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  1. @Luz_MelianThank you!! And yeah, don't let the haters fool you, people use the same line against every canon couple in any work of fiction ever and it’s almost never true and definitely never relevant. Here I am about to write a novel on the subject for the 983rd time even though you already know and didn’t ask for this, but hey, what did you expect? Rhen and Dameon had probably the most development out of any of the game couples. The usual “but all their interactions were optional!" line 1. just isn't true, and 2. literally every possible romantic interaction for any other two characters in the series is optional. In AP Devin can romance Talia OR Alicia, or neither, and what ship "makes sense" or not depends 100% on player choices and headcanons. Av2 is the same, if you don't choose to go through the extra dialogue and buy a kitten or whatever then no romances make sense, not even Iya and Ean. Same with av3, and av4. I mean, for real, the only thing Dameon doesn't have that other shipped characters in the games sometimes do is money thrown at him and called “attraction points,” and a lot of dialogue during sidequests. Which yeah, I definitely agree with you that it could be sweet if Rhen bought him flowers or something, and of course I'd love if Dameon had more dialogue because I love Dameon, but that kind of stuff just isn’t needed or even really pertinent to developing a relationship, and I kinda appreciate that there’s nothing that could be interpreted as monetary coercion between them (or love potion. May I just say, phew), and that Dameon doesn't feel the need to posture and throw around his opinions and ideas when they aren't relevant or necessary. (And I greatly appreciate that Amanda didn’t make him that kind of character because-- icky.) What I'm saying is, every relationship in Aveyond is developed in optional interactions, and most of them depend on the player deciding to go through those interactions and pick their own preferred love interest, and the character goes along with whatever the player says. But Rhen and Dameon? They fall in love in-game regardless of player choices. They make the choice themselves. Rhen's first words to Dameon are basically a pick up line! (A subtler version of "come here often?" and, come to think of it, "have we met before?"). (Also when Talia introduces them and we learn she's basically spent her time talking Rhen up to Dameon and probably secretly shipping them for who knows how long? So good.) Then Dameon actually getting permission to join the party, and just the sheer level of respect and consideration! And this is just the bare basics of their first meeting, I could go on forever. They have plenty of interactions, many optional, yes, but they all further develop both the characters and the plot (to the point that neither the plot nor the character arcs make sense without their little conversations) and, more importantly, demonstrate respect and genuine compassion and kindness between them. Also. I’ve ranted before about how Dameon loves Rhen in literally every single possible ending but I haven’t had the opportunity before to point out that Rhen loves him in every version too. The line you were talking about -- “can you not come with me?” -- comes before she makes any kind of choice. She wants him to go with her wherever she goes. That’s like. Pretty explicitly love. Some people use that as the definition of love. And when she makes a choice that doesn’t lead to him being with her, it’s never once presented as a lack of love but a lack of confidence. When he explicitly asks if she loves him, she never denies it. Instead she says, in essence, that she’s afraid and unsure. Those endings don’t talk about her being happy, but being glad to be left alone by the world-- which is a tragedy when you think about the Rhen we get to know through the quest, the Rhen who loves people and loves being able to help and be involved, being reduced to that-- ouch. The queen ending, on the other hand? Yeah, she’s nervous at first, because duh, she thinks she’s going to have to go across the ocean by herself, probably never see the person she wants to be with again, and marry a stranger so she can rule a country she hasn’t lived in since she was a baby (or perhaps a toddler but that’s another conversation). But then she expresses her desire for Dameon to come with her (yet again), and the Oracle makes it happen, and she gets so excited, and we get another one of my favorite lines, Dameon asking, “Are you ready to meet your destiny?” and Rhen, immediately, with her hesitation now completely vanquished, “With you? Yes!” Asdlgkjal. Just. So good. She gets to be with the person she’s been repeatedly choosing for the whole game-- another thing I’ve ranted about a lot, though I’m not sure I’ve posted that here, I’ll have to check. And then she chooses him again, in probably the most adorable unplanned proposal ever, and proceeds to be excited and precious for the rest of the game and lives peacefully and happily, not hiding from the world but continuing to influence and shape it and helping people and being the bright powerful independent leader she’s always been and always loved being-- it’s just so good, people be missing out big time and I feel sorry for them. As for lard… yeah, I have entire essays on exactly how much nonsense that is, if you ever want something to yell in agreement at just let me know, I can send links XD NOW, as this spaz is concluded, back to art, because I am, as always, way, way behind. First, something I made on a plane because what else was I going to do, talk to the person next to me? Nopity no, bro. Second, a mock title screen for Aveyond 1 because I really, really love that game Third, a Hi'beru drawing I made for an art trade: And last here's some armor and robe practice featuring my faves:
  2. @Danzy Thank youu, I try, haha @Luz_Melian Thank you! Myst is so fun to draw, and Rhen and Dameon are my fave ever basically, how Amanda conceived of such perfection is beyond me. We are not alone in appreciating them! It just seems that way on this site, which is unfortunate, but there are tons of fans other places. I'd be happy to introduce you if you ever have time/are interested/all that:) @everyone I have... once again... fallen way behind on posting my art. And I'm doing inktober again, so I'm even more behind than I would've been. So. Let's play catch up. (on a random side note I work with preschoolers and when they lag behind in the line I used to always urge them to "catch up" until one day they asked me why I always said "ketchup" hahaahaaa) First, next in my aesthetic series (which is obviously on pause for inktober but this was made before ahaha) and might as well share the scary portrait of Elini at this point: Some cartoony Te'ijal and Galahad: Mel and Gyendal in the same style: And Rhen and Dameon in the same style: And a RhenxDameon piece entitled "Golden" + another otp rant And I think that's probably enough for one post but I'm not even kinda caught up yet so hopefully I'll remember to log in before November
  3. Continuing my aesthetic series, here's Morsel: The next few characters Rhen saves in av1 can be rescued in different orders, so obviously I decided to focus on the cat bini next. Morsel is the cutest, I love how happy he is to get his voice back. He reminds me to find joy in the little things (like cats binis!). And I LOVE how helping him gives Rhen courage-- she runs from the harpy before she meets Morsel, but her desire to help him makes her bold. It's also one of the first quests that Rhen takes on solely because she wants to; it's not an emergency, it's not life or death, it's not something someone told her or even asked her to do, but she wants to help and she can help, so she does, and I love that. I love her. It feels like the beginning of her getting to know herself Next, Te'ijal! I was practicing semi-realism and it didn't turn out but whatever, she looks much better than she did when she was bald and had no eyelashes. Everyone has been commenting on the braid so I just wanna say I got the idea from Creakykate on instagram, and she got it from the "realistic" faceset in av1. So some good things can come of it, I suppose. Also I drew this and the next few pieces I believe with mouse again because I wasn't home for the summer and didn't have my precious tablet so RIP myself. And here is Rhen and Dameon at the beach because @Queen-of-Ice101 and I were discussing modern AU swimsuit headcanons a while back and they were too cute not to draw: I was really proud of how the water turned out, and also I know I drew it but looook how happy they are together, I love them how are they so precious and cute
  4. @Queen-of-Ice101 Thank you! Talia is always ethereal<3 @Scrivener of the Gods Thank you, I really appreciate that:) @NickyLOL48 Thank you!! Y'all are making me blush __________________________________ I am. So, so very behind. So uh, let's start with some chickens, shall we? Same request, be nice or go somewhere else Prince Edward Pendragon + Frederick le Mew who has graciously agreed to turn into a chicken one last time for the sake of this pic + Ean in his giant chicken form, because I had to draw the chicken boys of Aveyond. It started as a Mulan joke and I took it too far as always XD Next we have an Eddie aesthetic, continuing that aesthetic series: Eddie is one of my absolute favorite npcs, he deserves so much better. His hope, friendship, and innocence keep Rhen going during some of her hardest times, his ability to see a bright future when anyone else would have given up embodies on of my favorite themes in the game and never fails to inspire me. When Rhen chose to stand up for him, risking her life to protect a vulnerable child, gah, I knew I'd love her forever. She's a true hero. And I love that it's Eddie that brings out the magic in her. Their friendship literally makes her stronger, changes her life for the better. To me Eddie embodies hope. I wish so much we'd seen more of him-- and uh, actually I'm totally writing a fanfic based on that idea, so stay tuned for that when I eventually have time to finish it, ahaha And of course, some Rhen and Dameon because I love them: I just have a lot of feelings about spring and Rhen and Dameon and that canon ending, man. It's so good. My precious brave Rhen doing what she loves to do, making her own decisions and being her best self, surrounded by people who love her? A literal queen?? Yes please, more, thank you. So to express my feelings I have once again drawn my queen with her sunshine among the wildflowers, cuz that's just what I do. Btw spoilers but
  5. @Queen-of-Ice101 Aaahh thank you!!! I'm so glad you saw Mel the Whale because the wordplay was pretty much exclusively for your benefit, haha. And I want more StellEdward art too, they are so precious<3 And I LOVED THAT FANFIC SO MUCH I will never be able to properly express it, aaahhhh it makes me so gushy to hear (read, whatever) you like my fanart of your fanfic<3 (We are in so deep, woe is us XD). And thank you so much about the Rhen in yellow, and oh my gosh at the absolute sunshine part, I have so many ideas now:o @Scrivener Listen, thanks for the attempt, but "I'm sorry you're offended" is not an apology. Admitting your mistake and changing your behavior is an apology, and even then, you have to understand no one owes you their forgiveness. But I honestly don't need an apology, just figure out how to say "nice art" and move on or don't comment and we'll be fine. We both know you wouldn't have said something like that in response to content for something you like; you said it to discredit my otp gushing. It was passive-aggressive at best. And I know for a long time people have been letting that kind of behavior slide to avoid hurting egos and fueling drama, and now everyone is convinced it's normal and acceptable, but it's not. It's rude and hurtful and I am out of patience. I will no longer be dealing with it. Keep it out of my threads, or expect to be called out. _______________________________________ Now that that's that, I have some more art, peoples. Be nice or get the heckity heck out this art fest, please and thank you. First, Mad Marge: Second, Talia Maurva: Annnd I still have more because I am So Behind but I don't have time right now so ttyl guys have a good day
  6. I am not making you open this thread or look at the art (all neatly placed under spoiler tags and labelled, so you know what it is before you open it and have no one to blame but yourself); if you don't have something relevant and nice to say there really isn't any need to comment. Also, Dameon did die for Rhen. That's part of what the "and more" was referring to. And whereas Danny didn't choose to give his life and was just either dumb or unfortunate enough to walk into a vampire city without a garlic necklace, Dameon willingly gave up his immortality and his position for her. And whereas Danny didn't care where she had been or where she was going once he knew she wasn't going to drop everything and follow him around, Dameon made the sacrifices he did so he could follow her and support her at her request, and didn't expect anything in return. I like Danny, I think he has a really cool arc about realizing you don't need an excuse to have an adventure; if you want to go, go. But that doesn't make RhenxDameon any less of a meaningful, beautiful ship and it definitely isn't an excuse to be negative and argumentative when someone is trying to enjoy what they love.
  7. I return with arts. First an aesthetic cuz sadly I haven't had a lot of time to draw lately, so I decided to do an aesthetic series of everyone Rhen saves in av1. It's a really lovely well done theme in the game, the main point even, so I wanted to pay tribute to it, and hopefully by the end of these it'll make sense why I adore it so much. So to start with here's an aesthetic for Talia Maurva, Guardian of Dreams and the first person Rhen saves. Rhen's simple choice to help a stranger makes the story possible. And here is a pic of Rhen and Dameon in the rain, another one of the first things I drew on my tablet (I am so behind here oof) I posted this one to DA on valentine's day so obviously I had to include the quote and stuff. So yeah, here is my favorite queen, Rhen Pendragon, and the person who crossed an ocean and more for her, Dameon Maurva
  8. @Kaiso Thanks! Haddan is fun. Glad you can interact with us more online now! _______________________________________________________________ One more winter piece to share and then I'm good (for now ahaha): @Queen-of-Ice101 wrote an adorable oneshot about Rhen and Dameon kissing in a tree. It’s super sweet and fun and I love it so much so I had to draw something for it<3 Here's a link to the story on DA!! And now for some more spring-y pieces, starting with Edward and Stella: You know that song from Thumbelina, "Let me be your wings"? It's an EdStell aesthetic so I had to draw it. It's written in the laws of the universe. Also I wanted to try some more simplistic lines and coloring for this piece so enjoy my creative experiments while they last. And now for a pic of my fave queen Rhen: Rhen's favorite color is bright yellow so I had to draw her in a yellow dress Back at it again with the flower crowns. Rhen was born to wear crowns, I can't help it. Also Dameon made the flower crown so This is sometime after the canon ending, during some spring festival wherein Rhen is the life of the party. I really love picturing Thais coming back to life and flourishing and having flowers everywhere and even more I love imagining Rhen getting to see that and know it's because of her Also this is one of the first things I sketched on my tablet but the flowers took me a million years to finish, ahahaha
  9. Mu11berry

    Im little shy

    Aww, these are cute! And actually Devin looks very much like his AP faceset, pre-collegium. Nice job!
  10. Eeeyy, I didn't realize you were here too! I said this on IG already but I still love all these portraits!! Everything looks so soft and lovely!
  11. Ah, are the forums coming alive again? That's cool. And thanks, @Scrivener of the Gods and @Kaiso ! _____________________________________ I'm falling behind on this art-sharing thing again and now i have a bunch of winter pieces to share and it's already spring, oof. Here's a Haddan I made for @NickyLOL48 His design is actually pretty fun to work with, 10/10 would recommend. And here's some Mel and Gyendal I made for @Queen-of-Ice101 around Valentine's day If anyone was wondering, yes the cloak pin is supposed to be a moon. Also yes I definitely got carried away with the red XD And here's some RhenxDameon I worked on while I had a cold to cheer myself up and warm my soul: Dameon is sharing his cloak with Rhen to keep her warm (instead of cold like I was haha) and Rhen is pressing their noses together because it's cute and also it's apparently called a bunny kiss and I couldn't not draw it for Rhen and Dameon after hearing that. Bunnies are fluffy, they are fluffy, it was destiny. Also I totally felt a lot better when making this, it was like magic, haha. Rhen and Dameon bring so much warmth to my life and I'm so grateful for them
  12. I feel like I say this every time, but... I really loved writing this piece, it's one of my favorites. Just like the other 42 of them are apparently one of my favorites, but different. So enjoy! As usual this is also posted on fanfiction.net, if that's an easier format for you to read. (https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12094251/1/In-Pieces, this would be #37) _______________________________________ Slowly Sometimes I write something to explore the relationship development between Rhen and Dameon and sometimes I write to pay tribute to forgotten plot points in Aveyond that are too beautiful and important to fade into obscurity, and sometimes, sometimes I write just because I have feelings and I love my otp. This was one of the feelings times. So enjoy this rhenxdameon piece that happens during/mostly after the battle with Aesma, the last daeva (in the order I play). ________________________ Aesma was too fast, even with the magic clock. It all happened too fast— he had tried to shield her, but even after all this time he could never quite keep up with her. She was standing, swinging her sword and yelling her warcry, and then— And then— He ran forward to catch her— he tried to, but instead he slipped and watched in horror as Aesma raised his arm for another blow— It was Te’ijal’s arrow that stopped him, and then Galahad’s sword— Dameon couldn’t remember, it all happened so quickly, but somehow he got to Rhen and Aesma fell— had it happened in that order? He didn’t know. Marge was yelling at him, or maybe she was just yelling, and Elini looked like she might be sick— Rhen wasn’t moving, there was blood in her hair and running down her face, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from and his hands were shaking— He didn’t know how it happened, except that she sagged in his arms when he carried her and he cradled her head near his heart and tried to think of anything but death, and somehow— somehow, they had made it to a small cavern, and set up camp there. Lars had conjured a fire and Dameon sat by it with Rhen’s head in his lap and he tried to clean the blood out of her hair— it was everywhere, it stained her skin and his robes and he kept picturing his father bleeding out on the shrine floor— no! He had been helpless then, he had spells now. If only one of them would work— The others had hovered at first, and he wanted to growl that Rhen needed space, but she was their leader, she was the hero they had followed and he remembered how it felt to lose that, he couldn’t ask them to go— so he let them wait. His hands were shaking too much to check her pulse— it didn’t matter, he could hear her breathing— it was all he could hear, rattling his bones. He carefully massaged her scalp, brushing back loose strands of lavender. He couldn’t close the wound if his hands were shaking— get a grip— he couldn’t, he’d have to start somewhere else. He managed a deep breath, and felt for other injuries and murmured light healing spells. She was so pale, and cold— he must not rush. She had lost too much blood, she was fragile in this state. She should never have to be fragile— why wouldn’t she wake up? The others slowly shuffled away, one by one. Galahad stayed the longest, his eyes hard and unmoving. He had that in common with Rhen, they would never back down from even the darkest, most hopeless scenes. From even death. No. She couldn’t die, she was not going to die— Someone had prepared dinner, Dameon didn’t know what, but John had pushed a portion of whatever it was at him and he thought he remembered swallowing some of it. Most of it was wrapped in his pack to give to Rhen when she woke up. She would wake up. His hands were steadier now and he brushed back her hair again and traced the wound. There was a large welt swelling under it. He needed to be careful. He forced himself to breathe deeply and speak evenly— he whispered, really, he didn’t trust his voice beyond that. And slowly, so, so painfully slowly, the wound closed and the swelling went down and the pressure in his chest lifted— he hadn’t realized it was there, until it was gone and suddenly he could breathe. The others had spread their mats out on the cave floor, and Elini touched his shoulder and pointed to Rhen’s mat— Dameon didn’t know how he remembered it. He would help Rhen into it when she woke up. She had to wake up, sometimes head injuries were irreversible— he wouldn’t risk it. He couldn’t— No. Sunshine was the first spell he’d ever learned— cure sleepiness. It wasn’t quite sleepiness that had her like this, but he was afraid a revive spell would be too strong. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want to make it worse— she still wasn’t moving. Why could he not have just moved, in the first place? John was already snoring and even Te’ijal was lying down. Sunshine. He’d tried to use the spell to get out of going to bed once, and his parents had lectured him on the appropriate uses of magic. Protection and healing. That’s what he was allowed to do with his gift. The list had seemed small then. Now it seemed impossible. Lars had stopped glaring at John and his eyes were closed. Everyone was sleeping now, everyone was breathing evenly— Except Rhen, whose breaths came in shallow little sighs. And except Dameon, who was sure he’d never sleep again. He put his hands on either side of her head. The fire was finally starting to warm her cheeks, and her ears. She had little, round ears that stuck out from her head just slightly. She called them goofy. He called them charming. Sunshine. It was useless. She wasn’t moving, the firelight reflected somberly off the ends of her eyelashes, her usually pale pink lips were ashen, he was helpless again before the last inevitability and he felt sick— Then abruptly, finally, her expression shifted. She drew her eyebrows together, and frowned, and her closed eyelids seemed to tighten. “Rhen?” he whispered hopefully, hopelessly, his breath catching in his throat. “Are you awake?” She didn’t answer, but she curled into his lap. He almost cried, she was still so cold and pale. She needed to wake up. He whispered the spell again, and carefully pressed his hands to her cheeks and ears. The muscles of her face were tight. His throat was closing and he swallowed— he was not going to cry, he needed to heal her— He was already crying, he couldn’t do anything to stop it, and now there were tears that didn’t belong to her dripping down her face— Her long eyelashes fluttered, and now the firelight danced on the ends of them, and her two soft violet eyes opened and looked up at him. “Rhen—” “G’morning, Sunshine,” she slurred. He tried to laugh at the unintended irony of that but instead it came out as a sob, and she frowned and the rough tips of her little fingers brushed across his face. “Why’re you crying?” “I— I— I was afraid— you were— lost— I—” He couldn’t even say the words, and now he couldn’t even see her through the tears— “It’s all right,” Rhen soothed. “I’m not lost. Don’t cry.” But he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t catch his breath. She watched him patiently and then asked softly, “Was it Aesma?” Aesma— speeding across the cavern, his blows coming down like lightning, shattering the shields, knocking out every defense, and then— and then— Dameon somehow managed to nod before he lost control of his lungs and his throat— he was going to wake the others, he tried to muffle the sounds in his hands but he wasn’t sure it made a difference, and Rhen reached up and pulled his head down near hers and patted his wet cheek. “It’s all right,” she said again. “He’s gone now. Wait—” she paused, and frowned up at him. “He is gone, right?” He choked back another one of those horrible sounds, and nodded again, and her mouth curved in a small smile— her lips were pink again, and her breathing was steady and the demon was gone, he couldn’t harm her any further— he’s gone, he’s gone, he’s gone— Dameon jumped, at first, when Rhen’s fingers stroked his forehead, but her hands were steady and he was tired and his chest hurt and it was— nice, to be close to her. He leaned down and her fingers found their way to his hair, too, and he didn’t know what her hands were doing up there but they were warm on his head and slowly, slowly he found he had followed her back to the present, and he could breathe again and the tears had stopped and all that was left was a dull, aching warmth where the fear used to be, and a tingling where the rough tips of her little fingers brushed his scalp. She was always steadfast while he was in chaos, she met all her monsters with unflinching strength, and— She must be hungry, after all she’d been through. “I saved dinner for you,” he mumbled softy, close to her ear. She smiled up at him, and her fingers finished with whatever they were doing to his hair. “Well I am hungry,” she admitted, and he found somehow he was smiling despite himself. He carefully helped her sit up and then reached for his pack. Dinner turned out to be fish, and it was burnt on the edges and cold from sitting so long away from the fire. But Rhen took it gratefully, and swallowed down large chunks of it before he could begin to apologize— “Thanks, Dameon,” she said around another mouthful. “I was afraid I would have to starve until morning.” Then, “Here, have you had some?” “Oh, I— well, you— yes, you eat it, Rhen, I’m fine.” She narrowed those vivid violet eyes at him and held out the rest of the fish, and he felt light-headed and he wished he could think of a joke so she would stop looking at him like that. “Really, I had some, it’s okay,” he assured her again. She blinked. “Please, Dameon?” He swallowed and tried to think of some argument, but he couldn’t and she was still looking at him so he finally took the fish and nibbled at it— He was hungry, and it felt good in his stomach, but what was really nice was the contented smile that tugged the corners of her mouth when he thanked her, and the happy sighing sound she made when he had given it back and she’d finished the rest, and especially— the way she leaned her head on his shoulder, and yawned into his chest, and sleepily announced that she would take care of the watch until Te’ijal woke up. He smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, and he carefully traced the still-tender skin where Aesma had struck her. “What if I take care of the watch, and you take care of yourself and get some rest?” “No.” She shook her head. “That won’t do. You have to take care of me. I mean,” she yawned again, “of rest. Take care of rest.” “I’ll take care of both,” he said, and felt thrilled and frightened at his own audacity— that was something he’d learned from Rhen. And his stomach was shaking now but he couldn’t stop himself, he was already asking, “Would you like me to carry you to your mat?” She held her arms out towards him and she was shaking, too. She didn’t sag in his arms this time but she laid her head in the same place near his heart and he thought it might burst open, or maybe it already had. It was a short walk to her mat, Elini had made sure he wouldn’t have to step over anyone, and he laid Rhen down and pulled the blanket over her and he wondered when the trembling would stop. She reached up and brushed the hair out of his eyes again, and her little smile told him she knew something he didn’t. But she never left him long in the dark; she pulled a lock forward and held it where he could see, and now he knew what her hands had been doing in his hair; she had braided it. He laughed softly and his whole self was still quivering but he felt brave somehow and he kissed her nose because it was freckled and pink, and then she blushed and her nose was pinker and his heart had definitely burst now. He stroked her hair and slowly, slowly her eyes closed and her breathing evened out and it wasn’t like last time, it was quiet and calm and she was safe, and slowly, slowly the tremor in his chest softened and somehow his chaos had gently settled into... Peace.
  13. Ya know, I make a lot of Te'ijalahad gifts. Not complaining, just noticing. Anyway, here is art, starting with, whaddya know, a Te'ijalahad gift: Rhen and Dameon, "Pleased to Meet You:"
  14. @NickyLOL48 Thanks! You're brilliant @daeva_agas Thank you! I actually didn't mind him not meeting a partner in the game, there was already so much going on, but if somebody made a spin-off or something it'd be a cute option to explore ______________________________________________ Heh, I've fallen a bit behind again. But this time only a LITTLE. Here's a Te'ijalahad aesthetic which I was working on forever and a half ago but I lost the original file with the layers and I'm not about to try to edit the png so take it: And here is a pic of Rhen and Dameon in battle, which is something I've wanted to try drawing forever so I'm very excited:
  15. I just wanted to say, in case you ever see this, that I reread this story all the time (last night being the latest time haha) and it's fantastic. The plot is so compelling, I hold my breath every time (and you stopped updating at probably the most dramatic point possible, aaahhh!! I will never know relief), your oc's are so memorable and creative, and I love how in touch you are with all the characters' emotions! Honestly your writing has had a huge influence on mine, both because you were brave enough to post this kind of thing and because it's just so memorable and emotional, it just lives in you, you know? Well, maybe you don't know because you wrote it so it might be hard to know what an impact it has to someone else, but just know this story means a lot to me and I'm really grateful to be able to reread it Also, if you ever do end up writing more and wonder if anyone would read it, I WOULD!!!! And I know there would be others too, this story is a classic
  16. I've ranted a couple places about the new piece I accidentally wrote, and I finally got it posted here so yay! It's chapter 10, The Opposite of Solitude, and you can find it on the first page after A Little Help and before Getting a Place. I've felt like something was missing between those two chapters for a while now, so it's nice to finally know what it was. Also, I've been wanting to address some of the stuff I talk about in The Opposite of Solitude since the beginning, but it always felt I was intruding or just not the right time so I'm really excited this idea finally wrote itself. If it's easier to read on fanfiction.net than to go back to the first page and find the new chapter, here's a link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12094251/10/In-Pieces
  17. Today I have for this thread a gift for a friend who loves te'ijalahad, the last Aveyond 31 day challenge piece, and also a fluff which was made as a Christmas gift art trade thing and which I am obviously late to post here. But this time I am only five days late! So yay. The Te'ijalahad gift: #THIRTY ONE Aveyond 31 day fandom challenge (it only took me like a year and a half or something completely not ridiculous like that XD): NOTP of AV4 Christmas gift for AmayaSakuragi11
  18. Okay, as a science nerd I am obligated to tell you guys that Scrivener is right, red + blue = purple is NOT how genetics works. What you're thinking of is either incomplete dominance or codominance, and neither would work to make purple out of red and blue. A gene being "dominant" means it produces a pigment, and recessive usually means it doesn't, or it is masked, inhibited, etc. In some cases a certain amount of gene product is required to make something appear a certain color. So if, for example, you had a flower with one copy of gene that produced red pigment (which would make it dominant) and one that produced no pigment (effectively white, and recessive) then you could get a pink flower because there wouldn't be enough red pigment to spread throughout the whole organism, and THAT would be incomplete dominance. Red and blue are both pigment so that's not what's happening here (and even if you headcanoned that blue somehow works like white in Aia or something similarly crazy which changed the laws of physics, you still wouldn't get that pastel color that Rhen has). Codominance would be when some cells/hair follicles/whatever the thing in question is produce the pigment encoded by one gene, and others end up producing the pigment made by the other. So if this was the case, you would have some hairs that were red and some that were blue. Still not purple, and definitely not pastel purple with blue ends. TL;DR, Alicia is definitely Rhen's mother, and if the science isn't enough honestly just Rhen's personality should be, she couldn't possibly be anyone else's daughter. Science and the inevitable aside, Alicia already lost pretty much everything, it just seems wrong to take away her daughter too, just to make a ship headcanon. As for the Talia/Devin or Alicia/Devin ships, I can see the appeal of both of them, and I think canonly we're supposed to be able to. Devin actually doesn't fall in love with Alicia during the quest, he states outright that he and Talia were in love before she became the dreamer. (Side note, I'm pretty sure his age is never stated in the games and that the only hints we have are that he must be older than 13 in the beginning since he's already named, but younger than ~16 because he doesn't go through his growth spurt until the 3 years at the collegium, which would make a max age difference of 2 years, not 3. But if anyone has screenshots that say otherwise I'm interested.) Devin fell in love with Alicia after the quest, and it was probably a natural progression from the friendship and respect that developed between them during the quest. I think him and Alicia were good for each other; they made a heckin awesome daughter, and Devin seems to have learned more about communication and taking others' autonomy into account from his time with her. I like him and Talia, but he really wasn't great at doing those things with her during the quest, and Alicia is the sort of person who would put her foot down and make those things happen. As for what Alicia got out of it, they both love fun and adventure and have this strong hero streak, and I really believe they were happy together during what little time they had. And after AV1, of course, Devin and Talia get to be friends again and I think that's really sweet. I think Devin would need a century or two to process his grief, and honestly Talia probably would too, but I do like to think that eventually they get together again, after they have figured everything out and learned how to communicate and important things like that.
  19. http://fav.me/dcaynxg 

    This gives me life and I can't use the relevant emoji on DA so :kawaii-love:

  20. Just SEVEN more inktober pieces! So I'll share those all today and then only have all the pieces I did after October to catch up on XD Prickly Stretch Thunder Gift Double Jolt Slice (the last inktober prompt!!!) Yay!! Inktober complete! And it didn't even take me 50 years XD
  21. How long is too long for an art thread? Anyway here are more pics because I am really so far behind it's ridiculous: Scorched Breakable Drain Expensive Muddy Chop I think two more posts like this will catch me up. The end is in sight at last XD
  22. egg2.jpg?width=192&height=301

    This egg would probably hatch into something cool if you brought it to Moo Hatchery.

    1. lovely-girl
    2. Kaiso

      Kaiso

      It be funny if its just gave birth to some kind off fan fiction.

  23. Today is the day of my birth! So I am updating! I'm really fond of this next little piece, actually. And, it is set towards the end of fall, and right now is towards the end of fall, so for once my timing is right! __________________________________________________________________ Innocence First off, tinctura hypericum is a powerful healing item in the game, maybe you remember it Tinctura in real life is a medicinal mixture and hypericum is a flowering plant which actually does have healing properties (which I know because I'm a nerd), and it tends to react badly with other pharmaceuticals. So now when Dameon does his nerd babbling thing, you will know what he's talking about. Which actually isn't necessary to understanding the story but it's nice to not be confused, yeah? This is a story about Rhen's innocence and her trying to reconcile her really very gentle and kind nature with the violence she has seen and done. Sometimes we see these things as mutually exclusive and I think Rhen would have to work through having both in her— and because of Dameon's experiences, he would be able to help. Happens in Thais, before Aesma. ____________________________________________________________________ The problem was, he had very soft lips, like marionbells or apple blossoms, and she had very rough hands, and she didn't understand— of all the places he could have kissed, her forehead, maybe, or her cheeks, or her mouth— but instead he always chose the dirtiest, roughest part of her and it was— was— Bewildering. Ma had always told her to wash her hands. And she had been right, Rhen's hands were always filthy. Rhen had used them to pick apples and catch butterflies and she couldn't remember a time there hadn't been dirt under her nails. When she was a slave she'd scrubbed walls and floors until she didn't have nails anymore. She'd smashed spiders with her palms and got their gooey guts all over her fingers, and nobody had been there to tell her to wash them. She'd rinsed the gore off in muddy streams and dried her hands on her ragged smock and wondered if she'd ever hear Ma's scolding again. And when she'd had to she'd grabbed a stick in her hands and swung it— the splinters she got were for Eddy and she didn't regret them but she knew they weren't beautiful. Violence was never anything but monstrous. Except, maybe— Maybe— She had learned how to make swords sing and she got more than splinters from that; cuts and bruises that faded away and rough calluses that didn't. And it was those which Dameon always kissed with his flower petal lips, like they meant something. I had no idea how skilled you were with a sword. Her skill surprised most people, nobody expected ferocity from her. They didn't know what she'd sacrificed to become like this, they didn't understand she fought because she had to, because no one else would, because somebody had to stand between the monsters and the helpless, and if that made her a monster, too, then— She would be what she must. Deadly and beautiful at the same time. Deadly she had heard before. Beautiful was— Familiar in the same way a bird's song was after a long, cold winter, something she had known once and forgotten. It was winter now, or nearly winter. It might as well always be winter in Thais, there were no birds and the only green things were the carefully kept trees growing in straight lines in the courtyards. They didn't look much older than Rhen was herself; their branches were still spindly and they stood hardly taller than Galahad. Some stubborn gardener had planted them after the demon attack, and had fought all the elements to keep them alive. That sort of fighting was— it wasn't really monstrous, was it? She couldn't bring herself to call it monstrous. There was another word for it. If she was Elini she might know what it was, but she was just Rhen and she didn't know, so instead she stood and watched the stupid trees swaying in the wind and wondered. It was Dameon who finally found her. He was good at that. "Hi, Rhen," he said softly as he came up next to her. "Hi, Dameon." She turned to face him. "Finished shopping already?" He smiled and swung his pack off his shoulder to show her. "We have plenty of cassia leaves now," he said, briefly touching the neat bundle he had wrapped them in, "and they had tinctura hypericum. I don't know where they got the flowers, nothing seems to grow here. We'll have to be careful not to take it with anything else, it can react badly and— Rhen?" he interrupted himself. "Is something wrong?" She had been staring at the trees again. She forced herself to look away from them and tried to smile. "No," she said, in a tone that was meant to be convincing but was mostly tired. "Go on, I'm listening. You were talking about flowers." She had heard something about flowers, and nothing growing, and then she had lost track. "Flowers…" he repeated slowly, looking at her and then at the trees and furrowing his brow. Apparently that hadn't been his main topic. "Well, I— I couldn't find any flowers, but—" he cleared his throat almost nervously, which wasn't exactly the reaction she had expected, and then, "I did find something for you." He was rummaging around in his pack, and he pulled out something small and leather. "I— I noticed your old gloves were wearing out, and these looked like they would fit you. They do have flowers on the ends." His ears were pink as he held them out for her to take. There were little blue asters embroidered along the wrist seams. They were very pretty, which seemed strange for something made for a fighter, but it was sort of— nice. And she had never been eloquent, she wasn't sure what to say, but she managed to stammer out, "Er, thanks, Dameon," and then— He smiled at her, that stupid sappy smile that made her cheeks hot, and he took one of her hands in his and gently pressed it to his stupid soft lips— which was— which was— "Why do you do that?" she asked, searching his face. He tilted his head at her. "Do what?" She was very warm and probably very pink and her heart seemed to have forgotten its regular rhythm and was now inventing its own wild pulse, but she was stubborn and she managed to say, without squeaking, "Why do you kiss my hands?" There was a pause while he thought— his silences were familiar now, his slow and careful ways were soothing, and she found her breath as he brushed her hair back behind her ear. "I guess because— your hands do so much for others— and for— me." He looked at her with those deep brown eyes and that serious little frown and she clutched at the gloves. "I just want to— take care of them." And he took both her hands, and pressed them to his heart the same way she might have pressed a marionbell to hers when she was a small child with dirt under her nails— Deadly and beautiful. He cherished even the parts of her that were frightening, and the word for that was— Was— "Well, you could kiss my mouth, you know." And he did, so, so softly she might have thought it was spring and the flowers had grown again.
  24. Here are some more!! Cruel Whale Guarded Clock Weak Angular Bottle Aaand I should probably be done now, I really don't want to overwhelm anyone's page but I'm so behind on sharing art here, ahaha. Soon. Soon I will be caught up. Maybe,
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