#llawar

[raireart]

Alright, almost ALL of my Dragonriders of Pern setting character designs! Most of these are my characters, but there's a bunch from my partner, and from a few friends! Had a lot of fun playing with colors and design and trying to make each one look like a distinct character, while also keeping a family resemblance between the siblings in the line up! It's been a lot of work but I think I did what I set out to!

I still need to work on making my posing less stiff, but I'm pretty happy with the whole effort! Most of these were drawn in 2023.

(That said, ugh, I don't know why tumblr gives a pixelated white edge to my pngs when I post them...)

Please do NOT repost this. Reblogs are fine!

[weddylwashc]

Dýlyfyr dou (2)

ym mol cishws i llas ifi. shwr, wi'n gpod wi dim gall bita llawar o betha, dim tatws, tomatos, pupura cloch, planicon wi, ag ôn ni dim bita un onyn nw. ma jest afiachyd gini, on wi dim lico. wrth gwrs.

[clanraire]

Dressed Llawar completely differently than before and hmm... the accent is pretty neat

[rairii]

More fantroll doodles!

The top two belong to someone else, I don’t remember their name :< Bottom two are Llawar and Kamika, who used to be my trollsona before she became her own thing

[cminoldo]

Los visitantes podrán disfrutar de shows gratuitos en los escenarios municipales de Jesús María. Durante las noches del Festival de Doma y Folklore, en el Stand de Jesús María (Córdoba y Cleto Peña) y en el Teatrino “Tutú Campos” (Cástulo Peña y Abel Figueroa) los vecinos y turistas podrán disfrutar de las actividades y espectáculos que se realizarán 20 a 1 de la madrugada. Esta es la grilla artística y los horarios previstos para esta semana Lunes 13 20:30. Academia Sentimiento Legüero 21. Taller Municipal de Guitarra 22. “Cien Circos Creaciones” de Fausto Encina 23. Culpa del Perro 00. Temple Norteño Martes 14 20.30. Academia “Renacer de mi Patria” 21. Taller Municipal de Guitarra 22. La Chapa 23. Delmonte Folklore 00. Chamigos Miércoles 15 20:30. Tango con Hebe Carrizo 21. Academia “Renacer de mi Patria” 22. Ledy Abigail y su Grupo Tradición 23. La Chapa 00. SomoSantos Jueves 16 20:30. Academia Amankay 21. Osvaldo Lagos 21:30. Apuro Cuarteto 22. Tahiel 23. Julia Herrera 00. Los Copleros Serranos Viernes 17 20:30. Escuela de Danzas “Jesús María” 21. Federico Roldán “El Cantor del Pueblo” 21:30. Nico Quinteros 22. “Cien Circos Creaciones” de Fausto Encina 23. Leonel Díaz 00. A Bailar 01. Braian Brizuela y su Banda Sábado 18 20.30. Academia “La Juntada” 21. Noches 22. Circo Criollo 23. Leonel Díaz 00. César Lagos 01. La Bifurca Domingo 19 20.30. Academia “El Pampero” 21. Grupo Tradición 22. “Cien Circos Creaciones” de Fausto Encina 23. “Llawar Wajta” junto con Academia “Sentir Nacional” 00. Cumbia GoodNight 01. D’Caravana

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Juárez Celman cerró una exitosa edición de la Fiesta Criolla

Juárez Celman cerró una exitosa edición de la Fiesta Criolla

La segunda y última noche de la Fiesta Criolla convocó a una multitud y tuvo como protagonistas a Roxana Carabajal, Los Hermanos Mattar y Raly Barrionuevo en el escenario. Pero también hicieron cantar y bailar Llawar Llajta con el carnaval boliviano, Mixtura, La Clave Folk, Jarillal y Los Encrucijados Folk.

A las 22, el cielo se iluminó con los fuegos artificiales para dar paso a las academias…

[raireart]

Two drawings of the fantrolls in mine and @kelebriel 's fantroll rp server, The Alternian Dream! Amajne and Llawar talking barter, and Cerith and Sovrie spending quality time together!

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More lineless busts of my characters in the Dragonriders of Pern universe!

[raireart]

More character busts in lineless style for my characters adapted to the world of Dragonriders of Pern. Featuring Genevieve the journeyman weaver, Llawar the journeyman harper, and Shumat the journeyman smith.

[weddylwashc]

Dýlyfyr un (1)

Well, wi ti brifo yng ngefan yto. Bob wsnos wi'n myn i sosiashwn drama cwir, ar dý mowrth, welly wi'n gall cofo fe rows dicŵdd ar ol dý mowrth, walla dý mercher, fi gishas i marfadd corff, welly madd i'n ym mai. Fi gollas y pryd wsnos ma be bynnag, ag am llawar o resyma wi'n iown ganddo.

Wi ti bod tîmlo amäth obiti ag oll y sosiashwn. Wi ti bod ôri i gawl oll ym mroblema, yn speshal ta anstanjwitho neu bod ffuantus ar bob atag, a bod gwelatw gen pobol ta llygid? ych.

Dda i'n pará. Be bynnag, I rows yn pará.

[weddylwashc]

Waunadda

Ma Waunadda'n artal a chymuned trefol ag ynganol Cârdydd, yn De y dinas. Ma Waunadda'n lleoli'n gyffredinol rint Ewl Casnewydd yn ydd ogledd ag y prif reilffor yn y de. Ma y artal yn diddeori Carchar Cârdydd, Sbyty Breninol Cârdydd, un cé Prifscol De Cymru. a llawar o stryts tai.

Yn ydd Ôsodd Canol, Waunadda rows diddeori i mâs y muria dwyrînol Cârdydd, a fe rows i arddal gan y arlwyddi Morgannwg. Gall ydd artal câl i eno i Adam Kygnot, porthwr Cas Cârdydd shag at mil tri chant tri deg (1330).

[raireart]

More fantrolls! I can’t seem to stop drawing them!

[raireart]

Drew my main characters, and added my boyfriend’s main characters, in a height line up.

This was very fun, flexing those character design muscles to make each one distinct and their own body language.

[Edit: Wow tumblr destroyed the quality of this]

[raireart]

Really quick doodles getting some characters down

[clanraire]

When Llawar first arrived to the Chinkana atoll, he’d already been old. Old enough to be weary, and old enough to be cynical of what appeared to him. Too old, to not have a charge, to still be considered a child by his people’s standards.

It was a small lair back then, ten dragons or so to its name. It was comfortable and homey and the guardian in charge made no questions about his charge, only gave a kind, knowing smile and told him to sit and stay a while. And he was so tired, and so heart weary, that he did. He settled in, and went to sleep.

And sleep.

And sleep.

He slept and woke and slept and woke, moving little, and the lair grew around him, slowly, painstakingly. One day, there were eleven more. Another day, there was twelve. And still Llawar slept, until the kelps where he made his bed began to grow on him.

And then there was a fifteenth.

“Why do you sleep so much?”

Llawar quietly eyed the young tundra before him, who was looking at him curiously and openly. “Because I’m tired.”

“Well, yes, duh! But why are you so tired? I’ve only been here a little while, but everyone knows you only sleep.”

“I’m tired because I am tired. Leave me alone“

She tilted her head, silent for a while, before nodding. “No”.

---

She wouldn’t leave him alone.

She came back every day, cheerful, optimistic, everything he wasn’t any longer. She was annoying. Disrespectful. Unable to take a no for an answer. Oh sure, she was “nice” enough, but that didn’t mean she was kind. It would have been a kindness to leave him alone, to wallow until he was swallowed up by his failure and the ache in his chest, the emptiness where he missed his charge.

“Why are kelps green“ she asked suddenly, between grazing around him, “neatening up” his abode. He watched as the bubbles left her mouth and popped into smaller bubbles, as the words came through thick and slurred underwater. Wind magic, he recalled, wind dragons were the only ones who could come and go from Water without problem. He didn’t need bubbles to speak.

“I don’t know. Why is the sky blue”

She chewed reflexively. “What if I found out?”

He laughed at that, and found himself surprised he had. He rarely mustered the emotions to laugh. “What next? Will you find the root of world? Will you uncover the secrets of why corks float?”

She nodded. “Why not?”

He didn’t have a satisfying answer for that.

---

“I’m going away”

He blinked. That was not how he had expected the day to start. He made a questioning sound of his... his companion.

“I’m going to learn. To study. There are places in Light that have scholars. There are these people called ‘scientists’, who ask questions and find answers to them. I’m going to be a scientist.”

“And what,” he asked, “will you do when you can’t find the answers?”

"I’ll find more questions to ask, and some of them will have answers. And maybe they will lead to the original answers”

He snorted, less in amusement and more in derision. “But you will still never have all the answers you want.”

“No. But I’ll be trying.”

---

She brought him gifts. She sent him letters. Short letters, dashed across as she complained about never sleeping at her studies. Long letters, where she expounded on what she learned, and he learned in turn. Letters in which she confided that she sometimes felt lonely. Letters in which sometimes she said she had never felt more alive. Letters that contradicted himself.

He found himself wondering how he’d come to make a friend. Or why he cared.

He began writing back, but his letters were never long. What did he have to say? He did nothing, thought nothing. He was trying to sleep into nothing. But she always asked. “What did you do since my last letter?” So he always answered.

---

They got into their first argument. It was nothing serious, but she’d skipped a step in her reasoning. He’d pointed it out in a letter, and she hadn’t believed it. She wasn’t being detailed enough, he told her. What did he know, she retorted in jagged letters. He wasn’t the one studying.

No, but he’d been learning.

It turned out he’d been right.

---

I’m coming back, said the letter. She had her diploma. The matriarch - the guardian with the knowing smile who had received him was now a matriarch, and he had watched as younger dragons spoke about her in respect, in awed voices - had said that she could make her own research lab. That she would be the first of many.

I’ll be waiting, he said.

He got up. He got up, unsure of what to do, but wanting to do something for her return.

Maybe he’d clean up her old quarters. No grazing. But neatening in turn.

---

He moved in three weeks after she’d returned. They began to argue about everything. She was messy, and suddenly he cared. She left the pots opened. She never tightened the mesh curtain. She left shawls on the floor. She hissed and spat and then laughed at him, and tried. He began picking up the pieces of himself. He began hissing and spitting and then laughing in turn. She needled him when he didn’t care, and then ungratefully resented it when he did. “You’re looking at the little details! Relax!” “But those are the ones that matter!”

---

He still wasn’t whole. He still slept days and days away. But there were fewer days. There were more days where he could stand up and care. A few days where he was... content. When the ache didn’t dominate him into numbness. When it didn’t hurt so much to care.

---

The day his life changed wasn’t the day he found his Charge.

It wasn’t a day. It was the weeks passing into the months melting into years. It wasn’t even a complete change. But it was enough.

Enough that he stood shock still at the edge of the hatching grounds, feeling something right for the first time in his life. Feeling something fill up until it hurt, in his chest, where before it had been empty. He felt his breath catch, as he watched her lay eggs, their eggs, and found that he couldn’t breathe from the realization.

“I’ll protect you” he whispered, looking at the eggs. Then he looked at the rest of the nests, the shells of previous hatchlings, at the other parents. “I’ll protect all of you”.

He could have laughed. The Hatching Grounds! He could have had this, could have been with his charge for years, had he bothered to do more than sleep. If he had bothered to get to know the lair, to make friends, to visit. He’d have already visited this hallowed ground, and felt the rightness thrumming in his bones, telling him this is it, this is what you were hatched for.

But it was alright, because he was here now.

He went forwards, changing his life a bit more, to nuzzle and congratulate his mate, to keep the spotlight on her. He’d tell her after the hatching. For now, he would savour this painful exhiliration. He’d learn what it was to keep trying, like she did.

He slept curled around the nest. He slept, guarding.

[raireart]

A male jadeblood? Yep.

Llawar Yantin