#taban vidor

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Not sure if I’ll get around to finishing this one, so here’s a partially colored version! 

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Why did love put a gun in my hand? In my bed, in my head, in my hand Was it for redemption? Was it for revenge? Was it for the bottle? Was it for the ledge? Was it for the thrill of pushing my hope to the edge? Why did love, why did love put a gun in my hand?

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Want some poopy OC doodles?

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An OC doodle a day keeps the sadness away? 

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3B or 4B for Wesa and Taban x3

Yessss, my idiot space children!  It warms my heart that anyone bothers to ask me about them, even if they are probably only doing it because they know I wanna draw them anyway and I need an excuse ;___;

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Its midnight, post your dumb OCs! 

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Taban napkin doodle c:

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Super old art of my babiesssss

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Pffft.  I forgot that Taban’s name meant genius. (And Vidor means happy)   Meanwhile, Ada means Noble (as in rich/powerful). Um.  And Wesa is the Cherokee word for cat.  I uh, don’t have a very good explanation for that one. (Plus, I’ve always pronounced it Weh-suh like a female version of the name Wes/Wesly.  Which is. . . not how it’s pronounced in Cherokee if I remember right)

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Taban for the diary entry! (I'm about to sleep but I wanted to send this before I nodded off, glad I caught this before I went to bed xD)

LOG 115.34.8976

I’ve been assigned to the Celestial Guard.  There, I said it.  I received top ranking and have been accepted into the elite guard.  It’s not bragging if I don’t say it out loud, right?  All my hard work is finally paying off.  Hopefully I won’t have to work so hard to prove myself in the future - surely the other Blades will have to at least recognize that I was good enough to get here by myself, right?  Even the grandson of the Hilt wouldn’t be able to rise this high in the rankings by nepotism alone. 

Except. . . this place is so empty.  Vaulted ceilings and gleaming metal floors and endless echoing hallways.  So many old, sealed off rooms, their original functions long since gone unneeded.  There’s so much still silence here.  It’s enough to make you miss the crowded bustle of the barracks, if only a little. 

I’m supposed to meet my charge this afternoon.  I wonder which one of the Star Clan I have been selected to guard?  I hope we get along, though I know I’m not really meant to talk with them.  Surely even the Stars get lonely from rattling about in this empty silver cathedral, right? I know I’m not really meant to care about this sort of thing - after all, I’m still only a member of the innumerable and ever-replaceable Blades.  I shouldn’t go about thinking that I’m special. . . especially not since the Stars were rather notorious for rejecting guards and sending them on their way for the smallest of offenses.  

You know, I started writing this in hopes that organizing my thoughts would help me feel a little less nervous as I sat waiting in this ridiculous ringing silence, but I think that its only making the situation worse.  I should be paying more attention to my current surroundings and worry about thoughts and feelings later.  It wouldn’t do to be caught unaware and scribbling in the corner when I should be standing at attention and waiting for the Captain of the Guard to introduce me to my new duties.  Who is late, I might add.  I probably shouldn’t add that. Is he going to ask to see my daily log?

. . .

Clearly the Blades still have it out for me, competence ratings aside.  I have been sent here to fail, clearly, obviously.  I might as well start getting my last will and testament in order, send word to the rest of the Clan to begin preparations to welcome a new soul because clearly, CLEARLY I am meant to expire of pure anxiety alone. 

The Night Queen.  Somna.  The Moon.  Death.  That’s who I have been sent to guard.  The very Moon herself.  It seems that the day before yesterday, the Moon saw fit to return her previous Blade to the Pool after he became quite damaged in her service.  Guarding the Night Queen has never been the safest of posts, and with all of the violent unrest in the east. . . Listen, I knew that I was never the most popular in the Blades, but did they really have to send me to die?  

Not to mention all of the terrifying stories that trickle down through the Blades about Her.  She was not one to be out among the general populace, which means that most people have very little idea of what she could possibly be like.  Because of that, I know I should discount most - if not all - of the rumors about her, but I have to say, it’s hard to imagine that she could be anything but how the stories paint her.  Sharp and cold.  Placid, like a still, dark pool filled with predators.  Death incarnate, harsh and unyielding.  Of course, there’s also a small group who insists just the opposite, and maybe that could be true as well.  It was hard to say - the few who had contact with the Queen largely experienced the event as their very final moments, so it wasn’t like there were many first hand accounts to go around.  

I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself then.  Maybe I could send word back to the Blades later - I’m sure they would be interested.  It’s been a very long time since the last changing of the guard and the previous Blade assigned to this post had been entirely silent on the matter.  

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It also amuses me that despite his surname meaning “Happy,” Taban is probably the crankiest of all of my characters.  But mostly because he’s got some mad paranoia going on about keeping Wesa safe.  

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I don’t recall ever writing Taban as being particularly smart though, aside from being clever enough to get Wesa off the planet and keep the two of them from dying.  He’s more street smarts than anything.  

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C6 for Taban

I thought you said c3 for whatever reason, so enjoy this bonus sketch of one of my idiot space children.  

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In honor of Halloween, here’s something truly spooky - my old art!  

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Taban is a good guy, quiet with a soft personality.   He’s very stubborn though and gets irritated/anxious when things don’t go according to plan.  He’s slow to anger and always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt - which has caused him more than a little trouble in his line of work.  He trains diligently and takes good care of himself and his body but has a tendency to completely ignore the fact that he gets sick and sometimes needs to rest.  He acts like he hates puns, but secretly he enjoys them.  He can come off as very serious and stern until you get to know him better. 

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Cranky Taban