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I (maybe) know what the people want. Somewhat-magical brainrot boys be upon ye
#danny phantom#jack frost#starboy#rotg#wish 2023#today is not a very good art day :((#Starboy jingles instead of speaks because I SAID SO#also hc Starboy can shrink (trying not to make him a literal star whatsoever)#might add more magical boys if I can find/remember any#alou art
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based on that one tumblr post i can’t find the link for it but it’s so fucking funny to me
#doodle#sketchbook#oc art#f slur#cw f slur#algas#anjo#gotta start tagging angel’s full name cause i don’t want him to end up in regular tags#also. alou brasileiros
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#art#digital art#original#ocs#fantasy art#science fantasy#annelidart#speedpaint#drawing timelapse#merri#alou
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Alou Lopez
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Outfits/makeup/accessories/hairstyles that my HL MCs would wear to the Yule Ball (feel free to draw any/all of these, preferably in a realistic or semi-realistic art slyle, best done digitally, if you'd like!) None of the images are made by me, they are all from free image sites, including Pexels, Pixabay, Freepik and I think Unsplash too!
Cyrene Dumbledore, aka Cyan, Rene, or Cyber-rene (Cyber-rene only in modern AU drawings/roleplays) who would definitely go with Eric Northcott or perhaps Gareth Weasley, her hair would be all long, glossy, and wavy, swept to the side and colored in an ombre of light blue, dark blue, bright red, dark red, rose-y blonde, and golden blonde, although in-game it's just dark blue and tied back in a box braid bun, and in-game her eyebrows are purple but she'd change them to be dark red or black for the Yule Ball, and her eyes are light blue both in-game and in the Yule Ball (also, she's a Gryffindor):
Yuèliàng Nagereboshi, aka Yu, Liàng, Yuey, Yu And Me (only Sebastian Sallow has the R i G h T s to call her Yu And Me, though, because he's her adorable boyfriend and so he gets special treatment), Yuyu, or Yoshi Boshi because she'd like Mariokart if she lived in modern times, her hair is pink in-game but you can make it a galaxy ombre, with a few highlights in various shades of green, if you ever draw her at the Yule Ball, and you can also choose the hairstyle but I'd highly prefer one of those curly, towering Victorian updos, and her eyes are purple in-game but you can make those galaxy too for Yule Ball drawings, she'd go to the Yule Ball with Sebastian Sallow (and she's in Slytherin):
Zhihui Gushiken, aka Zhi or Hui (or Bright Hues, but only her close friends can call her that), who would go either with Everett Clopton or Amit Thakkar (she's a Ravenclaw):
Alouette Scamander, aka Alou (her hair is blonde but more of a honey blonde than anything in-game, but any shade of blonde, preferably not dirty blonde, is alright for if you ever decide to draw her at the Yule ball, please draw it the same way as the first image below and please include the accessory thing in said image- and her eyes are a bright yellow-ish green sort of color in-game, please keep them that way for any and all Yule Ball art and art in general of her) who would go with Arthur Plummly (also, she's a Hufflepuff):
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy oc#yule ball#christmas#ball gowns#jewelry#makeup#accessories#clothes#shoes#beautiful hair#sets#hats#hairstyle#fantasy#game photography#photography#photoshoot#fantasy photography#fantasy photoshoot
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And still you think that you deserve our Love?
It’s not his voice that rings hauntingly familiar to the unwilling listeners at the table. It’s not even the words.
But… the tone?
…
Many of you know the tone.
[♫♫♫]
It’s the tone of demand. The tone of ‘you aren’t enough’. The tone of ‘I know what’s best for you’. The tone of ‘you are so, so small in my hands’.
Love, hate, respect, disgust–
It demands every ounce of you. It is hungry to consume you, but doesn’t even deign to taste what it devours. Only when there’s nothing left does it savor the hard-to-swallow gristle between its teeth.
Legacy. Achievement. Value. Purpose–
It demands the world from you. It is cold, and calm, and infuriatingly reasonable as it snaps its fingers– just the once– and waits for you to dance to its tune. It holds acknowledgement, and kindness, and acceptance above your head, as if these are generous rewards you are unworthy of–
But no worries, love. Darling child.
It knows where to cut, and what bones to break, to contort you into something deserving.
“That’s enough. Just look at you.”
There’s no satiating it.
“Look at how wonderful and terrible you are. Look at how fierce you’ve become. Look at how much you’re willing to hate because you love.”
It doesn’t love you. It doesn’t know how to.
“Look at how much you’ve all grown. I couldn’t imagine you’d ever have come this far… but then again, I chose you for a reason.”
But the worst part is that it thinks that it could.
“I’m so proud.”
The candle lights flicker and sputter out, plunging the catacombs into a momentary darkness. From above comes a sickly, purple glow– the color refracted by the many facets of stained glass which stare down at you like the thousands of eyes of hell.
Light also glints at you from across the table, reflected from the glass eyes of a plague doctor’s mask. Alou steps apart from the table, rolling stiff shoulders back in a gesture that’s become common as of late. His bedraggled wings shiver and rattle, the sound more hollow than the few feathers and bird bones there should be able to afford.
When he shakes them out, the black feathers snap free and drift to the ground, leaving bare skeletal arms which stretch out as if for embrace. And the strings…
… It takes a moment to register the thin strands stretching from finger to finger, finer than hair. A puppet master, poised.
[art by evan!]
The room itself is a hazard of strings. Above your heads, extending into the dark, tickling across your arms– you can’t unsee them now. When they drift too close, you can hear things from them: whispers of the outside world. Familiar voices. People and places and events that compose the picture of your lives in the past– and perhaps in the future as well.
Your eyes trace them to their source, weblike strands converging at the altar of the sepulcher. Silhouetted in front of stained glass sits a gargantuan, circular loom, hundreds of arms working up and down like an infernal typewriter, infinite in its works. It crosses all the threads into a tapestry of vainglorious misery.
Alou Agneau - the weaver of your misfortunes.
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"CANADIAN EDUCATION SOUGHT BY CHINESE SISTERS," Toronto Star. September 29, 1942. Page 3. ---- MODERN MISSES FROM BRITISH GUIANA ADD EXOTIC TOUCH TO U. OF T. CAMPUS ---- Three pretty Chinese girls from British Guiana, the Wong sisters, have come to Toronto to study a variety of subjects at the University of Toronto. Patricia, LEFT, is 22 and is taking up household economics and dancing. Nancy, CENTRE, 17, has enrolled, for a university arts course, and Pamela, RIGHT, is attending the Ontario College of Art. The girls belong to a family which settled in the New World five generations ago.
CANADA SO DIFFERENT SAY CHINESE SISTERS ---- Three From British Guiana Are Here to Study at U. of T. ---- Student guests in Toronto are three little Chinese sisters named Wong. They are residents of British Guiana, and the trio doesn't speak a word of Chinese.
It was five generations ago that the Wongs came out of China and went to British Guiana, They speak with a decided English accent. Two of them. Patricia. 22, and Pamela, 20, have been at school in England for some years. Pamela had hopes of Cambridge. then war came.
"This war does strange things to ail of us," said Patricia, who is here to study home economics, but who loves dancing and music and studies them both in her spare time.
"We arrived in Montreal nearly two months ago and there I was sent to a children's camp." laughed blue black haired Pamela, who looks 15 years at the most.
"I'm going to be a journalist," chimed in the baby, Nancy, 17.
Patricia, a composer and singer of her own music, spent some years at the Royal Academy, of Music. "I have travelled aloue since I was 14, so it is nothing new to me. But Canada is so vastly different," she said.
Pamela is a student at the Ontario College of Art. Nancy is also a university student.
DISCIPLE OF THE DANCE Patricia Wong has always wanted to be an artiste. She attended the Royal Academy of Music in England, but the war decided her parents to keep her on this side of the Atlantic. Now, as shown at RIGHT, she studies dancing under the direction of Boris Volkoff.
#toronto#guyana#british guiana#university students#university of toronto#royal academy of music#Ontario College of Art#british empire#canada during world war 2#international students#chinese guyanese
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FROM DE ESTART pt.1
eu acho que perdi a data de quando esse projeto começou: ora penso que foi em 2021 comigo escrevendo após ter lançado escatocanções, ora pesnso que foi em 2019 comigo escrevendo durante, MAS GENUINAMENTE, acho que foi BEEEM ANTES de 2017 quando me mudei pra presidente prudente.
(mas vou falar de 2017 mesmo assim) Tipo, acho que lá foi o start pra semente da música germinar em mim. Tinha recentemente ganhado o violão da minha vó e antes de ir pra presidente prudente tinha começado a fazer umas aulas de violão erudito... mas lá comecei a tirar umas músiquinhas no cifraclub, aumentar meu repertório, que ainda era muito influenciado pelo poprock britânico (alou bianca pecegueiro), mpb (alou papai y mamain que amava nova brasil fm) e o suco de todas as rádios brasileiras (eldorado, alpha fm, mix tv). Lá colei com a cena do pessoal da UNESP das sociais, das artes, da galera hahaha, e fui em saraus, conheci gente do rosqui e fui que fui conhecendo gente... Acho que de alguma forma conhecer aquela montanha de gente diferente de mim me fez perceber que eu precisava me expressar de uma forma autêntica, não queria ficar apagado (como estava) ou na sombra de alguém (eita que escrever é terapia né?)
mas nessa toda, fui começando a arranhar minhas "primeiras composições" ou solfejos (tô me debatendo pra apagar esse print ai kkkk)
de alguma forma sempre cresci ouvindo muita coisa, música em casa era oq não faltava, seja ouvindo com a minha irmã (pop, rap e funk), nas festas de família, do forró ao funk ao gospel ao forró de novo hahahah.
quando não surtava e fazia músicas ainda, lembro-me das primeiras composições minhas e da minha irmã ("amor de ping-pong", "nas grades da prisão", "mamãe te amo sim" e outras que a memória insistiu apagar (graças a Deus)) mas acho que lá em Prudente eu vi uma coisa na minha frente chamada POSSIBILIDADE, tinha acabado de conhecer uma bandinha chamada Tuyo e foi nela que me grudei como referência de POSSIBILIDADE até esse tempo presente.
Mal sabia eu qual caminho estava na minha frente hehe
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Corinne is a witch. They also really like writing and they have some bushcraft skills! They also used to take some Pencak Silat as a kid, but not anymore.
Everlee is a performer! A singer, dancer, actor, and she also works in historical reenactment, although the last one is usually in a mounted role so I don’t know if that counts?
Zoe is a ranger, they have pretty intense skills in bushcraft and such.
Elaina really likes to make art! She’s also really good at caretaking.
Feya… without revealing too much of faer backstory and lore, I can’t say much. But she likes plants, nature, and hiking, and fae does have some magic. I can’t say too much more right now though.
Alou likes making jewelry and trinkets, and has made this their business!
This could be way more expansive but I don’t have the energy rn
SSO Ask Game
Does your OC(s) have any talents or skills that aren't related to horses?
I'll go first
Drew used to do ballet as a child, and even though he doesn't perform anymore after transitioning he still occasionally does dance in the privacy of his home
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Hello I am also in the DC fandom (you can probably tell from my page’s header). Take a quick doodle for a batfam au :3
I don’t remember if I dreamt the fic or if it actually exists, but the gist is: when a person is put in grave danger for the first time, they get the traits of whatever animal is closest to them. It only happens once, and sometimes people try to manipulate what animal another person gets the traits of, though it won’t always work.
Damian is a scorpion. What kind? I dunno! I just wanted to give him a stabby tail.
The art is when he was still getting used to Wayne Manor. Perhaps not violence-prone every second anymore, but still ready to lunge and stab. Due to him still being integrated into the family, there aren’t a whole bunch of clothes for him to wear yet; so I put the guy in an oversized red shirt that I’m pretending is a hand-me-down from Tim (I just want them to be brothers ok ☹️)
#damian wayne#batfam#tim drake mention#scorpion damian#he has so much angst potential#love the robins but I do not give them breaks (then I get sad about it)#dc universe#dc au#alou art
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Alou Lopez
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Null this looks so cool! I love your art style and how you put more effort into Alous than the writers did
Maybe I am kinda touchstarved
#autocorrect tried to change your bane to thanks#like what#alois trancy#ciel phantomhive#black butler#rose reblogs#check out their blog
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Egg Flowers Pattern Tote Bag by ART BY ALOU
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Once again some more character updates! New is on the LEFT and old is on the RIGHT.
Top is Alous Aceph, middle is Sam Stressball, and bottom is Hysfix.
(I’m gonna try to get a few of these done tomorrow and then I will be back at it with requests. Thanks for your patience!)
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