#Chapter 1: Awakening

[starglasszodiac]

Alright, Page 5 is now LIVE! (hey, that rhymes!)

I want to get better with rendering bubbles and water effects in general (I will definitely have a lot of opportunities with this comic in particular!) but I still really like how this one came out :D

The next update will be on August 5th, 2024. Thanks for reading! <3 ————— ARCHIVE

[sanitizedsubject]

Is your favorite brand toni kensa?

(Fuck you, get fashioned, octopus nerd.)

[carmello-matcha]

Did you guy know that you can interact with the snitch itself

Its quite the adorable how the mc treats and calls it little friend

[starkidlabs]

Playing a video game you really love is so difficult sometimes. On the one hand you want to play through it as quickly as possible because you’re so excited to see what happens next, on the other hand you know you need to play it slowly so it isn’t all over too quickly.

[chocolate-froggy]

daniel can’t catch a break damn

[lesbianyosano]

legitimately what the fuck was that

[askbeannuts]

[Gil is hurt due to overheating!]

[Mysterious Being was stunned due to taking a blow in a similar place!]

[Gill is Confused due to overheating!]

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[marley-manson]

yk i mentioned the other day that i've never found a true successor to xena in terms of satisfyingly OP women, but that's not actually quiiiite true

claymore's theresia is probably the closest that i've personally seen, and if she was the protag rather than a flashback character she'd be just as satisfying

like sometimes the best thing you can do with an epic badass action heroine isn't giving her a tough challenge she has to work super hard to fight or demonstrating the limits of her abilities, but simply making it really cool when she defeats the strongest possible opponents without breaking a sweat

give her emotional and personality flaws and/or have her ridiculous amounts of power serve the themes of the story, and boom, it's also good writing on top of being the most fun shit to read/watch imaginable

[lesbostomping]

writing fanfiction will have you (22 yo, hungarian, never been to australia) become sooo intimately aquainted with the specific clubs that melbourne queers used to frequent during the '90s and the culture surrounding them

[ralexsol]

started the new sherlock holmes: the awakened video game and bro. like. warning for anyone who wants to play very very soon: there are no guides up yet, since today was release day. and the mechanics of puzzle-solving are (at least for me) hard to understand. the one guide i found after being stuck on an early puzzle for like 20 minutes was either completely wrong or i was simply unable to understand what it was saying. i was only able to figure it out myself after finding a tab in the help menu talking about the certain mechanic. USE THE HELP MENU. IT IS THE ONLY WAY YOU’LL HAVE AN SEMBLANCE OF KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE DOING

[pegasusknightsonly]

ch1 clear a LOT more scuffed and i probably should not have given that boss kill to Sully but. well. It's Fine. It's Fine. It's Fine

[starglasszodiac]

Alright everybody, Page 9 is now LIVE!

This page definitely taught me that I can't handle too many art commitments at once, I am swamped with work right now. @_@ That said, it was still good practice and Cassie is finally here!!! :D

The next update is scheduled for September 16th, 2024. Thanks for reading, friends! <3

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[sanitizedsubject]

four, how did you find stachi?

[earlyspringtranscendence]

being normal about audiobooks again. prommy. but whyyyyy why why why why why why dont audiobook narrators following in other narrator’s footsteps within the same series (ESPECIALLY FANTASY) just . quickly have a listen to the prev person’s pronunciation of words. i wish it wasnt this hard and yet.

[theophagie-remade]

Cluster being rainbow colored is the funniest thing ever

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 1: Awakening

Narrated by Krista.

~Content Warning: desolation, bones, death~

Narrator: Warm sunlight streamed through the window into the narrow room, carrying the crisp chirping of the morning birds.

Narrator: I open the window. A gentle breeze of humid air touched my face and poured into the room along with a din of laughter.

Narrator: A little girl who was heading home carried flowers she picked from the suburbs. The petals glistened with pearl-like morning dew.

Narrator: Her golden curly hair sparkled in the sun like a wheat field ready for harvest.

Narrator: Spring has arrived in Delmond, bringing life and hope.

Mom: Krista...

Narrator: Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. I turned and saw my parents waving at me there.

Narrator: The smiles on their faces were warmer than the sun. My mother was carrying her favorite rattan basket, stuffed with bread baked to golden yellow.

Dad: Guess what we got for your birthday.

Krista: For my birthday?

Narrator: Surprised and overjoyed, I turned around and ran downstairs.

Narrator: But when I opened the door, a biting wind cut my face like a knife.

Narrator: The blissful scene disappeared in an instant. Birds fell from the sky with mournful cries. The sky above turned into dim gray and the alleys below were empty and shabby.

Narrator: I screamed in horror and woke up from the nightmare. Through a veil of tears, I saw only gray walls and worn furniture.

Narrator: Mother’s rattan basket still sat on the table, covered in dust.

Narrator: Then it occurred to me that spring would never come to Delmond again.

Narrator: Last summer, a drought hit Delmond and ruined the fields. Then the following long winter had made things even worse. Finally, a terrible famine happened.

Narrator: My parents died in the famine. The only thing they left me was a black loaf of dry bread.

Narrator: Without that piece of bread, I wouldn’t have made it until today. And now, there was not a crumb left in this house.

Narrator: I had to go scavenging for food on the streets. That was the only way I could survive.

Narrator: Delmond’s busiest market had now become a heap of ruins, silent like the rest of the dead city.

Narrator: Sometimes, rich men’s carriages went past, making cracking sounds on the snow.

Narrator: I knew that was the sound of breaking the frozen bones...

Narrator: This was not Delmond anymore. This was a new hell.

Narrator: Sitting in those ornate carriages must be those finely dressed nobles, who were fleeing to their brightly lit castles as if being chased by a plague.

Narrator: But what about people like us? Where could we go?

Narrator: I was wandering aimlessly when a cold little hand grabbed me by the calf.

Narrator: I looked down and saw a skinny little girl. Her hair was like dirty straw. Upon a closer look, I could tell her original hair color, though barely.

Narrator: It should be the golden color like a wheat field.

Choose either “You know her?” or “Could she be...”

If “know,” ...

You: Do you know this little girl?

Narrator: She was in my dream a moment ago, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling like an angel.

If “be,” ...

You: That sounds hard to believe. Still, I want to know who she is...

Narrator: I do. She was in my dream a moment ago, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling like an angel.

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Little Girl: M-Miss... I’m starving...

Narrator: The little girl whimpered like a kitten.

Narrator: Before I could take her hand, she collapsed down by my feet and curled into a small ball.

Narrator: Her life was fading. I knelt beside her and watched with tears as her little body turned cold. There was nothing I could do.

Narrator: People came and went on the dilapidated street, and nobody would pay attention to someone dying.

Narrator: Will I also end up like that girl? Will Delmond’s past peace and prosperity never return?

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4