#‘I definitely don’t have a STYLE’

[yuurionviktor]

Wanted to see if there’s consistency in the way I draw them

[remxedmoon]

“the valiant bison. it leaps to protect its fellow creatures, but not you.”

hooved

2 power - 8 health - 3 blood

protector - when a creature on this card’s side of the field is about to take damage, this card will jump forward to take the hit instead.

sharp quills - once a card bearing this sigil is struck, the striker is then dealt a single damage point.

BISABEAU!! YIPEEE! and a fancy custom sigil to go with him! wow! writeup below, as always

that custom sigil huh!! i had to rewrite that description SO MANY TIMES and it STILL ISN’T PERFECT GRAAAA. i couldn’t fit it into the proper description, but isa’ll return to his original spot after taking the hits. he basically redirects all attacks on his teammates to himself. like a moleman but in reverse.

also ^ he won’t try to protect terrain cards! because that’s a boulder. not his friends. the entire concept around the sigil is based around him protecting his friends from harm.

sharp quills is there to let him counterattack while covering for his allies! fun fact, in my original concept for this card, this was replaced with the mighty leap sigil?? for some reason??? even though airborne cards can’t attack cards on the field?????? idk what my thought process there was. thank god i caught that before finalizing his card

don’t ask how he has sharp quills btw. it’s uhh. his horns. yes. the quills are his horns.

i went back and forth between calling him a bison or a buffalo. his design was based more on water buffalo than american bison? but i ended up going with bison just because it was shorter lol. plus the bisabeau pun. i am beholden to the pun.

you might’ve noticed that the patch is in a different spot here! i couldn’t find a spot that didn’t cover an important part of the card. so i had to go through the miserable experience of moving the patch and cutting it out even more thoroughly to prevent it from messing up the pixels around it. somehow that damn patch was harder to make than the CUSTOM SIGIL.

speaking of the sigil patch. he gets burrower! which makes him move to any empty space that’s about to be attacked. functionally, this means that ALL damage on the board will get redirected to him. except for airborne attacks i guess

this card doesn’t have a hidden trait! and there’s a reason for that! because…

“a meek, unassuming calf. it has not yet learned its own strength.”

hooved

0 power - 2 health - 2 blood

fledgling - a card bearing this sigil will grow into a more powerful form after 1 turn on the board.

clinger - when one of your creatures is placed in a space, a card bearing this sigil will move towards them as far as possible.

TWO CARDS!! he gets to have a fledgling form :3

fledgling is self explanatory i think? i wanted to keep some kind of reference to his Change and this was the best way i could think of! lil baby thing based on his past self…

clinger is a sigil from act 3! it’s like. only on the lonely wizbot i think. initially i was just going to give them sprinter (which makes them move to a different space after attacking) but it felt… too similar to the elk fawn for my liking. and it felt more appropriate character-wise

this card is also part of the reason why i went with bison. buffalo calf is a long name!!!

idk how well it comes across but they have their lil braid!! i wanted to include the glasses in some way but it felt a little out of place with the card design. so they only have the braids. a necessary sacrifice

i realize that burrower is a TERRIBLE sigil for this card but! i had to keep it consistent with his mature form. hope your bison calf doesn’t fling itself into danger and die! oops!

that’s everything to do with these cards! phew! that was a lot of text. here’s the patchless versions!

[jeanmoreaue]

inspired by the scene where Cat brings Jean seashells at the beach bc Jean’s old teammates trashing his little trinkets is OUT, and Jean’s new teammates adding to his collection is IN

[autthesnot]

Tyger Tyger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

(William Blake, The Tyger)

[rowynri]

some old red son doodles i colored!!

[unriding]

hi evie !! how have you been ? :33 i hope you dont mind me borrowing you and moze for something ehehe <3

[fuumiku]

Mickbell Tomas it seems I’ve grown quite fond of you you come to me as a long lost friend whom I once picked apples with in papa’s orchard

I headcanon his nose scrunches up and he bites his tongue sometimes when he’s reallyyy laughing… And he’ll snort sometimes of course. Free serotonin. Yk I connected the dots recently that since my twst 2nd top fave is Ruggie it was truly only a matter of time before the Mickbell brainrot got to me. Little "shhh-shh-shhh" laughs please and thank you

[fridayiminlovemp3]

that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[katkat030]

The Calm of the Storm

written for day 26 of @definitelynotshouting's definitelynottober2024 prompts, the light that blinds.

There’s a storm on the horizon, and the feeling of it is heavy, humidity clinging to every breath and the air weighing more than it did a day past. A bank of clouds paint the sky in a stretch of grey so dark it looks purple, crisscrossed with sweeping voltage lines that arc from pole to pole like poetry. 

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Charge hums. It’s both the lullaby of power lines and different, two sides of the same coin, a storm on the horizon and a resonating buzz that knocks gently on the doors of bones, carves out a hollow, and seeps in to curl up politely at the feet of an idle soul. 

Enveloped in it all, Christmas beetles chirp, and it sounds like an orchestra, violins at the ready. They can still be heard in their silence, an ensemble counting rests with poised bows, filling the air not with sound but the faint imprint of it that lingers like the feelings at the core of a memory whose exacts are lost to time. They sing of anticipation, and the sweet note of their pause says something is coming this way.

There’s a storm on the horizon, and the feeling of it is heavy, humidity clinging to every breath and the air weighing more than it did a day past. A bank of clouds paint the sky in a stretch of grey so dark it looks purple, crisscrossed with sweeping voltage lines that arc from pole to pole like poetry. 

If this is a song, then the gathering of its precursors are the bridge, and if this is the human body, they are the ribs under which the heart beats. 

The first strike to split the sky is a herald, and it’s a promise of more to come. It meets the ground with barely a whisper and it’s erased just a blink later. The air holds its breath while the world turns as it always does beneath, not one to stop on anyone’s account.

The storm isn’t coming because the storm is already here, thunder a few seconds to playfully chase the heels of every arc of light that races to tag the ground. It weaves a symphony from Summer breeze, citrus-sweet humidity and lightning’s silent, staccato beats. 

At the edges of it all, a cliff face, mapped to a tossing ocean. 

A darkness to rival the crow’s feather black of the night–it, too, only illuminated in flashes carried in second-quick, branching veins–the sea turns over itself and over itself and rushes once more to hammer against the unyielding wall of stone. 

A dampening hand pressed softly to a cymbal crash, the storm dissipates, the harmonised hum of power lines remaining as the weighted blanket of rolling thunder recedes into a soft nothingness. The restless breaking of waves in the distance and the faint drone of electricity soothe the night to slumber.

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Atmosphere building practice inspired by the most gorgeous corner of the world I've ever visited.

[bugeyedfreaks]

Gotta say I probably owe it all to PPG for my (and probably all the other millennials that grew up with early seasons of ppg) love for anything 50/60s minimalistic, mid century aesthetic. Craig’s style was definitely inspired by those era. even when he’s not trying to approach it, there’s still some essence of it and it becomes my comfort aesthetic

Oh, same! At the time the 50s and 60s aesthetic was pretty trendy in pop culture just in general, so I’m sure it being part of the zeitgeist (as well as being a Hanna-Barbera production, so stylistically similar to their older cartoons) made it that way. There’s some 70s stuff in the show as well, but overall it definitely pulls more from that midcentury design sensibility and I truly do love it.

[genesisclub]

I was going to post my writing of usuk relationship but i decided that instead of doing that I would post my headcannons about Arthur’s family and his parents but don’t worry I’ll post my writings within a reasonable amount of time!

Also before I start let me say, If this doesn’t make much sense please spare me :(( trying to find something clear cut on ancient European history is not easy especially when it comes to pre-Roman Britain so I really had to take my own liberties with this—anyways! Onto the topic at hand

England was the only one to be born from Rome. The rest of his siblings were born from the tribal representatives; Pictis, Briton, and Gaels. His mother was Albion but when Rome arrived she was forced to change her name to Britannia. However, Albion was not a Celtic tribe. She only represented the land where of these tribes went to and lived on.

While Albion never represented anything specific, once she married and had a child with the representative, Briton she fully embraced the Brittonic culture and language. And it was his culture and language that she taught to her two youngest children, Wales and England. She taught them both Common Brittonic which was the language of Briton and it’s a language that only Wales and England can still speak fluently. Though England was not a son of Briton, that was Wales, she still wanted to make sure her child of Rome knew that he was just as much of a Briton as he was a Roman; she didn’t want Rome to indoctrinate their son with the same hatred towards Briton that he has.

Onto Scotland and Ireland, Scotland is the oldest child of Albion and his father was The Picts. Ireland is the second oldest, the only girl, and her father was The Gaels. Should also mention that Ireland was not raised by Albion; she lived with her father away from the main isle. I have no specific reason for this, The Gaels simply wanted their daughter to come with him and Albion wasn’t complaining.

Sadly, I don’t have much to say about these two as they weren’t involved much with Rome nor the empires conquest of Britain. While Scotland had gotten invaded, it was not fully as the Roman’s were unsuccessful and left the majority of Scotland unconquered. Though in the world of personifications, once Rome had invaded the lower British isles where Scotland was living with his mother and brother, he left them to go in the northern areas where his father was for his own safety. And for Ireland, they were never invaded by the Roman’s. Though I have this idea that Albion kept the Ireland being her daughter a secret from Rome in an effort to protect her which in turn made Ireland being the sister of England, Wales, and Scotland something England only discovered centuries later.

Now onto the invasion—I don’t actually have that much to say about the invasion but more so about the ending results. The invasion ended with Briton death (I’ll talk more about my HCs on nations deaths later but just know Briton died after losing a fight and got his heart eaten), Albion being forced to change her name to Britannia and marry Rome, and the birth of Albus who is the child of Rome and Britannia.

England only got a governmental title after the death of his mother. He did not have a province to represent until the split of Roman Britain and the creation of Britannia Superior and Inferior which he took the mantle of Superior, effectively replacing his mother. And after Rome fell he was called Englaland. So during his Rome-Britain years but before his mother’s death he was just called by his human name at the time, Albus.

Now the reason I made England the Superior was because the capital was of Britannia Superior was called Londinium which would later on become London. And for Wales, he represented the province of Britannia Inferior even though he should’ve been Britannia Superior. This was done because Rome did not like Wales, and he did not like Wales because Wales was the child of Briton. Before the death of Britannia, Rome would just ignore the child’s existence but once she was gone all Rome had left to represent and eventually replace her was their own son and the son she had with another whom he hates.

Ending this on a note: I know Birton was the umbrella term for the tribes in the isles but Celtic Britons were also known as The Britons so that’s why I’m using Briton but just know Briton is supposed to represent the Celtic Briton tribe.

[fierykitten2]

Past Paradox Quaquaval that loses the Water-type in favour of a Dragon-type for no reason meanwhile Future Paradox Meowscarada that loses the Grass-type but gains a type that isn’t Electric or Steel

[artificialcaretaker]

There’s no fucking way I got into school mandated classic lit yaoi again why the fuck does this keep happening……

[Literally praying that we read page 222 in class I need to see everyone’s reaction to that.

Also, Bromden is literally me. Bro will start talkin about his paranoid delusions and how the Shadow Government is controlling him and I’ll be like “ONG TWIN 🫡🫡🫡”

That may or may not have some implications on my current mental health status.

ALSO also, I finally changed my signature. I no longer want to be associated with the same thing I used to mark the yaoi hentai I drew in middle school. That ain’t me. I’m a changed man. Like hell I’ll ever find it again but the important thing is that I’m moving on.

[sundriedsanctum]

this probably sounds exceptionally vain and exceptionally silly but one of my deepest silly fears is that I come across as an unclean person

[wildestheart4ever]

Sewed together the skirt and took care of the fusible interfacing

Have a little trouble with measuring the length I want to take off the skirt cause the fabric is flannel-ish type so it keeps clinging ugh

As of now I’m taking a break