#ive never drawn him seriously

[brain-rot-hour]

[plutocountdown]

how i imagine recruiting atlas for robotonia went (85 days left!)

[coridallasmultipass]

Why are we calling him "Alpha Dave" when we could be calling him "Big D"?

[indigo6f00ff]

he will never be balling

[p2iimon]

drawing more furry fnaf art. yknow just to keep you posted. i love posting in the tags sorry these ones got away from me

[shibalatte]

notimdude horses...

[lmelodie]

I forgot about the June Prompts, sorry! I'm gonna go with flower crown 🌸☺️

Okay so I don't have as much of an answer as I want for this ask, because this specific prompt ties in kind nicely with my Mother Nature origin story I wanna put together!

So we have a little snippet of a little something and concept art of Terra’s sisters! Primrose and Violet! The only family she’s ever had. 

Mother Nature “grew up” in a very tumultuous time. There was all kinds of constant fighting between sprite colonies for resources and land, essentially growing up in kind of a war time. Never knowing when the next raid will be, always having to prepare to defend yourself and your loved ones, it's mostly why she (like a badass) set up the realms system and relative world peace. 

About those to individually: Violet is the levelheaded one. She’s basically acting chieftess as the previous one, Mother Irva, was captured. And she’s SO TIRED, she’s just trying to keep everything together as best she can.

(And yeah, her crown is based on her shield, and she wears Prims neck piece okay, I LOVE THEM)

And Primrose is the stereotypically bubbly one. She’s trying her damn best to keep everyone spirits up and helps put where she can, but doesnt want to step on her sister's toes, knowing how stressed she is already. 

And the reason that flower crowns fit this diatribe is because Prim loved doing both her sister's hair. She gave Terra her first style with all the flowers in the world! And when Father Time eventually enters the scene, he takes over in her family's stead and puts flowers in her hair when she needs to destress. 

Her entire origin story is probably gonna have to be a multichapter DEAL, but here is a tiny little snippet of the catalyst for first meeting Father Time. 

She fell to her knees, tripping from a stray rock on her path, sliding on her side against the ground before frantically trying to get back up again. Desperately scraping against the ground until her feet caught and she took off running again, the adrenaline pushed away any pain from the scratches and bruises and kept the nymph running through the wooded forest. Her chest heaving with the pounding of her feet when a sharp arrow zipped by in her periphery. They were getting closer, no matter how fast she could run, or how much her body trembles trying to keep pace.

“PRIM!”

Her sister's voice called out to her from up ahead of the trail. Another arrow nearly brushes against her shoulder and lodged itself in the ground in front of her as she sprints. She sees her sister's figure quickly cresting over the hill far up the path, what's left of the townspeople farther ahead than her. She gets distracted by the familiar presence and falters.

A sharp whistle and a flesh splintering scream signals her downfall. She trips over herself and harshly lands back on the ground with a lucky arrow sticking out of the back of her calf. 

“PRIMROSE!”

Her sister calls out to her and rushes back down the path, collapsing next to her on the ground. Obviously, the wound is treatable, she could even treat it herself had she the time; but that was the one thing they never seemed to have on their side. 

“Vi get out, take it and leave…” Primrose sputtered through sharp gasps and grunts. Her tremored hand reaching back to take something from the satchel on her hip.

“No! I am not leaving you here, you are no prey animal,” Violet's hand stops her sister's hand. She brute forces her into sitting back up and standing, bracing her weight with Prim’s arm around her shoulders.

But they couldn't get even a few wobbly steps back on their way before more arrows came flying past them, and the mob they have been outrunning finally catches up to them. A horde of goblins charging up to the pair and surrounding them in a tight circle, on all fours, snapping their jaws at their ankles. 

Violet instinctively takes out the small dagger from her leg holders, twisting and turning to survey the crowd, watching the archers prime their bows and the spearmen sharpen their blades, taking cautionary swings at them. She holds her injured sister as close as possible with her blade pointed to any of the attackers while looking for any kind of escape, only to find that there was none. 

A goblin from the back in what looked to be a stone helmet, scrambled up on the shoulders of one of his soldiers to see the catch. He grins wickedly and shouts to his controlled masses.

“Take them! Don't bother being gentle, they have enough healing power to live.”

In the writhing mass of soldiers, a deliberate few ready the twine crafted nets. Prim yelps as one of them bites down on her good ankle, Violet doing much the same when another springs up to chomp down on her arm. The poking and prodding only intensifies, teasing the idea of beating them down senseless before capture. The warm closing in on them and attempting to drown the pair.

But in the middle of such an attempt the air suddenly shifted. The winds around them changed, shifted course with a hushed whisper on its back. The gale picking up speed catches the attention of the general.

“WAIT! Hold it!”

The assailants hesitantly stop, some still with their jaws clamped down onto the nymph flesh.

The wind continued to whisper, it howled as it grew colder, stirring suspicion in the general who cautiously sniffs the air and holds up the silent hand signal to his crew. The hunters on the outside circle turned to the woods around them, readying their weapons in whatever direction outwards, listening and waiting.

A sudden bright, blinding flash of the heavens shone down upon the horde from some unknown source. The army screeches and buries their collective faces into whatever they could find to save their vision, skittering amongst themselves in confusion.

Then the ground beneath them starts rumbling, breaking and eventually cracking under everyone's feet. The earth heaving and churning in on itself like the ocean's surface, violently tossing about like a storm, sending bouts of goblins flying in every which way. The ones closest to the sisters immediately break formation as they are pulled away and can only focus on staying on solid ground, to little success.

Violet and Prim also struggle for a moment before judding rock formations violently spring out from the ground, one by one diagonally forming a protective circle around them. Other such crags were summoned to further divide the army, sending more soldiers into the air to impact directly from the outcroppings or onto the writhing ground. 

Before they could fully retreat, the wind pulled itself into a single spot on top of one of the rocks. Hovering and taking form on the rampart, the wind and leaves gave way to a body and color. A tall, dark-skinned woman perched carefully on the tip of the stone to look over the army in disarray. Her hair, wild and unruly, littered with leaves and petals, flaps with her cloak in the breeze. 

The goblins look, and she sneers back, thunder heard in the not-so-far distance. She raises her arms out with her open palms aglow. “Tell your king that Terra sent you.”

A swift raise and flail of her arms sends the ground below them rip cording out from the center point, finally and violently dispersing the swarm. The light dims, and rows of goblins land on the now steady and unforgiving ground and quickly pick themselves up to scurry away as fast as their tiny legs could carry them. A handful of them did not get back up again, their forms glowing and disappearing into a bright red surge of sparkle, fizzing up into the air and making a b-line back to their forge cluster.

[dethbug]

ok everyones asleep i can gush in the tags

[sobredunia]

Hey guys is it just me or are the stars in the sky looking a bit weirder than usual

Alt version + tagging of the creators of all the starlos under the cut

I was messing with this static filter thing and ngl it looks neat

anyways. tagging avalanche time. Left to right up to down

RustyRedemption!Starlo by EldritchDream_ on twitter (THE BODY/PLANT HORROR IS JUST *chefs kiss*) edit: THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY HAVE A TUMBLR THEY GET TO SEE THIS LET'S GOOOOO @eldritchdream99 LOOK!! ITS UR SILLY!!!

AntiMatter!Starlo by ghoulishthingz on twitter (I KNOW YOUR NAME NOW FUCKER. v good one ngl it fucks severely)

Hero!Starlo by @zedleaked (he b t-posing baybeyy)

Goldstar by @s0ckh3adstudios (fun fact I named the layer he's on "I miss my husband Tails". also this is the first time i've drawn him. and yet i've drawn utg chujin thrice already which i think says something. not sure what but it says something)

Gilded!Starlo by @moreworldliness (I LOVE HIM SOSO MUCH I JUST WANT HIM TO BE OKAY PLEASE)

VOACT!Starlo by mee :3

Sirius by @here1snyan (I don't need to explain myself you already know how insane this man makes me you've seen the dog art)

Nebula by @llamapear (THE FUCKING GUY OF ALL TIME)

Starry screen buddy by @therealcallmekd (i love his girl outfit i had to draw it)

Fell!Starlo by @pantamonte (he's so silly i want to see him flattened by a steam roller /pos)

Lover's amalgamate by @silverika326 (literally obsessed with this concept you dont even know. ive wanted to draw them for so long)

Devotion!Starlo by @specklx (really proud of how the pose came out ngl. he serves so much cunt)

Apollo by @vastrophel (not exactly a starlo but the design fucks how could i not draw him)

Cat!Starlo by @fivepedal (i lov. kimty :3 )

Starfell by @stringsbasement-vitale (he gives off ACAB vibes you just know he'd be a redswap starlo hater)

Redswap!Starlo by @wist-eri (I'm sorry i had to do it. i have literally never drawn this man in a serious situation/taking the situation seriously and I'm not gonna start now)

Hollow!Starlo by @floataaaa (literally the design of all time i love him)

Alright that's all of them. I have drawn so many stars my god

also. art taglist time

@rotkad @sansxfuckyou @blackfright @beetroot-merchant @ashs-hellhole @h3xt0r @bree-sae @helloidkwhatimdoing-0 @zecrisketch

[velvetwyrme]

Um hi!! I just wanted to say I fucking love your work and everything you do and I’m so glad to say that you have officially made me into a papyri lover and I request that you continue to feed me with your amazing art and writing😇 (I’m literally folding for Rus and Dare’s relationship and not to mention Flipping fate has honestly got me hooked and never letting me go)

Also! If it’s not a bother do you have any tips on drawing the two skeleton brothers? (Aus don’t rly matter!) I just adore how you do it (sketches and the finished product) and I just wanted to ask ;,)

WAHHH THANKUUU 💖💖 Welcome to the ranks of Papyri lovers...!! (APOLOGIES IVE BEEN SLACKING ON THE PAPYRI CONTENT ;w; [and also. literally anything in general recently agdjcbdk]) ALSO sorry this took like. months to reply to agahamjdbhsmf,jj,,,, I made a whole thing. and then accidentally deleted said thing? so I had to remake it after moping for like a month.

Anyway, here is. a very messy breakdown and some tips!! That are hopefully helpful!!! It's mostly about faces but if you're interested I can also get into the nitty gritty of drwing skeletons but these are like. Sans and Papyrus specific parts (so mostly their skulls lol)

Skulls are both weirdly round, and weirdly angular (a sentiment that I read in a fic once and committed to heart apparently. Like... yeah. They ARE weirdly round and angled.) As always shape language is your friend (real bouba and kiki moments)

Sans has more of a... chibi face shape LMAO. If you've drawn those before it makes drawing him a lil easier imo. As for Papyrus...

He's a pain!! He's got lots of expressions and I usually have to redraw his face like sixteen times. His eyes are just like 2 fucking vertical lines and yet. AND YET. My beloved boy is so difficult. At least he has very expressive eyebrows. I also use the corners of his mouth to give him more range of expressiveness since he has no lips! Also the lines for his "individual" teeth... I can take it or leave it. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't!

I only give Papyrus lower eyelids because if you give him upper eyelids/lidded sockets he looks like Underswap Paps LMAO,,

Sans on the other hand has "lips" but doesn't use them hrkfhdk,, I always make sure to give him the little holes at the corners of his mouth as well.

Also that's all about their heads/faces so here's a note about how I do bodies which is. Shapes. These two are so Shaped.

Seriously though the best thing to do is just to try emulate other people's artstyles or pick out parts of them that you like and incorporate them into your works. Like how someone draws Sans' eyes? Try it and apply it!!

People also tend to draw the skeletons with slightly different facial proportions, so experiment with that and see what you like as well! I've gotten pretty good at eyeballing it and drawing them directly (with the exception of Papyrus around 40% of the time, wherein I have to redraw his face sixteen times before it looks good).

[pumpkinbxtch]

𓇼 the sun & the sea 𓇼 〰✷〰

— apollo / lester x daughter of poseidon!reader

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

☆ radiostar is playin': forever always by the driver era…!

warnings: none taglist: @emidpsandia

He, apparently, was dead missing.

"He went alone on the mission with Python. He hasn't returned for three days now." A month later, Meg contacted you through an Iris message and explained everything that had happened. A month later and the days passed, nobody knew about him.

"We only know that he retrieved all the Oracles and the gifts of prophecy returned," Chiron told you, and Dionysus, for the first time, looked nervous and worried about his brother.

But if Apollo had succeeded in his mission, where was he? You hadn't dreamed of him either. Days went by and your anxiety grew.

"I didn't agree, but my brother insisted on pushing him to the limit," Poseidon said seriously, and Percy replied, "I think he took it too literally, don't you?" You suppressed a groan while your father scolded your brother with his gaze. Python was gone forever, but they knew nothing of Apollo.

"It's okay, it's only been five days," you thought, but you realized that every day you did it with a new number and without any news until almost two weeks had passed... Honestly, you didn't know how many times you had cried in all that time, you didn't even bother to hide it, and even your roommate requested a room change.

Lately, the time was bad in every sense. Thunder rumbled, and you hugged the pillow tighter, tears already rolling down your cheeks. The room was colder than usual; after all, you were alone in it. You accompanied yourself with the dim light of your desk lamp, and the flash of lightning illuminated the darkest corners. You realized you were crying over too many things, everything was very recent, you hadn't even finished processing Jason's death, and those lightning bolts... all they did was remind you of it.

"Wasn't it enough with him?" You wondered as you let out your sobs. Jason was his son just like Apollo, and if he led them both to death just to reaffirm his authority to everyone, you had no doubts that Zeus was a cruel father. The thunder shook the window, and you closed your eyes in anger, not retracting anything, even if Zeus annihilated you with one of his lightning bolts, you would never do so. Probably beyond, on Olympus, your own father struggled with annoyance with his brother, but even if Poseidon wasn't half the father that Paul was to you and Percy, he would never allow you to be harmed.

Your tennis sounded against the wet sand of the path leading to your favorite café. You walked in a ghost town with a hollow chest and the cold penetrating your bones, but it didn't matter because you already felt like those skeletons that Nico brought to the surface when he was in a bad mood; anyway, you moved forward to have a hot chocolate, it was Sunday, you had to have enough strength for classes the next day.

— Here it is — the lady said when you had just formed in line at the bar. You frowned and shook your head.

— Surely it's for someone else, I just got in line.

The girl smiled and looked at the label.

— Hot chocolate? —she asked in the waiting line, and no one recognized it, she returned to you and handed it to you again. — It was ordered in advance.

A joke from Frank? Frank didn't make jokes. But if it were, how did he know what you wanted?

You took it and looked at the label, it had a sun drawn on it that made you purse your lips. "Of course, it had to be," you thought bitterly and walked back taking the long way, the one that passed by the small Tiber.

The sunlight barely reflected on the water after all it was covered by the clouds, and you sighed as you looked at the huge body of water, your chest hurt. How did this happen? You would be better off if you hadn't entered that Grove, but you had to do your will, but you wouldn't have had those days with Apollo, which provoked mixed emotions in you again.

"this rhymes for him were different, but he hopes for put that ring and find what he's been missing."

— If you wanted to marry me so much, come back and do it — you murmured with your nose buried in your scarf and tears stinging your eyes. You cut your step and faced the river that continued to shine coldly, the small cup you held slipped from your hands with each sob, and when you let out the first whimper, you let it go. However, it didn't fall. You gasped, and when you looked beside you, your breath left you.

Of those brown curls, only a few remained mixed with the blond ones, of the freckles you counted that last time you had him too close, there were only about three hundred instead of a thousand. He was taller, and his body more athletic, but he wore the same Led Zeppelin t-shirt and ripped jeans from the knees. His smile was big and triumphant, the same blue eyes you had been waiting to see were just trying to memorize your fractions in the same way you were doing with him.

— And are you serious or are you just fooling me?— His voice. You threw yourself into his arms without considering if he could be hurt, but judging by how he looked... then you took him by the shoulders, he foolishly thought you would kiss him, but you just leaned back and kicked him in the chest with the skill that only you could have.

He groaned on the ground in a fetal position, and seconds later, he rose on his elbows with a confused look.

— Idiot — you shouted as you walked towards him and knelt to be at his height. Apollo couldn't help but smile like an idiot, and you couldn't help but hug him again. — Where the hell were you?

Your whimpering caused guilt in his chest, and he took care of your head as both lay back on the grass. He stroked your hair as you clung to his chest, wishing his scent would imprint on you to never forget it.

— Hey…— He called you, and you looked up, noticing tears in his eyes too. You cupped his cheek and, before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The first kiss. He closed his eyes, completely surrendered to you, feeling like he could finally breathe freely after months. When your soft lips left his, he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck. You couldn't see it, but Apolo had a flushed face and a knot in his stomach.

But you didn't need to see it, because as he hid in you, the sun broke through the clouds, shining brightly, almost lighting up the whole world with brighter colors than before. It was with that detail that you confirmed he had become a god again, and his feelings were showing to you in too many ways.

— I…— You spoke after several minutes of silence, causing him to sit properly on the grass with you, holding your hand. — I do want to be with you. I'm not just messing around, just so we're clear.

— Do you have an alternative? — He joked, and you gently pushed him while nervously looking at your hands.

— Fool.

— For you, of course — he cooed as he took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. His cheeks were still flushed, but you noticed that his skill to seduce without seeming like an inexperienced teenager had returned, and that's where your first jealousy arose because you wished only you could have that side of him.

— And only for me, I'm sure — you grumbled under your breath at having that thought, and he laughed.

— I was born to love only you, believe me.— Apollo said, getting up and offering his hand to help you. — And just like art, I'll be faithful to you.

— Wow, what a great poet — you took his hand, and he took you by the waist, bending down to touch his nose to yours. You never believed in the expression "like a Greek god" until he looked at you in that way.

— Are you going to marry me? — He stroked your nose with his while gently squeezing your waist. You nodded silently like a fool, and he gave you a peck on the lips with a smirk. — I just wanted to make sure, but actually, I don't need any of that to be devoted to you. You're everything to me.

He took your hand and led you along the edge of the small Tiber, which now shone fervently.

•

— Apollo! — You shouted from the reception of the mansion on Olympus, closing the big door forcefully and looking at your husband playfully peeking behind his throne.

— Yes, dear? — You pursed your lips and approached him.

— Where are my things?

— Which ones? — He played dumb, and you sighed.

— From my bedroom at the university, where are they?

—In your room...— you raised an eyebrow — here.

You growled and pulled him to come out from behind the throne.

— I told you it would be until I graduated.

Apollo pouted and slumped his shoulders.

—But I miss you.

You smiled and hugged him.

— I miss you too, but— you stepped back and showed the ring on your ring finger —I have this, darling, and that's enough to scare off my classmates. I don't need to come down from Olympus every day when I can be in the dorms.

Apollo nodded regretfully.

— Alright, alright...— he snapped his fingers and smiled at you — everything is already in your silly university dorm.

You smiled and gave him a kiss. As you started making your way to the exit, he sighed.

— I'll see you tonight — he shouted, and you turned around smiling.

The Sun illuminates the beauty of the sea but never tries to contain it, and the sea shows the sun that even in the stormiest moments or the darkest nights, its light never fades.

[wintergrofyuri]

@itsonlypolite

@wrathful-banette

TEEHEE OK

so. i forgot to say. skeptic IS a detective. a pi. a gumshoe. a dick, if you will. but i guess thats sort of implied already. i just wanted to state it clearly.

but anyways.

this whole thing was made bc im so fucking insane about the cage chapter. the themes about being a slave to fate and how our actions are not our own and losing control of yourself and your life. just. ugh. it speaks to me a lot. and ofc skeptic being an old timey detective is so universal. i joke about hating him but i Do like him and find him interesting. i want to put him in situations.

and thats what this whole au is. putting skeptic in situations. hearing new perspectives, having his theories proven wrong, dealing with uncooperative suspects, red herrings. i love when hes wrong or ignored or otherwise slighted. he seems very. sure of himself? not an arrogant fool, but more. a guy who hasnt been wrong before. ykno. and i think ur typical film noir (with slay the princess elements like cycles and fate) is just a really natural fit to explore all that.

but its Also about playing with the whole "perception based creature" thing that the princess has going on. i Love "character nobody really knows" and the princess, with her multiple forms and fluid personality, works Rlly rlly well with this concept. i love the princess and i think she deserves to be a mysterious "haunting the narrative" type character. shes like a spy with multiple disguises. or someone in witness protection.

and also bartender hero lives in my mind like a parasite. oh my god that reminds me i need to talk about the others ok.

hero is the bartender (as stated before) of "the long quiet" bc i think its funny theyre still in tlq even in this silly film noir au.

stubborn is the bouncer/bodyguard/whatever the fuck you call it. he kicks ppl out when they get too rowdy.

cheated is The regular there. he either sits at a table and mopes or gets roped into a card game with opportunist that results in both of them being kicked out (theres always blood drawn).

opportunist is a conman/snake oil salesman whos only still allowed bc hero is too nice and opp is too good at buttering ppl up.

smitten is a tortured artist, lamenting to anyone who will listen about his lost love and muse. he is never paying his damn tab, but again, hero is too nice.

cold is a mysterious figure who only visits the bar like. once a month. he barely talks to anyone and only drinks water. (hes an assassin LOL)

broken is the local priest (the god is shifty btw) who only visits bc hero told him to get out more. he doesnt drink either. he just looks vaguely haunted.

contrarian is a guy whos hard to pin down. you cant find him, you just have to pray he appears ykno. the only people who Know him are hero and cold, but hero refuses to divulge anything abt him and cold is just. Cold. ykno.

paranoid is skeptic's partner (lol) and secretary. he does half the work around the office (maybe more) and lives with skeptic. he complains and protests and threatens to quit, but its all bark. hes very loyal. to his own frustration.

now im going to be honest. hunted is Super difficult to put in this au. given his role as a fight or flight, base animal instinct type, he cant be fit into an au like this very easily. ive considered a hunter, but that doesnt fit him at all. so. im a hack and i should delete my tumblr.

but no seriously hunted is very difficult. ALSO. THE NARRATOR. ive been thinking if i should add him and how prevelant he should be and what he would be like. if he should be in the bar or if skeptic would need to meet him somewhere else. maybe hes the villain ykno. but im. not sure and i dont wanna make the whole thing Too big ykno. i swear its not just bc i dont like him (joke (hes fun to hate (but also i hate him), i genuinely am stuck on what to do with him.

anyways. thats pretty much it. i dont wanna derail this post with. yaoi ramblings. so ill keep it close to my chest. also b4 u ask, im. not going to make this a fic or anything. i dont have the energy for something like this and im not very. good at writing longform anyway. i much prefer tiny drabbles. and anyways, its kinda. rlly unfinished cuz ive been too busy thinking too hard about minor details.

listen to 3 time tony winner, broadway classic, city of angels with music by cy coleman, lyrics by david zippel, and book by larry gelbart. thanks.

I ALMOST FORGOT. theyre still birds 💜. yayyyy 💞

[diesfortunae]

i need to see Ethan in ur style o hmygod (not forcing though i just really like ur style)

Ethan for anon :D <3

ive never drawn him seriously. I remember doodling him on a whiteboard session once and that was it

[rassicas]

I noticed that Cress is sometimes illustrated in ensembles with a sunflower motif 🌻 Out of curiosity, does Verna have a flower associated with him too?

this?

i think this is the only one ive drawn, this was from. ummm 2017 wow thats old. i didnt have any flower symbolism in mind when i drew this, i just remember seeing a shirt and thinking he'd look cute in it. i was gonna say "i never think about flower symbolism so i dont have anything for verna" but then i remembered i was commissioned to draw verna (by @ccsnake1) in a flower crown a few years ago.

i checked old dms to see if i could find what flowers i was asked for him to wear, and then i saw *I* symbolically chose the fucking flowers and forgot. anyway he is wearing: thistle-aggresiveness purple hyacinth-sorrow, apologies purple carnations-impulsiveness again i dont think about flowers much so don't take any of this too seriously<3

[turnipoddity]

hello!! (uhm this is my second anon thingy I don’t think you responded to one which is perfectly okay absolutely no pressure!! ^^)

uhm this is taking a lot of courage bc im super anxious when it comes to like talking/typing but I just wanted to say that I just respect you a ton, your art helped me in a lot of ways (I kinda mentioned this in the ask but I wanted to elaborate hope this isn’t odd ;-;) your art inspired me to get into saw, and an art school! so I just wanted to thank you and hope you’re doing well (sorry for the cringe…)

also uhm I have two questions

1. how do you draw Adam so good!?! (I love how you shade his hair especially!!)

2. how do you watch so many movies?

okay.. that’s all you don’t have to respond I just wanted to thank you, you’re so awesome,, (I hope this isn’t weird T_T p.s love ur Donnie Darko art too!)

Oh this one got a lil bit of a kick…

TERRIBLY sorry i missed your message that time!! 😭 you have no idea how much this means to me, i’m SO SO HAPPY AND GLAD that i could help to inspire you (even a little bit) to get you into art school!! THAT IS SO AMAZING TO HEAR!!! You’ll def face some challenges but the fun never stops!! 🥰✨❤️ friends in art major are also some of the most hilarious people i’ve ever met—you’ll be having a great time!! ❤️✨

Okay now to answer your questions…

1. THANKS SO MUCH!!! GLAD YOU THINK SO 😭❤️❤️❤️ ive drawn him about 300 times now more or less… not always spot on granted but i guess practice is key😭 for the hair shading i just took inspirations from a lot of artists HAHA

2. This is clearly jobless behavior of me LMAOOO (in all seriousness i watch movies to unwind and relax… so they are what gets me through the day AHEJRJKFK)

[theadventurerslog]

Quest For Glory IV: Shadows of Darkness | Part 12

The Adventurer's Log

I had three nights or two more if the night Katrina sent me back out counted. Either way I spent the day wandering and doing last conversations. Nothing much to report there.

I slept at the staff mound again for a last dream. I wonder if it is the last one. Last one for me anyway.

I was looking for something and Erana was with me. I turned to her and felt her sorrow and loss. The darkness came for her again. The darkness was trapped between worlds.

And I got a vision of what looks like the Dark One sign.

Quite the start to my day of going back to the castle with those Rituals.

I went to the castle and castle gate was open at last for me.

Here we go.

I entered to the Great Hall to find Katrina, Ad Avis and presumably Cuddles the Necrotaur. Katrina was immediately passive-aggressive: "What a good boy you are. You would never do anything to hurt me, would you? Unlike some others I could name."

Then she addressed me and took us all straight to the Dark One's Cave.

She opened the mouth and then told me I had to do the rest. I needed to find the last Ritual with the High Priest and needed it before beginning the other Rituals. And she told me to be careful.

Ad Avis was snide and sneering. "We would hate for anything unpleasant to happen to you."

I might have found the High Priest immediately?

I entered to see some kind of oozy creature anyway. With a gross description:

I did not need a cross between squid and chocolate pudding. The narration further added that something about its appearance suggested it was once human, so yeah I'm going with High Priest here.

And there was a book near it. I tried Fetch, but that'd be too easy. Critter just lashed out and stopped it. However a Calm Spell put it to sleep and then I could Fetch it. It was easy after all. The book was the diary of the last Boyar confirming that critter was him. The last page had the Ritual of Essence, so that makes all of them. I had to figure out how and where to use them...

I went to the cave where I first appeared as it seemed to be the only place I could reach and it had the altar. I had to get the lighting right, so I put back my trusty torch.

Sand was on the altar and there were lines in it like it had once formed a picture. I placed the Dark One's Sign on it and formed an image of it in the sand. The Sign sunk into the sand and vanished. I'm finally rid of it I guess.

Then I used the Ritual of Bone, I'd say because this place is all bone, but it just happened to be first in my list... and only then it clicked for me. I was told this place WAS the Dark One. I've been waiting for the valves to open, so one ritual for each based on what they are...

Avoozl is said with such gravity and was said several times. I am having a little trouble taking that name seriously I admit. Don't get me wrong, still all very eerie. Just... Avoozl sounds a bit silly especially drawn out a little. Avooozl.

I got caught in a bone cage after this Ritual was complete. Teach me to laugh at its name.

Open spell didn't work--too much chaos twisting my spells. But a combination of Flame Dart, Frost Bite and Force Bolt broke them.

The next valve started wiggling more in the central room becoming available for me to enter.

Well there had to be somewhere hellish looking in here... in the more hot looking red sense that is. The whole place is kind of hellish after all.

By examining this altar, this one was clearly the Ritual of Blood.

Ergh.

After conducting the ritual acidy red stuff started flowing all over from the stone statue and blocking my way out. I had to freeze it with Frost Bite, to stop it long enough to get out.

Onto the next one and not sure what to make of this one exactly.

Tentacle flutes? Horns?

There were also bubble-like stones around.

I needed the Ritual of Breath this time.

Once complete I sensed an awakening, but also had the sense it was expecting something more. Trying to use the tentacles to blow into them just got me sucked in and killed...because I did the wrong ones. Follow the ritual words: right, left and centre. Though the structure is all a bit hard to make out in my defence.

That started a wind blowing like its breath coming through the now open door at the back and I got sucked in. A calm spell and then open got me out, but I think it was bugged or something the first time. The calm worked but the Open did nothing and I had to reload.

Next one was all dark.

Well, it was obvious this would be the Sense Ritual anyway. I could see me and my icon and that was it. I just walked whatever routes it would let me and as I progressed my senses came back one by one until the room was fully revealed with sight.

Once the ritual was complete the dendrite got lightning and I got zapped a couple times leaving. There was a probably a way to avoid that... but I survived and got out, so if it works it works.

And that just left the Heart Ritual for the centre.

Once the ritual was complete a passage opened above the stone heart.

A dramatic levitation up!

I entered an inner structure with a large crystal. Katrina and Ad Avis were waiting and Katrina commanded me to perform the final Ritual. Soon Darkness would return to the land and she would never be helpless in her coffin again. She taunted Ad Avis too calling him jealous of her triumph when he'd failed to summon Iblis thanks to my actions. Yeah, taunt the angry vampire man.

I recited the last Ritual which got very unpleasant.

Katrina was triumphant, but ya know things can't be that easy even for the antagonists.

Ad Avis zapped me and I was left dangling.

They started fighting each other, but he couldn't directly harm her. So he launched a spell at me.

Katrina threw herself at me in defence and a shadowy tendril of Avoozl took her away. Ad Avis knew that spell would attract Avoozl and she was lost to the Darkness.

That empowered Cinder Win though.

And I was able to get back up.

I summoned Erana's Staff and he wasn't particularly phased by that. He had protections against my magic. This took me a few tries to figure out as none of my spells were doing anything. I got some deaths.

And dying wasn't enough oh no! I had to listen to Ad Avis gloat about taking the town and the peasants being his fodder now that they were no longer protected by Erana's Staff. And then I got the rise of Avoozl.

It took me a few tries to figure out what to do before I landed on talking with options. Most of the options simply led to more disdain from Ad Avis.

Except one.

Oh one I was told about, but forgot. One I was told to use against a big bad trying to do me in.

The Ultimate Joke.

Ad Avis got to still be disdainful, but despite that he was compelled to laugh anyway.

And I force bolted him off the platform. Ad Avis meets his demise by falling again... falling laughing now. What a way to go.

I... I wasn't expecting that and I had forgotten it amidst everything else. After a brief bit of reflection I did decide after all his pride and taunting me, there is something satisfying in taking him down like that.

I just...

I was essentially saved by Punny Bones. That's harder to swallow. Quite a win for gnomes I suppose.... he's still no Yorick or Keapon Laffin.

Things weren't over quite yet. I had to use Erana's Staff with the crystal and then Erana's spirit was freed. Freed, she was able to drive Avoozl back to its dimension.

After four games there she is at last! Outside a portrait in the WIT (that was just Genesta...). Stories were that she was part-faerie. She looks fully faerie to me...

However, she was only a spirit and it would take more magic than she had ever known before we'd be able to be together again, so she could only thank me.

Everything resolved! I got a two weeks later message--nice to know my hero got a break--and a party was held for me in the castle.

A full gathering! With some other random people I don't know too.

The swamps were drying up so trade would be able to reopen. The king sent word and appointed Dmitri as the new Boyar. Good for him!

I'm sorry I didn't trust you at first.

One by one the remaining townsfolk and Davy thanked me for everything I'd done for them.

Still not over just yet. Erasmus finally got the crystal ball focused now the Dark One's influence was gone. They could see me at last. Fenrus said it was either a reward ceremony or a lynch mob. Thanks buddy.

Silmaria is in need of a hero and "everyone knows a Hero has to go where a Hero has to go."

I ended another game being teleported away. But at least I know by whom and why this time!

And I got to actually see Erasmus and Fenrus.

I was given my final character sheet.

497/500 points. Three points off! Oh well, that seems pretty darn good for a first time to me.

Maxed out intelligence and Flame Dart (of course).

Got congratulated for finishing the game along with the usual nudge to replay as a different class and to look forward to future Quest for Glory.

That's Quest for Glory: Shadows of Darkness complete and what a ride!

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Final Thoughts

My favourite of the series so far and my second favourite Sierra game of what I've played/watched. King's Quest VI still comes on top for me.

I'll get my negatives out of the way first.

Combat. I continue to not be fond of it in this series. I ultimately settled for strategy mode. Maybe I should have tried the more manual arcade version more, but eh. Just never got comfortable with it. On the bright side the combat rate is low, especially felt so after my frustrations with the third game, and running away doesn't take so long freaking long, and there are various locations you can get to that'll stop the thing chasing you anyway.

Some glitchiness. I didn't run into anything game breaking for the most part except the possible lock-up when I got stuck in the lung hole near the end there, but a reload fixed that. There were some spots where the narration would cut out and a spot where the text zipped by. There was at least one spot where the wrong voice clip got used.

Now I've played through I also see where it's possible to get softlocked if you don't get the doll from the Domovoi since he stops showing up after a while. I don't know if that's actually a bug or deliberate or an oversight.

Now onto the good stuff.

The return of screen-by-screen exploring the map instead of the over-world. I vastly prefer that. It felt like a good area size too--big enough to feel like exploring, but not so big as to be a pain to navigate or feel pointless. There were plenty of areas of interest. Day and night really mattered. I also appreciated that when you'd examine the area the narration would provide some orientating directions. It definitely helped for getting around.

I enjoyed the overall atmosphere. It was darker in going for a more gothic setting, but there was still lots of humour around that gave it a nice balance. Never went into grim-dark territory though did get surprisingly sad at points. And the narration was superb.

I liked the music too! I can't say most of the music in the series up to this point really stood out to me outside an exception or two, but I've been enjoying this one's soundtrack.

Most of all: the characters! For a place full of darkness and fear it sure felt lively. It's not a big cast, but that meant there was plenty to talk about with everyone. The villagers would actually refer to each other and it just felt more lived in. I loved how much people had to say overtime and how they'd warm up to me. Characters would react to things that happened. I really felt like I was making a difference. While I enjoyed my time in Spielburg well enough, I can't say I got particularly attached to it. I got a little more attached to Shapeir. I didn't feel at all attached to Tarna, or I guess Fricana in general. I do feel more attached to Mordavia. I'm a little sad to be leaving now.

It was also nice to have some threads continue and have some closure. I learned a lot more about Erana. It was fun to see where Baba Yaga ended up after she fled Spielburg. Ad Avis is hopefully really gone now. I even got a couple tiny doses of Erasmus and Fenrus.

I felt like I had lots to do as a magic user and didn't even take as much advantage of some of my spells as I ought to have done. I'm the most curious about how the other classes are handled in this one. I felt very catered to and I hope the other classes feel that way too.

I had a very good time and it very much feels like a big enhancement on the first game specifically. I enjoyed the first game so having it but better is great.

My current rankings as stands would be 4, 2, 1, 3, but I think 1 and 2 are very close.

Next up Quest for Glory V: Dragon Fire. I'm nervous but we'll see how it goes.