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i finished working on my r99 oc so!! here comes rosaline. uttu page mockup credit

i wrote her voicelines as well, will leave them under the cut (there are no battle voicelines, chitchats and regular morning/night lines because im bad with words :’)))

first encounter: I'm glad I got to work with you, Timekeeper. I hope my presence will not bother anyone here.

suitcase climate: As long as I'm here, nothing threatens my life, be it the Storm or any other natural disaster. I wonder why the sound of a thunderstorm outside still makes me shudder...

to the future: In this ever-changing, unstable world I want to capture what once was dear to me. Capture and make it last.

idle: *panting* Keep yourself calm, Rosalina, focus on your breath. Breathe in, breathe out...

greetings: Please don't come in yet, I'm busy!..

Oh, It's you. I'm working on something important and in need of unbiased view on it. Don't you mind taking a look?

bond morning: I wish I could wake up in absolute silence one day, hearing only the heartbeat of mine. Living in constant cacophony is incredibly draining.

bond night: You're still awake. Having trouble falling asleep? I have some melissa tea left in my teapot, it helps with stress and insomnia.

hat and head: Ah, my head hurts so much.. Didn't I tell them not to mess with my statues?..

sleeves and hands: The trembling? Please don't mind it, that's just my health condition--

Ah, your hands are warm.

clothing and torso: This shawl is more than just a piece of clothing to me. It's warm and incredibly soft, and wearing it on my shoulders feels just as calming as being gently embraced..

hobby: Actually, I've tried myself in plenty of other artistic activities: painting, writing, playing a flute.. But all of them lack in tangibility the sculpture gives.

praise: You're such a young lady, Timekeeper, yet you carry the weight of great responsibilities. I'm proud to be fighting the Storm by your side, yet something aches in my chest whenever I look in your eyes...

intimacy: This stone over here was supposed to be another statue, but... Sigh... Whenever I try to approach it, my hands get heavy, and unpleasant thoughts poison my head. Maybe it's just not the time yet.

monologue: Carving lifeless battle units from stones for decades, I forgot the purpose of my art. At some point, it didn't even feel like something i brought into this world, my creation...

But now, when I'm able to feel this bond again, I wish I never knew the pain it holds.

art without the game things

other things related to her: first concept , chibi & udimo , arcanist in a nutshell style attempt

#reverse 1999 oc #incredible... everyon look at mywife

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ruptinea · 3 days

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i made their i2 illustrations except for i didn't change the outfits because i'm lazy. and also i wrote their profiles and voicelines. a lot of text under cut

4th Dimension

Star | Mental DPS | Heal Medium: Individual Perception Inspiration: Crossing of Reflected Rays [Star] Mirage of Own Mind

Garments: — Default Indulging in fancy clothes is a sin. Most precious things are those that are impossible to touch. — No Time, No Space Even when the basics of our world stop to matter, I'll see you, like colors hidden in the white light.

An arcanist's work. Exhibited in the first half of 20th century for 25 years. Completed in Summer, on June 17. The exhibition had to frequently move and postpone the opening before settling in the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

First Encounter: Hey, care to be a drawing model for me from time to time? Ah, excuse me for skipping unnecessary steps. Like hello, nice to meet you? If I haven't turned away yet, isn't it obvious I'm glad to meet you?

Suitcase Climate: Why the hell do you call this weather chilly? Just what kind of world do you live in? I'll throw you into the snow! Then you'll see!

To the Future: There's nothing that you can do about the future coming, and nothing keeps in a stable state ever, so just avoid thinking about it at worst, and convince yourself that it's going to be alright on its own at best.

Idle: Hm-m. Hm-m... Hm-m... When given the chance, I'll take revenge on you for abandoning me.

Greetings: Oh, look who decided to come! Felt up for a small talk out of sudden? Huh? For your knowledge, I can't stand small talks!

Morning: Maybe I should go to sleep soon? I think I'll be going to sleep soon. ...Oh, I haven't noticed you. I'm not available for a chat, I'm sleeping.

Bond: Morning: (scribbling) Don't look! Don't look! ...I'm just noting down drawing ideas to work on later. What if I were writing my deepest secrets? That's really rude of you!

Night: Ms. Timekeeper, can you tell the ballerina girl to shut up? Her singing is getting on my nerves, but she's not listening to me. ...Even if she uses "it's a lullaby" as an excuse, I hate lullabies the same as any other songs!

Bond: Night: Is everyone going to sleep? Will you stay awake? On second thought, it's not like I needed your company. Go! Go! Shoo!

Hat and Hair: What's the point of brushing one's hair? How does it become better? Maybe it's merely a plan to sell more unneeded hairbrushes to you. Have you considered this?

Sleeves and Hands: Eh-h... My gloves are always covered in paint, so be careful when touching them... Besides... Well... Hm... I'm not a fan of my hands being touched.

Clothing and Torso: People who are obsessed with their appearance think they rule the world! I don't care! Even if I cared, I don't have money! Who do you think you are to make conclusions about my personality from my clothes? What an annoyance!

Hobby: The human mind has its limits, and each individual brain has its individual limits, so it's all in all silly to search for the "objective reality"! Rather, isn't the whole fun in millions of subjective realities coexisting? Well, it does get a bit lonely if you think about us being isolated in our own versions of the world.

Chitchat I: Hm-m... Let's see... Just as a what-if... Would you get mad at me for accidentally splashing the paint all over the floor?

Chitchat II: Everyone says that fresh air walks calm them down, but going outside only irritates me further. I don't get it. How does it make me inferior that I want to always sit at home and do my things? If you had cold weather 8 months a year, you would understand.

Intimacy: Isn't it marvelous, the way our dearest friends are those we met by pure chance? A long set of decisions from both sides to end up united in this moment, a few talks and you can't imagine what you'd be like without them. Like rays of light intersecting to create a color. The friendship between you and me... The color is silver.

Monologue: They invented cameras, so artists are no longer needed to capture the moments forever. You must depict what you see... In the way that is more complicated yet simpler than replicating the objects in front of you. What is your own vision of the shape and color? Can you convey what's on your mind with single dots and lines?

Deployment: Guess I'll act like the calm one.

Battle Victory: Is it over? Am I allowed to tremble now?

Yakov

Mineral | Reality Support | Control Medium: Draft Inspiration: Crystalline Carbon [Mineral] Abandoned Authenticity

Garments: — Default Don't look back at what you might have been. — Tracing Paper An art material made to have low opacity, allowing light to pass through.

An arcanist's work. Exhibited in the beginning of 20th century for 21 years. Completed in Winter, on January 26. Exhibited in St. Petersburg of the Russian Empire.

First Encounter: Eh... Um... It's not like we're going to be friends, so why would I introduce myself? ...The hell do you mean we're going to be friends?

Suitcase Climate: The weather is constantly bad... It feels like I'm carrying a curse...

To the Future: The problems should be solved as they come. I can't solve even the past ones, much less prepare for the future.

Idle: (scribbling) (pencil breaking) Uh, d-did I press too hard again? No way...

Greetings: —Ugh! Why do you have such quiet footsteps?! What do you mean it's me who's unaware of my surroundings? What's this blame-shifting?

Morning: The day starting makes me depressed... Like I need to hurry up and do something... And my mind is going to fight me this whole time...

Bond: Morning: Is it Alcyone singing? Well, we usually spent mornings preparing the scene... Perhaps she's growing impatient from not receiving as much attention as she used to.

Night: The day ending makes me depressed... Like I've meaninglessly wasted all this time... There was no point in living through today, there will be no point in living through tomorrow...

Bond: Night: No thank you. I'm having too many negative thoughts to fall asleep even if I want to, so I'll stay awake until my brain goes completely numb.

Hat and Hair: You people live in a better world where you don't have disordered sleep, I guess... Well, I'm not that lucky. Of course I look tired...

Sleeves and Hands: My sketches are always too messy... How do others manage to do them delicately?

Clothing and Torso: Both moving and staying in place bring you the same amount of pain. Really, are there hobbies that don't make your whole body hurt? If I can find one, I might abandon being an artist.

Hobby: It's impossible to become popular in the fields that everyone else is pursuing, but I'm not anyone special to take on a niche path and bring it to light... Hm... Just do what you like? I don't really like anything that much.

Chitchat I: Even if there's absolutely nothing left to do, I can't help falling asleep when I'm trying to read... I'm only interested in the illustrations, but I need to know the text to illustrate...

Chitchat II: I was given the ability to use a pencil, but not to create. Is it actual art if I'm parasitizing on already existing stories?

Intimacy: Being yourself is bad as it will always make you fall behind... If you want to improve, you need to become a shadow that absorbs... This is the kind of place I'm raised in. I feel homesick for a home that I've never known.

Monologue: Art is personal, but it's hard to consider something art without the presence of its audience... Artists are seen as geniuses, but only geniuses are artists, otherwise you're wasting your time, and no one including you is entertained by it... It would be nice to get a response to anything you want to share, but in the end, you must say only what's liked and acceptable...

Deployment: Please, no more thinking...

Battle Victory: I didn't even do anything... Right? See? Better to not ask more of me.

Alcyone

Beast | Mental DPS | Nasty Wound Medium: Ballet Inspiration: Paradise Bird of the Underworld [Beast] Calamity-Bringing Lullaby

Garments: — Default Remember to be a delicate young lady, princess of the night birds. — Unwritten Fairy Tale Come take me company, right to the underworld.

A mixed work. Exhibited in the beginning of 20th century for 21 years. Completed in Spring, on March 25. First exhibition location unknown, later moved for exhibition in St. Petersburg of the Russian Empire.

First Encounter: Come closer, come closer... You're special, so I'll tell you anything you want to know about me... But only as whispers, hidden from everyone else.

Suitcase Climate: I'm used to the grey sky, so I'm not really fond of the sun. There are people whose opinion is completely different from mine though. They won't stop whining about bad weather.

To the Future: Beauty will save the world. Do you know this saying? As long as we continue to create, we'll be finding, conveying, spreading hope... Nothing special about the art itself — it's merely the power of human emotion that it holds.

Idle: Hm? Is no one coming to my performance?

Greetings: Did you come at the sound of my voice? Is someone complaining that it's too loud? This makes singing only more fun.

Morning: I need to stretch my body and prepare my voice. Warm herbal tea would be nice to start the day.

Bond: Morning: I'll bring my drawing album to breakfast. A few quick study sketches of people around me are going to be a great exercise. Yes, I'll make a few sketches, like... Maybe two.

Night: In summer, there is a period of white nights in my hometown. With the tender blue and yellow of the twilight, all the fears go away. Let's celebrate with a lot of performances, right on the streets!

Bond: Night: If you wish, I'll gladly sing you a lullaby. But I don't hold responsibility for the effect it might have on you, alright? He-he.

Hat and Hair: Oh, was my headpiece tilted? I should peek in the mirror more often...

Sleeves and Hands: Want to invite me to a dance? Be more gentle when taking my hand, then I'll consider.

Clothing and Torso: My body is completely human-like, definitely human.

Hobby: "If you're a costume designer, you must also do your job and create drafts"... Hmph. Isn't it natural that one is an assistant who prepares the visuals, and the other is a leading star who is busy shining on the scene and has no time for trivial matters, like... drawing... Ahem. I should not say it in front of him.

Chitchat I: My favorite part of drawing is lining. Sketches are too messy, and coloring is too complicated. Lines are neat and simple.

Chitchat II: Um... I know that it's hard to resist my charm, but it’s... Aren't there too many of you? —Dear audience, keep your distance from the scene!

Monologue: Persisting to convey what you want even though giving a form to it is complicated and tiresome — I think it's more precious than running from things when they get too hard... Although the competition between "talent" and "diligence" is an old, old tale.

Intimacy: These name and body of mine are a part of the talented actress' performance off-stage. The secret of the "Paradise Bird"... Come closer so I can whisper it.

Deployment: Keep your eyes on me.

Battle Victory: I hope you didn't perhaps notice that I might have gotten too loose. I should remember to be a delicate young lady.

#reverse 1999 oc #NEW 74N5N ART BOMBS DROP CONFFRTTI EXPLODES PEOPLE CHEERING AS IF BRAZIL WON THE WORLD CUP #yayayayyayayayay #ATTENTION PLEASE

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