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AND 100 FOLLOWERS THANK YUO SO MUCCH AAAA FLAMEREAVER PHAINON AAAA!! Phainon header art is mine!! Flamereaver phainon fanart below at the end of the post

The first time you met Phainon, he was leaning against the marketplace wall, bathed in the amber glow of Amphoreus' setting sun. His fluffy white hair ruffled in the breeze, and his blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he greeted you with a grin, the picture of an ordinary young man with a penchant for teasing.
But you were never one to trust easily. Especially not when his swordsmanshipâso graceful, so preciseâfelt oddly reminiscent of a ghost story whispered through the alleys at night. But in the end you fell for him, you fell into an inescapable rabbit hole for him.
The Flamereaver.
A nameless swordmaster who carved a path of ruin, driven by a thirst for the Titansâ Coreflame. A shadow in the black tide, their identity unknown.
You brushed the thoughts away at first. Phainon was charming, sometimes irritatingly so. He paid attention to the smallest details, catching things even you overlooked. His laughter was easy, his movements controlled, but there was something about himâsomething lurking beneath the surface. A momentary flicker in his gaze when he spoke of fire, of war, of lost things.
And then the Grove of Epiphany burned.
You stood at the edge of the ruin, the scent of ash thick in the air, staring at the lone figure amidst the wreckage. His back was to you, but you knew that stance. That impossible, immaculate swordplay.
A gust of wind carried the embers, and he turned.
Phainonâs blue eyes met yours, and for the first time, they were cold.
Madness and obsession entwined within them like an inferno restrained by sheer will. His swordâslick with molten redâgleamed under the fractured moonlight.
âAh,â he murmured, voice still as light as before, but tinged with something⌠older. âI suppose youâve figured it out now.â
Your heart pounded. âYouâre the Flamereaver.â
Phainon sighed, running a hand through his ashen locks, expression almost sheepish. âI preferred when you just thought I was a little too perceptive.â
âWhy?â The word came out raw, barely above a whisper.
He tilted his head, considering. âBecause I must. Because the Coreflame calls.â
His sword rose, an invitation, a warning.
��Will you stand in my way?â
You didnât know how to answer.
Because the Phainon you knewâthe one who smiled, who made a game of guessing your thoughts, who felt so achingly humanâwas standing before you, wreathed in the flames of a legend that should never have been real.
And yet, he was still Phainon.
Still the man who watched the stars with you.
Still the man who now waited for your answer, his gaze unreadable, his grip on his sword looseâbut ready.
The flames crackled around you both, but all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat.
And his quiet, unwavering breath.
Then, he spoke again, his voice softer, almost pleading beneath the weight of something neither of you could control. "I didnât choose this. The Coreflames⌠they are my burden. I must take them all, orâ" He clenched his jaw, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening them again, burning with desperate resolve. "Or everything will be undone."
His fingers tightened around his sword, knuckles pale. "Itâs madness, I know. But I have no choice. Every Coreflame I claim brings me closer to an end I cannot escape." A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, but there was no mirth in it. "So tell me, will you hate me for it? Will you turn away now, knowing what I am?"
His gaze softenedâachingly so. Even with those cold, inhuman eyes, he looked at you as if you were something precious. Something he wished he could hold onto, even as the fire consumed him.
"If you stayâŚ" Phainon exhaled, his grip trembling for the first time. "You will see what I truly am. And I fearâ" He hesitated, his voice dropping into something barely above a whisper. "I fear that I will not have the strength to let you go."
The fire roared behind him, licking at the ruins of a past he could never return to.
And yet, in this moment, with his sword lowered and his heart laid bare, Phainon stood before youânot as the Flamereaver, not as a legend, but as a man on the edge of despair, clinging to the last remnants of something real.
You.
And then, as if realizing his own weakness, Phainon took a step back, forcing steel into his voice. "You should leave." The words were clipped, calculatedâlike the swing of a blade meant to sever something before it could grow too deep. "Go before I change my mind."
But his eyes betrayed him.
Even as he turned away, as he tried to retreat into the cold, his gaze lingered, filled with something twisted and aching. A love so consuming it bordered on obsession. A longing so desperate it threatened to unravel him.
Phainon had always been good at deception. But not with you.
Not when his very soul was screaming for you to stay, even as his lips told you to run.
And in that moment, you understood.
Phainon did not fear the Coreflames. He did not fear battle or ruin or even his own demise.
He feared losing you.
And the worst part? He already had.

Your breath hitched as you took a hesitant step forward. The embers danced around his silhouette, painting him in a light both divine and damning.
"PhainonâŚ" You whispered his name, but he did not turn. His grip on his sword tightened instead, knuckles bloodless.
Another step.
The blade was at your throat before you could react, its edge gleaming with the reflected flames of everything he'd destroyed.
"Donât."
The word was hoarse, raw, barely above a breath, but it carried the weight of something lethal. Phainon's expression was composed, carved from cold steelâbut his eyes.
His eyes betrayed him.
They held the torment of a man drowning, even as his hands pushed you away.
"You donât know what you're doing," he continued, voice sharper than the blade itself. "I warned you. You should have listened."
But you did know. You knew exactly what you were doing.
And you knew what he was doing, too.
You could see it in the way his fingers trembled, the way his chest rose and fell with breathes too uneven for someone as disciplined as him. You could feel it in the space between youâso close yet impossibly far.
"Then tell me to leave," you said, voice steady despite the sting of metal against your skin. "Tell me you donât care. Tell me you wouldnât regret it if I walked away right now."
A flicker.
Just for a second, his lips partedâsilent, breathless, as if the words had caught in his throat before they could escape.
Then, his jaw clenched.
He pressed the blade a fraction closer, the bite of it sharp but not enough to draw blood. It was a warning. One that you knew, deep down, he would never follow through with.
"Go," he forced out. "While you still can."
And yet, despite his words, his gaze remained locked onto you, burning with something far more dangerous than fire.
Something desperate.
Something that screamed that if you took another step, if you reached for himâhe would break.
And he would take you down with him.
But maybe⌠maybe you were already falling.
"One more step," he murmured, his voice flat, almost bored, "and Iâll carve you open like the rest."
A lie.
You knew it was.
You could see it in the tension coiling through his muscles, in the way his grip on his weapon was almost too tight, as if it were the only thing tethering him to this wretched act of self-denial.
But his eyesâ
Those blue, frostbitten eyes were void of the warmth that once greeted you at dusk. They didnât waver, didnât soften. They remained locked onto you with the lethal calculation of a man who had convinced himself of his own monstrosity.
And still, you moved closer.
Another step.
Another drop of blood slipping from his blade.
Something inside him snapped.
With a sharp inhale, Phainon moved faster than breath, his weapon slashing outwardâstopping just short of your throat. Close enough for you to feel the whisper of its edge, for the heat of freshly spilled blood to radiate between you.
You didnât flinch.
He noticed.
His lips curled into something that wasnât quite a smirk, wasnât quite a snarl. "You donât get it, do you?" His voice was quiet, laced with something dark. "I am not playing with you."
His weapon remained poised, steady, the weight of it absolute.
And yet, in the flickering light, you saw itâthe minuscule tremor in his fingers, the unspoken war behind his stare.
He wanted you to fear him.
He wanted you to run.
But even now, with his face splattered in blood and his hands heavy with ruinâhe could not bring himself to push you away.
"Why arenât you afraid?"
You didnât answer. Because you knew fear had never been the problem.
He let out a sharp breath, his control slipping. "Damn you," he whispered, his grip tightening. "You should be running. You should hate me."
A muscle in his jaw ticked. He took another step forward, backing you into the ruins. Not to corner youâno, it wasnât that. He just wanted to be closer. To see you clearer.
To feel your warmth in the cold abyss he had thrown himself into.
His free hand, the one not gripping his sword, twitched at his side. He wanted to touch you. To brush the soot from your skin, to trace the shape of you with reverence, to make sure you were still real. That you hadnât left him behind like the rest.
Phainon inhaled sharply through his nose, his expression twisting. He was losing this battle.
"You donât understand," he growled, his voice raw now, slipping past the walls he had built. "I would burn this world for you. I would tear the Coreflames from the Titans themselves if it meant keeping you safe."
His blade lowered an inch. His control cracked another fracture.
"But you⌠you are the one thing I cannot have." His voice was hoarse, his breathing uneven. "Because I would ruin you. I would drag you into my flames, and I would never let you go."
You could see it now, the full weight of his obsession. The way it clawed at his ribs, at his very being. He could not afford to love you, and yet he didâso completely, so utterly, that it hurt.
And still, despite it all, you took another step. Closing the space between you.
Phainon shuddered. His sword fell from your throat. He let it drop, let it clang uselessly to the ground between you. His hands, empty now, hoveredâhesitant, desperate, aching.
His breath was unsteady, his entire body wound too tight, as if one more second of restraint would shatter him entirely.
"You should run," he whispered one last time.
But his hands had already found your face. His sharp golden claws went over your skin, the cold metallic claws made you shiver, touch featherlight, as if he was afraid he would break you.
Or maybe⌠as if he was afraid you would break him.
His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm, shaky. His heart thundered against his ribs, wild, unrestrained.
"I should let you go," he murmured, but his grip only tightened. But Thenâ Phainon trembled.
For all his power, for all the flames that had swallowed cities at his command, he was fragile beneath your touch.
His breaths came shallow, uneven. His body was wound tight, every muscle locked in a battle he had already lost. And when your fingersâwarm, steady, unbearably gentleâcupped his face, he broke.
A sharp, wounded inhale. A shudder.
Then, the first whimper left his lips.
It was soft, barely there, but it shattered something inside him. He tried to hold it in, to swallow the weakness, but it was too late. His knees buckled slightly, his weight pressing into you, seeking somethingâanythingâsolid to hold onto. His forehead still rested against yours, but now he was trembling, his breath hitching as the first tear slipped down his cheek.
"IâŚ" His voice cracked. His hands, rough with callouses and stained with blood, clutched at you like you were his last tether to sanity. "I canâtâ"
Another whimper, this one quieter, almost strangled.
Phainon, the Flamereaver, the man who had stood alone against armies, who had burned everything in his path, was crying.
Not for the world he had lost.
Not for the lives he had taken.
But for you.
Because he knew he could never have you the way he wantedânot without dragging you into his fire, not without dooming you to the same madness that consumed him.
And yet, he couldnât let go.
His fingers dug into your waist, clinging as if you might disappear. His body shook against yours, and when you ran your thumb over the tear-stained skin of his cheek, another broken sound escaped himâsomething between a sob and a sigh of surrender.
"You shouldnât be here," he whispered, but it was an empty protest. One he didnât believe himself.
Because when you held him, when your fingers combed through his bloodstained hair, he leaned into you like a man starved.
Like you were the only thing that had ever been real in his world of fire and ruin.
"I love you," he choked out, the words raw, torn straight from the depths of his soul. A confession and a curse all at once. "I love you so much itâs killing me."
His grip tightened, desperate.
"And if you donât leave nowâŚ" He exhaled shakily, pressing his damp face into your shoulder, his body curling inward, caging you against him. "Iâll never let you go." . . . . . You had always loved Phainon. Not just the man who teased you beneath the golden glow of Amphoreusâ sun, not just the warrior with an unreadable gaze and a blade that moved like lightning, but all of himâthe bloodstained, broken, and burning parts too.
Your heart ached, raw and desperate. He had tried to push you away, to scare you with the sharp edge of his blade, but he had underestimated you.
You were just as lost in him as he was in you.
With trembling hands, you cupped his face, your thumbs gliding over his cheekbones, wiping away the smears of blood that marred his skin. The red smeared under your touch, streaking his pale skin with warmth that did not belong to him.
His breath stuttered, his lips parting slightly, but he didnât pull away.
He never could, not from you.
Your thumbs brushed down, grazing the corner of his mouth, lingering there. His lips were slightly chapped, parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words never came. Instead, his breath hitchedâa shuddering, fragile thingâand you could see the war raging inside him.
The desperation. The love so overwhelming it made him weak.
Phainonâs hands twitched against your waist, torn between pulling you closer and keeping you away. But you made the choice for him.
You surged forward, claiming his lips in a kiss that burned.
It was not gentle. It was not soft. It was everything you had both held back for too long.
Phainon inhaled sharply against your mouth, a strangled gasp lost between your lips as his hands finallyâfinallyâsnapped up to grasp you, no longer holding back. One hand tangled into your hair, the other clutching your waist so tightly it almost hurt, pressing you against him as if you might disappear if he let go.
You deepened the kiss, tilting your head, and he whimpered against your mouth. The sound made your stomach twist, heat pooling in your chest as your fingers slid into his silver-white locks, pulling slightly. He groaned, the sound low and needy, and then he kissed you back with a fervor that nearly stole your breath away.
Phainon kissed like a man who had never known softness, like he was trying to carve the memory of you into his soul. His lips moved against yours feverishly, desperately, like he was terrified this moment would be ripped away from him.
His tongue flicked against your bottom lip, hesitant, seeking, and you granted him entry without hesitation. The kiss deepened, turned messier, hotter. He swallowed your gasp as his arms caged you in, his body pressing you closer, like he was trying to mold you into him, to make you his in every way possible.
Your hands slid down, over the hard lines of his shoulders, his chest, feeling the tension coiled in his muscles. His heart pounded beneath your palm, beating wildly, erratically, and you realizedâhe was scared.
Not of you. Never of you.
But of what he might do to keep you. Of how far he was willing to go.
Phainon broke the kiss with a ragged gasp, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm and uneven. His hands trembled where they gripped you, his body taut with restraint, as if he was fighting himself even now. "Please.. Stay.. By you, I am forever incomplete."

THIS WAS RUSHED IM SORYRYR IM USING MY MOBILE DATA
#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#fanfiction#fem reader#hsr fanfiction#hsr x you#fem y/n#honkai star rail fanfiction#honkai star rail fanart#honkai star rail phainon#phainon x reader#phainon fanart#phainon honkai star rail#hsr phainon#phainon hsr#phainon#phainon smut#honkai star rail#honkai fanart#amphoreus x reader#amphoreus#flame reaver x reader#flame reaver
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@angelwiththeblue-box i drew this in like fifteen minutes so sorry if itâs bad but. the girlies <3
#the bonus is debatable idk i just didnât crop it out lmao#reeseâs ocs#lanie woodward#elis ocs#cassie sinclair#my art!#i guess. it is mine. and i suppose it is art#i have an actual piece of them im planning though so. hehe
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one of my favorite things about unmasked spy is that he has such a peculiar hair pattern with his little gray wings. like if he grew a white streak he could be the next administrator.
also engie is here đ
#tf2#team fortress 2#tf2 spy#spy tf2#napoleon complex#engiespy#practical espionage#digital art#artists on tumblr#illustration#mine#my art#the HARD HAT STAYS ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#also the last doodle is somewhat of a sneak peak of . you guessed it. yet another tf2 fic im working on huhuhuhu#i suppose this outfit is just his normal jacket with a skirt n turtleneck added#something something spy gets to wear both team colors something#i want him DEAD#IN A DITCH
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remus is very unimpressed, sirius is very happy :)
based on this post
#i spent like 1.5 hours on this that i definitely should have spent studying instead considering i have an exam tomorrow :')))))#anyway enjoy it extra hard to wish me luck please#remus lupin#remus lupin fanart#harry potter#harry potter fanart#marauders#marauders fanart#Hp#My art#marauders era#Mine#he was supposed to look like a malnourished noodle but i failed at that#and didnt have the time to actually put effort into it#Ive not gone through the process of letting it lie around for a couple days tp find all thr mistakes#So noe im already spotting them but its too late to fix#(Or rather. You guessed ir. I domt have thr timr)#Like the first one is fime but i have several issues with thr second one#But oh welllllllll who cares yolo and all tht jazz
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reupload bc i just noticed that i uploaded a version with the scar layer hidden IM SORRY POOKIES!!!
#i cant beleive i made this mistake...#also im sad bc no i longer have the tags of the original upload w all my thoughts :(#aftg#andreil#tfc#nora sakavic#my art#mine#fanart#anyway ill try and summarize my thoughts again#nora says in the ec is that the only time they use restraints like this is the garter belt after the wedding#and i stand by that 100% bc i love the ec#so this is moreso supposed to be like metaphorical???#bc im pretentious af when it comes to aftg i guess#and this drawing just came about from me thinking about andrew and benson and like their pasts and like neil helping reassure andrew and id#i was just listening to american teenager by ethel cain a lot and having a lot of feelings#ok enough ranbling
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Revamped concept art for characters that'll appear in mine and @sourmiiiilk's next game: The Eye's Embrace. Shoutout to Milk for helping me make changes to Crow and Salem's drips. <3
Art style isn't consistent between each character, since I drew all of them at dramatically different times.
More info about them and art under the cut!
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These guys are your potential roommates at Evergreen Grove University.
From left to right:
Crow: An emo dude who absolutely does not even remotely believe in the paranormal. He has a bit of a temper, but cares deeply for his friends Absinthe and Salem. Crow spends his free time pumping iron at the university's student gym, binging horror movies, and searching for a friend of his who's gone missing.
He's 23 years old.
He majors in tech (IT).
Absinthe: A scene girl who's totally in love with the game StarBlitz. She ships Strawberry Paws and Zephyr, and likes to incorporate elements of her favorite characters (and hobbies) into her outfits. She's a ball of sunshine, an avid competitive gamer, and always makes time to hang out with her friends Salem and Crow. Although she participates in Salem's paranormal investigations, she's terrified of the occult!
She's 24 years old.
She majors in fashion design.
Salem: A goth guy who isn't allowed to dress gothic due to his helicopter parents. He's PASSIONATE about paranormal investigation, he even has a whole channel dedicated to the spoooooky adventures that he and his friends Absinthe and Crow embark on. He's similar to a golden retriever, always full of energy and hope, even being a bit naive at times. He has no sense of personal safety.
He's 24 years old.
He majors in film production.
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#The Eye's Embrace#TEEvn#.mine#horror#horror vn#horror visual novel#psychological horror#yandere#yandere vn#yandere visual novel#murdersim#murder sim#I suppose.#horror dating sim#indie dev#indie game#indie vn#indie visual novel#indie developer#horror dev#game dev#dev log?#dev log#i guess#character design#character concept#concept art
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IT ARRIVED IT ARRIVED IT ARRIVED


DESPITE EVERYTHING DESPITE MY CHRONICALLY CURSED INTERNATIONAL MAIL PROBLEM I AM STILL THE ZONE RPG
#bakuspeech#and I guess this counts as#bakuspecial#ouuuuuu#my art! on cards! characters I kinda got to build with my visuals!!#also upon getting this which I had mailed to the senpai's place instead of mine in an effort to break the curse we immediately#ran a game. that was supposed to be short. but ended up extending past midnigt#AND had to stop for the night before act 2 even begins#but. its SO fun. the game pieces do just the right amount of heavy lifting for u that it frees u up to make up Real out there stuff#like. we ran a game on the browser version. and while it was also Really fun it got stressful to make stuff up#now if we're stuck we just pick up cards#and like. idk for kinda the first time really? I get the appeal of roleplaying with someone else#I'm usually such a control freak about the stories I tell lmao#with the visual aids in this set I get to imagine the character dynamics so much more easily#like this time around the senpai picked the scientist archetype#and he made that guy a white guy with some means who has been sending people to death to serve his science#and my character's an asian guy who was with a pest control service (yes I picked the trevor henderson character lmao)#who got drafted into the bureau and works as like cleanup/fodder#so immediately I got to go like oh so I hate your guts. and you condescend at me#which turned out to be a Very fun dynamic to roleplay lmao#throughout act 1 we've made this dynamic steadily Worse. one of them envies the other into oblivion#while the other can now communicate with No one except his mission partner#and we're gonna craft the second act as chase. a predator and a prey. gods. it was SO fun#its so funny both of them were touting to be smart or good at their job. and then they went into the zone and Immediately got fucked up#this game really gives u that satisfaction and fascination with like. when things go wrong in way too thematically fitting and messy ways#lmao my contract's fulfilled I do not have to talk this game up. its just really fun. man I enjoy that so much#sadly my pool of english speakers who can play this game with me is not big#I'll try and find time to run a few small games in the near future... maybe during lunar new year#I was over at the senpai's today to toast out birthdays lol. to get that out of the way we've been planning something like that for weeks#weve been both way too busy. with different sliding scales of uh. how pleasant that busy's been
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woe. synth / human yes man be upon ye
#unholycourier art#yes man#fnv#fallout new vegas#fallout games#my art#artists on tumblr#heâs supposed to look like mr house a little bit#the scarf is leopard print as an opposite to bennyâs checkered theme#unholycourier oc#my oc#I guess?????? what do I call a human design thatâs mine
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Giving him the coda drip (it sucks)
#yakuza#like a dragon#like a dragon infinite wealth#eiji mitamura#y8 spoilers#??? I GUESS. HES STANDING UP#fanart#my art#the eepy one was my outfit on the train yesterday. though i couldnât sleepâŚ#the black jacket one isnât exact to mine though.. its supposed to be my department jacket but i changed it a lil lmao#its also what i hc him wearing post canon#im also giving him my slight caffeine addiction
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[OC] Canât tell you how nervous I am about posting this.
Voice is Corpse Husband
#art of mine#art#original character(s) of mine#digital art#animation#oc soul#corpse husband#oc voice claim#I spent four months on this and I actually donât know if I should post it but I guess Iâm committed to it now?#itâs supposed to be a joke so youâre allowed to cringe lol
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luigi time!
#super mario#luigi#clai's art#I'M SO MAD I POSTED THESE IN MY DISCORD CHAT FIRST WITH THE MESSAGE:#''guess who i've just drawn. hint: he's green and a nintendo character''#and i'm KNOWN for being a huge fan of N P/kemon so they were supposed to guess HIM and then i'd go ''HAHA WRONG ITS LUIGI''#BC I'VE LITERALLY NEVER TALKED ABOUT MARIO WITH THEM#BUT BY SOME CHANCE THE FIRST PERSON WHO REPLIED. ANSWERED LUIGI AS A JOKE#SO MY JOKE WAS RUINED#anyway. i'm playing superstar saga rn i'm enjoying it a lot#i love the mario and luigi series so much but i've only finished bowser's inside story and that was YEARS ago#i got stuck at one boss battle in partners in time and then my r4 broke so i never finished that#and i only got to play dream team for a little bit bc it was my friends copy not mine#now that i have a jailbroken 3ds i can FINALLY play and finish ALL OF THEM
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ok i havent made it very far re: blockbench. but *thru gritted teeth* im having fun im doing my best
#blockbench#mine#my art#I GUESS#there was an animation but idk where it went .. . ..#this is ok2rb i suppose#edit from max in the future after putting this post in drafts: hai
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there are two wolves inside of you. One wolf wants to be a goth bloody vampire wearing leather. The other wants to wear frilly ruffles and pastels. They are both correct
(I learned how to edit on CapCut just to make thisâŚa valuable skill I will no doubt use a LOT in the futureâŚ.Skrilliant Iâm looking at you next i have a song picked out and everything)
@bicolor-art :3 come get yall juice
#Im just gonna tag the art account cause thatâs where most of the OC stuff is. So#Anyways Salieri didnt just steal my heart she ate it. Um. I donât know if she was supposed to do that or not#My art#Edits#i guess thatâs a tag of mine now??#Salieri#Vampâs nest
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Idk, is this anything?
#illustration#digital drawing#digital painting#character design#guys- i dont know how to tag original art#explanation for this piece i guess: there was an illustration department project where we were devided into groups and designed âluxury soap#but we only had like a day to get the whole thing done#so our group's chosen theme was âplanets and the gods associated with them stylized after gothic stained glassâ#and lets ignore the fact that mine ended up way more art neuvo than gothic and talk about the character design- cuz i did earth#since Terra/Gaia is literally supposed to be the earth i kinda ran#the main components of earth i ran with were water growth and death#so her body is made of water#the plants growing out of her are probably obvious but idk how well the kelp forest and fish inside her come across#I also gave her things associated with the harvest (such as the cornucopia and cow)#well- cow skull#the thing on her chest was originally based on a ribcage corset but one of my professors said they like that it also kinda looked like#an evergreen tree. so i left the shape kinda vague#but ya- not sure if i want to do fhe other planets or never look at this again
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just realised i have to get permission from two separate deans if i want to do a masters. i don't want to contact deans :( emails :(
Edit: made a list about it. am telling myself that if I got through year 1 med surely I can write six emails and also a cv. not sure i believe myself.
#i was perfectly willing to email three separate philosophers (supervisor + two references) but i draw the line at sociologists#(which is what the arts and social science dean is)#and at geneticists (which is what the medicine and health dean is)#i actually don't even know whether it would be her or the director of the md program but either way#also i was lying above i'm perfectly willing to email one (my old honours supervisor) mostly willing to email another#(prospective supervisor) and grudgingly willing to email the third (just a philosopher who taught me a couple of times and liked my essays)#also what if they ask me QUESTIONS. how in hell am i supposed to provide proof of 'yes i can handle both these degrees'#i don't know if i can! i THINK i can. not gonna know until i try am i#i guess i could get my learning advisor who agreed that i probably could to back me up at least with the med dean#anyway. i might delete this post. i am rambling to the void to get it out#mine
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man. I don't think I've ever spent so long on a piece of music because I've never had the motivation to follow through but I'm finally finishing up the writing for this brass quintet and I didn't realize how... significant it would feel to end it? I have friends who can write a 12 minute piece of music in less than a semester. for me it took nearly a yearâof both writing and not writing, of crying in front of my parents and one of the best friends and composers I know and my extremely prestigious professor, of struggling to remember why I even chose to do this in the first place and being gently but repeatedly reminded what made me love music when I had been alone with it for so long. I'm not healed. the piece is not finished. it's not even, like, a huge magnum opus that I can really brag about. but I like it, which is more than I can say about most of my work these days, and I'm relatively proud of it. I can confidently say that this is the piece that's seen me through the most and it's going to be a little bit terrifying to end it
#writing music is not like writing stories#at least not for me#but this is a familiar feeling#i guess if you spend enough time with any piece of art it starts to scare you a little bit toward the end#for better or for worse#i do feel better about the ending than I did a couple hours ago I think I developed it a little better#but you know. with a piece that took you that long you want it to end *right*#i also think i might end up being the longest piece on this concert so. fun#which is new because as i said i have friends who can bang out 15 minute pieces every semester#but i suppose it is reassuring to know that my teacher took two years to write a 30 minute piece so#i suppose I'm not doing too badly if it's worked for her of all people lol#mine#composerposting
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