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Guess who revisited Spontaneous World Shifting and got brainrot? Heh.
most of this is headcannon and predictions about how the story is gonna continue, so I wouldn’t worry too much about spoilers, but just in case...
Just a short comic I made in my sketchbook and cleaned up in digital.
Just in case
hey, can my cat stay on your blog for a little while?
i'm going out of town for the night and could use someone to watch her
Just a drawing of my ocs, Sonder and Hitch (from my conveyer belt world), enjoying eachother's company.
The First Ressurection
Four Portions
(Act 1, Scene 2)
An In Stars and Time fanfiction, spoilers under the cut!
You’ve entered the House, and are now in a room Mira called “The Death Corridor.”, searching for traps.
There isn’t much here that could be trapped, only the six pillars, which you’re already checking for switches or other activation devices. You also try to walk on every part of the floor while you’re at it, in case of a pressure plate or a trapdoor or something, but you don’t find any traps, and tell your party the corridor’s safe. Mira, however, needs more convincing.
“So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor...” Mira worries, “The older housemaidens kept saying people died there! So there must be a trap- something weight-sensitive or something!”
Mira’s getting more frantic now, her nails are getting dangerously close to biting-distance!
“Or, or! Maybe it’s time-sensitive! If we spend to long here...!”
“There’s nothing weird in here.” You say, finally.
“But there must be!”
“Aw, Mira...” Yes! Isa to the rescue!
“Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it.” Bonnie interjects. “Frin isn’t good at many things, but they know stuff about traps.”
Hey...
“Right. If we can’t trust the one that’s supposed to lead us THIS early, this won’t bode well for later...” Odile says.
HEY...
Mira seems unconvinced. “But, but-“
“We’re not dead yet, are we?” you say.
“Well, that’s true...”
“We HAVE been in this room for a while...” Odile looks up from her notes and at Mira. “...and Siffrin has been walking everywhere, so if it was weight-sensitive, something would have killed him by now.”
“Exactly! It’s all fine!” Isa adds, hurriedly.
“Oh...Yeah! Yeah, okay! I’ll believe you!” Mira flushes with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry... for worrying... I'm a little on edge.”
“We’re good, Mira.” You say, stepping into the middle of the corridor. “See? Everything’s fine.”
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You’re not sure what happened. One moment you’re standing, fine, and the next you’re splayed under a giant rock, and the next you’re planet-long threads, laid down and scrutinised,
And now, you’re back in the meadow.
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Four Portions
(Act 1, Scene 1)
An In Stars and time fanfiction, isat spoilers under the cut!
Well-done wishes hurt you like needles. They produced small, sharp pains until dewdrops of craft bleed from your skin, and you grant them.
There’s been far fewer good wishes as of late, as you’ve neutralised a country especially responsible for using Wishcraft. Old scars have had time to heal over, people have seen less red, and you’ve saved a few portions of your craft.
However, you’ve always found an art in finding the most disruptive way a wish can be twisted, and have always liked watching the aftermath of your work. That was what Wishcraft was for, after all. A way to make a deal between you and the wisher, where, in exchange for turning their life into your artwork, they would get to decide one thing about the piece, and how many portions of your time and energy you spent on it.
One of your most recent works came from a wisher in Corbeaux, in Vaugaurde, on Earth, a satellite of the sun, in the Milky way.
It sounded twelve times;
“I wish for Vaugarde to stay perfect.”
Twelve portions were given to make Vaugarde stay perfect.
Now, the unpainted parts of Vaugarde are sore with poor wishing. A discomfort similar to that of a graze. Few parts cut deep enough to draw craft, so only one portion bleeds out, even as you push around Vaugarde gently with your fingers.
You can hear roughly what they’re wishing for;
“----wish—Vaugarde---”
“----Vaugarde---The King---”
“I---save Vau—"
“-----stop—King---”
They want you to undo your previous work.
...You don’t think you could do it with only one portion, the pain is broad, also, so you can’t figure out a place to pinpoint the wish. Which means, under current circumstances, it's impossible to grant.
That is, until...
“I wish to stay with them!”
It sounds three times.
The wish of a traveller, in Dormont, in Vaugarde, on Earth, a satellite of the Sun, in the Milky Way cuts into you, and draws three portions. You give them four.
Three for them to stay with their companions,
And an extra to save Vaugarde.
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All done!
Gently, you let the leaf go, and start down the dirt path back into town, away from the favour tree.
You have a sleepover to go to, after all!
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Warning: in stars and time spoilers under the cut
Okay, so,I got REALLY obsessed with In Stars And Time and have started writing a fanfic.
It goes like this;
What if Siffrin couldn't keep their memory if their body reset after every loop, so the Universe revived them with Wishcraft after each death?
What if the parts of their body that they lost when they died were replaced with craft, so they just become a Siffrin-shaped blob of Wishcraft in later acts?
And I'm sure not just having their past and their future taken from them, but their humanity aswell would just do *+*wonders*+* for their mental health.
Edit: I've posted the first chapter on Tumblr, it's called Four Portions and the first chapter is here
A small comic about Palestine I created to appeal to more passive family and friends
Anyways if you have the money I urge you to donate to Ibraheem Hadi, a Palestinian who contacted me and whom I promised to highlight in relation to this comic:
Otherwise there is always a need for eSims to keep Gazans connected
Freaking gorgeous.
Finished designing my bull angel concept! for my friend's TTRPG
I'm gonna tell you about some worldbuilding I did
So basically, a world of people who live on a massive conveyor belt
Like this
Each 'tile' is 1km×1km, and every 144 days, every tile moves forward once. A new tile is formed at the start, and the tile at the end is removed. Each tile has its own weather and plant life, but they gradiate with the tiles before and after.
Whenever a new tile is formed, ~30 people appear on that new tile, with the mental and physical maturity of about 6yos. The people on the final tile dissappear with it, no one knows what happens to them. The tile people spawn on is the furthest back they can go. They can go forward, closer to the disappearing tile, but not back. This means that everyone knows exactly when they die and can't do anything to escape it, and they are almost immortal until their tile dissappears (they still age tho, and at the same rate as us).
However, this means that when the 30 children are spawned on the new tile, no one can reach them. To help the children establish themselves, the people belonging to the tile just under them (~19 year olds) and the people who are a little younger have a large (and loud) festival to try to get the children to come to their tile so that they can be taught basic etiquette, language, be clothed and fed, and be taught how to survive in the odd world they live in. They stay around that tile and its adjacents until they're about 11. Then, they're slowly integrated into life living alone on their tile.
I tried to make it so that almost everything about their culture reflects how their world works, including their clothing. Their sashes are meant to resemple a conveyer belt, (which is why it's one massive loop) and has the odd slits to help them carry things.
Something about my little warforged paladin guy and the humanity that exists in Making Stuff.
A completely normal amount of 4-leaf clovers I found today
Did an art
have a nice day
Birgs are freaking awesome
The Flag Chase
Shown here is a late summer ritual carried out by the Ruruumi bachelor group: garbed in little more than a decorative collar, a young gifter climbs onto the back of a wild Ahoũitre, the Resplendent Flagdeer, to remove its brilliantly colored display feathers as a trophy to present during the nuptial gifting ceremonies in the fall. Using an obsidian knife, the cut must be clean enough to shed no more than a few drops of blood, without damaging the feathers, and performed without being hurled to the ground by the bucking animal. It is a sport requiring an impressive display of courage, agility, and control over one’s own trunkhorse, and for many kakroum bachelors, this and related high risk sports are a rite of status in their tightly knit brotherhoods. Many bachelor groups will specialize in ‘capturing’ a specific animal, though flagdeer are exceptionally prized for their feathers, which adorn the regalia of many clan residents. It is a feat that frequently ends in serious injury or death, but something that only a frivolous gifter can afford to perform, free from the responsibility of maintaining a village. In the process, he proves in himself the sort of strength and cleverness that any would-be mother would wish to see in her own daughters.
As for the flagdeer, it will be released after having been separated from its feathers. Though its wounds are relatively minor, it will have no hope of impressing its own kind in the coming mating season. Flag removal is a strategy employed by sparring male flagdeer as well, which will attempt to mangle or nip off the other’s display feathers to oust the competition. If the damage is minor, the flags will regrow the following year, but the cut made a birg’s knife frequently takes the entire “hand” of the appendage, preventing a complete regeneration.
Milder imitations of this sport are practiced by both children and adults. One common variant involves two teams, each defending am urwuzhu (mid-sized livestock) with a ribbon or flag tied to some part of its body. The opposing teams attempt to remove the flag from each other’s animal and carry it back to their section of the village. Such games can become immensely rowdy and still result in a lot of bruises, scrapes, and animal bites. Twowi children play a similar game, but wanting for a farm animal will chase after a fellow birg’s tail tassels instead.
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Nvm the colours were bad but I fixed it
Finally finished my persona's desighn! (I've been operating on half a persona for the past two posts) I'm actually really proud of this. I think this might be the best character desighn I've ever done!
Any advice is welcomed!