This is Kestrel. (Probably. I may change my mind on the name later.) Isn't she cute? But Kestrel doesn't want to be cute. Kestrel wants to be gorgeous and fancy. Kestrel, in fact, wants to look like this:
Unfortunately, Kestrel has no money, and for the purposes of the challenge I'm participating in with her she is also not allowed to have any money. Everything she needs to turn her into her best self has to come from trade, random loot drops (chests, coliseum, Pinkerton), or giveaways. And that's why I'm making this post! If you have any of the items on her wishlist (link in reblog, which also includes a link to the original challenge thread if you want more information) and you're interested in trading, or if you know of anyone who's doing a giveaway or free raffle for them, PM me on the site (Tabbyclaw, #112126) to see what we can arrange.
What I can offer:
Items! Food, familiars, apparel, and other sundries, including some retired items. I've been on this site a long time; ask and there's a decent chance it's buried in my hoard somewhere. (Note: I have no UMAs, although I do have a decent assortment of old festival skins.)
Coli services! I have a full team that can grind in any venue, and also trainers who can level up your fodder or your permanent residents. (Stats and stones not included.)
Nest and cauldron rentals! (Shadow lair and fully leveled cauldron; you will have to provide any treasure the recipe asks for.)
Art! (It will not be good art, but it will be sincere and to the best of my ability.)
Other things? If you have an idea, maybe we can talk it out.
It was my first time trying out this brush, I felt like I was possessed and drew the entire day. Played around with tones and line weights so it’s pretty different from my usual style
i can't deal with how people react to body hair and fat and scars and asymmetry on women. it is like a toddler tantrum every time someone whines about it like. you are talking about human beings do you know what that they are and what that means
Me when I think too hard about what the internet/lily orchard did to steven universe
[ID. cause I know tumblr's video player is shit. Jontron sitting on a couch in his basement points at the camera and says "you fuckers! YOU FUCKERS! I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE UPON YOU!" as the video and audio distorts to emphasize his frustration]
I really liked planning out the colors for this piece! I think it came out well :D
I also loved putting in little world building knickknacks, like the Tadfish ink and the Titan bones study book! And I of course had to move down the little stone statue of Belos Hunter has in his room to the bottom shelf, because why is no one talking about it!! He has a little statue of his uncle, did he make it? Who knows! It's kinda cute tho so I had to draw it <3
I am SO excited about this one so thank you for giving me the chance to talk about it!!!
roll charisma with disadvantage is a high fantasy/Dungeons and Dragons AU, where Sam and Steve and Nat are trying to cure a curse that's been placed on Bucky while evading the disciples of Hydra. Hopefully the first chapter should go up next week, and it'll somewhat sporadically update but I'm aiming to be done by the end of summer. It's a lot more actual combat than I've ever attempted to write, which is daunting, but I'm having fun so far!
Big excerpt under the cut because I'm too stoked to not share.
Sam only sees it because Redwing does, flying up over the treetops and scouting for danger ahead. It only comes in snippets first, clearer as Redwing gets closer: clashing steel and the light and smoke of magic being cast, then commands shouted in the voice of a superior, the language indistinct over the sounds of battle.
“How many are there? Is it bandits?” Sam asks, and only belatedly remembers that he doesn’t need to actually speak the words for Redwing to hear them.
Sire, comes Redwing’s voice in his mind, graver than it was a moment ago, these are no common criminals.
The smoke from the spells is still too thick for Redwing to see who’s involved, apparently, but there are wagons nearby where the attackers must have awaited their targets. He doesn’t need to say anything to Sam as he swoops down past a wagon, the image stamped onto the wheels coming through perfectly clear: a many-headed beast, entwined around a stylized skull. Inside the biggest wagon is a cage much too large for any kind of animal, but perfectly sized for a person.
Sam takes off at a run.
Redwing doubles back to watch for any potential attackers, but the way is clear: apparently Hydra’s disciples were after a very specific quarry when they staked out these woods.
Five attackers, Redwing tells him, as Sam comes within earshot of the fighting and slows down. The Captain and the rude one are fighting from the ground. I cannot see the Spider, but she must be close.
Even as he devises a plan of attack, Sam’s mouth quirks up into a smile. Bucky had made the choice to refer to Redwing as a pigeon the last time they met, and he may have avoided a claw to the face at the time, but apparently Redwing’s ire hasn’t cooled at all.
With everyone caught up in the fighting, Sam manages to get close enough that he has a line of sight through the trees, picking out Bucky and Steve’s forms amidst the smoke and dust. Steve seems alright, but Bucky is bleeding and holding himself stiff as he moves, like he caught an unexpected attack on his flank.
Sam murmurs healing spell before he does anything else, directing his magic towards Bucky and hoping that the chaos of the fight masks the peculiar golden light of his spellcasting. Then he draws his crossbow and fires a bolt at the man in priest’s garb who’s locked in combat with Steve.
As both Bucky and Steve glance around for the source of the arrow, the priest yells an order to the others, and Sam draws his sword as two druids advance on him. He’s sizing them up when there’s a soft thump beside him, and suddenly there’s Natasha, brushing a leaf off her shoulder and grinning in a way that’s just a little bit feral.
“Nice of you to join us,” she says, like they’re on a walk and not mid-skirmish. Before the first of the druids can so much as lift his spear, she’s knocked it away with her quarterstaff and knocked him flat on his back with a single kick to his chest.
“I thought I’d squeeze in some light exercise after breakfast,” says Sam grinning at her and easily parrying the first two blows from the knight who whirls on him with a greatsword.