#DRAWING GOLIATH WAS SO FUCKING DIFFICULT

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Creating your OCs Question Time! 1, 12, 14, 15, 19 for the butchery waifus, Alec, and Libby

YELLS thank you !!

this got long so its under the cut !

1. what was the first element of your oc that you remember considering?

Goliath > his vibe, i wanted smth chaotic that could flip the switch from brooding to lightly insane easily. if you want his og vibe, find the miy_yuu cover of Traffic Jam by nilfruits

Agnes > i wanted a powerful, stoic partner for goliath, so i was originally building him a guardian, but over time she's completely shifted to being a sweet romantic in love w her job as a theologian

Elle > elle's been all over the map tbh. when i first created them, they were supposed to be like a sandbox chara that didnt belong to any verse, so it was looks first. then they were made into a crybaby for a different story, then retired, and now they're part of this. when they got into a+c, i wanted someone like a shady merchant in a vidi game when i redesigned them, ultimately bc i didnt expect to make them a wife LOL

Alec + Libby > since these two were originally fan designs of podcast characters, it was definitely looks first, i was trying to design around the designated voices for them.

12. what have you found most difficult about creating art for your oc?

since i dont do well with writing most of the time, and drawing comics includes writing for them, i definitely find it hard to make coherent stories when i try to draw comics. i want to express certain snapshots of their lives or work w one shot ideas for them, but im not the best at dialogue so everything turns out vague

14. if you had to narrow it down to 2 things you MUST keep in mind while working w your oc, what would they be?

Goliath > he's brooding, he's protective

Anges > if she's not smiling something is wrong, she does the reigen hands when she's excited (usually abt her work, and often)

Elle > not forthcoming in any way, mood shifts very quickly but doesnt show it on their face

Alec > mood shifts very quickly but you can definitely tell, gentle w libby exclusively

Libby > very gentle and soft spoken, but you can tell they can and will fuck you up under Circumstances

15. what is something about your oc that makes you laugh?

Butcher wives > all of them are lightly air headed and feisty . they regularly ask stupid questions, they flirt w each other in the silliest ways even after they're all married. They're like lovesick kids in the best of ways

Alec + Libby > they're both a bit clumsy w how they handle themselves, so they trip over themselves both physically and verbally, but they make each other laugh

19. what is your favorite fact about your oc?

for all of them, its probably how they interact w their loved ones. i love that they all make each other laugh, and how sweet they are w each other vs. people that they work w/dont know well. there's a defensiveness/hostility in all of them that drops when confronted w their partners

#ask #I FELL ASLEEEEEEEEEEP #give me one minute krys im dropping inn your inbox

[fel-fisk]

*apply goliath [and familiar] directly to sad boy

in which greyfell [tiefling] is in dire need of comfort and luka [goliath] provides as best he can. 

[context under cut bc even paraphrased, its a lot of text]

at the tail end of yesterdays session, greyfell called luka up to his room with some things to confess regarding something that had come up in conversation earlier that day. explaining it properly would take a while but in short greyfell felt responsible for a thing that had fucked up luka’s life [and by butterfly effect, kacharias’s. which also fucked luka up further :’) ]. he felt particularly guilty as luka has been nothing but kind and caring to him and the rest of the group since joining & feels he’s been decieving luka this whole time.

he fully expected anger and disgust from luka in response to the confession, but luka could see in a heartbeat that the guilt was misplaced and not his to bear. he explained this, expressing that while he would love to have someone to punish for those things, greyfell wasn’t that person at all & it wouldn’t help anyone.  

greyfell [who had been choking up during his confession] started crying as luka told him it wasn’t his fault and that he didn’t blame him for anything that happened, and that greyfell shouldn’t let guilt for an action that wasn’t his own [and that he had no power to stop] crush him-- and by the end of it greyfell was just like,,, a sobbing mess bc he’s so unused to any form of kindness/forgiveness

cue a v important insight check to gage whether greyfell is the kind of person that would be comforted by a hug [rolled a 22. answer= yea. definitely. this poor fucker’s probably the most touch starved person on the planet]- so luka just pulled him close and held him for a while as he let it all just spill out. being hugged probs also made greyfell cry /more/ bc he’s maybe been hugged like 2 times in his life probably??

but yea. following that [as a result of it & of what has been a rough couple of days for both of them] neither of them really wanted to be alone, so luka offered to stay with him for the rest of the night. eventually this ended up with them spooning and sleeping soundly

#luka oarback #hektor greyfell #spooning #goliath #tiefling #luka's been in the party for like a week but at least half of them have broken down in front of him lmao #i guess thats what happens when you bring a warm hug of a person to a group fulla people in dire need of a shoulder to cry on #and lukas like please yes let me focus on making all of you feel better so i dont have to focus on the heartcrushing grief im going through #god there's definitely going to be a moment in the morning when theyre waking up where for a second luka thinks greyfell is his dead fiance #bc the last time he did this with someone it was with him :c #big sads big oofs #my art #oc #oh also? this took so fuckin long to draw jfc #this pose!!! so hard! #i tried to draw them just hugging first but the 2ft height dif made it so hard to find any useful references #spooing was a little easier to improvise bc i didnt have to worry abt the ground but Fuck #cuddling is v difficult to draw fjellas #oh also our adventuring party at this point is still unnamed but given how much everyones been crying in the last few sessions #we're seriously contemplating naming ourselves the sad boy squad #or something along those lines jwrtgrjwhgtuig

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are Space Orcs, “Honor.”

So translating my own language is a bitch. Yes I know I don’t have to do it, but also it is more fun that way. Although I added in translations for everyone accept on one or two parts on purpose. But you can still enjoy it, no need to worry. you don’t need to know the language to read this!

Also this is an action scene so it’s cool. Go on read it :) 

You know that feeling where you studied for an exam and you thought that you knew the material, but then you get into the exam and it turns out you had no idea what you were doing? 

Yeah, this is nothing like that.

Well, I mean it kind of is, but the result of screwing up is death and not a stern talking to from your parents about being more focused. Then again, perhaps I would get a stern talking to form Hijan.

When we crest over the hill --not gonna lie-- I feel like I’m going to shat myself. Granted loose bowels has never been a problem of mine, generally I have a pretty impressive butt clenching ability, you sort of have to as a fighter pilot, but this is a whole different level of terrifying.

It’s like one of those old movies where the hero is tied up by his hands hooked onto a rail line in a slaughterhouse and they are watching as the spinning blades slowly get closer and closer to their junk. 

What I am saying is it’s like walking towards a meat grinder. The Drev are aggressive and violent spinning blades at each other, four arms flailing as they crash into teach other with the clattering of steel. Right in front of my eyes I watch as one of our clam members is violently speared through the throat after a minute slip up with his form work.

HE falls to the ground wide eyed and choking.

His opponent nods before continuing on his way.

Holy shit! Fuck! 

Shit Shit shit!

“Nahasinsazh!” 

Our group breaks into a slow job, and then into a full out sprint. I struggle to keep up, but surprisingly I manage to keep time. The Drev are bigger and stronger, but I'm smaller and more nimble, and I navigate the rocks faster. I make sure not to be at the front. I know that I won't be able to take that first hit.

The fighting line rises up in my vision.

And then the world erupts around me.

The first clash is so violent that I more than expectit to rent the earth and shake the very foundations to where I stand. A shape looms over me and I duck just in time for a spear to go cything past my head. My maneuver is followed by an absolute eruption of steel on steel. Hijan catches his spear on the shaft of her weapon and violently shoves him back. I see an opening to attack, but then that moment is gone.

I

I’m not sure If i can just kill someone like that.

“Tsata!  Laza  tach Zheengish!” Fight or yourclan 

I’m still not sure about the clan, but…. I can do anything for Hijan.

My feet skidd over bare rock as a spear cuts towards my head. I dodge to the side again and Hijan takes the brunt of the force, but I use her distraction to rush inwards thrusting my spear point forward. 

I feel it as it cuts through flesh, a jolting ripping sensation that vibrates up through the shaft of the spear and then into my hands.

The Drev warrior looks up at me with surprise on his face as I draw the spear from the wound and orange icor begins pouring down his front. Looking at his eyes, he doest sem scared, merely shocked. A shco which is replaced with…

Satisfaction 

Peace 

Hope? 

I don’t know as I am drawn away from him a moment later and into the tide of the battle.

My feet pass over rough hewn stone as Hijan and I fight her acting as the muscle while I act as the spearhead. 

Things are working out for the most part though my heart pounds in my ears making it difficult to hear anything but the pulsing of my own blood. HIjan turns to catch another spear with hers, and I turn to take the offensive when I hear a war cry from behind me. I turn eyes widening just in time as a spear point trusts towards my head. I throw myself to the side as the massive leaf blade bites into the ground where I just stood.

The hulking silver goliath stands over me his wide orange eyes filled with battle rage.

He swings his spear again, and the tip of the spear scythes past my stomach casting sparks as it goes.

I roll backwards landing on my back in the moss and rolling to the side only to gain my feet.

I look around for Hijan, but don’t Immediately see her.

The battle cry comes again, and I turn watching as another wild swing rockets towards my head.

He is using stone technique. It is slow and precise but when it hits it hits like a freight train. I raise my spear at the last moment, and when that downward momentum makes contact, I am plowed right into the dirt. The stele of my armor cracks against the stone and I can feel the ground give way under my shoulders and back. The power is incredible like getting hit by a speeding bullet train/ 

I have no idea how I manage to block it, and hold him off me.

His beak is just inches from my face, his wide orange eyes staring. 

He presses downward with all his might, and I scream as I try to push him off me.

I watch him flinch as the power of my voice vibrates his ears.

Hmm, gonna have to remember that for later… if there is a later.

My arms tremble as I hold him away fro me. If he gets smart and stops pushing and just strikes I am done for.

I need a distraction.

Ah that’s a good idea.

I spit directly into his eye.

He was not expecting that one bit and reels back in shock.

I kick him square in the fork of the legs. I am not entirely sure if Drev have balls. I mean I heard their reproduction is similar to that of humans, so It can’t have been a nice feeling, and he doesn’t seem to like it leaping back onto his feet and staggering backwards. I come at him again, darting towards his side.

My hands are still throbbing from the last impact, my fingers are almost numb.

I catch him on the back of the knee and he roars in pain and panic crippling is far worse than death to a drev, however in his fear, I only make him more angry, he lunges for me, so fast and so wild that I barely have time to dodge out of the way.

I hit the ground again, spending way too much time here. The spar is thrust towards me. It cut s into the ground at my side. Near my shoulder

And between my knees as I scramble backwards.

I kick the shaft of the spear catching him off balance standing as…. A spear sprouts through the center of his chest. I can hear the horrible crunching noise the ripping of flesh as the spear is drawn back out, and he falls dead to the ground.

Hijan holds up her weapon covered in orange blood.

I am breathing hard.

She steps forward and I scramble up into  her shadow. We are back together again, and like before we are back as a unit, cutting through the whirling crowd with near impunity.

But I  can see that the battle isn’t going well, at least not for our side.

Hijan and I are now surrounded. Three of them and only two of us.

I didn’t actually believe I was going to die here.

But why hadn’t I thought that 

It was a distinct possibility.

I realized at that moment that maybe I hadn’t had the respect for their culture that I should have. Did I think it was just some kind of fun game, go down for a little fun and then come hoe with some cool stories to tell. No, I was entering a warzone. I had made myself part of a clan and that meant that I had to either ride or die with it.

All around us comes the screaming of the dying and the moaning of the near dead. Bodies litter the ground, the air above us is filled with the little white moss spores kicked up like a cloud of dust.

Hijan and I retreated falling up against a short rock face. Pink moss climbs up it’s side.

Three attackers come in fast. I block one and she blocks the other, but the third spear catches her hard on one of her back armored plates.

My blood runs cold as I hear hijan scream in agony.

I spin on the spot kicking the third attacker away.

Hijan is on the ground, she isn’t bleeding but a spear is headed straight towards her chest.

I fully admit that I don’t feel adrenaline rushes easily.

I think it is a product of my flight training, but at that moment I don’t think. The world around me goes red my vision tightening to a single point blac around the edges.

My lips go light and it feels as if my entire body is held up by a thousand balloons or a gravity generator making me less than half my weight but twice as strong.

Before I know it I have leaped in font of the downward cut catching the blade on my spear. Metal rings, sparks fly.

Three more spears come in contact with the shaft of my weapon.

I see their eyes widen their bodies falter.

As one single human holds all three of them off. My vision darkens, goes even more read as I hear Hijan behind me. I  remember who I am protecting, and I scream. Power like nothing I had ever felt surges through my body. The kind of power that can rip your body in half if you're not careful enough.

And I throw them off me.

Three Drev weigh almost three hundred or more pounds each, and I throw them off me. Two of them stagger away and trip backwards, and one of them is lifted half a foot from the ground and thrown more than two feet backwards.

All the muscles in my body are on ire, my legs to my back to my shoulders and biceps.

Even the muscles in my chest and abs are screaming.

And then it hits.

I am going in for another attack when a second wave of our Drev come barreling through. They take over the field like a tidal wave absolutely demolishing any who stand in their way.

I am left standing in the moss breathing hard, gasping for air.

I look down at myself only now realizing that I am bleeding. I know the blood is mine because it’s red, though I don’t feel anything.

More shuffling on the rocks behind me, and I  turn.

“Hian!” I rush over kneeling next to her as she slowly sits up.

One of her hands is gently clutching the back plate which took the brunt of the impact.

I brush away her hands to look,, though I am not sure what I am looking for.

“Tsa Jirhash?” I prod at the injury 

She winces but brushed me off

“Je je zhe ta’anini.”

I know she is going to live, but I worry she is going to be crippled. I know what that means.

She must see the fear in my eyes for she takes my hand and holds it between two of hers. Her eyes are wrinkled the way that Drev do when they smile.

“Tsa zheengish yahan. zhe leeni.” I feel my face flush just a bit. Her pride in me is…. Well it’s almost overwhelming. I realize now that the battle is over, the adrenaline starts to wear off and my hands begin to shake.

My legs are twitching so badly, that I have to take to my knees so I don’t fall over. My breathing comes in hard gasps.

Pain is returning to me, and I realize why I am bleeding.

There are cuts on my face and parts of my arms where the armor does not exist. The straps that hold on my armor leave deep bruises. My hands throb as do my bones/  Hijan pulls me a bit closer to her examining me herself as I kneel on the moss.

Looking for some cool air, I pull off my helmet letting a cool breeze blow over me.

My throat buns as I look towards the sky. The distant battle is beginning to fade.

As we kneel there on the moss, I turn to watch as our sentinel steps over broken bodies. He is painted in orange and his eyes are bright with the glee of a last battle.

“Lodnajasta.” The two of us bow our heads respectfully as he comes over

He looks down at me with surprise, “Tsa aninish. “ He seems almost impressed, and then he ruins it, “tsa dadarish yahanan huka zhe takasi tsa dee.” you did better than I thought you would.

Well thanks for that bro

I watch his expression fall a bit, and in surprise I turn to find Hijan glowering at him.

Raise an eyebrow incredulously as  I turn back to look at the sentinel.

He looks almost apologetic, “Tsa yaheen zhankeel datasajish.” you showed great honor.”

He turns and walks away, his back stiff.

I wait for him to leave before I begin to laugh incredulously and turn to look at my companion, “Hijan. Nin tsa darish.” What did you do!

She looks almost sheepish.”nee nehzhankeelan datadich.” He was being dishonorable 

She had to be insane.

She reminded me way too much of my mother in that moment.My mom would call out the president if he disrespected one of her children, and apparently so too would Hijan

I take her hand and smile, “zhe tatazi zhe tsa rekazi.”

Her eyes wrinkle again and she takes my hand.

Hijan was one of the best people/drev I had ever known.

If anything happened to her I would probably go on a homicidal rampage John Wick style. 

But barring that, I was getting some great ideas.

Sunny needed to meet hijan like yesterday 

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 12 notes

one day . one day i swear i will fix this formatting but today is not that day

Lol late is my brand

Let's go

The halflings can stack up under a trench coat

Adam has disguise self

Aerana and asyna don't need to do anything kinda

Now we're talking abt the road to el dorado

We just killed loser boy

Kenku got info from adam, cel and theo

What are we doing lmao

Adam is jiggling the small room's door and we go inside the room

Inside looks like an office, shelf w pickled body parts + cataloguing what the parts r and what they do

They were running away lmao ok

Yes we're still salty about this

"different interpretations of charm person" - jacob, 2020

Body part stuff

No halfling writing system in waterdeep

Dwarf toes, elven ears

Magic items ? Cel rolls perception 22

Weird jar w dull amber colored liquid, don't know if it's magical but noticed; unlabeled

"the jar of necrotic pee" - jacob, 2020

Smells like aloe

Adam smells his fire-resistant potion and it smells more like burnt ash

Smth else cel found has strange engravings

Just looks like metal bar

Boxy squarish iron bar abt the size of a halfling; it's strong but surprisingly light

Adam picks it up and hits a wall w it

Adam rolls for attack, 4

Nothing rlly happens

Makes a ringing sound

None of us can read giant

Looks rlly strange, written in blocky linear runes

A few things on it that stick out like engravings of ppl

Big bearded humanoids but small and fine so difficult to make out

Adam rolled 17 for investigation through files

Some stuff related to running wig shop; shop was at least somewhat a legitimate business

Notes abt billing for criminal organizations and guilds

Some ref to meeting w xant middlemen who would collect bodies

Names

Noska

Hired gorrick to track us down ??

N ?????

Adam looking for a key in the desk, doesn't find it

Head to the chest, adam tries to open

Not locked

A bunch of teeth

It's a mimic, adam has to roll damage

Adam is hit

Adam takes 10 damage

We're looking at diff things around the room and then hear a screech of pain as adam gets bitten

Slams down on adam's hand and four little eyes pop up and stare as it eats adam's hand

Mimic takes 9 damage as adam explodes

Cel shoots an arrow into the eye

22 to hit, 8 damage

Adam uses cutting words

-1d6

"hey fuck"

Adam could try to pull his hands away

Adam pulls his hands out

Adam bends down to it and takes a ration out of his backpack

"dom I'm gonna bend down to it"

The chest has closed back

Adam is going to throw rations instead, dex check

13; doesn't open so adam drops food on its head

Chest sits there looking at adam and eventually out of the side of the chest a weird stretchy amoeba-like arm comes out of it, takes the food and throws it in its mouth

"who's a good boy ? Who's a good boy !! Who's a good chest !!" adam, 2020

Adam takes out all his five rations and makes a trail leading out of the room

Chomper ? Maybe

It looks uninterested and its eyes have shut

Looks exactly like a chest now and hasn't moved; still has an arrow but just looks like a normal chest

It's a small chest that's pickuppable

Adam wants to walk his chest

Adam casts sleep on the chest

7d8s

27hp

When adam casts sleep the chest doesn't move, adam rolls perception 5

Adam tries to pick it up from behind v carefully from the bottom

It's kinda stuck to the floor and the wall; doesn't appear willing to budge

Asyna is still ape!asyna

Tries picking it up from behind like adam

Rolls a 6; won't move

One of its creepy tendrils sticks out and hits ape!asyna

10 bludgeoning damage; ape!asyna basically got slapped but now stuck to the chest

It's kind of loose now

Ape!asyna rolls a 20 and yanks it off the wall, now just dangling off asyna's arm and it's heavier than asyna thought it was

Feels dense

Adam is gonna try and tie its mouth shut

"he kinda starts flailing around a bit" dom, 2020

"aw he likes his new leash" jacob, 2020

Jacob gets hit again

Ape!asyna is gonna try and pull it off, 17 and gets off

Large clump of fur comes off and it's painful

adam "I'm going to try and use centrifugal force to swing it over my head"

"make a strength check" dom, 2020

Rolls 17

Slams it on desk, doesn't let go, nature check adam has no idea what it is

At some point the chest drops off, we stand back and adam casts shatter

11 damage

Chest kind of melts into the floor almost like it deflated, starts snaking way across room until it finds a hole and slithers up and disappears

"fuck you too chompi" adam 2020

Where it dissolves is 20 gold

"n I c e . That was worth the four spell slots" adam, 2020

Adam disguises self and turns into his dad

Adam is a tiefling

Dad is not a tiefling

Taller, dark black hair but not curly, short on the sides + floof forward

Looks more confident than adam

Same freckles

No one knew adam had freckles

Look p similar overall

Sounds the same as adam when he talks

He's a human

We don't know it's adam's dad

"a real dilf" dom, 2020, about adam's dad

"not like your REAL DAD, JACOB, JESUS" dom, 2020

Now we don't have time to unpack ALL OF THAT

Gonna find a hotel or smth

Except gotta disguise selves first

In the wig shop there is any wig u could possibly desire

Some mounted beards

Can't tell if any of the wigs r magical

I don't haAve magicccc :(

Adam puts a blonde wig on the ape

I thought asyna un-aped

Asyna un-apes and disguises self as asyna

Theo takes a long brunette wig w a braid down the back

Cel wants to pretend to be adam's child

Gets a curly dark hair wig

Hammer pants

Cel theo and adam all have freckles

It's nighttime springtime in waterdeep; it's raining

Trades ward going to find a hotel

Avoid own houses for awhile

Going to nearest inn

Let's go to the yawning portal

It is an inn not just a bar

Typ is in fact in the trades ward

One room as the father and two daughters and one room as lesbian elves

Durnan's downstairs and is friends w mirt

We head over to typ

This ward is busier than others we've seen at this time of night

Walk over to side entrance of typ

It never shuts down; always ppl here

Familiar warmth as we approach

Bard competition

Ppl placing bets, drinking, sitting in booths

The rooms r upstairs

Adam calls himself lysander

"a room for me and my daughters"

They get a room on the third story

Room on the third floor

We rendezvous in adam's room

We hear a scream echo out from the well

Adam has two plans

One includes his pants

The pants plan is we track down the dude w the pants

Second includes him singing, waiting to get mugged by the zants

Get mercenary help ?

Pants is plan c

Durnan is plan a

Cel is portia

Theo is lavinia

The doors lock

Long rest? Long rest maybe later

Adam and cel go up to one of the goliaths

"hey there big friend"

He looks like a well-read person

Takes out honey and asks him if he knows what it is

O it's honey

"well there r means of finding this out . For a price"

How much per item - FIVE GOLD

Adam hands him 10 gold and the big rod

"this is a jar of ointment that was first created by the wizard kyogton" I have no idea what that wizard's name is but that's what it sounded like

A dose can be swallowed or applied to the skin and in addition to healing and rejuvenating health, any poison or disease it may have is instantaneously cured

Can't tell how many doses in it

It's v expensive, v rare

Now the stick and he looks uber interested in it

"hm , where did you find this"

"my dad's attic ,,, he's a hoarder"

"let's make a deception check with a capital d"

Nat 1

Adam tells this guy the whole thing and the guy nods

"this is a valuable piece . Would you be interested in parting with it"

Cloud giants made them so their servants could help them build their castles

It's an immovable rod

Writing speaks of ancient cloud giants that were war-inclined

Flat button on the end of it

He sticks it out into the air and presses the button; when he takes his hand away, the rod doesn't fall and it stays floating in the air

Adam grabs onto it but he can't move it

Anybody can push the button tho

Adam asks what the goliath is offering

Offers us 5,000 gold

Adam gets his name - woetheir ????

Woetheir frequents typ when he's here

They're going on a quest; were asked by the open lord to complete a task on the isle of chault

Adam's gonna go to bed

Cel's gonna take a bath

We take long rest

Durnan time

Adam gives durnan a quick rundown of what happened

"ayo what's poppin durnan long time no see my guy"

It's morning it's 9ish breakfast time

Doesn't give any indication whether or not he recognizes them

Adam asks for scrambled eggs and bacon

Adam's asking if he knows anything abt the xants

Theo asks durnan if there's somewhere more secluded they can talk

Gestures to one of the booths and theo cel adam go over

They're uh . Telling durnan everything p much

He has look of passive disinterest but slightly less disinterest the more of the story they tell

"how is mirt?"

"he has renaer and floon"

"he's let himself go"

The xants r v powerful; leadership inscrutable even to open lord herself

Prior, durnan didn't care abt open lord

Guesses whoever obtains the stone would b hunted by the city which could b problematic

Half a million gold dragons

Could get help outside the city ? Roots go deep but do not extend outwards

Flee or contact city officials

"I think theo has a crush on him" adam, 2020

Stone is likely being taken or was already taken to guild hq

We could bust into hq but probs bad idea

Durnan says he's sure anyone could break into xants hq

Lmao durnan sounds so weighed down by life

Every now and then he looks over to well

Durnan is basically saying friendship is magic

The xants don't often come to typ and don't draw swords there

They fear it and durnan

"what's the hole?" adam rolls for insight, dirty 20

Odd expression comes across durnan's face

Mixture of disgust and longing

Uh … disgust and longing … for a hole? Ok durnan

We don't have to talk abt that I guess

Cel asks durnan to send a message to mirt to let him know we're safe but probs not gonna see him for awhile

Apparently the xants aren't too particular abt their henchmen

He says ask the barkeep abt it

Passive perception

At some point durnan leaves and right as theo says that we hear a loud thump and someone says "cripes"

Jones ?

Cel looks under the table and there's jones

Cel drags him out

Theo has a new idea "hey guys let's not go through with using adam as bait yet"

Adam looks down at the goblin and threatens to make him deaf

Plan d is to eat jones

We take jones upstairs

Theo explains her new plan

If the stone is already at their hq

We go to them

Jones doesn't mess w the xants

Why is jones rhyming

What r we talking abt lmao oops I was looking at primary results

I'M SCREAMING I DIDN'T KNOW GOODSPACEGUY WAS 81

No one has asked us for info abt the stone ?

Lmao is this like @me abt what's his name

Jb nevercaught ???? Jp nevercaught ?????? Idk who he is

What's our goal

We gotta figure out what we wanna do ig

We just wanna know where the xants r otherwise we duct tape his mouth and tie him up

"consider it stroked and very, very much needed" jones, 2020

To the dock ward in a wrecked whale oh the wrecked whale

"not the erect whale" cel, 2020 ????

There's a knock at the door

There's no peephole

Asyna asks "who is it"

HAHAHHAHAHA

MARGUERITE LMAO

"uh I work at the bar downstairs uh durnan had some - he wanted to speak to the drow"

I'm screwed

He has page hat on

"first durnan said we could stay as long as we'd like"

And he was offered money by this guy to speak to me

There's an elven man w v long and stringy hair, pointed nose and pointy ears

Looks rlly skinny and physically weak

Looking over scrolls

"guess who"

What the fuck

Nareel ??? naREEL????? WHO THE FUCK IS NAREEL???????

I don't kNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING !!!!!!

The stone fascinates him

Offering us partial membership

Occasional encouragement to go on various missions

He has resources

Treasure and gold involved, but not for the weak-willed

Offering 500 gold for completion of a task

They have captured a high-ranking member of the xants and tried to get info of him

More resilient than they thought he would be

They need him back in three days

Is this a roast session ???? Of aerana ???? When she dips to hang out with the other guy ???????

They're trying to figure out who her friend is

Jones wanted to be a painter

Adam is offering to have jones join us to maybe kill him??????

If he wants gold he has to go get it

They'll keep

"I'm gonna fill your goody bag real good so you better keep your mouth shut" adam, 2020 to jones

Oh god I'm such an avoidant lmao

Oh god I don't

"these conversations will become more difficult as things become more difficult but I think for now that went as well as it could have possibly gone"

"you will find him in your basement"

wHICH BASEMENT

We're gonna go home

To the north ward we go

You go to the basement

The ropes look kinda weird

He's not tied with rope

They're metal bands looped around him

Metal bindings

Doesn't look like he's gonna get out of it

Adam and cel don't see anything out of the ordinary but have noticed things moved around a little bit

Dwarf w dark brown skin, white/gray beard, looks roughed up - not injured, just worse for wear

Adam has him make a wisdom saving throw

Adam charms him

Approaches him first

Adam starts massaging his shoulders

Jfdkaslfha then takes the gag off

"are you here to let me out?" the dwarf

"even better I'm here to spend some quality time with you" adam, 2020

Says he has to get back to the master

Master silgar must be fed

His sacred duty is to feed master silgar

Master silgar has a shimmering son what

"Shakes the oceans with a swish of his body"

In the beginning there was xanathar and then he said silgar should be the one they care for until the seas rise and destroy the city

Controls the eye of the xanathar as the eye of the xanathar control him

His name is ot stillgeer

Adam says his name is cain

Blasphemy for adam to propose bringing lord silgar to him

Lord silgar lives in a great temple

He's the high priest of silgar

We're telling him it's our summer home

Adam winks at everyone and we go upstairs

Adam casts second-level sleep on him

44hp puts him to sleep

Adam is gonna disguise-self a beard when the dwarf next wakes up

Stage it so it looks like he had been there for a month

Everyone changes their clothes

Tally marks on the wall

It's like late afternoon at this time

Adam tells him he woke up after 79 days, rolls for deception

Rolls a 24

Looks over and says "79 days"

"am I dead"

"no but the xanathar want you dead"

"I'm free"

23 for deception

Lord silgar is a fish? A fish ? A goldfish

Lord xanathar loves his goldfish more than anything

Ot has to replace the fish

19 mans is telling the truth

Not really any sign we're being watched when cel rolls for perception

We watch ot, take turns resting and surveilling our own house

Night comes

When asyna is on watch in the tower

Sees figures start making way across street to our house

6 humanoids start trying to break into the house

Glass shatters as one goes through a window

The tapestry was lord silgar

The goldfish has no connection to the koi fish asyna spoke to

Two objectives?

Find the stone

Or control the xanathar w a fish

The stone is a map to half a million gold

#12 #sn #dnd #wdh #d&d

[teethhunter]

Y’all I’m back into Rwby and wrote a thing for the first time in a long ass time. 

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21624754

Summary:  Ruby and Yang are Huntresses now. Qrow pays a visit to Patch to have a much needed conversation with Tai.

TW: Past alchohol abuse, withdrawl symtoms, generally not great coping mechanisms. 

Basically it’s just Tai and Qrow talking about TraumaTM and what it means to be a parent. Mild spoilers for volume 7. 

Tai set a warm cup of tea down in front of Qrow, watching him carefully. It didn’t go over Qrow’s head that this was a test of sorts.

In a different time- not too long ago, he would have pulled out his flask and poured a generous helping of cheap liquor into the cup.

Qrow looked from the cup, to Tai, tilting his head to the side with just the hint of a smirk, a silent acknowledgement of the challenge he’d been given. When he picked up his cup, the trembling of his hands was impossible to hide. It came and went, and right now it made it difficult but not impossible to drink without spilling the hot liquid everywhere.

That smirk of his disappeared, morphing into something of shame and annoyance when he noticed the pitying look Tai was giving him now. He cleared his throat, setting the cup back down with a graceless clang that left a small pool of steaming tea on the table. Neither of them had said more than a handful of words to each other, someone had to break the silence.

“So, the girls are huntresses now…” Qrow commented, best to acknowledge the Goliath in the room.

The silence lingered after, broken again only by a sigh, Tai’s eyes closed as he forced a tense smile. “I heard. Yang wrote to me. They’re all so young still but, well, guess they’ve been through enough. They deserve it.”

“Yang wrote to you?” Qrow had expected that Tai would have heard the news already, but normally it was Ruby that wrote letters. Yang had always had the tendency to forget to update people, where Ruby loved recounting all that happened.

“Mhm, got a few letters from her. Keeps me in the loop. Sounds like she’s doing so well, I always knew she could bounce back.” Tai’s pride in his daughter’s accomplishments apparent in every word, but laced with worry hidden underneath.

“Both those kids are made of tough stuff. Ha, guess you’ll be happy to know Ruby’s learned how to throw a punch, no weapons needed.” It was a tentative step into dangerous waters between the two of them. Tai wanted to know how Ruby was doing, but Qrow was probably the last person he wanted to hear it from.

Once upon a time, Tai and Qrow were close, trusted each other in and out of battle. Many things strained that bond, Raven leaving, Qrow’s devotion to Ozpin’s mission, Summer’s disappearance. They were never given respite from all that happened, many things were left unsaid, or simmered until they boiled over into harsh arguments. In the end what all but broke the fragile companionship between them was the fate of a little rose.

The heavy blanket of silence once again settled over them, broken only by the scratching of Zwei pawing at Tai’s leg. That dog had a keen sense for when Tai was distressed. Zwei was the last peace offering Qrow had offered Tai, soon after Tai finally gave in and let Ruby take the entrance exam for Signal. Tai lifted the dog into his lap, visibly relaxing slightly as he absently ran his fingers through Zwei’s fur. Moments like this made sure that Qrow didn’t regret bringing that puppy to Patch.

“Look..” Qrow mumbled, floundering with what to say. Having serious discussions with not a drop of alcohol in his system was near foreign to him now. His arms itched, whether it was to reach for a drink or fly away from this, he wasn’t sure. “I know there’s things you want to say to me. So just go on and say it, yell at me, fight me, I don’t give a damn, just say something.” He’d become accustomed to speaking in half truths, for once he craved something straightforward.

Tai blinked, and for a moment it was silent again before he set Zwei gently on the floor. “You told her to go to Haven. You knew she would go. You followed.” He tersely laid out those facts.

Qrow bit down the want to deflect, to say that he didn’t exactly tell Ruby to go to Haven. That wouldn’t be the truth, he knew what he’d been doing that whole time. “Yes, I did.”

“I just can’t seem to figure it out. Why you seem to want my daughter dead.” Tai said, tone startlingly flat. And there it was, the argument they’d had over and over since Ruby was old enough to take interest in stories of Huntsmen and Grimm.

“Tai. That is- that’s the last thing I want, and you know it.”

“But it is! What is any of this? Train her up, send her to her death? She’s got a target on her back and you point her right towards the danger, again and again. If you hadn’t encouraged her to be a huntress, if you hadn’t trained her, if she didn’t go to Beacon so early- she’s so young, she could be safe at home.” Tai was trembling with the effort to not yell, to not cry.

“I nearly punched Ozpin when I caught wind Ruby was going to Beacon early. If Gynda hadn’t been there, I would’ve. Of course I care. She’d have a target on her either way, I’d rather she have a weapon and know how to use it then,” Qrow said.

Tai’s hand darted out, grabbing one of Qrow’s wrists, nearly crushing it, a demand that Qrow listen to him. “You’re still sending her off to her death.”

Those words lingered in the air for a moment. It was hard to look at Tai, much harder than ignoring the bruising grip Tai had on him. He gave Tai a curious look. “Do you think she would have been happy?” He asked simply.

“What?”

“When you started teaching Yang to spar, Ruby came to me begging to be trained too, said you wouldn’t let her. Kid glued herself to me, stubborn little brat,” There was no way to feign annoyance at that with the fondness tinging his tone. “There was no denying that spark she had though. You saw it too. I know, it scared me too,” Those last words nearly whispered, a confession he’d never put to words before. “I’m pretty sure you remember that day, you completely lost it on me when you found out.”

Tai only nodded mutely, his grip on Qrow’s wrist loosening.

“Y’know, she snuck out of her room that night, after you put her to bed,” Qrow said. “I was half drunk on the couch, and this kid shows up sniffling, saying how sorry she was that she made us fight. Tried to get her to go back to bed but she wouldn’t stop sobbing, so I let her stay there. When she finally calms down and is about to go to sleep she says something else. Says she just wants to fight off all the bad guys like me, and her mama and daddy. Says she wanted her daddy to teach her, but he barely even looks at her.”

The story was pointedly aimed at Tai, but it was the truth. That wasn’t long after Tai had really started pulling himself out of his depression, starting to manage being a single parent with much less help as Qrow went on longer missions. Still, looking at the little girl who was a near mirror image of her mother wasn’t easy.

All at once, Tai deflated. His hand that held Qrow’s wrist now fell heavily onto the table, his head drooping. “I was so damn jealous of you. I still am.” He said, the tremble in his voice matched the tremble of his shoulders.

“Hm?” Qrow didn’t quite get what that had to do with any of this.

“You can connect with her in a way I never could. She’s always looked up to you, always listened to you- she’d never drink milk before you told her it’d make her grow strong. Before she could even write, if we had an address for you while you were on a mission she’d draw pictures to send to you.” Tai explained.

Qrow nodded, though Tai couldn’t see him. He didn’t say anything, having a feeling there was more the other wanted to say.

“She’s… she looks just like Sum- like her mother, and she fights and sometimes acts just like you.” It was the closest Tai could get to saying what he was trying to get at.

Tai wasn’t wrong in those observations either. Ruby had always gravitated towards her Uncle Qrow to confide in, and picked up on many of his habits, thankfully few of the bad ones. They had no blood relation yet people mistook him to be her father on more than one occasion. Qrow never had any intentions of being a father, not now, not ever, he hadn’t even expected to live this long. Yet the pride he felt at every one of Ruby’s successes, and the chilling fear of losing her, was all undeniably parental.

“C’mon Tai-Tai.” Qrow said lightly, an old nickname rolled off his tongue easily, making Tai raise his head to look at him. “There’s a whole lot of you in her, you just aren’t looking. The sheer amount of energy that kid has? Or the way she can make a friend without realizing it just by smiling at them. That’s all you.” He assured.

Despite the tears still trickling down Tai’s cheeks, he looked just slightly soothed by that. Still he gave Qrow a doubtful look.

Qrow sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m not lying about that stuff. But you want it from me straight? Okay. You did a shit job at bonding with her. You want her safe so bad-and that’s not wrong, but you wanted to… well, this is a shit metaphor but you wanted to clip her wings, keep her in a cage.” All at once Tai wanted Qrow to shut up, and to continue, this all needed to be said eventually.

“Her being trained by me made sense, she’s never going to be a fisticuffs fighter like you, she’s fast, needed to learn how to fight in the air, and picked up on using a scythe faster than I did.” Qrow pointed this all out just to delay what he knew he needed to say next.

“And I’m not gonna claim I was always good at this… I mean fuck, there was a time where I thought I’d never be able to look at her while sober. But when you look her in the eyes, you see a ghost, Tai. Things got easier the more I could see that kid as her own person. She’s not Summer.”

The air in the room stood uncomfortably still, like the house itself was holding its breath. Then their eyes met, two men who had lost too much. They both were crying. Tai moved around the table, and reached out. Qrow tensed, expecting a fight, it’d been a long time since contact didn’t mean a fight. Yet there wasn’t a hint of aggression as Tai pulled him into a hug. So slowly he returned the embrace.

Things weren’t okay. There was still so much left unsaid. But for just a moment after acknowledging women they both mourned in their own unhealthy way, and the girls left behind that they both desperately wanted to protect, they could find a hint of comfort.

#rwby #qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #fanfic

[miles-leszczynski]

SELF PARA: a few good men

miles was not a complicated man. you threaten the people he cared about and you answered for it. and terry was going to answer for it. attacking someone in a dark alleyway was one thing, but to have the audacity to call his precinct and goad him as he did, that was just dickish. and miles never had much tolerance jerks.

he parked his impala about a few yards out from the warehouse. beyond that was empty flatlands. in the middle of winter with no hills, no trees, no trucks, there was nowhere to hide. he stepped into the warehouse, his badge weighing heavy in his pocket and his gun poised in hand. it was dark inside. no light in here except blinding sparkles from the chinks between the steel panels. they threw thin lines and spots of illuminations across the floor. the floor was mostly earth, soaked in old oil, matted with flakes of rust and patches of concrete. all around him was old machinery, uniformly brown and scaly with decay. he didn’t know what any of it was. there were tines and blades and wheels and metal all bent and welded into fantastical shapes. construction stuff. not his area of expertise. not even close. one thing was for sure, and it was that you wouldn’t want to get cut by one of those without a tetanus shot.

there was nothing at all. no wind, no night sounds, and he had been listening hard. it was like he had gone deaf.

then he heard something. footsteps. miles didn’t even get a chance to turn around before he felt the— whatever it was, clock him on the back of his head, throwing him forward. he fell face first into the ground, his limbs sprawled out. his gun fell from his hand and skittered off to some unknown shadow. if he thought he was deaf before, all he could hear now was ringing. terry said something, miles couldn’t quite catch it. however, it was difficult to miss the pain that shot up his leg when the heel of terry’s boot connected with his ankle. riddled with pain, miles’ entire body jerked in a spasm, his cry echoing through the concrete walls. no one could hear him. he could not see through the tears that pricked behind his eyes, though he imagined that terry was smirking. “detective…know…rude…not…face…” miles could decipher little else between the ringing and the pain but he was not offered any relief for terry’s boot was introduced to miles’ stomach before graduating to his face, the latter was done with enough force to  knock him to the side so that he was on his back. he could taste blood in his mouth.

“you know, you have been a real pain in my ass detective. interrupting me. putting me in jail. sending out a manhunt for me. really bad for my reputation.” terry hit him across the cheek, a big vicious blow, his fist drawing blood. this wasn’t a good sign. at least a hit to the nose indicated some finality, a hit to the cheek? he had every intention of drawing this out. terry knelt down transferring his weight onto his knee as he weighed down on miles’ chest. terry was big, easily miles’ height if not taller and with twice as much weight. he had big waist made tiny by huge chest, arms and shoulders. he was the type of guy who ate two dinners and was still hungry afterwards. and the longer his knee stayed on miles’ chest the harder it was for him to breathe. to think. “not so heroic now are you? reina’s little knight in leather.” he detected some malice at the end of his word. oh boy. this wasn’t just business anymore. this was personal.

“you like her, don’t you?”

he said nothing. confused, terry lifted his knee after so slightly.

“you do! man, I really hate to break this to you buddy, but I don’t think she’s really your type.”

terry considered this. temporarily distracted by the possible answer. “and why’s that exactly?”

he said very quietly so that the big guy leaned in fractionally to hear his answer. and a fraction was all miles needed. “she likes men.”

miles head-butted him hard in the face, a savage snapping movement, a solid bone-to-bone contact. terry’s entire frame fell from him with loud yelp and miles wiggled free from beneath his weight. but pain ensured that he would not get very far. like a puppet with its strings cut, miles crumbled to the floor a painful hiss whistled between his teeth. he would not get very far with his ankle in its current condition. terry knew this, which is why he went for the ankle first. apparently terry was not as much of an idiot as he first perceived him to be.

by some fortune the towering goliath decided not to move for him straight away. with miles still writhing on the floor, the man took his time delighting in some of the tools that were on display at one of the work tables. he returned with a pipe wrench. swinging it back and forth, the sheer weight of it making audible slashes through the air. blood was gushing down terry’s nose in a steady stream, rimming his teeth as he smiled. a deranged, sadistic smile. by the time he got close enough miles had found support on one of the nearby work tables and managed to clamber onto his feet, careful not to put too much weight on his bad leg. his eyes frantically searched the length of the tarp dressed table for some tools but his choice was limited. spanners and screw drivers and loose bits of nails. nothing against a fucking pipe wrench. shit. shit. shit.

“i’ve got a message for you, pal.”

“really?” miles spun around, pressing his back against the table. he wore an expression of feigned innocence.

“actually it’s more of a question.”

“any difficult words? you need more time?” miles never found out what the message was. with a feral growl, terry dumped his weight on his right foot and started a short, compact backswing with the heavy metal tool. even when wielded with minimal effort, if you were hit with that thing, you were definitely going to feel it in the morning. and terry was sparing no effort. the arch was aimed to break miles’ left arm between the shoulder and the elbow and he couldn’t let that happen. he needed that. the detective had his right foot move a split second after the wrench, and before the tool stopped moving backward and started moving forward miles had grabbed a handful of white tarp and threw it at terry’s face and with it, the various tools and trinkets that was collecting dust on the sheet. at this point, two things could happen. terry could spin on his forehand to try to avoid the tarp or he could flail on the backhand, a hail mary blind swing into the void, hoping for a surprise, hoping for a lucky contact. he opted for the latter. which miles was half expecting and wholly rooting for. the detective planted his feet and jerked from the waist and drove the heel of his hand  into the knob of the guy’s elbow, that force jabbing one way, the weight of the swinging wrench pulling the other, the elbow joint cracking, the wrist overextending, the wrench falling, and terry’s right arm incapacitated. confused by the tarp and overwhelmed by the sudden pain, miles crouched over, his leg swept in a wide arch across the floor, strong and firm, he took out both of terry’s feet and forced him onto his back. score two for miles.

as he scrambled away from terry’s assault, miles realised three fundamental facts:

one. fighting was not an option. not without a weapon. not when he could barely put any weight on his left leg without crying out in pain and definitely not when he was shuddering at every intake of breath. his only option was to flee.

two. he needed to get away, but he won’t get very far. it was clear that if he could not make it a metre on foot without collapsing in a heap he could not make it anywhere without his car.

three. he needed to hide. wait terry out until an opportune moment presented itself. then make a break for it. call for backup.

miles came to rest with his back against one of the pillars that held up the building. further concealed by a large scaffolding and a curtain of white tarp. he sucked in a breath and forced himself, with shaking arms, at least partially upright and gritted his teeth through the pain that followed. he willed himself to breathe properly, though every breath made him want to cry out. there was silence for ten long minutes, with miles’ hand clamped over his mouth to silence the whistles of his winded breath.

“you should have killed me when you had the chance detective.”

then came footsteps.

“but that really isn’t your style is it?”

slow drawn out footsteps that echoed through hollow building.

“the ever so righteous, detective leszczynski.”

then came the sound of tools clattering against concrete as terry resorted to ripping tarps off work tops.

“he would never think to kill a man when he was down, isn’t that right?” terry laughed a madman’s laugh. “but you fail to see one thing detective; we’re not so different, you and me. just because we have different interests, albeit yours is probably more noble than mine, doesn’t mean that we wouldn’t do anything to secure our interests, isn’t that right? doesn’t mean we wouldn’t kill for them.”

after five minutes of searching and no results, the footsteps came to a halt. there was only the echoes of terry’s voice ringing across the walls.

“do you like puzzles detective? i’ve got a good one for you. you spent four years learning how to hold a gun. correct?”

miles stood still.

“i spent thirteen years learning how to kill people. so how scared am i?”

miles stood still.

“flash forward to today, you still can’t even make sergeant. i was so good at my job, i earn more in one year than you could ever hope to make in ten. so how scared are you?”

miles stood still.

“found you.” miles saw the fist too late. he dodged left and it caught him on the shoulder. he was spun around by the sheer force of the blow and was quickly grabbed from behind by the neck. two huge hands seized around his throat, strangling him. if miles doesn’t start doing something and fast, he was going to die. his shoulders were hunched and he was pumping up his neck to resist the strangler. miles was wrenching hard. no air was getting in and he was losing it. in a last ditch effort, he reached up and broke terry’s fingers. miles heard the knuckles splinter over the screaming in his ears. but terry held on, so he graduated to his ring finger. more splintering— like pulling a chicken apart, until finally he let go. one would think that after all he’s been through terry would think twice about pursuing this endeavour but money was a vicious motivator and terry was a resilient man. he wadded back for seconds, his anger shaded his face purple. miles could barely breath and terry was back with a vengeance. he punched miles in the jaw. that hurt. and continued his assault with short jabs to the arm and chest forcing him to stumble back until he felt his back pressed against the cold bars of the scaffolding. with no way through there was only one way forward: up.

miles grappled at the metal bars, but his breath was short and his ankle refused to cooperate. he did not make it more than a metre before he felt a cry of pain tear through his lips as a hand seized his ankle. no one could hear him. just as the hold on his ankle tightened, the grip he had on the bar loosened. in a desperate grab, miles’ hand closed on the white tarp that clothed the scaffolding and pulled. it came loose beneath his fingers and in a cloud of dust and an orchestra of metal against concrete, a cascade of metal bars rained on them, knocking miles to the side. his back smashed against the concrete with a force that left him breathless. miles closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, arms sliding now around his stomach where he had been kicked. he rolled over into a fetal position, indulging himself in a second of luxurious pain. he sucked in a breath, and groaned. his hand reached out to try and brace himself as he tried to sit up. he felt it slip underneath him on something wet and sticky. he lifted his hand up for inspection. even in the darkness he could see it. the sickening colour of crimson. it was blood.

miles jerked away from it with a start. it did not take much. he just needed to change his position a little, which turned his head a little, which changed his eye line a little and-- dear god.

terry stared back at him. his sightless eyes were wide open. his olive skin was pale with death and yellow in the light. his limb was twisted and he carried a sort of quizzical look about him. as if unsure of what really to make of his situation. he was buried in a pile of silver metal bars with one in particular standing upright. beneath the bars was where the pool of blood was sourced. shit. shit. shit. his pain temporarily forgotten, miles hurled himself at the pile, heaving the bars off of terry in a desperate attempt to get to the body beneath. he could not help but wished that he hadn’t. the end of the erected metal bar disappeared into terry’s torso, among a shining inchoate mass of red, of glistening pearly surfaces of dark gleaming stuff all seething and steaming. not quite comprehending what just happened, miles reached out to grab the bar, as if to try and pull it out of him. his efforts were halted when a hand gripped miles’ collar bringing him down toward cold lips. “you see detective.” he could feel terry’s red hand smearing blood onto his cheek and the man’s cold breath as he spoke sent shivers down his spine. “we’re not so different after all.”

terry’s hand fell away and he said nothing else.

#self para: #a few good men #tw: violence #tw: death #tw: blood #man this literally took me 5eva #i am physically and emotionally exhausted #imma take a nap and cry #not necessarily in that order

[chrispaladin-blog]

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For the OC Creation Asks: 1, 12, 19 for Denver, Flora, Goliath, Agnes, and Kaz

!!! thank you krys!💋

1. What's the first element of your OC that you remember considering?

Denver: i knew i wanted a dullahan oc but this also came up while i was obsessed w vintage rodeo posters thus: a western headless horseman

Flora: i dont like making ocs without a partner, and i wanted Denver to have goofy interactions w a human, maybe someone on a scavenger hunt that they become invested in over time

Goliath: oh i was fucked up on the miy_yuu cover of Traffic Jam and wanted an oc w that kind of chaotic/hungry vibe

Agnes: another one, i wanted a partner for Go, but i wanted a calmer/more serious vibe, something more like Woodkid's music

Kaz: Kaz and Mozzwood came into being at the same time! i was listening to Bombs by bnny rbbt and liked the idea of a kid and a monster roadtripping home

12. What have you found most difficult abt creating art for your OC?

Denver + Flora: i. have the Worst time trying to figure out how a fucking horse works

Goliath + Agnes: i have very specific interactions between them i want to draw but what i have in my head is just outside of my capabilities and i get frustrated that it doesn't look how i want it to dcnjdn

Kaz: again, specific interactions i want between her and the other flock members just outside of my reach, and this is at least 30% bc i dont know how to draw a car

19. What is your favorite fact abt your OC?

Denver: they're a bit softhearted! esp for Flora, once they get to trust her they're very caring and careful w her (but likes teasing her sometimes)

Flora: she romanticizes her life, no one's gonna do the shoujo flowers and sparkles for her so she does it herself

Goliath: he's terrified of ghosts. like he acts tough and says he doesnt believe in spiritual shit but he's absolutely certain Elle's shop is haunted (it is) and he is Nervous

Agnes: she's secretly a romantic and has a hidden stash of fabio-esque books. she's so serious but at night by candlelight she's up in bed just 👁️👁️ halfway thru an intense confession chapter

Kaz: she functions as a matriarch and when they add Gabby to the clan she's very caring and motherly with her. she loves doting on this little girl but absolutely does not have time for anyone else's bullshit

#ask #ocs #YELLS THANKS KRYS #APPRECIATE YA!