#marisa oh

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Talym Rend and his son Novos

Art for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

Art Direction: Jonas Andreassen

Artists: Marisa Oh, Joe Meehan, James Strehle, Reza Ilyasa, Bogdan Merica, Luis Lasahido

[olistar255]

Stress management

[iknaenmal]

ive only known them for a day but i really like them

[egguv]

imperishable night

🌑prints🌑

[tinpot64]

making comics is easy actually im gonna make more :3

[madisoncounty]

Every Marisa Coulter Outfit in His Dark Materials (2019 - 2022)

[sukimas]

hakurei reimu, prior to perfect cherry blossom: so you know how food and money randomly appear in your house sometimes, right? so anyway i was—

kirisame marisa, green with envy: no i do not know. in fact that has never happened to me in my life

[tragicotps]

Lyra, Asriel and Marisa + Calling each other out on their lies

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

team magic's run in imperishable night really did start off like a dang glitter bomb huh

Marisa. You are a Japanese vertical scrolling bullet hell shoot 'em up character. And you just said. Word for word. One of the more famous ways to indirectly say "i love you' from Japanese literature.

"the moon sure is beautiful" is almost a dang meme. i've read a nanofate yuri doujin based around this phrase

but whatever girl. go off i guess

wow alice you are so convincing, you are so not going to spend the rest of the night trading quips with her, getting annoyed when her previous bravado vanishes for a sec when faced another girl / childhood friend, aggravated by her sudden stuttering, and then goading her back into her usual explode things self, siccing her on reimu like and attack dog- yep. 100%. you will be so normal about all this, alice

but until then

pre-violence buddy chat, finishing each other's thoughts, now suddenly arguing over who's having MORE fun, alice please...

you two bicker like the old enemies to friends to whatever that you are

maybe you did, marisa, but you and alice sure ain't dodging the allegations in this team up. again. as usual

[alangdorf]

(sorry for leaving y’all in suspense I was grocery shopping) Surprise!! I accidentally got into Len’en like two weeks ago. Whoops! I got ideas for cool drawings to do with each of the BPoHC shrine team members (and you-know-who, ofc, but that one might be… weird lol), but Tsubakura gets to go first cause theirs is the simplest; just greyscale + red color scheme with a split background and the pose is mostly random (maybe they’re squishing Tsurubami’s little eye thing? Idk). Very pleased with how everything worked out; the line for the eye is exactly where the dividing line for the background was and the way I managed to make the vest corseted while not changing the ribbon placement is just perfect. Although I did make their hat smaller out of the aforementioned cowardice also that thing is hard to draw

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Still from "The Fringe" cinematic for The Elder Scrolls: Legends

Art by Volta Studio. Not individually credited.

Luckily they list the credits for the entire cinematic:

Art Direction:

Jonas Andreassen

Artist(s) :

Marisa Oh, Joe Meehan, James Strehle, Reza Ilyasa, Bogdan Marica, Lius Lasahido

[broken-clover]

If I said 'this is an image taken from a letsplay video done by actual officially hired voice actors for street fighter 6, one of whom actually voices one of the characters pictured and was posted unironically onto youtube by the, again, actual actors hired by capcom,' I can understand if you'd think I was pulling your leg because I still feel like I'm lying despite knowing full well I'm not. Also the squirrels dance.

[saeraas]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

[shameimaruru]

Template by TAGASAING on twitter. I wanted an excuse to draw in psuedo zun style. Also I drew the EOSD Marisa in the first panel.

[posallys]

no the way you’re so right about not trusting the writers with sally’s character…

the interaction she had w grover outside of chb was so strange and out of character. like what she said to percy was cute and made me emotional but what she said to grover was so weird and icky and i was also not a fan. r*ck truly cannot write women and it was so obvious in this

My thing is like. She was perfect in the books! She was right there!! Literally you have the gospel at your fingertips and you fucked it up how on earth????? "My mother has never raised her voice" etc etc "in a tone she'd never used before" ....how are you going to have her talk to gabe like that (i don't even want to get into it)....how are you GOING TO HAVE HER BASICALLY YELLING AT SOMEONE SHE SEES A CHILD TO PROTECT HER CHILD WHEN SHE KNOWS THATS NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS????? like my brother in christ you wrote the book you literally wrote it i know you have a copy if it all you had to do was have it open on the table when writing the script like HUH

[freuleinanna]

Mama loves you.

Marisa - harder than most mothers, it's safe to say - often heard the words spoken with unbearable softness. Not in her family, but the words danced in the streets, touching her ears like a melody. Mama loves you. Everything's alright, child. Mama loves you.

She remembers wanting to say the magic words more than anything in the world. The golden daemon never blinked, never moved, just sat beside her. Mesmerized, he never, not even for a moment, looked away from little Lyra and her soul companion as though if he did, they might have disappeared. As though his eyes were the only thing keeping them in existance. He knew then, Marisa thinks. He knew she wouldn't say it. She wouldn't dare.

She remembers words dissolving quicker than a thin layer of ice on a tongue. She remembers being hopelessly, cruelly mute.

Some things should live in minds only, is appears. In beautiful what-ifs, and never on the lips. They give the vow of silence, and Marisa's soul never utters another words as if none would be good enough. Fine, she decides. Silence it is.

Until.

Until.

Twelve years pass before Marisa sees her child. She is armed to the teeth, oozing danger with a metal-scented touch, stunning in a way nobody dares to confront, fully prepared - and the girl, the girl wears raggedy clothes and hardly knows what soap is. She bites nails. She stuffs food in her mouth. She's got a scar on her forehead and exactly three random, unevenly placed moles on her left cheek. That little monster attacks Marisa's heart like a bloodthirsty Tartar. She's got hugs instead of rifles. Marisa would have preferred the rifles. Blades. Anything. Lyra is running about with a string tied around her mother's throat. She's a wind-borne kite. Every time the girl throughtlessly gets too far, Marisa feels her lungs being yanked out of the chest.

Words return. Words seize her, rattle through her to the point where she cannot bear silence any longer, and the only thing stopping Marisa from saying them is not having enough breath. That, and the impossible task of saying words you never learned to say.

So she finds other words.

Blue is quite your color.

Mama loves you.

I think you can be extraordinary.

Mama loves you.

I'm only trying to protect you.

It starts spilling in every conversation. It's everything she's able to say after twelve years of silence. My place is with her. I want her with everything I have. If you find her, please keep her safe.

Mama loves you, loves you.

Lyra grows up having never, ever heard those words.

Her mother is hopelessly, cruelly late for saying them. It doesn't stop her from living them till the last breath.