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((So I redid ol' A'kky's icon and since I use this blog so infrequently, I'm guessing that not many people actually knew that it's really centered around two characters!
The big green one is an older wayfarer named Hephaes and, yes, he has actually been featured here before, haha! He's sort of slow and quiet, but he likes to make pretty and useful things. For some reason, he's tasked with watching over the restless, unstable spirit of A'ksethys, which he has recently placed in a nice little box. Probably to shut him up.
Previously, they were located at a small shrine A'ksethys built for himself when he was still alive during the Golden Age, but Hephaes recently decided it was best to pack up the irate ghost and move. They have yet to settle down in a new location.))
#A'ksethys#Hephaes#Journey OCs#they're like an old married couple kind of#except Hephaes just absolutely does not tolerate any of A'kky's bullshit#he's too quiet for A'kkey to get a rise out of#which probably only makes him more angry
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..::AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN YOU MISERABLE SCRAG OF FILTH??!!::..
How is it that a nice guy like you descended from that assbutt?
::…..”nice guy”…..::
::…er… thank you…but…::
::…You mean?…Oh…. Oh, by the light, no….::
::As far as I understand it….I’m not actually biologically descended from A’ksethys….::
::It’s more a matter of me harboring his soul and less… with him having anything to do with my birth parents…Whoever they might have been.::
::I suppose when his essence was dissolved into the Mountain’s light, it was the luck of the draw who it would be recycled into…::
::….I’ve never been very lucky…::
::I suppose that’s something to be thankful for, though… I would hate to think I was related to that man in any more ways than I already am.::
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The Stranger and the Decorative Box - Starter for Vertid
It wasn't often that the lumbering Keeper left the shrine he so carefully guarded. In fact, other than short trips to gather supplies, it was never. He would pride himself on his unwavering devotion if it were a part of him that was pliant. But it wasn't. It wasn't a choice to be that way, it was just the way he was. He didn't know how to be anything other than absolute and so he was.
And so he had been for many years. Many long years. He didn't even concern himself with the particular number anymore. Time was nothing to bother with when it wasn't a luxury and he was decidedly without luxuries. Fortunately, that only made his current burden and task that much less imposing. He was changing location and without an abundance of things to take with him or leave behind, the Keeper faced little difficulty in doing so. He would take his anvil, his hammer, his blades.His bucket, his jar, his urn, his vase, his bottle, his wooden post, and a small, but decorative black box. All of these supplies were easily secured to his back and he left his old location as soundlessly as he had arrived so many years ago. The spirit of an old witch had pleaded with him not to leave but his decision was final. He assured her that his return was likely, just not immediately.Days of walking ensued. He walked on through day and night, sun and stars. Never slowing, never faltering. He was absolute in his journey and before long, he had found himself amidst the beginnings of the rocky ascent to the great Mountain. He was not accustomed to the cold air of the mountains. It had never suited him in the past and it was certainly no better now. Despite the temperature and the howling snow, he pressed on with unwavering pace.It was not until some hours later, when his vision was entirely obscured by the white of the snow, that he determined he was lost.He hadn't been lost in so very long that it stopped him in his tracks and he simply stood, silent and dumbfounded.What did one do when they were lost? He simply couldn't remember...And so he pondered, alone in the snow, still and silent.
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..::...Mm.... It's been a long while since I've heard that sound.::..
A dead, ominous silence filled the air.
It had been a rather windy day – more so than usual – gusts tossing small, thin waves of sand over the desert. Some of the cloth creatures had difficulty with the gusts, while others rode them and enjoyed themselves. But then all of a sudden, the wind died, the air becoming eerily still.
Some hesitant cloth creatures became wary and started to seek out shelter, trusting their instincts. Others stayed out fearlessly, chirping and playing as if nothing was wrong – yet something was very wrong. The silence was too much. The air became strained, heavy, its silence a warning to those enveloped in it.
Then, something appeared on the horizon. It looked like a sandstorm, but as it got closer, it became much more obvious that its size far exceeded the light sandstorms the desert would often get. A monstrous wall of thick, dark dirt and sand raced closer and closer at an alarming pace, towering so high that it surely reached halfway up the mountain. It was a Storm. The sight of the wall of sand in the distance shook any elder aged enough to remember when the last Storm hit many, many years ago. They urged those around them to gather supplies and find shelter before it hit, the urgency and insistence in their tone convincing many to do just that.
The cloud approached, its tendrils pervading the entire stretch of desert – no end could be seen. Suddenly, the silence was broken as a sudden, forceful gust of wind howled by, followed shortly by the wave of dust. Visibility was next to nothing, the sky dark as night so clouded with dirt and sand it was. Whatever cloth creatures that remained out were thrown about in the violent surge of wind and sand, unable to fight against the strength of the gusts. Normally, during the usual sandstorms, the creatures – albeit with difficulty �� would be able to navigate through the winds. With this monstrous storm, however, they stood no chance against nature’s force.
After what seemed like an endless amount of wind and sand, a small break came in the miasma-like clouds in the evening – but only because a torrential rain parted them. The red dust still hung heavy in the air and was blown about recklessly, but it had quite literally been watered down a bit by the sudden rain. Soon enough, the endless rain started to carve into the dunes and carry all it could get its claws on with it. Thunder rolled across the sky, making the ruins across the desert tremble, and occasionally lightning illuminated the heavy spread of dust in the air.
It didn’t show any signs of stopping.
((the monsoon/haboob event will be going until next friday, the 15th! it will basically just be nonstop rain and sandstorms, alternating between the two and at the worst points combining them. it’s pretty bad - if you haven’t experienced either a haboob or a monsoon before, LET ME TELL YOU…. as an arizonan, i’d say i portrayed them pretty well. i’ll post some reference pictures in case anybody doesn’t believe me in a separate post. ENJOY~))
((edit: also in that first pic, those little red dots are cloth dolphins~))
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What would happen if you lost your temper? Would you glare at us some more? Make more empty threats? Put on another harmless light show?
..::ENOUGH!!!!::..
..::HOW /DARE/ YOU SPIT SUCH INSOLENCE!!::..
..::YOUR HUBRIS WILL BE YOUR UNDOING YOU WRETCHED COWARD!!!::..
..::SHOW YOURSELF!!::..
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The Element of Surprise
..::MY PATIENCE FOR THIS NONSENSE WEARS THIN.::..
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I Love to Laugh
..::I WOULDN'T DREAM OF IT.::..
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..::BE MORE CAREFUL WHERE YOU STAND, WOMAN, IT SEEMS YOU'VE KNOCKED INTO MY TONGUE.::..
..::ANYHOW, NO, OF COURSE I WON'T SUBMIT TO YOUR RIDICULOUS REQUEST, NOW BEGONE!::..
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[Oh my...would Friendship is Magic be uncalled for?]
..::IT MOST CERTAINLY WOULD, NOW LEAVE BEFORE I LOSE MY TEMPER.::..
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..::DON'T YOU DARE.::..
OC Kiss Meme
So I’ve been wanting to make a silly little meme like this for a while. Send one of the prompt words below and I’ll draw our characters kissing:
Warm and Fuzzy: A sweet kiss.
Like Gone With the Wind, Only Hotter: A steamy kiss.
A Fine Romance: A romantic kiss.
Diabetes Inducing: An adorable and sickeningly cute kiss. Friendship is Magic: A platonic kiss.
The Element of Surprise: A surprise kiss
I Love to Laugh: A goofy kiss.
I Can’t Decide: A random kiss from the list above.
Let’s Hug It Out: A friendly hug.
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The dragon seethed, flecks of white flame lashing through the air like the glyphs that fell from the mountaintop. He turned to face her and slowly coiled into a large serpentine pile, exhaling a hot cloud of steam once more to express his discontent.
Ah, but it was not discontent. Hidden behind the volcanic flare of his narrowed eyes was the distinctive fog of nostalgia. Memories unfurled like some great scroll of papyrus, obscuring their surroundings with a deep, evocative pale.
..::.....::...
..::I suppose my real question then is why do you linger?::..
..::What keeps a meager soul such as yours from rest?::..
His voice stirred hints of hieroglyphic engravings from the ethereal scroll that hovered all around them, spilling a distinctive ink onto the musty parchment and illustrating a small glimpse into the beast's mind.
The woman had lifted her mask ever so slightly making her voice better heard to the malevolent spirit, stretching out to show her body off to him. She laughed quietly, trying to hide her mocking before clearing her throat and speaking up to him.
< Oh.>
She purred out the first word, taking a moment to grin cockily afterwords.
< Are you wishing for me to be gone? Do you truly wish for me to be gone so quickly for good? >
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..::BAAAUGHGHGHGHGGHHHHHH!!::..
The spirit burst into an ocean of cinders, gathering around her and building speed into a fiery tornado before winding their way several paces away and reforming into the familiar, albeit somewhat looser form of A'ksethys.
..::I NEEDN'T STAND TRIAL FOR THIS.::..
..::NOR DO I HAVE ANY REASON TO TOLERATE IT! IF EITHER OF US IS ENTITLED TO INTERROGATE, IT IS CLEARLY ME!::.. He snorted furiously, exhaling powerful gusts of steam from his snout.
..::SPEAK, WOMAN, HOW IS IT THAT YOUR SPIRIT HAS FOUND ME NOW?!::..
The woman had lifted her mask ever so slightly making her voice better heard to the malevolent spirit, stretching out to show her body off to him. She laughed quietly, trying to hide her mocking before clearing her throat and speaking up to him.
< Oh.>
She purred out the first word, taking a moment to grin cockily afterwords.
< Are you wishing for me to be gone? Do you truly wish for me to be gone so quickly for good? >
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The ancestral swath of foggy dragonic apparition swirled around her, billowing with the sound and force of a great thunderstorm before bringing himself face to face with her, exhaling with a mighty notion of distaste.
..::DON'T PLAY COY WITH ME, WENCH.::..
..::YOU DAMN WELL KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT.::..
The woman had lifted her mask ever so slightly making her voice better heard to the malevolent spirit, stretching out to show her body off to him. She laughed quietly, trying to hide her mocking before clearing her throat and speaking up to him.
< Oh.>
She purred out the first word, taking a moment to grin cockily afterwords.
< Are you wishing for me to be gone? Do you truly wish for me to be gone so quickly for good? >
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Amira batted her eyelashes and moved in a bit closer to the bad mouthed beast, blushing and playfully sticking out her tongue. She purred out the words light and teasingly, ready for a nice barrage of insults from the cutie pie. ((ICANTASKQUESTIONSWITHSIDEBLOGSAHHHHHHHHH))
..::......::..
..::IT'S YOU, IS IT.::..
..::THE GYPSY WOMAN.::..
..::AND HERE I WAS THINKING I WOULD NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN.::..
..::BUT IF ONLY IRONY WERE NOT SO CRUEL! I CAN DEFY DESTINY, NAY, WRITE MY VERY OWN, BEND FATE TO MY WILL LIKE AN IRON BAR WREATHED IN FLAME, CONQUER ALL THAT I DESIRE BUT I CANNOT SEEM TO ESCAPE THIS DARK HUMOR! O, IRONY! MY ONLY CURSE! THAT AND TO BE CRAWLED ON BY THIS FLEA OF A WOMAN, CHASED TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH AND BACK AGAIN, NEVER A MOMENT OF SOLACE WITHOUT HER IN MY LIFE!!::..
..::HMPH.::..
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You resemble another creature, A'ksethys. The one called, "Palkia" shares much with you.
..::.....WHAT??! THIS PITIFUL THING?!! THIS MEAGER WHELP?! YOU WOULD COMPARE MY FRIGHTFUL VISAGE TO SUCH AN INSIGNIFICANT, TREMBLING HEAP?!!::..
..::MY FORM WAS WOVEN FROM LEGEND, A LIVING BREATHING MYTHOLOGICAL WONDER!! IF THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A JOKE, THEN I MOST CERTAINLY::..
..::AM::..
..::NOT::..
..::AMUSED!!!!!!!::..
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((OH MIGHTY BEING OF AWE I HUMBLY WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT I REALLY DIG YOUR LOOKS YO))
..::OF COURSE YOU DO, PEASANT. AND WHY WOULD YOU NOT?! IT IS A FORM OF PURE MAJESTY, CHOSEN AND CRAFTED ESPECIALLY BY MYSELF TO EXPRESS AND WHOLLY REPRESENT THE RAW AND AWESOME POWER THAT IS I, A'KSETHYS!!::..
..::MY SOUL IS A DRAGON AND I WEAR MY SOUL AS MY CLOAK!!::..
..::TREMBLE OR BRACE YOURSELF FOR MY FLAME!!::..
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