I love following tma artists bc the art is incredible and stunning and I love it but my god does it dial up my yearning. like I see Jon tenderly holding Martin and my yearn-o-meter just starts whistling like a kettle held over the core of the earth. WTGFs holding hands and I bi panic so strong I black out and wake up drifting slowly down a river with wasteland baby playing softly from somewhere. I think it's emanating from the trees.
as i continue to try and tell stories with art ive been gaining a newfound respect for manga and comic artists because HOLY SHIT is it hard to decide what are the most important things i need? how do i convey the timing of the scene? which image i have in my head is unnecessary?
i find it so much harder to decide these things in a comic when with an animation i dont need to decide.
anyways go appreciate your local comic/manga artist
@stalkjustice said : “ you’re heavenly and yet so human . “
she is equipped to handle a great many things ; flattery , though , has always felt somewhat foreign to her . centuries of shelter can do that to someone . despite the title [ OH , KING OF THE AMAZONS ] — she had never been anything less than an equal . always tried to act as such : never arrogant , never demanding . her gaze comes to rest on the woman at her side , fingertips calloused by thousands of years of war betraying their appearance in their tender embrace of misty’s shoulder . ❛❛ i appreciate that you’ve noticed that side of me , where many often don’t . ❜❜ an earnest sentiment ; no historian on earth could quantify alone what she’s seen , what she’s lived through . the fall of empires , the fall of entire civilizations — with such longevity , how does one hold so tight to their humanity ?
she remembers how , as she straightens her posture once again ( the difficulty of standing out , so literally , among outsiders ; it requires a great deal of bending over ) with a smile . ❛❛ i also appreciate your company , misty knight . ❜❜ her fond touch lingers a moment longer , before her hand is removed from the woman’s shoulder . ❛❛ perhaps you could grace me with it more often , it is . . . rather refreshing , i think . ❜❜
Kronkk feels the tears well in her eyes as she looks outward to the courtyard and watches Sappho embrace Radicallyaligned, also known as Rhode, her legal greek name. Kronkk knows it is only a matter of time before Sappho starts to write poems about her too. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Her and Rhode were meant to be happily married.
She feels hand tap her shoulder, “Kallisto are you still crying about her? It’s been months, and you have Folx now” Her friend Athenais says looking stern.
“Folx is only my wife because of the curse, I don’t even love her.”
“I know, we’ve been over this already. Folx is the daughter of a selfish god and she wanted you for herself. The god made you chose between leaving Rhode for Folx or letting the women of Greece suffer fates worse than deaths. And you chose saving all the women because you have class consciousness. Now if you ever kiss Rhode again in any lifetime the deal breaks and women will suffer. But you have to move on, you’ll only hurt yourself more thinking of her and Sappho spending nights together”
Kronkk turns away a tear falling down her face, “Sometimes I can’t help but think of how it used to be”
1 year prior
“Kallisto!” A breathless Rhode runs up to her in the market, the sun accentuating her beautiful features.
“My love” Kronkk replies pulling her close and behind a column before embracing her with a kiss, “I thought you were preparing the ship for your scientific voyage”
“I finished already,” Rhode says with a large smile “I’m all ready to set sail tomorrow, and then when I return it will be our wedding”
“I can’t stand the thought of being away from you, for even a day” Kronkk says kissing her face all over, “However, I’m excited to hear about all that you discover.”
“My dearest Kallisto, your portrait will keep me warm at night and you shall never leave my mind, you are my soulmate and eternal lover, but I must prove that the earth is not flat” Rhode says placing her hand on the side of Kronkk’s soft face.
Kronkk smiles, but then out of the corner of her eye spots a figure watching them. Turning her head she sees a woman hidden in the shadows glaring at Rhode, a deep hatred etched onto her face.
“Do you know her?” Kronkk whispers uneasy.
Rhode turns her head and spots the figure, who suddenly turns and runs into the crowd, vanishing. “No, I have no idea who she is” She frowns concerned.
“She looked angry, but alas nothing to worry about” Kronkk smiles, reassuringly tucking Rhode’s hair beyond her hair before kissing the top of her head.
To be continued….
@radicallyaligned @hunterfschafer our origin story just dropped