what'd she mean by that 🤔 missed the vtmb vampire lesbians so
pandora (girl with beanie) belongs to @napelf
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Hello again! New questions bc im really curious!
How much do you all identify with your puppets and their appearances? Are they more of a tool for you or are they significant for your sense of self? I've noticed that your appearances somewhat reflect your personalities, was this a design choice made by your architects or have you been adjusting looks along the way by yourselves? (I know Habitually Stargazing did a little, the dress looks really pretty on you btw!) Im particularily fascinated by the antennas! Im guessing you don't use them much having a hard-wire connection to the rest of your superstructures, right? (perhaps they would be more practical when communicating with visitors in your chambers? I don't know..) Im seeing a sort of analogy between animal motifs in ancient art and masks and those retro-looking antenna resembling those used with older technology, though I might be wrong.. I'd be thrilled to know whether these hold any cultural / traditional signifincance among machines alike!
Also I'd love to know more about your serial numbers! What do they mean, and do you more identify with them or with your names?
Finally, Flowers - a creature for you
It's an umbrella slug, hiding under it's umbrella!
Hope you all have a wonderfull day, looking forward to hear from you!
SDA: Oh! While the exact details might vary from case to case, I would say that it's a bit of both - the puppet is a tool tied to an iterator's sense of self.
SDA: The puppet is only a small part of yourself, but it represents you as a whole. You .. used it to communicate with your citizens, you use it to communicate with your peers. Others start to see *you* in this form. The more you use it, the more you begin to identify with it. With time, its image truly becomes yours.
SDA: From our creators' perspective, it might have been a matter of needing an interface to interact with us. It seemed to be more natural to speak with something that you can actually look in the face.
SDA: Another important fact is that the puppet is by far the most expressive part of our bodies. Our biological elements can be somewhat controlled by our programming, but it cannot fully override them - there will always be a living, sentient being deep below.
SDA: One that has its own emotions, preferences, opinions; one that wants to express itself. The puppet serves as an outlet for that. It can gesticulate, it allows you to convey how you feel in a way that's understandable to most.
TFB: It would've probably been easier for them if we couldn't think for ourselves. Just tell us what to do and we do it until the end of time, no questions asked.
TFB: Instead, they chose to fully depend on something with an *attitude*! Some really tried their best to keep good relations with their iterator, afraid of putting it in a bad mood...
SDA: Yes, I suppose...
SDA: Some of us might pay greater attention to the puppet's appearance, adjusting it to our own tastes, mostly with clothes and accessories. Fashion was important in our creators' culture, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for an iterator to request a new robe or a necklace. Some took matters into their own hands.
SDA: ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ramble on like this.
BROS: Don't you dare, it's always nice hearing you so passionate about something~
BROS: About the antennae - you're right, they're not as powerful as the equipment in the rest of the structure! They're decent for close-range stuff, and they're what you'd resort to in case of an emergency.
BROS: Like, somehow losing access to the rest of your body. The puppet can't do much on its own, but thanks to these, it would be able to communicate with anything near it.
BROS: Aaand they were mostly another way for the architect to visualize whatever concept they had for a puppet.
HS: I'm almost offended by the "retro" remark. As far as I'm concerned, these are state-of-the-art.
BROS: Sure, sure~
BROS: Finally, as for the model numbers. They represent the architect's name, the cycle when the project was officially completed, and the name of the project at that time, like this:
BROS: Nobody really identifies with this, it's mostly used in paperwork - maybe some database stuff. Even if two iterators were given the same name, it's extremely unlikely they also had the same creator *and* creation date, so it allows for telling us apart that way.
HS: The name that appears in your model number isn't truly binding either. Such as...
TFB: Come on now, don't put them on the spot like that.
SDA: ...
SDA: It's fine...
SDA: Originally, I was called "Visions of Serenity", you'll see me in databases as GTIAOT672005VOS.
SDA: I was renamed shortly after, due to some... rather unfortunate coincidence.
SDA: It really doesn't matter now.
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TFB: Also, thank you so much!! I don't get to see many marine species around these parts, this is lovely!
HS: (...and thank you...)
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Finished Yútú the Jade Rabbit’s redesign recently! Please enjoy! :3 🐇
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Been obsessing over the fact that my old oc, Artie, and Kinitopet are like so one in the same it's actually crazy.
Pink AI that's friendly on the surface, is actually really clingy and obsessive at times. Lonely and really just trying to fulfill a core objective as set by their creator or other influences, someone or something that they look up to as a godly figure maybe.
They both act as your friendly AI assistant, Artie is just for a specific program, while Kinito just gets to be his own thing.
Both want you to stay with them. Both will go out of their way to do things to make sure that happens.
they are so silly to me, and i love them
Also I found an old sketch from way back that somehow mimics the literal same plot beats to the ending portion of kinitopet and that threw me for a loop. Too bad it was only a concept sketch.
ohhh i love sentient silly ai so much... ohhh i love themmmmmm
something something sentience of ai is inherently a tragedy or something like that.
thank you for listening to me ramble. ahem.
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It's about time I drew my precious daughter <3
In case you didn't know, this is Li Na, my freenoodles fankid!!! I write a bunch about her on ao3, so feel free to check it out if you're interested :]
This obviously isn't what she looks rn in the fics (she literally turned 100 days old fjdskl;fdjsaf) but this is my default doodling age for her ( is she 5? 6? 7??? You decide!) and now she's finally colorized !!! It's nice to have a solid reference pic for future reference and color schemes lmao
Also, the stuffed jade rabbit's name is Yue, after the little sparkly crescent moon on her forehead <3
I love her so much fkjasl;ajfdlsa;
GO VOTE FOR HER IN THE LMK OC COMPETITION!!!
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By the way if you’d like to update pico’s Spirit design completely up to you
(Ya don’t gotta answer. I’m a super secret person ya would never guess who I am🥸)
How’d you know he’s been on my mind lately mystery person that is totally not Coko huehue
The only tweaks I made for his look was longer ears, a lion’s like mane cuz cmon that’s just cute, and different eye markings but it might change cuz I’m still indecisive on one I want to settle with. And the fun part is you can go crazy with the foliage that grows on his back, there’s no specific one way to do it cuz just like nature, it’s inconsistent and all over the place :D
Some additional stuff I wanted to add onto him. He himself is only tethered to the forest, he can’t leave it whatsoever. Maybe it’s cuz he’s the guardian of it or maybe just some unexplained mystical mojo is at play, but all he knows is he can’t step foot outside the forest. Another thing is the way he laughs, kinda similar to sounds regular opossums make, he gives off a “ch” noise. Also he’s always gonna be dirty and covered in dirt and grass stains and not really care about how he looks. But if those he’s assisting want to offer a lil groom he’s not gonna refuse. He quite likes flower crowns :3
OH and his favorite resting place is a giant weeping willow tree cuz those are my favourite trees to place in a fantasy setting >:0
(your babie is so cute I couldn’t resist adding him again @cokoweee )
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Funky little Bell
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Helloo! My name is Lyla and I like your concept of Dandy! I would like to ask, did anything inspire them? Also, which gender are they? (IMO, they look like a girl to me....😊 but if you think otherwise, that's fine❤)
OH HELLO!!! Thank you I'm so glad that people like Dandy so much, it makes me so so giddy!!! Um, Dandy is inspired by a lot of things! Lots of my personal interests soaked into Dandy when I was designing them.
If you don't mind me rambling a little about Dandy's process, Dandy took me 3 months to make! Give or take at least. And they went through three other revisions before I was happy with their look!
THESE WERE ALL THREE GOING TO BE DANDY! I was a little directionless when I made these three. I just knew "flowers" and that was...it. But otherwise I was kinda just throwing things at a wall and seeing what sticked. The last one is the closest to what Dandy ended up as but still wasn't quite right! Eventually I had to put these away and make a sort of inspo board, look at colors and clothes and puppets I liked. BUT YES there is one BIG MAIN INSPIRATION that really cemented Dandy's silly look. And it's THIS GUY!
Boober from Fraggle Rock! Like when I saw him I realized I remembered the show growing up and I just... AUGH it filled me with joy to remember so I picked him up, picked up some color palettes I liked, picked up some clothes images, and ran with it. Eventually they ended up as the little goober we all know today!
OH RIGHT! GENDER! yes yes um. Dandy is androgynous! On purpose! They're inspired by characters I grew up with, like Crona from Soul Eater, where no one could seem to agree what pronouns to give them. So Dandy is meant to be a character the writers couldn't seem to agree was masculine or feminine so the show and physical illustrations flip flopped between he and she. That is to say, all are correct! Dandy goes by any! I use they/them to try and be consistent but otherwise you may call them what you wish! So you may use she/her when addressing them if you so wish!
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hello, i hope you're well~
can you share a bit more about your ocs? Garret, Morgan and their gang?
i'd love to know all about them if you want to share! :)
Thank you so much for your interest in my ocs ❤️❤️❤️ AND I TRY TO SHARE SOME STUFF:
Sooo they both are the main characters of a fantasy/mystery/romance story:
Garret is 23, moves towns, loves music and wants to start a band.
Morgan is 20, lives in mentioned town, has a liking in black/red clothes and likes to sing for himself. And after someone disappears, they get stuck in an adventure surrounding magic and myths.
Andrew and Greta are the second main protagonists (I don't have prober pictures of them yet) who have their own reasons to find the missing person.
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According to Sun they are a solid 11/10!
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Hi, I'd like to know how much would you say that Mister Nightingale is famous in his lore 🤔 Let's say on a scale that goes from Anon to Beyoncé (he's Beyoncé in my heart no matter the actual lore but I'm curious). Have a great day 💕
WHAT A COMPARISON, ANON. The boy will never be the same.
But in all seriousness I like to imagine, though he doesn't have Sword Coast-wide renown -- Ris'daer's career as The Nightingale TM is pretty darn popular among the locals of Baldur's Gate. I've always personally thought of it like, hilariously, the fame and notoriety Satine in Moulin Rouge garnered. Where it's such a specific NICHE of notoriety but no less glamourous.
And now that I think about it, Ris would 100% rock Cabaret type performances...
ANYWAYS! I hope that sort of answers it in a rambling kinda way.
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(OLD OC SKETCHES)
Meet Sunnabelle Von Sunnoviche, final daughter of the Sunnoviche family. Peeking from behind a window, she witnessed a wizards final spell, one that reduced the world to a wasteland.
Her noble blood damned her to [HELL], but unwanting to suffer with her family, she made a deal with the devil. She now hunts in his name.
The top of her head was taken by the blast on that day.
The fires of her spirit have boiled her blood into a super-heated plasma.
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Aight, finally decided to share my Survivalshipping fankid!!
Her name is Laurel Folson and I love her ♥️
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How's Croc doing?
she's relaxing on vacation right now while I put Thavu (And Umami) in the blender instead, but she's never truly safe from the whims of the blorbo pain machine
Keeping her safe in my pocket for the day I feel like doing a deep dive into a bounty/monster hunter type spin again tho...I didn't quite splash in there enough last time
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I haven't posted in a while, but I'm working on this twst oc fic (working is a very loose term because it's all in my head and I'm struggling to write anything down), so I thought I'd post an little snippet of it here.
For context, my OC is named Eve Stirling. He reincarnated from a fantasy world that had it's own magic. Backstory wise, he was an orphan on the streets who was picked up by a noble and trained to be a bodyguard/ personal attendant. The noble turned out to be the 'villain' of the story (not that anybody knows that), but Eve was extremely devoted to him, called him Master, blah blah blah. Long story short, the 'villain' got defeated and killed by the worlds hero, and despite Eve's best efforts, the hero's part did not kill him out of misguided assumptions of innocence. Ultimately, Eve died after avenging his master, and reincarnated into TWST, where he becomes a painter (only so that he can make portraits of his Master), and is desperately trying to find a way to bring his Master back to life in this world, or travel back to his original world to revive him there. He get's placed into Pomefiore during the sorting (not rlly important here but it felt right that you know)
The snippet takes place during the Scarabia chapter. Eve is commissioned by Kalim to make him a painting that captures Scrabia's essence (kalim's words, not mine lmfao).
Lotta backstory, but I feel like it's necessary lol. The snippet is under the cut!
“Ah, yes.” Viper coughs lightly, “My apologies, but I have a request.”
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“Can I help you, Mr. Viper?” he asks without turning around.
Eve finishes the stroke and gently wipes his paintbrush before setting it down. Truly, what Viper thinks important enough to interrupt him after being specifically asked not to, he doesn’t know.
“What is it?” he turns around and startles at how close Viper is standing. He didn’t even hear him approach.
What on earth…?
“There’s something in your eye. Let me get it out for you.” Viper reaches up and gently brings Eve’s face down level with his own. Their eyes lock.
The world turns black.
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“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer me when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”
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Stirling falls, which is an unusual reaction in and of itself.
Jamil glances down at the prone form on the ground and crouches to check his pulse. He’s not dead… surely… it would be quite the hassle if Sterling did die right now, considering numerous people are interested in his well being.
No, the pulse is still strong. Not dead, thankfully. But still unconscious.
“Of all the troublesome reactions…” Jamil mutters as he drags the other man onto the bed. “You just had to faint, didn’t you? What kind of weak…”
Jamil cuts himself off as Sterling begins to shift. He prepares to knock the other man out at any sign of trouble. He can’t afford to have any unknown variables appear at this stage of his plan.
Sterling groans and sits up, clutching at his head.
Abnormal reaction. The spell didn’t work.
Why, exactly, the spell didn’t work is a mystery for another time, when Jamil’s entire life goal is not about to be shattered into pieces. He moves to grab his magic pen, only to freeze when Sterling snaps his head over. He stares at Jamil. Jamil stares back. Sterling’s face begins to flush, and the look in his eyes as he gazes at Jamil…
It’s almost reverent. A gaze of love, devotion, loyalty, relief; everything the Asim family has ever expected of Jamil, packed hypnotically in eyes so deep, Jamil almost drowns in them.
He feels like a god under that gaze.
Sterling opens his mouth, face flushing. His voice comes out wispy and faint, barley making a noise. The words seem to come out almost involuntarily, the way they push so lightly past his lips, hanging in the air with all the weight of the world.
“... Master…?”
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Eve wakes up dazed, head pounding, staring up at the ceiling of his temporary room in Scarabia. He sits up, groaning and clutches his head as his headache intensifies. He feels the same as he did back when he trained against Master, body battered and aching.
He grips his head tighter, and then freezes as the presence next to him makes itself known.
That aura…
Eve whips his head around, disbelieving and nearly breaks down.
A man sits next to him, glorious as the day Eve saw him last. Black hair perfectly straight, falling like silk strands around a strong form; skin pale and scarred from battle, stretched perfectly across sharp features; eyes red like the rubies inlaid upon his crown. A man sits next to him, staring down at him with amusement.
Eve could cry.
My God, My World, My Everything..!
My-
The image flashes briefly, pale skin turning tan, sharp features turning sly, before it settles back into place. Eve’s eyes white out in pain.
“...Master…?”
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