. LANCER once had a DREAM that lasted for nights…regretting to ever awaken from the pleasant warmth it offered. She nearly loses herself from envisioning that scenery once more. This knight was unlike any who resided in the KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND. Such devotion truly was comforting through a King’s heart, enough to let those eyes brim brightly. “ …Even if I do not represent the one who you pledge loyalty to, you continue for upholding your vow onto your CHOSEN KING. No matter what FORM I may take, you say? ” She replies softly, somewhat hesitant about letting a freed hand from resting on top of his. “ I—no, WE are all in the same since we all wish to protect what is important. ”
He looks upon her then, with soft eyes and a warm smile. Though she tries deny it, she is still saber beneath it all, a woman who longs for companionship and the right to be human after all. he sees her eyes take on a certain hue they’d lacked earlier as he holds her hand. It is good, he thinks, to know he has reached her in one way or another.
“how you may represent things may have altered, but I still believe you to be as the woman I knew. One who holds true to her ideals no matter how strenuous and difficult it may be in light of tribulation, and yet one who shines and comes out on top regardless, even if it hurts you. Aye. You protect what you cherish and love even if it cost you, and thus why I may pledge myself to you with ease, for… I know I can trust you.”
“but what’s more… because of this, I also see it my duty to help uplift you. As you say, you strive to protect what is important. for me…. YOU are what is important.”
he stares back with conviction in his eyes, but a gentle softness to them as well equivalent to that conviction. He will help her smile and feel joy, genuinely and be able to return to what she once was.
Those words were ironic as the King could merely nod at them, understanding quite well. For the KING OF KNIGHTS is well-known to accomplish an oath the moment those words are spilled. She would have done anything and gave no disappointment behind honest words. That’s quite natural for a King to fulfill but it wasn’t always simple. Even she had to face the reality where things wouldn’t be the same as before. GREAT BRITAIN is gone from the lands she ruled though is determined to give truth to the ALTER’S declaration. Of course she would understand HERSELF better than their knight could…or equally. A faint smile appears over the King’s face before resuming her reply. “ No…my PURPOSE for fighting had been words I’ve made an effort to maintain. Of course, it is as you stated where things are beyond my hands and I realized my errors for seeking the PAST. You do not seem like you would hurt him either. ”
Such a laughter brought SABER to grow flustered over realizing how long it’s been since she used that name. Perhaps their current relationship was not from SERVANT and MASTER, only seeing the knight he grew up into. They have always used their class names all the time that made the King incapable of saying anything else. Calling him by the name she fondly remembers is quite unsuitable though her clad self is right. “ I-It was something I became uncertain since ARCHER seemed like a man who would not desire his younger self to be mentioned. I have always wanted to call him by his TRUE NAME because…I remember him as SHIROU. Hmm…he is SHIROU. ” A pure smile adorns those features, reflecting back of their time together before the other.
“NO,” says the alter, swirling her drink in her hand. “I have no interest in hurting him. He’s seen enough pain, wether it is from the deaths of those closest… or those deaths he committed in the belief he was saving others. Shirou is Shirou. a man who holds regret for not being able to save all, and thus burdened with pain he can not tolerate. I have no desire to add to it…”
The alter smiles at the words of her counter part. “have always desired…” she says, tsking lightly. “prickly as he is, no matter his form, use the name enough and he will acquiesce to its use. It IS his name after all. and his own stubbornness will give way to another, if given with enough vigor and drive.”
she looks skyward for a moment, thinking, considering her words.
“Deny it as he may. He IS shirou. it is what makes him who he is, and what pains him most, because it is WHO he is, just as we are as we are, and naught can change that, even a loss of memory.”
Fran looked up when she heard a voice speaking out, but froze when she saw what was before her. It was… Herself? And she was talking? In rhyme? Was this… Eve? No, no, that couldn’t be right… They’d dealt with that alright… Fran’s mind was a whirlwind as she tried to process what was happening.
As the doppleganger finished her thoughts, the monster simply tilted her head, and grunted. “Uh?”
“hark, do tell me, no, do not tell me you are before the time hence we learned letters? how troublesome it will be if I need take myself under wing to teach them of letters or how to write and read and speak.”
the assassin turns with a swirl before turning back to herself. though her clothes are worn and dirty in appearance, she wears them with pride. for this was a time when Francine was yet a beggar of the country, but learnt to live on her own by her own means.
“do speak to me, my other. What do yee here on this old and worn path, where no flowers bloom and the green is but dulled compared to elsewhere? what is then your path that you sit idle here?”
Similar may never be an understatement when the King saw their IDEALS being identical to one another. Even their FATES were nearly tied together for what they wanted to accomplish. The KING OF KNIGHTS hadn’t felt insulted when being told such things…maybe somewhat sorrowful for wishing there might have been some pleasant memories within his life. She could tell something had troubled him so, praying there could be another method of bringing her DARK KNIGHT comfort. ARCHER hadn’t deserved to be reminded of events that were haunting his existence. The hold around that tiny hand was tightened, alerting the King about his current state. There rarely was anything pleasant from that park, not unless those moments when her former MASTER was too embarrassed to permit resting against her lap. That familiar gesture may be one thing the King sought to accomplish with her knight.
Retaining the hold onto his hand, the KING OF KNIGHTS gives a nod before taking the lead for their destination. The BRIDGE alone was ideal for their minds to be taken away by the waters. At least nothing wrong occurred nor were they required to fight within the war. Even the King had to learn for easing that tensed body…relaxing through their time together. SABER let those tiny fingers rub along her knight’s rough knuckles, trying her own technique to further ease him. “ ARCHER…always inform me should there be a place you do not wish to go. In the end, I merely desire for your company and sharing our PRESENT together. Future though sounds pleasant as well…alongside my knight SHIROU. F-Forgive me that was a name wishing to come out for quite some time. ”
He feels as her fingers run along his knuckles, a small, soft thing that would barely be noticeable from another, but he picks up on it and relaxes his shoulders, his tenseness dissipating.
“I … apologize… my lady,” he says quietly. “it is not the park that made me tense, truth be told, I have put memories of that place behind me as other … worse ones have taken its place. but it was a quick thought of those, I was unable to deny the tenseness of emotion that arose from those thoughts. I am sorry for this,” he answers. for he truly was. it was a thing of embarrassment, to let such thoughts carry sway in his mind when he is before this woman and all his wishes are seeming to be granted. it may simply be testament to the damage that war wrought on his psyche, though he does not like thinking it has left him weak.
He pauses for a moment, letting out a small laugh.
“I did wonder how long it’d be before you’d address me by my given name rather than my title, sa…no, Artoria. I hold no anymosity towards that name, truthfully I hold more antagonism towards the name, Emiya. But… it is merely a name… and besides.. if things are right with you, then perhaps I can replace that name anyways,” he says with a light smile, letting the implication of such lie upon her. “I think Shirou Pendragon would have a nice ring to it, don’t you agree?”
Fury suddenly replaces whatever sorrow the King harbored for this knight who was blinded by his rage. The memories from long ago were remembered fondly of their battle but…that WARRIOR is no more. He vanished from the KING OF KNIGHTS’ presence, only replacing with a man whose anger was making him speak ill of others. No doubt the hesitation was solely to obtain the HOLY GRAIL but the other didn’t understand. It ached the King’s chest to be directed such words that filled far too many misunderstandings. Yet he was not in a proper mind to be negotiated—those words are filled with venom. She cannot stand witnessing an honorable man like him being reduced like this. Of course SABER didn’t favor how these actions of KIRITSUGU had reduced this HEROIC SPIRIT but…what else can she do? The King is incapable of fulfilling a task that is unbecoming of her.
SABER could merely call out the foolishness of his words, trying desperately to scream those frustrations. For a King wasn’t favoring this displeasure over a woman whose FATE was too harsh. “ LANCER, I implore you not to speak ill of LADY IRISVIEL! Have you abandoned the ideals of a knight from your past memories? Seeing you connecting your own past with my own is delivering HATRED upon another who resumed following her HONOR! I have not abandoned who I was and never was anyone who you see as harboring weakness. His death would have accomplished no such things…I would have perished without having any chance to offer my country salvation. The purpose for fighting was for my COUNTRY’S SAKE, not my own! Even if I had behead him the moment your honor was disgraced, you would not have returned. How could I possibly reduce myself into a violent animal who sought blood lust? I am not a BERSERKER who is forced to feel nothing but MADNESS. ”
A King pauses from hearing out the disgraceful commentary about her people. Not even that man who spoke nothing to the KING OF KNIGHTS throughout the war ever dared to insult her country. It brings out a narrowed glare from those emerald hues, truly angered the moment those words came out. “ Speak ill of my people…and even I cannot find my heart to forgive such statements LANCER. You may stare at me with disgust, for it shall not do me any harm. Involving the people from the past, especially by CAMELOT, those matters are my own to dictate and not yours. Never shall EXCALIBUR be used to exact vengeance because that has never been its creator’s PURPOSE when she gave it to me. Open your eyes DIARMUID and realize your hatred will accomplish nothing. My own hands cannot be tainted with blood if it will bring about nothing. ”
the lancer takes a step, wishing to yell further and pauses. Perhaps what she speaks is truth, and if so, he dishonors himself as a knight. If Grainne had been leading him would he have done anything that would have brought a tear to her eye? no. He can’t be false to his own being in such a way.
“tsk. Perhaps you’re right. Were I in your shoes I would be equally tied. No. I was tied.. before, when that man made me attack you alongside berserker. Were I to be in my rights with you, I should have done the same to him that I tell you that you should have done! kk..”
He grits his teeth, his pride ground further by the truth of her words. Yes, she is king. and she needs think on her people, and despite her pride, these things come to her first than does her own righteousness.
“I speak ill saber. Thinking of that man… blinds me with rage. but…”
He kneels before her, bowing his head. “I speak out of turn and it is not my place as a lower being to speak ill to you. I have done ill before you so do with me as you will!”
at this point it is in her right to slay him here should she desire. He let his emotions ride him in a moment of heat, and though he still hates that weakness in saber, he hates that reflection of weakness within himself even more. were it better that such things be erased fully. He grits his teeth, fingers digging into his palms as he awaits the woman’s judgement.
The touch is reassuring, almost making the King’s worries being lightly erased. It might be understandable where the discomfort lies from the past of another child. The KING OF KNIGHTS would hardly take news of a child being presented as a pleasant thing. She tries to consider these events differently from before…enough where her DARK KNIGHT had wished to entrust this meeting between them. Something about the description did sprout an unpleasant thought but rejects those doubts. Her knight wouldn’t ever speak ill about her past, nor open up past wounds from BRITAIN. Holding onto that faith alone made the King grin and bear through every word, now visualizing an actual infant. The image of a LION CUB was also coming to mind and perhaps hoped that was the true nature about this child.
“ Only the presence of a knight who turned out to be my suppose CHILD were something strange. I truly saw far more MERIT within them as my knight rather than considering them my BLOOD. You speak of a small infant with my face, ARCHER? Yes…I am willing to see how she looks like but I feel she may be adorable. ” No jest came from SABER’S words or tried to hide the fact that she grew…ecstatic about this. It may be accurate for the KING OF KNIGHTS to not know how to take care of a child; trying her best would be important. She resumes speaking with their hands locked together to let her knight take the lead. “ We shouldn’t keep the child alone any longer, correct? ”
the archer lets out a long sigh, a breath he’d not known he’d been holding but that had been tight in his chest all the same. he’d worried of saber’s reaction, wondering what she’d think even of his words of this, but as she seems to not worry overly here, then he nods, and takes saber by the hand, leading her back to his lodging.
there, at the lodging the small creature is clear to see from the shadows, her eyes glowing brightly in the night behind the screen door as she paws at the glass frame until archer is able to unlatch the frame and pick the small creature up. it could easily be confused for a small house cat, save for the fact that when she turns, the creature has saber’s face upon it. the little lion sniffs at saber’s hand curiously, whispering a small, “gao…” her tail wagging back and forth.
“this… is saberchan. I’ve been given task of taking care of her for several summonings now. so she’s adjusted to me now, though she can be a handful.”
the little lion lightly bats a paw towards saber, curiosity filling its being.
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❛ Then don’t dare to speak as if you were close to me because of that pain. ❜
Her fumble of words would’ve held regret and a massive ounce of pain to weigh down the shoulders of anyone, but she chose the wrong ears to preach onto about the pain she suffered. Not that it didn’t matter to him as a person, but in a scenario of self interest… eyes averted back to that cold yellow-stare, meeting it with none but the soulless silver eyes staring back into them with no expression.
❛ You may know my betrayal, but you don’t know me. Myself, my ideals, goals, and even my
self-interest… don’t compare any one of the things to the other just because the thread aligns them together. If every hero’s sob story could bring us closer to one another, we wouldn’t be at each other’s throats over a silly competition.
Unlike you, I haven’t fallen from my goal. As a personality; maybe a mindset, I may have fallen. I hate this dream, this desire and passion to achieve what was given to me from a certain moment onward… but I do not betray it, not even now. ❜
Her eyes widen in a moment, shock befalling her, her teeth grit as they grind on one another, fist clenched before she lets out a sigh, raising a hand to his cheek.
“If you hate your dream so much… then abandon it and choose another. It is your choice and yours alone what path you follow. Even these threads of fate can be altered.. if not broken.”
She lowers her hand and sighs. “If I am at your throat it is merely because you are such a hard headed asinine… Man!” she scowls. “were it another situation I would bring you on my knee and paddle that backside of yours. but…” she pauses, considering her words. “you have already gone through your personal hell. It is not for me to judge what happened, only what you are as you are now.”
she is quiet for a moment before speaking. “and what you are now… saddens me, and yet, perhaps it is appropriate. You understand the situation more now.. then that naive boy I once knew who lost everyone he knew one by one.”
“Well. Maybe there is… a more suitable expatiation, then. Did you think that maybe the reason I really cannot remember is because, perhaps, you’re talking to the wrong Nobunaga?”
The Nobunaga that had been standing before him began to alter her appearance. It looked like Nobunaga… but almost considerably different.
And she seemed far colder.
“That’s better. I was getting tired of imitating my template, I guess.”
the archer’s despondent look becomes more serious as he glares at the other.
“I should have been aware of such a thing. the regular lady generally has a conniption if you take her hat. hmpf.”
“I will say this, however; I don’t like being played with. Don’t do this again.”
He hates being played the fool. and he is no mood for games. not at this point.
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“Did I really mean so little to you that you forgot me,” says Shirou, letting out a sigh as he places the hat back upon her head. “I can only imagine you made a great deal of enemies because of such things,” he says, turning away from her, his voice somewhat despondent. It didn’t really matter that she wouldn’t return his love, but that she’d act as if she doesn’t remember him at all? that truly does hurt. He really does wonder if her carefree nature caused her to have enemies because of being forgetful like this?
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She pauses a moment, regarding him with mild agitation, tsking under her breath. “Matters not, yet you become defensive if i refer to you by your true name. such hypocrisy.”
she sighs, walking towards him without concern, standing only inches from him, regarding him as she crosses her arms.
“and yet you still make assumptions. when did you become such a prickly bastard, emiya?” she stares at him and sighs. “you say I am nothing like you yet my life is about those ideals that betrayed me. Left me a servant of your father.. who abandoned me in the grail mud so that my mind and body would be burned for ten years. how I wish I’d shoved a blade through that young girl’s heart before she picked up caliburn so I could avoid this fate.
“Do you know what it is… to have your memory erased because you believed in ideals and held that others would keep to them too? pshah. Had I a proper mind, I would have beheaded your father when he summoned me. But then I’d trusted he was a good man who held ideals similar my own. and where did that trust lead me? to a hell that ripped my mind away so i can not recall my own kin or life. I know your betrayal, Shirou Emiya, more than you believe. Do not dare speak down to me as if I know not that pain.”
Fran sighed, slumping in a corner. She was so very, incredibly bored…
“so herein do my eyes deceive, for am I seeing what I do believe, a mirror before me? yet in dress and garb of dream I no longer bare, that broken by pitiful spiteful creator who would send mine pitiful soul to hell,” says the assassin, closing her book, peeking from under her cloak to regard the other with a face matching her other.
“So I am you, and you are me, but from what time and place might this be?” ask the pink haired woman, a hand on the hilt of her blade should her… other, choose to attack.
it has been an EXTREMELY LONG TIME since I have been on here, and it is safe to say I am completely out of touch of how to work this website in roleplay.
that, and I’ve sadly seen a lot of the accounts I’ve previously interacted with have long abandoned their accounts as well so… pretty sad times. but for the most part, I did fall in love with the way people write on here and find it mesmerizing how aesthetic a lot of it looks. I won’t pressure, but I’d really appreciate being shared around a bit! i’m very open to plotting and other roleplay related things or even chatting!
otherwise, yay i’m back!
quick pic of android 21, the sexy demon. do enjoy
─「天照」─ she’s handing out some rice cakes for free ! come grab yours !
the little lion approaches cautiously, the hunger for food drawing her near.
“you… you is giving free food?” she ask curiously, extending a paw towards the other.