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Sherrie The Poswick Clay Model (2022) - 360 View

Character belongs to @InkDragonWorks

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1000 Days [Bede x Gloria]

Bederia Week 2020 | Day 4: Fantasy | @bede-x-gloria​

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There’s something about forests and their mysteries that draws Gloria’s interest. She could hear the fairy Pokemon snickering, the breeze passing through the thick aisle of trees, the fog seemingly stuck in every dark crevice.

And it wanted to pull her in.

But while Slumbering Weald was boarded up, rightfully closed to trespassers such as herself, Glimwood Tangle was very much accessible. And it’s with that undeniable piqued curiosity that Gloria finds herself sneaking out of Poswick and walking towards the rumored city of Ballonlea.

There’s a strange pull when she stands at the entrance of this particular forest. 

While Slumbering Weald felt mysterious and drowsy, as if in a cursed sleep, Glimwood felt menacing, mischevious, as if it was trying to ward off those who didn’t belong in its depths. But Gloria sees the dim glow of neon fading in and out at the front. Beckoning her. Teasing. Her feet feel heavy as they trudge along the mossy floor, the air thick with a strange mix of humidity and particles that felt like they stuck to her lungs. 

It was an old wives tale if anything, Ballonlea. Supposedly a beautiful city shrouded in natural neon, filled with the calming presence of magic and riddled with the inability for anyone unworthy to enter. It was read to her once, or twice, in her childhood before her questions became too overbearing. Too interested. 

It wouldn’t do well for an unprotected farm girl to enter a place like that--let alone it’s neighboring forest.

Yet she was here, making her way through damp earthy smell, fingers gingerly brushing the slew of bushes, bark, and mushrooms that lit her way for a couple of seconds.

It was captivating to say the least and it filled her with a sense of wonder. A need to know more. A desire to find the hidden city. But suddenly things got too quiet. An eerie wind passing through. A chilling run down her spine. The floor getting more and more uneven underneath her feet as she the roots of the trees cause her to stumble and brush upon yet another pink mushroom.

And as her eyes continue to readjust to the small bit of light she realizes.

She’s been walking in circles.

Pink mushroom now blinking back into darkness for what she could assume was the third time.

She was lost in the maze. In the twists of the falling leaves. In the dark paths that lead seemingly nowhere.

There’s a rustle. A shadow. The breaking of a branch. Her heart jumps, head whipping around to search for the culprit. A wild Pokemon? Maybe worse, as a shaky “h-hello?” escapes her. 

Her voice is small in the secluded forest, swallowed up whole by the overlooking trees.

She slowly swallows, hearing no response. Hands gripping at her sides, her feet solidly planted on the ground...until there’s a soft clip-clop repeating and coming towards her like a haunting melody.

There are many tales of what resides in these forests beyond a lost spirit or Pokemon. Fae. Mythical Beings. Monsters. The unthinkable.

But when a Galarian Rapidash walks towards her with the utmost elegance Gloria can’t help but to blink in awe. A sigh of relief escaping her as she visibly relaxes and slowly approaches the unicorn with an open hand in sign of peace.

“Aren’t you pretty,” Gloria coos, hand gently landing on its nuzzle to place soft pats. 

But then she hears it: a human-like chuckle echoing from the back of the long pastel mane. And soon piercing violet eyes are locking with her simple hazel ones. She finds herself taking a sharp intake of air, jumping away from the Pokemon, falling to the floor quickly and inelegantly as she gazes upon the culprits face.

Beautiful.

Unblemished fair skin, pale blonde curls seemingly acting like strands of silver and platinum, rosy cheeks and crimson lips, and those eyes--they seemed to hold the ability to trap wayward souls like hers.

“First you dare touch my stead,” he sneers, “then you have the audacity to gawk at me.” His brow furrowing in disdain as Gloria tries to wrap her mind around the possibilities.

“Are you a fairy?”

A question said almost silently.

Yet, he rolls his amethyst eyes in disgust, as he effortlessly dismounts. “While we all live as harmonious as can be, don’t you associate me with those low-level tricksters,” he sneers, hand slowly patting along the Rapidash’s body in calming reassurance before he’s leaving its side and kneeling down to her level.

But something in his answer has visibly relaxing, and a smirk touches his lips in response.

Breathtaking.

“I’m much worse than a fae,” he whispers lowly, eyeing Gloria up and down like helpless prey; Stricken down and trapped.

A slow, hot, finger drags down the side of her face, feeling her rounded cheeks, the dip of her jaw, the slow swallow from her dry throat as her heart clamors in her chest.

“A heart like yours would make a delicious snack, now wouldn’t it?” he comments, “young, pure, kind, truly the sweetest I would ever taste in my life time for sure.” 

Flirtatious.

And as her lips part to respond, to defend, to plead--Gloria’s eyes widen to see enough of the faint remnants shrouding him in the dark. Two bushy ears at the top of curls, a tail extending elegantly behind him.

“Fox spirit.”

She can see the corner of his lip twitch.

“You’re lucky I’m on a diet, human,” he mumbles, letting go of her face quickly and all-too suddenly. 

“Who are you?” her voice feeling firmer now. More resolute. Less terrified.

It helped that he seemed to have no real interest in her.

“You humans, so naive, and incredibly have no sense of self-preservation,” he says knowingly, eyeing Gloria as she slowly rises from the ground, paying no attention to the mud or twigs clinging onto her skin. 

And yet her eyes remained glued onto his figure.

His hand gestures vaguely, turning away as he lifts himself back onto the Rapidash.

“I know I for one would value my life when I become human, it would do you well to do the same--”

“Gloria,” she fills in almost involuntarily as if entranced by him and the aura surrounding him.

A single note laugh escapes him.

He leans forward just enough to get a good look at her. “You’re really not scared of dying in this forest to never be found again.”

He chuckles as she shakes her head, but notices how her hands wring at the cloak surrounding her.

At the very least, she was good at hiding behind that elusive facade,

A low hum escapes him.

“I’ll make you a deal, Gloria, I get you out of here, and you--well, let’s just say you’re going to have to keep me in check. I would like to see the world I so badly want to be a part of.”

Cunning.

“What do you m--”

He clicks his tongue, “I think I made myself rather clear.”

He extends his hand towards her from up above. Smile far too knowing and far too captivating.

“Deal or no deal?”

And as Gloria firmly grabs his hand to be lifted onto the unicorn’s back she finds herself agreeing to the exchange.

[imaginethegalarleaue]

Hii I’m loving the headcanons so far! Could I request wedding headcanons for the male gym leaders + Leon? Thank u!!

OOO I love this. I ended up flipping around between self-insert and general a lot but I was too lazy to change it. I hope you enjoy these!

Milo-

Outdoor ceremony in turffield surrounded by nature and flowers Wooloo in the distance 

It is one of the only events he will not wear his hat for

The ceremony is pretty small and intimate 

He cries as he watches you walk down the isle but is smiling wide the whole time

Nessa and Kabu are his Groomsmen 

Definitely writes his own vows 

Kabu--

The ceremony is done in traditional Hoenn fashion, so he wears a Kimono along with you 

One tear escapes but he quickly wipes it away

The Ceremony is abroad in Hoenn 

It’s a very quiet ceremony with very few people

Chances are it was kind of on a whim 

Allistar--

He’s still young and doesn't know what he wants but he does like to imagine it 

Another super quiet ceremony but it is held out in the wild area near the castle ruins where there are plenty of ghost types

A huge cake

Bea is pretty much the only witness it is such a small ceremony 

Purples and deep blues everywhere for the decorations 

Bede--

Holds the ceremony in the streets of Ballonlea 

Everyone in town is invited as well as close friends

Though the media seems to get confused and lost with the help of some psychic and ghost types 

Will deny it if you said he cried

Wrote his own vows and it doesn’t matter if you did too you won’t beat what he said

Opal officiated 

Gordie--

Held at the Circhester Hotel the Media is there

His hair is down for the occasion and his shades are off, though the necklace is still on since it was from his sister

He’s beaming the whole time but that’s ok cause you can hear the sound of his fangirls crying during the ceremony 

You both playfully shove cake in each others faces

Melony did dance with him during the mother son dance and they both seemed super happy for the first time in a long time 

Sauses up retrieving the garder which makes you blush like crazy and roll your eyes 

Piers--

All of Spikemuth is shut down for the event 

Gates are closed unless you were invited 

Everything about the event is casual from the dress to the pizza for the dinner. You two care more about finally being married then making it flashy or expensive 

The speech Marnie gives as the sister of the groom makes both of you cry

She also catches the bouquet and Piers glares at anyone who looks at Marnie funny for the rest of the night 

Raihan--

Celebrity wedding at its finest 

The ceremony is held in Hammerlocke Stadium 

The wedding basically paid for itself since tickets were sold for the event

It was also live streamed

But despite the publicness of the ceremony the reception was super small and intimate being only your family and the other gym leaders and friends

If Gordie’s garder toss was saucey then this one was straight up pornographic 

Whisks you away as soon as possible because you are finally his and he wants to make sure you remember that for a long LONG time (in the best way of course)

Leon--

Everyone was shocked when he said he wanted just a quiet ceremony in Poswick but they respected his wishes 

No one knows if Leon or Hop cried more

The ceremony and reception were done at his house

Instead of a couples dance he and his partner have a pokemon battle 

Raihan is best man and photographer making sure to only get the most awkward shots as well as the best ones so he and his partner can laugh at them for the rest of their lives. 

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Charles LECHAT - [Réunion mondaine de jockeys].

Lithographie en couleurs, monogramme de l'artiste dans la planche. 590 x 790 mm. Placée sous cadre vitré en bois. Amusante caricature dans laquelle tous les protagonistes sont habillés en jockeys et, dont les noms de certains ont été écrits à l'encre dans la marge inférieure: Baron de Kerchove, Loulou van de Poele, Tonton van den Branden, Didi van Derton, Jacques du Roy, Baron Linden, Mickey Staepoole, baron Pierre de Rossius, Cap. Ysenbrandt, Poswick, J. de Halloy, Cap. Bodart, Jean Lebrun, Dewinter, Warren, Bonvalet, Harry, Henri du Roy, Lt Dupré, baron Clifford, Carl Rapelaer et le petit Crawhez. Non désencadrée.

https://www.invaluable.com/auction-lot/charles-lechat-reunion-mondaine-de-jockeys-.-7244c6dab7

[inkdragonworks]

Decided to spend the week picking at an older project that also involved Tiera. It's still pretty early on and up in the air, but it's a 2D platformer set in a haunted Hotel. Yikes!

For starters, here's a death+respawn animation.

Ledge grabbing, and Tiera being able to pull herself up, drop down, or jump off from it.

Throwing things now has a reticle that goes up/down automatically to indicate direction. She can also shake furniture for items, but doing it too long may annoy whatever else is inside them.

The hotel will have rugs, which, if Tiera stands at one end, she can throw to cause a curl to roll down it. This can catch some of the staff/residents by surprise.

Tiera can also crawl underneath it, if she prefers a more passive/sneaky route.

She might prefer staying out of sight too. The guests tend to be aggressive.

All in all, it'd be a game where Tiera has to be careful, and not screw around. I'll poke at it more one day, but for now I should jump back on Poppin & Jupa. Thanks for reading.

[inkdragonworks]

Concept art of Heath Amber, a firefly teen also adventuring across Synnia, that Poppin and Jupa come across and tends to butt heads with the latter due to their personalities.

He can cast spells and is accompanied by two animate swords that are possessed by two poswicks.

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GIFs of something I was messing with earlier this year, a platformer involving Tiera in a Hotel.

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Poswicks and ghosts

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Clay Model of inkdragonworks' "Sherrie The Poswick"

(made in 2022)

Character belongs to him

[inkdragonworks]

Who was the oldest character you made chronologically? And I guess in-universe too but I would assume that would be Sherrie sense she's a ghost and like dead for 100s of years of whatever's.

The very first character I made was Cleave The Dragon, based on a stuffed animal of mine.

He was used for a lot of early game/story ideas that I would play in my head as a kid. I haven't really included him much as I could never draw him in a way that would match what I had in my head. I still imagine him existing somewhere in Poppin and Jupa's setting, but in a different country. He likes swords.

Sherrie I haven't pinned an age down for but she may or may not be that old. While she looks like a ghost, she's part of a species called Poswicks, which are will-o-wisps born into life.

Poswicks can be immortal but tend to get themselves killed eventually through some shenanigans. She's definitely more cautious than the average one, and has taken on a pretty unique form due to that and her personality. She could be in her 20s or 30s or 100s or 200s, it's hard to say at the moment.

But she's definitely not the oldest living thing on Jugendin, Poppin and Jupa's planet. That's a tricky thing to answer right now cause some stuff I have planned veer heavily into spoilers for future stories, involves souls being reborn and it's debatable whether it even counts as the same "character".

The most straightorward answer right now to the oldest character would be Mock, a pterodactyl warlock jester. He's older than magic itself (by like, 15-16 years) and has witnessed/ushered in some pretty important events in his lifetime (the parts where he wasn't magically encased in stone, anyway).

He doesn't really look or act his age, and he probably prefers to keep it that way.

[inkdragonworks]

Two creatures from Synnia!

A Poswick is a ghost-like being living in swamps, forests, and abandoned structures. They're an emotive bunch, often seen playing tricks and harassing other living things, sometimes even possessing their body for a while. This particular one seems nice though...

A Fairy, an endangered race due to their wish-granting powers that kill them in the process of casting it. Hunted down for decades, they're rumored to be extinct, or possibly hiding.