I think these charms are gonna turn out really cute.
Here's some progress on Homelander and Starlight. I'll also be making Maeve and Billy.
Maybe other characters depending on the interest in these. I'm thinking I'll also order stickers. We'll see.
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Discounted pre-orders for Carillon are this Friday in AdorkaBows Select Bow-Peeks on Facebook. This will be a first dibs event to guarantee your pin before the Limited Edition public release in October.
Also! Coming in early October, the final pin of this current expansion based on the Sailor Yell. We are SO happy about the manu getting these colored gems just right. 😘👌🏻
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Inspired by @i-mybrunettelady ‘s ask ^^ As stated previously, both prompts carried a huge Canach vibe so...
Hope you’ll enjoy this little glimpse in the mesmer extraordinaire verse ^^
The roots of... something - 1328 AE
Galaëd had always enjoyed twilight, the subliminal glimpse of the sun’s last rays just as it tipped over the horizon, the stars coming alight one by one, the song of birds dimming as the lament of crickets rose, and mist descending from the heights of the Grove to settle on the shores of rivers and ponds where glimmers of embershard would dot the silver ribbons of fog as the night progressed and the fireflies took flight.
But here, sunset only carried in its wake the not-so-distant sound of combat, the shattering of the ground where vines broke the very bones of the earth, and the desperate echo of hundreds of souls lost to the dragon, as they cried their last within the Dream.
And as night crept slowly on the Tangled Depths, he felt the Call growing stronger - a painful rumble, a wild beast prowling at the confines of his mind.
The sound of footsteps, muted as they were by the vegetation and the newcomer’s own stealth, broke his train of thoughts.
He turned to see Canach approach, silently asserting him — or maybe asking for permission to come closer — before he sat beside him.
The crossing of the jungle had been an endless stream of blood, sap and tears. Tattered victories and bitter losses, half-veiled mistrust and bellowing demands battering against the walls of his sanity. And suddenly, the silence. The calm of the depths. A blessed respite from the dragon’s unrelenting roar — one a soul already lost had sought too...
Canach had sheathed his blade and knelt by the mordrem’s side, curiosity demanding to be satisfied — what was it like, succumbing to the Call? How much of your former self remained, entangled in the grip of the dragon? What did it want?
One last decisive whisper breaking the mind of one long gone.
Canach, thrown to the ground.
And Galaëd casting himself between him and the mordrem, sword slashing and repelling the enemy against the cavern wall.
The scene was all too familiar, and the fleeting shock on the warrior’s face reminisced of a not so far day when it was Canach at the tip of his sword.
A rough whisper broke the silence, and brought him back to the present.
“Thank you.”
He turned his gaze to the warrior, his own voice stuck in his throat, as if still interred in that cavern beneath the waves.
“I regret.”
Canach stared at him, questioningly.
“Saving me?”
“Not meeting you under other circumstances. Judging you as severely as I did... without actually knowing you.”
A scoff, and a smirk enlightened the mercenary’s face.
"Now, now, Valiant... Are you offering me a chance of redemption?"
The Duskbloom breathed out a stiff chuckle.
"Quit jesting, it's hard enough as it is."
"Oh, I’m going to enjoy making my first impression with you. How am I doing so far?”
Galaëd laughed — a sound foreign in these depths, one that echoed with a promise of hope.
“You’re a prick!"
But that didn’t seem to bother him as much as it should.
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