#Reena WIP

[shellyscribbles]

Hallendrest Update

Started the week at 26,095 words ended at 27,737 words.

Snippet:

              After her failure to show for lunch Kallias took up half of her sandwich and wrapped it in a napkin before braving another venture into the mourning queen’s chamber.

              He knocked on the door, paused a moment, then entered.

              Reena had left her bed and now sat curled up in a chair near the fireplace which was not lit. Kallias relaxed and crossed the room to her, careful to stay out of range should she decide one of the books or glasses within her reach would do to clear him from the room again.

              “You should eat.” He offered as he held the sandwich out before him.

              Reena glanced at him, her face was even more pale than normal, her eyes were swollen and heavy. She turned back to the fire. “You don’t have to act like you care.”

              Kallias ventured closer and took the chair farthest from her. “Its actually the opposite, I have to act like I don’t care. I can’t give the council the impression there is any affection between us.”

              “That should be easy. There isn’t any.”               Kallias’ face twitched into a sort of frown. “I am sorry that I have been unpleasant. I know living here like this is difficult. If there is anything I could do about it, I would.”

[roamingswtor]

Still a WIP but I've been working on making Reena's formal wear outfit for the sims 4 from this beautiful art I commissioned and my reference art for it.

I converted the "Celeb dress" from cyberpunk 2077 with edited/custom textures, and added some more bands to the legs and lekku.

Mods: Claws, Shoes, Cleavage, Makeup, Lekku

[ciceroartwork]

Identity; Ballora

Error! Unable to load image : Ballora

6'2 ft

347 lbs

Audio activation sensors in her Crown (forehead)

Deter and Misdirect Remote Activation (necklace/Neck)

Balance/Stability (waist)

Collision Sensors (knees) (location is also why she sometimes runs into stuff regardless… some things are too small to detect.)

Less of a WIP!

Headcanons:

Ballora is sensitive to light

She CAN see, but not very well. She may squint/peek while she's indoors, but outdoors? As long as it is cloudy or early/late. She can't see in full daylight, so she sticks to shadows.

echolocation, yeah that's right she screams at high pitches to get around

She has spots in her vision that are more sensitive to light than others.

She is easily enraged in bright light.

Ballora does not = Mrs. Afton and vice versa. William did, however, build her in his wife's image. Sort of…

gets around by memorizing her surroundings in some instances. (Some rooms she just avoids, because of the light and the frequency of which small, undetectable items are moved around the room.)

Ballora wouldn't outright attack (William) him on sight, but would probably stare at him in disapproval and disgust and keep her distance, cautiously watching him from a distance and round up her little ones, and the Babs, if Baby hadn't done so already at that point (oblivious to his presence, she'd go rabid at the sight of him.) She would definitely go rabid if he got close to the 'Reenas. She knows what he did. There's no saying what he'd do to them, robotic or not. [Theoretical situation, to show her view of him.]

She appears to be the same height as Foxy when they sit down next to each other, however she shoots up like a foot or two taller than them because of her ✨️long legs✨️ (haha)

Minireenas [×Oh god why are there so many?!]

Like to use the larger robots as taxis because they're really small. They usually go unnoticed, despite the fact that they sometimes will climb inside the animatronic they are 'taxiing' on

Ballora’s relationship with her minireenas is like.. ‘my dogs are so dumb. I love them with the entirety of my being. I would die for them.'

HW 2 Ballora

Her minireenas are not sentient, she found out pretty quickly. Made her really sad.

But she got to hang out with Baby and the Plushbabies, which was nice. They liked poking at her tiara and spinning her limbs 360°.

She's was very pleased and surprised at how much Circus Baby had calmed down.

Arctic Ballora

Came out before Clockwork

Her limbs cannot spin 360°, the only Ballora who cannot do so.

Her head movement is kind of limited because of the icicles around her neck.

Her limbs stick sometimes in the winter. Loud cracking.

NOT a fan of flash freezes. She has a small layer of water between her joints which usually don't get frozen because of pressure, but they do freeze with flash freezes. And then it really hurts. Broiler (or a technician) has to help her. Broiler is preferred, being able to melt her carefully rather than just cracking her joints.

Her features get lighter in the winter and darken back again in early spring.

Her icicles get longer and shed (note: thin out) during the spring/summer. Longer in the back, Broiler calls them her feathers/scruff depending on which ones shes talking about.

Most motherly to her Minireenas out of all the Balloras.

Arctic Minireenas [×4] (Aka Arcticreenas)

Do not come out during the summer unless 100% necessary. They melt quickly, and often stick to Arctic and attempt to taxi on her like their previous sisters from the 80's, however the sticking can become quite… Literal, so they avoid joints and try to stay really close to her to minimize loss of cold, but try to avoid actually touching her.

Crowns/tiaras, perhaps?

They whoop and whistle and chatter to communicate with each other. They rattle when startled/afraid/angry. Do not actually speak. Make dripping water sounds when they're intrigued by something.

Most likely to get damaged.

Clockwork Ballora

Has a sort of mechanical heart in her chest, behind a small patch of green/red stained glass in her chest.

Think steampunk. Still heavily working on her

Clockwork Minireenas [×3] (Aka her 'Hands')

CLOCKwork. Hehe.

There's three of them, plural is 'Hands'

because CLOCKwork hehe... three little ballerinas..

All three of them are slightly different heights. Shortest one is Second, middle is Minute, tallest is Hour.

They make ticking sounds when they move. Incessant, irregular ticking. There is no pattern. (Which really bothers SD Baby.)

They click and make sharp tapping sounds to communicate with each other. They whistle at the top edges of human hearing when they get startled/scared/angry, may make people sick.

Special Delivery Ballora

She got REALLY excited when Marie handed her her minireenas. If she could've cried, she would have.

Marie found it kind of odd and hadn't expected such a positive reaction, (she wasn't aware of the transfer of sentience from the 80's Ballora through Ennard -> Molten -> Funtime Freddy (HW1) -> Ballora (HW2) -> SD Ballora.)

Special Delivery Minireenas [×?]

They copy noises around them, predominantly the noises of the other minireenas to communicate. They can say a couple words, but can't string together a sentence. Only minireenas that can do this. Mostly just single syllable words. Make various noises of their counterparts when startled/scared/angry.

[Note: it took them a couple months before they started copying the noises of the Arcticreenas, and the same for Clockwork's Hands.]

They have learned that screaming ‘help’ gets them a lot of attention… screaming ‘fire’ makes everyone go away, which they don't like.

They also copy static and interfere with radio waves, and thus they will randomly play a random station or just static.

They're a bit more intelligent than their previous counterparts from the 80's.

Other Ballora stuff:

Updated:

01/07/25

[ombrathefurry]

how do you generally design characters/choose color pallets?

whenever I try and create a good color pallet they always end up clashing and looking absolutely awful

i've tried using websites but they always end up being very bland, so i'm turning to the expert lol

the only character i've created that I actually. like. is the one that's just a black freaking tiger with rainbow glowing stripes, but that's because monochrome with color pops just always is flawless </3

Expert what expert

I'm by no means any expert, but I'm really happy you think my designs are appealing enough for you to ask me this!!

I ALWAYS try to come up with a character concept or idea for who they are before I start designing. Because of this, you see a lot of my designs turning out to be designed very strategically, with their features actually having proper functions and reasons to be there

This is why I have such a hard time with gifted designs. I don't know how to make them work without a background or concept I can really connect to properly.

For specific character designs, I usually think of and flesh out a basic idea in my head. Depending on how lucky I end up being, I can imagine every detail right off the bat. Other times, I have to put some work into it and experiment a little.

Here's an example of me working out a character design WIP right now

Development of Mr. V

Some characters just pop into my head exactly the way they are, like how Samuel did

Cogsworth too

Some of my characters come from dreams, too, and I just immediately sketch out my interpretation of the idea I'd had

Peter came from a dream about a white rabbit with a weird face killing a nuclear family's father leaving the mother and child alone with no idea what happened (it was disturbing, (there are more disturbing details,) which is why I made peter very unsettling)

Butch came from a dream that had something to do with fake peppino from pizza tower running around the It Steals maze area throwing cleavers at whoever he ran into

Dreams are a GREAT place to come up with character concepts

They give you a very solid ground before you start designing

One of my guidelines for creating characters is that they should be instantly recognizable as their own character. What are their special features? What defines them? What features would I keep if I were to draw them at the bare minimum detail? What parts of the design would make the character unrecognizable without them?

For example, Reena without her yellow.

Queen without her shadows.

You see this rule pop up a lot online, though mostly focusing on the idea of the silhouette of a character standing out from the others.

While I think it's a good option for when it comes to developing designs, I don't like worrying about it too much. I try to create the individual features of the character rather than immediately think about the silhouette.

All things considered, you're also totally allowed to break the rules to achieve something else. For example, Saleem and Minnow have identical silhouettes because I wanted them to give an uncannily similar vibe. Some characters who were derived off of others through dreams I might have had have very similar silhouettes as a nod to their origins, though have very differentiated individual features.

I look to various other artists and designers I like for feature ideas when I'm super stuck (usually when my ideas are more abstract)

for example, scrawl came from a very abstract dream and literally didn't have a face (they were just a bunch of hands and looked a little bit like a black void worm from Rainworld)

I took inspiration from Fooffle's Space AU Warren for his face, Sir Needle's sona's ears for his hair, and gave him this sweater from a random thing I found on Pinterest that I liked

Bennet (and the rest of the caravan gang) came from a dream about various different individuals riding on a wagon - Bennet specifically in the dream was Uncle Ben who runs The Urban Rescue Ranch. I ended up giving him the name Bennet in reference to this, as well as Uncle Ben's broad shoulders, muscular build and curly hair.

Queen's entire existence is inspired off of the protagonist from Bendy and the Dark Revival. As a nod to this, I gave her a partially monochrome color scheme with some accents. Queen's shadow face was inspired off of this specific fanart of Caesar from The Mandela catalogues.

(I can't find the source for the life of me sobs)

Mr. V was inspired off of Itward from Fran Bow, as well as Pastra's sona Clyde the veldigun. I gave him Itward's large hat and formal attire, and Clyde's long limbs and striped patterns. I also gave him deep halloween colors as a nod to both inspiration's aesthetics.

My biggest thing about features is there has to be a REASON why they have these features, but that's just personal preference (and there doesn't have to be a good reason, or even a reason at all every single time)

okay now for the main part of the ask (I've been stalling)

Sorry if this is disappointing, I don't have a process for picking colors that work together

It's a lot of trial and error, and some characters I've even stalled making profile pictures for because I don't know what to color them as.

to me, you can pick any color you want. It's actually very impressive to think about how many colors you could use.

I'll try to explain what I do know about the placement of colors, though. It doesn't matter what colors you use, but in my opinion, the placement of these colors is what really matters in designs.

Depending on how many colors I'm planning on giving the design, I like to split them up into parts. Primary coloration (1,) which takes up most of the design, secondary coloration (2,) which takes up less of the design but still a good amount, (Sometimes I have more, tertiary, quaternary, whatever, that take up about an equivalent ratio of the design as secondary,) and accent colors (3.)

Similar colors can also be grouped together in these sectors. For example, all the purple in this character would be primary, the greys secondary, and the oranges the accents.

For Chakra, his purples would be primary, all the bright colors of the wounds secondary, and his outstanding eyes accents.

Each sector should be different and differentiable from one another!

Divide your character up into sectors for coloration. Decide what colors go where. Sometimes it takes a bit of shuffling to find what works for you. Adding inbetween colors to branch the gaps between your selected colors can help tie things together, too.

To me, instead of WHAT colors you use, it all comes down to how you USE those colors.

Cordis is mainly dark colored, primary, with their secondary rainbow colors and their accented white features. Even with rather bright colors in their palette, they still come off as a dark gloomy character because of the placement/ratio of those colors.

Monarch has very clashing colors, though when separated and balanced out, they appear harmonious and work together.

Anyways that turned further into a rant about character design than anything else

I hope this helped :D

[ladyazulina]

WTW Ghost Gala - Day 9: Candy Corn

🍡 Candy Corn 🍡 - Tell us how you chose the title for your WIP.

Well, this is an easy one. I have a list of bigger WIPs and projects, so I will tell you how I chose every one of these names as a treat ;)

AngelDemon - as suspected: the protagonists are an angel and a demon ��

Blodyna - honestly, letting you all know the reason behind the name is a spoiler, but at the pace I'm working on this twelve years old project, you will never be able to remember it or read it 😬 So, blodyna means flower in some already forgotten (of my head, duh) language. And flowers are 🤐

Maya - as a prequel (and really, whatever I write about her universe) it's because the main character is Maya, Amayah Nomura. This reason will soon tire you out, though 😂 The first proper book is temporarily called Prowess, but I'm nowhere near there yet, so.

Mimi - as said before, the main character here is Mimi... but is 'Mimi' her real name? DUN DUN DUN

Reena - long time without seeing her, though. It's because of the main character's nickname or chosen name.

Shades - oh! A different one, I feel excited 😂 It's because half of the universe here (and the whole perspective of my main character) is under the shadows. I also have a cat named Shade, so it's kind of to have her somewhere (it's not even mine, but don't ask).

Spectrum - A project I'm really excited to work with, but, uh, right now Mimi and AngelDemon (inversely) have the stage. It's because in this universe are 'ghosts', better called as 'spectrums', so...

Those are my more important works right now, and the reason behind their names. Hope you enjoyed the fact!

[reenadelenyel]

I did my backdrop! That corner looks a lot better and Reena is happy! Good girl... now for posters.

It would be so much easier if I could actually build directly on that lot like I can my bakery. Even though she owns it I need to go back to the neighbourhood view to build on the lot.

On second thought, maybe I should have used the backdrop that came with Get To Work as it has a floor part too... hmm... I might give it a try.

[bedlamsbard]

I just wanted to say thank you for writing the Shifter AU and Accidental Roommates stories. I'm getting tons of migraines this week and listened to both podfics when in the worst spots over the last couple days and they really have made it more manageable.

I love the way you write Kanan and Hera - it's so sweet and so perfectly them even in the AUs. I love both universes too, really cool concepts and excellent execution!

Thank you for making and sharing great stories! Do you have other Kanan/Hera stories her on Tumblr that are not on Ao3 that I could check out?

Aww, thank you! I have a policy of not responding to AO3 comments, but I do see and read them all and I'm so glad to hear that you enjoyed them. @reena-jenkins, the podficcer, and I are friends IRL -- she recorded Accidental Roommates on my couch back in March 2020 the week before everything went pear-shaped.

I actually have a BUNCH of Kanan/Hera fic that's not posted on AO3 -- the tag for that is cut scenes and concept writing, which does also include all my recent MCU fic, so there's a little bit of scrolling required before you get to the Rebels stuff and it's not the most organized thing in the world. Concept writing is anything that is not titled and chaptered, which means it ranges from mostly complete stories like parts 1-10 of other side AU (I'll link to part 14, since it has all the links to preceding sections; this one I actually need to put up on AO3 but have been putting off doing) to a single shot of a concept like this one, and everything in between. But there is a lot of it. I've got more organized fic like On the Edge of the Devil's Backbone on AO3, though I'm out of the fandom at the moment so my two big WIPs are likely to remain that way for the foreseeable future.

ETA: ack, @reena-jenkins did Accidental Roommates and @godoflaundrybaskets did the Shifter AU, I got mixed up because I was thinking about Reena on my couch back in the day!  They were not both done by the same person but they are both great.

[finalgirlagatha]

12, 24, 43, 48 & 50? Oops my hand slipped-

I couldn’t help it tho your writing is immaculate✨

PLS can u imagine not stanning avani lmao could never be me 

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

i mean have you read my sgetober fics i want TEARS 

nah but i really do try to make my dialogue real and light hearted? when i’m writing tedros and chaddick interactions it’s gotta be funny those are my rules. either way i’m trying to squeeze emotion out. 

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

More then I can count! The Summer Seemed to Last Forever, wedding rewrite fic, an unreleased post tlea fic where Dovey is the psychiatrist with the third years, an au when dysfunctional family reunites when hester mom dies, and the Teen Titans au. Oh, and a road trip fic but that may be a while. 

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

God. Um. Bed sharing for life, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, enemies to lovers. I love all the bantering, the teasing, and the slow burn is just so good. Also love college aus an unhealthy amount. i also simp for canon divergence 

One of my favorite scenarios of all time is final battles,, they’re so good. all the allies you’ve met over the course of the series reunite for one amazing showdown between good and bad. betrayal, hurt, emotions, it all comes to a final head. they’re amazing. gives me so much happy. of course, i’m not big on the dramatic battlefield deaths, but it’s a piece i’m willing to pay. 

 i’m also very ashamed of it but uh, werewolves. not the smeyer type, no need to worry, just good bois and girls with dog like behaviors. kinda like the ones in what we do in the shadows 

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

I have no idea man. I went through all my fics and had highlighted this one a long time ago and I was like,,, wtf this is so good? it’s not my favorite, idk if I had a favorite, but I remember spending like twenty minutes on this alone. 

 “She smells so familiar, a smell that Hester can’t pinpoint but she’d know it anywhere, and the closeness and the sound of their pounding hearts collides and it’s so freaking amazing, and there’s no one outside but the two of them, and when Anadil pulls her closer, there’s no one in the world except for the two of them.” 

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

Of course you can you omg here’s two wedding fic previews because I couldn’t decide 

“If you’re not going to finish the dress three months early, then don’t take the job! How hard is that?” Sophie rages at the still mannequin and the white puffy skirt. The white bodice is incomplete, the pearled sleeves hanging off the arms. “Your seamstress should be fired.” 

“Sophie, I hate to break it to you but you’re insane. How did other fairy tales get their dresses done so fast?” Agatha asks, running her hands through her hair and pacing. She snaps her fingers. “Birds and mice!” 

They both look at each other. A hair pin falls out of Sophie's hair and makes a little clink noise on the ground. “Yeah, no. Not for us. Guess we’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way.” Sophie says, her finger glowing pink. Her hair flies out from behind her, eyes glowing maliciously, the mannequin seems to tremble before her... but Agatha grabs her wrist. 

“Wait, I have something better then birds and mice!” 

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“These gentlemen giving you trouble, beautiful?” Beatrix asks Reena smoothly, rolling up her dress sleeves. 

“Yeah, these guys giving you shit, uh, ugly?” Ravan echoes to Hort, who rolls his eyes despite the grin.

[flah-se-dah]

Cute bea wip to bless your feed :))

This was originally for the sge pride month prompt ‘spring’ but I kinda removed reena cause it didn’t fit imo :/

Maybe I’ll add some girlinred lyrics..?

Anyway, I have high hopes for this! Hopefully it doesn’t turn around on me ahaha

[jungiegukie]

Two weeks. // MYG.

PAIRINGS: Min Yoongi x Reader

WARNING: Cheating. Sex.

GENRE: Angst.

WORDS: 915

PROMPT: 20; “I love you.”, “I don’t care anymore.”

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It’s been two weeks... Two weeks since I crossed that door to never, ever go back through it again.

Two weeks since Min Yoongi decided what he really wanted for him. Two weeks since he broke my heart. 

For this past two weeks I’ve been rotting, killing my mind day and night thinking what was that I did wrong... Why did he do it and why didn’t he look back? Why didn’t he fight for this? Why didn’t he?

From that moment I realized... He’s been with her all along. Every little detail started making sence. When I walked through that door... that same door that once in my life took me to a lot of amazing memories of us, I saw it. I saw her. I saw my relationship drifting away.

“Oh my...” The bed stopped moving and the blankets uncovererd both of their bodies and revealed who used to be my boyfriend naked... Naked with a girl on top of him. A girl that wasn’t me, and that I knew a little too well.

“Y/N... Wh-What are you...?”

Shocked. I was shocked and all I wanted to do was cry. But I was not going to do it. I was not going to cry in front of her. I was not going to cry in front of him.

“I came to see if you were okay since you were not answering any of my calls... Good to know you’re having a good time, Yoongi.”

“Y/N, I...”

“Just... Shut up, okay?. We’re done.” I closed that door and I ran. I ran as fast as I could out from that apartment, making my way to the car. I sat in front of the wheel for what felt like hours when it was only for a couple minutes, and I cried. I cried because it hurted. I cried because I know, that deep inside of me, I knew it. I knew it and I let it happen. I knew it and I ignored it.

I wipped the tears from my face. Min Yoongi was not the reason I was going to cry ever again. He’s hurted me enough. Maybe... Just maybe... No, there’s absolutely nothing i can take out of this. This can never be good.

Min Yoongi was standing outside of the drivers window by now, hitting it desperately and calling my name. Puting on another show, he was a master of lies by now. 

“Y/N, open that damn door!” I ignored him... or at least I tried to. “Please Y/N, let me explain.”

I lowered the window and I looked at his face. That beautiful face of his that I once loved and now the only feeling I have when I see it is hate. I hate him because he hurted me. I hate him because he played me. And I hate myself... because I knew this was happening. “There’s nothing to explain Yoongi... I already saw it. That’s enough explanation.”

“Babe...” My heart ached. He always did that. He always hurted me and fucked me up, and then when he realized he did that he ‘babed’ me and suddenly everything was back to what it used to be. That was over now. That was not happening this time.

“Don’t...” I took a deep breath and looked at him directly to his eyes, those beautiful brown eyes. Was it desperation what they were showing? Was it remorse? Or was it just another lie? “Don’t you ever call me that again.”

He shifted the view towards the building to quickly look back at me. “This has never happened before. I swear. I-I...”

“I don’t believe you.” I lowered my head. I hate him, and I hate the power he has over me. I hate him because I love him. “Everything makes sence now, Min Yoongi. Every text you sent telling me you couldn’t make it home on time and to not wait for you. Every cancelled date or every date you left me waiting for you and you never apeared. Everything makes sense now. Hear appeareance makes everything have sense. I should have seen it before”

I started the car determined to drive away and never come back. Determined to never, ever look at him again. Determined to finally do what I’ve been supposed to do for a long time.

“Get away from the car Yoongi. I’m leaving.”

“Babe... Please.”

“You have Reena waiting for you in your apartment. Please leave.”

“Y/N, come on. Let me talk to you, I know we can make this work again. I love you...”

Once again, I wanted to cry... But I was not going to let him see me like this. I was not going to let him see me like this ever again. “No.” I turned my face to look at him for the last time. “No, you don’t.” I fixated my gaze over the street in front of the car. “And I don’t care anymore.”

Lies. Lies. Lies. I did care. I did care because I loved him. And I loved him so much it hurted me.

He stepped back and watched as I drove off. I gave him my heart and he knew exactly how to play it.

I drove off. I did it. And there was not going back.

Min Yoongi was not going to hurt me again.

He was not going to hurt me ever again... 

And just now, two weeks after I left I’m realizing that.... and realizing that hurted the most.

[shellyscribbles]

Wip (Re)Introduction

Hallendrest

Working title: Hallendrest

Genre: Fantasy

Perspective: Third person

Main Characters:

Kallias Adlay- The bitter king of Vonterre.

Reena Zevach/Adlay- Innocent princess offered up to be queen in order to save her people.

Travastol Erde- Head of the council of Kalt. Shadow master of Vonterre. Tormentor of the King.

Summary:

Kallias Adlay lives pampered in the palace of Kalt, crowned king of Vonterre, the most powerful kingdom on Hallendrest. Reena is horrified to find she has been offered up as queen of Vonterre and wife to King Adlay as part of her kingdom's induction into the brutal kingdom. She quickly learns after their marriage that the terrible king she fears is little more than a prisoner, controlled by the council of Kalt.

The new queen leans on her husband as she struggles to navigate her new life as a prisoner of the council and discovers the man she thought was a brutal monster to be a good man forced into his terrible duty.

When Reena's presence brings to light the truth of the council's deception, the king and queen are forced to flee the palace into the grey lands that are slowly consuming the dying world of Hallendrest. In the desolate land, with a broken god, they must find a way to show the people the truth of the council and save Hallendrest.

Excerpt:

              Kallias took his seat. His hair was unbrushed, though he seemed to have tried to briefly tame it with his fingers. He still wore the shirt from his wedding suit which was wrinkled from being slept in. Rather than immediately diving into his food as Reena was accustomed to seeing him do, he pushed the food around a bit before taking a small bite.

              “Are you well, Your Majesty?” Reena asked.

              Kallias frowned and raised his eyes to her. “Don’t call me that.”

              “Your Majesty?” Reena raised her brow, “What am I to call you?”

              “Lord Emperor ordained by Hallen and Master of all.” He raised his face which bore a small grin, the mirth of which was actually reflected in his eyes. “Kallias is fine.” He turned back to his plate from which he still hadn’t selected a second bite. “You are Your Majesty now, too. Don’t make sense for us to call each other that.”

              Reena smiled slightly and stayed silent a moment. He was in a good enough mood to joke and she did not wish to spoil it.

              They ate in silence for a few minutes, or rather, Reena ate in silence while Kallias played with his food taking occasional bites and waited to see if his stomach would accept the offering.

              Giving up, Kallias pushed back from the table. “Forgive me, wife. I am rather unwell this morning and have no need for breakfast.”

              “I’m sorry to hear that. Perhaps there is some burden I could take from you while you are unwell?” Reena offered.

              As usually his face darkened at once. She’d had her magic effect on him once more turning his passible mood into one much darker.

              “Eager to exercise your new power then.” He started to turn toward his door.

              “That isn’t what I meant.” She tried, “I just thought I could make things easier for you.”

              Kallias turned back. “You’ll begin your duties soon enough. For now, there is nothing to do.”

               “I understand I am queen so that my father would allow Adullam to join Vonterre, but there is no need for us to be unhappy.”

              Kallias studied her a moment. His expression didn’t exactly brighten, but became more neutral. “Interesting.” He turned away again.

              “What is?”

              “The way you pretend I was the only one who entered this marriage because I needed something.” He paused and looked back at her as he opened the door. “There is no need to pretend you married me for love, Reena.” With that he stepped into his room and left her the finish her meal alone.

[roamingswtor]

Remade Reena’s main outfit, an edit of the Secret Agent armor.

It’s been a year since I first started learning blender and made the old version (left) so I decided to take what I’ve learned for the new one (right)!

Better fit to the sim’s model, better textures, and a better claw that animates without any weird glitching/pulling.

I’m already working improve some of my other old wips too- namely Theron and Lana’s outfits which I hope to actually release eventually.

[alteredphoenix]

Untitled WoW/Jak and Daxter one-shot (WIP)(Belf!Jak/Nelf!Keira)

A/N: (Warning: very brief spoilers for the end of the Nya’lotha raid and 8.3 in the preview below, please be advised.)

I’ve never played Jak and Daxter. Growing up, at the height of the console wars, the only games I acquainted myself with were strictly from Nintendo and the PSX (my father was of the mindset that if you had to choose between the Gamecube, the PS2, and the Xbox, you were going stick with the one you got, no ifs, ands, or buts), so I never had the opportunity to try popular games such as Grand Theft Auto until I hit my early twenties.

But I love sci-fi mixed with my fantasy, and I love my elves that aren’t small and cute and are confined to shelves during the Christmas holiday season (and I refuse to believe the J&D cast are humans - not with ears like that) but are tall, lean, and ass-whooping killing machines. I also love WoW (if that isn’t plainly obvious), and J&D had been on my mind at work the past couple days, wondering if we will ever another game that clearly addresses what became of Gol and Maia Acheron 300 years later or a series reboot from Naughty Dog if they ever decide to get off their high horse regarding their stance on the inability to tell mature stories in an over-the-top cartoonish world.

So this is the first thing that came to mind, and I set about plunking away at this before my shift yesterday. There are other ideas I have in mind, but none as thorough as this: a one-shot in which the cast of J&D are reincarnated in Azeroth long after the events of The Lost Frontier. Here Jak is a blood elf and Keira a night elf with loose ties to the Horde and the Alliance, both of whom remember their past lives and meet again upon a chance encounter in Gadgetzan.

Obviously I don’t ship much if at all, but Jak/Keira is canon in-universe (although, from what I’ve seen of the occasional Jak II playthroughs I’ve watched on YouTube, I found Jak to have better chemistry with Ashelin over Keira) and, for this fic at least, I wasn’t about to reconsider given the context.

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It feels like a thousand-thousand lifetimes before they realize where they are. What they are, after so much time spent together.

He’s the first to remember. For the man that had previously been Jak of House Mar, it happens long after the Scourge swept through Quel’Thalas, long after Lor’themar is made Regent-Lord and interregnum that is the Council of the Sun is hastily formed, right when the battles that’ll come to comprise the Blood War (“The Fourth War,” High Examiner Tae’thelan Bloodwatcher will remind him and everyone in a twenty yard radius with an indignant sniff) ends with N’Zoth’s demise in the realm of Nya’lotha.

He doesn’t call himself by the name his parents gave him at birth anymore. Even with the return of his memories, he still can’t recall if he ever learned he was truly the Mar of legend or a descendant meant to honor his namesake (for all the fat lot of good it did for him; the thought of Veger and Haven City burns bitter at the back of his throat). Perhaps it’s sheer coincidence, or a stroke of cosmic irony, to be called Marellius and his last name be Clearwater, bringing up memories of the tides that always broke over Sandover Village’s coasts, the ruins of the Precursor facility looming ominously on the horizon.

Marellius—Jak—takes a moment to appraise his coworkers as the morning crew punches out for the day and the second to third shifts are filing into the building, lunches and toolboxes in hand. There’s been a lot more talk than usual: word on the street has been making the rounds that Gallywix has been up to no good at Crapopolis and went on the run, presumably traipsing the world for wherever Sylvanas is currently holing up at. Gazlowe is gone, too, but for another reason: the leadership gathered at Orgrimmar have decided to make him Trade Prince, and they should like to have him present in Stormwind for when they will convene with King Anduin Wrynn and the Alliance to sign the peace treaty signaling the end of the war and the reparations the Horde must pay for the next several years. Steamwheedle and Marin Noggenfogger have the run of operations while he’s away, keeping security tight and inspecting everyone for signs of SI:7 saboteurs seeking to undermine them. Tae’thelan balks at them but doesn’t comment on it, focusing on overseeing that all their supplies are loaded onto the ship and the paperwork transactions have been double-checked for discrepancies and authenticity before handing them over to the quartermaster.

He blinks. They are not Reliquary archaeologists and researchers, but Underground scouts and operatives preparing to slink back into the shadows of Haven’s streets and raise some hell while he and Daxter (sometimes with Sig tagging behind them) take advantage of the chaos and hit up the next point of interest that has Krew’s eyes tinkling or Torn’s barely restrained bloodlust needs to be slaked. Those aren’t crates full of telescopes, shovels, picks, and other utility; they are filled with rifles, pistols, energy cells, vibro blades, scrap metal jacked from Metal Heads and Krimzon Guard junkyards on the edge of South Town. Those are not Tae’thalan Bloodwatcher and Cyrme Brightblade standing out on the docks but Torn and Ashelin, discussing not how to get lost in Gadgetzan’s streets but hitting the bongs, reminiscing about the old days before the world went to shit, and what they would do once Praxis was overthrown and they could rebuild Haven City into an image that would do its name justice.

Why me? Why am I here?

Could it be...I’m the only one that was reborn?

“Hey,” a voice calls. Then, more loudly, “Hey.”

Jak jolts with a start. “What?”

Fingers snap, causing him to look down. Reena Cogscrap stands before him, peering up at him intensely. “I said, are you ready to go? Last call just sounded. Better get on board, ‘less you wanna get left behind and your ass chewed by Belloc.”

“Oh. Alright. Thanks for letting me know.” He bends down to grab the toolbox he had set at his feet and adjusts a strap of his backpack, filled with his coin purse and books to take notes and sketches, that’s slipped over one shoulder.

When he gets back up, Reena is still there. “Come on,” he says, gesturing at the boat.

“That’s not like you, Mar.”

“What isn’t?”

“Staring off into space like that. You don’t do that sorta thing. You’re always moving around.” She shrugs, hands raised with palms up. “Get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah.”

“You worried we won’t make our quota?”

‘Quota’ being ‘how many newly unearthed artifacts can they pawn off to the highest bidder at the auction block before Remy Starminder and his merry band of sticks in the mud kick up another fuss about the philosophical differences of historical value and financial value’. The Big Three Families—the Grimy Goons, the Jade Lotus, and the Kabal—are going to be there, and Jak will be damned if they won’t try to rig the bids against the Cartel to funnel their own operations against each other. That means little to the High Examiner so long as they procure the artifacts that can be salvaged and shipped off to Silvermoon for restoration and – if Rommath can keep Lor’themar and the others distracted long enough – off-plane experiments, in the worst case scenario that the Alliance will break the armistice and plunge Azeroth into a crusade of kaldorei vengeance and human retribution. It also means little to Jak himself; the closest he’s gotten to participating in the war is doing smuggling runs for the Bilgewater Cartel in Ratchet under cover of night, and rarely did he ever have to club an Alliance marine cold before word got out. The paychecks were decent, a helluva lot better than what Krew could bother to give away from the comfort of his greasy paws, and that put food on the table at the meager little cottage on the coast of the Great Sea west of Fairbreeze Village. He needn’t involve himself anymore than that.

Jak shakes his head. “No. It’s not that.”

“Then what?”

He starts walking, molding himself among the crowd of Steamwheedle excavators and Reliquary knights heading for the ramp. “I was just thinking about the past.”

[reenadelenyel]

Working on my gift, it is not ready yet, the small grey line I could see in Photoshop is actually big in game. And before I can work on my comic book shop I seriously need to reinstall a lot of CC :3

Back to the game for now, and I should be able to finish my gift tomorrow!

I think I will keep Sheri as the nerd clerck <3

[relijackson]

What's your favourite line from your most recent/favourite WIP? :D

My recent and favorite wip of mine is called Real Steal. It is about a kleptomaniac girl who sees the past of a person through the object she stole, or something like that.

My favourite line from it (more like a paragraph) is:

“She fell on the ground with a thud. I screamed, tears burst out of my eyes. The woman’s eyes are still open, blood seeping out of her white blouse.

I turned around only to find the killer running away.”

(I’m on my phone and I cant make the words in italics. Huhu)

I love this part because it is the start of everything new about Reena, the protagonist.

And this one too!

"Rocks, rotten tomatoes, and a torch came flying to me, setting my dress on fire. I stared at it while I was slowly burning. It was from him, the man I love. His persona, his appearance that I love so much glints with the fire. He smirked like he finally won. Finally got rid of me."

I love this particular line because there's something in this scene. Kinda trippy because she can't distinguish who she was anymore from the girl which she sees the past from.

Thanks for asking!

[nerf-burger]

In other news, I have too many WIP ideas and not enough actual WIPs.

Picking Up the Pieces (Arcann/Reena fic): in progress

The Emperor’s Enemies (LS Empire OCs banding together to take down the Emperor): first chapter written, in need of editing

Untitled Lord Scourge fic (where he’s the Outlander): just an idea

Untitled Theron Shan/IA fic: an idea

Untitled Vaylin redemption fic: idea

Untitled companion return collection: ide--

(lol see where I’m going with this)