#ve. interactions

[mcrcki]

"let me guess, you're a witch too?" vesta stared at the mirror of her own face, surprised to finally see her own doppelganger, here in this place of all places. with how paranoid the towns people were, she knew this would only add suspicion to her. "this could be good for us.."

@fightingdragcnswithycu for astrid deetz

[shrimpyjackal]

Oh yes I am so, so funny

I`m gonna explode into confetti-

[w1ng-gl0ss]

coughs up a lung hi can you take any vooraines (??( pannel and make it cronus and eridan in my au theyre brothers and theyre Happy And I just want eridan fo be HAPPY

LET THEM BE HAPPY

Sorry this took so long! Apparently the sketchy panels are a lot harder to clean up than the solid ones QmQ

[astro-cattus]

A Change of Perspective

I was not expecting so much attention on my latest Flatland artwork, as I´m writting my biggest post so far it´s about to hit 400 notes.

Thank you to everyone for sharing my artwork, following me and thanks to everybody leaving comments on them, I truly appreciate what you have to say about my work!

So, I wanted to write a little about my personal relationship with this novel. Although small, it did help me create a point of reference for my growth over these years.

I knew about this novel since 2016, after the 2016 Bill Q&A mentions Edwin A. Abott. Of course my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to figure out this world. I ended up falling on a 4th dimension theory and Mathematics rabbit hole.

Since a lot of conversations surrounding the book where around theories on the 4th dimension, rather than giving political comentary on the book. As it´s rediscovery was made in the year 1920´s, one could imagine why that was the case. For the most part, due to Einstein´s main interest being how Edwin A. was able to somehow predict the 4th dimension´s existence.

Thanks to this, I didn´t take Flatland´s themes into consideration, and just read a few chapters out of order.

July 2024, The Book of Bill releases. Once again, there´s a reference to the novel in one of the pages. And for old times sake I decided to revisit Flatland. Curiously it´s when I got recommended the 2007 Flatland movie to no end, I eventually, after a long weekend of College work, decided to watch it as I animated.

After that, I decided this time I would finally give myself the time to finish the novel. With an older and more open mind I was able to finish the book and understand it´s themes; critiquing bigotry and seeing the world through a whole new perspective. Makes me wish little me finished the book instead of taking its message for granted, could’ve helped get over some mayor denial I had back then.

I believe things happen a certain way for a reason, maybe it was for the better that I didn’t finish that book back then, at least it gave me the opportunity to better appreciate it :^]c

I hope this community keeps on growing. And I hope to see more people create more content for this interesting world!

[mcrcki]

"you work here, or something?" vesta asked, pushing off the doorway into jabba's office, which was currently empty, despite her being so sure he'd be in today.. either way, she might as well get to know more of the people she'd be thrown into the streets with. "i'm new."

@mischiefxmuses for zash baen

[mcrcki]

"stars, you were absolutely not cut out for this at all." vesta couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up, watching lilo process all of this. "no of course i don't feel bad! if i felt bad about every person i killed, i'd never get anything done!" it wasn't like they had a long list, but it was long enough to be desensitized. "they were trying to kill you, they matter way less less than myself, who, currently wants to leave you alive. mainly for the entertainment factor. also, he woke up, i don't see why we're pressed."

"No!" Lilo shouted quickly. "I just figured- y'know. Maybe you might've watched from afar? I don't know how killing people works! Don't you feel bad?" Of course, what Vesta says next assures that she probably in fact does not feel bad, and Lilo finds themselves frowning. "Because they're a person. They matter just as much as you or me."

[galedekarios]

a bioware game tradition datv def carries on for me personally is that i just don't vibe with any of the comp/comp or comp/npc ship they cooked up.

[mcrcki]

"is this the part where i get chastised for getting my ass handed to me by some crazy girl with a knife, or can we just be relieved i'm back to normal?" vesta asked, moving to sit beside her aunt the moment she found her, not knowing if their family was going to be annoyed with her over everything-- especially not when aellyn was out here being a jerk about the whole thing.

@tragcdysewn for kore sekkari

[muscariii]

Made these two things since I had a little bit of time. To be honest I don't really like how the first one turned out :( I wanted it to look better. Rasha was made really quickly and I basically just wanted to draw her even if it's low effort. I miss her.

I'm currently really overworked since I've got a lot of assignments to do at art school. Sadly I don't have much time to draw morrowind stuff and yeah... :(

I've been thinking about what to do with the comic since it will definitely take a while until I get the next part done.

I wanted to make a poll with a few ideas I had for it but would you guys even want to vote in it?

[mcrcki]

"well, no more missing each other, cause it sucked being away from you all for that long." not that vesta knew any better while it was happening, but still, her point still stood. not having her family at her side for years? it was a hard pill to swallow. especially when the longest she'd been away from her family back home was what? a few weeks, maybe a month at most, when they were all out on one mission or another. but it wasn't the same as being here in a city, completely cut off from them for years. "twenty two, seven. final offer." she countered, knowing that that alone was enough to earn her title of a brat. "so we don't let him have any sympathy." she smiled, rolling her eyes at the question. "because! you're technically in charge! can't you just this one time pull rank? please please please please." she pouted, letting her eyes go wide and pleading back at her aunt. okay, so she really wasn't helping her case. "is that because you would be mad about the choking, or worried about me?" she wanted to know what her aunt's motivation would have been if kore had gone after her at their first meeting. she's sure a big part of it is that she'd have such a strong connection to the force, and have no way to control it. "as long as they're pretty and follow directions." okay, maybe vesta could let go of the disgust in their tone at the idea of their aunt being anywhere near a jedi for very long, but still, her nose was scrunched as kore spoke. "wait, wait-- she was still wearing those ugly ass robes? even now? and you still slept with her? you all needed me more than you wanted to admit, i could've told you this was a bad idea from the start. aren't you just starting a feud with a group of jedis? what happens if they come after us?" vesta didn't know really what a jedi might do if their padawan was corrupted, but she was afraid to find out. and while she trusted her family, knowing that they could all handle themselves, being left on the sidelines because she didn't have a saber, or one of them getting hurt trying to fight some stupid jedi? neither scenario vesta wanted any part of. especially not when she knew that aunt aly was back, somehow, some way, her aunt was alive. "wait, she's here but they don't remember it? they-- so what? i'm supposed to just lie to them?" that didn't feel right at all. aunt aly deserved the truth. "booooo-- don't be lame, kore. you know there is someone, super close by, like.. we could get them here in the blink of an eye who could, i don't know, teach me how to use the whip!" she huffed, still playing with the knife despite her complaints, knowing that it was a longshot to begin with. "you think it'll be enough pieces? cause i can start working on that, i remember how to build one from back home." she grinned, the idea of having a weapon again only igniting that excitement in them. "i can't wait to fight a jedi with their own blade."

"i have. apparently we've just been missing each other all this time. i haven't lost my memories, though. just bad luck, i suppose, as well as you being a bit suppressed in the force so that i missed your presence." not that she was thrilled about that, but it was better than both of them running around with amnesia for however long this place deemed appropriate. she had no desire to exist with fake memories, it seemed like a horrific ordeal she had no time or energy to deal with. "you were a brat twenty four-seven, sweetheart, and we both know it." she shot back immediately, keeping a smirk over her face. "oh, he'll pout forever if he thinks it'll get him sympathy, and i don't know why you think i would have the sway to stop him from doing so." she supposed she was the vane's master in the most technical sense, but it had never felt that way, they'd always been her family rather than the next generation of sith. "i think if you tell him that, it might get you some points in your favor." eros loved hearing he was right, and they both knew it. "vesta, if you'd choked me, we'd have been having this conversation right after i found you." if her control had been that low, she have been as much a danger to herself as she was to her family, and it wouldn't have been up for debate that she needed to be reminded immediately. "very pretty, and really, they're basically a pet, you should have seen how quickly i wrapped her around my finger." perhaps she'd introduce kaya to her family one of these days, let them see just how idiotic the jedi had let their students become. "honestly, she was just the most devoted padawan i've ever met, still wearing their robes after months in this city, and i was bored. wanted to see if they'd break their vows for me. the master was just a bonus. he's so mad at my very existence, it's incredible." kore's face is suddenly much more serious, nodding slowly in response to the question. "it was her, vesta. she's alive, but they don't remember what happened to them. your father and i have been trying to figure out how to bring it up without upsetting them too much." the sith rolled her eyes, ignoring that particular comment, before standing to pace as her mind worked. "you barely know how to use that whip, i'm not leaving it as your primary weapon, you'll cut your own damned hand off before you take someone else's." she mutters. "i still have my jedi blade. you can tear it apart, bleed the crystal, do whatever you want with it, and i'm sure we can find more similar materials if it isn't enough. the kyber is the most important part anyways. and i'll just claim my saber was destroyed in an accident if any of the people that believe i'm a jedi question why i don't have it."

[ask-guidinglight]

“Why the fuck are you helping them? It doesn’t even benefit you, honestly, it’s just stupid.”

- @sebastiansolace-official

"Someone seems like he's had a bad day."

They jokingly say to the fellow blue 'guide,' before seriously answering the question.

"...I do not enjoy letting the Visitors perish on their own. I truly wish to see them succeed and get past all those doors, to leave this olace they're otherwise helplessly stuck in."

"..."

"...Though, even if I didn't help them... there is not much to do on my end. Observing the Hotel can get stale quick, and I can barely affect its physical world on my own."

[idrellegames]

FIRST STRIKE, PART 2 NOW AVAILABLE ON PATREON ✨

Ves Sithia and Ren Varadon have worked side-by-side for years as assassins for the Swiftmark chapter of the Erebian League. Now, on the night of an important assignment, tensions are rising as Ves begins to doubt the one person they thought they could trust forever.

A scream of joy rips from Ves’ throat. It is a silent cry. No words, no sound, just the endless, gaping thrill that precedes the moment of death. The gale of freefall rushes over them, through them, swallowing them whole. It pulses in every part of their being, flesh and metal both, encasing them in its song. They are one with the wind and the air, their magic surging as they plummet to the earth. Their body hums with wisps of bronze light, brightening to a searing beacon, and they puncture the wards headfirst. Vibrations crack in their ears, kaleidoscopic lines fracturing outwards across the invisible barrier, the only sign of the break in the defenses. Bright enough to be of notice. Bright enough to draw the attention of anyone looking up. Not that it matters. It is already too late. It is ten heartbeats to fall from the peak of their ascent to their mark’s demise. They are as the wave crashes to shore, as the arrow is shot from the bow—unstoppable, inexorable, a force of nature. Once they have been released, it is a matter of seconds before they tumble from the sky and their mark’s blood waters the ground.

This is Part 2 of 2. Short stories are available on my Patreon and are exclusive to the Wayfarer tier and up.

[mcrcki]

@mischiefxmuses said : “I don’t really do Halloween, it’s a bit silly really.” - Zash to Vesta

"oh come on, don't act so lame, zash." vesta collapsed into the couch in one of the den's, tossing a small piece of candy at him. "it was like, the weekend to just get away with anything and you, what? sat at home? or worse.. did you work?"

[mcrcki]

"how'd you do that?" vesta didn't really care about pleasantries or anything of the sort, having just watched them ignite and extinguish a flame in just the palm of her hand.. "what, do you have like a really weird looking lighter or something?"

azula & vesta ( @mcrcki )

azula hadn't meant to meditate in the park, but given the changing seasons it had been quieter than usual and it had just felt right. but when she heard leaves crunching around someone's feet, she extinguished the flame in her hand. "can I help you with something?"

[andihungy]

Hey minors please please please don’t interact. I’m a grown woman and don’t condone or support anyone else doing the things I do. Please block me and don’t interact. I’ve already had to block a few of y’all. And if I accidentally interact with you please block me. Stay safe 💖

[hexastitchimera]

Hey friends, I've noticed that it's that time of year where people are being nasty, specifically and especially to us madfolk. If you've gone through that personally, I'm very sorry, and you have my solidarity & support.

However, if you'd like to know something that helps me a lot, is in relation to the dreaded rhetoric of:

[ TW: reality questioning / gaslighting ]

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"Reality is a simulation!!"

"Life is an illusion!!"

"You can't prove anybody else exists!!"

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[ /End TW ]

And all the others exactly like them.

Though I used to be very distressed over these claims, I've found a way to cope with them that doesn't involve lying to yourself and your rightful anxieties. If anything, it can foster a better sense of trust in ourselves, as well as a confidence boost.

When this rhetoric pops up, I tell myself:

"This does not and will not change how I have been living thus far. I will continue to live my life as usual."

"Even if that was true/real, there is inherent power in being unaffected and living life as usual despite knowing so."

And, most importantly, "MY lived experience is my LIVED experience, illusion or not."

Nothing about ferociously affirming- or denying- any aspect of what is "truly real" or not. You are focusing on and validating the experience of the most important POV in your existence, which is to say yourself and your own.

Though I am fully aware that, in the heat of the moment, our brains will respond in protective albeit intense ways, practice practice practice. Personally, I had to coax myself for nearly a month's worth of episodes before this technique started digesting.

Once your brain makes the pathways and connections however, you will find that it gets easier. It doesn't have to ever be "cured"- I still get paranoid myself over reality- but it can be mitigated for YOUR safety and comfort.

Because at the end of the day, YOU are here. YOU deserve nothing but peace, safety, good health, good company, and good times. Never let anybody- especially non-madfolk and psychiatry- tell you otherwise.

Love & Solidarity to you All,

- Delta 💜