#Petar

[iliothermia]

Any of your ocs been on your mind lately? If so would it be okay for me to ask for a little lore dump? 🥺

All of your fellas are so gorgeous

Dagan, one of my interdimensional librarians and Petar by association (also a librarian). They live in two little realms that were taught to hate and fear each other, both sealed away as a result. One stumbles into the other's realm by accident, and misplaces a book while hiding. Dagan is followed home after picking it up, and they meet when a retrieval effort is made.

Petar comes from my realm where most things are made from semi-sentient mold and lichens, (if you know Itzhak my violinist, he's from the same realm.)

Dagan's realm is more of a florally inspired realm. They're recognizable as different in each other's places because of the materials their clothing and belongings are made of. Also Petar is part of a fishpeople. So a little noticeable 👁️👁️

Most of their initial time together is learning each other's languages and bickering about the historical/cultural inaccuracies both have taught of each other's people. They argue a bit but feel closer as a result of their ability to communicate intensely and still be respectful of each other.. and find beauty in each other's lives as they learn more about each other. Petar starts visiting at the same time nearly every night, and have little special knocks for each other to be safe. The second half of their lore is a bit sadder because of political drama and imprisonment. But they'll end up happy, I just haven't gotten there yet hehe. I'm currently drawing Dagan again :)

Thank you for asking and hope you're well 💙💙

[postcard-from-the-past]

Coronation of Petar I Кarađorđević, King Peter I of Serbia

Serbian vintage postcard

[muka-rapak]

(Krabat - Otfried Preußler)

The millermen as actual ravens corvids:

[crackhead-running-around-town]

Quick doodle of my OC's

Amalka and Petar ~♡

[yourbeginneranimator]

Here’s a tierlist but based off of I had to hug the characters IRL (btw most of the mid section is either really strong and can probably break my ribs or just slimy e.g the frogs)

[muka-rapak]

Finally, after years of thinking about it I had a moment (because I was sick and not quite up to doing any actual work) to draw something for Otfried Preußler's Krabat 🦴 From left to right - Tonda, Jura, Hanzo, Lyško, Stašek, Petr, Merten, Michal, Kubo, Andruš, and Kito (I only know the Czech names, sorry!)

[pleatonitum]

Da li je Petar bio prvi papa?

Poglavar Rimokatoličke Crkve je rimski papa. Taj je čovjek, prema katoličkoj doktrini, zemaljska glava crkve i nasljednik apostola Petra. U skladu s tim vjerovanjem, Krist je odredio Petra da bude prvi papa koji je, otišavši u Rim, ostao u tom svojstvu dvadeset i pet godina. Počevši od Petra, Rimokatolička Crkva svojata nasljedstvo papa koje se nastavilo do danas, što je vrlo važan dio…

[postcard-from-the-past]

Coronation of Petar I Кarađorđević, King Peter I of Serbia

Serbian vintage postcard

[muka-rapak]

Hastig begruben sie ihn, keinen Augenblick länger als nötig verweilten die Burschen an seinem Grab.

Merten allein blieb zurück.

Das 2. Jahr - Am Ende Der Reihe.

They buried him hastily, and the boys did not linger a moment longer than necessary by his grave.

Merten alone stayed behind.

The 2nd Year - At The End of The Row.

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So, I don't quite enjoy how Merten was the only one who stayed behind. Michal cared for Krabat, but especially for Witko too. Very similar with how Tonda cared for Krabat during his first year- until The Master caught on with Michal thanks to a certain snitch...

I think there should have been some hesitance from Krabat, but especially Witko to leave his grave at least...

[embracemuscle]

Round. Full. Engorged.

[yourbeginneranimator]

Petar

[eric-nakamura]

O balanço do infinito.

[elenaferrando]

Ayer peté

Estoy muy agobiada. Harta de currar sola. Sin compañeras de oficina. Necesitaba llorar y no podía. Tengo bastante trabajo, lo que no se traduce especialmente en elevados ingresos.

Sobre las ocho de la tarde llegó el Sr. A a casa y al ver mi estado, me insistió en salir a andar una hora. Me vino bien, desconecté. Hablamos de otras cosas que no eran mi trabajo, me despejé y al regresar a casa cenamos y pusimos una película.

Decidí que la iba a ver como toca, nada de estar con el ordenador trabajando a la vez que la veía.

A tomar por culo... Me puse en modo Scarlett O'Hara: - Después de todo, mañana será otro día.

Pero ese otro día ha llegado con migrañas matutinas...

Fantástico. Yo pensaba madrugar y no ha sido posible. Medicación y a la cama. Es posible que estas migrañas que estoy teniendo últimamente tan frecuentes se deban al estrés.

No me voy a agobiar. Ahora que estoy mejor, me pongo a trabajar pero... UPS! interrumpo el trabajo para procrastinar y escribir esto. Muy bien rubia, en realidad a ti lo que te gusta es escribir. A pesar de que dedicar estos minutos a no trabajar te vaya a aumentar el estrés... Pues nada, deal with it, darling!

Lo que me gustaría es dedicarme a hacer teatro, a leer, escribir, a viajar y a bailar... He nacido en un siglo y en una clase social equivocados.

Claro que no sé si habría aguantado la posición que, como mujer, tendría que haber soportado.

Pero esto lo pienso desde mi perspectiva actual... Quizá si hubiera nacido en otro siglo, pensaría de otro modo. ¡Buah! este melón me lo dejo para otro día.