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HaRSeN iS oNe oF MY FaVoRiTe aNiMe CHaRaCTeR oN THe aNiMe SHoW: “aRaD SeNKi - SLaP uP PaRTY” THaT i’Ve WaTCHeD MaNY YeaRS aGo… i SiMPLY FeLL iN LoVe 😍 WiTH THe CHaRaCTeR DeSiGN. 😆 (aLSo THe MaiN aNTaGoNiST’S DeSiGN, WHiCH iS BaRoN 😜).
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As much as Yuu tried, she still ended up in trouble in trouble sometimes. Be it with Ace and Deuce, or just running late from acting as Crowley’s unofficial gopher, it was something. The punishments usually weren't that bad though, sometimes even relaxing.
Like right now, it was a little bit of a trip down memory lane as she scrubbed the statues down on Main Street. It was odd, having the dreams that she did that painted the Great 7 in shadows instead of light, but it felt...right. Balanced.
A story about a maid who would be going to a ball was the current dream cycle, though she didn’t get the feeling this one was going to relate to any upcoming overblots. While they didn’t happen as often, she occasionally just dreamt of things like this. While there was a lot to ruminate over, like the stepmother and Professor Trien, right now it was just a catchy little song sung by the fairy stuck in her head.
“Put it together-” The King of Beasts statue wasn’t in bad shape at least, “and what do you got-” Just had to get the moss out of his eye, “Bippity Boppity Boo!”
The eye blazed green, cracking open with a clap of thunder!
Yuu fell, catching herself with her hands. Shit! Did she break it? Damnit, she couldn’t afford-
Wait. It looked fine. Just a wet statue.
“Maybe I just need to finish this up.” She muttered. “Lack of sleep must be getting to me.”
The atmosphere had changed, the tension of a storm about to break open. As she finished the King of Beasts, she clocked her progress and ran, feeling like eyes followed her until she turned the corner.
Malleus must be in a mood, she thinks, watching the dark clouds forming and the green smoke that seems to be spilling out the fence of Ramshackle. It isn’t the right shade of green though, more muted and not as...saturated? The gate creeks ominously and it doesn’t take her long to notice the figure sitting on the porch of Ramshackle.
He is hunched over, a shawl tossed over his head that was once bright with color and design, now faded to grays, browns and darker reds like blood. His left eye is as green as the Diasomnia mage crystals, clear and unclouded, and the right faded as the green smoke around him. A gnarled staff is gripped in his hands, a gourd tied to the top with a handful of what might be rib bones along with some sort of dried fruit she thinks.
This isn’t a harmless man, her instincts can say that much, but...he doesn’t feel like a threat. He could be. He’s choosing not to.
“How can I help you?” Yuu asks, getting a bit closer. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you a teacher here?”
He chuckles, making the pointed beard shake, but it’s not cruel. “I suppose that depends on you. I think you are in need of a teacher. And I am in need of a place to stay.”
“What do I need to learn?”
“Magic.”
“Ha!” Yuu can’t help it, barking a laugh. “You are mistaken. I have no magic of my own.”
“No, cub, you have magic, just not Wonderland magic. You have the Old magic, older even than General Lilia, the same as I. These teachers cannot help you, but I can.”
He removes the shawl’s hood from his face, revealing a pair of brown lion ears and a mane that puts Yuu’s hair to shame. Even braided in parts to keep it out of his face, the long black hair stretches all the way down to his curved spine. A tail thumps against the dusty steps,
“Afterall, you freed me, didn’t you?”
It takes some explaining, a quick meal shared on her dining room table that feels even more rundown than usual with actual royalty sitting down. Thank the Seven that Grim was asleep beforehand, his new Spelldrive practices tiring him out in the evenings.
“So, are the others...the same? Petrified?”
“Yes, though you aren’t ready to free us all just yet. I was an accident, correct?”
She flinches, nodding. “I mean, I guess? Sometimes I have dreams. Alternate tellings of the stories around here it feels like, or added details? Most of the time they follow an Overblot, but this one just felt like a non-threatening one. I don’t have these as often.”
“Precognition is a dangerous magic, especially with no guiding tools.”
“I dont know if-”
“You dreamt of mine, did you not? Leona Kingscholar? The Phantom still was a part of me, drawn from my form and magic.”
Yuu blinked, shrugging. “I mean, it didn’t stop it.”
“No, but you were more prepared. You were willing and ready to accept Leona’s trauma and show compassion because you witnessed me make the exact follies and look at how that ended.” he huffed, taking a sip from his water.
She hadn’t considered that really. It just felt natural, to show them kindness after all of it. But they were alike. Really alike. And the actions Leona had taken paralleled his perfectly.
“Do you think if somebody had done so with you, you would have listened?”
“Oh cub!” He laughed, and this one felt harsher. “I would not have. I was far too hardened. But Leona...he will be better.”
“Well, I better try and at least get a bed ready for you.” She said, taking both of their dishes. “What do I call you though? King of Beasts is a bit of a mouthful.”
He tilts his head, as if considering. She gets the dishes loaded and leftovers put away before he finally answers.
“Taka. My Mother’s Son.” he says. “That’s who I wish to be now.”
Yuu smiles, sticking out her hand.
“Nice to meet you, Professor Taka! I look forward to learning from you.”
For just a moment, he sees Simba, and Nuka and Kovu and Vitani. He sees Shenzi, Banzai and Ed. He sees naive and friendly and believes in him, for as little he has to offer, and still finds him worthy.
He shakes her hand and hangs his stone heart to air out.
aRT-DuMP FiLe 101
SuBJeCT: LaZaRuS / LaZaL
MooD: GuiLTY 😞
aRTiST(?): Me. (Rowney)
MeSSaGe To THe VieWeR(S): THiS iS... "LaZaRuS" oR "LaZaL" aS i NiCKNaMeD HiM. He iS oNe oF MY oRiGiNaL CHaRaCTeR THaT i HaVeN'T DRaWN FoR QuiTe a TiMe NoW. JuST LooK aT HiM, He'S MaD aT Me FoR NoT DRaWiNG HiM... NoW i MaDe HiM "MaDDeR" FoR DeGRaDiNG HiS. LoWeR.. PaRT... 😌 (WeLL.. THe THiNG HeRe iS. He'S "MuTe" So He CaNNoT eXPReSS HiMSeLF VeRBaLLY.)
P.S.
THaT'S NoT a TaTToo oN HiS uPPeR ToRSo.. iT'S a "CuRSeD" WouND THaT NeVeR HeaLS NoR BLeeD. oR JuST Go CHeCK HiS HiSToRY/Bio BeLoW FoR MoRe iNFo. 👍
https://www.deviantart.com/rowney-eiyt/art/LaZaRuS-THe-iMMoRTaL-WaTCHMaN-682872020
aRT-DuMP FiLe 101
SuBJeCT: CRoCoDiLe
MooD: YaWee 😁
aRTiST(?): Me! (Rowney)
MeSSaGe To THe VieWeR(S): aNoTHeR oNe To CRoSS-ouT oN MY PeRSoNaL "THiNGS To DRaW" LiST. 😀📃 Re-DRaW VeRSioN!! 🖐️
HeRe'S ouR BaRoQue WoRKS FouNDeR/LeaDeR "MR. 0" oR "SiR CRoCoDiLe" oN THe aNiMe "oNe PieCe" ☠️⛵🏝️🗃️.
YeaH. i DiD aTTeMPTeD To DRaW HiM (CRoCoDiLe) LaST 5 YeaRS WHeN i WaS BeGiNNiNG To DRaW LeWD STuFF aND... DiDN'T ReaLLY LiKe HoW iT TuRNeD ouT FoR BeiNG a NoViCe PieCe.. 😫 uNTiL NoW... i DoN'T LiKe HoW iT TuRNeD ouT FoR FoRCiNG MYSeLF oN THe BaRa GeNRe aGaiN. 😥
aNYWaYS!! MR. 0 / SiR CRoCoDiLe eVeRYoNe! 🍌🐊 PeaCe (🐟) ouT!!! 😜
aRT-DuMP FiLe 101
SuBJeCT: GYoMei HiMeJiMa
MooD: i DuNNo? 😅
aRTiST(?): Me (Rowney)
MeSSaGe To THe VieWeR(S):
i JuST DReW THiS CHaRaCTeR aS a GiFT. i DuNNo HiM So eNJoY WHo eVeR THiS iS. 😒 THaT'LL Be aLL. BYe!
P. S. iM STiLL oN aN aRT HiaTuS, No MoRe QueSTioNS. 👋👋
Some sketch practices I'm proud of! The first image is my ocs Aria and her father Alec Thornwood. The second is Aria and her ex August. The third is my oc Lilith. The fourth is of my, my husband, and his cousins' WOL.
I didn’t have enough space for Todoroki so... yeah, and I know I spell Shiro’s name wrong, pLz don’t remind me
Dr. Mew and Mini-Two - by ME
Cosplay Reference:
Dr. Evil (Mew) and Mini-Me (Mewtwo) from the Austin Powers film trilogy
take care of what you drin, everythink can happen today
have a great friday 13th and check my page : glönn
Daily draw #71
Told you. This is my favorite X-com 2 character Pyrr, modded campaigns are neato. He got slapped by a sword and survived, hence the scar on his left eye.
happy (late) trans visibility day to para 💚
I don't know whats with math class and its power to make me better at art
Anyways thinking about a ballet au very intensely
Avengers as Disney characters.
Smol moodboard - Disney Villains 🖤
scarover got me by the throat 🙂
I was pressured into this by @expensive-rainbows so enjoy this unfinished fic I wrote forever ago
TW: murder, gore, blood, injury (all pretty graphic), offhand mention of lust, scarian
Chapter 1: Beginning
Grian looked around. He had won, at the cost of his own life, the lives of his “allies” and enemies and friends what friends there were no friends in the game only temporary allies and him and Scar.
Scar, who was lying in the sand, blood dripping down the mountainside, already drying from the heat, birds already circling the sky, flies already buzzing on his serene smile. And wasn’t that a sight– how long had Scar been laying there, nature (although there wasn’t much other than the goddamned cactus in this desert) already trying to claim him? How long had Grian been staring into the burning sun, the sun that brought life and light and death, he was the sun and he was Icarus, he killed the ones that reached to embrace him and he burned up too soon.
He turned to look at Scar, that stupid smile on his face, and he wanted to they were still yellow and green and not yet lost to the bloodlust, and he yearned to reach out and gently kiss him once more, just like he had done just before he had—
———————
He and Scar were laughing, pained laughs, from the pain in their bones as they punched and clawed, from the pain in their hearts as they reached out and tore at the flesh of each other, at their other half. Grian whimpered as Scar pulled a feather loose from his wing, and Scar let out a desperate “I’m sorry!” while Grian swung at his extended arm, fracturing the bone, and let out his own tearful apology. He laughed and cried, and there were tears mixed with blood and sweat and sand and promises they swore they would never break and traces of their lust from another life and he struck Scar square in his chest, sending the other man stumbling a few paces down the cliff. They were both so close to death, both only a few strikes from losing, but they both so wanted to win, but why should they win if the other wasn’t there to share it? Grian reached out to grab Scar’s face, digging his unkempt nails into the other’s skin. And wasn’t that a sight, both of them breathless and panting and Grian’s hand around Scar’s jaw, pulling him closer. It would have been so lovely in other circumstances. But this wasn’t other circumstances. Scar fought him, desperately clawing at Grian’s hand, his eyes blood red and yearning for violence, yet full of fear at his end which he knew was coming, yet still resigned in a way that suggested he knew what Grian was going to do, and welcomed it, however much he struggled. As Grian pulled Scar close, he reached out with another hand to brush at Scar’s cheek. He leaned his head forward, brushing his lips against the other. Scar leaned his head forward for the smallest moment, the smallest movement yet still enough for the sand and tears and blood and each other to mix together in the sweetest taste, before Grian pulled back and whispered a hushed “I love you,” tightening his grip and jerking his hands to the side, pulling Scar’s head at an angle that it should never have been at. The bone crunched, and blood flew, and Grian was barely aware of the cactus needles and aches all over his body as he watched with morbid fascination as his lover’s head jerked, and the sound it made was delicious, he was a red life after all, this is what he wanted, and Scar was smiling– why was he smiling, he had lost, he had died, torn apart by Grian’s own hands. Grian choked out a sob, his throat sore and dry. Why was it so dry? Was it because of the heat of the desert, or because he had been crying, or because he was still muttering a constant stream of “I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “I wish it didn’t end this way,” “Oh, Scar”?
T.B.C….?
I guess it’s just a one shot technically lol but is gonna be finished eventually (probably not actually)
And then I’m gonna [remembers actual suicide is bad for my mental health]… y’know what? Screw the mental health
I'm gonna [remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] fight my situationship in a cactus ring