#day 6 - fantasy

[dommnics]

FAIRY TALE ART SERIES | Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Little Mermaid' | PART II

Here's the human form of Iniya, my take on Hans Christian Andersen's little mermaid character.

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[ipromptography]

#xvtober

day 7 | mercenary

[justiceisoverr]

for the wolgraha week prompt "i love you"

[soldier-lodbrok]

"But Sephiroth, you don't have anything to prove."

[achillean-knight]

So uhhhhhh It's no secret that I really REALLY love the Final Fantasy franchise (it's my favourite video game series of all time), so you KNOW I got the FF6 Reference in Undertale sooooo---- uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh------- Final Fantasy 6 opera scene Mettaton sprites anyone? UHYGDSHDS I GOT REALLY BORED OK?

For anyone who doesn't know the opera scene, here's both Final Fantasy 6 and Mettaton's HJGHDGFSDH I am not normal about this LMAO

it's so good, I love them both so dearly aaaa

[tayasigerson]

Mimic

[krizariel]

Jaytimweek Day 5: Mystery

Red Hood is investigating a case of people disappearing and body remnants appearing weeks later by the Gotham bay. Everyone in the area keep pointing at a beast that recently started showing up! it's gold and has horns and is scary. That beast must be the culprit >: (

Well, he is not a beast and is not the culprit and he is very very mad about being accused of half eating his food! He is a dragon and he doesn't eat shit thank you very much! He has a healthy diet that doesn't involve garbage >:[ ! So he will assist this red hooded human this time to solve this mystery and will get the hell out. Or will he...

[eskawrites]

This is the first year the cfdau hasn’t absolutely wrecked my Spotify wrapped, but don’t worry guys, @sweepy-stringbean’s flayed!tenar playlist is allll over it

[transmechanicus]

That prev post reminded me how much it weirds me tf out when someone only interacts with specific subsets of a minority group and learns their associated niche behavior patterns, and then tries to apply those patterns to every member of that minority that they meet afterwards only to be shocked when it doesn’t work.

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 1:28:21

Video Length: 3min. & 3sec.

Kristen and Tracker's Phone Call (‣1/3 | 2/3 | 3/3)

Kristen's face is still covered with honey.

Kristen's crystal starts ringing. It's an unknown number. 😭✋

Kristen: "Hello? You've reached presidential candidate Kristen Applebees." 😭✋

Tracker: "Hey, Kristen."

Kristen: "Hey, Track. Tracky?"

Tracker: "Hey, I'm really sorry to call. Ragh texted, and I just wanted to check in, and I sort of promised somebody that I would sort of have an answer today, so..."

Kristen excuses herself to talk on the phone

Kristen: "Okay, what's up? What kinda answer are you looking for?"

Tracker: "So, there's someone here in Fallinel who I am spending time with who has requested that I be public about how we feel about each other, and I've said no for a long time because..."

Brennan: "And here, you hear a pause that you can read into with an insight check, if you want."

Kristen gets a 27 insight!

Brennan: "On a 27, she is pausing to give the reason why she has not declared this relationship publicly. The real reason, she thinks, would hurt your feelings, so she's not saying it."

Tracker: "And I told her that we should delay because...[pause]...you know, I just wanted to be respectful in terms of the time window, and in terms of everything else."

Brennan: "And this is what you know is maybe not a lie, but not the deep truth."

Tracker: "So the answer doesn't have to be yes, I just promised that I'd give her an answer today. The answer can be no, if you're not comfortable. But if the answer is no, there probably is an amount of time where it will be one necessary for me to, like... If there's a window that you feel is respectful for me to not say publicly that I'm with somebody-"

Kristen: "Oh, you're asking for my permission?"

Tracker: "I don't wanna hurt you."

Kristen: "Oh. Well, honestly, you're catching me at a really hard time. Cassandra shattered into a million pieces after choking on a shrimp, so..."

BRENNAN! DON'T SMILE AT THAT! PLEASE! 😭✋

Emily: "I don't think the shrimp was that big a deal." 😭✋

Kristen: "Mostly she just choked on a shrimp. Actually, we were really up. We were about to win everything. And so I don't know if I'm in a, to be completely honest, a mental headspace to answer your question. But that doesn't mean that you even need my permission. We're broken up."

[dommnics]

FAIRY TALE ART SERIES | Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Little Mermaid' | PART I

I previously uploaded this design for my interpretation of Hans Christian Andersen's Little Mermaid, but added a new look for her, based on the original story, complete with a wreath of lilies and oysters from her grandmother, and her veil as well.

I plan to draw designs for the other characters in the story as well!

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[human-encounters-diary]

Day 6

Regrettably, there is little to report today. The Terran did not appear in the main control room, and I was informed by the system integrated into the machinery, that the Vitrichl required her presence and would likely for the rest of the cycle.

I went on to execute my daily duties as always, and had little time to focus on the operation of finding out more about humans.

I resorted to inquiring the programmed system V-7, that functions as an assistant, both in the main control room as well as the rest of the ship.

I researched about any possible sources, works and written down information about humans that existed. As I had expected, besides mythological narrations and outdated cautionary tales, there was not much to be found. 

One report did strike my attention though: a description of a book, a handwritten one, last known location: system Skė-51-33. Not exactly the most fortunate information, given that the current course of the SIIR Noxos did not come even remotely close to this particular system, mainly due to its unfriendly nature.

But I am certain that if I arrange an audience with the Vitrichl and inform him about this book, we might be able to quickly pass through this system and acquire this book as soon as possible, given that V-7‘s  source is actually credible.

[elation-station]

slightly reworked very old Terra which I still deem acceptable. our green hair queen.

[justiceisoverr]

reunion

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Days 6, 8, 18, 27, 28, alt prompt

“They don’t care about you.” | Abandoned | Chair | Headache | “Or what?” | Defiance | Gag | “You poor thing.”

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Contains: bound, gagged, blindfold, threats, betrayal

WC: 1080

A curse that needs breaking

The food taster was submerged in darkness.

He knew, in reality, he was bound, gagged, and blindfolded . . . but with the dregs of the sedative poison still coursing through him, he felt like he’d fallen into a pool of nothingness.

Perhaps a pool of nothingness would have been preferable.

He recoiled when the black cloth was ripped away, groaning as a sudden onslaught of light burned his eyes. The headache which had already been pounding away at his skull before he was arrested—and then drugged and abducted—magnified tenfold.

“Poor thing,” said a woman’s voice. It was calm, serpentine, and imbued with a sense of of unspeakable cruelty. “He looks terribly confused.”

Confused was one way to describe it. The food taster stared at the two figures in front of him, who he’d only seen from afar during the royal ball: the queen and the crown prince.

“What’s going on?” he demanded. A thick knot of fabric pressed against his tongue, muffling his words. “Let me go!”

The prince’s eyes glittered. “Let you go? Or what?” He snorted. “What will you do to me, cursebreaker?”

The food taster jerked furiously against the rope binding him to a stiff wooden chair, more questions trying to spill out, each one garbled and fruitless.

“I’ll take that out,” said the prince calmly, watching him struggle with amusement, “if you promise to behave. I know it might be difficult for a peasant to act civilized, but I’ll ask that you at least try.”

The food taster’s muscles stilled.

How did the prince know where he had come from? Where could he possibly have learned?

The ghost of gold links brushed his skin; the phantom of blood-red lips grazed his.

Oh.

“You look distressed, boy,” said the queen. “Trust me, things are only going to get worse if you don’t cooperate.”

Cooperate with what, exactly?

“I can take it from here, Mother,” the prince said, his voice stiff. “No need to . . . subject yourself to what comes next.”

“Do you think I’m squeamish, my son?” Her eyes, silvery-grey, snapped. “Weak?”

The prince bowed. “Not at all . . . Your Majesty.”

Appeased, the queen slipped away. The prince sauntered forward to tug the gag from the food taster’s mouth. “You’re fully awake, yes?”

The food taster eyed him warily. “Unfortunately.” He tried unsuccessfully to dislodge the rope. “Are you going to tell me why I’m here?”

The prince’s eyes narrowed. “How easy it is to tell you’re nothing more than a farmer. No one’s ever taught you how to speak to royalty.”

Bristling, the food taster suppressed a reminder that the man in front of him had once been as common as he was. “What was the point of arresting me if it wasn’t even real?”

“Oh, it was real enough.” The prince shrugged. “You stole my charm, after all. And . . .” His smile grew more feral. “And broke right through the magic on the south gate. Didn’t you?”

Cursebreaker  . . .

“That wasn’t me,” he tried, and the prince burst into a dark laugh.

“Don’t try any of that. I know what you can do.” He dangled something from his fingers—a gold chain. The food taster flinched as he realized what it was . . . and who it had come from.

“She . . . she works for you?” he asked dully.

Another sinister chuckle. “We’ll call it that.”

Again, he felt the fairylike brush of her kiss. “She . . .”

Hadn’t danced with him and listened to him ramble on because she wanted to, hadn’t cared about a damn thing he said. And that strange, sudden kiss? It had meant nothing.

She’d spooled him in, waiting for the information the prince wanted—knowing all the while her betrayal was nigh.

“Ah,” said the prince, eyeing him. “She told me, you know. The dance, the kiss. I’m almost sorry for sending the little slut after you. But  . . .” He smirked. “It seems to have worked.”

The food taster looked away, his face burning.

“Now. Let’s talk about what you’re going to do for me.”

“For you?” the food taster repeated. “I don’t think so.” The burn of torn skin chafing against rough rope seared through his wrists as he twisted them again.

The prince sighed. “Are you sure? If you do as I say, you might live another day. That power of yours is remarkably useful.”

“So I’ve heard,” he ground out. “Why would I help someone who does . . .” He tried to wrench himself free. The chair tipped slightly before settling back on the floor. “This?”

“It’s not much,” said the prince. “Merely a curse that needs breaking.”

The food taster blinked. “What?”

The curse-maker, needing a curse destroyed?

Holding up his hand, the prince said, “Family relationships can be so . . . fraught. You’re rather lucky your parents sold you off when they did.”

The food taster caught it then: the heavily disguised scent of an old curse, drifting from a ring on the prince’s finger.

“You see, I come by my gifts honestly,” said the prince tightly. “So. You’ll break this miserable piece of metal right off me. Then, you’ll prepare a poison. A lethal one.”

The food taster couldn’t breathe. “For . . . ?”

“For my mother.” The prince’s eyes gleamed. “And then I’ll take the throne, at long last.” He took a step toward the food taster. “But I can’t do any of that until this curse is gone.”

“No.” There was no thought, no question. “I won’t.” Using his gifts to orchestrate a murder?

He couldn’t.

“Perhaps you need time to consider your options,” said the prince. The food taster grunted as the gag was shoved back into his mouth. “I’ll leave you a while. I’m confident you’ll see sense—make the choice that’s best for you. And your friend, if he doesn’t simply abandon you here. Your poor peasant parents, even. I’m sure they miss their son. Perhaps they’d like a reunion?”

The veiled threat forced out a cry of horror, making the food taster choke on the cloth as it was tightly retied behind his head.

“I wonder. Would they be proud of the kind, selfless man you’ve become?”

Terror washing over him with a ferocity like he’d never felt before, he could only roar a garbled, “Hey!”

But the door was already closing.

The prince and his curse were gone.

He was alone, utterly at the mercy of his captor, and—if he wanted to survive the night, as it was rapidly becoming clear he very well might not—without much of a choice in his fate at all.

June of Doom Masterlist

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Happy Valentines!