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krtart · 29 days
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Expression Prompts | 2024
I took some expression art prompts over on my rp blog a while back! Took the chance to experiment with gradient maps a bit. Also with trying to learn how to draw lips. xD
Alice and Chester both belong to and were prompted by @jxsmine-skye, while Phosa and Linast belong to me and were prompted by @clownboyskingdom !
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justashadetalkative · 6 months
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Some outfits for @oflostinfound 's Starlight Ball event! I probably won't have much time to write tomorrow, but I had some time to draw today. :)
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"I have—somebody else's thoughts in my head. *Everybody* else’s. I want s-sssome of my own." (Adapted from a meme! Linast to Kriss or Steph?)
Kriss stared at Linast for a moment, studying his vulnerability and seeming to consider something, prompting a rare working of his jaw before letting his expression soften. "I can help, but it doesn't last long." A small frown, tilting his head. "I can coat your mind in illusion and conjure whatever you want to think about or see. I can't know what you're thinking, but if you talk me through it I can change what your brain thinks its thinking." He paused, realizing the explanation wasn't the best. "Don't think about it too much."
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theovergrowth · 10 months
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🌻 &/or🌳 for the text meme?
🌻 a worried text.
To Linast
ey buck
be careful out there today
its boilin
drink water take breaks stay in shade amap
u need a ride? van has ac still
🌳 a happy text.
To Diamond
ol top u will NEVER believe
*a very low resolution image is sent. It appears to be Titus holding an old, scraggly, one-eyed stray cat and smiling bigger than he has in a long time*
familiar?
why r u in a dumpster behind a dennys in vegas
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stellafortunae · 11 months
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When was the last time you actually got some rest? (Either a concerned Diamon or a very skeptical Linast, to whoever you prefer!)
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"I dunno. Yesterday?" He shrugged as he spoke, his focus staying on the sketches he had in front of him. Sure, Theo felt tired, but he wanted to at least get one concept actually finalized. A few more hours awake wasn't an issue.
When there was a few moments of silence, though, he finally looked up at the elemental, frowning slightly. "Don't give me that look, I'm fine. I don't need as much sleep as other people, okay?"
@justashadetalkative
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oflostinfound · 1 year
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@justashadetalkative​​ liked for a starter
|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I don’t recognize you- Are you new in Hilbrook? ❞
It wasn’t often that new people came to this town, this lonely little place surrounded by mountains and forest, but when they did Eath was quick to take notice. She’d human-watched enough to know most of the faces, so this person... 
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|| 🔷 ||: ❝ You wouldn’t happen to know a Hax, would you? They said they met someone new not too long ago... ❞
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eathandhax · 1 year
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Linast on the left, Phosa on the right! A bit rough, but should get the idea across.
🌸Entry Accepted!🌸
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batteredoptimist · 1 year
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“Are you okay?” (Linast to James, or Ithadel to Muriel? Or if there’s some other muse of mine you’d like to pull, feel free!)
Lashes flutter as James reorients himself with the world, and looks down to find the great big magnolias he'd been holding about to slip out of his grip. Clearing his throat, he finishes tucking them into the arrangement waiting on the counter and then offers Linast a tentative smile.
Some days just don't work out as well as others. Running a shoppe is a lot of work, and though he tries his best, sometimes it's difficult for James to keep up. His unusual start to life has more or less dictated that he always needs to be able to push through because no one will be there to catch him if he doesn't- but that doesn't mean he doesn't get weary at times. The absent mindedness causes issues and the Wanders leave him tired.
"Oh, I've just had a long day, I think." James smiles, and his tone is warm but weary, "I had so many things to do and I probably forgot most of them..."
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isaacathom · 1 year
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things keep getting worse, categorically
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justassorted · 2 years
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mutters
Look.
I know. 
I know I’ve been ranting about Ithadel constantly recently, and it’s all variations on “wtf am I going to do with this man.” 
I understand.
It’s just that I am writing a ficlet where he is Not In His Comfort Zone, and I’m realizing that this might be literally the first time I’ve written him when he doesn’t feel at least somewhat in control of a situation, because listen: 
I had not truly realized how much FUCKING anxiety this man has
Or how little self-compassion he has for said anxiety
And I just
Hhhh
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stcrmborne · 2 months
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“I’m tired and I think I want to go home.” (From the sentence starters, maybe from either Linast or Oscar?)
At first she said nothing, staring down at the elemental with a face creased in apprehension. There was something about Linast that spurred an instinctive need to make sure he remained safe – or at least unharmed, and that urge alone was enough to make Rhaya uneasy. “Yeah– Okay, might be a bit tricky, but… sure,” she offered, not unkindly as she stepped up beside him to scan the horizon. “Can you, uh… point us in the right direction for that, by chance?” she ventured, aiming a sidelong glance his way before she turned to look over her shoulder. Some members of her crew were positioned behind them a distance away, busying themself with cleanup.
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krtart · 7 months
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Small drawing of Linast!
Plus a brief demonstration below the cut of my abysmal line confidence as I attempted to pretend I was capable of stylizing things on the fly. 😂
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justashadetalkative · 30 days
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A11 Phosa/G15 Linast?
Expression prompts | Closed for now!
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There are actually quite a few reasons why Linast's clothing rarely lasts long, but getting sharp when agitated is certainly one of them.
Gave clip studio paint a try with Phosa's drawing! It's the first time in many years that I've used my old intuos tablet... between the two (re-)learning curves it was a bit of a struggle. :'D
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Continued from x with @justashadetalkative
"N̷̮̑o!" Linast snapped, and for one incandescent moment, he wanted nothing more than to slam Kriss's head into the nearest wall. Luckily for the both of them, they were outdoors. Linast ripped himself away from Kriss, core moving fast enough to split the air with a whipcrack of sound, startling in the nighttime quiet. He managed not to flee entirely — just — and instead settled a safe distance away to pace, an indistinct figure against the trees visible only by the dull glow of his core and the dim light pouring out past the porch. The night was vast, and so was the earth. Linast sank his attention into it, spreading along natural seams, and pulled with a diffuse, implacable force; not the true tearing he craved, but at least a way to spend some strength and ground his attention in something other than the alarm ringing through his core and the violent potential of his pacing humanoid manifestation. "...no," he repeated after a minute, when he could think again. Remembering Kriss's presence refocused his energy, and he stopped pacing in order to face Kriss, bristling and betrayed. "That's—you— everyo̴͕͒n̴̹̚e keeps do̴͕ing thà̵̰͋t̶͉̆!"
Kriss knew how to read oncoming aggression at lightning speed. Linast's snapping promoted a quick displacement of form. His real body, obfuscated, leapt into the trees, while a phantom stood in its place. He watched Linast dart away desperately with a loud pop that snapped at his eardrum like a rubber band, causing his illusory self to fizzle out. Despite the rage, it didn't seem like Linast would actually hurt him now. Not unless he said something stupid to prompt another outburst. Cautiously, Kriss climbed down and took his previous place. "Most people don't care about the difference between the reality their brain stitches together and the reality I tell their brain to perceive. As long as they're in control," Kriss frowned, "Its easiest with pain. Humans especially love to alter their brains to avoid it. I'm probably one of the healthier methods, compared to what's out there." He made no move. Only scanned over Linast's roiling form with a curiosity that almost seemed sympathetic. "But you want that real thing. That's some scary shit, ya know."
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theovergrowth · 11 months
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♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them (Linast, who is stronger than he looks as a humanoid and v. Magic otherwise?)
When he invited Linast to go on a short, full moon hike with him to a secret spot he had found hidden in the mountains, he hadn’t thought about the fact that the trail was… pretty unmanaged. Usually this was no problem, he would just ask the plants to let him scooch by and be careful where he stepped.
…Maybe he was a little distracted, having someone else here. Maybe he was asking the plants to stay out of Linast’s path instead of his own, and maybe he got a little too excited explaining the importance of trail songs and call-outs to avoid bears (even though he couldn’t sense a bear anywhere nearby, it was good information for a fellow runaway to have).
He stepped into a burrow, fell, and twisted his ankle. Not terribly, but enough to make backwoods hiking all that much more difficult. “Ah, shit, could ya help me up?”
He had held his hand out, just for a boost, but was shocked when the kid just… lifted him.
Titus wasn’t a heavy man, but he sure as hell wasn’t that light.
“Holy shit, Buck!” Obviously he wasn’t a big fan of being picked up like this, but he couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the thing. “You been liftin’ weights or somethin’??”
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discipulusmaleficus · 9 months
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🔪? (With Linast, Clemcy, or Oscar, if you feel like it!)
@justashadetalkative - give me any witness you'd like, they're all fantastic
Shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshit -- Kalmar utters a steady stream of cursewords under his breath, most of them Slavic in origin. Dark alley, negotiation -- altercation, self-defence -- but still, the girl's dying, she's dead, and he feels panic in his chest as he presses his fingers to her throat.
What did he do? (You stabbed her, Kal. Multiple times. Among other, more obscure things--) Why did he -- (She was trying to kill you.) Still. Still.
"Do you have any amanita on you?" Is the first thing he gabbles to the silhouette above him - nonsense, because why would they, but it's the first thing he thinks of that would enable the ritual to almost bring them back --
Almost --
God -- every god fucking damn it.
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